#reaper of the drifting moon

[yichi-is-a-bitch]

This fucker just got one of the biggest glow-ups I've seen in a looong time! Like he went from average looking to fucking gorgeous in a flash.

I would gladly lay in a pit filled with demonic snakes for 7 years if I will look like that later on cuz like DAMN LOOK AT HIM.

10/10 would smash

[lindoesntwin]

THE REAPER

An orphan suddenly wakes up in a dark space and has to survive on moss and scraps of food for several months when one day, the door to his dark room finally opens and he found that he is not the only one in this grim situation.

Other titles: Death God of the Drifting Moon; Reaper of the Drifting Moon; Grim Reaper's Floating Moon

[love-at-first-blood]

Memes

-forgot to add 'made by tech n support'.

[mild-incompetence]

How it started:

How it’s going:

[kyuumon]

[the-midnight-blooms]

love will tear us apart | jwy

pairing: romeo!jung wooyoung x juliet!reader AU: 1920s au (inspired by Chloe Gong’s These Violent Delights) word count: 5.1k ATEEZ as angst tropes series: Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

masterlist

Trope: Lovers to Enemies

The white roses you gifted me, once laid at my feet. You begged I walk on them for every step I took on earth was a punishment against my holy beauty. They are now drowned within the red sea called hatred. I loved you once, your name plastered to me like skin on bone; your every touch thriving through my blood. Every fibre of my being pulsed to you, bowed to you, moved to the beating of your heart. They laughed at me, mocked me even, for being so infatuated with you- and I screamed and swore that you descended from above. That you were deserving of every part of me and now I am as much to you as meagre copper pennies to a rich man. A fool I was for falling for you, a fool I am for being in love with you.

The stars pulled over the surface of the night, blanketing over the scape of the city- the defined curvature of hanok roofs ascending towards the sky as if its goal was to pierce the clouds. The hood of her dark robe billowed in the wind, as she stealthily, she tiptoed across the skyline of houses and buildings of Seoul-rolling aimlessly through the night, haunting the city as she walked by. The night's breath hitched as she perched upon a rooftop, legs dangling over the precipice, staring into the soul of her target. Her fingers drummed against the sheath strapped to her waist, a bejewelled dagger obscured in plain sight. The mansion was large, golden-bricked walls stretching out at least a mile encasing an equally gigantic garden-the scent of freshly mawn grass lingering in the air. The lights in the home had penetrated from the small glass windows, the house itself silent. A few servants sauntered across the large hallways blowing out a few candles, a majority of the masters of the home absent. But the main man of the night, she needed was sprawled across his burgundy leather chair in his bedroom- a book resting on his laps but paying little attention to the literature.

“Do you still want to prove your loyalty to the clan?” Her father's words drifted out to her from the other end of the room. It was as if a steadfast cherry tree blew harshly into her face, at once attacked by the rushing of its petals hitting hardly against her, her soul magnetised by its beauty despite the coarseness of its intentions. As if she could reach her hands out to grab it anyway, so desperate to hold this delicate plant as it would break the thousand curses the universe bestowed upon her.

She would do just about anything to prove her loyalty again, it had already taken her father so long to forgive her for her sedition the first time around. Drawing out her dagger, her the tip of her finger danced along the rim of the knife- it had been so long since she had played the role of the Grim Reaper. Playing with one's life in her hands provoked a sense of glory within that had been dormant for so long. Her target's eyes drew out of the window, she was confident that she was well blended within the night, she challenged his suspecting stare; a smirk pulling at her lips when he shook as his head and turned away- as if to convince himself he was going mad.

But how madly in love had she once been for him? A man who she glorified. Held up on a pedestal. A man whom she loved like breathing. So innate and easy.

Jung Wooyoung. If only she could feel her heart beat to his name again. If only she did not want to kill him for every memory of him that infiltrated her head. The memory of his name falling from her lips coming back to her like the moon did every time the sun dipped beneath the horizon.

On a night where their stars aligned so perfectly, esteemed patrons meandered into the large Keun home. The ballroom was bustling with activity, filled with guests in every nook and cranny. Waiters flooded into the room with tall glasses of champagne and appetisers, the fancy dresses, a cacophony of sounds emptied into the heavy atmosphere.

The distant melody of sombre ballroom tunes echoed within her household as her father entertained corrupt politicians and business men. She had managed to excuse herself from the dinner party that the Keun family held once a year to flaunt their wealth that manifested from the massacre of innocent civilians and moral decay. Though she disagreed with her father’s despotism over the city, at the end of the day she was powerless and succumbed to being his personal mercenary and political tool. Retreating to her balcony, a breath of relief fulfilled her as the cool wind of the night waltzed upon on the surface of her skin. With eyes glazing across the scape of the village, she noticed a figure sat upon the rooftops gazing in her direction.

Wooyoung had been truanting the hanok roofs on that one night, fuelled by nothing but sheer boredom when he stumbled across the territory that he was prohibited against ever entering. Despite this, there was something about the air in Keun territory that tugged at him, perhaps it was the adrenaline junkie within him instilling a sense of euphoria when his life was in danger. It will kill you one day, his mother always nagged but he couldn’t care less. There was nothing or no one to live for. That was until her met her. An angel, as so to speak. Looking out into the city- face etched with a pondering look crossed with exhaustion. Her hair pulled back by a glimmering silver clip, loose strands of hair falling over her shoulders. There was something about her that sparked an interest, an interest transcending further than her beauty. Her stature was familiar to him, as if he had seen that same figure blending into the stars-slipping in and out of the same nightclubs and brothels where astute men who led the country revelled in. Where his father had told him to raise his blade against the men threatening the Jung aristocracy, this enigmatic shadow had gotten there first. He had tried his hardest to follow this mercenary and uncover their identity- but whoever they were, they were clearly sharper leaving no trail of footsteps behind for him to follow. One night, he saw a slight shape to their physique and it was smaller than a man's at that. He found himself staring at a potential suspect, but a resident of the Keun home-an assassin? In fact, she could very well be Mr Keun's daughter. Wooyoung had heard that both families had birthed the heirs to their thrones at the same time and she looked as old as him.

Their eyes met across the night. He waved and she waved back- waving to nothing more than a shadow in a void carved from the depths of her insanity. Or so she thought. For this madman was so allured by her, he needed to see in all her glory. As if he was too a beacon of a dying star, his body drifted towards her- scaling from rooftop to rooftop, then over the garden wall. Her hand drew towards her mouth, she wasn’t hallucinating at all. Who was this man?

Climbing up the walls, his hands finally gripped onto her balcony railing, stumbling backwards. A contented smile settled on his face, so mesmerised by her beauty. Words struggled to leave her lips, he chased as her a child did to a butterfly. She sunk in his appearance, following the curved structure of his nose, fox-like eyes that bored into her own. He was beautiful, there was no denying that.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

“I thought maybe I had died and reached heaven.” Dipping her head, she scoffed. He made his way half way across the village, just to flirt? What was he doing on the rooftops to begin with? Scouting for other assassins targeting her family? Or was he one of them? Cautiously, her hands slowly drew towards the knife strapped to her thigh. “Didn’t know Mr Keun gave birth to a beautiful daughter.”

“Goodness, are you one of my father’s men? Shouldn’t you be patrolling the streets not the rooftops?” She interrogated. There was nothing dangerous about the sky itself, everybody knew the roofs were too unstable and slippery to be walking on. However, this man seemed to defy gravity-the same way she did- when he moved along them. His unfamiliarity struck her hard, she knew her father’s men inside out, wearing the guise of an obedient daughter by day and assailant by night. He grimaced, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the balcony.

“Far from it my dear, I’m your biggest enemy.” With furrowed eyebrows she stared back at him. Biggest enemy? “I’m Jung Wooyoung.” He clarified. The name itself was a taboo in her own home.

"What are doing here?" the softness in her tone had been substituted with a coldness that gave him a slight discomfort. Still, his eyes wandered over to her silver clip that glinted in the night.

"I was looking for the Grim Reaper. I seemed to have found him, or her-rather."

"That's rather a rude thing to say a lady, no?" Perking her head up, Wooyoung smirked-the distance between them gradually closing.

"Depends on perspective."

"So, what's your perspective Jung?" She challenged. Her father's instructions hauled her. 'You are not, and I mean not, allowed to use your knife under any circumstances unless you are covered by a mask. No man should know you are my greatest weapon.'

"That there's a knife strapped to your right thigh." Sneakily his hand hovered above her sheath. His warm breath tickling her face. When did this he get close to her? Did she not hide it well? Her heart pounded as he moved closer to her ear. "Did you not think I'd notice, my precious?" Feeling the weight of his hand dawn upon her thigh, presumably to grab the knife; she grabbed for it before he could blink-pushing his body against the metal balcony. Knife fixed tightly against his throat.

"Why are you here, Jung?" Her words careful and instructive. She had disobeyed her father's orders but it was better than Jung having the upper hand.

