#yayayay another story complete!

[mihai-florescu]

Taking this as opportunity to ask what in the world mhyk is about all I know is there is a guy and he is ourple and you like him please enlighten me (when you have the energy to) so I will in the future know what you are talking about in more comprehensive ways

Yayayay ok so mahoyaku is actually an isekai game where mc, named akira (you can choose whether you want them to be a guy or a girl), gets summoned as a sage to another world. The sage is in charge of and helps 20 wizards tasked to protect the world by fighting the moon, which attacks every year. The world is made up of 5 countries, each with distinct characteristics, and the wizards hailing from those countries resemble their country personality wise. The recent moon attack is worse than usual, killing half of the prior wizards, injuring the rest and setting the world out of order (which the chosen wizards then travel to help fix and build positive reputations in the people's eyes).

Mahoyaku to me so far is an amalgamation of fairytales and stories, which you can tell from the characters' names themselves in the first place. Further smarter posts and analysis will come after i read every main story and anniversary story, for now i just have certain feelings and impressions... Murr definitely knew more about the nature of their world im so sure of it. And i suspect the moon is very much sentient... but thats just a theory. A game theory.

Anyway. Murr! I think you'd adore him too... he got his soul shattered by the moon^_^ he's also in love with the moon, the one that attacks the world every year. He is, was, is a genius, always seeking fascinating things. A lot of various plot points and events go back to his meddling, i think you'd like him in the same way you like eichi for his indispensable role to the story's existence. At least that's part of why i like him. The other part is that he's an annoying kitty cat. Annoying to others, not to me. He could never be annoying to me...

Let's seee i think you'd find murr and shylock's relationship just as fascinating as i do. The love & hate, the power dynamics, shylock's devotion to building murr back up to his former self by piecing together his soul again, complete with reraising him back into a person, his own desires and ways becoming part of this new murr... nature vs nurture babyy. At once missing the old murr, loathing him, wanting him back, living with the new one who professes his love for shylock when asked, "what i hate the most about him is that he knows i love him"... it's a lot and i think you'd have a field day with these 2:)

As for other characters... i think you'd like revgumi too. Faust, figaro, lennox. I do suspect you'd like figaro the most... maybe. Im a faust girlie, but this won't mean anything to you. The tldr of the revolution is that faust and alec were childhood friends, believed in wizards and humans working together, and fought to establish the central country. Figaro became faust's magic mentor, and lennox became faust's personal attendant in that period. But alec starts doubting wizards eventually, and sentences his old friend to be burned at the stake. Faust never believed he'd go through with it so he didnt try to escape, not even when lennox wanted to help him... and all of this is kept hidden from the history books... figaro, who had envisioned a bright future with faust as his apprentice leaves seeing that faust will always choose alec first even when alec is literally killing him, faust disappears, becoming a hermit curseworker, and lennox seeks to find faust again for centuries, eventually becoming a sheppard in the south. His magical item is still that key to faust's prison cell... and through fate they all meet again as sage's wizards. Well, lennox and faust actually had quite a peaceful life in the south for a while before they get summoned, it makes me think of how bittersweet it mustve been at first that both people who wouldve liked for faust to be there with them were reunited, without faust...

Okayy i think i yapped enough. Im having a lot of fun exploring this world and its characters, there are plenty of interesting locations and npcs to make it rich and vibrant. Id say overall if there was one thing that stands out to me in all these stories is that love and grief are 2 sides of the same coin. And something something the fear of being loved, the uncertainty and mortifying ordeal of baring your soul and tying yourself to another, in this world where you're immortal and have seen countless people come and go. Here, a wizard's promise is a very big commitment, failing to fulfill it leads to losing one's magic. There's such a scenario waiting to happen to mithra, who promised tiletta to protect her kids, all while the youngest is fated to kill every southern wizard, which would include his brother. It's a losing game for mithra whether the prophecy comes true or he is killed before... Fate is also quite a big theme. I hope i managed to make you curious but also explain enough :)

[alby-rei]

A Spoonful of Sugar (Sick!Theo x MC)

a/n: in which MC takes care of her beloved workaholic, Theodorus Van Gogh, because he refuses to take one (1) day off when he’s sick, ft. his loving older brother, Vincent. Based on Cybird’s “A Kiss to Make it Better” which didn’t include Theo, how dare they!

