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anxiousapplepie · 27 days ago
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I'm just picturing all the roleswaps meeting and they're all talking only to realize thier fighters aren't there and when they turn around all the fighters are sparring and wrestling in the mud
A real "hey where did our fighters go?" moment and then they turn to the sound of combat and shenanigans They're not even trying to prove who's the strongest, they'd just be having fun
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buubonita · 4 months ago
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Punishment
Dust suffers a lot on his own but Nightmare nearby is a detonating amplifier of his agony. Nightmare takes great pleasure in pushing Dust to the edge and doesn't need much to accomplish it. But he never pushes him to an irreversible limit. It's like bending a spoon. Nightmare will fix him (or have Killer and Sans/Horror do it for him) afterwards. Dust gets punished a lot too because he's the most troublesome of the three. Some forget that Nightmare is a mass of darkness and his features or any distinctive details of his appearance are illusions of his aura. And Dust's susceptible mind imagines Nightmare in the most grotesque forms you can imagine!
Sans (Horror) and Killer often hear Dust scream when this happens. Silent nights are the most coveted for the two. So they wait.
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coolerhope · 3 months ago
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Gravity Falls His Dark Materials/Daemon AU
where Stanley's daemon falls into the portal with Ford while Ford's daemon stays behind with Stanley.
I'm thinking that Bill manages to drive a huge wedge between Ford and his daemon, maybe convincing him that daemons are just useless dust particles, that they are just basically shadow puppets illuminated on a wall. (Besides, Bill doesn't have a daemon so Ford doesn't need one either).
And then after Ford finds out about Bill's true colours, he locks his daemon away in a room somewhere in the house in a fit of paranoia/to protect it from Bill.
...And in the multiverse, Ford is very overprotective and would eviscerate anyone who would even attempt to touch Stanley's daemon.
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gl1tched-g0th · 3 months ago
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My shoulder hurts so bad rn plus I'm just generally curious so what do YOU, HDS / HRF nation, expect from future chapters. What are your theories or thoughts about the Significant 6 (ty @3lectra-he4rt for the nickname it's very silly :3) and how everything's gonna unfold
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pyrriax · 1 year ago
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year ago
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vettonso duh (mwah)
C!!!! You know me so wel!! 🤭🤭😘
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It's so funny to call them a comfort ship when they're also pretty toxic(positive) 😭 it's just such a fun ship bcs like on one hand, going through the trenches of 2010-2013, but then also like, the softness of the 2020s thus far 🥺🥺
Also I don't know why I keep doing these right before I need to go to class LMAO
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talentforlying · 9 months ago
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i have like four separately-dated posts in my drafts that are all completely unrelated to constantine, they're just me being excited about the concept of 'the end' in the magnus archives being self-terminating and self-defeating to the point where it might, by its very nature, have contributed to the creation and inevitable triumph of the extinction. what was happening in my life to get me so hype about this.
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agentplutonium · 1 year ago
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Hear me out—Redacted Supernatural(-ish) AU [Milo/Sweetheart Edition]
Listen listen i’m trying to finish supernatural (for the like tenth time over the last five years) and this idea would not leave me alone. Hear me out:
Sweetheart, who comes from a line of hunters, mother died when they were young, father taught them the ropes until he went missing. Milo, who is the son of a hunter, but he was raised normally. his dad died as well. Sweetheart is on a vendetta to get their dad back. He wasn’t always the best to them, but he’s all they got. they’re in town hunting something else, and decide to stop at Milo’s dad’s place to ask for help. they’re met with a woefully ignorant Milo and his aging mother. Marie explains what happened, which also reveals the truth to Milo. Milo doesn’t believe it at first, he throws the equivalent of a temper tantrum, which is understandable. He storms off, much to Sweetheart’s chagrin because it wasn’t safe out there. Marie tips them off that when Milo gets upset he usually ends up at the old park. They go out looking for him, worried that the thing they were hunting was going to beat them to it. They find him where his mother said he would be. They were relieved for about three seconds. the spirit got ahold of Milo. Sweetheart’s instincts kick in, and with Milo being a distraction they finally got the upper hand. When the thing was finally dealt with, they were able to tend to Milo, who got a few nasty gashes and was reasonably spooked, but was overall fine. the spirit got ahold of Milo. Sweetheart’s instincts kick in, and with Milo being a distraction they finally got the upper hand. When the thing was finally dealt with, they were able to tend to Milo, who got a few nasty gashes and was reasonably spooked, but was overall fine. He gets patched up, things get explained in broad strokes, they go back to his place, the events get explained to his mom. Sweetheart is urged to rest for a bit, stay the night, but they refuse. When they were getting ready to leave Milo stopped them. He wants to go with. He lost his dad young, didn’t really know the guy, and he could tell that this meant a lot to them. He wasn’t taking no for an answer, even after Sweetheart pointed out he’d be dead weight knowing nothing ab what they do. He promised he could learn. Marie wasn’t thrilled, but she knew it was inevitable. She made Sweetheart promise that they’d look after Milo if he went. Sweetheart still wasn’t convinced, and Milo basically had to strong arm his way into their car. They finally stopped fighting, figured he’d probably get scared off after a few hunts. They’d bring him back, leave him to live out his life, just a bit more aware of the nightmares. They’d be rid of him soon enough, they just had to wait. This doesn’t happen. No matter what, Milo still sticks by them. Sweetheart had given Milo information as they went, letting him look through their dad’s journal when they were staying in motels. They’d answer the questions, the inquiries, the what if situations. The two get closer over the months. Sweetheart is afraid they’re catching real feelings for this guy. They couldn’t love in a profession like theirs, not really. It was too dangerous. It’s why their dad never let them get too attached. But, something about Milo was… different. of course this story goes on, they fall in love, learn how to keep loving each other, trials and tribulations and near death experiences, the two find Sweetheart’s dad, he goes off on his own, Milo and Sweetheart probably keep hunting together but this time unabashedly in love, blah blah.
thats… that’s all i have. BUT i do really like this, i’m keeping it close to my heart.
