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dourpeep · 3 years

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IT WAS 2AM WHEN I SENT THAT SO I HELD BACK MY SIMPING FOR COLLEGE ALBEDO A LITTLE. tried not to send all my brainrot so I didn't just send a wall of text into your inbox LOL. Some others I thought of were:

- Mona giving astrology forecasts and compatibility readings in this au and Albedo may have asked her about the two of you

- Going to botanical gardens or museums with Albedo but for some reason it feels like a date even when it didn't intent to be. You tug on his sleeve now and then when you see something he might be interested in or even when it's something that excites you, and Albedo can't help but have a soft look in his eyes that he can share this moment with you! Somehow it results in the two of you holding hands - just so neither of you stray from each other of course - and eventually, intertwined fingers. You hear someone say that the two of you seem like a cute couple and you know Albedo heard it too, but neither of you say anything. You feel his hand squeeze yours a little tighter and respond in kind. The two of you are too embarrassed to look at each other but can't help the smiles on your faces.

- Lending Albedo some of your favourite books for pleasure reading and you've left tiny tabs on lines that you like. Perhaps this is before Albedo realizes his feelings so when he reads particularly romantic lines, he wonders if this is how he feels about you. Or did you mark these pages because you feel this way about someone? His stomach is in knots to the thought that you may be intrested in someone that isn't him and he settles for it just being prose.

WHAT YOU WROTE WAS SO CUTE AAA. THANK YOU FOR SIMPING FOR COLLEGE BEDO WITH ME!!

Tugging his hand and not letting go omg . . . you tend to just intertwine pinkies or play with his fingers absent-mindedly that Albedo becomes so accustomed to it so he starts to offer you his hands without a second thought.

WAIT. I gasped at Albedo being a cuddler. He's a little delirious when he first wakes up but you're so comfy that he hugs you a little tighter, asking if you've slept well. You try to reply while worrying about whether or not he can feel your heart thrumming in your chest.

What if Klee is staying with Albedo one night and the three of you fall asleep cuddled up together. Alice comes back early in the morning before any of you are awake and takes a picture. She sends it to Albedo later and he sets it as his phone's wallpaper.

Albedo staring at your lips winded me, thank you.

YES TO THE SWEATERS. I bet Albedo would have the softest and coziest sweaters too! Imagine it being a little cold out and you see Albedo across campus so you bound over to him and give him a hug. You nuzzle into him and mumble out a little 'hello' and say he's warm. You feel his laugh rumble through his chest while he greets you back, wrapping his arms around you

And I LOVE ALL YOUR HEADCANONS! I believe I found your blog around the time you posted Albedo's snort headcanon and it was too much for my heart!! I held tight to that headcanon and never let go lol. I also thought the science + college headcanons you had of him were really nice despite not being necessarily romantic!

Side note: I looked up that lobster fact and that's so cool!!

The Lobster Fact(tm) is my go-to ice breaker and it always fails. I'd imagine it's normally the same w/ Bedo OTL so sad...not many wish to know about potential lobster immortality.

I'm glad that you love the headcanons though!! I enjoy writing for Albedo so so much as you can tell ehe

That being said--if it makes you more comfy to send stuff in a few bursts of asks, I don't mind :DD I'll answer them as usual nodnod

OKIE DOKIE

"...Mona, yes?"

"Ah, I was expecting you to come around sooner or later, Kreideprinz."

Really, Albedo didn't mean to stumble upon the Astronomy major, but for some reason the thought of you has been on his mind and the campus' observatory just so happened to be on the way. With the meager hope that...maybe he'd find some sort of answer (in what, he wasn't really sure himself), there she was.

Luckily, she knew just what he was there for.

The moment that she twirls her hand with a wave, telling him that there isn't anything to worry about, the apprehension creeping within his chest at the thought of seeing you next-

disappeared.

It's not often that he turns to less orthodox methods, but he wouldn't lie. Knowing that--at least in Mona's opinion (which tended to be correct, anyway)--the two of you were undoubtly compatible? Something about how your constellations were intertwined...

In fact, Albedo turns a little theory around in his mind. Though based in old folktales, the idea that you gravitate towards those who are made of the very same stardust as yourself, suddenly made sense.

Or, perhaps he was just being hopeful.

Little does he know that you most definitely asked Mona about the same thing earlier that day.

AHHHHH BUT OF COURSE-

Any of those kinds of places--Botanical Gardens, Art Museums, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums in general--Any place where you're able to utterly lose yourself in your surroundings and look around in awe, really, are your go-to date outing destination!

Usually, it's just the two of you, maybe with Sucrose or Timaeus if it's for a particular class, as well as the occasional Klee in tow whenever Alice is busy with work.

But in this case, fingers interlocked, it's just the two of you on a impromptu trip to the art museum downtown after seeing a promotional banner about a new exhibit. Once inside, you rush along, Albedo trailing close behind with a light squeeze of your hand. The large area used for temporary exhibits isn't far from the entrance, so it's not long until you skid to a stop.

All along the walls are incredibly detailed oil paintings, the thin layered strokes glistening in the light. Albedo takes a moment to whisper to you about how oil paint works.

Due to the thinness of the paint and it's transparency, light passes through every carefully placed stroke, allowing for a unique sort of depth that isn't achievable with other painting media. You smile, the artificial light of the art exhibit making your features glow and Albedo can't help but wonder if you are like those paintings.

So complex, so carefully created in an image perfected with time. Your eyes search his and you say his name and Albedo clears his throat when he realizes he's been staring.

"Do you like this one?"

Ah, you must've assumed he took a liking to this particular painting.

His eyes shift back to it, taking in the sight of the balance of color, the composition, then back to you. He only stares a second longer before nodding.

Whether or not you realize the view he likes is you is something that he dwells on as you both make your way to the next painting.

If you had a penny for every time that someone comments on the way you compliment each other, you'd probably be able to pay off your tuition for next semester.

Okay, perhaps not, but the idea still stands.

You're only just at the end of the art exhibit when the security guard wishes the two of you a lovely date. Something about how young love is something to be treasured, something about how the two of you already seem so natural and comfortable in each other's presence.

Before you can mumble out an explanation, Albedo just squeezes your hand, gentle as always, and smiles.

It's a compliment, right? For someone to see how close you are, even if you really are just friends, is a good thing.

Ignoring the warmth that spreads over your cheeks, you smile and turn your head away shyly. Squeezing his hand back, the thought of what it'd be like if you were together crosses your mind.

Just as you lend books to him, he lends books to you. Surprisingly, this time it just so happens to be a poetry book--something that you expressed interest in a week ago but ended up not getting.

Within, he's left colorful notes with his neat, slanted writing.

Short discussions (presumably questions to himself) of what the poet must've been thinking, different possible scenarios, are peppered throughout the book. But one just so happens to catch your eye. Rather than a question, it's a statement. Simple, short, and...sweet.

'You carry the aura of the stars.'

The little yellow sticky note pasted beneath a love poem to the night sky stands out. Suppressing a flutter in your chest, you continue reading through the poem book with a few giggles at Albedo's musings until you find a note with most of the words crossed out.

It's entirely unlike him, the way that the dark ink scribbled over the words, making them illegible.

But at the bottom was a continued attempt--one you presume he was satisfied with by the way it lay pristine on the colorful paper.

'You look. I fail to speak.

Your mind, so brilliant as it is I wish to see behind To further appreciate the one I love.

I can only hope one day you shall let me in, So for now I wait patiently by your side.'

Who could he have written this for? You can't help but stare at the poetic attempt, knowing full well that Albedo seldom does something without meaning.

The book closes and you tuck it back on the shelf to ask about later.

AAAAA YESYESYESYES I LOVE THAT CUDDLE PILE W/ ALBEDO AND KLEE

Even though Albedo's a grade A student and certified genius (he's adamant in his denial, shaking his head and mumbling about how he just studies hard), he's not entirely a stickler for rules.

Well, that is, Aunt Alice's suggestion that Klee goes to bed by 9.

Instead, the three of you settle in the common room of Albedo's place in a bundle of pillows and blankets at the demands of a pillow fort.

The tv blinks on accompanied by the near silent click of the remote.

"What should we watch?"

Klee always ends up picking the movie. This time, she wants Alice in Wonderland, commenting on how the bunny is like her best friend Dodoco and the blonde girl on screen is named after mommy. Albedo doesn't bother correcting her, even though he knows quite well that dear, sweet Dodoco is a chinchilla.

Between sips of juice and a few mouthfuls of popcorn, the three of you fall asleep, Klee curled up besides you and Albedo's arm draped over you both.

Even when the sun is up in the sky, you sleep peacefully.

So, naturally, Aunt Alice has a spare key just in case something like this happens.

Immediately she's met with the sweetest view--her two kids (she's practically adopted Albedo as her own at this point) and--

Hiding a cheeky smile behind her hand, Alice can't help but sneak a little closer when she spies the way that you and Albedo somehow gravitated closer, his face buried in your hair and yours resting against his collar. Wedged between you with tousled hair, Klee snoozes peacefully.

She snaps a picture, followed by another, and another, and a fourth for good measures before meandering into the kitchen to prep something for breakfast.

Might as well let her three favorite people enjoy the comfort of sleep for a little longer...

You wake up the moment that Klee wiggles her way out of the blankets, nuzzling against the warmth radiating under your cheek.

Nice and cozy. Smells nice...wait.

Eyes fluttering open, you're met with a familiar birthmark and the nearly gone scent of Albedo's cologne.

You nearly pull away until the arm, now wrapped around your waist, pulls you closer accompanied by a satisfied sigh. Ah. You shut your eyes tight when you realize that Albedo's going to be asleep for at least another thirty minutes, resigning to your fate gladly.

Of course, Alice takes the opportunity to snap a few more pictures when you've finally fallen back asleep.

YES ALSO ALSO

Speaking of Albedo and sweaters and warm and also the just mentioned cologne. A little fun tidbit--not only are you familiar with the scent of his cologne because he wears it often, but it (in this au) is actually one that you picked out some time back. You probably were at the store together smelling some of the perfumes when you came across one that you were pleasantly surprised by.

Specifically, something that's lightly floral, a little warm but sweet with a hint of earthiness.

The pros? It fits Albedo perfectly! It also kinda sticks well and his place faintly smells of it.