I’ve had this idea since the event ended (how long ago was that?? Doesn’t matter!), and I’m so glad @nad-zeta​‘s request for Theo + “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for the day!” fit so well with it, I hope you enjoy cutie >/////<;

[Characters]: MC, Theo, Vincent

[Word Count]: ~1600 

[Tags]: fluff, established relationship, taking care of sick Theo

[POV]: 2nd Person

Also Tagging @aeoncryptic @shookspearewrites and @kisara-16 for being loyal Theo stans ehehe >:3  

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“AB-SO-LUTE-LY NOT!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I have too much work to take a sick day off.”

“And it’s only going to get worse if you don’t rest!”

Theodorus Van Gogh found himself, with suitcase in hand, caged in his own room by none other than his adorably persistent lover. With arms outstretched to the sides in an attempt to block his escape route, you refused to budge from your station.

“If you don’t move, I’m going to be la—ACHOO!" Theo quickly whipped his head into his arm to cover his nose.

“Bless you,” you responded.

The way his nose brightened like a little cherry tomato did not escape your notice and neither did the bright pink that colored his cheeks.

You continued, “Now drop that suitcase because you are not leaving this room.”

Theo cursed under his breath for his bad luck. He wasn’t supposed to be sick today, especially not when he had just secured a venue for Vincent’s next exhibit. His vision started to blur, as the exhaustion started to weigh on his mind and body. He pinched the bridge of his nose and dropped his suitcase down with a heavy sigh, then crossed his arms.

“Now what?”

“Now,” you uncrossed his arms to take his coat off, “rest, and I’ll go get your breakfast.”

You pulled him gently to his bed and told him to lay down. He rested for 5 whole seconds before he sprung up, feeling ridiculous for even considering the idea of rest.

“No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for the day!” You declared.

You held him firmly by the shoulders, glaring at him with great concern in your eyes.

He stared back defiantly, mirroring your pouty expression. He smirked, ready to throw a snide remark at you, but you bumped your forehead against his. Stubbornly ignoring his protests, you planted a chaste kiss on his bright red nose.

“You’re gunna stay right here and I’m gunna get you some syrup-drowned pancakes.”

Leaving him stunned, you turned around to leave, but he stepped forward once more, tugging your sleeve weakly.

“Hey, I am not having breakfast without Vincent,” he sniffled subconsciously.

“Then I’ll bring him, too!” You pushed him back with more vigor this time.

You brought your hands up to cup his face and stared him straight in the eye.

“Promise me you won’t leave this room by the time I come back.”

He met your stare with a frown, one that spoke of self-inflicted guilt that he must’ve felt for being in this situation. His ocean blue eyes wavered with apprehension, and he bit his lip to fight back his workaholic instinct.

“It’s only for one day,” you continued, “or at least we can hope so, if you rest properly, okay?”

You quirked your head, shooting him a smile full of hope and reassurance.  

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours again, nodding his silent promise.

Abruptly, he drew back, “Silly hondje, you shouldn’t be this close to someone when they’re sick,” he looked away from you, seemingly irritated, but the growing blush that spread from his cheeks to his ears said otherwise.

Your smile widened and your shoulders relaxed to see him listening to reason again, acting like himself again.

“You’re right,” you got up to leave with a content smile, and he didn’t stop you this time, “I’ll be right back, Theo.”

True to your word, you came back with a mighty stack of pancakes, his favorite syrup, and a bottle of Rouge. You also had a plate for yourself half-balancing itself on the tray. Vincent stood right behind you with his own breakfast tray, worried yet relieved of his brother’s adorable request. Theo had actually listened and laid in his bed to relax though his mind was far from resting. He drummed his fingers against his knuckles impatiently. As soon as he heard knocking on his door, he bolted up.

“Theo! We’re back, and Vincent is here to see you, like I promised.”

“…and risk getting him sick, too?! Are you crazy?”

He wanted to leap out of bed and run out of there before he burdened them further, but Vincent’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

The older Van Gogh set his tray down to sit on his brother’s bed, “Theo, I appreciate your worry, but you’re the one who needs us right now, so let us take care of you. What’s a big brother for if he can’t even visit his brother when he’s sick?”

Theo pursed his lips, unable to deny his brother’s kindness in the state that he’s in. He slowly settled back against the headboard, groaning at his own helplessness.

As soon as you brought his pancakes into view, however, his eyes lit up with joy and he dug into his meal to his heart’s content, not sparing a single drop of the syrup you brought with you.

