#n that way if u see red blood or blood of a different colour on him u know it’s not his :D

[ahalliance]

finally getting around to posting @etoiles-week :] day 5: injury

[queenofallimagines]

Meet cute~

Isagi x fem Reader

A/N: Morning to all the baddies✌🏿Nothing gets you in the mood to write than starting something brand new and not working on WIPs😘 based off a rly cute TikTok I saw I think isagi would be one of the ones to meet his S/O in a super cute way

CW: black reader but not rly focused on, bad grammar it’s like 4:45 am sorry,foreigner reader, was gunna sneak in like artist reader or something but the way it’s so ambiguous is cute, Bachira the pot stirrer, he also knows Spanish a little,U-20 captain isagi?? polyglot reader, She’s afro latino, Isagi falling in love at first sight. Let me know if I missed anything!

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

"Did you see the way shidou kicked rin?” Bachira could barely breathe as memories of today’s practice filled his mind— he looked over at isagi, who was shaking his head in faux disappointment, trying to hide a smile.

“Course i did, poor rin.” Isagi chuckled, running a hand through his hair. the striker was about to add onto his sentence but the feeling of someone bumping into him distracted him. he peered over his shoulder, a small smile on his face when he saw who it was. “mm… you good?”

Looking up at him with apologetic eyes she anxiously rushes out her words.

“Ah, im Sorry!”

“It's fine, it was an accident, it happens." Isagi smiled softly, and that smile would remain on his face even as he noticed her hair. his eyes lingered on it for a moment too long, taking in the way it was pushed out of her face, the colour of it.

“Nice hair."

“Huh?” He watches as she brings a hand up to her hair reflexively fidgeting with it. “oh uh thanks. I like yours too….”

“You do? thank you, it's nothing special." He smiled still staring down at her hair. he realized he was staring and cleared his throat. After a brief moment, he spoke. Trying to clear the awkwardness.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, where are you from?" He fumbles out awkwardly internally wincing at how nervous he sounded. But he was curious as to the way she spoke. her accent sounded familiar to him, almost foreign.

“I guess but it really suits you! Shapes your face really well. And, I mean… if you’re asking where I was before Japan I’m from America.”

“Oh you think so?" Isagi's cheeks had begun to turn red, he could feel the blood rushing to his face as he smiled sheepishly Rubbing the back of his neck.

‘America? He was right, he thought. She spoke differently.’

“Ahh, you're an American, yeah? Is that why you speak funny?" He teased playfully, smiling down at her. Watching her wince a little at his words and he immediately felt embarrassment wash over him. Saying she talked weird wasn’t really polite was it? He watches as she chuckles nervously at him.

“ah, kinda? America has a lot of different accents depending on region so I’m not sure which one takes precedence when I speak Japanese. Nodding his head in relief she didn't deny it, so isagi decided to continue with his questioning.

“Okay, but what region are you from? Are you from the South?" Tilting his head slightly, his eyebrow cocked, curiousity sparking in his eyes.He tries to hide his smile as he watches her face morph into shock. Her eyes were really pretty from where he was standing…

“That easy to tell huh?”

“Yeah." Isagi snickers, he continued. "The way you speak….it's different— a lot more laidback, but not like the Tokyo-y, or Osaka accents. The American accent isn't quite heavy, but not super light either. There's no way it’s something like Texas, Florida, or California, but I'd guess somewhere in the South, closer to the South-east. Am I right?" Looking at her expectantly he can’t help but get lost in her eyes.

“….. Spot on again. I moved from Texas but I was born and raised in the east coast so sometimes I’m New York sometimes I sound more like Houston or New Orleans. Depends on the words I’m saying and how fast I’m talking.” He was actually surprised that he'd managed to guess correctly not one, but twice! With the way the corners of his lips crept upwards, he didn't realize how much he liked talking to her. As the conversation continued, he found himself smiling.

“Wow, so you're just all over the place huh, like a rainbow?" His heart fluttered hearing her giggle reach his ears. It sounded so melodious.

“yep!” Humming in thought he shoots her a smirk. “It'd be interesting to hear how you speak, like if you were super angry or something." The black haired boy teased, not realizing the flirtatious implication it could have.

“I’ve been told I talk faster and with more force so probably New York. And then I speak Spanish too so definitely that.” At the mention of her being able to speak a third language, Isagi's eyes widened. He leaned closer his curiosity growing.

“You can speak Spanish?"

“Mhm. My family is Latin American so Spanish fluency runs through my family.”

Isagi's eyes twinkled with an undeniable sparkle of curiosity. he was definitely intrigued. He’s only heard some of the players on opposing teams he’d play curse at him in Spanish but never actual full on sentences. his lips curved upwards slightly. "Can you speak it right now? If you don't mind." He watches as her eyes far around for a second before letting his again. He felt a little bad for putting her on the spot like that but not bad enough to take it back.

“Oh uh sure. Uhh” She hums for a second before clearing her throat.

“Hola, isagi y bachira. Encantado de conoceros. Los dos sois muy guapos.”

(Hi, isagi and bachira. Nice to meet you both. You are both very handsome)

Isagi's eyes widened with amazement, a look of pure joy on his face. he clapped his hands together. “That's amazing! You speak it so well!" His face flushed at the compliment.

“You know what, I have a question for you." His grin grew into a bigger, brighter smile. Her way of speaking had a certain musical quality to it. He watched her closely all the while, his eyes taking her in, and listening to the way she spoke. She'd said something about them being handsome he thinks? He looked at Bachira who'd been witnessing the conversation the entire while, he noticed his friend's eyebrows raise slightly, and a small smile come onto his lips.

‘Did she just call us handsome?’ Bachira mouthed to him. He knows Bachira definitely isn’t fluent playing in Spain and spending time around Lavinho he must’ve picked up on some. He understands it better than he does English anyway. Feeling his heart racing he looks at her without missing a beat.

"Can I try something?" His gaze didn't waver from the way her lips curved at the sides, her smile being a mere testament of her good features.Quirking an eyebrow at him she looks at him confused for a second before cautiously replying.

“Okay?”

“Say my name." Isagi said, his words laced with a soft breath. Taking half a step closer he watched her lips closely, taking in how each syllable looked as it left her lips. He heard her breath hitch as those beautiful eyes widen looking up at him.

“Yo- I mean Isagi Yoichi.”

He couldn’t help but smirk at the way she said his name. he'd told her to do so, he'd expected it, but the way she'd said his name had his heart beating out of his chest..

"Say Bachira." She chuckles smiling at him confused but obliging him anyway.

“Bachira.” Isagi's gaze remained fixated as he watched her lips form each syllable. He was enjoying this and his brain hadn't quite caught up with the fact that he was enjoying this.

“Say your own name." She smiles at him before speaking her own name. He can’t help the shiver that runs up his spine. The way the words flowed out of her mouth like honey, her tongue curling around every vowel. He would do anything to hear her talk forever if he could. The way her accent was almost hypnotic to his ears. It seemed even her name had no special effect on him.

“I have to tell you, your accent is so cute." He tilted his head slightly as he continued.

"One more thing." The stunned look on her face had him biting back a smile. That deer in headlights look was absolutely precious. It wasn’t until then did he notice the difference between them. The way she looked up at him made something inside him go absolutely wild.

“Oh. Uh thanks.”

“How about you say... isagi yoichi is an absolute cutie?" He teased playfully. He knew when saw her flustered face he had to tease her just a bit more. Like if he’s gunna try and shoot his shot he’s going to put himself at an advantage. Grinning, he was having so much fun, he forgot Bachira was watching the two of them carefully now. His eyes darting back and fourth between the two.

“Yoichi Isagi es precioso.”

The athlete felt his heart stop. He wasn't actually expecting her to do it! And so quickly without any hesitation. He was stunned into silence. His jaw had dropped and his cheeks were blazing bright. Bachira hadn't missed or misread what had just happened. He laughed quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

‘Damn.. Did that really just happen? Talk about matching energy.’

She laughing seeing his flushed face. He looked like he was trying to find words but forgot how to speak at all.

“Uh,you ok?” Isagi who was was still blushing, lifted the corners of his mouth tilted upwards in embarrassment and joy. Bachira was just barely holding back a laugh. When he found his voice he finally managed to speak after a moment.

“Y-yes. I'm very okay." Isagi's voice was still laced with embarrassment, but he continued anyway. “Can I ask you something though?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice still laced with embarrassment, but there was genuine curiosity behind it now. He tries to steady his heart as he looks at her expectantly. He watches as she looks at him surprised stuttering out her words.

“W- I- no?? Like I don’t. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Isagi nodded, his mind reeling. This day was wild already, she was flirting with him, he was flirting with her– it was really something else. He couldn't deny that the idea of her not being taken was something that gave him the confidence to continue.

"You don't?" He asked again, this time a little slower just to hear her say it. His eyebrows rose, his cheeks were hot with embarrassment, his mind began to race. Deep blue eyes remained on her, he couldn't help staring. He didn't need any other confirmation other than this. he smiled softly, trying to hide just how happy her answer made him.

“Oh, So that means there's no one who'd come and beat me up if I asked you out?" He asked her jokingly, but his voice still remained soft.

“o-oh uh no that wouldn’t happen….” Smiling wider as he caught onto the fact that she'd blushed. She was too adorable, the way her eyes were looking at everything but him. Her hands nervously pulling at her shirt. That, and her soft, smooth voice was sending him into a state of bliss.. And he was starting to get carried away. His grin grew.

“Wellll... Can I ask you something then?"

“Y-yeah?” Shyly looking up at him he noticed the tips of her ears looking red.

“Would you like to go out with me?" He had put all his cards out on the table now and was waiting in anticipation as he asked her. He could hardly believe that he'd gotten to the point of asking her this. His heart was beating out of his chest and there was something happening in his stomach. It wasn't pleasant... The nerves were eating away at him.

“Mhm….i would.” Isagi felt his breath catch in his throat as she agreed. His cheeks were heated, his palms were sweaty, his fingers were trembling. He couldn't breathe. Everything about this felt surreal, there had to be a catch. But, no. It was really happening, he really just asked her out on a date and she agreed.

“Really?" He watches intently as she rocks on the heels of her feet looking away from him. “Mhm.”

His heart was still beating out of his chest. His whole body felt tingly as his cheeks grew hotter. Her answer had taken him by surprise, it'd been a lot easier than he thought it'd be to ask her. His eyes were drawn towards her lips, they were so cute and looked so soft…

Just before he could say anything though, Bachira coughed.

"Isagi?"

Jolting she glances over at him flushing in embarrassment forgetting he was there. She’d completely put all her focus on the boy flirting with her. Bachira looked more like an amused observer, his lips curled up into a small smile. Isagi was flustered to have been caught staring, he snapped out of his thoughts to glance over at him. He felt his face grow even more hot.

“W-what?"

He felt a wave of embarrassment slack him in the face as his friend’s laughter rang out. he'd been enjoying watching what was going on behind the scenes. Bachira's teasing was usually directed towards Isagi, who was easy to tease. So, seeing him be the one getting teased for once and being affected this much by was entertaining.

"You're all red, man.." Bachira teased, the corners of his lips remained curled upwards.He whips his head around to hear the girl snickering at him, hand over her mouth.

“Shut up." Isagi tried his best to sound annoyed, but his voice came out sounding flustered. He was very flustered, he was still red like a tomato. His mind couldn't seem to come up with anything else.. The only thing his body was focused on was her. Her pretty face, her soft voice, her sweet smile, her laugh…. Flinching he felt her grab his hand and he froze.

“Here.”

His heart skipped a beat as she grabbed his hand and held it firmly. He couldn't help, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. Was she really holding his hand? Her touch was so soft... her grip was gentle, yet firm.. He found himself trying not to close his eyes in that brief moment. She steps closer to him turning to hold her hand in front of him. He was hoping she couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest as her back pressed up against his chest. He feels frozen where he stands as she writes her name and number across his wrist.

“How about you can decide after you win your next game yeah? I’ll be watching so don’t disappoint me.”

His eyes remained on her as she wrote her number down on his wrist, their thumbs grazing together and sliding together for a brief moment. The feel of her grip on his wrist had Isagi's body tingling and his mind racing. He was taken aback by her gesture, but his mind was only focused on one thing right now. She wanted to watch him? She'd be there... watching him? Isagi couldn't help, he grinned, his pulse was rising. Once she finished she moved away from him letting his wrist fall. Capping the pen she held she tapped the end on his nose smiling at him.

“Don’t disappoint me now pretty.” Isagi was startled by her words. For the first time in his life, he was called pretty. His cheeks went red and that one word alone caused his entire world to stop moving around him, he felt so warm.

“I don't plan on it. You'll see, I'll be impressive." He said, his tone was much more confident than he'd meant to sound. She rolled her eyes at him letting a huff leave her lips.

“I’ll definitely hold you to that Mr egoist.”

“Oh?" Smirking he was aware that she was teasing him.He chuckled as it was his turn. “You have no idea..I'm gonna do my damn best to go all out in the game and win." He was already confident. His ego was growing, but he didn't mind that. He had every right to be confident with the skills that he had. His cocky smile remained on his lips.

“I expect to see you there?" He watches as she swallows hard looking up at him. She felt her face heat up at the look of determination in his eyes.

“y-yeah definitely. I’ll keep my eyes on you the whole time….”

Now isagi could feel the adrenaline running through veins. This was all so new to him, the way she was acting so flirty, the way her eyes were on him and her cheeks were flushed just by his look.. The way she was talking right now was making his whole world spin again. Smiling he was enjoying the feel of all those butterflies. He let go of her hand finally and he looked away for a second.

“Okay, then. I guess I'll see you there." He finally said as he turned to leave. Clutching his jacket in hopes to stop his heard from beating so loudly in his ears. He was on cloud 9 and he couldn’t even process this moment being real.

“Yeah… bye yoichi. See you there.” Isagi waved at her, turning to exit. He felt her eyes still lingering on him as he went. His mind was filled with so many thoughts right now. He couldn't believe that he'd done that, he couldn't believe that it had happened... But, it did happen. He had got a date. He had a date with the prettiest girl he'd ever met. That didn't seem real, and he couldn't be happier about it. As he left the gym, Bachira was waiting for him with a smug look on his face.

“You got a date?" Bachira asked, watching him as he approached. Isagi's cheeks were glowing bright red, his grin was infectious. "Shut-up." Isagi snapped back, clearly feeling flustered still. His hands were trembling ever so slightly and he was aware that it was all over his facial expressiosn. He attempted to hide his emotions but to no avail, he was just too excited for his own good.

“Awwwww Come on, you can't lie! I can see it all over you, your face is bright red and your lips got this dumb grin on em. You're down bad when you're flustered, and the way she was looking at you? Yeah, you got a date." Bachira said excitedly as he watched his friend trying his best to hide his emotions.

“Shut. up." He said, a hint of frustration in his voice. Isagi didn't want to acknowledge that his friend was right, but he had a point. He was right. Isagi could still feel her hand on his wrist. He felt like he could still feel her breath on his skin. His cheeks were red, his hands were shaking. All because this damn date.

[rainnmaybank]

Maybe We’re Not So Different pt.3

[part 1] [part 2]

Vance Hopper x fem!reader

all characters aged up, high school, see pinned for reasoning/explanation

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S L O W B U R N I N G

words: 2611

warnings: strong language, drug use(cigarettes) ooc vance, vance being vance, angst, subtle fluff, mentions of: (bruises, blood, fights, hitting), heartbreak

Autumn was hot on their heels, beat up pairs of docs pulled from the depths of a closet, the leaves slowly turning bright shades of red orange and yellow. Days where shorter and nights got colder.

y/n often found herself walking through the paths of the forest when the leaves started changing colours. Something about the way the wind felt, how the earth smelt, made her feel safe.

Mud built up around the soles of her boots, her hair slicked down dripping with the tears falling from the clouds.

Finney walked alongside y/n, he rambled on and on about something to do with school and his friends. Y/n’s mind wandered away from whatever it was he was speaking about.

She’d been doing that at lot recently. Often wondering how she’d gotten herself into her current situation. How she managed to keep it a secret from her friends that she was also friends with vance.

Most of them didn’t like him, y/n understood where they were coming from, he wasn’t exactly the most likeable person. Not if you didn’t know him at least. Then again, she didn’t really know him either.

Bits and piece of each other where shared, but never a full story, not a full conversation. She thought hard about it, where they really connected or did she tell herself that to justify how often he steeped through her mind.

Finney must have realized she wasn’t paying attention, lost in her own world snapping back she he shook her body. “Hello? Are you even listening?”

She hummed “of course i’m listening” Finn raised his brow “right, then what am i talking about?” y/n had no idea “helping Robin with math?” finney shook his head “no, not even close.”

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Lips chapped, she didn’t know if it was from the cold weather or the constant bite of anxiety. Vance hadn’t met her at the park in a while.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t checked for him, she was still at the park every night. it was lonely without him there. she hated it.

y/n sat on her bed picking the skin from her lip, remembering he had given her a note with his number on it in case she ever had an ‘emergency’, really just if she wasn’t going to be at the park one night.

quickly she sat up digging through the drawer on her nightstand going through ever note till she found it. it was late, really late, almost two in the morning.

sitting at her desk y/n hesitated with her hand hovering over the dial numbers on the phone. figuring the worst that could happen was nobody answering, so she called.

the phone rang three times before it was picked up, it was silent. y/n stuttered over her own breath, her voice was shaky and soft when she broke the silence. “Vance?” hearing a sigh from the other side her fingers found their way to her lip again.

“y/n?” his voice rang gently through the phone, she took a deep breath falling back into her chair “hi Vance…” he sighed “why are you calling so late?” she couldn’t decipher the tone in his voice. “where have you been?” hands trembling, itching at anything they could make contact with. he paused.

“i don’t know…” her brows pushed together “will you meet me tonight?” he paused again, sighing before he answered “meet me in ten” the line went dead.

y/n shook to the core as she got herself ready, palms sweating her heart raced. questioning what she had done, why he stopped coming, was he mad at her?

the questions and doubts in her mind never silenced.

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the air around them sat heavy, stilled. his energy filled the space, anxiety crept through y/n’s body. still she followed their usual routine.

silence felt heavy and unwelcoming, maybe it was a mistake to ask him to come. y/n watched him. vance didn’t look how he usually did, his face was hard, like anything would set him off in a split second.

