#it soothes my wounded spirit lol

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Look. I just need this here.

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thanks for answering my question 🦭!! So, can I request Kinich x reader who has healing powers and always takes care of him after every commission, and how Kinich tries to pay them back, but reader feels like it's their duty to help people so doesn't find it necessary? I imagine it being funny, like Kinich desperately trying to find or do something that reader could accept but failing every time lol + Ajaw always making fun of him

Stubborn Gratitude: Kinich's Quest to Repay His Healer

In the bustling land of Natlan, Kinich had forged a name for himself as a steadfast warrior, one who never backed down from a fight and bore countless scars to prove it. He’d taken on the most dangerous commissions, his sheer force and unwavering resolve becoming a legend in their own right. But while Kinich’s strength was indisputable, so was the fact that he needed someone to help him afterward. That someone was you, the village’s resident healer.

Every time Kinich returned from a commission, banged up and bruised, he’d end up on your doorstep, covered in scrapes, bruises, and occasionally more serious wounds. Without a second thought, you’d welcome him in, a soft glow emanating from your hands as you worked your magic, mending his cuts and soothing his aches.

For you, it was second nature. You were a healer, dedicated to helping those in need, and Kinich—however stubborn—was certainly one of those people. But Kinich was far from comfortable with the arrangement. He believed in paying back kindness tenfold, and the thought of continually accepting help without offering something in return didn’t sit well with him. He just didn’t expect that trying to pay you back would become a whole new battlefield.

And, of course, it didn’t help that he had Ajaw, his spirit companion, a mischievous jaguar with a glow that was almost as bright as his smirk. Ajaw seemed to enjoy watching Kinich’s attempts to repay you fail spectacularly and never missed a chance to comment on it.

After a particularly exhausting commission, Kinich returned to the village, dragging himself to your door with a stubborn determination. The knock on your door was almost apologetic, as if he already knew he’d once again be relying on your kindness. You let him in with a welcoming smile, motioning him to sit down as you prepared your supplies. But this time, as he settled on the chair and you began to heal his wounds, he cleared his throat, voice gruff.

“[Name]… I want to thank you. Again. And properly this time.”

You looked up, a hint of amusement in your eyes. “Kinich, we’ve been over this. You don’t owe me anything. I’m just doing my job.”

“No,” he insisted, as if he’d finally come up with a foolproof plan. “I’ll find a way to repay you. Just watch.”

From the corner, Ajaw’s laughter echoed like a chime, the jaguar hovering around with a particularly toothy grin. “Oh, this’ll be good. Get your popcorn, [Name]. Kinich thinks he can win this time.”

Kinich shot Ajaw a sharp look. “Be quiet.”

Ajaw stretched, rolling his eyes. “Sure, sure, ‘repay her,’ let’s see how well this goes. I could use a laugh.”

Ignoring Ajaw, Kinich left your house that day, determined to return with a proper show of gratitude. Over the next few days, his attempts came in the form of various gifts: flowers, food, herbs he’d foraged on his travels. Every time he brought something to you, however, you accepted it with a smile, but gently reminded him that he didn’t need to go to all the trouble.

The final straw came when Kinich attempted to clean your house, hoping to repay you with hard work. Ajaw, ever the critic, floated beside him, making sarcastic comments the entire time.

“Look at the big warrior now,” Ajaw snickered, watching Kinich fumble with a broom that looked painfully tiny in his hands. “Taking on the dust like it’s a horde of monsters. What a hero.”

“Be quiet, Ajaw,” Kinich muttered through clenched teeth, trying to sweep a corner without knocking over a decorative vase. His face was twisted in concentration, looking as though he was performing some advanced battle maneuver rather than just cleaning a floor.

Ajaw snorted. “What’s next, going to dust the shelves? Make sure to slay those cobwebs before they get you.” He floated over to you, grinning mischievously. “You see what I have to deal with? This is your fault, you know. If you didn’t baby him every time he got a scratch, maybe he wouldn’t be so insistent on this ‘repayment’ nonsense.”

“Hey!” Kinich protested, voice rough with frustration. “I am not a baby.”

Ajaw made a mocking face, his eyes gleaming with smug delight. “You keep telling yourself that.”

Meanwhile, you tried to suppress a laugh, shaking your head. “Kinich, really, you don’t need to do all this.”

But Kinich wasn’t listening. Determined to prove himself, he doubled down on his efforts, even as Ajaw floated around, making sarcastic quips about his “mighty broom-wielding skills” and “noble dust-slaying quest.” Finally, after knocking over a few too many items, Kinich gave up, letting out an exasperated sigh as he plopped down in defeat.

Ajaw, of course, was right there with a snicker. “That went well.”

Even Kinich had to admit that his attempts weren’t going as planned, but his resolve only seemed to grow stronger. He would find a way to repay you… somehow.

The next attempt was even more chaotic. Kinich decided to bring you some food, thinking a nice meal might be more to your liking. He arrived at your doorstep carrying a carefully wrapped bundle, looking a little too serious about what was inside.

You accepted the bundle, feeling touched by the gesture. However, as soon as you unwrapped it, the charred, vaguely recognizable attempt at a meal was clear as day. Your eyes widened, but you bit back a laugh, trying to keep a straight face. Kinich, however, looked completely serious, waiting for your reaction.

Ajaw hovered beside him, barely containing his laughter. “Looks like you’ve really outdone yourself, Kinich. What is that, a… rock roast? Very artisanal.”

“It’s… edible,” Kinich said defensively, though he looked slightly embarrassed.

Ajaw cackled, spinning in the air as if he could barely contain himself. “Edible? That’s generous. It looks like it fought back.”

You stifled a laugh, patting Kinich’s arm. “It’s the thought that counts.”

But Ajaw wasn’t done. “Thought doesn’t make up for the taste, I’ll bet. If you really want to repay [Name], maybe you should leave the cooking to someone who doesn’t turn food into… whatever that is.”

Kinich glared at him, and for once, he seemed close to genuinely losing his temper. “I’m trying to thank [Name]. Maybe you could help instead of laughing.”

Ajaw grinned, smug as ever. “Why should I? You’re doing a fine job all by yourself. I haven’t laughed this hard in ages.”

By this point, you were laughing so hard that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Between Kinich’s stubborn attempts and Ajaw’s ruthless commentary, it was too much to take seriously. “Honestly, Kinich, you don’t have to do any of this. I appreciate it, but just seeing you healthy and well is enough for me.”

Ajaw floated over to you, his smirk widening. “See? Listen to the nice healer. She doesn’t want your sad excuse for cooking or your housekeeping disasters.”

Kinich sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. But even as he resigned himself to his failed attempts, you could see a flicker of relief in his eyes. The truth was, Kinich’s efforts—awkward and misguided as they were—showed his true character. And though Ajaw continued to make fun of him, it only made you admire Kinich more.

In the end, Kinich settled for what you had suggested all along. Rather than gifts, he simply offered you his sincere gratitude, leaving behind the expectations of repayment. But that didn’t mean Ajaw let him off the hook. For days afterward, Ajaw continued to rib Kinich about his cooking disaster and “legendary” cleaning skills, much to your and everyone else’s amusement.

And though Kinich never quite managed to “repay” you in the way he had envisioned, he became more comfortable with simply allowing you to heal him. Perhaps the greatest gift you’d given him wasn’t just healing, but the understanding that kindness didn’t always require a price.

But Ajaw? He made sure to keep Kinich humble, teasing him endlessly about his “failed attempts” whenever the opportunity arose.

“Next time, maybe just give her a nice rock you found,” Ajaw suggested, hovering nearby with a wicked grin. “At least that wouldn’t try to poison her.”

Kinich sighed, but this time, there was a smile on his face. He had finally learned to accept your kindness without feeling indebted, and with Ajaw’s constant mocking as a reminder, he’d never forget just how hard it had been to reach that point.

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From: Your Secret Admirer! The moment I saw that HALAZIA was one of your favorite songs I just had to create this stroy from my original works. HALAZIA is my favorite song as well. It was the one that inspired the original novel in its entirety. So I wanted to make something within my universe. I do hope you love the world building. There is so much more I wish I could go over but one thing at a time!

↣ Summary: In a world where magic exists, you had creatures that were created in order to help those who were able to harness the power of the sun and the moon. Each creature has a special connection with their creators. Those created by Witches were followers of the moon. And those created by Faeries were with the sun. However for some creatures, they were connected to their creators on a much deeper meaning. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader

↣ Genre: Fluff, Angst

↣ AU/Trope info: Vampire!Seonghwa, Witch!Reader, Historical!au, Twin Flames!au

↣ Word Count: 6.6k

↣ Warnings: blood (It’s a vampire fic lol), revenge killing, murder (Nothing too extreme)

↣ A/N: If you guys were interested, this is actually based in my original novel. There was a lot of world building I really loved in this and the main story is based on modern time vampire/witch romance. In the book though, creatures don’t exist because they gave up their powers. This takes place way before the start of the actual book but it is a good start to the approach on why people were giving up their abilities. 

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You couldn’t remember a time when your family didn’t have their herbal shop. It was the shop that had been in your family for generations helping those who needed it. The long line of witches you came from hailed to be some of the best in the region. In your village the only two magical families were your own–and the Jung’s, who were faeries in their own respective rights. 

There wasn’t much of a difference in what your family and Jung’s practiced–in fact there was none at all. If one was to get them confused it wouldn’t be a problem. The only reason that made witches different from faeries was their souls. It was common knowledge that witches and faeries were split from the same soul. However, the thing that made them different was chaos and order. One was the calm that connected with the soothing light of the moon, while the other was the disorderly that played in the sun. 

In the village though, there was no harsh competition between the two families. Not when you knew that one of the Jung’s was connected to you on a cosmic level. He was your soulmate–the platonic kind. And your family saw nothing wrong with it so they practiced their own things on their own. You kept the middle Jung from trouble and he was the one who pushed you to go out of the norm. It was well balanced as the universe intended. 

Now with your family's shop, you were in charge of it when they were gone–seeing as you were going to be the one to continue the legacy. You would often help customers find what they needed, create spells that would heal wounds, flesh out spirits that were attached to another person, banish entities that meant harm to others. It was the everyday life of a witch–one you cared for dearly. 

It let you know that you still had the power of the moon behind you. You didn’t take them for granted. You didn’t overuse their gift or for personal reasons. Oftentimes you would turn to it when you needed guidance or help in learning something about yourself. It was the mother that had given you what you were. The reason you were a witch. 

“Have a good day!” You smiled, bowing your head at the kind elven woman who had come to ask for a healing jar. 

You handed her the glass, checking it over one last time to make sure the salve was sealed tightly and nothing spilled out. You allowed her hand to touch yours, closing your eyes and giving one last prayer to the moon to allow the salve to have the magical properties it needed. 

“Thank you, (Y/N)!” The woman beamed, bowing her head in thanks. 

You showed the woman out, waving your hand as she disappeared into the crowd. You turned to the other side of the road, hearing commotion as someone stopped at the small food stall that you often had food at. The owner was a mermaid, serving the best seafood dishes you could think of. While your village wasn’t that near water, there was still a large lake that had a lot of freshwater fish to enjoy. 

The commotion was between said owner and a larger than life man. Ogres weren’t that common as mermaids were because of their origins. While mermaids originated from Asia, ogres came from the northern region of Europe. In this time and age, it was common to find creatures all over the world but it was still likely you wouldn’t see them often. 

“We don't serve ogres here.” The owner sneered at the large man. 

“Please, I've been traveling so far.” The poor man sighed, trying to make himself look smaller. 

He glanced around at the patrons of the stall, taking note of all the looks he would get from them. Your shoulders dropped as you sighed deeply. Prejudice against certain creatures had always been around. Some got it more than others–if only because those who treated them poorly were scared of them. It hurt you inside to see how they treated each other. They were all created with the same magic. The magic that came from either the sun or the moon. 

“Go somewhere else.” The owner waved the ogre off, looking away from him angrily. “I don't need you taking up more space than needed.”

The ogre man didn’t argue, only bowed his head and turned to leave the stall. He glanced around for a moment once more, trying to find a place to eat. Without thinking, you went into your store and gathered some mushrooms and herbs that were edible. They were used for spells but that was only if you chose to work with them. In the end they were just normal herbs that could be used in food. 

Coming outside, you were lucky to find that the ogre didn’t go too far. So you rushed up to him, getting his attention as you held out your things for him to take. 

“Here you are.” You spoke softly, bowing your head. 

The man looked down at the things in his hand, glancing back up at you. Tears began to well in his eyes at how kind you were. It had been a long journey to reach the village for the man, and he was grateful that someone was willing to help him. He knew at that moment you were a witch, having the kind nature to help those in need. 

“Thank you.” He bowed deeply, holding the mushrooms close to his chest. 

And so you watched him continue on his way, shoulders dropping at the somber feeling that filled your chest. Things were changing when it came to the people who were on this earth. You didn’t know if it was for the better–or if it was for the worst. 

“Another family came to ask my parents if they could reverse their abilities.” Wooyoung explained to you as he leaned against the counter of your shop. 

You paused in your organizing for a moment before resuming what you were doing. It was few and far between that a new family had come to your or Wooyoung’s family shops to ask that they take away their abilities as creatures. It was them asking to reverse generations of DNA infused with one another. 

Creatures weren’t alway created with spells, they could be born as well. Once the spells became worldwide and other faeries and witches would cast them, it called for new species that would procreate more. It had been a long while since the last spell was casted that created a creature, so the ones who were there came from generational families. 

“They said there's hunters nearby.” Your friend added.

You felt a deep feeling within your stomach that clenched. Hunters were the humans who chose to willingly kill creatures. Humans were common like anyone else. However it became recent that they began to turn against the creatures.  

It had been a long while since creatures themselves began to turn against each other. The humans had begun this fear, causing everyone to notice other things about each other that usually called for peace. They started to become scared of each other because they would assume others had more power. It was starting to bring about a war that would cause all creatures to be wiped out. 

Whether from death because of another species or from them reversing their own abilities. 

“Why would they be here?” You sighed, turning to look at the boy. 

Everyone knew how close you and Wooyoung were. You couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t friends with the chaotic boy. You remembered the first time you had met him, back when you were both children learning to make friends in general. 

He was a bit too much for you, often getting too excited over things that made you give him a questioning look. But you were often paired with him because the other kids didn’t like to hang out with him because of his excited nature. He was too much to handle, but you always knew how to do that. 

