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Bonus Short Story: Lars

​Word count: 5k

Summary: Snapshots from the life of a boy who grew teeth to replace his missing wings.

CW: brief depictions of body horror, blood, gore, and mentions and discussions about drug use

A/N: I've been hoarding this since last year lol Now that chapter 3 is out, I can finally share this with you all! Hope you enjoy

There was blood in the snow. It was thick and dark and redder than any shade he'd ever seen. His body sunk into the earth, and the cold sunk into him. The Dead Thing stood over him, more alive than his parents now. More alive then he would be soon. Its faulty impression of wings flared out behind it, void face mimicking oblivion.

'Precious child, take your wings.'

Its hand reached out, cupping his cheek, forcing his head to raise. His blond hair fell back, unfocused eyes losing their color of clear blue. The wound on his back wouldn't stop bleeding. This was not a type of bleeding he knew, like the kind acquired from climbing trees or running through parks. His parents must have spilled out every drop, with the state they'd been left in.

His eyes slipped closed, body sagging. Its fingers trailed down his face, stopping at his throat. Its hands were colder than the snow. He'd never know anything else beyond his eighth winter.

Impact.

His body fell back, sinking into the snow. He cried out just as the thing let out an inhuman screech. There were voices shouting, hands reaching for him, tending to his wounds. More yelling. Hard words. More screaming. Magic polluted the air. The pain wouldn't leave him. It'd never leave him.

//

No one wanted him. He couldn't say he'd been surprised. Even so young, at the tender age of eight, he'd felt the way eyes would pierce into him, looking right at his neck. He tried to shrug it off, keep his head down, ignore the prickle on his skin. He'd keep quiet and live with his aunt and not pay attention to any of her and her husband's whispering. He'd try to stay out of his cousins' way.

He just wasn't made for anything except violence.

The scar on his back rose all the way to the left side of his neck. His shirt couldn't hide all of it, leaving it open for staring. The kids at school had asked about it with a flighty curiosity, but had mostly left it alone. So he grew up, and the scar grew with him. It was sensitive to the touch, pins and needles every time he brushed his own hands against it.

When someone else did it, quietly and suddenly, without permission, his brain lit up. He wasn't sure what he'd done until teachers were pulling him off another student, teeth barred and body shaking. The boy had laid strewn on the floor, wailing and covering his face. There was blood dripping to the floor, likely from a hit to the nose.

Lars hadn't realized what he'd done until his guardians were called in. He'd sat in the chair in the principal's office, turned away from the other kid who held an ice pack to his face, and glowered at the mediocre paintings hanging on the walls. He hadn't meant for this to happen, but it had. Whatever eggshells he'd been walking on shattered after two years.

His aunt arrived, looking flushed in the face from emotions. She didn't look at him. He didn't look at her. She apologized profusely, grabbed him by the arm hard, and when he jerked away, she pulled harder.

"Ten years old, and already causing problems. You really are just like my brother." Lars said nothing to her, too focused on getting her to let go.

He yanked and stalled and when she was ready to snap again he hissed. "Stop touching me."

She ignored him, and dragged him to the car. Directed him inside, and said they were going to have to talk about this later. He knew what that meant. He could already picture the conversation. He curled up in the backseat, rubbing where she touched and suddenly felt the need for a shower. Or maybe, even, a chance to rip off all his skin.

//

Middle school was when Lars stopped caring. Keeping his head down hadn't made them pleasant, and after his first mistake, he decided to do it on purpose. Fights were a rush, blood in his ears, nose, mouth. Fist connecting with skin, harsh words spilling out. It got to the tipping point by eight grade.

Aunt Lydia had made calls to every other family member she could think of. She couldn't raise him, not when he'd gotten expelled from a second school. Lars had thought 'fuck her', and snagged a cigarette from her purse when she hadn't been looking. He'd snuck out while she'd been begging on the phone yet again for someone else to take him in.

He went to the always barren park by the house. Lars wasn't sure what had happened here before, but he figured half of why it was empty was because of how prevalent death was. There was always the same ghost curled up by a lamppost and shivering. Lars wasn't sure, but he figured they died here from an overdose. He set the cigarette down on one of the tables, a habit he'd developed in the past year.

The ghost raised his head.

Lars said, "I need something from you again."

And the ghost answered.

//

"What are you doing here--don't just walk into this house."

Lars could hear the commotion from where he was holed up in his room. He kicked off the bed, threw the door open, and peeked out. A man he'd never seen before stood at the door. Dirty blonde hair, scraggly beard, the biggest shit-eating grin Lars had ever seen someone possess.

"What do you mean? I was invited. You have a rowdy teen boy problem and I'm here to take him off your hands." Lars narrowed his eyes as the man strolled in. Aunt Lydia was at a loss for words with that. He'd never seen her hold her tongue so quickly.

The man spotted him instantly. "Jesus Christ, you really do look just like my brother."

An uncle, then. Lars stepped out fully, slamming the door shut as if it'd make a point. "How do you know me?"

"Dear sis Lydia told me about you, of course."

"Bull fucking shit she did." Lars took a step towards him, and a flood of magic hit him as quickly as it flowed out of him. Immediately, Lars threw out a hand, bracing himself on the wall. His aunt shouted, asking what this freak of a man was doing.

Lars slipped to his knees, looking down at shaking hands. The whole world was slowly turning red. The red of blood. His own blood. What a curse, for his magic to look like this. The man kneeled down, reaching out and used magic to guide Lars' face up. He kept a distance away, to avoid any sense of touch.

His eyes were seeing right through him, "The name's Harvey Angel. I'm your uncle on your dad's side."

"What do you want?"

Uncle Harvey shrugged, "We'll talk about that later. For now, I'd suggest you start packing those bags."

//

"He's never shown a hint of magic." Lydia paced in the kitchen, furiously trying to get a hold of her husband. Harvey leaned back in the chair in was, tilting as far as he could go.

"I can imagine. How long since he's been doing drugs?"

She halted mid-stride. "What?"

"He's pretty young, right? Fourteen? I can't imagine he's been doing it that long. There's a program near my place that deals with youth addiction in case he needs it but--"

"Hold on." She snapped, hand slamming down on the table. "I've never seen him acting or looking like he was high."

"Well, you've never been the sort to see people." And teenagers were good at hiding things, besides. There were a lot of things he could assume immediately upon walking through the front door. The first was a strange and languid undercurrent of magic. It was always how magic felt with most kinds of drug use. He'd wanted to be sure, so he'd reached in and pulled the magic out of Lars before he'd known what was happening.

"You don't understand how much of a handful he is. He's worse than you and...well, he's worse than all of us when we were that age. And now this sudden revelation on top of it makes it all the worse. I never wanted to see you again, but at least you can finally take that fuck up off my hands."

Harvey said nothing, his eyes looking up towards where he heard the rummaging around of items. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with the boy. The last thing he was meant to be was a father figure, but his brother hadn't been either. At the very least, he owed it to him to try. So he'd try.

//

"First things first." Lars glanced around the room, sitting cross legged on the bed. By the sound of its creeks, he was sure it'd been around longer since he'd been alive. His apparent uncle sat across from him on top of the still unpacked boxes of the few things he had. Lars looked more like him than his aunt, he realized. The narrowness of the face and the easy bruising around the eyes mirrored his own. Had his dad looked the same? Lars couldn't remember.

"What?"

"What have you been using?"

Lars scowled, "If you kidnapped me just to send me to a rehab I don't fucking need--"

"Don't be smart. Answer the question."

He bit his inner cheek, but didn't see the point in hiding it, "Just pot."

"You swear?"

"What, do you want check my arm for track marks?" The warning flash in his uncle's eyes didn't match the ease of his smile. Lars took a deep breath. "I swear. I know plenty of death magicians' die from addiction."

The sharpness in his eyes eased a fraction, "You did your research. But knowing doesn't stop shit from affecting you."

"I don't know you well enough to get this lecture." Lars pressed his hands into the mattress, half tempted to get up and leave. But there was something still bothering him. "You didn't flinch when I mentioned death magicians."

"I knew you were one the second I pulled your magic at of you. Death magicians have a distinct aura around them. If you did it to me, you'd find the same." The easy admission made Lars look at the man in front of him again. He knew nothing about him, and he couldn't gleam anything from him either. "You started smoking so you wouldn't have to see the dead all the time, right?"

Lars nodded. He didn't like to admit it. There was nothing wrong with the dead, nothing that screamed danger when he looked at them. Yet, his whole back would grow warm and slick and the phantom pain of his scar would rush through him whenever he caught their gaze. He wasn't afraid, he just found the whole ordeal annoying.

"Well, you obviously know you're not the first. If it gets too much, let me know. I can show you some tricks. Eventually, you'll get used to the high and it won't stave the dead off like it does right now. That is, if you start to feel like trusting me."

"Why would I trust you? You're just another family member in a long line of them who took me in. By next year, I bet I'll be somewhere else. If I wasn't a magician, I would have been tossed to the system by now."

He meant this, and the returned smile was enough to ignite his blood, "Naw, I think I'll like you Lars. We'll see how things go, won't we?"

"I guess we will."

//

In that first year, Lars learned a lot of things about Uncle Harvey. He wasn't a master liar, and he didn't give a shit as to who he was lying to. On his fifteenth birthday, when he'd been forced to redo his magic aptitude test, Uncle Harvey had woven a whole tale of how Lars had been a late bloomer. Drugs? There were no drugs, Harvey's sister had just resented Lars with her whole soul that she'd made an excuse to get rid of him. They could even run a drug test.

By the end of the whole bullshit spiel, Lars had almost believed the man himself.

He also was the Death magician he'd claimed to been. During the first semester of his freshman year of high school, Uncle Harvey had picked him up one time for a reason Lars no longer remembered. When Lars had gotten to his car, Harvey had been eyeing one of the windows.

"What is it?" Lars had thrown his bag in the backseat before sitting on the passenger side.

Uncle Harvey had merely shrugged, "There are some schools more haunted than hospitals, I think. Maybe it has to do with how it's easier to accept death when you know it's coming, than in a place where you don't."

When Lars had glanced back, he'd seen a face he'd grown familiar with. A girl, a few years older, with her hair teased up in a baby blue blouse. Whatever had killed her wasn't something that had left wounds on the outside. Her eyes were always closed, her head always resting against the window.

He'd looked away.

The last thing Lars realized, during the summer before his sophomore year, was that his uncle was serious. Clearly, Uncle Harvey had no idea how the hell to be a parent. He forgot about dinner and coming home at night, or he'd show up at school, still half asleep, after the few fights Lars had gotten in to, shrugging his shoulders like he couldn't be damned despite the other fuming parent.

Yet, he could read Lars like a book. Everything he refused to say, Harvey just knew. After his first official high school fight, he'd handed Lars an axe and told him to go chop some wood to get the energy out. Lars had looked at him like he was insane yet ended up going at it until his fingers were raw. When Lars had felt the hint of a cold, the cabinets were suddenly stocked with medicine. When the unquiet of the dead reached for him, his uncle would drag him away, telling him looking only gave them power.

Then it was summer again, and Lars was still living with this man who had no plans to kick him out. He'd sat in the living room one morning, the foggy blue haze of six am filtered through open windows and smudged glass, and watched his uncle sit at an old piano. He'd watched the way his fingers glided over the keys and narrowed his eyes.

"I want to know."

"How to play piano?" His uncle hadn't looked up. "Your dad used to be quite the composer, you know."

"No, I don't know. I hardly remember him. But that wasn't what I was talking about. Teach me about Death magic." He paused, the notes gliding over him. He didn't remember his father well, but if he reached deep inside, he could almost recall sitting on a piano stool beside a vague male form playing a quiet melody. "And maybe the piano, too. If you can."

The man glanced back, more teeth than grin, "Finally convinced I don't hate you?"

"No, but close enough." Uncle Harvey's grin turned real at that as he barked out a laugh.

"Good, but don't expect me to go easy on you." Lars scoffed, and that was that.

//

Years went by. Harvey kept close eye on his nephew, who he hadn't expected to have real feelings for. But underneath all the bite, he could see fragments of his brother. The three of them had never gotten along when they were younger, and the second they could they'd all scattered to the wind, never to speak to each other again. Now, though, Harvey wondered if that man had been all bad. Perhaps it was his death which made him fonder of old memories than he should be.

Lars took quickly to music. His free time was spent more on practicing the piano and reading up on music theory than it was on homework. Harvey found he could only be so hard on him, since he figured the boy would have coasted along with his grades regardless of if he took up hobbies or not.

And as far as he could tell, leaning into his magic had done him far more good than bad. Harvey had seen many try to reach into that well and it caused them to spiral so much faster than if they'd merely run from their cursed magic. Death Magicians barely made it to fifty. It was a legacy filled with suicide and addiction and illness. And the Board of Magicians had never cared enough to offer their assistance.

The relief that Lars had hit his eighteenth birthday alive and sober enough, was enough to let him breathe. He did care for Lars. He hadn't cried at his brother's funeral, but if he ever had to attend Lars'? He thought he would.

"How does graduating feel?" Harvey asked, as he drove Lars to the ceremony.

Lars cut him a glance from the passenger seat, "Like I don't have to deal with bullshit anymore."

Harvey had to stop his grin, "Oh yeah? Then why'd you apply for college?"

There was a moment's pause, "Change of scenery. And anyway, I want to take music seriously."

"The Board won't let a Death Magician do whatever they please, you know."

"They can eat shit and die for all I care. I'm leaving, and they can try to drag me back if they want." Years had not softened him, but Harvey liked that. Liked that he could ask Lars anything and he'd always answer with his honest feelings, even if he did say it tinged with cruelty.

It made Harvey wish he had appreciated it in his brother. He wished he could go back in time and try again. Maybe if the three siblings had tried, things would have been different. But that was time he couldn't get back. He hoped taking in Lars would make up for those wounds he'd caused.

"Don't completely ghost me when you're gone." Harvey hadn't meant to say it.

Lars paused, the fire in his eyes cooling, "Sure."

In the language of Lars, that was a promise.

//

College went. Lars had taken up more instruments than his professors had cared for, and yet proved himself decent enough in all of them, and pretty good at two of them. His main strength was composing, and he sank into it with fever.

His uncle had managed to find some of his dad's pieces and Lars had studied them as though it would hold the answers of what the hell had happened that night all those years ago. Instead, he learned more about his dad's taste in music. Angry pieces with fast tempos, excessive use of staccatos, an endless aversion to the standard 4/4 time signature.

