#musings :: about :: wylan

[dcviated]

Would anyone (ie @orderbourne / @tsuzukerukoto) believe me if I said Wylan's had a kamen rider influence since before I watched the series? It struck me the other day- that the ancient T.okyo G.houl verse I wrote for him (used like twice, mostly over banter with @cloudpools) he had an ukaku kagune that I intentionally modelled after a rider's scarf...

[dcviated]

The kiss leaves him in a blissful daze. Yet again. Once again. Ever and ever again. Leaving his senses in that strange addicting wonder. Sonia may lower herself away, but he chases after. Peppering in at least two between her words, where he could. As she may let him. This really was their first date, as he thought about it. At least, the first honest one. Where feelings and intentions were open. There wasn't the cat and mouse as usually he applied to conversations.

When he agrees with her. He means it. When he thanks her. It's not a lull into another stage. He means that too. When he follows her, he wants her to know that he's beside her.

Though, that's perhaps a little crowded, when applied to an escalator. Still, he pulls it off, going so far as to take the next step to get a little more height on her. His arms wrapping down as they grip the handrail. She's so damn cute. There's a light in her eyes and watching how it dances when she looks about and points out the various locations? He can just watch that. On and on. Watch her. Admire her.

Sonia navigates with experience. Wylan follows with purpose.

"Is it a smart choice to try some of everything? It may be hard to believe, but even I probably have my limits for caffeine. I hold my liquor, I don't quite so carefully on to my excitement. I was serious that one time, when I said I think a collar would be nice. And you never struck me as someone against holding a leash." The assassin smirks, flashing a look with his eyes. Maybe not so bright, but definitely rivaling any look she could make as far as zeal.

"Nah. I'll just get uhhh. One of these coffees here. The chocolate? It's no good. It's not the Swiss that I happen to prefer." Now he's just being smug, baiting another reaction- but before she could fuss too much his arm- the one not laden with a beverage once it was procured- has taken her close, fondly. "Bahaha~ c'mon. We got all day, don't we? Lets take our time and enjoy this in a good spot."

"I don't mind sights. Though I have been ignoring pretty much everything we've walked past, honestly. What were we here for again?? I just feel like showing off my girlfriend, now."

Perhaps he's just doing this on purpose. Maybe he's baiting the security to shuffle in closer if he starts making the beginning of a scene...

Sonia shrugged, more out of unawareness than boredom. Just the prospect of riding a roller coaster was enough to make her smile: the speeds, the drops, the turns, the loops! Feeling like she was flying with every possibility for danger. She wouldn't deny that she was partly influenced by Final Destination 3 (one of the best of the series, of course). "I suppose so, if simply because I shall forfeit plenty of money to ride as many as possible! Again and again!" Years of being denied trips to amusement parks had taken their toll: if a mall or, say, even a hotel had a roller coaster in them, Sonia would make it a point to visit.

She blushed at his words though, unable to stop the heat blooming over her cheeks as he shared his feelings with her. As he'd done the night before, and she had yet to tire of it. She had a hunch she never would, her heart skipping a beat in both affection and anticipation. A quick cursory glance in the men's shoe department and then she was up on her tiptoes, pressing a soft, quick kiss to Wylan's lips.

"Sometimes it is prudent to act first and ask for forgiveness later, or you may never truly live at all," She told him gently after lowering herself to the ground, her gaze never leaving his. "You taught me that, you know. Setting off on an adventure, no matter how big or small. It could be as simple as an arcade in Tokyo or as complicated as distracting my handlers and smuggling me onto a commercial plane bound for Las Vegas. I have loved them all, and you."

There was so much to him that she loved, even his warning that he'd get handsy if they kept this up. She grinned, a step ahead of him in that regard: her hand had reached out for his, entwining their fingers. That was one hand occupied, exactly where she wanted it. "Vegas is near the top of the list," She agreed, "But I think the more pressing adventure is one for coffee and clean clothes. Thankfully this 'cathedral of capitalism,' as you call it, has both: though the former is best in the other building. Come on, I'll show you."

Sonia navigated the floors of the men's store with ease, perhaps too much ease. If asked though, she'd explain that she often helped her cousins pick out things when their paths crossed in Paris and neither of them wanted to suffer the 'approved' tailors for fear of looking boring and stuffy. But she led them up several floors and through the contemporary menswear department to a bridge crossing over a side street. "To more easily access the main building," She explained as they crossed, smiling as they entered the largest of the three department stores: the womens and gift building. The grandest, too: Sonia glanced up for a moment at the stained glass dome in the large atrium at the center, all the floors arranged in a circular pattern around it, before leading him along to another elevator bank, taking to the highest floor it reached: a luxury gift hall, cafeteria, cafe, and, of all things, an ice cream parlor.

"You can buy expensive French chocolate, coffee, and tea to take with you, but I think purchasing a hot drink or an ice cream is best," Sonia advised, though she led the way to the counter service cafe. "There is a flight of stairs leading up to The Terrace from this floor: I thought a coffee with one of the best views of Paris would be a nice way to start the morning." Or give him an idea of what it would take to scale the outside of one of the oldest department stores in Paris. She wouldn't put it past him: either way, it would be entertaining.

[petertingle-yipyip]

GUILTY AS SIN - KAZ BREKKER

//don’t ask me what this is dawg, i thought of it forever ago and wrote it half asleep and threw on an ending. leave me alone//

Pairing: Kaz x Crow!Reader

Word Count: 2,119

Summary: The little Songbird. A silly nickname for the Crow that likes to sing at the Club. When debuting a very personal, very specific song, the muse of that song - who isn’t supposed to know - is intrigued by the performance.

You were seated at the piano bench with Wylan while Jesper was bleeding fabric of color on the floor. You tapped your pencil against the notepad in your lap while Wylan played the same chords on the piano.

“I can’t get this chorus!” You groaned.

“What’s this song about? That Merchant’s son?” Jesper asked idly and you had to resist throwing your pencil at him.

“No, she’s writing about Kaz.” Wylan answered.

You whacked his arm with the notepad and he laughed.

“Just play the notes again.” You grumbled.

He was right, of course. Everyone knew of your crush on Kaz. It had started when you were younger and you figured you’d grow out of it. His cruelty seemed to guarantee it, yet he was kind enough to you. He was a very confusing man, especially as he grew into the feared Barrel Boss.

But still, your heart yearned and who were you to deny it?

You let your crush exist, burning under your skin when he was around. When you met his eyes in the crowded Club, your pulse jumped. When you two were partnered for a job, your nerves were electrified. When he spoke to you, you melted. Oh Saints, were you in deep.

Wylan, with a grin still plastered on his face, began the notes. You hummed along, finding the general flow of syllables.

“What if he’s written mine on my upper thigh, only in my mind?” Your voice drifted with the music and Wylan nodded along.

“One slip and falling back into the hedge maze. Oh, what a way to die.” Jesper added from the floor.

“I keep recalling things we never did.”

“Messy top lip kiss.” Jesper teased. He was lucky your legs weren’t long enough to kick him past Wylan.

“How I long for our trysts.” Wylan continued and you pinched him, making him yelp.

“Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?” You finished then squealed in delight. “I like that!”

“You should be more honest though.” Jesper said, standing and leaning on the piano. Your brows furrowed and he grinned.

You suddenly regretted his input.

“You should say something about wanting to bed him.” He laughed and you stood calmly. Wylan leaned out of the way and let you fully whack Jesper on the arm.