Witches and faeries were soulmates, it was known. The universe had created them from the same soul so they were meant to be there for one another. And just like the universe planned, you were there with Wooyoung. You loved him as your other half–it was something the both of you could feel. But that didn’t mean you were lovers. 

While a large majority of the village thought you were, you knew the kind of preferences Wooyoung had and the kind you did. The love you had for each other was platonic. You were his person and he was yours. You knew if either one of you were in trouble the other wouldn’t be that far behind to save the day. 

“Maybe because our village is near the Park estate. I haven't seen them recently now that I think about it. Is it the hunters?” Wooyoung prattled off. 

“I wouldn't assume so.” You told him. 

The Park’s were considered like royalty in your town. It was known that they were one of the founding families, along with Wooyoung’s and some others. The Park’s however were the ones who knew a lot more about how to gather a community together. They were the ones who ran things and made sure to cater to the needs of its people. Mayors of sorts for the village. 

However as of recently, it has been known that the Park’s don’t come down from their castle on the hill. It’s been a few weeks since you had last seen any of them, which you did find to be odd but you didn’t question it because your parents told you not to. 

“They're probably up there staying young forever.” Wooyoung sighed wistfully. “That's why they stopped coming down.”

You frowned, glaring slightly at the boy for his statement. “They need to drink blood in order to do that.”

The Park’s were well known for being vampires. At least being known from what they tell other people. Vampires weren’t what the stories claimed them to be. They weren’t people who drank from people in order to feed. They were still human beings but with an ability that allowed them to drink blood. 

A vampire could eat food, get sick, and die like everyone else, it was when they would have a drop of blood that would heal them both from inside and out. They didn’t have sharp fangs that sprouted from their teeth or pale skin that was sensitive to the sun. What others found out later on after so many were created was that drinking blood continuously made a vampire strong and live longer. Essentially making them immortal. 

And once people found out just how powerful they could be with a simple drop of blood, greed easily took over the minds of the weak. 

“Maybe they come down at night.” Wooyoung continued the joke, a teasing smile on his face. 

“No one goes missing.” You rolled your eyes. “Wooyoung, they're not bloodsuckers.”

You finished what you had been doing with the herbs, moving along the counter to wait on the other side as you began to compile certain spell jars. Wooyoung turned around to face you, head placed in his arms that held him up.

“Wrong!” Wooyoung suddenly said. “They are! I hear the eldest son is 96. Can you imagine how wrinkly he'd be?” He giggled. 

The boy watched as your shoulders seemed to have straightened out at the mention of the Park son. He pursed his lips to keep from saying something, already knowing exactly how it was you felt about the boy. 

“Seonghwa is the same age as you and me.” You said, not making eye contact with him. “Mother delivered him. The Park's are not like those greedy vampires.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes with a huff. “You only say that because you're a witch. Have you even met him before?” He asked you, looking at you expectantly. 

“Once when I was a kid.” You smiled to yourself. “He was very kind.” 

You hadn’t grown up to be his friend–something you regret a lot. You could only remember it so well because of the way you had felt that day. You didn’t know what you barely a teenager body could possibly have been going through but you knew you had never felt that way with someone before. 

Years Before

You had been strolling through the village, making your rounds to scourge for herbs and the likes as you were on your way to find Wooyoung. You were passing by the wall that was stationed in front of the Park estate, frowning when you saw someone trying to walk along the top of it with their arms stretched out. 

You continued on your way slowly, not wanting to disturb them in case they lost focus. However, it seemed you didn’t need to because the moment you started walking again the boy fell over, scraping his knees on the ground. 

He hissed as he lifted his hands up to wipe them before sitting down on his bum to take a better look at his knee. The wall wasn’t that tall, probably reached your shoulders which meant you were able to see over it. So his fall wasn’t something that would majorly injure him. However since he fell wrong his knees did take a good hit on the dirt ground. 

You quietly gasped out when you saw his wound bubbling with blood, rushing over to check on him. “Are you okay?” You asked out of instinct, kneeling down to take a better look. 

The boy only looked at you with wide eyes, mouth closed shut as he watched you not even pay the proper attention to him. “I’m okay. I just scraped my knee.” He told you quietly. 

You finally looked up at him, feeling your shoulder tense up as you felt a blush settle over your face from his gaze. You tilted your head to the side though, frowning as your heart skipped a beat for a moment. At that moment, you also saw as he frowned as well moving to rub at his chest. 

Looking back down at his knee, you sat down your basket before rummaging through it to find what you needed. “I’ll heal your wounds.” You explained to him, taking your small knife to pick at the herbs you had. 

Before you placed anything on him, you handed him a small cloth telling him to wipe at the blood so you could do your work. He softly took the rag, giving you a smile before nodding his head. His fingers felt cold to the touch, but your skin still heated up. It reminded you of all the candles your family had around the shop. Like a comforting hug that surrounded you. You blushed, smiling back at him before going back to the basket. 

Your fingers moved idly over the herbs you knew are used to heal wounds. With only a select few that you had with you, you cut a piece of aloe vera and made sure to expose the gel inside. While you discarded the green part, you gathered a few sprigs of green tea leaves before turning to Seonghwa. 

He sat up straighter, having been caught staring as you went about your work. You giggled quietly, scooting closer to his leg and looking over it to make sure there was nothing dirty. When you saw he had cleaned up the excess blood, you carefully placed the cool gel pad of the aloe onto the scrape and rubbed it in with the leaves. 

“Hold this here, please.” You quietly told him. 

He listened, holding the aloe to his skin as your hands hovered over him. He watched you close your eyes and began to move your lips as hushed breaths came out. Your fingers messaged into his skin as a tingle seemed to flow throughout his muscles. His eyes went wide as he had realized that you were doing a spell on him, so he quickly turned to pay attention to what you were doing. 

Nothing came out from your fingers, in fact it didn’t even look like you were doing anything other than rubbing his knee. What he did feel though was a warming feeling that overtook his body. He was reminded of the times he spent watching the flames of a candle flicker back and forth as his nose breathed against it. 

He looked back at your face, smiling softly as you made him feel content. Before he knew it you were sitting back up and taking the aloe off his skin. “Oh you’re done.” He said, looking down at his knee. 

His eyes went wide again as he saw his skin had healed over and no more blood was coming out. The skin was pink though, a scar taking its place. Magic witches and faeries had was an amazing thing but not everything could be fixed completely. 

“Yeah.” You said. “The spell only makes the healing process go faster. Scars are still going to be there.”

Seonghwa looked over his knee, moving it back and forth. “That’s okay.” He grinned.

You both stood up from the ground, dusting yourselves off from the dirt. Just as he was about to ask for your name, someone had called for you. Looking around Seonghwa, you saw Wooyoung looking around for you with a frown on his face. 

“That’s my friend.” You told Seonghwa. “I have to get going.” You gave him a bow one last time, picking up your basket and skipping over to the faerie boy. 

As you walked away, you smiled sadly as you looked behind you one last time catching Seonghwa’s eyes. He gave you a smile, waving his hand. You laughed, waving back enthusiastically. When you turned around, you felt something flicker in your chest as a warmth spread throughout it. 

Present

“Sweet.” You added, remembering about the time you had met Seonghwa. 

“And he made me feel all warm inside as if I was standing next to a burning candle.” Wooyoung mocked in a high pitched voice. “As does every witch girl who comes across him. You aren't special.”

“I never said I was!” You sneered at him, throwing a bay leaf at him for mocking you. 

He began to let out a loud laugh that reminded you of a screech. But you couldn’t stand to tell him something about it. No matter how much he annoyed you and mocked you, you knew that you both loved each other too much. 

Wooyoung grew quiet for a moment, making you look over at him. He had a somber look on his face that made you worry a bit. Wooyoung had his moments where he was serious, especially if it had to do with his beliefs. But even then you still worried about his mental state in those times. Whether it was out of anger or sadness, you would always be able to tell when something was bothering him. 

“Do you think the hunters will come to our village next?” Wooyoung quietly asked. “What happens when they do?” He turned to look at you. 

You licked your lips, sighing to yourself. “I don't know, Woo.” You quietly said. 

That following night, your parents had left the shop in your care because they had something to attend to with the council. Wooyoung’s parents were also going to be out but they had placed their things in the care of Wooyoung’s older brother. The man himself was not going to keep the place from falling apart. 

You were getting things ready for closing when someone knocked on the door and you looked out towards the door. A tall man stood at the entrance, bowing his head when he noticed you turning around to face him. 

The candle light was too far from him for you to find out who exactly stood at the door, so you calmly raised your hand closer to some candles and whispered under your breath for protection just in case. 

However as he grew closer, your shoulders dropped and your fingers stopped their movements. You began to feel dizzy from the warm feeling surrounding you. You wanted to close your eyes and bask in its warmth but you had a customer to attend to. 

“I've come to speak to the head of this house.” He spoke, coming into view in the candle light. 

He was the tall and handsome type most people would fall for. The kind that makes people stop and stare from how regal he looked. It was only heightened with the kind of clothes he wore. They made him look taller, stronger with how much everything seemed to fit him. He called for attention, and he clearly had yours. 

“They're currently out of town.” You told the duke’s son. 

He finally had reached the counter, coming into light as the candle fully lit up his face. Park Seonghwa was someone who smiled at those in passing. The one who was kind to everyone because that was just the kind of person he was. 

To you though, he was the man who you dreamt of. The man who laid on a dying bed as your blood poured into his mouth to keep him alive. It wasn’t your memory–far from it. It was the memory of a witch who was losing her true love to some injury. The one who created the spell that would change the course of history for magic. 

But it was all in your head. Something you could never explain to others because they wouldn’t understand. Like how Wooyoung had made fun of you for thinking of Seonghwa in any way other than he was a nice guy. You knew others might not make fun of you, but it was something that you wanted to keep to yourself because it was special.  

“I see.” Seonghwa nodded his head.  

He looked at you, for a moment, eyes glancing over your face as he tried to deduce something. “Is it alright if I can ask you what creature you are?” He asked you.

You opened your mouth just a bit as your breath got caught in your throat. You smiled bashfully, looking down. “Of course.” You nodded, answering him.  

“I am a witch.” You explained. “My family owns the shop.”

He paused again, seemingly looking more confused as he scooted closer to the counter. “I’m sorry, have we met before?” He asked you.

Your eyebrows rose, as you took in his looks, seemingly sighing dreamily as you watched him. Your fingers began to tingle, causing you to flex them to relive the feelings. You could feel your blood rushing through your heart, and warming your body.

“I believe, so when we were children.” You answered. 

Seonghwa watched you, feeling his blood warm up as you looked at him. He could feel himself start to fall asleep from how everything seemed to make him feel. He could remember the one time he had last ever felt that way. The time a young woman had come to help him fix his scraped knee. 

He remembered it now, the time when someone had helped him and it made him feel like a little child who stood in front of a candle. And now, standing in front of you again, he felt that same feeling. The wick that was lit up, the heat that radiated from the small flame, the wax that would melt and he would dip his fingers into it. 

Not a day went by that he wouldn’t think about it. Think about the girl who had helped heal him with her magic. About the story his mother would tell him. The story of how vampires came to be. How they were the creatures who were created out of love. 

“Yes.” Seonghwa said, nodding to himself. “I remember now. You treated my knee scrape when I fell from the wall of the palace.” He began to smile bashfully. “Embarrassing for me really. Having a pretty girl clean my wound.”

“I'm sure someone else would have done the same.” You blushed. 

“Yes but none of them would have been a witch.” Seonghwa smiled at you.

You smiled softly at him, understanding that what you were feeling was not only yours. You didn’t know how far it was that he understood your connection–you didn’t even fully know if he truly did. But something about him knowing now that you were a witch made things change. 

There was so much you wanted to ask him. So much you wanted to speak about with him but you knew there were things he needed to get done. The night was young and Seonghwa must have important matters to attend to if he only came down from the estate this late at night. 

“I guess not.” You spoke softly. 

“I guess I'll come by another day then.” He whispered to you, not tearing his eyes away. 

You smiled at him nodding your head. Before he got the chance to turn around and walk away you called out to him. “If you need help with anything, please don't be afraid to ask me.” You told him.

He gave you a dazzling smile, lips pulling over his teeth. “Of course, little witch.”

You felt your heart stop for just a split second. The endearing nickname felt like a stab to your chest. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made your blood warm up even more. A blush overtook your cheeks. But still you gave him a nod and a wave of your hand. You watched as he left with a small smile on his lips. 

**

You didn’t know how long it was that you saw him again. But it was a sad day for the village. You read over the article with the news about the death of the Park family. At least the parents. 

You hadn’t seen Seonghwa since he last came in looking for your parents. It made you sad, not knowing what he must have been going through. It was even worse when you didn’t know how to fix things. 

“They said it was a hunter.” Wooyoung spoke, looking over the paper. “Now with both of them gone it only leaves Seonghwa in charge of the estate. I wonder why they didn't just take blood.” The boy sighed. 

“Wooyoung, not everything is like a story book.” You told him, not looking at him. 

You didn’t know how to tell him. How to explain what it was you felt for Seonghwa. Honestly, you didn’t even fully understand it yet. It was every witches dream to find the person they were destined for, but you knew there were a select few who were able to. 

Twin flames were hard to come by, only one in every century. To get this kind of chance was something no one wanted to just pass by. But for you, it was hard. Times were changing for the worse. At least for the creatures who roamed the earth. And yet you still wanted to deny it.

“They are not creatures who guzzle blood like it's their dinner.” You defended. 

“But somehow they were the reason this war against creatures started.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

“You can't blame them for everything.” You looked up at him, eyebrows pulled together. “Only the greedy ones deserve death.” You added.

“(Y/N), get out of your head.” Wooyoung exclaimed. “Vampires are the reason hunters came to be. The reason all the creatures turned against each other and started to go into hiding. The reason we can't practice our magic anymore!” He was breathing hard, trying his best to keep from crying.

You sucked in breath, wanting to calm your racing heart. “Don't make a fool of yourself, Wooyoung. We still practice it.” You denied him. 

“Really?” He asked. “Then what was the last spell your parents taught you?”

It was a healing spell. Back when you were a little girl. They never really taught you anything outside of the everyday needs. Healing, protections, warding, divination–all the things anyone needed in their lives. Wooyoung was right, though. They never taught you the big kinds of spells. The ones that connected you to the other worldly beings or fixed a mistake in your life that ended up in major failure. 

