#i prefer reading on ao3 so linked there if crossposted

[vicioux]

ICHIHIME FIC RECS

i can't believe i've been reading ichihime fanfics for literally 10 years ✌️ my favorite flavor is definitely pining with a touch of angst, but i am also a sucker for just them giggly all over each other! thank you bleach TYBW anime revival for bringing me back to these two cutie patooties and an even bigger thank you to all the writers that have been keeping the fandom alive all these years (especially in the earlier days back in the wild wild west of ff.net and LJ lol) y'all are amazing 💖 happy reading everyone p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here

🍓 alternate universe 🍞

THE BRIDE OF THE DEATH GOD by caledon A plague descended upon the village, and to appease the God of Death they offered him a bride as a sacrifice.

THE DEVIL'S PLAYTHING by marshmallowbirb High-schooler Kurosaki Ichigo discovers that he isn't as human as he once thought - and neither is his classmate, Inoue Orihime.

THE RELUCTANT BRIDEGROOM, DEATH by marshmallowbirb On a sunny summer morning, the young goddess Orihime gathers flowers on a hillside.

STARCROSS'D by child of the ashes In the vampire palace of Los Noches, there is no greater curse than beauty, and no greater crime than love.

NEXT VISIT by aurona x She can see him only with autumn comes, that man of the deep blue tree. And over the years, her love for him grows.

MOTHERHOOD by ashe flyght Orihime's family is financially unstable. So when Japan's most in demand actor, Kurosaki Ichigo offers her an unusual job will she accept it?

FINE LINES by lastlynotleast Ichigo is a tattoo artist and Orihime has skin he could draw on forever.

🍓 multichapter 🍞

THE BOND BETWEEN US by ritsu-san Post Ch. 352: Ichigo and Orihime are left to figure out this strange bond they share.

TIL DEATH DO US PART by marshmallowbirb Deemed too powerful, Ichigo is sequestered in Soul Society after defeating Aizen. Ten years later, one of his human friends dies.

THE CLOCKWORK SWITCH by sesamerolls (1 // 2 // 3) “Kurosaki-kun?” She wanted to bite back her words. This person couldn’t be him. He was a few inches taller, broader, and manlier than the youth who gave her daifuku just minutes before.

🍓 oneshots that will make you feeeeel 🍞

DEMAGNETIZE by ghosty If opposites attract, then what does that mean for us?

TACTILE by mrhooty Orihime has accepted that her boundaries will never be respected, but Ichigo is too good of a friend to allow that.

AFFIRMATION by sesamerolls Ichihime from the beginning to the end.

HOME IS WHERE THE SUN SETS by awkwardspaceturtle Using the word ‘beautiful’ didn’t seem like enough; nothing he could ever say out loud would tell her how she really looked in his eyes.

BUILD A HOUSE IN PARADISE by zabiume Ichigo and Orihime move in together.

PAPER HOUSES by zabiume Mostly, he just wanted to know if she was okay, if she was eating well and passing her courses and if, when she went to bed at night, she had someone to smile about.

PROMPTFILL by zabiume Truth serum induced angst.

PROMPTFILL by captainrukias-husband Ichigo writes a poem for Orihime.

TEMPTARE BEAST by mayelisa As Orihime watched in horror as Ichigo took on that form again, she had a sinking feeling that this day wouldn't turn out at all like she had planned.

MEMORIES IN THE RAIN by garden of magnolias If I were the rain, could I connect with someone's heart, as the rain can unite the eternally separated earth and sky?

ALWAYS SUMMER by folle Orihime is calling, calling, and Ichigo doesn't know how to not answer, except in the most important way.

BECOMING WHOLE by lovelycollision He loves her in various ways, during different stages of his life. It's after the war when he realizes that he's in the third stage, otherwise known as the beginning.

🍓 outside POV looking in 🍞

ELEVATING by sesamerolls “Okay, let’s theoretically agree Ichi-nii has a girlfriend,” said Karin, resting her palm underneath her chin.

SIMPLY BY MEASUREMENT by sesamerolls When it first began, he pretended not to notice.

PROMPTFILL by scribblles Ichigo screwed up his befuddlement into a distinctly grumpy expression. “For your information, I wasn’t daydreaming, I was thinking. Worrying, actually. And it’s about a friend. Who… happens to be a girl.”

🍓 funny fluffy oneshots 🍞

OF MICE AND MEN by garden of magnolias Ichigo realizes that getting rid of a mouse in his and Orihime's apartment is a lot more complicated when it involves his girlfriend.

I REJECT! by scribblles Keigo has a rare moment of inadvertent correctness.

RUMOUR HAS IT by fictionaryplace Ichigo and Orihime have important news, but decide to have a little fun with their friends and family before coming clean.

DELAYED REACTION by crystal dawn Orihime is feeling under the weather. Against his better judgment, Ichigo suggests she visit his father's clinic.

ICED FRAPPUCCINO by hedonysms Ichigo and Orihime get a coffee. Ichigo is simultaneously an emotional sap and a horny, utterly repressed man.

STARTING FRESH by kay sincere Ichigo doesn't have a resolution for the new year himself. But it does come to his attention that his friends could use his help.

NOSEBLEED by deathberryhime Where that little smile would have done more damage than intended to.

OUR BREATHS IN PERFECT HARMONY by iwillhaveamoonbase When Ichigo's friend talks about a cute girl at a bakery, Ichigo agrees to introduce them with no idea that the girl in question is his girlfriend.

WELL WISHERS by adverb_slut It turns out that shinigami are not so great at gift-buying, especially for a four-week-old baby.

THE ART OF SHIPPING by alice hattercandy In which, everyone ships. Even Ichigo.

🍓 anything and everything by these authors 🍞

SESAMEROLLS CAPTAINRUKIAS-HUSBAND ZABIUME (tumblr // ao3) SCRIBBLLES CRYSTALDAWN / MARSHMALLOWBIRB (ffnet // ao3) ORIHIMES RITSU-SAN (more on their LJ sunburnt-wings) TRAGICOMEDY (more on their LJ explicates)

[imagineaspen]

Below the cut is a short one-shot written for the prompt: Constellation

This is meant to take place about midway through Twilight Princess (i.e. after zelda's sacrifice)

“Why do you spend so much time looking at the sky?”

Link, lying with his back in the sand, turned to her with surprise in his eyes.

“Is that a serious question?”

Midna winced.  Weeks ago, it would not have been; would have been the start of a quip, to berate him for wasting time, or for losing on sleep when he needed to be fully alert to find the Fused Shadows for her.  But now… she did not know if it was only the influence of Princess Zelda on her, but she wanted to try.  She wanted to know him, to understand him.

“Yes,” she said quietly.

Link rolled back to face skyward, letting out a peaceful sigh. 

“Not the sky,” he said.  “The stars.”

She looked up at the twinkling lights shining against the black of the night sky.  She’d never seen stars in the Twilight Realm;  its sky was always the same half-darkness of twilight, too light for stars.  The first time she had seen the stars in the Light World’s sky, she had thought them an ugly distraction, like thousands of tiny eyes following her everywhere she went.

“We’ve come all the way to the Gerudo Desert,” Link continued.  “The farthest I’ve ever been from Ordon Village. But I can see the same stars.”

“How can you know that?” she retorted.  “They all look the same.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, her face warmed in shame.  She was trying to be better, but she kept reaching for this rudeness and hostility.  Link, however, only chuckled.

“Not true,” he said.  “There are shapes in the stars, if you know where to look.”  

She frowned, looking at the sky and seeing nothing.   “Show me,” she ordered.

Link glanced at her again, before gesturing next to him.  She floated next to him, then positioned herself to lie at his side (hovering just a bit above the ground, of course.  She did not want to get sand in her hair).

“Alright,” he said.  He seemed to think for a moment, then pointed at something in the sky.  “See that star, there?  The one that’s sort of blue?”

Midna squinted, trying to look where he pointed.  “Maybe,” she said.

“Alright, so, if you follow up from that star, you can kind of make a line, see? And if you go right, to that small star there, then down, diagonally…”  He continued like this, tracing lines in the sky while Midna tried her hardest to follow, eventually ending at the same blue star they’d started on. 

“Then it kind of looks like a woman wearing a dress,” Link finished.

 “What? No, it doesn’t.”

Link snorted.  “You need to be more open minded,” he said.  “Anyway, it’s meant to be a goddess called Hylia.”

“Like the lake?”

Link shrugged.  “I guess so. I was never very religious.”

Midna continued to look at the stars.  Nothing about what Link had pointed out for her looked like a woman.  It looked more like a pair of triangles.

No, something whispered within her.  Look harder.  (Were they her own thoughts, that she heard sometimes in her mind, or Zelda’s?  She was finding it harder and harder to tell.)

“I see it,” she said finally.  “Sort of.”

“Now start from that star,” Link said, pointing to another one.  “And go left…”

He continued, showing her shape after shape in the sky. 

A giant whale, apparently a Zora god.

Death Mountain, spewing out a cloud of smoke and lava.

A hero of old, bow trained on an ancient entity remembered only as the Demon King.

A majestic ram, the light spirit Ordona.

So many shapes, and so many stories.  Midna had been wrong – the stars were pretty.

“And that one,” said Link, “is a cucco.”

“You just made that up!”

He laughed.  “Maybe,” he said.  “But it could be, couldn’t it?”

Midna smiled despite herself.  “How do you know all this?”

“Rusl taught them to me when I was a child,” he said.  “He used to say that no matter how far you are from someone, as long as you can see the same stars, you aren’t truly apart.  I like to imagine him looking up at these same stars, right now.  Him, or Colin, or Ilia…”  He sighed.  “That’s why I look at the sky.”

Midna was quiet for a moment.  Link’s eyes shuttered, and she realized, with a twisting in her stomach, that he was waiting for her to make fun of him.   She inched closer, then placed a hand on his arm.

“I think… that’s a beautiful thought, Link,” she said.

He turned to her, now grinning.  He looked younger when he smiled, boyish.  Midna hated herself once again for dragging him into what should have been her problem to solve. 

“I still haven’t shown you my favourite one,” he said.  He guided her once again, tracing a new shape in the sky.  “Can you guess what it is?”

How could anyone guess what any of these are?  She stopped herself from saying it out loud.  You are trying, she thought sternly, to be better than that.

Some kind of animal, she decided as she squinted at the sky.  Four legs, and a line of stars that could have been a sweeping tail.   She gasped.

“It’s a wolf,” she said.

