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profound-imagination · 2 years

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Dear Azriel - Part 2

A/N - So many of you asked for this and it makes me so happy! I hope you enjoy!!

T/W - talks of injury and blood.

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Dear Azriel,

Feyre and Rhys were right to send me away. I don't belong in that world, I don't belong in your world.

I wish it could be different, with all my heart. I wish I could show you the love you deserve and hold your beautiful hands as you let go of the past but I can't, I can't be that person for you, it would be selfish of me. You're over 500 years old and I won't even see 100. I'd get an entire lifetime with you, but you wouldn't get one with me.

Life can be so cruel sometimes but you know that more than anyone. Forgive your brother, forgive Feyre, they did what they did to protect us both.

You will have my heart until it beats it's last beat, please know that.

Y/N.

You flinched as Azriel read your words back to you, you hadn't written them with the intention of being cruel or hurting the Shadowsinger in front of you but his tone, the look in his mesmerising eyes had told you that you had done just that.

"What the hell is this?" He asked again "You don't belong in my world? Of course you do!" He stalked further into your living room and sat as best he could on the human sized sofa and put his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees.

You knelt in front of him "You know they're right Az, deep down you know it, you need to talk to them again, Rhys is your brother" he said nothing "I never meant to hurt you, but Cassian said-" his head shot up "Cassian's an idiot" you couldn't hold back the small laugh that came out of you "Well, yes, but he was right, my lifespan would go by in the blink of an eye to you, I'd grow old on my own, how could I do that to you? I see you, Azriel, I see you watch your brother's with their mates and I can see how badly you want that, the bond that comes with it, I can't give that to you"

He was tense, more so than you had ever seen him. "You want to know how I know you belong in my world?" He finally spoke and you nodded dumbly "Because from the moment I met you, I started rebuilding it around you." All of the air in your lungs left at once as the weight of his confession washed over you "I was ready to cover the world in shadows when I couldn't find you after the war and when I did, the state you were in" he cut himself of, the pain of the memory flashing in his eyes.

"But Elain-" he cut you off "Elain realised what I felt before I did, Elain has been trying to help me gain the courage to tell you, Elain saw us on Starfall and I couldn't lie to her about it, she's a seer, Elain seems to be the only person who supports my feelings for you" he ran a hand through his hair and you wanted to reach out and feel the strands, you wanted to find out if they were as soft as they looked.

You wanted him so badly, the life you'd envisioned while almost dying on that battlefield but you knew the hurt it would cause him in the long run. Scrambling to find words that weren't coming, you just gazed at him and took his hands in your own. The two of you sat there for what felt like an age, just looking at each other. "Have you forgiven them? Feyre and Rhys" he asked "No" you breathed out "But I understand why they did it."

"I'm very glad you understand Y/N, it seems my brother is having trouble with that." Rhys. He must've winnowed in. Azriel stiffened, his hands tightening their grip on your own. "Azriel, I told you not to come here" he spoke to his brother who in turn said nothing "Come on Az, say something, get angry, fight me, anything but this childish silence" you knew what the High Lord was doing, knew he was trying to get any reaction out of Azriel that he could, it wasn't good for anyone when Azriel was this tense and angry and if meant letting the Spymaster beat the shit out of him then Rhysand would do that, as long as he stopped brooding. Rhys spoke again "Wow, I haven't seen you this ice cold since Cassian slept with Mor" you winced, that was a low blow but Azriel finally spoke voice like death "Not here, this is her home" Rhys nodded "Tell me a time and a place brother" and whatever was decided was done so between the two of them in their minds as they were gone before you could even ask.

You stayed up all night waiting for Azriel to come back, or for Rhys to show up and tell you that you'd never see him again, that he'd pulled rank and forbade it but neither happened. You spent the following days watching out the window having dragged your chair over so you had a clear vision for when he came back. He didn't.

You'd started to lose hope when Cassian had shown up for his monthly check in, he hadn't even made it to the door when you came flying out of it, towards him "What happened? Did they kill each other" Cassian let out a rich laugh "No little human, they didn't, Rhys continued to bait Az until he snapped, it was hours before they stopped fighting both bruised and bloody but fine" you cringed. Cassian's eyes softened as he looked down at you "He's fine Y/N, as fine as he can be" you nodded.

"Is he forbidden from coming back here?" Cassian shook his head "Not forbidden but it has been made clear to him that there will be repercussions if he does" tears welled in your eyes as you threw yourself at Cassian "I miss him" you sobbed into his shoulder "I wish I wasn't human, I wish I was like you, I wish I could give him everything, Cass" his large hand stroking the back of your hair "I know that and so does he, but Az, he loves so deeply that he would let it consume him until your life was done and then he'd let it destroy him, he wouldn't come back from it Y/N, it would end him as well" you knew that.

"Do you think I'll ever see him again?" You asked Cassian over tea, you couldn't help but laugh at the giant Illyrian perched as best he could on one of your kitchen chairs, tiny little human sized teacup in between his fingers. "Yes, I think he'll fight it for a while but I don't think he'll be able to stay away" he took a sip of his tea "Have you actually left the house since I bought you here?" You shook your head "No" he rolled his eyes "Maybe try? Stop moping around here" you nodded "I could go and visit Lucien, Vassa and Jurian?" You suggested, Cassian simply nodded at you in agreement.

If you could curse Cassian you would've, the manor that Lucien and his friends resided in was not as close as he'd lead you to believe and it was getting dark. The forest you were traipsing through did nothing to help the quickly fading sunlight and the creature that resided here had started to wake up and come to life, you tensed as you heard a howl in the distance and several howls in response. Just as you were debating on whether it would be quicker to carry on or turn around and go home you caught several pairs of eyes shining through the trees and bushes, you were in deep trouble and you knew it as the wolves that had been watching you for you weren't sure how long started prowling towards you.

Did you freeze or did you run? That is all that was running through your mind for the few seconds you'd given yourself to consider your options, you couldn't out run them. Help me. You thought desperately Azriel, help me, help me, help me. You knew he couldn't, knew that he would have no idea where you were or what you were doing. Panic started to settle in your veins as you turned and ran, not daring to look back, the sound of snapping jaws was enough to keep you moving.

You felt like you'd had an entire building dropped on you as you were ripped from your feet, trapped under a wolf, paws on your shoulders, teeth snapping in your face. Pain erupted through you as claws sunk into your shoulders and you couldn't hold in the scream that came out of your throat or the tears that tumbled out of your eyes. It's breath was rancid and you wanted to vomit. Praying to any gods that would listen to spare you, swearing you'd never leave your cottage again.

More pain swept through you as the wolf was thrown from you, it's claws dragging along your arm and chest as it was thrown to your left. Looking to your right you saw a flash of auburn hair. Lucien. As he moved swiftly, scaring off the rest of the pack who must've figured he was the bigger threat. As gently as he could he gathered you in his arms and ran towards your home. "Shit, that's a lot of blood" he mumbled to himself more than you, numb from the pain you said nothing.

By the time he had gotten you back to your home, you were barely holding onto consciousness as you heard Lucien converse with someone, quickly and quietly but you knew, from the moment the other person had touched you who was there. Azriel. You would've known the feel of his hands anywhere and the cool, calming sensations of the shadows that obeyed him. You were in his arms now, head between his shoulder and jaw as darkness wrapped around you both, he was winnowing, you realised just before you passed out.

You awoke in an unfamiliar room, the bed was huge and cosy and the you felt the pain, you winced as you had tried to sit up "Here, let me help you" a kind and gentle voice spoke from the doorway, one you didn't recognise. You took in the older woman as she came into your line of sight, she was beautiful and have you a warm smile as she gently helped you sit up, piling pillows behind you to keep you as comfortable as possible, you stared into her eyes, eyes you would've known anywhere as she spoke again "So, you're the human girl that my son refuses to let go of" her tone was teasing but it has a protective edge to it, she was his mother, Azriel's mother. He'd bought you here, to her estate that he'd bought her.

You'd spent the afternoon talking with her, you had been here for three days, Azriel would be back this evening having been summoned by Rhysand and that she had ordered him out the door as he was insistent on staying by your side. She was sweet and kind and you could see how much she adored her son, your heart cracked at the thought of them being separated how they were. By the time Azriel had returned she was sitting on your bed with you, sharing stories like old friends and drinking tea. You caught Azriel smiling gently at the two of you, leaning against the doorframe, you beamed at him, his mother in turn beamed at you and excused herself stating that she was going to make dinner for the three of you.

Azriel took her place beside you, careful not to knock you with his wing as he spoke "I think she likes you" you smiled back at him "I like her, although, shredded to bits and covered in three days worth of sleep is not how I'd planned to meet her" his eyes were shining as he said "You'd thought about that?" Heat crept up to your cheeks as you said "I think about a lot of things" he smiled again and you decided then that you would give all you had for him to always have that smile on his face "How's the pain?" He said, eyes glancing at the banges that were across your shoulder and chest. More heat crawled up your neck to your cheeks as you realised that the bandages were all that was covering your top half. "It's okay, I'd like a bath before dinner though" without a word he stood and walked across the room to the adjoining one where he disappeared from view, you heard the sound of running water and moments later he was back next to you, scooping you in his arms and heading towards the running bath.

He placed you standing on the cold floor by the sunken tub and told you to strip off the clothing you had on which was only a loose pair of sleep pants. Your eyes widened at his request but his stare told you not to question it as he turned to give you privacy to do so, you tried, you really did try to get them off by yourself but you couldn't do it with your bandages and you sighed "I can't do it by myself" you admitted sheepishly, you watched his wings twitch every so slightly along with the muscles in his back as he turned back to face you, a small smirk on his face. He walked over to you and took his place behind you so your back would've been pressed against his chest if you were brave enough to take one step backwards.

His hands swept over your hips once and then his fingers curled round the waistband of your sleep pants and the lacy underwear you had on underneath and you gasped ever so quietly as he pulled them down your legs in one swift motion, tapping your thigh to tell you to step out of them. Heat flooded you this time and you prayed he couldn't tell how much that had aroused you. His leathers joined your clothes on the floor as you tensed, knowing he was stood behind you in nothing. You didn't dare look at him.

"What are you doing?" Voice not as strong as you wanted it to be, he didn't answer, instead he stepped in the bath and sat down, you looked at him now, his chest, his tattoos, little scars covered him like a dot to dot and you swore to yourself you would count them all one day. "Are you going to join me or are you just going to stare" he teased as more heat flooded through you. Done for, you were absolutely done for. You knew he wouldn't have you there in the bath, not yet, not while you were hurt but the sight of him and the domesticity of it nearly killed you, stepping into the tub you were rather pleased with your new found bravery and you took a seat opposite him, he shook his head and took you by the wrist gently and pulled you so you were sat in between his legs. "We need to clean your wounds" he told you gently as you felt his fingers ghost up your back and the bandages around your chest and shoulders started to loosen.

#azriel x reader #azriel #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #acowar #acosf #acomaf #acotar #acofas

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nostalgiachan · 2 months

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Night Hunters

A server I'm on has decided to do a slightly modified version of Baldur's Challenge for the month, and I figure it wouldn't kill me to share my stories (since those take me infinitely less time to do than art).

First Prompt: What are Tav's parents like?

CW: child abuse

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Every so often, Null would think of her firstborn daughter, and her mood would be soured for the rest of the day.

Seven years of her life, she wasted on trying to teach that brat alchemy - a paltry amount when considering the natural lifespan of the Drow, but Null valued her time more than most. She’d been positively patient with the little idiot, showing her in truly excruciating detail how to measure, to grind, to boil, to bottle. But no matter how much she drilled, how much she disciplined, the knowledge never took. In Null’s eyes, if she couldn’t pick up even the basics of potioncraft after that many years, then the only worth Vier would ever have to her was as fertilizer for fungi.

Even so many decades later, Null still kicked herself for not doing the deed with her own two hands. The idea she’d had for getting rid of her daughter had been sound, of that, she was certain. There was a grotto just outside of the city of Aleanduis which was home to both a healthy ecology of various fungi, and a particularly vicious pack of night hunters. She’d send the child out to the grotto, ostensibly to collect ingredients, the horrid deep bats would see easy prey and descend upon her, and she’d quickly be rendered nothing more than bones and guano. No more Vier, the fungi get fed, everyone wins.

But how was Null to know that the little goblin had been breaking into her library when she was away and reading about necrotic magic? And even if she knew, she certainly wouldn’t have thought the girl capable of actually harnessing those energies and fighting back against the night hunters. So when she found the girl mangled but alive, surrounded by moldered bat corpses, was she wrong to have been a touch impressed?

Yes, as it turned out, she was, because that little spark of promise Vier showed led to Null making the boneheaded mistake of trying to send the girl off to the Aleanduis Clerical Academy. She’d nearly driven their household to financial ruin trying to scrounge up the tuition money, but, she reminded herself, this would be an investment. Vier would go off for a decade or two and hopefully be molded into a fine cleric who would then hopefully be scouted by a noble house, and hopefully, she would remember the mother who put her there and bring her into the fold. After all, even if she gained some ability with potioncraft, she’d still need someone reliable from whom to source her ingredients, and Null the Alchemist was nothing if not reliable.

In retrospect, she felt she should’ve known her investment would never pay dividends. Twenty years passed, and Null didn’t hear word one from Vier. Had she graduated and failed to tell her? Joined a noble house and left her mother behind like an absolute ingrate? Was she dead in a ditch somewhere? As twenty years became thirty, became forty, became nearly a century, she never learned the answer.

But Null didn’t wait for Vier to magically reappear on her doorstep. Instead, she did as most Drow do when a child meets a mysterious fate: she dragged her husband, Verlein, off to the marriage bed to replace her. If the next child proved as worthless as Vier had, then both it and Verlein would find themselves thrown in the nearest hook horror den, and she’d go on the hunt for a man of better breeding.

Fortunately for her - and for Verlein, she supposed - her next few children actually took to their lessons well, and were more than capable of helping their little potion shop grow, if not quite flourish, over the years. Not the grand explosion of notoriety she’d hoped for, but one night, as she closed up shop, she swore she could feel something monumental just around the corner. Surely, opportunity would come knocking soon.

The universe, it seemed, had a sense of dramatic timing, for at that moment, she heard a knock on the shop’s door. Null’s momentary reverie was broken, and her response was immediate and enthusiastic.

“We’re closed!” she shouted. “Fuck off!”

From the other side came a slightly muffled voice, distinctly male. “Please, we have an urgent message for someone named Null! Please allow us entry!” A message? Who would be sending a messenger at this late hour? A grumble and a heavy sigh escaped Null’s lips as she unlatched the front door to receive her unwelcome visitor. “Fine, come in, but make it quick,” she spat without thinking, though as soon as her eyes fell upon her visitors, she almost wished she hadn’t.

On the other side stood what appeared to be a man clad in full piwafwi, face covering and all, rather tall and broad for a Drow. Behind him stood a handful of similarly-clad figures, each with faces obscured, each taller than average. As Null peered beneath the hood to see the man’s eyes, she was immediately taken aback; the man’s eyes were red, as expected, but his skin was far too pale to be a Drow. A human? But the only humans in Aleanduis were slaves, and no one would be perverse and foolish enough to dress their slaves in traditional armor. And humans didn’t typically have red eyes, as far as she knew.

The man boldly strode past the threshold, lowering his cowl as he did so, and the severity of Null’s mistake immediately became apparent. As the red-eyed human opened his mouth to speak once more, he revealed a set of dangerously sharp fangs.

A vampire. And she’d freely let him and his cohort in.

The last words that Null heard before those teeth tore into her throat were: “Vier Alurlssrin sends her regards.”

#my writing #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #drow #vampire #baldur's gate 3 tav #drow tav #vier alurlssrin

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bonpocalypse · 10 months

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Hello, Azurith. @phoenixfyrelight

I’m sick and tired of your bullshit and so I’m going off block for now. Block me all you like afterwards, I don’t care. I’m blocking you again afterwards anyways. You want to play the victim, hm? Want to claim you’re the one being harassed and attacked? Let’s review some situations, then.

The fandub server incident.

My mod team and I on our server trusted you enough to become a mod on there. Why? To help out YOUR server, which you said is because we “took all your members and left everything quiet” over in yours. Let’s count the amount of members we had from your server before you deleted your Discord Server. Me, my two co-owners, and my best friend. That is four people in total out of what was almost 40 at the time. You made my friend and your supposed “best friend” and I feel guilty because your server is dying out. Do you want to know the average lifespan of a fan server, Azurith? Less than a year. All servers die eventually and blaming a 17 year old and your best friend is not a way to feel better.

Our server is not a server to “spite” you, we wanted to make a fandub. A FANDUB. Do you know why? Not to kill your server, but because we are passionate in our voice acting hobby. We allowed you on the team because we believed it would repair our relationship with you and bring activity to your server. You allowed me as a mod on *your* server because we had mutual trust at that time.

So let’s skip to the time you become a mod on our server. First day in and we get the ever-present “Trey is abusive” speech. You tell one of my server members they’re untrustworthy because they like Trey and won’t listen to anyone else’s side because you think your reading comprehension is so superior to high-schoolers. I get my friend in to diffuse the situation because apparently you are unable to read the room and notice tensions were high. My mod team was getting angry, my co-owners were offline, and I needed to go take my English final.

My friend never told you to shut up specifically. She told everyone to shut the conversation down and tried to change the subject to a lighthearted one. It was great, everyone moved on and talked about different conversations, except you. You felt personally attacked by my friend shutting the conversation down with OWNER APPROVAL and ran to your “best friend” to BAN THEM. They didn’t scream at you, they didn’t harass you, they didn’t even participate in the original conversation. That is not a bannable offense, Azurith.

After I finished my finals for the day and you reveled in your superiority that everyone was on your side, I was bothered by how the situation was handled (the member got a warning that was quickly appealed because NO ONE was aware of the warning but you and my co-owner) and made the announcement in my mod chat on improvements to our mod team. I typed out a long paragraph explaining how we should handle similar situations in the future and explained how maybe you should apologize to my friend as they did to you. Oh yes, I can’t forget that you demanded a PUBLIC apology from them for something they did not do and then refused to do the same. You weren’t justified an apology and they deserved one from you.

Back to the topic: I typed out my long paragraph for everyone to view regarding mod procedures and time-sensitive warnings and you did not even read most of it. All you saw was “I believe Az should apologize to (server member) as she did her.” And threw a hissy fit. Without sending screenshots to protect the rest of my mod team, let me type out what you have said in that situation.

“I am not apologizing to (server member), I do not feel like I was out of line to be upset about how they handled it, I will apologize for not making it clear I was speaking as just Azurith and not a mod.”

-That last part is a blatant lie. Why would you run to my co-owner (who by the way was asleep at the time you bombarded them with messages), begging them to ban my server member if you were speaking as “just Azurith?”

“If you actually feel what we were discussing before Lee showed up was heated, I greatly disagree and perhaps I should leave.”

-This approach to disagreements is why so many people were frustrated at how you act. It’s an approach of “if you don’t think I’m right then I’m perhaps the bad guy here and you don’t want me around”. It’s guiltrippy.

