#( wc: 1389 )

[cocogrrrl]

cause and effect

turns out the repercussions of kenny's immortality is more than either of you can possibly fathom. frankly, it terrifies him.

kenny x gn!reader cw: breakdowns, loss of memory, mentions of scars (focused on) wc: 1389

an: based on my hc that every time kenny is revived he looks slightly different, retains scars, and memory is a lil messed up 😇 shoutout to my boo boo cakes/arch enemy cinn-anon 🧍‍♂️🎗 for carrying the plot!!

You can’t really say you enjoy just one part of Kenny.

I mean, of course, you loved every inch of him, but a part that came to his powers was that he looked different every time he came back from the dead.

You felt guilty, but you don’t think you could even recall what he looked like the first time you two met.

Or when he asked you out.

Or when you guys had your first date.

Or when you shared your first kiss.

He always rocked his messy blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Asides from that, nothing else remained consistent with his appearance.

Some days freckles would cover his face. On other days he’d some awful stubble growing on his chin. There was one time he was shorter than you. Another time his teeth were awfully sharp.

All you had to remind yourself of what he looked like were old pictures you had on your phone or photographed lying somewhere in your room.

Despite how often his appearance will change, you were certain that each time he was just as beautiful as the last.

Now you’re lying in your room, idly waiting for him to come. Had he passed recently? Yes, but you were sure he’d always come back.

As you expected, you heard a familiar set of knocks on your door.

“Hi, Ken,” you smiled, quickly pulling him into a tight hug. It’s been about a few days since you’ve seen him.

He looks different, as per usual. There was nothing of note for you to take notice of. Maybe it’s because you've seen him in so many different ways that any change was normal to you now.

“Hey, sugar,” he hummed, combing his fingers through your scalp mindlessly.

“I missed you.”

“You know I do too.”

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“I got this one when I was a kid. I got stabbed by a cult leader!” Kenny beamed, his fingers grazing over the faded scar on his chest that was adjacent to where his heart is.

One more thing about Kenny’s appearance is that the scars he would obtain from his gruesome deaths would appear every time he’s revived. Not all of them were etched onto him, but there were still a lot of marks that littered his body. Currently, you two were looking at said marks in the comfort of your bed.

“What?” That was the only thing you said in reply. Did you hear that correctly? You knew he often got in weird situations, but this was just concerning. 

“Yeah, it’s a long story.” He said, laughing your worry off.

“I wonder how you even get into these types of,” you paused, trying to find the best word to describe Kenny’s unfortunate predicament. “Misfortunes so often?” Misfortune was likely not the word you were looking for. It felt too soft. Tragedy is the word you should’ve used.

“Wish I could tell you that.” He sighed the faintest hint of exhaustion underneath his breath. ”I was pretty reckless as a kid, but my friends were more so.” 

“How so?” You hummed, burying your head in the space where his neck and shoulder met.

“It was Stan, I think? Definitely not Kyle. Maybe it was Cartman.” He spoke slowly, trying to recall the memory as he told you what it was. ”Basically, I have this friend who tried resisting an arrest back in 4th or 5th grade.”

“For what exactly?” 

“He kidnapped another friend, not sure who, so that he can have dinner with us or something.”

“Jesus.” You mumbled. You knew that some of his friends were rough, but this wild this early?

“Yeah, I can’t really seem to remember the story. It’s weird because I was there when it happened.” He was more caught up in his thoughts now than invested to tell you the story.

“I mean, a lot of things happened when you were younger, so I don’t think it’s impossible for you to have not forgotten that.”

“No, but I swear. I used to be able to recall that to every single detail.” You could hear a hint of dread and terror in his voice, but you didn’t want to press on the wound. You were scared you might make things worse.

“Babe, it’s alright.” You reassured him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Let me excuse myself really quick, hold on.” He said, entangling himself from your embrace. You were a little worried, but you let him go ahead.

You didn’t pay too much mind to it, just finding the pillows and sheet on your bed a lot warmer. The emptiness only felt a lot more concerning when he spent a rather long time in your restroom. It didn’t alarm you, but it did worry you.

You walked to the door, knocking on it. “Kenny? Are you okay?” To your surprise, the door knob was unlocked. “I’m coming in.” You said, opening the door.

You found him on the tiled floor, a few tears streaking his face. You weren’t sure if he didn’t hear you or if he meant for you to come in.

“Dear, what’s wrong?” You cooed, finding yourself kneeling beside him and pulling him into a hug.

His eyes were only focused on his scars. “How can you even love me?”

“What do you mean?” You raised a brow.

There was hesitance in the way he moved. “I look different every time I come back, and I can’t help but feel bad for you. Sometimes it feels like I’m not the same person you fell in love with. I don’t think I have an idea what I’m supposed to look like.

“I think I’ve lost my memories because of all the times I died. YN, what if I forget about you? Or Karen? Clearly, I’m already losing my best friends. I don’t think I could handle losing you two, though.” He choked out, arms snaking around your waist as he held on to you tightly—like you were about to disappear into thin air.

“I’m not sure how you love me. I don’t even look like the person I was a few days ago.”

His words were spoken with bated breath. You could just feel the tension and worry coming from him. 

You were only looking at him while he was focused on himself. You felt his confession tug at your heartstrings. You didn’t think Kenny would actually keep his feelings from you. He was usually honest and happy with you.

Apparently not, but that didn’t upset you or break your trust. You were just glad he was even okay to open up to you about this.

“But that’s the thing.” 

“Huh?” He breathed, turning his gaze back to you.