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hvbris · 1 year ago
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@omniishambles . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑
Luxa sat at her desk, her pen hovering over the paper. Her letter was complete, all she had to do was sign, fold it, and put it in the envelope. Easy, right? She sighed, her heart heavy in her chest.
Was this a bad idea?
She had often asked her brother for advice in the past, but this was more than advice. She was asking for help. Would the people of District 13 hate her, if they knew? Would they feel betrayed?
But she was all out of ideas. Children were dying. The epidemic was spreading like wildfire, leaving behind nothing but grieving families and empty beds.
She signed and finally looked up from her desk to find Ripred, stationed not too far from her, as usual. His children were sick, too. She bit her lower lip, quickly returning to her task. Her pale, delicate hands folded the letter and placed it in the envelope.
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"Ripred," she said after a long silence, "I should do everything in my power to find a solution, shouldn't I?"
Ripred had been her guard ever since her "coronation", and in many ways, she trusted him more than the many advisors constantly hovering around her.
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h-i-raeth · 2 years ago
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The Shadow of Dust for WIP Wednesday! BECAUSE HDM MEETS STRANGER THINGS YES PLEASE.
Once again it turns out that I am a liar because I was thinking about Lore Things & a snippet came to me (even further into the plot than the last one, this is season 4 territory & this AU firmly has its start in season 1. RIP)
“It’s rare for a witch to have twins. Rarer still for them to be different sexes. A witchborn child who shares a womb with a witchling won’t age the way a witch does, but there is magic in them. They can be taught the texture of moonlight. They’ll bear the lengthening rite with as much ease as a witch. They’re like as not to Settle in a form with wings. 
“There’s a great deal of superstition surrounding the phenomenon. My mother’s tribe held a belief that such children were cursed. They’d have drowned my brother, if they’d had the chance. We might have been better off if my mother had let them.”
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nichmeddar · 1 month ago
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arthur leclerc
When The Dust Settles - Arthur Leclerc x Ricciardo! Reader
Summary: Arthur and Yn have been competing for years to be known as the best sibling on the F1 Grid. When the highs of the sport wear off, they realise that nobody can empathise with them better than each other. 
Warnings: Danny Ric’s exit. Swearing. Frenemies to lovers.
Requested: Yes by 1800-love-me
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yn_ricc when your brother gives you free clothes and then pays you to wear them? i think i like this little life
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danielricciardo i didn’t pay you to post your underwear online! cover up
→ yn_ricc omg stop embarrassing me or i’ll tell mum! i’m trying to be supportive of your business venture 
→ user these two are my favourite grid siblings, i swear 
arthur_leclerc yeah, well me and my brother have matching ambassadorships 
→ yn_ricc okay, and..? you don’t look as hot as i do when modelling it 
alexandrasaintmleux pretty girl 
→ user i love how yn actively terrorises alex’s brother in law but she still stans her 
user for someone who claims to hate her, arthur liked this within 2 mins of it being posted 
landonorris why hello there
→ danielricciardo no
→ landonorris but she looks hot! 
→ arthur_leclerc you don’t want all of that. trust me
→ yn_ricc can’t a girl decide for herself
→ arthur_leclerc you’re not a girl
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arthur_leclerc what a special moment, couldn’t be prouder 
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yn_ricc my brother did it first 
→ user oh that’s cold 
→ user love how she congratulated charles on his post but says this on arthur’s 
→ user gotta let everyone know she’s the better sibling 
scuderiaferrari okay but the hair ruffle was our favourite moment
charles_leclerc my brother! we did it! we won monaco! 
→ arthur_leclerc YOU won monaco! je suis si fier de toi
yn_ricc also, why are you using that poor puppy for a thirst trap. put your chest away. it’s nothing special 
→ arthur_leclerc i ignored you once. stop trying to get my attention. i’m busy celebrating my brother 
→ arthur_leclerc and i’ve been told i have a very nice chest! 
→ user oo someone took that personally 
user these siblings have my heart
→ yn_ricc did they kidnap it?
→ user miss girl saw all the comments praising the affectionate moment between charles and arthur and decided to go on a rampage 
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f1 when you’re in a “who’s the best f1 sibling” but these are your opponents 
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yn_ricc @/arthur_leclerc see how i’m first. again
→ arthur_leclerc how do i dislike a post?
user no see because yn is the better sibling. arthur is simply posting with a poster of a handsome man whereas she’s wearing a jumper of her brother’s most disgusting moment
→ yn_ricc you tell ‘em, babe
user arthur is defo the better sibling. he attends more races and he’s always in team merch
→ yn_ricc that’s because arthur doesn’t have a life
→ yn_ricc and since he left red bull, daniel doesn’t have good team gear. sorry but you wouldn’t have caught me dead in orange
→ landonorris it’s papaya! 
→ yn_ricc it’s disgusting! 
→ arthur_leclerc see, internet people. this is why i am better
user omg little arthur and yn karting 
→ user i love how he’s waving the flag around and she’s telling him off
→ yn_ricc he wouldn’t accept that i won
→ arthur_leclerc we crossed the line at the same time! 
