#while i was indeed getting stabbed deliciously in the face

[gardeningbythemoon]

if the raspberries are perfectly ripe but your hands are covered in shit you can pick the berries delicately off the bush with your lips like a horse

BUT WATCH OUT

[stilespeters]

Reader being obsessed with her husband James March’s scars on his back.

You stabbed me?

pairing: James March x fem!reader

a/n: i need to dance with James while also trying to stab him (tension djdhhsh) in a room full of oblivious people. its simply a must.

word count: 2847

summary: You admire James’ scars and get a flashback on how the both of you met

warnings: sexual tension🤭, a bit of angst, swearing, suggestive language, oh and murder & violence ig

“James?” you called out and you looked at yourself in the mirror as the crimson fabric hugged your body. As you called out your lover's name, you heard him hum as he made his way over to you with his upper body exposed. “Yes, my dearest?”

“Can you zip up my dress?” You adjusted your hair to your side to expose your bare back, and James made his way behind you. He stood tall as his fingers brushed your lower back, and you felt shivers along your spine as he gently zipped the zipper to the end while looking at you in the mirror in front of you. You were wearing a wine colored sleeveless dress with a slit, and it clung to your body perfectly, showing your curves while still looking classy. It was a gift from James and it was your favorite dress. You only wore it on special occasions, and today was one of them.

You were both headed to a speakeasy downtown, and you were really excited. Women were allowed to vote and they were allowed to be much more loose than before, which meant that women were now also allowed to attend speakeasy’s. Plus, there was alcohol. Ever since the Prohibition law, it was way harder to get a good drink.

James was beyond thrilled to have you by his side. In the saloons, he’d talk about you and what a gem you were, but now he could finally show those men that you were the true angel of Los Angeles.

Once James was done zipping up your dress, he planted a kiss on your bare shoulder, and cupped the back of your neck. He gripped it with force whilst he planted more kisses, and his other hand was planted on your waist. “You look divine, Mrs March.”

“Why thank you, Mr March.” you turned around to face him, and you looked up at him and placed your hands on his chest. Your nails scratched against his skin, and he grinned at you as you leaned in to give him a kiss.

You planned on leaning back after a few seconds, but he had other plans as he cupped the back of your head, holding you into place. You let out a soft moan, which led to James getting a little more rough, and your hands moved to his back, scratching deliciously against his shoulder blades.

Kissing James for a few seconds just wasn't an option.

You only pulled away from his lips to kiss his neck, and his grip on your neck tightened as you sucked the sensitive skin. You knew that if you didn’t stop now, that your dress would be on the ground and his pants would be down.

But you didn't want to stop.

However, you two had a speakeasy to attend to, and so you pulled back and breathed heavily while pressing your forehead against his while his hands snaked around your waist.

“We still have about twenty minutes.” He whispered and he grinned. You knew what he was implying but you wanted to tease him. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, how about we skip the speakeasy and go to bed instead. I love your dress but it would look better on the floor.” You held his hair in your hands and tugged lightly, making him groan and you leaned forward to his ear. “Mhmm,” You waited a few seconds before continuing. “No.”

You pulled back and his lips were in a thin line, yet his eyes stood playful and you gave him a smile. “I don't want to ruin my makeup.”

“Yet your lipstick is painted on my neck.” He motioned for the red spot on his skin, and you chuckled. There was indeed a red spot on his neck, and he looked devilishly handsome right now. His hair was tousled and a few strands covered his forehead, the veins in his muscles were prominent, and his chest was marked with your recent scratches that attacked the skin.

Your chuckle, however, faded when he suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him in the eyes, and he rubbed some lipstick off of your skin with his thumb that got lost in the make out session. He then hooked his thumb on your bottom lip and slowly dragged it down.

“You know the words, darling. For if you change your mind. They will understand if we arrive later than expected,” the corners of his lips curled up. “Or not at all.”

When he saw you were speechless, he smiled at you and let go of your lip as he moved back to the bed and sat on the end with his back facing yours. He grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips, and he grabbed a lighter on the nightstand and took a deep inhale.

Your hair was a little messy from the way he grabbed you, and your mind was fogged with the intoxication of your husband’s actions. It felt euphoric and it took every ounce of your body to not give in and jump on him.

However, you were strong enough to set it aside, and you fixed your hair and makeup in the mirror before turning around and looking at your husband who was still smoking with his back turned to you.

His back was broad and there were scratches scattered on his skin. Some were from you, from the previous nights the two of you had spent in your shared bedroom. But there were also other marks on his back that you didn't recognize. You saw it once or twice when you two would shower together and when you’d wash his back, but he always seemed reluctant when you’d touch them or ask about them.

You were curious by nature, and even though you didn't want to pry for information, you wished he would share it with you. You knew that he’d open up to you about it when he would be ready, and once he was ready, you’d open your arms for him to show him comfort. But the last time you mentioned it was months ago, just after the wedding, and so you felt like one more try couldn't hurt.

If he decided however to not speak up about it now, you’d happily wait until he was ready.

You slowly walked towards him and to his oblivion, you kept staring at his back. But what you didn't know was that James felt your eyes on him minutes ago, and he smirked as the cigarette was between his fingers.

“Like what you see?” he chuckled and you clenched your jaw and rolled your eyes. “I actually do.”

“Yeah?” he turned to look at you and you sat on the bed behind him and started massaging his shoulders. James March was a strong and powerful man, nothing could drag him down. However, he had one weakness, and that was your touch. He was like ice, but your skin on his would melt him instantly.

He gave into your soothing motions on his shoulders and closed his eyes.

You moved your hands a bit lower till they reached his shoulder blades. Testing the waters, you carefully traced one of the markings. He froze, and you kept massaging his stiffened muscles. His back was tense, and this time you were the one to plant a kiss on his shoulder.

He didn't say anything and instead let out a sigh. He gently grabbed your palm that rested on his shoulders, and for a second you thought that he wanted to pull you away. But instead, he guided your fingers to another mark on his back. You again, traced it, and you leaned in to give it a kiss.

“My father was a true believer,” he began, and you stopped as he continued. “Ate a little cracker, drank the wine every sunday. And he was the meanest son of a bitch you’ve ever seen.”

You gulped. James wasn’t one to use profanity often. You heard him sigh deeply and he huffed as he mentioned him. “Killed a cat for purring too loud.”

He took another inhale of his cigarette and bit the inside of his cheek. It was as if he was reliving everything over again. “He was Satan himself, disguised as an angel. It was a dance with the devil, and I kept playing with fire, that’s why he lashed out on me often.”

You brushed the pads of your fingers against the other markings, and again, you leaned in to give it a kiss. You wanted him to know that you were there for him in times like these, because these moments were rare. He usually puts up a mask to conceal his feelings, but you knew that once he let his guard down, that his vulnerable side was showing. You were supporting him in every way possible, even through the tough times, that’s why he felt comfortable enough with you to show his sensitive side.

“In those moments where he looked down on me, I… I-” he didn't know the words to describe it, and you gently rubbed his skin.

“You forgot how powerful you were.”

“Yeah,” he muttered and he clenched his jaw. “ I refuse to let my past get in the way of my success. I refuse to feel powerless like that again.”

You could really tell that he didn't want to think back about his past, about his father and you felt empathy. James was a person who loved power. He thrived knowing that he was one of the most powerful men in Los Angeles, and he felt like his scars were only a liability. He felt like it showed weakness.

“These scars radiate power, not weakness,” you began and he looked intrigued in what you had to say. “The wounds that were inflicted on your skin have healed, but there will always remain scars, both physically and mentally. It’s a sign that you’ve endured the torment of the world, the torment of your father. It’s a mark that shows that you're a survivor.” you almost whispered it, but it felt like a gunshot next to James’s ears. He smiled at your words, taking another inhale of his cigarette and you traced your finger down his back to his other scars.

He was thankful for you.

You stopped tracing your finger over his back when you reached another mark that was prominent on his side, and you chuckled when you remembered where it was from.

It was the scar he got when he first met you.

It was the summer of 26, and you had a mission. Find James March, and kill him. It was as easy as that, a simple task.

When you first entered the Grand room, it felt like the whole word went quiet. Everyone’s attention was on you, and everyone’s breath got caught up in their throat when they admired your physique. You held your chin high, and when you scanned the room, your eyes met the eyes of your target, James Patrick March. When he stared at you, he thought that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and when you stared at him, you thought he was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. He was infatuated with you, and you were infatuated with him. Which made the job a lot harder than you anticipated. Luckily you liked a challenge. Why not have fun when you're tasked to kill an aristocrat?

The first half of the night was basically you eyeing him from the other side of the room. He was talking to other ladies with beautiful and elegant flapper dresses and hand fans, however he didn't pay attention to any of them. He had a big name for himself and the women were practically lined up just to talk to him. They wanted to seduce him for his money and good looks. However he didn't fall for any of them. He knew their intentions, he was strictly here for business. Yet his eyes kept subconsciously moving towards you. You stood in the corner with wine in your hands, sipping while watching everything around you intently. Specifically James.

You had something mysterious and James was drawn to it.

Jazz music played in the background, and you had finally had enough of waiting for him to make the first move, and so as you made your way towards him. The ladies at James’ feet were long forgotten once you and James were standing in front of each other.

He gently grabbed your hand and kissed te back while holding eye contact, and you smiled at him as he introduced himself.

You could smell his expensive cologne and when he asked for a dance, the two of you swayed to the rhythm of the jazz music.

You had his body pressed against yours, and everyone around you had disappeared as you kept looking into his dark brown eyes. Your faces kept moving closer and closer, but each time his lips were merely touching yours, you’d pull away and leave him speechless.

He was strictly there for business, but the way you looked at him made him want to make an exception for mixing business with pleasure.

However, James wasn't stupid, he knew you were up to something. You didn't have a chaperone, you wore a practical and simple dress instead of something extravagant, and you had only set your interest in him the whole night. Your vibe was off, and it bugged him. It was the hard blade of a knife however that was pressed against his side that made him realize you were up to no good.

His grip on you had tightened and he had leaned in so that his lips were next to your ear whilst you two were still swaying on the music. Everyone else didn't have any clue what was going on. “What game are you playing here?” He tried to pull away from you but you pulled him in till your chests touched, and your red lips grinned as you looked up at him with mischievous eyes. “The one where I get my paycheck.”

That’s when you stabbed him in his side.

You felt joy as you reminiscenced while your fingers traced the scar, and James rubbed soothing motions with his thumb on your side. You somehow felt proud of the mark you left him.

“You were sloppy that night,” he began and you chuckled. “If you stabbed the blade 1 inch to the left, I would’ve been dead, yet you missed.”

“Well maybe it was my intention to not kill you that night, maybe I wanted to have some more fun with you before I’d slice your throat.”

“Yet you didn't,” you stood up from your seat on the bed, and moved to sit on his lap instead. Both of your legs were on one side of his leg and you placed your arm around his shoulder. His hand moved to your waist. “I did slice a throat, it just wasn’t yours.”

He grinned widely at your words and he closed his eyes and hummed in amazement when he replayed the scene in his head.

You and him had tried to kill each other multiple times that night, while still dancing. No one noticed what was happening, and the both of you challenged each other as you two were on the same skill level. After 60 minutes the both of you gave up on trying to kill each other, and you agreed to kill the person who hired you.

When James closed his eyes, he saw the sight of you on top of your client. You had red splattered all over your face and dress as the man gurgled in his own blood when you slit his throat. Your dress was white, which represented innocence. Which was ironic since you were the opposite of innocent. It was the most attractive thing James had seen, for him it was like a sexual awakening. He didn't even find it odd that he was turned on by the sight of you murdering someone.

He fell in love right then and there, and so he decided to stick around with you, and everything that followed was history. The scar that was left on his side was a reminder of how the two of you met. It was a romantic first encounter where the two of you tried to murder each other.

“That night, you killing that man was the most astonishing thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life.” He adjusted you in his lap so both of your legs were on either side of his. You hovered above his crotch and your hands were once again on his chest.

“Mhmm.” you kissed his neck.

“You looked magnificent. Your white dress was painted with blood. Your hair was messy as your hair fell out of your bun, your lipstick was smeared and your legs were bruised from the fight that we had when you stabbed me. The way you clutched the knife, the way you drew it to his throat, you looked seraphic, killing him.”

As he complimented you, you continued kissing his neck trailing more pecks to his collarbone and his hands moved to your neck. When you pressed yourself onto his crotch, he sucked in a deep breath.

“Darling,” he whispered as you pulled back. “What about the speakeasy?” He asked and he gave you a knowing look while raising his eyebrows. You grinned down at him while grabbing a fistful of his hair. “We got 10 more minutes, right?” he nodded and you bit your lip. “Well, I marked you as mine when I stabbed you 4 years ago,” you motioned for the scar on his side. “Now mark me as yours.”

“Anything for you, my dearest.” his hands moved to the zipper of your dress, and before you knew it, the fabric was lost somewhere on the ground.

[xoxoxoz]

Lee Youngseo x F!reader

⚠️: jealousy, comedy, swearing

“SHIT!” You screamed with wide eyes after realising you were already 15 minutes late to practice.

It was one of those days where no cameras were around and no groups of staff to chase after you, so everyone would do their own practice in the studio, but even so, you didn’t want to deal with mother Jiwoo’s scolding.

You could already hear her going on about your lack of punctuality.

You did a quick face wash and brushed your teeth, throwing on your personalised shirt and simple black sweatpants before snatching your belongings and bolting out the door.

You managed to make it by slamming the doors open, letting it hit into the wall which caused a mini earthquake in the room. A few of the girls screamed from the noise and then sighing with relief when they saw your disheveled figure.

“Good morning Y/n” Chanelle snickered.

“Yeah…very good morning indeed” you grumbled and threw your bag to the back before falling to your knees in front of the eldest contestant.

Jiwoo had her arms crossed in a stern manner, already eyeing you down. “Kim Y/n..”

“Mother Son Jiwoo forgive me for I have arrived late to practice but I am willing to pay that debt by buying you rose tteokbeokki!” You rapped the words while obnoxiously bowing and slapping your palms to the ground.

You kept your forehead glued to the ground, shivering at the sound of Jiwoo sighing. “Why do I even bother? Did you at least eat breakfast?”

You shook your head, still face planted.

“Ugh get up, you loser” Jiwoo giggled and pulled you up on your feet.

“Sorry again, Ji. I forgot to put my alarm on”

“I’m surprised your girlfriend didn’t wake you up”

“I’m surprised too. Where is she speaking of?”

Jiwoo pointed to the corner of the room. “There with Roha”

You thanked Jiwoo and jogged to Youngseo and Iroha, seeing that they had finished filming a TikTok. “Youngie”

“Baby, hi! Did you sleep well?” Youngseo smiled and quickly kissed your cheek.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? You usually do”

“Sorry, you looked peaceful and Roha wanted to grab breakfast together”

You noticed how your girlfriend wrapped her arm around the younger girl, pinching her cheek in the process. It stirred an ugly feeling in your stomach but you smiled it away. “Ok. Well did you want to practice a dance together?”

“Mmm can’t babe, Iroha wants to be my partner today”

“Yeah!” Iroha beamed and gave a cute thumbs up.

The ugly feeling grew and your smile faltered. “Oh, I see”

Unfortunately you didn’t catch the playful wink Youngseo and Iroha shared, both seeing that their little prank worked.

“Well how about later in the afternoon?” You asked with hopeful eyes but Youngseo shook her head.

“Got plans with Roha already, babe”

You sighed. “Rightio, have fun” You waved and walked away.

“Totally worked” Iroha whispered, giving Youngseo a high five. “But aren’t you worried she’ll be mad at you the entire day?”

“It’s a couple thing, Roha. You’ll understand once you get older”

While you sulked, a bright Bang Jeemin greeted you.

“Hi Y/n! I heard you didn’t have breakfast but luckily I have a croissant and some choco milk in my bag” she smiled and waved the snacks in your face.

“And may I ask why you have those in your bag?” You giggled and accepted it anyways

“It’s my emergency food. With all this practicing, I forget to eat”

Jeemin sat down with you at the back and fixed your messy hair. “Eat up Y/n-ie”

You happily munched onto the croissant while Jeemin stabbed the straw into the milk carton for you, leaning it towards your lips. “Take a sip”

In the corner of your eye you saw Youngseo waiting for Iroha to set up the camera for their TikTok.

