#where o where did my ability to write hide this time

[yokohamapound]

hii omg i just discovered ur blog and ur writing is! so! amazing!!! i’d like to request maybe chuuya, ranpo, dazai and fyodor with an s/o who likes to bite them playfully??

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Contents: NSFW references, biting, NSFW "punishments"

Nakahara Chuuya

The first couple of times you do it, Chuuya yelps and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks until your lips pucker out like a fish. 

“The hell was that for?” he demands. “Damn rabid brat.”

If you make a habit of it, however, he decides to fight fire with fire. If you sink your teeth into his arm, he’s going for your neck. If you bite his neck, he’s gonna yank down your pants and bite your thighs. Don’t try to one-up Chuuya, because you’ll likely fail. 

He gets into it. Before you know it, it becomes a habit to shove you up against the nearest vertical surface and leave a few bite marks and love bites on your throat, your chest, your arms. He’ll pin you in place with his Special Ability so you can’t wriggle away. If you’re going to bite him, then he’ll make sure you can’t hide the ones he leaves on you, either. 

Bite his neck during sex to make him go wild. 

Dazai Osamu

Dazai complains like a big baby when you sink your teeth into him. He blinks those big brown eyes at you and asks in a piteous voice why you’re always attacking him. In some ways, you’re more feral than some of the orphans he’s picked up. Atsushi turns into a literal tiger and he doesn’t bite!

Don’t let Dazai’s whining fool you—he doesn’t actually have a problem with you biting him now and then. You can’t do a whole lot through his bandages, anyway. 

Unlike Chuuya, he probably won’t bite you back. Not immediately, anyway. He’ll save it for when you’re spread underneath him, on the edge of an orgasm and begging for him to send you over the edge. That’s when he’ll sink his teeth into your inner thigh, or bite playfully at your nipples. He’s quite a proponent of mixing a little pain with your pleasure to heighten the sensation. 

If you bite him in bed, he moans and fucks harder, his back shuddering. 

Edogawa Ranpo

Look, I completely get it. Ranpo is such a cute little brat that he induces cute aggression in his partner, to the point where you quite literally want to bite him. 

The first time you do it, he's kind of confused. Did you mistake him for a gummy bear or something? But when he sees the stupid, glazed look in your eyes, he knows. 

"That's the same look the boss gets when we go to the cat cafe," he says, pointing his lollipop at you in accusation. "Next thing you're going to start waving a feather on a stick in front of my face."

Yeah, you've been tempted.

Ranpo won’t be the bigger man. He will absolutely bite you back. He has a habit of snapping at your fingers when you reach for his face or his snacks, or he might turn his head and bite your cheek or your chest like he’s biting into a steamed dumpling.

Chomp. 

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is a bit of a hypocrite here, seeing as he spends most of his time chewing on his own fingers. Obviously, evidence indicates that he is in fact very biteable. All that pale, pristine skin. How can you not want to leave a couple of marks on him?

However.

While he might excuse a love bite or two during your little conjugal sessions, he isn't nearly so forgiving of you sinking your little teeth into his arm or his shoulder or god forbid, his face whenever you get the urge.

He looks down at the teeth marks you've just left in his forearm and raises an eyebrow.

"Are you a kitten I took from its mother too early, my love?" he asks, his tone promising…something…later. "Or perhaps you have developed a case of vampirism.”

If he truly minded, he'd find a way to "encourage" you to stop, but as it is, he is more likely to have you restrict your biting to the bedroom, where he has the time and leisure to repay the favour as he sees fit. 

And if you don't heed him, he might just see fit to put you in your place, whether that be on your knees in front of his desk chair while he works, or bent over his lap while he disciplines you properly.

#yokohamapound #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #Edogawa Ranpo #Fyodor Dostoevsky #Dazai x Reader #Chuuya x Reader #Ranpo x Reader #Fyodor x Reader

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hi, I saw some of your IDV smut line prompt

If you still taking request from that and write for Wu Chang, can you do ❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜ and ❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

More specific for Fan Wujiu/Black Guard just being needyhorny for his S/O ( ╹▽╹ )

I did my best! I like the idea of Wu, Fan, and Xie being three different ppl

Rated: Explicit | Warning: Aphrodisiac

“I want you,” You jerk in surprise, so hyper-focused on decoding you had paid attention to your heart racing alerting you of the hunter's presence. “It hurts how badly I want you.” Wujiu, the black guard, is currently in control. He looks like a mess! You thought it was because of Naib kiting him for so long but he looks actually in pain. “You will help us.” Grabbing you and placing you over his shoulder. 

Wu Chang is the person they make, the souls within him are Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu. They are bound by the umbrella they carry, forever together but not able to see one another. During matches, the white guard and black guard are separate but whole, Wu's personality disappearing leaving the original two to hunt. It is very complex and you, the partner originally to only Wu, decided to just go with the flow.

In the manor, only Wu exists. He is a stoic man, very reserved. It took quite a bit of work to try to talk to let alone be in the current relationship you are in with him. Later, you met the pieces of the whole. Bi’an, the white guard, is the calm one who approached you post-match as Wu Chang was very eager to see you.

The eagerness one has when a loved one has been hurt. Your match with Ripper was scary, the map was new and London-based (Soho if you remember correctly). The fog everywhere, the dark alleys, all of it to his advantage. You barely escaped with another teammate.

Thank God that map was a one-time deal!

Wu grew worried and risked punishment crossing to the survivors’ portion of the manor to see you.

“Such love merits our meeting. You are his sun, his moon, the very earth he envies as it holds you up.” 

You… Well, you have never been described so highly.

As introductions are important, Bi'an greets you pleasantly as you are the object of Wu Chang's affection.

Later came Wujiu, well, he bared what he wanted from you very quickly.

You have been intimate with Wu Chang once, it was an emotional moment and intimacy was necessary. You love cuddling, love skin-on-skin contact, but sex never seemed on the table— Rather in other words: it scared you. The trust, the work, and then the fear if you mess up.

Lots of anxiety.

With Wu, it was nice, slow, and you felt at ease and content.

With Fan Wujiu, you discovered so much in two hours!

Being currently in the Chinatown map, he knows exactly where he is going to hide you and him until the ciphers are completed. His victory is already claimed as he chaired two of the survivors before grabbing you.

“I do not care who sees us,” The top floor with the mannequins, “I need you now.”

You nearly scream when literally pounces on you, something you are sure Bi'an will scold him about. You scare easily.

By the time the last cipher is popped (poor Weeping Clown), you are a mess and Wujiu does not seem any better.

“Please, we need– God, I physically can't!” How much more can this man give!?

“You can, you must.” And you do as you bite his shoulder to contain your voice. “Blame. That. Bug woman.” His thrust is erratic, clearly desperate, and you are getting more and more drunk off his cock.

You have no clue what that means but you can guess by the way he smells sweet and weird then her ability must have affected him.

Stay put. I'm coming.

Hunter has detection! Go, I'll take the dungeon.

“Wujiu…” Shit, you might pass out.

He squeezes you in his arms, “Stay awake.”

“Hmm,” Oh, you feel lightheaded. “Tíngzhǐ.”

And he listens, “You took me so well, little bird.” Praising you as he stops immediately, “Are you hurt?”

“Just dizzy. And hot. Fuck.”

“I can't give you the care necessary,” He wants to keep touching you, “My apologies.” You know he means that.

“Widow's peak. There.” You try to get your words out, “Later.” It is a spot where you meet Wu Chang often, a private neutral area.

“Of course.”

He gives you a moment before carrying you to the dungeon.

#reader insert #anon ask #idv #idv wu chang #wu chang x reader #wu chang x you #identity v #identity v x reader #identity v x you #identity v wu chang

[beewolfwrites]

Hiii! I've been on your blog for a while and really liked everything you wrote Chishiya related (I'm reallyyy looking forward for the new chapters in vThe Oar in the Sand", I literally spent the whole night reading your series and now I'm hungry for more of it :3)

Anyway besides screaming my love for your writing I came to humbly ask if you could write some chishiya x fem!reader, where his coworkers didnct know he had and S/O at all and are pretty shocked (honestly I ate this prompt every time)

Have a wonderful day and drink water! Can't wait to hear from you :3

Hey! Thank you so much, I hope you enjoyed the series so far, and I've started writing the next chapter of The Oar in the Sand so hopefully I'll be able to update it soon, and I may even post a little snippet of the new chapter later today :)

I really enjoyed writing this, even if it's mainly Chishiya destroying the dreams of one hopeful nurse. Your water reminder was kind of an inspiration too.

Have a wonderful day too!!

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Long shifts were always tiring. Not so much because of the complexity of the surgeries - with my skills, even ten hour operations were manageable, and once you removed yourself emotionally even the most intricate surgeries felt mechanical. No, what drained me most was the small talk, that calm, reassuring bedside manner that I'd spent years mastering. It was like playing a role, one that I felt no familiarity towards, no joy. And then there were the questions…

‘Will I be okay, Doctor?’ 

‘What will happen to me? Will I be able to live a normal life?’ 

‘Will I see my family again?’ 

Such ridiculous questions. Everything in this world comes with risk. They were more likely to die in a car accident on the way to the hospital than on my operating table. And if life was simply a gamble, what difference did it make?

The hospital was quieter now as the night staff began to arrive, trading shifts with their daytime colleagues. Outside, the sky had darkened into dusk and the city skyline burned neon. I headed back to my office, shrugging off my white coat and hanging it on the wall beside a dusty looking picture that had been part of the room long before I moved in. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of leaving the office door open. 

‘Chishiya-sensei?’ 

One of the nurses, Honoka, was lurking in the doorway, her fist raised as if she had intended to knock before seeing that I was there. She was only a couple of years older than me, but clearly lacked the ability to realise when her presence wasn’t needed. Or wanted, for that matter. 

‘Honoka,’ I replied cooly. I was too drained to bother with a false smile. 

Again? Let’s get this over with. 

She fluttered about nervously, one hand hidden behind the door frame. How pathetic. Obviously she was hiding some kind of token - a gift, of sorts. 

‘Is it a bad time? I wanted to catch you before you went home for the day.’

Losing interest already, I diverted my attention to my bag, searching through the pockets and feeling around at the base. Hospitals were funny about their rules, what you can and can’t wear due to risk of infection. Still searching, I cut to the chase. 

‘Did you have something for me?’ 

Her jaw dropped and her eyes averted immediately. ‘How… How did…’ She shook head and revealed her hand. She was holding a bottle of strawberry flavoured water, which she immediately presented to me. ‘I just wanted to congratulate you on the surgery this afternoon.’ 

I glanced at the bottled water. ‘The appendectomy?’ 

A basic one-hour procedure… talk about grasping at straws. 

‘Err, yes.’ She gulped. 

She was unsure of herself now, possibly because I lacked any and all interest. Sighing, I checked one last pocket in my bag before finally finding what I was looking for. The wedding band was cool and familiar in my palm, and I slipped it on my finger. 

‘Thank you Honoka,’ I said, taking the water from her. ‘I think I’ll save this for my wife. She’ll probably be tired.’ 

Honoka’s expression drained of all colour. ‘Your… your wife, Chishiya-sensei? You never mentioned you were married.’ 

I smiled - the same cheerful mask I had worn for years now. ‘I don’t believe anybody asked.’ 

And I don’t believe it’s anybody’s business. 

I slotted the bottled water in my bag, only for Honoka to flinch. ‘I just thought you might have been thirsty.’ 

Hauling my bag onto my shoulder, I slipped past her in the doorway on my way out. ‘My wife likes strawberry. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.’ 

I didn’t bother to look back, even though this news would spread like wildfire around the hospital staff by the next morning. I didn’t care. If anything, it was one less nuisance to deal with; Honoka, or any of the other nurses, wouldn’t be paying any impromptu visits to my office from now on. My thumb stroked the wedding band on my finger, a constant reminder of the only thing that truly mattered. 

As if on cue, my phone hummed in my pocket. It started as a one-off after a bad day, but when one bad day turned into a bad week, a bad year, and then a bad workplace, your post-shift phone calls quickly became a familiar habit. Surprisingly one that I never tired of. 

I picked up, skipping the greetings. ‘You’re finished already?’ 

‘Yep! Just heading to the car now. Where are you?’ 

‘What a coincidence,’ I said, using my free hand to take out my car key. The headlights flashed in the distance. ‘I’m on my way.’ 

You sighed on the other line, and I could hear the muffled sounds of you sliding into the driver’s seat. ‘Today’s really dragged, huh? I can’t wait to see you. It’s been terrible.’

‘Terrible, hm?’ I opened the door to my own car. 

‘Yeah. I’ve been so busy! They just keep throwing work at me and I can’t keep up. None of us can. I don’t know how long I can keep working here, Shuntarou.’

‘Well,’ I said, sliding my bag into the passenger seat. ‘I’ve got a story that’ll cheer you up.’

‘A story?’  

I smiled. ‘You like strawberries, right?’ 

#alice in borderland #chishiya #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #imawa no kuni no arisu #aib

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

HIHI! Im not really good at requesting things so I apologize in advance of this seems weird😭 odd request but!1!1 could you maybe do Rui with a s/o that’s a lunar moth demon? Like has the wings and antennas of said moth and stuff :)

Hiya Anon! (^○^) First off I want to thank you for requesting, especially something so fun!

Please don't apologize either, I'm more than happy to write your request ☆ If you have anymore please send them my way!

I just hope that i've done your request justice....

Also as I've written quite a bit I'm gonna stick these headcanons under a 'Keep Reading' line which I hope you don't mind.

Rui x Luna moth Demon S/O - Headcanons:

To Rui, you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his long life - Your just absolutely stunning!

Even before you both started a relationship – back when you first met each other, where you were injured + caught in his web and he was going to eat you 😊 – you held a ethereal beauty that soothed him yet made him yearn

…….he did threaten to eat you a lot at the beginning of your friendship, although now he threatens to eat you in a joking manner

Big beautiful pearlescent green wings that shimmer when you move – covered in a soft fuzz and a gentle dust – the crescent moons on your wings winking each time you move.

Your bottom wings have these beautiful twisting tails too which happen to trail on the floor alot so you have a tendency to stay above ground so they don't get damaged

Rui does help you keep them intact and healthy

Your antennae sit comfortably on your forehead just above your brows, resting on your head when not in proper use - as if your letting them relax

They happen to be as equally as soft as your wings, and feathered out elegant – the colour a mellow yellow, slightly dull in comparison to your wings

Of course Rui doesn’t touch your wings or antennae too much, he knows both are delicate – that and your sense of smell is incredibly sensitive due to your antennae…

Your eyes are stunning too, a beautiful shade of (E/C) that have the amazing ability to see everything around you in hyper detail

It just also happens that due to your amazing eyesight you happen to be a bit light sensitive…..

Although funnily enough, light is something that grabs your attention quickly? You just have to investigate it at all costs

Does that mean Rui has to constantly be vigilant for unusual light sources? Yes

Also your eyes glow – like a cat’s – when light is shone at them

Has this accidently scared members of the spider family? Yes! Have any of them learnt not to shine lights around so you don’t accident scare them? No

Honestly each and everyone of your features are beautiful to Rui

You differ so much to him and his spider qualities - although his eyes do the glowy thing too (which is terrifying! Why did spiders have to have the glowy eye things too?!)

