#the lack of glamour and aura

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I call this the Infernal Affairs prequel au where Jungkook is the young officer undercover and Jimin turns into a mole (I mean look at him, it's giving brat gang leader). And through that operation, they become close obviously.

[hoyatype]

it’s important to distinguish between want and need. i want lemaire earrings and a beautiful home and that seems to involve buying vitsoe shelving and a second noguchi lamp and if you want to get serious about it you have to live alone, as all my coworkers do, to realise your perfect aesthetic vision

but what i need is to work towards a creative life, not the trappings of one. it seems so incredibly glamorous to live in a home that looks like a modern house listing or a nowness video and it seems like surely the people inside such homes must have untrammelled access to some artistic impulse that washes over them freely, unlike me. but i know this is not how the world works and nothing that looks like doing the work actually is the work.

i am not very sure what i am writing towards but it feels exciting to have some project that emerges forth, obscurely but incandescently, when i have sat down to write over the last two days. so i shall keep on writing and i will be patient about trying to understand what might come out from all this.

[beautifulsnake2162020]

We have it all (Hualian adopted daughter fanfic) Chapter 7

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I only do this for fun.

Premise: Not long after comforting a bullied girl named Meng Ai, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian find themselves adopting her and together they form a family they didn't know they had needed for awhile.

Story/Genre tags: Slice of life-ish (mainly), Family focused, Hua Cheng's houses finally become homes, there may be an overarching story but that's not the focus, Hualian being parents, Fengqing being uncles, Lang Qianqiu falling in love with someone who was raised by the Xianle squad, technically post-canon (though I haven't read the books so if there are some ooc moments please forgive me).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Follower tags: @anonimgato1507 @fd139 (I tagged you just in case - Lang Qianqiu makes his first appearance in this chapter)

AN: In honor of Meng Ai's birthday here is Chapter 7 - which is either posted before, on, or after, September 21. Yes this chapter will be mainly focused on her birthday celebration (the preparations leading up to it and the celebration itself). I couldn't help myself - I love the song so much.

Chapter 7

"When exactly are we meeting Chenxi?"

"We'll meet in a mutual event for our first meeting. She wants to ask a few questions. Probably to check what our intentions are in asking her about that part of her life. She told me through her oracle that I'm the first person in heaven to actually be interested in knowing anything about her imprisonment. Or at least the first person who wasn't directly related to her. Then she released her oracle and he then told me that if she has any more messages for us she'll send her oracle to either one of our temples."

They arrive in the semi-secluded residence of the now mortal Shi Qingxuan. Unsurprisingly it was located on a windy location. Shi Qingxuan's new residence was on a coastal region in a more secluded part of the beach. The winds were too strong for the anyone else. But the former Windmaster felt right at home, even when the winds no longer followed their will. When they were certain that no other mortals were nearby they rid themselves of their disguises as Nan Feng and Fu Yao and turned into their regular forms with a finishing touch of glamour to conceal their divine aura.

"Finally! I thought I would have to do something drastic to make you both return." Shi Qingxuan says as Mu Qing and Feng Xin approach their home.

"We've been busy." Feng Xin says as they enter Shi Qingxuan's home. A modest structure compared to their residence that they used to have. Well ventilated to allow the wind in what may have been a hot indoor dwelling. Spacious enough to allow room to move and to entertain a fair number of guests. But it was small enough to not be a headache when it comes to cleaning and maintenance.

"Doing what? Let me guess; sparring, dates, making sure Xie Lian is happy and martial God duties?"

"The job that you were supposed to do but you were ill."

"Speaking of which - here." Mu Qing shoves a brown bottle to them.

"Here's the second to the last dosage. Same instructions as before; half a cup once a day after a meal."

"Do I have to?" They whined.

"I already feel better."

"Then throw it in the sea. It's not my problem that you're still lacking in energy. Come to think of it I think I should be thanking you." They sighed and immediately began to drink their medicine as prescribed.

"Thanking me for getting sick? You can start by giving me these cosmetics-"

"Not happening." The three of them settles on the dining room as the winds grow stronger at midday time. Midday is when they typically visit since mortals don't like being in this spot at midday because the winds were too harsh. That way they can take a break from their mortal guises while checking up on a slowly recovering Shi Qingxuan.

"What job was I supposed to do?"

"Babysit Xie Lian and Hua Cheng's little girl."

"What?!" Mu Qing and Feng Xin couldn't help but chuckle a little at their surprised look.

"How - What?!"

"Technically she isn't officially their daughter yet. They and her parents want to ask her first before officially adopting her."

"Have you seen the way she called out for them when her father was in danger?" Feng Xin asks Mu Qing in disbelief.

"I know we haven't seen the three of them talk much but something tells me she wouldn't mind being adopted by them."

"Woah, woah, Nan Yang, wait, care to explain everything to the should have been babysitter - is she cute?"

"Her name is Meng Ai, she turns seven years old on the 21st night of September -"

"How did you know the details of her birth?"

"Jing Mei told me - she gave birth to her just after sunset."

"More details for the next babysitter please!"

"Hey I was interrupted."

"I was curious."

"You were saying Xuan Zhen?"

"She could detect the presences of the otherworldly, she got that from her father and her mother is an oracle of Xiwangmu."

"Let me guess, she could sense your divine aura?"

"A lot more than that." Feng Xin adds.

"She could sense that Xuan Zhen, Xie Lian, and I are the same type of spirit and could feel the differences from our divine aura to the ghostly aura of Hua Cheng." Shi Qingxuan's eyes grow bigger.

"At six years old!? I wasn't able to do that till I was 15! And I was only able to be good at it at 19!"

"Yes, it's impressive that she could do it without realizing it. What a talent she has." Feng Xin says with a smiles as he takes a drink from his tea.

"But she wasn't able to tell that you were Gods?"

"She hasn't had much exposure to divine presences and the three of us are probably the first beings she has interacted with long enough for her to make those observations. Interacting with ghosts on the other hand are an almost daily experience for her. It makes sense that she could tell that we are a different being from ghosts but not know that we are Gods."

"...I hate it when you are right."

"You also love it. Why else are we together now?"

"Wait -" Shi Qingxuan interrupts before they could continue flirting. As happy as they are that these two former enemies are now a couple, they were more interested in knowing more about the new little girl in their lives.

"If her parents are still alive then why are they adopting her?" Both of them shares a look before facing back at them.

"Long story short: They are the loophole and the key to giving Meng Ai a good life. I've mentioned that her mother, Jing Mei is an oracle and she receives visions."

"Just after giving birth to her, she received a vision of Meng Ai dying as a sacrifice to Xiwangmu at the hands of her relative while her parents were already dead."

"They asked Xiwangmu for a loophole and she told them that as long as she had one parent who is dead and one parent who is alive she'll be safe from those who want to sacrifice her. And so Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are that loophole."

"Hmm? How are they sure that Hua Cheng and Xie Lian counts as a loophole?"

"Chenxi clarified her mother's solution. A parent doesn't need to be blood related to count - uh - are you okay?" Mu Qing asks as shock is shown in their face.

"Chenxi - Xiwangmu's daughter - she's back? She's freed?"

"You know her Shi Qingxuan?" Feng Xin asks in interest.

"Yes - it's...it's been so long." A smile slowly emerges in their face.

"Chenxi is one of my professors when I ascended. She helped guide me in learning about my domain and how it serves the world. She's one of the best teachers I've ever had." Shi Qingxuan pours themself another cup of tea.

"When she disappeared I had thought at first that maybe she's just in her family's mountain. I couldn't blame her - I loved it there when she brought her students there to have a rest from our studies and heavenly duties. She's one of those teachers who genuinely cares about her students. She knows when to push us and when to make us laugh at ourselves and to rest from work." Then their face becomes darker.

"When I learnt that she was imprisoned...I tried to help. I secretly went against orders against getting involved."

"What happened?" Shi Qingxuan looks at them with a dark look.

"I don't know how, but they managed to use my powers against me. One of the men - I can't remember his face, just that he had green eyes - managed to somehow choke me the more winds I made and the more air I controlled." They take a moment to breathe and to calm themself. But to Mu Qing and Feng Xin it was clear that this was a traumatic experience for them.

"When I managed to somehow escape from that man, Chenxi sent a telepathic message to me to escape. I tried to tell her that I came here to free her. She rebutted and told me that just because I controlled the winds didn't mean that I had enough strategic experience to rescue her." They couldn't help but shed a tear.

"Her last message to me was that she was proud of me - but I was not meant to rescue her. And if I wanted to honor her I should live my life to bring joy and use my domain to serve. Wasting my life away for a task I wasn't meant for is a disservice to myself and others. After that I never heard from her again." They wipe the tears that they had shed and a small smile begins to emerge as they look at the martial Gods.

"Now you know one of the reasons why I am the way that I am. Even though I was immortal, life is too short to let it slip through your fingers. Professor Chenxi was right, she almost always is."

Should we tell them?

Probably - Chenxi might want to see them again

"How was she freed? How did you contact her?"

"We don't know the exact details but Meng Ai's father, Ji Huifan was the one who freed her and her mother, Jing Mei nursed her back to health. I'm sure she would love to see you again. We're going to meet with her in some sort of mutual event. She didn't specify what yet." Shi Qingxuan couldn't help but giggle at Mu Qing's brief flash of annoyance at the Chenxi's somewhat vague instructions.

"Yup, that sounds like her. Enough instructions to know what's going on but no further questions till she thinks you're ready for more or you need it."

"Xuan Zhen was able to contact her through her oracle. Maybe she'll make an exception for you since you were her student." They let out a sad sigh.

"I'm not immortal anymore. Her nearest temple is going to take me at least an entire month to get there. I don't mind the long journey but I guess I'm still recovering on how to function as a mortal. Aging and work and all."

General Nan Yang, an oracle of Chenxi is in the temple. She says that she has a message from Chenxi and requests permission to communicate with you through the spiritual channel.

"Well it seems we're in luck, one of her oracles is in my temple now."

"Then what are you waiting for? Another war? Give the oracle your password already."

"Hmph and you call me impatient."

Granted, give her the password. Tell her that General Xuan Zhen will also be joining us.

Feng Xin glances at Mu Qing and gives a small nod. Mu Qing puts his finger on their temple and enters their joint telepathic communication. In their mind's eye they appear in their respective places as they look down on a woman with bright orange and black robes. She was kneeling down with her head down as she waits for them to speak.

Rise oracle of Chenxi.

She keeps her head down as she stands up in the center platform of the spiritual array.

You have a message for us from Chenxi?

I do General Nan Yang.

Why do you keep your head down? General Nan Yang has already asked for the message.

The Goddess Chenxi is actually asking permission if she could speak through me. She instructed that I am not allowed to look at either one of you until you have granted her permission to do so.

This was new. They glance at each other in the spiritual array. Mu Qing shrugs before nodding.

Granted.

Immediately the oracle looks up and her golden glowing eyes looks at both of them. Her back straightened and her stance now more fitting of a dignified Goddess than a follower of hers. What followed was a voice that was drastically different than hers but one Mu Qing is familiar with. Only now he realizes that what he had heard was the dulled version of her voice. It was expected since she was speaking through her oracle's body. Just like whenever her mother possessed one of her priests or priestesses, her voice blended with her mortal follower's.

Good day Generals Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen.

Chenxi, this is quite the unusual method of reaching out to us. You could have just contacted either one of us directly.

I assure you Nan Yang that there is a reason why I'm doing it this way. The short answer is that we could be eavesdropped and I'm not taking any chances.

Eavesdropped in Nan Yang's mind? I didn't know that such a thing was possible.

You also didn't know it was possible to contact me through my oracle and yet you did. But enough of that. Please tell Shi Qingxuan that I will see all three of you in Meng Ai's birthday on the 21st night of September. It will be in Paradise Manor for obvious reasons.

Understood.

And speaking of Meng Ai, the little girl has been wondering where you both disappeared to. I personally recommend visiting her before then. She's already figured out that you two and Xie Lian are Gods and is currently trying to guess which ones are you.

Well it's nice to know we've made an impression on her considering who will be adopting her...It was also nice seeing her beat Nan Yang in Go.

You were coaching her!

She's still learning the game.

Chenxi chuckles a bit.

I'll see you in her birthday celebration. Don't forget to bring a gift for her. Till then, good bye General Nan Yang, General Xuan Zhen.

She then releases her oracle who immediately brings her head down and her posture now back to a humble follower.

Thank you for your service to us. Some of my followers will escort you back to your temple for your protection.

Thank you as well General Nan Yang. And thank you as well General Xuan Zhen for your presence.

You're welcome oracle of Chenxi, depart with Heaven's blessings.

Feng Xin and Mu Qing leaves the spiritual array. Both of them grin at Shi Qingxuan.

"It seems like your old teacher has heard you. She now expects to see you in Meng Ai's birthday in Paradise Manor. Which means Nan Yang and I will have to introduce you to her before then."

"Oh gre- AH CHOO!" Horror and denial is on their face as Mu Qing gives them a pointed look as Feng Xin sends a telepathic command to some of his followers to protect the oracle.

"Which means you need to get better before going anywhere near her. Rest I'll make dinner and herbal tea tonight."

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Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

He feels himself scurry along the once familiar rooms as he hides himself in plain sight.

"What are the chances that they are no longer in these lands?" A figure asks briefly looking towards his direction which frightened him that he might be caught. He made himself relax despite his fear. He cannot afford to waste any opportunity to learn more about their plans.

"If they had gone to other areas of the silk road we would have known. Our network of contacts are too vast and prominent for us to not know."

"They could have gone through sea."

"Or to the archipelagic region with several islands."

"Again, we would have known if they had fled to those lands. We have spies in the Southern coastal area and they have been closely watching every single family who consists of a father, a mother, and a daughter. So far every batch of them is not them. I still believe they are still within these lands."

"Or they could have been transported to another world entirely." A figure with green eyes say as nearly everyone groaned.

"For that to be possible they'll need a lot of energy. And no unusual power surges among mortals have been detected."

"Stop all this worrying." A figure steps in. To anyone who didn't know or look closely, the man looked to be in his early fourties. Never knowing that he, like the rest of his relatives gathered within this room was several centuries old.

"Ji Huifen and his family cannot escape forever. We can take as much time as we'd like. What's important is that his daughter is sacrificed on Xiwangmu's altar. It doesn't matter if she's a little girl or an old lady, all we need is to take her before death claims her. Are we understood?"

"Yes Zufu Bocheng." They all reply as they settle themselves in their respective seats as Ji Bocheng takes his seat.

"Tell Ji Lihua to take her time. I trust in her abilities to track Ji Huifan. But she could be impulsive and impatient. Remind her that we have all the time in the world as long as the little girl is alive."

"We will Zufu." Ji Bocheng then gives the signal to their servants. It was when he heard the incoming groans and screams of pain that was getting louder just outside of the door that Ji Huifan decided that he has seen enough. He closes his eyes as he lets go of the mouse that he has possessed. He's had enough experiences of the blood feeding rituals and he doesn't want to add more memories to the mix.

We've got you Ji Huifen

Xie Lian's telepathic presence gently guides him back to his body. He awakens in the presence of Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. All of them seated under a tree that he had felt the most calm. Both of them had leant him enough power to allow them to telepathically see and hear what he has learnt.

"Hmph if they think they have contacts everywhere then it's a good thing that I have my own network."

"Still, I believe that it is best for you and Jing Mei to stay here for a little bit more."

"Thank you Dianxia. Mei mei Lihua is probably one of the best choices they have of tracking us down."

"Why? Does she have any special abilities?"

"It's because you're siblings isn't it?"

"Correct, Lihua and I are full blooded siblings. While our forms are quite different she could easily track me down because we share the same parents. Our other siblings are only half and if only one parent is shared, there's a large number of guesswork since the identity of our blood could also be shared by distant relatives with a common ancestor. But if both parents are the same, all she has to do is to track down anyone whose blood is the closest to hers." He sighs as they stand up and start heading back towards the manor.

"Having said that while she may be good at tracking me down, she isn't the best fighter compared to our other relatives. Knowing her she probably thinks this is more of a chore."

"What do you suggest?" Xie Lian asks.

"Keep her bored. Or make sure that nothing peaks her interest while staying on the task. If she's bored enough she'll move on to something else."

"On the contrary I suggest we keep her on the task." Hua Cheng says as they stop for awhile after all three sees Meng Ai and Jing Mei entering the gardens. This was a discussion that Meng Ai doesn't have to hear.