Link chuckled.  “Actually, it’s a horse,” he said, then tilted his head.  “It kind of looks like a wolf, though, doesn’t it?”

“That doesn’t look anything like a horse,” Midna argued. “I say it’s a wolf.”

“Look at that group of stars just above its back,” Link said.  “As a kid, I always thought that looked like someone riding the horse.” 

“I guess so,” she said.

“If it’s a wolf,” Link continued, “that could be you and me.”

She glanced to him, at the content look at his face, and decided that she quite liked the idea.

***

There were no stars in the Twilight Realm.  So Midna made her own.

She drew them with paint on her ceiling.   

When her chambermaid came into the room to clean, she looked to the mess Midna was making and brought a hand to her chest in shock.

“My Queen,” she said, aghast.  “Whatever are you doing?”

“Redecorating,” Midna said, her hands and clothes covered in white and yellow paint.

“Redecorating… by putting random dots all over the ceiling?”

“They aren’t random,” Midna said proudly.  “They make a wolf.  Look, I’ll show you.”

That night, and for many nights after, Midna lay in bed, looking up at her makeshift stars, and wondered.  

She wondered whether somewhere far away, though broken mirrors and across realms, someone else was looking at the same stars and missing her too.    

[nifexchange24]

Announcing: The Nirvana in Fire Fanwork Exchange 2024

Sign-ups — 1st-14th Oct

Prompt claiming — 17th-21st Oct

Assignments — 24th Oct

Check-in — 1st-5th Dec

Deadline — 21st Dec

Gift reveals — 25th Dec

Creator reveals — 31st Dec

The Nirvana in Fire Fanwork Exchange is an event for anyone who's a fan of the show Nirvana in Fire, its sequel series The Wind Blows in Changlin, the novel, manhua, audio drama and any other associated media I've forgotten.

It takes the form of an anonymous fanwork gift exchange: gifters will be matched with recipients based on prompts submitted by participants during sign-up. All participants will create a gift and receive one.

The event is open to all types of fanworks: fic, vids, visual art, crafts, podfic, etc.

Announcements will be crossposted to Tumblr, Discord and Dreamwidth.

If you would like an invite to the Langya Hall discord server, which has a channel for discussing the exchange, please let me know.

How It Works

During the sign-up period, you will be able to submit a Google Form with a list of 3 prompts for fanworks you would like to receive, as well as space to list any Do/Do Not Wants. The link will be posted on the DW community, the Langya Hall discord, and on this Tumblr.

On 17th Oct, participants will be sent an anonymous list of sets of prompts and asked to rank their top 5 choices. Once all participants have responded, the mods will do their best to match everyone according to their preferences.

On 24th Oct, participants will be sent their individual assignment: the prompt list of the person they have been matched with, along with that person's AO3 username.

On 31st Oct, the prompt list will be made public, for anyone, whether they signed up or not, to creat additional 'treats' for the prompters.

There will be a mandatory check-in 1st-5th Dec. Participants will be asked whether they are on track to complete a gift by the final deadline of 21st Dec. Participants who miss this deadline without contacting the mods will be assumed to have defaulted and their assignment will be sent to a pinch-hitter.

Gifts should be submitted to the AO3 collection (still under construction) by the end of the day on 21st Dec. Participants will still be able to make edits, but the gift should be in a giftable state by then.

On 25th Dec, the gifts will be revealed: everyone will be able to see all works in the collection, though the creators will still remain anonymous.

On 31st Dec, the names of the creators will be revealed.

TL;DR: Sign up with prompts, choose the prompts you'd like to fill, make a thing, post a thing, get a thing, shower your fellow creators with love and comments.

Minimum gift requirements

Treats

Fic: 500 words

Podfic: 5 mins

Art: 1 artwork (B&W or colored)

Video: 30 secs to 1 min, depending on complexity

Crafts: 1 picture and/or documentation of the finished project

If you don't want to sign up as a full exchange participant, you can still create fills for prompts as 'treats'. The prompt list will be made public on 31st Oct. Treats can be posted to the AO3 community and tagged with 'NIFTREAT24'.

General Points

BYOB: Bring your own beta. In previous years, the exchange has offered a beta-matching service, but we're running at reduced capacity this year, so if you want your work beta-read, please organise this yourself.

Timezones: Deadlines for participants are 11.59pm of the date in question, wherever you might be in the world. Timings for the mod doing stuff are based on 'when I have a spare hour during that day' and I can't be more precise than that.

AO3: You'll be able to add your work to the Nirvana in Fire 2024 Exchange collection on AO3 (currently under construction but you can see last year's collection here). If you need an AO3 invite, we can arrange this, but please let me know before December if possible.

Contact a mod: If you're in the Langya Hall discord server, feel free to ping me @ sinni-ok-sessi on there, or @ withans for a PM. You can also contact me @sinni-ok-sessi or via the @nifexchange24 Tumblr. Nominally I am on Dreamwidth, but I almost never remember to check it, so that's not your best bet. If you sign up, you will receive instructions for how to email me.

[hispg]

Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc:3.4k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one-sided love, affairs, manipulative behavior from Leon, (I'll put more once things start to progress).

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

An: Sooo there is the new chapter! I was so anxious to write it and post it! In all honesty, this is the chapter that I most liked to write(so far).

I've been receiving some dms about creating a taglist, so I'll do it from the next chapter and on. If you're interested in entering the tag list, you can dm me or comment on any chapters of this fic, and I'll add you. For the ones who already talked to me, I'll put you on the list already, so you don't need to message me again!<3

Also, I'll start to crosspost this fic here and on Ao3, for the ones who prefer to read in there. Here's the link Ao3. Eventually, I'll post all chapters!

Chapter 5: Pretty lies

The heavy rain outside was no bother to the couple in bed, just as the cold was no problem that couldn't be solved with the intimacy that had just been shared under the covers.

There he was, lying with his lover, Ashley. Warming another woman's bed, offering her the warmth that his body emanated, the love that made her heart beat faster every time.

Both were nude, without the slightest concern for anything, all that mattered was what had just happened in that room. The closeness they shared, the oaths of love spoken between each kiss, between each embrace.

They had just made love, done something that was yet another symbol of the compromising union they contained.

Leon hadn't gone back to the castle as soon as he arrived back from his trip, he had gone to his beloved's house, a hidden place that only they knew where it was, only the lovebirds met there.

It was their love nest.

The same place where Ashley gave herself to him for the first time, the same sacred place where they made love whenever they could. The place where they loved each other deeply, where they didn't have to hide anything.

Ashley lay with her head on Leon's bare chest, while he had one arm wrapped around her and the other stroking her blonde hair.

The only sound in the room was the wood cracking in the fireplace and the soft breathing of both of them in that bed.

The clothes were thrown about, the silk covers hiding their shame, but if Leon was being honest, he couldn't think of a better place to be.

Because he felt at home every time he was with Ashley, even if he knew it was wrong.

And he was screwed if anyone found out.

"Are you staying?" Ashley asks in a whisper, taking the opportunity to place a soft kiss on his chest.

Leon gives her a blown smile, looking at her tenderly, "I'd love to. But you know I can't."

It was already too bold of him to come to this place to spend time with her, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't go along with her every whim.

Especially as the wedding was approaching, and he was dead if he didn't show up.

She sighed helplessly, knowing full well that this would be the answer from the start. But in all honesty, what did she expect? Despite her misfortunes, she was the mistress.

"I promise I'll try to see you more, mh? My wife won't be the problem, don't worry." Leon reassured her, kissed her on the forehead and got up, soon he would be getting ready to leave.

Although he wanted to be with her for even five more minutes, he would give all the money in the world to make it happen.

"Does she know about us?" Ashley asked, picking up the blanket and covering her bare midriff.

That was enough for Leon to clench his eyes shut, buttoning his pants as he stared at her.

"She can't even conceive of it. You know our deal." It was a good deal for both sides, not least because Leon didn't even want to imagine what Ashley's father would do to him once he found out what he and his daughter were doing behind closed doors.

Ashley then sighed, the blonde strands falling across her forehead as she thought for a moment.

"Do you think you can still see me after you're married?" She asks softly, almost embarrassed by her own question.

"I'll always find a way, don't worry." He says, the sincere smile that became the perfect proof that he was saying this from the bottom of his soul.

It was always a painful farewell, but Leon knew it was necessary for him to do it. Once he'd put all his clothes back on, he turned to Ashley, taking her in his arms and planting a gentle, passionate kiss on her lips. He also made a point of pressing his body against hers to leave his cologne on her.

It wasn't enough to have his smell on the silk sheets, he needed to leave his mark on her too.

Goodbyes aside, he knew he had to leave, the sun was rising, and if he wanted to get back to the castle before it was too late, he had to leave now.

As he took the steps to leave the small chalet in the Italian countryside, where no one suspected them, he took one last look at his beloved, giving her a broad smile as he said goodbye.

Watching Ashley go all wobbly as he walked out the front door. She sighed as her lover left, waving to him and looking dreamily out of the window.

Leon walked up to the discreet carriage that was waiting for him in front of the cottage, besides the coachman, there was Leon's faithful butler, Ausdret.

And also his worst accomplice, the butler who always covered up everything Leon did, no matter how stupid it might seem or be.

"Your Highness." Ausdret greeted, leading Leon to the carriage.

"It's good that you're here." Leon replies back, tucking himself into the small carriage.

His butler nods and sits down on the opposite seat, facing Leon. Even though Ausdret knew that no one could put a halter on Leon, he was still trying to talk some sense into his young, dim-witted head.

"Your Highness do you not think it is inappropriate to maintain this relationship?" Ausdret asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Leon scoffed, narrowing his gaze at the poor butler, acting as if he had said the worst blasphemy that could be heard.

"Come on, you're a braggart too. Don't act like you're a kind gentleman with exemplary decorum." Leon retorts, crossing his legs as he fixes the buttons on his shirt once more.

Ausdret couldn't help but sigh, trying his best to make Leon understand how problematic it would be to keep all this up.

"Prince, you have a fiancée now. This relationship is no longer suitable." The butler said once again, pausing and emphasizing his lines, it wasn't possible that this was so difficult to understand.

"Well, it'll last as long as I want it to. You know better than that." Leon says, an unparalleled coldness in his voice, it was obvious, this subject was not up for discussion for him.

Ausdret always thought that this was just a youthful romance of Leon's, in fact he never thought that it would thrive for so long, for years. Leon was a man who could have any woman he wanted, not only because of the power he possessed, but also because of his beauty.

