#i love how First is startled at first but accepts it nonetheless

[crispywizardtale]

#i love how First is startled at first but accepts it nonetheless #i love clingy Sprite and i demand more of it!!!! #the panic on First's face is real #he can see and feel that something is wrong with Sprite but he just does not know how to handle needy Sprite yet #the way Sprite holds First's wrist tightly.... #my heart.... #i cant handle this #i love how softly First looks at Sprite... #they love eachother so much #and the way Sprite gazes back at First #*bites knuckles* #the smile First had when Sprite asked him on a date #*tears up* #the hand holding continues #he snuggle into First's legs #the HEAD PATS #*dies* #twins series #twins the series #twins #ryan panya #frame ritchanon #first x sprite #spritefirst #sprite x first #firstsprite

[blakeswritingimagines]

Cuddling them out of nowhere

Ragnar: He reacts by being pleasantly surprised and appreciative that you felt such an urge to be close to him. He will wrap his arms around you and bring you closer, stroking your hair and face, and returning the kisses you give. Perhaps he will nuzzle his face into your neck and breathe in your scent, or whisper to you that he loves you, and kiss you again passionately.

Athelstan: Well he would be rather bewildered and taken unawares, but happy nonetheless. You have just shown him love in a sweet and tender way, so how could he not appreciate such a thing? Cuddling, even unexpected, is a beautiful thing. He would return the favor in spades.

Floki: It depends on his relationship with the person. If he is in a romantic relationship with you, he will enjoy the affection and intimacy of the cuddling. It would be a very sweet and intimate moment between you both, and he would appreciate it. However, if it is not a romantic partner, he would most likely be irritated by the unwarranted physical contact and would ask them to stop.

Lagertha: She's a bit startled at first. She's not a very touchy person, so to be taken by surprise and be cuddled is unexpected. It feels good though, comforting. She gives the same physical affection you have just given her, but she also leans over and whispers something in your ear. Something along the lines of "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you". It's important to her to remind you how much you mean to her, even in the little moments.

Aslaug: When you cuddle her out of nowhere, she can't help but be touched. It's a very sweet and gentle gesture, often done with no expectations and simply as a show of affection. The act itself can be very soothing and calming, a small reminder that you are cared for, safe, and loved. Whether they are a partner, a spouse, a loved one, or even just a platonic friend, receiving such warmth and comfort from another human being is a truly remarkable thing. So, the next time you cuddle her out of nowhere, she just treasures it.

Bjorn: Out of nowhere, he might be startled. But he would also be intrigued, a little excited. As he turned to see who was the source of this surprise cuddle he would take note of your scent, and look you up and down. Taking in your soft skin, smooth curves, facial and body language. Perhaps you looked a bit nervous. He would begin to gently return the affection, enjoying the warmth of your body pressing against his. He would also be a little surprised. Did this have some sort of ulterior motive or were you just being sweet and affectionate?

Ubbe: Cuddling is the highest form of love and acceptance, so it only brings joy and contentment into his heart. When he is embraced by the love of his life, whether it be in a gentle cuddle or a passionate embrace, he is reminded that all is well, and all will be well. He is truly a blessed man to have such a loving and devoted person in his life.

Hvitserk: He feels his blood quicken, his heart beat faster, and his body tingle. His hands tighten around your body and he pulls you closer, breathing deep and smelling the scent of your hair. He feels a warm and happy sensation in his chest as you show your affections. He would then pull you to him and begin a warm embrace that he would never want to leave.

Sigurd: Surprised, but touched. He's never been overly physically affectionate with his partners, but he's never been in an honest relationship either. To have someone truly, genuinely care about him like that would be… well it's a new experience, certainly.

Ivar: He'd react with shock and surprise. Cuddling is a show of emotion and it would take him aback, he is not used to physical displays of affection. His first instinct might be to swat away whatever's trying to cuddle him like it's an annoyance or an insect, but then he would recognize your intent and attempt to embrace you back.

Halfdan: He is not a man to show his emotions. But truth be told it brings him great joy, and in those moments where he feels his lover's warmth and comfort he feels complete. He's not someone who shows their affections much, but those are the moments when he feels at his most vulnerable.

Harald: It would depend on how he's feeling at the time. Cuddling is, in general, a pleasant experience. However, if you were to catch him whilst he was contemplating an important decision or pondering a particularly difficult puzzle, he might not feel the same way. In such a situation, the interruption could be frustrating. If he was feeling tired, the cuddling may be welcome. If he was feeling stressed, the unexpected contact might add to that. If he was feeling happy and content, the cuddling may be welcome. The outcome would vary depending on his present mood.

#ragnar lothbrok x reader #athelstan x reader #floki x reader #lagertha x reader #aslaug x reader #bjorn ironside x reader #ubbe x reader #hvitserk x reader #sigurd x reader #ivar x reader #halfdan x reader #harald x reader #vikings

[alphabetatoes]

fantasies come true (n. kento x reader)

a.n.: hello everyone 👁️👁️ alr ✨ l i s t e n ✨ gamers, i was listening my musicals playlist on spotify and "fantasies come true" came on so i thought to myself 'hARK! what a great fic idea!' and here we are. also realized i hadn't posted anything in almost a month oops :)

feeling: evil :)

summary: you confess your love to nanami in your sleep (or do you?)

having kento nanami as a roommate seemed to only have one real drawback: your work lives were a hurdle neither one of you could quite get over. these conflicting schedules leave little overlapping breaks with your best friend. but that doesn’t mean you don’t try to carve out time for each other. one day, you’re able to leave the highschool early for what feels like the first time in forever. kento is still confined to his office, tidying up his last few pieces of business during overtime.

the two of you decided to go for a movie night, as it wasn’t too energy intensive and you’d still be able to enjoy each other's presence. kento watches as you eventually fall victim to sleep, making yourself cozy on his side. he admires your ability to find serenity, not quite ready to succumb to his own tiredness. he’d been looking forward to seeing you all day and didn’t want to waste a moment of it. 

the movie progresses on; a cheesy boy-meets-girl romcom. yet the plot feels a little close to home. and kento laughs to himself as you scrunch his shirt, anchoring yourself down to reality during whatever fantastical dream you seem to be having.

you start to babble in your sleep. it’s nothing coherent, but kento finds it endearing nonetheless. “…love you, kento.” 

his ears perk up in record time at the comment.

you yawn into him and repeat the sentiment once more. kento can feel the tips of his ears getting warm as you double down on your confession. he’s at a crossroads. does he acknowledge your comment? pretend like it doesn’t light a fire in his stomach, yearning to cross the line from friends to something more? kento weighs the options but settles on one. he pulls your frame closer and whispers a sweet “love you too, sweetheart.” in your ear. for now, he can revel in your confession. 

for now, he can finally be content.

“ken?” you lightly poke him awake, careful not to startle him. as he comes to, kento lets out a confused “hm?” sleep stricken eyes meet you in a daze, confused by his surroundings. you give him a sweet smile, the one that always makes him melt into a million tiny pieces, and brush his hair out of his eyes.

“you practically passed out as soon as you sat down.” just as he does, the reality of kento’s situation awakens as well. “thought you were the one asleep.” “seemed like you were having a nice dream though.” 

“too good to be true.” those sweet brown eyes pour into yours, hoping you might just know what it was about. but kento knows that’s not how it works. yet he takes it in stride. “so how was it? what great triumphs and tribulations did i miss?” kento sinks back into the couch. he watches as you give an animated retelling of the film plot (including voices), and a little part of his heart breaks. it’s bittersweet, but for now he would accept the platonic nature of your relationship. kento already had it in his mind that you would need to be the one to raise the topic of a more romantic dynamic. yet there was no doubt about it. he was smitten by you.

even for a moment- even if it was just a dream, he was able to have his own wishes feel like reality. and he’d wait patiently for the day you’d reciprocate. the day his fantasies come true.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #divider by firefly-graphics

[ultzwoozi]

“One Step Closer”

currently playing: you broke me first by tate mcrae

pairings: doyoung x reader (but this chapter is mainly/only haechan x reader!) genre: angst/fluff (this chapter is angsty) warning(s): haechan being an ass, using someone as a rebound, haechan gaslighting and gatekeeping but not girlbossing. word count: 2.7k authors note: hii this is my first series! its gonna be small but i hope you guys like it! its gonna be doyoung x reader BUT we gotta look at the past to understand the present! i hope you like the rest :)

summary: the last one hurt you bad, so you swore off dating. what happens when you meet someone who had the same story?

“Tomorrows your big day. How do you feel?” Sitting on your couch with your best friend, drinking and eating whatever snacks were in your cabinet, You sat and took it all in. “It feels unreal woo, like i'm graduating. That's wild. Kinda sad my parents couldn’t make it but at least you and Hyuk will be there.” Wooyoung sighed and turned to face you completely. “I still don’t get why you’re dating him. He barely passed college. He uses everyone hes around, y/n. He didn’t have the best reputation in college or highschool. I also heard that he and his ex didn’t end too well..”

You playfully punch wooyoung and shake your head. “Hey, he's nice. And so far nothing has been wrong. He cares, he’s gonna get a better job after i graduate so the two of us can live comfortably. He promised. He’s been nothing but sweet to me. Maybe he changed. I think I actually love him.. He's so much better than the others, woo. Can you trust me?” Wooyoung shrugged and nodded, he went along with what you said, Hoping it's for the best. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be back.”

Once Wooyoung was up and out of the way, you pulled out your phone and called the contact labeled “Hyuk 💕” it took a couple rings but he eventually picked up.

“Hey sorry to bother, I hope you're not busy but you’re still coming to my graduation tomorrow, right?” there was silence on the other end for a little while before he spoke up “Yeah of course, i wouldn’t miss it for the world. What time is it?” Wooyoung peeked his head out of the bathroom and figured he’d stay in there for a bit longer so you could talk to your boyfriend.

“Y/n! Oh my god you did it– I'm so proud of you!” That's all you heard all day from everyone. Graduating from medical school is a big achievement. Hearing people be so proud of you at your graduation was something you always wanted to hear. Wooyoung wrapped you in a big hug. “Y/n, I've never been prouder.”

“Thanks woo. Have you seen Hyuck?” Wooyoung gave the biggest face of disgust at you when you asked where your current boyfriend was. He released you from his embrace and pointed to the relatively tall man. He was staring off at the other graduates. He graduated last year, you started dating about 9 months ago. You wondered what he was staring at, but you didn't put much thought into it.

“I’m going to go to him, coming with?” You turn to wooyoung, he shakes his head and points to his best friend, San, who's also graduating this year. “No it's okay, I’m gonna go hang out with San. Let me know if you’re leaving with Donghyuck or me to the restaurant, okay?” You gave Wooyoung a nod and proceeded towards your boyfriend.

He didn’t seem to notice your presence at all until you hugged him from behind, holding the flowers Wooyoung gave you earlier. “Hi! What are you staring at?” Startled, your boyfriend turns to look at you poking out under his arm. “Hm, hi babe. Congratulations!” He hands you a bouquet of flowers similar to Wooyoungs, but instead it's filled with different flowers that aren’t your favorite. Arranged in a certain order, as if it was meant for someone else. Nonetheless, it was a gift from your boyfriend and you gladly accepted it.

“Thanks hyuk. Who were you staring at earlier?” You asked, his face seemed to get sadder before he answered. “No one important, just someone I used to be close to.” You open your mouth to say something when you get cut off by someone calling your name. “Y/n!” you look over and see a man with hair cut nicely, dressed in a button up and black slacks. Next to him was a man around the same height with a pointer nose, dressed similarly. “Jen! I didn’t think you’d make it.” You back away from Donghyuk and hug your cousin, Jeno.

“I wouldn’t miss something like this. Never. I hope you don’t mind, I brought a friend. This is Seokmin, Seokmin, this is my cousin, Y/n.” Seokmin smiled, his smile was bright and warm. He shook your hand and congratulated you. You smiled back and accepted his congrats.

You turn back to your boyfriend, and yet again you see him staring. But this time, you make out who he's staring at. Your friend, Yoonah. Did they know each other? “Yoonah!” You call out to her, she's quick to notice you. It doesn’t take too long for her to notice Donghyuk behind Jeno and Seokmin. The moment she begins to walk closer, Donghyuk excuses himself. He gave you a kiss on your forehead and told you he was going to go collect the others so they could all head out to eat. He left without looking back at Yoonah and went to find the people who came to support you. Jeno and Seokmin followed him.

“Donghyuk? He’s a nice guy.” Yoonah speaks up once he’s out of the way. She’s holding a small card in her hand. “Oh yeah, we’ve been dating for a couple months. He’s nice, do you know him?” Yoonah goes to answer but instead decides to shake her head. “My friends were friends with him, but they had a falling out.” “Ah– I see.” you come to the conclusion that the two were a part of the same friend group.

Yoonah looks down at your hands and notices Donghyuk’s bouquet of flowers. “I didn't know you liked hydrangeas too! They’re my favorite flowers, they're very peaceful. Theyre in the perfect arrangement, you know? the pinks match perfectly with the oranges and yellows.” You nod in agreement, but those aren’t your favorite flower, nor your favorite colors. Wooyoung walks up to you and tells you everyone's waiting. You say your farewells to Yoonah and leave with Donghyuk to the restaurant, Wooyoung and the others following behind.