If art reflected the artist, than him and his dad might have been similar. He'd never bothered to ask his uncle about his parents, because he hadn't cared. He didn't want to know the dead, but he did want to know about the attack. The scar on his back felt like an endless mockery. He would find the monster, and slaughter it with his own hands.

But for now, he buried himself in a world away. No magicians, no magic, only the faint lingering of death and ghosts. The break was something he'd sought for so long. A world that just consisted of himself and no one else. He'd sink into creation and the rest of him would cease to exist. If he kept working, he'd cease thinking. He'd cease to be.

Nothing lasts forever, of course.

After one of his morning classes, he'd found a man waiting for him by the door.

"Lars Angel?" Lars paused, assessing eyes darting to who had stopped him. He was unfamiliar, middle aged with only a hint of aging, slicked back hair and a suit that costed a pretty penny. His pale skin had a glow to it, his smile barely suppressed anger. It wasn't directed at him. But that didn't matter as much as the magic which radiated off him in droves.

It made Lars snap, "Who the hell are you?"

The smile became sharp, the anger redirected towards him, "I'm the headmaster of Vales Grove University. You may call me Mr. Windsor. I have something I need to discuss with you, as per the request of West Myer's Board of Magicians."

"I'm not interested in using my magic for them."

"We'll discuss it further, in private." Lars locked eyes with Mr. Windsor, and the two stayed like that, immobile. Lars wasn't going to be the one who looked away, and apparently neither was Mr. Windsor. "Please don't delay. It will be easier for both of us if you come along. Especially seeing as this has to do with the incident twelve years ago."

Twelve years, back when he was eight. Back when his parents died. Lars' voice emptied out of all emotions, "Understood."

Despite himself, he followed Mr. Windsor down the halls.

//

"Death magicians are rare, you know." Mr. Windsor stirred cream into a cup of coffee. Lars cast a glance around the pseudo-quaint cafe, feeling magic roll over him in waves. He'd never been in a space with so many other magicians before. "They also bring up a lot of concern for us."

"So you're here to spy."

"I meant the harm in which they cause onto themselves." Mr. Windsor frowned, and Lars gave him a blank stare.

"I've been doing pretty good, thanks. But this isn't a wellness check. Cut the bullshit. You want something from me." Lars tapped his fingers against the wood of the table, chipped nails echoing despite the constant drone of radio jazz.

The flicker in the man's eyes showed his patience was already starting to wear thin. Lars wondered what kind of big shot he was that a hint of resistance blew his fuse, "You're right. West Myers' Board is dealing with a major issue in relation to both West Myers' itself and Juniper Valley. The assistance of Death Magicians would be a major help."

"Juniper Valley has always had something wrong with it." Granted, Lars hadn't realized that until he'd left the place. All at once, the tendrils of decay unraveled around his body. The constant presence of the dead had been a brief question in his mind. One he'd circled back to in relation to the slaughter of his parents. But he hadn't fully considered it. Not since he hadn't really thought he'd ever return.

"There are many place in this world, with different manifestations of magic and death. You'll find places of endless summers in regions that don't make sense, you'll find find towns were time has been stolen, and for Juniper Valley, death has always been its domain. It is not wrong, merely different."

A hard smile flashed on Lars face, "Yet, you seem the type of man to attack anything different as wrong. But being the Headmaster of Vales Grove, you can't actually say that, can you? Not without dealing with the consequences that come from holding that opinion."

The false pleasantness finally cracked away, and his smile became as biting as Lars, "You're exactly like your father."

Lars didn't take the bait, "Back on topic. You want me back because I'm a Death Magician?"

"Specifically, Vales Grove University has a grad program for Student Wardens--"

"I'm not going to be a dog for the Board, and I'm not going to be a dog for the university." Lars moved to stand, already finished with the conversation.

Mr. Windsor took a sip of his coffee, "Whatever is causing issues for the Board is related to the monsters which killed your parents."

"Is that so?" He glanced over, and Mr. Windsor nodded.

"I think someone liked the irony. 'Angels' killing the Angels' family. I supposed they missed a few, what with you and your uncle."

"And my aunt."

"Your aunt? Ah, yes. She wasn't blood related to your father. I suppose that had something to do with her safety." This was new information. Mr. Windsor kept watching his face, waiting for Lars to misspeak. Lars wondered when it'd click that he didn't have any emotional investment in his family.

It was what all soul magicians did with heart magicians. Appeal to their emotions, because it's where they draw their magic from. Lars was pretty sure some of their theories on magic were faulty, considering the absence of empathy he'd had his whole life.

"Uncle Harvey never mentioned he'd been attacked."

"Your uncle has a history of keeping to himself. Besides, he's always been one to handle himself. He killed the thing himself before help arrived."

"So these 'angels' can be killed, then? What are they, exactly?"

"They're the remnants of people who've tried to cheat death." Mr. Windsor took the last sip of his coffee. "Specifically, magicians who've tried to."

"So that's why I've never heard about it before. How hard did y'all work to keep that under lock and key?" Lars frowned at the desk, deep in thought. "What did they want with my family?"

"Neither I nor the Board knows. But if you help us, you'll have access to all the information you need to find out." Mr. Windsor's voice shifted to something almost sarcastic, "We have a well funded music program, if that's a major concern as well."

"Sure. I'll think about it." Lars stood, stretching, "But know I'm not that broken up about the death of strangers."

"Wait--" Lars didn't wait. He slipped out of the cafe, squinting up at the too bright sun. He had time until he graduated, and he'd prefer to leave people like that brewing in the uncertainty. He knew his answer. Knew he needed to know the mystery of what had happened all those years ago. But for now, the Board could go fuck itself.

//

"You don't have to agree."

"I wasn't aware of that, Uncle Harvey." Lars pressed the phone to his ear with his shoulder, fingers dancing fast across a variety of documents he'd managed to find. It was just after three in the morning, and thankfully neither of the two them slept. A family trait, Lars guessed.

"Cut the sarcasm. Why are you considering Vales Grove? I know it has nothing to do with their grad program and besides, you hate authority. Becoming a Student Warden and bowing your head to the school is less preferable then walking over a stack of needles barefoot."

He managed to find the page, smoothing out the collection of old articles in front of him. Instead of answering, he pulled back, snapped a photo, and sent it over. Lars could hear when Harvey saw it by the series of swears, "I started considering it when I found out my ancestors fucked over the school's founders over a hundred years ago."

"They did. I didn't tell you because it didn't matter on the grounds you weren't ever going to attend."

"Never say never." Lars stared at the endless notes in front of him. "Next time we meet up, you're gonna teach me about my family tree."

He hung up the phone before Harvey could say anything else.

//

"For people who hate death, your school reeks of it." Lars lounged in the over sized chair in Headmaster Windsor's office. Languidly, he took in the endless certifications and diplomas decorating the wall behind where the man sat. "Anyway, I have a few conditions to my attendance."

"You're incredibly bold to be demanding anything of us."

"Why?" A slow grin spread across Lars' face. "Did you think you and those above you had the power to force me to attend?"

Headmaster Windsor closed his eyes, the mask of patience sliding into place easier than it had when the two had first met. "You're speaking nonsense. Regardless, what are your demands?"

"I want free access to every location and all information available on this campus." He leaned forward before the Headmaster could protest. "This is running off of what you said prior. You promised I could find information on my family, and I know we have strong ties to this school."

"The Board won't be pleased."

"That's a problem you deal with. I couldn't care less about pissing them off. Second, I want to be left alone. I'll join the Student Wardens, however I don't want to be dragged into their duties unless necessary."

"There would be little point in you being here if you refuse to help."

"Let me be clearer. Issues with wraiths and other things that go bump in the night? Fine, I'm there. Ghosts, however? They're about as dangerous as an untuned piano. Grating, sure. But it's not going to kill anyone."

Headmaster Windsor pressed his lips together. "I'll consider it. I'm assuming there's more?"

Lars paused, the desire to press his fingers to his neck, just over his scar, pressing into him. Him and his uncle hashed out everything about what they knew about West Myers, Juniper Valley, and Vales Grove University. From the tragedy of its now closed sister school, Pacific Suncrest, to the his parents' slaughter, to the murder of Luck Magicians which occurred the same year as his parents' death. There were endless things he wanted, some he couldn't access at this school. There was one which he wanted more than all the others.

Lars spoke with the weight of a thousand suns. "I want a list of anyone suspected to have links with the Walking Graves. If you refuse to grant me this information, I refuse to attend."

There'd been a long moment, before Headmaster Windsor had given him his answer.

[ruinix]

Can we have sweet luke seeing you in a sundress and getting horny

Hey there, my sweet lovely. There was a specific time I had been—still am—a menace with sundresses thots. My main witness: @ajuice-matts (<- this girl started it, I fear. She sent me wild thoughts about it, especially tugging on the top WHAT), and my lovely friends here who got me yapping about sundresses. Also, special mention @definitelynotdomanique (-> I remember the tits or ass convo we got and it really stayed in my head). Now, now, I hope I wrote this well enough. I included a bonus content here in your POV. Like always, it is optional but it does contain a glimpse of the date. Also, excuse his hat in the picture, he's just Lukey. His curls are immaculate, aren't they? I wanna tug on it. So cute!!

Sundresses and Summer Dates

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut and Fluff, Slight Oral Sex (f receiving), Unprotected sex (please be safe! Use protections!), Lukey being horny, Slight car sex detail (in Bonus; the SLIGHTEST (one small paragraph); careful where you get intimate, lovelies)

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Luke audibly gulps when you step out of the walk-in closet with that flowy dress that swishes below your knees and its color is making you glow. His eyes trail to the tiny flowers printed and embroidered on the fabric. It looks so beautiful on you. You look beautiful.

He gulps hard, thanking his decision to wear black pants and a loose-fitted button-down shirt which he got half-tucked into his pants. He promised to be normal for your date today. He already feels hot and bothered. How can he not when his sweet girl looks so amazing? This is not good for him. He will probably—

His thoughts trail when he notes the way you tighten the string on your low neckline. Pulling it makes your cleavage appear delectable, meaning he might as well be drooling. He's so mesmerized by your tits. He just wants to grab them and bury his face on it. As you step, he notices the slit running up your thigh. It isn't too pronounced but he can see it. The flowy skirt swishes to give him a glimpse of your leg and he might die. He's in so much trouble, isn't he? There's no way he can survive the whole date. No. Way.

He freezes when your eyes meet his. You smile at him. He may as well burst at the seams, his cheeks burning, as you stop so close to him. You stare up at him with wide eyes emphasized by your mascara and a slightly shimmery eyeshadow. You're so pretty.

"Can you help tighten the strings for me, Lukey?" You ask so sweetly. When he helplessly nods, his voice failing him, you grin. "Make sure to fix the part that cinches too. Please."

"Mmhmm," he hums, nodding with determination, some of his curls bouncing on his temple, brushing his reddening ears.

He honestly doesn't know how to tighten your dress, but he can tie his skates, so how hard can it be?

After a few seconds of him tugging and fixing what you told him to fix, he realizes it isn't hard but a bit confusing. He panics whenever you tell him to pull it tighter, but after ten minutes, he finishes his task, his lips turning into a proud smile when you give him a kiss.

"Thank you, Lukey," you murmur against his lips, your hands smoothing over his chest, down his abdomen, hooking into his belt hoops. You smile, tugging him forward, making him wrap his arms around you. "Oh, what's this?"

He shudders. His secret is all out. His hard-on presses against you. He literally can't speak as you giggle at his problem. Why are you so cruel? He's suffering from your gorgeousness and you're laughing at him.

"We have a date, Lukey." You pout, your hands popping open his pants. "We got a flower arrangement workshop and beach! I wanna go to the beach." You shake your head, lecturing him when you're the one unzipping him, the one crumpling his shirt, and the one slipping your hand into his briefs to wrap around his cock. "Lukey, you're so hard."

"You're being so fucking mean," he gasps, stumbling with his words, stepping back against the wall, grunting when you step closer. You start to jerk him off and he's losing it. "I just..."

"You just?" You urge, your eyes falling on his lips, your thumb teasing over his slit.

"I just needed a minute then you—Fuck!" He hissed when you trace a finger from his base to his tip, when you smeared his pre-cum around his head then down his length. He panted, "W-we'll be late for the workshop."

Luke is the one who found that workshop and signed you both up when he saw your excitement after he mentioned it. He only aims to please, to see you happy, while also to experience that with you. He loves it when he makes you laugh or excited or happy or giddy. He loves it all.

Although, right now, when you're kissing the corner of his lips, not letting him kiss you, when the soft glide of your hands makes him shiver, when all he wants is to take you to bed and fuck you, he is doubting that you two should go at all. It suddenly doesn't matter that he carefully planned this day. Maybe he could reschedule everything. Afterall, it is summer.

"I am sweet, and I..." Your warm breaths fan over his lips, pushing him further into a haze with his heart pounding in his ears. "…know that the workshop is in two hours, and the drive is just half an hour. So..."

With his hands coming up to your cheek and your nape, Luke pulls you into a kiss, a soft gentle peck turning into a feral mash of your lips and his, as he rolled his hips to thrust into your hand. Your touch is so perfect, but he would rather touch you.

One moment he was against the wall, the next he was pushing you down on the edge of the bed, his tongue memorizing the feel of your tongue against his, like it's his first time kissing you. The taste of mint is wonderful when it's mixed with you. So sweet, so refreshing, so delicious.

"I love this dress," he groaned, tugging at the string you tied. Your hand stops, your breath hitching as he undoes the ribbon, his fingers grazing your cleavage. "You look beautiful, sweetheart."

"I've been waiting for you to say that," you rasp, falling back on your forearms, gazing at him like he has given you the world.

While his hand plants on your side to support his weight, his other hand slips into the slit of your dress, tracing up, up, and up until he finds...nothing. No bloomers or shorts. No lace panties that you love to wear during your dates. All he finds is your soft and heated skin and your wet and quivering pussy.

"Sweet, huh?" He growls, his voice rumbling in his chest. "I don't think so, naughty girl."

He kisses you again, pushing you to lay down, his fingers sliding into your pussy, gasping as you clamp around his fingers. Fuck. His. Life.He moves his thumb around your clit, teasing it, making you whine into his lips. His other hand slips underneath you to unravel what he had laced.

When you spread your legs, he's there, kneeling on the floor, his tongue running up from entrance to your aching clit, then diving into your quivering heat. He groans at your taste, at the feel of your skirt as he grips your ass. Even better than the mixture of mint and you. So fucking divine. Your heady taste might as well be his meal for every day and every hour of his life.

"Oh, fuck, Luke!" You scream, your hands tugging at his curls, your back arching, your hips pressing against his ministrations.