However, what the butler couldn't have guessed was that Leon would fall in love with Lady Ashley, a princess from another place. A likely romance, but love doesn't work properly in royalty.

"But Your Highness-" Leon interrupts Ausdret before he can continue.

"I am the prince, and you collaborate with me." Leon begins, his voice becoming an authoritative, voracious whisper.

"As I'm your highness, you must agree that you didn't see anything unusual. That I was on a business trip these last few days." Leon says, his gaze narrowing once more on the servant.

What could Ausdret say? He had always supported this boy, and even with a lump forming in his throat, he wasn't going to do any different again.

The butler knew that this situation wasn't fair to you, nor to Ashley, it would only end up with broken hearts and a quarrel that couldn't be undone.

Perhaps Leon was too young to understand this, but at some point fate would catch up with him.

"So? Did you see anything?" Leon asked, almost daring him to give an answer that was the opposite of what he wanted to hear.

"No, Your Highness. I didn't see anything suspicious." Ausdret replied under his breath, closing his eyes and shaking his head in denial.

"Good." Leon grumbles back.

The journey wouldn't take long, but Ausdret already knew that the rest of the way would be filled with the ache of an inconvenient silence.

You knew you'd end up getting into trouble with your recent actions, but that still didn't stop you from going ahead with them. At that moment you were in the grassy fields on the outskirts of the castle.

It was easy to get here, you just needed the help of Chris and your maid, Evelyn. Nothing more than a silly little lie to disguise your departure.

The view was beautiful, you felt almost at home in a place like this. You were sitting on the horse while Chris guided the animal, walking through the grass carefully while also keeping an eye on you.

You couldn't tell if you were approaching Chris out of hurt ego, or because he was someone incredibly interesting and good to have around.

Perhaps you had combined the useful with the pleasant, because in all honesty, you couldn't deny that you were enjoying all this time with Chris, even feeling more at peace with yourself.

"Well, at least you escaped the tea party." Chris jokes, looking at you with a smile.

You nod, smiling back at him.

"God, I can't imagine what it would be like to spend another afternoon with Mrs. Hisltons!" You grumble, frowning as you remember all the tedious conversations the lady has put you through.

Chris couldn't help himself and laughed out loud, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh, tell me about it. As soon as I got here, she gave me a good lecture on why I should get married." Chris says with a playful tone, walking slowly with you through the pastures.

You smiled a little, petting the horse as a question popped into your mind.

"But, forgive me for being impolite, but why haven't you gotten married yet?" You asked calmly, giving him the opportunity not to answer if he didn't want to.

"Nothing in particular, I just haven't found any suitors that catch my eye." He says, without much ado, getting straight to the point.

You'd think someone as cultured as him would want a woman who knew a bit more than just dresses and jewelry. Completely fair and understandable.

But you still can't help thinking that Chris was alone by choice, it wouldn't be the first time a man had preferred being alone to being married.

"I understand, but is it something you're thinking of doing? I'm sorry if I'm being intrusive." You say with a peaceful smile, trying to get to know the man you've grown so close to over the last few days.

Chris then paused and pondered, thinking of an answer that would measure up. But he couldn't think of anything more sincere than:

"Yes, I intend to." Just like that, or any other explanation.

But you saw his eyes light up a little when he looked at you for a brief moment, making you quietly gasp.

You then returned your gaze to your surroundings, the countryside that was such a contrast to the life you had. Which was far from peaceful.

Although you knew it shouldn't take you so long to get back to the castle, as they would probably notice you were gone, you could stubbornly stay here with him.

With Chris, the man who had been giving you so much comfort recently.

Chris then looked at you with a charming gaze, helping you off the horse. His hands found your waist, steadying you as you got off the animal.

Feeling his heavy, manly hands on your body made you feel something different, but you preferred not to mention it. Not least because you were being completely inappropriate for a dame.

You allowed yourself to feel the ground beneath your heels, removing the footwear from your body, feeling the grass between your toes.

The thought of returning to your new home was already distant, you could even swear that you forgot about Leon for just a moment. You forgot about the fact that he was coming back today.

And that he would be back around noon. And it was almost two in the afternoon, he was probably already at the castle by then.

But well, what would be the point of sneaking out of the castle with the Duke if not for a bit of confusion.

"You know, this is turning out to be one of the nicest afternoons I've had." Chris says, smiling and following you as you walk across the lawn.

"Oh, yes. It's nice to get out of that place for a bit." You say, looking at the sun, which is already descending.

Chris followed you, keeping an eye on every step. And you even saw out of the corner of your eye that he tried to take your hand, but hesitated to make such an intimate gesture.

You even heard the trumpets sounding in the distance, announcing the prince's arrival, but nothing that made you move from where you were.

And well, from the way Chris stood next to you as you watched the landscape of the field, he wouldn't leave until you asked him to.

At one point, you thought it would be better to leave, perhaps so as not to cause Chris any trouble. But the moment Chris's fingers touched your cheek, and he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, something in you sparked.

It was impossible to hide the red tinge that appeared on your cheeks, as well as the way you just ignored everything else. Everything seemed right.

You were surrendered, and you didn't want to leave this man's side. What on earth were you doing?

Why did you feel so torn? It couldn't end well.

"Where is she?" It was the first question Leon asked as soon as he set foot in the castle, finding it strange that his fiancée wasn't here to greet him.

"The princess isn't feeling well, Your Highness." Evelyn, the maid who helped you escape, answered.

Leon wrinkled his eyebrows, glancing at the door of your chambers, he hadn't quite believed that excuse.

"Tell her I'll come and see her. She doesn't have to leave her room." Leon says, looking at the way the maid was beginning to shudder.

"She's really not well, Your Highness-" Leon didn't care how much the maid protested, he went ahead and went to your bedroom.

He opened the door without any manners, looking around as he searched for any sign of you. But he was disappointed when he found your bed empty, the room perfectly tidy and untouched. You hadn't been in that room for a while.

Your lie was already falling apart, as they say lies don't go far.

"Where is she?" Leon asked once again, this time more coldly and authoritatively, demanding an answer.

"I don't know! She was here this morning." The maid manages to stutter, unable to face Leon.

Leon clenched his fists, frustration and irritation taking over his feelings. You were getting out of hand, it wasn't enough that you'd been so bold with Chris, now this?

Even though he was away, he knew everything that was going on in that castle, and he couldn't let it continue the way it was.

Who did you think you were?

"Have her searched all over the castle." Leon demanded, leaving your room to look for you.

As soon as Leon saw that the maid hadn't moved a muscle, he added:

"Immediately." His voice was a low grunt, capable of sending a chill down anyone's spine.

The maid moved quickly, warning the other servants about the princess's 'disappearance', and they all stood by to look for you.

Nothing. They looked for you in every corner of that castle, every room, every space you could be in. And they found nothing, not a single sign of you.

Leon was fulminating, realizing that you and the Duke weren't in that castle. And you probably weren't close.

"We haven't found her, Your Highness. The princess isn't in the castle." One of the servants dares to speak, trembling at having to address the prince.

"What do you mean she's not in the castle?" Leon muttered, looking out the windows while trying to find you somehow.

And Leon had to stop himself from gritting his teeth as he watched the scene with his own eyes. You came in through the back door, a delicate hood over your head to disguise your identity.

You were sitting on Chris's horse, smiling happily as the man led the horse inside. You seemed so close, so intimate.

Something about it made Leon go crazy, he can't say, but some strange feeling rose in his chest and made a knot form in the pit of his stomach.

What were you thinking? You were a lady, Jesus! You should behave like one.

"You are dismissed, return to your duties." Leon says to the other servants, leaving no room for questions.

Drastic situations call for drastic measures, only then will you be able to understand your place. And how you should act as a future queen.

Leon waited, right in the center of the main hall, he decided he would act as if he hadn't seen anything. He felt his breathing quicken, heard the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

He didn't know if it was anger, disappointment or something else.

You didn't realize he was there until you saw the pair of blue eyes looking you up and down, for some reason sending a shiver up your spine.

"I was worried about you." He was the first to speak, approaching you without a second thought.

"Excuse me, Your Highness. I needed some fresh air." You say, your voice smooth as silk, sweet as honey.

You needed to act as if nothing much had really happened, as if you hadn't gone off with the Duke alone, without letting anyone know.

Even more so, going out alone with a man.

Leon narrows his eyes, placing a hand on your waist, pulling you close. His touch made you gasp, your eyes widen and your breathing hitch, at the same moment you felt your breath mingle with his.

For a moment, you looked at each other, his penetrating gaze causing an incomparable flush to rise to your cheeks. His hands on your body, one holding your cheek, steadying you to do what he wanted to do.

What was he going to do? Oh, you realized it in the next second, when you saw his face coming closer to yours. His nose touching yours, and then, that's when…

He kissed you.

His lips against yours, his hand holding you firmly and preventing you from moving. It was unconscious, instinctive, you moved your lips in sync with his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you sealed this moment with the warm intimacy of a kiss.

It wasn't sincere, it was carnal.

The world around you seemed to stop, you were focused on the warm feeling that took over your body, the way the heat of the moment enveloped you. Your body molded itself to his so well, it was so perfect.

As if it was meant to be.

It was painful to separate your lips from his, your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. Was it real? Had he reconsidered? Maybe he was going to give you both a chance?

You were a very dreamy girl perhaps, those endless dreams that you wished from the bottom of your soul were real, that you clamored for to come true at some point.

But oh, that little act, it was far from a dream.

When you regained your senses, you looked around and saw a group of high-class ladies staring at the two of you. The dreamy looks and sighs they gave when they saw the couple, the passionate couple.

In the corner, you saw the king and queen, smiling approvingly at the two of you. They were proud.

A show off.

Reality weighed heavily on your mind when you understood. It was nothing, it was a show off, an exhibition. The momentary magic wore off and gave way to the bitterness that once again fell upon you.

Whose fault was it? Yours, for having once again believed in the foolishness that was Leon's chance of seeing you beyond being a prize. Or Leon, for toying with you in such a way?

In any case, what a shame. The taste of his lips was imprinted on yours, the sensation of his lips against yours was still so vivid. So real. You felt loved in a few seconds, putting yourself in your place soon after.

With one simple action, Leon reminded you of who you belong to, legally, and also reminded you of your place. Of your obligations to him, he came out the winner once again.

Damned bastard.

