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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 years

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HEY HI HELLO ANOTHER REQOESY IM SORRY

okay so um how bout the reader and a few others (or maybe not a few others whatever you think is best) decide to be idiots and go to this abandoned mansion or smth and foul legacy’s the ghost/demon???

and then instead of him tracking u down and taking ur life it appears that he’s friendly?????

random anon

me: this is so cute!!! i love it :D my brain: mhm, now what you're gonna do is add angst me: why- my brain: do it, buddy. me: *sigh* ok,,,

aha. i'm sorry not sorry >:)c also??? i really didn't know what to title this i'm sorry </3

~ * ~ Haunted Mansion HCs

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, little bit of Angst at the end

Warnings for rainstorms, thunder, lightning, fear, mold, decay

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-Just your luck -The one day you have business outside of the Harbor, and it starts raining -It’s just dumping buckets on you and unfortunately you’re also in the middle of NOWHERE -Well no, you’re in Liyue, but nowhere near anywhere decent enough to stay -You wander around for a while, quietly dreading the approaching darkness of night, before you spot something in the distance -It’s a house, you see as you approach, tucked away between the trees and mountains -Perhaps once it would’ve been grand, but its large size was offset by the fact that the foundation of it was all but rotting away, the wooden beams soft and crumbling and the tiles on the roof chipped and washed out in color -Unfortunately, it’s the only option you have, and you reluctantly make your way to the door and pull it open, the wood crackling and crunching under your insistent tugs -It smells like mold and wet dust when you finally wrench the door open (the handle yanking off in your hand) and you grimace with disgust -But it’s relatively dry, or at least dryer than outside, and you venture deeper inside to investigate -Every room has the same dilapidated interior as the main hall, framed with tattered cloth and smelling strongly of mothballs -You gently push a door open, giving way to a once-luxurious bed and dresser, now damp and rotting. A bedroom -The mattress on the bed frame is worn but serviceable, and you sit down with a small poof, clouds of dust flurrying about -Lightning flashes outside and you jump with fright, wondering if the Archon of Inazuma had temporarily invaded Liyue just to scare you out of your wits -Rubbing your arms, you raise from the bed and pace around the room to take your mind off the storm outside, eyes falling on the old set of drawers in the room -Usually you’d feel bad for snooping… Actually, that’s a lie. You like snooping, especially when there aren’t any consequences, and you open the mysterious drawers with delight -It’s full of old clothes- what you expected. But atop the threadbare piles of fabric lays a softly gleaming object, all purple and silver, humming with an odd, out-of-place energy -You reach out to touch it and it shines with a flash, sending sparks of painful electricity across your skin as you yelp and yank your hand away, still staring at the object in wonder -Your raptured attention is quickly shattered when a loud creaking noise outside of the room makes itself apparent and you snap your head around, goosebumps dancing on your arms -A low, rumbling growl filters through the thinning walls and wood, a story Zhongli told you coming to mind, about “The House of Eleventh Hour”- a cursed domain inhabited by a “Star-Torn Beast” that had gone mad with loneliness -Heavy footsteps plod down the hallway towards your room, a room with one window a story into the air and solid stone underneath, which would surely kill you if you jumped and landed in a heap, bones snapped into pieces -You press yourself against the wall, hugging your legs in an attempt to seem smaller and disappear into the peeling paint behind you -A light beams into the room, the footsteps drawing nearer and nearer as you squeeze your eyes shut until they stop right in front of you -There’s a clunking sound, almost like armor shifting, then silence -And a rumble. A light, gentle rumble, almost sounding concerned as a claw slowly traces over your cheekbone. The clawed hand reaches under your chin, tilting it carefully upwards, and you crack open your eyes, blinking -A creature looms over you, its singular luminescent eye glowing in the darkness, illuminating the horns that frame its face and head. It’s kneeling on the ground, yet still towers over you as it lightly squishes your cheek -You’re shaking, both from fear and the cold, and the beast whines quietly, moving you take you in its arms and only hesitating when you lean away, petrified -It trills worriedly, looking around the room before pulling something from the drawer- a picture, a photograph of a young man with ginger hair and deep blue eyes -You take it

from the creature’s claws, and it gestures to the photo before tapping itself in the chest with a hum -Me. -Tracing the man’s faded features lightly, you look back up at the beast, eyes wide, and it- he- nods -There’s a moment of stillness as you lose yourself in thought, then he reaches out again, slowly, and gathers you in his arms -He rests his chin on top of your head, letting out a lazy rumble of approval when you tentatively hover your hands over the considerable amount of soft fluff around his neck -You sink your fingers into the fluff, combing the soft fur and snuggling your face into it. The creature hums and drapes himself over you -A light buzz runs through his body- he’s purring!! You can feel the sensation in your bones, gentle and comforting, pulling you away from the storm and blanketing you in soft sound -The rain taps on the window, but it’s the only remnant of the world outside, the remaining space filled by your new friend’s purrs and coos as he nestles closer to you -He’s lulling you to sleep, perhaps unintentionally, kneading at your sore shoulders and back and bumping his forehead to yours. Who knew the so-called “Star-Torn Beast” could be so sweet and affectionate? -As you doze off, the last thing you feel is a clawed hand cradling your cheek like a glass sculpture -But it’s the cold grass that wakes you, dew clinging to your eyelashes and hair as you shiver with chill -You sit up, rubbing your eyes. The mansion is gone, leaving you surrounded by rain and stone, no giant purring moth-creature in sight -Getting to your feet you still shake from the sudden cold, legs prickling from being asleep for so long, and you clap your hands together to warm them -Your brows furrow in confusion, involuntary tears pricking at your eyes (to your disdain) -Was it all imaginary? -You shake your head quickly to clear it- the storm should be easing up soon, and you can’t afford to waste anymore time -To further ward off the biting cold, you shove your hands in your pockets, only to feel and hear something crinkle in one of them -You grasp the oddly flat object by a corner and tug it out- a small slip of paper that you unfold twice and thrice until it lays in your palm -A faded photograph. A young man with ginger hair and deep blue eyes

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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What other non-extinct magical species do you think exist besides vampires, shapeshifters, and like 3 children of the moon?

Not a lot.

More, I have absolutely no way of guessing here. We’re never given any hints or indications that creatures other than vampires, shapeshifters, and Children of the Moon exist, which means I’m as at a loss as you are.

I do think that, on the whole, since the world of Twilight appears identical to ours, that there can’t be any creatures left that would attract too much attention as they would have been discovered by modern technology. Sirens, for instance, would be found out by fog lights, cameras, recordings, you name it. Mermaids, on the other hand, could get away since much of the ocean remains unexplored.

This all being said, I can speculate.

Two things come to mind.

Gifted humans

I haven’t written the meta on what gifts are yet, but I’ll just state that I think gifts are magic. We see them adapt to a human’s needs, personality, or trauma, all according to what suits them best, and I don’t think the gift a vampire has is random. What a gift is appears to be malleable, as people with extreme needs (Renata, Bella, and Renesmée) will have gifts protecting them while others will have their gifts turned into something different if the incentive is strong enough (Jane and Alec). This points to gifts at the core being magic, capable of adapting a new state should the human bearer need it to. For vampires this malleability is lost, what you have is much more powerful than what you had as a human but you’re also stuck with it.

With the possible exception of Jane and Alec (good things happened to people who were kind to them, bad things to people who were cruel, and when they died it was their intent that turned these gifts into something else), humans are not able to control their gifts.

What I’m saying is, within the Twilight world some humans are magical. This is extremely rare, but it’s the best explanation I have for gifts.

Now onto thing the second.

Legends: where do they come from?

So, within the world of Twilight, most myths about vampires are fabricated. Coffins, bats, Christian iconography, a lot of it was made up by Aro. Unfortunately they couldn’t get wash these myths clean of the blood-drinking, the immortality, the something happening in the sun, or the incubi.

More, we see again and again in canon hat there are humans who know, legends are told. The fact that the blood-drinking couldn’t be erased entirely from myth is telling enough on its own.

No, vampires have left their footprint on human mythology, much to Aro’s chagrin.

Which is our door to speculation about which creatures still exist out there. Because if vampires left a footprint on mythologies within the Twilight world (which I remind you appears identical to ours, at least up until 2006), it is fair to assume other creatures have as well. It’s canon that the Children of the Moon did.

So, then, what can we assume?

First of, we must assume that a lot of mythic creatures identified as non-vampires, might actually have been vampires. It’s canon that the Egyptian pantheon was actually just Amun and his buddies, and I think that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Off the top of my head, the following creatures or afflictions could be vampires, at least the ones with a penchant for creative hunting:

Siren Otherworldly beautiful voices that lure in sailors to their deaths. Now, the legends say sirens are as hideous as their voices are beautiful, but that could be a warning among sailors, and even if it’s not it works since vampires are so inhuman-looking.

Nøkken The most beautiful man, sometimes horse, you ever did see, and he will lure you to a watery death.

Troll Far-fetched, but trolls are terribly strong and turn to stone in the sunlight. Within the world of Twilight, trolls could be the result of a game of telephone.

Ghost People long dead are seen again, walking around in their old houses. they disappear.

Possession Someone once a member of community screams in unimaginable agony for days, becomes a terrfiying demon, kills everything in sight, speaks so quickly it’s unintelligible, appears and disappears out of thin air, and is decidedly animalistic with snarls, growls, and crouching.

My point with all this being that in a world where vampires have walked among us for thousands of years, they’re going to have left a lot of footprints in our mythos.

But, as it’s unlikely they’re the only ones, there are myths one may assume arose from elsewhere.

Now, I can’t speculate as to what creatures might have inspired these myths. As I demonstrated above, and canon shows with vampire myths being as far removed from real vampires as they are, these myths are only going to contain one grain of truth, possibly a very distorted one at that.

But there are some creatures that come to mind that seem directly contrary to vampires, Children of the Moon, and shapeshifters, and as such might be pointing towards another creature entirely.

I’m getting tired, so I can only think of two examples:

Changeling A child is stolen by fairies, who replace it with a fairy-child. This child is wicked and unnatural (doesn’t grow, might have a beard or too long teeth). Easy to think immortal child, except the whole point, the core, of changelings is that they trick parents into caring for them, and they’re hard to distinguish. Immortal children will eat their parents if they get within 500 yards of them.

Nisse Moody, mischievous, yet fairly harmless, the nisse is at his most abstract a patron saint for your farm. Give him his oatmeal and he’ll milk your cows, fail to do so and he’ll poke holes in your milk bucket.

I’m not saying the changeling or the nisse were or are necessarily real in the Twilight world, but it’s not impossible either. Mostly, though, these two above are only examples, my point is that as vampires, Children of the Moon, and shapeshifters all made it into legend in the Twilight world, it is a fair assumption that legends not concerning these three might hold a grain of truth as well.

#long post #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #twilight worldbuilding #myths #folklore #twilight gifts #twilight vampires

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jkstompers · 4 years

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don’t go | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: you and jungkook were simply roommates, nothing more than that. no matter how much you wanted to get to know him, jungkook always left before you were able to get any deeper than two weeks into his past.

word count: 3.3K

genre: roommates, established friendship, hidden feelings, angst, slight fluff

warnings: none! :) (except maybe some typos...ignore that...haha...)

author’s note: yes hi hello! i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in so long AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS FIC THE DAY AFTER VALENTINES UGH!! I’M SLACKING, I’M SORRY!! i’ve been writing but i don’t have the motivation to finish and ugh it’s a mess in my brain right now. this fic i was able to finish though! hopefully u enjoy it ♡(ŐωŐ人) please let me know what u think! sorry again for being so inactive T口T.

side note: this is how i imagined jungkook in this fic! his pink sweater and long hair (╯°▽°)╯ ┻━┻ .crying.

also banner picture cred: here <3

“welcome home roomie! how was your month long vacation from me this time?” you greet jungkook when he walks into the kitchen for breakfast. he just came back last night from one of his month long rendezvous that occur way too often in your opinion. jungkook would disappear and reappear every other week or so. he never told you where he went and you never really found yourself dedicated enough to find out.

“fun,” he answers flatly, “and to be specific, it was only two weeks.” he clarifies the time he spent away, sitting down at the island and surveying the food you laid out. you outdid yourself this morning, an array of different breakfast foods. “you made all of this?”

you nod, “they were about to go bad, so you better finish all of it.”

he sends you a half smile, teetering on a smirk as he takes the plate you hand him. “you doing anything today?” he asks. his fork stabs through two pancakes and moves them to his plate, shoveling bacon and eggs onto there as well.

“on this fine sunday? sadly, no, just some homework i need to finish.” you sigh, taking a sip from your glass of water. your seat is to the right of jungkook, at the head of the island. it’s now that you really take your time to look at him. his morning look in all it’s glory. a face swollen and hair messy in the cutest way. it wasn’t fair that he was attractive during times when you’re supposed to look unattractive. his hair has grown a little longer since you last saw him, the ends of his hair touching the apples of his cheeks now. speaking of his cheeks, he stuffs them full of food and chews, his eyes wandering around the apartment until he makes contact with yours. catching you staring.

he swallows, bringing his glass of water to his lips before speaking again, “my face that interesting to you?” the question comes with a piece of pancake on his fork, offering it to you.

like a reflex, you open your mouth to accept the pancake. but you scrunch your nose at the remark he made, “you look different.”

the statement is meant to be innocent, speaking of the way his hair is a little longer and how you notice a new tattoo gracing his arm. but jungkook seems to take it a little deeper, your words ringing in his head. different? does that mean you look at him different? is he prettier now? uglier? what do you mean by that?

“do you want to go grocery shopping later?” he asks. hoping you didn’t notice the long pause he took to overthink.

“sure,” you shrugged. a small bubble of excitement forming in your stomach. “we’re out of ice cream anyway.” you try to carry a nonchalant reaction when nods.

when the two of you finished filling your bellies, jungkook helped you wash the dishes and clean everything up. the feeling of having him around makes you feel at ease. you wish it was like this more often. for the past two years jungkook had been your roommate, he paid his dues, cleaned his messes, and kept you company from time to time. when he wasn’t there (which was ⅔ of the time) it didn’t feel right. it would feel colder in the apartment, even if the heater was turned up. just...empty. sometimes you wished his socks or hoodies were left lying around the apartment for you to pick up and bicker with him about. rather, he cleaned every spot, no laundry to pick up, no spills to wipe, nothing. leaving no signs that he lived here at all.

“nap for a little bit and then we’ll go?” jungkook asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. you nod, telling him to wake you up when it was time to go.

you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you awake. your eyes open to see jungkook in front of you, pink sweater and black hair, contrasting perfectly in the sun that’s shining through your window. “let’s go now,” he says.

you nod, getting up from your bed and stretching as you walk over to your closet, grabbing a sweater to wear. jungkook offers to drive, you sit in the passenger seat, mind focused on what you had to buy for the house. you make it to the store and grab a cart, jungkook following behind you, “do you need anything?” you ask.

“some shampoo and conditioner,” he answers. you nod, moving to the bath section and waiting as jungkook chooses his items. the rest of the trip consists of you and jungkook asking each other if you needed said thing for the apartment. “we have to get more blankets,” he declares as you pass the home goods section, grabbing a fluffy blanket.

you scold him, “we have too many blankets, put it back.” he presses his lips into a tight line, showing his dissatisfaction. you both continue to walk around a little longer, moving to the food section. “see, this is what we need!” you pull out the cookie dough tub.