"You've mentioned that she's not the best fighter among them but she's the best choice to track you down. What if we finally eliminate her?"

"That...may work. But I'm not entirely sure if she will become mortal once again just by being drained of her blood till she passes out or if she also needs to accompany it with grief."

"Let's continue this at another time." Xie Lian says as they enter within earshot of Meng Ai and Jing Mei.

"Baba, Xie Lian, San Lang, I need your help -"

"They are not going to help you Aiai."

"But-"

"You're not old enough for a puppy."

"But mama the puppy and it's mama doesn't have anywhere else to go."

"Aiai - I know you love animals. But you cannot adopt every single puppy and mama dog that you see."

"Hmm? Where did you see a puppy Xiao Ai?"

"Mama was doing her water ritual San Lang, it's where she sees things through water. And she was just checking on the areas just outside of ghost city and in one of the nearby cities there's a puppy with it's mother and both of them looked alone -"

"And you are not yet old enough to take care of them."

"But mama their round green eyes looked so sad."

And that caught everyone's attention.

"Xiao Ai how would you describe the type of green eyes the puppy and its mother have?"

"They were beautiful bright green Xie Lian. Like jade if it managed to glow."

"They were glowing Aiai. But you are still too young." To everyone else it became clear why Jing Mei was refusing to allow Meng Ai to get anywhere close to them. Dogs typically didn't have eyes that had the color of bright glowing jade green. It was definitely something else that was in the guise of a puppy and its mother trying to lure innocent victims like Meng Ai who wasn't aware of the dangerous trap she was being lured into. Probably a couple of demons who was using glowing jade green eyes to lure victims into their trap.

Though that didn't mean Jing Mei was wrong in saying that Meng Ai was too young and not ready to take care of a pet.

Then Ji Huifan fortunately remembered something.

"Mei, doesn't Chenxi and Xiwangmu raise animals as a community pet?"

"Those animals are technically pets which belong to the Goddesses; which is why with a few exceptions they stay inside temple grounds and are never slaughtered or killed."

"I have an idea."

"I'm not taking one of their pets and gifting it to Aiai."

"No no, what if Aiai raises one and offers it on her birthday? Then we could see how ready she is for a pet of her own."

"Hmm that could work. It could show Xiao Ai here what it means to take care of another life who depends on her."

"And every week we check their progress. Her birthday is only a few weeks away and it would be a valuable experience for her."

"And how are we supposed to remain hidden while offering the future pet to Xiwangmu?"

"Xiao Ai doesn't have to actually leave here. Something tells me they'll send someone here for her birthday. What do you think little one? Are you up for the challenge your parents gave you?" Hua Cheng asks with a teasing tone.

"Yes please, pretty please."

"I'll be choosing what you'll be raising. And I will tell you now it's not a puppy. Xiwangmu already has plenty of dogs that play around in her temples."

"Okay."

"Don't worry Aiai we'll guide you. But it's still you who will be taking up the responsibility of raising the animal whom you will offer to Xiwangmu."

"Yes, baba." Meng Ai nods eagerly as she waits for more reminders from her new parents.

"Xiao Ai why don't you play with Ruoye for awhile." Xie Lian allows Ruoye to fly towards Meng Ai as it wraps itself around her hands while a part of it rubs itself against Meng Ai's cheek in their mutual delight.

"While you're at it, take E-ming with you. Just don't take E-ming out of it's sheath." The sentient scimitar coos in delight as Hua Cheng carefully gives it to Meng Ai with a subtle but noticeable glance to Yin Yu to watch over her while she plays with their spiritual tools. Once Yin Yu leads Meng Ai to a safe distance away from the four of them while still being within their vision, the discussion becomes serious.

"I'm going to investigate the hidden demon nearby."

"I'll come with you San Lang."

"How sure are you that it's just a demon? What if it's a demon summoned by one of the mage mercenaries to try to lure us out - or even worse lure Aiai out."

"That's even better Jing Mei, getting information will be easier. If you need anything Yin Yu will know what to do." In the distance they hear Meng Ai laughing as she was chasing Ruoye who was carrying a sheathed E-ming around a field of Asters.

"Please you two, let San Lang and I handle this." Ji Huifan sighs, shares a look with Jing Mei before they both nod.

"You probably already know this but from my experience these demons are the most likely ones that they've summoned." They listen intently before making their way to where the disguised demons were located.

The couple lands a short distance away from where the hidden demons disguised as a puppy and its mother were. Standing near them made their demonic aura more obvious to them.

"They don't seem to be puppets. But that might just be because whomever created them is highly skilled."

"Hmm my bet is that they themselves are demons since if they were just puppets they would need some external power source to do that level of deception while still keeping itself intact." The sun begins to set and children begin staying indoors or staying in areas that are more crowded than the sparse field where they are in now.

"How do you want to do this San Lang?"

"We go together but you could approach it first. You'll ask the easy questions." He turns to Xie Lian with a dangerous glint in his eyes that Xie Lian couldn't help but be drawn to even after seven years of marriage.

"While I ask the difficult questions."

"Do you think they'll be truthful?" Xie Lian quickly asks to try to ignore his blush. Though he knows that Hua Cheng had already noticed.

"We'll know, and we'll have our ways to finding out the truth." They share a nod as they make their way to the hidden demons. The one disguised as a puppy starts whimpering and making pitiful sounds as it looks at Xie Lian's figure approaching.

"Whomever you are go to your true form. There are questions that you need to answer - both of you." Xie Lian says with a serious but still approachable tone. But the once seemingly innocent look of both demons are now glazed over with darkness and anger.

"Don't make us force you." Xie Lian warns as he prepares himself for any possible attack. The demon in the form of a puppy launches itself at him but its demonic face with a mouth full of sharp teeth emerged. Xie Lian quickly moved away with ease and dodged an attack from the demon in the form of the mother dog. As he bent down Hua Cheng managed to grab their throats in each hand and both demons began choking with fear.

"Go to your true forms or I will make you." He throws both demons on front of them and they immediately go to their shadowy forms with reluctance and fear of the Crimson Rain Sought Flower.

"Now." Hua Cheng continues as he holds their jade green glowing gazes.

"We'll ask some questions and you are going to answer them. Lie and we will know."

"Hrraah...Fine...Graah."

"Why are you here?" Xie Lian begins.

"Krrah ... Krraah...to...Krraah...lure..."

"Lure who?"

"Hrrah...Graaah...a...krraah...little girl...KraAAh..."

"Do you know her name?"

"GrraAWAah...Hrraah...No...Krrraah..."

"How about what she looks like?" Hua Cheng asks in an intimidating tone.

"Krraah...Hrraaah...No...Krraah...GrAaAh!" They share a look.

Shall I make them show us?

Go ahead, you did warn them earlier.

"Hmph why don't we see for ourselves." Xie Lian slips his hand in Hua Chengs and intertwine their fingers while Hua Cheng with his other hand now outstretched reaches into the memories of both demons. He quickly found the memory he was looking for and projected them telepathically to Xie Lian's mind so they may both uncover them together.

"WE SUMMON YOU!" Cried a group of hooded and masked mages in a dark night without moonlight. The only light present was the candles arranged in a summoning formation.

"KRAahAHaha...GrahaAh...who summons...HrahaAah?"

"We do, youth devourers."

"We have a task for you."

"GRAhahaKraah...Offerring...HraAah...first." One of the mages lead two children who were in a trance to each demon. Xie Lian couldn't help but wince in horror as the youth devouring demons take their souls and devours them.

Gege?

I'm fine...its just awful

I know

"Satisfied?"

"Grahakraah...Yes...Grahaaah."

"We need you to capture a little girl."

"Her left eye is blue and her right eye is amber brown. She would be about six years old. By the end of September she will be seven years old."

"HRAAH...Krahaagh...why...Graaahk...us...kraaAAagh?"

"You youth devouring demons specialize in luring and hunting down children. Even in areas where mortals cannot easily go."

"We have prepared other offerings which you will recieve when you bring us the girl alive and with her soul intact."

"GraAAAahhk...krAaAh...her...KRaAaAhk...name?"

"She is known as Meng Ai, and her presence was felt in Jingdezhen before we lost track of her."

"Bring her to us and you will recieve the rest of your offerings."

"GRAaAh!" "HraAAaAghk!"

The memory ends but Hua Cheng keeps his control over the two demons.

"Should we ask them to lead us to them?"

"No need. I already know where those mages are, even if they travel around." Hua Cheng then summons E-ming out of its sheath.

"GrAAH krAAaAh - you liars! HraAahk!"

"We never promised your safety and continued existence." These were Hua Cheng's last words to them before E-mind destroyed them.

"Good job E-ming." Xie Lian says as the scimitar's eye looked to him for approval. Having received it, E-ming coos of soft delight.

"Hmm they're getting desperate. Something tells me that this won't be the last thing they summon to hunt or lure Xiao Ai to them."

"I'll increase the security measures when it comes to her safety. And when all else fails she still has our silver butterfly pendant on her. Our combined powers in that pendant should be able to protect her and send a message to anyone who dares harm her." Xie Lian couldn't help but smile as he notices how Hua Cheng is already thinking of her safety.

"What amuses Gege so?"

"I like this side of you. Being protective over our daughter. I don't mind seeing this more often." Xie Lian couldn't help but tease a bit as he brings himself closer to Hua Cheng's look of surprise.

"Is...is that so?"

"Mmhmm" He sighs as he embraces him with his arms around Hua Cheng's neck.

"Let's visit Puqi Shrine for awhile. Since Meng Ai couldn't be there for the meantime we'll have the bed to ourselves." Hua Cheng quickly takes out the dice and tosses it but barely looks at the number that will inevitably lead to Puqi Shrine. His gaze instead was focused on his husband as he feels his desire for him increase as he feels himself share an expression of lust with him.

"We're here Gege." He bends down to kiss him and to carry him as a groom would carry his bride. Never breaking the kiss he enters the living quarters and gently placed him on the bed.

"San Lang mmm" Xie Lian moans as he keeps Hua Cheng close to his lips with one hand while undressing him and teasing him with the other.

"Mmm Gege mmm."

They would deal with the damage left by the previous battle once morning arrives. For now they were savoring being united in their love.

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"White Lotus is clearly the better mooncake filling." Mu Qing argues as he, Feng Xin, and Shi Qingxuan went to the nearby town. It was their promised reward to Shi Qingxuan for taking care of themself to recover quicker and thus meeting Meng Ai earlier before her birthday.

"Its too subtle for a little girl's birthday."

"Well clearly not for Meng Ai since she loves it."

"She also loves the Red bean filling. The popular choice."

"Hey you two why don't you just go for the third option? You both mentioned you liked how her mom mixed both fillings together, why not go with that? Also," Shi Qingxuan browses the fabric on display.

"What do you think her favorite color is? Or or what colors do you think looks good with her?"

"The four of us secretly decided to give all three to her. We'll give her an official answer so that she won't suspect and so her mother could begin making it, Nan Feng and I will buy one mooncake with either White Lotus paste or Red bean filling and her new parents will buy the other."

"Red bean filling is easier to find and it easily sells out. Oh and I think you should just ask her since we'll be going there once we finish up here."

"Which is why we should buy the White Lotus one so that it's easier to get."

"Do you know how easy it is to screw up White Lotus mooncake?"

"Any mooncake made by an idiot will be screwed up. Why do you think we'll be tasting them first before giving it to her?" Sighing as they hear the argument continue Shi Qingxuan decides to ask the store owner if they had some fabric samples they could show. They couldn't help but laugh at both of them remaining firm in their arguments.

"Here you go sir, a book sewn with a small piece of all the fabrics we have in our store."

"Thank you so much. Come on you two, you can continue arguing outside." They say with a laugh as both of them follow them out.

"Is that your only gift to her?"

"Of course not, we're also giving her a Go set." Feng Xin says as Mu Qing enters the first store selling mooncakes. The Mid Autumn Festival was only a few weeks away and this year Meng Ai's birthday would be in the week after that. Stores were now selling their mooncakes as a form of advertising their products. By selling them now the public could gauge which stores would sell the mooncakes that appealed to their taste and stores themselves could gauge how many orders to prepare as the Mid Autumn Festival came nearer.

"Did you check with Hua Cheng and Xie Lian if they already have a Go set in Paradise Manor? I find it hard to believe that Hua Chengzhu wouldn't already have one."

"Well another one wouldn't hurt."

"Because he already bought it." Mu Qing says as he emerged with six small mooncakes. Three of the White Lotus Paste filling and three of the Red bean filling.

"I didn't buy it! It wasn't used and was just collecting dust in one of my temples and I compensated my priest with blessings in exchange for offering it to me."

"In other words - you bought it from your priest." Mu Qing rebuts as he eats his share with the red bean filling. While the taste itself was not bad it had a strangely sour after taste that he isn't sure that Meng Ai would enjoy. Jing Mei's remarkable mooncakes were smooth, flavorful and did not have any of the aftertaste he was currently experiencing now.

Perhaps it was just the red bean flavor.

He eats the White Lotus paste flavor filling and while the flavor was better than the previous mooncake, it still had that sour aftertaste.

It must be the dough.

"Uhm Xuan Zhen, I don't think a little girl is going to like this." Shi Qingxuan says as he swallows only out of politeness. But it was clear from their and Feng Xin's expressions that none of them were fans of the sour aftertaste.

"I know, this is a far cry from her mother's version."

"I honestly doubt we'll be able to find someone who could match hers."

"Describe how her mother does it. Maybe I know a place that will have something similar."

"Smooth, flavorful, concentrated in its flavor that just complements the egg inside it, sweet but not overwhelmingly so. Just enough to make you want more."

"It's almost like there is a subtle burst of it in every bite you take and because of its smoothness the flavors becomes more intense." Feng Xin adds as they begin making their way in a secluded area after they notice that it was late in the night and it was time for them to make their way to Paradise Manor. Mu Qing begins drawing a teleportation portal to get them close enough to the entrance of Ghost City.

"If she's willing to make us some, you'll understand what we mean."

"Are you sure Xiwangmu wouldn't let me borrow her for her visions and her amazing food? She's got plenty of other oracles." At this Mu Qing couldn't help but laugh.

"We've already talked about this, I highly doubt she would lend her to you just for those reasons."

"What if I send some of my followers to protect her and Chenxi's temples?"

"You don't need to request for her specifically! You can get anyone else to cook for you or to give you visions."

"Okay what if I teach Meng Ai how to fight?" Mu Qing pinches the bridge of his nose in both annoyance and amusement.

"Go ahead, try your best to convince one of the most powerful primordial Goddesses if you can borrow one of her most active oracles. I'm going to enjoy watching her kick your sorry butt." Now it was Feng Xin's turn to laugh.

"Hmph please, we both know you wouldn't let that happen."

"Well it looks like the portal is ready! Enough stalling let's go." Shi Qingxuan says quickly before Mu Qing could respond with what seemed to be a more teasing and flirtatious reply based on the expression on his face. Their flirting was often more confusing to the former Wind Master. At least whenever Hua Cheng and Xie Lian would flirt, their flirtations were more obvious and Shi Qingxuan knew to ignore it and give the married couple privacy. But with Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen being a relatively new couple (in public at least, they knew that the Generals were together a little longer before that) their flirtations with each other were a sometimes not so obvious and it was difficult to tell if the new couple were seriously arguing or if they were simply teasing and goading each other into initiating more physical forms of affection.

They emerge out of the portal and make a final check to see if their divine aura was obvious or not. Then they join the ghosts entering Ghost City.

When they enter the actual city they were greeted by Yin Yu.

"Welcome back to Ghost City. Just follow me to Paradise Manor."

"Thank you Yin Yu. What are they doing?" Shi Qingxuan asks in curiosity.

"It's going to be your first time meeting her, correct?"

"Oh yes! And might I just say I would have jumped at the chance of babysitting her if only I wasn't sick. But unfortunately I'm now mortal and I'm now more prone to illnesses." Shi Qingxuan gives a chuckle at the end. They decided that it was best that they take over the conversation since they aren't exactly sure what type of dynamic the other two have with Yin Yu. They are at least confident that Yin Yu and they can have an easy conversation. Or Yin Yu willingly listened to Shi Qingxuan's thoughts about almost anything.

"It is understandable, let's just say her mother has found her an animal that she will raise for the next few weeks and she will offer it to Xiwangmu on the day of her birthday." Yin Yu let's out a small chuckle.

