#once again I have extensive au ramblings .

[fossilfan39]

Redraw of that atla warriors au. Gaang next perhaps

#once again I have extensive au ramblings . #maybe one day I’ll post my writing #avatar the last airbender #atla #warrior cats #azula #mai atla #zuko #ty lee #uncle iroh

[tojisun]

dunno where this came from bc i honestly just wanted a short ramble and not smthn long but here we are :'D this is an extension from my rambling yesterday about simon x reader but it's a dowry of blood au (brides of dracula retelling). i havent finished the book yet tbh but if ur planning on reading it, i do just wanna give a warning that it's dark and prose-heavy

cw: death/massacre; blood drinking; vampire-turning and stuff; inaccurate references to dracula lore

the village is gone. burnt. fire crackles amidst the broken hymns of the dead—they don't sing, not anymore of course, but their losses are catastrophic. you never realized how the apocalypse could be so loud.

you stand at the centre of the chaos, bloodied. bruised. ruined. the lone survivor.

the only one who was lucky enough to be saved.

brought out from the pyre, you were dragged into the shadowed corners and hidden from the pillagers who slaughtered everyone you loved and everyone you knew. you shook in your grief, screams erupting from the base of your throat, but all were silenced by an ice-cold palm over your mouth.

"shh, little one," he said. the first of his words; the first of his kindness. "you must be quiet."

your fury sputtered into anguish, the loss descending to you like the first drop of snow. tears spring from your strained eyes, staining even his hand; you did not know how to compress the bloating agony that was pressing into your lungs. your only comfort was that he seemed to favour you enough to keep you safe, even if just for a moment. 

rain had fallen by then—it seemed like it knew that tragedy had struck this little place. it extinguished enough of the fire, washing away the smell of ashes and leaving only the pungence of iron. blood.

with it, your adrenaline wore off, and you began to feel the extent of your pain. of course, you were not unscathed, but you didn’t expect your body to be so brittle. 

you fell, tumbling into the muddy ground and right before his feet. you croaked in pain, lungs constricting. it was becoming a lot more difficult to breathe, to speak. you wondered why death came to you slowly.

he knelt down by your side, cold hand brushing away at your dirty hair. he was speaking to you softly, words passing through his lips in soft lilts. you struggled to hear him, your ears ringing, numb, as your mind pulsed in your skull.

you groaned, begging him to stop. to go away. you had nothing to pay him back with, nothing to entertain him, so you told him just as much. you told him to let you die in silence because how else could he save you?

“that is troubling,” was all he said, his words were rumbled from the depths of his chest like he hadn't used his voice in eons. 

you peeled your eyes open, wondering what it must be that he was after, then you finally saw what he was—pale skin gleaming underneath the moonlight with eyes dark like wine. he was not a human. he couldn’t have been one.

your mother told you tales of the wicked. of those cursed and abandoned by the almighty father—she told you of their beauty, of their wealth, of their hunger.

(they do not know how to love, she said as she tucked you underneath your sheets. they only know how to deceive.)

your body locked, heart congested with fear—your body knew then, didn’t it? that this being that held you close was far more terrifying than the invaders. that your body survived the fire, the greed of humanity, only to be devoured by the devil.

“please,” you whimpered, the will to live burning inside you once again. you didn’t care about the pillagers, you didn’t want their mercy, but this being. this creature of the dark, oh how you craved his clemency.

“please, save me.”

“i cannot save you,” he said. 

his hand fell to your throat, grasping it gently, almost reverently. he swiped his thumb along the expanse of your skin to feel the way you swallowed. 

“but i can help.”

you tried to reply, to beg once more, but the words could not be sounded out, your throat having been too ruined for any prayer. you shook with your desperation, turning your eyes to him to express your ragged hope. you prayed that he may see your plea. you prayed that he may bless you with his curse.

he smiled, fangs glinting before your eyes. then, he murmured, “of course.”

(mama? how do you know when your prayers are answered?

well, sometimes it starts off painful.

painful?

yes, little star. but then, it becomes euphoric. freeing. good suffering.)

his teeth tore into your skin, ripping apart the muscles as it hunted for the blood. you screamed, throat scratching at the intensity of your pain; it was unbearable, burning unlike that of fire, scalding as it slithered down your very being. something was happening then. something unholy. 

you were being remade. reshaped. taken apart one bloodied fragment at a time.

you felt like you were at the precipice of death, so close to the edge and into eternal damnation, but he would not let you. chained to his hunger, your body writhed underneath the extent of his power; burning. burning. burning.

he was your new pyre. 

he was hell.

you begged for anything to subdue the pain; for a touch kinder, warmer; for the ceasing of it all. 

and it did.

his lips left the sensitive patch of your neck, pulling away with a hummed smile as though it were ambrosia he was sucking out of you. you stared at his lips, stained with your blood, and, within a fraction of a heartbeat, unrelenting hunger coursed through you.

you yowled, your mind heavy and your body sore. you felt lost; you felt like you were drained and left as nothing but a shell of what you once were.

“good. that’s good,” he crooned, his eyes wrinkled in his joy. “this hunger is proof of your new life.”

he brought his wrist to his lips and bit into his own skin. the first puncture oozed out with blood; you watched it pool, beading, before it trickled down the length of his arm. your throat constricted, tongue heavy all of a sudden in your mouth.

a taste. you craved for a taste.

he smiled as he pressed his wrist to your lips. “go on,” he murmured. “drink.”

you were delirious, or you must be, for you to have listened to him—your weak hands grasped at his wounded arm, pulling it closer to your maw.

you drank. 

that experience of having the first drop on your tongue was indescribable. it was like you have never eaten before; like you have never been fed. never been nourished.

it was like anything that sustained you before had been erased from your memories; you don’t remember the taste of your mother’s cooking anymore, nor the sweets that your grandmother brought home with her for you on occasions when her mistress remembered to reward her, nor the milk from your father’s cows. 

every sweet memory was washed away by the blood pouring down your throat; every gulp a sinister promise of what would be irreversible.

your body sang, skin mending itself, and bones healing underneath torn muscles. numbness filtered in—it had never felt like salvation before.

lost in your new paradise, you didn't notice as your saviour cupped your cheek once more. his touch was gentle. it was kind.

he leant forward and kissed your forehead—a reward for surviving.

“my name’s simon,” he whispered, nuzzling you. “and you will be my bride, won’t you, my dark miracle?”

your mouth left his arm, reluctant but necessary, because even before he said his name, you knew he was your master. you knew that in exchange for this new life he’s cursed you with, you were to be obedient to him no matter what. 

you nodded, breathless and ragged.

“yes, my lord.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cw blood #suns #so uhhh whatchall think

[uselessmicrowave]

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[lesbiansanemi]

I would LOVE to hear about the characters in the kny role swap au 👀 please go insane, I'm here for it.

OH my god okay, so I've written and posted the backstories for Shinobu, Mitsuri, Sanemi, Obanai, Tengen, and Kyojuro (though his isn't completely finished yet) so I just have Giyuu, Muichiro, and Gyomei that there hasn't been much information posted about yet (well, Hashira wise, I'm planning on getting into literally every other character after I've finished up all of those)

But I've been lakdfjla about Giyuu recently (and by extension, Sabito, Makomo, and Urokodaki) so I will ramble about them a bit

So, in the AU, we know that Urokodaki used to be Upper Moon Three. We also know that he was never fond of the Kizuki ranking system, only took the position as a favor to Tamayo, before eventually forfeiting it and not being on the best of terms with Tamayo. We also know he turned and raised Makomo, Sabito, and Giyuu, who are now Lower Moon Four (Makomo) and Lower Moon One (shared by Giyuu and Sabito)

So, spoilers for the AU, if there's anyone who wants to wait for the actual fic detailing Giyuu's backstory, but here we go!

Urokodaki became a demon by chance during the initial spreading of the demonic plague via Tamayo's bloodlines. As most newborn demons, he committed his fair share of atrocities, but as soon as he was more lucid and had better control of himself, he clung to a strict code of morals. He would only eat freshly dead corpses, he would not kill anyone himself. On top of this, he would hunt down and kill feral demons, as well as demons who killed and ate innocents and binged themselves. This is what eventually caught Tamayo's attention. When she initially proposed the Kizuki ranking system, Urokodaki was thrilled, and thought she intended to use it to control and counteract other demons.

And then he learned she planned to target demon slayers above other demons. While Urokodaki is not fond of the demon slayers or their methods, he didn't believe they were the main problem.

Then he meets Kyojuro, and learns he was the first demon Tamayo picked to become a Kizuki, and not only that, she had taken him in and practically raised him, then turned him with the intent to make him a highly ranked demon. It isn't long before he realizes the "Kizuki" are going to be more of a fucked up forced family system that Tamayo is creating in a desperate bid to recreate the family she killed when she became a demon.

But he does begrudgingly admit that this is the best way to enact some semblance of control in the demonic world, and goes along with it for the time being, though he makes it very clear he intends to step down as soon as all 12 spots are filled with suitable demons.

So he works with Tamayo for decades.

Eventually, he happens upon an orphaned little girl, and is quick to take her in. Makomo adores him, and she's a bit strange for a child, but it doesn't take long for Urokodaki to grow to care about her. He does his best to take care of her, but also keep her distanced from him, as he doesn't want this girl to end up involved with demons. He never brings her to the Infinity Palace, and does his best to keep her from being introduced to any other demons. It works, but eventually word gets around to the Corps that there's a little girl who is friendly with a demon.

It goes as one might expect, and they attempt to kill Makomo. Urokodaki doesn't get there fast enough to save her from fatal wounds, and after he kills the slayers, is forced to turn her in order to save her life. He couldn't let her die, but he feels guilty for sentencing her to the life of a demon.

It's a couple decades later again, that he encounters Sabito.

Sabito had run away from a shitty family situation. A large part of said shitty family situation, was that they all insisted Sabito live like a girl, but he doesn't fucking want to be a girl, if you're picking up what I'm putting down. Once again, Urokodaki cannot turn down a hurting child in need of help, but he did learn from his mistakes with Makomo. He keeps Sabito with him at practically all times, resolving to protect him and keep him human.

Eventually, through circumstance, Sabito meets another boy, Giyuu Tomioka. He gets attached very quickly, and Giyuu to him, as he does not have many people in his life that give him positive attention. In fact, it's just his sister, and they're both just barely scraping by. Urokodaki is, once again, a bleeding heart, and can't bring himself to tell Sabito to leave Giyuu and Tsutako alone. He just has to be careful, and make sure no one ever finds out any of them had been friendly with demons, lest the Corps find out and sentence them to execution for it.

(I'm sure you can see where this is going).

The slayers find out. Some villagers report the Tomiokas for harboring demons, and the Corps comes to deal with it. Tsutako tells Giyuu to run and find Sabito, Urokodaki, and Makomo. She'll try and talk her way out of it while he gets help. She barely even gets to try before the slayers cut her down, and Giyuu is distraught.

Guilt-ridden because he believes Tsutako's death is his fault, but not wanting to leave Giyuu alone, Urokodaki takes him in as well, but further isolates Sabito and Giyuu from the human world in an attempt to protect them. Unfortunately, this means letting them be around Tamayo, and the other Kizuki that have since been chosen. And they all begin to plant a dangerous hatred for the Corps, capitalizing on Tsutako's death to do so.

When they are 18, Sabito convinces Giyuu that they should hunt down the slayers that killed Tsutako, and kill them. They manage to find them, but it does not go well for them, and Sabito is critically injured. Giyuu manages to escape with him, carrying him and begging him to hold on until they get to Urokodaki, who can turn him to save his life (or honestly, any demon).

Though he is horrified by what they tried to do, Urokodaki cannot let Sabito die (of course he can't), and turns him. After becoming a demon, Sabito's anger and hatred for the Corps only intensifies.

It is also by this point that he and Giyuu have developed romantic feelings for each other. Sabito is desperate for Giyuu to become a demon, and Giyuu wants to be turned as well. They can't handle the idea of Giyuu remaining human and eventually dying because of it. They ask Urokodaki to turn Giyuu, and when he refuses, Sabito threatens to do it himself. It's at that point that Urokodaki relents, though he is far from happy with it. He'd rather Giyuu's transformation be something more controlled, and be responsible for it himself, rather than for Sabito to try it and it go wrong, resulting in Giyuu dying, becoming a feral, or not being walked through the urges of a newborn demon in a controlled environment.

