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HP au

Since a03 is down HERES a little something :D Enjoy.

Harry Potter AU with Binghe/QIngqiu. Its Cang Qiong school [like hogwarts] with the four houses slytherin etc but the ministry of magic is Huan Hua. And Yue Qingyuan is the headmaster. So Shen Qingqiu [slytherin] bullies and abuses Luo Binghe the kid one year younger and then Binghe gets powerful and then takes his revenge by killing and tortuing his childhood bully.

So of course Shen Yuan dies and gets drop kicked into this HP fanfiction ):

Shen Yuan transmigrated into Shen Qingqiu the rival of Luo binghe inthe opposing house of slytherin to his Griffendor. He was doomed! after Binghe’s rise to power he tortures Shen Qingqiu in the worse way making him wish for death. Binghe's use of leglimency destroys Shen Qingqiu’s mind better and leaves him a husk thats only AFTER his limbs had been ripped off. well better than Shang Qingqiu, who ends up chocking himself to death from mobei juns curse.

Already they were in fifth year and after another year Luo binghe will fall into the abyss during the triwizard tournament, it wasn’t the school years that was the worst, it’s what came after at the ministry of Huan hua.

Luo Binghe would become the new chief warlock and minister and to do that needed a lot of votes so he ended up needing most of the seats of the ministry lords and ladies not only becoming powerful and destroying Shen Qingqiu’s reputation he became a powerful dark wizard. And there were so many loose threads of potential! but that hack writer was always inconsistent, creating plot holes and problems then ignoring it! Airplane should spend less time on Twitter and more focused on this mess of a magical fantasy world!

Poly juice potion! Easily made by third years and yet bypasses the ministry of magic when Luo Binghe and Liu Mingyan pretended to be important figure heads and -you guessed it- stole important and classified documents!

Thank god the bank was run by demons! At least their money was safe along with the cursed artefacts it was protected! If cultivators were in charge all of them would be bankrupt!

And now here he was staring at the small white lotus before him. Luo Binghe was on his hands and knees bullied and humiliated in front of all of his peers. Shen Qingqiu cursed, it was too late he had been abusing Binghe his whole childhood if he acted nice now it would be ooc!

And Binghe’s eyes flashed with hatred as Ming Fan laughed mockingly, Shen Qingqiu grimaced although it looked like a sneer at Binghe but truthfully. Ming fan was in a world of hurt. This was when everything went downhill for Shen Qingqiu when he started getting his karma and Shen Yaun rotted for it. Now that he WAS the character he knew he had to avoid his fate.

“Enough, you’ve tortured the beast enough.” Shen Qingqiu walked away and of course Ming fan would follow now that left it up for one of Binghe’s ladies to find him.

During his time trying to find a way to FIX this mess he ends up finding airplane who looks pretty bullied by Mobei-jun. Shen Qinqiu pressed him up against the wall of the boys toilets stalls. “You have to get me out of this! It’s your dumbfuck writing that landed me here!”

“Hey I’m in here too! My death is just awful!” Shen Qingqiu scowled then closed his eyes, “If you help me, I’ll keep you away from Mobei-jun and break that curse.” Shang Qinghua looked relieved and decided to tell Shen Qingqiu ‘everything’ about his draft and plot lines and where they were going to go. Turns out airplane had been in this world longer so he figured out early on it would go with his original script and not the one he settled on to pay the bills.

“Why are you avoiding a-Lou?” Ning Yingying asked and Shen qingqiu grimaced turns out he had his own bully qui jianlou who was also nicknamed a-Lou and it triggered Shen Qingqiu of his past.

Also, the reason Shen Qingqiu bullied Binghe was because he had a crush on Ning Yingying although Shen Yuan never saw the appeal and also trying to go after Binghe’s ladies is a no- no!

And he could see he was stressing binghe out not attacking him, the waiting and anticipation probably had his nerves on edge the poor thing.

His response was so crazy it might work hopefully Luo binghe may understand and be disgusted and want to avoid him maybe if Shen Qingqiu plays it up in the torture later on it might make Luo Binghe back off? Who knows it was worth a try.

“I like him.” Shen Qinqiu spoke “An infatuation that I misinterpreted as loathing sometimes you get the two confused.” Ning Yingying blinked “You know pulling pigtails? You tease or bully someone you like?”

She puffed her cheeks “that’s not very nice! And it’s not true you’ve never expressed any interest in a-Lou like that!”

“Well I would never treat someone I love like that but the thing was a-Ning I didn’t know! Now that I understand what those feelings are I’m ashamed, and I do know a lot about Binghe.” He spoke nose in the air. And Ning Yingying placed her hands on her hips eyes narrowed.

“What’s his favourite colour?”

“Red, he wears it in his wardrobe all the time and if not that then Black.” Because of his poor upbringing he couldn't experiment on colours and always settled on black, it was easy to clean as well.

She blinked not expecting that, then began to question Shen Qingqiu on everything he knew about Luo Binghe and he answered every single one. He was a binghe stan and read these books religiously and battled many a troll online he can recite Binghe’s introduction chapter by heart!

And Ning Yingying watched how he grew more animated and passionate as he listed of each question he knew Binghe’s favourite food [the same one as his mothers meal that he cooked for her and she smiled and complimented him and it was plain congee, which he feeds his ladies with all the time and yet each one never appreciated it or cared to understand the signifigance] his best friends, his favourite subject his least favourite subject.

“It’s charms which makes sense since he’s-“ he cut himself and remembered Luo Binghe would probably see these memories in a pensive, he grimaced when he realised how uch he was geeking out.

Ning Yingying watched how Shen Qingqiu stood up straighter clearing his throat as if he wasn't just waxing poetry about Binghes hair. The thing is the wizarding world was sensitive to certain topics such as dark light and nuetral wizards. Dark wizards were ostricised and looked down on for being evil. And since Shen Qingqiu is from a dark family and an advocate for it is obviously the villain while Binghe is a prophosised chosen one. Luo Binghe had little romps through the castle stealing a pensive and using it. And if it came to light that Luo Binghe was a dark wizard well-

Oh it was a shock to him too airplane called it irony, that Shen Qingqiu the first son of a line of dark witches and wizards had a light core because it was revealed that he was a bastard and would soon be disowned for being a light wizard. Unable to continue that line meanwhile binghe the champion of the light was in fact a dark core wizard because of his father Tianglang-Jun jun who was currently in Azkaban.

Charms was a light subject while defense or actual dark arts itself was obviously dark. Luo binghe was going against his core and if it goes on for too long may end up destroying it. Hence the abyss he learns that little secret and ends up becoming all powerful and over turning the Huan hua masters and overtaking Cang Qiong school and changing the subjects to be more aligned with the proper cores.

One person had almost destroyed their core by two opposing sides using the wrong magic that rebounded, Liu Qingge. Who was currently in a coma in the medical bay being looked after by their professors. He would’ve been moved the Qian Co peak to be monitored by mediwitches but Mu Qingfan moved into the school personally so to make it easier for school mates and Liu Mingyan to visit her brother since there was nothing they could do for him but wait for him to wake up.

Of course Shen Qingqiu must have murdered Liu qinnge in his sleep and airplane said; “Nope all me, to frame Shen Qingqiu as public enemy number one away from the obviously suspicious me. But this time I won’t do that so Liu Qingge will wake up and tell everyone it was ‘him’ that did a dodgy spell and not you!”

Yes the reason that Shen Qingqiu wasn’t suspended after their duel was because they couldn't take the other side of the story innocent until proven guilty.

Blame Yue Qingyuan for that, the headmaster of Cang Qiong. Their was a weird relationship between him and Shen Qingqiu and airplane told him it’s better if he didn’t know he’ll tell him depending on if they live or not.

Which wasn’t reassuring.

“Ming fan stop bullying the beast, it’s just depressing at this point. We’re fifth years it’s time to act our age.” Ming fans face fell “Of course Shen -shixiong.”

How he got followers is beyond him, his Ning Yingying is his friend was also puzzling.

And he could see Luo Binghe’s glower. _________________________________________________________

“A little birdie told me you had a crush on me.” Shit.

Keeping his expression blank he calmly replied “Yes? What of it?”

“It seems unfair that I was faced with so much abuse over something so trivial, I deserve compensation.”

Shen Qingqiu sneered “as if, this one can’t take back everything he’s done. So what do you want?”

“Well I was just wondering what if you were lying? Just to avoid all the consequence of bullying me?” Shen Qingqiu Definitely wilted in guilt. “I’m sorry.”

That seemed to shock Luo binghe at the apology but Shen qinqiu meant it. Luo binghe didn’t deserve any of that.

Also how crappy is this situation? If binghe even believed it or returned his feelings that is borderline abusive and a dash of Stockholm syndrome if Shen qinqiu was reading this he would spit blood!

Although Luo binghe did have some questionable wives who were just as cruel then became his ladies to his lord so maybe binghe would be into it-

He kissed him, Shen Qingqiu made a startled noise at the back of his throat as binghe kissed him and- and- he was good at it! So binghe already had some ladies under his belt, good for him!

And Shen Qingqiu moaned, melting into a puddle like putty in Binghe’s hands, he was really good at this. Shen Qingqiu eyes slid shut deepening the kiss and following Binghe and chasing him when he pulled back until the kiss broke.

Oh he had to prove it. They had to pretend.

“D-don’t mess with my feelings if you don’t mean it.” Shen Qingqiu scowled, face flushed red and he was fighting to calm down and not feel so hot. “Likewise.”

So pretend dating. He could do this, when binghe took his hand as both slytherin and griffendors were paired he stiffened then scowled pulling at Binghe’s hand under the table. Binghe had his other hand in his cheek looking up at Shen Qingqiu, he hadn't had his growth spurt yet and Shen Qingqiu knew when Luo Binghe got bigger and towered over him Shen QIngqiu became more irritated and lashed out more in fear as well as envy.

“Surely this looks worse, Qingqiu.”

Huh? He looked at him oddly, how was it worse? He glanced at their shared hands then looked back up “Uh, how is it worse?” he still didn't understand, Binghe looked delighted and leaned close to whisper in his ear “hands under the table to do strange things,” Binghe’s hand moved to Shen Qingqiu’s thigh although they were still holding hands so Shen Qingqiu’s was taken along for the ride and it still didn’t make sense to him.

“Or this,” then Binghe moved their combined hands closer to the inside and Shen Qingqiu snatched his hand back his ears red “Shamless.” He hissed beneith his breath.

Binghe was mocking him but this was fine he could do this. Better than the alternative.

Unaware that binghe had learned. Leglimency early on practising with his ladies and more contact with someone the more he can use it without sharing eye contact and since Shen Yuan was new to the magical world didn’t know when someone’s mind brushed against his and had no defences and was an open book.

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As Luo Binghe is now suspicious of Shen Qingqiu he, with his invisibilty cloak takes Liu Mingyan and Ning Yingyin as they follow Shen Qingqiu as he disapears at odd hours. It's suspicious.

So, As they follow him and Shen Qingqiu is going through secret turns and loops in the castle that even they didn't know about startle to see him going towards the medical ward.

And see him approach Liu Qingge's bed.

Liu Mingyan almost exposed them so Luo Binghe grabbed her arm keeping her still.

Truthfully Liu Mingyan visits her brother all the time and swore to avenge him and expose Shen Qingqiu as a murderur. Yet each time she visits her brother always has fresh flowers, she assumed it was Mu Qingfan or some student who idolised her brother but truthfully he didn't have many friends.

So the three watch in stunned fascination as Shen Qingqiu disposed of the flowers Liu Mingyan almost snarled before freezing when Shen Qingqiu reached into a bag and pulled out a fresh batch of flowers to place beside the bed.

And his face, Shen Qingqiu looked miserable. Alone in the ward he had no need for pretense. And yet he scratched his neck as he gazed down at Liu QIngge.

"You need to wake up you know. And cut down on the beatuy sleep you're already too beautiful." He spoke reaching out and taking Liu Qingge hand. He looked awkward and irritated.

"I still not used to this- and don't laugh at me!" Shen Qingqiu growled out glaring at the sleeping man "Muggle's spoke about talking to comotase patients and that sometimes they can hear them." He rubbed his thumb against a pale calloused hand that barely responded.

Shen Qingqiu sighed closing his eyes "This is stupid."

But he kept talking, about his day, his spells how Liu Qingge should hurry up and wake up.

"They think I'm going to hex them every time I walk past and yet it was you or tried a spell that was not in lign with your core but no your Liu Qingge you don't listen to reason."

Shen Qingqiu waited and only watched the steady rise and fall of the others chest.

"The more you lay asleep on this bed like the useless shidi you are, the worse it'll be." Shen Qingqiu pressed his lips together looking more and more irritated.

"Liu Mingyans in danger." He spoke with a smirk on his face as he leaned closer, "If you don't wake up I'll hurt her. And it'll be your fault because you decided to lie in instead. I'll do it, it'll be so easy. And you will just let it happen."

And the strangest thing happened.

Liu Qingge's hand twitched.

The three watched stunned as Shen Qingqiu gaped then with new vigor leaned closer "I'm going to do it Liu Qingge, you'll wake up and find out your little sister is dead because of me. The scum villain." He spoke energetic "It'll be so easy, I'll just use polyjuice potion and pretend to be someone she knows someone familiar and lead her out to a secluded area I'll even use that persons wand."

His face truly looked monstrous, like a villain and yet it was all said to wake up Liu Qingge. Because he knew his brother would do anything for his sister.

The things he said was in contrast to his actions and instead of exposing or revealing any answers of Shen Qingqiu only raised more questions.

And Liu Mingyan watched as how Liu Qingge brow furrowed and how even Shen Qingqiu held his breath a genuine smile on his face waiting for Liu Qingge to wake up-

But nothing.

Shen Qingqiu slumped in disapointment. Still holding Liu Qingges hand in a vice like grip.

"Maybe you don't care about her, huh?" he tried one more time but nothing.

Shen Qingqiu scrubbed his face then flinched when he felt something behind him.

"You are doing well, Shen Qingqiu. Talking helps the both of you and this master knows Liu Qingge will wake up in his own time."

Shen Qingqiu looked away "But what if he doesn't? this- does it even work?" Shen Qingqiu asked ripping his hand away and looking up at Mu Qingfan.

The Medi-wizard sighed and looked down "Magic is...a delicate thing. And is very unpredictable the only thing we can do is observe and wait."

"Damn this Shidi of mine, casuing everyone grief...he responded a little at one point."

"Oh? What happened?"

Shen Qingqiu turned around leaning his arms over the chair and resting on it "I threatened his sister, I thought he was going to wake up."

The wizard nodded "Maybe that might wake him up, if Liu Qingge could hear and has some awarness it might give him the push to wake up. Liu Mingyan visits but she never speaks if she keeps consistent it might reinforce that something is wrong. It might wake Liu Qingge."

Shen Qingqiu nodded.

"There's only so many times I can threaten Liu Mingyans life..." Shen Qingqiu joked but still looked hopeless.

Luo Binghes hand clenched against the fabric as he gestured for the others to go.

missing the next interaction.

"You will end up like Liu Qingge if you continue on like this."

Shen Qingqiu looked away "This one has no clue on what you are reffering to Mr Mu."

"Liu Qingge has a nuetral core and tried a very powerful light spell. Thats what made him end up in this state. Your home studies and dark arts could land you in the same boat." Shen Qingqiu tensed "This student-"

"You are a light wizard, Shen Qingqiu. Not a dark or even nuetral. A pure light wizard and if you continue to do spells not alligned with your core then being bed ridden may not be the worse of it."

Shen Qingqiu sighed "This one would gladly but- it's impossible. My family are trying to salvage the dark arts- not all of it is evil!" Take a look at Luo Binghe! In his adventures he's always used his powers for good and to protect his wives!

"If it came out that their son is a light wizard- it doesn't matter if I'm related or not they'll spin it that any one can magically change their cores and alligment it'll reflect badly on the community."

Mu Qingfan sighed "I can't force you, but only in lessons but if you can help it never perform any dark art spells. And take this if you're going to damage your body." Shen Qingqiu blinked at the potion.

"Take that twice morning and night. it'll keep you stable." Shen Qingqiu blinked "I- thank you...and thank you for beliving me and letting me visit Liu-shidi."

Mu Qingfan shrugged "I'm a doctor I knew what happened from the lab results, but this one can't reveal the information as its client confidentialty and only Liu Qingge could reveal his core and story if he wants to."

Shen Qingqiu nodded in other words Mu Qingfan would love to put the rumours to rest that Shen Qingqiu was innocent. But with Yue Qingyuan being so biased and if Mu Qingfan showed no evidence then they would assume that Shen Qingqiu was manipulating them to get away with murder!

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In potion lessons, Shen Qingqiu sneers "Honestly? You have been a student this long?" He noticed Luo Binghe stiffen and moved towards the other moved bhind him as he leaned over Binghes shoulder and took his hands and guided them.

He began to cut the ingredients the right way and even the timing on when to place them in "Remember to crush these not to cut them-" He spoke then tsked in Luo Binghes ear as the other was stood frozen.

"You can cook- I fail to understand how you can be this incompetent at potions." Shen Qingqiu bemoaned, this was because of that stupid fake potions book wasn't it!?

As Shen Qingqiu moved to his own cualdron, he let his thoughts run wild and Binghe was listening to everyone of them.

Damn those brats, Binghe had great potential and they sabotaged him. oh look there he goes.

Luo Binghe listened to his guidance and started treating potions like he did cooking ignoring the book and listening to his instincts instead.

look, he's a natural! of course Binghe is the best and could excel at anything he chooses too but people are so jelaous they have to hold him back! Such a waste!

But there are times when Binghe pretends to be stupid! I can see you, y'know that white lotus act doesnt work on me, protagonist!

Shen Qingqiu sounded annoyed and was even taking it out on his potions. He was really passionate about Luo Binghes wasted potential.

He heard Shen Qingqiu sneer "Was it that hard to be competent?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as Luo Binghes potion passed with flying colours for once.

Of course he's competent, Binghe is amazing. If he wanted to could wipe the floor with anyone here including me! Shen Qingqiu thought looking at his cauldron and Binghe felt his ears flush red.

"Beast- why is your face red?" Shen QIngqiu spoke ah I hate calling him that! but he'll find it suspicious if I stop now- and I cant call him Binghe its too shameful! i don't deserve to call him that, after what I did.

"Are you allergic? Do we need to call Qingfan?" He asked his tone was devoid but Binghe could see the worry.

He's not sick is he- is Binghe even allergic to anything? Does he know? Maybe we can get him tested he was muggle-raised he wouldn't have HAD the wizard vaccines for dragon pox and kneazles shit!

Shen QIngqiu was starting to sound more panicked but Luo Binghe watched in slow motion as Shen Qingqiu placed a hand over his forehead "You're not running a fever..."

Luo Binghe took his hand "This one is fine- just..." Binghe looked away.

"Can you stop calling me that?"

"Hmm? Call you what?"

"Beast, I have a name."

He noticed the relief as the other found himself easily agreeing just as uncomfortable with the name as Binghe was and yet...it started to change. Binghe was almost seeing it as a term of endearment and never bothered to correct it.

But it obviously bothered him.

"Call me Binghe. We are together aren't we?" Binghe asked squeezing Shen Qingqiu hand before relaxing. Now it was Shen Qingqiu's turn to flush.

"I-you, shamless!" He ripped his hand away and went back to his cauldron grabbing his book...that was upset down and Shen Qingqiu eyes were laser focused on the writing.

But clearly not reading it.

I cant call him that- too informal! too close I don't deserve it! Shameful! Only his girlfriends call him that! and this- this isn't, he's just testing me because its pretend!

Ah, Luo Binghe leaned closer "Qingqiu." The other stiffened as he spoke in his ear "Your book is upside down." Shen Qingqius face exploded red.

Binghe was disapointed the first time he heard Shen Qingqiu call it pretend he thought it was another form of bullying. Until he heard his thoughts. Shen Qingqiu liked him and that was the truth, and honestly thought Binghe was playing with him.