“They showed up and shouted about what we were discussing and we’re wrong *before* you gave them permission to change subjects and honestly they should have just been told to mute chat”

-Yes, the server member said “All y’all wrong”, but can you not tell it was in a joking matter? That they were very clearly trying to change the conversation? You don’t know when I told them to change the subject, Azurith. As soon as you mentioned to one of my other members that they are untrustworthy because they like Trey I told them to step in. If you read through the conversation instead of going on your usual anti-Trey sentiment, you would have seen that I *did* tell them to mute chat.

“But saying the conversation before was heated is laughable it means no discussions where people disagree about ships and characters can take place”

-…what in the fuck did this have to do with anything? My server is one of the most calm and discussion-oriented servers I’ve ever been in and in fact because of the new rule implemented because of your actions, our discussions of characters and ships we do not like have been without incident and no one leaves with harsh feelings. I don’t understand how my mod team telling you that a conversation was heated equates to the recommend of your right to shit on Trey Clover.

“You were in it Bon, it was not tense. Or heated and 90% of the time of what *I* said was questions I was asked into straight from the game. If this is the right way you think to handle the situation then I’m sorry. But I wholly disagree. People with differing opinions should not be silenced. I’ve hit my tongue a lot when things I disagree with are mentioned”

-No you don’t. Multiple incidents on your server have proven that if someone has a headcanon you disagree with you will outright say that it is not possible. You’ll take facts straight from the game instead of acknowledging that hey, some people just want to have headcanons that aren’t canon-compliant. You were never silenced, you could have easily brought the conversation back up in a manner that was appropriate and not bashing on one singular character— which by the way MULTIPLE people in that server have as their favorite character. Do you think people did that on your server, bash Cater into oblivion? No, we respected your headcanons and analysis of your favorite and went on with our day. I was not a part of the fight, at least not during a majority of it. I left halfway in to take my final. Do you realize how stressful finals are when dealing with a 39 year old woman who just can’t seem to respect that some people like Trey?

“I know 90% of you are HS kids but this is nothing, and part of the reason people can’t discuss real topics is they get upset just cuz someone disagrees with them over a character”

This next bit is from the same chunk of messages, but I will add that I mentioned that I disagreed with you and will wait for the rest of my mod team to analyze the situation further.

“Well if that’s the case I will ask you to step down from my server. And I’ll depart now, please delete the dark mirror bits from your server”

-Absolutely wild that you brought age into this, Azurith. Especially knowing that my server members who are decades younger than you are much more mature. You were disagreeing with high-school students and claiming you were being silenced. My server members disagreed with your analysis of Trey and yet you pressed on, unable to comprehend that not everyone is going to fall for your “Trey is abusive” bullshit. You can disagree with people, no one ever said you couldn’t, but you and the server got into a too-heated debate and if things didn’t calm down we likely would have seen a larger argument take place. The fact that because we disagreed on one situation you took it upon yourself to leave the server and remove moderation privileges from me on yours seems entirely childish. Your apology afterwards, explaining you were “uncomfortable” with me being a mod if we were to disagree on a situation like that is ridiculous. We tried helping you grow your server and what you did on your first day as a MODERATOR in a server you claimed was “making yours inactive” is inappropriate and childish.

I am a type of person that is willing to change my mind in order to seek a middle ground but you refused to listen. Your apology was forgiven by me at the time because I believed we could potentially repair relations, but looking back at it now it’s ridiculous how you interacted with my server.

Now let’s look at another incident, hm?

Let’s look at the incident that started your server’s downfall:

The HickoryDaisy incident

I will never excuse Hickorys actions, especially pertaining to how she treated me, but this rant is not about me or my experience with Hickory. It’s about *you* and how you made your server into one full of fear.

Let me copy and paste my essay summarizing the incident I so generously shared with Child-O-Hades:

“HickoryDaisy was a member of a discord server I am in. They were one of the first people to join the server and clicked with everyone immediately. However, as the server got more active they grew more and more toxic. The server owner invited a new person onto the server one day and them and the owner became quick friends. Hickory did not like that the server owner turned their attention towards their friends and became resentful over this new person. Eventually hickory became a mod and began abusing this power how they saw fit, threatening to kick members over discord statuses and mentioning often that they could mute anyone on the server if they so pleased.

I was their beta. I read all of their Fics from August 2022 to March 2023, in it they sent me Fics dealing with sexual cannibalism, forced cannibalism, and content that should not have been sent to a minor to review. In hindsight, I should have told them my boundaries but they shouldn’t be sending sexual stories to someone they knew was a minor.

Eventually all of hickory’s comments on the server became about them either complaining about something or sharing every 100 words of their Ensemble Stars x Skullgirls x Twisted Wonderland crossover wherever chat seemed to be active. It grew to the point where they would interrupt whole conversations to share their snippets and get mad when people (especially the server owner) did not comment on every single one. The owner confronted them one day and told them that they wouldn’t comment on the crossovers because 1) they sent it while they were excitedly talking about their novel with their friend and 2) they yelled at the owner in DMs about not giving them attention on their snippets.

Hickory snapped and made their own discord and invited all of their “friends” to join that server. They invited everyone except for the server owner. They went dead silent on the owner’s server, refusing to speak to them there. The owner was concerned and reached out to them, to which they lied and said they were merely busy with their grad school homework. In hickory’s own server they sent crossover snippets and complained about the server owner. They involved many of the minors of the server into their beef with the server owner, trying to force us to take their side and victimizing themself and making the server owner seem like the bad guy. Eventually all of us left their server and stayed on the original server with the exception of Hickory, who got banned.

The banning of HickoryDaisy from the server left everyone quiet and tensions rise until we finally decided to talk things out. Word has gotten out that Hickory threatened members with bans and kicks without the owner’s consent. They’ve belittled the server owner’s friend, saying that they were not a good writer and they would never write well. They’ve made almost every active server member uncomfortable and even made some members (including myself) avoid the server at any time that they were active. They’ve brought negativity and hate into the server and permanently changed almost every member that associated themself with them.

I, the server owner, and many more have experienced panic attacks, nightmares, and horrible memories due to the actions of HickoryDaisy and while I would have said they were my friend a mere few months ago, I will no longer associate with them or their works ever again. “

After this incident you complained and turned everyone against Hickory just as we’re apparently doing to you now. Do you know why we never heard from Hickory again after you banned for for wanting to start a new server? Because they moved on and rebranded their name from the horrible experiences that they had on your server. After you banned Hickory, everyone was afraid to speak in your server. Not entirely because of what Hickory did, but how you handled the people they invited into their server.

If I recall correctly, you yelled at us under a disguise account after not being invited to the server, telling us all to “get the fuck off my server”. Nevermind you were yelling at children and your own best friend who didn’t know any better, you just can’t handle when someone makes a server other than yours. We all left Hickory because we were scared of what would happen. You didn’t kick us but I know everyone involved would tell you that how you interacted terrified us. Multiple people I talked to involved in this incident had panic attacks and are literal CHILDREN. You told us the entire situation which I wrote in my essay, and gave us a new perspective on Hickory as a whole but it still does not excuse flying into a fit of rage and yelling at people less than half your age. You *especially* know how hard of a home life some of these children have and being yelled at by an adult they trusted is traumatizing and it HURTS.

I know you apologized later on, stating you were never mad at us, but do you know how traumatizing it is to have someone you look up to fly into a fit of rage? That week was one of the worst and most stressful weeks of my life, and having you come in and cuss and scream at us did not help.

Now I can address more accounts from situations I was not/not entirely involved in.

Running People out of your Server.

You have a habit of running people out of your server, I hope you realize that. One of the people you drove out had a disagreement with you an Hickory. Over what? Trey *fucking* Clover, as per usual. This person you drove out was trying to explain their side of their disagreement, and yet you and Hickory ganged up on them. They told me that you always disagreed with them and you would never let them voice their opinion— your personal thoughts are the only ones inherently correct in that server according to you.

Speaking of incidents regarding opinions, let’s jump over to two specific ones— an experience I’m directly involved in and another experience where you destroyed a person’s passion of a comfort AU they have.

I’ll start with comfort AU: Do you remember (server member)’s Pokémon au? Yeah, that one. They were so proud of that and curated that AU to make it strictly *theirs*. You have a tendency to take control over other people’s AUs, you know that, right? They were so excited, super happy to show the server each character’s Pokémon teams! What do you do? Dismantle their carefully curated Pokémon teams and explain to them how *you* would do it. They didn’t want help, they were simply talking about a shiny new AU that they loved. I am in contact with this server member, and what you did during that conversation made them lose all passion for the project until they were able to get away from you.

Now for my own experience: I never shared my headcanons on your server except for one: my Nordic Heartslabyul headcanon. I was sharing it with the person who made me fall absolutely in love with the idea, and do you remember what you said right afterwards?

“I’m sorry but I can’t see Riddle or the other boys in Heartslabyul as being anything but British. Cater is *Irish*.”

This was not your conversation, and the person and I have a deep connection with the headcanon which you implied was “wrong”. I am not putting words in your mouth but from both of our perspectives your participation in the conversation made us feel stupid and like we shouldn’t headcanon them as such. Fun fact about headcanons: they don’t have to be canon compliant ! You should know that very well with your half-fae Cater headcanon and your ideas of how Caters mother is.

You then proceeded to try to switch our headcanon to make it more “(your) canon compliant”, telling us that Diasomnia should be Nordic instead of Heartslabyul. You do this a lot with peoples headcanons, you know. You disagree with it and then try to change our minds by backing up evidence from canon sources instead of letting us be. I get it’s your server, but you don’t need to be a part of every conversation— which is exactly what you complained about with Hickory’s attitude.

Now I can get to explaining Child-O-Hades’ claims in her Document!!!

I explained the Hickory Incident, my headcanon experience, and the Pokémon AU already.

Next point on Child-O-Hades’ document explains you being rude about other people’s opinions and about peoples headcanons gaining traction on Tumblr. Now I do not know which post you were referring to with your message “Someone’s weird ass headcanons I saw had like 500 notes the other day and I’m like… why”, but I’d like to ask you a question:

If your headcanons are to be respected, what gives you the right to call a random person’s headcanons “weird ass”?

I’d also like for you to think about another thing: What if that person was in your server and heard their (likely) favorite Twisted Wonderland author call their headcanons weird? Splash damage is real.

Hades’ next point brings up your transphobic statements. Yes, headcanons don’t necessarily have to be liked by all but in multiple incidents on the server you have repeatedly shot down people’s gender headcanons for their favorite characters. Most notable, trans Cater and she/her Vil. People enjoy projecting themselves on their favorite character—you do too, it’s a comfort mechanism. The fact that you were so openly disgusted at the idea of either of those two being headcanoned as such openly harms those in your server and everyone else who take great comfort in those specific headcanons. I cannot forget when you so rudely shot down Hickory’s gender-fluid Tweels headcanon— complaining and calling their headcanon “weird” just because of their justification for it. I don’t personally enjoy their justification either but you were outright bashing them and they weren’t even there to defend themself. Of course, I’m unable to directly quote you in this part because you deleted your server, but you had been incredibly rude about everything Hickory had done on your server. I have too, but I at least acknowledge that I have been extremely rude unlike how you are in this entire fight.

Next point on Hades’ doc: Your homophobic remarks towards sexuality headcanons.

A server member in this conversation mentioned their headcanon of “In my brain, every TWST character is Aro or Ace or AroAce in some way :p”, to which you tried yet refuting another headcanon, explaining that it weakens the diversity of the sexuality headcanon if everyone was Aro/Ace. This person you argued with has every right to include ace representation in their headcanons, especially since there is very little to begin with. It won’t do as much as say, an OC but these types of headcanons bring comfort to those whose sexualities aren’t seen on mainstream. You also proceed to explain *why* specific characters would never be AroAce, such as Cater and Vil. Again, I respect that you do not see them as such but you are outright denying someone’s headcanons to fit your own. You end your part of the conversation with “ultimately it’s up to you how you write them tho”. You explain so much to explain why this server member shouldn’t headcanon everyone as a part of the Ace spectrum and then proceed to completely undermine everything to make yourself sound better after destroying a teenager’s headcanon.

Now I am not one to say anything about your Fics because like everyone on your server, I enjoyed your fics. However, there is no denying you use dark themes in your Fics. I cant say anything about that either— I’ve written dark themes and regrettably problematic ships. What really stands out though is your screenshot regarding an idea you had with Cater being trans. You specifically state that you have toyed with the idea of Cater being trans in a way where his sisters forcibly feminize him to “fix him”. Yes, this is a real situation that unfortunately happens, but the way you were going to write Cater makes it sound like the only reason for his transness was to give him more trauma. This would not be appropriate representation of trans people if the only reason you were going to give that identity to him was to add on to more of his horrible homelife. Another screenshot talked about in Hades’ doc refers to you having Riddle’s mom become Cater’s doctor because his mother would never report her for child abuse. Again, an unfortunate thing that happens in our real world. However, you’re claiming everyone else’s headcanons to not be canon compliant but you forgot that Riddle’s mom lives in a… completely different country. In fact, she lives on an island. Riddle’s *father* is the one that is a traveling doctor, not his mother.

I will not be talking about the server member who mentions you encouraging SH. that is for them and only them to explain.

Hades’ next post regards your trend of racism. Your explanation of why changing white characters into POCs is racist shows a very closed-off mindset where you as a white person refuse to allow these teenagers a way to find themselves in their favorite characters, claiming that their way to add diversity and to find representation in their own ethnicities is another form of racism. The conversation directly involved in this also includes a form of colorism in your words. In this conversation, you explain to someone who edited Kalim’s Tsum groovy that they made Kalim “too dark”. Kalim as a character is already extremely whitewashed in canon, and the fact that this server member was attempting to give darker-skinned Arabs more representation is already a daunting feat. Again, like the sexuality and gender headcanons, changing a part of a canon character will not do much to include representation— but it’s the comfort of the people who headcanon that matters. As long as these people aren’t going out of their way to promote racist stereotypes, it is fine. Your server was supposed to promote creativity, not diminish it.

Now I was NOT involved in Hades’ 11th point, as this was likely after I left your server. It is exactly how it is described. You called someone a vampire, then said offensive things to them. I will not explain further as Hade’s goes into a deep explanation on what you did. Telling someone that it is “no big deal” that they beat CANCER is not okay.

You wanted explanations, and I have provided you with explanations. You’re not the victim, Azurith. You have hurt so many people in your server and then play the like we lied and harassed you.

This will be my only post on this situation. I hope you live the life you deserve.

#the truth about Azurith #Azurith #twisted wonderland #twst

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kxmikomrade · 1 year

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JJK Characters with a Venti!reader

Characters: Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru Genre: FLuff, Crack, Can be read as romantic or platonic (completely platonic on Gojo's) Gn!reader Pronouns: Y/P [Your Pronouns] Type: Headcanon Warnings: I think just a bit of swearing Waiter's Notes: I wanted to try out a new twist, feel free to drop by and order if you like it! ^^ Author's Notes: Back to my jjk phase, and i noticed how there werent much 'character!reader's here and i really enjoy those so i just took it into my own hands. My reqs are always open!

•Oh my Archons

•i cant with you two neither can Megumi tbh

•You're like two kids on a play date or smth

•He mostly doesnt understand your songs/poems so you're gonna have to dumb it down

•Tho he does like the sound of it

•He thinks your curse technique is the coolest thing ever like he has sparkles in his eyes every time you use it

•The way you control wind and make things fly is just so fascinating

•Please use ur anemo shit to make him fly. Bby has been dreaming of flying ever since he could eat weird solid food

•Sukuna would be so annoyed by you, and Yuji uses it to his advantage LMAO

•Though Sukuna prob knows who you are from a thousand years ago and just stays quiet about it because Yuji would definitely also use it against him

•Man, give this guy a break, he already has to deal with Gojo and the one braincell duo

•He would describe you as loud or annoying but he actually tolerates you just because you can be calming sometimes

•He likes listening to your poems or songs, helps him sleep

•You go knocking on his window at 2am in the morning to sing him a song when he cant sleep 💀

•How you know about it? no idea. You just reply with ''The wind told me''

•Yeah he definitely needs sleep

•Same thing with Inumaki, Megumi doesnt sincerely respect you because of your antics. But he does admire you for your skill

•Esp the way you hold the bow and use attacks with no unnecessary movements

•He overall just likes your company if u just keep ur damn mouth shut unless ur gonna sing

•To be quite honest with you, i think that she would think of you as a dumb potato aswell

•But she likes your beauty lets be real

•LIKE- YOU'RE SO GENDER

•SO?? WHY?? WOULDNT?? SHE?? TAKE YOU??? ON SHOPPING SPREES????

•I'd like to think that you both get along well

•ESPECIALLY IF U COMPLIMENT HER

•THEN HER FASHION SENSE

•THEN FOR THE CHERRY ON TOP, WRITE A POEM ABOUT HER

•Shes your aggressive best friend now

•Ready to kick your ass and to kick ass for you.

•Someone insults your hairstyle? No problem, theyre already hammered to the wall

•Gonna perform a song? your makeup is done, go slay it!!

•Oh my Archons part 2

•He was very amused when he found out your cursed technique could manipulate wind

•Listen listen, you're probably his favorite student with how much u side along his pranks and goofiness

•NANAMI, MEGUMI AND IJICHI ARE SO DONE WITH YALL LMFAOO

•u basically took 20 years off their lifespan

•Like during winter, Gojo could dunk cold water on poor Megumi's head and u would send wind in his way 💀💀

•Is he considering murder? yes, definitely

•Gojo isnt even worried about you because you tend to use long ranged attacks and even if it comes down to short range, you're ready to beat your opponent up and summon your badass Black hole and start shooting them with your arrows that they end up being a porcupine

•IMAGINE HOW SICK IT WOULD BE IF YOU COMBINED THE BLACK HOLE WITH GOJO'S HALLOW PURPLE

•He occasionally brings candied apples for you when he comes back from missions

•smh favoritism

•He would get SO smug when u write a song/poem about him

•He brags to everyone and anyone about it 24/7, they first thought it was cute, now its getting so annoying

•IF you're like 1000+ years old like Venti then expect this man to go *insert surprised pikachu* when he finds out

•I honestly have no idea what his reaction would be if he finds out you're a literal god 💀

(626 words)

#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk crack #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #gojo x reader #gojo x student!reader #jjk x character!reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nobara x reader #kugisaki x reader #itadori x reader

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umbry-fic · 11 months

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The Tomorrow With You

Summary: Every year, without fail, their moults arrive.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters: Colette Brunel, Lloyd Irving Relationships: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving Rating: G Word Count: 1884 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 17/06/2023

Notes: This is a XC1 AU written for Day 1 of Colloyd Week where both Lloyd and Colette are High Entians. They're called the bird people by the Nopons because of the wings on the side of their heads! No XC1 knowledge needed, here's some additional context: Homs are the equivalent of humans in this world, everyone lives on a giant titan called the Bionis and Alcamoth is the city of the High Entians located in Eryth Sea. Pure-blooded High Entians have really long wings (see: Kallian Antiqua) while some Half-Homs have shorter wings (see: Melia Antiqua). Other Half-Homs appear virtually the same as pure-blooded High Entians, and have the same lifespan: three to four centuries. It's my personal headcanon that Half-Homs with shorter wings only live half that, but I'm not sure if this was ever unconfirmed/confirmed by the game... There's a longstanding social stigma towards showing signs of Homs' ancestry (i.e. the shorter wings). High Entians with longer wings have been shown to be able to fly in the game... Once, but still! Therefore they moult, because I say so.