“why’d you stop coming?” she spoke gently, trying not to say the wrong things. “i was busy, i couldn’t-i didn’t want to” his voice was cold glancing towards her.

y/n gulped back her emotions before they had a chance to show, nodding her head. “you could have told me”

“why would i do that?” she didn’t really have an answer, he didn’t need to tell her. “woulda been nice to know you weren’t coming” vance stood from his seat looking down at her “you’re so fucking needy sometimes”

she was taken back by his words “what the fuck does that mean?” her anxious stomach stopped swirling “are you an idiot? you’re so god fucking annoying” he didn’t mean that.

y/n raised from her seat, head still tilted to face him. “where’s that coming from? we don’t even fucking talk” confused, she couldn’t decide if she was mad at his words or sad something so comforting was slipping from her grip.

“are you listening? i don’t want to see you anymore, do understand y/n? i don’t like you” his last sentence hurt them both, he regretted saying that instantly. “fucking great, amazing actually. absolutely fucking perfect vance”

there it was again, the feeling in his gut when you said his name. “what the fuck are you going on about?” his jaw clenched faking his annoyance keeping his mask on.

without thinking, y/n’s lips moved faster then her conscience could keep up “i love you idiot” eyes widening once she realized what she’d just done.

vance felt his hands go clammy, his heart skipped beats. “yeah well, i don’t” he walked away taking a deep breath leaving her there, in their space, their memories. he hurt her and he knew it. what she didn’t know was how much it hurt him too.

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it wasn’t that vance didn’t feel strongly for the y/h/c girl, he did and god it drove him nuts. he hated it, he wanted her, to love her in any way he could. she was sat in the centre of his world.

watching what his parents called love is what scared him away from it, a father who couldn’t keep angered drunk hands to himself and a mother who did anything she could to keep herself safe.

that wasn’t storybook love in the slightest but it was the only example of it he’d ever known. he didn’t want y/n to fear him. he didn’t want to look down and see tears in her eyes when he got close to her, when he touched her.

the thought of love was cold to him. cold and wet and horrid.

vance wanted nothing more then to lace his fingers with y/ns. listen to her voice, the way she spoke about things always made him look at them differently.

y/n challenged him to see things from her perspective, not to hate things just because he can.

since she’d spoken of the rain that one night, he loved it, how it felt on his skin, the way it made the world smell.

she changed the way he viewed things, simple things. small things. she made him find sparks of joy in the little things around him. so maybe she could change how he viewed love.

the more he thought about it the more he realized she already had. he loved her the way she loved the rain, cherry tea, and poetry books.

she was poetic and sweet, she cared about his interests, she wrote notes that made his heart swell; she shined like the moon in his darkest hours.

he loved her hard.

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september faded away quickly, the ache in her bones stayed. y/n’s heart still hurt, she passed by the park every night hoping she’d see him there but she never did.

y/n picked up a job in the local café to help keep her mind busy, autumn was the busy season so she often had no chance to think of him.

she enjoyed it, seeing the happy faces when people got their drinks or special treats. the free drinks she got well working where a plus too.

they closed earlier on saturdays, so like any other saturday y/n put the chairs on the tables and cleaned the floors.

she noticed a small paper neatly folded placed under a dirty cup ‘y/n’ , she knew that handwriting well, slightly messy but smoothed together, that was vance.

her heart thumped in her chest, picking up the note her hands shook slowly unfolding the edges of her paper.

“meet me tomorrow, the creek by the train tracks, 12 -Vance”

questions filled her head once again, wondering what it was about, what he wanted. she was hurt, deeply at that.

she spent the night think about what she’d say, if she’d say anything. she needed an explanation or some kind of closer at that, she she’d go the next day.

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boots covered in mud once again walking through the paths she knew so well. the wind sung to her the closer she got to the creek, she wanted to turn back, leave him there but she couldn’t.

through the opening near the end of the path she saw him, his hair was messy. her feet carried her numbingly towards him.

this time it was him offering her a cigarette and a lighter, she took his offer. toxins steadied her mind, their silence felt calm again.

“do you care at all?” her words stung him “of course i care, why the fuck do you think we’re here?” he didn’t mean to come off so aggressive “you hurt me, vance.” her words flowed like a soft river stream, he missed her voice.

“i know” avoiding looking at her the best he could, he couldn’t face her. “i deserved better then that. you’re a fucking asshole, you know that? i spent my time with you, i let you into a special part of my life and you fucking ruined it like some sick joke” she was mad, frustrated. never did she feel something like this, her chest was warm as her throat choked back tears.

vance could hear them when she spoke, it broke him inside. he never cared so much about a person before, he ran before she had the chance to run from him, yet she was still there when he came back.

he took a deep breath preparing himself to finally face her. y/n played with the laces of her boot, quickly wiping away the hurt leaking from her eyes.

“i didn’t want to leave” she laughed “but you did, vance, you left without a word and then you fucking broke me” she was right, she was always fucking right.

he didn’t know how to say what he wanted to, how to explain why he did it. “you’re a fucking cunt” she spoke again moving to stand, vance grabbed her hand before she could.

“fuck y/n! give me a fucking minute, okay? i know i am, i fucking know that. you think i wanted to hurt you like that?” there it was, the ticking stopped in his mind “i left before you could leave me, it was going to be me or you and i wasn’t going to be the one left in the dark”

he knew that didn’t sound good, she knew what he meant. y/n had no intention on ever leaving him behind, understanding where he was coming from she took a moment to breath.

“vance i never had a thought about leaving you alone” her body turned to its knees facing the blond boy, she’d never seen so much emotion precent on his face before “i’d always come for you, it wouldn’t matter what time it was or where you are, if you needed me i’d be there.” her words sliced through him, he didn’t mean to lose her the way he did.

“i can’t keep doing this, vance. i can’t believe things will just go back to how they where before” they never would, she told him she loved him and he walked away. “please-please, just listen to me” his hands cupped one of hers.

“no one ever helped me, saw me the way you did. nobody stays, y/n. for the first time in years it felt like someone actually wanted to know me, that’s fucking weird, y/n. i’m not somebody you should want to be around.” his hands squeezed hers as he spoke, vance wasn’t good with his words, people know that; mostly since he just called them a motherfucker and beat the sins from them.

y/n listened closely to his words, “you’re not as bad as everyone says you are, vance. you have something beautiful inside you, you just can’t see that” she shook her head examining the way he sat before her.

vance wasn’t expecting her words, “but you broke the trust i gave you” his heart sunk, maybe he really did loose her.

“however trust can be gained again” emotions washed over him, he hated it, he didn’t understand it. “i’m not going anywhere, vance, you can close your eyes and i promise i’d still be here when you opened them again” he believed her. everything she ever said to him he believed.

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Even though they had talked for hours at the tracks not long ago, neither of the two tried to communicate again.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, all y/n wanted to do was talk about the funny drinks she had to make everyday and vance…vance could never even think of what he’d say to her if a conversation even so happened to spark up.

Like usual the two ignored eachother all day everyday, but once the moon came out they’d be found in their usual spots on the swing’s smoking alongside eachother.

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This particular night seemed to be different from the moment y/n sat near the curly headed blond boy. His eyes lingered upon her body longer then usual. Was it the pants she had on? No, no it couldn’t be they’re just pj pants.

Her head spun trying to figure out why he was so focused on her, his mind mumbled about how pretty she looks when her hair was a mess.

y/n pulled out her camels flipping them open to reveal an empty pack, a pout rested into her lips.

He pulled out his own taking the last one from his own, taking the lighter out of her pack sparking up his dart.

Her eyes lingered over watching him, vance took a couple drags placing the dart upon her lips when he was satisfied. y/n shyly accepted his action taking her own hits before passing it back.

Y/n’s hand shook slightly as she passed it, something that didn’t go unnoticed. Vance took the dart back, taking a moment before slipping his jacket off handing it to the y/h/c girl.

Shocked at his actions but grateful y/n placed it over her shoulders. The scent that typically lingered around her space now overpowered her other senses, it was sweet and warm yet musky and stale with smoke.

He was trying his best to show that he cared, it was like trying to speak a language you've never heard before.

She knew he was trying, his actions spoke for him.

in these moments either had the courage to look each other in the eyes, something seemingly so routine to their lives felt much different that night.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: DONT HATE ME FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK TO GET THIS OUT

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[8aji]

do you think he’ll think i’m really pretty? // s.s.

pairing: shinichiro sano x baji!reader, ft. little brother baji

wc: 1.6k

synopsis: harmless threats will get to you eventually, but you’ll tolerate it as long as he helps you pick out between silver and gold, and a pair of heels.

tags/cw: fluff, gendered terms used on reader (nee-chan), baji is reader's little brother, cursing, baji/reader dynamic centric, shin appears at the end, mentions of knives but in reference to a meme, reader does her makeup and wears earrings, heels aren't explicitly mentioned i just put it in the synopsis, typos, grammarly lied— let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: im so tired idk what to say LMFAO but i hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 i adore baji so much and he deserves the world. thank u @thelastoreo for helping me figure out my crisis and @guav your flaco shinichiro MWAH!

m.list 𖥻 tags 𖥻 byi/dni

Tunes were tuning, and you were laser-focused on the mirror, ignoring the indescribable mess sitting on the counter. Keisuke sat on the green step stool he used to brush his teeth, cheek smushed against his fist with a bored expression looming on his features. He couldn't help but roll his eyes every time you groaned in discontent, rubbing with your fingertips at the smudged makeup.

“I can’t believe Shinichiro-nii asked you out,”

You whispered a shut up under your breath, rolled your eyes at him and continued flicking the blending brush against your skin. Despite putting together a nice outfit, a dashing makeup look and picking out a couple of accessories, your inherent indecisiveness when it came to impressing Shinichiro Sano was too much for you to handle on your own. 

“He’s too good for you anyway,” He huffed, pouting.

Biting your lip to hide the cheesy smile threatening to grace your features, you ignored his taunt and grabbed both pairs of hoops sitting in front of you. One gold and one silver, you let them dangle on your fingers enjoying the coolness of them both for a bit, before holding them up in front of him.

“He’s so cool and you’re…you— I like the gold ones better.”

The urge to smack the back of his head, overpowering, but you held back. Instead, you agreed with his choice, following him blindly through your wishy-washy decision-making tendencies. 

“You know he rides a motorcycle, right?— I like the red one the most—you can’t even get your driver’s licence,”

You went to pick the colour he was referring—or the one you thought he was referring—to, humming along the song under your breath until you felt his hand smack yours. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it did make you flinch in surprise, almost gasping in disbelief. He stood up, hands on his hips, annoyed, a disproving look in his eyes.

“I meant the other red, see? You’re dumb.”

How silly of you, almost as if the lipsticks you had shoved under his nose for him to pick were all varying shades of the same colour, red.

“I’m dumb? You can’t even write your own name, stupid.”

“You didn't— Mom! Nee-chan called me stupid!”

“Shut the fuck— I didn’t! Keisuke’s lying!” 

“I’m not! You said— oh, pick that sparkly one.”

All it really took to calm him down was to show him a couple of highlighter options for him to choose from, little fangs poking his bottom lip as he grinned. He’d never admit to it out loud, but even if you didn’t force him to work as moral support, he’d willingly keep you company while you got your makeup done, entranced with the way different products sparkled under the bathroom lights, entranced with the way you seemed to be using your face as a canvas.

He sat back down, legs dangling back and forth. Cute, anyone would think, but the smugness behind those evil-manipulative-child-sized eyes made your blood boil, frowning because you knew, he knew you needed him on your good side, play nice with him for reasons like a) needing his help, and b) if you wanted your mom to let you hang out with the love of your life. And, you knew, he knew, you knew that; he’d be stupid not to exploit this opportunity.

“Where are you guys going anyway?”

“None of your business.”

“Remember that time you broke the tv?” He asked, eyes sparkling as if he didn’t know what he was doing. “you had to use my piggy bank to buy a new one before mom got home, do you think she noticed the colour change?"

“We’re going to a party.” Muttering the answer between gritted teeth, your response made him sparkle with joy. He looked uncannily similar to the smug cat from that one meme.

“What kind of party?”

“Why do you care?”

“I think the pan you threw at me once still has a dent on it.”

Vibing to the music coming out of your phone’s speakers was getting progressively harder, you could almost feel a vein pop out on your temple, you could only take so much teasing without being able to ‘jab back’. Even if you asked him how the hell he got so annoying, he’d probably Uno-reverse-card you, tell you he learned it all from you.

“When are you leaving anyway? I don’t wanna see your ugly face anymore—”

“Keisuke,” you cut him off, making eye contact with him through the mirror; he shuddered. You could handle being threatened with a death sentence, AKA him snitching to your mom, but would not tolerate this little shit (endearingly, and only slightly threatening) calling you ugly. “Rephrase that.”

“Sorry,” he disliked getting scolded, but even he had to admit he might’ve gone just a little too far; breaking the unspoken rule of never mocking each other’s appearances. “I meant, when is Shinichiro-nii getting here? I wanna see him.” 

Right after mentioning your beloved his best friend’s brother, the roaring sound of a motorcycle engine broke through the music, catching the both of you off-guard. It was only when it shut down that you looked at each other, making eye contact in a state of despair.

“Grab me a pair of heels while I finish here.”

This time he didn’t try to playfully exploit his role as an executive assistant, instead going straight to your closet and picking a pair of shoes that went the best—or at least good according to a child’s standards—with the outfit you chose, helping you fasten the straps on your ankles as you finished spritzing some setting spray.

He ran out the door, screaming SHIN-NII!!!!!! as if he hadn't seen the older boy in forever, jumping onto his arms and making him lose his balance as the both of them laughed. 

“I missed you!” He exclaimed, beaming as Shinichiro ruffled his hair after putting him down. “Can I please sit on your bike?”

Their laughter could be heard from inside the house, and after you let your mom know you were heading out, you were met with the wholesome scene of Keisuke sitting in front of Shin, as the older tried teaching him the correct way to hold onto the hand clutch, how to switch on and off the light, and so on. 

You didn't dare intrude on the moment, though announcing your presence wasn't necessary because as soon as you entered your brother’s peripheral field of vision, he called out to you.

“Nee-chan! Look! Shin-nii is teaching me how to ride a bike!”

The sudden intrusion made his companion stumble, trying to stabilise the bike as Keisuke tried to stand on the seat. Still, even after regaining his balance, he fumbled, hard, as soon as he took a moment to take in the sight of you, almost missing the bike when he tried leaning against it, in a very nonchalant, very not Shinichiro, way.

“Hey,” he prays to anything out there that you didn't notice the subtle voice crack that accompanied his words; news flash, you did. “You look really neat, nice, I meant nice.”

“Just nice?” you teased, not letting the opportunity of taking the upper hand go; he was cute while flustered.

“I– no, I meant that I think you’re really pretty.”

“Thanks.” You beamed, soaking in the praise like a cat would roll around in the sun, though trying to keep your cool regardless. After all, You were as weak for him as Shinichiro was for you.

But good things don’t last, because of course he saw the opportunity to tease you back, even if his teasing sucked and left him a bigger flustered mess.

“So you agree?” another one of your boys looked like the smug cat with a knife against his throat. “You think you’re really pretty?”

“I’m never showing you the shit I like again.” 

Ah, Shinichiro Sano, to get lost in his eyes was not only the ultimate fantasy but a very plausible reality, that was until Keisuke tugged on your hand, shaking the jar he had taken from the kitchen in what seemed like milliseconds.

“Swear jar,” he prodded. You rolled your eyes, once again basking in Shin’s chuckle as you searched in your purse for some loose change. “You said ‘shit’.”

The clatter of coins filled in the comfortable silence, it seemed to satisfy your brother enough because without any other words he took the jar back inside.

“Shall we go now?” you cocked your head lightly, holding back the urge—how many urges did you need to hold back today, huh?—to kiss him right there and then. “‘Don’t wanna be later than we already are.”

"Sure, but, uh, movie references aside," he joked, running his hand through his dark locks. He grabbed the spare helmet hanging from the handle of his bike and fastened the straps against your neck, the slight touch making your heart flutter. "I do think you look really pretty, all the ti—”

“Wait!”

Neverendless energy giving him what seemed like a boost of speed, Keisuke made his way back to you, side-eyeing Shinichiro—in the oddest fashion possible because this man was something akin to an idol to your little brother—and signaled for you to lower your head to his height, wanting to whisper something in your ear.

“I’m sorry for calling you ugly,” he mumbled, though his whispering voice was still something that needed some tweaks here and there because Shin could hear the message loud and clear. “I think you’re always pretty.”

And after a quick hug, careful enough for you not to tumble over, and an enthusiastic wave, he was gone.

That’s what Keisuke was for, moral support.

“Okay so, this shirt,” he said, raising the hanger a little higher to emphasise his options. “Or this shirt.”

“They’re both white shirts.” Manjiro deadpanned, speaking despite the lollipop poking at his cheek.

Shinichiro rolled his eyes, a groan threatening to leave his throat in discontent. He would’ve asked Emma for help, she’d give him pretty decent advice, but she was hanging out with some friends from school. So Manjiro it was, and he could use all the advice he could get regardless of what, or who, the source of information was; he too, could be indecisive when it came to you. 

“They’re not,” He retaliated, pointing at one of the shirt’s sleeves with his eyes. “This one is longer than the other.”

Manjiro sighed, laying completely flat on his brother’s bed as if he had given up on helping the unhelpable. 

“I don’t understand why y/n nee-chan said yes to you,” already having the habit of teasing the shit out of his big brother, the jabs that left his lips came out way too flawlessly. But because Manjiro, despite being a little shit, knew his brother was struggling so he decided to go a little softer on him. 

“Nee-chan is so cool and,” yeah, going a little softer on Shin would work, he wasn’t heartless after all. “You suck.”

Yeah, Shin should've just begged Emma to stay.

© 2022 SHINACHIRO ; Do not repost my work. Do not recommend my work outside of tumblr. Do not translate my work.

[4dtk]

hi! can I request for a haechan one, hand holding 3, hugging 33, kissing 23, touch 20 23 and 35, where reader is the one being severely injured & angst with a little fluff maybe towards the end? i really love your works so much, thank you!

thanks for requesting and thank u for the kind words anon! ps i don’t write smut ALL the time so i hope u guys (& my new followers) give my fluff/angst works the same energy. thank u for all the feedback and reception on the recent smut pieces i’ve posted but i still need to fulfil other requests!! thank you for the support anyway <3

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 33: ‘picking them up’ hugs

kisses, 23: life-or-death kisses

touching, 20, 23 & 35: bandaging/stitching up an injury, carrying the other one in their arms, kissing their bruises and scars

“wh-“ haechan’s door creaks open as he lets out a yawn to reveal you. all the fatigue that weighs on his limbs and eyes is gone when he sees you all battered up and bruised and his expression passes through every phase someone could have — shock, anxiety, anger, sadness.

