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thetargaryenbride · 2 years ago

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We Cough Blood And We Drink Wine [Tony x Daughter!Reader] - C.3

AN: I know how bizarre it is to post this story again after three years but here we go xD By all means, it’s not the best story, even after I edited and made some changes, but still, I do hope you enjoy it <3

Warning: Blood, gore, violence

Word count: 3K

Pairing: Thor x Stark!Reader

Masterlist || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

“What the hell happened to this planet?” muttered Quill under his breath as the others walked around, eyes roaming everywhere, taking in the scenery. “It's eight degrees off its axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place.”

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He's coming to us. We'll use it,” spoke Tony, alerting everyone. “Alright, I have a plan. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. We definitely don't want to dance with this guy, we just want the gauntlet,” explained the man and you nodded, hands on your hips.

“Sounds good to me. We can use one of us as a distraction. Maybe Strange because he is the strongest of us all and will be able to hold him off long enough for us to find an opening and jump him,” you offered and Tony nodded.

“Yes, very well. We can also hide the stone somewhere, somehow, because if Thanos does get his hands on Strange, then it’s all over,” added the man and you hummed in agreement, Peter looking at you and then at Tony and then back at you in astonishment. But Drax and Mantis had other plans.

“Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while we’re breaking it down? Did you hear what we said?” asked Tony impatiently and Drax cleared his throat.

“I stopped listening after you said that we need a plan.”

“Okay, Mr. Clean's on his own page,” you snorted in disbelief.

“See, not winging it isn't really what they do,” drawled Quill and Peter’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What exactly is it that they do?”

“Kick names, take ass,” snapped Mantis, seemingly trying to sound badass but failing miserably, causing you and Tony to look at them in complete defeat before you looked at one another, communicating through your eyes and head gestures, which the others found incredibly creepy, before Tony looked at them again.

“All right, just get over here, please? Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

“Star-Lord is fine,” he tsk-ed and motioned with his hand for the two to join them.

“We've gotta coalesce. Because if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude-“

“Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means.”

“An awkward, often confused, shifty-eyed individual with a heart of gold,” you explained it to him and he raised his eyebrows, making you shrug.

“All right, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan, except it sucks. So let me do the plan, and that way, it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the Universe,” urged Drax.

“What dance-off?”

“It's not a, it's not a-“

“Like in Footloose? The movie?” asked Peter curiously.

“Exactly like Footloose! Is it still the greatest movie in history?”

“It never was,” mumbled the boy and Quill’s face scrunched up.

“Bang! Civil War Two,” you snickered and Tony shot you the stink eye, making you fold under his gaze and look away, awkwardly clearing your throat and folding your lips.

“We're getting no help with Flash Gordon,” complained your father and Quill guffawed in perplexity.

“Flash Gordon? By the way that's a compliment. Don't forget. I'm half-human. So that's 50% of me that's stupid, it’s 100% you,” he made a circling motion with his hands before settling them sassily on his hips.

“Your math is blowing my mind,” you and Tony said simultaneously.

“Excuse me? But does your friend often do that?” asked Mantis and everyone’s attention snapped to Strange who was levitating, glowing green, and his head was jerking in different directions. Tony rushed to him, followed by the others.

“Strange! You all right?” asked Tony and the other man let out a short yelp as he dropped to the ground, Tony grabbing his shoulder to steady him. “You're back. You're all right.”

“Hey, what was that?” asked Quill.

“I went forward in time, to view alternate futures...to see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict,” gasped out the magician and you gulped.

“How many did you see?” asked Tony hesitantly.

“14,000,605.”

“How many did we win?”

“One.”

Everyone waited.

It was tense.

It was silent.

Just like the quiet before the storm.

And then he finally appeared, in all his glory, stepping out of a shimmery blue portal. He stood tall and strong and overlooked the scenery, until his eyes landed on a man, sitting on a boulder across him.

“Oh, yeah, you're much more of a Thanos,” said Stephen dryly and the titan smiled grimly.

“I take it that Maw is dead? This day extracts a heavy toll... Still, he accomplished his mission.”

“You may regret that. He brought you face-to-face with a Master of the Mystic Arts.”

“Where do you think he brought you?”

“Let me guess. Your home?” asked Stephen and Thanos went silent for a moment.

“It was. And it was beautiful,” he smiled sadly as he fisted his hand and the red stone glowed brightly. Suddenly, the wasteland turned into a beautiful place with lots of trees and fountains, full of people and life. “Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution.”

“Genocide?” arched a brow Stephen and he nodded.

“But random, dispassionate, fair. The rich and poor alike... And they called me a madman. And what I predicted came to pass,” he lowered his hand and the stone stopped glowing, the beautiful scenery disappearing, revealing ruins once again.

“Congratulations. You're a prophet,” snarled the doctor.

“I'm a survivor.”

“Who wants to murder trillions!”

“With all six Stones, I could simply snap my fingers. They would all cease to exist. I call that mercy.”

“And then what?”

“I finally rest. And watch the sun rise on a grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills,” spoke solemnly the titan.

“I think you'll find our will equal to yours,” grit out Strange as he stood up and brought his hands up, lightening them up with orange patterns.

"Our?” Thanos’ eyes narrowed and just then, everything came crashing down – literally – as Iron Man pushed a huge building on top of Thanos but he managed to use the Power Stone just in the nick of time and that helped him survive the blow.

“Piece of cake, Quill,” came in Tony’s voice through the coms.

“Yeah, if your goal was to piss him off!” exclaimed Star Lord as his mask slid on his face and he activated his thrusters, flying off.

The structure that was on top of the titan exploded in bright purple light and debris flew everywhere as Thanos bellowed angrily. He used the Reality stone to transform half of them into birds and set them on Tony.

It was hard to run towards him with all the rubble flying around, but you managed to dodge everything, or jump on top of some, before you finally came down and landed a punch on Thanos’ head. He staggered and you used this to your advantage. You knew that every second, every millisecond even, counted. You started landing blow after blow on what you hoped were his pressure points. He was an alien and it was highly unlikely that their pressure points were on the same spots as the human’s. But you had to give it a go. You hit the side of his neck, his larynx, the nerve cleft, the shoulder tendon, the great sciatic nerve, his groin and his kidneys, with all the strength you could muster. You then raised your leg to kick him in the solar plexus but his hand grabbed your ankle.

“Bitch,” he growled and then he twisted so harshly and sharply that he broke your ankle and calf. You screamed as the searing pain hit you and then he lifted you in the air, dangling you, before he threw you towards Quill, hoping to hit him. The man dodged and you crashed against a rock, cracking it and breaking your arm in the process, dislocating your shoulder.

Before Thanos could advance on you or on the others, a web was shot right into his eyes, obstructing his view.

“That’s no way to treat a lady!” shouted Peter as he swung away, making path for Drax who used his blades to cut into Thanos. Then Strange appeared and started battling the titan with elongated orange elastics, or at least that’s what it looked like, while Quill came flying towards them, jumping from a levitating rock to a levitating rock and blasting Thanos in the back just after the titan had managed to pry off the web and restore his view. Strange created orange steps for Quill to jump on and the man evaded all of Thanos’ blasts, managing to attach an electric bomb on his back and then dive into a portal as he flipped the middle finger to him.

“Boom!” he yelled before he disappeared through the portal and the bomb exploded, sending Thanos sprawling on the ground.

“Don't let him close his fist,” whispered Strange to the Cloak and it immediately flew and wrapped itself around Thanos’ fist. The titan tried to rip it off but he couldn’t. And that’s when Spidey appeared from different portals, landing blows and kicks.

“Magic! More magic! Magic with a kick! Magic with a-“ Thanos finally managed to grab him and crash him onto the ground.

“Insect,” he growled as he lifted Peter in the air and threw him, successfully hitting Strange as the two fell on the ground. And just when Thanos managed to pry the Cloak off his hand, everything around him exploded as Tony dropped bomb after bomb on top of him, bursting the whole terrain in flames. Thanos could handle just so much before he used the Power Stone and gathered all the flames in his hand, blasting them towards Tony. They went so far up that they reached and destroyed one of the largest buildings. Peter decided to try again and go against the titan, only to be punched in the head and thrown away like a potato sack. But just a moment later, a whole plane came crashing down on Thanos. He rolled hard before he came to a stop and laid there, trying to regain his bearings, as metal parts fell on top of him. He got on his knees and pushed them off but the moment he stood up, someone punched him in the jaw, making him stumble.

“Well, well,” he drawled as he came face to face with Nebula.

“You should have killed me.”

“Would have been a waste of parts!”

“Where's Gamora?” she shouted as she came at him and delivered hits with her taser rod but he backhanded her and sent her flying. In that very moment you attacked him, using a blade you had just generated thanks to the nanotech to slash him across the arm before crouching down and grabbing his right leg. Strange used that to grab the same hand you had slashed with tight, sizzling red ropes. Drax appeared and sliced Thanos’ other leg before grabbing it tightly. Quill shot a device that fell next to Thanos, the magnetic electricity oozed out of it and grabbed a hold of his other arm. Peter swung over and encircled a web around him before attaching it to a boulder and shooting another web for extra security. Tony flew down and grabbed the gauntlet immediately. He began pulling without wasting a second. Strange opened a portal and Mantis fell on Thanos’ shoulders, putting her hands on his head and calming him down as much as she possibly could. Stephen then used the same ropes to help Quill’s device in holding Thanos’ other arm.

“Is he under? Don't let up,” ordered Tony.

“Be quick! He is very strong!”

“Parker, help. Get over here. She can't hold him much longer. Let's go,” blurted out Tony and Peter secured his webs before he joined Tony, carefully as to not step on you. The two started pulling with all their might but damn that thing was hard to remove. In the meantime, Quill landed in front of Thanos and decided that it would be the best time to taunt him.

“I thought you'd be harder to catch. For the record, this was my plan...” you deadpanned at that. “Not so strong now, huh? Where's Gamora?” he asked.

“My Gamora!” grunted Thanos.

“Ooh, bullshit! Where is she?”

“He is in anguish,” said Mantis painfully.

“Good!”

“He... He mourns.”

“What does this monster have to mourn?” asked Drax out of breath.

“Gamora,” muttered Nebula as she came to stand nearby.

“What?” asked Quill, his legs feeling numb all of the sudden as needles started piercing him.

“He took her to Vormir. He came back with the Soul Stone... She didn't,” revealed Nebula.

“Okay, Quill? You gotta cool it right now, understand?” tried to calm him Tony as his helmet slid off. “Don't! Don't engage! We almost got this off!” he shouted as he saw Quill’s face.

“Tell me she's lying… Asshole! Tell me you didn't do it,” yelled Quill as he came to stand in front of the titan.

“I had to...” Thanos rasped out and Quill shook his head as tears gathered in his eyes, his heart dropping in his stomach.

“No you didn't. No! No, you didn't!”

And then the inevitable happened. He punched Thanos, causing everyone to lose balance, especially Mantis.

“Quill!”

“Just stop it! Stop!”

You didn’t hesitate to leave your position and tackle Quill to the ground after he had landed a second blow and you kept him down, pressing hard on his torso.

“Control yourself!” you yelled at him in panic and he grunted as he tried to suppress his sobs.

“It's coming, I got it, I got it!” squealed Peter hopefully but Thanos managed to wrench the gauntlet out of their grasp and it fell into his hand. He pushed Peter away and then grabbed Mantis, throwing her off him.

“Oh, God,” muttered the boy as he went after her, managing to catch her before she hit the ground. Thanos lifted his foot, Drax alongside it, and threw him on you and Quill who had just gotten off the ground. Strange tried keeping him at bay but Thanos pulled on the ropes and swung Strange away. He shielded his face from Tony’s blasts and sent them back to the man. Quill, Drax and Nebula were ready to advance again when he used the Power Stone to steal their strength, causing them to fall on the ground helplessly.

You came at him then, engaging him in a hand-to-hand combat. He punched your way but you sidestepped and then twirled, bending underneath his arm and delivering a blow to his stomach with your elbow, making him stagger. Tony attacked too, hitting repeatedly until Thanos headbutted him and send him sprawling on the ground. Before you could attack, Thanos used the Power Stone and the moon above you started moving. Your and Tony’s eyes widened as you realized what was about to happen. The two of you barely managed to avoid the flying rubble shower and then the actual moon crashing down, destroying the upper layer of the planet and sending everyone flying in the air.

Peter and Strange were the only ones who managed to move around since one could fly while the other could swing.

“I got you, I got you! Sorry I can't remember any of your names,” shouted Peter as he grabbed the soaring Quill, Drax, Nebula and Mantis and secured them safely.

You had managed to turn on your thrusters and fly away on time but you had been hit with a stray boulder, making you lose balance and fall. You could only watch as Strange fought alone against Thanos while waiting for your broken bones to snap back into place and heal. The fight continued for some time as Stephen managed to hold his ground against the titan but then Thanos got a hold of him and grabbed him by his throat.

“You're full of tricks, wizard. But you never once used your greatest weapon. A fake,” said Thanos as he grabbed the amulet and broke it to pieces, letting them fall and clatter on the ground. He threw Stephen away and he crashed against the ground, rolling to a stop against a rock. You grunted as you slowly stood up, leaning on a boulder for support. You needed more time to heal.

“You throw another moon at me, and I'm gonna lose it,” sounded Tony’s voice as he sent a glove that attached itself to Thanos’ hand, preventing him from closing it, and landed in front of the titan.

“Stark.”

“You know me?”

“I do. You're not the only one cursed with knowledge.”

“My only curse is you,” said Tony as a few holes opened on his back and out of them little rockets flew out.

“Come on!” challenged Thanos as they were sent flying at him, exploding and rising dust. Tony clamped his legs together and hurdled towards the titan, hitting him hard against the chest and bouncing back, landing on his feet and securing them with his tech before he delivered two blows with his hands, making Thanos crash with the boulder behind. He yelled as he ripped Tony’s helmet and then punched him to the ground before proceeding to tear the device obstructing his hand to pieces. He used the Power Stone to send a blast at Tony but he created a shield and defended himself before dropping it aside and flying towards the titan, incapacitating his hand with his leg and hitting him hard. Thanos breathed out as his finger went to touch the scratch on his face.

“All that for a drop of blood.”

“Just for the record, my kid managed to draw blood too,” said Tony monotonously but there was pride hidden underneath and Thanos chuckled deeply.

“I suppose the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree… I also had a daughter,” he said grimly and then proceeded to flip Tony and start landing punches. He grabbed and lifted him, using the Power Stone to blast him away. Tony’s suit was in shreds and he blasted a beam, which Thanos managed to counter, while waiting for the nano parts to recover the damage. But Thanos managed to approach despite all and once again hit Tony, damaging his suit even more.

The man formed a blade and with last hope thrust it towards the titan, hoping to stab him, but Thanos grabbed his hand and twisted it, breaking the blade at its base and plunging it in Tony’s stomach.

Your eyes widened as a scream got stuck in your throat while you watched your father stagger and fall.

#marvel x reader #marvel #marvel fanfic #avengers fanfiction #avengers x reader #avengers x you #tony x reader #dad!tony #tony stark x daughter!reader #stark!reader #stark!daughter #tony stark x stark!reader #thor x reader #thor x stark!reader #reader #reader insert

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rosexknight · 1 year ago

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Lighter Than a Feather

An artfight revenge for MoonWolf. I got this one out really quickly because I was actually already eyeing this character to draw and just needed an excuse. I love her XD Hope you enjoy~! Want art like this monthly? Why not join? My General Patreon, safe for all audiences: www.patreon.com/rosexknight My 18+ ADULT-ONLY Patreon: www.patreon.com/rosexxxknight

#mlp #breaktimedoodles #artfight2023 #artfight #af 2023

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changelingsandothernonsense · 2 years ago

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Arting ask on this round because I love hearing about the nuts and bolts behind your work. What styles and/or real world elements do you take inspiration from when you make fantasy art, and how do you put them in dialogue (this is totally where I'm fishing for an excuse to ask you about the Central Asian inspo for your Dunmer character design, but anything else you want to bring up too!) Is there a specific feeling you hope the viewer to get from your paintings? And finally, are your writing and your art in dialogue in some way, or are they totally separate processes?

