#bonding over research and discussing the thing for hours (and then making out)

[headcanonthings]

Scott: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is— Stiles: Cenotaph. Scott: What? Derek: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honoring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph. Scott:I'm… not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own. Stiles: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and re-interred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing. Scott: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish. Derek, shrugging: So it's a temporary cenotaph. Scott: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity. Stiles, nodding: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Future Family

Modern Au

Ceo! Itachi X Pregnant Wife! Reader

Itachi sat in his home office, sorting through some emails as he prepared to let his younger brother take care of their family company while Itachi himself took parental leave. His wife was pregnant and getting close to her due date, Itachi being the man he was couldn't bring himself to leave her alone in this last month and a half. He had also planned to help her during the first 3 months after their kids were born and his mom was gonna check on and help her until things had settled down; all the books he had read to prepare for the pregnancy, birth and newborn care had ultimately put the fear of God in him. Currently his wife was relaxing on the couch in his office, laid comfortably on her side and napping as Itachi took care of business. Every so often he would stop to watch her, they had been married for 5 years now and she just looked absolutely beautiful to him in this state. Knowing that he was the reason her belly was so round, that it was children of their making that was living within her body. It sometimes felt like a dream, some nights he would wake up and spend up to half an hour with his hands on her belly just to come to terms with the fact that this was real. They were gonna be parents, he was going to be a father. They had already done a gender reveal a few months back, the pair was expecting twin boys. Itachi wasn't super into the gender fad; he just wanted a healthy baby he didn't care if it was a boy or girl.

But learning it would be twins? Now that got him excited. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but he was ready to do whatever he had to in order to keep his family happy and cared for. Itachi had already had the room next to theirs made into a nursery, he even had a door added so that they could go from their room to the nursery quicker than just going around. They had agreed on gender neutral colors for the room, going with a nice smokey lavender with grey and white accents. They didn't want to pressure their kids and after doing some research on twins, both he and his wife decided it would be for the best to not make that their whole identity. Like if they ended up liking the same things, the parents wouldn't object. But they planned to let the kids lead on who they wanted to be and the things they liked, as there were several blogs of twins who felt they were forced to share an identity.

Itachi had set his papers down to observe his sleeping wife fully, somehow it had felt like this pregnancy had flown by and he was grateful for the videos they had made together through her pregnancy. It seemed like just yesterday that his wife came to him in the kitchen with a positive test in hand and a smile on her face, they had been trying for a few weeks and testing every few days, so this pregnancy was very planned and desired. Silently he moved to stand, soft steps approaching her before he knelt down to brush her hair out of her face. His hand moved to rest in her side, gently stroking along her ribs as he watched her sleep peacefully. Sleep had been hard to come by these last few months, the infants had been active and kicking at her insides more as they approached the birth date and it had made it hard on her to get and stay comfortable much less sleep for extended periods. Leaning in he pressed a kiss to her forehead, hand gently stroking over her belly as he took this moment to enjoy his break and bask in this feeling of love that almost overwhelmed him. Itachi was a family man, he adored his younger brother and was quite close with his mother.

He still remembers his family's excitement when they announced the pregnancy over dinner with them, his brother had almost choked on his food and his mother had engulfed him in a hug before his father could even stand. Every now and then his wife and mother would spend a day together bonding over the pregnancy and doing crafts, while he has a drink with his father to discuss the company and work life balance. Fugaku was a traditional man, but when Itachi explained his desire to be there for his family and place a boundary with work and home life the older man had been quite understanding. His father had opened up about his regrets with how he raised them, of course Fugaku wanted to ensure the honor of the company name and make sure it was there for Itachi whenever he had been old enough to take over but there were events he missed, and he'd spend the days thinking about it while doing paperwork. How he'd take his breaks, wondering how these events were going for his sons and hoping his wife remembered to record for him.

This had soothed Itachi's anxiety, knowing he had his father's support for his choice had made him feel heard and firm in his decision. He would be there for his sons; he'd make sure they were well cared for but wouldn't risk missing out on their big events for the sake of luxury. He slowly stood, glancing back at his desk he decided it was late enough. So carefully he lifted his sleeping wife, using his elbow to turn off the office lights as he walked down the hallway to their shared room. Her hands had gripped the front of his shirt, nuzzling him with a sleepy hum before settling once again. Itachi pressed his lips to the top of her head, walking her to their bed and laying her down as he gently pried her fingers from his shirt so he could change into his night pants. He grabbed his pjs, slipping into the master bathroom to brush his teeth and hair before getting changed. He was careful when sliding into his side of the bed behind her, wrapping a singular muscular arm around her side and letting his hand rest on her swollen stomach. His chest was pressed to her back, he was holding her close as his body curled against her own soft form. Soon there would 2 more little bodies lying with them, and he would hold them just as lovingly as he does their mother. These 3 would be his entire world, he was counting down the day til their birth as if it was a gift for his own.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Jude & Moon Travel - Follow Up PV Thoughts on the Pocket Watch & Big Ben

The 10:10 on Jude's pocket watch kept bothering me, and although the animation of of Big Ben in his PV is recycled from other PVs, it is very prominently pointing to 12 o'clock. Seeing as the moon is and the clocktower are heavily implied as route hints, I decided to read the book, "From the Earth to the Moon," by Jules Verne. There are no spoilers really, but just in case. This isn't that lengthy. And this is just for fun.

This book is the one that Jude refers to in his bond stories, "Hobbies", and "Moonlit Night".

In "Hobbies", Jude says that he's going to make Ellis look into every author on the papers Jude was looking into that discussed moon travel. "Physics, engineering, astronomy.....", Jude goes on to say that he is going to nab all the good researchers before others can. He goes as far as chiding the author of the book for spouting nonsense like it's something that could be accomplished.

In "Moonlit Night," Jude mentions that the book is telling the truth in that it would take 11 kilometers per second to make it to the moon.

So, what does that have to do with the actual book, his PV, and are there any other tidbits we can pick up on Jude from this?

A quick summary of the Book: It's just after the American Civil War, and a group of guys with too much time on their hands are basically complaining because they have nothing to do. However, Impey Barbicane enters the picture and says, 'Bros, let's go to the moon.' Barbicane then sets out with his friends to design and build a cannon that will shoot a hollow-shelled bullet to the moon.

Quick Thoughts: This book, while it's science and calculations are outdated, is very thoroughly researched. There's so many algebraic calculations, mentions of books, papers, and scrolls all the way from the B.C.E to C.E. that it's no wonder Jude read it and took a thorough interest in it. Jude likes scientific explanations after all (HW epilogue). If you're into sci-fi or astronomy, this is a very good book to read. The most important feature about this book is: TIME. Timing is EVERYTHING, down to the seconds.

If you want to read the book yourself online, you can read it here.

Hints/Potential Basis to Jude lore-

Impey Barbicane: I laughed when I learned that after being the director of artillery (in which he was an inventor), Barbicane made a large fortune as a wood merchant. He's described as being calm, cold, austere, of a serious and self-contained demeanor, not chivalrous, of immovable character and last but not least......punctual as a chronometer. He is also highly intelligent.

Six Questions: In the book, Barbicane writes a letter of six questions regarding moon travel to the Observatory of Cambridge in Massachusetts. I won't write what they are, but in time he gets a response from them with six answers. Most notably, here is what we need to know for Jude:

The cannon must be shot at a very specific time, when the zenith and the perigee align at the most opportune moment. Basically, this is when the moon is the closest to the earth. This will allow for the greatest chance of a successful landing.

The Observatory then tells the protag that in one year's time (on December 1st), the moon will be closest to the earth, and this is their best shot. If they miss this opportunity, then they'd need to wait another 18 years and 11 days after this.

The launch should take place exactly at 10 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds on December 1st.

The crew should reach their destination precisely at midnight on December 4th.

Funding and Manual Labor: They even did the math of how much it would take to build and the cost was well over the millions in USD. To which, Barbicane said not to worry, and then proceeded to obtain the money. The labor was intense as a giant hole had to be dug into the ground for the launch space, amongst other things. It's a lot.....the building of the shell alone would cost about 2,035 pounds in Victorian times, which is equivalent to 327,712.76 pounds today, or $425,242.02.

PV Correlations: After I read the book I got super excited, because this means that the 12 o'clock hour on Big Ben, is probably referring to the 12 o'clock hour that Jude is supposed to land on the moon.

Additionally, the fact that Barbicane is a punctual chronometer says a lot about his pocket watch. It's not a normal pocket watch, but one that has a built in chronograph. Essentially, these are an extra built in complication (or feature) that can measure time, distance and speed. All of which are essential. It can come with up to three chronometers.

What does that mean for Jude's PV? After I researched all this, and reviewed the PV again, Jude's pocket watch has a chronograph/chronometer on it. Additionally, the watch is at 10:10, and I know some of us were wondering if that specific time held any significance. Well, perhaps (though the hands aren't shown to be moving), the minutes hand is making it's way down to the 46th minute of 10 o'clock....to the 40th second of that minute.

Time is running out. IF (and that's a big IF), Jude is truly using Verne's book as a guide, he may be in a race against time to launch his "cannon" into space as the moon and earth are reaching it's zenith, at exactly 10:46 at 40 seconds. Otherwise, he may have to wait a very long time to reach it again.

It's just another theory and it doesn't discredit any others in anyway. I think time will play a part in his route in several ways, but I think it's important to note, especially with the IkeVil LINE icon changing to a clock face AND, one of the LINE questions that Jude asks you is from Moonlit Night....about the 11 km per second (which is the distance it takes from the book of 12,000 yd per sec), to get to the moon.

That's all.

[wendichester]

𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა @multiversefanfics ☆ sam winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where virgo, libra, capricorn meets taurus, virgo*, capricorn. ⟡˙⋆

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐

ꔛ. meeting each other,

✧ what’s the most likely way for you two to meet?

with your virgo sun and libra ascendant, you’re the type to notice patterns others miss—probably while working some research-heavy job (librarian, archivist, or even a journalist). sam, with his taurus sun and virgo rising, would be drawn to your meticulous nature when he’s digging into a case. the most likely scenario? you’re both poring over the same ancient text in a university library or small-town records office, and he’s impressed by how quickly you connect the dots. your capricorn moon means you don’t scare easily, so when he drops some supernatural truth bomb, you just nod and say, "i had a feeling."

✧ are you a hunter or a civilian?

you’re not a hunter, but you’re not exactly civilian either—your virgo mercury and leo mars make you too curious and bold to stay out of things. sam would find you researching a local myth (maybe something tied to your neptune in capricorn interest in history), and when he realizes you’ve already uncovered half the lore, he’d reluctantly team up. the vibe? "you’re annoyingly competent, so i guess you’re helping now."

✧ what’s his first impression of you?

sam’s virgo rising means he notices details, and your libra ascendant makes you charmingly analytical. he’d peg you as smart but cautious—until your leo mercury comes out with some sharp observation that surprises him. his capricorn moon would appreciate your no-nonsense capricorn moon, but your leo venus might throw him off at first ("why are you so... intense?"). overall, he’d think you’re a useful ally—if a little hard to read.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

✧ how would the friendship be like?

steady, intellectual, and low-key supportive. your virgo sun and his taurus sun make you both grounded, while your capricorn moons mean you understand each other’s work ethic. you’d bond over research, coffee, and the occasional dry joke. his gemini venus keeps things light, while your leo venus adds some dramatic flair to his life.

✧ how would it begin?

after that first research session, he’d "accidentally" leave you his number. next thing you know, you’re his go-to lore expert, getting late-night calls about obscure latin translations. your leo mars loves the excitement, and his taurus mars appreciates your reliability.

✧ quirks and fun things about it:

✶ debates for days: your leo mercury loves to argue, and his taurus mercury loves to be right. expect hours-long discussions about everything from mythology to ethics. ✶ mutual stubbornness: you’re both fixed signs, so when you disagree, it’s a standoff (but you’ll always make up over pie). ✶ quiet support: you don’t need to talk about feelings—your capricorn moons just show up when it matters.

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

✧ are you compatible? is there a chance for friendship to develop into more?

yes, but slowly. your leo venus wants grand gestures, and his gemini venus prefers lighthearted flirting. but your capricorn moons create a deep, unspoken bond that could turn into something real—if you’re both patient.

