#throat singiing

[andrasthehun]

What is Candian Culture

February 7, 2024 During a lively discussion with friends, I asked: what is Canadian culture? After a surprising period of thoughtful quiet, someone suggested that Canada has musicians, authors, and artists who combine to define Canadian culture. But I said that many of these have made their career in the US. For example, Celine Dion, Joni Mitchell, and The Guess Who (Burton Cummings) have become…

[mahboimahboi]

reader getting absolutely destroyed by gojo, toji, getou, and nanami😇

A SEX FEST x M!Reader (featuring Getou, Gojo, Toji)

Smut

As the phone rang that was seated on top of the table, Gojo whistles to a tune he created on the spot as he picked up the phone and placed the it near his ear. "Hello~ This is Gojo speaking." He spoke in a singy-song voice as a light chuckle moves past his lips.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, good morning. I would like to ask if Y/N is with you? He told me that he would be there at your house for a very important tutor lesson." A boy's voice spoke from the other end of the line as Gojo begins to play with the telephone's cable, twirling it around his finger.

One side of Gojo's lips move upward upon hearing your name, as he kept his composure and spoke as poised as he can, being known as one of the most prim and proper teacher in their school. "Yes, he is." He replied, eyeing the scene unfolding on his bed through the side of his eyes.

"Oh, can I have him over the phone please? I would just like to talk to him about something." The male spoke, Gojo's smirk just growing wider, if possible.

Gojo pops his tongue and replies with sinister laced in his voice. "Of course, give me a minute."

He passes the phone over to you, whilst you covered your mouth trying to restrict any sound of sex satisfied noise from ever coming out of your mouth as Toji holds you down in place like you are some kind of sex toy or fleshlight, drilling his cock in you roughly. "R-Ryuuji? What is it?" You tried to answer the phone with all the strength left in you, but you accidentally drop the phone as Toji pulls your body back towards him, Gojo getting the phone from where it fell and ends the call after telling your brother that you are busy. "F-Fuck, yes, sir. Fuck me, fuck me good!" You moaned out, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, your eyes hanging out of your mouth in pure bliss.

"Huu, yes, kiddo. I'll fucking give you what you want." Toji groans out, gritting his teeth as he fastened his pace, his strong arms holding you in place, your own strengh nothing compared to his, letting yourself just melt into lust and left your body to be used at his own advantage. "That's what I love about you, kid. You're a really good cum dumpster." He degrades you, the word enough to drive you crazy as you felt a very familiar coil in your stomach.

"S-Sir! AH, FUCK! NNGGH! I'M CUMMING!!" You let out, holding onto the adult male's biceps, but your pleasure is not long lived when you feel something wrap around the base of your cock, making you whimper as your climax got rejected. "N-No! NNYAH!" You moan in pleasure, but the noises was too much for Getou that he pulls your head by your hair and inserts his fat dick in your mouth to cover the irritating sounds coming out of your mouth.

"Didn't actually perceive you as a person who likes noisy bitches like this slut, Toji." Getou comments as the male starts to fuck your mouth without even giving you a proper warning, holding onto your throat with one hand. "Hm, fuck. Well, I say this one's a little different. Bitch knows how to use his mouth." He said, howling in pleasure when you start twirling your tongue around his thick rod. Getou pushes his head back, letting Toji's thrusts be a moderator to your head sucking his cock.

"Careful boys. I still haven't had my turn yet." Gojo stated, pushing down the glasses he had on a little as he smirks, finding your fucked up state a total turn on. It is as though you are purposely seducing him, which you are. You tap on Getou's thigh to signal him that you wanted to say something, the male groaning in annoyance as he pulled out.

"S-Sir Gojo, my ass still feels empty even w-with sir Toji's cock in me." You said, which made Toji stop his movements, his pride being stepped on at your words. He lets out a dark chuckle, dropping his head low. "Please, fill me up, sir Go—AAH!" You're cut through your words when Toji suddenly starts fucking you roughly, practically just vibrating in your place.

"You fucking slut! You could have just asked Gojo, not say shitty words and hurt my ego." Toji grunted in anger, using you to let his frustration out. I mean you are the reason he is angry right now, so you basically deserved getting your brain completely fucked out.

Gojo stifles a laugh before he joins you, Getou, and Toji in bed. "Don't worry, hon. We'll have our own little fun time once they're done with you." Gojo smirks, before he got out of the bed and moves towards his own room, leaving you to be a mess with his co-teachers.

[iamatinydinosaur]

🐾Branch🐾

First Encounter

Branch was collecting sticks for his weapon collection in the woods around the village. He had to get away from the village, everyone was being to happy and singy (is that even a word). He went to bend down to pick up a stick he heard a voice. "Is someone there?! Help me!" Branch panicked and ran in the direction of the voice.

He turned a corner and saw a troll trapped in a Bergen trap. He sighed. "I tell you guys all the time, be careful or you're gonna be snatched up by Bergen!" He exclaimed. "I know! That's why I don't join in on the celebrations!" She shouted down at him. Branch's eyes widened. A troll who agreed with him. He looked up at the troll, he has never noticed her before. Which is weird, he would've noticed a troll who agreed with him. They would stick out like a sore thumb.

"Branch help me down! I was collecting food and I didn't notice this trap!" The troll screamed getting scared, the Bergen could come back any minute." She pleaded. "Alright Alright!" Branch looked over the trap, following the rope to where it was tied to. He jumped up the tree it was tied to. He slowly untied the rope and slowly let the trap down. He jumped down and opened the trap. "Thank you." She sighed taking his hand as he helped her out. "You're Welcome...." Branch started. "Y/N." He was about to answer when he heard a shout. "You pesky Troll!" They turned round and saw a Bergen, looked like a cook.

Branch grabbed Y/N's hand and ran for his life away from the Village. He couldn't lead her to the village. They turned a corner and dove under a toad stool. Y/N gasped as Branch pushed her against the stem. He had his hand over her mouth his body pressed against hers making them as small as possible. Y/N stared up at Branch's side profile as he watched the Bergen walk away searching for them. "We'll wait for her to leave and then we'll go." He whispered. He turned to the shorter troll but then realized how close they were. They stared into each other eyes. Y/N cleared her throat. "I think she's gone..." She whispered. Branch cleared his throat and stepped back.

Y/N walked out as Branch watched her walk away. Why did he never notice this Troll?

A/N: I wrote so much today! I hope you enjoyed! I got so much coming for you guys!!!

[fieldofdaisiies]

elain x lucien | warnings: explicit content | masterlist | ao3

The morning comes earlier than expected, its light, soft and silvery, slipping through the window and casting a delicate glow upon Elain’s skin as Lucien lets his fingers dance over her arms. The air wafting in through the half open window still carries the scent and chill of winter with a fresh note of the soon arriving spring. But beneath the blanket they share it is soothingly warm, a little toasty even, but Lucien couldn’t care less.

At some point throughout the night, his hand found hers under the cover, fingers carefully and tentatively brushing as if they were still getting used to being so intimate with one another, before he entangled his fingers with hers.

“Good morning, my lady,“ Lucien says in a voice barely above a whisper, his tone still raspy from sleeping. Elain turns in his arms, a lazy smile on her lips as her eyes linger on his face, tracing all the lines and edges of his features with quiet admiration as if he is the most beautiful male she has ever seen in her entire life. It almost draws tears to the Vanserra’s eyes and his throat bobs with a rough swallow.

“Good morning, Lucien Vanserra,“ she hums in a singy voice, the smile not fading from her lips. “It’s quite toasty in here.“ But she doesn’t remove the blanket and she also doesn’t move away. Elain only sticks one foot out of the covers, wiggling her toes when they are exposed to the cool air of the room.

“Did you sleep well?“

“Like a babe.“ Her smile turns into a grin and Lucien is taken right back to the moment in the kitchen. The moment in the kitchen after they—

“I could feel you. That night…after you warmed my bath water. I could feel you. Everything you did. It was like you were in the room with me. Was this the bond’s doing? Was this possible through the bond?“ Elain’s cheeks turn from rosy to a deep red and now a grin appears on Lucien’s lips as well, at her straightforward question. 

continue on ao3

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[bugsinspace]

soooo i heard somewhere that theres like, 2 fandroids? kinda? like one died but got replaced? and im very unsure of that cuz isnt fandroid just the funny singy robot guy griffinilla uses sometimes? but also fandroid lore *does* exist so this might be true idk man just let me chew on an answer

oh thats just a theory/ fan interpretation LOL as far as we know all of fandroid's prototypes are alive!!! i would say alive and well but. uh. looks at frogbot. clears throat. anyway. in the roblox rp there Was a pit of fandroid corpses but it was removed so it probably isnt canon anymore. its fun to think about though!

[blackoutawolf-blog]

The daring doings and singy songs of bal'ad the braveish verse 1

Bal'ad was sat in the run down house, he traveled here with some friends and when one died they all fled here, he was marveling at the beautiful elf lady who helped them, she was a magical nobel and her battle maids where staffing this little house while they where here, now his friends hard gone to do some preperations for something bal'ad forgot he wasnt paying attention he was he was too buisy mesmerised by the elf lady, and when she smiled politely at him he decided he must compose a sonet, her assistant who spoke for her approched bal'ad "little lizard friend didyou not wish to go with your friends?" Bal'ad blinked "oh i let them do, i um i stay yes me stay and um do the sing things" he inhaled preparing to sing before the assistant interupted "oooor perhaps lady vestis can uh send you on a ta-" bal'ad lept to his feet his light red scales glinting "QWEST!" the asistant blinked then cleared her throat "ahem yes to the east there is a small villege on the edge of the woods shed like you to go there and find a rare...uh...magic...red...herring" bal'ad narrowed his eyes as the assistant bit her lip as this was clearly the most...trustable thing hes ever heard "yush me am not let preety lady down" he snatched up his things and raced out the house he launched himself through the dark woods before he stoped hearing a snarl in the shadows "hello?" The brushes russtled and a wolf leeped out of the bushes snapping its foaming jaws, bal'ad blinked and steped back while taking in the wolfs appearance then his eyes lit up "puppy!" The wolf flinched and snaped its jaws at bal'ad again who wraped his arms around the dogs main suprising it, it aggressivly pulled its head free and snarled and again went to bite they pink kobold only for its stomach to loudly rumble, bal'ads head tilted hearing the sound then rummeged into his bag pulling out some meat sprinkling some special magic dust to enhance its tast then he threw it to the hungry wolf "awww little woof needs to eat not eat is not good" the wolf sniffed the meat and began to eat it hungrilly devoured the meat then nuzzled the compasionate kobold, bal'ad laughed and nuzzled back "maybe woof help me? I is bal'ad and i on qwest! Yes a qwest i need to go to village in east" the dog tilted its head unclear on bal'ads words and bal'ad didnt seem to realise so he petted the hound "want come with?" The wolfs tail wagged excitedly and bal'ad jumped for join he mounted the creature and was happy and content with his new mount then directed the beast and rashed into and through the woods destinctly in a direction but sadly a random one.

[rain1991426]

Stone Pattern Design Frosted 432 Hz G Throat Chakra Quartz Crystal Singi...