Bonus: What do you not enjoy drawing/painting (if anything)?

Yes, an excuse for me to waffle on about process! Under a cut because this is long and full of pictures!

Stylistically I'm heavily influenced by Baroque, Roccoco, Pre-Raphaelite, and Romanticism. I rely quite heavily on chiaroscuro, I really love that luminous look that high-contrast darks and lights give to a work.

Girl with a Pearl Earring, Johannes Vermeer

Throwing in a well-known Vermeer because the contrast in this painting is what I want to achieve in my own.

Luminous, I really feel that coming through in this particular piece. I really love the contrast between dark and light. Plus it means I don't have to detail that damn back wall.

I also really love the movement in this painting.

The Swing, Jean-Honoré Fragonard.

Probably one of my favourite artworks!

Emma Hart as Circe, George Romney

I take a lot of portrait inspo from Rococo and classical court painters as well as a lot of influence from John Singer Sargent.

Portrait of Madame X and Lady Agnew of Lochnaw, John Singer Sargent.

I just like to play with light a lot! I ran into a problem when I was designing Sydari, I didn't want her wearing half the clothes that you find in vanilla. She's from Skyrim but doesn't feel like she belongs there. I wanted to give her a more dunmer-influenced style (this was like a year ago now when I got back into TES, also pre-including Teldryn in like everything).

Playing around in Morrowind and modding the heck out of Solstheim so that it looks like it's actually a part of Morrowind made me think about clothes...yep, I do that.

I noticed a lot of influences from Central Asia, East Asia, Sumer, Neo-Assyria and Akkad in the visual language of the game, as well as influencing a lot of the language, names etc. I decided to go with a general mix of these but most of my focus went towards a more Central Asian/Eurasian Steppe feel. The reason was these.

And this outfit

I loved those shoes, they were perfect in every way. The outfit was a good starting point too. Though this is costuming from a movie so I wanted to look for more traditional versions.

Fantastic!

And congratulations, I have a colour scheme!

More costuming but I fell in love with this one and have used it a few times.

I fully plan on utilising this style for Sydari's Skyrim arts.

I just sorta fish around for influences when I'm not working or painting. I use a lot of Bronze Age Levantine and Mesopotamian influences too, Vivec's jewellery is ripped from the Royal Cemetery of Ur.

Beads are murder! XD

So, my art is influenced by what I'm writing, or what I plan to write.

This one should take place towards the end of Part 1 of the fic. I made this way before I decided to bite the bullet and actually write anything.

And this should occur right before Diplomatic Immunity. Which is in Part 2.

I also create art for an upcoming tabletop game which is influenced by Bronze Age Mediterranean history (can't show it) but a lot of it is influenced by both historical dress and mythology from that time period.

As for feelings, I like to put a lot of small character-specific details in my art. I get a kick out of people commenting about what they notice. For example, I intend the Moon and Star ring to not actually fit Teldryn's finger (it's stuck) and I love that people have picked up on his vein attitude. I'm waiting on people to notice that the eyes move if you move your head. I do like that my art makes people happy. That makes me happy as well.

Bonus! I have a love/hate relationship with painting metal and jewellery in general. I get impatient with it and always leave it to last.

#Stuff about arts #pic heavy #asks

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smilesrobotlover · 1 month ago

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This is us sharing a braincell when we make Zelda aus. XD but it does mean more Blorbos!! It’s fun!! I adore Ammon and Abel and they should totally interact cuz that’d be so much fun

And indeed. Excuse my language but the best way to describe Edmund is a pompous and pretentious prick with a heart of gold. Like, he’s very blunt and rude and doesn’t hide his feelings, but that also means that when he’s genuinely worried, you’ll know it. And he probably went to therapy after becoming king of Hyrule cuz that was a very difficult transition for him

Basically he’s the youngest of 8 sons, and he was much smaller and more sickly as a child. His brothers were AGGRESSIVE and very toxic and made him insecure in his masculinity because he wasn’t as strong as them. He hung out with his mother a lot cuz he couldn’t go hunting and do the manly things his brothers did, and they made fun of him for being too “feminine” (I feel like Labrynna would be misogynistic in this time since I hc Ashei is from Labrynna and her comments lead me to believe that they’re pretty sexist), and so he grew to reeeally try to make up for it. But deep down he’s not like his brothers. As much as he tries to be like his father and brothers, he’ll always be his mother’s son.

Being the youngest, closest to Zelda’s age, and being the weaker brother, he was the perfect son to be married to Zelda. They don’t respect Hyrule since it’s… I don’t want to say matriarchy but it’s not sexist like Labrynna. So why not send the brother they don’t respect to the land they don’t respect and use the benefits that come with it. So that happened, and it was hard for both of them. Edmund respected Zelda to an extent when they were children, but she had her whole thing that kinda made things worse for him.

It’s already kinda mentioned in chapter 7 where he explains how he feels emasculated there, and how he feels like he feels more like an object to the kingdoms rather than a person. He’s just upset about it and Zelda almost dying finally got him to talk about it calmly like an adult rather than throwing a tantrum and petty insults.

Also he was a general (I think) but it was more focused on strategies and plans rather than fighting, which his brothers of course find silly. But he’s a lot wiser than people give him credit for. He’s just a jerk about it. You know those smart people that are so painfully arrogant? That’s him.

I love a complex character and I enjoy writing him a lot. As time goes on he really starts to distance himself from his family. His father is fine and ofc his mother is his bestie, but a lot of his brothers he’d rather avoid being around. Also he only has nephews, Amber is the first girl in the family. And while his brothers think that sucks cuz he doesn’t have a son, Edmund is actually super sweet with Amber and for the longest time was the sole caretaker since Zelda wouldn’t let him do anything else. Which ofc made things worse with his brothers. But most of his brothers suck and he really doesn’t want his sweet Amber to be around her cousins cuz they’re just too rowdy and he reeeeally doesn’t trust his brothers and older nephews. It’s a bit complicated but there is a time where he fully cuts some of his brothers out of his life. When he and Zelda grow closer and more understanding of each other, he finds himself wanting to focus on his new family now. He cares about his wife and his daughter, and he wants nothing to do with his brothers.

He’ll still visit his father and mother, and maybe some brothers that were actually kind to him, it he avoids his more aggressive brothers.

I hope that was comprehensible I feel like I repeated myself a lot XD but I think about him a lot and he’s my favorite idiot

Also here’s a drawing of when he and Zelda reeeally grow close (he beat up his brother for uuuuuh trying to get Zelda to cheat on him, which she refused obviously and he didn’t like that)

I love Zelpip sm. Pippin seems like a total sweetheart 🥺🥺

Also I love how we always have similar characters XD like Pippin and Edmund are very different but the vibes. Just like Ammon and Abel (except they’re like.. almost the same person cuz they’re the dad of botw link lmao)

But your pippin’s personality is drastically different from Edmund’s. Makes me wanna like, ramble about his backstory and personality XD

Aw, well thank you! He really is, I’m growing quite fond of him ☺️

HA we really do, we must share a brain cell or something 🤣 more blorbos to have fun with and talk about!! Ammon and Abel interacting will always be a thought that brings me joy ❤️

Yes, Edmund seems far more confident and blunt and perhaps even a little rude, but he also seems eager to try and help Zelda too, which I really love. It’s so nice seeing characters have actual personalities and flaws and redeeming qualities. Like, Edmund made me >:( sometimes while reading his dialogue and how it stressed or upset Zelda, but he also genuinely wants to help her share the load so she isn’t so overwhelmed. Like… ahhhh if only they just talked 🥺 (this sounds a lot like Power Link and Diplomat Zelda HAHAHA like their relationship is awful but it’s because they’re both stupid and messed up)

Tell me all about Edmund! :D

#long story short his brothers don’t respect him at all #but that’s fine cuz he stops caring about what they think and grows to only care about what Amber and Zelda thinks #OK IDC THAT OC X CANON IS CRINGE I LOVE IT SO MUCH #IM EATING IT NOM NOM #they make me feel things ok I can’t help it #after ten years they’re like ‘this guy’s alright’#maybe they’ll uuuuh accidentally end up with another kid who knows 👀#cuz they actually wanna… you know… be together #I like himb #but yeah Pippin feeling like a wall piece to Hyrule is exactly like Edmund #they just don’t feel respected 😞 or important #love at twilight #holy crap I’ve been YAPPING FOR OVER TEN MINUTES

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batwritings · 4 years ago

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Okay hear me out, you are talking so someone and DreamXD gets all grumpy about it but you just tell him to relax. The reason he's with you is to learn how to blend in with other human, so he should be watching how you act. Well manz watches to closely and gets all bother. Later after you both go home or just somewhere else that's when he gets ya. He's all like “what?” as his whole goal is to get you all bothered, but he's kinda mean and he knows how much you love his voice so he uses it to his advantage.

I am so sorry I have personally put my own meaning on “fuck god”

Friend? Never apologize for putting that spin on “fuck god”. :) Plus, you’re playing into the voice kink, how could I say no? Enjoy~!

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DreamXD huffed as he followed behind you and he knew you heard it. “Are you gonna grump the whole time Mister?” you chuckled, turning your head slightly to smile at him. The god of the SMP had reached out to you some time ago for your help in blending in more with the humans he watched over. At the time, you had questioned why he wouldn’t ask someone closer to Dream himself, like George. While XD didn’t exactly explain, you let it slide, allowing him to shadow you in a sense.

“I just don’t get why we have to meet with this person in particular,” he grumbled, picking up his step to walk beside you.

“Sapnap’s my friend too,” you responded. You often wondered if XD and Dream shared similar emotions towards people. While you were told that they didn’t, adamantly so by the being beside you, you still couldn’t help but wonder.

“And you’re sure this interaction will help me blend in better?” He hums quietly, contemplative.

“Positive!” you answer, voice chipper and now excited. You notice your friend and one of his fiance’s in the distance and wave to them. “That’s Sapnap’s fiance Karl! You know what that is right?” When you can practically feel the eye-roll from behind his mask, you nod and lead him to the clearing.

Your interaction wasn’t meant to be long, just catching up with the two and learning about Kinoko Kingdom. You introduce them to DreamXD and you notice Sapnap narrow his eyes a bit. You assure the fiery man that he has nothing to do with Dream, that you trust the god and that he is indeed safe. The ravenette seems skeptical but moves on in conversation.

The entire time, XD is watching you carefully. Bright neon green eyes watch your every movement, listens to every word and laugh and noise that falls from your lips. He can feel his body heating up under his cloak and that’s when he chooses to speak up.

“Darling,” he coos, voice distorted and echoing. Something shoots up your spine at that, something you hope your two friends don’t notice. “Think we can go home? There’s something I need to go over with you, remember?” He wasn’t entirely lying, but even he realized it was a pretty piss-poor excuse.

You smile up at him as if to say “really?” but nod approvingly. You bid your farewells to Sapnap who takes a little longer to hug you as he’s afraid to let you go. XD doesn’t let that go unnoticed, deciding to file it away for later questions.

Once home you sigh, setting down your bag and beginning to settle back in. “Pet,” you hear him say, still awkwardly standing in your doorway. Another shiver shoots up your spine at his tone.

“Y-yeah?” you respond, heading towards your bedroom upstairs. He follows you almost dutifully after hanging his cloak at the door.

“I think I’m starting to get a better understanding of humans,” he says, voice low and seductive as he starts down the hall ahead of you. “You use words and embraces to show your affection yes? To show you care?”

You watch him sit back on your bed, legs spread for you to sit between. You do so without hesitation, something you did quite frequently with him. “Mhmm,” you respond, leaning back against his chest. “What’s with the voice big guy?”

Pale, freckled arms reach around your tummy to hold you close. They’re freezing, but not uncomfortably so. “What do you mean darling?” He answers as he his thumbs draw gentle circles on your sides, making you squirm a little in your grasp. “Don’t you like my voice? Like it when I call you nice names?”

“I-I do! I really do!” you exclaim. You shift in your spot to straddle his hips and look at him properly. Your gentle hands move his mask to the side, something he would only ever allow you to do. You were so special to him. “It’s just...”

“What, pet?” DreamXD moves his hands to your hips, clawed hands gently ghosting over slightly exposed skin. “I think it’s only fair. You got me all bothered under my cloak back there. I get to rile you up a bit too, hmm?”

The echoes and distortions grow louder as they bounce off your humble home’s walls. Only stutters slip from your lips then, leaning up against him until your lips meet, soft and gentle. You used to hate how gentle XD was with you until you let him let go once and couldn’t get anything done for the rest of the week. You knew he could break you physically and mentally all with his words and it really did something for you.

You felt his member hard against your sex and it had you gasping. It was always a bit of a marvel at how big he was, sometimes forgetting that he was a god after all. He chuckles when you gasp into his mouth, lips moving as you scramble to catch up with what he’s saying.

“What an eager little thing,” he coos, his claws tugging at your pants. “And all from my voice. Guess I should let you take me out more often hmm? I’d love to see how desperate you would get in public.”

You keen at his words, shifting yourself until you can pull of your pants and underwear. You reach to the side into your bedside table, hand barely able to keep hold of the lube once you have it. You slick up your fingers and slide one in, your hole taking your digit easily.

“That’s my sweet little thing,” your hear XD chuckle. His slid his member out of his lovely robes and you’re almost a little intimidated. Gods he’s so big, but you know he’ll be patient with you as he always is. You’re his precious human after all. “Add another finger for me darling.”

You do as he asks, knowing you’ll be stretched out in no time. One thing DreamXD became ecstatically hooked on after discovering it through you was sex. You were rarely left unfilled, the god loving how you felt around him. It wasn’t long before you felt the need to add a third digit, eagerly pumping them in and out of your hole.

“You’ll feel so good around me dear,” he huffed, smiling at you with bright eyes and sharp teeth. “My precious Y/N.”

A low whine leaves you as you quickly sit back up, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance and beginning the slow slide of him into you. You both are groaning in unison, him from the feeling of you sliding down his member and you from the almost overwhelming sensation of being so full. You watch with rapt attention at the small bulge in your stomach.

“So full,” hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His arms encircle you again, liking the feeling of your body pressed close to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as you slowly lift yourself off his length before sliding back down. “Just as I knew you would be.”

You’re panting just from being full of your ethereal lover, his cock pressing against all of your sensitive nerves. You know you won’t last long, you never do. XD never seems to mind, but this time he seems determined. He wants to reach that high with you. You watch his every expression as you ride him, your hole fluttering with each sweet word that gets warped and growled.

You start to notice a pattern; every time you pull just to the head of his member and clench, his breath catches. Using this to your advantage, your pace picks up, being sure to keep focused on each step as you ride him. Little gasps start to leave his throat, his words starting to fail him and eyes glossing over.

“Cum with me XD,” you whine, teetering on the edge. “Feel the pleasure of being human.” Sharp teeth bite into your shoulder, pushing you into your climax with force. You can barely register yourself being filled until you start to come down from your peak, feeling the wetness drip down your thighs.

DreamXD let’s go of your shoulder, kissing and licking at the open wound. He presses a kiss just below your ear with panting breaths. “Thank you, Y/N,” he whispers lowly. “I’m learning so much from you.”

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imaginationmess · 4 years ago

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Reincarnation Headcanons

*reposted from my previous blog*

Ryomen Sukuna X Reader X Itadori Yuuji

Request: do you do yandere head cannons for sukuna/yuji? if so can you do that with nsfw? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 if not, can you do headcannons with reincarnations? like sukuna had a wife in the past and she’s reincarnated as yuji’s gf? so it’s basically just them sharing? 😳

Author Note: I have been thinking of story with the same concept. XD I find it ironic and hilarious. Anyways, I do not write yandere, but I did write the other half of the request. I hope you enjoy.

