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New drinking game

Take a shot every time smoke catches strays

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When you reread the first few chapters of one of your works and wonder what the fuck you were doing

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So a lot of shit has happened

Hey everyone, I'm so sorry that I haven't been updating. Recently I have been stuck in finals only for a technical issue to result in me needing to retake all of my tests. On top of that I also had a last-minute surgery that has left me kind of out of it. I still plan to continue updating as well as writing one shots and requests. But expect them to come out a lot slower and spread out.

Again, I am so sorry for the inconvenience

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Water & Whiskey Master List

CW: Depictions of violence, time accurate misogyny, murder, unexplicit drug use, torture, 0bsessive behavior, slight yandere tendencies, [future content warning may be added as progressed]

Chapter 1

[Coming soon]

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Just found the chapter and a half of a fic I wrote like a year and a half ago that I discontinued.......

Hold on kids mamas cooking

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Chapter 6

Thank you all for the wait. I present you with a special birthday update. I made sure the word count was a little above average to make up for the long wait. Thank you all for being so patient, I really appreciate being able to share my interests with you all despite my crowded scheduling, so thank you all for reading my cringey writing.

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A rattling to his left caused Bi han to shoot out of bed, knife freezing in hand. Fortunately, instead of an assassin was the boy… Miche, he thinks. Eyes wide and scared, holding his shoes. Wait.

“What are you doing?” Bi han scowled at the boy who was clearly scared. “You forgot your shoes at the door” was crude and somewhat legible, a thick accent making some words difficult. Cracking the ice in his hand he walked to the boy and pulled the shoes from his hand, “Shoes are filthy and should not be worn inside”. The boy looked down at his shoes that were stained in soot, despite being scrubbed. Swallowing har, Miche looked past him to see the others wake, namely Tomas. Miche walked around Bi han nervously, placing his shoes at his bedside.

“Damn, a bed and room service. Feel like I’m in the Mariot” Johnny said rubbing one of his eyes. “Thank you” Tomas was reluctant to put on his shoes indoors, years of scoldings having shaped him not to. Miche, stepped back, giving them time to prepare themselves.

“You’re pacing,” Cypress said, drinking from a steaming cup. “I am not” it was a lie, she had been pacing all morning. Choosing to let in Liu Kang’s followers was a dangerous choice, regardless of their noble deed. “Miche will bring them when they are ready. Sit” Calla turned back to her friend that did not bother to meet her gaze. “What do you think of them?” Cypress placed the cup down “Should this not be something you ask the council?”.

“I could care less for what they think. You are council enough”. The others had reacted accordingly to her decision as she thought they would. She was beginning to regret ever creating a council, their ancestors never did. But of course, the nagging and questioning of the others to her position was always present before she had. Perhaps she had caved too soon. Giving in to the wants of children wishing to hold say. All Calla really needed was Cypress’ thoughts, and the occasional Thyme's.

“They are compassionate… for followers of Liu Kang” Calla scoffed, “Until the Grandmaster opens his mouth”. “English? Does he rile you so easily?” Calla’s face tinted red, both in anger and embarrassment. “You will see for yourself” Cypress laughed, “And we return to Elliniká”. 

“Sister” Miche stood at the end of the small bridge that connected the gazebo to the bank of the water, the Shaolin and Lin Kuei behind him. “Ah, Miche thank you for seeing our guests here” with a curtsy from Calla and a bow from the men they passed over the small stone path into the gazebo. The table was laden with fruits, vegetables, and roots. 

“Thank you for hosting us, Matron” Tomas said as each moved to a cushion at the table. Cypress let out a huff of laughter as they all watched Miche run in front of the cushion Johnny was going to sit on so he could sit next to Tomas. “Miche” the matron shot a warning.

“It’s fine, it’s fine” the American held up his hands in favor of starting an argument or public scolding, content to sit between Bi han and Kenshi instead. “I am under the impression that you wish to attempt to sway me back to your lord's side?” though it was spoken in a polite manner, you would need to be blind to sense the venom hidden behind each word, “While I will humor your quandary for the favor you have done my people. I insist that you eat”.