The title is from a track in the XC2 OST! If you know, you know.

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Humming under her breath, she reached for a new patch of year-old feathers on the bottom of Lloyd’s left wing. They were noticeably more worn out, their ends splitting apart and their colour faded from a pale white to a dull grey. Not that she was surprised at the extent of the damage, given how often his wings tended to smack into hard objects from all the shenanigans he got up to on the outskirts of Alcamoth, where the city met the azure waves of Eryth Sea.

Lloyd barely moved when she closed her hand around the bunch, pulling them all out as gently as possible, revealing the follicles beneath, from which new feathers were pushing their way out as best they could. Once a month had passed, they would be fully developed, and his wings would look a lot less naked than they did now.

Just a few days ago, when his moult had only touched the very top of his wings, he had squirmed like a fish caught in a net. She had to continually remind him to stay still, knowing just how much it hurt when feathers were pulled out while she was moving - she’d made that mistake when he’d helped her with her moult a month prior. A burning pain akin to the times she’d accidentally caught her hair in the jamb while shutting the door.

“All done!” she proclaimed, carefully dropping the feathers into the wastebasket that she’d strategically placed in front of the desk before they’d started. Regardless of how neat she had tried to be, there were still some stray feathers scattered about, stark white against the wooden floor. A sole feather was kept safe on the nightstand, tucked beneath a book - a sister to the one Lloyd had kept from her last moult. “That sure took a while.”

He let out a small huff in response, slumping forward on the desk and showing no signs of getting up.

“You’re all tired out, aren’t you?” she muttered, rising from the stool she’d been perched on, stretching. Her back was stiff from sitting for close to an hour, focussed solely on locating every old feather and making sure Lloyd was as comfortable as possible.

She smiled to herself as she found that he had dozed off, eyes shut and shoulders rising and falling peacefully. Her father would be home soon, yet she didn’t quite have the heart to wake him up and send him home. She’d just tell her father that Lloyd needed to recuperate the energy to grow out all his new feathers. It was true, after all.

His wings were so large now. When they’d met, they’d both had tiny stubs that had barely classified as wings. Now, his reached past his shoulders to the middle of his back, and they still had room to grow. They were impressive to gaze upon, and her favourite pastime was to do just that, watching their minute movements that shifted with his mood. How they would droop just slightly when he was feeling down, how they flared out when he was excited, how he shook them out to catch the breeze when they ventured out to the reefs to watch shooting stars light up the night sky, falling from the heavens towards the earth to dissipate into drops of ether. Whenever she had the opportunity to bury her fingers in his plumage and stroke against his down, she could only marvel at how soft it was, rivalling the silken sheets of her bed.

The tips of hers brushed her shoulders. They had remained that length for the past two years, and would grow no further. A permanent marker of her half-Homs blood, setting her apart from everyone else. Practically a glowing signpost that would soon brand her back with a target, beckoning ire.

She didn’t need to be a prophet to predict the future that awaited her - she had witnessed it countless times. The sneers, the derision, the refusal to reach out… They had all been directed at other half-Homs before her very eyes, and even towards her father. All from a small subset of the High Entia, yet the ones who were the most vicious, violently lashing out at others just for being different.

Already, suspicious gazes were being turned on her.

Still, even with that knowledge weighing heavy on her heart, there was one thing that wouldn’t change.

Come the next year, and the next, their moults would arrive again, like clockwork.

And she would help him with his once more, as they had promised to do for each other.

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His touch was painfully gentle against her wings. His actions couldn’t be classified as tugging - it was more like persuading her old feathers to vacate what had been their home for the past year, making way for the new. It made her shiver when he took the time to stroke their sides after a particularly difficult bunch, attempting to soothe the small bout of pain that would flare up. Treating them as something precious, to be treasured and protected, when to her, they were nothing more than a curse.

A sigh travelled through the air, shattering the awkward silence that had descended upon them, his fingers reaching down to trace the scabbed-over cut on her cheek. A souvenir of her encounter with some less than pleasant individuals in the gardens a few days ago, who’d had nothing but barbed insults to fling at her. She’d ignored it, long since used to the tiny shards that would wedge their way under her skin and tear at her - up until they’d dragged Lloyd’s name into it.

“Hey, Colette. Do you hate my wings?”

What…?

“I know it’s because of me that you have it so much worse. They don’t like that I spend so much time with you. If it wasn’t for me…”

It was the ugly truth, that the both of them knew, yet kept hidden under wraps, unwilling to face it.

“I am… Slightly jealous of them,” she admitted. They were everything hers were not. Having reached their full length a few decades ago, they stretched to his waist, covered in feathers so white that they could be blinding in the sun sometimes, powerful enough to propel him into the wide, blue sky.

“But I could never hate them.”

How could she?

They were the same wings she had cried into when she’d had to bury her father, far away from Alcamoth. Watching the casket be lowered into the earth of the Bionis, she’d wondered if it was truly right for a child to have to bury their parent, when said child could pass for a Homs that had barely reached adulthood, if not for her wings. He had embraced her from behind, his wings soft against her cheek as he’d whispered calming words into her ear, promising they could return here whenever she wanted to.

They were the same wings which she had watched grow alongside her own, which she had lovingly tended to every year without fail, so much so that she might know them better than her own. Knew which spots were sensitive to the touch, and knew where best to soothe, so much so that she could groom his wings far more proficiently than she ever could her own.

They were the same wings that had ferried them both into the skies, his arms steadily carrying her, ensuring she would never fall. They’d hovered so close to the starry heavens that, if she were to reach out a hand, she might have been able to scoop up one of the sparkling diamonds that hung in that vast black canvas. Together, they had watched the shooting stars fall, countless of them, slipping through the gaps between her fingers to flit across the peak of Alcamoth, their vantage point allowing them to witness the reflection making the waves of Eryth Sea come alive with a myriad of colours. The wind had ruffled the feathers of her own wings as his continued to flap, keeping them in the air, as she admired the way the starlight played off their snowy white.

And besides, it’s not like she could ever bring herself to hate any part of him.

“If you had to ask me whose wings I hate…” she heaved a sigh, folding her hands in her lap as she dropped her gaze to the floor. “It would be my own.”

It felt wrong to even say it aloud, like she was desecrating the memory of her father. She had never blamed him or the mother she had barely known, yet sometimes even she could not help but wish she had been like some of the other Half-Homs, born with wings that would grow to a length similar to that of a pure-blooded High Entia, with minute differences only the most skilled of gazes could discern. It was tiring, to walk out the door every day, steeling herself to face an unbreachable wall of hatred that bid her shoulders slump more with each day that passed.

“That… I can’t accept,” he whispered, his lips tenderly brushing against the peak of her wings, caring not for their off-white colour or how patchy they were now, the new feathers still young. It made her melt against him - against his steady warmth and the broad wings that draped around her, that would always do their best to protect her. “There’s not a thing I’d change about them. They’re beautiful as they are.”

The unwavering belief in his voice, and the gentle way he handled her wings, always capable of warming her heart, could quiet even the loudest voice that occupied her head, telling her that they were worth nothing. His agile fingers had begun to untangle the complicated knot of emotions resting in her chest - and perhaps one day, he could fully unravel it.

His wings drooped, his head bowing slightly. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you this time.”

“Nonsense,” she whispered, turning to press a kiss of her own to the wings she loved so much, watching a small shudder make its way from top to bottom, feathers quivering slightly. “There’s nothing for you to apologise for. You can’t be there all the time. I’m thankful, for everything you’ve done for me already.”

He’d stood up for her so many times, the expression on his face darker than even the worst thunderstorms that raged over the sea, causing powerful waves to crash into the shore. Enough to make anyone shut their mouths instantly, skulking away in terror.

No matter how bright the flames of indignation on her behalf burned within Lloyd, he was still just one person. He could not change the entirety of the High Entia race overnight. But every action, she was certain, had a small effect in turning the tides.

Perhaps the time when those like her would be treated favourably would not arrive within either of their lifetimes, long as they were. Regardless, just as when she was younger and had fewer scars across her heart, she continued to believe in one constant.

Come tomorrow, and the day after that, and for however long she lived, even if it ended up being only half of Lloyd’s lifespan…

She would spend each day with him.

#fanfiction #one shot #tales of symphonia #colette brunel #lloyd irving #colloyd #colloydweek2023 #day 1: wings #mmm am late but finished it #the images seem to be refusing to work but i give up ;-;#the final piece in the trinity of xenoblade AUs!! haha this made me crack up

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duplicitywrites · 2 years

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pspspspsp heya dupli i have a list of. questions you can answer if you feel so obliged

1. what was the fic you wrote that went the smoothest ?

2. what is your favourite/fic series that you’ve written for the two frenemies

3. what is the favourite variation of tomarry you’ve written

4. if tom became a worm what do you think harry would do

many thank and hug

HELLO thank you for your curiosity. i will try to answer these.

QUESTION ONE: what was the fic you wrote that went the smoothest ?

if i'm being dramatic and a masochist, then everything i write is some form of torture. the more realistic answer is that there are actually quite a few stories that just kind of flowed out of me.

i mostly judge smoothness based on how fast i was able to write it, so i'll name a few here of my older works that fit the bill since i can't really pick one shining example.

But For You, I Did (20976 words)

this is my most kudosed fic on AO3, i think i wrote it in a little over a week?

When 11-year-old Tom Riddle finally arrives at Platform 9 and ¾, he meets fifth-year Prefect Harry Evans, a Muggleborn Slytherin at the top of his year.

The Office Tribute (12433 words)

i was flying by the seat of my pants with this one. writing it was a daze

Tom Riddle is a domineering boss with a stick up his ass, and Harry has just volunteered for the potentially lethal task of getting him to cheer the hell up.

Eudaimonia (15643 words)

i think this was three days? of writing, then however long editing took afterwards

Harry travels back in time to save Merope Gaunt from dying. He takes her in, heals her illness, helps her when she gives birth to her son... and then falls prey to her love potion.

Thanks for Harry (4313 words)

slapped this one out in a day

One night, Tom gets drunk and sends a fancy thank-you card to Harry's parents, thanking them for bringing their son into the world. The problem? He and Harry aren't actually together.

On the Hotline (8268 words)

also only took a day. but i was writing literally all day

When Harry calls an assassin hotline, he's expecting it to be a fun prank that's good for a laugh. What he gets is Tom Riddle, a budding assassin who takes his job very seriously.

more answers under the cut!

QUESTION TWO: what is your favourite/fic series that you’ve written for the two frenemies

every time someone asks me this i get a year knocked off my lifespan. i have too many children to be able to pick favourites 😭 😭 so my answer is: sorry... i have no answer? once my children get too old i even start to ignore them. it’s not a good way to live my life.

QUESTION THREE: what is the favourite variation of tomarry you’ve written

i actually have vague mental categories of all the tomarry dynamics i write in my head. there are concepts that float around in my tomarrymort brain soup.

some of these concepts are simple like ‘simp tom’ and ‘low self-esteem harry’, but some of them are more complex like... ‘harry is an absolute crackhead and tom is both a danger slut and a morosexual’.

i don’t have a favourite because they’re all so different but there are definite flavours of tomarry that exist in my writing.

QUESTION FOUR: if tom became a worm what do you think harry would do

first of all, thank you for bringing the concept of tomworm into my inbox, i genuinely mean this with 100% sincerity, i think we all need a tomworm in our lives

second of all, i think harry would take really good care of his new pet worm because it was the right thing to do

#asks #anonymous

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melishade · 2 years

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Attack on Prime: Scene Breakdown Chapter 26 “Just forget about me”

Spoilers ahead. Link for story is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36583423/chapters/91243426

"Eren, may we talk?" Optimus asked as he approached the titan shifter in the hallway with his holoform on.

Eren didn't say a word as the titan kneeled down in front of him. He was just trying to get to his room without incident. He didn't want to talk to Optimus right now. The titan shifter hesitantly forced himself to look Optimus in the eye.

"I just wanted to know if you are alright," Optimus explained, "I understand what we have learned may be difficult to digest, but I just wanted to know how you were feeling about it."

Eren sighed to himself as he tried not to snap at the Prime. He was only trying to help. "Angry, confused,…a little upset."

"And you have every right to be," Optimus reassured as he placed a hand on his shoulder, "But rest assured, we will find a solution to this madness."

"Will we?" Eren questioned, "This just seems like an impossible situation."

"I understand," Optimus said, "But we should not give up hope just yet. We will find a way to end this curse and-"

"Stop," Eren interrupted, "Please…just stop."

"Eren?" Optimus questioned.

Eren merely shook his head. "Remember that promise you made to me? When you said you would come with me, Mikasa, and Armin to see the world? I want you to forget all about it, and forget all about me." (This is in the oneshots)

"Why would you say that?" Optimus asked.

"Because I'm a dead man walking, okay?!" Eren exclaimed as he pushed Optimus' hand off of his shoulder, "I only have eight years left to live. Meanwhile you have another four million! And even if my lifespan wasn't shorten; us humans are only lucky enough to reach a century! I'm just going to turn to dust while you continue to live on."

Eren hung his head as he took a step back. "Just forget about me."

Optimus watched in heartbreak as Eren ran away from him. The Prime was about to give chase, but his comm. link turned on.

"Optimus, I've reached port the mad scientist mentioned," Megatron informed.

Optimus didn't respond immediately, afraid whatever might come out of his mouth would be a broken sound of agony.

"Optimus, I need you to respond," Megatron said, "Optimus?"

The Prime took a deep breath to calm his nerves and spoke. "I read you."

"I'm facing the wall right now the humans use to separate themselves from the titans they drop here on the island," Megatron explained, "The other side is the ocean. I saw it before I landed in front of the wall. I'll come back to you right-"

"Destroy it," Optimus ordered.

"Excuse you?" Megatron questioned.

"Destroy the wall," Optimus repeated, almost letting his emotions take over, "Destroy the port if you must. Make sure that Marley is unable to land a ship on these shores and use it to turn humans into titans."

When I say this is only going to get worse. I mean it will only. get. WORSE.

So let’s break this down. (TW Suicide and Depression Mention)

So again, in Attack on Prime, the timeline is very different. The attack on Wall Rose, the coup in the walls, and the discover of what’s beyond the walls is all happening in about a few weeks. Rod doesn’t turn into a titan, the Survey Corps don’t go venturing outside the walls. They send Optimus and Megatron with Mikasa and Eren to prevent casualties. And Eren is...just feeling like shit. He doesn’t get that win when taking down Rod Reiss in titan form, and he doesn’t get a new power-up from the serum. He doesn’t get the confirmation about his mother loving him as is at this point because he doesn’t talk to Keith Shadis. Optimus and Megatron’s intervention prevent all of that from happening. On top of all of that, Eren is just now finding out that humanity’s mission was a lie. That there’s no outside world, just people who want them dead. And he only has what? 8 years at best to live?

Eren is fucking depressed at this point. He even tried to off himself after the coup, but Megatron stopped him before he could. Now he’s finding out that he’s even more worthless than ever?! He feels hopeless. There are no solutions. Especially not ones his mentor can provide. Optimus was the one who was actively getting results, long before the coup. He was the one who was protecting humanity, not him. Even Megatron was contributing his own weight, and he didn’t even like humanity. And it’s only feeding into Eren’s insecurity and worthlessness. He’s not needed, not worth anything, not enough. He can’t protect anyone. He would rather be forgotten. It will save himself and the people around him the trouble.

Meanwhile Optimus is fucking devastated for multiple reason, all centering around the fact that Eren is his student! (Son) And he can’t do anything to help or reassure him that everything is going to be okay! Optimus literally dealing with the coup and Megatron that he didn’t get the chance to really check on Eren! Hell, the conversation they had before the coup was Optimus pushing Eren away and telling him to stay out of his and Megatron’s business! Which is valid because Eren provoked Megatron beforehand, which Optimus warned about not doing! He’s upset because he didn’t catch how Eren was feeling and now Eren is pushing him away. He didn’t know Eren was going to try and end his life and if Megatron wasn’t there, Optimus would have been too late. And Optimus doesn’t know who to be angry at. At himself? At Grisha? At the outside world? He can’t be angry. He has to keep his composure and be a Prime, but he’s just devastated. He failed Eren, and the promises he made to him are just broken.

So the only thing he can really do, is tell Megatron to destroy the port. Megatron destroying the port isn’t just a way to send a single to Marley that ‘Yes. We are aware and we will fight you and win.’ It’s a representation of Optimus’ anger and grief. He wants it all to burn.

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This bothers me so much but it gives me an excuse to talk more about what people seem to constantly let slip their mind.

Blake was never a terrorist, in fact thinking she is is really naïve and downright racist.

Look under read more because Like Raven said in that noncannon but still cannon dream Yang had which btw isn’t her semblance so how did she appear in her daughter’s dreams....”we have alot to talk about”

Remember the White fang Started out as a faction that fought against racism, stealing dust and stuff from the schnee who straight up using slave labor, so they took what the faunus worked for.

People seem to act like revolutions don’t come with great change and sacrifice, people who act as if none of the milestones we made didn’t come with some sort of alteration to the world state being MLK’s assassination which Caucasians did despite peaceful protest and definitely not as long as the faunus have.

The faunus have remained commendably peaceful for the 80+ years of humans murdering because as one of the shows heroes Qrow Brawen stated. “Early man was scared to death of faunus and it’s hard not to sympathize with that. Seeing someone that looks like you and acts like you walk out the forest and reveal a set of fangs can be alittle upsetting.” (again these are based off our real world minorities mainly black people so this line comes across as massively tone-deaf There were so many words you could of used instead; it didn’t have to be word like “Lol I relate to humans being scared.” And before anyone gets on my case literally salem and Ozpin word their WOR as a conversation which is canon straight from Miles Luna’s mouth.

And need I remind people that the worst the faunus did while blake was there was threaten to blow up some offscreen people that didn't exist and threw a rock through a shop that wouldn’t serve faunus which I mean open racism should be met with ridicule and disgust and should in fact be illegal so I have zero sympathy for open displays of proud racism.

but the part people forget. Cinder took over.

Yeah the part people constantly forget was that cinder fall took over the white fang to use for their canon fodder, and the show had a great many an opportunity to show that either Adam didn’t like or want to do this, Surviving and defecting faunus that only joined for equality would leave and either try to live normal lives or join other branches..OTHER BRANCHES (seriously the only branch Sienna had was in vale and there weren’t any in atlas to help with the slave effort, and we’ve yet to see vacuo and it’s weird there’s no successor in case Sienna was assassinated? This feels less like a faction and more like a clubhouse! But I’m losing the forest for the trees.)

My point is that Cinder made the fauns do most of the more shitty things on her behalf, using her maiden powers and her....weirdly overpowered non semblance man and girl with the most useless semblance ever. (At least by the show’s standards) successfully kill these trained soldiers is a bit....hard to believe. And not to mention in the picture above Adam isn’t a raging racist who wants all humans dead, in fact he lets cinder and them go, tells them to leave and he doesn’t send a guy to shoot them in the back, he just goes about his day.