"You can't kill me," he snickered. Her knife waltzed over his Adam's apple in a threatening manner. "Ok maybe you can. I really only ever wanted to know who was stealing my jobs. Didn't think it was a gorgeous woman." Of course it had to be that the first beautiful man she met had to be a Jung. The antagonists of her father's story. The Jung's and the Keun's had been old aged rivals for as long as time existed. Rivers of blood drowned the streets in the midst of their rage and envy. From birth both families brought up willing to bequeath god's greatest curse on each other. She had not even as so much seen a face of a Jung, but she recalled her grandma's folk memory of Jung men inhabiting such intoxicating beauty that made one want to abandon all their morals and venerate them under the emblem of desire. She understood it all now, and for years to come to she'd understand it a lot better than that moment they stood beneath the stars gazing into each other before she took back her rationality from the hands of ardour- and shooed him with the flick of her wrist.

“Leave before you get killed. If as so much as a word about me leaves your mouth, I won't hesitate to kill you." To tell the truth, Wooyoung was right to some extent. She couldn't kill him- if she did her family would be the first of people the Jung's would point to and chaos would ensue. The only problem that lied now was he knew who she really was.

"Until next time, my angel."

"There will be no next time." Rolling her eyes, her arms crossed over chest and huffed. As he climbed over her balcony iron grip on the railing as a descended down. Leaning over, she watched him as he climbed back up, cheekily placing a peck on her cheek.

"I prefer you with your hair down." His hand reached around her hair, pulling at the expensive silver clip. Hastily, he climbed down the building again, covertly jumping down; disappearing into the night.

Damn you, Jung.

Later that week, she sauntered down the cobbled roads- woven basket in hand filled with the seasonal fruits that her mother had sent her to collect from Monday’s market. The vendors being close family friends always provided the freshest fruit and a suitable price at that, despite the Keun’s family renown wealthy background. Nevertheless the farmer’s had the protection of the Keun clan, a vow that had never gone unbroken in the two decades since it had been established. A soft hum filled the air as a recognition of a melody she had acquainted her ears to drilled in her head. A figure walked synchronously with her- neck craning only for a scowl to be complacent on her face.

“What are you doing here, Wooyoung? If anyone catches you with me, you’ll be as good as dead.”

“So then I’ll see you tonight, same time, same place as before my precious.” Her steps had faltered, sending her family’s enemy a menacing glare.

“Listen, stay on your turf and we’ll stay on ours. Like it always has been. What do you want, Jung?" Wooyoung’s hand slipped into the inside of his jacket pocket. In his hands held her expensive silver hair clip she had spent the whole week mourning the loss of-a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

“Give it back!” She hissed, reaching out for it, but Wooyoung drew his arm back extending it further away from her.

“Now now, my angel. You can have it back tonight.” He softly whispered in her ear, placing a yet another devious sweet kiss below her ear lobe. The connecting of his lips against her skin was so soft, she could just melt into his touch, goodness it felt like a sin to be so allured by his charms. That night, Wooyoung came in again- perched on her balcony patiently awaiting for her to open the doors. He handed back her silver clip as promised. His hands drifted to her hair, tugging at the white ribbon that held it together, falling over her shoulders in loose waves. Sliding his fingers over her soft locks he tucked a strand behind her ear. The nerve of that man, where did he summon the courage from?

“I told you I liked your hair down.”

“I’m supposed to listen to your every wish now? Leave Wooyoung, and don't come back." She snapped, Wooyoung chuckled, as if unfazed by her indifference to his intimate actions.

“I will once I get my thank you kiss.” Rolling her eyes, she gently pushed the man. Walking past him to place her jewellery box in her wardrobe.

“Can I have my ribbon back?” she questioned, shutting the door to her wardrobe, but remaining in front of it as to keep some distance between them.

“I think I’ll keep it. Then that way I can come back to you every night.”

“So you’ll steal something every time you’re here?”

“Yes, as long as I can to see your pretty face over and over again.”

“Wooyoung.” Her tone firm, meeting with him was already too risky. Falling in love was practically begging for a death sentence.

“Please. Just a chance. One.” He begged, almost getting on his knees. Her mind wrought with conflict, the opposing forces gnawing at her brain. One side was utmost obedience to the Keun name and her father. The other was the desire to love and be loved. To know what it felt like to hold someone, for a life as an assailant deprived her of that. She just wanted to know what real love felt like, was that so sinful of her?

And she had felt it all in the following years her and Wooyoung spent under the cover of the night. Soon, past midnight when she was so sure that her family was asleep- she snuck out of her own home and ventured into the streets of their city into his restricted abode - exploring the large hallways of the desolate Jung estate. One night, a slow classical tune meandered into his room, his arm so carefully ensnared around her waist. Head on his chest, they swayed side to side the stars gleaming down at them blinking in their wake. It was then when he proposed the idea of marriage; her blood ran cold, dreading the day he would ask her.

“We can propose it as a form of alliance to our parents, a truce.” He suggested, prying. Insisting like he was asking for opium. For their love was like a drug he could not get enough of.

“So many years our family have been wrought in this conflict, centuries even. Do you even think they’ll agree?”

“Aren’t you tired of this age old rivalry? I am, I am so sick of it. I don’t want to be running this city, I just want to grow old with you.” Their heads leant together, she breathed in his scent, not knowing it was going to be the last time she was ever going to ever feel this emotion again.

Unbeknownst to them both, and despite their esteemed positions within their clans, the tension between the Keun’s and Jung’s seemed to have strained significantly within the past few months. Their targets stopped being fraudulent associates to important members of the opposing gang, to which both lovers felt limbs staggering when they picked up their weapons. A member of the Keun clan was murdered, thus a life was taken from the Jung clan. An eye for an eye, hand for hand, soul for soul. Bloodthirsty corporals of the Keun’s had once again inundated the streets, their insatiable appetite for violence sewing fear into the citizens of Seoul. Conditions were worsening and once the couple had realised, their meetings had significantly minimised- both heirs had become bound to their empty manors.

“Curse you, and your whole family.” A screech erupted through the walls of the Keun home, her attention snapping away from her cousin-Ki- who was sat in the parlour discussing the details of her engagement. The older woman had finally settled down, after years of defying against marriage, claiming to have her heart set on one man. In the end he never proposed to her. Pressure from Ki's family subdued to accept a proposal from a young, wealthy business owner.

Out of curiosity, she neared the window onlooking the vast garden to find a familiar figure on his knees. Blood dripping viciously from his face, his agonising grunts were muted by the thick walls. Her father’s soldiers continued to attack him-fist connecting with his face with such a brutal force. A breath hitched in her throat as soon as the soldier moved out of the way, the man’s face clear as day through the glass. She launched out of the room, sprinting out to her garden towards the scene. In a flash, before the man could raise his hands again- she flung her body at Wooyoung, encasing him in her arms.

“Miss Keun-,” the guard's voice was interrupted by her father’s voice screaming her name over the lawn, the abrasive dissonance jarring in her ears as she felt his presence eventually looming over her.

“Get away from him.” He instructed through gritted teeth. Stubbornly, she shook her head no as tears streamed down her cheeks, wiping her sleeve across her lover’s face blood staining her silk dress.

“What are you doing here, Wooyoung?” She choked out. A guttural cough escaped his throat, blood spluttering out like a broken engine, lungs screaming for air feeling the burn of a thousand hot knives piercing his skin. Resting his head against her collarbone, he wheezed out of exhaustion her palm gently rubbing up and down his back.

Her father jerked her away from him, the warmth of Wooyoung's body dissipating from her as her skin fulfilled with goosebumps. Stumbling towards her house, she looked back searching for Wooyoung who had collapsed to the ground in the absence of her hold.

“Bring him to my office.” Mr Keun roared. Two soldiers obliged, immediately lifting Wooyoung up to drag him into his enemy’s estate. The door to the office, flung open the heat, which would have once soothed her skin, burned her alive. Her cousin, hot on her heels, entered the study with them encasing her from her father's wrath. Nothing could stop the hatred Mr Keun held for his daughter, the same girl who he raised betrayed their age old conflict. This was not supposed to happen. None of it. Not their relationship being exposed like this. Not Wooyoung being beaten bloody at the hands of her father and certainly not what was going to happen next.

The wooden door blew open again, her lover being thrown into the room. A gasp escaped her lips, she treaded forward as if to reach out to his loving embrace again but the simultaneous tug from her cousin and Wooyoung’s hard stare repelled her away.

“First of all, I’d like to apologise Wooyoung. I know you didn’t kill Mr Seo." Good Lord Mr Seo is dead? Her father's right-hand man? Perhaps in light of her relationship with Wooyoung she had become completely blind to the politics. "My men will pay, and I will compensate for any damages.” Her father’s perception of the word 'compensate' was particularly vague and held varied meaning. Compensate by paying the hospital bill? Compensate by taking a life? Compensate by having Wooyoung choose a member of a Keun clan to beat to death?