It took nothing more, as the one with the chakram hat lazily dove into the bounty before them. Forcing herself not to make her disgust visible, Calla plastered a smile for her guests. 

With the exception of the loud smacking and chewing of food, the table was devoid of conversation. Raiden, Tomas, and Kenshi exchanging looks wondering who would break the silence. “I must say Matron, the story’s from the monks do not do the Mangrove Justice” Raiden said.

“They would not. As the Mangrove is not the same as the one in your stories” Cypress looked over at Calla, face begging her not to start going down this direction of topic, “The Mangrove you know of is called the old grove”.

Calla’s eyes flicked to the Lin Kuei seated across from her. No doubt the two of them were informed of the circumstance of the old grove’s demise. Despite now having removed his mask, Bi han was harder to read than ever. She had expected him to scowl or look at her in irritation. Instead he wore a cold face of indifference. Tomas on the other hand looked on edge, not quite upset nor sympathetic. But there was no doubt he was preparing to defuse any oncoming argument. 

Raiden looked to his two seniors to gage if it was wise to press further. “Well, regardless, It is no wonder it stands with such grandeur with you as its Matron”. Calla turned to the Shaolin, who she had clearly underestimated. 

Smile returning, Calla continued, “I suppose we’ve delayed the inevitable long enough. What exactly do you want here? I understand that your end goal, futile as it is, is for me and my people to return to Liu Kang’s control. But what exactly do you hope to gain from this?”.

“You would not be under Lord Liu Kang’s control, you would have full leadership over your people” Tomas interjected. Calla scoffed, “Is that so. Is that how it works with the Lin Kuei? Does your Grandmaster have complete power over his people, or does Liu Kang have the final say”.

A sly grin spread across Calla as Bi han’s hand gripped the table, frost and vapor spreading around his hand. His teeth grit, as he glowered daggers at her. Good, she liked seeing him upset, it at least slightly made up for the number of bruises he had caused her.

Abruptly, Bi han stood, storming out of the gazebo, not bothering to walk the stone path, instead freezing the water as he stepped. “Brother” Tomas tried to call him back. 

“You wish for the Hamadryad to return to earthrealm’s defense? Attempt to live like us, understand us. If you manage to survive as a Hamadryad you may gain my respect and I will humor the idea of returning”. The men looked at one another. It was certainly their best option, unfortunate as that may be. 

Calla waited for any disagreement, “Good. You can start today. Tomas, seeing as you are a well trained Lin Kuei. And Miche is already so fond of you. You’ll have no trouble in training the youth, correct?”. Before he could speak, Calla turned her attention to Kung Lao, “And since you seem so keen on our food I’m sure you’ll have no difficulty in our harvesting?”. 

“Kung Lao and I were raised as cabbage farmers. We’ll manage” Raiden said. Calla gave a knowing smile, “Oh I’m sure you will”.

“As for you two” she turned their attention to Kenshi and Johnny, “Coriander will do well with some help”. “And what exactly would that be with?” Kenshi jabbed Johnny in the side with his elbow, eliciting a hiss from the American. “We will be productive and hard workers, Matron” Kenshi gave a bow, earning a side eye from Johnny, “Suck up”.

“Good, I’m pleased that you intend to stay with us” Calla stood leaving the group to enjoy their breakfast privately. “We’ll begin this afternoon then” With a sigh and a rub to the temple to soothe a headache Cypress followed suit, giving a small nod. 

Bi han had despised every second he had been forced to stay in this hovel of a clan. Liu Kang’s  collection of failures may not be aware of the truth behind the Mangrove but he was not. Tomas similarly knew the truth behind the Hamadryad's absence, but was clearly blinded by loyalty to the fire god. 

Tomas was a fool, blind loyalty without the foresight to see what it would do to the clan would be the cause of its downfall. The Hamadryad were living proof of this. Bi han didn’t care for his supposed ‘sister clan’, as far as he cared it could have faded out of existence. But that didn’t mean he didn’t understand their choices.

As much as he detested the bitch Matron, she was being smart. Renouncing Liu Kang and regrowing her clan. Pathetic of an attempt as it was. Bi han would never allow the Lin Kuei to fall to depths as deep as this. It enraged him to no end, being forced to play as Liu Kang’s loyal lap dog. 