Were they’re people probably caught in the crossfire? yes but at the same time did people think any revolution didn’t have any sacrifices? I’m not saying Adam had to blow up those faceless nameless humans on that train where you only see robots making that line seem like they were going. “wait but if we make the bad guy faction a group of minorities wanting equality then people might RELATE to them and root for them and see our heroes as bad when then beat them up and laugh and wink about it and toss them off trains into hoards of grimm!” So they just threw in a buzzword terrorist, cult and not people who have been fighting racism for multiple lifespans.

For the love of god when Ozma comes back to remnant the first thing he sees is Faunus already in cages so why are THEY terrorist for trying to fight a system that’s so awful that when they got a god reboot the first thing that happened was one of our “heroes” Ozpin who didn’t to crap to change things for the faunus and humans were already subjugating them! Remnant is an unsympathetic world where the heroes watch racism happen and go on actual racist rants in public WEISS SCHEE and then will apologize 8 seasons later, like you needed multiple months to a year to not be racist.

Nothing in Remnant is salvageable, the humans are the absolute worst to their mostly human companions; and I wanna finish this off with something. In real life we sexualize portions of animals, Wearing collars, Bunny or cat ears, tails, angel wings, devil wings etc.

The humans in remnant are stupid cause no horny ass middle-aged man is gonna see a beautiful man or woman with wings sitting there and not wanna tap or worship that.

In real life people wouldn’t be hating Velvet for her bunny ears, they’d be obsessed with them!

I went off on a bit of a tangent but Fighting for your rights is not what a terrorist does and great change never happened from sitting on your hands and waiting patiently, women’s rights, black civil rights moment, LGBT’s stonewall and so on, they’re a movement, a struggle and lampshade that as a terrorist organization is TONE DEAF, IGNORANT AND PLAIN STUPID of you.

We’re smarter than this please actually research any major moment and see how many marginalized people lose their lives in comparison to the white ones and you won’t be shocked how the scale tips towards the prejudiced people.

Thanks for reading this far and remember, it takes five seconds to look up what a terrorist is and if blake actually existed she’d hate you despite you loving her, goodnight everybody.!

#rwde

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 2 years

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Sky Twizzlers - Chapter 4a

*Warning Adult Content*

Pancakes are Good - Part 1 - Aaron -

"So about this mate situation, what will happen next?" Evander asked.

‘And to be honest? I had no clue.’

"Right..." I started, not sure where to go with this now.

"Well, I'm a Beta, like I said. I have to be with my pack and help my Alpha lead."

"I see. I work at a brewery company but I wouldn't mind giving that up to do something else to be within your pack," Evander said.

I looked up at him in slight shock.

"So, you're willing to be our mate?"

"Of course. I wouldn't reject either of you unless I absolutely had to and you've done nothing wrong," he said. "Besides, I've lived in the city for long enough and worked at the same company since I was practically newly-turned. A change in scenery is more than welcome."

His words reminded me of something else.

"What about your immortality? Aubrey and I aren't immortal."

Though, to be fair, Aubrey would probably outlive me anyway. He was a spirit of nature. Even if he wasn't immortal, he could easily live a few centuries before dying peacefully. Ugh, so then I'd be the one left out of things. That wasn't something I wanted to think about. Stupid human lifespan. Evander hummed, rubbing his chin.

"We can cross that bridge when we get there. For now, let's focus on the issue at hand: who were those people? What was that group doing selling people like that?"

It made me immensely relieved to know that Evander had nothing to do with the Eye. If he was truly clueless, then he must've been innocent like he claimed to be when I first met him in the theater.

"They were a cult called the Eye. They've been attacking the werewolf packs in our state for some reason. We don't quite know why yet. The place we were in was one of the houses they own for illegal trading of all sorts but they specialized in..." I glanced over at Aubrey so he could continue if he wanted.

"They would take us away from our families and bring us to the house. Sometimes, they'd sell us within a few weeks. Sometimes, they'd send us off to a different house for other purposes. But the special ones they kept around to work until they found a good reason to use us. I took care of the landscaping for years before they decided to..." he paused to look away from us. "Sell me."

Evander slowly leaned back into his chair, his face closed off. I wish I could tell what he was thinking but his mask was firmly in place. There was at least little doubt that his mind was going a hundred miles per hour.

"I see. Well, I can assure you I had nothing to do with them. This is disturbing, though. And tonight was...?"

Aubrey slowly slid off my lap to rest his head against my shoulder. I would never tell any of my packmates this, especially Erin or anyone else in our friend group but I was really liking the physical contact between Aubrey and me. Erin and I are usually touching in some way or another when we're alone, it brought me comfort for some odd reason. I didn't do it around anyone else or with anyone else because I had an image to uphold. Aubrey and Evander, however, didn't know about my image so I could create a new one with them, a real one.

"Tonight, we began our attack. The packs convened a little while ago to discuss the Eye and decided to take matters into our own hands. For now, they haven't begun any out-of-state attacks or aggravated other species, so we figured we could silently destroy them. Or at least, as silently as possible. Other non-human groups will no doubt hear about it at some point," I answered Evander's unfinished question.

"And why my particular Home?" Aubrey asked and I was reminded of how Kit called his prison a Home, too.

"The Eye took someone from us that had just escaped his Home, so we figured now was as good a time as any to do something."

Evander was about to question me further when Aubrey yawned, covering his mouth. His yawn almost triggered one of my own but I kept it down.

"I think we should sleep now. We can talk more tomorrow," I suggested.

"Oh, right," Evander said, standing up.

"I forget that you all have to sleep so often. It's been a while since I had to sleep every night, so it slipped my mind."

‘Well, excuse me, Mr. I-Don't-Sleep-Because-I'm-Immortal.’

I knew that vampires didn't have to sleep often but could choose to if they wanted to keep a routine. I didn't know how often he actually needed to sleep but it obviously wasn't every night. Aubrey and I stood up as well but then I realized something once we were all standing.

"Uh... can Aubrey maybe get some clothes and a hot meal?" I asked.

Evander nodded.

"I have food in the fridge. We can make something for both of you after I get some clothing."

"You have food in your fridge?" I echoed.

"But don't you drink blood?"

"I do," the older man confirmed.

"But I can also eat if I want to, though it's more like a treat. Plus, I had... someone who ate it."

"Wait..."

Before I could question him, the damn guy walked off, leaving both Aubrey and me in confusion. I turned to look at my other mate, who had a frown on his face.

"Is he dating someone?"

By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was coming to similar conclusions as me. Evander said he wouldn't reject us but who's to say he'd actually grow to like us back? We'd fall for him quickly and for each other because we were bonded by fate but Evander wasn't as connected. And with this mention of someone, we couldn't help but question who this someone was and what they meant to our mate.

"I don't know," I started.

"But he said had so past tense. Maybe whoever it was, if it was a lover, they broke up not too long ago and he has food leftover. And he did say he likes to eat mortal food once in a while."

Aubrey nodded his head slowly but didn't look any less worried. I walked closer, pulling him into a hug. His breath hitched at the sudden contact but he was quick to bury his head in the crook of my neck. We heard footsteps on the stairs and I turned my head a bit just in time to see Evander watching us. He cocked his head a bit before walking over to us.

‘What the hell was that?’

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sparkliingcrown · 3 years

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— my worst nightmare.

Summary: You know the saying that goes 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer?' How much closer can you get to your enemy than being roommates?

Request: Brownies + Dark Irish Coffee

Genre: Roommates AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: Lots of swearing. I didn’t hold back in that aspect. Uhm, mentions of drinking, yn kinda panics at one point... I think that should be all! If not, pls notify me ^^

Note: An Eishi Café special. Yes, this is because it was last minute requests and it took too long for me to get to and open up the café again. ALSO TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS, I’M SORRY I MISREAD THE ORDER AND WROTE IT AS A LIGHT REQUEST! I hope you still like it nonetheless... Sorry it took so long T^T Also, this is my first time writing something like this so I really hope that it fits.

You were hauling your bags and boxes up to your new dorm room by yourself. That wasn’t exactly the greatest way to start the day, considering you had to stay up packing the last of your stuff, rushing to the nearest train station, riding the train, and then driving all the way to your new dorm room for college yesterday. You didn’t even get to sleep a wink on the train and you sure as hell can’t sleep while on the road. So, in short, you were tired, hungry, and really fucking pissed.

You mocked your naive and excited self, making faces as you tugged your bags closer to your body, pulling the strap of your backpack higher up your shoulder to keep it from falling on the floor. Go to college, they said. You'll have the time of your life, they said. Who's they? The many, many movies you watched growing up. And where exactly were you now?

"Can you at least try to help me move my stuff inside?" You drop your bags at the door, stretching your arms out.

"Lemme think about it." He closes his eyes for a second, letting out a deep breath. "No."

That's right. You were stuck with him. Choi Seungcheol. The bane of your existence.

That motherfucker.

His majesty was sitting comfortably on the couch, a cup of boba in his hand. Oh, how you wish you could just reach out there and squeeze it to make it explode in his face. Instead, you huff. You turned away and stomped your way down to the elevator to get the rest of your luggage. Muttering to yourself, you hauled the last of your luggage in, just wanting to collapse onto your bed for the day having barely gotten any rest the previous day.

You were expecting your best friend, Jiwoo, to greet you at the door. You were expecting her to greet you with that enthusiastic squeal when she sees you. You were expecting her to give you a warm hug that would last probably longer than 5 minutes. Alas, the universe decided to be rude to you and give you your worst nightmare.

Seungcheol stares as you drag your bags and feet to the nearest room, raising an eyebrow when he thinks he heard you utter his name. He did not help whatsoever. Asshole. Once you get to your room, you don't even bother cleaning up and unpacking. You sank to the floor with a loud whine, not caring at all if Seungcheol could hear you from outside.

You were so excited to live out your college dream. Going to the library, going to parties you know Jiwoo would drag you to, midnight talks with your roommate, binging series you’ve been eyeing for a while. The universe just really had to ruin it for you by placing him as your roommate. You didn’t even know he was enrolled in Hybe University. It seemed like he didn’t know either. You recall the shocked look on his face when he opened the door.

“You’re my roommate?!” You both exclaim in unison.

You feel your lifespan shorten by 30 years when it fully sinks in that you’re stuck with him for a full school year. If it wasn’t enough that the bags you carried were heavy, the ones under your eyes felt even heavier. Seungcheol frowns.

“You look like shit,” he states, taking a long sip out of his cup.

You manage to send your iciest glare at him, chucking the heavy luggage inside to make him move. “No shit, Sherlock-”

“The name’s Seungcheol.”

You ignore him. “I just drove a fucking half hour just to get here.”

You kick the bag, moving it to a corner then go to get a smaller one waiting by the door. Seungcheol moves out of your way, walking back to the couch. “Don’t fucking test me, Choi.”

He puts one of his hands up in a surrendering gesture. You sigh, closing the door behind you to get the rest of your things.

You let out a groan, deciding to unpack your things a little later. Eyeing your bed, you get up to move to your bed. You easily drift off into sleep. You would’ve loved to say it was dreamless but you actually quite enjoyed the chaos of it all. You awoke at 2 in the morning, lost and confused. You frown at your waste of half the day yesterday, smacking random items in your room to figure out where you had placed your phone.

Once you located it, the screen lit up your face - blinding you a little in the process. Jiwoo had excitedly messaged you. Well, excited was an understatement when she sent you 102 messages in the span of one hour and 17 missed calls for the rest of the time you were unconscious on your bed.

Your stomach growls, shocking you. “Yeah, I should get some food then start unpacking. Probably message her back as well…” you mutter to the air, dusting off your jeans as you finish up the process of fully moving into your new home for the next school year.

You sigh, “Fuck, this is going to be a long year.”

You bury your head in the reference book that you picked out to help with your assignment. It wasn’t doing it’s job of helping. You shifted in your seat. With a groan, you lean back in your seat, not understanding any of the material so far. Jiwoo pats your back encouragingly, nuzzling her cheek on your shoulder.

"There, there," she says, running a hand through your hair. "Hold on, I'll just return this book because it didn't have what I was looking for."

With a solemn nod, Jiwoo rises from her seat. She skips away with the book in your hands leaving you suffering all alone. You mentally slap yourself for sulking when it's literally only the second month of college. Living in the dorms has not been any easier ever since you arrived. Seungcheol took any opportunity to get a rise out of you and you would bite back with just as much sass.

It was like a competition between you both. Over what exactly? No one could really tell. Jiwoo came over often so she's very much used to seeing the two of you bicker like little children out of the smallest things. This was the reason as to why she dragged you out of the dorm.

"Come on, ever since you've arrived, you're either staying in your room or going to that boba place!" Jiwoo was tugging you by your wrist while you used your other hand to cling onto your bedpost. "You need to live! To breathe!"

"I do that just fine over here!" you complain.

Then, it was just a competition of whining. Jiwoo won that one easily. Her bright, sparkling puppy eyes were too much to resist. You sighed. You were too soft for Jiwoo sometimes. You mumble, cursing the professors for giving a bunch of work already. It was to the point that you could barely keep track of any of your subjects anymore.

You stare at your laptop screen, a half blank essay staring back at you with a menacing aura. You turn your head. An open textbook sat atop several other books of the same subject stared at you too. You could hear it calling for you, yelling at you to study for the test next week. With a silent cry, you drop your head down onto the table. You hear a snicker from behind you. One that you've heard way too many times that you didn't even need to turn around to see who it was.

"Hello to you too, Choi." You let out a tired sigh, head rising from the table.

"You look pitiful like that," he comments, eyeing the multitude of books surrounding your laptop. "You need any help?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Do you need help?"

"The Choi Seungcheol is offering me help?"

"Ah, good, so your ears can work," he gives you that shit eating grin that you just want to punch off his face. You can already feel the fire burning inside just ready to burst. You feel like a boiling kettle to say the least. It's his turn to raise an eyebrow now.

"Well?"

"No way," you huff like a child, turning your back on him.

He sat across from you. It really just had to be the only fucking unoccupied seat left. You mentally cursed all the students who came to the library. Then you felt bad and instead cursed Seungcheol who just had to come to the library when you were at the peak of the stress rollercoaster, just ready to dive into the depths of despair and bad grades.

Your eyes flutter back and forth between the laptop, the books and Seungcheol himself. With a defeated sigh, you turn the laptop so the screen could face him. "Please."

That same grin never left his face, he tauntingly cups a hand around his ear. "What's that? I can't hear you."

"Old man," you retort with a snicker. Just as he was going to open his mouth to protest, you repeat yourself a little louder. "Please help me with this damn assignment so I can finish it already."

"That's more like it." He pulls out the chair next to you, pushing away the books to help you.

You would never admit it out loud but you were actually grateful that Seungcheol had offered his help. With every small pointer he gave you, you were able to fly through all of your workload like a breeze. He even lent you his notes for that test you were so worried about. You leaned back, tipping your head back as the most relieved sigh anyone could muster slipped past your lips.

“What? No ‘Thank you’?” he asked, a small pout on his lips.

“I didn’t kill you. Is that enough?” He rolls his eyes at you, returning to his own seat. Guilt started to take form in the pit of your stomach. You sighed. “I gotta go. Thanks. I’ll see you at the dorm.”

You didn’t see it. He didn’t want you to see it. He didn’t even want to acknowledge it; the heat rising up and painting his cheeks pink from when you sent him that small smile before leaving. Seungcheol mentally slapped himself, shaking his head and trying to focus on his own essay he put off while helping you. Safe to say, he never really did finish that stupid essay.

"Joo, do I have to go?" you complained, tugging your shirt downwards. It's a little too much for your taste.

"You deserve it, babe," Jiwoo replied. "You got good grades after studying for so long! Loosen up a little! Please?"

You give her a skeptical look.

"Just this once?" She gives you her best puppy dog eyes that shimmered under the light of her dorm room. She puts up a finger and juts out her bottom lip in a pout, ultimately stealing your heart with how cute she is. "For me?"

"Ugh, fine. You're too cute not to."

"Yay!" she wraps her arms around you and gives you a light kiss on your cheek, dragging you out of her dorm and to her car.

She drove you to the party, that sweet smile never leaving her face. She talked about a blend of many topics she was interested in. You heard her mention something about talking to that girl in her class. You only stared out the window, humming in response as you dreaded arriving at the party.

Alcohol. It reeked of alcohol. You just arrived but there were already so many people that just smelled like sweat and whatever was served in the kitchen. Jiwoo took you to the dance floor, which was clearly just the living room of the house with the couches pushed to the side so there's space. She introduced you to a couple of her friends. You give them a small wave. It probably wasn't the best idea to try and have a conversation this close to the speakers.

After just a few minutes of walking in, you already lost Jiwoo. She was probably just with one of her friends. Come to think of it, she was clinging on to one of them really tightly and just being very clingy. But she was almost always like that with anyone. You brush it off your mind, heading to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"They look pretty," Seokmin stated, sipping from his cup and making a slight face at the bitterness. "Wait... Is that Y/n?"

Seungcheol's ears seem to perk up at the mention of your name. He turns to the direction his friend was staring at, seeing you hover over the kitchen island with a drink in your hand. You looked bored. A little lonely too. He deduced that your friend had left you to fend for yourself. He snickers to himself.

"Oh yeah, I think that is," Jeonghan was suddenly by his side, eyeing Seungcheol for his reaction. Seungcheol pulls a face.

"What are you looking at?" he sneers.

"Don't you think they're pretty, Cheollie?" Jeonghan giggled, obviously already a little tipsy. Seungcheol scowls. An old conversation flashed by his eyes.

"Where are you going?"

You raise an eyebrow. "And why do you care about where I'm going?"

"Because I'm your roommate? What if something happens to you?"

"Awh, does Seungcheollie actually care about me?" You jut your lip out in an exaggerated pout.

"No, I- Wait..." He takes in the outfit you decided to wear, and breathes in the scent of that perfume you always wear on special occasions. "Don't tell me... You're going out with that guy again, aren't you?"

You roll your eyes, adjusting the straps of your shoes with a groan. "So?"

"Are you that blind that I have to fucking tell you? He's not good for you!"

"Why do you give a damn about who I go out with? Why would I give a damn about who you think I should go out with?"

"That's not the point- Stop going out with him!"

"What are you? My dad? Fuck off, Cheol."

"That guy is not good for you." He crosses his arms against his chest. "Hell, even I would be better for you and I'm your enemy."

“Yeah, you’re my enemy. That doesn’t explain why you’re butting into my love life like this. Literally, just fuck off!” you exclaim, losing your cool with a stomp of your foot.

You fall silent. He falls silent. Seungcheol is worried for that second that passes. He didn’t know why. The silence was uncomfortable. It was like the chill of realizing there’s a spider in the shower with you. He felt chills run down his spine. He didn’t even know why.

You say nothing more, picking up your purse. The silence was odd. It was new. Especially to the both of you. Seungcheol was just about to speak up again, voicing his opposition to you going out with the sketchy guy you met when you walked out and slammed the door on him.

His mouth hung ajar, disbelief spread all over his features. He scoffs, “Ugh, whatever.”

He turns to look at you again. You were by the dance floor now, the neon lights surrounding you. He always thought you were pretty whenever you two wouldn't be bickering until the day's end. Seeing you next to the lights, seeing you like this, it made his heart race a little. He blames it on the alcohol.