“hi.” you say bashfully, as if showing up for a first date and as if you hadn’t bleeded all the way up from the stairs. with expression unusually content, you wonder if it’s because of the blood loss that you feel high or whether your heart can’t stop beating even at such a time. haechan’s worry warms your heart.

“(y/n), what the fuck?”

“care to help me just a little? i got this nasty cut down my thigh.”

haechan’s eyebrows furrow, “looks you got way more than that. do i need to stitch you up?”

he opens the door wider for you to enter, grimacing at the wound whose blood leaks out from the cloth you put over it trails right down to the ankles. he makes quick work of his small apartment that screamed out ‘med student’. it was like fate had sealed the two of you in a bind: one which heals and the one that had to bear responsibility of the world of their shoulders. haechan leaves you alone to navigate yourself to his toilet, having done it too many times before the other props you onto the sink. his hands are following a routine, taking out the alcohol, gauze, scissors, everything to patch you up the best that he can.

with a sigh, he analyses your different wounds, lingering on the large one on your thigh which you seem to not even react to. it scares him, how used to it you must be after missions. how red becomes the default colour more than the colour of your skin, or your clothes, or your own apartment. haechan removes his apartment from the equation, having lived in four stark white walls which reminded him of the hospital.

the colour was as bland as your face now, eyes downcast even when he cleans the smaller wounds with alcohol.

“what… what happened on your mission today?” you frown at the question and his serious demeanour, hand gripping onto the edge of the sink like you were swinging at a cliff. having a job like that must be so hard, and it must be so tempting to fall into darkness and just let yourself die, but you told yourself time and time again to protect everyone, to shoulder the safety of those in the neighbourhood. it was getting heavy; too heavy for even you to carry.

“i’m worried about you, you know…” haechan attempts to joke with a chuckle, and that supposedly makes you jerk up, suddenly aware of how cold his hands felt on your skin. he mistakes the reaction for pain, taking a hand into yours that you shiver even more at the difference in temperature. “i always wonder how late you’ll come back. will you come back bruised? bloody? or will you be holding a cheesecake for us to share in your civilian clothes? i don’t know any more.” he strokes over your bloody knuckles gently.

haechan is good at hiding his feelings, you notice, words flowing freely from him like he always does in school and on the train. it’s not until he finally gets to your large gash do you see that his hands are trembling, shaking like leaves in the wind even when he threads the nylon through the needle. “what if you die?” he finally looks at you, revealing the tear-filled eyes, blurring his vision so much that he can’t even remove the fabric used to stop the bleeding.

“i won’t, hyuck-“

“you say that, but always come to my house beat up like this. shouldn’t i just turn you away? you’re interrupting my sleep and i have school tomorrow,” you aren’t sure what haechan’s getting at but before you can say anything, you’re cut off, “i always have school. and yet, i can’t find myself turning you away.” your thumb wiping away his tears only makes him cry more.

“because…?”

“i love you, (y/n).”

the air is knocked out of you.

“you… love me?” haechan sniffles, blinking away the tears as he prepares to stitch up your wounds. he wants to avoid his impulsivity but he can’t even do that when his hands shake so much it would do your wound more harm than good. “i can’t bear to see you like this, babe. it hurts so much.” your heart clenches up. at haechan, at his revelation, at his true feelings. his tears soak the hand on his cheek and you’re left instead to sew up your wound with your own hands, letting the other run over your body in the anxiety of losing you for good.

he calms down by the time you’re cutting the nylon, cringing in pain at how difficult it was to just get down from the sink. “i’ll… i’ll carry you.”

haechan brings you to his sofa with you in his arms, filled with files and papers regarding school and it looks like a mess, but you’re used to it, always seeing a sheet of paper beside your lover whether he’s revising, going over anatomy or just confirming the procedures. careful to avoid your thigh, he brings you into his lap carefully, however against the rules it was.

he couldn’t give e a shit about letting you lay down in a bed while he sat beside it. he just needed you close to him.

haechan gains your confusion when he plants kisses on various parts of your body, lips ghosting over black and blue colourisation of your skin and the white of the surgical tape, healing your skin with the intangible blessing of his pecks. he’s well on his way to remove himself to kiss around the stitch on your thigh, but he freezes.

“i love you, too, hyuck.” your voice is so soft, fragile, as if you weren’t fighting your ass off earlier. small tears pool at the edge of haechan’s eyes. the intensity in your eyes beg for him to lean in, capturing your lips with his that he pours all his feelings into. his heart sings and breaks at the same time, unhealthy visions of your limp body under city debris and ash. it makes him panic and kiss you harder, letting the tears go again.

you’re barely awake, tired from the battle, from the blood loss, but his kisses bring you higher than the way you soar through the sky. you run on adrenaline on missions, but you get drunk on haechan’s love so quickly that it feels more of a thrill than delivering punch after kick at the opponent. it’s so much so that haechan even brings himself off the sofa with you in his arms, twirling the both of you around slowly.

you can’t help but laugh at his tear-stained face, doing him a favour by wiping it off as he brings you to his bedroom. all haechan does all night is hold you close, never letting go one bit. it’s only fitting, seeing as you’re the neighbourhood’s saviour. what about him? you’re his treasure, of course.

[anyoneseenadam]

That fenrys fic was divine 😭🔥 can I request something for him having a nightmare for the first time since he found his mate and she comforts him and reassure him ?a tiny bit of angst maybe 💔🤧

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: blood, violence, nightmares, character death (kinda), mainly fluff with a lil bit of angst

a/n: I completely stole the first half of this from a short story I wrote about Achilles lmao, also THANK YOU FENRYS IS AN ICON AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE WHICH I AM HAPPY TO GIVE, hope u enjoy <3

(I did not proof read this because I am tired :))

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Fenrys hands shook as they refrained from touching her, from pulling her in and wrapping himself around her, drowning in her hair, her skin, her clothes, her laugh, eyes, smile. She turned with a smirk and a cheeky eyebrow raise, beckoning him in. He lunged, grabbing her, ready to make true on his wish, staring in wonder as her solid form turned to mist in his hands as she moved further away. Her laugh drawing him in. And of course, he followed like the lost puppy he was, begging, and whining to return to comfort, home, safety. She was his home, and he would follow her to the ends of the world if it meant she stayed that way.

 She had moved again, this time into a series of winding corridors, the maze he called his heart, a maze she owned. He chased after her, but she was quick, twisting and turning through corridors and secret doors, the map laid bare for her to see as he stumbled blinding, led only be the light she left in her path and her infectious laughter. Finally, she reached a dead end, casually bracing herself against the cold walls, releasing an exhale of laughter through her nose. He slowed his pace to a walk as she smiled up at him through curling lashes, nothing but the faint smudge of rouge high on her cheeks concealing her natural face to him, which he proceeded to wipe with his thumb when he reached her, his build towering over hers.

 “Finished running, are you?” he mused quietly,

 “I knew you wouldn’t let me get too far,” she whispered back, lips tracing his jaw.

 “That’s because you hold my leash,” he allowed himself to concede, “always have, always will my darling.”

 She let out a sigh of agreement, before leaning to his ear, their bodies pressed so tightly together he could feel her heart beating in his own chest, as if they had swapped hearts giving the other all they were, all they could be.

 “There is no me without you.” She uttered the vows they had made that beautiful day, where she dressed as the angel he was sure she was. He leaned down to express his love, but she did not allow him to rest in her arms for long, pulling away with a giggle.

 “What?” he asked with a smirk, but she was already gone giggling behind him, the chase beginning again.

 But as he turned, blessed by the smile she gave him, all pearly white teeth and rosy cheeks, the warning shout he cried was not quick enough as a wash of deep red replaced the once pure and untainted white of her smile. Her mouth filling with blood, the sword protruding from her stomach like a handle. She stared at him questions not asked soon enough as she splutters up blood onto her previously fresh clothes, eyes full of fear, splitting his heart in half, the ground crumbling beneath his feet.

 He tried to run to her, hands grasping at air as he fell through the cracks in his own heart, a scream tearing from his throat as she was pulled from him, skin draining of colour and eyes turning black, full of hatred and contempt as she stared him down.

 His own scream woke him up, sweat and tears blending on his face like paint on a pallet, as he gripped her pillow and sobbed on their bed. He herded himself into the far corner of the bed, afraid when he realised she was not lying next to him, comforting words, and gentle hands ready to lull him back to sleep. Fear and sadness battled in his heart, the heart he had given her during the war, the heart she had held safely as she cut her way through armies to reach him again. The heart she had put back together with soft kisses and words of undying love. The heart she had tied to her own the day they wed and had kept pressed safely in her chest since.

 He looked now, tears blurring the image he was presented with, bookshelves filled with stories you promised you would read eventually, tubes of lipstick on the floor next to the frame of their mirror, tea left to go cold in mugs dotted around the room, sketches left to be forgotten on desks and ribbons tied haphazardly around bed posts.

 He saw all these signs of you, the clues you left him as he navigated your shared life. His eyes darted around the room, breath picking up when he couldn’t see you, pressing a hand to your side of the bed and finding it warm, his breathing only slowing a little.

 He stood, pulling on a pair of boxers, and grabbing two daggers he kept next to the bed as his mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. He slowly padded out the room, moving silently through the house and thinking of a million different ways to torture whoever had dared to touch you. The tears on his face had dried uncomfortably but it was the least of his worries as he stalked through his own home, fear clouding his judgement that argued you were probably safe.

 He heard movement in the kitchen and walked that way, footsteps light as he rounded to corner to a beautiful sight. His arms dropped as he took in the sight of you in nothing but his shirt, sipping from a glass of water, illuminated by the moons glow. You turned when he walked in, smiling at his but furrowing your eyebrows when you saw his facial expression and the knives in his hands.

 “Fenrys, what happened?” you asked, moving over to him as he threw his daggers down, arms encircling your waist as he breathed in your scent. “Fenrys please, you’re scaring me.”

 He pulled away from you and you reached up, stroking a hand down his face and looking up at him with nothing but concern in your eyes, eyes that were searching his for any clues of why he was acting this way.

“I though you were- I thought someone had,” he struggled to get the words out, pulling you even closer, one hand tangling itself in your hair as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, kissing his sharp jaw.

 “Slow down love, tell me what happened,” your soothing voice calmed him, his breath coming easier as you moved a hand to his shoulder, your loving grip grounding him.

 “I had a dream, then I woke up and you weren’t hear and I- I thought someone had taken you,” he whispered, eyes filling with tears as he pictured your lifeless eyes and limp body.

 “Oh my love, I’m sorry,” you pulled away from him, clasping his large hand in your smaller one and pulling him to your shared bedroom, “But you know I’m not easy to kidnap, I make too much noise.”  You joked, holding his hand to your mouth, and kissing it lightly as you walked over to your bed.

 He sat down first, and you stood between his legs, his arms wrapping tightly around you again. “Don’t joke about that,” he muttered into your stomach, but he couldn’t resist the smile forming.

 You pushed his head back and climbed into his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. “I mean honestly, if I ever got taken hostage I’m pretty sure I’d annoy them into letting me go, I’d just start explaining my top three reasons why every Jane Austen novel contains gay subtext.”

 “Or you could explain to them the tier list you and Aelin made of all the men you know.” Fenrys laughed as your eyes lit up.

 “I forgot about that!” you exclaimed and Fenrys laughed, lying down, and pulling you with him as he tickled your sides, revelling in your squeals as you batted your hands at him.

 When you calmed down, breathing quickly you rolled off Fenrys as he nestled himself between your breasts, holding you close.

 “Please never leave me,” he whispered into your chest as he listened to the steady beat of your heart as it created a song just for him. The vulnerability in his voice broke you and you moved a hand to his head, stroking lightly.

“Never.” You spoke with such surety that Fenrys let out the exhale he had been holding in. “I am never going to leave you, I’m always going to be by your side.”

“I love you so much, so much when I thought you were gone, I felt sick. I can’t do this without you.” He whispered into your skin. “Sometimes I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and all this will have been a dream. And I’ll have to lie with Maeve again and kill for her and watch her hurt Conall and it will be so much worse, because I’ll remember this softness, I’ll remember you and maybe one day I’d find you and you wouldn’t recognise me, and for the rest of my life I’d think of you, of the woman I never got to love.”

“This is real.” You whispered, kissing his head, and ignoring the tears welling in your eyes, “I’m real, you’re real. We’re real Fenrys.”

He didn’t reply, just buried his face deeper into your chest, addicted to the feel of your heartbeat. The constant reminder that you were here, you were alive. After he lost his brother you noticed Fenrys had become clingier, you initially presumed it was just because he was in mourning and needed comfort but one night he had drunkenly confessed his biggest fear to you. The nightmares he would have where you left him, told him you hated him, and the worst of all, the nightmares in which he watched your life be cruelly ripped from you. He could live with you hating him and leaving him, knowing that somewhere in the world you were safe and breathing, but everyday he feared your death.

The mornings he would wake up and find you wincing, a hot water bottle pressed into your lower stomach, the thought of you in any form of pain ripping into him, making his heartbeat faster and his palms sweat. The powerful warrior brought to his knees for you, but you were always quick to reassure him with kisses and promises of staying in bed all day.

As he breathed in your scent now and listened to your heartbeat, happily surrounded by you and only you, he allowed himself to relax under you soft touch, his own heart slowing to beat with yours as the fear slowly melted from him.

He needn’t fear your death, as he knew that he would never let you die. No, instead he would always fall before you, sacrifice his own life, any life if it meant you survived. You were a Goddess sent to bless him and he would fall to worship before you, always.

[travellingarmy]

║Venti║Rest of Time

Requested from Wattpad.

Female reader as requested.

Fluff. Slight maturity?

Word count: 3.5k

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It is common knowledge that even if a star wishes to move within its own galaxy, it would take light years for it just to do so. But, it didn't apply to when two peculiar stars that had lived long suddenly collided in mere seconds, causing them to be one.

When you have awoken, you found yourself lying down in a midst of grass for miles and a blue sky that you had never seen before with strange creatures flying past it, flapping its wings as it makes strange noises. Where were you? You sat up, suddenly feeling a pain shot through your ears. It was ringing and giving you a headache.

"Nngh..!" You covered an eye with a hand out of reflex of the pain while trying to recall how you ended up where you were and what happened. "Ah, that's right.. My home.." You stop your sentence and snap your head upwards to the unnatural green and blue around you and come to a realization that the place..

Was not your home.

The place you knew and loved for many years was crumbling down at your feet, but the place you had awoken to was the opposite and free from the havoc that had suddenly raised. You felt the flow of time change and that's when you recalled your travel- no, your escape through time and space. You remembered how you then came to a stop by an unknown force and suddenly being pulled by it and fighting against it didn't make a difference in your weakest point.

After a soft sigh, you stood up and looked at your surrounding. With a gentle breeze blowing past, you notice more of the winged things on the ground and not too far from it, a small, four-legged creature that was running around the field. Beside you was a large tree that was helping you adjust to the blinding light from above by stretching its large and long branches outwards. Its leaves rustled when another breeze was blowing past.

You looked at your clothing and see that your once celestial clothing is now basically a rag and without your shoes. Your skin was covered by scratches and blood of the war you faced, but surprisingly, the pain wasn't there-- maybe it's because it was numbing your body that you felt as if the pain were one with you.

Left leg forward then the right.. You repeated it until you could fully well walk with your aching feet without hissing at the pain. Just beyond the horizon, you see walls and windmills within it. You were happy that there was a place not too far from where you awoke. When you arrived in front of the gates, the two knights who were usually on guard had a look of questioning.

And since that moment, Mondstadt came to be your forever home.

-

"Venti, slow down!" you say, grabbing his arm and reaching for the glass in his hand- which he did not let go of. "I think it would be best to give up, (Y/N)," Diluc says behind the counter, his arms crossed as he stares in disbelief and annoyance at the bard. "You better have money to pay for that."

The boy had chugged his 28th drink for the day and he doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. "I, I'll pay for his drink," you say defeatedly, knowing that your dear ol' friend don't even have a single mora on him. "I don't care who pays for it as long as it is paid." The fiery-haired male sighs irritatingly and turned around to do his job, leaving the two of you to chat alone.

"Venti, you should really stop now. You'll have a headache in the morning," you said, putting a hand on hi shoulder and watch him gulped down yet another glass before setting it down. "Hehe, this isn't even much," the boy states. "Rest assured, (Y/N), that I will be fine tomorrow so.. Another glass for me, Master Diluc!" He waves his empty glass which earned the taller male to grunt before making another drink for the bard.

You weren't worried about the ombre-haired boy being sick in the morning- what you really were trying to do was to make him stop drinking any more and making you pay for it. You cried internally, feeling the pain of the huge hole in your wallet already by the time you two head out and it turned out just as you feared. Diluc had asked you to leave and to drag the now drunken bard along since it was time to close the tavern, but not before reminding you of the payment.

"One more, please!" the drunk bard says, raising a hand in the air as if he was holding a glass. How many glasses he took, you did not know as you lost count. However, you can say that your dear friend really knows how to hold his drinks. You sighed and fix his arm around your shoulders lock.

In the dead of night- where there is no one but the two of you- the sky above was calling for you, glimmering away so proudly as it does so. You looked at the brightly lit things that dusted the dark sky and felt sudden sadness in your heart, knowing that the stars don't hold your home anymore. In the many years that you were in Teyvat, not once was there a day where you did not think about your home. The colour red dusted your home's sky along with smoke, shouting, cries of agony from both young and old.. You remembered how the place you happily walked upon turned to calamity and feeling the guilt, again, that you couldn't do anything when you had the power. You stood in the centre of the chaos, stupified and unable to think.

"Hehe, hey, (Y/N)-- Woah!" You were drawn back to your new reality when Venti leaned all of his weight onto your smaller body when he was trying to balance himself and causing both of you to fall over. You hissed at the pain of your skin scraping the ground, but the drunk male was laughing on the other hand- because he landed on you. "Venti..!" You looked at the giggling male. "Shh, (Y/N)." He boops your nose and giggling even more. You sighed. Now you were going to have a hard time removing him from your body.

Your house was not too far away and decided it would be best to let him sleep on the couch, rather than leave him unattended on his own. Your house was small, yet comfortable and cosy. When you got inside, you went for the couch and flopped his body on it, repositioning his body so that he sits upright. "I'll get you a glass of water, okay? I'll be right back," you said, knowing that he won't listen to you in his state. You returned just as fast as your left, but see that he was passed out.

"Venti, wake up. Please, drink some water before going to sleep!" You shook him awake and get him to drink before letting him go to sleep. You then went and look for an extra blanket and a pillow for him in your room and return to the dimly lit living room. Slowly, you lifted his head and place the pillow underneath and lay his head back down and covered his body with the blanket.