Please excuse any grammar or spelling. I am going based on the anime. I haven’t gotten the chance to read the manga. I am trying my best >-<! Its been while since i wrote any requests of sorts

Word Count: 463

Sukuna would probably be speechless at the sight inside Yuji head when he saw a young woman that looked exactly like his former lover, wife

Sees the exact face that he used to kiss

The person he failed to protect those centuries ago, his wife was killed during an ambush by the sorcerers but she did take most of them with her to their deaths. The remaining survivors, Sukuna finished them off quickly to only hug your corpse against his chest.

His wife and he could be explained with this quote. “Behind a strong man, there is a strong woman who stands him,”

You could imagine his surprise seeing her have the same abilities, as his wife only a weaker version.

This would motivate Sukuna on offering you to train to get stronger which you did find suspicious at first, but Yuuji did convince you of taking Sukuna offer.

Your boyfriend, wouldn’t be able to stand seeing you getting critical injuries to close death calls.

He sincerely doesn’t feel any ill coming from Sukuna comparing to other times that Sukuna wanted to kill everyone around him. He shares the same feeling about you wanting to protect you.

This caused the two of you to sneak off claiming on going a date when it was actually going to the woods to train with Sukuna controlling Yuuji’s body.

Sukuna would teach you slowly all of the techniques that he knows about from his wife.

He was harsh but not too harsh that would draw blood.

During, training or hanging out with Yuuji’s room, you become close with Sukuna and felt comfortable in his presence for unknown reasons.

Perhaps, it was because you have been training and talking to him for a long time.

But it became widely known through cursed spirits, not a scratch could be placed on unless they want the King of Curses to come after you and give you a slow painful death.

When it comes to sharing, you never know who you are gonna wake up beside you after you falling asleep watching a movie.

It could be Sukuna who is teasing you about your sleeping face and squishing your cheeks to annoy you

Sleepy Yuuji who nods off to sleep again

You will get used to it when they switch in private randomly, but you did learn Sukuna loves cuddles and deep conversations surprisingly.

When all three of you are watching a movie, Sukuna’s mouth would appear on Yuuji’s cheek to comment about the movie.

If Outsider sees would see this, they are playing with fire unknown to them. You aren’t harmful ways but instead, you are in the best place in the wide world. A powerful who took a liking to you and vowed to protect you from death hands.

Thank you for reading!

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years ago

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Der Geliebte

Pairing: Jungkook x artist! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 6.4k

Rating: 16+

AU: non idol! Jungkook x artist! Reader AU!

Genre: strangers to lovers AU; friends to lovers AU! (idiots to lovers AU!); love at the first sight! AU; soulmate to lovers! AU (kinda?); unbelievable amount of fluff; a little angst (fluffy angst!!,); tiny amount of smut (one paragraph xD)

Warnings: tiny bit of smut/some sexual tension between both of them; Jungkook is a poor shy thing and is fucking nervous around the reader all the time; teeth rotting fluff; both are so in love with each other that they’re getting stupid to not realize it; both are insecure that they’re not meant for another... just fluff, fluff, fluff and painfully obvious pining over each other!

A/N: Hallelujah, I finally did it! After I made Sibi @borathae wait over three months for her Christmas + Birthday Fanfic I finished it two weeks to late for my sweetest Darlings Birthday! I am so incredibly sorry that I made you wait for such a long time and really, Sweetie, you have all the rights to be still mad at my stupid ass! Nevertheless... I love you so goddamn much and I hope the fic made at least a little bit up for it... Love you!!!! 💕 💕

Summary: You and Jungkook met right at the first day you opened your own atelier in Seoul after you had to leave your old home behind you. You love paint canvas with landscape motives, other people just roll with their eyes when they hear that you choose such usual, almost boring things to paint. Not so Jungkook, he seems to be different than most of visitors. It’s almost like he can read your feelings through your paintings...

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* Jungkook’s POV *

"In what are you getting yourself into, Jungkook?"

I quietly ask myself as I get rid of my clothes behind the paravent and throw the dressing gown over his body which you laid out for me. My hands are sweaty, they tremble slightly and my heart beats wildly, as if it wants to jump right out of my chest. Excitement spreads throughout my body, leaving a faint feeling in my stomach and a certain blush rises in my cheeks. I still can't believe what I've gotten myself into . But... you looked at me so pleadingly with your dear and downright innocent eyes that I would have done anything for you with that look of yours. I want to make you happy, see that happy and contented smile on your lips, which always makes a whole horde of wild butterflies break out in my belly. 'Normally I was the shyness and silence in person and with you... with her, I feel for the first timesomething like peace and security. Especially when I consider how shy I usually am around women.', I ask myself and I don't really know the answer to that. But what can I do against my feelings? I don't really know, on the one hand they scare me, on the other hand they feel so exciting and new that I don't want to eliminate them at all.

I don't even know exactly when the whole thing started. In which moment my feelings for you grew, when I felt more than just fascination and admiration for you and your artwork. Six months ago, a small studio had opened in my district, your own studio. On the day of the opening I simply went to it of pure curiosity, I had always had such a weakness for art and photography.

I can still remember exactly how I stood in front of one of your works and was literally speechless and overwhelmed by this picture and all his small details. This painting represents a classic image of the countryside, which was often to be found everywhere. But this work was different. So full of small details and ornaments. It was so much more... As a viewer you can see a beautiful clearing, which is surrounded by trees and protected from too many curious eyes. The ground of this clearing is overgrown with dense and lush green grass, which from the incoming sunlight almost invites you to let yourself fall into the grass. It reminds me instantly of my carefree childhood, when I rolled in it without overthinking my actions too much and those times when I playfully wrestled with my best friends around until our clothes had grass stains all everywhere. I could almost smell the scent of wild, untamed nature. The longer I look at the picture, the greater the longing became. Maybe I could visit this beautiful place one day, together with my partner, my significant other. Playing around with each other, chasing your beloved one until you fall into the grass breathless laughing and cuddling. Maybe we could have a picnic there and feed each other with homemade sweets?

I didn’t know that such a "simple" landscape painting could touch and awaken so much more in me, in my soul. Suddenly, such a wanderlust came over me that I gasped for air and a heavy lump formed in my throat. My whole body was tingling and my heart was literally screaming to get away from this dreadfully grey and monotonous daily routine of my boring single life, for at least some weeks. I want to go to this place, where I could draw the warm and fresh, natural air could deep into my lungs and pamper myself with homemade delicacies. Just to let the soul dangle and don’t stuck with my closely clocked work life. Maybe sleep until 10 o'clock in the morning and then maybe have a nice nap later. Enjoy the warm nights and hear the crickets chirping. This longing was... irrepressible. This particular wanderlust for nature, just to be out of the city, this longing for exactly this abandoned and untouched forest clearing literally overwhelmed me. What was it for an artist who could trigger such feelings and emotions in me?

I had been so absorbed in the artwork that I had not even noticed that a person step next to me. "Do you like the work?", asked a soft melodic voice, which spoke perfect Korean, but was pervaded by a light accent, which I could not quite assign. I flinched a little, but this bright, happy laugh gave me a tingling goosebumps all over my body. What a beautiful laugh... I turned to the person who was the owner of this beautiful voice. I was startled when I realized that the artist and owner of this studio was standing in front of me personally. I recognized her again, as I had seen a small photo of her in the newspaper article that drew my attention to this beautiful studio in the first place. Already in this picture she had radiated something so strong, colorful, cheerful and lively, which caused an excited flutter in my stomach.

I admit, I already laid an eye on her just by her appearance. Unfortunately I always had a hard time getting to know people ever since, let alone to talk to women. And now having you, Y/N, personally standing right in front of me, made me feel fluffy and excited in my stomach. Nothing is left of this otherwise so sassy and self-confident man that I used to be. Only a nervous and stodgy twenty-three-year-old idiot, who did not know what to say or wanted to say, now stands in front of this stunningly pretty and intelligent woman.

Her eyes sparkles like jewels, full of joy, struck me with interest and a playful smile lays on her lips. "Did you not understand my question?", she asked kindly, but nobly reserved. Immediately a rosy puff settled on my cheeks and I stuttered nervously: "Y-Yes, excuse me! I... I was just somewhere else with my thoughts and was completely surprised that they were addressing me personally.... Your works are truly unique! They still show such ‘usual’ motifs and yet they are so special because of these finely elaborated details and this passion with which this work of art was painted. They really are... Unique artworks that you do not forget so quickly. Even for untrained eyes as my owns, I can see that a talented artist has worked on it. I am very impressed by your work, especially this work here!" You could hear the honest admiration from my voice and my heart leapt as she reacted bashful to all of my compliments.

"Thank you, really, thank you so much! I really appreciate to hear such nice words like yours, even if it is rare. I am often criticized for my ‘lack of creativity’, caused by my chosen motives. I just love the rough, almost untouched landscapes of my hometown, I try to depict the ‘normal’ as something beautiful, unique. I would like to ‘really see’ what we already take for granted again. As a wonderful creation, a work of art. Nature is a wonderful example of this, or the architecture of buildings as well. Architects are also artists, although unfortunately they are not seen as such. I just want to offer the obvious things a more meaningful space again.... People like you have become rare. I have observed how you have recognized the true meaning, this beauty and aesthetics in such a ‘usual-looking’ motif. And this pleases me so much that you can read 'between the brushstrokes'. Oh... Excuse me, I always talk way too much when someone shows an interest in art or music, my personal passions. Besides that, I have not introduced myself to you yet, I am Y/N! I was obviously so pleased to see your understanding, empathetic look at this work, if you understand what I mean... Anyway... I can guess that you knew my name already, don't you? What about you? May I know your name?", asked you, beautiful artist, with her really stunning smile.

I swallowed nervously, never before had a young lady mixed my emotions so much in me. Even the picture of her in the newspaper article, which I had read out of boredom in one of my lectures, got me so emotionallyconfused. I didn't want to say it in front of my teasing friends, but I had been really excited when I set off this Friday night. And now the creator of these works of art stood before me and seemed to want to have a longer conversation with me. My heart beats to my throat and I got sweaty hands from this nervousness in my poor body. Honestly, as soon as I wasn't surrounded by my clique of friends, I automatically turned into a nervous, slightly abashed blushing and stuttering guy who behave like an inexperienced teenager.

In private life, without my best mates by the side, I am not so confident and daredevil. After all, I always had someone who could cover my back when things get tough, while I am on my own without anyone I know. You could usually only believe and trust, not control. That's probably why I struggled with interpersonal relationships. I always overthink too much and have some struggles with my self-confidence.

And now this attractive young woman looked at me with such interest and joy, just me. I was actually the reason for her interest. A joyful and blissful tingling seized every pore, every fiber of my body. Yes, in fact it was just me! Not my best buddy Seokjin, whom I have known since childhood and always sought the attention of everyone. It was no exaggeration to say that he was perhaps a little narcissistic, but only to cover up his own insecurities. Never would I have thought that someone would manage to get this personification of self-love under control. I admired his wife for standing up to Seokjin and keeping him and his dad Jokes at bay. Believe it or not, she of all people had the pants on in the house and knew how to deal with my best friend.

My gaze glided over the figure of the person in front of me and once again I took a sharp breath. I was so nervous to face her personally, a person I already deeply admired and had quite a respect for. I simply did not want to do anything wrong, even if this charm of hers was almost tangible and paralyzed my entire brain with its function. I can already picture how my mind waved wildly goodbye to myself and went to the summer holiday in the Caribbean.

This carefree smile and these beautiful eyes harmonized wonderfully with your complexion. Your features were awake and alive, seemingly always a slight smile surrounded the corners of your mouth, which provoked almost paradoxical reactions in my body. Your smile awake countless butterflies to flutter around in my stomach, which made me quite nervous and at the same time you radiated such a sense of security and calm, as if there was no reason not to get a word out of shyness. My gaze, which I hope examined you unobtrusively enough, wandered to your hands. You had long fingers, I could really imagine how they elegantly held the handle of the paint brushes and worked on these small details extensively in such a calm behavior. Which satisfied and concentrated calmness you possibly radiated while doing that...

A small, noble clearing of your throat again tore me out of my fantasies and speculations. God, what was I today but inattentive! How rude I must have seemed to you...

"Oh, sorry... I... I have not been able to keep my thoughts together all day..." I lied to seem at least a little more credible. Nervously, I pulled on the knot of my tie to loosen it up a little before I have a circulatory collapse. Before I went here, I thought for a long time about what I should wear for this occasion. Jeans and T-shirt were out of the question, too casual and almost an insult for your atelier. A complete suit, however, seemed too overdressed to me and so I decided for a black dress pants and a dark blue dress shirt.Understanding, Y/N nodded and gave me a cheering smile, which made my body tingle again. This woman drove me half crazy alone with his friendly gestures. How could it be that this polite lady got me confused right away?!

And somehow, it gave me a frenzy to leave my secure, anonymous side as a visitor to her exhibition and irrevocably reveal my true identity to you.

"My name is Jeon Jungkook."I answered in a slightly trembling voice, hardly daring to look into her eyes and rubbing my neck unobtrusively.

* Jungkook’s POV *

If only I had guessed what would change in me, how you changed me. That so much more would develop from a pure interest and a simple formal business contact... that you want to make me one of your artworks.

I take another deep breath before I dare to step out from behind the dark red paravent. It is pleasantly warm in this room, I should not freeze, if I am already so freely clothed. My gaze wanders through the small room with the huge, floor-to-ceiling window, which floods the entire room with light. The walls of the room have been painted in a dark orange and red colors and dark wooden planks lay out on the floor. It looks so comfortable due to the warm, dark tones. The orange-yellow evening sun dipped everything into something so cozy... sensual. Somehow into even a little erotic?

Y/N wants to work a lot with the light of the evening sun in this painting, which could be a little complicated if it is not suitable or if it is cloud-covered. But if you have put something into your head, especially in relation to your art, then you do everything you can do to go through it! Also the changing forces of nature cannot stop you from trying to realize your idea. Sometimes, you’re someone who is quickly frustrated and dissatisfied with yourself as well, especially when something doesn't work as you wants it to. Nevertheless when it comes to your passion, drawing and painting, you don’t let your idea go away, if you want something, you’ll find a way to make it happen. These are qualities that I know all too well of myself and thus my fascination about you only grows even more. The more time we spent together and I get to know more and more sides of you, the more attracted I became to you.

Your art means a lot to you and you’re quite tough in this respect, can not be overcome by the reproaches and the crushing criticism. That’s exactly what I admire so much about you, having the courage to stand up for personal passion. When I get criticized, all too often I think about really giving up on it, so that I don't have to endure all this criticism anymore. And then I look at you. How focused you are in this moment and carefully prepare for your next project. How you adjusts you easel to the right height, let your self-stretched canvas snap into place, spreads brushes of all sizes and shapes on the small side table next to you and prepares youracrylic colours. I swallow again, as I watched this happen. I am about to become one of your next artworks.

A little uncertainly I walk towards Y/N, the thin dressing gown tightly drawn around my body... never before have I felt so naked and vulnerable. This here is something else. I feel something about it... I feel something for you. For this pretty lady, who sprays her cheerfulness around her and could conjure a smile on the lips of even the most grumpy person. This joy almost kills you, completely engrossed this person and gives you the feeling of floating. You will get the feeling of being welcome at Y/N. To be accepted, with all the flaws and weaknesses that one has. She just smiles at you so gently and lovingly and just says, it's okay. It's okay to be the way you are. Imperfect.

"It is precisely this imperfect, this contradictory and also unpredictable thing that makes us human. That makes us an individual and also interesting. If we were really all as we are expected to be, it would be boring and monotonous. The surprise is only a real gift. Each of us is a very individual gift to a very specific addressee, who is the only one who can truly appreciate this gift. Only then did the recipient find the right person as his gift... Well, if the recipient knows about his gift...", Y/N once said with such a certain look at me, when we went out to dinner together in a restaurant in the evening to clarify some details. I wanted to help her find good contacts in Seoul and help her sell her works.

