#im so happy to finally have him in masters you all have no idea

[mokeonn]

Currently I have so many bg3 saves bc I refuse to delete my old ones that will likely never be finished (first ever gameplays, not optimized, everytime I open one I get overwhelmed and stop), but also because I keep making new games with the specific purpose of romancing a certain companion, seeing special dialog, doing a specific style of run, or getting an achievement on steam.

[mellosdrawings]

Hii!! So sorry for going on an absolute spree liking all of your posts ;; your art style is super expressive & I love the way you use crosshatching! As well as all your headcanons (you are so real abt cane user azul, i didnt realize how many cards he's sitting in!!)

I was curious, do you have any headcanons with Ruggie & Jamil? Especially with your N2 squad theories and their canon interactions durin GloMas, I'd love to see what you think of them~

First, never apologize for any liking/reblog/other spree, you have no idea how happy it makes me to have someone like what I do so much that they dig into my previous stuff!

And thank you so much for the compliments I'm ansbsjsbsjsn about them 💕

For Ruggie and Jamil, I have a whole bunch of different headcanons depending on the situations.

First their GloMas interaction gave me life. I found it so perfect, just the two of them finally letting their inner gremlins take over without worrying about their image. It was PERFECT !

I also love that their Signature Spells have the same "manipulation" base, but Ruggie is about the body while Jamil is about the mind. (I usually love adding Jade to the mix with his ability to force the truth out of others. I call the three of them the "Manipulation Gang". I'd love to see the three of them actually gang up some day.)

Jamil and Ruggie also have the same servants-to-spoiled-rich-kids background. I feel like they'd have the most terrible gossip while washing clothes or something. I just can't really imagine them not be friends of sorts. Just pestering about the latest wild nonsense their master has been up to, wondering if they should exchange their burdens (pre chap 6, Jamil would never agree after that) and just generally let the worst of them show to the other coz they don't mind.

In the context of the N2 Squad, Ruggie would definitely be a needed push for Jamil. The kind of "Please just date him, Leona’s mood is only getting worse and I'm tired and if I hear 'im moan about you once more I'm gonna murder you both" or something like that. Ruggie knows the inner workings of Leona, knows the inner workings of Jamil too from their laundry-gossip, and while I can imagine him strive in chaos he would immediately go complain to either Leona or Jamil if their turning around each other made his job harder. After the N2 Squad starts dating though, I can def imagine Ruggie try to profit off being friends with Jamil to get favors from Leona (and maybe Vil too coz why not?)

(Also Ruggie is def Jamil's first fan when it comes to cooking and always tries to have him give him spares from a previous party or whatever.)

[coffeeshades]

credits to the gif maker!

GUILTY AS SIN...? - PART II

summary: one summer with the man you can't have, but can't stop thinking about.

pairing: cillian murphy x popstar!reader

word count: 9.1k

warnings: 18+ (minors dni). explicit sex. angst. cussing, slight age gap, mentions of alcohol and divorce. no use of y/n, heavily inspired by ts and ttpd. if i missed something please let me know. (also this is a work of fiction, none of it reflects how i feel about the people mentioned in this, most importantly cillian's wife, who im sure is a sweetheart irl. it's fiction, just relax and enjoy it, and if not, move along, friends.)

a/n: hi everyone! here's the second part, finally. i had lots of fun writing this one, happy reading <3

part one

After staying at Cillian's for awhile, you decided to go to the place you had rented. The truth is, you didn't want to leave, but you had already extended your stay longer than planned, and you wanted to give him space with his kids. And you also wanted to give him time to process the event that took place four nights ago in his bathroom. Or you wanted to give yourself time to process it.

At this point, you weren't sure who needed the space more.

It was all very confusing because, yes, you've had feelings for him for God knows how long, but you've squashed them down like a stubborn bug for the sake of your friendship and, most importantly, his family. Those two things were always at the forefront of your mind, guiding every action and decision. But now that his family is no longer a factor and the two of you almost crossed a line, it's hard to ignore those feelings.

Those feelings that crawl up your spine every time he smiles at you or brushes against your hand accidentally. Those feelings also make you feel like the worst person in the world, as if you're betraying his ex-wife and their children by even entertaining the idea of something more with him.

It's all so delicate.

The cottage is nestled between rolling green hills and the glimmering blue of a distant sea. The place is like a warm embrace. The floors are laid with wide, honey-colored wooden planks, their surface worn smooth by generations of footsteps. Exposed wooden beams crisscross the ceiling, their rich, dark wood adding a sense of history and sturdiness to the space. The walls are painted in a soft, creamy white. The master bedroom is a haven of tranquility, with white linen curtains billowing softly in the breeze from the open window. The bed, with its wrought iron frame, is piled high with quilts and pillows in soft shades of blue and green. It's the best sleep you've had in months.

It rained earlier today. You've stayed inside all day, not wanting to venture out into the wet weather. The gentle pitter-patter of raindrops against the window was a soothing backdrop to your day, but it stopped around mid-afternoon, leaving behind a fresh, clean scent in the air.

Now you’re sitting at the rustic wooden table beneath the pergola, one leg tucked under you, grapevines overhead casting dappled shadows on the weathered wood. The garden around you is alive with color—wildflowers in every shade imaginable sway gently in the soft breeze, and the lavender and rosemary release their fragrant scent into the air.

Bon Iver’s voice drifts softly from your phone, which lies next to your notepad on the table. The music is haunting, its melancholy tones matching the weight in your chest. You’ve been here for hours, or maybe it’s only been minutes—time seems to blur together lately.

The notepad lies open beside you, filled with half-written lyrics, fragments of thoughts and emotions that you can’t quite bring yourself to finish. The pages are messy, scribbled lines crossed out, some words barely legible, as if your hand couldn’t keep up with the rush of thoughts.

You’ve been chasing this dream for so long—touring, recording, performing in front of thousands of people—but somewhere along the way, you’ve lost sight of why you started. The music that once brought you so much joy now feels like a burden; the words that once flowed effortlessly are now tangled up in doubt and frustration. The applause, the fame, the success—it’s all there, but it feels hollow. It feels lonely.

The sun is beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the water, but you’re too tired to move. You prop one leg up the chair and rest your chin on your hand. You focus on the water, trying to find some solace in its steady flow. But all you can feel is a deep, gnawing sense of unfulfillment, a yearning for something you can’t even name.

How pathetic.

You’re tired, so tired, and the dream that once seemed so bright now feels like a chore.

The door creaks open behind you, and you catch the faint sound of footsteps on the stone path. You don’t need to turn around to know it’s him. Cillian moves with a certain quietness, a soft presence that you’ve come to recognize. The footsteps grow closer until they stop just to your left.

"You should lock your door," he says, his voice low, carrying a hint of amusement but also concern.

You let out a small, tired laugh, not bothering to look up. "Didn’t think anyone would come by," you reply, your gaze still fixed on the stream; its gentle flow is the only thing that seems to make sense right now.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just stands there, his shadow blending with yours. Then he pulls out the chair next to you, the wood scraping softly against the stone, and sits down. You can feel his eyes on you, but he doesn’t press, just lets the silence settle around you both.

You hear him shift beside you, and from the corner of your eye, you see him glance down at the notepad on the table. His gaze lingers on the unfinished words, but he doesn’t say anything about them. Instead, he just leans back in his chair, looking out at the water with you.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks, his voice softer, almost reflective. "I know that look. The one that says you’re miles away, stuck in your own head."

You don't respond, knowing that he understands you more than most people. The music on your phone shifts to another Bon Iver song, this time Beach Baby.

He continues. "You know, sometimes I think about all of it—this life, the fame, the roles I play. It’s bizarre, isn’t it? I spend so much time being someone else, living in someone else’s skin, that it’s easy to forget who I am when the cameras stop rolling."

His words hang in the air, and you turn your head slightly to look at him. His expression is thoughtful, his blue eyes distant, like he’s lost in his own memories. "It’s like… sometimes, I feel more like myself when I’m acting, when I’m being someone else. That's what made me fall in love with it in the first place. I just loved being somebody else. It’s easier, somehow. But then there are those moments, when the lights go out, and I’m just… me. And that’s when the loneliness creeps in."

You nod, understanding more than you’d like to admit. "It’s the same with music, I guess," you say quietly. "There’s this rush, this high, when you’re on stage, when everyone’s looking at you and you’re giving them everything you’ve got. But then it’s over, and you’re left with the silence, the emptiness. It’s like… who am I when it stops?"

He looks at you then, really looks at you, and you can see the shared understanding in his eyes. It’s a strange comfort knowing that someone else gets it, that you’re not alone in this feeling of being lost.

You take a deep breath, the weight of the words you’ve been holding back suddenly becomes too heavy to keep inside. "I guess that's why I'm here. To escape. To escape the pressure, the expectations and…just be," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Everything is a performance. Everything. When we're out in the world, we're expected to act a certain way, to fit into a mold. We have to edit ourselves. As honest as we try to be, there's always a part of us that remains hidden. And it's exhausting."

Cillian nods, his gaze never leaving yours. "And when you’re alone, you can let go of that and let your mind just be still," he says, his voice carrying the weight of someone who’s thought about this a lot. "It’s quite peaceful, isn’t it? But it’s also… terrifying. Being alone with your thoughts, with no distractions, no one to perform for. It’s like staring into a void sometimes."

You swallow hard, the truth of his words hitting you square in the chest. "Yeah, it is. But it’s also when I feel the most myself. When it’s just me, and I don’t have to be anything for anyone. Just… here, in the quiet, letting my mind rest."

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The garden around you is alive with the soft sounds of nature—the rustling of leaves, the gentle murmur of the stream, the distant call of a bird. Bon Iver’s music still plays from your phone—Holocene.

You break the silence. "Sometimes I think about it. I think about letting go of it." It's a terrifying thought but also strangely liberating. You don't know what it means completely yet, but just saying it out loud brings relief. Cillian just looks at you, his eyes reflecting understanding and empathy.

It was so easy, existing with him.

In this moment, you feel a little less lost, a little more understood. And as the sun dips lower in the sky, a mix of orange and pink hues, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you’re not as alone as you thought.

The next day dawns softer, brighter. You wake up with a sense of calm that had been missing for a while. There’s a lingering warmth from yesterday, the conversation with Cillian still playing in the back of your mind. As you sat at the same wooden table this morning, you found yourself scribbling lyrics that flowed easier, more naturally. They’re different—slower, more deliberate. There’s a depth to them that feels right, as if you’re finally tapping into something real, something honest.

Last night had ended quietly. After that heavy talk in the garden, Cillian stayed for dinner. The two of you kept the conversation light, avoiding the unspoken tension. It was there, hovering between you, but neither of you brought it up. Instead, you talked about mundane things and watched Punch-Drunk Love in the quaint living room. He pointed out every little detail he liked in it, and you listened, soaking in the emotion in his voice.

When the movie ended, he promised to see you the next day, and you reassured him it was fine, that you understood his absence. You meant it, even though a part of you always ached for more of his presence.

Today, with that newfound energy, you decided to venture out. An early morning walk turned into a drive to the nearby town. You pulled on a cap and sunglasses—a funny and somewhat ineffective disguise, but it was something. The town was charming, with narrow cobblestone streets, quaint shops, and a relaxed pace. Most people didn’t give you a second glance, and for that you were grateful. It was nice to blend in, to be just another person out enjoying the day.

You wandered through the market, admired the local crafts, and even picked up a few things—a handmade bracelet, a small painting of the Irish countryside. Lunch was at a cozy little café, tucked away from the main street. You ordered a hearty bowl of seafood chowder, rich and warming, with fresh bread on the side. As you sat there savoring the meal, your phone buzzed. It was Cillian, asking if you wanted to grab drinks tonight. You hesitated, your mind running through a dozen reasons to say no, but in the end, you agreed. You wanted to see him again, even if you couldn’t quite admit how much.

Back at the cottage, you took your time getting ready. You set the atmosphere, lighting a few candles, playing some soft music in the background. It felt good to take care of yourself and put a little effort into how you looked. You chose a pair of jeans that fit just right, a black top, and your favorite leather jacket. Casual but confident. A swipe of red lipstick added a touch of boldness.

You didn’t know where the night would take you, but you felt ready.

Cillian arrived right on time, his car rolling up the gravel drive just as you slipped on your jacket. When you stepped outside, he was already out of the car, leaning casually against the door. He smiled when he saw you—a warm, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes flicking over your outfit with an appreciative glance.

“As I’ll ever be,” you replied, a hint of nerves bubbling up but quickly pushed aside.

The drive to the pub was easy, the conversation flowing effortlessly. You talked about your day, the town, the little things you’d picked up. He told you about his new movie coming out later this year, based on a novella set in the mid-1980s in a small Irish village. There was a comfort in the exchange, in the way your words mingled with the sound of the tires on the road.

When he pulled up outside the pub, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight. It was a small, unassuming place, the kind of spot that felt like a well-kept secret. The sign above the door was weathered, the windows glowing warmly from the inside. It looked cozy, inviting.

“Do I need to bring out my disguise?” you asked, amused, as you glanced at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, you’re safe here. No one’s going to bother us. I’ve been coming here for years. They don't give a shit about me.”

He was right. The pub was perfect—dimly lit, with a mix of old and new music playing in the background. The crowd was relaxed, more interested in their conversations than in who might be sitting at the next table. You found two empty stools at the bar and settled in.

Close to the drinks. Perfect.

You ordered beers—the kind that tasted awful but somehow fit the atmosphere. Cillian took a sip of his beer, and the reaction was immediate. He groaned, his head falling back as if in defeat, eyes closed as he savored—or perhaps endured—the taste. The dim light from the pub’s old-fashioned fixtures cast a warm glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the shadow of stubble that had begun to form. His lips, still wet from the beer, parted in a wry smile that spoke volumes of his disdain for the drink. His brow furrowed slightly as he kept his eyes closed, letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh as if the beer was the worst thing he’d ever tasted.

It was a dramatic performance, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how absurdly handsome he looked even in that moment. There was something endearing about it—the way he could make something so ordinary seem so intense. His dark hair, slightly tousled, fell over his forehead, and you found yourself staring longer than you meant to.

“Bloody hell, that’s awful,” he muttered, finally opening his eyes and giving you a side glance. His blue eyes sparkled with trouble, the corners crinkling as he caught the expression on your face. “You should’ve seen yourself, though. Looked like you were trying to swallow glass.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, please. You looked like you were about to keel over from one sip,” you shot back, sarcasm lacing your voice.

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, and the amusement in his eyes deepened. “Can’t argue with that,” he admitted, taking another sip with a grimace. “Piss beer, this is. I’d almost prefer water.”

“Almost,” you teased, lifting your glass to take another drink. The foam clung to the rim as you sipped, and you made a point to keep your expression neutral, though you could feel the bitterness spreading across your tongue.

Cillian leaned in a bit closer, his Irish accent growing thicker with each drink. “But then, what would we have to complain about, eh? I think the shite beer is half the charm of this place.” His voice was smoother, more relaxed, and you noticed the way his words seemed to roll off his tongue, rich with the lilting cadence of his heritage. It was endearing, undeniably so, and you found it increasingly hard to focus on anything else.