And the worst part? The bitch knew it. Perhaps not the more…. Delicate details. But she was well aware of his discontent with the nature of his status with Liu Kang. He would never truly be the leader of the Lin Kuei so long as it was subservient to the ideals of his father.  How annoying, even in death his father continued to mock him. The day the old man renounced his ways and found himself content with his clan's mediocrity was the day that in Bi han’s eyes, he truly lost all self respect. 

“Your friends are enjoying their breakfast. A shame you won’t join them” Bi han’s fists clenched at the taunting voice of the Matron behind him. Turning around only proved his assumptions of her wearing a twisted smile at the knot in his brows.

The two stood in the garden off of the beaten path, covered in ivy and lilies. “I thought it right to inform you that a bargain was struck. It was far simpler than I thought it would have been. But then again, I also believed that the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei would have the final say in any decisions made… I suppose it’s not as important a role as I though-” Shattering ice interrupted Calla, Bi han moving to mere breaths away, seething as he stared down at her.

“Mind your place, or should I cast you into the dirt again” Calla’s nostrils flared, as she pushed forward to meet his challenge, “Remember where you are Bi han”. His brow twitched, “We aren’t in an empty field with your men outnumbering me this time”.

“As if they made a difference to our last battle. You are weak. Undisciplined. And unfit of your station” the air was freezing, vapor pooling off of his shoulders and hands. “I earned my station. You were born with yours” The lilies surrounding them began to grow grotesque and misshapen, their stems elongating and coiling. 

“You’re lucky I need you alive” Bi han puffed his chest, rolling his hands to snap off the building frost. “And you’re lucky I don’t care enough about you to do anything” Calla turned, whipping his face with hair as she stormed out of the garden back towards the village. 

He was going to fucking kill her the next time she touched him

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When I tell you this man is so fine! The amount of self-respect leaving my body in concerning to feminism.

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Smoke & Ice Update

It's been a month since I've updated, and I am soooo sorry. I'm in the final haul of my schooling and It. Is. Rough.

Good news is that the new chapter will be up relatively soon, it will be longer than the average chapter to make up for the long wait.

Now time for the bad news, due to the nature of my schooling I won't be able to write as frequently. I'm not even kidding I have 5 major tests one after the other that determine whether I pass or not.

But don't worry, I actually have the exact specs on everything:

Jan 23- start of intense study- expect 1 update that's longer than usual sometime during this period

Feb 7- Birthday, so expect a birthday post, a little gift for all of you

March 7th- Study period over, from here on there may be the occasional post

March 15 or 17- Testing is done and I am home free so we will return the usual update style.

This will be the case for all of my works but seeing as I just released my preplanned chapters for them, and those readers are unfortunately used to me not updating for 1-2 months, I'm sure they'll manage.

Again, thank you all so much for reading my story, and I look forward to getting to explore this fic more with you all <3

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Could you do a one shot of MK1 Johnny with a street racer reader?

Johhny Cage x Street Racer Reader

Johnny was in peak of his career, every movie he was in earning award after award. He was practically expected in every action movie of the decade, along with the occasional rom com. So here he is, looking over the long list of films his agent had procured for him to star in. Most had been by the request of their directors, but a few were movies his agent went out of his way to look into.

Being that films took years of work to film and edit, reshoots and last second voice overs, Johnny could only really commit to one, and the occasional small series or backup role. Looking through the list his attention was caught by a high pace action movie where he would star as the lead; an undercover cop trying to crack down on Los Angeles' street racing epidemic, only to be drawn into numerous hijinks.

It seemed like an interesting concept, the script was good, and he did have experience with this studio and director. But the real draw was the warning that was attached with the script.

Due to the risk factor involved in numerous stunts, scenes, as well as for realisms purposes. All cast members will be required to take safety courses as well as in constant supervision of professional consultant at all times.

He was going to be doing his own stunts and working with a real street racer. If that didn't have 'Cage Flick' written all over it in bold he didn't know what did.

He of course got the part, he still questioned why the audition was even necessary.

His first day on set was simple enough, meeting the cast and crew, as well as a few brief investors for the movie. That was until he met you.