You look at the sleeping male and feel your heart race the more you stared. When you first came to Mondstadt, he was one of the first few people that you've talked to. You remembered the first time you two met- how he suddenly clasped your hands and smiled, saying how you looked like a goddess that wasn't from anywhere in Teyvat. The rest after that was a blur and you don't even know how you two ended up being as friends.

You were about to walk away when you heard him shuffle and moaned in his sleep, then holding onto your hand closest to him. You turned around and see that he was awake. Awake, but still not in the right mind. "Where are.. You going, (Y/N)?" he asks. "I'm going to my room," you answered.

He sat up and groaned, not letting go of your hand. "Venti, you should go to sleep," you urged. Then, without knowing he would, he tugged on your hand with force, bringing you close to him and being cradled between the arms that he soon wrapped around your waist. "U, uh, Venti..!" You put your arms on his shoulders to balance and keep the two of you at a distance. However, your frail arms weren't strong against him when he leans in and put his head between the crook of your neck and shoulder.

His breath on your skin was enough to send tingles all the way down to your toes and made you unable to think. Your heart raced faster than it did before and it felt as if it was about to pop out of your chest. "Ven-- nngh!" You were interrupted when he nibbles on your ears, earning himself a moan from you. "(Y/N), you shouldn't make noises like that.." he says underneath his breath, making a circle notion on your back. "It's dangerous."

"I, I--.. Venti, you should--" Again, you were interrupted, but this time, when he pushes you on the couch. He hovers above you, staring down at you with eyes that you couldn't comprehend. His breathing was becoming unstable and you were scared of what will happen if you can't escape from under him.

His head lowers down to your shoulders and left a couple of kisses, sending fear throughout your body. This was not something you were down for, even if you like him. There was just a difference between him liking you in his drunk state and in his normal state; you don't know if it would be the drunken mind that takes over his body or his heart. You wish it was the latter, but you wouldn't know since he wasn't in the right mind, to begin with. "Venti, please! Stop!" You tried to push him off, but to your fear, he did not budge one bit.

His head was on your chest and tears started to blur your vision as you pleaded. He stops when he heard your sobs and look up at you, sadness hitting his heart, but for a completely different reason. He decided that it would be best to stop and rested his head on your chest, ears resting where your heart was and hearing the irregular heartbeat that lulled him to drowsiness. Truth be told, he wasn't drunk just yet. Tipsy, but not drunk.

When your sobs died down, you look at him to see if he fell asleep, but it was difficult since you could only see the top of his head. You were thanking all Archons, but soon know that he wasn't asleep just yet when he spoke. "Hey, (Y/N)?" he calls out, his voice audible in the still night, and you hummed as a response. "Your heartbeat.. It's irregular. If I didn't know any better, I'd think it's beating for me.." He hit the bullseye on the comment, but you didn't say anything that would give him an answer. He sighs sadly. "I kind of wish it was because.." He stops and took a breath, contemplating if he should say it. But since he had made you think that he was drunk, he took that as a chance.

"I like you, (Y/N)."

-

The next day when you awoke, he was no longer on top of you, nor was he in your house. You were kind of relieved that he wasn't around since you couldn't bear to look at him in the eyes- let alone talk to him. Last night, when he said those three words, your heart fluttered and you were sure he knows of it. You wanted to say it as well but decided it wasn't the right time and will wait when he was back to normal.

You're sure he doesn't remember what happened last night so it might make him confused when you suddenly confess, but you wanted to clear this clear wall that stopped the two of you from being together. However, when you went to your usual spot to meet up with him, he wasn't there. It was strange since he left the house long ago.

You walked around the city until you came across the famous, purple witch, Lisa, who had asked for some assistance at the library. You thought about it before hesitantly nodding your head, fearing that Venti might be a bit sad when he sees you're not there waiting. By the time you were done helping out at the library, it was quarter past noon, but when you went to the plaza, he wasn't there. You were a bit disappointed and thought that he was at Angel's Share so you went there first. "Hm? (Y/N), you're not here with that bard?" Diluc greets with his usual, rock expression. Usually, he'd expect you to only show up at the tavern when Venti wanted a drink, but you were alone.

You shook your head. "Actually, I'm looking for him. Did he, perhaps, come here at some point?" you asked. Now it was the redhead's turn to shake his head. "I'm afraid I can't say. I came here 2 hours ago, but he didn't show up." You became disheartened of looking for him and wanted to just go home. However, the sun was still out which means that you still have time. Your legs were already tired from all the walking back and forth that it didn't take long for you to completely give up and just sit on a bench and read a book.

The sun was setting down and you were disappointed that he wasn't in sight anywhere, and you looked everywhere- even making laps around the city and having the same people stare at you weirdly. You got up from your seat and decided that you weren't going to wait any longer and go home. There wasn't a soul in sight anymore. But when you passed the fountain, you see a familiar someone whom you had been looking for coming in from the gates.

"Venti!" You ran up to him, happy that he has shown up. "Where did you go?" you ask, clasping both of his hands, but Venti didn't answer or even look at you which made you worry. "Hey, you okay..?" When you were about to reach and touch his face, he flinches, backing away and removing his hands from yours.

"Oh, uh, yeah.. I was at Starsnatch Cliff to, uh, think about things," he answers, scratching his cheek whilst not once looking at you directly, but you didn't notice it. "What, really? How come you didn't let me join you?" You pout.

"I, I just needed some time to think alone, is all," he answers. His answer made you really curious. The carefree bard who doesn't have a single mora on him, has things that he needs time to think through? It was almost unbelievable if it weren't for the fact that he is human and like any other human, he needs some alone time to think. But for what reason, you don't dare ask.

"Oh, okay, well, um.." There was silence followed after and you were back checking on the decision of confessing to him, now feeling the fear building up. In your many years of life, not once have you felt fear such as the one you have now. It was kind of embarrassing. "Hey, (Y/N), I think you should go home now. I'll see you tomorrow." He was walking away in the opposite direction of your place. You suddenly panicked and without thinking, grab his wrist which stopped the male from going. He looks at you over his shoulder, your face suddenly a deep red while it stares at the ground. "I, I like you, Venti."

Everything in that moment felt as if it was frozen in place and only allowing the flow of time working on the both of you. You were sure that he would return your feelings, but at that moment, you were scared.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

A heart silently broke within one's heart- that heart being yours. It only takes those two words to ruin a friendship and have one coming out of it the most heartbroken. Your heart came crumbling down to ashes like your home many years ago. Was the words you heard last night false? Why hadn't you know of it when you know a person doesn't think straight when their drunk? You felt stupid.

"It won't work out for us," Venti continues, but you were off in your own world, dazed by the rejection. Venti could see your heart squeezing itself to nothingness. In a ruined friendship, one would come out heartbroken, but in this case, two came out of it. Venti wanted nothing more but to like you and spend the rest of time to be with you. But since last night, he decided to go to see Dvalin- his dear friend- whom told him the dangers of an Archon who have lived for many years liking a mere mortal. In the end of Dvalin's words were, "Liking a mortal will only go one way: heartbroken."

He was too mesmerized and caught up with you that he forgot about his eternal life. This, he thought, was a selfish thing. He shouldn't have clung onto you and make you feel something towards him. He should have made sure to keep a distance so that you would use those feelings on someone else. An Archon doesn't deserve to be loved intimately.

".. Why?" It was barely audible, but he still heard it nonetheless. You raise your head and look at him with your saddened eyes that made the bard's heart feel like it was going to be squeezed out. "How do you know if we don't try?" you ask, looking at him with saddened eyes that just made him feel like he wants to hug you-- to make you stop looking at him with those eyes, but he had to do what is best. For the both of you.

He looks away. Should he tell you? If he wanted to build that wall, he should. He opens his mouth. "I am the god, Barbatos.." he says. "You and I can't be together, (Y/N)."

"So, what does that have to do with us not being able to be together?" you ask almost quickly. He looks at you with sad eyes. "I.. Look, I really like you, (Y/N), but this isn't right," his voice slightly cracked, finding it hard to reject you. You look down. Both of you stayed silent, letting what little light there slowly disappears. Then, "If it is eternal life then you and I will be forever together," you whisper and look at the male, eyes not saddened but with fire. He looks at you, confused. Were you not a mortal?

"Do you remember when I first came to Mondstadt?" you asked, but continued, not letting him have an answer. "No one knew where I came from, even when I told them my home's name." You smiled sadly. "I am not from here, Venti. Not from Teyvat or this planet." The god was more confuzzled than he already was. "My home.. Was destroyed.. By my careless hands."

"Just like Teyvat, my home had many gods.. And I'm one of them," you finally confessed. "If you are scared of losing me, then don't worry about it as I have the gift of eternal life." The words that spout out of your mouth was almost unbelievable if it wasn't for the fact that your eyes held the truth. Your eyes were confirmation and Venti took it and hugged you tightly. "A-ah, Venti..?" You were caught by surprise, but soon return it, wrapping your own around his. You felt something wet trickling down to your exposed skin and knew that he was crying. "I, I'm so happy.." he whispers, tightening the hug. "Me too," you say, doing the same, a smile forming on your face.

"We'll be together for the rest of time."

---

[borathae]

OK SIBI CH30!

JM GREENHOUSE🤧 ik the character death is a part of the story but i hope we get more insight into JM's other side

ALSO SIBI he wasnt always a monster🤧

OK PPL HV PASSIVE AGRESSIVENESS AND YG HAS PASSIVE AFFECTION UK WHT I MEAN???? LIKE THE ENTIRE BREAKFAST THING🥺🥺🥺🙈🙈🙈

THE WAY HE CALLS HER Princess 🫂😭🙈🥺

HE KNOWS SHE IS A TEA PERSON...FK SHIT UGH YG!!!

You know i do A VERY FKING BIG THING JUST HAPPENES GUYS... YG JUST...? ACCEPTED THAT HE CARES? OH MY GAWD.

OK Sib i wanna talk of something here... and that is childishness. For a few days, this thing has been in my head. Basically, i hv been noticing how kiddish behaviour is generally linked to a certain sort of ...experience... like some ppl dont even realise how a part of them is very kiddish, not immature per se, but like... ok so for example lets take YG. He s a sweetheart n he cares. OFCOURSE HE DOES. But uk the way he refuses to show his emtions... even thats a lil acceptable cuz some ppl r like that but thinking board games and flowers and scents r stupid and naive... while it is very visible how they r either pretending to be this way or convincing themselves to behave a certain way... its so... vulnerable in disguise. Idk if u r getting me but it is like... cuz they think that these things mean being vulnerable they deliberately put up a tough front n only end up showing this other side of theirs... atleast in my eyes. N i was thinking for a creator who has seen and done things we cant even imagine... isnt this behaviour a bit... childish?? And this is clearly my pov(cuz i love psychology n i hv been noticing this around me for a while) but ppl who hv this kiddish aspect to them r scared of losing their comfort zones... Ok i realise my words make no sense and no connection to the story but i felt this and thought of sharing

I always wanted to own a greenhouse SORRY BUT I LAUGHED HERE.... OC IS A ... YA SHE S KIND!🥺😂

I'm trusting you to not mess this up Y DO I FEEL LIKE IT WAS YG SAYING "IM FINALLY TRYNA OPEN UP PLS DONT PUSH ME AWAY OR GIVE ME A REASON TO STOP"😶 IS THIS JUST ME? OH YG?

THE TIME WHERE OC STARTS CONTEMPLATING IF YG WILL THINK HER PRESENCE IS UNECESSARY N ALL KINDA PUT ME OFF... SOMETIMES I THINK SHE REALLY GETS SO CARRIED AWAY SHE FAILS TO SEE WHAT LIES AHEAD OF HER... THE ENTIRE SEQ OF YG TELLING HER WHAT THOSE VAMPS DID N ALL N SHE IS SUDDENLY ALL ABOUT TAE... IK SHE HAS HER REASONS BUT I HOPE SHE LL DEVELOP A STRONGER CONSCIOUS TOWARDS YG AS WELL

TAE🥺😭

THE DANCE TALK😭😭😭 NO Y DO I IMAGINE A GIGGLING TAE CLAD IN KNEE LENGTH KHAKHI COLOURED OVERCOAT AND OFF WHITE PANTS AND A RED-YELLOW SCARF WID A BROWN BERET AS HE SWINGS OC WHEN HE SUDDENLY RECALLED A DANCE STEP DURING THEIR NIGHT WALK NEAR A STREAM🥺🙈🤧

I thought i lost you🤗🤗🤗 NO SHE S HERE BABY JUST FK EVERYTHING N COME BACK TO HER N GIVE US SOME GOOD OL CUTE GIGGLY SEX PLS🤧

HIM NODDING HIS HEAD WHEN SHE ASKED ABOUT SJ HURTING HIM.... DAMN THIS IS SO SAD BUT ALSO HE IS SUCH A CONTRAST TO YG... HE IS SO OPENLY VULNERABLE INFRONT OF HER...I MISSED TAE DAMNNNN😭😭😭😭😭

OK YG CUD HV MADE A DIFFERENT APPROACH... HE CUDVE TALKED TO HER PRIOR TO TAKING HER THERE N ASK HER TO AVOID JM RELATED QUE...OR IDK DO SOMETHING DIFF... NOT HURT THEM MORE. HE HURT OC TAE N HIMSELF... YG CMON NO!

OK UK WHAT OC CUD HV APPROACHED IT DIFFERENTLY TOO😔 GOING THERE ALONE WID A BLOOD BAG?! SRSLY NO NO NO. IT MUST HURT SO MUCH FOR YG CUZ

He really almost lost her n the way he explained the aftermath.. he wud hv been in so much pain if that had happened n everything... every fking thing wud fall apart in a minute

He just asked her to keep his trust n she fkd it up real bad...

He was starting to open up n now he is forced to feel misunderstood... or NOT understood to be precise

I gave u everything THIS WHOLE PART BROKE ME... SHE DESERVED TO HEAR HIM SAY ALL THAT BUT ITS JUST I LOVE THESE BOTH PPL SO MUCH I JUST LIKE SEEING THEM HAPPY NO SAD SAD TIME FOR THEM😭

HE SAID HE CARES! TWICE IN 1 CHP AND IN 1 DAY... I DONT THINK HE HIMSELF REALISES WHAT HE HAS DONE

This is all new to me too! You think i know what I'm doing? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 OH GAWD HOW IT MUST FEEL TO BE THE ONE WHO CREATED THE ENTIRE VAMP SPECIES ... TO SEE YEARS OF THIS PAINFUL WORLD... TO EXPERIENCE EVERY FKING THING AND YET BE MADE TO FEEL SO HELPLESS BY A HUMAN GIRL HE JUST MET... WE DONT APPRECIATE AND UNDERSTAND YG ENOUGH! NO WE DONT!

OK SO HEAVY! SO HEAVY! UM I WENT AWAY FOR EXAMS N NOW I COME BACK N SUDDENLY YG IS ALL TALKING OF HIS FEELINGS😵 TAE SHOWS UP BUT HE IS IN SO MUCH PAIN AND HE IS SO VULNERABLE😭

N OC JUST LOST TAE N YG FOR NOW😭😭😭 OH SIB NO HEART ATTACKS PLS! I MISSED SA SO MUCH N THIS CH... FK IT KICKED PLACES! YOUR TAKE ON EMOTIONS N MIND N BEHAVIOURS INTRIGUES ME... U R SO TALENTED. NOT PRAISING U IM ACTUALLY JUST MAKING OBSERVATIONS AT THIS POINT😂IM IN AWE!💜💜💜

-The Yelling Anon

OK PPL HV PASSIVE AGRESSIVENESS AND YG HAS PASSIVE AFFECTION UK WHT I MEAN???? LIKE THE ENTIRE BREAKFAST THING🥺🥺🥺🙈🙈🙈

HAHHAHAH Yoongi be like "I am evil" *proceeds to do kind things aggressively* gosh I love this lil bean :(

ALSO PRETEND THAT I JUST INSERTED YOUR ENTIRE PARAGRAPH ABOUT YOUR ANALYSIS OF YOONGI HERE hahahah okay so I totally get what you mean omfg. It is kind like of a defense mechanism. You know, maybe Yoongi just wasn't really allowed to be soft and tender in his past and because of that he is trying to repress those sides of him by pretending that he is "too good for favourite things or games" because maybe in his past he was punished by showing those sides of himself. Not like punished by a certain person per say, but more like by life? You know if he showed someone he cared maybe then they ended up dying or leaving him. If he showed that he liked something then it ended up getting lost or dissappearing. So as a defense mechanism he pretends to not care about anything these days, just so he can keep himself safe from potential loss.

I always wanted to own a greenhouse SORRY BUT I LAUGHED HERE.... OC IS A ... YA SHE S KIND!🥺

OKAY BUT LIKE THAT IS MY DREAM TOO holy fuck I want one of those kinds

imagine that's the kinda vibe the greenhouse has because that is my shit omfg I could spend my entire day in places like these :(

I'm trusting you to not mess this up Y DO I FEEL LIKE IT WAS YG SAYING "IM FINALLY TRYNA OPEN UP PLS DONT PUSH ME AWAY OR GIVE ME A REASON TO STOP"😶 IS THIS JUST ME? OH YG?

NO THIS IS 100% WHAT HE MEANT BY THAT OMFG

THE TIME WHERE OC STARTS CONTEMPLATING IF YG WILL THINK HER PRESENCE IS UNECESSARY N ALL KINDA PUT ME OFF... SOMETIMES I THINK SHE REALLY GETS SO CARRIED AWAY SHE FAILS TO SEE WHAT LIES AHEAD OF HER

or perhaps she was made to feel unecessary in her past. Maybe her presence was either ignored or dismissed and now just as much as Yoongi pretends to hate things to keep himself safe, she thinks that she won't be missed if she just randomly dissapeared 👀

NO Y DO I IMAGINE A GIGGLING TAE CLAD IN KNEE LENGTH KHAKHI COLOURED OVERCOAT AND OFF WHITE PANTS AND A RED-YELLOW SCARF WID A BROWN BERET AS HE SWINGS OC WHEN HE SUDDENLY RECALLED A DANCE STEP DURING THEIR NIGHT WALK NEAR A STREAM🥺🙈🤧

I CAN IMAGINE THAT TOO OMFMG I AM SOBBING :( THIS IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING HE WOULD DO AND ALREADY HAS DONE :((

OH GAWD HOW IT MUST FEEL TO BE THE ONE WHO CREATED THE ENTIRE VAMP SPECIES ... TO SEE YEARS OF THIS PAINFUL WORLD... TO EXPERIENCE EVERY FKING THING AND YET BE MADE TO FEEL SO HELPLESS BY A HUMAN GIRL HE JUST MET... WE DONT APPRECIATE AND UNDERSTAND YG ENOUGH! NO WE DONT!

sTOP omfg I am gonna sob wtfff noooo this is breaking my heart :((

Thank you so much for this message! I really missed talking to you 🥺💜💗

[yandere-romanticaa]

It was neck and neck, but this old man won! It's your time to shine daddy Lilia!