The cons?? Well...you're embarrassed to say that hugging Albedo tends to drag on a little longer than anticipated because it's just such a comforting scent-

Not because you associate it with Albedo or anything-

Ehe

Man I really went to town again, didn't I?? Well, I'm glad that you enjoy my headcanons :DDD Albedo just seems like such a sweet person??? Like endearing in a way that just is...him. If that makes sense.

Brain go brrrrrr

I'll admit that my favorite headcanons for Bedo are mundane and domestic ones though! Like these! Just the little moments where there's nothing really going on except for him and you and ahhhh yesyesyes

Okay that's all-

#anon asks #albedo #albedo headcanons #genshin impact albedo #albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fics #genshin impact drabbles #modern au #college au #modern au albedo

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lumilasi · 2 years

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Hi, I love your fics so much!! They're amazing!!! I don't comment a whole lot bcs Im bad at it I wish I knew what to say ;;;

Do u have tips or something for comments? Like what authors would like? IDK if this is a weird question but I thought a writer would maybe know how dafaq to do this ahaha IDK sorry if Im bothering u or smth

Aww thank you! Glad you like them C: and no, you’re not being a bother at all!

Haha I don’t blame you, figuring out what to say in comments is kind of tricky! I know because I always try to leave comments when I read something; since I’m a writer too I get why not getting feedback can be incredibly demotivating. Kudos and hits are ultimately just numbers, whereas comments can make writers go ’yes, this thing is actually worth posting, actual people are enjoying it!’. At least the other writers I’ve spoken to have all shared this sentiment, so I’d figure it’s pretty universal feeling? Of course I can’t know how every writer thinks, but this would make sense to me haha!

Not saying non-writers wouldn’t realize this too btw, but I guess it might be the easiest to see when you are kinda ’in it’ so to say? I dunno how to put this sorry lmao OTL

(Side note; I wonder if I’ve seen a post about commenting tips or if this has been asked from me before? This feels vaguely familiar lmao.)

So, uhh yeah. I guess I could share some of the basic ’comment ideas’ or whatever I use when I myself comment on the few fics I still read? You can do whatever you want with how you comment, but maybe these could help coming up with what to say? They help me at least cuz yeah, commenting is hard sometimes!

You Could....

1. Bring up the parts you especially liked in the chapter you commented on, or the story so far in general; this gives the author a good idea what is working in the story. You can type this out freely or just basically quote the parts from the fic (latter is probs easier haha)

2. Maybe theorize a little where things might be going. You might either guess somewhat correctly - meaning the breadcrumbs we’ve left are working yes - or maybe even give the author something to think about they hadn’t thought of before. (The amount of times readers have pointed stuff out to me that kinda makes sense that I didn’t think of, is kinda funny.) This one can be hard to do I admit, but I figured I’d still throw this in there; these are just comment ideas like said, to maybe help you come up with what to say!

3. Express the emotion the chapter made you feel, whenever it made you sad/happy/etc. You can for example, express this humorously, like all those people shaking their fists at me for making them sad over AFO in FS lmao (sorry, I’m mainly using examples from my own fics because I don’t really go reading other people’s fic comments heh) or just go ’I’m crying in the club rn’ or something (a phrase I’ve also seen commenters use hehe)

4. Maybe you can comment about what you think of the character’s actions in the specific chapter/some overall part of the story? If you think they’re being a dumbass or if you’re glad they did what they did. This I guess can be tricky because you can’t know as the reader what the author’s intent fully is, but comments like these can still be fun/interesting to read! Sometimes it gives me an incline I need to clarify something if too many people are getting confused by it lmao (thankfully this is super rare, but it has happened. There was one extreme case of me deciding to rewrite an entire chapter because one comment from a reader made me alarmed enough that the vibes in that chapter were badly off. It was just this one person who seemed to notice it, but after they pointed it out I couldn’t unsee it so I rewrote the whole thing lmao)

5. Maybe lightheartedly roast a character who is doing something dumb in the story? I roast characters I write myself in author notes sometimes hehe

6. Just simple ’I love this,’ ’this is great,’ etc. Can be more than enough if you dunno what else to put there!

So yeah. Those are few things I can think of to maybe help you come up with what to say?

I know it can still be difficult to type anything down (especially if you are more of a shy/anxious person, it can be intimidating for sure!) but it is worth it! Not only are you brightening an authors day, but you are helping them to stay motivated to provide you the story you enjoy reading. Even if not every comment gets responded to (I try to respond to most of them personally, but even I don’t always do that, purely because I might not know what to say, ironically lmao) they all get read in all likeness.

This is all ofc written from my perspective, these are the kind of comments I feel are probably the most common kind out there.

#answered anon #comment tips #or whatever I should call this #IDK #I hope this can help you somewhat to come up with what to say #I know how hard it can be lmao #so at least for me it helps to have some basic ’types’ to fall on so to speak #ao3 stuff #ao3 writer #AO3 #Comment ideas

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duckiee-the-ducky · 3 years

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Scent: Errorink Fanfic

original “Scent” by @lemonadebytrade

Key: (M)=Mind (W)=Whisper (G)=Grumble/Growl (S)=Shout

Error closed his eyes taking in the wonderful scent.

He never smelt anything like it. The smell warmed his body and provided him with extra comfort. Error loved the smell of Ink. For multiple reasons, actually;

It reminded him of all his good memories.

He always wanted to be around it.

It told many great stories.

Comforted him in his weakest times.

It also meant, Ink was there.

Ink looked at Error and gave a small smile.

Ink: Comfy?

Error opened his eyes and realized what position he was in.

Error: Uh... yeah..?

Ink chuckled. He thought Error was very cute when he was being shy, even though they’re married.

Ink: Really? You don’t sound too sure of yourself-

(S)Error: -I am sure! ...Uh...

Error blushed and looked away. Ink couldn’t help but smile.

Ink: Wanna get something to eat before we hit the hay?

Error’s soul ached with hunger. He, very much so, wanted food, but he also didn’t want to move. He didn’t want the sensation to end so quickly. Error did not respond, but tightened his grip on Ink.

Ink: Error? You okay?

Error nodded, still not willing to respond with speech. Ink patted Error’s head.

Ink: You know, you can do this while we’re going to sleep. We sleep in the same bed, silly.

Error blushed, embarrassed. He didn’t think of that. He slowly let go and sat up straight. Ink could see his face clearly now. Error was still blushing, but he was pouting too.

Ink: Just so you know, you look adorable when you pout-

Error: SHUT UP!

Error was flustered.

The skeletons went to the kitchen and started making sandwiches. They were easy to make. Error started spreading mayonnaise on Ink’s sandwich. Ink left to go get something. Error didn’t like that.

(M) Error: Ink just got home after a long trip and now he’s gone again...

He really missed Ink. Error didn’t ever want him to leave again, but here we are.

Error sometimes thought, in the depressing, dark depths of his mind, that Ink wasn’t happy with him. That Ink didn’t love him anymore. That’s why he left. It hurt Error to think about it, so he pushed it back farther.

He noticed he was shaking... and sweaty. He quickly put the half-made sandwich down and hurried to the bathroom.

Ink rummaged through his belongings looking for the present he got for his sweet Error.

Ink: Mn.. where... is ... it?!

He couldn’t find it.

Ink was crestfallen. Where did he put it? Error was waiting on him, he had to find it! Ink continued to rummage through his stuff once more.

Ink hit something in the very bottom of his bag; this was it. He found it! He pulled the gift up to the surface. A cloth. Just a cloth.

Ink was excited to give this to Error.

He rushed out of the room and into the kitchen. A half-made sandwich was on the table.

Ink: Error?

No response.

Ink walked back to the living room. He wasn’t there.

The bedroom. Not there either.

He came to the bathroom door. He tried turning the knob, it was locked.

Ink: Error? Are you in there?

Error froze. He quickly wiped the tears from his eye sockets. His voice was shaky.

Error: Y-yes. I-I’m fine.

Ink could hear the sadness in his voice. He became serious.

Ink: Open the door Error.

Error didn’t want to open the door. His face was still wet from tears and he didn’t want to look at Ink right now. The disgusting thought hurt too much.

Ink: Open the door or I’ll come in myself.

Error knew disaster would happen if he didn’t open the door now. He dried his face as much as possible and opened the door slowly. The creaking of the door made him dread it even more. hey that rhymed

Ink and Error stood face to face with one another. It was painful for both of them.

Ink didn’t like seeing Error sad.

Error was on the brink of crying again.

Ink’s face softened.

Ink: Error, what’s wrong?

He gently put his hands on Error’s arms. Error pushed them away. It felt as if Error shot string right through his soul, maybe even worse than that.

Ink: Wait... Are you mad at me? Please tell me what I did wrong! I’ll make it up to you! ...Error?

Hot tears were streaming down Error’s face. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

(W) Error: I-Ink..? Do...D-Do you still love me..?

Ink was dumbfounded at the question. He cupped his hands around Error’s face.

Ink: Why would you ask that? You know the answer!

Error tried to pull it together but, it was just too hard. He continued to hiccup and sniff.

Error: I-I... I feel like... like you l-left because of m-me...

It felt as if another string pierced through Ink’s soul. Why did Error feel this way..?

Ink pulled Error into a big hug. Error wrapped his arms around Ink’s neck.

(W)Ink: Error... I would never leave because of you... I love you so much and don’t you ever think otherwise! Now... just... let it out, okay?

Error stood there for a moment taking in the wonderful scent again. He remembered the first time he met Ink.

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It was rainy day. It was the very first day of middle school. Error was walking in wet shoes and wearing nothing but his hoodie and shorts. Error sighed.

(G)Error: What a great way to start off middle school...

(S)???: Hey!! Wait up!!

Error turned his head around to see a skeleton, with a colorful umbrella, splashing through the puddles towards him.

Error: Ugh...

Error walked faster, but the skeleton caught up with him anyways.

Error: What do you want, weirdo?

???: I was wondering if you want to share my umbrella? My name’s Ink by the way. What’s yours?

Error stared at Ink in annoyance.

Error: Noneya.

Ink: Noneya?

Error: None-ya-business.

Ink stared at Error for a moment. He busted out laughing. Error rolled his eye lights and continued to walk. Ink wiped a fake-tear away.

Ink: I like you, you’re funny. Wanna be friends, Noneya?

Error glared at Ink.

Error: Not even in another lifetime.

He continued walking. Ink walked with him.