Dinner went well, everyone had fun. You held hands with Donghyuk under the table. You notice him using his phone more than normal. You’d ask him about it later and just enjoy the presence of everyone for the rest of the day. In the end, You went home with Donghyuk. Wooyoung went back to your shared apartment. When you got home, the two of you immediately crashed in each other's arms. You both were very tired from the day.

It didn’t take long for you to be woken up by the many messages Donghyuk kept getting on his phone. Eventually you decided to grab the phone and look to see what was happening and for what reasons. You didn’t think you’d see him talking about Yoonah to his friends. Nor did you think you’d see that she was his ex. Nor that he had given her that card at graduation. Nor that he had been using you as a rebound this entire time to get over her. Which he hadn’t, he’s still in love with her.

You felt your world crumble. Like nothing more was left. The man sleeping next to you, had been leading you on and using you for a sense of closure. The man who promised to get a better job and live with you, and promised you a life you always wanted, lied. He lied to make things better for himself. At the same time, you can’t help but feel stupid. You believed it, your past relationships were the same way. You were too naive.

You knew there wasn't much you could do now. You can’t control his feelings. The best option was to take evidence of the conversation and leave. So that's exactly what you did. You screenshotted the messages and sent them to yourself. You checked around for more evidence of anything else. You found that he was texting Yoonah some days, saying he missed her. How you were not her.

You didn’t bother to wake him up. You grabbed your stuff and snuck out. It was around 1 am. You just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. You called Jeno to come get you, knowing he’d be awake. “Come on please pick up..” Your cheeks were stained with tears. The moment your heard Jeno’s quiet hello on the other line, the tears came back. “Can you come get me? I’m at Donghyuks apartment, I need to get out of here, please..'' There was silence but the sound of movement being heard on the other line. “Stay on the phone with me, I’ll be right there.”

You went back home to your apartment, Jeno stayed with you. Wooyoung heard the door open and went to the front, not expecting to see you. Once you saw your best friend, You completely broke in his arms. Babbling about what happened and what you saw. “It's not fair, why am I always the second choice? The rebound.” You cried in his arms. Wooyoung just kept telling you to let it out. Jeno stepped out to go get some snacks at the local convenience store, knowing it was going to be a long night.

“I loved him, woo. I thought he loved me too..” all the tears you were holding back with Jeno just all came out. You broke down completely. You never loved anyone as much as you loved Donghyuk. But he played you, and it hurt harder than ever. Wooyoung became silent as he held you.

When Jeno stepped back into the apartment, you were sitting with Wooyoung on the couch. Telling what you saw. “Are you sure?” Jeno came to you with your favorite snack, you took it out of his hands and pulled out your phone. A conversation between Donghyuk and his best friend, Seungkwan, displayed on the screen. “Yes, I’m sure. Even the flowers he bought me were connected to her.” “Did you confront him?” Wooyoung was silent the entire time, he just kept reading the messages. “No, I called you right away. I needed to just get out of there. I just don’t know what I'm gonna do, jen.” Wooyoung stopped reading and looked up at you and Jeno. “Break up with him, I told you from the start he was bad news.”

You hated to admit it, but Wooyoung was right. When you first met, he did give you off vibes but you thought that was just his demeanor. You sat in silence as Wooyoung got up and walked to your rooms to grab blankets. It was silent for a while until someone's phone started ringing. It was Jenos. He picked it up, it was Seokmin. “Doyoung caught what?” Jeno sighed. He turned to you with a sorrowful face. You could tell something happened. “Y/n I'm so sorry but my friend just got cheated–” “No no, that's far worse than mine. Please go comfort him, I have woo. I’ll be okay.” You stood up and hugged Jeno. The strong embrace of your cousin soothed your mind a bit. He grabbed his keys and took his leave.

“I think you should rest for the night. We’ll deal with Donghyuk tomorrow. Together. Okay? Power off your phone, I’ll put on a show or something and we’ll keep your mind off this.” Wooyoung kissed your head and walked over to the kitchen to grab something to drink. You sat on the couch. You stared at your phone, the background being you and Donghyuk smiling and giggling under the cherry blossom trees when they bloomed last spring. You shut your phone off.

When you woke up, Wooyoung was already gone for work. He works at a daycare nearby. Wooyoung was always so good with kids. He was destined to work with kids. It was 9:56 am. You took a deep breath and powered your phone back on. Immediately, You were hit with multiple messages.

Hyuk 💕: Hey babe you left without telling me

Hyuk 💕: where did you go?

Hyuk 💕: are you coming back?

Hyuk 💕: why did you leave?

Woo 🦊💛 : HEYY i left for work but when i come back we’re getting drinks. SO GET DRESSED.

Jen 🐶💙 : I’m so sorry i had to leave last night, i’ll come by later tonight to check on you

Jen 🐶💙 : Don’t worry, i didnt tell your mom :)

Jen 🐶💙 : things will get better, trust

The best option was to answer the most important one first. Donghyuk. You took a deep breath and swallowed back any tears that wanted to leave. It took you a while but you finally thought of something to say.

You : Please don’t contact me again. I know you were only using me as a rebound. You don’t have to keep pretending. You were only using me to get closure from Yoonah. I wish you would've just told me you didn't want anything serious with me beforehand.

Hyuk 💕: I’m coming over, I think it's better we talk about this in person.

You : No, I made up my mind. I think it's better for us to split.

With that you blocked his number. You had the rest of the day by yourself until wooyoung came back home around 6. You figured you could do something productive and go grocery shopping to take your mind off everything. You hopped in the shower and dressed in something comfortable, grabbing your keys and stepping out the house. Trying to calm your mind.

You left the house around 11, you spent the day out. Trying to be productive, there's no need to be hung over on a guy who obviously didn't have the same feelings. You bought things for the house, things for yourself, anything you could afford and felt like buying. When you finally got up and decided its time to go home, it was around 4:30. When you got back home, you saw a shadow standing outside your door. Banging on the door, You heard them call your name. “Y/n, come on, open the door.”

You approached the door and the man. It was Donghyuk. You had no words to say to him. You open the door and let him in. “What do you want, Donghyuk? We’re over, I told you that.” “I want to explain myself, it's not what it seems i promise.” You took a deep breath and decided to hear him out. “You have 10 minutes, I have to get ready for the night.”

“Get ready? For what? Are you seriously going out immediately after breaking up with me?” Donghyuk gave you this look of disgust, similar to the one Wooyoung gave you when you asked where he was at your graduation. “Does it matter? We aren’t together anymor–” “We’re not together anymore because you wanted this to be over. That's why you can’t keep a man because you don’t listen and hear them out.”

You stared at the man who just yesterday felt like the most lovable person. Now today he feels like a stranger. “Are you serious?” you stared at him dumbfounded. Things started to get more heated. “No shit im serious, without even hearing my end you're leaving me and going to– god knows where– tonight to find someone new.”

“Let's get one thing straight, I LOVED you. I told you that. I’ve never told anyone that. And repeatedly you told your friends that I am not Yoonah. That Yoonah was better.” The tears you were once choking back yesterday started to run down your cheeks. “And now you're trying to say it's my fault? Are you serious?”

“That's because it is. You weren’t her, and I was reminded every day about it. Maybe if you tried harder. That's why people cheat on you y/n, that's why people leave you.”

you bit your tongue and kept listening to him go off about how it was your fault. It was all your fault. it got to the point you started to question it yourself, was it your fault?

“You know what, I'm so glad we’re over. Maybe now you’ll realize why you can’t keep a man. I only kept you for so long because I needed someone to replace h–" "I think it's time you go.” Jeno stood in the doorway, staring daggers into Donghyuk.

“Yeah, okay.” Donghyuk stared at you one last time, almost proud of himself for making you cry. He shrugged past Jeno and took his leave. As soon as the door closed, you broke down. Jeno wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.

You swore off dating since then, that was 2 years ago.

#kim doyoung #doyoung #doyoung x reader #doyoung angst #doyoung x y/n #lee donghyuck #haechan #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #haechan angst #nct 127 #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 angst #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 doyoung #nct 127 haechan #kpop #kpop fanfic

[golden-travelers]

For you, My Lord~

Role-Swap SAGAU, Imposter AU, (Creator! Ajax x Acolyte! GN Reader)

TW: Cult behaviors, Yandere, Platonic Yandere, Blood, Gore, Injuries, and etc. You have been warned

(Childe is so ooc like omg, why did I even write this💀😭 also if you wanted to be tag please just comment on what fics you want to be tag)

Even he wasn't sure how it came to this. All he ever wanted was to meet his favorite characters in the game, not to branded a 'so called imposter' and for the characters ruthlessly hunt him down like an animal.

He is hiding in the cold mountains of dragonspine. He was tired, hungry, hurt(physically, mentally and emotionally) and injured of running away from the angry characters, camping with the hilichurls that was oddly docile to him and even gave him food and shelter from the endless winter (sadly they just sloppily bandage his injuries).

For the first time, Ajax felt safe in teyvat, that was until he saw you in all of your glory, the fatui sigil attached at the side of your belt, same goes to your hydro vision (just think of what pyro skirmisher wears that's your clothes but change the red to navy blue, and you don't wear a mask and the hat) with your signature polearm in your hand, looking at him with wide eye.

~~~~~~

When he first started playing genshin, it was the same time of releasing of your character banner, he enjoys how you fight, your skill and your burst in the character trial, him being a rich ass he is, top up in the game to get you and your weapon (he got lucky on your weapon banner only doing 50 pulls and got 2 of your signature weapon in a single ten pull) you were his first 5 star, he enjoyed playing you, being a polearm hydro user you are, he enjoys everything you did in game, he loves the way you talk, your voice, your idle animation, everything! So he kept pulling for you, he only had you c3 with your weapon c2 after your banner ended. You were his main dps of the team (only taking you out when doing oceanid, even though he can build you phys), You had the best artifacts, you were his first triple crowned character, he loved everything about you and sometimes wish that he could met you in real life.

~~~~~~

Well, one of his wishes did come true, meeting you personally but he knows that his life would be ended by you. Fear rushed through his veins and acceptance was all he felt, he knows he is never getting out alive with you finally hunting him down. 'Why does it have to be me?' he thought closing his eyes, accepting his fate.

"Your lordship...?" You softly ask to him, his eyes suddenly snaps at you, in disbelief that you didn't murder him immediately, y-your not going to kill him? He thought, still trying to process on what you said.

"Oh my Heavens! Your lordship!" You yelled in panic as you saw his injuries. You quickly rushed to his side, your weapon dropped to the ground as you use your hydro abilities to heal him. The hilichurls thankfully knows that your not a threat to his lordship, which they let you pass to them without resorting to a fight.

"Y-your not going to kill me...?" He quietly said as you look at him in horror. "K-kill you?! Why would I ever kill you?! Let alone hurt you?! Your our lord! Your our god! You are the divine creator! Killing you is the most greatest sins to have ever committed in teyvat! W-who did this to you, Milord?! I shall hunt them down and bring you justice!" You said angrily, he knows it's not directed to him but he can't help but flinch. You saw this and lowered your tone down.

"N-no don't hunt them down... I fear that they will hurt you too... I don't want them to hurt you..." You barely heard what he whispered to you, so merciful, your still full of rage that you can't hunt the sinners down but you obeyed nonetheless because he is your creator. You then gently pick him up, making sure your not touching his now healed wounds. He was a bit startled by the sudden lift but he let you do what you want.

"If you allow me, my lord, may I take you to snezhnaya? You will be protected there, by me and the tsaritsa, I will assure you, my lord." You ask for his permission to bring him to the tsaritsa, you will do everything and anything the creator tells you to do, even though your loyal to the tsaritsa, your more loyal to him as he is the beloved creator.

"Ok... But can I ask you something?" He softly ask as you continue to walk away from dragonspine, while also being careful to be not seen by the other acolytes.

"Of course anything, milord."

"Anything?"

"For you, My lord."

"Then please call me, Ajax... I'm not fond with honorifics" Ajax quietly whispered, sure he may come from a rich family and the maids and butler call him young master, but he still like being called by his name, he's still human(kinda) you know.

"Of course, Ajax."

And for the first time ever since he came here, he smiled genuinely, as he slowly fell asleep in your arms.

Might make a part 2 again

Tag: @nicebonescomrade

#this is so cringe wtf- #why did i even write this #sagau cult au #role swap sagau #sagau villain au #sagau impostor au #imposter au #Ajax #Childe #genshin tartagalia #Sagau childe #pls im loosing braincells just by reading this

[fanfictionlibrary]

Hi there. How are you doing? I love demon slayer and I liked the one you published about sanemi and her tsuguko. Can I please request one about Tangiro, Inoske, Zenitsu and Nezuko meeting Y/N? (Nothing romantic, just them befriending Y/N) If you can and you feel comfortable doing it can it please be a gn!reader? if not Male is alright.

The breathing technique can be a random one (even one that it's totally made up)

Thank you so much and sorry if you didn't understand the request (English is not my first language)

Meeting the Gang (Demon Slayer x gn!Reader)

Appearance is not specified. Breathing style: Soul breathing.

A/N: The Twilight request will be out in the next few days.