Seungcheol ignores the way the rest of his friends start teasing him. It was mostly Joshua and Jeonghan ganging up on him but it was teasing nonetheless. He rolled his eyes, shoving them off him when Jeonghan started giggling a little too close to his face. Sure, he thinks you look pretty, and sure, he doesn't deny that he did find you attractive when he first met you after the summer. That doesn't matter, though, right? Right?

So, what was this feeling festering in his heart when he saw another guy walk up to you and ask you for a dance?

Seungcheol watches as the anonymous guy takes your hand and graciously leads you to the dance floor. His friends would be dramatic and say that he glared daggers at the dude. To be fair, he was. Seungcheol wasn't going to admit to that, however. He crushes his cup in his hand, startling the rest of his group but leading to only more teasing from all of them. With a roll of his eyes, he decides to shift his attention elsewhere.

Your weight shifts from one foot to the other. Maybe situating yourself near the dance floor wasn't the best idea you ever got but you needed to search for Jiwoo in the sea of sweaty, horny, drunk people. What better option than to sit right next to the speaker? You mentally facepalm yourself when the neon lights blinded you from identifying anyone. You blink once. Twice.

Who is this stranger in front of you?

Alarms blare in your head, telling you to get away. Your grip tightens on your cup, anxiety filling your stomach. He notices your worried expression and immediately flashes a smile. "You don't come here often, do you? I'm Eungwang."

He extends a hand out to you, asking you to join him on the dance floor. You shyly follow him, his hand never leaving yours. He twirls you around, telling you to smile a little bit and relax. You could feel all eyes on you, the blinding neon lights and booming music slowly becoming unbearable with each passing second.

"You okay?" You nearly didn't hear Eungwang calling out your name. "You look stressed. Are you okay?" You did your best to shake your head no, breath stuck in your throat.

A worried look passes his eyes, the corners of his lips turning downwards. It was becoming too much. You knew you shouldn't have come to this party. Jiwoo just had to bring you along. Jiwoo... You still haven't found her. The pounding in your heart and ears were getting worse, getting louder. You twist your head, trying your best to scan the crowd for a glimpse of your best friend.

"Get your hands off of her," a more familiar voice speaks up. With wide eyes, you see Seungcheol with his hand on Eungwang's shoulder.

Without an answer, Seungcheol rips him away from you and grabs your wrist to pull you into a more open space. It was weird. You always thought Seungcheol's hands would be rough, yet his touch felt so light. It felt like feathers. It was almost as if he was afraid to break you in your state. If you weren't too occupied with panicking, maybe you would've been trying to fight your way out of his grip.

You hadn't even noticed. Within minutes, the two of you were seated in the front lawn. The cool air brushed your cheeks, slowly pulling you out of your trance. Seungcheol tosses you a water bottle which you catch with trembling fingers. You take a sip and let out a breath. With pursed lips, you turn to look at him.

"Sorry.”

"What for?"

"I probably ruined the mood, right?"

He rolls his eyes, tucking his hands in his jacket pocket. "Whatever. The party was shit anyway. We should get you back to the dorm."

"But Jiwoo--"

"Your friend will be fine." He tosses his jacket to you. "Wear that. It's cold."

"I will not."

"Suits you." He snatches it out of your hands almost immediately. "Don't come crying to me when you get a cold."

Like a child, you stuck out your tongue.

You're sick.

You don't know if it's fate trying to trick you or something. Whatever it was, it definitely isn't funny. Thank goodness, it was still the weekend. You definitely would have lost it if you got sick in the middle of the week. Good news was Jiwoo got back to her own dorm safely because her roommates dragged her back. That made you feel a little better.

Swaddled in your blanket, you begin your travel to the faraway land of the living room where you met your roommate looking at you amusedly. You sent him the best glare you could muster with a bit of snot dripping down your face. He only snickered.

"I told you, you should've worn-"

"Shut it. I'd rather be sick than wear that sweaty jacket of yours."

"Oi!" He stands up, pointing at you who was rummaging through the fridge. "I'll have you know my jacket isn't at all sweaty and gross! I wash it often!"

You let out a snicker, taking some leftovers out of the fridge and shutting it close with your hips. Seungcheol drops his plate in the sink. He stares at you for a fleeting moment; your hair was a mess and there was a bit of snot running down your nose. Nonetheless, you were wrapped up tightly in your blanket that reached the floor. You peek your head to see what's playing on the TV when you see a familiar character.

"You watch...Link Clink?" You sniffle slightly, bringing your blanket back up to rest on your shoulders.

"Oh? You know this show?" Cute. He shakes the thought out of his head immediately.

"Yeah...It was on my watch list." You didn't think that he'd watch something like that. "Not like you need to know."

He rolls his eyes at you, ignoring your last comment. "You wanna watch it together sometime?"

What in the fuck? You don't know if it was your cold, if it was just the air conditioning or literal chills went down your spine at his offer. Maybe it was just the first option. Caught off guard, you stare at him. His eyebrow was raised at you while waiting for your response.

"Uhm...yeah, sure... why not?"

"Oh, yeah." He opens up a cabinet, your curious eyes following his form as he searches through the cupboard. He pulls out a green plastic and hands it over to you. "I figured you would get sick, so I bought some stuff this morning that could probably help."

"Oh, uh, thanks..."

"Don't mention it." You weren't too sure but you thought you saw him blush a little. Perhaps it was your brain playing tricks on you. Nonetheless, despite being your enemy, he was nice enough to buy you something. Though, it really was just a small cold.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your trance. "Get some rest. Jiwoo will probably drop by here later."

"Yeah, okay."

“You’re telling me he took care of you while you were sick?”

“And you’re telling me you didn’t threaten him at all to take care of me while I was sick?”

Jiwoo takes a long sip of her bubble tea, taking her time to chew the pearls while you wait for an answer. She simply shakes her head no. You sigh.

“It’s not like he, like, took care of me. It was more of, like, he just made living together less of a living hell, I guess,” you state, taking your own sip of your tea.

“Less? What do you mean?”

“I mean, he still teased and taunted me. Like, he kept bringing his friends over. You know how loud all of them could get. Finished a bunch of my snacks even though they had my name on it. He broke my third favorite mug, too. One time, he placed my shit on top of the cabinet when he knew I couldn’t really reach it.”

You almost let out a laugh when you remember it.

“Awh, you need me in your life after all."

"Shut up, I can replace you with a step ladder."

"Too bad you won't. You love me too much."

You hadn’t even noticed the rosy pink that started to bloom on your cheeks and creep up to your ears. Jiwoo did, however, and would not let you live. Her eyes grew wide, dramatically placing her cup down. She shook you. A big grin was plastered on her face once you turned to look at her.

“Oh my goodness, it all makes sense now,” she cheered, enthusiastically shaking you around like a maraca. “You guys have been talking a lot lately… When I visited there was no sign of chaos anywhere.... And you were just giggling!”

“Giggling?”

“Giggling, Y/n, giggling! You!” she squeals. “Oh my god, you’re blushing! They’re blushing! Don’t tell me… you actually like him, do you?”

You let out a snort. “Me? Like him? Jiwoo, love, he makes my college life a lot less bearable. My petty ass won’t even let that go by, either. There’s no way I like that asshole.”

Okay, maybe you liked him a little bit.

It would be hard not to like a guy who stops in the middle of a walk just to pet some dogs he saw on the way. It would be hard to ignore the way he smiles whenever you see him with his friends. It was most definitely hard to pretend like your heart wasn’t racing at all when your drunk roommate, also known as your enemy, snuggled closer to you on your way to the couch.

“Seungcheol.” A groan. Try again.

“Seungcheol.” Same response. What is this bitch on?

“Choi Seungcheol.” A loud whine escapes his lips. “How much did you drink? You reek.”

“Just a lil’ bit,” he hiccuped, swaying back and forth on his feet. “We were having so much fun I didn’t even notice the time!”

You softly threw him onto the couch as he started to flail his arms. You rush to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. He throws his arms around the pillows and tightly squeezes them as he starts babbling nonsense you couldn’t quite make out. You hear something along the lines of peaches, weird foods they tried, and someone jumping into the pool. You smiled. They always were such a rowdy bunch. All 13 of them. You would know. They trashed your room once and ate your leftover ice cream.

“You look pretty.” You snorted, covering your mouth with your free hand. “You look just like my roomie, you know. They’re like-” A hiccup interrupts him. “They’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” he slurred.

“Oh? Is that so?” You make him sit up properly and hand the cup over to him. “Here, drink some of this.”

He gulps down the water. “You're really kind, too! Ah, just like Y/n~ But they have a little- no, no- a huge temper.” Oh, wow. The audacity. He giggles and you suppress the urge to smile. Failing, you laugh along with him, shaking your head.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room, you ass,” you say, slinging an arm around him to try and get him up. “Why are you so damn heavy?”

“Because of my love~ for Y/n~!”

“Why are you cheesy when you’re drunk-”

You finally arrive at his room, which took a lot longer than expected because of dragging a very intoxicated Seungcheol around who would not stop trying to cuddle you. You struggle to open his door, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Wanting to go back to sleep as quickly as possible, you let him crawl onto his own bed, turning around to leave.”

“Get some sleep.”

A hand wraps around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. He pulls you closer. You lose your balance. Oh look, now you're on top of him. You hold your breath. You try to push yourself away from him but to no avail. You were trapped.

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?” He croaked out, quickly leaning up to peck you on the lips.

“You kissed?!”

“Shh! Joo, not so loud!” Your eyes darted around the area, several heads turned to look your and Jiwoo’s way. “Everyone’s looking at us. I don’t even know what to say, Joo. I haven’t seen him at all for the past few days.” “You haven’t seen him or you’re avoiding him?” She raised a skeptical brow at you, popping some food in her mouth. She points one of her chopsticks at you with a big grin that makes you want to hide in a hole and never come out. “I think… you’re just avoiding him.”

“Well, what are you supposed to do when-” you lower your volume, casting your eyes to the ground. “I’m not finishing that sentence. Argh!” You hide your face in your hands, Jiwoo’s thrilled laughter coming from beside you.

You spent the following week trying to evade Seungcheol’s presence. You’ve been getting out of the dorm far earlier than you used to and he could never catch you anywhere. He seemed more than eager to talk to you nowadays, usually looking for you in the hallways or trying to spot a glimpse of you in your favorite spots. The library, the boba place, outside your classes. Nothing. It always seemed like you were one step faster than he was, one second too late for him.

He went around the campus grounds one last time. He even asked his friends if he’s seen you to which they replied with skeptical looks for fair reasons. He even tried to ask your friend, Jiwoo, to no avail. He retreats back to the dorm in defeat. His shoulders slumped over as he fished the keys out of his pocket. The door clicks and he becomes visibly confused. He still has his keys in his hand. The door opens wide and Seungcheol yelps, faced with none other than the roommate he was looking for.

Without thinking, he grabs a hold of your wrist as you go to shut the door on him. You snap yourself out of your thoughts from that night. "You're coming with me."

"What the fuck?" You tug your wrist back. His grip only tightens. "Yah! What the hell do you think you're doing?! I'm going to miss the next episode of-"

"Mmm, don't really care."

"Tch." You look down, suddenly ashamed of your get-up. He opens his car door for you. "Did Jiwoo put you up to this?"

Seungcheol smiles. Your heart... Did it skip a beat? Woah. Maybe he actually doesn't look too bad when he's not being a dick to you. Maybe he actually, dare you say it, looks cute when the two of you aren't at each other's throats every 5 seconds. You reluctantly get in, buckling your seatbelt while you wait for him to start up the car.

You look out the window, appreciating the beauty of the night. It's serene. It was still pretty bright with all the lights and buildings yet it looked beautiful. You opted not to speak to Seungcheol for the rest of the drive. You still didn't even know why he dragged you out of your room. You don't even know why you actually got in his car.

Realization hits you.

You're in his car. Seungcheol's car. You willingly got into Seungcheol's car. A small gasp leaves your lips, calling his attention.

"Is something wrong?"

You look at him. "Uh, no... No, I'm fine." The car suddenly holts, snapping you out of your daze. 7/11. Your eyebrows furrow. What?

"You dragged me out of my room... to go to 7/11? This late at night?" you asked, disbelief laced in your tone. He only chuckles at you, getting out of the car while leaving you bewildered and still strapped to your seat.

"Technically, it's like morning but sure." You unbuckle the seatbelt and step out, the cold breeze hitting your skin. Right, you still looked like a mess in the middle of a crisis. "I owe you ice cream since Soonyoung couldn't control himself the other day."

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious of why he decided to be nice to you today. Before you could open your mouth to speak, he interrupts you, "This is just so you won't bitch about your lost ice cream."

"Hey!" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. He picks up a few items and checks them out, you follow behind him like a lost puppy. "I thought we were just getting ice cream... why are you-"

"Can you just enjoy this quiet we have right now?" That made you shut up for the rest of the night. Not really. You started complaining about the cold a few minutes later while he laughed at your misery.

"Your fault for not bringing a coat, idiot."

"You fuckin- You dragged me out here!" you exclaimed, exasperated. "The audacity of this bitch, I swear."

Now sitting outside the 7/11, you rub your arms in a feeble attempt to warm yourself up. Not much luck. He slams a cup of instant ramen in front of you. You jumped slightly at the noise and he sent you a sheepish grin. "Enjoy, loser." You stick your tongue out at him yet pick up the cup nonetheless.

A sizzle breaks the silence between the both of you. He has a cheeky grin plastered all over his face as he teases you with the sight of the can of beer. He tosses one in your direction. You caught it, thankfully. You take a sip after opening it, letting out a content sigh. You searched your brain for something to say to fill the silence. It wasn't exactly everyday you get to sit quietly under the night sky on a school night with your worst enemy.

“I...uh... also wanted to apologize if I weirded you out while I was shit-faced drunk that one time. I didn’t- the words… they just slipped out,” he says.

“That’s it?” you ask. “You don’t remember anything else?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “I don’t remember anything other than babbling nonsense. Why? Did I do something?” Your cheeks flare up, memories flooding back in that you’ve tried so hard to avoid. He stops and looks at you, noticing how you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Your eyes were trained on something else, your cheeks burning crimson. He blinks once, twice, trying to recollect the events of that night. All he remembers was you pissed and greeting him at the door, muttering some embarrassing shit, and being dropped onto his bed. Everything else was a blur.

“We should… Let’s get going. It’s getting really late,” you say, turning your head so you’d stop staring. The two of you finish up your ramen and drinks, heading back to Seungcheol’s car after discarding the trash.

On the way home, he recalls a few memories. The day you first met, the time you embarrassed him in front of the whole 8th grade, the time he gave you an oreo cookie filled with toothpaste. A good trip down memory lane later, the two of you were laughing obnoxiously in the wee hours of the morning. The laughter dies down as Seungcheol unlocks your dorm door.

“Come to think of it, why are we enemies again? We didn’t really do too much to hate each other,” you say, removing your shoes by the door.

“Do we hate each other?” You shrug. He laughs. “Why don’t we start over then? We’re not too different, apparently.”

“Yeah. Sure, why not?”

He sticks out his hand. “Hi, I’m Seungcheol.”

You gaze lingers on it for a few seconds. You never thought you’d be doing this ever. You look up at him and back at his hand. There’s a chance you’ll regret your next move but you doubt you will.

With a simple, soft kiss, everything felt like it changed yet stayed the same. The feeling of his lips on yours felt like a simple gift from the universe as a sorry for everything the two of you went through together. Seungcheol was frozen in his spot, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pulled you closer. His memories start getting clearer. He slowly pieces together what happened that night. You pull away with a grin, completely red in the face.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Seungcheol’s worst nightmare.”

“Is that what I get for making you suffer in silence when I couldn’t remember anything?”

“Oh, so you remember now? Damn, you really are old.”

“We’re the same age!”

“To answer your question, yes. Yes, it is.”

For the second time that night, you kissed.

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Shenanigans and Love (Adrenaline Junkie Part 13)

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Warnings: the Warden, mentions of death, phantom pain syndrome, extreme fluff

Word count: 3,226

The light glow of the redstone lamp illuminated your work space. Currently, it was about two hours before everybody was due to wake up and you were hovering over your journal containing your notes on the Warden. Not much was known about the cave-dwelling creature, but you found a couple of books about it at the library. So far, you found out that it indeed didn’t have eyes; it navigated via a mixture of hearing and a vibration network found in the blocks that had the glowing tentacles on them (you now knew that they were called ‘sculk blocks’). The sculk blocks would pick up on movement or touch, it would send vibration waves through the air, where it would reach the Warden’s own sculk stalks. Without the sculk stalks on the Warden’s head, the Warden was defenseless.

You also read about the anatomy of the creature. Known juvenile specimens ranged from seven to eleven feet tall while adults spanned from twelve to a whopping twenty feet tall. While their average lifespan is unknown due to the parasitic nature of the beast, it is known that they are out of their juvenile stage once they are approximately twenty years old. Thinking back on the one in the cave, it was about twice as tall as you were. That was a juvenile mob and it’s probably grown rapidly since then. The thing that killed you so viciously was a juvenile. You shuddered thinking about what an adult could do.

Juveniles are charted to be more erratic in their decisions while adults were known to be calculating and alert. Known weaknesses were known to be the sculk stalks and the heart. It was going to be incredibly difficult to take it down by yourself, but if worse comes to worse, you’d gladly take the beast down with you. Just in case, you left behind a small will with things you were planning on giving to your family. You were going to leave your workshop and your blueprints to Arthur, your collection of diamonds to Tommy and Wilbur, your stock of netherite and gold to Technoblade, and your wealth and life savings to Philza. You requested that Philza take care of Arthur, you couldn’t ask for a better father figure to have than Philza. Only the best for Arthur. In addition, you had a letter prepared for every member of your family. They were still in their first drafts, but they were coming along fast. In them, you detailed how grateful you were for every single one of them and reminisced on your favorite memory you shared with them. You still had about a week and a half left before you planned on attacking the cave, but you always liked to have extra time to complete things.

Your alarm clock sounded with harsh, lazer like beeps before you quickly silenced it. You didn’t need Arthur or Philza waking up so early. Sighing, you hid your journal and letters under a false bottom drawer and gently closed it. You trudged up the stairs quietly and made your way to the bathroom to shower for the day. When you took off your prosthetic, you could feel the phantom pains shoot up your nonexistent wing. In addition to that, the feathered stump and the areas around it felt stiff. The warmth of the shower did nothing to alleviate the pain.

After your shower, you started to make breakfast. Soon after, the other members of the household filed into the kitchen with differing energies. Arthur, the hyper, knowledge craving kid he was, walked into the kitchen with a bounce in his step and his head held high while Philza followed him with disheveled hair and tired blue eyes. With breakfast situated at the table, everyone started eating. You continuously shifting uncomfortably in your seat didn’t go unnoticed by the two as they eyed you after they woke up a little more.

Finally having enough of your constant movement, Philza finally spoke up, “(y/n)?” You hummed, turning to look at him, “yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”

You suddenly become hyper aware of your movements as you force your body to sit still. “Everything’s fine, why you ask?”

“You look a little uncomfortable. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

You sighed, “I’ll tell you later. Arthur did you have anything specific you wanted to learn today?”

