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iwadori · 3 years

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Why you break up with the haikyu boys part 2 (Osamu, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ushijima.)

Part 1 (Atsumu, Oikawa, Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Genre: angst

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Osamu: “For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know that you...”

You and Osamu were basically arranged to be together, you were best friends from when you were little and your parents thought you were a match made in heaven.

Did you love Osamu? Of course, you pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on.

But there was always a strange look he gave you whenever he mentioned his brother. You never really focused on it, but that was something you took note of.

When you came back home, after a long day of work. You see Osamu sitting in the kitchen alone, with some paper in front of him and a drink in his hand.

“‘Samu Babe!” You exclaim sauntering over to him “How are yo-“

“Don’t.” He said simply, taking a sipping some of his drink (to which you could only assume was some form of hard liquor.)

“Why ‘Samu, what’s wro-“

“You bought tickets to his game.”

“Who’s game?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, you bought tickets to my idiot of a brothers game in an attempt to slut around under my nose..”

“Samu, that’s not what it was I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Y/N!” He yelled slamming his drink down making you flinch.

“Gosh Samu whats wrong with you. I know that I had a teeny crush on Atsumu when we were kids but it was just a childhood crush. An innocent childhood crush.”

“For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know yo-“

“You know what? That I’ve spent majority of my life, trying to ease your own insecurities and jealousy of your own goddamn brother. How childish can you be Osamu ?”

Osamu eyes opened a bit in realisation, and his lips slightly parted. “But Y/N, you-“

“I what? Brought us tickets to your TWIN brothers final volleyball game, because I wanted him to see the support from his family and friends.”

“I’m sorry Y/N I really a-“

“Don’t.” you say picking up the tickets and turning around “I just thought maybe, just maybe for at least a day you could put your weird feelings towards your brother aside... but I guess you can’t.”

You left the apartment, and got your stuff another day (one where you knew Osamu was at work.)

No you did not end up dating Atsumu, you were most certainly friends and only friends. You did end up going to the game on your own, to cheer on Atsumu who most definitely appreciated it.

You thought you saw a certain Miya twins sitting in the stands at of the game, hiding his face with a baseball cap. Which made you smile a bit...

Well at least he ended up coming to the game.

Iwaizumi: “I just don’t want you Y/N, I never did”

In your second year of Seijoh Highschool, you were approached by a rough looking boy who had a ‘resting bitch face,’ and looked like they were coming to pick a fight with you.

But no, it was just “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

He was very popular throughout your school, as he was vice captain of the schools volleyball team and he was Oikawa Toorus best friend.

So when he approached you that Friday afternoon at your locker, you definitely didn’t know why.

“Y/N..” he said nervously scratching the back of his neck “umm this is for you..”

In his hands was a bar of chocolate and a scrunched up note that read

AN: DID I WRITE THAT NOTE MYSELF, yes yes I did anyways...

You were very surprised at this sudden confession as you and Iwaizumi weren’t in the same social circles and you were definitely not the type of girl that would be on his ‘radar.’

You had a quite unsettling feeling, which made you subconsciously squint your eyes at him. But they soon soften as you saw the nervousness that Iwaizumi was showcasing to you as you were contemplating on you answer.

You got out a pen, shaking the unsettling feeling you had out of your head. And ticked the box “Yes” giving it back to Iwaizumi.

He smiled widely and rushed towards you in an attempts in giving you a hug which went awkwardly wrong leaving you both laughing.

Dating Hajime, wasn’t bad nor good... it’s just what you wouldn’t expect it to be.

There wasn’t much of a change to what your usual school routine was which consisted of: going to lessons and spending break and lunch on your own reading a book.

And technically you were still doing that, but you were now just always with Hajime. Wether it was at lunch or at practice (which he always insisted you go to, also hinting that he would like for you to bring him bentos to practice.) which you did end up doing.

One day, whilst doing your daily “bento delivery,” to your boyfriend, you overhear him talking to his friends; Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

“God I can’t stand her, always running behind me like a lost puppy giving me bentos that I didn’t even fucking as for” he complained, making you gasp.

“Really?” Exclaimed Hanamaki “I know you said she confessed to you one time, but I didn’t know it was that bad?”

“Yeah she’s a stalking bitch, it’s getting annoying.”

“Gosh it’s seems someones getting a taste of the ‘Oikawa Experience’” Matsun said making them all laugh.

You entered the room, furious. “What the fuck Hajime?”

“Woah woah woah, it’s seems your stalkers about iwa, we’ll leave you too it” said Hanamaki, with Matsun following behind him as they leave.

“What do they mean I’m a stalker?”

“Well aren’t you?” He responded with a smirk

“Gosh y/n you’ve been following me about for a while now, dont you think it’s time to stop”

“Bu-But you confessed, with your note and w-“

“Are you sure about that Y/N, cause I don’t really recall ...?”

“Hajime don’t lie, we were dating.. we ARE DATING.”

“Okay Y/N let me fill you in on a little secret,” he said leaning down next to your ear “I don’t want you Y/N, I never did.”

“ but why m-“

“Why you? Because nobody knows Y/N L/N and nobody cares, I can tarnish your name and nobody will give a shit.. and that’s why your an easy target” he said still smiling “ I just wanted to rub it into Shittykawas face that I had my own little “fan club”

You were stunned, frozen in shock as Iwaizumi walks past you to leave the gym, making sure to grab the bento you made him.

“Thanks again for the help, I’m definitely going to miss these bentos!”

You should have listened to your gut feeling from before.

Daichi: “you’re just not marriage material”

Daichi was “the perfect guy,” he was nice to strangers and was helpful to the community and just an all round great guy.

So it was a massive question as to why he went for you, since you were definitely not the girl for Daichi.

“I don’t care what anyone says, your the perfect girl for me” was what he always said.

Even though those statements went out the window whenever his mother got involved.

Daichi’s mum was a strict traditional woman, who believed in family values that went back thousands of years ago.

And she most certainly didn’t like you.

She wanted you to be Daichi’s doting wife, who cooked and cleaned for him. Whilst he works and was the breadwinner of the house.

Although you found no problem with the women that did do this, but this was not for you.

When it comes to meet ups with you, Daichi and his mother. He never told her to stop when it came to the rude comments she made about you, or the times she suggested Daichi go for a more “prim and proper” girl named “Misaki Ayuzawa.”

After the meetings, when his mother was gone, he always tried to reassure that she was wrong and her words didn’t matter.

But you knew they did, that daichi was actually considering some of the things she said about you wether they were true or not.

The tension in your household was strong, since you barely talked to each other anymore. But you had hope for better things...

Until one day, you get a message from Daichi’s mother saying. “It seems Daichi made the right choice, as we all know ‘Mother Knows best.’” With a video attached of Daichi proposing to the one and only “Mikasa Ayuzawa” surrounded by all their high class business friends.

When Daichi got home he yelled, “Y/N, where are you I was at this business party at this fancy restaurant and I got some nice things for you to try!”

“Business party?” You say rolling your eyes “Or Engagement party.”

The shocked look on his face made you smile, as you both knew now that he was caught.

“Fuck you daichi! Why would you do this without even tell me !” You yelled, tearing up a bit.

“Y/N, it wasn’t meant to go down like that it was just I was talking to my mu-“

“Fuck your mum! And you!”

“I’m sorry Y/N you’re just not marriage material an-“

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say, you’ve done it and it’s over with”you said leaving.

“I’ll come back to get my stuff later,” you say “oh and congratulations on the engagement Sawamura-San”

After you said that, Daichi’s heart broke.

He did end up marrying her, and he regretted every day of it. Since she was great and all, but she just wasn’t you...

But he knows now you’re long gone, definitely not going to forgive him for marrying another girl whilst being with him.

Ushijima : stop being so emotional

You and Ushijima were very much opposite In every aspect, and at first it wasn’t really a problem.

Especially since you always excused it as “opposite attracts.”

But recently all you and Ushijima do is argue, left and right always arguing.

You complained about Ushijimas lack of emotion when it came to you, you don’t think he cared about you or about anything.

Whenever you brought up something that was wrong he would reply with “Y/N this is something you need to be acting all upset about.”

And that would definitely upset you even more, you just wanted him to notice you or shout “Y/N I care about you and I love you.”

But Of course he didn’t.

One night he came back late (again) after promising to be home early to have a meal together.

“What’s taken you so long Ushi?” You asked

“I was at practice. I told you this.” He said simply, remaining as stoic as ever.

“But you said- you promised that we can have dinner together.” You said

“ oh well I’m sorry. We can have dinner now if you like.”

“I’m not hungry anymore” you mumbled past him, going to your bedroom.

“Y/N, what’s your problem” he said following after you.

“It’s nothing...”you said tears filling your eyes.

“Okay I’m going to go eat now.” He said leaving you alone in the room going to the kitchen, making you sigh.

After you calm yourself and collect your faults, you go into the kitchen where Ushijima is at the table eating.

“Ushijima, we need to talk.” You said taking a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“We should break up.”

“Okay.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You say tearing up again.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking that for a while now.” He said bluntly “since Y/N, you’re just too emotional.”

“Oh I see.” You say now full on crying.

Ushijima looks up to see you all teared-eye, and he is kind of suprised because ‘why were you upset.’ He got up and tried to console you, but you flinched away and said “Don’t, just don’t Ushijima.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...”

“Why are you sorry? Do you even know what you’re apologising for?”

“No.”

“Well then, just seems to prove my point further...” you go to leave before saying “thanks for the wonderful time... I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”

AN: can someone appreciate what I did with Iwaizumis....no? Okay 😃 I feel this one way way more angsty then part one but oh well. What did you think.

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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for the love that i’ve lost | miya atsumu

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader wc: 1633 words, angst with happy ending (maybe? lol) summary: when the past finally catches up to him, atsumu decides to make long overdue amends.

Atsumu lives life with no regrets. In all his years, he’s been careful with his choices and decisions; no hint of hesitation in his actions as he’s never too fond of the idea of looking back and beating himself up over the chances that he didn’t take.

But with this invitation in one hand and his brother on the phone in the other, he gets an unsettling feeling. The one mistake that he has been running away from all these years has caught on to him. In his palm, his greatest fear has materialized.

“‘Tsumu, are you still there?”

For a minute, the setter was frozen in place, the hand holding the piece of paper was shaking and his eyes frantically reading and reading the contents of the letter. His strong resolve crumbles, the feelings he has locked away in his heart comes crashing in waves and he’s overwhelmed with the bitterness of longing and regrets – the very emotions that he has been concealing for the past years.

Osamu is still talking in the other line, filling the silence that his twin brother left. When he came home from work, the other half of the Miya brothers saw a suspiciously decorated envelope on the mailbox. Ripping it open, he carefully reads the words written in cursive letters and when he processes it, his mind instantly flies to Atsumu.

And with Atsumu's prolonged silence on the phone, he figures that he's looking at the invitation right now.

"—don't have to go, you know that, Atsumu. I can attend in your stead. You're probably busy with training anyway, especially with the exhibition match against Schweiden Adlers happening soon."

"’Samu," Atsumu's voice wavers as he contemplates what he's about to say next. "Did you know? About her engagement?"

He sinks down on the sofa, closing his eyes and remembers the day she texted about the news. "Yeah, she informed me. I'm sorry I didn't relay the news to you."

Atsumu chuckles bitterly, the tight grip he has on the letter slowly crumpling the paper. "You're mean, you know that?"

"Oi, shut up," Osamu raises his voice in his defense. "You're the one who asked me not to tell you any updates about her. I wouldn't have known that she'd send you a letter directly."

A beat passes before he continues his statement. He knows his brother best, and if his intuitions were correct, Atsumu’s currently sulking and wishing for a way to undo his past.

"She still cares for you, ‘Tsumu. She misses her friend.”

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The setter retires to the comforts of his soft bed, laying on his stomach and groaning loudly on a pillow. He’s still reeling from the aftershock of receiving the news that his ex – the one and only love of his life, his sunshine, his high school sweetheart – is getting married.

Not to mention the cold hard truth that Osamu dropped on him.

“You’re my brother, but I can’t keep taking your side. Atsumu, she was your, our childhood friend first before being your lover. She’s been in our lives for so long, you can’t just cut her off as if you were ripping a band-aid. You immediately left town when the two of you broke up so you can pursue volleyball and you didn’t see how heartbroken she was,” Osamu spat, the words stinging his twin’s feelings more than he intended.

“’Tsumu, you left her to grieve on her own. She made me swear not to tell you but every day, she kept asking me about you and how you were doing in Tokyo. It was like that for years until she met him.” There’s a brief pause before Osamu proceeds to dump the truth on Atsumu. “He healed her and showed her what it’s like to love again. Now, she’s happy. That is what you want, right? For her to be genuinely happy?

Atsumu’s lost count of how many times he’d wished he had never let you go. It’s the only choice that he regrets – one that always keeps him up at night when he’s lying in bed and staring at nothing but the darkness. It’s during those wee hours when a familiar pain creeps in; it’s a pain that brings him back to the moment that he released your hand and walked out of your life. The words this is what’s best for us ringing constantly like a desperate chant, a vain effort to convince himself that he made the right choice. He’d hoped those words would bring some sort of ease in the aftermath of the breakup, but he was royally wrong.

He reaches for his phone on the bedside table, opening his social media and searches for your profile. It’s been a while since he visited your page and when he does, he is greeted by a picture of you and your fiancé, happily smiling in each other’s arms and looking oh so painfully in love. As he continues to explore your page, he has half a mind to press on your contact that he’s saved. He wonders if you’ve changed your number, but it doesn’t take him long to decide as his thumb that was hovering over your name has now pressed the call button.

Closing his eyes in anticipation, he can feel his own heartbeat in drumming in his ears and he almost ends the call but your voice brings him back. “Hello?”

As soon as he hears you on the other line, Atsumu jumps up in surprise and he has to look at his phone to make sure that the call actually went through.

“—mu, is this you? Hello?”

He quickly puts his phone to his ear and clears his throat before saying his greeting. “Hey,” he laughs nervously, fiddling with the loose thread of his blanket. “How are you? I’m sorry, oh my god, did I wake you?”

You chuckle, “No, I haven’t slept yet. I was arranging things for the wedding.”

Silence overtakes the conversation for a moment, and Atsumu is thankful that you can’t see the way his face has fallen, sadness ghosting over his features. “Congratulations, I got the invitation.” He wants to ask why you even bothered to send him one, call you out on how insensitive you were because it felt unfair. Unfair at how it took him years to forget you; but it only took you mere seconds, just one letter and one hello, and you were back to his life again.

“Do you remember that time we sneaked out and spent the evening looking at the stars? The skies were clear and we watched the most beautiful meteor shower,” Atsumu asks, suddenly feeling nostalgic. You reminisce the old times and think how could you forget that memory when it was that special moment that made you realize of your strong affection for the boy?

“Of course, I do,” you confess and Atsumu could hear the faintest of a smile in your words.

“That night, when we saw the shooting stars, do you want to know what I wished for?”

“What?”

“For you to be the one that I’ll spend the rest of my life with.” His sudden confession takes you aback, and you can’t help but feel pained. You feel like crying, your voice is strained when you quietly mutter his name but he continues. “I know it’s too late for regrets, but I really shouldn’t have given up on us like that. Up to this day, I think about what could have happened if I fought for us the way you did. I keep looking back and I miss you.”

“Every day, I wake up and wish that you were in my arms. I get off from practice and hope that you’re waiting for me at home. I’d love to experience all that with you, but here I am,” you hear his voice break. “I realize I never really said sorry for how I left you so suddenly, I hope you can still forgive me.”

“Atsumu, I’ve forgiven you way back.” That’s all the affirmation he needs so he can put to rest his regrets and break free from his haunting past. The two of you settle in a comfortable silence as you wait for him to collect himself, the sounds of his sobs undoubtedly breaking your heart. When he does, he surprises you with his question,

“So this fiancé of yours, does he treat you well?”

You let out a hearty laugh and it elicits a smile from him. “He does, Atsumu. He’s a real gentleman and I know you’d get along.” From there, the phone call proceeds with lighthearted chat, catching up with each other’s lives, telling him the story of how you met your soon-to-be husband and the mood has shifted and it feels like two best friends reconnecting.

There’s a question you were afraid to ask since the start of your conversation, “Will you be able to come to the wedding?”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“It’s your choice. But it’s a special day and I’d want all the special people in my life to be there.” You admit. “You’re still that person to me, Atsumu.” He hates it when his brother was right, but he can’t deny it. He wants to be back in your life, even if it means just staying as a friend.

“Isn’t that too cruel? Inviting your ex to your wedding? Are you sure your fiancé is okay with that,” he teases but he’s already decided that he’d be flying home and staying over at Osamu’s for the weekend of your wedding.

If he can’t be the one waiting for you at the altar, then he thinks he owes it to you and to himself to see you off with a big smile.

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archerdaryl · 3 years

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Oblivious.

Daryl gets it into his head that the girl he’s infatuated with doesn’t like him one bit. What he fails to remember is that when it comes to people, she’s about as oblivious as he is.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Tags: moody?? angsty?? idiot meets bigger idiot | @madshelily Word Count: 2.7k (approximately) Notes: Request by @petrified-teeth ♥ This is my first time trying something angsty since getting back into writing -- I’d love to hear what people think!

Whispers echoed through the canteen hall as Daryl lumbered through, his crossbow bloody and slung over his shoulder. There was a particularly scathing scowl painted across his grizzly features, one that unfortunately wasn’t the result of a hard day’s work outside the prison walls, and people were quick to move or look away as he grumpily made his way through the building.

To say it had been a long week was an understatement, but he was used to getting his hands dirty. He didn’t mind the aching muscles or the sweat that came with working under the scorching Georgia sun. If anything, he was happiest when he was put to work. He felt useful, like he was needed, which was something he hadn’t ever felt much of in his life.

No, that wasn’t what had been bothering him at all. Not even close.

When Daryl eventually reached his cell, he threw down his crossbow before collapsing onto his bunk. He adjusted his pillow so that he could sit up a little against the wall, eventually settling into the thin mattress with a long, heavy exhale. He was glad to finally be alone, but he still had to simmer in his thoughts which were only getting louder.

Why hadn’t you talked to him this week? Shit, you’d barely even looked at him.

None of it made sense.

From the very first moment that you arrived at the prison, something about you set the archer on edge. You had been on your own, somehow surviving against the world and all its horrors for God knows how long, and yet you hadn’t turned to stone. You were everything he wasn’t in many ways. Unabashedly emotional and full of faith despite it all even though he knew you had experienced some of the worst things a person could.

He didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand you, but that didn’t matter. He just wanted to make sure nothing ever smacked that smile off your face again.

Daryl’s stomach stirred. His own features softened at the mere thought of your smile, which only made him forcibly frown again. What the fuck was his problem? He had to be overthinking this. Maybe he was just tired, but that couldn’t be it.