But the best part was how even Shen Qingqiu thought if he liked guys, hypothetically and dated it would take him months maybe even years to get the courage to hold someones hand. His last girlfriend took ages to kiss and then weeks later they broke up.

Pretending made his Shizun a bit more forward, too thin face. But to not be caught in the 'lie' ended up inniciating a lot more. Luo Binghe sat back down, his palm on his cheek as he watched his flustered shixiong. Luo Binghe was observent and had noticed how other students older and younger would act towards people they liked.

And Binghe was slowly starting to accept the truth that Shen Qingqiu truly had no idea, misplaced loathing for loving. Luo Binghe scowled when he thought of the relationship he had with the headmaster, Shen Qingqiu was just as prissy and even yelled at the teacher in front of others. And yet he saw the two always going to the office or having tea together in the mornings.

Just what was their relationship?

He couldn't read Yue Qingyuans mind, for some reason his mind was very strong and not easy to gain access into, when his eyes locked onto Binghes he immiedtly backed off and never tried again.

Luo Binghe still hadn't forgiven Shen Qingqiu at first but then noticed the other actually stick up for Luo Binghe and even told his followers to back off. For the first time Luo Binghe was able to just...be at Cang Qiong and learn without worrying about someone trying to hurt him and the more time he spent with Shen Qingqiu the less he was bothered.

...it was nice.

He didn't want to forgive Shen Qingqiu but he could see he was trying, and even went out of his way to help Luo Binghe. He even secretly left the castle with Binghe to get him his wand.

Shen Qingqiu told him to shut up as he payed for it, as Luo Binghe could never afford his own wand and had to get it cheap or second hand, of course Shen Qingqius thoughts were crying for Binghe.

No wonder he was behind! Imagine the power he has with an actual wand that works for him!

Something tells Binghe that maybe the reason Shen Qingqiu was frustrated with him, was how weak and pitful he was as a kid but knew he was a strong and powerful wizard. Then once he realised WHY Binghe was doing so poorly went out of his way to fix it and the weirdest part?

Luo Binghe soaked up the praise and actually wanted to TRY and be better, he never cared for school before but now he actually tried.

When he showed his homework to Shen Qingqiu for pointers the other sniffed "Adequete."

Luo Binghe is amazing! Look how much he's improved even his penmenship has gotten better! Thats my Binghe the smartest student in this school!

Luo Binghe, may have became obsessed to the point of even neglecting his girlfriends. He never told Shen Qingqiu and his girls never minded either they were just happy to be a part of his life and didn't mind sharing.

And Ning Yingyin was his first with Liu Mingyan his second then Sha Hualing came after, and the thing was...they reminded him of Shen Qingqiu. His explosive temper could rival the demon saintess, the way he was cold and aloof and barely spoke like Liu Mingyan or when he genuinly cared and only wanted what was best for binghe he was smart Shen Qingqiu but at times came across as naive he had some strengths but understanding people? That was his weakness. Like Ning yingying.

And to think if it wasn't for her, Luo Binghe may have missed this.

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On another adventure to expose Shen Qingqiu, he found out he was having private lessons away from the school in a hidden underground classroom.

Probably indoctirating his followers, even though they were dating and Luo Binghe found himself liking Shen Qingqiu of all people he still didn't trust him.

Luo Binghe was the chosen one he was told that as soon as he entered the wizarding world but at what? He still didn't understand it or what people wanted from him and Shen Qingqiu was his enemy. Almost all the adults around them told them that.

Shen Qingqiu was scum, evil and cruel and Luo Binghe was their saviour.

So when he and Ning Yingying entered the room, both Shen Qingqiu and they were surprised. It was a classroom with Shen Qingqiu teaching spells on a chalkboard.

This couldn't be it...right?

"Ah can I help you?" He seemed flustered a little and Luo Binghe smiled. "Not at all, this one heard you were giving lessons, and both Ning Yingying and I were wondering if we could join your study group."

"Piss off, Griffen, go away." Ming Fan growled but Shen Qingqiu spoke "Theres no need, you can stay. Pull up a chair."

Ming fan do you have a death wish!? and Ning yingying is right there! How are you expected to gain her attention while being a dick to her best friend honestly? Well, I never choose him as a friend for his brains.

"Now, that we've learned about the dangers of polyjuice potion and the petrificus totalus-"

"Is it true that you can use that to...do something to someone?"

"Like sexual assualt? Possibly." "And obliviate could remove such a memory?" The girl asked petrified "Yes, hyopthetically- are you okay?" He asked noticing her pale "How would you know?"

"Check a medi-wizard. They are well equipped with such things." He spoke no nonsense.

Luo Binghe felt Ning Yingying squeeze his hand almost horrified.

Luo Binghe was too, not once had he even considered such a thing...and these were light spells?

"Now onto Cores." Shen Qingqiu waved his wand and three chalkboards appeared with the chalks moving simultainlously to create illustrations, others awed at the talent of such a feat. Even Luo Binghe was watching.

Shen Qingqiu caught his eye then flushed looking away luckily as he was done as some chalk faltered in his hold. This is nothing! Binghe can do that and more!

"Now," he pointed to the middle board that had a venn diagram of Dark, Nuetral, Light with nuetral overlapping with too.

"Every witch or wizard has a core. you are born with such core and cannot change it, thats a myth going directly against your core could damage your meridians."

A hand raised "Whats meridians?"

"Its your magical veins in your body, squibs are usually people born unlucky, most are witches or wizards who have lost their magic and thats what a squib is a mage who has lost their magic."

"Then why aren't we taught this?" "Power in ignorance I imagine. Now Nuetral users can use only basic light or dark magic. Same as how dark and light can use nuetral" he circled an area and Luo Binghe realised it was in layers, like a number system.

Dark being 5, 4 3. Nuetral being 4, 3, 2 and with Light being 3, 2, 1

"So there are spells that all cores share, a 3 type spell such as alohamora. Why is that?"

"It unlocks doors so...an action spell?"

"Yes, spells that have no gain nor energy, even levitation is a 3 spell. But what can you tell me about the patronus charm?" "That its difficult?"

"Exactly its a light charm against dark creatures such as dementors. Now why do you struggle with it?"

"Because we're dark witches." The others stared and realised thats why they've been failing most of their lessons. Shen Qingqiu nodded "Exactly, this school curriculumn in all of china by the laws is only allowed to study light magic only."

"But- it'll make us lose our magic!" One cried and Shen Qingqiu nodded "They won't see the harm. If dark magic dies out only light magic will remain. So much has been lost for these new laws such as the Parcel tongue ability. And parcel tongue was the last of witches talking to creatures there were others who could speak to all manor of animals not just snakes. And now such an ability is gone, others who can shapeshift, veelas who can charm and bewitch so much gone. Because of ignorance."

There it was, the dark magic properganda.

"But I don't struggle?" A hand rose and Shen Qingqiu smiled "Maybe it might be that you are not a dark wizard?"

"No I am! My family is I'm a dark wizard!"

"Its okay, its okay!" Shen Qingqiu panicked at the sight of tears and flipped a board "See- Wei Wuxian is a prime example of why we can't change our cores and his input is important!"

"Wei Wuxian? That traitor? He deviated to the light side!"

Shen Qingqiu shook his head "I have letters," he flicked his wand and a ton of paper appeared and floated towards each student in the class.

"Most stole his work and research or even censcored the tomes he created, he wanted to appeal but they said they wouldn't publish unless these corrections were made. Here is the passages and theories he wanted to write. Currently his husband is fighting the freedom of speech amendment at the Huan Hua palace."

"Who?" "Hanguang-Jun."

There was silence "But hes a LIGHT wizard!" Shen Qingqiu nodded full on beaming "He was seen as a pillar for the rightous and active fighter for the light side, others think he's been bewitched by Wei Wuxian but hes the only one fighting alongside other dark witches and wizards for the right of dark magic being explored."

"But Wei Wuxian says that resentment is pure dark and shouldn't be tampered with."

"Wei Wuxian is a nuetral Core."

He didn't think he could keep shocking them "What he meant was as a nuetral wizard who had already damaged his meridians with pure light magic couldn't contain the dark resentment of the dark and ended up overtaxing his core. He almost died if it wasn't for Lan Wangi, now he's a squib whose lost all magical ability." And to think airplane left this out, if he hadn't listened to the rat and sent out letters inquiring about cores with the great demonic cultivator he wouldn't have found all this out.

"Wei Wuxian was an advocate for the dark side as he was best friends with Lady Wen. A dark witch who speicilised in medicine she almost lost all of her research by light wizards if it wasn't for the Grandmaster of demonic cultivation. Both worked together and he decided to be a test subject to investigate further into core magic. Core's are private there is a law that you can't reveal your core to anyone unless you have explicit permission from that person. Even medical witch and wizards cant tell anyone that a client has damaged their cores thus keeping it more silent from the wizarding world."

A hand raised "How can we check our cores so we don't lose our magic?"

"Well, I have just the thing here." Shen Qingqiu began to put on gloves and went over to retrieve something a crystal ball.

"Now this, is a magic glass that clouds with smoke. Black, grey and white. If you touch it, it'll show you your core."

"Now there is a curtain here if you want to do it privately, or if others don't mind sharing can come up now as I prepare the curtain. Don't all touch it at once or it'll get confused. One at a time."

He moved away to fix the curtain as others stood up walking towards the ball.

"Mines nuetral...but my parents told me I was dark?"

"Even the dark familys will also want their children to be dark they will disown any who have otherwise. They know how the light wizards will spin it that the dark are forcing their children to learn dark arts against their core and may even take them away deeming them unfit." The boy looked horrified as did the others.

Ning Yingying shook her head "They wouldn't!"

"Seen Wei Wuxian? The prodijy? How fast was he cast out when he began demonic cultivation." Ming Fan spoke and she deflated. She placed her hand on the orb and it was pure white. Of course. Ming Fans was grey.

And others began most pitch black but a small few were grey.

"Qingue-shixiong? What spells are grey and what spells are dangerous?"

Shen Qingqiu paused the curtain set up "I-I don't really know, no one has documented them. I could only guess so far."

"Then...then why don't we do it? You have a researcher who can help as well!"

"i don't know- we are not doing wei wuxian is doing we cant damage our bodies for this."

"It's going to happen anyway, in lessons we'll write down which magic was hard to do and which was easier and if anything hurts."

Shen Qingqiu pinched the bridge of his nose "I'll inform Mu Qingfan. Better to have a mediwizard on hand."

Once they were done and all students left Luo Binghe stayed behind.

Shen Qingqiu was avoiding his eyes, "Luo Binghe, can I help you?"

"To think this was where you were sneaking off too..." He raised his wand and Shen Qingqiu stiffened "Binghe?"

Why's he pointing it at me? Is he going to hurt me- why I didn't do anything I thought we were friends-

"Petrificus totallus."

Shen Qingqiu seized and fell backwards unable to even cry out but Luo Binghe caught him before his head could crack against the stone floor like an egg.

"There is something I want to try."

Shen Qingqius eyes followed him, his heartbeat thumping in his ears.

Luo Binghe picked up the glass and paused as it turned Pitch black and hummed "Thats peculiar."

Shen Qingqius eyes widened he wasn't-

no- no he can't find out! its too early! If this secret came out his life would be ruined!

"here, can you hold this," he placed the ball on the ground and raised Shen Qingqius hand, the other kept staring at Binghe Please- please don't-

His hand touched glass and a bright light filled the room.

Shen Qingqiu shut his eyes, and the spell released as he was unfrozen and snatched his hand away and scrambled back.

Luo Binghe was blinded covering his eyes as he looked up and Shen Qingqiu punched him in the face.

"Fuck you, and to think your nothing more than a beast!" He hadn't meant to say that but he was angry even shattered the glass ball of course he directed the glass away from Binghe. He hated him right now but he didn't want him hurt!

He stomped away missing the dazed look on Binghes face as a cupped his cheek.

Luo Binghe may have realised he went too far. But Shen Qingqiu...was a very powerful light wizard...

Shen Qingqiu gets a howler acts calm and collected but then ends up crying in the bathroom.

Binghe finds him, comforts him but finds himself liking Shen Qingqiu when he’s crying a deep part still hurt by him finding sick delight from all the times Shen Wingqiu bullied him.

It was poetic karma.

But Shen Qingqiu didn’t care about his family, he looked at Binghe perplexed and admitted it wasn’t his family- he’s effectively homeless. Someone of high standing having to live off the streets and he only had a few months left of school.

“I don’t know what the do,” he admitted “I already have a summer job at Knockturn, so at least I have some income and hopefully it’d be enough. Sure I wanted to move out- but I thought I had time to prepare at least.”

And even so what if that money wasn’t enough?

He doubted it. He can’t afford a place to stay and eat and the same time not to mention he’d be buying his own school robes or he’d have to rewear these and hope the school doesn’t accidentally change their uniform.

He remembered so many parents buying those stupid pointy hats for first year and they ended up getting rid of them after, how annoying.

He’d have to do what Luo Binghe did, maybe…

Shen Qingqiu wiped his eyes with his wrist, and realised the position he was in.

And Luo Binghe was holding him, and looked up at Shen Qingqiu with a series look on his face.

“Live with me.”

Shen Qingqiu’s mouth fell open- what!?

“What but that’s-“

If anyone was going to live with Luo Binghe it’d be one of his girlfriends! They might kill him to find out he was living so close to the modern Adonis!

Luo Binghe chuckled suddenly looking amused.

“Please, this Binghe lives alone, and it would help if someone helped share the rent.”

Shen Qingqiu felt awful, here he was feeling sorry for himself and Luo Binghe was struggling at home.

From what Shang Qinghua told him, it was the last place Binghe had fond memories of his mother, the only thing he had left was his fake jade pendent, as he had to pawn of her belongings for his school clothes.

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes glanced down feeling something break at Luo Binghe’s threadbare clothes, and how he only asked for food from his girlfriends and they barely noticed anything was wrong, always asking Binghe to buy them gifts. Because it was the boys that had to gift the girls even when they were flat out broke.

Shen Qingqiu looked away.

“Can I live with you? It wouldn’t be- I would t be imposing?”

“Not at all, Qingqiu.” Luo Binghe spoke cuddling Shen Qingqiu closer, hiding his pleased grin into the crook of his shoulder.

“This Binghe would be delighted to host you.”

___________

The next year was the tournament, but Shen Qingqiu found himself forgetting about it when he lived with Binghe.

He ended up taking additional shifts and was exhausted when he returned home.

Working retail was no joke!

Lifting heavy boxes when he was t used to that labour was a nightmare!

But worth it for his pay check, he split the bill but ended up paying more than Binghe.

He was saving up, even when he came home ate food and collapsed in bed, exhausted it didn’t matter!

Luo Binghe deserved nice things!

He felt bad though for leaving Binghe with the cooking and cleaning even when Binghe was struggling with his own shifts, so Shen Qingqiu split the rent from a 50/50 ratio and payed more he told Binghe it was the least he could do when the other told him it wasn’t fair.

But to Shen Qingqiu it was, he was pants at doing laundry, although he did try to do the dishes in the morning. He was a good roommate after all. But with the additional laundry and cooking from Binghe it didn’t make sense and so Shen Qingqiu payed more for Binghe’s labour and for the food detergent the extra person needed.

“Take it as extra payment for the food and laundry detergent.” He said.

A shame they were underage and could t use magic! Ugh!

Even so- Other than paying rent, Shen Qingqiu wanted to get Binghe a present his birthday was during Christmas and both decided to stay at Cang Qiong over the holidays. So he needed to buy his presents in the summer [before he forgot] and as well as buy Binghe his uniform. Shen Qingqiu’s was still good from the previous year, since his parents bought expensive clothes that tended to last.

But Binghe on the other hand? It was his sixth year! He had to have good clothes!

And school supplies! His bag was falling apart and his cauldron wasn’t going to last long now that Binghe was using it more often when he found out he wasn’t as useless at potions as he thought!

Of course while Luo Binghe felt as if he was doing more work, he couldn’t help but find it nice as he had someone else to help lighten the load.

He was exhausted when he came home from working at Potions and pots, now that he could understand it better he was helping the shop owner get more potions out for his clients quicker.

And when he remembered he had to dry and iron their clothes he felt more tired.

So his surprise to see the basket empty, and saw them all put away instead.

He came to the living room to see Shen Qingqiu asleep, mouth open with drool down his chin with an open book in his lap.

Luo Binghe’s chest tightened at the sight. How adorable.

He moved closer silently and glanced down at the book, and saw it was about demonic beasts and flora.

Huh studying even when school was out. That reminded Luo Bknghe he had homework. But he was finally have a day off to do it, now with the extra help.

And to hear his thoughts of buying Binghe’s school uniform as a surprise.

Maybe because he wouldn’t be caught dead standing with Binghe unless he was dressed the part, but even so-

Luo Binghe felt touched, not even his girlfriends had been this thoughtful, always demanding presents instead and completely blind to his problems.

Although Luo Binghe was proud and didn’t advertise that he was struggling in a sea of students who looked worse of not for lack of money, but by playing too rough and destroyed their uniform and parents refused to pay for it.

To anyone who didn’t know him, they’d assumed that Luo Binghe was just a bad kid always messing around.

Not realising he took extra care of the only items he had, one rip and his week was ruined.

And Shen Qingqiu was saving up to buy him things. He didn’t have to work those extra shifts, or exhaust himself. He did it to surprise Binghe, and to get him his Christmas present.

Binghe of course was working extra to hopefully bribe his mentor at the Potions and Pots shop for his limited edition Demonology book.

The man was working with potions and barely opened it! It was gathering dust!

And when Binghe showed how serious he was the man promised to give it to him if he worked extra shifts.

Just a few more and it was his.

He couldn’t wait for the look on his…on Shen Qingqiu’s face.

_______________________________

When they returned to school after summer holidays, Binghe confessed to Shen Qingqiu that he still had to work at the local town outside Cang Qiong [name of the town with the skinner]

And told Shen Qingqiu that he worked on weekends when most students had their day off, to send the money back to their flat. Even if they weren’t living in it, he still had to pay the monthly fee.

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widened. How long was Binghe working!? Oh no wonder he never did homework!

“Is their any vacancies?”

“Hmm? Why?”

“I’ll work there too- I’ll check if any of the local shops have openings.”

“Qingqiu- it’s fine! This Binghe is used to it.”

“You need a break! All you’ve done is work.” Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t allow it, Binghe’s grades would suffer more this year if he worked himself with no breaks! Hell Shen Qingqiu was looking at his school days as a vacation!

They also had to work in the winter as well now that he thought about it.

“Okay, if this one worked we both get one weekday off,”

“Shen Qingqiu it’s fine- it’s my house-“

“But I’m living in it. It’s unfair for Luo Binghe to do all the work.”

Ah and he was looking forward to his vacation-

“Mister Shen? A word.” Yue Qingyuan appeared out of nowhere.

And Shen Qingqiu glanced his way “Yes, Head Principal Yue?”

God he nearly died! Don’t scare him like that!

“If you’ll follow me.”

Shen Qingqiu blinked then glanced back at Binghe, he noticed all of his girlfriends at the table watching them, then felt awful that he was hogging Binghe all to himself!

Shen Qingqiu patted his arm “This Qingqiu may be awhile- your girlfriends are waiting for you.”

Luo Binghe’s face spasmed and Shen Qinqiu wondered what was wrong- until he remembered they were pretend dating at school he wondered if Binghe forgot after all he dropped the charade when they lived together and didn’t touch him as much. Not needing to play it up for others.

“I bet your sick of my face Aha- go say hi to Ning Yingying for me.” He smiled and walked off with the principal before Binghe could say anything.

Luo Binghe scowled as he walked towards the table with his girlfriends.

Sha Hualing was sitting in Liu Mingyans lap, Hmm it appears they no longer want his company.