An idea came to mind so you took a bite out of the delicious croissant again, purposely leaving crumbs on your lips. Jeemin saw the little mess and giggled. “Such a messy eater” She commented and used her fingers to wipe the crumbs away.

“Thanks Jeemin. What will i ever do without you?”

“I always got your back”

You motioned for her to come closer, making Jeemin’s eyes go wide. “Y/n, you have a girlfriend..”

“What? I’m not trying to kiss you, I need to tell you something!”

“Oh right” Jeemin jumped and leaned her ear towards you.

“I need you to play along with the things I’m gonna do”

The taller already knew where this one was going so she rolled her eyes. “Seriously Y/n? You get jealous so easily”

“Am not! Are you gonna help a friend out or what?”

“Fine”

You applauded and sat closer to Jeemin, laying your head on her shoulder while she put an arm around you.

To your dismay, Youngseo hasn’t even turned around to see the sweet gesture.

“She’s not looking” Jeemin whispered.

“Heyyyyy, I was going to mind my own business but I saw what was happening and could not resist in joining” Yunah appeared, a mischievous smile plastered on her lips.

“Yeah same. It’s a bit childish but I’m living for it” Jihyun said with Funa and Moa standing behind her.

“I’ll start it off” Moa whispered and cleared her throat aloud. “Awwwww my JeemY/n heart is going so crazy right now”

“Wahhh are you the new couple of R U Next?” Funa added, laughing at her own words after.

Soon, the rest of the trainees (besides Youngseo and Iroha) were joining in, wanting to be part of the teasing.

“Oh my godddd so cute!” Iris jumped excitedly, shaking poor Ena too.

“Are you gonna be my parents?” Wonhee joked.

“Let me take your couple photos!” Yuisa said and took out her phone, starting to take a few pictures.

“Make a heart!!” Jeongeun yelled from the back.

Jiwoo set the mood by playing slow dancing music, making Jeemin place your food down and standing up. She offered her hand out for you to hold.

“May I have this dance m’lady?” She bowed.

“Of course madam”

The group started to cheer as you swayed to the music with the taller girl.

“Get married already!” Haseul, of course dramatic as ever, had screamed.

“Unnie you’re not focusing” Iroha pouted as she saw Youngseo’s eyes elsewhere.

Your girlfriend was staring at the scene, feeling her stomach drop and steam come out her ears. She should be the one dancing with you and making you smile.

Not Jeemin.

“Cutest ship ever!!” Minju hollered, waving her flashlight around.

“JeemY/n is the new ship! I volunteer to be captain” Chanelle saluted, everyone giving their approval by more loud cheers.

Jeemin spun you around and then holding you close, but once she caught a glimpse of Youngseo’s cold stare, she started to sweat.

“Your girlfriend is scaring me. Should we stop?” She whispered close to your ear but to Youngseo, it looked like the taller girl was saying sweet nothings.

It pissed her off even more.

“I think it’s time to claim your girl” Iroha suggested, lightly pushing Youngseo’s shoulder to make a move.

“You’re right” she growled and broke through the crowd to snatch you out of Jeemin’s embrace. “Shows over everyone! Kim Y/n is MY girlfriend okay? Got that Bang Jeemin?”

Jeemin put her hands up in defence. “Hey, we were joking around”

“I still love JeemY/n!!” Chanelle yelled.

Moka lightly slapped her arm. “Stop it”

“She’s mine!” Youngseo exclaimed before turning to face you. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine”

Youngseo blinked out of confusion “What?”

“It’s not funny now is it? Making me jealous by using Iroha”

Youngseo hung her head low like a sad cat. “I’m sorry”

You sighed and hugged her by the neck. “Ugh I can’t stay mad at you, cutie”

“Yuck. Back to practicing everyone!” Jiwoo clapped her hands which made the rest of the contestants sulk.

Youngseo giggled before kissing your lips, making sure her possessive hold on your waist was clear enough for people, mostly Jeemin even though she had no intentions, to back off.

[dmagedgoods]

Birds of Passage - Log 2

to log 1 ~ Wilderness, day 2 after the escape. We found something interesting among the rubble and debris. I may as well keep it for a while, although I’m not sure yet if it’s valuable or just nicely decorated: A white-haired elf, one of those with a pedigree, as ridiculously handsome as they come; the kind who wouldn’t take a second look at a mongrel like me: half elf and half the scum who called himself my father. Nobles like our new friend (Astarion, he introduced himself), tend to react deliciously surprised when I appear to slit their throats. Under different circumstances, back in Baldur’s Gate, he either would have been one of my clients or – and the role fits him better – my target. Probably one of those who start doing some endearing begging with my blade close to their delicate, lotioned, and perfumed skin. Maybe I would have taken his pleading offer to accept twice the sum to turn against his enemy instead. He truly is handsome. And he has quite a pretty voice, overly dramatic, but pretty. I’m sure he can be convincing if he tries a little more. To my immense delight, our roles were reversed when I met him and had turned around to leave him to whatever issue he was facing with one of the still-alive creatures from the ship. – Not Us anyway, I assumed, and felt the elf’s knife at my throat a moment later. “I was so hoping for a kind soul. Well, not to worry.” He is fast, but not as fast as me. I overwhelmed him in a heartbeat, and he retreated. “What did you and those tentacled freaks do to me?” The memory is strangely vivid, I can almost hear his words. Does the worm in my head make it easier to recall those moments? They are clear and strong when I focus on them, as if they happened seconds ago, right here and now, not half a day ago. “I haven’t done anything to you. Yet.” His angry little smile made me smirk and hope he’d try to attack me again. “You arrogant little …” Then our tadpoles connected. He has been on the ship with us. And like me and Shadowheart, he urgently needs to get rid of the unwelcome guest in his conceited head. It seems there are more people with the issue than I assumed. This ship must have been full of unlucky bastards kidnapped all around Baldur’s Gate by those tentacled abominations. One of them managed to get stuck in a wall. Gale is the name of this doing-good-mage. He’s quite fond of pompous drivel for someone I had to pull out the stonework of some ruin, and he joined our little group. I fear I’ll have to stab him if he starts holding lectures. Searching another part of the shipwreck, before we encountered the wizard, revealed that some of the intellect devourers indeed survived the crash. And even one of the mind fuckers – though badly injured and close to death. I left them to their fate and I guess they already stopped breathing by now. Or maybe not and they have a long last night ahead of them. Note to self: Close to the beach, eastern from the wreckage, we found a door that may lead to some interesting place in the best of cases and some old, empty cave in the worst. I have to try and see if I can open the lock. 

[starglitterz]

I have been waiting since I saw that you had a really fun event planned up!(except I went to sleep) And guess what! It is indeed amazing!

Here is the request for my order!

Gelato - Childe!

Chocolate! With chipped cream hehehe. I am sure my order is gonna be delicious asf cause you are taking it! Thank you!

ASKJSADJKASD HELP THANK U ANON <333 YOURE SO NICE OMG T_T /g

request; childe fluff, jealousy

cw; violence (it's childe duh)

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

childe.

tartaglia is known for his bloodlust and urge to battle out every little thing, but he swears at this moment he's never wanted to fight someone more. he clenches his hands into fists, threatening to snap the poor wooden chopsticks you were teaching him to use in half. your 'friend' just had to come and ruin your date, didn't he? well technically, he hasn't done anything except talk to you, childe supposes. but he does have a tendency to exaggerate things, and at this moment the conversation you and the other man are having makes ajax want to stab the table knife into the stranger's eye.

childe is frowning so much he barely realises when you introduce him to the man, "kaeya, this is my boyfriend, childe! childe, meet kaeya alberich, one of my closest companions from mondstadt." the blue-haired man sticks his hand out as a friendly gesture, and tartaglia wonders if it would be considered rude if he used his hydro blade to chop kaeya's arm off. you shoot him a pleading glance, because you really do want two of the most important people in your life to get along, so although it makes ajax want to throw up, he plasters a fake smile across his face and shakes the other man's hand aggressively.

kaeya seems a little startled by how strong tartaglia's grip is, but his lips instead curve into a mischievous smile as he picks up on how jealous your boyfriend is. "my dear y/n, you really should have taken me up on my offer! my heart is truly broken," he pats your head, laughing when you scold him for messing up your style. "i'm sure you'll recover," you reply, rolling your eyes at his drama, "anyways, didn't you say albedo's waiting for you?" kaeya shoots a glance at his watch, "oh damn, you're right! guess i better go before he gives me a potion to make sure i'm always on time."

blowing you a kiss, he strolls off with a wave, "see you around, lovebirds!" you giggle at tartaglia's grumpy expression, leaning over to kiss him, "what's wrong, ajax?" he crosses his arms and looks away, "nothing. what offer was he talking about?" eyes widening as the realisation that he was envious sets in, you grin, "he asked me to show him around liyue while he's here for a meeting, that's it." childe now thinks that it was rather stupid of him to get jealous over something that he didn't even know was about, and that he probably shouldn't have assumed that kaeya was instantly talking about dating.

still, ajax wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his cheek against yours, "i love you." you aren't particularly surprised by the affection, but the genuine tone with which tartaglia admits his love for you sends heat rising to your face, "i love you too." "now can we go home and cuddle?" he pouts, still embracing you. childe would never admit it for the life of him, but he is rather insecure and worried that you will leave him for someone else, so reassurance from you always helps alleviate his fears. and when you smile and cup his face, "of course!" ajax thinks that you're the person he wants to marry someday.

quill speaks!

the genshin fandom needs more childe/kaeya interaction !!!!!

AND ALSO did u guys see me sneak kaebedo in there

plz this post will be queued during my hiatus so i hope u guys enjoyed it!

and i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

© starglitterz 2021. do not repost or modify in any way.

[colossal-fallout]

Can you write a imagine for Annie x fem reader where her and Annie have been fighting non stop for a week and the others get sick of their fighting so they lock them in a room and the have hot,angry makeup sex and when they finish they step out the room and everyone’s like 😳

Ahaha! I love it ❤️

Collision 💥

Warnings: 18+ Smut, slight rough sex. A short one shot.

Fem bodied reader X Annie Leonhart

"Did Niccolo bake it?" You ask innocently, yet eagerly as you walk down the hallway with Armin and Connie.

You didn't know something as delicious as fancy cakes existed until you met that wonderful cook.

"Hm? Oh, yeah." Armin replied avoiding your gaze.

Your pace quickens as you shuffle along. You had to get some of that delicious dessert before Sasha inevitably catches wind of it. You expectingly raise your nose in the air, knowing you were nearing the kitchen, nostrils flaring, hoping to catch scent of the usual deicacies that aromates through the air.

Nothing.

You round the corner and...

You're met with Jean, Sasha and Annie who were standing outside of the kitchen also. Annie's eyes flicker for a moment, before stabbing into a harsh scowl.

Shit I'm too late.

You still haven't caught on, your usually sharp mind clouded with the lust for a food item.

"Back off Braus. Let us have some -" before you could finish your sentence you and Annie were harshly shoved into the room, the door slamming and locking behind you.

"What the hell, guys?!" You yell through the solid wood, slamming your fist against the door.

"You two have been fighting none stop all week." Jeans muffled voice calls out. "It's distracting as hell. Sort it out and we'll let you out."

"Yeah!" You hear Connie chime in. "The wars out there man... OUT THERE!"

"Just you wait til I get my hands on you Kirstein!" You yell in a temper.

"Typical." Annie mutters behind you, makin you turn and glare at her. "Resorting to anything rather than just growing up and facing your problems."

"Oh, give it a rest, Annie." You roll your eyes and fold your arms. "Just pretend we've made up and we can get out quicker."

"No." Her monotone voice replied.

You arch and eyebrow, trying to keep your cool. You didn't want to prove her right by losing it.

"What do you mean, no?"

"They're right. It's distracting. We smooth this over, now."

She was half being truthful. It was indeed distracting for the others, but at the forefront of her mind was how it was distracting her. It hurt that you two weren't getting along; she cared for you a hell of a lot and having thoughts of you cloud over her mind was getting under her skin.

"What's that?" You exaggerate your movements and place your hand by your ear, tilting your head. "Is that the sound of Annie thinking she can tell people what to do? Again? No way..."

Annie glares at you, her teeth bore into a vicious snarl before...

Swoosh.

Her leg flicked up in a kick to your head, but you caught her blow, her ankle in your hand. Your eyes widen in disbelief.

Is she that wound up?

"Annie..." You whisper, your fingers digging into the skin of her lower leg.

Her eyes soften; hurt that her literal knee jerk reaction could have hurt you. "Y/N... I -"

You smirk before she could finish and yank her forward, giving her the only option to hop towards you on one leg, lest she fall on her ass.

Resting her leg on your shoulder you move your hands onto her back to keep her steady; this position a breeze for the flexible Annie Leonhart. Your heart begins to race as her body heat rolled off her onto you, her scent pleasing you more than that cake ever would.

God you'd missed her. You didn't enjoy fighting with her either.

Your right hand slithers down her back and around to her peachy backside, putting your face close to hers with a sly grin. "God I've missed you."

Her lips instantly collide with yours, a hopeless high pitched moan echoing in her throat as those beautiful blue eyes clasped shut.

Gently lowering her leg back down, you press her against the wall, your hands pawing at her hungrily as her pleading hands grab onto your clothes, tugging.

You pull her shirt open and she begins to tug down your trousers, sliding her sweet tongue into your mouth.

"I've missed you." She breathed as you step out of your pants, moving her over to a table and sitting her on it, your fingers digging into the elastic of her trousers and pulling them off in one swift movement. Your kisses find their way to the crook of her neck where she gasps as your teeth sink into her flesh.

Your hand grabs her crotch; her panties already damp with wanting. Your lips graze up her stomach and back up to her neck.

"Of course you missed me." You breathe, still pretty pissed from your week of arguing.

Her hand finds its way to your neck, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Watch who you're talking to like that." Her body was fired up, burning with a swirling toxic concoction of lust and anger.

Ignoring her, you just remove her panties, pulling them down her gorgeous, toned legs. You yank yourself away from her grasp, pushing her back and instantly sucking her clit into your warm cave.

"Ah~!" She cries out, fisting at your hair while you harshly add immense pressure with your tongue.

Her face is flush as she begins to rock her hips, gladly riding your face into glory. Taking your two fingers you slide them inside of her tight pussy, moaning at how wet you've gotten her before you hook your fingers and begin to rock her harshly.

"Ah! Y/n! Shit!" She squeals, her legs locking together against your head.

"Always could get you to roll your eyes in more ways than one." You sneer.

She ignores you, too hazed to bite.

Returning to your feet, you push her back and pull her to you, lining up both of your sopping clits before colliding them - the table being the perfect height to do so.

You both groan and whine as your cunts rub together, you place your leg up over hers for better access, turning slightly.

"Fuck Annie... You' feel so good." You hiss as she bucks her hips into yours, her high pitched groans only adding to your sensual pleasure.

"y/n. I'm going to..." She begins, her grip on your arm tightening.

"Me too." You grunt, your pace quickening, the feel of her heated sex against yours beyond heavenly.

You both cry out the others name loudly as you ascend, your legs shaking as your cunts seemingly begin spitting at each other, your cum mixing and swirling, splashing against you both.

Panting, you plant a soft kiss onto her lips before standing and pulling your panties back up.

"I guess that's sorted it then." You laugh softly.

She just nods, face still crimson and body still quaking.

You both get dressed, slightly giddy with relief and satisfaction when..

Click.

The door unlocks.

Annie's eyes fly to yours, both of you totally forgetting your friends were in close proximity of your... "Intervention"

With a deep breath, you both meekly step outside, to be greeted with;

"...We made up." You press your lips together tightly.

"...Yeah. We know."

[tonystarktogo]

Could I pretty pretty please get some more on the time travel crack au? Maybe when it gets out that Steve, Bruce, andThor are technically from the future?

As much as I’d love to jump to that part, I think it’s funnier necessary to cover a few other tidbits first. For example:

Tony misses whatever discussion follows Thor’s -- hah, got it right in one, he hasn’t lost his touch completely yet -- arrival before the god carries his brother off towards a containment cell with the sort of cheer that causes Tony to carefully keep at least two people between himself and Thor, lest the asshole tries to hug him again.