Also, thanks for this lovely request. I am doing fine. How about you, @smile-wearewatching? And don't worry about your English. It's really good! English is not my first language either. So, I get how you feel ;-)

Enjoy!!!

It was an awful mission that your crow had given you by request of Oyakata-sama. The forest surrounding you was dense, and the lack of light made it hard to distinguish trees from wild animals. Or worse, from demons. It did not help that the deeper you went inside the forest, the thicker the fog became. But that was okay. After all, reaching the source of the fog was your goal. Certainly, the demon who was responsible for abducting villagers, waking them from their sleep as his mist sang sweetly to them and luring them inside the forest, must be located there. The night was still young, and the fog had not extended its arms past the forest's borders yet. You had enough time to protect the few unlucky villagers that would be picked as snacks.

Now was the time to act. Still, you wondered how exactly you were supposed to find the demon, the origin, the core of the fog, if you could not even see your hand in front of your eyes.  

But you couldn’t dwell on that for too long. You now had to fulfill your duty as a demon slayer. There was no way around it. When you had officially become a demon slayer, you laid one hand in Death’s oh-so-trusting claws. And he had promised to deliver you peacefully to the land of the dead in case you failed on one of your missions. Heaven or hell - that did not matter, you had told him. Just a painless existence in the afterlife. Something cozy and comfortable. That was all. That being said, you were not afraid of Death. You had looked that possible part of your fate in its face and had accepted it. 

Slowly, you ventured deeper and deeper into the forest. The fog enclosed you more and more, grazing your skin. You halted in your steps, focusing on your breathing style and surroundings. Your technique was soul breathing, which allowed you to sense the souls of others – humans and demons – around you. It gave you an advantage over the demon, allowing you to pinpoint his location. The demon was not strong enough to eclipse this strategy of yours while enveloping you in his fog. Nor did he seem to notice what you were doing.

To your right, you felt it. Three powerful, charismatic human souls. So vibrant in color that they momentarily took your breath away. One soul was red, one yellow, and the other one blue. For now, that is. The color of one’s soul is never definitive. Actually, it is just about every color you can imagine. However, in some moments, one color might prevail, whereas the others decline, only to burst alive at another time. 

What startled you nonetheless were the two demon souls. One demon's soul was green. It fought the three human souls viciously. The other demon soul, the purple one, was unbelievably good-natured and kind. Your heart swelled. You couldn’t believe what you were sensing. A demon fighting alongside humans? A demon fighting a demon? How…?

You accelerated, katana at the ready, and rushed into a clearing where you saw the battle unfolding. The first thing you noticed was the prodigious antlers sprouting from the demon’s head. The demon had hung up some remains of his victims on them. A hand here. An arm there. Hairs, ears… You swallowed thickly, trying your hardest not to vomit on the spot. The demon was at least as tall as a tree. His legs looked like those of a deer, whereas his upper body was human. As is often the case with demons, his face looked remarkably handsome and deceiving. 

A red-haired demon slayer was fighting against the monster, using the water breathing style. At the same time, he tried to evade the thick roots that were trying to grab him mercilessly. So far, the demon slayer, who also had a red scar on his forehead, prevailed. But he couldn’t get any closer to the demon. As soon as he tried, new roots sprouted from the ground. It was obvious that he wasn't able to keep this up for long. He already looked pretty beaten. 

A few meters behind him, directly in front of the clearing’s edge, sat a young boy on the ground. You couldn’t make out his facial features. His eyes were white and enlarged with fear. Desperately, he clung to the demon girl, screeching ceaselessly.

“NEZUKO-CHAN, PLEASE PROTECT ME! I AM GOING TO DIE! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BECOME A DEMON SLAYER. IT WAS A MISTAKE. LET’S RUN AWAY AND MARRY! NEZUKO-CHAN, I AM WEAK AND IN NEED OF HELP-“ 

Suddenly the fair-haired boy passed out and landed on his back. Nezuko, that seemed to be her name, scratched her temple. But then she sweat-dropped and released a puff of air. She seemed to be used to the boy’s demeanor. 

“SHIIIT!” 

Startled, you turned your head. A little away from you was a topless boy, pulling futilely at both of his katana that were stuck in a tree. Why was he wearing the mask of a boar, though? 

“ARGH! THEN I WILL FIGHT YOU WITHOU MY KATANA!” 

Recklessly, the boy with the mask ran towards the demon, dodging the thick roots aimed at him adeptly and fast. But he didn’t seem to notice the three roots growing out of nothingness behind him, ready to pierce his heart. 

You quickly assumed your fighting position. One foot in front of you, the other behind you, katana lifted to your chest. 

“Soul breathing, third form, soulful dancer.” Your body vanished in a blinding flash, before reappearing in front of the roots. You spun around yourself several times, your katana creating lines of ominous and incandescent colors that followed you and slashed the roots into bits and pieces. You landed on your feet gracefully. Your back was turned to the two fighting demon slayers, who had been blinded by the flash that you had created. 

You internally cursed yourself. You had rarely fought with others, making your battle style not the most cooperative one. The boy with the mask and the redhead were shielding their eyes, staggering from side to side. Luckily, you had also momentarily blinded the demon. And the girl… 

Upps. My bad… But the antlers… Those are his weak points!

You turned around quickly. “Soul breathing, fifth form, mortal essence.” In a straight line, you jumped high up in the air, positioning yourself above the demon. Then, you dived down. Rushing first towards the right antler, dismembering it into hundreds of pieces. The black smoke surrounding you intensified as you dashed towards the left antler, gliding through the air and taking care of it until there was nothing left of its regal quality. The demon wailed cries of despair.

As you readied yourself to land on your feet securely - it had become an automatic process by now - you looked toward the red-haired boy. His mouth hung wide open. 

“Fast! The head!” you yelled. “Sever the head!” 

“Uhm… Right!” His fighting spirit returned to him. “Water breathing, second form, water wheel.” The boy jumped. He made a flip and used his improved vertical strike power to behead the demon. The head fell to the ground with a loud thud. The thick body followed quickly after it, whirling dust from the ground. 

“Finally…” The redhead allowed himself a sigh of relief and sheathed his katana. 

All of us watched in silence as the body of the demon and his head dissolved. You felt the demon’s soul vanishing. Your heart seared as you sensed the demon’s pain and how much he repented his crimes. You stored that pain in your heart, reminding yourself to be virtuous and to never fall to the folly of sins. Now, you also had a responsibility for the gone demon. For every demon you witnessed dying, you promised yourself to keep the part that was once human alive by turning your back on vices and partly living virtuously for them, too. That was all you could do. No one remembered their human lives. Nor did you know about them. But it just felt right to live by that principle, remembering by living a good life. It didn’t need to make sense. It just had to feel right.   

“Excuse me?” 

You were wakened from your thoughts as you saw a pair of hands being waved in front of your face. 

“Oh, sorry.” You bowed deep. “I was just lost in thoughts.” You sheathed your katana, too.

“Ah, don’t worry.” The red-haired boy rubbed his neck. “Uhm… I am Tanjiro Kamado. It is nice to meet you. And thank you for your help.” He stretched his hand out to you. 

“Of course. We demon slayers have to help each other out. Life isn’t exactly long if you are one.” You shook his hand, noting his genuine smile. But he didn’t quite know how to respond to your dark humor. Figures… He has such a pure soul. “Oh, and I am Y/N L/N.” 

“HEY! YOU THERE, TWERP.” The boy with the boar mask had gotten his two katana out of the tree and was marching angrily over to you and Tanjiro. He rapped the Japanese swords against each other loudly. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? I HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL! I COULD HAVE PROTECTED MYSELF AGAINST THOSE ROOTS! DON’T EVER GET IN MY WAY AGAIN! OR IN THAT OF SANJURO!” 

“Huh?” You blinked, confused. “Tanjiro-san, who is Sanjuro?” 

Tanjiro smiled half-heartedly, tilting his head. “Ahh… That would be me. Inosuke-kun cannot remember names well.” Slyly, he leaned over to you, lifting his hand to your ear and whispering, all while side-eyeing Inosuke, “I don’t think he even tries.”

“I see…” You returned his smile, watching how Tanjiro calmed Inosuke down with a few words. Somehow, the wild boy listened to Tanjiro. It seemed like the latter was in charge here. Inosuke only huffed, crossed his arms, and turned away from you. 

Suddenly, the fair-haired boy awoke with a start. He shot up, clutching at Nezuko’s arm, asking whether they had landed in the afterlife. Nezuko shook her head, pointing to you and Tanjiro. 

“Tanjiro-kun!” wailed the boy and sped over to his companion as if he were a lightning bolt. “I was so scared! I’m so glad it’s over. Thank you for rescuing me.” 

“Ah, but Zenitsu-kun, I didn’t do the work alone.” Tanjiro gestured to you. 

“Huh? Who’s that?” 

“That’s Y/N-san.” Tanjiro answered. 

“I see…” Zenitsu studied you intensively without saying anything. He narrowed his eyes at you and was about to ask you something, but your attention was directed to Nezuko as she appeared behind Tanjiro, hugging him. 

“Yes, Nezuko-chan, I’m glad you are well, too.” Tanjiro patted the demon girl’s head, flashing his teeth as he smiled brightly. 

You mustered Nezuko. “She is a demon,” you stated bluntly. 

Immediately, the atmosphere got heavy with something you couldn’t quite decipher at first. But as all of the boys became serious, clenching their teeth and staring hard at you, you quickly understood that they were being protective. You could see it in their souls. The friendship and love they had for this demon. 

“She is my sister,” Tanjiro clarified crossly. The hand on his sword hilt tightened. Nezuko glared at you. She did not look ashamed, which you had expected her to be. 

“Your sister…?” You were absolutely baffled. 

“I can understand if you have zero tolerance for Nezuko-chan. She is a demon, after all. But she is one of a kind. There is no one as loveable as she.” Tanjiro’s temple pulsed threateningly. “Still, if you’re really so blinded by your own prejudices, I ask you to leave now. I won’t let you hurt her.” 

“Whoa… Easy.” You lifted your hands in an appeasing manner. “I won’t hurt your sister, Tanjiro-san. I see her soul. I know that she would never harm anyone. And if she did, she would never forgive herself. I am still surprised, though. So, I ask you to understand that.” 

Tanjiro nodded reluctantly, resuming a neutral stance. “So, your breathing style is soul breathing? And it allows you to see others’ souls?”

You nodded. “I’ll tell you more about it later." Grinning, you turned to Nezuko. “Hey there, Nezuko-san.” You stretched your hand out to Nezuko, surprising everyone. “It’s lovely to meet you. I am Y/N.” 

Delighted, Nezuko shook your hand. You did not understand what she said as multiple noises left her mouth, but you got the gist of what she was feeling right now. It was probably hard to say anything with that… thing in her mouth. Could she even talk? 

With the mission being cleared, the five of you decided to return to the village to report to the mayor, telling him that the demon had been defeated. As you walked, you got familiar with the peculiar group dynamics of your companions. Tanjiro was the pillar everyone leaned on and looked up to. He was charismatic, funny, and caring. Zenitsu seemed to be anxious by nature, seeking protection from the others. But as he ran away from the sound of rustling leaves, Tanjiro informed you that he really was a menace in disguise. He hoped that you would be able to witness Zenitsu’s skill in battle one day. Inosuke was… oh boy. He was a handful. Loud. Boisterous. Downright feral. As for Nezuko… It was hard to tell. She just seemed happy to be there, grinning brightly and sticking close to her brother. But there was an underlying deepness to her that you had yet to discover. She was like an ocean, deep with mysteries and raw emotion. 

After you had reported to the mayor, rousing him from his sleep, you were granted hospitality at his mansion. You had a room to yourself, and while you tried to sleep, you heard loud yelling from the adjacent room. Apparently, the boys were fighting about something or practicing their breathing forms… The words carried over to you were often jumbled. At some point, you clearly discerned Nezuko’s voice, several loud thuds, and then, total quietude. 

A few seconds later, the door to your room opened, and in the frame appeared Nezuko. Wordlessly, she dragged her wooden box behind her as she shut the door, placed it beside you, and crawled into it. Before she closed the box’s door, she stuck her head out, nodding at you to wish you a good night’s rest. 

You stared at the ceiling. Completely dumbfounded. Traveling with the four of them – you had agreed to go on the next mission together if you weren’t required to go on solo missions – would be most interesting.  

#demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #kagaya ubuyashiki #hashiras #wind hashira #insect hashira #water hashira #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #rengoku kyojuro #muichiro tokito #obanai iguro #tengen uzui #mitsuri kanroji #gyomei himejima #katana #anime #anime and manga #fanfiction #demon

[8loveletters]

"just let me love you, okay?"

pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn reader

word count: ~1.5k

genre: fluff, (very little) angst, established relationship

content warnings: mentions of depression, wonwoo is a few years older (not a lot!), reader is implied to be shorter/smaller than wonwoo, like two kisses, not sure about anything else but lmk if i missed something

a/n: this is my first time ever writing anything like this and i did it pretty quickly in my notes app lol so sorry if it's sloppy/bad i just had the idea and wanted to write it out!

you arrive home from work, take your shoes off at the door, and head straight towards your bedroom. when you open the door, you find your boyfriend in a sorrier state than you had left him that morning. wonwoo was still sleeping then, and he at least seemed to get some relief in his dreams. he always looked so peaceful. the same could not be said of his countenance while awake. lately he had been sinking deeper and deeper into a dark depression and some days it felt like all you could do was watch. you always did your best to help and support him, but you were just one person with your own limitations after all.

you feel a confusing mix of emotions as wonwoo turns his attention away from the show he is binge watching on netflix to look at you with a soft smile. you are glad to see a glimpse of light cross his face. you are devastated by how rare and fleeting it is these days.

when his eyes focus back on the tv, yours begin to scan the bedroom. you notice two water bottles on the bedside table, one empty and one about half full. next to them lay a few empty bags of various snacks. you feel relieved to see that he had at least managed to feed and hydrate himself somewhat while you were gone for the day.