✧ what type of relationship would it be?

a slow burn. think years of tension before either of you admits anything. when it happens, it’s stable but passionate—your leo mars keeps things exciting, and his taurus mars keeps you grounded.

✧ what are your love languages according to the charts?

✶ yours (leo venus): words of affirmation, physical touch. you show love through loyalty, praise, and protectiveness. ✶ his (gemini venus): acts of service, quality time. he shows love by teaching you things, making you laugh, and sharing his passions.

ꔛ. scenario, ₊˚⊹౨ general ৎ ₊˚⊹

✶ meeting: you’re translating a cursed manuscript when sam walks in, skeptical—until you correct his latin. ✶ friends: you become his research partner, with inside jokes about how dean never reads the lore. ✶ lovers: it starts with a late-night confession after a hunt, because your capricorn moons finally crack under the tension. ✶ arguments: you hate when he withholds info, he hates when you take risks—but you always fix it over coffee.

ꔛ. overall, score : 8.5 / 10

you and sam are the slow-burn power couple of the supernatural world. as friends, you’re unshakable. as lovers? quietly iconic. just don’t expect flowers and sonnets—this is pie and research dates all the way.

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* since the birth time of sam hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a virgo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.

[mrs-pondwater19]

Helloo Ash!! 🌷🥰💕

Here's some self ship questions for any fo(s) of your choosing!! 🙂‍↕️☕🌷🎍

1. Where and how did you two meet? Was it love at first sight, or more of a slow burn for you two?

2. Would you rather go for a moonlit walk along the beach or have a night under the stars in the mountains? Describe what that looks like for you two.

3. List three songs that describe your relationship.

4. If you and your fo(s) were animals, what would you be and why? Feel free to provide visuals if you want!

5. What colors/scents/moods or aesthetics remind you of your fo and your relationship? What's your vibes/essence as a couple? Feel free to be as descriptive or vague as you want!

Oh my Goodness Hey Jelly💕

First of all I want to say I love your works and your blog as a whole. You're super super talented and the amount of positivity you spread is so inspiring 🌻🥰🌻

I've been on a mad Sam Winchester fixation right now. He's just such a sweetie and I just wanna take away all his trauma and treat him so well because he deserves it.

P.S: I'm sorry for the delay and how long it is. I've just had these scenarios swirling around in my head for so long and I had to get them down. Not to mention a little yapper. Love you ❣️

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1.)- We'd definitely meet through Bobby Singer. Not because I was a hunter. It was more so because I was one of the few people who would check in on Bobby. I'd go visit him just to keep him company, make sure he was fed, and help him out around his property. Learn the ins- and-outs of hunting. Its very much a grandfather/granddaughter dynamic.

When Sam and I first met it wasn't love at first sight. But there was be some initial interest for sure.

It was a very slow to start, simple 'hello's' and small talk while I made my rounds at Bobby's. I was super shy and anxious around Sam in the beginning, being slightly intimidated by how attractive and sweet he was. And he definitely picked up on it, finding it amusing at how open and talkative I'd be with Dean and Bobby. But the second I was with him it was like the flip of a switch. How I got all quiet, anxious, and tongue tied. Always trying my best not to look like a nervous, blushing wreck, but he never called me out or picked on me for it. He just gave me the space and time I needed to let things flow naturally. To let me open up at my own pace.

The more times the boys came to visit, the more comfortable I got around him. And eventually started to be more open and approachable with him. Inviting him to take some afternoon walks with me around Bobby's property if he was up for it. Asking if he wanted help setting up for hunts, which he'd let me, despite me not really knowing what I was doing. Actively seeking him out late at night when he was researching in the bunker, asking him if he wanted to come up for a cup of tea or coffee.

The late nights were when we really started to bond. When it was just the two of us sitting at the table, talking for hours and hours over multiple cups of coffee. When there weren't any distractions. That's when we really clicked. We could talk about anything to each other, be vulnerable with one another. Discuss and share things we buried deep within ourselves, things that we didn't really share with anyone else. It was during those moments we really began to understand each other. To appreciate one another as people with all our flaws and mistakes.

To really see each other.

Whenever he'd come back to Bobby's after his and Dean's hunts. The sparks always seemed to intensify. The lingering looks of affection, the deep, gentle embraces, and time spent together. And when he wasn't around, he always made sure to call at least once every week or two. Talking about the cases he'd been on, asking me about my day, sometimes calling to say he just wanted to make sure I was ok. Wishing I was there with him and that he and Dean couldn't wait to get back. I couldn't even count the time I almost let an 'I love you' slip at the end of those calls.

It all got to a point where it wasn't even a secret anymore. It was like we both instinctively knew how we felt, but neither of us wanted to say it. So Dean and Bobby did. Telling us we just needed to get on with it and stop dancing around each other. To act on how we felt, even if it was unconventional and against the odds. And maybe it was. But we didn't care knowing we had each other, and that there wasn't any reason to hide how we felt any more.

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2.)- Definitely a night under the stars in the mountains. If Bobby would allow it, he'd let the boys and I take off into the black mountains for a day or two just to have a break from all the monster hunting and demon slaying. These nights usually entail sitting on the hood of the Impala while Dean is asleep. Watching the stars and sharing a beer all while cozied up with one another. I'd probably be in one of his old flannels or Carhartt jackets, cause he'd fuss about me staying warm. Making sure I was as comfortable as possible.

We'd talk some, maybe about astrology, maybe about what our lives would be like if we hadn't met each other, maybe even about running away. But a lot of it would just be comforting silence. Relishing in each other's company. Taking the time to just be. To share that deep connection of companionship.

I'd make sure he felt safe and loved in those quiet moments between us. Knowing all the trauma he'd experienced in the past, knowing the life he led wasn't the most tender and caring. I'd want him to know that I was there for him. That I wasn't going to reprimand him for all his last mistakes. That he wasn't alone. Not while I was in the picture anyways.

In those tender moments together, knowing that we supported and genuinely cared about each other. It would spark a lustful streak in Sam. Considering he hadn't experienced real, true love since Jess. We'd let things lead to more sinful, pleasurable activities, because why wouldn't we? But we'd find a secluded place for that first. We wouldn't want to mentally scar Dean with the image of his brother and I fucking on his most prized possession.

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3.)- Songs that describe our relationship:

Skin and Bones - ORKID

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Nightcall - Kavinsky

There's No Way - Lauv, Julia Michaels

YAD - Vanna Rainelle

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4.)- Sam would be a moose for obvious reasons. With how big and tall he is, he's the human version of a moose both in stature and personality. Gentle and kind, but also strong and firm when necessary. He's just a cute, sweet moose <3

I feel I would be a rabbit ngl. Not because of the sexual innuendo. I just feel I connect with the personality traits associated with rabbits. Shy, skiddish, anxious at first, but very affectionate and friendly once I'm comfortable with someone. Having that sense of tenderness, but the ability to be cunning with those I don't like or trust.

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5.)- Colors and Aesthetics:

There would be a lot of forest greens, lavender purples, dusty browns, and foggy/haunting greys. Maybe a few splashes of golden yellows and denim blues. Very much dark haunted forest meets a bouquet of wildflowers vibe. Scents include white pine, wet moss, black tea, lavender, vanilla and sandalwood. Here's a moodboard to kinda give you a better idea <3

The vibes/essence of the relationship is very soft, tender, and domestic. Quiet evenings of me helping Sam study lore and researching for cases. Sam watching me paint or helping me dye my hair over midnight coffee. Slow, passionate love making and hand written love notes before he leaves for hunts. Here's another moodboard <3

Thank you so much for your ask. Hope you have a wonderful day Hun 🪻🌲❤️🌲🪻

[wingzie]

Behind the Screen

The Beginning

On 20th September 2020 I posted my first ever Live Reactions on GCF in Tokyo. I was very nervous. In a world full of so much hate, would my attempt to go back in time to reminisce together and spread positivity be accepted? I wasn’t so sure. My idea behind the very concept of Live Reactions was because I was sick of so many fights about GCF in Tokyo. I wanted to show the true loving reactions to these moments, without all the drama that ends up going around in a vicious cycle. Thus, I started doing some research.

After I finished advanced searching on various social media platforms, I got ready to make the thread. I found myself quickly enjoying looking through old posts. It was fun and I think that’s a big part of why I am still making these now, nearly three years later. Plus the support. Once the thread was made, I posted it and actually hid my phone. I came back to it about an hour later and was very surprised to see such a huge response to it. At the time, it was one of my most popular posts and instantly there was a desire for more. 

I decided to throw myself into it.  If people wanted more, then I was happy to help with that! Especially when it was making so many people happy. I made a new Google Drive account and a spreadsheet to go with it, so that I could keep track of which Jikook moments I had already done or not. Over time, I would start formatting my posts properly and understand how the advanced search function worked on Twitter. I am a History and English major, so being accurate is very important to me. This gave birth to my second style of posts: Discussion and timeline threads. The Unexpected

Though these threads are well received and made with a lot of love, there was a dark side to this that I have never really spoken about before. The jikooker hierarchy is a strange one and is one that I try to ignore, but with that comes consequences and a certain isolation. A group of jikookers did not like that my account had apparently grown from out of nowhere and started spreading rumours about me, my posts and my identity. This hurt because I had never spoken to these people before. I would love it if we actually conversed, because I enjoy talking to people and I like to think that I am a pleasant person. But they were not interested and instead they continued to try and tarnish my name. I decided to come out to my closest friends and just continued what I was always doing.

I mostly ignored the bullying and it soon stopped once they realised that I was really not interested in the drama. I never have been and never will. After all, that was the main reason I started this journey of making threads. To try and counter the hate and drama, I just never expected it from my own side. It made me more determined than ever and I also made a promise to myself, to make sure others NEVER experienced what I did. A good friend of mine recently revealed that I was one of the only ones that would reply to their curious messages about Jikook. I feel like this is also something important: How we are seen from the outside. We want Jikook to be recognized for their bond and their talent. But how can we do that if all we do is fight or act better than others? I will always be here to talk or help others, it’s just in my nature to do so.

The Present and The Future

In the last few months or so my life has changed dramatically, in real life and also online. I have lost family members, got a new job and I am currently on carers leave. I decided to bring my laptop in the hope that I could work on some posts whilst everything was happening. I have (somehow) managed to find a balance between both and now have a loose schedule that I try to follow. I also try to not pressure myself whenever there is a new Jikook moment to instantly start working on it. I used to get really stressed, but now I am much better. One thing, however, is making this whole process rather difficult. Twitter. Or “X” as it’s now called. I can no longer just work on a post whenever I want to, I have to be time conscious. I currently have four accounts and have to rotate between them. Last night Jungkook went on We-live, with Jimin active in the comments. Jikookory happened. It was around 2am my time, but I’m still struggling to sleep in case I am needed. I decided to work on getting screenshots and it was hard. The search function does not work as well as it used to and my timeline is messed up on my backup accounts. There’s probably a case study that can be done here, but I just really wanted to work on a post without being restricted. I continued though, determined to show what others see. Sometimes we’re only aware of what is is happening in our own circles and not what is going on around us. Those that are in personal spaces with me know my deep frustration with all of this. On my Birthday, my main account got double limited and then my second account got locked. It was not fun. However, I refuse to give up. I have already completed my scheduled posts for August and September and am (very slowly) working on posts ready for November and December. Assuming that “X” is still around then. If not, I’ll post elsewhere or here. And for those asking why I haven’t been posting on here, my account seems to be bugged and won’t let me post links or videos in text posts for some reason. No idea why. Guess I don’t have much luck with social media platforms. With the way things are right now, this is a promise. I will continue to keep doing what I have been doing over all these years. It might be harder but I still have that same goal that I’ve always had: To spread postivity and appreciation for Jikook for all in a safe environment. Love you all.

[milkyplier]

for the WIP thing, I want to know more about Amber. I love Ninjago

I have two complete snippets for this! Let me give you the emotionally devastating one XD

TW: discussions of murder/flashbacks, I think?