You had grown up in LA and gotten into street racing fairly young, so naturally you were the best pick for this job. And the producers were willing to pay a fuck ton to be able to advertise that extra layer of 'authenticity'.

You were an instant hit with the cast, getting along with nearly all of them instantly. Johnny in particular was rather captivated. It was your first time meeting such a high-profile celebrity, even as a born and raised LA resident.

The attraction on Johnny's part was immediate. Confident, hot, and looked damn good in the driver seat.

Throughout shooting, you had coached Johnny on safety guidelines and how to do complex drifts and turns.

That wasn't to say the attraction was one-sided. Hell, you had thirsted over this man with your friends when you binged his movies. So, when you heard the director making fun over him about his less than hidden attraction towards you, you took your chances.

A hand guiding his when instructing him how to use the gear shift, giving him pats on the back when he figured out how to pull off the reversed driving sequence, and being extra sure he was behind you when you decided to bend over to inspect the hood of the car. (there was nothing wrong with it)

Despite what media would have you think, being an actor is a very busy and grueling job. Johnny had wanted to ask you out a number of times, but by the point he had enough courage and confidence that you were also interested, filming had wrapped up.

So here he was, sitting in an Italian tux, surrounded by some of the most talented minds in the filming industry, with an Oscar nomination, wondering where the hell it all went wrong.

"Johnny" he looked to his co-star sitting to his left. Looking down to see the small bound together papers with the word 'draft' on it.

"It's soon, but, by the looks of it.... It's been greenlit" A sequel?

Well, seeing as he was the main lead, it was no doubt they'd need him to come back. And if they did?

He knew the condition he was going to demand if they wanted him.

Maybe he could finally ask you out for that drink.

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Daggers & Daffodils Chap.27

Dagur x Reader

Heads

You stood looking up at Dagur, who was eerily serious. Now painfully aware of how alone you were with Heather now gone. Taking his hand off your mouth he grabbed both of your shoulders, turning you around to face the door, "Open it".

Slowly you opened the door, to be met with an assault of bouquets, laid about the room. "I didn't know if your favorites changed so I got the old ones, but I figured I would splurge a little". "Umm-", "Do you like it?" he pressed, walking the two of you inside.

"I know you and I got into a little.... couples quarrel. And your brother stole you away before we could make up, buuuut, we're here now" he said, uncomfortably chipper. "You understand I ran away, right? It's important to me that you can comprehend that" Dagur's expression lost some of its intensity, a mask over what you would assume was irritation and annoyance. "I do" his arm wrapped around you pushing the both of you in, closing the door, "It's only natural that you wouldn't wat to see me after our first argument".

"First?" Dagur continued to push you forward ignoring your relentless sarcasm. "You should have seen the look on Heather's face when I told her we were engaged" he laughed, "She was all like; You tried to kill her! Didn't she throw you in prison?!".

"It works out perfectly don't you think? You always wanted a sister, and I've always wanted a brother". You drag a hand down your face, frustrated, "Dagur, we've done this, had this conversation, countless times. I am not going to marry you". Dagur sat on the bed with a huff looking at you "And I've told you not to say that unless you mean it" Odin's beard, he was thick. How many times were you going to have to drill it into him that unless he were to make some serious changes, namely, stop trying to kill your brother, you were never going to marry him. 

Wait, no. No, you were never going to, no ifs and or buts. You have no idea why your brain kept holding out hope for him. He certainly didn't deserve it. Not after everything he did to Berk, dragons, and your friends. "Couples are supposed to have rough patches. What matters is that we make it through them".

"We are not a couple" Dagur's nostrils flare, "And if you care half as much as you say you do, you'll let me g--". "Let you go? The last time I saw you with them you were stuck against a wall unable to breathe, with no one to help you because they were too distracted by Heather".

"They wouldn't have been distracted if you hadn't destroyed her village" you retorted. "A sibling matter that they had no right to intervene in" Dagur crossed his arms. "She was going to kill you!".

"And why didn't you let her, it would have solved your issue, and you would never have to worry about marrying you again" you couldn't believe that this was his argument. You stopped Heather from killing him because you didn't want her to have to live with killing her brother and only living relative on her conscious, "I did it for her! Not you!". 