The boys laughed and you shook your head with a smile as you jotted down the lyrics you all came up with. You worked through the next verse with them and started a bridge. You adjusted a few lines in the chorus when it rolled around a second time, then found your favorite line.

I choose you and me, religiously.

You has chosen to be at Kaz’s side every time, without fail. You wondered if he noticed, then doubted he paid that much attention.

Later that week, there were no upcoming jobs to prepare for. There was no fight to ready yourself for. There was hardly any opposition since Pekka Rollins disappeared. So you found yourself, and friends, falling into your usual downtime routines.

Nina and Matthias playfully argued about something trivial. Wylan and Jesper made nonsense bets with each other, occasionally roping in Nina and Matthias, that usually ended with owing the other a drink or some treat. Kaz was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t entirely unusual.

And you took to the stage.

Wylan had done several copies of the music for the few members of the band you recruited. While they played, you sang and lightly danced. You captivated the crowd, watching the women giggle and exchange glances at your lyrics. It seemed like they all had their own versions of that special type of crush.

The lyric change for the second chorus came up and you watched Jesper’s reaction specifically.

“My bedsheets are ablaze. I’ve screamed his name. Building up like waves, crashing over my grave.”

Jesper nearly spit out his drink and you grinned.

The grin quickly fell away and your body went ice cold when you noticed who had slid into the booth with your friends.

Kaz Brekker.

“I choose you and me, religiously.”

You finished your song and curtised to your applauding crowd. You smiled kindly before you hopped off the stage. Jesper was whistling loudly and waving

you over but you shook your head. You hid behind your hand to make your way through the dense crowd, making yourself scarce for the rest of the night.

Finally, though unsure how, you made it back to your room. The laces of your bodice had felt suffocating tight all night after seeing Kaz so as soon as your door shut, you pulled at the ends and took a deep breath.

You had sang in front of Kaz before. He said you had talent the first time he heard, and he was the one who offered you the stage whenever you wanted it. But singing that song in front him felt like you were holding a large sign that said “IM IN LOVE WITH YOU” with a bright red arrow pointing to yourself.

What else was he to think?

I dream of cracking locks = Kaz.

Without ever touching his skin = Kaz.

Every single lyric felt like an allusion to Kaz and you felt

stupider than ever.

You changed into something to sleep in and had just gotten the flush to leave your skin when a quick knock sounded at your door. You groaned quietly and flopped back onto your bed when you called for them to enter. You folded your arms under your head and stared at the ceiling as they came in. The door shut gently behind them, then a few seconds later, the bed dipped with their weight as they sat near your feet.

“If you’ve come to gloat about your lyric suggestion, I’m going to shove you off with my foot.” You warned, assuming it was Jesper.

You were wrong.

“Is that how you welcome all your guests?” He asked and you bolted upright.

You nearly collided with him but he seemed unfazed.

“I was expecting Jesper.” You admitted.

“He was very excited about your lyrics.” He nodded. “You gave him quite the ego boost.”

You groaned and fell back against your mattress again.

“Why are you here?” You asked the ceiling.

“Your song…”

“My song.” You sighed, closing your eyes in embarrassment and to brace yourself for his berating. “It wasn’t something you were meant to hear.”

“I assumed as much when you practically ran from the Club stage.” He agreed, tapping his cane rhythmically against the floor.

“Yes, well, I don’t exactly enjoy being mortified.”

“Though I’m not sure why you ran from me.”

Did he really not put it together?

You sat up on your elbows and gave him a dumbfounded expression. You doubted Kaz Brekker couldn’t figure out the truth behind your song, so you decided you’d play dumb too. The Saints themselves wouldn’t be able

to get you to outright admit to that song being very much so about Kaz, so there’s no way he would get it out of you easily.

“That song was very vulnerable.” You carefully admitted, watching for a reaction but getting nothing. “You weren’t supposed to know.”

“Seemed like you wanted someone to know.”

“Not specifically.” You mumbled. “I blame Jesper and Wylan. They helped me write it and then convinced me to sing it…”

He nodded slightly and you let out a sigh. You pushed yourself to sit up and crossed your legs in front of you. Kaz shifted slightly and intently looked at your expression. You had both lips between your teeth with your brows raised, waiting for him to say something.

“Did you like the song, at least?” You finally asked.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile. “I’ve never heard anything like it.”

You refrained from swatting him with your pillow. Instead, you huffed and rolled your eyes.

“You do realize that could be both insult and compliment, right?”

That half smile grew a little wider and that time, you did hit him with the pillow.

“Jackass.” You laughed and tucked your pillow into your lap.

“Tell me.” He said. “You said ‘there’s no such thing as bad thoughts.’ Did you write that line?”

You nodded. “My sister told me that when we were little, before she was recruited for the Second Army… I was struggling with my first crush and she said that it was okay to think things about people. It mainly mattered what I did with those thoughts.”

“And who do you have thoughts about now?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You pursed your lips and looked down at your scrunched pillow in your lap. It was the perfect opportunity to tell him, you recognized that, but that would mean telling him. The weight of the secret coming off your shoulders was tempting, but the fear of losing your current relationship gripped your heart tightly.

You two didn’t have the same closeness as you did with Wylan or Jesper. You could tell those two anything. Often times you did. But you and Kaz had an unspoken understanding to watch the other’s back. You never feared walking the Barrel or pissing someone off - unusually unintentionally - because you knew Kaz was there for you. In turn, Kaz knew he could depend on you for your part of the job or just your support for his death defying plans.

You were the first to agree to the Ice Court and you two had been an unexpectedly natural pair ever since.

“A man that I'll never quite get over, I fear.” You answered vaguely. “But I doubt I’ll ever truly have.”

“Then he’s a fool.” He said honestly, but the look on his face told you he hadn’t meant to say it.

“No.” You smiled softly. “It’s just… different. He’s different and complicated. I’d choose him and I if I had the chance.”

You were ignoring the fact that you did, in fact, have the chance.

“Complicated…” Kaz repeated.

“Among other things. But that’s one of the things about him.” You looked at your hands rather than him. “He’s clever and caring, but in a ‘I’d rather yell at you for being reckless than tell you I care about your life’ kind of way. And he does these subtle things to show he pays attention and he listens, but if you ever bring it up to him, he’ll deny it. He’s tough to get through to, but if you mean something to him, Saints, he’d burn Ketterdam to the ground to protect you.”

“And you feel guilty having these feelings for him?”

You looked up at him. “Not exactly… It’s more about whether or not I should feel guilty for thinking of him like that.”

“Because you think it's unrequited?”

“I’m almost sure it is. I’ve never seen him have feelings for anyone, except one woman, and it’s not the same with me.” You shook your head sadly.

“Y/N.” He hesitated.

Your brows furrowed. You’d never seen Kaz hesitate.

“You alright, Kaz?” You reached a hand for his arm, a gesture you did with the rest of the Crows without hesitation, then thought the better of it. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re wrong.” He answered carefully.

That answer cleared up nothing.

“About why he treats you differently.” He continued while staring at his hands and you listened quietly, trying to figure out what on earth the man was talking about. “It’s not because he doesn’t care. It’s because he cares about you and that frightens him. Last time he cared about someone, he still lost her. He doesn’t want the same to happen with you.”

“What are you…” You trailed off. Then it hit you. “Oh.”

His hand landed on your leg.

“How did you know?” You asked, not knowing if you should be excited or embarrassed.

Probably both. Both felt right.

“You weren’t exactly subtle.” He joked and you picked up the pillow to whack him again. “And Jesper told me.”