“I’ll take no compensation now, Keun, but I will one day. You’re in my debt.” Wooyoung declared, holding his head high. Her father nodded in agreement, drawing away from his desk-stalking towards his daughter. Raising his hands, he struck a blow against her flesh; the sting vibrated under the bubbling of her blood. A yelp escaped from her, eyes meeting Wooyoung’s who had barely flinched at the sight. Mr Keun bunched up her hair, wrenching at it violently.

“Secondly, what affiliation do you have with my daughter?” A silence held within the room. The pain of her father’s abuse engraved on her skin, acuminating at her but she could not help but to think what Wooyoung was going to say. Her eyes held desperation. Free from this torment, please. Give me the life you know I've always wanted.

“Your daughter threw herself at me like every other whore in this city. And who am I to disagree a beautiful face, after all I did not know who she was.” She could not help the tears that slid down her cheeks. A whore. After all those years of loving him, laying her heart at his feet, venerating him- she was just a whore. It was her fault. She should have known that at the end of the day, he was a Jung and she was a Keun. It would never work, their relationship was doomed to fail from the start.

“I would say a little more than a whore don’t you think? It seems you were quite close.”

“What use would I be to her, if my body was too damaged to keep her warm at night?” Profusely, she shook her head as her father stared down at her in disbelief.

"Wooyoung," she sobbed, "Tell them the truth." Oh how disappointed was her father in her now? Had she not been taught to obscure her emotions? Yet here she was, sobbing her heart out-begging for her lover to take back all that he had said. To renunciate their titles together, and live their peaceful life together in a cottage far by the sea and a big family like they had always wanted.

"Remember that you owe me now." Wooyoung turned, reaching for the door handle, exiting the room. Escaping from her father's hold, she rushed after him.

“Fuck you, Jung Wooyoung!" Tears rushed to the forefront of Wooyoung’s eyes, she grabbed his shirt collar-his body oscillating back and forth as she threw all the swears she knew pounding her fists against his unwavering stature. Sinking to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. He brushed her aside, ambling down the hallway with a blurred vision. "Come back, tell them how much you love me." She whispered in her palms.

“Take her to her room.” Mr Keun ordered to her Ki, who bowed to his command urging her cousin to get up from the floor. Few of the servants who had stopped to watch the scene unfold, hastily scurried back to their duties over their master's threatening gaze.

Confined to the four walls of her bedroom, her body sunk between the cotton pillows clouded by the softness welcoming her skin. A weariness tugged at her, Ki stroking her hair.

"How could he do that to me? He said, he loved me." Ki cooed at her cousin, slipping into the covers-holding the younger girl's body as close as she could.

"Tell me everything." Ki encouraged, listening closely and drinking in every word her cousin proclaimed from how they met, their nightly adventures sneaking out of their homes, to Wooyoung asking for her hand in marriage. "He did it to save his own skin, my love. Think about it-he established the debt your father has to him. Had he said he wanted to marry you, Uncle would have murdered him in cold blood right there and then. That would have been all the more reason for a war to break out between our families. He had the upper hand, he played the game and won." Then all she had been to Jung Wooyoung was a pawn to leverage an upper hand against her father. To elevate his position, to make himself more powerful. To ultimately be victorious in this age-old conflict.

Over the years it had taken her time to estrange herself from him, but it proved too difficult since the day he alienated himself from their love, taking the remnants of her soul with him. Regardless, she looked out for the rumours about him, clasping onto every little detail as if she was a beggar seeking morsel. Trespassing the skylines, watching him, yearning for him until all of the adoration transgressed into the same hatred that was embedded within both families.

“What I am about to ask of you, you may place all the heavens and hells curses on me.” Mr Keun declared one evening, as he called his daughter back to his office. He stopped, taking the time to survey his daughter’s features. To see if there was any reminiscence of rebellion or betrayal that still laid within her. “I want you to kill Jung Wooyoung.” The nights breath hitched in its from, the stars still as the words suspended in the thick, tense air. It was almost as if, Keun had penetrated his hand through her body, wrapped his hand around her heart, squeezing the thing as tight as he could for she felt a foreign sense of pain looming within her.

“Won’t that start a war? That could endanger us, we’d be the first people they would point at. Did you pay off your debt?” She rambled, Keun held out his hand-as if it would silence her internal conflict.

“You don’t worry about that. Put your blade through his heart, don’t make it quick. Let him suffer, it’ll make it all the more enjoyable.” He spoke sadistically, the wicked grin on his face terrifying her.

So here she sat, opposite his bedroom, swinging closer to his balcony. Slipping through the doors, her figure remained by the curtains eyeing as Wooyoung blew out at his candles-abandoning his book by the chair. Crawling into his bed, as soon as his head hit the pillow she carefully made her appearance into the room.

"You've never been able to sneak up on me, Miss Keun. What makes you think you can do it now?" He sat up in his bed, a slight look of annoyance resting across his features.

"Maybe it’s the fact that you're completely unarmed and practically asking for it. You could have at least gone to bed with a knife, would’ve made it a little fun.”

“I think it’s fun enough that the woman that I love has come to kill me.” Before Wooyoung knew it, the knife was at his throat against again. The same way it had been when he first met her, though the look in her eyes a million times more crazed than it had been to begin with.

“You don’t get to say that you love me, Jung. After all I was only just your whore.” She spat through gritted teeth. “How would you like to die? Heart or throat?” They said death was predetermined, mapped out for you the second you were born. Here she was, defying the rules of mortality by giving him a choice. As if he had given her a choice when he killed her in her own home, many months ago.

“To die by your hands would be a blessing.” She scoffed, removing her knife from his throat, straddling him so he could not move. Not that he would be able to escape her even if he ran- she was always faster than him.

She remembered the time where she had stolen his beloved dagger, dashing through these very hallways, Wooyoung panting up the steps she raced on hypnotised by her graceful movements. She ran so fast it was almost as if her feet barely touched the floor. An angel floating in the clouds of heaven. How and when did she become anything less to him?

“You didn’t love me, Wooyoung. I was nothing but a pawn to you.” She breathed out, tears rushing to the brim of her eyes. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. He hurt me. “None of it was real, and so if your intention was to hurt me- you won.” The tear rolling down Wooyoung’s cheek charged a sense of resentment. How dare he cry when she was the one in pain?

“I did what I had to do. I may have been your lover, but before that I am the heir to the Jung clan.” For the last time, his hand drew towards her cheek- pressing his lips on her forehead. He smiled, those dimpled cheeks prodding at her morality.

He was denied his next breath when she mercilessly thrusted her dagger into his abdomen. Valves ripping as the blood bursted from its banks, gushing out of his wound like a waterfall. Her gloved hand slapped over his mouth, his muffled screams striking a chord.

“And before being your lover, I am the heir to the Keun clan.” Wooyoung eyes began to droop, her body trembling as his face paled. Kissing away his tears, their heads leaned together in the finality of his receding breaths. “I love you Wooyoung, but not so much that I won’t make you suffer for the pain you gave me.”

Slumping down onto the bed next to him, she cradled Wooyoung’s convulsing body in her arms, his cries echoing into her chest- tears soaking her cloak. His final breath hitched, into the night his last look was her face. Then his last thought was that when his soul awakened, he wanted nothing more than to see her face again- whether it be to plunge a knife through her own heart or live their life by the sea feeling the rushing of the waves lapping against the sand. Their children rushing around chasing each other as they watched. Hand in hand, arm in arm. After all, it was his love that teared them apart.

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A/N: FIRST POST-FINALS UPDATE!!!! I can finally finish the angst series now 😍 I was supposed to release Mingi’s first but never let them know your next move I guess? I don’t know how to feel about this one, might be a bit crap and may update in the future. Anyways, hope you guys have been well <33

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[justins-1-justan]

Doing spooky activities with total drama characters!

It's spooky season! ^=^

Dj!

Horror movies?

Hahahahah. No ♡

You both stay in and cuddle while watching the Simpsons Halloween specials while eating candy.

You also wear matching halloween pajamas!

The moon has long been in the sky this Halloween, younger trick or treaters had already gone home and the older ones which stayed were met by the cold autumn breeze. But bundled up in soft throw blankets, wrapped in each other's arms as the fire roars, is you and Dj. An old episode plays, you feel your eyelids grow heavy, you rest your head against DJ's shoulder as you slowly drift off to sleep.

Geoff.

You can probably already guess,

Of course you're both going to a Halloween party, if not throwing one yourselves!

Matching costumes!! This year you're the grim reaper and a ghost! Geoff is the ghost & you're the reaper ofc!

Laughter, music, and a cheerful energy paints the party. The flashing lights reflect in his blue eyes, he twirls you as the monster mash booms on the speakers. The two of you party all night, for a holiday that's supposed to be scary, it made such joyful memories.

Izzy!

You both scare the daylights out of trick or treaters.

Your job was to stand on the porch with the candy bowl, candy bowl which is filled with fun sized candy bars disguised as full sized ones.

Izzy's idea of course.

Meanwhile Izzy would hide in the bushes in her 'franken-izzy' costume waiting to jump out at trick or treaters.

You successfully made six kids, three teenagers, and one adult man cry. Congrats?