He greedily gulps your wetness, panting hot breaths against your pussy when you tighten around his tongue, sliding and curling in your sweet pussy, stretching you until he sees you rolling your eyes as he reaches that spot that has your toes curling every time. He grinds down against your clit with his nose, before he dips two fingers right below his tongue.

You whimper, shaking your head. "I need more than this, Luke. Please."

But he wants to make you come on his face. He wants to drink up your cum. He needs that, but fine, he can't resist you. He moves, grunting when he separates himself from his meal, greedily licking his lips to savor your arousal on his face. He crawls over you, tugging his pants down, hooking your legs around his waist. He runs his length along your folds, shuddering as his sensitive tip grazes your clit. This is unreal. You're just so beautiful with the dress spilling around you. Your hair looks like halo. No. A crown. Fuck, how can he be so lucky to have you?

He licks your stained lips before he dives for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, as he sinks his cock in your pussy. He lets you take him, inch by fucking inch. He knows that you can take it.

"Luke," you whine, writhing to meet his thrusts. "Fuck."

Like before, he's mesmerized. Your cheeks are so red. Tears gleam in your eyes. Your tits bounce with his thrusts, but he isn't satisfied. He pulls down your neckline, letting you tits spill out so he can grope them, so he can play and twist and tug your nipples. Fuck, he's obsessed with your tits. They feel so perfect in his palms, like you're made just for him. For him. No one else. Just him.

"I love you," he pants, moaning at the sight of your eyes rolling up for a second. That's him. That's all him. He's making your pretty eyes roll up. Him. It's him.

"I love you too, Luke," you breathe out, reaching so he moves closer. "My sweet Lukey."

"Hmmm," he hums, tasting the sound of your endearment, taking it down to his soul, his very being. "Again," he demands.

A smile tugs on your lips. You repeat, "My sweet Luke."

Your lightly wet hand—the one you jerked him with, the one you used to smear his pre-cum all over him—finds his cheek. He shudders. You're making him so fucking dirty. He likes that so much. He's yours to mess with. All of him. He presses a kiss on your palm, then he licks, from palm to the tips of your fingers. Every single one.

He grins when you curse, smirks when you scream as his guides that hand to your clit. He helps you play with that pearl of pleasure that has tears running down your pretty face. He marvels, wondering why your mascara isn't smearing. He wonders if it's sorcery or you're simply fucking amazing. He bets it's the latter. His logical mind is turned off, forgetting that hours of you ranting about waterproof mascaras and its risks but you said fuck the risks because it looks amazing on you. There's no way that he can remember that as his mind fills with the feel of your pussy clenching around him, with the wet sound his hips slamming against your ass, with the need to hear more of your whines, groans, moans, and cries. His mind is totally empty about anything else.

"Tell me who's making you feel good," he rumbles, feeling his orgasm so fucking close.

"You," you sob, your legs quivering "Fuck, I'm so close."

"Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me whose pussy is this."

"Yours," you cry.

"Fuck yes, it is. It's mine." It comes out like a growl, his voice dropping in a octave, but it's a pathetic fucking growl, because it breaks. It trembles as his emotions—his impossibly deep love for you, his nearly obsessive need for you—squeezes up his throat. "You're mine. All mine."

You come with a broken wail. Your fingers stop circling your clit, so he moves them himself. He watches you writhe and struggle between the choices of pulling him in or pushing him away. Luke makes the choice for you, slamming hard into your pussy, his cum spurting in harsh and hot rivulets. His own thighs shake, feeling like fucking jelly. This is so good. So good.

He rests his forehead against yours, inhaling your exhales, feeling so greedy with you. All he needs is you.

"I love you," he says again, his eyes burning. Before you say it back, he repeats with more desperation. "I love you, my Heart."

You shiver before you smile so tenderly. Your hands come up to brush away the tears that escape him. "I love you, my Soul."

His eyes widen, because that's new and he loves the sound of that.

He demands you to say it again, and you do. And again. And again. He's weeping by the fourth time, feeling so overwhelmed by the endearment and his love for you.

"I want to spend forever with you," he confesses, hiccupping. "May I please keep you forever?"

You grin with tears streaming down your face. "Only if I can have you too."

"You have me," Luke sniffles.

"Then we're stuck with each other. Forever."

"Forever," he echoes, feeling his shoulders lighten from the load he didn't know was there.

For minutes, you two spend just holding each other.

You both ignored the fact that that time is ticking. That you are both a mess and need to fix yourself within ten minutes or you will be late. That his cum is already dripping around his dick and out of your pussy, making a mess of the dress he is so fucking obsessed with.

You two savor each other like you always do.

Luke loves that more than anything.

˚｡⋆ ❀ ˖ Bonus: Your POV ˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚

"You've cut that one way too much, Lukey," you tease Luke who is currently stressing over his vase and has been going scissor heavy. It won't be long until he's left with every flower in a competition of being the shortest. "Don't cut it again."

He huffs, frowning as he side-eyes you, snipping. He immediately regrets his decision after he placed it in the vase. "What the fuck!"

He earns a lot of attention from the other couples on their own tables. He immediately blushes red, ducking his curly head as if that will help him hide his over-six-feet body.

"I told you so," you say in a sing-song voice, nudging him with your elbow. "Not having fun?"

"No, I am," he lies, flinching as he meets your eyes. He pouts, sighing, "I'm just frustrated. I don't get it."

"Let me help you," you offer. He looks at you like you're going to sabotage him. "Oh, come on, Lukey. I'm basically a master at flower arrangements."

You're not. Both of you know it. The evidence is right in front of you. Your flowers are a mess but at least they're properly prepped, not turning into stumps. The only problem in your vase is how much you overload it. The harmony is nonexistent, but you're proud of it. Plus, you'll be taking home a lot of flowers. You're definitely a genius. Not at arrangements though.

"Fine. Just don't add more flowers. I don't want a forest." He scrunches his nose.

You gasp, feigning offense. "How dare you."

You two bickers, grinning ear to ear, elbows digging in each other's sides. You help him with trimming, sneaking one flower or two when he's looking away, giving him your best puppy-eyes when he realizes your addition, being dramatic when he complains so he ends up compromising by letting them be. It's so fun. By the end of the workshop, you have two overfilled vases that don’t pass the flower arrangement standard and are secured by seatbelts in the backseat of Luke's car.

After a few minutes of driving, he asks, "Are you hungry?" His hand softly squeezes your thigh, not knowing that you're getting riled up from his touch.

"Not really. I wanna see the ocean, Lukey." You place your hand on his hand, so he overturns his to hold yours.

"Are you sure? We haven't had lunch." His eyebrows meet, looking so worried. Your Lukey always worries about you, and it makes you feel soft and mushy.

So even if you're not hungry, you say, "Maybe we can get drive thru. I'll feed you as you drive."

His reaction is immediate; he looks relieved. It's like just taking care of you makes him feel good. You feel the same way. You worry about him so much that your heart feels tight. When he's on ice. When he gets cross-checked or simply hitting the boards. When he's travelling and playing so far away. When he calls you while holding back tears after a frustrating game. When he wins but instead of fully celebrating, he looks forlorn from being far away. It's hard but you try your best because you know he tries his.

He smiles when he meets your eyes, his cheeks flushing. Yours also heats up. Clearing your throat, you try to contain your feels and turn on the radio, singing along to the songs you know.

Luke ends up getting you both the biggest burgers, fries, and soda. They're so comically large that it's actually so hard to eat, so he pulls to a gas station. You two eat, laughing when one bites and makes a mess on the handkerchiefs on your laps. While you eat, you also people-watch. You two—silently or not silently—gaze at different people, wondering where they go and what they do in life. But most of the time, you two simply stare at each other with smiles on your faces.  

"Now, we smell like burgers," you tease, folding your leftovers neatly for later, while Luke crumples his wrappers.

"I don't mind." He shakes his head, before he pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue sliding in to meet yours. "Do you?"

You shake your head, panting, your legs closing as heat rushes down south. "Umm, Luke, your windows are heavily tinted, right?"

His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps. He nods, his jaw working. "Let me put the flowers in the trunk."

He does, while you climb over the console. When he joins you, you're already ready for him, mounting his lap to fuck him. At some point of the tryst, he has you on your back instead. It's quick but it feels so good. He even cleans your pussy with his tongue, making you come again, before you two are the on the road again.

You fall asleep after ten minutes of driving. When he shakes you awake, it is already late afternoon, and the sounds of waves crashing on the sands is a clear indicator where you are.

"Sorry for sleeping on you," you yawn, sighing as he pulls you to his side to keep you from falling or tripping on the sands.

"You snore," he laughs.

"No, I don't!"

"How would you know?" He snickers.

You huff, rolling your eyes, bumping your hip against his. "Whatever."

That only makes him laugh harder, his curls moving with the wind, the sun dipping down the horizon and casting a warm glow on his cheeks. He looks handsome. Beautiful, even.

You push him away to shake him off his mood of teasing you, hurriedly removing your sandals, grinning when he does the same. You run, your feet sinking into the rough and wet sands, the warm water teasing your ankles when the wave comes, your skirt bellowing behind you. When his hands grab your waist, you grin up at him, your cheeks hurting from all the smiling today.

"Let's dance, Lukey," you whisper as he turns you to face him.

"Okay," he agrees like the sweetest man ever.

With the skies splash with orange, red, pink, and purple, with the smell of salt from the sea, with the water sodding your skirts and his pants, you two dance with your laughter and the beat your hearts as music.

You can't wait to show him all the dresses you bought for him. Or the lingerie he has yet to notice in your shared closet.

You can't wait to have more dates with him.

You can't wait to experience forever with him.

Because he’s your Love. Your Soul. Your Everything.

Yours.

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How are they with their pregnant partner? Itto, Heizou, Lyney.

Synopsis: Pregnant, your husband/partner is over the moon. But how would he take care of you during pregnancy?

Style: Cute, fluffy, female reader.

Bonus NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.

Alert: May contain story spoilers for some characters.

Characters: Itto, Heizou, Lyney.

Note: Wow, it's been so long since I've written NSFW…. I'm a bit rusty.

Then I'll have to do Aether, Neuvillette and Wriothesley, as well as diving back into rewriting the old texts in this series. I'd also like to do Freminet… Let me know if you're interested in other characters.

Since I now have an AO3 account, I decided to rewrite the first versions of this series to post them on it. I hope you'll still enjoy them.

Part 1 Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe.

Part 2 Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Thomas.

Part 3 Dottore, Pantalone, Alhaitham.

Part 4 Cyno, Ayato.

Part 5 Tighnari.

Part 6 Capitano, Kaveh + Bonus

"Ah?! A ba-baby!?"

Itto's reaction was surely overblown, yet the expression on his face was undoubtedly to die for. Mouth wide open, he stared at you in shock, taking a long moment before pulling himself together.

Bursting into laughter, he wrapped his muscular arms around you. "Ha ha ha! I've got to tell the Arataki gang! They'll be so happy to know that their leader will soon be a father! No, wait! I'll announce it to all of Inazuma! Let's have a big party! OYE! SHINOBU!" You hit him hard on the head, red with shame. 

"I forbid you to tell anyone until you're three months pregnant! Have I made myself clear?!" Your stern tone sent shivers up and down his spine. 

"Ah?! Why not now?" You sighed. You may have loved this man with all your being, but he was still exhausting your nerves.

"There's a high risk of miscarriage during this period, which is why I'm asking you not to talk about it... Please. Please." His expression slowly softened as his gaze dipped into yours. Again, he wrapped his arms around you more gently, tenderly kissing your forehead. 

"Understood, boss." You smiled, lovingly returning his embrace.

Itto's behavior during the pregnancy was so exemplary that the members of his gang, Shinobu first, wondered if he hadn't suddenly fallen on his face. He even went so far as to find "honest" jobs here and there to buy you maternity clothes and furniture for his future bedroom.

Your husband had the ingenious idea of consulting the high priestess Yae Miko for advice on your pregnancy... Peculiar. Itto knew of no demon in his circle who had fathered a child with a human. His instincts warned him of the risks you could run with a half-demon baby. Miko will make sure you're taken care of by a midwife who knows the oni world.

You felt terribly ill during your pregnancy. From beginning to end, your vomiting and discomfort drove Itto crazy with worry. You could see him running around looking for anything that would make you feel better. If you were vomiting, Itto would stay with you, stroking your back until it passed. If you felt dizzy, he'd lift you into his arms and sit you on his lap, rocking you gently until you felt better.

Often, you could see your companion admiring you with a blissful expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?" you'd ask him every time, knowing perfectly well his answer. You loved hearing him repeat the same passionate, loving words to you. "I just think you're beautiful. I can't take my eyes off you. Héhé." Itto always had this little blush on his face when he admired your rounded belly. Really, pregnancy made him much softer and more considerate than usual.

You didn't like people touching your belly just because you were pregnant. And it took you a long time to accept that Itto would do it without you grumbling. Yet it was his childlike smile and the stars in his eyes that gradually made you accept the situation.

Itto would often talk to his baby, telling him how his day was going or stories about the oni clans. You could only listen, rolling your eyes as he combined words with gestures. Even so, you couldn't resist stroking your companion's imposing hair, smiling tenderly as you watched him.

When your belly is rounded enough to be visible even from several meters away, Itto will make a habit of always kissing it, amused by the baby's kicks that would distort your belly. "HAHAHA this child will be big and strong, just like his father!"

It was quite amusing to see your companion preparing for the birth of your child, taking crash courses with a few women from your village. Shinobu was obviously making sure that his boss used the right gestures to calm a child's cries, change its diapers or properly hold its baby in his arms.

As expected, the delivery was difficult. Giving birth to a half-demon child demanded a strength your human body didn't possess. Blood loss made you wince and Itto thought for a moment he was going to lose you both. But you showed exemplary strength, and the support of your companion, as well as that of the high priestess, enabled you to pass this difficult ordeal. Your baby's cries echoed through the room, and Itto wept loudly, clutching your hand to his cheek. His tremors and muffled sobs made you smile tenderly, as happy as he was that all had ended well.

Itto was speechless as he took his child in his arms for the first time. Was this little crying creature his baby? The one he'd seen growing in your belly? HIS child?! He was so tiny, so cute with his little scarlet horns barely visible on the top of his skull. Not quite knowing how to soothe his crying baby, you showed him the right way to rock him and... Surprisingly, Itto was extremely good at it...

