#no like genuinely i LOVE . hanahaki aus

[amiharana]

has anyone made a hanahaki revalink au? or recommend one?

[starrclown]

Okay, I swear I tried to line and color this. I originally went into this wanting this to be a fully colored peice so it would be more visually pleasing but I just COULDN'T. My body wouldn't do it yall. I might come back to this sketch and atcually try and make it look good but today is NOT that day.

Okay onto the atcual au. (Warning: this is LONG cause I wanna talk.)

This is basically a Hanahaki Disease au. Ya know, that flower unrequited love thing? Yeah it's that.

In this au the Hanahaki Disease is not exactly a common thing, but it's kinda like a more serious illness.

In this au Wukong catches the disease. It was slow at first, barely noticeable, but one day he was at Pigsys and he threw up a white petal. Tang diagnosed this as the Hanahaki Disease.

The strange part is that the petals are white.

Normally when you catch the disease, the flower petals will be the color of your crushes favorite color. (I got this from fanfiction. Usually in fanfiction the color of the petals are the other person's color.)

At first everyone thought it had to be someone in Wukongs past that White was their color. (Much to Macaque's annoyance.)

No one, especially Wukong, can think of who it is. It has to be someone alive and that Wukong would have some kind if feeling for.

You can also catch the disease I'd your love in unrequited. So you can catch it if your crush is inlive with another or if they don't love you back. So Wukong could be inlive with someone who loves him, or someone who doesn't, it's hard to tell.

Wukong's condition slowly would get worse. Since he doesn't know who it is (he genuinely doesn't know) he doesn't know what to do.

The disease is alot slower because Wukongs body is trying to heal itself but is being taken over by the disease, it's killing him slowly.

Mk is PANICKING. He's trying to figure out who Wukong could possibly love, someone that's alive. Usually you would go off the petal color but now they can't do that.

Macaque is panicking in his own way. He's both upset that Wukong is dying and that he doesn't know WHO Wukong is inlove with. Macaque is inlive with Wukong (obviously) and figured he could be the one to heal Wukong.

But since the petal is white and not purple, it obviously can't be Macaque.

Okay that's it. I'm gonna try and make this au more solid cause here I'm kinda spitballing.

Feel free to ask questions :)

-⭐️StarClown⭐️

[spookyquill]

The Thorns in My Heart are For You

Description: a Hanahaki Disease AU, Reader is in love with Dazai and has been for a long while. They were in the port mafia but they left with Dazai

Word Count: 2800

Part 2

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TW: Blood, mentions of sickness, coughing up stomach contents, head over the toilet, passing out, alcohol

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Atsushi brought a different kind of light to Dazai. You watched him as he began hovering around Atsushi, teaching him all sorts of random things and dragging him to witness his events. A kid who should’ve held no mercy for the world, gave such kindness to everyone around him. Maybe he was an influence for Dazai, an ambition for him to follow. Whatever it was, it gave Dazai a different kind of glint in his eyes. 

You watch from your desk as Dazai laughs manically, having just thought up of another plan for an attempt. Atsushi walks gloomily over to you. “Hey (Y/n). Is there anyway you can convince Dazai to stop doing…” He gestures over to the man.

With a sigh, you reply. “Unfortunately no. I can talk to him as much as I can but it won’t stop him from wanting to. As long as someone is always around to help him out afterwards, he’ll be fine.”

Atsushi groans and takes a seat at his desk across from you. “Ranpo mentioned the other day that you and Dazai joined at the same time. Is that true?”

“Yeah.” You smile back at the memory. “We’ve been through a lot for sure, honestly I didn’t even think we’d make it far. But we’re here now, and I’m glad we are.” You look at Atsushi fondly. “You’ve saved him.”

Atsushi tilts his head. “Yeah. Didn’t he tell you how we met?”

You shake your head. “That's not what I mean. I mean that you gave him a new purpose.”

“Oh.” Atsushi looks to Dazai, who has now moved to poking Kunikida, literally. “I have?”

“Yeah. He’s gotten much happier since being here. He still acts the same but it’s… more. Like his smile is bigger, his laugh is more genuine. He seems to have found his purpose. And it’s been ever since he’s taken you in.” 

You hear Atsushi mumble, and barely catch his words. “I don’t think I make that much of a difference.”

You mentally slap him. “Atsushi. You saved him. Literally and figuratively. You are worth more than you think. Besides, everyone here has basically accepted that he’s your father.” You take a sip of your coffee as Atsushi sputters. “Don’t try to deny it.”

Before he can try to form a sentence of rebuttal, Yosano comes up to you. “I’ve been requested for a job nearby. Did you want to accompany me? We could go shopping afterwards if you’d like.”

You nod. “Sure! I’d love that. It’s been a while since we’ve shopped together.”

“Alright. We’ll head off then.” She walks away, her bag hanging from her shoulder. 

As you stand, you feel a familiar tickle at your throat. “Yosano, I’ll meet you downstairs. I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”

Yosano waves, signalling her acknowledgment. You pass Atsushi a kind smile, waving him a quick farewell before you speed walk into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. 

You barely make it to the toilet before you’re spewing up your stomach's contents. Your lungs heave in pain, adding their own contribution to the mix. Your abdomen pulses in pain at having its muscles involuntarily clenched. It lasts for another minute before you can take a deep breath. 

Despite your arguments against it, you peek into the toilet bowl. 

Flower buds. Some half bloomed. 

“Great.”

~~ Time Skip a few days ~~~

It had been a quiet day. In fact, you had just finished your lunch break and were on your way back to your desk for even more paperwork to file. But something seemed different as you ascend the stairs.

You begin to wheeze about halfway up the stairs, your lungs feeling tighter than usual. It was confusing, normally you’d be able to jog a few flights of stairs before feeling even a little short of breath, but now it was halfway up one flight of stairs and your lungs were heaving. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You seem out of breath. Did you go for a run?” Dazai asks as you reach the office. 

You decide to go with the lie. “Yep! Sure did.”

Dazai hums. “It’s not a good idea to go running before or after food, you know.” 

You take a seat at your desk, taking in as much air as your lungs allow you to before exhaling in a sigh. “I know. But I had energy.”

Dazai is silent for a little while, and you think he drops the topic. But he speaks up once again. “You should let Yosano check you out. You don’t look that good.”

This time, you let out a sigh of annoyance. “She will probably just tell me that I need rest.”

“Maybe you should listen.” Dazai stands up from his desk, grabbing some things off his desk and heading for the door. “Take some days off to recuperate. You’ve been working a lot lately.” He smiles at you before he takes his leave. 

You felt conflicted. In one way you felt that he was discreetly calling you weak for needing a break. But on the other hand you felt that your hard work was being noticed. Strange. 

Before you can think much more about it, your phone chimes with a message. Looking at it, it surprises you who the messenger is. Regardless, you smile.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly. You finish off your paperwork with some spare time left over, so you begrudgingly take yourself to Yosano's office. She of course told you exactly what you thought she would. 

Once you left work, you went home, got changed into a more casual relaxed fit, and headed downtown. It doesn’t take you long before finding the restaurant. You enter, immediately being greeted by a server. 

“Hi! Reservation for Nakahara?”

The server nods and directs you through to the back of the restaurant where a few open booths line up against the wall. 

“Right on time.” Chuuya says as you reach his booth. 

You smile. “Chuuya! It’s been so long.”

Chuuya nods in agreement, sliding over to allow you space to sit next to him. You take the seat, using the position to give your friend a quick hug, relishing in the reunion. 

“How have you been?” He asks as he sets his fedora down on the table. You also take this moment to notice that his mafia coat isnt with him. 

“I’ve been alright. Work was quiet today.” You can feel your lungs heave with uncomfortable familiarity.

“Can imagine it would be. Lot of you working on cases and all that shit. Plus they have a hardworker like you on the team.” He bumps your shoulder, sending you a grin. 

A server quickly drops by a bottle of wine as well as two glasses before bowing and leaving the two of you alone again. Chuuya makes work with pouring the wine. 

“Yeah, but it gets quite boring pretty quickly-” You choke on a cough, phlegm rising up along with the too familiar tang of metal. You’ve been holding it back for so long today, refusing to let out even a small cough into your hand. It’s all been building up, and now your lungs about to force it all out.

Blood splatters over the table at the first cough. You cover your mouth, eyes going wide at the feeling of pressure at your lungs. You can’t even look at Chuuya at the moment. You jerk up from your seat, holding back coughs behind your hand as you stumble haphazardly to the bathroom.

You know you’re disturbing the entire restaurant, probably scaring everyone, but you couldnt give a fuck at that moment. All that mattered was making it to the toilet. 

You barely make it, dropping to the floor and skidding to the bowl, ejecting your body’s contents into it, both from your stomach and your lungs. 

