#i think i need to just genderbend a few of them. sobs

[singeryuri]

my day be so. okay i guess. and then BOOM randomly REALLY stressed about how many of my self inserts look super feminine.

[sanddusted-wisteria]

Doodle Dump, 4/2024 - Now (part 2)

I hit the image limit on the last part, so here's the rest of my doodling lol.

[Another long post below]

Qi needs to be bridal/princess carried. idk what else to say aldkfjlakdr

I seriously doubt that the builder's able to get off completely psychologically unscathed from all the spoiler events, especially if they're anything like Wis and just wanted to live their silly simple lil builder life :( This idea and others like it are being shelved for the moment bc her longfic is already a ton to think about and that only takes us to the end of the spoiler arc...

Tears prickled at Qi’s own eyes as his heart swelled. The lump in his throat stoppered any words he could have said. He held her tighter, feeling an ache with every one of her sobs. “I’m just…e-exhausted,” Wisteria whispered as her tears subsided enough for her to speak. She sniffed, taking another shaky breath in. “I-I…I never asked for any of this. This…this ‘hero’ bullshit. I just w-w… I never— I-I-I…” She gasped a few shallow breaths. “I’m just a builder…”

Mel (@/illusidy) introduced me to this great pencil brush on CSP (SU cream pencil) and I've been using it ever since :>

Another outfit for Wis <3

Since Wis is a clone, she and the others would make for a sick blind box/gacha series asldkrlakj

Also, underneath all the heavyhanded emotions and symbolism I'm writing for her, Wis always exists like this in my brain.

What a nerd. <3

We were thinking up genderbends over on OTAS, and the only name I could come up with for M!Wis was "Winston" 💀 It sounded like a butler name, so his story is that he was hired by Yan to make him look all cool and rich lol. What he really wants is to open his own hotel, but that's expensive, so he has to do other bit work he can with a hospitality degree. Probably bonds with Qi in that both of them have big dreams and an interest in relics, until oops, they're crushing on each other. Qi'll probably offer Winston an assistant position so he can earn more than the pennies that Yan gives him...totally not bc he likes him and hates watching him toil for nothing...

Some silly doodles with Duvos!Wis, ft. @/spookemsdukems 's "Builder", @/florisam 's Lev, and @peenuttg 's Saran :> (don't worry, she's got a newer prosthetic elsewhere...she's just keeping "Builder" occupied)

I just needed to see them in lab coats :>

And that's it for now! Hopefully I'll be better about posting stuff here in the future lol. Thanks for reading if you've made it all the way down both posts. <3

[bambirex]

So, I finished two assigments today, and inspiration for writing hasn't hit yet but I'm a bit bored, so I decided to share some interesting facts about my fics that no one asked for:

Bed of Roses, Pleasure Cruise, my very first fanfiction, wasn't supposed to be posted. My ex of 1,5 years dumped me, and I wrote this as a sort of therapy, just for myself. I thought "hmm, not enough genderbent Queen, especially genderbent!poly!queen... Eh, you know what, I'm just gonna write it myself, for my own entertainment!" So, I wrote this on my old laptop, in a word document, hidden from anyone else. I only wrote it in English, because I was getting a little rusty and wanted to improve my skills. I had about eight chapters done before I decided to create an ao3 account, and posted the first chapter to see the reactions- which were all super positive! At the beginning, it was meant to be pure smut and nothing else, but seeing how incredibly immersed my readers were in the characters and their relationship, I decided to give it some more depth in the end. It was also meant to contain a random pool party/pool sex chapter, but I didn't know where to fit it in, so that got lost in the ether. 😂

When it comes to my one-shots, or fics submitted to a fic event, My Baby Does Me Good is my least favorite I've ever written. I think this was the most boring, subpar fic I ever churned out- which is incredibly surprising, considering how popular it was! 😃 Funny how that is.

A Miracle On Earth had two, pretty funny accidents. One, it wasn't meant to be modern au- I had to add the tag after realizing that I had Jane accidentally use a mobile phone in the first chapter. In retrospect, that was for the best- after all, how else would Freddie and Jane be able to have a baby through artificial insemination? I think the early chapters of this prove that I definitely needed a lot of time to improve as a writer. Two, I couldn't come up with a name for fem!Joe Fanelli - my stupid ass forgot that 'Jo' exists, and the only thing that came to mind was Jenny. Now, she is stuck with that one for good. I also intended for Jimercury to only have one kid- but for some inexplicable reason, I decided to give them a second one, through adoption. So, Gabriel Mercury-Hutton almost never existed.

The Garden Lodge Family Shenanigans series - after AMOE- was born as a sort of spite fic. I felt incredibly down after seeing how little comments AMOE got, but I was super invested in that AU, and I was like "fuck it, I'm gonna continue to beat a dead horse, and if people don't care, it's their loss!" This was probably my healthiest attitude in terms of fic-writing, like ever 😂 also, the responses so far were incredibly positive, so I'm glad I didn't give up!

If I talked about my least favorite fic, I need to mention my absolute favorite one-shot I've ever written, which is Thank God It's Christmas. I consider this a christmas gift for myself, as I was in a festive mood, and I love the OT5 (and I was a bit horny... Ahem). Once again, funny how this goes, because despite how much I loved writing this, it definitely didn't become as popular as I hoped 😂

Waiting For The Skies To Clear is the longest one-shot I've written so far, over 10.000 words. Despite that, I had it done in about one and a half hour- the words just kept flowing. This fic was one of the easiest for me to write, even though it was super long and quite heavy, too.

I actually considered writing Te Engemet, Én Tégedet fully in Hungarian, before realizing the odds of Hungarian Queen fans who are also into genderbending, is... Quite small 😂 So, I decided to have it available for anyone, instead. It was also the only fic where I literally cried while writing it, not just tearing up, but full on sobbing lmao

I almost gave up Keep Yourself Alive so many times, you have no idea. I absolutely had zero idea about where I wanted to go with that fic, and writer's block kept hitting me. But I powered through! I almost ended up writing the attack against Freddie as successful, but then I refrained, because I couldn't make myself do it, and I also peferred a happy ending.

I know it sounds horrifying in retrospect, but originally, Funny How Love Is wasn't supposed to contain The Clique. I brought them in for extra drama, and they soon became favorites, both to myself and my readers. I also considered going down the poly route, but changed my mind pretty quickly.