You were just the girl who worked in the shop and made simple spells and read simple futures with cards. You couldn’t save a person’s life from the brink of death. Couldn’t make a mother find what she needed in order to have a child. Didn’t know how to help a child who couldn’t hear or see. Those were the spells your parents knew because their own families had taught them. 

Wooyoung took your silence as an answer. His lips trembled as he became angry with how you were denying the truth. How you didn’t want to come to terms that the world was not happy with the magic users that were meant to care for it. 

“They stopped because they know everyone is reversing their abilities.” Wooyoung sniffled. “Even the Park's! They came to my family to take away their powers—”

“Am I interrupting?” Someone asked. 

Both you and the faerie boy turned, coming face to face with Seonghwa. You pressed your lips together, feeling your blood warm up from standing so close to him. 

“Not at all.” You spoke up. “Wooyoung was just leaving.” 

You watched the boy give you a look, disappointed in what you decided to choose. Your shoulders dropped at the way he looked at you. It hurt to watch him walk away from you in a haste to get away.

No matter what, Wooyoung was always going to be your person. Even if you kind were the ones who created vampires out of love, the universe was the one who created faeries and witches from the same soul. No creature was going to get in the way of that. 

You turned back to Seonghwa, feeling your chest burn from both hurt and familiarity. You walked around the counter, stepping to stand in front of him. “I'm sorry about your mother.” You told him.

“I am too.” He gave you a soft smile. “Little witch, do you treasure who you are?” He asked you.

Your lips opened and closed for a moment before you looked down to avoid his gaze. You felt your heart ache thinking about how he must have overheard Wooyoung telling you about the Park’s going to his family to take away their vampiric abilities. His question did catch you off guard. But the moment you understood his words, you knew what it was you wanted to say. 

People grew up to be the person they were meant to be for a reason. Being a human, witch, faerie, vampire–whatever–was what made them just that. You couldn’t go on without knowing who it was you were or wanted to be. Being a witch was a part of you just as being a vampire was for Seonghwa. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to give up a part of you. Especially because you knew it was the reason you were at risk of being killed at the hands of others who didn’t understand the kind of person you were. 

“More than anything in the world.” You answered him. “It's what makes me the person I am.”

“And if you had to give it up?” Seonghwa’s lips trembled, his breath turning shallow as he grew closer to you. “To let others know that you mean them no harm?”

You were never going to be able to know how Wooyoung dealt with his struggles. How Seonghwa dealt with his or how other creatures did. But you knew that being a witch was part of you and losing that would be one of the most painful experiences you could ever know. 

“I wouldn't know what to do with myself.” You whispered. “That would be taking away a part of me–a part of my soul.”

Seonghwa sucked in a breath hearing your words. You felt his hands brush against your own, your breath hitching as you suddenly saw a vision pass behind your eyes. It was like those dreams you had. You saw those bloody hands clasped together–watched as two candles flickered together in sync with one another. And like always, the moonlight shined down on those two lovers huddled together. 

When the images passed you found yourself staring right into Seonghwa’s eyes. You were close enough to watch as his pupils grew as they watched you. You could almost feel his warmth seeping into your skin. 

“And if your soul was connected to someone else's?” He whispered. 

“Wouldn't that make them my soulmate?” You questioned back.

“No, not your soulmate.” Seonghwa shook his head. “That would mean that person was your other half.” He explained, his hand finally taking yours in his. “The half that was torn from you.”

His fingers pried yours open, closing around your palm as he clasped your hand. Your eyes fluttered for a moment as you glanced down at his lips, but you quickly looked up the moment he stepped closer, chest brushing against yours.  

“I mean in a way that your soul mirrors another.”

Twin flames were what they called witches and vampires. They were called that because when a witch created the first ever vampire, the way they had cured their lover was by connecting their souls together. They prayed to the moon and called upon its magic to save the one thing that they had loved more than even their own life. 

And when the moon answered, the witch lit two candles that were the bridge between their lover’s dying soul and their living one. When they fed their lover blood, it was meant to be the essence of life bringing them back from the river that would take them to the underworld. In doing so, the witches' life became one with their lover. This created their souls to be connected to one another. 

“Then we'd walk side by side.” You swallowed. “Magic or not, our souls will always be the same.” You told him. 

You watched how his Adam's apple moved, his throat feeling like it was closing in as he took in your words. His lip trembled, breathing turning harsh as he tried to keep from having tears fall. 

“Are you alright, Seonghwa?” You asked, growing worried as you took in his state. 

“I just wanted to check on something.” He whispered so quietly. “I had to make sure I wasn't wrong.”

Your lips slowly turned downward as you realized what he was talking about. The moment Seonghwa saw your facial expression take a turn, he leaned closer, forehead touching yours as he was a breath away from touching your lips.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” You asked, lips brushing against his.

“More than I could ever ask for.” He then pressed his lips against yours. 

Your breath got caught in your throat once more, body leaning back as he fully pushed himself into you. You didn’t waste time to kiss him back with as much vigor. You could feel something within you swell. You could feel Seonghwa’s heartbeat against his chest. Tears pooled in your eyes as you knew it was beating in sync with yours. 

You felt his tears falling down his cheek, touching your own and causing them to get wet. But you didn’t care. All that filled your head was the way his lips felt touching yours–the way his body reacted with your own. Everything was moving together, like it was one person who was in charge. 

Everything felt right. Like you were meant to be in that moment with him. And the moon–you could feel it on your skin. You could feel it seeping through the windows and onto the both of you. It was watching you–knowing what it had been doing when it brought you together. 

You began to feel Seonghwa move the tip of his tongue onto your lips. When you opened your mouth just a bit more, you felt his teeth scrape your bottom lip. You didn’t know what had gone wrong, but suddenly you felt a nick on your skin, causing you to pull back quickly with a gasp.

You licked at your lip, feeling liquid touch your tongue. You furrowed your eyebrows when you felt that it didn’t hurt. In fact, you could even feel the sting when Seonghwa had caused the wound. The only reason you had was because you felt him bite you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He pulled back, licking off the blood that had been left on his lips.

“It’s alright.” You shook your head, trying to wipe away the dribbles. “Nothing I can’t fix.” You smiled at him.

Seonghwa stepped forward again, moving a hand to your cheek as his thumb brushed to wipe away the blood. He leaned down again, giving you one last chaste kiss to avoid hurting you further. 

“Forgive me, my little witch.” He whispered to you.

And then he was gone.

**

You watched, along with the rest of the village, as people tried to clean up the bodies of humans who were torn apart and left in the town square to rot. Many tried to shield their eyes, keep children from looking at the disfigured humans. 

They were hunters. Everyone could tell from the weapons that laid at their sides. Weapons that could easily kill anyone if you used them right. But you knew they were used against creatures. Creatures who had turned themselves humans but still were ultimately killed.

Wooyoung was at your side, making faces and gagging as the morticians tried to clean up the severed body parts. There were only certain things that had the strength to do that to the body. And as far as you knew, they had reversed their ability days before the death of his parents.

“I thought you said the Park’s came to reverse their powers.” You mumbled emotionless.

“Not Seonghwa.” Wooyoung answered you.

He turned to look at you, seeing how your face remained emotionless. “Still don't want to believe me?” He asked. 

There was only so much pain someone could take before reaching the breaking point. Finding out that the one person who was meant to be a mirrored soul to your own after being told that you were no longer going to be the person you were meant to be was heart wrenching. Watching as your family lost something that belonged to not only their mind but their soul as you chose not to go through with it. Then you truly find the person who was meant to be your one true love.

Only to remember that one day they too were going to have to give up what they were. Even worse for someone who was a witch. To have to grow old as they lost their connection with the moon. That was far worse than losing some silly ability to drink blood. 

It only led them to want to fight for what was meant to be right. But was it in the end if power only caused war against one another? Maybe giving up those kinds of things was for the best. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t going to be people who fought for their life.

“Not at all.”

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[doubleddenden]

Decided to soothe a little anxiety with another what-if Ash team, this time if he were to appear in the Horizons anime at some point.

The problem is that... I like both teams lol. So we could say there's one for Scarlet and one for Violet.

I decided to try and play with the idea Journeys proposed- rather than an entirely new team from the generation the anime takes place in, it's instead a mixed gen team of pokemon fans wanted him to have, some new faces, and unexpected ones.

However, because Ash isn't an MC anymore, a lot can happen. I think a really cool thing to see would be seeing a mix of him catching pokemon we fans/he missed a chance on catching, or evolving pokemon the writers either abandoned or kept cute because of stupid reasonings.

Anyways, my take on these teams:

Ash would have somehow wound up in Hisui at some point after becoming World Champion, at that point he would have had his Oshawott, Quilava, and Gible with him (and Rowlett too, but he's cursed with that stupid everstone). It'd be a quick run and I'd imagine he'd probably have a team caught from there before finding himself back in modern times via Kitakami's Crystal Pool somehow. However that quick run would be enough to finally finish out Cyndaquil's evolution to a Hisuian Typhlosion and expose Oshawott to Hisuian energy to become Hisuian Samurott. All of this would probably be mentioned briefly in passing or be a short few episode special or something before joining the group temporarily to help beat the bad guys.

So his team and a blurb for each.

Returning mons:

Pikachu: of course you gotta have this guy. I think a neat twist would be for it to be a Steel teratype because of his prolific Iron Tail usage. I'd imagine he and Cap would be great friends.

Garchomp: formerly Gible, but also an Alpha species now because it got hit with some distortion mumbo jumbo once, which prompted it to grow abd evolve rapidly. It's adapted to its new body and power, and Ash can even ride it now, but personality wise it's still a bit the same. Still biting his head out of affection especially.

Hisuian Typhlosion: again, it was already a Quilava at this point and was extremely close to finishing out it's evolution line, so by chance it finally does it. Like before, it's a bit ditzy, now becoming a bit of a sleepy boy, but also gaining a lot of power from evolution in exchange for some of its agility. I imagine now that he's taller, he gives the best hugs and takes plenty of naps with his head on Ash's shoulder or in his lap. Violet team.

Hisuian Samurott: the same Oshawott from Unova, but now greatly matured after helping to save Ash and Pikachu from harsh wilderness and dangerous Alphas. He's a bit more stoic now, and extremely loyal and strong, but deep down he still vies for adoration and attention even though he's better about it now. Praise and encouragement strive it to fight even harder. Scarlet team.

Both Typhlosion and Samurott would be evolved off screen as well, even if one appears and the other doesn't. Both also fill the role of a starter on his team since nobody has a fully evolved Hisuian starter in Journeys or Horizons yet (I'd imagine maybe another trainer would have Hisuian Decidueye). It'd feel like a good return to have a starter on the team, plus give him 2 pokemon I think he should have in some spirit or another.

New mons

Lokix: I once did an Ash run in Scarlet out of boredom, opting to give him a more traditional Paldean team (that I'd honestly change now). Something that wouldn't change is keeping Lokix, because it is universally agreed by fans that he'd have one. Hard not to see why, he's a Kamen rider bug and is very fast and nimble, and a little guy too, obviously a good formula for cool anime fights. In this case, I'd imagine Lokix being obtained as a Nymble and training hard to evolve, abd he's constantly posing and cool as hell. Even world champion Ash would get starry eyed seeing it make a cool pose after winning a battle.

Dundunsparce (3 segments): so something I noticed is that Ash tried to capture a Dunsparce TWICE in the anime- once in gen 5, and once in gen 6, both failed attempts. Something I never remembered to take into account us that Ash sometimes just gas weird or goofy/jokey Pokemon, and Journeys in particular has several Pokemon fans wanted Ash to have for years, like Gengar and Mega Lucario. So I figured 2 birds with one stone, third time is the charm and he finally catches a Dunsparce of his own. Then, it fully evolves into a whopping THREE SEGMENT Dundunsparce. It's a Pokemon Ash is rather fond of, and Dundunsparce sometimes shows affection by wrapping himself around Ash and squeezing the life out of him.

Armarouge: this seems to be a very widely agreed certified Ash Pokemon by the fans. And why not, it's a very cool design with colors that mesh well with Ash himself. I'd imagine Ash befriends a spunky Charcadet one day after making a sandwich, and instead of it being abandoned or mistreated, it's a Pokemon that has simply a desire to get stronger and actually rejects trainers for being too weak- but it saw something in Ash immediately and insisted on following him until he got caught. It eventually evolved into Armarouge after a pretty intense training session with Ash and a set of armor it received from a master of its line. Armarouge is now a very loyal bro pokemon that's especially gifted at run and gun tactics, although Ash is none too shy about using some of its moves at point blank range. Scarlet team.

Palafin: honestly this one was picked mostly to fill in a water slot, as I'm not particularly a fan of it nor do I really see Ash bothering with a Pokemon with an ability as complex as this. However, most people think this is another Certified Ash Pokemon, so I guess it's okay. I do think it'd be hilarious if Ash and most others aren't even sure where the transformed mode even comes from, but I also think for Ash to take full advantage of it, he'd eventually figure it out. A very caring Pokemon that especially goes all out against rough trainers and constantly helped Pokemon in need, but nobody has ever seen it transform once- and Ash didn't even know it did until he saw the heart on its chest. Violet team.

I definitely prefer the Scarlet team in this case, but I do think the other looks cool as hell as well. If he were to ever meet the Horizons team, I'd imagine this could be a Yugi vs Jaden GX moment for a final battle.

[leggerefiore]

Might be a bit late on the "Trainer's ace is reflective of the trainer themself" but I wanna give my two cents that Volo's actually not exempt from this for the opposite reasons of the rest.

From what we know of him, it's obvious that he's suffered through hardship, possibly from a very young age, and he has no one to go to soothe his wounds (sans Cogita, but even that's not really secure/guaranteed).

That's why he, consciously or not, wants his kids pokemon to have what he didn't. Someone who takes care of them, someone to lean on, and someone to keep them company through their hardships.

Aside from being a Cynthia team copy, I feel like there's a narrative reason why half his team evolves thru friendship. (Anyway, sorry if it's kinda long, I'm a Volo fucker can you tell)

Aren't we all, anon. Aren't we all lol

It was more how the pokemon itself reflects on the trainer from how they are in pokedex entries and things. Though, seeing your argument and looking at the entries for the entries for the Togepi line.