“Is that what they call charm here? I must’ve missed the memo,” you quipped, smirking as you met his gaze. The clever back-and-forth felt natural, easy, and it warmed you more than the alcohol ever could.

“You’re lucky I’m here to explain it to ya,” he said, leaning in just a bit more, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “Otherwise, you might’ve gone your whole life without knowing the joys of terrible Irish beer.”

“Oh, I’m so grateful,” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from your words, but your smile gave you away. “I’ll add it to the list of things you’ve taught me.”

He grinned, clearly enjoying the banter, and you noticed how close he had gotten. His arm was now resting casually on the back of your seat, and every so often, your knees would brush, those accidental touches sending a small, electric thrill through you. The pub’s atmosphere, once filled with distant conversations and the clinking of glasses, now seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. The world outside the booth blurred away, and all that was left was Cillian’s presence, the sound of his voice, and the faint, intoxicating scent of him that mixed with the pub’s woody, earthy aroma.

The more you drank, the closer you both seemed to get, each sip loosening the barriers that had been in place. His laughter grew louder, more infectious, and his accent, more pronounced with every word, sent a shiver down your spine. It was more than just the alcohol—there was an ease between you that you hadn’t felt before, a sense of connection that went beyond the usual playful exchanges.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned in even closer. “I think I’m starting to like this beer.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curving into a smirk, feeling a little more brave. “Is that so? Or is it just the company?”

He chuckled, his breath warm against your ear as he replied, “Maybe a bit of both.”

A familiar flutter stirred in your chest—the undeniable pull that you’d been trying to ignore for days. But tonight, in this pub, with its terrible beer and terrible lighting, you decided you didn’t want to fight it anymore. Not here, not with him.

You moved on to something stronger, whiskey that burned going down but left a warmth spreading through your chest that felt as intoxicating as the alcohol itself. With each sip, the edges of your nerves smoothed out, and you felt looser, braver, and a little sexier. You sat on the bar stool with your body angled slightly toward Cillian. The leather of your jacket creaked as you shifted, the red of your lipstick standing out against the dim light. You felt his gaze on you, not just looking, but really seeing you, his eyes tracing the curve of your neck down to where your top dipped, lingering just a moment longer than usual.

His look was hungry, but it wasn’t just that—it was curious, intrigued. He rested his elbow on the bar, leaning closer, his knee brushing against yours as he picked up his glass, watching you over the rim as he took a sip. The whiskey seemed to bring out the blue in his eyes, making them sharp and piercing, but there was softness there too, an openness that had grown.

“You know,” you began, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips. “I was just thinking about the first time we met.”

His eyebrow arched in curiosity, and he leaned in a little closer, his interest piqued. “Oh yeah? That was… what, 7 years ago? At the Globes, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, taking another sip of your drink, the liquid courage giving you the confidence to broach the subject. “Yeah, that’s right. And you… well, let’s just say you weren’t exactly my biggest fan.”

Cillian looked taken aback, a surprised smile curving his lips. “What? I don’t remember it like that.”

“Oh, come on, Cill,” you said, playfully nudging his shoulder. “You kind of hated me."

He laughed, shaking his head. “I didn’t hate you. I just… I guess I had some preconceived notions about you."

“Preconceived notions?” you asked, a teasing glint in your eyes.

He hesitated, looking almost sheepish as he ran a hand through his hair. “Honestly? I thought you were this… I don’t know, shallow, self-absorbed person. Just someone who was there for the attention, you know?”

You let out a mock gasp, placing a hand over your heart in faux offense. “I’m wounded! I can’t believe you thought that about me, really.”

He chuckled, but there was a hint of regret in his voice as he added, “But I was wrong. I figured that out pretty quickly.”

“Oh, really?” you asked, leaning in a little closer, your voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper. “When exactly did you figure that out?”

“The first time we really talked,” he said, his voice equally soft, the words carrying a weight they hadn’t before. “After I saw you in the hall, crying. I don't know. You were so real, and I realized you weren’t what I thought. Not even close.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Wow, so I had to have a full-on breakdown just to convince you I wasn’t a shallow, self-absorbed diva? Good to know, Cill. I’ll make sure to cry more often around you.”

He laughed, bringing his fingertips to his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “Not quite what I meant, but I guess it did the trick, didn’t it?”

You remembered that night vividly, how everything had seemed to spiral downward so quickly. “I was having the worst night,” you said laughing, a slight bitterness creeping into your tone as the memories resurfaced. “I’d just been dumped by the world’s biggest asshole that morning, and then there you were, tearing down everything I said with some esoteric joke.”

Cillian winced slightly, the regret more pronounced now. “Yeah… I wasn’t exactly charming, was I?”

“You were a bit of a jerk,” you admitted, but there was no malice in your words. “But you made up for it with that burger offer.”

A grin spread across his face as he remembered. “I wasn’t sure you’d say yes.”

“Well, I figured a burger with you was better than sulking alone,” you replied, smiling at the memory. “And it was. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was exactly what I needed.”

His expression softened. “I’m glad I asked, then.”

The bartender interrupted your conversation to ask if you wanted another round, and without a second thought, you both nodded in agreement. It seemed neither of you were ready to call it a night. The place was warmer now. As you waited for your drinks, your eyes drifted to the ceiling. Neil Young's "Harvest Moon" played softly in the background, the gentle melody weaving through the low murmur of conversation.

You glanced over your shoulder and noticed that a few couples had begun to dance, swaying gently to the music. There was something so natural, so easy about it, that you couldn’t resist the urge that bubbled up inside you. Turning back to Cillian, who was taking a sip of his drink, you couldn’t help but smile. “Come on,” you said, nudging him playfully with your elbow. “Dance with me.”

Cillian raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. He muttered something in reply but you couldn’t quite make it out. It only made you more determined.

“I didn’t catch that,” you teased, leaning in closer as if trying to decipher his words. “But I know what you’re going to say.”

“Oh, do you, piano woman?” he shot back, his tone light but with a challenging edge.

“Yes,” you said, grinning. “You’re going to say that you don’t dance.”

Cillian chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “You’re right about that. I don’t.”

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a low, persuasive tone. “I know, but you’ll indulge me anyway.”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if weighing his options. Then, with a small, resigned sigh, he downed the rest of his drink in one go and set the glass back on the bar with a decisive thud. Before you could react, he grabbed your hand and stood up, pulling you along with him.

It caught you by surprise, the suddenness of it, especially considering he had just insisted he wasn’t the dancing type. As he led you toward the makeshift dance floor, he leaned in and said with a grin, “You’re lucky I like you.”

You laughed, a loud, genuine sound that felt as freeing as the night itself. “Oh, am I now?”

He smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, because otherwise, there’s no way I’d be making a fool of myself like this.”

You shot back with a playful, “Well, let’s see just how much of a fool you really are, then.”

As you reached the space where others were already swaying to the music, Cillian took your hand and pulled you in close. You could feel the warmth of his body, the solidity of his frame as he moved with you, the two of you finding a rhythm that was surprisingly in sync. It wasn’t anything fancy—just simple, slow movements to match the easy tempo of the song—but it felt intimate, like you were the only two people in the room.

Cillian leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Did you know I'm a failed musician?”

You couldn’t help but smirk, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

“Failed, huh? So, what happened? Couldn’t hack it with the rest of us rockstars?”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, sending a shiver down your spine. "Something like that. I was in a band, actually."

You leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief. “You? In a band? Color me shocked.”

It was kind of hot, imagining him on stage with a guitar in hand.

"We even had a record deal and everything."

"What happened?"

Cillian’s expression softened as he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of nostalgia. “My brother was still in school at the time, and my parents basically told me I could fuck up my life if I wanted, but I couldn’t take him down with me. So, it fell through.”

As you continued to sway together, the story of his past unraveled between you, each word carrying a hint of regret mixed with fond memories. “Those were great times, though,” he continued, his eyes distant as if he were seeing it all again. “I’d be out late, drinking, playing music in small pubs, thinking we were going to make it big. It was a bit of a rush, you know?”

You could imagine him there, young and reckless, with that same intensity in his eyes that he carried now, but wilder, untamed by the years. “So music was your first love, then?” you asked, your voice soft, genuinely curious.

He nodded, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, I suppose it was. I had been playing instruments since I was little. There’s something about it that just… gets into your blood. But then, acting came along."

“When exactly did you know that's what you wanted?” you asked, wanting to peel back more layers of him.

His smile turned almost bashful, as if recalling a secret he hadn’t shared in a while. “There was this guy who ran the Cork theater company—had a huge man crush on him. He was brilliant, and I ended up doing a workshop with him. After that, I just pestered him for an audition until he gave in.”

You chuckled softly at the thought of a young Cillian, determined and probably a bit of a nuisance, chasing after something he wanted so badly. “And that was it?”

“Well, there was a drama module in school when I was about 16, 17—during the transition year. That’s when I first got the bug. Ended up starring in A Clockwork Orange. It was sexy, dangerous, unlike anything I’d ever seen. I loved playing someone else, losing myself in the character.”

He paused, then flashed a self-deprecating grin. “There’s not much to look at, but if you give me a minute…"

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his modesty. “You’re selling yourself short,” you teased, leaning in closer, your bodies moving in sync to the music. "Cill, you literally have an Oscar."

“Ah, the Oscar... just a glorified doorstop, really,” he quipped, his tone light but with that familiar undercurrent of humility.

"It's the work that matters, blah blah blah," you joked, rolling your eyes playfully. His eyes were crinkling at the corners with genuine amusement. "Exactly," he agreed, before pulling you into a twirl.

"Do you miss it? you ask, hands circling his neck as you sway. "Music, I mean."

Cillian blew out a slow breath, his eyes growing thoughtful as he considered your question. “Sometimes,” he admitted. "But life has a way of taking you where you need to be, not where you want to be.”

His words settled over you like a blanket, warm and heavy, as you mulled them over. Is this where I need to be? The question echoed in your mind, reverberating through the deeper corners of your thoughts. You weren’t sure you had an answer. You were a successful artist, living the dream so many could only imagine, but there was always that lingering sense of something missing, a quiet ache that you couldn’t quite place.

Where do I need to be?

The thought spiraled, unfurling like an endless thread, pulling at the edges of your consciousness. You started questioning everything—your choices, your path, the very essence of who you were. Those words seemed to tap into something deep inside, a reservoir of doubts and desires that you hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.

“Yeah,” you replied softly, almost like you were talking to yourself more than to him.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you, swaying slowly. See, this is the thing about Cillian, he had a way of making you feel seen and understood, even when you didn't fully understand yourself, even without saying a single word.

The warmth of Cillian's arm around you, the subtle way he moved—it all felt so natural, like this was where you were supposed to be. But then, the memory of four nights ago crept in—the way his breath had hitched as you said you weren't going to stop him from going further, the tension that crackled between you both like a live wire.

The room suddenly felt too small, too warm. Heat flushed through your body, a dizzying sensation that made it hard to focus on anything other than the way he was looking at you. A knot formed in your throat, and you swallowed hard, trying to steady your racing pulse.

The memory was like a current running through you, making you hyper-aware of every point of contact with him. The room suddenly felt too small, too warm. Your mind was swirling with thoughts, the alcohol making you bolder, more aware of the things left unsaid.

"I can't stop thinking about what almost happened the other day."

“What almost happened?”

He let out a low, almost inaudible chuckle, his lips dangerously nuzzled in your hair. “Don’t play coy with me, love. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach, the way your body reacted to his nearness. “I’ve tried to stop thinking about it,” he continued, his voice a hushed murmur that only you could hear, “but I can’t.”

His words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken desire. You wanted to let go of the restraint you’d been holding onto all night, but you were still aware of where you were, of the people around you—even if they weren’t paying you any attention. The thought of crossing that line, right here in the middle of the pub, was both thrilling and terrifying.

But Cillian, sensing your hesitation, didn’t push.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression serious but laced with that familiar smirk. “Wanna head out of here?” he asked, his voice low but with a note of urgency.

You didn’t need to think twice. “Yes,” you breathed, the word escaping your lips before you could stop it.

The night air hit you like a shock to the system as you stepped outside, the cool breeze carrying with it the faint scent of rain. The streets were quieter now, the lively noise of the pub fading into the background. You were drunk, the world tilting slightly with each step, and neither of you could drive.

Cillian pulled out his phone, his fingers deftly dialing the number for a cab. You watched him as he made the call, the way his jaw tensed slightly as he spoke, his voice low and calm despite the alcohol humming through his veins. There was something undeniably attractive about the way he carried himself, even in this moment of mundane practicality.

“What about your car?” you asked, your words slightly slurred but still coherent.

He glanced over at you, a small, reassuring smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll pick it up in the morning,” he replied smoothly, his accent curling around the words in that familiar, endearing way. “Don’t worry, love.”

The cab arrived not long after, the headlights cutting through the night as it pulled up to the curb. Cillian opened the door for you, and the two of you slid into the backseat, sitting close together but not touching. Not yet. The space between you crackled with unspoken tension, the thrill of anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

You found yourself playing with your ring-clad fingers, the cool metal a small distraction as the silence stretched out between you. The driver turned up the music a bit, and the opening chords of Inhaler’s "Dublin in Ecstasy" filled the car. The song was somehow fitting, its pulsing beat and haunting lyrics adding to the electric atmosphere.

It started to rain, the droplets tapping against the windows and turning them foggy, adding a sense of intimacy to the small, enclosed space. The outside world became a blur of lights and shadows, the city fading away as the cab sped through the streets. You could feel Cillian’s gaze on you, the weight of it almost tangible as you sat there, both of you lost in your own thoughts.

You turned to look at him, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The music became more intoxicating, the beat syncing with the rapid thudding of your heart. He noticed you bopping your head slightly to the rhythm, and a small, surprised smile crossed his face.

“You know this?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

You smirked, leaning back against the seat as you replied with playful confidence, “I know every song ever made, actually.”

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Is that so? A human jukebox, then?”

“Something like that,” you teased, the conversation light but charged with something more, something neither of you could ignore any longer.

The cab’s interior felt smaller, more suffocating as you neared your destination. When you finally arrived at his place, Cillian paid the driver, and the two of you got out, raising your jackets over your heads to shield from the rain, which had grown heavier. You both ran to the entrance, your footsteps echoing in the quiet night as you giggled like teenagers, the spontaneity of it all making you feel light, carefree.

He fumbled with his keys for a moment, the sound of metal clinking against metal filling the air before he managed to unlock the door. You stepped inside, the warmth of the house a stark contrast to the chill of the rain outside. The living room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the faint glow of the night sky through the large windows. The shadows played across the walls, casting everything in a soft, almost ethereal light.

You tossed off your jacket, letting it fall to the floor, your clothes clinging to your skin from the rain. You could feel the fabric sticking to your body, the dampness making you shiver slightly, but the heat in the room—and the heat between the two of you—kept you from feeling cold. Cillian wandered off somewhere for a moment, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited, the anticipation almost unbearable.