You hadn’t spoken to him all week.

It was driving him insane.

Looking back, he really wasn’t sure when his feelings for you snuck up on him. He could only pinpoint the moment he realised it for himself that he liked you at all. You had gotten separated from the group on a run, took it upon yourself to divert a small herd away from everyone. You ended up bloody and bruised. Damn well nearly got yourself bit, but you still giggled and told him he worried too much.

It took almost losing you to realise you had chiselled away at the walls he built around himself. You’d made a little home for yourself in his heart and the idea of you turning on him now was making him spiral.

Daryl shifted in his bunk and began to absentmindedly pick at the skin around his fingernails. One soon started to bleed, but he was too lost in thought to notice.

There was no fucking way you felt the same as he did. How could a girl like you possibly want a guy like him? You personified sunshine and he was a weed that had absolutely no business taking up your time and energy.

God, if his brother could see him now. He was pathetic. Merle would tell him just that, laughing in his face and reminding him that he told him so, that no one would ever care about his baby brother Daryl but him.

And the worst thing was that he could live with that. He could live with you not wanting to be with him. It kept him awake at night and gnawed away at whatever little sense of self he had left but as long as you liked him just a little bit and wanted him around he could live with it.

So why the fuck weren’t you talking to him?

Daryl started to retrace his steps, trying to figure out if he had done something wrong. He knew he could be blunt, often rude at times, but he meant well. Maybe meaning well wasn’t enough. Maybe he just had to suck it up and apologise and hope it was enough despite not having a damn clue what he had done wrong.

But maybe that was just it. Maybe he hadn’t done anything at all. Maybe there was something wrong with him.

He was breathing heavily now, eyes squeezed shut and anger building further in his chest. He couldn’t fix this. He wanted to but he couldn’t. The echoes of Merle’s laughter haunted him. He’d been thrown away like he’d been countless times before and he only had himself to blame.

“Hey Da-” A familiar voice interrupted him, quickly sounding concerned, “What’s going on?”

Daryl’s eyes shot open, scowling at the figure who had approached his cell. It was just Rick, but he didn’t want to talk to Rick right now. He didn’t want to talk to anyone.

“Nothin’.” He spat angrily, “Get lost.”

Rick sighed and stepped into Daryl’s cell, drawing the thin curtain behind him to try and give Daryl the illusion of privacy.

“Daryl you can’t keep storming around the prison like this. People are uncomfortable.” He paused, lowering his gaze to shake his head before looking at his friend with sympathetic eyes, “Now what is it? Is it her?”

The archer blinked up at him, unable to respond.

“You think I ain’t noticed?” Rick chuckled, “Like a dog to a bone whenever she’s around.”

“Well she ain’t around. She ain’t fuckin’ talkin’ to me.”

Daryl sat up from his bunk and threw his legs over the side, leaning onto them with his elbows. He couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to. He may not have said anything, but Daryl had a language of his own only those closest to him could understand. Rick was one of those people.

“She’s been bouncin’ around all week helpin’ out with the library. Have you talked to her?”

Again, Daryl was stuck for words. He was starting to feel stupid.

“Why don’t you just tell her man?”

“Tell her what?” He snarled back, now massaging his fists as if he were in pain.

He couldn’t fathom trying to tell you how he really felt. How could he? He was no good. He never understood why you insisted on talking to him in the first place, he was just glad you did. Every moment he got to spend with you made him want to make the world a better place for you to be in so that faith of yours never betrayed you again.

“C’mon now. You can lie to everyone else but I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

Daryl shot Rick another scowl but didn’t bother trying to tell him otherwise.

“You talk too damn much.”

“She won’t figure it out for herself, man. D’ya think if she could take a hint you’d be sulkin’ like this right now?”

Dary’s brows knitted together and a sigh of defeat drew slowly from his lips. Rick had a point whether he liked it or not. You weren’t exactly… the most cognizant person when it came to others. You did good and hoped people were good to you in return, but unless someone spelled out their intentions or desires for you, you were left with simply navigating the waters the best you could.

That was why you got on so well with Michonne. There was no bullshit with her. She told you what she thought, what she wanted, or where to go if you were pissing her off. You were better off for it, never having to second guess yourself, but not everyone was like that.

Daryl certainly wasn’t. Did you have any idea where you stood with him at all? Did you see him like you saw everyone else? He swallowed hard.

“Rick?” A voice then called out, “Are you down here?”

“In here!”

Footsteps approached Daryl’s cell and the curtain was pulled open, “Maggie wants you. Something about the library? She should be still in there.”

Daryl glanced up at the new arrival who met his crystalline gaze with a sweet smile.

It was you.

His mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry.

Rick turned to Daryl and cocked a brow suggestively before making his departure. Daryl wanted to shove the smug bastard against a wall, but he stayed silent, clearing his throat and waiting for you to follow Rick without bothering to say another word.

Instead, you stayed and perched yourself on the edge of his squeaky metal desk which was covered in borrowed books and makeshift arrows. He silently cursed himself for not thinking to tidy up a little, especially with the pile of dirty clothes he kept forgetting about building up in the corner of his cell.

“You charged right past me in the canteen earlier.” You finally said, voice gentle but steady, “Did something happen out there?”

“Naw.” He responded bluntly, “Just been a long week.”

“Oh.” You paused, unsure of how to proceed, “Do you want me to go?”

He was a difficult man to read, but you felt you knew him well enough by now to know that he often just wanted to be on his own. He wasn’t a talker. He was introspective and quiet, never wanted to bother anyone with anything if he didn’t have to, but over the last few months he seemed to have grown to like having you around. He tolerated you at the very least you thought, because he stopped ignoring you and started to speak in (almost) complete sentences.

Still, something was nagging at you. You weren’t sure what, but in your experience it was best to come right out with it otherwise you’d be stuck in limbo forever.

“Have I done -”

Daryl looked down at his hands, “Ain’t seen you all week.”

A frown pulled at your features. Had it really been that long? You weren’t even sure what day it was. Maggie had you running around all week trying to get this library in order for the kids and you had never been particularly good at juggling a million things at once.

Pushing yourself up off the desk, you approached the bunk and nudged his feet with your shoe in a silent request for him to shuffle over. He obliged and you took a seat next to him.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “I’ve been so caught up in the library I didn’t even realise I hadn’t spoken much to anyone.”

Silence followed. Daryl was chewing the inside of his lip to keep himself from running, unable to meet your eyes that were fixated on him with such care and curiosity. He’d never felt so fuckin’ stupid.

“Funny.” You continued, “I wouldn’t have thought you cared.”

“What?”

“I don’t know where I stand with you at all, truthfully.”

This girl had to be joking. From an outside perspective, it likely made perfect sense, but he thought about you all the damn time. He wanted to know if you slept well, how your day went, wanted to know the little stories behind the things you did and why you never seemed to give up on anybody or anything.

He felt like a damn school girl. He liked you so much that he could have laughed at the idea of you not thinking he liked you at all.

“I mean, I hope you like me. I pretend you do and keep buggin’ you anyways, but I don’t know that you do.”

“Of course I like ya.” He finally met your gaze, “Never gave me a choice.”

You studied his face. Sure, he was rough around the edges, but there was also a tenderness to him that made you feel safe. An appreciative grin tugged at your lips, relieved that you hadn’t been making a fool of yourself this entire time.

“Don’ think I could hate ya’ if I tried.”

“That’s high praise coming from you. Might start getting the wrong idea.”

Daryl forced himself to snort in response as if he found the notion of being interested in you like that funny, though it came out half-heartedly. He didn’t really think it was funny at all.

“Though,” You teased him further, “Worse things have happened.”

Weaving an arm through his, you took it upon yourself to rest your head against his shoulder. You didn’t care that he was grubby. You had nothing to lose anymore. He just said he couldn’t hate you, which honestly made you feel a little giddy inside. You’d have to bug him more often.

Daryl, on the other hand, thought he had lost the ability to breathe. He turned his head slightly, taking in the unmistakable scent of peaches and vanilla. How was it you could smell that good during the Goddamn apocalypse? Not to mention your hands, almost disgustingly soft compared to his. Except, it wasn’t disgusting at all. You were a fleece blanket and he wanted nothing more than to be engulfed by you.

“Sorry about lunch.” He mumbled quietly into your hair. You hummed happily, not at all bothered by his previous outburst in the canteen before he continued, “Could get dinner?”

“Sure. I gotta talk to Rick about the run tomorrow anyways.”

Daryl frowned. He was going to have to try and spell it out for her. Fuckin’ Rick and his meddling.

“Naw I meant,” He hesitated for a moment and swallowed hard, “I meant just the two of us. If ya’ want.”

You glanced up from his shoulder, eyes beautiful and wide. This was one of those times you didn’t know what to think -- especially in regards to him -- but your first instinct was to nod, so you did. You nodded and searched his gentle gaze for some sort of sign, something that told you what he was thinking, whether he just wanted to make up for lost time or whether he was actually… nah.

He couldn’t be.

And he could see that confusion painted across your face. Goddamn it. Just getting his words out at all was like trying to get blood out of a stone. It’s a date. That’s all he had to say, but it sounded so childish. The fuck did he look like asking out a girl on a date with the world gone to shit? He could hear his heart beating in his ears

“Damn it,” He grunted, that Southern drawl of his getting thicker the more impatient he got. He exhaled heavily through his nose and tried not to roll his eyes, “I’m asking you out.”

“Oh.” Was all you could respond, soft and surprised.

Ten minutes ago you weren’t even sure he liked you at all. That giddy feeling in your stomach grew stronger and you tried to stop yourself from beaming.

“I can still say yes, right?”

Daryl shrugged you off of him, “You drive me nuts, you know tha’?”

“Alright, shit, I won’t come.”

“You’re coming, alrigh’? Now get outa here before Maggie bites my head off.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stepped towards the gateway. Daryl watched you, his own gaze drifting from your hair to your waist and up again. That agonising ache in the pit of his stomach was finally starting to subside, though it was being replaced by something entirely different. He sucked in his bottom lip nervously as your hips swayed away from him.

You only took a couple of steps out of his cell when you stopped in your tracks, turning half-way to glance at him with that sunshine smile spreading across your face.

Daryl finally smiled back, shy and sweet and more than ready to smack Rick upside the head.

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Two Weeks Notice - Day Six

~With the world practicing self-isolation, Y/N and Dean break all the rules of social distancing and common decency as they explore an empty bunker and use the time alone to their playful advantage…~

Dean x Reader

1,947 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Fluffy, Costumed Smut.

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Dean lay back in bed, memory foam mattress forming perfectly around his aching hips. He’d never admit it in a thousand years, but Y/N’s Fuck-Fest 2020 was making him a bit sore around the joints. Not that he was complaining. He was enjoying the ever-loving hell out of it, and her. There was something very relaxing about doing whatever you wanted with no fear of someone else- Sam - walking in on you at the wrong moment. Hell, he was even considering not wearing pants for the rest of the week.

That and Y/N seemed so open to play at whatever popped into his head. He was certain the whole vampire thing wouldn’t go down well, but she leapt at the chance and played it out perfectly. They were exploring each other and the bunker and it was magical. He had almost forgotten that the outside world was in chaos and that Chuck was breathing down their necks.

Almost.

Alone for a moment, he fluffed up the pillow behind him and texted his brother.

‘How’s it going up there?’

As always, Sam answered quickly. ‘Fine. A little bored stuck in the house, but we’re getting by. How’s Y/N?’

‘Oh, she’s doin reeeallll good.’

Dean could picture the look of disgust on Sam’s face.

‘Make sure you guys are washing your hands and… disinfecting the sheets.’

Dean laughed at the screen. ‘I don’t think the sheets are the problem…’

‘Gross. Clean up before I get back, please.’

‘You got it. Hey Sammy- Stay safe up there, OK?’

‘Obviously…. You too.’

As much fun as he was having, he did miss Sam, and Jody, and the girls, and Cas.

“Ahem.”

Y/N’s call to attention did just that, shoving away any lamenting thoughts from Dean’s mind and focusing his eyes on the doorway. The door was open and under the frame stood Y/N, wrapped in a familiar tan trench coat, the sash pulled tight around her waist.

Dean’s jaw dropped.

“Hey there, sexy,” she greeted, posing for him, one bare knee popping out from the folds of the coat.

He swallowed hard, trying to wrap his head around the intensely arousing sight before him. “Hey yourself,” he whispered back, tripping over his tongue.

Y/N ran one hand slowly up the door frame, the long sleeve of the coat dropping down to reveal a smooth, naked arm. “Whatcha doin’?”

A bit of drool sloshed from the corner of his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. “Wonderin’ where you got Cas’s coat from.”

Y/N licked her lips and turned slowly so that he would see all her curves and edges. “Stole it from his room. Who knew he had more than one of these things?”

“He’s gone through a few over the years.” There was a lump in Dean’s throat that he was sure was his lust in physical form, and he spoke around it, trying to keep his cool. “None have ever fit him like that though.”

She took a step inside the room, bare feet moving in a perfect dance toward the bed. Her hips swayed, her lips parted. “You like?” Painted fingers ran over the sash and tugged the ends, squeezing her waist even tighter.

Dean lost his breath. “Uh...yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Y/N laughed sweetly. “Knew you would.”

His brow raised as she neared the bed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

One knee on the bed, mattress moulding around her. “Nothing, it’s just...sometimes you get a look in your eye when Cas is around.”

Dean startled, pushing himself up against the headboard, crushing the pillows beneath him. “I don’t have a thing for Cas,” he said sternly.

“I didn’t say you did.”

“You kinda did.”

“Whoa!” Y/N threw her hands up and laughed to herself. “All I’m saying is…guys in long coats are hot. And so is Cas. He’s a damned angel for fuck’s sake. Who wouldn’t wanna try it if they could?”

Dean pouted and shrugged, thinking it over. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And anyway, Cas isn’t here right now.” Another knee on the bed and Y/N climbed over him, fitting her thighs tight around his. “And I’m wearing a surprise for you beneath all this tan.”

Dean licked his lips and lifted his knees, forcing Y/N to slide closer to him. “Oh, really?” He chewed his lip and tried to peek between the coat folds. “Whatcha got on under there? That hot pink strappy thing?”

Y/N shook her head, grinning innocently. “Nope.”

“Hmm… the black one piece with the hole in the-”

“Not even close!”

Dean ran his hands down her back, trying to feel for a clue. “OK, I give up. What’s hiding under all that London Fog?” He flicked at the lapel and Y/N swatted his hand away.

“Tisk, tisk. Patience, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean laughed. “Yeah, patience and I ain’t exactly ever been on good terms.”

She smiled and opened the knot on the sash, letting the ties fall to her sides. “Then I guess I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

His eyes dipped to the buttons as she opened each one, taking her sweet time, driving him insane. When the last was popped, Y/N sat back a bit and pulled open the coat, revealing his ultimate favorite costume: nothing.

Dean growled. “This. This is perfect.” He reached forward and cupped her breasts in his hands, loving the heat of her, the softness. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath his wide palms and she leaned forward to kiss his plump lips.

“You like?”

“Baby,” he moaned, his brain already buzzing with hunger. “I love.”

She bit down his words, sucking them from his mouth with her perfect lips; hands massaging his neck and shoulders, digging into him, begging for him.

He moaned into her mouth, still playing with her tits, loving how close she was, how perfect, heavy against him. He felt himself swelling and let his mind drift as Y/N licked into his ear, nipping and sucking wherever the urge brought her. When she ran out of room, she tugged on his shirt and Dean sat up too quickly to remove it and something popped. A lightning bolt of pain flew from his right shoulder all the way down to his ass and beyond, pooling in his foot until everything went numb for a moment.

“Fuck!”

Y/N flew backwards, hoping off of him as his pained curse filled the room. “What happened? Are you OK?”

Dean hissed and clenched his teeth as he shifted on the bed trying to ease the strange pain. “Yeah, just… something pulled funny.”

Her face dropped and Y/N lay a soothing hand over his heart. “Did I break you?”

Despite the discomfort, Dean laughed and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. “No. I’m OK. just like… ouch.” With a sigh, he scooted down the bed and found a pillow to crash into. “Come ‘ere.”

Y/N pouted but laid down with him, stealing half of his pillow instead of using her own. She always liked his better anyway. “I’m sorry. Maybe this week’s been too much.”

“Hey.” Dean’s brow creased as he went on the defense. “This week’s been amazing, you shut your mouth. I’m just…”

“Old?”

He scoffed. “How dare you!”

Y/N cupped his jaw and patted his cheek lovingly. “I don’t care how old you get. You’re perfect. And old’s better than dead anyway.” She winked and he nodded.

“You got that right.”

“So let’s just cuddle.” She turned onto her side, facing away from him, and settled in. “You can cuddle, cantcha?”

Dean smiled and rolled to fit himself behind her, one arm slung over her middle. “Yes, ma’am.”

Y/N sighed and lay her hand on his, keeping him there. “Good.”

He closed his eyes and let the pain subside, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. She smelled like apples and wind; like that summer he spent on the farm in upstate New York. Fresh and sunny and real.

She wiggled a bit, getting comfortable, and Dean hummed in interest as her ass rubbed against him; just a thin layer of cotton and that old trench coat lying between them. He pushed his hips forward and let his body do what it wanted.

His lips wanted her throat, so they took it, kissing and suckling at the tender flesh beneath her ear; teeth gently scraping at her shoulder, inducing a shiver that brought her closer still.

His hand wanted her supple flesh, so it rose from her waist to her tits, rolling each nipple between his long, calloused fingers until she moaned and pushed her ass backwards more, arching against him.

His body wanted more, wanted all of her. He left her breasts and slid down her body, carefully pushing her legs apart and pressing against her pussy. Her heat was intoxicating. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and urged him onward; her breath becoming heavy as he dipped inside.

“Want you,” she moaned, twisting her neck to reach his lips.

He kissed her hard. “You have me.”

“You promise?”

Her whisper blew across his lips and Dean nearly died; so taken with every tiny thing about her, he couldn’t think of ever letting her go.

“Promise.”

She turned fully then, knocking his fingers from her thighs, and took his face in her hands, kissing him hard and fully, holding onto every bit of him. When he rolled over her, she paused, pulling back from their kiss to look him in the eye. “Are you sure?”

He grinned and kissed her deeper, pushing her knees apart with his bowed legs. “I’m fine.”

The trenchcoat fell away and Y/N helped him tug the boxers from his hips, gently stripping him with warm fingers and lingering kisses.

"Slow," she whispered, guiding his cock into her. "Go slow. I wanna feel you."

Dean pushed up on his thick arms and let his hips glide back and forth, rocking gently, in and out until he was coated fully in her juices. She felt every inch of him and her body tightened more with each thrust.

