#Happy Birthday Wanderer 2024

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"You came here to celebrate my "birthday"? Is your life so boring that you really have nothing better to do? Heh, that's honestly kinda pathetic. I guess you could stick around for a bit… if you want. I have some shimi chazuke here."

Happy Birthday, Wanderer! ♡

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(Re)birth day

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His birthday is every day of January because I said so 😤💜💟

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Happy Birthday, Wanderer.

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Happy Birthday to my beloved Kuni!! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧♡

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Happy birthday Dean Winchester! Here's a quick one-shot I whipped up to celebrate.

This also fulfils the 'Plus Size' square of my @spnaubingo 2023 bingo card, even though it's 2024... I'm late, I know, but I still want to do some more of it!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus sized!reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Couple of crap comments from a random, some not-great self-esteem and a drunk character, but nothing particularly bad.

Synopsis: A man you're interviewing makes some crap comments about your body, and Dean doesn't help. Can he make it up to you?

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“Which one’s the father?” The sleazy guy joked. My stomach dropped.

“Excuse me?!”

“Oh, it’s alright love, I know the real father’s probably suffering somewhere alone while you’re off gallivanting with your workmates. I’m surprised he lets you out, really.”

The urge to punch the witness we were interviewing was overwhelming. Rather than ruin the case, I turned on my heel and marched out.

Fuck that guy. I’m not pregnant and I’m not screwing either of the Winchesters.

I heard Dean’s FBI agent tone of voice as he started speaking behind me. Great to see they were all just moving on with their lives, I thought sarcastically.

---

📱 Where are you? We’re going to the next witness’s house

A text came in from Dean. I read it but didn’t reply.

📱 You ok?

I sighed. Finally, he asks.

📱 Fine. I’ll catch up with you later

I replied. He sent me a thumbs up, I rolled my eyes.

I kicked at the ground and started the walk back into town. Sam and Dean would probably try and make me feel better, but I knew that wasn’t happening. I looked down at my soft, flabby belly that I’d tried multiple times to lose.

I walked.

---

I felt a bit absurd, getting tipsy this early. It wasn’t that I felt like I had to drink to get over the comment. It was just  that I’d gotten back to the motel room and was feeling a bit morose, and there was nothing to do. I’d tapped out of the case and I was bored. I went for another wander and this stupid town had nothing in it but a pub, and so somehow I’d ended up here, starting drinking a lot earlier than normal.

And now I looked like I was drinking my feelings, when I wasn’t.

 Not that there was anyone looking at me anyway.

Well, except in disgust. Who knew how many more people in here thought I was pregnant too. Probably thought I was harming an unborn baby, right now.

Fuck them.

---

“You know there’s still a monster on the loose?” Dean said gruffly, a frown on his face. I guess it’d been easy to find me given how few things there were in this town.

“You struggling without me?” I didn’t think I was slurring too much, but his expression did not improve when I started talking.

“How you going to fight one off like this?” he gestured to me.

“You think a few drinks are why I’m fat?” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not calling you fat, I’m calling you drunk.”

“Right,” I said with an eyeroll.

“Come on, get in the car,” he said, trying to tug my arm.

“Fuck off Dean! I can drink if I want to. There’s nothing else to do in this shithole, anyway.”

He dropped my arm and stomped off to the bar.

I turned back to my drink. Sam came and sat opposite me. You can’t escape the bloody Winchesters.

“Hey, you ok?” he asked with his puppy dog eyes.

“I’m fine. I had a free afternoon, I came to get a drink. Is that fucking crime now?”

“I meant about what happened with the guy. You seemed pretty upset.”

“Surprised you could see that, you were both so busy being silent.”

“Didn’t you hear Dean?”

“How could I hear Dean when he wasn’t saying anything?”

“No, he laid right into the guy.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I heard Dean get right back into his FBI voice as I walked off.”

“Yeah, he was still in character at first, told the guy that he needed to speak respectfully to Agents. And then when the guy was still a douche he got a bit more Dean and threatened to punch his lights out if he didn’t shut up about you.”

I laughed into my drink. I was sure Sam was embellishing, there was just no way Dean would care that much about someone being mean to me.

Speak of the devil, Dean appeared again, tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He put the water in front of me.

“Thanks, but I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not having you hung over tomorrow and being a liability to the case, drink the water.”

“I don’t remember electing you.”

“Jesus, you’re even more belligerent when drunk. Just drink the water and stop moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“The guy was an asshole, no one thinks you look pregnant. But you can’t just drink yourself blotto and get yourself killed every time someone says something mean to you.”

I stood up, grabbed the glass of water and upended it all over Dean’s face. Then I marched out the door.

The effect was a little ruined by my drunken stagger, though.