His eyes shone with the brightness of all of the stars in the universe as he made quick work to swallow his mouthful of toast, jumping in his seat slightly as he chewed. “Yes! I was wondering if you could teach me how to work with comparators!”

“That takes a lot of time and patience to learn, we probably won’t get it all done by the end of the day today. Is that alright?” He enthusiastically nodded, shoving the last bit of toast in his mouth and running off with a mouthful of unchewed bread.

You could feel a slight worry stab your gut, “Arthur, swallow your food before you run! You could choke!”

You watched as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, vigorously chewed, swallowed, and resumed his sprint upstairs. You dragged a tired hand through your hair and sipped at your coffee.

“Ender, now I know how you felt with us when we were kids. Kid’s gonna be the death of me.”

Your dad chuckled, sipping at his own coffee. “He’s a lot more tame than you four were. Techno and Wilbur weren’t that bad, you were just a tad bit more chaotic, and well, you remember how Tommy was. You’re just way too worried about him. Kids will be kids, they do crazy things and sometimes you can’t stop them. After the couple months of adopting Tommy, I just let him learn from his mistakes. You gotta let them learn from their mistakes or else they’re never gonna learn. It’s just something all parents have to do if they want their kid to grow as a person.”

“That’s tr- wait, parent? Arthur’s my protégé, not my kid.”

He smirked over his mug and raised an eyebrow at you, “really? Cuz you seem awfully worried about him.”

“Dad. I’m just worried that he’s gonna accidentally kill himself. What, can I not be worried about my protégé?”

“No need to get defensive, just trying to point out the obvious-”

“The obvious? Dad, I'm only twenty. I’m not adopting anyone anytime soon.”

“I adopted Techno when I was twenty three,” he pointed out with raised eyebrows, “besides, I think you’d be a great parent. You’re already a parental figure for Arthur anyways, so nothing would change too much.”

You were silent for a moment as you stared at him blankly. You never viewed yourself as a parental figure type before. Your current lifestyle of never leaving your workshop would never be able to accommodate having someone that depended on you. You could hardly take care of a goldfish (you still had Bubbles’ grave in the backyard at your house in L’manberg), let alone an entire human child. Sure, you babysat Fundy when Niki was too busy to, but that was your nephew and it was only for a day at a time. You planned on taking Arthur with you back to L’manberg (only if he wanted to of course), but you didn’t think that far ahead. He was probably going to have to stay at your house. You weren’t cut out to be a parent, you wouldn’t be good enough for Arthur.

Philza, noticing your slightly panicked zoned out state, quickly reassured you, “you don’t have to make a definitive decision right now, you have time. Just- just consider it. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to come to me. I think I’ve raised enough kids to know what I’m doing,” he chuckled to himself.

Your feathered wing dropped in relief as you gave him your best smile over your coffee mug. “Thanks Dad, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you, you’re a lifesaver.” Right after that, a particularly large burst of pain shot along the length of your nonexistent right wing and loitered in the area around the base of your wing. You bit your tongue at the sudden pain as you felt the muscles twitch.

“It’s no problem, I’ll always be here to help ya.” He smiled at you before his eyes snapped to something behind you. His smile dropped as he eyed you concerningly, pointing behind you. “Is- is it supposed to do that?”

You followed his eyes behind you to your prosthetic wing. The metal was twitching in sporadic bursts with varying intensity. You could hear the slight scratching of the metal clashing lightly against the wooden chair. Though it was very inconvenient, you supposed you should be glad that it was moving with the muscle impulses of the muscles you used in flight. Suddenly, you could feel a muscle directly on the base of your wing twitch as the metal moved in tandem with the impulse. The entire wing extended to it’s full length and knocked over the chair next to you. It stood erect for a bit before another twitch caused another spasm that worked its way throughout the length of your metal wing. This time, the wing reared back to your body and almost smacked you in the face. If you didn’t move, your eye would’ve probably been plucked out by one of the metal feathers.

Your flesh wing puffed up slightly in embarrassment as you turned to look back at the blond man in front of you, “technically? I mean, it’s just the sensors picking up on the twitching. I-I’ll get the chair.”

As you stood up, you grunted in pain as another spasm hit you. This time, your wing extended fully perpendicularly to your back causing the muscles in the base of your nubby wing to be pulled unexpectedly. Hissing, your hand shot to rub at the base of your wing. “Fuck that was a bad one.”

You heard the screech of wood on wood as Philza stood up and hurried over to you, dodging a couple of swings from your wing. His hands were hovering indecisively in front of him. “Tell me what I need to do.”

“Take it off. Just- hhh, just take the sensors off. There should be seven of them, all on my back and shoulders.” You bent over with your hands gripping the table with each spasm of your muscles. You could feel the fabric of your shirt being pulled slightly from your body and the warmth of your dad’s hand brushing against your twitching skin as he hurriedly ripped the sensors off your skin.

Once they were all off, the metal wing drooped limply downwards, occasionally being moved slightly when what’s left of the flesh stiffened. “Good, can you unfasten the belts? There’s three of them, they’re a little- ah, a little tricky. After that, carefully pull the metal out through the slit in my shirt. Make sur- sure the sensors don’t rip.”

You sighed when you felt the wing being taken off from you and pulled through the slit in your shirt. Slumping back down into your chair, you reached a hand around to nead the skin on your back. You could feel the twitching slowly decrease in intensity, leaving a sore feeling in its wake. Your wing was placed gently onto the table in front of you, some parts hanging off the side. “Goddamn, I haven’t had an episode that bad since I grinded out making weapons for the War.”

You could hear water running before a glass was placed in front of you and Philza picked up the chair you knocked over and pulled it up next to you. He started to rub circles around the muscles around your wing. You sighed in content, feeling the knots in your back being relieved, “thanks. That feels good.”

“(y/n)?” A small voice said from the doorway of the kitchen. You shot up and bit back a groan when your sore muscles were moved. The young boy was leaning into the doorway with his hands on the sides and his mop of brilliant copper hair hung downwards. He looked worried and slightly scared.

“Hey Arthur, we can start your lesson soon, I just need a sec.”

“Are you okay?” His wavering tone and small voice combined with the tears slowly filling his eyes broke your heart. Eyes softening, you stood up and walked over to him, pulling him into a soft hug. “Of course I’m okay, you don’t need to worry buddy,” you deepened your voice and spoke dramatically, ‘(Y/n) Minecraft the Great, Conqueror of the Unknown’ will never be taken down!”

He gave a watery chuckle against your shirt and burrowed his head deeper into your shoulder, gripping you tighter. You reached up to stroke his hair and wrapped your left wing around him loosely, shielding him from the world with a protective feathery barrier. You could hear Philza picking up dishes from the table and quietly start to do the dishes. Despite the occasional twitch in your back and the phantom pain shooting down your wing, you directed all of your attention to Arthur. Eventually, he pulled away and wiped at his blotchy face. “Are you still up for the lesson?”

Just as Arthur opened his mouth, Philza interrupted him from behind you, “you’re not doing anything until you feel better (y/n).”

“Dad, honestly it isn’t that-”

“Don’t say it honestly isn’t that bad, we both know that’s not true. You’re on bedrest for today.”

You grumbled to yourself as you stood up and handed your glass of water to Arthur, who sipped at the contents giving you a small “thank you.” Nodding, you were escorted out of the kitchen by Philza and ushered to the couch. Once you were laying down on your stomach, he handed you a book and placed a hot water bottle on your back. Before you could stop it, a pleased hum left your lips as your body relaxed on the couch. “You’re staying here. I better not find you anywhere else when Arthur and I come home.”

You lifted your head up and stared at him with an eyebrow raised, “where’re you taking him?”

The corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes lit up slightly before he put on his stern facade once more. “Just to the village. I need to pick up a few things.”

“And you need him why…?”

“Well, I can’t go without someone helping me! I’m an old man after all.” He started to nudge Arthur towards the door and slipped his shoes on.

“You’re only thirty six, but whatever. Arthur, be good for my dad.”

“Alright (y/n), feel better soon!” He gave you a bright smile before he was pulled out of the house by Philza.

You tried to read, but the nagging worry for Arthur in the back of your mind never allowed for you to be immersed in your book. You knew Philza would never let anything happen to him, but you couldn’t help but worry whenever Arthur wasn’t in your line of sight. You supposed that it was a part of being an avian hybrid; you needed to constantly know if the child was alright. You tried to force yourself to go to sleep, but the pain prevented you from doing so, so you ended up mindlessly watching the seconds tick by on the clock. Before you knew it, your eyes closed and you were put in a light slumber.

You were awoken by the front door opening and laughter filling the house. You cracked open your crusty eyes and groaned as you sat up. You looked at the two with bleary eyes. Arthur was laughing at something Philza said as the blond looked over at you. “Hey hun, you feelin better?”

“Yeah a bit. What’d you get at the village?”

“Just some things for dinner. Arthur, wanna help me cook?”

Arthur, being the walking ball of sunshine that he was, nodded vigorously and started to drag the older man to the kitchen. Furrowing your brow, you called out to them, “do you want me to help?”

“No, stay there. Don’t come in!” Arthur’s excited voice shouted back to you, making you raise a brow at his words. You couldn’t lie, you felt nervous at his words. Just what did he have in store for you? Occasionally, you could hear yelps and bangs, which made you want to go into the kitchen even more. But you held off, trusting Philza.

About an hour and a half passed before you were summoned to the kitchen by an overly excited Arthur. Once in the kitchen, you were in slight awe. Spread out on the table was your favorite meal with the addition of fresh cookies left to cool on the stovetop. “All this for me?”

They smiled at you as Arthur ushered you to your spot at the table. “I… don’t know what to say. I- thank you guys.”

“Don’t thank me, it was all Arthur’s idea. I just helped.” Philza looked over at the blushing boy with a smile.

You reached over to ruffle his hair, “well, thank you Arthur. You know me too well, these are all my favorites!”

The boy bashfully smiled at you, “there’s something else too, but that’s for after dinner.”

You put a hand against your heart, touched, “Two surprises in one day? Ender, you’re spoiling me!” Arthur laughed at you.

Dinner went by fast with light-hearted laughter bouncing throughout the kitchen. The dinner and cookies tasted amazing, your taste buds felt like they were in heaven. After dinner, Arthur drug you to your room with an excited Philza following you two. On your bed sat your wing, but it had colorful things attached to the surface. Furrowing your brow, you looked closer to find various magnets sticking to the iron surface.

They ranged from the nonbinary flag to small mobs to little puns (your favorite ones were ‘olive you’ and ‘bird puns fly right over my head’). You could feel your smile widening at every magnet you saw, your wing fluttering in happiness. One of the magnets made you stop completely though as you stared at it with wide eyes. It was simple, but oh did it make your heart sing in joy and your eyes fill with tears. On the magnet, in big, bold letters were the words ‘world’s best parent’.

“Arthur…” You looked at him through blurred vision. He looked nervous, looking anywhere but at you and shifting on the balls of his feet. You lunged forward and pulled him into a tight hug and wrapped your wing around him, making sure he was as close to you as possible.

Philza watched the exchange with a soft smile before he decided to let you two have some privacy. His heart was full of happiness as he walked downstairs to clean up the kitchen with a bounce in his step and his wings fluttering uncontrollably. He was ecstatic to officially welcome Arthur to his family. Sure, he had a small hand in leading Arthur over to the ‘world’s best parent’ magnet, but it was Arthur that picked out the magnet for you. He knew you were going to make a fantastic parent.

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hongism · 3 years

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the little things - c.san

↣ pairing: san x reader; poly ot8 x reader ↣ genre: sfw, fluff, slight angst, fantasy au, witch ateez au ↣ wc: 3.3k ↣ summary: one of your favorite things to do is look at the stars with san ↣ warnings: none !

“You’re out rather early.”

You don’t turn towards the source of the voice; just hearing him speak is enough of a clue for you to know exactly who it is. Although, even if he hadn’t spoken, you’re sure you would have known from the flutter of wings that resounded before his arrival.

“The stars are prettiest right before dawn breaks,” you sigh, hugging your arms a bit tighter around your knees. Your new companion moves forward and comes to a stop beside you. He doesn’t sit down quite yet; for a while, he merely stands at your side and stares up at the same sky hanging above your heads. The time is roughly four o’clock in the morning — a late night for you and an early morning for San — but your words hold true. The glimmering stars are tucked behind fluffy and luscious clouds that seem to herald coming rain, and they shine against a midnight blue background that seems infinitely deep.

San sinks down to sit beside you at last, tossing his legs over the lip of the stone wall you’re perched on, and he sways his legs in rhythm with an unknown melody. You squeeze your knees as you press your cheek to one of them, enough to have a clear view of San’s pretty side profile against a landscape of green pine trees and shining stars.

“I thought you were out here to look at the stars,” San whispers. He glances at you out the corner of his eye. There’s no malice in his speech, just a hint of teasing, and you can’t keep your lips from quirking into a smile.

“I’m looking at you instead.”

“I should be the one looking at you, little star.” San turns his chin to face you, and his dimples flash as he grins back through the hazy moonlit night. “Our precious star,” he murmurs before reaching a hand out to trace over your forehead, slipping down to your temple then to your cheek and dragging the pads of his fingers over your skin in an unknown pattern.

“Why are you up so early?”

“Waiting for Hongjoong,” San says through a sigh. His hand retracts as quickly as it made contact, and you can’t pretend to be oblivious as to why. Things are always… harsh for San when Hongjoong is gone. It’s much worse when it’s a job like Hongjoong’s current one where the witch has to be gone for weeks at a time. Then San becomes quite volatile and hard to deal with — it only makes sense when a familiar is separate from his master for so long. Seonghwa tries to do damage control every time, tries to use techniques that normally help his own familiar Yeosang calm down, but they never work for San. Hongjoong is the only person and thing that can quell the anxieties and worries and stress that flow through San’s veins in times like these. And seeing as they are a bonded pair, it makes the connection of sharing emotional states weaker. They can’t share emotions this far apart, and that weighs heavily on San’s shoulders after being so used to sharing his heart in such a way for so long. Even if Hongjoong has a tendency to cut San off from feeling the brunt of his negative emotions, there’s still a lingering knowledge that the other is right there, just within grasp.

Not now, however.

San has gone three long weeks without even a breath of a whisper from Hongjoong.

And tonight (this morning? Today? Whatever time it may be) the witch is supposed to return. San’s nerves must be getting to him if he’s out this early because usually he would curl up in Hongjoong’s bed and await the witch there, presenting himself like a neatly wrapped present for the other to unravel with warm kisses and soft touches.

San clenches his fingers blindly around the lip of the wall.

“Tell me a story?” You inquire out of the blue. Your eyes shift to look up at the sky again. San huffs out a weak laugh.

“What kind?”

“Hm, how you and Hongjoong met?”

A risky choice, maybe, but you know how near and dear that tale is to San’s heart, and how much comfort it brings him in simply thinking of it. So it is also a very wise choice on your behalf. San’s lips twitch into the shadow of a smile.

“You’ve heard it so many times already…”

“I’ll give you something in return,” you coo, reaching out to pinch the skin around San’s elbow. He yelps like a kicked dog and offers up a deep pout that has you ready to tease him further.

“Seven kisses.”

“Seven?” You echo. Confusion slips into your tone. You can’t recall any significance to the number seven, nor can you remember whether it’s supposed to have special meaning.

“One for each time I’ve told you this story,” San murmurs, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. You scowl at the faint sensation as a laugh nearly escapes you, but you manage to bite it back enough to smile again.

“I always forgot how good a crow’s memory is.”

“Ravens remember well too, little star.”

You poke your tongue out between your lips in his direction, and San merely laughs at your expression before shifting closer to you. He loops a hand around one of yours, pulling it away from the leg you have propped up on the rock wall, then he loops his fingers through yours.

“Several hundred winters ago, this land we live in now held very different values and laws. The people were cruel and brash, only using their fists and crude weapons to handle gathering food and protecting their women and children. No one imagined there was any other way of doing things — the people knew nothing of what gentle prowess magic could offer.” San glances over at you, drawing a laugh from your lips when he makes eye contact with you. You shake your head ever so slightly.

“I didn’t mean for you to give me the version that’s in books and legends…”

San dares to giggle at that, and a moment later, he’s shifting his position so that he can rest his head against your thigh and look up at the stars like that. You have to push your other leg down to accommodate the shift, and once San is comfortably staring up at the sky with you, he begins speaking again.

“I was alone. It wasn’t something new; I was used to it at that point. Ravens don’t have the longest lifespan, and I was still a young familiar at the time. I had no owner or master. My mother’s master left our nest after she passed, leaving me with two sisters who were sick and close to death. They were too ill to shift to their human forms, so I couldn’t bring them to an apothecary or village. Ravens are seen as bad omens after all; had I brought them to a town, they would have been killed on the spot. I spent some time going between our nest and the nearest village, stealing food and medicine where I could because I couldn’t afford it. I worked some too, little odd jobs here and there, but it was a lot of delivery work. Made it easy to steal thankfully. Then… well, one day, I got too bold and tried pickpocketing a high-ranking guardsman. He was some lieutenant or something like that, I don’t remember. Too many years have passed since then. But I got caught trying to lift some coin off him in a bar, and he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out to the streets. He was planning on killing me right then and there with no trial, but some short little witch came stalking up without a care in the world and knocked the guard on his ass. He was going on and on about how rude it is to grab random people off the street like that.”

“Of course he would,” you murmur, a bit of fondness slipping into your tone. “Don’t let him catch you calling him short though.”

“Eh, he’ll survive. In any case, when the guard tried explaining that I was trying to pickpocket him, this witch extended a hand to me and asked if I needed help. I naturally said no because I didn’t think I could trust him, then took off running. I went back to my nest in the hopes of finding my sisters and telling them to get out of the area, yet when I got there, they were already gone. It had been nearly two years since my mother passed, so they were well enough to do things on their own at that point, but they’d never up and left like that without warning. I couldn’t do anything but stay and wait for their return. We’d gathered some food and supplies, so I was able to live off of it for several months before needing to depart for more again. The entire time, not once did my sisters return. They just… disappeared into thin air. I waited every day, wondered when they would come back, and some nights I would stay awake all night flying around the area in search of them.”

“That part always breaks my heart,” you whisper. Stretching a hand down, you drag your fingers along the curve of San’s cheekbones then his jaws, torn away from the stars as you look at the familiar.

“Why? Had it not happened, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I know but…”

“But Hongjoong found me,” San continues through a smile. You huff but let him finish the story, pointedly ignoring the curling grin he sends your way. “After a few months, I started noticing magical residue near my nest. And sure enough, that little witch from before was setting up camp nearby. I did nothing at first, watched him from afar for a while, then I got brave enough to try to lift a few things from his camp. That turned out to be quite the mistake because he caught me within three seconds of setting foot into that camp. And yet… instead of threatening to kill me or harming me, the little witch simply asked if I was alone. ”Are you alone? Do you have anyone with you? A master? I feel your magical energy yet it doesn’t seem normal. You must be a familiar. Where is your master?“ When I said I had no master and was on my own, the little witch was… hm, I would say he was both confused and concerned. Said it was no good for a familiar to go without a master. Without one, I would die within a few years. He suggested that I hurry along with finding one, and I explained I had absolutely no one else in my life.”