“Oh god…” Her eyes were screwed shut and her lips were parted, ripe for the taking. Dean plucked at them with his teeth, sucking her into his mouth as he fell into a steady rhythm, leisurely stoking the fire between them.

When he felt her begin to pulse around his cock, he licked at her lips and set himself perfectly above her. “Y/N, open your eyes.”

She bit her lip as the orgasm loomed, unable to do much more than feel.

“Look at me,” he demanded, soft but firm. Her eyes popped open and an unstoppable smile lifted her lips. “There’s my girl. I wanna see you cum. I wanna watch you.”

Teeth still tucked into her bottom lip, she nodded and her eyes grew wider, an almost manic look taking over as her body let go. She convulsed in his arms, pussy pushing and pulling at his cock, forcing him to join her in mindless bliss for a moment.

Dean’s left elbow crumbled beneath him and he fell down, crushing her into the mattress as he came. He panted against her neck and Y/N wrapped her shaking arms tight around him, hugging him closer.

“I love you, Dean Winchester,” she whispered, expecting nothing in return.

He smiled and kissed her shoulder where the trench coat had fallen aside. He could never find the words when he needed them, ever afraid to voice them, but he knew she knew, and that was enough.

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Yuletide Recs

Having had two days of more or less nothing but reading fics, I come bearing recs!

First of all, my amazing gifts:

The Goblin Emperor

For Thy Principles

The nohecharei of Edrehasivar VII were unparalleled in their defense of his person, but there were limits to even their prowess. When Maia first developed the fever, Cala quickly determined that it was not the end result of a magically-based assassination attempt – and from there it had to be left to the court physicians.

Maia falls ill, and Csethiro protects him as best she can.

Beautifully gentle Maia sickfic, with Csethiro holding him together. For me all for meeee.

Benjamin January Mysteries

Dry as a Bone

“Oh. Well, I’ve been better, maestro, been a hell of a lot better to tell truth.” Shaw stared at him for a long moment, and he was stunned to see honest to God grief in his eyes. Even when Shaw had just lost his brother he had been so much more himself than this lost man currently standing before him. “Not that I mean to put anything extra on your shoulders, I’m sure you’ve got enough of your own shit going on at present moment, but it seems like I’ve just lost my job.”

Shaw loses his job, and finally confronts Ben about trust (and lack thereof) between them. It’s GREAT.

The Tarot Sequence - K.D. Edwards

A Distraction Worth Losing

They may never be together, but the gods would have to move heaven and earth to split Rune and Brand apart.

Brand, Rune and The Kiss incident. (Poor messed up babies, somebody save them.)

And fics of the collection:

17776, Astreiant, Raksura, Frederica, The Gentlemen, The Goblin Emperor, Hades, Innkeeper Chronicles, Jeeves, Kate Daniels, King Arthur the movie, My Next Life as a Villainess, Nirvana in Fire, No. 6, Psmith, The Secret Garden, The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, Swordspoint, The Tarot Sequence, Teixcalaan Series, The Temple of the White Rat verse

17776: What Football Will Look Like in the Future

so far, so fast

When Manny gets a craving for some fancy meal he had once, over ten thousand years ago, Nick decides he’s gonna fulfill that craving, no matter how hard it is. Because real romance is about making the impossible happen for his husband.

Goddamn transcendental.

Go Get It

Sometimes you start out just planning to get some groceries with your husband, and next thing you know, you’re committing to join the most hopeless team in college football.

Nick and Manny decide to play. It’s perfect.

Afterlife

A young man dies six months before the end of human death; his loss saves five lives, which end up much longer than anyone expects. (A series of worldbuilding vignettes about original characters in the 17776 setting.)

Made me cry, in a very cathartic way.

Astreiant Series - Melissa Scott & Lisa A. Barnett

April dressed in all his trim

A quiet evening in spring.

Sweet little slice-of-life with lovely sensory details.

Books of the Raksura

The Second Consort

“When Glow arrives, be friendly and welcoming,” Ember said. “Not scary.”

“Why does everyone think I’m going to scare him?”

Chime said, “They can see your face when you look at him.” He paused, glancing over at Moon. “That face, that’s the one.”

Ember sighed. “I remember being in his position. It’s pretty nerve-wracking coming to a new court and not knowing what’s going to happen to you there - whether they’re going to welcome you or shun you, whether you’ll make new friends, whether a queen is going to claim you…” He came and put a sympathetic hand on Moon’s shoulder. “Glow is probably worried about all of those things, and missing his home and clutchmates, and it’s our job to try and help him relax.” For a moment Moon thought he was just being soft-hearted, until Ember added, “He won’t open up and tell us what’s really going on unless he’s relaxed.”

Jade takes in a new consort, on Moon’s permission, and everybody is delightfully adult about it.

Frederica

Lady Alverstoke

Frederica commences her first Season as a married woman by planning a ball, promising most straitly that her husband will have nothing whatsoever to do …

Sweet and funny slice-of-life post-happy-ending for canon.

**The Gentlemen (2019) **

Even

The week after he intercepts Fletcher, that squirrelly little cunt, outside the London Miramax office, Raymond reluctantly ventures down to Brixton.

Under normal circumstances, Raymond tends to give this part of Brixton a wide berth, but he has unfinished business that needs attending to. Of course, that doesn’t mean he has to like being accosted by the overwhelming smell of greasy fish and chips when he pushes the car door open, doesn’t mean he has to be pleased about stepping into a piece of chewed-up gum the moment he sets a foot on the kerb.

But then, he can always take a shower after an errand in Brixton. The deep-seated discomfort of unfinished business doesn’t wash off that easily.

Raymond tries to pay Coach back for saving his life, and it doesn’t quite go as planned :D

The Goblin Emperor

The Archduke’s Discovery

Prince Nemolis goes on a journey, and learns a bit more than he wanted to know.

Really great point of canon divergence, and true and precise character voices.

Hades

all the spaces between us

For a place full of the dead, crammed with ghostly shades and nothing but the endless lull of eternity unchanging, gossip sure travelled fast in the Underworld.

Or, Zagreus mulls over his relationship with Thanatos while the rest of the Underworld get overly invested.

Slow, slow, slowest of burns.

Innkeeper Chronicles - Ilona Andrews

A Quick Trip

“It’ll be a quick trip,” Maud said, more to herself than to Arland. “No one will even notice we’re gone.”

Pirates are plaguing an ally, just outside of vampire space. Maud and Arland don some aesthetically beat-up armor and try to get more information from the pirates themselves. Of course, plans only last until you meet your enemy. Or your enemy’s giant alien attack boar.

Excellent canon voice, action/adventure sprinkled with badassery and hilarity.

Jeeves & Wooster

August Thirteenth

Discovering that this is not the first August thirteenth that he’s lived through, that certainly was a head scratcher. Luckily Bertie has the stalwart presence of his man’s man, Jeeves.

Very, very great and satisfying use of the time loop.

Kate Daniels - Ilona Andrews

lookin’ like a snack (cake)

It took Barabas a while to figure it out, because he wasn’t used to not being taken seriously.

Barabas considered several ways to phrase it, and finally settled upon, “Do you have a thing for twinks?” Christopher knocked his head back against the headrest: once, then again. “Is that a yes?”

King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

When Goosefat Bill finds himself in a difficult situation, the last thing he wants is the King to show up and “help”, in his own unique and unexpected way.

Goosefat Bill does not need to be rescued by his King. But he might just enjoy it a little.

My Next Life as a Villainess (Anime)

All I Have To Bring Today

Catarina and Sophia had been discussing the latest in the Devilish Count series, and Sophia had mentioned how romantic the surprise picnic the count had planned for his lover was and how she wished for someone to surprise her like that.

“What about you, Catarina? Have you ever wished for someone to sweep you off your feet?” Sophia had asked.

Catarina makes a choice! As sweet and as hilarious as the canon.

Nirvana in Fire

Adverse Event

What a pitiful man must he have become, if the only thing he could provoke in bed was a monologue on his character flaws.

: or, the famous strategist mei changsu plays xanatos speed chess against truth serum: the fic.

Mei Changsu gets hit with an accidental truth serum; it doesn’t stop him from lying to himself, but it does buy Jingyan a clue.

Records of the Land of Xiang

There was something of Xiao Jingyan there, in the firmness of his jaw, the unforgiving slash of his brows, and most clearly in the eyes that neither saw nor conveyed deception. But Long Zhan was not Jingyan, could never be, no matter how much Changsu might wish otherwise, because Jingyan was dead.

In service to a very-much-alive Prince Qi, Jingyan dons a Jianghu-typical disguise and infiltrates the Jiangzuo Alliance to suss out this Mei Changsu fellow and see if he might be useful in helping them re-open the Chiyan conspiracy case. Basically, a slightly ridiculous premise where everyone is running around the Jianghu with masks, multiple identities, and secret agendas.

Fascinating and fun AU scenario that delves, among other things, into Mei Changsu the jianghu chef, not Sir Su the court schemer.

suffering as I suffer you

The first time Jingyan stays the night at Su Manor, he discovers an uncomfortable truth about Mei Changsu.

Excellent extrapolation of Mei Changsu’s illness into his nightly routine - with Jingyan watching…

Here, In Our Arms

With the world put to rights, however briefly, Xiao Jingyan and Mu Nihuang take the opportunity to make a fuss over their beloved Lin Shu, and will not take no for an answer.

Sweet moment of comfort.

Find the Coals Amid the Ashes

Despite Changsu’s assertions, Lin Chen is a well brought up person. He would never violate his host’s privacy during a social call. It would be inexcusable, for example, to break into a marquis’s private alchemy lab in the middle of said marquis’s birthday party, in order to search said alchemy lab for certain hard to find medicinal herbs, which one has reason to believe can be found therein. These would be the actions of a man without honour, of a man who has only desperation to his name.

Lin Chen crashes a party and makes a new friend.

The best team up ever :D

Dead Letters

Mei Changsu isn’t the only schemer in Da Liang.

Fei Liu fixes things, in the most Fei Liu way imaginable, and it’s great.

No. 6

All Good Things

In the midst of a crisis for No. 6, Nezumi returns to Shion’s side.

A reunion! And cuddling.

Psmith

The Psky Is The Limit

“As this ship’s Orator, my mission is still as it was in the beginning and shall ever be, world without end. It is to hail any message sent by comrades from outer space and pass it on to you verbatim. Well! The hour, I say, has come. The Word has come into being. Here comes Psmith, bearing news of great mirth: the intercom has spoken.”

(A Mike and Psmith Space AU)

Psmith in space! Hysterically funny Psmith in Pspace, at that.

Psmith Pops In

Psmith reached over and solicitously loosened Mike’s scarf, his fingers brushing the skin of Mike’s neck, and that young man, to his horror, felt heat creeping up from where gloved fingers brushed his bare skin. Really, this blushing nonsense was getting out of hand. Ever since Psmith had tried to take the blame in the case of the painted dog, Mike had developed an inexplicable habit of turning hot and cold around him, and these odd responses had become more and more frequent.

Very funny! And then very tragique! And then jussssst right.

The Secret Garden

The Space Garden

When Meri La Nix was sent from the Mars colony to live with her aunt at Missiles Wait Manor, nobody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. But some of them thought it.

Beautifully inventive space retelling - with gardens, still.

The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty

The sky spinning above him

In which there’s a jewellery thief on the loose, Tang Fan plays dress up, gets a mild concussion and also a boyfriend.

Frothy, sweet, well-grounded and hot. Also hilarious (check the end note!)

truth in fiction

Three days after Wang Zhi leaves the capital, bits and pieces of his extensive library begin arriving at Sui Zhou’s house.

Sui Zhou is really committed to research and accuracy in Tang Fan’s porn. It’s delightful.

Time don’t fool me no more

“The electrician is a Tang dynasty spy,” he says, dumping some of his eggs in Tang Fan’s bowl.

Tang Fan nods, shovels more food in his mouth, and starts talking again.

Past or future, Tang Fan has Priorities. And Sui Zhou is weak.

Meeting at the End

Sui Zhou knew he never should have let Tang Fan go alone. He knew he should have gone with him.

Really, really great and desperate whump. Super satisfying.

clever boy

Tang Fan never spares a smile for any of the girls at Wang Zhi’s establishment, he’s noticed. That’s alright, though. It means Wang Zhi gets his attention for himself.

Wang Zhi falling, falling hard; it’s delightful.

a bold and brilliant sun

“You’re sure you didn’t do something to it? They don’t usually stall out,” Sui Zhou says. He looks away from Tang Fan, out the windshield at the endless rust-red of the planet.

Tang Fan pouts at this, and slumps down on the edge of the console, feet propped up at an absurd angle against the pilot’s seat. “You think I’d fake a mechanical issue just so that they’d send a sexy Fleet crewman out here to rescue me?” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he giggles. “Okay, I would do that, but I promise that this time the problem is real.”

Space AU! Most excellent space AU condensing all there is to love about the canon in one perfect package.

Blind Taste Test

Wang Zhi invites Tang Fan to evaluate Joyous Brothel’s chefs — but it’s Tang Fan and Sui Zhou who are really being tested.

Wang Zhi, ever helpful :)

Authorial Intent

Sui Zhou and Tang Fan end up in hot water yet again. Kinky sex ensues.

Hilarious, kinky, heartfelt, and in character.

Swordspoint Series - Ellen Kushner

Chrysopoeia

It struck Alec that this would have been much easier if their positions were reversed. Richard would have known what to do if he’d been dragged back here with a hole in his gut. He was quite simply not supposed to be the one on this end of the equation. In fact, it was possible he had done something very bad to deserve this.

Richard is wounded, and Alex is coping. Excellent h/c and excellent bloodplay and sharp, painful slice of Alex’ POV, excellently rendered.

At first — this was just like him — he thought he was hearing god. But it was only the man in the bed, whose face had turned toward him on the ragged pillow.

The Tarot Sequence - K.D. Edwards

Third’s a Charm

Addam asks a favor of Brand.

Addam asks Brand for help, which ends up being exactly what Brand and Rune need.

Pretty good

Five times Brand crawls into Rune’s bed and one time Rune crawls into Brand’s.

Brand and Rune, through the years.

Teixcalaan Series - Arkady Martine

Also in the Act of Reaching

When Three Seagrass arrived at Lsel Station, she was, officially at least, traveling as a private personage. She had missed Mahit and the possibilities they’d both chosen to turn away from. She also had– would always have– a gaping hole in her life where Petal had once stood.

It was simply that, left on her own, Three Seagrass wouldn’t have let either absence drag her to the ass-end of beyond.

Reunion, metaphors and realigment. Subtle and clever and just right.

The (concept of the) World Was Wide Enough

Yskandr Aghavn comes to the world like a drowning man comes to shore, but he is living on borrowed time. Teixcalaan has so many wonderful things to choke on.

Teixcalaan has had his heart for all of his life, has elevated him, corrupted him, and discarded him.

It is Lsel that he thinks of as he dies.

Temple of the White Rat Universe - T. Kingfisher

If Grace Is Too Much

Zale is given a case by Bishop Beartongue which turns out to be more complicated and personal than a holy advocate-priest would prefer.

Clever and sweet and carefully shocking, but in a very right way.

Outreach

“We don’t generally assess the… cursédness… of objects, trees or otherwise,” Beartongue said.

Utterly delightful.

#17776 #astreiant #books of the raksura #sleuth of the ming dynasty #nirvana in fire #white rat universe #telxcalaan series #the tarot sequence #swordspoint #the goblin emperor #psmith #the secret garden #benjamin january mysteries #yuletide recs

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Asian TV Recommendations: Masterpost

I’ve decided to consolidate my Asian TV Recommendations to a single post!

*Updated 10/04/2020: Dance of the Phoenix, The Lost Tomb, Reunion: The Sound of the Providence

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A Love So Beautiful

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Can the pure love of 17-year-olds endure through all the challenges of college and adulthood?

Chen Xiao Xi and Jiang Chen are high school friends and neighbors who grew up together. Xiao Xi is happy-go-lucky and doesn’t like to study much but she has a talent for drawing. Jiang Chen is popular for his good looks and high grades, but is cold and indifferent to other people.

Their friends include swimmer Wu Bo Song, who will do anything for XiaoXi, the dorky and over-confident gamer Lu Yang, and Lin Jing Xiao, the most beautiful girl in school (who Lu Yang is hopelessly in love with).

How will the realities of life shape the friendships and love lives of these young adults?

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Abyss (Netflix Original)

Language: Korean

Abyss is a spherical orb that has the power to raise the dead- with a kick: If you were a good person, you are resurrected younger and more attractive. If you were a bad person, your body could change into any form (generally you are at least decades older).

This is all well and good, until kind-hearted (yet unattractive) Cha Min is resurrected as a young hottie and given the Abyss. He finds an old man dead in the road and uses it to save him- unwittingly resurrecting a violent serial killer on his way to murder Cha Min’s best friend and lifelong crush, Criminal Prosecutor Se Yeon.

Cha Min resurrects the vain and petty Se Yeon (who returns to a body identical to her professional rival) and together they must hunt down the murderer- whatever his new face may be.

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Arang and the Magistrate // The Tale of Arang

Language: Korean

The foolhardy ghost of a young woman seeks to discover the truth behind her unjust death and meets a magistrate named Eun-oh, who has the ability to see ghosts.

She is in possession of a distinct hairpin given to Eun-Oh’s missing mother- meaning Arang was holding it when she died. Eun-Oh and Arang’s search for her memories and his mother will become the focus of gods and ghouls alike.

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Ashes of Love // Heavy Sweetness, Ash-Like Frost

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Jin Mi is the secret lovechild of the Flower Deity and the Water Immortal, conceived before the Flower Deity suffers a fatal wound.

The deity gives birth to a baby girl (Jin Mi) on her deathbed, and foresees the infant will face a terrible trial by her 10,000th year. To save her from her fate, the Flower Deity gives Jin Mi a pill that makes it impossible for her to ever feel romantic love. Upon her death, she forbids anyone in the Flower Kingdom from revealing the fact that she had a child.

Several thousand years later, Jin Mi is a bumbling little fairy trapped in The Water Mirror- a gilded prison where low-level fairies can live in peace. Jin Mi believes she is a small Grape Fairy, and lives a happy (if not dull) life within the Mirror with her friends.

When a charred bird falls from the heavens into the Water Mirror, Jin Mi decides to eat save the poor little ‘crow’-- who in reality is Xu Feng, the mighty phoenix son of the Heavenly Emperor. Her decision to not eat save the Fire God will put them at the heart of plots and schemes, romances and adventures spanning the Flower Kingdom, Heavenly Realm, Demon Kingdom, and the Realm of Mortals.