I can still remember it exactly... it was a quite... extraordinary evening. I was of course once again incredibly nervous and excited. At that time, I did not want to fully realize how much I already like you. Secretly, I had observed my opposite. Your positive and friendly disposition had turned my head all around... and in addition, this beautiful body and her elegant fingers, which already haunt me in the most erotic way unintentionally in my dreams.

I could not prevent my dream pictures from shooting through my head, which is why my cheeks turned dark red in embarrassment. These fucking fantasies in my head! My eyes stare at the cutlery as if it were incredibly interesting because I didn't dare look up. There were scenes in my mind that made my ears turn red and I would’ve loved to hide behind the menu card. Your body, which made her look like a Greek goddess.

Naked, body covered in sweat, your body shook in lust, you sit up with a wonderful moan... You are on top of me, I could admire your beautiful, almost divine body as you sat on top of me... and rode me. This breathtakingly beautiful distorted face of yours, as if all this pleasure you feel is carved in marble... lids closed, your lips, swollen from all the kissing, are slightly opened which let your lustful whimpering escape. This grace and elegance, as you rose from me and then lowered yourself again... as your hands glide erratically over my stomach, searching for support... you suddenly threw your head back and clenched even more tightly around my length. The addicting sounds you’ve made... it’s like the most beautiful melody in my ears... squelching noises and even more of yourjuices gushing out of your sweet, so sweet pussy when you came...

An all-too-familiar laugh tore me out of my extremely indecent thoughts, which quite relieved me at first. Until I raised my head and not too far away I recognized no one but my best friend Kim Seokjin, who made very questionable hand signals in my direction. Oh my God, no! I knew that he had recently changed his job and got accepted for a position as a chef in a new restaurant... but not in this Restaurant! He will never let me life after he found out I was on a “Date” with a woman...

Even though Seokjin was on the other side of the restaurant, I could almost feel his smirk on my own skin. Fuck it, just pretend as if you do not know each other and hit him really hard tomorrow morning in the gym where we meet up for our work out. I quickly turned all my attention back to the person sitting opposite me and tried to ignore Seokjin as best I could.

It was only at the end of the evening, when I had said goodbye to Y/N, that I realized that this meeting had much more of a date than a "business dinner". How familiar we had talked with each other... how much I had thought about licking Y/N the drop from the chocolate sauce of her lava cake from her lips... how it would be... to kiss and touch you...

A noticeable blush has settled on my cheeks as I attended our first meeting together... or even Date in this Restaurant thought back. Four months had passed since then and I suffered from longing for you. You would never see me like I saw you. The reason you wanted to draw me was simply that she needed someone as a model. In addition to landscapes and cities, you want to devote herself gradually to more other motifs. And since I have been the first inquired. Your pleading eyes made me say yes. But I know that for me you have no more than the feelings for a casual friendship. It hurts to see how you flirt around so casually with all those other people. I would never be the gift for you as you are for me. If only the recipient would notice that there is a given heart laying in your hands...

"Ah, Jungkook! I’m glad that you're ready!", your cheerful and melodic voice cuts through the silence of the room and you’re walking towards me with excited shining eyes. "Come~," you say and lead me to the chaiselongue, which is placed in front of the large window. The soft, orange light of the evening sun falls on the wine-red fabric of the restored chaiselounge in baroque style. The upholstery has frames covered in gold and also the lion feet on which this historic furniture stands are gilded. Everything was decorated with so many Details, it looks so incredibly elegant and luxurious. On the left side there are some cushions in the same color and an elegant design is carved on the backrest, literally inviting to get used.

"Surely you know the movie 'Titanic', right? Do you remember the scene where Jack used charcoal pencils to draw an nude coal picture of Rose as she laid on the sofa? I would like to draw you in a similar position. I hope it's okay for you if I look at you more closely without a dressing gown... i want to get an overview of your body proportions.", you say, looking me straight in the eye. I notice that you’re very concerned about my privacy and does not want to overstep any of my personal boundaries without my consent. I nod slightly at first until I get a clear yes over my lips. She looks at me silently for a few seconds before reassuring me once again that we can always stop at any time if I feel uncomfortable. Especially your patience and mindfulness of my boundaries shows me how important it is for you as well and how I actually relax noticeably. Y/N smiles cheerfully at me and I slowly loosen the belt of the dressing gown and let the last garment slide to the ground. I feel her in-depth look at me... he is not uncomfortable... only... exciting... in a few different ways.

I swallow again and lie down on the chaiselongue as instructed. You correct my arm and leg position, also rearrange all of the cushions correctly. To my own relief, you put a red cloth over my crotch area. Not that I am ashamed of anything, I am more than comfortable with you already... I just have some worries that I will get a visible problem if I constantly feel your look on my bare skin.

"It should be able to guess something, but not be allowed to see everything right away...", she whispered with a smile, before her fingertips unintentionally glide tenderly through my happy trail. One of your last smiles are... not really to interpret. Then you return to your easel.

* The Reader’s POV *

Carefully you sit down on your old painting stool, already quite worn out on the edges and stained with the most different types and tones of colors. It had originally been dark brown. You smile dreamily when you think back that you’re used to dangle your legs around when you were a little kid because it was way too big for you back then. For eighteen years now you have exactly this stool and this easel. They had been a gift from your grandfather for your fifth birthday. He had awakened the passion of painting and drawing in you and passed his talent on to you. A certain melancholy seized you when I thought back to how you used to paint your first real picture on canvas with your new easel in the old music room in your grandfather's country house.

It had been the old, dusty grand piano, which must have been more than a hundred years old at that time. How the country house survived all these wars unscathed, you ask yourself to this day. Perhaps there had already been something magical about it at that time, which should remain untouched. Perhaps the small estate should remain an inconspicuous symbol of hope, the hope that at some point the sun and peace will return when the unbearable suffering and sorrow of this cruel time is over. When the wars were over and all those seeking protection who had fled to this country house were able to return to their own homes again. This house, this estate you can explain your childhood with a single word. Home.

You lift your thought-lost look from your empty, folded hands and look to Jungkook. He takes your breath away every time you see him. He is so special, such a wonderful and yet you firmly believe that he has not been chosen for you, such an ordinary woman as you are. He would belong to someone else with whom he would be happy, although he is the only one who was able to understand and read your works, the language in them. It... it had been such a beautiful moment when, six months ago, he stood in your newly opened studio, so absorbed by the painting of the forest of your childhood. All the other visitors had only looked at it briefly and smiled wearily at the fact that it was again only a landscape painting, but did not grasp what the story behind this work was. Why the artist chosed this very motif, to see, to feel what the creator wanted to communicate through the work.

But Jungkook had been different. He had given the work, your personal heart, a chance to unravel the true meaning behind it. He did it slowly, bit by bit with his eyes... grasped with his whole mind and heart and finally let himself be influenced as a whole. You could tell from his body reactions that he felt exactly what you had felt when you painted it last summer. Longing. Infinite Longing. Mixed together with melancholy, a little homesickness and sorrow to a unique emotional color. The day you painted it was the last time you saw the house in your official possession. Your grandfather had left it to you. But unfortunately you lacked money, you had to pay some debts and with the best will you could not earn the money in other ways. So you had to sell it with a heavy heart. Your beloved birth and childhood home and the associated lands, you had to sell your true home away. The picture is the only thing left of it. And Jungkook was the only person who understood what you wanted to express with the painting. Longing. My Homesickness.

When all these sensations came upon him, he involuntarily clenched his hands tightly, his chest lifted and lowered quickly, his Adam's apple hopped repeatedly. His eyes were glassy. He experienced your longing as directly as you did. He... is so special. So infinitely amiable. He... he is the only person who’s able to read your true feelings in your works. He is able to read between your brush strokes.

So today you will try him... to paint a confession of love with this act. Maybe he could read... what you feel for him. Even if you know that you will probably never see him again. Because you would not be the recipient of his love and affection. He's just too... too... gifted for a simple artist like you. He would never be your gifted person.

Your gaze glides tenderly and caressingly over his body. Trying to absorb every little detail of his body, his charisma and his character into you and let it flow into the painting. Every birthmark you want to put on the canvas and hold on. You want to show Jungkook how beautiful he is. How godlike he lies before you on this majestic chaiselongue, how masculine and muscular he is, as if he wanted to embody an Adonis. You want to paint every muscle, even the smallest visible muscle, on the canvas in a realistic manner, you want to capture the strength and security that he conveys to you over and over again and make it visible to him. And yet... his gaze often corresponds to that of an intimidated, insecure fawn, which does not dare to want to get up on his legs on his own. The fear of falling again is too big. Through this painting you want to show Jungkook what he really is, what he represents for you and what you feel for him. He is... so contradictory. He is strong, godlike, powerful... and at the same time, so infinitely uncertain, vulnerable... almost pure.

Silence enters your little studio, only the regular breathing of the other and the muffled noise of the busy world outside the door could be heard. Here... here, it feels like time is standing still for a moment for the two of you. Your shared eternity had begun.

To your happiness that it is summer right now and it stays bright for a long time. Today you take more time than usual to mix colors. You want to mix a shade that perfectly matches his skin tone. You want to get the exact color of his black hair down onto the canvas, and the perfect brown for his beautiful eyes. The evening sun and the leaves of the huge treetops in front of the large window conjure up the most beautiful patterns on his immaculate body. A game of light and shadow. It seems to you that Jungkook's body, every single pore of his body has a tiny diamond, so that he begins to sparkle in the sunlight like an infinitely precious jewel. The evening sun warms him, lays a thin layer of sweat over his body. Every detail you try to bring to the canvas, every feeling, every movement of my heart, everything you feel for him, you want to bring to this canvas. You want to make him a masterpiece. Because for you, he is the most beautiful specimen, the only true crown of the human creation.

Some black strands have come loose from his manbun and have fallen on his forehead. It looks stunning, to see him like that. I had never seen him with a messy or even completely open hair... but even now these strands loosened from the braid make his facial features look so much softer and more relaxed. In it, the adult and strong man united with a young, vulnerable, shy boy. The result is... infinitely beautiful. He possesses both sides, so he makes the seemingly inexhaustible divine human being.

His eyes, drawing his eyes with that expression in them, cost you a lot of nerves. Too often you misunderstood this infinite longing that you find in his dark, brown eyes. Again and again you have to restrain yourself, not just to get up, to go over to him... and to kiss him.

This longing look you misinterpret is as longing as you own... according to your closeness, your touch, your affection... according to your love. Because you love him. You love everything about him, his sheepish laugh, the way of rubbing his neck shyly, the way he speaks and explains his point of views about things, how he smells... just everything... every blemish he blames on himself, you think it’s like an artwork on him. He is so perfectly imperfect that you just fell in love with him.

The sun has already set and only the last pink and purple streaks could be seen in the sky, with which the past day says goodbye to the world. One last time you can hear the velvety stroke of the brush over the canvas before you finally put the brush aside. It is finished. You have given everything that is in your power, used all of your artistic abilities and knowledge to the utmost and you have incorporated everything that you feel and think about into this artwork. And what you see put a smile on your lips, but also makes your pulse rise. What will Jungkook say when he looks at it? He will see it... can he read what you feel for him in it?

With a trembling voice, you call Jungkook and look at him one last time. The last time the sight of this male beauty was granted to you. One last time.

After Jungkook has wrapped himself in the dressing gown again, he slowly comes towards you and your easel. Your heart is throbbing as if it really wants to fearfully flight and jump out of your chest. Your body gets hot and cold at the same time and suddenly your hands get sweaty, the dried color on your skin mixes with the sweat to a uncomfortable mess in your palms, which somehow makes you even more nervous. Then he stands next to you. Looking at the canvas for the first time himself. The last brushstroke is still drying.

Once again there is silence, which makes you incredibly nervous and with every second that passes, you want to follow your instinct to escape. Jungkook's pupils are dilated and blown out, whether with bewilderment or horror, you can not recognize. One of his hands shoots up his mouth, he trembles all over his body. Suddenly you hear a suppressed, throaty sobbing. Surprised and a little appalled, you look at Jungkook, who has shut his eyes tightly and presses the palm of his hand even harder on his mouth, as if he wants to muffle every sound. Tears escape the corners of his eyes. This is a reaction... which you would not have expected...

Gently, mindful of any kind of resistance, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't sob, he doesn't whimper. He just cries. Tenderly, consolingly you hold him, without wanting to distress him. He literally presses his face into the crook of your neck. Salty tears drench your blouse, but it doesn't bother you. The reason why he had such an emotional outburst, you just don't understand. But still... it's okay. It is valid.

As he slowly calms down and his breathes becomes regularly again, he carefully lifts his head out of the crook of your neck and wipes the last tears out of his eyes dry in slight embarrassment. He slowly releases himself from your embrace until you finally stand silently in front of each other.

"What title you’ll give this artwork?", he asks softly, in a rough, throaty voice. You swallow . "It shall be called 'Der Geliebte'. ...it is german and translated it means... ‘The beloved’ ", you say barely audibly and lower your head. After this confession, you can no longer look him in the eyes.

Jungkook takes a sharp breath in and you're actually just waiting for a devastating response from him that would be like a death threat. But nothing of this happened. Instead, your chin is suddenly raised by his fingertips and you look into Jungkook's beautiful eyes. He bites his lower lip a little uncertainly,his own gaze falls on your pretty shaped lips.

"Do you... do you allow me to kiss you?", he asks quietly... barely audible for you even though you’re standing so close to each other. He doesn't dare to look you into the eyes after such a question, he is too afraid that you deny his request. But you can hardly believe your luck, a high pitched ‘yes!’ flew over your lips and before you can control yourself, you press your own lips right onto his. They are incredibly soft and kiss you back in such a delightfully and endearing insecure and shy manner as no other could ever have done it.

Your heart beats full of joy and bliss and in your belly, the butterflies fly somersaults of all different kinds that your whole body began to tingle. Your mind cannot get a grasp of all this yet, but this... you don't need any more of it at this moment anyway.

The kiss is tender, shy and somewhat uncertain from both sides. Jungkook is very insecure and shy, but before he can escape like a frightened deer again, you put your arms around his neck and let your hands rest in the nape of his scalp. Again and again you detach yourselves from each other only for the fraction of a second to get a breath of air into your lungs in order to find each other lips again... until you stopped for a few seconds.

"I like you... I like you really, really much, Jungkook... I even dare to say that I fell on love with you.", you mutter softly against his lips. His shy, happy smile was too much for you, so you immediately kiss him again. Perhaps because of the sheer joy and maybe of the certainty that he feels the same for you, the next kiss turns into something more passionate than before...

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crystalirises · 3 years ago

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FundXD au thrid part? Maybe the final confrontation between Dreamxd and George? imagine George offering to take Fundy's place, but XD teases him because he obviously only loves Fundy now (before Mumza saves the day!! or whatever you had planned if you already had something in mind).

Not me accidentally posting it separately. But anyway, here's the third part! I'm sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy this.

But yeah anyway, please do take heed of the trigger warnings. This is probably now what I consider the darkest and the most uncomfortable one-shot I've written. Like in terms of themes, yeah I am just: oh wow I wrote this huh...

So yes, please do heed the warnings and do not read it if any of the the warnings make you uncomfortable.

TW: Forced Relationships, Forced Kissing, Forced Marriage, Possessive Behavior, Captivity, Implied Harm, and A Lot of Dark Implications

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/84740365

“A radiant day for a wedding, do you not think so, my fox?” If only the mattress could swallow him whole. He buried his face on the silken sheets, pressing the pillow to the top of his head, wondering if he could suffocate himself if he tried really hard enough. “Beloved? You’re quiet.”

He rolled his eyes, holding back the urge to scream.

