#or should i say jaan?

[deadduvznap]

i have something extremely inappropriate to say

god i wanna fuck them so bad imagine hearts in their eyes <333 imagine them kissing 😳 boys kissing ????? thats crazy playing w solons hair while railing him sobbing

[ashsimpsalot]

Mera naam... (Monkey man Kid X Reader)

A/n: uhhhh idk if I like it as much as coconut & honey but enjoy!

'you should never lie'

his mother once told him with angry eyes that he hated to see so much. When Kid was just 8 years old, he had lied to his poor mother about going to play near the river just in front of their humble home, instead, going off far away into the market because he wanted to buy the bangle she's been eyeing for a while.

He's been a proper good boy, he swore, he helped Mr Deepesh, their next door neighbour, by cleaning up his chicken coop for money. He didn't mean to worry her.

'You shouldn't lie to the people you love, even when you think it's for a good reason, a lie is a lie,' she had worriedly say while hugging her boy to her chest.

He didn't think those words would haunt him 20 years later. Kid didn't even mean to lie to you, he didn't even mean to fall for you, but he had, and his lies only bury him into a deeper hole.

"Bobby? You're ready to go?" your sweet voice snapped him out of his thoughts, the beer he's been nursing while you pack up the kitchen still in his hand.

"yeah," he nods, giving you a small smile. You wrapped your hands around his arm so easily as if you've been doing it for years, in reality it's only been 4 months.

4 months of lies

4 months of love

His mind wandered back to how he got here, with your hands wrapped around his arm, heading for your motorcycle. Was it that night? When he first entered his shift, he noticed you eyeing him. He didn't think much of it, you were a chef after all. You could've just been curious about the new staff.

Was it when he keeps staring at you too? Unintentionally?

But it's definitely when you start smiling at him. He's never had any other thought than revenge then this.. You... You happened.

"hey handsome, where's your mind travelling to?" you asked so sweetly he didn't even mind. Kid didn't know much about himself but he knew he hated when anyone else interrupt his thought process, not you though, never you.

Kid smiled and shook his head. "nowhere, right here," he covered it up with a quick peck on your lips and took your helmet from you, placing it onto your head and pinning it on for you, then with a stupid smile on his face he lifted the visor to boop your nose. You chuckled.

Fuck, is this love? This overwhelming feeling over the slightest thing you do?

He put on his own helmet and got on the bike, waiting till you get on too. His waist never felt so empty until you wrapped your arms around them.

4 months ago he didn't even have his own room, now he's heading to "our store" getting off the bike and ordering "the usual" and going straight to "our spot"

He doesn't even know who he is anymore.

Your kiss on his lips brought him back to reality.

"congrats, baby, on making it to VIP floor." you said with a smile on your lips.

If only you knew why he wanted to be on VIP floor so bad.

"thank you, jaan," he whispered softly, arms around your waist, swaying left to right lightly as if dancing to a song. He leaned down and kissed you again. "what's this? What's wrong?" damn you, you always somehow knew, your finger tracing his eyebrows as if to pull the frown out of his face.

He didn't know what to say. Tell you what? He's not at all who you think he is? He's plotting to kill a man? Burn the hotel? Kill one of the most influential fucking man in India?

"hey, you can tell me, Bobby, I'm here," you called that name so lovingly he had to physically fight from flinching.

In a perfect world where he isn't such a coward he'll open his mouth and tell you the truth but the truth is he's just that, a coward.

"i swear it's nothing, jaanu, just... Tired," he smiled and hugged you burying his nose in your neck, scared that he'll forget what you smell like once you find out who he is.

Your fingers snaked into his curls, playing with them like always, like it's yours, like he's yours.

"I've got you, always," you whispered into his ear, planting a soft kiss after.

He hope you meant that

Because after almost 2 months of disappearing, hiding from the police in the temple with the hijras, he's back, at your house, knocking.

You opened the door, you looked great but your eyes looks almost dead, somber.

"jaanu," that's all he could whisper, seeing you again is...

You tried to close the door but his reflexes made him able to hold the door open.

"please, please just let me explain myself"

You looked at him and scoff. "explain what? I don't even know who you are, what could you possibly say to me? What was your plan? Kill Rana and pin it on me or something? Is that it?" your voice gets shakier and shakier by each sentence, your grip on the door loosen. Kid quickly shook his head.

"no, no, never, jaanu," he had wrapped his arms around your crying figure, his body is half through the door, cupping your cheek and tenderly caressed your tears away.

"I trusted you! I loved you!" you cried out and all he could do was hold onto you while you smack your fists on his chest again and again.

"I know, i know," he whispered, he lead you inside as you limped against him.

On the couch he held you, tighter than usual, he lets you cry onto his chest, not caring about the condition of his shirt.

"you didn't call, you didn't explain, you just vanished, I thought you fucking died!" you cried out.

"I know jaan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" thats all he can offer. He kept whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your ear until you end up falling asleep on his chest. He laid you down on the couch, planted a soft kiss on your forehead and went to the kitchen. Skillfully manoeuvring through your kitchen, making a meal as he's been there countless of time. He didn't keep track of time, only glancing at the clock when he hears a croak of your voice calling his 'name'.

"I'm here jaan," Kid said walking towards the couch to see your eyes teared again.

"I thought you left again," you said with a whine in your voice, he sat next to you, arm pulling your towards him to kiss your head. "I'm here," he repeated.

"I went to make you some food, it's pretty early I don't think you've eaten," he explained, you simply nodded.

"I... I want you to explain to me who you are and what's happening." you said voice beyond tired.

"my name isn't Bobby,"

"yeah no shit," you scoffed, he only nodded, he's glad really, you're letting him hold you, touch you that's a good sign, right?

" my name... Is Kid. I worked at Queenie's hotel because I'm... Plotting revenge on Rana and Baba shakti. For killing my mother." his voice grew quieter and quieter. The obvious pain in his voice when he mentioned his mother.

"my hands," you looked at those hands, his scarred hands he meant, the ones you would plant kisses on after a night of passion, the ones you loved so much. "they got hurt when I tried to put out the fire my mother was set on... By Rana Singh," he said, face grew harder, voice turned colder.

You stared into his eyes. "Kid," you tried calling his name. He looked at you, all attention on you as if nothing else matters.

"I swear I didn't mean to rope you into this. I didn't mean to hurt you, I couldn't... I couldn't stay away from you, I tried. You consume me, my thoughts, I've never thought of anything else but revenge all my life and you walked into it and make me feel alive again. As if I could have any other life than just death after revenge. I never wanted to live but when I hold you I feel this fear of death that I've never felt before. Understand that all was real, my feelings for you was real, is real," he begged, his hands on your cheeks again.

"but you tried to kill him anyway, why?"

He shook his head. "when I saw him. When I saw that bastard I lost it. Why does he get to live his life while my mother is ashes somewhere on the forest floor?" he grunted, face angered.

You do what you always does, your finger start tracing his eyebrows, his face visibly soften. Like he could breathe again. He took your other hand and kissed it, leaning into your touch. He had been craving you, and you knew. "you're going after him again aren't you?"

"yeah" was all he could breathe out.

You sighed but you understood. The rage he has, it's all he knows.

"will you come back?"

His face lighten. "you want me to?" he asks, hopeful.

"always, always come back to me."

"but I'll be a fugitive by then," he said worried, he's not sure worried that you'll change your mind or that you'll be a fugitive too if you chose to follow him.

You shook your head. "I don't care, come back, we'll run together, I rather not live without you by my side. But Kid.."

"hm?" he asked, looking at you intently with your hands on his. "don't lie to me ever again. Ever." you warned.

He nodded his head and pulled you into him. "never, jaanu." he kissed you deeply, deeper than he ever did that day, lead your body the way he missed. He devoured you full that day, passion spilling into physical touches. He need you to understand his love. He needs you to scream his name. His real name.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Pavitr x reader

Reader having her period PLEASE 😚

My Little Heat Pack

Summary: It's that time of the month for you. Cue mood swings, cramps... and misunderstandings. Tags: Misunderstandings, Mood Swings, period, Pre Menstrual syndrome (PMS), menstrual cramps, Pav being a sweetiepie A/N: Sanam means smth like sweetheart or lover idk: Meri jaan = my life (pet name)

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"I hate it, i hate it, I hate everything!", you snap. 

It's been like that for a week now; you've been all snappy and angry and sobbing at something someone said for no reason. It was petty and you hated it but you couldn't control your emotions. It was a fucking mess.

And then, there's your stomach, cramping at the most inopportune times. It was that fucking time of the month. It didn't help you had PMS either, which made it all the more worse.

Pain flares in your lower abdomen, joining the one in your knees. You curl on the bed hugging the pillow with a heat pack on your tummy, hoping the pain goes away. The bloating and the blood flow throw your mental peace into a blender, skin feeling annoyingly hotter. The bra hurts your sore breasts and to add insult to injury, pimples had shown up! 

With your lower back killing you, you just want to roll over and sleep, feeling exhausted. Moaning in pain, you reach for your phone and put on some music. At least that will make you feel better. 

________

Pavitr sat on his bed pouting like a sad puppy.

Since last week you've been behaving weird and even though he only began to date you a month ago, he feels he should at least know if you were mad at him. 

Were you mad at him? He had no clue what he'd done to make you upset, worried that he somehow fucked this up. 

It began last Monday when he threw his arms around you in greeting.

"Sanam!", he'd yelled in your ear, trying to lift you up for a spin. 

You squirmed in his arms and removed yourself with a polite smile, leaving him with a lame excuse to walk with Gayatri.

Since then you two have been sticking together. You usually do, but now it seems like you don't want him around, finding excuses to run away from him and it made him sad. 

He decided to give you space, thinking you were in a bad mood. (And, in a bad mood you were). Either way, he was sure you'd feel better by the end of day. 

His hope wilted when Pavitr found you looking increasingly irritated as the day progressed, as if you were annoyed with anything and everything. You were cursing more than ever! You had been lying down the whole day, occasionally clutching your stomach and when he asked, you replied you were fine, which made him more worried. 

Alarms went off in his head and he grew all the more concerned when you won't hang out with him. 

Why were you avoiding him? What did he do wrong?

He thought back to the last week and what he did that might've upset you, in vain. He got up, pacing in his room as a hundred scenarios ran in his head -nothing helpful. It was frustrating.

Lost, he went to find Maya aunty for advice.

_______

Music had started off good enough but right now you were in "I hate being a girl" mood, and the song currently playing wasn't much help. Rain splattering against your window managed to calm you down a little, though; you've always loved the rain. 

"Knock knock." 

You startle as you see Pavitr sitting on your window pane, surprisingly not wet. "Pav?", you sniff, eyes watery, "how did you-" 

"Magic", he says, stepping into your room. He tenses seeing your tears tracks. "Sanam, are you crying?" 

"Arcade", you explain, "That song is so sad.."

Pavitr smiles in relief and hands you a tissue, kissing your forehead after. You watch him, curious as he takes off his hoodie and reveals a grocery bag from inside it. 

"I come bearing gifts!"

Gifts? Vaguely, you recall snapping at him earlier and an apology is on the tip of your tongue when the cramps come again. Fuck fuck fuck! 

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here", he says in a soft tone, running his hand over your tummy. His touch is like magic and you instantly feel better. 

"Wow.. my cramps stopped!" 

Pavitr blushes hard at that, words abandoning him as he tries to speak. Giving up, he reaches into the bag instead.

"Chocolate? I read it makes you feel better during these times." 

Just like that, your mood soars as you eye the sweets. All types -milk, coconut, strawberry, dark chocolate, a couple of snickers' and mars bars. Beneath it you find a tub of ice cream, assorted sweets and then some.

Pavitr just chuckles as you greedily munch on the candy and refuse to share. 

"How did you know what to bring?", you ask when you've had your fill. 

He rubs his neck shyly, "I thought I did something to upset you and that's why you won't talk to me. So I asked Maya aunty and she said about.. this... I did some googling to find out what would help." 

Your heart practically melts, eyes tearing up in joy. "Aww, you're such a sweetiepie, Pav. I'm sorry to make you think that way. I didn't realize it." 

"No need to apologize, meri jaan. I just want to help you. Speaking of..", he trailed, looking hesitant, "may I cuddle you? I heard it helps ease the pain."

You grin nodding and lie down in a spooning position, welcoming him. Pavitr is more than happy to oblige and wraps his arm from behind, rubbing your tummy in soothing circles. The pain in your abdomen and private parts rapidly becomes more bearable with his presence. 

"Stay like this?", you plead and he grins his approval. You snuggle closer, sighing as your body finally relaxes. He really is what you need!

"Mmm.. you're my little heat pack." 

Pavitr smiles seeing you slowly nod off in his arm, not ceasing his rubs when you shuffle in your sleep. He places a soft kiss on your cheek and tucks a loose strand behind your ear, amused when your lips twitch up slightly. 

Pavitr smiles as his extra sensitive hearing catches you mumble his name in your sleep, cooing over you. 

"You're little heat pack." 

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Hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs & comments appreciated <3

[adalineozie]

How did I not realize this sooner

So people have been saying how Gayatri should be nicknamed Meri Jaan mainly because it sounds like Mary Jane but then it hit me

Gayatri Singh -> Meri Jaan = Mary Jane -> MJ

GS =/= MJ

Gayatri Singh = Gwen Stacy

+ Both are daughters of police officers

She isn't Pavitr's Mary Jane, she's his Gwen Stacy 😭.

This movie is also very much about Gwen Stacy, is the movie also hinting to being about changing the fate of Gwen Stacy's in the multiverse??

[satureja13]

New Year's Eve already!

Jack calls the others for dinner.

Saiwa: "I wonder if we can stay sit and eat again - like on Winterfest?" But the others all damped his excitement. They are sure that was a one-time winterfest wonder.