"All because Xiao Ai wanted to adopt a puppy and its mother which turned out to be a couple of youth devourers in disguise."

"So she's taking care of a dog?" Feng Xin asks as they reach the entrance of Paradise Manor.

"Not exactly." Yin Yu says with amusement, when they reach the entrance of the building and before Yin Yu makes his leave he gives them one last hint.

"I hope you won't mind a certain meat being absent in your meals here - or at least whenever Meng Ai is present while eating. She's that committed." He then takes his leave and the three of them enter the manor. What greeted them was an amusing sight.

It seems that their presence was not yet noticed since Hua Cheng and Xie Lian had their backs to them while to their side was another couple who was looking down at what Shi Qingxuan presumed to be Meng Ai who was currently hidden by them.

"You know she can also eat bugs Aiai."

"No! Baba she'll be vegetarian."

"But you'll deprive her of nutritition and she's already the runt of the litter." Jing Mei says amusingly.

"But mushrooms are also protein!"

"I hate to agree Xiao Ai but plenty of mushrooms are toxic to both humans and animals." Xie Lian adds in a light tone.

"Aw." Hua Cheng chuckles in a way that they've only heard him do around Xie Lian. And now this little girl had the power to bring that out from him. Much to their astonishment. Mostly of Shi Qingxuan, but also to Feng Xin and Mu Qing.

"Xiao Ai don't worry, she's not going to be slaughtered. You're raising her to be Xiwangmu's pet."

"I know San Lang." They then hear a little squeal and what emerged was Meng Ai craddling a swaddled little piglet.

"Oh I'm so sorry we didn't notice your arrival." Xie Lian immediately says as he approaches the trio. It was then that Meng Ai noticed two familiar faces and one new one.

"Nan Feng! Fu Yao! Meet Chang-Chang." She holds up the little swaddled piglet as she eagerly runs to them. The piglet blinks innocently at them and as the three of them kneels down to her level to take a closer look.

"She's my birthday gift to Xiwangmu so she's actually her pet."

"Hello there." Shi Qingxuan says as they reach out and pet Chang-Chang on the head. Turns out the little piglet loves cuddles and immediately leans in on their hand.

"You know what - surprisingly cute." Mu Qing says as he gives a little pet to Chang-Chang on the head while Feng Xin pets her from underneath her chin. The little piglet, much like Meng Ai was happily soaking up all the positive attention from her new audience.

"Mama chose her for me because she couldn't get milk from her mama."

"Not enough nipples and too many piglets." Jing Mei clarifies from where she was standing.

"Is this why you don't want to eat pork until after she goes to Xiwangmu?" Shi Qingxuan asks and she nods vigorously.

"I didn't want to offend her. But don't worry since she'll be going to Xiwangmu in the morning, in my birthday party in the evening we'll be eating pork again." Feng Xin took the moment to carry Chang-Chang while Xie Lian formally introduced Shi Qingxuan and Meng Ai. After a few minutes he felt dampness in the swaddled cloth accompanied by Hua Cheng's laughter.

"Chang-Chang!" One of the servants accompanied Jing Mei in helping Meng Ai in cleaning the little piglet whose pee soaked through the swaddling cloth and dripped a bit on Feng Xin.

"I'm so sorry Nan Feng - if it makes you feel better Chang-Chang also peed on me when I was carrying her yesterday." Mu Qing laughs as he hands a handkerchief to Feng Xin.

"Don't worry Meng Ai, let's just say Nan Feng is used to fluids being dripped his way." Before she could ask further Jing Mei and the female servant ushers her out to clean Chang-Chang.

"Well would you look at that - it's nice to know that even Chang-Chang has taste in companions." Hua Cheng says as he joins Xie Lian's side.

"Hey! At least she's comfortable around me."

"Aw you two were right, she is adorable. Congratulations on your new little girl you two." Shi Qingxuan immediately says to quickly dissipate any incoming argument between Hua Cheng and Feng Xin. Even though they knew that these three couldn't help but bicker, they didn't want to start their visit with them bickering among each other (though it was still entertaining from their point of view). Xie Lian gives them a thankful glance and guides them to the dining room and takes advantage of Meng Ai being absent for a little while.

"Chenxi has contacted you?" Ji Huifan asks them as they enter.

"Yes, you knew?" Mu Qing asks.

"No, but she did send a message to Mei and I that she will be attending Meng Ai's birthday party."

"Huh interesting." Shi Qingxuan says as female servants begin placing food on the dining table. They couldn't help but wink at a few of them while also giving a sympathetic look. They recalled the time when they were going undercover and had to blend in among Hua Cheng's female servants.

"Any ideas on what are their next moves?" Mu Qing asks when they all settle down.

"Considering that they ventured into summoning youth devourers they would probably start summoning other demonic creatures." Hua Cheng says seriously. Xie Lian slip his hand into Hua Cheng's for their mutual comfort.

"Based on their last movements the entire group is mainly headed towards the southern areas. Probably to investigate if they had left or if their contacts have seen the three of them leave through the southern coastal areas. I'd like to request if you two could keep an eye on them."

"Of course." They then sense that Meng Ai and Jing Mei were coming. This time Chang-Chang was swaddled in a new cloth and was now laying inside a basket whose walls were high enough that the little piglet couldn't escape even if she jumped.

"Chang-Chang is not sitting on your lap."

"But my eyes are not leaving Chang-Chang."

"Chang-Chang already ate, she'll be more comfortable in your room."

"But I haven't yet and I need to see her at all times."

"Xiao - Ai would you like to put Chang-Chang nearby?" Xie Lian asks in a gentle persuasive tone and trying to find an approach that would help Jing Mei and Meng Ai have a compromise.

"She could be within your view."

"Okay Xie Lian." Xie Lian then takes the basket holding Chang-Chang on the seat in front of Meng Ai which was in between Shi Qingxuan and and Mu Qing.

"Don't worry, she's sleeping now so I don't think she'll relieve herself again. I just want to make sure I know where she is." With everyone complete they begin eating their meal.

"Say Jing Mei, by any chance do you still have any of those sample mooncakes? You know just so Shi Qingxuan here could understand Meng Ai's dilemma."

"Oh yes, I just made a new batch this morning - and no Aiai you're not getting any until your birthday."

"I was wondering if Chang-Chang could have some."

"I know what you're trying to do but the answer is still no."

"Meng Ai, think of it this way - once you get your mooncake on your birthday it will be much sweeter." Shi Qingxuan says now excited at finally tasting the coveted mooncakes of Jing Mei.

"That's true, but by then Chang-Chang will be with Xiwangmu."

"Don't worry Aiai, I'll make a pig friendly version to accompany Chang-Chang on the morning of your birthday when you offer her as a pet to Xiwangmu."

"Oh why didn't you say so mama!?" Finally satisfied the rest of the meal went on and by the end of it Shi Qingxuan now understands why Feng Xin and Mu Qing were no longer satisfied with just any mooncakes and why Feng Xin wants to borrow Jing Mei for her cooking skills.

"How do you like things so far Meng Ai?"

"Oh I love it Fu Yao. Everything is so red and warm and cozy."

"Ah so is red your favorite color? Oh and before I forget you can call me A-xuan. I give you my full permission." Shi Qingxuan says with enthusiasm. Meng Ai couldn't help but giggle as she shakes her head.

"Red is beautiful but blue is actually my favorite color."

"Oh why is that?" Feng Xin asks amused.

"Because whenever blue shows up in nature, it is always a work of art. That's why you don't see many things in nature that are blue."

"Hmm? But the sky is blue." Shi Qingxuan points out.

"And so is the sea." Added Mu Qing.

"The sky is up there, and the waters only reflect it, that's why they are blue. But there aren't many species of animals that are blue. There's no blue dog, blue cat or blue horses. But peacocks have beautiful iridiscent patterns on their feathers and the most beautiful butterfly in nature is the blue butterfly." At this she excitedly turns to Hua Cheng.

"San Lang, did you know that somewhere beyond our lands is the most beautiful blue butterfly? One of Baba's friends summoned some through a portal and it was the most beautiful butterfly in nature. And Baba explained that the reason why its so vibrant is because the butterflies are not using pigment, they use some sort of structure that is too small for us to see to make their wings blue. Since they live in a part of the world that rains a lot so they need to keep their wings vibrant even when they are wet."

"How interesting Xiao Ai." He says with interest as he listens to her.

"Oh yes and it's also why when you look at it in different angles sometimes it shifts in color - Baba what do you call it?"

"Iridesence."

"Iridesence! And it's the same method that Peacocks use for their feathers. That's why their feathers are so beautiful." By the end of the meal, the new people in Meng Ai's life have a good grasp on what gifts she would love and appreciate.

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"Thank you for visiting scrap collector gege!"

"You're welcome Gu Zi." Xie Lian says as the little boy is escorted to have his formal lessons by a teacher whom Lang Qianqiu personally checked would be good for Gu Zi's temperament and would be considerate of his background. Now he and his former Guo Shi were alone ever since the battle of the heavens against Jun Wu.

"Lang Qianqiu? Is there something in your mind?" Xie Lian asks as he hears Lang Qianqiu sigh.

"Am I fighting a losing battle...Guo Shi?" Lang Qianqiu turns to face him with uncertainty in his eyes.

"He still awaits for his father's return. I don't know if that's his original father or that monster anymore. No matter how much I try and attempt to explain things to him he rejects it. What if...what if this means I'm not ready to take care of him? Or worse, what if I mess things up?" Lang Qianqiu then realizes that as much as he tries...he needs his Guo Shi.

The man who willingly painted himself as the villain in his life so that peace would prevail and so that he could be the ruler who listens to the needs of his people.

"Qianqiu." Xie Lian starts with a gentle tone. Gentler than when he was Fang Xin Guoshi, but nevertheless it was still sincere.

"I also wasn't ready when I came into your life." Lang Qianqiu nods solemnly.

"But you managed to do it so well."

"But I wasn't perfect." The stillness yet cooling air of the heavens only emphasized that there was nowhere to run. Deep inside both of them they longed to be able to form a bond, even though it will never be like how it was. One of them believed he was undeserving and it was all a wishful dream but Xie Lian couldn't help but hope. Lang Qianqiu didn't know how to reforge it, but he had to try. To try his best even though it made him uncomfortable right now.

He misses him.

But he also knows that the wounds from the recent revelations were still too fresh. And he could see that his Guo Shi knows that some things take time to heal.

"Qianqiu, there is no such thing as a perfect parent or guardian." Xie Lian couldn't help but place his hands on Qianqiu's shoulders to reassure his former student.

"But that doesn't mean you shouldn't do your best. And I know you enough that you will." Lang Qianqiu's eyes become watery as he allows the words of his Guo Shi to sink in.

Somehow, even till now...he knew just what he needs to hear.

And he couldn't help but smile in thanks to him.

"I have an idea, why don't I introduce you and Gu Zi to someone. She's six years old but it would be nice for Gu Zi to be with children around his age."

"Ugh, I've tried Guo Shi. But he refuses to interact with them whenever Mengyou and I take him to the mortal realm. I'm trying not to force things on him. He's so obsessed with his father and Qi Rong that I'm afraid that he will miss out on living life."

"Don't worry. You still have time. And I have faith in you."

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"Chang - Chang, sit." The little piglet lay down instead of sitting. Taking a deep breath Meng Ai tries again.

"Chang - Chang, stand." Mu Qing, Feng Xin, and Shi Qingxuan watches her squeal in delight as they watch the piglet stand up. The three of them have decided to take her to Shi Qingxuan's new residence with permission from Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. Since those hunting her were specifically looking for a family of three - a mother, a father, and a daughter, they tended to ignore groups that didn't meet this description. As expected Hua Cheng initially refused until Xie Lian convinced him that Meng Ai needs to take trips outside of Ghost City since she was still mortal. Even if the powers they bestowed on her butterfly pendant was more than enough to allow her to live everyday in Ghost City, Meng Ai did miss being around regular people. It was only when Hua Cheng made a special kind of illusion on her so that anyone who wasn't taking care of her couldn't see what she actually looks like.

This also gave a chance for all of her parents to rest from taking care of her while Shi Qingxuan is making up for lost time by showing that they can be relied on as her babysitter.

After all there were at least twenty hidden wraith butterflies watching over her and their treatment of her. These hidden twenty were only visible to the trio of babysitters. Threatening them by their mere presence and proximity should any harm fall on Meng Ai while she is under their watch. Meanwhile there were another ten wraith butterflies playing with her and Chang-Chang.

"You know for someone who recently became a father, Hua Chengzhou is quite protective over little Aiai." Shi Qingxuan says as they fan themself to keep cool. While it wasn't a hot day, it wasn't cool enough to be comfortable either.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I don't blame him. Qingxuan if only you knew what these cursed immortals had sent to hunt her down you too would be concerned over her safety." Feng Xin says as he takes a bite of the latest sample of mooncakes that Shi Qingxuan bought from the capital city of this area. It was definitely better but still not as smooth as how Jing Mei makes hers.

"Hmph, never thought the day would come when Hua Cheng would be protective over someone other than Dianxia." Mu Qing says as he puts a black stone on the Go board before turning to watch Meng Ai play and teach Chang-Chang basic commands.

"Chang-Chang, down." The piglet lies down and an enthusiastic Meng Ai gives her a treat. Even from where they were sitting they could see that the butterflies were being very gentle and playful with her. Some of them have began attaching themselves on her hair, keeping some of the stray strands from flying into her face.

"Chang-Chang, stand." The piglet stands and was rewarded with another treat.

"By the way, has she guessed your identities yet?"

"She already knows Xie Lian is the Crown Prince of Xianle when she asked him last dinner and said why she thinks so. He didn't have the heart to not answer her." Feng Xin places a white stone on the Go board before once again facing the direction where Meng Ai and Chang-Chang was.

"Well to be fair Nan Yang he is going to be her new father. If there's anyone whose identity she should know its him and Hua Cheng. She's quick so it won't be long till she guesses our own identites."

"Chang-Chang, walk." Happily trotting beside her and some of the wraith butterflies trailing along behind them they go back to where the trio were seated at the outer porch area of Shi Qingxuan's home.

"General Nan Yang! General Xuan Zhen! A-Xuan! Look what I taught Chang-Chang!" She doesn't notice the look of surprise when she immediately turns and commands Chang-Chang to sit, lie down, and stand. Shi Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh that's brilliant Meng Ai!"

"I know A-xuan! I can't believe she finally learnt my commands now." After Chang-Chang consistently follows Meng Ai's commands she picks her up and carries her as she settles herself beside Shi Qingxuan so that she may watch the Go game.

"Meng Ai what did you call Nan Feng and Fu Yao just now?"

"General Nan Yang and General Xuan Zhen. Xie Lian said that they've been bickering ever since their early days with him. And since Xie Lian is the Crown Prince of Xianle and since they have the same type of spirit as Xie Lian the only two Gods I know who like to compete with each other are Generals Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen." She turns to look at their Go game to see if she could recognize any patterns from their first lesson with her. As she was looking she hears both of them chuckle above her.

"You just had to predict it don't you Xuan Zhen?" Mu Qing only gives him a smug look in return.

"Oh but I do have some questions - what does Ju Yang mean? Did you have to become a giant in a famous battle? Why do some of the villagers and ghosts laugh whenever they say it?"

"Well-"

"You're not ready to know yet!" Feng Xin quickly says as he cuts off Mu Qing from explaining any further. This only lead Mu Qing to laugh at his expense

"Huh? Why not? Why is your facing becoming red?" She innocently asks confused.

"Meng Ai let's just say it was an embarrassing incident for Nan Yang here and that's why he doesn't like to say it."

"But I will."

"Because you're enjoying it."

"Why do you think I have all the poems memorized Qingxuan?"

"Oh I'm sorry Nan Yang - I could tell you an embarrassing memory of mine. Would that make you feel better?"

"Oh there's no need for that Meng Ai." Feng Xin quickly says but from her expression she was going to tell them anyway.

"One time somebody ask me to do the story of the butterfly lovers ten times. But I was confused because I don't know what they mean, and because this man wanted me to do it and not one of my parents. I didn't want to ask them what he meant so I just guessed. So I made ten different drawings of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. It turned out that he wanted me to write it down. But for some reason mama and baba said that it was good that I didn't do it because that man wanted to get a sample of my calligraphy." Unbeknownst to her all three of them were alarmed.