“Saints, that man can run his mouth.” You complained. “I’m going to stop telling him things.”

“Am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?” Kaz repeated your lyrics to you. “To have these feelings about you? To have these thoughts about you?”

“Someone told me there’s no such thing as bad thoughts.” You smiled slightly at him.

It’d be a trial to date Kaz. You always figured it would be, considering his temper and violent tendencies and touch aversion. But the look in his eyes, open and pleading, had you immediately choosing to try.

I choose you and me, religiously. 

Your smile grew a little wider when you felt his finger moving against your leg. 

M-I-N-E

[jackwolfes]

@febuwhump day 22: "grab the little one" Wylan & Plumje | Six of Crows | TW: Past Abuse febuwhump masterlist

It’s a nice house, Wylan supposes. The corners are free of cobwebs and the furniture, while not exactly to Wylan’s tastes, is nice enough. He’s been sleeping on that bed for the better part of a day now and is decently satisfied with how comfortable it is. There’s an en-suite bathroom and a window, too, which opens out to let in fresh air alongside its passable view of the Kerch countryside. 

All told, there are much worse places one could spend when one has been kidnapped. 

Wylan really just wishes that he wasn’t locked in a room with his five year old sister.

“I’m bored.”

It takes all of Wylan’s effort not to pinch the bridge of his nose.

She’s only five, he tells himself, it isn’t her fault we’re in this mess. 

And even if it was Plumje’s fault that they have been kidnapped, Wylan can hardly hold that against her. No, this is the administrative cock-up of half-rate criminals who have not seemed to realise that their father will not be paying anyone for his children’s ransom. 

Wylan takes a breath and puts on a smile that feels more chipper than he has the energy to maintain. “Why don’t we play another game?” 

Plumje looks at him warily, not seeming very chipper either. “I don't want to. I want to go home.” 

“We’ll be home soon. Why don’t we pretend to be princesses again?” 

“How do you know we'll be home soon?” 

Wylan manages not to roll his eyes. “Because Jesper is going to come to get us.” He hopes so, at least. “You remember Jesper, don’t you? He made you that doll. The green one.” 

Plumje's brow creases. “Is Jesper your best friend?”

“I… suppose so.”

“Mummy says that Mister Adem is her best friend.” 

Wylan bites his bottom lip, fighting against every urge he has to burst into laughter. “Is he?” 

“Yes. I like Mister Adem, he brings me dolls too. They aren't green, though.”  

“I'm sure Jesper would make you—” 

But before he can muse about what type of toy Jesper might attempt to make, the door to their room opens. 

Plumje perks up with childish naivety. Wylan’s hand clenches into a fist, heart beginning to kick in his chest. 

At the door a man leers, dressed not in Barrel flash but the unwelcome black of a mercher’s henchman. Saints only know whose, or what they want with their hostages, but Wylan doesn’t trust the lecherous smile on his face. 

Quite right not too, it seems, when the man says, “Boss told me to grab the little one.” 

The words don't register in Wylan's head at first; he simply isn’t used to having to look out for people who can't take care of themselves. That is why he braces for hands on his body when the man approaches, and why he is caught so off guard when their captor goes for his little sister. 

Plumje lets out the most ungodly loud scream Wylan has ever heard in his life. 

The man who grabbed her startles — Wylan might have done the same thing, once, but two years with her mother's singing and a habit for bomb making has steeled his nerves plenty. 

The past two years have also been spent at the side of a man with absolutely no impulse control, which is to say that Wylan thinks of Jesper’s rash recklessness and little else when he decides to throw himself at his sister's captor. 

The three of them go down in a heap. Plumje screams again, somehow even louder. There's a thud of fists, and the familiar wail of a battered child, and Wylan sees red. 

He doesn't think. It is like watching a moving painting through glass, and after it all Wylan won't really be able to put words to what he does next. 

Truthfully, he's still thinking about Jesper. It's hard not to think of Jesper when there's a gun in the mix. 

But chaos is rife and gives Wylan an opportunity. He grabs the man’s gun from his holster, cocks it, aims, and shoots him in the head. 

The sound reverberates through the room, shattering glass. Against the plush furnishings and expensive curtains, it feels odd and unwelcome. 

For a very long moment, the ringing in his ears does not subside, but when it does Wylan registers the sound of sobbing. 

The gun slides free from his fingers and hits the stone floor with a clunk. It's hardly safe, but his one and only priority now is Plumje. 

She throws herself into his arms before he can even sit up properly. Without thinking Wylan wraps his arms around her frame, pulling her into himself.

“It's okay,” he says, muffling the words into her curly blonde hair. “You're fine, see? And I am too. It was a loud noise, but it's over now.” 

Plumje weeps loudly into his chest, small fists clinging tightly onto the torn fabric of his shirt. Wylan can't imagine she'll let go any time soon, but the thought of forcing her to makes his chest ache. 

He used to grip his mother's skirts when he was just a boy, tighter than ever when a new tutor came to teach him. Fear, locked into a white-knuckled grip. Had he tried that with his father's coattails he'd have likely have his fingers broken, but he never dared. 

Wylan kisses the top of Plumje’s head, hugging her tighter against his chest. 

Still crying, Plumje allows herself to be lifted into the air without complaint. Wylan keeps his hand on the back of Plumje head to make sure she doesn't see any more blood than she already has. He pauses only to liberate the gun he dropped earlier and tuck it into his trousers, then   carefully toes open the door to their room. 

“I thought you said Jesper was going to come get us,” Plumje mumbles, words barely intelligible through snot and tears. 

“Well, sometimes plans change. Now let's play the quiet game, hm?” 

“Mummy doesn't play that one very much. She isn't very good at it.” 

“No,” Wylan sighs, “Jesper isn't either.”

[psychcdelica]

Anonymous asked: So, I'm curious, what AITSF ships do you like, love, hate or don't like? Any you fancy writing?

Ships solely within the AITSF verse, or ones I've made through RP in my AITSF verse? I assume the former but I'll answer as both, teehee. As for the ships I like, I'd have to say Date and Hitomi are really cute together, especially considering their daughters are friends - that said Date lost some points when he went AWOL for another 6 years and made Hitomi wait for 12 years in total, smh. I do happen to have a singleship for Hitomi with @shajaah 's Date. I suppose Lien and Kizuna are kinda cute, though a little disappointed that Kizuna ended up being uhm, more interested in love and not having much character, but we can fix that with RP. Then there's Gen and Amame another cute potential couple, I like them better as friends but I wouldn't be surprised if they end up being canon in a later game.

In regards to ships I love, just to upset the people a one-sided, unrequited love that Boss has for Date which has the potential to give Boss character development with another potential romance which would be fun to explore further. With the ships of characters who are in Ai: The Somnium files, or have a built verse through roleplay, (In which I love them all), I am an absolute sucker for Wylan (@dcviated ) and Sae and the big buildup of that relationship over the course of years between Bear and I. I would die on the hill for Zack (@shajaah ) and Ritsuko, and their cute workplace romance along with his dog and her snake. For Amame, she's had the pleasure of meeting and eventually dating Jin (@orderbourne), falling in love with his cat (and Jin loving her cat), to his workmates meeting and teasing him about his new romantic interest and Shin (@thebreakfastmuses) and his patience and understanding towards Amame and her plight, which started as his dislike for her line of work and all that entails. Anyway, there's a few, there's a few ships which have developed into the AITSF verse, but I won't include those for now.