It’s painful, the most painful thing you have ever experienced. Nothing trumps this. It feels like your body is on fire, exploding in white hot pain. Your muscles are too tense, it feels like they’re so tight that a breath of air could break them. You can’t breathe, can’t get oxygen. You feel light headed, it makes your head pound. Your stomach feels like its being squeezed of everything it has in one go, your lungs feel worse. It’s as if there are multiple hands inside your body wringing them of any and all moisture.

It feels like it's been hours by the time you can take a breath of air. You gulp the air, feeling much needed relief for a moment before your body forces another wave of ejection, thankfully this one doesn't last as long.

You feel someone behind you, hands caressing your hair out of your face and rubbing your back. A cascade of voices can be heard as well, one closer to you sounding louder and more aggressive than the rest. 

Chuuya.

You lift your head away from the toilet, opening your mouth wide to let as much air as possible in. Your head leans back, tears dripping down your face. You feel Chuuya pull your head gently to his chest, fingers threading through your hair. The feeling of nausea doesn’t feel so empowering now, so you let your body slump against Chuuyas. 

Time seems to slip by, your mind fading in and out of consciousness. One moment you open your eyes to being held in Chuuya’s arms, some servers surrounding the two of you. Another time you open your eyes to him walking outside with you. Another moment he’s tangling your body to piggy back his on his bike. Another moment passes and your pressed up against him by an invisible force which makes sense once you comprehend the red glow surrounding your body. You feel the wind whipping against your body, your head feeling cushioned by what you can only guess is a helmet. You close your eyes again for a bit longer.

When you open them again, you’re in a warm bed, a lamp dimly lighting up the room, not too harsh for your head. It’s warm, and the bed beneath you is soft, softer then your own. This isn’t your room. 

Chuuya comes into view, placing a damp wash cloth on your forehead. The cold cloth drowns you in relief, your head finally managing to connect with all five senses. Your mouth still tastes horrible, but it seems manageable for the moment. Your ears are ringing and sounds seem to be slightly muffled. The smell of warm chocolate brings to your a pang of hunger, your body desperately needing something to sustain it again. 

You groan, reaching up to Chuuya. “What happened?” Your voice is raw and only brings back the taste of what seems like minutes prior.

“You threw up is what happened. Scared the shit out of me, I nearly took you to the hospital.” He sits next to you, the bed dipping slightly with his weight. 

Carefully, he helps you sit up, situating you so you’re leaning against the headboard. “Why didn’t you?”

He grabs a small bowl of rice and some chopsticks on his bedside table, handing them to you. “You need to eat something, let your body recover what it lost.”

You take the bowl graciously, taking in small bites of rice before repeating your question. “Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?” 

Chuuya stares at you. “Well for one, I’m part of the mafia. Not exactly a place I’m allowed to be at without bringing the place down in fear. And you know the second reason.” 

Your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

“How long have you had hanahaki disease?” He’s blunt, leaving you no room to sneak around it.

You sigh, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to escape him. “Just after I left the mafia.”

“Have you told anyone?” Chuuya asks.

“I’m telling you now.” You cringe slightly, watching his expression go from neutral to shock.

“You’ve been living with it for years and only now are you talking about it?!” He stands up. 

“Only because it’s starting to affect my daily life.” Your voice is but a whisper.

“Oh so you’d prefer no one knows about it? What would you have done if I didn’t find out? Would you disappear and never return?!”

“No I wouldn’t! I just…” You can feel tears start to well up in your eyes. “I just didn’t know how to talk about it. Because everyone would make a fuss over it and try to get the other person to like me. But I don’t want to force it on anyone.”

Chuuya sighs, pacing his room while running his hand down his face. 

“Are you mad at me?” You ask quietly, not daring to look towards him.

You hear him let out a soft groan before he approaches you, gently placing his hand atop your head. 

“I’m not mad at you. I’m frustrated that you didn’t at least tell me before you started coughing up your literal lung. But I’m not mad. Which is a surprise for even me.” He says.

You look up at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Chuuya stares at you with compassion, taking his seat by your side once again.

“So. Have you told him yet?” 

You let out a breath of laughter. “Who said I loved a man?”

Chuuya hums. “Well last I checked, Dazai wasn’t a woman. Unless he transitioned last time I saw him. And I’m telling you now, it’s impossible to transition within a week.”

You sigh. “How did you know it was Dazai?”

“You were quite an obvious crusher 7 years ago, and that part of you hasn’t changed. I’m surprised the smartass hasn’t caught onto it himself.” 

“Probably because he doesn’t love me and he doesn’t want to confront me about it.”

Chuuya scoffs. “Or he’s a pussy.”

You fiddle with your fingers as you speak. “Are you going to tell him?”

Chuuya barks out a laugh. “Fuck no. That job is for you to do. And I swear to god if you leave it to the last minute I will slap you with your own flower.”

“I won’t. I’ll tell him tomorrow… I guess.” You say, your nerves spiking at the thought of telling him. 

“Good. Now what do you say we order in and bitch about work?” 