→ yn_ricc yet my lap time was faster! 
danielricciardo that race was the bane of my existence for a whole year after. why would you remind me of it
→ charles_leclerc he complained about that race for ages. i cannot believe we have to listen to the same argument again
→ yn_ricc calm down, charles. it was just an inchident 
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yn_ricc i’ve grown up watching you love this sport. i’ve grown up supporting you, even when you were on teams i didn’t support. my big brother, my biggest idol. you have done so much to be proud of. don’t let anyone take that away from you. i love you more than all the butterflies (but i can’t deny that i’ll be pleased if i never have to watch you do a shoey again) 🦋🩵
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danielricciardo 💙
→ user the fact that she’s the only person he replied to. the ricciardo siblings mean everything to me
user @/arthur_leclerc you can’t compete with that
→ arthur_leclerc damn
user she really is the most supportive sibling 
→ arthur_leclerc i am right here
→ user this isn’t about you right now
lilymhe he’ll be missed so much, and so will you
alexandrasaintmleux i think you need a pick-me up brunch tomorrow. my treat
→ yn_ricc you might have to drag me out of bed first 
francisca.cgomes oh beautiful yn. we will miss you sorely. i hope you find a reason to make it back into the paddock some time
→ yn_ricc don’t worry, kiks. i’ll be visiting you all the time so see sweet simba 
user the fact that arthur hasn’t bullied her and she hasn’t replied to any of his comments show how serious this is. girly is heartbroken for her brother 
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yn_ricc so what do normal people do with their sundays? need some ideas now that i’m dealing with unemployment, lost my job as best grid sibling
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arthur_leclerc you never had that title!
→ yn_ricc stay delusional, king 
user um, looks like you have that sorted actually 
alexandrasaintmleux i quite like a shopping trip, if you wanted some company 
→ arthur_leclerc you’re supposed to be on my side in this war?? 
→ yn_ricc yes but she likes me more. and so does charles!
→ user out of pocket! 
→ charles_leclerc ☕️☕️
user a man! 
danielricciardo thank you for taking my loss so seriously 
→ yn_ricc i made you an unemployment cake. how much more serious do you want? 
→ arthur_leclerc and this is why i’m the better sibling. when charles lost monaco last year, i bought out a nightclub for the weekend
→ yn_ricc alcohol poisoning is not the answer. you’re a bad brother who tried to bump him off
landonorris okay but that smoothie looks like it’s about to spill all over your white stuff 
→ user lando fearing the same thing we are
→ arthur_leclerc i hope it does
user i love how since arthur has had confirmation that yn is okay after the news daniel was leaving, he’s back on his bullshit 
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arthur_leclerc celebrating my undefeated win as best grid sibling 
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yn_ricc 🖕🏻🖕🏻
→ user do the pair of you have each other’s notifs on? how are you so quick
→ yn_ricc spite fuels us
user is that a woman? why is no one else freaking out about this
→ yn_ricc because he paid her to be in his pics
→ arthur_leclerc just because you do that, doesn’t mean everyone else does
user omg arthur on a date?
user okay but arthur and yn both posting a soft launch on the same day?? i've connected the two dots
→ user you didn't connect shit
user i wonder how she’ll feel about the relationship between arthur and yn
→ user no because he literally used their soft launch as a way to make a jab at yn
→ user what relationship. they’re age old rivals
→ user i’m just saying, to spend as much time thinking about the other as they do, there has to be something more there
charles_leclerc my little brother is growing up
→ yn_ricc *growing older. i don’t think it’s possible for him to grow up
→ arthur_leclerc says the person responding to every comment under my post 
→ yn_ricc responds the person who posted a soft launch for clout
→ arthur_leclerc you did it first!
→ yn_ricc then you’re a copycat. i knew you just wanted to be me
alexandrasaintmleux what a beautiful picnic
danielricciardo are those flowers for me? little leclerc, you shouldn’t have
→ user ariana what are you doing here?
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daniel_ricciardo family dinner 
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user daniel really decided he’d had enough of these two and decided to announce they were shagging
→ danielricciardo ew. i didn’t think that when i posted this
maxverstappen1 and i wasn’t invited? 
user i had to double check the username ‘cause what do you mean, daniel is having dinner with the leclerc family
charles_leclerc i think daniel and i deserve the best sibling award for putting up with you two and your longing all these years 
→ danielricciardo wdc winners in putting up with them
→ yn_ricc @/arthur_leclerc ha you had a crush on me! sucker
→ arthur_leclerc you were literally crying on facetime last night because you missed me
→ yn_ricc well that feeling faded fast
user daniel outing their relationship looks like it’ll be the end of their relationship 
user they told me i was crazy! i said all along there was more to their competition than banter
landonorris but when i wanted to date her, you chased me around the mtc with a shoe
→ danielricciardo yeah, well that’s because it was you 
→ yn_ricc but you approve of arthur? like, seriously, arthur? 
→ arthur_leclerc i have feelings
user lost a seat but gained a brother in law
→ yn_ricc i’d rather he have the seat 
→ user nice to see that dating arthur doesn’t stop the bullying
→ arthur_leclerc never 
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tardigradesandtiaras · 8 days ago
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been a while but I think I wanna start sharing more Hatchetfield Dæmon AU ideas soon. to make things a little more organized each post will have different sections about:
Why I chose the dæmon form for the character
Information on when that dæmon settled. (In my AU some settle at a meaningful life event while others just randomly settled during puberty)
The characters relationship with their dæmon.
General headcanons and how specific events involving the character might change in the AU.