Your tender oni is said to be a very protective and cheerful father. He wants his child to always see the world in a positive light. He'll sometimes be a bit too daredevil with him, earning your wrath. Fortunately for you, Itto will calm down over the years…

NSFW Bonus

"POUAH, I'm exhausted!" Itto dropped onto the bed, arms and legs spread wide as he let his heavy eyes close. "The Arataki gang gave it their all again today. Hehe, at least we're not causing Shinobu any more trouble!" Watching him out of the corner of your eye, you smiled slyly, striding towards him with hushed steps. The oni opened his eyes abruptly when he felt you climb astride his hips, your hands sensually massaging his bare chest. You'd always appreciated the firmness of his muscles, taking pleasure in exploring each of his curves to discover the most sensitive places he hid. Leaning over him, letting your chest, slightly swollen with pregnancy hormones, rest against his, you nibbled his lower lip. His eyes, immediately filling with desire, couldn't tear themselves away from yours. You could quickly feel your lover hardening beneath you.

"Do you still have enough strength left to care for your companion in need?" You mumble erotically in his ear, teasing his nipples with your fingertips. "I want it terribly~" Itto lifts his hips to meet yours, one of his hands positioning itself on your waist to rock you onto your back.

"Do you feel that?" His hand crept under your clothes, passing the band of your underwear to caress your femininity. "Héhé~ you're already soaking wet darling~ Is it being pregnant that puts you in the mood?" Without giving you time to respond to his comment, Itto enters two fingers deep inside you, making you cry out in surprise. He knew perfectly well where all your sensitive points were, pressing slyly on them to make you moan loudly. Your body sought to escape the delicious torture he was inflicting, his fingers aggressively penetrating you. "Don't awaken the beast in me if you don't want to writhe in pleasure under my ministrations." Itto was a completely different man when he had sex with you, his usually jovial face transforming into a darker expression as his desires got the better of him.

Pregnant or not, he was never one to go out of his way. Itto knew he was big, too big for you, and foreplay was always a mandatory step before he could implant his sex inside you. "Look at you, darling, your breasts are so big with pregnancy. I want to lick them terribly!" Itto grabbed one of your breasts between his lips, adding a third finger inside you as his free hand groped his pants to pull out his excruciatingly hard member. It was too much for you, and your back arched beneath him, your hips swaying to the rhythm of his fingers. You were so close, and seeing him caress himself while he fingered you made you come hard on his hand. Itto pulled away slightly you, leaning toward the other nipple he hadn't yet teased. "Not yet... Not until you can take four inside you." Damn, that damned demon!

Itto looked thirstier than you, his eyes glowing scarlet as he watched you cum with four of his fingers inside you, just as he'd promised. Sex with him had always been sport, but now that you were pregnant, everything seemed more intense. When he finally penetrated you, that damned demon took a malicious pleasure in watching you from all his height, holding your legs close to his hips as he pounded you rigorously. His eager eyes darted between your face distorted with pleasure, your swollen breasts bouncing with each of his hip thrusts and your slightly rounded belly.

Itto was a man of stamina, far more than anything you could take. So when you begged him to stop, the oni would comply at once, fear settling in his brain. Had he hurt you? Was the baby all right? None of the above... But you were clearly close to fainting. Itto, aware that he'd been a bit hard on you, will take care of your body, immersing you with him in a warm bath, his big hands massaging your shoulders. He won't be frightened to see you asleep in his arms, so, taking advantage of your sleep, your companion will cuddle you tenderly, one hand resting on your belly, lovingly caressing it.

"I'm going to be a dad? Really?"

You smiled tenderly, taking his trembling hands in yours. Heizou's gaze flickered between your eyes and your belly. A baby? You were pregnant?! His mind blurred as a vision of you with a round belly popped into his head. All of a sudden, the word dad sounded pretty good in his head... Kneeling in front of you, Heizou encircled your thighs with his arms, placing a tender ear close to your belly, a joyful smile on his lips. "I'm going to be a daddy... I'm going to be... Daddy!" Slowly, tears rolled down the cheeks of your companion, who had suddenly gone silent. Your hands were lost in his hair, cradling Heizou against you, feeling his tears stain your clothes. You waited patiently for him to calm down before kneeling down in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your forehead resting against his as a gentle smile stretched your lips. Heizou closed his eyes, resting the palms of his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs lovingly caressing your skin. He breathed in your scent slowly, enjoying it more and more each day.

The two of you remained like this for a long moment, enjoying the tender silence that surrounded you. Images of your future life flashed through your minds. Heizou carrying your child in his arms, his gaze tenderly on him until that tenderness was directed at you...

Heizou was nothing but sweetness and tenderness to you. Even before carrying his child, this man never raised his voice at you or refused to take you in his arms. He loved to cuddle you, take care of you and listen to you. Sometimes, he would take you on his lap and listen to you affectionately talk about your future child, imagining your future life with him. You could sometimes see a dreamy smile stretch your companion's lips, as he imagined, just like you, this wonderful life.

Kazuha was a close friend of yours, so he was one of the first to be informed of your pregnancy. What a surprise when he knocked on your door, a gentle smile on his lips, holding your letter in his bandaged hand. "I've asked Beidou to make a little detour to come and see you. Congratulations, both of you." The two men weren't very tactile compared to you, who didn't hesitate to hug him in thanks. "Hehe, expect the title of Uncle Kazuha! What do you think Heizou? Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"; "Pretty good indeed." Heizou replied, a warm smile on his lips. To tell the truth, Kazuha didn't mind and, in a way, was happy to know that a family would now be waiting for him back in Inazuma.

Your companion's job was a constant source of anxiety for you. The midwife had gently admonished you for this, reminding you that stress during pregnancy could be bad for you and the child. Heizou, who accompanied you that day, bowed respectfully to her, promising to do all he could to calm your anxieties. Obviously, you were feeling terrible as you left the surgery, crying your eyes out in your companion's arms. Heizou comforted you tenderly, murmuring words filled with love. After this episode, he promised you he wouldn't take any more potentially dangerous commissions for the rest of your pregnancy…

For a few weeks, you'd been practicing cooking for your future baby. Heizou was sort of your test subject, trying to create colorful and cute bento. He enjoyed it every time, looking forward to seeing what you had prepared for him. He loved the little octopuses you made with the sausages, or the animal-shaped onigiri. His favorite was surely the pink onigiri that strongly resembled a fox. He was sure you'd tried to imitate Lady Yae Miko in her yokai form.

Heizou was sitting comfortably on your bed, one hand tenderly caressing your scalp while your head rested on his thigh. You could feel his other hand warmly covering your six-month-old belly, occasionally enjoying the little kicks his child gave through you. Heizou's fingers had always had this magical effect on you, weighing down your eyelids as sleep slowly invaded. Heizou was happy to have you in his arms, confident and at peace, pampering and cherishing you. Your breathing was a soothing sound to his ears and the movements of his child against his hand, an affectionate warmth he loved to feel.

"Heizou, promise me you'll stay with me through the birth! The closer the fateful date gets, the more I'm afraid of what's going to happen..." Your companion took you in his arms, gently caressing the small of your back. "I promise I'll be there, from the beginning, until the end." His lips kissed your forehead, moving down your nose until they settled on your lips. "Together... Even if I end up with a crushed hand, I'll stay by your side." You laughed, hitting his arm without force. "Everything will be okay, Y/N... I love you."

Your companion managed your first contractions with impressive composure. He quickly took you to the midwife's office, insisting on staying by your side all the way, as he had promised. Your companion kept your hand in his, occasionally wiping your forehead with a cool cloth. He encouraged you all the way, worrying about your cries of pain. He knew it could last several hours, and seeing you suffer helplessly gave him a bitter taste in his mouth. Despite the context, he promised himself to remind you later of all the curses you'd shouted against him and the gods, while your mind was clouded with pain. He would surely have laughed if he hadn't seen the tears rolling down your cheeks…

Heizou remained silent for a long time, as he gazed with tear-filled eyes at his infant, comfortably ensconced in the crook of his arms. Sitting cautiously by your side, he finally dared to explore his child's chubby face, tenderly brushing his cheeks, nose and little lips. Curious, he placed a finger in the hollow of his palm, his little hand automatically tightening around it. Heizou let his tears flow, leaning gently towards his baby to kiss the top of his head, then towards you, lovingly claiming your lips.

Heizou will be a very warm and instructive father. He wants his child to be able to learn all sorts of things for himself, encouraging his curiosity and intellect. He will never be too hard or too strict with him, preferring to explain things several times rather than let him give up. He doesn't expect his child to follow in his footsteps, but he'll still be happy when he tells him he wants to become a great detective, just like him.

NSFW bonus:

You were naked, leaning over the bathtub to check that the water temperature wasn't too hot, completely oblivious to the olive eyes staring back at you with a brilliant gleam of desire. Heizou approached you, like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. His hand rested on your belly as his bare chest pressed against your back. You shivered as his teeth nibbled your earlobe. "You really are gorgeous..." He murmured sensually as his hands worshipped every inch of your skin.

"Hei-Heizou, you really are insatiable! We've already made love today! Twice!" You growl without any real motivation, your lover's hands slowly kneading your chest. You hear him giggle against your ear, pressing his hips against your buttocks.

"Is that a problem? I can easily guess you want this as much as I do..." That man and his damned intuitions! You quickly gave up the fight as Heizou sensually lowered one of his hands between your thighs, teasing your femininity with his fingers. "You're so wet already~ Is it pregnancy that's got you all worked up?" Heizou pinched your nipple as one finger penetrated you with ease, making you squeal against him.

"Stop teasing me for a moment! I need you..." You begged, your fingers encircling Heizou's wrist. Your companion breathed an amused laugh, withdrawing his hand from you to guide you to the bathtub. He didn't need to fight your desires, because after all... He wanted the same thing you did.

Heizou kissed you with tender passion, his hands resting on your hips helping to lift you onto his member. And as he pulled away from your lips to better admire you, seeing you gasp, head slightly tilted back and lips parted under the influence of pleasure swelled his heart with pride. He was the one who put you in this state... Singing his name as he touched all your sweet spots... You were so sensitive with pregnancy, it made him dizzy. He couldn't help it, he needed to see your flushed face, hear your moans of pleasure. Heizou had always enjoyed sex with you, but pregnancy made you so needy that he lost control…

It was so good to feel your hands in his hair, your body pressed against his with only your hips swaying on his shaft. Heizou loved breathing in your perfume, tasting your skin, having your little round belly against his stomach and your voice so close to his ear... Unable to take it any longer, Heizou helped you speed up the pace of your back-and-forth, making you cry out his name. He wanted to feel you cum, to have your walls tight around him. Heizou licked hungrily at your neck, grunting against you as he savored the tension rising in your abdomen, indicating that you were nearing your climax. And when, at last, you freed yourself from that merciless knot, squeezing his member in sweet, pleasurable torture, Heizou released into you. His heartbeat echoed in his ears as his hand tenderly caressed your back, murmuring soft words against your neck, feverish kisses wetting your skin.

Heizou will help you wash, towel and dress, taking you back to your room to rest... Until the next round.

"I'd really like to start a family with you, Y/N."

That's what he'd said to you one night, as he cuddled you in bed after a session of passionate lovemaking. How could you refuse him? You felt ready, and so did he.

A month later, when you were suffering from persistent vomiting and exhaustion, Lyney decided to take you to see a doctor as a matter of urgency. How could he not be concerned, seeing you in this state for over a week? And why didn't Lynette seem more concerned about your condition? He didn't have time to ask himself these questions. Your health was all that mattered to him...

"Congratulations, you're pregnant." declared the doctor with a big smile. Lyney, sitting beside you, remained silent, his eyes wide with surprise, unlike yours, which had a smile stretching to your ears.

As you left the practice, you walked quietly through the streets of Fontaine, Lyney at your side. He hadn't said a word since you left the office... And that began to worry you. Did he regret it? "Lyney... ?" Whereas up until now, your gazes had fled each other, you put aside the fear knotting your stomach to confront him... And then, as you turned to face him, you saw them... His tears streaming down his cheeks... "Lyney! Why are you crying?! Don't... Don't you want this child?" Suddenly he took you in his arms, embracing you warmly as his face hid in the hollow of your shoulder. "Y/N... I promise I'll do anything to make sure our child has a wonderful life! I swear it! I'll take good care of him. Both of you. You'll never want for anything! *snif *. Thank you, Y/N. I love you, mon amour. I love you so much." It was your turn to cry, the pressure knotting your stomach disappearing with his words. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Yes, you were going to build your own home. A home filled with joy and happiness...

Lyney would be surprised to see you so clingy with him. To tell the truth, it was usually his job to be clingy. You didn't want him to leave your side or take his hand away from your skin... Pregnancy made you very emotional, and only Lyney's smell, his presence, his warmth comforted you... He never complained, and to tell you the truth, he loved it. Receiving free hugs or feeling you curl up around him like a koala when you slept always made him smile stupidly.

He'd obviously let Lynette and Freminet know, although both seemed to have already guessed your condition... He was happy to see his family accept your pregnancy with such joy. His sister and little brother were very close to you and, like Lyney before them, promised to do everything in their power to make their nephew's/niece's life a wonderful dream.

Lyney would bend over backwards to meet your needs. Pregnancy made you very greedy and your desires were sometimes... Wacky. Why were you suddenly craving a bowl of soba, a dish that was only served at Inazuma? No matter! He would learn to cook it to please you...

When you became pregnant, you and Lyney were just engaged. Seeing that your belly was getting rounder, Lyney thought you'd look gorgeous in a wedding dress. And he wasn't wrong... On your wedding day, when he first saw you in it, the harmonious curves of your belly making you even more sublime, he froze in front of your beauty. You were beautiful, as bright as the sun, as soft as spring, as gorgeous as the rainbow rose. He could hardly believe that this incredible being would not only be his wife, but also the mother of his child.

"Lyney!" Your husband gasped as he heard your angry voice calling his name. Your mood swings had been quite hazardous since your pregnancy, and your husband's slightest misstep sent you into a tizzy. "I told you not to leave your magic accessories lying around the apartment! I'm not asking you for heaven!" Lyney was quick to apologize, immediately putting his things away. After that, he always knew how to make amends, kissing every part of your face, massaging every sore spot on your shoulders, whispering words of love to you.

He loved to make you sit between his legs, tenderly caressing your belly to feel his child against his palms. He loved having you against him, your hands resting tenderly on his to guide him to the places where you felt the baby move. The first time he felt it, he marveled as children do at his magic tricks. He wondered if he knew that the hands on his mother's belly were those of his father, or if he recognized his voice... And you were sure he did, because every time Lyney spoke to him to tell stories, your baby seemed to react, bubbling in your belly. "Hey, mon petit ange, do you know how Daddy managed to seduce Mommy? No ? Then let me tell you a story~... It all started with a rainbow rose..."