**Trigger Warning: Contains reference to off-camera sexual assault.**

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Because This is My First Life

Language: Korean

Nam Se-Hee is a single man in his early 30's. A highly logical and anti-social man, he is constantly pressured by his family to find a woman and marry her- something he has no interest in whatsoever. The only things that matter in Se-Hee’s life are his cat and working so that he can pay off the mortgage on his house in 30 years.

Yoon Ji-Ho is a single woman in her early 30's. An assistant drama writer, she has lofty dreams and barely two pennies to rub together. The home she and her brother live in is cramped and small- doubly so once she finds out her brother has been living with a wife he never told her about. Ji-Ho is forced out of her home and- due to her financial situation- moves in with a “young woman” she’s only met via text- Nam Se-Hee.

Events unfold that will force Ji-Ho and Se-Hee into a corner from which they can only find one way out:: Enter into a strictly contracted marriage, absent love, romance, or sex, and keep up their ruse around family and friends for a period of two years.

But as time goes on, the cold and robotic Se-Hee and hopeless Ji-Ho begin to develop feelings for one another beyond that of a Landlord and a Tenant. It is only too easy for them to slip into the roles of Husband and Wife.

**Trigger Warning: On-Camera attempted rape, numerous instances of sexual harassment and non-rape assault (ie, groping)**

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Cunning Single Lady

Language: Korean

Na Aera, a woman left with crippling debt after divorcing her husband, learns her ex has become a millionaire off a mobile app she inspired during their time together. She forms a plot to seduce her ex husband, re-marry him, and then take him for half his new net-worth. Her ex is well aware of this plot, and has been waiting for a chance to get some closure of his own for their abrupt split.

There are two questions the pair must find the answer together: How do you scheme against someone if you accidentally fall in love with them again? And why did Na Aera really decide to leave her husband in the first place?

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Dance of the Phoenix

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Feng Wu, a former genius girl in the Junwu Continent, was attacked by her old enemy Zuo Qingluan. In the attack, she lost not only her memories and abilities, but her “phoenix blood” which made her powerful.

In order to save Feng Wu her secret tutor, Master Mu Jiuzhou (a hero thought long dead whose soul is bound inside a ring Feng Wu wears around her neck), exhausted his vitality and fell into a deep coma.

The forces Master Mu Jiuzhou were trying to keep at bay are roiling again, readying for war unless Feng Wu can recover her memories, her power, and survive long enough to release him from the ring.

But if Feng Wu at full power couldn’t stop the evil Zhuo Qingluan’s attack and save herself, what chance does “normal person” Feng Wu have?

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Dear Judge // Your Honor

Language: Korean

Han Soo-Ho and Han Kang-Ho were born as identical twins, but live totally different lives.

Han Soo-Ho is a seemingly righteous judge, respected by all and beloved by his mother no matter how cold and dismissive he is. He is corrupt to his core and sells desired sentences to major corporations, no matter who gets hurt in the crossfire.

Han Kang-Ho, raised in his brother’s shadow, is a petty criminal with 5 separate prison terms under his belt. He flaunts the law and lives an angry and miserable life as the nobody his mother tells him he is.

When Han Soo-Ho is abducted by people intent on getting their own brand of justice, it coincides with Kang-Ho needing somewhere to hide. He secretly takes his brother’s place as a judge. He intends to just cut and run, but begins to fall for judicial intern Song So-Eun, whose blind faith in the justice system is both misguided and infectious.

Han Kang-Ho, once considered trash by his own family, suddenly finds himself highly respected and admired. As a veteran of the criminal justice system he knows every trick and trap, but will he use his knowledge to rake in the dough like his corrupt brother, or will he wield his newfound power to bring mercy to the law?

**Trigger Warning: Contains partially on-camera rape, references to rape, assault, and themes of assault-related PTSD**

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Fairyland Lovers

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Bai Qi is a “spiritual doctor” who travels the world to rid spirits of their obsessions and stop them from becoming monsters. Eons ago he himself was at the threshold of becoming an Evil Spirit, and was saved by a Divine Warrior who helped him find a way to move past his darkness before tragically losing her life.

Isolated from the world and alone with a sprig of his lost love’s peach tree, Bai Qi meets the sunny but hapless actress Lin Xia. Not only does the tree come to life in her presence- and not only can she use the tools left behind by his lost lover- she also has the same face.

Curious, Bai Qi enters into a co-habitation agreement with Lin Xia and she helps him cleanse souls before they can turn into Evil Spirits. As their lives intersect, a memory that Bai Qi sealed away for over ten thousand years begins to surface.

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Flower of Evil

Language: Korean

Baek Hee-Sung seems like the perfect husband.

A craftsman, his hard work allowed his metal-working studio to flourish and he provides a good life for his wife, Detective Cha Ji-Won, and their young daughter. But behind his perfectly sculpted mask hides a dark secret that even his wife does not know:

Baek Hee-Sung is really Do Min-Soo, a boy believed to have aided his father in a series of grizzly serial-murders 18 years ago.

Unfortunately, secrets have a way of coming out, and as a homicide detective, it is Cha Ji-Won’s job to uncover as many of them as she can. A murderer strikes, leaving behind all the hallmarks of the murders committed by Do Min-Soo’s father. Ji-Won finds herself on a dark path that could destroy the very foundations of her happy life.

Who is Baek Hee-Sung? What really happened eighteen years ago? And what will Cha Ji-Won do once she realizes just who she is married to?

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Guardian

Language: Chinese

Super-Detective Zhao Yunlan meets university professor (and powerful supernatural being) Shen Wei and the two men are instantly drawn together by a past one cannot forget and a future the other cannot guess. As they grow closer, they find themselves at the heart of a high-stakes supernatural battle between unknown enemies.

Will the heroic duo’s unique talents- and special bond- be enough to help them outwit the forces of darkness?

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Handsome Siblings (2020 Netflix Edition)

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Hua Wuque is a pillar of righteousness and virtue, the only male disciple of the powerful Yihua Palace cultivation clan. An orphan, he was taken in by the clan leader and her sister and raised with only one goal in life: to find and kill Jiang Xiaoyu, a mighty villain and enemy of Yihua Palace.

So who is Jiang Xiaoyu? Also known as Xiaoyu’er, Jiang Xiaoyu is an orphan himself- the same age as Hua Wuque in fact- raised by the five most feared and hated villains in the world within the confines of the Wicked Canyon. Into Jiang Xiaoyu the villains poured their knowledge, tricks, and ruthlessness, seeking to create the ultimate villain. There is only one problem: As he was raised in the Wicked Canyon and surrounded by nothing but villains, Jiang Xiaoyu mostly uses his abilities to… harm villains and protect the weak.

When Jiang Xiaoyu comes of age and leaves the Wicked Canyon (or rather, becomes too much of a trickster for the villains to handle anymore), Hua Wuque is unleashed to venture from Yihua Palace and hunt down his enemy.

But how could someone kept confined in the Wicked Canyon for the first 18 years of his life be a threat to Yihua Palace? And why must Hua Wuque be the one to kill him (under direction that Jiang Xiaoyu cannot die naturally, be killed by someone else, or kill himself)?

There is a piece of the story Jiang Xiaoyu and Hua Wuque do not know: they are orphans of the same tragedy, in which the divine hero Jiang Feng spurned the love of both leaders of Yihua Palace for a beautiful servant named Hua Yuenu. Hua Yuenu was forced to commit suicide and Jiang Feng killed himself rather than submit to the Ladies of Yihua–

Leaving behind newborn (non-identical) twin sons.

Yihua Palace’s plot is a simple (if OTT) act of vengeance against Jiang Feng’s memory:: Force one brother to murder the other, then reveal to Hua Wuque the sin he has committed and let it drive the boy insane.

Will the truth come out before Wuque finds and kills Xiaoyu, or will the evil Ladies of Yihua Palace finally have the vengeance they have waited for for over 18 years? As Wuque and Xiaoyu’s paths cross more and more they strike up an unlikely friendship, even knowing there is no escaping their dark fate.

**Trigger Warning: Later episodes include off-camera sexual assault and on-camera depictions of near-rape.**

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Hello, My Twenties

Language: Korean

With different personalities, life goals, and taste in men, five female college students become housemates in a shared residence called Belle Epoque.

Trigger Warning: Season 1 contains scenes of abuse and forced confinement; Season 2 deals with severe PTSD.

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Hi My Sweetheart

Language: Taiwanese-Mandarin

Xue Hai is a kindhearted (and extremely wealthy) but naïve man who has been sheltered by his big sisters his entire life. He decides to go to college in China- where no one knows him- under the name Da Lang and with the image of a poor scholarship student. There Xue Hai meets the dominant, friendless, and rebellious Bao Zhu. Naturally the two fall in love, but after 4 years together, just as he’s going to reveal his identity and propose, Bao Zhu viciously dumps him.

Fast forward three more years. Xue Hai has transformed himself into a handsome but ruthless playboy who treats women as nothing more than toys to be used and cast aside. When he chances across Bao Zhu once more, he decides to launch a campaign to destroy her heart as thoroughly and mercilessly as she did his.

Except Xue Hai is missing one important piece of their love story: Bao Zhu only left him to protect him from her domineering mother, and she has been searching for her beloved Da Lang ever since.

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Hit the Top // The Best Hit

Language: Korean

A free-spirited idol vanishes in the early 90s and reappears in 2017 where he is given a second chance to mend his previous relationships, form a bond with a son he never knew existed, and perhaps solve his own suspected murder before fate throws him back where he belongs.

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Hotel Del Luna

Language: Korean

Nestled deep in the heart of Seoul’s thriving downtown sits a mysterious hotel, the likes of which no one has ever seen before. Old beyond measure, the building has stood for millennia, an ever-present testament to the fact that things are not always what they seem.

The Hotel Del Luna is the final place on this earth lost souls pass through before they move on to the other side. For centuries the hotel has been under the control of Man Wol- a greedy and suspicious immortal.

When the multi-faced goddess of Fate plants a human in her path to take over as Manager of the hotel, she gives him a task: discover the truth of Man Wol’s grudge and heal her weary soul before Man Wol succumbs to past hatreds and destroys herself forever.

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The King’s Avatar

Language: Mandarin Chinese

In the online multiplayer game Glory, Ye Xiu is well known as the undisputed master of professional sports- though no one outside of the professional teams actually knows what he looks like as he hides his face from media and fans. A player since he was a child- and raised largely in professional player training camps- Ye Xiu has no understanding of the outside world.

Halfway through the season, the money-hungry company behind his team, Excellency Era, forces him out and replaces him with an undisciplined hot-shot. Penniless and with nowhere to go, Ye Xiu crosses the street and enters the Happy Internet Cafe. The owner is a diehard fan of the mysterious Ye Xiu, and hires Ye Qiu as an IT manager not for his experience, but for his shared love of the game.

When Glory launches their tenth server, Ye Qiu throws himself into the game once more. Equipped with ten years of gaming experience, memories of an unfinished pledge to a dead friend, and an incomplete self-made weapon, Ye Qiu will rise from the ashes, forge a new team, and take back his crown.

**This drama sees actor Yang-Yang once again assume the role of Legendary Gamer, as he played previously in ‘Love O2O’ (Recommended below)

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The Lost Tomb**

Language: Mandarin Chinese

50 years ago, a group of Changsha grave robbers known as the “Mystic Nine” dug out manuscripts of the location of treasures from the Warring States period, but soon after almost the entire group was hunted down and slaughtered.

In the present, the young grandchild of the sole survivor, Wu Xie, discovers a secret within his grandfather's notes as well as half of a silk manuscript that may reveal the location of the lost tomb. But there is one problem- the other half of the manuscript is held by a shady organization of tomb raiders eager to break in and steal whatever cultural relics are inside the tomb.

Wu Xie has a "National Treasure” moment and decides that in order to stop the objects in the tomb from vanishing into the black market he will break in first and recover whatever is inside (’I’m going to steal the Declaration of Independence...’).

Wu Xie is helped on his journey by his beloved “Third Uncle” Wu Sanxing, his uncle’s right hand man Panzi, and the mysterious Xiao Ge - a tomb raider who seems to know of traps before they are sprung and whose hand has been mutilated in a way not seen among tomb robbing families in over a century.

They expected to find a lost tomb, perhaps chase away some thieves, and learn about an exciting piece of lost history. What they did not expect was for the tomb to strike back, the dead to rise, and the past to fight and keep what secrets it holds.

Who exactly are this alternate group of tomb robbers? What are they searching for? What exactly is protecting the tomb? Whose side is Xiao Ge truly on? And- most crucially- can Wu Xie survive long enough to find the answers?

** This recommendation is part of a broader series of shows and movies, all adapted from “The Gravedigger’s Notebook” and its sequels::

The Lost Tomb (2015)

The Lost Tomb 2: Explore With the Note (2016)

Time Raiders (2016 movie)

The Mystic Nine (2016)

Tomb of the Sea (2018)

Reunion: The Sound of the Providence (which gets its own recommendation below; 2019-2020)

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Love O2O

Language: Mandarin Chinese

** O = letter, not number

Wei-Wei has both beauty and brains. A computer goddess, she aspires to be an online game developer. In her spare time, she plays her favorite online game ‘A Chinese Ghost Story’- where she has made a name for herself as the top female player on the entire server.

After her online husband dumps her, she gets a message from legendary player Yixiao Naihe- asking to become her online husband (marriages in-game offer certain benefits and quest lines single players cannot achieve).

Little does Wei-Wei know that Yixiao Naihe is also her college senior and the most desired man on campus, Xiao Nai.

Will their online chemistry lead to a real-life romance? Yes. Of course it will. It’s in the title.

** Can’t get enough of Xiao Nai (Yang-Yang) as the Legendary Gamer? Check out his new show ‘The King’s Avatar’ (Recommended above).

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My Roommate is a Detective

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Shanghai in 1925 is caught between gang leaders and the European powers colonizing China.

A resourceful young police officer named Qiao Chu Sheng is on the trail of a brutal but devious killer. Realizing that the police force will need some extra help with this difficult case, he decides to form an elite crime-busting detective team. He reaches out Lu Yao, a Cambridge graduate a slick con-man.

Qiao Chu Sheng has learned that Lu Yao has remarkable powers of deduction and a brilliant mind – and believes he can help crack this difficult case. To round off the team, he enlists the help of Bai You Ning, a focused young female reporter for a daily newspaper. A free-thinking, independent young woman, she has a strong sense of justice – and pledges to help catch the killer.

The trio form a small detective squad that specializes in solving strange and unsettling murder mysteries.

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Mystic Pop-Up Bar

Language: Korean

Mystic Pop-up Bar tells the story of a mysterious outdoor drinking establishment run by an ill-tempered woman named Wol Joo, an innocent part-time employee named Han Kang Bae, and a former afterlife detective known as Chief Gwi who visit customers in their dreams to help resolve their problems.

To atone for a devastating mistake in her past life, Wol-Joo must aleviate the suffering of 100,000 individuals. After 500 years the counter stands at 99,990, but the impatient judges of the afterlife are tired of Wol-Joo’s bad attitude and increasing hatred of humanity.

She now has just one month to save 10 people, or else her soul will be destroyed forever.

**It’s worth noting the heavy similarities between Mystic Pop-Up Bar and Hotel Del Luna, though it should be said that Mystic Pop Up Bar’s script was finished first while Hotel Del Luna was made more quickly. The similarities between the two shows appears to be coincidental.

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Oh My Emperor

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Fei-Fei, a young doctor, is wounded in an accident and finds herself trapped in the ancient and mystical nation of Huang Dao. The people of Huang Dao are ruled by a king born of the stars- the physical embodiment of one of the twelve zodiac constellations. To keep discord from arising among the people, the Twelve Zodiac Masters govern together to keep the peace.

But a thirteenth sign has been forcibly subjugated, it’s Lord executed, and its people scattered to the wind. The lost sign- Ophiuchus- is rising once more- and Fei-Fei is its (unwilling) Master.

It only complicates matters slightly that Fei-Fei finds herself between the handsome and charming Master of Aquarius and his nephew- the cold Master of Capricorn (who is also the Emperor). Can Fei-Fei keep her identity secret long enough to solve the mystery of the Ophiuchus purge- or is Huang Dao doomed to destruction?

**This drama is a showpiece for members of the Chinese pop group X-Nine, do not judge it by the same standards as a traditional drama. Showpiece dramas tend to be a bit silly.

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Oh My Ghost

Language: Korean

Soon-Ae is the ghost of a woman who died a virgin. Believing getting laid is her only chance to move on before she becomes an evil spirit, she possesses the body of Bong Sun- an introvert with extremely low self esteem.

Acknowledging it isn’t an ideal arrangement, Soon-Ae decides help Bong Sun and focuses her seductive attentions on the man Bong Sun is secretly in love with. Bong Sun reluctantly agrees, hoping Soon-Ae’s influence will make her more outgoing and self-assured.

There are two problems with the girls’ plan once it goes into motion: Bong Sun’s colleagues worry she has had a mental breakdown and refuse to take advantage of her; and the longer Soon-Ae is in Bong Sun’s body the more she remembers of her own brutal assault and murder.

Soon-Ae’s unfinished business might have more to do with justice than tapping a hot chef, but can she solve her murder without putting Bong Sun in danger?

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Psychopath’s Diary

Language: Korean

In the wrong place at the wrong time, kind-hearted and timid Dong Shik plays witness to a gruesome murder. As if that weren’t bad enough, he stumbles across the killer’s diary-a horrible record of his heinous crimes and the psychotic ramblings of a narcissistic sociopath.

Chased by the killer, Dong Shik runs into traffic and is hit by a police officer. After waking up from a brief coma, Dong Shik is left with 2 things: total amnesia, and the murderer’s diary. Dong Shik mistakes himself for the serial killer, and his personality begins to twist.

Can a timid man become a monster? What of the actual serial killer? With no diary to ground him, it’s only a matter of time before the killer loses what little control he once had.

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Reunion: The Sound of the Providence**

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Wu Xie, “Fatty” Wang Pangzi, and the quasi-immortal tomb raider Xiao Ge (AKA Zheng Qiling, Kylin, and “Poker Face”) have faced many dangerous tombs together over the past twelve years.

Now, it is time for them to go on their last great adventure as the so-called “Iron Triangle” before Wu Xie sets off on the journey all must eventually make: death. He always thought his end would come in a dangerous tomb, but instead it will be lung cancer that claims his life. With only 3-4 months left to live, Wu Xie hides the truth of his illness from his friends and family, revealing the truth only to Xiao Ge.

Once upon a time, Wu Xie was told that when a man meets his death he must do so with a clear conscience. But something has been weighing on Wu Xie- his Third Uncle’s disappearance at the end of their first adventure. Right on time, a message from his long lost uncle appears, setting Wu Xie on a desperate mission to find him before the cancer eating away at his body destroys him at last.