(S)Error: Would you go away already?!

Ink looked shocked at Error. He then looked at his feet and let Error walk ahead.

(M)Error: Ugh, finally. That idiot is leaving me alo-

Error slipped on a puddle and fell face first onto the ground. After that, it mostly just darkness.

Error slowly opened his eyes. Pain pierced through his skull.

Error: Ugh... ow...

Ink: Oh! You’re awake! Thank goodness.

Error froze.

(M)Error: That voice... oh no...

He looked to where the voice came from. Just as he thought; It was Ink. Error slouched down in the nurse bed.

Ink: How are you feeling?

Error didn’t respond.

Ink looked at him for a moment.

Ink: I... was gonna wait to ask you this, but... do you remember me?

Error looked at Ink, confused.

Error: I’m pretty sure I would remember an idiot like you.

Ink sighed.

Ink: I guess you don’t, huh? Well... maybe this will jog your memory?

Ink pulled out a folded up piece of paper. He unfolded it and it had a picture of two people holding hands in the center. One of them looked kinda like Error, and the other looked like...

Error: Squid..?

Ink gleamed with happiness.

Ink: You do remember! Haha! I missed you, Glitchy.

Error’s eyes grew wide. He hadn’t seen him in 7 years. They went to the same daycare when they were 4. Ink was his best friend.

Error sat up and hugged him. The vaguely familiar scent of his 4-year-old best friend came back to him. It warmed his soul.

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Error was crying again, but smiling too.

Ink: Let’s go sit down, okay, Ruru?

Ink gave a soft smile.

Error: Heh heh, okay, Kiky.

They walked to there bedroom, hand in hand, completely forgetting about dinner. Ink sat Error down on the bed.

Ink: I have something for you.

Ink cupped his hands around Error’s face and wiped his tears away with his thumbs. Error loved it when he did that.

Error: Okay...

Ink pulled out the cloth.

Ink: Here.

He handed it to Error.

Error: A cloth..? Are you serious?

Error looked at Ink and cocked an eyebrow.

Ink: Yes. Turn it over.

Error turned the cloth over and on the back it read; My love for you will always be by your side. Hold onto me forever, until we die together. -Kiky

Error read it over and over again.

Ink: This may sound a bit weird but, smell it.

Error glanced at Ink, then back at the cloth. He held it up to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled just like Ink. Error quickly looked back at Ink.

Error: It smells like...

Ink: Me. Now you’ll have a piece of me wherever you go... and you can give me my sweater back.

Error wrapped his arms around Ink again.

Error: I love it... Thank you, Kiky... I love you...

Ink embraced him back.

Ink: I love you too, Ruru...

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The End

~for now!~

For @lemonadebytrade:

Thank you so much for inspiring me to write this fanfiction! Since you do such a good job on all of yours, I decided to make a sequel to my favorite short story, Scent. I wanted to add a little bit of that Error sadness because I feel like Error would feel that way. I also decided to add a flashback because you added a flashback- double flashback?? whatttttt?? Also, their first meeting in the daycare was sorta based off of Momma CQ because Ink and Error first met at a daycare there too. I really hope you like it. I didn’t want to put too much romance-romance because there are real problems in a real marriage in real life. You portrayed that well in the original too. While I was writing this, 90% of the time I was saying “Poor Lil’ Error-” ;-; Errorink might be the death of me OTL ciao~

#errorink #errink #errorsans #inksans #error sans #ink sans #error and ink #lemonadebytrade #fanfic #scent #modern au #owo #I hope you like my PG fanfic xD #for lemonadebytrade

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luhanvirus · 3 years

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Nothign to fix

In which Wei Wuxian attempted to kill his brother-in-law for knocking up his baby brother.

N/A: Idk what I’m doing, I just wanted to read overprotective Wei Wuxian. Mention of male pregnancy. (Edited, sorry I was sleepy when I wrote this, OTL)

For the #CultivaTober2020, another Xicheng story with trans!JC that no one asked me.

Day 25: Alcohol

"Please, tell me that you used a condom last time we had sex.”

Xichen would like to answer, but he doesn’t remember anything because he was drunk in Wangji’s wedding and his silence only seemed to add fuel to the volatile bolts in the apricot eyes before him.

Honestly, he doesn't know why Wanyin looked like he want to murder him. They had sex a few of times before and he never did a big drama about it.

Unless he mean...

“I... Wait, did I give you a STD?”

Xichen flinches at the thought of even himself having a STD, should he call to his last sex partners??

That’s why Wanyin was mad?

“This is worse than crabs”, Wanyin crossing his arms. “You knocked me up asshole!!”

Xichen was shocked at the news.

Xichen’s mind was a mess full of questions that begged to be asked, but he couldn’t even focus to form a coherent sentence because this whole conversation didn’t seemed to have any sense to him.

Did he knocked up Jiang Wanyin?

He was going to have a child in less than nine months...

What?

“Excuse me if I sound rude, but how are you even pregnant? You’re a man.”

Wanyin narrowed his eyes, thinking hard before to chose to share some information to illuminate Lan Xichen. “Long short story. I- I’m a trans male, I don’t have a lower surgery yet and I wasn’t supposed to be having sex with anyone before the surgery.”

Xichen didn’t knew what to do with that information.

Half of him was relieved that Jiang Wanyin only had sex with him, but the other half was ashamed for being so careless.

Was he that drunk that he didn’t noticed something like that the five times that they had sex?

“So, it's mine.”

Wanyin nodded, blushing a little as he showed him three different pregnancy tests.

All the tests were positive.

“I’m sorry, Wanyin. I- I don't know how to fix this.”

“Who said nothing about fixing anything?”

“But you...”

Jiang Wanyin sighed deeply.

“It’s not like it’s all your fault, I didn’t communicate my own boundaries when I consented to have sex with you”, Wanyin cooled down and he didn’t have that murder look in the eyes anymore. “Look, I’m not asking you to marry me or something like that, but we need to figure out how to make this work for the kid.”

“We will figure something, don’t felt pressured.” Xichen was glad to know that Wanyin referred to their child as the kid and not as an unwanted thing that must be aborted soon. “I’m taking responsibility.”

“Good to know, I wouldn’t want to sue you or you family for maintenance” he says, easing after listening his answer.

“You don’t have to, it’s my child too. I want to be part of their life.”

“Good, because I was wondering if you would join me on my first appointment next Wednesday” Wanyin blurted out of his mind, . “Only if you have the time, of course.”

“Sure, where it is?”

“In Yunmeng clinic at five.”

Yunmeng was too far away from Caiyi, thought Xichen. “Okay, send me the location and I would be there.”

“Really?”

“Of course, they will be my firstborn. I can’t miss it!” he says, enjoying the soft smile in Wanyin’s lips.

Wanyin looked better with a smile on his face.

“Anyways, I’m not letting you drink alcohol around me anymore” Wanyin clarifies. “One child is enough for me.”

. 　 · ✦

Xichen came at the main house with a radiant smile on his face after Wanyin’s appointment. According to the doctor, his baby was healthy and uncle Qiren didn’t died when he told him the news and showed him the ultrasound.

He watched the video of the baby’s heartbeat that he recorded, thinking about the lullabies that he will make for his child.

He felt inspired today.

Perhaps he could start to improve a little.

The thing was that Xichen was thinking about musical notes when he went to the kitchen for some cold water and then he saw at his brother-in-law with knife in the hand, smiling. But there was no joy in his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I got the news this morning, so I’m cooking something to celebrate tonight!”

For an unknown reason, Xichen had a bad feeling.

Wangji never let his husband go near the kitchen without supervision because he can’t cook without killing you in the process and now Wei Wuxian was telling him that he was cooking something with the same crazy look in the eyes that he had last year when Jiang Yanli announced that she was expecting, like he would kill someone. Preferently Jin Zixuan.

But this time, it felt like he wanted to kill him instead of Jin Zixuan.

Never mind, don’t assume things. He tell to himself.

Xichen smiled before to ask:

“Sorry, but what are we celebrating this time?”

“Really, brother Xichen? You have the nerve to ask me that when you were the one that knocked up my baby brother on my wedding party?”

Wei Wuxian was cutting vegetables, fiercely.

“It could have been anyone that night! Why did you have to chose him?”

Xichen gulped as he stepped back a few paces, putting all the prudent distance that he could get between Wei Wuxian and him without looking rude.

“It just happened.”

“Just happened my ass, you were lurking my baby brother a long time. Didn’t you? Then you got the balls to fuck him that night!”

Xichen felt offended, he wasn’t that kind of person. “I wasn’t the first time we fucked!”

Wei Wuxian looked him, astonished.

How you dare??

“Say your last words”, he said as he pointed him with the knife and started to approach.

“Wei Wuxian, take off that knife!”

“Start to pray to someone, Lan Xichen!”

Xichen started to run out of the kitchen. He couldn’t die, not now that he had his own little family to care off.

He wants to hold his tiny son or daughter in his arms.

“You can’t kill me, I’m your brother-in-law!!”

“Can’t I?” Wei Wuxian questioned, with a ‘oh just look at me’ expression on the face.

“If you kill me, Wanyin will be a single parent and Wangji will be sad.” Argued Xichen, taking a good distance between him and Wangji’s husband through a sofa. He didn’t wanted to fight with his brother-in-law. “How would you face my child when they asks for his dead parent??”

Wei Wuxian doubted.

That seemed to be a good argument and he can’t argue with that logic. Damned Xichen! He was a smarted thinker.

“Okay, you have a fucking point. But it wouldn’t kill you if I cut your dick.”

“That wouldn’t change anything!”

“Yeah, but I will feel better!”

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The “Two” of Us ; Bakugou x Reader Songfic

An anoni requested this a while back, and now here we are ^v^ I was really nervous about it, but @queensynderella was so kind as to beta read this for me! Many, many thanks to you, Allie! Sincerely! I literally wouldn’t have posted it otherwise because I was so nervous OTL

Warning: Slight language (Kacchan swears like twice), kinda sorta sad/angsty but kinda sorta fluffy!