[ennaku-sirri-da]

EDIT: I removed the "W"'s because it felt too unnecessary

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K IM DROPPING ONE MORE HC AND NAPPING MY GOD FASTING( FOR RAMZAN) IS MAKING ME SO GODDAMN HUNGY

Plain text: K I'm dropping one more HC AND napping my god fasting( for ramzan) is making me so goddamn hungry

CONSIDER: Putunia also picking up Habit's speech patterns.

I wrote a little something like this a while back actually. I don't want to post the whole thing but here's excerpts. For some context here- Buddy and Rose( me and my friends OCs, a Habitician and a Flower Kid, a dubiously humanlike cat person and a rose-flower nymph. ) can't figure out what Habit is( cryptid, cartoon, evil, misguided, vampire, human?) so they go around asking every Habitican about him. Keep in mind this is an AU so it has NON- CANON elements.

Also TBH everything I've written here doesn't necessarily have to be AU canon because I'm putting it on indefinite pause...so IDK, man. But I still thought it's neat enough to share.

Here's Putunia's take...(not the whole thing, which I won't be posting ) I'll provide plaintext under the cut!

Setting: We've just questioned the punchiest kid around, who is now officially Regaling us around a campfire, her midnight cape blowing as the fire lights her acting-out up in brush strokes of orange, red and yellow against the dark sky.

THE MENACE!!!!

SHHH.

SHOOSH SHUSH. BE VARY QUIET NOW BIG KID AND BIG KITTY WITTY

HE HEARS

ALL

BEEG COTTON FLUFFY EARS

LIKE THE EVIL DRAGON!

IN LEETLE RED RIDING HOOD

"ALLLL THE BETTERRRR TO HEARR YOU WITH MY DEARRRR-IEEE!!!"

GOODNESS GOODERESTNESS!!! WHAT BEEGBEEG HANDS YOU HAVE!

"THE BEEEETTERRRR TO HUGGGG YOU WITHHH MY DEARRR-IEEE!!~~~"

AND

AND!!!

DONT JUMP SCAREDY KITTY!! HEE HEEE!! ITS JUST A STORY!

FLOWER POWER HERO #2 ROSE IS A WEAK LITTLE BABY. MORE BABIE THAN ME. HE CAN'T CARRY YOU!

ANYWAY

*clears throat* HURRUFF-HUR-AHEH-AHEH

OHKAY! SO!

THE MOST SPINE-BURNING, AFFRIGHTENING, CHICKENS WILL EXPLODED, HERRORIZING PART!

AT THE MOMENT

YOU ARE LEAST EXPECTATING

"GRANDMAMMMAAA DEAR!! WHAT SHARRRPPP TEEFS YOU HAVE!"

HE!

JUMPS!!!!

BEEG

BEEG MOUTH OPEN AT YOU

LAUGHING! SNORTING! BWA HA HA HA! SO BRIGHT!

FIRE BALL

BEEG ONE!! WOWWWWW

[ skip excerpt..]

RUN!

HEE HEE. SILL-EE BUTTI. BUDY. BUDDEDY. DONT BE A PUSSYILANIMOUS NOW.

YOU NEED TO BE BRAVE! [...] DONT CRY! NEVER CRY! BE STRONG! GOOD GIRL! GOOD GIRL! COME HERE TO ME! I WIN!!!!!

[ skip excerpt..]

YOU TWO FLOWER HEROES WILL ALSO WIN

WHEN HE SAYING

"ALLLL THE BETTER TO EATTTTT YOU WITH!!!!!!!" SCREAM!!!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

PUTUNIA THE MIDNIGHT PETUNIA KNIGHT ALSO KNOWS ALL! LIKE THE MENACE. BUT SHE IS GOOD. A VERY GOOD LITTLE GIRLIE.

THATS WHAT MAMA MENACE HABIT TOLDEN ME!

HES ALWAYS ALWAYS TELLING ME THAT SOMETIMES I GET BORED AND HIT HIM SOFT THUMP ON HIS SILLY HEAD SO HE STOPS SAY-SAY

SOOOO LONG TIME! ITS HORRIBLE! I LUVER MY MUMMY SO MUCH! BAD! VERY BAD! HES HURTING ALL! YOU! ME! BUDDY!

TALKING YAKKING PUPPET PAPPING BLAPALAPPING SINCE HE STEALED ME AWAY FROM THE BAD PARENTS IN MY SEVENTH FOSTER HOME AT SCARY DARK NIGHT WHEN HE SINGY-SINGY BEAUTIFUL SONG AND I WAS SLEEPY SEEPY ME ZZZZZ......

ZZZZ...

SNORT

HES...A ....MAMA...DRAGON...EVIL.....WARM...WINGS....BEG...BEEG.....

ZZZ

BLOOP.

( She's asleep. )

❤️❤️❤️

( three red hearts divider )

I have a WHOLE THING about Habit and dragons hopefully I'll have the energy later to provide more HSSJK

On a lighter note than this what aboutttt:

:- ) [ Smile emote with straight nose showing Habit ] ----> to :O ) ( Smile emote with big O nose showing Putunia )

Plaintext under the cut!

The Menace!!!!

Shhh.

Shoosh shush. Be vary quiet now big kid and big kitty witty

He hears

All

Beeg cotton fluffy ears

Like the evil dragon!

In leetle red riding hwood

"Allll the betterrrr to hearr you with my dearrrr-ieee!!!"

Goodness gooderestness!!! What beegbeeg hands you have!

"The beeeetterrrr to hugggg you withhh my dearrr-ieee!!~~~"

And

And!!!

Dont jump scaredy kitty!! Hee heee!! Its just a story!

Flower power hero #2 rose is a weak little baby. More babie than me. He can't carry you!

Anyway

*clears throat* hurruff-hur-aheh-aheh

Ohkay! So!

The most spine-burning, affrightening, chickens will exploded, herrorizing part!

At the moment

You are least expectating

"Grandmammmaaa dear!! What sharrrppp teefs you have!"

He!

Jumps!!!!

Beeg

Beeg mouth open at you

Laughing! Snorting! Bwa ha ha ha! So bright!

Fire ball

Beeg one!! Wowwwww

[ skip excerpt..]

Run!

Hee hee. Sill-ee butti. Budy. Buddedy. Dont be a pussyilanimous now.

You need to be brave! [...] dont cry! Never cry! Be strong! Good girl! Good girl! Come here to me! I win!!!!!

[ skip excerpt..]

You two flower heroes will also win

When he saying

"Allll the better to eattttt you with!!!!!!!" scream!!!!! Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Putunia the midnight petunia knight also knows all! Like the menace. But she is good. A very good little girlie.

Thats what mama menace habit tolden me!

Hes always always telling me that sometimes I get bored and hit him soft thump on his silly head so he stops say-say

Soooo long time! Its horrible! I luver my mummy so much! Bad! Very bad! Hes hurting all! You! Me! Buddy!

Talking yakking puppet papping blapalapping since he stealed me away from the bad parents in my seventh foster home at scary dark night when he singy-singy beautiful song and I was sleepy seepy me zzzzz......

Zzzz...

Snort

Hes...A ....Mama...Dragon...Evil.....Warm...Wings....Beg...Beeg.....

Zzz

Bloop.

( She's asleep.)

[threepointseven]

HIII LOVE YOUR POSTS:DD anyways can i request comfort fic with kaeya and childe x reader (separate) where reader is rlly smart and pretty, but they're extremely insecure bc of past bullying, so they always doubt themselves to point where they think they're worst and dont deserve them?? xoxo

When your insecure due to past bullying

🌺summary!🌺- your practically a local celebrity, your beauty and intelligence is no less than perfect but why cant you stop yourself from crying in front of that stupid mirror?

Type- scenario 🍄/ fic 🌻 (not proofread!)

Flowers included!🌼= kaeya x gn! Reader, childe x gn! Reader

Note🍀= HEY HEY WELL IM KINDA LAZY AND I HAD TO FORXE MYSELF THEOUGH THIS SO KAEYA IS KINDA OOC BUT WHATSVER ENJOYYY TY FOR LIKING MY WORK MWAH MWAH🥺

���Flower toxins!🥀- self-deprecation, mentions of family being mean, body shaming from a small group of people, bullying, violence(a tiny bit)

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Childe

A hoard of eyes was immediately glued to your frame as you walked through the fatui’s HQ, smiling awkwardly as you tried to find your boyfriend's office. The whispers chanting praise on how you moved, your hair, your body, they all went unnoticed as the fear of judgment crept its way into your mind. Are they looking at me? Is there something off about my outfit? Is it maybe cause I look bad? Ugly? Why are they staring? Your pace fastened as the worry kept growing and growing with each stare.

“Childe!” Your shaky voice slightly echoed through his office as you caught his attention with the jingles of your jewelry. “There you are! You took way too long!” In a singy song voice, he raced to you and pulled you into a playful hug while you sighed at the flashbacks of the spotlight on you at that moment. “The entire fatui HQ was staring at me.. is there something wrong with my outfit..?”

“Your outfit…? Pfft- of course not! God, you should listen to how much the agents talk about you, they’re all over you! It's like they forgot you’re the partner of the eleventh fatui harbinger or something” Maybe its the way he worded it, but those words soared into your mind with the idea that they were talking about you because you looked so terrible.

“Anyways…. Uhm Yun jin actually asked me to act in one of her operas this morning, I came her to tell you..” You nervously muttered out the news you had been waiting to tell your boyfriend, shame burned onto your throat as each and every inch of your being refused to think you're worthy of being in such an important show, “Seriously! Archons that's amazing baby!” The cheer and joy in his voice stung you even more before you looked into the long golden framed mirror in the office. “I-im declining.”

The statement seemed to surprise the man with auburn hair as he stood with a puzzled expression. “I mean… the opera is a big thing, id hate to ruin it with such unsightly looks. She probably asked me as a last resort anyways.. Im not exactly attractive or intelligent enough to act in an opera don’t you think…?” Each movement of your mouth swirled with self-deprecation as you traced each curve of your body with that consistent curse in your head shouting “You’re hideous, unworthy, stupid” and every insult in the book

Your mind flashed to your bullies in the past, they’d scream and curse at you, kick you onto the concrete with malice in their eyes as they pointed out each insecurity, and even led you to have more. You traced your hips, a section that had a scar due to the harassment, it was agonizing. Every day was just another day filled with the air filled with insults at your body. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was a genuine annoyance but to others, it was just another group of people jealous of someone better than them. “Hey hey, what makes you think that?! You are practically the most gorgeous person in the entire nation and half of Liyue is In love with you!” “Well… some people in the past…” You needn’t say no more as he already knew it was a couple of horrible bullies, most likely driven by envy. “They would scream and point my flaws out, and I guess I now realize that they’re right about them-“

“Do me a favor and never say anything like that again darling? A couple of annoyances that are jealous of you shouldn’t get to your head. There's always gonna be someone who resents you. But trust me this once and go act with Yun Jin in that opera..? Look away from the people insulting you for once and focus on the people that are screaming and shouting your name at how elegant and beautiful you look on that stage!” The man starts imitating operatic moves as he showers you in praise, it made your heart warmer than ever. “Your the most attractive most amazing person I’ve ever seen, your curves, your eyes, your arms, your hair, your thighs, your stomach, your personality, you as a person.. every inch of you is what keeps me smiling every day even as a horrible crude harbinger! So don’t bring your worth down like that alright?”