When he returned, his eyes locked onto yours, a predatory glint in his gaze that made your breath hitch. He took a step closer, the distance between you shrinking to almost nothing as he asked, his voice low and laced with a hint of something dangerous, “What should we do now?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with suggestion, and you felt a rush of heat flood through you, your pulse quickening. You moved toward him, your steps slow and deliberate, closing the gap until you were inches away. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” you murmured, your voice trembling slightly despite the bravado in your words.

His hand reached up, fingers brushing against your cheek before trailing down to remove a stray piece of hair stuck to your face. His touch was light, almost reverent, but it sent sparks of electricity through your skin, making you feel like you were on fire. His hand continued its path down your arm, and you followed it with your eyes, watching as his fingers traced the outline of your veins, the simple action making your breath catch in your throat.

He moved his hand up to your shoulder, his fingers ghosting over the strap of your top before slowly sliding it down, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Your skin burned under his touch, a mix of desire and something else—something that felt like shame, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It felt too good, too right.

His hand slid up to your neck, his grip firm but not painful as he held you there, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. You clung to his black t-shirt, your fingers digging into the fabric as you tried to steady yourself, but the room seemed to spin around you, the intensity of the moment making you dizzy.

Cillian’s eyes bore into yours, his expression dark and filled with an unspoken promise as he whispered, his voice rough and filled with desire, “Tell me what you want.”

You wanted him—every part of him. You wanted to forget everything else, to lose yourself in this moment, to give in to the desire that had been simmering between you for days. And as his grip tightened slightly on your neck, pulling you closer until your lips were just a breath away from his, you knew there was no turning back.

"Kiss me," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

So he did. He kissed you, long and slow. His lips were soft yet urgent, and you melted into his touch. Your hands found their way to his damp hair, tangling in the strands as you deepened the kiss, savoring every moment. His breath mingled with yours, warm and laced with the faint taste of whiskey, his hands still cradling your face as if you were something fragile, something to be cherished.

But then the kiss deepened, the restraint unraveling as the need between you grew too powerful to contain. His hands slid from your face down to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. The kiss became more urgent, more demanding, as if he was trying to consume you, to lose himself in you. You responded in kind, your own hands gripping his t-shirt, pulling him closer, wanting more—needing more. The heat between you intensified, the tenderness giving way to something hotter, something that felt like it had been a long time coming.

The rain continued to patter softly against the windows, a distant sound that seemed to fade into the background as your focus narrowed to just him—to the way his hands gripped your waist, to the way his breath hitched when you bit down softly on his lower lip.

You started moving backward, the need to feel him against you overwhelming any thought of where this might be going. Your feet stumbled slightly as you both moved toward the couch, the dim light from the windows casting your entwined shadows across the floor. He guided you, his hands firm and sure, but there was a tenderness in the way he led you, as if he was still holding back, still trying to keep a grasp on the control that was slipping away.

You reached the edge of the couch, and he paused for a moment, his gaze intense as he looked at you, his chest heaving with the effort to catch his breath. “You're in control here,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, thick with the weight of the question, with the possibility of what was about to happen. "We stop whenever you want to, okay?"

Ever so polite, you thought. You answered him by pulling him down with you, your lips finding his again with a renewed urgency. The cushions gave way beneath you, the soft fabric enveloping you both as you sank into it. His body pressed against yours, the weight of him grounding you.

As the kiss deepened, became more frantic, more desperate, you could feel the tension in him—the barely restrained control he was struggling to maintain. His hands roamed over your body, landing on your jeans and slowly playing with the button, a silent request for permission.

"Don't stop now," you teased, your voice barely audible against his lips. He responded by deepening the kiss even further, his hands moving with purpose as he unbuttoned your jeans. He stopped for a moment, lowering himself to his knees in front of you, his hands taking off your shoes before sliding your jeans down your legs. He positioned himself between your legs once again, kissing you rough this time.

The couch was vast and soft underneath you as one of his hands traveled up your thigh—still not as high as you wanted it. You let out a needy moan, encouraging him. When his fingers brushed against the edge of your already wet panties, you couldn't help but arch your back in anticipation. He pushed them aside, his eyes never leaving yours. When his fingertips made contact with the wetness of your folds, he groaned too, in a way you found very satisfying.

"I've thought about this…a lot," he murmured, slipping a finger inside you, making you gasp with pleasure. "What you might sound like. What you might taste like. What you might feel like."

He pulled away from you swiftly, and you moaned at the loss. He kneeled down in front of you, his gaze intense as he leaned in to kiss your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. He pulled down your panties. You went stiff, suddenly aware of how exposed you were. He opened your thighs a little more, as if he wanted to see more. "I want to make you feel good," he whispered. "Let me taste you."

"Yes," you breathed out.

You couldn't stop looking at him as he pleasured you, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. Each flick of his tongue and gentle bite made you arch your back in ecstasy, completely lost in the moment. His hands tightened around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. He groaned in pleasure, and you opened your thighs wider. His tongue was thorough and deliberate, exploring every inch of you with precision. Your hands grabbed the couch cushions, trying to ground yourself as you felt yourself spiraling into pure bliss. And just when you started to roll your hips, he slid two fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made you gasp and moan uncontrollably.

It was too much. Pleasure consumed you as you arched your back violently against his touch and you moaned his name over and over again, letting go. You were drunk on him— his touch, his mouth, his scent—lost in the euphoria of the moment.

"Fuckin' incredible."

Well, yes, fucking incredible indeed. But not as incredible as it would feel to have him inside you completely, filling every inch of you. To reduce him to the whimpering mess he had just turned you into.

Before Cillian could do anything, you sat up and pushed him flat to the floor. You were both drunk and too eager to make it to the bedroom, so you might as well just do it right there on the living room rug.

He grunted in surprise, but his hands quickly found their way to your hips as you straddled him, pulling you closer. You removed your top, your breasts spilling out as you leaned down to capture his lips in a hungry kiss. His fingers gently tangle in your hair as you pull away from his mouth, pulling his black t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

He stopped breathing as you worked your way down his chest, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles until you reached the waistband of his jeans. Your hands made quick work of the button and zipper, and you eagerly slid them down his legs, revealing his growing arousal.

When your fingers wrapped around it—fuck—his skin felt hot and smooth against your touch, his breath hitching. You positioned yourself to take him in your mouth, savoring the taste of his desire as you licked a slow, teasing path along his cock. Cillian let out a ragged moan, his hands tangling in your hair.

You lifted your eyes. He had propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with his lips parted, pupils blown.

You had him.

You took him deeper, relishing the way he arched into your mouth, his groans spurring you on. With each flick of your tongue, you could feel him losing control, surrendering to the pleasure you were giving him. "Fuck, stop," he gasped, his voice strained with need. "I need to be inside you."

“Condom?” you asked, the question hanging in the thick air between you.

“Upstairs,” he said, his voice rough, almost pleading.

You hesitated for just a second. “I don’t mind… if you don’t.”

For a moment, he froze, his blue eyes darkening as they searched yours, as if to make sure he’d heard you right. Then, with a low growl that sent shivers down your spine, he nodded.

You released him with a smirk and sat up, swung over him. You positioned yourself so that his hands were on your hips, guiding you down onto him. The anticipation was electric, every nerve in your body alive with the need to be closer to him, to feel him, completely and without anything between you.

As you sank onto him, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, a low moan escaping from both of you. The feeling of being filled by him sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire between you that burned hotter with each thrust. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you matched his rhythm, lost in the intensity of the moment.

This was going to end you.

His movements became more urgent, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered your name. The room was filled with the sound of your mingled gasps and moans, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo off the walls. He felt so good, so right. His thrusts became more deep and harsh—you wanted even more. As if he read your mind, he sat up against the couch and kissed you deeply, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Bloody hell," he murmured against your lips, both his hands grabbed your face as he looked deeply into your eyes, and you circled your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and circling your hips in rhythm with his. Your breasts pressed against his chest, the heat between you both rising as your bodies moved in perfect synchronization. He was close—you were close. His hands roamed your back, your ass, and your breasts, and you threw your head back when his mouth found its way to your nipples.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, "Yes, oh—" you screamed as white-hot pleasure shot through your body, causing you both to reach the peak of ecstasy together. You felt his cock swell, filling you completely as he released with a guttural groan.

The intensity of the moment left you both breathless, bodies entwined in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. He had leaned back to the floor, and you had gone with him. He was rubbing your back, and your face was pressed to his chest.

"You okay, love?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin. You hummed, feeling content and safe in his arms, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

You stayed like that for a moment, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath you, the quiet rhythm of his breathing syncing with yours. His fingers kept tracing those gentle patterns on your back, grounding you, reminding you that you were still here, still connected. The afterglow wrapped around you both, a warmth that made you feel safe, cherished. You could still feel him inside you.

“How bad would it be if we just stayed here?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder might shatter the moment. There was a part of you that didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the spell.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest, and you could feel the rumble against your cheek. “Well, love,” he said, his voice laced with amusement, “I’m not sure how comfortable the floor will be in about twenty minutes, but I’d say it’s worth a try if you are.”

You laughed, the sound light and free. “Fair point,” you conceded, shifting slightly to look up at him. His eyes were warm, a little teasing, but there was an underlying tenderness that made your heart skip a beat.

“Come on,” he said gently, his hands sliding down your sides as he carefully helped you up. “Let’s get cleaned up. I promise the bed is much more inviting.”

He rose to his feet, extending a hand to help you up. You accepted, your legs feeling a little shaky as you stood, still a bit lightheaded from everything that had just happened. His hands lingered on your hips, steadying you, and you couldn’t help but smile at the care in his touch.

Together, you made your way upstairs, his arm draped around your shoulders as he guided you toward his bedroom. The space was warm, cozy, with a lived-in feel that made it undeniably his. The bed was unmade, sheets rumpled, as if he’d just gotten out of it before coming to find you.

He led you to the bathroom, where the soft glow of a single light illuminated the space. He turned on the shower, testing the water temperature before gesturing for you to step inside. You did, letting the hot water cascade over you, washing away the remnants of the night, though the memory of it clung to your skin. He joined you a moment later, his hands gentle as he helped you rinse off, his touch tender, almost reverent. You stood under the water together, letting the steam envelope you both.

When you were both clean, he handed you a towel, wrapping another around his waist. He left the bathroom for a moment and returned with a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, offering them to you.

“Here,” he said with a soft smile. “This will do.”

You took the clothes, slipping them on. The fabric was soft, worn in, and it smelled like him—woodsy, with a hint of something earthy and warm. You found yourself breathing it in, the scent comforting in a way you hadn’t expected.

When you were both dressed, he led you to the bed, pulling back the covers and slipping in beside you. He held the blanket up for you, and you slid in next to him, the cool sheets a welcome contrast to the warmth of his body. He immediately pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your waist as you nestled into his side, your head resting on his chest once more.

The room was dark, but the faint light from outside filtered in through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the walls. You could hear the rain still pattering against the window, a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy between you. His hand found yours under the covers, fingers intertwining as he held you close, his breath warm against your forehead. You could feel his heartbeat under your palm, steady and reassuring, and it lulled you into a state of deep relaxation.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but you knew he heard you. You don't know for what exactly you were thanking him, but it felt like the right thing to say in that moment.

He responded with a gentle squeeze of your hand, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

You didn’t need to say anything more. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. You both knew that tonight had changed something between you, something profound and unnameable, but for now, it was enough to just be here, together.

a/n: there you have it, i hope you guys liked it!! please like, reblog and comment. i wanna hear your thoughts! and as always, thank you for the support <3

[suffering-asthmatic-tifosi]

HIIII can i please ask for a hozier fluff gic, i love him so much and i never saw someone that write for him 😭😭😭

(im sorry if this is not correct, english is not my first language)

I'm so happy someone asked for Hozier!! I love andy sm too he's like comfort in a 6ft body! And I have a bunch of incredible writers ik that write for Andy!! (also its ok English is not my first language too)

@crimsonred-hi is like my FAVEEE Their master list: <3

but feel free to request whatever Hozi ideas you have <3

Warnings: None, just teeth rotting fluff

pairing: husband!Hozier x wife!reader

WC: 343

summary: Waking up with Andy is one of the most pleasurable moments of your day, especially today.

a/n: no joke this is one of my favorite fics so far lol. Enjoy <3

Bog Man

“Mornin Stórin,” Andrew said to you in a husky morning voice as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, planting kisses on your jaw.

You giggled at the tickle of his beard on your shoulder. “Good morning Bog man”

Andy lifted his head up from your neck, using his forearm as support to prop his upper body up.

“Why do people call me that?”, He asked, incredibly confused. 

You sat up on the bed beside him and placed your hand on his chest, softly caressing his lean figure, “Baby, look at you” You giggled and placed soft kisses on his hands. “Your songs are all about the forest and nature and love and light,” You planted more kisses on him, now on his cheekbones. “You embody romanticism and nature so perfectly” You planted a final kiss on his nose, with a small smile on your face, admiring your majestic husband.

“Love, you're so poetic today”, he said to you, pulling a hair out of your face. “But how does that make me a bog man?”

you paused for a moment before considering your answer.

“THE HAIR!” You say loudly as you run out of the bed you shared.

“Hey! Get back here!” Andrew ran after you into the kitchen where he found you running into a closet. He caught you and wrapped his long arms around you.

“Where do you think you're going Darlin’” He asked you tickling your sides

You giggled and begged him to stop, and after a couple more seconds he did.

A small moment of comfortable silence was shared between you both. His arms wrapped around you, protecting you from whatever may come your way. You looked into his ashy green eyes, finding specks of gold in them, revealing themselves by way of the morning light coming from the kitchen window. 

His summer auburn hair is frizzy and long, falling in his face as he looks into yours. The affection, palpable.

“What do you want for breakfast bog man?” You asked your husband with a playful grin.

“Anything you want my forest fae”

[mscherub]

Happy Birthday!

Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Reader is gender neutral, referred to as prefect, Y/N, and my pearl (by Azul)

Tags!:Fluff, established relationship

Warnings!: I barely tired, it’s short and not proofread 👍

A/N: AHHHH IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY, MY FAV CHARACTERS BIRTHDAY, guys im sane i promise you all I PROMISE— IM A DAY LATE SHHH, at least it’s out…smh

Plans and preparations were made accordingly to your liking the night before, conversing and making each bullet point sound plausible and reasonable, and of course it was with the help of the tweels. It was sweet, really, maybe they did care just a little, just a tiny bit, or maybe it was just for their own twisted personal gain. Either way, they helped you and endorsed the idea, Jade so kindly offering to watch over the dorm and other duties Azul usually tended to so you could take your personal bank out lovely boyfriend out and have fun. They had their reasons for why they were helping you, and you had yours. Azul gives you a lot, and you just wanted to pay him back in your own way on his special day, it seems like the least you can do for him.