“dough?” he snorts, taking a look at the bucket as you hold it.

“it’s ready to eat cookie dough! no salmonella for us!” you smile, dropping it into your cart. jungkook doesn’t say anything after that, you knew he wanted the cookie dough too, you were just taking one for the team.

walking a little further into the food section, jungkook taps your shoulder, pointing to the other side of the freezers. “ice cream?”

“oh, yeah,” you nod, pushing the cart that way. you pull the vanilla ice cream out and place it in the cart, jungkook furrows his eyebrows.

“vanilla? out of all the flavors here? really?” he stares at you, a serious look on his face. you can’t help but start laughing, his face breaks, a small smile appearing on his face but he tries to get back to a serious expression.

“it’s good! and you can eat it with the cookie dough,” you reason. jungkook rolls his eyes, you always seem to find a way to stump him, he can never argue with you for too long, you’re just too good of a talker. he takes out a mint chocolate tub from the freezer. you don’t say anything but your face scrunches, visibly disapproving.

“don’t start, i will argue for mint chocolate until the store closes.” he warns. you decide to stay quiet, a smile cemented on your face as you make it to check out. the rest of the trip goes smoothly from there, picking up some food on the way home and then making it back to the apartment.

the two of you decide to do some things on your own when you got home. jungkook had to clean his room and do some laundry while you had to finish your homework. a period of comfortable silence fills the apartment, unlike the cold silence that you were terribly used to. you couldn’t have felt any more content than how you feel now.

a few hours pass before jungkook finishes his chores, you were finished with your work and were now scheduling your next week. he peeks his head into your room, coughing to get your attention. your head turns at the sound, “movie?” he suggests.

you smile, standing from your desk. the two of you travel to the couch and plop down on the seats, your hand reaching out to the coffee table for the remote. “which one?” you ask, turning the tv on and clicking random buttons that bring you to netflix.

“that blue one, with the blonde.” he points as you scroll through the selections.

“mamma mia?” you snort.

“looks interesting,” he shrugs. unfolding the blanket and splaying it over the both of you. the first fifteen minutes of the movie plays before both you and jungkook start getting hungry. a rock, paper, scissors game ensues to figure out who’s gonna get up to get the snacks. you lose, 2 to 1.

you grumble, pulling the warm blanket off of you and moving to the kitchen. taking a bag of chips out, some candy that you had in the pantry, and then the tub of ready to eat cookie dough out of the fridge. the weight of it proving you to be one of the weakest human beings. the tub practically slams onto the counter. the lid once again proving that your strength was not that of thor’s. “jungkook!” you shout from the kitchen.

“what?” he yells back.

you try once more to pry the lid open, but to no avail. so you shout once again, “help me open the cookie dough!”

you hear jungkook groan, but nevertheless he comes into the kitchen, his face silently asking what you need him to do. you show him that the lid is basically stuck and he takes it from you, trying to take the top off but he seems to struggle as well. “here, you hold and i pull,” he suggests, holding onto the lid as you hold onto the bucket part. something told you this wasn’t going to work, maybe you should have left it out to thaw first before you tried to open it.

if someone were to walk in, the two of you would look ridiculous, but the cookie dough gives after a minute or so of pulling. the effort makes both you and jungkook stumble onto the kitchen floor. both of your laughs overlapping each other. you hold the cookie dough, “let’s stay here first, i’m tired.” your breathing is exaggerated to add effect.

he grins, moving to grab two spoons before sitting down next to you, against the cabinets on the floor. he sticks the two spoons into the cookie dough, the two of you start digging in. “you know what would be perfect with this right now?” jungkook sits up, standing again and moving to the freezer. you raise an eyebrow, wondering what he’s got in mind. “your vanilla ice cream,” he pulls the tub out.

“and to think you were making fun of me in the store for it,” you narrow your eyes, taking the ice cream from him. jungkook stands above you, smiling at the way you remain on the ground instead of going back to the couch in the living room. nevertheless, he joins you with his spoon in hand.

he watches as you scoop from the container, over exaggerating a shiver when you put it in your mouth. “cold?” he asks, but you shake your head. he looks over to your arm, your goosebumps raising. “liar,” he snorts, taking off his hoodie and handing it to you.

you give him a puzzled look, “i can just get my own—”

“just take it,” he cuts you off, throwing the jacket into your arms. secretly, you smile to yourself, throwing the hoodie over your head and sliding it on. it smells just like him, an overbearing scent that you’ve found comforting these days. a sudden warmth rushes over you.

the sound of the tv is in the background of your conversation, but you only pay attention to jungkook, the man who’s digging into your vanilla ice cream and feeding it to you. “you like feeding your roommates or something?” you mumble as you eat the cold cream.

he shakes his head, a smile on his face. “you’re the first roommate i’ve had.”

you raise your eyebrows, “like ever?” he nods. “makes sense, you don’t know proper roommate etiquette, because you’re never here,” you snort. it was a joke, but it was true. you were projecting your upset through the statement. he is never here, and you just wanted to know why. did he not like being around you? is he just using this place to shower and store his things? was that it?

jungkook doesn’t reply to your remark. completely disregarding it when he speaks again, “yeah, i’ve lived on my own before i moved in here, i moved around a lot.”

“why?” you ask. jungkook never answered ‘why’ questions. always said that it was never your business, that you were always so nosy.

but this time he sighs, “not really sure.” his spoon stabbing into the cookie dough, scraping the sides for the softer dough. “never really had a reason to stay.”

that was the most you’ve ever heard from him. no matter how much you wanted to ask why he stayed here, why he stayed with you. you knew that maybe it was pushing a little too far. one question at a time, baby steps, you tell yourself.

but you couldn’t help but think— wish that you could be a reason to make him stay.

“must be tiring,” you comment, taking a scoop of dough for yourself. he doesn’t reply after that, instead just smearing some of the dough on your cheek and nose. a gasp leaves your throat, wiping the stickiness from your face and transferring it to his. “you’re gonna give me acne,” you groan.

“oh relax, i’ll help you wash it off.” he smiles as he stands up, holding his hand out for you to take. he sets the ice cream on the counter, you copy with the cookie dough. both of you travelling to the sink to wash your hands and your faces. jungkook dries his face off and stands by, watching as you splash water on your face. you miss a spot on your cheek, which he helps you wipe off. his thumb coming up and swiping against the dough. his hand is warm, if it were there any longer, you would have leaned into his touch.

after you both dried your faces off, you both agreed that you’ve consumed enough cookie dough and ice cream for the night. after returning them to the fridge, you make your way back to the couch. the movie almost over, nearing the ending scenes when you sit down. jungkook chooses another movie, legally blonde. “lots of blonde today, thinking of bleaching your hair?” you joke, throwing a blanket on the both of you.

“you read my mind.” he gasps sarcastically.

another comfortable silence falls in between you both, the sound of elle woods speaking replaces your conversation with each other. you turn and watch as jungkook’s focus remains solely on the tv. you lean back into the couch, smiling to yourself. there was a bittersweet feeling to this moment. you were happy that jungkook was here, but something felt off. you felt yourself getting lonely. you feel this way every time jungkook is about to leave, it’s like you have a warning signal. like that one time last year where jungkook left for two months, december and january, the two most festive months of the year. you were out buying christmas decorations when you felt something inside of you grow cold. it’s when you got in your car that you saw his text.

[7:58 pm] jungkook: *jeon jungkook has sent you $1,000*

[7:58 pm] jungkook: ^^ for rent

[8:21 pm] you: leaving again?

[8:23 pm] jungkook: yeah

[8:24 pm] you: when r u coming back

[8:24 pm] you: i just bought christmas decor :(

[8:25 pm] jungkook: :( sorry

[8:26 pm] jungkook: also not sure

[8:26 pm] jungkook: i’ll be back to see them though! promise. i’ll help you take them down too

with that, you went home and decorated the apartment with a christmas tree, a snowman, and stockings with yours and jungkook’s initials hanging below the tv on the wall. waiting patiently all december and the first two weeks of january to see if jungkook would ever come back to see how cute you made the apartment.

he never did.

rather, he came back the end of january, when all the festivities were done and the decorations were down.

“where are the decorations?” he asks, shrugging off his jacket and walking into the kitchen.

you rolled your eyes, picking up your mug of hot tea. “took them down myself, didn’t think you were coming back.” after that you moved into your room, watching tv and sulking to yourself. sure, you were upset but you shouldn’t have expected anything more from him. it’s become one of the only personality traits that you see in him: ghosting you and coming back like nothing happened. plus, it’s not like he owed you an explanation. you and jungkook were simply roommates, nothing more than that. no matter how much you wanted to get to know him, jungkook always left before you were able to get any deeper than two weeks into his past.

you close your eyes and shake off the memory. breaking the silence when you speak, “you’re leaving soon, aren’t you?”

his gaze moves away from the tv. his eyes meeting yours, “why do you say that?”

you break eye contact before you shrug, “i can always feel it.”

he doesn’t say anything after, letting you wallow in the feeling washing over you once again. jungkook was leaving again and he knew you knew. there was nothing he could say, because what did you want to hear? that he’ll stay? maybe it was because it’s only been a day, and he’s already leaving. the whole thing makes your head ache. the both of you continue to watch the movie until the end, the clock striking four in the morning. jungkook turns the tv off when you yawn.

“tired?” he asks. you nod, standing from the couch and turning off the lights. he follows suit, stretching and trailing you down the hall. you walk into your room and lay on your bed, jungkook stays at your door, turning your light off before softly saying, “goodnight.” and then closing your door.

sometime in the morning, around seven or eight, you feel your bed dip beside you. it’s jungkook, you can tell by the smell of his body wash. a strong fruit smell that always feels like it burns your nose. you’re barely awake, your head still lightly aching. your droopy eyelids beckon you to sleep. jungkook doesn’t say anything, instead just sitting there.

in his head he’s saying something, apologizing to you for all the times he left you alone in this big apartment. you must have felt so alone, probably scared too. he’s too much of a coward to say it out loud. so for now, in his head, he repeats the apologies over and over again.

“sweet dreams,” jungkook says. rising from your bed. you can feel it, the comforting weight next to you as you fall back asleep disappears.

you blame your drowsiness for the way you reach out for his arm, gently holding his hand. he stutters in his step, looking back to you and your connected hands. “don’t go,” you mumble, eyes still closed.

and for once. jungkook hesitates. for a split second, he wonders how it’ll feel to stay with you.

but he doesn’t know. and he’ll never know. because in the next minute, he’s slipping his hand away from yours and grabbing his bag. walking out the door. again.

in the morning you wake to an empty apartment. jungkook’s door is closed and it’s just you again. your feet pad against the cold floor into the kitchen, a paper on the island catching your attention.

jungkook’s handwriting is specific, you could tell the marks apart from someone else’s. a smile spreads across your face when you read the note. terribly, your heart pounds and your cheeks flush.

be back in two weeks.

was supposed to be gone the entire month, but i wanted to stop by and see you.

sorry i only stayed for a day.

didn’t say it yesterday, but happy valentine’s day. there’s something in the fridge for you.

take care.

Xx, J.

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jjuzoir · 4 years

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Random Kageyama Tobio HCS

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: just... me being in love with a m*n other than masumi 😔 also! these are my headcanons as in,,, what i personally i think he’d be like ‼️ also me projecting my ideal man into him (as if he wasn’t it already 😋)

A/N: i... i love tobio so much it’s literally unreal... i couldn’t wait for a request (i’m still working on the remaining 4 too lolol) so take me projecting my love for tobio >:(

— Kageyama normally wears loose fitting clothes or athletic-style clothing. His favorite go to outfits tends to be a loose tee, some loose pants with an obnoxious Nike logo he swears are super cool but look like two garbage bags sewed together, and running shoes. Throw a hoodie in there for colder weather, even then he still manages to look good.

— He takes very good care of his hair, like freaky good care, because of Miwa. Once she enrolled in cosmetology school and she saw Kageyama use the same baby shampoo from when they were kids she freaked out (if she’d been any later he’d start using 3-in-1) and chewed his ear off about hair care. His hair is super shiny and there’s literally no freeze, he uses nice smelling shampoo and conditioner too. Ugh, I love him.

— He has a very sensitive nose but it gets clogged easily so he doesn’t notice much unless it miraculously unclogs itself and he’s complaining about everything.

— “Eh! Hinata, why’d you smell like a fucking axe bottle?!” “Why does no one say anything about Tsukishima smelling like strawberries?” “Yamaguchi smells like... milk.” “Hah?! Sugawara smells bad-?!”

— He says he’s a picky eater to appear cool but as long as you don’t say what’s in the food he’ll down it. He’ll say he doesn’t like carrots but if you give him a salad with carrots he might even say “it’s the best salad he’s ever had”.

— He’s a hot sleeper, and not in the “oh he’s sexy” type of way. I’m talking, he’ll sweat buckets if he sleeps with anything other than a flimsy white t-shirt and his underwear.

— Might be me projecting my love for bunny teeth but he has bunny teeth, his front teeth are a bit bigger than average (not to the point it’s super noticeable but it’s still something Miwa teased him about), his aunties probably squeezed his cheeks and called him “baby bunny” when he was younger.

— He doesn’t go to sleep later than 9PM, he thinks if he does it’ll ruin his schedule (which it will) and fuck up his body - he’s seen Miwa screw up hers after she pulled a bunch of all nighters in her third year in high school and has been afraid since.

— The type to forget people were coming over and come out of his room shirtless asking for his clean underwear.

— His sister forced him to let her cut and style his hair which led to many questionable hairstyles. Tsukishima is genuinely so grateful to Miwa, especially when she was first starting - he’s got some pictures of Tobio with the shortest most embarrassing bangs ever saved in his phone in a file for blackmail if the need for it ever presented itself.

— Likes pissing people off on purpose sometimes, during one of the training camps he probably walked into the bath with socks on and was made fun of but out of spite he just… never took them off. Said he’d done it on purpose and all too. Tanaka cried out of fear for like a hot minute when he saw him standing under the shower with Iron Man socks on.

— He’s so petty too, if you make fun of him for messing up he’ll remember until you embarrass yourself to make fun of you. And when I say he remembers, I mean it - he can’t for his life remember when to use make and do in english but he remembers when Hinata made fun of him for wearing different socks back on their first year and yes he will bring it up on their second year when he did the same thing what are you going to do about it?

— Probably got scouted for a modeling agency once and began running away because he thought they were trying to kidnap him.

— If he had Tiktok… he would’ve gone viral after posting a video of him practicing, he posted for a while for fun and to flex on people that he was hot but then he saw a comment saying they wanted to drink his milk under a video of him drinking milk and he deleted his account, he can’t buy from that brand for a while.

— He’s got a video of a gorilla walking in two legs saved on his phone for when he’s feeling down and watches it whenever he’s not going well. People think he’s texting his S/O but no, he’s just watching a gorilla walk like minecraft Steve.

— He can’t pose for pictures to save his life, his default pose is an NPC stance with his arms stiffly hanging down and his eyes wide in surprise, don’t ask him to smile or else he will look like a serial killer.