The rest of the night is spent in Chuuya’s room, drinking wine and eating takeout until you both end up passing out on the bed.

~~~

This is it. This is the day! Today will be the day you confess your feelings to Dazai. You had a plan and everything. Neither him or you had assigned jobs for the week, it was quiet, most of the agency was off on their own tasks or in their personal office. It would be secluded enough that only the two of you would be in the main room. 

It was perfect. You had been gathering up the nerves to confront him for the better part of 24 hours. Now was the time.

You approach Dazai, a confident smile on your face.

“(Y/n)! I hope you’ve been well. How about you take a week off in tokyo?” He hands you a train ticket.

…

“What?”

Dazai smiles, closing his eyes. “You’ve been working really hard lately. You deserve a break. So I went ahead and organised a luxury trip for you! You get a five star hotel with breakfast in bed. And you get a daily massage for free!”

You honestly didn’t know how to react, a mix of emotions coursing through you. Confusion, shock, disappointment, shame, utter bewilderment. Where do you even begin?

“See! You’re so excited you don’t know what to say!” Dazai cheers as he slings an arm around your shoulder. “Now, you don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve already organised it with Fukuzawa, and I even took the liberty of packing your things for you! All you have to do is take this ticket here and get to that train station!!!” He shuffles you towards the door, manoeuvring you in a way that leaves you no escape from him. 

“I’ll see you in a few days!” And he shuts the door in front of you, leaving you, and Atsushi who just so happened to walk up the stairs at that moment, completely baffled.

Was he mad at you?

~~

He was in fact, not mad at you. He had one of his predictions brewing, and this came clear to you as you exited the hotel bathroom, the toilet flushing away the bloodied petals.

The TV flashed with the news, a reporter standing in front of a green screen which showcases pictures of every single ADA member, including yours, in a wanted poster design.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[compsonn]

Most Well-Written Fics 2024

back at it again for the third year in a row!! personal favorites from this year across multiple fandoms!

no particular order, just based on the order of my bookmarks.

for reference i am sooo picky, i have read over 6000 fics according to ao3, and i've read 700 since the beginning of the year. i only have 53 bookmarks in total... but here are some bookmarked fics i read this year!!!

this year i got into some random shit, blah blah blah, honestly most of these are not faulkner levels of literature doing monuments for the english language but they were good and make me feel a sort of way, so, here you go

Harry Potter (Drarry)

This Year's Love by trishjames / drarry E, longfic. love it a lot. genuinely made me want to become an adult. they were meant to be cry emoji

Yes, But It'lll Cost You by mintaminta / drarry T, privated. this one had such a good vibe, reminds me of fun and school and calm darkness. very nice.

Bad Habits by No_One_Special_01289 / drarry E, lowkey porn, longfic. those last few chapters got me SO hard, they love each other omg cry emoji. poor harry. i think i skipped most of the smut when i read it but the plot was so good. literally star crossed lovers UGHHHHH LET THEM BE TOGETHER

Recursion by tessacrowley / drarry E, longfic. its written really well and it's witty, but i kind of think this author just self-inserts herself for draco in all her fics because... that boy was soo pathetic in canon. genius au basically. but i can forgive her bc the fics are good

House M.D. (Hilson)

yes Medical Malpractice Husbands whatever shut up i like the fics and they're probably in love so leave me BE. these fics are good.

Look, Don't Touch by ORiley42 / hilson E, voyeurism fic.... guys HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT OK that makes it sound SOOO bad but trust me i bookmarked this one because the author took such a horrible trope and made it genuinely not feel that creepy. like this fic is SO funny. it's really good. and the author is straight up just a good writer

the sea and the sky and you and i by thismagichour / hilson M, hanahaki angst. its really good because wilson just gives up and its soo heart wrenching bc he thinks house doesnt like him back and just wants to die. poor guy.

My Hero Academia (Dabihawks)

i have not given a Phuque about MHA for the past five years but i had this phase this year where i was briefly re-obsessed with dabihawks so here are some fics

planting trees (making shade) by nightquake / dabihawks T. basically hawks KHS for a good cause ..? really well written, has high tension and good allusions. loved this one. its the kind of fic u know is good by the summary

Hawks Lays an Egg by ButterflyApocalypse / dabihawks T. never in my entire Life 18 Years have i ever enjoyed mpreg except this fic, because he isnt even pregnant he just has this egg. it's such a good funny fic. i was asking myself why i had it bookmarked from like four years ago earlier this year so i reread it and i was like Yeah ok it deserves the bookmark. SOOO funny and ridiculous. crackiest fic.

MISC random fandoms (Battle Cats (????) and A Clockwork Orange)

nyankopalooza by Sanodigy / Battle Cats Game gen. No clue how i even found this. its so funny. ive never read a fic like this. its so funny. and weirdly well written, i like experimental / weirdly formatted fics. i used to play this game when i was a kid

Bitva Gruppa by VoidVesper / a clockwork orange X fight club, alex delarge X tyler durden E. its straight up a horrible plot, AKA CHILD GETS ASSAULTED. warning for underage and assault. it's not a morally good fic (clockwork orange is intentionally a morally wrong book). but holy shit the writing is great. like it reads like it's anthony burgess. just really good. probably one of the only fics here where i straight up bookmarked only because of the writing style

OK that wraps up this year's edition!! please give these fics a read, your life will be Fulfilled. byebyee

[weebsinstash]

Not gonna lie if I were the reader after they got replaced by YouTwo I would be a neurotic mess lmao. I already mental issues but I can't imagine going through their trauma on top of everything. I would definitely be scratching myself again out of sheer stress and anxiety about whether or not everybody will replace me again. My arms would look horrible. Oh boy imagine everybody's reaction to realizing they've messed up this badly and absolutely ruined the reader

Other people: fun ways we can write! Coffee shop au! Red string of fate! Hanahaki! Enemies to lovers!

me: what if I sat and tried to seriously and realistically contemplate the ramifications of a severely traumatic experience and the following neurotic habits that arise from the spiral down

Reader gets back to Spider Society, either glitching back in or "being rescued" whatever, and, you're just doing shit like digging food out of the trash "you'd never guess what kinds of perfectly good stuff people throw away, and it saves time to not have to wait for anything to be prepped! Never know when you'll vanish in the middle of a meal or that one serial killer will pop out at you again!! Ahaha!

Someone comes to check on you and you deadass have a fucking, tripwire web trap all around you, you're not even sleeping in a bed you're in your own webbing (because we rock organic webbing here because it fucks) so the second anything like, opens the door of your apartment or comes near you, you're instantly aware. Peter B comes in "heeeey, just wanna check in, make sure you're doing ok--" and there's fucking web wires rattling cans as he opens the front door and suddenly you're wide awake with an actual fucking knife or some kind of equally brutal survivalist weapon and it takes you a few seconds to fully snap out of it and let him calm you down and he has to tell Miguel You Are In Fact Not Doing Ok

You've got real "scaring all your loved ones and everyone around you" energy during those times you're just like going through some manic shit, opening your mouth and going on a sudden 'epiphany' like "i know what would help!! I'm gonna start cutting my face in really visible prominent places and that way you guys will know by the scar who I am :) and when it heals I'll cut myself again :) and again :) maybe I should just cut off a finger, how many of me do you think are missing fingers? Or maybe I could give myself a cool scar!!" And it's just like. What the fuck do they even say to that. A lot of them just genuinely could cry over this, seeing what this did to you. You sound genuinely cheerful at the realization and give no mind to how casually you just suggested self harm out of paranoia and self preservation.

You're just having like hard-core eating disorder issues going from overeating to undereating, binging because you're suffer9ng trauma from starving and then starving yourself "no its fasting, I'm FASTING to save food and money and resources, ok, I can only fit so much in my backpack and--"

You have this backpack from your multiversal glitching travels and keeping it with you basically 24/7 even when you go to the bathroom becomes a comfort habit, because, "never know when your camp has been found by the runners and you've gotta make a break for it" or some other cryptic memory you babble at them like you're discussing coffee when it could be one of the most vile horrifying things they've ever heard

I think the most interesting but tricky thing I've thought of is, what if Reader's trauma-humor coping mechanism gets dialed up to 11 and you can basically never turn it off because, your brain is protecting yourself. It's like you're Doing A Bit but literally all the time like some traumatized method actor and you're just, they're never sure if you're actually telling the truth or actually recounting things you experienced after a while

"Oh man the last time I ate a meal this big was when I finally stopped glitching and I had to break into someone's house and rob them for food! Just call me Santa Claus! But this Earth had suffered a nuclear fallout so all they had was like, DRY CRACKERS and, a lotta canned stuff, icky, and, I was in the middle of trying to pry a tin of lil cocktail weenies open with my teeth when the irradiated house centipedes smelled my blood, just imagine like a normal centipede but, like, the size of a Shetland pony, hey, friendship really IS magic right, and me and these centipedes got SO close, so anyways they smelled my blood, right, and it made them hungry, and--" and here you got like The Entire Squad speechless, Hobies just over here like "fuck, I don't even know what to say to that, you want some ketamine bruv" and yall just hit em with "nah last time I tried ketamine I had a fever dream of being replaced by an evil clone and I was shunned by all my close friends who i thought of like family. Oh wait, that was you guys! That's awkward!"

[voxxisms]

vague wishlist thread ideas sorted by character (types?) i have some thoughts sometimes about things i wanna do with vox, plots && ideas. some of these are vague or more specific, && some are just settings or aus. putting a cut for dashboard sake. might link in pinned, will tag appropriately. might add more later.