So here you are in the Mostro Lounge kitchen at 5:00 am sharp, right at the ass crack of dawn, cooking breakfast with a small,dumb smile gracing your facial features and a small bounce in all of your movements. Of course you got permission to use the utilities, and you’re happy to be doing something, hopefully something he’ll appreciate. He’s “hard to please,” he says, but in reality, he’s just bluffing.

You take the pan and dump the omelette you had prepared onto the plate, fixing it up with garnishes and making sure it looks perfect, or at least edible. With a small hum of approval, you grab some toast from the toaster and plop in on the plate as well, setting the whole thing down on the tray and covering it. You grab a glass of milk and water for him, unsure of what he’d want, and you put that down. You grab the handles on the side and you push open the hinged doors with the side of your arm and walk to his room down the long hall to the dormitories.

The halls are quiet, but they’re beautifully lit by the iridescent and other glowing sea life organisms outside of the large glass windows that line the walls, it’s oddly peaceful.

You get to his door and you take a breath in before you slowly push it open, peering in and looking around the dim room, spotting a certain octo-mer lying in bed in a position akin to the fetal position. It’s silly to see him like this, and you haven’t had the opportunity to until now. You slowly and quietly slip in, closing the door behind you with your foot before walking over to the side of his bed and setting the breakfast you had prepared on the desk he has. His bed sheets are splayed haphazardly across his lower half, his hair a mess and sticking to the side of his face as he snoozes away peacefully. You go over and sit down on the edge of his bed, just gazing at him for a solid minute before you move some of the hair out of his face.

It’s almost comical how he responds to your touch, his eyes fluttering open slowly, mumbling something under his breath as he finally makes sense of what’s going on, and who’s in his room. His eyes open wide and he makes eye contact with you. He lets out a small yelp and sits up quickly, moving and pressing his back against the headboard.

“Woah, chill out it’s just me…” you fight back any giggles as you move your hand back “surprise, I guess? Also, happy birthday!” You beam. His face is flushed and he looks away.

“You…startled me. What’s the meaning of this…” he murmurs as his shoulders relax. He shakes his head and sighs.

“I just wanted to surprise you, for your birthday and all? Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday—“

“No I did not, than you very much.” He sighs, fixing his hair to the best of his abilities without any products. You get up and grab the tray, going back over and setting it down on his lap.

“The first present of the day. I hope it’s at least edible…” you chuckle, removing the lid and placing it off on the nightstand.

He looks down at it, his lips pursed and a look at his face betrays that he’s still in a dazed sleepy state. “I can feed you—“

“No! That’s not necessary…thank you, my pearl.” He murmurs as he picks up the fork, cutting into the omelette and taking a piece of it to his mouth.

“Edible?”

“Edible…” he smiles softly, looking down at the plate before looking back up at you. “This is awkward…partly because you’re seeing me in such a state of undress…and I’m eating in front of you.” He clears his throat and puts the fork back down.

“I don’t care about that. You’re even more pretty all tousled up. Loooooookieeeee, so cute.” You hum as you lean in and kiss his cheek. He doesn’t move away and he simply closes his eyes again, letting out a soft breath of air.

“You…are an interesting person, my pearl.” He murmurs out, still looking down.

“An interesting person who also happens to be yours. Remember that. You chose me anyways so don’t go making me look bad here…” you click your tongue and move your face away.

“That was not my intention.” He rolls his eyes. You smile and take the initiative and grab his glasses from his case, slipping them onto his face and moving close to him again. He sighs and takes a good look at you before he shifts again in his bed. “Thank you.”

You chuckle and ruffle his hair a bit, to poke fun at him just a little more. “Of course…I’d want you to be able to see me anyways. The person who made you such delectable food.” You muse

“Id have to say, unfortunately, Floyd could conjure up something better.” He smirks. That’s not nice of him…

“Harsh…but would Floyd go out of his way to even make you anything? A slim chance he would. So at least I’m better in that sense.” His smile widens and he nods, moving to sit up straighter.

“Are you gonna eat it or no?” You pout at him. He seems a little caught off guard but we slowly shakes his head.

“I had this whole day planned out, for caloric intake wise, seeing as we are to have—“

“Azul…it’s your birthday. Indulge a bit, damn.” You huff.

“It’s…”

“I love you for the way you are. But it’s fine, cmon, you need to get ready. I have things I wanna do with you. Jade and Floyd might tag along. You get ready and I’ll see you in your office.” You smile and take his hands, pulling him up out of bed before you place another kiss to his cheek. “Chop chop.”

With a little more pep in your step, you shuffle out of his room and leave him to get ready on his own, keeping your word and heading to his office, fixing up the small presents you had placed down just this morning. It was a simple present in looks, but it cost you a lot of money, having to work small side jobs at Sam’s Mystery shop just to even able to afford it. It was one of those special coins that he liked to collect, it was shiny, polished perfectly and kept in a tight seal, clearly kept in mint condition by the previous owners who had it. Just like any good gift, you wrapped it up nicely and even tied a little bow around it.

“Shrimpy! How’s it going!” Floyd hums happily from behind you. It’s obvious to hear the smirk he has in his face just from his voice. You turn around and face him, shrugging and looking back at the present.

“As well as it can go.”

“That’s simply all you can ask for.” Jade adds on calmly, moving into the office and settling down on one of the couches. “I’ll take the opportunity to prepare a cake for later, and Floyd will handle the dinner.”

“Aw, that’s nice, thank you.” You nod along to his words. “No mushrooms, though.”

“Yea yea! When you and ‘zul get back I’ll have his present ready.” Floyd smirks and plops down next to his brother.

“That sounds…ominous in a way.” You mutter as you lean against Azul’s desk.

Azul walks in and looks around, seeing the twins smirking at him, almost expectantly, but he doesn’t make a comment, simply turning and looking back at you. The small, wrapped present sits in your hands as you walk over to him, ushering your hand out towards him and smirking similarly to the twins. He quirks an eyebrow at the gift and takes it, looking it over.

“Shouldn’t I wait for later?” He questions, idly toying with the edge of the ribbon.

“I’d prefer you open this one now. Jade helped me pick out a few things for you later. This one I worked alone to get for you.” You add on, making the gift all the more sentimental.

He nods and opens it, smiling down at the gift. It was simple, but thoughtful, and something he had his eyes set on for a while. “It’s lovely. Thank you, my pearl.”

“Azullll, you should give Shrimpy a kiss, only the right way to say thank you.” Floyd giggles. He was getting a thrill out of watching Azul redden in the face from just a simple comment like that.

“Me and Azul are gonna head out now, but we’ll be back later!” You wave your hand towards Floyd in a motion to shut him up.

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You dragged Azul around town for a bit, of course having gotten permission to go off campus. Though, Crowley very reluctantly agreed to the idea.

You went to a cafe after an hour of parading around, Azul taking everything in and engraving any important business tactics or ideas he sees in his brain to save for later. You have to keep reminding him to just focus on the current moment, and he does so long as you keep talking with him. The date is short, sweet, simple, a little time together with just the two of you and no other distractions.

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You arrive back at the lounge in good fashion just for the time of the party. Everyone brings gifts and you have to try and keep Grim from eating everything before the party even starts. It’s loud, chatter and other meaningless chitchat goes on simply to pass time until Azul gets to open his presents.

“Hey, ‘zul…” you murmur, settling down next to him in a booth. He perks up and looks over at you, titling his head and waiting for you to say something. “Happy Birthday, my love.” You say sweetly, too sweetly. It’s suspicious. And before he can react, you pick up a slice of cake on a plate and smoosh it against his face, giggling almost manically. “Food fight!”

He lets out huff and he does the same thing right back to you, taking some of the frosting off of his face and smearing it across yours. This starts a war zone against everyone else within the lounge, everyone taking their own slices and attacking people who are least expectant of it. Soon enough, you sit behind a booth with Azul, hiding away from the globs of cake being thrown with brute force and magic. He shakes his head and wipes off his face again.

“Look what you’ve done. How will you pay for the repairs?” He looks at you, taking off his glasses and looking at how they’re covered with frosting.

“I didn’t think this would happen.” You chuckle. You scoot closer and kiss his cheek, the sweetness of the cake sticking.

“Lighten up. Nothing magic won’t fix.” You smile reassuringly.

“And putting you to work by cleaning it up…” he adds on with a matter-of-fact tone.

“No fair—“

Both you and Azul are splattered with more cake, sitting up you see Floyd and Jade with an empty cake stand, the contents now dumped on you two.

“Guys…” you huff.

“Happy Birthday, Azul!”

I gave up…I’m trying to write over things so I wanted to get this one out, A DAY LATE BUT SHHHH

Master List

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Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)

[alwayscorvus]

i have no idea whether or not you take request but ill just shoot my shot ( if u dont take reqs, its a-okay, you can just ignore this)

but if you do, would it be fine for me to request a fic with reader x werewolf!yuanwu ( too late for Halloween? perhaps, but its never a wrong time to enjoy some good supernatural stuff) and something about transformation and discovering about yuanwu's condition ( you dont have to rigidly follow this one, you have full creative freedom over this one)

im currently going insane w the lack of yuanwu content and my brain decides to make me more feral by giving an idea for werewolf!yuanwu <`3

Bittberry Tea

malereader x werewolf!Yuanwu, fluff;

one thing for sure, we both have a great sense of timing when it comes to "Halloween" vibes. I take requests but just hardly ever have time to write them (I mean... I have time for writing just not for translating it later...). So maybe u already forgot about your Yuanwu's phase... Still thanks a lot for it!

even if its not the best, it's probably the longest post i have ever written... and I will try to never make the same mistake again, so enjoy!

Sometimes changes in life weren't as bad as they might seem. Sometimes they opened up a doors for new opportunities.

Or at least that's what your father always said.

That's why when you had to move back to Jinzhou in order to take charge of family business, you weren't really bothered. After all, you had always been prepared for such a turn of events. You went on a trip around the world, met true masters in their fields and gained a knowledge in subjects of tea brewing and herb gathering, just because of that. Also, your father was getting older and his condition didn't really allow him to continue his work.

Time to use your hard-earned skills and expand Liuxian Teahouse's business by opening up customers to a new exotic flavors, has finally come.

But of course, road to success couldn't be too easy. And your enthusiasm was bound to run into a wall called "reality". That definitely chilled your father's dreams. Maybe your traditional teahouse wasn't going to rack and ruin, but for the past decade it clearly didn't live up to its potential in gaining more popularity. And you were the one who was supposed to change that. However, your customers didn't really seem to follow this vision. They were terrified of trying anything new. But surprisingly, you weren't completely taken aback by their attitude and still tried to convince them to new flavors and techniques.

Especially one particular person. Which was stubborn like no one else. And which, despite many attempts, never gave up in sticking to their old habits.

When you returned to Jinzhou, staff introduced him to you as a regular customer of your tea shop. Technically he was there first and that gave him a big advantage over you. But in the end, precisely because of that reason, you couldn't let him win.

How could a person who saw you almost every day miss out so much by closing themselves on only one solution?

-Yuanwu - you announced in an anticipating voice at the sight of a newly arriving customer. Almost feeling happy with the idea of your victim finally getting caught into a trap.

Man looked at you with slightly frightened eyes. He really hoped that he wouldn't find you behind a counter today.

Or let's be honest… it was a lie.

Subconsciously, he really wanted to see you. After all, he started coming here more often precisely because of you. Not like before; once or twice a week, but for the past six months almost daily. Just to see your warm smile and exchange a few sentences about how he was doing. He didn't feel the need to talk about himself. If he did, he always had a plenty of people in his gym that he could burden with his thoughts. Yet, he didn't. The only reason why he was getting out of his comfort zone was your charming voice… As soothing as a warm coat on an icy night, as hot as freshly brewed tea and as refreshing as a breeze of spring. Combination that Yuanwu loved and that he could listen to over and over again. Even if it was limited to just few simple answers, winks and snorts of laughter. Oh, how much Yuanwu would give to be able to hear more. Especially about you. Curiosity got the best of him.

But not today. Not during this period. Especially when this was getting closer.

-You weren't here yesterday -you pointed out correctly, trying to let his guard down- A tough fight?

You referred to this tournament that Yuanwu's gym had recently held while rolling up your sleeves to slowly get down to brewing his tea.

Man only mumbled at this with a nod. He really was exhausted. This season was seriously giving him a hard time, and this responsibilities that he had added to himself weren't really helping. But at first, he thought they would be the perfect solution to occupy his thoughts and give him a great excuse to not visit you until everything would be resolved. And while he actually managed to act wisely yesterday, today his instincts didn't let him. And brought him right at your door. Yuanwu hated that, it made him act completely like not him. He became hyperactive and relied on raw force as if in his teenage years. But he couldn't help it, even his calm approach wasn't able to overcome this urge. Before he could even think about it, he was already sitting on a stool at your bar.

Yuanwu scratched himself intensely behind his right ear. Place where his fedora unpleasantly squished his head began to itch heavily again. This time a habit that he also hated. Though maybe not so much, because it always made you smile. And although it involved a great amount of embarrassment (which Yuanwu had no intention of showing on his stoic face) nothing excited him more than your laugh. He really couldn't understand where this feelings were coming from, but ever since he saw you for the first time, some strange force had been pulling him persistently towards you. Exactly like you to him.

You secretly glanced at him with tenderness. Despite his age, proud aura, bulky body or even beard itself, you couldn't deny that sometimes Yuanwu reminded you of a big puppy. Even if he evoked fear and awe in others, there were some certain adorable slip-ups that he made. Reactions of excitement when you agreed with him or sad pouts when he found out that he wouldn't see you for the weekend. All those little gestures unnoticeable at first glance that didn't let you dismiss this thought.

Yuanwu took his fedora off and placed it carefully on the wooden countertop, not far from his hands, which he intertwined together just a seconds later.

He looked in your direction and swallowed his saliva heavily. Seeing your arms exposed to your elbows and your veins tensed from precarious job, Watching your exposed arms and veins, tensed up from precise job, made something unpleasantly swirl around in his stomach. Your focused gaze and carefully thought-out movements while crushing the leaves didn't help either. Your elegance in performing of such a simple tasks was breathtaking. Your movements were so smooth, as if you had done it thousands of times before. And Yuanwu didn't doubt that this could be the case. You were so dedicated to your work that man didn't allow himself to question your passion for your profession or years you had dedicated to perfecting yourself. Yuanwu greatly admired your devotion.

But wait a minute. Something wasn't right. Man looked suspiciously at the stickers of a boxes that you had just used.

-I will have a Bittberry Tea- he warned right away, and you sighed in resignation.

-Fine - you gently lifted one corner of your lips, more amused than offended at the idea of being caught red-handed.

You definitely weren't trying to secretly sneak the other tea.

Or maybe you did.

But at least you didn't have any bad intentions!

And Yuanwu knew this very well. And after all this attempts in convincing him to try something new, he would have agreed to go along a long time ago. After all, he was already too old for such pestering and this types of games were too tiresome and tedious for him. But if the case involved you... Man just had to admit that he was fond of your attention. And thanks to this tea he was gaining a lot of it. If he gave in, your little play would stop and he would lose the only excuse he had to pique your interest.