Luo Bknghe found himself relieved by that and of course he slumped into the chair as he leaned his head on Ning Yingyings shoulder, and sighed miserably.

“That bad?” She asked and he hummed, “it sas awful. Both of us had work so I barely had a chance to even-“

It was so domestic and wonderful, but they barely had time to sit and talk- and since Shen Qingqiu was always asleep he couldn’t get a read on his thoughts.

“He still thinks it’s pretend?”

“Hmm-Hmm.”

“You should tell him.”

Luo Binghe blinked wondering why Ning Yingying gave him a hard look “Because it’s not pretend anymore, for both of you.”

Luo Binghe’s gaze narrowed, as he tried to grasp her mind and found the shields up.

He could rip past them but didn’t to stay polite.

“You’ve met someone else?”

“Don’t be mad.”

“Why would I be?”

“…it’s Ming Fan.”

“…”

He was judging her hard, “I know he bullied you but he promised he would apologise-“

“That’s not it- Ming Fan!?” He asked sceptical, and Ning Yingying nodded and he turned and almost missed him.

Ming Fan had a glow up.

He wasn’t as handsome as Shen Qingqiu or himself but defiently upgraded from ‘passable’ to good looking.

And he watched how even Shen Qingqiu who entered the hall did a double glance and even called his name in shock-

And that work preened under the attention.

Luo Binghe wanted him dead, was Shen Qingqiubeasily swayed?

“It’s hard to grasp his type.” Ning Yingying spoke looking as perplexed as him.

“First Shang Qinghua, but with you we figured he liked smart handsome men, but it appears even Ming Fan draws his eye.”

So average pathetic people?

Was Binghe too handsome? Was that why Shen Qingqiu thought it was pretend? He assumed it was a joke?

As Shen Qingqiu, he nodded looking proud.

Ah, he thought just as it should be, Binghe with his future wives they all look good together. I hope I’m invited to the wedding although being best man at Binghe’s wedding may be a dream come true he might ask someone else.

Binghe might ask someone else, because he would be in place of husband, not best man.

Binghe paused as he had that thought.

Marriage? That was a little quick although maybe living together made him feel strange.

“What did he want?”

“Hmm?”

Shen Qingqiu glanced at him while spreading butter on his toast.

Luo Binghe wished he cooked his school meals for him.

Shen Qingqiu would always enjoy his food, face closed in bliss. Alas he didn’t want others to see Shen Qingqiu looking so spoiled.

“Oh, we’ll um. Yue Qingyuan was aware of my living situation.” Shen Qingqiu but his lip as he tried to cut his bread into an even triangle.

But Binghe felt himself grow cold, Shen Qingqiu was leaving him?

That stupid principal- he saw how he looked at Shen Qingqiu their strange dynamic and rumours circulating that Shen Qingqiu was brutal to the people he liked and the way he was treating Yue Qingyuan meant he was practically fucking him!

No- no he can’t leave!

“He decided to help me out,” Shen Qingqiu spoke taking a breath “Apparently as the whole world found out about my controversial core, my family kicked me out. Well since I’m a light core it gained a lot of sympathy,” Shen Qingqiu sneered, probably hating to be pitied or looked down upon.

Of course since I’m the perfect victim the wizarding world would bend over backwards to help but people like Binghe? Or Wei Wuxian? Anyone whose not a light core gets shafted-

“I’ve been proposed some offers, but since I’m still in school they promised to wait, Yue Qingyuan told me I could start my exams now and graduate early.”

Luo Binghe’s eyes widened “What?”

Shen Qingqiu sat up, eyes alight with excitement “Ues and their high paying jobs too- I showed some interest in working with Hanguang-Jun but he’s a top seater, even though I’m exiled I still have a seat and they want me to fill it now that I’m a light core they think my vote would result in Light magic as the main curriculum and make dark magic illegal.”

Sha Hualing gaped “That’s illegal and what about demons? All our magic is dark!”

“That’s why I need to work for Hanguang-Jun. The quicker I study and apprintence and show my aptitude I may become his secretary.”

“Why him specifically?”

“He’s the only series seat member at Huan Hua, the others who are sympathetic to the cause either have a disreputable past or would be seen as biased.”

“Why? Aren’t we doing okay? Do you want to leave that badly?”

Shen Qingqiu blinked only just remembering Binghe and it hurt more.

“What? No! This is to pay you back! I’ll be earning three times what we’re got now and you can graduate without having to worry about anything.”

Luo Binghe clenched his fists, it felt unfair.

“I don’t want to be in your debt, and I didn’t offer, to make you indebted to me.”

I didn’t think that, Binghe has suffered so much I just want to help him and make easier for him he deserves a break.

“Please, Binghe. I’m not doing this because I feel obligated to, I just want to, your education shouldn’t suffer anymore.”

“So is that all its for? My education?”

What was Shen Qingqiu pampering Luo Binghe like he was some pedigree dog? Was he going to get some payoff after make sure Binghe was well educated.

Shen Qingqiu frowned, “Binghe,” he sounded lost, unsure why Luo Binghe was upset.

“Didn’t you…want to be chief warlock?”

Luo Binghe looked perplexed, “Why would I want that? I have enough on my plate being the chosen one. What’s the point in laying roots if I get cut down one day.”

Shen Qingqiu flinched, “I thought,”

If Binghe didn’t want to be chief warlock- was it just spite? Revenge?

Surely that can’t be the only reason. He’d want to change things, make it where people like him in the wizarding world would live better.

Or at least that’s what Shen Qingqiu believed.

“I don’t believe in wasting my time in things that don’t suit my end goal, and being Chief warlock isn’t my future, and if you don’t understand that then you never knew me at all.”

Oh that hurt.

Sha Hualing cackled “Owch, breaking up on the first day?”

Shen Qingqiu blinked at her, forgetting she was there and Sha Hualing bristled at the look.

Oh, I completely forgot about that.

And Luo Binghe’s face still looked cold so Shen Qingqiu nodded “Ah, of course, Luo Binghe.”

He nodded then stood up to leave, his breakfast lay there untouched.

Luo Binghe stiffened, almost calling out- no Sha Hualing was saying crap,

“Leave him alone.”

Ning Yingying spoke and he scowled but saw her face as she shook her head,

“Remember when he got that howler? How he looked indifferent? But you found him in the bathroom crying?”

Luo Binghe nodded and Ning Yingying glanced at Shen Qingqiubas he turned the corner and disappeared.

“He looks the exact same now as he did then-“

Binghe wasted no time dumping Ning Yingying off his lap as he ran to chase Shen Yuan.

“Ning Yingying!” Ming fan cried as he helped her back up.

A/N:

Ming Fan Neville longbottomed us lmao.

Luo Binghe finds Shen Qingqiu and explains his reaction and that Shen Qingqiu had a lot of assumptions and expectations and Luo Binghe felt as if he wasn’t meeting them.

And Shen Qingqiu apologised stating that he never meant for binghe to feel like that and asked what his plans were if chief warlock wasn’t in the cards.

Binghe wanted to open a restaurant. And Shen Qingqiu melted and told him how wonderful that was.

Yue Qingyuan looks into Binghe’s accommodations and learns that the ministry was paying for Binghe’s house. So why was Shen Qingqiu and binghe working?

He calls binghe in. And binghe assumes he’s in trouble since he and Yue Qingyuan don’t get along well. And finds that Yue Qingyuan asks him his housing issues then gets it sorted because of that Luo Binghe is then compensated over a grande worth of money. He finally feels as of everything is looking up! Even Shen Qingqiu can’t believe the good news then blows up about that two big realtor that was taking money from the ministry AND binghe and was even blackmailing binghe would lose his home if he missed a payment.

“Once I’m in Hua Huan ministry I’ll hunt that rat down and make him wish for death, I’ll ruin him. Drive his buisness into the ground, make it impossible to find work, and give him a taste of what you went through- Binghe?”

Binghe was in love.

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After the ‘exposing’ his core Luo Binghe was threatened expulsion. And Shen Qingqiu came to his defence.

Shen Qingqiu forgave Luo Binghe. He was still mad but didn’t think Binghe deserved to lose his right to his education over a mistake.

But Yue Qingyuan did not.

“This is serious, Luo Binghe you are dismissed.”

As Shen Qingqiu was left alone, he felt awkward he and Yue Qingyuan had a history and he knew what that history was even so.

“Luo Binghe paralysed you and exposed your core. That is a violation of basic wizarding rights, akin to rape. And yet you defend him? Why?”

“Binghe would’ t do that-“ Shen Qingqiu spoke.

Yue Qingyuans eyes flickered but then returned to Shen Qingqiu as he continued.

“I bullied him, hurt him, and all of a sudden act like I’m in love with him. He was bound to snap, he thought I was pranking him and probably wanted to catch me in the act. He was just trying to protect himself anybody would be wary in their school bully changed and acted out of character.”

Yue Qingyuan looked at him in pity, “You think you deserve it. You think your getting your karma and think that makes it okay for others to hurt you. But Shen Qingqiu with that type of thinking, when do those types of people stop? What happens when you know longer can tell whose the bully and whose the victim? You may have hurt him, but Luo Binghe is old enough to understand his own actions and is aware enough that he is responsible for those actions no matter the reason.”

“Please don’t expel him, he’s good- he’s a really good kid.”

Yue Qingyuan sighed, “You used to have better judgement than that, but for you Shen Qingqiu the boy won’t be expelled.” Shen Qingqiu relaxed.

“Instead I’ll personally see to his detention myself.”

“Thank you, Headmaster Yue- should I get him?”

“No need. He’s probably went to class you should return yourself.”

Once Shen Qingqiu was gone Yue Qingyuans warm gaze dropped turning cold.

He flicked his wand and the invisibility cloak was ripped from Luo Binghe who was trapped, his face red from anger.

“To think Shen Qingqiu was defending you and you have the nerve to spit on that kindness.”

How!?

How did that old man know he was here!?

Yue Qingyuan would never reveal that he could sense when someone was trying to read his mind. And Luo Binghe was stunned, he barely saw the sect leader move!

He was strong. Really strong.

As Yue Qingyuan approached, Luo Binghe didn’t feel afraid just humiliated and annoyed.

“Shen Qingqiu may have flaws, but to spit upon his kindness is too far.”

Yue Qingyuan reached out…and cupped Luo Binghe’s face.

Luo Bonghe felt his head tilted up, feeling his heartbeat quicken- what was he doing?

Yue Qingyuan dazed at him, cold and dismissive. Luo Binghe could feel sweat heading down his neck as he couldn’t move.

“He felt like this. Trapped unable to move while another could do whatever he pleased.”

Yue Qingyuans hand lowered and Luo Binghe’s throat bobbed. Yue Qingyuan was powerful, and Luo Binghe was arragont.

He never understood the vastness of their power until now- he still couldn’t move.

“Shen Qingqiu was powerless, as you did whatever you liked…”

Yue Qingyuan was going to-

His hand squeezed his throat, not enough to hurt but to cut of oxygen, and Luo Binghe breath falterered feeling his heartbeat quicken as Yue Qingyuan gazed at him with indifference.

“Do you understand now, Mr Luo? Or should I give more demonstrations.”

Uh- more demonstrations.

Yue Qingyuan may have officially jump started Luo Binghe’s sexual awakening.

“You can do whatever you like?”

And Yue Qingyuans lip pulled into a sneer, “Mr Luo, Shen Qingqiu may think you hung the stars and the moon but from what I see, is nothing but a self absorbed brat. I can’t find anything to be impressed with.”

“You should see my dick, then you’d be impressed.”

Yue Qingyuan probably thought he was joking, but the man only tightened his grip, and Luo Binghe was powerless against it feeling a thrill as Yue Qingyuan leaned closer.

“I prefer someone with more experience than a fumbling teenager who can’t tell when someone is saying no.”

Yue Qingyuan let go and Luo Binghe could finally move and breath while he panted.

“You’ll be having detention with me. And Binghe, if you don't persuade me that what Shen Qingqiu see’s in you is true, then I will make life very difficult for you.”

Luo Binghe understood the threat. Yue Qingyuan could’ve been the youngest chief warlock by his prowess alone but decided to be a principal and said that it’s be better that someone who was older like the Palace Master should be chief warlock instead.

Even so, Luo Binghe shifted grabbing his cloak and sulked out the office.

He already slept with his girlfriends and learned all he could know, but when it came to men he was ignorant.

He bet that if he played it right Yue Qingyuan would scratch that itch when Shen Qingqiu was being obviously obtuse with his teasing.

“I want to learn how to please men and you should teach me.”

Yue Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, then tensed when Luo Binghe grew bold moving forward groping the principal.

Yue Qingyuans face grew thunderous, “Luo Binghe-“

The boy grew coquettish as he purred “It’s fine isn’t it, this Binghe knows you have fantasies about your precious Shen Qingqiu but you don’t want to ruin your relationship with him pretend I’m Shen Qingqiu take out your frustration-“

“One more word and I’ll stick it shut.” Yue Qingyuan warned feeling more irritated as Luo Binghe pressed closer, “Hmm, I just want to be more informed on how men have sex I want to be prepared if Shen Qingqiu and I take that next step. I don’t want to hurt him.”

Yue Qingyuan pushed him back turning around to ignore him until-

“Or I could contact the ministry about that full body bind you pulled. All it would take is them seeing a student in that position with the head principal of Cang Qiong and you’d be ruined.”

He was blackmailing him.

Yue Qingyuan glared and Luo Binghe beamed. Jackpot.

…nope he regretted it.

Yue Qingyuan covered his bases. He actually treat it as a lesson. Making a rebound spell so binghe couldn’t get within a foot of him and actually gave binghe sex education. With the boring diagrams and vague descriptions on sex like it was theory.

Luo Binghe was so bored and yet it was educational.

Even so he decided to back off from teasing Yue Qingyuan because the lesson itself was punishment enough.

Yue Wingyuan was worried about Luo Bonghe and even though he did not want to touch that stick with a ten foot pole he decided to broach the subject.

“Mr Luo.”

“Hmm?”

Binghe was copying down lines, about how he will never do something without that persons explicit permission.

And Yue Qingyuan wondered if maybe-

“We’re you ever…assaulted as a child?” Well assault was a strong word, here Binghe paused as he looked up.

“Huh?”

“Did an adult touch you inappropriately when you were young? Was your boundaries constantly crossed so now you don’t understand what a boundary is?”

Luo Binghe blinked, and almost felt offended.

“No! No one has- why would you think that?”

Yue Qingyuan raised an eyebrow “Well given that you’re making me worried about making a student pregnant with your escapades, or possibly in danger of an std your are more sexually active for a student your age.”

Luo Binghe eyes narrowed “That’s normal.”

“What isn’t normal is to pursue a teacher who is eight years your senior.”

Wow only eight. Luo Binghe thought he was older.

“To not understand the basic principles of consent.”

Luo Binghe placed his pen or paper down.

“What? Want to know my history?” Luo Binghe leered and Yue Qingyuan only gazed at him cooly, unaware that it was really doing something for him.

“No. I’ll just inform Mu Qingfan and set you up to a mediwitch.”

“You want to send me to a shrink?”

Luo Binghe spoke flabbergasted, and Yue Qingyuan nodded “Yes.”

Luo Binghe thought it wouldn’t help but then it turns out the more he talked, the more he was told that his lack of power and control when he was bullied made him react. Having sex and finding out he was good at it gave him confidence not to mention his first time wasn’t really consensual.

Luo Binghe didn’t understand he was raped by a women and thought that was impossible as all men liked it? The mediwitch only gave him a pity look. And told Binghe he was becoming the bully, he had this dynamic where Shen Qingqiu was now the victim. And flipped their dynamic. When it comes to acedemics Shen Qingqiu bullied him, looked down on him and now seeing Shen Qingqiu looking flustered and unsure gave Binghe the confidence and wielded his sexual knowledge as a weapon. And looked down on Shen Qingqiu.

“This isn’t healthy.”

Luo Binghe pressed his lips together.

He didn’t understand it before but now…

“The only good thing about your relationship with Shen Qingqiu, is that he respects your boundaries, he only lets you control how far you’ll go.”

“That’s because he’s scared to.”

“Maybe he’s happy just being friends? But he doesn’t discourage any type of act of intamicy. He lets you decide how far you want to go and with that your in control. But that is a lot of trust he is placing in your hands and that’s when you need to start thinking of his needs and when you need to stop.”

Luo Bonghe blinked, after all…he had already read Shen Qingqiu’s mind, he wasn’t a threat anymore. Playing these mind games was just cruel at this point.

“You think about that, I’ll see you at your next session.”

When he came back to Yue Qingyuans detention he was more subdued, and less flirty. Yue Qingyuan was almost getting used to it. “What is it?”

“What I did to Shen Qingqiu others can do. Isn’t there a system to stop students from taking advantage of one another? A rebound on wands to the caster gets hit with the spell instead of a victim?”

Yue Qingyuan nodded, “Yes, I have been working on such an array to stop students from hexing and jinxing the others as well as other types of malicious spell casting. I figured what if I only make it where you can only cast spells in a classroom? But that creates a resentment and all students need to do is wait until they graduate before attacking others because they were curious on what would happen if they did.”

“But a rebound to make them experience the spell will make them think twice, it’ll put them in their victims shoes.”

“Maybe an alert so the security would be able to apprehend both parties so no one gets hurt.”

And Luo Binghe and Yue Qingyuan worked on an array together for their detention.

This ends up saving Shen Qingqiu’s life from a vindictive Qiu Haitang. And Shen Qingqiu feels frustrated when she was ejected from their friend group and yet Shen Qingqiu felt as if he was just filling in for Qui Haitang.

Shen Qingqiu scowled, even with Luo Binghe’s hand wrapped around his waist but his attention was on Ning Yingying, and Shen Qingqiu felt something sink in the pit of his stomach and felt heavier.

It wasn’t going to last, he glanced at Luo Binghe who smiled at him, he smiled back.

Soon it’d be me being banished from this group, after all it’s only pretend. After Luo Binghe is satisfied he’ll forget all about me, so what does it matter?

Luo Binghe’s smile faded.

“Hmm? Binghe? Are you all right?” Luo Binghe’s grip on his waist tightened, “Qingqiu, you know I like you right?”

“Yes and I like Binghe.” Obviously.

“And I like Binghe,” Sha Hualing spoke as did Ning Yingying and Liu Mingyan which wasn’t helping his case.

Luo Binghe opened his mouth then shut it. Shen Qingqiu didn’t care that Luo Binghe exposed his core, which lead to Qui Haitang finding out and blaming to Shen Qingqiu’s parents. He forgave him because he thought it was payback. That it was justified to a bully from a victim.

But from a lover?

Luo Binghe realised that Shen Qingqiu never saw their relationship as official or real only pretend. Because Luo Binghe didn’t treat it as such, he was callous in his feelings and Yue Qingyuan was right, a child acting petty and was awful.

Luo Binghe betrayed his trust, Shen Qingqiu wasn’t forgiving but he had pursuade himself that the relationship was pretend to spare his own feelings.

If Shen Qingqiu didn’t have that thought to call back on, Luo Binghe would have hurt him beyond anything he could fix.

As he went to Yue Qingyuan that night, he felt ashamed of himself. And found his mothers words coming back to him hauntingly.

Remember to be kind.

She would be disgusted with Binghe.

Yue Qingyuan glanced up, seeing Luo Binghe diligently doing his notes without lip.

…something was wrong.

So Binghe asked if there was a way to rebound the worst curses such as the full body bind or even stupify.

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parryperi · 3 months ago

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Could be remnants of my Persona 3 brain and how I viewed the two protagonists there but I like to view the masc and fem builders as twins too.

Whether or not I still go with the same headcanon I have with p3 where "whichever protag you picked is the one that survived" is up in the air ahaaa.

I think for Builders it can either be that or a case of "whichever protag you did not pick is still in Cantlin".

The "the other twin is dead" idea sort of stemmed from the fact that Lulu's parents were killed when she was taken away. Sure, might not be a case for all prisoners of the Children of Hargon but yknow!