And just a few seconds later... Vlad: "Aargh! I really tried but I need to stand up!" Jack: "Gods - I feel it too! Try to resist - there must be a way! I'll make a quick search!"

But it was futile... Saiwa: "At least we tried. And four of us are still sitting at least. Let's eat." (Editor's Note: This is really beyond me. On Winterfest we even had deco, place mats and mugs on the table and they all ate while staying sit! I didn't even decorate the table this time. And why do the others sit and eat and Vlad and Jack got up?)

Then they gathered in front of the TV. Because no way they are going to watch a three hour movie while sitting -.- (And here they all stood up - except Vlad ... )

Like last year, they are watching the Bollywood Classic 'Happy New Year' together.

A few minutes to midnight, they turned off the lights and gathered for the fireworks. Jack: "Can I light the first one?" Saiwa: " 'Course you can. After the sparklers." Kiyoshi: "Are you sure it's save to light fireworks in the indoors?"

Little Goat: 'Get ready for the show!'

Malfoy took Kumo away from the others. He's not as adventurous as the Little Goats. Malfoy: 'You should be save here.' Kumo: 'Thanks, Mal.'

Jack: "See, it's perfectly save." Kiyoshi: "I don't know..."

Jeb: "How beautiful!"

Well, Kioyshi was right. As soon as they lit the fireworks, they started to burn...

Jack: "Oh come on!" (Ji Ho thinks Kiyoshi is so brave and cool ^^')

Jack: "It's New Year's Eve - the tradition demands we have to make noise to chase the evil spirits away!" Saiwa: "I have to agree with Jack. We need every good luck we can possibly get. Let's try the battery." Kiyoshi: "Guys..."

Nice try - now they're all burned...

Saiwa: "Ach, dammit! How are we supposed to find the tin can and the meteorites when we can't even have a proper firework?"

Skully had the idea of saving. He turned his record player on and played loudly the theme song from the movie they'd watched. Skully: "That should do!"

'Yoon toh seedhe bade. Kabhi chahe toh haathon se lete lakeerein chura O humko parwah nahi. Joh bhi kehta hai kehne de jag yeh bhala ya bura Jaisi bhi marzi ho hamari.Karte hai aisi hoshyari Par dil se yaar joh le pukaar toh jaan nisaar kar daale'

'Usually we're very simple But if we want we can steal the lines from one's palms We don't care what the world says about us, good or bad Whatever we desire we attain that by using our smartness But if someone calls from their heart then we'll sacrifice our life for them'

India Waale - Happy New Year OST

That was enough excitement for one day. The Boys decided to share their New Years hugs and kisses and then head to their quarters and take a shower...

Jack: "Happy New Year, mate." Kiyoshi: "Tch."

Jack: "A New Year's kiss for your mate?" Kiyoshi: "Tch."

Jack: "Hey, just for good luck, hm?" Kiyoshi: "Tch." Sai and Jeb are already sharing the second kiss - just for good measure :3

Jack: "Hey, where are you going?"

Jack: "Oh..."

Little Goat: 'What a show!'

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📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

[fartingkitty07]

YESSSSSS GOING INSANE GOING FERAL

IWAIZUMI AS HALF-INDIAN HEADCANNONS

- Iwaizumi’s mother is from Delhi, India. She grew up in the capital city and had a shop of hand woven clothing with her family when she was young. 

 - His father was a tourist visiting India and that’s how he met Iwaizumi’s mother. 

-When Iwaizumi was little,  his classmates would make fun of him for not being fully Japanese. They would tease his darker skin color, his faint Indian accent when speaking Japanese, the Indian food his mom would put in his bento. Oikawa defended him, and that’s how they became friends. 

-  Oikawa would take a piece of paratha from Iwaizumi’s bento every now and then. His mother cooks really well and Oikawa enjoys eating her food. -Iwaizumi gets Oikawa to try his maternal grandmother’s naan bread that he cooked (because Oikawa eats way too much milk bread; he should broaden his tastes). 

-Alongside Godzilla, baby Iwaizumi loved Krrish (it’s an Indian superhero movie I used to love, don’t judge me) He would always watch the movies. He looked up to him and wanted to be strong like him. He dressed up as Krrish one Halloween night and Oikawa thought his costume looked cool. 

- Iwaizumi got Oikawa into Bollywood movies when they were younger. Even when they’re older, Oikawa still likes watching Bollywood movies (w/ subs) with him. He likes the cheesy repetitive romance movies, while Iwaizumi prefers the action movies.

 - Oikawa considers three people to be more beautiful than himself; his mother, his sister, and Iwaizumi’s mother. 

- Iwaizumi’s mother always wears the prettiest sarees and suits . Her thick, black hair reaches her waist and she keeps it in a long pony. Her dark skin is shiny because she does a maalish (oil massage) on her body before taking a bath. She did this technique with Iwaizumi when he was a baby, and his skin shines too. 

- Iwaizumi’s hair is thicker and softer than Oikawa’s because he puts oil in his hair before washing it. This technique is common among Indian people for thicker hair.

- Whenever the Seijoh volleyball team goes on long trips for away games, Iwaizumi wears super comfortable kurta pajamas because they’re more comfortable than the track suit. 

- Along with Japanese, Iwaizumi is fluent in Hindi and English, which are the languages spoken in Delhi. - Iwaizumi always goes to festivals with Oikawa, but he also ALWAYS makes time for his mother. They’ll have small Holi and Diwali celebrations in their backyard with Oikawa’s family invited. Iwaizumi is glad to see his mother smiling since she’s always homesick. 

- Iwaizumi and his father plan for her family to come visit Japan from Delhi since she misses them a lot. It eventually happens. His mother starts crying at the surprise but she is so happy and she showers her son and husband with kisses. 

- His mother’s side of the family is incredibly large. Lots of uncles, aunties, and cousins of all ages. The baby cousins try to befriend Oikawa’s nephew, Takeru, but they don’t understand Japanese and he doesn’t understand Hindi. Good thing Iwaizumi is their translator and they end up playing a great game of cricket together. 

- Iwaizumi calls Oikawa his ‘jaan’ (meaning: Life. A Hindi word which is a term of endearment you call someone who completes you) because they are platonic soulmates. Oikawa doesn’t understand the word one bit but he just tells Iwa-chan he loves him, too. 

- Iwaizumi has probably hit Oikawa with the ‘chappal’ (slipper worn at home) at least once.

 - Iwaizumi and Oikawa eventually go on a trip to America. Some asshole tells Iwaizumi “You’re not Asian, you’re Indian”. Iwaizumi punches them in the face. (as he should)

[cassiachales]

Love You To The ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 (And To *ੈ✩‧₊˚𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷)

so i saw this post by @never-enough-novels, and aneesha was looking over my shoulder like "cass, you should totally write for that) so obviously, i did. aneesha, ye aapke lie hai (don't judge i used google translate) also, i know i have fics left. but no one said i can't write a oneshot for my best friend <33

Grayson Hawthorne x Desi!reader (but can also be read as just a reader)

"Do you really have to go?" Grayson asks you, his hands around your waist. You blow a stray lock of your hair off your face, looking at his silver-gray eyes in the mirror.

"I don't really have a choice, jaan."

He scoffs. "They advanced your meeting, love. You don't have to bow to them, or be a people pleaser."

He shifts, and while he keeps one arm on your waist, his body is next to yours instead of behind.

Your kohl-lined eyes widen as your look at him in the eyes. His hair is still ruffled from last night and you can see his (previously neatly pressed) shirt now all ruffled.

Then you raise your hand, filled with bracelets and promise rings, and lay it on his cheek.

He leans into your touch as though it is the only thing grounding him.

He has ways of making you feel special.

"As much as I would like to deny being a people pleaser, I was raised like that. To be the least comfortable person in the room. Best to make everyone happy before I'm happy, right? And Gray," you laugh, a small laugh that lasted all of two seconds, "that's my company. I can't show up late for my own meeting, can I?"

"No one will say anything if you're late for your own meeting, jaan."

Your breath catches.

It's not like it's the first time he's ever used that endearment with you. He's used countless others, too.

But every single time he calls you jaan, you melt. Oh, he loves you, and you love him.

"Only because you'd pull some strings, Gray."

"How good of a fiancé would I be if I didn't want to spend time with my future bride?"

Your lips near his ears, and you whisper, "we spent enough time together last night. Enough that my ancestors are rolling in their graves at the amount of" you gasp, a small, theatrical gasp "time we spent."

Then you pull away, and pretend to ignore his blushing face.

That man was stuck in the regency.

You adjust your scarf, and make sure your earrings are straight before you walk to the dressing table and collect your bag.

Another gift.

He walks to you, and his arms are around your waist again.

You'd noticed that physical touch was his love language. And you liked touch.

"At least give me a kiss before you leave." He says.

Years ago, this wasn't the Grayson Hawthorne you'd met. That man was cold and closed off and never seemed to care.

Then he met you, and you met him. What started as a fake arrangement led to something oh so real that you couldn't even fathom not meeting him in his office to repay that loan your father had taken from his grandfather.

His lips are now near yours, and right before they touch, he stops.

Another thing he always did was ask before he kissed you. Even after years, he asked.

He always asked.

"May I?" He whispered.

"Always." You whisper back, and your lips meet in the middle in a perfect fit.

Like you were always meant to be together.

Like the two of you were two parts of one heart. The two of you'd met with your hearts broken, but they'd broken in perfect pieces.

The broken, shattered piece of his heart fit flawlessly with your torn and splintered one.

The two of you pulled away, and a bit of your lipstick was on his lips, and smudged on yours.

"I love you, you know that, right?" He whispers when your foreheads touch. This moment was tailored just for the two of you.

"Yes. And I love you more."

"Impossible."

"I love you to the moon and back."

You can practically hear his lips quirk up. "I love you to the moon and to Saturn."

"Do you, now?"

"You dare to question the amount of love I have for you?"

You laugh, and you see how his face lights up. "Oh, I don't dare to question you. You're almost always right."

"Almost?"

"Fine, fine, jaan. You're always right."

[whalesongsblog]

A Diamond the Size of an Egg

I was writing hardcore angst but the spirit of Valentine’s Day snatched the reins and I churned this out instead. Short little fic of pure Omira proposal fluff!

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Despite the warmth of the sun against his skin, and the promise of the afternoon stretching before them, Ominis felt uneasy. And when he felt uneasy, his body reached instinctively for hers. Like a cosmic truth that could not be denied, some urge that had burrowed itself long ago into his bloodstream made his arm reach out.

The princess was lying on the grass beside him, her arms tucked beneath her head. A soft smile graced her features, and without cracking open her eyes, she shifted and reached back. Pinkie fingers interlocked, anchoring them to each other as the blazing blue sky stretched endlessly above them.

“I can hear you thinking from here.” Miradevi’s voice was drowsy, the buttery warmth of the sun dousing her in a honey-thick fog of laziness. “What is your beautiful mind occupied with, meri jaan?”

My life.

My soul.

Ominis fell to pieces every time the endearment slipped from her lips. Shifting closer, previous hesitations thrown to the side at her words, he wasted no time in pulling her closer, eliciting a little yelp. Ominis propped himself on his side, resting his chin on his arm, the other one wrapped around Miradevi. 
“Nothing in particular. Why?”

“Liar. There’s so much tension in your body-“ she poked his shoulder slightly, and he heard the grin in her voice.

“Is there?” He leaned into her touch. “Perhaps you should help me relieve it, princess.”

A delighted laugh bubbled out of her as she sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. “How very bold of you, Mr. Gaunt.”

“Have you known me to be anything else, Mrs. Gaunt?”

He hadn’t meant to say it. The title had slipped, fumbled, and he’d dropped it, heavy and meaningful against the rolling wildflower hills. His breath caught, a hot flush of mortification creeping across his face. He intented to spend his life with her, of course he did. They were neaarly done with university and he could not think of a world in which he existed without her.

And yet.

To lay it all out on the table like this-

But conviction was woven into every bone of his body, each vertebrae of his spine armored with it. It had carried him through the worst years of his life, and he’d not back down from it now.

“It would be the other way around, you know.”

Her voice- as it always did- yanked him out of the tumult of his thoughts. “Wh-what?” He sat up as well, head canted towards her.

“I mean I wouldn’t take your name.” She said it like she was discussing the balmy weather, and not something that was making his heart rate rocket up to borderline dangerous levels. “I, er- rank higher than you, and you’d be marrying into royalty, so you’d take mine.” Mira nudged him, a smile in her voice as it took on a loftier tone. “His royal highness, prince consort Ominis Surya Lakshmi. I think it has a ring to it.”

“I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Today just seemed to be the day he spoke every thought in his head, it seemed. “I’d- I would, the moment I know that you’d say yes. I would ask.”

Mira was silent for a long moment.

He’d gone and put his foot in it, he’d said too much, and now his girlfriend thought he’d come on far too strong-

“I always expected that I’d be proposed to in Paris, or Milan-“ there was a playfully wistful note in her voice, but she couldn’t cover up the waver of emotion in it either.

Ominis practically scrambled further upright. A warm breeze swept up, the scent of sweet wildflowers and her jasmine perfume carried in the wind. 


“Miradevi. My love, I’m not joking. I- I am completely serious in my commitment to you-“

“As am I. I’m not sure why you sound surprised, darling.”

“So if I were to… ask, right now-“

“I’d say that if you don’t have a ring with a diamond the size of an egg on it, don’t bother.”

Ominis grinned. A joy powerful enough to weaken the feeling in his legs swept through him as he pinpointed her position from her laugh before moving forwards. “Terror.” His admonishment was accommpanied by a giggle from Mira as he scooped her into his arms. “My beautiful, spoilt little creature. The size of an egg, Rara? Is that not rather garish?”