In regards to ships I don't like, Hmmm, not sure - I didn't like the Tearer/Amame ship art I saw so that? I don't particularly rate Ota and Iris as a ship either, but each to their own I suppose. When it comes to writing ships, I like to think I'm fairly open with them, I do have my single-ship muses but that's through extensive development between myself and the other writer. I hope that answers your questions!

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ooc. Seems like it is partner day in Japan so happy partner day to y'all especially the mvps who tolerate my random shenanigans and weird "your thoughts" messages at weird times (probably your time since timezone is a thing and it is a bich sorry not sorry teehee)

To chrom's partners. I loaf you. So much. Like. How is it possible that you allowed your muses to partner up with guy? Idk I wouldn't --lies. Jk thanks guys. Shout out to Chris and Rebecca for digging up most random aus to write with Chrom AND WONDERFUL BIG HAPPY FAMILY YEHAW PAPA HUNTER MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH. Shout out to Shay and Takako for being the cutest deadly combo to me and krumb. Shout out to Zero and Lacie for destroying chrom's innocence (KEEP IT GOING PLEASE). Shout out to Konkon and Robin for not killing Chrom ...yet.thanks really he is idiot and he tots does not learn his lesson and he will not mind drinking poison if she made it cuz love does not ki--- *turns into a cat* Nyan ...~ Shout out to Bear and Eira for ....erm...um...ma'am.plessepleaspleasepleasepleasepleaeeonemorehugpleasepleasepleaseonemorekissplease jk no really ma'am have mercy on this man's soul he is puppy.how to fix this man's happy go lucky attitude and be more court responsible thanks Eira for berating him when needed mwah~ Shout out to Core and Robin for being good sports about everything I throw at them literally a lot of what if *insert angst awakening plot because I can* thanks for sending back angst then floof and seggs. Shout out to besties partners Isaac, Zech&Sora, Wylan, Bossboss, AND EMMERYN NEESAA EEEEE BUBZ THANKS FOR BIG SISTER MWAAAAAH ALSO SAINT KING BUDDY ALMONDEH! little sister Azalea!! And ofc princess rinae too~ seriously everyone thank you. If I didn't mention your name please forgive me I'm writing this at the speed of light so I can get back to ... correcting exams sobs. But I love y'all. Thank you for making me keep this blue man alive despite not having any awakening rpers and general interest in a blue man with sword lol. Yeeehaaawwwww DONT THINK I FORGOT YOU WARS EHEHEHEHEHEHEE WAAAARSSSS MMM WARS AKIRA GRAN EIGHT EMU ALL MINE MINE MINE MINE GEHEHEHEHEHE

Thanks guys!

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fics that have forever altered my brain chemistry

(organized by fandom)

Batman/DC

Bruce Wayne Must Die by LususRex

graphic violence

Jason Todd & Harvey Dent, Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne, have you ever looked at the bat family and wondered if they could become 95% more dysfunctional?, turns out they can, father-son relationships, you know I love a stand-in father figure

Word Count: 58877 words. 18/18 chapters.

Summary:

Harvey Dent makes two promises. First, to Bruce Wayne, to protect Jason Todd should he ever cross paths with him. Second, to Jason Todd, to help him find and kill a now-missing Bruce Wayne. It's supposed to be a quick partnership. Unfortunately for them, they have a lot in common.

what you're longing for (you claim to abhor) by ghost-bxrd

Violence (mostly canon-typical, but there are some graphic-er parts)

They're All Good Siblings, Identity Reveal, jason pretends to be a hallucination, the bats get kidnapped far too many times to be healthy for them but it's ✨for the plot✨, the batfam has a collective identity crisis about Red Hood, Hurt/Comfort, oops Jason accidentally got emotionally attached to someone he's supposed to hate

Word Count: 52036 words. 12/12 chapters

Summary:

He smiles, all teeth, “Come on Replacement, I even got to the door with both legs busted. This should be nothing.” “You’re right. Jason… Jason wouldn’t have given up. He would fight, I can still—“ The boy wobbles, and Jason has to suppress the mortifying impulse to jump to his aid. “I can still fight. Batman needs me.” “That’s a terrible idea,” he muses aloud, and if there’s a hint of real concern somewhere under all the roiling green, well, nobody can prove it.

aka. the not-actual-hallucination Jason Todd tries the less hands on approach to getting revenge. It ends up backfiring spectacularly.

aka. the non traditional way to (reluctantly) reintegrate into the family after being dead, coming back to life, and becoming a crime lord, Jason "Red Hood" Todd edition

Grishaverse

read me poetry by dead men by demigodbeautiies

Major Character Death (but like, he's already dead)

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, background Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, ghosts, ghosts only exist in the moments they are remembered, Non-Linear Narrative, Hurt Hurt Hurt Hurt/Comfort, this one will leave you actually sobbing, implied sexual content

Word Count: 16792 words. 1/1 chapter

Summary:

Wylan suits bright colours better than anything else: especially the warm tones that bring out the gold shine in his hair. He doesn’t look good in black.

Or: Jesper watches the living carry on without him.

origami butterflies by focacciaherbs

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Background Nina/Matthias, road trips with a stranger, first meeting, modern au, miscommunications, so much bickering, Jan Van Ick is a terrible father but karma catches up to him eventually, implied sexual content (not really)

Word Count: 54536 words. 8/8 chapters

Summary:

“Are you Jesper Fahey?” Just say no, Jesper thinks as he stares at the man in front of him. Deny it and drive off.  “Yeah, that’s me.” He sighs. “Get in.”

or: as part of a job for kaz, jesper agrees to drive a weird, annoying, definitely not at all attractive stranger across the country. shenanigans ensue.

Only One Reasonable Plea by Frick6101719

fear of noncon (it doesn't happen, and Kaz never has that intention, but Inej is very convinced that it might for a moment)

Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Inej's early days in the Dregs, she also gets a better explanation of her contract with the dregs, Kaz is trying his best to be a good boss but he is just so confused and emotionally incompetent sometimes

Word Count: 3883 words. 1/1 chapter

Summary:

Inej realises that she was so eager to leave the Menagerie she neglected to ask a few important questions about just what her duties as a Dreg would be, and what exactly her new boss expects from her.

a good myth is hard to kill by MajorGodComplex

Kaz Brekker/Darkling, Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker/Jesper Fahey (kind of), Sun Summoner Kaz, Canon-Typical Violence, Mostly Kazling, unhealthy relationships, the slowest of burns (death threats are involved), Kaz learns how to open up to people the hard way, meanwhile the Darkling is busy gaslight-gatekeep-girlbossing, no seriously is gets bad, the Crows have so many shenanigans, oh and Nikolai is there too I guess

Word Count: 231561 words. 97/97 chapters

Summary:

“Kaz Brekker…Sun Summoner...I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” “Hope that means you’ve built patience, then, because I anticipate you’re going to wait a fair bit more.”

Kaz is the Sun Summoner, and boy is he pissed about it.

I had a hunger, a mouthful of interludes by TheMysteriousL

non-linear narrative, ok what if Kaz was a creepy litte goth boy and Aleks was simply flabbergasted by this, no inej/kaz romance

Word Count: 19,452 words. 14/20 chapters.

Inej had not heard him, but of course she hadn’t. Kaz was not a being of flesh and blood, although he appeared to be so most of the time. He could pass through floors and walls as if they were not there; there was no reason for him to make the slightest noise. He called her his Wraith, but she sometimes wondered if he was being mocking when he called her that. Compared to him, she must be very blundering.