— He’s got a bit of baby fat on his cheeks that won’t disappear no matter what. It’s become a pre-game ritual to pinch his cheeks. He’s also got dimples you can really only see when he smiles naturally but he doesn’t know and he’d get shy if he knew and try covering his face so don’t tell him, that’s a fact he told me so himself.

— Cannot dance to save his life. He’s so long (?) his limb control is non-existent, it appears in game and vanishes when he steps out of the court. He really just bounces on his heels and moves his arms like a t-rex, don’t ask more of him.

— Buys his clothes one size bigger just in case and Miwa teases him saying he’ll need them when he gets old and fat.

— Gets asked out often but always rejects, then has the audacity to complain he’s never dated anyone like he hasn’t turned down half of the school's population.

— Can’t sing. He’s got a nice speaking voice but ask him to sing and he’s out of tone, out of sync, out of breath, and out of the room in 5 seconds.

— Sugawara joked about having him singing as his alarm clock and Kageyama actually believed him, probably sent him a new recording as a gift after he annoyed him during practice.

— Surprisingly funny when he wants to but most jokes fly over people’s heads since he seems so serious most of the time, it annoys him to no end. Yachi still struggles differentiating when he is and isn’t joking because his tone literally doesn’t change at all and she doesn’t want to offend him.

— When he was younger he liked to collect rocks, not even the pretty ones he’d pick the most average, raggedy rocks off the ground and clean them up and tuck them to bed because he saw Miwa play with her barbies like that. Still owns his first rock, he named it “Johnson” after Dwayne Johnson, aka the rock (he’s had to explain it so many times he’s exhausted).

— Accidentally drank expired milk once and didn’t notice until his stomach began hurting and he thought he became lactose intolerant and he was inconsolable for days until he realized it had expired like a month ago - he went on a milk shopping spree and the milk sales that week saw a 20% rise from the last few months.

— Tobio had bad handwriting until he was in Junior High because his teachers couldn’t understand him and had him practice calligraphy, his handwriting is now one of the prettiest ones in the team and he’s the official inker of the VBC posters (as designated by Goddess Yachi Hitoka herself).

— His biggest fear for a long time was getting eaten by piranhas because he saw it happen so often in cartoon shows he genuinely thought it was going to be a bigger deal than it turned out to be but for like a solid 6 years of his life he avoided suspicions puddles just in case.

— Kageyama has a habit of rolling and unrolling his sleeves when he’s deep in thought, it soon made way to a habit of checking his wrist watch (he absolutely has a wrist watch, you cannot change my mind on that) but not actually reading it.

— His nails are very pretty, like most setters, he takes very good care of them. They’re filed down to a perfect length and he puts oils and creams, his hands in general are so nice. He takes a lot of pride in them, you know his cuticles are pushed back and trimmed and he could absolutely be a hand model. Kags’ hands are calloused, he’s a volleyball player of course they are, but it’s not to the extent of Ushijima or Daichi’s hands.

— Talking about hands, it’s probably one of his favorite features on people. He loves holding hands with his S/O and tracing the wrinkles in their palm, being able to interlock fingers with them and feel the bumps in them.

— Mumbles to himself when in thought too! Very nonsensical if you’re not informed on what he’s thinking about, if he’s thinking about you he’ll mumble your name or something like “pretty eyes”.

— Has a very healthy diet, like extremely healthy and thought out. He won’t eat anything too sugary or that could throw off his body, but he does have cheat days (which are rare but exist). He also doesn’t drink much soda or alcohol (once he’s of age).

— Things like smoking are a big no, he takes so much care of his body he wouldn’t even touch a cigarette or be near a smoking area, lowkey paranoid of ingesting the smoke too.

— When he’s older I can see him having a dog and a cat, the dog would be a big dog; if they stood on two paws it’d be the same height as you, he’d name or something like Tobias and think he was super clever and funny, the cat would probably a small cat he’d name Milk (it probably would be a black cat too but he does not care).

— Probably tried baby formula because he heard it was a substitute for breast milk. No further comments on this.

— I feel like he doesn’t listen to music, but if he had to choose something he’d pick instrumental music - not orchestral music or anything like that - but more of a chill, no deep meaning just guitar and piano track. I could see him listening to Shego Sekito or Joe Hisashi on occasion, he might even listen to some 2000’s pop if he wants something to pump him up during training (he works out to Brittney Spears’ “Womanizer”).

— A cuddle-bug when he’s sleepy, he’ll throw himself across his S/O and not move at all, he just wants to stay there and not move ever again (or at least until he’s not feeling like passing out). He’ll like to wrap himself around them and cuddle their neck, he’ll attach himself to their arm like it’s a lifeline.

— In other words, Kageyama Tobio… b-boyfriend material.

#—🎀 haikyuu!#kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu x reader #tobio x reader #hq #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hc #hq fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #kageyama headcanons #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x you #—✒️ sora’s scripts

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jilljoycearts · 3 years

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About the situation with the previously mentioned reposter, reposts in general, and the fandom. This is mostly about the russian part of the internet, the dark and fearsome place.

This post is very long, so I’m hiding it under the cut.

To sum it all up:

If you see drawings (fanarts) for the game Enderal and for the rest of the SureAI games on the russian social VK, published not by the authors of the drawings or not by their art groups, pages and communities, then they are placed against the will of these very authors.

About the rhetorics (mostly for the Russians that stumble upon this post): what people on VK call repost (share button) is an actual reblogging or retweet. In fact, a repost is re-uploading something not by its owner. Now let's start. The retelling is quite detailed. Also, a warning: although I can retell this whole thing in english from scratch, the post is translated from russian with the help of almighty google. I don't want to bother much with this and spend my energy on it. Most of the mistakes I still fix, but the sentence structure and phrasing might seem weird.

The man (hereinafter "character T"; we do not mention his name because he is only interested in your attention to his person) took under his wing a long-abandoned community (Enderal themed), asking to be a moderator. For several months he was posting stolen drawings (without permission and credits), until his vanity drove him into a trap: with a request of "reblog for reblog" (wanted to promote his own fan-creation) he messaged a small russian community of artists interested in the SureAI games. Naturally, seeing his reposting activities, everyone was utterly indignant. He was incredibly lucky that my drawing was the last one published on the dash of his community. Again, no credit. I left a comment urging him to remove the stolen things and explaining the common truths. To which no one answered, but suddenly a link to my tumblr appeared. I wrote another comment telling to delete again, and again no one answered me. When he had to start talking to me, Character T decided that it was a good idea to load a girl (who was so lucky to know both of us a bit) with the work of a negotiator. I leave it to you to judge the "honor and dignity" of this character and his decision. I scroll forward: he agrees to delete my work, while rolling out a post consisting of articles of the civil code, in which he puts the meaning “I reposted, am reposting and will continue that, because the law allows me”. At the same time, the negotiator girl gets tired of working as his secretary. I already intend to contact him personally, but I find myself in his blacklist. It would seem, "Well, calm down, hedeleted yours." But his intention to repost further stunned everyone. Naturally, the time has come to inform the foreign authors about this chronic stealing.

A new location was unlocked in our amusing adventure: a server of the game developers SureAI on Discord. There, one of the artists from whom he stole called him out, without mentioning the names (yes, the character T was active there, whilst annoying the local inhabitants). He responded after a while, again rolling out his cart of articles on the legality of reposts. He also managed to threaten me personally with something. In general, he was kicked from the server of the developers for lack of culture and propaganda of copyright infringement. Further, another foreign author tried to contact him personally, but in the same way received a cart of laws. In the meantime, the English-speaking part of the fandom artists decided to write an official letter of complaint, attaching all links to posts to be deleted, and listing the authors with whose content the character T is strictly prohibited from interacting in the future. This letter was tried to be sent by a German artist, who specially registered there, but she stumbled upon some tech difficulties. Firstly, she was blocked by the owner of the stealing community, where the character T was appointed as the moderator. Her page was empty, the name was not Russian - he thought it was a bot, I can understand that. She then dropped the complaint letter to the support of VK social itself. Even tried to message the stealing community specifically but another lag made it impossible. (and this was required according to the new "rules" of the character T, according to which it was decided to play. "So that your complaint was considered ..." and so on.)...

Sensing something is wrong, character T made an attempt to contact some Russian-speaking authors himself in the meantime. And they told him the same -- that he steals, and not “shares” for some “purpose”. And here comes an interesting thing: the phrases "well, something needs to be posted to fill the community" and "but I am not on their Facebooks, I found it on Yandex"(that's russian google). That is, our drawings turned out to be just a filler, because something needs to be posted. Searching by image is difficult, but he still has to post! Something. Anything. What for? I have an explanation and an answer to this, but since this is the purpose of the character T - to draw attention to his fan-creation, I will not mention it 👌🏻 Another of his phrases was that due to the increased attention to his community now he HAS to credit the authors 🤦🏻‍♀. In general, he banned the Russian-speaking artist, whom he contacted and received a well-scented bucket’s content on his head (and well-deserved of course).

Now let's return to the official letter of complaint from foreign artists, which never reached the stealing community, and after all it was sent by the Russian-speaking author L. This time the character T was able to read it, but as expected, he refused to remove reposts, said that the artists were arrogant, accused of gatekeeping and again expressed his intention to repost not only without permission, but also against the will of all these fandom authors (38 people). After all, he has a great goal - to popularize games and the universe in the ru-segment.

The same or the next day the owner of the stealing community contacted me (who had previously lost interest, abandoned it, and a year later gave it to the character T). The owner asked what was happening, I explained, and passed on the letter of complaint from foreign artists, which the German artist could not send because he blocked her. That I explained to him too and he unblocked her. No reaction to my explanations abot the character T followed, but we’ll come back to that later.

And now we decided it’s time for our last resort -- we contacted Nicolas (the main screenwriter, the owner of the rights to this universe and the main figure of the fandom as a whole). Here I will digress from the main line and note that interested people have dug out both the provisions of the Berne Convention and the laws of the Russian Federation, which the character T chose to ignore in his activities, hiding behind only those that are convenient for him. Now let's return to Nicolas, who had to take a break from vacation because of this circus. As it turned out, character T, sensing the smoke, came running to him first. But alas, Nicolas was on the side of the authors (who would have thought). As a result, we almost decided that hurray, it helped, because posts with pictures disappeared from the wall of the stealing community, and character T even disappeared from the list of moderators (I will return to the stage with the owner of the community: I assume it was his work). But it was clear that it was too early to celebrate the victory.

Change of location: again the server of the developers on Discord. After the kick of the character T, three days later, a brand-new account appears, which broadcasts about the character T in the third person using Google translate “ if he had not been pressed upon, he would repost peacefully in his community of a thousand subscribers. And now he will attract some audience of a dozen more groups and will repost there too”. Naturally, without direct evidence of the second coming, no one have kicked him yet.

On the same day, the VK support told me that the most effective weapon in our case is the DMCA form. This is inconvenient, but it works. Moreover, the stolen has already been removed from the stealing community.

Then people came across the news - the stealing community advertised a new community of the character T, which was shaped exclusively for reposting other people's drawings (and there were already several works, including mine). The adv post called to support the character T “and his work”. Naturally, in the comments, I and other people urged not to support this. We even managed to explain the situation to some random person. After that the post was deleted. We don't know who deleted the post (still the character T or the community owner).

At this point, I ask Nicolas to message the tharacter T again using the simplest words that reposts cannot be allowed without permission. At all. Even with links attached. Doesn't help because the main now-not-stealing community shares a new post of the new one stealing community again. That is, even the main copyright holder and owner of the entire thing is not a figure of authority for the character T. Summing up -- “I will “popularize” your fandom against your wishes. The laws allow me. "

But after a while, the reblog from the new community is removed from the main one.

And again, the change of location: to the discord of the developers, where the character T himself comes back and writes something (under the new name ofc as his old account is banned). He declares that he will now repost to some huge audience of 300k people (before that there were 200, and even before that 100, yeah), he is outraged by the complaint letter from the authors with the ban on reposting, he will deliberately not credit, and also he wants to reupload my fanfiction somewhere. After that, he was kicked again 🥾.

Naturally, the entire audience is shocked, the character T literally became famous and crowned himself with a clown wig in just a few days, and now the entire fandom and the informed ru-segment hates him. The retelling is over.

Almost. Now I thank google translate for the help above and I'm gonna retell even more without it as this information is rather new. He wrote his own “explanation post”, where he somehow found relevant addressing the sexuality of one of the authors who called him out, called Nico indifferent and passive regarding this situation, insulted literally everyone but him, the white knight, whom we all should be grateful to for his will of promoting our content. I facepalm very hard. And he reposts art to some small communities but no one gives a shit (surprisingly so, huh?). He adds the links to the authors. Now I don’t want to give him any attention anymore, I have some work to get done.

Here comes the part about the and for community itself (google translate helps me again):

For the artists:

For the people registered in VK there is a "Nemesis" algorithm (dropdown - report - copied content). It will want a link to the previously published content on the VK as a primary source. Its effectiveness is still in question, but if someone tried it, then share your experience. For the rest, there is a dmca form that wants passport data (the only one I know of that asks for it), which I personally do not want to share, but in general... It's up to you to decide. Advice: Include readable text with @ of your page, community or yourself in your watermarks. Thus, an adequate person will always see where to go for the primary source.

For the readers/viewers:

Fandom existence is based on respect for other people's work. This work is the reason fandoms exist. If you like the drawing, then praise the author, support them in accessible ways (like - comment - subscribe - send a link to a friend(reblog the thing) - give some moneyz). People will be pleased, honestly. And if you disagree with something or you go "Ew" for other reasons, then just walk by. This is, in fact, all that you can do. If you have ambitions, ideas and “I need to fill my dead community with something” (you are considering taking the author's drawing and placing it somewhere yourself), then you ask for permission and accept any answer. There is no other way. Otherwise it's a violation of the law.

Why reposts (= re-uploads) are harmful I think there's no need to mention, but still:

First of all, it drives away traffic from the authors. It doesn't matter if fanart can be monetized or not (spoiler alert: it can). Example: If a figurative reposter hadn't taken away figurative content, then a potential viewer interested in this content would go to search for it himself. And would have found it posted by the author. And then it is already possible to take a closer look at the other work as a whole, and even give the author money so that they draw something personalized for this viewer personally. That’s an example. It seems to be clear. Artists on the Internet care about their traffic, which is responsible for audience growth and all subsequent opportunities. This is the basics.

About monetizing fan content.

It depends solely on the developers / authors of games and books (original owners of all rights). Sometimes the ban on monetization hangs for some time after the release of the game (as was the case with Hades), sometimes you can sell keychains / posters / whatever with fanarts on them right away. And sometimes you can't, everything is individual here. Again, I think it is clear that if a viewer finds the original image posted by the author themselves, then this viewer has more chances to buy merch with this image. After all, the author will definitely add that the drawing is available as a merch. Reposter -- never. He does not know that, he found it on Yandex/Google.