general interactions / with anyone

vox at the hotel in either seeking redemption or as an investor

vox being injured or your muse fighting him in some capacity

vox stepping in to protect your muse with the goal of taking advantage of the dynamic. soul contract / employment or even just general favor owing

redeemed vox in heaven?? hello?

overpowered au content. this post sorta explains the vibes. he's super paranoid, very powerful, but surprisingly easy to be chill with if you behave well.

role swap vox with anyone literally. the only real one ive considered is alastor, in depth. he's an old - fashioned box head, perfectly modern inside for efficiency but looks like he belongs in the decades he lived in. very gentle, very empathetic && sweet. contracted to lilith (mine unless someone else wants to contract him) && helps the hotel.

vox being contracted to someone else.

arranged marriages / marriages of convenience

human verse stuff!! from either when vox was alive (1898-1945) or i'm happy to play with timelines in aus

bridgerton au, vox is george taylor, a wildly sickly man with too much money && a rake mostly. a lord by blood.

hanahaki. unrequited love that gives them diseases, any ending.

his self - punishment room being discovered.

vox in therapy lmaoo

fake dating.

with valentino

valentino having to fix vox

their toxic / possibly sweet relationship when they're on

vox being jealous / possessive

a break up?? if they're on / off it feels like something that happens a lot, i find them fun to write

marry each other smh tax benefits or domestic, either

valentino saving vox / vox saving valentino

with velvette

vox saving her in any way

her having to fix him post a fight or something else

vox modeling for her

ship stuff is fine, just as like, qpr stuff or mentorships

vox being over protective even if he really shouldnt be

with charlie

vox investing in the hotel for any reason (be it her askance, his own idea, or someone else's, or even seeking redemption ). might be genuine, probably more for info gathering

vox offering to personally assist in repairing the hotel

vox saving charlie from danger for fun bc its always good to have someone owe him something

with husk

knowing husk in his overlord times ( pre show / au )

vox having invested in husk's casino

vox being husk's contract holder for some reason?? could be fun

vox n husk fake dating for any reason i saw art for it once listen

with lucifer

vox seeking lucifer's creation expertise in early years (he was an entrepreneur once)

vox doing work / helping with lulu world being created as resident like, electronics man

vox making a deal with lucifer in some capacity, not necessarily Big Deal but you know

with angel

vox protecting him

vox saving him from valentino's ire (on acccident or otherwise)

vox having to step in for valentino on set lmaooo

angel && vox bonding over their similar experiences with val

vox caring for angel post a valentino encounter

angel for some reason being under contract with vox (different work/different expectations)

with rosie

the two having been close during vox's active relationship with alastor?

vox doing business with rosie / i.e. providing her with bodies or people from his territory in exchange for allyship

him investing in cannibal town somehow. owning property / providing funds for rennovation

tea parties?? him cooking for her?? her teaching him how to make cannibal - based food??

with alastor

alastor having been a mentor to early - hell vox

au in which the two have always remained working together, i love the concept. very media husbands coded but also not necessary to be romantic.

all the backstory, their friendship pre - show, especially the event that actually led them to split. i like to hc that they several things that slowly pushed them apart until vox invited him to the vee's right before alastor disappeared (this is dependent of course on the alastor / those hcs but)

au where alastor actually joined the vee's

au where vox offered alastor his soul in exchange for them remaining "friends". does not have to be a very sweet dynamic ofc

vox cooking for alastor / other vaguely domestic things

generally reconciling bc yknow

vox dying!! in alastor's arms!! or the other way around!! (not necessarily permanent but yknow)

RadioStatic of all flavors, unrequited/unspoken/QPR/exes/anything.

the role swap from above.

with other vox's i love duplicate interactions

the girls are fighting

playing into the doubling && working together

vox trying to help the other vox get back home properly

other vox (or himself) being a clone on purpose

upgrading / fixing each other

protecting each other

left brain right brain vibes???

au swaps? a role reversal vox meeting a regular vox? timeline swaps? one vox is from the 70's one vox is from modern times? one vox who is still friends with alastor && the other who isn't?

[tennessoui]

girl your hanahaki au is absolutely wrecking my shit i--- I don't ever read ongoing fics and this is why. I just cannot wait?!? But the waiting somehow makes it better too?!? I'm literally dead bro I can't I love it so much

hahah omg thank you !! I’m really happy to hear you took a chance on this wip and that you like it so much!

not to get on my soapbox or anything but you have given me a great corner to shout from

as a disclaimer I totally understand why people will choose not to read wips and I truly think you know your mental health and what you can stand to wonder about/think about/obsess over/NEED to know a conclusion for better than anyone else

BUT as a writer who almost exclusively posts in wips, people reading them before they’re finished is my life blood and I am so grateful and it makes the writing process so much more fun for me because I know at least someone else is invested in my brainworm of a story?? someone else is enjoying it and thinking about it and I’m putting a small amount of good into the world??

the best analogy I’ve been able to come up with is like:

when you read a finished fic you’re eating a whole meal and that’s great that’s so amazing (especially if you tell the cook you liked it after you’re done). and you’re literally always welcome to eat that meal whenever you want. finished fics are like standing dinner invitations: I am always happy to have you and I mean that very genuinely

but if you read a wip, you’re keeping me company in the kitchen while I cook. and that’s sort of priceless. in some instances, you can even tell me the food needs more spice and I’ll think about it and listen!!! you’re sitting on my kitchen counter as I bustle around my space and we’re talking about what I’m doing and also how I’m feeling and maybe how you’re feeling and it just feels like community more than anything else I’ve experienced in any fandom. like you’re with me in my space as I’m creating food I hope you like. we’re both invested and it’s amazing

and I think in general that’s why wips are a lot of fun and also maybe why the waiting between chapters is fun for you - you’ve suggested that I add paprika to the pot and you’re waiting and wondering if I will, and I’m laughing and hoping you like the soup either way but also wondering if paprika will work with the recipe, and if I can add a bit to it just for you while staying true to the dish I envisioned at the get go.

[sipsteainanxiety]

okay sooooo while procrastinating on my responsibilities i decided to make a giant list of the bkg/reader fics i've read (so far) on ao3. here's a link to the tumblr fic rec list i made a while ago too lol. please keep in mind that not all of these works are sfw!! i will label the nsfw-containing ones ofc but, as always, be cautious!

note: these are all LONG FICS. as in i sorted the bkg/reader tag on ao3 by word count and kept going until i hit works with abt 5k words. i might continue to add onto this list as i read more LOL idk

be still, just for me by WitchofWriting. this is THE bkg isekai fic tht i'm sure everyone has read lol. contains nsfw. there's also tedium in blue (mermaid bkg). i think that was one of the first bkg fics ive ever read and it will always be special to me LOL

of snowscapes & explosions by sugarbun. tbh i haven't finished this yet but from what i did read it's good!! canon compliant

other by Deadite. also haven't finished this one yet but it's a kind of coraline au!! interesting stuff tbh

enouement by LadysDaze. i read this fic a looooong time ago so i can't rmb much but it was p interesting! it's a choose your own ending type fic. there's also memento mori (fantasy fic w good worldbuilding tbh), entangle, expecting the unexpected (pregnancy/family fic), star-crossed (fantasy), blood bond (vampire bkg) and its sequel blood union tht i haven't read yet sdjfdfkg

misery business by siegmunde. OHHHMYYGODDD this fic. i was obsessed with it omg. i cannot even explain how insane it made me. has nsfw at end

cruel world by lydiasgrace. idt i finished this one but i do like villain reader LOL

like ghosts in snow by Jupiters_Witch. genuinely i think this fic ruined me /pos. vampire au & does contain nsfw things!! mind the tags

surrender (whenever you're ready) by OfMermaids (hi merms!!). THIS FIC. CHANGED MY LIFE!!! literally anything by merms is sososo good. i want to eat them all whole. on loop in my head 24/7!! contains nsfw btw. there's also the widening sky (mermaid bkg tht made me sad for days) and on my way (to you).

white curtains by arsonphobic. tbh i havent finished this one too but its got an older (by a yr) reader whom i liked! canon compliant i think

our love at sunset by LittleSponge. horizon zero dawn au. very well done imo. ending made me cry LOL (in a good way). contains nsfw

uncharted by NyxRedfoxWinchester. reader's quirk in this is soooo fucking cool to me. i read it a while ago so i dont rmb a lot but like i rmb the quirk and bkg LMFAO.

zigzags by hokshi. i can't rmb this fic all too well either but ik i liked it LOL. contains nsfw!!

newsflash, asshole (i kinda love you) by YukiRiikus_Reading_Room. fake dating au!! idt it contains nsfw but it has some steamy parts

i melt with you by art_deco_deity. i am so sad this fic hasn't been updated in a hot min bc its genuinely got fantastic bkg characterization!!!

garden of lungs by 0weCrew. ive read so many hanahaki aus that they've blurred together but this was v good!

exiles by BookWormOnAString. i'm currently reading this one actually! fantasy au with dragon kiri!!

how're your hands? by Spazztastic. another fic i read a long time ago. it's canon compliant i blv but i rly liked the reader tbh

body switch up by Fandomness_randommess. a body swap au if the title wasn't obvious enough LOL. it was interesting reading how both reader and bkg dealt with their predicament here pfft

husband for hire by btp. also currently reading this!! stardew au! there's also boîte de pandore. v good shit

gemini syndrome by opal_vortex. LMAOOOO this was such a fun read ngl. masked singer au!! will contain nsfw

mistletoe by WhenSarahSmiles. this is a UA christmas/new year's booklet that is sooooo well done tbh. i love bkg in it. super cute