You hesitantly nodded as your eyes glossed, you were gonna show those jealous little immature kids that you were more than attractive and intelligent enough for an opera, for anything. And you bet your ass your little harbinger boyfriend was going to be watching you move in that opera the entire time with a loving smile on his face.

Kaeya

A gem you were, to others, you seemed no less than perfect. Each curve and each inch of skin on your body was flawless as if the archons themselves carved you with their bare hands. The saturation of your eyes to the color of your hair, it all complimented your appearance ever so perfectly. And your intelligence never betrayed your appearance, you were known in mondstat not only for looking so heavenly, but being incredibly intelligent too.

But the whispers and the praise failed to make you less insecure, as rather distasteful words from the past were drilled into your head. Even after weeks of having to deal with love letters, you can't help but stand in front of the mirror with an expression of disgust. You look at the outfit you were assigned to wear for a ball of Mondstat executives, some of the most well-known people in the nation. You being you, of course, you were invited to it, along with your boyfriend the infamous Calvary captain Kaeya.

“Another day of love letters I see? Your even more popular than me… I fear my own partner might be stolen away” He looks at the 3 envelopes with drawn-on pink hearts you accepted during the day. “Very funny, now go get ready the ball is in like an hour!”

You said it so confidently, your tone so sure you thought you looked gorgeous, yet when you looked into the mirror once more you could barely convince yourself you even look presentable! Maybe it was the hair? Was it too messy? Is it my chest? My stomach? My face? whatever it is, you just couldn’t build the confidence to think you look remotely attractive. Unknowing to you Kaeya was watching you as you stared with pure disappointment at your reflection. What could you even be seeing? The thought, the outfit was beautiful, elegant, everything about it screamed flawless, and with you wearing it? It brought hearts to his eyes.

Quickly taking notice of the insecurity that crept up on you he quickly slung his arms around your waist from behind, digging his head into your shoulder as he smiled. “Hmm? You're supposed to be getting ready this is super important you kno-!” Your thought was cut by the sudden squeeze of his arms on your waist followed by a giggle, “Why is it that your insecure sweetheart? You have the entirety of mondstat fawning over you?”

The silence was suffocating as your head flashed to moments where your family members would take no hesitation in poking at every insecurity, every imperfect piece of your body and mind. Maybe it was your stomach, maybe it was because you got a B in a test of yours, but each and every single flaw they found in you they would emphasize it to the point it would lead to nights of crying, days of studying so your test scores were painted in A+’s and gold stars.

All thee fights about your weight, your intelligence. Those words could never disappear from your mind. “Well, my dear kaeya- You should’ve seen what my parents said whenever they found something to insult me on..” You rolled your eyes, the playful tone in the sentence couldn't hide your eyes starting to brim with tears at the sudden flashback.

“You're perfect to me and to everyone in this nation Y/N, don’t let the mirror and your parents fool you. If anything theyre really just jealous of their kid looks 100 times better than them.” You chuckle at his sudden act of comfort before he turns your face towards him, looking at the stray tears. “Your a pretty crier but I hate knowing these tears are cause the mirror twists how you look at yourself so much.” You chuckle softly as he wipes you’re tears away with his thumb.

“Im sure this ball will let you realize how beautiful you are. And if that doesn’t work…I guess ill just have to break that mirror into millions of pieces and let you use me as a mirror.”

“Now how in the world would that work-“

“The point is, you’re more than smart enough and beautiful enough to go dancing around in that ball full of executives, you’re more than enough to be practically a celebrity in mondstat, And when you’re slow dancing with me, I promise you we’re gonna look 10 times sexier-“

[avenging-fandoms]

Take Your Time / Bucky Barnes (pt. 3)

request(s): *ENDGAME REQUEST* like your Steve’s gf but when he goes back in time he stays with Peggy and all you can think about is why weren’t you good enough for him to stay?? (This made me sad but o h well)

- YES! have her and bucky fall for each other while bonding over missing steve and bucky helps her move on and they become best friends and one day she looks at him and realizes she’s in love with him - Please make it into a small fic where the reader and Bucky start to fall for each other it’s to good to leave it as a cliffhanger the reader deserves to be happy buck deserves to be happy too 😭😭😭

plot: after the events of endgame, steve goes back in time to marry the girl of his dreams. but he leaves behind the girl that loves him more than anything. what’ll happen when steve’s not there to love her anymore, but bucky is?

part 1 part 2

steve soon became a memory, you and bucky living together soon after the night of you fixing his arm and slow dancing in the workshop. something about the way bucky held you and softly hummed to the music with your head on his chest made you feel something steve never did.

you yawned as you stretched your arms and legs, flopping your arms down. you looked around, nearly running out of the room when your nose was filled with the scent of bacon. you smile, throwing the blankets off of you. you put on a pair of sleeping shorts and a shirt, fixing your hair and heading downstairs. 

“well well well, look who has awoken” bucky smiles and you bow a little, making him laugh. “i made eggs, bacon and french toast. plus, a fresh pot off coffee” he set two plates on the kitchen table, staring at his work. you put in your creams and sugars, sitting at your plate and licking your lips. 

“this looks really good, buck. where’d you learn how to cook this?” you ask, eyebrow raised with a smirk on your mouth. he rolled his eyes, tying his hair back before digging in himself.

“only from the best” you giggle, eating the last of your eggs. “any plans for today?”

“not really, you?”

“nope” bucky pops the ‘p’ and sips his coffee, looking at you and curling the corner of his lips into a smile. 

“you wanna hang today? you know, a bucky and yn type of day?” you suggest, making bucky perk up and smile. 

“i would love that” 

you two chat as you eat breakfast, laughing and telling stupid old stories. while he was telling you a story about a war he once fought in, peter facetimed you on his school in italy for a field trip. “i miss you guys”

“we miss you too pal. we’ll have a sleepover when you come back?” bucky asks, head on your shoulder. you smile, leaning your head on the top of his head. 

“oh absolutely. it’s hard here.. all i see is.. is tony” peter sighed, bowing his head. you pout, bucky’s hand rubbing your thigh softly. 

“i know sweetheart. it’s gonna be like that for a long time. he was a superhero, an icon. if you ever need to talk, you know where to find us. we love you”

“love you guys too” you blow peter a kiss and bucky waves, hitting the red button. you sigh, looking at the table as you think for a minute. 

“i love that kid” you sigh, looking at bucky with your chin in your hand. “would you ever want kids with your wife?”

“i don’t know, maybe. it depends” he shrugs, looking at your lips then your eyes. “do you?”

“yes. with the right person, of course” you look up from the table, and look into his eyes. he gave you a different feeling than ever. butterflies, nerves. you snap out of it, smiling. “you wanna go watch a movie?”

“sure” bucky smiles, the both of you getting up and bringing your coffees over. you sit down, bucky sitting next to you and resting his hand on your thigh. you move your legs to lay across his thighs, bucky’s hands rubbing your legs as you watch ‘titanic’

bucky had never seen it before you, and when you two first watched it together, he shed a tear or two. it was his favorite movie you had shown him, and it was your guys’ favorite movie to watch together.

you switched positions again, laying your head on his thigh and staying in that position for a while. his fingers comb through your hair, and with a full belly and still waking up, you had fallen back again.

bucky looked down, studying your features as you slept in his lap. he was super upset about his best friend passing away, and you were there to console him. you were always there for bucky when he had his nightmares, his sleep walks, his sleep paralysis, everything, it was always you there. 

bucky always had tiny feelings for you when you started dating steve, but he couldn’t say anything because obviously you and steve loved each other. bucky always hated seeing you two together, but never said or did anything. not until steve went back to peggy. he was there for your nightmares, helping put back the pieces of your broken heart- and it worked. 

the movie had finished and he switched it to another one, softly combing his fingers through your hair. you groaned and shifted, mumbling in your sleep. 

“mm.. bucky.. k.. kiss me please” you mumble, sighing as you softly snored again. bucky didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he felt his head pound. did you actually mean that, or was it just a crazy dream?

he shook his head, watching the tv and playing with your hair again. you quickly shot up, gasping and holding onto bucky’s thigh. you made bucky jump, holding your cheek and rubbing his thumb over your skin. 

“are you alright, doll? what happened?” you hold his wrist, relaxing into his hand and closing your eyes. “yn?” you remember the dream you were having, opening your eyes and kissing his palm. 

“kiss me” you blurted, bucky gulping and cocking his head slightly. 

“what?”

“kiss me, bucky” he grabbed your neck, pulling you forward and connecting your lips with his. your fingers grip his hair, slowly straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands rub over your back, grabbing your shirt in his hands. you pull away, the both of you panting with your foreheads pressed together. 

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited to kiss you like that” he breathed, making you laugh and kiss him again. “i don’t want to rush you into anything, i know you’re-”

“bucky.. it’s been amazing living with you together for nearly 8 months. and.. i don’t really know if i should say this.. but.. i love you, bucky. i love how you took care of me, and how you still do. i love how you watch silly movies with me”

“yn” he tilts your chin down, kissing your nose. “i love you too, doll” 

“oh, thank god” you sigh, kissing him again. you pull away, the both of you smiling at each other. you comb your fingers through his hair, pulling it down and smiling as it reaches his shoulders. 

“i wanna cut it” he said and you look at him. “i’m serious, i want to go back to short hair”

“awesome, i can’t wait to see you with short hair” you smile, admiring his locks. 

“can you cut it?” bucky asked and you smile, kissing him over and over. “i’m gonna take that as a yes. have you cut hair before?”

“yeah i used to cut tony and steve’s all the time. so you’re in good hands” you clap and rub your hands together, hopping off of the couch. you held out your hand and bucky took it, standing up too with a smile. you pulled him upstairs, grabbing a stool and putting it in the bathroom. “alright, we’re gonna wash your hair first” 

bucky took off his shirt and leaned back into the sink, your fingernails scratching the shampoo into his scalp. bucky’s eyes rolled backwards and let out a groan from the back of his throat. you cleared your throat and licked your lips, rinsing out the shampoo. you pat his hair, wrapping the towel around his shoulders. you clip it together and brush his hair, bucky watching you focus on his hair. 

“can i turn on some music?” bucky asked and you nodded, bucky opening his phone. “can you help me find the music app?” you laugh, swiping the screen and showing him where the spotify app was. 

“you’re such an old man” you tease, kissing his cheek. you stood back up and he turned on the playlist you made of music you like and the songs you think he would like. you mumble the words as you braid his hair, pouting a bit. “i’m gonna miss braiding your hair” 

“i can always grow it out for the winter” he smiles and you pick up the scissors, your chin on his shoulders as you look at him in the mirror. “i’m ready” 

“alriiight” you said singy-songy, standing up and putting the scissors to the top of his braid. you snipped off his braid, gasping and holding it up. “barney, look it, all your hair is gone” you smile and he blushes at the nickname. you finished cutting his hair, getting it to the short length he wanted. 

“babe.. you made me look good” his fingers ran through his short hair, unclipping the towel. you put away the scissors and hold his arm. 