Or that story where Kaz isn't human and the phrase "The deal is the deal" is a lot more binding than most people realize.

I will probably add to this...

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Greenie's Masterlist — Come & join the party <3

About Me:

Call me Greenie-it’s a Bowie reference.

I'm a 20-something lesbian virgo, triple earth sign, eternal-student, Donna Tartt enthusiast, 90's alt rock enthusiast, record-collector, & fic writer.

This blog doesn't have a specific theme... I go wherever the muses take me. Below you'll find links to & descriptions of all of my fics sorted by fandom.

Link to my AO3

Stories:

The Bear:

Rules For (fake) Dating an Italian 🇮🇹 - Sydney/Carmy. Complete, WC: 100K.

WANTED: Female, aged 20-30, to be my date for Christmas eve dinner with my Italian family. Must be willing to eat my mom’s cooking. No physical intimacy required. No strings attached—I will drive you home after. 4pm-10pm, 12/24. Salary negotiable. Call Carmen: (773) 555-0901.

OR: The one in which Sydney just needs a job, and Carmy will die before he proves Richie right.

Yellowjackets:

As You Wish ⚔️ - Taissa/Van. In progress.

“You don’t have to call me princess every time you speak to me, you know,” Taissa says. “You can call me by my name.”

“As you wish, princess,” Van says.

Taissa & Van medieval princess x knight AU.

Carrot Flowers 🥕 - Taissa/Van. Complete, WC: 30K.

Taissa finds out Van is a lesbian and she is so, so normal about it!

(a no-crash high school Taivan origin story <3)

Wretched Things 🔥 - Jackie/Shauna, Taissa/Van, Lottie/Natalie. Complete, WC: 260K

It’s been five years since Shauna Sadecki volunteered for Jackie Taylor at the Reaping and won the 45th Hunger Games. Now, at the second annual Quarter Quell, everyone who has been previously Reaped is eligible to be thrown back into the arena. That includes former best friends Lottie and Natalie, and former lovers Van and Taissa.

(aka, me offering up another Yellowjackets Hunger Games AU)

The Killing of a Sacred Doe 🦌 - Lottie/Natalie, Jackie/Shauna, Tai/Van, (minor Natalie/Jackie). Complete. WC: 130K.

Natalie nods slowly.

“So this… this is a cult. You’re all… ritualistic murderers?”

Lottie scoffs.

“Well,” she says. “We really prefer to think of them as intentional sacrifices.”

Natalie enrolls in college to get away from home after her father dies, but she quickly becomes obsessed with a strange, cult-like group of English students on campus, led by Lottie Matthews.

Inspired by The Secret History by Donna Tartt.

let the light in 🖤 - Van/Taissa. Complete, WC: 5k.

“Take me home, please, Van.”

Taissa’s words are soft. Not a question, just a destination. They have always been heading here.

(Post finale getting-back-together fic)

Six of Crows / Shadow & Bone:

angelum mortis amo 🪽 - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 45k.

Jesper and Wylan are both hitmen from rival gangs. Wylan tries to kill Jesper. It goes about as well as you might expect.

(Featuring crazy-in-love Wylan Van Eck, flirting-at-gunpoint Jesper Fahey, and mob boss Kaz Brekker).

Show Me Yours 🐦‍⬛ - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 20k.

Wylan's past abuse hovers over him like a shadow. Jesper's gambling addiction binds him like a chain. But as they grow closer, it turns out secrets can melt like ice in the right kind of warmth.

(A character study of TV show-Wylan & Jesper & the way their backstories could factor into the progression of their relationship).

Stranger Things:

Star Star ✨ - Steve/Eddie (minor Chrissy/Robin). Complete, WC: 93K.

Rock band AU in which Robin, Eddie, Jonathan, Nancy, and Chrissy play in a band, and Steve has no choice but to hang out with the most annoying frontman in the world, Eddie Munson. Things escalate when they're forced to pretend they're in a relationship.

Modern AU, fake-dating (kind of).

I Buried a Hatchet (it's coming up lavender) 🪓 - Robin/Nancy (minor Steve/Eddie). Complete, WC: 60K.

Vecna nearly killed Robin before Nancy could take him out for good. Luckily, Robin's too stubborn to die, and Nancy's too stubborn to let her. Nursing her back to health, Nancy soon begins to question the feelings that almost losing Robin awoke in her.

In which Nancy has to do everything herself, compulsory heterosexuality is a bitch, and Robin Buckley is more charming than she thinks she is.

A League of Their Own:

It's Rotten Work 💐 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 10K.

Nobody's ever taken care of Jess McCready.

Not until she met Lupe García, anyway.

(In which Jess is oblivious, Lupe is romantic, and both of them are a little bit confused.)

Devour What's Truly Yours 🏴‍☠️ written in collaboration with the lovely @somebodytoundress - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 37K.

Lupe Garcia had planned to go down with her pirate ship when it was raided by Spanish soldiers one dreadful night. Bleeding out on the deck, she accepted her fate—until an infamous ghostly captain with no name and a haunting face rescued her from the burning ship and nursed her back to health. With no ship, no crew, and no fortune, the solution is clear for Lupe. She‘s going to kill this captain and take over her crew so she may return to ruling the seas. And she’s definitely not going to fall in love with her.

Simply Elegant 🚬 - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 7K.

Lupe is the most popular jock in school.

Jess is a burnout weed dealer.

Lupe goes to Jess to buy weed for a party, and things progress from there.

Bein' Good Isn't Always Easy ⛪️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 32K.

The hottest part of summer, working in a guitar shop in the heart of Texas, Jess has the worst sunburn of her life. And she has the hots for the preacher’s daughter. She’s not sure which is worse.

Sing Me to Sleep 🌃 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 5K.

Lupe's past comes back to haunt her on the anniversary of an important date.

Jess tries to understand. They fall a bit deeper in love.

Slice of life.

Keep Your Electric Eye on Me, Babe ⚡️- Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 4K.

Five times Jess caught Lupe's eye when she shouldn't have + one time Lupe did something about it.

Fever With Thy Flaming Youth 🌡️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 2.5K.

Estí gets the flu. Jess & Lupe take care of her.

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Please ask first! We can discuss details.

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As long as it's legal and no one is profiting off of it, go wild, send pictures when you're done!

Why haven't you updated (insert fic)?

Either I lost interest in it for some reason, or I got really excited about something else & intend to return to it, or I have something personal going on & can't write as much. Sorry!

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PLEASE make fan art of my fic. Please send it to me when you're done so I can share it!!!!

[dcviated]

Here are teams for some of my other muses.

Wylan

Raguna

Eira

And because Bubblez asked-

Armstrong

[melwritessillystuff]

heyy!!! i saw your asks were open and was wondering if you could write kaz x fem!reade? like, she's a thief and a grisha and she kept stealing kaz's coat's button for shits and giggles because nobody dares to mess with kaz and she wants to prove everyone wrong, and she thinks that kaz doesn't know who steals it but he actually does because of the little shit he is (🤭)

i totally get it if you're busy or don't want to write it, no pressure!! 🫶🏻

CONGRATS ON BEING MY FIRST REQUEST!!!!!!!

anyway im screaming because i love this idea

so ask, and you shall receive 😋

summary: reader tries (and kinda succeeds) to prove a point.

a/n: swearing, oblivious idiots in love (very subtle), use of y/n like once, reader is fem!, not proofread and lower case is intended!

the writing lowkey sucks on this one and i don’t like the point of view but oh well

(reader is a fabrikator because it makes sense)

buttons - kaz brekker

being a fabrikator and a member of kaz’s crew had its perks. for example, messing with kaz himself. everyone assumed that it was impossible to outsmart kaz, or pick his pocket. but you were on a mission to prove them wrong.

you started out small, by nicking his pocket watch. but of course that backfired. as you were showing it off to jesper, kaz marched up to you and demanded it back. though he had acted annoyed, the ghost of a smile flickered on his lips. amused.

being the stubborn little shit you were, you didn’t give up.

the plan was simple. you were going to steal one button from each of his coats and shirts. you snuck into his room and carefully snagged the button using your fabrikator skills. by the end of it, you had a small handful of buttons varying in size and colour. instead of throwing them out, you threaded each one onto a string and tied it around you neck.

with your new necklace tucked under your shirt collar, you slipped out of kaz’s room.

for two weeks kaz grumbled about his shirt buttons.