Togepi and Togetic seems to be a difficult pokemon to befriend and only wants to be friends with kindhearted people with whom it shares its stored up happiness (assumably just good luck).

Not sure how that parallels well with Volo outside of maybe him being someone with great potential but needing a kind person to help get him there. Maybe it was the supposed good luck that was granted to him that led to him actually meeting Giratina?

Togekiss is a bit morning interesting. It hates conflict and prefers those who respect the rights of others and avoid strife...

That is interesting because I imagine Volo's plans to recreate the world after taking Arceus's powers is probably one without conflict or "pain." (For Volo at least, then again after reading his dialogue once more, it really sounds like he just planned on removing the current Hisuian era in general rather than straight up removing them from existence. Though, he also tried to kill them, so who knows?)

On one hand, Volo sowed chaos into Hisui through the dimensional rifts, but perhaps his ultimate goals were a strange idea of peace in his world. Since he and Cyrus are obviously parallels of one another and knowing that Cyrus felt the world was incomplete and filled with strife due to spirit, maybe Volo's plans weren't that different. Recreate the world completely and get rid of everything as it is and make the world better at the cost of losing everything as it was.

Getting off topic a bit, but that's to preface that maybe he desires the peace and world with conflict that a Togekiss desires. Maybe that's how he relates to his starter/ace.

[sugiwa]

“Hack at it with a sword until all the was wrong was so thoroughly wounded that it would never recover.” this sentence is really neat to me i just thought i would tell you that.

“…Back home—we were supposed to go back home together.” this is when the tears started coming. question: would home to penny be the red force?

“There was no twinkling clang of the bells, not even a hum of response. Nothing but silence.” I’m telling my therapist about you. Also this sentence reminds me of Caliban’s monologue from the Tempest when he talks about his island and it makes me even more sad.

“Amid the ruin, it was the only thing untouched.” THE SOUL OF HER SHIP, their friendship and the love and the story that brought her ship to life is the only thing untouched- i’m not okay

“I missed you a lot when you were gone.” SHUT UP-

[If people never got their wishes answered, then they’d lose hope in the world/ a wish was only as powerful as the will behind it.] sugiwa everyday i get closer and closer to the truth of her devil fruit, mark my words i will figure it out😩

“Do you remember when we sailed all the way to Elbaf, only to have the fish blow us back?” I chuckled at this lol, Penny would be Odysseus hitting her crewmates over the head and calling them idiots if she had them

(“Oh, of course,” laughed her ship.) no because i thought the exact same thing when penny said that. it’s such a simple solution but of course she would resort back to it because the same love for writing and stories is the love that created the looking glass and binds them together. writing created the looking glass, why wouldn’t it be the same way penny keeps her alive.

i genuinely felt such relief when she said that and all the sorrow that i felt over what seemed like their farewell was soothed because nothing disappears or goes away forever as long as there is someone telling the story.

This is so lovely, so thank you for all the wonderful details in here. Home to Penny very much is the Red Force these days and I think it kinda fits within this theme of each of the Straw Hats having that one person to return to, only Penny's is somewhere ahead of them rather than behind them. We'll get into more details as to what Penny said to Shanks after that argument they had, but essentially, she was always going to go back (And as Beckmen told her, bring the World's Greatest Story with her).

It's not so much that Shanks replaced her parents or anything--she doesn't really view him as a father. Even when she didn't have all her memories, Penny knew that she was Lucy and Belle's daughter--she just didn't remember them (their voices, the things they did together, what they were like, etc.) What she did know about the Stage Pirates was only what she could bear to remember: that they had all died at the Navy's hand and because the World Government did such a wonderful job of making even saying Lucy's name a huge taboo (we will explore this further in Thriller Bark).

Hehehehe, her Devil Fruit....if Penny had been on Skypeia, she might have learned a bit more about it but, we'll wait for Robin to reveal something later on 👀

The Looking Glass's death was something I had written a while back. At first, I was going to keep her around as a shikigami (a paper spirit like in Spirted Away), but then I thought about the logistics of that and decided it was a bit messy and thought of what else I could do which is where we happened upon the ink. Using the ashes of her dream ship as the ink of her future story is so Penny, so I went with that angle. I also think that Penny needed some closure after losing so many of her friends without being able to save any of them--she's talked about it a bit, but we'll see later on that this build up of loss will prepare her for what happens at Marineford later on.

Also, if we think about the ink that is used on the Thousand Sunny--Nami's maps, Robin's studies, the Poneglyph etchings, and one day, Penny's stories--Penny's sharing a lot more of herself with the Straw Hats than she has with anyone else so far.

[violetmarkings]

How Stray Kids would cuddle (based off of tarot readings)

Genre :: Fluff, Reaction, Tarot reading based

Pairing :: skz members x gender neutral reader

Word count :: 1750

Warnings ::  This is literally a poetic interpretation of tarot readings, lots of metaphors and comparisons, CUDDLES, kisses, hand holding, sappy and romantic, mentions of having wounds, scars, fears (they get soothed), a bit of possessiveness in lee know's, butter croissants, hyunjin wants you to avoid responsibilities, Felix is a cuddle addict, magic (?)

A/N: You guys really enjoyed my poetical take on heartwarming things skz would do while intimate (18+) , so I thought I'd do something else in that writing style! This is the first time I ever do fluff on this account though lol. And since I also do tarot and we've reached another follower milestone, I thought I'd write this as a gift to you guys to celebrate :D  Thank you for the love and follows, guys! <3

Chan, healing cuddles - V of Wands R, IV of swords R, Wheel of fortune, Justice

The sword, it must be glued to your wrist ;; your body turned into a shield, slashed at - you're weary, full of battle scars from your battles. But to Chan, it doesn't matter if you won or not, all matters that you came to home into his arms. His soldier, his brave, strong soldier, you're back. So many nights he's spent calling you home, sending you doves with secret letters, so that he could hold you again and have you rest ;; let him heal you. The battle's been fought, it's time to let it go now - but how can you, when the wounds still sting? He'll make it better, he promises. He'll be the magical, healing salve you need. The scars, they will always be there, yes ;; but he loves every single one of them. Your heart doesn't need to drum that hard anymore. You don't need to be hyper aware of your foes. It's okay, you're safe. The pain, he's absorbed it, it's gone, disappeared. And no matter how many times you go to war, you can always know, your refuge is always waiting with baited breath, for you to return home, so he can hold you and make all the bad go away.

Lee know, tight cuddles - VII of pentacles R, X of swords R

Minho's truly like a feline ;; he likes to play with you, play with your heart and nerves. When you want his affection, he'll joke, no you can't have me, but then pull you right back. But please don't misunderstand, you're not just a play mate to him, and he'd never feel ready to let you go. Why? Because although a feline, he's a domesticated one - he can't go on without you, you're his home, his water, his food, he needs you. He might jokingly push you away, but he never ever would want you to leave. Stay, please stay, he'd even beg. The way he'd hold you, although you'd never know - would be as if he was scared you'd disappear the next second, like sand between his fingers. When he'd hold you, it'd be tight, glued to him, you're his, his, he refuses to let you go. Waking up without you would mean breaking to shambles, so please excuse him. Excuse him for squeezing you to his heart, for wanting to drown in your perfume, for putting your body in love arrest. His love birthed demons, and they whisper to him, if he doesn't entangle himself with you, weave himself to you - one day he'll wake up without a home.

Changbin, royal cuddles - Spirit of pentacles, Lord of pentacles, Nine of pentacles R, Dreamer of Swords

Teach Changbin how to love you, show him who to be, how to be. Nothing is off the table, no, anything for his love. How do you like to be held? Where? When? Your word is law, and he's an abiding citizen ;; he wants to be fair and righteous for you, your figure of justice, your hero. For you, he'll provide, turn himself upside down, there's no limit ;; he'll make sure there is none. He can't only give you one thing, one domain, no, no. Love is complex, love is tangled in a labyrinth of endless ends, and he must explore every path, he must fulfil every sense. A pillow to rest your head, sweet scented sheets for comfort, the warmth of his body he gives to you so you won't feel cold, his fingers are now made to soothe you and his voice is whispering to you, caressing your heart too, how could he ever forget it. You'd think it'd be impossible for him to fetch you hot butter croissants in the morning and serve them to you like your royalty? Well you're wrong. Royalty would envy you, kings and queens stirring in their graves over how well he spoils you.

Hyunjin, escapist cuddles - VIII of Wands R

There was something pressing on your shoulders before Hyunjin's arms enveloped you. The weight of the world, some sort of societal confection, something urgent, causing you distress. But what was it, again? You can't remember. Good, good, you're in the loop now. You're in his infinity loop, in his hold that seems to repeat itself forever ;; but it never bores you, not at all. But what it is this loop? It's his hold on you, his comforting touch, warmth, smell. Society is calling you? Don't go. There's something urgent? No, it can wait. But you can't always run away from responsibility in his arms, right? Wrong, wrong. In his arms, he can protect you. In his arms, he knows you're safe. In his arms, he can make you happy. Like a broken vinyl player, he'll keep scratching the same note, don't go, stay with me instead. Even if to most it's illusionary, an oasis is the better than the unforgiving desert - so stay. Enjoy the magic and lose yourself in the joy.

Han, binding cuddles - Spirit of Pentacles, The lovers R, Five of Wands

Jisung loves you with everything he has - he won't be stingy about absolutely anything. His heart? You have it. His body? Yours to move, to feel, to breathe. There's nothing of his that isn't yours, no moment when he'd want to be apart from you. You're entangled in body in soul, only to grow closer and closer and even more inseparable, like two trees weaving their roots with one another. But as trees, you don't need to speak, now do you? No, you can just communicate through the mere touch of branches, that mess you've woven yourself into. Telepathy, that's it. He'll hold your hand, yes baby I hear you. He'll pull you closer, I'm listening, tell me more. He'll kiss you gently, we'll get through it together, I swear. And as your head lies on his chest, on his heartbeat - you can hear them, his thoughts. They're all calling for you, your name sounds so soft and angelic repeating in his mind, and he proclaims his undying love again and again with the voice of his touch. So if your lover is ever being quiet, close your ears and use your other senses ;; because he's speaking, oh he's so loud - he wants to tell you how impossible it is to ever remove his roots from within the grasp of yours.

Felix, consistent cuddles - Knight of swords, VIII of wands R, Four of wands

Love doesn't need a specific timing, Felix thinks. It comes from a deep place, rooted in the heart, it grows roots and remains there only to grow stronger and taller ;; to hold you close, it doesn't need to be grand, it just needs to be genuine. And genuine he is, yes, when he says there won't be a moment when he won't want you in his hold. He's introverted himself into your arms, and just like the comfort of home, it won't become old or stale to him. So he'll want you, want to cling onto you and warmth and soul, at any point, through any feeling. Sadness, happiness, comfort and it's opposite ;; truth be told, he doesn't need a reason, it's an impulse, an instinct to run to you. Sometimes he'll apologize, that's he's too much, that he's weighting you down, holding you hostage, craving you like an insatiable beast, no matter the time, place and situation - and he hopes, wishes, begs that you won't feel his hugs, cuddles, and affection would lose meaning due to overuse. But he always loves you, in body and soul, without the need of an occasion - so please understand, if his arms are always around you, that doesn't mean it's a meaningless habit ;; every single moment mean the world to him, just like you do.

Seungmin, dreamy cuddles - Two of wands, Maat, Ten of Swords

You are where he dreams and what he dreams, both at once. Brimming at the edge of an inception, Seungmin dreams of dreaming with you, next to you, of you. Tangled with you, all is right - he can rest his head, his soul, his heart, they're safe with you, in your loving arms. Only by you can he feel at ease to rest, to let himself overcome by slumber ;; because when he closes his eyes and journeys to Dreamland, his body is protected by yours - but even there, in the astral plane, he'll search for you, to inspire him of paradise, of perfection to plaster a smile on his face in the real world. But he doesn't even have to be asleep to dream, no, no. Not when you're around, he doesn't. He's awake, but he's dreaming, looking at you with galaxies in his eyes, caressing your face with gentleness ;; you're the moon in his dark sky, you light up his soul - and then he dreams with you, too. Into the night, he tells you all he dreams of, all his desires of the future, reveals his secrets wishes to never let you go ;; but they won't remain just dreams, no no. They will be plans, they will be real, your future together will happen, paradise is achievable. And as words stop falling from your lips and eyelids slowly close, once again all is well because you're together.

I.N, magical cuddles - Queen of Cups, II of Swords R, Page of Swords

You've probably never felt something as unique and special as Jeongin's magical touch. His hold on you, it's anything but physical. His trust is holding the hand of your trust, his fears are caressing your fears, his doubts are kissing away yours, his wounds are hugging yours, his vulnerability is cradling your vulnerability with upmost care ;; he wants you to know you're safe. Your thoughts are safe, your emotions are safe, in this bodily hold that serves completely other purposes. And yet, there's some physicality to it too, since your bodies are vessels, communicators of the mind and soul ;; his aura, his effect on you, makes you think you've gone delusional sometimes - because you can swear there's a certain sparkle to his fingertips, and when he glides them above you, it's like he's casting a spell. A spell that heals, a spell that nurtures, calms, fixes absolutely everything. A spell that replaces any evil, any pain - mental, emotional, physical - with purity and goodness. And just how he can caress your mind and heart with his fingers, your thoughts and emotions can smile when he's around.

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for the prompts - 2: Things you said through your teeth and Kryterius!

YESSSSSSSS thank you!!! see i got around to it we just had to take a detour to brainrot land first this one uhhh kinda got away from the original prompt lol my brain ran away from me a little bit

things you said prompts

Pairing: Saren Arterius/Nihlus Kryik

Words: 1,520

Warnings: Description of severe injury (some hand-waving with medi-gel cause it's my fic and i decide the bullshit)

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"Hhhhhh."

"Hold still."

"A-ahh, Nihlus..."

"I said hold still, didn't I?"

"Nihlus, f-fffff-fuck!"

Nihlus hissed through his teeth and pulled away from Saren's arm, brow plates and mandibles set low. "Do you want this fixed or not? It's going to hurt, that's how field dressings work."

Saren just parted his jaws and gave him an undulating hiss. Rude little shit.