and you take me the way i am by willowser (hi will!!). pro hero bkg in this >>>>> he is so AHHHH!! makes me insane. very well written!! contains slight nsfw.

bar tool by thunderhead. LMAO this is like a bar and band au combined?? i loooveeee bkg in this and his interactions with reader pfft. contains nsfw

sugar scorched by restwellsoon. culinary au!! bkg is like gordan ramset ngl LMAOO its rly cute imo and very detailed wrt the cooking things from what i rmb. idt it has nsfw

war paint by andypantsx3. i love how andie writes bkg tbh. he makes me wanna beat him up. there's also statistically significant, and cover shot (through the heart). all of them contain nsfw!!

learning your love language by hokshi. the author has the tag 'when ur love language is getting punched in the face' on this fic and honestly? LMAOOO so true for bkg. contains nsfw!!

oil paintings and late night jam sessions by insanityrunsinthe_family. this was also one of the first bkg fics i've ever read and it is so so so good. it's college au bkg and i looovee every part of it.

the phoenix by orphan_account. i'm so sad this fic was dropped but its plot is genuinely so interesting to me. it's more aizawa/reader tho tbh.

sleeping in the garden by Petrichorium (hi loriii<3). i will ALWAYS plug this fic. single dad bkg au!! sososo fcking good, trust. will contain nsfw

jealousy, jealousy by lytters. i think i rbed this on tumblr already but its such a fun read tbh LOL.

fathoms below by 32Q27. i'd started reading this and didn't get to finish bc life. mermaid au!!

a fractured flame by Magicow12. fantasy au!! very entertaining from what i rmb! contains nsfw

breath of a dragon by free_deku. i rec'd this before but im doing it again bc it's that good omg. fantasy & reincarnation au. contains nsfw!!

bakugô wants a ride. by Bragi. LMAO contrary to the title i dont think it has nsfw pfft. mechanic reader tht bkg's crushin on!!

turning page by rhydonium. THIS IS ALSO SOO GOOD omg i almost forgot abt it. god bkg!!!! i literally cannot describe how good it is.

[sarilolla]

Really love your Hanahaki Branch au! Quick question, does the Hanahaki have a role in anything during the world tour? Cuz I feel like that garner a lot more sympathy from the Country trolls to prevent them from throwing the group in jail. And maybe the Bounty Hunters. Hickory for sure.

I know there’s that potion Branch could take but does he have to willingly take it for it to work? Ik the Snack Pack and Kismet would never betray Branch’s trust like that but if someone were to dose Branch without his knowledge, who would it be and what would the aftermath look like?

Thank you! It's so fun that so many are enjoying my work, and I love answering questions, so here you go!

The Hanahaki will have a bit stronger role in World Tour, mainly because it has gone a bit of time, and also since they're looking for more Trolls, isn't there a possibility to find his brothers too? The more he thinks about his brothers, the stronger the Hanahaki will be. (Imagine how fucked it will be when he's actually with them-)

Don't want to say too much, but yeah, it will garner sympathy. Hanahaki is a rare disease, but Trolls know more about it. Branch will try to hide his illness (being stubborn), but when it is noticed, there is sympathy. I'm also going to be just a tad bit delusional about the Country scene because it frustrates me to high heavens and I just... don't want to write that. So the Hanahaki will play a part in it, yeah. Bounty hunters also figure out and worry for him when they meet him. Hickory especially (I like Hickory)

Now for the potion, it is true it can be taken unwillingly, but I don't think that would be a Troll thing to do. Trolls seem like very caring (and forgiving) creatures, so forcing someone to forget about someone is just too cruel to do. They can persuade him, but the decision is his and no one else's. The potion is supposed to be a last resort, when there's no other hope of survival

Now if he was forced to drink the potion... I genuinely don't know who it would be. The only version I can imagine (and sorry to V&V fans), would be if Branch was taken by Velvet and Veneer instead of Floyd, and they knew about what the Perfect Family Harmony could do (shatter diamonds). They still had Branch as bait for the brothers to come (because they will always come, no matter who was taken), but Branch doesn't remember them, so will he join the song? They're banking on him not doing it. Maybe the Perfect Family Harmony returns his memories, if he can be persuaded to join. Maybe he's doomed, and so are the brothers also inside the diamonds, the Family Harmony never completed without the youngest

As for the effects of the potion... it's bad. The potion doesn't take away the flowers kindly in any shape or form. It burns them away, and with it, burns the memories or feelings of the person the flower is for. It hurts, badly, worse with a forced ingestion. It would take of his energy even faster. At least if he took it willingly, it would be in the safety of his village with doctors, friends/found family, and a loving girlfriend to heal. In the V&V scenario (because that's the only way I can imagine he would be forced by someone else), he has nothing like that, including the stealing of his talent/essence... Yeah, he's fucked

Mildly insane about this au, so...

Thanks for the ask ^^

[vivianblack21-blog]

As promised these are just few of the fic recs I have for Soukoku. Please do tell me if you liked them and need more. I would be happy to share

Soukoku Fic Recs Part-1

1) User: burgundytshirt

https://archiveofourown.org/users/burgundytshirt/pseuds/burgundytshirt

This author translates Chinese fanfiction written by another author and THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. Like the characterization is so on point that I nearly cried with joy.

Especially new york holiday.

If anyone told me that story was canon I would probably believe them.

2) where your loyalties lie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11259063/chapters/25172970

Another great multichaptered fic that is a Mafia AU but the only difference being there is no Port Mafia but two factions and an arrange marriage between them. Well written and well executed my favourite multichaptered fic

3) Lycanthropic Blues

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27377785

Do you want to know what happens after Fifteen? If you read this you will feel like it actually happened and it is part of the Canon verse.

4) hey look, the sky's falling apart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26359837/chapters/64200592

What if Chuuya leaves Port Mafia and drags Dazai with him? One of the insanely well written fics I have had the pleasure to read. It is just so genuine with nothing extra. Found family.

5) press to start

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26413264

I love one shots that focus on them as friends with a hint of it being lovers.

6) money well spent

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22766278

By the same author as above.

7) deeply rooted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18300539

A Hanahaki fic. I have a weird weakness regarding Hanahaki and Soulmate stories for some unknown reason. This is cute and so in time to how they may be.

8) to cut down the stars

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28829484

Another Soul Mate AU. Dazai is the one kind of pining here so...

9) pure and simple

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26205673

This fic is so warm. I don't know how else to describe it.

10) and they say romance is dead

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17869847

I found this cute.

11) I wanna spend some time with you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28793055

Buraiha Trio + Chuuya in Bar Lupin? This is the fic.

12) love, triumphant

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25743646/chapters/62514751

An alternate Stormbringer?

Soukoku AUs

1) the person you love is 72.8% water

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25926208

Light hearted AU featuring Chuuya and rest of the cast as doctors and Dazai as Port Mafia Boss. Dazai being smitten by Chuuya (and so is Chuuya) is absolutely the cutest thing ever.

2) Chuuya is red hot and Dazai is so not

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15624903/chapters/36279666

College Professors AU! It is a cute fic with good characterizations.

3) your honeyed words from a silver tongue (or am i the only one worthy of your honesty?)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27803506

High School AU. Cute.

4)Eyes are windows to the soul (so I keep my curtains closed)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16011755/chapters/37363214

A Medusa AU.

[kateaxelart]

Spill your info regarding your hanahaki disease AU rn

I be more than happy to explain some information about this AU!!

The Operator is the main reason of the disease and has affected people for some time now. People are born with it and are cursed to spread the disease to others. Tim is one of those people who is cursed with this. It starts once you turn 18 and the disease take effect if you genuinely love this person. If that makes sense!

This flower disease has been affecting a lot of people to the point there is surgery for it! Some people get the surgery, some don’t, it just comes with a side effect. The side effect is losing your feelings for your crush. There has been times where people may not love the person anymore and the disease disappears. Like the flowers would just die and that would be it. Also this disease can alter your brain a bit but it isn’t too major!

I had each of the Marble Hornets cast with a specific flower and where it is!!

Alex - Yellow Carnations, meaning disappointment and rejection. It is a foreshadow of what he does in this AU! It grew around his neck as a reference to his death.

Jay - Aquilegia Formosa/Red Columbine, meaning anxiety and trembling. It just represent his personality in my opinion. It also has some positive meaning! It grew on the left of his stomach, as a reference to his death

Tim - Red rose, self explanatory. Blue Rose, meaning mystery, desire, and striving for the unreachable. The last part is a foreshadow, but i do believe the rest fits him as well! It grew on the left of his leg as a reference to Alex breaking his leg.

Brian - Marigold, meaning joy, creativity, and passion. It fits his personality perfectly because he is like the sun! It also represents grief and sorrow. It grew from his right eye, as a reference to his design in the comics!

The art of the others are still being made, so hopefully it won’t be long! I’m also still planning on who and how some of these characters will die ^-^

[j4y-lvr]

day flower (alternate ending) … park jongseong

SYNOPSIS. bent over the sink, coughing up petals and blood, you knew that your worst fears had come true.

PAIRING. jay x fem!reader

GENRE. fluff, angst, lovers2?, established!relationship (?), hanahaki au

WARNINGS. profanity, mentions of food, mentions of blood, quite a lot of kissing, possibly making out (?), one mention of loss of weight, graphic, mcd(?), death(?) !!not proofread!!

WORD COUNT. 1.6k (total :: 7k)