Specifically about me and my community:

You know that my main audience are not russians. I have already abandoned my russian community once. Would I want to disappear from there again? So far, there is no such desire. People I have there are nice and friendly, despite the small number. How much do I really care about reposts of drawings on an objectively dying or already dead fandom? I'll leave it to you to decide. I have been here since the 2016-17, with me the fan activity started, and with me it will end. Everyone who is interested in SureAI games knows me. And although I have the permission from the devs to monetize fanart and fan content in general, it is obvious that $20 from posters and magnets every few months is not my motivation. I am here because I love the game universe and its characters. I make my own thing, quietly rejoicing, and I don't look around much. Reposts are evil on a different level, and not on this one. Does T's intention of re-uploading my fanfiction or even rewriting it somehow thrills me? I don’t care at all. Let him read a well edited and thought-through text for once. But I doubt it will help a little.

In general:

My subscribers / readers / followers know where to look for my updates. A thinking person that sees a repost will go and find the author themselves. Be it pictures that they see, text or something else. Those people who don't think are obviously not interesting for me as an audience. Other authors share this position.

Finally, end of this text. It has taken me 4 hours to write this all in russian, maybe another one to edit the google output and add more things AND almost one week of my time to deal with this all (and don’t forget other authors involved, they spent a shitload of time on it too). From now on my position is “time is money” and if the character T resurfaces he’ll have to pay me for the attention he seeks, lol

#enderal #sureai #art theft #reposters #5 pages on google docs #goddamnit #nehrim

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parkerlyn · 4 years

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Rantipole for Magesmith please :)

Combined these two because it was the perfect follow up to (tw:death mention) the last drabble 👀 and also got a little long aslddjdk.

Thank you for the prompts! ❤️

Rantipole: a wild reckless sometimes quarrelsome person, characterized by a wild unruly manner or attitude

Abluvion: that which is washed off

from this prompt list

(tw: alcohol/substance abuse, blood/wound mention)

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The Healer had started to get used to these random appearances, but the feeling that they were getting used to them was what made them worry the most.

"What did you do."

"You should see the others. I look peachy compared to them."

Dirt dusted on dark auburn hair and slurred speech lengthening each word. Waver in their stance and a swelling starting near their left eye.

Whatever self-consciousness the Healer felt on answering the door in their sleep clothes disappears without a trace.

"Where's your arm."

"Broke it on someone's face. S'fine it was a cheap one."

"Its 3 in the morning-"

"-and I'm bleeding. Heal me?"

To emphasize their point, the Apprentice reaches across their torso to grip at their shirt with a bleary smile, lifting the edge to show off a - oh that is a bit more blood than expected.

"Arids curse," they groan. "-come on, hurry up. So help me if you knock over-" The Healer's words are interrupted with a friendly pat to the cheek as the brunette laughs and maneuvers past them into their home, left shoulder hugging the doorframe to forcefully straighten their step.

They stumble hand first onto the cot by the wall and turn with a few more grunts and thuds until they're situated with their back against the wood, chest heaving as the alcohol ups the pace of their heart. Amid the chaos, the Healer wipes as much sleep as they can from their eyes, collecting a few tools and bandages.

A rip sounds from where the Apprentice sits and the Healer sighs as they turn, finding their patient's shirt shredded along the previously smaller tear to expose the furious slice against their side. They look up, the picture of innocence, to find the Healer staring in frustration.

"What? I'm helping."

"Do me a favor and stop."

"Can I have the-...the pain stop plant?"

"You've got enough alcohol running in your blood to drag your bleeding ass here, I'm not wasting them on you," the Healer snaps as their friend (questionable) blows a dramatic huff.

A tense silence strains between the two as the Healer presses a soaked cloth against the bloodied wound, wiping what they can before they hover their fingers across the skin. The Apprentice squirms and grimaces just slightly as the magic takes hold, further cleansing the blood and drawing out anything else that doesn't belong in the body. The Healer’s fingers spin a fine thread of dirt and bits of cloth that weaves between their knuckles, trying to coax the blood back behind the broken skin.

Dull knocking of skull against wall accompanies a yelp as the Healer holds the Apprentice in place, magic threading through their skin and muscle.

"What did you do this time? Stole something? Slept with someone's partner? Picked a fight just for fun?" The questions come out more venomous than they initially intend, but the Healer tries to justify that it's necessary to distract them. Even if a part of them doesn't think they're being scathing enough. "All three?"

The Apprentice remains surprisingly quiet, letting the wall embrace the back of their head as they stare across the room. Whether it's the headache creeping in or the shame, the Healer isn't sure.

With no response, they just shake their head, merging the pale flesh again as best they can with approximately 4 hours of sleep and not enough energy to fully heal it. Their fingers clench inward as the skin resists reforming, the dregs of their magic drawing on empty.

“Hold this, no- don’t eat it, nevermind, Sanctin help me,” the Healer grabs the bundle back out of the wobbling hand they’ve just placed it in, deciding instead to hold the gauze between their lips.

A few tedious minutes later, a salve and bandage are applied. The Healer stands to grab water and wipe the blood from their hands, focusing their attention on the methodic movement as they stew in the quiet lull.

"I don't have enough magic, had to use a lot today. Sleep here tonight and I'll finish it in the morning-"

The Apprentice whistles and laughs. "You are the sweetest, you know that?"

"-and find another Healer next time."

The statement takes a few extra moments to register.

"What?"

"I'm not healing you anymore while you do this." The Healer waves a hand to motion to the entirety of the Apprentice. "Whatever this is."

"Oh, fuck off." Friendly veil drops instantly at the hissed words, and they let them fester in the air while the Healer stands in silence. When they don't take the bait, the Apprentice's anger flares. "Sorry grief looks so much better on you. We can't all just fucking ignore everything."

"You're right, self-destructing is definitely the way to go." Voice rising, the Healer takes in a breath to try and meter themself.

"It's better than you, just swerving it and pretending like-"

"Finish that sentence-" the name comes out in a raised fury, and the Apprentice widens their eyes. "-and I'll punch you straight in the mouth, injured or not, I promise."

Blazing gold eyes lock with brown as the Apprentice levels the Healer with an equally spiteful glare, the hand over their fresh bandages a reminder that they wouldn't stand a chance at a confrontation anyway.

The fire crackles.

An unspoken, but uncomfortable truce lands as the Apprentice looks away, this time the shame evident in the hunch of their shoulders and the scrunch of their nose. Another sigh filters out from the Healer as they grab a small bottle with viscous silver liquid and place it firmly on the table, trying to hide their own growing guilt.

"Take this if you want to sober up. Might make you puke depending on how much you drank." They move a bucket over to accompany the potion. "And go apologize to the Magesmith tomorrow after you get your shit together. Or else stop calling yourself an Apprentice, everyone knows it's one argument away from being false anyway."

Regret already brewing in the Healer's mind, they shake it away and storm around the room, collecting a spare blanket and pillow for the cot and throwing them haphazardly towards the other person before readying themself to go upstairs.

"...'m sorry."

The voice is quiet, weak, and another flame snaps in the hearth. The Healer places a hand on the stairway banister and keeps their eyes upward, searching for what to say despite the simple response laid in front of them.

But it's the simplicity between them that speaks the most.

"...yeah. I'm sorry too."

There's a hum as a vial pops open, the cork spit from between teeth a moment later. "Still a little shit though."

"Pot meet kettle. Have fun with the hangover."

"Asshole."

#alcohol mention #alcohol tw #angst #cursing #the magesmith #the healer #ro lore #drabbles #shorts

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 36

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Venom + reader = symbiote. More canon typical violence and mentioned cannibalism (Venom eats bad guys). Some angst at the end - reader really went behind the Avengers' backs, huh? But it's gonna be okay.

Is this how babies feel in the uterus? The darkness was nearly impenetrable but at the same time comforting and warm. It wasn't dry and it wasn't wet; it just was. I was floating in weightless space, subtly feeling the echos of a battle, hearing the sounds of struggle as if I was underwater.

"MORSEL, I WILL CONSUME THESE HUMANS. IT MIGHT FEEL SLIGHTLY UNPLEASANT." Venom's voice seemed to reverb in my skull, bringing my awareness to us. We. We are Venom.

"Don't eat Cabre, he's been possessed. Put him out if you can, but don't hurt yourself. I have very little information about this demon thing," I said - well, I thought, hoping Venom would hear me. A possessed enhanced mutant person was bad but a possessed carnivorous symbiote was nightmare fuel. I also didn't want Venom to hurt themselves; the sonic gun looked painful enough already.

I felt rather than heard the agreement coming from Venom; for a brief moment, the three of us were Venom as the symbiote entered Cabre's body to alter his chemicals. The sensation was foreign, unpleasant, and I shuddered at the violation. The sense of comfort that came once Venom returned fully to me was inexplicable. I began to understand why Eddie didn't want to part with Venom; the symbiote's continued presence felt quite comforting.

Very similar to how I felt when I sat with Tony, him inside of me, for hours, with our bodies joined and minds working in quiet agreement.

"HUMAN MATING RITUALS ARE BIZARRE," Venom sounded baffled and slightly disgusted. "AND THEY ARE NOTHING LIKE A PERFECT SYMBIOSIS. PLEASE DO NOT COMPARE YOUR PRIMITIVE URGES TO OUR SYMBIOSIS."

I gasped inwardly, doing my best to distract myself from the crunching and wet noises that managed to break Venom's barrier. "Would you rather I barf inside of you?" I snarked, giving into the urge to roll my eyes. Not the time to be picky-choosy, Chtulhu.

"YOU DO NOT WANT TO WASTE PRECIOUS ENERGY RIGHT NOW. WE STILL HAVE A LOT TO CONSUME AND I WILL NEED TO REPAIR EDDIE." The symbiote announced patiently, a sense of deep longing beginning to seep into our bond at the mention of my uncle's name.

The points Venom raised were valid and I was as eager to be Just Me as Venom craved to reunite with Eddie; I receded, racking my brain for something to focus on to be able to ignore the cannibalistic experience and not "waste precious energy". "I have a subdermal tracker installed, tap it three times to activate it if you need backup," Belatedly, I remembered about my cyborg experiment.

Venom appeared to contemplate it. "NOT NOW. THIS BATTLE IS NOT VERY HARD." They finally concluded as a particularly piercing scream echoed in my ears. "YOUR MATES WILL BE ANGRY IF THEY FIND OUT. WE CAN MAKE SURE THEY DO NOT FIND OUT."

As surprised as I was at the extended courtesy, I had to face myself and my lies sooner or later anyways. "We'll tell them anyways. I'll take the blame, you play dumb together with Eddie. Consider it a trade," If I could, I would be rubbing my face right now. "I took you out to an all-you-can-eat human buffet, you took me out to take care of a problem. We're even."

Venom snorted as I felt the random crunching and squelching noises slowly begin to quiet down. "FUNNY MORSEL," I assumed it was a compliment as the feelings that leaked through the bond were actually quite fond. "THE OTHER MORSELS SHOULD BE GRATEFUL. WE WILL BRING POSSESSED HUMAN TO THEIR DOORSTEP. WE DID THE JOB FOR THEM." However, it was obvious the kind feelings didn't quite extend to SHIELD or the Avengers. I struggled to comprehend how Venom planned to take all three of us to the tower anyway, with both Cabre and Eddie being out of commission and me currently being, well, Venom.

I needn't have worried, however. There was a slight pressure on one of my shoulders followed by a brief, ten-minute strange sensation of flying, the added weightlessness making me drowsy in the darkness of Venom's fluid body. As soon as it stopped I heard voices that seemed faintly familiar - names that I recognized, but not quite sure from where.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The yelling reached my ears through the layers of symbiote, making me cringe. Tony's piercing shriek of shock hurt.

"Could you please not be so loud, it fuckin' hurts," I moaned without a thought, hastily shutting up when the voice that spoke my words roared.

"Pri... Princess?" I heard glass shatter; focusing my eyes was hard and the field of view was funky to say the least; I towered over Tony's shaking form by at least good few feet. Subconsciously, I felt the need to taste the air - my engineer boyfriend recoiled at the same time I realized I had stuck out my-Venom's-our tongue, feeling the familiar salt and musk as if I just straight up licked Tony from head to toe.

"Believe me, this is just as weird for me," I spoke, trying to control my and Venom's combined limbs. Deeply inside my brain, I swear I felt the symbiote's snickering. "Venom, can you unattach yourself from me? Please?" I begged, absolutely hating Tony's expression of fear and confusion.

"WE HAVE TO DIGEST FIRST," The symbiote replied unapologetically but took control over the limbs, carelessly dropping Cabre at Tony's feet. "YOUR MERCENARY. SAME-DAY DELIVERY, NO RETURNS," We grinned together. I had felt Venom rummaging my brain for an appropriate joke and supplied it myself. The adrenaline rush arrived late, something I suspect was Venom's handiwork, and I basked in the sudden influx of joy and exhilaration.

Tony slowly slid down the wall, landing ungracefully on his ass, staring straight up with unblinking eyes. "Friday, please assemble the Avengers. And make Bruce bring me booze, please," I've never heard Tony this dejected.

I, on the other hand, was feeling really strange. Joyful one moment and confused the next, I let Venom handle most of the business as my mind faded in and out of focus, limbs growing heavy with each breath that I took. Or I didn't? Panic set in when I realized I couldn't breathe, couldn't inhale.

"CALM DOWN, MORSEL. I AM SUPPLYING YOU WITH THE OXYGEN," Venom's voice interrupted my panic attack as I once again was deposited in the calm, comfortable darkness. "SHE IS FINE. SYMBIOSIS CAN BE STRESSFUL FOR FIRST TIME HOSTS. I WILL GLADLY RETURN TO EDDIE AS SOON AS THE CHEMICALS IN OUR SYSTEM ALLOW ME TO SAFELY WITHDRAW." I heard more voices and I assume Venom calming down the newly arrived Avengers. My mind was still murky, like when Venom dulled it on purpose when they were eating people. Eating people. "I SUGGEST YOU PREPARE A WASTE BIN. MORSEL WILL MOST LIKELY FEEL SICK."

Oh boy, did I feel sick! As soon as Venom retracted back into my skin, I hurled, Steve catching the most of it by pushing a large bucket right in my face whilst Bruce gently rubbed my back. I avoided looking at the contents even though I consciously knew that there wasn't much more than water and bile, having previously felt first-hand exactly how Venom digested their food.

"I'm a dumbass, please put me out of my misery," The words were spoken seriously. Physically, I felt the best I've ever had: aches and pains I had gotten used disappeared and my body felt invigorated. Mentally, however, I felt drained, confused and so, so alone in my skin. As if my brain itched. Someone was talking and I heard none of it.

"Shh, come here, come here," Eddie's voice was drowsy as his arms wrapped around me, scratching that lonely itch in my brain. I grasped at him, hiding my face in his chest, missing most of what was being said. "Yeah, it's not exactly painful, more like... You feel not whole for a few hours after you separate. Not the best feeling, especially if the separation was forced," His voice bore the same pain I seemed to be experiencing at the moment. So alone in my skin.

Another large palm landed on my back as I sighed in contentment. "I'll take her. Do you guys need something?" Bruce's voice reached my ears, my brain finally agreeing to recognise human speech.

"A shower and some chocolate would be great, thank you," Eddie's voice receded further and further away as I freely, finally fell into Bruce's embrace.