Disclaimer: I know nothing about babies, so if anything regarding Amber is wrong…gloss over it 💀 I don’t need it to be really accurate, this is supposed to be for fun so I don’t wanna have to worry about research or anything XD

Kai almost doesn’t go home. The others don’t know about Amber. He isn’t looking forward to having to give them the explanation when he arrives home so late with Amber in tow. He feels torn apart, his anger squashed only by the unbearable grief in his chest, and that is only held back by Amber. She needs him. She’d been in the closet for who knows how long. She cried herself out an hour ago, but she needs food and she needs a bath and a new diaper.

Of which Kai only has what he’d had the foresight to stuff in a bag before leaving the crime scene. He’s going to need more. And there’s no crib on the Destiny’s bounty, nor any toys or clothes or anything at all that Amber needs.

He walks home. He would run, to get Amber taken care of as fast as possible, but he doesn’t want to disturb her.

It feels like it takes forever to get to the Bounty. When he finally does, the whole ship is so quiet he thinks (to some degree of relief) everyone has gone to sleep, but as he is passing through the living room to get to his bedroom, the lights flick on, blinding him.

“Where have you been? It’s one in the morning, Kai, we’ve been worried—“

Nya’s rant gets cut off when she sees the baby cradled in Kai’s arms.

“Kai, did you steal a baby?!” She demands.

“No!” He snaps. “I didn’t steal—why on earth would you think I’d steal a baby?!”

“I don’t know! You’ve done stupid things before!”

“Maybe, but I never—“

A choked sob from Amber silences him and all his anger fizzles out. He turns to her, adjusting her in his arms and bouncing her a little bit.

“No, no, don’t cry,” he coos into her hair, “it’s okay. I know, you’re hungry and you need a new diaper, and you miss mommy, I know. It’s okay, I’m here.”

Whatever she was upset about, Kai’s reassurances are enough to stall them and lull her back to sleep. Kai sighs in relief, and then glares back at Nya. Her anger is gone too, replaced by shock, confusion, sympathy.

“Is she your—“ she starts to say.

“Yes.” Kai cuts her off. A little voice tells him to clarify she’s not his biological daughter, just his daughter by every other right, but he ignores it. “She’s my daughter. Happy?”

Nya doesn’t respond.

“Skyler’s her mom.” Was. Skyler was her mom.

He feels tears pricking at his eyes, and

“Goodnight, Nya,” he says shortly, and strides down the hall. He enters his room and slides his door shut too harshly. The snap it makes upsets Amber, and she cries out anew.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he soothes her hastily. “I’m sorry, I was upset.”

She is not so easily reassured this time; and Kai tries to suffocate his rising panic as her cries grow louder. The others seemed to have been asleep, a baby crying will undoubtedly wake them.

“No, shhh, please,” he begs her, “please, shhh. Shhhh, I’m sorry, it’s okay.”

He bounces her against, and when that shows no signs of working, casts his eyes around the room for something to distract her. Before he can pick anything up, the door slides open.

“Kai, what—?” Cole’s groggy voice starts to ask.

“Nothing!” Kai says. “Nothing, just go back to bed.”

“Is that a baby?”

Amber, unsatisfied with any of Kai’s attempts to soothe her, begins to cry louder. The noise pulses in his hears to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

My heartbeat. Can she feel that? Could she feel that? Would it help?

He briefly lays her down flat on the bed—which brings her cries up another notch—and strips out his gi, and then his shirt. He unbuttons Amber’s nightgown, too. Skyler said skin-to-skin was a bonding thing parents and babies could do. He picks her up again and positions her on his chest, her skin soft against his own. He starts to rock in place, continuing to whisper reassurances to her until finally her sobs die out, maybe out of exhaustion, maybe because she really is comforted, and falls asleep. Kai would sigh again, if he weren’t afraid it would disturb her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his door wide open and Cole, Jay, Zane, Nya, Lloyd, and Master Wu all gathered in the doorway as much as they can. They’re all staring at him, in some degrees of shock. Only Master Wu has any kind of poker face, but Kai still sees the surprise behind his eyes.

For several minutes, no one says anything, before finally Kai can’t help by exhale heavily.

“She’s tired. She’s hungry. She needs a bath.” He looks at them all, drawn thin. “Let me get her settled, and then we’ll talk.”

* * *

An hour later, Amber is in much better condition than Kai. He’d fed her, cleaned her, and changed her, and now he’s lying on the couch in the living room, Amber sprawled on his chest and fast asleep.

The rest of the team has settled around the living room, patiently waiting for him to start talking. He knows they’ll wait however long he needs them to, but he also knows they’re wide awake and ready to listen. He only waits a few more minutes before he begins.

“You remember about a year ago, me and Skyler got into this huge fight?”

He hears them all nod.

“Skyler…slept with some guy the next day. Her ex-boyfriend. She told me about it a month later, because she was pregnant with his baby.”

He brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. His head throbs.

“I forgave her, it was my fault. I mean, it was her choice, but…you get it. I forgave her, and I offered to help her raise the baby. The day Amber was born, she told the all the doctors and nurses that I was the father, so it’s on Amber’s birth certificate.“

Kai takes a shuddering breath.

“I guess you probably noticed a slight increase in how much time I was spending with Skyler. My every free moment. No arcade, no movie nights, no lazy days. It was all for Amber. And it’s been like that, for three months, but…”

An image flashes behind his eyes—Skyler, sprawled on the floor, eyes wide and unseeing, blood everywhere. He blinks hard and this time, the breath doesn’t feel like it helps.

“She’s dead.” He doesn’t know how else to say it, aside from bluntly. “She’s dead. Skyler’s dead. I went to see her tonight, after patrol ended, and I found her on the floor. Signs of a struggle around her apartment. Blood…she was dead. Beaten to death. And Amber…hidden in the closet.”

He swallows, eyes burning. “She’s…she’s dead.”

He feels like he’s suffocating. Amber is suddenly a leaden weight on his chest, keeping him from breathing. He sits up, holding her so she isn’t technically moved from her place but the weight is not so bad.

“She’s dead,” he gasps. “She’s—she’s dead, and I…I don’t—I don’t know—“

Arms wrap around him, gently, so as not to crush Amber. Selfishly, Kai wants to put her down so he can receive the hug properly.

“I’m so sorry, Kai.” Nya whispers. “I had no idea, I’m so sorry.”

Rather than making him feel better, it makes him feel worse. He tries to reel himself in, but his choking, ragged breathes are difficult to wrangle, and Kai worries he’ll disturb Amber.

As he thinks it, someone plucks Amber from his arms. He stands, beginning to protest, but it is Wu who now cradles Amber and Wu who silences his argument.

“No, Kai.” He says softly. “Calm yourself, first. She knows how you feel.”

Kai nods, feeling ashamed, although he knows that was not what Wu intended. He sits back onto the couch, dropping his head in his hands.

Skyler, sprawled on the floor, eyes wide and unseeing, blood everywhere. Her face is cut and swollen, almost unrecognizable if not for her red hair and green eyes. Skyler, who he loved. Skyler, lying there—

He stands up again, eyes wide open, and begins to pace. He suddenly wants Amber back, suddenly misses her familiar weight. He looks at his daughter, snuggled peacefully in Wu’s careful arms. She has red hair.

Skyler’s red hair.

A sob rips past his lips, and the rest are quick to follow, too quick for Kai to stop them. Part of him feels ashamed; he’s cried very few times in front of the team, fewer times even than Cole. He’s prided himself on that, on his stoicism, on his ability to remain at least seemingly unaffected outwardly by anything. On his ability to seem strong. Now, he feels weak. He knows he’s weak. The weakest man on earth. Hell, he’s not even a man, he’s just 17. A boy. 17, weak, and a single father to a daughter that isn’t really his.

The weakest boy in the world.

He doesn’t know when he ends up on his knees, sobbing into his palms as Cole rubs slow circles into his back. He cries and he cries and he cries until his throat is raw and his face is sticky and hot with tears. He sits back, exhausted and miserable. Nya is next to him, one arm around his shoulders. The others are nearby, clearly wishing they could express their sympathy but feeling as if there’s no room.

“It’s late. Or early, I should say. It would do us all—especially you, Kai—good to get some rest, and then have a good meal in the morning.”

No one replies, but Kai knows everyone agrees.

He stands up, refusing any help, and takes Amber from Wu. He walks down the hall to his room, and the door slides shut with a final, soft, click.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

👫 but any verse of your picking ... and for robibi and abel

✧ ━━ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 "👫" 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽 𝙰. 𝙱𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙴 ; 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

A FIENDISH FEAST ━ We briefly discussed this, but I do think that Evelynn would continue to stalk around Robin even throughout the events of Arcane, simply because he exists in such a state of mental destruction that its an easy meal for her. Robin's relationships don't magically fix his issues, and he has so many issues with relying on others that he wouldnt want them to, and he continues to suffer throughout the series because of, not only, the universe's cold indifference towards him; but his own self induced misery. I think Eve is well aware that Robin will never heal on his own, and he would rather die alone than willingly let someone in and help him.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A HUMAN? ━ Jumping off of 1 because the idea has consumed me, we've always talked about how Evelynn discovers like ... the beginning of empathy/affection towards humans through Robin, and I still think that stands - however I think it gains even more traction in this verse since they spend even more time together now that Abel doesn't exist ( at least not in the same capacity ). I think Eve is going to learn a lot more about the human experience from Robin in terms of love, joy, grief, a bunch of the things she couldn't before due to their brief window together. Whether this speeds up her own growth, or makes her even more wary of people well ...

WORLD'S 1st AKALYNN SHIPPER? ━ Considering Robin's research material and Arcane going in whatever direction in the future, depending on how the timelines overlap I think it could be really fun if Robin brought Eve with him to Ionia, probably to study Flora but also please stop eating Zaunites. He'd see her and @kalijhomentethi getting cozy by the fire and be like "wow" but also 100% support it, wah I don't know its cute within all the pain.

WHERE ARE YOU? HOW COULD I MISS YOU? ━ I am a firm believer that the cup of life can be filled in various different ways, and I know that Robin grew attached to Evelynn's persistent stalkings. Whether it was knowing he still had a use to someone, or actually having someone to talk to and -- ok actually fuck it!! I was debating putting this because it is gross but I think its important! Robin hates himself. I don't think its a shock to anyone, and he is not mentally well at all when he bonds with Eve. There is a part of me that believes he would enjoy their bond partially ( at least at first ) because he has something worse to compare himself too. I think this would obviously shift over time, but in the beginning it would be such an easy thing for his damaged little brain to latch to; until he realizes he cares for her genuinely, and she for him. He'd feel awful about it later, naturally - because deep down there is love there. I briefly planned out what Robin experiences in the Hexgate Hell™ too, and shockingly, I know Eve was not present in any of them ... And yet, when he came back; oh - how he had missed her.

𝙰𝙱𝙴𝙻 ; 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

BFFLS - BEST FRENEMIES FOR LIFE ━ Ok now I can write about funny things. I genuinely believe Abel and Eve have this super complex camaraderie where they have this super big like ... man I don't even wanna say dislike?? They feel like the friends who shit on eachother 24/7 to the point where its concerning but as soon as you mention your concerns to them they'd scoff and laugh at you and call you stupid or something. Abel will tolerate a lot of Eve's shit and vice versa - def shit that they wouldn't from other people. Yet despite all of their constant bickering I do think they'd show up for the other in an hour of need. And then hold it over them for the rest of existence.

WEEKLY MEETINGS AKA. FAMILY DINNER ━ This is one of the most stupid, BEST ideas we've ever had Han it kills me everytime I think about it. Abel and Eve care about Robin a lot ( even if Abel doesnt really "get" it ), and the whole weekly family dinner thing is actually so sweet considering Robin had left his familial situation. They really do co-parent him together haha. But that being said, I think its like ... Thursday nights? Yeah. I have a running gag that Abel and Eve also do the "No no. I'm paying" "Well fuck you I've already called the restaurant" "well I CANCELLED YOUR CREDIT CARD" sort of thing that my old man likes to do. I think occasionally other people get invited, friends, lovers, maybe even sometimes work collegues if they're super pressed for time. Locations and level of fanciness changes weekly, but the food is always delicious because I know Abel scopes these places out.