You find yourself tracing the some of scars that covered his back as he basked himself in your touch. “I’ll be honest with you: I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care if you show up one day on my doorstep with a different nose or something. All I know is that I’ll love every version of you no matter what you’re like, yeah?” You whispered, lips barely grazing his as you straddled him with his head in the palm of your hands.

“If you’re scared that you’ll forget any of us, just know that we’ll be here to guide you. For every memory of yours that might fade, we’ll always make a new one. Whether you forget us or not, we’ll be here to stick beside you.”

He only looked at you in silence for a few moments. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking at that moment. “YN?”

“Yeah?”

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Instantly, you felt your lips curl up into a smile you know you’d have no chance of holding back.

“Yeah,” you answered, a tiny giggle coming out of your lips as you did. ”But I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.”

“Well, I love you then.” He spoke, leaning in to close the very small gap between you two. You quickly pulled back after a brief second.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first. You can love me later. You’re all sweaty.” You laughed, giving him a smile and a squeeze on the hand. All he did was nod and smile, gratefulness hinting at the glimmer of his eyes.

[wisteriadumster]

Gamble ❥ Micah Bell

 MICAH BELL X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ ⋆ gambling ⋆ smoking ⋆ drinking ⋆ handjob ⋆ p in v ⋆ light choking ⋆ a lot of aggression ⋆ f! and m! orgasm ⋆

WC➻❥1389➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ it’s just you and Micah at the end of the poker game and you bet yourself. You win and Micah pays for the hotel room, where you have the roughest sex you’ve ever had

A/N ➻❥ I know it’s Micah Bell, but some people actually wanted a fic so I’m providing. I may have also slightly enjoyed this

Do Not Steal Or Translate My Work!

Shags

You sat at the table, waiting for the bet of the remaining gambler, Micah Bell. “Two bucks,” he tossed the cash into the pot. “Two bucks and if I win, well, you take me out.” Micah looked up at your bet, “take me out to that hotel in Valentine.” You pushed your money to the pot, your eyes watching Micah look you all over. “That’s a damn good bet woman,” his voice rasped.

You flipped the final card of the round, you looked back at your cards and held back a smile, a straight flush was in your hands. You looked up at Micah, waiting for him to reveal his hand. “Full house,” he laid the five cards out. Keeping a straight face you set down your cards, “straight flush.” You saw his eyes widen, “you a little cheater ain’t ya?” He looked back down at his cards, “are you upset that I won?” You fake pouted, you knew that Micah was begging to lose while playing. “Ready your horse woman.” He tilted back the final sips of his whiskey and left the table, going to Baylock.

You left camp shortly after Micah, trying not to raise suspicion for the other gang members1, not that they cared who had sex. You hitched your horse and entered the hotel, “how may I help you ma’am?” The hotel owner greeted you, “I’m meeting someone, should’ve rented a room from you not more than an hour ago.” You replied, “ah yes he’ll be upstairs, farthest room to your right.” The man cleared his throat and dismissed you as you went upstairs

You laid a gentle knock on the door, Micah opened it a crack before opening it to allow you in. “You’re serious about this?” Micah was surprised of all people, you wanted to sleep with him. “I’m here aren’t I?” You laugh, “damn right you are.” His eyes stare down your cleavage that you had begun exposing as you walked up the stairs.

Micah watched you as you moved, taking the singular wooden chair and moving it against the window, parallel to the fireplace that was blazing. “Sit,” you moved to the side of the chair, inviting him for your activities. Micah obliged, watching as you went to the door and locked it, then watched as you spun back and went towards him.

You looked down at the seated outlaw, your eyes staring with a certain dominance that Micah wasn’t used to. You lowered down, your legs spreading as your knees bent. Now you’re looking at him with a hint of submission, it made him all the more pleased to see a hint of prey in your eyes. You pulled the buckle of his gun belt loose, allowing yourself to the button of his pants. Micah lets you work, his attention going to the cigarettes in his pocket, which he pulled out and lit. His eyes shut as he began to inhale the tobacco and, as you finally exposed his hard cock. You sucked your cheeks for a moment to accumulate some spit, that you gently put into the palm of your hand. You wrapped your hand around Micah, allowing him to adjust to the sudden touch, you began to follow the length of his cock.

You looked up at him, his head was tilting back as you continued, the cigarette leaving his mouth as he blew out. You loved his vulnerability as you touched him, you never imagined him to be so as, he was so cruel and demented.

“Stop,” he crushed the cigarette ember with his fingers. “I don’t want just this.” You stood up as he did. He was quick to grab hold of you, his rough hands pulling you against him. His lips were anything but romantic, they were hungry and impatient. Micah wanted you, he wanted you bad. His hard cock was pressed against you as you both stumbled around the room, smashing against the dresser. You leaned yourself against it, your hands unsure of where to go, they tugged in his hair, his hat falling to the ground from your aggression. “I've been waitin’ to have you.” He mumbled against your lips before his tongue slipped into your mouth. His tongue explored and tasted you, his body grinding against you.

The room was hot, you were already sweating from his dominance and force. Micah was devouring your lips with his, he pulled back, panting. He began unbuttoning his shirt, which signaled to you to begin removing your own clothes. Thankfully you had worn a simple dress, which you quickly scrunched in your hands and pulled over your body, nothing underneath to protect you. Micah stared at your bare skin, a lustful smirk of his face, ready to have full control over you.