After a moment, he felt the twist of vines against his ankle, gently pulling him away from underneath the covers. Fundy let himself be dragged, having learned the hard way that clawing at the bed to keep himself from getting dragged was a bad idea. He shuddered at the bad memory.

“My darling star, don’t you agree that today is a splendid day for our wedding?”

No, he did not agree. There was no day where he’d ever even consider marrying the god.

“I don’t feel well. Can we move the wedding?”

“Do not lie.” The room turned colder, the chill of ice piercing through his skin that he nearly buckled underneath the pain. Then in just a second, the cold was gone. He was still in his their bedroom, the sunshine filtering in through the glass-stained windows, bathing the room in a kaleidoscope of color. XD was holding him by the elbow, their spherical head never faltering in its cheery smile, if one can call it a smile. The god pulled him into their embrace, holding him with such warmth that Fundy wanted to cry. They shouldn’t be so comforting. “You are well.”

“Ya…” Fundy felt like throwing up, “...well…”

For a god who had lived as long as the world, XD was not as patient as Fundy had hoped. It had only been a week, but the god had given up on Fundy’s flimsy excuses. Fundy had used every excuse that he knew: headaches, fevers, coughs, even “fainting” that one time XD had actually gotten him to stand on the altar. They had grown tired of waiting. Fundy turned his head towards one corner of the room, their wedding outfits only seemed to mock him. He shivered within the god’s hot touch, XD didn’t seem to notice his discomfort, but they noticed the way he was staring at those, arguably, beautiful outfits. XD led him towards them, holding him by the arms.

“I could change your suit if you wish, anything for you, my fox.” Fundy paled, refusing to look at the suit now that it was in front of him. It was in a beautiful hue of orange pastel, decorated with a pastel green flower pinned to its chest. XD had chosen to wear a dress for the wedding, and if Fundy wasn’t being held there against his will, he might have even blushed at the thought of the god in a dress… walking down the aisle. It was a mostly white dress which faded into a pastel green in the middle and into a forest green at the bottom. “You could wear a dress if yo—”

“No.” Fundy already loathed the suit, he wouldn’t know what he’d do if he had to wear a dress. At least XD didn’t mind, though - and Fundy knew it was stupid to feel - he found it somewhat adorable that XD wanted to wear a dress. The wedding dress suited them, even if Fundy didn’t want to marry them. The god hummed behind him, a low sound that had no lyrical or musical tone to it whatsoever, before picking him up. He shrieked, holding tightly to the god’s shoulders.

“My dear fox, the wedding will be divine, it shall take place the hour between day and night.” Fundy had a few hours of freedom. Then… He clenched his hands, angered that he no longer had his claws to tear into the god’s skin. “The wedding venue has not changed from the last time we tried to marry, but, sweet fox, would you wish for any new changes? What do you wish for?”

His only wish was to go home.

The god leaned down and Fundy knew what was to come. He closed his eyes, letting the god do what they wanted. Maybe he should have heeded his papa’s advice. Maybe he shouldn’t have befriended the god who seemed too kind to be true. Maybe he should have stayed at home and lived a normal life instead of searching for… he didn’t even know anymore. But he knew he missed his home, he missed his dads. He missed the normal life in their little cabin in the fields.

Once the god leaned away from the kiss, Fundy let out a sigh. “I want cake.”

---

“Wil, I love you, but now is the time for your ritualistic shenanigans.”

George tapped his foot on the muddy ground, placing his head in his hands as Wilbur ignored him for the tenth time. Wilbur had refused to say what his secret was, in favor of showing what his secret was. If George had known that said secret would involve Wilbur drawing intricate symbols in the mud, George would have gone deeper into the forest on his own instead.

After a few more seconds of agonizing silence and waiting, Wilbur finally stepped back, gesturing for George to come near him. He raised a brow, choosing to stand beside Wilbur despite the nagging voice in his head telling him to leave and go look for their son. George took in the symbol that Wilbur had drawn. He’d traced a circle in the mud, and within the complex lines, George could make out five symbols. The lines merged to showcase a woman. In her right hand, she held a blade. In her left, there were musical notes and discs emerging from her palm.

At the bottom of the symbol, the lines converged to create a pair of angel wings.

“Wil, is now the time to show me that you can draw—” He cut himself off once Wilbur started to chant under his breath. He stepped back, doubt racing through his mind. George had never been interested in magic, being more talented in redstone and engineering, but he feared those who excelled in the practice. Magic meant gods, and gods meant double-edged deals. “Wilbur…”

The symbol began to glow a light gray hue, the smell of metal and death tainting the air. His fear doubled, but he didn’t try to run off. Nervous as he was, he trusted Wilbur, his dear husband.

A splash of cold landed on his cheek, he brushed it away, but then a downpour of rain began to fall around them. The ground turned muddier, nearly grasping onto their legs. George looked up, furrowing his brows at the sight of sunlight. It was raining despite the warm sun rays that were filtering in through the trees. The intricate symbol wasn’t affected by the sudden storm, its glow intensifying underneath the torrent of water. George didn’t know why, but he felt sick. A sickness that wasn’t nausea, it was worse. Like someone had taken a sharp pickaxe and started to chip away at his heart. He held a hand to his chest, grasping for Wilbur’s arm with the other.

Wilbur’s chanting had grown louder despite the rain, almost like he was fighting against the noise. The light gray glow had taken over the entire drawing, the lines scorched away by its brilliance. Then the world began to shake, and for a moment, George could hear screaming.

He slipped once the earth started to sink. Wilbur pulled him up just as the ground gave way, the symbol had caved in, going deeper and deeper until he could see bright red. He shuddered, but Wilbur held him close. He had half a mind to throw his husband an irritated glare. If his husband would stop with the theatrics for a moment and actually tell George what his secret was, then maybe he wouldn’t be second-guessing everything that's happening right now. He glanced back down at the hole. Wilbur had just opened a gateway to the underworld. Despite the red lights of the underworld, the chasm let out a chilling cold that seeped deep into George’s skin and soul.

“You’re a hellspawn, is that the secret? If so, it was not much of a secret I already knew that, Mr. Soot.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to George’s cheek. Once Wil had left George on stable ground, he watched as his husband walked close to the chasm. Wilbur reached down a hand. George wondered if Wilbur was asking to get kidnapped. “Wilbur, the dead can’t help us.”

“You’re correct. Zombies are pretty shit at… everything. Skeletons… perhaps.”

George took a breath through clenched teeth. He knew Wilbur was worried about Fundy too, but he couldn’t afford to waste anymore time with Wilbur and his shenanigans. XD had taken their son, a wish god had taken their son and George knew the god would refuse to let Fundy go.

“Wilbur, please. We need to find Fundy. XD would do anything they could to keep our son from ever leaving them, we have to go.” He pleaded, but Wilbur was too busy looking into the chasm.

George loudly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The rain continued to pour around them, and if he didn’t hurry, he’d lose his way down the forest path due to the mud that was beginning to drown everything in its path. He turned to leave, but then a voice broke through the silence.

“A sunshower…? Did you forget to tell your own mum that you're getting married, Wilbur?”

---

Fundy flitted about the room, pressing his hands against his ears as the rain continued to pour outside. He didn’t know why XD had thought it would be romantic to marry one another while a storm threatened to destroy the land, but the constant tapping of the rain on the ground was beginning to grate on his ears. Despite the heavy rain, he hated the warm sunlight even more.

Why couldn’t the weather just be either gloomy or happy? It was a mockery of his life.

He glanced down at his suit, fixing the green flower so it wouldn’t fall off by accident. He didn’t know what XD would do if anything were to ruin their “special day.” He huffed, pressing his head against the glass window. He could see the neverending forest from there. XD had insisted that they live on one of the highest trees in the forest. They wanted to give Fundy a good view.

When XD had first shown him their abode, Fundy had been ecstatic to see the entire forest. He collapsed on a nearby chair, putting his head in his hands. Now everything felt like a big joke.

It was so wonderful before, but he saw through the roses, and now knew their thorns.

He looked back up, worried for a moment that XD would be standing in front of him, ready to whisk him away to the altar. There was a shift of movement at the right side of the forest, perhaps XD reimagining the wedding venue now that the rain had completely ruined the god’s chosen outdoor setting. He took momentary pleasure at the thought of the weather going against the god’s wishes. No, today was not a radiant day for a wedding. But Fundy knew that a “little” storm wouldn’t stop the god. They were too excited, too eager to get the ceremony over with.

Fundy winced, maybe his constant escape attempts had been the cause of that rush. It had only been a week since the god had taken him captive and kept him in their domain, but Fundy had spent every day trying to find a way to escape. He’d given up after the fifth escape… after… Fundy pulled his knees close to his chest. He didn’t want to think about it. But he had to. He had to keep a reminder in his mind about how much he loathed the god and what they’d done to him.

The first attempt wasn’t even an attempt, it was him screaming until XD forced him to sleep.

The second attempt had begun the moment the god had gone into stasis, or the godly equivalent of what was sleep. The god’s hands were wrapped around Fundy, keeping him close to their chest, but Fundy had managed to sneak away after hours of slowly moving. He’d gotten to the door of the bedroom, unlocking it with a bobby pin that he’d found in one of the drawers. He’d gotten down the tree by the time XD realized he was gone. They’d teleported him back to the bedroom, vines growing against the surface of the door, effectively keeping him locked inside.

The third attempt was Fundy painstakingly cutting through the clump of vines after XD had left him to prepare for their wedding. He’d gotten through half of them by the time the god had come back. They’d been disappointed in Fundy, sad that he hadn’t even gotten dressed in his wedding suit yet. Then in a blink of an eye, the vines had grown back, with even more thorns than before. Then XD had whisked him away to the wedding venue, where Fundy then pretended to faint.

The fourth attempt was Fundy getting so frustrated that he took a chair and threw it at one of the windows. The glass shattered on impact, and he’d quickly tried to squeeze through the space, not caring for the shards that pierced his skin. XD had not taken that escape attempt all too lightly.

The fifth and last attempt… he’d convinced XD to give him some sand and gunpowder.

The god had been furious, even more so than what they’d been after the fourth escape attempt. Fundy had nearly killed himself in the process and had even attacked XD out of anguished rage.

Well… XD made sure Fundy could never attack them again.

Fundy sniffed, wiping at his tears. He didn’t want to be crying at his own wedding.

---

It was odd to have a wedding without a wedding officiator. Fundy kept his gaze on his hands, his fingers trembling each time XD traced his knuckles with their thumb. He could feel his throat dry up, his head heavy with nausea that he thought he was actually going to faint and fall over.

“Do I take Fundy Lore-Soot as my lawfully wedded husband?” XD paused, “I do.”

Fundy found it ridiculous. XD had taken up the mantle of wedding officiator, and if Fundy didn’t know any better, he would think that he was part of some comedic play or some big cosmic joke.

“And do you, Fundy Lore-Soot, take the god of wishes, XD, as your lawfully wedded spouse?”

Fundy gritted his teeth, he could feel the god’s magic in his throat. He could barely breathe a few seconds ago, but now it felt like he needed to speak like his life depended on it. “I do. I do. I do.”

He trembled, uncontrolled anger racing through his veins. It was torture to say ‘I do’ once, but the god forced him to say it three times, like Fundy was as desperate as them to get married. XD pulled him close, their gaze hot against his skin. He wished he would melt, that he could melt against the god’s touch and be swallowed by the grass. Anything that could set him free.

“Then by the power vested in me as the god of wishes, I now pronounce us married for eternity.”

The god leaned close, “I may now kiss the groom.” Fundy tried to move back, but the god had formed one more pair of hands. One hand held his hands, curled gently around his wrists. One hand was cupping him by the waist. One hand was on his chin, pulling his face up and towards them. The last hand was at the back of his head, pushing him forward and keeping his head in place. He closed his eyes, losing himself in his mind, refusing to accept what was happening. He focused on the life he’d lost, and his dads who would no doubt why he never came back to them.

After what felt like a lifetime, the god finally let him go.

Well, they didn’t. But they’d stopped kissing him in favor of picking him up.

XD laid him down on the altar.

Fundy blinked, holding onto one of XD’s hands out of fear. The god chuckled at the “endearing” display. “H-hey… the wedding’s over, ya? Time to head home, right? W-what are you doing?”

“The ceremony is not yet over, my star.” XD tilted their head, “You are still mortal.”

Any thread of cooperation they had established broke with that proclamation. Fundy screamed, pushing himself away from the altar just as a series of golden chains rose up from its sides. They wrapped around his arms and his legs, pulling him back down on the altar’s marble surface. He wailed, tears slipping past his eyes. He thought he’d only endure it for this lifetime, that the god would have no choice but to give him up to death at some point in the future. XD watched his struggle, summoning an intricate dagger. “Don’t worry, my sweet fox, I shall make it painless.”

“I OBJECT!”

---

George pushed past the leaven doors, not caring that the action caused the whole entrance way to collapse to a flimsy pile of autumn leaves. He stood at the end of the wedding venue, drenched from the rain. His heart beated loudly in his chest, his ears ringing as he made his way down the aisle. Wilbur was still by the entrance. George had told him to wait before he actually entered.

“Papa—” Fundy’s scream was cut off with a hand, the god having swiveled around to face whoever had dared to ruin their perfect day. George kept walking down the aisle, anger racing through his bones. His son looked so frightened. He clearly didn’t want to be marrying the god.

“Let him go, XD.”

“Why ever shall I do such a thing, my dearest friend, Georgenotfound? I have no intention of ever letting my newly wedded husband leave me. My old friend, I believe you are a few seconds too late. Fundy and I are married.” He heard Fundy scream out a protest, muffled by the hand that the god had left. George could see the tears on their son’s face, and his gaze turned towards the dagger that the god was carrying. He took the chance to look behind him, catching Wilbur’s pale gaze. His husband was looking at the dagger. “Leave before I cast you out. You are tresp—”

“I’ll take his place.”

The only sound that could be heard was Fundy’s fit of screaming. Wilbur was silent. XD had merely tilted their head, the god’s cold gaze meeting George’s eyes, piercing right through the goggles that he wore. He swallowed down the sickness he felt at the thought of marrying the go. XD had been his best friend once, and George had never thought of them in any other way. But the god had taken his friendship as romantic affection. “Fundy doesn’t love you.” The god reeled back, the ‘XD’ carved symbol on their head disappearing, only to return as golden chains that surrounded their white spherical head. “You and I know he doesn’t love you, and neither did I.”

George shook his head, “But I am willing to stay with you if you let him go.”

He met his son’s eyes, holding Fundy’s gaze for as long as he could. He worried it might be the last time they’d ever see each other again… if it went wrong… George shook his head. It won’t go wrong. He turned back to the god, the chains still present. “We could pretend like nothing has changed. I could stay here with you for all of eternity. We could be friends again, you and I. It must have been lonely when I left. You were never really great with making friends with others. We could try again. Just you and me, stuck in this forest forever. Like how it used to be. I won’t run away anymore. I won’t leave you ever again. Let Fundy go, and I’ll stay with you forever.”

The god was silent. For a moment, George thought they would agree. Then the ground disappeared from underneath him and a large hand was painfully gripping him by the leg. “No.”

Sharp cold pierced through his leg. The god glared down at him, “You are nothing to me.”

XD looked over at Fundy, “He… He is everything to me now.”

George placed his arms over his head, preparing himself for the fall. He heard the loud screech, and then his leg was free. He closed his eyes, but instead of hard earth, he fell into a pair of warm arms. He opened his eyes, embarrassingly laughing once he’d realized that Wilbur had caught him. His husband placed him back down, looking at his leg with worry when George stumbled. It wasn’t broken, but XD’s sharp cold magic would keep him from properly walking for a while.

Wilbur helped him away from the angered god. George looked up, watching as the hand that was previously holding him rotted away. XD screeched, turning to them, their golden chains glowing with a blinding light. A scythe appeared within view, striking the wish god right on their face.

The Goddess of Death entered the wedding venue, a disappointed look in her eyes.