"Well, she doesn't seem so mad at me now does she?" it was said almost like a jab at you. Oh, you wanted to hit him in the face. "You are the most infuriating, deranged, delusional, man I have ever met". Dagur's smile returned full force at your insult. 

Tails

Dagur was ecstatic when he saw you caught by the dragon hunters. First his sister returns to his side and tells him she wants to be a family and rebuild their tribe. Then he finds out that not only you, but your annoying friends fell directly into their trap. It was too good to be true. Dagur had been reeling over the last time you had had spoken. Sure, you had briefly talked on the ship when Heather was trying to kill him, but you were a bit preoccupied with your panic attack.

Gods he wanted to strangle Hiccup for that. He took his heart, world, and very purpose of existence into a battle that very well could have killed her. And chose to prioritize the life of his enemy over his own sister. It didn't matter if her life wasn't immediately or directly being threatened, the fat that he chose to barter with Heather instead of rushing to your side had him steaming. 

He was honestly lucky that Heather had chosen to come to him after he had managed to calm down, or he might have done something he would regret. It wasn't her fault; it was in their Berserker nature to seek revenge and act deranged and unhinged. Besides, she didn't end up doing it, a true testament to their sibling bond. 

Seeing you outside of that cell talking with his sister- no. Your sister was euphoric. He was finally going to get his ideal family. You had left off on a rather sour note, when Hiccup took you away before you could talk it out. So, he had every intention of doing damage control as quickly as possible.

He had made sure not to hold back any punches, flooding your shared room with your favorite flowers, he knew it wouldn't fix the problem or erase the issue, but it showed that he cared. After all, this was his goal. To be able to work out this little argument in a healthy and normal way. Couples fight all the time, he thought. So, it's good that they learn to work through it now. 

He had seen his parents fight when he was younger, and before he met you, he had thought that it was stupid to fall in love if it was all fighting and touching faces, ah how young and naive he was. He had been a gentleman in your argument so far. He hadn't yelled at you when you called him crazy and swore you would never be with him. In fact, he had been considerate enough to give the both of you space and time to cool off. And it was working, Dagur had calmed down and was fully ready to find common ground with you when, Hiccup happened. But never mind that. The past is the past and he was fully ready to make up for it. 

"You understand I ran away, right? It's important to me that you can comprehend that" Did it insult him that you thought him so oblivious and blinded by obsession to know to your emotions and feelings? A little. 

"It's only natural that you wouldn't wat to see me after our first argument" he led you away from the door, he attempted to get you to sit, but it was clear that you were too worked up. Choosing to sit down and let you follow when you felt like it he let you lead the conversation. Dagur had gotten his chance to let out his frustrations with the situation, and he could imagine that you were stuck stewing over it all. Besides, knowing his temper, it was only a matter of time before he got to that point too. 

"Dagur, we've done this, had this conversation, countless times. I am not going to marry you" Dagur held back a wince as he felt a vein somewhere in his body burst. Gods, he hated it when you said that. The very topic that started the argument.  "And I've told you not to say that unless you mean it" he knew you didn't. The first time you had said it was with far more conviction, and each time you did was with less and less. 

Dagur watched as your face twisted, irritated and spiteful. Before it began to subside, no doubt our mind either self-directing or reasoning, perhaps both. "Couples are supposed to have rough patches. What matters is that we make it through them". 

"We are not a couple" Dagur felt his face twitch. You know what, he didn't have to yell at you to get his point across. He may be known for being deranged, but he's also smart. Why not put it to good use. 

 "And if you care half as much as you say you do, you'll let me g--". "Let you go? The last time I saw you with them you were stuck against a wall unable to breathe, with no one to help you because they were too distracted by Heather". He almost felt bad as he watched your eyes and widen in shock and embarrassment. Almost.

"They wouldn't have been distracted if you hadn't destroyed her village" there she was, his spitfire. He was hoping that this wouldn't be one-sided, "A sibling matter that they had no right to intervene in".

Your eyes narrowed; he loved it when you got like this. When your eyes were focused on him and only him. Was it healthy, absolutely not. But nothing about him was. 