"What did he look like?"

"I didn't see his face, but I remember he was wearing a hood and a mask. But it was during one of the village festivals when plenty of people were wearing masks."

The air became chilled at this new revelation. With the butterflies still on her hair at least they know that they wouldn't need to tell Hua Cheng of their new discovery. Feng Xin and Mu Qing share a look as the memories of their clones escaping the camp full of the hooded masked mages and the cursed immortal who was Meng Ai's aunt. What she almost did.

And now they learn that a mage mercenary had interacted with Meng Ai hoping to get a sample of her calligraphy. While they aren't entirely sure what that man was going to do with it, all three of them knew nothing good could come out of it.

"What happened to the drawings?"

"Oh I didn't like my drawings so Baba set them on fire so that the ashes could be used as a fertilizer."

They all breathed out a sigh of relief.

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"What do you think?" Hua Cheng asks as he shows Xie Lian the new modifications he made to their cottage. The cottage where they spent many of their passionate nights after their wedding. Now they both stand at the entrance of what would now be Meng Ai's room. A bed by the window since she loved waking up to the view. A desk to practice her calligraphy in and for her to read. Several stacks of blank notebooks and books on the shelves that she had always wanted to read.

And of course it was a tasteful blend of blue, Meng Ai's favorite color.

Xie Lian couldn't help but chuckle as he notices the paintings of blue butterflies and peacocks that decorate her walls.

"You really searched for and studied the blue butterfly she was talking about." Hua Cheng smiles at him with a knowing look.

"I couldn't make an accurate painting if I didn't examine the specimen itself. Fortunately I was able to get a sample of it and made some here." Xie Lian embraces him. Knowing that despite all his work he could still sense that Hua Cheng was nervous on whether Meng Ai would actually love it. But knowing her and knowing how she actually is when she is safe and happy, deep down Xie Lian knows Meng Ai would love it because Hua Cheng made it for her.

"San Lang, do you want to give it to her before her birthday in a few days? That way she could move in and if there are any changes she'd like you would know right away?" Hua Cheng couldn't help but gaze lovingly at him. Xie Lian always seemed to know what to say to relieve his worries.

"I would love that Gege." He bends down and they share a chaste but sweet kiss as their foreheads press against each other.

"Let's reinforce the wards so that we won't have to worry about any of them finding her and taking her away."

"I couldn't agree more Gege."

Three days before her actual birthday, while the rest of the world was in the midst of the week long Mid Autumn Festival, they lead her to the cottage. Ruoye once again acting as a blindfold. This time on Meng Ai whose hands were held by Xie Lian and Hua Cheng.

"I thought we would be staying in Paradise Manor?"

"We are still staying there. But you need to also be within the mortal world since its not good for a mortal to stay in Ghost City for too long." Hua Cheng explains as they guide her.

"Even when you and Xie Lian placed power on my necklace?"

"Even the powers of your necklace needs to rest and replenish every once in a while Meng Ai." Xie Lian says as they stop on front of the cottage and Ruoye unwinds itself as it goes back inside Xie Lian's sleeve.

When her eyes opened she couldn't contain her delight and hugged both of them.

"Can we go inside please?" They both laugh as she pulls them both to the door. Someone else would think that she was trying to convince them to buy the cottage.

"We have a few more surprises for you." Hua Cheng says as Xie Lian holds his hand to help with his nervousness.

Only for a few minutes as they here squeals of delight as she enters her room.

"Is - is this really for me? THANK YOU SO MUCH!" She drags them both inside as she jumps on the bed.

"Of course this is for you little one." Hua Cheng chuckles as he finds himself laying down on one side of the bed, Xie Lian on the other and Meng Ai laying down in between them with her facing him.

"Does this mean you wouldn't mind if I'm your daughter? Is it okay if I call you two Baba Lian and Baba Lang?" She asks nervously. A part of her is scared at still being rejected. But the love on both of their faces made her feel happy and safe.

She wasn't losing anyone, she's gaining more people who will love her.

"You are our daughter Xiao Ai." Xie Lian says as he leans on one arm.

"We both want you to be our daughter." After he said this Hua Cheng felt his anxiety fade away as their daughter, their Xiao Ai laughed with joy.

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The morning of the 21st of September had finally arrived.

Chenxi in disguise as one of her mother's priestesses arrives at the entrance of Paradise Manor. At the entrance was Meng Ai holding Chang-Chang who now had a blue collar around her neck. Behind her were her four parents and her three baby sitters. Everyone except Meng Ai instantly knew who she was. Meng Ai could sense she was a God but couldn't tell which one.

"Are you Xiwangmu?" She asks as she held Chang-Chang back.

"No, but she's very important to me. And I believe you have a pet offering for her."

"Will Chang-Chang be safe?" Chenxi smiles as she nods.

"I will personally make sure she is. Xiwangmu will love her. She knows you've been working hard on raising Chang-Chang." Meng Ai nods and makes Chang-Chang face her.

"You be good okay? I'll visit you if I can." She couldn't help but cry as she embraces Chang-Chang one last time. All the sleepless nights, all the time spent raising and loving her and training her...it will be over now but she knows it's because the priests and priestesses of Xiwangmu could better take care of Chang-Chang than she could.

Is that why it still hurts?

Chang-Chang sensing her sadness nuzzles her one last time as she gives her to Xiwangmu's priestess who now also carries treats and food for Chang-Chang.

"I'll be back later for your party tonight little Meng Ai. I'll just make sure Chang-Chang is safe." Chenxi smiles reassuringly as she escorts Chang-Chang to her mother's temple. There she will join all of her other pets offered to live a natural life.

"Mama it hurts." Chenxi smiles as she overhears her. Ji Huifen and Jing Mei did a great job at showing her that even they are going to be grieving. Grieving at the chance of not being the ones who will raise her. Even though they all know this is for the best, it doesn't mean that it didn't hurt.

A lesson that she herself had to learn the hard way.

She tucks that in the corner of her mind as she makes her way to the temple. There will be plenty of that when Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen ask her about that time in her life. Today was a day of celebration and she intends to keep it that way.

Once the sun had set Meng Ai's birthday celebration has begun. The guests being restricted to those she has already met but it was still more than just her parents.

While there were games that entertained her if you were to ask Meng Ai what the highlight of the night would be, it's that she got to eat all three flavors of mooncake.

"We didn't want to keep fighting what was the best flavor so we decided to give you all three." Hua Cheng couldn't help but rebut this as Feng Xin and Mu Qing gives Meng Ai their Go set gift.

"You're right, you and Nan Yang would prefer to fight over more petty things for the fun of it now."

"Pardon me!"

"Now now it's Xiao Ai's birthday."

"Hey Meng Ai, I've got you something!" Sensing another argument may happen Shi Qingxuan immediately interrupts by giving Meng Ai their present.

"Shi Qingxuan how were you able to bring a Guquin here without us noticing?" Feng Xin asks suspiciously and Shi Qingxuan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Hey I still know and use magic, it's just not the same as before but obviously I am still highly capable for your information."

"And speaking of musical instruments." Ji Huifan and Jing Mei present their own gift, the Guzheng.

"I can finally learn the Guzheng and the Guquin. Oh it's so beautiful."

"This is the Guzheng I was playing when your father first met me." Jing Mei says as she begins playing a simple tune that gradually began to become more and more complex.

"It was once my mother's, and now it is yours Aiai."

"But-but how did you get it here?"

"We had some help." Ji Huifan says as he bends down and kisses Meng Ai's forehead.

"Remember, never stop learning. We will always be with you no matter what." She smiles as she embraces them.

"Thank you mama, thank you baba."

Now having experienced a pain similar to theirs she kisses both of them on the cheek.

And for the rest of the night, there was lively music heard in Paradise Manor celebrating the latest member of Hua Cheng and Xie Lian's family.

AN: I had to end it there for now because Chenxi's assessment and conversation with Fengqing would take place as everyone else is busy.

Zufu - Formal way of saying grandfather (at least according to google)

Mei mei - little sister

Ji - Hope, Lihua - Pear blossom

Chang-Chang - Flourishing (I found this in a site for chinese names for female dogs [ https://www.pupnames.com/dog-names/chinese/female ] )

I wanted to give Chang-Chang more scenes but I'm not too experienced with pigs as pets to contribute specific scenes.

I was so inspired and guided by the reconciliation scene in the story "A Splinter in the Heart" by theearlymorningmist (read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54114421/chapters/137010871) although I will be approaching Lang Qianqiu reconciling with Xie Lian more gradually in this story. They'll still have the big heart to heart reconciliation talk but I feel Lang Qianqiu has to gradually be ready for it and needs to understand what it's like raising a kid first. Also just to make things clear - Lang Qianqiu is Meng Ai's love interest but I won't let them meet till after she grows up.

[wickedsrest-rp]

NAME: Faun (Pl: Faun)

ALSO KNOWN AS: Baobhan Sith, Glaistig, Maenad

RARITY: ★★★☆☆

QUICK FACTS:

Lifespan: 300-400 years

Supernatural abilities: Hypnosis, fast healing, fae glamours, agility and speed, tough horns

Enhanced/special senses: Hearing (due to animal ears)

Immunities: Hypnosis, being fed on by fae

Weaknesses: Iron, enthralled victims seeing their true form

Can detect: Other fae

Detected by: Hunters (wardens), other fae

Additional notes: This species does not have heightened strength

DESCRIPTION: Faun are jovial fae that have the legs of a hoofed mammal, commonly a deer or goat but other combinations are possible, and ears to match. In the company of humans, they will typically conceal their appearance with a glamour. They lack wings, often showing pride in their diverse horns instead – a pair of which can be found on the heads of most faun, regardless of sex. They tend to be proud of what they are and are likely to dislike humans, viewing them merely as toys to play with and feed from. Faun feed on euphoria and the decadence of over-indulgence. Though they are able to go weeks between feeding, a lot of fauns enjoy some over-indulgence of their own. 

Most faun love to dance, and are usually described as energetic, optimistic individuals. They can often be found in aos sí acting as protectors of the community borders. They will ward off unwanted visitors by charming them and leading them away, killing them by dancing them to death, or similarly encouraging them to indulge to excess in ways that can often be fatal. Some may draw people into the woods with a banquet of food, looking to share. They’ve been known to frequent places with a lot of movement or energy, such as bars, clubs, and other entertainment venues; at times this is driven by inner restlessness, but it can also be for the fun of it or because they’re on the prowl for their next victim. 

ABILITIES: Faun can hypnotize their victims to instill them with a feeling of euphoria and make them more malleable. They do this by exuding an aura of chaotic energy that tends to suck in people around them. Faun have control over this ability and can target specific people, and skilled faun may even be able to turn a business event into a dance party. They will become highly susceptible to suggestion and are willing to follow the faun’s instructions until feeding is over. When they feed they don’t always kill their victims, but some people have an adverse long-lasting reaction to the euphoric high and never seem to fully recover, losing a part of themselves in the process. 

Because faun have the ears of an animal, they have pretty sharp hearing, though their other senses are human in nature. While not supernaturally strong, their ungulate legs have a lot of muscle and power behind them, making them excellent jumpers – even leaping over individuals. Their legs also give them the ability to scale even sheer cliffs. They also tend to have heightened agility and speed when in their true form. Faun horns come in variable shapes and sizes, and some are especially sharp and dangerous, while others may be more ram-like; most can withstand great force, making a headbutt from a faun potentially deadly. Faun themselves are immune to all forms of hypnosis, including the hypnosis of other faun.

WEAKNESS: Faun are a lively species, and when put in an environment or situation with little stimulation or energy, they tend to suffer from restlessness. This can be a highly uncomfortable feeling for them, and prolonged absence of exhilaration and energy causes suffering. A bored and deprived faun can be antsy and irritable, and is likely to bounce back with impulsivity in a very fae manner – making faun at their most dangerous when bored. As a species of fae, faun are vulnerable to cold iron. Physical contact with iron can lead to allergic reactions, and being stabbed or otherwise injured with an iron weapon can be deadly. Though they’re fast healers, they can be injured and killed through blood loss or decapitation. If someone sees that they have the legs of an animal, any hypnotism the faun holds will immediately vanish.

SPECIES DYNAMICS:

While these dynamics are considered to be typical, there are many outliers based on character histories, personalities, development, and plots.

Other Species: Faun often judge other species and individuals by how “exciting” they are, rather than anything having to do with morality. They’re easily sucked into relationships with people who are “fun,” for better or worse, and actions being “good” or “bad” do not always obviously occur as such to them. They may find bugbears to be a blast because they like watching a good scare, or they might want to take part in a goth vampire party. This sometimes makes them vulnerable to other species. Faun often need to weigh whether something is fun or dangerous, and usually the former is more taken into account.

Selkies: The pelts of selkies require magic in order to work, and that magic comes from spellcasters and fae. It’s more “taken” than “borrowed,” and as a result fae don’t appreciate losing their abilities. Some fae have grown up being warned about those magic-thieving seals. Spellcasters and fae may overcome their differences to protect each other from this outcome – or throw each other under the bus.

Werewolves: Both werewolves and faun have been known to hang out around the forest, so encounters aren’t infrequent. Most werewolves tend to avoid faun due to their ability – and often intent – to induce euphoria. Control for werewolves is a delicate balance and their emotions being manipulated can make them lose control of their form and impulses.

Banshees: Because of their ability to predict death, some fae communities have a special reverence for banshees, even if most don't buy into the whole "fate" thing banshees always go on about. Others may think banshees are simply batshit. Two things can be true. Banshees tend to view other fae as equals and allies, but even so, remain secretive about their ways. They’re often dour and serious, and faun tend to be upbeat and energetic, so the two species may get on each other’s nerves, though there is a mutual respect underlying this.

Spellcasters: Some fae may look down on magic cast by humans and deem it as unworthy and lesser than fae magic. Because of this, some spellcasters may find fae insufferable. Others may be more interested in learning about the other’s magic and improving their understanding. Fae who have trouble fully concealing their non-human form may form relationships with casters who are able to help them. 

The Undead: The undead are a favored dance partner of a faun not looking to kill, as they don’t need to breathe and will never tire! Some faun grow exceptionally fond of their undead friends. It’s a match made in… hell, maybe.

Mares: Mares are known to make animals and shapeshifters uneasy, and this extends to faun because of their animal parts. When unglamoured, a faun will sense that something is “off” about a mare and may be uncomfortable. This is mostly a sense of unease, but it can result in hostility or loss of control out of fear.

Hunters: While relationships between fae and wardens are almost always violent, some slayers have forged alliances with fae in order to take down bigger groups of vampires. Fae are eager to stop those that seek out their blood, and slayers just want to reduce the number of vampires. Wardens and most rangers disapprove of this, and some slayers don’t know how binding these arrangements can be if they’re not careful.

Furies: The excess euphoria and joy surrounding faun and their constant partying weakens furies and their abilities, which is why sometimes furies will try to find ways to get vengeance on the faun themselves or to drive them out of town. Usually it’s not hard to find quiet conservative people who are annoyed by the constant partying. 

Bugbears: While fae as a whole don’t have any particular dislike of bugbears, the fact that bugbears can see through their glamours may make them feel uncomfortable and exposed. It can allow for bugbears to easily identify them as fae, which makes bugbears a danger when it comes to secrecy breaching. Some bugbears don’t know how to keep a secret; others may find less scary fae utterly unremarkable and don’t spare a thought. 

Kitsune: Kitsune and fae make natural allies and good company for each other. They’re long-lived and – unlike the often miserable undead – tend to be quite vivacious even in their golden years.

Empaths: Wicked's Rest is often full of negative emotions – fear, anguish, anger – and empaths have to soak it up. It's no wonder that sometimes they just want to be surrounded by boundless positivity and energy. Faun make excellent buddies to sad empaths, and they don't usually mind sharing some of their cheer… though they may decide to feed on the frenzy it brings. Occasionally, empaths have been known to because fixated on spending time with faun in hopes of getting some more positivity in their lives.

VIEW OPEN FAUN SKELETONS

[unreadpoppy]

RPDR Season 15 ep 4 review

now that I found a way to watch the episodes, i wanna give my thoughts.

I think putting snatch game this early on was a BIG mistake. Huge. Not only are there too many queens, which makes it harder to keep track of stuff but because the episodes are so much shorter, we do not have time. In other seasons, Rupaul usually does 3 to 4 questions in SG, in this one, which was supposed to be the Supersized SG, we only got 2 questions in each group, the queens have barely any time to shine. Like seriously, I canno for the life of me remember what half of the queens were for SG. Also, the fact the cut out Rupaul talking to them on the werk room, which is one of the best parts of the episode, ugh, why MTV why???

