#you can literally see light. and line of sight is the only requirement for fetching

[meat-loving-meat]

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[ceoofuwu]

𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 ;; 𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘹 𝘧.𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟐.𝟏𝐤

𝐀/𝐍: so, this is the first Atsumu scenario! I'd literally give up my life for this man, I CAN'T HOLD BACK. Tho it turned out quite dark... I guess I made amends for it with the happy note in the end, then?

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: living with the Miya twins definitely means throwing party every once in a while and painting the town red... but what if, just once, things spiral out of control?

𝐓.𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ content ahead; mentions of sexual intercourse, unwanted/non-planned pregnancy, cursing. Suggestive themes.

Another wave of nausea washed over your body, making your guts twist with the unpleasant feeling of food hastily gushing out of your body.

You arrested your head further buried in the toilet, hands clutched tightly around the sides, mind flooding with hazy memories of last night’s events, as a stamp of warmth came in contact with your back.

  Sloppy, heated kisses along the sensitive area of your neck were sending shivers through your entire body, which was being ravished by pleasure.

«Come on, baby…» he whispered against your ear, your lobe caught between his teeth, «I’ll be gentle».

  Atsumu rubbed soothing circles on the broad surface of your back, crouched beside your weakened figure, the warmness of his palm eager to drive your fatigue away.

You had been sharing a home with him and his brother for quite some time now, the latter merely staying to keep you company and lend a hand with the loan. Showered with independence as you were, throwing parties every now and then was only natural. However, it wasn’t always completely kept under control.

«Drank too much, didn’t you?» he asked softly, worryingly, while his hand came to gently wipe your mouth with a small-sized towel he had fetched.

«I doubt I drank as much as you did, Tsumu…» you sighed, «… but I still don’t think that’s the proble—« your statement was cut off by your body pushing up another round of fluids.

   Your back arched at the intolerable amount of rapture that was shaking your entire being, «M-more…! Atsumu…!»

«More?» he smirked, looking at you with devilish eyes then throwing your legs over his broad shoulders and thrusting even more forcefully this time, his bare cock hitting spots in depths it had never been before.

   He remained silent the whole time, standing by your side, lightly pulling your hair back and continuing to soothe you with his rubbing patterns, his heart aching at the sight of your body completely cleaning itself out, leaving you fully worn out in its wake.

You lifted yourself slowly, making sure there was no other round coming then snatched the towel out of Atsumu’s hands hastily and wiped the stains of puke clean.

«You were saying…?» he asked, his eyes carefully following your movements to the sink, where you rinsed your mouth out.

«I don’t think it’s only drinking that got me like this…»

«What do you mean?»

«You weren’t particularly cautious last night…»

   You were a complete and utter mess by now; body coated in sweat, quaking with overwhelming ecstasy, burning with the need for more friction, for the touch of your lover, who was mercilessly pounding in and out of you, gaining momentum with every push.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, meaning he was close to his peak, so you were already preparing for the pull out but, with a loud, lengthy groan against your clavicle, you only felt a new-found kind of warmth spreading inside of you instead.

«You feel so damn good baby…» he croaked, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breaths tickling the sensitive area, while he was gradually climbing down from his high.

What with all those surges of bliss washing over you and the influence of alcohol you were under, you didn’t care as much as to realize the severity of what had just happened.

  «You don’t mean…» his voice trailed off, amber eyes widening with surprising realization.

The grave shadow cast upon his face was gone with a mere shrug of his shoulders.

«I do. There’s a high chance, Atsumu».

«I guess we’ll have a little brat crawling around the house in a few months then» he chuckled.

This was one of the few times in your life when you actually couldn’t believe in your ears. He couldn’t be talking seriously. He was deadpanning. Could he be that childish?

«Are you even in your right mind?! Do you happen to have even the slightest idea how serious this is?! What responsibilities it requires?!» you shouted, taking aggressive steps towards him, «How are we supposed to raise a child when you can barely fend for ourselves?» your index daringly poked his chest, look glowing with fury, «What makes you think I’d even want a child growing inside of me, huh?» you spurted out, words dripping with the bitter truth.

«We’re not even 100% sure you’re pregnant» he replied calmly, not allowing the burden of guilt weigh down on him.

«So you’re just going to hang onto a possibility? Is this your way of self-defense?» your tone stayed high on decibels, continuously shooting the blonde with arrows of qualm, but triggering his anger simultaneously.

His thick eyebrows came to a frown, a dark hue of irritation cloaking his face, blood boiling with rage. Deep down, he was well aware of the fact that he had been careless and therefore brought by this outcome, but at the same time he wanted to explode. All this unwavering accusation made him see red; and he didn’t particularly excel at his keeping his temper in check.

He didn’t care about neither your reaction nor the impact his words would have on your already heated argument because he honestly needed anything to fire back, when he spat out:

«It’s not my fault you can’t control what’s going in and out of your cunt».

SLAP!

Your palm clashed with the tender skin of his cheek, the sound of skin finding skin echoing in the empty room. At that point, you genuinely believed that there was no other way to back fire him; he had completely crushed your defenses with that mere line of his. Your heart was shattered to thousand pieces, like a fragile piece of glass thrown madly at the floor.

However, you still had some remaining strength for a finishing blow.

«I should have seen this coming. You always run away from your responsibilities, like the immature toddler you are. You don’t give a fuck about other people’s feelings, do you? All you care about is to feed and satisfy your own, insatiable ego!» you yelled, coming to realize that there are actual tears streaming down your face, but not minding at all the reason for their appearance, «…because that’s just what you are, Atsumu. An immature, egotistical pig».

His almond-shaped eyes widened in shock his body aching with the sensation of something having pierced through his chest. He wanted to yell, curse, break—no, destroy something. His madness was getting the better of him but even so, he somehow stopped dead on his tracks upon hearing that cruel utterance. His stare travelled on your form, inspecting your exhausted state, pity feeling him to the brim. Was this really what you thought of him? Was he truly the one that had you messed up like this?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the bathroom’s door. His twin brother walked in, wearing an expression of confusion and worry as his grey orbs fell on you.

«I can hear you screaming from the living room… is everything… o… kay? Why are you—« his gaze immediately pinned his brother, «--why is she crying?» he demanded.

Atsumu lowered his head in shame, glancing down at his feet, desperately struggling to avoid his brother’s uncomfortably scrutinizing look. One the one hand he had no clue how he was supposed to explain the situation, but on the other, he couldn’t exactly step back from it.

«Ιt’s… none of your business…» he murmured.

«I don’t think he heard you, Atsumu.           Speak up a little. Tell him how your stupid, little ass fucked everything up again».

«What is she talking about, Tsumu?» Osamu’s facial expression was died in puzzlement, «Talk!»

«…you might become an uncle» he muttered reluctantly between gritted teeth.

«What?!» his look hopped between the two of you impatiently, not landing on anyone in particular.

Of course he was taken aback. How could he not be? Atsumu can be reckless from time to time yet, that seemed too surrealistic even for a person that knew him so well.

You were quite lost in your own concerns, which prevented you from noticing that Osamu had hastily and offensively grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shaking him furiously.

«I always knew you were a stupid and annoying brother but I was hoping you’d be at least tolerable as a boyfriend!» he shouted in the other twin’s face, knuckles whitening at the tightness of his grip.

You’d usually laugh your heart out whenever the twins were fighting but this time the ambiance was too intense to allow even the slightest curl in your lips.

«We don’t even know if she’s accurately pregnant, you asshole! She hasn’t had a fucking test yet!» Atsumu roared back in exasperation.

Osamu’s features were completely painted with a mixture of bewilderment and realization, «She hasn’t?» his peek drifted to you and you shook your head in the negative.

«Well then…» he let go of his brother with a push, «…I’ll be back» he spoke, turning to leave the room.

«Where the hell are you going?»

«Where you should have gone from the beginning».

Thanks to Osamu, a light smile made its way to your lips. However, it was swiftly taken away by Atsumu’s murderous, disgusted glare. You answered to it with an identical one, not wanting to show him how much your heart was practically broken by that moment.

When he finally walked out of the bathroom, you made sure to lock the door he had harshly slammed behind him, before your body automatically slid against it, eventually collapsing on the floor

«Ugh, why does it take so freaking long?» you whined silently above the pregnancy test.