NOTE. i just wanted to write something sad and i came up with this,, idk why i chose jay to fit my mental image of this bc its so saddening to even imagine— EVEN THOUGH ITS SAD PLS DO READ😭‼ thoughts on an alternative ending?

Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!

iv. wither (alt ver.)

Jay felt like an ass to put it simply. On a deep dive inside his feelings revealed that he wasn't plainly bored at his current relationship rather bored with his stagnant work-life moreover his regulated stress load. Blown over he weighed on going over for the first time in weeks to apologise and win you over though his damage was severe.

The keys jingled in the near distance, jay slipping in through the door, watching as nothing had really moved around in the house. He contemplated on notifying you of his abrupt appearance, opting to slowly creep up the stairs. Unknown to you, you had started coughing again, the strength in your arms to cover your mouth non-existent.

Resulting in the blood coating you and the mattress in a painful fit of red as you sobbed heartbroken to yourself wondering where it went wrong, did he require more space, had you been more mindful would he still be at your side.

Jay stilled on hearing your heart wrenching sobs, the previous hesitance gone as he ran up the stairs and to your situation on the bed stained bed. Having forgotten about your coughing fit of blood through the apparent stress from the separation. 

His sight fell to the canvas in front of him greeting as you cough seized, your eyelids lugging over your glassed over orbs, jay getting to knees as he saw you covered in blood, his hand finding your paint ridden hand. You gave a weak chuckle, "if we ever meet again, I hope it works out then," you say, the diamonds leaving the comfort of your eyes and onto your crimson imposed self. 

Jay heaved from panic, "why didn't you tell me?!" He hurried exclaimed, his hand running down your arm to keep your burning vessel even warmer. Unbeknownst to him he'd been crying and you watched with low eyes close to shutting, your palm lifting up to his tear stricken cheek, "just know," you paused, shutting your eyes completely feeling the life get sucked out of your body. 

"i love you."

"I'm sorry! I was never bored with us to begin with, i wasn't in my right mind, i do love you!"

The reverting of branches in your lungs was faint heard as you experienced multiple waves of pain that had a different accent of beats in your heart, feeling yourself heal internally. Coughing, you requested, "say that again," you managed with your orbs clamping shut from the intermolecular forces shifting the branches out.

"i love you, i love you, i love you! I can't bare to see you like this i'm a real jerk, i'm so sorry darling,"

The corners of your eyes crinkled and you left the last of your sobs, turning away from him and curling into a ball, hiding away from him. He ran over to the other side of the mattress and hopped on, settling an arm over and rubbing your back as you hid in arms, sniffling.

"you're such a dick, i genuinely hope you know." you murmur loud enough for him to hear. Jay frowned and inched closer, clutching you harder, his free hand searching for your face, resting his palm on your cheek, continuing to caress it. "i'm sorry, i'm such a shitty boyfriend."

"elaborate," "on what?"

"on how you're absolute shit," "i'm that bad..?" "as of late."

Gripping your front out of the safe place you'd made for yourself, he brought you to his chest though the blood would stain his clothing, ruffling your hair not minding the blotting. Tugging you away, he brought you to his lips to which you refused, pushing yourself away. He wore a sad smile, "right, take your time."

May with diminishing hope for jay who hadn't given up on trying to win back your heart after crumbling it to pieces. He rented out a nearby apartment and would send you gifts and presents along with his handwritten letters every morning before he left for a tiresome day at work. Day after day, he'd leave them at your doorstep, leaving immediately after ringing on the doorbell.

Today was nothing different. At 8 sharp he'd drop by with a cap covering his face, items in hand, placing them in a hurry, needing to rush to work right after. Not once had you written a reply to his letters, finding it hard to write back to the man who threatened your own living from misjudgement. You watched through the small gap from the window, observing the way he fixatied his letter in the front with a weightsome sign.

He left rather slowly, drifting onto the pavement, shuffling away. Once a good few minutes had passed, you panned open the door, picking up the gifts and his handwritten letter signed up to you. You marvelled at his unwavering hope that you'd cave in even though a month without single response from you passed lestfully.

You placed them in the countertop, unfolding the letter, the usual contents consisting of little inserts of his recent updates and excerpts of his life without you. Though the one you held was shorter than expected, certain parts of the paper were spotted with water of what you suspected to be tears. Your concern spiked, hastily flipping the page over to reveal the written contents in his signature messy handwriting.

"i'll be giving up today. i'll be starting fresh elsewhere, far from here, you don't have to worry about running into me when you're out and about. finally, i'll be quitting my job, it was never for me, i'll go live a quiet life somewhere. I still love you and i will forever. live a good life without me and with someone who can treat you better than i ever did, my dear, yn." — once your shitty boyfriend, jay.

You front fell. This was what you were waiting for, so why were you clutching your mouth in a tight clasp, feeling tears escape your eyes? You didn't know how to take the news, dropping the heartfelt page to the surface, flipping open your door and on your sandals and kicking onto the sidewalk.

Walking in a sped up pace, the wet tears planted over your face, your hand wiping them away as you began jogging, taking a right turn advancing to sprint, spotting his rented out apartment right down the alley. Skipping up the metal stairs you stood before his front door, panting and sobbing all in one, stopping to think about the passcode.

Recalling it for his letter to you from the early days of April when he first bought the unit, stating it was your birthday if you ever felt the need to barge in and make yourself at home. You pressed down on the padded keys, beeping as you left and trailed over the numbers. You entered the last number and a harsh tone buzzed.

He left.

You collapsed to the floor, back to what was once his front door as you hugged your knees while tears ran down your face, clad in your pyjamas from your slumber. Footsteps echoed to your left and you couldn't give a damn as you continued to sob your heart out, grabbing your hair in frustration as you slapped your forehead from regret.

"yn?"

You peered up from your stained clothing and onto the figure who stood by your side. You scurried to your feet upon glimpsing at the stature of your boyfriend, running up to him as you collapsed into him, wrapping your arms around him. "dont leave," you uttered in a broken sob in the day at possibly 8:10am on an unsuspecting date for many.

His arms feel limp to his sides as you pull away softly, peeking at him from your teared eyelashes, solely to find him looking away from you and to the wall that faced you two, droplets of his own trailing down his cheek and onto the cold, hard floor. "no, please, look at me,"

"i can't,"

"please, jay," you voiced desperately, the man attempting to veer his head towards you, failing as he met you in the middle as soon as his eyes met yours, hanging his head low, crying.

Lifting up his head, biting down your lip, watching him refusing to open his eyes and gaze at you. You hesitated for a moment before you embraced him and let your head fall on his shoulder like in the past, your fingers clasping onto his, running another on his hair in a pat repeatedly.

Prying open his glassy orbs, he looked down at you on his shoulder, feeling your tears father and soak into his shirt. He sighed shakily, deciding to act on his desires, bringing you to him once again, just like the month where you rejected his lips, hoping you'd accept this time. If not, he'd leave without a trace.

Hesitation clouded his mind as he stared into your watering eyes. Sensing his present nerves, you slowly placed your palm to him, reaching into him, nearing his chapped lips. You stopped centimetres away, breathing out to his parted mouth. Sealing the deal, you lunged forward, yearning to lean into his touch, his fingertips gripping your shoulder setting to fire. 

You pulled away and breathing in and reached for him again, the lack filling with having, tilting into him as you deepened the kiss, the rushed sentiment healing your lonesome, listless heart with love. He broke off the connection, saliva dripping from the passion and heat between your mouths.

"do you still love me?" you queried, hoping for an affirmation. "yes, like i said, i will forever." "good because I didn't brush my teeth again,"

[awaitinganorphanera]

Who was going to tell me that in order to produce a fic I actually have to write it >:((((( ??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE WORDS DONT JUST APPEAR IN THIN AIR IF I STARE AT THE BLINKING CURSOR LONG ENOUGH WITH MY BRAIN FILLED WITH SO MUCH IDEAS RAHHHH !!!!

Anyway, I just wanted to share a small tidbit of a Hanahaki au CobyMeppo fic/draft/idea/prompt/shitty compilation of words that barely make sense that I've been working on since FEBRUARY but never fucking finished and am currently still struggling to even continue as embarrassing as that sounds because idk whether its cohesive or good enough to even share on Ao3 Its just the idea of Helmeppo developing and struggling through Hanahaki disease would be so neat imo due to how most CobyMeppo shippers head cannon Helmeppo's feelings being unrequited at first (or not at all) and how he just adores Koby so fucking much that he becomes so ruined. I cant. Apologies if the structured and the way it's told is messy and incoherent, I've added the lil space in the indent thingy to depict a different part of the fic since im not very good at transitioning. I haven't written anything in so long and I wanted to pump so much bits that I didn't even weave anything properly so, HERE IT IS: (a lot of it IS corny and a bit cheesy so be forewarned akjsjasjsa)