“you’re so handsome either way, barney. but you do look really sexy with short hair” you sweep up the hair and throw it away, looking up at bucky who still was running his fingers through his hair. you put the broom back in the closet and stood up, flopping on the bed and turning on the tv. bucky turned off the light in the bathroom, laying on the bed in between your legs. 

your fingers ran through his hair, legs over his shoulders as you both watched the movie. bucky adjusted his head and you shivered at his scruff rubbed against your skin. “did i do something?” he turned his head, making the situation worse. 

“your scruff just tickled me” you lick your lips and his metal fingers run up and down your leg. “buck..”

“do you want me to stop?” he whispered, turning to lay on his stomach. you shook your head, bucky looking up at you as he pulled down your shorts. “you are gorgeous, doll” he mumbled, leaning forward and licking a stripe up your slit. he pushes his two fingers inside of your pussy, curling his fingers and flicking his tongue against your clit. 

“bucky.. mm.. fuck yes” you moan, gripping the bed sheets in one hand and his hair in another. your hips roll against his fingers and tongue, the pleasure foreign as you hadn’t done anything sexual with someone else for months. “buck i’m gonna cum.. fuck fuck fuck, right there” you arch your back as he picks up his pace of his fingers and tongue, looking up at you as you cum, a string of moans and profanities roll off your tongue. 

“you’re so gorgeous when you cum, doll” he wipes his mouth and you kiss him, his fingers brushing your clit and you jump. “sorry, are you alright?”

“i’m okay, j-just haven’t done that in a while” you breathe, bucky smiling and washing his hands, cleaning you up softly. you pulled up your shorts and sat up, bucky coming back into the room. “thank you, bucky”

“for?” he sat next to you, hand on your thigh. 

“taking care of me when i needed it the most. always making sure i was okay, and never really taking time for yourself. thank you for taking care of peter with me, too. he really needs someone like you in his life. and thank you for loving me” you tear up and he smiles, holding your face and wiping the one tear that ran down your face. “i love you, james”

“i love you, yn. and i promise to love you and only you for the rest of my days” he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours softly. you deepened the kiss, hugging him into you. you pull away, putting your face into his neck. bucky held onto you, rubbing his hands up your back. when he hugged you, you felt like all your pieces were together again, that bucky put you back together.

[nuttytani]

snowy wonderland

@itsannaslife13​ said: comte with sick prompt 11? please if they’re still open thank you!

a/n: ahhhhh i’m so sorry! this took such a long time cuz of my lazy ass- lol. I actually rewrote this 3 times...yes you read it right- 3 times... until i finally changed the idea from a sick fic to winter- ish/christmas story- i’m sorry about that TvT. i don’t even know if the main dialogue fits the story cuz.... i actually forgot to add it while i was writing it the last time xDDD gyuihygt7uihjg        edit: beta read by my big sis :”D  @mllorei​ /  @lorei-writes​

11. “Thank you for staying with me.” Comte 

fandom: ikemen vampire

pairing: comte x gn!reader

warnings: none 

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, awakening you from your deep slumber. A gasp left your cold lips as white clouded your eyes- bringing you back to your senses. Hurriedly, you jumped into your slippers and pulled on a thick coat. Eager hands rubbed off the fog that covered the window- you hissed slightly at the freeze that touched your skin. For a moment you forgot that it was that time of the year, mentally smacking yourself- it was winter for god's sake!

Eyes opened wide, you were mesmerized.

A thick sheet of snow covered everything- the mansion’s garden was now changed into a snowy wonderland. Not to mention the bustling of people and carriages along the cobblestone road. Truly, it was a majestic view- and you wanted to share this moment with a certain someone. A few months back, you two finally confessed to each other and finally got together; which is why you desperately wanted to view the first snow of the year with him. Without another thought; you fumbled out of your room, tripping along the doorway as you made a mad dash to his room.

Your feet stopped automatically when a particular door came in sight, the dainty ornaments surrounding you trembled a bit. Just yesterday, both you and Sebastian had taken time to deck the whole mansion with Christmas decorations- although the two of you were reeling with muscle aches by the end of the day, the hard work had paid off as the hallways looked absolutely smashing! 

With jittery hands, you knocked at the hard mahogany- waiting patiently while you stroked the delicate wreath which was hung. You were caught off guard when twinkling amber eyes peeked through the gap and graced you with a smile. You eyed his toused attire and- oh? Mismatched pair of socks. It was hard to suppress the amused snicker that wanted out of your mouth (which still came out as a wheeze).

“Good morning Mr. Bedhead.” You shot Comte a lopsided grin. 

“Morning- though I’m not the only one with…. unkempt hair,” Comte chuckled at you.

He brought his hands to your head and combed through the unruly strands. Your insides fluttered at the sudden touch, filling you with warmth as a pleased sigh slipped escaped you. Even though it hadn't been too long since both of you started dating, every touch and graze of Comte’s hands on your body always made you feel giddy like a teenager.

“What brings you here this early?” he asked, taking your hands into his.

“I wanted to show you something. Of course, I can't do that with you standing here though.” You wiggled eyebrows at him and added after a pause- “Oh and my apologies for what I’m about to do,” you said- with not an ounce of sorry on your face, instead- mischief glazing your eyes.

Before Comte could get in a word, you grabbed his wrist and dragged the man away- receiving many questioning and intrigued stares from the other residents as you passed by the dining area with a dumb struck Comte following after you. Well- you didn't blame them for their gawking mouths...it wasn’t a normal occurrence to see the mansion’s ‘father’ being dragged away. Not that you cared anyways.

“Why are you in such a hurry, love?” A singy songy voice spoke up from behind.

“Nothing Arthur- mind your own business,” you huffed with Comte still in tow

The writer laughed wolfishly at your retort, flopping the newspaper on the table; he eyed the two rushing figures with an impish look.

“Why won’t you just tell me?” Comte asked again, coming back from his initial shock.

“Nope- we’re almost there!”

“Dear… what in the world-” again, he got cut off, but now mesmerized by his new bright surroundings. 

It was in fact, marvellous, the tiny cold snowflakes drizzled onto both of you; sending shivers down your spine, the feeling was almost therapeutic and you just knew Comte felt the same from the small grin plastered on his face. Instead of holding onto the man’s hand- you now gestured at the air with a swing of your arms.

“This is what I wanted to show! Isn’t it beautiful?” whispering, you blew hot air to your shivering palms.

You failed to notice how Comte turned to look at you with soft- loving eyes. He held your hands and brought them to his chapped lips. Peppering ticklish kisses along your knuckles- your heart almost stopped beating that instant, a pink blush crept up from your cheeks as your mouth went dry. Flustered, you looked anywhere but at Comte. He appeared so ethereal in that moment- shiny hazel eyes looked through long lashes- oh those gorgeous lashes and his uncombed hair which was adorned with specks of white

You let out an awkward cough to hide your embarrassment “So…. w-what do you think?” stammering, you cleared your throat.

“It's wonderful my love, but its beauty is nothing compared to yours,” the man replied slyly, his eyes crinkling in delight- finding your fumbling cute.

You gave him a light hearted smack on the chest at that, laughing while scrunching your nose. Wiggling your arms around his waist as you let out a shaky breath, you felt his own pair pulling you slightly closer. Both of you stood there, looking at each other in comforting peace- as if bewitched by the other’s presence.

Comte’s left hand trailed up from your waist, between the shoulder blades until it rested snugly right below your head. He inched his face closer until your noses touched.

“May I?” he asked for permission, eyes flitting from your lips to your shiny eyes.

Instead of answering, you wrapped your hands around his shoulders- pecking his mouth. Sighing at the contact, Comte ran his tongue along your bottom lip before biting it. You whimpered, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Smell of butter and cologne filled your senses immediately- it was almost too much to bear once your knees started to feel weak. Your heart thrummed rapidly against your chest, making it harder to breathe. Somewhere along the way- your hands shifted to Comte’s short locks, tugging at it to get leverage. His own hands wandered around your waist and back like they had a mind of their own. The silent garden was now filled with both of your soft moans and gasps- produced by each and every jerk of movement.

You then slowly parted, taking shallow yet hurried breaths. Lips now shaking and hands trembling from excitement, the two of you simply stayed that way til calming down. 

“It’s getting colder, shall we go inside?” Comte gave a last peck.

You only nodded in response, he slipped his fingers into your hands as you swung them back and forth,

“Thank you my love.”

“For what?”

“For staying with me,” he said before going back into the mansion- leaving two pairs of footprints on the thick crunchy snow.  

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[isbus]

The City

Summary

Adam begins his adventure at the main spot for Greedy demons.

Chapter 2: All Bets Are Off

“What else do they have here?” I ask before regretting my decision as I knew, they have everything... don’t they? I groaned as he started listing off things such as clubs, restaurants, museums, casinos, wait, casinos? That sounds fun! Let’s go to the casino! I hope I’ll see King Dice or someone like that! “Let’s go to the casino!” 

“Which one? The Bettigan Casino is the most popular but if you want the least popular then...” he trailed off as I fake-snored. “Soo... you want the Bettigan Casino?”-I nod-“Alright, basic bitch casino it is.” He took my hand and dragged me out of the club to the packed streets, looking for bright lights and loud sounds as if he was a zombie. “This way, sidekick.”

Sam walked over to the right and over through an alley filled with moans, and groans, and lascivious noises just to be in front of a very bright building that was covered in multiple different lights. We entered through the velvet doors and saw multiple crazy sights- beautiful people playing outrageous games, many creatures with instruments playing on a stage, and people watching the music being played. 

“Wow... this place is huge!” I shake Sam with excitement and energy. I could hear Rock It For Me by Caravan Palace being played by the band but it quickly ended and soon Trouble by Cage the Elephant started. A girl with blonde hair and a red dress with a card skirt began to sing. “What should we do?” I was out-of-my-mind excited. 

“Haven’t you been in a casino before?” he asked, sounding curious as if the sights were new to him as well. 

“No, I died at 19.” I say matter-of-factly. He groans in response. 

“Shit, I died at 21 and didn’t get a chance to go to a casino so... I guess we’re both fucked on the thought of doing something here...” he looked down at his shoes before hearing the clicks from the shoes of someone who stood over him. He looked up when seeing his shadow overlapped by another man’s shadow. 

“Hello there, I’m Spade Clubs, but please, call me one or the other.” He smiled with pearly white teeth and pale rose lips. He had a brown quiff, a blue vest, dark blue slacks, a green club tie, a club mark next to his mouth, a green and blue top hat, and dark forest green dress shoes. His smile, which was directed towards Sam, suddenly became a grin when seeing me stare. “Are you curious, Adam?” 

“How do you know my name?” I ask. He chuckles back at me and pushes my fringe aside to look at me in both of my eyes. 

“I can see your horns, Adam.” I stare into his club and spade pupils as his face gets close to mine. He immediately backs up and laughs. “I’m kidding! I know it because I have my own Dead Encyclopedia!” I look awfully scared as he asks what’s up. 

“Oh, you got me, that’s all.” I felt the top of my head for safe measures. He laughs some more at my reaction, making me sound a little irritated at his annoying laugh. I bet some girl in the audience thinks it’s sexy. I laughed along with him before continuing to talk. “So, What should we do here?” I ask. 

“What do you feel like doing? Playing games? Listening to music? Having fun?” He whispered the last question just to wink. 