“Oh, not at all- hey!” Mira’s stomach swooped as he lifted her higher, spinning her around. Bracing her palms against his shoulders, the princess giggled breathlessly. “Ominis!”

A chuckle escaped him, which grew into a full blown laugh. The sound was still somewhat foreign to his own ears, but every bubble of joy was another step away from what he’d known all his life. He’d always thought that fighting back meant pain. That resistance was only carved out through gaping wounds and incessant agony- but this was resistance too. Every moment of levity, every kiss shared with the woman he loved, every laugh shared with his friends.

Joy, he had found, was one of the most powerful acts of rebellion he could display.

“I’m not going to stop spinning you till you agree to marry me.” His voice was breathless, but his footing was steady against the steep slopes of the Scottish highlands. His hands were splayed firmly on her slim hips, the soft cotton of her flowing skirt bunching beneath his fingers. “Go on-“

“This is blackmail!” She was laughing hysterically now, thoroughly amused. “Ominis, please-!”

“Say yes. Say it, and I’ll- oh, Merlin.” Ominis staggered to a stop, and Mira collapsed against his chest, huffing softly.

“Did someone get a little dizzy?” She cooed, teasing. “Poor thing. I was just about to say yes, too.”

His head snapped up, just as he registered the rapid footsteps of Mira darting away from him. 
“Wait, you were- Mira- Miradevi, do not run from me right now!”

“That’s ‘your highness’ to you!” Mira called over her shoulder. “The audacity-“ her words were cut off by a yelp as she noticed how quickly Ominis was gaining on her, his strides longer.

For a moment- she faltered.

The sun caught his blonde hair, set his eyes alight. The shadowy circles beneath his eyes had melted away and there were laugh lines creasing his features. He’d gotten taller- or perhaps he’d just started standing straighter.

Mira stopped dead in her tracks.

“Got you.” Ominis caught up to her and bent down, bracing his hands against his knees. “Merlin and Morgana, that’s a steep hill. It doesn’t help that you run like a damn deer-“

“Yes.” She interrupted.

Her voice sounded distant to her own ears, but she’d never meant it more. “Yes, if you’re truly asking. Of course. It’s been you, Ominis. Since the moment we met, it’s been you.”

He was silent.

“Darling, I-“ his voice caught. “Miradevi, I didn’t mean- you can take as much time as you want, we can wait longer-“

“Nothing is going to make me stop loving you. Nothing on this earth could convince me that you’re not it for me, pyaare.” Perhaps it was the heat of the afternoon sun hanging at its zenith in the sky that suddenly made her body feel weak, or perhaps it was the expression on his face.

Like he wanted to devour her and worship her all in one.

Without a word, Ominis reached out and took Mira’s hand. A slight tremble shook them, but she braced it by placing her other hand over his, her bangles jingling. Silently, Ominis guided her further up the rolling hills, towards the cresting peak. It offered a sprawling view of the university, of the glassy lake and river cutting a meandering path through the valleys. Pale clouds brushed the watercolor-blue sky, the hills and mountains around them doused a burnt ochre.

“It’s beautiful up here.” Mira said softly. “I wish you could-“

“I can.” Ominis’ voice was soft.


“Hm? And how’s that?”


“Every moment I’m in your presence, Mira. Every laugh I draw from you, each smile- this is what it feels like. The awe, the wonder at how something could hold so much beauty.” Slowly, heart slamming against his chest, Ominis lowered himself on one knee. “I don’t have a ring with a massive diamond on it-“

His girlfriend’s laugh was certainly a little watery. The moment was suddenly overwhelming, too much in how badly she wanted this. Wanted every last moment of her life to be at his side.

“- yet. But I swear, whatever makes you happy, it will be yours. I felt the warmth of the sun the day I first met you, my starlight. I felt the first taste of what happiness could truly be.” His voice caught, a burn of tears in his eyes. “Will you-“

“Yes.”

“Merlin’s sake-“ he laughed as well, and it was just as shaky as hers. “Let me finish. Impatient woman. Will you marry me, my love?”

“My answer has not changed from a few seconds ago. Yes, of course, a thousand times over-“

He surged to his feet, swept her into his arms again. “Say it again.” Ominis gasped softly, a strange, surreal sort of ecstasy pulsing through him.

“Yes.” Mira spoke between each searing, deepening kiss he pressed to her lips. “Yes, yes-“

Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wound around his neck. The sun-rich wind blew around them, carriyn a faint bite of chill from the mountains, but the warmth overrode it. And in the seclusion of the hilltop, Ominis slipped the Gaunt signet ring off his hand, and slid it onto her delicate finger. It adjusted neatly.

The symbol of Slytherin gleamed against her dark brown skin, and he ran his fingers over her hand again and again, feeling the weight of it there.

Exactly where it belonged.

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AN: Happy Valentine’s Day lovely people! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 may we all move through life with joy and happiness, and choose love every single day ����

[its-ya-boi-kaz]

"Is my tie straight?"

[Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa | 1633 words | cross posted on ao3]

Meeting your girl's parents can be a scary ordeal, especially when you're the Bastard of the Barrel.

A follow up of chapter 44 of Crooked Kingdom

"That's the laugh," Kaz murmured. But Inej was already moving, her feet barely touching the ground as she crossed the expanse of the quay to where her parents were, running towards her at the same speed as she was. 

Kaz didn't want to interrupt them, so he simply walked, leaning lightly on his cane and eyes trained on Inej. She was face to face with them now. For a moment, she seemed frozen, not sure of what to do. Her mother had tears streaming down her face. She couldn't wait for another moment, pulling Inej into a hopelessly tight embrace. Kaz was halfway up to them by the time they broke apart. 

She didn't say anything. Her lips parted and she croaked something like, "Papa." Her father put a hand on her shoulder. He was looking down at Inej with a smile that made Kaz feel like an intruder, he didn't deserve to witness something so innocent. 

Only then did Inej turn back. Kaz suddenly felt like a spectacle. Should he have worn something else? Surely it was his clothing choices that made their eyes lock on him so intently. Kaz saw that Inej's mother's eyes were the same as Inej. Mr Ghafa had a sense of weight in his gaze that could only be bought with age. But his wife, well, the woman was possibly what the girls on West Stave had in mind when they whined about wanting to look young forever. She seemed ageless. Her eyes were the same pools of darkness as the girl who stood before him. Like she too had taken every dark thing around her and held them in her gaze until she was surrounded by an aura of light, as Inej had been doing for years. 

"Ma, Papa, this is Kaz." Her father extended his hand with the grace of a saviour, but Kaz did not need salvation, not if it came with a handshake. He was acutely aware of the sea breeze on his naked palms. The same sea had once wrinkled his fingers as they clung to Jordie, more afraid of drowning than whatever was in front of his eyes. 

"He helped me survive this city." Inej's voice was an anchor, keeping him grounded to reality. 

Her eyes were on him. He had held her own hand only moments before. Could he do the same for the man in front of him? If it gave her the same comfort? Could he cross the Barge once again, if he knew she would be standing on the shore? 

I would come for you. His bare hand left the metal crow's head of his cane and made contact with the skin of someone else. The waters rose. 

"Ma, could you make skillet bread for me tonight?" Inej spoke, but her eyes were on him. He shook her father's hand firmly; it was a chore to keep his hand from shaking as he returned it to the head of the cane. When he looked up, her smile was a halo of light around her. He fought not to squint against the sheer luminescence of her joy. 

"Of course I will, jaan, " her mother cooed, using the Suli word for 'lifeline'. Inej had mentioned it to him once, in one of her proverbs. "But first you must tell us, what happened ?"

He could feel the weight of the question, the burden of it hanging over Inej. He could only guess what Suli proverbs must be going on in her head to help her cope with the fear and keep her chin held high. 

"We will tell you everything you wish to know, Mrs Ghafa," Kaz spoke in her stead. How many times had she covered for him? He could repay her a thing or two before she started her journey to the sea. "But first shall we go somewhere more comfortable? I must confess, staying standing for long isn't very good for my leg."

• • •

"Veera told me of the slaver ship that was seen leaving the dock. When we didn't find you, we feared the worst," Inej's father said. 

They had come to Wylan's house and were seated on the dining table on which loaves of the skillet bread that Inej's mother had made cooled. Inej and Kaz on one side, her parents on the other. 

"The worst happened, Papa. And then it happened some more."

Kaz listened as Inej explained her days at the Menagerie. Then her meeting with Kaz. Her time with the dregs. She looked at him a few times, to see if he would like to add to the conversation. He would, but he would not speak. 

There came a time every once in a while when he had to look at all the numbers himself. Despite how accurate the reports of Anika and Pim were, he always found something that had slipped from their brain, that would have been unknown to him if he hadn't looked at the scores himself. You could trust somebody with your numbers, but there were some tallies you had to count on your own. This was her story to tell. He had no right to say anything, not when he knew there were wounds in her only she could recall. 

She had steered clear of any mention of the Ice Court heist. But she could only talk so much about the past. "I have a ship. I managed to do something huge, with the help of the right people. I have the resources too. I'm going to hunt slavers. I won't let anyone suffer what I've endured. But before I do that, I need your forgiveness. Papa, Mama, I need to know where… I need to know what I mean to you, before I go out into the world alone and fulfil my purpose in this world."

There were tears in her mother's eyes that were very different from the way she'd cried at the quay. Her eyes were still, determined, yet searching for something to say. She reminded Kaz of the night on Black Veil when Inej had turned back － He was going to break my legs , Kaz,��she had said, eyes searching for answers－ and he breathed out a sigh, knowing there was nothing furious in her mother's gaze. If they were angry at Inej, Kaz doubted any of the Ghafas would like what he planned to do in that scenario. Including Inej. Especially Inej.

"You are still our daughter, Inej. You needn't ask for our forgiveness. You did what you had to do." Her father's voice was steady despite the tears. Her mother silently wiped her own. She suddenly got up and crossed the table to Inej, and coddled her face in her hands. She leaned down to press her lips on her daughter's forehead. 

"You did what the Saints asked of you, my child. If that is what you think your purpose is, then let me not be what stops you. You can…"

Their voices faded into the background as Kaz stepped into the backyard. He lowered himself onto the steps, feeling his leg throb with a twinge of pain. He did not want to intrude in what was supposed to be a memory none of them would forget. He wanted them to only remember each other as they too probably wanted to. 

He sensed her presence behind him. He glanced back and opened his mouth to tell her how she should go back to her family and that Kaz could talk to her later, but the words died on his lips. It wasn't Inej behind him, but her father. He turned his gaze back to the canal. The old man sat beside him, posture erect even when sitting down. 

"I'm aware that you are the reason Inej is safe today," he started. He must have left the mother and daughter to do some more weeping together. 

"There's no safe in Ketterdam, Mr Ghafa. I didn't give her safety, it doesn't exist in this city. She fended for herself."

"I suspect you have a hand behind that too."

Kaz stayed silent, feeling the temperature of his face rise as if he was a child that had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. But Mr Ghafa wasn't blaming, he was simply acknowledging facts. 

"I don't have much to say to you, just know that I thank you deeply for what you have done for her." 

He didn't know what to say to that. It was awfully quiet in these parts of the city. He could hear the water of the large canal lapping up against the shore. 

After a while, Inej's father stood up and dusted off his trousers. Only then did he sense Inej, the real Inej's presence behind him. So he'd known his daughter had come and left them alone. Kaz supposed he should be honoured, but he could only feel a pang of jealousy that he hadn't been able to sense Inej before her father. 

She sat beside him now, slipping into a comfortable silence. Neither of them wanted to speak. Every few moments, she would wipe her eyes. 

What had her parents said about him after he'd gone? What had she said about him? What would they say if they came here right now? 

Quietly, she reached for his now gloved hand. Kaz took a deep breath. There was her hand on his. A slight weight on his shoulder where she had leaned her head against it. Sunlight glistened on the murky waters of the canal. His mind was reeling. A jumble of thoughts, but none of them profound enough to be worth being spoken.

"They like you. Both of them."

He could have never known such simple words would be what eased the thumping in his chest. 

[thepoopdokyeomtouched]

Okay I'm thinking about Seungcheol with a desi gf who sees her dressed up in the traditional salwar kameez and earrings and dupatta and all for the first time and he's even more smitten 🫡 can you imagine how good he'd look in a kurta himself

Summary : seungcheol loves his desi girl dolling up and this new attire made made him weak? hehe

Pairing : seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre : fluff, established relationship

Warning : suggestive, kissing, cheol in black kurta(yes a warning)

Word count : 681

Aznik note : i believe this ask was send just for some giggles, squeals and shit but i couldnt stop myself hehehehhehehe🤭🤭 + english isn't my first language so excuse me

Song rec :

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seungcheol who is already head over heels for his desi girl, have seen her in saree before and almost lost his shit cuz how beautiful she was looking, cheol knows indian ethnic wears as you have showed him a lot of different styles when he once pointed how good that one short top with full sleeves with a ball type bottom looks cute, making a mental note to wear it once.

Today was the day, your mother send you a white salwar kameez for you and kurta pajama for cheol.

wearing it immediately you thought to surprise cheol, walking in the bedroom you spotted cheol lazily scrolling on his phone while laying on the couch, you called his name when he answer back a hm still looking at his phone, when no reply received he looked up, there you standing in your glory while fixing your white net dupatta, his eyes staring at you in surprise and adoration, you were looking so gorgeous his heart race up, the beet color on his cheek as he look at you from head to toe, mouth agape eyes wide open trying absorb the beautiful scenery  in front of him, he was down bad for you already but sky's the limit just like cheol’s love, he is so whipped looking at you right now in your beautiful colors and style it makes him want you more and more. 