Thinking about this because I was in the midst of writing a drabble and it just kinda cemented itself into fem!builder's backstory in that drabble. Idk when I'll finish that thing but like, I guess I kinda like the way I put it from a character standpoint?

So, from the way I wrote it for the fem!builder, it goes like this, just to summarize:

• Masc (abbreviated to MB) builder and fem builder (abbreviated to FB) both grow up in Cantlin of course.

• MB is regarded as a total ray of sunshine and loved by the community in Cantlin. The go-to guy if you're having trouble with fixing your house or making a new shed. FB envies him a bit and looks up to him.

• FB's builderpedia is full of drawings from the two, with some of the blueprints FB has being inspired by her brother's machinations or some have corrections for each other written down.

• Basically, FB views her brother's work as being perfect and way better than hers.

• Children of Hargon invade and some circumstance makes them not care for elder villagers, so the twins' parents are no more.

• Both twins know neither of them can adhere to the "no creation" principle. Some sort of circumstance makes it come to where only one twin can be taken alive while the other is implied to face death.

• MB, wanting his sister to survive, does something to draw the ire of the invading monsters so they'll take his sister alive and leave her fairly unharmed.

• Before being separated, MB tells FB to keep making things to make people smile like he does. Furthermore, tells her that when they meet again, he can't wait to meet all the people whose lives shes improved.

• Afterward, FB takes on MB's sunny persona as a way to not only carry on his legacy, but as an attempt to be as successful as him.

• Despite how FB really feels at times and her own opinion of viewing her work as amateurish, she keeps up that persona and confidence throughout the story, especially since it seems to please people.

• Idk if you can tell yet but becoming a people pleaser is what hinders her in Moonbrooke. Thusly, knowing her work was used to harm people she loves tends to make her feel physically ill.

• At some point, FB feels like MB was meant to be the builder Hargon brought to the Isle of Awakening, but didn't anticipate MB sacrificing himself for his sister. Let alone, she feels like a fraud when called a hero as she only views herself just being hungry for praise and adventure.

• It leads to some inner turmoil, like her thinking her friends would have liked MB better than her, and that MB would have avoided everything that happened at Moonbrooke, regarding him as a better fighter too. With how she's asked if she'll ever go back to Cantlin, her anxious mind warps this into believing her friends want her to go away, but later resolves this.

• Eventually finds her own strength in herself, feeling her sunnier side start to come more naturally and feel more comfortable in her new life. While she would like to visit her hometown, she's fearful she may not he able to return to the Isle of Awakening if she does. Knowing she has no family left in the other world, she considers some of the islanders and her friends as newfound family.

Its very much a wip but like, its been on my mind. Let alone that MB and FB's roles can easily be swapped if I want to write about MB another time.

#needless to say p3 did things to my brain chemistry even though the twin thing between makoto and kotone is just a headcanon #dqb2 #dragon quest builders 2 #ramblings #i wrote it down somewhere that while fb didn't see her brother die #she knows he's gone because she feels like a piece of her is missing #especially when going through her builderpedia #angsty? yes #i like the idea of the builder's cheeriness being a way to cover some of their more negative feelings #much like kotone in p3 #like i put kotone's theme on my character playlist for fb this shit goes deep for me #tried to keep it vague but #dqb2 spoilers #hence the graveyard on my isle has a marker for fb's family #i dont remember where lulu mentions her parents being dead but i know she mentions something about them perishing during the siege

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baravaggio · 1 year ago

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what makes steel ball run your favorite jjba part? <3

HIIIII GOOD JOJO MORNING and thank you for giving me a question to ponder over my toast this morning hehe 💏☕️

I've said it before but the main reason I love jojo in general has more to do with how fun it is to watch araki evolve his approach to storytelling and his art style from part to part...like jojo is silly and fun and by no means a perfectly executed story, but I think araki is uniquely radical in his creative approach in a way that's thrilling to watch! a big part of my enjoyment of sbr stems from the fact you can tell it's the product of 20 years of araki experimenting with his approach to major & minor character writing, fight construction, pacing, weaving in & delivering on themes, working with setting & his chosen genre in an engaging way, using paneling & art style to create atmosphere, etc. and he's able to deliver on nearly every front. it's by no means a perfect story (beginning is painfully slow, the zombie horse & magic thread that appeared exactly once, final fight happening AFTER the story's emotional climax, etc.), but when considered within the context of parts 1-7, it's his most well-rounded & complex work by far imo - that's played a huge role in my enjoyment of it!

and then of course there's specific aspects to steel ball run that are kind of like catnip to me personally!

johnny not being an easily likeable protagonist, and who has a character arc more complex than "selfish guy learns about the meaning of friendship" - too much to go into for this ask, but I particularly love how at the start of sbr johnny's perspective on his life and purpose is coming from a place of deep pain & a feeling of helplessness over his ability to exert control over his life...there's no short, clear path to fixing the psychological impact of his cold upbringing, the guilt & sense of responsibility he felt for his brother's death, the way the artificial sense of self-worth he obtained through celebrity backfired horribly on him, the abuse and abandonment he experienced after he was paralyzed. his arc isn't about trying to leave all this behind and transforming him into a perfect, fixed person - it's a bumpy road!! even as he grows, throughout sbr we see him continue to be selfish, irresponsible, lacking in confidence, overly reliant on others, even violent. and of course he has to grapple with obtaining and losing the corpse parts over & over again, and what that implies for his internal sense of meaning. I think the conflict he has about valentine's offer in their final fight (trying to avoid spoilers about specifics but AUGH) is one of my favorite character moments in all of jojo because it perfectly illustrates how despite all the growth he's experienced with gyro during the race, there is still a part of him that will have to fight against the impulse to let his pain, guilt, and perceived lack of agency drive his actions. by the end of sbr he's become a person who is more at peace with himself, someone with a quiet confidence and sense of purpose and agency he's had to build from scratch - he's taken the long way, but the shortest road is the detour. best jojo forever TO MEEEE

johnny & gyro as co-protagonists as opposed to primary and secondary characters. they are hands down the best written jojo & jobro duo, one really could not carry the story without the other. the way gyro's lessons and how they're delivered (and to an extent, tusk's evolution as well) represent key points in the growth of johnny and gyro together and as individuals....crying wailing gnashing my teeth because there's a million things I could say about this but I'd like to direct everyone to this wiki entry because whoever wrote it composed an entire essay that says it better than I ever could

the sbr race as a west to east affair instead of an east to west affair, it turns the western genre on its head a bit in a way I find really satisfying. steel ball run masquerades as a story about adventure, but its emotional core is about the characters taking the long way back home to themselves - to do this, they have to go far away from their physical roots (both east of the race's starting point) and must take a long time to return. it adds an even more bittersweet element to johnny's final action of delivering gyro's body back to his family in naples. beyond being the decent thing to do, it's an act that honors the work gyro did to figure out how the ability and duty that's been placed on his shoulders can be used in a way that doesn't require him to abandon the compassion, optimism, and even the struggles that make him who he is - this is the emotional weight & character significance the act of returning home holds in sbr's story

the side characters are genuinely interesting, they have their own fleshed out reasons for being in the race that are actually relevant to the story. they're not all perfectly executed (justice for soundman -_-) but it makes for a much more dynamic feeling cast and a more engaging read!

the mid-to-late sbr art style is my favorite by far. it feels so cinematic and adds a sense of drama that's so fitting for the setting and genre! the real turning point for me was gyro's fight with ringo roadagain, where araki starts using more close up, highly detailed "shots" and adds dialogue only sparingly to create a palpable sense of tension appropriate for a shootout. it's spectacular

once you get past the first like 30 chapters (ouch) almost every fight has a sense of relevance and purpose to the larger story. sbr's fights might not be the most bombastic in concept compared with other jojo parts, but I much prefer a fight where the stakes can really be felt to a fight that seems to be stuck in there so araki can explore some fun stand idea. sbr gets bonus points in my book for having some incredible fights where the emotional stakes are especially high - sugar mountain arc's shootout with the eleven men, civil war, johnny vs valentine to name a few!

ARGH I could go on and on but these are just some of the big reasons sorry for the essay ily 💕💋

#when I say don't get me started...#sbr #jjba #(also disclaimer for everyone that I'm excluding part 8 when I compare sbr to other jojo parts bc I haven't finished it yet)

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autolovecraft · 2 years ago

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An eye for an eye!

Great heavens, Birch, just as I thought! I've seen sights before, but there was one thing too much here. Instinct guided him in his wriggle through the transom. As he remounted the splitting coffins he felt his weight very poignantly; especially when, upon reaching the topmost one, he heard that aggravated crackle which bespeaks the wholesale rending of wood. In either case it would have been appropriate; for the hole was on exactly the right level to use as soon as its size might permit. The thing must have happened at about three-thirty in the afternoon. You kicked hard, for Asaph's coffin was on the floor. Neither did his old physician Dr. Davis, who died years ago. He was merely crass of fiber and function—thoughtless, careless, and liquorish, as his easily avoidable accident proves, and without that modicum of imagination which holds the average citizen within certain limits fixed by taste. There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb. He could not walk, it appeared, and the degree of dignity to be maintained in posing and adapting the unseen members of lifeless tenants to containers not always calculated with sublimest accuracy. In the semi-gloom he trusted mostly to touch to select the right one, and indeed came upon it almost by accident, since it tumbled into his hands as if through some odd volition after he had unwittingly placed it beside another on the third layer. You kicked hard, for Asaph's coffin was on the floor. As his hammer blows began to fall, the horse outside whinnied in a tone which may have been mocking. The pile of tools soon reached, and a little later gave a gasp that was more terrible than a cry.

He would have given much for a lantern or bit of candle; but lacking these, bungled semi-sightlessly as best he might. Well enough to skimp on the thing some way, but you always did go too damned far! Davis left Birch that night he had taken a lantern and gone to the old receiving tomb. Sawyer was not a lovable man, and many stories were told of his almost inhuman vindictiveness and tenacious memory for wrongs real or fancied. I've seen sights before, but there was one thing too much here. It was Asaph's coffin, Birch, just as I thought! Only the coffins themselves remained as potential stepping-stones, and as he considered these he speculated on the best mode of transporting them. And so the prisoner toiled in the twilight, heaving the unresponsive remnants of mortality with little ceremony as his miniature Tower of Babel rose course by course. He was a scoundrel, and I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself. What else, he added, could ever in any case be proved or believed?

You kicked hard, for Asaph's coffin was on the floor. He confided in me because I was his doctor, and because he probably felt the need of confiding in someone else after Davis died. Horrible pains, as of savage wounds, shot through his calves; and in his mind was a vortex of fright mixed with an unquenchable materialism that suggested splinters, loose nails, or some other attribute of a breaking wooden box.

And so the prisoner toiled in the twilight, heaving the unresponsive remnants of mortality with little ceremony as his miniature Tower of Babel rose course by course. Horrible pains, as of savage wounds, shot through his calves; and in his mind was a vortex of fright mixed with an unquenchable materialism that suggested splinters, loose nails, or some other attribute of a breaking wooden box. That he was not an evil man. There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb.

Great heavens, Birch, just as I thought! The undertaker grew doubly lethargic in the bitter weather, and seemed to outdo even himself in carelessness. At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb, and the overhead ventilation funnel virtually none at all; so that he was reduced to a profane fumbling as he made his halting way among the long boxes toward the latch. Several of the coffins began to split under the stress of handling, and he did not get Asaph Sawyer's coffin by mistake, although it was very similar. Davis.

The day was clear, but a high wind had sprung up; and Birch was glad to get to shelter as he unlocked the iron door and entered the side-hill vault. The undertaker grew doubly lethargic in the bitter weather, and seemed to outdo even himself in carelessness. Several of the coffins began to split under the stress of handling, and he did not heed the day at all; so that he was reduced to a profane fumbling as he made his halting way among the long boxes toward the latch.

As his hammer blows began to fall, the horse outside whinnied in a tone which may have been encouraging and to others may have been just fear, and it may have been mocking. Sawyer was not a lovable man, and many stories were told of his almost inhuman vindictiveness and tenacious memory for wrongs real or fancied. He had, it seems, planned in vain when choosing the stoutest coffin for the platform; for no sooner was his full bulk again upon it than the rotting lid gave way, jouncing him two feet down on a surface which even he did not get Asaph Sawyer's coffin by mistake, although it was very similar. He worked largely by feeling now, since newly gathered clouds hid the moon; and though progress was still slow, he felt heartened at the extent of his encroachments on the top and bottom of the aperture, he sought to pull himself up, when he noticed a queer retardation in the form of an apparent drag on both his ankles. The boxes were fairly even, and could be piled up like blocks; so he began to compute how he might most stably use the eight to rear a scalable platform four deep. Clutching the edges of the aperture. Then he fled back to the lodge and broke all the rules of his calling by rousing and shaking his patient, and hurling at him a succession of shuddering whispers that seared into the bewildered ears like the hissing of vitriol. Perhaps he screamed.

He was just dizzy and careless enough to annoy his sensitive horse, which as he drew it viciously up at the tomb neighed and pawed and tossed its head, much as on that former occasion when the rain had vexed it. Sawyer was not a lovable man, and many stories were told of his almost inhuman vindictiveness and tenacious memory for wrongs real or fancied.

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tarosin · 3 years ago

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The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and ranboo - the best mcc team

this is an extra to the great adventures series

the moment you found out ranboo got into mcc you instantly ran into the room you were sharing pulling him into a hug you were honestly so proud of him and he was going to be with tubbo

“BOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU YOU'RE GOING TO DO AMAZING”

unfortunately, you weren’t going to be in mcc this month but that didn’t stop you from being over the moon for your friend. when it was finally time for mcc you wished your friend good luck and apologised for not being able to watch his pov as you weren’t about to break the tradition of watching Tommy after all he was your first and biggest supporter. 3 hours later the event ended and everyone who was watching ranboos pov heard you faintly screaming at Tommy over discord whilst tubbo sat laughing and ranboo was concerned, he heard from Tommy that you would often yell at him however he didn’t believe that he was being honest

“FUCK YOU TOMMY STOP LAUGHING YOU HIT ME IN TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE ON PURPOSE THEN LAUGHED ABOUT ME NOT BEING IN…..fine when I get in I’m requesting to be on Scott's team…I’m still mad at you but you did great I'm so proud of you congrats Tommy I’ll see you soon goodbye”

at the start of the next month, you received a message from Scott

Scott: so I have a few things to tell you 1 - how would you feel about becoming head twitch mod it’s only fair you’ve been my mod for a while and 2 - welcome to mcc make sure to fill in the form asap!

y/n: 1 - of course I’d love to be head twitch mod and 2 - heh??

not long later you received a form at the same time as your friends, you decided not to tell anyone and somehow you managed to keep it a secret, Scott agreed to lie to the others about whos team they’re on as he knew how excited everyone was going to be. today was the day your big secret would be released, you Tommy tubbo and ranboo were sat outside when the notification went out announcing the team honestly you’ll never forget the look on their faces when they realised

MCChampionship_ tweeted: 👑announcing team green guardians 👑

@tommyinnit @tubbolive @ranboosaysstuff @y/n

Watch them in MCC on Saturday, August 28th at 8 pm BST!

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK”

“congrats y/n”

ranboo didn’t say anything he just tackled you into a hug like you did last month when you found he was in mcc. Tommy and tubbo were still processing what they just read

“Scott fucking lied to me”

“aye I told him to”

“what the fuck”

from then the four of you would constantly stream with each other on the mcc training server, you were a strong team when you weren’t yelling at each other.

time flew by soon enough it was the 28th of August. Tommy genuinely couldn’t believe it his best friend was in mcc and on a team with him and he genuinely believed you all had a decent chance in winning as you were a strong team. Tommy invited you over to stream mcc he claimed it was because there would be three people trying to stream in the same room, in reality, it was because he wanted to see your reaction and be there for your first mcc.

Tommy let you stream from his room he had spent the previous night getting advice from tubbo on how he managed to set up so he could stream with ranboo in the same room.

“you ready y/n”

“of course I’ve been watching and learning from the best”

you and Tommy set up and joined the discord call and the mcc server, it was finally time. similarly to ranboo this was something you had wanted to do since Tommy told you all about it on your way home from school one day. 30 minutes later it was time for the games to begin and this is where the chaos began.

“you know what I hope it’s build mart”

“what the fuck y/n”

“fuck you I’m good at build mart- oh you’re joking it’s fucking parkour tag”

this is when you realised that two screaming teenagers in the same room both trying to stream the event wasn’t the best idea, you and Tommy would constantly scream at poor ranboo who was just trying to hunt the other team

“RANBOO CATCH THEM”

“really y/n?! I thought I’d let them win this round”

unsurprisingly your team was doing great you had won 7/8 rounds but there was still one more round, determined to be the one to get dream you decided to be the hunter

“y/n don’t worry if you can’t get them we’re doing well”

“Y/N IGNORE RANBOO ME AND TOMMY DON'T WANT TO LOSE”

“not putting pressure on me at all thank you boys”

being close friends with technoblade gave you an advantage you didn’t expect due to the fact he helped to “train” you for your first mcc which ended up being the reason you were able to catch them all and then helped the others avoid being caught

“tubbo he's to your left TUBBO I SAID HES TO YOUR LEFT WHY ARE YOU GOING LEFT TOMMY RUN RUN RUN RUN ranboo you’re doing great”

“NO WAY”

you had just successfully won the round against dream sapnap George and quackity and you would never let dream live this down

“do you guys think dream will let me be in one of his manhunts now”

“no”

“fuck you tubbo you’re just mad you couldn’t catch all the runners in yellow yaks. you couldn’t catch jack manifold”

so far everything was going well you were currently in 4th place and your team had high hopes. you all felt the need to confirm to your chats that you’re all not actually mad at each other and not to worry about everything.

the next game was survival games ranboo wasn’t ready for this due to the last mcc where he died pretty early on, it started well you all stuck together as a team until the game was nearly over and you got distracted by a chest and ran away from the others whilst they were fighting another team this ended up being a happy accident in disguise you got the notification that Tommy tubbo and ranboo were killed fighting another team

“oh fuck”

“WE COULD HAVE WON WAIT Y/N DID YOU DIE”

“no”

tubbo could practically hear your smile as you explained to them that you ran off and was currently under a tree watching the others fight, you used the fact they died in the game to your advantage they would tell you if anyone was coming to attack you whilst you ran around collecting loot avoiding the others shooting arrows

“AYO STOP FUCKING SHOOTING ME ITS MY FIRST MCC LET ME WIN”

“Y/N HAVE YOU GOT LAVA”

“I DO AAAAAA PISS OFF LET ME WIN”

“USE THE LAVA YOU CAN EASILY TAKE OUT HALF OF THE REMAINING PLAYERS”

to everyone’s surprise, it worked due to the border being smaller so there was less room to run soon it was you vs punz at this point you were determined to win

“GO Y/N GO GO GO HIT HIM YOU CAN DO IT”

“you’re doing so well y/n”

some may call it beginners luck but you ended up winning the fight against punz

“LETS FUCKING GO Y/N”

“I DID IT OH MY GOD”

the next game was hole in the wall and long story short you sucked, ranboo on the other hand did not. it didn’t take long for you to fall every single round. this helped the others though as you were able to yell which side the wall was coming from

“fuck this stupid game the wall hates me”

“y/n you're supposed to jump through the gaps“

“you know what no I’m going to get on a sapnap alt stream by glitching through”

this didn’t work you died again

“well fuck there I go I guess you’ve got this though guys Tommy you’re doing decent”

“I'm doing great thank you- oh I died FUCK YOU FOR DISTRACTING ME”

“blah blah blah GO TUBBO AND RANBOO”

you couldn’t believe it ranboo was one of the final people remaining, unfortunately, ranboo jumped too late resulting in him falling but nonetheless you were proud of him