Not that it can be that big a loss considering they all -- sans Loki -- end up back in the command center of the helicarrier, where Fury glares balefully at the most recent invader of his precious aircraft that clearly isn’t meant to stand in the way of gods.

A glare Thor aggressively doesn’t notice. Likely because he’s too busy partaking in the on-going discussion on what to do next.

And by ‘what to do next’ Tony doesn’t mean the expected we-were-invaded-by-a-mindcontrolled-alien-nutbag-and-there’s-probably-more-out-there-seems-like-the-kind-of-oh-shit-situation-we-should-plan-for. No. That would be reasonable and expected and Tony’s spent all of three hours in the company of the esteemed Captain America and already he can tell you that Rogers is none of that.

[Which, not cool, Capsicle. Dazzling and befuddling people with crazily brilliant ideas is his job.]

[continues under the cut]

So far, Tony’s been paying attention for ten minutes. In that time, Rogers and Thor have gotten into an argument over how to handle Loki -- which holy shit, that went from a calm, rational discussion to a battle to the death between two superhumans on a sugar high in zero point four seconds -- that Tony is so not gonna touch. [Nope. Let some other fool [i.e. Rogers] throw himself head-first into norse god family drama, Tony’s own feelings concerning his family are complicated enough.] That conversation devolved into a not-openly-fighting-while-totally-fighting stand-off between Rogers and Banner over a way too bitter comment from the latter [something about ‘you’d know all about choosing one brother over the other, wouldn’t you’ which what?], which in turn gets derailed by Banner needling Thor about the merits of beheading over stabbing.

Romanoff had the good sense to disappear -- probably to interrogate Loki while his apparently protective big brother is distracted, now that Tony thinks about it. 

Unfortunately that still leaves Tony stuck here, having to play the role of the mature adult because no one else fucking will. Tony hates being responsible. It’s like being back in high school and being left to do all the work on your own in group project.

[Tony failed that project. Got a straight up zero on purpose because spite is a wonderful motivator. Which, now that Tony thinks about it, doesn’t say anything promising about the current situation.]

Tony leans even further back in his seat, only balancing on the backlegs of the chair, to give Fury a very sharp, very judgemental look.

These are the people you’re betting Earth’s survival on, that look says.

Fury’s already pissed off expression darkens further, which brightens Tony mood substantially. That one of the suit’s sensors flashes green twice in quick succession less than a minute later really just makes for a delicious cherry on the top. Or more precisely a good excuse to ditch this trainwreck of a match-making attempt.

“Whoops,” Tony says, clearly audible but not too loud to draw real attention from the three [still arguing-while-pretending-not-to] stooges on the other end of the room. “Looks like I gotta take this call.”

He jiggles his fingers at Fury. The guy rolls his eyes -- probably jealous that he doesn’t have an excuse himself, that bitch face doesn’t fool Tony -- but no one tries to stop him.

“Alright, J, what do you have for me?”

*

Tony pretends not to notice the shuffling footsteps. Glances at the disturbingly normal clock on the wall that is so not up-to-date with the rest of the technology in the room, it must be an inside joke. Tony would love to meet the SHIELD agent behind it -- it can’t be easy, being the only person with a sense of humor in an entire agency.

30 minutes.

Well. That’s longer than Tony thought he’d get. JARVIS still hasn’t cracked the last layer on SHIELD’s really fucked up dirt -- and given what he’s already found, that says a lot -- but it’s only a matter of time now. Besides, Tony’s got a job to do.

“To- Stark.”

“Rogers.”

Tony doesn’t turn. Neither does he stop typing.

“What are you doing?”

Tony scoffs. He’s not in the mood to pander to inferior minds -- not when they’re so fucking frustrating, don’t make any sense and worst of all make him do all the work. 

“He’s tracking the Tesseract, using the scepter as a point of reference,” Banner says after taking one look at the screen over Tony’s shoulder.

Tony raises his eyebrows, impressed despite himself. Banner’s credentials clearly don’t do him justice -- and they were pretty damn good to begin with.

“Huh,” says Rogers.

Thanks for playing. Now buckle down and make yourself useful or fuck off, Tony wants to snipe but doesn’t get the chance to because the gods -- this god at least -- just aren’t on his side.

“Even without my brother’s help, a weapon of the tesseract’s might should not be underestimated,” Thor speaks up. “Should we not make haste and collect it?”

"Great idea.” Tony’s voice is dryer than the sand dune he crash-landed in back during his fun little trip to Afghanistan. “If only I’d thought of that instead of inventing fifteen new algorithms to try and get a read on SHIELD’s precious magic eight ball while you were busy defending your brother’s honor. Speaking of, I’m pretty sure Romanoff is a greater danger to his virtue than Captain Shockfreeze over there, so why are you still here?”

Okay, maybe poking the hornet nest that is godly family isn’t his smartest move [didn’t he just say he wasn’t gonna touch that?!] but damn if Tony isn’t curious. And also too annoyed to care about unimportant, subjective things like good manners and tact.

He sort of regrets his cavalier attitute a little when Thor sobers. At least there are no tears in sight. Tony is the last person on Earth who should be left unsupervised around crying people. It just never ends well.

“Ah.” Thor sighs heavily, stems his body against an unfortunate table that creaks dangerously. "I’m afraid I can’t afford to see my brother right now.”

It’s the way he says those words, the weight they carry more than anything that tells Tony he needs to drop this issue right now. Talk about one huge trigger button.

Must be inconvenient to have siblings. Tony totally can’t relate.

“Well, in that case, unless you have a magic trick with which you can pull the Tesseract’s position out of your sleeve, how about you sit as far away from these delicate instruments as possible and don’t touch anything while I work my magic, hm?”

Tony doesn’t let his gaze linger on the crushed edge of the table. Thor hasn’t even seemed to notice. He’s too busy lighting up at Tony’s snappish response. Which is surprising. Tony’s aware he’s a bit of an asshole right now. In his defence, he’s an asshole most of the time.

Rogers leaps across the room -- almost crashing into the previously mentioned delicate sensors as he does so -- to slap his palm over Thor’s mouth.

Tony stares. [How quickly can you develop a new habit again? Because this starts to feel like a new habit.]

“That sounds like a great plan!” Rogers beams at him, so wide and fake it must be physically painful for the epitome of all that is good and holy. At least Tony hopes it is. The supersoldier his father worshipped is still clinging to their resident god of thunder’s face.

It’s.

Tony resolutely turns his back on both of them because their madness doesn’t seem to come with a refund-ticket and if Tony doesn’t finish this program, no one will.

Not even Banner -- whom Tony had been kind of hoping for. Speaking of, the man’s been awfully quiet for a while now.

“You alright there, Brucie-Bear?” Tony turns around -- a little because it’s polite to face people when you talk with them and mostly to have an excuse not to watch the ongoing doomed wrestle-match between Blonde 1 and Blonde 2. His awesome nicknaming skill doesn’t get so much as a twitch.

To be fair, Banner is so busy staring straight ahead with the most epic rendition of the World’s Most Thoughtful Expression™ Tony has seen in a while that it doesn’t seem like the man heard him. At all.

Until he suddenly speaks up.

“I think we’ve forgotten something.” Behind Tony the impromptu wrestling comes to a sudden halt.

Probably something negligible like how to focus on a mission, the sarcastic voice in the back of Tony’s mind drawls. Though it should be noted that Tony’s consciousness only comes in sarcastic or not at all. Sorry, everyone, all the other flavors are out.

Banner’s frown deepens. “Something- Something important.”

Right on cue an explosion rocks the aircraft.

*

There’s a bit more tension in this part than the previous ones. On Tony’s side it’s because he’s smart enough to pick up on Something Is Seriously Wrong, both consciously and subconsciously and also because he feels the pressure what with everyone else apparently not taking this whole thing very seriously.

[Excluding Natasha who, believe me, takes Clint’s fate very serious indeed.]

On our time travellers’ side, they experience the frustration of being unable to talk openly, surrounded by people they don’t trust, trying to play along to the script of a movie they watched like 12 years ago and never revisited. Needless to say they’re failing horrenduously.

[bbytarantula]

The theory about ‘Sukuna’s going to eat (or try to eat) Megumi’ has a high probability to come true

This theory is cross-posted on posted on reddit. Contains spoilers for non-manga readers.

I know that (some) people are sick of this, but I’d like to point out something I’ve noticed from u/bushwarblerssong's post about the urban legend that inspired Gege to create Sukuna, which I think supports the ‘Sukuna will (try to) eat Megumi’ theory.

Gege said he created Sukuna based on an urban legend thread that was posted on 2chan.

The summary of this urban legend thread;

> A construction worker found a 2 meter wooden box with ‘Ryoman Sukuna ??? is sealed’ written on it at the old temple his company was demolishing. Fyi he was the one who posted the thread, so I’ll refer to him as 2chan guy just like bushwarblerssong did on their post.

> 2chan guy called the former priest of the temple & told him about the box.

> The priest told 2chan guy to not open the box.

> Two of 2chan guy’s coworkers opened the box for fun, then they became sick (mute + dazed) & hospitalized (few days later one of them died due to heart attack while the other became mentally unstable).

> That box contained a mummy of two conjoined twins.

> 2chan guy called the priest again. The priest came with his son and took the box. 2chan guy asked the priest’s son about the mummy.

> Priest’s son confirmed the mummy was indeed a pair of conjoined twins. The twins were purchased by Mononobe who was a leader of a religious sect & then the twins got locked inside a secret chamber with other prisoners who also had deformities. They all cannibalized each other there.

> Mononobe was interested in the twins & wanted the twins to become the sole survivor, so he stabbed other prisoners before he threw the twins there.

> The twins survived & Mononobe turned them into a mummy while they were still alive (by starving them). Then he named them Ryomen (Two Faces) Sukuna.

And here’s the interesting part, quoting bushwarblerssong;

To increase the mummy’s power, Mononobe filled Ryomen Sukuna’s stomach with a fine powder made from the crushed bones of ancient “traitorous clans” (like the Emishi or Tsuchigumo) eradicated by the Imperial Court.

Doesn’t the Zen’in kinda fit this label? Since they are in the process of getting removed from the three great families.

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Maki and Megumi are also deemed as traitors by the Zen’in clan, and perhaps by the Jujutsu Society/higher ups as well. Because they’re currently trying to free Gojo. Plus Megumi is on Yuji’s side and the higher ups clearly see Yuji as evil/dangerous and they want Yuji (Sukuna) dead.

ch 148

Anyway, Sukuna has a mouth on his stomach so it matches the urban legend. I’m guessing Mononobe cut open the stomach of the Urband Legend Sukuna so he could stuff it with the bone powder, thus creating the second mouth.

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A huge mouth also exists in Sukuna’s domain expansion.

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His domain expansion is called Fukumamizushi (伏魔御廚子) in Japanese. Fukuma (伏魔) means a place where demons hide while Mizushi (御廚子) means the place inside the palace where the emperor eats or the kitchen.

The name of Sukuna’s DE can be taken as “Sukuna’s kitchen” or “Emperor Sukuna’s dining place.”

“The kitchen of all deaths is here!!”

His innate domain also looks like the inside of a stomach.

So far Sukuna’s innate techniques are all related to cooking (Knives; dismantle and cleaves/filleting*, and Fire; flames |*the kanji hachi 捌 also means filleting fish) and we’ve seen him talking about his enemies in cooking term. He even 'employs' Uraume because of Uraume’s cooking skill.

Q: How long has Uraume known Sukuna?

A: Uraume has known Sukuna for 1000 years. Uraume is a human who’s allowed to stand next to Sukuna because Uraume could make delicious food. Uraume is also a sorcerer.

Q: Is Uraume a chef?

A: Sukuna likes to eat people, but it’s difficult to cook them, or rather only few people have the experience, but Uraume is excellent at this.

This character introduction implies that the reason why Sukuna allows Uraume to become his (only) follower is because of Uraume’s cooking skill. Weren't Uraume a good cook, Sukuna most likely wouldn't keep Uraume around.

Also, let’s not forget that it’s also mentioned in the official fanbook that Sukuna finds the most pleasure in eating.

三枚おろし is a culinary term for filleting a fish (into three slices).

味見 means tasting. The fight is a literal taste test for him.

“A delicious death begins with a careful preparation.”

The motif of eating and cooking is heavily emphasized on Sukuna. Even the way he gains control of Yuji’s body began with eating (Yuji ate Sukuna’s finger). Moreover Yuji is also a good cook, he taught Megumi to make meatballs.

(FYI in Gifu prefecture, there’s a giant dish called "Sukuna nabe" or Sukuna stew. Apparently this dish can serve approximately 2500 people. Gifu prefecture was the Hida province back then. It’s said that people of Hida liked Sukuna & considered him as a hero because he defeated a poisonous dragon and a demon called Shichina)

These are the reasons why I believe Sukuna will eat someone later, or at least try to. I’m willing to bet a huge amount of money on this. That mouth on his stomach isn’t there just for decorating, it’s for eating.

And since his interest is solely on Megumi, it’s logical to assume Megumi will become his prey in the future.

I mean, who else fits this position beside Megumi? The other person Sukuna acknowledges is Gojo (so far only Gojo and Megumi are referred to with their full names by Sukuna) but that acknowledgement doesn’t seem to go beyond killing—revenge against Gojo for humiliating him in ch 2/ep 3.

IMO if Sukuna does end up eating humans again later, the very first person he eats would be someone whom he considers special, like a fine grade-A ingredient. Basically the human version of wagyu beef or bluefin tuna.

He wouldn't eat just anybody, at least not at first, because it's stated in the fanbook that "it's difficult to cook them (humans)." So I don't think he would reserve such meticulous preparation for random nobodies. Besides it'd be his first meal after a thousand years of being sealed, so it's gotta be special.

And for what reason? Why would he want to eat Megumi? And why not now? Why wait?

Like many others I believe he wants to absorb Megumi’s power or ability once Megumi reaches his full potential, similar to what Getwo/Kenjaku did with Mahito to cast Maximum Uzumaki in order to create his ideal world, and also similar to the Urband Legend Sukuna ("to increase power").

u/Astral_M explained this in their post about the body is equal to the soul, thus consuming the body is equal to consuming the soul. Quoting them;

Because Sukuna's fingers (part of his body == soul) were preserved, his core of cursed energy is preserved. And Yuji is evidence of a very important concept: Consuming someone's body counts as consuming their cursed core, inheriting their technique!

source: WAYA - Anime Explanation (min 5:01)

I’ve seen multiple versions of translation/interpretations of this, the most common one is “Sukuna wants to create his ideal world with Megumi” I’m not trying to be nitpicking here but this version contains a different meaning from the one I screenshot, because it implies Sukuna wants Megumi to work together with him...... and I doubt that's exactly what Sukuna has in mind. I'm assuming the one I screenshot is the correct (more accurate) version because WAYA is a native Japanese speaker.

Also I think it's worth to note that it's not Gege who said this, it’s the interviewer. Gege’s answer/respond to it was fully censored, so we don’t know whether he actually agreed with this notion or not.

The interviewer then said this (in response to Gege's bleeped out answer);

Another translation;

source: _zanzou_ 

I don’t think Megumi is going to die (or get eaten) early. It’d happen in or near the final arc.

Megumi either dies in Sukuna/Yuji’s hands (depends if they manage to separate, I'm betting Sukuna's going to merge with Yuji though, because it fits the theme; conjoined twins + two faces), or he lives, because clearly Sukuna wouldn’t allow others to kill him.

Thanks for reading!

TL;DR Sukuna will definitely (try to) eat someone later and that someone is most likely going to be Megumi.

[writing-frenzy]

Plz let Airplane be EVEN MORE Awesome - Fic Rec Part Duo

*Stares at all the notes my last post got* Nice to know we are all just as Thirsty for the good boi as Mobei-Jun is.