After Giyuu becomes a demon, he, Sabito, and Makomo all throw themselves heavily into life in the Infinity Palace. They train to eventually become Kizuki, even when Urokodaki tries to get them to stop, and get close with Tamayo and other demons. Tamayo constantly encourages them to become Kizuki, and encourages them to kill slayers. After all, it's because of slayers that they all ended up this way, that Tsutako is dead. It makes sense to want to kill them, and they all deserve that!

Makomo becomes a Lower Moon fairly quickly, and Urokodaki is furious with Tamayo for allowing it, as she knew he wanted none of his children anywhere near Kizuki life in that sense. This is when the tension between them begins to crop up in earnest, but he's still civil with her, and still works as Upper Moon Three with little fuss.

It's when Sabito and Giyuu are named Lower Moon One that he finally decides he will not be a part of it anymore. He hates seeing what Makomo, Giyuu, and Sabito have all become, hates seeing them consumed by hatred and violence, hates seeing them so demonic. He remembers what they used to be, and it breaks his heart to see them reduced to this. He hates knowing Tamayo pushed them towards this, nudged them into it as teenagers, like she did with so many of the other Kizuki. He wants no part of it anymore. He also knows nothing he does at this point will ever convince Makomo, Sabito, and Giyuu to choose a different path.

So he steps down, and this is when the infamous "demon slayer killer" (AKA Sanemi) steps onto the scene, and is eventually turned to fill a now vacant Kizuki spot

Idk! I just think the Urokodaki lore for this series is super neat, especially when you consider it with what's currently going on with the Kamados, how Tanjiro does not want to become a demon, a killer, a Kizuki, while Nezuko has loved to become all those things, and both of them are falling prey to Tamayo's manipulation in different ways. He is watching two more kids go through what his did, and he feels powerless to stop it once again. It's made even more complicated by the fact that Makomo, Giyuu, and Sabito (as well as the Kamados) are genuinely happy in the Infinity Palace with the Kizuki, so he doesn't want to take that away from them, considering how rare genuine happiness is from demons. Is that happiness worth them all becoming monsters?

But yeah! I'm very excited to eventually write this all out in fic form!!! Also sorry this got so long, I am very lakjlkjds about this AU

#kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #sabito #makomo #sakonji urokodaki #sabigiyuu #au: everyone bleeds red #asks #kaz rambles

[dispatchwithlove]

Hello!!! For the Sinday Sunday Ask! For my favorite fic The Boy, questions for the Shakarian couple on 🍏,🍎🍋🍌,🫐,🥝 Answer the questions you feel comfortable answering, have a good day, by the way your way of writing is very beautiful <3

Hello! Thanks for the ask, and the kind words! 1. Preference for top or bottom, sub or dom: So for top/bottom: Garrus loves both, and being bi he has extensive experience with both. Jane has less experience bc she has less experience relationship wise in general, but she gets very into pegging once they start dating. As for dom/sub, in my detective au Garrus leans dom and Jane leans sub, though they'll switch and play around. They just adore each other so much I think they both get too twitterpated while having sex to stick to any roles or plans 😁 2. Favorite type, looks, and personality wise? Garrus is attracted to Jane's strong personality, confidence, soft heart, and her ability to take charge. He's attracted to her hair, hips, and waist, and especially her delicate places that bend (ankle, wrist, neck, back) Jane is attracted to Garrus's heart, that fact that he's good at anything he tries, and his sense of humor. She's into his confident body language, seductive, pendulating hips, forearms, ass, voice...she's just really hot for him, all of him, haha. 3. Deep and slow? Hard and fast? Yes, haha. They're just horny for each other. I think they both lean more towards deep, slow, tender, but also intense and passionate. Jane leans way more into rough stuff than Garrus. In the latest chapter (6) I teased that Jane will enjoy some pain/pleasure play specifically because she finds she's really into aftercare. 4. Favorite position? Her in front, on her knees, against a wall or something else supportive (like the back of a couch) with him on his knees behind her. Or him sitting upright and her in his lap. These positions allow them to hold each other and kiss/nuzzle despite their massive height difference. (she's 5'8" and he's 7'). 5. Clothes off or on? They will take it anyway they can get it. But I think they both prefer buck fucking naked. That way they can enjoy gazing at every beautiful inch of each other. (yes they're the couple everyone rolls their eyes at) 6. Private Sexual fantasy Oh this is a hard one 😁 Well, during The Boy specifically, Garrus fantasizes most about getting Jane naked and running his tongue along sweet, sensitive spots on her body, like her ankle, wrist, and lower back. Jane fantasizes most about giving him a bj. She's a simple lady, and a giver, lol. Alright, bless anyone who read this whole thing because I rambled like a ninny. Thanks again for asking, Anon. Hope you enjoyed these answers, and take care 😊

#asks and replies #shakarian #shepard x garrus #garrus x shepard #smut asks

[ok-au-tournament]

SUBMITTED BY @bubbleberryuniverse

Quick Sami Apocalyptic AU Rambles! This time it's about how the villains managed to destroy things! This is a more simple one cause it's super late :)

In short, the planning of destroying a lot of heroes dates back to years and years before it even happened. And them destroying everything wasn't even part of the plan, originally. Because what happened was that the idea was kind of like a game of telephone.

Around before the Sandwich Incident happened, a few villains were like, "hehe what if we attacked POINT." They ended up not doing much outside of discussing the idea in very secretive ways. Which ends up being unfortunately the big thing.

Over time, the idea goes from "hehe let's attack POINT" to "let's DESTROY POINT" to various other outlandish ideas over the couch of years, in secret, until it gets so far warped from the original idea that it's not the same one anymore. PV ends up hearing about it, and, by extension, Shadowy, and Shadowy pretty much does his snakey sneaky thing and absolutely latches onto that.

Keep in mind, again, this is over YEARS of keeping their communication secret from POINT. Shadowy probably picked up on the plot a WHILE before PV met KO, so the plan was already there and things to carry out the destruction of most heroes on the planet were in the works. Meeting (T)KO just kind of motivated him more cause he can use TKO to help.

Shadowy was not alone in the plotting, nor was he the originator of even the very warped version of the original idea. He just decided the other villains' who thought of it weren't doing much and took over the idea.

POINT eventually suspected SOMETHING was up. But they could never figure it out. And unfortunately they really couldn't have, cause then the villains destroyed everything. I don't have anything particular in mind for what they did but they definitely blew up, like, everything. Not all at once, it was definitely over the course of a lil' bit, BUT TKO being there made it easier for them to. Cause, yk, separation n' junk; KO and TKO have been separated for a little while by the point this happens.

PV never was interested in the plot to destroy everything, but Shadowy absolutely was. And once Shadowy got his hands on TKO, he kicked PV into the mind so he could focus on manipulating the boy and also continue finishing up things elsewhere. So PV is very unaware of everything happening. Fun!

I'm definitely not able to express the sheer amount of things that happened though and just how bad the destruction was. Part of that is cause it's super late, but it's just... augh, words. POINT was unprepared and they were destroyed first, so the help they could offer was beyond limited, because holy shit, their ENTIRE building was destroyed. And now EVERYTHING is being destroyed. It's... augh it's so much and it's horrible!

I'll get into more later :) This is all for now!

#submission #bubbleberryuniverse #apocalyptic!ko #apocalyptic!tko #apocalyptic au #ok ko au #ok ko #ok ko tournament #angst

[dralphysofficial]

I heard you got some theories on AU's

OH!!! y-yeah, ive actually done extensive research on this topic!!! human academics have long since categorized string theory under theoretical physics, b-but! I believe there's more to it!! it's not as theoretical as we once believed! l-like, have you seen the matrix, when they get a feeling of deja-vu, and they know something is wrong or out of place? its like that, but with hiccups in the spacetime continuum!! ah, a-am i making sense...? ive managed to get readings on these kinds of things based on that hypothesis, and, um.

i-im sorry, im rambling again heheh....

#as alphys #utdr #undertale #utdrp

[moron-hassaikai-and-more]

Ok rambling about the relationships between the characters of the AU my quotes take place in below. Character names are coloured cos…they are.

Let’s start with the league:

Magne and spinner are both idiotic siblings, best friends and mother and son all at once. Magne is a bit more sensible and is mildly confused by Spinner’s nonsense but joins in and tries to make sense of it all. Their relationships is based off mine and my mum’s relationship at surface level. I say that because unlike me, spinner is not secretly terrified of Magne and gets paranoid around her to the point he believes she can read his mind and will get yelled at for it.

Magne’s relationships with others are: Aizawa, who she’s known since middle school and is currently in a relationship with, Ms joke, who is Aizawa’s other partner and they gang up on him to make him take care of himself, Stain, who she acts pissed off by but in reality would kill for and Toga, who she surprisingly doesn’t spend too much time with, but when they are together, it’s carnage and someone will die or at the least lose a limb.

Spinner’s other relationships include: Stain, who he’s dating and has been for a few months, Toga, who he’s mildly scared of, Shigaraki who’s like an annoying older brother to him, and Dabi, who kinda bullies him but in a light hearted way.

Aizawa’s relationships include Magne and Ms joke who we’ve gone over, Mic who he considers an annoyance that he only interacts with because he just won’t go away, and Stain, who he went to UA with. Oh and Tiger, who he’s actually best friends with and has been since they were small children. Wow Aizawa knows a lot of Orange characters. Aizawa, Ms Joke, Stain and Tiger were all friends in UA.

Stain’s relationships include Tokoyami who he met by chance and they bonded over love of poetry and emo shit, Shinso, who he met by extension of Tokoyami, Spinner, who we’ve discussed Magne, who he’s a little scared of and Aizawa, who he occasionally runs into at night when they’re both doing their patrols. They have a sort of truce between them that they’re not to harm each other. Even if one is fighting someone else, the other is to either walk away or defend the other.

These two aren’t part of a bigger thing like the league but:

Pony and Ibara: They’re best friends and have been since the beginning of school, bonding over both being foreign, as in this AU, Ibara is from England. They like to chat shit about the other students in English behind their backs. They also both get on with Kendo and think it’s fun to wind up Monoma.

Ok! Finally the Shie Hassaikai! Buckle up!

Overhaul and Chronostasis are dating and have been since they knew what the word meant, they were friends since they were babies. Since they started dating so early, it wasn’t a proper relationship until they were about 14, that was when they started actually taking it seriously.

Chrono, Setsuno, Tengai and Tabe are somewhat of a friend group, though it mostly consists of Setsuno being dumb, Tengai being traumatised + autistic and not realising, and Tabe being confused, while Chrono tries his best to keep them all in line, stop Setsuno from doing dumb shit and slowly push Tengai towards getting therapy.

Obviously Setsuno, Tabe and Hojo are all best friends, no change from canon with the trash trio.

Hojo is Deidoro’s half brother and Deidoro takes great pleasure in annoying him.

Setsuno, Tengai and Tabe are all in a poly relationship together. It started by Tengai trying to help Setsuno with his abandonment issues and trying to help him not be so closed off from the world emotionally, and since they grew so close in that time, Setsuno decided that while he had learned to trust and love again, he loved Tengai the most. Tabe then got upset they got to spend all their time together and were leaving him out, so they explained the situation to him and he decided he wanted to be part of it. They just kinda accepted it and they all love each other.

Nemoto and Chrono wind each other up constantly. It’s the only time neither are sensible.

Nemoto is slowly gathering the courage to tell Deidoro he wants to be in a Queer platonic relationship with him.

Rappa and Tengai have no change from canon.

Rappa and Katsukame both despise each other but act like they’re dating at the same time. No one knows what’s going on with them. One second they’ll be raging at each other, the next they’ll be basically cuddling together and complimenting each other. Everyone in confused.

Mimic and Katsukame get on surprisingly ok. Mimic likes hitching rides on his back when in plush form.

Pops isn’t in a coma and actually takes care of Eri. Eri loves all her weird uncles and brothers. Tengai and Chrono are her favourites.

That’s all I can think of right now so yeah.