"how was your day?" you're slightly taken aback when you hear the words that you were just about to let out come from wonwoo's mouth first. moments like these happened often enough that you'd begun to wonder if he couldn't read your mind, but it still usually startled you nonetheless.

"nothing special. pretty boring. much better now that i get to see you." you see your smile reflected across wonwoo's lips, though you can't help but notice a twinge of sadness in his eyes.

"you sure about that? there's not much to see." his tone is slightly humorous, but you know deep down this is how he really feels. like he's not much, nothing special.

at this, you walk over and plop yourself down on the edge of the bed, slightly blocking his view of the tv. when you see him start to move his head to look around you at his show, you take the remote and pause it. he is forced now to meet your eyes which look back at him as if he is the most wonderful and amazing sight to behold. as he begins to inhale before whining about your rude interruption, you cut him off with your index finger gently pressed against his soft lips.

"get up." his eyebrows furrow and a lost look spreads across his face at your sudden command. before he can ask any questions, you are pulling him out of bed by the hand and leading him to the bathroom.

you reach up to take off his glasses when he stops you, grabbing your small wrist with his large hand. "what's all this about? i was in the middle of something, you know." you can hear the annoyance in his voice and you can't help but find it kind of cute how he sounds like a little kid.

"you've already watched that entire series twice now," you remind him. "i just wanted to do something special for you. i wanted to make you feel as beautiful and precious as you are to me. let me take care of you today."

at this, you feel the grip on your wrist tighten slightly and his face changes from looking annoyed to looking almost angry. "i can take care of myself. i don't need you taking pity on me." you know this is just an involuntary defense mechanism, the way he tries to push you away and do everything on his own instead of asking for or accepting help. however, you still can't help but feel slightly hurt and offended. but right now you're focused more on how he's feeling.

"it's not pity, wonwoo. it's love. i love you. and i want to show you that love. i want to be there for you the way you've always been there for me. just let me love you, okay?"

his hand slowly falls down to his side and you proceed to take his glasses off and set them  down on the counter next to the sink. you place your hand on his cheek and take a moment to look into his dark, beautiful eyes which now seem to have softened just a bit. now, more than sadness, you can see love staring back at you.

you move on to draw a bath and help wonwoo out of his old tshirt and worn out sweatpants that you're positive he's been wearing for a few days now. "i'll be right back," you say softly after he has settled into the warm water. you leave to let him sit with his thoughts for a moment, but also to tidy up the bedroom a bit and grab his favorite scented candle off of the dresser.

you enter the bathroom again and light the candle. you notice a slight, reminiscent smile creep across his lips as the scent makes its way to him. you bought him this candle for his birthday after he mentioned in the store that the smell reminded him of his childhood.

"thank you," he says so softly it's almost inaudible. he clears his throat and adjusts his volume, now looking you straight in the eye. "thank you, y/n. and, i love you too." the way he is smiling at you like he hasn't in weeks makes you suppress your urge to respond that he never needs to thank you for loving and caring for him. you just wanted to live in this moment for a bit.

you connect your bluetooth speaker to your phone and turn on his favorite relaxing playlist. as the music begins to fill the echoey bathroom, you proceed to slowly and intently wash his entire body. you see him start to fully relax as you move onto his hair, even letting himself hum along to the sweet melody as you run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

wonwoo was a few years older than you and with his personality had always taken on more of the caregiver role between the two of you. especially when you were going through your roughest times. he was always so strong for you no matter what he was struggling with himself. lately, though, it seems he got to a breaking point. on one hand it tore you apart to see him this way. but on the other you couldn't help but feel some relief that he trusted you enough to show such a vulnerable side of himself. to let himself feel all of his feelings, even if they weren't always very pretty. you feel like you could cry in this moment because you are so happy you can finally repay even a fraction of the love and kindness he has shown you throughout your relationship. you were happy you were at a place in your life in which you could finally be the one caring for him when he most needs it.

after drying his hair and body off, you turn to walk back into the bedroom to grab some fresh clothes. before you can make it to the threshold, wonwoo grabs your arm and pulls you back against his bare chest. his body is so warm and the wonderful smell of his freshly washed skin makes your own cheeks heat up slightly. his big, delicate hands reach down and pull your chin up so your eyes can meet his. he looks down at you with so much love and you swear you can almost see tears forming in his eyes. before you can get a good enough look to be sure, he pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. he pulls away and smiles, eyes still closed for a moment, while savoring the taste of your lips. after all this time, he was still able to make a swarm of butterflies swell in your stomach.

"come on," you say in a sing-song voice. "let's go to bed." at this point the sun had set and you bring the candle into the bedroom with you, letting its soft glow illuminate the space from your bedside table. you snuggle up together under the warm blankets and when you lay your head on his chest, you are almost immediately lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat.

"y/n?" you respond with a soft hum and look up at him with drowsy eyes. he chuckles and seems to abandon whatever he had intended to say after seeing how worn out you are. "sweet dreams, my love."

the last thing you remember is him leaning over to blow out the candle and placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. you knew tonight wouldn't magically cure everything, but you drifted off into sleep feeling content that you could at least ease some of his pain even if just for one night.

#svt #seventeen #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #fluff #pg

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hello, I saw your blog and I want to make a request, about some headcanon of genya and muichiro with a reader who is a very homely person, who likes cooking and doing chores a lot and could be considered a "housewife", she can be gender neutral I hope it is not a problem and that you have a nice day/afternoon/night

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I hope this is of your liking! Let me know what you think!

I also would like to ask you to, please, read the rules thoroughly as kimetsu is not on the list for now. This is an EXCEPTION and I will NOT grow it into a habit.

You must check the RULES here.

Tsuki's note:

1) this is supposed to be gender neutral, as I wish to include as many readers as possible.

2) I suppose the reader runs chores around the slayers base.

3)A little angst? Maybe? Just a sprinkle? But mostly fluff.

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Genya

• We all know the boy used to be rough at first.

• When you two first met, it was no different. He was rude to you, bumped into you, sneered and glared.

• As you did nothing to him you just stared back at him, a little taken aback, but hey, no picking fights with strangers!

• Strangers, you may be asking yourself. Why yes. You tried to introduce yourself but he didn't care that much.

• Sometime went by before you met him again. This time he was taller, actually, bigger in general.

• As you spotted him you remembered your last not so pleasing encounter. But you did have the duty to deliver the food for the corps.

• So you didn't really waste much time there, you tapped his shoulder and offered the food and a smile. And soon you were back to your merry way to deliver some more.

• You heard a little cough. But you paid no mind. And again. You kept walking. Until you felt a tug on your sleeve, a light one.

• When you turned around you found that rude boy awkwardly looking at the floor. You were puzzled by that.

• He stutters an apology to you. Surprising? Yes. But you accepted it, you just assume he had a bad day then, eventually you came to learn he was normally that rude.

• Until then, you two had small chats whenever you had something to give the corps.

• At some point he asked you if you didn't get bored of doing this delivery job. You told him that it was fun to watch people's faces eating your food.

• Now that had startled him. You cooked?

• You got a little offended by the surprised "wow, you cooked this?"

• You puffed your cheeks and said you could do more than that. Of course you were still learning how to sew properly, but no one needs to know right?

• He was amazed with your abilities. To do house work requires some dedication and patience.

• He started to admire you. You did these things considered chores happily! Smile and laughing!

• But this wasn't a one hand way. No, no. You also admired how he could fight against those monsters.

• With this mutual admiration you both grew closer.

• Genya always looked forward to eat your food and being in your care. It felt like a safe heaven, he even told you about his brother, his life and what brings him here. It was so easy to chat with you!

• You, on the other hand, hurried to help patch him up, tried extra hard to make that dish he liked so much, you felt so safe around him and you were looking forward to meeting him day after day!

• Even though you were learning how to care for wounds, he loved it nonetheless. The feeling of your hands carefully touching him as if he was glass, felt so right!

• He always got very amused at how you had some difficulties at sewing. Which he was surprisingly good at. So he taught you at times.

• He was always gentle around you, but not to the point where it made you feel like you were made of glass. Just some gentle aura around him.

• He always worried about you and your safety. When he was around he would carry your groceries and just go anywhere with you " it's dangerous to walk alone". Endearing!

• Needless to say your relationship went from strangers to friends to... awkward friendship. A point to which you liked each other, but we're too scared of ruining the friendship.

• You would often sit together and just chat while eating some snack or just watching him clean his gun

• And honestly? It was a nice time.

• When he finally decided to confront his brother, he came back a mess.

• You rushed to hug him. It broke your heart how upset he was.

• He was in a negative state so here you were, promising him he wasn't a bad person, Sanemi must have something else in mind and finally you promised to do his favourite dish!

• He slowly broke out of this negative view.

• After a long silence he thanked you. For being there, for being kind, for being you.

• You were flustered and couldn't really think of anything to say.

• All you could do was pack somethings for him to take to the training grounds.

• He was beyond happy and thankful!

• You promised him to greet him with something even better when he came back!

• Surprisingly he got more energetic! He knew he hit the jackpot with you.

• You went shopping that evening. When you returned there was a massive hole and destruction everywhere.

• The only thing you could do, for now, was to prepare for everyone's return. Especially Genya's return.

Muichiro

• Muichiro is painfully aloof. Getting his attention wasn't easy.

• You often would walk up to him, say hi, deliver his stuff and leave. He wouldn't even bat an eye at you. Not a word, nothing.

• One day, you tripped on a tree's root and ended up spraining your ankle. So you had to stay home for 2 days to rest.

• So you did. But in the meanwhile you decided it would be painfully boring to just lay there. So you requested your peers to bring you some cloth. What did you do? Cat's clothes. Why? Because why not.

• You did two. One for each day.

• On the third day you were back to your regular duties. Same routine as always.

• You walked up to Muichiro, said hi, delivered his stuff and walked away. He was staring at the sky as usual.

• Before you could get far, you heard him faintly asking" where have you been?"

• You were taken aback by the question. You turned around on your heels and stared at him confused.

• He rephrased his question: " the food and organization were different"

• Oh. Did he really notice that? You stuttered an "oh" and proceeded to explain what happened.

• He didn't reply. You stood there in silence and finally asked him what was bothering you for a while " is my food THAT different?"

• He simply said yes.

• You sighed. " a good different or bad different?"

• Silence. You sighed again and said goodbye and walked away.

• You faintly heard from behind " a good different"

• You turned your head and smiled. But he was still staring at the sky.

• Next few days you had a brighter smile. You were happy about that compliment! Small? Yes, but very important.

• Alas you had to be absent, yet again. This time you had burned your hand and thus, had different chores until it was healed enough.

• When you came back to your normal schedule, you did your routine as usual. Said hi to Muichiro and placed his stuff next to him. While you were saying goodbye he suddenly said " don't ever stop coming"

• You got beyond confused, he explained " the others are noisy." He finally looked down at you " and I like your food better".

• You just.... blinked. You didn't know what to say. After a long silence you mutter a "thanks?" He nodded to it. And asked about your burned hand.

• Before you explained, he tapped for you to sit next to him. He started straight ahead while eating and hearing you explain. He only told you to be careful.

• What seemed to be a normal chat became a new routine. He would ask for you to sit there everyday. He asked what you did besides these errands. You mention the cat clothes, the organizing and the food.

• He would often throw questions as to why you did those chores. You always said it was nice, it wasn't a chore! You even offered to help him if he needed it.

• He was silent. But he patted your head. You took this as an awkward " you too"

• It was a silent, yet meaningful time you two spent together. You slowly realized he started to stare at you sewing or separating the goods for each slayer.

• You also realized his shoulders would relax. Attention fully focused on you.

• You got flustered by it, obviously. But you also appreciated to be able to work in peace and feel extra safe too!

• Because of his attention on you he noticed every little thing. Be it a cut, sunburn, tan, your hair, everything.

• You loved that he was calm all the time. That he was interested in you, cared about you.

• He would often tell you to be careful while going around. You never saw him fight, but he didn't seem to have much trouble, as his eventual wounds were shallow.

• You tended to them. He seems to like it more than having the medical tending for him.

• When he went to train and be trained you would make something for him everyday. His spot would be ready for a sky staring moment.

• He warned you to not make it a habit. But he couldn't lie, he loved it!

• On that afternoon, a loud noise was heard. He told you not to move and stay safe. Soon he would return.

• And for that, you got his favourite things almost ready. All it would need was a little work and bam! All ready to the starry sky.