The three of you chatted about your plans for the day, making sure to help Theo get out all the work stress he’s got on his mind.

“I’ve talked to the venue owner before, and he’s a very kind and understanding man,” Vincent smiled at his brother, “I’m sure he won’t mind rescheduling your meeting if we send him a letter explaining what happened.”

Theo nodded sadly, “Yeah, we can always hope so.”

You noticed the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate as time went on and the conversation put him at ease.

Eventually, Vincent returned to his room to continue on his latest painting after hearing more words of praise and encouragement from his dear little brother. His fever had gone up considerably as the day progressed, so you made sure to apply a cool damp towel to his forehead and change it regularly.

“Hey, hondje…”

“Hmm?” You looked up to your tired lover’s face.

“You should go before you seriously catch this fever too,” he said softly.

His eyes were barely open, he may have even been sleep-talking at this point. You smiled, wanting to smack him fondly for always putting you first, even when he absolutely should be more worried about himself.

“After all I’ve done for you today, this is how you repay me, hmmm?” You teased.

“…I’ll treat you… urgh… when I’m awake. Thank you for everything, MC,” and he was out like a light.

Now it was your turn to be stunned. Not only did he say he’ll treat you, but he even called you by your name, something he only dedicated to the rarest occasions, it seemed. You had to fight the strong urge to wrap your arms around him, especially because he usually didn’t like dropping his guard like this. Your macho man Theo looked so weak and weary for once, but that just strengthened your resolve to stay by his side until sleep claimed his undivided attention.

The next day, Theo was up and running like his usual self to meet his clients and drop by the venue owner’s place to apologize in person. Before he was out of sight, you called for him and reeled him back into the mansion.

“You get 14 hours of sleep for the first time in forever and you’re already this excited to go back to work. Don’t forget you’re still recovering.”

You shook your head at his obvious eagerness to be out and about again.

“I don’t think the excess sugar I was served this morning is what the doctor would recommend someone who is still recovering,” he smirked.  

“Yes, well, your immediate happiness is more important than your health right now,” you said confidently.

“…”

“Ok, that came out wrong. What I meant was—”

“Pfff, silly Hondje. You never think before you speak, do you?”

“This coming from the man who promised to treat me today, you didn’t forget about that, did you?” You pouted, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I—When?!”

“Last night, right before you passed out!”

Now it was his turn to chuckle at your excitement for this so-called treat. He started coughing again, and you patted his back as he calmed down from his coughing fit. He sighed, carding his hand through his hair.

“Can’t believe I didn’t get any work done yesterday, but…” he muttered.

Your ears perked up, quirking your head to the side to face Theo, who had turned to stare at the wall. He brought a free hand up to cover the lower half of his face from view, clearing his throat discreetly.  

He continued, “It’s nice to be taken care of every… once in a blue moon.”

He turned back to face you with no hesitation in his deep blue eyes, only heartfelt gratitude.

“Thank you, MC, I really appreciate it. I’m a man of my word. I’ll reward you nicely once I’m back from town. I don’t like to be in anyone’s deb—!?”

“Stop it, you!” You tackled him into a tight embrace, pressing your hands into his back, “No talking about debts, I’m your girlfriend! Of course, I’ll take care of you, especially when you refuse to do so yourself!”

You released him suddenly, stepping back to curtsy.

“And you’re welcome. I accept thanks in cuddles and coffee dates.”

After he recovered from his daze, Theo ruffled your hair with a fond smile. He turned on his heel and walked out of the mansion with suitcase in hand and a tender look in his cerulean eyes. One that he dares not reveal to you lest you start teasing him for the rest of the day.  

[beccaraecarter]

Sneak peek at part 6

~Becca<3

[nochuuuenthusiast]

anxious

hi guys! sorry for not posting as often as i used to, but i’m back with a request! yayayay!! so i hope you enjoy, anon! and requests are always open so if you want to request something, make sure to drop by in my inbox~

anon asked: Hi, I love your fics 😍 I would like to ask if you could write a short story about Jungkook conforting the reader because she is worried and overwlmed due to her exams, he could hug and sing to her. Something very fluffy and sweet please, is for my friend who is having a bad time and I know she will love it because she is a huge fan of your writing. Thank you so much and keep going, you're so nice!! ♡♡♡♡

genre: fluff

word count: 930

Staring at the small, square window directly in your line of vision, you could see nothing but darkness-- vast darkness. 