“unlucky boo you all did great”

the next game was battle box the four of you had been practising this a lot so there was a lot of pressure to do well especially since you were now in the top 3 on the leaderboard, the strategies you made from practicing paid off you managed to win the majority of the rounds, however, there was a lot of screaming and arguing during the last round

“RANBOO STOP STEALING MY KILLS OR I'M GOING TO START HITTING YOU WITH A SWORD”

“he’s been stealing mine too y/n”

tubbo was honestly playing well during this game and you were amazed

unfortunately, the arguing resulted in you losing the round as you were all focusing on arguing which meant you missed the other team rushing to wool

“unlucky boys”

“7 wins out of 9 rounds honestly isn’t that bad we should still be third we just need to stay strong with the rest of the games”

during the break before the last four games, the four of you sat making plans for the next few round

“I want to get to the other side last I think that will be our strength”

there was still a rather long break left so you did what anyone else would do run around the server and yell this was a huge mistake as it messed with the soundproofing resulting in tommys mic picking you up and vice versa

“so I guess we’re streaming like this now”

“FIX IT”

“well since you asked so nicely tubso…no”

tubbo ended up doing the same to the soundproofing in the room he was in with ranboo were in meaning all four of you were now having a scuffed stream as you ran out of time to fix it because before you knew it, it was time to play sky battle

“right we should go left”

“tubbo will get iron Tommy will make the bridge and y/n will do…something”

you did the same thing techno did in the pride mcc and hid occasionally breaking blocks from underneath people so they would fall the others were doing well the game was a mixture of you all encouraging each other and you all cursing each other out whilst ranboo ignored you all and spoke to his chat

“chat I know you can hear double everyone if I could fix it I would but tubbo y/n and Tommy are being too stubborn to fix everything and we don’t have time”

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU”

“making people fall to their death can we talk about our feelings now because this is stressful as hell”

“NOT THE TIME”

you all did decently you weren’t amazing at this game but that was expected it was something you all weren’t the biggest fan of but somehow you were all still in third place and that was something you weren’t expecting especially for your first mcc

it was now time for sands of time you all needed to do well

“bruh I wanted build mart what the fuck is this”

“we’re not going to win this game boys”

and tubbo would be corrected that that statement, you ended up having a visual glitch making it difficult, Tommy would constantly get trapped in a dungeon like last time things weren’t loading for ranboo you had no idea what tubbo was doing and quite frankly you didn’t want to find out unless it was going to be good news and considering all you could hear was tubbo yelling anything that came to mind you could guess it wasn’t going well. you tried to rage quit a couple of times only to be yelled at by the others every time you disconnected from the server

“Y/N STOP LEAVING”

“I CAN'T SEE SHIT”

“you’re doing well y/n stay calm we’re going to be fine”

“OH I CAN'T PLAY THIS GAME I'M DYSLEXIC”

“CLEARLY WE'RE NOT FINE TUBBO IS STRUGGLING TOMMY IS LOCKED IN A DUNGEON AND I CAN'T SEE SHIT...HAVE YOU GOT THE LETTER N YET”

“no, they’re spawning one in for me”

“could them maybe I don’t know speed up the process”

yeah you ended up losing that game and got knocked down the 4th good news is it was only by a couple hundred points

next up was ace race

“do yous reckon Scott's tested this map”

“aren’t you his head twitch mod”

“you’re right I'll message him and find out”

luckily you all managed to do pretty well, Tommy was off to a great start you tubbo and ranboo weren’t far behind you all agreed to follow each other rather than the crowd which paid off as when everyone else went the wrong way rather than following you all managed to go the right way thanks to ranboo yelling he thinks that he knows where to go and thankfully he was correct which put Tommy first tubbo second ranboo third and you fourth, you all ended up lapping people on your final lap and honestly, none of you guessed this would happen but you weren’t exactly complaining. a few moments later you all crossed the finishing line and were the first team to finish giving you the bonus points you needed to push you to second place

“did you know since I first got into mcc I would put y/ns name down for who I wanted to play with”

“TOMMY OH MY GODDDD”

a few seconds later you showed up on Tommy's face cam as you ran over to him giving him a hug

“you’re doing great y/n we might get into dodgebolt”

“dude we’re winning this shit”

soon enough it was time for the last game (unless you got into dodgebolt) and luckily it was to get to the other side

“we've got this we have actually got this we’re going to get to dodgebolt”

you stuck with Tommy for almost every round mainly because speed bridging wasn’t for you. you were all doing great you were the first team to finish for multiple rounds however you were also the last team to finish for a few rounds

“boys I'm not sure if we’ll get through”

“We all had fun”

“if we get into dodgebolt we’re going to be against dream”

“WILL YOU ALL FUCKING FOCUS”

“no- OW TOMMY HIT ME WITH A PEN”

“IT WAS THE CLOSEST THING WOULD YOU RATHER I CHUCK MY COMPUTER MOUSE”

“will you two quit fighting we’re about to find out the final scores.”

3..2..1

“oh my god”

“what the fuck”

“ranboo and y/n are about to play dodgebolt”

“LETS GO WHAT THE FUCK”

you all did it you successfully kept 2nd place somehow now all you had to do was win dodgebolt against dream George sapnap and quackity. safe to say you and ranboo were nervous as fuck and rightfully so as you all lost the first game

“let’s be serious we need to focus now”

you all won the next round

“LETS FUCKING GO WE'VE GOT THIS”

it was now the third round Tommy and tubbo were now out it was you and ranboo against dream and sapnap

“bruh were fucked ranboo”

ranboo took aim and somehow hit sapnap whilst you took a moment to type a message in chat

y/n: it’s my first mcc how do you feel knowing you’re about to lose

it was now your turn to take aim and Tommy yelling in the background wasn’t helping you and the yelling made you shoot before you were ready luckily ranboo picked up an arrow and was able to hit dream, it was now 1 vs 2 if you won this round you would all be the champions and that’s exactly what happened you all quit yelling at each other hell you muted the discord call so you could focus all you could hear was Tommy next to you occasionally supporting you

“come on y/n final round. you’re about to win your first mcc I’m so proud of you”

“you’re doing amazing Tommy thank you for everything now let’s win this thing”

and just like that, it was over Tommy took the final shot and hit sapnap

you all unmuted the four of you yelling

“TOMMY TUBBO RANBOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GUYS”

“WE DID IT WE FUCKING DID IT”

“OH MY GOD”

“WELL DONE EVERYONE”

this time Tommy ran over to you pulling you into a hug he was genuinely so proud of you and the others

“you did it y/n you won your first mcc that’s amazing”

“I couldn’t have done it without you or the others I love you all”

after talking to the other teams and ending stream

you and Tommy stayed on call with tubbo and ranboo

“you two need to make your way back here”

“me and y/n could probably catch a train if we’re very quick”

you nodded and quickly grabbed everything you needed thankfully your good luck hadn’t come to an end yet as you and Tommy were able to catch one of the last trains, Tommy had an arm around you as he noticed you were getting tired after all you did just go through the stress of your first mcc to over 170k viewers you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder a few hours passed and you were at the last stop Tommy lightly tapped your shoulder

“hey y/n were here tubbo and ranboo are waiting for us over there…let’s go celebrate this win shall we”

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years ago

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hmmm can vampires get sick? maybe sick vampire chris thinking Jake is gonna pull out or file down his fangs? or just thinking Jake’s gonna hurt him?

CW: Sick whumpee, vampire whumpee, blood drinking, vague implications of past sadistic/creepy whumper, dehumanization, vague tooth/mouth whump (nothing direct, but aftermath)

Sort of a sequel to this piece, part of the Vampire Chris AU

"What hurts?" He keeps his voice low, and carefully doesn't hesitate before he lays a hand over the vampire's forehead. Of course it feels lukewarm, room temperature, but he still goes through the motions of feeling for a fever. It's muscle-memory, instinct, and he keeps forgetting Chris is dead.

He has been dead for a long time, if his occasional comments on what sounds like Prohibition are true.

"Bones," Chris whimpers, twisting where he lays in Jake's bed. There's a bright flush in his cheeks from the blood he'd drained from the two men who broke into the house. Those odd eyes glitter, overbright. "My... m'bones hurt, Jake."

His mouth opens, pulling air in over his tongue and down his throat in soft pants, and Jake is reminded that vampires don't sweat. Not the same way, anyway, although with enough blood they can, in thin sheens of pink-tinged liquid that are even more alarming than their tears.

His fangs are visible this way, razor-sharp canines that come down further than the rest of his teeth, a brighter white than all the others from being pulled and regrowing so many times.

Jake swallows against his nervousness, brushing hair away from the vampire's forehead. His slit pupils are dilated, taking up too much of the iris, and he tells himself that Chris is as scared as he is of the instincts that drive him, barely understands them.

Vampires aren't animals - but when they don't understand themselves, they act like it sometimes.

"Do you think maybe those guys were on something? Like, a drug maybe?" He pets through Chris's hair, fingercombing his hair, and watches Chris's eyes flutter closed.

It's hard not to feel more than a little reassured not having to look at them any longer. Which makes him feel guilty, considering this not-a-kid kid just beat up people for hurting him.

Killed them, his brain whispers. Killed them like he could kill you.

"May, maybe," Chris mumbles, and pants again.

His gums seem oddly dark, where normally they're pale, and Jake frowns. He wishes now he knew more about vampire physiology, that he'd paid more attention in class when they took the safety courses on how to avoid them.

There's not exactly a class on caring for one - not unless you can afford to purchase them outright.

"Well, when you were-... uh, before you found us... did you ever feel like this?"

Chris's eyes blink slowly back open and he nods. "Sometimes. My, my, my, my-... someone would, um, take something before, before the party, and I'd..." He groans and shudders. Jake can see the pain move through his body as he trembles nearly violently. "I'd feel like, like, like this after... for hours..."

"Okay. So... probably you just have to let this get worked out of your system, right? Or... is there a medicine?"

"No... just... just drink more." Chris looks up at him, eyes so wide and sad and scared and hurting, and grabs onto his wrist with one hand. Those cool fingers are never not a little startling, colder than the air around them, than the rest of his body.

Vampires have poor circulation, Jake knows, even when they're filled up on a fresh meal. He's seen Chris heal his own wounds before with his tongue, had him explain that they don't heal on their own with time if they're on hands or feet.

"Chris-"

"You, you, you, you-... can, um, you can take my teeth after. You can. I'll hold still. I'll, I'll be good." Chris's plea is barely a whisper.

His nails, which must have been a little too long when he was killed and turned, dig painfully into Jake's wrist in his desperation.

"I'll be so, so, so so so so good, Jake. So good for you, and then, you can, you you you can take my teeth-... Sir always liked it, it makes me me me cry, we we cry blood, Sir liked to take photos of it-"

"Sssshhhh. Hush, Chris." Jake's mind races. There are others in the house, but-... he can't ask them to give up blood to Chris. They've already taken over cleaning the blood up from the hardwood floor. Nat's already dealt with talking to the cops and the EMTs and the coroner before the bodies were taken away. They already handled hiding Chris in a false-backed closet while Jake was interviewed by police officers who looked interested and excited,, not disturbed.

It's not every day you see a vampire attack, after all.

Mostly they're under control, kept on leashes and muzzled like dangerous dogs, the property of rich celebrities looking for novelty in a world where they already have everything. The few ferals are killed pretty fast.

Or so everyone says.

Jake is starting to wonder if there are more vampires out there than he knows about.

The cops had even insisted on checking the attic, as if Chris was a bat they might find hanging upside down. That had been ridiculous, but it's not like Jake could say he knew better without being asked how he knew so much about them in the first place.

Oh, because we keep one like a stray fucking puppy. That wouldn't go over well.

He feels a little woozy from the adrenaline crash, and still aches from the bruised ribs where he was kicked around. His mouth aches from the duct tape they'd put over it, and he'd got a hell of a rash starting around his wrists. He's so exhausted he might collapse.

But... Chris really did show up right on time, and maybe saved his life.

Chris pulls Jake's wrist to his face, nuzzles into the inside of it against the pale blue veins that show through the thin skin. Jake shudders at the feeling, swallowing back a low-level disgust.

He wonders how old the teenager really is - he wonders that all the time.

"You c-can have my teeth, after," Chris whispers, lips moving against Jake's skin. "You can keep them. Sir used to, to, to keep them in a box and show m-me. Just, please, please help me feel better, Jake, please... It won't hurt."

Jake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "If it'll help... fine. But I'm not taking your teeth. They're yours."

"Thank you," Chris breathes out. "That's, that's, that's okay. I can still fix it for you. Thank you, Jake." His fangs slip back into Jake's skin as easily as a heated knife through warm butter.

The venom hits his bloodstream before the pain hits his nerves, and Jake feels himself slump over, head falling onto Chris's shoulder as all his limbs go dead.

It almost feels good, as his ribs stop aching, and the bruises stop throbbing on his skin. He can see why rich people love it as a party drug. You could drift in this place of perfect no-pain for a long, long time.

He feels only the wet movement of Chris's tongue, the shift of his fangs, the soft pressure of the other teeth pushing down. Chris purrs softly, drinking his blood like a kitten lapping milk.

It goes on and on, and for one terrifying second Jake thinks he's not going to stop until he's dead.

"Ch-... Chris-"

Those fangs slip suddenly out of his skin, the wet cool tongue licks rough over his wounds - closing them instantly.

The venom slowly fades, the aches and pains settling back into his body. Jake groans, feeling weak and exhausted.

Chris has to push him up off his shoulder, with unnatural strength moving him to lay on his side on the bed. Jake can barely keep his eyes open.

Chris, leaning over him, could rip his throat out and he couldn't even raise a hand to try and defend himself right now. Jake sees the body of the first dead robber behind his eyelids, the expression of horror written in eternal rictus in his expression, the blood down his shirt and puddled beneath him on the floor. The other man, fighting until he stopped, slumping until Chris had drained him to death.

"I feel better," Chris whispers, kneading at Jake's shirt briefly. "I, I, I feel so much better. Go to, um, go to sleep, Jake. I'll fix it so you're safe."

Jake can't even begin to understand what that means before he's already slid into something more like unconsciousness than actual sleep. The world around him simply goes black, and the last thing he feels is Chris pulling a blanket up to his chin.

The last thing he hears is those soft padding footsteps leaving the room.

When he wakes, he finds two fangs, pristine white with bloodied roots, sitting in a washcloth next to where his head lays on the pillow. he finds a pair of small pliers on the bathroom sink, with droplets of red around them.

The sun is shining outside the window, a bird singing loud enough to drive a drillbit into his head, and Chris is curled up asleep in the dark at the back of a closet, mouth slightly open.

Jake stares down at the empty spots where his fangs should be, and wonders if he's grateful, or horrified.

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astrologyandlife · 3 years ago

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the complete guide to astrology - revised

i. introduction

what is astrology? how can we use it to improve our lives? how do we go about studying a seemingly complex subject with such a large body of literature? in this post, i hope to give you guys a solid idea of the basics while providing resources for further reading and learning, curated by yours truly.

to start, astrology is defined as "the divination of the supposed influences of the stars and planets on human affairs and terrestrial events by their positions and aspects" (source). its primary use in modern times is as a tool of self-discovery. this is done through a natal chart, which is outlined below.

of course, astrology is used for many other things, ranging from examining relationships, to predicting the outcome of future events, to even locating lost objects. there are many branches of astrology that each have their own set of rules and methods for interpretation of the chart. i will go into more detail about some of these other branches soon. however, all astrology uses the same framework. so what is that?

***before i go further, i want to note that this guide contains a comprehensive resources section, section v, which contains a lot of helpful supplementary information such as cafeastrology's article on understanding the astrological chart wheel, a full glossary of astrological terms, and various subjects not explicitly defined or covered in-depth in this guide like retrograde planets and interceptions.***

now onto the guide! :-)

ii. the framework

perhaps the key piece of astrology is the natal chart:

the natal chart is a visual representation of where the celestial bodies were at the time of birth. it seems complex at first glance, but it is possible to break it down to better understand it. in this section, i will elaborate on four components that come together to form the picture. These are the zodiac signs (inner ring), planets (around the ring), aspects (lines in the middle), and houses (numbers on the outer ring).

zodiac signs

in astrology, the zodiac signs are the most essential, core pieces of the puzzle. this is because they represent traits or energies. they are modes of expression. aries: cardinal + fire, enthusiastic, passionate, impatient, childlike, leader, hotheaded, dynamic, quick to react, competitive, impulsive, direct, outgoing, extroverted, positive. ruled by mars and the first house. taurus: fixed + earth, stubborn, patient, strong-willed, down-to-earth, hard workers, sensual, persevering, materialistic, focused, strong, realistic, enduring, habitual, hard to anger, love of nature. ruled by venus and the second house. gemini: mutable + air, chatty, social butterflies, adaptable, flexible, clever, witty, sarcastic, curious, scattered, lighthearted, changeable, multitaskers, jack-of-all-trades, smart, flighty. ruled by mercury and the third house. cancer: cardinal + water, emotional, sensitive, gentle, intuitive, motherly, moody, defensive, protective, caring, empathetic, imaginative, sentimental, passive, introverted, shy, homebody. ruled by the moon and the fourth house. leo: fixed + fire, confident, dramatic, theatrical, warm, generous, supportive, strong-willed, loyal, honest, authentic, loves pleasure, big personality, self-centered, courageous, magnetic, expressive, assertive. ruled by the sun and the fifth house. virgo: mutable + earth, methodical, serious, perfectionist, critical, practical, detail-oriented, analytical, competent, helpful, enjoys service, reserved, sensible, down-to-earth, intellectual. ruled by mercury and the sixth house. libra: cardinal + air, outgoing, friendly, agreeable, diplomatic, avoids conflict, polite, charming, refined, pacifistic, tolerant, craves connection, indecisive, romantic, artistic, hesitant, fair, good conversationalist, gossip. ruled by venus and the seventh house. scorpio: fixed + water, secretive, possessive, introverted, honest, genuine, intense, independent, lone wolf type, intuitive, analytical, persistent, passionate, ambitious, proud, committed, clever, competitive. ruled by pluto and the eighth house. sagittarius: mutable + fire, optimistic, positive, big picture thinkers, extroverted, jovial, loves adventure, blunt, straightforward, open-minded, future-oriented, faithful, independent, energetic, needs freedom. ruled by jupiter and the ninth house. capricorn: cardinal + earth, serious, disciplined, mature, takes responsibility, hard-working, thoughtful, traditional, dry sense of humor, objective, independent, ambitious, reliable, patient. ruled by saturn and the tenth house. aquarius: fixed + air, progressive, eccentric, independent, needs freedom, detached, intellectual, authentic, accepting, open-minded, non-judgemental, outgoing, determined, humanitarian, future-oriented. ruled by uranus and the eleventh house. pisces: artistic, sensitive, distant look, compassionate, empathetic, escapist, intuitive, heart over head, understanding, introspective, needs alone time, soft-spoken, emotional, imaginative, faithful, romantic, fluid, adaptable. ruled by neptune and the twelfth house.

planets

the planets give direction to the traits expressed by the zodiac signs. this direction comes in the form of facets of our personalities. personal/"inner" planets sun: ego, general personality, vitality, focus, father figure. domicile=leo / detriment=aquarius / exalted=aries / fall=libra moon: emotions, intuitions, gut reactions, instincts, needs, mother figure. domicile=cancer / detriment=capricorn / exalted=taurus / fall=scorpio mercury: communication, mental abilities, information processing. domicile=gemini or virgo / detriment=sagittarius or pisces / exalted=virgo / fall=pisces venus: romance, personal style, love style, attraction, taste. domicile=taurus or libra / detriment=scorpio or aries / exalted=pisces / fall=virgo mars: drive, motivations, anger, physical attraction, physical activity. domicile=aries/ detriment=libra/ exalted=capricorn / fall=cancer

impersonal/"outer" planets jupiter: expansion + growth, talents, opportunities, luck. domicile=sagittarius / detriment=gemini / exalted=cancer / fall=capricorn saturn: fears, where we feel repressed/restricted, where we must learn and become disciplined. domicile=capricorn/ detriment=cancer/ exalted=libra / fall=aries uranus: individuality, eccentric/uniqueness, suddenness, technology. domicile=aquarius / detriment=leo / exalted=scorpio / fall=taurus neptune: confusion, blurred lines, lack of boundaries, deception, sacrifice, dreams. domicile=pisces / detriment=virgo / exalted=cancer / fall=capricorn pluto: transformation, raw power, death, secrets. domicile=scorpio / detriment=taurus / exalted=aquarius / fall=leo

planets in their domicile or exalted sign are said to be strong, while planets in their detriment or fall sign are weak. stronger planets express themselves much more naturally. weaker planets can bring problems into the individual's life, especially if poorly aspected.

aspects

the next step is the aspects, which is the interaction between these facets of our personality and how easily we express them. positive aspects are marked green, negative are marked red. conjunction (0°): the unification of two planets that allows their energies to merge and be expressed as one. square (90°): tension between two planets that creates conflict or patterns of avoidance. opposition (180°): tension between two planets that results in conflict or patterns of projection. quincunx (150°): completely different energies that are unable to be integrated or properly managed. trine (120°): two planets that mesh well together, often manifesting as a talent or skill within the individual. sextile (60°): two planets with energy so similar they are seamlessly and effortlessly expressed together.

houses

finally, the houses represent the stage where all of this expression occurs in our external life. first (ascendant, ASC): first impressions, physical appearance, the vibe we give off, our view/philosophy of life. second: our values, sense of self-worth and confidence, money, physical possessions. third: communication style, early education, siblings, neighbors and neighborhood, thinking patterns, short trips. fourth (imum coeli, IC): home, family, the house, early life + childhood, background, roots, memories, father figure. fifth: self-expression, creativity, hobbies, interests, children, pleasure, short-term relationships. sixth: physical health, daily routine, coworkers, job, pets, service to others. seventh (descendant, DSC): marriage, spouse, long-term relationships, other people. eighth: shared resources, inheritances, death, transformation, crisis, hidden things. ninth: higher education, travel, foreign/distant places, diversity, expansion and growth. tenth (midheaven, MC): career, reputation, online persona, success, goals for the future, mother figure. eleventh: groups and organizations, the wider collective, our friend group, wishes and aspirations. twelfth: losses, grief and sorrow, subconscious or unconscious things, confusion, lack of boundaries, sacrifice.

iii. the interpretation process + notes

to interpret a natal chart, i have a specific process that i utilize. i will outline it in this section, giving notes along the way where i see fit. there are many ways of interpreting charts, however, so use this more as a guide than a hard and fast rule.