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chilumi-shipper · 2 months ago
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Soulbound
Zhongli x GN!Reader (Soulmate!AU)
Summary: Zhongli hated the mark on his neck, and he hated whoever the mark bounded him to. But fate plays a cruel joke, matching him with you, as he swore he would love no one else but Guizhong.
Tags: Angst/No Comfort, Short Story, Rejection, Hurtful Words, Hatred to Love
Soulmark - A mark that binds two individuals as soulmates.
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Morax had always been frustrated by the mark on his neck.
A glowing, permanent part of his body that marks him tied to a soulmate. He thinks its stupid, for the love of his life was already in front of him, a gray-haired inventor that no carving in his body could ever stop him from adoring.
He finds it unbelievable that his neck is claimed by a soulmark yet Guizhong's remain blank, and he curses Celestia above for such a foul joke.
How could he be for anyone else but her?
When her dust settled in the field of glaze lilies he thought were incomparable to her beauty, he was utterly devasted, his clawed hands held onto his neck, wanting to rip the soulmark that had been taunting him for centuries.
How could he be marked for someone else while the love of his life laid lifeless?
He loathed his mark, everything about it, and he will till his last breath.
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Zhongli deeply dislikes you.
You are a messy, silly, babbling buffoon.
An adventurer from Mondstadt that embodies the nation's will of freedom. Bubbly, carefree, and loud, much like a fellow god he didn't particularly like.
Despite of his disdain of you, your affection towards him never wavered. You filled his somber days with excitement as you joyfully tell him stories about your adventures, share some new recipes you've learned, even ushering him to talk about obscure Liyue historical facts that you've always found interesting.
He was much too proper to shoo you away, and his cold looks and short responses didn't discourage you to try to make friends with the man that peeked your curiosity.
Ever so slowly, you had pried open his caged heart, planting a small seed that was so distinctly you.
He would have accepted you, he would have seen you as a friend... and yet...
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a faint, familiar mark on your neck, revealed when you put your hair up into a ponytail.
Zhongli knew he truly disliked you.
...
"I don't believe in the marks either, Mr. Zhongli..." You reasoned with him, but his gaze still stung you with daggers.
He caged himself back up, ensuring that you could not care for the little seed you planted, no light would be able to reach it again.
His heart would not open...
No matter how many times he catches himself smiling at your antics.
No matter if he displays every gift and trinket you give him from your travels.
No matter how much he preferred your cooking over anyone else's.
No matter how beautiful you look staring up at him with your doe eyes as you confess your affection.
No matter how frustrated he felt at himself when he made you cry as he rejects your feelings.
Because, for him, how could there be anyone else but her?
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"Do you see why it could never be you?"
You both stood in front of a monument, surrounded by various plants and objects you assume to be from friends of this ancient goddess.
"I bet she was amazing."
"She was perfect. Perhaps that's why I was not worthy to share a mark with her."
At this point, you were used to his words, how they praise her, how they degrade you.
"You're pretty great too, Zhongli..."
Faith places identical marks on the necks of two soulmates, and the rest is a romantic story of the passion that builds up as people pursue their marks of love.
Fate is cruel to you and him.
"That mark is not for you, Y/N." The Geo Archon says to you, tearing you apart silently, as you stand and take his words.
His heart quivers despite the harsh words coming from his own mouth. Even after millennia of having the mark engraved on his neck, after concluding that maybe he would allow your little seed to prosper even just for a bit, he still chooses to cling onto his hopeless past.
Tears fall down from your eyes, but you remain quiet, only nodding in agreement.
You loathed the mark on your neck.
...
Zhongli opens the cage of his heart a little, allowing him to peak at the small sprout from the seed you planted.
So distinctly you, it was the only thing he has of you.
After letting you leave him at Guizhong's monument with tears still staining your face, he couldn't help but miss you.
He couldn't help but let you finally take your place in his heart, after so long of hating his soulmark, hating whoever the mark tied him to, he fears he has finally accepted faith.
...
"Where is it?" He grips your arm harshly, his hold not faltering as you try to shake him off. His gaze was cold, yet you could still catch the hint of alarm in his eyes. "What have you done?"
After weeks... you return to him... missing something.
You winced at the stress of his words, feeling frightened under his tense hold. "I..." His bruising grip didn't falter, urging you to explain yourself. "S-Surprise...?"
"You..." Zhongli looks at you in disbelief. "How stupid could you be?"
"M-Mr. Zhongli... it's a blessing of the Anemo Archon... I prayed for him set us free from fate."
"Y/N... I..." He was at a loss for words, his heart ached as his eyes searched your neck in vain. "Fate... going against it is painful. It must've been excruciating."
"It was... but this if for you, Zhongli..." You smiled, feeling him loosen his grip. "Because I love... loved you." You fully free yourself from him, rubbing at where he previously held you.
The wind around him picked up, and he hears the faint whispers of an old friend along with it. Whispers of comfort, as he clearly ruined what would have been the light of the rest of his days.
Your soulmark fades, but his remains...
Zhongli loathed his mark, for it bears no meaning, no one but him bears that mark.
As you leave, trying to fade away in the background of his life, you remain under a spotlight in his eyes, for you will always be the one that shares his mark, no matter if it is visible.
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What y'all think of this one? :3
I bet y'all's feelings were hurt hehe
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ceilidho · 3 days ago
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Buttermilk
It doesn't take long to settle into the rhythm of your new summer job. Or: the babysitter x single dad au
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It’s not unusual for someone to mistake you for the baby’s mama.