From your peripheral vision you can see a child in the horizon approaching, you stand in position on the porch. The child, dressed like a minion, steps onto the porch. Per Izzy's instructions you hand them the 'full sized' candy bar. They smile happily and thank you and then.... "BOOOO!!" Izzy yells out at the child. After causing the child to subsequently drop their candy, earning a glare from the child's parents, Izzy practically dies of laughter while holding onto your shoulder.

Scott.

Hehehahaha, he took you a grave yard.

Yep.

A grave yard.

The scheme is that you'll get so scared you'll fall into his arms.

.. Let's just say that doesn't go as planned.

The moon shines brightly down upon you and Scott walking hand in hand in this abandoned graveyard. Boredom creeping over you, an idea dawns. Holding back giggles, you loudly let out a piercing howl like scream, causing Scott to quickly jump and whip his head back towards you. He glares at you and let's go of your hand when he realizes you're fine, he continues the pace of walking you were formerly at, you quickly chase after him and grab his hand, giggling with murmurs of apologies.

Area fifty~one alien Cody~Clone from S3 EP15 & briefly S5 EP7!

Breaking him out of area 51 for the holiday wasn't as difficult as you would think!

After convincing the guards you were a trick or treater, they left to go grab something to give you, then you simply walked to where he was being held and busted him out.

Since he had been in a government facility for years, he's never seen a scary movie before! Oh no!

So you decided to take him to the local AMC and see the latest horror movie.

You bought him popcorn and a slushie.

The two of you sat in your seats, interlocking your hands as their movie starts. The first jump scare happens and instinctively, you grip his hand tighter. Only to hear him let out a whaling scream. You turn towards him and your face pales as your boyfriend's arm turn completely into green goop.

Bridgette!

You both go pumpkin carving!

She carves a sailboat meanwhile you carve a classic jack o' lantern.

More matching costumes!! She dresses as a mermaid meanwhile you're a prince/princess!

The smell of pumpkin surrounds the kitchen you are both sat on the floor of, you look up from carving your pumpkin to see Bridgette dead focus on carving the perfect pumpkin, to the point she doesn't notice the pumpkin guts on her cheek. Giggling to yourself you wait for the next time she's turning her pumpkin around to scoot closer to her. You wipe the pumpkin guts off of her cheek, she turns her attention towards you for a brief second and you take the opportunity to sweetly kiss her cheek. Successfully catching her off gaurd.

[enoe-of-noen]

Significance

GN!Mc x Obey Me

A/n: I didn’t know who to put so, just imagine your fav character or something :/

The party had been too loud, it stung Mc’s ears. They desperately looked for an exit, avoiding crowds of demons. The room was suffocating, they couldn’t handle it.

They made their way onto a balcony and sighed as they looked up to the Devildom’s dark sky, the bright moon illuminating the ground below. They hummed at the sight, leaning on the railing. Suddenly, they heard footsteps and turned their head to see (character).

“Mc? What’re you doing out here?” He asked, Mc having no answer but a tired smile. “Needed some fresh air,” they replied, their eyes drifting back to the sky. It was an exhausting evening, they couldn’t wait to get home.

(Character) approached their side and stood next to them silently, following their gaze. It was calming, having his presence near. It was endearing. Such a highly acclaimed creature spending time with a simple mortal. It was baffling, really.

Whether he had been an old demon, an angel, a fallen angel, an immortal sorcerer, or a grim reaper, Mc was still a mere human. Weak and fragile compared to him. What were they to do?

“Mc,” his voice stopped their thoughts. The curiousness in his voice made their heart flutter as they turned their head. “Yes?”

“Are you alright? You seem..out of it.” His brows furrowed slightly as his voice was laced with concern. It made Mc chuckle lightly, only confusing (character) more. What was so funny?

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“About what?” He asked, eager for a response. It took a minute before Mc could find the right words.

“What am I to you?”

“Huh?”

“What am I to you?” Their gazes connected, sending a chill up the (character’s species) spine. It caught him off guard, processing what they were saying. The look in their eyes hid something underneath. A sadness perhaps? He immediately cleared his throat and spoke.

“A dear friend of mine. I couldn’t imagine my life without you,” he answered, hoping it was to their standards.

Mc simply hummed, looking over the balcony. “Was that not the correct answer?” He thought nervously, tilting his head to look at Mc. “That’s real nice of you, (character).” They smiled, making his heart skip a beat.

“Then…why do you still seem sad?” Despite their soft smile that took his breath away, their eyes told a different story. It didn’t surprise Mc, but how they wished he didn’t notice.

“(Character), you’re very special to me,” Mc turned to face them. (Character) raised a brow.

“I love you, with all my heart. Change…was hard at first. But getting to know you, to be near you, to talk with you, it showed me life is so much bigger than me. Even bigger than you. It hurts to be so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. It hurts to always be reminded that I’m just a mere human. It hurts…to be me.”

(Character) listened attentively, wanting to be there for his hu- no, Mc. He held their hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “..I know I shouldn’t feel this way about it. That I should accept it.” They teared up, clenching one of their fists.

“Mc..” he whispered. “What do you see in me?” Their pleading gaze struck him, his breath caught in his throat. Yet, he smiled softly, cupping their cheek.

“You shine, Mc. Your every accomplishment brings a smile to my face. The way you beam in the most difficult situations. I mean, what you deal with everyday is so much more than I imagine most humans deal with. Demons, angels, wizards, reapers, monsters alike. You are a strong person, Mc.”

Mc was on the brink of tears, their heart racing hearing word after word spill out of his mouth. It was as if it was second nature to him. They took a deep breath and sighed, a weight lifted from their shoulders. (Character) finally saw it, a calm smile on Mc’s face. And a bit of blush too. It made him chuckle.

Mc noticed and chuckled nervously themselves, walking away from (character). “The party is still going on, we should probably go back.” They scurried off, leaving (character) alone.

Left dumbfounded, he followed them back inside, sticking to their side until the night ended.

I had the idea at 3 am but got too tired to finish and I forgot in the morning.

[thorns-and-rosewings]

And now here we are at part 9 of the Reaper King AU💀, I know it's been a while since I updated but unfortunately life has a habit of throwing wrenches into plans. Sorry about that...

TW: As usual, disturbing imagery and some sensitive topics being brought up.

-Bloodmoon is just pissed off beyond words which is extremely evident as he grabs Sun and fully prepares to mangle him-

Harper: FREEZE!

-The Bloodtwins barely stop a millimeter from Suns face and cast a very annoyed look back to the park ranger who just walked into a group of cryptids like it was nothing.

Bloodmoon: This is revenge! We want to kill them SOOO bad! Don't interrupt this!

Harper: I'm only interrupting because your dad called; he's coming to see what is going on... And to hold off any killing until he gets here.

-Bloodmoons look of irritation quickly evaporated into one of smugness and he let out some barking laughter as he looked down at the still bound forms of Sun and Moon before him.

Vamp: Ohhh dad's gonna handle you two himself!

Lycan: So you're already dead, hope you have your funeral plans laid out already!

-Moon growls hatefully at the gathering of supernatural creatures before him but his eyes narrow as he looks at Harper with particular malice.

Harper: No, I do my job. I try to keep people alive who come here, but if you're are stupid or just outright unlucky... Well... I gave warnings. Nothing else I can do.

Moon: So... you're working with these freaks?

Banshee: (Chuckles) You're dating our dad too.

Moon: Oh God...

Harper: (Laughs) And of course, that's a major reason why I don't care if stupid people die.

-Wendigo shifts around until he is essentially sitting in a 'cat loaf' position. The massive creature looking over at Bloodmoon and the younger monster kids close to him.

Wendigo: Did Dad hear the call from all the way on the other side of the mountain? I thought that's where he said he was hunting today.

Harper: I don't know if he heard it per say; all I know is that he said that his 'Dadcode Sense' was going off and he was coming to see whatever was going on for himself... I think he's got the most powerful parental instincts there ever were, so I wouldn't question it.

-Wendigo chuckles as this is seemingly agree upon by all of the creatures present.

-As absolutely bizarre as it is for both Sun and Moon to witness... They watch this group of horrifying miscreants, even BLOODMOON, get along. Chatting as casually as if there was nothing weird at all with the situation. Hell Bloody several times even playfully pats at the vampire and werewolf twins. His actions showing no hint of malice; as he truly viewed the entire lot as his family and treated them as such.

-Suns gaze continued drifting to all of the different monsters in front of him. And somehow Sun can see them each as the children they were before they transformed... He doesn't know HOW he is doing this, but the thought that all these kids had their humanity taken from them by Killcode and Bloodmoon somehow nearly makes him sick.

-He suddenly notices that the little blue flame atop Bloodmoons head has a pair of white eyes and is actually watching him. Upon noticing that Sun was looking back at her she floats off... Those white eyes fill with tears and grows larger, roughly the size of a 5 year old and she stands next to Bloodmoon and just... Clings to him... He pats the little girls head and glares malevolently at Sun all over again.

Harper: (Noticing Wisp seeming distressed) Wisp honey, are you alright?