He stood up from the couch walking towards you still with his eyes on you as if you are the only thing exist, he stood in front of you, he held your arms from both side saying “you are looking so pretty jaan, literally so pretty its taking my breath away.”making you shy at his compliment, he took your right palm spinning you suddenly, making you face the mirror behind, sliding all your open hair on the left shoulder resting his face on other, he said “look there, my gorgeous girl,” he kissed your shoulder, “always so pretty” he slide a bit up from the previous place and left a lingering kiss “so cute” another kiss sliding up on your nape, the words reducing into whispers, hands wrapped around your waist  “so endearing”, sliding up more he nibbles right below your ear as he leave another kiss ,you turned around still in his strong arms, keeping your hands on his chest to push him a bit, he pout at you wanting to go for a kiss before you stop him a bit more firmly, he raised his eyebrows with the pout still there, you tell him “my mother send it for me, and she send you something to wear too, so go and change into it” handing him the bag he peek down inside taking it and going to change, some time later the bathroom door open he walked out from it, pulling up the sleeves of the black kurta, looking so fine, and fit and muscular, his buff chest and his forearms showing with the veins, now it was your turn to be breathless, he looked so hot in it, you knew it he will look hot in it but still wasnt ready for this scene in front of you, “you look so hot in it cheol” you said while keeping your palm on your mouth in surprise, “ am i?” he smirks,walking towards you “well my mother in law choose it so obviously its going to look good” he kisses your forehead and continues “should we take photos and send it to maa?”

Taking pictures after pictures while cheol keeps stealing kisses from you, cheek, lips, neck, nose, hand, no part was spared by his kisses, and he did send those kissing pictures to your mother, hehe.

[vampemoqueen]

Only Goddess Left Alive - A Night Road fic

I was struck by sudden inspiration to write about my Night Road Ravnos courier, Madi Videkar. This fic covers her Embrace and her time during the Week of Nightmares. It also serves as the prologue to a longer fic coming soon! It's also posted here on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63157603

Tags: Blood and Gore, Violence, Murder, Embrace story, Suicidal thoughts, Family Issues

Early Winter of 1998

Madhuri Videkar had just finished another miserable day at the call center. Another day of cold calling, enduring abuse through the phone lines, and chasing leads that went nowhere. Her supervisor had warned her if she didn’t meet her quota by the end of the day, she’d face disciplinary action. Before they could pull her into a meeting room, she beat them to the punch and quit, slamming doors and leaving with middle fingers up. She swore to never return.

She returned to her car in a parking lot somewhere in snowy Wisconsin. She pulled the seat all the way down in her dad’s 1985 Dodge Caravan and broke down crying. Her tears nearly turned into ice in her own tear ducts and dripped down her cheeks in a cold burn.

Her years of being an undergrad were over. Trying to balance her academic life with her social life and family grew to be too much and she lost herself along the way. She grew aimless and unmotivated, not caring what her professors had to say about her unconventional tech skills or her work ethic. It wasn’t long ago when she told her parents she had dropped out to find her own way. A decision that she knew they would give her hell for.

What did we raise you for? How could you waste all of our money like this? You’re a disgrace to the family!

She poured extra time into her soulless job just to avoid them. But with the last plan falling apart, she had nothing left to hide behind.

Her tears continued to fall until the swelling forced her eyes shut. Her sobs made it hard to breathe and want to live. She couldn’t handle it anymore. The pain of trying to find meaning, only to lose again and again.

Then her phone rang. It was her mother calling. She contemplated not picking up so she could run away forever. But her better judgement got a hold of her.

She pressed the call button.

“What ?”

“Madhuri, come home,” her mother urges her in Hindi. “Your father and I have a proposition for you.”

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Spring of 1998

The sweltering hot weather of Kolkata was a welcome reprieve from the harsh cold winter back home. Madhuri’s mother had sent her there to stay with her extended family to take a break and rethink her life. At first, Madhuri was excited to be away on a paid vacation to reconnect with family overseas. That was until one of her aunts brought up the marriage proposal that was arranged for her.

“You will grow to love him, mari jaan! This marriage will change your life. You will have purpose and meaning again after you build a family,” her aunt told her as she gave her the photo of her match. It was a headshot of a plain looking Indian man, harmless enough with glasses, a comb over, and his best suit and tie. “He’s my friend’s son. He wants to go to school in the States and become an engineer. He’s a very nice boy, you will like him.” 

Madhuri stared at the photo with a blank look. Her aunt barely knew who she was and yet she made assumptions about where her life should go. She determined that her parents had a hand thinking a marriage would be the only honorable thing left for her to do. Her heart sank from the betrayal.

“Auntie, do I have a choice in the matter? Can I at least talk to the boy first?” Madhuri carefully pleaded. She didn’t want to believe her family would sell her off so easily.

“Of course! I set up the date for you to meet him and decide what you want to do. If you don’t like this one, you will try again with another one.”

This brought little comfort to her. She might not have to pick this boy, but there would only be more down the line. She would not be able to leave without deciding on a groom. She left her aunt’s room that night in defeat.

When she told her cousins and older nieces and nephews what happened, they were all sympathetic. They were old enough to know how the tradition of arranged marriages was limiting and oppressive. But instead of encouraging her to defy it, they told her to work around it. If she did not choose a partner herself, she would have one chosen for her. All Madhuri had to do was to find a partner she liked and be done with it. It was a tradition the family itself used to propagate and strengthen themselves over the years. If it worked for them then, why change it now? Their responses were disheartening to Madhuri, who only wanted to get out of the arrangement and go home with no strings attached. 

Lucky for her, there was one and only one listening ear who was willing to take her side. A family friend who the family had known for many years as an eccentric but kind neighbor. A man who went by an interesting name he picked for himself, ‘Brian Lomeyo’, a name that wasn’t local to the area or to any area they knew of. 

“Listen, Madhuri. I love your family but they are clearly wrong sometimes. They don’t like to think out of the box and see new things. Why do you think your mother was the only one in a whole family with hundreds of people to leave the country?” He insisted on speaking to Madhuri in English which was flawless in his local accent, a detail that greatly impressed her. 

Madhuri furrowed her brow and frowned. It was hard to think of her mother, the woman who set her up in the arranged marriage deal behind her back, as the trendsetter of the family. “She has a narrow way of thinking and she always thinks she’s right. No one can ever tell her she’s wrong.” She replied in perfect American English.

“Ah, that’s what they told me about her,” Brian wagged his finger referring to ‘they’ as the rest of her family. “Your mother is as stubborn as a goat. She was right once as a child and again when she moved to the States. Now she’s right about every decision she has to make about your life. It’s so unfair and inhumane.”

Madhuri was relieved to finally hear someone else criticize her mother other than her. Her family in India treated her like a saint for the money she sent back to them to improve their lives and it made her untouchable in their eyes. Madhuri could understand their reverence and respect but… it was still hard to accept her being lied to and sold off. Madhuri had dreams once and she was still young. Why couldn’t she have a couple more years of life to figure things out?

“How about we get out of here and hide from your family for a while? I know places in town where we can hang out and lay low. They’ll be mad at first, but once they know you’re with me, it’ll all be okay.” 

She agreed to go with him. She trusted Brian more than she could ever trust the man in the photo. She had no qualms about ghosting him to rebel against her family, especially her mother. She hoped they would grow to forgive her eventually.

For the first few days, they hopped between inns and bars talking to strangers and smoking hashish. Then one fateful night came when Brian brought her to his own home, a small hovel in the back of a jewelry workshop. Brian was a jeweler by trade who created pieces out of precious metals and gemstones to sell to merchants. In the back of his room, he pierced Madhuri’s nose to fit a gold septum ring and gave her a necklace with a gold pendant and chain.  

“If you have more time, there is someone I want you to meet,” Brian said as he poured himself a cup of red wine in a silver chalice. “I have a sponsor who buys most of my work and supports my livelihood. He is also a wise man who imparted to me rare knowledge he obtained from a God. I can show you.” He downed the bitter wine without a sour face. 

With a flick of the wrist, he brought about magic in front of her eyes. A hazy cloud turned into a vision of Madhuri in the pale moonlight light covered in the finest silks and jewelry. She laid in a lounger in an ancient temple decorated in pure gold and gems, surrounded by dancers and attendants there to serve her every will. A cool ocean breeze from the outside brushed against her skin and calmed her spirit. The breeze carried the scent of frankincense and blood. She inhaled for the first time in centuries. 

Brian was there next to her, sitting in the same spot dressed as a simple man in linens. In his hand was more gold and another cup of bloodwine.  

The smoke dissipated with another wave of his hand and Madhuri came back to reality. “Wha-what was that?” She hesitated to ask. She was tempted to ask him to send them back.

“It is a special kind of illusion he taught me. You could learn this art too. He can teach you the art of manifesting your dreams and turning them into a reality. You can do so much more with his help. Trust me.”

She picked up the hand mirror next to her and admired herself in her reflection. The pure gold jewelry gleamed in the electric light and made her feel beautiful and worthy, like the deity in her vision. She was more than the dainty maiden her family expected her to be. She could be a goddess.

Brian was asking a lot from her, bribing her with jewelry and promises of godhood. She agreed to go with him once more. Out of all the people in her life, he appeared to know and understand her the most despite barely being more than a stranger. But ultimately Madhuri trusted herself more than anyone else and she knew her destiny was taking her down this path. 

If she could succeed, she felt that somehow, everything would be right in the end.

The next morning, she followed Brian to an estate called ‘Ypotryll’, an unusual name that wasn’t in any language she nor Brian knew. It was a large estate with many rooms that were built in the style of ancient palaces. They spent the next few days and nights there exploring the halls and the lush garden outside. The estate was devoid of all people except for them, and Madhuri felt as though they were in another world. 

She loved it and swore she wanted to die there. Then Brian informed her they had work to do. His master, the man also known as Ypotyrll, was to return and needed them to prepare for his arrival. Ypotryll was a busy man who spent most of his nights hiding from his enemies, rival landowners who despised him and wanted him dead, and occasionally he needed to return home to recover for the next excursion. 

They needed to prepare multiple rooms for him, his main suite for his day's rest and several other rooms for his followers, other humans they had to recruit as staff. Brian ince again promised her she would be rewarded with power and secrets when Ypotyrll returned, and that the Master would explain everything when he came back.

She did as Brian instructed and helped him bring back the materials and people the Master required. The night Ypotryll returned, he was welcomed by a strangely austere estate with all of the windows and glass covered, all of the valuables locked away for safekeeping, and all of the new followers gathered around in the main hall. The only one he spoke to that night was Brian and his newest recruit, Madhuri. 

Ypotryll the Master was a tall and imposing man who was pale and hairless, barely covered in old silks that were tattered and faded. He was thin and sickly, his skin barely covering his bones and his eyes clouded over in milky white near-blindness. Madhuri pitied him, and yet when she looked into his eyes, he had a presence about him that entranced her and compelled her to stay near him. This was the man with the ancient wisdom that Brian told her about. The man who drank from a God. 

“I have a gift for each of you,” Ypotryll casted his spell on both Brian and her and lured them even closer. “Tonight’s celebration is dedicated to your rebirth. You will be blessed by the nectar of life from which all of humanity is bound to. You will know what lies beyond this existence. What dreams and nightmares are truly made of. What separates the Godless from the Godly. You will both become my children.” 

Madhuri had her eyes angled up toward his illustrious gaze when her neck was sliced open. She could barely sense her skin being torn from ear to ear before she lost all sight and fell to the ground. Her consciousness faded before she could think to react. She had died before she even knew it. 

She wouldn’t have known about her death if she hadn’t woken up later that night, awakening her new consciousness. She didn’t remember what happened immediately after she woke up again, only that there was red in her eyes and pain all throughout her body.There was a powerful hunger that gnawed at her throat and stomach and drove her mad, mad enough to satiate it in whatever means necessary. The hunger, the Beast, took over and shielded her from the horrors she would commit. 

When she became lucid again, she saw what had become of her and Brian. There were bodies strawn all around the floor, some in pieces and others whole and lifeless. The ground had become a pool of blood and gore, torn pieces of cloth, skin, hair and teeth from the ‘staff’ they had recruited. There was blood all over her inhuman hands which had turned into monstrous claws. Her teeth, fully extended from her mouth and jaw, stabbed her in the chin and lips with their pointed tips. She could taste the flesh and bile stuck in her mouth.

Brian was nearby on his knees in the same sorry state. He was crawling on the floor slipping in the blood they spilled together, screaming and crying as soon as he realized what they had done. “Master! Why?!” His mouth ajar was filled with needle-like teeth that stabbed his mouth on the inside when he tried to close it.

“You have been reborn. You are now my children.” Ypotryll stood in between them, appearing unfazed by the violence and untouched, aside from the blood on his bare feet. “You have been chosen to help me fight a holy war against our usurpers to the East. To awaken your potential, you had to feast upon the bodies of the unworthy so you would know the taste of Death. May you share the same ferocity to our enemies if you are to remain long enough to find Godhood.”

Madhuri barely comprehended the rest of Brian’s screaming and pleading toward their Maker while she examined the rest of her body. Her skin was dry and lifeless, stone cold and nearly devoid of feeling. She realized she wasn’t breathing until she took a conscious breath and nearly choked on leftover blood in her throat. Her head and her veins remained pounding with pain, and a calling for something more. 

It was the Beast. A driving force that fueled whatever power the Master had given them. It was strength, speed, a mental sharpness that primed her to being a predator. 

She didn’t feel like herself anymore. She was no longer the hapless Indian girl who was at the mercy of her mother and her extended family. She was a Monster. A Cannibal. A Murderer. A demon.

She soon grew numb to her thoughts and shut down once again.