Yandere alphabet.

ft! Lilia Vanrouge. 💚

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Lilia is very touchy feely and he makes sure that his arm is at least around your waist if he's close to you - he can't help himself, you're just that cute! And I wouldn't describe it as intense per say, just a tad suffocating. He'll leave you be if he sees that you really need it but chances are, the two of you will be glued by the hip.

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

That's a tricky question because Lilia is quite hard to pin down. If he does create a mess no living soul would ever know unless he just flat out tells someone. Chances are, he probably won't even need to lift a finger - everyone knows who he is so there is no point for his hands to get dirty.

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Ah, he'd be such a tease, downright cruel even. He'll taunt them for not paying attention to all the warning signs and red flags, actively gaslighting his darling in the process. His words cut deeper then any blade and darling will have to learn that the hard way.

D - Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Honestly? Not really, no. He wants his darling to come to him by their own will, even if it is twisted in the end. It really doesm't matter to him in the end though as their happily ever after is pretty much here.

E - Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It would take Lilia some time to fully open up to his darling. He's used to being the caretaker, not the other way around. But once comfortable he will open up his heart.

F - Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Lilia would enjoy it a bit at first but if his darling keeps being persistent he will be very upset. Why can't they just live out their lives in love and peace...?

G - Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He treats it as both a serious matter and a game at the same time. He's curious to see at how his darling will fall for it and despite him messing around he will toughen up if need be.

H - Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the first time Lilia had tortured them. His knowlege of the human body is.... erie, shall we say...

I - Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Why, marriage of course! Lilia wants nothing more then to spend the rest of his days with his darling. Wouldn't that be a dream come true? Oh, he'd love a family, with lots and lots of kids! He'd be the best dad in the world, he can already see it! With his ambitions set in motion chances are that this will be happening sooner rather than later.

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He says that he doesn't get jealous but really, that's just a lie. This old man just doesn't want to admit the fact that he fears that he may be boring to his darling and anything of the sorts. If he does get jealous, he just cuddles his darling until he gets better. The perfect payment, yes?

K - Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's the same pretty much all the time, he's protective and affectionate, very sweet too! Just give him some love and he'll go away....~

L - Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Very old fashioned with a hint of playfulness. This old man knows exactly what strings to pull and there is no stopping him. Once his sight is set on his darling, it is endgame.

M - Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He shows his true colours in a subtle way, no one really figures out what they are once it is too late.

N - Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Probably by taking away their privacy and then his punishments will get worse and worse. It really all depends on the severity of darling's crime and Lilia can get even stricter if need be...

O - Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

It all depends on darlings attitude. If they are kept line he will keep himself in line too.

P - Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Lilia's endless patience is downright disturbing. He is like a spider just waiting to snatch up his prey and then tear it apart with no remorse what so ever. It also helps that he has all the time in the world to deal with pretty much anything so in case his darling ever tries to pull something, Lilia will just figure something out and stop them.

Q - Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. He'd tell himself that he could handle it, that he was used to death, but he could never get past this. Lilia is probably going to cast some sort of spell on his darling to ensure that their souls are conected for the rest of their days. The poor old man just doesn't want his heart to be broken once more.

R - Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Guilt is something that Lilia almost never feels and that would be the case here as well. He is doing this for darlings well being, Lilia knows best! And he'd never let his darling go - once they're in his clutches, there is no getting out.

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

If he is being honest with himself, he is not quite sure. He mostly blames it on his old age and the fact that he's seen so many humans dissapear in a flash, just like that. And if that were to happen to his beloved... He'd mourn for an eternity.

T - Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

A more sadistic side of him would enjoy such a display - please dear, don't stop. He likes to hear all the little noises you make, they're all just so adorable. ~

But if his darling starts giving him the cold shoulder, Lilia won't be happy about it. He'll poke them and scare them, until he can finally get some sort of reaction, even if it wasn't the one he wanted.

U -Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Well for one thing, he is a lot more creative and fun than your average yandere. He gets away with his obvious stalking and his comments go unnoticed by pretty much everyone, even his darling. His magic is also something to behold and any person that at least has half a braincell would know not to mess with Lilia. He may be small, but he really can be dangerous.

V - Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Despite his cheery exterior, Lilia never actually shows any weakness. That is mostly because his darling themselves are his prime time weakness, along with Silver, Malleus and Sebek of course. The only real way to hurt Lilia would be to hurt those three but let's be real, darling can't even approach them. The last thing to do in that situation would be if darling starts hurting themselves but Lilia would take all the sharp objects away the moment darling just pricks a finger.

W - Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

On purpose? Never. Out of necessity? Definitely. You see, all Lilia wants is for his darling to be happy, and how can they be happy if he is being cruel? He's torn over this, but there are times when he just has to put his foot down and remind his darling of their place, no matter how much it may hurt them.,

X - Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

His darling is pretty much family to him so he'd go to great lenghts to ensure darling's safety. As for winning them over, he can get pretty cheeky but his flirting mostly subtle, blink and you'll miss it, but it still has that long lasting affect of keeping darling up at night. Just like how Lilia wants it.

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Once Lilia realizes that he fell for someone he is going straight for the kill. You only get to live once, what is the point of hidding his affections? He will be a massive tease though~!

Z - Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He does have a sadistic side but Lilia truly does not want to do this. He fell for his darling for a reason, he doesn't want them to just be a shell of their former selves. His ideal situation is that his darling remains mostly docile with just a hint of the rebellious fire he fell for in the first place. He can break his darling but he doesn't want to. So for everyone's sake, keep it that way.

Tags: @yourlittlerunt , @phantomness @pumpkiethepie, @twst-rose-prisms, @tsuisute, @delusional-obsessions, @teralavey, @minoux-x, @tiaragqueen

[sexen-sven]

Lucius malfoy

Warning this contains: smut, multiple orgasm, spanking, harsh words, knife play

Things you should know before you read:

(s/c) - skin colour

(h/c) - hair colour

(Y/n) - your name

(l/n) - last name ( your)

Somewhere below the Malfoy manor in a deep red room that was heavily enchanted with no escape laid a girl with beautiful (s/c) skin on the beautiful deep red silk sheets already pooled in her own cum and blood, chained by each extending limb to a post of the bed, blindfolded, and two thick silicon vibrating dildos from the Muggle word ranging from the sizes of 6-8 inches deeply shoved in her soaked cunt.

While the rest of her body was littered in either blue and purple bruises/hickeys, dried up blood, or wounds that were still slightly bleeding out.

In this very room all you could hear were the screaming and moans that erupted from this girls mouth as she tried to stop the dildos to continue letting her over stimulate yet again, none the less it was proven difficult with her legs being spread apart so nicely giving anyone who walked in a clear view of her throbbing pussy as she pulled against the chains on her arms

This girl was an order member and known as the black cat around the Wizarding word she was: y/n l/n

~ㅅ~

At the top of the Malfoy manor

It was quiet nothing but the quill being used to write by the head of the house hold; Lucius Malfoy. As the manor was nearly empty except for the few house elf's and their master, as his wife was out of town and his son far away at Hogwarts.

Stress and fed up with his work Lucius sighs as he runs a hand through his long, silky platinum blond hair.

"Bloody fudge...laying out all this work for me" Lucius mutter to him self but then thought back to his little slut, play toy, his mere pet being tortured by him to get more answers to the dark lord in a room beneath his office.

Smirking to himself he decided to go pay his little whore a visit. Tossing his papers aside he powerfully waved his hand over the floor right under his seat making the ground ever so slightly shaking a portion of it sliding off aside revealing a stair case to a darkly lit passage way.

A wave of his hand was all it took for the powerful dark wizard to open a securely, heavily guarded door charmed and casted with many spell.

Making his way down Lucius started to unbuckle his belt, loosen his robes, all while running his hand through his hair getting comfortable and ready to strip.

Reaching the final step Lucius look around seeing the familiar corridor lined up with candles alone each wall going in a liner path, a space for each door.

Each door had a different purpose but the one door with heavy metal plating and a secure surrounding was the one that Lucius had visited quite often.

As it's purpose was: his personal sex torture room

Lucius took long strides power defining every step he took and when he finally reached the room he waved his hand yet again and the door open.

~ㅅ~

with a swift movement and a thud of something heavy opening you gathered all your remaining energy and lifted your head to see if it was the the usual house elf to change your sheets or the one who was keeping you captive here.

With exhausted eyes Lucius came into your view,

"Ma-Master !" was what came out of the (h/c) girl mouth with a huff as it took some strength to even talk when there was so much pleasure pulsing through your veins.

Lucius just looked down towards where you laid and just smirks and stares at you and says nothing as he strips into his boxers.

You watch him walk over to you with his wand and he mumbles something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch but you knew what it was as you felt a rush pleasure forming a quick knot in you and near to breaking

He had just increased the speed of the dildos

"Ahhhh...mmm...I'm gonna cum" you scream out as you release your high

"Who said you could cum in my presence" Lucius asked you, no more like demanded for an answer

You cowered in fear and looked to the other side as you tried to avoid his terrifying gaze, but shivers still were sent down ur spine as you heard a louder voice, Lucius's louder voice thundering across the room asserting his dominance

"I asked you who let you cum in my bloody presence, do not make me repeat myself y/n" he demanded again

".... no one" you quietly mumbled out

He peered down at you "what" he question in disbelief while harshly grabbing your jaw turning it as he slowly caressed your lips

u looked anywhere but his eyes and then finally tried to yell out "no one master....I'm sorry master"

Smirking he looked at you "hmm...that's better you little cumslut" he harshly spat you

you whimpered as you felt his cold hand brutally

Rub your bud and soon enough slide both the dildos out and shoved two digits in instead and started thrusting in such a fast pace you just accepted it pushing ur hips forward moaning along the way

Every few moments he would rub his thumb over the open slit of your carven and trace around your pussy in a such a way teasing you further

Slowing adding another finger you we're going to have another orgasm

"Mmm...ahhh!! Let me cum!...please master!" You kept begging Lucius and you didn't want to repeat the same mistake

"Hold it" Lucius told you in a stern voice

Thick hot tears where streaking your cheeks as you tried to continue hold your high in for some more time

"I can't...ahhh...master" and you finally released after a lengthy moan

Lucius look at you with fury "didn't I say to hold it in you stupid whore"

With a rough force he grabbed each chain and broke it, then flipping you with your arse over his lap

"You deserve a punishment..*scoff* cumming twice in my presence without permission" Lucius said to you in a sly tone while he started caressing your ass, following with his rough hand then coming in contact with your ass turning it a bright shade red, a hand print taking form on one cheek

"Please Lucius I'm sorry...ahhh" you tried to beg but another slap was struck making ur butt slightly shake

"Ahhh...but that's not my name, and I thought I told you to count my little whore" he spat in a teasing but dominant manor

Once again spanking you

"mmm...th-..thre-" not even getting to finish, but Lucius already has stuck his hand harshly against your soft (s/c) skin

"FOUR eeep" you said through pain but pleasure was also laced through your voice

~ㅅ~

"haaa...haaa thir...thirty...ni- nine" you said breathlessly

With another spank already on your arse now looking blue and purple due to bruising in some area but still bright red covering most of it he caressed your ass one again like he had the few time through giving you, your punishment before slapping ur cheeks again

"For- forty...nghhh" you said with a dry mouth, tears running down your ass, but most of all you enjoyed every. last. S p a n k.

A amused hum escaped Lucius' lips as he caressed your ass yet again in a slow motion "have you learned our lesson hmmm y/n? " he questioned

"Mmm mhmm " you said muffled as you nodded with your head buried deep

"Mmmm let's reward you shall we" he told you with a grinned plastered on his gorgeous face as he walked over to a drawer (cabinet) and he skimmed his eye across the drawer and pick up a small sleek black and red butterfly knife and made his way back towards you.

In a fashionable manner he opened the knife and ran his hand over the under ur breast and gave you a slight squeeze on your right breast and he then started to crave in 'cum slut' in capital letters that made that area slightly bleed out.

As he carved that in your skin you felt a slight sting rush through your vein and you tried to get out of his hold but he places a firm hand on you

"Stop squirming y/n" He told you as he continues to crave into you

When finished he pushed you roughly with you ass sitting up in the air and in a swift movement he took his boxers off and without any warnings shives his thick lengthy cock into you and started to thrust without letting you catch your breath or adjust to his size.

Groaning while giving you no stop as he continues to pound into you while grabbing a hold of your waist with one arm and hold back both your arms with his other hand as you were screaming and moaning while he constantly hit your g spot over and over again, and you just couldn’t get enough, while you buried your head in deep into the deep red sheets as your eyes felt as if they were rolling into the back of your head and you’re toes curling and squeezed as your stomach churned in pleasure

~ㅅ~

After some time you felt him twitch and get sloppy and he just kept on going

While moaning you yelled out “ahhh...mmmm please master pleasee”

While continuing with a steady voice he asks “please what my toy, what do you want from your master, come on don’t be shy” he toyed with you

“mhmmm pleas cum on me master....fill me up with all your cum...ahhh ha” you said shamelessly not thinking about anything else but wanting him to release his thick hot seed all in you

He starts slowly but sloppily making his way up your body leaving wet hickeys behind earning very lewd moans from you as he then starts groaning in your ear while he cums in you

With a last thrust he pulls out and let’s go of your body and watches you collapse on to the bed having no support to hold you up and your legs shaking in bliss satisfaction

Lucius with a quick wave of his wand changes the sheets new and has the house elf clean you up while he watches your chest rise and fall as you sleep with a peaceful look his gets dressed, takes a seat right beside where you sleep, while gently brushing your hair aside, covering your body up but is shaken when he sees your body move and your arm wrap around him with a smile ghosting upon your lips as you continue to sleep

He decided he would stay there a bit longer until the house elf abruptly came into the room and announced with his head slightly bowing to his owners back “mistress has returned home master”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed that if you have any more requests I will try my best to write them I hope that you can give me feedback since I am a new writer please don’t be afraid to request

[statelies]

(   *  💀  /  jessie mei li, questioning, she/they )  —  is that emmeline vance i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are industrious & compassionate as well as blunt & graceless. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re muggleborn, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: falling asleep studying over open books, split open pomegranates, working under flickering candlelight, casual intimacy between friends, a kitchen full of laughter.

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Izzie Stevens (Grey’s Anatomy), Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy) (+ Sara Ramirez, the they/she icon we all deserve), Kara Danvers (Supergirl), Charles Boyle (Brooklyn 99), Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone), Janet (Not a Girl) (The Good Place), Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds).

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Implied Racism.

LINKS: Pinterest. Playlist (Coming Soon).

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

I N T R O

full name ➵ Emmeline Huan Vance

nicknames ➵ Emmy; Emma; Line; Em; Melly; Melsy; Vance; Hurricane

pronouns ➵ she/they/her/them

birthdate / age ➵ October 24th, 1959, 09:47 am / 20 years old

birthplace ➵ Brighton, East Sussex

childhood home ➵ Unknown home in Brighton, East Sussex — 162 Orchard Croft, Harlow, Essex

current residence ➵ Hogwarts, Scotland

religion ➵ agnostic; paternal grandparents were Methodist ( Protestant ) while maternal grandparents were also Christian

occupation ➵ full - time student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

P H Y S I C A L

height ➵ 5 feet, 2 inches / 157.5 cm

weight ➵ 48 kg / 106lb

body type ➵ hourglass shaped figure

hair ➵ dark brown, bordering on black; soft and wavy

eye color ➵ dark brown

dominant hand ➵ right

FC ➵ Jessie Mei Li

voice ➵ Jessie Mei Li

special characteristics ➵

small waist

has a birthmark on her right ankle that looks like an apple

pierced septum

smells of ➵

lavender hand lotion

pomegranate

cardamom, jasmine and orange blossom perfume

E M O T I O N A L

zodiac ➵ scorpio sun (x); sagittarius rising; cancer moon

MBTI ➵ ISFJ (“The Defender”)

positive traits ➵ industrious; compassionate; generous; warmhearted; benevolent; selfless; observant; honest; personable; kind.

negative traits ➵ blunt; graceless; meticulous; well-meaning; impatient; internalizes feelings; oversensitive; tactless; overbearing; clumsy.

likes ➵ Pumpkin pasties; duelling club; laughter; the rush of incoming patients; cooking for friends; Ballycastle Bats; Diagon Alley; being barefoot at the beach; roadtrips; apple juice; hugs from friends; nicknames; vanilla candles; the heat of a boiling cauldron; Sugar Quills; warm sweaters; pizza; pomegranate seeds; cheek kisses; taking photographs; finishing essays early; coffee with milk and two sugars; Queen; Aston Villa; cats

dislikes ➵ spam (the food); apparition; the Daily Prophet; starless nights; Kenmare Kestrels; karaoke; losing bets; skinned knees; snakes; pigeons; the colour fuschia (it’s too bright); ticking clocks; banana flavouring; funerals; Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans; Celestina Warbeck; mayonnaise; blue M&Ms; her lao ye; the word mudblood; leprechauns; fans of Kenmare Kestrels; losing football matches; witch Halloween costumes; rugby

amortentia ➵

birthday cake

fresh mint

old books

orange blossom

M A G I C

blood status ➵ muggleborn

wand ➵ Aspen, dragon heartstring core, 8 inches, hard

wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

patronus ➵ Hippo

E D U C A T I O N

Hogwarts class ➵ Hufflepuff, 1981

extracurriculars ➵

Hufflepuff Prefect / September 1979 - June 1981

Herbology Club & Greenhouse Keepers / September 1977 - June 1981

Toothill Duelling Club / September 1979 - June 1981

Wenlock Study Club / September 1979 - June 1981

courses & exams ➵

Ancient Runes - O

Astronomy - E

Charms - O

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - O

Muggle Studies - O

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

Care of Magical Creatures - E

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

health ➵

walnut allergy

hayfever

pets ➵

Jíngyi; the long-eared owl

Shu; the white cat

handwriting ➵ Abuget

F A M I L Y

Deirdre (née Wilkinson) Vance ➵ paternal grandmother; retired nurse; deceased May. 1980

Edward Vance ➵ grandfather; retired soldier and miner; deceased Jan. 1980

Xiulan Wong ( Wong Xiulan ) ➵ maternal grandmother (lao lao); homeschooled; housewife; alive

Da Wong ( Wong Da ) ➵ maternal grandfather (lao ye); homeschooled; shop-owner; alive