Anyways onto the performances themselves. I think it was definetly an improvment from last year´s Snatch Game.

Loosey, Mistress and Marcia x3 had me in stiches! I think all three of them really knew their characters well and they knew when to interact with other queens and how to answer Ru. All three of them also nailed on the voice for the impersonations, I was really impressed and happy with them. I also want to give a shout out to Amethyst. I didn´t know who her character was but she made me laugh a lot, and it was definetly a redemption after the previous two episodes.

Sugar, Spice, Aura and Salina for me were the worst. Sugar and Spice were really cringey and annoying and if I laughed, it was out of confusion. Aura had no clue what to do and when she started singing.... Salina was not funny and her gag of being pregnant felt out of nowhere.

About the other queens, we got shown so little. Sasha was barely there, I though Jax´s accent was funny, and for the life of me, I cannot remember who Luxx was impersonating.

For the runway, I liked the prompt but I think most looks were a miss. I was expecting something that was a mix of spooky with glamour, but most were neither, or just something pretty with a different makeup. Also, so many spiders, and as someone with arachnophobia, I wanted to die.

The higlights for me were Sasha (who is ALWAYS mothering), Luxx (her look was exactly what I wanted and when she opened her mouth and it had some like black goo, I was gagged), Loosey (love that she brought a slasher character, it was kinda like Bride of Frankenstein but make it Jason), Amethyst (love the Gaga reference, and I was so happy she was able to include the blood).

Marcia x3 was basic but after her explanation that she had to come up with that in 24h cause her designer bailed her, I giver a pass. Salina was just bad, the makeup didn´t look good, and her outfit was a mess. Sugar and Spice´s looks felt basic as well and so did their makeup. Malaysia, although her look itself was stunning and she surely did reach the beautiful part of the prompt, the nightmare was lacking. Shout out to Aura, her look was good but I personally didn´t vibe with it (and also something about the facial expressions she does on the runway always kill it for me, it always comes off as way too goofy).

Loosey wins the challenge and I´m happy for her, it definetly made sense not only with her performance, but also with her storyline (being in the bottom 3 on the 1 episode, being high last week and finally snatching a well deserved win here). The bottom 2 end up being the twins.

Listen, ever since they were cast, I knew production would make the twins lip sync against each other, it´s just so obvious. However, I thought it was going to be later into the season, because this feels so early. I was not a fan of the lip sync song, and I think they did the best they could. Also, the fact that they choreographed a number, props to them.

I´m sad to see Sugar go, and I´m interested in how Spice will fare on her own.

Also, I wanna talk about untucked as well. I think it was the first time I ever teared up with untucked. Sugar and Spice being scared of being separated is something I can definetly vibe with. The connection you share with a sibling is something really unique, and it´s really hard to be separated from them, and for the girls it´s even harder considering they´ve been together since their literal womb. Also, Sugar opening up about how their family was not accepting of them so they had to rely on each other for support is something a lot of us queer people can relate to, and it makes me understand their drag and their connection even more.

The other queens also supporting them and saying that even if their separated, they´ll have the other queens for support was really special. Sasha talking to them and having this very motherly feeling really touched my heart, and when Loosey´s voice broke I cried a bit.

Overall, I think it was a good episode, but it would be even better if we had more fucking time. I feel like some queens are fading into the background and it´s because we are not being given enough time to get to know them.

[uknowcanada]

Unveiling the Elegance: Feather-Light and Fabulous Lehengas

In the realm of fashion, where every stitch and detail counts, light lehenga stand out as an epitome of grace and elegance. Their ethereal charm, coupled with intricate craftsmanship, makes them a timeless choice for various occasions. Let's delve into the exquisite world of feather-light and fabulous lehengas, exploring their allure, versatility, and the reasons why they are an absolute must-have in every fashion enthusiast's wardrobe.

The Essence of Light Lehengas

Delicate Fabrics, Divine Drapes

Light lehengas are characterized by their use of delicate fabrics such as chiffon, georgette, crepe, and organza. These fabrics not only lend a weightless feel to the ensemble but also impart a graceful drape, enhancing the wearer's silhouette. The flowy nature of these fabrics adds movement and fluidity to the outfit, creating a mesmerizing visual appeal.

Intricate Embellishments, Sublime Sophistication

While light lehengas exude an aura of understated elegance, they are by no means lacking in opulence. Intricate embellishments such as delicate embroidery, shimmering sequins, and intricate lacework adorn these ensembles, adding a touch of sublime sophistication. Whether it's delicate threadwork inspired by floral motifs or sparkling embellishments that catch the light, each detail contributes to the overall allure of the garment.

Versatility Redefined

One of the key attributes of light lehengas is their versatility. From intimate gatherings to grand celebrations, these ensembles effortlessly transition from day to night, making them a versatile choice for various occasions. Whether paired with a traditional dupatta for a classic look or styled with contemporary accessories for a modern twist, light lehengas offer endless styling possibilities, ensuring that every wearer can make a statement that is uniquely their own.

Embracing the Timeless Appeal

A Bridal Affair

While light lehengas are often associated with bridal wear, their appeal extends far beyond the realm of weddings. Modern brides are increasingly opting for lightweight ensembles that allow for ease of movement without compromising on style. Light lehengas offer the perfect balance of tradition and trend, allowing brides to exude elegance and grace on their special day.

Festive Fervor

In addition to weddings, light lehengas are also a popular choice for festive occasions such as festivals, religious ceremonies, and cultural celebrations. Their effortless charm and ethereal beauty make them the ideal attire for auspicious occasions, where one wishes to make a style statement while honoring tradition.

Red Carpet Glamour

Beyond traditional festivities, light lehengas have also made their mark on the global fashion scene, gracing red carpets and high-profile events. Celebrities and fashion influencers alike have embraced the trend, showcasing the versatility and allure of these enchanting ensembles on a global stage.

The Enduring Allure of Light Lehengas

In a world where fashion trends come and go, light lehenga stand the test of time with their timeless appeal and everlasting elegance. From their delicate fabrics and intricate embellishments to their versatility and ability to transcend occasions, these ensembles continue to captivate hearts and inspire awe. Whether donned by brides on their special day or worn by fashion enthusiasts seeking to make a style statement, light lehengas remain a cherished wardrobe essential for those who appreciate the beauty of tradition and the allure of modernity.

[lukas-reading-journal]

Reading Journal day 2

What have you learned about the main character(s) from the first third of the novel?

Jay Gatsby:

Known for throwing extravagant parties every weekend.

Has a mysterious background and there are various rumors surrounding him.

Craves attention and validation from others, as seen through his effort to ensure his guests enjoy themselves.

Wants to be perceived as smart and well-read, but is seen through by the owl-eyed man.

Separates himself from his guests at his own parties, adding to his mysterious aura.

Served in the same division as Nick in the war, establishing a connection between them.

His true character and the extent of his wealth remain a mystery.

There are questions regarding the authenticity of the rumors about him, his wealth, and his involvement in illicit activities.

Nick Carraway:

Serves as the narrator and the primary observer of the events.

Comes from a prominent, well-to-do family in the Midwest.

Holds moral standards and tries to maintain neutrality in his interactions.

Considers himself tolerant and tries not to judge others based on his advantages.

Graduated from New Haven (Yale) and presents himself as educated and well-mannered.

Begins a relationship with Jordan Baker, who has a reputation for being dishonest.

Daisy Buchanan:

Married to Tom Buchanan, a wealthy man from an upper-class background.

Symbolizes charm, beauty, and innocence.

Superficial and driven by a desire for prestige and power.

Unsatisfied with her status in life and unhappily married.

Shows a lack of genuine kindness, only acting kind when it serves her purpose.

Her relationship with Gatsby is hinted at, as she is revealed to be in love with someone other than her husband.

Tom Buchanan:

Comes from a wealthy background and is arrogant and pretentious.

Has an affair with Myrtle Wilson, revealing his lack of fidelity and moral standards.

Racist and holds racist beliefs, as shown through his association with white supremacist literature.

Maintains control and authority in his interactions with others.

Uses his wealth and social status to maintain an image of power and superiority.

How have the main character(s) changed, grown, or revealed themselves in the second third?

In these chapters, Gatsby's past is further explored, revealing his humble beginnings and his transformation into a wealthy and extravagant figure. Through his interactions with Nick and his elaborate parties, Gatsby showcases his desire to be accepted by the upper class and his obsession with recreating the past.

Gatsby's relentless pursuit of Daisy Buchanan is a central focus in these chapters. He goes to great lengths to impress her, showcasing his opulent mansion, extravagant parties, and grand gestures like showering her with his collection of shirts. His devotion to Daisy and his unyielding belief in their future together are revealed, demonstrating his idealism and capacity for love.

However, Gatsby's character is also shown to be complex and enigmatic. He remains mysterious about his past and the source of his wealth, leaving others to speculate and create rumors about him. This contributes to the aura of glamour and fascination surrounding him.

Gatsby's growth in these chapters is seen in his vulnerability and his willingness to take risks for love. Despite the uncertainty and potential for disappointment, he continues to pursue Daisy, hoping for a reunion and a chance to recreate the past. This determination and emotional investment demonstrate Gatsby's growth as a character, as he becomes more willing to face the consequences and confront the realities of his dream.

Overall, in the second third of the novel, Gatsby is portrayed as a complex and multi-dimensional character. He is driven by his idealistic pursuit of love and the American Dream, but his flaws and vulnerabilities are also revealed. This adds depth to his character and sets the stage for further development and revelations in the remaining chapters.

In addition to Jay Gatsby, several other characters in The Great Gatsby undergo changes and reveal different aspects of their personalities in the second third of the novel. Here are some notable developments:

Daisy Buchanan: Daisy's character becomes more layered and complex in these chapters. Initially portrayed as a symbol of beauty and charm, her true nature starts to emerge. Daisy is torn between her love for Gatsby and her comfortable but unfulfilling marriage to Tom Buchanan. She is revealed to be indecisive and easily swayed, as seen in her wavering feelings for both men. Daisy's actions reflect her desire for security and social status, as she ultimately chooses to stay with Tom despite her connection with Gatsby.

Tom Buchanan: Tom remains arrogant and assertive, but his true colors start to show in these chapters. He becomes increasingly suspicious of Gatsby and grows more possessive of Daisy. Tom's racist and condescending attitudes are also revealed during a heated conversation about his beliefs in white supremacy. This further demonstrates his flawed character and highlights his underlying insecurities.

Nick Carraway: As the narrator, Nick's character provides insight into the events unfolding around him. In this section, he becomes more entangled in the lives of the other characters. He acts as a confidant for both Gatsby and Daisy, witnessing their emotional struggles and becoming more empathetic towards them. Nick's growing disillusionment with the wealthy and their shallow lifestyles is evident as he starts to question the moral integrity of those around him.

Jordan Baker: Jordan's character remains enigmatic, but her relationship with Nick becomes more significant. They grow closer, and Nick begins to develop deeper feelings for her. However, Jordan's dishonesty and manipulation are also revealed, highlighting her morally ambiguous nature.

How have the main character(s) changed, grown, or revealed themselves in the final third?

Jay Gatsby: Gatsby's character undergoes a transformation in the final third of the novel. His obsession with Daisy and his relentless pursuit of the American Dream come to a tragic end. He is revealed to be a vulnerable and deeply flawed individual, driven by his idealized vision of the past. Gatsby's death exposes the emptiness and fragility of his extravagant lifestyle, highlighting the futility of his pursuit.

Nick Carraway: Throughout the novel, Nick serves as the narrator and central observer. In the final third, he becomes disillusioned with the shallow and morally bankrupt world of the wealthy elite. He begins to see through the façade and realizes the hollowness of the lives led by Tom, Daisy, and their social circle. Nick's experience with Gatsby's downfall prompts him to reflect on the emptiness and corruption of the American Dream.

Daisy Buchanan: Daisy's true nature becomes more apparent in the final third. She is revealed to be a self-centered and careless individual who is willing to manipulate others for her own benefit. She chooses the comfort and security of her social position over love and loyalty, ultimately betraying Gatsby and contributing to his downfall. Daisy's actions highlight the destructive power of wealth and privilege.

Tom Buchanan: Tom's true colors are fully exposed in the final third of the novel. He is shown to be an arrogant and hypocritical individual, using his wealth and social status to exert control over others. Tom's affair with Myrtle and his manipulation of Wilson ultimately lead to the tragic events that unfold. His actions highlight the moral decay and corruption prevalent among the wealthy elite.

[bittersweetblasphemy]

🎫 arro

[ask prompt]

CW: cannibalism

Arro is, as obviously stated, a pixie, which is a very small variant of fae.

Fae generally carry traits of one or more of the native flora and fauna of the environment in which they're born. Pixies, however, only ever look like native flying insect life (which is what they will look like when glamoured). In Arro's case, his looks are based on the cecropia moth.

Unlike other houses of fae, Pixies don't have any sort of courts or royalty. When left to themselves they act like the insects they mimic. Some are solitary while others live in large swarms. While magical ability is a skill among the Fae which can be honed, and which one may be born with a lack or excess of natural talent (think Malak and Serena respectively), Pixies fall on the shallow end of that, able to do only minor spells at best.

Unfortunately for them, few exist freely. They're kept, especially by nobility, in anything from literal gilded cages, to large aviaries.

They are raised as everything from beloved pets, to literal sex toys, though usually only larger ones of Arro's size or larger are used for that sort of direct play, with all manner of specialized toys made just for use on pixies. Smaller varieties do make for lewd entertainment though. A popular use of them in this fashion is to host a tea party and let a collection of them loose to go at each other on the table.

More often than not, however, they're raised to be eaten, as Fae are cannibalistic. Even a beloved pet may find themselves served as a delicate treat when their master has grown bored of them or decides they're ripe enough for harvest. At any gathering worth going to, you can expect to find a cage of pixies where you can pluck out a juicy or a crunchy one as you prefer, as well as a selection of fountains such as chocolate, honey, caramel (the higher end the party the more options there will be) for you to dip them in before they can squirm their way free. You can swallow them whole if you'd like, thought it's generally considered polite to do them the mercy of chewing first.

And that, dear anon, is how Arro came to stumble into your life.

Once the prized pet of a minor noble, his lovely, comfortable life was only ever interrupted by the occasional party where he'd get to chase around the smaller pixies and have at them to his heart's content to the tittering laughter of the greater fae, equal parts bored to death of and entertained by their dramas that only effected his life insofar as to where and how often he'd get to stuff himself inside a little duskywing or a pretty luna in the sugar bowl.

Until, one day, he was sold off. Him! Sold like a simple bangle. He didn't even know why. He hadn't been paying attention. But he was treated far more roughly than ever before, stuffed in a cramped cage among other cramped cages stuffed full of smaller varieties that wailed in despair over the fate that awaited them all. Little more than hors d'oeuvres for some Lord or Lady's celebration.

Arro just barely escaped when they were transferring him to the decorative serving cage, the scrabbling hands of goblin servants tearing one of his beautiful wings. In his mad dash for freedom, he stumbled out the gate, not just out of the castle, but out of the fae lands and into the realm of men. Exhausted, hurting, and overwhelmed by the harsh metals and plastics and fumes in this unfamiliar world, he huddled, terrified and stunned in the blinding aura of a street lamp, sure he was doomed even worse than before.

Then you came along, and, exhausted as you were from work, thought you only saw a lovely (if very large) moth sitting on the sidewalk. You picked it up, intending to set it on a tree or a bush where it wouldn't be stepped on.

And then it screamed like a person.