You glanced at the mini clock resting on top of your wooden desk, only to see that barely five minutes had passed since you had last checked the time. Groaning, you face-planted into the palms of your hands, feeling your anxiety slowly invading your thoughts. 

It was 2:45am and you were not even close to finishing your studies. 

Your final exam was in a couple of hours (5 hours and 15 minutes to be precise), and despite your relentless studying for the past week and a half, you suddenly felt unprepared and... hopeless. You felt yourself digging your sharp fingernails into your skin and shaking both your legs simultaneously as you started to doubt all your work and effort. The worry didn’t seem to be disappearing anytime soon and your fright of the possibility of failure was unsettling. You tried to focus and stare at the numbers and letters that lay in front of you but you couldn’t seem to concentrate because of the immense chaos created by your panic. 

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Jungkook woke up to the consistent tapping noise on the floor that he had been hearing in his sleep. He jerked his head up from the irritation he felt from the constant noise. Tilting his head in confusion from the origin of the sound, he turned his head to the left side of the bed to see if you were awakened from the strange noise as well, which was when he noticed that your side of the bed was completely empty... 

Where is she? 

Jungkook scratched the top of his head, put on the pair of pants that were laid out on the edge of the bed, and headed towards the faint light that he saw from the corner of his vision. 

Squinting his eyes to adjust to the sudden change of brightness, Jungkook cocked his head as he leaned against the door frame of your study. 

Why is she up at this hour? 

Jungkook saw how panicked and frightened you looked as your whole body seemed to be shivering... not from the cold, but from something else. He saw how jittery you were and the way you held your hand to your mouth every so often so that you could chew off a bit of your fingernail. After examining your figure for a minute, he could tell you were worried... in fact, you seemed to be beyond worried... most likely, anxious. He automatically remembered about the exam that you needed to do well on in order to get an A in the class and could feel the radiation of fear and worry that emitted from your presence. 

Biting his lip, Jungkook was more worried than you... since you knew how bad it got when your anxiety built up, so he walked up behind you and gave you a warm back hug... praying that it would calm your nerves. 

“Oppa?! What are you doing?? I thought you were sleeping,” you said in shock from the sudden skin contact as you turned your head towards his direction.

“I was... until I heard your tapping... and the real question is: why are you still up? I thought you were sleeping next to me the entire time...”

You avoided looking into his eyes, reminded again of the importance of this exam. Jungkook deeply stared into your eyes and could see the helplessness inside of them. He could tell how stressed you were for this exam and he felt like it was his responsibility to relieve that pain.

“(y/n), look at me.” 

You stopped looking at the floor and instead, looked straight into your boyfriend’s eyes... knowing that every time you looked into them, you found a sense of comfort. 

“I know you’re having a tough time... but just know that this exam isn’t everything. Whether you ace it or fail it, everyone is still proud of you... I’m still proud of you. So don’t be too hard on yourself, okay? Or else I’ll start to get worried,” he said, chuckling at the last part. 

You nodded your head and without having to say anything, Jungkook took your hand in his, turned off your desk light with the other, and led you into your shared bedroom. Tucking yourself inside the warmth of the sheets as Jungkook stretched his arm across your body to turn off the dim lamp. 

Jungkook instinctively snuggled closer to you and you rested your head on top of his bare, broad chest as it rhythmically heaved up and down. You closed your eyes and made outlines along his abs as a form of consolidation. Jungkook smiled at your antics and looked down at the top of your head, relieved that you were finally able to relax.

You opened your eyes suddenly when you felt a vibration coming from Jungkook’s chest and you noticed that he had started to sing. Smiling and digging your head deeper into his chest, you recognized the melody of “Lost Stars,” one of the many songs that Jungkook had done a cover of... and it just so happened to be your personal favorite. 

Jungkook was already halfway through the song and your eyes started to feel heavy and droopy and you felt the symptoms of sleeping inching closer and closer towards you. And as you drifted off to sleep, your stress seemed to disappear and vanish from the depths of your mind. 

Thank you Jeon Jungkook; you really are the maintainer of my sanity. 

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(a/n): aHHH! hello anon! i just read back on this entire story and i’m not sure if this is entirely what you wanted, soo i’m sorry if it’s bad but thank you for requesting this prompt! it was really cute hehe... 

also, pls share with me what your favorite jungkook cover is... mine is obviously “lost stars,” but “paper hearts” is another one of my favorites!

okay, that’s all for now! i’ll have another post up by next week... i hope you have a great day :)