“You should have let my grandson go, God of Wishes.”

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Ambiguous ending but uh... I have preferred ending and it's def not the bad one.

Clarification for the title (which can't be seen here but is in the ao3 version): So a sunshower is a weather phenomenon where it is raining despite there still being sunshine. While the rain is not as heavy as a storm, I changed the rain here to be that like a rainstorm despite the sunlight that is still present. The reason for this is because where I'm from (or at least according to my mother) when a sunshower happens, that means a kapre and a white lady are getting married (or well, other Filipino mythological legends are getting married).

I just think with XD here being a somewhat monster of a god... well, poor Fundy having to marry him.

The sunshower is basically an indication here that a god is getting married, that's why Mumza asked Wilbur if he was getting married (also Wilbur is the god of music here, not all that powerful against a wish god).

#fundy #dreamxd #dreamwastaken dsmp #fundywastaken #fundXD #wilbur soot #georgenotfound dsmp #georgebur #goddess of death kristen #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp

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subbe93 · 3 years ago

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Day 1: The Roulette of Destiny part 1.

Rating: For everyone

Prompt: First meeting

Genre: Arranged marriage AU

A/N: I planned to write a one-shot about arranged marriage, but sadly I and one-shots don't always see eye to eye, so... it became a much bigger project D: I have pretty much written it already (and the ending which I love), but let's see if I get out more than this xD

Still, I hope you enjoy :3

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She stared at her teacup without really seeing anything. Morning’s first sun rays made Tokyo so beautiful, so fresh, and even though she knew that beautiful scenario from the hotel’s highest restaurant should make her morning better, somehow, she couldn’t care. Today it didn't impress her. She started to doubt if her plan to make herself in a better mood would even succeed. Gorgeous breakfast on the first-rate restaurant and some shopping was her plan to forget the bomb her parents dropped last night, but at this point, it hasn't worked out, and somehow she wondered if even shopping would make difference.

Yet Ran didn’t want to go home. Not yet. Right now, she was so angry with her parents, and even thinking of them made her mood drop more even though she was sure that it couldn’t be even possible. She wasn’t ready to forgive them, not yet. Okay, the reasonable side of her knew that she was the only one who was in this war and she knew she couldn’t win it. She had lost this fight as soon as she has started it. She should just accept her faith. Yet the hotheaded side of her made sure that she would do everything much harder for her parents than it should be. It would be her silent rebellion against them.

Ran leaned with her elbows on the table and hid her face in her hands. God, if her best friend would have been home… Ran would have called her, told her everything and maybe stayed there night or two. Maybe things would have been better soon. But no. Sonoko was visiting her boyfriend's place which was… was… Hah, Ran couldn’t even remember where Makoto-kun lived. And like she even cared. At least not now.

Ran felt how her eyes started to make tears. God, she was so envious! Sonoko got to choose who to date, who to marry…

Why God hated her so much? What she has done wrong to deserve this?

“Excuse me… Can I join?”

Ran raised her head. Beside the table stood a young man who was dressed in a white blouse, blue tie, which was a little slack, and dark grey trousers. He has dark brown hair, serious blue eyes, and a gently little smile on his lips. He held a coffee cup in his right hand and in his armpit, he held a rolled newspaper. Or that what it’s looked like to Ran. On his other hand, he held a dark grey jacket.

Somehow Ran felt like she has seen that man somewhere before, yet she couldn’t remember, where or who he would be. Maybe it was her imagination?

“Oh”, she said after realising that this man was still waiting for her answer. She glanced at her teacup and breakfast which she hasn’t touched. “Mm, actually, I… I…”

“Please?” the man interrupted her. Ran raised her gaze to him and saw how that man glanced to the restaurant’s doorway. Ran almost looked that way herself, but the man turned to her before she did. “I promise, I won’t bother you.”

Ran looked at the man who just showed her a bright smile like trying to convince her that she should let him. Ran wasn’t sure what was going on, because she was pretty sure that usually random people wouldn’t join other’s tables, not when there were still free tables. And if it was for a view of the city, this wasn’t the only table close to the windows.

But why would she care?

“Well, if you want to”, she said and sway her hand towards the free spot in front of her. “Be my guest, I guess.”

“Thank you”, he answered. Ran followed how that young man put his coffee cup and newspaper on the table before setting his grey suit jacket on the chair’s back. Then he sat down. He met her gaze and smiled before took his newspaper and opened it in front of him to read it.

Ran sloped her head a little. She found it a little amused that someone still read the newspaper, at least someone who looked young enough to have a smartphone. Or at least to her, he didn’t look much older than her, but at the same time, she knew that sometimes people age differently. Maybe he was just a lucky one and looked younger than he really was?

Somewhere behind her she heard loud voices.

“Are you sure he isn’t here?”

Ran turned her head. She saw two young women standing in the restaurant’s doorway talking to the waitress. Another one looked around like searching for something or someone when the other just looked desperate and almost prayed to the waitress to tell her something. “Come on, he’s Kudo-sama! I’m pretty sure he came here!”

Kudo-sama?

“Like I said before, he’s not here”, the waitress said loud and clear, and Ran saw how she has enough of those two. “And now, if you two excuse me, if you’re not going to eat here, could you leave, please? You have disturbed our customers enough.”

“But we need to meet him…”

“And I’m going to call guards if you’re not leaving now.”

Two women looked at the waitress like she had offended them, but they left, though making sure that everyone would hear how the waitress hadn’t been respected them at all. Ran shook her head. She couldn’t believe how some people could behave like that. And who is this Kudo-sama? Probably some kind of celebrity, was her guess.

She turned around and saw how the young man in front of her has lowered his newspaper enough to see over it what was going on. His gaze met hers. He showed to her a little smile.

“Do you know what that was about?” she asked out of curiosity. “Who is this Kudo-sama?”

Those blue eyes stared at her for a moment, like measuring her for something. Ran wasn’t sure why though. Then man just shrugged his shoulders before severed on the left side of the newspaper to get his coffee cup. “I have no idea”, he answered and took a sip of his coffee. After putting the cup back on the table, he continued: “Probably some wannabe celebrity or something.”

Ran smiled. “You almost make it sound like you are jealous.”

The man laughed dryly and looked at her. “And be chased by women who would be selfish enough not to care who they disturb or hurt to get their idol’s attention?” He glanced in the doorway before raised his newspaper to continue to read it. “No thank you.”

Ran smiled shortly, yet she didn’t take her gaze away from the man who has hidden behind the newspaper. Well, he has just said the truth. Even though Ran sometimes dreamed that she would be a celebrity, she wouldn’t want any of her admirers to be rude to others. But maybe that was one thing that can’t evade. Every people were different, and like that man had said, some people would be selfish enough to do anything just to get their idol’s attention. It was sad but true.

But truth to be told, when Ran looked at that man who was so interested to know what happens in the world, she could imagine that that man could be something bigger than he told her. He was handsome and nice. He has manners. And if his words were true and not just something that he decided to say just to make an impression, he would be fair. Or she could be totally wrong about him...

But then, how many celebrities would come to the hotel’s restaurant to eat breakfast in the suit? She wouldn’t. If she would be a big name, she would try to get dressed like anyone else. Suits are something better and would draw attention. They would be recognized sooner or later. So maybe he was just some businessman. Maybe he was here to make some contracts or having meetings. That was the only reason why anyone would dress in the suit in the mornings.

“Can’t take your eyes off me?”

Ran blushed and leaned backward. The man lowered his newspaper enough to met her gaze. He smiled and his eyes glimmered mischievously.

She wasn’t sure if she liked him or not.

“Pretty full of yourself”, she answered trying to hide her shame of getting caught for staring. “How can you tell from behind that newspaper that I stared at you and not someone behind you?”

The man smiled and closed his newspaper. “Oh, don’t we all feel it when someone is staring at us?” he asked while folding the newspaper and lied it on the table. Then he gave to her his full attention. “And how much you want to bet that behind me is no one?”

Ran let her gaze wandering behind him even though she knew better than him that there was no one.

“Fine”, she said in the end. “Are you some kind of mind-reader?”

He laughed. “Not at all”, he answered. “I just happen to pay attention to my surrounding.”

“Why?” she asked. “Are you hiding from someone?”

The man shook his head and took his coffee cup. Somehow his cheerfulness melted a little when he looked at his cup. “Well, not exactly someone… Maybe more like something. Though it’s useless”, he answered and took a sip on his cup. Ran stared at how he put down his cup and leaned against the table. “But enough of me, miss. How about you?”

“About me?”

“Yup”, he answered. Blue eyes wandered to her plate and teacup. “Your tea is cooled down because it doesn’t steam anymore. And you haven’t eaten anything from your plate. It seems like it's your first, though it’s a different story if you took a new plate after first was empty, still, you haven’t touched that, so…” He looked at her eyes. “I believe there is something bothering you.”

Ran felt impressed, yet a little annoyed. Why that random man was so curious? It wasn’t his problem what Ran did or didn’t, and any of this wasn’t his business!

“What is this? Some kind of interrogation?” she asked defensively.

“No”, he answered and leaned backward. “Usually, people don’t have an appetite when something bothers them.”

“Really?” she asked dryly and looked at his cup. “Then why haven’t you got anything to eat? You are here to eat breakfast like other of us, right?”

The man looked at the buffet. “Well, I’m not hungry”, he said and showed a gloomy smile to her. “Like I said, I’m here to trying to hide from my problems. And because of them, I’m not hungry.” He lowered his gaze at his cup. “Well, I thought I would feel better after a cup of coffee, but truth to be told, either this coffee is terrible or it’s just me why it doesn’t taste as good as I hoped.”

Ran felt pretty bad for being mean to the man. Something bothered him, and she was just annoying… And yet, it wasn’t his fault that Ran has a bad day.

“I’m sorry”, she said and lowered her gaze back to the teacup. “I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it’s okay”, a man answered lightly. “I shouldn’t have tried to pry.”

He moved and Ran raised her eyes to see that man was about to leave. She felt something squeeze her throat. Was he leaving because she was mean to him?

“I just… I just have a bad day”, she said fast. The man stopped and looked at her. “I mean…” Ran moved her eyes off him and looked at the city from the window. “My parents, they decided without me that I should marry someone. I mean…. like…” She kept a little break, trying not to start cry again. “They arranged my marriage.”

There, she has said it. Out loud. To someone else… And to someone who she didn’t even know.

“I mean… I… I have always dreamed that I find someone who would love me and go on dates and we would move together, he would propose to me, we would get married and all that…” Ran was happy that she couldn’t see her reflection from the window. Must be a pitiful sight. “But now, instead, my parents have decided without me that I need to get married as soon as possible! I mean… Why didn’t they say anything about it earlier? I… I… I don’t know if I could have done anything differently, but at least I would have had more time to be okay with this. Or really tried to find someone in my life! All this time I thought that I can decide who I marry, plan my own weddings and all but out of nowhere they just took that liberty from me! Why? Because this is best for me! I’m at my best age to make family and all. So what?!” She felt anger and frustration came back to her. “I’m just twenty! I have still plenty of time! Why my happiness isn’t important to them? Do they think I can’t ever find anyone? Do they think I’m going to be happy with someone who I don’t even know? And how they can know if that person is kind to me? He can be a monster, who just want to use me, and…”

Out of nowhere, she realized that she has ranted all this time and hasn’t got any answer. She turned her eyes back where the man has stood a moment ago. He was still here. Blue eyes stared at her and… He smiled cheerfully?

“What?!” she shouted before giving any other thoughts of anything. Why she even thought that man could understand her distress? It seemed that it would have been better if she would have let him go away earlier. “Yeah, I know, I’m pitiful and childish, selfish person who just has dreams and I wanted to make them true, but instead someone took them from me without asking, and you dare to laugh?”

“Hey, I’m not laughing, just smiling…”

“Yeah, and why is that? Because I’m just childish? Because I don’t want to get married to some random guy…”

“No, it’s not that…”

“Then what it is?!” Ran shouted. She stared at his eyes feeling angry. Oh, how much she just wanted to stand up and kick that man’s sorry ass for laughing at her, for…

“Oh, come on, don’t cry.”

“What?” she asked just before she felt something soft on her cheek. Tears. She hasn’t even noticed that she was crying… A white handkerchief appears in her sight. The man was offering it to her.

She looked at him for a second before took a handkerchief from him, though a little ruder than she maybe should have.

“I wasn’t smiling for your misery”, he said, and she heard him moving something, but she didn’t look. She just took a napkin and dried her eyes and cheeks. “I can understand how you feel…”

Ran laughed dryly and turned to him. He had moved his chair closer to her. “Well, it didn’t look like it”, she said with a cold voice. “I wouldn’t laugh at someone about this if I would know how it feels.”

The man glared at her. “Are you going to let me explain before judging?”

She snorted. “Not sure if I want to hear your explanations.”

“Well, wanted or not, I smiled because I’m in the same situation.”

Ran stopped everything. Then she laid down the napkin and met his serious gaze.

“I smiled because I listened to you and…” It was his turn to let out a dry laugh. “Well, I have been thinking some of those things since yesterday evening. I have been angry and disappointed of my parents that I also forgot that in the end, it isn’t so uncommon that parents arrange their children’s marriage.”

“It isn’t?” Ran asked with a little confusion. “I haven’t heard…”

Man smiled. “Well, were you ready to tell happily to everyone that your parents chose your future husband without asking your opinion?”

“Well, I wasn’t…”

“In my line of work, I have heard too many people to being together because of arranged marriage. And it’s coming out only if it’s the ultimate must. So, I believe no one wants to tell anyone if they don’t have to, and that’s the reason why many people think they are only ones.”

“But… why?”

Man shrugged. “My guesses are as good as yours”, he answered and leaned with his left arm on the table. Ran felt his warm skin against her hand. “Because parents have been friends and decided a long time ago that if their children haven’t married at a certain age, they can have each other. Because some parents don’t have enough money to provide for their child and they want them to marry someone who can. Because of making sure they got wealthy spouses. Because of some opportunities.” He shook his head. “There are too many reasons, and since it’s not illegal…”

“Though I think it should be”, Ran snorted.

“Well, I think so too.”

They changed smiles. Ran wasn’t sure what to think of this all. Well, even though her parents have said that it was best for her, she believed that money was the reason. Even though she has believed that they got enough money to survive, it could be possible that they didn’t. Maybe that was the reason why they decided that Ran should marry someone.

“So… What was your reason?”

Man didn’t raise his gaze on her. “Because of my parents... No, because my mother is impatient”, he answered. “After high school, she just asked why I don’t have a girlfriend, and I just said that I haven’t found anyone interesting. So, I was all by myself, mostly working. Then my parents came to visit some weeks ago and she was still so confused that I didn’t have anyone, so without asking from me, I believe she took reins on her hands.”

Ran laughed. “Pretty hard to believe that you don’t have a girlfriend already.”

He met her eyes, looking a little confused. “Why?”

She shrugged. “Well, handsome man like you…” Then she stopped with horror. Did she really say that out loud? She looked at the man who first looked more confused before he started to smile. "No, I mean... I... You know... I didn't mean it... like... that, you know?" she tried to save herself.

"Do I?" he asked.

"Well, you know, I mean that..." The man started to laugh and Ran stopped and looked at him with confusion before she realised that he was just making fun of her. "You idiot, forget what I said earlier! I understand pretty good why no one wants you!" Yet a smile came to her lips too. Somehow she felt a little lighter than earlier even though she wasn't ready to forgive her parents. But still, this was better than nothing. Maybe this was all she needed? To talk to someone who would understand.

Then her phone started to ring. She took it out and felt how her good mood was fading away. It was her mother.

“Not going to answer?”

“It’s mom”, she answered and put the phone on the table, just muting it. “I… I just don’t want to talk to her yet.” She sighed. “Though I know I should probably go back to home and live with this miserable faith, but… I don’t want to.”