Nihlus puffed out an exhale through his nasal plates at him, then went back to his arm. He sympathized, of course he did, having glass embedded in his flesh had to hurt, especially considering he was much smaller than Nihlus and didn’t have the extra padding of burly muscle between the torn skin and fragile bone below, but spirits, he couldn’t make it easier on him, could he? “Just take deep breaths and don’t watch what I’m doing,” he muttered, turning his arm slightly to look for smaller shards. “We can get it cleaned up better on the ship, but for now you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

The noise that came out of Saren’s throat might have been a whimper, if Nihlus thought the mighty Saren Motherfucking Arterius capable of such a thing. His mandibles clapped tight against his face as he turned away. “Just make it quick, Nihlus,” made it out from between his gritted teeth.

Nihlus hesitated, then swallowed down the argument that being quick would in fact hurt worse and just focused on his task. Arguing about it wouldn’t get the glass out any faster. Saren’s endosuit had already released medigel onto the wound, and he wasn’t interested in anything getting accidentally sealed inside because he took too long.

He had to admit, they’d been lucky - the largest and nastiest-looking shard sat worryingly close to a thick, pounding artery, but had managed to miss it by just enough he was pretty sure he could pry it free without issue. He took hold of it as firmly as he dared and gave it an experimental tug, only to grimace as Saren hissed. “Sorry, sorry,” he muttered. So much for the painkillers in medi-gel.

Saren’s exhale shook on its way out. “Are you positive it can’t wait?”

“Unless you want to go in for surgery when we get back to the Citadel.” Nihlus sighed and adjusted his grip. “Here, this is the biggest piece, I’ll get out the ones I can by hand and then we’ll call it good, alright? On three. One, two...”

Saren sucked in a breath just before he pulled the shard free, and snapped his jaws around a cry Nihlus only heard the first note of. “I know, I know,” he soothed hastily, putting all his apologies into his subvocals. He chucked the shard away. “There, that one’s done, there’s only a couple others left, and then we can go back to the ship. Ready?”

“This does not go in the report.”

“We’ll be lucky if you don’t have nerve damage, the Council will want to know if there’s worker’s comp and hazard pay on the way. Next piece, deep breath, one...”

They continued like that for a little while, each piece of glass taking a count of three, a warning, and a deep breath. Saren at least managed to push his shuddering and flinching out to his other limbs, leaving his injured arm perfectly still in Nihlus’s grip. The whole time, he stared resolutely ahead, gaze fixed on the wall across from them and mandibles taut against his face. Nihlus apologized to each wince.

The pile of glass grew slowly, piece by piece, until Nihlus was confident he’d gotten everything that wouldn’t require digging around with tools. “Alright, that was the last of them,” he grunted, grabbing a pouch of medi-gel out of the first-aid kit at his hip. “I’ll put some more gel on it, we’ll let it seal, and then we should be fine to head back to the ship.”

Saren took a long, slow breath. When he let it out, he let himself relax back against Nihlus’s torso, his head falling sideways to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you, Nihlus.” His subvocals wove delicately under his words, a testament to how much not reacting to the pain had actually taken out of him. Relieved-grateful-pleased, and maybe, just maybe, not that Nihlus was quite ready to acknowledge it, a dash of affectionate. “I don’t... I should have paid more attention.”

Nihlus glanced at him, then tapped a mandible and coo-clicked deep in his chest. “To be fair, how were you supposed to know they’d rigged up IEDs with glass? It’s not usually the go-to of dumb mercs in a rush to save their skins.” He squished the pouch around in his hand to get it warmed up enough to spread easily, trying not to disturb Saren’s wound any further. The medi-gel from his suit had managed to stop the bleeding, at least, but he knew all too well how fragile a barrier it was without a proper seal over it.

“How many years did I spend harping on you and Avitus about constant vigilance, Nihlus?” Saren shook his head slightly, then shifted to get more comfortable. Two armored turians weren’t exactly in the right outfits for cushy cuddling, after all. “I was... foolish.”

Nihlus raised a brow plate. “The great Saren Arterius, admitting fault,” he deadpanned, lifting the pouch to his mouth. He tore it open with his teeth, then brought it back down to Saren’s arm while he continued. “If it makes you feel better, I will preserve your reputation and not tell Avitus you did something stupid and got glass in your arm.”

Saren snorted, and Nihlus chuckled to himself. “This’ll sting a bit, brace yourself.” He waited until Saren’s back went stiff at his side, then started squeezing out the gel onto the wound and smearing it with one knuckle. “We’re just lucky it didn’t nick the artery in here, or get you anywhere else. An explosion like that should have ripped you to shreds.”

Saren fluttered his mandibles. “Last-second biotics. Just not quite in time.” He shut his eyes and scrunched his brow plates down as the gel’s sting hit, but forced himself to breathe through his nose. “You could be more gentle, Nihlus.”

“I cannot express enough how hard it is to apply medi-gel to an open, seeping wound even remotely gently. I’m touching your muscle fibers, Moonface.” Nihlus shook his head. The gel was forming a nice seal quickly, at least. “Hey, just out of curiosity, what does bone feel like?”

“Don’t you dare.”

Nihlus chuffed to himself, smoothing out the surface of the gel so there wouldn’t be any hardened points or waves to catch on anything. “There, that will hold until we can get a doctor to look at it. You are going to the doctor for this one, by the way. Don’t try to talk your way out of it.”

Saren’s mandibles hit his face with a sharp clack. “If it heals enough by the time we reach the Citadel, I won’t need the doctor,” he countered.

Nihlus delicately set Saren’s arm in his own lap. “I want to remind you I just had my hand inside your arm. I watched your pulse. Hospital.”

Saren sat up a bit, tipping his head backwards and to the side to roll his eyes up at Nihlus. “Is that an order, Agent Kryik?”

Nihlus gave him a long, deadpan stare in return. The little albino’s subvocals were an even mix of play and challenge, and Nihlus wasn’t sure which one he’d rather it be. The sparks dancing at the corners of his eyes and the tips of his claws certainly didn’t offer a clue either way. After a moment, he decided the best course of action was to simply grip the back of Saren’s cowl, push himself to his feet, and lift his former mentor off the ground like scruffing an unruly child.

Saren yipped, straightening out his legs to try to brush the ground with even just the tips of his armored toe-claws before giving up. “Alright, fine,” he huffed. “You make a fair point.”

“Of course I do.” Nihlus set him back on his feet and waited for him to get his balance before patting his cowl. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Saren nodded, brushing himself off, then paused. “Nihlus...” He sighed. “Thank you. Truly. I don’t know what I would have done without you, this time.”

Nihlus blinked, then, slowly, like trying not to startle a stray varren, reached around and pulled Saren into a gentle side-hug. “I couldn’t leave you in that much pain, you know that,” he said, letting his voice drop down to that softer register he only used when he really meant what he was saying. “Just, next time, leave the reckless and impulsive things to me, yeah? I can take more of a hit than you can.”

Saren, to his surprise, actually leaned into the gesture, just a little bit. Nihlus tried to pretend his heart wasn’t fluttering. “I can do that,” he replied, voice low and thoughtful. “You have a deal.”

[bemylord]

aot boys as your boyfriend

♡ character: eren, erwin, armin, jean.

♡ warnings: fluff, gender neutral, some curse words.

♡ note: it's my vision of how aot boyzz will act if they'd fell in love with ya. i already did with levi, so i give a link to that chapter.

ᴇʀᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ

you've been stuck in his head the whole night. he has daydreamed about you almost every night.

eren isn't the weak boy who'd be scared to tell you his feelings, just he has some insecurities about it. maybe he feels something because you did awake his titan when nobody can't do that; maybe because he was listening to your voice while he was a titan.

you're dexterous and have some skills in how to kill titans. eren thought maybe your ancestors are ackerman?

but he decidedly tunes himself to ask you on a date. 'y/n, are you busy?' 'nope, eren, is something wrong?' 'yes, no, but.. would you mind to go on a date with me?' so, you had your first date under stars, gazing at the shooting star and made a wish. after that night, you entered into a relationship with a titan boy, without even knowing it.

eren'd call you love or baby. even if you both are in the public, he doesn't care what whoever will say: you're his lover and he wants to make it obvious to everyone.

when you inside walls, having a quiet, kinda day-off from the training and cleaning, eren calls it cuddie-day. why? nothing better to do than having you in his muscular arms, burying his face into your hair and finally rest. you both have a chat about nothing, just half-muttering 'til you both fall asleep.

it's kinda egoist but when you two outside the wall, eren'll keep an eye on you. he kills titans within twenty meters faster than you, so you could continue riding.

his palms have calluses and scars from the fight that he had in the past, but you think it's manly. you always rub his rough skin when you've got the opportunity. for eren, he'll do everything for you just so you keep rubbing his scabrous skin.

during the cuddle session, yeager will cover your face with quick but gentle kisses, holding your jawline delicate, pattering on your cheeks with his thumb.

eren tries to make you feel happy and loveable no matter what. also makes sure that you're knowing that you're safe and protected by him.

you should whisper in his ear dirty phrase, as he gets in the mood right away.

ᴇʀᴡɪɴ ꜱᴍɪᴛʜ

you're his hope and support, his sun and his moon. you mean a lot to him.

overprotective bby. before every expedition, he'll insist on you to stay inside the wall. it's not about trust, it's about he'll be focusing on you, he'll certify every second you aren't surrounded by the titans and you've enough gas.

still, he prefers you to be home, waiting for him. the thought of you biding your captain and lover, gives him the energy to come home safe.

he allows you to wash and treat his wounds after a mission. you kiss his tensed muscular, giving him a soothing back massage, running your hands on his body. 'you finally home, my love. other people and i are safe because of you and your teammates. i'm very proud of you'

after an exhausted and long trip, he asks for a few days off to spend with you.

as your captain, he needs to make sure you're strong and have knowledge of how to kill enemies.

erwin's palms are huge, so you're comparing your hand by pressing your palms in his. after years of using the vertical maneuvering equipment, he also has some calluses. the captain loves those moments when you're interlacing hands, despite his coarse skin. 'do you like hold my hands even if they're unpleasant to the touch?' you laughed, kissed his outer part of the palm. 'yes i do, captain, and i do like kissing them'

his confident way of speaking, you consider as something cute at him.

you need to obey, that erwin is dominant in the relationship.

his favorite kiss is neck or collarbone; pressing the lips against your smooth area around the neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, and mumbles some phrases - best way to kiss.

erwin calls you sweetie or honey. everyone in the survey corps knows you both are dating.

no one from organizations will dare to flirt or say something rude to you: whether it's military or scout regimen. it's quite simple, they're scared to die or be eaten alive by a titan. 'y/n, honey, i just want you to know that i love you' 'i love you too, my love' before and after mission, in the morning or before you both go to sleep, during cuddle, erwin tells you a lot of i love you's

ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴋɪʀꜱᴄʜᴛᴇɪɴ

i guess jean is the kind of boyfriend who'd hold you by your waist all the time when you're at the public.

those tender and affectional quick kiss on your lips while holding your hands in his.

jean knows what he does whilst kissing you if you get what i mean; holding your waist or he runs his finger down your cheek, drawing patterns on them. in the beginning, jean was timid and uncertain about his movements, he hesitant about what he can do, what he can't. now, he determined the way he kisses his lover.

he likes to brag about you a lot. if someone from the corps is looking at you, he talks to them like that: 'are you jealous that they chose me, not you? get the fuck off them, bastard, or else i'll punch in the face'

he's kinda yandere if someone is staring at you.

if you were brat to him or you had been annoying him for some reason, he'd press you against the wall, holds your hands above your head, smirking at your face expression: he took off guard, you helpless and vulnerable. 'you had been a brat, y/n. do you want my kisses or something more? anyways, i'm here to give everything you've been craving for'

at those moments, jean being as cocky as he could be. he's dominant, controlling your movements, and impudent as fuck.

funny-unfunny jokes; compliments a lot if you feel chagrin or downtrodden. he understood you've been through some difficult problems, and living in the world when you need literally survive every day is sick. that's why jean wants to be your sun and the person who'll protect you.

he prefers to call you heartie [because you got the key to his heart] or angel. 'in the world full of ravenous titans, i want to be the one who makes you smile, heartie. take my hand in your, and let's create our world together'

ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇᴛ

armin is a sweet boy, who'd treat you like a queen.

read a book before fall asleep. you lay down on his chest, listening his calm voice, falling asleep. it's his preferred to end the day.

far beyond the wall, you are acting in unison: he protected you, you protected him. while he's thinking about a strategy you're killing titans or vice versa.

his hugs are warm and cozy. he put his palms at your back, rubbing your skin through the fabric or if you had some spicy night, pattering on your back indecipherable traces;

those dialogues with a cup of tea, when you half-muttering, in the room, that illuminated by the candles, enjoying that atmosphere.

armin loves to take a bath with you. delicately washing your skin, especially if you've got wounds or injuries. once you fell asleep whilst armin was cleaning you.

i think armin would switch. he likes being a dominant one, having right as he wants to, but he also likes when you're taking the control of his body.

armin has small palms with long fingers, milky skin. his hands always warm and delectable to the touch. in addition, armin is a touchy-feely man: he enjoys hugging or interlacing fingers.

idk why but i think armin'd like to have midnight walks on small alleys in the town, dreaming to change this place. he lives here in fear of the unknown what will be next, so armin'll do everything that he could do.

you capture his spirit, make him lose his breath when you smack your lips against his one's. those spontaneous kisses, you know.

occasionally, he gets sudden bursts of tenderness lol but hear me out: you both are doing nothing or training together when suddenly armin wants to kiss or cuddle you. it's just something tantalizing feeling he got. 'you're so beautiful right now, y/n, i want to give you a kiss' 'only now?' you smiled, receiving a shy kiss. armin blushed at your words; he doesn't mean you look unattractive yesterday or something like that. 'i'm sorry, baby, i didn't mean it, i-' 'i've got you, love, don't worry. let me give my kiss' armin gave you a thousand kisses later, as a token of his infinite love for you.

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yeap i did it. soon part 3 with tsukki-tsukki.

tomorrow i'll post a request with tsukki and do the rest with aot boys.

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Vampire Atem/Yami Alphabet Headcanons

Found this list of vamp-themes headcanons by @an-annyeoing-writer and I knew I had to do them for our favorite king-turned-spirit!

For those of you who read my Spells of Defiance series, these headcanons can be taken as 100% canon to that AU <3

A - Accident - would they turn someone to save their life?

