#though i wonder what would it look if one person in a SM au was a twt-obsessed chronically online weirdo and one only used reddit to ask fo

[leatherbookmark]

I love tiktok edits of videos from fansigns and such because they subtitle everything. Not just what the idols are saying -- though it's more of a "*praises him*" than "wow that was so cool!" kind of subtitles -- but also every single thing they do. So you have a video of a guy talking quietly to another guy, and in case you didn't know what you're looking at, the subtitles helpfully inform you that the guy who's smiling is smiling, or that the guy who's taking his jacket off is taking his jacket off, etc, etc. Fascinating.

[glassrowboat]

Daydream in a Nightmare

Authors note: I read a soulmate au where with dream sharing. Everytime you fall asleep you and your SM would meet in a world that would reflect your consciousness and who you were. So down below are the boys and what I think the places their dreams would depict.

Mondstadt

Diluc: The cathedral. His mom, back when she was alive, used to play during service and afterwards Diluc ran over greeting her with the biggest smile, asking her to play him one more song. She never failed to. Maybe that's why there's always a gentle melody playing whenever you see him as he rests his fingers over the same white tiles, simply trying to remember how to play.

Kaeya: The Dawn Winery. Or at least parts of it. Behind closed doors there's the scent of grass, of dirt, and the faintest smell of ash. He says it's simply the vineyard that in the real world would be right outside, but he knows well as he pulls your hand from the doorknob that it's ruins of a fallen nation haunting him right on the other side.

Albedo: Glass walls. A maze of mirrors and reflections. If you ever have stopped to bother to count between Albedo’s musings as he shares with you the secrets of the world, you'd notice that for some reason he always has more reflections in the walls around you than of your own figure. Like there's more of him than there is of you.

Venti: Old Mondstadt. Back before the revolution, back when there were people in the streets wishing their God weren't so unjust, but in his dreams that wall of spiraling wind is never there. A warped perception of a life he wished to have lived as he sits in your lap not as Venti the bard, but a wind sprite trying to bury into your clothes for warmth. Just don't call him pipsqueek or he'll try and bite your fingers. Playfully. You think.

Liyue

Zhongli: A place that no longer exists, one torn away by this world during the archon war. It's unlike him not to comment on a place, a trinket, an item, as you pick something up and fiddle with it, but this place he never goes into full detail on. However, he will tell you all about the artisanship of the table you two are sharing tea over.

Baizhu: His home back in Chenyu Vale, back before the illness hit his village, back before his parents passed away. Just a modest home that shows signs of being truly well lived in and loved. Mindlessly while you two talk he'll be cleaning the place, just the way he always does at the pharmacy. Though it does help give him something to fill the silence. It turns out he's a lot more used to Changsheng chiming in with comments than he thought. He just hopes you two get along when the time to meet in person finally comes about.

Ga ming: A festival. There's water kicking up at everyone's feet, up to everyones ankles as people with their face covered in all manner of masks walk you both by. Ga ming would pull you along from booth to booth, trying his best to win prizes despite the fact you both know they'll be gone by the time you wake.

Xiao: A Chinese pavilion in the sky. You walk among the clouds as you follow the path of the street, looking over the accents that seem somehow both rich in color and dull, muddied all at the same time. Something you've noticed from his dreams compared to yours, his always have a lingering black fog creeping in at the corner of your eyes. It makes you feel like someone else is in this world with you, like there's eyes waiting to do more than just watch.

Inazuma

Kazooha: A meadow. The wind passes you both by, stirring up pages of books you two sit reading in silence. You can't help but wonder if these are all books he's read before, especially the ones that wax poetry or something else. His thoughts, perhaps? Maybe Kazuha's very own writings? But that matters little as his head is resting on your shoulder as you try to catch words between the fluttering sheets of paper.

Itto: A kabuki play. It always ends up in you two hiding away in the back room where the performers would get ready before getting back out on stage for the next act. You would see the brightest of colors, richest of fabrics, and practiced movements so fine tuned that you can't understand why Itto is so focused on taking the makeup on the vanity in the back simply so he can paint your face with red marks just like his. To each their own you suppose, and who are you to complain when it means drawing hearts on his arm when Itto isn't paying attention?

Gorou: A tea house. It's a small place, simple, but certainly not lacking charm as Gorou pours you a cup. At first the fact you could actually taste the rich herbs on your tongue in this dreamscape threw you off, but now it's just another part of this odd reality. But saying that, the first time you spat out the drink he offered as soon as the bitter taste hit you. Apparently he never expected you to not already be used to green tea. The poor fella was apologizing for the rest of the night, ears laid flat on his head and tail tucked between his legs. It's okay though, you made it even by trying to give him dog treats. It was you having to beg for forgiveness then.

Thoma: It was different this time. No glowing blue flowers and a forest that you two would stroll through mindlessly while chatting for hours. No, this time Thoma was sitting on a wooden platform below a giant stone statue. Intriguing, yes, but mattered little compared to the rope burns around his wrist. He tried to tell you not to worry about it. That it was an accident. But that mattered little as your lips pressed to the red, irritated skin and he gave you a strained smile. You knew better than to ask about it more from there.

Ayato: It's ever changing. It's like he is constantly thinking of something whenever He falls asleep and it reflects in his dreams. Once it was a Japanese styled room the next it was some room in Fontaine's architecture. But it's always a bedroom. A place of relaxation as Ayato buries his head in your lap like it was a pillow. He'll whine about being overworked until you're tempted to pull on his hair just to make the man shut up for once, but last time you did that it led to the bed being used for a lot more than just rest. For now just pat his head and let him vent, the man needs it.

Sumeru

Kaveh: A sketch brought to life from his mothers blueprints. One he saw his mother sketching back when Kaveh was a boy and she would let him sit on her lap, let him comment on the drawings. She would always find some way to incorporate his addictions into the sketch. Nowadays he knows the building that was actually constructed in the end to be simpler, duller than the one his mother wanted, but in his dreams with you it stands tall and proud.

Al Haitham: An attic. It's dusty and it clearly had a hole in the roof that was covered over by some wooden planks and nails. A patch work job that needs to be fixed but if you ever take the time to bother with it while Al Haitham sits in an old rocking chair covered by a quilt reading the night away it will only be there the next dream cycle. It pisses you off. He pisses you off. All nonchalance and an apathetic look even as you plop yourself in his lap and take that book away. And what pisses you off even more? How he dares to call you needy as he holds you close. It's best to ignore the fact he started reading over your shoulder.

Tighnari: Pardis Dhyai. He'll sit on the walkway watching you kick the water of the ponds around, paying no mind to when you splash at him. Not anymore at least. He's learned quickly if he makes a snarky comment you'll give one back and it'll go on and on until somehow it ends in him getting dragged into the pond with you. Both dripping algae filled water as he wondered what gods made this numbskull his mate.

Cyno: Lambad's Tavern. Everytime he would come back from treks in the desert he would go there, get a drink, and play a round of cards with whoever was willing. It was a pattern. Work, work, rest, and more work. But now he didn't have to constantly be on work mode as he sat with you in the old booth shuffling cards as he tried to explain to you how TCG works. So far everytime you lose you've thrown those elemental dice and him, and with a smile he lets them hit him in the head despite being fully able to dodge them. His soulmate is such a sore loser.

Wanderer: Shakkei Pavilion. He hates it. Hates that this is the place his unconscious has chosen to sink onto so stubbornly. His wooden fingers would slide over the paintings depicting Scaramouche’s past that has now been severed from him in everyone's eyes but Nahida and the Traveler. If you knew, would you still hold his hand? Would you still trace the details of his joints and comment that you find his pretty face such a stark contrast to his sharp words? He's afraid to find out, the idea that you might be his fourth betrayal always lingering in the back of his mind.

Fontaine

Neuvillette: Under the water where the currents would carry stray bits of seaweed and fish swimming past. The first time you shared a dream with him here he had to calm you down as instinctively you held your breath, taking your hands in his and assuring you if he can talk like this, you can suck in air just as well. It took some time getting used to, but now he watches as you grab starfish off the ocean floor and bring them over to him like a prize to be presented. This is what humans must be like Neuvillette tells himself as you braid them into his hair.

Worcestershire sauce: A home. A nice one at that. Big, had decent furnishings, pictures of kids hung up on the wall. If you listened closely enough you could even hear children playing outside from the cracked open windows that showed the brightest sky outside. Wriothesly would walk behind you as you would watch the grass blowing in the wind, not saying a word as he rested his chin on top of your head. He never thought he'd be back here again. The very place made him feel sick to his stomach, but with you? It was bearable. Even as you tried to grab his handcuffs from him.

Snezhnaya

Childe: His childhood home. Back before the renovations he bought for the place with his money as a harbinger, back before the redecorating of rooms to fit more children, and back to what the house was like when he was just a boy yet to fall into the abyss. Back when everything was simpler. He would pick up toys that have gone missing, never to be seen again and stare in wonder how it all is exactly how he remembers it. It makes it so much easier to be Ajax with you, rather than Tartaglia.

Dottore: The hospital he was working in when trying to help Eleazar patients. For the life of him does he hate it, being back in the desert always having to tip his shoes out of sand that never seems to fully clear off. It doesn't help you try and pour sand down his shirt, but in a way he supposes it's better you two stay out here under that blistering sun than you going inside to be met with the smell of death. No, you don't need to know about that side of him just yet.

Pantalone: His office. It always makes it hard to tell at first if he's awake, not when the same scene greets him either way. You always joke about him being married to his work and you're the mistress in this relationship. At this point he counts on the comment as soon as his eyes flutter open and he's greeted with the sight of you sitting on the desk he's been using as a pillow. Still, he can never help the genuine smile at seeing you once again.

Captain: A flower field. The snowdrops peek out from under the fluffy blanket of white powder, crunching under every step he takes. Even in his dreams the cold of Snezhnaya is ever present, ever biting. It only makes sense you are shivering behind him even as he lets you steal his cloak that is more of a blanket on you than anything. This field, he knows it well, knows that what waters these flowers is more blood than anything else, but that matters little as he wraps his arms around you. Maybe he can find a way to dream you a proper jacket.

Pierro: A grand hall. It reminds you of the way ballrooms are described in romance stories as the couple depicted would dance the night away. Columns so high you have to tilt your head back just to see where they meet the ceiling covered in paintings you've never seen before. That is until Pierro steps into your view. He always offered his hand to you before you could ask, and as your fingers interlocked he would tell you about them. Always ready to answer your questions. It meant someone was curious about a part of his long lost nation. So, of course, he was always happy to share.

Scaramouche: A never ending fire. It's a small shack, engulfed by flames that never seem to dwindle or burn out the wood it feeds on. Like this place was stuck in time in his mind. He doesn't talk to you, not any more than a sharp shut up. The only time that glare he showed you disappeared is when you pulled your hand back from the curious fire with a hiss, not expecting it to actually hurt in this fake reality. For a moment you could have sworn he took a step towards you, but he never came any closer than that as he hissed at you to be careful. Dumb mortals should at least know not to burn themselves.