Or at least that's what he thought.

-By the way… I was just wondering… -you turned your back to Yuanwu as if looking for a new cup, but in fact slightly embarrassed by your sudden boldness- This Saturday there is a full moon and... -your hand froze in a mid-air- I know a great place from where you can see the moon perfectly. Weather hasn't been good lately, but now it's supposed to be suitable for night walks - word by word you quickened your pace, trying to have this stressful moment behind you as soon as possible- when I was still a teenager I loved to stay there and admire the moon for hours. Maybe- Just maybe-… - you turned rapidly towards Yuanwu- you would like to go there with me?

Man looked at you with wide-open eyes. Almost as if he saw a ghost.

You smiled awkwardly. You just screwed up.

How could you even think about having a chance with someone like Yuanwu?! Let's be honest, after all, someone like him was bound to already have a partner. Even if he didn't brag about it. And if not. You were a simple tea seller, while he ran the most respected gym in all Huanglong. You were out of his league. He wouldn't even look at you.

While you felt a mental breakdown. Yuanwu gently slid down on his stool and with an sudden “excuse me!” ran out of a teahouse.

You watched with resignation as his figure disappeared behind a slightly glazed door.

This clearly wasn't the best moment.

It's a good thing that tea makers weren't required to be overly intelligent. Because, if your father had seen you just now, he would have definitely disinherited you from the rights of your family business.

Did you, in your foolishness, choose to talk to Yuanwu and try to repair your not even developed relationship, after he didn't show up at your place for the past three days? Yes. And was it a good idea? Absolutely not.

But something deep inside you told you that you couldn't let it go just like that. Over the past few months, you had grown used to seeing this gray-haired man who decided to reveal his vulnerability to you. And you couldn't imagine ending things like that. Without any answer. That wasn't even in Yuanwu's style.

Anyway, you hoped that even though he didn't reciprocate your feelings he would at least agree to remain as your friend. After all, you didn't even declare anything.

Anyone could have gone on a night walk in the moonlight… Right?

You didn't find him at the gym. You didn't find him at home. You felt a sense of resignation, but only for a moment. Yuanwu's kind neighbor gave you an idea about his potential whereabouts. Although she didn't know him very well, as he rarely talked about himself, she was a great observer. And a bit prying by the way… She couldn't help but pay attention to his enight escapades. Especially since he always came back from them pretty bruised. As if he had drunk a lot and run into a wrong company. And everyone thought that he was such a well-mannered gentleman! Such lies couldn't spread on neighbor's watch. She wasted a couple of evenings, but it was worth it -or at least, that's how she bragged.

Looking carefully through the window, she finally came to a conclusion. Surprisingly, man wasn't sneaking to a bars but somewhere out of town. She had probably hoped for something else. Because this rumors didn't sound as spicy as they might have. But at least she learned some of the truth that was unknown to others. And if it weren't for her old, sick legs that slowly refused to obey her, she would certainly have known more of it.

Not really bothered by older woman's remarks, you focused on Yuanwu himself and headed to a pointed direction. It was getting dark outside so you wanted to find him as soon as possible.

There was only one path leading in the given way, not really awell-trodden one, but you recognized it immediately. It led to a small forest where you and your father used to collect leaves for brews. You remembered this place well thanks to a small wooden woodcutter's hut. Once... magical and cozy. Now... rather abandoned and falling.

You tilted your head to the side pleasantly surprised. There was a smoke coming from a chimney, which suggested someone's presence.

Yuanwu - you thought with hope and rushed to the door hastily knocking.

Nothing.

You repeated.

Still nothing.

Exactly as if he was hoping for you to think that no one was here and leave.

-Yuanwu, I know you are there. Please open up. Let's talk.

Silence.

You growled in disappointment and banged your fist onto a door.

-Yuanwu, please-

You whimpered.

-I won't leave until I find out why you ran out like a scalded cat. I know that we may never have gotten to know each other more deeply, but I've managed to really like you and I can't imagine us suddenly stopping talking. I can't imagine my days at work without you by my side- I-.... -you spoke pleadingly until you heard a quiet rustling.

Your eyes lit up. You took a step back.

Locks in doors clicked. Rotten planks shifted with weight.

Through a small crack you saw a wasted face of Yuanwu. Dark circles stung your heart.

-Just hurry.

He swung the door open, letting you inside.

With each of your movements, a cloud of dust rose in the air. You coughed, chasing away an unwelcome gray particles.

Finally, you were able to get a better look at him. He was hunched over and drenched in sweat. Exhausted as if he hadn't slept for a week. With his right hand, he held up a small oil lamp, and with his left, he pressed tighter to his chest a thick blanket that wrapped around him like a coat.

Yuanwu carefully put down on a small table the only source of light besides a fireplace and threw himself onto the old mattress located right next to him on icy floor.

You moved toward the windows, wishing to brighten the room with more light thanks to a rising moon.

-No!

You heard a desperate scream and instantly turned towards man.

-Just... please don't.

-O-okay?

You took slow, uncertain steps to curled up Yuanwu. You weren't sure what had just happened, but his condition definitely scared you. The only thing you thought about was helping him, but you didn't really know how.

Seeing that he wasn't reacting badly to your closeness, you crouched down and gently placed your hand on his shoulder. He shuddered. But didn't push you away. So you allowed yourself to gently massage his arm through a pile of old rags.

-Are you all right? Did someone hurt you? Just tell me what I can do to help you-

-Everything is all right. Nothing has happened. I'm just-… ill. And I need some space - he was speaking calmly in a weak voice- And about… That. Do not worry. You know that sometimes I haven't visited you for a while, but I always came back. Now I will also be back. Just not today… And maybe not tomorrow - he laughed bitterly- But the day after tomorrow I will definitely return, for you to once again try to push something in me that is not a Bittberry Tea. Everything will be the same as before. Of course, as long as you still want to keep in touch with me - he reflected.

-Of course I want to! - you protested- After all, that's why I'm here. But that doesn't explain anything-

-Good. -he smiled slightly- But now you should go. There is no time-

-What? I'm not going anywhere-

-No, really. I don't know why, but it's much worse this time-

-What's worse?

-That's-... not important! Please. Go

-No way, I'm not going anywhere until I know what this is all about

Yuanwu shuddered again. This time harder. As if some strange force threw his body. He curled into a ball and gripped his ears to cut off all the loud sounds.

-Yuanwu? -you whispered- Please, say what's-...

-Too late.

A shiver went through your spine. Something in those words and his tone made your blood run cold. But you still didn't move away. On the contrary, you covered him with your body and hugged tightly.

Yuanwu began to shuffle and pull away. But you were stronger, more desperate.

-Let go! I will hurt you - he groaned with difficulty, before his voice got replaced with loud growls and screams of pain.

Agony, as if someone was tearing him apart.

-Not a chance

You gripped him even tighter. Squeezed your eyes shut and waited.

You thought it was just an ordinary convulsionof person in fever. That it would pass soon.

Until it didn't. Until his limbs began to bend in different directions. Until blankets began to tear. Until you felt rough hairs under your fingers.

Something like… fur?

You felt a punch. With a loud thump you fell on the floor. He pushed you away.

More gasps, groans. Cries in indescribable pain.

Finally, a loud howl.

You pulled yourself up, trying to sit up. You rubbed your eyes and looked ahead.

You couldn't believe in what you were seeing.

In front of you, there was a hunched over Yuanwu. Or at least someone who looked like him. He was bigger. More muscular. Naked. But not quite. His torn clothes were replaced by silvery fur, similar to his natural hair color.

You weren't sure what you had just experienced.

Yuanwu looked at you with a frightened and troubled gaze. His eyes, though currently more of a predator than Yuanwu himself, showed a fearful look. Scared of being judged.

-What-… -you quickly corrected yourself- who-…. who are you?

Yuanwu whimpered, letting out the first tears.

You ran out of breath. Why- why was he crying?

-I know that I am a monster. But please, please, can you not leave me? -he threw out pleadingly in a moment of weakness.

Who had hurt him so much to bring such a large, reserved man to this state?

-Please?

His breaking voice tore your heart.

You didn't think twice. You pushed back in a sudden surge of energy and once again threw yourself with a hug on Yuanwu. Your Yuanwu.

You didn't wait for explanations. You didn't need assurances. You didn't even think that Yuanwu could hurt you.

The only thing you wanted to do at that moment, in all this chaos, was to keep him safe.

BONUS:

Liuxian Teahouse was famous for its openness to all four-legged friends. Yuanwu knew this very well, and that's why at first he chose exactly that teahouse.

Whenever he was there he didn't miss a chance to feed his beloved cats. And each time this happened, it greatly amused you. Whenever man approached bowls, cats hissed jumped straight and ran away in a hurry. Leaving Yuanwu with a disappointed look.

However, he never gave up. Poured food to the brim and removed himself into the shadows.

Whenever he left, animals returned. And he, sipping hot tea at the bar, dreamily admired the fluffy creatures who happily ate.

In the past, you were truly fascinated with the idea of cats disliking such a kind man.

Now you knew their secret.

[xoxoxkisses]

“I’m not yours.”

Warnings: small angst, slight sanemi x reader, not proofread (sorry im too lazy)

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You have liked Tokito for a few months now. He had saved you in a previous battle and ever since you’ve fallen for him more and more. You were finally able to apply to be someone Tsuguko, so obviously you applied to become Tokito’s.

You had sent him a letter applying to become his Tsuguko and now you were waiting for his response. As you were washing up from a training session, Tokito’s crow brought a letter to you. As you reached for it you told her thank you and opened the letter.

“I apologize for taking a while to write back, I have been thinking about your application for a while now. I accept you as my Tsuguko. Meet me at my estate at dawn and bring all of your belongings as you will stay with me from now on. -Tokito”

You jumped with joy. You didn’t hesitate to go pack for the next day.

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As you walked to the Mist Hashira’s estate, your heart was beating fast. You were nervous you would disappoint him. As you entered the courtyard of the estate you could see Tokito waiting at the stairs for you. As you walked further he saw you and offered to help you with your bags.

Once you got your stuff settled, Tokito told you it was time for your first training session. As the two of you walked to the training area, he spoke up. “I’ve heard many good things about you which is why it took me a while to answer your letter. You are my first Tsuguko after all.” You were shocked when he said the last sentence. How could you be his first Tsuguko?

The two of you began to train. He had requested you to strike at the tree in front of you. He complimented you on your skills, but also told you a lot of things you need to work on. You were very appreciative for his help and advice. You both trained hard until the end of the day.

The two of you had went inside now. Your stomach growled, you were hungry. You haven’t ate since lunch and it was now dusk. “Master Tokito, would you like me to make dinner?” He looked at you and tilted his head, “I suppose that wouldn’t be a bad idea. Go ahead, i don’t care what you cook.” You smiled at him and started cooking. You had made some ramen as you were too tired to make anything big.

As you sat down to eat, Tokito ate with you. You two didn’t really talk much, just a few thanks and compliments on the food. Once you both were done, you cleaned the table and Tokito washed the dishes. When you were done, you told him goodnight and started towards your room. “Y/N.” You turned around confused. “Yes Master Tokito?” You looked at him with a confused look on your face. “I just wanted to say you did good today.” You smiled at him and said thank you. You turned and carried on to your room. ————————————————————————

It has been a few weeks since you have been training under Tokito, and it seems as your relationship with each other has grown. The two of you talked more and went everywhere together.

Tokito was sent on a mission a few days ago. You trained hard and took care of things around the estate. As you were making lunch, you heard the door opened and there Tokito stood. “Welcome back!” You said smiling. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.” You were nervous with the tone of his voice. He sounded serious. “Okay Master Tokito.” You stopped what you were doing and went to him. The two of you sat down and stared at each other.

“When I was gone on my mission I met a girl. And I need your help.” His face lit up with red. The blood drained from your face, you felt your chest get tight and you felt yourself shaking. “..Oh wow..! I’m happy for you, what can I do to help..?” You were trying to hold yourself up, you couldn’t break down in front of him. “Well I’d like advice to make a move on her.” He was looking at the ground now smiling. He’s never smiled like that at you.

“Well maybe you can ask her on a date and take her to one of your favorite spots.” Tears were threatening to come now. “That’s a good idea. Thanks Y/N, you’re the best Tsuguko I could ask for.” He smiled at you, and your heart fluttered. You excused yourself and went to your room.

Tokito noticed you haven’t been your outgoing self lately. You always brushed it off as you were tired. He started talking about her more and more. He talked about her at every chance he could, at dinner, lunch, training. You couldn’t take it anymore. As he was talking about her at dinner, you interrupted him and excused yourself. You washed your dishes and went to your room.

In your room you wrote a letter to your best friend, Mitsuri. The two of you became friends after seeing each other a lot once you became Tokito’s Tsuguko. After you sent the letter you started crying. You suppose Tokito heard you as his knocked on the door asking if you were okay. With muffled sniffles, you told him you were and he walked away.

He was confused on why you left. He noticed you had been acting different but he didn’t know why. Once he finished his food and washed his dishes, he went to his room. But on his way he heard sniffles coming from your room. When you said you were fine he knew you weren’t but didn’t want to bother you.

Mitsuri answered you back the next day. She asked for you to come hang out with her. You accepted and told Tokito about it and he let you go. As the two of you walked around, you saw Tokito and the girl he liked. The way they looked at each other was making you upset. You wanted him to look at you that way, not her. Mitsuri noticed and gasped, she looked at you to turn you away, but you were already crying. Tokito looked over and saw the two of you, and you crying. You ran off before he could come over.

He saw you run and he was concerned. He excused himself from the girl and went to Mitsuri. “What is wrong with Y/N?” He looked worried. “Well Tokito..Y/N likes you, and they have for a while.” His eyes went wide. “What?” He couldn’t believe it at all.

He knew where you were, without thinking he and the girl he was with went there. Once they arrived, he saw you sitting in the field of daisies crying. “Y/N?” You heard him call. You turned around and saw her. “Master Tokito, what is she doing here.” There was a hint of anger in your voice. Why would he bring her to your spot? “It would have been rude if I didn’t Y/N.” He tried to justify himself. “No, it’s rude you did bring her. This place is my secret, you know that.” You turned away from him. Both of them walked up to you he sat down next to you as the girl sat on the other side. “I’m sorry Y/N.” He said looking at you. You didn’t say anything. That’s when she spoke up. “Did you not hear him? He said he’s sorry. I’m sorry he likes me and not you, im just better.” Something inside you snapped. You slapped her and walked off, Tokito trying to stop you.

You arrived at his estate and packed your belongings. You were going back to your estate. You didn’t regret anything you did. In your eyes she deserved it. ————————————————————————

It had been a few days since you spoke to Tokito. You had been sent on a mission. As you arrived, you were instantly surrounded by demons. You tried to fight back but there was too many and just one of you. You held them off as long as you could but they were all attacking you. You couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when the Wind Hashira showed up. He couldn’t even belittle you as he could tell you tried your best. Once he finished the rest of them, he picked you up and ran you back to the Butterfly Mansion.