Since you were pregnant, you had learned to knit. Lyney was silently raving behind the back of the sofa where you were sitting, humming a few nursery rhymes while you finished your work. Leaning back on the backrest, his chin resting on his arms, Lyney admired you with loving eyes, listening to the sound of your voice while you remained oblivious to his gaze, too focused on the little socks you were lovingly knitting. At that very moment, Lyney felt blessed by the gods... You were a true blessing in his life.

At times, Lyney was filled with doubt. His childhood had been miserable, he had never known the love of a parent, only the cruelty of Men. The hearth had given him and his sister a home and a family, but even so, Lyney hadn't had a childhood. Would he really be able to give his baby a happy childhood? Would he be able to preserve his innocence? He had promised himself to be strong, as a husband, but also as a father. He often discussed this with you, exposing his darkest fears. You were his light, always finding the right words to illuminate his darkest thoughts.

You were nearing the end of your pregnancy, and the contractions were becoming more and more present. Lyney, tormented by your suffering, stayed by your side, keeping you upright and helping you breathe deeply to ease the pain. As soon as the contractions subsided, Lyney took the time to help you sit up, then took care of your belongings. You were close to delivery and it was out of the question for you to take care of anything while he was around. The midwife was already aware of your close contractions thanks to Lynette, and Freminet kept an eye on you, occasionally refreshing your sweaty forehead. As soon as he was ready, Lyney called a carriage to take you quickly to the Fontaine maternity hospital. It had, quite literally, become a family affair...

Although the birth lasted only four short hours, Lyney was heartbroken to hear your cries of pain. The pain on your face made him lose his mind, and even though your hand was crushing his, he paid it no mind - after all, his pain was nothing compared to yours. All he wanted to do was encourage you and pray for the best... He was scared... Although Fontaine's technology ensured that pregnant women were well cared for, tragedies could still happen. Finally, when he heard the baby's first cries echoing through the room, he allowed himself to breathe. Crying his eyes out, he kissed your forehead several times, hoping to convey all the love he felt for you. "Bravo mon amour, you did it. You've done it. I'm proud of you..."

The first time Lyney saw his baby in your arms, his eyes would fill with tears, bellowing how beautiful he was and how much he looked like you... Almost hesitating to take his baby in his arms, Lyney trembled as he became aware of the reality of this being so small, so fragile... His child. Stars shone in Lyney's amethyst eyes as a happy smile stretched his lips. Gently, he placed a kiss on his baby's forehead, promising that he would always be by his side and do everything in his power to protect him.

Lyney will be an exceptional father. He will look after his child with care and tenderness, using his magic tricks to make his child's eyes shine with joy. As he promised, Lyney will do everything to make your life beautiful. He was a loving, caring, funny and magical father and husband...

Bonus NSFW:

You heard the sound of a door closing, indicating that Lyney had just returned from his magic show at the opera. Abandoning everything you were doing, you rushed to the entrance to find him... No one. The living room perhaps? You quickly made your way there, finding your companion slumped in the armchair, admiring with a gentle smile the stuffed animal he held over his face. You had knitted it for your baby, modeling it on the amethyst-eyed cat he camouflaged in his top hat... Gently, you approached Lyney, gazing at his beautiful, moonlit features. When he finally noticed you, his face lit up as he lovingly whispered your name. His hand reached out to you, inviting you to sit on his lap. Your heart palpitated, happy to accept his attention. Maybe it was because you hadn't seen him all day, or maybe pregnancy and its hormones were making you feel unbearably lonely. Whatever the case, this sense of urgency led you to him at a run, your fingers curling tenderly around his.

"I've missed you, mon amour." Lyney helped you settle astride him, wrapping his arms around your waist. The warmth he radiated as he pulled you firmly back against his chest made you want more....

"I missed you too..." You whispered back to him, eager for his attention, wanting more than just a hug. You felt insatiable, on the brink. It had been weeks since you'd been thrilled by him, though the look in his eyes made it clear he wanted to claim you... Was it your belly that was stopping him? Had he built a wall between you and himself to prevent him from giving in to his deep-seated desires? Yet when he saw the need in your eyes, Lyney languorously moved one of his hands up to your hair, tracing a slow line down your back to your neck before following the path of your jaw. Once he reached your hair, he gently grabbed a tuft, bringing your face close to his, your lips brushing lightly against his. Aaaah~ You could already feel him hard against your groin…

"Y/N, if you look at me with those eyes.... I don't know if I could hold it in... But I don't know if it's wise for me to make love to you in your state, ma chérie... Tell me to stop if you don't want it to get out of hand..."

Grabbing his shirt, you closed the distance between you and his lips, kissing him with need, your hips pressing a little harder against his erection. You needed him as much as he needed you... Now!

"I asked the midwife about it... She said it was safe..." You murmur against his lips before diving back into your kiss. That man was so weak under you...

Lyney took the time to prepare you with his fingers, encouraging your hips that moved sensuously to the rhythm of his hand working you languorously. Your companion always went slowly with his foreplay, starting first with teasing caresses on your clitoris before inserting a finger then two between your walls. His thumb, which was not devoid of agility, massaged your swollen nerve, almost making you moan loudly into his neck. Lyney was never silent during your intercourse, even when he wasn't yet sheathed inside you, he felt a torturous pleasure just by hearing the sounds you produced under his ministrations... Your belly had taken on a few curves with the pregnancy, and Lyney took a malicious pleasure in caressing it with his free hand, whispering words of love to you.

"Y/N~ Seigneur... I love you, ma chérie. I love you both... When I think that you- Hm! - carrying my child... It drives me crazy! I don't know why- Ahh~ - it puts me in such a state!" His hips crushed your heart as he withdrew his fingers to unbutton his pants, freeing his painfully hard, engorged member. "If you weren't already pregnant, I'd make sure you were tonight!"

"Ly-Lyney!" You cried out in pleasure as he began to penetrate you inch by inch, making you tremble on top of him. It felt so good it made you dizzy.... Lyney clung to you, rocking your hips with his hands to help him reach the bottom. You were so tight around him that he was sometimes forced to stop to help you relax.

"Relax mon amour... I don't want to hurt you... Ah! You're tight!" When he finally reached the bottom, Lyney stroked your back limply, his face buried in the hollow of your neck. You were both panting, drenched in sweat and trembling. The clothes still on you were becoming suffocating and you had to pull away from him to get rid of your top and bra. As you did so, your eyes never left Lyney's, who mimicked your actions, throwing his own clothes away before pulling your face towards him. His tongue forced your lips open, tangling with need around yours. It was a sloppy kiss, fueled by the desire you had for each other. This simple fact made your lover far more needy, his member trembling inside you. No longer having the patience to wait, you slowly lifted your hips, leaving only the tip of his sex inside you, before moving back down to the guard... It was a languorous dance, where your breaths served as music. 

Lyney would move slowly, his member touching the deepest, most sensitive parts of your femininity. He'd manage to make you see the stars with so little effort, sometimes changing your position to sit in reverse cowgirl or simply tipping you gently over onto the living room table, legs braced on his shoulders as he sensually pounded you. Your pleas drove him mad, always asking for more... And by the seven, he loved it.

After your escapades, Lyney would make a point of carrying you to bed, cleaning you thoroughly with a warm towel and kisses lost on your skin. You quickly fell asleep under his gentle caresses, giving him the opportunity to whisper words of affection to your belly. His hands tenderly cradled your belly as he rested his head on it, feeling the slight movements of his little one.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crash and Burn 11

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Tony Stark

Summary: a powerful man comes crashing into your life. Literally.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The buzz wakes you up. Again.

You twitch and open your eyes but don't get up. You're not going to give Tony the satisfaction.

You sigh and stare at the ceiling. You're groggy. It could be the wine he fed you at dinner or the incessant vibrational torture. It hardly matters which it is.

It's been a day or two. Depending on how you see it. You're not sure how much longer you can take this. Tony wants to say he's being generous. You couldn't enjoy the lavish dinner. Not with the gawkers or him. You can't even remember what you ordered.

You sit up as another vibration jolts you. You're ready to hunt him down and smack him upside the head. You don't have to. He's right beside you.

You see the watch still on his wrist. There's a message on it. You squint and lean over him. 'Morning protocol in effect.' Bastard.

You reach for his wrist and tap the screen. It chirps. 'Fingerprint not accepted'. The fuck.

"Morning, sweetheart," Tony grumbles into the pillow. He chortles rockily.

"Turn it--" you hold your breath as it vibes again. "Off."

"Huh?" He rolls over, the lines of the pillow etched into his face.

"Hey, listen," you snap your fingers at him. "I am going to strangle you of this doesnt stop. Really, dude. I'm about to snap."

He laughs again and rubs his forehead. He looks at you and exhales. He grunts as he sits up.

"You ask me with your tits out and I'll do anything. Just a hint." He brings his wrist up and taps. "Suspend protocol." He says to it.

You look down at your naked chest. You quickly spin away. You shove past the tangled blankets and stand, searching for something to cover up. That will do.

You grab the silky red robe and pull it on. You tie the belt. You're so sore and your head is starting to pound.

"Ah, another bonus. Wearing my clothes. It's like you're tryna to do something with my morning wood." He snickers. You face him and scowl. "That's number three; that look."

"Please, I'm exhausted. I need..." You pause and get a whiff of yourself. "A shower and advil. Oh, and coffee."

"I'll get you all of that, you just gotta do one thing."

"Tony," you groan.

"Just give it a kiss." He tears the blankets off. "Just the tip."

"You-- you're --"

"I'm compromising, baby. Work with me."

You swallow. Fine. Whatever. You stomp over to him and glare down at his erection. You bend and he angles it up. You press your lips to it and he catches the back of your head. You grunts as he smears pre-cum across your lips.

You wrench away and stagger. He cackles. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, barely resisting the urge to spit.

"The hell."

"Sorry, I had to." He shrugs.

Did he? Really?

"Shower." You grumble.

"Sure thing. Right through there. He'll, take a bath. I know you must be feeling raw," he grabs himself and starts to stroke. "I'll keep myself occupied."

You hold back a blech and spin away. It's like he's trying to make you feel dirtier. You stomp away into the attached bathroom.

You go to the large round tub. The luxury gives you pause. It's the first time you can think enough to really take it in. Everything is so big. So shiny.

You bend over the rim and twist the faucet.

As you stand, you're frightened by a woman's voice. It's that robot he talks too.

"Hello, miss, would you like to watch the news while you bathe?" She asks.

You hesitate. You don't really care about the world. Not when that rat bastard destroyed yours.

"Sure," you say. "Uh, thanks."

It will give you a distraction.

You take off the robe and hang it. There's a clean towel on the bar. Thank god

You get in the tub and a flat screen embedded in the wall above starts to play. You read the banner as the audio is drowned out by the water pouring out. You recline as the warmth slowly builds in the tub.

You close your eyes and let your muscles ease. You keep waiting for the vibration. It doesn't come.

When the tub is full, you sit up and shut off the water. You recline and your eyes focus. You sit up before you can relax.

You're on the screen. With Tony. It's from last night and there's the big font below; Stark's Mystery Woman.

Ah, shit.

As if his sixth sense is tingling, Tony enters. You look at him, about to a snarl, but the smell of coffee stops you. He rattles a bottle at you.

"Advil. I could get you something stronger and we could have some real fun," he offers.

You shake your head. You reach for the bottle. "Thanks."

"Oh, you're welcome," he preens. "Cappuccino. Hand-delivered." He puts the cup on near the brim of the tub on a stool.

"Yeah, thank you." You uncap the bottle.

"Ha, I see the horde for their fill," he turns to watch the TV. "Love this part. They come up with the most wild conspiracies."

"Jesus," you mutter and throw back the tablets.

You put the bottle beside the mug as you reach for it. You sense him watching you. You sip.

"I like you," he leans in the brim of the tub. "You know that? You don't give a shit. The others, they'd be taking selfies, or trying to get caught again. You hate it."

I hate you, you think. You choose your coffee over him. You're not pushing it.

"Ugh, you know, you're right," he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his black silk pajamas. "I could use a soak."

He shoves the pants down and kicks them away. He struts up and steps over the side of the tub. He slides down next to you and stretches his arm around the edge, right behind you. You bite down on your discomfort.

"This is nice." He rubs your shoulder. "I don't gotta put it on for you. Nothing impresses you, sweetheart."

[ginnysgraffiti]

LEE x yn.

lee type of bf :

- lee, contrary to popular belief...is just one big teddy-bear. he LOVES to cuddle. he lives for that shit.

- nights that you both spend in his truck are quite uncomfortable being squashed in the back together, except when you look at him and he is having the most peaceful sleep of his life.

- honestly, he won't admit it but you can see it on his face when he passes out and he looks so peaceful. he sleeps way better when he has someone warm to cuddle.

- he will randomly come up to you, whether you're laying in bed or on the couch and just crush you.

- HE CRUSHES YOU. he will just put his entire body ON YOU. sitting on the couch? cool he's on top of you now. laying in bed trying to sleep? get suffocated. he's on you. ALWAYS. he's just needy, have mercy :D

- he's also like a cat in a way. he wants to cuddle but only when HE wants to. but if you cuddle up to him in bed or on the couch he won't deny you.

- PLEASE crush him back. no matter your body weight (off topic head cannon but lee loves ALL body types. it doesn't matter. HE LOVES YOU.) CRUSH HIM BACK. he's sitting on the couch? get on top of him. he's laying in bed trying to sleep? suffocate him.

(he will never tell you directly when he wants cuddles, but you know how to recognize his puppy look)

- he enjoys spooning the most, that or laying his head on your tummy and laying between your legs. (bonus points if you have a squishy tummy)

- when you both are spooning he loves to shove his face into the crook of your neck and smell you. he's a weirdo.

- on the topic of smelling. he likes the way his partner smells. (HE'S BISEXUAL!! ITS CANNON!!) he likes to randomly smell your hair or your clothes. he thinks he's sneaky but he isn't.

- he also enjoys if his partner has like, long ish fluffy hair, mostly because he likes to play with it. as long as he can rake his fingers through it while cuddling you he's content.

- on the topic of hair HE LOVESS and i mean LOVESS when you scratch his scalp or massage his head and play with his hair when he cuddles with you.

- his ideal sleeping position consists of his face squished into your tummy, either you laying on your back or your side. (if you're on your side he is most definitely hugging your torso and squeezing you) he actually prefers to rest his head on your breasts, if his partner is a girl.

him smelling your shirt, and you playing with his hair.

- looks like he could kill you? he's a cinnamon roll.

- he's literally just a big baby. he enjoys being pampered. he doesn't look it but he does. he also will not admit it.