[ranpazz]

OKAY OKAY imagine illegal!racer ranpo.

I wonder what role poe would play and the guild too. like imagine ranpo just casually walking jn and getting poe and the other member of the guilds are getting him too and you are there like ranpo??? hello???

thing is, dazai keeps stuff from you due to reasons. ranpo? he just doesn't see why he should. don't get him wrong, he likes you to go long term with you but he just doesn't see you worth sharing stuff about his life or day with.

hmmmm how do I say this? he's playful but cold/detached. like he doesn't care about you to the point of sharing himself or his life with you.

till he sees tears in your eyes as you've stumbled upon him with one of his female friends (yosano? member of guild?) and they looked close and you felt scared and you ended up walking sway while holding back tears AND THATS when ranpo feels uncomfortable.

he feels bad.

so it starts slowly with a apology. then he begins to share his favourite movies with you. then it's his secret hobby of solving crimes which are abandoned. then it comes to the point where he says how much he likes your little white skirts. then it's his friends, his school life and what not. and slowly so slowly he begins to open up.

so kinda like a toxic couple being saved from the clutches cause the man decided to man up. I think you will do ranpo and this trope sm justice skekdkekke.

Ira. This is my time to shine.

To me, in this AU, Poe may be the person who came close to beating Ranpo during a race once but not close enough. Ranpo acknowledged him and became his close frienemy. When you figure this out, you were a bit confused. Why hadn't Ranpo decided to tell you about this? It wasn't that big of a deal right? Well, unlike Dazai, Ranpo tells you nothing.

As for Yosano, you didn't know much about her besides the fact she was a mechanic for the guild. It was race to find pit crew members for races such as these, so everyone was grateful. Rumors about the fact she used to be a mechanic for the Port Racers went around, but you never paid much attention.

Now for your relationship. On the surface, you and Ranpo seem like the perfect, childish couple. But those who are closer to you can easily tell the difference. When it's just you and Ranpo, things are off. At first, it was all going well, and you assumed he would open up later on since the relationship was still new. However, months late you're easily proved wrong. Every time you ask about his day, he'll brush you off with a laugh and whatnot, and ask about yours instead. He never seemed interested in your answer though, you knew this, he was far to egotistical after all.

Now stumbling upon him and Yosano would be messy. For example, after a race that he won, like always, you decided to congratulate him with your usual affections. When you finally spotted him through the crowd, you didn't expect to see him with another woman. Much less one on the opposite side. She was gorgeous, and she was making him smile in a way you never seen before. How come he never looked at you this way? As if he could sense a disturbance, Ranpo glanced over at you with a grin, only to be met with your distraught expression.

You didn't want to see anymore, you couldn't. So you left without saying another word and took a ride home from someone random. His messages were left untouched, calls unanswered, and no contact on any socials. Meanwhile, Ranpo tried not to worry. Maybe you were just busy. However, the strange feeling gnawed at his heart everytime he thought of your expression during the race a few weeks ago, but he never reached out. It remained like this until he finally showed up at your door. You were less than decent at the moment, but he didn't seem to care. It was only when you went all teary eyed did he decide to apologize and embrace you.

It was a week later that you noticed something changed in him. He started speaking about what he likes, his favorite colors, how much he likes your clothes, his favorite movies, the classes he enjoys in uni, everything. So you eventually decide to ask about how his day went, and who Yosano and Poe were. He answered with ease, and he thinks he finally understands the importance of communication. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first nor last arguement either of you would have.

The both of you know this, especially since Ranpo is just now discovering how much he needs to keep communicating in a relationship for it to work out. With more competition showing up (and not just racers), he knows he needs to step up his game and be more of a lover to you than ever before.

[thepaintedsable]

Uh oh, who let me into a fandom again? Who left the niche within a niche door open??? Y’all should know better.

@sm-baby’s Carnival AU for The Amazing Digital Circus grabbed me by the bootstraps with??? Inspiration??? Not only have I dodged most fandoms and the motivation to draw fanart (not that I don’t want to show support; just no ideas in the noggin), but I genuinely don’t think I’ve sat down and put a non-ironic, genuine OC for a media I like on paper since my Warrior Cats/Creepypasta era. This AU didn’t just get me to sit down and make an OC that fits with the original media, but one that fits with their derivative. I saw other people doing it and it looked like so much fuunnn.

First, have standard TADC version! Either that or a player.

This is Tuus! They’re mainly based on the beanie baby dragon to fit that sweet sweet 90s theme, but generally a mixture of beloved childhood toys I have sitting on my shelf. She’s scruffy, worn, and kinda dirty looking and that’s on purpose. She’s bottom heavy, and I wanted her wings to give off the texture of that basically-plastic shiny fabric you used to see on a lot of toys.

No mouth, but a randomly appearing lizard tongue. For fun.

Tuus deals with the circus by sleeping. A lot. Too much. If you don’t need to sleep, then you don’t need to be awake. If she’s doing to be trapped in a digital hell, she might as well be catching up on her naps. And she will sleep in the worst places. Time for a digital feast? She’s on the table. Caine wants to have an adventure in the lake? Girl is at the bottom. Sleeping with the fishes fr fr. And you need to find her one day? Nowhere to be seen, probably on the roof.

It’s playing on the whole big, lazy, sleeping dragon thing that used to be in a lot of children stories I remember. But also how well loved childhood toys seem to pop up and disappear, there when you aren’t looking but gone when you are. Her name also means “Your” or “Thy.” Your dragon.

BUT AT THE CARNIVAL?

What amusement park is complete without a gift shop? What game doesn’t have a place to buy goofy digital goods? Tuus is the big lady in charge of the gift place of the Carnival! Her room is what should have been a shop of sorts, to buy whatever products that darned company would have tried to push. Cosmetics, virtual toys, digital snacks, whatever. But, uh, I don’t think anyone told them dragons don’t like to…. share. Becoming sentient did wonders for the attitude. You should be just fine if you don’t make too much noise, though! She’s a lazy lizard, and often sleeps sprawled around the place. I imagine the level would be set up like a maze, or a labyrinth. Isles and isles of things, with peaks of a tail or smoke every now and again. Toys, clothing, and even random things that shouldn’t be in there just trash the path. It’s your job not to step on anything! It’s different each time, though (a speed runner’s nightmare). One level you might get lucky and have a straight shot with a sleeping dragon, the next there might be so many things it’s physically impossible to reach any exit at all. Potentially can get out of trouble with some digital coin™, but you’ll have to have found enough hidden in the room to forgive each “damaged item.”

Here she is much, MUCH larger and far cleaner. An oversized display never meant to be bought. A collectors item far too expensive for a child. Think “I used to be a beloved toy and now I’ve been forgotten, even forgetting myself, and this is how I cope” favor VS “I have never known the touch of a person and have been trapped on this shelf only to be abandoned and have the personality of an unsocialized dog” flavor.

She has no mouth, but she bites.

I want to draw more of her :) She’s a goof.

[sugar-omi]

If you are interested, can you plz share how you see the Our Life (1+2) characters as DnD classes and races included? 😆⚔️🍃🏹

Im craving Our Life with some medieval whimsical vibes, Baxter dancing with swords, Derek singing with bar goers while MC goes pickpocketing the villains, Cove as a MERMAN living his life like Ariel. So many wonderful thoughts wanted to share ✨️✨️✨️

okay this took so long bc i know nothing abt DnD so i did a bit of research!!! my friends have talked abt DnD and i never understood but knew it was smth cool n involved alot of creativity, but now i just think this is sm cooler <33 anyway im not creative at all rn so im referencing everything from this website im using👍

tags : Fluff, 'Dungeon and Dragons' headcanons + drabbles, cove is the only one w hc's for if you're dating (+ qiu kinda?) i couldn't think of dating hc's for everyone else in this world as well but you could imagine some of the hc's that way

synopsis : DnD races and classes of ol:nf & ol:ba characters.

qiu:

okay I couldn't decide but qiu is half-elven.

(his dad is so whipped for his elf wife<3<3<3)

i can't really think about what class he'd be in, but i think i could see him as a bard

he's the laziest bard though 💀 and thus is mostly a wanderer.

qiu will wait until they're on their last coin and then will go perform

would perform a very good show while MC pickpockets the assholes that were disturbing the bar just a moment ago

otherwise, he just performs for you and his friends.

they'll have/be at a party with all their friends, and will perform some type of magic trick to entertain everyone

qiu will sing you little songs, read you poetry he wrote while watching you sleep that morning<3

for any important dates like birthdays, or anniversary (if you're dating), etc., they'll do a cool magic trick and perform a elven dance that he learned from his mom

tama:

human! BUT. she's a druid

she loves the forest, the forest loves her

maybe a bit of sorcery as well? idk how this works lol

she has a little house in the woods omg

goes foraging and learns lots of sorcery stuff from ren

will show you how to cast cool spells

also you're the first person she comes to show you any new spells she learns!!

you two beat up any bandits/criminals you come across

renee (/darren):

human and like i mentioned in tama's, is a sorcerer

!!! wants to be like her mom in canon right?

i think she's a teacher n teaches young sorcerers/wizards

baxter:

isnt baxter special. just crossovering worlds 💀💀

anyway.. he's an elf! is also rogue...

bringing baxter's issues/trauma into this DnD au as well <3

you find it very weird that a elf is on his own, but ignore it ofc and befriend baxter anyway

after much warming of baxter's cold heart, i imagine he settles in some civilian town or nearby and opens a bar!!

and every night its full with laughter and good music, and occasionally he'll come out from behind the bar

(honestly, he's mostly just cleaning the glasses and looking pretty <3)

and he'll pull you or one of your friends into a dance

omg imagine its not just a bar, its also a bed & breakfast

of course he's decent enough at cooking, so every morning he lays out a nice breakfast for his customers

derek:

knew this was derek insantly!!! he's half-orc

orcs dont have horns, do they.... well they do now

(realizing he's more Oni than anything in my head...)

anyway i need you to imagine arataki itto and if u don't know who that is Please find the beefiest fanart of him n thats derek LOL

derek grinning with his fangs and he's like 7 feet tall and buff, covered in scars.... yessir <33

i imagine he's a wanderer, but before that he was a cleric.

derek always helps people, he's very reliable but i imagine he's tired and somehow ends up working for baxter!

he's chef during the day and security at night!!!

no fighting in baxter's bar/diner unless you want a ass-ful of derek's boot <3

i also imagine when he's not running the place with baxter, he's helping the towns folk

the kids love him

they make flower crowns and run to the bar/diner to give them to derek <3333

ofc there's that one shy kid who offers one to baxter! bc they think he's really cool!!!

cove:

like you said he's a merman!!!

mmm, but i also imagine he can shapeshift into a "human"

(this is some ariel shit isnt it LMAO)

(also im imagining mer!cliff x human!kyra. mmm, i wonder if she'd be a bard? or maybe a healer, cleric maybe? why do i wanna write a whole fic on this now....)

although i imagine he needs to stay hydrated to stay on land like that. so please remind him to drink water when you're out n about otherwise he'll turn back into a fish in the middle of the market LOL

(you've learned this the hard way

!!! imagine if there's some way for you to come into the sea as well, be it a air bubble or potion of some sort and you have lil underwater adventures/dates n cove shows you all kinds of cool things <3333

he brings you lots of pretty things

if you like jewelry, he has his dad help him string up some pearls into a necklace or bracelet. or even better an anklet

+ if you're dating/crushing on each other

he'll do his little mermaid mating and courting rituals

like bringing you food

(will show up on your doorstep in the middle of the night w a big fish he caught or some breakfast derek smuggled him (cove doesn't keep many coins since mer-currency is more like sand-dollars or smth like coins made out of ore only found in the sea. the ore is good for nothing else than to be coins LOL))

OH MY GOD HE CAN CHIRP N SHIT

will chirp n shrill and do other cute mer sounds that you don't really know what they mean sometimes

COVE: *watching you dreamily* MC: *flustered from the staring* what?... COVE: *flirtatious chirp*

[prose-for-hire]

hey, saw that your requests were open for halloween! first of all I'd like to say that I absolutely adore your writing, you always nail the personality of the characters you are writing and the "reader" is always delightful.

that said, I'd like to request a Wesley halloween fic, (maybe in a au universe where Connor never got taken away and Wesley never had a fallout with the team) where Wesley and reader go with little Connor (or a small kid of their own), to trick or treat and some real monster hunting shenanigans ensue.

thanks for considering!