—-

July of 1999

Over a year had passed since Madhuri and Brian’s Embrace underneath their duplicitous sire Ypotyrll. They were told what they were: vampires, or Kindred from the Clan Ravnos, an Indian bloodline known for their trickery and illusion magic. They remained at the Ypotryll estate where they practiced their abilities in their sire’s absence and suffered under his strict tutelage when he was present. Outside of the estate in the human world, rumors had spread that Madhuri and Brian had eloped and moved into the abandoned estate themselves, greatly upsetting her family knowing there was nothing they could do. Madhuri and Brian had to continue to propagate the lie themselves to keep them away from discovering their true nature. 

It was an uncomfortable and dreadful existence, one that drove Madhuri to run away several times only to return nights later. Brian himself had to rescue her a few times from the clutches of bloodthirsty hunters and other Kindred who were less keen on her existence than she was. There was still so much she didn’t know and didn’t have to be able to survive in the urban wilderness alone. The last time she returned battered, shattered, on the verge of hunger and Final Death was when she finally had her spirit broken enough to stop resisting Ypotryll’s will.

Brian fared better than she did but not by much. He had been a dutiful servant for longer and had already been a wanderer before he was taken under Ypotryll's wing. His chimerstry, which had been at a competent level since he was a ghoul, grew even stronger and more vivid, strong enough to rival other Ravnos. But in the end, he was only an artist and never a fighter. He didn’t have the resilience or independence that Madhuri had. Without Ypotryll’s guidance or absolute will, he had nothing to follow. If Brian had been the one to run away instead, he would’ve never made it back alive. 

Madhuri and Brian depended on each other more than they cared to. Their Kindred nature and imprisonment by their sire strained their friendship to the point where feelings of genuine closeness were nigh impossible. Madhuri resented him and Ypoytrll equally for their manipulation and lies while Brian grew sick of her lack of loyalty and constant defections. If they had separated at this point in their unlives, they wouldn’t miss each other.

But Ypotryll the Master needed his childer to cooperate as there was a war call in the distance they had to answer. To the East in Bangladesh, an intense battle was forming between the local Ravnos and the Kindred from the Far East. Bangladesh had always been a contested area between the borders of the West and the East, but this time the Ravnos were in real danger of extinction. All three of them felt a fire in their bones, their blood roused to burn by Elders in their dying cries to protect what was left of their kind. They were dying en masse and in danger of losing the centuries long war. Ypotryll and his childer were all equally determined to fight and defend their clan.

It only took them a few nights of nonstop travel via caravan to reach the floodplains of Bangladesh. As they grew closer to their destination, they saw evidence and remnants of the war everywhere. Ashes and blood littered the streets as Kindred fought openly in public, tearing down any human and vampire in their wake. Mass embraces performed in village squares where the resulting childer would soon turn and devour one another. Diablerie was a constant and regular occurrence. Lone Kindred were dragged into the fields by humans and other Kindred to burn and die in the sun for their crimes. A motley of false visions and weak attempts to distort reality around them impeded their travel, until Ypotryll was able to see past them and charge through. There was chaos and destruction everywhere, among their own kind no less. It shocked Madhuri and Brian - they had never seen this much violence in their lives.

When they finally stopped to unpack, they had reached an area that was the last Haven for their kind. The Ravnos Methuselahs, the Eldest of them all beside their clan Progenitor and Caine himself, still had a hold on the area that laid closest to the border between them and the Eastern Kindred. It shocked Madhuri when she realized she hadn’t seen a single Eastern Kindred yet despite the carnage behind them. Their own clan was tearing each other apart out of power and madness, a desperate struggle by Kindred acting like rats in a flaming bucket. The situation had become dire and hopeless with their own Methuselah foretelling their Final Deaths in defense of their Gods.

Upon hearing the deadly prophecy ahead of them, Madhuri held Brian’s hand and kissed it for the first time, praying to the Heavens that somehow, they would return with what remained of their unlives and start over again. Brian returned the kiss to her forehead and held her close, whispering the prayer back in unison. 

The following morning, they were awoken by a terrible development. The Eastern Kindred’s warriors had begun invading during the day to pave the way for their magicians. A massive storm of purple clouds swirling in the sky where the sun still hung high had formed above them to give the Eastern Kindred more time to strike. 

Madhuri and Brian rose during the day for the first time in years, to scramble and fight for their survival. Madhuri grabbed a knife that was given to her by her sire and rushed out into the battlezone. Madhuri was forced to fight, subdue and kill her fellow Ravnos who had gone mad from unknown means before she encountered a single Eastern Kindred, a bald man in orange robes similar to a Buddhist monk’s. She charged forward to strike without hesitation when he dodged and struck Madhuri at the back of the head, stunning her but not killing her. 

What happened immediately after was a blur. Seconds turned to minutes turned to hours;for Madhuri it felt like an eternity suffering in blind agony. She was conscious but immobile, no different from the dead bodies that fell and turned to ash near her. 

It wasn’t until later when she saw inside her mind’s eye, a terrifying living vision of their clan’s Progenitor awaking from his slumber to devour everyone and everything. The blood of her clanmates, most of the Eastern Kindred, her sire Ypottryl, and even the Methuselahs, all descendants of the Antediluvian Zapathustra, spilled into his mouth as he ripped them all apart from a far distance. Their unlives taken in an instant to feed the very being they swore to protect; yet another illusion and lie propagated by the Ravnos clan. The strongest of the Eastern Kindred and mages had finally arrived to strike him down, using their magic to break apart the skies to unleash the power of sunlight onto him. Others opened portals and summoned demons the Western world had never seen and would likely never see again. The visions seared into her brain, pain like red-hot needles traveling through her veins. 

She didn’t want to get up, couldn’t get up, fully conscious in the nightmare world. She wanted so badly to gnaw at her own hands and cut her own throat to end it all, but the mysterious Eastern Kindred’s ward wouldn’t let her. 

It wasn’t until that very Kindred’s death when she was freed and her eyes opened in an instant. Brian was with her, covered in blood and gore and struggling heavily to carry her with torn and exposed muscles and skin; his own organs beginning to fall out of his chest cavity. He had avoided the brunt of the original onslaught, though he was now on the verge of Final Death himself from Zapathustra’s second attack. He sensed Madhuri was finally awake and flashed a smile as large as his broken face would allow. 

Before she could say anything, he led her to a trunk freezer and told her to hide inside. “Say nothing. Never leave,” was the most he could say before his voice gave out. She said nothing and obeyed him, preferring to stay awake for him rather than the nightmares. She closed the freezer with her eyes open, desperately staying awake so she didn't have to go back to the visions, when she bore witness to yet another tragedy.

An explosion went off in the midst of battle and ripped through the landscape with an ear piercing shockwave. The building Madhuri was in broke apart and the floor underneath her collapsed, sending her tumbling down to the bare rock below. If not for the sturdy freezer she was in, she would’ve disintegrated or be ripped apart by the blast or the impact. It was through sheer luck, or expert engineering that preserved her inside the ice cold box with minimal impact on her body.

Her body fell into day sleep when she sensed somehow that the sky had opened once more and the storm was gone.

After sundown, it took her a while to regain her senses and find the courage to leave. Her muscles cramped horribly as she pushed against the freezer wall to pop out from the top lid which laid sideways. She rolled onto the blackened ground and gazed upon the scene around her. 

Everything and everyone around her was gone. She could sense no blood, visions, or presence in the battlezone. There were no more Kindred, no more fighting, no magic. She was truly and utterly alone. 

On the ground next to the black ash and debris was a massive scarlet vein that was actively pumping vitae. Her head was beginning to spin and her chest throbbed in pain. She was beginning to lose her sight and her mind to the absence, the black hole in the universe that wanted to swallow her whole. She was left a painful parting message in her heart that urged her to claw, eat, drink, tear, dig. Anyone. Anything. Anything to not keep still in this cruel, horrid existence. Anything to spite the world for the loss of Zapathustra.

She leapt at the massive vein of pumping blood and tore it apart viciously with her extended claws. It poured like an endless fountain all over her mouth and body. It was the sweet nectar of a God, the very thing Brian and Ypotryll promised she would have all those months ago. She bathed and drank in its ecstasy, filling to the point of excess then vomited and drank over and over again. She lost herself to the searing madness and the intense burn in her veins that only this blood could quench. She cackled and laughed under the light of the newly born Red Star.

She was unstoppable. She was unkillable. She was Madhuri Videkar, the only Goddess left alive.

[nihyunluvskookie]

Love and religion fought. We lost.

PROMPT. “we tried we tried so much, but in the end we lost.”

PAIRING. Joshua x female reader

GENRE. angst

WARNINGS. Mention of blood, mcd, different religions, gun

WORD COUNT. 2.6K

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Finally I am here with this fic, I battled so much before posting, I don't want to offend any religion and I know it's a sensitive topic but I wanted to write it so bad. And since I decided to write angst for 13 members long ago, here's the first one. And angst being my favorite genre till now I tried doing justice to the fic, and since it's a bit of desi setting, it's a win for desi readers. Hope you like it. And I would be tagging people/readers who commented in that post earlier hehe ^^

Happy reading :)

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Seventeen as angst trope

“You’re looking so pretty” I looked around, and saw my family members coming towards me and applying haldi on me, I looked at myself and saw myself wearing a yellow sharara, I saw my sister coming towards me and hugging me tight. “Hope you stay happy always like this, even after marriage” and somewhere my emotions were lost the moment someone told me this, I couldn't even recognize the voice at that point.

“Shua, I want to wear different outfits for all the ceremonies but too sad, you won’t be able to see me.” I smiled at him and he just laughed and pulled me closer in his embrace, “But you’re going to be my wife, so I would get a lifetime to watch you wear your favorite clothes” and he pinched my nose playfully. “I want to get married twice, one in all the traditions we follow and another one in your way. I don’t want to miss out on wearing a white gown and kissing you infront of everyone.”

“I’ll fulfill all your wishes, my love.”“I love you so much, Joshua”

“I love you too meri jaan” and he smiled at me once again, his smile was something that healed me every time.

“You look pretty Mishka, he is so lucky” and my mom kissed my forehead, I tried to look at her but somewhere I just couldn’t look at her at all, not after all this.

Everyone looked so happy and seemed like they were enjoying it every second, I tried to smile at them but I failed terribly. There was something wrong with me because I couldn’t express my emotions anymore. I failed to show them how I felt, as if my mind wanted to show them but my heart refused to do anything. It was the sign I lost, we lost.

“I would be the in-charge of the decorations, I want everything to be golden.”“You surely love the golden colour a lot Mishka” and he laughed and it was melody to my ears, “Yes I do and I love one more thing” he looked at me confused, “You” and I kissed him.

“You just know how to steal kisses.” And he pulled me closer by my neck and kissed me again. Every time I kissed him, I kissed him like it was my last kiss and I loved the feeling so much. I want to kiss him till the time I can’t kiss him anymore and I want to remember how he felt.

“Joshua”

“Yes, love”

“Do…you think…”“Think?” he was looking at me and I was feeling nervous, I wanted to say it loud, but he suddenly cupped my face. “What’s wrong?”

“I should tell them about us, it’s been eight years… already” “Mishka” he kissed me again and then looked at me, “if you want to tell your parents about us, you can. I’ll be there with you. We will go and talk to them, they will accept us.”

“Mishka, your mehendi looks so pretty” I turned to look at the person doing my mehendi, and here I wanted to put his initials. “And it’s done” The moment I looked at my hand, I saw the way my hand had someone else’s name’s initial, a stranger whom I don’t even know. I wanted to run away, but two things stopped me, Joshua’s thoughts and then my own family’s reputation. If I wanted, I could’ve taken a step and ran away already, but Joshua’s thoughts stopped me from doing anything.

It was raining and I ran outside, “Mishka, stop” I wanted to dance in the rain. “You’ll fall sick Mishka” For once I didn’t want to listen to his words, he always tells me I will fall sick but then he is the one who takes care of me so falling sick is worth it since he’s with me.

He suddenly came and picked me up, “Shua, oh god”

“I love you so much Mishka, I can’t explain. I want to marry you as soon as possible and want to make you mine officially.” I smiled at him, he had never confessed to me like this directly, and for marriage. He puts me down and looks at me, “Mishka, do you want to marry me?” I smiled at him, “And what makes you think that asking me like this would change my answer?” he looked nervous, “If I don’t marry you then I don’t know what will happen” “And I can never see you being someone else’s, so if you don’t marry me, I will die.”

“And I will never let that happen” and I kissed him. Losing him was never an option for me. He was my everything, he found me when I was left in the dark, and he was there for me when I was alone. And if I don’t get to be with the person I love the most, I have no idea what will I do ever in my life.

I parted and looked at him, “So will you marry me?” I nodded, “Yes, Joshua, I would be ruining my life if I said no to you” and he kissed me again under the rain.

I looked at myself, wearing the red lehenga, and I didn’t know how to respond to any of the fact, that I was getting married and my thoughts were interrupted, “Di, someone came to see you-”

“Mishi”

I turned to look at Joshua, Mishti was standing near the door and then there was Joshua beside her, “I would be leaving di, just know I am here for you.”

He walked towards me and hugged me tight, “Mishka, I can’t” I wanted to hug him tight, but my hands refused to move, no matter how much I wanted to hold him tight and cry in his embrace, he was home for me. He parted and cupped my face, “Mishka, let’s go. Let’s leave this place”

“Mishi, this is not what we want, it’s against our wish, let’s go. You’re not happy, I know it Mishka. I will take you somewhere you don’t have to suffer alone.”

“Joshua…”

“What happened Mishka? I am here for you, just for you. Let’s go, I know we can’t end like this.”

“Joshua, jo hona tha woh ho gaya, ab kuch nehi kar sakte hain, mere haatho me zanjeeren hai, koi reha nehi kar sakta aur.” (Joshua, we can’t do anything now, it’s all done, I am tied with shackles in my hand, and no one can free me anymore)

“Mishka, was it a lie?” and I had no answer, I couldn’t tell him directly, that, they told me they would kill him, if I went back to him.