"She was going to kill you!" gods you were cute when you were mad, if he had known it would be so much fun to go back and forth with you, he would have escalated it sooner. Besides, what was a more Berserker way of ending a lovers quarrel than venting until you were exhausted. Odin knows you needed it. Stuck on Berk and wherever your little hideout was, unable to so much as raise your voice, too concerned with others. He'd fix that. You would be the perfect Berserker queen. Unafraid of speaking your mind and never forced to hold back any anger you had.

"And why didn't you let her, it would have solved your issue, and you would never have to worry about marrying you again" a bit below the belt considering how torn up you were visibly about constantly having your morals split between him and your 'friends'. "I did it for her! Not you!".

Noble as ever, putting others before yourself. Never allowing yourself to be happy. It was the reason you continued to relent against being with him. Conditioned by your family and friends to prioritize your people, friends, strangers, and even beastly dragons over yourself. 

"Well, she doesn't seem so mad at me now does she?" that's when he saw it, your tipping point, you were livid, looking at him with years of pent-up self-loathing, grief, anger, everything. You looked ready to strike him, by the gods he would let you. He loved it when you got determined, especially when it was demanding in some way. Huh, he should probably look into that and make sure it's some sort of psychological defect instead of anything.....else.

"You are the most infuriating, deranged, delusional, man I have ever met". Dagur's smile returned full force at your insult. You snapped, you got an inch from his face and finally said everything you felt about him. "Took you long enough!" Dagur launched up from the bed wrapping you in a bear hug and spinning you around once. Both knocking the anger out of you and replacing it with bewilderment and confusion.

And leaving you to wonder what the hell just happened.

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My apology post

JOKING

Hey everyone, I'm writing this to address the issue and confess. Yes, it is true.

I enjoyed minecraft story mode.

I get it, it's cringe and nerdy. I don't care, it has well written characters, great storytelling, and amazing vocal talent.

SUE ME!

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MK Oneshots: Titan Fujin x Titan Gender Neutral Reader

Requested by Moonchhu on AO3

Defeating Kronika had been your most difficult battle yet. Free to reshape time in whatever image you desired was daunting at first. But after millenia of careful craftsmanship, you were content with your creation. Your perfect little Garden.

Diligently you plucked the weeds from your garden; Shang Tsung and Quan Chi to name a few. You clipped every stray leaf that defiled your neatly kept hedges; Shao khan and Rain. And in your diligence you found peace.

Peace….

No

You never knew peace. You spent every lonely second awake and hovering over your timeline, paranoid and possessive over the last bit of control you had over your life. You had never wanted this, to be a keeper of time. But what choice did you have, Kronika had damaged your timeline far too much to be without a time god. And there was certainly no one you could trust with the hourglass.

Except… Your Fujin. Oh how you longed for him, how your soul yearned for its other half. The one who softened your strict and cold nature.Who were you kidding, you weren’t tending a garden. You were wardening a prison. Holding your subjects to a script and removing any that dared to say as much as a line wrong. Without free will your timeline was miserable, and so was its keeper.

You spent the first thousand years attempting to recreate your Fujin. But how could you? How could you ever fall in love with a cheap imitation? No matter how hard you tried, your creations couldn’t act like him, not as accurately as you knew he would. And the ones that did… you could only see for the copy they were. Attempt after attempt you failed, growing colder and returning to your previous self. 

Today you stand in your temple, staring loathfully at the hourglass you were so ruthlessly tasked to guard, in the timeline you were forced to steward. The glass reflected your sour grimace, taunting you for all your shortcomings. You debate with yourself, unknowing of what to do next. Should you continue this unfair timeline of tyranny and absolution? You could always restart the timeline with a…. Gentler touch, if you were even capable of that. But wouldn't that make you just as bad as Kronika. Destroying and restarting the timeline whenever you see fit regardless of what your mortals thought. 

By the elder gods, you weren’t cut out for this. Here you are, a time god, the primordial titan with more power than any other in the world, sulking on the steps of your own temple and praying to gods you created purely from a habit formed millennia ago. Perhaps you should have given the hourglass to someone else. Fujin would make a far more suitable time keeper. Had he not disappeared before your battle with Kronika you would have.