Thank you sm lovely !! Such a big compliment I really appreciate this! 💖

(Mention of potentially having kids together no mention of pregnancy/etc)

Here we go! I did a little mini ficlet for this one, hope that’s okay! Cordy is still around as well 🦇

You were at your desk, yawning when he arrived. Wes had and uncharacteristic day off and he had been given a very specific instruction.

Judging by the bag he had managed to get what you had asked for. You grinned, getting up and launching yourself at him and giving him an all encompassing hug.

You had been together for a few years now. You loved him deeply.

“Could I steal your baby?” Wesley asked and you smiled softly. He looked a little awkward at the way he had phrased it but you squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.

“Sorry!?” Angel almost spat out his blood all over you.

“We want to borrow Connor for a very special human tradition.” You explained.

“No”

“Well, you don’t exactly know what it is yet”

“If it’s trick or treating Cordelia already asked and the answer’s no”

“But… look!” You took out a tiny pumpkin costume with an even tinier hat that acted like the stalk.

“It would be cruel not to, really” Wesley agreed, sliding his hand around your shoulder and you both smiled slightly too sweetly to try and convince your boss.

Angel rolled his eyes and thankfully agreed. You both pretended not to see Angel as he tailed you both. You knocked on people’s doors and said “trick or treat!” And pointed out different costumes to Connor and made him laugh so he didn’t get scared.

Wesley was always a little apprehensive when knocking and you found it very cute. There was something slightly awkward about asking for something from stranger’s even though he liked the tradition. Especially because you did.

There was something so domestic about it. Watching Wes carrying Connor and holding his little hand made you smile wide.

After a while, you took him, swapping the massive bag of candy (that you would help Connor out with) for the sweet baby. He watched you closely, how gentle you were with him. How loving.

“I adore this”

“Hm?” You asked distractedly as you cuddled Connor, stroking his head.

“Seeing you with Connor”

“Maybe we should have our own little pumpkin one day” you said softly. You had said it so casually but your heart was racing. You had never really discussed that sort of thing. Your future together.

You loved him. You truly did.

When you looked up from Connor’s head you saw the look in his eyes. The glistening. The wonder.

He wanted nothing else.

He had never thought about his future past being a Watcher. Once he didn’t have that anymore it had been very difficult to see a future for himself.

Until there was you.

He was about to say something. To tell you how he felt.

But he saw something. His demon hunting senses attuned to the area. Angel had seen it too.

It was small, but mean. It was running in the shadows. Circling the three of you.

You recognised it. A gremlin. Crap.

This kind ate babies. And it was coming your way.

“Wes! Quick!”

“I believe a trick is in order” he shouted, whipping out a weapon that you were still unsure where he had been keeping it. Wes swung and left it reeling.

But it was clearly hungry as it charged towards you more determined this time, slashing at your kneecaps.

“You’re not making pumpkin pie out of Connor!” You shouted, kicking at the demon and cradling the baby out of its reach.

Angel ran in growling at the gremlin. For something so small it was very difficult to catch. The two of them kept trying to catch it while you kept the demon out of harm’s reach.

But you lost your footing, tripping, making a strange face as you braced yourself for a fall and screeching. Which made Connor laugh. Suddenly the gremlin stopped covering its ears and cowering. It didn’t like babies laughter. It pained the demon. Weakened it.

You kept making funny faces and Connor kept laughing as Wes joined in beside you. His hands cradling you both as if he wanted to hold you, protect you from the whole world. You made Connor laugh until it was safe. Until Angel had removed the threat.

It was certainly an eventful Halloween. And Wes held you a little closer that night when you slid into bed beside him, your arms firmly wrapped around his body. You slid into a deep sleep long after he managed to find the right words to tell you just how much he wanted a family with you.

[inamagicalhallucination]

Ok so for that 'famous bsd au' like. How would you describe chuuyas music. Also when aku made the new collection that was (not) different and out of place or whatever what was gins reaction. Also what is dazai and oda's relationship. Also did the agency do a huge collab together and if so what kind of song. Also I adore this au sm you don't even know

part 1 of famous bsd au

this took a long time becuz my first thought was hoe anthems im not gonna lie

anyway - i see chuuya as a rock artist but im flexible with that becuz im pretty sure i think that becuz his voice actors band is jrock so

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okay so i imagine that despite the akutagawas working together they dont always work on each collection together though they do always have the other review it

so yeah ryuu essentially locked himself up and came up with this line and then showed it to gin who pretended not to know it was inspired by the singer her brother hangs out with and casually wondered if they could get atsushi to model these since they'd look good on him while internally wondering how her brother could possibly think he's being subtle

atsushi agreed obviously

but did he notice that the entire collection looked like him as a color palatte and him as clothes in general ?

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oda's the guy who turned 18 and immediately got custody of the weird bandaged 13 yrs old kid who he sometimes saw and occasionally talked to

maybe he saw mini dazai near an adult location - bar, casino - take ur pick and was like "aren't you a little too young to be here"

and dazai was like "what r u my dad?"

and oda was like "bet" and then took him in when he turned 18

and then 13-14 yrs old dazai somehow found and brought in 9-10 atsushi but i havent worked that part out but to be honest im leaning into dazai just spotting him and thinking 'oh that thing looks like a cat' and then taking him home - you might remember this post

so yeah oda and dazai are like brothers ig but more technically oda's dazai's guardian

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since not everyone is a singer it wouldnt be like all of them singing - at least theyd never release it

dazai in particular only ever released like one album when he was w/ the pm and it was only to compete w/ chuuya and thats it and after that doesnt release music on his own

but they do work on music together - its hard for me to not imagine them collaborating however they want like they do in canon

hmmm that doesnt' mean they dont record obnoxious christmas jingles and personalized birthday songs and the such for each other of course

[vampirecatsw]

*CLAPS HANDS AND RUBS THEM TOGETHER* NOW THAT I'M FINISHED ANSWERING YOUR ASK, CYN. (BLESS YOU, BLESS YOU!) PLEASE DO THE CHARACTER OPINION BINGO FOR KAITO, AOKO, SHINICHI, AND RAN. PRETTY PLEASE. MAY YOUR DAY BE SPECTACULAR!

Hi! Here's my ask with drawings (of various quality, you can see as I drew more I got more into the swing HAAHHAH. That's what I get for being so rusty - I don't actually draw that often.) The colours I used are ones I associate with the characters!

ft. my very informal writing style, probably like a thousand typos because I'm typing this at 1am, and many shoutouts to amazing dcmk creators 🥰

Also, please check out Anna's ask! https://akai-anna.tumblr.com/post/739521989281234944/hey-there-my-lovely-mutual-3-3-i-love-when-you

Anna, you're so lovely, fr. I hope this makes you giggle and swing your feet, I had such a fun time thinking about them! I added my own flair with my drawings <3

Feel free to ask me to decipher any handwriting

P.s. That character with the hat you'll see is my sona! I'm calling him Sol because that's another online name I seem to take up often. Feel free to call me Sol as well!

(Shameless plug: Check out my art blog - cyndraws - if you like my art! Also, it has some au ramblings too ^v^. https://cyndraws.tumblr.com/)

KAITO

Bingo count: 4 (well, If I ticked only more more box, I could have extra bingos for almost every extra box I ticked haha...)

The art: I gave up at first and just drew him as a stick figure. Then I added clothes to him, that's why he's so proportionally off,,, My beloved blorbo, I feel like I did you so dirty 😭

Fun challenge: Guess what I was inspired by when I drew Kaito's and Aoko's outfits.

I'm literally in love with him no joke. The love is too intense aughhdfk. What kind of love? Yes. I would do anything for him. I'd be so clingy fr.

Headcanons? Sooo many. Not even a joke. They're too integrated into my brain at this point so yeah haha

His HANDS. Slim and very fast and flexible. They have callouses - screw smooth hands. Callouses as a sign of his hard work throughout his entire life.

Fox? He's a fox. So silly, little trickster. https://www.tumblr.com/cyndraws/739418480470851584/look-me-in-the-eyes-and-tell-me-kaito-isnt-a-fox

Let's just link my simping art here too: https://www.tumblr.com/cyndraws/739224275061456896/im-such-a-simp-help-me-kaito-simps-unite-pls Please let me squish his cheeks please...PLEASE

Bonus: Old character opinion bingo for Kaito: https://cyndraws.tumblr.com/post/739190201679757312/everyone-if-im-going-to-expose-myself-as-a-kaito I got over the fear 👍 It's from a while back, like maybe... 2022? idk

I love unhinged Kaito

Gender? Please. I'll take any masc at this point HAHAH

Canon isn't real - Like it's amazing but also like... underwhelming. *Shakes it vigorously* GIVE ME MORE. MORE EKODA GANG. MORE SUPPORT FOR KAITO. LET KAITO CRY. I WANT MORE WORLD BUILDING ON AKAKO AND TO SEE THE KUROBA FAMILY MORE (+ a billion more requests.) PLEASE GOSHO IM BEGGING

(It's ok, I got the fics for these cravings 👍)

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2. AOKO

Bingo count: 0

Wow. I realised just how little brain space I dedicate to her... but she's also so silly. I love her so much. She's a great character to pair up with Kaito (for any relationships, I love when they're having fun together.) She doesn't need more suffering <3

I love sm how in MK1412 they added extra scenes of the Ekoda gang! And Aoko looks so cute in it! (everyone else? ... it varies)

Snowball fight! ^

Now this is a hella hot take but I personally think KaiAo is much more interesting than ShinRan (for me). And fun too, because I've always been drawn to fun and teasing dynamics like these over the more romantic ones (if you get what I mean by more romantic). KaiAo and Shinran both are such wonderful couples though. *Bangs fists on table* THEY'RE BOTH SO UNBEARABLE CUTEEE

Someone told me I have very similar vibes to Aoko and I've been reevaluating myself XDD. No but I can see it. I think we have a similar energy (in my brain at least, I'm much more tired when I go out) and even preferred fashion.