Before you knew it, your already pallid face was stained with tears once more, your hands rushing to cover your mouth and muffle your perpetual sobs as you succumbed entirely to the pain that was nested in your chest, waves of dejection, wrath and numbness hitting you relentlessly and unstoppably, letting you solely rot into the melancholy of anticipation….

Thankfully, Osamu had came back mere minutes ago with five tests in his hands, all of them produced by the same company. You explained that there was no need for so many, but seemed like Samu had quite freaked out so he couldn’t help himself. You had hastily snatched the tests and run off to the bathroom again, not paying to attention to what Atsumu was doing.

You would deal with him later, either way.

«Don’t be positive, don’t be positive…»

For about ten minutes straight, you were running conspiracies in your mind, attempting to calculate every possible outcome. If Atsumu was indeed the father of your child, then that… made also Osamu a dad? They’re literally the split image of each other so be it biological or adoptive father would practically make no difference. Which meant that if Osamu had kids—

«Are you… alright in here?» the door opened ajar and a familiar head slightly, almost timidly, protruded.

«Oh, now big, scary Atsumu isn’t mad?» you jibed.

Atsumu slid in, gently closing the door behind him and heading towards you.

«Look, I…» his eyes moved to the floor, afraid to encounter yours, «…I didn’t mean what I said… really, I uh…» you failed to suppress a light giggle at his miserable attempt to swallow his pride, «…I’m sorry, okay? Stop mocking me! And I’ll take care of our child…! If we have one, I mean…» you glanced at the test one more time to see if anything had changed and your eyes widened in surprise.

«Atsumu».

«…and I’ll do anything, I’ll cook even without setting the kitchen on fire I—«

«Atsumu!»

“Just don’t be mad at me okay? I’ll even change the baby—«

«ATSUMU!» you yelled, also making awkward hand signals that made no sense to earn his attention.

«What?»

«You won’t have to change any baby! Nor take care of it!»

He lifted his eyebrow in confusion, «We are getting a babysitter?»

«There’s no baby you idiot! I’m not pregnant! I’m not---« a silent sob cut off your sentence.

«Hey, wait, why are you crying?» Atsumu’s hand rested on your flushed cheek, his thumb swiping away a tear that came unbidden on your beautiful face.

«I don’t… know…» you spoke weakly and then immediately dived in his arms, clutching him to the point of asphyxia and probably clawing his back, while burying your wet face on his chest, where you were bawling your eyes out.

«It’s over now baby…» he whispered, planting a soft kiss on the crown of your head and rubbing soothing patterns on your back, «…take it all out».

Deep down, there was still a lingering ray of hope praying that you had actually that unbidden seed inside of you… it wouldn’t be catastrophic…

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[megalodont]

a stitch in time saves nine

Nie Huaisang was not an idiot, but sometimes he wished he was. 

“Sect Leader, you know meditation is essential for the conditioning of your golden core—”

“Are you my guard or my mother? Of course I know! But it’s so boring. I already told you I’m spending the afternoon painting, you can’t change my mind.”

“Sect Leader—” 

“Sect Leader, Sect Leader. If I am your leader why aren’t you listening to me?” Nie Huaisang pouted. “I’ll do it tomorrow. The light is only going to be this good for another hour, I don’t wanna waste it meditating. I refuse. Go switch with another guard if you don’t like it.” Nie Huaisang shooed the man with his fan and flounced into the pavilion in a swirl of embroidery and silk. As he settled in front of the desk he heard the man sigh, and then the dreaded call went out. 

“Someone fetch Hu Junhui!” 

“Don’t call her!” Nie Huaisang yelped.

“I am under specific orders to call her when the situation requires it,” the guard said steadily.

“I gave you those orders! Now I’m taking it back!”

“Sect Leader made it clear that his orders were incontrovertible, unable to be retracted even by himself.”

“I know that, I said it,” Nie Huaisang grumbled, but he knew he’d already lost. He never won this particular battle—heavens curse him for the machinations of his past self. 

“Sect Leader Nie,” came a gentle voice from behind the door. 

Nie Huaisang plonked his face into his palm, letting it squish his cheek. “Enter,” he grumbled.

The door slid open to reveal an older lady with a beatific smile. Though her face was lined and her hair shot with silver she was still beautiful. She bowed deeply. He hated her so much.

“If I may begin, Sect Leader?”

“No,” he told her, but he knew it was useless.

“Grey hair,” she said serenely, as if he had not spoken. “Crow’s feet. Liver spots. The loss of your figure. Hands too unsteady for calligraphy. Eyesight too poor to read poetry by moonlight. Ears that can no longer hear the highest, purest notes. Older people do not have the patience or conditioning to stalk birds for days on end. A guttering core will not keep you warm, and in the winter you will have to cover your elegant clothes with heavy, unflattering cloaks. Sect Leader Nie knows the most beautiful vistas are visible only by sword, and that only cultivators can paint with light. Older people cannot handle food that is too rich, nor excessive amounts of alcohol. As they age men sometimes lose their powers in bed—”

“Okay,” Nie Huaisang interupted. “Okay! I’ll go meditate! Ayi, why do you like this job?” He whined. “I’ll pay you double what you’re getting to just not do it. You can even still live here if you want!”

“Sect Leader Nie pays me very generously already,” the woman said pleasantly. “I am content with things as they are.”

“I could fire you, you know.”

“My contract with Sect Leader Nie ensures my employment in perpetuity,” came the placid reply. 

Nie Huaisang’s head hit the desk.

*

“Sect Leader Yao is not satisfied with the agreement. This treaty is essential to the continued prosperity of Qinghe. You cannot send him away until he signs.”

“Can’t I?” Nie Huaisang groused. “This is my keep. We’ve been talking for hours, the man just refuses to see sense! I won’t keep banging my head against that wall, I can literally feel myself breaking out. Kick him out.” His advisors did not move. Neither did the guards. “You guys,” Nie Huaisang moaned. “Who exactly is in charge here? Get that odious man out of my sight, hearing, and mind, I’m begging you. A whole day of meetings with Sect Leader Yao is too much, no one could be expected to withstand that!”

His advisors glanced at each other, and one gave a short nod to the guard by the door, who swiftly exited. Nie Huaisang’s heart sank. 

“Sect Leader Nie,” came that hateful voice a moment later, just as smooth and affable as it always was. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, slumping on his throne. “Get on with it, I guess.”

“If an agreement with Sect Leader Yao cannot be reached today, Sect Leader Yao will have to stay the night. Even if ejected from the Unclean Realm he will return. Due to his offense at being rebuffed, Sect Leader Yao will doubtless become quarrelsome and inflexible—”

“He’s already quarrelsome and inflexible,” Nie Huaisung grumbled.

“—to an even greater degree than he was today. If an arrangement cannot be made in these meetings then the deal will fall through. The cost of raising sheep will rise, and with them the price of wool. Farmers will need financial support, which will require many hours of reading tedious production reports and meetings with aggrieved farm owners. New taxes will need to be devised, which will require much research and consideration. There will certainly be dissent as a result of this tax, and Sect Leader Nie will be required to listen to many complaints from wealthy merchants and other constituents. The amount of time Sect Leader has for leisure activities coming up to winter is already so small,” she said sweetly. “It would be a shame if it were diminished further.”  

“It would be a shame if you dropped dead,” Nie Huaisang muttered into his palms.

“I am afraid I could not make out what Sect Leader Nie has just said.”

He raised his head from his hands to scowl at her petulantly. “You’ve convinced me. I’ll suck it up for a few more hours, okay. Are you happy?”

Hu Junhui’s smile was as lovely and immovable as jade. “I am always happy, Sect Leader. This one thanks you for your concern.” She bowed deeply. “If that is all?” 

Nie Huaisang huffed. Yeah yeah. Send Sect Leader Yao in on your way out.”

*

“Sorry, I can’t read.” 

“Sect Leader, this documentation is essential to the understanding of that province’s geopolitical landscape. If the negotiations go poorly QingheNie might lose our longstanding—and mutually beneficial—alliance with them.”

“And that sounds terrible, but I’m afraid I can’t help you. I’ve lost the ability to read. It’s tragic, I’ll never be able to read a good novel again, let alone poetry. I’m inconsolable. How will I go on? Every day will be so pale and lifeless without the magic of the written word to bring me joy—”

“Hu Junhui!”

“—oh, dammit.” Nie Huaisang cursed his previous self so harshly he might well have offended his progenitors as well.

“Sect Leader,” Hu Junhui greeted calmly, arriving with suspicious speed from a side door.