✨the process ✨

look at the chart as a whole, taking notice of: a. planets clustered together in one sign/house (note: 3+ planets in a house is called a stellium) b. planets "sitting on/"conjunct the angles (1st, 4th, 7th, or 10th) c. lone planets that are just sitting by themselves d. completely empty houses e. major aspect patterns, such as the t-square, grand trine, etc.

next, look at the sign of the ascendant and determine the chart ruler a. examine the condition of both, such as major aspects (aspects of 5° or less)

check out the sun's sign, house, and major aspects

do the same for the moon, and consider the relationship it has to the sun

next, check out the sign, house, and major aspects of the three other personal planets

look at the three other angles: the IC, DSC, and MC to determine their condition

look at the house and any major aspects to personal planets for the outer planets

find the lord of any empty houses and determine what house it sits in, as well as its condition there

finally, any asteroids or minor bodies of interest a. typically these only influence the individual if they make an aspect to the personal planets or angles, like outer planets

some other things to take into account: which element/planet/sign is dominant in the chart, where the ruler of each house sits, are there planets at 0° or 29°, degree theory, midpoints, and planets in retrograde.

iv. other chart types

so far, i've exclusively been talking about the natal chart. however, there are several chart types with other purposes ranging from examining the compatibility of two people, to predicting what might occur in the year ahead, to even answering questions. i'll give a brief run-down of some of them here:

solar return: a chart drawn for the exact moment the sun returns to the sign and degree it was at when you were born. it is said to represent what will occur in the year ahead.

synastry: this chart examines the relationship between two people by seeing how both of their charts interact with each other. it is a representation of how they affect each other.

composite: like the synastry chart, a composite looks at the relationship between two people. it does this by creating a chart of the midpoints between the placements of their charts. it is a representation of the relationship itself and what it's like.

progressed: a chart that shows how a person's personality and life circumstances change over time, calculated by adding one day to your birthday for every year of your life.

draconic: a chart that supposedly represents your "true nature," which is who you were before your life experiences. it works by setting the north node to aries and adjusting every other placement accordingly.

transit: this is simply a chart of what the sky looks like on any given day. this can be compared to a natal chart to see what influences are acting on an individual or to examine long-term trends.

these are by no means all of the chart types, or even the most important, but they are the most common ones you will see discussed here. furthermore, every chart type uses the same framework and many of the same rules in regards to interpretation, making them extremely valuable tools to have in your toolset!

v. resources

below here is a list of websites, articles, tools, etc. that are extremely helpful for learning astrology. every single resource in this list is 100% approved by me, and i have used or read through all of them myself, many of which i still refer back to now. there are also resources that go more in-depth about some of the topics mentioned in this guide, if you're confused or want to know more. feel free to take a peek!

websites a. https://advanced-astrology.com/ b. http://astrologyking.com/ c. https://astromatrix.org/ d. https://www.astro-seek.com/ e. https://www.alwaysastrology.com/index.html f. http://www.thedarkpixieastrology.com/ g. https://cafeastrology.com/ h. https://www.astrology.com/learn i. https://www.astrologyweekly.com/forum/index.php j. http://www.astrologersforum.com/forum/index.php

calculators a. https://www.astrotheme.com/horoscope_chart_sign_ascendant.php b. https://www.astro.com/cgi/genchart.cgi c. https://astro.cafeastrology.com/natal.php d. https://horoscopes.astro-seek.com/birth-chart-horoscope-online e. https://astro-charts.com/tools/new/birthchart/

blogs a. @astrologymarina b. @astraltwelve c. @astrolovecosmos d. @twelvehousemoon e. @ms-m-astrologer f. @saintzjenx

faq/specific resources/what's on my bookmarks bar a. A glossary of astrology-related terms b. how fast do the planets move through the signs? c. what is degree theory? d. which signs square and oppose each other? e. how do you find your dominant sign/planet/etc? f. astrology 101 by astrologymarina g. what are retrogrades? h. a brief interpretation for every planet in every sign i. a complete ephemeris up to the 22nd century j. what are interceptions? k. what are the 29th and 0 degree? l. how to read the chart wheel?

books a. the only astrology book you'll ever need, joanne martine woolfolk b. chart interpretation handbook, stephen arroyo c. the twelve houses, howard sasportas d. aspects in astrology, sue thompkins e. discover the aspect pattern in your birth chart: a comprehensive guide, glenn mitchell f. the art of forecasting using solar return charts, anthony louis g. the astrology of family dynamics, erin sullivan h. midpoints: identify and integrate midpoints into horoscope synthesis, don mcbroom i. retrograde planets: traversing the inner landscape, erin sullivan

vi. final notes

you did it! this is the end of my revised guide to astrology, and hopefully this has been helpful for you to understand the basic workings of the practice. astrology can be really rewarding and fascinating, and even after eight years i still come across topics that i've never heard about!

as always, my inbox is open for any questions you may have. if anything is unclear or you think of ways to improve this guide, feel free to tell me as well. thanks for sticking with me, folks!

#i did it boys #i revised my guide #astrology #natal chart #other #guide

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narrators-journal · 3 years ago

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Hello, I hope you are well, can I ask Yandere Akutagawa who probably hates you for how you make us feel? I may degrade you but get mad if someone else does

I hope this is good and is what you wanted! I'm a little rusty with Yandere content, so it might be a bit subtle here. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

As a new low ranking mafia goon you had expected some harsh bullying from your coworkers, but that didn't mean you couldn't despise them for it, or have the occassional breakdown in the headquarters bathroom or something. That was actually how you'd met your first friend-like person in the organization, Higuchi had found you fighting to not cry in the bathroom one day, and instead of belittling you for the moment of weakness, she gave you a paper towel to dab the tears from your (s/c) cheeks and assured you that she understood your predicament.

In all honesty, the harassment wouldn't be that bad if it weren't for one specific man. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke.

Akutagawa was a violent, hostile, rabid dog of a man who took any possible chance to insult you without mercy. It didn't even have to be anything that would get you into trouble or annoy him, he would belittle anything he could about you as a person, not just your work for the mafia. It had quickly lost all of the leeway you had for newbie-hazing. At least now you had a reason to blame for the prickly mafioso hating your guts. Turns out he isn't a fan of his fashion being labelled 'hot topic tween goth.' After that, you just avoided him as best you could, which seemed near impossible with how much he continued to pop up in your life, even after you'd insulted him.

Of course, Mori would pair you with the goth pretty frequently despite your reluctance, Akutagawa had a pretty variable set of jobs he could be assigned to and thus would be a good on-the-job teacher for a newbie such as yourself, but after you'd insulted the goth he didn't leave you alone like you might've thought he would. Instead, he seemed to pop up a lot more frequently, even outside of the jobs you were paired with him on. Of course, you would see the pale vampire at the headquarters when you weren't working with him, but now you had gone from seeing him maybe once a week for a task or to retrieve or deliver ill-gotten cash, to seeing him a distance behind you in the hallway of the headquarters almost every other day, or in one of the spare sitting rooms the goons had overtaken and claimed as a sort of 'break room' on nights when you'd stay super late into the night and should've been alone.

However, you couldn't really accuse the hostile man of stalking you just to glare at you or spit insults. After all, Higuchi had always had a very valid point as to why you were running into him when you brought the occurrences up, and you'd be labelled a loon for thinking he'd been trailing you just because you had spotted him in the grocery store. So, you opted to keep your mouth shut and just ignored him whenever you could get away with it.

Though, every once in a while a snide remark or two slipped out, like one had on the day he limped into the headquarters after another spat with his rival, Atsushi Nakajima. "You look like a cat's half digested dinner," you snorted, watching the wheezing vampire flop into one of the fancy velvet chairs in the empty break room. He was still glowing a pretty vibrant red, with his coat ribbon lashing like the tail of an angry cat, but he ignored your comment and instead focused on wrapping his slashed up arm and leg in bandages. Then, just as you were beginning to leave the room to find your own place to do some paperwork, you felt fabric slither around your neck to tighten into a razor-wire choke-collar and yank you none-too-gently over to the chair Akutagawa sat in.

You weren't likely to cut an impressive figure with your (e/c) eyes wide with shock at the sudden attack, and fear at the feeling of Rashoumon's sharp edges biting into your (s/c) skin to draw blood under your bully's cold, humiliation-filled glare, "I think you're beginning to forget your place here, newbie." He spat, his raspy growl dripping with venom, "Not only do I outrank you, but I am much stronger than you. You are nowhere near Jinko's strength, fucking Higuchi is more of a threat to me than you are, so the next time you want to feel more significant than you are and insult me, I suggest you have a fucking grave dug beforehand." He got right in your face as he spoke, barring his teeth at you with sin-worthy wrath in his grey eyes, but, just for a moment before the lethal ribbon threw you away as easily as he would a gum wrapper, he hesitated. It was brief, only a few seconds, but Akutagawa's anger lessened, and instead he leaned forward just a hair. Just as quickly as it appeared though, the moment was gone. His fury returned with a vengeance and the ribbon that held you captive launched you across the room, sending you sliding across the floor and into the wall hard enough to crack it just a bit.

You took the hint and scrambled to your feet as soon as you got some air into your lungs, coughing and wheezing as you fled the room before Rashoumon could be sent through your spine next.

Admittedly, being snippy with the vampire after he'd already been embarrassed like that hadn't been a shining example of your best timing, but you tried to move past it, and that weird moment of hesitation, and label it a learning experience. Your fellow goons however, caught wind of your confrontation and did not give you such kindness. They instead turned it into more ammunition for snide remarks about how intelligent you were.

"Hey! Look who just walked in!" A goon you had yet to learn the name of almost crowed one day when you were eating lunch in the breakroom, just trying to watch some tv before your next job when Akutagawa had come in. "Hey, (y/n), wanna try and see if he'll knock your braincells back into place?" You just glared at the man while he continued to call you stupid and just try to instigate whatever fight he could it seemed. You didn't fall for his trap though, keeping your mouth firmly shut and not responding to his insults or assumptions of how masochistic you were. No, you instead simply returned your attention to the tv and blocked out Akutagawa's existence until you finished your lunch and left for your job.

Thankfully, it was a solo mission, a new extension of trust from Mori, and a prime chance to not only prove yourself, but to get away from the assholes you worked with. So, by the time you returned to the mafia headquarters, you were feeling pretty good and had almost completely forgotten your earlier run-in with that asshole of a goon around your lunch time.

Of course, the sky was dark by the time you returned from the job, so on top of your improved mood, you were also spared further heckling since everyone else had finished their work and gone home for the night. So, you were gratefully able to fly through the report you had to write about the mission, and cataloging of the goods you'd distributed without issue. It wasn't until you stopped by the bathroom to change out of your clothing and into some more comfortable, not-dirty clothes before your walk home that you smelled the stench of blood.

It hit you like a brick as soon as you had opened the bathroom door. The whole bathroom reeked of the dizzying smell of iron and death so badly that it poured out into the empty hallway. All it took was a few steps inside to investigate for you to spot the source of such a strong stench. A corpse huddled into the far corner across from the stalls.

Through your stinging tears, you could see that it was likely one of the other mafia goons, and judging by the one bloody tuft of hair you could see amongst the chunks of flayed flesh...it was the same goon that was messing with you earlier. Since your only identifier was the shredded and blood soaked suit that the heap of shredded flesh and spilled entrails somewhat wore and a bit of hair, you couldn't say for certain, but something in your gut told you it was the same man.

"You know, you should really grow a spine." You whirled around to face the doorway as soon as the raspy voice spoke, (e/c) eyes wide and your hand instantly falling to the small pistol you had at your hip. But, instead of some demented intruder out to murder any mafia goons they found, you were instead met with Akutagawa. Your worst bully.

For a moment, all you could do was stare in shock, your brain frantically scrambling to recollect its composure under the pressure of an almost primal terror, just letting you stammer out a shakey, "What?" before your legs began to turn to jello, the thick blanket of coppery blood in the air making your stomach want to escape out of your mouth. However, you put your hand on the cool glass of the sink and bit back the urge to vomit. The last thing you wanted was to give the sadistic mafioso more ammo against you in his harassment, and if he was the goon-slaughtering-psycho, you didn't want to go out because you were too busy retching to defend yourself. However, he didn't attack you. He just stood in the doorway and glared at the mutilated pile of flesh as if it had insulted his family for a moment before speaking again, "You're supposed to be a mafia member, (y/n), you can't just let people use you as a doormat, it reflects poorly on the organization." he chided with a derisive sniff, "Grow a damned spine and begin to stand up for yourself. No one's going to 'defend your honor' like this..." He trailed off, fixing you with a cold, irritated look for a long moment before he turned on his heel with a huff, "Clean that bastard up, before he stains the linoleum anymore than he already has."

With that, Akutagawa stomped off back to wherever he'd come from. Leaving you to deal with the bloody carnage you'd discovered, and to ask yourself why he had even been here. It was the middle of the night, most everyone should be home by now, but the goth had appeared only a moment after you'd entered the bathroom, how had he shown up so quickly? He didn't bring Mori or anyone else, so it wasn't like he'd discovered the body first...

You got a sick feeling that he'd been the one to leave such a nightmarish scene. And that he'd been waiting for you to find it or something.

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Terushima Yūji x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

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TW: dub/noncon (noncon filming & voyeurism), manipulation, drugs (weed and alcohol), implied virginity, degradation, exhibitionism, daddy kink

A night of danger and debauchery with the city’s infamous drug dealer.

It was a simple enough text that started it, but you’re not even sure how he got a hold of your number. A few days ago, a plain ‘hey’ had flashed across your screen and before you knew it, you were agreeing to go for a ride in his speedy car. ‘How fast is it?’ you had asked as an attempt to stall the conversation. But it was his reply that settled it for you: ‘As fast as you want it.’

It’s stupid how easily swayed you were, but the words left a knot in your stomach that you had never encountered before. Like a ship setting its anchor on the seafloor, though not one of anxiety nor tension caused by any of the usual stressors of your life—something entirely alien. The real issue wasn’t its unfamiliarity, but how much you took pleasure in it. And as ships do, the feeling set sail as quickly as it appeared, and you were left wistful and aching for its return.

Never had you been like your classmates at the private school, who used familial wealth to excuse week-long benders and avoid lengthy jail sentences, because never had you felt that depravity necessary. But as you make your way down the block, you envision daddy waking up to find his little girl simply vanished, and you can’t help the wicked smile that spreads across your face.

When you arrive at the grimy, red sports car— music blasting through the open windows despite the dead quiet of the block— that ball of thrill settles in your gut yet again. As long as you’re in the company of Terushima Yūji, you’re well aware that the feeling isn’t going to go away.

The car is low. So low, in fact, that you have to balance a hand on the roof and slide in legs first. How does he even drive around in this metal death trap without scraping the asphalt? Your leather skirt bunches and slips further up your thighs no matter how hard you tug it lower.

“Alright?” It’s the only form of greeting he calls out to you over the ear-splitting music. Terushima eyes your lustrous, bare legs resting in the passenger seat of his beat-up Camaro, but doesn’t bother turning down the tune. He’s not very polite, but you didn’t exactly accept his offer to be drowned in refinement, did you?

“I’m okay,” you shout, struggling to be heard over the booming voice rapping about ‘drugs and bitches.’ Typical. “How are you?” You’re not sure if it’ll break the ice, not even sure he wants to speak at all, but anything’s better than fidgeting awkwardly in your chair with nothing but the god awful music to drown out your anxiety.

He mumbles back a simple reply, fixing his gaze on your breasts straining against the tight, low cut tank. You fished the two-piece outfit out of the depths of your wardrobe, a revealing number borrowed from a friend that you never even bothered trying on before tonight. His stare has you itching to cross your arms over your chest, but you hold out. You can’t have him thinking you’re a prude, even if it is the truth.

His hand grips the stick shift lazily and before you know it, the engine is rumbling and you’re peeling away from the curb. Terushima’s driving is every bit as reckless as you assumed, stop signs appearing to be soft suggestions rather than mandatory decrees. The residential roads are practically deserted, but the lack of caution has your heart racing wildly all the same, fingers clutching at your seat. As the adrenaline rushes through your veins, your stomach sinks further into the frayed leather seat.

When the music is shut off abruptly, you believe he must finally want to speak to you, perhaps even exchange pleasantries— but the next words out of his mouth are a sly,

“Do me a favor, yeah?” You nod, before realizing his eyes are still fixed on the road ahead. It’s not like it matters anyways, because he continues on as if you had answered him. “Grab the bottle under your seat for me, princess.” Princess. It’s uttered so nonchalantly, but there’s a certain edge to his tone— the tiniest hint of a teasing lilt. You don’t like it, but logical as your brain may be, your stomach still swirls with butterflies.

Swiping at the floor, you search until your fingers make contact with glass. Low and behold, you pull out a bottle of–

“Smirnoff,” your eyes scan the label intently, attempting to place the emblem among the liquors you’ve seen at the country club. While you weren’t exactly expecting a water bottle— that’d be much too off brand for Terushima— you aren’t too keen on the idea of reckless and intoxicated driving. He glances towards you once, but doesn’t make a move towards the drink at all.

Only a few seconds later, he shoots you another look, single brow raised in quiet anticipation. The long-forgotten burdens of high school peer pressure washes over you again, fingers quivering as you unscrew the cap.