Would give her a kiss anytime. Definitely. Let's go out on a picnic and have a fun hangout. We would be good friends.

Aolele theory by alizardjae: Please check it out!!! https://alizardjae.tumblr.com/post/134111960564/alright-finally-got-around-to-writing-this-thing Basically it's the summary I wrote up there. I whole heartedly believe in it, because it's a fun theory and I've done it before myself (...ehem annoying relatives) - so it's definitely believable. And I love the idea of Aoko Holmes being carried over from Nonchalant Lupin (<- Prototype of Magic Kaito. It's a fun read!)

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3. SHINICHI/CONAN

Bingo count: 4

Drawing was inspired by that scene where Conan gets suspicious of Hanzawa-san (from The Culprit Hanzawa, a spinoff of dcmk.)

Ok, so the thing is, I have a very strange relationship with him.

He's so silly, right? He so fun, he's adorable, so caring and well meaning, but I'm scared of him. I wouldn't want to meet him. I'm terrified even though he's so nice 😭. So I'd rather observe from a distance (hence the drawing ^ but I'd definitely set off his senses a lot.)

(What does it say about me that I'm scared of Shin/Cone but not Kaito? I'm working on overcoming my fear of Conan/Shin, I promise *on my hands and knees* I REALLY AM)

(My irl friend understands why I'm so terrified, I've explained the crazy stunts he's done and his very illegal spy equipment to them... they actually got a nightmare about Conan that night. He's such a law breaking little gremlin (affectionate)) So...no kisses for you, detective... only because I'm too intimidated 😭 But I'll gladly make content dedicated to you and fawn over you <3

If it's not already obvious, Kai > Shin/Cone for me. But he's definitely a close second.

Shin's/Cone's aesthetic? So peak. His detective work and general vibes with the series is so banging. That clean formal attire - I love wearing more formal stuff out. Being judged for it? At this point I don't really care hahaha. His mismatching outfits are so endearing, but I don't really vibe with them.

Canon is kinda frustrating for me. Well, as usual, I love to pick out the pieces I love and keep them dear to my heart. Ugh I want more identity issues and character relationship focuses. And more Shinran, this is literally ridiculous for slowburn lol.

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4. RAN

Bingo count: 0

I drew a masterpiece for her. As she deserves 🥰. (Fun fact, this is the first time I've drawn her properly.)

Drawing inspirations:

Sakura Class! It was so adorable. I loved seeing the povs of both Shin and Ran. The Sakura couple,,, 🥺🥺 why are they so cute

LavenderTowne! Her art is amazing and her art tips are always so helpful: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCD4XIm3ZFhT72WjqhIXMN9w

In particular, I used these two tutorials: Easy Background: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Zw5oB-ir5R0 Easy Lighting: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/shWoTarp_Vk

*ehem* Back to our ask now

Ran is so lovely! Such a queen, so adorable, such an icon! Have you seen her puff out her cheeks in chapter 1120? (+ many other instances of her being cute of course.)

(^ well, now you've seen it)

I love her with sass! It's so funny and fitting for her. And paired with her badassness? Wow. She's amazing. She has such a big heart too <3

I can see how Shinichi fell for her at first sight, she really is so pretty and cute. Her smile was such a direct hit to his heart XD

Obligatory shoutouts!:

Amazing Shinran analysis by rabbitsrants: https://www.tumblr.com/rabbitsrants/737479648281329664?source=share

Really REALLY cute Shinran art by detshin: https://www.tumblr.com/detshin/734222664310358016?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/detshin/734913462286909440?source=share Their blog also has really cute Shinran content!

For some reason, I associate the english localised names to the more sarcastic and witty characterisations in the funimation dub. That's why I wrote Rachel.

Maybe it's because of halfpenny_jones's amazing characterisation: https://archiveofourown.org/users/halfpenny_jones/pseuds/halfpenny_jones/works?fandom_id=964594 Please check out their works too!

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That's the end~ Thanks so much for asking! It was so enjoyable to ponder and draw. And I'll always take opportunities to talk about them.

Feel free to chat again whenever you feel like it <3 And also, feel free to ask about many other things too, like more character bingos or aus if you find them interesting. I hope you also enjoy them if you go through them.

See you next illusion~

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Someone gift me baby karasu with a bow that’s the only thing I’ll ever reply with when people ask me what I want LMAOO

I def wanna see them pro but something about seeing the pro would also feel bittersweet to me somehow?? Idk like now that they’re pro we KNOW it’s over but errrr idk I don’t have a better solution HAHA im ngl I was into kuroko no basket for awhile but it was way after it ended and I almost died with how the fandom was kinda inactive and lack of content im just glad that since BLLK is ongoing now it won’t be as barren lolol

I would tell you to search it up but you’re gonna wanna burn your eyes after…I only heard of it via booktok (Idek how I landed there because I don’t rlly read that much now either nor do I interact or follow any book accs? Thank god I’m out now I wonder if maybe some ppl just went viral) but oh my god why would you think of writing such a thing??? I honestly don’t have an issue with dark content either since I think it allows more exploration of deeper topics sometimes but idek the door and pillow thing wasn’t even dark topic it’s just..??? ???????? ????? I don’t know what to say but you’re on the dot with weird smut

Im hopeful that s2 will def get things going again!!! Like pls fill up Ao3 too like why’s there nothing there.

You’re so right….a very good choice on your end LMAO he def doesn’t fit the arranged marriage trope as well and his canon ninja background was the perfect set up for this!!!

OOOO IM EXCITED LMAOAOA can’t wait to see tabieitaken hollyhock au style…

OOOOOO WAIT THATS SO COOL?!?! On my toes waiting for the next installment o7 (also for whatever reason I think it’s so funny when people go [redacted] I laughed so hard maybe my humors broken)

Oops I meant the cursed child trope in the sense that everyone (or those around them) believe in it LMAOAO I think it’s more interesting when people around them buy into that myth and make their life hard as opposed to just flat out actual misfortune whoopsie

KARASU APPEARANCE no because I was thinking too like…is Mira gonna add Karasu…or are we omitting for the sake of keeping karasu a main lead type of thing…LMAO can’t wait though!!!

-Karasu anon

BABY KARASU W A BOW all i want for christmas is HIM!! he’s just a princess fr i love him sm

watching a fandom slowly die after the source material ends is the WORST at least the anime/epinagi are much further behind from the main manga so it’ll be a while before it’s over!! some series do stay generally popular even afterwards so hopefully bllk is one of those 👆🏻

HELP I JUST LOOKED UP THE PILLOW ONE WTF 😭 that’s not even dark that’s just bizarre…where are these people getting their ideas from 😔

i feel like jjk also blew up heavily with season 2 coming out (although tbf it was already hugely popular) so i think (hope) bllk will be the same!! obv not to the same extent as jjk because whatever is going on there is like unprecedented levels of popularity but for sure i do think more people will get into it now that more characters will be there and there’ll be more content

YES like otoya being a lord or highborn just doesn’t have the right ring to it!! he’s too unserious i could not see him being dignified or dutiful esp not in an arranged marriage scenario where he doesn’t even care abt his wife that much. karasu or yukimiya 100% (more so yuki but karasu could make it work i think). ninjas tended to be lowborn/peasants too so it’ll be interesting to juxtapose him and y/n + show him interacting with a lot of the characters who ARE more noble (y/n, yuki, etc).

TABIEITAKEN HOLLYHOCK AU MY FAVORITE MORALLY GREY ASSHOLES 💖 there is not one good person in that fic (except maybe anri) just some characters you do root for and some you don’t HAHA i’m excited for all of the reveals and character development i think it’s going to be sooo fun

YESS it’ll be clearer once i finish the story where i got my inspiration from. i love drawing from history as an inspiration!! like ofc i’m not going to go word for word but it’s nice to have something that i can reference if needed and build my own plot off of. i def think it makes hollyhock unique…like a) it’s a fic w OTOYA as the main love interest (not the usual suspects itoshi bros) and also it’s set in a relatively unusual setting + is engaging with a generally overlooked aspect of that time period. like forget being a weak lady who falls in love w her arranged marriage husband 🥱 y/n is scheming plotting killing etc etc (or at least she will be eventually). i love mcs who are just a little Not Normal and i really think this y/n is like that!! as shown when she was completely willing to sacrifice her half brother if it meant living. like yes 100% he’s an ass but also girl that’s still an entire life you do NOT gaf abt 😭 omg and otoya when he heard her say that…bro realized he had finally found someone to match his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 💖 truly the otp we all never needed

ooh yes i do think y/n is a victim of that trope while she’s staying w the hiiragis!! although as much of it is just them hating on her because they hate that she’s such an embarrassment to them…i’m excited to show how other characters (otoya and co) react to the circumstances that make the hiiragis hate her!! it’ll def be interesting (and also a lot of it is based in actual japanese mythology/tradition…despite my disclaimer i actually do enjoy researching and sprinkling in details like that!! i just had that in there in case some historian type of person came to my comments freaking out abt how something or another isn’t accurate 😭)

i feel like karasu HAS to be there HAHAHA it truly wouldn’t be otoya if his bestie isn’t present especially since yuki exists in-universe too!! he’s also going to be super important to the story but it will break my heart knowing that things w him will never be romantic 😔 though honestly “romantic” is a stretch even for y/n’s eventual relationship w eita 😰 it will be intense and passionate and pining and many other such things but unfortunately with all of the political nonsense they’re up to (unifying the warring states and whatnot) there won’t be too much time for a healthy proper relationship. long story short expect a slow burn 😈

ALSO BTW I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE INVESTED IN THE STORY writing fics for random characters is sooo hard sometimes because there’s usually not a lot of engagement/feedback 🤒 as long as i have even one reader who likes to yap w me i can usually manage it though so i am very grateful for you bae 🫶🏻 doing the otoya nation a great service

[yandere-daze]

the last post omg !! i love the idea sm!! not to mention yandere enstars self aware au in general ugh i could read thru this series all day 😩😩 the scenarios and characterizations r just so amazing ^^

but talking abt the last post, i think itd be really interesting to see what the player wrote in their diary!! like anzu is sharing what the player wrote, and theres stuff like "[character(s)] used to be my favorite, but it seems like theyre really mean/different/unempathetic in real life and i dont know how to feel anymore" or "i really want to go back home, and if i do ill probably delete enstars because i cant look at these characters the same way" "these arent the characters i fell in love with"

like the panic !!! the guilt!! the namechecking LMAOOA and if the player mentions one character specifically the rest would be quick to lash out on them even though they werent any better. and if to distract themselves the isekai'd player downloads another game to replace enstars......like "i downloaded project sekai/bandori/twst etc to try and forget abt enstars" and they go crazy 😭😭😭

Awww thank you so much for the sweet words, they really do mean a lot! I´m glad you´re enjoying the AU ^^

This ask is referring to this

gn reader

tw yandere, mention of player being treated badly

How do the characters react to the contents of your diary? How do they feel about seeing you be so miserable?