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A Shoulder To Cry On - Fic

(This is crossposted on Ao3, so click this link if you prefer to read it there! Over there you'll find a more detailed conclusion/explanation in the end notes, but it's not neccessary to understand this fic. The Tags are mainly friendship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort; if you want to stay on tumblr you can find the fic underneath the cut)

Author's Notes: It's a little crazy that I'm already able to post this, but it felt like the fic wrote itself. (And more are maybe coming, depending on how much I have to do in the next weeks; Though I can't really say they're all that much happier, somehow all of them end up a little angsty and I don't know what to do against that)

I feel like I should put a disclaimer here that I obviously don't know any of them personally and also - seeing that the topic is quite a difficult one - never went through the same kind of questioning and fearing, simply because of different cultural and social backgrounds than I think someone in their situation would have gone through. (Read: I didn't grow up in a catholic bavarian household in the 90s/early 2000s)

And again the biggest thanks to my wonderful beta-reader @skijumpingf1

Oberstdorf, January 2025

 

 

Deep breaths. Breathe in, stop thinking for a moment. One, two, three. Breathe out. How is Stephan-

 

Stop thinking, Andreas thought to himself. Stephan is doing fine, you know that, idiot. He told you this morning.

 

Andreas took another breath. Will Stephan watch this competition? Probably not, it'd start around midnight for him. Though Andreas could use some encouragement. He could use some love right now, when everything seems to fall apart around him.

 

Normally, Stephan would anchor him into the present, would calm him down and tell him that his worries are irrational. But Stephan's not here, not part of the world cup team. The last time that happened was because of their injuries. But now no one is injured and no one knows why Stephan is suddenly doing so bad. (Andreas knows why. The safe world they grew up in is ripping at the seams, a bubble about to burst. Stephan just doesn't want to talk about it in the way Andreas himself does, but it affects him as well)

 

They are supposed to be professional, Andreas should start and act that way.

 

But how could he when he still feels the same anxiety his 18-year old self did, all those years ago. When he still tears up in the same way he did, back when he first told his team, before the Olympics in Sochi.

 

He remembers how much he worried about his team mates' reaction, even about landing in a russian prison. Sometimes, the fear still haunts him. Sometimes like right now. Arguably, not the best moment, when he should be preparing for ski flying and definitely not professional behaviour.

 

Slow breaths, Andreas. Calm down. There is no need to spiral right now. And definitely no need to panic . No one will know, unless he actually tells the public, tells everyone that he isn't straight – that's what Stephan always says to him. People are oftentimes too focused on their reality, their truths, that those who disapprove of gay relationships won't see him as gay. See them as gay, as partners, boyfriends. They will be known as colleagues, team mates, friends. But not as lovers.

 

Andreas hopes there is some truth behind Stephan's words. He doesn't need more negative attention than he already gets.

 

Whether it's the usual „What was up with that jump?“ or the classic „You had such a good preparation in summer, how do you explain your current performance?“ it doesn't help his situation. Because he knows why. He knows why he can't focus, why he doesn't jump on the same level he used to. But he won't be able to tell the press why. They won't like hearing that he fears the future, fears his rights being taken away, fears the Worldcup taking place in more and more countries who hate people like him.

 

It makes him feel so helpless.

 

Which really isn't the best feeling to have right before bolting down one of the steepest hills known to mankind. But alas, here he is.

 

He fixes his glasses one more time and Stefan lowers the flag.

 

Maybe the whistling of the wind will finally silence his thoughts. It's worth a try.

 

The inrun is incredibly loud, he doesn't even hear the thousands of fans down the hill.

 

The edge is coming closer and closer. He jumps.

 

The wind is pushing him downwards, right into the awaiting arms of gravity.

 

His jump is garbage.

 

Worse than in the first round.

 

Andreas is glad, Stephan isn't watching this right now.

 

He lands and just shakes his head in disbelief. He doesn't even know what he’s gonna tell the media later.

 

Maybe Sevi will already wait for him. It's horrible. Sevi's time worrying about him should be long gone, his performance shouldn't be something Sevi has to continue to justify. But he will. He is simply too good of a friend to talk badly about him.

 

 

 

„Germany had big hopes that you, as the vice-world champion, would recover from your little slump of form here in Oberstdorf.” Andreas just nodded along the introduction of the question. He had hoped that as well. And then Stephan was taken out of the team, more or less permanently at that, and he knew that this hope was really just a dream. „Is there an explanation as to why team Germany is currently so bad?“

 

He grimaced. „Well, I know that for me personally, there are a few little details that I need to work on. My position in the inrun was too high up, so that I couldn't really feel the edge.“ Look at him, talking about mistakes in his technique instead of missing Stephan. Very professional.

 

(Judging by Sevi's sceptical glance, he can see right through it)

 

„But as you already said, that is such a little mistake! Does that alone really make the difference between landing on the podium and barely making the second round?“ That's a mean question. Andreas closed his eyes for a second, really more blinking than anything else. He needed to collect his thoughts or he'll say something stupid.

 

„That’s really the way it goes sometimes. Especially nowadays, those little details do make the difference between place 1 and 30.“ Severin, you are a blessing. Andreas should really tell him that more often. „Although it feels very extreme this season, there is almost no midfield.“ Andreas just nodded along.

 

„Absolutely, though I can't really pinpoint what changed to make it seem like that.“, he agreed with Sevi.

 

„Are you in any way affected by all the discussions around the material, like stuff aside from just the hill?“, Severin asked. Andreas should take back what he has thought earlier. That question is definitely targeting Stephan. Sevi knows. Why does he need to ask again?

 

„Well, sure, these discussions, those which aren't directly related to ski jumping itself, can be very exhausting and in the current case, upsetting and frustrating.“ Andreas tried to keep it as vague as possible. „However, I wouldn't go that far and accuse anybody of cheating. Everybody tries to gain some sort of advantage above the other nations, and in the current situation it seems to work better for the austrians than for everybody else." That's good, he’s very professionally avoiding Severin's actual question. He can see a grin spreading on Sevi's face. He outplayed him. Ha, loser. Andreas always likes interviews with Severin, they are great.

 

„But what about the Slovenians? Do you think they are cheating, since three of them got disqualified in this competition but still one of them won?��, the Journalist asked, effectively ending their silent conversation.

 

„I wouldn’t go that far and call it cheating.“ Andreas answered truthfully. „Everyone knows that the Slovenians are really good at ski flying and everyone knows that they're willing to risk a lot with the sizing of their suits. A Slovenian disqualification isn't a new phenomenon. We've got the controls, and I trust them, if they make it through. And I mean, we just saw that even a Stefan Kraft isn't infallible".

 

„As we can see there seems to be understanding for one another in the Ski Jumping Family", the reporter concluded, „Thank you for the interview, Andi Wellinger".

 

„Thank you", he responded.

 

Sevi was smiling in his direction, but that was just for the camera. He could see his question in his eyes. Andreas should get going.

 

He turned around to finally go away, as the woman next to him started shuffling in her notes. He already exited the booth when he heard Severin calling out his name. „Andi!“

 

He paused, „What?“. Andreas felt like he was shrinking. His whole posture collapsed. He felt like the boy again, who confessed his biggest secrets to Severin, simply because he needed support on the road.

 

Severin was smiling at him, eyes crinkling in concern. „We’re meeting up for dinner, right?“

 

Or, if Andreas may translate, 《I'm staying in the same hotel as you are, so come to me, and tell me what's going on. I'm worried about you》

 

„Yeah, sure. See you there.“ Andreas answered and turned around. He hoped Sevi got the hint that, maybe, he'll think about telling him. Not definitely agreeing, but also not declining. His answer is rather a plea for more time.

 

---

 

It was quiet when they ate dinner. Nobody really said a word, or asked a question which required more than a vague noise of agreement. Severin was clearly bothered by it, Andreas could tell. He has always been keen on talking everything out.

 

His phone beeped. Stephan? No, he should be sleeping.

 

It wasn't Stephan.

 

《How about we go for a drink in Willingen next week, you look like you need a hug》

 

Wanki !

 

《Shouldn't you be sleeping as well? But yeah, that sounds nice 》 Andreas answered.

 

《Shouldn’t you be celebrating podiums?》First of all, rude. But before Andreas could even be angry, he received another message. 《I'm too jetlagged, so no, I'm not sleeping. You wanna talk about it?》

 

《I'll tell you next week, please just tell me that Stephan's taking this better than I do. Also, I think Sevi will be disappointed if I don't talk to him tonight; and who am I to bear Severin's disappointment?》he let his friend know.

 

《That's good, please talk to someone! And I do think Stephan takes the decision way better than you do, so no worries here.》

 

《He doesn't want to take somebody else's place, right? He’s just too good for this world, tell him, I love him》

 

《Tell him yourself, he is your boyfriend, not mine》Meanie. 《Good night, try to get some sleep tonight》

 

《Says the right one, go to sleep. I don't want you to fall down the coaching tower :P》

 

 

„Andreas?“, his coach looked at him expectantly.

 

„What?“, he asked confused. „Sorry, I needed to respond to that.“ Using his phone while the others were eating (he should be too) was really impolite. Still, his coach's expression softened.

 

„Was it Stephan? Shouldn't he be asleep by now?“

 

„No, it was Wanki. But I'm not sure if that makes it any better“, Andreas shrugged.

 

His coach just shook his head in disbelief.

 

Andreas grinned and picked up his fork again.

 

 

 

„I'd like to ask you to finally tell me what's bothering you", Severin started as he sat down next to Andreas. „But you seem a little happier since you texted Wanki".

 

„I'm not, exactly. But I feel a little lighter just knowing that I will – eventually – talk about it.“ Andreas tried to shrug it off. „Though I promised him that I'd talk to you tonight.“

 

„Well, then, go ahead. I'm listening"

 

Andreas found that actually saying all the right words was harder than he wanted them to be. Deep breaths, Andreas, deep breaths. He had a lump in his throat just thinking about it.

 

„You remember the night I first came out to you all, right?“, he finally began. Severin just nodded, frowning a little in confusion. „I was so afraid back then, afraid of what you guys might think and afraid of what could happen if the wrong people hear about it, because, you know, it was forbidden during the Olympics in Sochi. I wasn't allowed to be myself, even if no one knew about who I truly was. I hated that I was gay, had been even way before that, and I hated that I couldn't fully concentrate on jumping because I could never change that part about me, so the fear of being discovered would always stay.“ He rambled.

 

He still feels so much like the boy he was that night, and that is his problem.

 

„I don't think I ever really coped with that fear, I've always been afraid of that part of myself, no matter how much good stuff happens.“ He let out a breath. And another one. And another one. He doesn't even know when he breathed in for the last time.