How could someone not, at least for a moment? When you take the baby to the grocery store, older people gush over him babbling in his stroller, eager to shower him with compliments in baby-talk or tell you how much you resemble the little tyke. After hearing the same comment for the umpteenth time, you tire of correcting people by saying you’re the babysitter only to watch their face fall, somewhat mortified and feeling as though their comment should’ve been directed to the baby’s actual mother. Which isn’t you. 
It’s less typical for someone to mistake you for John’s wife, though that does happen from time to time.
You’ve become a fixture around the neighbourhood since John hired you at the beginning of the summer, and over the weeks, the other nannies and the stay-at-home moms have started to gradually warm up to you. Before long, you’re being invited on coffee runs and playdates with some of the other women, always careful to ask for John’s permission before bringing his baby into a stranger’s house.
“Just text me the address and their names,” he requests while you stand awkwardly in front of him, John sitting on the bed to finish buttoning up his shirt and fixing his watch around his wrist. You would’ve been fine standing on the other side of the door while he finished changing, but he insisted on inviting you in.
“I will,” you promise, nodding along with his words.
“And call me if you don’t feel comfortable. I’ll come get the two of you right away if you need me.”
You swallow. Nod again.
The first time you take the baby for a playdate with a couple of the moms from the park, one catches you in the act of texting John the address of the house as he requested. “Hubby wants to know where you are, huh?”
“Oh,” you choke out, face heating up. “He’s not—”
“Not a control freak, I know. They’re all like that.” Her smile is ebullient, rolling her eyes like you’re in on a joke together when you most assuredly are not. “Why don’t you share your location with him? Mine’s the same way. Here—I’ll show you how.”
She takes your phone and tap-taps something and suddenly you see it in the notifications of your conversation with John. If you bite your lip instead of correcting her assumption about the nature of your and John’s relationship, that’s for you and you alone to know. Your rationale is that any explanation will just make things tense; it’s not like you haven’t seen it happen before. 
It’s far more concerning when John doesn’t correct those assumptions. Particularly when you’re standing right next to him. 
Like at the local water park on a particularly hot weekend, wading in the kiddy pool with the baby nestled tight against your chest in his little swim trunks and floppy hat only for an employee to ask John if his wife would like something to drink. 
“Iced coffee, love?” John asks, taking your stupefied silence as a yes. “Nothing for me, mate. Cheers.” 
Your head spins like a top on that thought until a good while later. The server hands you a glass of iced coffee with condensation already dripping down the sides and John thanks him for you, taking the baby from you and pulling you to his side. You drink your coffee quietly with your thigh flush with his under the water, gripping the glass harder when his free hand squeezes around your waist, laughing at something another parent said to him.
It’s so over for you. There’s no coming back from this. 
The sight of someone of John’s size, a bulky, military man with arms of pure steel dusted with dark hairs, cradling a tiny, chubby baby with a thatch of similar dark hair on his head and big cheeks and roly poly arms unlocks something primal in you. An old, buried need. 
In the family changing room, you stand under an ice cold shower until it breaks the fever slowly consuming you. All you can do is hope it takes. 
In the evening, you sit out on the porch with John at the back of the house until the crickets swell with song, the moon a half-crescent in the sky. A cool breeze makes your shoulders lift a little, huddling into your body to keep warm. 
It’s hard to keep your eyes on the view in front of you and off the man sitting beside you when they want so badly to be running over him. He’s changed out of his work clothes into a soft pair of sweatpants and an old threadbare shirt, the sage green fabric faded after years of being run through the washing machine. It clings to his biceps and the soft pudge of his stomach, a layer of fat over the hard muscle beneath. 
A cigarette dangles from his fingers, thick wrist perched on the arm of the adirondack chair. Every so often he lifts it to his lips for a puff, always breathing out in the opposite direction from you. Considerate of your health, at least, if not his own. 
“Cold, sweetheart?” he asks before ashing his cigarette, and your bottom lip purses when you turn your head to look at him because you thought you were doing a good job suppressing your shivers. 
You stare at him, confused. He cocks an eyebrow at your questioning stare and deliberately glances down, waiting until you notice the way your nipples are protruding through your white tank top. You forgot that you’d taken your bra off earlier for a bit of relief and hadn’t yet had a chance to put it back on. 
“Oh my god,” you squeak, crossing your arms to hide as much as possible, humiliation flooding through you. “I’m so sorry—that’s so—I-I’m so sorry.”
John makes a rough sound when he rises to his feet, knees cracking as he does. “S’alright, hun. Lemme get you something to put on.”
The screen door creaks when he goes back inside briefly to fetch something only to come back a few seconds later with a big, cotton sweater that reeks of him. It looks well loved, some remnant of his younger years, and even from a distance, you can smell the distinct smoky aroma clinging to the fabric. 
When he kneels in front of you, you nearly go cross-eyed at the realisation that even on his knees, he’s as tall as you. The bulk of his waist forces your legs to spread around him. 
“C’mon, arms up,” John commands, barely waiting until you’ve raised your arms above your head before helping guide your head and arms into the right holes. 
Dragging the sweater down the way he does forces it to rub over your nipples, sending a shock through you. If you had any less self-control, your teeth might actually chatter together. 
“There we go,” he says, fluffing out the sweater around your waist before resting his hands on the tops of your thighs, the gesture coming so naturally to him that you doubt he’s even noticed the placement of his hands. “Much better. That’ll warm you up.”
He isn't wrong. You’ve already worked up a sweat. 
Late night rain.