#not a quote #shie hassaikai

[sunriseverse]

hi [bonks you] hi [bonks you] hi [bonks you]

E, M, & U for the fanfic writer asks <3 (unintentional emu)

[BONKS YOU]

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

hm well. from the fics i HAVE written………i would say my time loop ofmd fic? has a special little pride of place in my heart. i would also respond to being caught in a time loop by going through every single stage of human emotion accessible to me.

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with?  Did it turn into a story?

i have written. so so many aus but i think probably the “weirdest” one was the time i wrote like. a victorian!magical realism!newmann au where they were also both women. i genuinely have no idea what prompted me to write it but i sat down and banged out a precise 20k in less than a day so. there was some interesting stuff going on with worldbuilding i think? i have considered revisiting the au once or twice but my love affair with pacrim has yet to rear its head again. baring that the twoshot where the precursors make newt fake his death and get extensive cosmetic surgery but that’s more for the body horror weirdness than any inherent weirdness to the au itself.

U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.

rattling the bars of my cage when will i finally write my canon compliant verse-realistic xiyao fic. i need to write about their situationship so so so bad but unfortunately i am but a college student with many obligations and not nearly as much time as i would like to dedicate to finishing at least one of the canons and so for now it will remain as two rambly paragraphs i wrote to misty on discord. it’s so good though i promise it’s angsty and bittersweet and tragic. the other one is hwz which is. TECHNICALLY started but i realised i needed to know more about canon before i could continue it because it accidentally evolved from a crackfic to a missed chances canon compliant angstfic with a hopeful ending. oops. well we all already knew i like my pairings angsty.

#ask meme #theo tag #ask #EMU!!!!!! #thank you for the ask <3

[crimsoncrim]

💗, 🔥, 💙, 🎀, 🖍 & 🌙 for Sol(eil)^^

thank you so much!! <3

putting these under the cut as well because i'm rambly ;;

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticeable? what changes when they're in love?

they do! but it’s the most slowburn of all slowburn and like a… acquaintances->friends->close friends->tries to forget about them and Meteor->enemies->i don’t know what’s happening but are we friends again?->yeah we’re definitely friends again->wait am I in love is that what's happening->lovers arc. there’s a lot happening. they’re bad at realizing their own feelings and a lot of their arc is learning to love themself before they can learn to love others– both them and Ace are really oblivious, yet they’re a bit more forward than Sol is. Sol flusters easily, and they tend to forget what they’re saying around people that they think are pretty or their (eventual) s/o– often mid-sentence. they’re a bit subtler when it comes to having a crush because they’re not as great as recognizing what those signs -are-. they’re the one that’s like. “there was only one bed and i offered to stay on the couch but they said that they didn’t want to kick me off of the bed what else am i supposed to do–” 

they’re a big sweetheart and sometimes don’t recognize that the things they’re doing are romantically-coded. they’re not stupid–they’re quite intelligent and clever, just a bit inexperienced with relationships– it’s a bit of a ??!??? moment for them when they finally realize that there are actual mutual feelings there.

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🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

definitely their self-confidence– this tends to make them really doubt and second-guess themself. they’re extremely hard on themself and often– at their lowest points– think that they’re not worthy of forgiveness and are terrified that their friends will find out the scope of their involvement within Meteor and see them differently, even if they chose to leave. they have a lot of demons that haunt them from their past, but they just kind of gaslight themself into pretending that they don’t exist because if they dared to show any they’d be cast out and judged for it. i think loyalty is another fatal flaw of theirs– they’d do anything for the people that they care about, even if that means sacrificing themself, so they struggle to have that sense of self-worth and not exclusively value others above themself.

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💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

Sol’s relatively independent, but (following their extensively large slowburn of mixed feelings and confusion) they do miss Ace a lot when they’re not around. their story follows a slightly altered canon that’s more of a mix of routes where they don’t die and have a role in the rest of the plot, also. once they’ve realized those feelings there’s also like, several people out to kill both of them so they worry a lot about if they’re doing okay and if they’re going to wake up one day to hear that they’re dead. other than that though, I’d say relatively normal. neither of them are very codependent– they love each other a lot, and they don’t enjoy being apart, but they trust each other to make the best decisions for themself and to take care of themself, and sometimes that means that they have to do things on their own. 

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🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other words / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

an AU I’m really fond of that intrigues me a lot (hi lu) is time loops and any general heckery with time. I have a lot of fondness for mundane AUs especially in the world of Reborn which is so full speed all the time, so cute stuff like coffee-shop, medieval/royal/fantasy-esque AUs are really fun as well. there’s a few AUs that some of my friends have developed, so I think seeing how they would fit into those universes is something that’s really interesting to me. 

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🖍 CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

probably that your past mistakes don’t define you as a person and that you can always continue to learn and grow from your past– it’s okay to not be okay, and it’s okay to reach out when you need help. they have a bad habit of bottling issues, and one thing that they really start to learn is that it’s not weak to reach out to others– it's strong to acknowledge that you might need help and don't have to handle everything by yourself.

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🌙 MOON - what is your OC's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

this is a little more tricky, especially because they’re a bit earlier in development. but I think really the biggest thing they want is just to feel safe and to feel loved. they care so deeply about their loved ones and want to make sure that they’re safe, and with the constant threats looming over the region, it’s hard for them to catch a break. they’re incredibly loyal to a flaw– to where they’d end up sacrificing themself for it if it came to it, so they’d go as far as they need to to ensure that their loved ones are safe. 

#ask crim #oc: soleil feyrinn #pokemon reborn #thank you for the ask! <3 #crystalium7

[starielwastaken]

Hi, I know this isn't any of my business, but you follow me and I occasionally get your posts on my dash, so I decided to ask.

Why do you watch "think before you sleep" and "sensitive society". I mean, maybe you didn't know, which would be hard, but I digress. They both have made a lot of incredibly harmful videos, both attacking trans people and the queer community in general. I also have the shinimagami eyes extension, which marks trans friendly, and anti-trans channels. I didn't even do anything and the channel was already flagged as the latter. I also know both of them really hate fat people for no reason, which isn't fun at all...

Basically, if you somehow, like, agree with them, then I don't want you to follow me or interact with me. Sorry if this comes off as aggressive, I genuinely don't mean it, but I just can't wrap my head around how s queer person can watch these channels.

Hi, it’s totally fine to ask idm answering. I don’t really watch sensitive society much (tho I do watch similar channels) but I do watch a lot of think before you sleep. I personally watch them because I believe it’s important to listen to people with different views and opinions as you to learn and grow. I agree with a lot of points they have and I disagree with a lot of points they have. I LOVE psychology and TBYS’s vids are very well researched and psychological so I like to analyse why they think certain things and I love how they cite their sources so I get to read them!! If you want me to unfollow you that’s totally fine but yeah that’s my reasons for watching them :PP.

Also!! You don’t come off as aggressive to me so don’t worry at all!! Hope you have a great day (pinch and a pinch for the 1st day of the month slip slap can’t get me back, if you do that- idk if it’s a popular tradition outside of Aus) and understand where I’m coming from!!

Also also!! Gah I ramble too much, Ik they’re flagged but I do recommend giving TBYS a try as they aren’t transphobic/fat hating which I get is how they might come across until you understand where they’re coming from (they’re not concerned about the promotion of these things in media more the why, politically and economically they’re getting promoted). However it’s your life and your choice I’m not gonna live it for ya, once again have a nice day and byeeee!! :PP

#pro free speech #anti censorship #stariel asks #:PP #psychology #also BOOP bc everyone’s doing that but IDK HOW TO TURN IT ON PROPERLYYY 😭😭😭😂😂 #I’ll probs edit in some of the TBYS vids that more better explain what he’s abt or I may not idk I’m kinda stoopid with da memory sometimes #edit later!!! #remember #biro slay

[kingbyx]

Done more thinking and I’m here again to ramble uncontrollably about this new au I’ve come up with. It’s only half thought out if I wrote this some stuff will change but it’s a plan.

Off the bat, I’m bringing up that Yokohama, the region I’m setting this in, does not have a typical gym system. It did, at one point, but Mori destroyed it because he’s a bitch like that.

Mori killed the old champion, and took of the elite four and by extension the gyms. He destroyed them, revealing himself as the leader of the Port Mafia. He made sure there was no evidence but word of mouth though, so legally he’s untouchable. All gyms are ruled by his mafioso and the elite four, his executives. With such powerfull guards, nobody could stop him. He uses his influence and gyms to steal and sell Pokémon, and kill whoever messes with him.

Dazai is his… son? Protoge? Who knows. Point is, Mori had a kid with him when he killed the champion and nobody saw it happen but the kid. Dazai told everybody that Mori defeated him in fair battle, and the old man died naturally of a heart attack, it was just bad timing that he died after their battle that only Dazai saw or knew about.

Mori does not actually battle as the champion though, he gives his Pokémon to Dazai and throws the kid at you instead. This is why he has Dazai, he’s terrifying. He had an eye for strategy like no other. His only weakness is that all his Pokémon hate him, because hes an ass. They don’t like Mori either.

Dazai is also an elite 4 member officially, but he also functions as champion. He used 12 different Pokémon but they are all Moris.

Chuuya is a young Pokémon trainer, he wanders the region with hos team, never staying in one place for long. He is well known enough, though not by name, people know of his strength in battle. Nobody knows if he had a home, nobody knows where he came from.

Dazai ends up meeting him and thought they argue constantly they become sort of friends. Chuuya let’s Dazai play with his Pokémon, and tries to teach him how great they are, how loving they can be.

Dazai, once again sneaking out to attempt death and stare at Pokémon in the forest, comes across a strange Pokémon.

It looked almost like an eevee, but it’s colours were too light from what he saw. He ran after it. He chases it through the trees until he hits something, which turns out to be Chuuya. They realize they were both chasing strange Pokémon, and team up to search.

They find two shiny eevee, coats beautifully white. Chuuya approaches then first, torching Dazai along with him. The eevee are super friendly, and they play all day.

It is getting late when Chuuya asks one of the eevee, the more energetic one who he had quickly bonded with, if it wants to come with him. It nods yes eagerly, and the other shyly approaches Dazai as if asking him for something. Chuuya smiles knowingly, handing one of his empty ultraballs over to him.

“I only carry ultra balls,” he says when Dazai asks why they couldn’t just use plain ones,

Chuuya catches his eevee quickly and hapilly, letting it back out imidietly to hug it. Dazai is more hestotant, reaching his hand with the ultra ball out slowly, the eevee leans forward and let’s itself be caught.

He lets it back out, amazed it chose him.

Chuuya and him stay there for an out her few minutes, feeding their new friends berries and rolling toys through the grass.

Dazai had to leave eventually, but he asks if Chuuya would like to come back. His voice if soft, unlike his usual teasing persona. Chuuya says yes hapilly.

Dazai hides his eevee from Mori, but hapilly bri it out later that night to show his friends, Oda and Ango. Both members of the mafia, but not gym leaders. Oda had been one of the best gym leaders, but refused to do anything dirty or evil, and had been replaced in the gym, Ango never fought, instead he worked mostly in the back end of the mafia, less hands on but just as important.

Dazai and then we’re best friends.

You know how it goes from there.

Dazai runs away, 15 and homeless he goes to find the only other person he knows. Chuuya.

Not sure where it goes from there but yeah that’s what I’ve got. Here’s some other nonsense i though of:

-Chuuya gets an umbreon probably, and I think dazai should have a sylveon just because

-Chuuya also had a Type:Null hidden away in his back pack, not even Dazai knows. He got it from the lab, that is also why he’s on the run.

-the agency is an organisation hoping to take down the Mafia and restore the fair gyn challenge. Chuuya and Dazai meet them along their journey, and end up agreeing to help them. Originally they planned to just avoid the mafia, live peacefully, but it was too tempting.

-for years the agency has succeeded in beating gym leaders, and then failed at getting badges. Mori doesn’t let anybody actually get badges, he’s not dumb. If someone challenged him in fair battle he’d be forced by law to give up his position. He could get it back but what a bother, so instead he just essentially got rid of the gym challenge. It’s hard to register, the gyms are crazy hard, and if you win you will be forced out the door with excuses before you even see a badge. With Soukoku, they get their first badges. Now the challenge is keeping them, Mori is happy to send people to steal them.

-Soukoku is terrifyingly strong, and theyre even worse together.

-Atsushi, 14, joins not long later, haunted by a legendary tiger and talented in battle though he didn’t know it.