- likes to act hot and confident but he just wants your attention.

- ideally lee would like to sleep at night with just a t-shirt and his boxers...but if you're weirded out by that he'll settle for some shorts.

- on the topic of kissing be carful he does nibble. he can't help it. one second he's lightly kissing your tummy and then you'll feel his teeth. or he's kissing your neck and you feel his teeth. don't be scared though...he won't actually bite you or eat you. he loves you too much for that.

- if you're an eater too then he could ask you to go feeding with him. it's a very intimate thing between eaters and he wants to enjoy it with you.

(maybe just to be in charge to clean you once in the shower hehe)

- HE JUST LOVES PHYSICAL CONTACT SO MUCH PLEASE!!! (he'll never tell you)

- sometimes dirty minded and pervy, he can't help.

- let him lay his head in your lap and he'll die. babyyyy.

- speaking of him being a child. if he's having a bad day he will claim he wants to be left alone because he's emo but if you just persist and randomly cuddle up to him his eyes will literally turn into hearts.

- you'll just feel him shove his mouth on to your tummy and hear the farting noises...he's such a child.

- JEALOUS. I REPEAT, DEADLY JEALOUS.

(sorry for your lovers, but we both know how it's going to end)

- cooks you breakfast every morning he can.

- falls asleep looking at the stars with you, at the back of his pickup.

- if he's out he will leave a piece of paper on the fridge saying he loves you and listing the ingredients for you to cook.

- loves, literally LOVES to go on long trips with you on his blue pick-up. (especially mountain)

- professional studies (me) has deduced that he loves to be submissive, so he could literally lose control if you put yourself on top.

- loves to share cigarettes or oversized clothes with you. (sometimes even his boxers)

[backtothe99]

(18Trip Translation) Tao Kinouchi SSR: Best Wishes Snap - Level +1

proofread by jellyfish_apple, azurecrystalz and niri

While the story uses the male protagonist's name (Kaede), the differences in the script depending on the protagonist you play as have been noted down

Part 1

Location: HAMA House Living Room

Everyone at HAMA Tours: Happy birthday~!!

[Pop, pop!]

Tao: Thank you so much. You really went out of your way for me today…

Tao: Like, everything’s amazing. The living room is decorated so beautifully, and the food looks so fancy and tasty.

Chihiro: Hehe ♪ We’ve got all of your faves here, TaoTao~! Meat, fish, naan curry… ♪

Chihiro: But celery’s banned from HAMA House for today, sorries~

Raito: The information you put in your profile book was a great help. By the way, the curry is authentic and ordered from an Indian restaurant the Kitakata family has close ties to.

Nagi: We tried baking the naan ourselves. The Night Team will take responsibility and eat the uneven ones, so please enjoy the pretty ones.

Nayuki: Good grief, to think they were even discussing getting a tandoor installed for this.

Liguang: In the end, we simply asked Kamina how to make it in a frying pan.

Kaede: We’ve got seconds, so eat to your heart’s content!

Tao: Okay, thanks. The smell alone is enough to make my stomach rumble…

Chihiro: The cake absolutely meeeelts in your mouth! Props to our in house Chef Ushipoyo!

Chihiro: It’s a cube cake tower made of TaoTao’s fav game consoles and video game boxarts♪

Kinari: The cake has been recreated to look like the original “Surpass The Original! A Chronicle Cake For Veteran Gamers”, with icing used throughout.

Tao: Amazing… There’s so much attention to detail. Even the buttons from the very first Enstation are exactly the same.

Liguang: Doing such thorough research is a good trait of Kurama’s

Kuguri: So, where would you like to start? I will feed you whatever you want.

Tao: Yeah, no need…

Kinari: Tao, happy birthday. My gift to you is this assortment of video games.

Tao: I’m amazed you found this many! There are all sorts of stuff in here, both old and new…!

Kinari: I was researching what you would like, and this naturally happened.

Kinari: … Confirming increase in body temperature and heart rate, as well as looseness in cheeks.

Kinari: I am happy you are happy with it. I look forward to continuing working alongside you as members of Ev3ns.

Tao: Same here. Thanks, Kinari.

Liguang: Shēngrì kuàilè (1), Kinouchi. Take this.

Tao: Wha… This is… the new jacket from my favorite brand!? No, I can’t accept something as nice as this.

Liguang: Stop being shy and just accept it. Lots of people would want to be in your shoes.

Tao: Y… Yeah… Okay then, thank you.

Tao: Oh, by the way, how is Xingbing-san doing? Please thank her for coming to our concert the other day for me.

Liguang: … Got it.

Nagi: … As always, Liguang-san’s got the air of a king. His luxurious presents are beyond the realm of man…

Tao: Hachinoya-san?

Nagi: (I should’ve given him my gift earlier.  But it’s too late to turn back now, so I’ll just pretend it’s not garbage.)

Nagi: My gift is the complete collection of Elephantastic Memorial discs. The volume 1 debut performance footage includes a bonus scene that’s a must-see for all fans. But, um…

Nagi: I hadn’t considered the possibility that you might already have this. If you’d like, you could maybe keep it to show it to your friends, or you could use it for emergency funds in case of financial trouble.

Tao: I don’t own a single one, so this makes me really happy. Let’s watch them together at some point.

Nagi: Ba-dump. So this is the carefree smile of the unspoken rizz king... So charismatic.

Tao: (I got presents and a cake. This is pretty much a picture-perfect “birthday party”.)

Tao: (… It would’ve been unimaginable back then.)

Chihiro: Taaao! Howzit? Are you happy?

Tao: Yeah. This is the first birthday I’ve properly celebrated since coming here.

Tao: And that’s without mentioning all these things you’ve done for me. Of course I’m happy. No amount of thanks will ever be enough.

Chihiro: I see… Ehehe, I’m glad ♪

Chihiro: Theeen, time for a toast~?

Chihiro: Look, Raitin got champagne. He was all, “I’ll splurge for Tao’s birthday~☆” 'bout it!

Tao: Seriously?

Tao: (Actually… Is it just me, or is Chihiro more excited than usual today?)

Kuguri: … But of course, maci.

Tao: Woah, Kuguri-san! … Uh, could you not read people’s minds so casually?

Kuguri: Fufu, you’re pretty much an open book, maci.

Kuguri: Our brave nyuszi even managed to drag me around to help for today. Does that not send a thrill down your spine?

Tao: Wha…

Chihiro: Wai– Don’t be a snitch, Kugurin! So embarrassing~!!

Tao: Chihiro…

Chihiro: … You always grant so many of my wishes. I wanted to celebrate you properly in return!

Chihiro: Happy birthday, Tao!

Tao: … Yeah. Let’s make this a great year, with everyone.

Tao: (I’m really so thankful…)

Tao: Ah…

Tao: (This is the party game Taiki and I talked about wanting to play… The game was sold out back then so we couldn’t get it.)

Kaede: Tao-kun?

Kaede: Did you maybe find some game you’d like to play? Which one?

Tao: No. It’s just…

Kinari: No matter how “ordinary” something is. It becomes “special” when you do it on your birthday. … That is something you and the others have taught me, Tao.

Kinari: As such, playing games on your birthday will become a special memory for you as well.

Kaede: Yeah, Kinari-kun is right.

Kaede: No need to hold back! Plus, it’s been a long time since we played a game together, Tao-kun! Let’s do it!

Chihiro: What’s it gonna be, Tao~?

Tao: Then… Just for a while. I’ll go bring the console!

Part 2

Tao: Hah… I had fun.

Tao: (After that, everyone else came too. We ate delicious food and played games.)

Tao: (The President’s thorough planning blew me away, and the game Ushio gave me was fun too.)

Tao: (I had a few intense matches with Ryui-san, and Chihiro took a picture of the Chief and Hachinoya-san trying to figure out which character is which…)

Tao: (I made so many memories. I never thought I’d get so excited…)

Tao: … Haha. I was so into it that I started sweating.

Tao: Alright, time for a bath.

Muneuji: Kinouchi-san.

Tao: Muneuji?

Muneuji: I am glad you are still here. Could I take up some more of your time for the Random Gift System assignment?

Muneuji: … I became so engrossed in cheering during the matches earlier that my duties nearly slipped my mind.

Tao: You and Akuta were holding megaphones and cheering loudly from the back, it’s no wonder you forgot.

Tao: Thanks to you guys, I got even more fired up… Or actually, the games became all the more fun.

Muneuji: There is not a single person who would not be excited watching such a heated battle. I have also learned something today: the world of gaming is deeply complex.

Muneuji: Ah, I am neglecting my duties again. I’ll cut to the chase.

Muneuji: Happy birthday, Kinouchi-san. May this year be a fruitful one for you.

Muneuji: This is my gift to you.

Tao: Oh, bar soap!

Muneuji: Yes. I resolved to make this my present when I found out that you like bar soaps.

Tao: Bar soaps are nice. You slowly make the bubbles yourself, and they’re smooth to the touch.

Muneuji: Agreed. I also enjoy the faint, nostalgic scent they carry.

Tao: I get you. It’s such a gentle scent, isn’t it?

Muneuji: I asked Azekawa-san to analyze your skin type, and carefully selected and ordered the ingredients for this bar soap based on those results. Please give it a try if you’d like.

Tao: You got a custom-made one!?

Muneuji: It is not particularly difficult. Anyone can do this if they know the procedure. Would you like to order one together next time?

Tao: Sounds interesting! Let’s discuss the details later.

Muneuji: Understood. I will look forward to it.

Tao: … Oh yeah. Muneuji, I was about to go for a bath, so do you want to try this soap out?

Muneuji: …

Muneuji: Truth be told, out of all the items I ordered, this was the most refined, so I was curious how it would feel to use… I will take you up on your offer then, thank you.

Muneuji: As the opportunity has come to us, I will wash your back, Kinouchi-san.

Tao: Uh, that’s…

Tao: (A little embarrassing. But…)

Tao: (… It’ll remind me of the past.)

Tao: Then, I’ll also—

Kuguri: Let’s go, maci ♪

Tao: Uh!?

Muneuji: Domeki-san.

Kuguri: To think you’d be entrusting me with your defenseless back. … Okay. I’ll take such good care of you both.

Chihiro: Heeey! There you are, Kugurin~!

Chihiro: Gee! No spoilers! I told you we’d invite them together!!

Tao: Chihiro? And…

Muneuji: Azekawa-san and Kitakata-san as well. The entire Evening Team is here.

Chihiro: It’s gettin' late, so we came to invite y’all for a bath!

If the protagonist is male: Chihiro: I invited Chiefy too, but he had some work to get done and couldn’t make it. Sadge.

If the protagonist is female: Chihiro: Chiefy stocked up on fruit milk today! Let’s all drink up after the bath~!

Raito: A lot of us have gathered. Shall we all wash each other’s backs? You know, the way they do it by being in a circle.

Muneuji: Taking a bath while getting to know the Evening Team better… Yes, this sounds like it will be a valuable experience.

Tao: Oh man…

Tao: … Oh, the sun’s setting.

Tao: (… Today was a good day.)

Muneuji: Kinouchi-san?

Tao: It's nothing. I'll be right there.

NOTES: (1) happy birthday in chinese

[whumplist]

BLACK OUT (2024) Whump List

Synopsis:

Two 19-year-old girls were brutally murdered. The bodies were abandoned and could not be found anywhere inside the warehouse, scattered with blood. The only suspect was their friend. He was drunk on the night of the incident. He doesn’t recall a single memory. No memories of committing a murder. No memories of not committing a murder either. The boy had become a young adult by the time he was released from prison in 11 years. He wished to pursue a quiet life… But another murder flips the village. A white bone carcass has been discovered. The real devil is hiding somewhere within the seemingly peaceful village. Who’s the real devil? (Source: Hulu)

⚠️ MAJOR CONTENT WARNING FOR SUICIDE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT — Context for CW at bottom of list in red text. ⬇️

Whumpee: Goh Jeong-woo (played by Byun Yohan)

➤ BONUS: Hyeon Geon-oh

Have mercy, this is only my second attempt at a whumplist. Let me know if I missed anything important!

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Some notes:

※ The elipses (…) represent a scene change.

※ The way this drama is formatted, sometimes scenes at the end of an episode will not only be continued in the next episode or recapped, but the entire scene will be shown again in its entirety; in this case, it will be represented in this list as [scene continued: x, y, z] with x, y, and z being things that occurred both in the previous episode and the current one.

※ And finally, the links are to gifsets on Tumblr!

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➤ Goh Jeong-woo

01: grabbed, violently woken up, restrained, crying … crying, hit in head … handcuffed, interrogated, sleep deprivation … sleep deprivation … crying, amnesia, restrained … crying, restrained, held against ground … injured … imprisoned … crying … harassed (food tray kicked over on him), lightly slapped, bullied (made to eat food off floor) … crying … injured, bullying (food tray knocked over), attacked (blanket thrown over head and knocked to the ground), ganged up on, kicked repeatedly, punched, stepped on … injured ("Did they beat you?") … crying, grasping at chest, ("Please don't kill me.") thrown to ground, kicked … crying … attacked, ganged up on, punched … ganged up on, collapsed, in pain … injured (face covered in cuts and bruises), suicide attempt (slit wrist) … harassed, kicked repeatedly, ganged up on, dragged up, punched repeatedly, bleeding from mouth, grabbed at … fighting … scarred back shown … crying, grieving … grabbed, shook, pushed … shoulder-checked, fighting … [flashback: hit in head] … crying

02: tantrum, crying … slapped, crying, bottle smashed on his head, bleeding, startled, flinches, watery eyes ("Are you alright?" "No.") … grabbed, shook … grabbed … shoved

03: shoved … grabbed, slapped … crying … crying, screaming/wailing … crying, grabbed, manhandled, out of it, slapped, punched repeatedly, bleeding from mouth, gun pulled on him

04: [dream: crying] [scene continued: crying, grabbed, manhandled, out of it, slapped, punched repeatedly, bleeding from mouth, gun pulled on him] manhandled, helped up, helped to walk, bleeding from mouth ("Are you all right?") … manhandled, shoved, grabbed, punched, knocked into table, begging, crying, grabbed … chair kicked … pushed

05: grabbed … crying … flinches … grabbed … watery eyes … held at gunpoint

06: [scene continued: held at gunpoint] shot at, pistol-whipped … cared for (bandaged + sleepover) … slapped … concern for him, treated at hospital … grabbed, manhandled

07: [flashback: pushed, grabbed, punched, kicked, shoved down] attacked from behind, pot smashed on his head, knocked out, bleeding from head, worry for him (phone call) … loaded into ambulance, unconscious, bleeding from forehead, taken to hospital … treated, diagnosed with malnutrition … grabbed, shoved down … crying

08: crying, grabbed, restrained, shook, crying, punches wall, lightly punched in chest … shoved, hit by a car

09: unconscious in hospital … wakes up in hospital, tries to stand, legs give out, pulls out iv, runs outside barefoot while injured and dressed as a hospital patient … crying, manhandled, held against wall … hit in chest ("Are you alright?")