Micah left his shirt on, his stomach free. He grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you against him. His cock was itching and teasing your inner thigh as he kissed your jaw. He kept you against him as he pulled you to the bed, he pushed your shoulders, letting you fall down onto the bed. Your mouth tasted of the whiskey and cigarettes he had before this, before he was kissing down your body. He was ravenous, his tongue swirled around a nipple before he continued down.

Micah pulled himself up, hovering over you before he looked down. Looking down he aligned himself with you. You heard a light exhale come from Micah before his cock pushed into you. You couldn’t resist a moan as he pushed all the way in, making you two even closer together. You looked at Micah, his eyes had a stare, it was one he had when he felt in control. “You like that huh?” He tilted, smirking as he watched your expression.

“Mmmh,” you hummed as he thrusted. Micah was loud, groaning as he pushed in you, “damn you feel good.” He mumbled, a hand going to your right breast, gripping it hard. His thumb ran over and traced your nipple, watching you tense as the sensation.

Micah’s hand traveled up your body, slightly wrapping around your neck. He smirked at how preyful your eyes had become. His breath was hot with tobacco and rugged with whiskey, breathing against your neck as his pace increased. His thrusts; making you clash together, making moans escape you, making groans shoot out of him.

“You feel good, fuck.” His words crawl down you, your body beginning to tense as your orgasm was almost to its peak. A leg was slung over his shoulder, the skin rubbing against his shirt. The bed was shifting and scratching the floor, it was no secret what you two were doing. Your skin smacked each other, adding to the sound of the room that was beginning to overflow with sounds.

“God!” You practically screamed as his tip hit the “itch.” He let out a low laugh and continued to thrust in the direction, making you scream out each time he hit it. As Micah’s own climax rose, the grip around your throat tightened. It felt oddly pleasant, his hand releasing just before it truly began cutting air flow.

Your own climax followed behind by the sudden fulfillment of his cum. Your body relaxed from its tense state, you were loudly panting for air. Micah let your leg fall off him, he was just on top of you, in the same state. “God damn, woman.” He whispered, “you do that better than I had thought.” Micah was no longer denying his past of dirty thoughts of you, not that it had even bothered you at this point.

“Get dressed,” he pulled out his cock, which was still throbbing. “I’ll stay here tonight, you go back to camp.” Micah began to button his shirt as you sat up, “don’t want them knowing I did this.” You were surprised he was embarrassed this happened but you didn’t give it much thought. You grabbed your dress and pulled it over yourself, supporting your weak body against the dresser.

You left the general store, a pack of cigarettes and matches in hand. You mounted your horse and began to Horseshoe Overlook, a newly lit cigarette in your mouth, Micah on your mind.

“Where have you been?” Mary-Beth came up to you as you got off your horse, “I was out.”

[nuclearanomaly]

9 – Fair

wc. 1389 | Post Endwalker, pre 6.1 ​

Ninira Nira, Warrior of Light, hero and saviour of the world does everything within her power to keep the people she loves safe. Tataru Taru, fashion designer, coin keeper, and notorious blackmailer, keeps Ninira safe.

Tataru Taru sat patiently in the elaborate sitting room. It was impressive, she thought, that they had been able to find and furnish such a property in such a short period of time. Though, knowing Ul'dahn merchants it was probably more likely that they had simply maintained ownership of the property despite being out of the country for the better part of 30 summers, give or take. Tataru still hadn’t found exact documentation of the couple’s leaving. 

She had only begun to make her move once she had finished wrapping up her details with the disbandment of the Scions, and once she had established where exactly the merchant couple had settled. She was pleased, and if not grateful, they had chosen a return to Ul'dah. She had briefly considered involving Estinien; an intimidating presence would have only helped her cause. But involving him required explanation. While she may have been able to get him to keep the details of this excursion secret, prying him away from Radz-at-Han would surely have caught Ninira’s attention. And beyond anything Tataru knew Ninira could not be involved in any way. 

She had sent the letter requesting an audience a fortnight past. Fortunately, with a few extra string-pulls her request from Tataru Taru’s Boutique for the organization of a deal for a supplier of dye for her skyrocketing fashion business had been worded in such a way that was sure to catch their eye, and catch it it did. Approval of the meeting, and a time had been sent back to her, exactly as she expected. And though she had been waiting a while in the sitting room, that was also to be expected, it was part of the game. The game that Tataru Taru had fooled them into thinking she was playing, a game that she was going to turn on it’s head. 

The Lalafellin couple entered, dressed in elaborate clothing and fine silks they radiated exquisiteness, perfection. Though Tataru felt smug knowing she had seen them a little more frazzled in Old Sharlayan after their arrival amidst the other Thavnarian refugees. Understandable, after the ordeal they went through, though she knew they deserved none of her sympathies. 

They took seats in the elaborate chairs across from her, impassive and professional as they regarded her. “Tataru Taru, of Tataru Taru’s Boutique I presume?” The lady spoke her voice cool, her tone suggesting she had perhaps expected more of the owner of a fashion business. 

Tataru smiled pleasantly. “Yes, what a pleasure it is to finally make your acquaintance. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me.”

The discussion began, amicably enough. Tataru laying out what she was looking for and what she expected for her business, while they responded in kind. What Tataru was waiting for, however, was the right question, the perfect opportunity to spring her trap and finally it came.

“If I may ask, how you happened to hear of us?” Tataru had learned quickly that the lady handled most of the talking. “We were not long back in Ul’dah when we received your letter, not many clients had heard fully of our move. It is impressive you knew where to find us.”

Tataru smiled. “While my business may be newly budding I have been keeping an eye on potential collaborators for a while now.” She admitted sweetly. “I happened to hear about you from… another under your employment at the time. Rurutsu Rutsu I believe her name was.”