Song: “Two” by Sleeping at Last

Edit because i’m a silly bean and forgot word count: 1,671 words

Sweetheart, you look a little tired

You could faintly hear the sound of rain pattering against your windows, flicking through the channels on TV and trying to find something to watch. Even shows you’d normally enjoy weren’t appealing. You’d pick up your phone and try to find entertainment on it if it weren’t for the articles strewn everywhere about Bakugou Katsuki, the pro hero with an infamous temper and a volatile quirk. You knew him as something entirely different. Someone you could go to for a good cry, or someone who could cheer you up by just being around. He was also someone who had his own feelings, too. It wasn’t uncommon, as a hero, for him to feel down and unappreciated for the things he does, the things he sacrifices for the public.

Lighting struck and thunder soon followed, and while the sudden boom gave your heart and body a fright, it was probably the twelfth time you’d heard it in the past hour. Needless to say, you couldn’t bring yourself to think about it. Although, you did hope not to lose power.

A knock at your door nearly made you jump out of your skin, though, and you jumped up to go answer it. The knock had been loud but... weak somehow.

When did you last eat? Come in and call yourself right at home Stay as long as you need

You looked through the peephole and instantly your fingers were fumbling with the locks and doorknob to let the unexpected visitor in, your brows furrowing out of concern all the while. As soon as the door is open, he lets himself in without a word.

Tell me, is something wrong? If something’s wrong, you can count on me You know I’ll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat

“Katsuki, are you alright?” you ask, watching him kick off his shoes. He pauses at your question for probably a second or two, then shrugs.

“I’ll be fine. Long day at work, ya know?”

It’s okay if you can’t find the words Let me take your coat And this weight on your shoulders

He begins to shrug off his coat, but you jump in and help him, taking it and hanging it on the rack as he makes his way to your living area. You knew damn good and well that “I’ll be fine” meant “I’m not fine right now, but I don’t want to worry you because I just want it to pass.” It was better than when he would cover and say he’s fine, which was initially a bad habit you lectured him on who knows how many times. You eventually got him to be more honest up front. You wanted to help him, give him everything, but he wouldn’t let you.

You follow him to the couch and sit next to his left as he picks up your new habit of flicking through channels mindlessly. You sit close to him and wrap your arm around his while resting your cheek on his shoulder, but he doesn’t react.

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you with every single thing I have

You considered pushing him into the shower while you ran a hot bath for him, or possibly getting food for him to eat, be it home cooked or take-out. But you knew he wouldn’t be quick to accept being coddled or spoiled.

Like a tidal wave, I’ll make a mess Or calm waters, if that serves you best I will love you without any strings attached

He stopped at a news channel - at least it looked like one, until you read the phrase “Bakugou Katsuki. Pro Hero name: Ground Zero. Ill-Tempered Hero, or Soon-To-Be-Villain?” A lump developed in your throat and you felt him tense before the TV screen went black.

“They did this shit in high school, and they just don’t wanna let it go. Assholes!” he hissed, setting the remote down on the coffee table roughly. “So what if I yell sometimes? Yeah, I get mad. Who doesn’t!”

Ah, that must be it. Articles, headlines, and gossip like that had suddenly began circulating recently, but despite that you hoped he’d ignore it or wouldn’t happen to see. Apparently he has.

“What they say doesn’t matter,” you say, not matching his volume yet voice remaining firm, “You know why? They’re only looking for a good headline and online attention. It’s all money, no matter who they have to degrade.”

It’s okay if you can’t catch your breath You can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.

Katsuki finally looked at you, and you sat upright to give him a gentle grin. It had crossed his mind countless times whether or not they’d brought you into their little mess, or if they had harassed you with interview requests. He knew undoubtedly that it bothered you, too, being his lover. You were right - what they said didn’t matter much - albeit it was extremely frustrating - but that did. Katsuki knew by your texts throughout the day that something was off-centre about you.

I know exactly how the rule goes Put my mask on first No, I don’t want to talk about myself

But you’d put his feelings first. You were always griping at him about his feelings, yet you put yours on the back burner for him.

Tell me where it hurts I just want to build you up, build you up ‘Til you’re good as new One day I will get around to fixing myself, too

The pro hero before you leaned in to give a tiny, almost shy kiss to your forehead before resting his hand on the back of your neck to pull you in further. His chin rested atop your head, his hand remaining on your nape still. “Hey, tell me. And be honest. It bothers you, doesn’t it?” he queried hoarsely. ‘Tell me where it hurts,’ he thought.

“I’d be lying if I said no, obviously.” You fumbled with your thumbs, trying to find the right words, while he leaned back to look you in the eyes. “It bothers me that they paint you as a demonic hero or villain in-the-making, because I know you’re neither of those things. But at the same time, it doesn’t bother me because I know you’re not like that. Does that make sense? I don’t think it-“

He interrupted you with an uncharacteristically sweet and calm kiss, albeit a short one, and then pulled back with a minuscule appreciative grin. “I get it, idiot.”

“Okay, I wasn’t done!” you protest, wriggling your nose. “It doesn’t bother me that much because I also know that you’re constantly putting yourself at risk and endangering your life. And for civilians who are sometimes quicker to be afraid of you than they are to thank you, at that.”

Katsuki’s face drops and he’s quick to look away, but you run your fingers through his spiky hair anyway as he lets you go on.

“I know heroes get a lot of publicity and fan clubs, but they don’t seem to care about the hero’s mental and physical well-being very often,” you continue. “Not many take the hero’s feelings into consideration, which is why articles and whatnot trashing them are frustrating.”

The look on his face hasn’t changed from downtrodden much, and for a second you think you’re making him feel worse. Because he knows you’re right. Being a hero can be thankless work sometimes.

I don’t even know where to start Already tired of trying to recall when it all fell apart I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well I just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself

“I’m telling you this because I do,” you say, your voice almost a whisper and breathy. “I know you better than anyone, and I know you’re human just like the rest of us, with human emotions. I know you didn’t become a hero just to get praise and attention.”

He finally looks back at you, and you smile wide, letting the gesture and the fond look in your eyes emphasize what you’ll say next. But you won’t say anything before your hand is dotingly caressing his cheek, your thumb grazing his cheekbone. “I know you’ll do whatever you can to save someone, and above all that, I know I love you so much.”

It’s almost as if your mere words blew the weight off his shoulders when they sink and his posture relaxes. “Thank you,” seems to be all he can bring himself to say.

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached And what a privilege it is to love A great honor to hold you up

Katsuki shakes his head, clearly not at you, and shows you a soft, almost barely there smile. “I love you...

“Idiot.”

“Hey!” You slap his arm at the “insult,” and he chuckles at the contact.

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss

The two of you just sat there, listening to the rain and thunder and ignoring the bright flashes of light coming through the window. All that exists in the world, in this moment, is you and Katsuki. The two of you as one.

I will love you with every single thing I have Like a tidal wave, I’ll make a mess

Katsuki brings you close to his chest, a slight warmth emanating off his body.

Or calm waters, if that serves you best I will love you without any strings attached

You accept and reciprocate the embrace without hesitation, sighing into his shirt.

“I’m always gonna love you, no matter what. Got that, Kacchan?”

I will love you without any strings attached

“I do, as long as you know that I’m always gonna love you, y/n.”

#mha #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #fic #songfic #angst #comfort / fluff #little bit o this little bit o that...

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Notes for The Vanishing Prince: Chapter Nine

Yay, Chapter Nine is finally posted! As I mentioned over on Ao3, I’ve been looking forward to sharing this one for a loooong time. I don’t have much to share in the way of cultural notes, but I still had some pretty big things I wanted to talk about… Like info about the mental health topics from the therapy scene, plus a ton of rambling about things I’ve been researching and/or planning for a while. So if that’s something you’re interested in, well… enjoy? //laughs

As always, I updated the Pinterest inspiration board with images inspired by the new chapter. (I actually did that last month, which was when I originally intended to post the chapter before my schedule fell apart… So anyone who was checking the board during that time got an accidental sneak peak of what was coming next. Oops? ^^;) You can check the board out here.

And with that, on to the notes!

Cut for a writer babbling on and on about mental health research, references to earlier events in the series, and also violins (!!) …

Akashi’s Childhood Friendships

So the first scene of Chapter Nine features a headcanon of mine that has been popping up throughout the series… Which is that when Akashi started going to school, he attended a private elementary school that mainly catered to elite, wealthy families and their children. He was generally encouraged to spend time with his classmates, rather than seeking friends elsewhere, and he never made any close friends from a different social “class” until he started going to Teikou. (Which he joined specifically because he asked his mother if he could go somewhere that was different from his elementary school.)

As this chapter reveals, he never told his father about the friends he ended up making through basketball, because of the values he was modeled earlier in life. This was actually brought up alllll the way back in The Fast Train to Kyoto. (Though it was pretty vague!) In fact, Akashi referenced it in the very first scene:

Maybe it was the echoes of his father’s voice inside his head, just another series of frosty words he ached to forget:

“It is not for an Akashi to associate with just anyone. Your time is valuable, Seijuurou, and so is your reputation. See that you don’t waste it, on trivial pursuits, or persons unworthy of your stature.”

Akashi cringed. ‘Persons unworthy of his stature? What a ridiculous idea. Everyone he had ever known who had made his life worthwhile, had no particular wealth or rank to speak of. (With the crucial exception of his mother.) He had long ago discarded this principle of his father’s as nonsense.

I also explained the backstory with his elementary school and his struggle to make friends in a lot more detail in Chapter Three of Fast Train. (As well as why he decided to go to Teikou, and how he started making friends there, particularly Midorima.)

That aspect of his childhood turned out to be pretty important in the series, so I thought it was worth mentioning that Akashi did talk about it before… Especially since those early values still affect how he sees his friendships, plus it’s one of the reasons why he’s been trying to keep those friends as separate from his home life as possible. (Until Furihata came along and wanted to sleep over at his house, and he just couldn’t say no to his BFF, apparently? //laughs)

Attachment Theory, Disorganized Attachment, and Dissociation

So, uh… I’m not qualified to talk about any of this, like, at all. //laughs That being said, I’ll start with a big disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional, or an expert about this subject in any way whatsoever. So if anything I say doesn’t make sense or I get any of the details wrong, I sincerely apologize in advance! This is just based on the research I’ve done and some first-person accounts I’ve read over the years. As a non-expert, I find a lot of psychology theory to be difficult to research in general… Since a lot of the science is still being studied and verified, and things are becoming outdated all the time.