Can't Get No Relief, Lord was almost never born. I desperately wanted to write something for the Freddie Mercury Weekend, but I wasn't sure genderbent fics would be welcome. I also came across an influx of hate comments by the so-called "" "" "Freddie fans" "" "" ", and I didn't feel like dealing with that. If it wasn't for @a-froger-epic and her encouragment, I never would have written this. Also, writing this fic tore up a few wounds and brought some of my nasty internalized lesbophobia to the surface, so I was a wee bit depressed after finishing it. This fic is the only one that doesn't contain a wlw pairing.

Better Sit Back And Go (With The Flow) was originally meant to be much more light-hearted. I was considering writing about old Maylor babying the shit out of Addie Lambert, but then I went down a much angstier, heavier route- mostly because I was feeling down that day, and that was how I coped.

I don't want to spill too much, as this is is still a work in progress, but I hadn't even meant to write Deep Like The Sea just yet. But then Maycury Week came, I wanted to participate but had no other ideas, so I pushed the idea to the front. Delilah was meant to be some kind of smaller fish at first, but then I realized a dolphin would work much better.

Also a WIP, so I'm trying not to share too many spoilers, but Written In The Stars changed so much as it progressed. When I came up with the medieval Jimercury idea, I meant to have Jane as Freddie's handmaiden from the get-go, and no Phoebe and Jenny. I literally changed all that as I sat down to write the first chapter. I was also considering adding the other King girls, but I realized they wouldn't fit into the story too much. Paul was originally meant to be male!Mary at first - but even though I'm not a big fan of her, that would have felt a little too ooc, and decided to have Paul as my villain. It was also meant to be around 20 chapters, and yet, here I am at 47 chapters already 😂

And, lastly, most of you already know this, but Lilies of The Valley is based on a crazy dream I had after re-watching The L Word.

[babywarg]

untitled genderbend ironstrange (with some light froststrange) fic

Note: I’ve mentioned that there are no gendered pronouns in my native language, right? Well…I did my best to keep the gendered pronouns consistent in this fic, but please alert me if I missed anything.

***

Loki recently discovered that taking on the form of a seductive female Earthling made mischief somewhat easier and more fun to manage.

Somewhat.

There was just one big hitch:

Earth had a precocious Master of the Mystic Arts who was wise to her pranks.

And when Loki transformed into a seductive female Earthling, she got only 9 full Earth hours of fun before she was caught, restrained, and turned over to the Avengers.

By someone who pulled the exact same trick that she did.

Loki really should have known better than to underestimate humans. They had super-powered beings on their side now, and at least one of them was bound to be smarter than the rest.

But Loki saw a female in a gray T-shirt, a simple black jacket and slacks striding toward him, and her first thought was simply: “Is this comely creature offering herself as my consort as I take over the Earth?”

She didn’t have time for a second thought.

The female made a few gestures with her scarred, shaking hands, mumbled a few incantations - and Loki was trapped in magical red bands she could not escape from.

That was the only time she realized whom she was up against.

“Strange,” she slowly purred.

She had not recognized Strange in this form. The failing was hers, Loki acknowledged; she would have to be on her guard against pretty human females advancing toward her, next time. And not presume they just wanted to jump her pretty bones.

The female did not acknowledge this. But the color of her eyes, the scars on her hands, the touch of white on her temples - all were dead giveaways, upon a second look.

“You’re a mere Earthling,” Loki thought aloud. “Not even Sorcerer Supreme. How could you have acquired the power of the gods?”

The female stepped up closer to Loki, brushed strands of hair back from one of Loki’s ears, breathed a sigh.

“Well,” she answered, in a higher tone than Loki was expecting - but still low, still mercilessly sensual, “as we say here in Earth - ‘To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy.’” She stepped up even closer and whispered into Loki’s ear, “In case it hasn’t been clear: you really don’t want me as an enemy, Odinsson.”

***

What Strange didn’t tell the Avengers was, the shapeshifting spell took only hours to cast…but it lasted for weeks.

While riding it out, Stephen locked herself in the Sanctum. She restricted her consultations to phone, online, or magical-reflective-surface interactions.

This was a puzzle to everyone, including and especially the women in the team. “Is he ashamed of becoming a woman?” Natasha had asked.

Tony Stark set out to find the answer to that question.

Because he was smart, he contacted the Sanctum prior to his visit and asked the caretaker, Wong, what he could bring its Master as a gift.

Without hesitation, Wong answered “Chocolate. A lot of it. Please.”

So, brushing aside the weirdness of that brief exchange, Tony knocked on the doors of the New York Sanctum in his best suit…with a box of chocolates tucked under one arm.

He found the Master of the New York Sanctum in the sitting room, looking forlorn and irritable and just a little bit sick.

She grabbed the box of chocolates from under his arm before she even acknowledged his presence.

Tony stuck his hands in his pockets and watched with unabashed wonder as Stephen popped one bit of chocolate after another into her mouth, all the while making ridiculously erotic sounds with her lovely lips.

Tony cleared his throat and remarked, “You’ve been hiding out here a lot.”

Around a mouthful of chocolate, she frowned at him and asked, in a husky voice that might or might not have meant to sound as sexy as it did: “Why is this a concern?”

“I was wondering if you were ashamed of being a woman now.” A terminally attractive woman around his age - maybe a little younger - with features that hit all of his pleasure centers, Tony wanted to mention…but he was going to save that for when they knew each other better, maybe. Then it wouldn’t seem so creepy.

...Not that asking someone if she was “ashamed of being a woman now” wasn’t creepy. But Tony had already taken that under consideration. Facts needed to be established.

“I’m not ashamed,” Stephen snapped. “I’m bleeding.”

Tony blinked, slowly understanding.

Stephen sighed and set the box of chocolates down on the nearest surface.

“It is very…very, very, very uncomfortable,” she tried to explain. “I know we studied this in med school, I know it’s a fact of life, but - how do women do it?”

(Was it a bad time to notice how cute Stephen was when distressed? Tony didn’t have much of a chance to witness this. Stephen-the-man always made an effort to look cool, unflappable.)

“You’re a doctor,” Tony carefully suggested. “Can’t you take something for pain relief?”

“It’s because I’m a doctor that I’m reluctant to take medicine,” she irritably argued. “I’ll need an ultrasound, among other tests, to determine if there are any abnormalities that may be complicated by medicine, even over the counter ones. I mean - this just can’t hurt that much if there’s nothing wrong, right…?”

“Er…” Tony was pretty sure that wasn’t how it worked…but he just didn’t think it was wise to contradict a medical professional.

“I know I can just cast a spell to see what’s going on in the pipes, but I’m honestly damned if I feel like doing that right now.” A sharp cramp hit her, and she winced. “Ow.”