Just another reason to curse the mad titan you suppose. The hourglass began to rattle, sand reversing its flow as particles soared through the glass without shattering. Standing to attention you attempted to force it back in, to no avail. The golden flakes grappled themselves to your hands and arms, before painlessly taking bits of you back with them into the hourglass, “What is this?!”. The barrage of gold and lights spread up your arms, eating away at you and pulling more and more into the hourglass, until it spread to your neck. Your vision goes blank when you feel your physical form dissipate, being dragged who knows where. 

But just as quickly as it happened, your vision returned…. Somewhere new. You know this place, you had spent day after day here much to Lord Raiden’s disapproval, basking in his brother's presence. The sky temple, it was different, however, a large silver and blue hourglass similar to your own in front of you. Looking at your surroundings was when your heart stopped, there in front of you was a Fujin. “What is this? Where am I?” you demanded.

“You are safe, my heart” he held up his hands to calm you as he approached. Your chest panged at hearing his name for you after so long. But you dared not hope, you would not tempt yourself with another cheap imitation. “We are in the sky temple. In my timeline ” he explained, stopping when he noticed your stiffness and unease, “Your timeline?”.

“The battle for Kronika’s hourglass has fractured time. Where there was once one timeline there are now many. In your timeline, you defeated Kronika, in mine, it was me. Every one of us has defeated Kronika and in turn created our own timeline”. Multiple timelines? Of course, that’s how he was able to pull you through your hourglass, he’s a timekeeper. But if he was a keeper of time, then that would mean that he was… your Fujin.

He watched as your guard drops and your face softens, piecing together the truth of what he was trying to say. “Then.. that would mean.. That you’re?-” He closed the gap between the two of you, “It is me, my heart”. His hand held your face as he looked down at you with all the adoration you had missed from so long ago, “I wanted to give you the hourglass, but you were gone. Where were you?”.

“Kronika confined me to a prison with Shang Tsung and Nightwolf, fearing our interference. Do not dwell on the past, we are here now, and I will never leave your side again”. You hard slowly cupped over his, “Promise?”. Fujin smiled, pressing his head against yours as you looked in each other's eyes. “For as long as my heart beats, it shall do so only for you. And so long as you permit me, I will never leave your side”. 

You were never good at tending gardens, but that was ok. You were never a fan of them anyways.

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Your HC was so cute *-*

Can I ask for another one? Maybe how the characters react when they get anxious? Do they hide and try to get over it alone or are they searching for help? (Do you write for Beckman too? I rewatch opla and I really start to like him)

Absolutely, I love it when yall request fics. Sorry it took so long to reply, pretty backed up with work rn.

One Piece Character Dealing with Anxiety

Luffy

Luffy is a very carefree person and doesn't get anxious easily. In the few cases he has been anxious it has always been over losing someone he loves. I head cannon that Luffy has slight abandonment issues but has learned to handle them pretty well.

On the off chance that he does have an anxiety triggered episode, Luffy is what would be considered both a fighter. He lashes out to do whatever he can to fix what's causing him anxiety. But his senses become very narrowed and blurred when he's in this state.

The most common examples are shortness of breath, blurry vision, and tunnel vision, shaky hands/ tremors, and loss of hearing. Spoilers; As seen in Ace's death scene.

Sanji

Sanji has a gaggle of mental issues and experiences that spur on anxiety. Some of the main contributors to his anxiety are PTSD, childhood neglect and abuse, OCD, nicotine addiction (don't smoke kids), and an inferiority complex/need to prove his self-worth.

When Sanji's anxiety is triggered, he reacts in a way that would consider him a freezer. Sanji was raised with little actual parenting, and the small bit he did get was tough love from Zeff. As a result, he tends to play the tough guy act.

Most common examples being disassociation, tunnel vision, shortness of breath, and loss of motor functions. Spoilers; as seen in Pudding's deception (I know that was more betrayal, but I see it as attacking his self-worth issues, so to me it counts)

Nami

Nami is very much the stoic type that tries to ignore or deny that she has anxiety and mental issues, spoiler.... she does. I mentioned in my last post that she is the one most struggling and learning to deal with her anxiety (pt.1). The main perpetrator for Nami's anxiety is Arlong and herself. Nami suffers from guilt and self-worth issues (A trend huh)

Nami is without a doubt the very definition of a fighter. While now with the help of her friends she's learning to react in a healthier way, for years under Arlong her default reaction to anxiety has been to lash out and get angry.