Okay, so with all that being said… In this chapter, Akashi’s psychiatrist brings up a theory in psychology called attachment theory. If you’d like to learn the basics of how it started, the Wikipedia article has a decent overview of the initial studies. Basically, the theory has to do with the idea that children bond with their primary caregiver (stereotypically the mother, but it doesn’t have to be) either successfully or unsuccessfully, based on how the caregiver responds to the child’s needs. A child who bonds with their caregiver in a healthy, successful way is said to be “securely” attached, while an unhealthy bond is an “insecure attachment.”

From there, it gets more complicated… There are a few different types/forms of insecure attachment, and these types can be classified in different ways, depending on the study. (There’s also something called “attachment style,” which from what I can tell is an idea inspired by attachment theory, that adults will have a general style of bonding that originates from their main caregiver bond in childhood. This idea is often used to help adults work through issues in their adult relationships.) For example, there’s generally an “anxious” form of attachment where the child is overly scared and tends to cling to their caregiver if they try to leave, out of fear that they won’t get the care they need. Then there’s an “avoidant” type where the child tends to push the caregiver away or ignore them, and can seem very apathetic and independent. (Even though they’re actually just as scared on the inside of not being cared for as an “anxious” child.)

As you can imagine, there are a lot of theories about why this happens, and what exactly in the caregiving process could contribute to it. What’s more, some children display both anxiety and avoidance… A form of this is called “disorganized attachment.” As Akashi’s psychiatrist explains, this describes a behavioral pattern where the child clings to their caregiver AND pushes them away, sometimes very close together. This style seems to often develop when the child has been through some kind of early trauma, often severe abuse or neglect. It also seems to be prevalent among people with dissociation disorders, which isn’t surprising, given the common thread of childhood trauma between the two. You can read more about that in this article here.

Actually, I first learned about disorganized attachment—and attachment in general—when I was reading a blog many years ago that was written by someone chronicling their experience with Dissociative Identity Disorder. As I researched the subject in more detail, I came across a few explanations about how children with this attachment style tend to act very confused and distressed around their caregivers, and I found the descriptions really sad… It helped me begin to better understand some of the difficulties that these children go through, and how it affects their minds when they’re still developing. It’s not hard to imagine how a child who longs to be taken care of but also has painful experiences of being denied that care (for whatever reason) can really struggle with trying to make sense of their reality and survive it on an emotional level. And that struggle causes lasting damage.

It’s important to note, though, that some psychologists will caution against assuming that a child’s attachment to their primary caregiver always dictates how they will attach to other people in their life, or in their future relationships. Also, there’s some evidence that children may struggle with attachment issues not just because of the actions of their caregiver, but also due to their own personality/ genetic predispositions. You can read more about both of these topics here.

Way back when I started planning this series, and deciding how to portray Akashi’s backstory, I found myself returning over and over to the concept of disorganized attachment… I wasn’t sure if it would make it into the fic directly, and it’s certainly not the only thing that influenced my portrayal of Akashi’s mental health. But it was definitely something I had in mind from the start, and helped shape the series, so I’m glad that I did end up referencing it in some detail.

The Akashi Family Servants

Since I just introduced the housekeeper, now seems as good a time as any to mention this… Originally, I didn’t plan for the servants who work for the Akashi family to have roles in the series at all? XD Takeda is the only one who’s mentioned in The Fast Train to Kyoto, and he doesn’t have a name. (I refer to him as either Akashi’s “driver” or “valet” depending on what he’s doing… This was actually before I’d decided that Takeda is the one who drives Akashi around when he’s in Kyoto. OTL) Then I mentioned several of the servants during Furihata’s visit in Storming the Castle… But almost no one gets a real introduction? Except for the butler, Ginhara. //laughs

One reason why I took so long to give them names/describe them is that I try to mostly stick to writing about canon characters in fics, instead of creating a ton of OCs. (I consider the families of the KnB characters to be canon, since they’re in the fanbooks. XD) But I enjoy coming up with minor characters, if it feels like a good fit for the story! Still, you can really tell that I didn’t know I would end up using these characters as much as I did, because their names are alllll over the place… Especially Takeda, which is roughly the Japanese equivalent of naming a character Mr. Smith or something? (LOL.) For a while I really regretted that I didn’t come up with a more interesting name for him, since he ended up being in this series CONSTANTLY. Also, I recently received this incredible comment on Chapter 5 of The Fast Train to Kyoto and it’s one of my all-time FAVORITES:

“Yo the drivers probs just sitting in the front like

Mmm this tea is piping hot”

(And they signed their name Yeet too, omgggg XDD)

… So yeah, I have decided this is totally Takeda’s reaction, to Akashi and Furihata’s whole “friend breakup” in the rain in the first story. //laughs

That said, I kind of love that Takeda has such a generic name now? Especially after he showed up at Seirin in sunglasses in this chapter. (Like maybe Takeda isn’t even his real name, because he actually had an exciting former life as a secret agent or something like that, and now he’s working for this super rich kid from a powerful family and maybe he’s actually hiding some epic skills so he can double as Akashi’s bodyguard if he needs to…? I DON’T KNOW, I HAVE WEIRD HEADCANONS.)

In any case, I enjoyed coming up with the characters for the Akashi family staff, even though it took a while! And I’m glad a few of them were able to play an interesting part in sneaking Akashi out of the house, so his dad wouldn’t find out about Furihata. (Though we don’t know what any of them think about that, or not yet, at least. XD) There will be at least one more member of the staff who gets an introduction, which should be coming soon. But for now, we’ve got:

Takeda, Akashi’s personal valet (and driver, sometimes)

Ginhara, the Akashi family butler and head of staff

Umagami Ichiro, Yukimaru’s groom

Inuyama, Akashi’s father’s personal valet

Hanamitsu Atsuko, housekeeper for the Akashi mansion in Tokyo

The Akashi family chef (name???)

(Plus some maids, who I also did not name)

… And as you can see, most of them still don’t have given names, even the ones with family names. That’s how disorganized I’ve been about this. //laughs

Also, I have a feeling no one was actually wondering (lol), but if you happen to remember this scene from Episode 63 in the Teikou arc in the anime:

In my headcanons, this guy is the head chauffeur for the Akashi family household, and he used to drive the whole family around. (Which would mean that he was also mentioned in The Fast Train to Kyoto, in a brief flashback about Akashi and his parents! Where he’s just “the driver.” XD) Now he mostly drives Akashi’s father to work, and sometimes chauffeurs Akashi as well, when he’s in Tokyo. (Whereas Takeda drives him around in Kyoto.) I briefly referred to him as Onoda in Chapter One of The Vanishing Prince, so… I guess that’s the name I came up with for him? //laughs

TL;DR… I’ve really enjoyed writing about the various characters who work for the Akashi family, and I had way more fun including them in the story than I expected. <3 (Maybe I should give in and post character sketches for all the OCs in this series sometime… That would be a project. XD)

Beliefs About Ghosts

I might go into this more in a future chapter, but I did want to briefly discuss how Reo talks to Furihata about ghosts, and how/why they haunt certain places… There are a LOT of different beliefs all over the world about whether ghosts are real, and why they appear. There are also lots of theories about whether they need the help of living humans to pass on or not.

For this fic, I tried to include some of the most common beliefs in Reo’s response, including the “revenge” ghost stories that are super common in Japanese folklore. But it’s not a comprehensive explanation by any means, and there are a lot of people who believe in ghosts and spirits but wouldn’t agree with the ideas Reo mentioned. (Basically, I had to pick among a bunch of different supernatural ideas about ghosts for the fic, and these are some of the ones I chose to include? But that’s not to say that they’re representative of my own beliefs, or of every Japanese person who believes in ghosts, either!)

The Akashi Family Curse (…?)

So I know some readers have been discussing this and making predictions about it in the comments for a while now… And while I don’t want to spoil anything about where the story is going, I’m really excited that I finally got to reveal another piece of the legend/rumors about the Akashi family curse:

Furihata’s mouth dropped open. It never occurred to him that some people might still think that the Akashis were cursed, centuries later. Or that these rumors were somehow connected to their catlike eyes. Was that maybe even how the peasants in the legend came up with the curse in the first place? Were they just creeped out, by this super-rare genetic thing that ran in the family?

Or… could it be true? Could the Akashi family really be cursed?

I can’t remember if anyone specifically connected the dots about the legend being connected to the “catlike” eyes or not… But if you saw this coming, YES YOU WERE TOTALLY RIGHT AND I AM IMPRESSED. <333

As for what the legend/rumors say about how the curse works, and whether or not it’s actually real… I guess I shouldn’t go into that just yet, for the sake of spoilers. XD But hopefully you can have fun guessing for now! And I’m glad I can finally point to the connection between the idea of a family curse and the “catlike eyes” to explain why I kept including so many passages like this one:

He and Akashi were walking through another long passageway. This one was lined with life-sized portraits—and oddly enough, Furihata recognized some of the faces. He had seen them in paintings in the Tokyo house.

“Are these your relatives?” he asked. They didn’t resemble Akashi very much. But a few did have the same unusual, catlike pupils.

Akashi nodded, as he glanced up at the huge frames. “They led the family, several generations ago. This one was my great-great-great-great-great grandfather.”

He gestured to the largest painting. The steel-haired man in the portrait wore a piercing frown. Even his posture was severe, somehow.

… Yeah, there are a BUNCH of descriptions in A Spark of Light of portraits of Akashi’s relatives, and how some of them have the same eyes as him. Also, as I’m sure a lot of people noticed, I mention Akashi’s eyes A LOT throughout the series. And this is one of the reasons why I wanted to emphasize it so much. XD

(Well, okay and also like a lot of fic writers, I enjoy pretty descriptions about eyes. XD BUT I WOULD’VE TRIED TO CUT MORE OF THEM IF IT WASN’T SUCH AN IMPORTANT PLOT POINT… Or so I’ll claim, anyway. //laughs)

And Finally… THE VIOLIN

Ahhh I’m so happy I finally got to post this scene! I’ve been saving the moment of Akashi playing his violin for Furihata for a loooong time… I foreshadowed it briefly back in Storming the Castle, when Furihata notices Akashi’s violin case sitting in his study. But I got the idea for this scene even earlier… All the way back when I drafted that part in The Fast Train to Kyoto, where Akashi plays his violin after he writes to Furihata to tell him they can’t be friends. (YES. IT HAS BEEN THAT LONG.)