[muutosarchive]

“keep them on… i like it that way” alpha and secundo

bony digits reside in the fire ghoul's tresses. tangling gently, yet firm. the second looking up into the ghoul's eyes, & standing before him as naught but a man. a human, & a frail one at that. swimming in his vestments, hidden away.. an old man, now. even in his papacy. long, becoming robes pooling at the leather capping his royal attire. his usual taste found in such small details, hardly ever noticed by anyone who truly matters. yet who does truly matter? il suo fantasma. if you have ghosts, as they say. & truly, he does have everything.

his gaze does not appear soft, yet it is more-so a vulnerability in his typical frown. narrowing of his eyebrows meeting alpha, whilst his energy flows into the pads of his willing fingers. out, through the scalp. it electrifies his body with the sparks inherent of his kind. brilliant, vibrant reds signifying lust. bright, in the space behind his monochromic eyes. tall, beautiful... alpha is above him. his fingers hold him up on the opposite hand, propped against the dark wood of his desk. the others still anchored in the pleasure of truly knowing his lover. comfort surging in the singed aura of the infernal. ghoul's own robe unbuttoned, & hanging open. tantalizingly. hood down, with glamour stripped. tips of his gruesome horns smoldering in their hellish glory. what has he done to have been bestowed with such a gift? one to make up for his curse.... that which is redeemed in the warm light he basks within, whenever he's in the fire ghoul's presence. wordlessly -- secundo grows tired of staring. head tilting back, & pushing the ghoul's head into the crook of his neck. lips part, when he finally settles on the surface. his other hand rucking papal robes up, & around his waist. "Hai il mio cuore, la mia anima. ormai dovresti saperlo, no?" he speaks his native to the ghoul, as is their personal custom. semi-private in a world that is suddenly lacking such a thing. their affair has grown quickly, yet his attachment seemingly knows no bounds. he has bared himself quicker than he ever has. commitment a word never before a quiver on his pierced tongue. "se desidera che rimangano, allora rimarranno."

dirty levels . / / @bulletb1te

[ocular-intercourse]

interim empress dova

[lonelyasawhisper]

The Hard Life of Brian: Brian May

By Ian Fortnam, unpublished, April 1998

It's quite a spread – set in the majestic, green sward Jerusalem of the Home Counties' stockbroker belt, and surrounded by idyllic gardens painstakingly landscaped a little over a century ago by Kew's leading horticulturalist.

The architectural opulence is quite simply breathtaking, unpretentious yet quietly exuding an authoritative aura of immeasurable affluence. With wealth and celebrity comes the acquisition of such pastoral pleasures. Unsullied tranquillity, precious time to reflect on past achievements and, not least, limitless solitude.

Indeed, as countless recipients of those elusive "big money balls" will undoubtedly find, to their eternal cost, an ivory tower can swiftly metamorphose into an impenetrable cell for the soul. Behind the glitz and glamour associated with our celebrated host – and the proud owner of the careworn white clogs temporarily abandoned in Utopia's sumptuous porch – is a tangible melancholia. In fact, Brian 'Tie Your Mother Down' May is the living, breathing personification of that age-old glam rock dictum: In every dream home a heartache.

As Brian, simultaneously soft-spoken and garrulous, reminisces over his remarkable career; formative gigs on the late-'60s psychedelic underground circuit, the fifteen year ascendancy of Queen from the Wadebridge Young Farmers Club to the unassailable spectacle of their '86 live finale at Knebworth Park, and ultimately, as a solo standard-bearer for Queen's timeless legacy of baroque über-rock, he occasionally touches on the tenacious inner demons which can mercilessly torment a gentleman rock star whilst ensconced in the confines of his country retreat.

"Because my partner (former Eastenders actress, Anita Dobson) is not able to live my life, and I'm not able to live hers, I'm on my own a lot of the time," admits Brian, clutching his ever-present, six-stringed security blanket.

"During the day it's buzzing. Everyone's around – music's happening in the studio, the builders and the gardeners are here – but at night everyone goes away and it's just me. And sometimes I have a problem with that. Sometimes I find it quite difficult. I cling to things like, I'll always make my bed when I get up, because I don't want the feeling when I go to bed that no one's been in there since morning. Strange things like that. I also leave the light on, so that when I go into the bedroom at night it doesn't feel cold. It's not as if I'm scared of the dark, but it's an icy feeling which can grab your heart and say; 'Nobody loves me. After all this time, here I am on my own'."

*

On 19th of July, 1954, Brian May's seventh birthday, he received an acoustic guitar and – enthralled by the recordings of such artists as jazz legend, Django Reinhardt and celebrated Elvis Presley and Jim Reeves sideman Chet Atkins – set about duplicating their chops. However, with the dawn of the 1960s, Brian had succumbed to the charms of solid-bodied rock guitar with an evangelical fervour, firstly by way of obscure Rick Nelson records, but most tellingly, on witnessing Jeff Beck live at the Marquee, and was overwhelmed by an irresistible compulsion to get amplified. There was, however, one seemingly insurmountable obstacle in his path.

"We didn't really have any money, we were really close to the breadline. My mother used to secrete sixpences in jars to try and pay the gas bill."

Happily, what the Mays lacked in finance they more than made up for in ingenuity.

"I played around with my acoustic guitar and figured out how to make a pick-up with magnets and wire, plugged the wires into my dad's radio, and it sounded brilliant. Really amazing. We made everything, my dad and me. My dad was particularly amazing at turning his hand to every kind of craft. He was an electronics draftsman by trade, so he made our radio. We had the first TV in the street, because he made it. We couldn't afford a guitar, so we figured we'd make one."

And so, in August 1963, work began on what became known as 'The Red Special', the most famous homemade guitar in rock history. With a neck fashioned with a penknife from a woodworm-riddled mahogany fireplace, and a body constructed from odds and ends of oak, the guitar cost just £8 to construct, yet its unique fluid warmth of tone has graced every recording and show that Brian has ever played. Yet as we speak, Brian's pride and joy lies in pieces on a nearby workbench. After a thirty-year tour of duty, the battle-scarred 'Red Special' is finally undergoing a belated overhaul.

It was only after three exact replicas were painstakingly constructed over an eighteen-month period that permission was finally granted to disassemble the singular instrument. And when its heavily dented body was cautiously prised apart, its internal acoustic pockets were found to be entirely clogged with innumerable shards of silver. A bizarre condition, symptomatic of the fact that Brian May's plectrum of choice has always been the shiny, pre-decimal sixpence.

From the very beginning Brian May has been reaching for the stars. Literally. With an enthusiasm kindled by the works of Patrick Moore, he would spend moonless nights gazing toward the heavens through a (somewhat predictably) homemade telescope, and at the age of 18 was successful in his application to study physics and infrared astronomy at Imperial College, London. Three years later, in 1968, he received his Bachelor of Science degree from the Queen Mother. But, by now, Brian's passion for music was all-encompassing and, despite being offered a prestigious research position at Jodrell Bank, he abandoned astronomy for rock 'n' roll. It was a decision that was to cause a major rift within the May household.

"My dad always dreamed that I would get what he regarded as a proper job. A respectable job. So I would be able to do things for my family, that he hadn't been able to do for his. He regarded it as the ultimate form of blasphemy. It was the worst thing he could imagine. He just couldn't compute it, and we actually had a terrible time. We hardly spoke for about a year and a half. But it ended happily, because the first time Queen played at Madison Square Garden, I flew my parents over on Concorde, stuck them in the Waldorf Astoria and said, 'Order yourself some room service'. They came to the gig and they loved it. And my dad said: 'Yeah, I understand now.' It was a really nice moment."

During his years at Imperial, Brian had been playing in his first band, 1984. Fully immersed in the capital's psychedelic underground, the band rapidly found themselves supporting the likes of Jimi Hendrix and Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"They were prestigious gigs, but we were lower than the bottom of the bill. I had this funny little group, which was put together at school, and a couple of would-be managers took us down to Carnaby Street and bought us all the gear. They put us on at Christmas On Earth (an all-night psychedelic "happening" that took place at London's Olympia in December '67), which was very cool. I remember plugging into the same stack that Jimi Hendrix had plugged into. It sounded like the whole world when he played through it. For me, it sounded like a transistor radio.

"It felt like we were at the beginning of creation. Suddenly, all around us, people were discovering what happened when you turned a guitar up to max and it had a life of its own. It became a completely different instrument and the fact that it went with all the psychedelia, drug culture and peace and love was very exciting for me. It all sounds really corny now, but it was so new and dangerous then that it was just wonderful to be a part of it.

"I never took the drugs. I wanted to be sure that everything I experienced was real. I didn't want to disentangle what was drug-induced and what wasn't. I just got very high on the music. I was supposed to be at college, but we were playing and going out to see people like Pink Floyd, Cream, The Who, Hendrix. You could see all those people in one week. Can you imagine? We never slept."

*

OVER THE NEXT COUPLE of years, 1984 metamorphosed into Smile, and ultimately, into Queen. But when Brian and newly recruited drummer Roger Taylor were initially approached by Ealing art student Freddie Bulsara, they were none to keen to utilise his vocal talents.

"We didn't think he had any vocal talents at the beginning. We thought that he was just all talk. He was very flamboyant and very arrogant, in a rather nice way. But then we started to go round to each other's houses and share our dreams, I suppose."

With Freddie, now boasting the charismatic appellation Mercury, firmly ensconced in the band, they set about conquering the world. But the vocalist's singular dress sense was always a cause of some consternation within the Queen ranks.

"It was a source of great amusement and embarrassment for us, especially what we call the prawn outfit in the video for 'It's A Hard Life'. But it was Freddie, you know, and we all have our quirks and indulgences. I think the first time we saw the red and silver glitter outfit we were kind of dubious. But there wasn't anything he wouldn't do, and the more you were shocked at what he did, the more he loved it. He had great love and respect for his parents, but if they came to a gig, he would do things which were in questionable taste to make them feel uneasy. I think he had a great desire not to be fettered, and it taught me a lot."

To many, Queen's greatest sonic legacy was their epic 1975 single 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.

"We viewed it quite tongue-in-cheek, it was mock-opera, and such a step into the unknown that it kind of made us smile. It was meant to be that way. The video was done incredibly cheaply, and again quite tongue-in-cheek, and when we saw it we all had a good laugh. We were all surprised at how seriously people took it, to be honest."

As the years progressed, Queen came to exemplify rock excess in all its forms. Their parties have since passed into legend. Five-day bashes with attendant capering dwarves and, on one infamous occasion, a nude model in a bath of raw liver. Yet as the revellers immersed themselves in behaviour of a distinctly Caligulan nature, for Brian, it was simply a case of another dream home, another heartache.

"New Orleans was pretty excessive, but whatever you're in at the time is your own personal heaven or hell. I remember I was really sad at that party. Cos I'd fallen in love some years before in New Orleans and I expected that I would see her, but she wasn't there. So, you know that feeling, where everything's going on, everything's wonderful, fabulous, marvellous, but inside there's this big hole? So it was great, it was outrageous, but I remember thinking, all is not quite right.

"Over the years, there were some strange things that went on. The Kensington Roof Gardens was pretty strange. There were naked people there with their clothes painted on and some pretty bizarre stuff occurred. But, y'know, nobody got hurt."

With Freddie Mercury's tragic AIDS-related death in November 1991, Queen effectively ceased to exist. "In retrospect, I think my great consolation is that we never went downhill or became a pale imitation of our former selves. Things were still getting bigger and more exciting. The last tour we did, in '86, was the most massive thing that we'd ever undertaken."

The last album the band recorded together, Made In Heaven, was released in 1995. And its final track, 'It's A Beautiful Day', features a brief excerpt of Queen's first hit 'Seven Seas Of Rhye' in its triumphal coda. For Brian it was a final gesture to close the circle.

"I was really proud of that, actually. Even then we were breaking new ground, we'd never done anything like that. So to the last we were crossing over boundaries. We did do a little revisit. I had a track called 'No One But You', which was about Freddie, and it became a Queen song as part of the Rocks album. But the truth is that it reminded me that really I'm happier doing what I do now. I like being the way I am. I like the people I'm working with. In a way it's a liberating thing. I don't have to be Queen anymore. In some ways, although I have great sadness about it, it’s a relief."

Brian initially embarked on a solo career in 1991, when he was asked to write the music for a Ford commercial. 'Driven By You' reached number 6 in the UK singles chart and earned Brian his first Ivor Novello Award. His subsequent debut album Back To The Light went on to sell a million, and the Brian May Band hit the road, supporting Guns 'N Roses, in '93.

May's second solo offering, Another World, set for release this month, has been three years in the making and finds the infrared astronomer on star-scraping form. Sandwiched between the all-out metal holocaust of 'Business' and the acoustic introspection of the title track, Brian pays tribute to a number of his musical heroes. Not only with covers of Larry Williams' 'Slow Down', Hendrix's 'One Rainy Wish' and Mott The Hoople's 'All The Way From Memphis', but also with 'The Guv'nor', a self-penned tribute to Jeff Beck, on which the master himself makes a rare guest appearance.

"I consider myself very fortunate that he's a friend of mine now, because he was and is a hero. Not just because he plays so miraculously, but because of his whole approach to life. He doesn't make any compromises. He's magic, and whenever he picks up a guitar, I don't wanna have a guitar in my hand."

With gigs in place and the band positively itching to retread the boards after a protracted lay-off, disaster struck when Brian's close friend and sparring partner, drum legend Cozy Powell, was tragically killed in a car crash on April 5th.

"I cannot believe that we're sitting here now and he's not around. Cozy was so much part of my life. He was the most supportive friend you could ever imagine. I just can't really seem to comprehend that he's gone. He's all over the album. His power and his enthusiasm, his sense of humour. He was a magnificent bloke, and this is not false. I said it to his face; I think he knew how much I thought of him. He was a hero of mine, and when I first met him it was a dream of mine that I would play with him one day.

"He was like family, he really was. On the road, we had a fantastic time, we toured for a year, and it was a wonderful time in my life. I was probably struggling to get out of that whole sorrow about Queen and everything, I'd lost my dad and my marriage had broken up and I was actually really in pain, and having a hard time trying to pull myself back together and those guys, of which Cozy was the centre, made me have the confidence to get up and lead a band."

*

AS BRIAN TICKLES THE fretboard of his replica red special and stretches his extensive frame across a sumptuous chaise longue in the drawing room of his fabulous country mansion, does he consider that he's led something of a charmed life?

"Yeah, I have a lot to be thankful for. But the person you are is very much what goes on in your own head. So I'm probably very ungrateful, because I've been able to do things that most people would only dream of doing. But you always live in the moment, and the moment can be very cruel. And I've spent a long, long time really battling against being depressed for various reasons. It really doesn't matter what your material circumstances are. If you're unable to move forward in your personal life as you perceive it, then you can get very depressed. And that's not, like, miserable. Depression is a sort of illness which can get you, and I sort of drift in and out of it. I try not to drift back into it, but a lot of the time I suppose I do get too introspective."

The hard life of Brian: a kind of magic, undoubtedly, but more than enough to drive you ever so slightly mad.

Loves of My Life: Those Brian May collections in full:

Striding around the sumptuous confines of the May domicile it immediately becomes starkly apparent that the big-haired maestro is entirely addicted to the acquisition of certain bizarre artefacts. Specifically:

Limited edition plates

As seen in the back pages of the Sunday supplements. They're all here: the robin on the log, the News Of The World Tutankhamun collection, vintage vehicles, and hey, what's this? A Brian May plate. And it's signed!

VOX AC30 amplifiers

A veritable forest of the valve-driven little blighters. They line the walls of the hall, the baronial hall, and very probably, the royal wee. Every colour, every model, and all, characteristically, up to 11.

Vintage Dan Dare toys

In glass cases, no less. Our astronomically inclined host obviously feels an irresistible affinity with the intrepid, granite-jawed pilot of the future. But what's this over here? Wa-hey, Star Wars! All together now: Flash! WO-OH!!!

Stereo Pictures of the 1850s

Second only to Brian's well-documented lust for volume is his unquenchable passion for photography. But not any old snap-snap, grin-grin detritus, we're talking the real deal. Duplicate images from the Victorian age, best viewed through a cumbersome contraption straight out of Heath Robinson. David Bailey? Pish. Charles Piazzi-Smythe, now there's a photographer.

Harold May's tool kit

You never know when they'll come in handy. Greg, the meticulous, antipodean guitar-maker commissioned to rebuild the legendary 'red special' was astonished to find that Brian had retained all of the original apparatus he and his father had used way back in 1963. Screwdrivers, penknives, fret saws, even the original tins of wood-stain.

Brian May rag dolls

Gangly, cloth doppelgangers with intricately embroidered clogs. The fans send them. What can you do?

* Writer for NME, VOX, KERRANG and other publications, Ian has covered the recent alternative and hard-rock scenes extensively.