This gave them pause, and though they remained mostly impassive Tataru clocked the brief look of shock on their face.

“I encountered her a while back now. Poking around in my business looking for answers regarding her clients missing daughter.”

The Lady’s eyes narrowed.

“If you’re wondering why you haven’t heard from her, fret not. While she came to no harm we came to a very quick understanding that should she continue to try and follow through on her clients request she would meet dire consequences. I compensated her for her work, as was deserved. Her contract with you is now void and she will not be speaking with you in the future.”

“You dare interfere with private–”

Tataru cut her off. “Hardly private. Apparently your contract contained no requests for privacy in the matter of your search for your daughter, so Rurutsu was very kind to disclose what details she knew of the request and you, to me.”

“The bitch.” The lady had gone so red faced with anger that her fake tan appeared splotchy, Tataru noticed, amused.

“She seems very capable, you hired a good hand so I suppose you don’t need me to tell you how foolish it would be to try and track her down. After that encounter, however, I started conducting some very thorough research. About you, your move from Ul'dah to Radz-at-Han, your attempts to exploit and control the import market on alchemical goods, your profits, your work ethic, your reputation and regard for your employees and clients, and of course your daughter. Incredible how she went missing so long ago and how unphased you seemed by that news of her disappearance, or even possibly her death.”

They both regarded her coolly. 

“The only puzzle I admit I have not yet figured out is why the sudden reinterest in her wellbeing.” Tataru shook her head. “Not that it matters. You’re not stupid and I suspect you have puzzled out a few new possible answers for her on your own. This is where I come in. I’m not here to talk about my business or yours. I’m here to strike a much different deal.”

“The Warrior of Light,” Tataru was not about to hand them Ninira’s name. True it would be easy enough to find if they wished it. Many people knew her identity, but Tataru was not about to let it be known from her. “Blessedly, remembers nothing about either of you. And I intend to keep it that way.” 

“As you may be aware from your brief stay over in Sharlayan—yes I was aware of you then as well—The Scions of the Seventh Dawn, saviors of the star, are a group of powerful individuals.” While the disbandment of the scions was official in the public eye she highly doubted either of these individuals had heard the news, or paid it any mind if they had. 

“Even more powerful are their connections. We have a well established repertoire with the city leaders, their soldiers, merchants, craftsmen, spanning the entire star. As official secretary to the scions I have dealt with many of these individuals personally and have their favour should I ever need to call upon it.”

Neither of the other Lalafell had so much as moved while she spoke, though Tataru suspected that should the lady narrow her eyes much further they would be reduced to slits. 

“I’ll cut to the chase. Consider this a cease and desist. If I catch so much as a hint that you have started to take action in the search for your daughter again. If I catch word that the Warrior of Light has become even marginally aware of your existence. I will not only end your business but I will crush your finances and scrape you for every last Gil of your worth.”

The lady’s hands had balled to fists in her lap, knuckles white. Even the man furrowed his brow at this remark.

“You may think my threats are hollow but I have it on good authority that the Saatrap of Radz-at-Han, the place you called home for so long, is willing to bring any and all documents of your time there to light. Whatever is needed to ensure the protection of the Warrior of Light.”

This made the man pale slightly and the lady sucked in a sharp breath. “You would do no such thing.” She hissed.

“I would. You have my word.” Tataru smiled sweetly. “My demands are simple. You will never talk to, try to talk to, reach out to, or attempt to communicate with the Warrior of Light. Aside from that I have little care for what you do. Grow your wealth and bask in whatever comfort it brings you. But do so knowing that I will personally take every last bit from you should you ever break my terms. A fair deal is it not?”

[momoiiiyume]

will never be

modern fantasy au risa x limbo wc:1389

note: a continuation of something more!

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Several hours later and Limbo returned to his hideout where he put Risa. Helvetica was sitting on the couch reading something but he won’t bother with him right now. He moves past Helvetica and immediately goes to the kitchen and then to the nun. Risa was still sleeping in her room. She was almost heavily injured from that attack. He wasn’t sure what exactly happened but he sensed something was wrong and went to rescue her. He carried her to safety at a nearby hideout. Nothing could get in as it was warded with vampiric spells of his doing. Only trusted people could be let in, hence Helvetica was allowed special entry. The hideouts were also hidden from sight and tracing as Limbo’s scent masks them. One of the perks of being a royal pureblood. 

Limbo walked up to the nun and sat on the chair beside the bed. He looked at the girl, with observing eyes. No matter how much he looks at the girl, he can only see Beatrice. He knew he shouldn’t be, but only Beatrice invaded his mind. 

He closes his eyes and thinks of a past memory. 

“Beatrice, huh? What a pretty name.” He smiles, looking at her. They were sitting on a bench at her farm. This is the first time they’ve met but it was almost love at first sight for them. “Limbo isn’t a not-so-bad name either.” Beatrice giggled. They would talk for hours about anything and Limbo would not get bored. 

The vampire comes back to the present and looks at the girl again. He knows Beatrice reincarnated into this girl. He could feel her presence reside within her. Even their appearances were uncanny. It’s messing him up. 