Koby always liked flowers. Surely then, Helmeppo thought, Koby would like him too. Helmeppo, who dwelled within his prickly walls, each barbed with Rose thorns. Helmeppo, with his muddled virtues, swelling and desiccated like stains from Poppy sap. Helmeppo, with a chest riddled with budding blossoms, all watered by his desolate, weeping heart. Could such qualities appeal to the man he grew to love? Perhaps, Helmeppo thought, and perhaps too, he should have known better.  Known when his feelings had begun to develop into something more than simple tolerance, more than respect, more than adoration and even more than intense attachment to the pink-haired boy. At least then, he would have prepared for the worst. Or at least… That's what he assumed when the worst began. It was a blur, how it started. Helmeppo was always self-aware, extremely conscious of his feelings. He knew of jealousy, anger, longing, all traits that contributed and resulted from his desperate and gnawing want to appease his father. His father, of course. His own blood and bones, the same person who probably caused the beginning of all– this. Was it really a surprise? Helmeppo couldn't think of any fucked up thing in his life that hadn't ultimately been caused by Morgan. He grew to learn how to read the room, read the faces, read the tones, he grew to know his father's thoughts without actually knowing anything about his father's feelings. Did he even feel? Feel for his son? No. Of course not. The only thing Morgan could feel for him was apathy.  Sometimes, Helmeppo wished his father hate him instead, wished that he was worth hitting. At least then, he would have experienced treatment that came with passion and effort, treatment that resulted from feeling, treatment that made him feel at the barest, like he meant something.  The lack of care and lack of anything that Morgan bothered to show to his son was barely even the surface of reasons why Helmeppo is even suffering through this. The cause that made Helmeppos brain chemistry rewire and for his damn neuromodulators to rearrange. To see something as small as a single act of genuine care be perceived as a trick, a lie, a dream that he’d so desperately want to fall into and relive despite the possible consequences. He should have recognized how unhealthy and apparently not normal these thoughts were, should have known that his emotions are unstable and too much, should have seen how horrific he grew to be. But even then, Helmeppo thought, would that have done anything to prevent the illness he'd eventually succumb to?

Of all the horrors in Helmeppo’s life, he would have thought that seeds growing inside his lungs would have been the most and hopefully (though doubtedly, considering his luck in life) last traumatic event that would truly, bring him to ruin. But of course, the world, just like how Helmeppo always found himself to be, would never have enough, and just like the breaths he was left to breathe, would leave him dwindling in the years to come. It started as a blur, again, just like any day in the ship he found himself settled in. A gift. He thought, better than what life offered him when he woke up back in shells town. Or at least that's what he’s been telling himself.  Morgan was cruel, sure, but at least he was familiar. He was easier to navigate, easier to chart and read and hide from.  He couldn’t do this here, when things still felt new. He knew of Garp and his capabilities, but he didn’t know the limits of his patience, he had no clue what and how many things would warrant the usage of his fist. He knew of the shady business of the Navy and the World Government, knew of its structure and how it works; the tutors paid by his father made sure of that much, but he never got to live through it.

SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME TIPS ON HOW TO TRANSITION PARTS IN WRITING, I SUCK ASS AND AM OPEN TO CRITIQUES AHJSJAS

[grimalkinmessor]

Very interested in your "L gets Hanahaki" AU. Especially option 2 because that's the one that seems most like what L would take. Plus, it would likely end in Lawlight (albeit under threat of recurring terminal disease. Wait, does that mean Hanahaki is non explicit version of Fuck Or Die 🤔? Since failure to make the other person fall in love would eventually lead to death).

What sort of things do you think L would do, to make Light fall for him subtly? Does he refer to magazines for romantic advice? Or look stuff up on internet? Ask Wammy or Aiber (who is implied to be happily married even if he's involved in a morally dubious career path)?

I get Hanahaki is serious business TM, but L doing serious research and experimenting what methods work and what don't like a science experiment except it's about romance... It makes me laugh. It's creepy adorable? Sort of.

The possibility of "what to do if Light does love me back, I can't keep Kira... Or can I?" is also fun~

Would L make a 'Kira enclosure'? But if Kira is sad inside said enclosure... Light hurt and sad --> L hurt and sad. It's like hitting his own foot lmao.

Hanahaki is definitely non-explicit Fuck or Die. Love or Die. Except in this case it's Love and Die :3 Fun, isn't it?

And that's the fun bit, honestly—L trying various ways of wooing Light with varying degrees of success. L wouldn't ask Aiber for advice, though, because he's trying to get Light to fall in love with him, not trying to seduce him into bed. Or, well, not just that anyway.

Unironically I think Light would enjoy being wooed like a nineteenth century woman; flowers, poems and letters declaring undying loyalty and intent, expensive gifts and foods, the whole shebang. So I think L's best bet would be to take this and,,,,pervert it, a little bit.

But—first things first—L has to make Light register him as a romantic option, rather than simply an enemy to overcome. Luckily for L, he's already halfway there! He (rightly) assumes that, since no one else has ever had any luck gaining Light's genuine attraction with looks, pretty words, or outright affection, that Light wouldn't fall in love with just anyone, or he'd have a true partner by now. L, with his superior intelligence and moral standing, is likely the only person that could ever actually interest Light long enough for him to develop romantic feelings—and, despite how arrogant that is, he's right! :D So the first and biggest step here is for Light to stop seeing L as a looming threat. L would probably drop some comments here and there about not having Kira executed once he catches them, about how brilliant Kira is, about how it's a real shame that Kira is evil and wants to kill him because a mind like that could be very helpful to him. Drop a bomb in front of the Task Force and admit that he doesn't actually oppose Kira as much as he enjoys the chase and wants solve the puzzle regardless of the true outcome. A gamble, but one that would pay off in terms of Light's murderousness.

While L does that, he also begins to work on the 'wooing' aspect of his plan, by giving Light gifts 💖 BUT the caveat is that Light only receives these gifts directly after being nice or affectionate towards L. L even gives them out when Light is being real/sarcastic with him, to encourage him to not only want to be affectionate with L, but also to open up to him and show him his true (♡Kira♡) self. And then L also, at the same time he begins giving Light gifts, starts leaving romantically inclined things within Light's line of sight. A little heart eraser on their desk, a love song playing in the background while L works, several romance novels joining the book stack near their bed—all while L makes himself a larger figure in Light's life, forcing all of those associations to turn to him. Again, Pavlov would be jealous of the shit L is pulling.

(Watari is not exactly...happy about this turn of events, but he doesn't protest either. He wants L to live as well, he just wishes that it was a nice young lady instead of, you know, Kira.)

The funniest thing about this though, is that it would work. Light would be idly getting ready for the day, pulling on his fancy new clothes that L recently bought for him and liking how nice they look on him, and be mentally planning out a way to do something nice for L so he'll be in a good mood to have Watari order dinner from that nice restaurant again, and also so Light can watch L lick the chopsticks clean because he likes to watch L eat normal food—and then his brain would do the loudest fucking record scratch you've ever heard in your life because when exactly did he start planning his schemes around L's continued existence instead of his death?? When did he start feeling excited to see him, or fond of him??? Diaster!

Meanwhile L hasn't thrown up whole flowers for days and he's feeling pretty good about himself >:3

As for the Kira Enclosure....well, you're right. Locking Light up in any sort of way is no longer an option. But L would see continuing allowing him to be Kira as a loss as well. So maybe L finds a way to pin everything on Higuchi or Misa, and calls for Light to come with him since the case is 'solved'. Maybe L would have both Death Notes by the end, or maybe he wouldn't, but he'd wrap Light up in enough manipulative red tape in front of the Task Force that Light wouldn't be able to refuse him and stay in Japan, so either way Light doesn't exactly have access to a Death Note anymore.

Oh he still might have a page or two that he can use hidden away, but L keeps a very close eye on him 💕 "Light-kun's beauty distracts me" is not much of an excuse when it's true, even if that's not the only reason. And if Light finds an occasion to use one of those pages on, say, one of the more elusive criminals that they're hunting? Well, L didn't see shit, if you're asking. No idea what you're talking about, Watari, that man obviously had prior health problems. His lab results were clearly faked you should probably crack down on that morgue's security—

...Ironically, L with Hanahaki is the one most likely to have a happy ending :3

[acerathia]

two birds || Act I

Summary:

Hanahaki: A disease stemming from bottling up romantic feelings, as these decide to grow inside the lungs and the blood system of the sick person, resulting in flowers. Thus the first symptoms are the coughing up of flower petals accompanied by pain and breathlessness, as the flower continues to grow as long as the affected does not confess their feelings. Alternatively, the growing flower can be removed via surgery, but it may affect the ill person’s ability to feel love in various forms. Or How do you react with falling in love with no real chance? Simple, a tragedy in five acts.

Wordcount: 1.6k

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Pairing:

Obito Uchiha / Reader

Tags/CW:

features of a tragedy, hanahaki disease, childhood friends, some degree of isolation, No War AU,

Note:

Please note that I choose to not tag some stuff, as it contains heavy spoilers, proceed with caution and with the knowledge that everything is either connected to the tragedy aspect, or the hanahaki disease itself. First chapter!! I already wrote the whole fic, so as long as I don't forget about it, I will be updating it regularly!! Enjoy!! <3

The scene: Your place, filled with trinkets, memories, the warm embrace you genuinely need

Scene I. – YOU in the kitchen, the light breaking through the clouds, illuminating the tiles

Your bare feet roam over the cool tiles, the sun tickling your skin as you tinker with the kettle, the soft clang underlining your slow humming. With nimble fingers, you begin to prepare some tea, the water inside of the kettle blubbering and babbling softly as the heat tickles it. A big spoon in hand you begin to scoop a heap, two heaps of tea leaves, trickling down, calming the water down. A drizzle of sugar followed soon after, drowning into the soft embrace of the water, disappearing. 