-they all work to gather 8 badges and eventually confront Mori. The battle is not fair or just, but they kill him in the end. Dazaia deals with the legal mess and Fukuzawa takes the position of champion, placing his agents as gym members and elite four members.

-they needed the badges to get to him legally, since if they just killed him one of the elite four would take over and then nothing would be solved. So they had to beat him in battle and place their own champion who could replace all the Mafia members.

-without their leaders Dazai and Chuuya went and just demolished the mafia. Easy. Some turned good and left or became good and still work as gym leaders under Fukuzawa.

Champion: Mori

Elite 4: Kouyou, Verlaine, Ace, Dazai (missing)

Gyms:

Kaji

Akutagawa

Gin

Tachihara

Hirotsu

Higuichi

Q

Elise(?)

I don’t know what their types would be, but they don’t fully follow them. Mori allows anything, so they use whatever they want. It tricks challengers and makes everything harder. These gym leaders might change I don’t know

Anyways bye I’m done I’m tired

#bsd Pokémon au #pokemon #bsd #I’m tired now goodnight

[kdyism]

WHERE THE MOON DOESN'T SHINE

pairing. renjun x reader

genre. werewolf!au, high school!au, slice of life

wc. 4,422 k / warn. mention of cannibalisms & blood

synopsis. being friends with renjun came with a lot of unwanted knowledge about things he liked but you don't really mind until his interest in werewolves are peaked once again after a chance encounter with the most human howl he has ever heard

yunn howls. repost! i loved writing this before bc i never wrote anything supernatural but this hmm werewolves i don't really like renjun i do ;> reblogs + comments are appreciated!

The universe is ever-expanding, dying stars giving birth to supernova explosions and more stars being born. In all their fiery gasses, they are glaringly bright to be near and could probably burn your skin off to be close too but he loves them all the same. The ever extensiveness of the space he is a part of makes him feel like a part of something bigger than anything on this planet is—extraterrestrials, dark matter and black holes that make no sense, the string theory and he finds himself more enamoured by the giant, cold, reflecting moon that doesn't shine where he wishes it does.

From his home, down on earth far from the moon, his telescope always follows the moon; however, from the spot where he wants to find the moon, he doesn't know how to.

His eyes focus on the gleaming stars, a veil of blue over their warmth, as he hears the sound of cracking vinyl play in the background and your figure twirling mindlessly because that's the only way you dance with little head bops and your lashes resting on your cheeks, the soft white light falling on you and the moon isn't there to accompany you.

"How come the moon never shines at your place?" Renjun presses the lid of your telescope and slumps onto your bed, watching you go in circles.

Shrugging, you pause and look at him. "This used to be a werewolf settlement," you reply out of breath, the world buzzing and rotating, "Of course, the moon doesn't shine here,"

Renjun believes in all things mythical, the creatures of the night, of the sea, the air, of the caves, of the ever-living, of the supernatural and the man-made. His mind is a cesspit of knowledge he dumps on you and you play along, in your silent dreaminess, you listen and save his rambling research in your mind and recite them back to him when the occasion calls. Renjun probably hangs out with you the most because you two could talk about it together instead of him just rambling someone's ear off.

"I don't like the moon anyways," you said, staggering into your bed beside him and fluttering your eyes open, your face stiff and showing no emotion, except for your raised brows. "I especially hate going on my uhh, family trips that follow the moon cycle… I hate the full moon, I mean the crescent looks way better and it overshadows the stars when I like them better,"

Renjun stifles a laugh, rolling his eyes. He knows about your little dislike for the moon and he never understands why, even though the stars are just as beautiful, the moon was ever more in his eyes. The way your voice drips with condemnation when the moon has done nothing to you, he doesn't know himself why he wants to show you the moon when you have hard feelings towards it.

Meeting you under starlit skies, in your twirling dance and bewildering him in your stoic way of receiving his intrusion in your peaceful nothingness. He doesn't know why you both clicked after that, his eyes finding you in places he never noticed and then you were at his table asking for him to share his math notes with you.

He thinks you are the most different from his group of friends, you are quiet, strangely strong, a little jumpy and the most out of place thing is your excitability that mimics a puppy when you normally don't get excited by anything. You were like a combination of all that yet somehow you are also the complete opposite sometimes. He finds you even more bizarre than the creatures of the myths, he finds you far more enthralling than the moon you so dearly despise. As the moon dances from the view at his house, an hour away from you, you dance, an arm span away from him and yet, just like how you won't reach the moon, he can't reach you because of the innate distance of whatever the distance was made of.

He hears your sigh, turning to you and you groan, "I am going away again this weekend," pressing your palms into your eyes, you sit up and he does the same, "I wish I could invite you to come along,"

"Where do you even go?" he asks, slouching in your direction as you push yourself to the wall and bring your knees to your chest.

"We usually go to a lake house nearby," you said, laying your head on your knees and looking at him. Renjun nods, crossing his legs and you pucker your lips, your ears perking at the sound of your house's entrance opening, "My brother is home," you mumble and he immediately rolls down off the bed cursing and picking up his school bag and putting on his jacket.

"Shit! Then it's already seven!" Renjun shouts down and you lazily laugh watching him pack up his stuff to go home and you wave, sending him off as he gives you a tight, polite smile and slams your room's door shut as he leaves yelling, "See you tomorrow!"

You hear the noise from your living room, your mother cooing at him, asking him to stay for dinner and the sound of your dogs barking at him as he tries to leave the house. Your family adores Renjun more than they adore you and you find it funny because he is so different from what you would say is your family's type but you never bring anyone home, so he is probably a sign that you weren't a loner at school for your parents.

Leaning to look outside your window, Renjun waits outside for your head and puts up both hands, waving and you laugh with your shoulders as you wave back and watch him jog away from your house.

The stars are always bright when he is under them, you think you love the stars that shine on him just as much as he loves the moon that doesn't shine on you.

You and your family have a secret you hide from the world around you, monthly trips that result from this secret-keeping and you want to go home already, to the comfort of your house's familiar smell that invades your nostrils, your bed and the moon out of your face at night.

"Mom!" you call, struggling to push the lakehouse's door open. You are wrapped in a black trench coat, your hair under a fancy hat with white tulle and your nose sniffles at the pungent smell of blood invading your sense, adrenaline shooting up your veins and your sense heightening all at once, your mind turning too fast for you to comprehend what was happening.

"Dad!" you scream, your blood curdling as your fists bang the front door and you fall, the door flinging open, you fall into your mother's arms and your nose sniffles her scent, gripping her sides and she panics.

"Oh, honey! Darling!" she cries, wrapping her arms around you and dragging you into the empty hall of the lakehouse and gently placing you on the fluffy duvet they had spread on the floor, you struggle, wrinkling against her side as you find comfort in her warmth and scent as you hear the echoes of your father and brother rushing to your side with the medication, "I think she was in the moonlight," you hear your mother whisper, pushing your hair away from your sweaty face.

You hate full moon nights, the reflecting sunlight that awakes the monster in you and forces you to change into something you are not at the slightest touch of the light on your skin. You hate being a wolfblood as much as you love it, your pros and cons aren't balanced but you adore your pros as much as you hate the cons. The stars you love so much when the moon shines on you and your blood boil, your pulse throbbing as you suppress your disgruntling transformation because you hadn't taken your medication yet.

"Hurry, baby, open up," your mother coaxing you, resting you on her lap and pressing the glass of off-putting wolf's bane drink on your lips, you grunt as you chug the solution and cough as the smell of the drink chokes you, the smell of blood clouding your conscious and out of nowhere, you howl at the moon. A cry for release maybe, to let you stay human for tonight and not make you transform as the reminder of the awful taste of flesh floods back into your tongue, pushing you off the cliff and finally, your eyes are yellow and you shrivel in your mother's lap.

It would take a while now, to become you again.

They say that once a werewolf eats human flesh, they will crave it even in their human form but it wasn't the case for your family. After the traditional coming of age ceremony, none of you eat or seek for humans at the full moon and sure, you eat more meat than other humans but that was not too uncommon. Plus, you must remember, werewolf or not, cannibalism is illegal and it doesn't taste good anyway. Like iron would ever taste good when it looks like silver.

Your mother raking her fingers through your head, you snuggle closer to her as your brother settles beside you. "You shouldn't have gone out without taking the medicine first," he chastises, shaking his head and you growl at him, "You don't scare me, little lyca," he taunts you and your mother clicks her tongue, in a way to tell him off.

"Oh by the way," your father said, bringing a blanket and your phone with him, "Renjun called,"

You whine, resting your head on your mother and she awes, "It's okay, he won't be mad that you didn't answer,"

You knew he wouldn't be mad but that doesn't stop you from being mad at yourself for not being able to talk normally now, glad that at least your family could still understand you. You remember the day Renjun studied werewolves and became obsessed with finding one when he heard werewolves used to live in your area even though he has no idea how much of the source was accurate to even believe. Not that you can deny since you do live there but that wasn't the point and you were glad when he finally gave up and moved on to Leviathans.

“Go to sleep,” your mother lovingly whispered, as your brother and father laid down. During full moons, you go back to sleep beside each other like a pack of wolves. It was never weird since turning was not your choice. The only way to keep yourself from going feral was to keep sane by your family and stay away from humans. The hunting instinct never dies but it is soothed by the presence of your blood’s scent beside you, clouding the stench of blood and other carnivorous werewolves. “We must be careful tonight,” she sighs, making eye contact with you.

“Your cry must’ve been heard by a night owl,”

“You will never believe what I heard the night you were away!”

Renjun comes tumbling over his poster tube and school bag, collapsing on his seat beside you in class and pulling his phone out in a hurry, stabbing the earphone’s plug into it and handing you one while he wore one. “Listen to this,” he said, his eyes widened and star-lit.

Blinking confusedly, you press the earphone in your ear and your blood flushes down your face, your heartbeat slowing as Renjun smiles, nodding at you enthusiastically, “You know what this is?” he asks, excitement dripping from his tone and he pulls out the web, searching for something and as he smirks, playing a video, "Don't they sound the same?"

Forcing a laugh, you roll your eyes. You knew the sound of yearning, crying and howling for the moon all too well to be confused. His amused expression watching you discard his voiced opinion on them asks you to go on and say what you have.

"You want to know what I think?" you cross your arms, your eyes drifting to your classroom's door as your homeroom teacher enters.

"It must be unaware-wolf,"

"What?" Renjun blurts, his eyes softening as he looks at you with his features going to rest, not quite understanding what you said and he echoes, "An werewolf? Who says werewolf with an and not a?"

"I must be unaware of that," you quickly said, raising your brows at the word unaware with a smirk and holding back your smile as he furrows his brows and twisting his torso towards you as he turns to the front of the class.

"Uh—Are you joking?"

"You know I am not funny, why would I make a joke?" you retort, shrugging your shoulder and glancing at him, noting his smiling scoff and the way he was holding back his urge to raise his fist, hissing, "You're asking for it, you're dying for it,"

Laughing, "Am not," you shake your head, rolling your eyes at him and letting out a heavy sigh, "Let's talk at my home okay, after school."

As soon as school was over though, on the way to your home you couldn't stop snickering at Renjun's frowning face.

"Oh my fucking god," he hisses, pressing his hand against his eyes and cheek, "Why do they always bark?" Renjun asks, earning a giggle from you as you pan your eyes across your street with a subtle smirk and wait for Renjun to get over his weekly frustration.

"You know, I heard dogs bark when other dogs come into their territory?" you said, smiling with your eyes as you tried to stop glaring at the dogs as you walk to your house. “Maybe one of us smells dangerous,”

"What are we going to do to them? I like dogs, you do too" Renjun whines, "but these guys are my least favourite,"

He has always liked animals in general, domestic ones you can keep at home are even more endearing sometimes. However, in your street, the dogs were many in number and more aggressive than ever as if someone eggs them on each time before the two of you arrive there. The smell of dogs fill in the air, random barks thrown around and the growls of more untamed dogs scare him. You know why they bark and the sight of Renjun being confused and frustrated every time it happened was all the more fun because of his churning nose, pouting lips and slightly hasty steps.

"They always bark at me and my family," you sheepishly said, sighing as you unlock your front door.