 

He heard his blood pumping through his veins, felt his hands shake, saw his vision blurring with tears. The lump in his throat made swallowing hard, he felt like vomiting.

 

Sevi's hand was on his shoulder, embracing him in a side hug. If Andreas forced himself to listen through the blood roaring in his ears, he could hear the soothing sound of Severin's voice.

 

„I hate it", he gasped.

 

„Shhh, it's alright", Severin tried to calm him down. „What do you hate?“

 

„I hate that-", he forced another breath into his lungs, „that I’m still the same, after all these years.“

 

„Yes, you are.“ Severin agreed with him. Not exactly what Andreas needed right now. „You are still one the most open-hearted, most loving people I know. That hasn't changed, you're right.“

 

„Thank you for the compliment", Andreas grinned through his tears. „But I hate that I still have the same fears and the same reactions to when one of them comes true – or even if it just might come true"

 

„What do you fear, then? What do you think will happen?”

 

„It's just with everything that happens right now-", Andreas tried to find the right words. „You know, I think we as a society really made some big steps forward in the last couple of years. And I became so optimistic about it and finally ripped the metaphorical bandaid over the fear of coming out, of my sexuality off. And you know, I became very happy, finally confessed my feelings for Stephan and so on. I finally felt like I was living in a safe world. But now that safety, the security, seems like it will be torn away from me again.“

 

„I don't think I can quite follow", Severin admitted. Andreas chuckled.

 

„Politics, Sevi. I'm talking about the shitshow that is our current politics "

 

„Oh", was all he could say to that. „Which-", he paused. „Which party do you fear most?“

 

„Are you really asking that? Shouldn't it be obvious?“ Normally Severin wasn't this dense. He knows, or he should know at the very least. „The Firewall is crumbling, and everything more to the right from that wants to ban same-sex marriage again.“

 

Andreas took a breath. He could feel the cold creeping into him, but the crisp air helped a little to calm him down. The stars sparkled above him. „I want to marry Stephan one day, Sevi"

 

„I know, and you should.“ Severin agreed. Andreas could feel he wanted to say more. „I wish I could tell you that I get it, that I understand what you are saying, but I don't want to presume that. I didn't experience what you did, both your fears and the joys. But I will tell you, that I'm always there if you need a shoulder to cry on. And that I’ll obviously try to stop your fears from becoming the reality, but in my mind, voting for democratic parties really is more common sense than anything else.“

 

„Thank you, Sevi.“ Andreas smiled sadly. „I appreciate it".

[ellesthots]

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[weaselandfriends]

I asked you this a while ago (as anonymouscardboard which I am no longer using since I got tired of switching accounts) but are you going to put When I Win on Sufficient Velocity and Spacebattles? Please do because there's already a lot of cool Pokemon stories on there and I want even more people to see WIW. It will be awesome.

Nice to see you again Anonymouscardboard, I really appreciated all the cool fan art you did. (Also that fanfic of Somebody's Little Sister, though it seems like it got taken down, or at least the link I had to it broke.)

As for your question, I was in fact planning to put it on Spacebattles. I'm not very familiar with Sufficient Velocity, but crossposting is easy, so I could easily put it there too. I would prefer to post on a wide variety of places, so more people can see and discuss.

The idea of posting on a more traditional forums like SB and SV appeals for another reason. Today I received a reblog on a post about Cleveland Quixotic from @itsthisornothing that had these tags:

Probably about half the total discussion of my works, if not more, occurs on places like the Homestuck discord or Alexander Wales' Worth the Candle discord that talks about a lot of webfic. It'd be cool to have more discussion out there that people could search for and read if they have an interest in the material.

So yeah, I'm going to try and put it everywhere I can. Right now that list is: AO3, RoyalRoad, ff.net (if the site is even still up next week...), Spacebattles, Sufficient Velocity.

[dianneking]

In Her Arms - Queerplatonic Miranda/Robin (Top of the Lake)

This is my entry for @duckprintspress​‘s May Trope Mayhem 2023 Day 1: Queerplatonic Relationship. As soon as I read the prompt/trope, I thought of my favorite underrated pairing, so I hope you enjoy! Crossposted on AO3 - if you prefer reading it there, link is in the title below.

Tags: Spoilers for Top of the lake: China girl season finale, Hospitalization, Gunshot wound (mentioned - not graphic), Coma, Jealousy, Infidelity, Angst, Angst and Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending.

Fandom: Top of the Lake: China Girl - Pairing: Miranda Hilmarson/ Robin Griffin - Wordcount: 1052

In Her Arms 

It's a split second decision: she doesn't stop to think, she doesn't - for once - let the voice of reason convince her that she shouldn't, that coworkers that barely know each other don't simply jump into each other's arms. She just jumps, as instinctually as Miranda has opened her arms, expecting nothing less than for Robin to trust her. 

Surprising even herself, Robin does. 

That's why Robin is now enveloped by Miranda’s strong arms, being held against the blonde's chest and being deposited so very carefully on the warm sand. 

Miranda’s arms linger a little longer than would be normal, and at the same time they leave too soon. It all lasts too little, and yet to Robin it feels like a lifetime. She can still smell Miranda’s delicate soap scent lingering around her, mixing with the saltiness of the seaside air. It is as if Robin has found something in those arms, something she didn't know she had lost. 

"There you go!" comes the cheerful voice from up above her head, and Robin tries to once again focus on her job, on her professionalism, pulling her usual mask back on her face. But as she looks up, she can see a warm understanding in the deep blue eyes above her, and that shakes her even more than the unexpected hug did. 

*

"What is she to you?"

Adrian looks at her accusingly from across Miranda’s hospital bed, pain and regret distorting his face. For a man who's still married to his wife while trying to build a family with Miranda, he sure doesn't make much of an effort to hide the jealousy in his voice, Robin notices. 

Hypocrite. As if he was the only one allowed to care. 

But Miranda wouldn't want her to lash out at him, however much Robin wants to - he was supposed to be the one directing the mission, he was the one supposed to have contingency plans and safety measures in place, he was the one who should have kept Miranda safe - so instead she focuses on his question.

What is she to you? 

Robin thinks of the ease with which Miranda reached over and held her hand while they walked side by side. She thinks of the tears that they have shed together. She thinks of Miranda’s arms around her, holding her, grounding her, keeping her together. She thinks of the special, secret smile that lit up the constable's face when her eyes found Robin's from across the room.

"She's my friend." The word feels wrong in her mouth - to reduce what she had with Miranda to simple friendship feels unfair, especially now - and yet, theirs was not a romantic relationship either, was it? Miranda had Adrian, after all, and Robin...well, Robin didn't need anyone else.

"A friend she'd take a bullet for."

"As I would for her."

"I wish you had." 

Robin's eyes travel along Miranda’s body, looking so uncharacteristically small under the bandages, the tubes and the wires that keep her together - that keep her alive - and finds that his words don't hurt her as he probably wanted them to. 

"I wish I had too."

*

He stops visiting after a while, and Robin is both relieved and angry. Relieved not to meet him anymore - the tense silences in the hospital room wore her out more than the loneliness does - but angry, because how dare he abandon Miranda. Word around the station is that he patched things up with his wife and Robin can't help but think how heartbroken Miranda will be when she wakes up and hears the news. 

Because she's going to wake up. 

Robin squeezes the long, slender hand she's holding, as Miranda used to do with hers when she could feel Robin was upset. 

She's going to wake up and Robin will be there when she does. 

The nurses stop trying to make Robin leave the room when visiting hours end. The people from HR stop asking her how much longer her carer's leave will be. Robin stops counting the days. 

It feels as if her whole world is waiting with bated breath for Miranda to wake up. 

Robin keeps holding her hand, waiting. 

*

"Hey." 

Miranda’s voice is rough and crackly, her lips are chapped and her cheeks are sunken in, and yet her small, tentative, tired smile is the most beautiful work of art Robin could imagine admiring, her voice the sweetest song ever heard. 

She can now admit to herself that a part of her had been terrified to not be able to hear her voice, to see her smile anymore. 

She squeezes that soft hand once again, and this time the long fingers wrap around hers. 

"I had the weirdest dreams." 

And it's such a Miranda thing to say after being in a coma for weeks on end, that Robin can't hold herself back anymore and - carefully, delicately - hugs Miranda around her shoulders, and what starts falling from her lips as a laughter quickly turns into sobs as all of her fear, her sorrow, her guilt finally come out. Miranda’s hands come trembling up - even this small movement is such an effort for her - and land on her back, soothing, comforting.

*

When the doctors clear Miranda to go back home, with strict orders not to tire herself out too much, Robin puts her foot down and convinces her to come stay at her place - only for now, she reasons, until you get your energies back.  Miranda accepts, looking at her with that soft, understanding look that makes Robin stammer and bluster and remind her that it's just because Miranda needs someone to keep her in check otherwise she would overexert herself within five minutes of being home. 

Miranda doesn't say anything, and just smiles down at her, her eyes crinkling up as if they had just shared a secret joke. 

That evening, when she sees Robin bringing her pillow and linens to the couch, she's the one putting her foot down, and telling her not to be ridiculous and just come to bed. She holds her arms open, welcoming, and as Robin curls up against her side, she can't help but think of how perfectly she fits into the blonde's embrace, and she allows herself to simply bask in the happiness that she only finds in Miranda’s arms. 

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Hi! I'm just crossposting from AO3 (I'll leave a link below if you prefer to read there). Left in the original AN just to really hammer in that this fic (read: all my fics) is not edited much lmao. Just a little short guy from ItaSaku week that I have...vague intentions to continue...the next chapter is half written and I am really trying to actively get back into writing so....we'll see no promises k bye!

Hiiii okay so, Bad start to #itasakuweek2023 because I thought today was the 21st and not the 22nd whoops. Fair warning, I doubt I will post any of these on time, lets be real. As for “these”, my thought process was to just write without planning (lol) the first chapter of something for each prompt, rather than a true one shot, and continue whichever one people liked/whichever one I actually like writing and have more ideas for. These are in no way refined, or fleshed out, sooooo you get what you get! I haven’t written in a long time and struggled so hard with past/present/whatever tense, please go easy on me or feel free to beta, I heard it’s so much fun! lmfao okay byeeeee luv u

Sakura had never felt her face drop so quickly. She was sure that if she could see herself, she would probably laugh. Sat in the coffee shop across from the university at this moment, however, she was definitely not laughing.

“Sorry...what?” Her shocked eyes blinked exactly once as the words forced themselves out.