Oof, already starting with a hard one. So, Atem is one of those vampires who hates his existence, he believes it’s a curse. However, he does still love and care for people deeply, and he knows that for many, life is sacred even if it’s a cursed life. I think in a moment of weakness, especially in his earlier years as a vampire, he might turn someone just because he’s desperate not to lose them, only to regret his decision later, especially if that someone is like him and hates what they’ve become. We all make mistakes, right?

B - Bite - how do they bite? Sensually, aggressively? Do they make it hurt or try to be gentle?

Atem is extremely gentle when he feeds off of people, always careful not to bite too deep or tear the skin more than needed, he even holds you and tries to soothe you with gentle strokes of his hands. Now, whether he tries to make it “sensual” or at all sexual...that’s a complicated topic. While Atem is almost always disgusted with himself when/while he feeds, he does recognize that there is a level of intimacy and even romance that can be connected with drinking blood, so sometimes he can be persuaded to make it a more sensual thing if you’re his lover. 

C - Control - do they take advantage of their powers?

That depends on who’s in the equation. I can see Atem using his new powers in order to bring justice to those he sees as wrong doers (like his season 0/early manga-self) as a way to make his vampire abilities useful, so from that angle he would “take advantage” of his powers. He might even get some small gratification in using his strength and speed to hunt down evil people, them cowering in fear is retribution for their wrong-doings, but even that’s not too over the top. Other than that, no, he doesn’t really use his powers for advantages over others.

D - Dangerous - how scary they can get? How bad things can they do? What’s their ethics?

So, while Atem does have a very strong moral code, Atem also has a temper, and said temper might be harder to control when he’s a vampire. Even when he’s not growling in anger, he can have this cold glare that could make bikers squeamish. There are moments, especially when he was a younger vampire, where he loses his temper and can get pretty scary. If you’re his loved one don’t worry too much, he would never lose control enough to hurt you, even though his yelling (and maybe throwing a thing or two) is pretty scary on it’s own. If you’re someone he sees a vermin though watch out, when he gets scary you’re probably going to end up dead or wishing you were dead.

E - Exchange - do they opt for blood bags or animal blood, if possible?

He opts for animal blood as often as he can. Sometimes he’ll hunt said animals himself but even that is a little too violent for his liking (Atem is a softie okay?!) so if he can go to a local butcher and get animal blood from them he’ll do it that way. He’s not fond of blood bags because A) they’re harder to acquire and B) having human blood in a cold plastic bag just makes him long for warm human blood and skin under his teeth more. Sure animal blood isn’t as sustaining for him, but Atem spent decades (maybe even centuries) figuring out how much animal blood he needs to consume in order to keep his blood lust under control so he’ll choose that over harming an innocent human.

Also, side note, if you live with him I hope you don’t have a sensitive sense of smell, because he heats up the blood on the stove to make it taste better and it can make the house stinky lol

F - First bite - on what occasion would they bite you for the first time?

Oooh that’s a good one. Like I said Atem has a very complicated relationship with feeding from his loved ones, especially his s/o, and he’s never going to ask you for your blood. So I’d say that not only would you have to offer your blood to him, but he would have to be out of other feeding options at the time. He knows that once he reaches a certain point of hunger he loses control and might kill you in a hunger-induced blood rage, so if drinking from you now, before he gets to that point, prevents that danger, he’d be willing to. Like I said above, Atem would be very gentle with you on that occasion, holding you close and stroking the skin around the bite mark to soothe any pain, and when he’s done he’d kiss the wound and the sore skin around it as amends.

The only other “first bite” scenario I can think of is if you spend months convincing him that you don’t mind (or even like) the occasional bite and finally convince him to drink your blood during an intimate moment, and again he’s very gentle and mindful of not hurting you.

G - Growl - are they more on the “civilized” side or do they enjoy hunting their prey down?

A bit of both, I guess? Since he tries not to drink from humans he’s more civilized in that way, but like I said before he does “hunt” evil people like an avenging dark angel, which he may get some small form of enjoyment from, so... 

H - Hate - how do they feel about their kind? About themselves?

It’s honestly pretty depressing how much self-loathing Atem harbors. He genuinely thinks he’s an abomination. It doesn’t help that in all his centuries of living, he’s met very few vampires who’re “good” like him. He’s also someone who’s on a high horse and if he met a vamp who didn’t kill human’s but also wasn’t self loathing like him, he’d look down on said vampire. I’m warning you now if you fall in love with him, his self-hatred is very upsetting and can be hard to deal with.

I - Intimacy - how fast would they let you close to them? Would they want to share with you what they are?

Surprisingly, I say it’s not that hard. See, even though Atem thinks he’s a monster and tries his best to stay away from people, he also craves companionship and love. Sure, he’s spent several chunks of his immortal life isolating himself in remote woods and tall mountains for decades at a time, but he always returns to humanity at some point. So if you show that you want to be close to him he’ll try to warn you or even scare you away a bit, but it won’t take too long to let you in. And yes, he’d share what he is with you if you started to get close to him, not only as a means to scare you away “before he can hurt you” but also so you know what you’re getting into by being near him.

J - Joke - would they do pranks on other people with the use of their powers?

Sometimes, yes. If he’s close to you, he’ll start to get comfortable and like teasing you, so he’ll do minor things like sneak up behind you soundlessly and jump scare you, or zoom past you to get to something before you and play keep-away. Also, he doesn’t do this one intentionally, but sometimes he’ll be sitting in a dark room, and when you walk in you just suddenly hear this voice calling out to you in the darkness, scaring the crap outta you lol

K - Key - what’s the way of making them open up to you?

Honestly just...continue to shove your friendship in his face. Like I said under “intimacy” he still craves relationships and companionship despite how much he fears hurting people. He may try to push you away at first but if you just continue to hang around him he’ll eventually stop trying to scare you away and start opening up to you little by little.

L - Life - do they wish they were human?

Absolutely. I can see Atem, ever the fixer of problems, spending the first few hundred years searching for a cure for his “condition” not just for himself but for others who view vampires the same way. He often thinks about what his life would have been if he hadn’t been turned, and daydreams about the possibility of becoming human again. 

M - Murder - would they kill someone while feeding? Have they ever done so?

Atem has killed while feeding, yes, but not voluntarily. I’m going with the general lore that vampires, when starved too long, can't control their bloodlust and Atem has killed while in that state. When he wakes with a limp, lifeless body in his arms, he’s a devastated wreck. Hurting innocent people is literally his living nightmare and the idea that his bloodlust can turn him into an animal sickens him. He would spend decades learning how much blood he needs to consume and how often, in order to keep that bloodlust from taking control.

N - Nature - do they justify their doings? Do they consider them natural?

Atem, the self-loathing martyr of a fanged prince, considering his bloodlust natural? LMAOOOO No. No he doesn’t, nor does he ever justify his actions. In fact, he uses the terrible things he’s done to justify why he shouldn’t be loved or even alive.

O - Odd - do they have any specific hobbies or habits?

Our gentle dark prince still loves games and puzzles, I think he’d like modern brain teasers that keep his mind sharp and un-ironically loves the puzzle games printed on the back of sunday newspapers, even though they aren’t hard (for him anyway). If you got close to him and showed him games he never got to play bc they’re multiplayers he’d honestly love you. He’d win most of the time, let's be honest, especially things like Clue, but his expression is just so cute and excited when you play his favorites that you’d lose 1000 times over just to see it.

P - Pain - are they sadistic? Do they enjoy what they do?

Nope. I think you all have the idea by now but Atem is one of the most self-loathing and gentle vampires you’d meet....or at least he’s gentle with you. Other vampires who hurt people for fun? Okay, I can see him being ever so slightly sadistic when dealing with creatures like that, he has no mercy for vampires who’ve embraced their monstrous curse, best you run the other way when he punishes them, else you may actually get a little frightened of him...

R - Roles - do they enjoy pretending to be normal people? How do they feel about leaving their life behind to start a new one?

I wouldn’t say that Atem pretends to be normal, in fact, the only part of his vampirism that he embraces is being an “other”, or rather, the aesthetic of being odd, something that most humans feel uneasy when confronted with. He’d see this as a good tool to keep people he may hurt away from him. He’s no stranger to stalking graveyards/cemeteries, creeping in the shadows in a way that has others scurrying past if they happen to spot him, basically anything that makes him seem creepy and makes others keep their distance. Ultimately it hurts him since he���s unexplainably lonely, but it hurts more to know he may hurt the humans he comes across. On the same note, leaving behind one life for another to avoid suspicion is a double-edged sword for him, while it reminds him how terribly lonely existence is, it’s good to keep those who might’ve grown close to him safe.

S - Scars - do they leave marks or try to make the wounds small and invisible?

If Atem feeds from someone voluntarily (as in, not in an animalistic state), he’ll do everything he can to not leave lasting marks. Leaving marks means more pain and we all know how much he hates causing pain to others. 

T - Turned - how were they turned?

In my fic, Marik turned Atem as a form of revenge, but otherwise, I could honestly see Atem being turned by any YGO villain. I say villain because him being cursed with this life by a villain (like Bakura for example, or maybe another minion of Zorc) kind of goes along with the original story’s need to punish Atem and cast him into darkness for things that ultimately weren’t his fault.

U - Universe - what’s their biggest wish that they can’t achieve as immortals?

Mostly just...being close to people without constantly worrying that he’ll hurt or kill them. I can also see Atem yeaning for the simple pleasure of growing old and dying with one's family. If he fell in love he would crave the ability to just settle down and grow old together. Hell, he’s even one of those morbid romantics who thinks couples dying within days of each other is sweet and wishes he could do that when he loses his lover to old age.

V - Vampire - would they turn you?

Man again with the hard ones! Oof, okay, so...If you asked Atem to turn you, he’d say no, reciting his monologue about how vampires are cursed vermin who shouldn’t even exist, even if you retained your humanity after the turn, he knows the deep reaches of this curse and what it will make you do, and he hates the idea of you going through what he has.

...However, much like in the very first headcanon on this list...Atem makes mistakes and has his weak moments. If your life ended unexpectedly, of you were taken from him suddenly, like attacked or in some fatal accident, he may turn you in a moment of weakness; a desperate need to cling to you taking over his better judgment. He’d hate himself after and the only way he’d ever feel okay with it, is if time proved that you retained your humanity. He would teach you how to control your blood lust so you don’t have to go through half the things he has, and only then would he be okay with what he did to you in his moment of weakness.

W - War - would they engage in fighting their own kind for the humanity’s sake?

Yes! No one even has to ask him, Atem basically thinks the only good thing he can do with his powers is to rid the world of other vampires. He’s basically an avenging angel who’ll hunt down any vampire who threatens a human.

Y - Yandere - would they become dangerous to you (their lover)?

For the most part, I’d say no. Atem is self-aware and emotionally intelligent enough to tell if he ever starts crossing lines into “unhealthy” territory, and if that ever happened, he’d literally run away. He would leave you in order to protect you, no matter how much it hurt. There may be one (literally ONE) incident where he does something to you that crosses the line, but he’d be instantly horrified and remove himself from your life, moving to the other side of the world with no means to follow him, if it meant protecting you from himself. Now the chances of this happening in the first place? Hard to say. I really don’t think Atem is unhinged or even violent enough for it to be likely, but, an argument could be made that after everything he’s gone through, Atem may start seeing you and his love for you in an obsessives, unhealthy way. Again though, even if this did happen he would realize it and run away before it can go too far.

Z - Zombie - are they on their way to losing sanity?

I don’t think so. Atem is as strong (mentally/emotionally) as they come. Maybe eventually, after millennia and millennia of constantly losing loved ones and dealing the the monster he’s become he would start losing his sanity, but that would take a long, long time. 

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oooh... taang!!! ummmm.... 100. "sit, relax, I won't bite"

I’m going slow and steady with these lol. Smh would’ve gotten more done but I had to read for comfy lmao. And I probably shouldn’t have taken a nap BUT we out here, doing the most with these prompts.

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Taang - #100 - “Sit, relax, I won’t bite.”

“C’mon, Twinkletoes. The longer you wait the worse it gets.”

“Toph, I just don’t know if I can.”

“Yes you can.”

“What if I can’t?!”

“Fuckin’ Spirits,” she muttered.

“Toph, I just—I’m sorry but I’m a little scared.” “Aang,” she said sternly. “Sit, and relax, I won’t bite.”

Aang let out a long, tired sigh as he sat down across from Toph. “You won’t bite, but she might.”

Toph groaned as she held onto baby Suyin. “She doesn’t even have teeth yet, hence the reason we need to do this. Now suck it up and get my space bracelet out of her mouth.”

“Shouldn’t I be holding her? Technically speaking she likes me more.”

“Which is exactly why I can’t,” Toph explained. “She’ll scream and bite if she just sees me.”

“But wouldn’t it be better if she likes at least one of us?” Aang asked. “Because if I take your bracelet away from her she’s gonna hate me.”

“I’m already here holding her down, and you’re already there, so let’s just do this, okay?”

Aang took a deep breath. “Okay.”

The airbender rolled his neck to crack it and readied his hands to pry the makeshift teething pacifier out of Suyin’s mouth. Toph braced Suyin in her lap by holding down her legs in one hand and her chest in the other. Aang slowly but surely moved his hands closer and closer to Suyin’s…

… Then he flaked, jerking back to explain himself. “I just think that—”

“—For crying out loud—”

“—Toph,” Aang began again. “I just think that maybe we shouldn’t bother her? Su hasn’t been this calm in a while.”

“She’s chewing on a space rock, Aang. You really want her to soothe her aching gums on a metallic rock??”

“Okay, well when you put it that way—”

“—Yeah when I put it that way it sounds pretty fuckin’ bad! Now pull the damn bracelet out of her hands!”

“Okay, okay! Fine,” he grumbled. Aang steeled his nerves, and quickly swooped in to remove the space bracelet.

And that was when the cries and wails of Su began again. She screamed and thrashed around in Toph’s arms, and was able to chomp down on one of Aang’s fingers. He immediately retreated his wounded hand, but still held onto the bracelet. Aang was now in a tug-of-war battle with his baby.

“No biting, Suyin!” Aang yelled as he gently but forcefully pulled at the bracelet.

“Put your back into it!”

“Do not patronize me,” Aang whined. When his other hand recovered, Aang went to pry Su’s fingers off the bracelet, which took way longer than expected because of her vice-like baby grip.

But then she released the bracelet and Aang felt victorious! They still had to deal with the teething baby, but they did it! The space bracelet was out of Suyin’s mouth.