"Isn't that weird?" he asks, dropping his bag beside his shoes and following you up to your room, glancing at the two huskies sleeping on your hall's couch. "You have your own dogs, they never bark at you," he points, looking up at you from the lower stairs as you wait for him on top.

"We live together, they are used to us," you shrug, flinging your room's door open and swinging your school bag across your room as you fall face-front on your bed.

"By the way, are you going on your family trip next month too?" he asks, setting up his telescope set that he kept at your place and you flinch at the mention of your monthly trip. Rubbing the side of your forehead, you scratch your scalp as you laugh nervously.

"Of course, you know what happens when I don't," you quickly said, hiding your face in your pillow as you remember the events of this months’ and Renjun notes your uncharacteristically shy behaviour, your curling body and shifty eyes weren't something he was used to except near the time it was to your monthly trips. "I hate going," you groan softly, turning to face him.

“You just came back, you have time until you go again,” Renjun says, opening your window and continuing "Your whole family goes," humming, he sticks his eye onto the cold metal of the telescope, "hmm, the moon is missing yet again," he sighs, pulling away.

"Renjun, the moon is not even pretty, why do you keep searching for it?" you ask, as you do routinely each week as he visits your house, searching for the moon. "It's so stupid with like, the light?? It stole from the sun—the sun's stolen light and ugh why cycle, it should just stay a crescent all year long," your voice drips with venom, unconsciously furrowing your brows in a glare at Renjun and he scoffs, mused at your hate for the moon.

"Bet the moon is hiding from you," he smirks, eyeing you while laughing.

Renjun sighs as he pulls out his phone again, “Anyway, the case on hand!” he exclaims, practically shaking in excitement and you felt your ears perk, the sound of nearby dogs still growling tickling your ears and the whites of your eyes almost escape, you could feel the hostility whiffing off the dogs as if they could measure up to you but you let the dogs’ dream, turning your attention to Renjun as he plays the recording of the heart wrenched cry again for you, this time without the headsets. The hair of your spine stands, cringing at your own cry and the tension rising from downstairs where you assume your mother’s heard the recording too. She did tell you to be careful because of your unprompted howl.

“This is totally a human crying wolf,” Renjun nods, “The other one in the class was a real-life wolf and this one sounds almost identical—except more human..?”

“Where'd you find this?” you ask, replaying the audio and mentally noting never to howl again. It didn’t sound pleasant or even animalistic. Made you feel less cool for being a wolfblood.

“I went biking with Jaemin and Jeno, the night you were away,” he starts, holding his gaze to you, “I stayed late to stargaze from the field nearby and suddenly,” waving both his hands in front of you and making you blink, “AWWHOOOO,” he howls, well mimics a howl, closing his eyes and nuzzling upwards, shaking his head subtly and your breath hitches, a giggle threatening to escape and you hold back, “I had to record it! That’s how I got this!” Renjun explains, knitting his brows and you naturally lean in as he does too, “Don’t...you think it sounds like…” he trails, his eyes looking behind you and you gulp harshly.

“Like?” you echo, your heart and mind screaming simultaneously. After all, you’ve always known Renjun was good at knowing when it was you or maybe, you were just panicking because you could lose him. For being something not human.

Renjun seems to have picked up on your conflict, your clenching fists and saucer-like eyes barely blinking. “I just think it sounds like you when you cry,” he finally said, causing you to blinker.

Like the moon that doesn’t appear at your place, you don’t appear around him anymore.

Renjun felt something off when you played it off as a joke when he assumed the cry sounded like you but the way you didn’t release your fists or meet his eyes for longer than a second all said to him he somehow did something to make you uncomfortable. The next day, the day after and the many days after, the dogs near your house didn’t bark when he came over and he wasn’t let in by any of your family, it seems you weren’t at home but he saw the flutter of your curtain and he could feel your eyes on him just as the way you always sent him off from your room. You didn’t come to school either and the teachers knew apparently of something no else did. Renjun could already guess you were doing everything you could to avoid him, with any help you could get.

“What do you think I should do?” Renjun asks, staring at the ceiling with his hands placed over his tummy with his friend Donghyuck crouching beside him, “It is my fault, isn’t it?”

“Of course, meathead,” Donghyuck exaggerates, raising his eyebrows and puckering his lips as Renjun looks at him. “I don’t exactly know what you said to offend but um, if someone is avoiding you over something you said—it’s a you problem.”

“Just take my advice, I am excellent at making amends,” he continues, grabbing Renjun’s wrist and pulling him forcefully upwards as he stands and grins, “Be annoying then apologize when you get the chance.”

Sighing, Renjun doesn’t know why he was even asking Donghyuck out of everyone he knew but he nodded, it was the only way to get to you know. You are usually weak to his persistence and he was only using his cards right, it’s not annoying when it’s to apologize, he justified his decision as he dragged himself back to your neighbourhood and midway through, Renjun froze thinking back on his decision and the barking of numerous dogs and he snaps back, the familiar sight of you almost punching him in his guts as he sees you prepare to bolt and he screams, “Wait right there!”

“I have to get home!” you yell back, clenching your eyes and fists, you almost hear his panting, racing heart reflecting in your pulse as he comes closer to you. “Your house is the other way,” he softly said, breathing heavily and you wince, groaning as you turn to face him with drooping eyes.

“I am not ready to talk to you yet,”

The air was different, between you and Renjun the air was never thick nor cold and somehow it was both. Your tone was low and sharp, you never spoke to him this way and Renjun’s shaky eyes and chopped breath was also something that didn’t happen in front of you. To say it plainly, you and Renjun felt like you weren’t you and Renjun at this moment. A shell of you that was too afraid to hear him out or tell him the truth and a shell of him that was too conscious of what he might’ve said to make you avoid him as hard as you did.

The two of your heartbeats were loud in your sense, the shakiness that seeps out of Renjun makes you feel even more flighty.

“I am sorry if I said something insensitive,” he said, his voice heavy and croaky. “Of course, I wasn’t implying anything but it seems I probably did to you,”

Hearing him, you blink continuously at the ground, digging your fingers into your palm, forgetting the length of your nails and wincing at the pain. “I have something I want to tell you but… I am not sure if I should or not but I don’t want to hide it from you…

“Especially from you, so will you hear me out?”

Renjun’s neck chokes his breathing, nodding at you, gesturing you to continue and you take a heavy breath, “If I said something like I am a werewolf or vampire, would I be weird?” you start, gathering your guts and bringing your eyes to his and you see him shake his head, taking tiny steps towards you. “You said the cry sounded like me and what if I told you it was me?”

You perk your ears, trying to hear his pulse and you feel your insides churn, his heart is still steady, waiting for you to complete your thing and you feel hotter as the seconds' pass, feeling even weirder than ever in front of him because you have never told anyone about this. You have wanted to tell him before but you always passed it as jokes because you didn’t want him to think any less of you or even like you any less. Your friendship with him was more precious to you than any other and if keeping your secret was keeping him, you didn’t mind it. If it came to the point you had to say something, you would but you never expected it to be this soon. This is honestly the moon’s fault for making you so sad and howling out of nowhere, if it wasn't for its light, this wouldn’t have happened.

“I could hurt you,” you said, studying his expression, “I could eat you or my family could, would you still be my friend? Would you still like me even if I could be so dangerous? Even if I was hypothetically a werewolf?”

Renjun’s mind races a marathon, no matter how much he believes in the creatures from myths, he never imagined what he’d do or feel like if he was to meet one or even if someone he knew was something unlike him.

Then again, it starts to click, like puzzle pieces finally falling into place, you hate the moon as the moon is never something you look forward to if you were a werewolf. You disappear every month with your family and it was probably because of the full moon and the dogs didn't like you or your family because you were another type of dog living in their territory. And then, the thing that finally clicked with him after an eternity was—the moon doesn’t shine where you live.

“You are still you though,” Renjun breaths, softly laughing and locking eyes with you, “Even if you were not human, you are still you… and the one I like is not human you or werewolf you—I like you, just you, the you that I know,”

“Does this mean you aren’t scared?”

Renjun nods, almost cockily placing his palms on his hips and raising his eyebrows, “I have a werewolf friend,” he brags, shrugging his shoulder and you scoff, a wave of relief washing over you and you felt weak in your knees, the loudness of your heart finally drowning out and you sigh. “I should’ve known an enthusiast like you would be happy,”

“Don’t say it like that,” he said, shifting his weight to one side and you cringe at him, nodding exaggeratedly, “I’ll bite you,” you said, trying to sound threatening.

“That’s okay,” he smiles, walking beside you and turning you in the direction of your house, “I’ll get lycanthropy but once I am cured, I’ll also be a werewolf,”

“Huh? That’s—’

“So, let’s go to the place where the moon doesn’t shine first”

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[honeytae]

No cream, no sugar.

hey bubs! i’m back with some ultra fluff :) honestly i don’t even know what this is, but i just really want a nice little coffee date with min yoongi....and that’s all. soft and shy college!yoon makes the reader swoon over him (obviously) and they just have a nice little first meeting here. i hope you all enjoy! tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: fluff (college! au) word count: 2.2k

The warm air of the cafe embraced you when you stepped inside, bell chiming over your head as your shoulders loosened at the familiar scent of frosted pastries and hot coffee. Scanning the empty tables, you breathed a sigh of relief, knowing you’d be able to get your work done in peace without any loud acquaintances bugging you. 

You’d already tried the library, and that had been enough of a disaster for the few minutes you stayed. 

Quickly shuffling over to the counter, you readjusted the strap of your bag, guiding it back up your sore shoulder as you quickly rambled off your coffee order. 

Ugh, these books are heavy. 

You graciously smiled once the barista set your cup down on the counter, thanking her with a nod before making your way to a vacant table across the room. 

You weren’t one to typically do your schoolwork anywhere but the desk placed beside your bed. However, with the way your roommates had been bickering lately, you hadn’t been able to get a thing done there. And since the library was always full of guys obnoxiously trying to pounce on every living breathing female, that wasn’t exactly an option either. 

Pulling out your textbook, you set it on the table with a huff, dread filling you at the dizzying words and numbers on the page. Taking a breath, you rolled your shoulders back in an attempt to calm yourself before tugging your notebook out of your bag and heading a title for your notes. 

You were four pages in before you heard the bell chime to indicate another customer entering, a slight feeling of disappointment filling you at the thought of anybody coming in to disturb the peace you’d built before the feeling seemed to vanish at once, instead replaced with a slight giddiness at the man who’d just stepped into the building. 

Min Yoongi.

You knew of him, but not much. You knew that he stayed away from parties, he lived off-campus and seemed to just stick to his own thing. 

Most importantly, you knew there was no need to worry about him since he was so quiet himself. In fact, he seemed to dodge any kind of unnecessary social interaction, so he’d probably be taking off with his coffee in a matter of minutes. 

Logistically, that’s all you knew about him. But you also knew he was super cute, and you had a definite budding crush on him. 

Deep brown eyes peeked out from underneath his beanie, dark hair swept over his forehead occasionally shifting to cover his irises, to which his nimble fingers almost immediately brushed the strands aside. 

The apples of his cheeks moved along with his mouth as he mumbled an order you couldn’t quite hear, causing you to lean a bit further onto your elbow in order to hopefully hear the next thing he said.

He had pale skin, a stark contrast to the dark hair color he was sporting, but his cheeks were a soft glow of pink, lips pouted slightly as he patiently waited for the barista to make his coffee. 

You knew it was rude to stare, but christ, you swore he was the prettiest human you’d ever seen. He had effortlessly put you in a trance.

Seeming to sense your eyes on him, the man turned to you, briefly catching your eyes before you diverted them back to your work on the table. 

Way to go, idiot.

You swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest with the knowledge that you’d been caught red handed, cheeks burning as you clutched onto your pencil.

Scribbling down a few random loops, you tried your hardest to act occupied, only halting your actions when you heard footsteps approaching your table. 

Peeking to the side, you confirmed that there were a pair of roughed-up sneakers beside the legs of your table, eyes trailing up the torn pair of jeans and oversized hoodie adorning the figure to meet his dreamy chocolate orbs.

“Hi,” Yoongi smiled, holding up a little white pastry bag, “I saw you eyeing the display case so I just, picked up a few things since you look kind of busy.” He said shyly, offering it out to you with a slanted grin. 