“None of that, we’re not fags!” Sam tried to defend before saying another word. “You’re not gay, right?” I shake my head. 

“I didn’t say you had to have me, you could have Diamond if you wanted to. But that’s not the point... you can do anything you want down here including eating broccoli soup with belladonna leaves! So, do what you wanna do, eat what you wanna eat, play what you wanna play, and so on and so forth.” His hands done weird gestures as he spoke about what happens down here. He laughed after he was done explaining. “So, I’ll help you out with what you can do down in Mr. Bettigan’s Casino of Fun and- well- fun!” 

I smile as he begins to push us towards a table by a window. We sat down and watched as the star of the show sing the final parts of the song. She vocalized at the end before exiting the stage. I noticed Spade walk over to the backstage but I couldn’t tell what was happening from there. Suddenly I saw them both walk out from backstage and walk towards our table. Women were vocalizing and once I looked on the stage, I saw a bowl of clam chowder sat on a stool behind the microphone. 

“How do you do? I see you met my faithful waiting-man.” She sung to the beat. I noticed that the clam chowder, as anyone would expect, wasn’t singing. She smiled. “Alright I’m done with the jokes. I’m Diamond Hearts. What’s your name? Isn’t it Adam Vil?”

I nearly shouted in rage from how pretty much everyone I met knew my name. “Yes, how’d you know?” I asked, sounding a tad annoyed.. 

“Oh, this is simple, it goes a little like Spade-told-me-everything.” She laughed. “Now, what would you like to do? Eat, drink, play, or all of the above?” I was hungry so I told her that I wanted to do all of the above starting with food. Spade moved over to the a door which I presumed lead to the kitchen and came out with menus in the crook of his arm. Diamond took one from Spade and then passed it over to me. Spade gave the other one to Sam while looking over at Diamond with a sincere smile. 

“Touch the button in the middle whenever you’re ready to order and I’ll be rushing to your table in a matter of time.” He directed his smile to us before strutting over to the entrance where he began to wait for the next people to enter. I pulled up the menu that was handed to me and searched the menu for something that suited my fancy. 

Sam on the other hand, looked over the menu then put it down with the speed of Usain Bolt. He looked over at me as I gave him a questioning stare. “What? All I want is a bottle of whiskey and some chicken tenders.” He nearly shouted. Spade heard that and rushed over to our table. 

“Didn’t I tell you that you have to press the button? But never mind your mistake, I presume you’re ready to order?” He asked sounding kind to cover up his anger. “You,”-he pointed to Sam-“ordered whiskey and chicken tenders; couldn’t forget that for the world. So, Adam, what would you like?” He looked over at me— was his spade pupil always on the left side? 

“I want vodka and Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes.” I simply stated while Sam glared. 

“Oh! How exciting and different that is! I’ll get my cooks to make it the best just for you as you ARE the prince of Hell.” He giggled like a girl then ambled over to the kitchen. I stared at Sam as he glanced back at me from time to time.

He sounded irritated as he asked me the most boring question. “What?”  

“Nothing but one question; why whiskey and chicken tenders?” I didn’t know what to ask so I just asked a question that was in the back of my head and should have not been asked. It was awkward cause I knew what his response was, “Why should I tell you”, or “It’s because my family liked it”. But I never would guess anything like what he said. 

“I ate that when I died,” I assumed that his food was poisoned or something until I was fully aware of why their was a noose around his neck and a shirt that said ‘Beer Pong Champ’ in black sharpie on the blank canvas of a shirt. “Before I killed myself, I was drinking and eating that same meal. But then I got so drunk, I must’ve hung myself.”

My heart was tugged at as he spoken about his death. “That’s depressing...” I mumbled. I thought about my death and realized that we had similarities. "Wait," 

"What?" He quickly responded. 

I thought about it some more before continuing the conversation. "I had a friend when I was alive who committed suicide while intoxicated. Could that have been you?" I looked at him in the eyes. 

"I- Maybe... But my Adam didn't know his dad- Wait. That explains everything! No wonder we get along so well!" He reached over the table with his arms out for a hug. I rejoiced in my head and done the same as him. Our arms wrapped around each other as we smiled.

When we were in the middle of said hug, we heard someone clear their throat. "Hot food and cold drinks are here!" We stopped hugging, sat back down, and looked to see Spade with a tray of food. "Thank you." He smirked with a singy-song voice. Spade sat the food down in our respective areas along with the drinks towards the tops of our knives. 

"Thanks, Spade!" We both conveyed to him. 

He laughed since we were synchronized when speaking. "It's nothing as long as you pay the bill." Spade howled with laughter. "Now let me leave you two lovebirds alone." He began to walk away before we could start protesting against his words. Sam shook his head. 

"Never really liked the king, or the queen, or any of the card demons. They're all just bad people." Sam mumbled under his breath. 

I was very confused. "Who and what are you talking about?" I asked him like if I didn't know I was gonna die... again. 

Sam glared at Spade as he sashayed away. "Don't you know? He's the king of black cards, Diamond is the queen of red cards, there's two more but they don't go with the suits. They're just jack and joker. The people who run this place are card demons. They suffer from the sin of greed. Like Spade's death; he used to bet his life for a abundance of money." 

"Wow... I didn't think of that..." Then I started to think of the other sins. 

If they suffer from the sin of greed then there must be at least six other sins to deal with in my venture through The City... 

"Uh, hello? Ya there?" Sam snapped me back into reality with his rough voice that makes me- wait. I nearly said something I might regret... oOpS 

"Oh! Uh.. yeah just thinking." I responded awkwardly. 

"Don't think to much; those demons of Lovers Land really like a man who can think without his dick." He laughed. I didn't laugh until I came to realize that maybe the demons there might be strippers. I bet they work at a club like 'Satan is my Daddy'. 

"Haha, yeah." He was really funny for a guy with such a tragic backstory. Although, that makes sense since that one comedian said something about funny people being depressed and stuff. I can't remember the exact quote. But instead of dwelling on his sadness, I decided to eat. 

Once he remembered that he had food, after seeing me dig in, he took a few bites. "It seems they put a little bit of hearts hormones on my chicken tenders..." he told himself. 

"Of course we did!" Spade loomed over Sam and smiled with closed eyes. Suddenly opening them to see his pupils switched from what we were used to. "What better way to knock out the prince of Hell's friend?" That sincere smiled changed to a sinister grin. 

"Good thing that chef of yours put in only one shot." Out of fucking nowhere, the glass shattered leaving us with, surprisingly, no cuts? Once our eyes opened from the shock, we looked over to our right to see (insert LoZ Chest Opening Music here) a man with messy blonde hair, a decorative mask, and a Vega-like* costume. 

"Prince Adam," He began, his words muffled by the mask since it had no mouth holes. "It's time to meet your fate... AGAIN!" He shouted while drawing his sword, a blood stained katana. 

"Who in (censored)'s name are you?!" His eyes, which you could barely tell, widened. 

"How dare you speak the un-lord's name in vain?! No wonder the king sent me here to kill you... again." You could barely tell but he began glaring at me. "I wonder how many cuts it'll take for the Devil's son to officially die..." 

Sam throws a bottle down to get the guy's attention. "I bet you won't be able to cut him at all!" 

The man, about to cut me, stopped at the word 'bet'. "What are you going to give me in return?" 

"This!" He holds up a hand grenade which was covered in rust and had an upside down cross. 

It was clear that he wanted it, by the way he stared in awe. "The 'Unholy Hand Grenade'?! How did you get your hands on that?!" 

"Does it matter? It's yours if you manage to slice him at least once." Sam winks at me. 

"Did you just wink at him?" 

"Of course not. Why?" 

"I swore you did..." 

"If you keep it up I won't give you it." 

"Ugh!" The man rushes towards me with his katana. "Give me everything you got, Adam!" He begins by jabbing at me, which I avoided by backing up. I tripped over a table, but I immediately got behind it. Once I thought I was safe, he stabbed through the round table. If I was any closer, it would be through my head. 

I thought he would pull it out and try stabbing in a different area of the table, but he actually lifted the table with his sword. What is his sword made of?! 

I tried running away but, before I could, he grabbed my shirt. Then I remembered Sam's wink. I thought quickly about what it meant, then I saw him about to slice my neck. My first instinct was to put my arm in front of my neck. 

I looked at my arm, and there was a deep, bloody, cut. I was about to scream in fear and pain, but I realized something very weird. There was no pain. I didn't feel the cut or anything. I might be imagining things, but, it looked like it was beginning to close up. 

"I did it!" He shouted. "Now, give me that Unholy Hand Grenade and I will end this!" 

Sam slightly grins. "Alright," he starts taking the pin out. "I will." The masked man's mask falls off and shows his terror. 

"NO! PLEASE, NO!" He yells in a plea. Once the pin was nearly out, a man with blonde hair, a yellow shirt and sneakers, and a jacket with pants (both black), snatched the hand grenade out of Sam's hand- pin and all. 

"Yoinked!" He grins. "Buh-Bye!" He throws his hand down as if he thrown a smoke bomb, then yellow smoke filled the room, and he was gone. 

Everyone who was still here, coughed and gagged on the smoke. People opened the windows to air out the yellow fog, and saw something that kids shouldn't see. Where the man was standing when he 'Yoinked' the Unholy Hand Grenade, was a mini slot machine which had a dancing stick figure*. 

"Damn. My most expensive item." He looked down. 

I quickly changed the subject. "Sam, where are we going next, anyway?"

- NOTES -

*1: Vega is a character from the Street Fighter franchise who I inspired the Masked man Jack O. Trades off of. 

*2 The Dancing Stick figure is a reference to Henry Stickman (GET DISTRACTED)

[sadienita]

Maison des cartes - The Magician

Witch!Yoohyeon x Gender Neutral Reader (feat. Siyeon, and Hyunjung of Rolling Quartz)

Word Count: 6.2k

Contents: magic, injury, blood, mentions of death

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trickery illusions

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You rubbed the back of your head, still sore from landing or falling or something, as you looked around the room. Had you not just seen the card do what it did you would have thought you had just fallen asleep and had a vivid dream. But the card, the piece of sheet music were unmistakable. There was definitely something going on in this house.

You gazed into the hallway, towards the front door. Was that why you couldn’t leave? Was something keeping you here for some reason? If there were more cards you might have to find each one. How many were there? Surely not a whole deck of them, but you might have to look around for them.

Your feet hesitated before walking cautiously towards the front door. There was a chance you could get out. Maybe there was only one card, even if there was a ripped piece of paper in your hand. Even if you felt like you probably needed to find more of that paper.

Still, it was worth a try.

You bit down on your lip as you crept quietly into the hallway. You didn’t feel as if you were being watched but you were now thoroughly spooked and had a sinking feeling you would be stuck here all night. You wrapped your fingers around the doorknob nervously and tried to turn it.

A sigh left your lungs when it didn’t budge. You were reluctant to let go but you knew now that there was no use wasting your energy on it. Something was keeping you here and you wouldn’t be leaving until you found all the cards it seemed.

You wandered slowly back through the living room. It looked just the same as it had that afternoon, admittedly darker. Nothing about it was all that creepy and yet…

You pinched the paper more firmly between your fingers as you gazed around the dark, dingy room before making your way towards the back of the house. You weren’t sure if there was an order to the rooms or if you should just wander and find the cards anywhere. You supposed if you had to look harder to find each one that would give you an answer.