So Thus, I have decided to make another! (Smashes the post button) Since there was a lot, I just decided to make another post.

here we go kids, more of that good Airplane love... alongside that good quality Moshang because I am biased~ 

(Plz share if you find more!)

a cup of vinegar, a spoon of sugar by Shamelesscooper - “Your timing certainly is impeccable, my lord,” Wei Wuxian groans, rubbing his back. “What brings you here for the second time in as many nights…?” “I left my cloak,” Mobei-Jun says, shooting Wei-Wuxian a dirty look as the bird demon shrugs his robe back on.“You certainly did!” Shang Qinghua exclaims, crossing his arms quite crossly. “You can’t just leave your things everywhere, my king!” Mobei-Jun’s hard stare refocuses on Shang Qinghua, and he can’t help but shrink back, hurriedly rummaging around in his qiankun pouch for the offending garment. As soon as Shang Qinghua finds it, Mobei-Jun takes it from his hands and throws it over his shoulders, breathing in a deep sigh as if it relieved him to have it there again. If you miss it so much, why did you even leave it behind?! Shang Qinghua almost wants to say, but he is quite fond of his head, actually, and would rather Mobei-Jun not take it off his shoulders, thankyouverymuch. 

--Shang Qinghua is tasked with escorting the leader of the Yiling Carrion Tribe to Gusu, and it'd be fine if only Mobei-Jun would stop poking his (gorgeous, beautiful, drop-dead handsome) head in!

*Evil grin* here we have a delicious rare side of Jealous Mobei, Shang Qinghua doing something that most MDZS fans dream of doing once, and a side of shamelessness from our favorite ‘Lovebirds’ XD Not to mention how steamy it gets~

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You Will Never Step Lightly In The Dark by Janusoverlord - Shang Qinghua wakes up in the aftermath of Tianlang-Jun's rampage on Cang Qiong Mountain and has to navigate the delicate political situation he now finds himself in. Luo Binghe is building a harem with Shen Qingqiu as his first, and honestly most terrifying, husband. Yet, Luo Binghe seems to be turning his eyes to Shang Qinghua as a possibility as well. Excuse you? What is this? He didn't sign up for this!

Okay, make sure you read the tags kiddies because uhhh, this has some themes to it. It is also part of a series as well, but I read it stand alone and it does good with how it explains things; as it is...

Let me just say, Luo Binghe does not know what he just got into; all mortals will bow to the might of our lord Airplane! I really did like this and I am tentatively on the fence about reading the rest of the series, because the writing is so damn good but we will see how my ship cravings twist.

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With Ink and Sword by xnemone - Shang Qinghua is appropriately nervous when he passes the Imperial Exams only to be assigned not to the Emperor’s palace, but to the barren lands ruled by a lord known to be as ruthless as he is cold. Although his friend and confidant Shen Qingqiu gives him a sympathetic smile and a mountain of furs before he sets off, Shang Qinghua feels less than reassured.He expects ridicule, a harsh regime, even rejection. What he does not expect is for Mobei-Jun to take one look at him among all the scholars and servants of his palace, and proclaim him his.

Now, this is such a good story, I love it, is makes me feel happy and squishy inside with the good Moshang, and you know what? It has my new favorite thing in the world!

Shang Qinghua calls Cucumber bro out! AND IT IS GLORIOUS!!! (Seriously, why does this not happen more often?)

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Good Vibrations by Feynite -  In Shang Qinghua’s defense, this whole trope was originally something he’d only ever written in for Sha Hualing, for precisely one scene.

In which I actually feel ashamed for forgetting such a treasure. Like, Feynite is a wonderful wordsmith, invoking so many thoughts and good shit with their words and characters, and by god do I end up just loving them even more then before.

This story passes the Vibe Check! (Luo Binghe also gets a Vibe Check~)

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From Your Perspective by cozycitywitch - It was nothing more than a curse, probably, and surly the witch doctor could fix it? So what else was Shang Qinghua to do inside Mobei Jun's body until the end of the night? He couldn't be blamed for his curiosity! He was only a man! Or the one where Moshang switch bodies and Shang Qinghua can't help himself.

Now, this is a lovely, spicy lime where while there is no big action or technical awesomeness going on, it does have some wonderful images; Shang Qinghua’s hamster body with the aura of a king, him showing off being intimating which means Shang Qinghua can indeed be scary, it is something that could happen if he has the motivation for it.

Not to mention this is just a hot story all around~ (My kingdom’s for My King’s POV on this~)

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ham hunt by jets_adjacent - There's a wolf at Shang Qinghua's heels and his only thought is: Northern mating rituals are a pain in the ass.

This is a really, really good A/B/O fic; it also shows just how tricky and sneaky our Shang Qinghua can be, as well as a mischievous side I just love seeing in our favorite Peak Lord. And let’s not forget the spicy goodness of this fic, which is really tasty~ (And can I get a shout out for consent and negotiated kinks!)

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In which healthy relationship skills are forcibly brought into Proud Immortal Demon Way by two bros by Rafaela271412421 -  Look, if no one is going to give these people friends and healthy relationships then by GOD, I WILL do it myself! It's about two bros bringing healthy relationships into PIDW both intentionally and not. Gods and deities, accidental and not, will also be included. Also, it's in bullet point format, so you’ve been warned.

ahahahahaahhahahahaahaha! I love this fucking outline/bullet points presentation, it is something I always end up going back to and giggling like an idiot. The is really a healing piece, my crops have been watered, my face is clear, and Airplane and Cucumber Bros go completely feral~ I love it, I want to propose marriage~

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trinkets for a king by jets_adjacent - Shang Qinghua gives many extraordinary gifts to his King. His King finally catches on. --aka: Mobei Jun has never been courted by a human before.

So, this is a wonderful subversion of the ‘Mobei-Jun courts/plans his wedding to Shang Qinghua all the while said man is unaware’. like, it is so cute and I love jelly Airplane; it gives me life. Also, one of the few we see Airplane taking full advantage of all his author knowledge and using it for the devious plans~

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The Southern King and The North Star by Luuplup - A series of meetings between the Southern King and a cultivator. The happy moments, the romantic moments, the sad moments.  

Another really cute Role Reversal I find I greatly enjoy, with a very competent, beloved Lord Demon!Airplane :D it makes me happy when I read it, I end up wanting to hug something~ It seems like it will be a slow burn, what with our favorite moronsexuals, but oh is it delicious seeing the buildup~ 

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under a wicked star by tagteamme - Caught unaware, Mobei Jun is kidnapped for leverage. On the eighth day, Mobei Jun is broken out of his trance by the sound of something being tossed into his pit. It’s a lot lighter than what they throw food down in. He realizes that today, he is not tied down.When he moves off the bed, he does not need the canopy post to support his weight as he stands up. The object on the floor glints in the firelight, and Mobei Jun crouches to pick it up. His face is immoving; slowly, he turns the An Ding peak lord crown in his hand, looking at the blood-soaked metal through the light.

SQH to the rescue! Alongside some good old fashioned angsty Moshang miscommunication but with Mobei-Jun’s POV this time, and some absolutely good steamy good times for all XD 

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we seal our fate by ketolic (corrose) - All things considered, it really was sort of obvious. Hey! Anyone can be a genius in retrospect. Hindsight is 20/20! Besides, who can blame him! He'd never written about this facet of Mobei Jun's life before! Still...considering all the times he'd gotten his hands on Mobei Jun's sealskin, he's sort of shocked that it took him so long to figure it out.

:D This story makes me giggle uncontrollably, and still finds ways to unexpectedly stab me in the heart. I love it! Not to mention we get to see SQH be awesome! Sure, he flails around as he does it, but busts out the fighting moves and even fits a rescue in there! So good, so in character, I love every watery moment of this fic... good thing I’m so thirsty- (Is shot)

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But yeah! These are some more good stories I found, some a bit more- urrrr- thirstier then others~ you can find the first thing of Fic Recs Here! And Plz, share more awesome Airplane whenever you have a chance~

[atths--twice]

Chapter Five

December 1923

It took nearly a month to secure the preparations needed to leave Cairo and begin the journey down the Nile.

If he had not seen much of Dana before, he now saw her nearly every day.

She brought books from work, shared information she had been gathering for years, showed him maps she had copied and shared where she believed the temple of Kha’ari was located and why.

“There are big areas devoted to the more well known gods and goddesses: Luxor, Karnak… but I don’t think it’s near them. I just feel as though it’s near the Kharga Oasis,” she told him, as he walked her home after dinner at the hotel.

“The names are similar,” Fox agreed.

“True, but it’s more than similar names.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think… and, I know how it will sound, but I think that the other temples were erected in places where it may have been hard to be happy at times, but…” She paused and shook her head with a heavy sigh. “I think it’s harder to be sad in a beautiful place. To feel the weight of your heart breaking, while the day is beautiful and others around you are happy. I think a temple near an oasis, near that beauty, for a goddess of pain and suffering… that would be the perfect location. Showing that there is that beauty in the world, even when we believe it’s not possible.”

Fox stared at her, thinking of the people who may have come to the temple, leaving their offerings of thankfulness, finally able to see the beauty in the day around them, their hearts beginning to repair. He smiled and nodded, believing she had to be right, her deductions far too reasonable.

“I think that makes perfect sense,” he said softly and she smiled.

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The Lady of the Nile, was a large beautiful ship in which Fox had procured two rooms to carry them to their destination. When they had arrived that morning, Dana had stopped and stared at it and then at him.

“Our journey will take three weeks. We may as well spend it in comfort,” he had said and while she had seemed hesitant, she entered the ship with him.

The ship was even more beautiful once they were being led to their rooms. The rich colors, tapestries, and details all added to the grandeur of it. Dana kept looking all over and shaking her head, telling him how beautiful she found it.

Her room was first and when they stepped inside, she gasped. The room held a small bed, wardrobe, nightstand, oil and globe lamps. There was a sitting area with a small sofa, a table in front of it, and a sink with a chest below it.

Shelves with brackets were above the bed and along the walls to hold objects and keep them from falling. A round window, above a small bookshelf which held a decent amount of books, opened to look out onto the water. Sheer curtains hung around the bed and a large rug covered the floor.

“This room is nicer than my flat,” Dana said softly to him as she looked around, her trunk set down by the porter.

Fox smiled at her before excusing himself and continuing onto his own room. It was similar to hers, though the colors were a bit darker and instead of the small sofa, it had two comfortable looking chairs.

He unpacked his trunk, hanging up his clothes and looking around with a grin and a nod. It was all really happening.

He walked around the room, touching the books in the bookcase, the oil lamps, the curtains around the bed. With another nod, he left the room and walked to the dining room, requesting a table for dinner on the deck at sunset.

When he left, he walked back to Dana‘s room and knocked on her door. She answered, though she did not open the door fully, staying slightly hidden behind it.

“I’ve made reservations for dinner,” he said. “But I was wondering if you would like to take a tour of the ship with me.”

“Oh… yes, I would like that very much. Can I meet you in a few minutes?”

“Of course,” he agreed with a nod. “Fifteen minutes? In the main lobby?”

“Yes,” she agreed, smiling and nodding as she closed the door.

He left and walked to the bar, looking at the alcohol displayed and ordered two glasses of champagne. As it arrived, so did Dana, in a dress he had never seen before, and his heart stopped before it began to beat rapidly. Her hair was up and she looked beautiful, though slightly nervous.

“You look beautiful,” he said as she reached him.

“Thank you,” she answered with a blush on her cheeks. “My mother sent me this dress, just in case I had an occasion to wear it. I’ve had it for nearly two years and never worn it before tonight. I feel a bit unlike myself, but thought it was the right time to make use of it.”

“Indeed,” he said with a smile, the dark blue of the dress making her eyes bluer, if it were possible. “Here.” He handed her one of the glasses, clinking it with his own.

“Cheers,” she said quietly and he nodded as they took a sip. Extending his arm, she accepted it, as they turned from the bar and made their way up the stairs.

They walked around the ship, discovering the luxuries it afforded: a dining room smoking lounge for the men, a library, a salon with chairs and sofas filling the room, the gleaming windows letting in the late afternoon sun.

The deck of the ship was even better with the view of the sunset, the water, and the other small boats sailing beside them, their masts filled by the breeze.

He glanced at Dana, the loose strands of hair blowing across her face, and he smiled. Her eyes were shining and her lips curling up as she waved to him sailing past them. Under any other circumstance, he would have seen the romance of the situation. Truth be told, he was hard pressed not to see it, as the setting sun created a romantic atmosphere all its own, but he pushed those feelings aside.

“This is a beautiful ship. Far more than I was expecting,” she said and took a last drink of her champagne, the glass now empty.

“What were you expecting?” he asked, taking her glass and then draining his own.

“I… I don’t really know,” she said, leaning her arms on the railing and twirling a strand of hair, at the base of her neck, around her fingers. “I’ve… It's been a long time since I’ve been around such luxuries. My income at the museum is not large and what money I am sent from my mother, it’s not much either, and not always absolute.” He frowned and she smiled slightly. “My father didn’t want me to leave and threatened there would be no financial help from him if I did.”

“That’s…” He paused, not knowing what to say, and not wanting to insult a man he did not know.

“Not exactly the kindest, no, but it’s been cleared up. Letters and distance work wonders, you know.” She smiled at him and he frowned again. “He was worried about me on my own, and didn't want me so far from home.” She bit her bottom lip and looked away with a sigh, the wind blowing her hair across her face.

“But you know what I think?” she asked as she turned to look at him again. “Although he never says, his own letters generally short, and only a postscript added to my mother’s, I think the money is from him, but he won’t admit it. Stubbornness and not wanting to appear too soft, he will continue the charade.” Fox laughed softly and she smiled.

“My mother similarly did not want me to leave. But… after the pain and uncertainty the war caused her, I can understand.”

“Were you… shot? Your leg…” She glanced down and back up at him. “Please don’t feel you have to discuss it if you don’t-”

“No,” he interrupted, not wanting her to feel she had imposed upon him. “I wasn’t shot in my leg. I was stabbed and it became infected before I could get proper medical health. I had to spend some time in hospital correcting the mistake. I didn’t think I would go back to the front line after that, but they cleared me to return. My mothers letters were filled with her worry and anger over that decision.”

“I can understand how she feels,” Dana said quietly, her eyes downcast, fingers stroking her locket.

He felt the conversation was becoming too morose and so he suggested they continue walking and heading to dinner. She agreed and they moved on, him carrying the glasses and giving them to a server who had passed by.

Dinner was delicious, their conversation easy, but he could not help but feel something was different. She smiled and laughed, but the happiness did not quite reach her eyes.

After the meal was finished, she politely excused herself to return to her room, claiming she was tired and could do with an early night.

“Of course,” he responded with a nod, and she walked away.

Not wanting to be held within the walls of his own room just yet, he strolled around the ship again. On his second trip, he stopped at the library where he spent some time perusing the titles. Taking a book back to his room, he was determined to read as much as possible before falling asleep.

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The days they spent together were different from the seemingly endless ones of planning and discussions. Then they worked tirelessly, walking to and from the library, the hotel, and her flat.

Now, they had time to relax, sleep later, lounge about if they so chose, which they did as it was a very welcome change.

They ate every meal together, learning more about one another.

She had grown up in Maryland and was the youngest of three siblings; her youngest brother dying in infancy.

Her brother, Bill, had fought in the war, coming home wounded in one eye. He handled it well, saying he could live his life with one eye as well as two. His fiancée, Adelaide, had not cared, thankful he had returned to her alive, and his children, of which he had two rambunctious boys, thought of him as a pirate.

Her sister, Melissa, was married to a very kind and quiet man, Joshua, who doted on her every need. They had three children and last she had heard, would soon be adding another.

“They are all the sweetest children, my sister's children more so, always sending me drawings and little notes. I love them all, miss them of course, but…” A hand at her throat drew his attention, but no story was forthcoming and he was left wondering about the mystery of the locket.

He told her of his life, a sometimes lonesome one without a sibling, wishing he had a playmate, but happy with his parents. His mother especially was loving and attentive and he had never lacked for anything.

“But it’s not made you as some,” Dana said and he frowned in confusion. “I mean that some people become demanding and rude, carrying their wealth as though it puts them above others. You don’t do that. You have wealth, as was obvious when I first met you, but you don’t flaunt it. It’s a part of you, but not something you think or worry about.”

“That may be the kindest way to tell someone they are a rich snob that I’ve ever heard,” he teased and she laughed, looking out at the water as they sat at a table, enjoying a drink.  

Other than the discussion the first day on the ship, the war was a topic they avoided and also how she had come to be in Egypt. It hung between them, something he would not have minded discussing, but one which she obviously did not, so their conversation mostly revolved around the journey and their destination.