The girl stirs awake. “Bea-! R-Risa…!” He corrects himself as he gets up and watches her open her eyes. Like Beatrice’s. As Risa wakes up, she looks at the ceiling and then looks over to Limbo when he calls for her. What did he say first? “Oh, Limbo. You’re here.” She puts a smile on. Like Beatrice’s. She tries to get up but winces from laying down. “Go slowly, Risa. You’re still injured.”  He guides her to a sitting position and once she’s settled, he sits back down on the chair. “So, how do you feel right now?”  He asks with concern. “I think I’m okay, pretty stiff from the sleep but otherwise okay. But I don’t really feel my legs right now. Must be a pretty bad fall from that attack.” She laughs it off like it was nothing. She almost laughs like Beatrice! 

He sighed. “Then I must ask you to stay here for the time being until your legs heal. I don’t want you going off on your own with injured legs.” Somehow she knew this, no way she would go out like this. “But my father…? And my friends?” She questioned. “I’m sure they’ll worry I’ll be gone for a few days.” He chuckled. “Not to worry, I already took care of that. That’s partly why I was gone.”

“Oh. Well if you say so. I can’t really do anything there.” 

“Right, you just focus on getting better. You’ll be out of here in no time.” 

She only nodded but the growling noise of her stomach made her blush. Limbo laughed. “You must be hungry then. The other reason I left was to get you some food.” He got up from the chair and headed out to the kitchen. “I’ll be right back with your food.” 

It was almost weird for Limbo to make food for a human, or rather buy food. The last time he did it was with… 

Limbo was unpacking the food from the bag. It was chicken noodle soup. He read that the soup was good for the human body. As he went back to Risa’s room, Helvetica still on the couch said, “You know, you really ought to stop comparing her to Beatrice. She is not her in the slightest. Risa wouldn’t like it if you kept doing that.” He was right, but every time he looks at Risa, all he can see is Beatrice. Limbo didn’t respond and went into the room. Helvetica only sighed, going back to his book.

As he walked into the room, he watched Risa looking at the faux window next to her. While he is almost immune to the sunlight, his hideout was underground but he installed some window-like frames, just to make it like a room above the surface. For the first time, he could almost see her as Risa with her profile being beautiful and framed nicely, but Beatrice is too plagued in his mind. He was stunned, he almost forgot he was holding soup. He cleared his throat to announce his presence.

She heard it and looked towards him. “Risa, I have chicken noodle soup with me.” He said as he put it down on a tray and set it near her. “Oh, that looks good! Thank you.” She smiled as she looked at it before holding the spoon in her hand. “You know, this is the first time in a while I had this. The last time I had it was when I was like 19 years old and was sick. Couldn’t do my nun duties that week.” She laughed as she told her past to him. She took a spoonful of it, blew it to cool it off and took a sip. Risa took a second to savour the soup and immediately smiled. “Oh wow, this is so delicious! Limbo, did you make this?” 

He shook his head but was delighted she liked it. “Unfortunately, I did not. I only got it from a shop in town. I’m glad it's to your likely, Risa. If you’re feeling better, we can try out that restaurant.” He says, but Limbo can’t consume food. He’ll just have to watch her reaction. Risa catches this, she was vaguely aware of him being a vampire. He hasn’t told her yet but the Limbo from a few nights ago she saw had hinted it to her. She ignores what he said but agreed on the date. Anything to spend more time with him. 

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It was 2 days later and she is able to walk again, however, she could only take small steps. She could get out of bed and walk around, just to get the feeling of her legs again. Limbo and Helvetica were out, they didn’t say where but she doesn’t mind. So she walked around the room. 

As she practiced her walking, in the corner of her eye, she saw something glint. It was on a shelf. She walked to it as if she was possessed by it. The item she saw was a music box in the shape of a star however it didn’t look like it has been touched in years. It was pretty dusty. She quickly cleaned it and turned the handle to play the music. The music started playing and figures popped out as they danced in a circle. “Canon in D?” She immediately recognized the music. It was something she learned while working at the church. It would sometimes play at weddings, though it wasn’t really her taste in wedding music. As she started listening more to it, her head started hurting and hurting to the point where she fainted, dropping the music box on the ground beside her.

“Canon in D?” Limbo questioned. “Yeah! I heard it a few days ago and I just thought it would be perfect as a wedding song. It sounds like it, right? Imagine this song as I walk down the aisle. You would instantly be crying your eyes out.” She rambled, while both were laying down at a nearby hill. Limbo closed his eyes to imagine Beatrice on the aisle. He did quite enjoy that. Something he can see happening. 

Limbo smiled again, “Yes, I think you’d be beautiful walking down the aisle with this song. It’s very fitting for you.” He took a hold of her hand and kissed it. “My pretty bride.” Beatrice suddenly blushed. “W-wait that’s not what I-!” But she was cut off by the kiss of Limbo.

As the memory had played in her head while she was passed out on the floor, Risa subconsciously shed a tear.

[rkseungjoon]

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he took his picks very seriously. the first example: scheduling the audition to a day that wouldn’t conflict with his erratic sleep schedule. then, came phase two. hyunjoon was his knowledgable young neighbor. not only that, but he had just won the trc triple threat challenge, so he ought to be good at something. “which idols are famous right now?” seungjoon asks without actually thinking what a dangerous question that was. the boy went on about how much he adored luxe for a very long time but eventually offered him a few more suggestions. there weren’t many questions asked and the man was glad. he already felt terrible hiding this information from him, and if hyunjoon actually confronted him about it seungjoon would probably pass out right on the spot.

instead, he made his way back to his computer, trying to find out what would be the best choice for him. even for someone who wasn’t that knowledgable on idols, nothing was really a surprise. they played everywhere you went. and it wasn’t like seungjoon hated them; it was only a preference. and it still is. the man struggles to find something he’d actually feel comfortable standing in front of a jury and singing. his salvation comes a few pages deeper into youtube after the algorithms had finally completed doing their job to find his perfect match.

