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incogrio · 7 months ago

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h.kai - send off part two ～*° °。｡

pairing: huening kai x fem bodied reader

genre: fluff, angst, SMUT!!

synopsis: a month has gone by since your dreamy encounter with huening kai. and he hasn’t said a word to you.

warnings: sad in the beginning, general smut warnings, eating out, slightly public smut, sub! kai, dom!ish reader, inaccurate depictions of huening kai’s head game

w/c: 2.5k+

a/n: ONE person asked for a part two (yk who u are) and i once again, was possessed by the ningdungie inside me. and kai inside me. so uhhh yeah enjoy pookies.

part one

COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

it had been days since your dreamy encounter with huening kai had burnt itself into your skull. you found yourself giggling when imagining his smile, unable to fall asleep as you awaited his text. but it never came.

on the morning after your meeting with him, you sent him a friendly: “hi!”. you hadn’t expected a response immediately, he is a busy idol after all. but after three days, you had started to grow worried. what if he got in trouble with his staff? did he realize his mistake in trusting you and change his number?

you decided to send another text: “i hope you’re eating and resting well!” radio silence. nothing but your anxiety plaguing your mind. you had fallen for him so quickly, and now every time you’d seek comfort, you’d find yourself thinking about what could have been. your comfort is now your plague, and you sob into your pillow.

a month has gone by. by this point, you’ve accepted his disappearance. you send him messages everyday; treating his number like your personal diary.

“i had ramen today, but the noodles were kind of hard.” [delivered: 12:34 PM]

“i haven’t been able to sleep recently, thinking of you too much.” [delivered: 4:37 AM]

“today a girl complimented my outfit! i was so happy i could barely even say thank you haha!!” [delivered: 6:13 PM]

“i wonder why you gave me this number. was it a prank?” [read: 2:48 AM]

you thought you were hallucinating. you must’ve stayed on that chat for hours, refreshing and refreshing. now you were the one giving him silence.

it made hyuka’s stomach churn. he had been fighting with his members and the staff for the past month, desperately trying to convince them that he was not threatened, that he did not need to change his number, and that he did see a relationship with you. every night, he’d sob as he read your messages. he knew he couldn’t begin a relationship if he would have to break it off, but this hurt more. your constant wondering of his affections, your desperate attempts to get him to say something, anything. it made him want to throw up. he could only imagine the look on your face as he delivered you your thoughts, once more.

but today, today he did it. today they agreed to let him at the very least commune with you online. huening had sprinted to the nearest bathroom, locking himself in and pressing his back to the door, sinking till his butt softly touching the cold tiles under him. he opened your chat, frowning at your most recent text.

“i wonder why you gave me this number. was it a prank?” [delivered: 12:56 AM]

his hands shook as he tapped your contact, turning on read receipts for the first time. he didn’t know when you had seen the change, but he knew that you suddenly gave him a taste of his own medicine. he didn’t know what to say. what to do. his thumbs shook as he typed out a message, before deleting it.

“oh.” [read: 3:01 AM]

he jumps, eyes widening. he quickly types without thinking.

“i promise i can explain. let me meet with you. please.” he responds, to which you see it immediately. on your end, you’re on borderline tears. for a month, all you had wanted to see was his response. his notification. and now that you have it, you didn’t even know what to do with it.

“okay. meet me at the bench where we first exchanged numbers.” [read: 3:02 AM]

“okay! thank you. i’m on my way now!!(*^^*)♡” you rolled your eyes at his kaomoji with a slight smile on your face. you got up slowly, before tugging on the quickest outfit and bursting through your door and down to the lobby of your apartment building.

you deserved an explanation, but you would fold the moment you saw his bright blue hair. you tried your best to discipline yourself as you walked through the slightly humid streets, slowly making your way to the now empty concert venue.

huening types out his speech as he walks, slowly nearing where he had met you. he takes a deep breath as he turns the corner, seeing you sitting on a bench whilst looking around expectantly.

he sneaks up behind you and taps you on the shoulder once more. “hi,” he says, his voice shaking out of nerves.

you turn around, getting a strange sense of deja vu. do not fold, you tell yourself. “hey. so…”

hyuka clears his throat, reaching into his pocket and shakily opening his phone. he reads off the note he wrote, “i-i know you are angry with me. and you have every right to be, but i need to at least explain to you-“

“kai, what are you doing?” he looks up.

“wh- i’m… i wrote it in advance, so i wouldn’t forget anything… i’m.. is that rude?” he asks, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck softly.

you sigh. you reach for his phone and place it back into his pocket, before taking his hand and leading him to sit next to you.

“i agreed to hear you out, kai, not your notes app. please, you do not need to be perfect around me.” you mutter reassuringly, yet sternly.

he feels himself tearing up, his lip wobbling softly. he looks at you as the wind blows your hair softly and the street light illuminates your skin. an angel, he thinks to himself. my angel.

“oh- okay! s-so, i was not ignoring you. i was reading your messages! it’s just that i was sort of fighting with everyone at hybe to convince them that you’re NOT a saesang- not- not that you seem like one it’s just that when an idol gives out their number they tend to think that- that they had to give it away and that was NOT the case and- and so i basically has to convince them to not change my number and it was so fucking hard and i JUST-“

you smile to yourself softly, “kai. kai! take a breath. i’m not going anywhere.” you take a deep breath, and he follows.

“and… and i just got them to agree that you are worth it and…” he looks down at his hands, playing with them. “and i didn’t want to start a relationship with you until i was sure it would work out.” he mutters, his voice becoming warbling more and more by the second. “i’m so sorry-“ he can barely get out, before he breaks into sobs. you immediately hug him, taking his head and tucking it into your neck, cradling him.

“oh hyuks…” you mutter, softly kissing his head. “you hurt me a lot,” you explain, and he whines softly into your neck, “but… i understand. i do. you don’t need to worry. cry if you need to, but not because i’m leaving.” you whisper as passersby begin to look over. a six foot tall broad man being cradled in the arms of someone significantly smaller than him is not a usual sight.

after a few seconds, he softly calms into a sniffle. “i don’t deserve you.” he mutters, playing with the hem of your shirt and staying at his position of being wrapped around you.

you hum, “you don’t know how many people disagree with you.”

he untucks his head from your neck before slowly lifting a hand to your cheek. his eyes flick between your eyes to your lips, a silent question.

you aren’t even through your first nod before he launches forward, kissing you like he needed oxygen from your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck, moaning softly as he bites your lip. he smiles against your mouth in satisfaction, before tilting his head to kiss you deeper. both of you begin to run out of breath, and neither of you find it in you to care. his lips are salty, drenched in his tears. you are addicted to their taste. he whines softly, pushing you back in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. you slowly lean back, before your head softly hits the arm rest of the bench.

you pull away, despite hyuka’s attempt to follow you. you breathe heavily in each others faces, and kai grins at you.

“i have waited so…” he leans down and presses kisses to your neck and jaw, “so long..” he says lowly. you bite your lip, attempting to hold back a moan as he sucks a hickey onto your neck.

“oh my- kai!” you push against his broad shoulders. “we’re in public!”

he pulls away, pulling you up with him. “we… we could be in private. if you want…” he says, eyes drifting to the street that leads to the hotel he’s staying at, before snapping back to you. it’s as though he cannot bare to not have you in his sight.

“won’t people see us?” you ask, slightly confused as to how he was able to get here, apologize and make out with you all without being recognized. he bites his lip in thought, before his eyes light up.

“do you care where we go?” he asks, eyebrows crinkling up in question.

“…i mean… i guess not…” you state, the syllables turning up at the end in slight confusion.

the last place you expected him to lead you was his tour bus. you stare at him incredulously as he unlocks the door, leading you in hand in hand. you marvel at the expensive equipment.

“kai we are not fucking in your tour bus! what if we don’t clean up well and one of your members notices? we should just go home separately and sext or something-“

he cups your cheeks. “i will make sure everything is fine. there’s a bathroom with enough supplies to clean, i have my own bunk bed. you don’t have to worry baby.” he responds reassuringly. “but, if you don’t want to then that’s fine. we could get some froyo instead? does that sound good?” he says smiling, before walking towards the tour bus door.

god, respectful men are so hot.

you tug his hand, pulling him back. “please,” you mumble, looking away like a child.

he smirks. “please what?” he asks smugly, you know he knows what, and he knows he knows what. he just wanted to hear you say it.

“please… please fuck me kai… went a whole month without you, didn’t talk to or even look at anyone else… only…” he begins kissing your neck, “only you kai… please, i’ve been so good for you..” you moan out.

his fingertips squeeze your waist tightly, pushing you back until you hit a small kitchen counter. he reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your throat, eyebrows raising as he asks for your consent. you respond by placing your hand over his and pushing his hand tighter around your neck. he groans before you launch forward, first kissing his lips down to his neck.

“no,” he says sternly, pulling you back by the neck. “no kissing anywhere but my lips. you cannot leave a mark.” he says seriously. god, him being an idol really sucked sometimes.

you pout at him, looking at him through your eyelashes, “nowhere… else..?” you ask, eyes showing disappointment as he tells you that you can’t mark him up and show everyone he was yours.

he smiles at you reassuringly, cupping your cheek and running his thumb across your cheekbone. “i am still yours, marked or not,” he mutters, slowly leaning closer and brushing his lips against yours by tilting his head up momentarily, silently asking if you felt better. you responded by leaning forward, kissing him softly, making sure he felt all the love you had been longing to give him for a month.

he groans against your mouth, fingers digging into your waist as he grows needer. “fuck… need,,” he mumbles, pressing kisses down your neck, “need to taste you, baby. please,” he makes his way down your sternum, “i’ve been so good, haven’t i… baby..?” he looks up from his crouched spot in between your breasts through his eyelids, watching you watch him. you nod, reaching down and moving his hair out his eyes.

he slowly sinks to his knees, licking his lips as he pressed kisses to your plush belly.

a small , ‘mmm’, escaped him as he felt your stomach sink momentarily at his kiss before plushing up once more.

“kai…” you sigh out, before reaching your hand into his hair and tugging him to look up at you, “you need to hurry up.” the stern tone in your voice had caught him off guard, but made his pants ever tighter around his growing bulge.

his bit his lip, looking down at the waist band of your skirt with hungry eyes. he nods, humming a approving tune and muttering out ‘sorry baby.’ over and over. he finally reaches up to your skirt and tugs it down harshly, the cold hair making your legs prickle up with goosebumps.

he almost drools at the sight of your underwear. kai cannot contain himself any longer, launching himself forward to mouth at your clothed clit. he moans to himself as you tighten your grip on his blue hair, muttering soft praises into the otherwise silent tour bus.

it wasn’t long before he reached up, pulling your panties for the side with one hand and shoving your leg over his shoulder with the other. you brace yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for his lips immediately wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly at your swollen nub. you have lost all sense of dignity and pride, choosing to replace it with kai. kai. kai. kai. you moan out, slightly placing your weight against the counter, fighting the leg on his shoulder to wrap around his head. tugging him ever closer.