Your eyes quickly shifted to the display case behind him, realizing that when you were staring at him, you could in fact pass it off as looking at the display case. Whether he genuinely thought that or not, you had no idea. 

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled back, hand brushing his for a moment as he transferred the bag to you. His fingers were warm, touch electrifying, causing your chest to erupt in butterflies as you now clutched the bag. 

His other hand held a lidded coffee cup, steam rising from the small mouth hole at the top. 

Peeking into the bag, you noticed multiple pastries stacked inside, grinning at the variety he had chosen. 

“Uh, Yoongi,” you spoke up, watching his eyebrows raise in surprise. Did he not know you knew his name? Did he even know your name?

“Do you want some? I mean, I can’t eat all this myself so,” You found yourself stumbling for an explanation, immediately relaxing when he easily nodded with a smile of his own. 

“Sure. I skipped breakfast anyway, so,” he shrugged, you nodding in encouragement as he lowered himself down into the chair across the high top table from you. 

Pushing your notebook aside, you opened the bag of pastries, spreading them out atop the paper material with a raise of your brows. 

“These look really fucking good.” You said without thinking, covering your mouth with a muffled noise as you realized you’d sworn. 

Yoongi, to your surprise, broke out into a full-on grin, shoulders shaking in a quiet chuckle as he switched his gaze to the pastries you’d laid out. 

“They do.” He agreed, smile fading as he slid back into his cool demeanor. 

You were instantly captivated by the man, the way his face melted into a smile, the way the apples of his cheeks pushed up and made his eyes wrinkle slightly, the sparkle in his orbs. 

Clearing your throat, you drew his attention again, properly introducing yourself with a murmur of your name. You nearly passed out in your chair as the man chuckled again, eyes glittering at you as he nodded in response. 

“I know you.” He smiled, taking you by surprise as your shoulders eased slightly. It was nice to know he wasn’t laughing at you, at least not in a mean way. 

“We had some classes together last semester, right?” He asked, raising his eyebrows for you to confirm as he held a glazed danish in his left hand. 

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded, surprised he remembered as you watched him munch on the treat. 

You watched as his eyes pointed out the window, studying his beautiful side profile as his cheek filled adorably with the danish in his hand. 

His eyelashes fanned out in front of him, blinking every few moments as his orbs flitted over the street outside. The slope of his nose was perfect, a round end meeting his pout that seemed to lift a bit at whatever he was looking at outside. 

Realizing you were being completely rude with all your staring, you shifted your attention to the notes on the edge of the table, scanning them with only the sound of clinking of dishes from the kitchen in the background. 

The man didn’t seem to be one for conversation, which was not entirely a shock to you. The silence was surprisingly comfortable though, which was a shock to you. Both of you nonchalantly munched on pastries, your gaze fixated on your work as you tried to take in all the information you’d read up on over the past hour. 

“You taking Stats this year?”

His soft voice interrupted the silence, causing you to glance up to see his own eyes pointed at your notebook, squinting at the figures to make them out from his upside-down angle.

“Yeah,” you nodded, then sighed, “sadly.”

Yoongi’s lips quirked a bit at that, smile lasting a bit longer than the last one as he leaned over further to check out your notes. The action caused a wave of his cologne to hit your nostrils, a sweet herbal smell mixed with the cotton scent of his detergent. 

It fit the man so well, his shy yet soft demeanor being as comforting as the spray he’d put on his neck this morning. 

“God, I remember that.” He seemed to say to himself before leaning back in his chair, hands holding his coffee secure on the tabletop. 

“It’s horrible. Not that Doctor O. is any help.” You mumbled, face lighting up slightly at the sound of Yoongi’s chuckle again. 

“Yeah, he sucks.” He agreed, taking a sip of his coffee as he seemed to internally debate his next words. 

“If you ever, uh,” He stumbled, frowning before he tried again, “if you ever need any help, I’ve taken that course before, so,” He offered with a shrug of his shoulders, so casually shy about the extension for help that you nearly pouted at the endearing man. 

“Thank you.” You smiled, the man nodding politely as he watched you tap the eraser end of your pencil against the table, your actions pausing as you realized he was tuned into it.

“Sorry.” You chuckled, the man shaking his head to dismiss your apology with a small grin. 

Reaching for your iced latte, you sipped the cold liquid from the straw, frowning slightly at the cup when you realized it was nearly gone.

“You’re fine.” His teeth shone at you, eyes filled with something mirroring endearment as they traced over your features. You felt flustered under his gaze, diverting your eyes to the coffee cup in his hand and gesturing to it. 

“What’d you get?” You asked, the man’s own eyes shifting to the cup before he raised it in front of his face. 

“Just coffee.” He responded, causing you to tip your head at him in confusion. 

“No cream, no sugar.” He elaborated, causing your face to twist in disgust, Yoongi’s face lighting up at your reaction. 

“What’s that for?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement, another smile greeting you as you chuckled in response, raising your eyebrows back at him. 

“I think I’d rather take ten more years of Doctor O’s class than drink a single sip of plain black coffee.” You grimaced, Yoongi’s laugh causing your face to crinkle into another smile as you bit into one of the doughnuts he’d brought for you. 

The conversation flowed with ease after that. 

You discussed all the biggest campus scandals, rolled your eyes about all the same teachers, laughed about the one time Yoongi had gone to a party and ended up having to carry his two abliterated best friends home. 

“That scene isn’t really for me.” He followed the story up with, making you nod in understanding as you waited for him to talk more. 

You talked about your hobbies, finding out that you actually did have a lot in common. You both wrote in your free time, loved sleep, and were just trying to make it. 

You were both broke college students, working multiple jobs to keep up with the cost of your educations. He picked up any hours he could get at a bookstore just down the road, which made you feel warm and fuzzy while imagining him in that position. 

It was another thing that fit perfectly, the vision of him in a calm and quiet bookstore surrounded by endless shelves of novels. 

He liked to read, he said, but he didn’t have much free time nowadays to read anything other than his textbooks. You sighed in agreement then, feeling a reprieve from trying to act as if you weren’t buried shoulders high in work to get your degree. 

You felt a peculiar sense of comfort with Yoongi despite this being your first conversation, his voice gentle and thoughts genuinely intriguing as you’d not heard him speak much before today. 

Suddenly, the man seemed to remember something as he moved to retrieve his cell phone from his pocket, squinting at the screen under the table. 

“Oh shit, I have to go. 5 o’clock lecture.” He muttered as he looked at the time on his phone, tone sounding slightly disappointed as he shoved the device back in his pocket. 

You watched as he took your pencil between his fingers, clutching it to scribble a small set of numbers at the top of your notes. 

“If you ever need help, or, just want to talk shit about Doctor O.” He explained with another shrug, placing the pencil down in its previous spot on your notebook as you smiled in response.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You said, the man picking his almost empty coffee cup off the table with a slanted smile, your eyes remaining on him as he stood from his seat.

“I look forward to our next coffee shop shit-talking.” You leaned on the heels of your palms to look up at him, the man humming with a small grin. 

“Me too. Same time next week?” He smirked, erupting into a smile when you agreed. 

“See you then.” 

Hiding your smile behind your hand, you watched as he waddled cutely toward the exit, pushing his shoulder against the door and sending a final smile and wave your way as he exited the cafe. 

Perhaps you had some fond feelings for Min Yoongi.

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[robininthelabyrinth]

extra 3 for Tedious Joys

A/N: For all the anons who begged for the AU in which Lao Nie's stupid idea from extra 2 about a happy WRH/Lao Nie/LQR ever after actually works out, with specific shout outs to the ones who suggested (1) WRH as a bastard cat, (2) possessiveness, (3) erotic reading, and (4) that I couldn’t write WRH being anything but thoroughly awful, because so there.

A/N: warning for adult content

-

“Congratulations to you both,” Lan Qiren said, looking between Lao Nie and Wen Ruohan with what he was certain was an expression of utmost bemusement. “I don’t see why your decision to enter into a formal relationship merits a private announcement to me personally.”

“Formal relationship?” Wen Ruohan echoed.

“He means that we’re actually calling it a relationship instead of just skulking around in each other’s beds,” Lao Nie explained briefly, then turned back to Lan Qiren. “We’re telling you because you’re a critical part of it.”

Lan Qiren blinked.

“If I am to enter into a – formal relationship with Lao Nie,” Wen Ruohan said, his sneer expressing his thoughts on the matter of Lan Qiren’s wording choices, “he has made it clear that engaging with you is necessary.”

“Engaging with me,” Lan Qiren said.

“As an equal partner,” Lao Nie said, nodding.

“With…me.”

“Yes.”

Lan Qiren rubbed his eyes. “Lao Nie,” he said. “If I didn’t know better, this would sound a great deal like a husband introducing his first wife to his second.”

“Equal partner,” Lao Nie said, as if that was the problem. “It isn’t a marriage, so there’s no need to rank –”

“Lao Nie, we’re not married.”

“Aren’t you?” Wen Ruohan said, and Lan Qiren gaped at him. “Once you put aside the question of sex, which I’m given to understand you’re squeamish about.”

“I’m given to understand that that is a rather critical aspect in a marriage,” Lan Qiren said archly, ignoring Lao Nie’s mutter of it’s not squeamishness, he just doesn’t like it. “At any rate, I do not live with him, I do not bear him children –”

“You support him, you understand him, you are irrevocably associated,” Wen Ruohan said impatiently. “Of all other people, he would pick you first, and you him. You can use the term ‘sworn brothers’ if you prefer, but you must admit that your – formalized relationship with Lao Nie goes well beyond the usual intimacy of mere friendship.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Lan Qiren said, although on second thought he thought that perhaps it might be true. He had loved Cangse Sanren dearly, but it was very, very different from how he felt for Lao Nie.

Wen Ruohan snorted. “This is your problem,” he told Lao Nie.

“Our problem now,” Lao Nie said peaceably. “Qiren, I have no expectation of the two of us entering into a sexual relationship –”

Lan Qiren nodded, having not expected anything like that.

“Nor do I expect you to enter into a sexual relationship with Hanhan –”

Good.

“But I would appreciate it if you made an effort to get along a little better, at least for my sake. I care very deeply for both of you and would like to have you both in my life. At once. Without murder.”

Lan Qiren eyed Wen Ruohan, who eyed him right back.

“Well,” Lan Qiren said after a while. “I suppose?”

After all, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t already sharing Lao Nie’s time with him. This would simply be a further extension of that.

Nothing more.

-

“If it makes you uncomfortable –”

“I’ve already made clear that I don’t mind you two having sex while I’m in the room,” Lan Qiren said impatiently. “As long as I am not personally involved, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”

“See,” Wen Ruohan said. “It doesn’t bother him in the slightest.”

Lan Qiren ignored him. He’d found that that was the easiest way to deal with Wen Ruohan when he was in a mood – not entirely unlike the way he dealt with some of his more troublesome students, in fact.

“What if you’re the subject of conversation?” Lao Nie persisted.

“Conversation?” Lan Qiren said, frowning. “Do you often converse while – uh –”

Wen Ruohan sniggered. “Yes,” he said. “Quite a great deal. We can be quite noisy, even.”

“I can assure you I’m already aware of that,” Lan Qiren informed him, long-suffering. Wooden walls, even with insulation, were simply insufficient.

“We’re getting away from the main point here,” Lao Nie said.

“The main point being that you wish to involve me in your sexual antics, but from a distance?”

“…basically.”

“Antics,” Wen Ruohan said, looking pained. “We’re not twelve. Sect Leader Lan, can we not agree to simply say that we wish to objectify and sexualize you as part of our relationship, but that your personal participation is not required?”

“If we wish to be pretentious about it, we can,” Lan Qiren said, and Wen Ruohan blinked as if surprised that Lan Qiren had the capacity for even such a mild rebuke. “Yes, go ahead. It’s fine, I’m used to it.”

Now they were both blinking at him.

“Being objectified,” he clarified. “Even with being lusted over, fantasized about within my hearing, that sort of thing. It’s quite common, you know.”

“It…is?” Wen Ruohan said. He had now started blinking rather rapidly. “You often allow people to have sexual thoughts and conversations about you, then?”

“Oh, every day.”

“Every…day?”