“...who?”

“The mountains of our sister province are exquisite,” she began without acknowledging his deflection. “The larch trees are especially beautiful in the autumn time. They are the only place in the world where one can find the superb pheasant—but of course Sect Leader Nie is aware of this. He is renowned for his knowledge of rare and wonderful birdlife. What a shame it would be if their borders were no longer open to travel from Qinghe! The textiles that come from that region are also incredible, as Sect Leader Nie knows. The local breed of goat produced an unequalled fibre, so if trade were to be impacted in some way—”

“I know all this already!” Nie Huaisang whined. “I don’t care about that, I already own loads of stuff from there, I don’t care. We’ve been allies for generations anyway, our relationship isn’t going to break down because I couldn’t remember some historical fact in one meeting.”

“Sect Leader Nie is very wise,” Hu Junhui said, bowing. “He of course knows that the newly installed regent is a notorious traditionalist and will demand many hours of discourse regarding their ties to Qinghe if he is not satisfied with QingheNie’s acknowledgement of their shared history. Meetings with him have been known to drag out for weeks.”

“...you’re making that up.”

“This one heard it from Sect Leader Jiang’s senior disciple during their visit in the spring.”

“...weeks?”

“Several.”

Nie Huaisang pressed his fingers to the pain throbbing in his temple. 

“Would you look at that. My ability to read has miraculously returned. What’s this?” He picked up a piece of paper at random. “A resignation letter from Hu Junhui? Ah, what a shame, what a shame. Well, enjoy the rest of your life, ayi, take care, say hello to your family for me, so long, safe travels!”

“I’ll leave you to your reading, Sect Leader,” Hu Junhui said as if he had not spoken. She already knew she’d won.

*

“I don’t care how important the annual audit is, I already told you I’m allergic to mathematics!”

“Hu Junhui!”

*

“I don’t care who he is, this meteor shower won’t appear again for twenty years!”

“Hu Junhui!”

*

“One more jar. If I have to meet with these people I’m at least going to be drunk for it.”

“Hu Junhui!”

*

“What do you mean I need to do it myself, that’s literally why I have disciples.”

“Hu Junhui!”

*

“Another hour, for heaven’s sake, it’s far too early to be awake!”

“Hu Junhui!”

*

“It’s not a ‘frivolous excursion’, I saw a blue-tailed bee-eater! What does it matter if there’s a discussion conference on!”

“Hu Junhui!”

*

Nie Huaisang blinked blearily at the figure in the doorway, vision swimming with liquor and tears.

“Sect Leader Nie.”

Nie Huaisang put his head back down on the table. “Who called you, Hu Junhui,” he slurred, exhausted. “I told them I wasn’t to be disturbed.”

“No one called for me, Sect Leader. We are all aware of what day it is.”

Then why are you here? He wanted to howl, but he couldn’t find the energy. He took another swig of wine, spilling half of it down his chin. It didn’t make much difference—his face was wet anyway. 

The room had grown dark at some point. Nie Huaisang had no idea how long he’d been sitting there drinking. He’d lain in bed until well after lunch, and no one had bothered to offer him dinner, knowing it would be refused.  

“Chifeng-zun would never begrudge his cherished younger brother the need to grieve, but it would pain him to see him neglect his health in any way.” Nie Huaisang didn’t answer. “This one knows he used to bring Sect Leader Nie congee on the anniversary of his mother’s death, because Sect Leader Nie found it difficult to eat. Chifeng-zun never let his brother drink alone, or to excess, on such days. It brought him comfort that he could at least provide for Sect Leader’s body when his heart was suffering.” Nie Huaisang swallowed thickly, the sound loud in the silent room. The tears had never really stopped, but they flowed freely once more, soaking into his hair. “Chifeng-zun would rest easily indeed, knowing his brother was caring for himself.”

Nie Huaisang’s hand slipped off the wine jug to flop limply to the ground. He heard the rustle of Hu Junhui’s clothing, and then a servant was placing a bowl of fragrant congee and jug of water on the table next to him. Hu Junhui thanked the servant, stepping close enough to pick up the wine jug and replace it with a handkerchief. 

She returned to the door and her clothes rustled again as she bowed. “Sect Leader.”

“Hu Junhui,” Nie huaisang said before she could close the door behind her. 

“Yes, Sect Leader?”

“Whoever hired you was pretty smart.”

“I have always thought so,” she said, her calm voice betraying a hint of warmth. “It is my honour to help him to be his best self. Goodnight, Sect Leader.”

“Goodnight, ayi.”

*

btw this is also on ao3 here, bc i am new to posting fic on tumblr and feel weird about it

[iamsonyeondone]

heir!svt // boo seungkwan

♥ fluffy!

♥ 3k words

this cutie full of sass and just overflowing love is the heir to his mother’s infamous jeju tangerine company

yeah people might think, oh thats nothing

but hoo boi they’re the no. 1 selling jeju tangerines in korea

because they’re so sweet just like the boo family :O

and sometimes they even import their goods worldwide, ITS THAT GOOD

back to our boo

he may seem pretty eccentric, especially when he’s around seokmin or soonyoung, but he’s also a sweetheart who takes care of his juniors and friends

like he will always remind them of their worth and sometimes get really clingy

but of course his sassy side is one of the many reasons that people love him too!!

they find it funny whenever he goes on a savage strike and literally drag anYone

like he doesnt care who your parents are, he will drag you down to hell

but everyone knows he doesnt mean it half the time, but when he actually does, it will bring shivers down your spine

since his well-loved among the students, he’s literally friends with everyone

especially the younger ones because he like to feel like an older brother and feels proud when his juniors look up to him

this is so soft fk

but he also has his moments where he wants to be taken care of too so he simply just joins his closest group of friends aka the big bunch of thirteen boys

people wonder how the heck they seem so close when all of them could form a class

anyWays, onto you

so theres two groups of people when it comes to seungkwan

1) you’re friends with him or 2) youre not

lucky you, you drop in the first category because if you dont, you’re just a sad outcast who doesnt like the cutest squishy boy

but even if you were friends with him, you werent as close to the extent where you guys hang out often

its the little greetings you guys say to each other in the hallways that keeps this acquaintance going

and its not like youre scared of him or anything

in fact its a little bit more than that

you’ve always admired him for being such a positive light in Pledis High along with his friends

and he’s someone that you aspire to be like - to be fearless and firm in yourself as well as be a pillar of strength for everyone else around

but you’re just that shy student who stammers during presentations because being in the center of attention scares the living heck out of you

he’s practically your aspiration

and its pretty difficult to get close to someone who has 46389392 other people to choose from to hang out with

but thats just you overthinking it because seungkwan has been wondering if he should just ask you to join him for lunch

on the other hand, seungkwan sees you as someone who works diligently behind the scenes

yeah sure you might not be able to lead people in a group project or voice out your opinions

but you do research like a mad scientist and quietly lead the group to an A for a project by leaving notes for improvement in their files

hell yeah he sees you, he sees potential in everyone

but its also because he thinks you’re pretty cute when you get so into the textbook that you’re literally inches away from kissing the pages

but he threatened vernon not to tell you that because he cant just mAke A MoVe

he wants to get to know you more first, about your favourite colour or what you think about when you daydream in class or how your brain manages to store so much information about general facts

most of the random facts you remember is from snapple bottles but no one needs to know that

so yeah maybe boo seungkwan is a little bit Whipped™ for you h a h a a little bit???

like every other day when seungkwan passes by your class, he sees you in your seat scribbling on your notes with furrowed eyebrows and your bottom lip between your teeth

and you just tugged on his heartstrings because how can someone look this good while doing something so,,, normal

and vernon has to snap him out of it

“dUde you’re really not making this crush thing any less subtle,”

and seungkwan nearly wants to hold him in a chokehold and make him regret his words

but when he takes another glance at you, you’re staring back and he’s quickly covering up his slightly blushed cheeks with a little wave

while you shot a shy smile towards him and waved back

and that simple action of yours just saved vernon from being suffocated

which also makes seungkwan say fuck it and ask you to join him for lunch or a study session after school that day

he wasn’t able to catch you at lunch that day, probably because you felt more comfortable in the quiet and cool library of the school

so when he sees you preparing your things to leave the school, he jogs right after you and nearly slams himself into your locker door

“hi! yn right?” he asks you, as if he’s never repeated your name in his mind every time he sees you