"I warned you, Tony," Natasha spoke softly, coming over to brush my hair out of my face. I opened my eyes to see most of the team wearing identical looks of astonishment and worry, their eyes focused on me. Natasha was the only one who had respect clearly written on her face. "C'mon, let's go sit down so you can tell us what happened."

I avoided their eyes, fitfully clutching Bruce's arm as all of us sat down on the couch in a pile of superheroes. I guess I could be counted as one too, after the stunt I'd pulled. The mercenary was nowhere to be seen; Bucky's shirt bore bloodstains so I assumed he took the man to the underground levels where he and Natasha kept a few cells for off-the-record interrogations.

"So?" Tony's voice was hard; he avoided my face, too.

"Planned a plan. Executed the plan. It mostly worked, except the merc was possessed, too. He took out Eddie, I volunteered as a host. We ate the croonies," I stuttered slightly, fighting with myself to call the things by their names without having to throw up. "Grabbed the merc, grabbed Eddie and went home." I stared straight ahead, only partially aware of Bruce's disappointed sigh behind me.

"And it never crossed your mind that you shouldn't be doing this? All this hiding, this lying?" Tony asked, finally settling his hard stare on me. "There are professionals already working on this. It's not your job." His words were harsh but truthful.

Only this truth didn't sit well with me. I'd been monitored for years; there were too many secrets kept from me, too many what-ifs hung over my head. It was made worse by the uncertainty: did Tony know? Did Natasha know? Who else was hiding the fact that there had been a target on my back all along?

"Isn't it?" Anger began to creep in. I shrugged off Bruce's arm. "Isn't it my job to know your little organisation has been onto my ass for years? Isn't it my job to know I would have ended up in that position anyways, considering the fact that at least one hostile mutant gang wanted me to help them take over the world?" I stood up, interlocking my hands behind my back to conceal the shaking fingers. "Isn't it may fucking job to make sure that someone does something about the fact that my family is going crazy from helplessness?" I finished, looking directly at Tony. I hated seeing him recoil but some things needed to be said. "If you expected me to sit and do nothing while this bullshit is happening, you do not know me. At all."

"Years?" Barton interrupted in confusion. "I didn't even know you existed until Peter brought you over."

"Yes, Bird, years," I began to pace in agitation. "Apparently, many people think I'm much smarter than I am. I'm sure Cabre will be happy to tell you all about it," I sneered, stopping in front of the window to look at the dim, sleeping city. "Everybody seems to know about me more than I know about myself. I'm sick and I'm tired of people telling me what to do."

The silence behind me was telling. Maybe they really didn't know or maybe they just didn't really care. I wasn't naïve, I didn't expect gratitude for doing what I did but understanding would have been nice. Paradoxically, Venom's attitude was the most humane out of the whole gang. I hated being disappointed in people but ultimately, their safety and happiness was much more important than my feelings. They gave me a family - even if it was for a brief moment - and I owed them for it.

"Princess," Stephen's voice returned me back to reality. "We do not blame you. At least, I do not. We just want to know why didn't you trust us to help you," He pleaded quietly.

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's the fact you still consider me a child, some wilting flower. And perhaps, sometimes I act carefree," I inspected their reflection in the darkness of the glass pane. "But the truth is, I do not forget and I rarely forgive. And I definitely do not appreciate some random motherfucker messing around with people that I love," As soon as those words left my mouth, the heaviness from my shoulders disappeared. "And I don't regret it. I will burn down everything and everyone if I have even the slightest chance to protect what's mine."

A sharp intake of breath, someone choking on a sob. I closed my eyes, not ready to see the disappointed faces of my family - in moments like these, their heroic nature on stark display, I realized how much I did not fit amongst the do-gooders. The work I did was forever going to be the ungrateful kind; that much I've known forever but it didn't make facing that fact any less hard.

Soft, feminine hand landed on my shoulder as Natasha's perfume invaded my personal space. "I'm proud of you," The spy said quietly, wrapping the arm around my shoulders. "You did everything we couldn't do. That's a big deal if you ask me."

"And just like that, we're supposed to be okay with... This?" Steve's voice sounded exhausted.

"Yes," Bucky replied darkly. "If it was me in that place, you would have done the same. Oh wait," His tone turned sarcastic. "You did do the same. So, shut up, punk. We're lucky bastards if we have a person like that on our side."

I expected tears but none came. I felt nothing but relief, painful, as if I had spent weeks and weeks cramped up in a small space, unable to freely move and breathe.

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cherripeach · 4 years

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Chapter 3

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is "I have the power of god and anime on my side, don't mess with me," and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 6-7: i’m washing me and my clothes

Chapter Summary: You have concluded that the headmaster and the cat are the same person.

Warning: jokes about death, curse words

Words: 2.3k

Relationships: Developing twst x reader

After you ordered around Grim, who surprisingly listens a little more than expected, the ghosts disappeared. Nothing was left in the hallway of their presence besides some curtains on fire and more broken pieces of floor. Neither Grim nor the ghosts were going to ever help you with the state of this dorm. Reduced to silence, Grim froze once the ghosts left gathering his thoughts until he finally muttered, “E-eh? We..won?”

“It seems like it dude. Congrats!” You placed your hand on his head and shook your hand, hoping to present to him your feelings. He might be a little bit of a disaster, but isn’t everyone?

“Ha-hee.. That was scar… No, I wasn't scared at all!” Grim puffed up his shoulders and tilted his head up, “This is nothing for the Great Grim! How 'bout that that, ghosts? You done?” The cat even turned to the direction where the ghosts left and blew raspberries at where they used to be them and laugh at them. You wonder how much more like a child the cat can act.

His laughter rang in your ears until the doors to the lounge behind you were slammed open by none other than the mysterious headmaster who totally knows how to run a school and take care of high schoolers.

The headmaster gazed at you while you were looking your worst and decided that he could never be better, “Good evening. I have graciously brought you supper.” That is until he caught the cat out of the corner of his eye. “You're the monster that ran amuck during the entrance ceremony! I threw out of the school, what are you doing here?” the headmaster began to point his finger at the cat just like the cat was pointing his fingers at the ghosts. You have concluded from watching both interact with others that both are indeed children and will never know how to function in the real world.

Grim sucks at reading the room almost as much as you do, “Hmph! I exterminated the ghost problem! Be grateful!” The cat folded his arms over each other to appear larger and by puffing out his chest like a weird jock.

The headmaster’s eyes focused on you while his hand came up and did a little “explain” motion. So you did. You told him about how the cat got into the dorm and how the ghosts who seemed familiar were hunted down by the fire breath cat(you really do not know where the fire comes from). The headmaster just nodded along to your entire speech until the end where the nodding ceased and he turned to face both you and the cat.

“Now that you mention it, there were some prankster ghosts living here so students kept away from this dormitory. And that's why it is now empty. I'd forgotten that. However, hmmmm...For you two to work together to get rid of them.” He actually was more confused than you in this situation and you take that as the biggest win you have received today.

Grim was not a fan of the headmaster at all, “I'm not gonna overlook that "together" comment. They were just standing there watching. I just did this because they begged for the Great Grim the Magician to take pity on them.” he even placed his hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

“I'd like the two of you to show me how you exterminated those ghosts.” The headmaster had a plan from what you have seen and it does not want to benefit you.

“But we already gotten rid of all the ghosts! Before that: I deserve. Tuna.” The cat also had a plan.

Neither were backing down so you just went with it, and when the headmaster changed to a ghost you went with it, and when Grim protested about the entire situation, you looked at him and said that you might as well go with it to save both of your asses’s.

So you did. Grim battled the headmaster the same way he battled the ghosts until the headmaster’s ghost form changed back to his regular form. The regular form gave off the impression that he was in deep thought over something.

Even when Grim screamed, “How ‘bout that!” the headmaster did not pay attention or flinch.

The headmaster finally out of his daze turned to both of you with a speech, “I can't believe... There is a person who can command monsters.Hmmm.. Actually, my teacher's senses were telling me since the uproar during the entrance ceremony..that you have talent as an animal or wild beast trainer.But... no matter how …” The teacher even mumbled to himself more at the end of the speech.

You decided that maybe having the idiot of a cat around might offer some help if you did not want to stay in a hazardous dorm with few lights in a place you have never been to with a also huge disadvantage because of your lack of magic all by yourself, so you inquired, “Let’s say perhaps the cat can stay? I don’t know if I can.. Um make it alone here..” You muttered the next phrase hoping to not offend the headmaster in front of you, “Y’know as much as I want to die.. This is not the way I want to go out.” And you just made eye contact with him and smiled as politely as you could to someone who gives you bad vibes which probably was not a polite smile to him.

The headmaster agreed with hesitance, and the cat, overjoyed, danced around the room only turning to you every couple of rotations to cheer and wave at you.

The cat did, however, pause his party to hear the rest of the headmaster's speech about how neither of you could live here rent free and had to work and how the school could help because your soul (not the cat’s) was called here for no reason. The end goal was your new job as an handyman or cleaner whichever one he decided for the day. The cat started to throw a fit at the headmaster’s conclusion, but he shut up when you grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

The headmaster chuckled at the sight of a magic-less human controlling a fire breathing beast, but he ended his meeting with you and went on his way soon after.

You placed the cat back on the ground and clapped your hands to wipe any dirt off, and then, you made your way back into the living room only to find a light switch on the right side of the entrance.

Looking at the place covered in light, you assessed your situation and what you could accomplish to still get sleep. You set off soon after: you placed buckets under the leeks and threw away all that could not be fixed. After you finished the lounge you did basically the same for the rest of downstairs and you even found a kitchen where you ate dinner soon after and found a laundry room. Once you discovered and fixed downstairs, you went upstairs and the first room that you found on the right you claimed. You turned on the lights and threw away all that was completely broken. However, you went to the bathroom and found out that the water did not work; of course the idiotic headmaster who never care about this building. He barely cares about anyone but himself.

You decided to finally go to sleep, but you first realized that the cat was passed out on the bed before you could even lay down. You situated yourself right next to him and closed your eyes.

You thought of cake and blankets and Netflix and Disney Plus and Ice Cream and everything else that brought you comfort in this situation.

Nothing could make you fall asleep especially since there was a cat who snored as loud as an elephant next to you. So you got up; since you already explored everything inside, it might be best to go outside. You went downstairs and out through the front door and down all the stairs and out the gate.

Finally out the gate you began exploring this part of campus. Most of the trees and grass on your new patch of land looks dead, but everything else in comparison is taken care of. The rest of the campus is like a fantasy forest from a book or movie; there are not even that many bugs.

You continued to wander around the campus until something odd appeared out of the corner of your eye. From far away it was a blur of gray or maybe silver, and so with as bad as your day has been you went up to it.

While from far away it was just a blur of a color, up close, it was a gorgeous human. He had on this weird hat that you honestly don’t know how it is staying up considering he is passed out against a tree. His outfit was also odd; maybe not as odd as the cult like outfits from before that you were still wearing, but still something you would not see on the normal day. It was a green and black kinda stripper outfit but with the necessary parts of the body hidden. There were also many belts and zippers that made no sense, but nevermind the outfit. The male was gorgeous; he had this eternal beauty that just spoke to you, so why not wake him up.

You stepped closer to the male and even put a hand on his shoulder before he began to stir. “Hey….dude why the hell are you sleeping out here?” You whispered out.

Once you spoke, his eyes began to flutter open like some fairy tale scene, and as he finally opened his eyes and processed everything his eyes shifted to yours. You just waved at him and smiled awkwardly. Confusion spread over his face, and you shifted away and took back your hand.

“Hey, um sorry about that, but it’s not really the best idea to be out here??” You inquired more than you stated.

“I apologize for your concerns, but why are you all the way out here?” The male wanted a testimony from you, and as panicked as you were from social interactions, you did wake him up.

“Sorry dude, I was just exploring. You can get back to sleeping or something.” You rubbed the back of your neck and licked your top lip to make sure it wasn’t chapped.

He pushed up against the tree and stood up all the way; his vibes were immaculate, just like god like. He dusted off his pants and turned to face you; he then bowed and said, “Thank you for your help, but you must also get back.”

“Yeah, yeah, dude I know, but..” You paused because he did not seem like a bad dude, maybe a little serious at first, but maybe you could be friends, so you introduced yourself and continued, “What about you? Or could I just call you sleeping beauty from this encounter?” You laughed at your joke of the movie you watched as a child and grinned at the male.

“I would prefer it if you would call me Silver,” Silver was not the joking type, but you did catch a little smile at your comment.

“Well, Silver, it has been an absolute pleasure,” You emphasized absolute to seem more elegant and even metaphorically took off your hat and bowed to him, “But I think we must both be on our way.” You straightened up and giggled at your act; your eyes drifted off to his face only to see a slightly bigger smile until he caught your gaze.

“Agreed,” He nodded his head at his comment and turned to leave the little forest in the middle of the school. He took a couple of steps when he looked back at you and made a head motion of like ‘come on’ by tilting his head in the direction of where you two were going.

And with that you two were off to you dorms. You tried to ask him a couple of questions to get a conversation starting, but all you could get out of him was that he was a second year, his birthday was May 15, and he was seventeen. He did learn a lot about you because he let you rant about your day and how terrible some of your past classmates are and you even told him about vines. You think he likes you a little. But soon after you inspired him by introducing vines and memes, your dorm was straight ahead of you.

You deflated slightly and pouted before waving at him goodbye. He made sure that you got in your dorm before he left, so you sent him a peace sign once you were inside.

However, when you looked back at him, another figure was there standing next to him having a conversation with him. The figure was much taller with black horns like a sheep or something, but wearing the same outfit. The figure's gaze soon found your gaze, and when you locked eye contact the figure seemed curious but concerned, so you waved at him and smiled as bright as you could. He became more confused, but lightly waved back.

Then, the new figure disappeared in a sheet of green while Silver headed back to school. And so you headed upstairs to get some rest if you could.

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sunmoon-starfactory · 4 years

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Counting Sheep - Sheep Livestock

Yes, they’re finally here after working all the mats from their wool! Sims can now raise and breed sheep for meat, wool, and milk products. Like other livestock sets, they have to be taken car of, will age and die, and even have accidents.

Please see below the cut for details and instructions.

Download - SFS

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REQUIRED SETS:

•Makin' Hay - For Trough Feeding •Fetch Water - For Trough Watering, Fetch Water Rock

Extra Credits and Thanks: TaraTrue, Midgethetree, Fire_flower, rugrat0ne, crowderhead, Sunni, Kativip, Skyrim, Daz3d, Thunderwitch, Lady Lama.