“f..fuck kai! so good..” you moan, breathing heavily as he runs his tongue up and down your folds, alternating between pistoning his organ into your hole and swirling and sucking at your clit.

he lets out moans every few moments, sending your hips bucking into his face, “don’t you dare stop, hyu..hyuka..”

he shakes his head against your pussy, fervently telling you that no, he will not stop. not until you’re shaking and his entire face is drenched in your fluids.

and even then, even when you were shaking, desperately trying to get him away from your pulsating pussy, he kept going.

“fuck!! kai! please, i came… please stop!” you borderline shout, the overstimulation driving you crazy as you almost climb onto the counter to get away from his skillful tongue.

finally, a pussy drunk kai pulls away. he breathes heavily, your juices covering from his chin to the bridge of his nose, the window behind you making him glisten.

“sorry,” he muttered half heartedly with his nerdy little voice. you chose to completely lay down on the counter, regaining your sense of reality.

you chuckle, “that was.. kind of crazy.”

“good crazy?” he asked, standing up and rubbing your thighs comfortably.

“mhm,” you mutter, sitting up and reaching your hand to palm his bulge. kai immediately turns bright red, looking at the floor rather than you.

it was wet. drenched, actually. he had already cum. not just once, but twice whilst feeding on you.

he had half expected you to laugh at him, call him a bitchless loser and shame him. instead you kissed him, “such a good boy to cum while pleasing me..”

oh. oh you had unlocked a beast. he growls against your lips, picking you up and shoving you onto one of the small bunk beds in the bus.

“i’ll show you what a good boy i can be.”

epilogue:

kai had at least had the decency to bring you to his hotel room after the staff and members had all gone to sleep. you deserved a good nights sleep after all.

he had helped you limp into the bathroom, where you now sat on the toilet, back leaned against the wall.

he was in between your legs once more, but with a softer intention this time. he softly wiped your folds free of any residue, shushing you everytime you whined at the overstimulation.

“better?” he asked, getting up and wetting his toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto its bristles and holding you by your chin. he softly tugged at your chin, encouraging you to open your mouth. he smiled softly when you tiredly obeyed, and began cleaning your mouth.

you stared at him with wide, fucked out eyes. he would glance at you every few moments, before going back to focusing on your teeth. a small, flustered smile lingered on his mouth, and pink dusted his cheeks everytime.

after you were clean, you watched him brush his own teeth with the same toothbrush. you didn’t have it in you to complain.

it wasn’t long before he had you change into his clothes, to which his heart soared after seeing you dawning his shark hoodie, boxers and basketball shorts. he softly tucked you next to him into the hotel bed that smelled so comfortably of him, smiling to himself as you tucked your head into his neck. he squeezed you impossibly closer.

god he loved- wait… was he falling in love with you?

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 2 months ago

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CORPSE BRIDE CREEPYPASTA AU

Part 1~ With this ring, I ask you to be mine

Summary: Basically the Corpse Bride movie except with Toby and Y/n (and also some creative liberties >:D)

Credits: The Corpse Bride- Tim Burton, Ticci Toby- Creepypasta, Divider- @ wcnbear

A/n: IM FINALLY BACK ARGHHH!!! IM SO EXCITED TO GET WRITING AGAIN I'VE MISSED THIS SO MUCH! Thank you to everyone who was so patient with me whilst i took this break from the blog, and i hope you all like this little (long awaited) treat!! I will also be putting out all of the other requests in my inbox either with this series or shortly after, so if you've sent in a request be on the look out!

Part 1 (you're here!) Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Clop clop clop clop....The sound of the horses pulling the carriage along a stone road rang within Toby's mind. Today he was meeting his to-be bride for the first time in order to rehearse the wedding. It wasn't too uncommon, to not know who your spouse is before you marry them in this time. His fiancé came from a powerful and respected family, and his family owned multiple businesses putting them well off financially. It was normal to marry for gaining something and not for love, and yet Toby couldn't help but feel nervous. He tried to imagine what his wife might look like. Maybe she'd have a soft face and long eyelashes. Or maybe curly hair and a pointed nose? He then pondered what her personality might be like. He hoped for a kind, caring woman, but couldn't help the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him she could be cruel and couldn't care less about him as her husband.

His thoughts came to an end as the horses abruptly stopped and he heard the coach's coughing get closer to the door. His mother gave him a quick look over, a straightening of his collar and a pat on the cheek before getting out of the carriage along with his father. Toby hesitated for a moment before stepping out and looking at the home in front of him. It was big, not as big as his house, but it looked bigger than it was due to the lack of furniture taking up any room. He was ushered inside by the butler who answered the door, and handed his coat off to be hung up. He walked with his parents along a hallway until something caught his eye, a piano in the middle of the room. As everyone else walked ahead, he hung back and gazed at the piano. He'd learned to play it at a very young age, with the help of a hired teacher. Playing now brought him a sense of comfort and nostalgia, and before he knew it, his feet were moving to the seat and his fingers were on the keys playing one of the first songs he'd learned. It came to him as easily as breathing, and it helped calm the nerves that had been growing since this morning.

Upstairs, a young girl by the name of Natalie sat at her vanity getting ready for her first meeting with her fiancé. She had long since had her hair and dressing done, and was now putting the finishing touches on her hair when she heard a piano being played. The noise shocked her and she stopped mid tuck of a lock of hair. She couldn't recall the last time that piano was used, not that she hadn't wanted to of course, but her mother forbade it. She didn't even know it still played properly and before she knew it, her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she was making her way down stairs.

She comes to stand by a young man, who she assumes to be her future husband. (What other man around her age would be here on the day of their wedding's rehearsal?) He seems very immersed in the song he is playing, and she decides not to stop him. Why would she? She's longed to play that piano since she was a child. Unfortunately, he sees her out of the corner of his eye and jumps, making him mess up a note. He immediately stands up and smooths his suit out, trying to stammer out an apology. "Forgive me, I-" She presses a finger to his lips "No, it's alright...You play beautifully" Natalie says bashfully. Toby goes quiet for a moment before muttering a "Thank you". Natalie crosses her hands over her dress and begins to sway back and forth nervously. "You must be Tobias." Toby nods and fidgets with his fingers. "And you, Natalie" She nods. "Tomorrow, we are to be....." He trails off and she finishes it expectantly "Married?" He lets out a nervous chuckle and nods. She sighs and takes a seat on the piano's bench. "I've never cared for marriage, ever since I was small all I wanted to do was live alone. Strange for a woman, isn't it?" Toby absentmindedly agrees, "Yes, well....No!! Not-not strange at all!" Natalie lets out a small smile at his nervousness, "Well, if my husband to be doesn't think so, I think that is a good sign." Toby also begins to smile and offers his hand to her. As she takes it, the door down the hallway that his parents disappeared to opens. "Good heavens! A young lady and gentleman such as yourselves have no reason to be alone together! Into the room, both of you!"

At the sight of her mother, Natalie quickly drops her hand to her side and hangs her head as she walks to the rehearsal room, followed shortly by Toby.

Now dear readers, let us understand something. Back in the day, mental disorders weren't all that well understood or accepted. And Toby having Tourette's Syndrome is seen at the very least as him being rude. With something as delicate as wedding vows, even a stutter can ruin the whole thing, especially in the Victorian era. So when Toby is an anxious wreck, and he has Tourette's Syndrome, and it's the Victorian era, AND his fiancé's parents are terrifying, he is BOUND to mess things up. And this is exactly what happens.

Almost three hours later, they are still practicing the vows. Not even the rest of the ceremony, only the vows. No matter what he does, Toby just can't seem to get it right. He either stutters too long, tics in the middle of them (honestly kind of rare), draws a blank, etc. The priest's patience is growing very thin, and everyone is tired of being there. "Again, from the top!" The priest exclaims, motioning to Toby. Toby clears his throat and wipes the sweat off his palms. "Right, er. With this candle.." He leans down to light his candle, but it doesn't seem to want to light anymore. He giggles nervously "Um, this candle...." He says as he desperately tries to light it again. A deep sigh comes from the priest as Toby finally manages to get it lit up. "With this candle I shall- ack!!" He is cut off as a particularly painful tic goes through his whole body, causing him to tense up abruptly and subsequently, throw the candle off behind him somewhere. The next thing he hears is a scream and people clamoring around his future mother in law. He turns to see where the candle landed, only for his face to drop in pure horror as he realizes that he has just caught his mother in law's dress on fire. He completely freezes in shock and everyone seems to miss a strange man coming into the room, grabbing the cup of wine on the altar behind the couple and dumping it on the fire, putting an end to all the panic.

The attention turns to this strange man as he begins to speak. "It appears I'm a day early for the ceremony, my deepest apologies" He says as he takes Natalie's mother's hand and kisses it politely. Natalie's father raises a brow "Right, and who are you supposed to be again?" The man stands and looks to the other "Ah, forgive me. Lord Nyras. Jack Nyras, sir" He says, handing the man his hand to shake. Natalie's father takes it with a hint of suspicion and leans over to his wife to whisper. "Is he from your end of the family?" She thinks for a moment before responding "I don't recall!" Jack takes a seat in an empty seat and waves his hand "Please, do continue." The priest bangs his fist on the table and exclaims "Absolutely not! This wedding cannot take place until the boy learns his vows!" All attention is turned to Toby again as the priest continues "If not, I simply can't marry you. I don't want to see you again until you can recite them perfectly without a stammer in between, boy." At this point, everyone is looking at Toby angrily, even Natalie has a hint of disappointment in her eyes. He rushes for the door, he needs to go out for a walk and clear his mind if he wants any chance of being married tomorrow.

It is now late into the night and Toby has been wandering around the woods, trying to recite his vows perfectly. He comes to a clearing, where he pulls out the ring and ponders for a moment. Natalie looked so excited when he mentioned that he didn't mind her not really wanting to get married. If he can't pull it off, then she may get paired up with someone else who expects her to be "the perfect wife", cooking, cleaning and raising children. A miserable existence for her, he thinks. And with that, a sudden burst of inspiration bursts through him. He will recite his vows so perfectly, God himself will be shocked! Even if he and Natalie don't come to love each other, he may be the closest bet for freedom she gets. He looks around the clearing for a moment before finding a suitably shaped branch that looks just enough like a hand so he can practice. "With this hand, I shall lift your sorrows" He proclaims "Your cup shall never empty, for I shall be your wine" He snaps a twig off of a near by branch as a make shift candle "With this candle I shall light your way in darkness." He kneels down and slips the ring onto the hand shaped branch. "With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

Immediately he got a gut feeling. Something was wrong. Every instinct in him was telling him to get out of there as quickly as possible, and he understood why when the branch began to crackle and move, and gripped his arm. He let out a panicked scream and yanked his arm free, pulling the "branch" with it. As he tried to shake it off, a person was emerging from the ground. Their clothes were tattered and torn, but were clearly once white. Their skin had a green undertone to it, at least, what little skin they had left. As their face came into view all Toby heard was a whispered "I do." Toby's mouth fell open and he got to his feet and ran back for the town as he finally freed himself of the arm gripping onto him. Even though he was full on running and they seemed to only be walking, they seemed to always be only a step or two behind him. Finally as he got to the bridge, he turned to look where they were and, gone. They were no where to be found. As he was going to turn around to catch his breath, he was shocked to be met with the exact face he had been running from.