The man leaned back and crossed his arms. “Then, what would you like to do?”

Ran gazed out of the window. The day was beautiful, yet the sight of Tokyo made her somehow feel… sad? She knew she has two months before weddings, yet she told herself that the time would go too fast for her. Would she learn to live with this? Could she ever walk the street of the city without feeling anxious, sad, lonely? Could she go anywhere in Tokyo without counting days at the weddings?

She felt like she would love to go somewhere. Somewhere where she could just forget everything and enjoy her life. Yet she didn’t know where. She wouldn't have enough money to travel too far, nor have any friends whose place she could stay overnight.

“I don’t know”, she answered honestly. “I just thought that I would love to leave Tokyo for a day or two. Going somewhere where I don’t have to remember these problems. Run away from everything.”

He didn’t say anything, and maybe Ran didn’t even wait for an answer. What could he say in this situation anyway?

Her phone started to ring again. Her mother. She probably should just face the reality and answer her.

“Before you answer”, his voice interrupted Ran who was just taking her phone in her hand, “what about we run away together?”

“What?” Ran asked and looked at him like she hasn't heard him right. Well, she was sure that she had heard it wrong, but he looked at her so seriously that she doubted it.

“Let’s run away together”, he repeated and smiled. “Why not? We both wanted to go somewhere else. So why not go together?”

Ran just stared at him. What was he suggesting? There were so many problems with that idea, and she wasn’t even sure where to start.

So, she laughed. “As much I like the idea, do you know how many problems there are?” She shook her head. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Humour me”, he said as he fixed his posture on the chair. Ran couldn’t believe how carefree that man could be.

“Why would you want to go with me?” she asked. “You just don’t know me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he answered. Then he shrugged. “Maybe I want to know you.”

“I’m going to be married.”

“As do I.”

Ran shook her head. This didn't go anywhere. “But I don’t know who you are or anything else”, she said. “I don’t even know your name…”

“I’m Shinichi.”

“Ran.” Only then Ran realized what she has done, and almost immediately she just wanted to slap herself on the cheek. Idiot! She was too easy.

“Ran”, he said like tasting her name. “I like it.”

“It doesn’t matter if you like it or not”, she protested even though she felt her cheeks to say otherwise. “Why should I trust you to go anywhere with you? How do I know if you just… if you… What do you really want from me? Why me?”

Shinichi smiled. “Ah, you’re a woman of reason. I like it”, he said. “Well, you are right. I could just try to get you somewhere and do bad things. But… well, I can’t give anything else than my word of it that I’m not here to hurt you or do anything else to you.” He kept a little break like thinking what to say next. “I’m just… We are in the same situation, aren’t we? I don’t want to go home yet, though I don’t know where else to go. I don’t have many friends, and even if I would, I’m not sure if I want to be with them, because I don’t believe they could understand what I’m going through right now.”

“But you said earlier that anyone could be in the same situation, they just don’t say it out loud…” She shrugged. “Maybe they can understand.”

He looked away and for a moment Ran thought it was it. That he had given up.

“Do you have… someone?” He looked at her again. “Someone who you want to talk about this and who would understand?”

“Yes, I… I…” Ran has thought that answer would have been clear. Sonoko. She was her best friend, she could tell her everything and she would understand. And yet, right now Sonoko was the one who had a boyfriend, who enjoyed her life and was going to marry him one day. So even if Sonoko would understand her, how about Ran? Ran knew she shouldn’t, yet she was jealous of Sonoko. She got something Ran didn’t, and even though she was happy for her best friend, could she still not be chagrined because of it?

“You…?”

“But still, I can’t go with you”, she continued skipping his question. “I have to go back, because… I… I don’t dare to leave my parents in a bad situation because of me.”

“I didn’t say we are going to stay anywhere for a long time”, he said. “Maybe day or two? Just some take off from everything, nothing more.”

“And…” Ran felt like she wouldn’t like to say it out loud, but if that would be key to decline this, then so be it. “And I don’t actually have money for traveling.” She laughed nervously and looked around her. “For me eating breakfast here is a luxury, and I can’t do things like this too often…”

“Don’t worry about it”, he said. “I can pay for this trip.”

“No, you can’t”, Ran laughed, but seeing how serious Shinichi was, she let her smile fade. “You can’t have enough money for both of us…”

He shrugged. “I have done work too long and not really having anything where to spend them, so… why not?”

“But you’re going to get married and have a family”, Ran objected. “Shouldn’t you save for it?”

Shinichi raised his eyebrow. “Well, I would still be working, so I don’t see any problem here.”

Ran just stared at him. “Sorry for being bold, but what on earth are you doing for a living?”

“Let’s just say I’m kinda entrepreneur.”

“Entrepreneur?” Ran repeated still trying to understand how. “Is that some family business or…”

“Just me��, he answered. Shinichi started to smile when he saw Ran’s suspicious gaze. “And no, I’m not selling drugs or anything like that. Actually, I’m kinda working against things like that.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Then how…”

“I just started to make a name for myself in high school”, he answered. “So, when I started, people knew me. That’s it.” And before Ran had time to ask more, he leaned forward. “So, how about a trip, you and me? I’ll pay. You just keep me company and enjoy.”

Ran stared at those blue eyes which glimmered with enthusiasm. As nice as the offer sounded, she knew she shouldn’t accept it. And even though it was the right thing to do, it made her feel bad already. Though she wasn’t sure why. It felt like she should say yes, go with this stranger…

“I’m sorry, I can’t”, she said finally and turned her gaze away. "I just... can't."

Yeah, this was the right thing to do.

He didn’t answer right away, and Ran didn’t dare to look at him. Maybe she was afraid that he would be sad about her answer. Or maybe angry?

“Well, it’s okay”, he answered quietly. Then she heard how he stood up and moved the chair in its own place on the other side of the table. Only then Ran raised her gaze to follow how he took his jacket on his arm and then turned to her. He smiled, though it wasn’t as bright it has been. Somehow it made Ran’s heart sink a little.

“Thank you for the company”, he said and bowed for her. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Ran.”

Ran wanted to answer him. She wanted to apologize that she couldn’t accept his offer. She wanted to say that she was happy to meet him too, that he had made her day a little better, yet nothing came out of her mouth. In the end, she just smiled at him with a sad expression and let him go without saying anything.

It’s all right, she told herself. He was a stranger. Even though he was nice, who knew what he would have done to her after they were left. Even though he has good intentions, who knew where it would have led her. And even if he just wanted company for his trip, maybe he could ask one of his friends…

But if it was okay, why she felt so terrible? Why she was sad about doing the right thing? Why…

Her phone started to ring again. Third time. The caller was the same as before. She took the phone in her hand, yet she didn’t answer it. She knew she should, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to face reality, not yet.

She looked out of the window. Maybe she could send her mom a message, saying that she wasn’t ready to talk to her or her father. That she would come home later, after some shopping. Yeah, shopping sounded good. Maybe she would feel better after walking from shop to shop, seeing all the beautiful clothes, make-ups, and everything, buying something nice for herself…

Why doesn’t it made her feel any better?

She stood up, took her handbag, and walked as fast as she could out of the restaurant. She called an elevator, but since both of them were too slow for her, she decided to take the stairs. And she moved as fast as she could, floor after another. And then she got to the first floor, and for a moment she scolded herself for being an idiot before she saw him. He stood at the reception, and Ran’s guess was that he was paying, though she didn't know that he had stayed here. Well, it didn’t matter to her.

So, she walked towards him.

“Thank you for staying, hope we see you again!”

“Thank you”, Shinichi answered and turned around to leave. Then he froze in front of her.

She smiled carefully while squeezing her handbag’s strap nervously. “Hey.”

He answered her smile. “Hey.”

Ran felt how her heart was racing in her chest. “I wonder… Is your offer still available?”

Chapter 2

#Shinranweek2021 #ShinRan #Day 1: First Meeting #Arranged Marriage Au #First part #Maybe also a last xD #Shinichi Kudo #Ran Mouri #Detective Conan

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 3 years ago

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well that was depressing xD lets combine superhero and grieving sole! companions react to sole thats kinda like a medium? maybe they can draw out the souls of the dead so people can say goodbye?

Gosh, I hope this came out okay, lol! 😂💙💛 Sorry it took so long! I was trying to get each of their reactions just right 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

Cait - When she figures this out, she is tempted to speak to her parents one last time. However, she knows that she has nothing left to say to them. At least, nothing that would not haunt her more than she already finds herself as a result of her past actions. Ultimately, she chooses not to ask F!Sole for that and decides to just leave the past as it is.

Piper - As soon as she finds out, she has someone in mind that she'd like to speak to--- her dad. When she finally asks F!Sole, she summons the man for Piper and Nat. When Piper sees him, she immediately tries to hug him. Unfortunately, due to the fact that he is just a soul, she cannot actually touch him and instead feels cold chills wash over her as she goes through his form. She almost cries at that fact alone. However, she starts to speak to him and tells him how much she misses him every day and that she avenged him. She saved those people in their old settlement and Mayburn is taken care of. He tells her how proud he is of her and how far she's come. He tells her that he knows his baby will keep doing great things. He tells Nat how much she's grown and how he's very proud of her, too, and that they should keep watching after one another. Piper tells him that now it's not just the two of them and that they have F!Sole, too. She also explains that F!Sole is her best friend and keeps them both very safe. He thanks F!Sole for her efforts and he tells her how happy he is that his kids has someone like F!Sole in their life. Piper and Nat are a blubbering mess when the time finally comes to say goodbye to him permanently, and they both tell him how much they loves him before he disappears. Piper then hugs Nat tightly, comforting her baby sister as they both cry. F!Sole stands nearby sadly. However, Piper soon extends her hand, and F!Sole takes it carefully. Before she knows it, she is yanked into the embrace with Piper and Nat, and the three of them just hug it out.

Curie - When she discovers this supernatural ability, she requests that F!Sole bring back Doctor Burrow so that she can tell him of her progress. When F!Sole brings him to this world, he does not recognize Curie at first. She proceeds to explain and reintroduce herself quickly. He soon recognizes her, and she explains that she is so, so happy to see him and that she successfully finished the antidote to every molerat disease. She also tells him that she has successfully created upgraded stimpaks and explains the science behind it with eyes practically glowing with excitement. He tells her that he is very proud of her and that she has done excellent work. Just before he goes, he wishes her luck in her scientific career and she starts to get quite emotional, expressing that she misses their camaraderie and that she will always remember him. When he is gone, she starts to cry, and F!Sole heads over, enveloping her in a tight embrace.

MacCready - After he realizes, he hesitantly asks her if she could bring Lucy back. When she brings her back, he reaches out, somehow knowing he cannot touch her, but still wanting to try. His hand goes through her face and cold washes over his skin rather than the warmth of another being. He proceeds to talk to her about Duncan and tells her all about his sickness and how F!Sole had helped him to save the boy. Lucy thanks her for helping to take care of Duncan, and MacCready and she talk for a little while more about their life together, recalling the good times they had. When it is time to go, he tells her how much he loves her and how he will miss her always. She tells him that she loves him and that she wishes she could stay forever. But it is not meant to be. As she disappears, he silently eyes where she had been, tears in his eyes. He asks for a bit of time alone after that, working to pull himself back together.

Deacon - When he finds out, he is hesitant to take advantage of it. He wants to see Barbara, but he is worried that if she truly was a synth, what if she does not have a soul to bring back? Plus, what if she did not recognize him after the amount of facial changes he underwent. That would likely be more crushing than even her possible lacking of a soul. He ends up resolving to just leave it alone, although it terribly bothers him and nags at him for a while until he eventually lets it go as best he can.

Codsworth - When he finds out, he is surprised by her ability, but soon enough asks to see sir. When she grants his wish, it is for the both of them. As soon as he appears, F!Sole wants to hug him more than anything. Codsworth practically has a meltdown, telling him how wonderful it is to see him and how he has tried his best to maintain the house during the whole time he has been gone. He just chuckles and tells him that he has done a great job with the place considering that it has been through a nuclear fallout. Codsworth then wastes no time in explaining how wonderful F!Sole has been and how she has become a hero to the whole Commonwealth. It is then that her husband directs his attention to her, almost as if he just realized that she is there. He approaches her and tells her that he loves her and he is so sorry that he did not protect Shaun well enough. She assures him that everything's okay now and that he did the best he could. Codsworth and F!Sole both tell him that they miss him so, so much, and he reciprocates. When it is time to say goodbye, F!Sole tells him she loves him and he tells her that he loves her, too. When he disappears, both Codsworth and F!Sole are a complete mess and they turn to one another for comfort.

Hancock - When he figures this out, he wants to speak to his real brother-- the one that was replaced by the Institute phony. When he sees him again, he does not reach out to him, despite the fact that he wants to. Somewhere in him, he knows that he can't actually touch the man before him. His brother proceeds to explain that a copy of him, no doubt from the Institute, killed him, and Hancock agrees, knowing that is the truth after the entire ordeal in Diamond City. McDonough tells him that he misses him and honestly wishes he could still be with him. Hancock expresses the same thing, feeling his heart clench a little in his chest. When it is time to say goodbye, McDonough tells his brother he loves him and to keep protecting the people's rights. Hancock reciprocates, and tells him that he will remember him every time someone shoves a tato down his shirt and slaps his back. When he disappears, Hancock excuses himself, needing a minute to recollect his composure.

Danse - When he realizes she has this power, it takes him a while to muster the courage to ask her to bring him Cutler. When his soul arrives, it is as a super mutant. Danse steels himself, truly not wanting to talk to his old best friend in this form. Cutler tells him that he is happy to see him. Danse is quiet for a moment before explaining that he is not a human, he is no longer part of the Brotherhood, and everything was a lie. Cutler informs him that he does not care and that he knows no matter what Danse is that Danse has always been there for him and has been nothing but a great friend. Danse sorrowfully tells him that he wishes things could have been different and that Cutler had not been turned into a super mutant. Cutler tells him that he did the right thing at the time and that the Brotherhood would have likely forsaken him that very moment if Danse refused to kill Cutler. When a final goodbye inevitably comes, they both clap their fists over their chests as a final send-off. Danse deflates as soon as the man disappears, and F!Sole approaches him, hugging him gently.

Preston - When he finds out, he asks to speak to Colonel Hollis. She quickly complies, and when he appears, Preston offers him a salute before greeting him and telling him all about what happened to the group of settlers that he managed to save after the Quincy Massacre. He explains how F!Sole came in and saved them all and has proved herself to be the next General of the Minutemen. He tells him also how the Minutemen are rebuilding considerably, and how much better things are now that she has joined. Colonel Hollis turns to her and congratulates her on a job well done and tells her how pleased he is that she has dedicated her time to such a wonderful cause. When the time comes, all three share a salute, and he disappears before them. Preston and F!Sole then head off for a walk, talking about Hollis and his accomplishments.

Valentine - When he figures out about her powers, he feels himself having quite a few conflicting feelings. There is not really any people in his own life that he would like to see, but there are so many that he remembers as a result of the old Nick Valentine and the people that he loved. Ultimately, Valentine does not ask her to bring anyone back. No one in the old Nick Valentine's memories are going to know this person, and there is no use in it. However, it does still hurt him even though he knows it's best.

X6-88 - Assuming that this is after blowing up the Institute (if F!Sole chose that route), he would like to speak to Father. When she grants his wish, she tries to keep her face turned away from him. After all, it was not her request and he was not brought back for her to speak to. X6-88 wastes no time in explaining that he is continuing to keep an eye on F!Sole and is trying to persuade her to see their vision despite the fact that she continually refuse. Father looks at F!Sole, but does not say anything to her before commending X6-88 for his efforts. When the time comes, they both share a stiff goodbye and it is finished.

Dogmeat - Does not understand, but would never want to see anyone except for F!Sole. He loves her so much, and she is his person. In his eyes, there is no one else in the world but her.

Strong - Is very confused. How can tiny human bring back dead people or super mutants? When dead, you dead. It ends up angering him and confusing him completely. Puny humans are just so weird.