ALL SHEEP... • May be purchased directly from the buy catalog in Hobbies -> Miscellaneous. • Change body position every 15 Sim minutes. Sheep alternate between standing and laying. • Are NOT NPCs, but objects. These will not conflict with Becks animated farm animals and they may also be safely removed from your game at any time. • Live sheep may be raised and sold for profit; Sheep carcasses may be sold for profit or used to stock the refrigerator. • Must be fed and watered daily. There are several food and water options for sheep: Grazing Grass OR Food and Water Troughs. Sheep check the lot each morning for sustenance. If there is no available food and water the animals will become ill. If the troughs are not filled within 12 Sim hours they will die. Sick sheep have no interactions other than "Inspect". All sheep that die of starvation will immediately disappear from the lot and cannot be claimed as food. • Defecate once per day. • Age and eventually die randomly. • May be picked up and placed into personal inventory by teens through elders. • May be stolen by visitors. Advertising is low for Sims with bad moods, mean personality and hunger. Be sure to keep your livestock secure within a locked gate or barn if you do not want them stolen. Stolen livestock cannot be retrieved unless you literally open the thief's inventory and remove the items. • All livestock sheep are slaved to the Ewe. LAMBS • When lambs are born they take their mothers texture. When the lamb "grows up" it will continue to keep it's chosen texture. This makes it easy to create entire herds of the same breed without needing to constantly recolor the animals during their life changes. • Mature in 20 Sim days. • After the first 10 days there is a coin flip for death. This is to account for accidents, illness and predators. If a lamb meets with an untimely demise, a pop up message will appear as the lamb disappears from the lot. • Will autonomously "grow up" and randomly select male or female sex at that point. • Interactions include: - Talk to Lamb = Children Only; Non-Autonomous; Increases fun and social motives - View Lamb = Teen through elder; Non-Autonomous; Increases fun and social motives - Slaughter Lamb = Automatically places a lamb carcass into Sim's personal inventory (or business owner); teen through elder. RAMS • Interactions include: - Talk to Ram = Children only; Non-Autonomous; Increases social and fun motives - Praise Ram = Teens through Elder; Non-Autonomous; Increases social and fun motives - Inspect Ram = Sims can evaluate the ram to determine its quality. Unless a ram is sick from starvation it will be in good condition. Non-Autonomous; teen through elder. - Slaughter Ram = Automatically places a sheep carcass into Sim's personal inventory (or business owner); teen through elder. • Every 20 Sim days will be a random coin flip for death. EWES • Will not lactate until they've delivered a lamb. • Have a 50% chance of pregnancy each day when a ram is present on the lot. • Pregnancy lasts 15 Sim days. • Ewes give birth to a random number of lambs between 1 to 2 at a time. These will automatically appear around the mother along with a pop-up message that lambs have arrived. • Ewes can get pregnant while they are already lactating from their previous pregnancy, although the chance is lower. Lactation lasts for 20 Sim days. If a ewe fails to become pregnant while lactating, she will become dry again. • Same Interactions as Rams except: - Ewes cannot be slaughtered during pregnancy. - Inspecting a Ewe will tell you if she is currently pregnant or not. - Ewes can be milked once daily when lactating by teens through elders. A Milk Can will automatically be placed into the Sim's personal or business inventory. FORCE OPTIONS If you don't want to wait for your sheep to autonomously mate, get pregnant, have offspring, grow up and die, you can select to use the "Force" options on the pie menu. These will immediately cause the following to happen: - Have a Lamb - Grow Up Lamb - Die - Milk Ewe RECOLORS Both the sheep bodies and wool can be recolored independently from each other when you're choosing it from the catalog. Recolors should keep through generations.

FOOD & WATER OPTIONS

GRAZING GRASS

Available in 3 styles to be placed in your paddocks. This 4x4 tiled grass patch is animated. Each day a little disappears and then grows back at the beginning of the next season. Grazing Grass is functional from Spring through Fall and goes dormant in the winter (totally disappears). If you use Grazing Grass somewhere on your lot, then you won't need to feed your livestock with hay in the troughs separately each day until winter. You can select all 3 styles, but you just need any ONE on the lot to feed the livestock. Grazing Grass is included with this set.

FETCH WATER ROCK

Placing this rock next to a body of water will fulfill the livestock's water needs spring through fall seasons.

FOOD & WATER TROUGHS

While you can choose to use the troughs year round, it is especially vital to keep them filled during the winter season when grass is dormant and lakes or ponds are frozen.

• 1 bale of Hay is required to fill the food trough

• 1 bucket of Water is required to fill the water trough

• Food trough is slaved to the water trough and there are 5 included wood textures.

• Every 36 hours the troughs need to be filled.

• Children through elders can autonomously fill the troughs if the required items are in their personal inventory.

AUTONOMOUS FEEDING

Sims that carry the Empty Bucket in their personal inventory will autonomously fill the water trough, while Sims that carry the Pitchfork in their personal inventory will autonomously fill the food trough. In a Sim owned business the required hay and water will be deducted from the owner's inventory.

PRODUCTS SHEEP AND LAMB CARCASS All slaughtered adult sheep use the same carcass in inventory which has several recolors.The carcass can be used to stock the fridge, sold for profit or used in the butcher station. All slaughtered lambs drop a carcass that is slaved to the adult carcass. WOOL Adult sheep placed in Spring or Summer will not have their wool coats. They will grow wool in autumn and keep it all the way through spring. During spring only, the adult sheep can be shorn for a bag of wool only once. They may be sheared even if they become sickly. Shearing is not an available action in Summer/Fall/Winter, even if you failed to shear in Spring. MILK CAN An animal specific milk can is placed into the Sim's personal (or business owners) inventory when the animal is milked. The milk can does not spoil, so it can be stored or sold for profit. Recolors of the milk can are included.There is a pie menu on the milk can that offers two options: Separate Milk & Cream or Serve Milk. SEPARATE MILK & CREAM Opting to separate the milk from the cream provides the user with two non-specific animal items that can be used to stock the fridge or sold for profit. You will need the Jar of Cream for making BUTTER, while the Milk Bottle will be needed for various BAKING stations. Recolors of the jar and bottle are included. SERVE MILK This option allows the user to select one of 5 milk pitchers that provides an 8-serving edible milk meal. Sims can sit, chat and drink their milk while it boosts their hunger and energy motives. When a Sim is finished with their drink they will take the cup to a sink and wash it. Each pitcher has several included recolors. Cups are slaved to the pitcher and will match the texture when a Sim grabs a drink. The Retro and Modern "pitchers" both use a clear glass cup.

AUTONOMOUS MILKING Sims that carry the empty Milk Pail in their inventory will autonomously milk the ewe when she's ready. Purchase the pail in the buy catalog under Hobbies->Miscellaneous. AUTONOMOUS SHEARING Sims that carry Shears in their inventory will autonomously shear adult sheep in the Spring. Purchase the shears in the buy catalog under Hobbies->Miscellaneous, or from the local Metalsmith. DUNG COLLECTION & REMOVAL • Children through elders can non-autonomously rake up dung = dispose of it • Children through elders can non-autonomously collect dung. • If a Sim has a Slop Bucket in their inventory then they will autonomously collect dung. • If a Sim has a Dung Rake in their inventory then they will autonomously dispose of dung. • You can have both slop buckets and dung rakes in a Sim's inventory and they will randomly choose which action to perform autonomously. If you only want them to either collect or dispose then only place the corresponding tool into their inventory. • If no one collects or disposes of dung within 36 hours it will disappear from the lot on its own. • Purchase Rakes and Buckets in the buy catalog under Hobbies->Miscellaneous

LITTLE TOUCHES

• All items visible in hood view • Most items found in the buy catalog under Hobbies -> Miscellaneous • Grass Patches can be found in the build catalog under Gardening -> Garden • Exception the carcasses and milk products are not purchasable from the catalog. • Most items in this set may be recolored including sheep, troughs and milk products. •Collection file included •Compressorized DUPLICATE FILES •All Milk Files - These are the same that exist in any previous Livestock set and has not been changed save for renamed. You may delete the whole folder if you have a previous set. • Grazing Grass Files - These are also teh same files that exist in all other Livestock sets. No changes at all, not even in name. Whole folder may be deleted. • Inventory Tools: Pitchfork, Dung Rake - These are the updated version found in the Metalsmith set. If you've updated to those files, you don't need any here.

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pinetreesandtea · 4 years

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Random Thoughts #2

Several times a year, Coruscant holds festivals. The majority of them are usually food, party, dance and welcoming festivals. However, Twice a year, they hold Cultural Festival that celebrates all cultures and species. And it’s big.

The Jedi take part and usually have surprise performances

The Clones also attend

The festival lasts a week

During the first two days,they have parades

Each culture/species have a float/performance

In the evening, hundreds upon hundreds of stalls open

Sooo much diversity

There isn’t much crime during the festival, half of the food stands hand out freebies. Criminals usually take this time to celebrate

So which means the Coruscant Guard get to slack off and enjoy the festival

Fox looks forward to the festival

During the afternoon, he usually dozes off by a fountain

Strangers and Children alike put flower crowns and plants on him lol

One year, Ahsoka and Mama Ti decide to perform a traditional togruta dance. I’d imagine that Togruta dance involves lots of flexibility in the hips, like the traditional Tahitian dance.

Anakin thinks the dance is inappropriate

It’s not

Another possibility is that Traditional Togruta dance is basically like Capoeira (An Afro-Brazilian martial art but also a dance)

Every year on the last night of the festival, a mysterious Jazz band performs.

It’s a mystery on who the musicians are

There’s conspiracy theories and bets over the band

The band only appears on the last night each year

Never seen for the rest of the year

Obi-Wan is at each performance

The band is oddly familiar to him

The lead singer looks like Mace Windu, but with a bowler hat?

The Person who plays double bass Is very short, oddly the same size as Yoda

The drummer is a Togruta, but Obi-Wan doesn’t want to assume its Shaak Ti since she’s Togruta

The pianist has oddly similar fingers to Plo Koon, but Obi-Wan thinks he isn’t able to play piano with the little amount of fingers

A Nautolan plays the trumpet, but he’s blue?

The Sax player sorta looks like Quinlan Vos, but their hair appears to be blonde?

The Trombonist oddly also looks like Adi Gallia

The musician who alternates between Clarinet and Berry Saz suspiciously looks like Eeth Koth

The percussionist (plays from tambourine, shakers, the marimba, or cowbell) kinda looks like Depa Billaba

Obi-Wan shrugs it off, the band all wear masks and suits, making it hard to identify them

A certain amount of Jedi council members disappear an hour before the Jazz band appears

Kit Fisto suspiciously disappears 2 hours before

A clone catches him holding a bucket of body paint

Quinlan Vos is seen with a blonde wig

They shrug it off

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sluttyten · 5 years

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The Quiet Dark

summary: you’re nervous to go to this party, but you want to be there nonetheless, and when you meet the attractive and intriguing Xiaojun, you just want to have more of him

words: 6,093

pairing: xiaojun x reader

tags: halloween au?, semi-public, fingering, halloween party

This party was perhaps a bad idea.

You didn’t know anyone here at all, you were just looking for an excuse to dress up for the holiday, and when you overheard two frat guys talking about it in the library, you decided to give it a try.

You were in university, and for the first time in your life you didn’t have anyone to tell you to not go to the Halloween frat party dressed in the skimpiest costume you could possibly be comfortable in public in.

You were trying to branch out and try something new, maybe do someone new. Who knows, the whole night was ahead of you and shrouded in an air of mystery, as Halloween nights are meant to be.

As you walked up to the party, to the mess of people spilling across the lawn, you tugged the hem of your short skirt down uselessly. The cool late October air had you shivering as your skirt covered very little skin, the fishnet tights didn’t help much either, and your top was also rather lacking in fabric or coverage, leaving the lacy red bra you were wearing underneath visible in some places. Surprisingly, your feet were probably the warmest part of you as they had a layer of socks and also your boots too hold in even a bit of heat.

Part of you hoped you would find someone here you knew, anyone you could latch onto and talk with, someone to grab a drink with you and ease your anxieties about showing up here alone.

Another part of you very much hoped that you wouldn’t see anyone you knew. You looked so different from normal. Your usual straight-laced look was swapped out for this one, your makeup looked “deadly” or so a drunk girl told you as she bumped into you as you walked slowly toward the door.

You hadn’t seen her coming. You almost had tunnel-vision, only seeing the door to the house open and spilling a warm golden light invitingly onto the frat house’s porch.

This party was a bad idea.

It wasn’t your kind of place at all, and the more steps you took toward the front door, the closer you drew toward fully entering the party, the harder your heart pounded. Your hands were shaking, and you’re sure you looked a little crazy, but it was Halloween and anyone who looked at you would probably assume you were just in character for who you were dressed up as.

When you finally stepped up into the light on the porch, finally stood with your toes right at the threshold, you froze.

You could see the party just inches away. You could feel the vibrations of the music, smell the alcohol and the weed and the sweat. But you could bring yourself to take one more step inside.

“Hey,” A voice said quietly, coming up from behind you. “You okay?”

A face appears in your peripheral vision, and you turn to look at him. A handsome boy, not too much taller than you stands there, a gentle smile on his lips, a look of concern in his eyes. He doesn’t touch you, but his hand is raised slightly as if he would have if you hadn’t answered him.

“I’m fine.” Your voice catches a little in your throat, coming out sounding strange even to your ears.

The boy smiles brighter, still gently, and you can’t help but note the contrast of his tenderness and beauty to his hideous costume.

A werewolf. Golden contacts glow from inside his eyes, blowing them wide until there’s very little of the white left to see. He has his hair in total disarray and his tshirt under a leather jacket is torn in several places with a few bold red slashes, and when he moves around you spot he even has a tail hanging from the back of his jeans.

He inclines his head toward the open doorway. “Are you coming into the party?”

“I want to.” You sigh, feeling your chest shake with the effort to draw in your next breath. You want so badly to join the party. You’ve made it all the way here only to freeze up at the very last second because of your anxieties.

“Do I need to invite you in? Are you a vampire?” He teases as he steps in front of you, crossing the threshold, and he extends a hand out to you. “Please, my name is Xiaojun. I live here, and I would love for you to come inside and join the party with me.”

Despite it all, you find yourself smiling, reaching out and putting your hand in his very warm hand. His fingertips rub slightly rough, calloused against your skin, and you shiver at the roughness there among all his gentleness.

You step inside, your hand still in his as Xiaojun leads you into the party.

He holds tight so you don’t lose him as he weaves through the crowd inside, taking you deeper and deeper until he stops and there’s an array of drinks laid out before you. Nearby there’s a girl with her head plunged in a bucket of what looks like beer with apples floating in it. Someone’s entertaining a sofa-full of very clearly drunk and probably high partygoers with his magic tricks.

“What’ll you have?” Xiaojun asks, raising his voice to be heard over the music.

You don’t care as long as it helps you loosen up. You feel so tightly wound, and you know a drink or two will help remedy that. Xiaojun watches as you pour yourself a drink, and when you catch him staring, he offers you another stunning smile.

“So are you really a vampire?” His fingers trail lightly over your arm, bringing you a little closer as a big lumbering guy bumps into the table, laughing loudly as he grabs a bottle of vodka and disappears back into the crowd.

“I was just nervous is all.” You explain loudly as whoever’s playing music just started a newer, louder song. “And my name is— my name is—“

A clump of frat guys comes whooping into the room, holding a smaller, skinnier boy aloft. The cheers of the crowd around you drown out all your attempts at telling Xiaojun your name, and he’s distracted as the guys, who you can only assume are his frat brothers, dump the guy into the middle of the floor, tumbling him over a sofa to a lot of raucous laughter.

The kid springs to his feet and laughs, dragging closer a boy dressed as a cat who licks the kid’s cheek.

“We’re about to start the maze race!” Shouts one of the guys who’d just dumped the kid on the ground. “Everyone who wants to join, choose your partner and meet out back in ten minutes!”