Your method of hunting is fascinating too.

Completely different to his hunting.

Soft clicks leaving your throat in odd patterns to confuse your prey (and predator) as you lead them off on a wild + intoxicating dance before devouring them swiftly

Hiding away above in the forests canopy, your eyes that see all analyzing everything about your prey from the way they stand to the sound of their blood + heart rate

You can go months between eating - Lunar moths lack mouths completely and survive of off their own body fat - although you eat ALOT when you finally do need to eat which Rui happily provides for you

Your blood is also moth-like! Instead of a deep crimson its a deep and haunting blue - Although if you were to ever get injured to the point of shedding blood, Rui is personally hunting & killing the thing that harmed you down

Rui does like to spoil you

He always manages to find - or maybe make? - the finest fabrics and furs for you, everything is suited to your tastes and wants

The fur is always soft and warming due to your obsession with warmth and keeping it locked in your body

The flesh you consume is only ever hunted by his or your hand - Rui only ever does this for you

Your bestowed his love and affection for all of time

His small smiles and feather soft kisses - Cold lips brushing along the apple of your cheek in a sign of affection as you walk together with hands holding

Soft and gentle hands upon your face, appendages and body

Your the only one who he whispers compliments and praise too

The only one he'll ever shed tears for - In sadness, anger, lust and happiness etc.

You are his love

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny rui x reader #kimetsu no yaiba rui x reader #demon slayer rui x reader #rui x reader #anime x reader #x reader #rui #kny rui #kimetsu no yaiba rui #demon slayer rui

[chimcess]

→ Chapter Nine: Landscapes Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 10.2k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the newest Bridd, a young girl who was given her position too early. Now a woman, Y/N is revered amongst the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Warnings: ANGST, strong language, PTSD, flashbacks, self-hate, self-depreciation, talks of death, nosey birds, Moland is a lot of fun to write about, (sorta) theft, home sickness, magic, very tame A/N: Don't know how I feel about this chapter. It was a bit difficult to write. I think you'll understand why in a moment. Thanks for reading!

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Namjoon pov

I stood inside of a small boat house, Bridd’s scent faint, but I knew it was fresh. At least I could give Jimin that. Hoseok said to take a look around outside and try to follow it. I sighed. I had already done that. I had done it yesterday as well, but Jimin demanded I go back to double check. Today’s assessment was much better than yesterday's so I was able to pick up the subtle nuances within it. She had been standing where my feet were planted no more than 48 hours earlier. 

“She’s long gone,” Hoseok’s voice was clear in my head despite him being five miles away. “Wonder where she went.”

“Taehyung said something about Viridi Gramine,” Hyuna chimed in. She had been relatively quiet, her thoughts only focused on catching any sign of Bridd. “Do you think she’s headed that way?”

“Doubtful,” I followed the trail from the small cot on the floor to the fridge. “I don’t believe she was ever going to see our cousins.”

Hyuna contemplated this. Hoseok felt guilty. Both of us scolded him for this. He had been hard on himself over the entire ordeal. He thought if he had been able to speak to Bridd and Jimin that this situation would have never happened. Apologizing, the younger wolf went back to wondering where she could have gone.

“Not far,” Hyuna mused.

“She could be out of Moland by now,” I added. “I don’t know which way she would have gone. She might be lost out there.”

That worried all of us. Hoseok knew her better than I did and kept thinking about how little she knew of the outside world. She would have no idea where she was without a map. Hyuna had more faith in her ability to survive out there, and I leaned more towards her thought process. If she needed to fight, she could, and her shifting would lend itself useful regardless. She had probably flown over the swamps and into Clarcton. That would be the easiest and most efficient use of her time.

“That makes the most sense,” Hoseok thought.

Following her scent outside, it stopped on the small deck just outside of the home. She had to have shifted from here. We would not be able to find her. Hoseok huffed in annoyance, Hyuna tried to soothe him, and I could finally pick up my sister’s thoughts. She was worried about everyone, not that it surprised me, Yeong-Mi was always giving herself migraines and panic attacks. 

“Shut up,” She snapped at me, her tone biting. I could still hear the stress underneath it. “He’s right, oppa,” Yeong-Mi was talking to Hoseok now. “You can’t blame yourself. We all know who’s to blame for this.”

Sol’s face came to her mind. It was distorted, the Luna’s features not quite right. My sister saw Sol as often as the rest of the village did, and her memories did not do the older girl justice. Mini told me she did not care how wrong she remembered Sol’s face; she had no thoughts of facing the stupid woman anytime soon. Hyuna agreed with a delighted giggle. Hoseok mumbled something about her only trying to help but none of us paid it any attention.

“Sol can’t bear all the responsibility,” I gently chastised my little sister. “Bridd still made the choice to run off.”

“If she had minded her own business,” Mini barked, her stress and frustration boiling over, “-Bridd wouldn’t have run away! God, the nerve. Who would say something like that to Jimin Oppa when we all know just how stressed he’s been?”

“An idiot,” Hyuna bit, her anger surfacing once more. She had always had an issue with Sol. “Between Bo, his brother, and the copiae the man hasn’t had a break.”

I had tried to stay neutral, but I could not help agreeing with Hyuna. Sol had been out of line and overstepped. I found solace in Taehyung’s own reaction to her wrongdoing. The boy had yet to touch his mate since Jimin went into a frantic panic in the middle of the night once he found his girl’s bed empty, and rumors of their constant arguing since the morning Bridd went missing were spreading throughout Bangtan.

“Eun-Jin told me Jimin said she was going to the Ozryn mountains alone,” My sister supplied. “I haven’t been around him since she left, so I don’t know what really happened, but he’s devastated about this.”

Hoseok growled when Jimin’s name came up. Mini took up for her favorite alpha while I reminded him of the situation at large. What Sol told Jimin was a very harsh, unrealistic, misrepresentation of Bridd’s plans. He was reacting on what he knew, or lack thereof, and lashed out. Hoseok vehemently disagreed until Hyuna asked him how he would have reacted if he was convinced she was going off to kill herself after she just recovered from a previous injury.

“She’s alone out there,” Hoseok grunted, his fire burnt out in the face of his wife. “He should have never let that happen.”

“It’s not his fault,” I was pleasantly surprised to hear Jungkook’s older brother, Jong-Hyun. He had been searching the east for a scent but came back around once he realized my sister had left him behind. “They’re both stubborn and I don’t think little miss witch would have allowed him to go. Ji-Hyun said the two of them got into an argument the afternoon she left, and he feels partially responsible for whatever happened between them.”

I growled, “That boy’s attitude is going to get him hurt. Is that why Callisto’s been even more irate than normal?”

Mini laughed, “I think that’s just how she is around you.”

All of us shared a laugh, the tense moment going by. Hyuna and Hoseok had finally found one another, and my sister was their next stop. She was almost to Syrena, and the couple wanted to go for a swim. The rest of us turned down their offer. I did not want to be a magindara’s next meal. Yeong-Mi decided to wait for them so she could keep an eye out for any elves. 

Drowning out their voices, I continued sniffing. I knew finding a trail would be next to impossible unless I went deeper into the swamps, but elves could be anywhere. My fear for Bridd came back. I hoped to God that she was safe and watching her back out there. I knew she could handle her own, but she was not infallible. 

I sat there, staring out at the brown water, willing it to tell me where to go next, until Hyuna let me know Taehyung was looking for me. My father was concerned about a party of elves spotted in the northwestern corner of Moland and wanted me out of the forest. Jimin was refusing to come home so Taehyung needed me to help him plan strategies. Hyuna had rounded back to meet up with me near Bridd’s cottage.

“We’re leaving him out here alone?” I asked her.

“Of course not,” The small, red wolf replied. “Jong-Hyun and Hoseok are scouting him out. He’s somewhere deep in the forest.”

She was disappointed that their beach trip was postponed but chose not to comment on it. I tried to comfort her in my own way, picturing the two of them swimming and laughing together another day, but she waved me off. She was grateful but did not want to talk about it knowing it would bother Hoseok.

“And he hasn’t found anything?”

“Nothing.”

Stepping into Bridd’s clearing, I admired the wildflowers. She had to have the most beautiful oasis in all of Lustra. Her cottage was surrounded by a beautiful garden filled with vegetables, fruits, and herbs. A large, porcelain bird bath at the very front of the house that, for some reason, never ran out of water. It was odd how perfectly made and curated the meadow was. The Gods must have made it this way so the Bridd would not grow depressed inside. Hyuna was laying in the grass close to the destroyed house. Taehyung said an elf was the one who did all of the damage. Bridd’s scent stuck to the wood, but it was starting to fade.

“I wanted to go inside,” Hyuna looked at the large hole in the front of the house, her mind revealing just how sad she felt. As much as she scolded Hoseok for harboring guilt, she had her own. “I don’t think Jimin would appreciate it. This is the only place that still smells like her.”

“He’s been here,” My friend’s scent was heavy in the air. Fresh. “Is he sleeping in there?”

She nodded, “I think he’s trying to fix the place up. Jungkook was talking about it with Cadoc. Jimin’s obsessed with having everything fixed before she comes home.”

 We shared a look. Neither one of us were very hopeful that our little bird would be back anytime soon. I had more faith in her survival abilities than Hyuna did, but neither one of us had any way of knowing when she could realistically get back. 

Hyuna remembered her trips to Bangtan back when she still lived in Viridi Gramine. The mountains were harsh, unforgiving, and absolutely lethal. She was a princess, royal and proud in her bloodline, and traveled with the most experienced and strong guides in the land, and still there was always a chance she could never return. After she became of age and found Hoseok, the thought of going through those mountains had never passed her mind before her mother grew ill.

I had never crossed Ozryn myself, but I knew it was a harsh place to be. Hyuna’s memories alone left a chill in my bones. Bridd could very well die out there and no one would be able to stop it from happening. I entertained the thought of Jimin and I leaving Foxglove behind to find her, but one look from Hyuna wiped it clean from my mind. We could not leave the village until we knew more. 

Bridd’s death would destroy Jimin, and I was certain Taehyung and Sol’s marriage would fall apart for a time. More than it already had. The Park family would never be the same. For that I desperately hoped she would come to her senses and come home but knew she would not. The little flicker of fire I had seen in those eyes when I showed up to her cottage after Sol’s birthday had told me more about her than the years, we had orbited one another’s atmosphere. She had more in her than Hyuna realized.

“She’s never seen so much of the world before,” Hyuna whispered like we were breaking some unspoken law. “How can she know where to go if she doesn’t know what to look for?”

“She has maps-”

“Maps that predate the industrial revolution,” Hyuna was quick to cut me off. “That girl is blind, and you and I both know it.”

I did not have to speak- we both knew we were on the same page. Still, I told her how fierce Bridd could be when she felt threatened. Showing her our fight outside of the cottage, Hyuna chuckled. 

“She’s a fighter, that’s for sure. Still, I worry. When she was in the infirmary all of the witches said that they were used to her fainting spells. How can we know she won’t do that out there?”

I shook my head. “We don’t. We just have to have faith. For Jimin’s sake. For her friends’ sake.”

“And Bridd’s,” Hyuna added.

“And Bridd’s,” I agreed.

A howl echoed through the forest, and I knew I had to get going. Taehyung rarely shifts these days so it must be urgent. Hyuna decided to tag along and wait for her husband at the Temple. She daydreamed of taking a few swings at Sol if given the chance while we ran. I chose to ignore it.

As we got closer to the village, I began to hear the voices of the other copiae that joined the search party. The loudest was Ji-Hyun who complained of his sister-in-law’s melodramatics. Hyuna fought back a snarl, her thoughts murderous. The younger wolf had the decency to drop the subject, but my distaste for him did not change. Taehyung shared my sentiments and told the Park boy to go home for the day. He was able to keep his thoughts to himself long enough to change and our connection severed.

“Irrumator,” Hyuna grunted, her thoughts of Sol swirling into Ji-Hyun. 

I chuckled, “He’s young. Cut him some slack.”

“He’s older than Taehyung!” Hyuna barked. “That boy knows better, and what he said to Bridd was so out of line. How dare you defend him?”

I whined, bowed my head, and looked down. Submitting was not something I did often, but I respected Hyuna enough to do so. A fight was the last thing I wanted. Besides, if I had an issue with Hyuna that would mean I had an issue with Hoseok, and that was not something we could not afford right now. Not with this war starting.

“It’s not defending him,” I tried to keep any annoyance for her out of my tone. “I just think this is a time for unity. Arguing and fighting about something we cannot change is pointless.”

She huffed but dropped it. I knew I had won our little exchange and held my head up high. Now, more than ever, we needed to let things go. Taehyung’s thoughts showed his conflicting feelings. While he agreed we needed to come together to fight, to deal with this threat together, he was hurt and angered by his friend’s disappearance. I could see underneath it all, however, he felt betrayal from the one person he held dearest.

Sol brought up mixed emotions of my own. I had wanted her for so long, my longing to be the leader of my people blinding me. When Taehyung was chosen, I was disappointed, but any romantic feelings I may have harbored for the young Luna vanished. Even if my actions after did not reflect it, I was happy for my little cousin.

His wife was never someone I had been particularly close with. She was obsessed with Jimin for years. I could not recall the number of times I could hear her daydreaming about him when we went on walks together. Ahn had asked for me to be her escort when she shifted, and the ramblings of a teenage girl were the last thing I needed to hear. Especially when I found myself wanting to be at her side, to rule and lead, and her thoughts of me only commenting on how ugly I was.

To say she was distraught over Jimin’s lack of interest was an understatement. The poor girl was begging the other alpha to have his way with her- mates be damned. Sol was lucky he was nothing short of a good man. Anyone else might have been tempted, but not Park Jimin. He was kind, cordial, and played with her often, but any sexual advances were immediately shut down. I know why now, and through that lens it was easier to wrap my head around. He was already deeply enamored with another.

Sol’s entire life was flipped upside down once she found herself in Taehyung’s arms. Confusion and disbelief were very prominent at first, but that quickly melted away into adoration. It was as if she had always loved him. For Taehyung the feeling was mutual. Before Sol, he had his eyes set on a local girl called Minji. 

Still, I could only guess Sol could not stop herself. It was almost a reflex for her to dote on Jimin at this point. They were closer in age than the rest of us (save Taehyung), though Jimin was a good 7 years older than her, and he was always kind and thoughtful. When she heard that he might be harmed she ran to his side. What she told him, things I only knew because Jimin would not stop thinking about that night, were only meant to help him. She pushed her friendship with Bridd aside to go to him, put her trust with Taehyung under the guillotine, and even risked ruining her bond with Jimin himself in order to protect his heart. It would be admirable if she had thought it over for a few minutes instead of rushing to his house like a bat out of hell, spewing out the most over dramatic and, frankly, not truthful, versions of events.

The argument he had with Bridd was based on what Sol had said. He was already agitated enough as it was. His pack of fifteen had been reduced to seven and the newer recruits were too young. Stress and frustration bubbled over the moment the Luna’s mouth opened. She said Bridd was planning on dying, that the witch was lying to everyone about where she was going, that she was hellbent on making up for her past mistakes. Ridiculous, and while partially true, it was spoken by a teenage girl who did not listen to a word the messenger had said. At that moment all Jimin could hear was his mate marching to her death so she could make up for keeping her mouth shut.