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This is it! I hope you have enjoyed!

Let me know what you thought of it!

Thank you for reading!

It's been a long time since I read/watched kny.. might be a little off?

Anyway!

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaibe x reader #genya x reader #shinazugawa geanya x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #muichiro x reader

[eddienbird]

Shotgun

Summary: Eddie and you are in the garage, where you are smoking weed for the first time.

Warnings/Tags: Drug Use/Smoking|Nipple play|Play fighting?|Hickies/Biting|Oral Sex|Female!Reader|Unprotected Sex

A/N: This is an NSFW one-shot based on my fanfic “Eddie & Bird” Minors please DNI!! This is my first spicy one shot so I'm pretty excited, I hope you guys like it.

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You and Eddie had woken up late on a Sunday with absolutely nothing to do. Eddie had been dying to have a smoke session with his Bird, and you enthusiastically accepted the offer without really thinking about the fact that you had little to no experience with taking substances.

There you guys were, sitting in the garage on two camping chairs with a small stool in between them. Eddie utilized the stool to hold his baggies of weed and rolling paper.

“See and then you lick the end of the paper sticking out,” Eddie explained. You watched his tongue glide along the end of the paper, feeling goosebumps develop all over your  legs in response. Eddie rolled up the rest of the joint and held it out for you. “And there you go, you’re ready for a sesh,”

“Ah, cool,” You nodded.

“Are you not gonna take my offering? I mean I literally just did the hard part for you,” Eddie teased.

“No it’s not like that, I’ve just never smoked weed before,” You blushed, moving your eyes away from Eddie in embarrassment. “I guess I’m kinda nervous,”

“Here baby, lemme help you,” Eddie shifted your chairs to make them face each other. Your heart pounded as he got closer to your face.

Eddie flicked his lighter and quickly lit the end of the joint. His index finger and thumb met his plump lips before he took a hit.

“Come here,” he said without exhaling. He brought your face to his with his other hand. “Open…” 

You followed Eddie’s order, slightly parting your lips. You were a bit startled as you felt him start to blow smoke into your mouth. Once you figured out what was going on, you started to inhale. You turned away to cough due to the sharp pain in your lungs.

“Woah, woah, woaaaah! Good giiiirl,” Eddie chuckled, patting your back. “You did a great job taking that, babe,”

“Thank you,” you stuttered through coughs and giggles.

You two repeat the process until you properly felt the high taking effect. You felt as if you were sinking in your chair and your cheeks felt warm. 

“I told you it’d be fine scaredy-cat,” Eddie smacked the top of your thigh that was exposed due to how short your pajama bottoms were. You thumped the back of his head in response. “Ow!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Baby,” You said in a mocking tone, pouting your lips.

“Oh I’m gonna get you now!” You saw Eddie starting to stand up and ran as fast as you could to the bedroom. You tried to close the door behind you, but the high made you clumsy and Eddie was able to grab you by your hips. “I gotcha!” He growled. You squealed as he picked you up and playfully body slammed you into bed. 

He pinned his body against you and you felt his abs tighten as he chuckled. He swiftly pinned your arms above you with one hand and you watched the other reach down under your arms.

“No!” You said, breathlessly. You knew what he was about to do and you braced yourself.

“Oh yeah!” Eddie stuck his tongue out as he began tickling your right armpit. You screamed so loud, you worried for a second that a neighbor could hear you.

“Eddiiieee! Eddie, no I’m-“ 

He quieted your whining by reaching down for a kiss. You were pleasantly surprised by how good his kiss felt. It started with small, slow pecks. You loved the way his lips cushioned yours. The kiss got progressively deeper until they were sloppy tongue kisses. You could taste the smoke in his breath but you enjoyed it nonetheless. When he pulled his lips away, you saw that Eddie was now straddling you. His fingers dragged up along your sides and then to the top of your breasts.

“Can I play with you, Baby?” He shot you a sexy smirk. His eyes started to glow as he saw the imprint your nipples were making through your shirt.

“Yes,” You nodded while giving a goofy smile.

“God, you’re so cute,” Eddie said before softly massaging your breasts. You ached while waiting for his fingers to swipe along your nipples. When they did, you let out a soft moan. “It should be illegal for you to wear a bra, your tits are so perfect,” he growled before pushing your tank top above your breasts.

You tangled your fingers in Eddie’s hair before he put his mouth on the bottom of your right breasts. He greedily bit it, sucking on you until it left a hickie. You sucked in air as you felt the shock of pain. “Fuck… Eds that hurt,”

“Shut up, you love wearing my bites,” Eddie spat before repeating the process on your left side. “I bet you’re already wet for me,” he trailed kisses down your stomach. When he got to your thigh, he placed another deep bite into the thickest part of it. You cried out in response. “Let me take these off you,” Words were beyond you at this point so you nodded furiously. Eddie bit into the front of your shorts and panties, his rough hands taking a hold of each side before slipping them off your long legs. He watched intently as he saw a trail of your wetness from you to your underwear. “Just as I thought,” he whispered before licking along your slit.

Your moan echoed through the room, bouncing around your head. The drug you took made every part of you twice as sensitive. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw tiny fireworks behind your eyelids. Eddie threw your legs over his shoulders before he sunk his mouth onto you. You loved the way he flattened his tongue wide to not miss a part of your sex as he swiped up. Your thighs were squeezing the hell out of his cheeks as you felt close to your orgasm.

“Eddie… Baby I’m gonna-“ He heard that began driving his tongue inside you. He wanted to feel your walls squeeze his tongue as you finished.

“Mmmm. You’re so delicious baby girl,” You grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing his face in front of yours. You swiped your tongue along his coated lips.

“I agree,” You giggled as he paused, looking down at you with his big brown eyes. 

“Fuck you’re so hot, I need you now,” he barked, undoing the strings of his gym shorts. In a swift movement, he flipped you over and brought your legs off the side of your bed. He spit into his hand and spread it over his achingly hard cock. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, please Daddy,” you whimpered with your cheek against the bed. You took your hands behind you, spreading yourself open for Eddie.

“God you’re so fucking hot,” Eddie said as he admired the sight of your already messy hole. He took his cock into his hand, lining himself up with you. You let out a loud gasp as he slowly pushed into you. “Tell me if you’re ready,”

“I’m ready… Please fuck me,” you breathed. Eddie didn’t take another second. He locked his hands on your hips and began pounding into you. You let out a scream every time you felt the tip of his cock ram into your g-spot. Even with being balls deep inside you, he needed to feel more. He laid on your back, pounding you harder into the side of the bed.

“I’m going to cum, Princess. Take it,” He growled before releasing his load into you. His cock slipped out, causing you to leak out onto the bedroom floor. He kissed you all over your back, thanking you for letting him use you.

“God, now I’m fucking hungry,” you giggled with Eddie exhausted, laying on top of you.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #minors dni #stranger things #eddie x reader

[angel-eyes05]

i remember his hands - preview

PAIRING: kang the conqueror x fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a scientific experiment goes horribly wrong, you've been transported to the quantum realm and have been stuck there for the past decade. with no company, aside from janet van dyne, your life changes forever when a mysterious man in a golden ship crash lands next to your settlement. startled with his initial presence, you two have a rocky start. but as time goes on, you two find each other slowly drawn to one another. you have secrets though, and he has a past he refuses to bring up. can you two make it through navigating an unknown world together, discovering any ulterior motives, and stand the test of time in a place where time has no meaning at all?

INFO: slow romantic burn, pretty fast sexual burn, kinda enemies to lovers????, takes place during that little flashback janet has during quantumania, idk how accurate this is gonna be to canon stuff cause i get very confused about the quantum realm lol, reader is in mid to late 20s while kang is in his “early 30s” (ik he like technically doesn't age or whatever idk the lore but i just made it accurate to jonathan majors age and wanted to give an accurate age range/gap/count), y/k is very fleshed out like i give her everything lol

WARNING: implied su!c!dal thoughts

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 570

NOTES: hi there!!!! did i make an account just so i could post this? yes, yes i did, and what about it. I was looking for quantumania!kang fics and turns out, theres like 3-4!! so i was like, hey why not. please don't judge my writing cause this is the first fic i’ve written…like ever lol. also, please suspend your disbelief for this, like don’t question why they have working appliances or whatever or that i made up names for the monsters or something, cause 1) idk how to explain that stuff and 2) that's not the main focus sooooo yeah. but, nonetheless, i hope you guys enjoy, if anyone even reads this at all even though this is mainly for my sake lol.

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It’s been ten years. Ten years since it all went wrong and you landed in this wretched place. Ten years since you’ve had a decent meal and been able to sleep soundly without having to worry about the creatures of the quantum realm getting you in the night. It got slightly better around seven years ago when you found Janet Van Dyne, someone who had experience in navigating this strange world. About 30 years of experience in fact. The thought of you being down here for that long made you nauseous. 

Every day was the same. Wake up, check the settlement perimeter, help Janet with breakfast, hunt surrounding mites, occasionally go into town to trade for parts, eat dinner, then go to bed. Thank god Janet was there or else you might’ve gone insane by now. All this repetition was not your style at all.

You missed life up above. You missed going out with your friends. You missed running into people at the grocery store you haven’t seen since elementary school. You missed your yearly trip to New York during Christmas and seeing everything so festive. It sounds pretentious but it was the truth.

But what you missed most of all was San Francisco. It sounds stupid but you loved it there more than anything. You loved how the flowers would bloom during the springtime. You missed feeling the wind through your hair, as aggressive as it would be at times. You missed going to the beaches. Being in the cool water, feeling the sand in between your fingers and toes, being kissed by the sun. God, you missed the sun. Everything was so dark down here. So…hopeless. Thank god Janet was there or you might’ve…

There wasn’t any point in thinking like that anymore. You had accepted life the way it was. It wasn’t like you had a solid plan for making it back home anyways. As much as you did miss it, it wasn’t like the power of hope, love, and friendship would make a quantum tunnel appear out of thin air. Even if you could find someone selling the necessary pieces to power the tunnel, they would probably be listing it at way too high of a price for you to apprehend it. So for now, and probably for the rest of your life (however long of that left you had, time was strange down here), all the good you can do is try to protect yourself, keep Janet company, and stare at the stars, or whatever you wanted to call them. 

That's exactly what you decided to do before heading off to bed. After checking the surroundings of the settlement for mites, you sat next to the closest thing you could call a creek and just stared up at the engulfing darkness. The tranquility this activity brought you allowed you to sleep soundlessly, without an unknown creature coming out of the shadows to attack you. While staring up at the twinkling lights, you see one of them in the distance that appears to be moving closer to you. As it gets closer, you can make it out as a circular, golden ship. It crash lands about 300 feet away, causing the earth around you to shake. Curiosity takes over you as you decide to start heading over to the crash sight, unaware about how much the repetition of your life you always complained about was about to dissolve.

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NEXT PART

A/N: hiiiiii, so that was the quick little preview, i hope you liked it. i’m gonna be honest im very nervous about posting this lol 😭. but i hope you enjoyed it. chapter 1 should come out shortly after i post this so i hope you’ll stick around for the rest of the series!!!

#i remember his hands #kang the conqueror #kang x reader #kang the conqueror x reader #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu phase 5 #quantumania #ant man #fem!reader

[crypt-tids]

A Gift Unto the King

8

Arrangements

Morning couldn’t come soon enough. At some point in the wee-hours, Lucas had managed to doze off, but it was hardly what he would call a restful sleep. Within the few, fleeting moments of slumber he was granted, he dreamt of horrible things. Everywhere he turned in his twisted dreamscape, he was met with gut-wrenching carnage. His village burned, and blood soaked the streets. Charred and dismembered corpses were strewn about everywhere he looked, and no matter how desperately he cried out, there were no survivors there to hear him. He’d try to run away, but each time he did, his dream would loop him right back to where he started. It was like existing in his own personal hell, and the sour taste of it all lingered heavily on his mind. In all his life, he hardly remembered ever suffering from such a severe night terror. It felt so real, he almost wondered if there was something more to it.

Having been startled awake, he now sat up in bed, wrapped in his blanket, attempting to forget about the rough night he’d had. His muscles were sore, but not as sore as usual, which he appreciated, and for the first time in weeks, he didn’t have morning sickness nagging him out of bed. Aside from being incredibly exhausted—and a bit traumatized from his vivid night terror—it was shaping up to be a moderately decent morning.

Unable to ignore the dryness in his mouth any longer, he slid out of bed, and fetched a cup of water. Once his thirst had been quenched, he decided to shuffle back to bed. Just before crawling in, he stopped himself. With a touch of curiosity, and an equal amount of nerves, he drew a deep breath, and slowly lifted his shirt. Pushing the waist of his pants down slightly, he inspected his lower belly. His heart skipped a beat as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. There, resting softly between his hips, was a tiny bump. Small and unassuming, but there nonetheless. Frantically, he ran his hands over it, unable to believe his eyes.

It can’t be! He thought to himself as he poked at the little swell. There’s no way…

Unconsciously, he sat down on the bed, his attention still fully focused on his belly. There it was, the confirmation he’d been waiting for on bated breath. No longer could he trick himself into believing it wasn’t true, because it was. Resting beneath his hand was the undeniable proof of that.