“Well,” Tony said, “speaking as someone who’s had a fair amount of women friends, I imagine the chocolate would help…”

Stephen waited for the cramping to subside, then she answered, in a much milder tone, “It-it does help. Some. Thank you.”

On his part, Tony breathed a silent “thank you” to Wong, who’d advised him to bring the chocolates in the first place.

(Wong must know a great deal about women, Tony surmised, with not a little awe. He made a mental note to take Wong aside to explore that notion, at a later time.)

“When you’re feeling better,” Tony ventured, taking advantage of the calmer atmosphere, “would you maybe think about going out to dinner with me?”

All calm dissipated from the air between them. “In what capacity?” Stephen asked, eyeing Tony warily.

“As my date.”

Stephen’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re just asking me out because I have a vagina right now,” she ventured. “I assure you, Stark, this…condition is temporary.”

“Joke’s on you, I’ve been wanting to ask you out since I first laid eyes on you,” Tony acidly retorted. “Your ‘condition’ doesn’t matter. You’re always so busy, I just needed an excuse to see you alone before I could finally ask.”

That seemed to sway Stephen some to his side. But she still didn’t seem convinced.

“Look,” Tony patiently continued, “when I said ‘when you’re feeling better,’ it could be when you’re back in your male body. Or not. I don’t care. I just want time to hang out with you. Vagina optional.”

A small chuckle escaped Stephen. It almost sounded like a sob.

“Don’t fuck with me while I’m hormonal,” she groaned, holding her head. “Right now, that sounds like the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, and I think that means I’m not thinking straight.”

Tony stepped up closer to her. “You don’t have to give an answer right now…”

“Good,” Stephen said miserably, “get lost. Let me think about it.”

“…but would it sweeten the deal if I said I was going to work with the Department of Defense to strengthen interstellar monitoring efforts and make sure Loki doesn’t pull weird shit like last time?”

Despite herself, Stephen laughed, heartily.

“I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t,” she softly admitted.

“Awesome,” Tony remarked, genuinely relieved. “I’ll wait for your decision.”

He turned to leave, and he heard behind him:

“Tomorrow. Seven PM. Pick me up here. And it had better be a place where they serve good chocolate fondue.”

Tony smiled. “Noted,” he answered. He waved his hand without turning, and walked out feeling like a major long-term goal had just been reached.

[soranokuma]

The Marks of Reunion

Day 6: Reunions | Dreams |Genderbend AU for @wangxianweek

Link: AO3 | FF

Warning: Angst

Characters: Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi

Relationships: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian

Summary:  The mark on his chest no longer said: Get lost. Now, it said: I love you too.

A/N: This is part 2 of the Soulmate AU. Part 3 is coming soon for Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian’s wedding! Also, special thanks to @ineffableboyfriends and @nanthebread for giving the explanation of Lan Sizhui’s name! <3 

Part 1| Part 2

The world had lost its color the moment he opened his eyes. His world had become black and white like a book that was nearing the end of its life. It seemed like it was only yesterday when he heard the loud and colorful voice of his love, calling and teasing him endlessly until it fell quiet. The owner of that voice was no longer there.

The man that he loved was gone.

Everything became a deafening silent then. The sound of his guqin playing the same song over and over again for years became a routine for the Cloud Recesses to hear. For him, it was a song of hope that slowly faded over the year into nothingness. Yet, he kept on hoping, wishing for the soul of his loved one to return his inquiry… but there was nothing.

For years, Wei Ying’s soul never returned. His soul never returned to the land of the living to become a restless ghost. It was then when he knew that until his death, Wei Ying never held any grudges against those who killed him.

Against those who pushed him away after he helped them win the war.

If he could cling to Wei Ying’s soul, he would. He would hold the soul of his beloved one forever and never let go. He wanted to live with this person, but now all he wanted was to die with him. Lan Wangji wanted to die together with Wei Wuxian. And, he really thought that he would… He had nothing to live for when he couldn’t see the remains of him. But, how could the love of his life be so selfish, leaving behind a boy that no one wanted to take care of?

Leaving behind a boy when he knew that all Lan Wangji wanted was to die with him…

And, now he had to go on living. If it wasn’t for him, then it was for the boy — the son of Wei Ying and him. Even if his heart wanted to scream and rip apart everything, he had to live and hold on because now, someone needed him. The boy, A-Yuan needed him now more than ever after Wei Ying left him.

When A-Yuan didn’t remember the face of his father, it pained him. It hurt knowing that Wei Ying would never see his son, and A-Yuan would never remember his father ever again. Then, when his son started to question his parents, Lan Wangji had nothing to say to him.

“HanGuang-Jun, am I a bad kid? Is that why my parents left me?”

It broke his heart when he heard the small and trembling voice asking him. His son was on the verge of crying when he asked. But, all Lan Wangji could think of was how much Wei Ying must have loved him. Even adored his own son to the point of sacrificing himself to keep the small boy safe while hiding in the Burial Mounds.

“Lan Yuan, your father loves you so much that he sacrificed himself,” was the only sentence that could come out from his mouth. Anything more than that, he would probably cry together with his son.

“Lan Yuan,” he called his son’s name, calming and comforting, as he picked him up and held him. “You have to remember how much your father loves you. Just like I do to you.”

He cried, a few sheds of tears escaped his eyes as he held their son in his hands tight. It was hard for him to keep his feelings under. He wanted to break into pieces but how could he when his son was already doing that? How could he break when their son was missing his father?

He took a deep breath, trying the best he could to stay calm and collected as his son sobbed onto his clothes. Lan Wangji buried his nose onto his son’s hair while his hand caressing the boy’s back, calming him in a way he could.

And that night, they slept together. Lan Yuan didn’t want to sleep with anyone else but with his father, and Lan Wangji only hummed in approval.

As seasons turned to years, the sound of his guqin stayed the same. The soft and calming melody filled the air as he asked the same questions every single day. Wei Ying was the only name he could ask about, and every day the answer would be the same…

He had stopped crying. The pain in his heart numbed itself to the touch of others and his eyes had lost its life. It still hurt, but he could handle it. Some nights were bearable than others, and when it wasn’t, he couldn’t help but to look at the night sky and think of their memories together. He couldn’t help it. His tears, every single one of them, ended up flowing towards the person he loved. His tears, the pain in his heart, and the writing on his chest were all just reminding him of Wei Ying.

All he wanted to know was for how long did he have to endure this. How long until he could die for him to be together with the person he so loved?

But, he left the thoughts behind as his fingers stopped and rested on top of the strings. Lan Yuan, their son still needed him. He smiled imagining how Wei Ying reacted if he knew that their son had become a Lan disciple now. That his son had grown up to become something his father could be proud of if he ever returned.