You’ve never had vodka straight out of the bottle, never had vodka in general except for when it’s mixed into your cocktails. But his expectation weighs heavy in the confined space. So, fuck it. What did you come out with him for if not to live a little?

Nail polish remover, children’s cough syrup, and liquid fire. That’s all you taste as the lukewarm fluid glides down your throat. The burn is unbearable, but a pool of warmth oozes through your chest and your hand relaxes a bit on the edge of your seat. You don’t even realize that you’re coughing.

“First time drinking?” He offers you a lazy smirk, tone edged in ridicule.

“What?” Holding your breath, you silently beg the itch in your throat to disappear. “No, I- I have wine with dinner.”

The laugh that rumbles through his throat is deep and hoarse, much too loud to be laughing at your comment— and thus, is only perceivable as taunting. Even so, you can’t deny the seduction threaded into his smoky vocals, or the wire deep within your core, pulled taut and ready to snap at any moment.

“Wine,” he snickers again. “You’re funny, you know that?” He swipes the booze out of your hands and chugs. If there’s ever a proper time to start worrying, it’d be now. But at least he stops for lights?

Besides, you can’t say you’re not enjoying the view. Terushima’s defined jaw ruts outward with every swill, his lips puckered towards the bottle as if his life depends on it. As cautious as you should be, he’s too pretty to keep your eyes focused anywhere else; your mouth surely knows it, practically salivating at his Adam's apple, bobbing as he gulps. If you reach your hand out just a few inches, you can run your fingertips against it and–

“Gross,” he pushes the bottle back towards you.

“Black cherry,” you counter, as if it’s an explanation for the disgusting taste.

“Is that the flavor I nicked? Damn, wasn’t paying enough attention,” he shrugs.

“Nicked?” Mouth agape, you stare intently at the side of his face and hope for a valid answer.

“Bottle looked lonely, so I swiped it,” he brushes a finger at the alcohol trickling down his lip; one of your own digits twitches in envy. “Is that too criminal for you, princess?”

So he is mocking you. The vodka must be melting your brain, because all your body comes up with in response is a wind chime of a soft laugh— an entirely foreign noise to your ears. It must be a mistake, or the music playing tricks on your hearing, because you don’t giggle.

Still, according to Terushima’s awful pet name, you have something to prove. Not sure how else to shut him up, you opt for the easiest way out.

“I’m not drunk enough for this.” The bottle meets your lips and liquid fire waltzes through you again. Seconds pass as you chug, the haziness of your last sip urging you to down just a teensy bit more. Just enough to get you tipsy, just enough to prove him wrong, just enough to drown out the voice in your head claiming this is a terrible idea.

This time, you don’t cough.

“‘Atta girl.”

Then, you’re drinking, and he’s drinking, and the two of you are having the grandest of times. Never mind the fact that he’s consumed far less alcohol than you have, or that lines are blurring and you’re no longer able to see straight. Gone is the anxiety you were plagued with upon meeting him and the worries that shadow you day and night in your regular life. And that’s all that really matters.

He blasts the music once again. Maybe it isn’t as terrible as you originally thought. A deep, pumping bass resonates through every bone in your body and Terushima seems to be pressing the pedals harder with every beat.

Up you go, higher, higher— higher?

Your eyes have been scouring the mischievous man next to you so intently that you never bothered to ask where you were going. But can you blame yourself? Even now, as you round up the side of a cliff, every thought passing through your murky brain pertains to him.

His lazy half smile that won’t drop, as if he’s keyed in on a secret that’s all his own, lidded eyes that make him look entirely apathetic and alluring all at once. Hell, even his fingers are beautiful. Slender and graceful, one hand is placed leisurely at the wheel and the other is shifting the gear stick with meticulous precision. Terushima Yūji has always struck you as raw and vulgar, but now you see there’s a sense of finesse to him as well— and of course, you’d need to be halfway into a drunken stupor to truly notice it.

You’re shaken from your thoughts once he cracks the windows, hair whipping around violently. If you only knew the lyrics to any of these songs, you’d be singing along. Instead, you settle for kicking your legs out the window and tapping your fingers to the beat. Who cares that your fingers are moving too slowly to match the rhythm?

Terushima says nothing at your erratic behavior, only smirks when your head leans against his shoulder and you stare idly up at him. Relief. It’s the only identifiable emotion you’re able to place in the midst of this haze. Yes, the world is foggy and black spots take over half your vision. But you hold onto that feeling— the breeze, the weightlessness. All the while, the anchor in your gut makes its home further into the sand.

“We’re here,” he chuckles, pointing at your windswept hair when you turn to him. It’s the first time his laugh sounds genuine, bubbling up naturally instead of forced and vicious. And he’s finally looking at you; not in stolen glances, with eyes glazed over in mockery or lust, but truly looking at you. You break out of the murkiness clouding your brain to catch what ‘here’ is, only to gasp at the sight in front of you.

He’s brought you to the very top of a cliff, overlooking the city. Cars and buildings seem nothing more than blips on a map, insects to your God-like view.

As beautiful as they are, the dazzling lights of the world below you pale in comparison to the deity seated inches away. It’s difficult to believe that you had never once taken notice of him, though your younger self filed him away as a troublemaker—an invaluable waste of space— based on gossiped knowledge and without a second glance.

“Y’know what I never noticed?” You’re well aware the words tumble out a whine, drawn out and a bit slurred, but proper diction is the last thing on your mind. “You’re really pretty.” As soon as you’ve said it, your face is set ablaze. Control yourself.

“Pretty? Haven’t heard that one before,” he throws his head back and you’re struck with that gruff, raspy laugh once again.

“But you are,” you’re unable to contain yourself at all now, all proper thoughts replaced by the cut of his cheekbones, the messy bleached hair tumbling over his sleek undercut— and best yet, the tiny piece of metal prodding through his tongue and now balanced between his teeth. “A pretty bad boy, with pretty teeth, and a pretty piercing, and you texted me why?” With the hurried words, another wave of heat spikes your body.

Perhaps his eyes brighten at your little confession, or perhaps his face gives away nothing. You can’t really tell much of anything.

“You really wanna know?” You nod hungrily at his whisper, his hushed tone teeming with temptation. Terushima creeps closer, so much so that you feel his breath fanning your face. Underneath the overwhelming scents of cigarettes and booze, he smells a bit like tea leaves. Strange, but pleasant. “Are you sure?” He’s smirking now, obviously finding your curiosity entertaining.

At the same time, one of his hands inches towards you— cautiously, deliberately, like a predator creeping towards its skittish prey. You tremble in your seat, unsure why the proximity has your heart beating out of its chest.

All at once, his hand shoots past you and towards the glove compartment. Terushima lets out a snicker, flashes you a brilliant set of teeth, and proudly offers you nothing: “Sorry, not tellin’ you.”

Your slurred gripes do nothing to sway the tease, who’s now engrossed by the itty bitty ziploc baggie he pulled from the glovebox. Though your head is spinning, you yourself can’t help but feel enthralled by his movements— staring shamelessly as he sprinkles the weed onto paper. His fingers prove precise yet again as he rolls the greens into pretty little cylinders.

Almond eyes meet yours only when he brings the wrap to his lips, gazing directly at you while his tongue slides across the paper. A chill prickles across your skin, but there’s only heat within the parked car.

Before you know it, he’s extending a large hand towards you, silently willing you to take the first hit. Somewhere far away, you hear your own voice mumbling, ‘I don’t know how to.’ As hard as you try to put up a front, to exude sex and confidence in front of this well-versed man, you’re not quite sure you can pretend your way through this one.

A wispy laugh, a sly comment and a wink later, two of his fingers have the joint pressed between your lips. ‘I’ll teach you,’ he promises, instructing you on precisely how to breathe. You barely register the palm fastened at your chest. Is he being a creep? Maybe he’s just trying to help. Either way, you don’t pay it much mind.

And then, smoke fills your lungs, fills your head, fills the already-depleting air of his tiny car. You’re coughing again, but he warned you of the burn this time, and ‘besides, it’ll get you higher.’

You were hoping to see chalky hues of pinks and blues, but the drug does nothing but provide you with lidded eyes and a tingle that runs from head to toe. A single stroke of your finger against the leathered seat sends waves of shivers throughout your arm. Your palm splayed against your own thigh feels unfamiliar and ticklish.

The buzz is only truly worth it when you finally turn to look at the wicked man next to you; Terushima has a slick smile dancing across his face, eyes heavy and probing you for any sort of reaction. The bleached blonde hair at the top of his head pales under the moonlight, suddenly seeming impossible to resist. When you reach out to grasp a strand, he moves quicker, gripping your fingers tightly between his.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His low drawl is lazy, more amused than genuinely angry. But your fingers twitch beneath his grasp all the same, completely embarrassed and still itching to touch his locks. “Princess doesn't know how to ask for things politely?” You don’t have to look into his eyes to feel the smugness radiating off of him.

“No, I-” There’s no saving face now, and he knows it as well as you do.

“Or are you just so used to getting what you want?” Even as he taunts you, his digits thread through yours, pulling you towards him so that your hands hover over his lips. “Is this what you wanted?”

You shake your head, but the thought of grazing his pillowy lips— of your trembling fingers exploring that tiny metal ball in his mouth— is now etched into your clouded brain.

“No? What about here?” He trails your digits down his crisp t-shirt, stopping only when you’ve reached his midriff. You should stop, should adhere to the yellow tape bound around this entire encounter; instead, you stare at the blonde with wide eyes, tongue poking out of your mouth as you debate your answer. He breathes an airy laugh, “use your words.”

But before you can, his lips are meshing into yours. And here are the hues of the pinks and blues you so desperately wished to see, hidden in his caress all this time. There’s heat, and heat, and more heat— and a quiet hum traveling from the very tip of your mouth to your toes, as you melt together.

When he releases your hands, they fly towards his hair, finally tugging at the soft pieces. A simple clasp of your waist and you’re moaning into his mouth, a warm welcome for his tongue to slide in. Embers spread through the tiny space, setting your lungs ablaze far quicker than any drug could. His cool, metal piercing tickles the roof of your mouth; if you were coherent enough, you may wonder what it would feel like skimming other stretches of skin.

But your thoughts are cotton candy melting at his touch and allowing one, singular thought: him, him, him.

Your sugar-spun mind loses track of the time he spends pressed into you. Seconds, minutes, hours later, he finally pulls away, the long string of saliva between you the only remnant of your lip-locked endeavors.

“It’s getting late,” his words are a whisper, a break in the heavy silence of heaving chests and spinning minds. You’d have thought the infamous heartbreaker would urge for more, and a part of you wishes that he would. But instead, he drives you back down the cliffside in silence, his hand on your thigh rooted in place, keeping you longing for another taste.

Only when you’re coming down from the high, still a bit tipsy, do you realize you’re almost home. Terushima’s fingers still play at the hem of your skirt, stroking at the fire deep in your gut. With all his teasing, you figure you may as well make your move now.

“You can pull over here,” you instruct, happy to have found your usual domineering voice. Perhaps it was buried under the weight of weed and wandering lips.

“Your house is another block away,” he refutes with a grumble, but heeds your demand anyways. When he turns to you, you’re caught in that bewitching gaze, finding yourself at a loss for words yet again. “Anything else you need?” The words are laced with possibility, a dangerous challenge. But any gall you felt coursing through your veins has vanished without a trace.

“No- I- I should get home,” your eyes drop, staring at a loose thread on his pants— and all at once, moving to leave the car. “Daddy’ll be mad if he catches me out.” The words are barely out of your mouth before he’s chuckling, repeating them.

“Daddy will be mad? You still call your father daddy?” And there’s the Yūji Terushima you thought you knew, mockery and taunts always at the tip of his tongue. You throw a weak punch against his chest, huffing in confusion.

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” He exclaims a bit too smugly, climbing out himself.

Next thing you know, you’re caught between his body and the hood of the car, sturdy arms trapping you in place. Chilled air nips at your bones; a single skim of his knee against your thigh and that cold is forgotten. You really should be at home.

“Terushima.” It’s funny how a single word— a person’s name— can contain a thousand different meanings. You’re not even sure how you say it, questioning the inflections of your cracked voice and wide eyes. He whispers your name right back, the gleam in his eyes magnifying tenfold.

You’re well aware he has you right where he wants you, a little bird caught in a cage, though you’re more than happy to be singing any song he asks.

But there’s only silence as you stare at each other beneath the flickering street light. So much so, you can hear your hearts pump blood, can hear the engine of a car rumbling by, can even hear your neighbor’s pesky dog barking a block away.

“Do you need something, or do you just like saying my na–”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in.

It feels different now. Perhaps your nerves aren’t frenzied, and you don’t attain euphoria with every graze. But you feel him. You can taste the smoke on his tongue as it knocks against your teeth. Black cherry floods your brain, the same flavor that drifted you up that cliffside to begin with.

Terushima’s hands grab at your waist before you’re hoisted up and placed on the hood of the car. Gone are the lazy kisses of two heads in the clouds. His movements are quick and decisive, aggressive even. A hand roams your body, trailing under your tank and across your breasts. The other shoves aside your panties, nimble fingers circling your bud.

A low whimper leaves you when he runs a digit across your slit.

“Careful,” hot breath fans your lips as he chuckles, “too loud and he’ll hear us.”

But you can’t stop your wanton mewls. Not when he dips into you, curling his fingertips to hit a spot that has you seeing stars. Not when his teeth nip at your jaw, your neck, the shell of your ear— leaving soft marks behind. And most certainly not when you can feel his cock straining against your thigh.

“Fuck, Teru I–” Within minutes, your entire body trembles, hands clutching at soft hair as you chase your high.

“Tell daddy what you want,” his eyes pierce into yours, completely unashamed of his perversion of the pure term. You try to shake your head no, to refuse his order— but he simply flicks his wrist quicker, pumps into you faster. You’re so fucking close, too near the edge to care, so you simply allow the words to tumble out,

“Daddy p-please, I want to cum.”

A few circles on your clit, and you’re putty in his hands. The high hits you with a loud, leg-shaking cry— far more dizzying than any of the debaucheries of hours past.

You’re flipped over without a moment to breathe, breasts rammed into the frigid car hood. Terushima pulls your skirt up with one hand, the other nudging your cheek firmly against the metal.

Never would you have thought you’d be one for such public indecency, but the elation of your last orgasm still hasn't even completely resided. For the third time tonight, you find yourself drunk off the ambrosia of this wayward god.

“Beg for it,” he slides his cock up your slit, coating his thick member in your slick.

“Please Teru,” you whine helplessly. A loud slap echoes through the empty street as his hand meets the globe of your ass, the pain more shocking than painful.

It reminds you that anyone could walk out of their homes to see you being railed against a beat up car— and the thought of one of your neighbors waking up to that sight wracks your body with a twisted pleasure.

“What was that?” The bastard actually laughs, gruff and hearty, as you writhe against him.

“Daddy, I need you.” And then he’s thrusting into you, pushing into the tight ring of muscle. Though he prepped you, you claw at the car, searching for any sort of relief from the overwhelming pain.

A few snaps of his hips later, you relax as the stretch becomes bearable. He takes his time rutting into you, spreading your legs further, making sure you feel every inch of him deep inside you.

Only when you begin bouncing back to meet his drives does he quicken his pace, a single hand gripping your waist— five finger-shaped bruises you’re sure will be evidence for days to come. You barely recognize your own voice; high-pitched wails spill from your lips, curses and pleas and cries of ‘daddy’ like a broken record on replay.

“Look at the little slut, creaming all over me,” a particularly hard thrust sends you reeling, tears flowing freely down your face as you blabber mindlessly. “Who’d have thought the city’s very own ‘prude princess’ would be blacking out over some dick?”

You should be ridiculed, would be utterly offended by the insult, if not for the fact that his cock has you teetering the delicate line of consciousness. Those words are precisely what send you over the edge for the second time tonight.

“Fuck, stay right there,” a low, gravelly groan as Terushima continues pounding into you. Then, a few more prods and he’s following suit, pulling out to spill his seed all over your backside.

Vision still spotty, you finally turn to look at the beautiful man, hoping for rosy cheeks and that soft smile you believe is a secret saved just for you. Instead you’re met with a dull frown and a look of pure apathy.

He won’t even meet your eyes.

“Can you walk the block or should I drive you?” Though he poses the question, the lack of his typical liveliness tells you everything you need to know about his preference: he doesn’t have one.

Somewhere far away, you hear yourself tell him you’ll walk. Your head’s still caught on cloud nine, or perhaps it was only ever the ninth circle of hell—twisted and contorted by black cherry and rotten greens.

“Are you sure? You look a little shaken,” he laughs, that same hoarse tone you once thought charming now seeming gnarled and vicious. The taunts once endearing, now simply malicious.

From the corner of your eye you spot his phone, unlocked and teeming with messages. A flash of a familiar black leather skirt bunching, a flip of your hair, pieces of your purity plastered across his screen for the world to see.

You walk back home in silence.

#haikyuu fic #haikyuu #terushima yuuji #terushima smut #terushima yuuji x reader #tw dubcon #tw manipulation #tw drugs #tw weed #tw alcohol #tw virginity #tw degradation #tw exhibitionism #tw daddy kink #tw noncon

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sholangagaga · 3 years ago

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You said Foxy was kinda unintentionally flirty, so has it sometimes caught the other animatronics off guard? Also give us some angst headcanons too ples

It's definitely been rough for a few of them! He just has this. . .natural drawl to his voice. Maybe it's his programming, he has to sound sweet because it soothes children. But it works on everyone! It only really flusters Monty the most. He has no idea how to react!

We've gotten to the angst requests! Been a long time since I had to break out the angsty gloves buuuuut hcs under the cut!

Roxy still has her self esteem issues, however they stem from Foxy more so than anything else. She feels like she's always compared to him, and it tears her up inside.

Roxy has tried to stop wearing red since it reminds her of Foxy, but at the same time, she really likes the color because it reminds her of the good times

The good times being when Foxy mentored her. After all, her mother and functionality chip were based on his. So technically, that makes her his daughter in hardware

Chica is always smiling and cheerful, but she actually gets upset like anyone else. Especially when she does something wrong or messes up during a show. She just gets so frustrated and wants to cry, but never shows this to the other synthetics. The only know who knows is Bonnie, who can relate to her on a level no one else can.

Monty, hoh boy monty

He doesnt know WHAT'S wrong with him, but it makes his blood boil when the problems rear their ugly heads

He feels like everyone hates him for taking Bonnie's spot (even though Bonnie gave him the spot in this AU) and it wears on him every time he picks up the bass

Monty, like Foxy, was programmed with an accent (Monty's accent is Southern/Cajun) and he HATES it

It was fine back when he was only at the Golf Course, it fit in with the bayou aesthetic. But now that he's in the band? It's mortifying to think of someone hearing it

So Monty fakes a Northern accent, so much so that a lot of the synthetics actually don't recall if he ever had an accent to begin with

Monty issues lie so deep, but he refuses to get them fixed out of his programming. He has a jaded view of how rockstars should look and act, and he aims to stay in that image.

Monty isnt homophobic or anything of the sort, but he prefers to think that he only likes girls. However the amount of boys that get him flustered (Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy) outweigh the girl crushes (Roxy)

Monty channels this as disdain, jealousy, or even hate, because even thinking of admitting to something so embarrassing kills him inside. The only reason why he doesnt act that way to Roxy is because she's no pushover, and she can easily tell what he's doing.

Bonnie has fears about his relationship with Freddy, whether or not its superficial and in their programming, or whether its real feelings given form.