You stepped into the old dining room, eyes quickly landing on the tarot card in the center of the sheet-covered table. You grimaced, not ready for the horrible feeling but knowing the faster you did this the faster you would get out. The figure on the card stared out blankly in the dim light of the moon. You placed the piece of paper carefully beside it on the table before taking a deep breath and grabbing the card.

~

Space was sucked out around you and you closed your eyes against the darkness, feeling more comforted when it was coming from your own eyelids. Your lungs strained for breath and you held in the little air you had, not sure how long this would take, where no sense of time existed and what was likely a second felt like an eternity.

Your feet hit the ground hard and you stumbled into a nearby tree. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as you did so and you coughed and gasped trying to catch it. You leaned into the tree as you gazed around, trying to take in your surroundings.

You were outside, you could tell that much from the breeze and the trees. It was getting dark, though not fully dusk yet. Shadows abounded around you and tall trees encircled you. Many leaves sat underfoot and the trees were barely clinging to their last few leaves as autumn waned and winter crept closer.

You weren’t sure where to go and you bit down on your lip, worried. No one was around you and the woods were quickly turning an inky black. The only options you had were to walk or to stay put and hope someone came along.

And of the two, as the wind whistled through the trees, you chose the former.

It didn’t seem to matter which way you went. You couldn’t see anything different in any direction as you started to walk through the woods. All that surrounded you was tall, sleeping trees doused in deep reds and long shadows. Dead leaves crunched under your feet and twigs snapped with your steps as you looked around you.

It was entirely possible that you would be walking for a long time, perhaps all night. At least last time you had come to right in front of the person you needed to help. Now you were lost in the woods with no idea who it was or where they were.

Was it like fate or destiny? Would you just magically walk into them? Could you even screw this up or was everything already decided? Or was this based on your choices? Maybe you were already walking in the wrong direction. Who’s to say that you would actually find the person you were meant to help. Could you be wandering here forever? Was that possible?

You wandered slowly into a small clearing, leaves littering the ground, looking as if they had freshly fallen. Wind rustled past you as darkness engulfed more of the forest around you and your eyes tried to adjust to the changing sky. Your foot sunk into the leaves as you stepped and you stumbled, other foot coming forwards and sinking in too, neither one moving.

A scream ripped itself from your throat as the leaves kicked up off the ground and the wind swirled around you in a cyclone. You shut your eyes against it and held yourself until it subsided, shaking and pulling at your feet as they both refused to budge, even your feet themselves wouldn’t be pulled from your shoes.

Shadows loomed in the forest ahead of you and you fell back onto the ground, clamping your hands over your mouth and hoping they didn’t notice you. Why couldn’t you move your feet? You fought to keep your breaths quiet as the wind blew past and the shadowy figures shifted, you were sure you heard strange voices or whispers.

A hand gripped your shoulder and you screamed, scrambling away from the touch and hearing a woman’s voice before you turned to see her.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

You whipped around, chest rising and falling in quick breaths as you took in the woman bending over you. Her light hair framed her face and just reaching her shoulders. Her lips were pulled into an anxious grimace and her eyes were wide and full of concern.

“God, she always does this,” she fussed. “I told her not to step traps but she thinks it’s funny, says it keeps people from bothering us.”

“I-I- who-”

“Oh, my sister,” she hummed, kneeling in the leaves and moss next to you. Her hands moved slowly over your feet as she mumbled and you gasped and tried to pull away as they started to glow. The woman only spared you a quick glance as she continued and you struggled, unsure what she was doing but with no choice but to let her do it until your feet came free from the ground and you pulled them away, scrambling back until your back hit a tree.

The woman stood up, dusting off her knees. “If you want to stay out here you can,” she said calmly. “But if you need somewhere to be you can come with me.”

It didn’t take you long to parse out your options and jump up from the ground. There was no chance you were staying out in the woods by yourself, especially if there were more traps laying out here. The woman gave you a knowing smile before turning to lead you through the woods. You stuck close to her as she led you from the clearing, unsure what you should say.

“Thanks,” you finally settled on. “For helping me out.”

The woman shrugged. “Don’t mention it. I’m not very good at counter spells and counter hexes but Yoohyeon has so many traps set out in the forest that it was good to learn them for when people or animals get caught up in them.”

“Yoohyeon is your sister then,” you hummed.

“Oh, yes. She’s my younger sister. I’m Siyeon, by the way.”

You introduced yourself quietly while pondering her words. “Why does she need so many traps?”

“Other than the laughs?” Siyeon sighed. “She wants to keep people away from our cottage. She’d rather we be the scary witches hiding out in the forest than in any way helpful.”

“You don’t sound so happy about it,” you mumbled.

Siyeon shrugged. “We’re not exactly… welcome in town. Sometimes it’s easier to create tricks and illusions. But it does mean it’s lonely out here.”

You digested her info quietly while you followed her, a glowing light ahead of you through the trees. You assumed that was their cottage, deep in the woods and hidden away from most people. Smoke curled out of the chimney and up into the dark night.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Siyeon asked.

“N-No,” you stammered, unsure how she knew.

“You can stay with us then,” she hummed. “Until it’s time for you to carry on. I imagine we’d have a lot more people travel through if it wasn’t for the thick woods and the maze of traps. Anyone who doesn’t know about us thinks this area of the woods is haunted, that’s what they tell their kids anyway.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, following her out into the clearing where the cottage sat. “I appreciate it.”

She gave you a small smile. “It’s no problem, you need the help and I’m glad to give it.”

Siyeon opened the door and the warmth of the cozy cottage washed over you. A fire crackled in the fireplace and lumpy blankets hung over the old couch. You heard footsteps come closer and Siyeon closed the door behind you and another young woman came bounding into the room.

“Singie I- Who’s that?”

“Our guest,” said Siyeon simply. “Who would have been caught in your trap all night if I hadn’t come along.”

Yoohyeon turned to you. “Ooo was it scary?!”

You felt a little uneasy as you returned her gaze. “I-I mean it frightened me.”

A smile broke out across her face. “Wonderful!”

“Yoohyeon,” Siyeon hissed. “You ought to say sorry. One of these days you’re really gonna hurt someone.”

Yoohyeon rolled her eyes. “She’s fine, and the trap worked. I call that a win.” She turned to you. “Did she offer you to stay here?”

“Of course I did,” Siyeon snapped before you could answer. “It’s the least we could do.”

“Yes yes,” Yoohyeon drawled. “Make yourself at home, just sleep with one eye open lest you be tricked again.” She grinned at you devilishly before she left the room.

Siyeon shook her head as she ushered you through the house. “Don’t mind her, she won’t try anything and usually her tricks are harmless. Let’s get you off to bed.”

~

True to what Siyeon said, Yoohyeon didn’t really bother you. You weren’t sure if she didn’t like playing tricks in the house or if it was only fun once to her but she didn’t try to trick you. She did watch you a lot. It was blatant, how she’d look up at you or followed you like she was observing you. It made you a little uneasy but that had to mean you were meant to help her right?

At any rate it only took a few days for the quiet to get to you when Siyeon was out and it was better to talk to her. You were hoping Yoohyeon was who you had to help.

“So, what do you two do out here?”

“Huh?” Yoohyeon’s eyes focused on your face as she gave you a confused look.

“What do you two do just, living out here in the woods?” you asked, getting quieter as she stared at your intently.

“We live,” she said simply. “It’s peaceful.”

“You set traps,” you mumbled. “How peaceful can it be?”

Yoohyeon giggled. “I need to have some fun.”

“It’s fun to terrify people?” you asked, moving to one of the old armchairs and dropping into it.

She rolled her eyes. “They’ll be fine.”

“You do remember Siyeon saying you would have left me out there all night, right?” You questioned.

“Oh come on, I’m not evil,” Yoohyeon laughed. “Singie doesn’t know that I can see everything around the cottage.”

You gave her a bewildered look. “You what?”

Yoohyeon jumped up excitedly. “You wanna see?!” She didn’t wait for you to answer, grabbing your hand and dragging you from the room as you stumbled behind her, just getting your footing when you made it to the stairs.

“Oh you’re gonna love this!” She said. “Singie knows I have this room but she never comes in. I have all sorts of fun stuff in here!”

“A-Ah okay,” you managed, stumbling along behind her.

The basement of the cottage was darker and you were sure it was bigger than made sense, but you weren’t about to question it. The floor was rough stone and there was a chill as she pulled you to a large wooden door, waving it open with her hand.

You gasped as she pulled you inside. The modestly sized room was packed with things. Shelves lined with odds and ends. Old books stacked from the floor to the ceiling. Old caldrons piled in the corner and a few strange large objects covered in sheets. The place looked old but the lack of dust led you to believe this is where Yoohyeon was when she wasn’t watching you.

“What is this place?” you questioned.

“My collections,” she smiled, her hand still in yours. “But I’ll show you what I wanted you to see.”

Yoohyeon led you to a table with a chair next to it. She sat and you watched as she reached down beside her and pulled out what had to be a crystal ball.

“That’s not an actual crystal ball?” you said.

“Well it’s useless for seeing the future if that’s what you mean,” she chuckled. “But look.”

Yoohyeon murmured something quietly while waving her hand over the orb. You watched something smokey appear inside it and sure enough in the depths of the smoke an image appeared, drawing a gasp from your lips.

“This lets me see everything.” With each movement of her hands a different spot in the woods outside appeared. “And this is my favourite part,” she giggled as the image changed again.

“Is that-?”

“Singie!” She said gleefully. “Just don’t tell her.”

“Why do you spy on her?”

“I’m not spying!” She said indignantly. “I’m just watching out for her.”

“Why do you need to do that though,” you asked, watching the miniature Siyeon walking through the forest. You only just caught the grimace on Yoohyeon’s face out of the corner of your eye.

“The townsfolk don’t take kindly to us.”

~

The fall wind chilled you as you wandered through the forest with Siyeon. You held her basket as she inspected different mushrooms and plants, unsure what any of them did.

“Siyeon?” you asked quietly.

“Mhm?” She seemed she was half listening but you continued anyway.

“Do you make potions? With these, I mean.”

Siyeon chuckled. “What do you know about potions?”

You bit down on your lip. You doubted, even in this place with magic and witches, that falling through a portal was a good explanation as to why you knew what you did. How would you even go about explaining that and what it meant? You didn’t even know yourself, just that this was the only way to get out of the house.

That thought was so far from your mind, that you were still trapped. It seemed a million miles away while you stood here in the fresh forest air with warm sun and cool wind.

“We have stories about witches and their potions,” you settled on. 

Siyeon hummed. “Nasty stories I’m sure.”

You shrugged. “Some of them, not all though. I’ve heard of potions in stories that do lots of things.”

“Well,” she sighed. “I don’t do much. I mostly study charms and spells.” A grimace tugged at her lips.

“Is that bad?” You asked.

“I’m bad at it,” she said. “I like making potions though but they’re usually very basic things. I don’t have any potion recipes and the trek to get a potion book is long and dangerous.” She gazed back in the direction of the cottage. “I wouldn’t wanna leave Yoohyeon alone out here by herself that long.”