“y-yeah, what’s up?” you inquired back, zipping up your backpack and closing the locker door shut

“i was thinking, if you had the time, if you could join me on a study session today,”

and as much as you want to confirm his words, the way he looks at you with the hopeful sparkle in his eyes confirmed itself

boo seungkwan was asking you to hang out, and he chose you out of everyone else

“oh,, im free but i have a curfew so i hope you dont mind if we dont stay out too long,” you mustered every ounce of courage you had as you slung your bag over your shoulder

“great!! i know just the right place for us to study at,” he smiles, taking the spot next to you as he guide the both of you out of school

throughout the walk to the study spot seungkwan had planned, he had been talking about the stories about his friends and the way they have been annoyingly him lately - but of course they did it out of affection

“they say i pout alot when i get angry but i dont pout that much >:((” 

and as he whined about the statement, his lips indeed formed into a big sad pout just as his friends had said

as you tried to hold back the giggle, that is until he brows began going up and down in frustration like a rollercoaster

and that was the trigger 

you burst out laughing, covering your mouth even though it was too late to cover up

while he looked back at you with a confused look - although his chest felt entirely different

the way your eyes turned into crescent moons when you smiled really wide as well as the way your voice sounded harmonious to him

“i’m so sorry,, it’s just that,, your friends are totally right. look at you!!” you attempted to catch your breath while you held your phone to him, the front camera had indeed showed him the pouty face his friends had mentoned

“even you too??? but its not that bad right?” seungkwan looks back at you with pitiful puppy eyes and a part of you melts at the adorable sight

“no its not bad!! its actually pretty cute,” you reassured him, still recovering from your laughing fit

cute?? did you just call boo seungkwan cute??

he’s smile starts to radiate and his cheeks turn bright red from being flustered

but you were too busy chuckling at the accidental selfie he had taken on your phone

before he could even mention the compliment, the both of you had reached the cafe, swinging the door gently as you entered first while he followed behind you

you guys grabbed a spot by the corner, it being one of the best place, as recommended by seungkwan himself

“i’ll order the drinks and you can start studying first,” he shoots you a kind smile before sliding out from his chair

“oh yeah, what would you like?” he inquired, quickly giving him your normal order before he went to the counter

the place was beyond amazing and you werent sure how you havent seen it before when the shop had been placed near the school

the calm and soothing ambient given by the soft jazz playing in the speakers and the bright light illuminating the place was not glaring either

as you began flipping through your notes and your textbooks, seungkwan arrives with a tray of your drinks as well as slice of cake on a plate

“we didn’t order cake but the owner of the shop gave it to us on the house. maybe its because i’ve become a regular,” he chuckled, rubbing the nape of his neck after he had placed the tray to the side

“really?? ah we should thank them,” you turned towards the cashier where a man with circular glasses had a smile plastered on his face

and is that a,,, thumbs up?? did he just mouthed ‘good luck’?

“i think he wished us good luck for our exams since exam season is coming up,” but when you turn back to face seungkwan, he has his hand motioning back and forth across his neck, mouthing something along the lines of “shh”

“you actually know him?” you inquired, catching his attention as he nearly cracked his neck from turning too fast

“o-oh yeah sure! i come here pretty often remember? besides, we should really start studying before its too late,” he laughed nervously, slipping back into his seat and fetching out his required materials

and hour pasts and the pain in your neck starts to grow from facing your textbook from a weird angle, making you stretch in your seat while it captures his attention

“10 minute break?” he asks with a knowing smile as you nodded a little too enthusiastically, immediately regretting your decision while you held your drink in your hands, taking a few sips every so often

“did you get a lot done? i barely got the english practice questions done,” he sighed, taking a sip from his own cup

“yeah i guess. i managed to finish my english assignment too so i can help you if you want!” 

“reALLy?? ugh you’re a life savior yn. but enough of studies for now, LETS DIG IN,” he excitedly exclaims, placing the sliced cake between the both of you and handing a dainty small fork that matched his

your eyes sparkled in delight when you tasted the light whip cream along with the soft and spongy cake, eliciting giggles from seungkwan as your shoulders danced in elation

“you’re too adorable,” seungkwan complimented you on instinct

and its only when you look at him with wide eyes that he realized his action

“a-ah am i too straightforward?? i’ll stop if its uncomfortable,” 

but that compliment had brought a shy smile to your face, tinting the edges of your ears while you shook your head

you were slightly confused then - was your heart racing because you were with someone you admired, or was it because you began to see him in a different light

in a span of a few hours, seungkwan was more than you had assumed and you really meant that he was more than just an embodiment of positivity and sassiness

you werent sure what words you would exactly use to describe him now that you knew him a little more

but it was definitely not in a way where you saw him as an aspiration any longer

and more on seeing that smile on his face

“yn? yN? are you really sure its ok?” and that cute pout is on his face once again

“y-yeAH its totally fine!! we better finish this cake quick, my curfew is in another hour,” you smiled apologetically before taking another bite

“it’s alright, we can study together again if you want to,” 

and minutes just as fast as the time the both of you had spent together

in a split second, you had arrived at your door - although with many times you had reassured him you would be able to walk home alone, seungkwan wouldnt budge an inch

“i guess i’ll see you at school tomorrow?” he questioned, a small shy smile on his face

and as the both of you waved goodbye and went your separate ways, neither of you could wipe the wide smiles on your faces

days turn into months and a year felt like it had passed in a blink of an eye

so many things had happened during that period of time

without a doubt, you had become one of his closest friends (but others think otherwise when they see you two linking pinkies in the hallways)

and as we all know, all 13 boys came as a package, so it was only a matter of time until you met all 13 of them

it was a chaotic meeting, having to meet all of them at once made remembering names wayy more difficult

but after a while of getting to know them, you had grown accustomed to their personalities

like that one time that the noticeboard fell off the wall for some reason and you immediately thought of mingyu

you turn around and mingyu is standing right beside that noticeboard, with his entire body frozen into place

or like that one time seungkwan was telling about a prank that happened to him and asked if jeonghan was in charge of it and he just goes yEAH AND I GOT MY HAIR DYED BLUE FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK

and seungkwan was relieved that his friends had accepted you as a person

because they can get pretty protective of each other #squadgoAls 

but also because he wouldnt know what to do if they didnt like you when his crush on you is mAssive

it has grown to the point where he’s so close to confessing, but he never knows the right time to do so

on the other hand, you had begun to see him more than just a friend

the way he looked so worried when you had a little papercut on your finger

or when he stopped the other boys from teasing you because he feels this weird sense of anger boiling in the pit of his stomach

its called jealousy but boy has a little bit of a problem seeing it as it is

and anytime seungkwan initiates skinship with you, you feel your body heat up but its not to the point where you feel its overwhelming??

its more like this comfortable warmth that you can never get enough of

the kind of feeling you dont get with anyone else

and that was the moment you had finally accepted the fact that it had grown into a full-fledged Crush

either of you is still oblivious to each others feelings but its wayy to obvious to everyone else that theres something else brewing than ‘just friends’

but your thoughts and doubts get the best of you

because what if seungkwan is just this nice to everyone else?? i mean he did help out most of his juniors with their homework

and its normal seeing him hold hands and hug his other friends

and it kind of has your hopes lowered but it didnt hurt having a harmless crush right??

they come and go anyway

but seungkwan’s crush on you hasnt gone ever since his heart raced at the sight of you with the widest smiles

and he wasn’t planning to ignore it either

as per normal, the both of you walked into the cafe the both of you now frequented together, ordering the same drink but a different kind of cake to try every week

its come to the point where you guys have nearly tried every pastry there was in the cafe

but this time, seungkwan doesnt take out his notes or his pencil case with the matching tangerine keychain which you had gotten for him as a gift while your similar keychain hung on your bag

“what’s wrong?? no assignments this week?” you questioned, debating if you should finish yours alone

“well,,, not quite actually. but i felt like we needed a little break from studying since exams are over,” his eyes remain glued to the cup of iced americano in front of him 

which was weird since he would usually shoot you that warm smile you’ve grown to love so much

“is there anything wrong?” you had held onto his arm instinctively, thinking that maybe he just needed a little push to tell you whats on his mind

“i dont want to scare you or anything, so you dont need to answer back if you dont want to,” he rubbed the nape of his neck, playing nervously with the end of his hair

you nod along for him to continue, letting your hand linger on his while his eyes glanced towards the skin contact