It was still strange to think about what Bridd did. I was annoyed she had kept her visions to herself but that faded once I realized that she was terrified and could do nothing. We were not on good terms. Foxglove had removed themselves completely and Ahn had not been quiet about his plans to go to her cottage. I could not blame her for feeling hesitant to say something when she was not sure what the threat could be. Ahn could have had the witch killed.

“He would have been a fool,” Hyuna mumbled. 

“When wasn’t he?” I asked rhetorically.

The others all shared my sentiment. Bridd was the last person to blame for what happened, and her actions the minute she realized what was happening showed how much she cared. Cadoc helped those who were on the fence come back on our side. The way he described waking up and seeing the little witch girl who fumbled and fought by his side, broken and bleeding, was enough to make the toughest cry. When he said the second her eyes opened all she could think about was getting to Foxglove as quickly as possible any whispers of her being ill-intentioned were dashed away. Only a select few still felt weary of her, Ji-Hyun being one of them, but they were at least attempting to be decent for the pack’s sake.

We were at the village’s edge now and I parted ways with Hyuna. She gave me a brief goodbye before leaving me to shift. I was more private than the others, especially Hoseok and Hyuna, and they were used to giving me the space I desperately craved during the shift. It was my most vulnerable moment and I hated feeling seen. 

We had various items of clothing hidden within Bangtan. None of it was meant to fit well or be personable, but it was practical. My mother was in charge of keeping the copiae clothed and taken care of a job that she took very seriously, and it was one of the only things my father felt proud of. He would often put her down and tell her she needed to do better, be better, and all of the other strange demeaning slogans the older men in town harped on about. I had never been able to see the fault of any of the women, my mother even more so, but she never commented on it and neither did I. 

I found a pair of large, baggy pants and shifted. Putting on the cotton garments, I decided to forgo a shirt and made my way to the Temple. Taehyung was waiting for me, and I would not cause him undo stress. He was dealing with so much already and I did not want to add to my cousin’s weight. I think I have done enough of that already.

Walking through the town, I caught sight of Jimin’s mother. She was helping Jungkook’s father cut wood for his roof. The Parks were a strange family. Mi-Jeong was outspoken, loud, and fierce. She did not bow down to men the way the others did, and her stubborn streak was only rivaled by her youngest child. My own family often spoke of her ‘atrocious’ behavior, but I was only ever endeared by Mi-Jeong. 

Ji-Hyun had been a quiet kid, favoring his mother more with his sharp features and moss-brown eyes. He followed his brother around for years and Jimin never complained. That lonely quietness followed him into his teenage years, but when he fell in love with a human girl that forced a fierce, possessiveness to form. He fought for her, both verbally and physically, and that changed him. His attitude was horrible, always defensive and quick to judge, but he had a love and devotion for his family unlike anything I have ever seen. Somehow, even more than his older brother.

Jimin, for all his faults, was someone who had always fascinated me. From the time he was born he had the village at his feet. His father had been a strong, powerful man who was every bit the wolf our people expected. His choice of bride was bizarre, but everyone was sure if anyone could handle Mi-Jeong it was Ji-Won. Jimin, like his father, bore all the hallmarks of a Park. Charming, witty, and courageous. What set him apart, however, was the sweetness he kept hidden away from the others. I saw it. I had always seen it.

The first time was when I watched him chase after butterflies in his backyard. He was no older than four, but at that age boys were expected to show signs of maturity. In public, Jimin was the picture-perfect child. However, as I watched him blow bubbles, giggling a sound so sweet it made my teeth hurt, before taking off after a monarch, I knew whatever he was doing was an act. 

I frowned. His sweetness was showing once more, now very publicly, and I was not sure how he was handling it. He was not allowing anyone to speak with him, shunned his closest friends, and was hiding away waiting for the other piece of his heart to return. Such a strange sight, Park Jimin weak and in pain.

Mi-Jeong caught my eyes just then and I could see it in her as well. She was so sad, so worried. I hoped her family would come together but doubted that would happen. At least, not until Bridd came back. If she came back. I shuddered to think about the fate of the Park family if she did not return home. 

I did not stop to speak to anyone like I normally did. My mind was too scattered and, frankly, I was done with conversation. Having a constant cycle of thoughts and voices in your head would do that. Luckily, no one seemed bothered by my silence. We were all living in uncertainty since losing one of our strongest fighters.

“Anything new, dog?”

I grit my teeth. I knew that voice. It was grating in its smoothness. Taking a deep breath, I turned to look across the way.

Of course, he would be here.

Seokjin had become my own personal hell over the last few days. The man could hold a grudge and had still not forgiven me for lunging at his friend. Now he was standing there, a stern look on his face, his eyes filled with disdain. Beside him was a face I did not see as frequently. Yoongi looked worse than ever. He was thin and frail, much frailer than he had been before he was blinded, and his hair messy. His eyes were even bluer today than they were when I had last seen him. His pupil was nearly gone.

“Unfortunately, not,” I deadpanned, trying to get out of this as quickly as possible. “There’s still a few out searching, but I was called away.”

“Hmft,” Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes darkening even further. “Figures.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded, not liking the tone in his voice.

I did not like much about him.

“You don’t care if you find her or not,” He replied, his voice dripping with anger. “None of you do.”

I was exasperated, “You know that is not true-”

“It’s that bitch’s fault she’s gone,” Seokjin shouted over me.

“Stop yelling,” I was attempting to keep myself calm. We were causing a scene. My father was going to be furious. “I’m aware of what Sol has done. Neither one of us are happy about it, but I’m not God. I can’t turn back time just like I can’t bring her back. What’s done is done.”

“Yet you still follow her orders like some lap dog.”

“I follow Taehyung,” I corrected. “By extension, that means I follow his wife. We are at war, Seokjin. I’m sorry about Bridd, truly I am, and I hope she is alive and well, but my life does not revolve around her. I have a village to protect, a village she is not in, and I will not leave it to burn to go on some wild goose chase.”

Seokjin’s face was red now, his eyes moist from unshed tears. I could not help but pity the fool. Bridd was a close friend of his and she abandoned them. It was a harsh word to use, but that was the only one that truly captured the anguish the witches felt. I could not say how the others were doing. They made their disgust for our governing bodies known the night she went missing. Sol banned them from returning to the Temple after the woman who was always hanging off of Seokjin’s arm shouted at her. None of us had seen their little group leave the Park house since.

“You’re going to let her die,” He finally spoke, the accusation a punch in the gut.

Yes, I would let the witch girl die if it meant saving my own. She was nothing to me. We were hardly friends, and while I respected her, that did not mean I would choose her over my sister. Being here was far more important to me than that woman’s life. If the stakes were not so high then I would gladly hunt her down, but that was not the life we were living. I had to trust that she knew what she was doing and be okay with it. 

“Jin,” Yoongi stepped in. I had forgotten he was there. “Let it be. Namjoon has done what he can. Let’s go back to Mi-Jeong’s.”

I was glad he seemed to be more reasonable than Seokjin. Stealing another look at him, I was pleased to see his hair was growing. That meant he was eating well enough. It was a shame no one knew how to help his condition. I could not imagine losing my vision within a blink of an eye. Then I remembered that he did not just lose it. Yoongi had been in agony, his head felt like it had been slammed through the thick cement of the castle walls, and his fear sent him into panic attacks. Samanya told me she had only ever seen it happen once. The spell should have killed him, and he was lucky to have survived with only his eyesight lost. I doubted he felt that way.

“But-”

“Drop it,” The raven-haired man stopped Seokjin before he could get another word in. Without looking, he addressed me. “I apologize for his callousness. We are all worried. I hope you understand.”

This was the most I had ever heard him speak, even counting the time all of us had been at Bridd’s cottage in the Spring. “It’s not an issue. I hope you are better.”

It was unnerving to talk to someone who did not look at my face. Yoongi stared out towards the south end of the village, his eyes untrained and unresponsive, and he showed no signs that he was having a discussion with anyone. Even his voice remained monotone and unwavering. Gruff and smokey while the intention was flat.

“I am fine,” He replied, “We are here because my mother was interested in how far you believe she could be. I will let her know that she must have shifted, and her scent was lost.”

“Thank you,” I replied, impressed he was able to keep Seokjin quiet for this long. “She was inside of a houseboat for a few hours before leaving. Any ideas?”

“Thelma,” Seokjin grunted. “Must have slept and then taken off. Was anything missing?”

I shrugged, “I couldn’t say. I’m sorry.”

Seokjin shook his head angrily.

“No need to apologize,” Yoongi raised a hand and dropped it immediately. I had no idea what he was trying to do but decided it did not matter. “We’ll leave you alone now.”

Seokjin seemed to open his mouth to argue but decided against it. I smirked triumphantly. I should keep the blind witch around more often. He had the perfect effect on the annoying one. Scowling, Seokjin wrapped an arm around Yoongi and turned back toward the direction of the residential district. 

Taehyung was pacing when I finally found him in the Temple library. Books were scattered about the tables, a few pages torn out stacked messily on the edge of the large oak table he had been sitting at. His blonde hair was shaggy now, the back of it just past the nape of his neck while the rest hung just below his ears. My little cousin kept thick wavy bangs that fell over his eyebrows which were now so long they had to be held from his eyes back with a headband. 

I was worried for him. He was frightened and slowly losing his composure. He was able to hold it together long enough to make it through meetings with the elders. He refused to show them any weakness. He did not want to prove Ahn right. However, anyone could see how much the pressure was starting to affect the young boy. Jimin was trying to keep him sane through this, but he was dealing with his own problems.

I had taken it upon myself to pick up where he slacked. I owed it to the both of them after my part in their exile. Taehyung was better at forgiveness than Jimin, but the both of them had given me grace I did not deserve. I was lucky. Other men might have taken my head after the show of disrespect. Jimin very well might have if he was not so concerned with upsetting his mate. 

I needed to stop thinking of them. Taehyung had called me for a reason, and I had to be there for my cousin. His pacing did not slow or stop when I came in, so I was sure he was not about to talk war with me. He seemed to calm down when we talked about strategy.

“Sorry for taking so long, Tae,” I kept my voice low and calm. 

He paused his pacing to look over at me. His eyes were red-rimmed and wet, his cheeks swollen and flushed, and his lower lip could not hide its tremble no matter how much effort he put into it. Taehyung’s emotional vulnerability had always confounded me. He was so sweet and kind, gentle and warm, and had never made any real efforts to change himself. He laughed at his clumsiness, skipped when he was happy, and played with his younger siblings like the giant child he was. 

Likewise, he was never afraid to cry. When Jimin’s father died neither he nor Ji-Hyun shed a single tear when around others. I knew better than to foolishly think the boys did not sob into their mother’s shoulders during the night, especially Jimin, but the town was thrilled by their show of “bravery.” Taehyung did not know how to put on that mask as perfectly as Jimin had.

Taehyung’s father did not die as honorably as Jimin’s had, no final acts of courage protecting his wife from a stray pack of wolves. Just sickness. Ahn called him a weak man for allowing something as insignificant as an infected wound kill him. No one really thought the same way he had but made no effort to disagree with him. Not to his face, anyway. My own mother had said Ahn was cruel for putting down an already grieving family, and she was one of his loyalists.

“I hadn’t noticed it had been that long,” He mumbled before going back to pacing.

He had never looked more like his father. Dong-Min was respectable, wise and honest, but never a man others flocked to. He had been an artist from Viridi Gramine, and while his paintings and scrolls were the most beautiful in Nantgarth, he was not seen as someone important. When he met Hana, he had found his muse, and she adored his soft-spoken demeanor. She came from an abusive home, and her father had beaten her black and blue the night she ran to Dong-Min. The two ran away from Withertusk hand in hand, his sister’s house the only place he knew he could go, and their troubles ended soon after arriving in Foxglove.

“You’re upset,” I broached the subject bluntly. Taehyung preferred it that way. “What’s the matter?”

“Have I done something wrong?” He asked me, his voice cracking. He must have started crying again. “I want your honesty, Namjoon. Please. Tell me if I have done anything horrible to her.”

“To who?”

I went to comfort the boy. His shoulders moved with his cries, but he was surprisingly quiet. It had never crossed my mind that he was desperately trying to cover up his pain from the others, his discomfort so noticeable I had assumed he had forgotten the act. I was always getting things wrong with Taehyung. The only thing he could do was shake his head, close his eyes, and let a fresh wave of tears overtake him.

I embraced him then, his crying making me uncomfortable. The last time he shed tears on my shoulder had been his father’s funeral. It was after Ahn had told him tears would not bring his father back. He tripped running out of the building, unable to breathe in the presence of the chief, and scraped his knee. Blood flowing down his leg, pants ripped, and black clothes covered in dust, Taehyung begged me to hold him when I found him. My father came to check on us sometime later, and in a rare act of kindness, took the younger boy to our house to clean up. 

“You could never wrong her,” I was not a good comforter, but I hoped words of encouragement would help. “Whatever happened between you two to have you like this is only a wrinkle in time. Sol is angry with herself. She loves you and knows how dearly you love her.”

Tae sniffled; his cries muffled against my shoulder. 

“Not Sol,” He cried. “Y/N.”

That seemed worse to me. I could easily give him meaningless fluff about his mate. Their love was a given. He had been very angry with her about speaking to Jimin behind his back, but I knew they would work through it in time. Trust had been broken but their bond would conquer that. His friendship with the witch was a different story. I had never seen it with my own eyes, but I knew it was strong. He looked at her like the older sister he never had, his thoughts said as much, but I did not feel equipped enough to help him through his grief. 

“You did nothing to her, Tae,” I reasoned. I could do logic. “She made a choice to leave and held no ill will toward you. She even left you a note with your necklace. Doesn’t that say enough?”

The red gem was pressed against my skin. Bridd had been so sweet to Taehyung and smiled after everything he said. The gift was a kind gesture he had not truly earned after such a botched introduction. Still, she had given it to him just as she gave me that journal. Ironic that she had given it to me to write about adventures and it had instead become my poetry book. He had refused to take the necklace off since reading the letter.

“I told Sol,” He whimpered. “I told her after she asked me to keep quiet. It’s all my fault-”

“I’m tired of the blame game,” I sighed, gently pushing Taehyung. Now an arm’s length away, I took a hold of my cousin's shoulders. “Everyone has been doing nothing but feeling sorry for themselves. Y/N chose to leave this place to find help. No one is forcing her to do that. 

“You and I both know how capable she is, right? Stop acting like she’s dead, Tae. The girl knows what she’s doing, and if she doesn’t, I’m sure she’s smart enough to figure something out. Stop allowing guilt and fear to distract you from what’s important. She left to find some ancient being to help us survive this fight with the elves.”

“What if she…” His voice trailed off, unable to put death in the universe. 

“Then we make sure it’s not in vain,” I let go of him. “We plan, strategize, and prepare to fight tooth and nail against those things. For Bridd.”

I did not really want to swear on her name this way, but I knew it would be something Taehyung latched onto. She was not really my friend, but I could live with fighting in her honor. I respected her enough. It worked and Taehyung’s eyes held more heat than they ever had. 