“Yoohyeon can’t handle herself?”

Siyeon sighed. “She… She can in theory. She’s certainly capable but people can be vicious. If any of her traps get too out of hand and too many of them come here…”

“You’re so deep in the forest,” you said, leaning against a tree. “Who’s going to come out here just to come after her when they don’t even know she’s alone?”

Siyeon shook her head. “You know, my mother would have said that people change. That it was a long time ago. And Yoohyeon was too young to remember a time when people were nice. But I do.”

Siyeon stood properly, dropping mushrooms into your basket and leaning next to you. “She used to help them. And father would go on long trips. We don’t live close to other magical people so it takes time to get things. I think mother was always as careful as she could be and she helped them, the people in town.”

She stuffed her hands deep in the pockets of her cloak. “New people came to town. And strictly speaking, magic isn’t allowed. But there were never guards around so it wasn’t a problem until the rumours started. Awful rumours that our mother was raising the dead, that she would destroy the whole town.”

“I don’t know why people believed it but less and less did people come for help. And then one night she woke us up so quietly and pulled us out of bed. We grabbed only what we could carry and I don’t think I or Yoohyeon understood what was happening as we snuck out of town until we were on the edge of the forest and we smelt smoke and looked back to see thick, black smoke and flames rising right where our house sat.”

Siyeon looked up at the sky. “Father was away, and you know I think that was why mother was so sad. She knew with her charms he would never be able to find us. And he never did. We’ve lived out here ever since.” She paused. “Mother died some time ago, so it’s just us now.”

“I don’t blame you,” you mumbled.

“Hmm?” 

“I don’t blame you, for not trusting them. I wouldn’t either.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I just wish it were easier.”

~

“Oh shoot!”

You looked up from the spell book that was a fascinating read, even if you couldn’t do magic, to where Yoohyeon was pouring over the small, faded print on her spell book. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I need things for this,” she muttered.

“Things?” you questioned.

“Yes some spells work better with artifacts or herbs or whatnot.” She looked towards the door, biting her lip. “I’ll be right back, alright?”

“Sounds good,” you nodded.

Yoohyeon left the room quickly. Maybe she didn’t trust that you’d leave her things alone? Fairly enough you hadn’t been here that long, had you? You pondered how long you had been around, the days seemed to meld together and you weren’t even sure that you were really here. Maybe you were imagining it all. Maybe you were knocked out on the floor and you were always there.

Your thoughts were interrupted by rustling behind you. You flipped around to see the sheets over the table moving.

That had never happened before.

“Y-Yoohyeon!” you called. You weren’t sure where she had gone but evidently out of earshot.

The sheet moved as if something was under it. Could there be? Maybe it was just an animal. Whatever it was made no sound other than the sheet moving against the table and whatever was stacked under it. You couldn’t hear any footsteps coming back yet and if something was stuck under there…

You inched closer to the table, hoping whatever it was wouldn’t notice you. Maybe you could just lift the sheet and let it out so it didn’t knock over the table that kept teetering on it’s three feet. 

Your breath stayed stuck in your throat as you grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it off the table in one tug.

No animal came out. In fact the second the sheet was gone the table stilled. You stared down at its surface. There was a small stack of what looked like very old books, a messy pile of letters, and a curious mirror whose surface seemed to move and shimmer, almost like the surface of a pond caught in the sunlight.

“What are you doing?!”

You whipped around to see Yoohyeon in the doorway, red in the face and more intimidating than you’d ever seen her.

“I-I-” Your mouth seemed to dry up as you curled in on yourself under her gaze, stomach dropping.

“Get out!”

“I-”

“GET OUT!”

You let go of the sheet and ran past her out the door and up the stairs, heart pounding out of your chest.

~

Days had passed and Yoohyeon was still being cold towards you. You weren’t sure what you had seen that she was so upset about but you were afraid to bring it up. ‘Give her time,’ Siyeon had said. ‘She’ll come around.’

You hoped that was true. You felt stagnant, stuck. It was Yoohyeon you were meant to help and at the moment she didn’t even want to talk to you. You certainly weren’t going to force her to but you weren’t even totally sure what she needed from you. You figured the cards had something to with it but you still weren’t sure how, just that you needed to fix things, or help.

You scowled as you wandered in the woods. The evening sun still gave you enough light and Siyeon was too busy with charms so you thought you ought to take yourself for a walk. You hadn’t come up with any ways to help Yoohyeon, but you weren’t sure what she needed either. No amount of racking your brain was helping you. With Yoobin the situation had presented itself, but here…

Your thoughts were interrupted by whimpers through the thick trees. You strained your eyes and moved slowly towards the sounds, trying not to rustle the leaves too much.

“I-Is someone there?”

You stopped, biting your lip and listening. Should you even go any closer.

“P-Please, p-please help,” the voice was weak. As far as you knew, the only magical thing in these woods were Siyeon and Yoohyeon. But you didn’t know this world, there was a good chance you didn’t know the extent of what was out there.

But then again, if it was just a person… 

You moved towards the voice and they called out to you until you saw a woman with long, dark hair sitting on the ground, holding her leg and looking around frantically. She spotted you as you moved through the trees and called out to you, tears in her eyes.

“Please! Please it hurts!”

As you made it closer, the light dimming around you quickly, you realized why she was on the ground. The leg she was holding was bent at an odd angle and even under the long skirt of her dress you could tell it was obviously broken. As you dropped to your knees next to her she gripped onto you.

“D-Don’t go- please- please I d-don’t want to die out here!” She was in hysterics and in pain and you swallowed down as your stomach flipped.

“I’m not gonna leave you here,” you said as steadily as you could. “Let’s- I-” You gazed at her leg with a grimace. “You can’t walk, can you.”

She shook her head frantically. “P-Please…”

“Okay, okay,” you looked around quickly. Now would be a perfect time for Yoohyeon to come to your rescue but that’s if she was looking into her crystal ball. Or maybe she was ignoring you. Had one of her illusions or traps caused this? You weren’t sure now was the moment to ask as you searched the brush on the forest floor. Your eyes caught sight of the large stick just before your hands found it and you pulled it from beneath the leaves.

“Here,” you said. “If we brace your leg I can get you to my place.”

The woman nodded quickly as you pushed up the skirt of her dress. The sight of her leg bent so oddly and claw marks in her skin, still bleeding, made your stomach turn but you did your best to ignore it. Your hands hovered over her leg, and you made eye contact with her. She pulled her shawl from around her shoulders and stuffed a part of it into her mouth before nodding.

You gritted your teeth before grabbing her leg and straightening it as quickly and smoothly as you could. The woman gripped onto her clothes and squeezed her eyes shut, a scream of pain muffled by the fabric in your mouth as you set the large stick beside her leg, mumbling a “sorry” and pulling off your own shawl, wrapping it around her leg and tying it tightly as she cried. You did the same with your scarf before hesitatingly pulling hers away from her and using it too.

“Okay,” you said shakily. “Let’s try to get to the cottage.”

The woman nodded as you grabbed her arms. You could see she was holding in sounds of pain as much as she could as you pulled her up and moved under her arm, supporting her weight as much as possible. She stumbled next to you, clearly feeling faint but desperate to get out of the woods as you started towards the cabin as quickly as her legs would allow.

“How- uh…” You wanted to talk, to keep her awake, but you didn’t have many questions to ask. “Or… what’s your name.”

“Hyunjung,” she said quietly. “I’m Hyunjung.”

You nodded, wishing there was something faster than walking to get you back. You were worried her body might give out on the way, especially with how she still seemed to be bleeding.

“Are you from around here?” You asked.

Hyunjung nodded as she dragged through the leaves. “I… I’m from town.”

“Ah,” you weren’t sure what the others would say. You knew they didn’t want people from town here. But what were you supposed to do, leave her to die? Did she know where she was? How had she even gotten out here in the first place? What caused her leg to be so mangled?

“I know…” Hyunjung was getting heavier and you strained your eyes ahead. You could make out the light of the cottage and you were nearing the clearing slowly.

“We’re almost there, Hyunjung.” You said, unsure if it was to calm her or yourself.

“I know about this place,” she said quietly. You looked at her and saw the fear pass through her eyes. 

“Please,” you said. “They can help you.” You didn’t even know if that was true, but as you nearly dragged her into the clearing you had no time to think on it anymore.

The front door burst open and Yoohyeon rushed out, the small mirror-like object clutched in her hand before she stuffed it into the pocket of her cloak. She said your name in a quiet tone as she rushed towards the two of you. Hyunjung clung to you with all the strength she had, shaking and letting out whimpers, as if nothing could manage to get past her lips.

“I found her,” you said. “Out in the woods by herself. She was already-”

“I know,” Yoohyeon replied evenly. “I just saw.” Even as Hyunjung cried Yoohyeon managed to get under her other arm and the two of you pulled her into the cottage, getting her to a couch before she collapsed.

~

“Yoohyeon!” Siyeon’s voice was more angry than you’d ever heard it. “What the hell did you do?!”

“Nothing,” she hissed, flipping through book pages. “I wouldn’t do this to someone.”

“I told you those traps were going to hurt someone!” Siyeon growled.

“This isn’t me. It’s not from my trap!” Yoohyeon shot back.

“Of course not,” Siyeon muttered. “God you know they’re stupid and you know they’re dangerous. This is really too far-”

“I said I didn’t do it!!” Yoohyeon yelled.

“Shut up!” You cried. They both stopped and stared at you. You’d managed to move Hyunjung to the table to clean and heal her more easily but the fighting was no help.

“Look I don’t know much about magic, but I do know that humans need blood to not have broken bones. She needs help so just shut up and help!”

Both women dropped their gazes and nodded. You kept your spot by her head, making sure she was still alive while Siyeon finished cleaning up her leg before leaving a small vial beside you.

“It’s not much,” She murmured. “But it’ll help when she wakes up.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled tiredly.

Siyeon nodded before leaving the room and Yoohyeon let out a flustered sigh.

“There’s nothing here! You would think a comprehensive book would have healing spells.”

“Do you have anything else?” You asked, unsure if she would survive without magic. “She can’t die, Yoohyeon. Not like this.”

“No, no she can’t,” Yoohyeon said, tone dark. She gazed at Hyunjung and you watched as realization came to her eyes before her body slumped.

“What? What is it?”

She sighed and held out her hands flat. You watched as a book appeared, a book that had been hidden under a sheet in her basement room.

“Yoohyeon?” She didn’t answer you as she stood and opened the book, pouring through it and grimacing when she found whatever she was looking for.

“I can do it.” She said. “I think, but it’ll be a long night.”

~

None of you slept all night. You sat up with Siyeon and Yoohyeon. Yoohyeon led the spells and Siyeon helped where she could but for the most part, all you could do was check on Hyunjung and make sure Yoohyeon had water and stayed standing. The incantations were long and grueling and you had never seen magic take so much out of her before. She held her hands as still as she could over Hyunjung’s body as she read out the words until she knew them by heart. You watched as the clock ticked through the middle hours of the night and Yoohyeon’s eyes slipped shut, all of her energy on the spell and the steady glow that illuminated Hyunjung’s leg.