The ship made many stops, allowing for touring the temples. For Fox, they saw nearly enough to make it all worthwhile, even without discovering anything on their own, but knew it was not the same for Dana. Her commentary of the day as they returned to the ship and had dinner, her eyes shining, he knew she was thinking of the excitement of their own hopeful discoveries.

Luxor, Karnak and Hathor, each place was more impressive than the last. The sheer magnitude of them was daunting enough, but the details in the artwork kept him standing in one place and sketching for longer than anticipated, only stopping when Dana joined him after touring places he had missed, his attention focused on sights before him.

There were people offering their expertise as a guide, but they declined them. Dana shared everything she knew, which was quite a bit, explaining what they saw with a passion the other guides lacked. He loved listening to her speak on subjects of which she knew, her tone animated and her hands moving quickly, pointing them out with a smile, his interest piquing with every word.

They went to the Valley of the Kings, where a large crowd waited to see the tomb of King Tutankhamun. Fox felt nervous as they made their way to the front of the queue, terrified he would react the same way he had at the pyramids. It would be twice as horrifying if it were to happen in front of Dana.

As the next couple walked forward, he took a deep breath. Thinking of the fact that it had been a while since he’d had any type of an attack of panic, he felt his heart start to race.

“Fox? Are you ready?” Dana asked, breaking into his thoughts and gesturing toward the tomb.

He took a deep breath and felt the panic begin to rise, when suddenly she touched his forearm and stared into his eyes. As she did, he felt a calm wash  over him, his breathing returning to normal.

“Yes,” he said, letting out his breath and swallowing down his worries. “Yes, I’m ready.” She smiled and took a step forward and he followed; down the steps and into the tomb.

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December 25, 1923

Off the ship and now staying at a hotel in Luxor, Fox dressed for dinner, tying his tie before he put on his jacket and walked out of the room.

Tomorrow would begin their day of preparation. They would be meeting with the men who would be joining them on their expedition. Food would be acquired, tools, clothes, tents, and any other items they would need.

Fox was excited, but also nervous, hoping they would truly find what they imagined was somewhere out in the middle of the desert. Tonight though, he and Dana were having dinner and celebrating the holiday.

Nearly a month on a ship, he was glad to be in a place which sat on solid ground. The ship had been large and comfortable, the river calm, but he still preferred to be on dry land.

Down the stairs, he stood waiting in the main lounge area for Dana. She did not keep him waiting long and when he saw her coming down the stairs, he drew in a deep breath.

Wearing the same dark blue dress as she had their first night on the ship. Her hair was up, though in a slightly different style, and his let out his breath when she reached him. He smiled, unable to take his eyes off of her.

“You’ve managed to make that dress even more beautiful the second time. You quite literally took my breath away.” He smiled again and she looked down, her cheeks pink, before raising her eyes to his and smiling.

“Thank you. You look very nice too,” she said and he nodded as he extended his arm to her. She took it and they walked into the dining room.

The room was large, with a dance floor in the middle, and tables around the edges, covered with white tablecloths. Candles lit around the room and sitting on the tables, gave it an inviting feeling.

“It’s beautiful in here,” Dana said, the orchestra in the corner beginning to play softly as they sat down.

“It is,” Fox agreed, looking around and smiling. “I think what I like best though, is that we aren’t on a moving ship. This room, being stationary, makes me very happy.” Dana laughed, picking up the menu from beside her plate.

Their food orders were given and as the waiter left them, he looked at the orchestra, his foot tapping the floor beneath the tablecloth. Turning his head, he looked back at Dana who smiled at him.

“I want to thank you, Dana,” he said quietly and she seemed surprised at his words. He drew a breath, about to speak, when the waiter arrived with a bottle of wine, filling their glasses. “A toast. To the journey on which we are about to embark, all we have seen, and to one another.” She raised her glass and tapped it to his, her eyes shining.

God, she’s beautiful, he thought, the dress and style of her hair accentuating her beauty.

When they had eaten, and the dishes cleared away, they rose to leave. Her eyes followed the dancing couples as they glided past, smiling and laughing.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked and she shook her head, clasping her hands in front of her. “A walk around the grounds of the hotel perhaps?” She smiled in agreement and they began to walk.

“Fox,” she said softly, her eyes on his. “I have thoroughly enjoyed the last few weeks. I’ve lived here for over three years and I have not had the opportunity to travel as we have done. I knew it was there, but the cost was beyond my means. Here I was in a place I had wanted to visit most of my life and I was stuck in one place.” She smiled at him, reaching for his arm and slipping her hand into the crook of it. “I never imagined I would be here, on the brink of doing what I set out to accomplish.” She stopped walking and held tight to his arm, forcing him to also stop. Staring at him, she smiled again.

“Thank you, Fox.”

“It has been my pleasure,” he whispered with a slight nod. “I have enjoyed the past few weeks as well. Immensely.” Placing his other hand over hers, he squeezed gently.

“And now I must express my appreciation. Thank you,” he said quietly and she shook her head. “No. I do thank you. If it was not you who answered my first letter, I would not have been as intrigued to come here. To not only see all that we have, but to meet and thank the person behind the pen. I’m so glad it was you. Thank you, Miss Scully.”

She blinked her eyes rapidly, though he could see the tears shining in them. He squeezed her hand again, let go and took a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to her as they began to resume walking.

The music from the dining room could be heard through the open windows as they walked past and he stopped. Turning his face to her, he raised his eyebrows, asking silently if she would like to dance. She nodded and he took back his handkerchief, placing it into his pocket.

Holding out a hand, she took it and he pulled her close, waiting to feel the rhythm of the music.

“I’m not always good with the quicker steps, but I’ll try my best,” he confessed and she smiled.

“I’m not a great dancer myself. Please don’t feel worried,” she whispered. He smiled with a nod, his leg the furthest thing from his mind as he held her in his arms and they twirled, her laughter ringing through the air.

They stumbled only a couple of times, both apologizing and then laughing harder, but they kept dancing until the music stopped, with applause following.

Catching their breath, he looked at her and without thinking if it was the right thing to do, he leaned forward and kissed her softly, surprising both of them. He began to pull back, his apology already forming in his mind, when her grip tightened and she kissed him.

As quickly as it began, it stopped. She pushed away from him, her eyes wide.

“I… I’m sorry,” she breathed, a hand going to the locket at her throat. “I…” She shook her head and stepped back, walking away quickly.

“Dana… Please don’t leave,” he called after her, but she kept walking and he did not chase after her, knowing it was not what she wanted nor what he should do.

The music began to play again, happy and festive, the diners applauding, laughter  echoing through the windows. He felt no such joy, only worry and confusion. Less than a minute ago he had been happy, and now he stood alone, the memory of her kiss still lingering on his lips.

[smutsonian]

stabbed in the back

drabble about reader coming home from a mission

bucky x reader

Warnings: stabby stab stab stab

Words: 900

masterlist

Sam was in the kitchen making popcorn while Bucky was in the living room going through channels on the huge flat screen tv when Y/N barged in with an annoyed frown. “Welcome back, sunshine.” Sam snorts at her scowl and offers her a glass of water. She reaches for it with a groan, the pain in her back causing her discomfort. “Want hot chocolate?” He raises an eyebrow in question which she answered with an eager nod after putting the glass of water down. Sam chuckles before pointing towards the living room. “Bucky’s in there. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you back from your mission...” Sam wasn’t even done with his words when she bolted towards the living room to wrap her arms around Bucky’s neck from behind the sofa. 

“Hey, you!” he tilts his head to the side to give her a kiss before smiling up at her, noting how she was still in her stealth suit. “How’s the mission?” Bucky asks. 

 “Well—” She was about to start her rant when Sam enters the living room, walking towards her to offer the cup of hot chocolate before seating on the couch beside Bucky with a big bowl of popcorn. “Let’s watch this instead.” Sam steals the remote from Bucky before changing the channel to Nickelodeon. 

 Y/N stands behind the sofa, sipping on her hot chocolate as she watches Spongebob playing on the television. “Watching this shit is kind of relaxing, not gonna lie.” Sam gets into a better position before shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “True,” Y/N mumbles before taking another sip of the hot chocolate. “Hey, Sam? This shit’s really good… Like really fucking good.” Y/N shakes her head in disbelief before chuckling. “Why do you look so surprised?” Sam fakes an offended look before laughing at her.

 “Maybe because everything you make tastes like shit.” Bucky laughs at Sam when he playfully punches him. He turned to look at Y/N, raising an eyebrow at her. “Doll? What are you doing just standing there? Come sit with us.” Bucky pushes Sam violently before scooching over to give her a space to sit on. Y/N starts walking around the sofa when her eyes widened in realization. 

 “Oh yeah…” she mumbles under her breath.  She was now standing in front of the two guys.  

 “What is it, doll?” Bucky looks at her with a bit of worry.

 “I came here to tell you guys that I got stabbed in the back.” She scoffs at the memory and Sam answers with a short laugh. “Don’t we all?” he says before elbowing Bucky’s ribs.

 “Haha, yeah…” Y/N laughs when Bucky scowled at Sam, rubbing his ribs to ease the pain caused by Sam. “But like this time, it was quite literal.” Y/N turns around to reveal the knife that was indeed penetrated in her back, just beside her left shoulder blade, blood sipping out and staining the black material of her suit.

 “Holy fuck!” Sam hisses under his breath before looking at Bucky who was staring at her in horror.

 “What the fuck?! Why are you only telling us now?!” Bucky quickly moves towards her before telling Sam to call doctor Cho or any doctor available. Sam quickly runs out of the room to get help while Bucky sits her down on the sofa, careful not to hit her back.

 “Are you okay, doll?” He brushes a few of her hair out of the way before cursing under his breath. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks again, looking at her with so much worry mixed with disbelief. “Sorry. I was a bit distracted by Spongebob and Sam’s delicious hot chocolate.” She brings the mug to her lips before sighing in content. 

 “How are you feeling?” Bucky asks as Sam enters the room with a doctor, mentally sighing in relief as the doctor started working on her. “I feel like I’ve been stabbed in the back. Also, a little dizzy. Come to think of it… I think I’ve lost a little blood and now I’m a bit delusional. That’s why I find Sam’s hot chocolate so fucking delicious.” She laughs and then winces when the doctor started stitching her up.

 “You ungrateful little turd” Sam jokingly murmurs under his breath but still worried with her wound. “Is she going to be okay, doc?” Sam asks.

 “She lost a little bit of blood but besides feeling sore for a few days, she’ll be okay.” The doctor turns to leave after giving her medicine for pain relief.

 “See? I’m a bad bitch. Nobody can’t kill me.” She laughs before hopping on Bucky’s lap, caressing his face, and pecking his nose a few times before pulling away. They stare at each other for a while before her eyes started to flutter.

 “Sleep…” She mumbles before her head falls on his shoulder, head buried in his neck. Bucky shakes his head in amusement before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He places his hands under her thighs for support before standing up and heading out of the room. “Thanks for the help. But now I gotta take care of this one.”

 After Bucky placed her carefully on the bed, making sure to put her on her uninjured side, he took a seat beside the bed to watch over her. He admired her peaceful face before shaking his head in dismay. “What am I going to do with you?” Her nose scrunched absentmindedly in her sleep earning a chuckle from him, making him brush his fingers softly across her face. Her face relaxed at his touch and he couldn’t help the tug it made in his heartstrings.

 He breathed out a sigh as he stared at her lovingly, “What are you doing with my heart?”

[nightshade-minho]

-Blue Book- (3)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Chan being an ass.

Over the next two days, Chan found himself spending nearly all of his time with you. You had warmed up to him a lot, but was still a little cautious. He had to build up trust...somehow.

Spending time with you was excruciatingly boring. All you seemed to do was draw, and sitting next to you while you did was getting tiring.

However, whenever he would come close to giving up, something would happen to put him right back on track- whether it was Miyoung smiling at him from across the hallway, tucking her hair behind her ear like she always did...or Minho, shamelessly asking her out for a fucking date. Right in front of his salad.

No, literally.

He watched in horror as Minho chuckled, speaking to her on the phone in that raspy voice of his that was the fakest shit Chan had ever heard.

"Yeah, okay, babe. Bye~" Minho cooed, cutting the call and putting his phone down, resuming his meal as he dug into his chicken nonchalantly.

"Babe?" Changbin asked, smirking from the opposite end of the table.

"Hmm, yeah. Got a problem with that?" Minho asked, seemingly replying to Changbin but staring right at Chan as he said it.

"No." Chan lied, voice a little shaky.

"Oh, but don't embarrass him like this, Minho. He's only been wanting to ask her out for like, two years...yet you did it in five minutes." Hyunjin said, laughing.

Chan's grip on his fork tightened. He prided himself in being a patient person, more or less...yet these two definitely had the potential to turn him into a cold-blooded murderer.

"Where are you taking her?" Jisung asked, mouth full.

"To the carnival, tomorrow afternoon. I'm going to win her one of those giant plushies. I've always been good at those games."

"How romantic~" Jisung smiled. "You know we'll be there too though, right?"

"Uh huh." Minho grinned at Chan. "Don't worry! I won't leave my best friends for a girl. We'll be right there with you, the whole time."

"Sounds great. Don't know if Chan will like that idea, though..."

Minho tilted his head, tutting.

"Channiee~ you know I'll back off if you get the book, right?"

That was it. Chan stood up, spoon and fork clattering onto his plate as he left the table, fuming. His stomach growled with hunger as he pushed open the café door, walking out onto the street with his bag slung over his shoulder.

He'd just have his dinner at home.

***

"Wow. You really pissed him off." Jeongin noted.

Minho rolled his eyes, stabbing his chicken with the fork. "I swear, he has such bland taste in girls. Miyoung is the most brainless creature I've ever met."

"Why would you put up with that, then? And why do you seem so intent on irritating him lately?" Felix asked, frowning.

"I'm not really putting up with anything. She's hot, and she has a smoking body. Brains don't matter when you look like that."

"You know Chan likes Miyoung for more than her appearance. Although I can't, for the life of me, imagine what that might be..."

"Whatever."

"You didn't answer my question."

Minho sighed, raising an eyebrow at Felix.

"I just don't like the way he's been lording over us all lately. He acts like he's our 'leader' or something. I feel like I can barely breathe around him- at least this gets him out of the way."

"See? It's a battle of the alphas, after all." Jisung guffawed, high-fiving Hyunjin.

"So this is all just some power struggle?" Felix asked, disbelief lacing his tone. "Why the fuck did you drag an innocent girl into it, then? She has nothing to do with any of it-"

"Eh, she just gets on my nerves. Two birds with one stone." He shrugged.

Felix shook his head. "You're an asshole."

He smirked. "I know."

***

Chan knew exactly where to find you.

True to form, you were on the same park bench as always, legs crossed as you listened to music with your eyes closed.

"Hey..."

You opened one eye slightly as you realized who it was. Taking the earbuds out, you smiled.

"Oh hey...I didn't expect to see you again until tomorrow morning."

"Yeah well, I kinda knew you would be here."

You patted the spot next to you, and Chan hesitantly sat down.

"Where's your book? You're not drawing?"

"It's too dark for that." You pointed out, a lopsided smile gracing your face.

"Why are you here then?"

"My mom and her date went to this fancy restaurant." You explained. "And I didn't want to be all alone at home, so I just came out here."

"Ah. This place is just as pretty at night..."

"Mmhmm."

Chan sighed as he watched you play with your hair. It was kind of cute, how you tried to mask your nervousness by occupying your hands with meaningless actions.

"So what will you be having for dinner, then?"

"Probably ramen out of a packet. I hope we still have some left..."

Chan pressed his lips together. "Would you...um, would you like to come join me for dinner? At my house?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Oh..." You blushed, looking down. "I mean, yeah, sure-"

"Great!" You looked up, the smile on Chan's face so kind that you almost teared up.

God, Y/n, get yourself together...

You had no idea why he was being so nice to you at first, and had been wary initially...but the last few days had changed that. He seemed to enjoy spending time with you, and that was somewhat of a novelty- a person showing interest in you, that is.

Chan grinned at you, grabbing your wrist as he pulled you up. "Let's go!~"

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"This is my room."

You gasped. "Wow, it's so big!"

"Yeah." He chuckled. "It used to be a gym, I think...but my parents let me change it up."

"That's so cool." You went over to the posterboard, smiling as your eyes ran over all the polaroids and memorabilia Chan had collected over the years.