TELEPATHY, ENGAGED. ━ These two are so old. SO OLD. They can 100% read eachother's emotions just by looking at eachother, like Abel doesn't even have a face 99% of the time but Eve can tell when he's like are you hearing this shit? I know Abel has actual telepathy to some extent and it is also very funny in my head to imagine them in this long ass meeting, both wanting to die, and Abel just whispers "You're making a face you know. Mr Neeks has already noiced." in her brain and she just kicks his foot and he just :) But yes I believe they can read eachother pretty well

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT ━ I like to think they spar occasionally to keep their skills up, and because they're both very primal creatures, makes sense that the best way for them to process difficult emotions through physical violence. It gives a safe outlet and plus I'm sure it's fun. They're pretty equal in power too, so it would be a WHILE.

[orlafilmblog]

The Beginning of The End...

It’s the start of 4th year! Oh my god!! I feel like I moved out of Bainfield last week!!!

I finished 3rd year with two things:

Exhaustion

A genuine love for directing

I have therefore spent the summer thinking about directing, watching videos about directing, reading about directing, and doing pretty much everything except actually directing a film. So roll on the grad films!

This year I am hoping to direct a project that is currently being written by the one and only Katie Cox. Her script is about a group of friends that are on holiday together when one male friend sexually assaults one of the female friends. Over the summer Katie and I have sent what I suspect to be hours of voice notes back and forth discussing the story and what we want the film to say. Now we are meeting in person at least once a week to further develop our film.

Through our discussions and my own observations, I have decided I am interested in exploring female loneliness. I find I am often watching films that deal with male loneliness (Fight Club, Drive, Joker, Taxi Driver to name a few very popular ones). I have found a lot of films discussing this are linked with violence (not to say all films about this matter are violent, for example, Her). Female loneliness in films tends to be more subtle and less dramatic, and ultimately, portrayed less.

As a matter of opinion (until I do a bit more research) I feel that women experience loneliness on a very different level to men. Growing up and living in a phallocentric society means there is an unearthed sense of being not enough and never quite fitting in. I find as a bisexual woman myself that I don’t feel that I fit into straight community or queer community. Due to this feeling of not fitting in, women make stronger and more meaningful bonds with their friends and hold these bonds to the highest importance. But what happens if these bonds are broken? What happens if the people a woman holds closest to her betray her? How would this further isolate someone who is already walking through life feeling a sense of unanswered loneliness?

This is what I aim to explore with my research. In Katie’s script, the main character is assaulted by someone she looks up to and values, and her other friends do not support her when she needs it. This leaves her alone. I am planning to watch films that deal with female loneliness to understand how other filmmakers have portrayed it. I also want to understand how different female characters react to being alone. In tandem with this I will watch films that deal with sexual assault, specifically the aftermath. I do not want to show the assault as I strongly believe this is never beneficial for the film. However, I am interested in how films then explain what has happened. I am concerned that the film could accidentally be ambiguous as to whether the main character has been assaulted or not. I do not want this at all, it should be certain what has happened. But how can I ensure this? I currently have an ever-growing list of films to watch which deal with female loneliness and assault. I intend to keep a diary of each one I watch in order to reference it later. On top of this, I will do a lot of reading into the psychological effects of assault and female loneliness. I also plan to speak to friends who are comfortable discussing their own experiences with me.

On a different note, I am hoping to really practice directing actors this semester. As I mentioned, I have been researching over the summer about how to work with actors and I now feel ready to put what I have been learning into practice. I intend to find actors that would also be up for auditioning for the film when the time comes so I am able to build a close bond with them and really explore the characters Katie has created.

Here is a small article that illustrates some data about male and female loneliness: https://psychcentral.com/blog/surprising-differences-between-lonely-women-and-lonely-men#3

(also i am currently in love with greta gerwig)

[techdogsinc]

Top Seven Algorithmic Trading Strategies

In today's world, technology has become an integral part of our daily lives. From reading the latest news in the morning to the last dessert you eat at night, we live in a world surrounded by technology. Among all these, the trading business has also found its advancements. Algorithm Trading, or algo trading, is a new-age trading practice that beats the human trading practice and helps gain more profit than humanly possible.

In today’s article, we will talk about Algorithm Trading and its top seven strategies you should practice to get the best return on investments. What are you waiting for? Read on and turn your investment into gold now!

What Is Algorithmic Trading?

If we put it in simple words, Algorithmic Trading is a method of executing financial transactions with the help of computer algorithms that follow a predefined set of rules. These algorithmic tools are often designed to make decisions about buying or selling financial assets, such as stocks, bonds, or even cryptocurrencies.

You see, you do not need to keep an eye on the stock market around the clock. Now, algo trading software can do these things. This minimizes human errors and executes trades at the best possible prices so you don’t miss any golden opportunity.

Imagine you have a tool that monitors a company's stock price and tracks news headlines about that company. When the tool detects any positive news event, like a favorable earnings report, it may automatically buy shares of that company's stock. Conversely, if it detects negative news, it could sell the stock. Even Fortune Business Insights reported that the global algorithmic trading market size was valued at $2.03 billion in 2022 and is projected to grow to $3.56 billion by 2030. This shows the confidence and how businesses trust Algorithmic Trading.

Source

Now that we know how businesses are getting the best out of stock trading with algorithmic trading software, let’s look at the top Algorithmic Trading strategies that have become a need of the hour.

Top Seven Algorithmic Trading Strategies

As we said earlier, Algorithmic Trading is all about writing smart computer algorithms to help you make profitable transactions. It's like having a bunch of different tools in your trading toolbox. You can swap one tool for another, depending on your requirements. Let’s discuss them.

1. Momentum

Momentum trading is a classic day-trading strategy that's been around for ages, like over 80years! It was just a matter of time before traders thought, "Hey, let's use tools to make this even better So, what's the deal with momentum trading? Well, it's all about predicting future values based on what's happened in the past.

Now, let’s break it down with a simple example. Imagine a stock's price is on the rise – the algo trading software will say, "Buy that now" You buy the stock, ride the wave as it goes up, and then, when it hits a certain point, you sell it. It's like catching a good wave if you're a surfer.

2. Trend Following

Trend following, also called time-series momentum, is like a brother of momentum trading. It's all about making money by betting that an asset's future price movement will follow the same direction as its past price movement.

You see, following a trend is like a research project you have been working on for a while. You need to check out things like when a stock breaks out of a range, if there's a sudden jump in trading volume, or if the market gets all jittery (that's volatility for you).

3. Risk-on/Risk-off

Investors are one of the key factors when it comes to the business. Wouldn’t it be amazing to know the pulse of the investors – if they are brave enough to take risks in the global economy?

With a Risk-on/Risk-off strategy and an algo trading tool, you can bet according to how investors feel about investments. Putting this into action can be a bit of a brain workout. You need to monitor several things like actions and statements made by global central banks, how businesses are doing and economic data from around the world. The research can be exhausting, you bet! But that is where this algo trading software comes in handy as it can collect all this data and tell you if the risk is heating up or cooling down.

4. Arbitrage

Arbitrage investing is a money-making trick when you simultaneously buy and sell the same assets but in different markets. The idea is to make a profit from tiny price differences, like those super small price gaps.

It works best when you spot quick price changes for the same asset, but it’s in different forms and markets. To really cash in, you've got to be spot-on with your timing when you buy and sell.

That's where the algo trading tool comes to the rescue. It can closely monitor the markets, figure out the perfect time to make moves, and do it even faster than a human trader.

5. Black Swan Catchers

Do you know what a ‘Black Swan Event’ is? It's like when something unexpected happens way out of the blue, and it can cause some major financial chaos. Think of the Global Financial Crisis or the COVID-19 pandemic - those were black swan moments.

Now, here's the deal with ‘Black Swan Catchers’. It's a clever investment move that takes advantage of all the ups and downs in the market after one of these unpredictable events with the help of Options Contracts that tend to go through roofs under such circumstances.

6. Market Timing

The stock market is always about the perfect timing - the perfect timing to buy or sell the stocks in the market. But let's be honest, it can be a bit of a gamble. You might wait for a rock-bottom price, and then it drops even more after you buy. Or you could sell something when you think it's at its peak, only to see it keep climbing.

Here's where algorithmic trading software comes in. It looks at what's happening in the market right now and compares it to what's happened before. This helps determine if your timing is on point so you do not miss out on any good opportunities and avoid false alarms.

7. Inverse Volatility

Inverse Volatility algorithmic trading is about cashing in on the inverse relationship between volatility and asset prices. You see, when volatility increases, asset prices tend to drop, and when the storm calms down, the prices tend to bounce back.

The algo trading tool spots the timing when things get shaky and decides it’s time to make some moves. These strategies are a bit fancy and usually used by expert algo traders. They're looking to make a dollar because they believe that the market will bounce back to its normal behavior over time. And mind you, it’s not just a guessing game – they use numbers and charts to figure out when things might change, and that's when they make their moves.

Trading in the stock market will always have risk factors. Many traders have made bucks out of it, and many people have also suffered huge losses. While new technologies are transforming different industries, it will be interesting to see how emerging technologies like Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning will help us make a profit in the stock market.

Final Words

Algorithmic Trading is widely accepted, and traders and investors must learn to live with it. While Algorithmic Trading has brought computer programmers and financial experts together, it has also added some liquidity to the security market. With the help of algorithmic trading tools, investors can perform high-frequency trading and get the best out of the stock market.

However, when it comes to profitability, it is vital to choose the right trading strategy – be it Arbitrage or Momentum. Your stocks and requirements determine the strategy you should opt for. Make sure you choose your strategy wisely. Happy trading, folks!

[phantomenby]

Shitlings chapter four

Immediately no, immediately no.

At some point you had fallen back asleep, curled up against Michael as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Your chest had begun to ache again, and being squished against your brother was more suffocating than comforting. Nudging him you tried to wake him, he only rolled over in response but you were free from his grip, it was pointless trying to get him to get up when he was determined to sleep.

The pull of the sun was becoming stronger and you could tell it was affecting him the most, he could sleep for now. In a couple of hours, the sky would darken and his nocturnal nature would set in.

As much as you wished to join him in his slumber you had decided to still try and be productive with the little day you had left. If what Star said was true then you had to move quickly, the blood curse that came with vampirism was always a pain to deal with, but it can be cured in a few ways.

You had gone into Lucy's room to seek out her own little library, full of books on healing and curse breaking, it was her specialty and Sam's too. Reaching to the top shelf you grasped a thick leatherbound text labeled 'Blood curses and the mystic realm', an eye watched you from the front of it, granting you access once it confirmed you were a friendly presence. Flicking through you came across the familiar pages, tales of great beasts and forbidden spells.

The pages on how to handle blood curses were further back, vampirism was complicated, the turning could take just a few days or up to a year depending on the sire's influence.

Based on the itchiness in your throat the boys had placed you under something strong, you could only wonder if Michael felt the same. Though it was likely he had consumed something slightly different that had been prepared before you had even stepped into the cave.

It would be easier just to let him turn maybe then he'd stop being such a pain in my ass

Shaking your head you got back to your research, he was still your brother and you still felt responsible for him, you would have to tell mom soon either way. As you changed you would become more aggressive and stressed, there was only so long you could go without feeding on the blood of a human or the blood of your sire and there was no way either of you would be seeking out the boys anytime soon.

Three hundred pages in you came across what you needed, it explained how to end the curse in simplest terms, you could kill your sires. Your heart ached at that thought, the bond which had begun to form making the idea unbearable. You didn't even know if Michael had the same sire as you, it could all be for nothing.

There were other ways of course through both ritual and spells, one required the drawing of the blood you had consumed out of you, it was brutal and the illustrations in front of you were difficult to process. For now, you would have to enchant come jewelry to stop the growth of the curse. You wouldn't go through with anything without consulting the rest of the family.

Sighing you grabbed some paper and began to make notes, it would be easier to solve if you did most of the planning now. By the time the night had come Lucy would be home and you could all meet to discuss things.

-

It was nearing eight PM and there was still no sign of your mother, Sam was singing away in the bath while Michael brooded in his room. He hadn't talked to either of you and you weren't sure if he was even awake. You were beginning to worry, no matter how much you read on the problem it wouldn't be easy to determine when the worst of the effects would begin.

Honestly, you just wanted to go out into the woods where mom had talked about a small spring she used to collect moon water from growing up, you hadn't brought many supplies with you from Phoenix and it was driving you insane to not have a good stock of potions and poultices on hand.