Well, what you wrote in your diary of course depends on the person as some might be more comfortable with sharing all of their thoughts than others. I do think it´s very likely that you would rant about your terrible experiences here though and how awful you feel with the way eveyone is treating you! I mean it´s only natural, right? You´ve loved these characters for so long and now they´re being so horrible to you!

You only have the twins to talk to and even they feel sort of...off. I mean they look almost exactly like you, isn´t that crazy?? So you turned to your diary and started venting

Of course there is going to be a huge uproar once Anzu finds your diary and shows everyone. They immediately feel horrible and very guilty about the way they treated you all this time. They thought you were at fault for their beloved player disappearing but you actually are the player! They put you through all of this when you didn´t do anything wrong at all

So they need to know. They need to know what you think and feel so they can try to convince themselves that there is still hope. Everyone is hoping that maybe your view of them in particular wasn´t quite as bad.

They all panic so much when they read your entries, when you recount how everyone either ignores you or is actively malicious. You loved all of these characters so much but how are you supposed to feel now? You liked them  but now they showed their true face. You just wish that you could escape it all and go back home so you´ll never have to think about them again. You´re so hurt and every day you can´t help but wonder if you did something wrong to draw everyone´s ire.

With every word that is read, their heart starts breaking more and more. They love you, they´re supposed to make you happy! But you´re actually miserable because of them..

You can bet that diary is going to be ripped out of Anzu´s hands because everyone wants to take a look and see if they were mentioned by name. What do you think about them? Do you hate them now? Oh, they simply can´t bear the thought!

They don´t want to believe that all hope is lost.... so yes, if there is one person in particular that was mentioned a lot then everyone is going to gang up against them. They know they weren´t any better, that they hurt you just as much, but they want to have someone they can push the blame onto. As long as there is another person you hate more than them, they can keep on going. They can act as if they weren´t the ones to make you feel so miserable.

Because they love you! They adore you more than anyone else! They´re so so sorry, please let them make it up to you! Don´t delete the game! Please please please don´t install a different game, don´t replace them!

[zeawoo]

She looks just like a dream

—yang jungwon

PAIRING ▸ StudentCouncilPresident!NextDoorNeighbor!Jungwon x Fem!reader

GENRE ▸ fluff, lowkey crack, angst if you look closely, acquaintances to lovers (not really)

SUMMARY ▸ When you find out the oh-so-reputable Jungwon is awake in the middle of the night, you force him out of the house on an impromptu midnight walk

WORDCOUNT ▸ 1.38K

DISCLAIMERS & TAGS ▸ strong language, written in 2nd person, sm!au-ish? starts off with crack, Y/n is a threat to society, mint choco iced coffee (derogatory), hints at Y/n being an insomniac, banter (?), nicknames, don’t skip school!

You giggle like a madwoman as you read Jungwon's latest text message, enthusiastically throwing the covers off and hopping out of bed. Were you in your right mind? Probably not but hey, at least you have something to do now instead of rolling around in bed in attempt to eventually fall asleep. It wasn't worth it. Especially if you were going to end up awake again in less than an hour. That's just how it is for you. Some days you sleep like a baby, speeding through 10 hours of sleep as if it were nothing. But for the most part, you barely even got 6 hours of shut-eye.

And today was one of those days.

You suck in a sharp breath as you slowly open the bedroom door, peeking your head out to make sure your parents or sister aren’t up. Your body relaxes when you can't detect any light from under their doors. Let's pray Heejin is sleeping and not texting her not-so-secret boyfriend right now or else I'm screwed.

The fuzzy bear print socks you decided to put on earlier are a blessing in disguise as you tiptoe your way downstairs and slip on your Vans. Patting your sweatpants pockets to make sure you have your keys and Airpods, you close the door behind you and skip over next door where your neighbor is already waiting. Jungwon's hands are stuffed in his hoodie pocket as he huffs out a few breaths, gazing up at the star-dusted night. He’s wearing a dark blue hoodie and grey sweatpants. The backpack on his shoulders makes your raise a brow in curiosity but you ignore mentioning it.

"Well if it isn't Decelis' student council president." You chirp out from afar, which makes the boy snap his gaze to you. A very faint smile tugs at his lips as you approach him giddily.

"Jeon Y/n. The one and only." His dimples make and appearance, which almost takes you by surprise. After all, who willingly smile after being forced to go on an impromptu walk in the middle of the night? Not you at least. You know you wouldn't but hey, at least you have company. "Where to?"

"Snacks. I’m hungry!” Your smile grows wider as your quickly hook your arm with Jungwon’s and drag him along with you. The boy almost trips from the sudden force, shaking his head at your weird antics. He wondered if people were even out at this hour. And if there were, how many would think the pair were running away from home?

It isn’t hard to be assumed as such, seeing as the girl before he had a big appetite and would most probably raid the nearest convenience store, coming out with her arms full of snacks. Jungwon lets out an airy chuckle. Oh gosh, what have I gotten myself into? We’re not even that close I’m surprised she’s so comfortable around me.

Truth is, you and Jungwon weren’t close at all. Not even friends. Simply acquaintances who seldom shared short conversations because they had mutual friends. You didn’t care though, it was only a matter of time before you’d end up completely chill around Jungwon. That’s just how you are. No matter who you’re with, you treat them like a close friend.

“Oh good, there’s no one!” You exclaim when the both of you are near the convenience store. You don’t realize that you’re still holding onto Jungwon until he speaks up behind you.

“Jeez, Jeon. Couldn’t you have walked instead of making me run after you?”

“Oh c’mon, prez, you could’ve let go.”

“I would’ve if you weren’t holding my arm so tight!”

Jungwon glares and you can only stick your tongue out at him before running into the store and grabbing all your favorite snacks. You don’t have to turn around to know that he’s right behind you. A mischievous grin takes over your lips and you grab a drink, spinning around and shoving it into the poor boy’s face.

It takes Jungwon a second to realize what you’re holding but when he does, disgust paints his features and you can only laugh at him.

“Mint choco iced coffee? that’s a serious threat to society. I mean who would voluntarily drink that?” Jungwon mutters, which makes you giggle as you put it back to its original place.

“Oh c’mon Yang, mint choco isn’t that bad,” You hand him the basket full of food and pick out something for him. You can only recall him walking around school with chocolate milk so that’s what you pick along with his favorite ice cream.

You quickly finish up and pay for your things. Jungwon doesn’t say a word until you both get out of the store. “Here let me hold it.” He takes the plastic bag from your hands. After all, it’s the least he could do.

After a while, the two of you end up at a park. You sit down under a tree and watch curiously as Jungwon pulls out a blanket and lays it down. He gestures you to sit on it, which makes you let out a teasing oohh.

“The model student is prepared for anything, I see.” He rolls his eyes at your remark and you bark out a laugh at his reaction. Nonetheless, you scoot over next to him and take out the things you bought.

“Ice cream? It’s pretty cold though and you’re not wearing a jacket. You sure you’re gonna be okay, Jeon?”

“It’s for you, prez.” You roll your eyes at him and hand the boy his drink and ice cream.

“Huh, didn’t know you knew what my favorite flavor was.”

“Won, you go around buying literal tubs of this stuff, even a stranger would know.”

“Touché, Jeon.”

After a while, you lay down and prop your head on one of Jungwon’s crossed legs. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable by you doing so, so you take it as a sign that he’s okay with it. The way he relaxes by rolling his shoulders back and leaning on the tree only confirms your thought.

“So, prez, why couldn’t you sleep?” The question makes the boy look down at you. He contemplates before answering.

“Just stressed out with the student council stuff, I have to take charge of everything since as you very much know, I’m the president.”

The snarky remark at the end makes you roll your eyes at him as he chuckles.

“Then just- stop. Take a break. You deserve it, Yang. Hell, just skip school for a day. It won’t hurt, besides it’s Thursday— wait no Friday.”

The boy wasn’t expecting your answer and you can tell by the way he tenses up. Jungwon was always hardworking, that was no doubt. But people never seemed to realize how much he worked hard. Sometimes he overworks himself so much his body can’t take it. And it seems like you were the first person to notice and that makes him smile.

“Since when does Jeon Y/n give such good advice? And no, Jeon I’m not skipping school.”

“Well you know, I’m just that amazing. Be grateful I’m doing this for free, Yang. Not everyone gets advice from the legendary Y/n.”

“Right,” He chuckles, shaking his head lightly. “Of course, Jeon.”

You don’t know how much time you two spend relaxing in comforting silence. Heck, you’re sure everything around you is frozen. At least until Jungwon pulls a blanket from his bag and drapes it over your body. You mumble out a quick “thanks” but the tiredness is catching up to you, surprisingly. You don’t even realize you’ve fallen asleep in a matter of seconds. Everything around you goes black, but you can still feel the comforting warmth radiating from Jungwon’s body.

That’s when the boy takes out his journal and starts jotting down some stuff in it. He writes a few sentences before stopping to look at you, an unconscious smile growing at his lips. His pen starts to move again and he decides that maybe he’ll call in sick as long as you’re willing to skip school with him. But he’ll have to ask you that in the morning.

“3:01 AM. She looks just like a dream. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

[fatuismooches]

Compilation of Anon Asks (Part 1)

I have a BUNCH of sweet anons in my ask box frequently but I usually don't have the time to answer everyone so in this post I'm just going to be screenshotting the asks and putting my responses underneath. Not every ask is here since it'll get too long but yeah I'll make other parts soon. Kind of long, but may be worth it since I ramble a lot about cute Harbinger stuff and personal hcs so yea :)

As someone who also headcanons Childe to be cuddly af as well, this hurts me to my core😭 Like I just know this man would not give you a break you'd be trying to do literally anything and his arms would be snug around your waist, and he would not let go for anything 💀

As such, you are very correct when you say he'd have a hard time with a nontouchy lover. Childe's pretty disheartened at first. But is there a specific reason you don't like being touched? Maybe he can get you to explain? Maybe you can at least link pinkies with him? He's starving over here. Of course, he would 100% respect your boundaries, but he'd be very sad :( Boy would have to get real creative with his love otherwise he might explode.

♿️🛐 That's what I think. More seriously though, this idea has a lot of cute fluffy potential, thinking about how this would be nice in maybe an olden times AU (pls idk the names) 💓 I'm thinking that they hid their true identity from you for a long time - you looked so fragile and helpless, and lived all alone - perhaps they were eyeing you up because your blood seemed so sweet, more than the average person even.