Retrieved from rocksbackpages.com

[solitaria-fantasma]

New headcanon:

Ghosts can change their appearance in the living world, if they have enough power, but in the spirit world, they’re always being influenced to show their true selves, and require even more power to be able to change their outward appearance. With enough concentration, a powerful spirit can control their appearance in the spirit world, but a lack of or lapse in concentration will cause their glamour in this realm to slip.

Super Ghost AU repercussions:

When possessing his hero suit, Gawain can still maintain a humanoid appearance regardless of what world he’s in, but in the spiritual world, even with the suit, there’s still always something supernatural about him. This means a mouthful of sharp teeth where before he had only a faceplate, talons for fingertips, a constant, half-visible aura that vaguely resembles dragon wings, etc.

[dollslayer]

In the Dark

Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader 

Summary: Lonely and bored in your afterlife, or lack thereof, you go home with an unsuspecting stranger, or so you thought.

W/C: 2,906

Warnings: Blood, gore, smut, swearing, breeding kink. 

A/N: I wrote this for @buckyownsmylife ‘s 2k challenge (Congrats and happy very late birthday!! and congrats on 3k too!! 💖). Wanted an alternate take on the breeding kink and wanted a good plot twist and this is what came out lol. If you like it pls reblog and/or let me know!!! P.s. - You can check out some of my other fics if you liked this one! Cheers!

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Every night was the same for you. The evenings melding together as you tried to keep yourself entertained. No one tells you how boring eternity will be. You expect the loneliness and the challenges of secrecy but no one tells you at some point all things lose their interest. Who’s ever heard of a vampire with depression?

The only thing you had was your almost nightly routine of holding court in your favorite bar. You’d go home with the lucky patron of your choosing, take them to bed, turn them into a snack, glamour them and move on. You had to laugh, 200 years later and you’re still sustaining yourself on the validation of men. Of course, you were able to turn the tables a bit now, having mastered an aura of aloofness and sex appeal. 

So that’s how you find yourself in your usual booth on an unusually quiet Thursday night. You always order a dirty martini but you never drink it. The bartenders know you never drink it but you tip well so they mind their own business. The lights were low and the music was good. The night was young.

A man had approached you earlier but he looked so young and so nervous you weren’t entirely sure you could call him a man. You weren’t even sure if he was 21. He managed to stammer out an offer to buy you a drink but you just smiled and held up your full martini. He immediately turned red and apologized. You had no intentions of taking him home but at the very least you wanted him to have a good night and not overthink himself. So you humoured him and talked for a bit, kissed him on the cheek and sauntered back over to the bar. 

It was nearing midnight when you considered going home, tonight didn’t seem to be proving successful. With a sigh you reached for your wallet when the corner of your eye caught someone moving into the seat next to you. 

“Give me two fingers of Buffalo Trace. Neat. And you can add her drink to my tab.” A confident voice ordered.

You bent to put your wallet back in your purse and when you turned your gaze you let it travel slowly back up to the face that could match such a voice. Strong, thick thighs encased in black jeans, a red henley with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealed equally muscled arms and large hands. You could see his pecks through his shirt and felt a smile forming on your face. 

Finally letting yourself take in his face you came upon a chiseled jaw with a 5 o'clock shadow, full lips you longed to kiss and bite, and finally, shocking blue eyes that looked like a Summer storm. You could feel the desire building in you by the second.

You held eye contact and held out your hand. You smirked and gave him your name. 

“James, but you can call me Bucky, if you want.” He said as his warm hand enveloped yours. “Tell me what a beautiful woman like you is doing in a place like this all by her lonesome”.

“Maybe no one here is up to par. Maybe I was just waiting for someone like you to show up.” You countered playfully. 

He smirked in turn. “Well then it’s your lucky night” he said. You turned your bar stool towards him and crossed one leg in front of the other giving him a slight peek of your thighs up your skirt.

You leaned your elbow on the bar and brought yourself closer to him. “So tell me about yourself. You always come into bars this late at night looking for women?” 

“Only if they’re you.” He let out a small laugh. “In all seriousness though, I’m new to the area, moved here for work. Guess I felt a little lonely in a new place and decided to take a walk. Ended up here.”

Your brows pinched a little. You could relate to the loneliness so you felt for him. “Well then maybe you are in the right place.” 

You two talked for maybe an hour, getting physically closer and at one point his hand was on your arm and yours rested just above his knee. The scent of his cologne drew you in closer.

James pulled away to signal for the bartender. As he cashed out you felt disappointment. Was he cutting the night short? If you moved quickly you could probably still go home with him. 

He slapped one hand on the bar as he stood up. You stood too and he put his hand on your lower back, leading you towards the door. Just as you reached the threshold he stopped and faced you.

“So, my place is just around the corner. Care to join me?”

You bit your lip and nodded. You usually prefer to bring them back to yours, never having to chance getting home before sunrise or worrying about being invited in. You felt some connection to him though, two lonely souls looking for company. But also, he was so good looking. 

“Lead the way”.

__________________________

Bucky led you down the steps to his basement apartment and unlocked the door. He opened the door for you but didn’t say anything.

“You’re not gonna invite me in? Some host you are, Bucky.” You quirked your brow and put on a playful smile. 

“Oh forgive me, where are my manners? Won’t you please come in?” he motioned to the door with a flourish, keeping up the joke.

You giggled and nodded as you went in before him. “Much better. I hope your manners in the bedroom are better than that”

He was suddenly behind you, removing your coat he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Well there’s only one way to find out”. 

He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around to pull you into an overpowering kiss. His lips were every bit as soft as you thought they’d be. One hand traveling down your back to rest on your ass and the other came to the back of your head as his mouth was wandering to your neck. 

You let out a moan and threw your head back so he could have better access. Normally you like to be the one in control but this was proving to be an unusual night so you said ‘fuck it’. You let your fingers weave through his hair and latched onto it. You brought his ear closer so he could hear you through your breathy moans. 

“Take me to bed”, you demanded. He brought his forehead to yours and nodded. 

He grabbed you by the hand and led you down the hall. He opened the door and ushered you in while you got a head start on the buttons of your shirt. He snaked his hands underneath your tight skirt to briefly grab your ass before sliding them back out to find the zipper. Down to your underwear he took a step back to take you in completely.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, doll” He breathed. 

You went for the button on his jeans as he peeled off his shirt. You unzipped him and pulled the jeans down with some resistance from his ass and his muscled thighs. He stepped out of the fabric that pooled around his ankles and stalked towards you. He brought his hands to your waist and felt your smooth skin and brought you into another searing kiss while you walked backwards until your knees hit the bed.

You fell onto the mattress and he fell on top of you and peppered kisses from your face down to your collarbone. His hands were so warm against your cool skin as he moved to rub your clit through your panties. You were squirming in his arms and panting out little mewls. You could feel your panties getting absolutely ruined.

You bucked your hips up to his hands and snagged your fingers in his hair again, giving it a sharp tug of need. He broke your kiss with a chuckle. 

“Don’t you worry, doll. Just wanted to see you sweat.” He said. 

He leaned back on his haunches and motioned for you to lift your hips. He peeled your panties off of you and took a moment to relish in the mess you had made just for him. 

“This all for me? I’m flattered, but I think you can do better than that, sweetheart”, he told you. 

With no warning two fingers glided right into your aching pussy. You sucked in a sharp breath followed by a deep moan as he started moving. You were grinding against his hand and getting a little frustrated as you could almost approach the start of your climax but just his hands weren’t enough. 

“Something wrong, doll?” He asked playfully. He knew damn well what you wanted. 

You huffed. “Eat me out. Please I can’t take it” You whined. Since when did you get so needy with a guy? Since when did you want someone to like you so much? He’s human and he’s a snack he doesn’t even matter.

���Well how could I say no to that?” he asked before he kissed one of your hips. Without any further preamble he latched his mouth onto your clit and sucked. He ate like a starved man, taking you in completely and licking up all your juices while still working you with his hand. 

You were getting louder and more needy in your moans as you came closer to the edge. The grip on his hair got tighter as you guided him in the right place. 

“Fuck. Don’t stop. I’m cumming don’t stop, please please please” You begged as you pushed his face further into your pussy. 

He crooked his fingers just slightly and it was enough to send you over the edge. Intense release triggered that instinctual response in you that brought out your fangs. 

You had to calm down right the fuck now. You still wanted to fuck him before you fed. No human has made you feel this way since you yourself were a human. You pushed his face deeper in still so that he wouldn’t see the change in you. 

A few moments later you’d calmed down enough to retract them and you were pulling him back up to kiss you again. You tasted yourself and you moaned at the hotness of it all. You needed him inside of you. Now.

He kept his mouth on yours as he reached over to his bedside drawer to find a condom but you pulled away from the kiss with a heaving breath. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill,” Not necessarily true but true enough, “please, I just want to feel you. Want you to fuck me full of your cum” you pleaded.

He growled and pulled another moan out of you as he kissed you again and reached to undo the clasp of your bra. He reached down to take off his boxers while he played with your nipples. You looked down and nearly gasped at the size of him. No one you ever brought home had been hung like him. Seeing all the veins sticking out of his hard cock only made you hungrier. 

Suppressing your appetite you reached for him and moved to get him underneath you when he stopped your movements. 

“I wanna be on top, wanna see you writhing underneath me, wanna see your face when I make you cum again, doll.” He said, pushing you back down. He lined up between your folds and eased his way in. 

He sighed as he pushed all the way to your cervix in a slow yet forceful push. He shuddered. “Fuck, doll. Can’t wait to fucking fill you up, make you mine. I wanna see my cum leaking out of you and push it back in. Gonna fuck you so fucking good.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, eliciting a yelp from you. “So good.”

His pace was slow at first, letting you adjust to him while he adjusted to you. He had been just as wanting as you, when he initially pushed in you could feel his cock twitch and pulse inside you. He wanted this just as bad as you did. 

“Just fucking fuck me already, please” you asked in between moans. 

“You asked for it, doll. Hold on tight.” That was the only warning he gave before he started railing into you at a brutal pace. You were moaning and yelling loudly while he focused all his energy on fucking you as he took in the look on your face. 

The sounds filling the room were a mix of skin slapping against skin, grunts, moans, and groans. The air was sticky with sweat and sex as he reached down to play with your clit. This guy knows what he’s doing. 

“I can’t hold back much longer, doll. Give me what I want. Wanna cum together. Wanna cum all inside your perfect pussy.” He panted out. 

He worked your clit harder, hit your cervix harder, kissed you harder. You let out a cry as you came, triggered his own orgasm. He fucked you through both of your climaxes and you felt his cock empty his cum inside of you. A few final thrusts and his body collapsed onto yours. Cum dripping out of your cunt and onto the mattress.

You were so aroused, no one you took home had done you like this. You still needed him. Your fangs came out with a hiss and you went for the jugular. Bucky grabbed something off the side table so quickly and took it in his hand. With the other he caught your hands above your head and brought down whatever it is that he had been holding onto them. 

You were screaming, your skin was burning, smoking. This was a pain so unique that it brought you into shock. It was a pain you knew. Silver. What are you? Immediate panic waved through you as you tried to kick out from under him, only digging the metal further into your wrists.

You were fucked, you were panicked, and for the first time in maybe a century you were scared. 

“What the fuck?!” You roared as you used all the strength you had to push against him. With a grunt he pulled out of you to get a better angle to hold you down. In that moment of weakness you managed to fling your body weight forward enough to get the metal off of you. 

You felt wild, angry, betrayed. You were about to lunge for him again when he pulled a silver dagger and brought it to your throat. It touched you just barely enough that you could feel the singe. You hissed, trying to stay as still as possible so you wouldn’t burn yourself further. 

“Who the FUCK are you?! What the fuck do you want!?” You were seething with rage. No one gets the drop on you. No one. Bucky may have the upper hand now but he will pay in blood. All of it. 

“I know what you are. I know what you’ve been doing. I belong to a very special group of individuals interested in eradicating your kind.” He said as he pushed the blade further into your neck. 

“So it wasn’t a total lie when I said I moved here for work.” He chuckled at the statement, like you were supposed to be in on the joke too. Go along with him as if he wasn’t about to kill you. 

“What do you want with me? If you know what I’ve been doing you know that I don’t kill my victims. I glamour them and send them on their way. We both win.” You tried to reason.

“I think you could be useful, doll. You’ve already proven you’re definitely good for at least one thing. Look at you, my cum leakin’ out of your pussy like it was made for it”, he said. He sat up a little bit, easing the dagger off of you just a bit. 

“You see, I think you got connections, doll. I think you can help me get to the group of vampires responsible for all the killings in the next city over.” His words were registering with you as you looked around the room for an exit. Sounds like Loki. Maybe Thor but I doubt it.

“And before you go thinkin’ about cutting loose, all my doorknobs are coated in silver and so are all the bars on the window. Perks of living in a basement apartment? I’ve got barred windows and no one lives in the unit above me. No one will hear you scream. No one will come for you.”

You were so utterly fucked in this moment. Maybe you could glamour your way out of this. If you could get him to meet your eye. 

“Go ahead and try anything on me, doll. I’m prepared for any of it. If you can’t give me the information I want then maybe you could give me something else I want.” He pumped his eyebrows as he took in your naked form. 

That was the first and last time you ever got vulnerable with a human. Yup, you were fucked. For now.

[lunarreaper-ut]

                                          Kingdomverse Nightmare

                                                  The Moon King

Likes - Reading - Late evenings - Winter - Nature (He’s fond of the gardens around the castle) - Dark colors (Deep blues and purples) - Getting work done

Favorite Food/Drinks - Tea (He likes Killer’s blends the most, but a hot Chai Tea will also do) - Coffee (Still prefers Killer’s blends, but prefers a darker coffee) - Chocolate (Prefers dark chocolate) - Pastries (He has a bit of a sweet tooth)

Hobbies - Reading - Playing the violin (Though he hasn’t played since he was a child. Still good at it)

Dislikes - Disrespect - The Dark (Pitch black darkness specifically) - Not getting work done - Being watched/Stared at

Nightmare is the younger of the two Kings which rule over the Kingdom of Sun and Moon. After the brothers’ mother’s death, Nightmare became frustrated with his elder brother’s lack of responsibility, and eventually turned him to stone, casting the Kingdom into an eternal night filled with torment for nearly five-hundred years. He was cast into the Void by Dream, and was trapped for a millennium before being allowed to return.

Abilities/Special Traits - Immortality - Extremely high magic capacity - Glamours (Illusions which change the appearance of the user) - Corrupted Transformation (A complete transformation to a demonic shadow-like being, typically triggered by extreme excess of Negativity. Can be manually triggered) - Negative Aura (Nightmare emanates negativity which can fill those around him with dread. He has learned to suppress this Aura. Dream is immune to this Aura) - Nightmare’s magic can be made of pure Negativity, which is the only thing that can cause permanent damage to Dream’s purity form. No amount of healing will fix the damage done with an attack of pure negativity (to Dream). - Nightmare can travel through shadows, or spy through them if he wishes.  - Weak against Positivity/Pure Positive energy - Nightmare is skilled with a spear - Due to a past injury, Nightmare’s right eye is damaged, causing minor vision issues.

Misc. - He was born with the markings on his cheeks. The Moon marking formed after he imprisoned Dream in stone, due to the overwhelming negativity from his subjects at the loss of the Sun King. (The markings are directly connected to his magic, which is why more may form during times of overwhelming negativity. He could likely obtain more markings in the future.) - A cult has formed in the Kingdom, dedicated to Nightmare’s corrupted form. - Nightmare is 5′6″ (~168cm) - Nightmare prefers sleeping on his side. (He tends to hold something when he sleeps) - Probably has the best poker-face

[thelandswemadeofpaper]

Places

Isolated Hidden Society

Cottage in the Woods

Throne Room

Circus

Laboratory

Academy

Orphanage

Labyrinth

Gardner

Desert

Tower

Underground/Netherlands

Ancient Ruins

Household

Temple

Lake

Forbidden Realm

Mountain/Vulcan

Waterfall

Roads and Paths

Sanctuary

Mine Lands

Abyss

Borders

Wastelands

Island

Cave

Cage

Tunnels

An Room (you could get locked, it could be cursed and you opened it)

An Chamber

Asylum/Mad House

Tomb

A Well

Dungeon

Prision (Tailor-Made one? An mental one?Alcatraz?)

Clock Tower

Pocket Dimension

Hidden/Isolated Realm

Promised Land

Haunted Castle

Possessive Paradise (that refuses to let you leave?)