Shinobu had told him your injuries were severe and you may not make it. Sanemi stayed with you, hoping you’d wake up. It had been a month and there was still no signs of you waking up. Until one day you hand twitched. Sanemi saw and ran to get Shinobu. You woke up not too long after and she did a check up on you.

You stayed there for a few weeks. Sanemi was always there for you. When you were able to leave, you went to your estate. Sanemi went with you to make sure you made it safely. At your estate, you saw Tokito. When he saw you his face lit up and he ran to you. “Y/N, you’re alive! I thought I lost you!” He hugged you. You tried pushing him away but you were too weak. Sanemi noticed this and pushed him away for you. “You aren’t needed here Tokito. Go home.” Tokito looked at you guys. “But shes mine.” He said with a glare. “I’m not yours. I never was.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes. He looked at you and started crying. After that he left.

Sanemi stayed with you for a few days. Although you were better and got sent home, you were coming down with a fever. He tried helping you but you continued to get worse. Shinobu would come to you to try to treat you, but nothing worked.

A few days later Sanemi was at your side holding your hand. You looked at him. “Sanemi, thank you for being there for me when I needed it. But I think it’s time.” You had tears in your eyes. “Y/N, you’re going to be fine, I’ll call Shinobu.” He tried to get up to call her. “No Sanemi. She wont make it in time. Please just stay here and hold me.” And so he did. He picked you up and held you. That’s when you took your last breath.

Sanemi always blamed Tokito for your death. If it wasn’t for him you would’ve been ready to fight those demons. Sanemi would always see you in his dreams, he missed you dearly. And so did you. ————————————————————————

a/n: I know I said I only write for Muichiro, but I couldn’t help but add a small Sanemi x reader 😖

[rvzcvx]

HEYYY i dont really fanfictions but idk,I really liked one of your fanfictions ,is it possible to have a FanFiction with bill x m!reader Or reader non gender ?🎀 With 2005 bill cause he's my favorite Era,I want something cute and fluff cause he was 16..I just had the idea that bill and reader don't really understand it because like bill speak.german and he doesn't understand english and reader doesn't understand german😭!Afterwards for the rest I leave you free ideas! because I trust you

Love you🫶

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

pairing: 2005 bill x male reader

warnings: nothing, just fluff

a/n: im sorry for not posting for so long but i had to focus on school. i promise that i will try to post more often!! and btw i love you too, i hope youre gonna like what i wrote

I still couldn't believe it, I was sitting in the living room of Bill Kaulitz, my boyfriend, from my favorite band. It felt surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

The room was filled with posters, CDs, and personal items that gave it a cozy vibe. Bill was in the kitchen, making us some tea. I could hear him humming softly, his voice always managing to soothe my nerves.

We met a few months ago after one of his concerts. I had been a fan for years, and the opportunity to see him perform live was a dream come true. I never imagined that I would actually meet him, let alone start a relationship with him. It was hard at first, with him speaking mainly German and me only knowing English, but we found ways to communicate.

Bill walked back into the room, holding two steaming cups of tea. He smiled warmly and handed me one. "Hier, für dich." he said, his accent making the words sound even more special.

"Danke." I replied, one of the few German words I had mastered. I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through me.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, sipping our tea. Bill looked at me, his eyes full of affection and something else I couldn't quite place.

"You... like the tea?" he asked, his English slow but deliberate. "Yes" I nodded, "It's perfect, just like everything you do."

Bill blushed, a soft pink tint coloring his cheeks. "Danke, mein liebling." he said, reaching out to take my hand. His touch was gentle and reassuring, a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.

We had learned to bridge the gap between our languages with gestures, smiles, and a lot of patience. Bill would teach me simple German phrases, and I would help him with his English. It was a process, but one that brought us even closer.

Bill set his cup down and moved closer to me on the couch. He pulled me into a warm embrace, and I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the unspoken words fill the space between us. His arms around me were my safe haven, a place where I felt completely at home.

After a while, Bill pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. "You... make me very happy." he said, his English improving day by day.

"You make me happy too, Bill." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know."

Bill's smile widened, and he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of all the things we couldn't yet say in words. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, but content.

He wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me close. "Ich liebe dich." he whispered into my ear. I had learned that phrase early on. "I love you too, Bill" I replied.

As the evening turned into night, we continued to talk, laugh, and simply enjoy each other's company. It didn't matter that we spoke different languages; what mattered was the love we shared and the bond that grew stronger every day.

By the time we decided to call it a night, I felt more connected to Bill than ever. We climbed into bed, cuddling close under the warm blankets. Bill held me tight, his presence a comforting weight next to me.

"Gute nacht , mein Liebling." he murmured sleepily. "Goodnight, Billy." I replied, feeling my eyes grow heavy.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that whatever challenges we faced, we would face them together. Our love was stronger than any language barrier, and that was all that mattered. In Bill's arms, I felt at home, loved, and understood. And that was a feeling that needed no translation.

[mafuluzx]

Hi Mafu!! Ok, so im thinking of reader having a not-so-secret crush on Kai (Tournament Of Elements) and when he starts trying to impress Skylor (?), reader gets jealous and inevitably confesses to him? im a sucker for unrequited love BUT, i hate sad endings 😔

I hear you my guy, let's do this. I got a perfect idea for the reader and plot, but I wasn't happy with my first draft so I wrote the whole thing AGAIN. So sorry it took this long! (Also to other readers, currently 3 more somewhat different oneshots are in progress!)

Though there was a little problem with the ending. I didn't want to make it sad, but unrequited love is sad as hell. So I just... did something? Yeah, it might not be the best. I STILL STAND BY MY PERFECT IDEA STATEMENT THOUGH!

One more thing: One thing I don't like about oneshots is that I don't have time to make character backstories full and character development is none existent. RAH!

Kai x male reader oneshot!

Ya'll know it, season 4, baby!

Lightning in a Bottle

(y/n) was finally in his element, no, not literally. Well, Jay did always call him the Master of Attention-seeking, but (y/n) didn't need to 'seek' anything now.

Lloyd, the leader of the group, was wary. Jay and Cole, well, they were somewhat exited. And Kai? The usual, for now.

The 'after party' was supposed to be an informal event to those who had survived the first few rounds of the games. But it could hardly be called that, when Chen was the one hosting it. Sensei Garmadon hadn't even bothered to show up.

There was a table filled with a total feast, much to Cole's delight. Basically everyone who was still in the tournament was there, along with kabuki and other servants. Though Lloyd had insisted against it, the ninja team had split up to enjoy themselves after the most stressful 48 hours of their lives.

So basically, the crowd was huge. And though many were wary of the ninja, (y/n) won over peoples hearts left and right, as he usually did.

The eyes on him brought out a proud smile. (y/n) had all the attention he could need. And didn't have to create it himself, like he usually did, with his powers. He was a ninja and part of the tournament, so of course he had an element. The Element of Illusion.

A good distraction, even better against those who hadn't anticipated. And (y/n) had basically mastered it. His illusion, as long as he was clear headed himself, were perfect.

Even when not in battle, (y/n) would still use it. When he felt bad, felt down, or felt... they way he did before he met the team, he'd do it. He'd create illusions, crowds of people, all there to give him affirmation.

Okay, not all his uses for his powers were depressing like that. In fact, his powers would sometimes do their own thing. When (y/n) was happy, 'flowers' would bloom in places they really weren't supposed to. And when he was mad, those flowers would wilt and droop downward pathetically.

But as long as he was at the center of at least someones eyes, he was happy as if he had just caught lightning in a bottle. That was just the kind of person he was. (y/n) had to admit, Jay's usual nickname for him wasn't that far off.

(y/n) didn't ponder how he grew up like this, probably had something to do with neglect in his childhood. But well, his favorite past times were talking, listening, gossiping and partying.

On the sofa (y/n) comfortably lounged on, the Illusion ninja was chatting with one of the other competitor, the Master of Light, Mr. Pale, or Jared Pale, 32, twice divorced and currently in a fight defending all his property in a legal battle with his second ex-wife, as (y/n) now knew.

"Come on, tell me more about your powers," Mr. Pale really though he was the one draining information out of (y/n), but he couldn't be more wrong. "How do they work?"

"Just like yours do, Jason." (y/n) smiled sweetly, acting as if he didn't realize what Mr. Pale was trying to get out of him. (y/n) took a sip from his glass filled with bourbon and ice. It was only his first, so he wasn't even a little out of it yet. But he had told Lloyd it was ice tea, otherwise the green ninja would have 100% taken the entire thing away from him already.

Around (y/n) were both neon lights and lanterns, highlighting him as the star attraction of the room. Those had appeared on their own, but out of consideration, (y/n) had created Chen a little crown illusion just to make sure he wouldn't get jealous.

(y/n) took another sip of his drink, before sighing contently. But then his eyes traveled to something on the side of the hall, and suddenly (y/n) was neither listening to what Mr. Pale was saying or even smiling.

By the standing table with the feast, Skylor, red-headed Master of Amber was filling her plate with food while Kai Smith, red ninja, fire ninja, king of all things stubborn stood next to her with that idiotic grin on his face.

(y/n) had visualized it multiple times. If he had counted, which he hadn't done, that would probably be his most common illusion. That stupid smile, looking at him, for even once.

No, no, (y/n) couldn't be mad. He was chatting with Mr. Pale, Kai was chatting with Skylor. Nothing wrong with that. ...But they were so obviously flirting that it stung.

(y/n) wouldn't admit it. It was hardly a secret either. (y/n) couldn't keep other people's secrets nor his own, everyone except for the Master of Fire himself knew (y/n) liked him! And with a few more years of dropping obvious hints, Kai was sure to catch on sooner or later.

Skylor noticed something on Kai's shoulder and patted it off. Kai was blushing.

(y/n) had done that as well, so why was Kai reacting like that? What made him any different from her.

Kai tried to reach out to Skylor when she wasn't looking and casually drape his arm over her shoulder, the same thing he used to do with (y/n) no less, but pulled back and disguised it as just scratching his neck at the last second.

(y/n) was angry, but at the same time, relieved.

Kai probably gave Skylor a backhanded compliment, because for a moment she looked just like (y/n) when Kai suddenly gave him those.

Things like... 'You're stronger than you think', 'I want you here', 'it wouldn't be the same without you'. They were no love confessions, but (y/n) couldn't help but hope they might be leading that way. 'you might not matter to everyone, but you matter to us. You matter to me'... Was it all casual?!

Kai was leaning against the feast table 'coolly', but he ended up accidentally knocking over a bowl of fortune cookies. This made his scramble awkwardly like crazy, but the scene brought a tiny laugh from Skylor's lips, and that made Kai's widen as if he had melted.

Suddenly the lanterns grew dim, and the neon signs crackled out, and whatever other illusions (y/n) had accidentally created faded from sight.

Only a spotlight stayed on Kai, and yes, I still mean it literally. Skylor was the one who pointed it out, motioning from Kai's feet all the way to the ceiling.

Kai too looked up or down, before his face changed to one of realization. He looked around before finally spotting (y/n) and pointing over to him, saying something to Skylor at the same time. Then, the red ninja waved to him.

(y/n) didn't wave back, and instead pointed up, motioning 'look up''. Kai understood and did just that. But instead of a spotlight, the illusion had changed to a storm cloud. And with a swift move from (y/n)'s hand, a lightning strike shot at Kai. Not only was it loud, but it also shook Kai out of his skin.

Of course, it wasn't real, but Kai still turned to (y/n) with a face of a drenched puppy, as if asking 'why?''

(y/n) wasn't going to answer as he stood up from the sofa. He offered Mr. Pale a few parting words while thrusting his glass into the hands of one of the kabuki, before storming out.

He didn't bother going to his room or even staying inside for that matter, instead he rushed out to get some fresh air to calm his head.

But even the air couldn't save him, when the door behind him burst open.

Kai was out of breath and he looked pissed. But compared to the anger on (y/n)'s face, he was just an annoyed chipmunk.

"Go back, Kai," (y/n) snapped, turning on his heel so fast that Kai almost ran into him. "I left because I want to be alone, is that not obvious?"

Kai threw his hands up. "I just wanna talk-"

"Oh, now you wanna talk?" (y/n) let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Funny, because I don't remember you talking to me like that back there. No, you were too busy staring at her like she hung the damn moon."

Kai’s expression twisted, confusion flashing across his face. "Wait... is this about Skylor?"

"Ding ding ding, give the man a prize," (y/n) said mockingly, turning around and stomp away. But before he could take more than two steps, Kai grabbed him, gripping his arms tightly.

"(Y/n), will you just-" Kai tried to get a few words out, but was cut off.

"Let go of me!" (y/n) snapped again, struggling against Kai's grip. He could've easily broken free if he wanted to, the two were on the same level of strength. But (y/n) didn't have the energy. He shoved at Kai's chest, trying to break free, but Kai held firm.

(y/n) was the most dramatic person the team knew, but they never called him over the top or dramatic. An attention seeker, yes, but nothing more. (y/n) was sure he was trying to bend the line of understanding on Kai's part. He wondered when the 'you're acting like a kid!' would fall out of his mouth.

"Just listen to me-" Kai tried to sound patient. Unfortunately, Kai and 'patient' could never fit together.

"I don't wanna listen! I don't wanna hear whatever you have to say!" (y/n) spat, his voice rising with every word. "Because it will never compare to what you say to her!"

Kai's grip faltered for half a second, but (y/n) was too far gone to stop now.

"You don't see me," (y/n) repeated, his voice shaking. "You don't hear me... You are such an idiot!"

Kai's lips parted, like he wanted to argue, but (y/n) cut him off before he could.

"You're basically blind!" (y/n) slammed his fists against Kai's chest, his anger boiling over. "I hate you and your stupid face! I hate your stubborn attitude! I hate that you act cool all the time, and I hate that you're actually cool when you don't try!" His voice cracked, but he didn't stop. His fists pounded against Kai's chest with every word. "And I hate that I like it all!"

Silence.

(y/n) froze, his breath coming out in sharp, ragged pants. His hands trembled where they rested against Kai's chest, but he didn't have the strength to pull away.

Kai stared at him, stunned. His arms, which had been holding (y/n) in place, slowly dropped to his sides.

The realization hit him all at once. Like a punch to the gut.

(y/n) turned his head away, squeezing his eyes shut. His whole body felt like it was burning, a painful heat curling in his chest.

"Let me go, Kai," he muttered. This time, Kai did, staring as (y/n) stepped away from him.

Though (y/n) had gotten a bit emotional, he suddenly felt better. Like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He was still angry as hell, but looking Kai in the eyes wasn't a dreadful thought anymore.

Kai was definitely still processing things as he spoke up. "I- Just- Give me some time to think-" Kai tried to say something, but (y/n) cut him off again.

"Think? What is there to think about?" (y/n) scoffed.

"All of this! I never knew, it's surprising..." Kai scratched the back of his neck. He didn't look that surprised, more like... happy.

Of course, someone admitted they liked him! Kai and his huge ego,(y/n) thought.