Dr. Cillian Vance ➵ father; worked for/with the Red Cross UK (and the Hong Kong Red Cross); alive

Mei (née Wong) Vance ➵ mother; teaching assistant; alive

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌

emmeline had always known they were different. at first, it was because of her skin, the way she looked and spoke and could never find anyone to play with on the playground, her chinese middle name and her lao lao being the one to pick her up from school every morning. she would cry to her mother at night, cling to her arms like they were the port keeping her safe from the storm, and listen to her father sing, voice warm and tender as she drifted to sleep, but she never got the answers for why she was treated differently — never got answers for why she was the only non-white child in her school, never got answers for why they hated her so much, hated her existence. but she weathered through primary school, finding her footing in secondary school with her only friend, aisha, who never cared that she was different, that sometimes she could do things that nobody else seemed able to do, that she’d been encouraged to always tell the truth, nothing but the truth, that sometimes she’d say things that hurt, things that stung even though she never meant for them to.

for a while, the feeling of being wholly different faded, or at least, emmeline didn’t notice it quite so prominently anymore, and then suddenly it appeared again — but this time it had been because she didn’t know if she always felt like a girl. not a girl in the traditional sense, anyway, not some days. she liked dresses and fancy heeled shoes and tiaras, but found herself equally at home in plaid shirts and her father’s way-too-big suit jacket and kicking around a football, and for a half-asian barely a teenage… person (she’s still working on it), suspended constantly between two identities, it confused them (even though they’re perfectly aware now that those things are superficial, but the feeling still remains). the only person they ever talked to about it back then was aisha — their lifeline, their best friend, the one their parents reluctantly approved of because they had been so lonely for so long. while aisha was crushing on boys, sweaty and loud and just this side of too teasing, and starting to wear makeup and changing herself, emmeline was trying to find where she fit in, trying to understand who she was, who she is, why they feel so different.

in the midst of all that, emmeline’s letter to hogwarts came. just another difference for emmeline to feel, the knowledge that they have magic was unexpected and tore her family in two. the family she loved - her mother, her father, her lao lao and lao ye, and granny and pops - all had differing opinions on whether or not to accept it, whether or not to send them to school and deal with the fact, up front, that emmeline was, and always would be, special. in the end, emmeline’s pops snuck her out, following instructions from a professor mcgonagall, to find diagon alley, the place where emmeline suddenly felt she fit in. she could feel the magic in the air, could feel it almost crackling in the space around her, almost inviting her in. of course, it took some time — a little too much time, really — to buy everything she needed, and when she cried into her ice cream on the way home, overwhelmed and tired and feeling so many things, he was the one who held her all the way home. 

he and their granny were the only ones there to send them off the hogwarts that first year, their parents reluctant to accept anything so unnatural about their child, but emmeline hardly cared at the time (even though it hit them later that night and they sobbed into their pillow), too excited to remember to even wave, too excited to remember to cry because she was leaving behind the only friend she’d ever truly known, and when they saw hogwarts, that castle appearing, they just knew. they were home. she knows, after years and years of being torn between two identities on so many different fronts, that people aren’y happy she’s here, happy she has magic, happy she calls this place her home away from home, that she laughs loud at the hufflepuff table and wears yellow and black face paint for quidditch matches and tried out for the muggle football team, but there’s nothing they can say to change who she is, her pride in the blood flowing through her veins, in the magic at her fingertips. emmeline’s always known they’re different, but having magic, being home at hogwarts, is the first time she’s ever felt proud to be so.

[diamondcamefromhell]

Blood Moon

Part One of the Blood Moon series

A/N: for A/N see after the fic

Blood Moon summary: Lena (pronounced as Le-na, not Leena) is a renounced witch, a grisha feared. Aleksander goes by many names, not many of which ring true. The pair is similar in more ways than one, but also as different as can be. One seeks power, another fears what the hunger might cost them both, however there is something about the darkness that invited them both. They meet in the middle, where the world collides. 

Important info: this takes place before the shadow and bone/six of crows, before there even is a shadow fold, and there isnt that much information about grishaverse in those times (note i havent looked much outside what books provide) i am taking a lot of creative freedom with it!

enjoy!

Lena wasn‘t sure how she ended up here, but she knew better than to ask questions. Aleksander, as she knew him, was a kind man. To her. Or maybe she was just one more foolish girl to him, whichever it was, he had accepted her for who she was.

A blood witch, many called her. All across Ravka and even beyond. They both had extraordinary talents, but for whatever reason, Aleksander was more accepted than her. Or, as accepted as grisha could be in these times. However, Lena remembered making the King himself kneel before her, then downing his entire army to do the same.

The power she felt, the name she earned. She used to wear lifeless colours, blending in, but she wore deepest of reds now, which seemed to be more fitting. It matched Aleksanders black attire quite nicely.

She counted herself lucky to even know him by that name, as he would never use it nowadays. He was known as something else, a shadow just passing through.

Aleksander was looking at the girl now, remembering his own mother, who once pretended to go by that name too – just like Lena did now. To him, she was Telyna, but for many reasons she didn’t like sharing, she despised that name.

Telyna was who she was before she became worthy of being a blood witch, it was a time of drowning and fear and pain. She broke through, but it cost her greatly, sometimes she wondered if it cost her humanity herself.

Aleksander liked that about her, as she stood there, glowing and graceful, radiating the power she had within. He saw the army kneel against their will. The world could be theirs, as they knew it.

But he needed to get stronger, to be worthy to stand next to her.

Lena looked at the man as shadows danced around them and he caught her gaze, smirking. The shadow extended, and she couldn’t see the light anymore.

“Impressive.” She said lazily, rubbing her hands on her cloak.

“Not enough to take down an entire army.” He said, letting the shadows drop – sunlight returned making Lena cover her eyes.

“No, I’m afraid not.” She agreed as he came to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She felt the surge of power rush through her, as a reminder that he is an amplifier. Her mind for a second thought about what she could be is she bore his bones permanently, but she chased the thought away.

“Together we could-“

“Have the Ravka, Shu Han, Fjerda. Our reach might take Ketterdam and the whole world.” She finished as Aleksander just grinned.

She glanced at him and he involuntarily stepped back. His face grew tense but there was playfulness behind his eyes.

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t do that.” She let him go, dropping herself to the grass and staring at the surrounding area. They were in an opening in a forest north of Ravka, close to the border.

“I thought we agreed not to discuss your plans to take over the world, Aleksander.” He pressed his lips tightly. This was a discussion neither of them really enjoyed.

“You almost took down the king.” Lena shot him a glance, sending him to his knees. He grunted but remained silent.

“It was for his treatment of grisha. Now he may never forget that if we wished to, we could destroy him and all he stands for.” Her voice trembled in anger. “That was his final warning.”

“Until he hurts another grisha.” Lena looked at Aleksander, who was still on his knees, staring at her. Shadows seeped out of him, seemingly not out of his will. She looked away.

“Then I will have him bring me his own head.” She said through her teeth. The woman couldn’t see Aleksander grin, as if he was twisting up a plan.

She only heard grass move and they were surrounded by darkness again. Even in it, she could see Aleksanders face change, as his shoulder relaxed, his skin began to glow. He looked better the further the darkness reached, and Lena wondered, what was happening to his soul in these moments.

Was he letting the darkness out, hence the glow, or was he letting it in, nest inside of him tainting all there is, eating him from inside out.

Lena has met Baghra once, even if she has been acquainted with Aleksander for some years now. The woman looked at her son with so much love, the girl felt herself grow jealous, even if just a little. But there was something behind her eyes there too, and only weeks later Lena had realized it was fear.

At first, she thought that it was for him, but perhaps it was for the world. Aleksander seemed to grow more and more power hungry every day he spent traveling across Ravka with her. They had no goals. After their visit to the royal court, they were both, hunted and feared.

But neither of those things really gave them power. And Aleksander wanted power.

Lena was scared to let him too close. To drink up his darkness, out of fear for becoming more like him, for wanting the world. She hated herself for what she did at court, yet she felt ecstatic about it too – using her power to it’s full potential. The fear in their faces.

She couldn’t see her cloak anymore, but the dark red was getting in her skin like permanent ink. She was owning the blood witch status. She loved being a scary story kids, to otkazat’sya. She was legend, she was seen and feared.

She hated how it made her feel. But she loved it too. She understood Aleksander better than anyone.

The sun reached her again as the man looked at her, gracing her with a full-toothed smile.

“That was better.” For a moment, he looked like a child. They never discussed their true age, but in the many lifetimes they are yet to have, perhaps they were just kids now. Two small children playing with fire they might not be able to contain.

“It was.” She said, against her better judgement.

There was a steam nearby. She felt the water as she was a Tidemaker, a name that seemed to stick to those of Small Magic who learnt how to manipulate water. She couldn’t see it behind the trees, but her lips twitched as the tried to hold back a grin.

She lifted her arm, twisting it a little, and then flicking it. Water rushed from its source, soaking Aleksander who seemed to be struck by it unexpectedly. He was staring at her in disbelief as she allowed the water to fully drop, her laugh echoing across the forest.

“You should see your face.” She was bent over with laughter, but she still could see Aleksander biting back a smile too, until he burst out laughing. Lena knew he must be freezing though, so she did her best to get water off of him and his clothes once they had finished laughing.

They set camp then, sitting close by the fire. There was a comfortable silence between then as it seemed they have had all of the conversations through the years. Lena still felt herself yearn to hear him speak, tell a story of his earlier life, but he didn’t have many happy ones.

Nor did she.

“Do you think there is more people like us?” She asked, curiously, watching the embers in the fire.

“There aren’t anybody else like us.” Aleksander was looking at the girl, so she met his dark eyes. “And there never will be.”

“What makes you say that?” Lena asked as Aleksander smirked, closing his eyes and leaning in. Her heart skipped a beat as the girl shut her own eyes, but the man simply landed his forehead on hers.

“You and me, we are going to change the world.”

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A/N: Hey, hey, so, I am kinda back? Idk if I will be writing Y/N fics (tho I do plan to do it) Ive had this idea of Darkling [kinda] fic for awhile, and i have it started on AO3 HOWEVER, the story there takes place in Grishaverse as we know it, aka, around Shadow and Bone trilogy era, whereas what I am sharing here is the backstory of Lena and Darkling, so I hope y’all enjoyed?? Let me know what u think, anonymous feedback can be left on my ask page. This part is short and they all might be, so i can get them out faster, that is if you actually like it?

either way, shooting my shot.

CANT WAIT FOR TV SHOW

[missturtleduck]

hi i saw ur requests were open and i would love if u could do a sokka x reader :) where reader is really shy and he likes to tease her and flirt with her to see her all flustered but she denies him actually liking her bc she thinks it’s just his personality to be funny like that. but then there’s the classic oh no there’s only one bed thing? thank you!

Ooooh I loved writing this! Tropes? Love them. Fluff? So fun, so sweet. I hope you enjoy, anon, and have a very happy holiday! <3

Teasing

Sokka x shy!Reader

It was a well-known fact that Sokka was a tease.

Now, he wasn’t a tease in the common sense, more that he took some joy in being a so-called comedian. Y/N seemed to be the person in their gang that got the brunt of his teasing. Every time he came up with some sarcastic quip, she would laugh along with everyone else – though most of the time she was the only one who found him funny – but then there were the other times.

She had been sparring with Zuko, who was surprisingly adept with swords for a bender, when Sokka had come by whistling with faux innocence. As he took a seat on the floor, his eyes were trained on the fight. Feeling his blue-eyed gaze boring into her, she felt her entire body flush. Steadying her breathing, Y/N pushed down the flustered flutter bats inhabiting her stomach. A frustrated cry escaped her lips as she pinned Zuko’s blades to the floor with her own.

“Sokka,” She breathed out, hating how hot she felt. “Sokka, w-what are you doing?”

He grinned. “Just enjoying the view. You know, I always thought red was Zuko’s colour, but you are boasting a lovely shade today.”

Absently, Y/N put a palm to her face, only becoming more flustered as she realised her skin had in fact became darker. As the blood rushed faster through her body, she looked desperately at Zuko for some reprieve.

“Sokka, are you here for any reason other than being a complete clown?” Zuko said, sighing in pure exasperation even as Y/N had him pinned.

The boy ignored him completely. “Has anyone ever told just how adorable you are? Because you really are.”

“Sokka,” Zuko said again, his voice less patient. “Go away before we make you.”

“Alright, alright,” He tutted, hands in the air as if in surrender. “I’ll leave you two to your dance lessons. Call me if you fall; I’ll come and catch you.”

Waiting for him to be out of earshot, Y/N groaned, dropping her sword and freeing Zuko. Her entire face was on fire. Sure, it was a metaphor, a hyperbolic one at that, but if Zuko decided to shove his ignited palm in her face, it would not manage to be as hot as she was feeling now. It might be slightly less sweaty. Ew.

Lowering herself to the ground, she sat, stretching out her aching limbs, pouring water over her roasting head. Y/N, needless to say, was mortified by Sokka’s teasing, but when was she not? She was somewhat shyer than her female friends; Katara had this maternal instinct about her that kicked into overdrive as soon as someone seemed needy. It was honestly scarier than the Avatar State. Toph was just... Toph. The girl was at least four years younger than Y/N and utterly terrifying, approaching people and situations with no fear. Then there was Suki. Suki had a knack of getting people to like her, being the loveable, charismatic leader, she was.

And that left Y/N.

Y/N struggled being heard in many a conversation. Ask her to take a compliment? No. No. Not happening. No thank you. Her shy demeanour was labelled cute by a few different people, though they all seemed to be joking – especially Sokka.

“Do you want me to sort him out for you?”

Y/N looked up, meeting Zuko’s very serious gaze for just a moment before staring at the ground. “No, it’s okay. He’s like that with everyone.”

“What?” Zuko frowned, slumping to the ground too. “What are you on about? He doesn’t flirt with everyone!”

“That wasn’t flirting!” She insisted, feeling that bashful flush creeping in again. 

“He was just teasing, like he does with everyone!”

Zuko’s lips quirked. “He called you adorable.”

“Yesterday, he called Momo adorable.”

“He said you flushed was your colour.”

“And he said that red was yours, sunshine.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’ll catch you if you fall!”

Y/N stammered. “He could have been talking to either of us!”

There was some silence between them. Y/N didn’t usually mind sitting in silence with Zuko, who was just as awkward as her most of the time. However, the wide, toothy grin like a catgator’s was highly disconcerting.

“Zuko, I don’t know what you’re seeing, but he wasn’t flirting,” Y/N said finally, quietly commanding. “He’s just messing around like he usually does.”

The prince sighed, suppressing his mischievous grin. Raising his swords, the pair charged each other again.

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In the midst of a war, there wasn’t much space for fun. With the constant movement between the Western Air Temple and many significant locations to build their defences after the Day of Black Sun, Y/N found she hardly had time for anything other than training and strategizing. Sure, she may be considered meek when compared to her peers, but her mind was sharper than her blade.

After watching Aang master firebending, Sokka masterminding a prison break, and Katara nearly murdering a man – all with Zuko’s help – she had some whiplash. She might even say that she had been somewhat blindsided by them, but she didn’t particularly mind. It was when they moved onto Ember Island, however, that Y/N found there to be an issue. In all the excitement, or terror, of being separated from Haru and the others, and possibly murdering Sparky Sparky Boom Man, the gang ended up hiding out on Ember Island.

Spirits, did Y/N love the sunshine. The sand? Not so much, nor the swimsuits. Nevertheless, she much preferred it to Aang’s beloved ancestral temple.

“Okay,” Zuko said as they all collected together in the house, “So there’s a bit of an issue.”

“Fire Nation?” Katara asked, eyes narrowing.

“Worse,” Zuko said, voice grave. “There are seven of us, and only six beds.”

The teenagers all looked between each other with varying looks of embarrassment and disgust. It was Toph who spoke first.

“Well, I for one do not want to share a room,” She scoffed, stomping her foot – a reminder of her power. “I can already hear all of you when we sleep on the ground. I am not missing out on my chance for a quiet night of sleep.”

“That seems fair,” Zuko hummed as he pulled a hat off of a dresser. “Everyone else, unless they have some reason why not, will put their name in here.”

Sokka whined, pointing his finger at the heir of the Fire Nation. “Fine! But they should get the biggest bedroom.”

Y/N swore Zuko smirked. “Done.”

Sat on the floor watching him write names, the group waited anxiously to see who would be sharing a room at least for that night. Mixing up bits of paper, he seemed to be building up some bravado, akin to a showman about to pull a jackalope out of a hat.

“Sokka.”

The boy cursed under his breath as Zuko continued on with his little show, the piece of paper disintegrating as easily as a leaf floating in a breeze.

“And Y/N!”

She met Zuko’s eye, entire body hot, sending a psychic message along the lines of sprits, no, Zuko, no, please, Zuko, don’t do this.

Despite the fact that Y/N knew Sokka was only joking with his teasing, somewhere along the line she had ended up falling for it – for him. It was sudden and violent, the way a meteor crashed through the atmosphere, roaring, brilliant, and completely obliterating anything in its path. Currently, Y/N was that metaphorical meteorite, burning up and crashing into the earth.

Since Zuko apparently couldn’t read minds, she chanced a glance at Sokka. She expected some sort of joke, a quip, anything. Instead, he was deadly silent, stony in his face, staring too at Zuko. Was he blushing, or was she making it up in her head? This question soon slipped from her brain as she those baby blue eyes were staring straight at her.

Tui and La, Agni, spirits above; he hated her.

“Cool!” She said, though it came out more like a squeak. “I’ll see you tonight, I guess.”

“Y/N, we have the entire day before- “

She cut Suki off. “Yep, busy today! Busy, busy, busy. Plenty of strategic planning to do before the big day!”

And she was gone. Even Aang, renowned creator of the air scooter, had never seen a person move so fast, and Y/N wasn’t even a bender. In her haste, she didn’t catch the sly looks, nor the disapproving one courtesy of Katara. She definitely didn’t catch the shy grin on Sokka’s face, muddled with complete embarrassment. Getting as far away from the house as possible was her current goal, and she achieved it with insane speed – and longevity.

For an entire day, Y/N managed to see none of her friends, excluding Appa and Momo. Her animal friends seemed very concerned and very interested in her noughts and crosses diagrams in the black volcanic sand of Ember Island. It was only when Yue began to rise above the horizon that she thought it would be safe to come out. With what felt like a walk of shame, she trekked back to the beach house, a sleeping Momo cradled in her arms like a baby. Even Appa, who had been occupied with all sorts of made-up games throughout the day, was beginning to sway, eyes drooping, weighed down by sleep. Settling them down in the warm sand, Y/N climbed the wooden stairs.