“do you,, see me as anything more than a friend- you really dont have to answer it if it makes you feel-”

“yeah, is there something wrong with it?” you answered with a tiny bit of confidence

meanwhile your feet was bouncing under the table and your cheeks had already turned as bright as the red velvet cupcake between the both of you

and you answer shuts him up quickly

and it had been the first time he had looked back into your eyes ever since the both of you had stepped into the cafe

and they still look as sparkling as ever, if not, even more than you have ever seen them

his lips slowly curled into a bashful grin, accompanying his flushed red cheeks

“then i guess its appropriate to ask if,, if you’d be my,,,lover?” the term rolling off his tongue sends shivers down his spine

but when you bring his hand towards your lips, placing a quick peck, he nearly explodes and shortcircuits

“how could i ever say no?”

a/n: im so soft for seungkwan??? like i would squish his cheeks all day if i could o k also as per usual i’ll proofread this tomorrow morning because i can never get as inspired when it isnt 3 in the morning oops

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for your SP au if u have time, how about a scene with injured/close to death!ichigo and kisuke losing it big time? idk i just feel like in this universe where even tho they're surrounded by people they know, theres also a sense of them only having each other, and after everything theyve been thru, one of them facing the possibility of losing the other could be rly trauamtizing.

Uhhhh… okay. Wow, alright, let’s see…

This takes place sometime far into the future. Well, not that far but like at least a couple years after the convo with Kaien and Shinji I guess?

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Later, Kisuke would be able to tell you exactly what happened. His mind automatically breaks down an attack blow by blow, every strength and weakness catalogued just in case he would need to counter it in another fight, because that’s just how his brain works, and for once he wishes it wasn’t.

He’ll have nightmares about it for years to come.

One moment, they’re scattered across the skies of Soul Society, either fending off the hoards of Hollows Aizen has released into the heart of Seireitei or confronting Aizen himself, and the next, Kisuke loses track of the traitor for a split second, too many illusions overlapping each other and too many useless bodies in the air who haven’t the first idea how to shake off Aizen’s Shikai but insisted on fighting anyway because Yamamoto ordered all Shinigami Ninth Seat and up into battle.

He feels more than sees what happens next, at the very edge of his peripheral vision. He and Ichigo have split up, both of them still in the same piece of battlefield but no longer covering each other’s backs because they’re too busy trying to simultaneously make sure Aizen doesn’t gut one of their colleagues or friends and launch an attack that’ll actually stick at Aizen himself at the same time. Of everyone here, Ichigo and Kisuke are the only ones who’ve gone toe to toe with Aizen, which was a difficult enough task without throwing in the dozen or so handicaps around them.

One moment, Aizen is smirking, monologuing, boasting about everything Kisuke’s long since learned to tune out. The next, the Fifth Seat from the Ninth Division rushes him like an idiot, and as if on cue, half the other Shinigami also surge forward as if they think Aizen has left any openings for them to get a hit in. It distracts everyone there, and Kisuke mentally curses when more than one person obscures his line of sight. He shifts, steps to the side, trying to keep all his senses honed on Aizen, but a breath and a blink later, the man has disappeared, and Kisuke is turning before he’s even consciously aware of doing it, his gaze cutting through the throng of Shinigami around him, searching frantically for-

Aizen doesn’t attack Ichigo. Of course he doesn’t. But Fujiwara Asuka is there, and to her credit, whatever illusion Aizen weaves around her doesn’t make her hesitate from bringing her Zanpakutou up to block a strike Kisuke can’t see, nor does it stop her from following through, just as Ichigo taught her. She remains on the defensive, wary of attacking and hurting a comrade, but she doesn’t stay in one place, deflecting whatever sword she sees and then throwing herself to one side, obviously trying to get clear.

It’s just not enough, because she throws herself to the left, and Aizen materializes there to meet her, Kyoka Suigetsu thrusting forward and-

Kisuke knows what will happen before it even happens. Somehow, the sound of a Kidou spell eating through flesh echoes loudly even with people shouting all around him and the shrieks of Hollows in the distance.

These are the things Kisuke notices in a single snapshot of time: Fujiwara’s wide, distraught eyes; the smug, satisfied smile on Aizen’s face like he expected nothing less; and the shock-tinted pain splashed across Ichigo’s features as he shoves Fujiwara to the side with one hand and deflects Kyouka Suigetsu with Zangetsu, only for Aizen to bring his other hand around, the light of a Raikouhou already glowing in his palm before he releases it straight into Ichigo’s abdomen, a sizzling ball of yellow lightning that slams through one side and out the other and leaves the stink of burning flesh behind.

Ichigo staggers, chokes, wobbles in the air like someone’s cute first attempt at Shunpo, and for a long frozen second, Kisuke tries to draw breath and can’t seem to find the lungs for it.

Then Fujiwara screams Ichigo’s name, and it’s as if everything fast-forwards again, flooding the area with noise and colour all at once.

Kisuke covers the distance between them in one desperate flash-step. The incomplete Espada that gets in his way is bisected right through the middle, Benihime singing through the air like a cacophony of screaming symbols, and the nameless Arrancar doesn’t even slow Kisuke down. He barrels into Ichigo, catching his lover just as he begins to fall. He barely notices Kyouraku covering his retreat, appearing a half-beat behind him, dual swords swinging at Aizen to force him back, his eyes a hard slate grey as he stares down the traitorous would-be overlord.

Instead, Kisuke’s already trying to calculate the damage before they’ve even reached the ground - front torn open, shattered ribs, not as much blood as there is charred flesh, but Kisuke can see his insides anyway and it’s a mess of hemmorhaging viscera.

He lands on a rooftop, out of the way of any immediate enemy fire, and sets Ichigo down as gently as he can. Even then, Ichigo convulses and then coughs, spilling slick crimson over his bottom lip, and the spasms that wrack him shifts his broken ribs in ways that can’t be good for his continued survival.

“Ichigo, it’s going to be alright, just try to hold still-”

Ichigo makes a rough sound that’s half-laugh, half-splutter of pain, and then he coughs again, unending and terrible, and Kisuke can see the way blood is bubbling up and around the hand Ichigo’s instinctively braced against his front.

Fuck. Fuck.

Kisuke is usually calmer than this. He prides himself on remaining calm at all times, no matter how dire the situation. But right now, as he pins Ichigo down with one hand to Ichigo’s shoulder to prevent him from doing more harm to himself while his other flickers green in an attempt to start healing the worst of the damage, he can’t seem to stop the way either of them are shaking. There’s a funny roaring noise in his ears, and every time he blinks, all he can see is Ichigo lying too still, Ichigo’s face twisted up in agony, Ichigo dead and gone and leaving him behind, and he can’t-

A hand appears in his line of sight, and he’s not even holding his Zanpakutou anymore, having dropped it beside him the moment he landed, but Benihime’s still unsealed, and her signature reiatsu snaps out like the fangs of a beast and nearly takes the limb off, hand and arm and all. Whoever it belongs to swears and snatches it back just in the nick of time. Kisuke doesn’t even look up, too busy staunching blood flow and holding the ribcage together and making sure nothing slices into a lung and-

Fuck. Fuck. There’s just so much damage, and at the end of the day, Kisuke’s no master healer-

“Urahara-taichou, you will get a hold of yourself.” A female voice calls, not quite raised but sharp enough to cut through the haze of terror clouding his mind. Coupled with the hand that suddenly finds his, slippery with more blood but with enough coordination to squeeze down hard and anchor him back to the present, Kisuke suck in a breath, then another, then another, until he’s almost dizzy with it.

He looks at Ichigo first, and while his face is white and creased with pain, he meets Kisuke’s gaze steadily enough, and it’s enough for Kisuke to at least shove aside the panic and think.

He looks up next, right into the looming figure of Unohana, waiting for him to shuffle aside so she can tend to Ichigo. She’s already casting a critical eye over Ichigo’s injuries, and Kisuke should, he should move over right now because on a regular day, if Kisuke could have his pick of healers, Unohana would be at the top of the list. There is literally no one better for the job, and he should be thanking the Soul King that she was even nearby enough for someone to fetch her here so quickly.

But even just the thought of passing Ichigo’s wellbeing to anyone makes him want to lash out.