Bloodmoon: The bastards tried to kidnap her. Yet another reason we want them DEAD!

Harper: (Whistles) Wow... Hope dying quickly wasn't your plan because once KC hears that, well... You earned it.

-These words get cruel snickering laughs from the other monsters present.

-Yet this laughter was cut short as the entire area seemed to suddenly become veiled in shadows. A particular patch of darkness started to creep across the ground. Eventually stopping in the very center of this gathering... And then from this seemingly living shadow a massive clawed hand emerged before slowly the rest of the body was pulled out of the darkness...

-Reaper Killcode stood in all of his horrifying glory.

-After a moment there's a movement on his back and it became noticable that The Baby was on his shoulders. Only now she looked far more like a baby animatronic, one that closely resembled a tiny version of KC at this point. She moves from where she had been clinging to him like a little sloth and looks to Harper and extends a tiny clawed hand. While saying 'Mama!'

-The baby's name is now Shinigami. Or Shini for short.

-She is the only one of the Monster Family that truly views Harper as her mom...

-Harper is like the totally chill step-mom who is very respectful of boundaries and has made a massive genuine effort to become friendly with each of KC's kids. So even if she doesn't have any parental status to the kids she is given a certain amount of respect and they all are on good terms with her.

-Even the Bloodtwins and that was a massive life ACHIEVEMENT...

-Harper takes Shinigami into her arms as KCs eyes land on the bound forms of Sun and Moon and he is immediately bombarded with the story from Lycan Vamp and the Bloodtwins. While Wisp didn't say anything she gave a motion that she wanted to be held and KC picked her up and settled her into the crook of his arm.

-Only once he got the entire story did KC slowly approach Sun and Moon while slowly pulling out one of his scythes.

KC: Well well well... Out of all the individuals I never expected, nor wanted to see again... You two were at the top of the list.

-There is a brief conversation, mostly with Moon just snapping at Killcode demanding to know how the hell a whole forest just randomly shows up in there world eight days after he sent Bloodmoon and KC through the portal.

-This reveals that not only did the Monster Family (Their default title) NOT know how their home moved dimensions, but also revealed that eight days in this dimension was actually eight years in the dimension they had been in.

-But before anything else could be stated, surprisingly it is Sun who asks a question...

Sun: Did you steal a bunch of kids from their families and turn them into monsters?

-The question clearly made the tension rise amongst the entire group in the area. With many sets of eyes narrowing at the sunny animatronic. But the most extreme reaction came from Wendigo, who not only shot upright from his loafing position, now bipedal and being the height of an adult bull moose standing on its hind legs... He slammed his fist into a nearby tree, practically making it explode into a mist of splinters... He made a movement to lunge for Sun in his anger. Only stopped by Killcode holding up a hand, preventing him from advancing any further.

Wendigo: Shut your damn mouth! Our father RESCUED all of us!! Don't you dare insult him!

Banshee: (Tightening the chains binding Sun and Moon) Dad can WE kill them? I'm gonna rip that one's jaw off!

KC: (Sighs) It's alright kids, ease it up... Mere words are not enough to upset me. In fact I'm going to do these two a favor and overlook the fact that he even said anything at all. Considering... They may be useful to us.

Bloodmoon: You're joking! You can't be serious!

KC: Bloodmoon, what are our laws?

Bloodmoon: What does that have to do with-

KC: (More forceful) What are the laws?!

Bloodmoon: Never kill kids, never kill someone who can't fight back and-

KC: And never kill anyone you are indebted too... And like it or not; we are indebted to these two.

Bloodmoon: WHAT?!

KC: Had they not sent us through that portal, we would not have everything we currently do... We would not have our family. And I would rather not envision what our lives would look like then...

...an uneasy silence falls over the Monster Family as they listen to their patriarch, but he brings his scythe up closer to his face and inspects the blade...

KC: However... You did just attempt to kidnap one of my daughters. Which would under normal circumstances... I would cut you down where you stand. So that debt is essentially... Null...

Moon: So what the fuck are you doing then? You looking for an excuse to kill us? An excuse to bend your own rules?

KC: No... But I have to acknowledge ALL of the facts. Ultimately you're not entitled to any mercy from me at this point. BUT... You Moon, could be useful to me and my family.

Moon: ....how?

KC: We have been fortunate to not have any grievous injuries that need specialized repairs... But such a day could come. Be it for Bloodmoon, myself... Or my daughter Shini. But should that day come, we'd need someone with the knowledge, resources and the skills to do aforementioned repairs.

Moon: .....

KC: So here is my offer. We agree to a mutual deal... Should we need your assistance, you provide it. But mostly the arrangement would be that you leave us alone and we leave you alone.

-KC suddenly moves his scythe until it is perfectly level with Suns neck...

KC: Of course, this offer expires in 10 seconds... 9... 8... 7-

Moon: Okay! Okay! Fine! We'll take the deal!

KC: Wise decision... (Puts his scythe away and motions for Banshee to release the two from her chains, which she does and the brothers quickly stand up) Now get out of my sight...

-Moon grabs Sun by the shoulder and drags his brother away, careful not to spare a single glance at any of the monsters, Bloodmoon or the Reaper...

...This was not going to be fun to explain to Solar...

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Baby - Dream/Blue Fic

Media: Undertale AUs/UTMV

Genres: Established relationship, romance, domestic, cuddlin, talking about the future, talking about children, dialogue heavy (these bitches never shut up), human AU

Characters: Dream, Blue, King Nightmare (mentioned), Cross (mentioned), Reaper (mentioned. technically lol)

Pairing(s): Blue/Dream

CW/TW: Mentions of broken bones and near death experiences, talking about mortality and death, a single suggestive innuendo

Word Count: 1810 Words

“Dream…? Are you awake?” Blue asked softly, turning on his side to face the guardian that was in bed with him. He wasn’t sure why he had bothered asking, considering the sun wasn’t down and Dream didn’t pass out until the moon had broken over the horizon. It was almost impressive when it happened. Dream could go from being wide awake to passing out asleep in under a few seconds, sometimes mid sentence, mid conversation. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to stay up, his instincts just took over and made him pass out. He always got up at the crack of dawn as well, which Blue didn’t mind as long as he wasn’t woken up. Blue often wondered about it, had he always done that before all of the apple shit went down or what is a new development?

A question for another time, perhaps.

The bed squeaked under Dream as he turned over, groaning. Blue couldn’t help but rake his gaze up and down Dream’s chest. Dream wasn’t extremely muscular, not like Cross was, hoo-boy, what a hunk that royal guardsman was, but he was toned, and Blue loved pressing his lips against his upper chest and collarbone. He also loved looking at him, his eyes were always drawn to Dream, no matter the situation, or what he was wearing.

“Did you make me roll over just to perv on me?” Dream whispered, an eyebrow raised as he ran a hand through Blue’s brown curls.

“N-No!”

“Mmmhmmm.” Dream pulled Blue close by his hips, wrapping his arms around him. Blue melted into the touch. Dream was warm, and he could feel himself wanting to drift off into slumber. “Did ya’ just want to cuddle? You know I’m more than happy to do that for you.”

“No, well I mean, yes, cuddles always, but no?”

“...Is it yes or is it no, B? It can’t be both. That goes against the English language, I think.”

Blue huffed, reluctantly pushing away from Dream so they could be face to face. He met Dream’s golden eyes, and smiled. Dream was absolutely gorgeous, in every sense of the word. How had he gotten so lucky? What did he do to deserve someone so kind and so handsome? He reached his hand out, pushing a portion of Dream’s hair back into his silk bonnet.

“Thanks.”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“If it’s philosophical I’m going to sleep.”

“It’s not!” Blue laughed, allowing Dream to intertwine their fingers. He averted his eyes, burying the bottom of his face into his scarf. “Would you…um.”

Dream pushed back Blue’s bangs, “I won’t judge, just get it out.”

“Would you ever want to have kids…?”

There was a bout of silence, Dream’s eyes widening as he sat up in bed. Blue followed him, heart pittering in his chest.

“Kids?” Dream asked, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t upset, that much Blue could tell. He set the covers down by his hips, revealing his bare chest to the chill, night air. On the other hand, Blue kept the blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Mhm.” Blue shrunk away into his scarf, his fingers fidgeting with the end of it with his hands. “I’ve just…been thinking about it lately.”

“Having kids?”

“I guess so.” Blue met eyes with Dream, whose body language was completely relaxed. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Dream hummed, putting his arms back against the mattress, and leaning back. “Yeah…I, uh, I suppose I’ve never really thought about it before. Not even sure I can have kids. Does the immortality ‘n shit cancel it out or…? I mean, I couldn’t even get you pregnant even if I wanted to because-”

“I think you misunderstood me!” Blue sputtered, slamming a hand over Dream’s mouth. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he let go, flustered at Dream’s sly smile. Any smile of his was enough to send Blue’s heart into a frenzy, before Dream gestured with his hand to elaborate.