Being quiet used to get her everywhere unseen; it didn’t work that night. Wordless, her friends’ good night wishes falling on deaf ears, she entered the biggest bedroom, alone. Falling face first onto the bed, she muffled a frustrated scream into one of the too many decadent pillows adorning it. Heaving herself onto her back, Y/N groaned dramatically with the effort it took. This bed was so soft. She tried to think of a more comfy, luxurious bed she had ever been on – and failed. The four-poster frame was casting odd shadows across the dark room. It felt especially lonely.

She felt especially lonely.

Sitting up, a low rumble filled the silence. Her stomach was apparently rather unhappy with the distinct lack of food during the day. Y/N had forgotten about that. She weighed up the options; go out and face embarrassment, or skip dinner for the first time in her life. Fortunately, she needn’t think long.

“So, everyone’s going to bed, and I remembered you hadn’t eaten.”

Sokka.

Of course.

“Oh,” Was all she could manage, mentally kicking herself for her utter lack of articulation. “Th-thanks, Sokka.”

Flicking on the light, the shadows no longer seemed odd, nor did the room feel lonely. There, in the doorway, stood Sokka. He was pretty – something that always took Y/N by surprise even though she saw him every day. Sure, he hadn’t grown into his gangly limbs yet, but he was getting there. His shoulders had gotten broader, his arms larger from training. She couldn’t help but imagine how comfy he’d be to lie against, how warm his hold would be.

“I brought snacks?”

Opening her mouth only to close it again, Y/N felt like a fish thrown mercilessly out of water. Instead, she managed a timid pat on the bed. He was slow to react, slower to move, and she only felt more inadequate. Whatever Zuko thought he saw at the temple was wrong.

“Wow, this bed is soft,” Sokka gasped, bouncing lightly on it like a small child. “It’s like sitting on a cloud!”

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that passed her lips as she took a slice of fruit from the platter he had brought in. For the briefest moment, infinitesimally small, Sokka ceased with his childish antics and just looked. Brightening, he seemed to thrive – delight – in her laughter, continuing to goof about with the numerous pillows and posh looking decor.

“Whoa.”

Y/N looked up at him from her laughing, stomach aching with joy. “What?”

“I didn’t know you could get prettier,” He said, brows furrowed, eyes sparkling.

She turned mute in an instant, feeling that all too familiar flush again, only this time it was close – more intense. Silent, she took another piece of fruit, eating it in moments, anything to give her time. “You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?”

He frowned. “What? No. I’m not- “

“It’s okay if you are!” Y/N insisted, her smile plastered on and her heart aching. “I know you joke about with us all, and it’s just how you are. It’s not a bad thing, and I know you’re just joking and- “

“Y/N,” Sokka said, almost incredulous. “I’m not joking. I have never joked about that kind of thing with you.”

She stopped dead. “What?”

It wasn’t a question – well, not to Sokka at least. That one word was her address to the universe. It was astonishment, frustration, incredulity, sheer joy, so many emotions all wrapped into one simple word. The moments that passed between that word and their locked gaze spoke a thousand more words, sang a hundred more emotions.  

“You didn’t know?”

Her head was empty. “Prettier?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Sokka chuckled weakly, moving the platter to the side.

“Prettier,” Y/N repeated slowly, looking up at him, “As in I was already pretty?”

“Erm, yes?”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Tui and La, yes.”

Oh.

“Okay,” She said, testing the waters, “And you like it when I blush?”

“Yeah, you look cute,” He admitted, sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Looking down, bashful, she recalled training with Zuko. “The word you used was adorable.”

No words came in response to that, only a gentle hand on her cheek. Guiding her face up, Sokka looked at her and saw her. Y/N could see him reaching for words that danced in his mind and away from his grasp, so many more pretty, teasing words he could say. But he wasn’t teasing, not really. He certainly wasn’t when he pressed his lips to hers. It was sweet and easy to melt into; she didn’t need to be shy, not with him.

They shared more sweet kisses, laughing under the moonlight in that fancy bed they got to share. Fruit, a bed, kisses; they shared them all, drifting into an easy sleep as the moon began to slip away into daylight. Basking in the prospect of a lazy morning, they made the most of it.

They weren’t even mad when they found out Zuko rigged the entire thing.

[silver-embersss]

Broken Horns and Broken Hearts Chapter 10

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

TW for festival-typical violence, Techno shoots Tubbo, death etc.

Tubbo woke to someone shaking his shoulder frantically. Blearily, he opened his eyes to a half-asleep Tommy, who upon seeing he was awake let go of his shoulder to help him up.

“Tommy, what…?”

“Tubbo, if you don’t leave now Schlatt’s gonna start getting suspicious! Techno woke me up cos the festival’s gonna start in an hour and if you’re not there-”

The teen tripped over a chest in his hurry, slamming his elbow on the hard ground, but at least it helped him wake up a little.

Tubbo limped over to him, concerned, but Tommy just brushed it off, getting up and rummaging through the chest he’d just tripped over for something.

“Aha!”

He pulled out a rusty iron axe, and Tubbo shuddered at the memory of blood dripping down a wooden handle.

“Here-” Tommy shoved it into his hands before grabbing his arm to pull him up the narrow stairs.

When they reached the clearing outside Pogtopia, Tommy also gave him two stacks of logs.

“If anyone asks, you were getting wood and you got cornered by zombies, okay?”

Tubbo nodded, bewildered but waking up slowly. Tommy seized him in a quick hug then pushed him away, nodding one last time before disappearing back into the ravine. Tubbo used the rusty axe to slice through the brambles, not wanting a repeat of last night, and made his way back to Manburg, hoping and praying that he wasn’t too late.

Thankfully, Tubbo saw no-one on his way back to the White House, so he didn’t have to use Tommy’s poorly-constructed excuse, even if it was the best he could come up with on short notice. The teen had mentioned they had an hour until the festival, so Tubbo freshened up as best he could, wiping the mud and blood off of his skin and changing into a different suit. He re-wrapped the bandages around his horns, and ran over his speech a couple times, finishing up just as Quackity came to get him.

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“And now, I’m gonna put my protege, Tubbo, up on the mic, spit some bars, ya know?”

Tubbo saw Tommy’s face contort briefly in disgust at the word ‘protege’, even from where he stood on the rooftop overlooking the square.

There was silence for a moment and he and Schlatt swapped places, before the president sent them all a threatening glare and the crowd cheered reluctantly.

“Tell them how much you love the president!”

Quackity’s tone sounded friendly and encouraging, but it seemed fake somehow, with the hint of a threat behind it.

“Yeah, talk about how awesome I am!”

Schlatt agreed, grinning wolfishly at him.

The teen could have sworn he heard Techno call ‘Whoo, state secrets!’ from the crowd, and his suspicion was confirmed when Schlatt breathed in his ear:

“Tubbo do not give away any state secrets during this speech, I swear to god.”

Tubbo glanced apprehensively at them both before turning back to the mic with a nervous cough.

“Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen, I- I actually um, I’m, I’m too short to reach the microphone, so it doesn’t uh, do the thing like Schlatt…”

He continued with his lettuce analogy, inflating Schlatt’s ego when he talked about how the president had improved the country. Occasionally, the tyrant butted in to agree, but other than that there was silence throughout the crowd.

“...So with that in mind, I’d like to thank everyone for coming to this wonderful event-”

Tubbo broke off as Schlatt began to chuckle, the microphone picking up the laughter, making it echo across the square.

“W-What’s wrong, Mr. Schlatt?” The teen stammered, glancing up at Tommy for reassurance. This wasn’t part of the script.

“I was just thinking about something, Tubbo. You got anything left in the speech?”

“U-uh, n-no, no, um… let the festival begin, yeah!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Tubbo saw Wilbur push past Tommy and flit like a ghost across the rooftops and out of sight.

Schlatt cleared his throat.

“Here, Quackity, help me do somethin’ real quick.”

The president and his fiance began to pile up yellow concrete around Tubbo, and in seconds he was trapped.

“M-Mr. Schlatt, what are you-”

The crowd began to mutter confusedly as the teen pushed against the fence post that blocked the entrance but kept him visible. He started to panic, and he could see Tommy doing the same. His voice trembled, but he tried to seem calm.

“S-Schlatt, uuuhhhh- what’s g-going on?!”

The president laughed again.

“I’ll cut to the fucking chase, alright Tubbo.

“Ya know it really sucks for me to say this in front of everybody- I mean it’s kind of awkward…”

“S-Schlatt, I- I can’t get out-”

He was focussed on the ram in front of him, baring his teeth in a grim parody of a smile.

“Tubbo, Tubbo, Tubbo. My son. I know what you’ve been up to.”

“What- what are you talking about-”

Schlatt turned to his audience, his laugh turning into a cackle.

“‘What have I been up to’, he says.”

“Schlatt, I- I’m actually- I’m actually t-trapped in here-”

He flinched when the tyrant turned to him with a yell, still addressing the crowd directly.

“HE HAS CONSPIRED, WITH THE IDIOTS! THE TYRANTS, THAT WE KICKED OUT OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY, MONTHS AGO!

“Tubbo I don’t know if you know this, but Treason isn’t exactly a respectable thing around here you know. It all adds up buddy! The absence for great events- I mean you walked off last night!”

Schlatt cackled again, a wild, crazy laugh.

“You know what happens to traitors, Tubbo?”

The teen shook his head, unable to speak.

“Nothing good.”

“Technoblade, you wanna come up here for a second?”

Quackity built The Blade a small ledge to stand on, and the piglin stood there awkwardly, just as confused as Tubbo was.

“Tubbo, as an enemy of the state”, Schlatt continued, “I think we need to send a little message, don’t we. Techno.”

The piglin glanced between the president and Tubbo, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

“What- What are you asking of me Mr. President?”

The dictator grinned.

“I want you to take care of him.”

“What, you want me to take out for dinner or somethin-”

“I don’t want you to take him out for dinner, Techno, I want you TO KILL HIM! RIGHT NOW! ON THIS FUCKING STAGE!

“And make it hurt!”

The crowd erupted in cries. Niki could be heard sobbing from the front row, and even Fundy called for Schlatt to reconsider.

“T-This is a high-stress situation, I deal with these poorly!”

Techno sweated.

Schlatt looked Tubbo dead in the eyes and leaned forward.

“We’re gonna do this again,” He muttered, so only Tubbo could hear.

“And we’re gonna do this right.”

Then he stepped back, looking Techno dead in the eye with a manic glee.

“So what’s it gonna be, Technoblade?”

The piglin glanced nervously between Schlatt and Tubbo. Then he focussed on the teen, loading his crossbow with the festival rockets.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry Tubbo, I’ll try to make it as painless and colourful as possible-”

“Techno what the hell?!” His voice cracked in fear as Schlatt’s laugh echoed around him. The box was too small, too cramped, and Techno was saying something as he levelled the rocket at his eyes but all he could hear was the laughter, that sick, twisted cackle and then the sound of a rocket being lit, too loud too loud-

He felt himself be thrown back against the blackstone seat, red, white and blue sparks dancing across his otherwise black vision. Faintly, as though underwater, he heard Tommy scream his name, over and over- everything hurt, his face, his arms where he’d held them up to ward off the blast, his ears, his horns-

Faintly, he felt himself be pulled into someone’s lap as the person - Tommy? - sobbed over him. He raised his hand as high as he could, and his best friend clutched it tight as he slipped away.

[princesskokichi]

fluff alphabet for kokichi

gosh i love him and i would do anything to protect him he means everything to me oh my god - mod kokichi

A = Attractive (What do hey find attractive about the other?)

their sense of humor, and their loyalty. it means the world that you are right there with him through everything, but he also likes things to be interesting.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

it depends on what age he is. if you're dating him while he's in high school, no, i don't think he would. he's too immature for one. but after his high school years, he would gradually grow into the idea of having a child, but only one.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

any way he can. particularly whe he's snuggling on you like a koala. but any way else is fine by him. just as long as he's touching you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

fun !! he likes having fun on dates. stuff like theme parks or rollercoasters or something that gets his blood pumping.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

kokichi, to his s/o : " you are my smile. "

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

when it slaps him in the face. he's not dumb by any means, but he's just kind of blind and impervious to recognizing that he's in love.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

he's gentle in his own way. his way of being gentle is by joking around and making you smile.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

oh yeah. he doesn't hold hands all the time, but when he does, he needs to hold your hand for hours before he can let go again.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

they make things interesting, i like it. i hope this wasn't a one time thing.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

nope, he's not the kind of guy to get jealous very easily like that. it takes a lot for him to get jealous.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

he initiated the first kiss !! his kisses are much like his personality and random as fuck. he's playful yet there's a certain strength in his kiss that reminds you that he loves you very much and that he's not taking this as a joke.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

both of you, probably. he probably waited until you were about to say it and then he would blurt it out loud at the same time as you.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

when he first met you, and everything up until now. he just finds you as a best friend a partner for life. he's enamored by everything you do, because you're so amazing to him. so he just,, remembers everything. everything is his favorite memory of you.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

he says he wouldn't, and he denies that he does, but when he really gets comfortable in the relationship he starts bringing you random knick-knacks that makes him think of you. so technically it's not spoiling because he doesn't buy you everything you want, he just buys you whatever he wants to give you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

a rainbow, because you're not just one color. you're red, your blue, and orange, and green. you're happy and cute. and scary and creepy. and joking and serious. you're everything he's looking for.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

oh gosh uhm,, i headcanon that he uses a lot of lame petnames like sugarplum or food-based nicknames

he likes being called prince. don't ask me why. i don't know. i'm just the messenger.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

dates on the beach. i literally can't explain this one. i just think he would love to spend time by the ocean or at a lake or something like that.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

oh my god rainy days are the worst days possible. he just,, he cannot deal with being stuck in the house all day, especially if the lights are turned off. he tries to make them fun anyways he can, like baking something when he's terrible at baking or learning how to do karate

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

usually, he tells jokes and does funny things to make others around him feel better. if he's upset, he's a little harder to cheer up. please just hold him and reassure him that being upset is temporary, but you'll be by his side forever.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

EVERYTHING. everything under the sun. has he talked about how to hide a body ? yes. politics ? yes. how cute cat paws are ? yes.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

making plans about world domination is kind of fun and usually helps him chill out. but when it doesn't, he doesn't have a backup plan to relax. often he has problems sleeping and he'll stay up in the middle of the night until he passes out from exhaustion. he's kind of bad at relaxing.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

it's kokichi, he likes to show off everything, but as a joke.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

like this ~ x

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

outrunning karma - alec benjamin

it fits his killing game personality very well. just listen.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

occasionally. he'll sometimes bring it up as a joke, but he's being 100% serious about wanting to marry you one day

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

probably something different from a typical cat and dog, so maybe a ferret. idk why, i just see him having a ferret.

[micyclemorton]

this is a loooong one, boys

yes this is going to be a masterpost for my main 12 trolls so you can get to know them! they’re not all in the same world, but I don’t have any class/aspect clashes. biographies posted under the cut! suirev - burgundy / lumina - bronze / dietas - gold / phobis - mutant / lamiac - olive / immera - jade / ruilin - teal / tracor - cerulean / itoria - indigo / jezakk - purple / astril - violet / cirlun - fuchsia suirev - sylph of light / lumina - page of space / dietas - thief of doom phobis - mage of life / lamiac - seer of mind /  immera - bard of heart ruilin - rogue of hope / tracor - prince of blood / itoria - knight of breath jezakk - heir of time / astril - witch of rage / cirlun - maid of void 

suirev, lumina, immera, ruilin and jezakk are alternian, but only immera and ruilin are connected in terms of their lore. dietas, itoria and tracor are beforan, and all connected. suirev, lamiac, astril and cirlun hail from exonera (the first planet in the universe of my fansession) and are all connected to each other.

suirev - praying mantis lusus lumina - star-nosed mole lusus dietas - chameleon lusus phobis - serpent lusus lamiac - fennec fox lusus immera - venezualan poodle moth lusus ruilin - raccoon lusus tracor - scorpion lusus itoria - ant lusus jezakk - harp seal lusus astril - angler fish lusus cirlun - axolotl lusus

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YOUR NAME IS SUIREV HELIOS.

Nobody believes you, not even your MANTIS LUSUS, but you know a lot more about the fate of the world than you let on. They dismiss your PROPHECIES as bogus, no matter how many tomes you write, and you’ve lost count of how many that is. You consider yourself PRETTY ENLIGHTENED, but not in the spiritual sense… yet. The spirits that pester your caste a lot of the time even seem to avoid you, which would have confused you a time ago, but now you know why.

You’ve developed a nasty habit of checking everything you want to say in your head, and they’re sick of being your mental proofreaders. They’ve made it very clear they dislike you, so you have some HEALING to do. People find you preachy, but that confuses you a lot. You’re mostly silent so that you can concentrate on the cacophony (spirits or no spirits) ringing through your pan, as you get some REALLY GOOD STORY IDEAS from them. Besides, you were named after an OLD GOD for a reason. You should have the right to preach.

One might even say that you’re COMPLETELY RAVING MAD, but at least you try to keep your appearance in check. It’s a shame your blood colour makes your EYE BAGS so obvious.

Your handle is LiteraryLunatic, and y★u end y★ur sentences with exclamati★n marks! S★ n★b★dy notices h★w tired y★u are! Besides, y★u’ve been staying up all night with pr★phecies racing thr★ugh your pan! 

~~

YOUR NAME IS LUMINA SERVIN.

You’re a maniacally busy troll, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, because your pan is always buzzing with NEW IDEAS. You have to keep yourself busy to fend off the ENCROACHING EXISTENTIAL DREAD that fills lowbloods like you. Your mole guardian helps you expand your desert-bound hive-workshop, because you’re often too busy - catering to all of the stupid VIOLET TOURISTS AND LANDDWELLERS in the nearby hive-clusters in order to make money and survive - to pay any attention to trivial household chores. 

You’re not very good at what you do yet - though some would suggest otherwise - and you’re just striving to be better. You can recognise that you have the POTENTIAL to be GREATER, and it’s all just barely out of reach. You made yourself some KICK-ASS GOGGLES, inspired by the human subculture of STEAMPUNK, which you adore. They’re probably your best work to date, and you wear them so constantly that you’re afraid they’ll meld onto your face sometimes. The metal they’re made of, BRONZE, is the same colour as your blood, and one of the most pleasing aesthetically, in your opinion. No-one’s figured that out yet, luckily enough.

You’re an avid blacksmith, inventor, tinkerer and the rest of it. You’re making quite sure that you possess any title that involves HANDS-ON CREATION, really. Sometimes, you COMPLETELY SPACE OUT when you should be working, thinking of how best to go about things that really don’t require that much thought. It’s just how you roll.