“Maa, please listen to me once. Maa please” I was banging on the door but no one was listening to me, I wanted to run away. I want to run away from here and never come back. My tears were falling like no tomorrow.

“Mishka one more word and you know what can your dad do.”

“Maa, no. You won’t do anything. YOU CAN’T DO THIS!! Maa!!” I was banging on the door and then heard her unlock the door. The moment I saw her face, I started crying more, I wiped my tears and the moment I was about to say something hoping she would give me a chance to speak but she slapped me hard. She locked the door and dragged me towards my bed and pushed me there.

“One more word and Mishka-

Enough was enough, how could she do this to her own daughter?

“What was his fault? What was my fault? We just fell in love”

“Mishka you better- I wanted to scream, but the moment our eyes met, she shouted “Do you not know your dad? Do you not know what are the things that means a lot to your dad? And fault? We let you study outside and you do this to us?” “What did I do maa?” I walked towards her, my tears didn’t want to stop, they refused to listen to me for the first time. “If falling in love is a crime then yes, I did it. I DID IT” and another slap, “you are going nowhere and you are breaking up with him. You will leave him and get married to the guy we choose for you, who is right for you.” She was about to leave, but then turned back to look at me, “You don’t remember your limits? He’s a guy from a different religion and we are never saying yes to that. We can’t allow you, and remember society and reputation are everything for us.”

“Maa-” “Give up Mishka, I am against it. And don’t even think about running away, because I’m warning you again, your dad can go to any limits to separate you from him.” and that’s when I understood she wasn’t even joking, they can kill him, kill us anytime they want.

“We can’t Joshua” And I never told him the exact reason, because knowing him, he would not even regret telling me, he wanted to be together with me, didn’t matter if he stayed or died.

“We still have time, if you want we can run away right now and no one will get to know, we will go somewhere far” I took a deep breath and shook my head, clearly knowing what is going to be the consequence if I take this step, they will hunt me down and kill all of us.

“Joshua, we can’t”

“Joshua, we can’t be together, please move on from me.”

“Mishka-”

“Joshua.”

“Mis-”

“Joshua, we can’t, they will kill us. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING.” And that was the moment, I couldn’t hold back anything, if I knew I was going to be a coward for all my life then I wouldn’t have started any of this at all. I can’t even be happy with the person I love.

“And I had to choose, to see you getting killed or give up on us. And I choose you to be happy, happy without me.”

“Uss din se hamare saari bitaye lamhein, uss yaadon ke kamre me band ho gai” (that day all moments we spent together got locked in the room of our memories)

The moment he walked away from that room, I felt my heart shattering each second and into millions of pieces. I was the one who chose this for myself, letting go of the person whom I loved the most, even more than my own life. My choices in life were the ones which made me suffer the most but falling in love with him was never a choice, it was like fate and a string that was pulling me towards him and I went on with it.

I looked towards the door, from where he left, and saw Mishti coming inside, “Di, it’s time to go. Everyone’s waiting for you.” I took a deep breath and she hugged me tight, “Di, I hope he will understand” I hugged her tight, if only I could tell this to myself, but marriage? It’s the bond that holds two people together and there’s no turning back from the promises that would be made. “He can’t and so do I. I can’t make myself understand anything Mishti. I am hurting the person whom I love the most and it’s hurting me more.”

From there I don’t even remember how I walked down the aisle and I was already sitting beside the person with whom I was getting married, my face had no emotion. I couldn’t bring myself to look at anyone else. “Mishka, bring your hand forward” I was trying to focus on whatever was going on, but my body wasn’t responding to any of the words; I barely heard what maa said. I didn’t want to bring my hand forward, if I brought my hand and kept my hand on his, it would bind us forever in this sacred bond. “Mishka” Once more I hear her saying my name.

“Mishka” the moment I heard my name again but this was a different voice, I looked straight. I thought my eyes were deceiving me but I saw him walking towards me “You look so pretty Mishka, I always imagined you wearing this bridal lehenga, and look at you, you look so pretty but one thing I never imagined was, you wearing this and getting married to someone else.” and I couldn’t process anything, “you look so lovely Mishka, it feels like one of my dreams came true, partially I am so happy I got to see you in this.” I never interrupted him, but his voice was getting shaky, something which never happened to him, “Your parents came to visit me, they told me, they would never say yes and in the end, you chose them” “I am asking you for the one last time” and I could see the desperation on his face, “Take my hand and let’s runaway. I can’t see you getting married to someone else” he stopped, not very close to me and not very far from me.

There was silence, I almost couldn’t say anything, I wanted to say yes so badly but my whole family was holding me back, all the moments we spent together were flashing in front of me. I took a deep breath and was about to speak “Josh-”

“Looks like your silence and hesitation gave me the answer. Mishka, I love you so much that I can never explain in words, but one thing I can never do is, tumko kisi aur ka hote dekhna, I can never do that. I meant everything I told you that day.” He took out a gun and pointed at himself, and my reflexive action was to stand and run towards him, “Love and religion fought. We lost. We tried we tried so much, but in the end we lost. I will love you forever” And he shot himself, even before I could reach him, and his lifeless body was lying infront of me. I fell on my knees, I was holding his body, I tried shaking him, but there was no response, I wanted to hold his hand. The blood painted him and painted me red, I couldn’t see anything anymore. “Joshua, Joshua please wake up” I was shaking his body, I couldn’t do anything anymore, “Joshua, please wake up, let’s go”

I felt people coming towards me, all the emotions I was holding back, my tears came out and I was crying, I couldn’t stop.

“Mishka” and it was my mom, she was trying to pull me by my arm, but this time I pulled my arm back. I was holding Joshua’s hand and looked at her. “Dekh liya kya kar diya, khushi mil gai aap logo ko,” my mind wasn’t working anymore, “Losing yourself is better than losing the person you love and I saw the love of my life killing himself infront of me do you think I am in my right mind right now.” I grabbed the gun, “Mishka leave that”

“Mishka drop the gun”

“Mishka, don’t”

But all I could hear was his voice, his last words telling me he loved me. My ears were hearing his voice, my eyes never moved from his body. The fact, that the golden kurta he was wearing was now painted in red. I was going feral with each passing second, I was dying each second. I closed my eyes for a second and looked at my maa papa. I saw someone dragging Mishti away from me, I loved her but I loved him as well, he is alone, and he has no one here right now. I couldn’t leave him alone like this when he never left me.

“Ab iske baad jo bhi hoga uske jimmedaar baas aap dono honge, baas aap dono” (and whatever happens after this, two of you are going to be the reason, just you two) I was pointing the gun towards them and I could hear all the screaming and shouting but everything slowed down and in a fraction of a second I pointed the gun at myself and I pulled the trigger.

[mccnstruck]

your wishes marked on my skin (your vision blurred with mine)

characters: kazuha x gn!reader, tomo, mentions of beidou, gorou, raiden shogun, and traveller

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, good ending, headcanons included, major character death, 5k words (ZEE GONE INSANE NOT CLICKBAIT), long fic, curse word, not focused on relationship, reader has a vision and weapon of choice, not proofread, op has gone insane and now is short-circuited to only thinking of kazuha, op has gone bonkers in tags, traveller uses they/them pronouns, unspecified traveler, canon semi-complient

a/n: holy SHIIHDBFJDSFFSFDS. Um. I kinda. Yea this was 5k words what the hell zee DO SOMETHING ELSE YOU HAVE 3 TESTS TOMORROW- anyways i REALLLLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS cuz i sure enjoyed writing and imagining this at school. Reblogs and tags are much appreciated yea i hope you have a ASTRONOMICALLY GREAT DAY / NIGHT !!!!! (Zee is hyper because he is going insane) (p.s. i had 168 premium grammarly errors on this piece thats how you know this about to go crazy. crazy i was crazy once they-) (P.S.S. EARLY BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR KAZUHA BECAUSE I AM BUSY ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAZUHA I LOVE YOU MERA CHAANDA MERA JAAN)

What if there were tattoos in teyvat...but with a twist?

If you are a vision wielder, you can infuse elemental power into your tattoo. Whenever you get into battle, your tattoo glows and it stays glowing until the battle is over.

But, you could also have other vision wielders infuse your tattoo as well.

When you, kazuha, and tomo used to travel together, you proposed of the idea.

"Hey... we should get matching tattoos! You know, the ones with each other visions infused. That would be cool."

Kazuha hummed in response. “Don’t they hurt though?”

Tomo brightened at your suggestion. “Oh yeah! Some methods of inking hurt, but some are less painful and take longer. I think the method they use to infuse elemental power does take longer, considering the person has to wield their vision AND bear the pain.”

Kazuha hummed again but in disagreement. “Why would you make yourself go through all that pain once more?”

The companion to Kazuha’s left let out a huff. “Pssh, in comparison to the result! We can have permanent matching tattoos to remind us of the amazing friendship we have!”

You nodded excitedly. “See Kazuha, even Tomo thinks it’s a great idea! However…”

Tomo and Kazuha both turn to face you with curiosity.

“...I fail to agree with how Tomo views one part of our bond…”

“Hm? [ name ], what do you mean,” Tomo questioned.

You took a deep breath before sending a prayer to any archon who would answer in time. for you were about to make what you believed was the riskiest choice of your life.

You brought Kazuha’s closest hand and let your thumb stroke his rough, calloused skin, before lifting it to your lips. Letting your lips linger on his skin, you ignored both Kazuha’s and Tomo’s widened eyes and whispered your confession. “I would like to turn it into something more. If… If you would allow me.”

When you looked to see him, Kazuha’s face was burning. For once, the calm, collected wanderer was not calm and collected at all. To your side, Tomo let out a whistle which caused Kazuha’s face to become undoubtedly more flustered.

Tomo smirked before saying, “Well, well, well. looks like [ name ] learned from the best,” before patting himself on the back, smug and prideful of himself.

You copied his words mockingly. You let go of Kazuha's hands, instead focusing on making sure Tomo ate dust. Both of these duties were equally important to you, but sometimes you have to fight for dignity, and if anyone could make sure Tomo didn’t leave with your pride, it would be you.

You two bickered for what seemed like ages before Kazuha finally spoke up. “You guys…”

Both you and Tomo immediately shut up and held your breaths at the sudden change of tone.

“Sorry Kazuha…”

“No worries…”

Kazuha looked at you two for what seemed like ages. He realized that, out of all the times and out of all the people he would even dare to get a tattoo, you two were the most reasonable choice. You three have explored, laughed, and eaten together. As wanderers, you’ve slept under the same stars and ran through the same quick-tempered storms. So as much as he didn’t want to deal with more pain for the sake of it, he would want to have both of you engraved into his skin, both of your souls running through his blood. When he is separated from you two (archons forbid), all he would have to do is look at his forearms to remind him of the bond you’ve tightened with one another. It would remind him that “distance makes the heart grow fonder”.

“I would like them. The tattoos.”

Tomo scoffed and shot a disapproving look at you. “See, now that you have Kazuha wrapped around your finger, he’ll agree to anything now!”

“Hey! He’s doing it out of free will. And oh please, you’re just whiny that you’re gonna be third wheeling now!”

“Who said I was gonna be third wheeling?!”

Kazuha smiled, as the bickering sprang back into life. You three reached the city to search for a tattoo, a symbol of the bond you have made with them. Nothing will break it apart.

And you did get the tattoos! For all three of you, each of your forearms was covered in traditional Inazuman artworks, symbolizing each person.

Kazuha chose the maple tree, Tomo chose the koi fish, and you chose the rising sun. Each has its symbolism, having its own way of reminding you of each other.

Kazuha wouldn’t be Kazuha without representing the calm, peaceful maple tree, standing over to make sure all under the shade is rested.

As his perseverance and his courage make him a good traveling companion, Tomo represents the koi fish.

As for you… You found yourself closest to the rising sun. Ever so optimistic, ever so hopeful for the new day. The darkness may have clung to you; trying to slowly hack into your mind to give up, trying to belittle your efforts. But when dawn breaks and the sun rises, the newfound warmth comforts your shivering body. The sun is there to say all will be alright.

…

Except when it isn’t.

For as soon as it seemed like everything would be okay, that hope was crushed by reality as quickly.

The Vision Hunt Degree had been ordered by the Shogun to kill anyone who possessed one.

The day it was enforced to all of Inazuma was the day the two closest people in your life were separated from you. In the heat of the moment, you shouted for them to run; for you would distract the soldiers. Tomo and Kazuha both tried to ignore your order and keep on fighting but were soon met with a sting on their arm. The rising sun drawn on their arms practically shone with the color of your vision, and it was hard to ignore how much of your vision you were using.

“I said, GO!”

They had no time to disagree with you, for another soldier swung the sword at both of them. You saw them running in the corner of your eyes, assumably heading in different directions before focusing on the battle in front of you.

Your anger manifested into your attacks, your arms glowing.

How… How could the Shogun be so cruel..? How could she just determine that Inazuma's hopes and ambitions were useless? How could she take the people closest to you away…?

The soldiers fell to the ground one by one as they tried to get back up. With the last of them wounded temporarily, you ran as quickly as you could. Trying to find Kazuha and Tomo, you lifted your hand to block the light and search far and wide…

Only to find nothing.

Your heart felt as if it stopped and a new sense of fear rushed through. What if they were hurt? What if they were lost, or found by the soldiers? Or worse…What if they were lying dead?

What if what if what if what if what if what if WHAT IF-

You look down and see the maple tree and the koi fish glowing; purple and teal were coloring your arms. The glow didn’t sting, so you knew they weren’t out in battle, but they were out there. They were alive.

You sighed in relief, but it didn’t last long when you heard soldiers yelling to find you. You quickly hid under the trees and took one last look at the view ahead of you. The distance grows the heart fonder, and in this situation, much, much more disquieted.