“I’m not talking about like, the, ahem, ‘logistics’ of it all. I mean like…raising kids. Would you ever be interested in raising a kid? Ever? Biological or otherwise.”

“Mmm…” Dream hummed, itching the side of his neck as he thought. “I mean maybe. Like I said, I never really thought about it, but I could probably be convinced. Obviously not right now, but maybe when Nightmare is off of our asses, we could for sure talk about it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I guess I’m not really passionate either way.” His hands pawed through Blue’s hair, playing with his frizzy curls. “I like interacting with kids, they’re funny as shit, but I don’t know if…I’d be able to raise one well, y’know what I mean?”

“But you’d be willing to think about it.”

“I would.” Dream pushed Blue’s bangs out of his eyes, getting slightly closer. “Why do you ask? Do you want kids?”

“I think so.” Blue murmured softly, falling back against his pillow, hands neatly folded on his stomach. Dream crashed back as well, laying on his side, his head being held up in his palm. “I-I mean…there’s a lot I want to do. I just don’t think I have the time to do it.”

“Of course you have time.”

“Eighty years.” Blue whispered, turning his head to face Dream. “Maybe less. We both know that’s not a lot. Plus, who knows when Reaper will decide my time is up…”

“He won’t take you because I’ll beat him up the moment he tries.” Dream said as he cracked his knuckles. 

Blue cracked into a smile as he laughed, playfully hitting Dream’s shoulder. “No you will not!”

“How much are you willing to bet?”

“Quit it.”

“Fine.” He touched Blue’s cheek as his face fell back into its neutral state. “What do you want to do with your life?”

“Huh?” Blue paused, “Oh! Oh, um. I want to help people, protect them. But, I guess my worry is can I do that and raise a kid? A kid is an investment, well they’re a person, but you know what I mean, I’d hate to…neglect them in some way.”

Dream caressed Blue’s cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. “As if you could ever do that, accidentally or not.”

“It could happen.” Blue whispered, looking up at the ceiling. “Most people who do it don’t do it intentionally. And if I’m working to help other people all the time…”

“B, listen to me. You could never neglect anything, even if you tried. You wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you are too full of love, you adore everything and anything around you. To even think about neglecting something, a kid, a pet, or whatever, would kill you. You could never.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. And I also know that you can do both because it's not like you’ll be raising a kid by yourself. I’ll be right there with you.” Dream spoke, pressing a kiss against his forehead. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated, instead deciding to bury his face into Blue’s shoulder. “You can do both. You can do anything you wanna. I’ll help you do it.”

Blue gently nuzzled their heads together, his body relaxing into Dream’s. “Thanks Dream…what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you want to do with your life?” Blue asked, running his thumb slowly over Dream’s arm. “Or, at least, this part of it.”

There was a moment of silence as Dream thought about it. He wrapped his arms around Blue’s waist, pulling him close. His hands slowly ran up and down Blue’s hips, slipping underneath his shirt to feel his skin. “Isn’t it obvious? I want to spend it with you.”

Once more, Blue found his cheeks coated in blush. He was surprised that he wasn’t always as red as a tomato. He shifted his own hands to rest on Dream’s torso, feeling his warmth. “Really? With me?”

“Yep. I want to be there to support you in whatever you do. Whether it’s…I dunno, being a hero, raising babies, I don’t care. What I want is to just…be there. With you.”

“Aww…” Blue murmured, pressing his lips against Dream’s cheeks. “Even when I’m old and wrinkly?”

“‘Course. Y’know, sometimes I…” Dream sighed, squeezing Blue’s hips. “Sometimes I wish I could, I dunno, grow old with you.”

“I know you do.” It took a moment of pulling to get Dream to detach from his waist, but he managed to hold his hand, his thumb pressing into the base of Dream’s palm. “But…let’s not think about that yet. We’ve still got time.”

“Right, right. Yeah. We do.”

“Would you prefer adoption or surrogacy?”

“Heh?”

“For a kid!”

“Oh!” Dream blew out some air, rubbing his thumb on Blue’s wrist as he thought. “I dunno. There are always kids looking to get adopted, but with our lack of documents that might be hard.”

Blue had forgotten. He would probably need records or something of his existence to adopt a child and both he and Dream didn’t have them due to their circumstances. He scowled at the ceiling, cursing the Multiverse and it’s weird bullshit.

“We could have a test tube baby. That’d get rid of all of the semantics considering we know people who know us and would be willing to do it, no questions asked.”

“We do?”

“Yeah. You remember when Cross broke your rib cage?”

“How could I forget?” Blue grimaced, putting his head into Dream’s shoulder. He didn't think he would ever forget, considering the massive scar left on his chest from the surgery that kept him alive.

“Well, those super high-tech guys who fixed you up could make us a test tube baby.”

“They could…” Blue murmured, “But why would they? They’re always busy with other super futuristic projects.”

“Seeing how the DNA of an immortal and a mortal combine would be a pretty interesting science experiment..”

“That’s true.” Blue looked up at Dream for the first time in a hot second, and smiled apologetically when he saw the exhausted look on Dream’s face. “Thanks for indulging me.”

“Always.”

“You can head to sleep now.” Blue said as he pressed a kiss to Dream’s forehead, snuggling closer into his body. Their arms wrapped around each other, sharing heat and closeness. “...Dream, you know, I-

“Uh, Dream?” Blue opened his eyes and a small smile grew on his face. Dream’s eyes were closed shut, his breathing rhythmic as he slept. Blue craned his neck to see outside the window, and he wasn’t at all surprised to see the top of the moon slowly rising over the horizon. He pressed another kiss to Dream’s face, relishing in everything the guardian had to offer. His own eyes slowly shut as drowsiness washed over him like a heavy blanket.

“I love you.” He whispered like a prayer into the night before falling asleep.

[love-at-first-blood]

This meme is made by tech & support, most relevant in chapter 31

[herobrinezombie]

Creating a collection post just cause I wanna, it will get(prolly) updated when ever I post a new story every blue moon

The Reaper's Harvest

City of The Ancient

Drifting

The Tale of Hermine the Mechanitor

[allyleetheo]

Here is a list of Manwha's recommendations. They are sorted into genres, and do not contain any BL/GL.

I have a separate list for BL/GL manwha's.

I have not read any of these yet. (I'll be giving them ratings as I read them.)

Compiled by Lis (Blob / s.class.villainess on Tiktok)

You can search https://tinyurl.com/mwreclist for their complete list and ratings.

Note: This list is mostly not up to date with the episode counts, so most of the titles might have more chapters than listed.

total amount of titles: 439

Key:

🔁 - Complete works

ACTION

Medical Return (100 chapters)

Mercenary Enrollment (76 chapters)

ACTION / FANTASY

A Gate Opened on my First Day as a Politician (24 chapters)

Arcane Sniper (73 chapter of ons)

Crimson Karma (118 chapters)🔁

Damn Reincarnation (29 chapters)

Doctor's Rebirth (82 chapters)

Eleceed (210 chapters)

Ending Maker (31 chapters)

Estio (33 chapters)

F-class Destiny Hunter (59 chapters)

Heavenly Demon Instructor (42 chapters)

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Heavenly Sword’s Grand Saga (28 chapters)

Hoarding in Hell (39 chapters)

I Stole The First Ranker’s Soul (41 chapters)

Kill the Hero (103 chapters)

Legendary Youngest Son of the Marquis House (43 chapters)

Leveling With The Gods (60 chapters)

Maxed Out Leveling (21 chapters)

Murim Login (52 chapters)

My Daughter is the Final Boss (83 chapters)

Nano Machine (101 chapters)

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Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (171 chapters)

Overbearing Tyrant (33 chapters)

Player Who Can't Level Up (95 chapters)

Ranker's Return (remake) (56 chapters)

Reaper of the Drifting Moon (25 chapters)

Reincarnation of the Suicidal Battle God (44 chapters)

Return of the 8th class Magician (29 chapters)

Return of the Mount Hua Sect (72 chapters)

Return Of The Shattered Constellation (42 chapters)

Second Life Ranker (116 chapters)

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Seoul Station's Necromancer (41 chapters)

Solo Leveling (179 chapters)🔁

Solo Max-Level Newbie (42 chapters)

SSS-Class Gacha Hunter (45 chapters

SSS-Class Revival Hunter (94 chapters)

Standard of Reincarnation (22 chapters)

Star-Fostered Swordmaster (32 chapters)

Talent-Swallowing Magician (30 chapters)

The Advanced Player of The Tutorial Tower (107 chapters)

The Daughter of The Elemental King (105 chapters)

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The Frozen Player Returns (50 chapters)

The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years (119 chapters)

The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life (35 chapters)

The Hero Returns (38 chapters)

The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2 (50 chapters)

The Newbie is Too Strong (31 chapters)

The Novel's Extra (28 chapters)

The Returner's Magic Should Be Special (192 chapters)

The Return of The Disaster-Class Hero (48 chapters)

The S-classes That I Raised (105 chapters)

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The Scholar’s Reincarnation (140 chapters)

The World After the Fall (12 chapters)

Tomb Raider King (308 chapters)