His last tears dropped down to his clothes and he looked at the bright moon shining its light to his study room. All he could think of was him…The way Wei Ying smiled at him, teased him, and even fought with him on the rooftop of their school over a jar of alcohol.

Was this what it felt like to love someone?

Lan Wangji only smiled, a small and pathetic smile that only himself could see. He was tired, of course, he was since he had just returned from the night-hunt. He wasn’t expecting anything when he heard someone was practicing the dark arts to stir up some problems, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Wei Ying’s spirit or even possession. It was entirely something different, so he took care of it with the other learning disciples.

Oh, how he wished for it to be Wei Wuxian. How he wished to talk to him just one last time before he could let go of this love and live by himself.

But, it wasn’t him. In the end, nothing was him no matter how hard he looked…

With jars of sake hidden underneath the floor and the marks on his chest, he couldn't help but think of Wei Ying.「滚」was the word on his chest that never allowed him to forget of that time. When they were hidden in the cave after everything went down in the Nightless city. He knew how reckless he was to keep giving his own spiritual power when he was already so weak. But, he couldn’t help it. He wanted to know, make sure that there was a way to remove the damage in his beloved’s mind.

Yet, he was always too late. Lan Wangji himself was exhausted and without his spiritual power, it was impossible to both protect Wei Ying and reverse the damage caused by the dark arts.

It was then when his brother, Lan Xichen showed up along with his uncles. Thirty-three whips on his back to pay for his and Wei Ying’s sins. Yet, he failed to see who was in the wrong despite paying such a price.

He sighed as the bell rang and the night went past the Lan sect’s sleeping time. The jar of sake on the table and glass on his hand, it reminded him of Wei Ying. How much he loved drinking the Emperor’s Smile despite going against the rules. Now, Lan Wangji was sitting inside his study room and drinking the alcohol. It tasted bittersweet, just like his unreturned love.

“Wei Ying.”

A tear fell down his cheek. Just how cruel could their life be with the last word of their soulmate written on their chest, piercing his heart to no end and reminding him of his failure every day.

A soulmark was what the writing on his chest called. They didn’t know how this was caused or what was the reason for it to exist in the first place. All they knew was that everyone must have a soulmate in their life because of this. And, no one ever knew if the person they were in love with was their soulmate or not because the word only appeared right before one of them die. The word that was written was the last word said to them by their loved one. This was why he rushed to be by Wei Ying’s side when he realized the writing on his chest.

Yet, he still didn’t get to see him at all. And this time, it was his fault. It was all his fault for leaving the one he loved in there. He should’ve taken him back to Gusu. He should’ve pleaded before all of his uncles and brother to accept Wei Ying even if they had to live in seclusion forever.

He should have… but nothing changes the reality he lived now.

Nothing changed the fact that Wei Ying was gone, leaving him behind to mourn after all these years.

Lan Wangji had given up hope though the sound of his guqin still played the same song every day. His heart was no longer hoping for miracles that would never come. If he had to live like this, let it be it. He had accepted the fact that he wanted to live with no one but him, even after all these years went by.

Today marked the thirteen years since he had taken Lan Yuan to his new home. Today was also the day he wanted to give his son a proper courtesy name for others to call.

「蓝思追」Lan Sizhui was the name that he chose for his son.

Even though he tried to give up so many times, he couldn’t completely let go of the feeling in his heart. He continued to yearn for the one he couldn’t have. Thus, it was how his son’s name came from — “to yearn for” or “to pine for”. Maybe with such a name, Wei Ying would come back by his side.

Lan Sizhui’s father would come back just like the meaning in his name.

“HanGuang-Jun, thank you for choosing my courtesy name,” sad Sizhui as he bowed before him in gratitude.

He didn’t say anything, only smiled and caressed his son’s hair. Lan Sizhui had truly grown up since the time he took him back. Wei Ying’s smile was the only thing he could imagine if he could see his son this big.

“Lan Yuan,” he called the name. Sizhui was looking at him now.

“Thank you,” was the last word he said before taking his hand off and walking away.

Sizhui smiled and returned the word with a respectful bow before returning to his friends.

That thank you was for a lot of things. Most of all, that thank you was for keeping Lan Wangji alive after all these years that he spent in tears.

After all these years he spent mourning for his love to come back.

The mark on his chest hurt when he rushed towards the Dafan Mountain after hearing the loud crash. He tried to keep calm as he mounted his sword towards the commotion.

Lan Yuan. Lan Jingyi… were the only names he could think of as he and Sect Leader Jiang flew in.

“HanGuang-Jun!”

Lan Sizhui called in surprise as the man dropped by behind him.

“What’s happening?”

Lan Sizhui immediately recapped everything that happened. From how Jin Ling wished for the dancing goddess to appear before him, the Ghost General Wen Ning came up from the ashes to save them, and to how he was able to get the arm inside the bag. But now, the people were after the Ghost General even though he just saved them.

Lan Wangji frowned because he knew who the Ghost General was. The Ghost General was the Yiling Patriarch's right hand and arguably, the most fierce corpse among others. It was almost impossible to summon him without the power and authority that Wei Ying had.

He started to doubt himself but then he heard it and his soulmark began to ache again. This time it wasn’t painful, it was cold. A soothing kind of cold that he had never experienced.

Lan Wangji mounted his sword again to find the source of the melody. He knew this song. He was the one who made this song for him. There was no mistake when he heard it. It was the song he had played for Wei Ying when they were trapped in the cave after killing the giant turtle.

“He’s here. Wei Ying,” was the only thing he could think of as he rushed to find him.

And, there he was. His Wei Ying, playing the song he composed only for him. Lan Wangji didn’t make a mistake about the person in front of him despite his different looks.

When they collided, Lan Wangji grabbed the man’s wrist and looked at him. The man in front of him hesitated for a second before forcing himself to keep playing the flute despite the strong grip on his wrist. The melody was desperate now, almost like scolding or lecturing the Ghost General before he finally fled from those after him.

Lan Wangji tightened his grip and made Wei Ying dropped his flute. Wei Ying immediately grabbed his wrist and said: “Don’t chase after him.”

He smiled when he heard the familiar tone again. Only Wei Ying would think that Lan Wangji would follow the corpse. After all, why would he when the person he was looking for all these years was in front of him?

“Wei Ying,” the name finally came out again after all these years.

The man in front of him was shocked then a flash of purple lightning came for him. Lan Wangji swiftly stood in front of Wei Ying with his guqin striking the purple light with the blue and calm tone.

“Well, you’re back, aren’t you?” the sound was mocking. “Wei Wuxian!”