---

Sam caught my arm as I got outside. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“I walked myself here, I can walk myself home!”

“I’m pretty sure you were walking in a straight line when you got here though. Come on.”

I let him tug me to the Impala. He must’ve grabbed the keys off Dean before chasing after me.

“He’s just worried about you,” he said gently as we were exiting the carpark. “Doesn’t want you getting hurt.”

“That does not give him a free pass to behave like that.”

---

Dean stood over me, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in his hands. “Morning, sunshine. Need some relief?”

I gratefully reached out. Man, I did not normally drink that much.

“What time is it?”

 “Time to work the case.”

I groaned, “Can’t you do it without me?”

“No, come on, back on the horse.”

“It’s not the horse that’s the problem, it’s the dog that bit me.”

“I did tell you to drink water,” he said smugly.

“Fuck off!” I threw my pillow at him. He easily deflected but wisely left me alone after that.

I groaned and got off the couch I’d been sleeping on, slumping to the bathroom. The boys were sitting around the tiny table, already dressed and looking at their laptops.

Sam was gone when I came out, freshly showered, dressed and feeling slightly more human. I looked at Dean with a clear question on my face.

“He’s gone for coffee, thought you could use some.”

“Thanks.”

“I, uh,” Dean continued, more hesitantly, “I owe you an apology.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. An apology from Dean was a rare thing, but I was wary it was going to end up being a backhanded insult instead. I often felt like I needed to protect my heart from being hurt by him.

“I was worried about you getting hurt when I saw you were drunk. But I just tried to solve the problem, I didn’t actually talk to you, and I,” he paused, biting his lip, “I shouldn’t do that.”

“Nice to see I’m just a problem,” I replied sarcastically. I wasn’t sure why he was riling me so much, but I still felt so hurt and angry.

He stood up and came over to me. “You’re not a problem,” he said quietly, trying to look into my eyes. I ducked my head away from the intensity of his look. “And I am sorry that asshat upset you.”

“I didn’t get drunk just because some guy called me pregnant, you know.” I could hear how defensive I sounded, despite my best efforts not to.

“It’s a shitty thing he did anyway. You’re beautiful.”

I laughed mirthlessly.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t put yourself down all the time.”

“Dean, your idea of beautiful is tall, thin, busty and great hair.”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, they’re all thin at least.”

“Who are ‘they’?”

“The women you sleep with, the women you hit on.”

“I can think of many women I’ve hit on who aren’t ‘thin’, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Suuuure,” I said with an eye roll.

“But I haven’t hit on many women lately, been distracted by one in particular.”

“Let me guess, beautiful?”

“Absolutely.”

“My point exactly. It’s ok Dean, you don’t have to ma-” Dean’s fingers found my chin, nudging it up so I would like at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m sorry I haven’t made you feel it.”

I stared at him, mouth agape. Absolutely stunned into silence.

“And I’m sorry again that I was a bit of a dick yesterday.”

His face came even closer, watching my reactions.

“You’re my weak spot,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not.” I put my hands on his chest, “Dean, this isn’t funny, don’t tease me.”

He dropped his hand from my chin, looking hesitant. “Sweetheart, I’m putting my heart on the line here, I’m not teasing.”

My hands slackened.

He edged a tiny bit forward.

His tongue darted out and back in. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

Was this even real?

How was this happening?

His hand came up to cup my cheek.

I leant forward.

The world suddenly sped up again. Dean moved in, closing the gap between us and bringing his lips to mine. I lost myself in the tenderness of his touch, the softness of his lips, the  exploration of his tongue and mine.

A sudden noise made us pull apart. Sam was standing in the doorway, cardboard holder with coffees in one hand and the other on his hip.

“I’m happy for you guys and all, but we still have a case to work. You can pick this up later.”

.

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Title: Song of the Loon

Author: Desirae

Artist: eggchef

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: mentions of past Dean/Lisa

Length: 24438

Warnings: n/a

Tags: Narrator Castiel/Campground owner Dean, strangers to friends to lovers, past family trauma, survivors guilt, substance abuse(not Dean or Cas), Nurturer Dean, Hurt/Comfort, canon typical violence, angst with a happy ending, cabin by the lake fic

Posting Date: October 24, 2024

Summary: Dean Winchester is expecting a quiet, if not awkward, summer. His estranged brother Sammy was coming to visit from California, and all the chores around his lakeside cabin were not enough to distract him from his nerves. That is until an unexpected phone call from Sam’s sponsor, Gabriel, called with a favor: Could Dean put Gabriel’s brother Castiel up for the summer, no questions asked? Audiobook narrator Castiel Novak is exhausted and travel-weary. Fresh off of a book tour, Castiel arrived home to find his longtime online stalker has been to his apartment. At the urging of his brother, Castiel finds himself on a road trip to Angel’s Peak, Maine, where his host, Dean, is as stunning as the mountain view. Although Castiel and Dean feel an immediate connection, Cas is guarded, with emotional baggage he doesn’t want to inflict on his new friend. Will a summer in the wilds of Maine be enough for Dean break through Castiel’s walls and prove that he is worthy of love and protection? 