Their arms came to wrap around his neck as they whispered "You may now kiss" The last thing he remembers is the world seeming to swirl around him before fading to black.

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viktoriaashleyyx · 3 months ago

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Dedicated to every big sister who needed a big sister. To Kirsten, Thank you for being mine ❤️

A lot happens in this chapter. New OC Staff in Spring and we travel back to the House of Wind, this time to meet with Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn. Fair warning: I never read ACOSF, everything I know about Gwyn and Emerie I read on Tumblr. If there is an ACOSF edit out there that only includes the parts with the Valkyries, please let me know.

This is a pro Tamlin, anti Rhysand self insert revenge fic. All characters belong to SJM, but she wasn't treating them right. Tam x reader, Tam x Rhysands Sister (OC), First person narrative. This will also reference Elucien and Neris in the future but we aren't there yet.

Word Count 2900

Ch1

Ch 8 >> Ch 10

Chapter 9:

As the citizens returned slowly, Tamlin began rehiring the staff at the manor. This was always an uncomfortable feeling for me, to have people who waited on me and cleaned and cared for my home. This place was vast and ultimately belonged to the people of Spring, and I understood the jobs it created. Tamlin did pay them well, of course I insisted on that, but he had been for his entire reign, so it didn't need changing.

“Good morning, Lady.” a small frame nymph with light teal skin and soft rosey cheeks greeted me outside my room. It caught me off guard, but her sweet smile relaxed me. “My name is Amara and Tamlin offered me the job of your assistant, if you would like?” She further explained, searching my face for any indication of favor.

My shocked face softened, this is the life of royalty again, I am not ignorant to it, but it has been a while since I've endured this experience. “Hello Amara, it is lovely to meet you. What kinds of jobs are you hoping to perform here, exactly?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

“Well, Tamlin just sent me here to see what you needed. I like cooking and making large magical feasts that everyone enjoys. I'm not too fond of the clean up after, I can also sew really well..” she rambled and I listened intensely.

“I would definitely appreciate the help in the kitchen,” I giggled, “tell me, what is your favorite meal to cook?” I asked and I began leading her towards the kitchen.

“My favorite is making homemade bread, I even brought my own sourdough starter in my bag here!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a large heavy jar with the living yeast inside. How did she fit anything else in there?

“Yum! You begin on the bread and I will clean up after you, how does that sound? Just tell me what to do.” She was awestruck as we entered the large kitchen now at her disposal. “Anything you need, you let me know and I will get it for you. I am excited to finally have some help around here.” I gave her a wide smile and she returned it. She squealed as she got to work, rummaging through the cupboards for the ingredients she needed.

She sat me at the table with a cutting board and a knife, “Here, you can chop up the fruit to go with it.” She demanded, more out of excitement than disrespect.

“Yes ma’am” I giggled and did as I was told.

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After showing Amara around the manor and to her room, one of the large guest rooms, as we planned to renovate the “servants quarters” to be bigger and more equal to that of the guest rooms, I prepared to complete the tasks I had originally planned for today. I hate the term “servants,” they are professionals hired to do a job I don't have the time or skills to complete myself. I left her to settle in and decorate her room to her liking. I had apologies to give out today.

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I arrived at the door to the House of Wind and knocked on the large iron door. Feyre's sister opened it and gave me a disgusted look.

“Rhysand and Feyre are not here, this is my home now and I would appreciate it if you would leave me be.” Nesta snapped.

“It's you I am here to see. We got off on the wrong foot. I am truly sorry for using Fayre’s pain against my brother, it was wrong of me, and I would like an opportunity to explain.” I requested, Nesta softened and proceeded to open the door further and gestured me inside. “The spell I used could not kill her, it was purely theatrics, I relied on my brother not knowing that.”

“It was in incredibly poor taste.” Nesta scolded me. I could see the power she held, power she wasn't even fully aware of. She was strong, forced to be.

“You're right.” I commended, “I would like to earn your forgiveness.”

“And how would you go about doing that?”

“I could start by teaching you how to protect your mind, you live in close proximity to a powerful and self serving daemati, I am shocked they haven't taught you themselves.” I followed her as she invited me to, and she led me to a large kitchen, where two other women sat at the table, a red haired priestess and a stunningly beautiful illyrian.

“This is Gwyn and Emerie,” Nesta introduced us, gesturing to each girl, “and this is Rhysands sister, Sky? I believe,” I nodded at her.

“I am sorry I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back another time.” I offered.

“It's fine, we were just talking about what a bitch Cassian is.” Gwyn giggled. Nesta glared at her, but she brushed it off.

“Oooh! Okay I am invested, catch me up, which one is he again?” I still couldn't remember their names, but that was mostly due to my apathy for the Night Court clowns.

Apparently, Cassian and Nesta were ‘mates’ but he sure didn't act like it. Gwyn and Emerie gave me a few stories of his cowardice and what they witnessed in how he treated her. I stopped them when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nesta begin to shrink in embarrassment.

“It is not that easy to leave him. We are mated.” Nesta sighed. I could tell she wasn't happy, Cassian didn't love her, and she knew it.

“Nesta,” a gentle command to request her eyes fall to me, “you hold the power to weave your own destiny. The mating bond means nothing if you do not want it to.”

“But they said I would be shackled to him for eternity. That I would always long for him no matter how hard I tried to let go.” Nesta spoke softly, remembering the atrocities the Night court committed against her to force her into Cassian's grasp. She had fought so hard against it, but they broke her down.

“That is called having a heart, sweetie, and also a bunch of bullshit used to manipulate you. You can sever the bond as easily as cutting a string, but truly the one who suffers the most is the male. Who cares? Let him suffer.” She had clearly never had the mating bond explained so bluntly to her. “All the mating bond means is that the cauldron, the mother, or the gods, whichever you choose to believe,” I waved my hand in the air dramatically, “would find it entertaining to see you two together. Weave your own fate out of spite. I fully believe you can.” I looked deep into her eyes, tears began forming in them, she wasn't used to hearing that what she wanted mattered. "No one tells Nesta what to do, not even the gods.”

Her face shifted to a rage full understanding. The Night court broke her down because she allowed them to. They harnessed the little ignorance she had of Prythia and the love she held for her sisters to keep her contained. Not anymore. It was time she chose herself.

“You need to get out of Night. That would be the first step. You are always welcome in Spring with me, but if that doesn't sit right with you I have made friends across all of Prythia, just choose a court and I will ensure your living quarters are prepared and properly warded to give you the peace and freedom you need. Just say the words and you will no longer be a prisoner of the Night Court.”

Nesta looked at me, a quick spark of hope flashed in her eyes before she averted her gaze to her lap, deep in thought.

My gaze fell on the illyrian woman sitting in front of me, something was off about her. Her wings. Her wings were clipped. “Your wings are clipped.” I blurted out in shock. I should've handled that with more grace.

“Uh, yeah? I don't know any illyrian women whose aren't, save for royalty.” She sneered, gesturing to mine. Fair, my utterly useless brother couldn't even ban wing clipping properly. I'm sure he tried, but it was just performative nonsense once again.

“Would you like me to heal them?” I asked, softer this time.

Her face lined with confused disdain. “You can do that?”

“Oh yes,” I reached into my pocket portal, and grabbed a purple potion, rejuvenation. “Here, it tastes like really bad wine.”

She cautiously took the potion from my hands. “This little vial will pull my wings back together?”

“Yes, unfortunately there will be a scar. I've had to use it after a gravier decided my wings made good toothpicks.” I said that too cheerfully, she shuddered at the thought. I didn't expect her to know what a gravier was, but she was smart and could deduce it wasn't a pleasant creature.

“Admittedly, I am nervous, I heard what you did to Feyre. Why should I trust you?” Emerie eyed the vial and weighed the risks.

“Would you feel better if I drank one first?” I offered reassurance, “you can keep that, you don't have to take it right now, or ever. I have the means to help and would like to give you the choice.”

Emerie studied the purple liquid in the vial, was that hope that flashed in her eyes? She didn't know of a single illyrian woman who could use their own wings, she had dreamed of being able to soar the skies. Why have them if she can't use them?

“Inside the vial consists of a mix of three plants, Heart of the wild, Golden Sansam and Dreamfoil. While exiled, I studied and excelled in Alchemy. As an illyrian myself I have found no indication of these plants causing any harm or adverse effects. I will remain close and watch for any signs if you would like…” I trailed off noticing Emerie wasn't really listening. The other girls watched her intensely. Emerie had been through so much, betrayed so often, and now it was a matter of putting trust in Rhysands sister to possibly regain use of her wings.

“I never even learned how to fly..” she whispered, “I wouldn't know where to even begin.”

I took her hand in both of mine, “I will teach you. You deserve this. Your wings never should have been mutilated in the way they were… it's time to fly.” I looked at her with bright eyes. Tears welled in hers.

“What if it doesn't work?” The many different emotions were becoming too much for her. Hope, hope to regain what had been stolen from her.

“Then I will scour the realms to find something that does.” I promised. I had the means and the power to do so.

With shaky hands she removed the lid, Nesta and Gwyn looking on in shock. “Now spread your wings out fully, and hold them there for a minute or 2 after taking the entire vial.” I got up and walked behind her to see to it the potion would work. She threw her head back and downed every drop.

“Ugh,” she winced, “you did tell me it would taste like rotten wine.”

“My apologies,” I muttered as Nesta and Gwyn jumped up and ran to watch the magic. I held my hands no more than an inch away from the scars on each wing, careful as to not actually touch the sensitive skin, willing the magic of the potion to the correct spot.

The scars down her wings began to reopen and tie themselves together. Gwyn reached for Emeries hand, without removing her eyes from the magic she was witnessing. She knew what this would mean to Emerie.

“Okay, close them and stretch them a few times, slowly,” a gentle command. She did so. Just as I warned, the scars remained but the wings were fully intact. “Beautiful!, I would give yourself a few days before putting any weight on them. Stretch, flap, and soak them to prepare the muscles. I can return in one week, if you would like, to begin teaching you.” She flicked her wings forward towards her and she fell back, not used to them actually catching wind. Nesta and I caught her and stood her back up. She then ran to the large mirror on the wall and admired the powerful wings of hers. Stretching them, twitching them, giggling and crying at the same time. I could see tears welling up in both Nesta and Gwyn as they watched her, hearts swelling with happiness, as did mine.