a remix was exactly what he needed. it kept the freshness of the song, and probably what would have been expected in an audition. yet it still has a breath of fresh air by changing things up a little. that was exactly his style, and if he had to be put to the test then at least seungjoon wanted to do it in a way he would have enjoyed watching, in case he was the jury.

the days leading up to it are the weirdest. he doesn’t have many left, admittedly, and it’s a bit troublesome for him to nail the entire song in one single go. the first time he listened to it was a week before, and now he not only had to know the lyrics but also had to perform it well.

he wishes nayeon was there. she’d know what to tell him, he’s sure of it. as much of a mess as they were, they always did a good job of complimenting each other. last time something like this happened (and it was something exactly like this), they went out together to make the girl feel better but, at the end of their karaoke experience, seungjoon was happy. some people imagined the audience naked, he had heard, but maybe if they were all nayeon things could be a little easier.

it takes him a few minutes while staring at a wall before noticing the girl beside him. she was filled with energy; with dreams. it should automatically make him feel bad. how many children were out there with actual dreams and yet the person they gave a card to was him? except, there is this energy inside of her that actually makes him smile. it feels like sitting beside hyunjoon except for a bit brighter if he dares to think it. the boy had managed to read his mind before and he wouldn’t dare to think he wouldn’t be able to it again, even if from afar. on second thought, the boy was probably right inside that very same building.

when they call his name he stands up. this was it! shit!

suddenly, he’s already standing in the middle of the room. he remembers making his way there, but while it happened it didn’t feel as quick. why did they all look like men? this isn’t how it was supposed to go. seungjoon tries to clean the sweat from his palms, anything to distract himself. one of them asks him something and the noise he thought was in the room completely vanishes. it was all in his head. “what?” he needs to ask, and the man repeats himself. “will you introduce yourself?”

seungjoon nods for a few moments. this is probably standard procedure to whoever knew how auditions worked. “my name is… lee seungjoon.” he swallows his own spit. now his mouth feels dry. this isn’t going to go along well with this performance. he was a nurse; he should take better care of himself.

he is a nurse.

“well, okay.” the man motions towards the staff member standing by the audio equipment what was probably the sign to start the song. he wants to tell that he isn’t ready, but he doesn’t. his eyes simply watch as he slowly presses play. the first few beats start playing and seungjoon comes to the realization that he isn’t holding a microphone. his eyes grow a bit wider. he stares at each member of the jury with his palms completely open but their signs of concern were probably towards his own condition and not about a missing microphone. so… he wasn’t supposed to have a microphone. good. this was good.

he was thankful for the long introduction at the start of the song. if his way inside the room had been quick, seungjoon was glad at least this took a bit longer. he clenches his jaw; squeezes his hands tightly into fists. this was it. all he had to do was to not completely suck.

눈짓도 손짓도 어떤 표정도 소용이 없네 하나도 안 통해 눈치도 코치도 전혀 없나 봐 더 이상 어떻게 내 맘을 표현해

for a song about being expressive seungjoon feared a bit for himself. while his jaw had relaxed, his hands still felt tense. he waited for the movie miracle to come. there was always this sudden flash of confidence that hit the lead character and gave them the singing abilities they never knew they had. now he knows movies are all fake. as a lover of romantic comedies, he feels a bit betrayed.

without the actual strength to fight his own body, seungjoon slowly sways his fists to try and pass the idea that he had actually planned this from the start. at least his voice is stable, he thinks. at the very least it was stable enough. as long as he remembers all the lyrics he’d feel good about himself. he isn’t there to actually get signed as a trainee, right? this is only to prove something to himself. that was solely it, and all he had to do was not mess up.

the fact the words felt so silly is probably that kick on the back that he needed. singing ‘jjirit jjirit’ feels ten times better than it probably would attempt an extremely emotional ballad. during his time, seungjoon always identified himself as more of the jjirit side; the type to enjoy the music video with superpowers and aliens. it’s what he’s trying to keep in mind now. while singing, he wants to imagine the colorful world tooice lives in with all their happy superpowers and failed confession attempts. it didn’t feel that far from home.

Trying to let you know Sign을 보내 signal 보내 I must let you know Sign을 보내 signal 보내

he had forgotten the fact the song was actually about less than a minute and a half long. not knowing the entire song probably came to his advantage for once. the silence returns now and he stares at the people in front of him, yet a little less scared. they’re expecting something from him and this time he manages to think things through. “thank you.” seungjoon bows once toward the jury, and then again towards the staff member dealing with the audio. when he reaches for the doorknob his hand grabs it without much trouble.

the man opens the door slowly; with a smile. he hadn’t noticed it happen while he sang. the entire time, he wondered why movies would lie to him so badly. his shoulders felt like they had just carried the weight of the sky for about less than a minute and a half. except, when he reached for that doorknob, his hands grabbed onto it. sometime during the song, they weren’t fists anymore.

the outside is much noisier than inside. seungjoon stands for a minute right by the doors of the trc building before finally starting to walk away. he wished there was someone to tell.