Lan Wangji frowned and shielded Wei Ying from the sight of Jiang Wanyin. He held Wei Ying’s wrist steadily as the man hide behind him.

Wei Ying panicked when he was found out. It wasn’t his intention to get found out this easily after all he wanted to escape from both Lan and Jiang sect. He knew they still had bad blood with him, and he wished not to die so quickly this time. Yet, he couldn’t escape, not when his hand was gripped by the HanGuang-Jun.

“Come off it, Wei Wuxian! Stop hiding behind Lan Wangji and face me right now!”

Sect Leader Jiang roared like usual. Wei Ying was used to it but the sound that he made just now, it sounded like he was gonna get whipped by zidian even if he had come off voluntarily.

“Sect Leader Jiang,” a voice came out. Wei Ying looked at where the voice came from and it was Lan Sizhui.

He wanted to whisper to the Lan’s disciples to stop talking before the whip shut him, but he couldn’t. The grip on his hand tightened, and he really thought that it could almost cut off his circulation if it were to get anywhere tighten than this.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying called. He was trying to get his hand off from Lan Wangji’s grip and ran towards his donkey, but it seemed impossible now.

The moment he was able to slip past Lan Wangji’s grip was when there were loud noises in the woods. He grabbed the opportunity and ran towards his donkey only to be whipped by the lightning zidian and fell on the Lill Apple’s back.

Shock was an understatement to describe Lan Wangji and Jiang Wanyin’s expression.

“You can really do anything when you come from a powerful sect, can’t you?”

It was then when Lan Wangji walked towards Wei Ying trying to ride his donkey after being whipped by zidian. It was almost ridiculous when he kept falling off his donkey when he tried to ride it. His lower back just didn’t agree with him and the pain still shocked his back. So, all he could do was sitting on the ground while holding the rein of his donkey.

“Wei Ying, come back to Gusu with me.”

Jiang Wanyin couldn’t hear what Lan Wangji said as he commanded his people to take Wei Wuxian to his sect. Wei Ying heard it too and he immediately said:

“Take me to Gusu, Lan Zhan! I want to go back with you to Gusu,” as he clung to the white robe as he heard Jiang Cheng’s men coming closer for him.

The man smiled and said: “Mark your words.”

Then Lan Wangji pulled him off the ground and held Wei Ying in his arms. Wei Ying could only hide his embarrassed face with his hands as he allowed Lan Wangji to carry him wherever he needs to.

“This person, I will be taking back to the Lan Sect.”

With that, Lan Wangji walked away and left behind the Jiang sect to deal with their own confusion. But, he didn’t care. He didn’t care as long as Wei Ying came back to him.

As long as Wei Ying returned to him in Gusu and never leave him again. He would make sure that his Wei Ying never leaves without telling him or without him by his side.

This time for sure, he would keep Wei Ying by his side and protect him.

“I love you, Wei Ying…”

He said as the man fell fast asleep, exhausted from everything that happened. But, little did he know the soulmark on his chest had been changed into 「我也爱你」

I love you too.

[ladynahimana]

It’s time for do-do-doujinshi!

Going from top-left to bottom-right:

This is another doujinshi by Cliff Swallow. This and the other one seem to belong together, the other being a prequel (since it came out later, but takes place before this one). It explains why the other didn’t feel wholesome to me and therefore disliked it. So yeah, this one is about why Bakura dresses up as Amane and Ryo eventually finds out about it and gets really angry. It gives me so many feelings.

This one is really amazing. The art is beautiful and the story is so bittersweet. It’s not stated as gemshipping, but there are still so many feels. It’s like one of those fics, where Bakura’s heart can’t get weighted and is then send back for a while and eventually manages to get to the afterlife. Ryo is helping him, but is really sad when the time comes. *sob*

I got this one, because Ryo is the top for a change. Is eating creampuffs during sex a fetish? There’s a plot-twist on the last page that made me laugh: It’s actually all just a doujinshi Ryo created and Bakura is like “WTF?!”.

Another doujinshi about Ryo coping with Bakura being gone. *more sobbing* This one is by reco. Over the last few weeks I saw three other ones by them (with Ryo and Bakura) available, but each time it was out of stock again before I was ready to order. So, I get the feeling the circle is really popular.

Even though the name of the circle is different then the one with Ryo thinking of Bakura as a dog, it’s the same artist. Ryo and Bakura are on a meadow and they talk about lucky clovers and then they fall asleep there and Bakura dreams about Ryo confessing. Really cute. And then TKB shows up and takes them home. There’s also a part where Bakura brings Ryo an umbrella to school after seeing it raining and leaves it in the shelf next to Ryo’s street shoes, but when Ryo’s classes are finally over, the rain already stopped. Still, Ryo is really thankful that Bakura thought of him. That part is my favorite. ❤

I’m not one for genderbending, but somehow I find it hot, when it’s bakushipping.

Part 2 of high-mode’s well-known Intensive care series.

Another antagoshipping doujinshi by adagietto I really enjoy.

This psychoshipping one seems sad, too. By the looks of it, Bakura and Yami Marik are both cast-out by their other halves and find comfort in each other.

Last but not least, a brand-new bronzeshipping doujinshi by どみのぐみ. This time, Yami Marik is sick and Marik needs to take care of him. It’s like Intensive Care Lv. 2, but with more loving and sex (which leads to Marik becoming sick).

[joylessholland]

Cinderella

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(2,847 words wow) Warning: Genderbend on the godmother cuz obvi! 

A/N: So this is the second part of my fairy tale series, it was requested by an anon so thx anon! This part is really long so I feel like the end is kinda rushed, so it wouldn't be like 4000 words or split into parts, I hope you enjoy and again Please send requests for more stories (and feel free to add quirks like a gender bend or whatever!) Thx to @kingquackdaddy wuv you!

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Illness has a strange way of destroying our happiness, it was true in your case. Ella, daughter of a rich tailor, mothered by the most beautiful women in the kingdom. Her radiance passed itself onto you ten-fold. The day she grew ill was the day sun hid from the world, the day birds didn’t chirp, the day the happiness in the world seemed to flee. Laying in bed she coughed into a silk handkerchief, “Ella, my love” she choked “Yes mother” you sobbed as the doctor stepped out of the room “Ella, I am not long for this world.” “NO” you cry as she clutches your hand coughing violently. When the fit stops she looks into your eyes “Let the kindness I have taught you to be how I live on. I will live on through your generosity and love. Never let go of love and I will be with you always, my dear Ella” a single tear drips from your mother’s eye before her head rests on the pillow and the life leaves her body. “I promise mother, for you”

“You missed a spot” Drizella teased as you mop the marble in the foyer, “And one here” Anastasia scoffs rubbing her foot on the ground leaving a dirt stain on the white marble. Closing your eyes, you hear footsteps coming from the study. “Eh, what is that! This floor will be spotless by the time we are back from town or so help me girl” your stepmother snaps poking you with a thin boney finger. “Yes, stepmother,” you say quietly moving over to the dirty spot Anastasia made. As the door opens the twins turn and send an evil glare your way. “Have dinner ready when we get home” Lady Tremaine calls over her shoulder.