“Thank you! I never could’ve dreamed this would be possible!” Emerie turned to me with the biggest smile, wiping away the tears of happiness that flowed down her face. She stretched her wings out wide, with pride. And ran to us, gripping all three of us in a giant hug, encasing us in her wings. She looked up at me, resting a gentle hand on my cheek as I returned the gesture. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with happiness. “What do I owe you?”

I was taken aback by that question. Why would she owe me anything? What a horrid place the Night court is to anyone who is not a citizen of Velaris. “To see your smile, and to watch you fly, would be the best payment of all. You owe me nothing but that.”

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and I slid mine around her back, embracing her for a few seconds.

“It is getting late, I must be getting home.” I commented pulling away. “Remember, soak, stretch, and flap.” She gave me a nod, still so happy she could barely talk. “I will return in one week. But do keep in mind, the Spring Court has always been a sanctuary for those escaping abuse, and if you ever need it, we will welcome you and all of your sisters with open arms.”

“Ugh. I don't know if I could ever trust Tamlin. He treated my sister like his property and sold me and Elain out to Hybern. I'd still be human if it weren't for him.” Nesta grimaced.

“You should hear the way your sister speaks of you, Nesta” I responded softly, almost a whisper, “All I am saying is that your sources might not be credible. And Feyre sold you out to Ianthe, after Tamlin explicitly warned her that Hybern spies were still hanging around. Tamlin and Lucien are both innocent in that regard.”

Nesta was stunned, Feyre had blamed everything on Tamlin. But how was it any different than when Feyre blamed her for their suffering in the cottage?

I bowed to the girls before opening a portal and taking my leave.

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It was late when I arrived in the manor, all the candles had been snuffed and the staff had returned home for the night. I knew Tamlin would still be up waiting for me. With a flick of my wrist, all the sconces down the hallway to Tamlins office lit up. Fire magic wasn't my strong suit, but I still had it.

He sat there reading something or another, I was exhausted and didn't care. “Welcome home, sweetheart.” A deep tired voice mumbled as he put down his book and looked up at me. Without saying anything I dropped myself into his lap. He held me for a few moments.

“I'm tired of being a person,” I whined into his chest, “I want to be ‘baby’ now.” He continued to hold me, rubbing my back and resting his lips on my temple. We sat there like that until my stomach growled, in the events of the day I had forgotten to eat.

“Let's go, we are going to get you a snack.” He stood up and carried me to the kitchen. There was no point in arguing with him, I just wanted sleep, but he was right, I needed food.

He sat me down on the counter as he looked through the fridge for something quick. He pulled out a charcuterie board immaculately designed by, I'm guessing, Amara. I didn't believe he would be able to put this together. He picked up a cube of pepper jack cheese and fed me, while giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Her wings were clipped.” I whispered, “almost shredded entirely. The one thing my brother has claimed to do for Illyria, and he doesn't even feel the need to enforce it.” I was lost in thought, the images of her wings, my imagination filling in the blanks of little girls, screaming as their wings are stolen from them. He just listened, carefully. “I can't just relax here, safe in my own court, knowing these atrocities are happening to my sisters.” I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

He brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “I have no problem welcoming them here, I have always offered sanctuary for people seeking safety.”

“I know, I've already offered it,” I gave him a sad smile.

“Just tell me what you need from me and you will have it.” He gave me another kiss on my forehead, and wrapped his arms around me.

Tag list: @ladythornofrivia @rcarbo1 @rin-u-pos @knoxic @lilah-asteria @littlefantasylover @julesvanslutta @thefatesofspring

#pro tamlin #tam x reader #tamlin x oc #tamlin x reader #pro nesta #emerie of illyria #gwyneth berdara #tamlin x you #pro tamlin fanfic #acotar fanfiction #nesta archeron

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mantequillamcwhoremick · 4 months ago

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A penny for your thoughts on the Dikinbaus episode? 👀👀👀

Omg okay so I definitely have to rewatch it like 10082927 times but just to go off of my late night 'delirious from excitement' watch, I am absolutely ECSTATIC at the way the episode treated Butters and gave him a well deserved win.

Butters has evolved a lot over the course of the show, he used to be a 100% naïve and innocent boy who was absolutely clueless about everything mature or terrible going on around him and it was always a very hopeful thing for me to watch him keep going and loving life despite how much the world tore him down on all ends. In a way, watching old seasons makes me miss the old Butters, but if Butters had just stayed the same for the next 20 seasons, he would hardly feel like a real/three dimensional person as he does now.

The changes and mood swings he's gone through, as well as the resilience he's started to build up were weird to watch at first (*COUGH* s20) but then they've started making more and more sense, especially taking into account the Post COVID special and the two wildly different paths his life could go.

That all being said, Dikinbaus was an absolutely satisfying cathartic episode as a Butters enthusiast, because he's just finally embracing things he's genuinely good at and demanding justice from someone who's arguably taken advantage of him the most in the entire show: Cartman.

It's kind of like Butters' version of Wendy's "Breast Cancer Show Ever" episode, where she's often been disrespected in a sexist way by him and no one (no teachers/adults) ever really did something, so she took matters into her own hands. Cartman is always screwing Butters over by letting him take the fall for his schemes, making Butters spend money on his behalf, and Butters has let him get away with it for so long, and so have Butters' parents (and everyone else but I especially blame the adults bc yknow).

This makes Dikinbaus kind of a kickstarter for Butters' "Fuck you, Eric!" moment at the end of Post COVID: The Return of COVID, which is nice to see because in the "Worldwide Privacy Tour" episode earlier in the season, Butters' behavior (after his parents sent him to rework his "brand") reminded me much more of Vic Chaos. It's nice to see these two versions of Butters' future reflect in present episodes, and I'm excited to see more of it in future episodes.

I've been rambling about Butters only but tbh I found the Kenman dynamic in this episode hilarious too. It makes me kind of mourn the respect Butters had for Kenny though, bc I'm sure that after this episode it must've significantly gone down, but honestly I was just happy to see Kenny have some fun even if it was at Butters' expense. Let him be a dumb immature kid fr

The only issue I had with the episode for now is the commentary on mental health days at work and the underlying "today's youth is sensitive and too lazy to work" message, which lacked nuance and just kinda felt like old people complaining. It would've been okay if they'd kept it only to Cartman, kinda like the "there's queer people, and then there's Mr Garrison" thing, but they brought Kenny & other kids into that narrative too so it made me feel a little eh about the commentary. But oh well

Sorry anon, you gave me a penny and I'm throwing a whole thesis on you but I still thank you a lot for asking and letting me ramble. Kisses to you :>>

#anon: a penny for your thoughts?#me: (pulls out a 30+ pp slideshow with pictures)#south park #sp #butters stotch #sp butters #ask #lucio yaps #eric cartman #dikinbaus #kenny mccormick #character analysis #analysis

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nogenderbee · 5 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣'𝕤 𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan @hakulivesformusic

ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ'ˢ ᴬᴿᵀ : New Year's Divine Beasts - Tsukasa Tenma

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Today was New Year's holiday, meaning all shrine's were opened for everyone to give gifts to their gods and thank them for this year while also asking for the next one to be even better!

Your family was busy preparing the party or couldn't go due to health problems... so you were the one who was sent to deliver a gift to the shrine of dragon god, also known as god of harvest.

You entered the shrine at late evening, there wasn't anyone in there, so you found it weird to see someone laying on the shrine and eating the offerings!! You couldn't really watch someone destroy the offering place just like that, so before you even took a closer look at that person, your words already left your mouth.

"Uh... excuse me, I don't think you should sit there. It's an offering place..."

"Huh? Oh are you worried? Hahaha! Don't you recognize me from the stories?"

He finally turned to you. And that's when you noticed it... horns... dragon tail... fancy clothing... confident smile... all traits that most definitely weren't human and perfectly matched description of dragon god, Tsukasa Tenma.

"Y-You are-!!"

You felt so ashamed by scolding literal god!!! And yet, he still had this carefree smile as if nothing happened. With small moment of you not knowing what to do, he layed on his stomach and leaned his head on his hand.

"Is that little gift you're holding for me~? How generous! And you have a chance to hand it to me directly! What a day, isn't it?"

"Well yes, but..."

"Ah-Ah! I know what you're about to say. 'You bet I received many better gifts already', right? You mortals... Eh... Don't you know I appreciate the gesture? Not the value?"

He happily took the gift from you once you got close enough, and moved to inspect it.

"Ah, fruits and mask! Absolutely divine deisgn! I can tell there was a lot of work put into it!"

He even tried on the mask, showing just how much he likes it. And instead of putting it down, he attached it to his head with the ribbon on it, letting it sit on the side, as he reached to try one of the fruits.

"Mhh~ So sweet~ Please pass best thanks to the farmer! Their gift, as well as hard work won't go unnoticed, I'll make sure of that myself!"

"I-I definitely will... I-"

"Oh right! You must feel intimidated... I can't blame you of course. You ARE talking to a god like myself! How about you just call me by my name? Would that make you more comfortable?"

"Wouldn't that be a bit... impolite since you're..."

"A god? Maybe to some, but not for me! So please do! In exchange I'll call you by your first name too! Would that be alright with you, Y/N?"

"Of course- How do you know my name...?"

"Oh I know every mortal's name! It's what good god should know after all! What should we talk about now... It's been so long since I had interaction with a mortal... especially one this kind!"

He was considering his options here now, leaving you to adapt to current situation. It was obvious he was craving for some conversation with a human, so who you were to reject that?

"Oh, I know! I could share my sweets with you! That's a nice human tradition!"

"But those are for you alone!!"

"I'm allowed to treat my guests! You're already doing me a favor by talking to me, so I'd like to repay you somehow! Here, try those! I have a feeling you might like it!"

He handed you candies of your favorite flavor, which you gladly took! But before you could even say thank you, one of the shrine maidens entered, seemingly just as stunned as you when you entered, once she saw dragon god. You didn't really wanted to deal with all that... it was already enough of surprises for today!! So you quickly excused yourself.

"I will go now!! Thank you so much for talking to me!!!"

"Likewise, my dear! Untill the next year!"

You rushed out of the shrine, leaving the god and maiden to talk between themselves, you were so stressed that Tenma's words reached you only after few minutes...

"(Wait... what did he meant by 'next year'...?)"