10: worry for him ("Eat up … This is his first meal today, right?")

11: shoved … crying, pushed

12: [scene continued: crying, pushed] crying … despondent … worry for him (downloads phone tracking app)

13: [flashback: crying] flinches back, hugged without consent, crying, pressured into drinking alcohol … drugged, dizzy, falls over, unconscious … unconscious, carried (piggyback) … unconscious, manhandled … kissed on mouth without consent while unconscious … unconscious, worry for him, checking his pulse ("Is Jeong-woo okay?") … wakes up, flinches ("You're safe now."), worry for him ("How is he? Is he okay?"), needs help sitting up … crying

14: worry for him, brought to hospital, lightly manhandled (led by hand around wrist), hand injury … crying … betrayal, watery eyes … crying, hit in head and on back with an easel, struggling to get up … breaks into a burning room, coughing … [flashback montage: restrained (handcuffed), manhandled, crying, interrogated, sleep deprivation, held against ground, harassed, beaten, fighting, injured, crying, distressed, begging, held at gunpoint, bleeding from mouth, hit over head with pot, collapsed, bleeding from forehead, crying, punching wall, kissed without consent while unconscious, etc] … crying … hug :) … object bounced off head (comedic)

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➤ Hyeon Geon-oh

01–05: nothing

06: drink slapped out of hand, shook … passed out drunk … drunk, crying, stumbling … drunk, stumbling, hysterical laughter … stumbling, drunk, hysterical laughter, legs give out, grabbed, almost falls over, is caught, helped to walk, manhandled, grabbed at ("Don't touch me.") … crying, almost falls over, is caught … crying … crying

07: [flashback: fighting] drunk, almost falls over, is caught, helped to walk, vomiting … [scene continued: crying] … manhandled, knocked to ground, knocked into table, hits his head, knocked out, carried while unconscious (piggyback) … crying, grabbed, dragged, locked in attic, claustrophobia, crying

08: nightmare, minor hallucination, withdrawal (alcoholism) … drunk, slaps himself, crying … hallucinating … slaps himself, crying … scratching arm, crying … crying … grabbed … suicide (hanging)

09: suicide (hanging) [flashback: crying, grabbed, shoved against wall, restrained] funeral [flashback: held against wall]

10: [flashback: held against wall, grabbed, crying]

11–14: nothing

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※ CONTEXT FOR CONTENT WARNINGS:

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Suicide CW:

Sexual Assault CW:

The protagonist repeatedly tells people to kill him, has little self-preservation, and slits his wrist at one point in the first episode; it is later self-described as a suicide attempt.

Another character, not the protagonist, commits suicide; it is shown in episodes 8 and 9. Episode 13 also contains a staged suicide, and in episode 14 a character attempts suicide but is rescued.

One of the murder victims is raped and while we see the lead-up and the aftermath, the actual act is not shown. The sexual assault is, however, discussed repeatedly throughout the drama, particularly after the body is found and autopsy performed in episode 6. The actual scene isn't shown until episode 8, after which it is shown multiple more times in flashbacks.

Additionally, something more minor but still worth mentioning: in episode 13, after being drugged into unconsciousness, the protagonist is kissed on the mouth without consent.

[ranahan]

Mando’a masterpost

Most of my Mando’a linguistic nerdery you should be able to find under the hashtags #mando’a linguistics and #ranah talks mando’a. Specific topics like phonology and etymology are tagged on newer posts but not necessarily on older. I also reblog lots of other people’s fantastic #mando’a stuff, which many of these posts are replies to.

I also post about #mandalorian culture, other #meta: mandalorians and #star wars meta topics, #star wars languages, #conlangs, and #linguistics. I like to reblog well-reasoned and/or interesting takes on Star Wars and Mandalorian politics, but I am not pro or contra fictional characters or organisations, only pro good storytelling. You can use the featured tags to navigate most of these topics. Not Star Wars content tag is #not star wars, although if it’s on this blog, likely it’s tangentially related or at least Mandalorian-coded.

Currently working on an expanded dictionary and an analysis of canon Mando’a. Updates under #mando’a project. Here are my thoughts on using my stuff (tldr: please do). My askbox is open & I’d love to hear which words, roots or other features you want to see dissected next.

#Phonology

Mando’a vowels

Murmured sounds in Mando’a

Ven’, ’ne and ’shya—phonology of Mando’a affixes

#Morphology

Mando’a demonyms: -ad or -ii?

Agent nouns in Mando’a

Reduplication in Mando’a

Verbal conjugation in Ancient Mando’a & derivations in Modern Mando’a

-nn

Adjectival suffixes (this one is skierunner’s theory, but dang it’s good and it’s on my post, so I’m including it) — here’s another great theory (not mine)!

e-, i- (prefix) “-ness”

#Syntax

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis — Relative tenses — Tense, aspect and mood & creole languages — Copula and zero copula in creole languages — More thoughts about Mando’a TAM particles

Mando’a tense/aspect/mood (headcanons)

Mando’a has no passive

Adjectives as passive voice & other strategies

Colloquial Mando’a

Alienable/inalienable possession — more thoughts

Translating wh-words into Mando’a

#Roots, words & etymology

ad ‘child’—but also many other things

adenn, ‘wrath’

akaan & naak: war & peace

an ‘all’ + a collective suffix & plural collectives

ba’ & bah

*bir-, birikad, birgaan & again

cetar ‘kneel’

cinyc & shiny

gai’ka, ka’gaht, la’mun

jagyc, ori’jagyc & misandry

janad

*ka-, kakovidir & cardinal directions

ke’gyce ‘order, command’

*maan-, manda, gai bal manda, kir’manir, ramaan & kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’

*nor- & *she- ‘back’ (+ bonus *resh-)

projor ‘next’

riduurok, riduur, kom’rk, shuk’orok

*sak-, sakagal ‘cross’

*sen- ‘fly’

tapul

urmankalar ‘believe’

*ver- ‘earn’

*ya-, yai, yaim (& flyby mentions of eyayah, eyaytir, gayiyla, gayiylir, aliit)

Dialectal English & slang in Mando’a

#Non-canon words

Mining vocabulary

Non-canon reduplications

Many words for many Mandalorians

What’s the word for “greater mandalorian space”?

Names of Mandalorian planets

Dral’Han & derived words

besal ‘silver, steel grey’

derivhaan

hukad & hukal, ’sheath, scabbard’

*maan-, manda, kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’ & derivations

mara/maru, ‘amber-root’

*sen- ‘fly’ derivations

tarisen ‘swoop bike’

*ver- ‘earn’ derivations

#mando’a proverbs

#mando’a idioms

Pragmatics & ethnolinguistics

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis

History of Mando’a — Loanwords in Mando’a

Mando’a timeline

Mandalorian languages

#mandalorian sign language

Kinship terms

Politeness in Mando’a: gedet’ye & ba’gedet’ye — vor entye, vor’e, n’entye — vor’e etc. again — n’eparavu takisit, ni ceta

Mandalorians and medicine, baar’ur, triage

#Mandalorian colour theory (#mandalorians and color): cin & purity, colour associations & orange, cin, ge’tal, saviin & besal, gemstone symbolism

#Mandalorian nature, Flora and fauna of Manda’yaim

starry road

Concordian dialogue retcon

A short history of the Mandalorian Empire

Mandalorian clans & government headcanons

Mando’a handwriting guide: part 1, part 2, part 3

What I would have done differently if I had constructed Mando’a

FAQ

Can you answer a question about combat medicine? May I direct you to my post about Free tactical medicine learning resources.

Can I use your words/headcanons in my own projects? Short answer: yes—if I shared it I meant for you to steal it. If you make something transformative, no need to credit me; if you want to copy-paste large chunks of my writing, just credit and mark any changes appropriately.

Do you do translations? If I happen to be in the mood or your translation question is interesting. Feel free to bomb my inbox, but don’t expect quick answers.

What’s your stance on Satine Kryze and the New Mandalorians? They’re fictional and I don’t have one beyond their narrative being interesting & wishing that fandom would have civil conversations about them without calling each other names.

Why do you portray Mandalorians as multi-racial and gender-agnostic when they’re not that diverse in canon? Because that’s the power of transformative works: to create the kind of representation we want to see in a world where it’s lacking.

LGBTQIA? I don’t stand for any shade of discrimination. If I say something insensitive, rest assured it’s because I temporarily misplaced my other brain cell, not because of malice.

NSFW? No. This is a linguistics blog, so cursing and some explicit vocabulary should be expected—slang is one of my interests, and vulgar language comes with the territory—but no porn here. I don’t believe in nudity or sex in themselves being taboo topics and I was a medic for a good chunk of my life, so frank discussions about sex education/medical/anatomical/trauma topics might also happen. I’ll try to tag if these topics come up, but frankly my own explicitness- and gore-meter is kinda broken after a career in emergency medicine, so things might slip by.

Asks under #ranah answers

P.s. Let me know if the links don’t work or something else is wrong (some items don’t have links, they are articles in my draft folder/queue which I’ve listed here so they don’t get lost… although that might be a lost cause). Also please tell me if you need me to tag something I haven’t so you can filter it: this blog is for readers—if I was writing just for myself, I wouldn’t bother to edit and publish—so let me know what I can do to make it work better for you. Thanks!

[kilfeur]

Je m'ennuie un peu alors je vais poster mes théories concernant l'ordre cosmique et l'humanité dans tdp :

De ce qu'on a vu de l'ordre cosmique, on voit qu'ils sont cruels. Ils sont considérés comme les premiers elfes. Donc c'est sûrement eux qui ont façonné Xadia. Du coup en créant les elfes et les humains, ils ont mit en place cet équilibre. Avant ça marchait mais c'est plus le cas, le cadeau de Leola envers l'humanité est le premier déclencheur du changement. Et c'est cruel et horrible mais selon leur point de vue, ils ont fait ce qui est juste ! Je m'explique : si ce sont bien eux qui ont crée ce monde. Ils l'ont crée à leur image, c'est comme un jeu que vous avez mis du temps à créer. Et une fois cela fait, ils laissent l'humanité et les elfes faire ce qu'ils chantent tant qu'ils ne dérangent pas l'équilibre qui a été instauré. Mais Leola en donnant son cadeau de la magie à l'humanité, dérange l'image du monde qu'ils ont crée. Et c'est ça qui les dérange bien qu'ils disent aussi que cet acte peu importe la nature est le début du chaos. Et dans un sens c'est vrai, Aaravos a crée ce chaos car ils ont tué leur fille le poussant dans le chemin de la vengeance et créant un bazar pas possible.

C'est ça que je trouve fascinant avec l'ordre cosmique, car ils n'ont pas la perception ou logique que nous ou bien Aaravos et Leola. Ils ne ressentent pas le besoin de descendre sur Xadia pour vivre auprès des deux peuples. Ils se contentent de les regarder depuis les étoiles, je me suis demandée si ils comprenaient le concept du deuil ? Aaravos a été en deuil pendant plusieurs années et lo misérécordieux est venu pour dire la fameuse phrase "Nous sommes tous des poussières d'étoiles, unis ensemble par l'amour ne serait ce qu'un instant." Ce qui est cruel à dire mais de l'autre, il est possible qu'ils ont une concept du deuil différent. La phrase pourrait dire que même si Leola est morte, elle sera toujours là même si Aaravos ne peut la voir. Ou bien le fait que Leola repose désormais dans les étoiles.

Et je me pose des questions sur leur rareté, pourquoi ils sont rares ? Et je me souviens que la mort de Leola a causé un cratère dont les larmes d'Aaravos a finit par être nommé la "mer des bannis", la "mort" d'Aaravos a détruit Lux Aurea. Et on a vu qu'Aaravos s'est transformé en île pour l'utiliser comme point de téléportation pour retourner dans la vallée des tombes. Donc je me demande si pour créer Xadia, ils ont sacrifié des elfes des étoiles. Ce qui est assez tordu mais expliquerait leur rareté !

Je ne cherche pas des excuses pour l'ordre cosmique, ce qu'ils ont fait est injuste et horrible. Mais j'avoue qu'ils m'intriguent pas mal.

Théorie bonus :

On pourrait croire que les humains ont un grand désavantage, le fait qu'ils soient nés sans arcanum et sans connexion. Ce qui explique pourquoi ils ont utilisé la magie noire. Mais et si c'était le contraire ? Les humains n'ont pas de connexion à un arcanum, certes mais ça leur permettrait de créer leur propre connexion avec différents arcanums pour utiliser la magie primale non ? Et on a la preuve vivante que c'est possible avec Callum, un humain, et Aaravos qui est un elfe des étoiles. Et il est le seul elfe a être connecté aux six arcanums. Ce qui fait de leurs cas assez unique, on a pas vu d'autres elfes qui se sont connectés à d'autres arcanums que celui auxquels ils sont nés avec. Et maintenant, on voit que les choses changent. Everkynd a été crée pour que les elfes et les humains puissent y vivre. Callum est encore là ! L'équilibre instauré par l'ordre cosmique est en train de s'ébranler. Mais il a besoin de changer car leur "équilibre" ne peut plus marcher désormais.

I'm a little bored, so I'm going to post my theories about the cosmic order and humanity in tdp:

From what we've seen of the cosmic order, we can see that they are cruel. They are considered to be the first elves. So they are surely the ones who shaped Xadia. By creating elves and humans, they established this balance. It worked before, but that's no longer the case. Leola's gift to humanity is the first trigger for change. And it's cruel and horrible, but from their point of view, they did what was right. Let me explain: if they are indeed the ones who created this world, they created it in their own image, like a game that took you a long time to create. And once that was done, they let humanity and the elves do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't disturb the balance that had been established. But Leola, by giving her gift of magic to humanity, disturbed the image of the world they had created. And that's what bothers them, even though they also say that this act, regardless of its nature, is the beginning of chaos. And in a sense it's true, Aaravos created this chaos because they killed their daughter, pushing him down the path of vengeance and creating an absolute mess.