This will most likely be Wu Xie’s final journey, but he will do anything in his power to make sure his friends and family will be safe long after his time is up. In the final 3-4 months of Wu Xie’s life he will seek to unravel the mystery of the “Thunder City”- starting with the most dangerous tomb he’s ever explored, The South Sea King’s Tomb.

The sound of thunder hides a secret men have killed for, but is there really a way to hear the words of gods within it? Someone clearly thought so, but who? Is Uncle Sanxing still alive, or is someone in the shadows guiding Wu Xie to them?

Wu Xie’s enemies thought he was dangerous before, but now he is a dying man with a mission. There is no telling what lengths he will go to in order to achieve his goals. He might just manage to die in a tomb after all...

** This recommendation is just the latest installment in an entire series of stories adapted from “The Gravedigger’s Notebook” and related novels::

The Lost Tomb (2015)

The Lost Tomb 2: Explore With the Note (2016)

Time Raiders (2016 movie)

The Mystic Nine (2016)

Tomb of the Sea (2018)

Reunion: The Sound of the Providence (2019-2020)

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The Romance of Tiger and Rose

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Chen Xiao Qian has dedicated her life to making her dream of becoming a well-respected screenwriter come true. Standing on the production set of sweeping dramas she penned through endless blood, sweat, and tears, Xiao Qian can hardly believe what she is seeing: her work, come to life!

Except it isn’t a set. And her work truly has come to life.

Her script is a simple one: the heirs of two rival cities who seek to destroy one another enter into a doomed romance that will lead to endless betrayals and a war that will kill the male lead, Han Shuo.

There is just one problem- Xiao Qian wakes in the body of Han Shuo’s first wife on the day he will murder her! The only way for Xiao Qian to return to this world is to survive the story, but in keeping herself alive longer the script begins to change, and Han Shuo begins to fall in love with the wrong person.

At first it is easy for Xiao Qian to keep herself alive- just go along with the script! But the story wants to return to the original plot, which means characters who should be friends become enemies, enemies become friends, and Xiao Qian might not live long enough to find her way home.

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Secret Healer // Mirror of the Witch

Language: Korean

Once upon a time an evil shaman helped the Crown Princess conceive twins- but into the Princess’ womb she also cast a dark curse capable of destroying the nation. Her plans were thwarted by her former mentor- who at the command of the Princess consolidated the curse from two twins into just one- the female child. The world believes the shaman destroyed the princess, burning the baby in holy flame to purge the curse- but instead he decides to raise her and try to help her break the curse upon her.

If she dies before the curse is lifted, it will unleash hell and destroy the nation. To break the curse she must fulfill wishes- but the evil shaman’s life is bound to the curse she cast so long ago. As the curse starts to break, she realizes the child is not as dead as she was lead to believe and begins a campaign to root her out and destroy her.

The princess forms a bond with a young scholar who becomes entangled in the princess’ curse and will stop at nothing to help free her. Her curse carries a catch though: Anyone she loves will die... and anyone who loves her will also perish.

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Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Language: Korean

A freakishly strong- but totally sweet- woman is caught between the love of her arrogant but handsome boss and her disinterested lifelong crush.

Her boss wants her to embrace her supernatural strength and use it proudly, but she loves that her crush treats her like someone weak and in need of protection. Bong Soon will have to chose for herself if she will suppress her strength for her childhood crush or unleash herself to protect those she loves.

A murderer prowling the streets might make that decision for her though...

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The Untamed

Language: Mandarin Chinese

On the cliffs of the Nightless City, upon defeating his enemies in a bloody slaughter, the cruel and vicious Yiling Patriarch- Wei Wuxian- threw himself to his death.

Sixteen years later, he is resurrected by a madman and given a second chance to right what went so terribly wrong long ago. Wei Wuxian reunites with the honorable, righteous, and stern Lan Wangji- his confidant, soulmate, and best friend.

How can someone as upstanding as Lan Wangji befriend the monstrous and hated Yiling Patriarch? What turned the happy and popular Wei Wuxian into the man who slaughtered thousands at Nightless by weaponizing the souls of the dead?

And what terrible secret was Wuxian resurrected to unearth?

The past is not always what it seems, and there is no clean line between right and wrong.

**This story is told in two sections: Episode 2 enters a 30-episode flashback sequence showing Wei Wuxian’s path from popular youth to the monster upon the Cliffs of Nightless, with the first 1.5 episodes, and the last 20, dealing with the “present”. Don’t worry if you’re lost when the show starts, that is by design.

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You’re Beautiful

Language: Korean

Go Mi Nyeo has only one goal in life: To take her final vows and become a nun. Her twin brother, Go Mi Nam, desires nothing more than the life of an idol so that he can use his fame to find their missing mother.

Go Mi Nam’s dream is in jeopardy after a botched surgery and his twin must put her life on hold to quite literally step into his shoes and cover for her brother.

She joins the band A.N.JELL and quickly ends up on the bad side of their more devil-like leader. Can Go Mi Nyeo hide her true identity from her band-mates long enough for her brother to return?

No. No she cannot. By the end of the first day all but one- the goofy and loving Jeremy- know that she is no man... But they let her think she’s fooled them. It’s funnier that way.

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W: Two Worlds

Language: Korean

Is it possible to live in the same place at the same time, but in a completely different dimension?

Yeon Joo is a second-year cardiothoracic resident doctor. Her father, creator of the world famous web series ‘W’ suddenly disappears one day. While searching for him Yeon Joo finds a strange man covered in blood and only barely manages to resuscitate him before the words “To Be Continued” flash across her vision and he disappears.

When she returns, there is a new chapter of her father’s blockbuster series available online- one that features a doctor with her exact name and clothing saving a man covered in blood...

Where is Yeon Joo’s father? How is the story updating itself? As she is dragged into the world of ‘W’ with increasing frequency Yeon Joo and the story’s leading man, Kang Chul, must answer the most important question of all:

Is it possible something from that world escaped into this one?

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Well Intended Love (Season 1: Drama Version)

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Seasons 1 and 2 of “Well Intended Love” feature the same stars playing the same characters, but the storylines are alternate-universes of one another telling the story from a different genre. Each season is its own wholly contained entity that does not impact- and is not impacted by- the other season in any way.

A third-rate actress with leukemia becomes entangled with the handsome but cold CEO Ling.

In order to receive a bone marrow transplant and contniue her career as an actress, Xia Lin enters into a secret marriage with Ling Yi Zhou. Despite the conspiracies and misunderstandings they encounter, the two begin to find true love.

But one question nags at Xia Lin’s mind:: Why did the cold, controlling, and distant Ling YiZhou need her to play the role of wife?

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Well Intended Love (Season 2: Rom-Com Version)

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Rising TV superstar Xia Lin finds herself embroiled in scandal after a run-in with business mogul Ling Yizhou at a party. To clear up any misunderstandings the two prepare a joint press conference-- where Xia Lin is stunned by Ling Yizhou’s statement that the two are- in fact- an engaged couple.

Ling Yizhou convinces Xia Lin to play fiancee for a period of one year, after which they can go their separate ways. To save face in front of her fans, Xia Lin agrees. She gradually begins to fall for the lovable and doting Ling Yizhou.

Someone works in the shadows to destroy everything Ling Yizhou holds dear- and the closer he gets to the heart of the conspiracy, the more he realizes Xia Lin may have a target on her back as well.

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What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim

Language: Korean

Can you be so self-absorbed that you have no idea what’s truly going on around you? Yeong Joon is Vice President of his family-owned company, Yoomyung Group. He is so narcissistic that he doesn’t pay attention to what his trusty secretary Kim Mi So is trying to tell him most of the time.

After nine years of making Yeong Joon look good and stroking his very large ego, Mi So decides to quit her job, citing a desire for a life outside of work and the chance to fall in love. Yeong Joon does not take the disruption of his routine well, and decides the only logical course of action is to make Mi So fall in love with him, thus guaranteeing she will stay by his side.

A dark secret from Yeong Joon’s past may hold the key to why he can’t let her go, but will Mi So stick around long enough to discover the truth?

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mousehole5000 · 3 years

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wow i made this draft on november 1st i really took a break from this huh anyway tgcf chapters 121 - 142

i realize now this coffin scene was inevitable. feel kinda weird about hua cheng back and forth from Teen to Big Man but it is very funny that theyre having their “dude dont look at my boner” moment while in the jaws of a water dragon

pei ming: why didnt you guys make a bigger coffin so you didnt have to squish together like that? xie lian: haha yep!! anyways what brings you here?

“In the grand, spacious centre of the entrance hall sat a person. And this person, dressed in all black, its face snow-white—was a corpse! Instantly Xie Lian shut the doors soundly.” - king of minding his own business.

okay this is where i stopped putting notes here for a while but i did save some in my e-reader so here’s some of the highlights

“Guzi used to have a good sleeping form, but perhaps with his cheap dad’s bad influence, now he was also spread out on top of Qi Rong’s stomach like a dead fish. Lang Ying himself was curled neatly in the corner, and was covered by a few shirts. Xie Lian lifted the blanket covering Qi Rong, suppressed the urge to smother his face, and covered the two small children.” - xie lian funny moments. also it would be really funny if qi rong redeems himself by learning love through these misfit chiildren and it might actually endear me to him but i hope that doesnt happen

Every heavenly official was yelling, and even Ling Wen was throwing a fit. “DON’T THROW EVERY BIT OF USELESS INFORMATION MY WAY, HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK I HAVE TO GO THROUGH EVERY DAY? DON’T YOU ALL KNOW TO USE YOUR BRAINS A LITTLE BEFORE ASKING ME?!” - ling wen marry me right now

“An expression like “seen a ghost” that only mortals experienced was now showing on his face for the first time. Shi Wudu’s pupils shrank to the smallest they could, and he blurted, “You’re still alive?!” “I’m dead!” He Xuan said coldly.” - okay everythings going tits up rn but i did laugh

i did see spoilers re: ming yi/he xuan reveal + shi wudu’s fate beforehand so i dont have a genuine reaction other than oh shit

“He slowly enunciated each word. “I won’t touch your fate. But, here in this place, chop off your brother’s head for me.” CLANG! He threw a rusty blade onto the ground. Shi Qingxuan stared at that blade, his eyes wide. He Xuan continued, “Then, never show yourself before me again, and I will pretend you’ve never existed in this world.” - okay idk what else is going to happen but rn im concerned that this is like the 2nd biggest ship. i guess we’ll see?? i mean i am really curious whats going to happen to them. shi qingxuan keeps calling he xuan “ming-xiong” and i... sad

shi wudu im not really invested in you as a character but these next two bits... interesting

“If I don’t die but have nothing, then that’s truly a fate worse than death. If I’m not the Water God, I can’t take care of you. I won’t even be able to protect myself. I’m scared that we won’t even last two days…TAKE IT!” - damn. something about the wealthy losing everything and not knowing how to live without it bc thats their entire life and identity

“EVERYTHING I HAVE TODAY, I FOUGHT FOR MYSELF. I WILL FIGHT FOR WHAT I DON’T HAVE. I WILL CHANGE FATE I DON’T POSSESS. MY FATE IS UP TO ME AND NOT THE HEAVENS!” - okay so the whole committing spiritual fraud by tormenting a man and his family to get your brother a cushy title thing aside this was kind of badass. heretical? possibly. but still. also is he intentionally riling up he xuan so sqx doesnt have to kill him? if so damn...

also okay as long as im here im just gonna say it. the choice that he xuan gives shi qingxuan is fucking brutal but i actually think its probably as fair as it could be. sqx didnt know about or participate in what happened to hx but they did benefit from it greatly while hx lost EVERYTHING and i can understand he xuan’s thinking of “if you really feel bad for what happened to me then you have to make a sacrifice and understand the suffering and this is as clean as its going to get” and theres a bit where sqx is trying to beg for mercy but cant get the words out which im guessing is bc theres no good argument!! what happened was fucked up!!

“When Pei Ming saw that reinforcements had arrived, he didn’t appear particularly delighted; instead he threw the sword into the ground, then rubbed his nose and said, sounding grim, “You all just had to come just as I finished making these, what the heck.” - pei ming making coffins chopping down trees with his sword i love it #wastehistime2k17

“Xie Lian brought that basket of eggs along, and gave them away as souvenirs from the mortal realm. Many who received the eggs were overjoyed; some deciding to eat it along with their own blood, and some proclaiming they would hatch an eight-foot monster.” - GHOST CITY GHOST CITY

“Placing the brush down, he blew lightly at the ink and smiled. “If I like something, then my heart will not have room for any other, and I’ll always treasure it. A thousand times, a million times, no matter how many years, this will not change. This poem is the same." - thats nice and all but king... get therapy. i actually have further thoughts but tbh i dont want to put them into words bc they are simply too personal! moving on

didnt take any notes but somewhere in here was the bit with mount tong’lu opening and hua cheng losing it and kind of um. hm. that scene. thats another trope i really hate tbh i dont care for it as a way of including physical intimacy between characters and idk if it really ever adds anything but whatever moving on

The Half-Maquillage Woman - kind of interesting monster idea bc women and aging…. yeah. however i think this would be a lot stronger if there were a) more girls and this was b) discussed or illustrated at all prior to this moment. still interesting that its included knowing the author is a woman tho and there’s been comments on how ling wen is perceived vs pei ming. this book does keep giving me hope for interesting female character arcs i really want it to deliver something

quan yizhen..... i get u

lmao i have a note on a bit with lang ying that says “please dont be hc in disguise” and..... my clown nose was on but at least i knew that. for real this is bothering me how much he’s just. always. there. i know he’s a lead but we didn’t really need him around for a lot of this. oh well. okay now to my current notes

“Yet it was precisely because it wasn’t cooked that it had to be eaten quickly. Once Xie Lian cooked it, it wouldn’t be edible anymore” - fucking fantastic

“Xie Lian hugged his belly. “Of course! Only after having met you did I rediscover that it’s such a simple thing to be happy, hahaha…” Hearing this, Hua Cheng blinked. Xie Lian’s laughter quieted a bit, realizing what he just said was a little too revealing.” - okay i know i said what i said about being tired of hua cheng being everywhere but... the line…. the fact that theyre laughing together…. :pleading:

“It’s not,” Ling Wen said. “At least, I believe, there will definitely not be another in history who can create a dish called ‘Incorruptible Chastity Meatballs’” - and truer words were never spoken

“I, DO NOT WORSHIP GODS. “I, AM GOD!” - this was every bit as badass as i hoped but no one told me it was immediately followed up by a little bit of the ol dinner theater fjalkdsfjsd. also puqi shrine noooooooooo

“Xie Lian sighed as he thought, “Qi Rong has taken Guzi away, who knows if the poor child was eaten or abandoned. Wind Master...... ..... who knows if Black Water took him away. Pray they’re both safe.” yeah hey are we going to fucknig. find out what happened to the child???

and yeah i dooooont really care for the age regression? thing thats going on. i just dont like that trope tbh. but tiny hua cheng whipping out his fat ghost king wallet in the store was funny tho. it is really funny that hualian are just like wandering around some random towns while the heavens are in an uproar. i guess theres not much else to do but its funny

“Me too, me too. You all know of my shixiong, right? Talented, with an infinite future! He only had one small vice: he loved playing women. Decades ago, a little prostitute ghost seduced my shixiong and sucked him dry into human jerky, and that Hua, Hua, Hua, that ghost king dared shelter her.” - yes omg give me the forbidden hua cheng lore i love this for him for real it goes along nicely with xie lian’s principles about giving another cup. god i love shared values

“Hua Cheng poked again, and a small hole appeared on the wall, as if the wall was made of tofu.” - how’d he do that. why is this a ghost king power. its useful tho

*me shaking qi rong when he pops up* WHERE IS THE CHILD

mu qing fu yao is here okay im happy now. once again no one has a good grasp on their secret identity and i love that. this inn has descended into chaos and im delighted and im glad lan chang is back

“The good ol’ kitchen was suddenly squished and crowded, loud and noisy. Fu Yao was chasing that fetus spirit leaping up and down, Lan Chang was chasing after Fu Yao like she had gone mad. Half of Qi Rong’s face changed shape by the way Xie Lian was pressing him down on the chopping board, his back turning into a target for those yellow talismans Fu Yao hurled while being observed by a crowd, and Lan Chang would step on him from time to time.” - this is pure chaos. i love that mu qing was in that room when the mob checked and he didnt say a word didnt open the door just sent out a talisman as a warning. king your disguise is transparent

“Xie Lian remembered the way Feng Xin laughed until he was hoarse when he first heard that verbal password all those years back, and couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, even though it wasn’t the right time.” - awwwww omg im emotional about this... faithful friend feng xin laughing at xie lian’s stupid joke password and remembering it!!! ;_;

“They have, but they’re not effective,” Feng Xin said. “Usually they’re the most diligent in scorning the Palace of Ling Wen, like they could do the job way better if they had the position. Now that we need them to take up the task, not a single one can do even half of what she does.” - typical... typical typical typical

also emotional about the fact that feng xin contacted xie lian at all.....

also!! emotional about lan chang as a mom and wanting to help out sick lil guzi.....

xie lian forcing “fu yao” to let him help “his general” is making me.... what is friendship if not playing along with your buddies little shenanigans while also making them accept your help

“Someone like Mu Qing, even though he’s narrow-minded, petty, sensitive and skeptical, has a bad personality, constantly guessing, doesn’t say nice things, likes to nag, always offending people and has a lot of people who dislike him, has no friends, can remember small, unimportant details for a long period of time…” ”Xie Lian went on in one breath with a straight face, but in the end he concluded with, “...But I’ve known him since we were kids, after all, he’s still got principles.” - XIE LIAN PLEASE AFJDLKSFJDL omg ive seen this quote before but i figured he was talking to someone else not actually to mu qing himself fgjasdkfjsl. god thats amazing. hey im gonna help you out because i care but i will roast you first <3

waaaaaait so is lan chang aka jian lan that girl from book 2 we took a page to talk about and then disappeared? that has to be it why else would we have stopped to discuss her

“Jian Lan spat on his face, then choking his neck, she slapped him twice again. “WHAT SHITTY SUPREME! YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO BLOW YOURSELF UP! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, THINK YOU’RE EVEN WORTH TO BE THOUGHT OF AS EQUALS WITH THE OTHER THREE SUPREMES? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN GOOD AT? YOUR THICK SKIN? OF COURSE I DARE HIT YOU!” - oh this feels so good i cant lie. YES GET HIM!! CHOMPING AND VIOLENCE YES!!!!