Placing the mop back in the bucket you carry it into the kitchen placing it in the corner. Reaching the cupboard, you grab a basket of potatoes, grabbing a pot you place it above the fireplace and set to peeling. Hearing a small squeak, you screech out in fear when you look down and see a mouse. Jumping back, you bring the bowl of potatoes with you and they fall into the ash of the fireplace. “No” you whimper getting on your knees picking up the small chopped pieces from the ash. To our right you see the small mouse cowering in the corner staring at you, beady eyes blinking rapidly “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. You must be hungry, not many scraps around when my stepmother makes me clean all day.” As if seeming to understand you the mouse nods and inches closer. Picking up a small piece of potato you place it on the floor near him. Moving closer with caution the small mouse grabs the food in his little paws and nibbles on it. When another little head pokes out from behind the stove you giggle as the two mice fight for the bit of food. “Here, don’t fight there’s plenty for both of you” you giggle placing another potato bit on the ground for the new fat mouse. “Now, if you two don’t mind, if I don’t clean these I’m doomed”

“Where is dinner” your stepmother demands as you quickly grab the serving bowl and pour soup into it. “Right here” you smile placing the bowl on the table, you serve Lady Tremaine first then move to your stepsisters “What is all over you girl,” your stepmother asks. Closing your eyes, you place Drizella’s bowl in front of her “She’s all dirty, we should call you Cinderwench!” Anastasia laughs “Dirtyella” Drizella says with a snorty laugh before both girls look at one another “Cinderella” they cry before a fit of laughter. A lump in your throat forms as the girls chant your new nickname. A loud knock at the door silences the table, “Go get the door… Cinderella” Lady Tremaine grins as you quickly walk to the door wiping away the wetness in your eyes.

“Hello?” you ask the well dress man at the door “I am here to formally invite the household to a lavish ball at the castle!” handing you an envelope he bows slightly as you thank him. “Who was it…Cinderella?” Lady Tremaine asks slurping her soup “it was someone from the castle they gave me this” You say handing the envelope to your stepmother. Waving her hand at you she shoos you away, retreating to the other side of the table you take a seat and grab the serving bowl. Finding only the scraps of potatoes and a little broth you sigh and place it back on the table. “Girls, wonderful news!” Lady Tremaine laughs Scanning the letter again “We have been invited to the ball at the castle in three days’ time.” She smiles at her daughters as they scream in excitement “It is to help the Prince find a proper young lady to be his new wife.” Anastasia says having snatched the letter from her mother “We’ll need new dresses and…” “TO get our hair done” “Oh, my dear girls don’t fret you will be the most stunning at the ball. Won’t they be Cinderella?” She asks smugly “Of course, I need you to start on those dresses right away.” She grins her evil grin “Of course stepmother” you frown gathering the dishes. “Anastasia, shall we go pick out the fabric?” Drizella asks getting up “I’d be delighted” her sister giggles running upstairs. While your stepmother watches her daughters scurry up the stairs you grab the invitation off the table and scan the words smiling. “Stepmother?” you ask as she faces you, fake sincerity in her voice “Yes” “This invitation says We formally invite any suitable woman. Does that mean I can go?” you ask hopefully. Your words turn Lady Tremaine’s feature sour and mean but soon they soften and she smiles “Of course…” Smiling you think of what to wear “But you’ll first need to finish your chores, the dresses for your stepsisters, and then after that if you look decent enough, I suppose you may accompany us to the ball” she says as your eye brighten “Oh, thank you Stepmother” carrying the dishes to the kitchen you smile all the way.

For three days you work tirelessly to finish any chore your stepmother threw at you, to make your sisters new dresses from the prince’s ball, and to at the end of the day after all that you worked on your own dress. But the evening had finally come, you’d finished mopping, sweeping, and dusting everything you were told to and it was time for the ball. “Oh, Cinderella!” Lady Tremaine called from the front door. Smoothing your dress, you smile at your reflection “Cinderella!” “Coming” you call back descending the stairs. “What took you so lo…” Anastasia starts before gasping at the sight of you. After curling your hair with a few of your stepmother’s old curlers you’d found one of your mother’s old strings of pearls and clasped it around your neck. “What are you wearing” Drizella snapped as her mother walks up to “You said if I…” shushing you she nods “I know what I said” turning she smiles at her daughters “Those pearls really do make you look stunning” she grinned as Drizella fumed “Why you little” she snaps rushing towards you gripping the pearls in her fist tearing them off they spill onto the floor. “And that dress” Lady Tremaine snickers back still turned. In a huff, Anastasia stomps over and rips the sleeve off your dress, while Drizella grabs a layer of silk tearing it. Like a tornado the girls tore your ball gown into rags, turning your stepmother gives a fake gasp” Well Cinderella, you couldn’t possibly go to the ball in that” she smirked opening the door “We’ll be back late” Tears stung your eyes as you watched the carriage pull away towards the castle. Running through the manor you burst out into the back garden, sobbing your run past the garden and towards the back of the yard. Defeated you sit on a bench looking over your mother’s grave “I try mother…so hard. To be the woman you wanted me to be, it’s so hard. First you then father, I don’t know if I can do it anymore. Oh, please mother help me” you cry