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#project sekai #colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage x reader #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #project sekai tsukasa tenma #project sekai tsukasa x reader #platonic #project sekai platonic #oneshot #project sekai oneshot #fluff #project sekai fluff

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yanderehsr · 1 year ago

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Assalaam alaikum (its a traditional greeting from where I’m currently staying) This is my angsty request:

Can I request yandere ex-fiance sylvain x betrothed reader. For context, Sylvain and reader were betrothed at a young age by their families to conjoin the families. We all know how sylvain hated being his family and seen as crest stud so he will hate reader too who bears a crest and is part of the reason why he is being force to marry early. Reader on the other hand is dutifully fulfilling their role as sylvain’s fiancé as they don’t want any of their siblings to suffer in their place. Reader cooks sylvain’s favorite food, invites him for teas and all kinds of couple activities. Sylvain being himself decides to flirt with other girls despite having a fiancé already and is skirt chaser with new girls every week just to spite reader and his father. Seeing how their fiancé doesn’t even respect them as a person and is often caught in indecent scandals, reader is hurt as they’re the only ones trying to make something good in the unfortunate situation but is hated by sylvain. One day reader after being stood up by sylvain once again is comforted by one of the kinder students (ashe, dedue or ignatz even) and they fell genuinely in love with the student. How does sylvain feel that reader is no longer trying to make the relationship work and is now interested in other men and frankly speaking replace him in their heart? How would he get the reader back?

-Thank you for reading my request (I’m so excited that you’re doing three houses, do you still remember the anon that sent the jing yuan x neglected wife reader request, that was me. It was such a long time ago, and your blog has grown since then. This request has similar vibes but I see Sylvain to be the kind of yandere that needs a wake up call to snap into yandere mode)

*Gasp*, so it's you who requested that, nice knowing that you still read from me, Sylvain is actually one of my favorite fe3h characters, 4th place in fact😆

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour

The arrengement happened before either of you were born, that didn't mean that Sylvain didn't hate this situation, he hated it more than anything else, and the only thing he could take his anger out on was you, it was stupid and even he knew that, but he was a child and that was all he could do.

Sylvain ignored you, he hated you, sure it was the situation he really hated but it was you it effected, the two of you should be a couple but this whole situation had made you feel lonlier than ever before. You had to go through with his angry looks and indifferent responses for so so long.

"Just go away, I don't have time for you today"

But that didn't mean that you didn't try, you tried so damn hard to make this not only easier for Sylvain but for you as well, if this was going to happen then why not make it a happy relationship at the very least, so you cooked for him, you stood up for him and what did you get in return, he ignored you, flirted with others and left you alone, over and over again, it was tiring but you held out, or you thought you could at least.

"I-I just don't understand what he has against me"

"There there, I am here to listen to each and every word, so vent all you want"

You had met Ignatz at yet another ball Sylvain had left you at, yet another party where everyone would laugh at you as soon as he left and you were all alone, that's when you met Ignatz who allowed you to rant about it, get everything you had been holding in for the last 10 years off your chest.

*THUMP* *THUMP*

A new spark had been ignited that day, not for Sylvain but for the kind boy who listened to you and comforted you when you needed it, he treated you with respect and kindness, much different to your fiance.

Someone who did take notice of this was Sylvain, you who were such a constant in his life was suddenly spending less and less time with him, you smiled at him less and less, and one day it had all dissapeared... he would admit, he missed it, missed you.

But Sylvain saw you with Ignatz, saw your smile not be directed at him your fiance, but at Ignatz, His heart clenched tightly, a painful feeling in his chest as he saw this, for some reason he felt like ripping the boy from the golden deer apart and get you back, he felt jealous.

Sylvain through jealousy realises what he had, and what he is losing right now, someone to love, someone that treated him with kindness, he feels saddened that he has pushed you away, why did he do that. Maybe it was too late now... you were leaving him...

... Wait you were still his fiance, you were still his, this arrangement was made by not one but two nobles, you couldn't break this off that easely, he will be better for you, he promises, Sylvain cleans up his act, stops flirting with others, now he just needs you to stop cheating on him and he will finally have happiness, with you tied to his side through marriage.

"You need to remember I am you fiance, our love was destined since birth, nothing will sepperate us, I will admit that I have acted stupid so far, but just because I have acted stupid doesn't mean you can cheat on me"

#yandere #yandere fire emblem: three houses #yandere fe3h #yandere male #yandere sylvain #yandere sylvain x reader

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titichan · 6 months ago

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The Taste of Betrayal

Chapter- 2

Tags: Vampire!Au, Vampire-Hunter dynamics, Bottom!Yuuji, Top!Gojo, Top!Sukuna, Threesome, M/M/M, Sex toys, Bondage, Slight bdsm, Rough sex, A little bit of gore, porn with Plot, Slight mentions of Meimei and Nanami, Author is Sukuna's bitch ;], Other tags will be added as I commence

"Rivera"

An organization whose name became increasingly known, as it rose in the world rankings

Along with an insight which has never known failure, it is a dominating figure in the financial world that holds on to the lifelines of both the political world and the underworld

Yujii stared at the white-haired man, as he was talking to Nanami. His wavy white hair draped near about his vivid blue eyes. His white eyelashes fluttered every time he spoke. 

"Mr. Itadori," 

Gojo prompted by putting down his tea cup on the table. Yujii quickly responded, "Yes?" 

"Why are you staring at me like that?~" There was something wrong with that tone- The hunter could easily notice that. But still, it made Yujii a little surprised.

"I apologise for being rude." He fumbled trying to hide his growing blush. When suddenly, Gojo stood up and tipped his face by his chin. "Raise your head." 

Their eyes met. Gojo's eyes cut right into his brown eyes. 

He suddenly spoke, "Mr. Itadori will be my personal secretary from now on." 

This totally startled Nanami, who was quietly sitting beside him. While Yujii only looked at him, with no clue what was going on. 

Gojo beamed and took both his hands, "Come. In order for us to work from now on, the two of us should have a private conversation." 

As they both started to walk away, a confused Nanami stood up from his seat in a frenzy, "Ch-chairman?! Mr. Itadori is a new employee who just started today...!" 

On hearing that, both stopped. Yujii glanced at Gojo, also waiting for his answer. 

"So what?" He approached the door, holding Yujii firmly by his back. 

"For today, after we're done with the business outside, me and Mr.Yujii will head home from here." 

He smiled at the general secretary. "Good work, Kentou." 

Nanami was shocked at the chairman's sudden behaviour. "I have a feeling that this new guy is something..." He mumbled as he slowly exited the room. 

"It's pretty early for lunch, so I ordered something light. Is it not to your liking?"

Satoru had taken him to a grand restaurant- which was quite a surprise for Yujii. 

He somehow managed to reply, "...I'm okay with it." 

Satoru leaned forward, staring at him. "Your scar... I wonder how you got it?" He said, pointing at his scar which was a diagonal cut across his mouth and nose - probably from something sharp. 

Yujii grew silent at the question. 

"...I think...it's better not to say..." 

Satoru smiled, "It's alright. If you're uncomfortable...don't say it." 

"Now, now. Have your food before it gets cold, Itadori-kun~" The blue-eyed smirked. 

The way he talked so informally sent shivers down his spine. 

But, a train of thoughts passed Yujii.

'Strange. Why is he treating me like this? And also appointing me as the personal secretary- that too on the first day? Something feels off.' 

'Wait a min', does...he know something?!' This realization made his eyes widen in shock. He cautiously touched his wig for assurance. 

"What are you thinking? And why are you touching your head like that- perhaps, are you having a headache?"

Gojo asked, the wine glass in his hand. 

"Oh... it's nothing..." Yujii trailed off, reaching for his food. 

It was almost evening, and he left the main building. 

"Can I drive you home?" Gojo was standing by his car. 

"Ah no need sir. But thank you for your kindness." 

He laughed. "No need to be that much formal. Oh well, we'll meet next day then~" 

It was getting dark as Yujii walked home. When he passed a particular alley, a scream could be heard, "Please, someone - help me!" 

He hurriedly ran towards that alley. He saw a vampire assaulting a person. In a swift motion, he took the gun out from the back pocket of his suit. He aimed for the vampire's heart and... 

Bang. 

The vampire dropped dead. 

He rushed towards the victim, who almost fainted. Her neck was badly injured with blood gushing out horribly. 

She coughed up some blood and somehow spoke, "Thank you...so...much... for saving me..." She passed away, in his arms. 

Looking at the corpse he was holding, memories- cruel ones, flooded his mind. 

"No...not like that day...it...hurts..."

#jjk fanfic #jjk smut #gojo satoru #sukuna #yuji itadori #fandom ships #threes0me #tw noncon #ships #yaoi #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3feed #anime fanfic #smut #fanfic writing #gojo smut #lgbtqia

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nausicaamusiclover20 · 10 days ago

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Hello Nausicaa, hope you are doing well! Can we get 90s Lars x pro tennis player reader please? He used to play tennis when he was a kid, so he still follows all major events, and she’s so beautiful and fierce on court he gets obsessed with her? So after reader wins a major tournament, Lars asks to be introduced to her? At first she doesn’t care despite all his charm (girl, I swear, 90s Lars could talk anyone into anything) but in a few weeks she agrees on a date - she’s just tired of all the flowers and gifts he was sending. But surprisingly they hit it off?

Also, can the reader be taller than him? Looking at Connie and Jessica - it’s safe to say he likes tall women. Thank you)))

Thank you, I wish you're having a good day. I hope you like it because I'm feeling very tired today❤

Beyond the game

Tennis has always been my life. I’d dedicated everything to it—sacrificed relationships, time, and even parts of my sanity for the game. But winning a major tournament? That was supposed to be the culmination of it all. The moment where everything I’d worked for paid off.

And yet, after the tournament, all I could think about was Lars Ulrich.

It wasn’t like I’d never heard of him. I’d seen the name, heard the rumors, but I hadn’t given it much thought. He was the drummer from Metallica, a rock god, not the kind of guy I typically paid attention to.

But when he showed up at my post-match celebration, I couldn’t help but notice. He was everywhere: charming, magnetic, with that intense smile of his that probably got him whatever he wanted. He approached me with all the confidence of someone who was used to having doors opened for him.

“Hi, I’m Lars,” he said with a grin, offering a hand like we were two ordinary people meeting for the first time.

I didn’t shake it. Instead, I raised an eyebrow. “You’re Lars Ulrich, right?” I asked, trying to sound indifferent, like it didn’t matter.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied easily. “But I’m not just a fan. I wanted to say congratulations on the win. It was impressive.”

I nodded briefly, not really interested in the flattery. I had more important things to do than entertain some celebrity. “Thanks,” I said, turning to walk away, my coach calling me over.

Lars didn’t take the hint. Over the next couple of weeks, I found myself receiving gifts—flowers, expensive chocolates, a hand-written note almost every day. At first, I thought it was funny. But after a while, it became annoying. I didn’t need a rock star to send me things to get my attention.