okay this description of cuocuo.... im... that sure the hell is a creature

this book is so entertaining bc i already saw spoilers for the feng xin/jian lan/cuo cuo reveal and yet i could never have predicted the circumstances that brought it about. imagine being feng xin. the heavens are in an uproar and your only friend/enemy has been jailed for possible fetus spirit-related crimes but he escapes along with this female ghost who keeps causing problems. you figure “fuck it lets see if dianxia kept his old phone number” and he has but then he hangs up on you. you’ve got fuckall else to do so you go find him. mu qing is there but he’s in his disguise the two of you were using so you could watch over his highness while staying aloof. you think you see hua cheng only he’s a chiild for some goddamn reason but who knows at this point. the female ghost is also there and theres a fetus spirit climbing trees and biting your arrows in half. you realize the female ghost is your ex and the little demon is your son. it bites you. what do you do

amazing that despite everything going on everyone is still playing along with the “fu yao” persona when it would probably be easier to drop pretenses at this point. then again tbh if i could explain my actions to my friends while pretending to be a third party.... i probably would so.. carry on

“With all his devotees gone, only Feng Xin still treated him like the Flower-Crowned Martial God and His Highness the Crown Prince. ” “...his protection charms were all seen as trash. However, Feng Xin was still determined and tireless in handing them out; telling Xie Lian, look, you still have devotees.” “After all, he was the darling of the heavens since birth, high and mighty. Feng Xin so naturally spun around him like he was the world, so how could he possibly have his own life, his own heart” “Whether or not that fetus spirit was Feng Xin’s son, if it was that period of poverty that made Feng Xin lose the girl he loved, Xie Lian wouldn’t be able to forgive himself no matter what." ohhhh my god this relationship i. im...

oh my god i still have 30 more chapters until book 4............ its naptime now i think

#tgcf liveblog #so close and yet so far......#i keep hearing tell of this fabled book 4 i must press onwards......#but now im sleepy.....#mouse mumbles

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coach-vixen · 5 years

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Surprise- Anderson Webb

Surprise – Anderson Webb Imagine

Authors note – This is for the ANON who sent me “omg the anderson imagine was adorable!! I’m so soft! maybe you could do another anderson one where you tow are long distance and you surprise him for his birthday or something?” I’m sorry this took so long – I’m going on a trip for work tomorrow (yes I’m a bit older) and so I’m packing and such all day. With that being said I really hope you like this. I decided not to go with it being birthday BUUUUUUT I hope you like it anyways. I had fun with this one to be honest – it’s probably my favorite one I’ve written if I’m being honest with you! That’s probably because I did two imagines in one the first one is a blurb of you two getting together and then your request…omg wow I’m sorry ❤️❤️

A little backstory because I feel like I have to give a background of how you two started dating: You had gone to school for media and met a few up and coming youtubers that needed help with some editing. When people started recognizing that you had been editing and you were pretty decent at it, you became pretty high in demand. That’s how you ended up meeting Bobby – Bobby contacted you and wanted help editing some of his daily vlogs while his brother was out on vacation. You had edited the videos on a whole new level and Bobby couldn’t believe it, soon a bunch of other people that Bobby gave your name too were asking for you to edit and when Kian and JC thought Anderson needed a break from their editing they decided to test your skills. They sent you a test run and sure enough you passed, it was “Anderson 2.0” in their eyes and when Anderson and Harrison came to the states, they immediately asked you over to meet the pair. You and Anderson bonded over editing quickly and found yourselves spending hours upon hours sitting at the table or on the couch engrossed in your own work but still in each other’s company. You became fast friends but nothing more than that. You two talked every day and facetimed every night, mostly to share editing techniques or to just share company while editing a video. Sometimes you’d be lucky and have the night free and be able actually talk without either one of you editing. Those were your favorite nights. You’d really focus on his smile, his laugh, his eyes, the way he blushes when he get’s embarrassed when Harrison mentions his “crush on y/n”. But you guys never mentioned going beyond friends.

At least not until Vidcon London. Kian and JC practically begged you to join them in London but you couldn’t really afford it. You just told them you had a lot of other videos to edit and they continued to push and finally JC texted you information for a ticket to vidcon, hotel information, and a plane ticket, meaning everything was already in place. You just had to pack all your tech and you could work from London, no big deal, you only had 2 videos to finish up anyways. You left a few days later and followed Kian and JC as they bought Anderson a new computer for being their editor. When they finished the surprise, you saw Anderson look over at you. “Y/n? Can I get a moment with you?” You nodded and the two of you walked outside. You rolled your eyes at the chorus of hollers from Kian, JC, and Harrison that followed you out the door. Anderson turned to you and he was blushing you spoke up “It’s nice to see your blushing face in person.” He laughed and blushed more looking away. You spoke again “So what’s up bub, why did you want to pull me away from everyone?” He shrugged and then looked you in the eyes “This- well this is a little hard for me, I jus have a difficult time talking about this stuff, but I need to before I lose you to someone else.” You furrowed your brow “Anderson – you’re not going to lose me” He shook his head “No Y/n I don’t think you get it. I like you so much and don’t want to lose you to someone else so I need to tell you before you go home. I know, I know you’re in the states and I’m here but I would do anything to call you mine. Well almost anything, there’s a lot I wouldn’t do.” He continued to ramble and you chuckle slightly. Little did he know you’ve felt this way for a while but didn’t want to bring it up knowing the distance. “Anderson, bub?” You cut him off “You’re nervous rambling is cute but I need to cut you off before you have a system overload.” He has a sigh of relief and you hug him “It’s going to be a lot of work bub,” You spoke “But we already talk all the time so I guess at this point it’s just a label right?” He smiled “A label that comes with the ability to kiss you?” You chuckle and nod “Yes a label that comes with the ability to kiss me” almost immediately his lips were on yours but only for a peck. Anderson of course wanting to take it slow. He then took another look at you and kissed you again and you giggled against his lips “Sorry, I just really have been waiting to do that for so long.” You hummed softly and pecked his lips again “me too trust me.” You two decided that you’d been away from the group too long and walked back into the room where everyone was awkwardly standing with their ears to the wall. Harrison took one look at you two and saw your hands connected and yelled “FINALLY”

ABOUT ONE YEAR LATER

“Y/N!” You heard Bobby yell from the outside of your apartment “open up it’s Harrison’s last day!” You hear Harrisons voice now “let’s go love we won’t wait for you all day.” You get up from your comfortable spot on the couch “Oh shut up you two I’m coming.” You open the door and come face to face with two boys that quickly became brothers to you after meeting you. “Oh thank god you’re dressed and ready to go.” Harrison spoke up “Grab your purse come on.” You looked at him confused “I thought we were hanging out here what are you talking about?” Bobby laughed “I decided we should go out and do something. Harry and I came here to get you, everyone else is meeting us at brunch and then we are just walking around the city for a while, everyone’s hanging out at the house one last time tonight and then he leave tomorrow morning!” Bobby was energetic as ever but you were used to it. You grabbed your purse and quickly threw on your shoes smiled to the guys. Bobby smiled and pulled the door shut before leading you guys quickly into jeep. Harrison and you fought for the backseat as you felt bad taking shotgun from him on his last day here but him being the gentleman he is he insisted that you take it. You and Bobby sang along to the radio while Harrison recorded you two on his Instagram story. Anderson had texted you after seeing the video “I miss you so much baby girl” You looked at your phone and your face fell “I miss you too babe” Harrison caught it on camera and spoke “What’s wrong “Y/n” You look at the camera and smiled softly “I miss my boyfriend Anderson Webb. I miss his face, his smile. I love him so so so so so so mu-“ Harrison cut you off turning the camera to him “Ohhhhkaayyy that’s enough,” He uploaded the video with the caption “Bro you’ve got a keeper, but man couples are gross sometimes. Just kidding I love you guys.” He tagged you two and you laughed at his caption and Anderson reposted it with “I’m just jealous you got to see my girl mate.” That’s when you blurted it. “Harrison – I’m gonna come back to the UK with you.” Harrison stopped singing to the radio “Wait what?” You nodded “ I’ll buy the ticket right now. Seriously I haven’t seen his face in person in maybe seven months, our one year is coming up in 2 weeks. It’s not like I have to be in the states for my job” You know you sounded crazy but you were serious. “Y/n you’re not packed” Bobby was trying to be a voice of reason. “I can pack tonight Bobby. Harrison would he be mad if I surprised him.” Harrison laughed “Are you kidding me love, you could never make that boy mad. He’d be so happy. I can come back and help you pack later.” Bobby looked shocked “Duuuude, you’re seriously gonna take my Y/n from me” Harrison laughed “Okay first off she’s my brother’s girlfriend, you see her every day, he sees her once every half a year. To answer your question YES I’m gonna take her from you.” The three of you laughed. You finally reached brunch where you told Kian, JC, and Corey the plan and begged them not to saw anything. They all promised.

Brunch went well and you all went walking in the city. You and Harrison were talking about your trip, you had already bought the ticket and planned to stay for a little over a month to make up for lost time. Harrison and you were now looking window shopping behind everyone else and you saw a watch in a store near Gucci. “Harrison look.” You pointed and showed him the watch that you can put other times on “I think it’s perfect I can get him a new watch, he said he needs a new one, but I can get him one that has London as the main time, and Los Angeles as the secondary. He nodded “gold and get the diamonds around the edge, it’ll look cooler.” He told the guys you were going to grab something and they nodded before you rushed and grabbed the watch and found a matching watch for yourself getting “I love you” engraved on the band. You smiled when you got the finished product and rushed back out. The end of the day came quick and soon you and Harrison were back at your place blasting music and packing your suitcases and bags. You set out clothes for the next day and soon it was all ready to go. You smiled and laid on the bed “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Harrison laughed “You’re okay that I film it right?” You shot up “If you don’t let me edit it I’ll be pissed” He smiled “You and Anderson might have to fight for it, or joint edit this one.” You nodded “I think I’m gonna try to sleep it’s late. The hardest part will be not talking to him tomorrow. I’ll just tell him I’m editing for someone new and that I’m really busy.” Harrison nodded “Just tell him that you’re editing for the twins and that they did a rather lengthy video, they know about the surprise so they will go along with it.” You nodded “Alright, he get’s it so that will buy me some time to get there and get the surprise done.” He nodded and got up before walking to the door “Alright love, the boys and I will come up tomorrow to get ya. I’ll lock it all up. Love you kid.” You hummed “Love you too Harrison.”

Sleep found you well and you soon woke up to your alarm going off. You jumped out of bed excited for the day and through on the leggings and sweater (of course Harrison’s) that you set out the night before and fix up your hair before throwing on a bit of natural makeup. All your bags were by the door and ready to go. As the time got closer to leave you didn’t know weather you were nervous or excited or maybe a bit of both. Soon the doorbell rang and you flung it open, grabbed the bags tossed them too the hallway locked the door, and started to walk to the car. “Well goooood morning y/n” Harrison chirped and Bobby chuckled “Do you want me to watch the house and water the plants while you’re gone?” You laugh dragging the bags behind you “Bobby, the plants are fake, but if you could swing by once a week to check it out that’d be great. You guys have my spare still?” He nodded and Harrison took one of the bags from you. Once you all got to the car Bobby began vlogging the goodbye vlog and you panicked “You know you can’t post this until after the surprise right?” He laughed “I’ll make sure I wait for Harrison to post the surprise vlog before I post this one, just edit it quickly miss fancy fingers.” You rolled your eyes and looked at the camera “He’s just jealous I’m the better editor and that I don’t edit for him anymore.” Bobby shrugged “Psssh no.” Soon you were at the airport, saying goodbye to Bobby and the vlog. You quickly made it through customs, and boarded the plane and the trip seemed to drag so you passed out.

Soon enough Harrisons shaking you awake, “Love, we landed.” You yawned and stretched. Before grabbing your carry on, soon you two are leaving the airport, in a uber and making your way to their house. “Okay so you know to wait outside, I’ll tell him I got him a present but that he has to be blindfolded, then I’ll bring you in to the living room set you down behind him, we will take it from there.” You nodded “What if you put my gift to him in his lap” Harrison laughed “God he’d be so confused. Spray it with your perfume too, maybe that’ll help.” You nodded and soon the plan was complete and you were in front of the house. You grabbed the bags from the back and put them by the door grabbing the box of watches for Anderson and hanging onto them “Wait here love” Harrison went inside and returned a few moments later before leading you into the living room where Anderson sat waiting you wanted to grab him and kiss him but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You sat on the couch and handed the box to him Anderson spoke up “Bro it smells like Y/n what the heck.” Harrison laughed “I may have brought back a shirt of hers for you but that’s not the present. Hold out your hand.” Anderson hesitantly did so “Is it going to bit me” Harrison laughed again “No bro this is a good one I promise.” Harrison set the box in his hand and then took the blindfold off “Oui bro, this is the watch company in the states that y/n loves, I’ve been needing a new watch.” Harrison smiles at his brother tying to avoid looking back at you. Anderson ripps open the box and sees the two different times “Brooooo – UK and LA times?” Harrison nodded and then he noticed the “I love you” on the side Anderson looked up at Harrison “this isn’t from you isn’t?” Harrison faked being upset “I’m appalled” Anderson then looked at the watch “she got this for me didn’t she and she gave it to you to give me? And sprayed it with her perfume too? God I love her.” You couldn’t take anymore and you stood up and smiled “I love you too babe. Happy one year.” Anderson quite literally jumped out of his chair and picked you up “Oh my – what are you – how long have you planned this????” He kissed you quickly so you could answer “I decided it just yesterday while driving to brunch with Harrison and Bobby. I missed you too much.” That’s when Harrison turned to the camera “hey everyone – my bestfriend slash girlfriend slash love of my entire life is here. I can’t believe it.” He kissed you again and Harrison groaned “okay you two can we keep going with the video?” You smiled “Honey this is the video!” Anderson laughed and moved to pull you to sit on his lap while you all faced the camera. You spoke “so about the watch,” you grabbed it and put it on him watching him admire it “Do you like it?” He nodded “now I’ll never forget the time difference and call you in the middle of the night.” You all laughed before you pulled up the sleeve of your sweater “we match” His smile grew wider, if possible “even better.” Harrison ended the video and you two snuck a kiss or two in while he wasn’t looking. After it ended Anderson looked at you “cuddles?” You nodded “They are so long overdo.” You both hurried off before you yelled “Harrison can you get my bags?” Harrison yelled back “Got them, but you have to edit.” Anderson looked at you “edit? Really? You’re editing for my brother now?” You laughed “Only this video I promise” He nodded and kissed you again while you muttered against his lips “surprise”

A/n okayyyy I got carried away – I’m sorry – I’m also so sorry for a lot of grammar/spelling mistakes I’m too lazy to fully proof right now – I’ll get better at that I promise <3 feel free to request

#anderson webb imagine #anderson webb #harrison webb #corey la barrie #bobby mares imagine #bobby mares #kian lawley #kian lawley imagine #jc caylen #youtube imagines #youtube

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basiloaks · 5 years

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{ Thalassophile Chapter Two }

"Oh.. Oh fuck..." Henrik whispered, barely pressing his fingertips against his chapped lips out of reflex, the fictional taste of smoke and salt water coating the tip of his tongue. A hand ran through matted brown curls, another fumbling for a pair of glasses before stumbling out of bed towards the bathroom across cold tiles.

Notes: Gosh, I did not mean to abandon this project for as long as did, but luckily my schedule/writer’s block has finally cleared up enough to start working on this again! Now that exams are over and I’m back from vacation I’ll be able to catch back up on this, so the schedule should go back to posting updates every Monday.

Here’s the ao3 link! And here’s the link to chapter one here on Tumblr!

Chapter Two: Toska- (noun) A dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish

He stood upon a ship's weathered bow, the picture of masculine poise looking out past the horizon towards a distant shore, regal blue waistcoat flowing against the German's form basking in the crisp, midnight breeze. Everything was just... too loud at the moment, the joyous ruckus coming from down below deck was too much for the young man to handle, walking closer to the starboard and calmness of the sea.

A creature, majestic and dangerous in its form, breached for air, pulling itself up to rest along the hand-railing, claws digging into old red oak, talons carefully tracing along the sailor's sharp jawline. Pressed up against the railing, the creature, so painfully slow and deliberate in its movements, cupped the other's face, pulling the other closer, tail and arms wrapping around the sailor's neck and thin torso. Large hands brushed strands of long hair back, eyes meeting for a split second before lips were pressed together, a soft hum filling the pregnant silence. He was being pulled over the edge, fangs sinking into the soft skin of his neck and collar before being dragged into the choppy current, water filling his lungs and fate sealed with one last smoking kiss...

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It was early, golden morning rays filtering in through curtained windows and onto the now awake Henrik, the german's cheeks flushed bright pink and heart racing, pounding against his ribcage. He took a sharp breath, shifting from his cocoon of blankets and pillows but refusing to leave the warmth his bed supplied.

The mirror fogged as Henrik turned on the shower, stepping into the spray and letting the warmth of the water seep into his weary bones. He could almost still feel the pain of teeth sinking into the soft skin of his neck, the ghost of arms around his neck and phantom pressure around his waist…

The doctor continued sitting under the showerhead until the water turned cold, lost deep in thought at how quickly life seemed to be slipping through his fingers, how one simple- god, a simple dream seemed to have him so shook up. It took a moment to finally work up turning off the faucet, stepping out of the tub and into the steam, Henrik drying himself off and allowing his usually slicked back hair to curl as it naturally dry as he washed his face and changed. He shivered as he stepped out of the bathroom now dressed in a clean sweater and jeans, bare feet silently padding against the hardwood stairs.

He briefly passed by the kitchen on his way downstairs, noticing his usually well put together brother bustling around the kitchen, his pinstriped shirt a wrinkled mess and hair only comparable to a rats nest. He was opening various cabinets and drawers in search for something, aggravation clear through the curses being mumbled under the Frenchman's breath. Henrik sighed, ignoring his brother’s insistent morning ramblings, grabbing a blanket and slowing stalking over to the pair of large sliding glass doors, slipping out into the crisp sea atmosphere to decompress.

It had barely stopped raining since the doctor had arrived, the color of the sky a constant graphite haze looming over the small seaside town. Henrik shivered, pulling the flannel cloth closer over his lithe frame as he looked out over the sea below, waves crashing gently upon the weathered shore, the rain from last night mixed with the ocean giving the rocks scattered along the coastline a distracting shine. He found himself walking down from his deck to the sandy earth below during the drizzle, sitting along where the tides reached their farthest point. It was as if he was hypnotized by the always moving waters, creating an almost unearthly clarity allowing for the view of its most hidden content.

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The shadow moved gracefully under the ocean’s waves, tail flicking between the extensive caverns and long winding rock formations like a moss-covered ghost, it’s scales gleaming unnaturally against the depths dark tint. Webbed fingers brushed over ancient carvings and old sunken artifacts, sharp nails digging deep into the sandy ocean bottom before breaching for air, throwing its bag to the side as it climbed onto the rocks above the surface. Calloused hands came up to push back moss-colored locks away from it’s freckle-covered face, breathing slowly as the first beams of light shown down onto the figure’s form.