Bug?

Looking up as the top of the stairs creaked, seeing Michael watching you, his eyes were dark and his pale skin looking grey and flushed.

Mikey?

He ignored your response and turned to where Sam was belting out lyrics to some song on the radio, hands twitching as his upper lip lifted into a snarl, he walked closer like a monster stalking its prey. You followed him, watching worriedly as you tried to figure out his next move.

Nanook had taken a similar stance, growling at your brother through the bathroom door, you couldn't imagine the stress the pup was under feeling the threat of an unfamiliar predator in their home.

You had worried about this, Mike was being lured in by something, it took you a moment to realise he was going for your brother. A growl was building low in his throat when you lunged at him, pulling him back, unfortunately, you hadn't thought this through and your action sent you both tumbling down the stairs. Crying out as the hardwood steps battered your spine. The sounds of pain coming from you were enough to knock Mike out of his hypnotic state, he wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you up into a sitting position, looking over you worriedly.

"Bug?" You whined, feeling a deep bruise forming along the left side of your body, you could only hope that whatever was running through your veins would speed up the healing process, lest mom tries to feed you one of her rank healing drinks.

"Don't worry I'm good, no blood bub," Michael still didn't let go of you, trying to think about what had just happened, he didn't remember much after he left his room. Something sweet was in the air, like the finest wine he could imagine, looking upstairs he realised what it was. Sams blood.

Never before had such terror struck his heart as he realised what he had almost done, he had almost attacked Sam, he was sure Nanook would have destroyed him as soon as he entered the room but he feared what could have been if you weren't there to subdue him.

You held your brother as he sobbed into your shoulder, shushing him as you ran your fingers through his soft curls. He wasn't a killer, none of you were, but Michael and Sam were both big softies. As were you but there was an edge they lacked, you were Lucy's baby but Michael had been her eldest and Sam her youngest.

It took a couple of minutes for him to calm down enough to pull away, he couldn't look you in the eye as you held his face in your hands, holding him like he was a piece of glass about to break.

"Michael..."

Meeting your eyes he leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and breathing slowly. The bloodlust was passing, he just needed to focus on your heartbeat. After a moment he met your gaze, there was a new resolve behind his eyes as he looked at you, a silent conversation passed between the two of you.

Soon after your moment together you were both in the kitchen, preparing a bowl of blood your gramps kept in his liquor cabinet. It wasn't human blood but rather that of a lamb, one was chosen each spring and its blood was used to ward off evil, the remnants of it were saved in case any additional incantations needed to be done before the next spring season.

You muttered the words you needed to softly under your breath as you moved around the house, swiping symbols onto the windows and doorways as you went. Michael was doing the same along the fences outside, there were only two gates and so soon enough he was back inside and watching as you moved.

By the time you were done, there was a slight shake throughout the house like it was taking a deep breath, expanding as it inhaled, and finally settling with a slow exhale. It brought Sam out of his room, he had seen you drawing something on his window but he had no idea as to why and didn't bother to ask you in the moment, far more interested in fluffing up his sandy curls.

"Mike?" You both turned to him, looking worse for wear as he awaited an explanation. Neither of you wanted to be the one to break the news but you most of all, and since it was Michael's fault you decided to nod your head towards him before walking back to the kitchen to tidy up. Before you could cross the threshold you heard Sam gasp and run down the stairs to the two of you.

"Y-you-you're"

"Sam?" Placing a hand on his shoulder you looked at him worriedly, not understanding what had stressed him out all of a sudden, it wasn't until he pointed behind you and towards the mirror did you realise your mistake.

Your body was translucent, if the room had been darker you doubted you would even be able to see yourself. Reaching up to your face you still felt solid but the incomplete reflection told you otherwise. Sam, being a new connoisseur of all things supernatural due to his adventures in Frog-land, knew exactly what this meant.

"Y-you're vampires! My own family, god damn shit sucking vampires! Oh, you wait until mom finds out buddy! She's gonna ground you for an eternity now - literally!"

Michael chased after him, stopped by Sam holding a spray bottle of holy water at his face. You knew it would do nothing more than sting his flesh, but Mike didn't and wasn't going to risk marring his beautiful features.

"Sam, c'mon I'm your brother-" he raised his arms over his face as Sam squeezed the trigger, casting a thin mist over your brother, "Sammy! Stop!"

You were still frozen in front of the mirror, watching the scared creature staring back at you as they tried to feel for the person fading in front of them. Knowing it would happen was one thing, but seeing it was another, your chest ached painfully as the scary reality hit you. Even now as the night went on you noticed how much more aware you were, your body adapting to the darkness a primal side of you called home.

Michael screamed as Sam pulled the trigger again, squeezing his eyes shut in agony. You turned, looking at your younger brother's tense form as his finger tightened around the trigger again, holding your hand out and trying to bring it over to you.

"Sam!" He looked at you, now aiming the weapon in your direction but unable to pull the trigger as your mind overpowered his, you could tell he was resisting at his face grew irritated in his struggle to spray it at you. "Let it go, Sammy, please."

He scowled, throwing the bottle at you, finally deciding to let it free from his grasp. A flash of remorse crossed through him as he noted some reside falling onto your skin, making you jump back with a yelp and rub your now scorned hand.

It was silent for a moment, then another, and you all turned to meet each other's eyes. You tried not to let your sadness show as you looked up at your baby brother, sending him a pleading look to stay, hoping he wouldn't fear you.

-

The three of you had moved to the kitchen, the bottle of holy water laying on the floor in the living room since both you and Michael refused to touch it and Sam was still a little shaken up by everything. The last thing you needed was him attacking you again.

"You good Sammy?" He shrugged, avoiding Michael's eyes as he went to dig through the cupboards, pulling out a jar of smooth peanut butter and one full of mom's homemade strawberry jam. He grabbed the loaf of bread still unopened on the side and placed everything on the island counter, reaching into the draw behind him to grab a knife before ripping open the bread bag and beginning to passive-aggressively make sandwiches.

You sighed, pulling a stool over from by the door, placing it across from him, and holding your head in your hands.

"Sam..." Michael tried again, pleading with his brother as he reached for him. You both flinched as Sam thrust the knife into the counter, just missing Mike's hand as the two of you stared at it in shock.

"What Mike? Hmm?" He glared up at him, skin flushing as he became flustered, trying to keep his breathing calm, "what do you want me to say to you huh? They warned you, I could see it a mile away, you hadn't even known them more than ten minutes before you went to their nest! You have no self-preservation and now- now..."

Sam bit his lip, taking the now half-empty jars and shoving them back into the cupboards he had retrieved them from, taking the bread bag and spinning it so it was closed up. You didn't speak, knowing he would need to compose himself and figure out his words, simply chewing on your thumb as your eyes glazed out of focus.

He continued, "mom taught you better than that, she taught us all better than that," he pointed an accusing finger at Michael who gulped, feeling the anger behind his brother's words, "you're the oldest Michael, you're supposed to do better."

Your older brother didn't respond, letting his face fall and choosing to reach forward and grab one of the sandwiches Sammy made and took a large bite, chewing slowly as he thought on the decisions he had made over the past twenty-four hours.

"Mike..." you placed a hand on both of your brother's shoulders, looking deep into their eyes, "I can fix this, we can fix this."

The three of you at your sandwiches, your brothers listening intently as you explained what you had learned so far about blood curses and vampirism. When you had read through the chapter on the various species of 'Drac' as they were so oddly named, you had discovered that the branch the boys were made from was reversible. It wouldn't be easy and you would have to do some research into their history, along with trying to find their sire.

You didn't mention how you had an inkling you and Michael were sired differently since you weren't able to see the source of the blood you consumed.

In reality, the hardest part would be telling mom, gramps could be kept out for a good while, he would probably be able to smell it on the two of you soon but until then Sam could keep him distracted with hunting trips and the widow Johnson.

"Wait," you looked up at Sam, whose heart had picked up considerably, "how are we gonna tell mom?"

You and Mikey shared a look.

You're the eldest

But you're the favourite, aaand the strongest, if she hits you with something at least you'll know how to fight back

That doesn't mean shit, last time she hexed me I was stuck with something invisible in my eye for a week

Well we could

No...

He is the youngest...

"Stop doing that, you know I can't get through those stupid shields you put up."

Michael looked at you, nodding before you both looked at Sammy who had just taken a large final bite of his sandwich.

"Well..." you began, weaving your fingers with his.

"We were just thinking-" Michael placed a firm hand on Sam's shoulders, giving him his infamous puppy eyes.

"That since you're the favourite-" Sam smacked your hands away, spitting crumbs at you as he began to reject your notion.

"Oh immediately no, immediately no. I'm not the ones who got turned into creatures of the night, I'm just an innocent angel who was home reading his comic books and making PB and J's."

"C'mon Sammy," you pleaded with him, "you said it yourself, you're her 'innocent angel'. All you gotta do it break the news while me and Michael-"

You were interrupted by the sound of your mom's car pulling into the driveway, the lights beaming through the window.

"Shit!"

Both you and Michael looked at Sammy, pleading silently with him.

He groaned, stomping his foot and raising his hands in the air, "fine, fine. But you two owe me BIG time, I mean it, I will hold onto this for an eternity."

You kissed his cheeks, thanking him and letting Michael drag you up the stairs and into Sam's room, hiding you both in his large closet.

"Shhhh, I think she's inside," Michael held his finger up to your lips, cupping his ear as he tried to listen to what Sam was saying to her, you didn't hear much more than mumbling but your mother's loud exclamation of 'WHAT?!' and the loud thumping of her feet up the stairs told you that you were both in deep shit.

We're so dead

Ya think?

Shit, I think she can smell us, quick if we go to the window-

"Are you two seriously hiding in the closet?" Lucy stood in Sam's doorway, hands on her hips and a tired look on her face.

You looked at Mike sheepishly, nudging the door open slightly and squeaking out a small "no."

-

"So...you're telling me that the two of you, rode all the way up to the cliffs with a bunch of boys, who had chased and harassed both of you and then let them lead you towards your death. And then you used your magic in front of them. AND THEN YOU WENT INTO THEIR NEST?

You and Michael gulped in unison, now sitting together on the couch while your mother paced in front of you both, reciting back to you what you had told her about your night out with the same kind of creatures you knew to avoid.

"At what point did it occur to you that maybe, just maybe, that was a bad idea? I mean, what is the matter with you! We have been here for less than a week and already you have ruined the balance. God, do you even know how hard it'll be to turn you back?"

She stopped to stand in front of you, arms crossed and lips pursed, "and you even made your poor brother tell me, he wasn't even there!"

"I'm sorry 'ama," your eyes were tearing up slightly, you hated making her mad, Michael grabbed your hand, looking up at her.

"We are really sorry mom, if I had known-" she held her hand up, refusing to let him speak further.

"I raised you to know Michael, your sibling knew, now you're gonna fix it."

It was then Sam decided to speak up.

"Wait- mom, where were you?" The three of you looked at her as she avoided your gaze, biting her lip before stumbling over to a deep-seated armchair and placing her hands in her lap, Sam continued, "you said you would be back after work, even Gramps told us where he was goin'."

She sighed, nodding along before explaining herself, "I was on a date, with my boss."

"Come again?"

Mike shoved his face in your hair to hide his smile, enjoying the sight of Sam stood in front of your mother with his hand on his hips, interrogating details of her night out with this mystery man.

"Wait that tall guy with the glasses?" She looked at you smiling and holding her hand out, nodding as your approached and pulling you into her lap as she smoothed her fingers over your cheeks which had become slightly damp with a few fallen tears.

"Mhmm, he was really sweet about it, but ugh!-" she placed her chin in her palm, gazing into the distance as she recalled the odd events earlier in the night, "he was just so, odd like something felt wrong about him."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No Michael, he's not like that, I think."

Michael nodded, wrapping his arm around Sam as he came to sit beside him, pinching his cheek and squeezing him close.

"I think I need to feel him-"

"Ew, mom!"

"Gross"

Sam and Mike shuddered in unison, the former putting on a display of sticking his finger into his mouth and making a gagging motion, in response your mother threw a box of tissues at them.