Benihime, Kisuke thinks for one wild moment. Benihime could probably fix him. Even if it means a patchwork of scars inside and out by the end-

She’s never had to restructure so many broken pieces of bone before though, never had to work with half the internal organs fried and nerve endings destroyed by such a close-range, point-blank electric explosion. What if she can’t-

Benihime stirs at the back of his mind, all affronted pride and snarling wrath with a seething sort of fear underneath. And yet-

He looks at Ichigo. Ichigo, eyes at half-mast and dazed now, Ichigo who is depending on him to make the best choice for him. And-

And that’s enough. Barely, but enough.

He rounds on Unohana again, and if he looks a little manic and more than a little mad, no one calls him out on it.

“If he dies under your care,” He bites out in a voice even he almost doesn’t recognize, soft and flat and no less vicious for either. “The Fourth Division will require a new captain by the end of the day.”

There are scandalized gasps from more than one person, and Yoruichi hisses a warning, “Kisuke!”

Only Unohana remains entirely unperturbed, looking back calmly even as she inclines her head in a nod. “I understand.”

Kisuke watches her for a moment longer, weighing her answer, then he turns back to Ichigo. The stasis spell he resorted to earlier begins fading as he lets it go, and he takes those few precious seconds to reach up to cup Ichigo’s face in his hands instead, bending low until the brim of his hat brushes Ichigo’s forehead. “Ichigo, you listen to me.”

Eyelashes flutter like it’s a struggle for Ichigo to keep them open, but he opens them anyway, and even though it takes a few blinks, his eyes are clear and focused when they look at Kisuke, and Kisuke holds that gaze.

“You will live. Do you know why?” His fingers curl into Ichigo’s hair, probably gripping harder than he should, digging bruises Ichigo can’t afford into his skin, but he needs this, needs his promise, needs his word. “Because if you die, you know perfectly well I will follow you and I will find you, no matter how many reincarnation cycles I’ll have to tear apart, even if that means razing the Soul King and his whole palace to the ground. So you will live because I will set the universe on fire if I lose you, and you have too much of a saviour complex to let that happen.”

There’s a hush all around him, the kind that comes from a stunned, maybe even appalled, sort of disbelief.

Kisuke ignores them. None of them matter right now.

(And if they don’t believe him, don’t believe he’s capable of it or don’t believe he really would do it, then the joke’s on them.)

All his attention remains on Ichigo, who blinks at him once, twice, and then even manages a hoarse chuckle as a bloodstained hand comes up to tangle in Kisuke’s own hair, as possessive as Kisuke at his worst and not at all ashamed to show it.

(Yoruichi knows what people say about Kisuke, both within and outside of the Onmitsukidou, with admiration or with contempt. But Kisuke’s problem has never been an inability to love. His problem has always been that he loves very, very few, and of those he does love, he loves with a world-burning passion that halts for no one and nothing and consumes everything in its path if allowed to run its course.

It makes her wonder, sometimes, whether Shiba Ichigo is very brave or just very oblivious.

Or maybe he’s like Kisuke, loving with a ferocity that’s equally devastating and unstoppable, and isn’t that a terrifying thought?)

Ichigo swallows, and his reiatsu surges with the solid resolve shining in his eyes, not even slightly dimmed, even now. Or perhaps especially now.

“You’re such a drama queen, Kisuke,” Ichigo rasps out, but his grin is all teeth, stained with blood but bold and bright and brilliant. “Go kick his ass. I’ll be right behind you.”

Kisuke gives himself another second, curled over Ichigo like he could protect him this way, clutching at him like he’s Kisuke’s last lifeline.

(He is. He has been for so long now.)

Then he exhales and lets go. He presses a kiss to Ichigo’s temple and then eases back and clambers to his feet, retrieving Benihime on his way up. “I’ll buy you time. Catch up when you can.”

Ichigo nods, and Kisuke steps away, finally letting Unohana take his place. He starts walking, and the Shinigami in his way automatically part for him. There’s Kaien, whom Kisuke vaguely recalls as the one who tried to get his attention and almost paid for it with his hand.

Kisuke might apologize later.

Then there’s Yoruichi with Suì-Fēng at her side, Rose and Love look like they’ve just arrived, and Matsumoto stands a few feet away, her arm around Fujiwara’s shoulders. Hachigen is farthest away, hands pressed together and a yellow barrier erected around them. A handful of battered-looking seated officers Kisuke never bothered remembering the names of complete the ensemble, and up above, Kyouraku and Lisa are keeping Aizen at sword-point.

Or at least Aizen is allowing them to keep him at sword-point. It’s about time Kisuke changes that.

He strides forward. Three feet and he’s shrugged out of his captain’s haori. Five feet and he’s dropped it behind him. Seven feet and his hat follows. He’s in full Shinigami garb today, all black uniform and flat sandals meant for fast and easy movement.

“Open it,” He orders in placid tones as he approaches the barrier, and Hachigen wastes no time releasing one wall of the barrier.

The moment Kisuke steps out and looks up, Aizen glances down and smiles like he’s been waiting for this.

“Urahara Kisuke,” He calls out with his trademark mockery lilting each syllable. “You should keep a closer eye on your-”

Kisuke disappears from the ground and reappears behind Aizen, Benihime angled for the man’s heart. Aizen dodges, but he also has to stop talking, and he doesn’t see the glint of silver in Kisuke’s other hand before the dagger sinks to the hilt in the soft flesh just above Aizen’s hip.

“Hadou #11,” Kisuke intones as Aizen’s smile thins. “Tsuzuri Raiden.”

An electric current sparks and crackles down the hilt just as Aizen wrenches himself off the blade and Shunpos away to safety.

He’s still smiling when Kisuke looks over. The injury is already healing with the power of the Hogyoku even as blood drips from the dagger in Kisuke’s hand, and yet something uneasy lurks in the tightness around his eyes, like he wasn’t expecting Kisuke to attack him so ruthlessly.

Kisuke hasn’t the faintest idea why. Everybody knows which military organization groomed him after all.

Ah well. He’ll learn.

Kisuke tosses the blade aside, then twists his fingers together, activating the seal he planted underneath the Tsuzuri Raiden just as he recites, “Bakudou #61, Rikujoukourou,” and six beams of light bursts from the newly healed wound in Aizen’s side, enveloping him in a brief burst of yellow before settling evenly around his midsection and paralyzing him to the spot.

Aizen looks momentarily surprised before his usual confidence slides back into place. “Do you think such a simple Bakudou can capture me?”

Kisuke huffs out a breath that’s barely a shadow of his usual laugh. “Capture you? I don’t want to capture you, Aizen-san.”

He brings Benihime up with a deliberate sort of careless grace, and this time, for the first time in this time, when he looks at Aizen Sousuke, the Shinigami is no longer smiling. Maybe he finally sees the rage in Kisuke’s eyes, pulsing with every breath he takes and every beat of his heart.

“I just need you to stay still for a bit,” Kisuke explains lightly, and behind him, her reiatsu jolting with an abrupt sort of urgency, he can hear Yoruichi yell for Kyouraku and Lisa to get back, right now.

“Bankai,” Kisuke commands, and distantly he hears the triumphant laughter of his Benihime’s bloodlust. She laughs, and he smiles. “Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame.”

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Trinkets, Valuable, 3: More useful than simple baubles touched mystery, these items have either a clear purpose, a reliable ability or are made from a fairly costly material. The items could fetch fair prices to collectors of the strange, jewelers, antique or art dealers or simply to barter with if the owner is short on actual currency.

A 30 foot length of supple, incredibly strong rope. It can hold five times as much as a typical hemp rope but is twice as heavy and bulky.

A beautiful beaten copper amulet that hums whenever you face or travel south.

A beautifully carved jade headdress patterned with arcane runes.

A bizarre whistle that expels floating motes of Randomly Colored light when blown. The motes dissipate after a few seconds

A black chitin mask that covers the mouth that allows the bearer speak to beetles and scorpions. It doesn’t grant the insects any greater intelligence or the ability to speak back.

A black silk armband that causes the bearer to cast no shadow when worn.

A black silk undershirt that stops the bearer from casting a shadow when worn

A black velvet bag containing 13 silver coins. The coins appear to be covered in fresh blood when viewed by a creature who has betrayed a true friend

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display an exaggerated caricature of the bearer’s face. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display the bearer’s face upside-down. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

---Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

---Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A 30 foot length of supple, incredibly strong rope. It can hold five times as much as a typical hemp rope but is twice as heavy and bulky.

A beautiful beaten copper amulet that hums whenever you face or travel south.