Sasuke’s eyes rolled and she heard him suck at his teeth, she loathed that sound from him in particular. The quiet “tsk” sound could wind her up faster than him and Naruto trying to choose what to have for dinner.

“Sakura what was I supposed to do?” His eyes met her own again, but only for a moment, they drifted off to the side as he continued. “You know I couldn’t turn down the job, my father put in a good word for me and you know how he is. Besides, you know he’s driving me crazy right now and I just need to get some space.” She scrunched her face. Another blink to stop herself from tearing up. Why did she have to feel so many feelings? Didn’t she get to be blind to some of them like the boys were? How unfair

Two more years of medical school left. It was April, and her and Sasuke had been in the process of finding a new place to stay. The three of them had decided that they would rent a house together to get some space from their families before they started at Konoha University. Sasukes parents had been...not necessarily easy going about things, but they hadn’t fought him too much about it in the end. To her surprise, they had been more at ease when they found out that Sakura would be joining and not leaving Sasuke alone with Naruto.

Well, two years had passed and nobody had died, thank god. Naruto however, had announced right after their second Christmas together that this semester would be his last staying in the three bedroom house they rented. He had finally decided to move in with Hinata. Honestly, she didn’t know who was more nervous between the two of them, both friends had their moments of panic with Sakura in private, it made her laugh when she thought about how perfect they were for each other.

And so, she and Sasuke had set out to find a two bedroom as they didn’t want to share with anybody else, but couldn’t afford to stay in the larger rental without a third. They had found a nice apartment a little further away than their current place, but still within walking distance of the Uni, a requirement on Sakura’s end. Until Sasuke had to open his dumb mouth and put a wrench in their plans. How did somebody who talked so little cause so much damage when he chose to open his mouth, where had he been getting the practice?

“Weeell, to be fair this feels pretty spontaneous on my end, you literally never told to me about any of this. You know I understand with your dad but...you also know I cant afford this place on my own, what are we supposed to do, the lease is already signed and move in is only two weeks away! What the hell Sasuke, you’re seriously stressing me out!” And he was. She had finals soon to worry about, and she hadn’t lined up a summer job yet either. Not to mention that Ino wouldnt get off her back about finding a summer romance...get real. She could think of literally ten million things more important . A flick on the forehead snapped her out of her spiral.

“Relax, Itachi will move in.” Ah, he was back to Sasuke Light(TM), full dialogue not included.

“I obviously want more information than that, get real pal.” It was her turn to roll her eyes. He loved to bait her, just to be a dick, she was sure.

“He’s back in town next month from Suna, you know how easy going he is.” She did not. Itachi...she didn’t know too much about him at all to be honest. They had of course met a few times, she had known Sasuke since she was 12, going on almost 10 years now.

While her and Naruto didn’t end up at the Uchiha house super often, they spent a guaranteed four dinners there every year. Sasuke’s birthday (of course) as well as Naruto’s, Mikoto’s (She loved throwing large parties but her birthday was the only event Fugaku allowed her to get a little crazy...so she did), and every year without fail, they also gathered to celebrate the new year. Sakuras birthday was excluded, but only because she preferred to spend it alone and everyone had (finally) accepted that. It took a few years of arguments with the boys and hushed conversations with Mikoto, but everyone caved eventually. Sakura gave a mean puppy dog face.

She shook her head lightly, she was distracting herself again.

“Fine Sasuke, there’s not much I can do about it now I guess. Can you at least pass on my number so we can text and figure some things out?” What she really wanted to know was if he would be replacing their old ratty couch with one of his own, she was dreading buying a new one and she might as well be hopeful about the situation. He smirked, probably thinking the same thing, and gave her a mock salute as he walked away.

“Everything will be fine Sakura, I’ll see you later.” She pouted into her coffee, he didn’t know that. He couldn’t know that. Her phone buzzed.

It’s Itachi. Thanks for indulging my little brother. I know you probably aren’t thrilled about things but I hope we can help each other out in the coming year.

She hummed to herself. Realistically, Itachi wasn’t the worst option. In fact, compared to Sasuke directly, maybe it would be a more relaxed year in the home area, Sasuke definitely had a party boy reputation and often made it his roommates problem. Settling on cheering up, she messaged back.

Thanks for saving me this year, I’m sure having a roommate wasn’t in your plans but I promise all I do is study and have the occasional cry of either frustration or despair, normal med student things really. Do you want to arrange a time to see the place? I get keys in a week and we can move stuff in as early as the week after.

After stuffing her phone in her bag, she slammed back the rest of her coffee and tidied up the dishes she had. No point stressing herself out more than she needed to, she supposed. She wouldn’t have to pay rent alone, and hey, maybe she’d get a new couch out of it.

When she got back to the apartment, she screamed into her pillow for a solid minute. Cheerfully.

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When she woke up way later in the evening than intended after she fell asleep watching tv, it was due to hunger. She groaned as she pulled the blankets over her head, and not quietly. The natural consequence of course, was that Naruto barged into her room, acting as if he had never heard this specific cry before (he had).

“Uhhh....you good in here Sakura?” She responded with a mumble but got up regardless.

“Yeah Naruto, I’m good. Hey, are you here long enough for dinner? I fell asleep and I’m starving.” Before Hinata was in the picture it was always a yes, but the ol’ lug had grown up and actually prioritized things now, it was touching to see.

“Ahh I’m sorry Sakura, I’m just grabbing some stuff and then me and Hinata are going to see a movie, if you want to join I’m sure she wouldn’t mind though!” And she wouldnt, but third wheeling wasn’t in the plans for the night.

“Nah, go on without me, I don’t want to interrupt. I’ll probably go grab some tempura or something quick and then head back here anyway. Say hi to Hina for me though!” He grinned and gave a wave, leaving and walking so loudly to his room. It would have impressed her if she could forget how much it annoyed her first.

After he left she decided to sprawl out on her bed for juuust a few more minutes before committing to getting up and ready to leave the house. While she didn’t have groceries and wasn’t in the mood to go get some, she did have coupons for the tempura place down the street, so that settled things.

She took her sweet time getting out the door and eventually walked to the little stand around 11. End of the semester could be stressful but she had already dealt with pretty much everything that she technically needed to so...why not have a late night out? Dressed in Sasukes old soccer joggers and a tank top she sat down and greeted the owner Daiki, who waved at her and asked if she wanted the regular. She grinned and nodded while passing the coupon over the counter. Nothing made her feel better than food, guaranteed, every time. While she waited she browsed her phone, liking photos on Instagram and generally trying to keep busy so she didn’t feel too awkward sitting by herself.

But soon, the glorious moment came. Daiki set down her favourite food in the whole world. She picked up the shrimp tempura, dunked it in the sauce and got ready to take a (massive) bite. She closed her eyes and -  heard laughter. Laughter right next to her.

Popping an eye open she looked to her right. Lo and behold, there sat Itachi, hand over his mouth as he laughed. At her! And he looked so good doing it . How many times were these damn Uchiha brothers going to leave her speechless today?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh at you, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more happy than at this moment.” She set her food down (sadly) and turned to face him. “Also forgive me for joining you, I hope you don’t mind. I was out and saw you walking here earlier and I thought it would be a nice chance to talk about our living situation. Please don’t let me stop you from your first bite though, I would feel terrible.” Was he...joking with her? She didn’t hate it. With a quick nod, she picked her food back up and got right into her giant bite, not caring that someone else was present to witness it. After chewing and swallowing (maybe faster than she should have) she had a sip of water and cleared her throat while she tried to look classier than she was acting.

“While I didn’t expect to run into you here, I definitely don’t mind. Sasuke said you weren’t coming in to town until next month though?” Sasuke was the worst person for information, and it was hard to beat Naruto. A feat that personally, she wouldn’t be proud of.

“Are you in town now...permanently then? Or is this just a quick stop before you come back to stay? Or, well, sorry I guess I don’t really need to ask your whole life story right now.” More food into the mouth! Solves the problem of talking too much every time. Why was she so nervous? She knew Itachi was less touchy than Sasuke, but she still didn’t want to sour their friendship or whatever this was, before they even moved in together. Moved in together oh my god.

“Don’t worry, that’s not an intrusive question at all. Originally I had planned to leave Suna roughly within the month, but plans changed as they do and I caught a flight this morning, quite last minute. It wasn’t really in my plans, but, well, nothing much has been recently if I’m being honest.” Okay how could she not ask more after that, was he baiting her on purpose? These fucking brothers. He did look....a little...off though. It was hard to say for sure because they really didn’t know each other too well, but, he generally had a calm and in control demeanour about him. Right now however, he seemed the slightest bit rattled, or maybe surprised? It was hard to tell.

“Sasuke was right, you’re very easy to read.” Her mouth dropped open, chopstick mid air (again). He smiled, maybe to soften the blow?

“It’s not been the best couple of months for me.  A lot of...unplanned things have been happening. However, nothing to worry about. Everything will work out in the end, it always does.” He smiled softly and tilted his head and...and Sakura just hoped her blush didn’t look as strong as it felt.

“Well, I’m glad you’re so optimistic, and you can tell Sasuke to shove it, he’s not in my good books right now even though everything ‘worked out in the end’ as both of you, actually, put it.” Sakura made sure to scrunch her nose as she let out her distaste for his brother. Sasuke owed her, even if she liked Itachi and had definitely warmed up to the idea of staying with him the longer they sat together. Itachi and her had met, and even spoken before, but never as casually or as personally as this. He was often very short when at the Uchiha home, their encounters fairly brief for the most part.

“Finish up Sakura, I’ll treat you to some tea and dessert while we talk about the apartment and this coming year together.” Before he finished speaking he had waived Daiki over and paid for what she owed after her coupon, not even looking over to see if she was agreeable. He was so...confident. And a new kind of sexy, one she maybe hadn’t been subscribed to before but definitely was now. Okay this time her blush definitely stained her face, no way he didn’t notice. Did he not know what his voice and that tone...no, he couldn’t know, he was just being nice. As he always had been. Like normal Sakura, get out of your head dummy.