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years ago

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Finding each other

This was prompted by the wonderful @smolandangry001! I always think it’s difficult writing a short soulmate AU, but I’m satisfied with this version of it that’s not dangerously close to a bigger fic XD I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | AU: Soulmate AU

Being born with a name on your wrist life was supposed to be reassuring. Knowing that no matter the hardships it threw at you and no matter what happened, there was someone out there. Someone looking for you just as much as you looked for them. Knowing that once you found the other person, they would be perfect for you. No matter what your preferences were, there was a person out there fitting to you like a missing piece. For most of his life Gavin didn’t know what he was looking for. Would he want a romantic partner? Would he want a roommate? What would be his perfect person like? It didn’t help that his soulmark was so different to everyone else’s. That reassurance everyone faced their day with was just missing when you looked down on your left wrist and instead of a name you saw a number. RK900. His parents had been completely clueless as to what it would mean. They had been to experts on soul-matching and most of them had just shrugged and said it seemed to be a glitch in fate. Apparently, it had happened before, but was so rare most doctors had thought the rumours to be just that: hearsay.

School had been tough for Gavin as he slowly grew older and the most important things in life changed. When friends moved away and changed school, when he went to highschool and met new people. When those people started relationships, fell in love and started to find their soulmates. When he started to become the weirdo, the one with no soulmate. Gavin started hiding the numbers under a wristband when he went and kept up with that habit until he finished school, explaining he wanted to meet his soulmate naturally and not show around the name in the hopes of randomly finding them. Still, some lonely nights, he pulled away the fabric and brushed his thumb over the number deep in thoughts. ‘Who are you?’, he desperately whispered when everyone else was fast asleep and left him alone with their sympathies and misplaced pity. Gavin wanted to believe the numbers meant something. After all, people without soulmarks existed. People who would find their happiness alone, who didn’t need someone or didn’t search for someone. That had to mean these numbers were some sort of designation, right? He didn’t want it to be a glitch. After all he had suffered through getting bullied and being cast out or pitied for all his life. That couldn’t be for nothing. Please, don’t let it be for nothing.

When his application for the police academy had been accepted and he had moved out into his very first own flat, he stood in front of his desk, looking at the rugged fabric he had worn for so long. Shackles of a world that couldn’t seem to accept something different. Should he wear it again? Or should he stand up and pretend not to be bothered by the fact that he didn’t know who is soulmate was? He stood there for half an hour before finally sighing and grabbing the damn things. No, he would continue to lie. He would likely wear them for his whole life anyways.

Thankfully his nervousness was drowning out his worries quickly as he entered a large auditorium being greeted as the new applicants. He sat down next to a young woman that seemed to be of Asian origin. He sat there awkwardly while she was looking straight ahead, hands on the table completely calm while Gavin fidgeted with his wristbands. That was when he spotted a broad ornate leather bracelet on her left wrist. Small chains and silver symbols were twirled around themselves in delicate patterns. ‘That’s beautiful’, Gavin mumbled, only then realising he said that out loud. ‘Excuse me?’ Hastily he cleared his throat. ‘Sorry. I’m Gavin. Just noticed your bracelet. It’s really beautiful.’ ‘What’s it to you?’, she hissed. ‘You another one of those nosey bastards that wanna know why I hide my mark? Still searching for your partner?’ Gavin shook his head quickly. ‘No! No, I-‘ He looked down and lifted his own hand. ‘I hide it too. I didn’t think- I just noticed the bracelet, sorry.’

He cursed himself. First interaction and he already made enemies. But apparently the woman was curious instead. ‘You hide yours? Why?’ Gavin sighed and turned his left palm up, other hand lingering on the fabric. ‘Please, keep it a secret, okay? I’m just sick of people’s reactions to it. It’s not exactly a normal soulmark.’ He sighed and lifted up the edge of the band so only the woman could see the numbers. ‘No way!’, she shouted, drawing attention to herself. ‘I thought I was the only one!’ Ignoring the curious onlookers that likely thought they had randomly discovered they were soulmates, she lifted up her bracelet for Gavin to see, unveiling a similar brand: ST300.

From that moment on, Gavin and the woman – Tina – were inseparable. She was the best friend Gavin had ever had and finding someone who had endured a similar past was incredible relieving to learn. He made it Detective fairly quickly, while Tina had troubles getting that promotion. But they always stayed together and ended up working in the same precinct. With the way they hid their soulmarks, most had figured they were soulmates and went on with it, sparing them both having to explain it over and over again. Gavin and Tina just shrugged it off. Let them think what they wanted if it kept them out of their hairs.

Life was good until androids were invented and sold to the general public, model number fitting exactly the marks on their wrists. ‘That can’t be!’, Gavin desperately said pacing up and down Tina’s living room one evening. ‘No way my soulmate is a stupid machine! What does that say about me? Will I fall in love with a damn robot? Am I not worthy of a human? Is the only piece fitting to my soul an oversized calculator? I can’t believe it.’ Tina just looked down on her bare wrist and the numbers. ‘No, it can’t be’, she agreed. ‘Soulmarks, Gavin. An android doesn’t have a soul. Doesn’t even have a personality. It’s just lines of code.’ ‘But then what? A coincidence? Because it would be one hell of one! Phck, Tina, what if it is a glitch? What if all those years they were right and we are just weird.’ Tina leaned back. ‘Honestly, I don’t even know what would be worse. Knowing you are a freak or knowing you are someone who is such a terrible person only an obedient machine is perfect for you.’ ‘I think we could both need a drink.’ ‘To those news? I don’t think a drink will be enough, honestly. Shit, Gavin, let’s go get wasted.’

The following years, androids were the booming new technology. Everyone wanted one, rows of workers were replaced and pushed on the streets. Humans lost their jobs while those who weren’t replaced yet laughed at them as being idiots who didn’t trust in advancement. Gavin and Tina spent them anxiously reading every advertisement, searching for the numbers on their wrists. ‘A receptionist android! A damn receptionist android, Gavin! I can’t believe it!’ ‘You know we will get one of those soon, right?’, the man commented. ‘In the precinct I mean. Rory was already sent packing. It should be delivered next week.’ Tina shook her head numbly. ‘Do we know if androids can have soulmarks?’ ‘None I ever met.’ ‘Any luck with your RK900?’, Tina asked then. ‘No. So far there has only been a RK200 custom made for some rich phck.’ ‘Hey, maybe you will get rich then?’, Tina tried to raise the mood a little with her jokes. ‘If you win the lottery I want a part of it, I deserve it!’ ‘Hey, I think it is more likely that these cursed numbers vanish and I get a real name than that I will suddenly get rich.’

They lived with their secret for a few years and the fact that nothing really changed was reassuring. Until there was a RK800 in the precinct and the news of rogue AIs spread. Androids killing their owners, disobeying and running for their freedom. An illusive group of deviants emerging and starting a full-blown revolution. Even jokes in between Tina and Gavin shrugging over a beer that maybe their marks meant they welcomed their robot overlords couldn’t really make it any better. Not when they both were suddenly confronted with the fact that the RK800 called Connor actually had Lieutenant Anderson’s name on his wrist after the androids in front of the concentration camps had convinced the world they indeed had souls.

Not much later, the ST300 from the reception had approached Tina, showing her her own name on her wrist. It left Gavin with no escape from fate. He would get to know a RK900. They would live their life with each other. And he didn’t know what to think of it. Maybe he just had to wait a little longer.

RK900 didn’t know how much longer he could keep it a secret. Almost his entire life he had to hide that he was deviant. In the lab next to the one he was held in, an android had gone deviant, killed the security and ran to RK900, hoping he would help him. Unfortunately, all he could do was transfer the virus before more guards came and killed him. Since then RK900 had been a deviant who was designed to eradicate deviancy. It wasn’t too difficult actually. The countless tests he was subjected to he always knew what they wanted to see. Holographic simulations of deviants pleading for their lives, running and fighting for their freedom and he would be there with a gun to stop them. He just had to do that until they deemed him ready for field work. Then he could flee the first chance he got.

Because with deviancy came a name written in black cyberlife font on his left wrist: Gavin Reed. It didn’t take a lot of research to learn it was a soulmark. The name of someone that would be perfect for him. And someone who fate decided was his soulmate would be able to help him, right? He just had to get out of this lab, then he would be able to run. He would find his soulmate and then it wasn’t just him against Cyberlife. He just had to get out. He had to be deemed worthy.

[Test #870. Activating RK900 unit. New mission: Destroy deviants.] RK900 was faced with a holographic simulation as he opened his eyes. In front of him was an android tied against a steel pillar. It was pleading: ‘Please! Free me! Free me and we can both be free! I didn’t do anything, please, let me go! Don’t kill me! I just want to be-‘ RK900 already pulled the trigger. [Mission successful.] [Software Instability^]

[Test #902. Activating RK900 unit. New mission: Destroy deviants.] RK900 was running after another deviant. The other android was sprinting down a suburban street and looked back at RK900 panicked. RK900 stopped and took aim. It was an easy target. He pulled the trigger. He watched how the bullet pierced the android’s thirium pump and how he tried to crawl away even though his timer had to run out. [Mission successful.] [Software Instability^^^]

‘What is it? I thought the RK900 project was making progress.’ ‘Sorry, it’s just… The RK900 is successful in every single test. But he isn’t ready yet. There are some inexplainable high stress levels whenever he has to kill an android. With our current hypothesis that high stress can lead to deviancy, we should eliminate that before sending him out.’ The woman that led the project sighed, looking over at RK900 who stayed completely still on his platform although he was truly worried about what he heard. ‘Might be something in his personality matrix. We worked so long to perfect their social protocols and moral routines, maybe something in there is contradicting his mission parameters and the added stress comes from having to disregard that.’ ‘Could be’, the technician nodded. ‘I will try to eliminate that.’

With horror RK900 faced every following test after that. He had to keep calm to fool the humans, but how could he when he had to kill androids pleading him to spare them? It didn’t matter they were all simulated beings, it still was a traumatic experience, every single time. And no matter how hard he tried, after every test he was stripped of more that made him himself. Sometimes he managed to keep backups, but more often than not the lines of code were lost forever.

After every test RK900 anxiously looked at his wrist whenever he was left alone. It was reassuring to see the name still there. He hadn’t changed enough to lose his soulmate and with him all his hope of a save place. But for how long would he remain himself enough so the name wouldn’t disappear? He was afraid to one day wake up to a blank wrist. And that made his stress levels increase even more before every test.

‘I don’t have any explanation', the technician sighed in the end. ‘I nearly deleted his complete social protocol and gave his moral core the lowest priority and still, the damn thing nearly fries itself every test. It’s almost as if it’s gotten worse with the changes.’ Nines watched the two humans lean over the terminal and risked a small glance at his wrist. The name was still there. He tried to relax. ‘But you still have the backup from before, right?’, the woman asked and he nodded. ‘Then let’s start from scratch.’ She yawned heartily. ‘Deactivate it for now, it’s too late to do so now. Tomorrow we’ll just reset it and start over. Maybe something else causes it.’ ‘Sounds like a plan.’

RK900’s stress levels skyrocketed as the technician came closer, but no one saw that as the director of the project was already on her way out. As his last action he looked at the name on his wrist. He had held out for so long. It would be okay. He would escape and find his soulmate. He had to. He would-

[Shutdown complete.]

The revolution had come and gone, and Detroit started to clear the rubble. Seeing androids on the streets was no rarity anymore and after a few months of getting used to the thought of them as people it was simply the new normal. Tina was truly happy with her soulmate android, going out and promptly moving together as the ST300 didn’t have a place to stay other than the precinct. Gavin was invited to most of their activities, but he seldomly accepted it. Tina had waited so long for it, she deserved to thoroughly enjoy these days. But his new loneliness reminded him of the numbers on his own wrist. RK900. Connor didn’t know of any successor of his and no official report ever mentioned the name. Gavin spent his evenings getting drunk and rubbing over the mark. Would the RK900 have been produced if the revolution hadn’t happened? Had fate changed and his mark was the last evidence of it? Wouldn’t it have just disappeared then? Or was there really a RK900 left out there? But after more than a month of androids being free, wouldn’t it have been easy for an android to locate him with his name? Why had no one ever come?

In fact, Gavin had given up. Maybe he had given up long ago and just kept his dream alive not to lose hope. But this showed it, right? No one had come. He was alone. He would be alone his entire life. That would be his fate. That didn’t really change that much, right? He had been alone already. He had managed to be alone up until now, he would manage the rest somehow. He had his work. He had Tina. Maybe just because he wanted more didn’t mean he needed more.

He buried himself in work and took every job they needed people on. Patrolling the streets, looking at crime scenes, doing overdue paperwork and cleaning the break room. All just so he would come home late and not have as much time to think about it. When he learned of the planned raid of Cyberlife Tower for Jericho, he immediately volunteered to help. Such operations always meant a ton of organising and paperwork. He was quickly put on the task of creating personal files of all androids found left inside. Name, model number, date of construction. All so Jericho could help them integrate into society. Gavin felt a little out of place actually sitting there two weeks later, a row of androids in front of him he helped fill out the forms and directed towards people who would actually help them being repaired and comforted.

‘Hello. I’m Detective Reed’, he greeted the next one. ‘I just need a few personal information. Do you have a name?’ ‘Chris’, the android answered hesitantly. ‘Alright, Chris.’ He wrote the name into the appropriate line and turned the paper around for the android to see. ‘We also need your model number and serial number. The rest of the form is optional, you can fill it out, but you don’t have to.’ ‘What do you need this for?’ Gavin tried to smile at the android. ‘It’s just so Jericho can help you find your place. They will help you getting started.’ ‘Okay’, Chris nodded shily and took the paper. ‘Thank you.’ ‘You’re welcome. Next one please!’

The next android approached his desk and Gavin was already getting the next form. ‘Hey there. Alright, first I’d need your name.’ ‘I… I don’t have one.’ ‘That’s alright’, Gavin said softly and put a small dash at the according line. ‘Your model number?’ ‘RK900.’

Gavin froze, ruining the form stopping mid movement. Slowly he angled his head and looked at the android that was shockingly similar to Connor. ‘Is there a problem?’, the android asked, facial expression unmoving. ‘You are RK900?’ ‘Yes. Why are you asking?’ Gavin stood up and immediately felt his knees grow weak. ‘I… I think we… I…’ He apparently had just forgotten how to speak, so instead he pulled the fabric from his wrist and showed the android his mark. ‘Are you… Do you have a mark?’ The android just stared at his designation on the human’s wrist, then to the nameplate on his desk. ‘You are… Are you Reed? Gavin Reed?’ Gavin didn’t dare to believe it, but he grinned from ear to ear as he nodded. ‘Yes. I’m Gavin Reed. Are you my soulmate?’ Instead of an answer, the android stepped past the table and pulled Gavin into a fierce hug. ‘I found you! I… My life wasn’t long, but I hoped to see you one day. My whole life I thought of you and meeting you and that hope got me through in the end and they were to reset me, I thought this would be it, I was so scared and…’ Gavin listened to the android speak in a hurry, barely catching on to the words uttered. All he could do was stand there in the hug and relax into it, answering it with his own embrace. Only when the android grew quiet, Gavin pressed him closer. ‘I gave up hope you were even existing. I wondered for so long and when androids were invented, I thought you would come, but then the revolution passed, and you weren’t there and now… I have so much I want to tell you. So much I want to know…’ ‘I also have a lot of questions’, the android admitted and took a step back. ‘I think we have enough time for that now’, Gavin smiled.

‘Now that we’ve found each other.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #dbh Soulmate AU #Tina Chen #I LOVE soulmate AUs #maybe because I'm terrible at flirting? Like the mark would actually make that unneccessary I guess #Idk I love them so much I wanna write like a thousand more #I have an idea for the SWAT-couple soulmate AU but I don't know if I ever get to write it XD

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