The cat boy whoops and lifts a bottle into the air, still hanging off the kid as they stumble toward a door you can only assume leads out to the backyard of the house.

“There’s a corn maze that runs up against the forest out back,” Xiaojun explains as the crowd begins to thin, the noise level of the room dropping as well. “The owners of that land let us use it for the party as long as we don’t leave too much damage. Winner of the race gets a weekend worth of servitude from the frat or at least three favors. Do you want to try?”

“Try what exactly?” You shiver a bit in the cool draft that suddenly blows through the room. “Stumble through a corn maze and a forest in the dark and the cold with a hundred drunk people?”

“It’s not so bad.” Xiaojun bumps his shoulder against yours. “I’m not saying I’ll help you cheat, but I’ll be your partner, and I can make sure you won’t get too lost.”

You bite your lip. You just worked up the courage to come to this party where you knew there would be light and heat and you wouldn’t get lost. You didn’t think you would then be stepping back out into the chilly night to wander around looking for the exit of a maze. But Xiaojun’s fingers are warm where they touch your arm, brush against your waist. His smile is so comforting even if he’s looking at you with those eerie eyes.

You sigh and sit down your drink. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Maybe it’s crazy to be going out into the dark like this to wander a maze with a boy you’ve know for less than ten minutes, but there is something so alluring about Xiaojun, something romantic and whimsical and wild about every moment since meeting him, an energy that has you magnetized.

“So if you win,” Xiaojun says as he takes your hand fully in his once again and walks out the back door with you. “If you win, you get a weekend of servitude or three favors. If I help you win, what do I get?”

You shrug. “What do you want?”

“My brothers are always teasing me, so maybe, if I help you win, then my prize could be a date?”

You look up at the sky as you consider his suggestion. It’s a clear night, the stars and a sizable chunk of the moon are visible, providing plenty of light even if the large bonfire blazing in the yard manages to blot out a portion of the sky with its smoke and sparks.

“All you want in return is a date? Does it have to be with me?” You tease, feeling a smile bubble to the surface.

Xiaojun barks out a laugh. “Not if you don’t want it to. I would prefer a date with you over anyone else, though. I don’t just ask any random party guest to go into a corn maze with me. Who knows where we could wander off to on a night like this? If I have to get lost in some Halloween magical place with anyone, I’d like it to be someone who I like.”

“Me?”

Xiaojun nods. “Yeah, you. Maybe it’s a bit superficial, but I think you’re really pretty. You seem nice and sweet and cute. I’d like to at least see, if you want, how a date would go, and what better way than to dive into a dark maze and race a hundred drunk people to the prize?”

You know he’s right. You cane here tonight to have fun, to step outside your comfort zone, and this is it.

“Over here!” Someone yells and you can see the flickering amber glow off the faces of some of Xiaojun’s frat brothers, a crowd gathering in front of them and a row of cornstalks flickering and wavering in shadow behind them. “Everyone gather round!”

“Come on,” Xiaojun says quietly, tugging lightly on your hand and you step forward with him to walk over there.

“Here’s the story of the corn maze tradition. Doyoung, you come tell it.” He waves another boy over who steps forward into the flamelight, dramatically holding a large leather-bound book.

You roll your eyes a little and glance at Xiaojun, but he’s watching Doyoung, too wrapped up in everything to notice you looking at him.

“One hundred years ago, back before this fraternity even existed here, there was a family that lived in this house.” His voice rings clear through the night, hauntingly echoing off the house and the field and the forest beyond, paired with the ominous crackling of the fire, low bass tones of the music inside, and haunting shrieks of laughter from around the front of the house.

“Back in those days, people didn’t lock their doors. Children ran wild in the streets with their friends, and Halloween night was the worst of them all. Late into the night kids would dress in costumes and fill the street to ask neighbors for treats or threaten tricks. The family that lived in this house was very strict, they didn’t believe in the tradition of celebrating Halloween, so when children came knocking, the family ignored their calls for treats.

“They were new in town, they didn’t know what it truly meant to the children here, they didn’t know how seriously it was taken, so when they gave no treats, the children have the tricks instead. It was late when the mother heard the sound of footsteps on the porch, the rustling of the corn field in the back was louder than normal, as if bodies moved through it, and what she at first heard as wind blowing against the house, she soon realized to be whispers surrounding the house.”

Somewhere in the gathered crowd, a girl gasped. Doyoung grins, scanning the crowd as he continues, “She woke her husband and sent him to see what she was hearing. No sooner had he left the bed than she saw a face peering through the window, and she leapt out of bed to follow him, but she could hear the whispers growing louder and giggling, the patter of footsteps around the house.

“They woke their children from their beds, holding them safely as they peered out their windows into the night. At first they saw nothing,” Doyoung pauses, then he turns his head slowly back to look into the cornfield before turning back to the crowd, and dramatically saying, “Then they saw them moving. Children moved through the cornstalks, creeping low across the yard toward the house, whispering and laughing, their pale eyes turned up to the windows, bizarre grins stretching their faces grotesquely. There was a knock on their front door.”

Three loud knocks sound, and you jump, clinging to Xiaojun’s arm.

“The father didn’t dare open the door. But he looked, and what he saw terrified him. A cluster of children all huddled on the doorstep with pale eyes and sickle grins, and now they stood close enough he could hear their whispers, understand what they said, and all he could do was turn to his family and tell them ‘run!’ So they broke through the back door and ran as fast as they could but the strange children surrounded them, corralling them, and their only place to go was into the field. They pushed deep into the field and into the forest where it all blends together. They were split apart and wandered deeper and deeper, and though one hundred years have passed since that fateful, fearsome night, many believe that they never found their way out of the fields and the forest that night.”

Doyoung snaps the heavy book shut, his eyes glowing and his grin stretching his lips as he tells them finally, “So tonight, as you run through this field’s maze, beware. Every twist and every turn may lead you to the same lost fate. And hopefully if you encounter any of the children, you won’t fail to give them any treats you might find along the way.”

“That’s a terrifying story.” You grasp Xiaojun’s arm and whisper.

He laughs a little. “That’s what happens when you have a frat brother who is studying creative writing and is very fond of Halloween. It’s all made up, babe. Don’t worry. I won’t let any ghosts get you.”

The first brother who had spoken to gather everyone around steps forward again, holding his arms up as he calls, “Remember, first one through the maze and out the exit wins! Whoever has the most treats on the other side wins a slightly less prize, but you can work that out with me and Lucas on the other side. But in the wise words of the father, Run!”

People surge forward spilling through a break in the corn stalks you hadn’t seen before, and you feel a burst of energy, a surge of adrenaline and something akin to crowd mentality that takes over and has you clasping Xiaojun’s hand and plunging into the maze.

The dark quickly envelops you, the light of the bonfire fades until it’s just a dull glow behind you and the moon and stars and the occasional glare of a cell phone flashlight illuminate the darkness.

“Which way?” You ask Xiaojun as you reach the first diverging paths. The people in front of you split off in opposite directions. Xiaojun doesn’t hesitate to run down the one that curves to the right.

For a few moments, there’s not much talking other than the occasional question of direction, the less often shout of surprise as someone barrels out of another converging pathway, mostly it’s just the sound of breathing and your feet beating the ground. You twist and turn and wind through the maze.

Xiaojun’s directions lead you into the forest, where stalks of corn blend with thick tree trunks, and when the night sky is blotted out by leaves and branches, as a stitch grows in your side, you slow a bit.

“Honestly, I’m not a fan of the dark.” You gasp, feeling a little breathless after running for a few consecutive moments. “Or all this running. Can we slow down?”

“You don’t want to win? Already trying to back out of that date with me?” He jokes, but he slows so you can walk side by side. “Or are you just trying to get more alone time with me out here in the quiet dark?”

“Or I’m trying not to trip and break anything in here. Do you have your phone?” You ask, sliding closer to him as you hear a branch snap in the dark. “My flashlight’s broken, so it’s no use.”

“I left mine back at the house. Sorry.” He wraps his arm around your waist, and you shiver.

Now that you’re not running and not standing anywhere at all near a fire, the cold is getting worse, and you’re once again reminded that your outfit is really not suitable for outdoor wear at this time of year.

“Are you cold?” Xiaojun asks. “Here, take my jacket.”

In the darkness you can really only hear him sliding out of his jacket, but a moment later warm leather is laid over your shoulders, comforting and smelling fantastic. You turn your face into the collar and inhale.

“Come on, I know the way through here.” Xiaojun’s fingers twist with yours. “Johnny, Lucas, and I did a walk through just earlier today. We had to map the whole maze for safety reasons, and I have a pretty good memory even in the dark. Though I think there is actually a second good way to the exit that doesn’t lead through the forest, now that I think about it.”

You groan and drop your head to his shoulder. “You couldn’t have remembered that earlier?”

“Sorry.”

“Or did you just want to get me alone in here for some alone time in the quiet dark?” You close your eyes and breathe in, and now, so close to his skin, you can smell that the delicious scent of his jacket comes from him. “Because I promise, Xiaojun, we didn’t have to come all the way out here if you wanted to make out.”

“Who said anything about that? I’m a gentleman. Wine and dine first, thank you.” But his hand sneaks low on your waist.

You really wouldn’t be upset if he wanted to make out. If he wanted to do more. He’s very good looking, he smells great. He seems kind and wonderful, and even if he wasn’t, even if this would just be a one night stand, you don’t think you would mind. Maybe something like that is exactly what you need.

“Do you want me to kiss you, babe? Is that why you brought it up?” He asks, his voice low and so suddenly seductive here in this dark place. You shiver, and this time it’s not from the cold.

Now your eyes are adjusting and you can slightly make out the outline of him as he turns, facing you a bit. You feel the faint heat of his hand as he lifts it up so close but not touching your cheek, and his warm breath is on your lips. He smells a little bit like beer but also like cinnamon and apples and something else and you want to bury your nose in his chest and just breathe him all in.

“Do you want me to kiss you? I want to hear you say it.”

Your answer comes out on a shaky, needy breath. “Yes.”

His lips are on yours in a heartbeat, his hand cupping your cheek, his arm bracing and warm against your back. You twist your fingers against his shirt, finding that your fingertips slip through one of those tears, and Xiaojun gasps or sighs at the feel of your fingers on his skin.

You open your mouth too and Xiaojun dips forward, his tongue teasing against yours before he pulls back just a little.

You whine, chase his lips. He laughs and presses his forehead to yours.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself if I kiss you again. We’ll never leave this maze then.”

“Would that be so bad?” Your fingers find purchase on his belt loops, and you tug a bit so Xiaojun comes flush against you again. “We’re alone out here. Uninterrupted. Can you say the same if we finish this maze and go back to the house?”

Xiaojun shakes his head. “No. Are you—Just to be clear, are you saying you want to have sex out here? Or are we still talking about just making out? Because either way I’m totally down with, but full disclosure, I don’t have a condom on me right now and also I can’t see anything at all because of these damn contact lenses.”

What are you saying? Is it crazy and too wild to have sex with a boy you’ve known for about half an hour? Is it crazier still to want to have sex with him in the forest-section of his frat’s corn maze? Possibly. But you do so want to do it.

You brush your mouth against his. “I want you, Xiaojun.”

“Okay.” He swallows hard, and then softly mutters a, “Fuck, okay. I’m clean, I swear, and I’ll pull out since I don’t have a condom. Oh, and part three of the full disclosure, uh, I’m a virgin. But I know what I’m doing, I promise.”

Your heart pounds a little harder.

You’re not a virgin. You’ve slept with one guy before, your high school boyfriend. It was a few times, none of them very good, and it’s been quite a while since then, but you feel nervous for being Xiaojun’s first.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

“Am I sure, what? That I’m a virgin? Yeah.” He steps back half a step and you hear the clink of a belt buckle.

You put a hand over his in the dark. “No, I mean, are you sure you want me to be your first? Do you want it to be out here like this?”

“Honestly, it’s not a huge deal to me.” Xiaojun says. “I know for some people it is, and they treat their virginity as a burden that they want to get rid of, or something very special that needs to have a whole occasion made out of its loss. And I’m not judging, I think it’s great for people to wait, and it’s fine for people to just want to get it over with. For me it’s been neither of those things, I just knew that I hadn’t met anyone I really wanted anything like sex with. But as soon as I saw you I thought you were beautiful. Kissing you, I just realized I definitely want you. Now the opportunity is here, I like you, and I don’t see any reason to say no as long as you want this too.”

“I definitely want this.” You curl an arm around the back of his neck and draw him in for another kiss, your lips magnetically drawn to each other in the dark. You murmur against his lips, “You could do me against a tree or on the ground right now, I don’t care so long as it’s you.”

“In that case,” Xiaojun gently presses you back a few steps and your back hits a tree trunk. The gentle force he uses combined with the way he immediately presses against you and kisses you, has you dripping in your panties, grasping at his shirt, and a moan spills from your lips.

His jacket slips from your shoulders, falling to the ground at your feet, and a moment later, as you dig your hands up under his shirt, running your fingers up over his warm stomach and chest, you push his shirt off him and let it fall to the ground as well. His hands move to the bottom of your skirt, pushing it up and his fingers twist in the netting of your tights. With a small tug they tear open.

You gasp, dragging his mouth sharply against yours to silence your sounds.

Somewhere nearby you hear the thudding of footsteps and laughter as other partygoers race through the maze, missing the pair of you tangled in the trees. Xiaojun freezes, breaking the kiss to twist around and search the pathway, but there’s no one there, and even if there was, they’re not likely to notice you and him.

“Back to me,” You tell him, turning his face back to you, wanting his mouth back to yours but he holds back as he looks at your face.

A stray beam of moonlight breaks through the dark canopy, and you blink as it shines right in your face, fluttering brightly for a moment before fading away again.

Xiaojun sighs, his hand slipping inside your torn tights and then even beyond your panties. “You’re so beautiful, like what are the fucking odds that I would run into you, someone as amazing as you?” He cups your cheek with one hand and then cups your pussy with the other.

You gasp and curve against him as his fingers brush over your entrance, tease against your clit.

“Xiaojun,” You sigh his name so softly it could almost be the rustling of the leaves. “Xiaojun, kiss me again.”

He moves forward then, as if he was only just waiting for you to ask. His fingers glide between your folds, and when you whine and push your hips forward into his touch, he smiles into the kiss, “You’re so wet. Is it always like this?”

You laugh and gasp as he inserts a finger inside you and right away curls it pleasantly. “Usually. But I’m also just very, very into you, Xiaojun. Oh, God, do that again.”

His lips brush your neck, and he nibbles a bit, sucking lightly. His finger curls inside you, his thumb swirling on your clit.

“Are you sure you’re a virgin? Have you done this bit before?” You grip his shoulder as your legs shake. “You’re very good with your fingers.”

“All these years playing guitar must mean something.”

You think about the rough feel of his fingertips earlier when he first took your hand. Callouses from playing guitar. “Are you a musician?”

“Yeah. Well, I’m trying to be.” He grinds his palm up against your clit, three fingers deep inside you suddenly and you tuck your face into his neck, dripping down his fingers and flooding his palm with your wetness. “I sing, play guitar, dance. I’ve tried to persuade some of the guys to make a--”

You cut off his next words as you capture his lips with yours.