Excerpt: Castiel or C.J. Krushnic as he was known in the literary world, had spent the last few months doing the convention circuit promoting the latest book in the paranormal series. Very much an introvert, these events pushed Castiel far beyond his comfort zone, but the book series' popularity had made conventions a part of the job. This latest had been his third and he was getting better at sitting up on stage with fellow panelists. Castiel’s heart beat a fast staccato, as he answered questions about what it was like to give voice to characters like The Wesson brothers; his face a stoic mask as Castiel adhered to the requests to read book passages aloud in his distinctive gravelly voice.  He’d gotten through it, but now Castiel was drained and all he wanted was quiet and space.  Peering over the railing, Castiel heard the belligerent bellowing of a taxi driver and the jarring blare of a horn being pressed. Castiel sighed again. He needed to get away. Somewhere quiet, where he could just exist in peace and solitude. Castiel left the balcony, closing the doors behind him. With a jaw-cracking yawn, he dragged his boned tired body across the living room, back through to the bedroom, and into the ensuite bathroom. He set his now empty whiskey glass on the counter with an audible click. Tired blue eyes stared back at him from the mirror above the sink. Frowning, Castiel tore his gaze away from himself and turned on the water, cupping it in his palms before scrubbing it briskly over his stubbled face. His dark hair stood in tufts and he could use a shave, but Castiel just didn't have the energy. Wandering back out into the living room, Castiel absent-mindedly clicked on the television, noting that an old season of Tournament of Champions was playing. He left the cooking show on and grabbed the mail from on top of the suitcase. Slouching back onto his couch, Castiel rifled through the thick stack. It was mostly junk mail plus what looked like a belated birthday card from his older brother Gabriel that said I wish you love, laughter, and ha! Penis. Castiel snorted, fingering the last envelope in his hand. Furrowing his brow, he realized it was blank, save his pen name in a loopy scrawl. That was strange. Nobody had mentioned anyone dropping anything off for him when he picked up his mail at the front desk. Castiel opened the envelope and pulled out a slip of paper. His stomach plummeted unpleasantly as he read the words on the page. The sound of your voice, the way our eyes met, it is inevitable. You belong to me. -HeartsAflame With shaking fingers, Castiel pulled out his phone and quickly tapped on his brother's icon. Gabriel picked up on the first ring.  “Hey, broseph! How was your tour?” Castiel ignored the question. “Gabriel, they found my apartment,” he said, voice audibly shaken. “Sit tight, Cassie. I’m on my way.”

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Birthday... cake?

Cassian x Reader

Cassian week 2024

Day 6: Birthday

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Summary: You tried baking a birthday cake for Cassian's birthday, but you overestimated your poor cooking skills.

Warnings: description of panicking, angsty

Word count: 824 words

Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears 💕

You had spent the whole day wandering through the busy street of Velaris with your little list in hand. When you got home in the early afternoon, your basket had been full of different dry ingredients. Flour, sugar, cocoa powder, bicarbonate powder, ground coffee… Everything you needed to make the best chocolate cake ever. 

“The cake that will make any male fall in love with you over and over again!” The vendor had told you while you paid for all of the ingredients. 

Honestly, you could've just bought a cake from the bakery just down your street, but you had wanted the cake to come from you. To impress your mate. 

Stupid Fae pride. 

The reality hit you full force when the time had come for you to pull the cake out of the oven. The cake looked… sloppy. Slimy. It didn't even look like a cake.

You looked nervously toward the clock, realizing Cassian would be home soon. Panic surged through you as you analyzed the extent of damage. Brown cake batter was splattered on the walls, furniture, floors… Towels were scattered in every corner of the room, and what was cooling down inside of the pan in the center of the table looked like anything but a cake. 

Before you could surge into action and start cleaning up the mess, the front door creaked open. Your throat tightened, and you froze in place. Your heart thumped faster with each footstep that echoed through the silent house. 

“Princess? I’m home!” Cassian shouted from the living room, getting closer to where you stood.

“Happy birthday, Cassian!” Was what you would've said to the male leaning against the doorframe, if the words didn't stay stuck in your throat. Tears welled up your eyes and your shaky hands dropped the wooden spoon to the ground. You had failed. Again. 