“For Bridd,” He said it like a prayer.

Internally, I prayed she would come back soon. I was not sure if this fire would last, and I was afraid of what might happen if it was left to grow out of control. As long as I knew Taehyung, he was obsessive. When he was a boy, he painted like his father. When he got a little older, he sculpted like our grandmother. Early teen years Taehyung was dead set on learning how to garden. That soon shifted into learning about all of the plants in Bangtan. Now, I worry it will become this war. Taehyung was not ready for what was coming, but I had to believe in him.

“You should go and see your mom,” I told him earnestly. “I’m sure Jong and Jin miss you.”

I did not add my worries over him being locked away in the Temple since he got back. 

He nodded, “I will. Let one of the maids know I’ve left. I don’t want Sol to worry if I’m gone.”

“You’re not telling her you’re leaving?” 

He frowned, “We aren’t on speaking terms at the moment.”

Oh, Bridd why did you have to leave? Why did Sol have to run her mouth? I could not bear to see Taehyung look so defeated. The flames that I sparked in him did not ease my worries. He was still lost at sea, and I fear I had done more harm than good. I should have let him cry and whine. That was easier than trying to navigate if I had said or done the right thing or not. 

The rest of the day flew by. After my conversation with Taehyung, he left to see his siblings and I stayed behind to get some work done. Despite our war plans we still had obligations to our cousins on the east coast. After writing for a few hours, warnings and heeds against traveling included, I went back to our maps. The library was filled with them, and I hoped a fresh start would help us get a breakthrough. 

All talks of war had gotten loud and angry quickly with my father and Jimin at odds more often than not. I loved my dad, but I couldn't help but doubt his methods. He wanted to march to Northorn and meet our enemy there. Jimin saw this as idiotic. The elves would have an easier time fighting our kind on an unknown field. No one knew the forest like our pack did and we could use that to our advantage. If we were lucky, the elves might find a way to disturb the other creatures that lived here. Even luckier if it happened to be the fae. 

Unfortunately, I was not as well versed as either one of them. I knew how to fight and was very good at it, but my skills in a tactical situation were severely lacking. Whenever Jungkook joined the conversation the two of us were on the same side of the debate. We did not want to die but would do so if asked. He, like myself, favored Jimin’s plans. Staying in Bangtan was the most logical step for now. 

The rest of the witches from Syrena arrived late in the afternoon. They were loud and angry women, their rage burning bright enough to scare the most well-trained fighter. I felt sorry for them. They lost their leader during the attack and were now relying on the swamp woman to guide them. Thinking of them made me think of Yoongi again.

He had seemed to be adjusting well enough, but fighting would be pointless. He could not see a target. He was dead weight. I frowned. Such a pity. He was a great fighter and I had been impressed with him during the attack. The only way they were able to stop him was that spell and it only took him out temporarily. I had a feeling he would be back on the battlefield even if he was told to stay away. His death would be a respectable one.

Seokjin was another one that surprised me. As much as I disliked the witch, I could not deny the man knew how to fight. He took down elf after elf, defended his girlfriend, and saved his father’s life. I trusted him enough to know he would defend my pack with the same veracity and hoped we could place our differences aside to train together. It would be helpful to all of us if we could find a way to fight as a cohesive unit. I would speak with Jimin about it later.

I smelled her before I heard her. Her feet were normally bare and freezing cold, but I doubted she cared. Rose stuck to her honey-sweetness, and I had to hold back a gag. Sol always tried so hard to cover up her natural scent, but I knew it was not her fault for being so self conscious about it. Ahn had destroyed most of her individuality, made her second guess herself constantly, and called her ugly on numerous occasions. Jimin and I heard it all through the years, Hoseok as well but to a lesser extent, and we tried our best to keep her company.

Jungkook was the most vital member of her circle, but he was hardly around anymore. He was trying to give the couple space, and Sol had been happy with that until a Bridd left. Now Jungkook stayed away to avoid getting caught in the middle of their tug of war. I could not blame the boy. He was too young to be of any real emotional support, and he wanted to stay in Jimin’s good graces hoping the older man would allow him to join the copiae now that Ahn was not around to stop him.

She knew I was in here. She was coming to find me. Her little feet pitter pattered against the marble floors. The west wing was the most luxurious part of the Temple and the place Sol and Taehyung slept. The library here was huge, painted in white and gold, with thousands of books. Spiral staircases led to the second floor where more bookcases were lined up. That was considered the “ancient section” where one could find scrolls and books from our time in Korika. That was Sol’s favorite place in the entire Temple.

She stood in front of me, her hands clasped in front of her little body, and her toes wiggling. Her hair was not covered, something that made me feel deeply uncomfortable, and cascaded down her back. It was beautiful, thick and black with natural waves. Averting my gaze, I stared at her toes. They were small and cute.

“Luna,” I greeted. “Your hair.”

She sighed as if expecting me to say something. She was almost annoyed. I could not figure out why. Modesty had always meant something to Ahn and Sol, and her hair was called “impoper.” Ahn made it seem like it was inherently sexual simply for being beautiful. Not many of the other women in Foxglove would wear a head covering, but I always respected Sol’s choice. She was upset right now and not thinking straight, and I worried she would regret walking around me so exposed. 

“Does it matter?” She murmured. “We all know I am no longer virtuous.”

I frowned, “Your virtue is not tied with your virginity, Sol.”

I was more aware of my bare chest than normal. It was improper for the two of us to be alone like this. Family or not, it was wrong. Taehyung would be hurt if he caught us in such a compromising position. I stood and put some distance between us, taking extra care not to look at Sol. 

“What’s bothering you?” I asked. “Aside from the obvious.”

Walking over the library entrance, I leaned against the doorframe and stared out into the hall. At least I could say I was far away from the luna. I could hear her sit down in the chair I had left, and I waited.

“You must think I’m pathetic,” Sol spoke softly.

“Why would I think that?” I countered.

She laughed humorlessly, “We know you’re more in tune with my thoughts than most, Joon. You were there before Taehyung. You were always there. You and I were practically betrothed for a while. At least, that’s what my father said.”

I hated when she called Ahn father. He was nothing to her. Everyone knew Cho Haneul and Bong Ha-Yun were her parents. They suddenly disappeared from the village when Sol was less than six months old, leaving her behind and in Ahn’s care. Whispers spread about what had happened to them, but I always believed what my mother said. Ahn banished the couple from the village and took their child. No one had seen or heard from them in 18 years, so it was hard to say, but I did not trust Ahn. Not at all. 

“I was never fair to you,” She continued. “I was mean and rude. Cold. I wanted Jimin so badly, probably because he did not want me, and I treated you like a problem. Maybe it was my own way of rebelling. Either way, I’m sorry.

“I think you understand me more than anyone else. You were always there with me. You never complained. It’s one of the things I always appreciated about you, your ability to stay calm. Taehyung is similar, though not as stoic. I love that about him.”

I did not have to see her to know her eyebrows were pulled down, her teeth nibbling her lower lip, and her leg shaking. Sol was very obvious in her discomfort. Her voice gave her away. 

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, not unkindly.

“You knew me before Taehyung did. I know you did not really like me very much, but I trust your opinion more than the others. I know I don’t deserve your kindness, but I’m asking for it anyway.”

Her voice was tired and worn, and I was not sure what to do about it. Not for the first time I found myself bored of the Luna. I reminded myself of her age, her youth, and her innocence, but it did not change how I felt. She made a mistake, overstepped boundaries and lied while doing so, and caused a mess of things. The fact that I knew her only made it worse, because I knew she did not consider a single person outside of herself. I doubt she thought anyone would be angry with her. In fact, she was probably hoping for praise and attention.

“Am I a bad person?” She asked, her voice weak and frail. 

“No,” She was not a bad person for what happened, “But I won’t lie to make you feel better. You should not be trusted by anybody after the stunt you pulled.”

I heard her sniffle, “It’s not my fault he said the things he said. He chose to be cruel and mean to Y/N. She decided to leave! How is anything my fault?”

I rolled my eyes. Typical. Not even her gentle cries stopped my genuine annoyance with her from shining through. I had not been there for the argument between Jimin and Bridd, nor his conversation with Sol, but his thoughts had been enough to get me up to speed. She had done nothing but stir the pot between them, well intentioned or not, and made all of this far more dramatic than it needed to be.

“It’s your fault your relationship is suffering. It’s your fault that the pack is angry with you. You did that. No one else. Actions have consequences, Sol. You and I both know that,” Sparing her a brief look over my shoulder, I refused to let her tears soften my resolve. “If you were hoping I was going to lie to save your feelings, you were mistaken. Go to one of your maids and cry to them. They’re trained to dry your eyes, but I’m not.”

She did not speak and so I decided to leave. I had been here most of the day now and needed to find somewhere to sleep for the night. The Temple was the last place I wanted to spend time in right now, but my options were limited. Maybe if I could find Sam, she would not mind making space for me in her bed.

I fought back a smile. She was an amazing woman, her beauty striking and confidence refreshing. We had found ourselves alone a handful of times since her people came to our aid and our flirtatious relationship was amusing. I had come to know that quietus was not monogamous and rarely took on a full-time lover. She only knew of her king and queen, but they had another woman who joined them after the Century War. Sam and I shared a laugh about how scandalous that would be in the village, not just a threesome but same-sex relations, but I had not truly entertained her advances. She was not someone I imagined myself with.

I did not want to go to my family home either. Being around my parents for too long would drive me insane. I was always putting on a front with my father and my mother refused to stand up to him. Most of my childhood was spent getting beaten while my mother watched, relieved that her own punishment was over. By the time Mini came along those days were in the past. When my dad stopped drinking our relationship got better, a little less violent, but I never got rid of the resentment I held. Sometimes I truly believed I hated both of them.

I had been sleeping at Hoseok’s the last few nights, but he had asked for some privacy, and I got too caught up with work to ask someone else if they had any space for me. It was a far cry from the lavish room I had within the Temple, but I could not stand being there most of the time. I would have joined Jimin and the rest of the copiae, but my job was important enough to give me pause. If I stepped down as head council that would mean that my father or Bo would be placed in charge of public relations. I would eat my own shoes before letting that happen. Taehyung would go insane if those two were the only ones left in charge. 

I thought about other friends I could visit. The Parks would open their door for me, but they were housing such a large group I felt awful going there. Yoongi and swamp witch’s families were still there. Jin’s little group was with Taehyung’s family, and the Syrena witches were spread out between a few wolf families and the humans. They were originally planning on staying at the Temple, but Sol made a mess of that. I sighed. Everything went south so quickly.

“You look lost.”

I stopped walking. I did not realize I had walked into the copiae grounds. Jimin was sitting on his porch, a large glass in his hand and a dark look in his eye. I could smell the alcohol on him from across the street. Going to him, I tried not to think about my dad.

“You’re drunk,” I took the glass from him and sniffed. Mead. If I had to guess, from Jungkook’s house. “This isn’t going to make you feel better.”

He shrugged, “I know. Just wanted a distraction.”

For the third time today, I was being asked to support someone. Even if Jimin had not asked for help directly, I knew I was going to drag his ass inside and make him go to sleep. At least I knew I could stay here afterwards. In the morning, I would make sure he ate and then try to convince him to come to the Temple and look over documents. He was the battle guy.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I stated bluntly. “I’ve already had to deal with two crybabies today and my emotional battery is drained. So, you’re just going to do me a favor and then we can talk in the morning.”

He scoffed, leaning back against his house. A faint sheen of sweat covered his body, and his hair was tangled. Jimin never looked so unkempt before. Showing no signs of moving, I rubbed my face roughly. 

“Fine,” I sighed. “Look, how about I cut you a deal?”

He did not reply, but I decided to keep going anyway. 

“I need somewhere to sleep. I can’t stand being around Taehyung and Sol right now. And you-” I gestured at his body, face tight, “-look like shit. Obviously, you’re upset but the pack needs you to pull it together so we can get through this.”

He was like a statue. “I’m going to stay the night, and tomorrow we’ll talk about feelings or whatever. Then, you and I are going to come up with a plan to get you back in the game. How does that sound?”

Jimin rolled his eyes, laughing humorlessly, “What’s the point?” His face crumbled and again I felt lost at sea. I could not deal with him crying. Thankfully, he gathered his composure. “What’s the point of anything? Without her… it just doesn’t matter.”

I sighed and sat down beside him. The wood was cold and rough, but it was easy to put that out of my mind. I had to think about this as two friends talking. Jimin had never asked me for anything, and when Taehyung was chosen, he had been the first person to tell me I needed to stand my ground against Ahn. I had been foolish at the time and ignored his advice. Now he needed me to stand my ground against himself, and I had no other option.

We could not go on like this. Jimin was not in the right state of mind right now, and I knew the only way to get him out of it was Bridd. My brain was already devising a plan, one that I had thought foolish and improbable this morning, and I wanted to laugh. There was no way we would be able to do it, but maybe bringing it up would make him feel better? Maybe knowing that someone would help him find her if we got the chance would motivate him to get work done. Feeling guilty, I decided to go for the jugular and deal with the consequences later. 

“I know you're hurting right now,” I tried to soften my tone, but could not hear if it had worked or not. "I can't imagine how you feel. I know when you and Taehyung were gone how the guilt ate me alive. It must be worse for you."

"You don't have to say anything," He tried to interject, but I brushed off the comment like he had not said anything.

"I think I do. No one else is, apparently. We're in deep shit right now Park," I put my hand on his shoulder. "We need you, man."

He shook his head, "I wouldn't be much help right now, Joon."

"I don't believe that," I replied. "In fact, anything you do would be more helpful than whatever the hell you got going on. Your girl is on my side, by the way. She'd be on your ass if she found out how much you've been slacking."

That made him laugh quietly.

"That's fair," He was smiling, dazed and flushed from the alcohol. "She's such a little firecracker, isn't she?"

I nodded, "She tried to set me on fire once."

We shared a laugh at the memory. Truth is she terrified me. If she wanted to kill me that day she could have. If she did not have to worry about the sun, there was a real chance I left her house with more than a few scratches and bruises. Jimin beat my ass when she got hurt, but I had the added benefit of a lifetime worth of memories stopping him from taking my head off. I did not have that with Bridd.

"What if I wagered you something?" I asked.

That got his attention, “What?”

"If we get through this next wave of violence on top, I'll help you find her out there."

He looked at me, eyes more alert than they had been in days.

"Truly?"

The guilt made my stomach twist painfully. I did not truly believe we would ever get to that point. Elves were everywhere, the fight in Northorn growing in their favor as the days went by, and we were nowhere near ready. We had lost so many in this fight not to mention talks of traitors.

The alliance with the quietus was shaky at best without the proper bonds being formed. I was the only person in a position of power even attempting to reach out. Then there was the witch problem, and the only person I could see mending that fence was Jimin. It could be weeks, maybe even months, before we could go after Bridd. Still, I had to use her as leverage. We needed strong leadership right now and the witch was the best source of motivation one could come by.

“I’ll go with you,” I doubled down. “We can have a small party. I’ve made friends with a quietus who knows her way around so finding her could be fairly simple.”

“You’d do that for me?” I could tell he was genuinely surprised.