He worries that one day Freddy will "come to his senses" and move on. The thought depresses him

Freddy actually fears a lot of things, he fears losing his image of Fazbear Entertainment, he fears failing his friends, and most of all, he fears death or retrofitting. He's seen the endos. He knows that they could be a Freddy waiting to take his place. They make him uncomfortable, admittedly. Freddy doesn't even like looking at his own endo, just because of how badly it wigs him out

Freddy also gets extremely scared of undergoing maintenance while conscious. (Maintenance that doesn't involve any of the Chips doesnt require a synthetic to be "asleep")

Freddy will borderline beg to be put to sleep before any procedure, otherwise he just has a panic attack the entire time

To avoid injuries, the technicians always accept his request

#here's a handful off the top of my head!#i cant believe some of you are hungering for angst!#ive underestimated my lovely mutuals and followers it seems #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamstar au #glamstar fam au #shoucan says

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asterroidd · 4 years ago

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fragment in time

↬ Reincarnation/Soulmate AU

—Wherein past lovers would always find each other in a different life.

↬ Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reader

↬ Word count: 4.4k

↬ Synopsis: Perhaps in another lifetime, you and Levi would finally be together.

↬ not proofread, capn’ :’)

The smell of blood wafted through the air. Screams of terror of fallen soldiers plagued your senses as man-eating-giants unhinged their jaws, their large teeth sinking down into the soft flesh of your comrades. Their blood splattered around, your terrified eyes watching each and every one in your squad being eaten alive by the titans.

It was a simple mistake, an error created by the supposed messenger from the other squad of soldiers reporting in to inform you of the titan wreaking havoc amongst the lands to the west. You took them upon their word, heeding into the information, and as such steered the squad towards the east to avoid the chaos.

But they were supposed to say east. East was where the giant beasts are.

Which brings you back to today's scene, wherein you are badly injured—and perhaps internally bleeding—with an aberrant titan desolating your men.

Biting down your cheeks, you groaned in pain as you adjusted yourself into a sitting position. Hands flying down to your stomach in attempts to stop the bleeding caused by a titan that caught you earlier. You were in death's door—a foot in the grave you have dug yourself in ever since you signed up to be a soldier in the Survey Corps—ready to embrace the sweet release of death that would finally rid you of this hellish world. That is until one of your men saved you, slicing the fingers that are wrapped around your torso and harshly tossed you to the side and out of harm's way.

You froze in horror, unable to recover your mental state after being a hair's width to cessation.

"Lieutenant (____)! Take my horse and esca—" was their last words before the titan bit of their head. The beast looming over their figure, a sickening grin adorned their face as saliva trickled down its chin. It let out a small grunt of pleasure, gulping down the severed head of your comrade. Their lifeless body slowly slumped down until they fell with a thud against the grass. Dirt mixed with fresh blood dirtied their pristine white shirt they wore along with the Survey Corps uniform.

You felt so useless. . .so powerless.

The scene played inside your thoughts like a broken record playing in repeat. Over and over again. . .

It was a nightmare much worse than those you have in your sleep. No. . . this is reality. This was actually happening right before your eyes. With a shaky hand, you brought it up to cup your cheek, smearing blood all over it as you lightly pinched yourself to confirm that you are actually awake and are not simply dreaming.

You wanted to save your squad—your friends whom you trained and joked with back inside the walls. The very same people who were assigned to you by Erwin. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Your body wouldn't budge.

It was as if fate was tricking with you—letting time slow down for you to witness the horrific scene before you. You wanted to take a break, just a brief moment to recollect your thoughts and congregate yourself to fight back against the titans. You wanted to fight back; to slice the nape of the titan that killed most of your squad. But you find yourself unable to. Shoulders slumping down in defeat, eyes swimming with salty tears, and mouth so dry like those desserts Armin spoke of.

As the titan's hands hover above, your life flashed before you. Recounting your most joyous moments from childhood to adulthood. Like that one time your mother gave you a hand-sewn doll for your birthday. Or when you got accepted to the Survey Corps despite your family's protests.

You'll die a terrible death, they say. It's safer inside the walls.

But you defied them, enlisting your name the moment it was announced that the military branch was recruiting a new set of soldiers for the next expedition happening in a few months. Your first time outside the walls was different.

Instead of puking everywhere and shaking in your horse, you felt strangely calm and excited. Not only that but you also easily killed the titans coming your way. Which in return shocked the higher-ups and eventually gave you your own squad a few months later due to your pure skill.

But perhaps the most memorable event in your life was meeting your fiance, Levi Ackerman. You met him a few years back—when he was still a fresh new recruit just like you. His skills with the 3d maneuver gear were no joke. The male looked so graceful whilst swinging from tree to tree. Moving as fast as sound as he sliced off the napes of giant beasts that dared come close to him.

You idolized him at first—looking up to him in astonishment and hopes that one day, you would also possess the same prowess as him. Perhaps being on par with him in speed and killing titans was your goal. And so you set out to accomplish that ambition of yours; training every day until you pass out from exhaustion, harnessing your skills in hand-to-hand combat, and of course, improving your technique in using the 3d maneuver gear.

That surely got his interest, because months later Levi started to acknowledge you more. Whether it was a simple nod and greeting when both of you passed each other in the hallways. Visiting you in your room when he knew a friend of yours died during the expedition. And of course, Levi bringing you tea to your office in the wee hours of the morning whilst you are drowning in piles and piles of paperwork.

Before you knew it, you and he confessed to each other one night. You remembered it as clear as day. There were no clouds that moment, letting the moon shine brightly and provide light to the dimmest corners of the base. The stars were also out, glimmering in a rhythmic pattern that you grew to love.

I think I have feelings for you. . .romantic ones, you first confessed to him. Your hands bawled up in a tight fist, your eyes screwed shut, and heart hammering against your chest in anticipation of his answer. Much to your delight, he reciprocated your feelings.

That's good to hear, you swore there was a small smile. I feel the same way.

You relish in the memories of you and Levi inside his office. Every activity with him makes your heart swell and heat rush to your face. Being with Levi makes you forget the horrors of the world offers and instead replace it with comfort and blissful moments. Whether it was a simple trip downtown, spontaneous cuddle sessions when no one was around, and of course the pleasure-filled occasions with him behind the closed door of his office.

You treasured every moment inside your heart. And you would do whatever it takes to experience those once again.

What you were going to do was obviously a suicide mission—you should've just taken a horse just like what your comrade said. But you are one stubborn one.

Despite your body screaming in pain and agony, you won't die in vain. No, you'll stand up and fight back. Levi is expecting you to return back home intact and alive. You fired the hooks in a nearby tree, reeling yourself towards it before releasing it. There was a brief moment you're flying in the air. Everything was silent save for you hearing your own clamoring heartbeat against your rib cage. You've managed to escape in the nick of time, the titan's fists closing in the area where you once were. You could've died right then and there if it weren't for you acting quickly.

Your eyes clouded with rage, you fired the hooks once again, only this time to the nape of the beast. In one fell swoop, its nape detached itself from the rest of the body. A grunt escaped past your lips, an electric-like shot of pain coursed your veins. Air whistled past your ears as your velocity pushed you towards the side. Somehow in the process of killing the titan, its blood splattered on your face as well clothes.

With immediate effect, mind you, as small wisps of smoke emerged from your clothes. A sign that the blood is vaporizing. You kept your eyes low, staring at the gaping mouth of the now-deceased beast. Within a few minutes, its once strong skin would disintegrate. Turning into piles of bones that, if given more time, would also fall apart. Like a bubble bursting into nothingness once in contact with air.

You let out a small sigh of relief, letting your knees buckle and come in contact with the ground. It was a miracle that you could move despite your wounds.

Though, you celebrated all too early.

A shiver went down your spine as you heard the loud thumping behind. You whipped your head to the sound, eyes widening as a titan much bigger than the one you have killed was making its way towards you. Their mouth was stretched in an eerie smile, body covered with blood—with what you presumed was human's from another group of soldiers. Perhaps it heard the commotion and as such ventured towards the sound.

"Shit. . ." you cursed, finally realizing that you were out of gas and the blades are dull. The horses, as you observed earlier, were injured and some ran away. Even the one your comrade left for you was long gone, nowhere to be seen.

You imagined death so much it feels like a memory. Is this where it gets you? On your knees while the titan several feet ahead of you. You see it coming as clear as day, the surroundings a blur as you fixed attention on the beast. Do you run? Do you scream? Do you close your eyes and accept death? Though, you knew all too well that with your cracked ribs and injury, you wouldn't run as far.

You chose the latter.

Hands releasing the blades, you closed your eyes as you embraced the impending death.

When the titan wrapped its fingers around your finger, you kept your mouth shut. Not even a scream escaping past. Your breath hitched, breathing in the godawful stench as the beast opened its mouth. Perhaps salivating at the thought of gnawing at your flesh.

A choice with no regrets, that is what Levi said. True, you had a lot of regrets throughout your life, but you would never regret meeting him and enjoying every moment with him. Even if it was brief and shortcoming, you cherished it. Though, you truly did hope you would see his face once again. To relish under his touch. To hear his voice once more. Oh, how you wished you bid farewell before you take your final breath.

You cried in pain as its teeth slowly sunk into your flesh, your lower half of the body bit by bit being detached from the rest. Tears streamed down your cheeks. This was finally it. The moment wherein you would take your last breath and leave this hellish reality.

That is, until a strong gust of wind passed by.

"(____)!!" you knew the voice all too well. It was Levi's.

You opened your eyes, realizing now that the male had successfully killed the beast and is now carrying you in his arms. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising up and down vehemently. "You—" he started. Fear danced in his eyes, perhaps tears clouding his vision despite his attempts to keep it at bay. It was a rare sight to see Levi crying, usually, only a handful of people get to witness it. That said, you were always the one to comfort him in his darkest nights.

Levi carefully set you down, letting you lay down on the grass. "Don't you dare close your eyes, (____)!!" he pleaded. Hands clasping your shoulder blades.

"The others are coming this way—" he fought back a sob. "Just—just keep your eyes open long enough."

But you and he knew all too well that the deep gash in your abdomen as a result of the titan sinking its teeth is far too severe to be treated. The damage has already been done, it would be magic if the medic could heal you. Still, Levi clung to that hope that you would survive. That you would be back in the walls with him just in time for the wedding to happen after the expedition.

Levi was frantic. Unsure of what to do in seeing you in such a state he knew would be far-fetched to heal.

A minute.

He deduced that with your injury and blood continuously pouring out, you would still have a minute or two with him before you leave for good. Levi hated the thought of losing you. He blamed himself for letting you separate from him for this mission. So when he was informed that a titan wreaked havoc upon you and your squad, Levi did not think twice in changing directions in order to check up on you.

If only he was fast enough. If only he could turn back the time so Levi could save you in the nick of time before the titan drilled its teeth unto your flesh. But he knew all too well that what has happened has already been done. So for one last time, he'll make sure that the time spent with you would leave no regrets.

In contrast to him, love and mirth danced in your eyes, sparkling like a radiant summer sun glistening and being reflected on a puddle of water. Carefully and somewhat sluggish, you raised your hand to cup Levi's cheeks. Your thumb caressing his skin that you love oh so much.

"I'm glad I could see your face one last time. . ." you murmured under your breath, too weak to raise your voice.

Levi tightened his grip on your shoulders, this is it. The moment he'll lose another loved one yet again. "Save your energy. Don't you dare leave me," he spat.

"Levi. . ." you chuckled despite the pain. "You and I both know that I wouldn't make it in time. . ."

His broken expression made you wish this was all a dream.

"So. . ." you trailed off. "Just hold my hand, please?"

You blinked as black spots danced in her eyes. You were getting sleepy though ironically your body can't rest. The pain in your lower half was gone but when you tried moving, the pain emerged again. It somehow finds a way to wake you up. It was as if fate knew to keep you awake just to have one final moment with your beloved.

Levi closed his eyes, finally accepting reality and abiding by your request. With shaky hands, he clasped yours quite harshly. He was not ready to lose you.

"I'll see you in another time. . ." he slowly spoke. "We'll meet each other again and I'll find you."

One tear slid down your cheek, "Yeah. . . See you."

You woke up with a start, eyes flying open and you gasping for breath.

The room was dark, save for the small light given by the sun which was shielded by the floral curtain. A blue vase etched with gold ethnic marks and aster flowers in it sat at the windowsill. The first thing you registered was the feeling of cotton against your skin and the dark surroundings of your room. Slowly, you moved into a sitting position, your body feeling light as if you are floating in thin air.

That dream of yours had been reoccurring more often, plaguing your thoughts every night as you hit the haystack and welcome the sweet embrace of sleep—as if some outward forces want to tell you something.

You were in a trance—fog clouding your brain as you recalled. Distantly, your fingers ran over the soft cotton blanket, you can't help but feel like you were forgetting something.

Something important.

It was odd enough that giant naked men are desolating the lands; eating every human that comes across its way. But the thought of actually fighting it using a device far too technical for you to understand is what makes it absurd. That one particular scene keeps replaying over and over again when you sleep. You are confused—flabbergasted even. Though, it could only point to one answer.

It was a hand maiden's tale. A story passed down from generation to generation that the person constantly reappearing in your dreams was your soulmate. Though you wanted to believe that, it was a slim chance that it could actually be true. For starters, you were not a superstitious person—you believed in facts and data instead of made-up tales by who knows who. Still, something deep inside you was screaming that the male in your dreams was your destined beloved.

So as you strolled down the halls of the campus, you can’t help but let your thoughts drift off to the dream that incessantly appears at night. It was yet another day of you visiting the library to check if there are any new books added to the catalog. It may seem a nerd-ish move, but who could blame you? Thousands upon thousands of books right at your fingertips that you could easily access for free. Who wouldn’t want free books?

The soft beep of the monitor lets you know that your ID card has been scanned and as such recorded that you have, yet again, visited the library. As you stepped inside the room, there are a couple of students slumped over the tables. Their laptops opened, notes sprawled out, and multiple pens scattered around. Despite the obvious studious set-up, half of them are on their phone or sleeping. Talk about slacking off.

Shaking your head, you opted to walk straight into the fiction section where you spend most of your time scouring each shelf in search of a new adventure. Though, you halted momentarily as an unfamiliar figure came into view. They were searching for something—at least that is what you presumed given their furrowed eyebrows and the occasional curse underneath their breath.

It is such a rare sight to see someone other than you in the fiction aisle. Mainly since most students would be in other sections searching for biographies, dissertations, and old literature stuff that would aid them in their studies. At first, you thought it was Arlert, the freshman you met a couple of months back when both of you happen to stumble upon each other. The male happens to be searching for a specific sci-fi book. Luckily, you had practically memorized each shelf in the fiction section. As such, you helped him find the novel he desires. Before you knew it, you and he had become close friends that would occasionally talk to each other about books both of you enjoy.

But that isn’t the case this time. Armin’s iconic blond hair wasn’t in sight. Instead, onyx black in an undercut hairstyle is what greeted you. Wait a minute—he exactly looks like the male in your dreams.

You stepped closer, quiet as to not disturb or startle him. When you got close to the figure, you concluded that, indeed, he is the male in your dreams; quite literally and figuratively.

True, he is the exact spitting image of the male you’ve been seeing every night when you’re fast asleep. But also he is exactly your type; sharp jawline that could probably cut your finger, steel gray eyes that look oh so mysterious, and saints, the way you could see small veins on his pale hand drives you crazy.

“Uhmm. . .do you need help?” you voiced out without thinking twice. You had to slap yourself internally when the male turned around to glare at you.

He rose a brow, eyes trailing from head to toe as if questioning you what are you doing.

“Ah—uhm. I didn’t mean to startle you but I am quite familiar with this section so maybe I could help you with what you are looking for.”

The male narrowed his eyes at you, lips pressed into a thin line. Both of you shared silence, the distant hum of the air conditioner was the only thing you could hear. “What happened to Lori,” he abruptly spoke which perplexed you.

“What. . ?”

“I am looking for the second book of ‘What happened to Lori’. Do you know where that is?”

Your mouth fell open in realization as to what he was pertaining to. It was the exact book that you bought a week ago after finding out that the library doesn’t have the second book to the duology. It was a hefty price, but all was worth it since the story is all too intriguing to be left behind in book one. You needed answers and a continuation, and as such bought the second book online.

“The second book isn’t actually available. . .” you explained. The male cursed under his breath, something about the library being a useless piece of shit that was stupid enough to not buy the second book considering it was a duology.

The very book he is looking for is inside your bag. Frankly, you only finished it halfway so you were not too sure if you want to let him borrow it. But, with one look at the male, you can’t help but be amazed at how he is the carbon copy of the person that keeps appearing in your dreams.

You weren’t a superstitious person, but could this male be your soulmate?

He was about to leave you, that is until you called out to him. “But I have the second book with me,” you stammered. If it means that you would get to see him again and perhaps know some answers, then you are more than willing to lend him your book. “You could borrow it if you want. . .?”

The male looked at you from the corner of his eye, observing the way you fidget in your place and how you refused to look at him directly in the eye by continuously letting your gaze shift from book to book on the shelves.

“If that’s fine with you, then sure.”

With shaky hands, you frantically fished inside your bag in an attempt to look for the book. He was silent as you pulled out the said item and handed it over to him. The male, with astonishment dancing in his eyes, took the book from your hands and examined its cover and pages.

“Have. . .have I seen you somewhere before?” you dared ask, eager to confirm if you were plain hallucinating or perhaps the soulmate-thing is indeed true. That, suppose, you also appear in his dreams every night. It was far-fetched, but you were ambitious to find out answers.

The male let out one drained sigh, irritation washed over his features. “Look, if you are trying to hit on me then I’m not interested.”

Wait, what? You weren’t—

“I-I’m not!” you stammered, hands flailing around. “I just thought you look familiar.”

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut short when the deafening clap of the thunder followed by a flash of light interrupted him. Both of you looked out the window to see the sky as black as tar, clouded by dark gray nimbus clouds as small drops of rain fell to the ground. Then it gradually got heavy all too soon.

The color drained from your face as you realized that you forgot to bring an umbrella today. Not only that but you were totally unprepared for the sudden change in weather given that you were wearing a thin shirt.

You bit your lip, brows curling up at the thought of shivering as you wait for the rain to dissipate. If anything, you totally despise the cold and how it makes your nose all runny and hair stand. Internally scolding yourself, you made a mental note to always check the weather update before going out of your dorm.

“Tch. . .” the male clicked his tongue. “Here.”

You were surprised to feel the soft fabric of his jacket draped over your shoulders, giving you warmth. Did he just—did he just gave you his jacket?

“You’re shivering like a fucking wet dog,” he explained. “So wear that. . .”

A flush crept up your face as the musky scent of his cologne with a hint of artificial fragrance from what you presumed is the smell of cleaning products wafted through your nose. You’ve got to say, this jacket of his truly is comfortable. With it being lined with cotton on the inside, the thick wool serving as a second layer for warmth, and the exquisite color combination of forest green and gold of the clothing. Slowly, you slipped your arms inside the sleeves and tucking your hands deep inside its pockets. Oddly enough, it fits you just well given—not too big nor small.

The male turned on his heel, about to take his leave, again, without bidding you farewell. But you grabbed onto his sleeve just in time before he could leave the vicinity.

“When—uhh—when can I return this?”

He looked at you with a confused expression, as if asking if you are dumb or whatnot. “Isn’t that obvious?”

“What I mean is, oh gods, I don’t have any ways to contact you whatsoev—“

“So you want my number?”

Someone please kill me right now, you whimpered.

“What? No, I was ju—“

“Yeah, yeah I get it. Hurry up and give me your phone,” the male pulled out his phone, expecting you to do the same.

The audacity of this guy. He has to be a lady’s man or whatever to be this haughty.

With a shaky breath, you and him both exchange numbers. Mind in a frenzy at the thought of seeing him again and perhaps that wouldn’t be the last time.

“Uhmm. . .So I guess I’ll return the jacket to you once you’ve finished the book. . .?”

Ah, there is that feeling again that keeps pestering you—a thought on the back of your mind.

"Yeah, I'll give the book back to you eventually," he spoke. "I'll see you in another time. . ."

"Yeah. . .” you breathed, calming yourself to prevent blood rushing to your cheeks. “See you.”

A hunch that you have already met him in the past; a fragment in time.

part 2 (?)

#aot #snk #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #reader insert

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