Your shoulders slumped, and your lips quivered. Warm tears rolled down your cheeks, fraying a path through all of the floor and cocoa powder splattered on your face. 

Cassian frowned. He quickly walked the few steps separating you, kicking aside all of the towels and cooking instruments scattered on the floor. His strong arms wrapped around you, cradling your face against his chest. 

“Princess…” He cooed, kissing the crown of your head before lifting your teary eyes to meet his. “Why are you crying?” 

“I wanted to… to make you a cake,” You sobbed, tears pouring freely from your eyes. “For your birthday…”

Cassian hummed, rubbing his large hand in circles against your back. He let you cry as much as you needed to, gently swaying you from side to side while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, in an attempt to calm you down. 

Once your sobs turned into sniffles, he took the nearest “relatively clean” cloth to wipe your face, teary eyes, and snotty nose. “It's okay… I've got you…” His eyes scanned the kitchen, then he spotted what looked like an uncooked cake. “Can I taste it?” 

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away from him. “If you feel courageous enough… yes.” You mumbled. 

Cassian's warm laugh lightened up your heart and made your lips shift into a small smile. He lifted you up into his arms, and sat on a chair. He did not mind at all that his ass was settled straight into a puddle of frosting. 

He dipped his large finger into the pan, and brought it to his lips quickly before it could spill on the dirty table. He sucked it clean, and his eyebrows frowned in concentration as he swallowed. 

His hazel eyes sparkled, and his brows lifted as he stared into your eyes. “Princes… it tastes amazing!” 

You crossed your arms, not believing him for one second that this was good. You knew Cassian, and how he would eat a whole shovel of shit, without hesitating, if it could make you feel better about your cooking attempts. 

He rolled his eyes then plunged his fingers right into the pan, coating his fingers with the sweet mixture once again, then shoved them into your mouth. 

You jolted slightly, surprised by the sudden intrusion of his fingers on your mouth, but then your eyes widened. “It really is good!” You said when Cassian pulled out his fingers. 

“Best birthday cake ever,” Cassian purred, bringing the cake pan straight to his lips, filling his mouth with the chocolate mixture that he swallowed greedily. 

Your eyes shone with pride and adoration as you stared at your mate's delighted face as he swallowed mouthful, after mouthful, of cake batter. The bond hummed beneath your chest, and you let the pleasant feeling wash over you, settling deeper on Cassian’s thighs. It was like falling in love with him for the first time all over again. 

Cassian knew he'd probably be sick to the bone tomorrow morning from all this sugar. But hey, you only celebrate your 542 years old once in a lifetime, right? 

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GENSHIN IMPACT.

# XIAO

( 1 ) something happens

drabble / 1.7k words. verr goldet and huai'an playing matchmaker, basically

( 2 ) wasted time

drabble / 500 words. talks a lot x listens trope, but with xiao

# WANDERER / SCARAMOUCHE

( 1 ) patching you up

drabble / wc 500. you're injured, and wanderer is there to help—not of course without a bit of snark here and there.

( 2 ) flustered

drabble / wc 600. wanderer proves that he can fluster you.

( 3 ) clingy

drabble / wc 1k. scara shows his true colors when he’s missing you.

( 4 ) softie

drabble / wc 800. scara does, in fact, have a soft spot for animals.

( 5 ) he can fly; you cannot

drabble / wc 700. he makes it his problem.

( 6 ) and his voice is a familiar sound

longfic / wc 5k. forced proximity + childhood friends reuniting.

( 7 ) happy birthday, wanderer!

drabble inspired by wanderer’s 2024 bday mail

( 8 ) pda w/ wanderer

drabble about him and public display of affection

# SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

( 1 ) i drive down different roads | part two

fic / wc 4k. you met a detective once on an unexpected night; fate decides that it won’t be the last time.

“you look so pretty,” the stranger with twin moles murmurs, “like it’d be a crime not to want you.”

# LYNEY

( 1 ) distractions

drabble / wc 600. roommate!lyney annoying you who just want to finish your essay. you fail miserably.

( 2 ) sleight of hand

longfic / wc 8k. local sumeru architect goes to fontaine looking for inspiration and comes out of it with three rainbow roses and a crushing magician.

you will not let lyney get to you. unfortunately, lyney already got to you the moment you met eyes. after all, what is a magician if not an expert in stealing hearts?

( 3 ) kissing him awake

drabble / wc 600. kissing lyney awake doesn't really work.

( 4 ) teapot voicelines

drabble / wc 1.5k. lyney’s teapot voicelines turned fic

( 5 ) overwhelmed

drabble / wc 500. a huge party + reader who is sensitive to the environment + lyney being a sweetheart

( 6 ) sickfic

fic / wc 3k. you take it upon yourself to make it up to lyney when he couldn’t perform on the night he looked forward to the most—and lyney falls a little harder.