She still whined and kicked and punched the air in Toph’s lap, but Toph gave Aang a triumphant smile and said, “Nice work, Twinkletoes.”

Aang smiled back at Toph, but before he could say anything, something smacked him in his temple.

“Ow! What in Spirits name was that??” He rubbed his head and looked over at Toph, who looked giddy with excitement.

“We got ourselves an earthbender, that’s what’s up, Twinkletoes!” Toph stood up and kissed the tear stained cheek of Suyin.“Now I get why you like the bracelet,” she teased.

Aang looked around the room for evidence of the earthbending feat, and found the rather large pebble that attacked him in his lap. “Oh great, another rockhead,” he playfully complained. Still, he couldn’t help but smile. They had another earthbender in the family!

Toph waved a hand at Aang as she went to the kitchen for a cold pacifier. “Don’t act like you don’t love us for it!” she yelled from the other room.

When she returned, Toph had a weepy Suyin balanced on her hip and Lin following her shadow. “Now us rockheads are going to chuck some pebbles around the yard. If you wanna join, make sure to wake up Geo from his nap.”

Aang smiled at his earthbending girls and replied, “Aye aye, Sifu.”

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[eyedivine]

one day i’m going to write about if a muse could sense a soul, or go inside one, what it would feel like to be inside renge ito’s soul. it would be like in a pure white space filled with light, the sun, the dawn, every flower and every gentle stream flowing into a great river, the whispering of the trees, the immeasurable fireflies and orbs of light that seem to embrace you.

 it would be warm, gentle, soothing. there would be no judgment. and you could take a piece of it with you, literally herself with you in your heart when you leave so that renge’s light would be a part of you. i have to write about how she has so much pitted against her in proving her worth and eventually, how she acclaims a status as one of renown so great she goes down in history (in my story, without detracting abe no seimei...she didn’t uh, serve six emperors LOL ) but just...so much to write about. 

it would feel like mercy. like love. kindness. purity. a light so tender that a wounded heart / sensitive person would feel tears. and yet she kills demons and purifies them / binds them and spirits and.... yet still has compassion for them without shirking her desire to see them gone. she isn’t unrealistically this benevolent, it’s just who she is. she’s also hardly naive, so she has negative feelings like anyone else. but she doesn’t let them rule her but they can overcome her just like anyone else. realism is always something i strive for.

but any relationship with renge you will take a vast piece of that pure white soul with you. 

[ziggyzagreus]

Active Listening

[Pairing: Charon/Hermes - Fandom: Hades (Video Game)]

[Rating: No Rating Applied]

[Important Tags: Fluff, Getting Together (Kinda), Hermes is Nervous and I love him for that]

[Fic Type: SFW Drabble]

[AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28365528 ]

[Summary: Hermes contemplates the growth of companionship between himself and his Professional Business Associate.]

[Note: This was inspired by replies to a post by @deathonholiday where people were just basically sharing their Charon/Hermes headcanons soooo here we go, lol.]

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Hermes did not know at which point he started being able to understand Charon. Or rather, when something had shifted significantly enough for his own mind to slow down adequately for the boatman to worm his way inside, for that somehow soothing voice contrary to the audible sound it had to sound in the Olympian god’s mind and respond to his own ramblings. It certainly had taken a long time, for the messenger additionally could not recall hearing the low drawls of Charon’s scraping voice for the first while of their association.

A shift in character, perhaps it had taken, or something much more interpersonal, between the two of them rather than Hermes’ attention alone.

At the start of it all, quick trips down to the Underworld often left Hermes more wound up than usual, a strange unease always settling over him when things got darker and more claustrophobic. Sometimes the upper regions were quite alright, nice even, but despite the expanse of Elysium and all its chill air, there was a sense of unwelcome that made Hermes’ pulse antsy. A pressure, like the feeling of watchful eyes on his back – even if it were just innocent shades, Hermes felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing up practically the entire trip down. So, he’d search for the boatman, quite literally dashing in to dump his wares and the soul identifications on the polished albeit ancient boat, prattle off on their uses and what messages to be delivered, and be on his way.

Charon would always watch him as well, burning violet gaze just visible under the brim of his wide boater hat, and Hermes would use an old salesmanship trick – staring right at the bridge of the nose, well, should the individual possess one, which Charon did not – to finish his delivery in record time. Charon would nod, weight leaning heavily on the oar, and that same searing gaze would bore into the back of the Olympian as he darted off to leave this wretched place behind.

Those hollow eyes, teeming with a deep energy, were always on him, and initially they had carried that same feeling of watchful unease that Hermes shivered off once finding his way back home.

Then, it came that Charon would begin meeting Hermes closer and closer to the surface; how the boatman came to expect his arrival was unbeknownst to the messenger god, but he appreciated the gesture all the same. It was as if Charon could tell how jumpy Hermes got, the way he couldn’t even hover still and the slight tremor to his rapid speech. The boatman awaited his arrival closer to the surface, and in his company, Hermes found himself speaking more, the tiniest bit more slowly, and biding their time. The more at ease he became, the easier it was to fall to his dispositional pattern of chatter.

Hermes filled most silences. In Olympus he was well known for it, rather rudely to be perfectly square, and especially now when the only companion in this dreary place seemed to have no words of his own. Figuring he was mute, with little to no intention to speak, Hermes had no issue prattling on about anything and everything.

Eventually, Hermes felt sorry, too, for being so fleeting in the past; and now, he allowed the realization of a sort of warm safety from being in the presence of the Chthonic minor god, aware that nothing dare cross the planks of his Narrowboat lest they be lost shades with little will stored in their spirits. Nothing could truly come to harm Hermes down here, and so, relaxation came to follow with the pleasure of Charon’s company.

Of course, though, as time went on, he wondered if the boatman even understood a word he spoke while they were together.

He received nods, and Charon followed directions, but that seemed to be the extent of it all. He never uttered even a sound in return, and while Hermes was often the one to interrupt things, a strange thought occurred that he himself wished to be interrupted, if only for once. Prompting place for it, asking questions, and waiting a beat for a response all seemed futile. Plus, Hermes himself often answered the question allowed, or rushed off to speak before he could stop himself.

And so, it came to pass in such a shock when one day, Charon spoke.

Hermes adjusted the strap of his bag, keeping what wares inside from tumbling out, and skidded to a halt at the ledge in Elysium where Charon often arrived to pick him up and spare him from a solitary trek down through Asphodel or Tartarus.

To the god’s surprise, the boat was already there at a standstill, its proprietor waiting to the side calmly, dark aura instead the most welcoming feature of the Underworld as far as Hermes was concerned. One of Charon’s arms crossed his chest, slender hand hidden within the folds of billowing robes, and that same penetrating violet gaze fixated as if he knew precisely where the god would appear.

Hermes opened his mouth to speak, a grin tugging at his lips, already sucking in a breath for the tumultuous expulsion of words sure to come: stories of where he’d been and the functions of the goods he had to deliver to his dear associate. But the words fell flat when Charon instead drew his hand out into view, a palm-sized bottle of golden nectar held delicately in his grasp.

“Charon, chap, is this…? Erm, well, of course I know what it is, but are you gifting this to me?”

And for the first time, Charon spoke. He had a voice like no other; and while to many that would be derogatory, speaking volumes of negativity towards the scratching, garbled whispers like a foul blizzard wind or the gargling of shards of something broken – to Hermes, it sounded simply, cozy and clear in his mind. It sounded as much the comfort and safety he felt in the boatman’s presence, and that was… Striking.

“Indeed, something simple, but a gift for you, nonetheless. Should you desire to take it.”

Hermes’ mind felt fuzzy, something blooming from his chest, warm and light like the comings-on of the wines from Dionysus’ feasts, but this was delightful. A new, exciting thrill shot through the messenger and caused his feathered heels to lift an additional foot or so off the ground where he hovered. He stared, at a loss for words, at the nectar in Charon’s hand.

“How can I hear you so clearly?” He instead asked, words dumping out slowly, at least for the pace of the quick-tongued god.

“You at long last cared to listen. Perhaps you are comfortable… in my presence. Take it, I insist, good Hermes.”

Without further hesitation, Hermes reached for the nectar and held the delicate glass close, admiring the subtle craftsmanship forged likely from fires here in hell itself. “I… thank you. I – oh, I didn’t exactly bring anything special for you, nothing aside from the usual wares and the few soul identifications but – oh, next time, next time I will, alright Charon? We are business partners for sure, there’s no doubt about that now, alright? Considering you’ve put up with me for this long, and you’ve followed everything I’ve said! Why, you’ve understood it all, haven’t you? I am terribly sorry for doubting so, I suppose I should have – I should have listened closer last time…”

“You are forgiven, for neither of us were ready. Now, shall we depart?” Charon gestured to the boat that awaited them.

A jolt of glee shot through Hermes, and for the first time since his work began, an excitement to venture into the Underworld met him. It was startling, surely, for when the fear had dissipated as companionship with Charon grew, for once… Well, this would be rather enjoyable.

“Certainly! Let’s get right to it, friend! And do I have stories to tell you, now there was this incident that I faced up on the surface when acquiring the name of that fellow right there…”

[cultureaddictconfessions]

Read Me - Chanyeol x Reader

(I’ve never done a fic about a real person, so it feels a lil’ weird, but this very cute tree baby has absorbed all of my attention, so I wrote this little scene with him. I swear his laughing alone could cure my depression lol Anyhoo~ as always, Y/N=your name. I would love love love it if you enjoy the oneshot to let me know! Hopefully I’ve portrayed PCY in as realistic a way as possible [without knowing him personally and only watching videos, obvs.] I’m thinking of doing a long fic, maybe a CYO with all the members, like I usually do haha EXOXO, Bri)

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“Aishh! Wae wae wae…?”

You slanted your eyes up at the other side of the couch, your attention drawn away from the tablet resting in one hand. You placed your mug of tea down on the glass coffee table nearby, plush blanket slipping a little down your thighs. You leaned forward, elbows pressing against your knees, tablet discarded against the cushions. You spider-walked your fingers up your companion’s arm to get his attention, fingers catching on the bumpy texture of his big, cozy sweater. He turned his head in your direction, eyes wide and pillow lips shaped into a pout that would outdo a child’s. You had to stifle a laugh.

 “Did something bad happen to Yumi?” You sucked in your lips to hide a grin. He nodded vigorously, one hand clenched around his mobile while his fingernails lazily tickled across your legs—they were draped across his lap, after all. You reached forward to stop him, and his eyes popped again like he’d been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. His sheepish, apologetic smile melted you instantly. You scooted closer to him, running a hand up the back of his neck into his hair. His eyes closed at your touch.

“Babi is being frustrating again. I wish he could have courage to act on his interest in her. They are great for each other!” The pout returned, more petulant than ever. Giggles finally poured out of your mouth and you leaned against his shoulder as you felt the pang hit your stomach. When you were finally able to look at him again, you were still grinning.

 “But Yeolie, think about how much trouble you had asking me out! You’re the idol king of charm! Imagine how hard it must be for an awkward co-worker like him!”

“Aishh, don’t start with me, mean princess! Totally different situations!” He stuck out his tongue in protest. Your head fell back as more laughter bounced you in your seat. Even though he was clearly trying to feign offense, there was a starry twinkle of fondness in your boyfriend’s eyes as he watched your expression of amusement. He reached out and grabbed you by the chin, which halted your giggle fit. You looked at him sternly.

 “You know I don’t like when you call me that. I’m only teasing.” A blush sprinkled across your cheeks. He tugged you forward and pressed his soft mouth against your forehead, which only made you grow redder. His face drifted down until your foreheads were resting against each other. His warm breath fanned out over your face, rustling your eyelashes and your pulse. You opened your eyes and found his looking deep into your soul. It was kind of intense, like he was reading your thoughts that way. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and he returned it more brightly than the sun. He leaned back a little, still within breathing distance, forefinger tracing your collarbone tenderly. The smile faded back into the childish expression from before.

“I know. It’s just your nature to poke fun at me. You’re not mean princess anymore,” he closed his eyes again for a moment, nose wrinkling slightly at old thoughts, “Just my princess. I’m lucky. Mianhae.” He took your hand that was resting against him and kissed the inside of your wrist in sincere apology. Your heart thumped so loudly you could’ve sworn he’d hear it. You leaned forward and nuzzled your face into his neck; even sitting down he was taller than you, with a perfect long trunk to snuggle into. His arm slid from the top of the couch around your back, rubbing in a soothing rhythm.

 “Well, this princess is lucky to have a prince like you, and don’t you forget it. We roast each other all the time anyway. That’s our thing. What did you promise me?” A beat.

“We should always laugh together as much as possible. I remember, baby.” His fingers tangled in your hair and you smiled wide against his skin. He really was something else.

 “I hope I can always make you laugh, Chanyeol…the way you do for me. This probably sounds cheesy, but when I see you laughing, I feel like you’re not just some perfect being, from EXO planet, of course. You’re a real guy with real emotions and you find joy in things just like the rest of us regular folk. And your laughter is boundless! It seems like you could laugh for days without stopping and not be tired. I love it.” You chuckled through your nose, the image of Chanyeol rocking back and forth overtaken with laughter filling your headspace.

You felt your head tilt back again as he gently pulled on your hair to reorient your face to him. You blinked owlishly, lids sliding down halfway. His pout sank against yours, erasing anything from your thoughts and rooting you firmly in the moment. Your chest pressed against his side and his firm grip around your waist dragged you fully into his lap. His lips worked over yours at every angle while you wound your arms around his neck. After a few moments, his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck before his chin came to rest on your shoulder. You glanced down at him, a little disappointed that he’d stopped.

A little smirk curled up his lips, portending a quip or something similar.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be distracting me on Webtoon Wednesday, neh?”

 “Me?! You’re the one who interrupted Amy’s dramatic exchange with her mom with your whining! Listen… I’ll show you a distraction, Park Seongnim!” You grumbled before rotating slightly in his lap and tackling him down against the sofa in one swift movement. You reached for the hands clasping you and drew them up, pinning them above his head. The surprise in his eyes dissolved into a look of lust. Noticing your tablet was slipping into the crack of the couch, you snatched it up with one hand and put it next to your forgotten mug. Turning back to Chanyeol, you slowly lowered your face to meet his. Spirit Fingers could wait. You were going to enjoy your real-life webtoon for a bit.