I nodded, “If we're in the position to do it, why not?"

I could see him thinking about it. The faraway look in his eyes was gone giving way to a refreshed, almost serene look. He was going to go for it. Hope blossomed in my chest. If I had Jimin on my side, Taehyung would be a piece of cake. He desperately wanted to make amends with the older alpha. Seeing the two of them back in action would bring Hoseok back into the fold as well.

Already our odds were turning. Soon the elementals and witches would be joining in on our meetings, the elder council getting pushed out for a new crowd of leaders, and the war would finally seem less daunting. I might even be able to convince a new wave of warriors to join the copiae once the village saw Jimin's new resolve.

"Stay here as long as you need" Jimin finally said, and I was cheering internally. "You can take the couch."

I stood up, ready to go to bed, and pushed his head playfully. He chuckled, swatting my hand away. We used to mess around like this all the time as kids. Jimin always ended up winning our wrestling matches. He was too slippery.

"Let's go, kid," I stretched my arms above my head. "We have to get up early. Council meeting."

He nodded, asking me to help him stand. He must have drunk more than I thought. It takes a lot for alcohol to affect us this much.

"Hopefully Taehyung will get rid of the two dinosaurs in the Temple," He slurred, walking inside grumbling about his bed feeling too big.

A/N: So Joon pov??? How do we like? He's not the only pov switch we're going to have, but we will be seeing a lot of our favorite (to hate) alpha joining our main squad. I thought he would be a good outside mind to get inside of since he's not as emotionally connected to Bridd as the others. Any guesses as to who our other switches might be?

p.s. These pov chapters will be a bit shorter than our normal, reader pov ones, but not by much.

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[gettinshiggywithit]

Finished reading that s/o being stalked and I must admit it's a chef kiss. If you have free time can you do part 2 with Fyodor,Nikolai and sigma if you write for them? Or if you can't, can you do where the stalker still stalks the s/o ?

!Nikolai Gogol With An S/O Who Has A Stalker!

Scenario:Nikolai finds out you have a stalker!how will he deal with it??

Pairing: nikolai gogol x gn!reader

Genre: im rly not sure tbh...

Type: oneshot

A/N: Hi anon! Okay soo,here’s the deal,i dont rly write for any of them but i also dont think the stalker would ever come back...buttt i also dont wanna ignore your ask or just not give you anything sooo,imma do a nikolai piece!also disclaimer it might be ooc cos im not rly sure i hv his personality down right so apologies in advance :’) i hope you like it and feel free to lmk what you think if you want!

Nikolai gogol was an observant individual,and even though many people just took him to be an eccentric and impulsive clown(which he was) he did in fact have the ability to be calculated and observant,he just didnt wanna be~

So when he came home from a looongg assignment,he noticed how on-edge you seemed.how scared,uptight and jumpy you were.

He also knew you wouldnt tell him what it was for fear of either boring him or coming off as bitchy and childish.

So he dug;his curiosity was piqued and he was bored soooo he made it his mission to find out what was haunting you.

After not a lot of digging he found the root cause of your paranoia!

A stalker~

Honestly when he found out you had a stalker he was overjoyed!

Now he had a new plaything~

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The next day your stalker was preparing themselves to send you another 'love' letter.

But after they'd dropped it into the box to be collected and delivered the next day,they ran into a young man.

He looked to be in his early to mid 20s and he had dual coloured eyes and snow white hair.

Your stalker excused themselves and was about to be on their way when the young man grabbed their wrist and ,whispering in a happy tone, said, "do you like quizzes????? " before enveloping them in his coat.

Your stalker then found themselves in a dark room that smelled like dust.

They tried to get up,but were repeatedly knocked down by an invisible attacker,eventually they stopped trying and just crouched down.

“WHO ARE YOU!” Your stalker asked, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”

‘Ha!’ Nikolai thought to himself, ‘they look really upset,the audacity on this one is marvellous!’

But all he said was “Shhhhhhh, i’mmm the one asking the questions here~”

“And if you’re even hoping to escape,you’ll listen and answer them well”

He heard a gulp and a shakey breath being drawn,which caused him to smile from his hiding place.

“Now then, why dont we start with an easy one, what do you want with y/n l/n?”

“Who??i dont know what the hell youre talking about!!”

“AEKK! WRONG ANSWER!”

A golden vortex appeared and swallowed your stalker’s leg.

they were left one leg short.

After realising what had just happened, they screamed out!

“Hehehehee sorry,did i forget to tell you the rules????? Oh silly me!always forgetting important things! The rules are simple! Tell the truth,”

“Or lose a limb!”

He cackled maniacally and your stalker broke into a cold sweat.

They were in deep shit now...

“So~ go on, second chance! What.do.you.want.with.y/n l/n.”

Nikolai wasnt even asking anymore,he was demanding.

“I’M TELLNG YOU THE TRUTH I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT!”

“AEK!! WRONG AGAIN!Gosh i really thought you’d answer when you knew the stakes....But i guess your appendages must mean nothing to you~”

Your stalker’s other leg was swallowed up.

Another scream pierced the air.

Nikolai yawned.

“OKAY-OKAY FINE! I LIKE Y/N OKAY! I JUST HAVENT HAD THE COURAGE TO TELL THEM!”

“Ooohh suddenly compliant are we? Well then! Sad to say you’re answer wont save you~”

“Huh???”

“Oh yeah.i cant have you bothering my love now can i?? Sooo you’ll have to die!”

And with that another vortex appeared but this time a man pointing a gun stepped out.he pulled down the hammer down and cocked the gun before holding it right to your stalker’s head.

“NO! YOU CANT!! I PROMISE ILL STOP!!”

“Ehhh no~ id much rather kill you.eases my conscience~”

“BUT IT ISNT RIGHT! I HAVENT DONE ANYTHING WRONG!”

“Sure sure,threatening letters arent anything wrong but also,regardless of if you did that or not id still kill you.because i want to.its my will.and unlike you im not restricted by the bonds of morality.I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!”

“And right now,i want to shoot you”

“NO!PLEASE WAIT!”

“Toodles~”

BANG!

Nikolai gogol got home that day and saw you sat at the table doing some work.

He hugged you from behind and burried his head in the crook of your neck,his stray hairs tickling your ear.

“Hello y/n~” he said,peppering kisses all over your your cheek,neck and shoulder.

You raised your hadn to let it sit in his hair,ruffling the white floofles you loved so much.

“Hey kolya....how was your day?where were you?”

“Oh you know,taking care of some business.”

“Hmm” you sighed at his response.

“Oh and about that stalker of yours,”

You suddenly went stiff,you hand which had come down to lay over his arms which were wrapped around you,gripped them with sudden tension.

“Dont worry,i took care of it.gave them a stern talking to!they’ll never bother you again!” He said.

And you deflated at that,sudden tears of relief streaming down your face.

You got up and turned around in his arms to face him.the smile on your fave was as radiant as ever.

“Thank you,kolya” you said before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

You both smiled into the kiss.

“Anytime dove~”

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

how ab peter dating a s/o with witch-like powers? like they can control fire and bring ppl back to life (basically ahs 3 witch powers)

Omg this idea sounds really cool 😯 they'd literally be a power couple hehe (ignore my awful joke sksksk) also I decided to write headcanons instead of a fic, so I hope that's okay <33

Peter Maximoff with a s/o who's a witch

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of violence/fighting

Peter first saw you one day when he was out taking a stroll in the park

He noticed you kneeling down beside a bird who appeared to have a broken wing

He was about to go over and help when he saw you pick the bird up and cover it with you hands

Once you reopened them, it flew away as if nothing happened

He was bewildered by what he'd just witnessed

Thinking you were a fellow mutant, he approached you and introduced himself

You were a bit wary, having heard stuff on the news about people with your abilities being harrassed, assaulted, or killed, but after he started talking about his mutation and stuff you relaxed a little bit and began to trust him more

He found out that you were essentially homeless; your parents had kicked you out of the house after learning about your powers and you had no place to go, so now you just sort of wandered around, using you abilities to help people whenever you could

After you said this, he blurted out, "do you want to come live with me?"

It took him a couple of minutes to explain the place he was talking about wasn't just his home necessarily, but a place for other people like you who had powers the world was too ignorant to try to understand

You agreed, figuring it'd be worth a shot to try it out

Besides, what left did you have to lose?

Once you arrived, everyone immediately welcomed you with open arms, making you feel at home there

You excelled at your classes and made tons of new friends, too

Not only that, but you and Peter started getting closer until one day, he finally asked you out (you obviously said yes)

He's constantly bragging about you and how cool you are to anyone who will listen

Sometimes you'll have races to see who can get to places quicker, him with his super speed or you with your teleporting

Spoiler alert: you tie every. Single. Time

Speaking of teleporting, sometimes you use it to sneak up on him so you can scare him

*pops up out of nowhere* "Hey Peter"

"JESUS CHRI- WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?!?!"

You like making random objects (specifically stuff that belongs to him) fly across the room just to mess with him

He tries to get you back by hiding some of your things, always forgetting you can easily find them with divination

Actually, he probably does it on purpose, because sometimes he'll hide things just so he can watch you find them again. It never fails to amaze him

"How the hell did you find that so quickly?!? My hiding spot was really good!"

"I used magic, duh"

Occasionally he'll let you use mind control on him (with his consent, of course) just to see what it feels like

"Woah! It's like I'm still conscious and know what's happening, but my brain doesn't have any control over my body. So cool"

You don't get mad often, but when you do it kinda scares him, because he knows just how much power you truly have that you don't let on

Let's say you're on a mission, for example, and somehow he gets hurt

Hell hath no fury like when someone injures Peter, because the next thing he knows the bad guy is writhing on the ground in pain and you're standing over them, victorious

Afterwards, you check on him and make sure he's okay, but not until you're certain the bad guy is down for good and won't be getting up again anytime soon

You do not mess around when it comes to your boyfriend's safety

~

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[paper-starz]

/ay itsa me, a idiot that uses Dotty's acc.

/so I was wondering..

/cross over between Seven Sins and Self-aware Swap? Like. What could go wrong? A hand full of self aware puppets, and a handful of literal demons, in which a few have REALLY weird powers.

/Barnaby's ability is so useless that I love it.

YEESSSSSSSSSS!!! I can already see the interactions.....

The Julies

7S!Julie: OOOH! I LOVE HOW YOU DID YOUR HAIR!!!

SAS!Julie (smiling through clenched teeth) Thanks.... I did it myself...

(They are both very neutral towards each other. 7S! Julie tries to be friends, but SAS!Julie is a bit defensive...)

The Barnabys

SAS!Barnaby: Oh hey who are- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEGS?????!!!!

7S!Barnaby: Relax man, I'm fi--

SAS!Barnaby: POPPPPYYYYYYY!!!!

(They are both friendly with each other. Both bonding because of their love of jokes... especially the dark ones that SAS!Barnaby tends to make at times.)

The Franks

SAS!Frank: What are you supposed to be...?

7S!Frank: A demon of course! Specifically pride (starts explaining demon hierarchy/ history)

SAS!Frank: (Starts writing EVERYTHING down) Yes! This could be useful for my theories!

7S!Frank: ...Theories?

(They are both friendly with each other. They both share a love of butterflies and they both love infodumping all the research that they have collected. I see 7S!Frank listening to all of SAS!Frank's wacky theories.)

The Eddies

SAS!Eddie: I like your tie

7S!Eddie: Thank you! I like your scar! Makes you look super cool!

SAS!Eddie: Thank you! I got it from Home!

7S!Eddie: W...What?

(They are both VERY friendly with each other. I see both of them loving to chill and hang out with each other. Though, sometimes SAS!Eddie does say something something INCREDIBLY concerning once in a while)

The Poppys

7S!Poppy: Oh my! That smells delicious!

SAS!Poppy: Thank you!

7S!Poppy: We must share recipies!

(They are both friendly towards each other. They like to swap recipes once in a while, maybe even drink tea together. XD. I see them as two old lady friends who gossip.)

The Sallys

SAS!Sally: (Literally just existing)

7S!Sally: Ugh... STOP SHOWING OFF!

(They don't get along well at all. Mostly because 7S!Sally seems to be jealous of her counterparts... well, everything! 7S!Sally does not realize that SAS!Sally needs to be perfect though...)

The Howdys

7S!Howdy: Where the HELL is my counterpart?!

SAS!Howdy: (hiding because he is WAY too scared to even meet the guy).

(They DO NOT get along well. 7S!Howdy thinks his counterpart is pathetic and cowardly, while SAS!Howdy thinks his counterpart is greedy and mean. Also! HE'S. A. DEMON! YOU SHOULD NEVER TRUST THEM!!!!)

The Wallys

7S!Wally: Wanna see a magic trick?

SAS!Wally: Of course!

7S!Wally: WATCH THIS-- (sets a tree on fire)

7S! Barnaby: DAMMIT WALLY NOT AGAIN--

SAS!Wally: Wow! So pretty! I wanna touch it!

SAS!Home: NOOO-

(Both are friendly towards each other! SAS!Wally has lots of things to learn about when he's with his counterpart! 7S!Wally just likes to cause chaos while SAS!Wally tags along.)

The H O M E S

SAS!Home: I LOVE your Wally! He's so cute!

7S!Home: Yes, he is quit-- WHAT IN GOD'S ACTUAL NAME???

SAS!Home: Is... Something wrong?

7S!Home: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR FUCKING SIN LEVEL???? TORTURE? MUTILATION? EXITENSIAL HORROR AND DREAD????

SAS!Home: Torture... Oh! Hehehe! I guess you could say I run my own special kind of hell over here!

7S!Home (absolutely mortified): And here I thought it was impossible to meet someone as scary as me....

(Both are neutral to each other. SAS!Home is pacified as long as 7S!Home doesn't tell Wally the truth. 7S!Home is both impressed and horrified at Home. Sure, 7S!Home is the literal Lucifer in this AU... but he tortures BAD GUYS! THE ABSOLUTES SCUMS ON THE PLANET. Not... these poor puppets.)

I also see some other interactions like:

7S!Howdy: (talking to SAS!Wally) Pfft! How is my counterpart afraid of you? You're practically harmless!

SAS!Home: (looms over in the back)

7S!Howdy: Anddddd there's the harm.

SAS!Frank: (talking to 7S!Wally) Wow! And what are your special powers?

7S!Wally: Oh! Fire!

SAS!Frank: Oh, do show me!

7S!Wally: I would... but I have nowhere to practice on.

SAS!Frank (points at SAS!Home): There's something you practice on!

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[tenaciousduckpoetry]

Could I request something angsty? Gwen having to deal with her s/o getting hurt trying to protect her despite them being normal.

I Missed You

For sure!! It's not completely the same, but it definitely works lol I learnt that writing fight scenes is not my specialty but I tried my best <33

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, panic, gender neutral, mention of canon death, slightly graphic depictions of injury, mention of vomit

From the moment you and Gwen started talking there was a connection. This electrical current between the two of you only grew the more you became closer. Hanging out turned into dates and dates turned into staying over at night. You were both helplessly in love with each other. Now it had been a complete year since you had first met, still unknowing of Gwen's alter ego and still helplessly in love with the girl.