Trapped in a Webnovel as a Good for Nothing (140 chapters)

Trash of the Count's Family (85 chapters)

Tyrant of the Tower Defence Game (82 chapters)

Villain to Kill (61 chapters)

Worthless Regression (25 chapters)

FANTASY / ROMANCE

A Capable Maid (59 chapters)

A Good Day To Be A Dog (93 chapters)🔁

A Happy Ending for the Villains (16 chapters)

A Marriage Alliance for Revenge (43 chapters)

A Most Virtuous Villain (83 chapters)🔁

A Princess's Guide to Saving Dragons (18 chapters)

A Red Knight Does Not Blindly Follow Money (66 chapters)

A Single Round at Romance is Enough! (48 chapters)

A Stepmother’s Märchen (83 chapters)

A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Rabbit And A Black Panther (68 chapters)

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A Tender Heart: The Story of How I Became a Duke’s Maid (110 chapters)🔁

A Transmigrator's Privilege (65 chapters)🔁

A Villain Demands to Be Loved (70 chapters)🔁

A Villainess Is a Good Match for a Tyrant (104 chapters)🔁

A Wicked Tale of Cinderella's Stepmom (109 chapters)

Abandoned Wife Has a New Husband (44 chapters)

Adelaide (85 chapters)🔁

Aileen's on Fire! (20 chapters)

An Unseemly Lady (35 chapters)

Aria of the Withered Branch (87 chapters)

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Ashtarte (80 chapters)

As You Wish, Prince! (93 chapters)🔁

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The Tyrant's Sister (121 chapters)

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[lilitophidian]

Starter for ;

@radiomurdeer ♡ 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐, 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖊

° The ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇʟʟ rings as justice catches up with everyone ; even those who lay in belief of massacre in deeds serve dignity.

Lilith; Goddess of the nightmare moon, hellish hag becoming a personal angel to transition favored through the barbed door as she could not interfere with Hades cloaked in robe to guide wayward souls along passages. Despite the scales' inaccuracy, she would acknowledge that he was providing a SERVICE before such before the jury.

GOD WOULDN'T KNOW JUSTICE IF THEMIS HERSELF PRESENTED HIM WITH LAW & ORDER.

Far more than any mortal WAR could muster in terms of drafting. Constant acclaim as she held his hand during the entire, ranking first in sequences as MOTHER DOE. Fed fresh, never hungry, even if the intestines of the stomach grumbled otherwise.

It occurred in a blinding flash. Almost striking a chord in her heart if she had not known, he would slide down the tunnel into her domain. Forever in eternity, he wandered the valley before she arrived, entwining her shadow with his to form harmonic belonging.

The bow is delivered just between the eyes of an unsuspecting buck before one can blink or provide explanation through the mournful woodland trees. Invisibility under the hoods before reaper could take him, crawling up like snake reminiscent in that of Eden.

Paradise lost.

Arms wrap around like an infant to soothe, the hunter is unaware of the scene as song fills the wavering mind down within the throat.

𝕊𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕣é𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕦𝕩 𝕘𝕒𝕣ç𝕠𝕟

GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD SHALL WAIT FOR HIS TESTIMONY 》 THY BROTHER-IN-LAW GIVES HOUR GLASS, HALTED BY HER HAND. REPERCUSSIONS WILL BE PROVIDED LATER. WRITTEN OFF IN GOOD GRACES.

Ｓｏｎ ｐｒéｃｉｅｕｘ ｇａｒçｏｎ

Rhythmic flow kept him drifting as she talked hypnotically softly, stroking the face characteristics that matched his death mask proportions for the fitting. Vermillion from wound keeping her sight. Looking between the layers into that beautiful brain of his like a keyhole to locked up wonders of the green room.

" It's caught up with you...I was not on time. My apologies, but do not fret. I am here now. "

L̵̬̝̫͈̥̱̞̻͂́́̈́̉͌̽ͅÌ̵͖͕̦̣͆̃̐̿̉̄͊̄Ạ̵̡̣͚͎͎̲̬̘͈̑̐̕R̸̤͉̹̻̩͉̫͈̮͓͊̉̿̎̎̌

Nonetheless, it is undetectable in nature. As her waves poured into his canals, their clock whirled back and forth in swirls. She was constantly monitoring him to make sure he would not fall, but time had a way of being incredibly lengthy and tiresome. This time, she would not protect him from demise but only make the meadow beds ready for his departure •••

As long as he surrendered to her.

[sunflowersoldat]

All is Fair ~ In Disasters and Deceit

Chapter 24: Disasters and Deceit

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?

Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Violence, Bad language words, mentions of torture, death.

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: 1.6K

A/N: Only a couple of chapters left!!! I am sooooo excited! Anyway hope y’all enjoy! 💕

The sky is dark by the time you and Wade make it to the area your target was last seen. He has gone a few blocks ahead to circle around in case it was a setup. You stuck to the shadows, keeping your eyes on the building the target was in.

There is a light chill in the air as spring pushes to make its appearance, to chase the winter away, your uniform keeping most of the bite of the air at a minimum and keeping you disguised in the shadows. You watch as the target exits the dilapidated building, you push off the wall following hot on his heels. 

He has his jacket collar flipped up against the bite of the wind, his dark hair pulled back into a low bun, and his appearance matches that of the fourth horseman. He’s pale, the light of the moon dancing across him, making the shadows around him dance.

You smirk, you can’t help but wonder if he is as terrifying as the underground whispers give him credit for.

Your comm beeps in your ear, ‘There is an imposter among us Death my friend. He wears a false crown, it’s time we show him who truly sits upon that throne.’

A dark smile curls your lips, “May the best Reaper win.” 

—

Wade boxes him into an alley, approaching him cautiously, “Oh pale horseman, I have a question for you…”

The male-only stares at him, his head tilting.

“If you kill death, where do they go?” Though his face is covered, he can’t help but smile to himself, this was going to be too easy—

Another voice booms down the alley, “Little Ace, you flatter yourself,” a shadow emerges from one of the alcoves, “Did you really believe one horseman would travel without the other?”

Wade’s smile fades, but quickly grows wider, “You know, I was really hoping for a challenge.”

The other shadow grows closer, the dim lighting of the alley lamp casting shadows across the large man’s face, a full beard adorned his jaw, and he carries himself with the confidence of a god. 

Good. Wade would be thrilled to knock him down from his mighty throne.

“I knew you Aces were good, but I didn’t think you were dumb enough to take on two horsemen alone.” The pale one retorts.

Wade unsheathes his weapon, the thrill and adrenaline roaring in his veins, he almost bounces in excitement. 

Your velvet voice drifts down the alley, causing a shiver to lick down his spine, “What makes you think he’s alone?”                                                                                                                                       

—

The feminine voice is smoother than silk when it reaches his ears, he spins to face its owner at the other end of the alley. Sure enough, his suspicions were confirmed. You stalk towards him with lethal grace, your blades already drawn.

Though his partner had been bestowed the moniker of Death, he looked as though he were a cheap imposter compared to you. Your hair and mask were so pale they glowed an eerie shade of blue in the moonlight.

In all his battles, he never once believed there was a chance he wouldn’t make it out alive, but now as your eyes locked on his, he knew his fate.

—

It's almost laughable how quickly you take the two of them down, Death and Famine were not as formidable as they would have liked to think. Famine was of no use to you, he was left in the alley as a message to the rest, as for Death, you and Wade captured the pale rider.

Now he sits strapped tightly to the metal chair in the warehouse, the moonlight filtering in, bathing him in white light. His lips were stained crimson, his head tilted back against the chair, and a whine left his lips. You grasp the back of his head, yanking it backward, “Name.” you hiss.

“Hogun.”

A wicked smile splits your lips under your mask, “Very good Hogun. You know who we are?”

He eyes your uniform, the blank white cards sparkling on your waist, then looks to Wade, “You are the dead Ace that walks amongst the living, the underground has been whispering about you, Wraith” he takes a moment to collect himself, trying to open both of his eyes, to no avail, one is already swollen shut.

You raise a brow, “Very good–”

“And he,” Hogun nods towards Wade, “is another of the Aces, by the look of him and the description the underground has, he is the Ace of hearts.” he breathes deeply, his breath shaky at best, “You know I won't talk.”

You give him a look of mock pity, “Oh, we have ways of making you talk, don't worry.” you nod to Wade giving him the go-ahead.

“With pleasure Death.”

—

Hours have passed, and Hogun has spilled little tidbits of information, but you and Wade can both tell he doesn't have much fight left in him. The two of you are surprised he has lasted even this long.

“Come now Hogun, your friends can’t help you, one of them is already fish food, and your employer will be dead soon as well. You might as well just give it up.” Wade's voice sings-songs through the warehouse. You lean back in your chair, watching as he circles Hogun like a hungry shark.

“Wade, you might as well just finish him, he no longer has any useful information for us. We can just find one of the others and make them squeal.”

“What’s the rush? I didn’t get to take my time with your parents, the least I can do is enjoy toying with you… Ms. Carbonell.”