“hey, kaz, i think you missed a button on your shirt,” jesper would say.

“shut up.” kaz would reply, glancing in your direction. you always laughed to yourself when kaz would complain about his buttons.

you were chatting with nina, inej and wylan when kaz limped over to your table. nina giggled at the way your heart stuttered. kaz set down a necklace with buttons for the beads on the wooden table.

oh shit you though, discreetly rubbing the back of your neck, feeling the absence of your button necklace.

“it seems like y/n had taken up the hobby of collecting buttons,” kaz mused. “specifically my buttons.”

nina giggled again. inej chuckled, and wylan was laughing into his fist. heat creeped up your cheeks.

that night, you sat on kaz’s bed placing his buttons back on his clothes. it was almost like a puzzle. you had to match the button to the shirt, stick it on, and fold the shirt up. kaz sat at his desk and was pouring over various papers. you both worked in a comfortable silence. that is, before kaz broke it.

“why did you steal my buttons?” he asked without looking up. you fixed your gaze on kaz. his hair was slightly messy and hanging infront of his face. his hands were, for once, bare. his slender fingers gripped his pen, scribbling away.

“i did it to prove a point,” you replied.

“and that is?”

“that anyone can easily mess with you. they just need to have the guts.”

kaz stared at you. and quite unexpectedly, bursted into laughter. it was an extremely rare sound. it was extraordinary. the sound caused you to grin widely.

“so you wasted all this time just to prove a point?” kaz said, the laughter lacing his raspy voice.

you nodded, grinning at your hands.

“you and i are more alike than i thought.” kaz smiled.

request are open <3

[dcviated]

Good thing she announced a pass, and didn’t take it seriously. After all, Wylan wasn’t putting much weight into any of his declarations. He’s a few steps away from a con-man or a liar, but to say that they’re neighbors wouldn’t necessarily be wrong. A strange individual if the current conversation wasn’t a giveaway. But a playful one nonetheless. People stuck around him for a reason, right? . . . of course, he’s on the other end of that spectrum. How many times had he disappeared already when Vivian sought him out? Probably a few-

“But the 100% completion! Aw boo- and who even said it was a romantic route, or this was a romance VN? Maybe I was just- . . . nah, forget it, guess it’s a fair thing to assume. Shame though- you’re missing out on a~ll kinds of thrills. Secrets. Not to mention candid scenes of watching me be an idiot.”

Nobody gets hurt. Yeah. Wylan can level with the other on that front. It’s a lot of the same reason he’s not dating beyond the bedroom either after all. Attachments to someone in his area of life was asking for trouble. Lies. Betrayal. He’d tried in the past, and none of it had gone well even if nobody had died. Some part of him felt like it may have.

“If there’s one thing about reality. You’re only going to find as much as you look for. Is it too cheesy if I say you have to take chances? Sometimes even going for a car ride with someone has a way of changing the path you take. It’s… so easy to stay inside and avoid it. And y’know sometimes I wonder if I should’ve let that happen instead of doing the opposite.”

A beat. Then an almost comically rubber-band-esque change in tone.

“And then I realize I couldn’t torment people like you if I didn’t. Maybe it works out.” He says with a wink.

    Vivian would stare back at him rather dubiously, because the possibility she would get sent to another world did not even once occur to her. To that end, she has a hard time believing the validity of his words. "Yes, but stuff like getting transported to another world only happens in anime, Wiles. Honestly, compared to isekai shows, reality has so far been very boring, all things considered," Vivian goes on to reason.

    Of course, by 'boring', she was referring to how her life was very mundane and ordinary, to the point where she didn't have a fedora wearing baby suddenly announcing to her she was a mafia boss at fourteen years old. Why, if anything, whatever story she starred in might possibly be classified as a slice-of-life... but either way, she'll soon snort when next Wylan mentions carrying around a dialogue box.

    "Now, that, I would love to see," Vivian then admits, because despite how ridiculous the imagery would be, it would at least be super funny. Regardless, a crooked frown is quick to tug downwards along her lips as soon as Wylan mentions his route being a dangerous one. Granted, he might have only been joking, but the idea of romancing him still has her inwardly wince.

    "...Yeah, I think I'll pass on your route, Wiles; after all, romance IRL is very much overrated... in fact, I'd rather stick with dating my 2D husbandos. That way, no one gets hurt." Rather than bring herself to elaborate further, though, she'll climb up onto a curved ledge before continuing to walk beside him at a more higher, elevated position.

[crowshoots]

more musings on jesper... mostly because i'm thinking about the engagement with van eck at the end of soc and the line about jesper feeling a bit of unease about 'what else rollins might've told kaz.' most certainly pekka probably tattled on jesper FIRST thing, most certainly to sow seeds of distrust between the crows and just general their operation of a crew... and probably when kaz is talking to van eck about 'being a gambler' its most likely to mock jesper :( it just makes me sad that jesper had felt so alone in that last chapter pov of his in soc, with nina and matthias being separated and wylan hiding and the fact that inej was busy with rotty and learning ropes and kaz never talked to jesper and like. it was all a form of punishment and everyone knew.

thats the part that fucks me up the most!!! everyone knew, even the fucking ex-druskelle fjerdan that jesper wouldnt have trusted with a gun at the very beginning of the mission and still would give him a bit of a side eye if he found matthias with one at the end of soc, and jesper!!! jesper, the right hand, the second-in-command, was kept in the dark and everyone agreed. got me fucked up. it honestly says so much about jesper's character and his loyalty for him to deal with the amount of shit he does in crooked kingdom afterward LMFAOOO i wouldve booked it

[dcviated]

Damn I wrote this an age ago.

Awakening: Faust

(listening theme)

Wylan had wondered if he should be more concerned about the bizarre application that had appeared on his phone in the preceding days. Perhaps an ad? Or some sort of virus? He had been doing some less than reputable things with the device after all. But as long as it was contained on his personal phone and not the one he was using for work it could be left be. Right? 

Yeah, that’s a thought he reflects back on with a less than genuine smile. What a great position it had put him in now. The suspended grate corridors cut and continue like a labyrinth, the creaking metal the only thing keeping him from falling into molten metal that froths hungrily where he would like ground to be. He’d like a lot of things right now; like to know why Kestrov’s Japan base of operations was now an actual factory. If he was dreaming, this was one of the most bizarre. And eerily metaphorical. Curious glances into the mess below him reveal that the flumes of liquid carry disembodied corpses, their metal bodies melting and dissolving shortly after falling from conveyors above his location in the distance. They weren’t necessarily human, but if they weren’t that, then it would remain a mystery to the assassin what to call them at all.