But even though they have much opportunities to take you, they don't. It seems that they have fallen in love with you somehow, and they can't bear to reveal their true form to you now. Until you somehow stumble upon them dizzy, completely needy for your blood. No matter how much they feasted on others, their throats still burned for your blood. Some would be more resistant and tell you to get away from them now. But all of them in the end, are clinging desperately to your shoulders, begging you for your blood and love otherwise they may go mad. If you accept, well... you'll belong to them forever👀

(Would they turn you into a vampire?? Some of them definitely would I think, like Scaramouche and Dottore who want you to be with them for all eternity. Others would be conflicted over you keeping your precious humanity vs wanting to claim you as theirs.. :()

(I don't know much about vampires other than that I played Ikemen Vampire before so excuse me😭)

PLEASE I love this! At first you have no idea whether Capitano is unamused or unaffected by you cuz all you can see is the pitch darkness of his helmet covering his face so you end up dying a little inside cuz you don't really know how to act now. But little do you know internally he's wondering how it's possible for one person to be so sweet and cute. Poor man doesn't know how to express his feelings in any other way besides unintentionally staring at you menacingly and then patting you awkwardly.

This is fiction, anytime is possible 🛐🛐 He gets embarrassed when his kid makes fun of him for his first meeting with you 😭 (Would he let his kid meet Ei?😭 She would probably feed them sweets behind his back </3 Yae teaches his kid how to be mischievous)

Ngl, Scara as a dad is very interesting :( I feel as though he'd want to give his kid a lot of attention due to how much he suffered from feeling as though he was abandoned by his creator, but at the same time the only person who taught him how to love is reader so he isn't sure how to properly express his feelings to his kid and might end up staying away for a bit :( </3

Scara fic is on the backburner for now, I think I will wait until 3.2/3.3 to finish it, or when I have a long slot of free time💀 But I love my boy sm <33

Your Capitano brainrot always amuses me, I love to see it 😭💓 I can't wait for solid info on him to come out, bc you deserve accurate fanfics with your man

You know, I always wonder how you and other Harbinger lovers survive with such little content on most of them😭 This includes me but are y'all doing ok?

The way you are so right 🥝 anon... Maybe he'd been conditioned for years to keep a poker face and be trained for war and negotiation so he's always like😐😕, a sharp contrast from your wide variety of emotions.

Even with the mask on you can sense sometimes his emotions, it's not too bad when you get to know him because in the presence of others, you know it's just his usual face. But with you it can either be - a weird form of smiling, a downward mouth due to concern for you, or his usual face.

Seeing him watch you without his helmet on for the first time is such an experience😭 He be looking at you and you're a bit scared cuz his face is not very inviting and you question him and he's like ? in his head he thinks that he's looking at you affectionately and you're like THATS UR FACIAL EXPRESSION FOR AFFECTION??

Imagine taking your hands and pulling up his lips to form a smile and his mouth droops immediately lol

[lolibles]

"someone might catch us!" | kazuha

character: highschool au!kazuha

pure fluff, complete brainrot

synopsis: in a secret relationship with kazuha

honestly it kinda just happened

you and kazuha didn't need to hide your relationship so you didn't particularly know why it was kept a secret- maybe it was because you didn't know how to tell anyone or bring it up

but if you ask kazuha he would probably say because it was exciting

there was an element of risk yet there was nothing to risk

kazuha once said it felt like some sort of forbidden love- like you were his princess and he was your samurai who was meant to protect you but ended up falling in love instead.

it was sort of like a little game you and kazuha played

stealing glances when passing one another in the hallway, fleeting kisses when you believed no one was watching

sometimes you would sneak off onto the roof to spend lunch with him, or when class ended much later than usual kazuha would most definitely walk you home to make sure you were safe

kazuha also loved to write little love poems and haikus and place them in your locker

they were not signed but there was only one person who had such a way with his words- kazuha of course

some of your friends found out about this 'secret admirer' and wouldn't stop asking about it

often making guesses to who it is- though they've never got it right

You sat by the window barely listening to the chattering of your friends due to the gloomy weather that caught your attention.

"Hey! Y/n are you even listening?" One of your friends grabbed onto your shoulders and gave it a violent shake. Earning an eruption of laughter from the rest of your friends.

"Are you going to show us what was written today? Come on don't make us wait!" They cheered, leaning closer to you in union. You smiled and reached into your pocket, pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper.

"The rain is falling.

Just like how I fell for you.

When will you fall too?"

You read, a small blush appeared on your cheeks. As you watched your friends gush over the haiku, you noticed a familiar boy walk past your desk. Giving you a little smile.

"Another haiku? I wonder who this secret poet might be." Kazuha teased, his lips curled into a subtle smirk. A giggle escaped your lips as you mouthed to him,

"I think I know." Waving him goodbye as he walked away.

one thing kazuha did not like was confessions.

this boy is a absolute gentleman, and a good looking one at that.

not to mention he was in the school band, so it wasn't shocking to find out that many girls swooned over him

he'd definitely reject them, but that meant that he'd be notorious for rejecting girls- which doesn't sound very nice

it also doesn't make you feel very good, in all honesty you didn't blame him but there were times you felt like there was a small chance he'd see something better in those other girls.

kazuha hates how this made you feel, and he'd feel so bad about it

eventually kazuha ended up saying he was already in a relationship with someone he loved.

and this became such a big rumor amongst every student in the school.

when you first heard it the only thing going through your mind was that he said he loved you.

The moment you saw Kazuha turn the corner in the school hallways, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an empty classroom. Your face was flushed red as you stared into his crimson eyes, not releasing the grip on his hand.

"Is something wrong?" Kazuha asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Never had you been so bold in school, it was either you were very upset or someone drugged you.

"Is it true?" Your voice came out as a soft whisper. Your eyes were big and full of anticipation. 'Cute' he thought.

"What are you talking abou-" Before he could even finish, you interrupted him.

"You said you loved me!" You mumbled, at this point you were sure your cheeks were going to be stained a cherry color for the next ten years. You lowered your head, unable to keep eye contact with him.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, his hands gently reached to tilt your head to face him again.

"Ah, so that's what your worried about?" You could sense his smile through his words.

"But if you really want to know my answer..." Kazuha leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips. This wasn't like any other kiss you and Kazuha shared in school before, it wasn't fleeting or felt like it needed to be quick- instead it was rather intimate and lingered for a much longer time. As he pulled back you felt his breath on your lips, sending shivers down your spine. You didn't know when but your hands already found their way around his neck, and his hands slithered around your waist.

"You aren't being fair." You huffed.

"Sorry my love." He smiled.

idk what this is, been thinking about highschool! au genshin recently and omg like i have this whole scenario in my head which im gna post about later JUST BECAUSE THE IDEAS R COMING THROUGH RN! but yes i love kazuha sm pls i want to be in a secret rs with him too :(

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you're my baby - xiao, zhongli

summary; one could say that you had a son. others would say they were merely just an adeptus. you would say xiao was both and you weren't alone on that statement.

genre; fluff, slight comedy, wholesome family shit right here, child! xiao, father! xhongli, i mean honestly it's pretty canon and you cannot convince me otherwise, canon divergence, archon! reader, established relationship

word count; 1.06k

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a/n; family au shit is all i need in my life. im so fucking lonely 🤧🤧 but anyways all i can think about is a motherly reader with any "father figure" person and their son or daughter HHGGFGHH i love it sm

"if it isn't my favorite archon." zhongli's smile towards you is soft as his eyes gleam with adoration.

"well, now you're just being too sweet, zhongli." you chuckled. zhongli softly held your hand, moving it up to his lips to kiss your fingers lightly. "all this sudden affection, what happened to the rex lapis i knew?" you joked.

"i am still the rex lapis you know. the archon war has truly been a very big burden that has been released."

"i understand that very well. but there's something that might be making you much more happy than the archon war ending. it has already ended years ago, my dear."

"well, let's just say i have someone you might want to meet." he laced his fingers with yours, "we must head to wangshuu inn though first." and so you both headed to the ever so familiar inn.

"so who am i going to meet?" you asked excitedly.

"well..." zhongli went over to the small dining room next to the kitchen, "come here xiao, there's someone i would like you to meet." you look over and see a small young boy who you assumed was named xiao.

"oh my...archons! he's adorable!" you cooed, moving over to kneel down to xiao's height. the boy hid behind zhongli's leg, only making you coo more. "oh! i'm sorry xiao! i didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart! wait, he's not a lost kid, is he? where did you find him?"

"he's actually an adeptus. at least that is what i want him to be. when he's much older of course." zhongli explained. xiao was still hesitant to move towards you, the young kid seeming very cautious of a new person. "it is okay, xiao, you don't need to be afraid, she is my partner."

"i'm your wife, zhongli. get it correct." you stood up to stare at zhongli.

"well, you're still my partner, are you not? it counts."

"so.. does this mean xiao is our son?"

"i suppose it does." you looked over to xiao and kneeled down to his height once again.

"hello xiao, it's very nice to meet you, sweetie." you smiled softly, you put your hand out. xiao looks at it hesitantly before grabbing you hand. "it must be very weird to say, but i guess you can call me mom!"

xiao visibly relaxes at your calm aura and comforting voice. he slowly steps towards you, holding your hand tightly.

"i'm sure you two will get along very well." zhongli went to move down to xiao's height, the young kid slightly overwhelmed by the sudden attention from his two parents. "i'm sure you'll be a good mother to xiao, y/n."

"xiao, what is your favorite food? does he even have a favorite food, zhongli?" you looked over to your husband who was currently reading a book.

"i don't think he does have a favorite food."

"well, time to test it out. how about i make him my favorite food?" you suggested. it seemed like zhongli wasn't opposed to the idea and xiao was soon by your side, curious as to what you were gonna do. "hello my little adeptus. come 'ere. let me pick you up." you picked him up, he wrapped his arms around your neck and legs around you.

"what are you making?" xiao's small voice looked at all the ingredients on the counter.

"i'm making one of my favorite foods. it's not your father's though but he always likes what i cook." you giggled. "he likes bamboo shoot soup. he makes that a lot. but i don't eat it as much as he does. so i make something else. i'm sure you'll love it." you hummed. xiao watches as you cook. his curiosity at its peak once you had finished cooking it and started to plate it up.

"what is it, mommy?"

"it's almond tofu. i'm pretty sure you would like something very light. it's like a dessert. well, it shouldn't be good to have since you haven't really had dinner but don't tell your father i let you have dessert early."

"i'm still here, my love. i can hear you two." zhongli walked into the kitchen with a small smile on his lips, watching his wife and son bond.

"whoops." you laughed, xiao resting in your arms clearly wanting to try the new food in front of him. "well, i'm done with dessert. would you like to feed xiao, my dear?"

"you and i both know he's more of a mama's boy."

"is he? i never noticed." you snickered. xiao looked at you and zhongli, wondering what the conversation was about. you looked back at xiao, rubbing a finger against his cheek, "come on sweetie, let's try this food, okay?" xiao nodded as you started to sit down on the dining room.

"looks weird.." xiao looked at the dish, poking it with a small hand. "why is it soft?"