The common examples are aggression, unstable heart palpitations (Fast heartbeats), shortness of breath, tremors, blurry vision, and confusion.

Zoro

Zoro is a man who uses humor to distract from his anxiety and problems. While he is a mostly serious guy, in the anime he has a tom of golden moments that make my ribs hurt. His problems all of course stem from the loss of his friend and rival as well as their pact.

So, it's no surprise that Self-worth issues are again at fault for a crew members anxiety. I think that in the rare case that his anxiety does take hold, Zoro would freeze. But not to the point that he becomes a statue. Instead, I think that the reason we don't see a lot of his anxiety is because he pushes past his instincts to freeze and keep fighting.

Main expressions of anxiety I think he has, are loss of motor control, tunnel vision, and tensed muscles.

Usopp

Usopp tends to be made as a thoughtless coward with skin level character depth, but that ignores all of his character growth. Usopp is among the characters with less backstory in the trauma department. But I that doesn't mean he doesn't have any. Abandonment issues, paranoia being the most present. Formed from being without his dad and constantly afraid that his only friend would die at any moment.

Usopp is a runner, there's no doubt about it. When anxiety or panic attacks kick in, he kicks out. He's also what I would consider a hider, running as far from the situation and hiding until he can get his emotions under control.

Common symptoms include, shortness of breath, unstable heart palpitations, tunnel vision, restlessness, paranoia, sensory issues, namely noise and light.

Shanks

Ok, this one broke my heart to write. We don't have a lot to work with connon wise, so most of this are head cannons.

Shanks was extremely carefree and kept a positive mindset despite his upbringing and the death of his mentor. He was sad and it took a while to get over of course, but he did, and he didn't come out with anxiety issues. It wasn't until he lost his arm that his anxiety started to surface. The most common cases of his anxiety are night terrors and the occasional panic attack when in a situation he used to do easily when he had both arms. The main culprits of his anxiety are self-worth issues and phantom limb syndrome.

In my opinion, I believe that Shanks is a fighter. But not in the sense that he will lash out when he's anxious. Shanks is a fighter in the sense that he will force himself awake and out of his night terrors.

The main expressions of anxiety for Shanks are nightmares/terrors, shallow breathing, disassociation, and depression.

Mihawk

Mihawk is a character I have a hard time connecting with anxiety. Not because it's impossible for someone stoic to have anxiety. But because I just can't see him not having addressed it by his age. Shanks is believable because he prides himself on being upbeat, fun, merciful, and forgiving. Mihawk's childhood goal was to be the best, so I feel he would have realized a long time ago that he couldn't be the best without having addressed his problems and learning to handle or get over them.

In his youth however, I think he was a fighter similar to Nami. Getting upset with himself for being anxious and at the world for making him anxious.

Mihawk likely spent a lot of time working to address his main issues which I believe to be a god complex, narcissism, self-worth issues, and patients. he's still struggling with that last one.

Buggy

Buggy is all the issues compiled into a singular red nosed train wreck. I would need a week to list all the mental issues he still hasn't learned to cope with healthily. And NO, for all my Buggy stands reading this, you CANNOT fix him.

Buggy in my opinion is a fighter but is far worse than Nami or Mihawk. Buggy's anxiety tends to spiral to the point it becomes panic. For those who don't know, the difference between panic and anxiety attacks is that anxiety haunts the back of your mind and builds, panic will hit you fast and out of nowhere.

Buggy has probably the worst anxiety and symptoms due to being surrounded by a crew with a less than healthy mindset and power dynamic. Symptoms include, aggression, psychosis, delusions, labored breathing, unstable heart palpitations, and restlessness/tremors.

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Announcement for my Daggers & Daffodils readers

To all my readers I thank you for supporting my first fic. Don't worry I will NOT be discontinuing the series.

This next chapter however will be from two separate characters POV, so I want to hold a poll. Would you prefer I post two shorter chapters, one for each POV or put the two together to make the average length chapter?

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