“Not want to become like rest of trash in pit, hm?”

A recent memory of a phone conversation with the Russian pakhan is recalled in his mind as he watches more bodies fall, and as the flume continues it directs his eyes to the other side of the facility. A large set of rooms overlooking the melting pots he was traversing over. Crude logic suggests they were offices or control rooms. Considering the quantity of gears and conveyors that weaved like spider threads it wouldn’t be too surprising if there was something to control these. Why did this place make sense to begin with?

This isn’t a dream.

But this can’t be reality, can it?

He’d pinched himself, slapped himself, and still before his eyes was the clotting fumes. The smell of sulfur, oil, and ash. The howls of machinery and something more disconcerting. Screams? No. Too warped. This was too much for a dream. He was here. Wherever here was. Wherever the phone had brought him. The screen of the device entirely taken up by that red eye, the same as the icon of that app. Whatever this place was. And whatever that app was? Well. Connecting one and one? Not two difficult. But how the equation even came to be answered was another subject entirely. What lead up to that sensation before he came here? What came before this place?

Kestrov. Wylan’s thoughts were on one of his long time clients. A former Russian military operative who arguably went to great lengths to sharpen Wylan into the killer he is now. Who had already gone to great lengths to expand his empire and arms business. Black markets. Private militaries. As far as the people Wylan had worked with, Kestrov was unarguably one of the most ruthless. One who collected resources, then threw them away in trade of newer and stronger ones.

This was something he reminded Wylan of on many occassions. A threat as well should his work ever be turned upon the pakhan. More strings tied to the assassin. Nobody was ever truly free or independent as long as moguls such as him had resources and goals. Wylan was another tool for his prosperity. And Wylan continued to work for them knowing this.

“This office building might as well be a factory. How much blood has he ground into the… ground he walks on? Fucking monster. And that’s something coming from me.”

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[more-than-a-princess]

✧ ━━ Romance Headcanons.

Tagged by: Stolen from @electricea! Tagging: Whoever wants to fill this out! Steal it!

Name: Sonia Nevermind

Nickname: Miss Nevermind (Shinobu), Bluebird (Wylan), Dark Queen/Madonna of Darkness/She-Cat (Gundham), Princess (everyone she encounters while not working who wants to get under her skin)

Gender: cis female

Romantic orientation: Sonia is not straight.

That's about as specific as she allows herself to get because regardless of how she identifies, Sonia is not allowed to have a public romantic relationship, much less marry, a woman. While Novoselic does allow gay marriage, adoption for gay couples, and gender-affirming rights and care, the country does not allow for members of the Royal Family to engage in public LGBTQ+ relationships or marriages. The aristocracy tends to follow suit and keeps relationships that aren't heterosexual as affairs, or they marry their partners after the death or divorce of their spouse (preferably after they've produced their offspring).

Additionally, Sonia grew up in a very sheltered lifestyle and wasn't really exposed to people who publicly identified as LGBTQ+ until she was a teenager. As a teen, she still believes she's heterosexual (mostly. Check out her threads with Shinobu to see how that's working out for her) and is an ally to her LGBTQ+ friends. As an adult, she's become more aware that she is indeed Not Straight but struggles with the reality of what being the next monarch entails: she has to produce a biological heir with her spouse in order to keep the monarchy going. So it's hard for her to even consider a relationship with a woman, knowing her responsibilities will eventually hurt her partner.

Her love life and eventual choice of spouse are always so much bigger than her own happiness: it will reflect on her family, the citizens, and the nation, too. It's hard for her to talk about with others, so she mostly copes in private.

Preferred pet names: She's amenable to many of them, as long as they aren't royal or hinting at an aristocratic title: princess, queen, duchess, etc. She will be the first to tell you that having a partner who 'treats you like a princess,' is a Bad Idea, Actually.

Relationship status: Depends on the verse. In all interactions, she's single until a ship is in development. In terms of active ships, I think she's only officially in a romantic relationship with Wylan/ @dcviated right now.

She's in a developing ship with Shinobu/ @quickdeaths, Gundham/ @the-ultimate-muses, Gundham/ @phantasmalnightmare, Ryuji/ @electricea, and I think Lupin/ @scarlxtleaves? All of her other ships haven't had active interactions for quite awhile so I think they're dormant for now.

I do like ships, but I write the most slow-burn of slow-burn romances so I appreciate the muns who enjoy that too! I have romantic ships I'd love to write for her but it's a matter of finding an active writing partner whose style works with mine and is writing a canon or OC muse that I think she'd both be attracted to and would be fun to explore.

Opinion on true love: Sonia wants to believe in it. She's more optimistic about it the younger she is. The older she is and the more romantic attraction and relationships she experiences, the more she's less sure about it. Or at least, less sure about a true love that both satisfies what she's personally looking for in a partner and the responsibility she has as princess to choose a suitable spouse.

Opinion on love at first sight: Sonia was sure this didn't exist. Until the day she met Gundham Tanaka: that was the first and only time she fell for someone at first sight. She can be attracted to someone, yes, but really fall for them? That's a Gundham-exclusive habit.

How ‘romantic’ are they?: Sonia makes an effort to be romantic, because there's so much of her life where she's not allowed to be romantic. Public displays of affection, for one, aren't allowed, especially in her adult years unless it's for a specific purpose (engagement photos, wedding, etc.). Too much affection makes people uncomfortable, or so the Royal Family is raised to believe. So she makes up for it in private: messages to those she loves of encouragement, of admiration, of deep respect and adoration for everything they are. Quality time as soon as she's able to get it. Gifts she hopes they really like. And if they're sharing a bed, she will sleep with her arms and legs wrapped around them. As a child she was always afraid and unhappy when her parents left her behind for business trips or royal appearances that were unfit for children, and so she'd hug her pillow in response for comfort. In relationships, that translates to her partner. Good luck getting up to use the restroom, or use of your arm, once Sonia has locked on.

Ideal physical traits: Chest. Discourse.

Jokes aside, she likes people who are moderately to very physically fit (she wants to snuggle those muscles/chest), more on the taller (or at least above average height) side, and often gravitates towards brunettes or redheads. Also see: pretty goths.

Ideal personality traits: People who are kind to others! Living things of all sorts: are you good with cheering up and/or looking after kids? How about tending to wounded and/or neglected animals? Or volunteering for charities? Yeah, that is very attractive to her.

She also appreciates someone well-read, with a sharp wit, a sense of humor, and often a tender, soft side most people don't usually get to experience and appreciate.

A sense of adventure, an interest in other cultures besides their own, and respects, if not has a personal interest, in her hobbies? Please, leave her your phone number/Instagram/LINE info.

Unattractive physical traits: Sonia isn't usually physically attracted to people shorter and slighter than she is. Same goes for those who are often ill. She just...likes some muscles, ok?

Unattractive personality traits: People who put her on a pedestal/Kazuichi Soda, rude people, bullies, snobs, greed, selfishness, vulgarity, gold diggers, closemindedness, and much of the upper class who embody these traits.

There's a reason why my ideal rivals-to-lovers ship is Sonia/Byakuya Togami.

Ideal date: She's mostly just happy to spend time with the person she loves whenever she gets it!

But Sonia does enjoy: trips to the movies (horror and/or anime, if she's picking the film), visits to the bookstore (will you help her hold her bags because she always buys too much!), exploring a cafe (new or an old favorite. Desserts are a must!), riding every roller coaster and haunted house attraction at an amusement park, basking in the quiet of nature, perusing a city she's either never been before or absolutely loves, investigating haunted locations, and summoning demons.