So, yeah… I had no idea know how long it would take to get there, but I definitely knew that Akashi would have to play his violin for Furihata at some point. And I wanted it to be a Really Big Moment in their romantic arc. So I did the best I could with it. (Because, I mean… How could I NOT include a scene where Akashi plays the violin for Furihata? That just had to happen, come on. //laughs)

As I mentioned over on Ao3, I do have my own idea about which piece Akashi plays for Furi… I might even mention it directly in the next chapter, but I’m not sure yet? (Either way, if you have a piece that you’d like to imagine him playing instead, you have my blessing. xD I tried to write it in such a way that he could be playing a lot of different songs!) So here was my thought process on that…

I figured Akashi would probably decide to play something on the simple side for Furihata, rather than anything too technical/demanding on the ear. I also realized that he was probably thinking that Furihata would like a sweet, romantic sort of song, because of this scene from Storming the Castle:

“Oh, r-right.” Furihata let go of the flower. He managed a laugh. “Sorry. I’m being weird, huh?”

“I just never realized you had such an interest in roses,” Akashi said, with a hint of humor. “But it shouldn’t surprise me, really.”

Furihata didn’t follow. “Why’s that?”

The edge of Akashi’s mouth dimpled. “Well, you are a romantic, after all.”

And that was when I realized… ROSES. Like, what if the piece had to do with roses, because Akashi was remembering that conversation about Furihata’s romantic side that they had in his rose garden…? So in my head, Akashi plays a version of The Last Rose of Summer, which is this really sweet, old Irish song that was later set to a poem of that name, written by Thomas Moore. It’s an easier piece to play, so it’s a little difficult to find a nice version of it by a professional violinist. But I did find this arrangement that is SUPER old-fashioned and adorable:

And my personal favorite version with strings that I found (and linked first on Ao3) is probably this one. Though I believe the violin doesn’t start until around a minute and a half into the recording?

(My sister and I thought the first soloist *might* be a viola… Apologies if we’re wrong though!! We took band a thousand years ago in high school but didn’t play in an orchestra, so we’re basically clueless about anything with strings. XD)

Anyway, I just thought that the song would be fitting because of the whole “bonding over roses” connection to Storming the Castle, and the fact that they’re still on summer vacation in this story… Plus the words of the poem are kind of the most Oreshi thing I’ve ever heard??? It’s REALLY sad, but also all about friendship. You can hear how it’s sung and see the complete lyrics in this version by Charlotte Church if you’d like (again, the song starts at around 1:30), but I’ll also include the beginning and end of the poem here:

Tis the last rose of summer,

Left blooming alone,

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone.

…

So soon may I follow

When friendships decay;

And from love's shining circle

The gems drop away

When true hearts lie wither'd

And fond ones are flow'n

Oh! Who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?

… TELL ME THAT’S NOT AN ORESHI KIND OF POEM. It’s all about friendship and being afraid of being alone, and I just… gahhhh. T_____T

Also, you might have noticed that the versions I linked don’t have any parts where the soloist plucks the violin strings, which I described Akashi doing at one point… That’s because I like to think that in between playing a simpler version, Akashi also slips into a few sections of Variations on the Last Rose of Summer by Ernst, which you can see the violinist Midori playing here. (Unlike the other versions I linked, this is one of the hardest pieces ever written for violin, period… Apparently it’s so difficult that many top-tier professionals won’t even play it in front of a crowd! So for those of you who want to picture him playing something more badass, I’ve got you covered. XD)

(And while we’re still on the subject of different versions… My all-time favorite when it comes to different instruments playing The Last Rose of Summer has got to be this one. BECAUSE IT’S A KOTO, LIKE OMGGGG YES. Honestly, if my series had a sound, I’d like to think that it would be this…? Because roses and traditional Japanese instruments, that’s why. //laughs)

Also, I’m not sure whether anyone was curious about this part of the scene:

Akashi chuckled as he unlatched the case. Resting on a bed of crimson silk was a delicately carved violin. Furihata didn’t know how to tell if an instrument was well made, but he was pretty sure that this one had to be.

So I do indeed headcanon that Akashi would have a really nice violin… For those who might not know, violins can be EXTREMELY expensive, most notably at the professional and soloist quality levels. As in, the famous Stradivarius violins are valued at $10 million or MORE, for example. XD Though I personally tend to think that Akashi probably wouldn’t play a Strad himself… He’d have too much reverence for the instrument for that. //laughs (Although I wouldn’t be surprised if his family owns a Stradivarius and lends it out to some world-famous soloist… Which is apparently how it works in real life, by the way!) But I still imagine that his violin would be a super fancy one, maybe somewhere in the $100k range or something? (And now I’m just imagining Furihata finding that out and freaking out, lol.)

And last but not least, since I’m already rambling a lot, I would like to credit a new favorite YouTube channel of mine that I discovered while writing the violin scene… I really wanted to make sure that I described the violin playing correctly, because like I mentioned, I understand nothing about stringed instruments whatsoever. (I was a very mediocre flute player, once upon a time. //laughs)

So while I was hunting for references, I stumbled across TwoSet Violin, and OMG THEY ARE THE COOLEST CHANNEL EVER. I’d recommend them to literally everyone, even if you don’t play the violin or have any interest in classical music! They’re two professional violinists from Australia who make tons of super-entertaining content, like analyzing the way actors pretend to play instruments in movies and Chinese dramas, or trying to play the cheapest violin they can buy on Amazon. And it’s FANTASTIC. XD They’re super skilled and funny, and they even inspired me to listen to classical music again, so yeah, I can’t recommend them enough. <3

Well, this post turned out a lot longer than I expected…? //laughs In any case, I hope it was interesting, and thank you for reading! And as I said over on Ao3, thank you again to all of my lovely readers for your patience, especially while I dealt with my grandmother’s passing. I have the next chapter of the fic drafted, just like last time, but it does have some issues so I’m not sure how long it will take to edit. (Hopefully less time than this one did. OTL) I’ll definitely do my best to post it as soon as I can. In the meantime, I really hope everyone is staying safe, and see you then!

#the vanishing prince #kat writes fanfic #text post #long post #kat writes about basketball dorks #akafuri #good lord this post was loooooong #and the chapter was long #everything I write is long XD #but I'm so glad I got to FINALLY POST THIS #I can't even begin to express how long and painstaking the editing process was #BUT WE GOT THERE IT'S ALL GOOD #and I had a lot of fun writing a lot of these scenes #the adorable dorks continue to be adorable #Takeda and Ginhara also amused me this time for some reason #and the housekeeper #oh and Seirin was back YAY #I missed Bokushi though he wasn't in this one as much XD #also yay violins <3<3<3

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O.C Character Survey

1. Your first OC ever? My WWE one Roxy,I wrote her when I was 13. I also made Naru aka Molly from Sailor Moon a Sailor Senshi named Sailor Sun. She had a yellow sailor fuku with a blue bow.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? I’m not sure. I will say that my easiest one’s to write are Renee from The Flash and Suzanna from TWD.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? Kinda. my Ex let me use his OC’s in stories. He has Alien Races called The Cartanians and Tarians and a Vampire Nightmare lord named Shirowen. Who is based off of the lead singer of Dimmu Borgir.

4. A character you rarely talk about? Carrie aka The Carrion Crow just because I haven’t been interested in finishing My Gotham fic,or I have been but just never wrote anything down...

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? My Vampiress Levathia for My Original story. Just because then I can make all My other OC’s known by extension.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? All the Tarians and Cartanians look like each other lol (it is a race that has all white hair and red eyes and a race that has all different shades of green hair and purple eyes)

Image Photoshopped by me of Tessa,Soven and Aahren 👇👇👇👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

Otherwise I think that the actresses I used for My Characters Esme (From Descendants) and Helena (From AHS) look alike.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? They’re part of all kinds! I guess I could list My Non Original stories lol (only going to put one Actress for each,although My Characters are played by multiple Actress’s.)

Mughead (Riverdale)-Michelle Riley

Wells of Hearts (The Flash)-Renee West

The Carrion Crow (Gotham)-Carrie

Mischief on Wings (Marvel/Loki)-Amara

The Alpha (Teen Wolf)-Marianna Mccall

Kings and Queen of Destruction (TWD)-Suzanna Greene

Half God Half Devil (AHS Apocalypse)-Helena

The Dream Lovers (Freddy Krueger)-Rika

Strange Days (Stranger Things)-Mandy Moorington

Gods and Pirates (The Descendants)-Meghana

The Snakes and The Raven (Harry Potter)-Rihannon Hickleberry-Black

Ash Vs Evil Dead-Ashlee

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! No.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? Maybe.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? Looks wise I assume, I’m going to go with a non Fanfic Character and say Shirowen,He still looks like a vampire with long black hair and fangs,but he also is decayed looking,like he might have the plague and is pretty terrifying really. But being the lord of Nightmares that suits him just fine. He also has a very Black Metal look to him.

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? lol no

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? I have tons lol

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory. All of My Characters have a bit of a sad past.Mandy,Renee and Suzanna’s parents died,Marianna’s parents left her ect. But I think the saddest is probably Helena,read My AHS story to see what I mean!

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? Yes

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? I don’t know

17. Any OC OTPs? I mean I pair up My OC’s with my favorite character of the show usually. So I’ll just list those. (Crackship gifs make by me)

MichellexJughead Jones

I love Renee with ALL The Wells’s but I feel like Eobard Thawne was her OTL.

MariannaxPeter Hale

had a hard time picking between Suzanna’s Current Bou Negan,her ex The Governor or Merle. But in the end I think Merle was her ride or die,he was her first in basically all aspects and if he hadn’t died they would still be together.

HelenaxMichael Langdon

RikaxFreddy/Robert Englund (Their basically the same person in My Fic)

Steve Harrington was Mandy’s first crush but I really think despite there ups and downs that Billy was her OTL,even though her and Steve became endgame after Billy died.

MeghanaxHadesxHarry Hook (because I can’t make up my mind!)

EsmexChad Charming

18. Any OC crackships? Already did lol

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

20. Do any of your OCs sing? what kind of songs do they like? Only ones that sing are In My Descendants Fics. So Esme and Meghana.

21. Your most artistic OC. I would say Michelle since she’s loosely based on me,also Renee since she went to collage for Fashion and Graphic Design.

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? I don’t really change my characters rough drafts lol if I have idr how.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? I should say Helena or Carrie so...yeah them.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) Michelle,we were both Goth in HS,had a big group of friends,dated someone “misunderstood”,wrote poetry and fanfiction and like dancing.