It comes down in buckets, a dark slate rapping hard against the window pane. A bolt of lightning flickers across the horizon off in the distance. White striations across an otherwise dark sky. About thirty seconds later, thunder rumbles. 
You peek from between the blinds, chewing your lip nervously. You’ve never driven in rain this bad, but with supper done and the dishes washed, there’s no excuse for you to stay any longer. Still, the rain comes down so heavily that despite your timidity, you briefly contemplate asking John if you can stay a little longer. At least until it lets up a bit; until your headlights won’t blind you reflecting off the puddles on the drive home. 
Someone else pulls the blinds further apart.
“There’s no way in hell you’re going out in that,” John says from behind you, practically growling his words. Daring you to contradict him. 
You glance over your shoulder to find him right there at your back, staring out the window. He’s so close that you can smell the red sauce on his flannel from dinner and make out the flecks of grey in his beard that are almost masked by the darker hairs. 
“It’s not…that bad…”
“Sweetheart, don’t piss me off,” he warns.
The blinds shuttle back together with a clatter when you finally let go of them. 
“I could—I could take the couch,” you offer. 
“Sweetheart,” John sighs, looking down at you meaningfully.
“What?” you ask, confused.
“I’m not gonna take the big, comfy bed and leave you with the couch.” When you open your mouth to protest, he cuts you off. “And don’t even try arguing. I won’t hear it.”
There’s not much you can say to dissuade him after that. The furrow of his brow lets you know he’s made up his mind; no ifs, ands, or buts. Besides, there’s a not-so-secret part of you that’s relieved that you don’t have to drive home in this weather. You’re an average driver on a good day. You don’t need your last moments before shuffling off this mortal coil to involve hydroplaning on the highway before ramming into the guardrail. 
John gives you a shirt of his to change into for after your shower, which you spend far too long in, scrubbing your body with his shower gel and quivering under the warm water. When you pull it on, you bring the collar up to your nose to smell. The same patent smoky scent, musky like ambergris and leather. Intoxicating. It makes the blood rush through your ear like a conch shell, the ocean swirling behind your eardrum. 
You hadn’t asked for underwear, content at first to keep on the same pair, but after your shower, you cringe at the thought of putting your day-old panties back on. Besides, his shirt is long enough to cover anything indecent. 
He sits on the edge of the bed when you come out, the concern on his brow melting away at the sight of you. 
“Practically a dress on you, isn’t it?” John says, voice a little wondrous. His eyes drag over you, tip to toe. 
You fiddle with the ends of it. “…Are you sure you want me to take the bed?” 
“Wouldn’t be fair. It’s yours for the night.” His lips quirk up at the corners when you frown. “Don’t worry about me—I’ve slept in worse places before.”
“Like where?” you ask dubiously.
“Tents. Abandoned buildings. Shacks. In the back of a moving van a few times. You wouldn’t believe half the places we used to make camp. Definitely no place for pretty girls like you.”
His condescending tone vaguely annoys you, but it’s hard to dig into your irritation when he thumbs the edge of the shirt you’re wearing and you realise that he’s just a few raised inches away from noticing that you don’t have any panties on. You should’ve just put your old ones back on, but it’s far too late now. 
You clear your throat instead. “We could…um…we could share.” 
You don’t know what possesses you to offer to share the bed, but the words are already gone, out of your mouth and in the air. John cocks an eyebrow.
“Unless you don’t want to,” you amend. 
“Don’t know about that, sweetheart,” he rasps. “…I snore like a bear.”
“That’s okay. I’m a pretty deep sleeper.”
John scrutinises you a bit longer, looking for any sign of hesitancy. You know he’d squash your offer in a second if he found any wariness in your gaze. 
“Alright,” he finally concedes, letting go of your shirt and slapping his thighs. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you wake up and can’t fall back asleep because of my snoring.”
After his shower, during which you lie on your side facing away from the bathroom door, stomach fraught with nerves as you consider the fact that he’s naked in the ensuite, you hear him come out and rummage around in the dresser for a change of clothes. You lie beside him with your stomach twisted in knots, your hands shoved under the pillow and staring resolutely at the wall. 
The appropriateness of sleeping in the same bed beside your boss isn't lost on you, but you're too far into this now.
The bed dips when he settles onto the other side, and the sudden absence of light when he switches the bedside lamp off nearly makes you cheep. 
He breathes heavily, you notice, particularly when he finally falls asleep. It’s a deep, rumbling sound—not entirely unlike a bear, though you can’t really confirm that for certain seeing as how you’ve never slept beside a bear before. 
Those are the thoughts that would signal the approach of sleep if you weren’t soon to be engulfed by it. 
Sometime in the middle of the night, you wake up to a rough hand stroking your back leisurely. There’s a hard chest under you, your cheek propped up on a pillowy pec that rises and falls with his breaths. Sleep bobs around in you like a toulouse decanter. You struggle to keep an eye open, certain that there’s something you need to tend to, but then his hand slides down your back again to curve over your rump and sleep drags you back down. 
You wake up again to your breath wafting back into your mouth, your face shoved into the crook of a man’s neck. Humid, hot. You’re lipping at the skin of his neck, little tongue darting out to lap up a bead of sweat, salty on your tongue. 
Your cunt pulses against his leg, toes curling when John drags his hand up your thigh and hitches it higher up around his waist. 
“Baby?” he groans, his voice still rusty from sleep. The sound is a rough burr up your spine. 
“Sorry,” you whisper. “Couldn’ get comfy.”
“You hot?” he asks.
The denial on the tip of your tongue slips back down your throat when he plants his foot on the bed and draws his leg up, pressing the meat of his thigh into your throbbing sex. 