“Well I don’t know about her, but I think I may be able to help” a voice says from behind you “Who are you” you ask quite startled, standing in a bright pink suit that seemed to sparkle in the night was a man a bright smile on his face “You know who I am” he said taking a seat next to you. Flicking his wrist in the air a small puff of pink sparkles reveals a handkerchief “Are you my Fairy God…” “Mother…don’t ask” taking the small piece of cloth you dab your eyes. “Don’t you have a ball to get to?” he asks making the damp rag disappear “My stepsisters destroyed my dress, how can I got now” you sigh looking down at the remnants of your dress “Well…” Your godmother says pulling a wand from his sleeve “All you need do is ask” he says with a wink he shakes a sparkle from the tip of the wand “Can you help me get to the ball?” you ask hopefully “Thought you’d never ask” he smiles holding up his wand but stopping thinking for a moment “Is something wrong?” you ask concerned “No, it’s just there’s a word. A pesky word.” Stroking his chin your godmother taps his foot deep in thought “No, not that one, hmmm, No, aha” he smiles holding his wand up once more “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-BOO” he chimes waving his wand in the air your surrounded by a cloud of pink fog. Looking on with eyes of wonder he watches as you lift off the ground and twirl in a circle. When your feet touch the ground a beautiful blue ball gown hugs your body and you smile “Amazing” “Well I was going for pink but this’ll do” he marvels grabbing your hand leading you to the stables “They took the horses” looking in the corner he points his wand at two small mice, repeating his spell the mice begin scurrying away before growing hooves and hairy tails. From the street a dog spots the commotion and begins barking madly at your small group, “Come here boy” he calls and the dog quickly runs over slobber dripping from it’s lips, waving his wad in the air the dog stands on his hind legs growing taller begore a full grown man stand before you “Now go fetch me melon” he asks you as you stare at the new man who smiles back “We…don’t grow melons, we have pumpkins” you reason as the dog man runs to the pumpkin patch grabbing a large pumpkin and brining it to the barn “What do I need a pumpkin for?” looking at you your godmother “After all this you still doubt me” saying his magic word one last time the pumpkin wiggles and stretches a little before swelling in size. The vine from the top weaves itself down and form round wheels at the bottom as the color of the squash changes from a deep orange to a brilliant gold. “One more thing” Your fairy godmother says waving his wand at your feet, looking down you lift your dress “Glass?” you ask looking at your new shoes “Every story need a memorable detail” sending you a wink the Coachman leads you to the carriage door “Ella, the magic. It’s powerful but all magic has limits. All of this will fade after the clock strikes twelve.” “Thank you for everything”

The steps off the palace, a place you’d never thought you’d ever see. The ballroom was full of life as you walked, taking in the sights of your first lavish party. A hush falls over the crowd and all eyes wander to the stairs as Prince Thomas looks out at the sea of people before he descends. “the prince” you hear a familiar voice say from your right, it was Anastasia standing next to the rest of your stepfamily. Gasping you move through the sea of people away from your family. Accidentally stepping on someone’s foot they shove you away and into the center of the room, directly in front of the price “My apologize , your majesty” you bow as the Prince smile “Would you care to dance” at a loss for words the prince grabs your hand and the band begins playing a beautiful waltz “I’ve never danced before” you admit as the price guides you to the empty floor “You’ll do amazing” he assures leading you in a dance you had no idea you could do. The movement flows so fluidly that it’s almost as though you are just one mind competently in sync. Staring into the prince’s big brown eyes you feel your heart soar as he lifts you off the ground twirling you. Even after the song stops he hold your waist for a moment longer “Can we find a place a little quieter” he asks holding out his hand, taking it, he leads you to a balcony looking out at a clock tower. Taking a seat on a bench he looks at you, eyes bright “What do they call you?” he asks “No matter what they call me Prince Thomas” you say shyly knowing full well if your stepmother ever knew you were here she’d throw a fit, all night the two of you talked and laughed. “After tonight may I come visit you, where in the kingdom do you reside” he asks as a loud chime interrupts your answer, looking over to the clock tower you realize the hours had melted away “I have to go” you stand and begin out of the castle “Wait stay please” Tom pleads grabbing your arm pulling you into him, when his eyes meet your something takes over and you press your lips against his, the kiss seams to last forever but as the second trike booms through the hall you pull away running away from the prince who follows closely in toe. Running down the front steps of the castle you stumble and one of your glass slippers slips off your foot, not looking back jump into the carriage “Go FAST” you shout as it pulls away.

The seats had grown mushy and the coachman had a tail but you made it home before the carriage became a small orange pumpkin and the horses two mice again. In the rags of your old dress you run up to the attic where you slept, falling onto your bed you lay your head on the pillow and fall into a deep sleep.

“Wake up, Ella please” whispers your fairy godmother who was just a small little fairy about the size of a potato “What, what’s going on” “You fell asleep, the prince he launched a full search party” “For who” you ask still groggy “You” he chirps grabbing your finger in his tiny hands pulling you to his feet “He got here three minutes ago, you are one heavy sleeper. That nasty stepmother of yours locked you in her but she’s no match for…” waving his wand in the air your godmother mutters his magic words but nothing happens “Anastasia, come here dear it’s your turn” you hear Lady Tremaine yell “My magic, it’s not strong enough I cant open the door” he sighs defeated “I’m sorry Ella” “No I have stayed here for too long, been through too much to give up now” you snap rushing to your vanity pulling out a few hair pins. Sticking them in the lock you godmother hovers over your shoulder. When the lock clicks he cheer and your run down the stair “Go get your prince” he yells

“No, try Drizella one more time please it was her I swear” Lady Tremaine pleads to the price who was holding a beautiful glass slipper “No it wasn’t” you call from the top of the stairs “Who is she?” Tom asks hopefully “No one just my stepdaughter, she’s crazy, utterly deranged” she pleads getting hysterical “You were to bring me every girl in the house,” the prince says pushing past her and meets you at the bottom of the stairs. “This slipper was left at my ball last night, it fits the women I shared true loves kiss with, may I?” he asks kneels. Sticking out your foot your step-sisters watch in horror as the slipper slips effortlessly onto your foot “It is you” Tom beams grabbing you by the waist kissing his lips to yours “I’m so happy it is you” the prince beams leading you from the house ignoring the distressed calls of your stepmother and sisters.

The prince and you had a ball soon after it was a celebration of your engagement, you danced all night and live Happily Ever After!

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[t0mat0-pot4to]

#JayDickWeek2017 Day 4: Mermaid AU

Ok. Maybe I didn't center on the AU again but it does mention it. (A bit.)

They are both genderbend because I just loved the idea of them being females.

Again, it has so many gaps one can imagine so go ahead. 

Yeah, it was supposed to be publish yersterday but I'm so good at managing my time. Seriously! Haven't you noticed?

(Richard = Rachelle. Jason = Jessica)

All she needed was to be told everything will be alright.

Rachelle Grayson adored the sea.

Ever since her parents were murdered, the sea was the only thing that kept her alive. On her feet. Sane.

She tried not thinking about it much, but everytime she was off the water the scene hit her like waves hitting the coast. And it didn't matter how many times it had happened, she'd always break down.

"Are you okay?" A soft but quite deeper voice asked, resembling the worried voice of her dead mother. She couldn't bring herself to look up, not in her current state of mind. "I see." The girl whispered, kneeling to her side, side hugging her in comfort the exact same way her father did when she was scared. It was hard keeping their minds straight. It really was.