"Oh hush, you know what I mean, oh don't do that!" She pinched your sides as you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively, flicking your nose before continuing, "I think he's something, but I can't quite figure out what. He breathes but his heart, I- I couldn't feel it when he hugged me."

You froze, sharing a look with Michael, he had seen the book in your mind, he knew what was on those pages.

"Mom, I think you need to see something."

She looked at you confused before the book appeared out of thin air in your hand, flicking to the page you had read earlier on, showing her the answers you had found.

Her eyes widened, mouth hanging open in an O shape, taking the book into her hands as she flicked through. You thought for a moment she had become catatonic, her eyes focusing on one page reading it over and over again as she tried to process what she was seeing.

"Mom?" Michael had stood, both your brothers looking at her in concern, she was still for another minute before her eyes looked between the two of you. And then, Lucy Emerson for the first time since you had left Phoenix, swore.

"Oh shit."

[wendichester]

𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა @mostlymarvelgirl ☆ sam winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where leo, libra, sagittarius meets taurus, virgo*, capricorn. ⟡˙⋆

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐

ꔛ. meeting each other,

✧ what’s the most likely way for you two to meet?

your leo sun and libra ascendant make you impossible to ignore, while your sagittarius moon ensures you're always where the action is. sam, with his taurus sun and virgo rising, would likely encounter you in a university library or small-town archive, where you're both researching the same obscure lore. your cancer mercury picks up on his quiet intensity immediately, and when you casually correct his latin translation, his taurus mercury is both annoyed and impressed.

✧ are you a hunter or a civilian?

you're not a traditional hunter, but your virgo mars and scorpio jupiter suggest you're far from helpless. you've probably been investigating supernatural phenomena as an academic or independent researcher. the scenario? you've uncovered information crucial to sam's current case, and he's reluctantly forced to work with you—though he quickly realizes your cancer venus makes you surprisingly compassionate for someone so bold.

✧ what’s his first impression of you?

sam's virgo rising makes him wary of flashy personalities, but your libra ascendant smooths over your leo sun's intensity. he'd initially see you as too dramatic (thanks to your leo placements), but your sagittarius moon's honesty and virgo mars' practicality quickly earn his respect. his capricorn moon appreciates how you get straight to business when it matters.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

✧ how would the friendship be like?

unexpectedly perfect. your leo fire brings out sam's hidden passion, while his taurus earth keeps you grounded. your sagittarius moon and his jupiter in sagittarius make you adventure buddies, while your cancer venus softens his gemini venus' detachment. you're the only one who can make him laugh during dark times, and he's the only one who can calm your dramatic spirals.

✧ how would it begin?

after that first research session, sam starts "accidentally" texting you about cases. your virgo mars loves being useful, and his taurus mars appreciates your reliability. soon, you're his unofficial research partner, with dean rolling his eyes at your nerdy bonding over ancient texts.

✧ quirks and fun things about it:

✶ debate nights: your leo sun loves arguing, his gemini venus loves playing devil's advocate—hours fly by discussing ethics and lore ✶ opposite approaches: you charge in with confidence, he calculates every move—but together you're unstoppable ✶ unspoken care: you leave coffee and notes for him during all-nighters; he subtly protects you on dangerous hunts

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

✧ are you compatible? is there a chance for friendship to develop into more?

surprisingly yes. your cancer venus craves emotional connection, which clashes with his gemini venus' need for freedom—but your shared sagittarius placements create unexpected understanding. it would take time (and probably saving each other's lives) for feelings to surface.

✧ what type of relationship would it be?

a slow burn that becomes unshakable. think quiet research sessions that turn into deep conversations, protectiveness masked as practicality, and love expressed through actions rather than words. your leo passion balances his taurus steadiness perfectly.

✧ what are your love languages according to the charts?

✶ yours (cancer venus): quality time, physical touch—you show love through undivided attention and affection ✶ his (gemini venus): words of affirmation, acts of service—he shows love through intellectual connection and practical help

ꔛ. scenario, ₊˚⊹౨ friends, partners & arguments ৎ ₊˚⊹

✶ as friends: you're the perfect research team—your leo intuition and his taurus precision make you legendary lore hunters. you're the only one who can drag him to parties, and he's the only one who can ground you during crises. ✶ as partners: it's surprisingly domestic—you cook together (your cancer venus shining), he reads to you (his gemini venus' ideal date). but there's still plenty of passion—your leo sun wouldn't accept less. ✶ arguments: you hate when he withdraws, he hates when you're dramatic. fights usually end with you yelling, him going silent, and making up over research the next day.

ꔛ. overall, score : 9.5 / 10

you and sam are the power couple no one saw coming—your differences create perfect balance. as friends, you're unbeatable. as lovers, it's quietly epic. just don't expect grand gestures—this is shared books, inside jokes, and lifelong partnership all the way.

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* since the birth time of sam hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a virgo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.

[ikaroux]

Xiao: Always (part 2) (EN)

f!reader

The Japanese dubbing of Kirito (Sword art online), helped me a lot to imagine how Xiao's emotions would be expressed.

The ost that inspired me a lot for most of the scenes:

Ori and the will of the wisps: Fading of the Light and The story of Niwen (The ost in general fits Xiao perfectly <3)

Masterlist

Part 1

You had been in Liyue for several months now for your research. You had met several people there, some of whom had turned into real friendships. Hu Tao, Ganyu and the lovely Qiqi were the only girls with whom you had formed a real friendship and then there was Mr. Zhongli with whom you liked to talk a lot.

But above all you met Xiao, a taciturn young man with a cold look in his eyes. After some research, you learned who he really was, a follower protecting Liyue at the risk of his life. He was also known as the last surviving Yaksha, fighting day and night against the emanations of the ancient evil gods killed by the Geo Archon.

Zhongli, who had revealed to you who he really was, often spoke to you about Xiao. Sometimes he would ask you to bring him some medicine specially designed for him to relieve the pain that was eating him up inside.

This was not a big problem for you, as you were staying at the Wangshu Inn. It was perfectly located in the centre of Liyue, making it easier for you to get to different research sites. Zhongli had explained to you that this inn was a front, built mainly to relieve Xiao a little from his eternal burden.

Since your meeting with the adept, you had never dared to call him, for fear of disturbing him. You simply left Zhongli's small gifts in his flats, placed prominently on the table in the centre of the room.

A gift... you had wanted to give him one for some time, but not knowing his tastes, it was difficult to decide. What if he doesn't like it? What if he got mad at you? What if... You then thought of the innkeeper in Wangshu who had known Xiao for a while, she must have known a thing or two about the follower's tastes!

After consulting Verr Goldet on what Xiao liked, she taught you how to prepare the young man's favourite dish. So you prepared tofu with almonds once or twice a week as a gift to him. But even so, he never deigned to show himself to you again.

Yet Xiao was never far from you, always hidden in the shadows watching you, protecting you from the dangers that lurked.

The bond he felt between you and him had never disappeared. Near you, all the pain, all the suffering he felt disappeared. He knew that you were human, so fragile, so fleeting compared to him who had lived for millennia, yet in his eyes you were a true goddess. The night he saw you surrounded by this halo of light, his world was turned upside down. Of course he had discussed this with his master, Morax, or rather Zhongli as he liked to be called from now on.

Xiao asked him during one of their conversations:

"I don't understand, I can never take my eyes off her and my heart - he placed his hand on his chest, clutching the white tunic he was wearing - hurts when I lose sight of her for even a few seconds. I don't understand... Sir Zhongli, I don't understand..."

His voice often broke at such moments. Zhongli then placed his hand on the follower's shoulder, a gentle smile on his face.

"Talk to him and you will finally understand. "he would say to her each time.

"I can't... If I stay around her too long... the darkness around me will eventually engulf her too. "

The sadness in Zhongli's eyes matched the sadness in Xiao's. The adept would often leave without the answer he so eagerly awaited, going to the balcony of the inn to sit on the railing and gaze at the stars. When his gaze turned to his room, more precisely to the small round wooden table in the centre, he was looking for proof of your presence. Almost every day you would leave him an offering, medicine, the almond tofu he loved so much, a flower, a mineral or an artefact you had found on your expeditions. Every little gift you gave him made him forget his torments for a short while, savouring the joy he felt at the time. He treasured every item you gave him, carefully stored in a small gold box encrusted with jade.

When the moon was high in the sky, Xiao would sometimes go to your room, passing by your balcony to see if you were sleeping. Sometimes he would go inside the moonlit room to see your sleeping face. He thought you were terribly beautiful, he had never been so fascinated by anyone, let alone a mortal. He would sometimes tuck a strand of your hair back behind your ear, slightly disturbing your sleep, and you would wrinkle your nose with a groan, causing him to back away hastily.

When Xiao was sure you were still asleep, he would take the opportunity to give you a gift of his own, placed on your bedside table.

As he did every night, he would end up sitting on the roof of your balcony watching for any threat to you.

By the time the sun came up, Xiao was already gone. When you woke up, you would find objects that were not there the day before. It could be a crystal nucleus or sometimes a Qingxin flower, which made you smile every time. You kept all the gifts he gave you as a treasure.

Today you had to go to Mondstadt to visit your friend Lisa, whom you had met in Sumeru. She had come one year to visit her former teachers, introducing herself to the students in the class. The two of you had talked a lot, creating a bond of friendship that you had maintained through correspondence.

In your last exchanges, she expressed a wish to see you, which you gladly accepted. You had planned to stay there for a week, so it was not surprising that you were preparing some things to take with you.

Even though your protector never showed up in front of you, at least not since that night when he gave you his name, you wanted to leave him a letter to explain that you would be back in Liyue in a week.

Before leaving, you left him a plate of tofu with almonds, your letter carefully placed next to the plate.

You didn't think that the wind would blow your letter away from him before he had even read it.

Xiao was accompanying Aether and two other companions for the day. They were to help him confront creatures once sealed in an ancient temple near the nine pillars of Cuijue Slope. The battle was long and difficult, but in the end they managed to exterminate the monsters, allowing Aether to retrieve the treasure that lay deep in the ruins. Xiao hurried back to the Wangshu Inn, feeling a bottomless pit forming inside him. He had been feeling uneasy for a while, a part of him wanted to make sure you were okay. When he arrived at his flat, he saw that you had left him a plate of tofu with almonds, and he took a bite, although he was too nervous to really enjoy them properly.

Xiao put his hand over his face in great pain.

His chest hurt terribly, the voices in his head tortured him again and his body seemed to be chained by the darkness inside him. Why was this? His karma hadn't weighed so heavily on him since he... since he... had met you.

He exhaled loudly, a sudden fear filling his body, making his hands tremble. Without further questioning, he quickly disappeared through his anemo vision and landed in your room. It was pitch black and looked horribly empty. The books usually scattered around your room were gone, your things were gone, your wardrobe was empty.

"No... no... don't go... (Y/n) don't go..."

His voice trembled in shock as his eyes still searched for traces of your presence.

"(Y/n)..."

Nothing. There was nothing. Nothing left. You were gone.

He couldn't even feel your presence on Liyue's land.

Had something happened to you? What if you had been attacked by monsters? The thought terrified him. He thought of your sleeping face, so peaceful. He thought of the promise he had made to himself to protect you.

Your absence was as painful to him as the day Aether told him Rex Lapis was dead. He couldn't bear it.

Xiao vowed to find you again and if you accepted him, he would stay by your side, he would not run away again.

He would listen to you sing again.

He searched for you for seven long days, which was a real physical and psychological torture for him. Aether, worried about his friend, helped him in his search, informing Zhongli, Ganyu and Hu Tao of your disappearance and the state in which the follower was.

Xiao always carried one of the gifts you had given him, holding on to it in the hope of finding you safe and sound.

With his mask over his face and his spear in hand, he slaughtered every hilichurl camp, hoping to find some trace of you, something that would prove to him that you were still alive. Disappointment after disappointment, the anger and hatred grew inside him every day, struggling to control it. He was leaving behind a pool of blood, soon he would sink into madness, feeling the sting of the karmic chains that made him sink a little deeper. How could he have formed such a strong bond with someone that he lost control?

"Xiao, we're going to find her. "

Zhongli's reassuring hand rested on the follower's shoulder.