“Here, lemme help you—” he groans, reaching down to ruck up your shirt, dragging it up over your breasts and helping manoeuvre your arms out of the holes. It gets tossed off the bed onto the floor. 
Now your breasts are flat on his chest, smushed against his ribcage. It registers somewhere in the back of your head as inappropriate, but sleep pushes that thought away, focusing instead on the discomfort of moving around when you just want to settle back down and go back to bed. 
It must be the heat making you act this way. 
“Shit—sorry, sweetheart,” he apologizes, shifting under you. “M’hot too.”
He plants a hand on your ass and heaves you up his chest, giving him enough room to wiggle out of his boxers. It pushes your breasts right into his face, your nipples mere inches from his mouth. When his tongue pokes out to wet his upper lip, it nicks your pebbled nipple. 
A hard length presses against your butt when you’re slid back down, the tip wet when it catches against your skin. 
“Jus’ ignore it, sweetie,” John mumbles, petting a hand down your back. 
You lie like that for a while, splayed over his body. Want simmering just under your skin. Flustered and exhausted all at once, sleep-drained; not a drop of strength in your muscles. 
The heat is just—
Scorching. Dizzying. You feel featherbrained, slipping in and out of sleep, biting off the whimpers that threaten to crawl up your throat when John tucks his hands into the crevice of your thighs to wrench them apart, spreading them around his hips again. 
Distantly, you remember that the man under you is at least twenty years your senior. Your employer at that. A man now palming your butt, sinking his fingers into the flesh and rumbling low in his throat. 
It’s wrong—flagrantly wrong. You know that you should say something, that you should get up and tell him that you’re going to sleep on the couch instead. But your tongue is too thick for your mouth. And your thoughts are a sticky paste. The pulse between your thighs empties out all the common sense from your head. 
His palms are slick on your skin. 
Your breathing grows shallow when a hard length suddenly pushes between your thighs as well. 
When the mushroomed head nudges at your opening, you flinch, heart thumping ferociously against your chest. 
“John—John—” you breathe, panicked. As if to warn him. As if he weren’t planting both feet on the bed and lifting his hips. 
As if it wasn’t his hands, warm on your waist, dragging you down onto the shaft spearing into you. 
Your blood is molten hot in your veins. Sticky hands and sticky fingers curl into his chest hair. Your head thumps against his pecs, too weak to hold it up, lipping at the damp skin of his chest. 
“It hurts—” you bleat, tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. 
“I know, baby, I know,” John pants. He draws his hips back just to press forward again, deeper this time. Filling you up more than before. “I’m sorry, baby—I can’t, it’s just…too good. Shit.”
Resolve in tatters. Shattered like his willpower, like his determination not to fuck the girl twenty years his junior sleeping beside him in his bed. 
His hips pump up into yours, bouncing you in his lap. Each thrust plunging his cock deeper into your pussy. It’d be painful if you weren’t so wet, but you’re dripping, arousal making you leak around his shaft and slickening his way. 
Sleep still rattles around in your brain, but not even the fog of sleep can shake the ever intensifying realisation that you’re fucking your boss. No two ways around it—breasts naked against his hirsute chest; pussy wet and stuffed to the hilt with a big dick. Knocked senseless by it. 
The veins of his cock drag over the viscid walls of your cunt with every thrust. He must like the involuntary noises you make because he loses his rhythm when you cry out, growling out a string of unintelligible curses. His body feels bigger like this somehow, biceps and forearms bulging where they’re wrapped around your waist, hips forcing your legs to spread wide around him, the ache sinking deep into your muscle, into your bones.  
When you look up at him, his eyes are more hooded than usual, the blue of his irises so dark that they’re almost black. 
“Such a good girl,” he grunts, big arms like steel bands around your waist, holding you tight to his chest so you have nowhere to run. “Jus’ let…jus’ let daddy come and—oh Christ, fuck, fuck…—jus’ lemme come and we’ll go back to bed, okay, sweetie?”
“I’m gonna…” you pant, trailing off when he gets a little rough, pumping harder up into you. The sound of your pussy squelching around his length makes your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open. 
“Yeah, yeah, you—you come too, baby. Jus’ need to take the edge off, both of us.”
You squeal when he reaches a hand down to dig his fingers into your butt cheek and it makes you tense up, walls tightening around his dick. One well-placed swat hard enough to make the flesh of your ass jiggle and you come, clenching up so tight that his next few thrusts are slowed by your spasming walls, forcing him to really cram his cock into your hole. 
“Christ, that’s cute,” John growls, his pupils blown out. 
It hurts to come that hard; makes your belly cramp up and everything. Whatever gibberish spills from your mouth gets lost in the aftermath. 
That’s when the temperature goes from hot to blistering. The muscles of his thighs tense, straining with his impending release. Even his grip around your waist gets tighter, his self-control steamrolled under his approaching climax, oblivious to the way you squeal and squirm when it threads the delicate needle of being too much. 
“Sorry, baby,” he apologises, voice treading gravel. “M’gonna mess your pussy up a bit—”
“Wait—wait—” you gasp, trying fruitlessly to lift yourself up, his arms keeping you pinned tight to his chest. “You’re gonna—John, you’re gonna come inside me—”
His hips thrust up hard at your words, one last rough pump that has him digging his heels into the mattress and clenching his jaw, the veins in his neck protruding. You feel it flood inside you, hot spurts of cum right up against your womb. He curses when he comes, eyelids sliding shut, lost in the sensation of emptying himself into you. 