"NO SHIT!!" (y/n) shouted and turned around, rolling his eyes.

"Hey- wait!" Kai tried to reach out, but (y/n) had taken off speed-walking away.

"Nope! You heard what I said, now get back to your red-head girlfriend!" (y/n) covered his ears, shouting as he picked up the pace.

"Come on, she isn't-" "LAA LAA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"

[liamket]

FINALLY THE ANALYSIS POST I SWEAR I DIDN'T FORGET AGAIN!!!!!

ohhh i have so many thoughs my brain is fully working (not really but !!! love these boys)

Alr will divide this between Central Room pt.2 and pt.3 so. yeah.

Central room pt.2

first off:

I've checked the past updates, i dont know exactly if they say it explicitly or i just missed where they do so, but i want to talk about how Wild and Four have different ideas about this:

Four is worried about Twilight, the man just came out of a lethal situation, and still keeps pushing himself up without letting his body rest more than necessary. Yes he might have regained most of his strength, but what if there was something still wrong?

Wild on the other hand is happy that his brother is back, that he is still able to come out of a dangerous situation and walk. Maybe Twilight had told him some stories of his adventure, telling him how he recovered from near-death situations. This is just another one of these that will become another story, and will not be the last. Wild trust him to keep going, to keep fighting, this divine beast will not fall so easily and he knows it

I also wanted to talk a little about this one, Four is still unhappy about Twi using dark magic, he hasn't directly adressed him about this, but maybe he's planning of doing so in the future. Also the small mention of the colors and how Wild is the only one who knows his ability, love his expression truly one of the toon links

BEFORE I FORGET! "I know how divided one can get—I've seen it" there's a high chance that he's talking about Vaati, a minish that ended up transforming into a dangerous monster, nothing left of who he was before and being seen as two completely different entities

Again, Wild trusts that Twilight will keep going, will grow old and somehow get to his era, and also has a big respect of his strength. He doesn't like seeing the others threating the rancher like a cracked glass, he is still fully able to contain the water and not fall in a million pieces

Wind in the past was the one who fell victim of the chain worrying about him, including Wild. He learned from their sailor, he recognizes when someone is being overprotective beacuse he himself has done it. Wind is fully capable of dealing with a fight, so is Twilight

I'm sorry i even translated this to spanish to see if i could understand it better but im still so confused. Time what. I love when he talks in a cryptic way but man i am doing an analysis you are not helping with my case. Love that Wild and Four look as confused as i am right now, glad to see that they didn't get it either

Four had already suggested the option of splitting into groups in the past, maybe Time decided to decline at the moment because he believed that it was best to stay all together. Warriors is a captain, he had commanded hundreds of soldiers into the battlefield, even if he had zero dungeon experience he knows how to dealt with groups, and he's going to the technical side here (also love these pannels so much glad to see how the fandom decided to make this its new fav meme format jksdfjsdk)

Warriors believes that it's better to put first the opportunity to search for the shadow in groups to cover more terrain than defense, also that he doubts that a group would be able to maneuver with the limited space, this being proved with the Skulltula from past updates. But Time believes otherwise, putting first the safety of the group and that while they're together they will protect each other more easily

He shares the worry that Time has for Twilight, he wants to make sure that his friend is safe too, but he also searches for the tactical and what is best for their mission

Now that we know the groups from the latest update, these pannels do even more sense

Time knows how strong Sky is, he's their best swordman, and on top of that he carries the only thing aside from Twilight that really terrifies the shadow: the Master Storm. While Twi is with him, he will be safe

Dink is still weakened, they have the opportunity to attack it while it doesn't have its full strength. Twilight recognizes that he had a really good recovering, for a normal hylian it would have been really hard to gain their full strength in the same time that Twi did, but he's not normal hylian, together with Hyrule's magic. In less words, he got to be luckier than Dink

if i had a nickel every time that Hyrule was as fast and did the exact thing as someone else i would have two nickels, which isn't much but its curious that it has happened already twice. hmm.

just wanted to point at these designs, beautiful i love items redesigns

the sillies i love them, im sorry leg and rulie but no more magic boomerang privileges for you two, also love how Four slaps his knee, hell yeah he definitely is a knee slapper while laughing

HIS BUDDY!!! still losing it over how Hyrule calls Wild his buddy, theyre buddies your honor

also love how they seem to ressort on Wild when it comes to climbing, he's like a gecko for them. Although he's not a gecko and can't go exactly for your magic boomerang, sorry rulie

Alr finally finished with this one now with the second part

Central room pt.3

Its really short and i really hope that i haven't hit the img limit yet lol

we start with: Legend and Hyrule still looking mad at them losing their magic boomerangs, no deep thoughs abt it i haven't seen anyone point this pannel out and i find it really funny kdfjsk

Wars seemed ready to go next to Twilight, really expecting Time to put them together. I remember someone pointing out how Warriors was starting to get hit with the stress and emotions from when Twilight was about to die (i think it was @/crazylittlejester who talked about this) so cmon captain accept that you care for your brother as much as everyone else

I love Sky's reaction, hell yeah man best reaction ever 👍

jokes aside Warriors was obviously going to be next to Twilight, that's why he looks a little surprised with this decision from Time, and maybe that's also why he's directly looking at the rancher

I love how Legend seems nervous, yes Time recognizes his experience and abilities but also reminds him that he needs to take this seriously. Also he's being hit with The Stare™, love it

We don't know what else these both talked, but before jumping into any conclusion i'll go with the technical explanation

Having two leaders in one same group will give some problems, mostly with letting one group in desadvantage. See it like this: Legend and Hyrule have really good experience and are capable of dealing with the dungeon by themselves, Sky and Twilight too, leaving Wind, Four, Wild, Time and Warriors. They can't go with Wind, Four and Wild being one of the teams, Wind and Four are experienced, they would teach Wild how to do things, but none of them has qualities to guide them, maybe a little Four, but lets remember how chaotic are his games in teamwork. With Time going with them they can organize themselves so much better, and even if Wars doesn't know anything about dungeons, he knows how to do things using teamwork. Also i want to remind you all that Wild does know a little about dungeons, sure not the traditional ones but all the shrine puzzles has to count for something right? So he at least has the basics, i see so much Wild slander and i cant let you all forget that my boy is also puzzle smart!... in his own way

Also i love the detail that in reality all the teams are designed to be with their game's/first game's release dates order, Jojo thats amazing attention to detail

Wind i love you so much yes he's older sibling energy but also youngest sibling energy at the same time and thats wonderful

Not much to comment here, all the things that i wanted to say i already said them sooo

Only thing: Wild and Wars still haven't talked about when he didn't listen to him while fighting Dink

also WWW trio yessss

love the toon links theyre an underated duo

Wind and Time are also a duo that i love seeing, he's really soft on the kid good thing that he doesn't play favorites /j

no fav pannels today cuz i am this close >< to hit img limit lol but yeah art as always very tasty the dungeon design is still something that im really impressed

as always credits towards @linkeduniverse, i really wanted to talk about this update!

first started like a whole essay and ended up more just commenting skjfdkj but yeah i enjoyed this very much

[ghostieyanyan]

Hey I really like the secret musician Mc, could I request Yan Jamil and Azul reacting?

yesss i love those two so much. But since I just did the octavinelle, I’m gonna to do scarabia, if that’s okay.

i admit that this is probably not my proudest work but i do like the ideas in it. maybe ill re write it in the future but honestly i don't have much brain capacity to re read this again and check it again. (I've done that so many time that im so tired of see this in my drafts, im so sorry xD

~Musical!mc~

Yan!Kalim x mc

Yan!Jamil x mc

Warning: yandere, obsessive nature, slight-nsfw, drugs mention (in art form), kidnapping mention,

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Kalim

Kalim actual found out that you can sing first, Jamil wasnt happy that kalim found out first but what can you do?

He was on his way to the ramshackle dorm to invite you and Grim to a party he was throwing at Scarabia. He was really excited about it. Going through all his plans in his head. They were gonna get colorful balloons and fun games, lots of food and dancing.

But in the middle of his through, he stopped and heard something, a sweet melody. He's heard the melody before but the lyrics were new. but where is it coming from?

Like having no sense of dangerous, he started to look around for the reason. And then he saw you… through a window.

You were cleaning in the Ramshackle and singing as you did so. He was mesmerized, like he was getting hypnotized or charmed. then it clicked! That’s why he’s heard it before! He caught you humming the melody before when you and grim decided to support Ace, Jamil, and Floyd in their basketball game.

It’s was before they were playing and everyone was just getting into their seats. Since he got a special seating, where there's lot of room, vip seating, he offered a seat or 2 for you and grim. He was playing with grim when he heard it for a second. It was too short and too loud in the gym to process the melody but boy does it sounded nice. And its been in his head for a long while. He might have even tried to copy the melody or try to continue but he couldn’t, it didn’t feel right. But with how you sang it, it was just perfect! Your melody to him was like a siren calling him closer, until it’s practically trying to crawl inside.

When you finally noticed him with a quick scream. Kalim had to apologize and had to ask how you didn’t tell him about your musical talents? You should join the music club! Everyone will love you. If you tell him you were shy or that you don’t like the idea of performing in front of others. He’ll be insistent on helping you and tell you that you’re amazing. He’ll even bring the music club to show you. You be a star!

To be honest, he was 50/50 on wanting you to share you talent but he also want you to be his personal song bird. He’ll feel guilty about keeping you to himself but he’s spoiled… he doesn’t know what to do~~~

He asked Jamil on what he thoughts, can who would know him better than his best friend!!

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Jamil

Jamil hated everything of this. How didn’t he noticed you could sing?! And how did Kalim find out before him? Has he been that busy and oblivious? Not fair. But he can’t worry about that now, now he has to worry about kalim wanting you! No, you are his! But he did want to hear you sing… he had to make a plan.

He decided that he’ll “stop by” just to see if you’ll sing for him. Which is very childish but he'd rather do a 1 on 1 sessions than the entirety of the music club taking you or even kalim being near you. Kalim has had you long enough!

If you are too shy to sing in front of jamil, he might encourage you by singing together. He does know he has a pretty silky smooth singing voice. You two would sound perfect together, like it was meant to be.

Your voice is like a snake charmer to him. Hell, do whatever you want and take care of you. He'd honestly wish you were his master instead. But he also like the idea of being the one in control. You're his so its only fair of you'll only sing for him. He'll love to sing more together. He'll love to fall asleep with you in his arms, singing him a melody that will melt his stress away as he dreams about having a life with you in his dreams

He has fallen for you so hard that he just wants to run away with you. Travel the world and see amazing places. You two will be a power couple! If there’s trouble, he’s prefect to fix it. Food, safety, awareness, smart, good looking, handsome, is there anything Jamil cant do? The only problem is that he needs you to fall for him. If you fall for him then everything will fall to place, perfectly. He would have to be tempted to hurt anyone who got too close. But thats a lot of variables in this situation, but he can handle it. He will handle anything for you. Jamil will move mountains for you. Or mind control someone strong enough to move it.

But for right now, what he allows himself to do, without being too suspicious, is whenever you come over to Kalim’s crazy childish parties, he’ll take you away for the last quarter of the party and have you sing for him. Just him. It’s enough time for no one to notice and if anyone ask? You’re using the restroom. Or you went to get some food or a drink. No one will notice a thing. Even kalim, with his puppy dog personality, will be distracted by the party. Kalim won't mind if you become his...

[candy8448]

Nothing like opening my eyes to a new linked universe update

Dawn pt8

My occasional source of dopamine XD

Its very satisfying seeing how all the traveling layers are put on. You can really imagine this scene animated

So a lot of important things were discussed, stuff the fandom have noticed before but its good that jojo finally mentioned them herself:

Shadow is the only this associated with the portals (pg1)

I LOVE how so many traits and experiences of the characters are shown here!!

Wild taking the blame first, he's got one heck a guilt complex (pg2)

We are just hit with everyone's emotions right off the bat and i love that!

I kinda like how blunt Time is

Wars talking about how "helping the wound isn't an option," things they must consider during war (pg3)

Legend trying to lighten the mood again like he always does (pg4)

I like to see how what they think of wolfie has changed now that they know it was twilight. Wars thinking its fine if the animal goes off alone cuz it doesnt understand but now making it clear that he doesn't like it

Secrets are getting in the way (such as wolfie) and hindering their process. Maybe it wouldn't have been so clunky if tgey knew exactly who wolfie is

WARS' SCARF IS BACK BABY! I got so excited when i saw it that page, dont worry guys, he has it back now!

Legend with his puzzle mind :))) my legend-centric brain is happy (pg5)

But his teasing almost boastfullness ("it just got lucky") but then turning in to actual contemplation, i love that he is also taking things seriously

Its actively seeking them out, Hyrule is wary that it will find them, like in his adventure (pg6)

They need to get better at teamwork

Four bringing in the joke about friendly fire. He definetly knows a lot about that (im reading the four swords manga for the first time and am near the begining sooo)

They need to use their arsenal

I just gotta say that i love this shot, very pleasing to my eye for some reason. But im so excited to see how everything goes with this! Im guessing in the near future, they will be taking these but to the extreme that it hinders them so they need to practice or something

Oof poor hyrule so tired of strong monsters, his games were HARD (pg7)

The power up on the sword! Ive seen a post about it before so its cool that they are noticing it, very important too!

I like the firmness with sky and time's ideas of the sword. Even though time says nothing about her we can see it, and the fact that she still sees him as her master (obviously!) It seems like they both need to sort out this dissagreement in order to not impact them even more (Pg8)

I love this especially because i just made a fic about exploring sky's and others' relationship with the master sword

I can't help but think that sky is thinking about more than just this quest in this update and back to his own adventure and maybe ghirahim. More bits in this update also make me think that ("he wants to fight" "yeah, 'cause he wont")

Wind being the one most eagre to fight! And Hyrule being the one most ready to go! I love that!

I was just thinking a few bays ago about what happened to those letters, i guess we get to see now! It seems like it might be one more update before we set off properly again (pg9)

Sky looking so happy about the mail at the end :)))

We really do get a piece of everyone and their personalities in this one

Im so excited for them to be on the road again!