( 7 ) kisses

drabble / wc 500. sleepy lyney + kisses all over his face.

( 8 ) sucker

drabble / wc 700. it was not your intention to seduce lyney, really, he was just already so very weak for you.

( 9 ) lovesick and desperate

drabble / wc 900. lyney can't stop staring at your lips.

( 10 ) plastic flowers

fic / wc 1.8k. the great magician lyney wooing nine-to-fiver reader.

# AETHER

( 1 ) jealous

fic / wc 1.5k. aether has been traveling with you long enough for his bottled up feelings to overflow one day. lyney pushes that day closer.

( 2 ) infatuated

drabble / wc 1.5k. mutual pining but aether is a tease and you're an idiot.

( 3 ) accidental

drabble / wc 500. you accidentally kiss him on the lips.

( 4 ) hitting on you

drabble / wc 700. aether (one of the) main character(s) in hit game genshin impact hits on you.

( 5 ) stay, too

fic / wc 2.8k. you were afraid that aether would break your heart, but that all flew out the window the moment he got sick and demanded only you take care of him.

( 6 ) i want you for worse or for better

fic / 2.8k. your ex, aether, invites you to be his plus one at a wedding; you were doomed from the very beginning.

# KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

( 1 ) can i go where you go?

fic / 2.2k words. three times kazuha keeps kissing you on 'accident'

# KAVEH

( 1 ) it was all by design | part two

longfic / wc 10k. when soulmates are given a second chance.

he kisses you square on the mouth, the blueprint of the palace of alcazarzaray hidden beneath his palms, and he thinks he’s never been happier.

# ALHAITHAM

( 1 ) officially swept off your feet

drabble / wc 1.5k. in which everyone knew you were in a relationship, except for you.

# WRIOTHESLEY

( 1 ) one look (meant just for you)

drabble / 700 words. wriothesley visits your home.

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Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for February 2024! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Sipping Pink Lucozade by zmmf / @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger [E, 86k, Zayn/Liam]

If Zayn had to describe his life for the past few years, “struggling musician” would be a massive understatement. The last thing he needs right now is a distraction from his last shot at a successful career.

Enter the most tempting distraction he could imagine in the form of Liam Payne, the irresistible—and deeply closeted—playboy and son of the owner of Zayn's label.

Liam Payne is used to getting everything he wants with a tap of his black card—but he isn’t used to wanting something money can’t buy.

Let alone something he shouldn't desire to begin with.

Both men know they shouldn't risk everything by giving in to temptation, but it just might be too late.

＊ Clear Blue Water, High Tide Came And Brought You In by BoosBabycakes / @boosbabycakes28 [E, 79k, Harry/Louis]

A wonderful sweet, somewhat innocent and very hopeful Harry makes it to the big city to start a new life, away from the pain and risks his own home poses for him. A broken, somewhat lonely but very self-aware Louis tries to give his days meaning, purpose.

A journey through love, understanding and self-awareness in which acceptance of one's self and the capacity to focus on what's really important are the drivers.

A carefully constructed yet fragile web of lies, designed to keep them safe, might just be what also pulls them apart.

Or the one where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a vampire, and they have to hide who they really are to the other. What could possibly go wrong?

＊ Stray by @haztobegood [E, 1k, Zayn/Harry, Louis/Harry]

Louis waits in the booth he’s occupied since they arrived. He checks his phone for the time, finishes his second drink, and waits. Harry had put on a good show for him. Picking a gorgeous man, dancing filthily, whispering in his ear, kissing him hard. It wasn’t a surprise when the man led Harry to the back. He imagines Harry in any number of positions, on his knees, in an alley, wrists pinned against a wall. Louis shifts in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself under the table.

Finally, Louis catches a glimpse of familiar curls weaving through the crowd. The man’s arm is firm around Harry’s waist until they stop in front of the booth. “I found this stray wandering around. I believe he’s yours.”

＊ and then, i wait there for you by punk_pillow_princess / @punkpillowprincess [M, 9k, Louis/Harry]

Harry has always dreamed of having his “happily ever after”, but hasn't found the right one yet. Suddenly, he meets Louis.

＊ All This Time (I was Waiting for You) by @ohharold [E, 4k, Harry/Louis]

Harry and Louis have always been destined for eachother. Some time apart has Harry reminiscent of their first meeting.

＊ spring in your eyes by @nouies [NR, 3k, Louis/Harry]

“Just Go with It” inspired AU where plastic surgeon Harry pretends to be married to his assistant Louis to avoid unwanted attention.

＊ Started Off With Some Birthday Sex by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

When Harry gets woken up at the exact moment he turns thirty, Louis makes sure to start off his birthday with a bang.