Gwen's biggest fear since the death of her best friend, Peter Parker, was losing another loved one. She swore to herself after that day to never let anyone get too close in fear of it happening again. Except, she broke that promise. Trying to keep you safe while hiding her secret identity was a lot harder than she originally thought.

You picked up on everytime she left at night and each time she snuck out of class to do.. well, whatever she did. You weren't sure. You had both been in a class at the time, jotting down notes on quantum theory when the green goblin decided to attack civilians within the vicinity of your school. One thing lead to another, Gwen disappeared from your sight and Spider-Woman swung into action.

Gwen was busy attempting to clear out the surrounding rooms. With the villain throwing his stolen pumpkin bombs, buildings were collapsing and if you got too close you would be vaporized. She usually tried not to get anyone killed or injured during a battle like this, but sometimes it was inevitable.

There was a moment that passed where her eyes caught on to you, lingering slightly as she watched you help others out of the building. You had always been brave.. selfless even. Putting other peoples safety above yours, even in dire situations such as this. The green goblin followed Gwen's line of sight and a sickening smirk came to his features. He unlatched another of the stolen pumpkin bombs from his belt, throwing it just towards you. Far enough to collapse the floor beneath you but not close enough to kill you. He wanted Spider-Woman to suffer.

He wanted his revenge.

The floor disappeared from under you, hands reaching up to grip onto anything that was remotely close. Instead they could only find loose rubble and broken tiled floor; nothing that could be used to hold yourself up. You attempted to call out for help but it was failed. Gwen was moving as fast as she could, but she couldn't reach you just in time.

The sickening crack that filled the room as you landed and the gut wrenching scream that followed it was enough to make Gwen want to throw up. Your heart was racing. Any attempt to get in a deep breath of air was thrown out the window as you attempted to sit up. Your leg, twisted out of shape with the bone sticking out, was tingling. Your mouth went bone dry, heart in your throat. A sharp pain ran down your thigh that was dizzying. All you wanted was to wake up from whatever horrid nightmare this was.

Gwen attempted to call out to you, watching you lay there in your dazed state, unmoving. All you wanted was to keep people safe, much like what she was doing except you couldn't. You didn't have the same agility and ability to shoot webs that she did. It wasn't something that came natural to you as it did to her. Although getting powers from a radioactive spider wasn't a very natural chain of events eithor.

The fight wrapped up quickly, this time the villain had escaped. Spider-Woman was to preoccupied trying to keep you from falling apart.

"It's okay- I've got you.. You hear me?" She said your name again, so soft and sweet that you almost felt sick.. or maybe that was the pain. Oh no. That was definitely the pain.

Gwen's hands lifted you up, one arm looped under your back and the other under your legs. There was a loud whimper as she lifted you, hands clutching at her shoulders. "It hurts." You whimpered, dry tears staining your cheeks.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry. We're going to get you help, okay? I promise."

If it wasn't for your injured state you may have recognized that wavering voice and piercings eyes. But you were so out of it. Your head was thumping and leg was tingling, all you could think of was your injury.

"I'm so sorry I missed you." Spider-woman spoke to you kindly, holding you to her chest as she made her way to the nearest hospital.

"I'm so sorry."

#dewdropwrites #x reader #astv x reader #astv headcannons #across the spiderverse #gender neutral fanfic #gwen x reader #astv angst #astv gwen

[matenrou-fan]

hi! just saying i really enjoy ur writings they're pretty cool!

for what my request goes: jakurai and samatoki (seperate) taking care of their s/o after they injured themselves?

thank u for ur time and hope u have good day or night - ✨

Jakurai and Samatoki taking care of NB! s/o after they injured themselves

ahhh you such a cutie!! <3 thanks for all this kind words...! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

NBreader, just wholesome stuff;;

-As a doctor (and your boyfriend) he can almost sense when you get hurt.

-"S/o, are you alright?" - he gets closer and asks you with a soft voice, slight worries sparkle in his eyes. - "I just have a strange feeling.."

-And when you answer him with a little story how you cut yourself while trying to make a cute presents for one of your friends, Jakurai just nod, knowing that his advertence helps him again.

-"I knew it.. Darling, I adore your lovely charisma, but you should have told me sooner." - he scolds you a little, then pats a seat next to him on the couch. - "Sit here and wait a minute, I will get all needed things from my first aid kit.."

-Of course he's willing to treat your wounds right now and right here..! How can he wait any longer? He doesn't want to sound paranoid but he knows that you should disinfect your injuries as fast as you can.

-Even if it's really deep scratch, Jakurai have just magical, almost angelic hands, so you wouldn't even feel something after his quick therapy. He's really soft and caring towards all his patients, but towards you? He's a hundred times more soft and gentle..

-Well, of course Jakurai can use his rap ability to cure you almost in a few seconds, but he prefers to save his skill only for rap battles.

-Aren't it more intimate and loving, when he helps you with his own hands? It's like he puts a piece of his soul and heart in his gentle touches when slowly stroking your arms after doing all necessary things.

-"Here.. Now it will heal faster.." - Jakurai smile warmly, and take your hands in his, squeezing a little bit. - "Just be more careful next time, alright? It hurts me too when you get even small bruises.."

-He immediately noticed this little bruise and now he's alarmed.

-Samatoki gets used to most of his injuries he gets from fights, so now he's really worried, wondering if someone hurted you.

-"S/o, where did you get that..?" - he mumbled with a grumpy tone and furrowed brows, but his touch was so soft as he slowly caressed your arm with a fresh bruise. - "Just tell me who did that, I will beat their asses..!"

-You should calm him down immediately, as he is ready to prove his words with some action right now. So when you tell him that it was just a little accident as you trip over the carpet in your house, he scoffs.

-"How clumsy you can be, huh.." - Samatoki scoffs, but you still can see some worry on his face that he tries to hide now. - "Making me worried over nothing.."

-Still, even if it's just some small injury or bruises, he is willing to treat it as well as he can.

-He doesn't have that much skill, as he always didn't care about how much he got hurted. Rio taught him some pro tips from his military life that could cure most injuries faster and Samatoki never used this knowledge that much, but now he tries to recall everything in the smallest detail.

-"Sit still.. I don't want to hurt you accidentally even more.." - a soft sigh escaped his lips when he held your arm tightly, his other hand trembling a little while he applied a bandage. You can't help but giggle at his concentrated face, he looks even more serious than when he talks about some business with his people.

-Samatoki actually wants to be mad at you, but how can he, when you look at him with these pretty eyes and thank him with such a sweet voice? Maximum that he can do it's just scold you a little, asking you to be more careful.

-"Seriously, what would you do without me..?" - he hugs you tightly, slowly patting your head. - "Stop being such a dummy, or I will not help you next time, understand? I'm worrying about you, you know.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #jakurai jinguji x reader #hypnosis mic jakurai #hypmic jakurai #jakurai x reader #jakurai jinguji #hypmic samatoki #hypnosis mic samatoki #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader

[fandomwriter1515]



Hello, could you write some hcs about Ozai's Angels with a s/o (preferably female but gn is fine) who is secretly a waterbender. Their s/o was born in the Fire Nation but their parents were water tribe or something like that. They keep the waterbending a secret for obvious reasons. However, during a very heated battle with (insert enemy here) they let lose and win the battle in their favor. what is Azula, Mai and Ty lee's reaction to their s/o, who they thaught had no bending abilities, suddenly using waterbending and decemating their enemies.

Ozai's Angels x Secret Fem! Waterbender

Azula, Ty Lee and Mai all thought that you and your family were all Non-benders. They knew that you were not originally from the Fire Nation.

They were always guessing, trying to find out where you were from.

But, they wouldn't pester you about it, as they knew that it was a sensitive topic for you.

They just never expected you to be a waterbender.

Thee four of you were vacationing at Ember Island, taking some time off the life of the palace.

It was dark, and you three were sharing stories about your childhood.

".......and that's how me and my sister got away from the giant bear!" Ty Lee just finished her story.

Taking a deep breath, you started to talk.

"I know you three wanted to know about my history and my past, and..." You didn't get to finish your sentence when 10 masked assassins circled the four of you.

Azula, Ty Lee and Mai immediately jumped up to fight them.

You were skilled in martial arts, so you started out with that.

Then, you got so caught up in your fight that you pulled the water from the sea and started to waterbend the assassins, defeating them one by one.

Azula was just standing there, her mouth open and staring at you.

Ty Lee was doing cartwheels, eyes awestuck as she cheered you on.

Mai showed emotion.

Then when you finished, Ty Lee immediately bounced up to you and asked a million questions.

"Didi you come from the Water Tribe? When did you learn how to waterbend? Was this the secret you were going to tell us?"

Azula waltzs up to you and tries to hide she was impressed on what you did.

Then Mai comes up and suggests some techniques for you that you can try.

Obviously, they are all shocked that you were a waterbender in the Fire Nation.

You four's relationship didn't change, but it was still a shock for everyone about your secret powers. And of course you made them swear to never tell anyone.

Though the whole thing, the were very suportive of what happened.

#ozai’s angels #ozai's angels x reader #atla #azula #tylee #mai #x reader

[prsk-krow]

Hey :D!

It's me Anon 2, I think. I'm the Anon that requested the one with Mafuyu that has a Reader that makes songs just for fun but hasn't released any of it.

When I saw your post I thought you were gonna reject it! But on the brighter side, yes, you can fuse my ask with the other anon (Anon 1 i think). Can't absolutely wait for what your gonna write with both of our request fused!

{Mafuyu with a secretly talented musician reader!}

Alright! Thanks for the confirmations! This is still gonna be hard to do, but let's see how it goes! Btw, original requests here! Caw.

Whenever lunch time came across, the honors girl was always annoyed from the noise and chatter that filled the hallways and most classrooms. It was something she had to deal with for a while, but recently she had found an alternative.

She usually disliked the school library, as the books there were pretty dull and only served as studying material. However, when she arrived there one day, in search for silence and solitude, she found you! Seems you had the same idea as her, you just simply had it before her.

Now, everytime lunchtime started, she would head there to enjoy her meal with you you in mostly silence. Sometimes you two made small talk, as Mafuyu liked the calm tone of your voice, especially when compared to anyone else of her classmates. And very few times, Mafuyu would ask you questions, that you tried to answer to the best of your ability! She had shown her true side to you after all, and you recognized the rarity of these moments!

One day, the question she had posed to you was quite an interesting one; about your tastes for music. The truth was that you and your old friends were making music for fun, and you had a playlist of all of your creations on your cellphone. You tossed her an earbud, and played some of the songs, especially the ones where you had an active role!

Obviously, they weren't familiar to her, and when you told her about their origin, she was left confused, which made her ask more questions. You told her that you'd made around 58 songs, and that your group weren't planning on debuting anytime soon, and her confusion increased.

"Your music is quite nice. It's easy to comprehend, but there are also subtle tones that hide more complex messages that can only be heard when you're paying attention. I'm sure that if you were to show this off in public, you'd be revered as musical rising stars."

You were surprised to hear her so interested in your music, but also complimenting it? Of course, you had never shown it to anyone else, so there weren't many people to receive feedback from... It gave you some ideas that you'd have to discuss with your pals.

The bell rang again, and you both said goodbye before going on your way. The classes ended, and yet you both couldn't stop thinking about what had transpired. Such beautiful melodies hidden from the eyes from the world... Now that Mafuyu realized, they were not so different from what she did everyday, so she couldn't really judge them. Perhaps it was best for them to continue being hidden? Well, no matter the answer to that, she definitely wanted to hear them more.

The weeks passed, with you handing her an earbud and playing your music every day she came in. It was a nice way to cool down for the both of you, and the praise that she gave you, combined with her mostly lack of speech made it a relaxing experience for you as well!

Then, your own preparations were complete. Mafuyu came into the library, and you gave her a ticket to a show, a small show that was the complete opposite of 'the talk of the crowds'. Yet you insisted that if she liked your music, she would like it, as the one who would be singing composed songs similar to yours!

At first, Mafuyu received the ticket with no real intentions to assist. However, when she got to her home, she decided to research about the show. It wasn't popular in her school or town, but that didn't mean that it wasn't gonna be something special. In fact, the only reason why it wasn't popular was that it wasn't announced publicly, with huge advertising.

It was something similar to a test show, one to try out some new professional equipment, some new plans and ideas for the organization of the show, and most important of all, a new, debuting, mysterious masked singer! The date also happened to be on a weekend, so there really was no excuse to not go. Perhaps she may learn something new as well...

The day came, and Mafuyu made sure to be there for the begining of the show. The crowd was less annoying and noisy than she thought, but it still carried the energy of s normal group of music fans. There were a few words of introduction and gratitude that she mostly just tuned out, as something else was in her mind. Where had you gone?

Even though you were the one who invited her to the show, she couldn't find you anywhere. It didn't please her that she went through all of the trouble to assist to the event you requested, you couldn't bother to receive her or stay with her. She would certainly share a few cold words with you once this was over..

A sudden, distorted and robotic voice broke her out of her focus, as she turned to the stage. There, the masked singer was speaking to the crowd, with a calm manner of speaking that she could recognize... Not only that, but their body language was also strangely familiar...

However, her suspicions were confirmed when the masked singer began their performance. Even as the voice distorter altered their singing, their technique and style were something that she identified as belonging to someone that seemed to be missing from the picture... Her interest peaked, and she listened carefully to the song.

In fact, the song was also something she recognized. It was altered as well, but she had heard it the first day that you started sharing your works. Not only that one... The second one she remembered praising as unique, and the third, as simple yet mystical. The last one was yet another original, one that she never had heard before, yet your style was there, and she remembered how much of an easy time you had creating new melodies... It was so interesting, she spent the whole show carefully analyzing your techniques and the songs you remixed so carefully!

The show ended, and Mafuyu wasted no time heading for the zone where she had realized that connected the main area with the backstage passages. And from there, she could recognize your figure, smiling as it approached her. Although her stoic face was the same, you could tell from her relaxed posture that she was fond of the show!

"That was very unexpected. You kept that surprise pretty well, even though it was frustrating to walk through the crowds looking for you. So, in the end, you seem to have taken my advice... Did you enjoy it? Because I certainly didn't hate it."

You were very thankful to her, because without her interference, you wouldn't have found the courage to ask permission from your friends to use those songs publicly, nor the drive to find a way to debut them without their identity being revealed! You still cared about their wishes after all...

You both discussed about the changes you had made to the songs all the way back to her home, as she had spent more time there than she intended to at first... You couldn't help but smile again at the implications that this meant.

You waved goodbye, and thanked her again for assisting to your debut, then you left her off at her front door. Mafuyu went on the rest of her day as usual, but not before telling the rest of N25 about your debut and songs. They could tell how invested and interested she was just from her tone of voice, but decided to not mention it. This was proof enough of her improvements, after all. And besides, who could blame her for becoming your first dedicated fan?

The first one to question it was herself, of course. Even as the meeting with N25 ended, and she headed to bed, your songs never left her mind. So different from K's, yet they had to have struck a chord inside her for them to stay inside her head for so long... However, these were thoughts that she didn't mind having inside her head. Maybe... She enjoyed having them.

That... Was a lot. I mean, I knew that it would be, but wow... I think that was enough Mafuyu for a day, lol. Caw.