“My students,” Lan Qiren explained with a faint sigh. “The majority of them prefer to imagine me as far away from being sexualized as possible, which I appreciate, but quite a few of them go so far as to end up on the other end – and of course they’re at that age when their thoughts tend to dwell on all matters connected with sex.”

“Oh,” Lao Nie said. “Your students.”

“That makes a great deal more sense,” Wen Ruohan said, nodding.

“What did you think I meant?” Lan Qiren asked, frowning at them both. “I’ll have you know that they are exceedingly indiscreet about it – in terms of conversation, or the notes they include in their books, or even in offers –”

“You’ve gotten offers?”

“Too many. I’ve refused, of course.”

“Poor children, I can’t blame them for trying,” Lao Nie mused. “You’re very commanding when you take charge of a classroom.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Wen Ruohan remarked. “Listening to Sect Leader Lan ramble on does not strike me as the most inspiring set of circumstances.”

“That’s what I’ve always thought!” Lan Qiren said. “It was always a surprise. I’m well aware that I tend towards toneless monotony – yet apparently there are people who find that attractive.”

“I would,” Lao Nie said at once, because of course he would. He’d find just about anything attractive, as long as it had the capacity to end his life…though what that said about his views of Lan Qiren’s lectures, Lan Qiren wasn’t sure. “I’d be very happy to get off to you reading out one of your lectures.”

“You are not tainting my lectures with your deviance,” Lan Qiren informed him. “I’m happy to read any spring book you like, but leave my lectures out of it.”

They were both staring at him again.

“What?” he said, suspicious.

“Would you really?” Wen Ruohan asked, leaning forward. His gaze was suddenly very intent, in a way that resembled the way he usually looked at Lao Nie. “Read us a spring book?”

Lan Qiren blinked. “If you like? I warn you, it’ll be in the same tone I do all my other readings.”

“That’s fine,” Lao Nie said. He, too, looked oddly intent. “Very good, even.”

“Very good,” Wen Ruohan agreed effusively.

“…very well then,” Lan Qiren said, now completely lost. “Go fetch one, then.”

He’d never understood what people saw in sex, and he was starting to think he never would.

Especially if they were all this ridiculous.

-

“You don’t actually need to keep me company just because Lao Nie told you to,” Lan Qiren said to Wen Ruohan, who was sitting across from him and refusing to leave.

“No, he won the bet fair and square,” Wen Ruohan said, looking sulky. “While this is not exactly the promise I had hoped he would extract, I will comply with his wishes to the letter.”

Wen Ruohan had probably been hoping for a kinky sex game, Lan Qiren reflected. It was a pity that the threat against Lan Qiren had come in so soon before their bet had been resolved – and that they had not yet identified who it was that had sent the threat, nor how serious it was – and Lao Nie was for some reason convinced that there were internal threats within the Cloud Recesses that needed to be guarded against.

Thus the request.

“Then I suggest you find a way to entertain yourself,” Lan Qiren finally said, looking down at the papers at his desk. He really did need to finish reviewing them all, and he had wasted enough time attempting to play host to a recalcitrant guest who didn’t want to be appeased. “I can order more tea, if you’d like…”

“No, no,” Wen Ruohan said. “I can entertain myself just fine.”

Lan Qiren was unfortunately familiar with that tone of voice, and was therefore unsurprised when Wen Ruohan began to undo his robes, albeit just enough to pull out his cock.

Personally, Lan Qiren would not find public masturbation with gratuitous leering to be entertaining, but then again, he wasn’t Wen Ruohan.

He peacefully did his work for a while, ignoring the sound of self-pleasure from a few feet away, but after a while – and it was taking a while, presumably because Wen Ruohan kept getting distracted by his irritation with Lao Nie – he couldn’t help but glance over.

He frowned.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said.

Wen Ruohan’s hand stopped. “Excuse me,” he said. “What did you say?”

“You’re doing it wrong,” Lan Qiren repeated.

Wen Ruohan gaped at him. “Are you – you – attempting to instruct me in how to – this?”

Lan Qiren rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, and Wen Ruohan’s shoulders relaxed – sanity and order returning to the world, no doubt. “I’m referring to your cultivation. You don’t have to share details, but you do use a yang-oriented cultivation method, do you not?”

“I do.”

“You have a small blockage in the meridian next to your neck,” Lan Qiren said. “It’s slowing it down. You should release it.”

Wen Ruohan concentrated, then frowned. “I sense no such blockage.”

“It’s only apparent when you’re flushing your meridians with yang energy,” Lan Qiren said. “Do both at the same time.”

Wen Ruohan scowled at him. “That’s easier said than done.”

Lan Qiren shrugged and put his papers down, standing up. “In that case, I will assist.”

Wen Ruohan’s eyes bulged slightly.

Lan Qiren walked over and settled down behind him. “Carry on, then,” he said.

“Assist with releasing the blockage,” Wen Ruohan said. “Right. Yes. That makes – more sense.”

And then he did carry on, because he was shameless like that.

Lan Qiren waited until he could see the blockage again, and then put his hands on Wen Ruohan’s shoulders.

Wen Ruohan flinched, and the energy dissipated.

Lan Qiren heaved a sigh. “Really?” he said, disapproving. “Is this the best you can do? Sect Leader Wen, please. You are a famous cultivator, far more powerful than me – I would expect your concentration to be better than this.”

“Right,” Wen Ruohan said. His voice was strangely hoarse. He started moving his hand again. “Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, Sect Leader Lan.”

Lan Qiren huffed, and noted that Wen Ruohan shivered. Perhaps he was sitting too close, and his breath had hit the back of Wen Ruohan’s neck, exposed as he curled forward over himself. “My request from you isn’t exactly difficult,” he said, a touch of asperity in his voice. “I’m certain you’ve done it many times before, and will many times again. If you can’t even perform such a straightforward task –”

Ah, there it was.

He put two fingers against the blocked meridian and firmly pressed, wielding his not inconsiderable arm strength against the tough skin Wen Ruohan had cultivated over the years.

Wen Ruohan made a choked noise.

The blockage released, the latent tension in the muscles releasing with it, and Wen Ruohan shuddered all over – presumably the yang energy that had been knotted up in there had also released, flooding through his meridians.

“Well done,” Lan Qiren said, inspecting his work. “The flow of energy is much smoother now. You should notice an immediate improvement in both temperament and swordplay.”

Wen Ruohan huffed and sat up straight again, starting to straighten his clothing. Apparently he’d finished the self-pleasure portion of the evening as well.

“I’m much obliged to you for your guidance, Teacher Lan,” he said, and it was Lan Qiren’s turn to blink, surprised – Wen Ruohan had never used that term of address for him before. “I look forward to attending your classes with you tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to,” Lan Qiren told him, although he used the opportunity to rise to his feet and return to his desk, intent on finishing his review. “There’s hardly any danger from my students.”

“No, no,” Wen Ruohan said. “I’m interested to see you – in your element, so to speak. I was perhaps too hasty in disregarding Lao Nie’s exhortations regarding the quality of your pedagogical skills.”

“Very well,” Lan Qiren said, a little suspicious. “You understand, of course, that you would not be permitted to…?”

“Around children? I assure you that that is not one of my proclivities.”

“Good,” Lan Qiren said, even though he was well aware that Wen Ruohan’s particular character was such that the fact that something was not within his so-called proclivities would in no way stop him if he thought he could get some benefit out of it. “Very well, then. If you insist –”

“I do,” Wen Ruohan said firmly. “I promised Lao Nie, did I not? I intend to keep my promise in the spirit in which it was requested.”

Lan Qiren sighed. This would probably end up only distracting his students more…hmm. Unless he used it to his advantage.

“Would you be willing to demonstrate some array techniques?” he asked. “I know they’re your area of expertise, and there are certain philosophical points I wish to convey to my students that may be more easily expressed with a visual demonstration.”

Wen Ruohan rolled his eyes, but it seemed to lack the usual sense of malice.

“You may use me as you wish, Teacher,” he said with a smirk. “I am at your service.”

-

“Is there anything you actually like?” Lan Qiren asked Wen Ruohan, aware that his tone was coming across as tetchy and irritable and wholly unable to stop it.

Wen Ruohan arched his eyebrows at him.

“Other than myself and Lao Nie, and definitely not sex,” Lan Qiren qualified. “Your birthday is coming up, and I’m having difficulty thinking of an appropriate present.”

“My – birthday?” Wen Ruohan asked, and then started smiling in amusement. “You can just get me whatever gift your sect has picked out for the event. I’m certain someone has already selected something –”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lan Qiren said. “You’re my – lover by proxy, I suppose, or at least something resembling a friend.”

To the extent one could befriend an especially large, especially poisonous serpent, anyway. Despite this, Lan Qiren liked to think he wasn’t doing too bad a job at it.

“The least I can do is get you something you actually enjoy,” he added, scowling. “Unfortunately, despite all of our years of acquaintance, I honestly have no idea what that might be. I’m aware of your general penchant for torture, so I had initially considered a text on anatomy, but in all honesty supporting torture even by proxy makes me queasy so I had to discard that idea –”

“A text on anatomy,” Wen Ruohan interrupted, blinking in that strange way he had when he was surprised by something. Usually Lan Qiren, actually, although Lao Nie sometimes managed it, too. “You were thinking of getting me something on anatomy so that I could – torture people better?”

“It does seem to be one of the few things you like to do,” Lan Qiren pointed out. “And it’s not as if I have any treatises on clever machines one can use to extract entrails or something.”

“I’m delighted you even considered it,” Wen Ruohan said. He seemed to be fighting a laugh.

“Perhaps some medicine?” Lqn Qiren mused.

“I’m fairly sure my sect’s pharmacists are better than yours. I get all sorts of herbs to aid in cultivation from sects all over –”

“Not in aid of cultivation; I’m hardly going to gift you with your hundredth strand of ancient ginseng, am I? I meant for your anemia.”

“My – what?”

“You have a strange fixation on blood in all forms, whether the shedding in battle or merely at dinner. It occurred to me that you might be minorly anemic.”

Wen Ruohan covered his mouth with his sleeve. His shoulders were shaking.

“Listen, your only hobbies are sadism, blood, and power, and there’s nothing I can do for you on any of those scores,” Lan Qiren said, scowling. “You have to have some sort of thing that you can do –”

“I paint.”

Lan Qiren blinked. “You paint? Recreationally? Really?”

Wen Ruohan shrugged. “I used to, at any rate. It’s been – rather a while.”

For someone like Wen Ruohan, that ‘while’ might very well be as long as Lan Qiren’s life.

“I used to be rather good at it,” Wen Ruohan said thoughtfully. “Or at least I thought I was.”

“Have I seen any of your work?” Lan Qiren asked, and Wen Ruohan blinked at him. “You have art all over the Nightless City. Is any of it yours?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” Privately, Lan Qiren thought that it was because personal paintings did not demonstrate the extent of Wen Ruohan’s power over others, and were thereby less satisfying, but Wen Ruohan had shifted over to looking contemplative and even nostalgic.

“You know,” Wen Ruohan murmured. “I’m really not sure.”

“Well, I can certainly get you paints,” Lan Qiren said. “And Lao Nie and I can drag you to some secluded location with a good view to allow you some time to indulge in it; I think that sounds like an excellent gift. Thank you for the idea.”

“…think nothing of it.”

-

“I will rip him limb from limb,” Wen Ruohan hissed. “I will tear out his stomach and feed it to him.”

“You’re overreacting,” Lan Qiren said.

“I am not,” Wen Ruohan said, like a liar. “He nearly killed you!”

Lan Qiren turned his gaze to Lao Nie, who was usually fairly good at keeping Wen Ruohan back, but his old friend had his arms crossed over his chest and a thunderous scowl fixed firmly on his face.

Apparently, he agreed with Wen Ruohan.

“It wasn’t an attack meant to kill,” Lan Qiren tried to explain. “It was only meant to paralyze –”

“Oh, so severing your spine is no big deal then?”

“You have at least a dozen tools that are designed to do just that in your basement,” Lan Qiren reminded Wen Ruohan.

“I don’t use them anymore,” Wen Ruohan growled. “You’ve taken all the fun out of it, the two of you. If I want to hurt someone, Lao Nie is more fun; if I want a challenge, Teacher Lan is always available to be at my throat; if I want to exert power, I need only remind any sect leader in the cultivation world of our relationship and they will have no choice but to submit unhappily to reality. It’s hardly worth wasting my time on some random prisoners. Now don’t try to distract me – you can’t honestly say that you want to live the rest of your life without your legs!”