But Lars didn’t stop. Every day, another gesture. He didn’t just send the usual flowers and gifts; he sent things that felt more personal, like he was trying to get to know me. He’d comment on my matches, send messages telling me how he was watching, how he admired my style of play. It was flattering, but also... exhausting.

Finally, one day, I snapped. I was tired of the flowers, tired of the constant attention, tired of it all. So, I sent him a short message: Dinner. Tomorrow night. 7 PM. My treat.

I wasn’t expecting much. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I agreed to it. Maybe I just wanted it to end. If he had a chance to prove himself in person, maybe he’d back off. I couldn’t keep ignoring him forever, right?

When I showed up at the restaurant, I was prepared for another round of charm and persistence. But what I found wasn’t what I expected. Lars was relaxed, easygoing, almost... normal. He wasn’t throwing compliments at me every five seconds, and he didn’t seem to be in any rush. It was a simple dinner, just two people sitting across from each other.

“So, tennis, huh?” he asked, his voice casual, his gaze warm as he watched me. “How do you do it? Make it look so effortless?”

I smirked, pushing my plate aside. “It’s not effortless. It’s hard work. It’s blood, sweat, and tears.”

“Yeah, but there’s something different about you,” he said, leaning forward just a little, eyes never leaving mine. “The way you play... It’s like you’re one with the game.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Most people didn’t bother trying to understand what it meant to be in the game. But Lars was different. He wasn’t just admiring the surface. He was looking deeper.

“Well, I guess I don’t really have a choice,” I said, trying to brush it off. “The game is everything.”

He chuckled, the sound light but with an edge of sincerity. “Yeah, but that’s why you’re so good at it. You’ve got something most people don’t. And I can’t help but admire that.”

I paused, looking at him for a moment. “Alright, you’re persistent. I’ll give you that.”

Lars smiled, that damn grin of his I’d seen in every magazine. But this time, it didn’t feel like he was trying to win me over with it. It felt... natural. Like he was just being himself.

We talked about other things, too. Not just tennis. We talked about music, about travel, about the weird quirks of our jobs. It wasn’t about impressing each other; it was just two people finding something in common. And, to my surprise, I found myself enjoying it.

By the end of the evening, I realized something I hadn’t expected: I was actually looking forward to seeing him again. There was something refreshing about him, something I couldn’t quite put into words. And despite all the gifts, all the persistence, he hadn’t made me feel like an object of desire. He’d made me feel... seen.

As we walked outside together, I felt his gaze on me. He leaned in for a quick kiss on my cheek, and for a moment, I didn’t pull away.

“I’ll be around,” he said, with a grin that I couldn’t ignore. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

I shook my head, but part of me was already wondering what that meant. “You’ll regret that.”

“Not in a million years,” he replied, his voice soft but certain.

I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he wasn’t the persistent rock star I thought he was. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Lars Ulrich than I had first assumed.

And maybe... just maybe... I was starting to see it.

#metallica #metallica oneshot #metallica fanfiction #metallica fluff #lars ulrich fluff #lars ulrich x reader #lars ulrich #lars ulrich one shot #metallica x reader #metallica x you #reqs open #nausicaamusiclover20

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mebemilena · 10 months ago

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You are my Candy girl and you got me wanting You

A/N: life is tough sometimes and i got a few issues. There was this stray cat, we called him Sushi. He'd come to visit nearly everyday and i was preparing to adopt him. Sadly, he passed away. Little guy was run over by some irresponsible shithead. He wasn't living at my house yet and i'm not okay about it , i wish i had done something sooner. We took him to the emergency vet but he didn't make it. I feel so small sometimes.

I didn't want to leave more fanfiction on the wait because i love writting, but i've been feeling sad and tired about everything. Thank you for the kind messages though, I appreciate them.

A/N 2: we don't celebrate valentine's day in Brazil, we have another saint for romantic relationships and marriage and it's celebrated around June 22nd, i guess.

Summary: you're working doing errands for a bakery on valentine's day. You're not amused but Maya likes you.

tittle from Sugar, Sugar by The Archies (one of my favorites)

You took your bike and went to the Firefighter station, your first stop. Wandering around Tamaha, you noticed there were more couples than you'd usually see. The stores seemed more pink and there were love songs playing everywhere.

"A box of donuts for Boonie!", you entered the patio yelling, hitting the small hornet on your bike.

Boonie came almost running to you, she grabbed the box and smiled. She checked it for any name on the outside but there was no card, no name nor anything that could identify who had sent it. She shrugged, opening the box.

"Why are you grumpy? It's Valentine's day, smile!", she took a large bite of one of her treats.

You looked at Boonie frowning, you hated Valentine's day. Especially because the one person you wanted to be your valentine seemed so out of reach.

"It's a holiday created by Europeans to sell cards and chocolate.", you muttered just as Maya arrived. Maya and her leather jacket, riding that motorbike and looking like the woman of your dreams.

She parked the vehicle and took off her helmet, her eyes landing on you instantly, a smile trying not to appear.

Maya walked towards you and Boonie, greeting the two of you. "Why do you look upset?", she signed to you, accepting one of the donuts Boonie offered. You huffed and replied slowly. "i don't like today. Valentine's day.", you signed.

Boonie smiled at herself, she's been helping you with ASL vocabulary lately. You nearly begged her to teach you so you could impress Maya during class, but she talked you out of it. "It's a pretty great opportunity for you to spend more time together. Ask her for extra classes!", she had said. But she did teach you a few more signs and of course you could practice with her too.

Maya contemplated for a moment, she finished the donut and cleaned her hand on her jeans. "We can study love words today, and i'll teach you how to ask someone on a date.", she started. "I can teach you how to flirt too.", she smiled, confident, not knowing you were already charmed.

For the first time in a few weeks you understood all of what Maya signed. You couldn't reply how you wanted to, but you did understand and that made you blush.

You and Maya planned on practicing your daily vocabulary at a bakery store, eating cake. But first you had to go to Skully's store, him being one of your errands' destinations.

"Oh, someone remembered me on Valentine's day?", the old man nearly giggled as you handed him a small package, a few decorated cupcakes inside. "Is it from pokni?", Maya asked, making Skully blush and smile. He nodded, not trusting his words as another wave of giggles left his mouth.

You smiled at the old man's antics, a bittersweet feeling spreading on your chest.

Maya noticed you were too quiet. You barely looked around, your eyes on the floor while you pushed your bike around. The two of you bought some soda and pretzels for lunch and sat at a bench to eat and chat.

Maya sighed, she looked around and could finally notice the amount of couples and flowers around Tamaha, her eyes stopping at a couple on the other side of the street. She looked at you and back at them, nudging your shoulder with her own.

"I know you are upset" , she signed. "But it's just a day. You don't need a valentine to celebrate.", she signed to you. "But if you want one, I can be it. Though I like to be with you many other days too.", she smiled, that big smile that showed most of her teeth.

Your heart danced inside your chest, you could feel the vibrations all over your body. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. You kept staring at her, thinking of an answer.

"I understand what you say, but i don't know reply.", you finally signed to her, watching her face turn into a half-surprised expression.

"Someone's finally studying more?", Maya mocked you, nudging your shoulder with her own. Again.

You noticed she does that as an act of affection.

"I don't need...", you started, trying to remember the signs. "C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E", you spelled , your hands moving slow. "I have something. More. Candy", you continued. "I have you.", you signed, nervous.

Maya laughed but she understood what you meant, leaving the opportunity to correct you for later. She took a caramel candy from her jacket pocket and gave it to you. "Not chocolate.", she told you with a smile, leaning to give you a kiss on the cheek.

You sighed, your big smile matching Maya's.

"Happy Valentine's day, Maya.", you signed, linking your arms together as you ate the pretzels and watched the couples walk around town from your bench.

#maya lopez #maya lopez x reader #marvel women #marvel echo #maya lopez fanfiction

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finnsbubblegum · 1 year ago

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will we be getting a javier part 2 ? ☺️

Warnings: fluff, drunk man, lmk if i missed any

A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything, i'm not sure if you're the same anon that sent me a question today, but I received it and I'm on my way writing another joel fanfic (oneshot), thank you for your patience and thankyou for enjoying my work❤️ Hope you like this one!

It was Friday night and you decided to spend an alone time at the bar. You wore a chic but simple short dress just the way you dress elegantly every day. You were alone so you grabbed a seat on the corner table. As you sipped on your alcohol, you felt a stranger's presence near you. You weren’t expecting anyone so you knew it was probably someone you knew or someone drunk trying to hit on you.

“Hey, pretty woman.” A drunk man standing next to you with his wobbly legs.

You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.

“Wanna spend the night with me?” The drunk man grabbed your wrist.

“Excuse me?! Let me go! I don’t know you!” You yelled at him.

Javier Peña's heart raced as he glanced across the dimly lit bar, spotting a scene that immediately caught his attention. A man, clearly intoxicated, was becoming increasingly aggressive towards someone sitting alone at a corner table. Javier's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly made his way through the crowd, his law enforcement training guiding his steps.

"Excuse me, amigo," Javier's voice was firm as he intervened, his presence commanding respect.

The drunk man's eyes widened as he recognized the DEA agent, stumbling back in a mixture of surprise and fear.

"I think it's time for you to call it a night." Javier crossed his arms.

As the tense situation defused, Javier turned to you. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. You nodded to him to say your thanks, and Javier found himself captivated by your smile.

"Thank you so much for stepping in," you said with genuine appreciation.

"I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come over." You smiled.

"It's all part of the job. Just glad I could help." Javier shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of his heart.

"Well, how about I treat you to dinner? As a way of saying thanks?" You were the type of person who couldn’t take anything for granted.

Javier's surprise was evident on his face as he considered your offer. He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with doubts. You were attractive, kind, and seemed genuine – everything he wasn't used to. He was used to playing the field, not getting involved in anything serious.You must have noticed his uncertainty because you leaned in closer, your voice was soft but reassuring.

"Hello?" You waved your hand in front of his face.

“Sorry.” Javier came back to his senses, he was too stunned to speak.

“What do you think?” You asked him again.

Javier's defenses began to crumble as he looked into your eyes, seeing sincerity and kindness that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

With a sigh, he gave you a small smile. "Alright, then. I'd like that."

As you exchanged numbers, Javier couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You were way out of his league, and he was well aware of his reputation as a bit of a womanizer. It was too late at night so you and Javier decided to find another day to have dinner. And Javier insisted on taking you home.

As you continued to talk and laugh, those doubts started to fade away. Maybe, just maybe, this could be something different – a chance at a real connection. And so, Javier Peña, a man used to navigating the dangerous world of drug cartels, found himself facing a different kind of challenge – opening up his heart for real love.