The emotions competing for dominance within him left him feeling overwhelmed and conflicted. He had received the answer he’d been dreading ever since Alistair’s diagnosis; and yet, it was also the answer that his heart was begging for. To have a family of his own had always been a silent dream of his, but as a knight, he’d accepted it wasn’t possible. But here he was, staring down at the impossible that had taken up residence within his womb. Eventually, the shock gave way, and his eyes welled with tears.

He’d never imagined he could ever be filled with so much joy and so much fear all at once. Growing within him was a gift more precious than diamonds and gold. A gift bestowed unto him by the man he loved, but a gift he could never share with him. The child would grow up never knowing their father, and Lucas would have to accept that; but as much as that fact weighed on him, he knew he wanted the baby, even if he had to go through it alone.

Stroking his small belly with his thumb, he smiled.

“Your life may not be easy, little one,” he whispered affectionately, “and I hope you’ll forgive me for that someday. But the world can be a wonderful place, too… sometimes.” He half laughed. “And I’d really like for you to see it.”

Aoife slept clear through the night in Vin’s bed, forcing him to catch what little rest he could in the solar. He didn’t sleep much, though, as every time he closed his eyes, he’d see her drained, weakened body in his arms. Even though he knew she was safely recovering in his chambers, the guilt of what he had done wasn’t fading, and likely never would.

As he listened to the birds chirping outside the window, his mind drifted to Lucas. He hated leaving him alone on the full moon, but Lucas had made himself clear, and he had to respect that. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel that there was more tension between them than there should have been. As if Lucas was forcefully distancing himself, and for what reason exactly Vin couldn’t quite grasp. Even if they were forbidden from being lovers, they were still friends long before that, and Vin hoped that on some base level, they’d be able to return to that if nothing else. However, he couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his chest that told him the foundation of their entire relationship had been upended, and he’d lost Lucas forever. No matter how many times he tried to convince himself that Lucas just needed time, he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. There was something more to it, just beyond the veil of his sight, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see it. Even still, the small glimmer of hope he’d forced on himself was the only thing holding him together.

As Vin got up from the chair, he smoothed out his hair, grabbed his cloak, and headed down the hall to the stairs. It was still early in the morning, so breakfast wasn’t ready yet, but he wasn’t hungry anyways. Instead, he decided to go for a morning stroll around the grounds. Just as he was about to don his cloak, his mother stopped him.

“Ah, my darling, up early I see.” She smiled softly, but her aura was uneasy.

“Yes, I thought some fresh air would do me good.” Vin said flatly, paying her fairly little mind.

“A wonderful idea! But first, there is someone I’d like you to meet.” Marion’s voice was laden with nerves. “Princess Carmilla!”

From around the corner emerged a young woman, close in height to Vin, wearing a deep burgundy gown, belted with gold casted leaves and vines. A matching circlet rested on her head, the vines converging on her forehead to frame a sizable opal. Her black hair fell just past her shoulders in tight ringlets, which had nearly swallowed the circlet completely.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Your Highness.” Carmilla bowed slightly.

“Likewise.” Vin responded, glaring at his mother.

“Elvenwood has done us the honor of aligning themselves with us in the coming war.” Marion said, clearing her throat.

“Then Elvenwood holds my deepest gratitude.” Vin nodded to Carmilla with a small smile, which she returned.

“Indeed.” Marion smiled, hands clasped tightly in front of her. “Well, don’t let me stand in the way of you two acquainting yourselves.” She directed her attention back to Carmilla. “I’ll have your things moved into your chambers, and someone will show you the way upon your return.” With that, Marion bowed slightly, and then scurried off.

Vin did his best to conceal his current discontent, however, that well ran deep.

“If you would rather, I can stay behind. I don’t wish to impose.” Carmilla spoke calmly.

“Of course not. I’d be honored if you’d accompany me.” Vin gestured to the large oak doors, currently being held open to allow the servants easy passage as they transported Carmilla’s personal effects.

Carmilla nodded, and the two of them walked side by side out of the castle. They strolled quietly for a while, taking in the fresh air, the morning dew glistening in the sunlight.

“It’s a lovely morning.” Carmilla broke the silence, smiling as a little brown bunny darted across the lawn.

“It is.” Vin replied, before the two fell back into silence.

There was an awkward tension between them, but Carmilla hid her feelings well. However, Vin quickly noticed her twiddling her thumbs nervously. He hadn’t spent much time thinking about it, but he supposed that she may not have been exactly comfortable being thrown into this arrangement either.

“So,” Vin tried to initiate some small talk, “do you have any siblings?”

“I do. All brothers. Two older, one younger.”

“Must’ve been hard growing up surrounded by boys all the time.”

“Growing up with them was the easy part.” Carmilla shook her head and gave a half-hearted smile. “It wasn’t until we became adults that we realized how fundamentally different we are.”

“How so?” Vin asked, and Carmilla adjusted her gaze to meet his. Her dark brown eyes studied his face for a moment.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Any hint of a smile had faded from her deep cherry lips. The sunlight haloed around her coiled hair, her pointed ears poking out ever so slightly.

Vin wasn’t quite sure what to say. Instead he just stared at her. Long after she turned away, his gaze stayed fixed on her. Elves were always said to be incredibly beautiful, blessed by the gods themselves, but Vin hadn’t realized until now the ethereal beauty they possessed.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to sound insulting to you or your kingdom.” She continued after a moment, afraid she had misspoke.

“Not at all.” Vin assured. “If I had it my way, you wouldn’t be here at all.”

Carmilla stopped and turned to Vin, her eyes inquisitive.

“And why is that? Is this alliance not important to you?”

“It’s not the alliance.” Vin stopped as well. “I’m grateful for that, please do not believe otherwise.” The two began walking again.

“Then what is it?”

Vin thought for a moment. He knew what he wanted to say, but not how to say it in a way that wouldn’t sound insulting. After a brief moment of contemplation, he formulated his answer.

“Respectfully, I have no desire to take a wife.”

“Nor I a husband.” Carmilla retorted. “But we all have our roles to play.” She gazed off towards a nearby tree, watching a squirrel scurry up the branches.

“Hm-” He half laughed. “I can see why my mother chose you.” Vin’s voice was low, more to himself than to her.

“She chose me only because Elvenwood had the most to offer.” She replied, matter of factly.

“And what exactly does Elvenwood gain from this arrangement?”

Carmilla briefly glanced at Vin, and drew a deep breath. Her full lips were slightly pursed as she focused her attention away from the king.

“Protection, of course. Free passage through Valkevilla for our merchants. A stronger trade relationship, and,” she paused for a moment, “the entirety of the fallen kingdom.”

“Honterra?” Vin’s gaze snapped to the princess. “Elvenwood wishes to claim Honterra, even though it rightfully belongs to Valkevilla?” His tone was sharp.

“The only reason Valkevilla exists at all is because the elves allow it. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that this entire continent once belonged to us.” Carmilla returned, clearly unamused by his claims. After a moment, she sighed, her voice softening into melancholy. “Two-thousand years have passed since the elves were cast from their lands, and I’d bet you anything that not a single text in your library bears any mention of it.” She stared at the ground, her brows furrowed over saddened eyes. “It seems the elves are the only ones left that haven’t rewritten the past.”

Vin’s body relaxed slightly. He could feel the pain radiating from her. To be so far from the only home she’s ever known, now a political accessory to a kingdom that had once belonged to her people; it was something he could never hope to understand. He watched as a gentle breeze tussled her coils, her dark skin shimmering in the sunlight. Carmilla drew a deep breath, and regained her composure, her face flat and soft, as if it had never displayed any emotion at all.

“You should understand that when I say the fallen kingdom will return to Elvenwood, I am also referring to Valkevilla.” Carmilla stated firmly.

Shocked, Vin’s eyes snapped to hers. A pit formed in his chest as his heart began to race. He was at a loss. The queen had drafted the agreement with Elvenwood and now there was nothing he could do. They needed the elves to win the war, but now there was a much greater risk on the line than he’d anticipated. It was beginning to feel like even if they won, the victory would be hollow and the alliance would quickly oxidize. If they craved the return of their lands so much, what would stop them from turning on Valkevilla? And if they did, where would his people go?

“Do you intend to take Valkevilla?” Vin asked.

“In a manner of speaking, we already have it.” Carmilla replied. “We are more than happy to reclaim this land through succession rather than war. But if Valkevilla does fall-”

“The elves will reclaim the rubble.” Vin finished.

“We would rebuild Valkevilla and return it to its former glory, just as it was centuries ago.”

“And what of my people?” Vin spat. “Where will my people go? This is the only home they’ve ever known, the only safe haven for curse-borns on the continent.”

“Please, do not fret.” Carmilla raised a hand to calm him. “Your people will be able to remain in Valkevilla should they so choose.”

Vin relaxed and he felt his shoulders untense. But he still felt uneasy. The implication of the agreement was that in order to avoid war with the elves entirely, he would have to produce an heir of elven blood. Eventually, Valkevilla would be ruled once again by the elves, and what guarantee would there really be in the coming centuries that the descendants of his people would be safe here.

“If I may speak plainly,” Carmilla started, “I know what I’ve said here may seem harsh, but it’s not intended to be so. This agreement is founded on the protection and preservation of Valkevilla. I have no desire to destroy what your family has built.” Carmilla stopped, as did Vin, and she gently took his hand. “In every sense of the word, we are allies, you and I. As of today, the people of Valkevilla are as much mine as they are yours, and I will defend them until my dying breath. But this only works if we play our roles.”

The weight of the elf’s words weren’t lost on him. As much as he wished to avoid the whole affair, he was running low on both time and options.

“Valkevilla will welcome you as queen, but I cannot take you as my wife.” Vin stated flatly, laying claim to the last bit of control he had in this arrangement.

“And as for an heir?” Carmilla inquired.

“I will give you a child, but once you conceive, never again will I share a bed with you.”

“Excellent.” Carmilla smiled softly. “I have no desire to share a bed with you either.” She stared into the vampire’s eyes, her face calm and gentle. “May the gods bless us with a quick conception.”

Vin couldn’t help but return a smile. She certainly was cute, and not exactly what he was expecting. In all honesty, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of her. He wasn’t used to women being disinterested in him, or speaking to him so boldly. It was refreshing. But even so, he was still on edge about it all. Having a child for political purposes never sat well with him, especially when they were destined to be raised by parents that could hardly stand each other. However, with any matter of luck, the two of them would at least reach a point where they could raise their child in a love-filled environment, even if they’d never share that love with each other.

“Cheers to only doing it once.” Vin grinned, causing Carmilla to giggle softly. Unable to hold it back, the king joined in, and the two of them had a good chuckle.

Perhaps it won’t be so bad, after all. Vin thought to himself, taking in Carmilla’s intoxicatingly gorgeous smile.

The two spent the rest of the walk in near silence, calm and mostly at peace. Neither one wanted to be in this situation, and they both took comfort in that. At the very least, if nothing else, they’d be able to rely on each other—to be each other’s allies—and just maybe they’d be able to get through it together.

#a gift unto the king #knight au #mpreg #male pregnancy #artist #tum kink #belly kink #oc #vampire #werewolf

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: The Height of Luxury

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Also Starring: Cocoro, Cocoa, Cotaro Words: 661 Rating: G Time Frame: Sometime after both have graduated HS Prompt: Luxury

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Author's Note: Primary Entry for the 18th

Summary: Maki joins the Yazawa siblings in making leaf art

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Nico had been right, Maki thought to herself, as she watched the younger Yazawa siblings squabble a bit over one of the leaves she had found that kind of already looked like a face. It didn’t quite escalate to the point where Nico had to intervene, but eventually Cocoro and Cocoa decided to let Cotaro have it.

Of course, then the two decided to use that apparent good deed to garner approval and attention from both Maki and Nico. But such was the norm when it came to the Yazawa siblings. And Maki had enjoyed watching the show for a couple years now.

“So, which leaf is Maki-chan gonna pick?”

Maki startled out of observer mode as Nico slipped in beside her. “M-me?” She sputtered.

“Of course. I thought it was obvious Maki-chan was gonna make some useless leaf art as well?”

Maki rolled her eyes as Nico emphasized the word useless. Her girlfriend had wasted no time in turning her earlier rant into something to tease her about.

“Maki-chan is gonna make something too?” Cocoa perked up.

“This one is good.” Cocoro held up a leaf.

“Hey, no fair, I was gonna offer Maki-chan this one.”

And they were back to bickering.

“Go ahead and join them, Maki-chan.” Nico urged. “It’s going to be a little while before I finish making dinner.”

“Onee-chan’s cooking…” Cocoa marveled.

“Are you sure you do not need help, Onee-sama?” Cocoro asked.

“Thank you Cocoro, but Maki-chan and I gathered all these leaves for you guys to make amazing art out of. We’ll be selecting the best to take home and display on the fridge.” That earned a set of smiles. “So don’t worry, Nico can handle tomato curry.”

“Maki-san is our guest.” Cocoro stated decisively. “Tomatoes are a must.”

Maki couldn’t help wondering if she was being teased by proxy by that, especially considering Nico’s smirk.

“And for dessert,” Nico continued, “Nico’s super special fried cinnamon sticks! The height of luxury!”