Do they have a type?: Sonia says she doesn't, I disagree. Her ships tend to fall into one of three categories, and they can be combined:

Witty disasters (if they need to be muzzled because of their teasing or over-the-top flirtation, they belong here)

Muscled himbos/bimbos (applies to all genders. If your muse is sweet and kind but likely isn't going to graduate top of their class but are pretty physically fit, they belong here)

Goths. (This is occupied by Gundham and Shinobu so far)

There certainly have been outliers before, but in general, it's these three categories.

Average relationship length: Barring her first relationship, quite a long time. Sonia usually either marries her partner or they suffer a terribly emotional breakup that she is still, in a way, recovering from. She's not a one-night stand or casual relationships sort of person.

Preferred non-sexual intimacy: Curling up in their lap, sleeping with them, having them curl up in her lap while she strokes their hair, reading to them while interspersing kisses here and there (bonus if the scene is a spicy one), watching a TV show or movie together, eating food her partner has cooked (it is not advisable to do the inverse unless the date is ending at the hospital).

Apparently discussing serial killers in a 50 kilometer radius of their location, seeking out ghosts, and trying to contact demons does not count as non-sexual intimacy but Sonia has yet to accept this.

Opinion of public affection: She wishes she could, she really does! She would love to be able to kiss her partner in public, if just on the cheek, and snuggle in close to their side to keep warm (and feel their arms, let's be real). She would love to pull them close into a hug that lasts just a little too long to be platonic and friendly. She would love to whisper something terribly indecent, only for them to hear and be forced to think about the rest of the day until they are alone.

Instead, there's just a lot of lewd handholding going on. Intertwining fingers, reverent caresses, and maybe a little of looking at her partner's lips and wishing she could taste them right in that moment.

Patience is a virtue.

Past relationships?: You must obtain a certain amount of relationship time and experience with Sonia to unlock this trauma. So far, no one has reached that level (yet).

And in most of her ships, it's presumed she has dated Gundham in the past (except in her ships with Gundham).

Finally, my toxic romantic shipping trait is that our ship will get at least one (1) Taylor Swift song that gives me Their Vibes. This is non-negotiable.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Promptober Day 17

Cafe

Kaz Brekker x reader

Word Count: 141

You hated these reconnaissance missions, but they were sometimes a necessary evil. The other crows were just too recognizable, especially the one that actually needed the information. So that was why you, dressed as a Kerch merchant’s spouse, were sitting diagonally to Nina in a truly ridiculously nice cafe, keeping eyes out for the target so you could report back exactly how he takes his lunch so Wylan could more accurately poison him.

You took a sip of your tea.

You shook your head and asked her something mundane about her scarf. Likely, she knew you were lying in your subtle way of saying it was nothing on your mind. You weren’t about to tell her you’d been musing about coming here with Kaz sometime. There were simply some things the nosy heartrender you called your friend didn’t need to know.

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Decided that for Wip Wednesday from now on I'm gonna post my favorite snippet so far from each one of my *many* wesper wips that im working on. Tags under the cut ♡

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Tangled In Your Web > Spiderverse AU Part 2

Crossing the room so that he could loop his arms around Jesper’s neck and give him a kiss. “Do you want to come over to my universe?” Wylan asked softly, lips brushing against Jesper’s as he spoke, “my government likes to profit off their superheroes and they just released a Spiderman movie, I need to laugh about the inaccuracies with you.

Jesper chuckled, kissing Wylan again. “Sounds fun,” he said, already feeling the coil in his stomach loosen.

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To Capture Perfections Muse > Domestic wesper fluff

“You love me,” Jesper managed through his laughter, somehow managing to wrap Wylan up in his arms again.

“I am questioning all my life decisions right now,” Wylan complained, voice muffled where his face was shoved into his hoodie.

“You knew what you getting into,” he said smugly, kissing Wylan’s hair and rocking them side to side.

“Hence the questioning my life choices.”

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Of Latte Art and Sweet Suggestions > 5+1 coffeeshop au

“Just a caramel mocha for me please,” he said slowly, “with extra cream. And extra caramel syrup. Please.”

The barista raised a judgemental eyebrow, “that is far too much sugar,” he said stubbornly, the fake smile falling away to Jesper’s delight.

“It’s good!” Jesper tried to defend, leaning against the counter.

“You are going to rot your teeth out,” the barista said flatly, but he turned his head to the side anyway to type Jesper’s order into the computer, putting the elegant lines of his crooked nose on show. And that jawline, saints.

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50 Ways To Kill A Man > Detective AU

Jesper slammed the phone down with a triumphant grin.

Across the table from him, Inej raised a curious eyebrow. “What’s got you all excited?” She asked somewhat sceptically, pausing on her report. Leaning back on his chair, Jesper crossed his arms behind his head, grinning. “My darling Inej,” he said, ignoring her eyeroll, “Councillor Hoede is dead!”

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The Longest Hour chapter 7 > cowboy au

Jesper barely had a chance to register the fact that Wylan’s side of the bed was empty the next morning before something decidedly soft whacked him in the face.

Jesper spluttered, “wha—” whack.

Scrambling with his right hand, Jesper managed to locate one of his revolvers, fingers curling around the pearl handle just as a voice yelled, “Jesper get up.”

The sheer panic was what spurred him into action, startling him out of his drowsiness.

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To Love Like A Lie > Fake Dating AU

So here he was, at the wedding, with Wylan Van fucking Eck hanging off his arm as a very much unhelpful, very much fake date.

Jesper could only curse whatever ungodly deity was residing in the sky that seemed to have a perverse thrill in making him suffer.

Wylan bit his lip anxiously, eyeing the large crowd of people at the afterparty. “So maybe I was a bit hasty,” he admitted, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. A bit hasty was an understatement.

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Rose Tinted Glasses > Post - Canon Fluff

On these nights, Jesper liked to watch his boyfriend.

He hoped it wasn’t creepy, because he never intended it to be creepy, it was just that Wylan had that weird way of always being able to ground him in the moment, no matter how restless or jittery he may have felt.

It didn’t always work, some nights everything was just too much and Jesper would inevitably slink out of bed with a sigh and go run laps up and down the stairs to cool himself down.

He had a feeling this would be one of those nights, the soft light from the moon was painfully bright and his skin itched and burned with such an intensity that Jesper was half tempted to see if he could simply scratch the feeling away.

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Of Hidden Truths and Drastic Actions > show!wesper tackling key book!wesper scenes

The coin his pocket burned like a hot iron, reminiscent of the way the other coin had heated while he shaped it into a coin, completely at ease with the icy hot pain that surged through Jesper like a shockingly cold river.

Everything was muddled and confused and it hurt, and Jesper didn’t fully understand what was going on.

All he knew, was that when Kaz Brekker said ‘meet Wylan Van Eck,’ his whole world had come to a sudden, screeching stop.

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Of Gunslingers and Journey's Home > omalh epilogue

There was an odd sense of regret when Wylan finally put his last item of clothing into the bag. Six weeks he’d spent in Novyi Zem with Jesper and his father, and yet it had felt more like home then anywhere else.

More then the Slat, more then the boarding house, more then his father’s giant mansion for sure.

He found he didn’t want to leave, not yet.

Tagging some peeps with some pretty cool wips: @crowpricorn @darjeelinh @heypax @jackwolfes @littlelcvestory @mezlymils @sunfl8wer @thesacredlore @violets-and-books