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(That’s the end! I was having so much trouble thinking of what nickname for the reader to call PCY. I watched this BTS of Chanyeol’s fragrance photoshoot for W Magazine where he’s obsessively reading Yumi’s Cells the whole time and, since I am also an avid purveyor of webtoons, I wanted to make up a scenario where he and his reader S.O. spend afternoons off from their busy schedule catching up on their reading together. Sometimes I like cute little fluffy moments that are more mundane haha Have you read any Webtoons? Sound off with your faves in the comments so I can add them to my queue!

[merakiui]

Day Team Slumber Party

(I wrote this on a whim based off of Ethan saying he’ll get nightmares if there’s too much on his mind and if he forces himself to rest, and June suggesting that everyone should sleep together to solve the problem. lol There’s no point in this, but I want to think it’s an enjoyable read. Now I’ll get back to working on everyone’s requests!)

It’s Louis who complains about the not-so-perfect sleep he had the other night. His fellow teammates look at him, and it’s June who asks for an elaboration. Ethan wishes he wouldn’t, and Theo can only force a small smile while he takes extreme interest in his chopsticks.

“What could be giving you trouble, my brother?” June practically shouts, slamming his drink on the table. “Are you suffering from any nightmares? Is it a vengeful spirit? Tell me and I’ll make sure no one gives you trouble! We’re brothers for a reason!”

Louis, having been given an opportunity, feigns a forlorn expression, holding a gloved hand over his chest. “Your overwhelming kindness is but a mere balm to soothe my pain! Surely you understand the horrid imperfections an improper sleep brings.” He sighs, wiping a faux tear from the corner of his eye. “If this continues any longer, my beautiful skin shall be tarnished! The mirrors may crack if I walk past, and I simply cannot let that happen.”

“Ah.” It slips from Theo without his meaning to, and he figures a small explanation won’t hurt. “Louis, I’m sure you’ll sleep better if you stop worrying.”

“Worry? ‘Tis a silly implication, my handsome Theo! Alas, what shall I do if I’m not as beautiful as the sun? Which, if you haven’t noticed, must shine brighter than everything else!”

“Well, you are the sun, aren’t you?” He means it as a joke, but he knows better than to assume Louis will laugh.

June grins. “I agree with brother Theo! It is just as he says. We must fix this problem of yours so that you can continue to shine as bright as the afternoon sun. That’s what our team represents, isn’t it, my brothers?!”

Ethan rolls his heterochromatic eyes. Though these types of shenanigans are a common happening within the Day Team, it doesn’t do anything to dispel his annoyed state. “We really shouldn’t be enabling such a narcissistic fool. Don’t you have anything better to do than to weep about something so insignificant?”

“How can you say that, brother Ethan? A good rest leads to a healthy mindset!”

“And a lovely lifestyle,” Louis adds, posing dramatically before the three Reapers.

“Why don’t you drink something that’s bound to make you fall asleep? Chamomile is known to treat insomnia, so I could brew you a cup if you’d like.”

“A perfect prince such as myself would never fall victim to that disease you call insomnia!”

It was worth a shot, Theo thinks, deflating. I’m afraid there’s no getting through to him.

“I doubt you’d know what a disease is,” Ethan says, crossing his arms. “You’re quite the disease yourself.”

“Your words wound my already fractured heart!” Louis slumps against the table, woefully sighing. “How cruel of you.”

“Insults won’t fix anything either. Maybe you’re reading too much into this. Everyone’s had their fair share of sleepless nights. You’re no different, Louis. The problem might lie in the fact that you’ve been sleeping in an uncomfortable position, or you’ve had too many heavy thoughts. Whatever it may be, I’m sure you’ll be able to overcome it in no time,” Theo says, shifting so he’s slightly in between Ethan and Louis. “You just need to fix your sleeping habits.”

“That’s it!” June jumps up from his seat. “The answer to your problem is simple! We’ll spend a night together!”

“Excuse me?” Ethan raises a brow.

“Um...” Theo trails on his words. “I don’t think that’s—”

“A marvelous idea! Truly spectacular, my dear June.” Louis applauds him, all traces of sadness gone from his face. “Please tell me more.”

“I’ve heard about it from the manager. They used to participate in a tradition where their closest friends came together for an evening of fun! Something called a slumber party.”

“That sounds too noisy. I’m not going to lose sleep because someone can’t seem to turn away from his own reflection at night.”

“Ethan’s got a point. Aren’t parties a bit too exciting for a time when we should be asleep? Won’t the manager be upset if we’re too tired to work the following day?”

“Nonsense! The manager should join us! They’ll get a chance to see the flawless Prince Louis in his silken night clothes. ‘Tis a sight to behold. Manager may go blind from how perfect I am, even in the late hours of the night.”

“If the manager’s going to be there...” Theo’s cheeks redden at the prospect of spending time with the manager outside of work hours. “I guess it wouldn’t be all that bad.”

“Brothers!” June gathers everyone’s attention, which isn’t a difficult task because he’s practically got the entire cafeteria watching him. “Have you forgotten about brother Louis? We must help him get a good night’s sleep! Therefore we’ll try this slumber party the manager mentioned, and it’ll restore his well-being!”

“I’m declining, so don’t ask again.” 

“I’d rather sleep by myself, if I’m being honest.”

“A little company never hurt anyone.”

“We have to stick together in times like these. When one of us falls, the others should be there to help him up! That’s why we’re brothers!”

There’s not much of an argument here, and it’s not like either of them will give up—or listen to logic for that matter. Besides, a slumber party—whatever that may entail—can’t be entirely bad, right? Theo’s willing to give it a try if it means hanging out with June more, but Ethan refuses to even accept the idea. He thinks it’s a waste of time that’ll only make the issue worse. And he can’t be blamed for his thoughts, no matter how cold they may be. 

If only any of them knew the true purpose of a slumber party.

-----

“All right! Everything has been prepared. The futons are laid out, tea has been brewed, and we’re dressed appropriately. Let us commence our first slumber party, brothers!” June laughs energetically, pumping a fist in the air.

“Sure.” Theo already regrets agreeing. The manager is absent, and somehow Ethan’s managed to join. “I’m glad everyone’s here.”

Ethan scoffs under his breath. “What’s the point in trying to sleep alone now? I’ll just hear you from outside my door.”

“What are we supposed to do, though? I’m a little confused.”

“Good question! Allow me to enlighten you.” Louis is holding a rose between his fingers as he speaks, twirling it as though it were a lock of hair. “You are to sleep wonderfully with the deepest of dreams! Naturally, that shouldn’t be a problem for us. After all, it’s called a slumber party for a reason. With this, I’ll finally be able to catch up on all of that precious beauty rest I missed.”

“Oh. We’re just supposed to sleep, then?”

“Precisely.”

Theo turns to June for confirmation, who says, “We’ll do all sorts of things to tire ourselves out so that we can sleep without fail!”

“That sounds fun, but I’m already tired. I’ll just finish my tea before heading to bed.”

Ethan nods, agreeing with Theo’s easy escape method. “I suppose I’ll do the same.”

“That’s hardly enjoyable,” Louis states, admiring the flower’s vibrant petals while letting out his signature laugh. “Doesn’t this color match Ethan’s charming hair? Perhaps he was born amongst the rose bushes to have gained such a blessed hue!”

“You talk too much.” 

“And you hardly talk at all! We should enjoy this night to its fullest potential. I propose we admire my beauty for the rest of the evening! My face will surely lull you to sleep, as will my splendid voice. Consider yourselves lucky! I’ll sing a lullaby for you, my sleepless friends.”

Louis makes a motion to begin singing, and he’s promptly cut off when a pillow is thrown at him, hitting him square in the face. On the other end is Ethan, whose brow lowers in a fierce glare. The perfect prince is shocked, mouth slightly agape at the audacity of his fellow teammate.

“My face!” he exclaims, bolting upright to get to the nearest reflective surface. 

June lets out another laugh, grabbing the pillow and testing its softness. “Excellent aim, brother Ethan! This seems like a worthwhile game. Catch, brother Theo!” 

Theo has just enough time to set his teacup down before the pillow makes contact with his chest. “Junee, I wasn’t ready!” There’s a hint of a smile on his features. “Louis, your face is fine. This pillow couldn’t hurt even a vengeful spirit.”

“How can you be so sure? Check the material! Anything could be a hazard to my endless perfection.”

June stands up to drag Louis back, an arm slung around him. “Fear not, brother! You’re glowing!”

“If you say so, then it must be true. You have an eye for perfection, June!” He swoops down to grab another pillow, eyeing it with a hint of mild distrust. “This should tire us out thoroughly!” 

The three Reapers toss pillows back and forth with the objective of hitting one another. Catching seems to be thrown out the window in favor of playing such a childish game. Every now and then, a pillow grazes Ethan, and despite his grumbling he ends up returning the throw, whacking June in the side. So begins a worthless contest of agility, strength, and endurance between Reapers who are far too giddy to continue this strange version of a pillow fight. 

“Isn’t this great?!” June asks when the constant barrage of pillows has slowed down. “I’m proud to spend this night with my brothers!” 

He tackles all three of them at once, which results in a pile of Day Reapers landing on the plush surfaces of their futons. Louis crows about his face once more, while Ethan sighs, more so bothered by the sudden act of affection than the actual fall itself. And Theo is just glad to have tried something new, despite the arbitrary implications of the events that led up to this moment. Nevertheless, it’s oddly fun. He’s never experienced this sort of glee before, and he’s certain the others haven’t either. For once, they’re closer than they’ve ever been, and that’s not just because they’re still on the ground in a tangle of limbs.

“This is like a new type of training! Let’s do it once more!” June is the first to get up, already gathering his own arsenal of pillows. 

In the beginning, Ethan wanted to ignore them and simply sleep like any normal person. Now he just wants to get the others to settle down. Against his better judgement, he reaches for a pillow. 

Theo chuckles, sensing where this’ll lead. Thankfully, he managed to clean everything earlier, so dust and germs won’t hold him back. “Junee, let’s do this together.”

“Nothing can stand in our way, brother!”

“I’ll be unable to forgive either of you if you leave so much as a dent on my fragile appearance! Have mercy on those who are good-looking.”

“Stop whining and get a pillow. This battle won’t be in their favor.” 

There’s an air of pride to Ethan, and rightfully so, as he’s ready to put a swift end to their antics. Just for tonight he’ll team up with the self-loving prince. He must be extra tired if he’s willing to side with him and take part in such a senseless game, but there’s nothing he can do now. He’s already committed, and he isn’t one to regret his decisions.

-----

The Day Team stands before both (Name) and Nyang Lead Manager the following morning, dead tired and yearning for a few more hours of coveted sleep. 

“We received lots of noise complaints—meow. Would you mind explaining yourselves?” Nyang hisses at the quartet, a bone-deep scowl on his furry face. 

“I’ll take care of it. You’ve got a lot of work to get to, so you shouldn’t have to stress over this,” (Name), their ultimate savior, offers kindly.

Nyang looks like he wants to protest, but he decides that they’ll execute a punishment per his orders. “Then don’t let me hear their ruckus again!” With another hiss, he exits (Name)’s office.

“So,” they say, analyzing each Reaper’s expression. Three out of four appear guilty, but they all seem groggy. “Now I know why June was asking me so many questions about slumber parties.”

“Manager, please forgive us. We’re truly sorry.” Theo attempts an explanation, but (Name) holds up their arm to silence him. 

“Are you kidding? You guys had all that fun and I wasn’t invited? We should hold a slumber party for the entire 14th Department! Then everyone can join in on the chaos.”

June overcomes his tired haze to nod enthusiastically. Theo looks like he could just faint on the spot, and Ethan is stone-faced. As usual for such an icy Reaper. 

“I’m just surprised Louis isn’t worried about his hygiene. You know, all of that beauty sleep and whatnot.”

“The light in here is simply horrendous!” Louis waltzes over to the windows, peeling the curtains aside so that he can bask in the warm light. “That’s much better.”

To everyone’s surprise, there’s no sign of sleep deprivation.

“Aren’t you lively today?” (Name) smiles, taking in Louis’s refreshed appearance.

“So you noticed! I slept like an infant in a castle of clouds. Ah, this is truly a wonderful morning. I’ve awoken, beauty sleep reclaimed, and have blessed everyone in the Department! Rejoice!”

Theo rubs his eyes, at a complete loss. “He...actually slept.”

June blinks twice, holding back a yawn. “Brother Louis truly is as radiant as the sun. So cool!”

Ethan sighs, already intent on moving forward from the previous night. “This was pointless to begin with.”

[ellana-lavellan-rp]

❝ Be still. You’re too wounded to move… ❞ (from SENTENCE STARTERS | FIRE EMBLEM : HEROES)

(( my poor ellana is always getting injured, the reckless woman. i love it lol. set sometime after they get to skyhold, after renovations are completed <3 ))

Ellana supposed she should be used to making foolish mistakes by now. It was a mistake that had gotten her the anchor in the first place - her cursed heart making her intervene when good sense had told her to stay put, let the human die - and it was a mistake not having Solas in her party as they hunted the Northern Hunter that had woken after they drained the lake in Crestwood.

Why hadn't she brought him?

She had thought they'd have no need of a healer.

Overconfidence, her Keeper had always scolded, recklessness.

Cassandra, Varric, Dorian, and her - a warrior and three ranged; she thought it would be simple, easy even, like their jaunt with the Fereldan Frostback (how her blood had soared after that victory).

Valor had sung in her hand, spirit blade of white-hot blue, and the battle had commenced. The plan had been no different to the last time; Dorian and Varric attacking from a distance, and herself and Cassandra up close.

It had all been fine... until it hadn't.

They were close to defeating it, Ellana had been able to tell; almost - one more thrust of her spirit blade upwards into its soft underbelly -

then blinding pain, everywhere, as one of it's long horns stabbed through her chest in its death thrall (why hadn't she been faster).

"Inquisitor!" She had heard Cassandra scream, and she had knew no more.

-x-

She stirred from the darkness suddenly, settling down when she heard a familiar voice soothe her.

Be still, you're too wounded to move...

"C-commander," she croaked, blue eyes cracking open to Cullen Rutherford's imposing figure across from her in the infirmary. "what-"

happened...

"Oh." She coughed briefly, throat sore, the fight returning to her quickly - chest seizing with pain. Ellana winced, looking down at the bandage that was currently wrapped around her tightly; it must have been a terrible wound to not be healed completely yet. "The others.. they're alright?"