"My room isn't as personalized as yours...but this makes me want to give it a makeover." You smiled, going over to the window and marvelling at the size of it.

"Wow...you must get a lot of sunlight in the mornings..." You said in awe, pressing your nose up against the glass as you looked down.

"I do." He said, mind blank as he watched you fangirl over his room. You were so overly enthusiastic about everything...he wished he could be the same.

You turned around, that wide smile ever-present on your face. As you opened your mouth to say something else, you were interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

"Ah, I almost forgot. I brought you here to feed you." He winked, opening his door as he stepped back out.

"Come on, we can visit my bedroom some other time~" Your cheeks heated up at his words as he went back downstairs.

"Wait for me!" You followed him quickly as he made his way to the dinner table.

"Where are your parents?" You asked as you sat at the table.

"They're on a business trip, princess, and my siblings are at their friends'. So...we have the house all to ourselves." He winked again, and you quickly looked back down at your empty plate.

You thanked the maid as she served the food. It was pasta, and your stomach growled again as soon as you laid eyes on it.

"Wow, you're hungry, huh? Sounds like there's a baby bear living in your stomach~" He teased. You giggled, shaking your head as you took a bite.

"Oh wow, it's delicious."

"It better be, my parents don't pay her for nothing." He said, starting to eat.

There was silence for a while as the two of you filled your empty stomachs...but somehow, it wasn't awkward. Chan looked up at you from time to time, chuckling at how fast you ate.

"Slow down, babygirl."

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. That pet name, fuck.

Chan raised an eyebrow, picking up on how affected you were by it.

"Hmm, you like that name?"

You shook your head vehemently, going back to your meal- but your cheeks never stopped burning.

He hadn't expected to see you so flustered, when he'd literally just called you a name.

Wrapped around his finger, indeed.

***

"It feels weird hanging out without Chan." Jeongin sighed, adjusting the pillow under his chin as he lay on the mattress in Felix's basement, watching as Changbin and Jisung faced off in Call of Duty.

"Yeah? I feel like it's better. I don't feel like I have to walk on eggshells." Hyunjin shrugged, prompting Minho to smile widely.

"See? He gets it."

"I don't know, Chan being here sure keeps these guys in line." Seungmin flicked his thumb towards Changbin and Jisung (the two of them mock-wrestling as the latter suspected that the former had cheated), not looking up from his book.

Changbin looked up from the headlock Jisung had him in.

"Oh shut up. Guys, I don't really understand why we pick on some random girl in school when we have our very own nerd right here." He sneered.

"There's a difference between being a nerd and having brains...something which you clearly don't know much about. I'll cut you some slack." Seungmin smirked.

"For fuck's sake, stop fighting." Jisung said as he poked Changbin's side, squeezing harder.

"Oh, the irony." Jeongin groaned, rubbing his forehead as he watched the two roll around on the floor.

Felix sighed as he buried his head in his hands, too tired to follow the conversation anymore.

What had happened to them?

***

"You should come over again."

"Yeah...I will. Some other time. My mom's expecting me, unfortunately." You said apologetically.

"At least let me walk you home?"

You paused, smiling slowly. "Alright."

The two of you walked side by side, the cool night breeze ruffling your hair.

"What are your hobbies?" You asked after some minutes of silence, curiously.

"Well. I like swimming, and also football." He paused, wondering if he should tell you more or not.

"I...I also like making music."

"Woah. That's amazing. Next time, you should show me some of your songs."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Some of them are kinda private, though..."

"That's okay. You only need to show me what you're comfortable with letting me hear." You said.

Chan smiled softly, nodding. For a second, it crossed his mind how you were willing to respect his privacy...and yet here he was, trying to violate yours by attempting to steal something that was clearly precious to you.

Miyoung. Think of Miyoung, He reminded himself.

You suddenly stopped, turning to him with a grin.

"We're here. Thanks for walking me home!"

"No problem..."

"See you later~" You waved as you walked backwards, turning around to open the gate.

"Wait-"

"Hm?" You twisted your neck to look at him questioningly.

"Uh...I was wondering, would you want to come with me to the carnival tomorrow? It'll be fun-"

"Yes! Sure!" You said, a little too eagerly.

"Great. It's a date."

"D-date?"

"Yeah." He smirked. "See you then, babygirl."

With that, he walked away, the image of your flustered face in his mind.

Miyoung would be his in no time.

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For inspiration I offer you: "biting becomes a problem" That's all I got I'm sorry ;-;

I’M ALIVE

so i did write sth. finally

@twstsweethearts as I promised after midnight, he’s here😌😌

warnings: biting

,,Mr. Schoenheit, could you perhaps refrain from sniffing my neck and stand still? That would make my job way easier”

You let out an exasperated sigh, as Vil shifted again. Crossing arms on his chest, you felt his violet eyes carefully scanning your figure. Hoping he wouldn’t move anymore, you began sewing the amount of additional fabric on the cuff of his trousers.

,,My, my, I could not, my little rat”

His sultry tone send a shiver down your spine, as cold, slender fingers entangled themselves in the locks of your hair, abruptly tugging it, raising you in the progress. You let out a surprised yelp, as pain spread through your skin. You lost your balance, but firm hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his toned chest.

,,Let…me go, you, you filthy vampire”

Your determined, yet faltering words didn’t cease to made Vil chuckle, as amusement washed over him. 

Weren’t you a cute little rat trying to fight him off? 

Your hands tried to pry him off of you, as you pushed with all your strength attempting to create any distance between you two.

,,Oh, filthy? My, my, since when did you get so, hmm, defiant? Weren’t my bites an absolute pleasure?”

Vil buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. His cold fingers brushed over the traces of his previous bite, making a shiver run down your spine. Your hands clutched the cuffs of his jacket. He gently tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your neck, giving you a gentle, soft smile, yet you weren’t deceived.

You knew what was about to happen.

Vil leaned down and licked your neck, teasingly and almost in playful matter as if he was preparing you for his fangs. His sharp teeth grazed over your skin, occasionally applying pressure, yet not piercing your skin.

Not yet.

A wave of pleasure involuntarily washed over you, when his hand gently traced a circles over your thigh, as if he was trying to soothe your sore muscles. 

Perhaps, Vil taught you to associate his bites with pleasure.

Yet, when you felt his nails piercing your skin, as his teeth lingered dangerously close to the previous bite, your vision suddenly became sharper. You desperately struggled in his hold, putting all your force in a futile attempt to distance yourself, yet you were only graced with a click of tongue in response. You could see the displeased look wash over Vil’s deadly pale face, yet his eyes glinting with thirst and bloodlust.

,,Since biting has became a problem! You…y-you absolutely cannot drink any more blood from me!”

,,Oh? And now you’re ordering me? Tsk, what a naughty human you are!”

Vil mused, now purely amused with the amount of fighting you were putting in. He even ignored how your hand equipped with needle and safety pin, which was practically stabbing him, your movement careful not to stain his tailored clothes he had been trying on.

Vil’s shoulders practically touched yours, as his breath tickled your cheek. He leaned closer, his warm tongue licking the trail of violet marks he had left previously.

,,Vil! Look at me! I-I can’t continue…this!”

With the remaining strength you had in your body, you exclaimed, putting every emotion into your voice. At the mere sound of desperation and despair, Vil pulled away slightly, his nose still practically touching yours. His cold fingers grabbed firmly your chin, lifting it up, as his violet eyes carefully scanned over your figure.

Perhaps you were right.

His regular biting became a problem, indeed.

Dark circles adorned your dull and tired eyes, you lower back was killing you and your face was drained from any energy. With every ounce of blood you had lost, you felt as if your vitality was slowly drifting away. Constant headaches and tiredness were killing you, as you were simply too exhausted to continue with your work. At this point you were sure that Vil had given you an anaemia.

,,My, my, little rat~ It seems that I may have gotten a bit overboard”

Vil cooed in almost sympathetic yet mocking tone, as if you were a child. One of his hands left your chin and gently patted your head, as he gave you a gentle smile.

Your eyes widen in surprise, as your lips parted in pure shock. You were stunned. You’ve never expected that Mr. Schoenheit would agree with you on this matter, yet alone admit his mistake. Hope glinted in your eyes, as you expected him to end this bizarre relationship you had been having and stop taking any amount of blood from you.

Perhaps he wasn’t as callous as you had thought.

Oh, how wrong you were.

,,But don’t worry my lovely rat. I always take care good care of my favourite meals!”

His cheerful yet sultry tone made you struggle in his grip even harder than before. Vil let out an amused chuckle at your attempts, as dread washed over your face. His fingers roughly titled your head to one side, giving him a better access to your neck.

Perhaps you were just a meal then.

,,I hope you don’t mind me roughing you up one more time, darling”

Vil leaned down to plunge his sharp teeth into your skin, earning a small yelp, drawing blood, as you were too exhausted to fight him. Vil pulled away almost immediately, right after he had pierced your skin. His lips adorned in crimson liquid parted in displeasure. He frowned, as a wave of disgust washed over him.

,,What the bloody hell is this?”

His curt question made you turn your head to him.

,,I have anaemia”

You responded weakly, shrugging. Vil clicked his tongue in displeasure, as he leaned again to sniff your neck.

You smelled as divine as always, yet the quality of your blood decreased tremendously. His warm tongue run over your skin, licking any traces of the crimson adorning your neck.

,,Your blood isn’t pleasant to drink anymore…”

Vil started, his voice stopping mid-way, as his hand stroked his cheek. He was clearly engrossed in thoughts how to turn you into delicious meal once again, yet a bright smile that crept on your rosy lips, lightening up your face, made his turn attention solely to you again.

,,Don’t get too excited little rat. It may not be as divine as earlier, but it’s still drinkeable”

Your smile faltered rapidly at the mere sound of his words. A grin crept on Vil’s lips as he leaned in again, too close to your face to your liking. His lips ghosted over yours in teasing matter.

,,You can’t have this running in your body. I’m setting up a doctor’s appointment for you”

Vil pulled away abruptly, making you almost fall down from the lack of support his firm arms were giving you. He took the phone from his pocket, dialling a number, not even bothering to listen to your protests.

,,What the bloody hell is this?”

Your tired voice didn’t even have the power at the mere sight of a vampire standing before your door. You tried to slam them before his face, yet Vil was quicker than you and his foot blocked your attempt.

,,My, my. That’s not a proper way to greet your saviour. Weren’t I kind enough to take care of your unconscious form?”

Vil said in pretentious manner, dramatically flipping his hair, as his hand rested on his heart as if that organ could ever get hurt. You raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused, as your patience was rather thin today. You woke up with a headache and your body was drained out of every ounce of energy after his last feeding. Your hand rested on your hip, as you impatiently tapped your feet.

,,I was unconscious because of you. The least you could do was take care of me, you, you filthy blood suc-“

Your voice was cut in your throat, as you felt cold, slender fingers gripping it firmly, not choking you, yet serving as a warning. 

Vil clicked his tongue displeased, as he leaned closer. His blonde locks gently tickled your cheek, as his cold breathe sent a shiver down your spine. You felt a sudden wave of anxiety wash over your body, as your hands gripped his in futile manner to pry them off of you.

,,Now, now, I’m not here to get physical….unless you want me to, little rat”

Vil paused his sentence mid-way, leaning closer to your ear, softly whispering the rest, making your eyes widen in surprise and violently shake your head. A soft chuckle left his violet lips, as he playfully bit your earlobe, his sharp fangs lingering a little too long to your comfort.

,,Take those every day. I will know when you disobey me and trust me, little rat, you don’t want to find out the consequences”

You could swear Vil’s voice dropped an octave lower, as he slipped into your hand a pack of pills high in iron and another pack of vitamin D. You stared at them blankly, rather stunned from sudden proximity of Vil’s cold, dead body, as well as his quaint gift. You opened your lips to say anything, yet the persistent vampire pushed you inside your own house, swiftly locking the door.

The dread washed over your form after hearing a soft click of your lock, as you saw the key disappearing in the folds of his coat, knowing very well that your only way of escape has been cut out. You sighed in defence. Perhaps you were destined to die from blood lost.

Vil waltzed into your living room, as if it was his own, effortlessly dragging you with him. His nails dug into your skin, drawing blood. You hissed, desperately trying to wriggle your hand out of his iron, yet it was futile. You were pushed into a couch and your “fight or flight” instincts finally kicked in. You thrashed in his hold, trying to get up, thinking that Vil was going to drink more blood from you.

,,Relax, little rat. I’m not going to drink your disgusting blood, not until we purify it, of course”

His strong hands rested on your shoulders, pushing you down, so after a while you gave up and sat down without struggling. At the sound of his words, you trembled slightly.

Not until we purify it.

His sultry, yet determined tone echoed in your head. You nervously twiddled your thumb, your gaze fixated on the ground, avoiding the piercing, violet eyes which were concentrated solely on you. Vil towered over your form.  

,,I prepared a rather strict and detailed diet rich in iron and I will be personally checking whether you’re taking the medications. Oh, did I mention that you will be under doctor’s care?”

You blinked two times, trying to better comprehend what Vil had meant. His violet eyes were carefully scanning your form, as his heel tapped on the ground. You raised your head, finally looking at him. A wave of confusion and disgust was written all over your face.

,,Do you get this involved with all your meals?”

You bitterly asked, crossing your arms on your chest, eyeing his slender form. An amused chuckle slipped through Vil’s violet tinted lips, as his fingers surprisingly gently cupped your chin, bringing it closer to his face. His sharp teeth teasingly ghosted over your lips, making you attempt to lean backwards, yet his grip kept you in place. A soft smile adorned his face, as his eyes stared directly at you with a look you couldn’t really name.

,,Not at all. Consider yourself special, little rat! Not everyone has such divine blood. It’s only natural I do everything to preserve it”

[fanficshiddles]

Zigzag, Chapter 6

It took the police a few days to catch on, even with Nat’s help, that the copycat was indeed a copycat. He was still arrested for the one murder, but then everyone was on alert again because of Zigzag still being out there.

The city was divided on the matter. Many, like Grace, was kind of glad he was out there since he was killing bad people. But the other half still wanted him caught, since he was murdering people. Whether they were bad or not.

‘He’s like a real-life superhero! Killing the bad guys!’ One person being interviewed on the news said.

‘This man is capable of murder, no matter who it is he is killing. This is cold blooded murder! We have to catch him!’ Another person being interviewed said in retaliation.  

Tom and Grace were watching TV, snuggling together and eating their dinner.

‘She has a point, I guess. But still, as long as he doesn’t start killing innocent people that’s fine with me.’ Grace said as she stabbed into her beef.

‘It is still worrying.’ Tom hummed. Trying his best to keep the smug side down after someone brandishing him a superhero.

‘Are you worried?’ Grace asked, looking at Tom.

‘I’m not worried for me, no. But I do worry when you are out and about on your own.’ He said and reached over to stroke her cheek.

‘You’re worried about me going out on Saturday night, aren’t you?’ She asked knowingly.

Tom looked a little surprised, then he looked sheepish. ‘Well… A little bit, yeah.’ He admitted.

Grace put her plate down on the coffee table and moved up closer to him, wrapping her arms around his middle she snuggled into him. ‘I’ll be fine. I will stick with my girlfriends, don’t worry about me.’

Tom smiled and kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arm around her.

After dinner, Grace was going to wash up but Tom had other ideas. He chucked everything into the dishwasher, even after her complaining about using it.

‘Why else would we have gotten a dishwasher if it was not to be used?’ Tom asked as he swooped her up bridal style and carried her upstairs.

‘It’s fine for parties and stuff. But not every day.’ She groaned and put her arms around his neck.

‘Well, I have something much better for us to be doing.’ He took her into the bedroom and took his time with her. Undressing her, kissing every inch of skin available to him. He made her cum, not once but twice on the end of his tongue. Then he made love to her, slowly, dragging out her pleasure until eventually they both came together.

Afterwards they lay together, just getting their breath back. Grace was lying on his chest and he was lazily stroking her back. Lucky jumped up on the bed and lay down at the bottom of it.

‘You don’t have plans for tomorrow, do you?’ Tom asked softly.

‘Nope, why?’ Grace turned her head to look at him.

He smiled. ‘I want to take you out for dinner.’

‘Ooooh, where?’ She asked excitedly.