Your eyes narrow on him, your vision turning red, “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I mean I can’t take all the credit, it was a group effort really. Our boss really is the mastermind behind it all.” he laughs again. “But he didn’t account for you being the Ace of Spades.”

The realization felt like a punch to the gut, the dark hair, the stature, all he would need is a face covering and a bike. With the shitty city cameras, he could pass as Barnes easily. Your vision floods red, and you feel the impact against your knuckles, the crunch of the bones, then Wade pulls you off of him. 

He flashes you a broken grin, tossing his head trying to remove his dark hair from his face. “You know, I had my suspicions about you. None of the others believed me, not even the boss. We couldn’t understand why Rogers was still alive,” he chuckles again, “It all makes sense now, it’s sad though you know, you just had to fall in love with your target.”

You rip out of Wade's grip, yanking Hogun by his throat, “You listen very carefully, I am giving you one chance. You tell us everything and we will make it quick, otherwise…” you glance at Wade, “well, I guess we can show you…”

“Fuck you.” he snarls.

A wicked laugh falls from your lips, “God, I was hoping you’d say that.”

—

Dawn marks the end for Hogun. You and Wade no longer have the patience it requires to rip the information from him. You and Wade had taken shifts trying to extract information from Hogun, but in the end, he hadn’t given you too much, to your dismay. 

By the end of it, Hogun is breathing his last breaths, they’re shallow and ragged, and you can hear the rattling in his lungs. You kneel in front of him, “Your death will mean nothing. Even without your help, we will find your friends, and your employer too. You died for nothing—” 

You are cut off by your phone ringing in your pocket, pulling it out you check the screen, a picture of you and Steve lights up the screen with his name. You hold up your finger to Wade as you answer it. 

“Steve?”

‘Hey, Angel. Any luck?’

You sigh heavily, behind you, Wade and Hogun are exchanging words, but you can hardly make out what is being said. “None yet, but don’t worry, I’ll get the information.”

‘You might not need to, I'm about to head to your brother’s tower.’

You can hear Hogun begin laughing behind you, it starts throwing him into coughing fits. Steve continues talking, but you are only half listening as you draw closer to Hogun and Wade.

“What the fuck is so funny?!” Wade snaps, gripping Hogun by his collar, “You might want to save those breaths, you will need them.”

A malicious smile splits Hogun’s face his lips and teeth are a bright crimson, “I was never meant to survive, they knew you’d come for me.”

Your head snaps towards Wade, but something Steve says pulls your attention back, ‘Yeah, they called a meeting. All the family heads are gonna be there.’

“What?! Who called the meeting?!” You are torn, trying to listen to Steve, and Hogun simultaneously.

“Loki always was a squealer.”

Panic starts to ripple through you, “Steve?! Where are you?! Stay where you are! Do not go anywhere!”

‘Calm down Angel, Thor called it, says he caught Loki in the act.’

“No, Steve, do not go—”

‘Don’t worry— got Bucky–me. Even got — admit he —’

“Steve, wait!”  

‘–behind everything, even —your parents. —bringing him— for judgment—’ 

You strain your ears, trying to understand Steve, but the connection keeps interrupting, then the line finally dies.

You turn to look at Wade and on Hogun’s final breath, his eyes meet yours, “You can’t save them now.”

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Prompt 20: Duel

Some violent imagery, mostly fluff.

How Well Do You Know Me, Really?

The Warrior of Light was wadded up in a tight ball somewhere within the pile of blankets on her bed. Every now and then, she’d flop around restlessly, kicking her legs out from under the heavy fabric. An exhausted creature inside a mountain of linen. The cool sea breeze drifting in the open window, and the distant crash of frothy waves did nothing to relax her. She always slept poorly in Limsa Lominsa.

She heard rustling footsteps outside of her door, and a mumbling voice, as if someone in the hall was arguing with themselves. Then, a quiet, hesitant knock.

“What?” She groaned from her bedding nest.

“It’s Alisaie. I can’t sleep,” Sif heard the girl bang her head on the door. “I’m going mad from boredom over there.”

“Nnh. Uh-huh.”

“May I join you? Just to talk for a while?”

“…Uh-huh.”

Alisaie lifted the heavy door latch and let herself in. She flicked on a large glass lantern on the room’s desk while Sif dug herself out of her burrow. A short while later, the pair were seated cross-legged on the bed, Sif at the head, and Alisaie at the foot. The air was perhaps too chilly to be sitting out in their small clothes, but it would have felt ridiculous for either of them to take the time to dress for a midnight chat.

Sif hunched awkwardly forward, her elbows resting on her knees, struggling to keep both eyes open. She tried to exude an air of informality, but Alisaie retained the practiced posture of a true student of Sharlayan. Sif was pretty sure the girl didn’t realize how rigidly proper she could be, underneath her outward adventurous personality.

They spoke about nothing in particular. Alisaie would occasionally bring up some serious matter of import, but Sif would deflect, pointing out that they were both too tired for intelligent topics.

The night wore on, the moon passed out of view of the room's windows, and the first hints of orange dawn light threatened to burst over the horizon. Alisaie’s eyes fluttered around the room, looking for any other seeds of conversation. The two of them would be alone at the inn, waiting for the other scions, for at least the next day, and she dreaded shutting herself into that room any more than she absolutely had to.

She spotted Sif’s scythe. A tall, unwieldy, twisted blade of steel, marred by jagged scratches as if something had gnawed through the metal. It was a style of combat that the Warrior of Light had only recently picked up, but she had taken to it quickly. Fighting at her side since then had been.. difficult.

Alisaie was familiar with the general theory of how the Garlean reapers fought, but the actual mechanics of voidsent interaction were beyond her ken. She had spent most of her life avoiding them.

“What’s it like?” She finally asked, after turning the question over in her head, “when you pull the voidsent through?”

Sif followed the girl’s gaze, unconsciously reaching out to place slender fingers against the oily wood of the scythe’s shaft. “For the shroud, you mean?”

“Yes, I think.”

Sif inhaled, twitching her nose.

“It’s hard to describe. The avatar is always with you, really, but when you fight, you can feel it… putting you on. Like clothing.”

“Like clothing?”

“It sort of fills you up. Flows through the empty bits between your muscles. Like it’s wearing you.”

“That sounds horrible.”

“It can be,” Sif considered her words, “But in some ways, it’s comforting. There’s an intimacy to it. Your aether weaves together, and you’re suddenly two beings at once.”

“And then?” Alisaie was leaning closely, eyes wide. Sif smiled a bit looking at her. She looked like a schoolgirl hearing a ghost story. Perhaps that’s exactly what she was.

“The dark-aspected aether keeps building, and that’s when the pain starts. There’s pressure, like there’s too much of you to fit in your skin.”

“And then it… comes out?”

Sif closed her grip around the scythe, squeezing her eyes shut. She fell into a memory. The first time she brought her avatar through and completed the shroud.

To call the sensation ‘pressure’ was a wild understatement. As the aether built, it felt as if the blood was boiling in her veins. Her skin tore, splitting open in dozens of places, turning her inside out as the hellish creature tore through her physical form. She could feel her bones dissolve into the dark and twist into new shapes, her flesh going numb from an indescribable cold.

The darkness rolled up through her body like fire, and she only now realized she was screaming. She screamed until the sound went dead because her throat had fallen to ribbons and vanished into the thick black cloud of her avatar. At the end, only her eyes remained, staring unblinking through a face that was not her own, though it wore her likeness. The torn leather of her skin flowed around her in a mist of blood. A macabre burial shroud. The scythe had become part of her - an extension of the twisting claws that had torn free from her wrists. She had gone to the void, and the creature she had chained herself to had replaced her to feast.

Sif shook her head, dragging herself back to the present. She stared at her hand, still clutching the weapon. Her fingers looked so small on it. So fragile.

“That sounds horrible.”

Alisaie was staring at her. Sif wondered briefly how long she had zoned out.

“We should try to rest,” Sif finally said. “I think sleep is finally catching up with me.”

Alisaie moved to protest but thought better of it. Sif loaned her a robe, so she wouldn’t need to navigate back to her room exposed, now that the rest of the inn was waking up. Alisaie was half her height, on a good day, and the robe bunched up on the floor at her feet. It was hard to remember how young she was, when the two of them were swashbuckling their way through caves and battlefields, but in this moment, Sif saw her for the child she was. She pulled the girl into a loose hug.

“I’m just going across the hall,” Alisaie whined. “You don’t need to smother me like I’m flying off to the First.”

“That one was for me,” Sif laughed. “You do me more good than you know, Alisaie.”

Alisaie blushed, and backed out the door.

“You clearly do need some sleep. When you wake up, we’ll have tea and a talk about boundaries.” She slipped out the door, around a corner, and down the hall.

Sif watched her go, not sure what danger she was trying to guard the girl from, but convinced she should be making some effort to do so.

Within a blink, she was crawling back into the loose pile of blankets, twisting herself into some form approaching comfort. Before the first rays of sunlight filled the room, loud snores were rolling out from the mound.