“Obviously not, though one might argue that my mobility is already limited enough that adding a wheelchair would not make that much of a difference. I’m just pointing out –”

“When he’s fully healed, we’re taking him on vacation,” Lao Nie said to Wen Ruohan, who nodded furiously. “A long one. The Lan sect can cope.”

“How did we get on the subject of vacation?” Lan Qiren asked, starting to wonder if it was him or them that had lost the thread of their conversation. “I merely wished to say that your reaction is overblown. The threat has passed, and I remain alive and intact –”

“Except for the gaping hole in your back.”

“It’s been bandaged and stitched up. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, yes, you will be,” Wen Ruohan said, and finally sat down again, putting his hand on Lan Qiren’s hip to start transferring spiritual energy over. He had a truly obscene amount of qi – something Lan Qiren supposed he had to be grateful for, as it had been that, in conjunction with Lao Nie’s extraordinary fighting skills, that had saved his life. “I will make sure you’re fine. By force if necessary.”

“He was just upset –”

“Stop making excuses for him,” Lao Nie said. His voice was low and tight and angry and tired. “You’ve been apologizing for your brother since the first day I met you, Qiren. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“You were his friend once, too,” Lan Qiren reminded him.

“I was,” Lao Nie said. “There was something worth being friends with there, once. You’ve paid dearly for every mistake he’s ever made – but not this. Not this.”

“There is a boundary to filial piety,” Wen Ruohan agreed. “And in the end, he is only your elder brother. He is not entitled to your life.”

“He didn’t want my life,” Lan Qiren said. “He wanted me to suffer as he suffers. He’s not well.”

Insane, in fact. That would be the word for it.

Mad, raging, ravening – if Lan Qiren could blame a qi deviation, of the sort that tended to end Lao Nie’s family line when their meridians weren’t being constantly tended to by the most powerful cultivator alive with an obsession for keeping his lover alive, he would. That might yet be found to be the cause; he didn’t know, he wasn’t involved in the investigation.

It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to be involved, whether as the direct victim or the closest living family of the perpetrator.

Lan Qiren…didn’t know what to do with any of that.

He didn’t recognize his brother in the madman that tried to kill him simply for being happy, for being reputed to have taken on lovers. He didn’t recognize even the faintest shell of him.

“Maybe we should take him on that vacation now,” Lao Nie said to Wen Ruohan, who looked thoughtful. “Hanhan, do you still have that – that ridiculous carriage, the big wide one, the one designed to avoid any bumps…?”

“You’re not taking me away from the Cloud Recesses before the trial,” Lan Qiren said, though he wasn’t actually sure if there would even be a trial. It seemed like the sort of thing that his sect would prefer to cover up, though it might be difficult to do so with two other sect leaders aware of what had happened and angry about it. “I’m sect leader, remember?”

“Acting sect leader,” Wen Ruohan said, and for once the reminder wasn’t meant to be poisonous. “Leave the matter to your sect elders.” He paused. “Or to me, I could handle it.”

“You could commit a murder, you mean.”

“A justified murder.”

“No, Ruohan-xiong.”

“How do you put up with this?” Wen Ruohan complained to Lao Nie, who unbent just long enough to look amused. “This stubbornness.”

“Oh, come off it,” Lao Nie said. “You love it.”

“I admit to nothing.”

“You stopped trying to conquer the world for us, I don’t need you to say that you love us,” Lao Nie said. “You can give up on this murder for us, too. Now shift over, I’m taking the inside of the bed.”

“What? No! We’re not sharing a bed,” Lan Qiren said. “You’re both far too elbow-y.”

“That’s too bad for you,” Wen Ruohan said, curling up behind him, even as Lao Nie firmly planted himself in front of him, both of them careful to avoid the wound on Lan Qiren’s side and back. “This is an excellent position for dual cultivation –”

“Ruohan-xiong!”

“Non-sexual dual cultivation, Qiren, stop whining. You’re going to live a good long life whether you like it or not.”

“That’s not how that works,” Lan Qiren complained, but he knew he was already yielding.

“Yes, it is,” Wen Ruohan said in his ear. “I’ll make it be the way it works. You’ll see…”

#mdzs #lan qiren #sect leader nie #wen ruohan #my fic #my fics #tedious joys #it took me so long to write a version of WRH who wasn't awful that this grew a plot #i mean #he's still awful #just - less awful?

[liyuesbian]

✧ pygmalion!au [ningguang]

notes: btw idk how commissions from museums work i just made the process up LMAO and this one's kinda angsty? i mean, it is the pygmalion greek myth so iykyk. also, i describe this figurine of ningguang here but w/o the colour... i've linked it in case any1 needs the reference. (btw, this is not set in ancient greece specifically)

only yesterday had you been commissioned by an art gallery in the capital to create a piece for their up-and-coming collection titled desire, love and identity. yet here you are, slaving away to make the perfect image you had in your head come into fruition. your vision is exquisite once sketched on paper—you can't find any faults in it so you take the risk.

as soon as your chisel meets the marble, a feeling so invigorating dominates your body. no further references are necessary as you place your trust entirely on your hands, coarse from the labour. you find such mindless toil addicting and you work day and night, only stopping for a half-baked meal and the odd collapse into bed.

for months, love streams out of the tips of your fingers and through your sculpting tools to arrive at the stone figure. you sincerely hope the intimate emotion has been reached.

when you finish, you wipe the bead of sweat running down your forehead, rest the other palm on your hip and take slow steps backwards all while maintaining eye contact with the statue. a wave of sweet relief hits you and you fall to the floor, uncontrollably sobbing into tired hands that still grip the hammer and chisel.

it's beautiful.

you stagger, struggling to get up with your bruised knees while clumsily wiping the tears off your stained cheeks. setting the instruments aside, you lift your head to admire your handiwork up close. a woman made of stone sits elegantly atop an oriental chair, crossing her smooth, white legs over each other. her left elbow is propped on the arm of the chair while on the other side, a long smoking pipe is balanced between gloved fingers. around her lies an assortment of objects: a vase containing scrolls, a floor lamp, and a charmingly decorated folding screen.

you see, you had already thought it all out. you'd imagined ningguang's preferences for a life of luxury, her affinity for constructing and sprucing up interiors. she would be a master of the trades and a woman who likes to keep an air of mystery around her. and like how you increasingly project her to be more of a person than she ever will be, there is a creeping concern in the corner of your mind that you will lose your rationality just as quickly.

the sculpture's body is clad in a qipao with a slit that reveals alabaster skin below the waist. the dress—embellished with patterns and neat linings—hugs her figure and shows off a lean build. the extensive train and sleeves of the fabric are shaped curvaceously to mirror the flow of a waterfall. and her face. the section you strived so hard to refine. she stares at you with an imperious expression and a hint of a smirk. her gaze, so piercing, makes you avert your eyes in shyness but you find yourself gravitating back to her profile.

you muster up the courage to draw closer to your creation and unconsciously stroke her cheek with your thumb, captivated. if she were an empress, you'd be a common peasant—undeserving of setting your sights on such a goddess. you can feel your soul being sucked into eyes devoid of emotion—of anything, actually. after all, the woman sitting before you is not a person but an inanimate object.

the weeks following the completion of ningguang—which is the name you've picked up the habit of calling her—are spent in said lady's company. every minute of every day, you surround yourself with her presence as if she is your closest friend. you eat with her, tell her your troubles, even going so far as to decorate her with various types of jewellery and bringing her gifts you think she'd like.

"thank you," you whisper. "for always listening to me." in truth, you're always so immersed in your work that you forgot what conversations could feel like. though, you fear your art would never be on par with something so transcendent ever again.

you become curious, wondering what she would be like if the nymph in front of you were not just a figment of your imagination.

you perch yourself on top of ningguang's stone-cold lap and trace the contours of her visage. you inspect each crease on her lips and the minuscule crinkles in her eyes, applauding yourself for the well-crafted details. you don't know what possesses you but you close your eyes and press your lips against hers, hoping that once you open them, a living being would erupt from underneath the marble. but, of course, as soon as the light hits your retinas, ningguang is as unmoving as ever.

realising what you've just done, you drop off of her thighs and laugh anxiously. however, you could've sworn that you had felt warmth in the lips of your beloved muse.

"i've finally gone mad!" you cry aloud.

hell, you say to yourself, is it even possible to fall in love with such an... an artefact? you dismiss your glaringly obvious infatuation.

"nonsense," you mutter under your breath, sensing your heart breaking slightly. how can something so painfully humanlike also not be human at the same time? you must've caused a tremendous atrocity in your past life to have made the gods harbour a grudge against you. of all things, you'd never have guessed that a lifeless piece of art would be the object of your desire.

you can't bear to look at the handcrafted lady any longer and with an anguished face, cover her with a large cotton cloth. the plan was to wait until you could hand the statue over to the curators and try to ignore its existence until then.

for a few days, you act according to the plan, going about your daily routine but eventually, your stoic demeanour crumbles. you lock yourself in your room refusing to eat or believe that your affection would never be returned.

during the hours of sunlight, you weep under your sheets, drowning in self-inflicted sorrow. and at night, you do the same, lamenting over the loss of what could've been your true love. she would've been so perfect in your eyes, your other half, and the only one who could calm this growing turmoil!

the reality pains you. hence, you do the only thing you can do: you pray. you pray to the gods for a miracle, that the light of your life would stride into your room and pull you from the depths of despair... but she never does.

your last day "cohabitating" with the sculpture has arrived and for the first time in—what felt like—an eternity, you open the doors to your workshop. taking a deep breath, you unveil the stationary maiden.

it's still as beautiful as you remember.

you give it a sad smile, wanting to get its departure over and done with. you manoeuvre about the room to prepare the things for the movers who're due to come in a couple of hours. while you go down your little list of errands to be done, you cough and bat away the smoke—wait, the smoke? frantic, you spin around, eyes darting everywhere in search of its origin until they land on the smoking pipe you so intricately moulded for the commissioned piece.

it's strange, you don't recall colouring the statue. and how on earth is smoke coming out of the pipe? suspicious, you approach the motionless entity and almost stumble when you spot its chest rising.

oh lord! — i really must be descending into madness! you clutch your head, clawing at your hair in hysteria.

"stop, please don't hurt yourself." the sound of a low, worried voice penetrates your ears. you shut your eyes tight.

"no, the gods have cursed me! i mustn't listen to your poisonous words!" you exclaim. your state of agitation is alleviated when the woman caresses your tensed arm.

"what has happened to you? i haven't seen you lately either." the tone is more soft and more tender than you had imagined. you release your grip.

"is it really you, ningguang?" your voice cracks at the end, and the woman you sought after witnesses your features twist into an expression of longing and hope.

"yes, my darling. i dare not go anywhere else."

helplessly, you rush to cup her face to check for heat, for the blood traversing under her skin—anything that would prove that your sweetheart is truly alive and breathing. and when you do get the confirmation, you beam, trying to withhold tears born from elation.

you bend down to kiss ningguang, who is still seated on the chair, once, twice, and three times to rid your scepticism. oh, deities! she's real.

"i love you," you declare.

"i know." you watch as the same creases you'd etched on the corners of her eyes spread into a loving half-moon shape and you kiss her again.

you reach a conclusion: you couldn't give away your lover—let alone a live person—to be displayed as part of a museum exhibition so when the workers arrive, you hide your muse away in another room. you apologise profusely and spin a lie, rambling on about how you had nothing to relinquish for the piece you had prepared had been oh-so-viciously stolen by a mob of trespassers!

the movers share with you their sympathies and ask what the work of art looks like and maybe they could sort something out with the authorities. nodding, you recount—so ardently—the details of your divine maiden. you feel heat rush to your face, chuckling when you realise that you'd run your mouth for too long.

in response to this, the two labourers exchange dubious looks as they peer at the static sculpture standing in the middle of the studio—its appearance unmistakably matching your elaborate description.

#ningguang #ningguang au #ningguang angst #ningguang x reader #ningguang headcanons #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin headcanons #genshin au #pygmalion au #ningguang imagines #genshin imagines