[narastories]

Nara’s Fanfiction Masterlist

Updating this again! I’ll put the newer stuff first this time and I will also finally crop this post lol As always, please make sure to read the tags on AO3. Not including every single fic, this is just me organizing my pretties and making headers for them. You can always check my AO3 page for more ;)

The Dresden Files

Nicodemus Archleone/Harry Dresden

series - Small Favor AU

moral compass for hire - wc 10087 M

In which Harry and Nicodemus have deep conversations, flirt, make out and eventually come to an arrangement both of them can live with. Set during and after Small Favor.

sword fights, etymology, nosy friends and pillow talk among broken glass - wc 15605 E

Where everyone is struggling to come to terms with Harry’s taste in men. Including Harry.

series - Kissing Verse

desperate times - wc 1745 NR

Harry makes a surprising discovery and uses it as a distraction in a desperate moment.

leisurely times - wc 4437 E

Harry puts the piece of paper and the information on it to good use. A date follows.

standalone

How Many Denarians Does it Take to Win a Duel? - wc 1579 NR

One too many if Harry Dresden is involved. Or what if Harry involved Nicodemus in the duel with Ortega.

doughnuts of darkness - wc 1389 NR

Harry has a thing for doughnuts. Nicodemus most definitely knows. The question remains whether the doughnuts are poisoned...

Piel Canela - wc 3998 E

Harry gets tied up with Nicodemus's noose. Set in a post-Changes AU.

a proper union - Harry Dresden/Nicodemus Archleone/Deirdre Archleone - wc 3324 E

After making an ally out of Harry, Nicodemus and Deirdre decide to tease him a little. Harry tries coming out on top.

Misc. Dresden fics

a little bit more than dinner - Harry Dresden/Thomas Raith - wc 3710 E

Thomas had been fighting his hunger for the past year, only taking the barest minimum to survive. I thought of the burning thirst that still remained in my throat after that first, blissful sip of cold water and decided this couldn’t go on like this.

shirt thief - Harry Dresden/Thomas Raith - wc 187 NR

Thomas changes into a shirt that looks suspiciously familiar to Harry.

never been much of a good (good woman) - Nicodemus Archleone/Anna Valmont - wc 4984 E

Anna Valmont hates Nicodemus Archleone. He uprooted her life and killed her two best friends. She also intends to get revenge. All of that that doesn't mean they can't also have a little fun. Skin Game hate-fucking fic.

The Fetch Phillips Archives

what do they know about us? - Fetch Phillips/Eliah Hendricks - wc 2682 NR

Set around that fateful night told in The Last Smile in Sunder City. What if Fetch didn't push Hendricks away? What if Hendricks came clean about the story of the Chimera? What if they could have talked things through?

the blessing flower incident - Fetch Phillips/Eliah Hendricks/Amarita Quay - wc 4205 M

Hendricks drags Fetch and Amari with him to participate in the Midsummer festivities. A local custom makes them confront their feelings.

series - when it comes to you - Thurston Niles/Fetch Phillips

the real reason fetch doesn't drink anymore - wc 5256 E

Fetch gets drunk and goes looking for a fight. Niles sees through him and gives him something else instead.

just for tonight - wc 4367 E

When it all gets a little too much, Fetch turns to a solution that already worked once. Except this time, maybe he learns how to ask nicely.

Outlander

Lord John Grey/Tom Byrd

standalone

believe me - wc 3972 E

The one where Tom gets gagged. Fills my Outlander Bingo square “Make me.”

breaking point - wc 5277 E

The one where everyone is mean and bisexual. Filly my Outlander Bingo square “What do you mean this is a gay bar?”

encounter in the park - wc 1747 E

The one where John is an unreliable narrator and Tom gets his breeches dirty. Written for the Outlander Bingo for the square “What else can you do with that mouth?”

the man in the coat - wc 3267 E

The one where Tom has great appreciation for Lord John’s coat. Written for the Lord John Grey Reading Nook's Cocoa & Kink event.

mine - wc 1444 E

The one where a dinner guest shows interest in Tom and Lord John doesn't like it at all.

rum, spices and river water - wc 3515 E

On their way back from a dinner party Lord John and Tom Byrd take a swim in the river in order to escape the Jamaican heat. Fills my Outlander Bingo square “Skinny Dipping”.

snake under the bed - wc 4051 E

The one where there are cockroaches, snakes, and Tom also gets jealous. Fills my Outlander Bingo square “Mutual Pining”.

stray bullets and selfless valets - wc 3140 E

Set in the timeline of The Scottish Prisoner. Except after Tom gets shot, other things happen. Fills my Outlander Bingo square “After an Injury/While Hurt”.

a valet calls - wc 2608 T

This is the rewrite of Tom Byrd's and Lord John Grey's first meeting in 'Lord John and the Private Matter' from Tom's POV. 

series - Tom Byrd and the Succubus

Lord John, the Succubus - wc 2856 E

The one where Lord John reveals his dark secret. Written for the Lord John Grey Reading Nook's Trick-or-Twink Halloween event.

Feeding Your Succubus - wc 3301 E

The one where there is a hungry succubus, a table full of tasty food, and Tom participates in supper in more than one way. Written for the Lord John Grey Reading Nook's Cocoa & Kink event.

series - midnight trouble 

midnight trouble - wc 3364 E

John takes a walk in the forest and rescues a young man. But was he in need of rescuing at all? Written for the Lord John Grey Reading Nook's Trick or Twink event. Also fills my "Creature AU" square for the Outlander Bingo.

a long kiss - wc 4196 M

John keeps going back to the creek. Tom keeps renewing his promise. Until he doesn't. Written for the Lord John Grey Reading Nook's Trick or Twink event. Also fills my Outlander Bingo square "Oh that tingles".

series - Needle and Lodestone

needle and lodestone - wc 2166 T

Where Lord John and Tom Byrd reflect on the visit to Lavender House.

a year is a long time - wc 4994 E

A year later after the events of “needle and lodestone”. Fills my "Leaving Marks" square for the Outlander Bingo.

multichapter

put my heart in your pocket - wc 51,799 E

A story that roughly follows the timeline of the Lord John books while Lord John and Tom fall in love. My dissertation on the pairing :P

Lord John Grey/Tom Byrd/Percy Wainwright

wasting wine - wc 4724 E

In which Percy wastes some good wine, but neither John nor Tom are particularly mad about it. Fills my "Percival ‘Percy’ Beauchamp" square for the Outlander Bingo.

what of love - wc 23668 E

The one where Tom gets Percy out of prison, cleans him up for Lord John, and somewhere along the lines gets to keep both of them.