But one day, Rachelle found a reason to stay on land. A girl. A lady who was two years younger than her. Fierce like fire on dry land. Eye catching. Beautiful features and wonderful shape. Elegant was her way of challenging formalities. Voice clean with a classy accent. Unforgettable. Could not go unnoticed. Everything she had was perfect in Rachelle's eyes. Every little virtude extraordinary and evey little flaw exceptional.

Her name was Jessica Todd. And she was quite a marvelous mystery for, the broken and tired, Rachelle.

"Why are you cryin'?" She asked, hoping for an answer for some peace of mind. The longer the silence, the more anxious she grew. Never a fan of quietness. Then shiver in response. "Maybe you'd like to come to my place. It's gettin' dark, and..."

"I'd appreciate that..." Voice cracked with tears still running down her cheeks, pale from the shook of remembering. "That'll be nice." She continued, smiling without feeling any positive emotions at all.

Jessica became Rachelle's pillar. She became a substitute for the sea. She became the reason. And she would do it again if the circumstance requires. She'd do it all again to see her beloved girl happy.

Time passed by really fast, and their love just grew bigger.

Maybe, after four years of a stable relation, it was time.

"I feel like you know me better than I do. And really, I appreciate your time to notice me but...How?" Rachelle questioned, back resting in the warmth of the bed with curious eyes. Her partner couldn't see her as she was resting with her head on Rachelle's tummy. Both staring endlessly at the ceiling above them.

"Oh...I don't know if you are ready to take the truth." She joked in response, getting a soft chuckle back. The thought kept bouncing back and forth in her mind, distracting her from the quiet melody that floated in the background.

"Maybe I am not ready but, can you hide it any longer?" Debated the oldest without hesitation. Hands slowly reaching to her beloved's hands. With a clean and smooth move, she got up. Sitting there, just waiting for an answer.

Rachelle adored Jessica more than ever. Her lover was her guardian, from the day she first entered the waves of the sea. From that moment she learned everything she could about the young lady who's life moved so fast.

She vividly remembered the first day. She was such a tiny baby when her parents took her to the beach. It was like watching herself in a weird way. Neither could actually swim at the time, but really loved it there. More similar occasions repeated, and as time passed it became more frequent.

Shape-shifting to a human just to admire the person who will eventually become her protege. The way she'd look at the sea, with the same phrase every single time 'Today I'm riding the waves.' Most times were fails followed by laughs. Those memories always bought her a smile. Memories which Rachelle doesn't quite remember.

"Today I'm riding the waves." She whispered to herself, face to face with the sea and a surfboard by her side. Not long after thinking about the weather, her dear lady stood by her side with a unusual gaze.

"Really?" She muttered feeling sudden insecurity. Before the oldest had a chance to grab her board, she grabbed her hand and forced her to make eye contact. "You be careful, do you hear me?"

"Always, beautiful."

It didn't happened. She was careful but it was too much to handle. She didn't see it. Couldn't escape it. Couldn't be seen. Body weak as it sunk to the bottom. No words, no movement.

Jessie didn't watch long. She jumped into the sea, not caring about what the other people screamed at her. She wouldn't and couldn't let her die. Not today, not when she could do something.

Fine red dust hugged her body, then she was swimming faster than any other human or creature could. Weak vibrations guided her. She knew she was near bottom. She knew she could be late. She knew but didn't care. She didn't care.

"So this is your secret? This is what you tried hiding from me?"

"I-I didn't mean to...I had to...This...I can explain it..."

"There's nothing to explain, silly. You saved my life and I don't care how."

If she only knew she needed her alive. If only she had the guts to tell her.

Few weeks wondered by as Rachelle recovered from the incident. Lately she's been brighter than ever. No days were blue nor grey. She smiled more. She was positive even when nobody was.

Maybe.

Just maybe she did it for those around her. Those who had their days counted. Maybe she appreciated her life more knowing the struggle they were trying to pass by. And it hurt her seeing them. It devasted her. A silent promise was made the day she entered the hospital. Not a sad face will be seen.

She, like an angel, made her promise come true. Didn't matter who it was or what it was, she made it. The joy it brought her to see sad faces turn into a smile was more than enough. It was easy for her, she was charming. She was lovable. She was the guardian they needed.

"Hey, babe? Could you come here for a sec'?" Jessie's voice echoed trough the rooms, reaching Rachelle as expected. The oldest rushed to the living room to meet her dear lady, avoiding tripping knowing how clumsy she was.

"I'm all ear." She replied, leaning forwards for kiss.

"Can you do me a favour?"

"Of course."

Jessica tried keeping it straight. But her efforts turned into tears as she ofreced herself to tell her everything. The other half of the truth he hasn't mentioned.

How she would never be able to wonder on land nor have any contact with people if Rachelle died. How she would be forced back to the water forever, not being able to ever see sunlight anymore. How she didn't care for her freedom at all but worried for her beloved's safety. How she was so careless about her own safety. How she woke up every morning pleading nothing will happen and how she'd go to bed every night sobbing in happiness to have her in her arms one more night. How she was slowly breaking down each time she'd do anything risky. How she couldn't handle it anymore.

How she needed her to say that everything will be alright.

"Can you do that for me?" Requested the youngest, holding back more tears. The hurt in her eyes gave her away, and Rachelle was more than capable of seeing it. Her hands aren't steady, neither was her whole body.

Slowly, Rachelle kissed Jessica's cheek. Arms around her waist, pulling her closer in a tight hug. Both hearts beating so fast it started to hurt.

Jessie didn't hold it longer. She was crying again. She held her tighter, not wanting to ever let her go. Not wanting to see her go.

Rachelle, on the other hand, stood quietly. Silently calming her heart beat and her sudden fast breathing. Calm. Calm is want she aimed for. Calm for her dear lady. Calm for both.

And she was able to give it to her. She was capable of giving her everything.

"Of course I can do that." She breathed. Opening her eyes, then separating to see her. Face to face a bright smile curved on her lips. Her hands ran down her cheek, cleaning the traces of tears with her thumbs.

There they stood for a few minutes. Just staring into each other's eyes.

"Listen up darling. This is not the last time I'll say this, but listen to me.

You and I are meant for each other.

You and I belong to each other.

And I don't care what happened yersterday.

I don't care what will happen tomorrow.

All I care about is now.

All I care about is you.

If you cried, I get hurt.

Doesn't matter if I die tonight or in ten years.

And if it happens I know you'll break.

But...

But everything will be alright.

It will be because you love me and I love you."