Xiao had not removed his mask, but the former Geo Archon could still see tears of pain flowing from his eyes. His hand moved from his shoulder to the top of the young man's head. He knew what Xiao was going through, after all he too had lost loved ones in the past.

A varnished lily flower suddenly appeared under Xiao's nose. Ganyu held it out to him with a thin smile on his face. The Yaksha, who had watched you for a long time, knew that this flower was your favourite, many times he had seen you studying it, drawing it, smelling it, admiring it...

He could clearly see your face beaming as you drew it, singing a Sumeru tune.

He slowly grasped the flower that the young woman was holding out to him with renewed hope.

You had been leaving Lisa for a few hours now, promising her and your new friends that you would return to see them soon. You were anxious to get to the Wangshu Inn to rest. You missed your friends in Liyue and the absence of the Yaksha warrior around you left your heart empty.

You knew that he was never far from you. You knew that at night he sometimes stroked your hair, thinking you were asleep. You knew how soft his eyes were when he watched you draw.

You knew that he loved to listen to you sing.

Your lips curled upwards, happy at the idea of finding his presence. For this occasion you had grabbed an anemo crystal core which you intended to offer his.

When you reached the border between Mondstadt and Liyue, the atmosphere suddenly seemed heavy. You could not hear the birds singing, nor the wind cradling the trees.

Time seemed to stand still.

Alerted, you quickened your pace, crossing the wooden bridge that separated you from the shore.

The sudden sound of a branch breaking made you jump. You looked towards the source of the noise, finding yourself face to face with a Brutorocheux chief surrounded by some Brutoshamans and common Brutocollinus.

Your voice and body trembled.

"Why are they here? There have never been so many monsters on the border..."

The Brutocollinus came forward, threatening, it screamed, the breath knocking you to the ground. The smaller ones stepped forward, weapons in hand, while the Brutoshamans chanted their incantations.

Fear froze you in place, you were not a warrior, far from it. Your pupils dilated with fear and shook as the Brutoshaman ran towards you, fist in the air, ready to crush you. By reflex you had grown brambles around you to protect yourself.

But the creature in front of you was of a geo nature, impervious to the little thorns in your plants. Your trembling hand rose before you, summoning a flower capable of projecting poison, but again the monster crushed your hopes as did the flower beneath its feet.

"As long as you are in Liyue, I will protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

Fear choked you, tears beading in the corners of your eyes as you remembered the words of the man you loved.

Xiao.

The sight of his gentle smile as he looked at you, thinking you hadn't noticed his presence.

Xiao.

The tender look in his eyes as he listened to you singing hidden behind a tree.

Xiao...

His hands savouring the feel of your hair between his fingers as you slept.

"XIAO! "

The moment you shouted his name, a gust of wind swept through the area. Blows rained down before you, and the brutocollinus and brutoshamans were the first to perish.

There he was, leaping to an inhuman height, a mask hiding his face and a menacing black aura covering him completely. The spear he always carried with him was pointed at the enemy as the Yaksha fell violently to the ground, sending out anemo illusions from his weapon that skewered the creature. He repeated his move once more, shattering its shell, before finishing it off by charging it with extreme speed. The Brutorocheux fell heavily to the ground, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Xiao moved his hand in front of his face, making his mask disappear, and then planted his spear on the ground. He ran towards you over the brambles you had created, not caring about the thorns that tore his legs. He knelt beside you, his eyes filled with terror and concern.

You looked into his eyes, shocked and trembling.

Finally you exploded, screaming and crying now that it was all over. You fell into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck, partially muffling your screams and tears.

He had found you. At last...

His heart broke free from its chains, relieved to see you safe and sound.

He felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest, so strong was it beating.

When he had reached you after your call and had seen you surrounded by monsters, monsters that were there because of him, because of the slaughter he had made in the camps of his creatures, the rage had risen in him. If you had been hurt because of him, he would never forgive himself.

He would never have forgiven himself.

He was surprised by your sudden embrace, not really knowing how he should react. What did humans do in such moments?

He raised his arms hesitantly, placing his hands gently on your back. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he hugged you a little tighter, soothing his soul and body with your warmth.

"Don't disappear again..."

His voice was husky, vibrant, emotion knotting his throat. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of the flowers that covered you.

"Xiao..."

Your tears continued to fall as your hands clutched at his clothes.

He surprised you by planting a kiss on your neck. He left his face hidden there, not wanting to be seen so vulnerable. His trembling hands around you were more than enough to describe the emotions that were currently running through him.

When your tears stopped, his hands gently grasped your shoulders, pulling you back to get a better look at your face. He wiped away the tears that remained on your cheeks before placing the palm of his hand on them, caressing you with his thumb. Your hand joined his, closing your eyes to savour the sensation.

His forehead came to rest against yours, exhaling a shaky breath.

The happiness of finally having her so close to you involuntarily activated your dendro vision. Varnished lily flowers bloomed around you, and firefly-like particles of light swirled near your faces.

"Stay close to me. Always. "

"Always. "

Xiao didn't know exactly what he was doing as he tilted his head to your lips. The only thing he knew was that he wanted this connection badly.

The bond between you was stronger than any contract, he loved you, by the archons, he loved you more than anyone else.

An emotion so human but so beautiful...

Your lips... tasted like a sweet dream.

Bonus n°1:

"Ah, there they are! "

Paimon yelled to his companions, pointing at you and Xiao. Zhongli was the first to arrive and observed the scene unfolding before his eyes.

"XIAO! "

Paimon shouted, his voice carrying to you. Xiao parted violently from your lips, falling on his butt in the process, his face completely red with embarrassment.

Aether, who had arrived just after Zhongli, grabbed the little fairy in his arms, planting his hand over her mouth to silence her. Hu Tao and Ganyu were waving at you, reassured that you were okay. Xiao had completely forgotten that they had come with them.

He knew that with that chatty fairy and Hu Tao not far away, the rest of the day was going to be hell for him. He wanted to grab you in his arms and run away from his troubles, but when his gaze turned to Zhongli's, his heart was suddenly lighter with a burden. The gentle smile of his master and the kindly gaze he projected upon him broke the last remaining chains of doubt within him.

Bonus #2:

Xiao had offered you on the way back the varnished Lily flower that Ganyu had given him earlier, hanging it in your hair. You walked behind your companions towards the Wangshu Inn, laughter and loud discussions (too loud for his taste) were going on.

Xiao stood very close to you without physically touching you. You never took your eyes off his face, which he noticed. He abruptly turned his head in the opposite direction, the tips of his ears glowing crimson, forcing an affectionate smile on your face.

After a few minutes of silent walking between the two of you, he finally asked you a question.

"Why did you leave? -He looked at you again, his eyes full of emotion-"I thought you were gone forever...or worse, dead. "

His voice trembled at the thought, making your eyes widen. In a comforting gesture, you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. The gesture surprised him, he was not used to physical (or emotional!) contact.

"Didn't you read my letter? "

Xiao blinked, once, twice, three times.

"What letter? "

"The one I left on the table next to the tofu dish. "

Xiao's face became totally impassive. He tried to piece together a visual image of his room in his mind, seeing your dish on his table very clearly, but no matter how hard he concentrated, no letter came to him.

"There was no letter. "

"Oh... Maybe it was blown away then?"

Xiao remained silent as you explained that you had gone to see a friend in Mondstadt. He listened to you without really listening, an array of emotions passing through his eyes. He needed someone to blame, anyone he could vent his anger and frustration on.

The wind... The wind...

A malevolent smile spread across his face and his amber eyes glowed with a menacing gleam.

He brought his hand up to his face, a gesture he made to reveal his Yaksha mask.

His hoarse voice whispered dangerously:

"Barbatos..."

Further on, in Mondstadt, Venti felt a shiver run through his body, freezing him in place.

[parragone]

I have oddly specific r6 brainrot, but I can't actually write it because I'm fixated on finishing my event piece, so instead, I'm sticking the ideas here to write later

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The first time Kapkan brings his partners on hunting trips. Like, individually. The way Glaz prefers to sit back and sketch Kapkan while they're in the hunting roost. How Fuze says very little during the trip but genuinely enjoys the time spent and learning how Kapkan seems more free when they're far from cities and towns. How Tachanka feels he's a bit too loud for the hunting aspect, but makes sure Kapkan is well fed and warm. Let Kapkan be spoiled by the poly spetsnaz 2023

Thatcher and Mute on a fishing trip together in the early days of Rainbow because Thatcher won't admit it, but he's basically adopted this kid. Mute reluctantly admits that, okay, maybe fishing is a bit more fun than it looks, but only because he's a patient sort of person who likes the quiet. Hours spent on the water with short conversations in between.

Lion and his son going on a trip for a weekend because Claire couldn't take Alexis to some event he really wanted to go to. Talks about things they both like and trading playlists. Talking about their relationship and Alexis admitting that, sure, Lion will never be "dad," but he's definitely Superman, and that's obviously way cooler

Thermite and Pulse chatting and shooting the breeze together one evening after a long and kinda crappy day. Thermite never notices how Pulse keeps glancing at him and memorizing the way he smiles, the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs, because he's just lost in some story about how his mom pulled him out of a rodeo ring when he was seven. He hasn't noticed and probably never will, and in a weird way, Pulse is okay with that.

Mira and Mute's first meeting being one where Mira expects total pushback only for him to be polite and almost excited to meet her. Finding out that he's admired her work for years and has followed her papers, her research, as long as he's known about her. Mira realizing that she understands this kid more than she thought she would.

Bandit and Kapkan being fantastic friends because they both know what it's like to be undercover. Sharing awful stories and being sarcastic shits. They'd be fantastic drinking buddies, and I've yet to be convinced otherwise.

Dokkaebi, Mute, Jackal, and Caveira unexpectedly bonding over being way too young for the shit they went through and the things they’ve done, even if it was on wildly different levels. Late night talks about weirdly disconnected childhoods. Admitting that they don't actually remember much about being kids. The four of them laying on the roof on a clear night and talking about the wild things in their lives.

Ash and Harry arguing about the decision to bring in NH. Ash losing her mind when she discovers he didn't even discuss the situation with Mute, who handles so much of their information control and security that it's not even funny because he's read the files of every single operator on the team, but he has no idea who the fuck NH is or if they're trustworthy. Learning that he never told Thermite or Mira, either, two of the core leadership figures in the team. Learning that Thatcher, one of the most experienced and definitely the most respected member, was outright against the decision. Asking him if he gives a damn about keeping Rainbow safe or if he's so wrapped up in his civilian nonsense that he's forgotten how much danger the team is actually in.

Jäger and Mira bonding over helicopters, but more importantly, the two of them sitting in the car garage with toolboxes and sandwiches to fix up cars for the team. Absolutely covered in grease and oil, talking about the worst flying conditions they've ever been in. The wheezing laughter between them when Jäger pauses mid sentence and just goes, "Oh wait, that's right, I crashed into a zombie apocalypse hot zone" like he FORGOT.

Blitz and Sledge being workout buddies because they're both peak physical performance. But also because they vibe to the same shit and enjoy each other's company. Always a little competitive but never to the point of harm. Ongoing inside jokes that can reduce the two of them to tears.

Frost, Buck, Mozzie, and Smoke discussing adrenaline junkie sports. Mountain climbing, parachuting, the works. They have an agreement that they're all gonna climb Kilimanjaro one day.