"well, tofu is a soft food. and don't say that about a food you've never tried." you scoop a small piece of tofu. "do you wanna try first?"

"mommy, first." he urged you.

"okay! thanks for the meal." you hummed before taking a bite of the tasty dessert. "i haven't eaten this in a long while! maybe i should teach you my own recipe. or even make you a recipe you might like! now are you ready to try, baby?"

xiao hesitantly nodded as you scoop up some tofu, and bring it to his mouth. he opens his mouth, moving towards the spoon to eat the sweet food. he finds it weird that he doesn't need to chew but nonetheless, it's a nice smooth sensation.

"is it good?"

"mm!" xiao nodded. "can i have more?" you smiled, soon offering some more to the small boy. he starts to grab the spoon from you, eating it on his own (albeit he's making a bit of a mess as he does).

"you're so cute, xiao!" you cooed. "you're my baby! you always will be!" you kiss his cheek, xiao suddenly surprised at your affection as he was focused on the dessert.

"don't smother him too much, love. he'll end up being a brat."

"he will live just as long as we will, i can spoil him for as long as i want! he'll have to deal with me if he becomes a brat."

[fischlsbubbletea]

D0 Y0U R3M3MB3R… ☔️

(Giyuu x fem reader | Modern AU)

> 1NF0: AG3 R4T1NG: N/A <3

1NGR3D13NTS: Fluff ! No warnings 🍮 fem/girl y/n ^^ she/her & they/them pronouns used in fic if there are any !! Shy reader !!!

A/N: Hiiii omg I’m so nervous about posting this, this is one of my first few fics, so yeah haha. I know this won’t get much attention haha… I hope you will all like this fanfic as I put a fair amount of work and time into it, mainly because I didn’t know what to write LOL, if you could like it to show that you enjoyed it then I would be over the moon 💕 I’m really sorry if it’s bad, I’m pretty new to writing fics… ALSO, I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE GIYUU SM, HE HAS MY HEART 😭🤧 shiii I just realised I have no clue how to write him, oh well, nvm | I’m not the greatest at writing so please ignore how bad it is TwT <

‘Huff, huff… HUFF’

You arrived at the bookshop that you’d been waiting ages to see, it was the biggest one in Tokyo, the one in your local town paled in comparison to this creme de la creme of bookstores. You can’t believe you actually made it just as the heavy downpour of rain you’d been expecting started to batter the city. You recount what your childhood friend had said about the bookshop, he’d told you when he moved, to go to [bookshop name] and he’d find you again… it’s been so long that you can only remember the nickname you’d given him… ‘Gi’ and his sweet smile you used to hold dear. There’s no way I’ll see him again though, you see that now.

‘Ding’, the doorbell cries out as you open the door. A cold shiver runs through you and instinctively you rub your arms as you look around. Wow what an amazing bookshop… you wonder in and walk over to the [insert favourite genre] section, the one section you visit before anything else, there are so many books in this section. I’ll have to make a habit of coming here.

You are so engrossed in looking at the books that you don’t notice a guy standing right next you and end up crashing into him. You stumble onto him and he - unprepared for a random person falling on him - stumbles back and you end up falling on top of the guy… ‘Arghhh… ow’, oh no… ‘Did I just fall on someone?!?’ you whisper sharply to yourself, you start to freak out. You quickly open your eyes and find you are laying on someone’s body but not like in the movies where you fall on their chest and then your eyes meet and it’s really cute, NO, you have your head on his stomach and not even facing towards the ceiling, your face is embedded in someone’s stomach. ‘AHH!’, you let an embarrassed wail and rush to get your face off the poor guy, your ears start to become hot and redden as you profusely apologise to him, your eyes squint shut from being too embarrassed to face him.

You finally have the courage to open your eyes again slowly once you feel you’ve apologised enough to find a twenty something year old man with black hair pulled back messily into a ponytail, his eyes stare right into yours… seemingly dumbfounded and a light shade of pink covers his cheeks. He’s lying against a bookcase at an angle so awkward that you can’t help but let out a small giggle. You start to blush too. ‘…Sorry, sorry, haha. Are you ok?’ you nervously say to him.

He just sits there in silence.

You shakily stammer out ‘Uhhh p-please answer! Are you ok? Did… did you hit your head?’, worried you did more damage than you thought. ‘Huh- no, I’m fine. Ugh, you hit me pretty hard. Did I… hurt you at all?’ ‘No, no, not at all… rather, it was actually a-a soft landing’ you say to him trying not to laugh. ‘Oh…’ the messy haired guy says processing what you had just said, once he finally realised you’d fallen on his stomach his cheeks turned a dark shade of red, ‘Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to make you embarrassed… Oh yeah, I should help you up shouldn’t I, I’m such an idiot.’.

You rise to your feet and help him up onto his, he wobbly gets up and thanks you. ‘No need to thank me, I was the one who fell on you! Still, your welcome haha. By the way, I didn’t get your name, what is it?’ ‘…Tomioka Giyuu… What’s yours?’ ‘Oh, I’m L/N Y/N.’ ‘You can call me Giyuu if you want to be informal.’ Giyuu says in way that almost sounds like he’s pleading for you to call him by his name. ‘Okay… Giyuu.’.

Standing there awkwardly you begin to notice how good looking Giyuu is…

His messy black hair that beautifully contrasts his pale complexion, his blue eyes you could get lost in, his slender hands that look soft and smooth… You can feel yourself developing some kind of warm feeling, a warm feeling you’d felt once before so long ago, almost like a life time ago. This feeling burns in your chest.

It’s almost like I’ve met him before…

Giyuu’s throat clearing brings you back from your trance like state. Your face starts to feel hot and a lump forms in your throat that renders your ability to talk properly, ‘I-I uhh, you- I mean…’ you stutter out. ‘I-it’s fine… we should both go get some fresh air.’ Giyuu says, light blush still covering his cheeks.

Forgetting that it’s raining the two of you walk to the door. ‘I forgot it was raining…’ Giyuu says nonchalantly with a deadpan expression, you just have to laugh at him, he looks at you in an offended way and he can’t help but at least curl the corners of his lips into a vague smile, from the few minutes you’d spent in near him you’d figured out laughing wasn’t really his style. ‘I have to admit I forgot too though, it’s not just you.’ You tell him with a small giggle, ‘What shall we do then?’, Giyuu turns towards to section we’d just come from and says ‘it’s raining so let’s sit and read for a while.’, ‘Good idea.’.

Giyuu goes and sits down next to a pile of books you assume are his and you pick your book, a [Insert favourite genre] book, and take a seat across from Giyuu. Your eyes catch for a second before you both embarrassedly look away. You start your book but can’t help but steal glances up from your book every few minutes… soon an hour passes, then two.

After hours of getting lost in your book you finally finish to find him sleeping sitting up. Your heart starts to beat fast, he is so cute sleeping. You stare at him for a few minutes taking in all of his beauty, scanning over every little detail…

He wakes up suddenly and looks straight into your eyes, you’d been caught. You quickly look away and pretend you’d just happened to catch his strong gaze by accident which was obviously not the case, the both of you knew but ignored that.

‘I umm, uh sorry haha...’ You nervously mumble. Giyuu starts with ‘How long was I asleep?’, completely ignoring the thing that’d just occurred. You reply awkwardly, ‘Half an hour or so I think…’, ‘Oh… okay’ says visibly bothered.

‘The rain should have st-‘, Giyuu cuts you off…

‘Y/N… I know this is sudden and you probably don’t remember me but… do… you… do you remember me..?’ I remember you like I saw you just yesterday, you used to call me ‘Gi’ because you couldn’t pronounce my name properly...’ your heart starts to race hard, it thumps loudly against your chest, your head spins, what he’d just said shocks you so much you stand up and stutter out ‘I-I… I…’ as you back up, the memories come flooding back crystal clear now, you remember everything. Not knowing how to react you shout ‘I don’t know, sorry- sorry-‘ and run out confusing Giyuu. ‘Wait!’ Giyuu concerned yells after you.

‘DING’ the bell cries after you’d ran out, Giyuu runs out after you and you turn around with tears pricking your eyes. Suddenly warm arms embrace you in a hug, you are shocked and pull away but then you go limp, tears start steadily streaming down your cheeks and onto his chest.

‘You- you left me behind.’ you blubber into his chest, ‘I know… Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to though, you must know that.’ He softly says out of character, ‘I know…’ you quietly reply trying not to sob, ‘I’m sorry, I asked you a stupid question and didn’t even wait for the right moment, it must have been confusing… I was just so happy to see and be around you that I couldn’t hold back any longer.’ ‘It’s ok, I was just shocked…’ you look up to him, sniff and say ‘Sorry… I must look like a snotty mess.’ and then let out laugh. ‘No, don’t talk such nonsense…’

You are beautiful.’ Giyuu gently wipes your tear stained cheeks with a worried look. ‘Please don’t cry anymore Y/N, everything is ok.’ He tells you.

Giyuu whispers ‘Y/N, I’ll never leave you behind again...’.

‘Promise..?’

‘Promise.’

[somedayonbroadway]

Criminal Minds au?

Criminal Minds AU

TW: kidnapping, split personality, beatings

Season 2 Episode 15: Revelations

Race sucked in a breath. He rolled his head on his neck and bit back a whimper when he felt a pain surge through his head. It didn’t help that all he could see was a single lightbulb hanging above him. If Jack hadn't made him watch so many horror movies, Race wouldn’t have even given it much thought, but the memories flooded back to him, hitting him hard. The young man quickly reminded himself that now was not the time to be the kid everyone saw him as. He had to be an agent right now. He could do this. He was trained in combat, he knew how to handle a gun, he was the whiz kid. He could be brave too. He didn’t need to be terrified.

But as the unsub looked over him, Race’s heart sped up. He couldn’t fully open his eyes, but he could still see the troubled man before him, scowling at him. Race looked around for Spot, wondering if he’d gotten hurt too. But Race was alone. “They’re gone.”

The young FBI agent winced as the voice split through his brain. It didn’t matter how quiet it was. “Who?”

“It’s just me now.” Just him. Race didn’t know what that meant. He went to reach for his gun, before he realized he wasn’t just sitting in a chair, he was bound to it, wrists at his side and ankles pulled under the chair, neatly cinched together. He could barely move. There was something awful cooking in the corner. Race tried to see what it was, his eyes automatically drifting to the small stove, but the man in front of him grabbed his chin. “Don’t you look away from a man of God, you lousy little demon!”

Fighting the urge to flinch, Race swallowed hard. “Rafael?” he asked. “The angel, right? The lord, he sent you to deal with his sinners.” That’s what the man believed at least. “Wh-what do you have cooking? Sm-smells like fish—“

“You will learn to hold your tongue in the presence of a holy man,” Rafael growled. “Fish heart and liver help keep away the devil, so you can’t see into my mind.”

With a harsh swallow, Race shook his head. He tried to remind himself he could still breathe. “I can’t read your mind, I study human behavior, it’s all just evidence and data…” the boy closed his mouth when he saw the gun in the man’s hand.