A beautifully carved jade headdress patterned with arcane runes.

A bizarre whistle that expels floating motes of Randomly Colored light when blown. The motes dissipate after a few seconds

A black chitin mask that covers the mouth that allows the bearer speak to beetles and scorpions. It doesn’t grant the insects any greater intelligence or the ability to speak back.

A black silk armband that causes the bearer to cast no shadow when worn.

A black silk undershirt that stops the bearer from casting a shadow when worn

A black velvet bag containing 13 silver coins. The coins appear to be covered in fresh blood when viewed by a creature who has betrayed a true friend

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display an exaggerated caricature of the bearer’s face. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display the bearer’s face upside-down. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A brass teapot that boils water when sung to for five minutes.

A bright crimson felt hat that, when worn, causes the wearer appear slender to everyone except themselves. Perceptive creature can see through this simple illusion if they try hard enough.

A brightly-colored glove that walks around randomly for one minute on its own when placed on a hard, flat surface.

A small ceramic beetle which becomes animate and cleans the floor of the nearby area while its owner sleeps.

A ceramic mug covered in a fire motif. It slowly warms any liquid placed in it to a bit above room temperature, and keeps heated liquids placed in it hotter longer.

A ceremonial silver spearhead covered in intricate royal designs.

A choker necklace made of black and white lace that renders the bearer’s speech backwards when worn. For example: “They speak like this” becomes “Siht ekil kaeps yeht.”

A cold granite wand that shouts “Lies!” whenever the creature holding it makes a factual statement.

A collar made of wolf leather which allows the bearer to perfectly imitate canine howls and growls.

A cracked mirror that shows the viewer as they were years ago, uninjured and in the prime of youth and health.

A creepy porcelain doll whose dark garnet eyes appear to gather the light towards them giving them a disturbing appearance. When the room is darkened its head will turn to face the nearest living creature within 20 feet that has line of sight to the doll. If the doll is put away inside a box or a bag it attempts to move just enough to get out and sit upright in plain sight, but it will only do so if it is not being watched.

A deck of oddly marked cards that shuffle themselves.

A deck of tarot cards that shuffle, deal and flip themselves

A disorganized bag of jewellery. Most of it is shiny costume jewellery and virtually worthless. However, a perceptive searcher finds one plain gold ring sized for a fat finger.

A fine silver candlestick. It holds four black candles. Three of them are almost burnt down to stubs while the fourth is as yet unused.

A fishing pole that can create an illusionary image of the biggest fish ever caught with it at the wielder’s command

A fist sized ball of snow that never melts. It is always cold to the touch

A folded piece of metal-paper with strange words and symbols that plays foreign music when unfolded.

A hand mirror that does not reflects living creatures

A hand mirror that reflects everything but the person holding it

A hand sized figurine of an elaborate stone castle that has tiny glowing torches and emits illusionary smoke from its chimneys.

A head sized sealed glass orb that contains water, plants, and small fish. The glass is stronger than steel and the ecosystem inside seems to be magically self sustaining.

A hooded, deep purple mantle that is doubled, fashioned of exotic fabrics, with gold embroidery along the hem.

A jewelry box made from an oyster’s shell containing a single large black pearl

A lantern with a black candle that never runs out and that burns with a putrid green flame

A large sack full of various sets of clothing including common peasant clothing, a foot soldier’s military uniform from the local region, a jester’s outfit, and fine clothing fit for a minor noble.

A leather armband bearing a single steel disc with a circular blue button in its center. Pressing the blue button allows the bearer to record a thought, memory, idea or message no more than 15 seconds in length causing it to turn red. Pressing the button while it’s red causes the bearer to recall or re-experience the stored information which turns the button blue again. The information can only be recalled by the creature that originally stored it, attempting to recall information stored by another bearer simply turns the button blue and the information is lost.

A live potted flower that grows humanoid teeth instead of petals. The plant is incredibly hardy and requires very little care to survive.

A masterfully carved marble chalice that can hold three times its apparent volume of liquid.

A matching set of self-cleaning steel utensils (Knife, fork, spoon) that chime at dawn.

A mechanical cricket that when whistled to, it will reproduce the same whistling every five minutes.

A metal cowl that keeps the bearer’s head cool at all times.

A metal eye patch that displays images of the bearer’s parents on the inside when worn.

A metal stylus which will draw black lines on any solid surface. The lines remain until either the stylus goes further than 30 ft from the writing, or until nightfall, whichever comes first.

A mirror one square foot in size, set in a silver frame. When a creature looks at this mirror, the reflection will move on it’s own and act in a flirtatious manner: fluttering its eyelashes, posing suggestively winking, and blowing kisses.

A narrow azure steel tube that sucks in air at one end, to blow it out the other.

A one liter clay teapot that fills itself with fresh hot green tea every morning at dawn. Any tea not consumes within eight hours completely evaporates.

A paintbrush that when used, turns any paint used with it a different Random Color with each stroke of the brush.

A pair of bone dice that emit maniacal laughter when shaken.

A pair of goggles that lets the bearer see the infra-red heat patterns that originate from plants and other vegetation only.

A pair of sturdy travel boots which reduce the weight of the bearer by five pounds when both are worn

A pair of wire and glass spectacles that make bearer invisible to themselves

A palm sized miniature of a duck, carved from ivory

A plush pillow with a silky red cover. Any creature of young age or small stature will be inexplicably attracted to this pillow.

A pouch containing a dozen carved wooden goblins figurines that fight each other when placed on a surface

A Randomly Colored handkerchief that automatically cleans itself and emanates a nice smell when used.

A remembrance locket that when opened creates a life sized illusion of an unknown person.

A rubber ball that screams and wails when it’s squeezed.

A shining steel hairpin. When affixed appropriately, the hair of the wearer cannot be soiled or sullied, the hairstyle withstanding even hail and storms

A silver and glass inkwell that cannot spill

A silver bracelet from which hang a number of charms carved from small gemstones. Each is decorated with a single rune (Fire, water, air, earth, dragon, angel, demon).

A silver rod that makes no noise when it strikes anything.

A single fishwood torch. It functions as a normal torch but requires no oxygen and can even burn underwater.

A small black cube that projects the image of a hand sized spider wandering around when placed on a level surface

A small bone disk that when squeezed, projects a life-sized illusion of a horse directly above it. The illusion remains until the disk is squeezed again and the illusion is always of the same dappled grey mare.

A small leather clutch purse containing a limited selection cosmetics and makeups that refills itself each dawn.

A small music box that plays by itself whenever someone holding it dances. The box always plays music that compliments the style of dancing the user is performing.

A small pot containing a sapling that never grows, but seems to dance when not watched. The sapling remains healthy even despite a total lack of sunlight, water or nutrients, but is damaged normally by fire or physical means.

A small pouch containing twenty cigarettes wrapped in a deep crimson paper that, when smoked, causes the user to exhale monstrously shaped smoke clouds.

A small pouch secured with rope wrapped around it and filled with a dozen individually cloth wrapped bronze coins. All are from different nations or kingdoms and have different designs. Each individually wrapped parcel is tied shut with string.

A small silver coffer set with three agates in a uneven triangle. The sides are sculpted to resemble tiger paws.

A small smooth river stone that may be absorbed into any point on the body and produced from another point at will.

A small spherical, brass astrolabe that automatically tracks the movements of the planes and other dimensions. It provides no useful information to those lacking a strong background in planar or dimensional geography.

A small velvet lined box of varnished walnut wood containing five hinged walnut shells, each have a miniature carved diorama inside. The carvings are intricate and incredible well detailed and would fetch a good price with the right collector assuming it remains in good condition.

A small wooden coffer containing a dire wolf’s withered tongue. This tongue tapers to a thin tip which is curved into a ladle-like form. When picked up a lapping sound can be heard and the tongue will pull the wielder toward anyone who is wounded in the nearby area.

A small, beautifully carved wooden fish. The fish is exquisitely detailed and obviously took a long time to craft. The sigil of a sea god is carved into its back.

A small, slim, featureless black rectangle of pliable, soft, but tough material. It tastes sweet but cannot be chewed (But can be easily gnawed upon without damage to teeth) or eaten. The flavor never runs out.

A smooth glass tube that emits a point of red light one inch in diameter and visible up to 30 feet.

A star shaped wooden pendant that sings whale songs when completely submerged in water.