Chaisie sighed, beginning to sort through his new finds- slit eyes dilating as he noticed smaller, more interesting details of scrawling text and intricate patterns, fingertips tracing over the carvings as his mind began to wander. Images of handsome ship captains sailing across the seven seas in search for hidden treasures, beautiful women hosting grand parties in stately homes, the tides pulling young girls to it’s bosom with the promise of freedom and rebellion danced through his conscious, crafting dreams of years gone by…

He looked across the stilled waves, past the rocky coastline towards the rugged cliffside and the house sat atop it, eyes widening as the siren noticed a figure standing in one of the doorways. Chaisie ducked down and out of view as the other began the walk down the shore, the creature’s eyes never leaving the other’s form. The figure looked like a mess, but an intriguing one- one that stole the siren’s focus away and left him breathless… He was, well, scruffy in his appearance- hair being blown about by the rolling winds, flannel blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders and waist, dull eyes staring out towards the water and reflecting back a type of life that sent a shiver down Chaisie’s exposed spine. He flushed as the man stepped into the tide, humming a soft tune that haunted the siren in his core, scales across his body glowing the closer the man got to his perch, voice itching to finish the melody the other had begun…

His voice was rough from a combination of disuse and the early morning, but his tone was light- soft and careful before becoming stronger, more pulling and enticing than planned… more than just a call to pull the man to his watery death. Chaisie stalled when the man called out to him, taking a moment to just listen to the other’s rich voice acting as it’s own siren song, confusion flooding his mind before another voice called out towards the sea, its own tone angry with worrying undertones. The man began to retreat back, the other figure pulling Chaisie’s subject of interest out of the water and back towards the land, and with one final glance, the siren dived back into the depths, only one thing on his mind….

Henrik.

#schneeplebro #chase brody x henrik von schneeplestein #henrik von schneeplestein x chase brody #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #thalassophile #basil posts

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tsunflowers · 4 years

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oh here’s my character list I was using to keep track of people while reading. major spoilers for tgcf

mu qing: hates xie lian’s guts, was his subordinate while alive but now outranks him. hangs out at the array to talk shit all day. gets called floor-sweeping general. used to pick cherries for his mom and poor kids in the neighborhood :< accused of impregnating lan chang and creating the fetus spirit? homophobe. ok he’s not a homophobe that was a fake. was first to leave xie lian after his banishment

feng xin: similar past to mu qing. misspelling made him the god of big dick energy and he hates it. bad with women (afraid of them). in the past he really loved xie lian… was able to recognize lan chang as jian lan… bc he fucked her

fu yao: guy who works for mq basically. sharp tongued. rolls his eyes a lot. IS ACTUALLY MU QING LMAO

nan feng: guy who works for fx. violent. IS ACTUALLY FENG XIN LMAO

ling wen: wife. human resources. full/human name is nang gong jie. made an evil robe by chopping off the limbs of the guy who wore it? hello?

xie lian: the worst god everyone hates him. has a magic silk bandage weapon called ruoye. was the masked head priest fang xin of yong an kingdom? did a red wedding on the yong an nobility? doesn’t use a sword anymore bc he doesn’t want to kill people. in the past his sword was also called fang xin and it was very goth. he really did kill lang qian qiu’s dad but not the rest of the yong an nobility

qi rong: green ghost, also called green light wandering nights. likes to hang corpses from trees. vulgar and nasty. is xie lian’s cousin from xian le who killed off the yong an nobility

hua cheng: also called blood rain reaching towards a flower. has a lot of worshippers despite being a demon ghost. challenged a bunch of heavenly officials to a contest and then burnt down their temples when they lost. likes gambling and dice. also called san lang

qing xuan: gender is worthless. wind master who wears white and carries a whisk weapon. more powerful in female form bc more worshippers think of them as a woman. should not actually be a god bc his luck was so bad but his brother shi wu du pulled strings to get him ascended. he’s living as a homeless mortal now

black water demon xuan: supreme demon like hua cheng. sinks ships

lang qian qiu: crown prince of yong an, the country that was built over xian le. also called tai hua

pei ming: ming guang general. fucks like crazy. xuan ji went crazy for love of him. his subordinate little pei is a fucker too. he made a sword called ming guang and then he snapped it and now it wants revenge. just kidding it’s his buddy from the war days rong guang who wants revenge. was from the kingdom of xuli which destroyed the kingdom of yushi

pei su: got exiled and rain master saved him

wu du: water master, god of wealth, qing xuan’s older brother

three tumors: nickname for pei ming, ling wen, and wu du bc everyone hates them but they’re buddies with each other so they dont care

white no-face: supreme level demon who carries around a banner and wears a mask and causes plagues. binch. asshole to xie lian in particular and can’t wait to ruin his life. was the crown prince of wu long. also is jun wu lol

quan yi zhen: heavenly official. beats up his own worshippers? he has wavy hair and is youthful. gives xie lian a lot of gold bars for some reason. when he was alive everyone fcking hated him bc he was crude and annoying but so talented. also called yi qing

ming yi: earth master. wears black, rude. hangs out with qing xuan but is mad about it. spied on hua cheng and hua cheng was pissed. JUST KIDDING! the whole time it was the black water demon xuan in disguise as him trying to get revenge on shi qing xuan for stealing his life

yin yu: shixiong of quan yi zhen but played a mean trick on him. ok actually it was unintentional and he feels very bad about it. less ability than his shidi. got banished? wears black and has a cursed shackle. he’s a good guy

lan chang: a ghost lady who acts young but is a grandma of 800. very tough. tried to fuck xie lian. gave birth to the fetus spirit but the father is unknown. in life she was named jian lan and she was the greatest beauty of xian le

rain master: very mysterious. was the last ruler of the kingdom of yushi. a queen! has the yulong sword which gives her the ability to command the people of yushi. she gave xie lian the magic hat that carried rain all those years ago. became queen for about one hour and then slit her throat for the sake of her country! name is yu shi huang

jing wen zhen jun: head literature god before ling wen. he and she were both from xuli. he personally appointed her actually. currently bound to a eunuch statue and out for revenge

mei nan qing: head priest of xian le. was previously one of the four guardians of the crown prince of wu yong

#god of just saying shit

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fireemblem7x · 5 years

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Prototype supports

A- Happy April Fool’s!

B- no pranks here today, but in the spirit of fun, here’s a look at some prototype support conversations I wrote before we began production. some people say that the script is a little verbose and long-winded - this is certainly much closer to the simpler style of early GBAFE

-Marcus/Uther C

[Uther] Hey, you. [Marcus] Hm? Me, sir? [Uther] Yeah, what's your name? [Marcus] C-captain Marcus Alexander, son of Isaac the Dragon-blooded, knighted by- [Uther] That's great, kid. [Marcus] Kid? With respect, m'lord, I'm at least a year- [Uther] That's fantastic. Have you seen Madelyn around? [Marcus] Ah... I believe I may have seen her walking with Sir Harken- [Uther] Thanks. Seeya around, kid. [Marcus] My word... he's Lycia's future? -Marcus/Uther B [Uther] Mark! [Marcus] M-M'lord! [Uther] Easy, soldier. You're as stiff as they come, aren't you? [Marcus] I'm afraid I don't follow, sir. [Uther] Well, you've been with us since we departed from Pherae, right? [Marcus] That's correct, sir. [Uther] Yet, I've never seen you sit down. [Marcus] That's... that's a little ludicrous, sir. Of course I've sat down... [Uther] Never in my presence, though. [Marcus] W-well, that's a matter of code and respect, sir. [Uther] Uther. [Marcus] P-pardon? [Uther] I have a name. Uther. [Marcus] Sir Uther, then. [Uther] No, just call me Uther. [Marcus] ...of course. I have a request, though. [Uther] Name it. [Marcus] Don't call me Mark. [Uther] Ha! You got it, kid. You're alright. [Marcus] Sir, I'm older than you are. [Uther] Don't call me sir. [Marcus] Yes, m'lord. [Uther] ... -Marcus/Uther A [Uther] Marky, my boy! [Marcus] Y-yes, m'lord? [Uther] Uther. [Marcus] Yes, my apologies. [Uther] I wanted to talk to you about Elbert. [Marcus] Of course, sir. I'll be serving as Lord Elbert's attendant for many years to come. [Uther] Yeah. Does he seem like he's changed to you? [Marcus] Changed? [Uther] He's... I don't know. I really don't know what I'm asking. [Marcus] ...sh... should I leave? [Uther] What? No. Here, have a drink. [Marcus] ...alright. Perhaps you should explain your concerns? [Uther] Ah, I guess I'm worried that he's maturing too quickly; leaving me behind. Father's always berating me for being irresponsible - even Madelyn says I've the discipline of a child. I'm supposed to be Lycia's next leader, after all. [Marcus] I'd... I'd imagine it would be a large weight on your shoulders. [Uther] Yeah. I've got an eternity of paperwork and politics ahead of me, so I guess I'd rather enjoy myself while I can. Elbert, though... Elbert seems to fit nicely into that world. [Marcus] P-perhaps you should talk to him about it? [Uther] Oh, no. How would you start a conversation like that? 'Hey, I want you to be a child with me a little longer.' [Marcus] Uther. [Uther] Huh? [Marcus] You know Elbert better than I do, and even I know how he'd respond to that. [Uther] Heh.

[Marcus] 'You can be Eliwood's milk brother if you'd like.'

-Madelyn/Hassar C [Madelyn] Oh, hello there! [Hassar] Hm? [Madelyn] Hi! [Hassar] Hello. [Madelyn] Eheh... [Hassar] ... [Madelyn] ... [Hassar] ... [Madelyn] So, uh... [Hassar] Yes? [Madelyn] Um, so you're from the plains? [Hassar] Yeah. [Madelyn] Oh... that's neat. [Hassar] Mm. [Madelyn] ...ahh... [Hassar] ... [Madelyn] I'm Madelyn, by the way! [Hassar] I know. [Madelyn] Well... I'm pleased to meet you, Sir...? [Hassar] Hassar. [Madelyn] Hassar! That's a neat name. [Hassar] Thank you. [Madelyn] Does it mean anything? [Hassar] Yes. [Madelyn] ... [Hassar] ... [Madelyn] ...well? -Madelyn/Hassar B [Madelyn] Hassar, look! [Hassar] Hm? [Madelyn] Look, look! [Hassar] Berries? [Madelyn] Yes! [Hassar] ...what of them? [Madelyn] 'The fruit of the hawk,' right? [Hassar] No. These are tyralles. [Madelyn] Oh... I could have sworn I got it right this time... [Hassar] You were close. Tyralles are very similar to hassar in appearance and aroma. The only real difference is that tyralles are a potent poison, while hassar work as excellent vulnerary reagents. [Madelyn] ...p-poison? [Hassar] Yes. While nonlethal, tyralles will cripple their victim and send them into a state of shock. [Madelyn] Oh! O-oh my! [Hassar] Is there something wrong, Madelyn? [Madelyn] Oh, no! Nonono no! Oh dear, no! [Hassar] ...? [Madelyn] I've gotta go! [Hassar] ... -fade out then back in- [Hassar] I'm sure he forgives you. [Madelyn] H-h-how cuh... could he?! I c-could have kuh-killed him! [Hassar] No, you couldn't have. [Madelyn] Hassar! [Hassar] Yes? [Madelyn] I p-poisoned him! [Hassar] Calm down. [Madelyn] Stop it! Just stop it! [Hassar] ... [Madelyn] ...sniff. [Hassar] Listen, it's not that bad. [Madelyn] ...i-it is so... [Hassar] It isn't. I made the same mistake when I was younger. [Madelyn] Reh... really? [Hassar] Yeah. I was mixing a salve for my mother to treat a wound. [Madelyn] ...oh no... [Hassar] Mm. It sent her into convulsions and she bled out. [Madelyn] ...oh god, Hassar... I'm so sorry... [Hassar] It's alright. -Madelyn/Hassar A [Madelyn] Hey, Hassar? [Hassar] Mm? [Madelyn] Do... would you meet my father? [Hassar] ...Madelyn? [Madelyn] I don't... I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do... [Hassar] ... [Madelyn] ...a-and my father's a little... a little old fashioned... I mean... well... [Hassar] He wouldn't approve of his daughter marrying a savage. [Madelyn] Hassar! I didn't- [Hassar] No, it's fine. I understand what this means to you. [Madelyn] Mm. Even if there's no chance we'll recieve his blessing, I want to try. [Hassar] Of course. [Madelyn] Thank you, Hassar. [Hassar] Mm.

-Shen/Gado C [Shen] Gado? [Gado] Yeah, s'me. [Shen] Ah. It was either you or a mule. [Gado] A mule? [Shen] You share a distinctive smell. [Gado] Hey! [Shen] Ahah, I jest. How are you coping with the job? [Gado] S'not like it's my first campaign, bro. [Shen] True enough. These fights are a little more intense than we're accustomed to, though. [Gado] You know me. My hide's thicker'n most! [Shen] Oh, I know. I doubt I'd be alive today if it weren't for your tenacity. [Gado] My what? Is this another stink joke!? [Shen] Hahahaha... Oh, my friend. How do people live without you in their lives? [Gado] Damn it, Shen! What's so funny? [Shen] Your naivete, Gado. [Gado] What? Argh! It's like y' live on a different world. Heck, even when I get th' jokes, I feel like you're laughing fer a whole other reason! [Shen] That's what I just said. -Shen/Gado B [Gado] Ho, Shen! [Shen] Hello, my friend. Do you need something? [Gado] Naw. Jus' takin' advantage of a lull in th' fightin'. These skirmishes are gettin' downright serious, but our allies are jus' laughing it off. [Shen] I'm certain that they are having as much trouble as we are, Gado. [Gado] If they are, they ain't showin' it! [Shen] To the eye, perhaps. I can hear the stress in their voices, brother. We aren't alone in this trial. [Gado] I s'pose. Knowin' there's a dozen men at our back is nice, but... [Shen] But? [Gado] It's nothin'. [Shen] I'm blind, Gado, not stupid. [Gado] Eheh. I'm just not used t' there bein' so many people around. Any one o' them could be a bounty hunter or assassin or thief - heck, some of them are! [Shen] We have made some enemies in this business, I admit - but these people are friends. We're all here for the same cause. [Gado] Th' gold? [Shen] No, Gado. For the Dara and for the fate of Elibe. [Gado] Oh. I'm here for th' gold. -Shen/Gado A [Shen] We've come some way, haven't we, friend? [Gado] Wh- oh, Shen. S'not often *you* sneak up on *me*. [Shen] Ha. Stranger things have happened. [Gado] Oh, don't I know it. This whole adventure's been nuts! [Shen] Indeed it has. Tell me, Gado, have you considered what you will do when this is all over? [Gado] Ah, well... I fig'red I'd just stick with you an' Celeste. Nothin' needs to change, right? [Shen] Unfortunately, the boss will be returning to Ilia with the prestige gained from this adventure. She has plans beyond our short campaign, Gado. [Gado] Oh... [Shen] So do I, as a matter of fact. [Gado] W-well, I'm sure I'll think'o somethin'! I'm the greatest axe on th' dark cont'nent, after all! There mus' be thousands o' jobs jus' waitin' for me to finish here! [Shen] I'm glad to hear that. I doubt I could retire in peace, knowing you were stranded and lost. [Gado] Retire? Shen, you can't retire! Y're way too young! [Shen] Young I may be, but we both know I'm not exactly in fighting form. [Gado] Shut up, Shen! You're more than a match for any o' these dorks, blind, armless and unconscious! Knowin' you were at my back, I never had e'en a second o' fear in my whole life. Y're like a... like one'o Elimine's disciples, sent down 'specially to keep me safe an' whole. If e'eryone had a friend like you, the whole world'd stop fightin' and talk out their problems o'er some mutton and ale. [Shen] ...hah. You really mean all that, Gado? [Gado] Well, sure. Just don't ask me t' repeat it. [Shen] Ahaha! Oh, my old friend. Come to the Isles with me. There'll be plenty of brutes for you to butt heads with, and I'll be able to relax. Maybe find myself a lady. [Gado] Does sound kinda nice, don't it? We should talk to Tristan. [Shen] Mm.

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Poetry Club | Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Pairing:Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: (Y/N)’s life takes a drastic turn when the town’s trashmouth starts catching feelings for her.

Henry Bowers was the first one to recite his poem. He was the biggest nerd in school, and he had a huge crush on me. For some time, I even thought he was my secret admirer. But I don’t think he’s brave or creative enough. His poem was about life lessons and something else, I didn’t really pay much attention to it since the prettiest boy in the whole universe was sitting next to me. The rest of the poems were about love, as usual, including Ben’s. It has finally come to Richie’s turn to recite. His poem was so beautiful and powerful, this boy had some real talent. I’m pretty sure it went like this:

I told her I was lost in this world

and she smiled

because she was too

we were all lost somehow

but we didn’t care

we had in each others chaos

found each other

He said all these words with such passion, it was very impressive. He kept his face serious, he put so much emotion in reciting this. How is he even real? I thought to myself. Richard Tozier is perfect, I concluded. It was my turn to recite, and I was very insecure about it. When I stepped in front of the Poetry Club, I felt my anxiety take over. But Richie’s glare, that was full of understanding and love, gave me the bravery I needed.

He placed his hands

on my mind

before reaching

or my lips

for my waist

my hips

or my lips

he didn’t call me

beautiful first

he called me

exquisite

LOSER

Everyone was touched by my words, especially Richie. Few people got confused by the ending, but Richie didn’t. My plan didn’t work, shit. He looked at me, but there was no reaction to the last word of the poem.Our eyes met, and we just stared each other for some time. It lasted until I noticed I’m still standing there, in front of everyone. As I sat next to him, he said: Wow that was fucking amazing!“ He’s so sweet. "Thank you so mu-”, I was interrupted by the school bell.

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Hmm, something’s wrong. There was no love letters in my locker. I guess the secret admirer decided to take a break. I didn’t mind it though, my life was perfect right now, at least I thought so.

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Whose car is that? I asked myself as I noticed an unfamiliar car on my frontyard. It got even weirder when I entered the house. Mom was standing there, with a huge grin plastered on her face. Besides her, there was a man that looked like he was in his mid thirties, he was tall, dark skined and had dark brown hair. Next to him, there was a boy that looked like he was around my age. “Hey (Y/N), what took you so long?” What took YOU so long? It’s been a few days since I last saw mom, and she comes back with asking me what took ME so long? And who the fuck are these 2 dudes? “Just some school stuff. Who’s this?”, I asked as I pointed at the men standing next to my mom. “Oh where are my manners? This is James and this is Mike, they will be living with us from now on.”, mom said this as it was the most irrelevant thing ever. “They’re going to… Live with us? Why?”, I tried to stay calm. “Because James and I are getting married, and Mike is his son.”,as my mom said this, James shook my hand:“ it’s a pleasure to meet you.”, I didn’t know what to say, I just nodded. “Hi, I’m Mike.”, the boy said.“Hi, I’m (Y/N). ”. My opinion on them was simple. James? He looked okay I guess. And Mike? He seemed like a nice guy. Why not give them a chance? Right?