[yanderefarm]

Doll anon here this me when people compliment me: ( 〃▽〃) seriously it makes me happy that we all similarly want to treat Silvan like a stress ball, idk if this will be as good but more doll thoughts

Imagine someone somehow accidentally or even purposefully scarring Silvan, im thinking like large gash or burn over one of his eyes, and when Silvan awakes and realizes i can only imagine the absolute despair especially with his master being nowhere to be seen, just the maids and doctor, eventually there's no choice but for him to be completely strapped to his bed, both for the safety of others and especially himself, he still tries of course, wailing until his voice is gone the entire time, eventually he just stops and becomes completely unresponsive, well until his master finally comes back, maids in toe, with loads of new clothes and makeup, masks, eyepatches, and matching outfits for every occasion, he probably wont realize the truth at first, assuming his master is just getting an idea of how he will be posed and clothed while displayed with the others, and yet even in the face of such things, part of him is overjoyed, his master isnt throwing him away!!! He can still be a decent doll for his master!!!! It isnt until reader throws a party dressing Silvan to the nines, the purpose of the party being for reader to show off how exactly they make their dolls, of course to Silvan's suprise he's not the one being used as an example, no insteads its the person who hurt him, and as Silvan watches in both a bit of horror and awe, he notices something, your going out of your way to make this as painful for the person as possible, this isnt just a matter of showing off your skills, its a warning, anyone who touches whats yours will live to regret it, if its the last thing you do, Silvan is practically starstruck through the whole party, but he swears his heart might beat out of his chest after its over, when you sit him down and kiss and hold his smaller hands in yours, when you apologize! For leaving him for so long, reader explains they had to go a decent distance to custom order Silvans new clothes and accessories, especially the makeup really its practically a crime how far away you have to go for that particular brand, but of course, its all worth it in the end, anything for your favorite doll :) and as unfortunate as this all is really, he does look quite cute with his new lacy eyepatches and porcelain masks, if anything it just makes him look more and more like a real doll, your precious doll :)

THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAAA

i think he'd have some lasting insecurities about it too. he has to be supervised at all times because if he looks in the mirror when he's alone he'll start to panic and he'll end up hurting himself. with some constant escort like a maid or a guard he can't get the chance to.

sometimes it hurts too especially if its a burn he can feel the phantom pain in his face and it's terrible. he's waking up in the middle of the night screaming and crying in pain and fear because not only does it hurt but it reminds him that he's ugly. the only traits he's good for and one of them is ruined!! he needs lots of late night cuddles

[shyoko]

I finally got to read “the heiress of darkness” and I wrote some notes as i go

-The mysterious atmosphere from the get go? I feel like I’m walking through the story on my tippy toe.

-I was nervous when she decided to leave the house i knew something is gonna happen, my hand was on my chest the whole time😭

-my girl isn’t thinking clearly, why is she going back to her house while someone is following her, is gonna find out where she lives.

-DAMN HE DIED?!!!

-heyyy how did he know where she lives?!?!! Hellllo? Helloooo?? He’s a master manipulator i’m telling you that

-THANK GOD you addressed “knowing where she lives situation” but i’m not buying it, this guy clearly has an ulterior motive, but I don’t trust her either.

-so my guess is that she’s definitely has something to do with the first murder and he knows that and try to get her to trust him. So are they both the villains or there isn’t a villain at all just a set of unfortunate circumstances, i’m so excited to find out.

-oh the card? Was he someone she knew before but can’t recognize now?!?! The plot thickens

-“Someone who… is no longer with us.” SHUT UPPPPP

-“And why did something inside you say it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that name?” “You felt like you knew him. Like there was more to it.” Ohhh i keep guessing right i’m a genius.

-did she have a severe trauma that made her lose part of her memory?

-“Young man named Lee Heeseung found dead in his apartment. Authorities have yet to determine the cause.” Omg omg omg is he faking his death? Or is it he’s twin and y/n has something to do with it?

I’m getting so excited im about to pee my pants

-the memory?! What’s going on i’m so intrigued

-she’s way too strong, going to university the next day just like that

-this story got me to not trust anyone I’m starting to suspect Jake too

-this girl needs to develop some trust issues, could she talk to Jake instead?

-“It’s not the first time… I’ve been in this situation before." Oh?

-"Four o’clock? You can come to my apartment. We can talk there, no pressure." I don’t trust himmmm. What if he is one of the group that is after her?!!?? She’s gonna get kidnapped

-“so the new work suit is way sexier than the old one. I don’t want to distract you too much while you talk." Congratulations? You think this is the time?😭 wow talk about professionalism

-opend the door immediately,huh?

-yeaaaah he’s manipulating her or am i just paranoid

-oh he definitely put something in that tea

-The mafia?!! I’m gagged I’m literally gaaggrdddfddfffffff.

GIRL LET ME KISS YOUR BRAIN

OMG OMG OMG IM TWEAKING RIGHT NOW

-“It was the same one that had been behind everything that had happened to you” KNEW IT FUCKING KNEW, thank god i have trust issues

-. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to snoop around other people’s homes?” Woah the mask is slipping

-KNEW ITTTTTTTTTT

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG the ending girrrl when i tell i get up and started to walk in circles around the room i’m not even kidding. I let out audible gasps multiple times dead serious.

Wow wow wow i was so so so intrigued in reading this i felt like I was watching a movie. I was biting my nail the whole time. Your writing is so incredible, you perfected the mystery genre to a ttttttttt, and this is coming from someone who’s a big fan of mystery and murder, one of my favourite genres MIND YOU. Now it will be the only thing i could think about. I need the next chapter right now. I never like ever been this excited reading something. I’m not exaggerating when i say this girl you’re so incredibly talented. Have a nice day sweetie 🤎 i’ll send the rest of mine thinking about this story.

STOP, I literally love you. 🩷😭

That was so fun to read!! Oh my god, you have no idea how happy it made me—I'm smiling like an idiot. 🩷

I'm so glad you liked it, really!! I promise I won’t take too long to upload the next chapter! I love you sooo much!!! 🩷

I literally want to hug you so tight!! 🫂🩷😭

I LOVE UUUUUUU SO MUCHH!! 🩷

[onskepa]

Heyyy! What do you think of a shy na’vi reader who’s terrified of flying with Neteyam taking her for a flight on his ikran? Change whatever you want

Lots of love!! <333

Helloooooooooooo darling! This is a cute idea! Hope you enjoy this one~!!

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Tswayon

Ikrans, banshees, predators, dangerous, beautiful, and fierce. They are essential the omaticaya clan. It is part of their world, their life, their need to live another day in the dangerous world of pandora. So when it is time for a young na'vi to claim one, obviously it is a risky thing to do as many have died, But once an ikran is tamed, success.

So why, in the world is this young na'vi girl so afraid of ikrans? Neteyam held his ikran, zeze, named after his mother's first ikran, while his dear beloved was walking back and forth.

"Not even for a little spin?" he asks while grinning. He dear beloved, Tswayon, was not a big fan of flying. Which is odd since they are masters of the sky.

Fidgeting around, tswayon was hesitant to look at neteyam straight in the eye. "I am....not f-fond of flying..." she answers shyly. Neteyam smiles even wider, his beloved was so cute. Yet it wont do him good if she keeps rejecting his invitation. He has something secret in plan. A special surprise. But it cant happen unless she flies with him.

"You are literally given the name 'fly', yet you fear it" neteyam teases. Tswayon inwardly groans, but gets closer to neteyam, taking his hands onto hers. "Please neteyam....I really really don't want to....im scared" her voice cracks and buries herself into his chest.

Neteyam caresses her head, as means to comfort her. Inwardly sighing, he wants to show her around but how when her fear is taking over?

"Tswayon...why are you scared of flying? It is part of our way of life" neteyam says. He always did tease her about the whole flying thing but never truly stopped to think why. Tswayon was playing with her hands, her tail swaying low and ears pinned down.

"....my dad didn't mean to but...one time he took me flying, I was a kid. Was my first time on his ikran. I remember it very clearly, he wanted to show me what is was like. But it was a really windy day, my dad made a sharp turn and his arm around me loosened, thus I feel...."

Neteyam inwardly gasped. To fall at such heights, and a child no less. Tswayon continued, "I feel and got hurt really bad...luckily my dad landed down quickly and carefully took me to get treated. Was lucky but took time to heal all my bones. Ever since that day....I was scared to fly again".

Neteyam hugged Tswayon silently, what she explained would traumatize anyone for life. But then he remembered, his parents always taught him to overcome his fears no matter what. So that is what he wants to do. Help his beloved over come the fear that stops her from fully enjoying flight.

"Let me help you Tswayon. I want to help you over come your fear", neteyam says as he looks into her eyes. Tswayon was ready to say something but he gently placed his finger on her lips. "I mean it, I was to help you. Don't let your fear take over your life. We can do this slowly. I wont rush you, we can do this step by step. Trust me love, I want you to know and love of riding an ikran. To feel the wing against your fact, the thrill of it".

Tswayon was skeptical but was nervous and having doubts. "Trust me my love, I want to fly with you, share the experience with you". Tswayon could resist his charming golden eyes. Who could say no to such a handsome man?

She finally nodded, feeling hopeful, "Alright, lets do it". Smiling and getting excited again, neteyam takes her hand and brings her closer to his ikran. "First, try to get to know zeze. A wonderful ikran I am happy to bond with" he explains while petting his ikran. Zeze nuzzles happily at his touch and turns to Tswayon.

"She want you to pet her" neteyam says, Tswayon was hesitant, so neteyam grabs her hand gently, and guided her to the head center of zeze's. The ikran makes a pleased sound, encouraging Tswayon to pet her more. Neteyam sees this and smiles. "See? She likes you" he comments.

Tswayon smiles, gaining more confident and caresses zeze more. The ikran enjoys the attention she is receiving, likes to be the center of everything. Chuckling a bit, still petting zeze, she comments, "she is very beautiful".

"Yes...very beautiful" neteyam says but was looking at the girl in front of him rather than his ikran. Zeze makes a noise, using her head to nudge tswayon closer. "O-oh! she must really like me" the girl giggles in amusement.

"She wants you to ride on her..." neteyam says, making tswayon look at him with wide eyes. Quickly he goes to her side and places his warm hand on her shoulder. "I promise, I will hold you tightly. Never ever will I let you go" he swears. Looking between zeze and neteyam, tswayon replies, "you promise...?" her eyes looking straight into his.

"With my life" he says with no hesitation. Taking a deep breathe, tswayon nods, "I'm ready".

Neteyam wasted no time, feeling happy he gently grabs tswayon and places her up on zeze, making her release a small squeal in surprise. Getting on zeze and behind tswayon. Gently yet firmly, he wraps an arm around her waist and his tail around her thigh, while holding on to zeze.

"Ready tswayon?" he asks softly in her ear. That caused Tswayon to blush madly, unable to speak at the moment, she nods. Linking his queue with zeze, sharing the same thoughts. "Brace yourself!" he warns and zeze takes a leap.

Tswayon screamed at the top of her lungs. Clinging tightly to neteyam, closing her eyes. Every dive, loop, sharp turns, neteyam chuckles at tswayon screams.

Finally what felt like forever, zeze was flying steadily. "Tswayon, open your eyes, look" gently nudging her. Tswayon slowly opens her eyes and gasps.

The view was lovely. The floating mountains, wild ikrans passing by, waterfalls everywhere, mist hitting her face. And the sun shinning its full glory across the forest. Has pandora looked this beautiful up high?

"oh neteyam......this is beautiful!!" Tswayon shouts out in happiness. Neteyam grins in joy. Success!

"Don't get ahead of yourself. I still didn't like those tricks you pulled" tswayon warns. Neteyam was quick to agree and continues to so steady flights.

"I am so happy you didn't backout. There is something I want to show you, I promise you, you will like it a lot". Without saying much, neteyam in link with zeze, the ikran takes lead to somewhere a bit to the north of the forest. Neteyam knew his beloved would like it.

Night arrived and all na'vi's were preparing for another night to rest. Tswayon entered her home with a bright smile on her face. Her parents noticed and were curious.

"what has got you smiling my child?" her mother asked, giggling, tswayon skips over to her father and hugs him. "Ma'sempu, tomorrow if you are not busy....can you take me to ride on your ikran?" tswayon asks nervously.

Both of her parents were silence in shock. Ever since that accident, their daughter never wanted to be near anything related to flying...

The father smiled wide and happily replied, "yes of course, first thing in the morning!". He hugged his daughter and their mother joined. Laughter filling their home.

AT LAST I AM FINISHED! sorry it took me days for this one! Stuff got in my way! but I hope you all enjoyed it! until next time! see ya!

Tswayon = fly

[self-indulgent-blorbo-writing]

Idk what im gonna title this one

Summary: Li Ling gets comfort after what he experienced during Seek The Unknown (not the part about him dying, the part about his existential crisis and fear for his loved ones post-trial)

TW: hurt/comfort? Idk (if you find triggers in this feel free to tell me)

Oh also @palettemonster not the Li Ling fanfic I was originally talked about but I'm down to just tag you in any Li Ling stuff I post lmao

Anyways yea heres the shit writing lmao

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It was many hours into the night when Li Ling returned to his apartment. He expected to find (Y/N) asleep in their shared bed, but instead they were awake, cleaning.

(Y/N) turned to Ling with a smile "Welcome home baby!" They murmured, pulling him into a hug. Ling hugged back, making sure to be quiet "baby what are you doing up?"

(Y/N) was about to answer when they noticed the look in Ling's eyes, like the light has left and he was trying to appear okay. (Y/N) guided him to their couch and sitting down with him.

"Baby, what happened?" They inquired "I heard about you getting stronger and transforming but I don't know much else." They wanted to help but they had no idea about the truths Li Ling learned about the horrors of the world they lived, and Ling wanted to keep it that way.

"It's nothing." He asserted, not wanting his sweetheart to deal with the same dread he was feeling but they did not give up. "Ling, please, I'm worried. Xuan texted me to check on you because you seemed colder and more detatched, and now it looks like all of the happiness you carried is just....gone."

Ling sighed "you're right, but I don't want give you the same crappy feelings that I'm feeling." He hoped that (Y/N) would leave it alone then but they obviously didn't.

"Ling. You are my boyfriend. That means when you have an existential crisis, I try to lessen that pain." (Y/N) asserted with their arms on their hips, giving Ling a glare that said 'I'm not mad at you, but I do hope you open up to me.'

Ling frowned, feeling a lump form in his throat. He wanted so badly to confide in them, but he also felt that this burder shouldn't be theirs to carry. After a while of hesistation, he felt the tears start to flow so he turned away to wipe at them as (Y/N) also noticed and hugged him.

(Y/N) sighed, trying to comfort him "Ling, baby, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to but you should tell someone. Whatever it is, it's too painful for you to carry on your own."

Ling let out a shaky sigh, wiping his face before he decided to tell everything. "We did the miracle trial, but we learned that...that the miramon in the trial were previous espers that failed the trial." He took a breath "those people turned into miramon. And now I'm scared that one day everyone I care about is gonna turn into miramon too."

(Y/N) clung to him, frowning as they now understood why he was so hesistant on telling them. Nonetheless they made sure not to show any distress "I'm so sorry you went through that baby. That sounds horrible." They held him close and made sure to comfort him by playing with his hair before continuing

"...your master was there with you, right? Maybe he might have some wisdom to make this easier on you. If not, well, this is when you finally get a therapist." They joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Ling laughed, which put a smile on (Y/N)'s face "after that? Yea I might just finally talk to someone."

They both shared a small laugh, then sat in silence before (Y/N) yawned and before they could speak, Ling picked them up and carried them to bed "now that the heart-to-heart is over let's go to sleep."

(Y/N) laughed and nodded, making sure to cuddle up to Ling as they laid down and drifted off. Ling now had many burdens on his shoulders due to what he had experienced, but he would never have to carry them alone.