A bullet was held right in front of Race’s face. “Do you know what this is?” Race didn’t dare answer. He wasn’t sure a quick quip wouldn’t get him killed, though it was all that came to mind. “This is God’s will.” He placed the single bullet into the revolver and spun it around till he didn’t know where it was. Race lost sight of it too, and tears began welling up.

Then he pointed it right between the young doctor’s eyes. Maybe Race hated being the kid on the team, maybe he hated the jokes and the way the team would never let him go out alone, but he would kill for one of Jack’s hugs right now, a tussle of his hair from Katherine, a pat on the shoulder from their fearless leader. He held back tears. He wasn’t ready to die. He tried to do the math in his head to calculate the odds. 83.3% chance of survival and all Race could focus on was there other 17.7%. “You don’t have to do this, I can help you.”

“That’s exactly what the Devil would say,” Rafael growled before pulling the trigger.

—

“He’s not here,” the words sent chills down Jack’s spine as Spot stared at the cornfield like he wished it would take him too.

Spot shook his head and looked back at the dogs he’d shot down. “It was all a distraction. I was so stupid—“

“You were being attacked, it wasn’t your fault,” Jack insisted, marching out of the room to try and find any kind of clue of where Dr. Anthony Higgins had been taken to.

—

When the door opened again, Race looked up at the man walking in. The same man who had been there before, but something about him was different, the way he carried himself. He had wood for the fire where the fish were being burned to keep the devil away. Race could feel blood trickling down the side of his head. He wiggled a bit in the ropes that held him still and sniffled. “Who are you?” Race asked. “Tobias?” Tobias. That was the man’s name, the real man’s name. Some would call him a host. He was multiple people living in one, twisted brain.

“Shut up, boy,” the man growled. “No talking.”

It was an order and Race knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. “I j-just wanted to thank you for trying to save me, f-for keeping us safe—“

There was no holding back the flinch that wracked Race’s body when his captor threw a piece of wood over his head. The agent ducked to try and keep his head intact. Then the man was hovering over him, hands on either side of Race’s hips. “Don’t try to lie to me, boy.”

This personality seemed older than the body it was in. Race pressed his legs together, not enjoying how helpless he felt beneath the much larger, very violent man who had him in a very hopeless position. “I would never lie to you,” Race insisted.

“Lying is a sin—“

“I’m not a liar, I’m not a liar,” Race tried as the man reached beneath the chair and untied Race’s leg. The boy kicked at him, knowing it wouldn’t do much good. His shoes were slid off of his feet and the man tightly held one of his ankles. He breathed hard. “Wait! Wait! Please!” His heart raced when he saw the man take out a small whip. “Wait!”

“This can be over quickly. Just confess to your sins,” the man instructed.

Still, Race shrugged. He didn’t know what that meant, if it meant the hurting would stop or his life. So he shook his head. “I’m not a sinner, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I can help you if you’ll let me. I can make one phone call and a friend can come out here and we can go confess our sins together—“ Race let out a cry when the whip came down on his foot.

“Shut up or I will have to shut you up myself,” the old man growled.

The young man squeezed his eyes shut when the whip was raised again. “But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners!” Race braced himself for pain but it didn’t come. “M-Matthew 9:13…”

The man was staring at him. “You know the Bible?”

Desperately, Race nodded. “Yes! I know the Bible—“

“The devil can read too,” the man remembered, raising up the whip again. The higher the angle, the more it would hurt.

“No! No, it’s not like that, I can recite it to you, the whole Bible, beginning to end,” Race pleaded. “I know it, every word.” It wasn’t even a lie. He did. He’d read it one morning. The man scowled at him. “Please, please, let me recite the Bible. Please let me recite the Bible…”

His captor just brought the whip down on the bottom of the boy’s bare feet.

When the man was done, Race was trying to breathe. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t show the man his scared he was, but when his captor held his face in his hand and thumbed at his tears, Race figured that was already out of the question. Now even if he did get out of the ropes, he couldn’t run, not like this. He glanced at the door waiting for it to be broken down, maybe by Denton or Spot, but all Race really wanted was Jack. He knew it was stupid but Jack was the only big brother he’d ever really had. Ever since they’d known each other, Jack had been the one protecting him with all he had.

When Race forced himself to look back up at his tormentor, he found that someone was gathering ingredients for a sandwich. He tilted his head. “Tobias?” he whispered.

The man turned back, his eyes wide. “Oh, he hurt you,” he noted, looking down at Race’s feet. “I’m sorry.” The apology ended there. Tobias sighed and grabbed the rope that had been around Race’s ankles and began to put them exactly there, tying the agents feet so they couldn’t brush against the ground. They were pulled beneath the chair. “I’m sorry I have to do this, father would kill me if I didn’t—“

“Tobias, you have to let me go,” Race pleaded. “I can help, all you have to do is let me.”

“You help? N-no, I help you,” he insisted, pulling a small vile and a needle out of his pocket and placing them on the floor. Race began to panic at that, struggling when Tobias wrapped a belt around his arm.

“Wait, no, please, please don’t—“

“It’ll help,” Tobias insisted, filling the needle and raising it to the crease of Race’s elbow.

The young blond shook his head. “No, no, I don’t want it, i-it no! No!” he screamed but the liquid was injected into his bloodstream anyway, making his cries and struggles go weak. Soon enough, the doctor’s head pulled back and all Race could do was stare blankly at the ceiling, praying he would be found in time. It wasn’t long till his eyes fell shut.

—

David was typing away at computers, trying like hell to find anything that could lead them to where Race was being kept. Jack had his hands on his shoulders when the screens went dark. “What happened?” Jack asked.

The tech genius shook his head and squinted. “I don’t know—“

They both froze when a clear image of Anthony showed up on each and every screen. Jack’s eyes widened. “Denton! Get in here!” he yelled. Race’s chin was down to his chest. He looked out of it. The whole team came running in and Jack didn’t notice.

The typing of the keyboard was loud as David tried to track the feed but nothing was working. “I can’t get a trace,” he grumbled, still trying.

A hand tightened in Race’s hair and pulled his head up. Race’s head was still beating. In fact, his eye was just about swollen completely. He breathed hard, looking around with his one good eye as the man with a hood over his head walked behind the camera. “He’s been beaten,” Jack noted. “When we find this guy, I’ll have his goddamn head on a stick!”

“Kelly,” Denton warned, a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

Race groaned and blinked slowly, shifting in his restraints. “Good morning, boy,” the old man said, back again it seemed. “Time to be the saving grace you always wanted to be,” he said, pointing at the three screens in front of him. “Two of them will die today. You get to chose who lives.”

The young man breathed hard and shook his head. “No,” he whispered. He could see the camera. It was one. “I’m not choosing. I’m not, please, let me go, we can talk about this—“ A hand tightened around Race’s neck.

“You chose one to save or I kill them all, and you save no one,” the man growled. Race whimpered so his captor shook him more, making the boy flinch. “I’m no liar, boy!” Race was shoved back against his chair with tears in his eyes. “The rest of the devils are watching. You tell me which one to save and they get the address.”

The camera. Race’s eyes flickered to it. They were there. They were watching, his team was watching. It took everything inside Race to remain calm and not immediately start begging them to just come and find him, please come and find him. So he swallowed hard and looked at the screens in front of him. He sniffled and picked, “the far right screen.” All the boy could do was sit and wait as the man wrote down a name and an address and showed the camera.

Race watched the screen go dark and he bit his lip. “Rafael…” he whispered before the man turned the camera off. He let more tears fall as the man left him watching those cameras, waiting for these innocent people to be murdered.

—

It felt like weeks. Race felt lightheaded, like he’d been drugged again. He wouldn’t be surprised. “Anthony? Anthony, if you can hear me, you’re stronger than him. He cannot break you…”

“Todd?” Race whispered. But the voice was gone in a second. Race lifted his gaze to the screens that Tobias was standing in front of. Replaying something. That’s when Race saw them. Todd. Todd Kloppman was trying to comfort him and when Race saw it, he melted, only wanting to cry more. But when Tobias turned to him, Race froze. “N-no, no..” he whimpered, struggling against the ropes once again. “Please, please, I didn’t do anything,” he whimpered.

“How do you read minds?”

“I don’t!” The beating started then. Race didn’t know the camera was on. He didn’t care. He just cried. He didn’t care anymore. He didn’t want to die. “Tobias! Help me, please, Tobias—“

“Tobias can’t help you, boy!”

Race shivered. He shook his head. “Jackie… Jack, please help me, please find me, please help me,” he begged. He didn’t know if Jack could hear him or if anyone would even miss him if he were killed right now, all he could do was hope. “I’m not a sinner, please, please help me…” the beating didn’t stop. Race saw a flash of a gravestone in the corner.

A gun was placed between his eyes again. “Which one of your teammates gets to die now, angel of death? Which one?”

“No! No! I won’t! I won’t choose!” Race cried. “No!” The man began to pull the trigger. 80% chance of survival. 75%. 66.7%. “Wait! Wait! Agent Bryan Denton! D-Denton…” he pleaded. “K-kill him, he’s a narcissist, please. He always tried to pretend like he was a father to me, but he’ll never be my real father—“ He prayed the camera was on. They had to find it, they had to understand.

The man nodded and left Race alone again after turning off the camera.

Only moments later, did he come back, a knife in hand. He sliced through Race’s bonds. “Stand and grab a shovel. Now.”

Race was too scared to protest. He stood and shakily grabbed the shovel as Tobias pointed a gun at him. “Walk…”

—

That’s how Race ended up in a cemetery, digging his own grave. He was trembling, sweating. His feet were screaming out in pain and he just wanted this to be over. “Any coward who turns on family deserves to die. You’ll go in alive as I bury you to give you time to think about what you’ve done.”

Race didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just squeezed his eyes shut and cried, before he was able to look up at the man. “I’m sorry…” he whimpered. “I’m not st-strong enough ta dig—“

“Don’t talk back to me!“ Race grabbed at the gun on Tobias’s waist as his captor charged at him and he pointed it up at the man. 50% chance of survival. “There’s only one bullet in that gun, boy—“ the man raised up his knife so Race shot. The bullet hit the man right in the chest and Tobias fell to the ground. Race tried desperately to stand.

“Tony!” someone screamed.

Race couldn’t scream back. All he could do was crawl over to the man and hover before reaching into his pocket and stealing the suppressant he’d been using to keep Race subdued. In an instant, arms were around him, pulling him away and laying him down. “Tony, Racer, breathe, okay?”

“Jack,” Race’s hoarse voice managed to get out.

Jack hugged him tightly. “They’ve got him, you’re safe now, you’re safe,” he promised. “Where’re you hurt?”

Race sniffled. “M-my feet…” he whimpered. “I d-don’t know if I can walk…”

Jack nodded and smiled sadly. “That’s okay,” he whispered. “Put your arm around me, yeah?” Race did. It was all he could do. And he let Jack carry him to safety, knowing he may never be let out into the field again if his big brother had anything to say about it.