You groan into the kiss, your sounds muffled by his lips as your walls flutter around his fingers, your orgasm tingling through you, your toes curl in your shoes, and Xiaojun presses you deeper against the tree to keep you from trembling too hard.

And it’s then that you realize he’s trembling too. He’s so hard, his erection digs against your belly and ever so slightly Xiaojun grinds his hardness against you. His kiss grows hungry, and he even lets out a soft growl.

You push a hand into his hair, lightly pulling back on him. “Want to feel you inside me.” You reach down, fingertips finding his belt buckle which falls apart under your touch, and you reach lower.

Xiaojun drops his head into the crook of your neck, his lips and tongue and teeth leaving his mark behind.

“And you teased me earlier about being a vampire,” You shiver, biting back a moan when his teeth clamp gently against your collarbone, scraping lightly. “Are you sure it’s not you?”

Xiaojun hums, the vibrations against your skin doing something strange to you. He swipes his tongue over the spot and moves on without a word, kissing over the exposed part of your chest, up your throat again, just so fascinated with your neck.

You pump your hand over his length, teasing around his tip. “Do you want to be inside me, Xiaojun? Want me to press you to this forest floor, ride you here in the shadows while you ravage my neck like this?”

He grinds up into the circle of your fingers. “Wanna fuck you like this, up against this tree.” His chin tilts up and he brushes his lips against yours, his hands move down to your thighs, his fingers slotting through the netting of your tights. He lifts one of your thighs up to his hip, shifting forward so you are firmly pinned between Xiaojun and the rough bark of the trunk, his hard cock in your grip slots perfectly against you. “Want you to feel like you’re under my control.”

“Ooh, dominant?” You raise an eyebrow, twist your wrist slightly and Xiaojun bucks forward, humping against you in the process. “Are you sure about that? I could take good care of you, Xiaojun, baby.”

His lips tilt up amusedly. “Tempting, but I like being in control.”

You withdraw your hand from his pants, and he leans back a bit as you trail your fingers that were just on his cock now over his cheek. “I think you don’t really know just yet what you like, but okay. For tonight. Fuck me, I’m yours.”

“Don’t say what you don’t mean.” Xiaojun pushes his jeans open and you look down as if you could actually see his cock, but the lighting here in the trees is still awful. You feel his warm breath on your cheek as he says, “Don’t say you’re mine if you don’t mean it. Don’t say ‘for tonight’ unless you really mean that this will happen again.”

You fix your fingers into his hair again, raise your head to meet his gaze, holding it firmly as you say. “Fuck me, Xiaojun. Tonight, I’m yours.”

“Honestly, when tonight started off with you, I didn’t think it would turn out like this.” You feel his fingers shifting against your panties, pulling them aside to meet the cool night air, and a moment later there’s the dull warm press of his dick. “You didn’t strike me as the type to do something like this, have sex with a stranger, have sex out like this where anyone could see us. You seemed like a very nervous kind of person.”

“I definitely am. You’ve just brought out this side of me.” You carefully shift, opening yourself up to him more. “But just in case, you’d better hurry before I change my mind.”

Xiaojun smiles, “We both know you’re not going anywhere.”

You shiver at his tone, at the truth that his words hold, at the sudden slip and press as he fits his tip inside you.

He groans and murmurs something indecipherable, dropping his head to your shoulder again. You curl your leg around his hip, trying to subtly get him to sink further inside you, and it works. The farther into you Xiaojun sinks, the greater it feels. You can tell that he gets wider toward the base, and the stretch is amazing. You press your face into his hair, grasp his shoulders, moan his name so quietly.

When he bottoms out, he reaches for your other leg, pulling it up to his hip, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. The roughness of the tree’s bark really digs against your back now, but the pleasure of his cock inside you erases that slight pain.

“Good?” He checks with you. You nod, pet the back of his head. “Keep going?”

“Mm, yeah.” You squeeze your fingertips into his shoulder.

Xiaojun starts moving and you murmur soft encouragements, moaning his name, telling him how good he feels inside you. You know he probably won’t last long, so you reach a hand between your bodies to touch your clit, and just that--the soft feel of your hand against his chest, the knowledge that you’re touching yourself while he’s inside you, he swears, fucks you faster with his hands on your hips, driving your back up the trunk.

When he gives you one good, hard, deep thrust, you can’t help the yelp and following moan of his name that leave you lips.

“You like that one?” Xiaojun asks.

“Yeah, yes I do!” You bury your face in his throat as he bounces you on his cock, and you rub at your clit, biting back your moans. You see flashlights flickering in the distance, hear echoed laughter and shrieks, and you remember that any one of those other partygoers in the maze could come across you at any time, and a thrill tingles through you.

Xiaojun shudders as he feels your walls fluttering around him, a precursor to your orgasm which you can feel rapidly building.

His lips are on your throat again, sucking at your sensitive skin, and he’s got your hips pinned to the tree as he rocks into you quickly, chasing his orgasm, and you don’t want to let him go but without the safety net of a condom, you don’t want to risk it.

Xiaojun moans your name, “Fuck, I’m close. Want you to cum for me. Please, I need to feel you cum for me.”

Your body obeys him. Your orgasm ripples through you, slowly tearing you to shreds on his cock, your fingers stimulating your clit until you can’t take it anymore. Your walls clench around him, squeezing him, and Xiaojun bites at the joint of your neck and shoulder.

He pulls back quickly, just in time. You feel his hot cum shooting over your thigh, dripping over your fishnets and the inside of your skirt.

“That was amazing.” Xiaojun kisses your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips. You twist your arms around his shoulders, dig your fingers into his hair, and slowly you lower your legs from his hips to the ground again. You kiss for a moment, mostly because you’re already needing to cling to him as your legs tingle from numbness.

Eventually the chill of the October night sinks back in, and you remember you’re very nearly naked out in this weather. Xiaojun steps away, tucking his dick away in his pants, and he crouches down to gather his shirt and his jacket from the ground. The shirt he pulls back on, and the jacket he hands back to you again, draping it’s comforting smell over your shoulders.

It’s as you move to shrug the jacket on that you feel the slight burn on your back.

“I think I have scratches on my back from that tree bark.” You groan, shaking some feeling back into your legs.

“Sorry, baby.” Xiaojun kisses your shoulder. “When we get back to the house, want to shower off with me? I can lock my roommate out and we can have some more comfortable sex?”

You smile and reach your hand up, pushing your fingers through the hair at the back of Xiaojun’s head. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

So you definitely don’t come in first in the race through the maze. Actually, by the time that you and Xiaojun wander out together hand-in-hand, a few of his frat brothers are standing around nervously, but upon laying eyes on the pair of you and the rumpled states of you--torn stockings, wrinkled shirt, grass and leaves in your hair and clothes--they laugh and turn back to the house.

Xiaojun shakes his head, and holding your hand in his, you walk together back toward the party.

Maybe this party wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

a/n: this isn’t the xiaojun fic I set out to write, but I’m happy with it nonetheless, and I hope you all are too! Happy Halloween (or day after Halloween or whatever day of the year it is when you’re actually reading this)! 🕷🕸🍂👻

I did consider making this a werewolf au since I never posted the third part of the vampire jungwoo thing in which xiaojun made an appearance as a werewolf, hendery as a vampire, and yangyang as a witch

#xiaojun #xiaojun smut #nct #wayv #wayv smut #nct smut

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Dream- Witcher Lambert

AN/ I was requested to make another Lambert fic, so here it is. Enjoy : )

Soulmate AU!

As a boy, Lambert had a dream. It involved a cozy cottage on the top of a large rolling hill. Stable boys and laborers out in the fields tending to the land and animals as he was off helping people. The home would be run by his mum and wife who got along- arguably more than he would with the two themselves. He wouldn’t want kids as he barely got along with the kids on the block, and he didn’t want to risk having a jerk for a kid. Even if he were dead, his father still had no business in the boy’s dream, so there was no time wasted in that.

It was something he could achieve, though it seemed harder with every hit or drink downed by his father. Lambert was hardheaded however, and he knew in his heart he could get that dream. Then Vesemir showed up. Dreams became jokes and fleeting thoughts, and nothing seemed achievable unless it revolved around getting thrown out of town and being under-paid. They lived in child’s stories or wife’s tales.

A soul bond became the biggest joke of them all, and he would cast off any signs of it. The continent was riddled with folks who have marks that match their significant others’, yet the young witcher cast that off farther than any dream he had before. Not everyone found their mate if they appeared to have ‘the mark’ and not everyone had what sorcerers considered to be ‘the mark’ to begin with. Once Lambert was changed on a cellular level, he really only believed in empirical proof. At this point, it had all been chalked up to correlation. His mother had said that she liked to think that she and her husband were soul mates, yet it turned so poorly that he never wanted it even if it had been real.

The problem was, however, that he apparently had a mark.

Geralt had brought Yen to the keep for the second year in a row, and Lambert finally decided not to care. After the first couple of nights, he decided to shed most of his layers so he could lounge comfortably under the mountain of furs he always had. He might be a witcher, but winter is cold, despite what every one of his brothers say. The man and the sorceress had gotten into another dispute, and she had said some pretty harsh things, but nothing the man couldn’t take. Until, she had brought up the dark, rorschach blotch on his collarbone.

“I see you have a mark. Pity should be sent to however is bound to you.”

She apologized afterwards, admitting that she hadn’t truly meant it, and he could tell her sincerity. He hadn’t even believed in the tale, so why would it affect him? Well, it had. He stayed up, trying not to let himself dream again. It had been years, and he was no longer a witcher. He was a man, seeking to protect those who seem to not want to be protected, and he was going to do it even if he’s put down every step of the way. He had no time for fake lovers. Lives were on the line somewhere.

He had cast the day out of his mind until it was brought up again, years later. The mark used to be a pale color, but once he became a witcher, it became dark. He had always thought it was because of the trials, but Kiera had explained that once a mark becomes light, the mate was dead. She assumed that his mate was born once it became dark. It was all a theory however, and one Lambert didn’t want, as he only received this info after he tried to flirt with her. It was going swimmingly until he became too hot and discarded his gambeson, which allowed her to see it. She also explained that magic users could tell it was a bond mark due to the magic it gave off, but again, he thought it hogwash.

Again, it made him hope. It made his chest tighten with excitement and his heart pound with nerves. It made his eyes water with despair, as even if he was bound, the path was no life for anyone but the people forced onto it. And he would never force someone, not like his father.

Lambert doesn’t cry, however, so he held his head high and continued on his journey. It was cut short in the spring after another two decades of the mark not being mentioned. He was traveling down towards Flotsam when he was alerted by an explosion. Usually, if there wasn’t a contract, he wouldn’t worry. He was simply passing through after an empty notice board. Lambert was familiar with the sound, though. It was eerily similar to a bomb he used himself, and if another witcher was wreaking havoc, he’d need to help. A medium cottage had smoke coming through every window blown open from the blast. Glass littered the grass and black scorch marks could be seen on the sills. He was jumping off his horse when the front door blew open, and a woman stumbled out.

She coughed into the grass as she fell to her knees. He couldn’t tell the color of her hair, as it was covered by ash and sticking every which way. Lambert quickly made his way to her side, asking if anyone else was in the home.

“No, just me.” There was another coughing spell from the woman before she got to her feet, and smiled to him bashfully. “Sorry bout that. My igniter went out this morning, but this is my bakery, and I needed the fire to start. I had some sulfur and a few other ingredients, but it seems I put too much saltpeter in.” Lambert listened intently as he used Aard to blow the rest of the flames away before they consumed the rest of the bakery. The woman walked in behind him, seemingly looking for something. When she found it, she smiled to him and grabbed the cloth tucked in her apron pocket. A bucket of water had been behind a flipped metal table, and she quickly dipped in. Soot quickly started to disappear from her face, and he began to notice that he stopped breathing. Despite the rogue streaks of dirt, her skin looked to be the softest visage he had ever laid eyes on. Bright eyes crinkled with joy as they sustained contact with his slit ones. It wasn’t until she started to look around her shop for another item that the air turned sour. “Damn it!” was exclaimed before she started to apologize to him for the outburst.

“I didn’t realize bread was something to swear over.” He didn’t know what it was, but instead of turning towards the door after seeing everything was fine, he leaned over the counter, arms crossed on his chest. Paranoia was a great friend of his, but he seemed peaceful with the arsonist.

“It wouldn’t be, but the bread was important.” His eyes flew over the half-destroyed place. Most everything was salvageable. Too much saltpeter made the explosion larger, but it seemed to have a controlled sulfur amount, so the damage was reduced only to the kitchen portion of the open shop. It seemed to the man that she knew what she was doing, only having a minor slip up. He didn’t know what it was, but he wanted to know more. Why was the bread important? How did she know the basics to an explosive? What was her name? He didn’t want to seem interested, however, so he took a note from Geralt’s book, and gave a questioning hum.

“Well, there’s an orphanage a couple of miles from here in the estate down the way. The kitchen made from the main house gives them leftovers.” A life-threatening explosion for an orphanage, huh?

“It seems they should be fine then.” He watched from the counter as she started moving things around while continuing to wipe herself down. The young witcher wanted to smile when anger and snark flew into her tone against him.

“It would be fine, if it wasn’t practically treating them like dogs. There kids, and orphans- through no fault of their own. They’re going to get food like people should.”

“Sounds very noble.” He too let snark into his tone, but he could tell by her heartbeat that she was telling the truth.

“Said the man who rushed here with no inkling of what was happening. Another explosion might have gone off, yet you rushed in to put out the rest of the flames.” With that, Lambert pushed himself up to square with the woman.

“Who said I rushed here?” Lambert watched as her eyes crinkled, and his heart quickened by the joyous sound that was her laugh.

“It’s a large open field. I looked out and made sure no one was around if something went wrong. If I got hurt by my own explosion, that’s fine, but I wouldn’t stand for a random person to be caught in it too.” He had stopped listening to cast his gaze over her figure. The cloth was still wiping, though it seemed she had gotten all of the dirt. His heart only stopped when he noticed the blotch that was oh so familiar to him on her collarbone. He cleared his throat, pointing to it.

“You missed a spot.” Her gaze cast downwards, and made an indifferent grunt.

“That’s actually a birthmark.” How was the man supposed to proceed? He didn’t believe, but now he was standing face to face with someone who was his soulmate. Again, he cleared his throat, and looked away.

“Verden is not too far from here. How much bread would you need.” He could feel her shift with surprise.

“Um, three loafs.” There was a silence that he wished he could escape from, yet didn’t want to leave. Luckily, she broke it. “What’s your name?” He could hear a smile enter her tone. “A noble hero should always have a name.”

“Lambert,” was forced past his lips. His gloved hand rubbed the back of his neck before nodding and turning to leave. He was practically out the door when he stopped himself. He never backed down from something, and this was the start to his dream. A long forgotten one, but his none the less. “And what should I call the woman who blew up her own shop?” A soft chuckle came from behind him before he heard a softer,

“Y/n.” For the hundredth time in the last half-hour, Lambert had no clue as to why, but he smiled at the name. It was one he’d happily say the rest of his life. Of course, he’d need to tell her first.

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