#project sekai #project sekai x reader #project sekai headcanons #project sekai imagines #prsk #prsk x reader #pjsekai #pjsekai x reader #pjsk #pjsk x reader #hatsune miku colorful stage #mafuyu asahina #mafuyu asahina x reader #asahina mafuyu #asahina mafuyu x reader #/cawcanons #/✨Anon!

[rebloggedsunsox]

SECURITY BREACH RUIN SPOILERS

Finally got around to watching a Security Breach Ruin playthrough, oh boy. That was a lot. Most notably in my own thoughts, or as many as I can pull out of my head right now-

• Obviously, so much more fleshed out and developed. I'm really happy SW was given all the time they needed to make this dlc, because it's just so so good, storywise and obviously in its gameplay compared to the unfortunate fate of security breach.

• Bonnie's Glamrock design had me screaming - there he was!! I love all the fanon designs for him don't get me wrong, his game design is just as refreshing and cool. The bright light blue in the main of him reminded me of Toy Bonnie (aka one of my favourite animatronics) and was a very nice colour to choose in comparison to purple, since that colour is mostly incorporated in Roxy's design now (and Aftons whole thing but ykwim). Brilliant!!

• ROXY. OUGH. I pitied her and liked the memes abt her that went around during the first game and her hatred for Gregory following into the new one (duh, wants her damn eyes back), but oh my god her whole thing with Cassie made me so sad. Surely your friends will show up this time!!! Number one!!! Twice!!!

• Not gonna lie, was very much expecting an ending where the mask gets permanently stuck on Cassies head and the AI Bunny(cant remember atm what ites being called lmao) just torments her for all of eternity. It struck me as really important that the mask had such an intrusive and physical method of use, and how Cassie is now permanently connected to the network whether she has it on or off, I thought they were going to do more with it in the endings. I know that the Brazil ending had Cassie using it to hide from her fate with the mimic, but that feels to me like its more about Cassie using it to escape rather than the reality of the mask now being specifically part of her. Not a complaint at all though, just my own personal thoughts and observations!!!

• The Mimic. Yeesh. Rip having to pretend to be Gregory of all people just to get out from a sinkhole, may I remind you the Mimic literally sassed Helpi in the first rid of the AI Bunny? Most in character line he managed to stitch together lmao (i have more to say abt it but I am too tired to try and write thst out rn)

• CANDY CADET. SOBBING.

• That poster up by the vents from BOWLING to FAZER BLAST being Freddy's poster for Bonnie? Cry. Legitimately made me tear up a little. I don't care what context people are choosing to frame their relationship in based on that "Love, Freddy" bit or what is actually confirmed canon (when do we ever get that in fnaf tho/j), they were programmed robots with a legitimate sense of care and affinity for each other and that is SO. DAMN. SAD.

• Follow up to that, DID SHUTTING DOWN ALL OF THE CUTE LITTLE YELLOW SIGN BABIES RELEASE BONNIE'S SPIRIT OR KILL IT? Regardless, those glowing eyes from his body in the secret bowling area had to mean something. Imagine being destroyed like that and having your soul trapped in your immovable body, waiting for who knows how long for someone to evem find you...

• Monty's story? Both don't trust it or Monty at all and still feel kinda a little bad for him. Going on the principle that he's had the ability to feel since the beginning too makes me worry for his possible character conflict when/if his full story if explicitly revealed. Someone gave him the ability to become one of the four, and still I don't think it was Bonnie despite the little art story. Monty might have been the one to destroy Bonnie to get there, but I think that hand with the guitar is symbolising that he had some kind of help along the way.

• Was kinda hoping Chica was gonna get more of a fleshed out backstory but its fine, she got her bits and thats okay! What was with the voice box bit??? Her minigame looked like fun tho lmao

That's most of what I feel like bringing up for now. Overall just a solid, banger fnaf game that I absolutely now just regard as its own installment completely seperate to Security Breach. Finally getting back into the swing of things. Cant wait for what's next!

#just needed to get the post watch brainrot out of my head for now lmao this is mostly just me losing my mind #excited to dig more into the actual fan content now!! #good game good game good game #sox speaks #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #fnaf ruin spoilers #fnaf spoilers #five nights at freddy's #security breach ruin #security breach #yep all the tags lol

[streamsofstardust]

Call the Hunters

Chapter 2:

word count- 3,844

content warnings- non-sexual bondage, allusions to/minor acts of violence, mentions of weapons, non-sexual choking

a/n- chapter 2 is here! @jakewhorecore / @tlexx and i decided to post the new chapters every tuesday, so keep your eyes peeled lol. as always we hope you enjoy and if you'd like to be added to the taglist, the link is in my bio, or you can message me to ask! happy hunting 🖤

Daniel was the first one to wake. Even though he spent the night on the gravelly cold dusty ground, he surprisingly slept well. Well enough to not quite remember the fact that he was in the same vicinity as a witch, let alone wrapped around her petite body as she remained sleeping.

He stopped to finally be able to look at the details that made up Yelena. Her black hair was thick and curled at the bottom, framing her sharp jawline. Her nose was slender and pointed ever so slightly. And although her eyes were gently shut, he could still make out just how round and big they were. From her plump parted lips, even steady breaths escaped. She was in a deep sleep, and since he was practically alone he needed to take advantage of that.

With his arm still pinned under her head, Daniel patted around Yelena’s cloak searching for what the king demanded he find. He would know it once his fingers brushed the sharp dangerous edges.

Daniel stretched his arm as far as he could without disturbing Yelena, accidentally brushing her bare shin. She was softer than he imagined she to be. Always hearing that witches were calloused, rough creatures of the night. Yelena was almost the opposite of that. Yet, Daniel had to remember that her soft beautiful exterior was just to hide the real horrors on the inside. Witches ruined Daniel’s life before it had ever begun, writing his fate. 

The hunter allowed his hand to keep gliding, not minding when his hands brushed in her skin. It had been too long since he felt anything soft and inviting. 

“Get your hands off of me before I cut them off.” Yelena’s voice was deeper than it was the day before, coated in grogginess.

He ripped his hand from her faster than he ever had released a bow. With an awkward cough, Daniel gained his composure, “Just checking to make sure you don’t turn into a demon in your sleep.”

“If I did, you'd already be dead, hunter.”

“Yet I breathe and, somehow, I am still in hell, witch.”

The two pulled away from each other, separating their bodies for the first time in hours. Daniel twirled his shooting arm, making sure to keep it loose, while Yelena stretched her fingers to be able to conjure a spell in mere seconds. Even after being so close, the enemies made sure that they’d be able to defend themselves against the other. They were both acutely aware of the threat the other posed; it would be a mistake to let their guard down even for a second.

“We need to get going if we want to get back to the kingdom before sundown.” Daniel spoke to Yelena with his back to her while he wiped dust from his jacket. 

“Kingdom?” Yelena scoffed. “I am not going anywhere near that dreadful place.” 

Daniel, already irritated from before, turned to face Yelena. “What makes you think you have a choice in the matter?”

Yelena’s arms elegantly crossed over her chest, her pointer finger lifted just in case she needed to use her magic. “As if one hunter could stop me.”

A cheshire-like smile slowly appeared on the hunter’s face as he stared the witch down. He took carefully calculated steps towards where she stood, slow enough to not immediately come off as a threat, but paced in such a way that she couldn’t help but feel nervous. It was something Daniel took pride in, his ability to shock those around him with just how terrifying he could become. She felt the pace of her heartbeat quicken, but did her best to keep her outward appearance calm. The arguing she could handle, but this, this was unsettling.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, Yelena,” Her eyes widened and her heart dropped into her stomach at the sound of her name on his lips. “But it wasn’t my three brothers who caught you, it was me.”

“How do you-” She started, her voice barely over a whisper.

The hunter opened his mouth and raised his brows in faux surprise, mocking her expression. “How do I what? Know your name, little witch? Guess you should really double check before you let your guard down and spill secrets.”

She was worried. Not for the reason he should have been when he revealed his name to her - he wasn’t a witch, she’d be fine - but it wasn’t exactly comforting when someone you despised knew you on a personal level. She hated that she no longer had something over him, as miniscule as it was.

She turned her back to him, adjusting her cloak in order to avoid looking at him. “Regardless, I need to go back to my cottage. There are some things I need to retrieve.”

Daniel’s ears perked at that, curious to know more. He hadn’t found what he was searching for when he felt around her cloak earlier. “What ‘things?’”

The witch paused her movements, hesitant to respond. She certainly didn’t trust him enough to be honest about what she needed, but the last thing she wanted was him dragging her, quite literally, in the exact opposite direction of where she should be. 

“Just… things.” She flinched at the stupidity of her words. Great response.

Daniel nodded in acknowledgment, though she wouldn’t see it with her back to him. It was obvious she didn’t have what he was searching for on her person, so perhaps going back to her home was a good idea. He’d be able to look around on his own, find what he needed, and return both the item and the witch to the king in a day's time. Granted it was unlikely Yelena would go willingly, especially not after he took something of hers. He’d hog tie her if need be, he didn’t care.

He hummed in contemplation. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight, that much he knew. “Alright,” he spoke to her. “We better head out then.”

Neither of them spoke again on the subject, rather choosing to collect themselves in silence as they walked out of the cover of the cave. As Yelena lifted her palms to shift the branches and leaves blocking the exit, she saw Daniel in the corner of her eye slice through them with his daggers. She gasped at the sight, one of her hands coming up to cover her open mouth. This was the first time she had seen him exude any legitimate strength and power and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t a bit frightening. Once she had moved beyond the initial shock of the act, she felt anger course through her body.

Who the hell did he think he was slashing through nature like some careless heathen? He was barbaric and vile and cruel and completely uncivilized and- and-

Her thoughts stopped as she noticed his eyes on her, rage taking the forefront of his expression. His breathing was heavy and his chest heaved with every inhale and exhale. Simply put, if looks could kill, she’d be a goner.

“No, no really. Go on with your tirade, witch, please, I’d love to hear more about how horrendous you think I am.” There was pure venom laced in his words.

Had she said her thoughts out loud? She could’ve sworn she only thought the words in her head, but Daniel’s reaction indicated she might very well have been mistaken.

“I-” She stuttered, nervous to say another wrong thing.

“Don’t bother. In fact, if I hear another word out of your mouth I won’t hesitate to disregard orders and slit your throat. I’d love to show you how ‘barbaric’ I can really be.”

She nodded in understanding, not wanting to take the risk, and covered her head with the hood on her cloak.

“And for the record, I took care of the obstruction so you wouldn’t have to use your magic. My brother Josh taught me better than to mindlessly destroy the earth that gives us so much. But yes, I’m so cruel.”

Oh.

She hadn’t thought about that. Of course, being as in tune with nature as she was, she wasn’t happy about what he did, but it was considerate.

No, wait. What? What the hell was she saying? He just didn’t want her using magic around him again, having already expressed his distaste for the practice. He wasn’t being kind or considerate, he was once again showing how much he hated who she was. She suddenly no longer felt remorse for accidentally speaking aloud before. Her words were true then and would remain as such. Nothing would change that. Witch hunters were no better than the mud caught between the grooves in her boots.

The pair walked out of the cave, the witch following mere footsteps behind the hunter as she truthfully had no idea how to get back to her part of the woods. Once they made it back to where this ordeal began, she’d be fine navigating, but until then she had to rely on him. It put a foul taste in her mouth.

Perhaps the walk would have been less stressful had the hunter not kept a hand on one of his daggers the entire time. Try as she might, Yelena found it difficult to tear her gaze from where his fist tightly gripped the weapon. She realized Daniel was not a man who made empty threats, and she had no doubt that he’d keep his word if she dared to open her mouth to utter a single word. It was fine, she had nothing to say to him anyway.

As she stared at the metal, she studied the intricate details carved into the handle, noticing the differences between them and the ones marking nearly every other item on him. They didn’t depict the king’s crest, so either he made them himself, or received them elsewhere. It didn’t matter in the slightest, but Yelena was naturally curious to a fault, and it would bug her until she found the answer. 

“You call them your brothers, but you are not blood.”

Daniel didn’t give Yelena the satisfaction of a response, rather a husky huff of air. The slight curl in his upper lip did tell her she struck a nerve. Exactly what she wanted, as she noticed the tension leave his hand to move to his face.

“So, who are they? Some orphans?” His eyes flashed to hers only briefly while he walked. The mundane pattern of the leaves crunching under each one of his steps only fueled Yelena’s song-like teasing tone. Her cloak danced behind her with the extra bounce in her step. She had to admit, teasing Daniel was fun enough to make the time go by faster. “Wait, it's you! You’re the boy with no parents who had to be taken in by some well off family just so he could have a night of rations. Tell me, hunter, how did it feel mopping the scum of the rich-“

Before Yelena even finished her sentence, Daniel had her by the neck. His fingertips pressed harshly into the sides of her throat as he pulled her into his body. Yelena had thought she had seen Daniel mad before, but this was another level of rage she didn’t know was possible. 

His eyes were black, a slight shade of red flushed over his cheeks, and his teeth were so tightly grit they looked like they could crack like glass at any moment. Hot, angry spit sprayed over her face while he growled at her. “Never speak of my family. You know nothing.”

Pushing her luck, she continued berating. “You have no family.”

Yelena's voice was squeaky, barely above a whisper as Daniel’s grip only tightened.

“And what about you? Your father is the devil. You’re all alone, and worse than that you're damned to burn in hell. At least I’ll be reunited with my mother.”

Yelena looked down, scoffing at him. She chuckled, knowing she was going to twist the metaphorical knife. “That makes sense. A scared boy fighting to make his dead mommy proud.”

The hand that was so married to Daniel’s dagger finally left its place to pull at the back of Yelena’s hair. She had no choice but to look him in the eye, as she strained to keep her feet on the ground. 

“Your mother is dead too, Yelena.” He smirked watching her struggle. “You can thank me and my brothers for that.”

His words settled deep in her, but she had to ignore them for this to work. Daniel had the upper hand when it came to strength, but Yelena knew she could outwit him.  Now that his hands were occupied, Yelena easily grasped his favored dagger pulling it from his belt.

The slashing sound of the metal against the leather caused Daniel to look down at their close bodies. He was not able to enjoy the view because his vision went blurry when his own blade pressed against his jugular. 

The two had each other’s life in their hands, staring at one another waiting to see who would give into their rage first. If Daniel just squeezed a little tighter, he’d be free to go back to the kingdom on his own. However, he’d be back empty handed and Daniel had been working so hard to prove himself to the king. Unlike his brothers, Daniel had to make sure he made no mistakes. The king seemed to have him under a close eye, quickest to be disappointed in Daniel.

And if Yelena just slid her hand to the right, she’d be free to go back to her cottage and live out her life as she wanted. However, the king’s coven would be tracking her. Along with the fact she could never stop running from his brothers, she’d have a permanent target on her back for killing one of their own. 

There was no other option than to be locked in a stand still. Both of them not wanting to kill the other, but not wanting to be the one killed. One had to break to save them both. Yelena retracted the blade slightly from his throat, just to test his reaction. He followed her lead, lightening his grip so now his fingers only slightly rested over her skin. 