An eldritch realm

An 'Dark'/Tainted/Cursed Land

A Dangerous/Bad Place

Toxic/Radioative/Dangerous Land

Frozen Land

Kingdom in the Sky 

Underground Prision or City

Enigmatic Castle

Magical Forest

Objects

Bridge

Train

Candle

Mask (key of power? Of madness? If someone removes it?)

Book

Key

Mirror

Stairs

Tree

Gates/Portal

Compass

Gloves

Collar

Letter

Diary

Forbidden Door

Rock

Map

Throne

Thermos

Urn/Box/Vase

Flowers

Hourglass

Sundial

Wand

Pocket Watch

Clock

Cards

Horn

Crown

Amulet

Chains

Soul Jar

Bells

Page

Sword

Helm

Shield

Pillar

Ring

Boat/Ship

Ark

Token

Symbol

An Fruit

Tears

Jewels

Antlers

Wings/Feathers

Bones

Carcass

Skull Head

Keepsake

Harp/Flute

Weregild

Music Box

Inventions

Muzzle

Rope

Statues, Monuments and Memorials

Treasure

Blindfold

Blunt Sword

Glasses/Lenses that see under glamour/illusion

Carriage

Other Things

Fire/Ice/Earth/Wind

Rain

Names

Song

Keystone

Riddles

Keystone Army

Hive Mind

Achilles' Heel

Power Limitator/Seal

Life Bonded to an Object (the lifespan? or it just controls you like the Dark One Dagger? Hortrux or the one Ring? Or like the Genie's Lamp? The Amok in Miraculous?)

Soul Bonds (some kind of bond or connection to a person? Object? Place? You feel the same pain?)

Brand

The Moon

The Sun

An Star

Barrier/Wall

A Pit of Vipers

Mark

Blood

Corpse

Aura

Seal

Fisher King

Genius Loci

Remains (of a creature? A thing? person?)

Scars (survived an tragedy? An magical sickness or curse? An branding of sorts? Lost an eye in an duel?)

Tatto (an writing maybe? An formula? An key? Proof of allegiance?)

Heart

Eyes

Heart Substitute/Eye Substitute (like a Clock, Scissors, a Jewel or Buttons, a supernatural substitute for any body part, the lack of one too)

Heart Drive

Forged with Magical Fire

Magical Cure

Hostile Terraforming

A Wall that active attack intruders

Magical Objects

Jewels

The Wall Around the World

A Place That Changed all the Time

Cursed (cut off) Body Part

[mythicamagic]

wow! that's an amazing list. “i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met”

A continuation of other tumblr prompts I’ve made into a fic - here

Hopefully chapter four will be the end lolol this fic has been far longer than I intended it to be.

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Kagome stared out at passing scenery beyond her window with a glazed look dulling her eyes. Heavy thoughts carried her attention far away from the mundane train ride. She hadn't visited Kyoto in years, and especially not for such a special reason before.

Shippo's voice had sounded so strange on the phone. Mature, but not overly deep, maintaining its playfulness. He'd invited her over for a visit right away.

A 'bing!' noise roused her enough to check her phone- which showed a picture of Natsuki posing with a spear and fresh kill.

Kagome snorted, resting her chin on her knuckles. There were a few things about Natsuki that she was surprised Sesshoumaru hadn't commented on.

Number one; her boyfriend was a demon.

And number two; he was, specifically, an inuyoukai. A mongrel. She imagined Sesshoumaru felt mighty smug to know she'd found a demon of the same species as him to date. Natsuki being of mixed breeding surely made the Daiyouki feel all the more superior.

But Kagome had never cared about such things. She'd loved Inuyasha once, too.

The short version of their 'getting together' just two months prior was that she'd located a demon bar a few years ago and had been dating youkai ever since, using the place as a means to meet them. The relief of finding the secret den of long-forgotten youkai had been unparalleled. Kagome now knew exactly how to locate and see through glamorous thanks to years of experience.

She'd found out through the process of elimination that humans just kind of...weren't enough for her. Kagome needed the youki, the rush- the bite of claws, talons or fangs.

Natsuki was one of many in a long line of potential 'forever' partners, but Kagome had long since stopped expecting marriage down the line. If they lasted, that was fine. If not, that was fine too.

She had resolved never to fall hard for someone again.

Natsuki left Tokyo a few days prior to go on a hunting trip with his pack in a remote location up in the mountains, a monthly tradition.

'Can you skip it this time?' Kagome had asked. 'I'd just...really like it if you could come to Kyoto with me?'

'But I don't know your fox friend.'

'Doesn't matter- he hasn't seen me in 500 years. I would feel so much better if you were there.'

Natsuki looked as though she'd spat in his breakfast. 'Ah, uh-' he ran an awkward hand through his light-brown hair. 'I guess?'

The hesitancy and look in his eyes- begging to be let off the hook- made Kagome force a smile and drop the subject.

She sighed, figuring they'd probably break up soon. There wasn't really anything wrong with their relationship, just a difference in values and priorities.

It seemed to be the norm. No huge fight. No big dramatic breakup. Usually she even stayed friends with her exes.

Sesshoumaru was the outlier in all things.

She made certain not to tell the Daiyoukai of her impending singleness. If he was irritatingly optimistic now- Kagome imagined he'd be a nightmare to shake off if she were available.

But he'd stop if I outright told him to never speak to me again.

Her lips thinned, stomach turning at the mere thought.

For the rest of the journey, she resolved not to think about him. And failed miserably.

----

Shippo had greeted her at the door with an enormous hug the second she'd arrived at his hilltop home. Brilliant red hair had grown longer, swept back into a ponytail. Since his house perched a little further out from most of the houses, he wore no glamour. The pointed ears and foxtails- five of them- Kagome counted, were on full display.

Tears pricked her eyes, and she hugged him back fiercely.

His wife was pleasant, though a little eccentric for a racoon youkai. She'd made a 'welcome' banner and everything for Kagome's arrival.

Three young kits with dark circle markings around their eyes raced around the house- which had crayon drawings sprawled all over the walls at waist-height. Shippo and his wife seemed to have given up on house maintenance, but they were a happy family.

Blue eyes softened as Kagome sat with him in the relative privacy of his art studio. She was so pleased he'd found happiness. As they talked, she bent down- reaching into her bag for her phone to show him some pictures of her workplace- only for it to tip over.

A small bottle of pills rolled out, stopping by his foot.

Kagome paled. She glanced away from his questioning look as he handed them back to her. "Reiki suppression pills?" he asked.

"How'd you know?"

"I've got friends in Tokyo. You're not the only priestess who secretly dates demons," he shrugged, pinning her with a calculating look. "But, it's kind of a shame you feel the need to take them."

Kagome forced a smile, tucking them away, "yeah well- it's because I'm so big and strong," she joked. "I haven't met a demon in Tokyo who could withstand my aura if I really let it out. Taking these is easier. Gives demons the 'flavour' of dating a miko without actually getting burned. It just thins my powers a little."

Shippo nodded in acceptance and swiftly changed topics since it made her uncomfortable. He chattered on about his life, detailing the 500 year gap between when they'd seen each other last. Apparently, after Miroku and Sango had passed, he'd taken to spending more time with Sesshoumaru. When Inuyasha had died, he'd started living with the Daiyoukai permanently.

"You...did?"

He nodded, hands wrapped around his steaming mug of tea. A handmade bracelet clasped around his wrist, and the mug was half-melted, made from clay. Clearly they'd both been crafted by three well-meaning kids. "I guess we were gonna talk about him eventually," he smirked. "I promise not to be biased, okay? Sure, he saved my ass, but you're still my favourite."

Warmth flooded her heart, and Kagome giggled a little despite herself. "You're talking like we're your divorced parents or something," she mused, sobering. Taking a long breath, she stared at her own misshapen mug. "What happened?" she asked quietly. "Why didn't he create a pure-blooded heir?"

Shippo sighed, sweeping a hand through voluminous red hair. "He chased after you pretty much a second after you left through the well. Only he couldn't get through."

Her chest tightened, body stiffening.

"He's told me before though...that regretting what happened wouldn't have been enough, and maybe it was better he didn't stop you. He still felt the same at the time, deep down; that only a pure-blooded heir should take over the Western Lands to ensure he was survived by a long-living heir. He was gonna do it," Shippo muttered. "He was prepared to lay with an inuyoukai to produce an heir, but when the time came he just...couldn't. It frustrated him for a long time."

Kagome took a sip of her lukewarm tea, lips thinning. "He could've taken a mate. It didn't have to be some random woman."

"Heh, yeah but his inuyoukai instincts had already chosen a mate," Shippo winked at her. "And no matter how much he tried to force logic onto himself, his instincts refused to budge. You weren't dead, so in his mind, he couldn't move on. He's remained your captive all this time."

Her eyes widened, swallowing. "That sounds terrible!" she burst, frowning. "What the hell...I'd resent that. Why doesn't he hate me?"

"Hard to explain but...he could have moved on, Kagome," the kit sighed. "If he really wanted to. He's the one who lacked the desire to change how he felt about you. So, despite some relationships, Sesshoumaru has pretty much maintained his bachelor lifestyle."

Kagome stood from her seat, setting down her tea and distractedly looking at Shippo's art pieces, picking up a sketchbook and flipping through it.

Sharp green eyes searched her guarded features. "You're still in love with him, right?"

"Some habits are hard to kick," she said softly, pausing on one sketch. Her vision grew blurry.

Shippo rose and swept the shuddering miko into a hug before she could drop the sketch of Sango and Miroku. He held her for a long time, and they moved on to talking about their friends. About all the things they'd done and the happiness they'd shared.

"M-maybe I...left too quickly," Kagome mumbled, wiping at her wet cheeks.

"Nah, don't get that thought stuck in your head," Shippo rested a hand on her head, gently ruffling the dark strands. "You wanted distance between you and Sesshoumaru. It's not your fault the well shut."

"Why did..." swallowing thickly, she looked up at him, oddly feeling like a child in comparison to his steady, easy-going presence. Like nothing in the world could shock or frighten the little kit anymore. "It took him 6 years to come talk to me, why is that?"

Shippo's smile turned slightly sad. "He wouldn't want me to tell you. In fact, he'd kill me for giving you this-" Shippo reached into his pocket and took out a vial.

Kagome understood what it was almost immediately, accepting the glamour with a perplexed look.

He then scribbled down the name of a random park in Tokyo she hadn't visited before, handing it over with a smirk. "Put that glamour on and visit this park on either Tuesday or Thursday, weather permitting. You'll find him near the duck pond."

She arched a brow, eyeing the vial. "He'll recognise me, even with a glamour on."

"Nah, that's my own creation- and I'm pretty darn brilliant at magic now!" he puffed out his chest, tilting his chin up in a very Sesshoumaru-like manner. Shippo then smiled warmly, taking the sketchbook and tearing out a page. "He's not being honest with you, but it's not outta nefarious purposes. You'll see," he reassured her. "He's changed. Even if he's still an asshole."

Kagome accepted the page, freezing. Her fingers stiffened, emotion clogging her throat at all the implications that came with the picture. She couldn't help but cry again in the safety of Shippo's arms- promptly bursting into tears while on the train ride home too.

Shippo's sketch remained clutched in her hands.

The weight of so much wasted time rested upon her heavily, making the woman bend low in her seat, ignoring the stares of other passengers and letting out several years of loneliness and disappointment. How her skin had ached and burned up with a fever of remembrance- straining for a demon lord to take her wrists and kiss her palms like he once had.

---

Overcast skies blocked out the sunshine that Tuesday, so she wondered if he'd show. The glamour had made her look like a 40-year old, a few grey streaks in her magically short hair. Brown eyes stared back at her instead of blue. She smelled like lavender and home cooking. Kagome sat upon a bench and pretended to read beside the duck pond. An available bench sat further away, nearer to the empty play park.

It was there that a dark-haired man eventually sat, five children having followed him. A lanky teen took a seat next to him, his hair short and grey- eyes milky white with blindness. Kagome squinted from behind her book, sensing he was a snake youkai. Two young hanyous of differing species immediately ran to the play park, squealing. One had concealed horns, the other hiding their leopard spots behind a glamour.

A human girl around the age of 11 carried a toddler to the edge of the duck pond, talking quietly with him and pointing to the ducks.

Kagome held back the hot sting of tears, forcing her gaze to the book in her hands and robotically turning a page.

"Shinto needs to get out of his room," the snake youkai was muttering sourly.

"There is little I can do. Did you wish for me to carry him kicking and screaming to the park with us?" Sesshoumaru snorted, elbows bent to rest on his knees.

Kagome glanced at him furtively from the corner of her eye.

Gone was the easy confidence he'd presented to her during their encounters- the impeccable dress-sense and untouchable air of a bachelor. He looked like a mess. Or rather, a single parent struggling to juggle too much at once. He wore a jacket that had seen better days, hair dishevelled and slight lines under his eyes.

"Maybe that would've been better," his adopted child was muttering, soon sighing and glancing to the side as Sesshoumaru toyed with his phone. "Do you even have her number?"

Sesshoumaru arched a brow, feigning ignorance. "Hm?"

"You know who I am referring to. Just ask for it from Uncle Shippo."

Dark lashes lowered, followed by a rich, silky chuckle that made Kagome's skin warm. "Such underhanded methods, Hiroji," he teased, "no wonder you're not popular with women."

Hazy eyes gazed in his general direction flatly, huffing. "Please refrain from trying to dodge the question. Have you actually asked this 'Kagome' woman out yet?"

"I invited her to coffee."

"Such a cheap date, Papa!" the human girl by the duck pond smiled, carrying her brother back to them. "Couldn't you have invited her ice-skating, or to a fancy restaurant?"

"Or to the park!" one of the Hanyous yelled from the swings.

Sesshoumaru cut his eyes to grey skies fondly, accepting the toddler from his daughter. "The location does not matter. Miss Higurashi is not easily swayed," he uttered, large hands toying with little boots. The toddler giggled, kicking his legs. "Initially, I wished to bury her with gifts, but she would merely see that as an attempt to 'buy' her. No, I sense only a display of humility and regret will soften her opinion of me, however that seems quite impossible."

"Hm? Why's that?" his daughter asked.

"Because I do not wish to use you all as an example of my having 'changed.' It would feel as though you are mere tools for my redemption," brown eyes slid away. "My mindset altered gradually over the centuries. No large thing triggered it. I know of no other way to prove myself other than introducing her to you."

Kagome could tell by the twitching of his fingers and the way he kept brushing them over his jaw absentmindedly that he was itching for a drag of his pipe. She'd wondered if he still occasionally smoked. He must've decided not to around his children.

"Sounds like heavy stuff," the girl hummed, patting his shoulder in consolation. "Can't you just say-" she cleared her throat, voice deepening into a poor imitation of Sesshoumaru's- "Miko, I've been falling in love with you since the first day we met. Fall into my arms~"

Deep brown eyes flattened, and he playfully shoved a hand into her face. "Things are not so easily fixed, Akiko."

"I see. Well, don't worry! If it doesn't work out, we can all go ice-skating instead!"

Sesshoumaru tsked, sinking back into his seat and allowing the toddler to snuggle up on his chest. "How dull. I'd much prefer to go on a date with a beautiful woman than babysit you brats."

Akiko only giggled and whined good-naturedly, calling him a 'meanie' before running off to join the Hanyous on the swings.

Left in silence, the Daiyoukai's brows knitted together, thoughts clearly far away.

Mild concern softened Hiroji's boyish features. "You should try talking to her again," he said quietly, so faintly Kagome could barely hear it.

"Hn, and why is that?"

Shifting, the snake demon glanced sightlessly in Kagome's direction- causing her blood to freeze in her veins. "I suspect she may be more receptive to speaking with you now, that is all. Call it a hunch."

Stiff shoulders slowly relaxed upon realising he wasn't going to expose her. After a few minutes, Kagome rose from her spot and slipped away from the park.

In the comfort of her own apartment, Kagome gazed at the sketch Shippo had given her; Sesshoumaru sleeping without a glamour obscuring his exotic features. Resting on mokomoko, his knees, and the crook of his arm were children, different from the ones at the park, but just as mixed in species.

It implied he'd been adopting them for centuries. What had started with Rin all those years ago- the accidental adoption of his first child, had become a long-enduring habit. And it also gave Kagome the stupid, insidious idea that maybe he wanted hanyou children now. Maybe he wanted them with her.

And that was too dangerous a thought to linger on if she was incorrect.