＊ Timing Is Everything by @littleroverlouis [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry's Valentine's Day marriage proposal does not go as planned. Part 7 of Putting the 'Ho' in Holiday

＊ From the Dining Table by @littleroverlouis [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Harry's thirtieth birthday hasn't gone as expected.

Things start looking up from the dining table.

＊ One Thing (for my birthday) by @berzerkshires [E, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Canon Compliant: Liam shares a link of an interview from twelve years ago to the One Direction Whatsapp promising a DJ a lads' night for Harry's birthday, they plan one night to hang out. And Harry makes sure to get that One Thing he wants every birthday.

＊ Bavarian Cream by @berzerkshires [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Lou has a big day planned for the birthday girl, but all Harry wants to do is thirty things with Lou.

＊ like a fire hydrant by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 3k, OT5]

Louis has a surprise planned for Harry after his final concert to help take his mind off the ending of his tour. A very messy surprise.

＊ i would know you from touch alone by staybeautiful / @harruandlou [E, 72k, Louis/Harry]

They had never been face to face before now. They’d never touched, skin to skin, until Harry landed a punch to his face, high on his cheekbone.

Louis shoved him off and was pulling his fist back from Harry’s abdomen before he realized his face wasn’t tingling because of the pain.

It pooled out from his cheek, over his face, down his neck and spine. A shiver in the late September night. Heat, sparks - whatever you wanted to fucking call it.

or The Tomlinson and Cox gangs have hated each other for over forty years. Harry Styles, the grandson of Gritty Cox, was freshly back to the city after uni when, on his first night out, he punched the Tomlinson heir in the face. It shouldn’t have mattered, their gangs have done worse to each other. But all it took was one single touch to recognize your soulmate. Louis was adamant that being soulmates changed nothing, not who they were or which family they were loyal to. Or, at least, it shouldn’t have.

＊ Skin on My Skin by Layne Faire / @laynefaire [E, 2k, Zayn/Liam]

Damn, I could get lost in a heartbeat Damn, I can't get over your body Can't take my eyes off you, baby Let me love you, baby

Let me touch you where you like it Let me do it for ya Give you all of my attention Dive into that ocean of your love, oh Let me show you just how much I want ya

＊ Can You Feel Where the Wind Is by @fallinglikethis [M, 3k, Zayn/Liam}

It had been a normal day, just like any other. He’d been doing a PR tour for his father’s election campaign, making appearances in marginalized communities to let them know that his father saw them, would work for them if elected. He’d always maintained that his father would make a bigger impact by showing up himself, proving that he meant to keep his promises and was not just sending his son to give lip service. Liam’s advice had fallen on deaf ears, but then it’s not like Liam had listened to his father’s advice either.

Liam still remembers the argument, still remembers the feelings of stubborn exasperation and eventual grudging acceptance, when his father had insisted that Liam needed a security detail while out doing his father’s bidding. He remembers arguing that he had no real power over anything, so no one would care about him, let alone try to hurt him. But that assessment had proven to be untrue today.

＊ Dirty Diana by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

In the month leading up to his 30th birthday, Harry writes to his confidante Diana every day, sharing his fantasies about Louis.

It'll be a dirty thirtieth indeed if they all become reality.

＊ Bend Like a Hairpin by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [M, 25k, Harry/Louis]

Who could have guessed that Harry’s entire FBI career could hinge on his ability to convincingly swing around a stripper pole without braining himself?

Harry stands in front of the pole, his back still to Louis, and takes a big breath. He just has to hope it’s not obvious from behind that he’s completely freaking out. He closes his eyes and tries to listen to the music, letting his heartbeat match the beat.

(Or the one where FBI agent Harry Styles screws up in a mission and he has one more chance to save his career. He’s going undercover as a stripper to investigate a strip club suspected of money laundering. There’s just 2 problems: 1) Harry can’t dance, and 2) he might be falling for the club’s owner Louis, who just happens to be the prime suspect).

＊ I Might Say Yes by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 6k, Louis/Harry]

“You and Zayn get up to any mischief then?” Louis’ smirk suggests that he knows how Harry and Zayn’s brunches usually turn out, but Harry would bet on everything he has that Louis would never be able to guess it this time.

It’s not very nice of him, but Harry can’t help but wait until Louis has taken another sip of tea before he answers.

“I bought a wedding dress.”

Just as predicted Louis does a spit take worthy of the cinema, but Harry is impressed with how quickly he’s able to pull himself back together.

Louis takes a moment to set his cup down and when he speaks again his tone is even, but with the mirth of a challenge hidden underneath. “I wasn’t aware that you were engaged?”