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? Against my will?! lol no

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? Not certain characters but Relationships or stories definitely. TWD Kings and Queen of Destruction title is based off of Queen of Destruction by Lana Del Rey,Esme and Chad Charming’s song I wrote was inspired by Taylor Swift’s Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince. But yeah I have entire playlists revolving around My Fics and Characters.

28. Your most dangerous OC? Helena obviously. She is married to The Anti Christ,and is pretty much the queen of hell.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? Michelle,though Jughead and Betty would show up,wondering why they weren’t invited.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? Marianna or Mandy.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) I have a headache and don’t feel like going into that much detail.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? Helena for obvious reasons. Also My Original Story character Seezee,she’s pretty much created from a horror story since she has a split personality and killed her father. Although Ashlee would make a perfect protag. Considering she’s a part of The Evil Dead universe.

33. Your shyest OC? Mandy at first,until she moves to California. Amara when she’s younger.

34. Do you have any twin characters? No

35. Any sibling characters? Yes. Marianna is Scott Mccall's Adoptive Sister and I also made Aladdin and Jasmine Daughters,as well as a son Ali.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? No...?

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human Well Helena’s a reincarnated Witch who later becomes half demon,Amara’s a Valkyrie,Marianna is a Hybrid WereWitch,Levathia is a Vampire,Renee has Lightning powers,plus there’s all the Aliens,Gargoyles and Half Were’s running around.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? Michelle

39. Introduce any character you want

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? I mean Meghana obviously,seeing as she is one.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? I suppose I have an affinity for Brunettes and Redheads lol

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

45. A character you no longer use? All My Original story Characters,i should use them more,I just never get inspired too.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? Nope

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? lol No

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. Um again probably an OC I haven’t used in forever,Windy. She is half Demon/Cartanian (Alien) but is actually really sweet (unlike her Mother) and wants to become a part of The CTA (Cartanian Tarian Alliance) when she grows up.

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

#my ocs #survey #orginal writing #fanfiction

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Hey Dino, I need help writing stuff again. So I want to write about my Lisa the hopeful polyamorous AU! but I want the dudes to stay in character which I'm bad at. Any help?

ah yes, I getcha, I’ve always had that anxiety of wondering whether I’m writing in character or not

I feel like the obvious one is just observing how the characters are in canon, sometimes watching playthroughs just to rewatch particular interactions or cutscenes and taking screenshots of dialogue is something I’ve done in past when I’ve wanted to get a good hold on how to depict them myself

you also have wiki pages for just a rough overview and shaking out any interesting tidbits, trivia whatnot that can be woven into a story

although you won’t find really minor interactions on wiki pages and sometimes those are the most interesting, things like speaking mannerisms or the intricacies with which one can interpret a characters motivations and dialogue

so source material is good to have although a chore to wade through sometimes if you’re looking for something specific

anyway, aside from that

I think there’s a lot of good opportunity to have Benny, Liam and Clyde bounce off each other a bit, that’ll help establish them a whole lot more because that’s how a lot of their interactions in the Hopeful are, boyish banter for the most part

Benny is kinda like, he keeps things moving, he’s optimistic and believes in his friends. He’s fun and he gets along well with both Clyde and Liam

Clyde is more closed off emotionally, I don’t think he’s humourless but he’s more deadpan

Liam is a bit naive, not very confident etc.

this is all obvious but also what makes them interesting and multifaceted is that there are “exceptions to the rule”, as in humans are complex - I read an amazing post on it once that I’d have no idea if I’d be able to find it but -

the most interesting character moments for Benny aren’t when he’s his friendly optimistic self - it’s when he’s lonely and downtrodden, when he’s grimly marching on despite his pain

Clyde’s are when he shows vulnerability, which almost never happens until he’s on the verge of death - when the tough exterior lets up even the slightest bit

Liam is most interesting when he’s standing up for himself, when he’s being brave, when he’s questioning things like the moral issues behind this hunt for the girl they embarked on

hell, even Hart has this incredible moment at the end, this totally perverse, dominating, self-assured gang leader’s most intense moments are when he’s reduced to just wailing about wanting to be loved

...I think the basic thing is with staying in character, having a good understanding of their motivations is how you build everything else up

which behaviours they’re most inclined to, what they’d struggle with - Clyde with opening up, Liam with asserting himself, Benny probably with thoughts of abandonment and moments of sadness - these little conflicts help establish the character while also making things interesting, because you’re already getting the reader to ask if or how this is going to be resolved

these are just examples though, I haven’t played Hopeful in ages, I’m sure there’s plenty of other takes that could be had on the characters

I hope this helps, forgive me again for rambling a whole lot, idk how legitimately comprehensible this is OTL

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QOAAD

*SPOILERY REVIEW/THOUGHTS*

I finished QOAAD a couple days ago and I’ll say I have some mixed thoughts on it. I am somewhat disappointed tbh but it also DID have its moments.

I have to say I felt this book had too many POVs. I didn’t like that. I didn’t feel like they were all necessary. All the POVs only ended up with me feeling very disconnected from the story as a whole, and the characters, even my faves at times. I think the POVs where one part of the problem, the other I am not sure. Maybe Cassie has too many projects on her plate or idk but something impacted her writing. Not just for QOAAD but I felt it in Ghosts of the Shadow Market stories too. It had a few exceptions but compared to The Shadowhunter Academy short stories overall, they just weren’t as good. :/ As much as it pains me we gotta wait like 4 yrs for TWP maybe its a good thing? The onslaught of books may have passed and TWP will get more focus. Im just gonna tell myself this to get through the waiting time OTL.

I will start with thoughts on Emma and Julian as they are the main characters.

I like both Julian and Emma’s characters, but I think they lost me somewhere at some point in this series as a couple. I can’t say exactly when but reading QOAAD I realized I didn’t care for them as a couple. I’ve seen this is the case for many others too. Was I very intrigued where the parabatai curse would lead? Yes, but that’s it. Now the parabatai curse, I wasn’t too satisfied with how that played out. I kinda was and I kinda wasn’t. I guess I was expecting something bad to happen some consequences but the rune just burned away and that was that. I loved when Julian got his emotions back and went all into head of the institute since I was a child mode. Like I know my shit I know what I’m doing. Then Dru being like “good to have you back, I missed your lunatic schemes” xD I love Julian scheming ok, lol but like with emotions.

I gotta say one of my favorite things about TDA and what I felt like was one of its strong points is that togetherness the Blackthorns had as a family. My favorite thing about Julian was his love for his kids cause they are his kids!! BUT I just didn’t feel it in this book. When looking forward to QOAAD I was looking forward to how they were all going to deal with Livvy’s death. The kids where gonna need Julian so much but he just wasn’t there for them ALL throughout the book which was my BIGGEST disappointment. At first he wasn’t there because he took away his emotions and separated from them, then he got back and because he was emotionless he couldn’t be there for Ty when Ty reached out to him clearly troubled and broken. Now, I don’t blame him. He was emotionless after all, but after he did get them back I feel like he didn’t make the effort to be there for them. It was like he didn’t remember the way Ty reached out to him before and the things he said to him about his plan. After he got his emotions he was all busy with the Horace-Cohort situation and his situation with Emma but what about the KIDS JULES?! ;_; It was Ty who again sought him but he didn’t really try to pay attention to what was going on with him, during and after their little convo. It felt like

Jules: oh btw you good?

Ty: yeah sure

Jules: ok im here btw

Ty: K

Jules: K

And that was it. He never found out about the necromancy or biting and just *sigh*. At least the biting is something he should’ve and would’ve noticed as Dru pointed out. Everyone was on their own basically and then in the end he and Emma are going on a travel vacay. Like what?! There was Helen but Helen is not Julian. She is trying to get to know them but Julian is the one who is basically their parent. There are 2 things I loved about Julian best, one was his willingness to do what needed to be done, and second was his care for his family and like I said, I did not feel it here. :[ I’ll say I do love Julian’s character, and more than Emma’s actually. Emma is just fine, but there is a lot more going on with Julian. Though neither are my faves in this series. But I love Julian xD

THULE: ok so I was sobbing during this part. I couldn’t control my tears. All this broke my heart when we found out about how everyone’s fates turned out. I felt so sad for Livvy all alone there. Everything was just so tragic ;_;. I do found myself wanting for the POV to switch to see their friends and family freaking out about what happened to Emma and Julian. I’ll say it didn’t make sense to me how Ash went into Thule only like 5 minutes before Jemma and he aged up yrs yet Jules and Emma where there for a pretty long time too and nothing?? It was another reason I wanted the POVs to switch I was wondering if yrs where passing by in their world or what. I’ll say I did enjoy the pain and hurt Thule gave me lol. It was one of those moments where like I didn’t felt disconnected with the characters at all. I was very much feeling all the feels but it also felt like I left QOAAD and was thrust back into CoHF. It felt too much like TMI it was kind of a whiplash, like from TDA i went back to TMI then TDA again. 0.0

Now to my faves

Ash!: He was one of my favorite things of this book! His character was so interesting. I have high hopes for his character. He is probably not all good or all bad but what I’ve seen of him from boy to teen he is more good and human than meets the eye. Cassie Cassie Cassie! Do we really need a 3rd evil Morgenstern? No, No Nope! He deserves the chance Sebastian never had! </3. ;_;

The way he shook when he was holding that sword with the Unseelie King when he was trying to make him kill Kieran. He clearly didn’t want to and not only that, he questioned WHY, like he thought you can’t just kill someone just because. Then in Thule we had Thule Dru talk about how she noticed he didn’t want to be there for Thule Sebastian’s executions, among the rest of things that happened there.

Now Ash and Dru, omg PLS I ship already! I cant wait for them!

Ty and Kit!: My other faves, my babies. I am the most invested in them! I just knew they were going to be separated at the end of this. I had a feeling. Then they made that “To never being parted” declaration in the campfire and I knew for sure oh no, they are gonna part. ;_; Their fight in Lake Lyn broke my heart a little bit, tears were shed. It particular broke my heart how while they were both physically fighting, they were crying about it and the whole situation. Though I’ll say I also did like that Kit went to live with Jem and Tessa <3. I feel like he is in the process of finding himself as a shadowhunter and just as a person too. I love that Jessa will be like his family. I cant wait for Jessa being parents! Also the arc of them separating only to meet again yrs later with so much unsaid ugh I cant wait for them either OTL. I could drown myself in feels thinking about all the different scenarios in which they might meet again. ;_; Oh! When they were in the campsite and Kit was wondering why Ty didn’t went inside the tent with him right away was everything. His mind was just reeling with TY scenarios it was the cutest.