And for the first time in what seemed like forever, you were alone. And you felt it in your soul.

Before you met Kazuha and Tomo, you were alone. You wandered around, knowing you were to be by yourself. You were just “yourself”.

But now that you know you were separated from them, it was terrifying.

Now, if someone asked “how are you”, the word “you” was Tomo, you, and Kazuha laughing along the trails leading to the city. “You” included the times you watched the stars, pointing to different constellations.

“You” included you, Kazuha, and Tomo.

And now that two-thirds of yourself were lost, you felt as if you would never relieve this pain in your heart.

Every day, you looked at your arms and were met with how dull they looked without the familiar purple and teal glow.

But still, you didn’t stop.

Wandering through a small town, you sat down on the grass to take a rest. There weren’t any soldiers around, and your face was hidden by a hat.

“Did you hear?!”

Your ears perked up at the stranger’s sudden shock.

“What happened? You seem so shocked.”

The stranger closest to you took a deep breath as if what he witnessed was a burden to his soul.

“Someone is challenging Kujou Sara in Tenshukaku, and the loser will face the Shogun's punishment… Last time I saw him, he had an electro vision…”

Your eyes widened. Please don’t be….he couldn’t have…

“Did you see him in person?”

“Yeah, I think he has some tattoos on his arms. I saw a tattoo of a koi fish and a maple tree on his arm-“

“Did you hear that?!”

The two strangers looked towards where you were but found nothing but a straw hat gently falling onto the grass.

Up ahead, your legs ran faster than your mind trying to make sense of it all.

Tomo.

Tomo.

You ran, and you ran, and when you felt like your heart was going to burst, you remembered Tomo, and you ran faster. Your legs felt like they were merely connected to your body, running to a place of its own. But what could you do, when your mind still couldn't find an explanation for all of this?

Tomo… why would he stand before Raiden's Musou no Hitomachi? He knew Kujou Sara was a potent individual, so why…

Thoughts lingered through your mind as you caught sight of Inazuma City. The thunder roared, and you realized it didn't have the spark it used to have.

Your hands shook as the Inazuma City you once knew was not your Inazuma City.

It felt too stiff. Too suffocating. You couldn't feel the cool air breeze through your hair, as the humidity made you want to turn back.

You force yourself to run down to the entrance of the city and Tenshukaku.

You were scared. More than scared. Your shaking hands held your vision close.

Would you see Tomo smiling in victory? Or would you see your vision go white from her strike? Would you regain your vision to see one of your closest friends lying in his blood?

Your pace grew faster and faster.

And faster.

And faster and faster and faster-

But when you stopped in front of the stairs where Tomo was supposed to be, you instead saw Kazuha run to you, panicked. And in his burnt hands, was a gray vision, with the markings of an electro holder.

You were too late.

You almost didn't hear Kazuha's desperate pleas as he grabbed your hand.

"[ Name ], we have to go."

You both ran down the stairs as soldiers ran after; their shouts ringing through your ears.

“You can't resist the Shogun's punishment, criminals!"

Ignoring their threats, you ran past Inazuma City’s entrance and soon past Konda Village. You couldn’t tell if the soldiers were still behind you, but it didn’t matter when all you could hear was their voices running through your head. You and Kazuha ran for what felt like hours. No matter how hard you tried to slow your pacing heart, Kazuha tugged your hand as he ran. You wanted to tell him to slow down, but you didn’t have the heart to.

You didn’t have the heart after you were too slow to save Tomo.

The rain poured as thunder roared in your ears. You and Kazuha ran into a cave and leaned against the wall to catch your breath.

Kazuha, sitting opposite of you, pulled out the gray, lifeless vision. His hands were burned, yet they gripped the vision painfully.

Your breath hitched. Your throat closed in on itself, and your memories of Tomo flashed through your eyes.

Tomo.

Tomo.

Tomo.

Before you could stop yourself, the tears matched the rain out of the cave, and you shakily held Kazuha’s hands. Your tears fell on the vision that once shined with the pride of an electro holder, and your agony couldn’t be held in you anymore.

A gut-wrenching cry of his name left your throat, and you let the cold, gray vision touch your forehead. Kazuha didn’t have the energy to wince; his tears hitting the ground.

The sun never shone that day. And the sun in your soul didn’t either.

After that day, both you and Kazuha stayed by each other’s side, graciously taking the help of the Kamisato clan to board the Crux.

Beidou’s crew were extremely generous to both of you, making sure you got used to life above seas. Yet, they always wondered why you and Kauzha were so quiet. You only talked to each other, and your interactions were short and dry.

As months passed, Kazuha grew to be much more chatty with the crew, even letting you hear his poems underneath the moonlight.

You were genuinely happy for him. Kazuha deserved to let the world guide his spirits without any hesitation. You never wanted the shine in Kazuha’s eyes to stop shining, unlike the fateful day you both witnessed.

But you…you never let it go. You couldn’t let yourself forget.

Too slow.

You were too slow to save him.

Working on the ship, you made sure your hands swiftly moved through your chores; making sure your lack of speed didn’t burden any of the crew. When you had time to yourself, your hands gripped your weapon and your steps were swift and sneaky. Your body ached to rest, but your heart disagreed. You were to make sure that this would never happen again. You were to make sure no one would lose their life because of you.

Kazuha watched your eyes struggle to open daily, your fingers bruised and sore, and the hours spent training without a minute to rest. Captain Beidou seemed to notice as well.

“Kazuha?”

His head turned to the side as his legs dangled over the side of the boat.

“Yes, Captain Beidou?”

She sighed, and she looked to make sure you weren’t near.

“It’s about your partner.”

Kazuha frowned.

“I am aware.”

“Please talk to them. They look like death is at their door. Does this have to do with going back to Inazuma?”

Kazuha nodded and turned his head back to the sea.

“The wind tells me of their concerns. I hear the fears that crawl through their mind. The sun doesn’t shine in their soul like it used to.”

He looked down at his arms as the color of your vision glowed on his arms.

Beidou patted Kazuha’s shoulder in solace.

“I understand. Just…please get a chance to talk to them. I wouldn’t want a part of my crew working themselves to death. As a part of the Crux, you guys have a support system behind you. If you ever need us, you know where.”

Kazuha smiled and whispered a “thank you”, as Beidou returned to help the crew navigate the ship. He looked over at you, who came back from training, and smiled. You gave a tired but soft smile back, before leaving to finish up chores.

The sun was no longer visible as the crew finished their tasks and headed to their cabins. Instead of resting, Kazuha watched over the seas. The moonlight hit his face, and the black ink swiftly glided over his journal.

“I was wondering where you could’ve been. You weren’t in the cabin.”

Kazuha turned to see you walking up to him. Your eyes pleaded to shut, and for a moment you were about to fall asleep standing up. Yet, you still went to make sure Kauzha was okay.

Kazuha cupped your face, and you leaned into his touch.

“Kazu…”

“Do you wish to hear something I wrote?”

You slowly nodded. Kazuha looked at his journal and whispered.

“Rising sun hidden,

the world’s horror blinding you,

my sun stays fearful.”

When Kazuha looked back at you, he almost giggled at your sleep-deprived state. Your eyes were closed, and you leaned into his hand like a pillow.

“Mmm…? That’s nice, Kazuha…”

He smiled at your attempt to stay awake. “Let’s get you to bed, sleepy.”

Your head landed on his shoulder as you shuffled your feet. Kazuha sighed in relief that everyone was in their cabins. He wouldn’t be able to take the crew’s teasing if they ever saw the comical sight of you two.

As soon as you caught sight of your bed, you fell into it and brought the soft blankets up to your chin.

You were dead asleep, it seemed.

Kazuha climbed into bed and laid his head next to yours. With his eyes drooping, Kazuha whispered one more thing before falling into slumber.

“My rising sun. Please don’t hide yourself away from everyone. We’re always here for you. I’m here. Always.”

When Kazuha fell asleep soon after, he never noticed the tears on your skin.

You whispered back. “Thank you.”

After that night, Kazuha was thrilled to see you walking around the boat with more energy, even taking the time to sit with Kazuha as he mused over his poems.

Kazuha recently had started to see if he could somehow ignite the purple glow into the vision, while you had no hope for it.

“Kazuha… are you sure?”

“I want to at least try once. After all, it couldn’t hurt, would it?”

“I guess…”

You both meet a blonde traveler with fiery gold eyes. As the Traveler competed throughout the contest hosted by Beidou, you couldn’t help but notice Kazuha’s keen interest in the traveler.

“You’ve been staring at the Traveler for quite a while. What’s up with that?”

Kazuha hummed. “The wind tells me that this humble traveler is going to be more important to our journey than it seems.”

He paused. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. Just wondering, that's all.”

You both stayed silent as you watched the duels unfold.

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

You gasped and almost choked on your spit. You turn your head to Kazuha who grinned mischievously.

“Huh?! Where did you get that?!”

Kazuha pretended to act bewildered at your reaction. “Your reaction is quite defensive, dear. That says quite a lot, doesn’t it?”

“You…you! I never thought of you being so cunning and devious!”

Kazuha giggled, and you smiled back. “I’m just teasing. Although, I wasn’t necessarily wrong.”

You scoffed with faux anger. “Focus on the duels, Kazu…”

As expected, the Traveler was victorious in the duels, since the last challenger was nowhere to be found.

Suspicious of the no-show, Kazuha checked to see the award to find nothing in the chest. Kazuha’s eyes widened and his tone lost its playfulness.

“Someone stole the vision.”

You quickly stood up to check yourself and were also greeted by a visionless chest.

Beidou’s voice echoed to the crew. “Everyone start searching!”

You soon found the vision to be with a treasure hoarder. The hoarder begging for his life, Kazuha sighed and confiscated the vision. You and Kazuha were quite impressed with the Traveler’s ability to wield elemental power without a vision.

All that the Traveler asked was to be taken to Inazuma. With final warnings and hesitations from you, the Traveler was to board the ship with you to the land of eternity.

When the ship did reach the docks, the Traveler and Paimon immediately hopped off and looked at the beauty of Inazuma.

With hesitation you walk to the wooden dock, the Inazuman breeze flowing past you.

The Traveler looked back and smiled at you and Kazuha. “Thank you so much, you two.”

You smiled back, shaking your head. “No worries. Just make sure to remember what I said. Don’t want you to get hurt, ok?”

Kazuha snickered next to you. “You sound like a parent. But please do heed caution. May you meet us again, Traveler.”

Paimon laughed, “Alright, alright, we’ll see you later!”

Paimon and the Traveler waved before they headed to Ritou.

Beidou suddenly walked past both of you, before saying she wanted to take the Traveler to Thoma. You both nodded, promising to watch over the ship.

As you returned to the ship, Kazuha looked over the horizon into Ritou.

“Worried?”

Kazuha hummed.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Will the Traveler be alright? I understand the incredible ability to have elemental power without a vision, but…”

“But…?”

He looked down at his arms and stared at the koi fish. “Tomo.”

You looked down onto your arms and stared into the grey koi fish. "Tomo…"

You willed yourself not to shed a tear and squeezed Kazuha's shoulder. "We're not going to let anyone else lose their life and their vision. Not even the Traveler. The dreams of Inazuma will not be stuck to rot in eternity. You got it?'"

Kazuha looked back at you and smiled, wiping a tear from his eye. "Yes, we will."

You took his hand and pulled him towards you, wrapping your arms around his back. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and you pressed your lips to the top of his head.

You quickly lowered your voice before continuing. "I think the Traveler has a major role in the freedom of Inazuma. The Traveler has a lot of power with no vision."

Kazuha hummed in agreement.

"Yet… I fear the Shogun will be displeased with the Traveler’s ability to change her view of eternity."

"The shogun wouldn't be pleased with anything, Kazuha. But in retaliation, do years of anger ask whether anyone's feelings would be hurt?"

A moment of silence, before Kazuha whispered, "You're right. Thank you, dear."

You loosened your embrace to kiss him on the forehead. "Let's go eat something. I'm sure I saw the chef cooking the fish well."

Kazuha laughed, and you swore to the Shogun that nothing, not even her, could take Kazuha from you.

You both walked to the kitchen to fulfill your stomach's desire, and you made your heart promise to you that day to never stop fighting for Inazuma. For your heart desired to love Inazuma, and in turn, Inazuma would always welcome you home.

Months of preparation and months of aiding the resistance, you and Kazuha finally step foot in Inazuma, fighting with Kokomi and her resistance to let the Kujou army retreat.

The Traveler and Paimon were very happy to see both of you, telling you of their journey and the fight with the Shogun herself. Kazuha’s and your eyes widened at the tales they told.

“Like… fighting the Shogun?”

“Technically? Thoma and I ran out as soon as possible and I came to the resistance.”

You were awed by the Traveler’s skill and wit to not be killed by the Shogun. You knew that they were extraordinary, and the Traveler did not disappoint, soon finding out about the delusions being handed out.

You couldn't be surprised at the Fatui's inhumane crimes. But the severity of the damage. The lives lost to their carelessness. The dreams which no longer thrived.

Your fingers and arms shook with anger. You tapped your fingers on your leg to resist pulling out your sword and stabbing the wall.

The Traveler gave you a joyless smile, understanding your pain.

The Traveler went off to fight Raiden Shogun, and Kazuha, the resistance, and you stood outside Tenshukaku. You were discussing tactics to negotiate when the Traveler came back out smiling.

You all watched the Traveler and Paimon walk out of Tenshukaku with a triumphant smile. You were about to run to the Traveler to praise them when a flash of electro appeared behind them. Your eyes widened and you swore you almost saw flashbacks running through your head.

The shogun emerged behind the Traveler and raised her sword.

You couldn't do anything. She was going to kill another person.

The adrenaline ran through Kazuha's body, and he ran towards the Shogun with his sword out.