Harry just shrugs easily. “Reckon I’m not.” He pauses to flash a coy smile. “Someone ought to put a ring on it.”

(Or the one where Harry buys a wedding dress on a whim. And his very doting boyfriend, Louis, is more than happy to indulge him).

＊ What’s in a Name by @hellolovers13 [T, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate.

The name on his arm disagreed.

But what did his soulmark know about true love anyway.

＊ Crimson Clover by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt [T, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Harry and Louis are soulmates, but one is already promised to another. When their plan to flee is discovered and they are separated, Harry falls gravely ill.

Can his father's heart be persuaded to bring Louis back to him?

＊ I'll knock on your door, it will save me from calling by @hl-obsessed [NR, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Louis hears "Good Years" for the first time. Harry is there to pick up the pieces.

＊ pretty please? by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

Harry gets impatient for her Valentine’s Day present.

＊ Pussy Juice by @homosociallyyours [M, 3k, Harry/Louis]

When Harry visits her hometown gay bar, she expects it to be a little awkward. But if she's going to move back to town, she figures she better get used to that. While she manages to dodge the bar's "special" drink, the Pussy Juice shot, she can't avoid the feelings that come up when her former teacher (and teen crush), Louis joins her and her friends for the night.

＊ Room With a View by @littleroverlouis [E, 1k, Louis/Harry]

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Harry asks. “Absolutely stunning.”

Louis mumbles into her skin. “You’re the stunning one.” Her hands leave the railing and skim down Harry’s sides, from rib cage to the flare of her hips. A muted purr rumbles from her chest as she leans into Louis.

“No, that’s you,” Harry purrs, nuzzling further into Louis’ chest. They cuddle as they lazily watch the endless stretch of sea. Time does not exist when there is sunshine on your face, fresh salty air in your lungs, and the comfort of your most beloved in your arms.

“Doesn’t this fresh air feel so fucking good?”

“Wanna make you feel even better,” Louis murmurs into Harry’s tousled hair.

Or Louis and Harry go on an Alaskan cruise. Part 4 of Holigays

＊ baby you're the boss at home by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Louis sets up a camera in the master bedroom, so she can watch over her wife while she's at work. But it doesn't take long for Harry to notice -- and to decide to have some fun with it, at the expense of Louis' sanity.

She watches Harry’s head tip back, twisting against the pillow, and she wishes so desperately that she could hear the whimpers she knows are spilling from Harry’s throat – that long, beautiful, marble throat that she wants to cover in kisses and bites. When Harry’s back arches, Louis almost moans – catching herself just in time to remember that she’s not muted, that she’s on a call with a dozen top execs, that anyone could hear. Fuck. She needs to get off. Get off the call and also get off she is dripping into her silk panties; at this rate there’s going to be a wet spot on her fancy ergonomic chair before long.

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＊ Blouie Valentine's Exchange 2024 / @blouiexchange / Masterpost

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One Direction fics featuring a soulmate concept

＊ Dirty Thirty Fest / @dirtythirtyfest / AO3 / Masterpost

Fics including Harry Styles in celebration of his 30th birthday

＊ Femslash Festuary / @girldirectionfest / AO3 / Masterpost

Girl Direction fics to celebrate Femslash February

[amalythea]

「 sakura petals 」

⤷ info: heizou x gn!reader || fluff!! || wc: 582

⤷ warnings: playful banter, me pretending there's a cherry blossom garden in inazuma

⤷ extra: happy birthday @thexianzhoujade !! mwah mwah kisses <3

You and Heizou had planned this outing for weeks, eager to witness the cherry blossoms in full bloom. As you arrived at the garden, your eyes widened in awe at the breathtaking sight that stood before you. Rows upon rows of cherry trees stretched out, their branches adorned with delicate pink and white blossoms. The air was alive with the gentle hum of bees and the sweet scent of flowers.

Hand in hand, you  began to leisurely stroll down the winding paths, taking in the beauty all around you. Each step seemed to bring you deeper into a calm state. Heizou couldn't help but steal glances at you every now and then, marveling at how the sunlight danced in your hair and the way your eyes sparkled with joy.

As you wandered deeper into the garden, Heizou noticed the mischievous twinkle in your eyes. He knew that look well—it meant trouble, but the most delightful kind. With a knowing smirk, Heizou braced himself for whatever antics you had in stor efor him this time.

Sure enough, as you passed under a canopy of blossoms, Heizou felt a soft touch against his cheek. He turned to see you grinning as you tucked a cherry blossom behind his ear. He couldn't help but chuckle at the playful gesture.

But Heizou wasn't one to be outdone. With a sly grin, he plucked a blossom of his own and returned the favor, placing it gently behind your ear. This sparked a playful competition between you, both of you trying to outdo the other with displays of affection.