“And after that?”

San hums to himself a bit, bringing his hands up above his head as he stares at the night sky. A delicate little smile graces his pretty lips and squeezes his dimples out, but he doesn’t speak any other words for quite some time. The next voice you hear doesn’t even belong to him.

“After that, I invited San to spend some time in my care and work an honest job for me before going on his way to finding a master.”

Hongjoong.

You twist your neck towards the source of the voice, finding the witch standing a little ways away from the wall you and San are currently seated on, and he grins through the moonlit night at you. San jolts upwards at the sound of his master. The smile that splits his lips is so broad and heartwarming that it feels too intimate to look at, even for you who shares in their love for one another. It’s different for them, and you know that, even if it’s just a different strain of the same love, it’s different nonetheless. San hops off the wall in one swift move, closing the distance between his and Hongjoong’s bodies within seconds.

“As it turns out, we were…we did quite well together. And thus, here we are,” Hongjoong says as he lets San press his nose into the curve of his neck. “I’m sorry I was gone so long. Had to make a few extra stops along the way to gather some supplies. How was he?” Hongjoong directs the words to you, watching with careful yet loving eyes as you pull yourself down from the wall as well and step closer to him and San. The familiar will be like this for a while; unmoving and unresponsive as he soaks in Hongjoong’s presence again and drowns himself in the sensation of having all those feelings doubled once more. Hongjoong will try to ease the burden as much as he can for both their sake, and you’ll do what you do best: taking care of both of them when it gets to be too overwhelming. While Seonghwa and Yeosang (who don’t go a long time without each other anyway) don’t have to deal with this type of ordeal, Hongjoong and San always do. Hongjoong thinks it has something to do with how frequent his trips are, or perhaps the lingering sensation of separation anxiety that San suffers from given his past. Either way, it makes their reunions that much more emotionally taxing and intense. Even you, who has not a drop of magical ability in your body, can feel the sheer power radiating off them both right in this moment.

“You came home at the right time. He was getting antsy,” you murmur back, reaching up to comb your fingers through the long hair at the base of San’s scalp.

“Next time I’ll leave you all with a bit more of a safety net.”

“Or you could come back sooner.”

Hongjoong nearly rolls his eyes, and you catch the way he stops himself just beforehand. The annoyance in his features is nothing serious, only something because he’s heard such words a hundred times over.

“No doubt you haven’t slept yet?” He inquires, trying his best to make his way to the door of the coven’s home. San proves to be quite the obstruction, as it seems, and Hongjoong has to hoist the slightly larger man up enough to loop his legs around the smaller’s waist. Hongjoong grunts from the added weight but manages to carry San the rest of the way with no other complaints. You trail along beside them, taking care of opening the door and grabbing Hongjoong’s satchel once inside.

“Welcome home, my sweet starlight. I see our star and bird found you before I could.” Seonghwa is the first to greet the three of you upon stepping inside. You only notice Yeosang’s sleek black cat form slinking around the hearth witch’s ankles when you’re helping Hongjoong out of his shoes.

“Mm, they were waiting outside,” Hongjoong mumbles into the chaste kiss Seonghwa delivers to his lips. Seonghwa also places a sweet kiss on the back of San’s head before Hongjoong steps around the taller man, continuing to carry San as he goes.

“Mingi fell asleep in your bed last night, so don’t be surprised if you find him there,” Seonghwa calls out over his shoulder. You stretch up to your tiptoes in front of him, half-expecting the kiss that he presses to your lips a few seconds later, but the sudden appearance of Yeosang’s human form popping up on your left is much less expected. You nearly jump out of your skin, and probably would have if not for Seonghwa placing a steadying hand on your hip.

“You haven’t slept either,” Yeosang comments, nose pushing hard against your cheek. You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“No need to lecture. I’m going up with them, don’t worry.”

“I’ll come by after Jongho heads out for morning work.” Yeosang smiles a little before turning on his heel and heading back into the kitchen, no doubt where Jongho waits. Seonghwa huffs out a laugh but sends you on your way without any more conversation. You catch him slipping back into the kitchen as well just as you start climbing the stairs behind Hongjoong.

“Did San fall asleep already?” You ask after the man. You can barely see the familiar’s face from how hard he has it pressed into Hongjoong’s neck, but his eyes seem to have fallen shut at some point. He’s either basking in Hongjoong’s presence as much as he can or he’s entered a pleasant state of unconsciousness with Hongjoong’s warmth around him.

“Almost. He’s calming down some though. I’ll put him in bed with Mingi then take a bath. Care to join?”

“Such a temptress,” you snort to his back.

“I’m only joking, my dear. Keep San and Mingi company while I’m washing up for me instead? We can bathe together another day.”

“Of course darling,” you murmur, drawing a hand across his shoulders once the two of you reach his door. “Be quick though. Mingi will want some time to cuddle before he joins Jongho for yard work.”

As Seonghwa warned, Mingi is already curled up into a tight ball in the center of Hongjoong’s bed when you enter the room. It’s not hard to move his lanky limbs to the side to make room for San, and when Hongjoong eases the familiar down to the mattress, Mingi immediately takes to curling his body around the smaller man like it’s an act of pure instinct. San nuzzles into the touch, releasing a content little hum. You feel a hand brush the small of your back and jerk to look Hongjoong in the eye. Turns out, it was only a way to distract you because he captures your lips in a quick kiss that tastes a bit of honey and cinnamon. You have no time to savor the taste, however; Hongjoong pulls away just as quick and mumbles something about being quick to clean up. You bring a hand up to touch the spot where his lips just were. The smile that overtakes your face is one you can’t hold back, and now it’s your turn to be content and happy as you pull the sheets back to join Mingi and San under the covers. A large hand clamps down hard on your waist, tugging you flush against San’s chest.

“Where’s my kiss?” Mingi’s voice rises through the silence, thick and groggy from sleep. You reach around San to smack him as gently as possible on the arm.

“Go back to bed.”

“Joong home yet?”

“Mhm, he’ll be in bed in just a bit.”

“Good,” Mingi sighs. He settles back into the mattress, maintaining his hold on you around San’s body, and you twist just enough to lean over the sleeping familiar.

“Kiss,” you murmur, and Mingi rushes to meet you halfway with a cheeky grin. “Okay, now sleep. You don’t have long before you have to be up.”

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep wrapped up in that embrace, and even when Hongjoong does finally come to bed, he doesn’t stir you from sleep except for the barest sensation of lips against your forehead. You might hear him mutter some loving words to all three of you, perhaps lingering a little while longer on San because he knows the familiar needs that reassurance and comfort right now more than ever, but once he settles down and tucks your head against his chest, a wildly comfortable and deep sleep overcomes you.

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chibiwritesstuff · 3 years

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Hey! I'm the one that asked for the Lilia and Malleus ask. I love what you wrote so much man! (My poor heart died 😂) I am a big sucker for happy endings tho. So when you get the time can I ask for a happy ending ?

Ha, my laptop thought they won against me but I came out victorious (even though I took literal months to publish this.) In my defense, all the versions I’ve written for this didn't suit my tastes (not that this is any good either.) Hope this makes justice for such a long wait. Here’s the sequel/good ending for the angst fic.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

Walking past the now dying garden that used to flourish in Ramshackle dorm, he sighed as he reminisces about the times you two stroll and spends time together. It's been years since you’ve left NRC, He and Lilia are about to graduate tomorrow, Silver will be a fourth-year student and the new vice-dorm leader while Sebek will be in his third year and the dorm leader much to the said fae’s surprise. He chuckled at the memory of how honored and tearful the young fae is upon being selected as its prefect.

“I have so much to tell you, (y/n).” He whispered at the wind.

“Hey, Tsunotarou!” The familiar voice of the tanuki cat being called that long-forgotten name.

“Hey, Tsunotarou! Are we going on a walk again tonight?” You smiled at him, your hand extended as an invitation.

“Grimm, wasn’t it?” He crouched down to pet the said creature.

“Hey! I’m not a pet!” The flames on his ears flared, responding to his emotions. “What are you doing here, anyway? The roses are all dead.”

A wave of sadness flashed in his eyes as another memory resurfaced. Returning his gaze towards the dead flowerbed, he let the memory linger.

“Thanks for the seeds, Tsunotarou!” You excitedly began digging and planting said seeds. “To commemorate our friendship, these roses will be our friendship roses!”

“Yes, they are…” His hand ceased from moving before sitting down the ground. “It’s all gone…”

“By the way, I never managed to get the courage to ask you but why did (y/n) went back home crying that time?”

“I was but a foolish man…” The young heir steered his gaze towards the night sky before closing his eyes. “Had I just enjoyed the present than worry about the future, perhaps they would still be here and smile brightly like they always had.”

“I’m sure if you say sorry, they’ll forgive you.” Grimm responded nonchalantly. “They said saying sorry is the first step to forgiveness… or something like that.”

He chuckled and stood up heading towards his dorm. “If things were only that easy…”

That night, he slept and dreamt about you two walking in the bed of roses you’ve grown at Ramshackle. Loving every single moment that you two get to spend subconsciously knowing that once he wakes up, he’ll return to the harsh reality of you not being by his side.

“Tsunotaro, I think I have fallen for you.” You quietly said warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Will you let me stay by your side till the last breath I take?”

This is all but a dream… so I can keep dreaming, right?

“Yes, only if you’ll let me do the same.”

“Really?!” Joy showed throughout your being which made him smile back. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow! Happy graduation!”

He woke up gasping for air. That dream sounded too good to be true and yet… he can’t help but be hopeful. Putting on a happy face, he got dressed on what Lilia laid out for him and this time, everybody remembered to tell him the time of the celebration. He can’t help but laugh just thinking what your reaction would have been about the changes of the students' behavior towards him after he tried to socialize better. Heading towards the stage getting his diploma as odd as it is, he acted formally as he mingled with the rest of the dorm leaders until a voice echoed throughout the area.

“Tsunotarou!” Receiving a hug from the back as the voice caught him off guard, he turned still not believing what he’s seeing. “Congrats on graduating!”

“(y/n)?” His voice faltered, overwhelmed with so many emotions. “How? Why? I –”

“Uh-oh… Lilia! Your king here is having an information overload!” You called which made the said fae laugh out loud.

“How are you here?” He finally managed to ask. “The mirror –”

“Ah, that would be my doing…” Idia whispered but managed to catch everyone’s attention. “It was an accident! I was messing around to make a teleporter so I can just teleport to the store than having to leave the dorm but it ended up making people travel through dreams then I managed to talk to (y/n). Then we both decided we might as well try to make travel here and back to their world possible.”

“Looks like you did meet me once upon a dream, yeah?” You grinned at the joke about his ancestor’s song.

He merely hugged you, savoring each second of being around your arms. “I don’t have anything ready but if you’ll give me a second chance…”

He lets go and kneeled on one knee before looking up to you once more. “Will you be my spouse till the day you draw your last breath?”

Time is but a blink of an eye for fae and before he knew it, the Star Sending is happening once again. He was happy when Silver and Sebek were chosen to be Star Gazers albeit the mentioned students aren’t. He strummed his electric guitar with no particular music in mind as he lets his mind wander until his gaze dropped on a familiar mug.

“Happy Birthday, Lilia!” You grinned as you handed him a mug that said “No. 1 Gamer Dad” on it. “Hope you like it!”

His lips curled into a faint smile as he remembered that day. It's been a year since you left and yet it felt like it was just yesterday. Letting go of the instrument, he walked towards the mug and lifted it intending to fill it with tomato juice.

“How have you been, little one?” He spoke towards the image of you in his head. “I hope life is treating you better in your world.”

Without me in it… he sighed as sadness filled his chest. If I could change the past, or at least be given another chance… will you give your love to me once more?

“Old m –” Silver cleared his throat before entering. “I mean, Lilia. I’m here to take your wish.”

He took a deep breath before putting a huge smile to face his son. “Ah, yes of course! You know my wish. I wish for both –”

“Stop.”

This surprised the old fae as his son never raised his voice on him. “We both know that that’s not your true wish.”

“Silver, do humor me and just let me finish my wish.” He pouted, swirling the tomato juice in the mug before drinking it.

“Father, we all know how much you love them.” The young knight sighed before taking a seat on a nearby chair. “You always gush about them whenever we eat or do anything.”

“Oh Silver, I appreciate the concern but sometimes you got to let go.” A forlorn smile graced his lips.

“And sometimes you have to be selfish!” Both of them looked surprised at his outburst yet Silver regained his composure and continued. “You love them, right?! Then why not be with them? You took me in out of love, right?”

“There’s a big difference here, Silver.” Lilia rubbed his temple as stress starts to build up.

“What’s the difference? We’re both humans with a short lifespan so you can't use that as an excuse!” His silver eyes narrowing as he gazed upon his father before widening. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?”

He let out a defeated chuckle before nodding. “You’ve grown so much, Silver. I’m so proud of you, you know?”

“Why? You could have been happily living with them.”

“Because I’m afraid to witness her death if we ever do start a family together.” At last, the older fae began letting his tears fall in front of his son. “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive seeing her pass while I still live on. I want it to last for all eternity but to remove her mortality is too inhumane.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Silver lowered his head, having a little understanding of what he meant. “I didn’t mean to –”

“So, for my wish this Star Sending…” After a pathetic attempt to control his tears, he gulped and continued. “I want to be given another chance to be with them… and this time, I’ll bear the pain of losing them when the time comes.”

A shine of light filled the wishing star confirmed his wish inside the item. Silver walked towards him and let the man cry his heart out in his arms. He both felt sad and honored that Lilia is willing to cry in front of him. He truly hopes that his father’s wish is granted. Bringing out the wishing star, he proclaimed his wish.

“I wish (y/n) can return in twisted wonderland once more.”

“Silver, you didn’t have to waste your wish for this…”

“I don’t mind having a parent like them.” He smiled before heading towards the door with both wishing stars at hand. “They’re a much better cook than you anyway.”

“Hey!”

The day of Star Sending has arrived and everybody is once again by the huge tree behind NRC. It went well without a hitch and Lilia’s phone filled with recordings of Sebek and Silver dancing in perfect sync towards the taiko being played by Jack of Savanaclaw. As all students began returning to their dorms, the bat fae decided to stay a little longer and was given privacy by the rest of the Diasomnia students.

“Catch me, Lilia!” A voice screamed from above.

Turning his attention to the voice’s origin. His eyes widened before extending his arms ready to catch the person. A huge smile on his face as you landed safely into his arms. You let out a sigh of relief as you steadied yourself in his hold.

“Do not question why I was up in the air.” You huffed, glaring at the sky. “Safe landing my ass! I was dropped off 50ft up in the air!”

“My oh my, did you fall in love with me all over again?” He teased as he covertly wiped his tears.

“I saw that and maybe but I would still prefer a much safer landing.” You huffed before smiling at him. “What happened to the ‘I wish for world peace between all creatures’ wish, huh?”

“How did you know?”

“My coworker and I were trying to make a portal to get me back here because I forgot some stuff here to grab and funnily enough those wishing stars became our fuel source to open that portal.” You pulled out your phone and confirmed your arrival with a whole long spiel on how the landing would have killed you if you weren’t caught by Lilia. “But by your wish I assume there’s no need for me to get packing away from here?”

“Yes, if you’ll give me another chance.” He held out his hand, a makeshift flower ring on his palm. “Will you give me the honor of being your significant other?”

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sekceesimps · 3 years

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The Dragon’s Requiem (A Zhongli x Reader x Childe oneshot)

Summary: Zhongli reflects on his past with the reader as he watches her move on with someone new.

angst with fluff and maybe a lil nsfw?

Pairing: (past) Zhongli x Reader. Childe x Reader

a/n NOT THE GENSHIN HCs GETTING 600 NOTES WHAT THE HECK THANKS EVERYONE! That was such a great present to wake up to (who needs a S/O? smh I have my 200+ tumblr followers).

I tried writing the reader as gender neutral, but since I’m a female it might not have come across as that, so I’m sorry ahead of time. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys, leave some requests and feedback (it means so much to me)!

Sincerely Coffee

Your fingers tangled gently into his dark locks, tugging him closer to you. You smile softly at him as he delicately places light kisses across your face and jawline, slowly inching towards your neck. You bask in his warmth and glowing attention as you arch your back to get even closer to him. In times like this, he couldn’t help but admire everything about you. From how happy you look, to the way you slept so peacefully just moments ago, or the way that you would look in a few minutes with your face flushed and begging for him.

Zhongli has always been a man who lived in and cherished the past. He could spend hours talking about Liyue’s history or explain the customs and cultures of a time long before. It would bother some people, but never you. He admired you so much. Your patience for him, the openness of your heart to allow him to come into your life, and the unique beauty you had that surpassed anyone else in his eyes.

He never really cared for humans. Yes, he knew he had a responsibility to them, but he never truly loved them. At least, he never loved any mortal the way that he loves you. He has been alive for thousands of years, but he had never felt this attached to someone, especially not a seemingly simple mortal. It was his strange attachment that made losing you all the more difficult.

His greatest insecurity had always been his lifespan. If he could give everything up to spend his life with you, then he would have. He knows he has responsibilities as a protector of the nation of Liyue, but the promise of your sweet embrace and a meaningful future with you was too good to pass upon. With you, he wasn’t stuck in the past, but looked towards the future.

“Childe! You’re such a tease,” your soothing voice sharply breaks him out of his reveries of the past.

“Well it’s not my fault that you’re too stunning to contain myself around,” the harbinger known as Tartaglia shot back playfully and moved to grab for your hand. You take quick notice of his actions and allow him to wrap his fingers around yours.

“Can we have dinner there!” you point excitedly at the Liuli Pavilion.

“Anything for you, love” he grins and pulls you two towards the restaurant.

The crowds parted at the sight of the young Fatui and his darling Y/N. He was accustomed to showing them off to everyone, proud of being able to pull someone as stunning and kind as them. Zhongli looks down, feeling sick, was that the feeling of seeing his dear Y/N with that man. He didn’t really move on. He stayed in Liyue’s harbors, sometimes you even caught glimpses of the God who stole and broke your heart in a different time.

“I love you,” Childe grins after pulling away from you. Allowing you to catch your breath following the heated kiss, before you respond,

“I love you more,” smiling back at your boyfriend before leaning in to steal another kiss. You move your arms to the back of his head, digging your fingers into his hair as he passionately returns your kiss. His own hand traveling low and playfully squeezing your ass. It was a simple show of affection between a young couple in love. A couple that most everyone was familiar with and adored. Of course the two of you thought you were in a secluded area, but there are people who have known this land and it’s hiding spots for years.

It was a shame, he thinks, as he watches you and the auburn haired man enjoy your day out together. Together. The word really hits him right then and there. You had moved on past your days with the archon.

He knows it’s selfish to continue to long for you. He left and hurt you so unfairly. You were someone precious to him, and he broke you without a care in the world.

“Zhongli, are you ok?” you asked meekly as you walked into your shared home. He’s agitated, pacing and scrunching his eyebrows. The normally calm composured man looked flustered and sad in a way.