Lord John Grey/Percy Wainwright

two years without, one with (you) - wc 8894 M

What would have happened if John never went to Helwater to attend Geneva Dunsany's funeral? What if, instead, he stayed in London and got to know Percy Wainwright better? What if both of them were just a bit more honest and a bit more willing to talk? A sort-of fix-it to BotB. This work fills my "Hal Grey Lord Melton" square for the Outlander Bingo

Alex Randall/Jonathan “Black Jack” Randall

- umbrella warning for incest (duh)

as always - wc 2682 E

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, intersex!Alex + period sex

feels like home - wc 2144 T

Imagine: Jonathan Randall, new Captain of Dragoons goes home for the first time after buying his commission. He's a bit banged up. Being a soldier is hard and he hasn't earned his black reputation yet. Alex Randall is wrapped in a blanket so that he won't catch a cold. He's been worried. And he's been missing his brother awfully. Shameless, self-indulgent fluff

his brother's coat - wc 2172 M

Inspired by my other red coat fic. Alex Randall doesn't mind his brother's coat too much.

sunburn - wc 3796 E

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Modern!AU, Alex and Jack are enjoying their yearly holiday on a tropical island. Alex has a crush that is increasingly becoming a problem. Mary provides emotional support.

Jamie Fraser/Jonathan "Black Jack” Randall/Lord John Grey

series - J/J/J - a modern BDSM AU series - all safe, (mostly) sane and consensual, but big umbrella trigger warning for BJR in general

a room for three - wc 6269 E

Lord John Grey was completely fine with his boyfriend acquiring a Dom. He just didn't expect the man to be such an asshole. Or that he would be turned on by that.

gotta listen when the devil's calling - wc 6105 E

John wasn't looking forward to his birthday. Aberdeen was cold and bloody far away. This year they also got a surprise travel companion last minute and John is convinced, it couldn't get any worse. But perhaps, it's not so bad after all.

loose cannon - wc 6220 E

"As it turned out, Jack Randall did have something to do in Aberdeen. He didn’t tell John what it was, of course, the bastard, but he promised he would be there at his birthday dinner before the first course. John wouldn’t have exactly minded if he was late. As long as he would torment Hal, he would be satisfied."

practice - wc 3784 E

John comes home from a work trip to find Jamie carrying the marks of his quality time with Jack. This leads to some unexpected feelings which Jack Randall shamelessly exploits.

Misc. Outlander

green velvet - Jack Byrd & Joseph Trevelyan - wc 2171 E

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Jack Byrd realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for his master. Missing scene from Lord John and the Private Matter.

maybe you believe in love - Claire Beauchamp/Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall & Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall - wc 11124 E

Claire had done many things to escape Black Jack Randall. Upon their third meeting, when she gets captured by the Captain again, before being able to return to her own time, she decides that telling the truth for once might be worth a try.

Genshin Impact

the hero's prize - Genshin Impact - Aether/Enjou - wc 3,529 E

Aether is intrigued by the Abyss Lector he got to know as Enjou. He also demands more compensation for the trouble Enjou caused him. the real reason fetch doesn't drink anymore 

[cocogrrrl]

kenny mccormick 🍁🥧🎻

★ drifters | gn!reader | killjoys au ⋆ you're willing to put yourself through hell for him, but a freak accident causes the situation to make him the one near death's row instead. (wc: 4224)

★ dasies | implied fem!reader | part of the hanahaki au series! ⋆ you find yourself growing close and eventually developing feelings for kenny—a guy you met at a party. you develop hanahaki because of it as well. now, what are you gonna do? (wc: 5064)

★ cuddles with rocket | gn!reader ⋆ after an immensely tiring day, kenny arrives at a sight that eases every stress in his mind. (wc: 434)

★ bandages | gn!reader | mysterion!kenny ⋆ when you find out that the sudden thumping by your fire exit is a masked vigilante in serious pain, you have no other choice than to help him. (wc: 2001)

★ off-week | gn!reader | mysterion!kenny ⋆ part two to bandages: mysterion crashes in your apartment again, and some things start to be revealed. (wc: 1943)

★ who are you? | gn!reader ⋆ while you're on a date with your boyfriend, when a girl comes up claiming that she's his boyfriend. (requested!) (wc: 755 for kenny)

★ expressions | female!reader | main three (separate) x female!reader ⋆ (headcannons + drabbles!) the main three's separate reaction to their artist gf who is very expressive whenever they draw (requested!) (wc: 360 for kenny)

★ help arrived | gn!reader | mysterion!kenny ⋆ while on a morning walk with kenny, you accidentally find yourself alone and in imminent trouble. luckily for you, mysterion comes to save the day. (requested!) (wc: 1191)

★ cause and effect | gn!reader ⋆ turns out the reprecussions of kenny's immortality is more than either of you can possibly fathom. frankly, it terrifies him. (wc: 1389)