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simpforchuchu · 2 years ago

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Hello helloo, 🌟anon here popping up again^^

I ended up rereading the sister request that I sent previously over and over and the cobra's sister X fujio rlly goes up my lane frfr ✋😭

You did mention that you preferred writing oneshots before, so if you could, can I have a oneshot where Cobra's sister came with Jamuo to help out and she ends up treating the Oya Bois after the fight? Kind of like she learned first aid from Naomi and used those skills to help out.

Thank you in advance^^✨ Don't forget to get enough rest~

Fujio x Cobra's Lil Sis x Platonic!Murayama with Oya Boys

a/n: Hii! Thank you and here is your request I hope you like it :')♥️

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: hnl usual violence

"Fujio!"

The silence of the Oya High School, which had been quiet for a while, was broken by a shout. After the fight with Housen, Jamuo thought that everyone was in a very bad situation and their wounds needed to be cleaned, so he sought help from the first person that came to his mind.

Fujio stood up slowly at the familiar voice he heard from the stairs and looked at the door. He knew very well who this voice belonged to, and the voice sounded quite angry.

Y/n looked around in shock as she entered in a fury.Nakagoshi was helping to clean up to Nakaoka; Tsuji was also helping to Shibaman.Tsukasa and Todoroki were sitting calmly in one of the sofas.Kiyoshi was wrapping Yasushi's head in bandages, and many people on the roof looked pretty bad...

Fujio, on the other hand, was staring at the young girl in front of the door with a stupid grin.

"Y/n-chan! It's very lovely to see you!"

Y/n looked at the boy who was looking at her with a silly smile and excited like a puppy and rolled her eyes in anger.

"I can't believe you! Look at you! What would happen if Murayama-san didn't come?"

Hearing Murayama's name, Todoroki called out from his place.

"We didn't need his help."

Y/n laughed and nodded

"You look very confident for idiots who just got out of a stupid fight."

Y/n glanced around again after all the boys shouted complaining.She rolled her eyes when she saw that Kiyoshi was not very good at wrapping Yasushi's head. She took her bag from her back, took out the first aid kit she had brought, and walked the two of them.

"You have to wrap it tighter, and you have to clean the wound well. It will get infected."

Kiyoshi listened to the young girl and stepped aside and y/n slowly wrapped Yasushi's head. Fujio was quite jealous that the young girl was taking care of others than him, so he faked a scream.

Fujio pouted, showing the small scar on his face as Y/n and the others looked at him in surprise.

"When are you going to help me, it hurts a lot, you know?"

While Tsukasa secretly laughed at his friend's attitude, y/n didn't realize that he was lying. The young girl quickly finished Yasushi's bandage and made Fujio sit on the side boards.

While Fujio was being taken care of like a baby by Y/n, she did not forget to scold the people around her. The young girl often told them how stupid they were.

While they were laughing among themselves, Murayama had already heard that y/n was in Oya. He knew that beloved Cobra-chan's little sister was close with the little demons and did not trust them as he was an overprotective older brother.

When he entered through the roof door, he literally twitched when he saw that y/n was cleaning Fujio's wounds - they were very close to each other- and that Fujio was quite happy.

All the boys were looking at the three of them in surprise when Murayama quickly came to the two of them.

"Y/n-chan? What are you doing here? Does Cobra know you're here?"

Y/n had come without telling to her brother. Cobra doesnt like anyone from Sword so that's why they were sure to argue cause of today.

"Murayama-san! Please don't tell my brother. He doesn't like me coming here."

Murayama smiled at the young girl's sweet concern and patted her shoulder.

"Your brother has good reasons for not liking this place, y/n-chan. I told you before, this is a dangerous territory."

Y/n nodded silently as Fujio stood up and put his arm around her with a smile.

"We can protect her. So-"

"You can't protect even yourself, idiots."

Murayama spoke contemptuously and pulled Fujio's arm away from the young girl.

"Y/n, we're going home. And you... We'll talk to you later."

Fujio frowned as Y/n nodded and waved to her friends. Even though they were all annoyed by this situation, they couldn't say anything to Murayama...

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #fujio #hanaoka fujio x reader #hanaoka fujio #fujio x reader #fujio hanaoka #cobra #murayama yoshiki

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innerpalaces · 4 months ago

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The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 36

Chapter 36: The Step-Mother-in-Law 3

Yan Songyu looked embarrassed, but soon recovered her usual gentleness: "You have misunderstood me too deeply, I really didn't think that much." She bowed gracefully: "You helped me raise Guangping, and I am very grateful. No matter how rude you are, I won't get upset, I owe you after all." She looked like she was ready to be beaten and scolded, which made Liu Yuniang look like a stubborn shrew. Liu Yuniang crossed her arms and looked at her: "I have always been a stingy person. What I care about most is money. Since you are grateful, don't just say it, but bring some real gifts of thanks. I can't feel your sincerity with such a pretentious bow." Yan Songyu choked and said, "Ge Gen doesn't like people who are too snobby. You..." Liu Yuniang interrupted her without any courtesy: "Speaking of snobbery, who can compare to you? Abandoning your husband and marrying a rich man... It seems that you still don't know him well enough. He cares about you so much that he is afraid that you will lose face and be wronged. Aren't these deep feelings."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yan Songyu was a little annoyed by her repeated provocations: "I am already the wife of the Li family. There is nothing improper between me and him. If we didn't have a child, we would have broken off contact long ago. I came here today not because I feel guilty, but because I don't want you husband and wife to quarrel over me! I have a gentle and kind personality, so I came to try to make peace, but that's not the reason for you to bully me!"

"No one asked you to come," Liu Yuniang sneered, "I don't know what's good and what's wrong, so I can't feel your kindness, okay?" She stretched out her hand and said, "Get out of here!" From the day Zhang Manyue got married, Yan Songyu was a relative in her family. Ordinary people are always polite to their relatives. Even if they are dissatisfied in their hearts, they are kind on the surface. In fact, this is the first time that Yan Songyu had felt unwelcome by Ge Gen's wife. She had a look of disbelief on her face. She had been the wife of a wealthy family for many years, she couldn't say anything unpleasant and her face turned red with anger: "You... are too much." After saying this, she walked away with a fling of her sleeves. Liu Yuniang shouted behind her: "If you really want to match us up, don't go to Ge Gen to complain, otherwise, we will quarrel because of you again." Yan Songyu almost fell over when she heard this and glared back fiercely. Liu Yuniang also stared: "How big are your eyes?" Yan Songyu: "..." The two of them had a quarrel, and all the neighbors saw it. An aunt asked curiously: "Manyue, is that Guangping's mother?" Everyone on the street knew that Zhang Manyue married a divorced man, but they had never seen Yan Songyu. They only knew that the Ge family did not turn against that woman and still treated her as a relative. "Yes." Liu Yuniang's face was full of ridicule: "We were quarreling as husband and wife, and she was kindly trying to reconcile it, but it's a pity that I don't appreciate it." The aunt's expression was hard to describe. Liu Yuniang was not idle. In just half a day, she found a job for Ge Guangyu learning how to make snacks. She also sent Ge Guangxing to the medical clinic. She didn't care about the salary, as long as he could learn the craft. Ge Gen didn't come to the house again, but in the evening, Yan Niang came.

Liu Yuniang didn't give this cheap daughter-in-law any face at all, and said: "If you're here to invite me back, there is no need to ask." Yan Niang sighed: "Mom, this money must be spent wisely, and it is only right to send return gifts. You being so angry about is really..." "My parents don't care about this matter, it's not your turn to lecture me." Liu Yuniang said indifferently: "I know why you came. There is no one to cook at home, and you just spent a lot of money. You probably don't want to spend money to buy food, so you specially came to convince me to return and serve your family?"

She guessed it right. Yan Niang came here to really persuade her to come home. She really wanted to save some money by cooking at home. She was pregnant, so it was okay to help, but it was difficult for her to cook alone.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with persuading her mother-in-law. The Ge family was not a wealthy family. People have to do something with their lives, and it's only right to help the family save money. "Mom, we are all family, it's too harsh to say you need to serve us." Yan Niang said disapprovingly, "You can't live in grandparents' house all year round, can you? Guangyu and Guangxing are not children, it's ok for them to come back and play for half a day, but if they stay all the time, wouldn't that be troublesome?"

"Okay." Liu Yuniang called out to the two siblings and said, "Let's go home and wait for the food to be ready." Yan Niang: "..." This must be a joke. During the day, everyone in the Zhang family was doing their own things, and only Madam Chen was home. Seeing the mother and two children going out, she felt uneasy and lowered her voice to say: "If they bully you, ask Guangxing to come back and tell us." After two days, the Ge family home was no different from before, except for a little chaos. If Zhang Manyue were there, she would definitely start cleaning up as soon as she entered. Liu Yuniang, on the other hand, glanced around and said: "My head hurts. I'm going to rest for a while." When she entered, she also said: "Guangyu, Guangxing, you two should boil some water to wash and change your clothes. Remember to go find the master tomorrow morning."

Yan Niang was dumbfounded and took a few steps forward: "Mom, what master?" "People have to do something with their lives. What's the point of sitting idle at home every day?" Liu Yuniang said, "The Ge family has only one shop. Judging from the current situation, there is definitely no place for them. They are still young. If they don't learn a craft, won't they have to work as laborers in the future?"

These words made Yanniang not know how to respond. While she was standing stunned, the door closed: "I have a headache and need to take a rest. Call me for dinner. Yan Niang, when you are cleaning the yard please be quiet. Don't disturb me." Yan Niang: "..." This was not as she expected. How did she end up as the one cleaning the yard? She obviously didn't want to work, so she asked the mother and children to come back to help. When she turned around, she found that the sister and brother were already boiling water and were very busy. She became pregnant not long after she entered the house. She had always done whatever she wanted at home, and no one had ever forced her to do anything. Yan Niang originally thought that if Liu Yuniang and her children were invited back, the yard would become clean... Now they are back, but it's still the same. However, there were other people at home, so it wasn't her turn to do these things, so she went back to her room immediately.

In the evening, Old Madam Ge and the Ge father and son came back from the shop. When they entered and saw the mess, they were not in a good mood. Ge Gen couldn't scold his pregnant daughter-in-law, but the old lady felt embarrassed and said immediately: "Yan Niang, you should move a little bit when you are pregnant, so that you can give birth easily in the future." Yan Niang appeared at the door with an apologetic look on her face: "Grandma, I fell asleep. I was thinking that since Guangyu was back... Didn't she take care of her?" Ge Gen was startled and asked, "Where's your mother?" "She came back." Yan Niang hurriedly took credit: "I went to coax her. But mother said she had a headache and went to lay down after she returned. By the way father, mother also found a teacher for Guangyu and Guangxing, and asked them to go to work tomorrow."