A steel egg-shaped device that when squeezed, negates all odor within three feet of it for one minute, once per hour.

A steel hoop one foot across that automatically sharpens any blade passed through it as if the weapon had been worked with a whetstone, oil and skilled hands for five minutes.

A strange insect caught in a piece of amber. While in a person’s possession the owner slowly begins to see visions of crawling insects in his peripheral vision that disappear when looked at directly. The visions become more frequent and realistic the longer the trinket remains in his possession.  

A straw hat that changes the wearer’s hair color to blonde while it’s worn.

A strip of black cloth that, when wrapped around the eyes and head like a blindfold, causes the bearer to be unable to hear.

A stylus which writes in a different color depending on the user’s mood.

A supple wineskin, died a rich red-gold, with a polished maple drink spout. Water kept in this container tastes particularly wonderful.

A tattered cloak crafted from black wool with a blue silk liner. The bearer will perceive all other creatures as the opposite of their actual sex or gender. The illusion is not shown in any reflective surfaces and a mirror will show the bearer who they truly are.

A telescopic metal ten foot pole that collapses into a two foot cylinder

A thee-inch tall tornado that will spin in ever expanding circles unless held in the palm of a hand or in some sort of container. The force of its wind is equivalent to a light breeze.

A thick disk of iron and glass that, when pressed against flesh, instantly etches a tattoo of a black scorpion

A thick leather collar, plated in sections of silver, each inset with four small oval-cut sapphires. There is a large iron ring where the collar attaches

A thick wool cloak that Randomly changes color every day and is never the same two days in a row

A three-foot length of silken string that when given the command word, will coil around whatever it touches and grip it with one pound of force

A three-foot-long length of braided metal wire that rearranges itself into strange three-dimensional geometric forms every hour.

A three-inch high, solid gold statuette depicting the fell patron of a defunct evil cult. The statuette is incredibly old and has become worn and dented through the ages.

A three-inch-tall ceramic doll that dances when you clap.

A tiny brass clockwork cathedral that plays quiet organ music when wound

A tiny glass cube that distorts visibility within six inches around it.

A tiny intricately carved bone awl made for body piercing. The tool inflicts no pain when it pierces flesh

A toe ring made of gold-plated iron that is set with a marble claw. Around the base of the claw are a dozen pinhead-sized common cabochon cut topaz.

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RotG Jackrabbit Week: Royalty AU

Complete and pretty fluffy.

On AO3: Wingfic AU, Retail AU, Soulmarks, Royalty AU

Tradition

It was very traditional, the King would give them that.

The Pooka delegation stood confidently in the great hall. It was the second time they had made an official visit. The first had been largely a cultural exchange, with a great deal of focus on the library and sharing techniques between trades. The people had been fascinated. So sleek and elegant, despite the fur, one very quickly forgot how beast-like the Pooka initially seemed after speaking with them. They were also very intelligent. And courteous. The court hadn’t stood on high formality in a very long time, but the castle had rapidly snapped to attention and delighted in the opportunity to showcase their best during the half a year the first delegation had stayed. It had become obvious that stronger ties would soon be formed. Possibly even a proper alliance.

He really should have listened to his advisers when they emphasized how literal the Pooka were, however.

Because now he had a second delegation standing before him, blood seeping into the floor between them from where the severed head of the mighty Spurred Dragon lay. The creature had turned the Northeast into a wasteland a decade prior and been largely unassailable. Yet, here it was. The warrior who’d struck the killing blow was of the noble class, the Pooka being ruled by a collective of learned families, and was now requesting his due. The hand of one of the King’s heirs in marriage, forging the foundation for an ongoing alliance between kingdoms.

It had caused something of an uproar.

“Yes, but it’s a very old tradition and not generally-” one of the lawmakers was doing her best to talk the Pooka around. It didn’t seem to be having any effect.

“Is this not how Your Majesty’s great-grandparents were wed?” One of the Elders questioned the King directly, ears flicking in what seemed like annoyance.

“Oh it was,” he agreed and stood, courtiers and advisers scattering as he approached the Pooka. He came to stand before the presented warrior, noting that they were of almost equal height, save for the ears. A suspicion had begun to form in his mind. “I have several children. Will you be asking for the hand of one of my daughters?”

The warrior blinked quickly and hesitated.

Of course.

The King sighed and gestured at one of the pages, “Fetch Jack to the Chapel.” The smaller room off the Great Hall would give them a chance to speak in peace, instead of discussing family business in front of their guests.

However.

“I’m afraid I’ve missed your name,” he asked the dragon slayer.

“Aster, your majesty.”

“Aster. Please join me.” The Pooka in question glanced back and the Elder nodded. Good.

Crossing half the length of the room, the King led Aster to the Chapel and motioned for him to sit. The Pooka settled facing him, lean strength apparent beneath the green coat that he wore. His clothing bore touches of gold and embroidery, delicately done in an understated manner, the cut designed more for practicality than pageantry. Sensible. The Pooka didn’t make a spectacle of their wealth.

“My advisers cautioned me that Pooka were quite particular about details and words.”

“We can be, your majesty,” the warrior answered respectfully.  

“But in this instance, I think perhaps we have a different sort of understanding.”

Jack chose that moment to duck into the room, looking a wary until he caught sight of Aster and grinned. The King crossed his arms and turned a sour look on his youngest son.

“If you’d wanted to get married, Jack, you could have simply asked.”

“But this is so much better,” he answered gleefully, without bothering to deny his involvement, and turned to the Pooka. “And you brought back the whole head!”

Aster smiled at the prince, clearly trying not to look to smug about the accomplishment. The King couldn’t fault him for it. The dragon had eluded his best knights and he was happy to have it dead. The method, however...

“You don’t think this was a bit excessive? Your suitor could have been killed.”

“No way,” Jack shook his head confidently. “Aster hunts all sorts of things. He wanted to do it once he heard about the Dragon. I forgot about the marriage thing.”

“You didn’t know?” That wouldn’t do. He wasn’t about to force his son into marriage, alliance or no.

“We did talk about it,” Aster began tentatively, dropping the honorific. “The Elders brought it up when I told them I intended to hunt the beast. That it would be an ideal opportunity. I went right to Jack then, to warn him, because I wouldn’t have done it if I thought-”

“But I did, and I do, and he killed a Dragon, Dad! Come on!” Jack bounced on his feet. “We’ll have a long engagement, will that make you feel better? Then we can get married in the spring.”

“You’ll stay here, then?” Because that was the heart of the matter. Jack wasn’t first in line for the throne, but only a handful of people had travelled to the Pookan homeland so far. The King wasn’t prepared to send his youngest son off alone into the unknown. It was a long journey to make.

Jack rolled his eyes and seated himself next to his father as if reassure him, but it was Aster who spoke.

“That was the intention. My people were hoping to make a small settlement here as part of the marriage agreements, for trade and building the relationship between kingdoms.”

Which was all well and good, such an arrangement would be beneficial. Still, the Pooka was a warrior and Jack? The boy was a bit silly and light-hearted. Seeing his son’s open expression, so obviously delighted with the turn of events, the King felt that there must have been more to the Pooka. More than brute strength would have been required for his son to have become so readily enamoured with the warrior.

“What is it that you do when you aren’t slaying dragons, Aster?” The Pooka’s eyes went wide and he glanced at Jack, who nodded encouragingly.

“Well, mostly I paint.”

“Paint?”

“He’s an artist,” Jack supplied, as though his father were being rather slow. The King knocked him slightly with his shoulder.

“I’m aware of what painting is.” An artist who slayed dragons, well no wonder Jack was intrigued. “And you no doubt spent most of the last visit together, didn’t you?”

Jack nodded, unrepentant. He and a few of his sisters had been deeply enthralled by the Pooka. In hindsight, he should have expected Jack to find some sort of trouble to make.

“All right. If it’s what you want,” Jack nodded again emphatically, “a long engagement. We’ll hammer out the agreement and Aster, along with whoever else in the delegation wishes to remain, can overwinter here.”

“Yes!” Jack fairly well threw himself at his father, hugging him tightly. Aster stood and offered a much more restrained bow.

“Thank you, your majesty.”

“Hmph. At least one of you has manners,” he eyed his son, who only smirked in response. “Now, we have a more pressing matter to address.”

Both Aster and Jack looked at him questioningly.

“What the hell am I going do with a bloody great dragon’s head?” Jack’s laughter echoed all the way back into the Hall.