He chuckled and tapped her nose. ‘Then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Wait and see.’ He winked at her.

‘Awww, but how will I know what to wear?’ She pouted.

‘I’ll pick something out for you.’ Tom suggested.

‘Ugh.’ She grumbled.

‘Don’t pout.’ Tom growled and slid his hand from her back round to her side, tickling her. She started laughing as she tried to roll away, but he moved with her and kept tickling her, using both hands to get her.

‘Ok! Ok! I won’t ask anymore!’ She said in surrender between laughing.

Tom stilled his fingers on her sides and kissed the tip of her nose, chuckling. ‘Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.’ He promised.

-

When the taxi pulled up outside Grace’s favourite Indian restaurant, she nearly had an orgasm on the spot.

‘Oh my god! Yasss!’ She practically leapt out of the taxi before Tom even had the door fully open for her.

He chuckled and paid the driver, then slipped his arm around her waist and led her over to the restaurant. ‘I haven’t taken you here in a while, so I thought we best pay a visit since you’ve been working so hard.’ He said softly and kissed her cheek.

‘Thank you, Tom.’ She smiled up at him, beaming from cheek to cheek.

They went inside and got seated, Tom was the perfect gentleman helping her with her coat and tucking her chair in when she sat down.

It was a buffet style restaurant, so they got to eat straight away.

Halfway through, Tom slipped her a little box across the table.

‘This is for you, darling.’ He smiled.

‘Aww, Tom! You shouldn’t have!’ She smiled and opened the box to find the most beautiful set of ruby earrings. ‘Oh wow, they’re beautiful! Thank you so much.’ She reached over and gave his hand a squeeze before taking her old earrings out and putting the new ones straight in.

‘How do they look?’ She asked him, tilting her head from side to side.

‘Almost as beautiful as the wearer.’ Tom said huskily, making her blush.

They went back to eating. Grace’s eyes widened she saw Tom return with a really spicy curry. ‘Uh, sweetheart. You know that curry is really really spicy?’

‘I do. But I want to try it.’ He smiled.

‘Ok… But we both know you don’t take well to spicy foods.’ She warned.

Grace loved hot and spicy food, which is why Indian was one of her favourites. Tom on the other hand, enjoyed some spice but nothing too hot. Which is why they didn’t go to this restaurant often, usually choosing somewhere with a mixture of choice. So she was really surprised he was going to try the hot curry.

The first bite seemed fine, then he took a few more. Grace just watched him carefully. First, his eyes started to water, then a bead of sweat formed on his forehead. He clenched his hand together in a fist and breathed out hard.

‘Oh boy… That is delicious, but does have…’ His voice went up really high. ‘Quite a kick!’

He grabbed for the water and downed as much as he could. Grace had to cover her mouth as she tried so hard not to laugh. But she could see the heat rising from his neck upwards over his face.

‘I did warn you.’ She giggled.

It took Tom a little while to get over the hot curry. And many glasses of water too…

But unfortunately for Tom, it didn’t end there.

The two had just returned home and were getting handsy by the front door. Tom was kissing her roughly and backing her up to the wall, but he suddenly stopped dead and straightened up stiffly.

‘Tom?’ She looked up at him, confused.

He put his hand to his stomach. Then she heard it. It made a loud grumbling noise that didn’t sound good at all.

‘Uh oh.’ Tom said, his face turning red as he then made a dash for it to the bathroom.

Grace burst out laughing and went to go find Lucky for some cuddles while poor Tom was stuck on the toilet for a while.

When he emerged a little while later, Grace was in bed flicking through the TV channels.

‘I would not go in there for a while.’ He said sheepishly, making Grace laugh again.

‘Aww, baby. I really appreciate you taking me there tonight, even if your guts are suffering from it.’ She opened her arms to him and he crawled onto bed, into her arms. He slipped his around her and they both got comfortable as he lay his head on her boobs.

‘I did tell you not to have that curry though.’ She giggled.

Tom poked her playfully in the side, making her squeak.

[yanara126-writing]

The Adventures of Hildraed Dawnsbane -  Fucking Morals and Damnit Fine (5/?)

Farmer, Pirate, Menace, Captain, Dawnsbane. Hildraed has many titles, she really could have lived well without Watcher.

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Hildraed meets a certain chanter and is faced with the uncomfortable revelation that she might be making friends.

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Read here or on Ao3. (3224 words)

Have fun! Comments always welcome! :)

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The keep was… something. Something for sure. Even from a distance they could see the broken, rotting walls. How fitting. Certainly reflective of her mental state.

Mud stuck on her boots as she dragged them over the moist ground, not bothering to lift her feet. She could practically feel the elf boy’s disapproving glare. Well too bad for him, if she had suffer she’d at least look like it too, so nobody got any dumb expectations. Thankfully that message seemed to come across to her companions, because no one bothered her until they finally reached the outer walls.

Well, technically none of them bothered her then either, instead it was someone else, an island aumaua happily humming at a crumbling wall. Alright then. Sure there weren’t all that many fortresses in the Deadfire, but still this decaying pile of stones could hardly be that interesting.

“Fascinating brick wall, I’m sure.” Some distant part of her brain told her it probably wasn’t her greatest idea ever to immediately antagonize every random stranger just minding their own business, but she really, really didn’t give a shit right now. She winced at another painful pulse shooting through her head.

Fortunately the stranger didn’t seem to mind either way.

“Oh, it is! Or the wall itself maybe not, it is a very traditional build. But here look! An inscription! The builders most likely, signing their work. Isn’t it fascinating?” The aumaua was smiling at her now, his terrible sincerity completely frying Hildraed’s brain. That and the Rauataian accent. That was a bit unexpected.

Once again the stranger didn’t seem to mind her undoubtedly rude, mindless stare, for he didn’t even wait for an answer before continuing his excited babble.

“But the truly interesting part is in there." He points a piece of charcoal in his hand at the gates. "...and I haven't had much luck in reaching the keep itself. I hoped to find the master of this place - a man by the name of Maerwald - but it seems that he either holds his privacy most dear or else has been devoured by his houseguests.” Somehow, not even his with sharp teeth infested grin he seemed threatening. How could a humanoid shark look so cuddly? Oh wait, he probably expected an answer.

„Mjam. Old man, delicious.“ Oh well, not the worst thing she’d ever said. That opinion quickly changed when the stranger’s loud, bellowing laugh nearly made her go cross-eyed from the headache.

“For some fellows I’m sure! But personally I’d prefer a talk over making a meal of him. You see, I’ve travelled far and wide over Eora in search of the Tanvii ora Toha. You know it?” Unfortunately. Though she hadn’t encountered a ton of Rauataians (or at least not many willing to have a talk), there had been a few. And they tended to talk when drunk. Often unbidden and at length.

Okay that was a lie, Hildraed had always sucked up knowledge like a sponge, so of course she had interrogated everyone in reach for anything interesting or useable. Not that this guy needed to know that. Why had they been talking about that again? Oh yes. Wait what?

“Sure, sure. But why should it be here?” Still undeterred his grin grew even wider.

“Now that is the question isn’t it? I have no idea! But still the traces are leading me here. Unfortunately I haven’t had much luck breaching the defences, however unintentional they are.” For the first time during their conversation something other than rampant enthusiasm appeared on his face. If she hadn’t known better Hildraed might have called it sly. Oh who was she kidding, she didn’t know any better. “There must be some reason you’re here, is there not? I’m certain together we’ll have better chances to reach the fort than alone!” His eyes wandered over to the side. Oh yes, she wasn’t travelling alone. If she was forgetting this already the headache was slowly becoming more dangerous than annoying. Still very annoying though. “That is, if your companions don’t mind me joining.”

The elf boy did look miffed, but when did he not? And he didn’t seem inclined to deny the protection another party member would bring, so Hildraed counted him on board. She doubted the farmer would be an issue, but then again what did she know about these people. She turned around to him. And promptly did a double take at his dopey grin.

“’Long as you don’t try to hang me off a tree, I’m square.” Hildraed blinked. Perhaps it wasn’t actually her, perhaps people just talked to this man like that. And from the way he STILL grinned that was probably not farfetched.

“That I believe is a promise I can make. I don’t even think any of the trees left here would be able to hold you.” Yep, that settled it. Everyone else here was just as insane as her. How comforting. “Now to official introductions, my name is Kana. Kana Rua. At your service.” What followed was hat flourish that made Hildraed actually home sick. How come everyone had an awesome hat except her?

Introductions were quickly done away with (or so Hildraed thought, at this point she couldn’t be sure of anything), and they set off for the keep. The sooner they were inside the better.

Unfortunately the mentioned house guests apparently disagreed with that sentiment. As soon as they set foot into the courtyard they were set upon by multiple shades, followed by some phantoms, all of them very angry.

And at this point Hildraed was too. Her head was hurting like a bitch, nothing made sense in this damn place, and even the fucking wildlife wanted to skin her. She was tired. Oh so tired. But she was also absolutely livid.

The shades swarmed them, phantoms following up close and the banter died down. Swords slashed against strange, mist like flesh in an uncomfortably screeching noise, spells were muttered and let loose in stabbingly bright flashes of colours.

And Hildraed screamed. As soon as the creatures were within range she let loose howl so disharmonic it could barely be counted as a chant. The spirits, hanging dark and heavy in the air, almost seemed to screech along with her as they were pushed back, but they had no chance to compete with Hildraed’s pure rage. There was no one around anymore, just her and (soon to be) dead bastards.

Feet on moist earth, cool air of the evening brushing almost gently across her cheek, thuds in her ears, red in her eyes, heavy breath from her throat. Gravity pulling at her she fell into every swing, using momentum to rip her broadsword back up. A deadly dance accompanied by her furious chants. One she had danced and sung many, many times. One she had not actually wanted to dance and sing again.

And that cost her. She was tired, angry, frustrated. And also no longer used to solid ground as her dance floor. She stepped forward, swinging her sword upwards in anticipation of a wave that didn’t come. The sword went wide. The weight pulled her along, eyes wide as her balance tipped. Her breathed hitched, a second to long for the chorus, and her next verse slipped out of her grasp. The familiar sensation of an ended chant was just as horrifying as her fall. A lost chant was a lost life in battle, be it hers or her crew, most likely both.

Her back hit the ground with a heavy thump, her sword clanking right next to her, ripped aside with a well-trained reflex to not impale her. Not that it would do her much good anymore.

One more clank, this time from above her. A back to her, broad, and blond hair on the head above it. What?

Suddenly her head burned hot for a second, and the world was back in sharp focus. The farmer in front of her fending off the phantom she’d attempted to decapitate, from behind her a chant. Her chant. Well not anymore, now with a halfway clear head again she could feel that chant had not dissolved when she’d lost hold of it, instead someone else had picked it up and continued it. Somebody who sounded like they had shark teeth.

The light of a Minoletta spell stabbed her eyes for once she was glad for the headache it caused (strangely reduced now from before), as it finally triggered her fighting instincts again. She rolled over, carefully avoiding the sword (and getting grass stains all over herself for it) and dragged herself back up.

She allowed herself one glance backwards, which told her that indeed the newcomer was a chanter, and not a bad one at that, and also that she should most certainly remain on the front line with the farmer. The elf boy looked both determinedly terrified and very squishy, and though the sharkman could probably take a hit, there was no need to risk the chant breaking again.

Ripping her eyes away from the first chanter she’d seen in a long, long time, she heaved her sword back up and fell into a defensive position between their main fighter and the squishy wizard. Not a position she was used to, but she would manage.

The fight didn’t continue for much longer, as her companions had made short work of the spirits while she’d been in a bloodthirsty (smokethirsty? Aetherthirsty? Maybe ask the wizard later) rage. Few hits managed to get through to her, and though she would have been hard pressed to admit it, it was probably for the best. The voice from behind her was deeply distracting. He wasn’t singing her phrases anymore. Neither did he sound much like her. But she- she liked it. It was nice. Unfamiliar.

The last shadow disintegrated and a loud collective sigh moved through the group. The wizard was obviously very desperately trying not to hug his grimoire for comfort, the fighter was drenched in sweat like he’d been dropped into the sea, and the- the chanter’s hat was close to falling off, much like his by now wavering grin.

And they’d made it barely through the courtyard.

Fuck.

Hildraed was very tempted to just let herself fall into the giant, overgrown flowerbed next to them and wait for the ground to just swallow her. But then again, she’d lead a crew for too long to give in to that impulse. The close house it was then. The keep itself would definitely be infested, but perhaps, hopefully, the house had been spared this fate. They’d see. At the very least it couldn’t be too many in the enclosed space, and Hildraed really, really didn’t want to camp again. Or at least she didn’t want to camp outside in the cold anymore.

“Ladies, we’re trying our luck in the house.” Despite her desperate need to fall over again, she waited for the others to shuffle past her, in the elf’s case with a badly suppressed glower at her word choice. Which was indeed very funny and Hildraed could feel her lips twitch upwards. And though in other situations she would have relished in the mirth, perhaps right now wasn’t time for this. Sadly.

Thankfully, no one had any other objections (in fact she was almost sure the singing shark had found it funny.) and they made their way over to the house with only their general grumpiness as an obstacle.

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The inside of the house was hardly comfortable, but Hildraed had slept in worse places. She certainly didn’t want to stay in this shithole, but it was acceptable for a night, if it would keep her out of the wind.

That was what she kept telling herself, continuously plucking out gravel from her ass and back, as she had made the grave mistake of attempting to lie down. Or more accurately, she had flopped down and immediately cursed herself. Loudly.

That in turn had made the elf into a blushing, stammering mess, and he’d fled into a corner digging his nose into a book. Which he had from… somewhere. Hildraed wasn’t quite sure where, but she wasn’t about to ask. Mostly because she was curious how long it would take him to admit that he was sitting on a sharp stone.

“Ow.” She grimaced and winced as she pulled out (probably) the last pebble. She hoped these weren’t like sand. Sand you’d find in the weirdest places days later. Much like companions apparently.

One of which had left to check out the stairs up and had yet to return. Strange noises were coming from the direction of hallway, but as none of them were growls or shouts, Hildraed was willing to ignore them. She didn’t know what the lonely farmer was doing in the back that would cause minor rockslides, and frankly she had no intention to find out.

A fire was lit in the middle of the room, next to the broken fountain. The structure might have been beautiful once, but now it was barely more than a heap of rubble. A shame really. Not that Hildraed cared. It wasn’t like the thing reminded her of the old church, the only impressive construction in her old village. It wasn’t like they’d had anything like it there, a small pool in which she’d played with the other children during her childhood. Nope, not at all.

With that thought she slumped down on the ground (carefully making sure to not repeat her mistake), her back to the structure, and poked the fire a bit. It crackled in front of her, warm and bright, while at the same time dousing the room in an ominous shadow, flames dancing on the walls in a constantly changing rhythm.

“Are you alright?” The voice sounded genuinely concerned, which surprised Hildraed more than the sudden words. She looked up through the flames, and her stupidly poetic with exhaustion brain tried to jumpstart another ramble at the sight of the aumaua’s changed skin colour. She was tempted to try and find a stick to beat her head with, but somehow, she didn’t think that would be very helpful. She sighed.

“Are any of us?” Another dumb thought she hadn’t wanted to voice. The crew didn’t need to know her own insecurities. Thankfully, the awkward silence was broken by another one of their companions.

“The stairs up are completely collapsed. Before anything from up there could attack us, it’d break its neck coming down.” Edér stepped out from the side room, rubbing his neck, rubble stuck all over his clothes and his hair. At least he hadn’t broken his neck. With whatever he was doing. Since his clothes only seemed dirty and not actually all that dishevelled though, she felt almost bad for her inner monologue’s implications. Only almost though, because obviously he’d still been dumb enough to crawl around there.

He flopped down next to them, giving Aloth and his book a cursory glance. Only to immediately grimace in regret again. Hildraed snorted.

An awkward silence followed. Hildraed stared into the flames. But really what should she say to these people? She didn’t know them, not really. She was just sitting in these fucking pebbles with them. Right? And why would she want to know them, knowing them brought responsibilities, knowing them would mean having to take care of them. She was done with that life, she didn’t have a crew anymore and didn’t want one. The fact that she had referred to them as such meant nothing. Old habits, nothing more.

“Would you sing with me?” What?

“What?” Hildraed blinked at- at- Kana. His name was Kana.