Even as your eyes grew heavy you noticed her heart beating stronger, the shallower, uncovered cuts on her leg healing. Siyeon tied back Yoohyeon’s hair and hummed encouragement to her as the night fatigued her, reading the spell over her shoulder and nodding thoughtfully before moving closer to you and offering you water.

“It doesn’t just fix the bone,” Siyeon kept her voice as soft as possible so as not to disturb Yoohyeon who seemed almost in a deep trance. “It replenishes the blood, and cleans it. That’s what takes so much out of her.”

“Is there anything else we can do?” You asked.

Siyeon shook her head. “I can give her my energy, but even that will only do so much. It is working though,” she gazed at Hyunjung’s leg. “She should be done as the sun rises. If all goes well, that’s when Hyunjung will wake up.”

“And until then?”

Siyeon grimaced. “We won’t know if it fully worked until then.”

~

Sunlight peeked through the window and you blinked your tired eyes. Yoohyeon’s voice was horse and quiet as she finished the line she was saying and Hyunjung started shifting. 

“Oh thank god,” Yoohyeon mumbled before her eyes slipped closed and her body fell to the floor. 

“Oh my god!” You jumped from your spot and to the floor next to her, clearing hair out of her face. Siyeon handed you a cool cloth for her forehead and you watched until she started to stir a little before she turned to Hyunjung and spoke to her quietly. You held the cloth to Yoohyeon’s forehead until she blinked her eyes open, gazing up at you.

“Wh-What?”

“You passed out,” you hummed. “But you did good.”

“You did it,” Siyeon said from where she stood next to Hyunjung, and you could hear the smile in her voice. “You did it, Yoohyeon.”

“Good,” she voice was breathless and tired as her eyes closed again, breathing heavily. 

~

Despite trying to stay awake with Hyunjung you fell asleep on the couch shortly after getting Yoohyeon to bed. When your eyes blinked open the sun was slipping down the sky and your head was rested comfortably in Hyunjung’s lap while she read a book she’d found in the room. A yawn let loose past your lips and you sat up slowly, taking in the smile on her face.

“How are you feeling?”

“I should ask you that,” you chuckled. “Have we all been sleeping?”

“Siyeon’s been up a bit,” she hummed. “I talked with her.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry, I should have stayed up.”

“No, you were up all night.” She fiddled with her dress mindlessly. “Siyeon told me what you all did, what Yoohyeon did.”

“Ah,” you couldn’t think of a response.

“I’d always heard witches were terrible,” she mused. “I never thought one would save my life. I didn’t think there was much good magic in the world.”

“They’re good people,” you said. “People don’t trust them.”

“They could do so much good,” she said. “And they’re hiding out here.”

You sighed. “People don’t want their help. They’d be run out of town.”

Hyunjung thought for a moment. “That just doesn’t seem right.”

“Well if you ever think of a way to fix it,” you yawned, stretching. 

“Yeah,” she sighed.

~

Hyunjung was ready to leave the next day, though it took time. Siyeon and Yoohyeon loaded her down with food and told her the best way out and told her not to wander the woods at night before she managed to leave. Siyeon, tired as she was, wandered out into the woods and you found your way down to Yoohyeon’s room where she was holding the books and looking in the mirror-like object.

“It shows you what’s coming,” she said as you stepped into the room, not bothering to look up. “My mother enchanted it.”

“Like people?” you asked.

Yoohyeon shook her head. “Events, people in need. I think this was how she knew to take us from the house that night.”

“Do you remember that?” you asked, sitting next to her.

“Siyeon told me,” she hummed. “It’s how I knew Hyunjung had been attacked, that you were bringing her. You don’t choose though, the mirror shows what it wants.”

“Mother did a lot of this, healing magic. She helped people for a long time.” Yoohyeon looked up at you, clutching the mirror and book to her chest. “Do- Do you think it could be like that? That the world could change again?”

“It did before,” you said simply. “Maybe something good will come. Either way, you saved a life.”

She smiled at you before her face fell again. “I didn’t see you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t see you that night, I didn’t see Hyunjung either. The mirror showed me but the crystal ball, it was like it had a blind spot. I don’t know what could have caused that. Otherwise I would have seen the full attack, and not the bits the mirror gave me.”

You thought for a moment, digesting the information, “What did attack her?”

“Some sort of dog of wolf? I didn’t get much. I just- I’ve never seen many around here. It’s curious.”

She placed her things on the table next to her. “I’m glad you brought her here.”

“I wouldn’t have just left her there,” you said.

“No, I know I just- I didn’t know I could do that. I didn’t think I could.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Sometimes it takes a push.”

“Yeah, I think it does.” Yoohyeon pushed out of her chair and wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug and you hugged her back, a strange feeling pulling at you as darkness encroached on your vision. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, just before you vision went black.

~

willpower desire creation 

~

A gasp left your lips as you sucked in air and the dust made you cough. Your back was sore from presumably hitting the floor again and as you stood your eyes caught the card on the table spin around before going up in a puff of smoke, replaced by another scrap of sheet music.

Masterlist

[wanderbard]

a v short drabble about hiccups and laughter.

They were saving the world! Well, at least that was what Kiwi was thinking. Nothing was swaying the bard on this thought. They were on the biggest, most grandest adventure of their lives! So what if they weren’t heroes? Miriam and themselves were special in their own ways! 

For now, they rested. 

Miriam landed them in some wooded area that looked safe. They managed to get a fire going, and Kiwi was singing and telling stories, while Miriam sat with her thoughts. Was she good enough to try and save the world? All her life she’s felt useless, and alone. Maybe she was making a mistake? Maybe she- 

Hic!

She looked over at the source of the interruption. Kiwi sat with their hand over their mouth, and a slight blush tinting their face. After a couple seconds they cleared their throat and started to sing, but-

Hic!

Again. A small frown came over Kiwi’s face. One of the things they hated most in the world was not being able to sing! 

Hic!

Miriam couldn’t take it! It was such a stupid noise coming from the bard. Oh no, she was gonna… she couldn’t… Not in front of someone! 

“Miri-hic-am?” Kiwi could see the struggle on her face, but wasn’t sure why she was struggling. Did she not feel well? “Hic! You okay?”

Then, a snort came from the witch. She doubled over, arms wrapped around her stomach, and she laughed. A truly genuine laugh. Kiwi looked on in delight. A smile spread across their face.

“I’ve never heard -hic- you laugh before!” Kiwi commented with pure glee!

Miriam wiped a tear from her eye. “Gahh, sorry it’s stupid. I laugh weird and-”

“No no!” Kiwi cut off. “It’s wonderfu-hic!”

Now they were both laughing. The silent forest alive with their voices. 

They both were trying to get themselves under control. 

“Sorry,"  Miriam started again as she tried to even her breathing. "About laughing at your hiccups. They’re just so ridiculous! Like a squeak!” She laughed a little more. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.”

“I pro -hic- promise never to tell anyone that you can actually laugh, though you shouldn’t be -hic!- embarrassed about laughing. It’s normal!” Kiwi spoke, their arms spreading wide. “You should laugh more, Miriam!" 

"Hard pass.” Her neutral expression returned. 

Hic!

“Okay, let’s get rid of your hiccups so you can get back to being your singy self, and we shall never speak of this moment again.” Miriam left no room for argument. 

Even though Kiwi promised not to tell a soul, he was going to cherish this memory forever. They loved bringing smiles to people’s faces, and it was one of their secret goals to make Miriam smile more. They did it in a not so intentional way, but it was worth it in the end to see her laugh. 

not sure how to end this… so… the end. 

[evelynsfics]

The fate of the world.

"Destiny? Purpose? Only a fool would trust that to guide them." "Oh? I wonder, is that what you say to the face of death?" Luck is a tricky thing, but fear not, for a drink to take the edge off, might prove rather useful.

Tw; mentions of alchohol, mentions of drinking.

A storyteller trailed off, the words leaving her lips rather quickly as her previous story was left unheard. The man sitting on the table closest to her lifted the heavy mug to his lips with a shaky hand, the alcohol in it threatening to spill out like ocean waves violently crushing to shore. The woman looked at him, her eyes shining brightly for a second as she took his slurred words in.

"Oh? You wish me to tell the tale of this world? Very well."

She smiled clapping her hands once, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath.

"They say that at the start, there was nothing. Then, the strongest god bit his finger, letting a single drop of blood fall. That drop became a planet as it fell, leaving behind small traces of it's existance. Then, a gentle and kind god, upon hearing what the strongest god did, was so moved by their brave action, that they shed a tear. You see, for the gods to create something with their own blood was forbidden, for the rest of the gods feared what would come of it."

She looked down at the people listening, her smile faint, yet easy to see if you looked.

"And as the drop of blood fell and became a planet, the gentle god's tear filled it with water, giving life a chance to bloom. There, at the farthest corner of the void where the gods lived, an angry god glared at the two other gods, his hatred for them filling the new world with darkness. More gods came, each giving the planet something of their own, until, finally, the last god came. They...They where a god unknown by most, one the rest had not seen before. Their eyes held countless stars in them, a galaxy filled with life and possibilities, each a story, each a planet on their own. That god gave life on the planet knowledge, and upon doing so, they dissapeared, leaving behind dust of a star."

The story teller looked outside, her eyes briefly hovering on each face that passed by. For a second, it felt as if she was thinking of a future were she too could be as happy as them.

"And so, the world came to be. But man knew not of beauty, for the colors had been drained by a god so cruel, they wished to snuff out anything they could not have in the palms of their hands. The gentle god who's tears filled the oceans wept once more, and as their tears fell, they lit up the world, flooding it with color."

The woman wore a beautiful dark green dress with a matching hat that had a pale blue rose sitting softly on the side. Her hands looked scared, it would seem she liked traveling.

I wonder if this will be important later? Oh well.

Ayame sat at the bar, her gaze piercing, yet softer than what it once was.

"Don't spout such nonsense!"

A man shouted from a tucked away corner. You could clearly hear the alchohol in his voice as it tooo cotrol, even if it was muffled. In his hand he held a golden coin, and as it shimmered in the dim light of the tavern Ayame could easily see the delicate patterns carved into it by a skilled hand.

A treasure she would make sure to keep.

"Oh?"

Soft no longer, a single, harsh, glance made the man struggle to swallow the lump quickly forming in his throat. Dread sunk in his stomanch like a ship out at storm, his half lidded eyes now wide. He could see amusement in Ayame's eyes, the anger behind it masked far too well after years of experience.

Experience he did not have.

The tavern had always been lively, the food was good, the music was haunting yet people kept coming back for more like a moth to flame, and the people living near seemed to not mind when drunks stumbled in and out, the smell of alcohol trailing them like a shadow that refuses to let go. But alas, that was the normal here, bars and taverns at every turn, drunk people singing and dancing broken melodies strung together by fishing rods and friendships held at the toss of a coin.

The owner was a mysterious man, his voice calm yet cold, his eyes empty yet always hiding something just out of reach. Few knew his name, for he knew well to keep it a secret.

In this town, bad things happen to those the sea knows. And for the sea to know you, it needs your name.

[kmp78]

I also speak poor English, but listening to Val's heavy voice is terrible. It is as if a potato is stuck in the throat.

It's not so much the accent, but the singy-songy way she speaks.

It's annoying... 🙉