“I want to take a break” he pronounced unexpressively. With blank amber eyes he tore your heart out. No, I don’t want this. I want to be with you forever. I don’t want to hurt you, he chides himself internally

Your silent tears hurt him more than any wound he’s received in battle. This is for you though. You don’t deserve this pain, but what you feel now is infinitely better than the suffering he would inflict on you in the future.

He stops himself from reaching out to you. That would only serve to give you false comfort. He leaves without another word, heart shattering more and more as you finally let out your sobs behind the door. This will be better for you, he justifies to himself, I could never give you what you wanted.

It was you who changed him. It was you who showed him how to really and truly love someone for the first time in his thousands of years of life. It was you who made him want to be better and grow.

“Why do you love me,” you asked suddenly, breaking the calm silence between you two.

“What kind of question is that?” he had questioned in return, slightly tilting his head to face you, truly puzzled as to why you were asking something like that.

“Well I’m not particularly special. My fighting skills are average. I’m not as attractive as others around here. I guess I’m just wondering why a God like you is interested in someone as average as me. I’m sorry this is probably annoying you” you mutter and turn away from him slightly to hide your face.

“You’re not average. You’re stunning, brave, true, and compassionate. You are so much more than even that. There has never been any other mortal that has ever captured my attention like you have. I only have my eyes for you so don’t apologize,” he answers honestly, gazing into your eyes, which were now welling with tears.

“I love you,” you whisper and let him wrap his arms around your body, pulling you close to him and offering a comforting touch.

“I love you more than you could ever imagine,” he mumbled into your hair and placed a light kiss on your forehead.

Something inside of Zhongli curls up and dies when he hears your illuminating laughter and head thrown back, as your E/C eyes gleam in the sun’s light. That should be him making you laugh. Him causing your happiness. Him kneeling on one knee. Him devoting his life to you.

“Yes!” you exclaim in shock at seeing the man you’ve spent the last two years with get down on one knee in front of you.

“I haven’t even asked anything yet,” he teases as he slides a silver band onto your finger, “but I’m glad you said yes.” you smile back at him and place soft kisses all across his face.

“Come on, let’s eat some golden shrimp on the roof over there!” he declares as he places another kiss on your cheek right before he takes off towards the roof of a building on the harbor.

This would be the final time Zhongli swears to himself again as he takes another glance at your grinning form. He knows it’s a useless promise because he knows that he’ll be back soon.

He thinks it’s ironic that it took leaving you to realize how much he can’t live without you.

As he turns away from the scene of the grinning couple, his heart crumbles, but it’s the thought that you would finally be happy, keeping him from breaking forever. Yes, he would be at your side for the rest of his days, it may not be in the way that he wanted, but he holds you too dear to leave for good.

“Goodbye for now my darling Y/N” the archon murmurs. He hopes you hear his requiem for what the two of you had. For what he would still protect and cherish, even as he watches it get replaced by someone you deserved more.

You hear a familiar voice faintly echo as you cling further into your now asleep fiance's arms and rest your head on his shoulder. As you feel a shadow of a kiss on your forehead you can’t help but think back to those precious times with your geo archon, “Until we meet again Zhongli. Perhaps in a different life I’ll be enough for you,” you whisper into the night.

The dragon lets out his final song, all the while your own resolve crumbles away, longing for the man you once called home, but accepting this wonderful future with a man you love.

a/n Feel free to drop a like or comment, it boosts my fragile ego. In a bit of pain if you couldn’t tell. I’ve also gotten too addicted to this game and it’s sekcee characters, please send help 🤧

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #angst #fluff #zhongli x reader x childe

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Borrowed Time (chapter 1)

Summary: Janus and his brother never got along, but when Virgil is poisoned in a fae uprising, Janus will stop at nothing to find the cure. Remus and his brother have grown apart, but Roman is about to make a dangerous deal, and Remus is the only one who can stop him. Maybe they can help each other out...

Or, LAOFT with soft Dukeceit

Characters: Janus, Virgil, Greta, Remus, Roman

Relationships: Romantic Dukeceit, familial Creativitwins, familial Janus and Virgil

Warnings: Poison, violence, minor character death, antagonist death, main character does murders

Word count: 3244

Also posted on my ao3: stormofstarlight

Author’s note: This is based on the amazing series Love and Other Fairytales by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors . Thanks to the wonderful people in the LAOFT server for encouraging me to write this!! This is an au where Remus is Roman's twin brother. Durant isn't in this, instead Janus is Virgil's brother.

Janus watched from the shadows as his brother returned to the forest, back from visiting her. Virgil had only known that witch for a decade or so, barely the blink of an eye in their long lives, but he spent almost every waking moment with her and her family, neglecting his own. He even left hardly any time to attend to his beloved forest. It was telling of how sentimental Virgil was, that he dedicated so much time and energy to a human who would soon be lost to the unrelenting claws of mortality – or perhaps it was more telling that Janus was so bothered by a mere few years of his brother not being around as often.

“Well, well, well,” Janus drawled as he stepped from the shadows. He hardly ever managed to startle his brother anymore, but he took delight in the way Virgil squeaked in surprise as he noticed him. “Decided to finally return home, have you?”

Virgil huffed, barely sparing a glance at Janus as he pushed past him into the trees. “I just came to get my new cloak; I want to show Grettie.”

Janus curled his lip. Grettie. Such a juvenile nickname, yet it was achingly affectionate. Nothing like Adder, a nickname Virgil only used because Janus refused to reveal his real name. “I don’t see why you spend so much time with that mortal,” Janus said, hurrying after his brother. “They’re terribly frail, aren’t they? And their lifespans are so short-”

In a flash, Janus was pressed up against a tree with a knife to his throat. Virgil had always been faster than him.

“If you hurt her…” Virgil hissed, his menacingly low voice sending a chill down Janus’ spine. The fiercely protective look in his eyes was like nothing Virgil had directed at Janus before. Maybe years ago, a similar look in those same eyes would have been used to defend him, but not anymore.

“I never said anything about hurting her,” Janus said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Virgil gave him a distrustful glare, but after a moment of consideration he released Janus and let him slump against the tree. He didn’t say anything else as he collected the cloak from his web.

Janus folded his arms to collect himself as he watched, his breaths coming out a little ragged. This was ridiculous, he chided himself. He shouldn’t be shaken by a mere threat, wouldn’t have been if it had come from any other fae. But Virgil was different, and not just because of his power. Every glare and scathing remark cut at something deep within him. They were brothers, created to be each other’s companions. A set. But somehow, they just didn’t fit together.

Virgil sent a wary glance back at Janus as he left the clearing, and as he turned away something broke in Janus’ chest.

Whatever. Fine. If Virgil wanted to spend all his time with the witch, so be it. If he’d decided he'd rather have a different sibling, it was no skin off Janus’ back. And as long as Janus didn’t try to say it out loud, maybe he could convince himself that was true.

A scream echoing through the forest ripped him from his thoughts.

Before Janus fully processed the sound, he took off running. Because that was the witch’s scream, and when someone was protected by the most powerful being in the forest, the only thing that could make them scream was if something happened to that being.

He thundered through the trees, not caring about what he trampled or how many branches he snapped. All that mattered was that he got to Virgil, before it was-

Too late.

The sight that greeted him when he reached the edge of the forest made his heart stop. The witch was crouched on the ground, wailing as she hunched over Virgil’s writhing body.

Virgil let out an anguished cry, and Janus rushed forward.

“Stay back!” The witch shrieked.

Janus did no such thing. He knelt by his brother’s side, and took his face in his hands. Virgil’s eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, his mouth contorted in agony.

This had to be poison. And a fast-acting one too.

Virgil had minutes at the most.

Janus’ vision blurred, and he vaguely registered the sensation of tears running down his face, but he paid them no heed. He summoned all the energy he could, calling to the furthest reaches of the forest as he grasped for something, anything that would help Virgil stay alive-

A blast erupted from his chest, sending forth all the magic he could gather. The ground shook underneath him and the air tremored, the sound leaving his ears ringing. He blinked away the spots that danced in his vision, and looked down at his brother.

Virgil was still.

Not moving, not breathing.

But looking at his serene face, Janus knew he was alive.

“What did you do to him?” The witch asked, her voice low and furious. Fiercely protective, as Virgil had been of her.

“He’s asleep,” Janus stated, his voice seeming distant even from himself. Asleep, but alive.

Janus carefully took the cloak that rested around Virgil’s shoulders. There had been attempts on Virgil’s life in the past, but never before had he been so careless as to let one of his possessions be tampered with. Sure enough, as Janus inspected it he noticed thorns laced through the stitching – so small they were almost invisible, the tips shimmering ever so slightly. Definitely poison.

Careful not to let any of the thorns nick his skin, Janus folded the cloak in his lap, and turned back to his brother and the girl who knelt beside him. He could leave Virgil with the witch – with Greta – and he would be in good hands. Perhaps they weren’t related by blood, but Greta cared for Virgil as much as Janus did, that much was clear.

Janus stalked off into the forest, whispering useless prayers under his breath. He knew of nobody more powerful than himself and his brother, but Virgil had always talked about a Mother who watched over them, and now all Janus could do was hope there was more truth to that than he had always believed.

It didn’t take long to find the usurpers – a crowd of fae were gathered in the forest, already revelling in celebration. Fools.

“The rebels who deposed the Spider King, I presume?” Janus asked as he stepped into their clearing, keeping a lazy gait to his step and a lightness to his voice that he didn’t feel.

All conversation ceased, only a few hushed whispers exchanged as the fae glanced worriedly at each other.

After a moment, one stepped forward. The pixie tilted his chin high, but his steps were tentative. “You, uh- presume correctly, Sire.”

Janus clapped his hands together once, the sound resonating through the clearing, and let a wicked smirk work its way onto his face. “You mean to tell me that you poisoned my brother, leaving him indisposed so that I may rule in his stead?”

The relief that washed over the clearing was palpable, and the pixie’s shoulders sagged. “Why, yes. We have always thought that you would be a superior leader, Your Highness.”

“Yeah!” Yelled a voice from the crowd. “Nothing like your brother, those humans have made him go soft.”

Janus chuckled, taking a few steps forward. “So, you think that my brother is too soft? And you want a stronger king?”

He was met with fervent nods from the crowd.

“And you all had a hand in his disposal?”

Eager murmurs of agreement echoed throughout the clearing. They really were foolish.

Janus reached out and took hold of the pixie’s chin, examining him. The greedy glimmer in his eyes was familiar to Janus by now, one that made men do awful deeds to gain power, but spinelessly grovel before anyone with more than them. “Well, in that case, I’ll give you exactly what you deserve.” He squeezed, and with a sickening crack of his skull the pixie went limp in his grip.

As the body sagged to the floor, shrieks echoed through the clearing. The crowd of fae scattered, diving for the cover of the trees and trampling their comrades in their rush to safety. Janus knelt, and slammed a hand onto the ground. The pulse of energy sent cracks through the earth itself, and cowardly fae in all directions crumpled to the ground as it hit them.

Janus surveyed the clearing around him, now littered with the bodies of traitors. Only one of the rebels remained, cowering in the bushes as if staying still would somehow make them invisible.

Janus stalked over to them and grabbed their collar, pulling them upright.

“Please, I didn’t- this wasn’t my idea, I just… I was just here, please don’t-”

“Shush,” Janus snapped. “If you want to live, you will run. Run through the forest and find every fae you can. Tell them, the Serpent King is on the throne.”

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Remus knew he was weird. He was the weird kid nobody at school wanted to speak to, who practically lived in the woods and could never seem to keep his fingernails clean. Who had no second thoughts about grabbing scones straight out of the oven no matter how many times Logan warned him they’d be scalding. Who wore shorts in the middle of winter and kept a raccoon in his room.

It hadn’t been so bad when he’d had his brother, but since Roman had found his own group of misfits the two of them had grown apart.

But now, Roman was about to make a huge mistake, and Remus couldn’t let him face it on his own.

“You shouldn’t do this,” Remus warned from his spot on Roman’s floor. He’d lounged here many a time before, when the two of them had been making up stories and laughing. But now he felt small, looking up at his brother who sat on his bed with folded arms. Roman’s cat stalked between the two of them, and while Dizzy had always been affectionate with Remus even when Roman himself had ignored him, even she seemed wary. Remus stroked the tail of his pet raccoon, and Iago curled tighter around his shoulders, almost as if he could sense Remus’ distress. Though, throughout the years Iago had proved more receptive to Remus’ emotions than most people.

“Oh, so now the guy who’s gotten suspended three times in the past year wants me to think about the consequences of my actions?” Roman raised an eyebrow, looking for all the world as if he couldn’t care less, but Remus heard the uncertainty in his voice. It was rare for his brother to be scared, and even less common for him to show it.

Remus threw up his hands. “Getting in trouble at school isn’t the same as making a deal with one of the fae. Roman, this is serious-”

“I know!” Roman snapped, a wild determination in his eyes. Then he leaned back against the wall. Dizzy hopped up onto the bed next to him, and Roman pulled her towards him. “I have to do this… for him. You didn’t see how sad he was, Re, you don’t understand.”

Remus did understand. He understood Roman better than anyone, and it was impossible not to notice the way Roman looked at Logan – or at Patton, for that matter. And how when one of the was sad, he would stop at nothing until he could slay whatever beast was troubling them.

“I have to do this,” Roman repeated, as if steeling himself. “So Logan can go to college. Because otherwise, he’ll never be able to leave. And I can’t just let him stay under his mother’s control for the rest of his life.”

Remus stared him down for a long moment, but Roman didn’t waver. Sighing heavily, Remus stood to leave the room. He paused in the doorway, glancing back at his brother. “Whatever. Goodnight Roman.”

“Night, Remus,” Roman muttered.

The two of them had shared until Remus had found Iago, and Roman had pointedly refused to share a room with a raccoon. Remus had been a little disheartened at the time, and couldn’t help wishing they were as close as Logan and his brother Thomas, but now he was glad of it.

Closing the door firmly behind him, he picked up his knife. Pulling the hem of his favourite T-shirt away from his body so it wouldn’t catch his skin, he sliced through the fabric, cutting a jagged strip.

He set Iago down on the bed, giving him a little scratch behind his ears. “You stay here, buddy. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Nothing could stop Roman from making the deal, but he couldn’t exactly do much about it if Remus did it first.

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It was a clear night; clear enough for the waxing moon to light Remus’ way as he skirted around the edge of the village. Only now did Remus realise that it was a little too close to being full for comfort, and he thanked whatever cosmic force was out there that the conversation hadn’t happened a few days later.

He rubbed his arms as he approached the hanging tree, wishing he’d had the presence of mind to bring a jacket. In fact, he was woefully unprepared for this entire encounter – he hadn’t even brought a charm for good luck, though at least he’d remembered to leave his knife at home. Attempting to make a deal with a powerful fae while armed would be inadvisable to say the least.

The hanging tree was already littered with numerous scraps of fabric, trailing limply from the branches in the chilly wind. Remus wondered, briefly, if this deal would prove as ineffectual as all of its predecessors. Because nobody made a deal with the fae and came out on top.

But if he didn’t do this, Roman would. So, strengthening his resolve, Remus wrapped the ragged piece of cloth around the branch and knotted it tightly, hoping he wasn’t tying his own noose in the process.

He cleared his throat, and spoke into the wind. “I’m here to barter for the changeling boy’s freedom.”

Remus always hated waiting, but the seconds ticking by now became unbearable as he fidgeted with the frayed fabric of his T-shirt. He glanced down at the hem mournfully; it had been one of his favourite tops, but at least the messy edge suited his style.

After what might have been minutes or hours, he began to get the distinct sense that he wasn’t alone. He almost jumped back in shock as he looked up, because standing right in front of him, less than a meter away, was a figure with his face obscured under a hood. His lips were curved into an amused smirk, and Remus briefly wondered how long the fae had been watching him fiddle with the frayed hem of his clothes.

“Well, out with it,” the fae boy prompted, leaning languidly against the tree. “You want the changeling boy’s freedom – what will you offer in return?”

“Oh, right…” Remus rubbed the loose threads of the hem between his fingers – at this rate, the T-shirt would be in tatters by morning, although hopefully he wouldn’t be stood out in the cold for that long. He just needed to get this deal over with, and think of something he could give. But it wasn’t like he owned anything that the fae could want; his house wasn’t exactly filled with treasure, and he wasn’t particularly skilled in any area that might be useful. All he really had to offer was… himself.

“I could help you,” he offered lamely, after a long pause.

The fae boy actually let out a chuckle, the low sound making Remus shiver. He leaned forward, folding his arms. “And what do you propose that you, a human, could help me with?”

“Anything you need,” Remus blurted, while his brain screamed at him that this was a bad idea, very very bad idea. But he didn’t have anything else to offer. “If you need, like… someone to do a task for you. Or to help you find something.”

The fae’s jaw tightened, and he cocked his head to the side. “I’m listening...”

Remus took a breath. “Well, I’m sure you’re really busy, so like if there’s ever anything you don’t have time to do or something, I could do it for you. Like, odd jobs and stuff.”

“Alright then,” the fae mused, “and now, a time frame.”

“What do you mean?” Remus asked.

The fae boy’s lip curled into a frown. “Well, since the curse was placed on the changeling by his mother, only she can undo it permanently. But I can… keep it at bay for a few years, so to speak.”

Remus bit his lip. He hadn’t planned for Logan’s freedom to only be temporary, but then he hadn’t planned much of anything. “College would take him three or four years,” he muttered, counting the numbers out on his fingers. “Maybe longer, and he still has a few years of school left… Um, seven years?” He raised his head to look back at the fae boy, who seemed to be watching him curiously.

With a quick nod, the fae boy extended a hand. “Seven years it is. Shall we shake on it?”

Remus hesitated. “So, L- the changeling can leave Wickhills for seven years, so he can go to college. And in return…”

“You shall give seven years of service to me,” the fae boy finished.

Remus looked down at the hand, still extended, beckoning him to shake it and seal the deal. Service to one of the fae may not be pleasant, but he could have come off far worse in the deal. Besides, he was doing this to keep his brother safe.

For Roman. Before he could loose his nerve, Remus grasped the fae boy’s hand with his own. His fingers brushed against cold scales, but he didn’t recoil.

As the fae retracted his hand, he swept back his hood.

Remus knew that fae were often considered ethereal, even beautiful, but nothing could have prepared him for how his heart stuttered as he laid eyes on the most captivating boy he’d ever seen. Iridescent green and gold scales glistened in the moonlight. They curved around his eyes – one a stunning yellow, the other a radiant green.

And Remus suddenly realised just how deep he’d thrown himself into this. Because the fae he’d just made a deal with was unmistakeably the Serpent King.

“The changeling is free,” the Serpent King said. “I shall call on you when I need you.”

“Wait!” Without thinking, Remus shot out his hand and grabbed the Serpent King's wrist, which was just about the stupidest thing he could have done. “I thought… aren’t you going to take the seven years all at once?”

The Serpent King shook his grip off with a glare. “I said no such thing. It would be far more beneficial for me to… borrow pieces of your time when needed.”

“But, the changeling-”

The Serpent King waved a dismissive hand. “His seven years shall pass linearly… I’m not a monster, despite what you might hear.”

“I don’t think you’re a monster,” Remus said quickly.

Something crossed the Serpent King’s face, but Remus couldn’t quite read it. “Very well. I shall see you soon.”

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