I have to say I hope TY, KIT, and DRU, as they are our main characters are given priority in TWP no 10+ POVs PLS. (Ash gotta be in the POVs though ofc.) We only have 3 books with them. They deserve the focus so we can connect with them the most. Heck if there is no more than 4/5 POVs even better. We can get to know other and new characters without being in their heads as we got to love Ty without his POV in TDA.

Mark, Kieran, Christina: Other characters I love too. What can I say? I love that this threesome happened. I think the initial delivery coulda been better, but I loved their ending. When I say their initial delivery I mean their coming together as 3. I LOVED that spark they had in LOS when we first could see that there could be something between the 3 of them like ‘OMG what?!’. But in QOAAD I feel like I didn’t get like a full understanding of how and why Kristina and Kieran came to love each other. We could all see the love, feelings, and intense connection between Mark and Kieran since LOS. Also the connection between Mark and Christina, but with Kieran and Christina I feel like it needed more development. They were suddenly very into each other when they hadn’t spent much time together after LOS events and Kieran left with Diego. I’ll say what did help that a bit was that it was actually pointed out by Christina herself, saying how what they might have (Kier+Tina) is probably not close to the connection Mark and Kieran do. Despite this I love how it eventually concluded with the three of them. It was bittersweet, like Kieran my boy <3 ;__; but I liked it very much. Have I said how much I specifically love Kieran and Mark because I do!!

Lastly, woah I did not see that coming with the clave leaving Idris. I’m shocked they even agreed to that considering how prideful they are of their home. It is also like a safety cocoon for them. Im still processing, this is a huge change. It will be so interesting where the shadowhunter world goes from here.

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Eighteen: Kindness ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, bullying ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

People are so quick to undervalue kindness. They see it as weakness, a useless act that just costs you in the end.

For a while...he was one of them. To be soft was to have vulnerabilities. People only respect you when you are strong. When you let nothing get to you. When you keep your face a blank mask and your heart a hard stone.

He’d been weak when he was young. Then he and his brother lost their parents...and Sasuke learned just how cruel the world could be. How cruel people could be. A huge portion of his life was...gone.

And for that...he was bullied. Teased. Terrorized. Empathy was nowhere to be found in those his age. Instead, they sensed weakness...and took advantage.

It was then Sasuke swore...never again would be be soft. Never again would he expose open wounds. From then on, despite his tender age, Sasuke became cold. Aloof. Closed off from everyone around him. Even his older brother - his hero, his savior, his last link to family so close - had trouble prying him open and seeing what lay hidden within.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Itachi...but he still shied from his aunt and cousin. If he was to avoid any and all pain - any chance of being needled - he had to maintain his new facade at all costs. To all people.

He fell into cliche after cliche. Dark clothes. Loud music. Isolated, singular hobbies. His dark, edgy persona still gave him a kind of allure, and he had to warn off girl after girl that insisted they would be the light to his shadow. Convinced they were somehow a cure for all of his problems.

Tch...shallow brats that failed to grasp his reasoning...thus, he would never relent to them. If anything...they only served to push him further away.

There was only one person he regularly tolerated...and after a while, he wasn’t even sure the reasons why anymore. Naruto was loud, obnoxious, forward, and prying. He was always trying to drag the Uchiha out and get him into all kinds of hijinks and shenanigans. Most of the time, Sasuke just found him annoying.

...but maybe a small part of him appreciated the distraction. Someone who didn’t give up.

Like he already had.

By the time high school rolls around, he’s as embroiled in his persona as ever. It gets him his fair share of mockery, especially from older students. “Edgelord” he’s called. “Emo”. “Wannabe”. As if his trauma is no longer valid after so long. As if it’s him using the deaths of his parents as a weapon...and not everyone else.

Whatever…

He doesn’t particularly care about school. He does fine in his classes, hardly giving effort but still managing good grades. It drives Naruto up the wall. Part of him can’t help but be amused.

Odds are, he could have gone through their entire high school career without incident. Their school is big enough, they could have gone four years without crossing paths.

But fate has other ideas.

“Hey!”

Eyes drawn to the shout, Sasuke glances over in the hallway after the final class of the day gives out. On the floor is a rather tiny looking freshman he doesn’t know, a binder beside her having vomited papers as it fell. And in front of her is another girl, who stands toe to toe with an upperclassman nearly twice her size. She’s short, figure hard to determine in her baggy clothes. But there’s a stubborn set to her jaw as she looks up at what he assumes is the aggressor.

Well, this ought to be interesting.

“What?”

“You did that on p-purpose!”

There’s a snicker at her stutter. “And what if I did?”

“Apologize!”

“Yeah, right. I got better things to do with my time, shorty. Outta the way, or you’ll be the next one on the floor.”

“That attitude might make you feel powerful, but in the end it will o-only dead-end you. Bullies always end up sad, alone, and regretful.”

He gives a scoff, temper clearly burning away his aloof humor. “You sure got a mouth on you for a tiny little freshie. Clearly you dunno how things work in high school. You small fries stay of my way, and I don’t have to kick your ass. Your friend didn’t heed that too well, and now she’s on the floor. And if you don’t listen, then -”

“Then what?”

Two pairs of eyes both look over, spotting a hip-cocked Sasuke, hands in his pockets. The bully gives him a once-over, and snorts. “What, you her bodyguard, asshole? Finally crawl out of Hot Topic long enough to come to school?”

“Long enough to kick your ass if you don’t leave her alone.” Sasuke gives a smirk. “Bet I won’t even chip my nail polish,” he drawls, tone dripping with sarcasm.

“You’ve gone from cheeky to plain stupid, pal.”

“I’m not your pal. And you’re not nearly as tough as you think you are. If you really get off on picking on freshmen girls and name-calling, you need to find some new hobbies.”

The upperclassman’s jaw grits. “Don’t make me beat that grin off your face.”

“Go ahead, resort to violence. Just means I get the clear to defend myself. And given I’ve got eight years of self defense training...I’m willing to bet I can have you pinned in thirty seconds flat. Or...you could shuffle your neanderthal ass down the hallway and move on with your life. Otherwise, I’ll gladly humiliate you in public if that’s what you’re into.”

Face blooming bright red with temper, he seems to weigh Sasuke’s words as if trying to decide if he’s bluffing or not. In the end, he spits on his jacket before barreling past him, a few others following close behind.

Sasuke just glares from the corner of his eyes. He needs to wash this thing, anyway.

Kneeling down, the plucky girl helps her companion gather up her papers. “I’m sorry...but at least he’s gone.”

“It’s fine…I’m used to it…”

“Well you shouldn’t have to be.”

Somber face clearly not conveying any faith in such an idea, she just hugs the binder to her chest before keeping on her way.

Left behind, the other girl watches her go, expression a mixture of disappointment and glum acceptance.

“You’ve got some nerve, demanding an apology out of someone like that.”

Pale eyes glance to him a bit coolly. “...no one should act that way. It was mean and uncalled for.”

“That’s just life,” Sasuke counters. “The big guys pick on the little guys. Questioning it usually just gets you bruised.”

“You stood up to him, didn’t you?”

“Because he was about to mop the floor with you. And because I wasn’t lying about being able to handle him. You, on the other hand, don’t look quite so capable...no offense.”

“...none taken.” She sighs. “...I just...I can’t understand an attitude like that. How can people be so...mean?”

“No idea. They just are. You either let it get to you, or you buck up and grow enough shell to ignore it.”

“There’s no third option?”

“What third option?”

“Standing up against it! I’m not about to let some jerks intimidate me into silence! No matter what anybody else does to me, or says to me...I’ll still choose kindness. I can’t let it get to me. And I’m not about to let it change me, either.”

That earns an amused snort. “Whatever you want to tell yourself.”

She looks to him openly. “...I remember you.”

“Huh?”

“You’re the one who...lost his parents. In elementary school. Sasuke…?”

Dark eyes blink in surprise. “...and?”

“...I just thought someone like you would value kindness, given what you...w-what you went through.”

“...I learned that kindness is for suckers and weaklings. I didn’t get sympathy back then. I got harassment and bullying. That’s when I learned that it’s easier to feel nothing than let people hurt you like that.”

“...if that was true...why did you step in?”

He doesn’t respond.

“If that was true, then you should have just left me to figure that out myself, right?” She loosely folds her arms, considering him. “...what you did was kind. You didn’t have to help me. You chose to. Isn’t that a bit contradictory…?”

Sasuke scowls, brow furrowing. “...tch, whatever.”

A hint of a smile lifts her lips. “...well, either way...t-thank you. Hopefully he won’t mess with her again.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“That’s why I said ‘hopefully’. It might not be likely...but I’ll still hope.”

What a weird girl… “...I gotta get home.” He’s surprised Itachi hasn’t come looking for him yet to drive him. How long has he even been standing here? Ten minutes?

“...me too. Bye, Sasuke…”

“You’re not gonna tell me your name?”

“...you care?”

“Might as well.”

A moment to consider him. “...Hinata.”

“Right...well, try not to stick your nose into any more trouble, Hinata.”

She just smiles. “I can’t make any promises...but maybe you’ll lend me a hand again, right?”

“Don’t count on something you don’t know.”

Hands fold behind her back, still smiling. “...call it a gut feeling.” With that, she gives a nod before making her way down the now-empty hallway.

...weird. Him, kind? Yeah right...it was just a random inclination. Doesn’t mean anything. He’s not about to go soft. Especially for some girl he hardly knows.

...still...she remembered who he was. Wasn’t snide about it. That was...interesting.

Mulling it over a moment longer, he then just shrugs, heading toward his locker. Well, it’s not going to happen again. No sense wasting time thinking about it.

It’s not like he’ll see her again.

.oOo.

It's late OTL Not sure I like this too much, but...it's done. Wanted to do more, but today was long and busy so my writing window was pushed late / cut short, blegh. Sasuke tries to be a tough guy. Hinata refuses to let the world make her hard. Maybe Sasuke's not as rigid as he seems... Anyway...that's all out of me for tonight. Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #Hyūga Hinata #bullying //#best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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