While she finished up her late dinner, she couldn’t stop the thoughts floating around in her head . Yes, she was definitely warming up to the idea of him.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

hey man, im new here, read the rules and everything. couple questions. -not-a-degen-anon

if i write to fill in a prompt on tumblr, do i need to put it into the nasuverse kink collection on ao3 like that recent medusa prompt that was sent.

for fanart in general, i do sketches so im not sure how that'd work, like a 1-2 page comic or fanart of said characters doing stuff w.o dialogue? but in general for art, if i fill a prompt i still gotta tag it onto the ao3 collection you guys have ?

for old prompts on ur dreamwidth smth, should i still add that onto the ao3 collections?

do you necessary want us to tag you on tumblr for any claims or stuff we did for the prompt, like i have an acct but i barely use this site since its been 6 years. also, since you guys crosspost on ao3 for any stuff that was filled/done should i sent you a link for a completed work i did if you guys didnt see it or reblogged about it? if things get buried

Hello anon!

The ao3 collection exists for three reasons:

Archival. When people want to look up the fills that have already been filled, a lot of them find it easier to go on a full ao3 list you can sort by tags and such, rather than on tumblr where you have to wade through every fill ever made to find what interests you.

So that I, personally, can see it, and crosspost it here. Usually, people directly message me here when they've done a fill. But sometimes they don't, and so the only way for me to know a fill exist is if something new has been added to the ao3 collection. If you make a fill, but don't add it to the collection & don't inform me of it, I will not crosspost it here (because even if I see it, I will assume you don't want to be put on blast for whatever reason. Privacy is important.)

(Not relevant to your question but) so there is a way for people to send prompts/do fills that does not rely on tumblr.

What I mean is: adding your fill to the ao3 collection is optional. If you don't want to add your fill there, it's fine. Plenty of people do fills outside of ao3 (namely art fills, but we've gotten some fics via tumblr and google doc too) and can't add them to the ao3 collection. That's fine too. I would prefer of you added your fills to the ao3 collection because it makes things easier for me as a mod, but don't worry about it. It's not mandatory. This applies to the dreamwidth prompts too, if you fill a prompt from there you can add it to the ao3 collection, or not. Up to you.

Likewise, you don't need to tag me on your fills. It's just one way people have to inform me that they've done a fill. If you'd prefer send me an ask with a link to your fill, that is perfectly fine. (Or use the submission box, this one does not require to be logged on tumblr, it might be more useful to you?)

TL;DR: The ao3 collection + tagging me on tumblr are just ways to inform me a fill exists, if you want to do things differently that's fine by me. If it's been a few days and your fill still isn't up, feel free to send me a message, it's possible I missed it.

I hope I answered all your queries. If I was unclear or missed anything, feel free to ask for clarification, I will gladly provide c}:

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[featherwriter]

QUESTION TO FOLLOWERS:

Would you like me to continue posting fics on tumblr?

If so, please give this post a like so that I know there's an audience here still!

Ok, some longer thoughts on this question below:

Recompense is finished! Wow what a fic. Literally five years ago I started that thing, but it's finally done and I've had a real burst of creative energy and have been writing on the sequels to it!

However, I'm trying to figure out if it's worth my time to continue posting fics over here on this blog. For those who follow me elsewhere, you may have realized that my Archive of Our Own account gets fic updates from me more regularly than this blog does. While I do try to crosspost most things over here eventually, it's usually quite a delay. (Fanfic.net is more delayed than that, I admit my FF account languishes more than the others.)

Part of the reason for that is that I tend to do more formatting here to try to make things easier, given that tumblr is not a website innately designed to host multi-chapter fanfics, so I tend to make navigation buttons with links at the beginning of end of my fics here, and a masterpost that compiles all the chapter links together. I also like to make little gif banners to set the mood of the fic over here, for presentation's sake.

That said... I'm wondering if all this extra effort is worth it. Do people actually read fics using this blog or this page? Or do most people simply use AO3 these days anyway and I'm doing a bunch of extra effort for not much gain. Would you prefer that I just link to AO3 instead of posting fics in full here?

I'd love to hear actual feedback on what readers would prefer, if people have any for me. Or simply give this post a like if you want me to keep posting here. If nothing is heard, I may stop doing all the fanfic posting here, and simply consolidate to AO3 alone.

Regardless of results, you can almost always expect that the most up-to-date fics from me and first releases are going to continue to be on AO3. For example, Recompense (which is part 2 in this very old series, A Crow's Rescue) now has a fully complete (if short) sequel on AO3, Requiem. And part 4, Renaissance, is also starting to have chapters posting, which I expect to continue for a bit!

Would you like me to post Requiem and Renaissance over here as well? Or is it easier to just link to them? Or do people not really care about fics on tumblr anymore?

Please let me know! And for anyone who reads my fics, thank you so much! As any fic writer knows, comments, kudos, and likes are the fuel that keeps us going, knowing our stories made somebody else smile.

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I Thought There Was Only One Avatar Of Envy?

All my works will be crossposted onto my ao3 account as well, so if you’ve read this before, it’s because I posted it there as well.

Here’s the link if you’d prefer to read on ao3

TW: Mentioned eating disorder, suicidal thoughts, mentioned self-harm and obsessive/yandere behaviour

Despite Mammon being a social butterfly, he didn’t have any friends. Not real ones, at least. Be this due to his bad reputation, his past as an angel that most pure-blooded demons weren’t found of or some other reason, nobody wanted to be his friend, much less associated with him. It hurt the first few years but he realised that he didn’t need friends, so he was alright (no, he wasn’t). And he totally didn’t jump at the chance to have a friend.

It was a bad day for Mammon, he had woken up late and couldn’t get any breakfast, but it didn’t matter, (it’s not like he ate much anyway) it wasn’t important. Mammon got the results back in curses and hexes where he got a very low mark, almost failing the course! He knew Lucifer would get on his case for it. Probably something about setting an example for other demons to follow even though his standards were too high, even for a demon lord. Not only that, but he forgot his lunch money in his rush to leave so he couldn’t eat all day (not like it was the first time he hadn’t eaten) and, to top it all off, he didn’t look at the forecast for Devildom so he didn’t bring his umbrella.

So done with the day, he found an abandoned classroom to hide in to wait out the rain. His brothers had already went home without him so it’s not like they would be any help (moving forwards without him and leaving him behind again, why did everyone leave). Mammon couldn’t say it was just a terrible day, he had too many in a row to call it just a day. These bad days occurred more often than good ones and had been going on ever since he came to Devildom and it was only getting worse the longer he spent there. Maybe it would be better if he left, Mammon thought to himself. That was his breaking point.

Mammon let himself cry for the first time since Lilith’s death or was it the first time Lucifer punished him in Devildom? Who cared, that wasn’t important. He knew if Lucifer saw him he’d say it wasn’t proper for a lord to cry over something so pitiful as a bad day and how it would stain Diavolo’s reputation if he kept that up. Then he would punish him for having feeling. Through his sobbing, he didn’t hear the door open nor the footsteps until he felt a hand place itself on his head.

“Are you okay?” Asked a voice in a gentle tone.

Embarrassed at being caught during his pity party (why he thought it was good to do it in school was beyond him), Mammon tried to wipe his tears away before looking up and putting on his usual grin. If it wasn’t for how red his eyes were and how he was sobbing intensely, nobody would suspect he had been crying.

“Of course I’m okay!” Proclaimed Mammon before finishing with his self-appointed title, “I’m The Great Mammon!”

Now that he was looking at the person, he realised it was Mephistopheles, President of the RAD Newspaper Club. Or was until he was forced to step down. Out of everyone, it had to be the biggest blabber mouth in the school.

“No, you’re not okay,” Mephistopheles stated. It didn’t take much observational skill to see Mammon was upset, it was just a matter of why.

So, after ages of convincing Mammon to confide in him, Mammon, against his better judgement, told Mephistopheles everything. From his brother’s punishment, his brothers’ insults, his struggle to eat, depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm and more problems. He described how it hurt that the brothers he had raised almost singlehandedly, and only singlehandedly in the case of Satan, pushed him away like he was nothing to them, a nobody. How it hurt the big brother he always looked up to and was encouraged by only saw him as a burden anymore.

Throughout the explanation, Mephistopheles only listened or asked questions but never interrupted. Once the rain died down and Mammon obviously wasn’t done with his rant, they both took to walking around Devildom and even went to get bufo egg milk tea. Mammon got his in the flavour hell poison honey whilst Mephistopheles got his in green tea. After, they went to Madam Screams where they got a couple chococrunch and hell cream cat tongue cookies.

They both walked and talked until it got darker and was close to midnight. Instead of leaving him to find his way back to the House of Lamentation, Mephistopheles invited his new friend to come and spend the night at his house. It made Mammon’s heart skip a beat. He was allowed to go to someone else’s house? He trusted him to not steal? When they were both at Mephistopheles’ house and Mammon laid down, he felt warm in more than one way. If this was what it was like to have a friend, then he never wanted it to end.

That night was not the last Mammon spent at Mephistopheles’ house but was the first of many. It didn’t matter if Lucifer chewed him out the first time for not telling him when he was stayed over or that he was staying over too often, it was always worth it in his eyes. It’s not like Lucifer had any reason to complain except to be a bitch since Mammon’s grades had been getting better. Mephistopheles was really smart and taught the material in a way Mammon could understand better. Perhaps he had been spending a lot of time at Mephis’ house to the point where he had a toothbrush there and clothes but how could he stop?

The brothers were furious that Mammon had this new friend who he was spending all his free time with like he used to with them. And it had to be Mephistopheles of all people! Being replaced by a smart or charming demon was one thing, but the school creep who got kicked out the club he started due to him going off the deep end? It was more than insulting to the brothers.

Mammon used to barge into Lucifer’s office and demand his attention and Lucifer missed this part of their routine, even if he was too prideful to admit it out loud. He loved Mammon worrying over his well-being and even going as far to pamper him with his favourite foods and drinks. He remembered in the Celestial Realm when he wasn’t too prideful to ask for help that Mammon would relieve him of some of his paperwork so he could have more time with the rest of his siblings.

He tried to concentrate on the paperwork sat in front of him but it was too hard. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was expecting Mammon to bust through the door to his study and drag him out claiming ‘he needed to eat or else’ and Lucifer would happily follow along this time. But the time staring at his door went by and still no Mammon.

Mammon was too busy with that Mephistopheles he’d befriended. It left a bad taste in his mouth that he’d been replaced so easily. At first, Lucifer was happy he made a friend because Mammon started to leave the house more often, the quiet leaving Lucifer feeling relaxed now that Mammon stopped causing a ruckus in the house every few minutes. But now he hated it.