A few last, punishing thrusts that make your teeth clack together. More heat spurting into you. A murmured oh fuck before his legs slide back down the bed, spreading out over the mattress. 
The blanket is somewhere at the foot of the bed, all scrunched up and nearly dangling off the edge. You only start to shiver when the sweat on your back finally begins to cool. 
When he pulls you off his cock, you whimper, a hot flash snaking through you. Oh Christ did he plug you up good. Stringy, viscous cum leaks from your hole, leaving a little puddle on his thigh when you slide off his chest and to the side a bit. 
“Oh baby,” he tuts softly, reaching between your legs to feel where you’re wet and a little swollen. “Sorry, sweetheart…wanna get cleaned up?”
“No…” you rasp, so dazed that you can’t even lift your cheek off his chest. 
Exhaustion has never ridden you this hard before, but considering the circumstances…—perhaps you’re lucky to be conscious at all, is all you mean. There’s not a chance of you having enough energy to do anything as rigorous as showering though. 
“Okay, baby. Little kiss?” John asks in a murmur, lifting your head up by your chin and swooping down for a kiss. Not even giving you enough time to process his words before his mouth is on yours. 
His lips glide slick against yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he needs a good, deep kiss to ground him. A wet twisting of tongues; a thick finger stroking up your neck. He can’t stop touching you. Running a hand up your spine and curving it back down over your ass. Featherlight touches meant to calm you down. His kisses grow sticky, lingering; each one almost the last until he pulls you in for another. 
“Go back to sleep, okay?” John says, still speaking low enough to push you back under. He smooths his hand down your back again. 
You fall back asleep with a load in your belly and your head in a tizzy. The you of tomorrow is going to have a lot to contend with from the you of tonight.
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pyrriax · 1 year ago
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JUST FINISHED CHAPTER 20 CAME HER TO RAMBLE BECAUSE IHBGVFCDXSRDTCFYVGBUHN THOUGHTS
THAT WAS
A LOT OF INFORMATION I AM SO NOT PREPARED FOR WHATS TO COME
Everything in this chapter was great! Pandora fighting for his life was written beautifully as always. Flashbacks were supper fun we love to see toxic sibling dynamics BUT ALSO WORLD BUILDING AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT? VERY EXCITED TO SEE WHERE THAT GOES.
DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON OUTSIDE THE MAZE POVS. THEY ARE SO COOL. AND NYX! MY GUY HAS LORE NOW LOOK AT HIM GO!!! SO HYPED TO SEE HOW THAT PLAYS OUT.
I really want to finish it this week but we will have to see. thought i would give you an update because you've made me go INSANE again. love your writing so much <3
i'm so glad to hear you've enjoyed it so far!!!!!
also!! since you read chapter 20, i highly recommend reading the alternate version that includes the entirety of that scene between pandora & tzvi <3
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im thinking about writing some more out-of-maze povs of things! also some more stuff with sarah and marlow!! those two are my beloveds and theyre presence is a fun little easter egg that i need to start including again (theyre the source of some of the earlier beginning notes/summaries! along with the original fic summary)
also!! nyx has more lore / story which i'm 100% going to be sharing when i get around to writing it! :)
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dreamsteddie · 23 days ago
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I love pre Season 3 Steddie AUs so much because there are so many opportunities for Eddie to be so incredibly jealous of his boyfriend's new best friend, Robin Buckley.
Eddie got so used to Steve spending basically every moment of free time he has with Eddie in some capacity, even if it's just them shooting the shit in the back of Eddies van getting high after a long day and he's come to covet his Steve Time like a precious treasure.
And then all of a sudden Steve has a friend his age??? A friend who doesn't have an 8PM curfew???? What the fuck??????
But Eddie doesn't want to be a toxic, controlling boyfriend who doesn't let his partner have a social life! He really doesn't! And he gets that Steve and Robin went through something together that they won't, can't, share with him and they need each other. But he got so used to having all of Steve's time that whenever he has to spend a Saturday night alone because Robin and Steve are having Boy Time watching a soccer game and talking about their crushes, instead of hitting up his own friends or working on a campaign or whatever he just pines and sighs by the window lamenting about whether or not his beloved will return from the war. Wayne hates it.
When Steve and Eddie see each other the next day having spent literally less than 24 hours apart, Eddie latches on like a limpet and demands to be consoled with a thousand kisses and a grilled cheese sandwich.
Eventually, once Steve and Robin are a little more settled after the events of Starcourt, the three of them start spending more time together as a trio which at least allows Eddie to hold his boyfriend during movie night. Eddie reluctantly admits that Robin is actually really cool and they become fast friends right up until Eddie realized Robin is stealing his boyfriend ON PURPOSE.
It's not all the time but what Eddie has come to learn about Robin Buckley is that she is a menace. She'll real you in with her sweet freckles and charming ramblings but she's always looking for a way to fuck with Eddie, especially if he's wronged her first. Eddie returns a tape without rewinding it? Steve won't be at band practice tomorrow, actually, because Robin needs someone to help with her art project due on Monday. Eddie got Cheeto dust on Robin's favorite sweater? Suddenly Robin and Steve have plans to get drunk and plan a way for Robin to ask Vickie out for Valentine's Day. No boyfriends allowed. Eddie stole Robin's favorite Steve Sweater before she could get to it on movie night? Steve rainchecks Eddie for their bi-weekly Let's Get High date because Robin is conveniently sick. Must be because she didn't have a jacket on movie night.
Once Eddie catches on it becomes a fierce game competition between the both of them. Steve acts like he's none the wiser, but he's secretly lapping up all the attention he's getting.
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