[alaskasmonsters]

𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐣 𝐬/𝐨

— shigaraki tomura, dabi

requested by anon

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none

𝐚.𝐧: this was requested by anon! i am v glad my friend is obsessed with mbti so i can go to her for research mainly hahaha, but daamn i hope this is accurate! (yes 3 am is the time i just get things done ok)

reader is female!

shigaraki tomura

shigaraki is the only person that can keep up with you mentally and also expose you to new ideas and worldviews constantly

the two of you share similar interests and preferences when it comes to human relationships

you’re both introverted and more intuitive people

and you liked a mental spark much better than an emotional one

since both of you weren’t the greatest when it came to emotions

you were both more focused on yourself and like to work on your own

but when you spent time together you liked connecting with him over your shared interests

shigaraki liked philosophy

surprisingly to you when you found out

but you loved thinking about how the world worked and always open to a long discussion about it

and shigaraki indulge you pleased

you both know you don’t have to be scared of hurting the other’s emotions when you talk about anything

you can freely speak your mind and know it won’t be taken as an attack

since both of you aren’t really emotional people when it came to this

it was calming

you always knew where you were at with your boyfriend

if something bothered him he usually told you

and he knew that if something bothered you you would tell him as well

you are a very direct person

like really direct

and shigaraki appreciates it a lot

more than not he smiles at your bluntness

and you really weren’t used to that

people reacted differently to directness

but a lot of them misunderstood your directness for cruelty or disrespect

shigaraki never did though

you appreciate shigaraki because he drew out the softer side of you

you were so in your own world, always overthinking and planing and working that sometimes you lost sight of people

shigaraki kept you on your toes in a mentally stimulating way

shigaraki was more emotional than you

or rather more easily emotionally frustrated

and sometimes it was hard to deal with since you weren’t

but you loved him and didn’t like seeing him troubled

you did care about the people you were close to a lot

and you did work hard to make relationships work

so yes

you were definitely softer around shigaraki

if only because he was really good at drawing it out of you

you do both share the same sense of humor

dark humor (and by that you mean things like joking about your own trauma and NOT being trying to excuse being offensive£

shigaraki thought it was kind of hilarious that those kind of jokes got a snort out of you when he first joked about his trauma

but they did and you kinda bonded over that

other than that you push shigaraki to work harder

he says you do inspire him

and that was one of the best compliments you’d ever gotten

dabi

dabi and you were really different

like really really different

while dabi’s priorities lied with fun yours lied with intellectual stimulation

you loved structure and routine and dabi had never once cleaned his room before

dabi likes to live in the moment and just enjoy life as it is and you were overthinking everything

at first glance it seemed like the both of you would never get along

since dabi liked action and you got lost in your mind all the time

you weren’t quite sure if dabi, who didn’t seem to care about hour long deep talks all that much, was interesting enough to get to know

but at the same time you couldn’t help but wonder how he was able to have such a laid back attitude considering his surrounding

dabi didn’t waste a lot of times with fantasy words and possible scenarios

he liked being grounded in reality

and reality sucked

if he was nice he indulged in your discourse about society and theories

but he himself didn’t find too much interest in it

you love a challenge though

so you opened up to him a little more

and wow dabi was so much fun to be around

he was honest and always straight with you

but he also loved to tease til there was no morning

he inspired you to be more daring and take more chances

since dabi was spontaneous and a bit of a daredevil if you could put it like that

and he really enjoyed convincing you to let a little more lose

you two got a long a lot better than you initially thought

also it might not seem that way but dabi was an introvert

he enjoyed spending time with you just like you enjoyed spending time with him

other than that he seemed to roefer working on his own

which you could appreciate since you were similar

the both of you had a lot to offer to each other, too

dabi helped you stay more grounded in reality

you helped him experiment a little bit with “fairy tale thinking” as he liked to call it

you made a good team as well because of that

especially since dabi usually concentrated on the what aspect of things while you were focused on the why behind it

it helped you give each other a different perspective on things and bring you further

which you loved so much about your relationship

you were both pretty independent people

but you still liked being able to lean on each other when life got too much

you were a great listener and dabi liked that about you

because you made him feel like you actually cared about him

which you did!

so much!

Taglist: @crystal-lilac @duf3h6237 @hufflefluffslytherin @chucky-26o1 @crapimahuman

[dreamkidddream]

Hiya~ Can I request quote 9) "Are you jealous?" for Lucifer in Obey Me! pretty please😊

This was so much fun to write! Luci know that he gets jealous but never wants to admit (his jealousy is worse than Mammon but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭) and sorry this got kinda long! Reader is gender neutral!

TW: suggestive/spicy themes, but nothing extremely graphic is mentioned

Prompt: “Are you jealous?” with Lucifer!

Lucifer is pissed.

He’s tapping his foot, and constantly checking his phone, waiting in his study for you to either walk in or call him. It’s late, and you’re still not home yet. He asked his brothers where exactly you are, and when Asmo told him that you’re out with the same “friend” you seem to blow all of them off for some time now, it just makes his mood turn even more sour, the scowl on his face deepening.

Now, Lucifer is not opposed to you making friends, as long as they aren’t a threat to you, his family, Lord Diavolo and the other exchange students. He understands that it’s very easy for you to connect with others, intentional or not, and he encourages it to a certain extent. However, this same “friend” that you’ve been increasingly been hanging out with for the past couple of weeks is starting to rub him the wrong way. Of course he’s met this “friend”, a classmate from your Seductive Speechcraft class (which just made him feel more unease with you being with them), and they seemed harmless enough (for a demon at least). Annoying, but harmless, at first.

Then began the constant need for your attention.

It started with the messages and calls under the guise of studying, the “innocent” demon begging you for help so that they can pass the class, and you being the naive nice human that you are of course obliged their request. Then it escalated from once a week, to three times a week, to almost staying after school every day just to “help”. He didn’t like that, as it’s him or his brothers that always walk you home every time, and this demon (who he found is Yuki, a demon who feeds off of sexual energy nonetheless), is messing with the routine, but he kept his cool and forced his brothers to do the same. He- They weren’t happy about this, but at the end of the day, you’re still coming home to him- them, and nothing is changing that. Not to mention how he made sure that someone had their eyes on you, whether it’s Mammon, Beel, or even himself (which he preferred).

Until Yuki decided that you need to hang out more, without him or his brothers.

That’s when he made it known of his dislike towards them, and dislike is putting it lightly.

You started to come home right at dinner, right before Beel devoured your plate. Mammon obviously voiced his displeasure aloud, with the others silently agreeing or making passing comments, but Lucifer would just shut the conversation down before anyone gets too upset, mainly for himself. He doesn’t want to lose control over something trivial like this, he can’t, he won’t- he’s well above some minuscule pest like them, and it would be a waste of time and energy to be worried about someone who is clearly below him!

He’s already irritated with Yuki integrating themselves into your everyday life, but he’s also trying to fight the increasing sinking feeling in his stomach the more you both bond.

The more you two become more than acquainted with one another, the more Lucifer tries to fight and hide this feeling. He buries himself in more paperwork, practically locks himself in his study, avoids anyone’s questions or concerns, and has become overall snappier than usual. He’s even snapped on Lord Diavolo, Lord Diavolo of all people!

(Granted Diavolo just thought it was overall stress, so he just simply laughed it off, but it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone, including you).

Now Lucifer is not stupid, he’s a very intelligent and powerful demon, and he doesn’t have to say it to be known. He made sure to do some research himself on Yuki, and didn’t put anything past them. You’re still surrounded by demons who wouldn’t hesitate to swallow you whole if allowed, and some are still desperate enough to try anything, so he’s very cautious with others being around you.

Which leads to now, you being out again with that demon at The Fall. Ever since, Lucifer retired to his study, constantly checking his phone for any updates. He refused to look distressed in front of everyone, and he knows that you’re smart and not so gullible, you’ll be okay, you had to be.

It’s well going on 1 in the morning, and you still haven’t answered any of his calls and texts? You swore that you would always answer him, so something had to happen. What exactly were you doing? What exactly were you two doing? We’re you okay? Are you safe? Has that Yuki tried anything with you?

Were you two doing anything now?

All of these questions swirling around in his head, his worry only adding on to his frustrations and building tension going through his body.

He already marched down to the door, coat forgotten and tie undone, flinging it open and scowl so deep that his fangs were bared. That Yuki better hope that you come home in one piece and spotless, or else he will make sure that they regret being alive-

He couldn’t wipe the surprised look on his face when he made eye contact with you, who was matching his own expression, hand frozen in the air mid knock.

“Lucifer? What are you still doing up? Are you about to go somewhere?” His expression quickly morphed to one of high distaste, the irritation displaying clearly on his face and his grip tightening on the door.

“I was still awake waiting for you. Have you forgotten how to use a phone, or are you too good for one now that you’re with your ‘friend’. And I remember specifically telling you to let me know when you leave, did I not?”

“Oh. Well...my phone kinda died, but I was already on the way home and-”

“By yourself?! Do you know how irresponsible that is? Do you forget that you’re a mere human?”

His irritation is rising to pure anger at this revelation. So that demon didn’t even have the decency to walk you home? To make sure that you arrive safe? And yet you still have the nerve to spend time with them and practically ignore him?!-

“Well- um, Lucifer? Lucifer!”

He snapped out of his murderous thoughts, and stepped aside to let you in.

“Come inside now, it’s late, and we have much to discuss.”

Your face scrunched up, showing confusion in how he’s acting. You know that’s he mad about your phone being dead, but he’s mad enough to leave the door barely hanging on its hinges? But you knew that arguing or pointing it out would just make things escalate, so you just stepped past and began to make your way up the stairs.

You can feel his eyes bore into the back of your head, but you just didn’t understand why. It’s about more than just your phone, it seemed like he’s been on edge for awhile now. You want to approach him, to ask him what’s wrong, to have him open up, but of course Lucifer being Lucifer, it was to no avail.

You racked your brain as he lead you to his room and began the “conversation” about how irresponsible you were being (really it’s just him getting whatever he needed off his chest and not you giving any input). Was it because of you going out so late? No, you didn’t drink, you and Yuki stayed together the whole night, and you let him know hours before. Was it Yuki? Now that you’re think about it, he has been frowning more it seemed like every time you brought up their name-

The pieces are starting to fit together now.

Oh my Diavolo.

You couldn’t stop the words escaping from your mouth before you could realize it.

“Lucifer, are you jealous?”

He choked in the middle of his sentence, and the room went quiet. You’re pretty sure that you can’t even hear him breathing, and his face just went entirely blank, no expression whatsoever.

Oh no, you broke him-

A gust of wind erupted, so strong that you had to shield your eyes for a second, and when you removed your arm, you were met with massive black wings and a very enraged demon.

“Excuse me?”

You stepped back until you stumbled onto the bed, as he stalks closer and closer to you.

“Care to repeat yourself?”

You knew better than to respond, and you felt frozen on the bed. You also know that Lucifer won’t attack or try to kill you, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he has moments where he’s very intimidating, one of those moments being now.

He’s looking down at you like a predator would to its captured prey, his ruby eyes glowing deviously in the dim room. He didn’t stop moving until he was on top of you, caging you in.

“Me? Jealous?” He scoffed. “I am the Avatar of Pride, the most powerful being in this house, yet you assume that I’m jealous of a demon that’s beneath me? You insult me, MC.”

He took hold of your chin, “Do you not remember what I said when we made the pact? You are mine and mine alone. Not anyone else’s, but mine.”

You felt like your nerves were getting the best of you, but you couldn’t force yourself to tear away as he leaned closer. He sealed his lips against yours in a heated kiss, one that you gladly accepted, not before uttering the words that made your heart race even faster.

“Maybe I should remind you of who you belong to, hm?”

—-

“Had a fun night, MC?”

“Yeah, it was”, you coughed in your hand. “Very nice, very fun. We had a great time.”

“Hmmmmm...you and Yuki or you and Lucifer?”

“Asmo!”

He giggled, “I’m just saying dear. I don’t sense the pent-up sexual frustration from Lucifer anymore, and he seems back to normal and even relaxed. Though I must say MC, I wish that you had spent the night in my bed instead.”

“Of course you do Asmo.”

“Besides, I would have covered your hickeys much better-”

“ASMO-”

“MC, are you ready?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear has never been more true than now, as Lucifer appeared behind you both, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yes, sorry.”

“Eh? Where are you two going?”

“Out.”

“And without me?!”

“Yes. Now, leave us be”. Lucifer moved his hand from your shoulder to your own hand, leading you both out the door. You two had plans for the day after the...eye-opening talk from last night, and he didn’t want to waste anymore time than he already had.

Bonus:

Asmo waited until he heard the door click, and then quickly whipped out his D.D.D. to text Yuki. He knew that the plan was going to be a success! A tense Lucifer made things more difficult for everyone, and he has too much pride to open his mouth so he decided to step in and team up with Yuki, who already knew about the whole ordeal.

Lucifer was already on the edge of snapping and letting his primal instincts take over anyway, so Asmo just gave him a little push in the right direction.

Thank Diavolo the plan worked, or else it would be hell for them both. He did owe Yuki some exposure on his socials in exchange for this and backing off of you now, but it was well worth the trouble.