You saw a flash of purple overwhelm your vision, and you already prepared yourself to see the Shogun's purple glow kill Kazuha.

What you didn't expect was to see your arms glowing in purple and teal. Looking up, you saw Kazuha’s vision glowing as his sword clashed with the Shogun's. Close to his vision, Tomo's vision glowed a vivid purple. The vision glowed brighter and brighter, and as your arms glowed an insane purple, Kazuha struck the Shogun back.

Tomo.

Tomo.

The vision.

The vision lit up.

You whispered.

"Holy shit."

Kazuha was knocked back by her sword and fell backward. His sword stabbed itself into the ground, and he kneeled in pain.

You and Gorou rushed to him to make sure he was alright. You looked at the visions on his belt, before looking back at the Shogun.

Anger bubbled in your throat, and adrenaline ran through your veins. Your vision revealed itself and glowed profusely. The tattoos on Kazuha's and your skins glowed. Before you could process your own emotions, you stood and let out a gut-wrenching, demanding yell. But it wasn't painful like that fateful day. It was of rebellion and hope.

"Charge!"

You ran towards the Shogun with your weapon in your hand and your heart laid out in plain sight.

Except it wasn’t for the Shogun to shatter. It was for the Inazuman kids who dreamed of going into the world. It was for the Inazuman shopkeepers who always looked at the ocean longingly. It was for the Inazuman vision holders to freely let their vision guide them through their ambitions. It was for future electro-holders to make a difference in their lives. It was for Inazuma to glow its purple light throughout Tevyat. It was for Inazuma. This was for Inazuma and it’s forever changing people.

Gorou soon ordered to attack, and the resistance fighters ran beside you towards the Teyvat.

So this is what Tomo felt, you thought. You were to be insane for fighting, but you would be damned to give in to the Shogun. Because do years of anger ask whether anyone's feelings are hurt?

The shogun seemed unfazed by the army charging at her and opened the Plane of Euthymia. The Traveler fell inside, and she shut the seeming new realm. You tried to grab the Traveler back, but the Shogun was faster. The Plane closed, and you cursed at the winds. You looked to the skies to see gray clouds fill the skies.

Why were you too late every time?

You stopped to catch your breath and looked at the ground where the Shogun stood.

The electro-marked ground darkened from the rigorous and desperate fighting to be free.

You looked back at Kazuha and looked back at the fighters who were paused in their steps. Their eyes widened at the disappearance, and their eyebrows were furrowed from the anger, which turned into confusion.

Your voice echoed down the staircase, and it felt like you were yelling to all of Inazuma.

“To all who have visions! To all who have lost theirs!”

Eyes of fighters watched you with curiosity. Crimson eyes watched you with admiration.

“Our visions are a symbol of life to all! With the Shogun’s order to take them away, our humanity is stripped away from us to fit us into a mold of unattainable eternity! To all who have visions, don’t hide yourself anymore! Our ambitions, our dreams, our emotions, and our humanity shouldn’t be diminished to a name on a gravestone! Everyone, pull out your visions! Channel the overwhelming emotions in your heart to your vision! Let the Shogun hear your wishes no matter how far she is, for she is omnipresent!”

The fighters yelled and made their presence known. Some of them closed their eyes to let their visions glow, and you soon joined them. Your heart raced, and your arms glowed the color of your vision. You felt electro cackle around you as it stroked your skin.

The statue outside Tenshukaku glowed in different colors: dark blue, crimson red, bright teal, light blue, gold, and electrifying purple.

The fighters kept envisioning their power in their visions for as long as they could. They didn’t leave, standing with their hand on their vision for as long as they needed to.

And with every action comes a reaction.

The Plane of Euthymia reemerged, and the Traveler fell out of its opening. Bruised and tired, but alive the Traveler seemed.

Gorou, Kazuha and you rushed to their aid. The fighter stood close in case another attack were to happen.

“Traveler, what happened? Are you okay?!”

The traveler struggled to catch their breath but spoke small words as they recovered.

“The…the Vision Hunt…Vision Hunt Decree…”

Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. What did the Shogun want now?

You spoke in confusion. “The Vision Hunt Decree? What does she want?”

The Traveler raised their head and closed their eyes in bliss. Sweat dripped from their face, and they smiled.

“The Vision Hunt Decree. It’s over. It’s gone. Your pleas and protests got to her.”

Your mind stopped all thoughts.

…What?

Blue and crimson eyes widened at the Traveler’s statement.

Your voice unusually got quiet. “You’re joking, right?”

The Traveler laughed, more out of euphoria. “I got back from almost dying from her sword, and you’re asking me if I’m joking? Tell the entirety of Inazuma. They deserve to know this; this is for them.”

You stood up in a daze and shouted.

“The Vision Hunt Decree is over! The Vision Hunt is over!”

The resistance fighters roared in joy. Their steps, running down the staircase, echoed to the winds, and the winds blew in freedom.

Your body ran down the stairs with them, and your voice cracked with emotion as you shouted down the steps of Inazuma City. People stood outside to check the commotion and were instead met with a new sense of freedom. Visions hidden in homes began to glow, and the cheers and laughter of Inazuma echoed around you.

Overwhelmed with too many emotions, you stopped in your tracks when you felt your vision getting blurry. Behind you, Kazuha shouted for your name repeatedly. You looked behind and were almost tackled into the ground. Kazuha’s shoulders shook as he wrapped his arms around you. You responded in kind and sunk your knees onto the floor.

You both wept in joy. For the people you have lost, and for the people who are given freedom.

Kazuha’s voice cracked as he spoke,” We did it. It’s over.”

You cried even more in his arms. Kazuha held your hand as his endless tears journeyed down his face.

“Do you… Do you think Tomo is happy with us?”

At the mention of his name, Kazuha gritted his teeth and almost let out a sob. He raised your head with his hand on your jaw, and you finally saw Kazuha’s tear-stained face. He quickly tried to rub them away, but you were faster. You gently put your forehead on his and closed his eyes.

Kazuha closed his own and whispered in the abode of two lovers’ embrace. “He would be so proud. He would be watching us right now and grin at his glowing vision.”

“Maybe he’s probably cursing at both of us for the non-stop crying.”

Kazuha let out a watery laugh. “He would, but you would be arguing back. Non-stop bickering between you guys.”

You almost gave a snarky response when you felt the sunlight caress your skin. You looked up to find the gray clouds giving way to the sun, and you were enamored with the blue skies that grazed over Inazuma. Kazuha looked up as well, and as the city of Inazuma saw the sun in its glory, no one noticed the slight glow of purple koi fish on bruised, yet glowing skin.

mccnstruck. do not repost or plagarize my work.

[sunriize]

riize as bollywood songs!

warnings! lyrics are messed around with so it makes sense

shotaro as ...

tu jaane na from ajab prem ki ghazab kahani

“how should i tell you that i want you? i’m not able to say that, my friend. of what my heart misses to tell you, my eyes will, but you just dont get it..”

eunseok as …

ilahi from yeh jawaani hai deewaani!

"the evenings are in frenzy, and the nights are like a tunnel, no one knows what will happen tomorrow. living life is about now.”

sungchan as ...

maahi ve from kal ho naa ho!

"on your wrist, the bangles jingle, on your ankle the anklet chimes. my sweetheart, you speak with your eyes and you dance in my heart. you are beloved, my sweetheart"

wonbin as ...

chaleya from jawan!

"love is what forms the heart, and this heart has fallen in love. i've left everything behind to become yours, i don't want to love you with restrictions”

seunghan as …

tum jo aaye from once upon a time in mumbai!

"we are divinely connected. i've decorated you on my lips, and sung you like a story. i've attained you, and hidden you from the world"

sohee as ...

piya o re piya from tere naal love ho gaya!

"my world exists wherever i find you, all my brightness is only there due to you, my beloved, oh my dear, i'll sacrifice myself for you"

anton as ...

o maahi from dunki!

"my beloved, you have the right on my loyal love, i'll be yours till the end of the world, my beloved."

a/n : i finally got around to doing this 🙏😪 i was initially gonna post this after riize as punjabi songs! but it got deleted off my drafts so i had to do it again 😭 hope u guys enjoy <3333

[apothecaryscript]

Greetings in Japanese

Good morning. → おはようございます(Ohayo gozai-masu.) To someone close, just “おはよう(Ohayo)”.

Hello. / Good afternoon. →　こんにちは(Kon’nichiwa.)

Good evening. →　こんばんは（Konbanwa.）

Good night. → おやすみなさい(Oyasumi-nasai.) To someone close, just “おやすみ(Oyasumi)”.

Good bye. →　さようなら(Sayonara.) / To someone close, バイバイ（Bai-bai.）=bye-bye

See you. →　またね（Matane.）、じゃあね(Jaane.)

When you go out : いってきます(Itte-kimasu.) We say it every time to our family.

I’m home. →　ただいま(Tadaima.) / ただいまかえりました(Tadaima kaeri-mashita.)(More polite)

Welcome home.　→ おかえり(Okaeri.) / おかえりなさい(Okaeri-nasai.)(More polite) / おかえりなさいませ(Okaeri-nasai-mase.)(Most polite)

When you start eating meals : いただきます(Itadaki-masu.)

When you finish eating meals : ごちそうさま(Gochiso-sama.)

Nice to meet you. → はじめまして(Hajime-mashite.)

Special word : ごきげんよう(Gokigen-yo.) This word can be used to mean both hello and goodbye, only by some upper class people. We ordinary people don’t use it.  In the Apothecary Diaries, it’s used in the rear palace.

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Episode 5 : Covert Operations

猫猫「ごきげんよう、壬氏様。何かご用でしょうか」

Maomao “Gokigen’yo, Jinshi-sama. Nanika goyo deshoka?”

Maomao “Greetings, Master Jinshi. What business do you have with me today?”

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Episode 5 : Covert Operations

壬氏「ごきげんよう、玉葉妃」

Jinshi “Gokigen-yo, Gyokuyo-hi.”

Jinshi “Greetings, Concubine Gyokuyou.”

玉葉妃「あら、ごきげんよう」

Gyokuyo-hi “Ara, gokigen-yo.”

Concubine Gyokuyou “Oh, greetings.”

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Episode 6 : The Garden Party

梨花妃「行きますよ。ごきげんよう」

Rifa-hi “Ikimasuyo. Gokigen-yo.”

Concubine Lihua “We’ll take our leave. Have a pleasant day.”

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As for “Welcome home”, there are following lines in Episode 14 ‘The Raw Fish’;

猫猫（それにしても、何に使おう～？あの、干からびた虫から伸びた枯葉色の茸…！薬酒にしようか？丸薬にしようか？ウフフフフフッ…）

Maomao (Soreni-shitemo, nanni tsukaooo? Ano hikarabita mushi-kara nobita kareha-irono kinoko…! Yaku-shu-ni shiyoka? Gan’yaku-ni shiyoka? Ufufufufufu…)

Maomao (By the way, what should I use it for? That mushroom the color of dry leaves growing from the dead insect! Should I make medicinal booze?! A pill?!)

猫猫「おかえりなさいませ」

Maomao “Okaeri-nasai-mase.”

Maomao “Welcome home!”

壬氏「んっ！んっ！」

Jinshi “N! N!”

猫猫「えっ…」

Maomao “E…”

高順「何事ですか？！」

Gaoshun “Nani-goto desuka?!”

Gaoshun “What’s going on?!”

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In this scene, Jinshi came back when Maomao was just thinking about her favorite drug making, so she couldn’t help but say “Okaeri-nasai-mase”(the most polite way to say welcome home) with a big smile. Then Jinshi suddenly banged his forehead against the pillar over and over again, that surprised Gaoshun.

I guess Jinshi couldn’t believe Maomao’s big smile to him, and he panicked with joy! I like to see how pure he is.

[bandarrrrr]

ok so as yk im smol and in 10th, so today they showed us our answer sheets and somehow this fucking cunt of a teacher gave me 11/20. now it may seem like, 'you didn't studied so its your fault and not teacher's' but but but. i went to her regarding my marks and she goes, ;this is wrong' and when i counteract her, she goes, 'where it is written in the book' like miss, you can shove that book up yo ass, like can't i use my own words?? why do i have to particularly memorize yours?? and you tell me, is there any difference between 'less conflicts arise' and 'reduces conflicts' other that the phrasing?? like man, and she doesn't even wanna see it!!! back when took a test and i went to show her my answers. she legit said, 'haan haan jaan rahe kya likhi ho sab log wahi likhe h sahi h jao'. like wtf??

i was legit crying over this but some of my teachers consoled me, later during break the classteacher asked me why i was crying and i told her, then in comes this stuck up ass hoe (ex-friend) and she starts to cry, 'cause she only got 18/20??? like we get it, yo are an attention whore, but this ain't about you!

anyways, they showed 5 papers today and i scored well on most except sst. like i so wanna kill her!

i didn't even slept yesterday, i slept at 5 and woke up at 6:50 and then even went to school to get traumatised. like give me a break, it so hard dealing with these losers

Yk sometimes few teachers are ass, I faced similar shit in class 11th, in class 11th I applied for TC because I was going to opt for dummy schooling but after my application, our Vice Principal called me and asked me to stay because of my grades in class 10th, she told me that I would just have to give the Finals and nothing more so I agreed, cut to the finals of 11th, my class teacher who taught us Chemistry failed me and his bestfriend who taught us Physics also failed me, in short they failed me in class 11th just to get their grudge off, they didn't like the fact that I have given this special treatment so they took it out on me and when my father asked for my answer sheet they just refused and said sir we can provide you with the TC which will say that I passed, so in short, some teachers are ass, don't let them into your head, plus these 10th school grades won't even matter, you should just know if you are studying well and know stuff, if yes then you are good to go, and it's 10th grade, ENJOY THE FUCK OUT