“Would you sing with me?” Nope, not any clearer, not even with his grin restored. “Your form in the fight was fascinating, and I would be honoured if you were to give me the opportunity of a chant with you.” He was looking at her over the fire with this shining, honest smile, and for a second Hildraed could feel her heart break. Gods be damned he was cute. He was a full grown man with the enthusiasm of a child. No she couldn’t keep looking at this, his excitement might actually melt her.

Unfortunately, for some reason, turning away didn’t help. On her other side sat- Edér. And though he wasn’t quite as high level excitement, he looked terribly derpy with his dusty face and clothes, and also intrigued at the concept of show. Which she was not giving. She wasn’t a fucking circus horse.

And the- Aloth, sitting across the room, doing a horrible job of subtly eyeing them with interest over his book would change nothing about it. Not even his embarrassing blush at having been spotted.

Oh who was she still trying to lie to. She had tried to keep her distance and had failed, now she might as well enjoy what she got out of it.

The self-revelation came and took the last bit of her adrenaline though. If she was going to give them a show, it would at least be an impressive one. She sighed, and for some reason it felt strangely liberating.

“Fine, boy, but not right now. First a nap. I couldn’t hit a note right now if I tried.” Now that was probably a lie, but she still wouldn’t be good. She almost didn’t dare look up, in fear that he had also mastered the sad puppy look, which might just be fatal for her conviction. Regrettably, her eyes drifted over on their own, and though he looked a little disappointed, Kana either couldn’t or didn’t want to utilize the sad puppy dog look. For Hildraed there were reasons to hope for both.

And while she was already looking at him, she couldn’t help but eye him.

“You know, you could bolster your chances for tomorrow by being my pillow for tonight.” He stared at her with surprise, and Hildraed wanted to bite herself. She was mushy enough, no need to make it worse! (And what if she’d made him uncomfortable now?)

The moment passed though, and his grin returned full force. Instead of giving a verbal answer he just opened his arms expectantly. Before he (or she) could come to their senses and realize just how stupidly mushy they were being, she turned to the side, putting her head on his thigh. (Which was exactly as comfortable as it looked.)

This however put her into the uncomfortable position of having to see Edér’s slightly jealous glances, and Aloth’s now more frequent shifting. She rolled her eyes.

“Fine, come here, bear, we don’t want anyone getting pneumonia here. And kid, please just come to the fire at least, there’s no need to skulk. And also pull that stone out of your bum, you’re proving nothing.”

Before she could see their reaction she turned into the other direction, entirely ignoring the shuffling behind and beside her. She didn’t care what they doing. Okay she did, but at least for now that was only her business.

Which is why she definitely didn’t ask: “How about a demonstration if you’re still so fit?”

Which is why she definitely didn’t feel vindicated at the excited answer.

Which is why she certainly didn’t fall asleep to the velvety tunes of a Rauataian hymn.

[writing-frenzy]

Care to Make a Wager? (SVSSS Fic)

Summery: No System AU: In which Airplane finds he has a new lease in life, but of course it would have a cost. Of course, being the creator of this world gives him quiet the price cut. Not to mention the untended bonus content.

Still, he did not expect the direction his life would go.

(Warning: mentions of death, violence, and most stuff you could find in SVSSS Canon. You should be good, but here is a just in case.)

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When one Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky was reborn, he really wanted to curse his lot in life. Sure, he had been born into a rather well off Merchant Family, but when the Lord of the Family has two Official Wives and a crap ton of Mistresses on the side, things were bound to get crazy.

Luckily one Shang Huan had one hell of a Mother; in another life, Airplane might have described her as a ‘killer queen or a ‘boss ass bitch’, but as his mother, he just thought of her as the most amazing woman on the planet. As it was, She alongside a whole bunch of tutors taught him everything he needed to know about the world and then some. 

(Sewing was a bitch to get right.)

But with those lessons, it didn’t take long for Shang Huan to realize he was in his own fucking novel; it had not been a happy realization, making him break out into a truly childish tantrum, filled with screaming and tears that only calmed after he was given some delicious melon seeds.

(Luckily it had been attributed to wanting a snack after a morning full of lessons, otherwise he probably would have gotten the switch for it...)

But with all this knowledge of his place in life now with him, Shang Huan needed to start planning; good thing that was one of his specialties.

Noting down every bit of information he could, Shang Huan mapped out as much items and cheats he could afford to take from the Protagonist, as well as places he could and couldn’t go, hazel eyes narrowed as he messily scratched out his plots with his trusty quill and journal. The many lessons he Mother made him go through only helped to sharpen him, as well as learn the world’s common sense.

He was having a good go at it, building himself up as much as he could before something completely from left stage truly changed his course.

“There is a legend of Dreaming Glory, said to be a treasure to ensure great health and excellent rest. Though be cautious, for it is guarded carefully by the spirit of a Felled Divine Beast, angry and resentful of the betrayal it had faced.” was a tale a wandering storyteller spun, a group of children ooooing and awwwwing at the right places, even as Airplane felt his jaw drop at the information, focusing more on those words then the candy his mother allowed him to buy at one of the festival stalls.

See, while the Legend of the Dreaming Glory was definitely right at home with this world, it actually hadn’t been anywhere in Proud Immortal Demon Way; it had been in one of his earlier short stories, where Airplane had been practicing with the Xianxia/Xuanhuan genres (and didn’t need to rely on it, dreaming more of the theater then writing). (Until a mugging gone wrong and dreams cut short-) 

This... opened a few more roads then expected, especially if all his fantasy stories came into play, as there had been a lot of experimentation with plots and ideas until he hit his cash cow with PIDW. After all, taking something from the protagonist was always going to be a risk of somehow getting his attention, no matter how much the man wouldn’t actually need it.

(After all, showing off had always been a part of Luo Binghe’s character; showing that he was no longer the penniless street kid, no longer the weak disciple, no longer the one who was always pushed around, but now the one who can take.)  

It also meant more research; thankfully, his Mother was one to always encourage more in the way of learning, thankfully humoring all the ‘trips’ he wished to take.... In hindsight, he probably should have questioned why she was always willing to take him and go, but at the time was just thankful that he could indeed confirm places he would need to visit later and squirrel away items that were within his reach. (An actual legit Cultivation Manuel, even if it was only directed for growing crops and alchemy, was still his most proudest find, only needing a riddle to get and easily hidden in his pouch with his other learning books. Being an Author only got him so far, as every little detail was needed to ensure one stayed on a steady path, though did provide it’s own little boosts here and there.)

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One day, when Shang Huan had been 13, sneakily already past the first part of Cultivation Qi Refining and entering into the first stage of Foundation Building, found his Mother to be ill, no Doctors seeming to be able to cure her (or willing too as he saw a servant of the Second Wife slip a few gold; he got his revenge in the end), Shang Huan took a deep breath and buckled down, doing all that his Mother said to do with the time she had left, learning as much as he could before it would no longer be open to him. 

(Like he could stay here in this den of vipers, without his Mother’s protection and love; there was nothing else for him here after all.)

In that time as his Mother stubbornly clung on, he listened as she mourned his chance to enter into the prestigious Cultivation Sect of Cang Qiong like the First Wife’s Third Son, Shang Shaoqing. She apologized greatly that she could not fight for him to get that chance, like so many of the other Mistresses did for their own children.

‘Huh,’ Airplane couldn’t help but think, ‘looks like I just dodged a arrow.’ though it was good to finally know just what the timeline was for the story; Shang Shaoqing was to be a certain traitorous Peak Lord after all.

As it was, his Mother showed her determination and spirit greatly, lasting till he was 16 before she finally past away, a smile on her face as she did, her son long gone with his inheritance and her blessing of broken ties, carrying her name meaning of Shang instead of his Father’s.

(If the night before, Shang Huan had decided to tell her of his other life, told her how this was a story he had happened to read, showing her a few of the treasure he had gathered, how he cried when Shang Wenyan had only smiled with a few too many teeth, her voice fierce as she praised her son with all her heart, hugging him close with what remained of her strength as she told him her last words.

“Live life however you want my child, live and dream and hope, do not be afraid to destroy any your way, and know I will love you always my greatest pride and joy.”

Well... no one needed to know about that.)

But with this new freedom came it’s cons as much as it’s pros. As he was stuck at a bottleneck in Foundation Building at Middle Stage, there was still a number of things outside his reach until at least Core Formation First Stage...

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It was during his wandering, selling talismans he could make at his level, along with tales he made up that he finally got his big break.

He first heard tales of a powerful Resentful Spirit that was residing in a broken land near the Borders, no one from Demons to Humans wanting the land as it was deemed useless for all the resentful energy there, and no one bothering to pay a sect for what they considered a waste of money and time.

Shang Huan saw this, and wonder if it was what he recognized... Taking in more details and scoping out for any information, Airplane couldn’t help but wonder how lucky it was; this was indeed a spirit from one of his very first stories in fact. He knew exactly what to do.

Instead of fighting the Resentful Spirit, Shang Huan brought it pure cave water and incense, smelling of ash and jasmine. 

This certainly got the Spirit’s attention.

“What do you want Rogue?”

“I want for many things to be honest.” the brunet Cultivator smiled, not showing any teeth so as to make it look falsely gentle, “But for now, I admit I do desire your land.”

That got a huff for his efforts, the spirit a mass of negativity and ire, but actually still listening.

“You have provided the right offering, so I will give you a chance; bring me wine of the Soothing Jade Flower, the Broken Sword of Chun, and a branch of Deathly Yew... You get me these three things, and the land will be yours.” And with that shopping list given, the spirit was gone, even as the energy seemed thicker then before, the incense and water gone.  

And with an absolutely evil grin, Airplane was off; he had already remembered the Wine and branch, had even gotten them first as he had plans for them, but he had not remembered the broken blade.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too hard to find; he had written that the blade had been struck with a heavy stone in a battle between Demons and Cultivators on the borders of the land, where it would lay forever. And lo and behold, there was only one ancient battlefield it could be abandoned in, as this was PIDW.

There weren’t many left over from the borders after all, most of them being purified already. And as he thought, the Bloody Sword Grave was still around, a testament to just how much the resentful energy had soaked into the ground, demons and cultivators alike avoiding the place like the plague, even as bloody rusted swords stayed stabbed into the ground, their thirst and hatred still felt even to this day.

Couldn’t be compared to Xin Mo of course, but for being swords on the surface they sure were impressive. Ignoring all these deadly, intact blades stabbed into the ground, Shang Huan covered his face with a scarf drenched in purified Qi infused water, even as the talisman he sewed on for defense and purity glowed the more he traveled through.

He finally stopped at a blood splattered rock, digging carefully around it as he did, before he managed to pull out four broken pieces of what had once been a beautiful blade, but was now nothing but shambles and rags.

Having what he needed, Airplane made his way back to the spirit and their lands.

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(This deadly spirit of a truly terrible Cultivator, who had been feared and revered for being a monster on the battlefield... cried as they saw the items laid out before them.

“Ah, no my Han-Er, my beloved figher... why you stupid, loveable fool...” The Spirit sobbed, easily using his energy to clean and reformed the blade, manipulating the energies of the other two items to aid it, ensuring the sword would still be pure, hugging it close even as it seemed to damage them.

“... He tried, to come back to you; his fellow soldiers betrayed him... He loved you so much... still does.” Shang spoke, watching as the spirit that laid resting in the blade finally came out with this truth, purifying the other as they did, along with most of the land around them.

The brunet had to look away from their reunion, their emotions a bit too much for him... This had been one of his first tragedies he had written, a solider and their beloved separated because of jealousy and hate, doomed to wait for each other forever, the solution to be so easy to have, if someone had given them a bit of kindness, to discover the truth of their separation, though never given the chance in the end... He never mention just what the Beloved’s gender was, made it ambiguous, but had in his mind of minds always thought of them as a man...

Maybe he shouldn’t have put too much of himself into his work, but a habit is so hard to break.

“... We truly thank you; as promised, the land is now yours to do with as you see fit; all you need to do is put your name on the deed and your blood into the ward stone. All the treasures inside are now rightfully in your ownership, so mote it be.” was announced, making Shang Huan turn to see two beautiful and handsome men smiling at him, before they bowed seeing they had his attention.

Airplane could only bow back, biting on the words of how he owed to them to do this at least.

And with that, they were gone, to enter finally into the cycle of reincarnation, together at last...)

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Having his own place was wonderful; a lot of work, but wonderful all the same.

The wards around his land ensured no one with malice could actually enter it, along with protections against thieves and robbers like most noble Sects had. Shang Huan even went as far as to make sure he owned the plot of land in the official records, having everything stamped and recognized, even as he made sure no one actually looked too closely at what land it actually was.

He even made sure to pay his yearly taxes to the Emperor on time, making sure everything was nicely recorded and logged. (And seeing as he didn’t live in any town or such, he didn’t have to bother paying anything to any Lords for protection! How nice was that?)

But having a base of operations, one with land rich in Qi and perfect for Cultivating on, it not only gave Airplane security, but many other advantages as well.

He now had a place to securely put all the treasures he had gathered, which was a lot considering it was a variety of weapons, valuables, and even priceless seeds to plant. He could be completely self-sufficient as he cultivated, the spirits on the land easily convinced to do chores in exchange for sweets and treats (And being able to live in such a energy rich place). Not to mention how his Cultivation not only went up, but combined with other manuals that were treasures of the home, Shang was set on his way to being a powerful Cultivator in his own right.

And if he was feeling a bit cooped up, he could always go on journeys around his world, exploring and treasure hunting for odds and ends as he saw fit.

Soon enough, Shang Huan had managed to reach 34 years old, entering the Peak of Nascent Soul stage in his cultivation when, in a bit of boredom and interest, he bought out a debt ridden gambling house on the border of his territory, that rested in a ghost-like town on the border of the Human World and the Demon Realm.

It was, quiet frankly, just something to do to pass the time. It wasn’t too hard to fix the place up, and warding it had been a fun challenge of his skills, but he honestly hadn’t expected anything much of it, just putting a few of his lessor needed or easily replenished treasure up to be won. And making it to where anything bet could only be what one had to bet, alongside making sure others would have to honor it had been a fun spell to create, as he really didn’t want to be bothered by liars and braggarts and then having to chase them down. He even just made up some Golems and bargained with a few willing natural spirits to help run the place.

This was just suppose to be a fun little venture; he never expected it to blow up like it did.

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It started slow; a trickle, with a whisper, a simple rumor.

There is a place where priceless treasure could be won; if you’re willing to bet for it that is. But be careful to not bite off more then you can chew, for it might be more then a bit of blood and coins you lose.

Some poor sods have even lost their very souls to the place, even now working where screams and laughter flow so freely to the terrible click the dice, the gentle flap of the cards.

It is a place no Mortal is safe, where no Demon has promise, where a Cultivator is honor bound to accept what is due; after all, no one has to enter the place, no one needs to keep coming back, no one has to bet their all, not all all. 

But oh, how they come; even those who dare not darken the doorway of that gambling hall come, filling what was once an empty town into one practically bustling with life. Funny, how it came about because of such a deadly place.

And oh, do not even bother messing with the Gilded Plane Gambling Hall’s Owner, a man who at first seems so weak and stumbling, so gentle and busy with their hard work, who at first couldn’t hurt a fly even as he smiles so prettily.

He’ll smile that same smile even as you sell your very soul at his tables, those gorgeous hazel eyes amused even as the crowds pant at his feet, screams all around from both terror and ecstasy.

(Shang Huan can’t help but sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he is once more offered someone’s entire being; if he’s said it once, he’s said it again, betting is at the tables, not at his feet.

Just another day it seems; hopefully there will be no explosions in the kitchen again.)  

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0.0 huh, I did not expect this when I started writing; I just wanted to have Airplane have some fun in the world he created, maybe opening up a few businesses to make money on the side. I did not mean to make him into an oblivious Hua Cheng of the PIDW verse (Yes, in this verse, he will be as terrifying and pretty, I will not take criticism for it.)

Also, I was greatly inspired by Nighthaunting, though instead of ballet I have SQH as a theatre kid whose dreams got cut short due to bad luck and assholes. I love how they have built their world, and how they say that writing was probably a side thing for Airplane, which just makes so much sense. Also, I am all for Airplane being scary and fully taking advantage of his author knowledge, so haha! Hope you all enjoyed this story~