Now that was definitely teasing. Maki recalled that after she had been first introduced to the treat, she had indeed believed Nico that they were basically haute cuisine. She had later learned they were leftover bread crusts from the sandwiches Nico or her mother would prepare for everyone’s lunches each day, pan fried and sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar. Nonetheless, Maki was just as hooked on them as the Yazawa family. Then again, that held true for Nico’s cooking in general.

Maki took a spot at the kotatsu, accepted leaves from both Cocoro and Cocoa and a glue stick from Cotaro, and got to work.

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“Perfect.” Nico approved before pulling out her phone. “Now for a couple of pics to send back to the kids.”

The couple had just arrived back at Nico and Nozomi’s apartment and immediately after removing their shoes, had gone to the kitchen to mount the artwork they had brought with them.

Cocoro had made a surprisingly detailed pic of sailboats, using sections of leaves for the sails and hulls and blue crayon for the water. Cocoa had painted pretty patterns on a set of leaves and glued them to a stick to make a butterfly. And Cotaro had glued a bunch of leaves in a ring, pasted googly eyes in the middle and drew a nose and mouth to make an adorable lion.

As for Maki, she had ended up spending most of her time helping the siblings with their creations. Thus, her project was created by hastily using several small leaves, pieces of larger ones and some stems to represent the musical notation of a popular seasonal song for kids.

It had been a wonderful night, as far as Maki was concerned. It wasn’t dinner at a five-star restaurant followed by the opera. It wasn’t a gathering that required a dress code. It was a night spent surrounded by those she loved. And thus, to Maki, to borrow Nico’s words, it was the height of luxury.

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Author's Note Continued: This is a direct sequel chapter to last year's entry that was based on Leaves from '21 and Useless from '22. So to keep up with my self challenge, I had to work in this year's Luxury.

My immediate first thought for the new prompt was an old NicoMaki doujin where Nico made cinnamon sticks and passed them off as being fancy. The omake entry was of Maki excitedly trying to describe the treat to her family's chef who was a bit confused. And that has always stuck with me. I love the idea of Maki falling for Nico's claims, learning the truth later, but still adoring the item anyway, be it cinnamon sticks or any number of other things.

And I know I've mentioned many times in my notes that I love writing the Yazawa siblings. So this was as good an excuse as any to do so.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic #Promptober 2023

[someverygaymoth]

Errink flavored CFK!AU Lore

Minor warning for stalking?? But like, Acacia is kinda too dense to care, they're both weird and perfect for each-other.

Acacia(ink) lives a simple life, with a little poster board, and a loosely written schedule tacked on it, and a clock next to that on the side table by the couch. That little routine is all he needs in the world. Feed the animals, make breakfast, work on paintings, harvest the garden, make lunch, make dinner, and do whatever else he needed in between. His life is simple! Easy, even. The calm after the storm it had been for so many years.

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Acacia lives for simple things, flower bracelets, talking to his animals, colorful, intricate little rings and beaded bracelets and necklaces he finds at the market? Easy things to appease his eclectic nature. Which is why, when he wakes from a nap to a knock at the door, and finds a pretty ring on his front steps, he grins thoughtlessly and puts it on, not even having the mind to think of who just knocked, or who left it. Just, 'ooh, shiny!'

Lucia(Error) is a local fae, with a den slightly further down the mountains than Ink's home. He lives in a marshy little area by the lake, in the flood planes of the valley. He likes setting up traps around the property, tripping Acacia or playing jokes on him whenever possible. It's never ceased to appease his mischievous nature... Until... It didn't. It seemed almost wrong to sit so far away and watch him laugh and smile at what he perceived to be his own clumsiness...

He began to sit closer, closer, and closer. To watch the way his face contorted into a wide grin, to listen closely to the sound of his laughter. But that feeling in his soul never left... It only grew stronger. He'd read about this before... He figures he aught to consult someone more experienced... In this area. So, he walked all the way to Alcippe's (NM's) den and asked, what you do once you're sure you love someone. And Alcippe says "offer them rings, naturally. It's a mortal custom. If they too, love you as you do them... They will accept." Of course, Al doesn't realize he's talking about someone he's never spoken to, lmao. So Lucia leaves the ring at his door and well...

Whoops, Acacia has a husband now. Lucia leaves more rings for him, and other shiny things too. He's like "huh, wonder why these keep showing up?" And actually goes looking for whoever put it there when they next knock. He finds Lucia sitting up in a tree a little bit away. Lucia startles when he sees him, but stays there. He's not quite sure if husbands run from each-other.

Acacia grins, picking up the new ring and adding it to the others on his hand. "Hi! Do you wanna come in for tea?!"

"... Y- you kn- n- n- now what I am... Rig- gh- h- ht?"

"Yeah, you're fae, right!?"

"Yes... So why are you asking me to come in for tea?"

"Clearly you're nice, since you left me all of these nice things!"

"That's a little dumb..." He mumbles, flustering nonetheless. Was this his first date with his betrothed? Hmm...

He has tea with Acacia, and they talk, and Lucia thanks him for accepting his rings, remarking about how much he enjoys watching him take care of the animals, and paint outside. Acacia was less threatened, and more pleased to know he was never alone as he felt. And that the shadow he sometimes saw out of the corner of his eye wasn't just his imagination.

Lucia calls him his beloved, and sweetheart, and Acacia isn't even weirded out, he's just charmed. Lucia asks quietly when they'll get married and Acacia pauses a little, humming. "I'm not sure! I'm pretty sure I at least kiss you before that."

"Hm... No... I can't... Well... It's hard to... Touching makes me nervous."

"Oh, that's okay!" Acacia blows a kiss at him with a smile. Lucia is absolutely awestruck... It feels like he's had the breath knocked out of him... He's never met someone so... Adorable! before!!

Lucia sleeps in his guest room that night. Acacia wonders how he'd accidentally agreed to marry someone... But... Talking with him felt like embracing an old friend. It hardly felt like he first met him today... He can't see any reason not to date him, so... He goes for it.

The next day, he saddles up the horses and packs a picnic, giving Lucia some help up with a stool instead of using his hands. Lucia had never ridden a horse before, so he just lead his along while riding his own, that way Lucia didn't have to walk all that way, but they didn't have to do an impromptu riding lesson, or get too close for Lucia's comfort.

They have a cute little picnic, Lucia is charmed, Acacia is charmed... They like each-other, it's wholesome. Lucia asks when Acacia will marry him again. Acacia says he'd be happy to marry him, they just have to wait a while. Lucia feels as though his mission of attaining a partner has been an outstanding success.

#undertale au #ut au #fantasy au #undertale sans #undertale fandom #utmv #error sans #errortale #ink sans #errink

[weirdkpopgirl]

Connection | Jisung Fic #1 (p.t 1)

Title: Connection

Genre: Soulmate AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1793k

Author’s Note: Hi guys, this was requested by a lovely anon. I haven’t written a soulmate au in a few years, so I apologize if this one is kinda bad. There are so many types of soulmates, but I decided to just come up with my own thing. I hope you guys like it (especially the person who requested lol). There will be a part two if anyone is curious. ^ ^

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Soulmates? Destined love? Those were concepts you hadn’t given too much thought until recently. Supposedly, a person would only know about their soulmate at a certain point in their life. The earliest age was eighteen, but the timing varied for everyone.

How would they know, you may ask? Apparently, one could hear a single thought per day from their soulmate, and vice versa. Then once they met, soulmates could form a strong bond with each other.

Pretty weird, right? Unfortunately, soulmates were rare in this day and age. But that didn’t stop people from fantasizing about them anyway. After all, who didn’t like the idea of one true love?

Your eighteenth birthday had already passed, and there were no signs of a soulmate yet. Not that you expected anything at all. You had other priorities to focus on, like getting through your first year of college.

Then one day you were in your dorm room, pulling an all-nighter to get this research paper done. You sat at your desk, typing away on your laptop quietly, as to not wake up your roommate. It was late at night, and exhaustion was finally starting to seep through your brain. Just as your eyes began to feel heavy, a deep, male voice came out of nowhere.

I’m so hungry. I should ask Hyung if he can make some ramyeon.

Slightly startled, you glanced around. Of course, only you and your roommate were in the room. Why did a guy’s voice randomly appear—that’s when it hit you.

“No—no it can’t be,” You muttered, shaking your head in denial. It was one in the morning, and your lack of sleep was getting to you.

However, you heard the voice again and again as the days passed. Maybe I do have a soulmate, you thought to yourself. How was this even possible?

It took you a while to accept this new fate. Nonetheless, you tried your best to go on with your daily life. But it felt like you were going around with this big secret. Certainly, you hadn’t expected someone like yourself to have a soulmate.

Any consistency of when exactly you heard your soulmate’s thoughts didn’t seem to exist. You would be sitting through a class, or be at work when these instances occurred. What left you confused was that you had no idea of who your soulmate was or how to find him.

All you knew about this person were the random thoughts you heard every day. So far you learned that he liked dancing, playing video games, and listening to music. You had a feeling that he was around your age, possibly a bit older. He often thought about his schedule, which led you to think he must not be in college. But you weren’t sure what kind of job he had.

No matter how you tried to not dwell on it all too much, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. If you were able to hear your soulmate’s thoughts, that meant he was able to hear yours as well. Not that there was anything in particular that you intended to hide. But you were quite an overthinker and the fact that someone else could possibly hear your worries frightened you.

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Jisung instantly knew his soulmate had been confirmed when he started to hear a girl’s voice in his head. His members may think he was silly, but he had been strangely interested in soulmate bonds for some time. He used to wonder if there truly could be a person out there for him.

Yes, he was young and had his whole career planned out. But sometimes being a k-pop idol could get a little lonely, even though he was in a group with so many members. Jisung longed to have some sort of contact with the outside world, which he seemed to have left once he became a trainee.

So when he discovered his soulmate did indeed exist, Jisung felt both excited and nervous. He was so curious about who you were and what you were like.

“Did you hear anything today?” Jaemin asked him, after dance practice one day. All his members had gathered around him.

The maknae shook his head in response. “Nothing yet.”

“Have you gotten any clues of who she is exactly?” Renjun came over to sit next to him on the couch.

“It’s kinda hard because they come so randomly,” Jisung tried to explain. “And when I do hear them, it’s all so vague.”

Chenle, who stood behind him, leaned forward.“Well, what do you know already?”

Jisung scratched his head, trying to recall. “She seems to study a lot, so she’s probably in school. Oh and she likes going to bookstores or the library in her free time.”

“Ah, so she’s one of those people who actually read for fun,” Haechan joked.

The boy shrugged, “I guess so.”

“Interesting,” Jeno mumbled. “Do you think she knows who you are?”

“I honestly have no idea,” Jisung sighed in slight frustration. “This is all so weird.”

He wished he had more clues about his soulmate. From what he’s heard about her so far, she seemed like a nice person. But the longer time passed, the more discouraged Jisung felt about finding her.

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“(Y/n)-ah!” A friend approached your table, after entering the library. If you weren’t studying in your dorm, your friends were sure to find you there.

You tore your attention away from your textbook and took one of your earbuds out.

“Oh, Seoyeon-ah.”

“What song were you listening to?” She asked as she sat down in the empty chair beside you.

In response, you tapped on your phone to show her. The song was titled, “Dear DREAM.”

Seoyeon gasped, “I didn’t know you were into NCT Dream too!”

“Well, I only started listening to their music this month,” You chuckled.

Truthfully, you had to thank your soulmate for getting you into the group. Before, the only music you listened to was by smaller Korean artists, not too much k-pop. But one day your soulmate was singing a lyric to a song you haven’t heard before. Conveniently, you had looked it up and actually liked it. As a result, that took you down a whole rabbit hole of learning about the boy group.

“Who’s your bias? Mine is Chenle,” Seoyeon giggled.

You had to think about your friend’s question for a bit. You’ve barely entered the fandom, so you weren’t used to being asked about biases and stuff like that.

“I think I like Park Jisung,” You answered slowly.

Seoyeon’s head tilted slightly, “The maknae? Huh, I thought you’d go for someone like Jeno or Mark.”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “I just feel like...there’s this connection?”

“Ooh, does Kim (Y/n) finally have a crush on someone?” Your friend gave you a smug look. “Can’t blame you, Jisung is pretty cute.”

You blushed, wanting to defend yourself. But you weren’t sure what else to say. Glancing back down at your phone, you saw the album that was playing which featured all the members. They were all pretty good-looking, but Jisung just stood out to you for a reason you didn’t know.

Over the past few days, you watched some of their content videos. The guys were so funny and charismatic, that you found yourself laughing along with them at times. You would have to thank your soulmate for getting you into their music if you ever met him. Surely he must also be a fan if one of their songs was playing in his head.

Seoyeon gave you a nudge. “(Y/n)-ah, did you hear me?”

“Sorry, I must’ve been zoning out,” You said with a sheepish smile. “What were you saying?”

“I have two tickets to NCT Dream’s fan meeting next week. We should go together!”

Wow, that sounded like such a great opportunity. But you’ve never been to an event like that before. There would probably be crowds of fans, including screaming girls. You weren’t sure if you were up for that.

“I don’t know. Don’t we have midterms next week?” You crossed your arms.