You’re expecting a guest, the usual one, the one you had been connected with since your childhood. And there’s barely anyone you understand better than him, the years together mending you irrevocably. So you knew, you knew when he’s going to arrive, even if the clock tells you he should arrive any minute now, but you knew, and you wait patiently, brewing the tea, so he could enjoy it at perfect temperature, at perfect taste, how he enjoyed his tea. 

And the melodic whistle of the kettle warns you before the bell even starts, before a knock could be felt. A smile stretching across your features, joy filling your veins as you leave the kitchen. 

Scene II. – YOU and OBITO UCHIHA in the doorway, the scent of rain and grass wafts in, shoes and slippers scattered around

The door is wide open, inviting the breeze into your home, framing the two of you sharing a hug. That is until you start poking your fingers between his ribs, teasing a giggle, a shove, a smile, out of him. Tripping, dramatically tipping, you drag him inside, only allowing him to change into his slippers, the ones you specifically put there for him, different than the guest ones, special in their own way. 

You barely wait for him to do though, your fingers anchoring between his, trying to haul him inside, as if your impatience is going to make time run faster, the slippers already on his feet before you even had the simple thought of them. But as it doesn’t work like that, you keep yanking, hauling, until he finally takes the first steps inside. 

With the same abruptness you had started pulling, you stop and just make your way to the kitchen, him by your side, the same as always. 

Scene III. – YOU and OBITO in the kitchen, the humming of the tea fills the air, the chairs awaiting their embrace

As soon as you enter the kitchen, something just clicks and you both start setting up the table, no exchange of words needed. You pour milk into two mugs, different amounts for each of you, but familiar nonetheless, the tea followed soon after, the liquids joining, greeting, cooling and heating. And while you’re filling the mug to the brim, yet forbidding the edge from kissing the drink you had prepared, he sorts the different kinds of treats, cakes, biscuits, all standing in rows in comfort, putting the plates onto the table, under the soft sunlight. 

The mugs join the plates, clinking in greeting. And you both take a seat in front of each other, hands around the warmth in front of you, the liquids slightly different shades. A sip, a smile, a swipe. For a moment you both just dip the biscuits, dripping them into your mouths, dissolving on your tongues. The silence stretches, like a cat under the sunlight, seeking the soft touch of someone's fingertips. 

Your first words pet it, satisfy it. They glide over your lips, sentences forming easily in his presence, the conversations readily available whenever. It always had been like that. There has always been a certain air around you two, a certain way of interaction you could never dare to replicate. People often assume it’s because of your shared childhood, yet others belonged to your tiny group too, belonged in your comfort space, but don’t belong in this kind of connection. It never is the same with them. 

The rest of the tea cools down, your words blowing on its surface. With calm movements you begin to collect the dishes, putting them in the sink as Obito begins to grab ingredients for whatever sweet tooth you had planned, you had been discussing. For some time you bicker about the future dessert, until you finally settle on something that satisfies you both. 

(Pie? Cupcakes? Puffed Pastries? You threaten to walk out the moment he suggests the last one.)

With that decision made and set, you start working, mixing everything while he throws the needed ingredients into the pot, measured and timed. Music is in the background, your screams, so-called singing, echo through the small kitchen space, resulting in a fit of giggles, hindering your progress for a small amount of time, the happiness mixing into the soft dough, The spoon desperately scraping the walls of the bowl to keep everything together even if it’s its fault. Once everything is thoroughly mixed, the spoon hugs the dough, only to shove it away, into the tray, filling the round cases. 

This routine gets randomly disturbed by the occasional slap on his fingers, trying to dip into the soft mix to take a taste. Beside that occurrence, the spoon keeps taking, taking until the bowl is empty and the tray filled, its job done, only to get put aside, losing its purpose. 

You lay the tray to rest between the welcoming warmth, almost forgetting to set a timer, lest their surface crumbles into nothing but coal, unsavory with a slight aftertaste. 

And the moment you turn around, a cloud of flour tickles your nose and you sneeze, leaning slightly forward, right into the bowl he holds conveniently at the right place. The rest of the dough sticks to your forehead, to your cheeks and lips, nose. You take a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm, until you almost inhale a chunk of the mix. Straightening up, you grab the bowl, careful to keep the feelings sprouting inside you out of your face. That is until you just dump the bowl over his head, the liquid trickling into his hair, down his forehead, between his eyelashes. And you grin. You grin and begin to smear the dough further, making handprints all over his shirt, all while evading the bowl he tries to gift you as a hat. Your dodging doesn’t stop him from outright scooping the rest clinging to the walls of the bowl and just pushing it into your face. You end up snorting a bit, due to your giggles betraying you in that matter. 

A coughing fit overtakes you, but you don’t stop, simply pressing your face into his shirt, creating a print of your squished face. Your laughter mixes with the coughing, until he hands you a glass of water, exorcizing the clogging in your throat. 

With a sigh you put the glass away, finally calming down, and realizing the mess you both made. For a moment though, you just enjoy the silence filled with content happiness, an echo of your giggles and playfulness. 

A ringing disturbs the fragile moment, and you hurry to check on the cupcakes in your oven, sticking a toothpick into them to see if they flourished in the heat, which is burning your face right now. Being satisfied with the result, you put some mitts on, pulling the tray carefully out of the oven, setting it onto some heat resistant plates. Immediately you have to slap his hand away, warning him of the heat, sending him away to get himself cleaned, to change his clothes. He tries to convince you with a pout, but you’re so used to the little just of his lips, that despite your slightly racing heart you set your foot down. So he trudges away, glancing back at the sweets.

Waiting for him to finish, you begin to take the cupcakes out of the tray, taking a break frequently to nurse your heated palms. Despite your pace, you have to wait some minutes before he comes back and it’s your turn to wash yourself and to change your clothes. For a moment you consider stealing one of his spare shirts in your closet, but you change your mind before pulling through, putting something out of your own shirts on. 

Unsurprisingly, he already holds a cupcake in his palm, a bite in his mouth, missing. And he makes eye contact, his chewing stops, looking like some kind of rabbit barely missing a kunai. You lift your eyebrows, glad to see that he only took one, not more, before you snagged one yourself. 

While eating away at the home-made delicacy, you begin packing some in a box, handing it to him to take home. It’s almost time, the sun peeking orange through your window, the owls announcing their shift. You know he has to go, as much as you’d like to keep him longer by your side, to invite him into the night like you used to, watching the stars as kids, sleeping on the ceiling of your home. But that’s not possible anymore, you both work, different occupations, different times. You’re lucky you both still have time occasionally, him with his new group, you with whatever paperwork and missions are swamping your desk. 

Still, he’s happy, content, and so are you, despite the missing time. You push the container into his hands, before wrapping your arms around him. His hands splay on your back and for a moment you both share a breath, your lungs collapsing as his expand, expanding as his collapse. 

Not more than one breath though, not longer than that before you unwind from each other, before you’re already at your front door, waving goodbye with a heavy heart, something unfurling inside you at the sight of his back turned to you, and it feels like it’s the only thing truly constant in your life.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by @rigginsstreet with the word TROUBLE

T - Edwin/Charles | Dead Boy Detectives wip : That does it. This bitch does not get to lay one fucking finger on Edwin, not if Charles has anything to say about it.

R - Steve/Eddie | Stranger Things, Beauty and the Beast au : “Run, Dustin,” he hissed over his shoulder.

Steve’d been through this enough to know that something always happened. Someone got left behind. Someone sacrificed themselves. They always lost someone. So he knew how this was going to go. He knew that fate wouldn’t have her fill without one of them being left for dead - and Steve would be damned if he was going to let it be Dustin.

O - Eddie/Chrissy | Stranger Things, aro!hellcheer wip : Over the coming years, Wayne would be the only person Eddie could really talk to about any crushes or things like that. He was the only person that understood. Eddie didn’t exactly love in the way everyone else seemed to.

U - Harley/Rick | The Suicide Squad wip : “Uh.. hi,” he manages, nodding uncertainly.

He’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop, or some hint of a trap to be laid out before him, because, so far, it just seems like Harley has genuinely just invited him around to her apartment. And, judging solely on the decorations, it seems like it may actually be her birthday.

B - Mr Flower/Argos | The World Of Mr Plant, hanahaki au : But for Mr Flower? It seems to have hit its peak. Sure, he’s still… in love… but it’s not something that’s getting any more intense, no matter how long Mr Flower spends around his fertiliser, as the doctors call him. He honestly doesn’t think it will. This is how he feels about Mr Plant, and this is where those feelings will stay.

L - Maddy/Liam | Wolfblood s2e10 canon divergence : Liam crawls on after it, squinting into the blackness outside of his flashlight’s reach. Occasionally he’ll catch a silhouetted tail swishing through the shadows or a flash of those evil eyes looking back at him. It’s the only reassurance he has that he hasn’t lost his guide.

E - Huntsman/Snow | Snow White and the Huntsman wip : Eric’s grip tightens, holding her jab securely in place. He feels the length of the blade pressed against the side of his ribcage even through the layers of his clothes. A few inches to the left and it would puncture a lung. A few further and his heart would be giving out now, pouring the sludge of his blood into that broken chest.

Tagging @kallisto-k @kittyphoenix12-xx @intothedysphoria with the word SWEET (of course, as always, no pressure :) )