That's what I find fascinating about the cosmic order, because they don't have the perception or logic that we or even Aaravos and Leola have. They don't feel the need to descend upon Xadia to live among the two peoples. They are content to watch them from the stars, and I wondered if they understood the concept of grieving? Aaravos mourned for several years, and the merciful one came to say the famous phrase, “We are all stardust, held together by love, if only for a instant.” That’s a cruel thing to say, but on the other hand, it’s possible that they have a different concept of mourning. The phrase could mean that even though Leola is dead, she will always be there, even if Aaravos cannot see her. Or it could mean that Leola now rests among the stars.

And I wonder about their rarity, why are they rare? And I remember that Leola's death caused a crater whose tears Aaravos ended up naming the “Sea of the Outcasts, and Aaravos’s “death” destroyed Lux Aurea. And we saw that Aaravos transformed himself into an island to use it as a teleportation point to return to the Valley of the Graves. So I wonder if, in order to create Xadia, they sacrificed startouch elves. Which is pretty twisted, but would explain their rarity!

I'm not looking for excuses for the cosmic order; what they did was unjust and horrible. But I admit that they intrigue me quite a bit.

Bonus theory:

We could believe that humans have a major disadvantage, the fact that they are born without an arcanum and without a connection. This explains why they used dark magic. But what if the opposite were true? Humans may not have a connection to an arcanum, but that would allow them to create their own connection to different arcanums in order to use primal magic, right? And we have living proof that this is possible with Callum, a human, and Aaravos, a startouch elf who is the only elf connected to all six arcanums. This makes their cases quite unique, as we haven't seen any other elves connect to arcanums other than the one they were born with. And now we see that things are changing. Everkynd was created so that elves and humans could live there. Callum is still here! The balance established by the cosmic order is beginning to falter. But it needs to change because their “balance” can no longer work.

[burning-academia-if]

The Siblings Birthed from Rot

Summary: In which a sister breaks every promise she ever made.

Word count: 7k (in total)

Content Warnings: Parental abuse, emotional abuse, gaslighting, alcoholism

Play here

A/N: Happy one year anniversary to Burning Academia! Here's something small to celebrate and I hope you enjoy. While I normally don't do song recs for play, I would recommend listening to Made of Stone by Daughter for this to really set the mood! As always, thanks for being here and reading!

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

So what I’ve heard is that Sam bites Darlin in the most recent bonus audio.. First of all, why put in a BA in the first place? It bothers me a little bit. I think the fact that it is behind a paywall loses its purpose. Again, thinking of others (like me cannot lie) who do not have access to the BA or don’t listen to the nsfw content.

It crushed the idea of the first time we get Sam biting Darlin that should have been a "bigger event". Not saying that what we got was wasn’t (i am) or how it happened was horrible, buuuut it was kinda certain at some point that this would come back as its own thing, no? Just for the fact that the whole biting mention STARTED WITH QUINN.

I'm not sure if I'm seeing it more as unfair to people who aren't on Patreon or just bummed that it happened that way.

Also I’ve had this shit typed out since it came out and y’all here talkin abt it before me.. So not me being late 😭 But anyways, if I’m just being dramatic lmk ACTUALLY IT’S ANONYMOUS YOU CANT LMAOOO

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[ilaria-jinx]

After starting David’s storyline, and listening to his first BA, I have decided that I need more David bonus audio content. The second and third ones alone are not going to cut it. I won’t be taking notes, thanks so much!

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 090 | BTS Gayo Returns part 2

Original Air Date: 12 NOV 2019 Episode Length: 32:31 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: No Title Song: Idol

Synopsis: Continuing the previous episode with more games featuring BTS music

Production: Still loving the idea of focusing on BTS's music and dances for game content.

Endearment: I don't know if the guys just seem a little more tired or if these specific games just dont land with me as much but there's definitely something off about this episode. it's absolutely still a great show just not as high as the previous Episode in my personal ranking. 

Winner: RM, JH, JM, JK

Loser: JN, YG, V

Best Cheater: Definitely JH! They said they didn't want anyone even mouthing the lyrics for the song they were supposed to be dancing but Hobi was shouting beats. It's intrinsic as a dance leader but definitely against the spirit of that particular game. 

Member Moments:

RM: Blessed RM having to dance with 3J?? He definitely tried, got to give him props for not giving up

JN: Jin absolutely killing it during the ba kwards music game!

YG: Yoongi really going fkr it in the dance battle against Tae

JH: Hobi totally vibing with the beat of some of the backwards songs. 

JM: Jimin calling out Hobi for always guessing the same song. 

V: Tae infamously provoking Yoongi's pride by saying he can beat them at Dance 

JK: JKs continual guesses during the backwards music game 

Bonus Content: I didn't make any notes on this... :(

CQ Rank: 3.5

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lowkey! nine— hard to get ka daw

"thanks for today!" you beamed as you bid xiao and hutao goodbye. "it's nothing, gusto ka lang namin i-surprise." xiao said, a ghost of a smile adorning his face, hutao simply smirking in the back before she calls out for kazuha who was relaxing on the couch with your cat—maki. "bye din kazuha!!" him and xiao just stared at each other before kazuha ended the silent staring competition after maki jumped off kazuha's lap and walked away, while he waved back to hu tao with a polite smile.

you watched the pair walk back to their car and drive off, waiting for a moment before locking the door and plopping down on the couch with your boyfriend. "na saan si maki?" kazuha chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as you laid on his chest. "umalis siya kanina," and as if on cue, your cat jumps onto him and makes himself comfortable on your boyfriend's chest too. "dapat pala mas madalas wala si kuya." you sighed in content, closing your eyes—wanting to rest after a long day. "rest ka muna, love. i'll wake you up pag malapit na kuya mo." and just before you could reply, kazuha's phone chimed and the notification itself was able to make your stomach churn.

"huh? ba't may pa-heart pa sa name?" you scowled, pushing yourself up to sit properly and face your boyfriend. "it's not what you think," kazuha thinks of any possibilities that someone could've put yunjin's number on his phone, cause he knows damn well he never saved it. "sinave siguro ni hu tao sa phone ko. i already told you before that i never saved it, right?" he assured you, taking your hand in his and giving it a comforting squeeze. this is kazuha we're talking about, your boyfriend of 10 months who agreed to keep your relationship a secret because of your issues, he would never lie to you and you trust him with all your heart.

"when i replied to her a while ago, i didn't have any intentions of building a romantic connection with her or anything. though i can show you off in front of in front of many people, always know that i love you and that i'd wait for you till you're ready." his words make you tear up and bit, moving closer to pull him in a hug. "i love you too, i'm sorry for reacting a bit iffy. knowing what she feels and how she goes on about it just makes me a bit mad sometimes."

"it's fine, love. everytime you feel insecure, everytime you feel doubt, everytime you feel anxious, i'll always be here to remind you that i love you." he hummed, pulling away from your hug to press a small peck on your cheek. that's right, you have nothing to worry about.

—bonus!

"HUY HALA, WRONG ACCOUNT! DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE" yn said frantically as she deleted her most recent tweet, whereas kazuha just watched in amusement as he checked the gc. "kinabahan saglit katabi niya? ba't siya kinakabahan? ano ba karapatan niya?" kazuha started rambling with slightly furrowed brows and a small pout. then he turned to you who was biting back a laugh, your expression making his own more pleasant. "ang cute mo mag-selos." you laughed, throwing your head back in amusement.

"'kala mo naman di siya nag-seselos kanina.." your boyfriend teased, pinching your cheeks softly. "hard to get ka daw.. eh ikaw nga unang umamin satin! tsaka ba't ako mag-seselos dun, sino ba siya?" you rolled your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "sige sabi mo eh." "putanginamo di nga 'yon selos!"

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[une-touille-en-vadrouille]

Mesdames et messieurs, aujourd'hui, je vous invite à visiter les chutes de Gocta avec moi !

Vous trouvez qu'elles sont loin sur cette photo ? Croyez moi, bien plus que vous ne l'imaginez ... Première étape de la journée : grimper au village de San Pablo.

Ce qui était censé être une promenade de santé (plus exactement, une sortie à dos de Tuk tuk) se transforme en première partie de randonnée, puisqu'à cause de travaux sur la route, la circulation est fermée pour aujourd'hui... On commence donc par 4km et 500m de dénivelé imprévus, bim ! Heureusement, la vue est superbe.

Une fois là haut, c'est parti pour la première cascade ! Et donc ... 6km et bien 500m de dénivelé en plus.

Sur le chemin, je croise une quantité de papillons astronomique, notamment un qui n'a pas compris que les couleurs se mettaient à l'intérieur normalement ! (Il est noir et bleu quand il ouvre les ailes) Je l'avais déjà vu avant, mais je n'avais pas réussi à le prendre en photo, je suis contente !

Arrivée donc à la première cascade, magnifique, je suis toujours impressionnée par la verdure qui peut les entourer ! Et pour l'instant, je n'ai croisé presque personne, je profite des pépiements d'oiseaux et des chants des cigales, et en bonus le soleil s'est caché donc il fait bon sans griller sur place comme une crevette à la plancha ❣️

Le temps passant mine de rien très vite, je redescends dans la vallée, pour remonter sur la seconde cascade. Au total, les deux cumulées font plus de 700m de haut quand même !

La descente est sacrément raide, je suis contente de ne pas avoir fait le circuit dans l'autre sens ... Et en bas, je commence à retrouver des gens (brrr)... Ce qui a l'avantage de permettre de faire des photos de Touille en entier hehe

A cause du contrejour, la cascade du bas (enfin, du bas, c'est trompeur, il a fallu remonter après avoir atteint le fleuve, bien sûr...) est impossible à prendre en photo, tant pis ! Vous voyez derrière moi que la roche fait des tout petits plis très fins, on dirait presque les pages d'un livre, c'est assez impressionnant.

Puis c'est l'heure de rentrer, mes jambes commencent à en avoir ras la coiffe, j'espère que ce sera à peu près plat... C'est beau l'espoir, toute la fin (5km quand même) ou presque est en grimpette ! On sort petit à petit des arbres, la vue se dégage, et j'ai une très belle luminosité pour finir le dernier kilomètre 🥰

En résumé, une journée absolument magnifique, je suis enchantée , mais j'ai fait plus de 20km et je crois plus de 1500m de dénivelé (ça me paraît beaucoup, j'ai l'impression d'avoir avalé ça trop "facilement", mais c'est ce que disent les relevés topo...), je suis un peu sur les rotules !! Je vois quand même bien la différence entre il y a six mois et aujourd'hui 🥰

[aaftdigitalmarketing]

Budget-Friendly Digital Marketing Certificates in Noida: What You Need to Know

Are you a college student, a fresh graduate, or someone looking to switch careers? Well, digital marketing is a hot field right now. From Instagram ads to YouTube campaigns, brands are hiring people who understand the online world. And you just need a degree to get started with your dreams.

Why Digital Marketing Is a Smart Choice

Because it's everywhere!

Companies from small start-ups to big brands need people who know how to sell online. Whether to create an Instagram reel, run Facebook ads, or rank on Google, every business needs digital skills.

And since most of us already spend hours on social media, why not learn how to use it smartly and earn money from it?

Why Noida Is a Great Place to Learn Digital Marketing

Noida is one of India’s growing tech and education hubs. It’s filled with startups, IT companies, and creative agencies. That means you’re not only learning in classrooms—you’re close to real jobs and internships too.

Also, digital marketing courses in Noida are usually more affordable than in cities like Mumbai or Bangalore. You get value without the big-city cost.

What to Expect in a Digital Marketing Course

A good digital marketing course should teach you the following:

Social media marketing (Instagram, Facebook, LinkedIn)

Google Ads & Search Engine Marketing (SEM)

Search Engine Optimization (SEO)

Email Marketing

Influencer Marketing

Content Creation and Strategy

Web Analytics (Google Analytics, Meta Insights)

WordPress & Blogging

The idea is to turn you from a casual user into a skilled digital marketer.

Some even offer short-live projects and portfolio-building assignments, so you leave with real work to show off!

Top Budget-Friendly Schools of Digital Marketing in Noida

Here are some affordable options for young learners:

1. AAFT – School of Digital Marketing

One of the best digital marketing schools in Noida, AAFT offers industry-focused training. Their courses are designed for students who want both theory and hands-on experience. Whether you choose a diploma or a full-time program, you get access to expert mentors and real campaign work.

Course Format: Diploma, Advanced Certificate, or Degree

Highlights: Industry exposure, media campus, placement assistance

Fees: Budget-friendly with value-added extras like internships and software tools

2. DSIM – Delhi School of Internet Marketing (Noida Branch)

DSIM offers short-term certificate courses ideal for college students and early professionals.

Course Format: Online + Offline Hybrid

Highlights: Digital tools, practical tasks

Fees: Affordable packages with EMI options

3. IIDE Online (For comparison)

While based in Mumbai, IIDE offers live online training that many students enroll in. It’s slightly more expensive but comes with a good reputation.

Budget-Saving Tips While Choosing a Course

Look for Scholarships or Student Discounts Some institutes offer special discounts for students. Always ask!

Check What’s Included in the Fee Do you get access to tools like Canva, Google Ads, or SEMrush? If yes, that's a bonus.

Compare Course Durations Short 3-month courses might be enough to get started. You can always upgrade later.

Internship Opportunities Choose a course that offers internships. Experience matters as much as the certificate.

Who Should Take These Courses?

Students (BA, B.Com, BBA, etc.) looking for an in-demand skill.

Creators and influencers wanting to grow online

Anyone interested in advertising, branding, or media

You don’t need a tech background. If you’re curious and creative, you’re ready to start.

Career Options After a Digital Marketing Course

After your certificate, here are a few jobs you can explore:

Social Media Manager

SEO Specialist

Google Ads Expert

Content Creator

Email Marketing Executive

Digital Campaign Planner

Influencer Marketing Coordinator

Junior Digital Marketing Analyst

Most of these roles offer flexible work options and remote job chances too. And salaries grow fast with performance and skill.

What AAFT Offers in Its Digital Marketing Courses

If you’re still wondering where to apply, here’s a quick look at why AAFT's School of Digital Marketing is a great option:

Hands-on learning: You’ll work on real-world assignments and tools.

Expert Faculty: Learn from professionals who’ve worked with real brands.

Industry Mentorship: Attend masterclasses, workshops, and meet-ups.

Modern Curriculum: Aligned with global platforms like Google, Meta, and HubSpot.

Portfolio Building: Create work that you can show recruiters and clients.

Job Ready Skills: By the end of the course, you’ll be ready for entry-level jobs or freelancing.

Final Thoughts

If you want a career that's creative, flexible, and future-proof, digital marketing is it. And the best part? You don’t need to spend a fortune to start. Noida is full of great options that mix affordability with quality education. Just choose the right school, stay curious, and build your skills. Your digital journey starts now!