“Yeah, but the fan meeting is on a Friday. We’d be done with our exams by then,” Seoyeon reasoned. “Come on (Y/n)-ah, you should do something fun instead of studying all day.”

Well if she kept insisting, you didn’t think it would be too bad if you went just once. Seoyeon squealed and hugged you when you finally gave in.

Next week couldn’t come any faster. You were relieved to be over with mid-terms and looked forward to going to see NCT Dream with Seoyeon. Weirdly, you were a bit nervous about going. There was no explanation for it, maybe that’s how most fans felt about meeting their favorite artists.

Luckily, Seoyeon talked most of the way there and told you what to expect. The feeling of being overwhelmed was quick to consume you when you guys entered the venue filled with so many other fans. Seoyeon had gotten pretty decent seats, where you were close to the stage. Just as you were trying to calm your nerves, several screams flooded your ears when the seven boys appeared.

Almost out of what seemed to be instinct, you looked to see your bias. Of course, it didn’t take you too long to find him. You spotted the shy smile he often wore on camera, he was standing beside Jaemin. Unexpectedly, the boy’s smile dropped when he looked at you.

You gasped when you felt a sudden jolt in your heart. It was almost as if you were struck by an arrow or something. Bewildered by this feeling, you placed a hand on your chest. But once the pain started, it quickly faded away.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)-ah?” Seoyeon put her hand on your shoulder.

“I—I’m fine,” You huffed, feeling out of breath even though you hadn’t done anything.

What is going on? Why does my heart feel so weird?

Startled by your soulmate’s thoughts appearing out of nowhere, your eyes scattered among the crowd. Maybe you were in the same place and could feel each other’s presence somehow. But there were mostly girls here and—

A mix of comprehension and fear filled inside of you. Jisung. You started to feel like this immediately after you saw each other.

That was when you dared to look back at him. His right hand was placed on his chest just as you were. He was staring at you intently, with the same look of disbelief.

“No way,” You whispered, so only you could hear. This couldn’t be possible…

Park Jisung was your soulmate?!

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#nct #nct dream #jisung #park jisung #nczten #nct dream fluff #nct soulmate au #kpop #soulmate au #czennie #soulmate fic

[edenfalling]

[Fic] “A Metonymy for Love” - Greenwing & Dart

36. For ruanchunxian, in response to the prompt: any, any, family traditions, written 6/1/22

A Metonymy for Love (880 words)

Fandom = Greenwing & Dart

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"Mother had to leave her bees at the dower house when she married Mr. Buchance," Jemis said as he and Jack ambled through the coppice wood of Arguty Manor, his words puncturing one of the slightly awkward silences that still fell between them more often than Jack wished. They were on the far side of the grounds from the house in question, so the statement fell groundward even more abruptly than it might have done in another location.

"That's a pity," Jack said, casting his mind back to the simpler days of his youth. "She brought a hive from the Woods Noirell when we married. The bees were irritable that first year, no doubt missing the limes and the magic of the Woods, but your mother spent hours in the garden singing to them and to a wild hive that had nested in a lightning-struck oak nearby. She told me she had brought a hive without a queen, both because her mother would permit no breeding queen to leave the Noirell hives, and because it was easier to broker peace with the local bees if she could promise new blood for their lines without the presence of a potential usurper to agitate them."

He paused, attention briefly focused on avoiding a swathe of icy mud that had swallowed several lengths of the path. Green buds might haze the tips of the maple and poplar branches, but winter still fought a fierce rearguard action against the coming of spring, and he had no wish to lose a boot or spend the rest of the walk with a sodden, filthy sock.

"I had never considered that bees might have politics as complicated as ours," Jack continued, "but your mother treated them with as much dignity as the Good Neighbors, and they respected her in return. They might sting me, if I startled them, but never her. And never you, either -- did that change, after the Fall? So much else failed, or went awry, and I was hardly home long enough to ask much of anything."

He glanced sideways, still unsure how Jemis would react to the memory of that wrenching month when he returned home to find Olive married to another man, his reputation in tatters, and Jemis a tight-wound ball of misery.

Jemis ducked a stray branch, one hand on his hat brim to steady it, then shook his head as he rose. "Not anywhere in South Fiellan. I don't recall much about the bees of Morrowlea. The university had dozens of hives, of course, but after my first year, I was rarely assigned to tasks that required patience and careful hands, or that would keep me away from-- that would keep me occupied for more than an hour at a time." He grimaced, and Jack ventured to set a comforting hand on his son's shoulder. Jemis shot him a grateful smile.

"Do you want to purchase a hive or two for our new tenants?" Jack asked, returning to Jemis's original statement. "Or see if you can sweet-talk your mother's swarm into returning?"

Jemis shrugged. "Perhaps. I wouldn't know where to start coaxing a feral swarm back into a human-built hive. Mostly I wanted to--" He paused and looked more intently at his footing than the lightly graveled path required.

Jack walked beside his son and hoped his silence conveyed support and acceptance rather than the judgment Jemis often seemed to expect.

"It's difficult to keep bees in town," Jemis said eventually. "The neighbors complain, especially if they have small children. I hated that we had to leave the bees, but Mother was happy with Mr. Buchance. I've been happy living in Ragnor Bella, and I feel out of place here and in the Woods Noirell. But Arguty Manor will be mine someday, which means I'll have to reaccustom myself to the grounds and accustom myself to the main house."

Jack silently cursed Vorel once again for the wrongs he had done to Olive and Jemis. Lady Flora bore much of the blame there, but Vorel was nonetheless the one who had married her and eagerly taken her words to heart, racking up mountains of debt and dabbling in black magic while his nephew and sister-in-law scrimped and starved, barred from the very house that should have been Jemis's birthright.

"I wondered if a hive might make Arguty Manor feel less unfamiliar," Jemis finished. "It was an idle thought, not a proper plan or request."

"But a thought from the heart, and those are never foolish," Jack said, once again resting his hand on his son's shoulder. "We can make it a proper plan together."

Jemis's answering smile was shy and slightly embarrassed, but held an echo of the unbearable joy that still shone in his eyes now and then when he spoke of the Woods on the border of the Lady's country, where the pain of death transmuted into peace -- the same joy that had spilled from Jemis as he passed on messages from Olive and Rinald and Benneret Buchance, promising that Jack had not failed as a man or a father, that they cherished and respected him, and Jemis felt the same.

Jack pulled his son into a hug, and swore that he would live up to that faith.

#three sentence ficathon #liz writes stuff #greenwing and dart #victoria goddard #nine worlds #jemis greenwing #jakory greenwing

[lake-archive]

Past Crush

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: I Want To Be With You!

Characters: Rei Sakuma (mentioned), Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Ritsu Sakuma (mentioned)

Summary: When having just started out, Ann had comeacross Rei. And they were somewhat swoon, to say the least. But it was nothing but a crush… A crush long ago.

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It had been some time ago and honestly, it was something which Ann had forgotten all about as time passed on. After all, it had been months at this point and it had disappeared in a matter of weeks. They were not paying attention to it any longer when they managed to pick up on the signals. Though it started out like any other crush, or so they like to believe… 

It would be a lie if they said that they had never found him somewhat attractive when first having come across him. Somewhat long, black wavy hair, those red eyes piercing right through and when seeing him smile or smirk had made their heart skip a beat, back then at least. That was Rei Sakuma and on the surface he was someone to look at. And they caught themself doing so when seeing one of UNDEAD’s posters around, smiling a little before minding their own business yet again. Though at first it was nothing more than that, a surface level attraction. After all, no harm in finding someone attractive. And yet, it would not stay like that for long… Then again, they had never even dreamed of coming face to face with the Rei Sakuma, even if they were working as a translator for affairs overseas. And it had not even been job related when coming across him for the first time.

It had been merely by chance, when they were still new and did not know their way around the building. They just bumped into him, or rather, heard his voice without knowing it at first. “Oh my? Is this young lady all lost?” He had said jokingly which startled them and they quickly turned. It happened so quickly and they found themself in Rei’s presence before knowing it. 

To say that they were a blushing mess at the moment would be an understatement. Who knew that he could look more attractive from close up in person than from afar on a poster? Though they admit that the interest at first had been shallow, they were interested in him nonetheless. Usually they could care less to be honest but something had just drawn them to him and when he spoke it sent shivers down their spine.

“I… Well…” They tried to explain though they were too nervous to speak up. Instead they found themself nodding shortly after, giving up speaking altogether. 

The reaction would catch them off guard, only hearing a short yet genuine chuckle out of his mouth. And paired with his smile… It was something else at the time, to say the least. “Don’t force yourself now. I’m not going to bite you yet.”

“Yet!?” They somewhat squealed out of their mouth yet it seemed to only make him laugh in the end, leaving them all the more embarrassed. He seemed approachable at the very least, not as intimidating as they may have believed at first. Then again, anyone can be intimidating in Ann’s eyes. And yet, even with that in mind, they felt like a mere wreck at the time, unable to get themself together. Though he seemed unfazed, or had somewhat of a patience with them at the very least. He was not really fazed at the end of the day, being so calm it confused them in fact. 

“Haha, I jest I jest.” He tried to assure them, smiling even. A smile which could probably make just about anyone melt on the literal spot. This man has a power like no other… A power he may as well be unaware of! Or so they would love to claim sometimes… 

They could only mumble a quick ‘right’ out loud as a response to this, not too certain how to react to that.

The rest went rather quickly, them asking for directions yet phrasing it so confusing it was hard to keep up with. It was there when Rei had offered them to just lead them there, something they accepted. It was also there where they introduced themselves to another and the first name offer came up. They said right away that they would prefer their first name used, or just ‘Ann’ while Rei nearly insisted on having his first name used, something they had to accept. 

Needless to say though, the first impressions were strong, very strong, and they could already tell that they had felt somewhat swooned by Rei Sakuma. It had marked the start at the very least.

Needless to say the man had left an impression on Ann, enough for them to always be somewhat joyful whenever encountering Rei. Honestly, they may as well be over the moon at a point, even getting a chance. He was pleasant to be around and soon enough they found themself at least slightly crushing on him. At least they would say and claim it was a crush which had developed. And it was an exciting time at first with all the heart pounding and being flustered, even if rather unintentionally. Though it was embarrassing to admit all the same, it felt kind of silly. It had never gone further than that however, a crush. They were just so overwhelmed, to say the least, and they could not help it. In hindsight it was something they would just laugh off, how they could have been acting this way to begin with. It was like opening a photo book of embarrassing childhood memories their mother liked to show off to some people who had come over to visit, to show off their ‘little kid’ or something like that… This was how Ann looked back at the time.

But they would never deny the feelings they had held at the time, a result of the mere curiosity Rei held. Even if he was acting like some old man sometimes, they had to admit it was, or perhaps still is, part of his charm maybe. They were certainly not complaining and loved to admire him.

Could it have led to more? Honestly, they did not know and will never know. It was all but a short lived crush. Despite all the signs Ann believed to give away and some co–workers having teased them about their ‘crushy school girl behavior’ it had all gone unnoticed. He was oblivious to every sign. That or he just chose to ignore it. Either way, the message was more than clear to them and to be fair, they had never blamed him — He wasn’t interested. He didn’t feel the same and had no intention to get closer to them that way. 

The nervousness, the occasional gazes, the blushing mess — It went all over Rei’s head, he had never taken note nor commented on any of it. There was no hope at all, they knew, and thus dropped the wishful thought about them ever mentioning their crush on him and perhaps trying something out of the window. It was luckily not too bad so it was never too hard to get over. Maybe it had just been that, a surface level crush, and if they had gotten closer to him earlier they might have noticed that he was not their type to begin with.

Because the past was the past. After all, not long after Ann had gotten to that concussion they had met Ritsu, when they were on the search for Nyeli at the time. They were not necessarily aware of his relation to Rei, or it just had not clicked right away at the very least due to their tiredness from all the work. Either way, it was supposed to be a one time meeting and done. Honestly, it is thanks to Nyeli Ann had even gotten closer to Ritsu to begin with. Only later would they learn of the relation of Rei and Ritsu, finding out in a not so pleasant way… Or rather Rei being overly affectionate and Ritsu blocking it with visible annoyance. The relationship was somewhat tense, they could tell, even back then… Which is why they never had planned on Ritsu finding this out. And yet it had finally slipped, resulting in him just dashing out… It was not embarrassing, it was just shameful. 

They look like an idiot. No, worse than that… What kind of impression leaves that on Ritsu to begin with!? Ugh, this was not just awkward, this looked so wrong… 

‘I’m just a second choice, aren’t I?’ It could be a thought yet that was just speculation. Maybe it was even worse than that… The damage done by something like this is massive… They knew they had to talk eventually. They didn’t mean it like that! Why would they!? Even if Ritsu had not been Rei’s brother, it wouldn’t change how they felt about him! And it was not a surface level interest! No, anything but that!

And yet, it might be the impression he had… And they had no one but themself to blame for such an outcome. All because of their mouth… They needed to talk, somehow… But how would Ann even approach something like this? It seems impossible… 

They have to find a way though… Make it obvious that Rei is nothing but a past crush they got over and are maybe somewhat friends with… They weren’t sure about the second part but they were more than certain about the past crush part! He meant nothing like that to them! And he will never mean any more than that.

However, it is something they have to explain to Ritsu first… But how?

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