Your handle is MechanicalMiner, and SOoMETIMES YOoU CAN COoME OoFF AS A LITTLE TOoOo LOoUD BECAUSE OoF WHAT’S PROoBABLY INDUSTRIAL DEAFNESS, EVEN AT THIS AGE.

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YOUR NAME IS DIETAS LAMBDA.

Misfortune has pretty much DEFINED YOUR LIFE up until now, but that’s not important. What really matters is your job, and it’s a relief to have distraction. You know that you’ve been through a WHOLE LOT OF HELL, and would never wish that on anyone else. Ever since you crashed a training ship, blacked out for a bit and met your moirail, your dear ITORIA, things changed. Your HELMSTROLL DREAMS might have shattered, but she made sure you’re not too miserable.

YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING. Well, almost. After losing your biological eye in the crash, Itoria built you a brand-new one, and now you can see in INFRARED LIGHT as well. You’ve recovered thanks to her, and you want to repay her by TAKING AWAY THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS, doing what she did for you. You travel around selling CHARGED-UP PROSTHETICS to trolls in need, while simultaneously keeping off the trail of the OVERSEERS, a pack of Ceruleans who you’re pretty sure want to kill you and your moirail for saving people.

YOU’RE NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT PLACE. The training centres are a source of shame and hurt for you, because you abandoned your guardian to get a purpose that ended up not working at all. How dumb that was.

Your handle is PsionicProsthesis. Yx0xu speak with a flare that reminds yx0xu of the symbx0xl that was given tx0x yx0xu at the training centres, as it’s a hx0xpe yx0xu’ll never fx0xrget despite the negative memx0xries, and tx0x represent yx0xur lx0xst eye. 

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YOUR NAME IS PHOBIS SACCHE.

If your lusus could talk, they’d probably say you were a NERVOUS WRECK. You’re not going to tell anyone otherwise, because your shaking hands prevent you from pulling up the blinds in your constantly darkened hive. Not that you’d want to, of course, since you live in a GHOST TOWN. Populated by literal ghosts. They don’t interact with you much, which you’re extremely grateful for. If the drones thought you were alive, you’d be dead in two seconds flat, with your BRIGHT RED BLOOD on public display.

It’s MAGICAL that you’ve survived this long, but you think it’s because of the menacing SERPENT that you’re fortunate enough to have as your guardian. You like to use their scales to fortify the SCYTHES AND OTHER WEAPONRY you build for yourself. They tend to do most of the hunting, as you can’t risk going out of your hive much, but you do enjoy training. Your LIFE itself is a gamble, and it makes you paranoid as hell, but at least you’re a decent fighter. Not that anyone would know or care. You also like TELESCOPES and looking at the STARS, but have no idea that your symbol means anything to do with that.

Your handle is SerpentineStargazer, and youre a phucking,,,, phucking brasssh little,,,,, ssshit whossse dumb… dumb phorked tongue makesss you…. hisss when youre nervoussss. ~~

YOUR NAME IS LAMIAC FENRIS.

You’re small in stature, but that doesn’t undermine how HARD-WORKING AND DRIVEN you can be. After all, when you work for THE EMPRESS, things need to be perfect. You’re also RESIDENT TELEMARAUDER of SKAIANET SYSTEMS, being tasked with worming your way into people’s minds to sell DIFFERENT NEFARIOUSLY-LABELLED PRODUCTS.  You’ve never seen them made, but that’s not your job. It’s most likely for the best, anyway, seeing as how easily frightened you can be when FENFOXMOM isn’t around. Working for such an awful corporation and even more awful people - looking at you, Mr LaCroix - makes you sick to your stomach, but you need the security.

You’re a pleasant enough troll to be around, but can always change your expression and demeanour, your words cutting as sharp as the weapons you use to defend yourself. You do hate getting your claws dirty unless people really get on your nerve, in which case you’ll tear them to shreds verbally and physically. Somehow, the renovated ballroom you use as your office has been clean of client’s blood for a whole week! Something tells you you shouldn’t be excited about that, but what can you say? You’re territorial. Even though you can’t remember the last time you properly hunted, you can SEE WHAT’S GOING ON INSIDE PEOPLES’ HEADS and defend yourself. 

Your best friend at the palace is the HEIRESS, which can be a bit strange due to the remarkable caste-gap between you, but she barely seems to care about that sort of a thing, which is nice. She’s the reason you have the job at the palace, because you consider THE EMPRESS HERSELF to be a very disagreeable person, even though you can’t exactly state that out loud unless you’re gossiping with Cirlun. 

Your handle is FluctuatingFoxfire, and yo)u speak in a manner that perfec)tly c)o)nveys yo)ur need to) pro)tec)t yo)urself fro)m harsh judgement, while also) ho)no)uring the sign emblazo)ned ac)ro)ss yo)ur w)ork c)lo)thes at all times. ~~ YOUR NAME IS IMMERA METREN.  

You’ve always been down in the BROODING CAVERNS, doing what all Jades should do and tending to the Mother Grub as she churns out her little grubs for everyone to see. You’d rather not be around to see them, if you’re being honest. You think it’s all just tiresome, thankless work, and aren’t really sure why exactly YOU HAVEN’T RUN AWAY YET. The chattering of your colleagues makes your head hurt, and their happy-go-lucky demeanours just make you REALLY WANT TO SCREAM. At this point, you’d take being a lowblood fighting for their life over whatever job you have here. One occupationless troll among thousands won’t hurt the economy too much, right? You sure hope not.

The fuzzy, pathetic, colourless MOTH you have as your lusus is just waiting to be crushed in the busy environment, and she refuses to leave you alone. Most Jades’ lusii abandon them if they work in a cramped space and fulfil the DESTINY SET OUT FOR THEM, but yours won’t. It’s not like you have the HEART to tell them to leave, and they barely listen to you as it is. No one seems to, troll or otherwise, even though your ninth wriggling day has come and gone and you feel your WINGS growing in. Generally speaking, that’s more of a rare Bronzeblood thing, but you’re sure that’s why your back is itching. You suppose it’s one of the - only - perks of being grub-like. 

You just want to do one of two things: Have your colleagues SING YOUR PRAISES for your hard work, as they should acknowledge you, or ESCAPE INTO THE ALTERNIAN WILDERNESS so deeply that not even your lusus will be bothered to traverse your dangerous path. But you have to put up with the noise and the heat and the MURDEROUS INTENT blooming inside you where it shouldn’t really be in the first place.

Your handle is VindictiveVenusian, and YOUR’3 NOT <3RY TOL3RANT OF ANY HOOF33ASTSHIT YOUR COLL3AGU3S TRY TO SPOUT AROUND YOU, SO YOU TRY TO <<ARN THEM OF A POTENTIAL KISM3SITUD3 AT ANY GI<3N MOM3NT. ~~ YOUR NAME IS RUILIN CAPITA.

Some would call you a thief, but you have more dignity than that. Even though people continue to call you dirty and look down upon you for the nefarious way you act, it’s JUST WHAT YOU’VE BEEN TAUGHT by your RACCOON LUSUS. You love them more than you love getting your MONEY-GRUBBING CLAWS all over your newest riches, and that’s certainly a testament to just how highly you think of them. They’ve always been around for you, and you WISH SINCERELY that they’ll never leave, because they’re the only support you have. 

You weren’t exactly raised well, being stuck in the BROODING CAVERNS for far longer than you should’ve been while the lusii took charge of all the grubs around you. YOU’RE THE ODD-ONE-OUT. It’s filled you with WHITE-HOT RESENTMENT, and you’re on a mission to gain back what you lost. You’d once wanted to become a legislacerator or something like that, as with all the other trolls in your caste. But that doesn’t quite suit the reputation you have on the streets, nor the way you’ve been treated. Why get justice for a system you don’t believe in? Besides, you know that someone would rat you out so that you’d be culled, not be the one doing the culling.

You want to take back what was stolen from you, and you’ll get your TRUSTY GAUNTLETS dirty any number of times to do so. Mostly, though, you steal money just because you have the skills to. Being a mid-lowblood isn’t the best, so you’ve picked up tips and tricks from THE VERY THUGS YOU’D NOT WANT TO STEAL FROM YOU.

Your handle is RaucousRebellion, and ¥ou t¥p€ using th€ many $trang€ $ymbol$ ¥ou find on ¥our ¢oin$ and not€$ - that w€r€n’t €xa¢tl¥ *¥our$.* until a mom€nt ago.

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YOUR NAME IS TRACOR BOLDEL. 

Everyone agrees with what you have to say, and that’s exactly how you like it. That’s how it’s always been, from the moment you were chosen in the brooding caverns by your MAGNIFICENT SCORPION LUSUS. They left you long ago, because you didn’t think you needed them, and you don’t really care where they might be right now. They’ve taught you to be commanding, and now your words STING SHARPER than the knives you’re so fond of using at any opportunity you may get. It’s not necessary, really, but it makes you seem fittingly intimidating and means that NO-ONE WILL STEP OUT OF LINE. 

So you thought. Contending with idiots in the PRISMATIC TRAINING CENTRE FOR YOUNG PSIONS ((LOCATION B2)) is a much harder task than you first realised, due to the fact that there aren’t enough OVERSEERS and too many indigoblooded instructors that know that they can break your control with a little bit more effort than you can prevent. Why they couldn’t spare two ceruleans per centre is beyond you, but it hardly matters enough. You’ll kill with your knives if your empath abilities don’t work, or they don’t COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DOMINATE THE COMPETITION YOU’RE CONVINCED IS REAL.

Even though you’re so busy sending goldbloods to their deaths, and you don’t really have time for quadrants, ITORIA APREIN IS OUT FOR YOUR BLOOD. She’s the main reason why you think there’s an uprising stirring within the centre, and the trolls who you let loose from your control at the end of the day DON’T WORSHIP YOU LIKE THEY SHOULD. You’ll fix that over time, of course, but you are just waiting for the right moment to strike. Your handle is BloodthistyBenevolence, and yovr tone of voice is aluuays nnvch gentler than anyone uuovld expect it to be.

~~

YOUR NAME IS ITORIA APREIN.

Since you rebelled against the TRAINING CENTRES, there has ben a resolute sense of MORAL IMPORTANCE instilled inside you. You don’t think there’s anything else you can do to fulfil your need to help people than providing refuge for the goldbloods entranced by the idealistic, worrisome occupation of helmstroll. It doesn’t bore you if there are a few trolls that come and knock on your door every so often, because ANTMOM has always been around to support you, and she’s even harder a worker tham you. You’ve always wanted to redeem yourself, and realised that preventing the CERULEAN OVERSEERS from culling any more innocent lowbloods is the way to go. There’s nothing more that feels properly fulfilling than DEFENDING OTHERS WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT.

BREAKING YOUR APATHETIC SHELL has been a hard task and still is, but you’re working as hard as you can to prevent shutting away from the world. Emotional expression has always seemed like something forbidden, especially to INDIGOBLOODS like you. YOU DON’T LIKE FEELING VULNERABLE, but there’s nothing much you can do about it unless everyone just leaves you alone and without any chance to heal. DIETAS makes you feel better about expressing yourself, and you’ve developed pale affections for the little goldblood ever since you found them SCARED AND HALF-DEAD IN THE FOLIAGE. It frightened you, but now not much can. You’re a strong team, and you know they’ll be a backup when things go awry with your DEARLY DETESTED KISMESIS, TRACOR.

You use your knack and love of WIRING AND CIRCUITRY to keep everything safe, creating cameras to track the trolls in your care. You also enjoy SHOOTING DOWN SURVEILLANCE DRONES, because you’ll never truly be FREE of the Overseers and your haunting past if you don’t do something to prevent their poor, uncoordinated attempts at monitoring you. You’re glad for that bit of your unfortunate occupation, at least.

Your handle is EsotericEngineer, and yOu c△n’t seem tO seper△te yOurself frOm △ symbOl Of the life yOu left behind.

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YOUR NAME IS JEZAKK IMETAT.

YOUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT. There’s not much you can do about it, though, because your circus troupe’s on the rise, and the RINGMASTER is starting to get some very bad ideas of what they might do to get you to actually comply for once. There’s nothing you can say that’ll make the people around you actually stop and listen. You feel small, so you try to wear BRIGHT, FLASHY COLOURS and STRIPY TIGHTS to mimic the figures so prominent in the jack-in-the-boxes you’ve always been fond of making and tinkering around with. You have no idea when that particular fascination set in, but it keeps you distracted from worse things that might happen to you. Despite the fact that you’re a highblood, you’re younger than the other performers in the troupe and feel more vulnerable than you should be.

You’re not really meant to be in the troupe, anyway. There was a time where you assume some SEADWELLERS were hunting for food or the fun of it - none of which they need to do, you’re guessing, because of how rich they are -  and that was when you’d realised there was a harpoon broken off in SEALDAD’S side. So you saw the distant big top and ran to it, hoping that someone could help your lusus. He *was* healed, which you’re grateful beyond gratefulness for, but then… you don’t really remember. Blaring carnival lights, yellow-tinged and blinding, and then… EVERYTHING CHANGED. You never quite made it back to the sea, because the other purples started to teach you their ways, and you have an eerie feeling that they were trying to lure you into working for the ringmaster, who most of them (except for your ‘friend’ Othamo, who’s pretty fearless in a callous way) worship like a god.

Then you did, but you’re working for yourself most of the time. Wilfully disobedient. You just want to get out of the troupe, and you’ll do anything you can, but it’s been a few sweeps already. Performing with Sealdad makes you happy, and your contraptions do. So maybe it’s not so bad to stay for a little while longer. The time will come when you can make a break for it, you’re sure, just as long as you can secure an escape plan that means your lusus won’t be out of the water for too long at once.

Your handle is ClockworkCarnevale. _/[[ yOU’rE EAsIly scArEd, yOUr vOIcE gEttIng ErrAtIcAlly lOUdEr At wEIrd tImEs. bUt yOU bEt thE jAcks In yOUr bOxEs ArE fInE, sO yOU EnclOsE yOUr tExt In OnE tOO, tryIng nOt tO pAnIc. ]] ~~ YOUR NAME IS ASTRIL HURICA.

Though you suppose you go by ASTRIL ZEPHYR now. Nothing’s really worked out for you in your life, but the dastardly clairvoyant you’ve seen loitering around your ADOPTIVE DAUGHTER swears that EVERYTHING’S YOUR FAULT. She’s all wrong, of course, and you have the authority to - and half a mind to - completely banish her from the palace if she says one more thing to damage your opinion of her, which was always bad in the first place. You’re now the ‘mother’ of Cirlun, a disobedient and woefully immature fuchsiablood who was entrusted to you by virtue of your position as head of the VENERATED COUNCIL OF VIOLETS. It was disbanded many a sweep ago, with the heiress’ arrival on your sad little planet. THE COUNCIL was a committee of seadwellers with the purest blood, closest to that of a natural Aquarian, who banded together to keep the citizens of DUIIARIA (Now colloquially ‘Earth X’) from descending into anarchy. 

You don’t have the best relationship sense, being that you CULLED YOUR MOTHER at the tender age of six sweeps. You could argue that you were only small, and naive, but you were seething with unbridled resentment and RAGE, even knowing that anglerfish don’t talk and thus don’t communicate well. You’ve kept that QUIETLY MURDEROUS DISPOSITION ever since the deed was carried out, and never intend to drop it. Tyranny is the only way you know how to keep your citizens in check, and you don’t intend to learn any other way. It’s ruthlessly effective, and that’s the only standard you’ll accept. It’s probably one of the reason’s why everyone thinks you’re WICKED AND UNCOMPROMISING, even your own daughter. You’d like nothing more than to leave Cirlun to her own devices and show her just how foolish she is to want pacifism.

But now, you wait eagerly in the shadows until she reaches the appropriate age to ascend to the throne. Then you’ll truly teach her what it’s like to fight for her life, even though you never really had to in your own right. You’ve spent a long, long time trying to prepare Duiiaria for survival when up against MILITARY AND INTERGALACTIC OPPOSITION, as you want to conquer as much as you can. You’re not about to relinquish your autocratic mindset for a brat like her, even though she has the right by blood. It won’t matter so much any more if you spill it first.

Your handle is GalacticGalvaniser, and you speak As Cr1sply And D1rec7ly As You Expect Your Orders 7o Carry 7hrough 7o Your L177le C171zens. 7OUR 7EMPERAMENT CHANGES S11GH717 WHEN YOU’RE ANGR7, 7HOUGH.

~~ YOUR NAME IS CIRLUN ZEPHYR.

You’re the heiress to an empire that you want none of. You were adopted by a troll (despite having a rather pathetic and sickly lusus) after emerging from the CHOKING DARKNESS, and she won’t give you the time of day (unless it’s to mock you for your poor fighting times) so you’ve realised there’s no point in asking how. That’s the only thing you’re glad for, you suppose. The fact that she stays out of your hair is certainly good, because you’re not good in social situations or with diplomacy at all, and you have plenty of time to escape up to the palace’s extensive library. The library is the only time you get any relief from any pressure being an heiress brings.

Reading, of course, is your main form of escapism since it’s so easy to access. Nobody much minds that you while away your time in the library, save for when ASTRIL sends guards to pull you away from your latest fascination to train. Training, that is, for your imminent death at the Empress’ own hand - or trident, as it were. You don’t really know why she does train you directly, since you think that’s something you need to do for yourself, but you guess she *is* PRETTY DAMN BLOODTHIRSTY. The fact that you put up a fight makes everything that much more enjoyable, and you’d say you’re a MORE THAN SERVICEABLE fighter. So much so that you swear you’d be at the forefront of your mother’s GALACTIC ARMY had she not decided she wanted to cull you from the moment she first laid eyes on you. 

You’re pretty sheltered, being the only fuchsiablood in your timeline, but you do have a moirail (who you’re pretty sure your mother wouldn’t like at all by virtue of his being a MUTANT) that you sneak out and see under the guise of MYSTER WAEVEL, just another violetblood. Technology has made it easier for you to hide your own blood, and you’re hoping that Etoile could one day mask his as well. Inside the palace walls, LAMIAC FENRIS is your best and only friend, and you often sit with each other and talk when she’s not working. The stories she tells are mainly client complaints, but you’re lucky that the gory recounts she tells with such zeal don’t turn your stomach much. The bloodstains on her office walls don’t help. 

A lot about you is a total mystery, but that’s just the way you like it. 

Your handle is AlchemicAxolotl, named for your love of the lusus you’re NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE. ))((oping you )(onour your biggest rolemodel - w)(o's long gone, only around in t)(e b∞ks you pour over - you've since added a little flair to your typing, and t)(ink it l∞ks a lot more personal. ~