Ge Gen didn't pay much attention to what she said and pushed open the main room door and asked: "Is your headache better? Do you want to call a doctor?" Liu Yuniang leaned on the pillow and said: "I won't die for the time being, I just want to lie down." It was very obvious that she was suffering from laziness. Ge Gen was silent for a moment, then: "I used the silver to buy birthday gifts. It is a normal gift exchange between relatives. This silver cannot be saved. Why are you still angry?"

"I'm not angry." Liu Yuniang put her hair in a bun and prepared to go out for dinner: "Although I'm back, what I said before still counts. If you insist on giving us this generous gift, we won't be able to live like this."

Ge Gen's heart skipped a beat.

He thought that since she came back, she had accepted the gift situation. But she didn't? "Just now Yan Niang said that we are a family, and there is no such thing as who serves whom. I have been married to you for so many years, and except for my confinement period, I have never eaten meals cooked by others. I wanted to come back and try it." Liu Yuniang finished tying her hair up: "Is the meal ready?"

To be honest, Ge Gen didn't know. However, he recalled the situation when he entered the house just now. The kitchen was dark and there was no fire in the stove. It seemed that no one was cooking. "I'll have someone send it over." Ge Gen felt that he couldn't press her too hard. Zhang Manyue was obviously resentful and needed to be coaxed. Furthermore, he thought that delivering food was also a test. Zhang Manyue knew how to be frugal and was never willing to spend money to buy food. In the past, she would have immediately gone to the kitchen to cook. If there is a first time for something, there will definitely be a next time. As long as she was willing to go to the kitchen, life would be the same as before. Unfortunately, he was disappointed. After hearing this, the wife in front of him not only did not reprimand him for his extravagant spending and announce she was going to the kitchen to cook, but she actually sat back on the bed and said, "Call me when the food has arrived." Ge Gen: "..."

The woman who had always been reluctant to spend money suddenly changed her temper. It seemed that she was not forcing herself to endure it, but was really waiting for the meal with peace of mind. He finally realized that this time he seemed to have really offended her.

"Manyue, why can't you be reasonable? This is a normal courtesy gift..." Liu Yuniang raised her hand to stop him: "Are you saying that I am unreasonable?" She asked in a deep voice: "I have been married to you for so many years and I haven't ever had a comfortable rest. Can't I eat the food cooked by my daughter-in-law? Or can't I eat the food you buy?"

Ge Gen choked: "That's not what I meant." Liu Yuniang instructed: "I feel uncomfortable and don't want to see you again. After you wash up, find a place to sleep by yourself. Before the birthday banquet, I don't want to stay in the same room with you."

As for after the birthday party, she won't live with him anymore. Ge Gen's face was ashen: "Where do you want me to go?" The room where Ge Guangxing lived was very small. When two grown men entered, there was no place to turn around. It was newly built when Ge Guangping got married, and the bed was also very small. Liu Yuniang suggested: "Then after I finish my meal, should I go back to my parents' house to stay?" Ge Gen: "..." Quarrels between husband and wife will naturally cause people to talk. If after finally coming back, she ran away again, those gossipers on the street would start to speculate in private. The key point is that the two of them quarreled over giving birthday gifts to the Li family. If this matter spread to the ears of the Li family, wouldn't it be a joke? It wasn't good for Yan Songyu either. "Stay!" Ge Gen said angrily, "I can't offend you." He turned around and left. The dinner was delivered by a restaurant on the street, but the old madam felt very distressed. While eating, she muttered: "We can't eat like this tomorrow. With this money, can't we buy more meat? Do it yourself, it's just a matter of a little fire and a little salt, don't be lazy!" Liu Yuniang agreed: "Mother is right. Yan Niang, did you hear it?" Yan Niang: "..." Before she opened her mouth, Ge Guangping had already said, "She is pregnant, and the floor in the kitchen is full of water. It would be terrible if she fell." Liu Yuniang thought deeply: "I have a headache and can't do anything. Guangyu and Guangxing have to work and won't come back all day. You are busy too... Then don't do it, just buy some food." Ge Gen: "..." Is she crazy?

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I bought the game today and feeling so excitedddd 🎉🎉🎉

I wasn't able to follow the development from beginning to end due to some academic piles but now that we'll have a week off soon, it was amazing timing 💐💐💐

Backread Tumblr too and myyyyyyy

The collages of the RA ROs really hype up the story and allows a glimpse of seeing what MC is compatible with who

Speaking of compatibility, if it isn't much time consuming or a bother, is it alright knowing what qualities turn off ROs from romance (or what they least like)? Both for RA and Cdlc???

Also is it just me or do Javi secretly likes rival/ enemy to lovers???

Ahh thank you so much! This ask has been in my inbox for a while but I want to say congratulations for your week off and I hope that you don't have too much work now!

In both Creme de la Creme and Royal Affairs (and Honor Bound), some characters will break up with you based on how you handle some events that happen in the game. So there are some dealbreakers for some characters. But in general… the characters will absolutely go for MCs who aren't necessarily their usual "type" depending on how the MC treats them.

That said! Here are some aspects that may make the characters not enjoy spending time with the MC so much.

Creme de la Creme:

-Hartmann: being really rebellious, flouting rules (though they can find that a bit exciting too)

-Max: being a stickler for rules, telling them off

-Freddie: lack of curiosity or shared interests

-Delacroix: being dismissive about their occult beliefs

-Karson: being cruel

-Blaise: what they see as lacking backbone

-Auguste: being very "unpolished" without intellectual interests (eg they will go for Freddie because of their academic enthusiasm but wouldn't go for Karson)

-Rosario: being an overt snob

-Florin: being (as they see it) too intensely emotional, wanting a serious commitment quickly, causing them drama or discomfort

Royal Affairs:

Related: here's an answer about the kinds of people the Royal Affairs characters find harder to talk to

-Asher: doesn't like meanness, but, crucially, this doesn't apply to the MC. They can and do make almost any excuse for things the MC might want to do to those around them

-Beaumont: clinginess, lack of ambition/direction

-Dominique: being told off, especially someone being snippy about their flightiness

-Hyacinthe: dismissiveness, breaking social rules to be very outspoken

-Javi: gold-digging, manipulativeness

-Trevelyan: lack of curiosity or thought about how the world works (they don't have to agree - they like arguing - but if someone just doesn't care, that's a turnoff to them)

You didn't ask for Honor Bound and I hadn't announced it when you sent the ask, but here is a bonus round for them, hehe!

There are some plot events that equal dealbreakers, but let's wait to draw the curtain and reveal them...

Honor Bound:

Fiore: lack of manners/social polish (though they may sometimes find it fun to be brought out of their shell); being mean to or about their daughter

Korzha: lack of backbone or rigor (though perhaps they would like to encourage someone to have more backbone... hmmm)

Matia: they don't reeeally have many turnoffs and are pretty adventurous with who they'll go for (but under some circumstances they might see a very hapless person as more of a younger-sibling relationship rather than romance) (which is where they're at with Raffi and Savarel - not just because of age, because they'll romance a younger MC, but more personality)

Raffi: they are so easygoing that someone would need to be, like, really mean to them to be a real turnoff. They would hypothetically Hit That for almost any MC or indeed most of the adult NPCs under 50

Savarel: disagreement about moral correctness

#asks #creme de la creme #royal affairs #honor bound

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Hey I just read your recent post The one about the fandom hyper fixation and then your entry in the tags. And I'm not sure if this helps anything, But I feel like it needs to be said, I am so sorry that you are feeling under confident right now, and I hope dearly and truly that it's just a dark cloud overhead. Because I'm someone who does not know you personally, I am truly disheartened to hear you're having a rough time with something you love You spend time and energy and emotions writing these fics for free—not only just you but dozens of authors in this specific fandom we call doctor who— and it must be rough seeing the discourse, (I'm only assuming it's about the purpose of a reprose if I'm wrong just ignore this little rant. That I honestly find a bit annoying because if you don't like the fic do to the ship, back out. If you do, don't use it as an excuse to be toxic and harsh. It's petty and childish.) And the campaign falling through (quite frankly I wish I could punch whoever made Ninex"the doctor's wife" a "canonical" thing, I find the actual shipname a curse in this house and you know who I mean. Like even if you couldn't get Billie back, Just make cool Nine adventures! Also tell us what the heck Mia comes from, I love it I do, but context!) and anything else you might be going through personally. I'm sorry that you're not exactly feeling the motivation right that you use too.

I hope that you know however long this break last, you're an amazing writer and more than likely there is someone jumping into this fandom who—like me— fell in love with tentoo based on your Fics. Even if it might not seem like much books like your brighten up someone's day, and that's one of the best things you can do in the world. Make someone happy. So take your time, ride this wave out, and I hope you have something out there brightening up your life like to do ours!

Jesus, I'm sorry that I'm only just now responding to this lovely ask! It's been buried beneath someone else's novel-length piece of nonsense I've neglected to read for ages/only just now got around to deleting.

I actually quite needed to see something like this today, so even though you sent it months ago, it's serendipitous to have found it again now!

(See below for my long af reply-turned-diary-entry, I'm sorry—I just drank a C4 Smart Energy and my brain is a-going)

I appreciate you for reaching out with all of this love! It's difficult to concentrate when you're already not particularly kind to yourself, but I'm trying—and good god, stuff like this is so helpful.

I'm also so honored and happy to have changed your opinion of Tentoo AND to have brightened up your life in ANY way. You're wonderful 🥹💖

As for the Repose stuff, thank you, fam. Of course that discourse is annoying, but I've recovered from it by now (I'm also close to updating that fic again soon)!

To be honest, it's more upsetting that some people I consider(ed) friends started treating me differently because of shipping (including one not-so-stealthy ""anon"")—but I've made my peace with that. The real ones+incredible readers+actual friends will be with you no matter what.

(Honestly, with the amount of critical thinking that led me to appreciate that ship in a nuanced way [while still actively shipping TentooRose, mind], it's silly for anyone to lump me in with all of the worst opinions present in the T/M fandom—that'd be like lumping me in with the people who think Ten and Rose were fucking (we are not the same)—but people are insane. Still, I've since made separate accounts for my T/M stuff to improve my quality of life as an unpaid content creator. And it's been great! But people can still be weird. Suppose that's the price of engaging with fandom in the first place.)

Regarding the campaign thing: I'm not too concerned about that! I'm the one who made the terrible decision to try and get a petition going around the 60th... It didn't occur to me until after the fact (AKA after RTD obliterated my faith) that I should have based the entire petition around Big Finish/Titan Comics/etc to begin with. I've since come up with a way better idea, I just haven't deployed it yet — but keep an eye out if you're interested! It's going to be the last attempt I make, but I've discussed it with several like-minded friends, and I think it'll be brilliant 💖

But yes. Dear god. That shit they pulled with River and Nine... I don't even wanna talk about it. Hopefully this plan I'm working on will make up for it. Maybe. Who knows.

And thank you again for being lovely. Sorry for the wall of text!

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