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Just when I finished writing an another poem, I heard a knock on my doors. “Come in.” Mike opened the doors and stuttered:“ I… Uh… Your mom told me to come up here… Not sure why…”, he looked so nervous, I felt bad for him. This was probably even harder for him than for me, I mean he had to move to a different town, into a stranger’s house and leave everything behind. “Yeah, she probably wants us to get to know each other better.” I said this sarcastically and it made Mike laugh. “Look, I know you probably hate me right now, but I didn’t have anything to do with moving here. My dad just packed my things and told me we’re moving. So… Please don’t hate me.”, he said with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back.

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Mike and I were laughing our asses off. It was 2am and we couldn’t fall asleep. We’ve been talking for a few hours now, but it feels like we’ve known each other since forever. I was laying in my bed, and he was laying on a mattress on the ground. Neither of us knew what we were laughing at, but I guess we were just, happy?

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As Mike and I were walking to school, I was telling him all about everything and everyone:“Eddie is the one that panics a lot, Stan is the birdwatcher, he’s a huge perfectionist. Bill is the leader of the group, he lost his younger brother a few years ago. Beverly is the only girl in the group besides me, she’s very fun and brave, you’ll love her. And Richie, well, he’s the trashmouth of the town, but deep down, he’s a sweetheart. I’ve had a crush on him for a long time, but he doesn’t need to know that.”, Mike seemed to enjoy this. “I think I got it, well most of it.”, he said.

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“Hey guys!”, I waved as I walked up to my new group of friends. “This is Mike.”, I said while pointing at Mike. Mike was so nervous about making a good first impression. “This is Eddie, Bill, Beverly, Stanley and Richie.”, I introduced them to each other. Stan and Mike kept exchanging odd looks, but I didn’t bother to find out why. Richie seemed to not like Mike, because everytime Mike said something, Richie rolled his eyes. When everyone went to their classes, and it was only Richie and me, he reached for my hand, and asked:“How’s my favorite Muffin? ” He just called me his oh my god. “I’m great actually. I was kind of anxious about the thought of my mom having a new boyfriend, but at least I met Mike.” As I said Mike, I noticed Richie getting pissed:“So do you, um, like him?” Is Richie Tozier jealous, of Mike? “No, Richie he’s my step brother for fuck sake.” Richie got so relieved when I said this. I can’t believe I just made him jealous. “Thanks god.”, he exhaled. “So, we are going to the quarry later today, do you want to join us?”, Richie asked as he smirked. “Yeah, I would love to. Can Mike come too?”, when I said Mike’s name, Richie’s face expression changed from lovely to pissed: “I guess he can come.”

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There was not a single love letter in my locker today, and I got kind of worried. I mean who wouldn’t love to get compliments from an unknown poet?

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I went in the school’s backyard to study history. I wonder how Mike’s first day of school went. I hope that he didn’t meet Gretta, the school bully. She better stay away from him. Just when I was about to sit under the oak tree, my favorite spot to study, I heard noise coming from behind of it. Of course, my curiosity took over me and leaded the way to the back of the tree. And right there, I caught MIKE AND STANLEY KISSING. “What the-”, I was so shocked. “Holy shit.”, Mike and Stan both mumbled when they saw me. “(Y/N), pl-please let us explain.”,Mike stuttered. I decided to hear what they have to say. They both started talking very fast simultaneously. “SHUT UP!”,as soon as I yelled, they both froze. “Explain, one by one.”, I suggested. Stan came closer to me and said: “I’ve wanted to come out for some time now, but I was so scared of the consequences.”, his eyes started to tear up as he was saying this. I hugged him, he needed someone at times like this. I can’t imagine how hard it was for him to hide his sexuality from everyone, including his best friends. “Stanley, you have nothing to be afraid of, all of us would support you, you shouldn’t be scared to show your true self in front of your best friends.”, I said softly. “Could you please keep it as a secret?”, he was almost begging me on his knees. “Stanley, of course, you’ll have to tell them eventually though. And I’m sure you’re aware of that.”, he just nodded. “Mike, does your father know?”, as I said this, Mike shivered. “He doesn’t, and I don’t want him to.”, I nodded. Mike came closer to me and whispered:“Thank you.” And then pulled Stan and me in a tight hug.

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#WrongSideOfHeaven

❌Warning Wincest and Non-consensual sex etc. ❌

Written by: @DarkHunter_DW & DarkHunterSW

Dean: +Sitting in the hotel room I had rented, I thought about my journey. About how I found myself in a shallow grave, in the middle of nowhere. When I woke up, I was greeted by dirt, breathing that shit in was not fun. It was nothing compared to the fear that Sam found a way to bring me back. Or the haunted memories of the condemned screaming as the demons ripped them apart, literally. Honestly, I wasn't sure about anything really. Whether this was now my reality, or if this was another..."dream" of what I truly fucking wanted. However, Sam wasn't here, wasn't greeting me. In fact, I couldn't find my brother at all. After escaping the shallow grave, which I was not happy that Sam didn't fucking follow my request and burn my body, I trekked down the long street until I came across an empty as fuck gas station. The stench of rotting food, rotting corpses seared itself into my brain and I couldn't help but to gag at the mere thought of it. Everything, everyone, was destroyed around the gas station. When I attempted to call my brother, his number had been changed, and when I tried an old trick, it turned out empty. When I called Bobby, that was a well gestured fuck you. Scrubbing my face to shake off those dark thoughts, I got up to grab a shower until I figured out how to get ahold of Sam I had to know if ye was alive. I had to know he was okay.+

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Sam: -Sam stood over the lifeless bodies piled up on the floor, Ruby not far away. He'd killed them all, pissed no one would give up information on how to get Dean out of hell. He knew he couldn't fully trust Ruby and her version of the story about Lilith holding Dean's contract pushed him on to slaughter anyone who got in his way. Lately, though even Ruby seemed spooked over something she wouldn't comment on it he just caught her speaking to what he figured to be demons, and their expressions seemed forlorn at best. He was running out of options and Dean had been down there a fucking year. He was close to saying yes to agreeing to oversee the armies of hell overthrow Lilith and anything else he had to do. Washing blood from his hands Ruby came up to him and touched his shoulder. He stopped, his silence deafening.- "Sam, something's happened. We need to go to where Dean is buried, it could be a trap but something or someone has pulled him out of hell." -His head turned and his eyes grew wide, he'd needed a miracle and maybe this was it. Trap or not he was going. Walking past her he picked up his bag and headed to the car. He could be there in a few hours if he didn't dick around.-

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Dean: +Grabbing the laptop I stole from one of the corpses, it wasn't like he was going to need it anymore, I followed the lessons I was taught my geek of a brother to crack the password. While Sam was the computer nerd, I was the porn Master. Something was bugging me, and not that I could track my brother, although that was pissing me off, nor was it the burn mark of a hand on my flesh. No, it was something else. I checked out a few cases that Sam and I did, only to realize something. Every few cases, there was one that ended in a fucking tragedy. It was odd. I remembered the cases, I remembered the fucking fear that went through Sam and I. Fear of the possessions, the resentment when ghosts fueled us. My deepest darkest secret threatening to spill with the Djinn. It. Wasn't. Fucking. There.+ "What the fuck..."

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Sam: -He was close, he'd left Ruby behind telling her he had to do this alone even though she'd protested. All of a sudden it seemed like a storm rolling in, the sky was starting to turn black and lightning shot across the sky. He knew where he was supposed to go but he found himself turning off. Something was driving him to go elsewhere, he had this flash of Dean sitting at a laptop and they were both fucking terrified. He couldn't shake it so he drove till he pulled up by this time gale force winds has started up and hail the size of baseballs was coming down. He ducked up the roof and closed his eyes to concentrate on Dean, maybe he was finally losing his mind but whatever it was pushed him on and had him beating on the door of room 11.- DEAN! DEAN! LEMME IN!

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Dean: +I was so lost in the articles of the failed cases, unable to shake the unease that something major was coming. The pounding of the door caused me to jump, and it took me a few moments to recognize the voice that always made my heart jump into my throat. Jumping up, I walked, Okay. I ran to my door and threw it open to see a man I knew, but hardly recognized, Samuel Winchester stood before me. His body was bigger than I remembered.+ "Sam?" +I asked, my breath caught in my throat, until the sweet smell of perfume engulfed my senses, causing my blood simmer beneath my skin. I didn't want to know why jealousy was bubbling now after years of beating it down by endless bar fucks.+

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Sam: -Floored Sam stood stupified for a few then stepped in and embraced Dean holding him so tight.- Oh god, how the fuck did this happen?! -He wanted to just hold him forever but this knawing at his gut wouldn't let him.- We gotta go, something wrong. We need to get to Bobby's, I don't know how to explain or even if I could but something led me to you and that same thing is telling me we gotta run hard and fast as we can. -His hands were shaking he was petrified and not much scared Sam anymore.-

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Dean: +I held him tight, inhaling his masculine scent beneath the perfume scent and relished in it as it wrapped around my broken soul.+ "Yeah Sam..its me." +When he mentioned that urge, I nodded and grabbed my shit before motioning for him to go ahead of me.+ "We will catch up later and I will explain what happened when I woke up." +I promised.+

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Sam: -Sam hated to let go but something was coming he could feel it and whatever it was, wasn't good, getting into the Impala he fired it up waiting on Dean. Why he felt the need to run towards Bobby's he didn't know but shit was getting bad outside. Tree's were coming down and the sky looked worse if that was possible. Day was turning to pitch dark and he had no idea what it was. He checked his cell as he waited willing Dean to just hurry up but he noted he had no service.-

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Dean: +I was just out of the room when a tree collapsed on the roof of my room and my eyes widened. What the fuck?! That made me rush to my baby, yes I stopped and patted her hood, before getting in the passenger side and scowled at the ipod hooked up to the radio. I opened my mouth to bitch when I noticed movement outside my window and saw as someone else came out, only to get killed by a metal post.+ "Let's go Sam!"

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Sam: -He didn't have to tell him twice, tires squealed and rubber burned as the Impala sped off and got onto the highway.- What the hell is it a tornado? -Glances in the rearview nearly driving them off the road with what he saw.- Dean.... I don't think Bobby's gonna be able to save us or anyone... -The fear in his voice was real, a full-scale battle was going on behind them and it was angels on angels by the looks of it. What in the hell was going on?

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Dean: +I didn't respond. I didn't think I could. I was alive for 12 hours, and now I was about to die with my brother. Well, there was one sliver of good luck, in a twisted way. Sam and I together until the end of the world. I couldn't stop the laughter as it bubbled over the though.+ "Pull over Sam." +I whispered, if we were going to die by this war, then there was one regret I wasn't going to make again.+

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Sam: WHAT?! No. I'm getting us the fuck out of here now. We'll find somewhere, we have to. I didn't just get you back to fucking lose you again. -Punching the gas he looked up in the rearview and didn't see the thin strip of light in front of them by the time he did he couldn't avoid it. In a second they went through, Sam slamming the breaks on bracing for impact and was suddenly sliding sideways across the road but he immediately noticed things looked different. They were facing the way they'd come and there were no angels battling. The sun was out the sky was totally clear. Heart racing he looked over wide-eyed at Dean then back to the strip of light they'd gone through and just like that it was gone.-

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Dean: +I almost grabbed the wheel, almost. Especially when the lightening struck the road and we drove straight through it. My hand went to his thigh and I squeezed it hard as we spun around, closing my eyes tight, I said the only thing I could think of.+ "I love you Sam..." +There was no impact though. Just a nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach for a brief moment before it disappeared. I opened my eyes to see how the weather shifted from a dangerous apocalyptic sky, to a crystal clear blue sky. What..the fuck?!+ "Sam..."

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Sam: -Sam's eyes were big as quarter dollars what the hell had that been? A horn sounded and Sam looked in the rearview a diesel was coming and he took his foot off the gas and spun tires, gaining speed he drove so they wouldn't be hit. He pulled off at where they'd started at the hotel. His hands shaking he shut the Impala off and looked over at Dean freaked out. Just thankful to be alive he suddenly hugged him.-

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Dean: +When he parked, I hugged him tight to me as he hugged me. By some fucking miracle we were alive, there was no destruction, no death. Shaking my head inwardly, I held him close.+ "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto..." +I snickered.+

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Sam: -Still trying to process it all, tears run down his cheeks.- I don't care, you're here. That's all that matters to me.

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Dean: +Unbuckling mu seat belt, I leaned over and cupped his cheeks and pressed my forehead against his, my thumbs wiping away his tears.+ "Shhh, I'm right here Sammy. Im right here." +Whispered softly.+

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Dean: +After the little welcome greeting, I suggested to

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that we needed to find a room, and get supplies. All of our electronics fried during that...storm? Shift? I didn't know what the fuck to call that cluster fuck. After we agreed, Sam drove us to the closest town that we were near. Which was some little rural town in Kansas. I grimaced internally when I realized it was close to where Sam and I grew up. Well then, isn't that a fun little memory to think about. Not. After we landed a motel room, I encouraged

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to crash. After he stripped down to his boxers, which caused a stirring so strong in my gut that I looked away. Grabbing the keys, I gave my brother the most authentic smile I could muster, realizing he was already under the sheets with his eyes closed. Walking over, I placed a brotherly kiss on his forehead before jotting down a note that I left to get food for us, as well as new items we both were going to need.+ "I'll be back Sammy." +I whispered before I left to get into my baby. I sneered he way Sam treated my baby and threw his iPod on the back seat.+ "I said take care of her...not whore her up." +I growled to myself, but before I could pull out of the parking spot in front of our room, a dark voice that I've heard since I turned eighteen reared its ugly head, louder this time. Urging me to go back into the room and take what they thought was rightfully mine. Shaking my head, I pulled out and went to the closet electronics store with Sam's card since mine was probably expired, not to mention out of use, I got what we needed from there before going to the nearest gas station to grab perishables. It was when I walked down the isle of bathroom products that the voice reared once more at the sight of Lube.+ 'What's the harm of being prepared...' +It whispered. I had no intentions of getting it, I didn't crave sex. I didn't want anyone, ever again.+ 'Don't lie to me Dean...' The voice was right, I stopped lying to myself the moment those hell hounds were chewing me apart. I was irrevocably in love with one person who was forbidden.+ 'Is he Dean? Think about it...you were already in Hell once...and we both know you'll return...why be righteous?' +I hated when the demon on my shoulder was right. Why am I being righteous once again when there was no point? If there was a God...he abandoned us a long time ago when I traded my soul for Sam. Allister was in my head once again.+ "That's right Dean...give in. Feed that dark thist that slides in your veins..." +I grimaced at the thought before the image of the first soul I ripped apart on the same hook that I had been ripped apart on.

I grabbed the lube and pocketed it, careful of the cameras. Thievery was an art I had perfected when I was only the slender age of seven years. Lube, no condoms. I had no intentions of using it for anything but my palm. Hoping it would satisfy and shut the voice for now. However, I should have known better. When I got back to the Impala, the voices of the damned, mixed with the sultry voice of lust for the only family member I had left screamed in my head. Begging me to make it stop. Running my fingers through my hair, I clenched the strands tightly and screamed inside the car, glad I was alone as I tried to drown out the voices inside my soul. Or well, what soul I had left. I had a soul, didn't I? Turning on my radio, the first song that I heard was a song called 'Citizen Soldier' by Three Doors Down. It sealed my eternal road back down damnation. Visions of Sam being my Angel...I slammed my hand on the power button and drove in silence back to the shitty hotel room. Pulling up to the parking spot, the heaviness of lube was weighing down my jacket pocket, as my fingers touched the bottle, I lost all control of what I had done next, but I was able to witness ever second of the tortured pleasure.+ Outside of my conscious control.~ +Sliding out of the car, I grabbed the bags and took them into the room only to be greeted with a sight that sealed my darkened mind. The blanket was pulled down from his body, the outline of his length was pressed against his boxers twitching as mumbles of a name crept from his lips.

A name that seared through my veins as if it was hot coals.+ "Ruby..." +That stupid demonic bitch. Inhaling through my nose as my eyes stayed on my brother. His erection twitched once more as it filled with blood and dipped out of the slit, revealing itself for me. Without my consent, my hand slipped into my pocket and I grabbed the lubricant and peeled off the plastic as I dropped the bags on the floor, careful to not bust my purchases before walking over to my brother. A deep, sick twisted need filled me as I placed the lube on the table and stripped over my brother, watching him sleep. As my heart and my soul begged me to stop, I didn't as I grabbed the hem of his boxers and stripped them down off his hips carefully as if not to wake him. With him naked, I grabbed the bottle and snapped it open before letting it dribble down his cock before gripping the turgid flesh and began a slow stroke, using his body to determine how much I could do without him waking. I found that my brotger was lax on his sleep, and I couldn't help but to grin deviously at all the things I could, and would do with him in these states.

With my hand soaked in lube, I spread his thighs and lightly teased his balls. Ignoring the cries of the good big brother, I began to coax my brother into an orgasm by teasing his balls and stroking him making sure to alternate between the two. As come exploded from his tip, covering his abs, chest, neck and lip. I groaned as my dick begged, weeped for attention. A gleaming idea stirred in my head as I quickly made work of my own dick, I pointed it at the already there puddle, but changed my mind and aimed for his chest and neck, gripping the bed for support as my balls drawn up in a heated rush and I exploded over his chest, part of my come mixed with his, but the majority left its mark over his heart. My eyes slid closed as pleasure slithered through my veins like a snake in the water. Panting, I opened my eyes, a perverse pleasure claimed my heart as a bit of my come that clung to my tip dripped over on his lips and I grinned. Leaning down to whisper in his ear quietly.+ "Soon Sammy..." Waking an hour later.~ +I woke up in a rush of extreme case of guilt slapped me down to earth so hard, that I bounded off the bed and threw up violently into the bathroom toilet. What woke me was the sound of Sam screaming in replace of one of my usual victims. When I came out of the bathroom, I froze at the site before me. The bags that I evidently gotten were sorted and put away, even if I don't remember ever doing it. The new electronic technology was placed on the table for Sam, but that's not the site that had me wanting to race into the with another round of hugging the toilet bowl as memories crashed down into my mind. No, it was my naked brother covered in come. Two different places, with known knowledge there had to have been at least one other person with him. What nailed the coffin was the voice of my own personal demonic voice that had my best friend since my eighteenth birthday. It was a neon sign.+ 'That is your come Dean...your come that mixed and dried with

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. Relish in that memory Dean...for now.'

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