Mammon, his favourite brother, the cutest in his opinion, the worrywart motherly type was now stolen by some underserving, low-levelled vermin. Lucifer was especially distracted by these thoughts after what he saw in the hallway at RAD. Mephistopheles was being handfed food by Mammon, food that only took Lucifer a glance to know Mammon had made (the same lunch he made all of them when they had fallen to Devildom) and Mephistopheles was enjoying it too much. In his opinion, he shouldn’t be enjoying that treatment at all, Lucifer should.

It only got worse when Mephistopheles kissed Mammon’s cheek. And while Mammon was busy flushing red and stuttering (that adorable stutter he’d do when Lucifer complimented him), Lucifer saw red.

Before Lucifer knew it, a possessive growl rumbled in his throat, his demon form unfurled for all to see, claws bared as if to strike down that unworthy Mephistopheles and rescue his Mammon. When he realised that he was in his demon form, Lucifer took a deep breath. He had to calm down, after all, he was the avatar of pride, not the avatar of envy. That was Leviathan’s job.

Leviathan was currently playing games in his room and it was the best! He was having so much fun! There was no Mammon to drag him out of his sanctuary and away from his precious anime. Or to play with him and make him lose with his scummy skills. It was better with his online friends, not some noob. It was perfect!

But not really.

Mammon brought Levi food and drinks, would make sure he went to bed at a reasonable time and would drag him out to touch grass. Ever since that Mephistopheles came, he ruined everything. Levi’s player two never played with him anymore. Usually, it was Mammon who approach him but he approached Mammon. And then Mammon said he was busy!

Levi stewed in his thoughts, completely abandoning the game he was playing in favour of this jealous train of thoughts. Just then, his phone pinged with a notification from Devilgram. Levi usually didn’t bother checking his feed unless it was from one of the important accounts he followed but anything to distract him from his loneliness. If only he checked who posted beforehand.

It was Mammon’s account and the photo was of him and his new ‘bestie’, Mephistopheles. But what they were doing made him go into a jealous fit. Mammon and Mephistopheles were playing a game, a game called Ruri-Chan’s Battle Royal, the same game he asked Mammon to play.

Leviathan could admit that he was jealous, he was the avatar of envy so he wasn’t embarrassed by it unlike most. And there was nothing he was better at than being envious. Especially when someone else had something he wanted.

Satan was angry. Nothing was new there but the reason for his wrath was. Instead of Lucifer or some inconvenience being the cause of his ire, it was Mephistopheles’ fault.

Satan had more time to sort out his books without Mammon running wild and distracting him. And after the shipment he got of new books he just read, it was getting too hazardous to leave them on the floor. He had embarrassingly tripped up more than once. He remembered Mammon always reminding him to put the books away once he was finished with them whenever he thought it was too messy. So, he cleared out a day in his schedule to order them back onto the shelves by genre, author and alphabet, in that order. As he was placing the books to different sections for genre, it was inevitable he would find some old books he had forgotten about.

The one he found was a book of memories, more ones of him as a child and Mammon, or Mammy as he called him back then. He had read that it was something families did in one of his books so Mammon had entertained him. Flipping through the happy memories, Satan smiled. Reliving them again was what he now wanted to do all day; he could finish sorting the books tomorrow. Now he just had to find Mammon! Oh, yeah. He was with his new friend, Mephistopheles.

Satan spent all his free time at school in the library reading one of the many books he had picked. Being in the library had perks such as a quiet space to read, books, being able to hear what everyone was doing, secrets being spilled, Mammon reading aloud- wait. Mammon reading? Getting up and turning a corner, Mammon was reading to his new friend, Mephistopheles. At the time, Satan thought nothing of it but now he remembered, it was just like how Mammon read to him when he was a child.

Being too angry to do anything but plot the murder of that trash daring to steal away his Mammy, he didn’t immediately realise he wasn’t just angry but jealous. He was the avatar of wrath, not envy! Though, he thought, it didn’t change the fact that he might as well be the second avatar of envy.

Asmodeus, on the other hand, had gotten ready and went to The Fall, he had a good time with some women there which is to say he had sex with them. For the first time in a long time, he barely had enough condoms. Mammon always reminded him to bring them but he wasn’t there.

Asmodeus wasn’t shy about missing Mammon, he had been telling his older brother whenever they saw each other. Which wasn’t often. He even invited the second born to his special spa day followed by a night at The Fall, an event he rarely allows others to accompany him to. And what did his brother say? Well, he was grateful of course and immediately fawned over how amazing and generous his favourite younger brother is!

Except he didn’t. In fact, he blew him off and said he had more important things to attend! And what was that? When he finished his orgy and was walking back from one of his favourite spa days in recent years, he saw a familiar head of white hair.

It was his brother with Mephistopheles. He blew Asmo off for that unattractive worm? How appalling! They were both having so much fun and Mammon was smiling. It was a bright smile, the same one that was said to light up the room in the Celestial Realm. When was the last time Mammon had smiled like that? Since the Celestial Realm?

Looking in the mirror, the self-deprecating thoughts that Mammon had helped him conquer years ago returned. Except they were targeted in a different way. Ones how he wasn’t good enough, he couldn’t compare to Mephistopheles, not when all he did was insult Mammon. Even though he was the avatar of lust, all he felt currently was envy for the bond shared between Mephistopheles and Mammon.

Beelzebub had been eating Mammon’s dinner that he didn’t eat anymore due to him having it with Mephistopheles. He remembered that dinner in the Celestial Realm wasn’t mandatory but the brothers spent time with each other because they wanted to. Once the brothers fell to the Devildom, Mammon forced each of the brothers to spend time together once a day eating. It was to help them get used to the changes that the new realm had and to make them get used to the new brother they had gained. It slowly became tradition to sit around and eat breakfast and dinner together, Lucifer did chase the others up if they weren’t there so maybe it was more mandatory.

But now the person who made this happen seemed to not care about it anymore, like he would rather spend his time with someone else than his brothers. It made sense as he was insulted most of the time that any of the brothers saw him but it still hurt Beel to be replaced. He didn’t insult Mammon, though he didn’t help him either.

Mammon always gave Beel more food than the others when it was his turn to cook, even so far as half of his own plate all because of Beel’s voracious appetite. That’s why it hurt him to see Mammon giving food to Mephistopheles instead of him and patted Mephistopheles’ head just like he used to do to Beel when they first fell. He felt hurt to see someone else be looked after by his older brother instead of him anymore. He wished to be given food by his (favourite) older brother.

For the first time since their fall, he didn’t feel hunger for food but the affection given by Mammon specifically. This need grew, causing him to try and fill this new hunger with food instead of affection. (And if he was more affectionate with Belphie, who would complain?)

It didn’t work.

Beel was so hungry for Mammon’s affection but couldn’t receive any due to Mammon never being there anymore. Beel had gone looking every day for the past two weeks but could never find Mammon. It was like he didn’t even live there anymore! (And that thought more than one made him curl up on Mammon’s bed and cry.) It made him panic, not being able to fill the void with food, making Belphie worry. He was jealous that Mephistopheles got what he wanted.

Instead of being the avatar of gluttony, it seemed he had replaced Levi as the avatar of envy.

Belphegor didn’t realise that Mammon wasn’t around there anymore since he was asleep at every opportunity he could get. It wasn’t until Beel had come in crying in the middle of a panic attack that he noticed. And now that he knew, it was hard to forget with all the damage Mammon left behind.

Lucifer wasn’t taking care of himself, too busy waiting for someone else to do it. A someone who was taking care of someone else.

Leviathan was going outside and bringing in random people to game with, post how much they were having on Devilgram then that demon was never seen in the house again. It was obvious he was trying to make someone jealous, even though that someone didn’t care.

Satan was more irritable than usual, which was hell, but would cry in his bedroom when he thought he was alone over pictures of someone he was waiting to be comforted by. That same someone who had abandoned him.

Asmodeus was taking more modelling gigs, going out more often, all to be noticed. Noticed by someone who wouldn’t look his way anymore.

Beelzebub was eating and crying, not being able to fill that empty space. A space left by someone who might not come back.

That someone was Mammon.

Belphegor looked around at his brothers and decided they were a mess that he was going to fix. All he needed to do was bring Mammon back and it would all go back to normal, he would also get to sleep in peace. It was a victory for everyone!

So Belphie started his mission to make the house normal again and it wasn’t going well. He started sleeping in Mammon’s room with Beel to catch him once he came back. But he never did. He then interrogated all of Mammon’s friends, or at least the useless idiots he was with in RAD, only to find out that they hadn’t been hanging out with him ever since he became friends with Mephistopheles. He had no leads other than following Mammon after a class that they shared to drag him back to the house. It was at the end of the day so he wouldn’t get in trouble if he went home.

Following Mammon, he was joined by Beel who also wanted to see Mammon and Satan, who’s animosity almost got them caught as it was sensed by Mammon. He looked in all direction to find the aura but he wasn’t able to find it, he shrugged it off and continued. Along the way, they also collected Levi who was too invested in watching Mammon to comment about how this was like one of his anime. And Asmo, who for once accepted that the attention wasn’t on him. Even Lucifer joined although he said it was to keep an eye on them.

When Mammon saw Mephistopheles, he ran up to him and jumped in his arms, hugging him towards him like his life depended on it. Instead of throwing him off, he held him close like he meant the world. This was unacceptable! How dare he hold their Mammon with those underserving hands! And that joyous laugh he let out should only be for them!

Belphie hadn’t experienced the same envy the others did so he hadn’t understood but now he did. It was a twisting, ugly feeling that made him want to rip out his squeezing heart. He had to get serious now if he wanted to bring Mammon back.

Leviathan was overwhelmed by the envy coming off his brothers, it was influencing his own which forced him to transform into his demon form. Levi really wanted to rip that fucking cunt away but he couldn’t, not when he looked so happy. Even if it made Levi sad. He hadn’t seen Mammon look that way for ages and he would let him stay that way for awhile longer.

“Hey, does Mammon look different?” Asmo asked. Levi was glad he wasn’t the only one to notice.

Now that everyone was looking, they could see the difference between the Mammon they knew and this Mammon. Mammon’s uniform for once wasn’t messy and it seemed like he had a black shirt underneath instead of the teal they were used to. Not only that but it seemed that Mammon had a clip in his hair, a yellow, glittery one in the shape of a star. The biggest difference was how happy Mammon was in front of Mephistopheles.

The brothers watched them from the shadows as the oblivious pair hugged, laughed and smiled together. It wasn’t until that wretch pushed Mammon’s hair back on his forehead and kissed it did the brothers jealousy peak. Almost akin to a hivemind, the 6 demon lords shared one thought.

“We must take back our Mammon at all costs.”

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