“We don’t have to do this.” Daniel whispered.

“You should make up your mind. Do you want to kill me or not?”

His hand tightened once more. “I want to kill you, I will kill you. Just not yet, not until you give me-“

“The gem?” Yelena dropped the knife on the ground as an act of surrender. After a brief moment of hesitation, Daniel let go of her. Yelena’s body crashed down into his, only to be saved from falling by his arm wrapping around her waist. “Is that what the king wants? What you were searching for this morning?”

“How-“

“We’ve known for decades, hunter.” Yelena pushed off Daniel with flat palms to his chest. “We are clairvoyant. Don’t you recall that from your training?”

Yelena turned her back to him, continuing down the path to her cottage. Any time the gem was mentioned her blood ran cold. She was scared of those who wanted it, but she was terrified of the gem itself. The powers of the gem were unknown to all. It was said to give the beholder immense capabilities. All it could do, what could happen if the king got ahold of it… It was too much responsibility, yet she promised her grandmother to guard it with her life. 

“Yelena…” Daniel trailed off once he caught up to her. Just like the gem, Daniel terrified her. His emotions made no sense to her, flipping between harsh and sweet faster than she could keep up. She suspected that it was some strategic way to manipulate her, but his eyes appeared so genuinely concerned. 

“Did he tell you?” Her focus was in front of her, not allowing herself to look in his eyes. 

“What?”

“Your king. Your precious, loved, honest king. Did he tell you what the gem does?”

“No.” His voice was higher than normal, obviously intrigued by her question.

“Good.” 

“Yelena.” He stopped, calling her name to urge her to cease her movement as well. “Yelena.”

Before she could get too far, Daniel reached out and grabbed her bicep. It was the opposite of his touch before, caring and gentle. “What does it do, Yelena?”

“It’s better if you don’t know.”

She was telling him the truth. She shouldn’t care, yet she wanted him to stay alive. Yelena didn’t want Daniel to know, not that she had much detail to give him, but she put her faith in karma and she refused to allow his life to be the one to damn her for the next decade. His life was less likely to be in danger the less he knew. And Yelena only hoped that’s why the king chose not to give him or his brothers details about the gem. 

“Tell me.”

“Believe me hunter, I’m doing you a favor.” 

“I don’t need protection.”

“And I don’t need the walking target that you are.” Yelena stopped once more, hoping to reason with the brooding hunter. “Listen, Daniel, if you let me go now there’s no shame. You can say I cast a spell or something. It’s safer for both of us if you just turn around and forget you ever saw me.”

“You know I can’t do that.” Daniel reached behind him to tuck the back of his shirt into his pants. Looking down his nose at Yelena, he did his best to ignore her wide doe like eyes. 

“You’re right. I guess I’ll just have to-.” Yelena raised her arms, her fingers gracefully fluttering as she mumbled an unrecognizable language to Daniel. 

He watched her full lips form a beautiful poem, a pink trance falling over him. Daniel was frozen, becoming hyper aware of all the minuscule movements of her body. Her left foot was slightly in front of her right, her body was angled so even under her cloak her curves were prominent, and her fingers were flexed to a point. 

Daniel had no control over himself, just as Yelena willed. This was such a simple spell for her, one that her grandmother taught her the moment her powers revealed themselves. Putting a man under a controlled spell was easy, most of them already distracted by femininity. Then it’s just a twist of her fingers and Yelena could force them to do anything she wanted.

Yet, something different was happening here. Daniel had not fully given her control. He was fighting it off, Daniel had a willpower unlike anyone Yelena came across before. 

Her hands shook as she tried to keep the spell intact. Daniel just stepped towards her, breaking all her concentration. As soon as Yelena’s hands fell to her side, cool metal wrapped around her wrist. It wasn’t flush against her soft skin, but tight enough to keep her attached to Danny, who had the other side of the shackle closed around him. 

“You think shackles can keep me bound?” Yelena laughed then snapped her fingers. 

Her face fell when nothing happened. She expected the shackles to be on the woodland floor, but they stayed put. She tried once more, and again, nothing.

“What is happening?” There was panic in Yelena’s voice. Without her powers she was defenseless against the strength of the hunter. 

“A hunter's best weapon are other witches.” Daniel raised their arms up so the shackles were in front of Yelena’s face. There were ruins etched into the metal that glowed when she touched them. They were put in place to block her magic, an ancient spell that was hard to master. Whoever made these shackles was much more powerful than her. 

“Daniel, I beg of you.” Yelena used her free hand to grab his forearm. 

“So now you grovel? Not so smug anymore, are you, witch?”

Yelena didn’t have time to prepare a comeback, interrupted by the approaching sound of horse’s hooves against the impacted mud. 

“Your brothers?” Yelena rolled her eyes. The last thing she needed was an undoubtedly insufferable trek with all four brainless hunters. However, Daniel’s face had turned a vile shade of white. “My brothers don’t ride horses.”

“Then who is it, Daniel?” Yelena rushed out. Daniel pulled her down behind a bush with him, being connected by the shackles forcing her to move with him. “Daniel, tell me!”

He hushed her, going so far as to place a finger against her lips. “It’s the king’s coven. I’m out of time.”

“What do you mean out of time?” Her words were muffled against his finger that still remained on her.

“He sent them to collect. Collect us both.” She had finally seen true fear in Daniel’s eyes, and she was entirely uncomfortable with it. It didn’t suit him. “My brothers and I were only given so much time to find you, and we’ve been gone longer than that.” 

His free hand came up to pull at his hair before swiping over his face. His heart was racing, fully unprepared to deal with the coven without his brothers. Yelena watched the hunter as the distress took over his entire body.

“Why would he be after you?”

Daniel was caught in his thoughts, unable to respond to her question. “I should’ve known. I should’ve expected it and now we’re-”

Yelena grabbed his jaw with her free hand, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. She repeated her question, “Why would he be after you?”

Daniel’s eyes were wide and full of concern. He opened his mouth to respond but was forced to pull Yelena closer to him to conceal her from the fire haired witch that was only a few yards away.

“Unshackle me. I can help, I can conceal where we are.” If she could access her magic she could protect them both. At this point she had a considerable amount of rest and knew she could do better than she had when she was first fleeing from the group of hunters.

“I can’t.” He whispered back.

“I promise I won’t run. You’re my enemy but I won’t leave you to them.”

“I can’t.” He repeated even quieter now.

“Give me the key, hunter. We don’t have time for games.” She patted around his belt, desperately searching for anything that felt like a key. But, there was nothing. “Where is the key, Daniel?”

The hunter was quiet for longer than Yelena was comfortable with. He wasn’t explaining why he supposedly could not unlock the shackles, and her nerves were beginning to pair with a growing rage.

“My brother, Jake, has it.”

A bead of sweat slowly fell down Daniel’s forehead as he swallowed a large lump. Yelena looked behind her, noticing that the witch was only an arms length away. This was it, after a year of running she’d finally be caught.

“Idiots.”

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Please please please could you tell us about OP verse with Nnoi?))) It seems so cool but I can find only treads and not some... lore? specifically about your muse

[ ;O; // OH thank you very much for taking interest in Nnoitra's One Piece verse! Fun fact is that this blog was originally made with only an OP verse, because that was the fandom I used to write in (my first rp blogs were OP blogs). I'm sorry I haven't made his verse info more accessible! :O I'll make it accessible on mobile when I have time. All verse info can be viewed on my blog (desktop only), on the "About/Verses" star. Nnoitra's OP verse is called BLOOD & THE MOON.

Here is the lore/backstory for his verse! -

Nnoitra was born on a desert-island in South Blue. His hometown was very small one, the kind where everyone knows everyone. He lived there with his parents, and his older brother, Shinji.

This particular island had a reputation of producing strong fighters, who often turned out to be either marines, pirates, bounty-hunters or warriors.

Already as a child, it was clear that Nnoitra had a talent far exceeding anyone else’s. He towered over the other children with more than a head, and even his older brother was shorter than him.

At fourteen, nobody could beat him at anything.

This didn’t make him happy, on the contrary. He wanted to become stronger and stronger, until his name reached the heavens. But nobody on the island could teach him anything more than what he already knew. So, how was he to improve?

For a couple of years, Nnoitra walked around with the thought of leaving his home town. But he did love his parents and his brother, and if possible, he would like to stay with them.

It was around this time that the marines began to see an interest in Nnoitra. Even though he was just a young teenager, they thought he had potential. Since this island often bred good marines, it was only natural that they kept an eye out.

Late one night, a wounded sorcerer arrived at the island. The townsfolk thought he was just a silly old man who could do some magic-tricks, and Nnoitra would’ve thought so too, if the man hadn’t asked him: “Do you want to become stronger?” Of course, Nnoitra’s answer to this was “Yes!”.

And so, the old man sat up a campfire a little out of town, and brought Nnoitra there. This was where Nnoitra traded part of his soul for powers. Nnoitra felt a sharp pain in his head, and a cold sensation, like half his head was filled with snow.

Trading part of his soul allowed Nnoitra to gain physical abilities way beyond his dreams. He was now able to use Rokushiki perfectly. The most special ability he gained was his Tekkai, because he doesn’t need to stand still to use it.

Who did he trade his soul with? He traded them with the god of Despair. So, he gained physical abilities, and had to give up a part of his soul, and his left eye. After this, he had a hole in his head, which he was quick to hide with the big eyepatch he currently wears.

What Nnoitra didn’t know, was that this old sorcerer was in fact a wanted man, who had been hunted by the marines for decades. And they caught on to him. Soon, battleships were closing in on the little island. The people in the village quickly figured out that the sudden attack on their island had to be connected to the mysterious, old man showing up. And they wanted to give him up to the marines. But Nnoitra refused, of course he did. This man had allowed him to grow even stronger, and turning him in to the government was something only a coward would do. He had a big fight with his parents and brother, and the rest of the town about this matter.

In the end, he decided to try and help the sorcerer off the island. He left the village, and together with the old man, they headed to the other side of the island to find a boat. He did manage to send him off, and he has never seen him since.

When he returned to the village, everything was chaos. All the houses burnt down, and everyone. Everyone was dead. He dug the bullets out of his brother’s body, but it was too late.

Of course, Nnoitra blamed himself for this, why wouldn’t he? And truly, it was his fault, though, he didn’t know that. For the first time in his life, he wanted to die.

What he didn’t know, was that this was a gift to him. A gift from the God of Despair. Since he lacked part of his soul, the God thought it only proper that it should be replaced with Despair. Even today, Nnoitra has not gotten rid of the Despair he felt that day.

Nnoitra has learned to live with Despair, and it has become an important part of him.

Nnoitra didn’t kill himself that day, but he was stuck with a deathwish. Deep down, Nnoitra still wants to die.

He left the island shortly after everyone was dead, and he headed straight for the Grand Line. He did what he had to survive. But, during his travels, his heart grew heavy, and the guild tried to eat him up.

On a desert island, which reminded him very much of his home, he decided to end it. He picked up his knife (at that time was always carrying a knife and a sword), and placed it over his heart. As the blade pierced his skin, it disappeared, and a person appeared in front of him. The person looked to be made out of pure darkness. He couldn’t tell if it was male or female, human or not. It didn’t say anything, it just dragged Nnoitra forcefully to his feet, and put its hand on his bleeding chest, stopping the blood. And then, it turned into a huge weapon. The Santa Teresa he carries around today.

That was the first and final time Nnoitra tried to kill himself. He didn’t want that kind of pathetic death. He didn’t want to die by his own hand. No. A strong fighter like himself should die in a battle. He should fight ‘til the death. That was how he wanted his life to end, and it still is. For years, Nnoitra travelled the Grand Line, and mostly specialised in bounty hunting, but he soon grew bored with that.

After having seen a lot of the world, he was convinced that the strongest people were pirates, and so, he wished to become one himself. He is now on the lookout for a strong crew he can join, so that he might enjoy tougher battles, and finally... Find someone stronger than him, who can end it all. ]

#[ thank you for asking anon! ] #[ i don't get to use this verse NEARLY as much as i want to ] #[ also it's been like 10 years since i came up with this lore I WONDER IF IT'S STILL ANY GOOD fjfjfjfj ] #toby post. ╱ out of character. #longpost //

[annadeedee]

Hi!! I'm a first year college student who's going to be majoring in math. As someone who's doing their PhD in math (o mighty one) how would you suggest I get to a point where I can read a paragraph/proof in a math textbook and not go "what the FUCK". It takes me about 5 to 10 minutes to even comprehend what each theorem says and yeah that makes the study process very long and arduous. Also for reference I like reading classic math texts for the ☆aesthetic☆ (and also cuz ig they're classics for a reason?)

Hi! Thank you for your question! I have several thoughts, in no particular order:

It is absolutely normal for proofs to take significantly longer to read than "regular" texts. You are not just passively absorbing information, but actively re-creating the argument and building it for yourself.

honestly, if a proof isn't going to make you go "what the FUCK" initially, the writer may just omit it altogether and say it's trivial. Sometimes they do it even when it is not. Not every math book is equally well-written.

that being said, most modern math textbooks phrase their claims in a fairly standardized language, stating the necessary elements and leaving out the unnecessary ones. You will get used to it and be able to parse it properly with practice.

practice doesn't just mean reading, it involves writing down your own proofs and running them through other people. math is not a solitary endeavor, it is a collective activity. Through building your own proofs (and doing it wrong many times), you'll understand how and why other mathematicians wrote what they did in that particular way (and the bits they skipped, and how you can fill in the gaps)

if that is too vague for you, my practical beginner's advice when you're trying to parse a statement is to clearly write down the assumptions (mark them in colors if that helps you), separate them well from the (desired) conclusions they imply, and make sure you understand the underlying logic structure of the statement and the things that need to be shown.

on that note, get very comfortable with propositional logic, lest you try to prove "A -> B" by showing "¬A -> ¬B". You'd think that's a silly mistake, but you'd be surprised. And not all arguments are structured as simply as that.

yes, I know you asked about making the process faster and I told you to slow it down even more BUT you will become significantly faster and all of this will become second-nature. You WILL get better at this and it will get less frustrating (though the math will get harder... so maybe the frustration just gets shuffled around to more fun aspects of the math process)

TALK TO OTHER PEOPLE. If you think you've understood something, try to explain it to someone else. If there's a problem with your reasoning, their questions will help. If you don't understand how the proof jumped from one claim to the next, the other person might have an insight. Even just imagining how you would explain it to someone is going to help. Be honest, and recognize when you're hiding things or hand-waving them away.

Draw lots of pictures. Try to find examples. Try to find counterexamples.

I'm very curious, which classic math texts are you reading? As a fellow fan of old math writing, my big warning is that 19th and early 20th century math is significantly harder to read than modern proofs, and that's not a reflection on your abilities. If you don't know what poincaré is rambling about, don't worry, neither do most people. there's historical context missing, assumptions about your math background, very woolly formulations... I once read a German paper from the 1920s where the writer refused to write "Hausdorff-Raum" and instead used "Raum im Sinne von Herrn Haussdorf". Every. Time. Modern writers (mid-20th century onwards, I'd say?) write much more clearly and concisely.

Best of luck with your studies! Math is great, I hope you have as much fun with it as I did :)

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