And so, amidst the sea of cherry blossoms, your laughter filled the air as you danced around each other, both of you doing your very best to win while still continuing your walk in the garden.

Heizou slyly smirked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "You know, these cherry blossoms are quite beautiful, but not as beautiful as you."

You chuckled, shaking your head, "Flattery won't get you out of trouble, Heizou."

But trouble is exactly what Heizou had in mind. As you passed under a particularly dense cluster of blossoms, Heizou plucked another blossom and placed it delicately behind your ear. "There, now you're even more enchanting."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. Refusing to lose because you were flustered, you grab another blossom and tuck it into Heizou's hair with a grin. "How about now? Who's the more enchanting one?"

Heizou sighed with feigned indignation, "Oh, you've got me there, my love. But two can play at this game." With a swift move, he scooped you up in his arms and twirled you around, causing a shower of cherry blossoms to rain down around you both.

Laughter filled the air once more as you playfully chased each other through the garden, petals swirling around you like confetti.

As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the cherry blossom garden, you and Heizou found themselves reluctantly bidding farewell to the enchanting scene. Your laughter had subsided into contented sighs, your playful antics now memories etched into your memories.

Hand in hand, you walked back along the winding paths, your hearts light and your spirits lifted. The gentle rustle of the breeze through the blossoms seemed to whisper secrets of love and joy, weaving a tapestry of fond memories that would linger in your minds long after you had left the garden behind.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

@amalythea 2024. | do not re-upload, copy, translate, etc. my works on any form of media.

[sumi-noth]

Happy birthday wanderer! 2024

[maykestuff]

Happy Birthday Wanderer 2024

A (belated) birthday illustration for my favorite Anemo boy! 💙

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Redemption is a Perpetual Journey

Series: Bloodbound

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x Gaius Augustine

Rating: Mature (angst)

Word count: 1,491

A little birthday gift for the amazing @thosehallowedhalls ! Based on a chat we had... and because you have made me see our dear Gaius in a new forgiving light 🤭 I hope you have an amazing day - you deserve happiness and all good things! I'm so glad I met you, Caro 🌺🎉

The year is 3024.

The world had transformed beyond recognition.

Vast expanses of the earth had become unliveable, forcing its inhabitants to shelter in massive city-states.

The city of Novopolis had risen from the ruins of New York during the times of upheaval.

It sprawls beneath a massive shimmering dome, its skyscrapers reaching for the artificial sky like thousands of jagged steel fingers.

The domes were built centuries ago, consequence of the ozone layer’s depletion. Humankind in its hubris having failed to reverse the climate crisis. This development had been convenient for the vampires who could now walk in the daylight amongst humans, cyborgs and all manner of supernatural beings.

Kamilah Sayeed lands smoothly in a forested park on the outskirts of the glittering, fast-paced city.

A tap on her smartwatch, the lightweight wings disappear into her outfit.

She takes in her surrounding with a sharp glance. Smoothing her sleek dress. The digitally-enhanced fabric changes to align with her desired look – an elegantly dark don’t fuck with me style that makes her feel powerful, in control.

Today, she needs to be in control.

A thousand years had passed since they had defeated the original vampire, the Goddess Rheya. Since that fateful conversation with her sire, her on-and-off lover for nearly two thousand years.

******

2024

“Kamilah… in Japan… you said one good deed doesn’t undo all the evil I’ve caused. How many do you think it would take… to call me friend?”

“Come talk to me in a thousand years. I’ll let you know what I think then.”

“A thousand years…” he smiles wryly, “I suppose I could give it a try.”

*****

Gaius Augustine had been true to his oath.

The vampire had spent the past millennia wandering the known world, hunting down criminals and supernatural villains without reprieve. He seemed to have kept mostly to himself, not staying anywhere long enough to build attachments. Only leaving a trail of whispers of his exploits across continents.

Avoiding all contact with other vampires, anyone from his old life.

That was fine by her.

Kamilah had not wanted to see him. She remained angry at how he had degraded her, corrupted her into becoming a killing machine for thousands of years. But more so, Kamilah was furious at how she had let herself be seduced by his charisma, his allure. Allowed him to tempt her into following his murderous inclinations for so long. No, it would be disingenuous to lay all the blame at her maker’s feet.

And there was the issue of Rheya. Gaius had said she was not completely to blame for his behaviour, though she had locked away his empathy, his ability to feel guilt. How would their lives have turned out without her toxic influence?

At least, the pain had dulled over the centuries.

She had begun to forgive herself.

As for Gaius, she would see.

Kamilah takes a deep breath, composing herself.

The elegant vampire sets off at a leisurely pace, strolling beneath the shade of tall trees.

She heads towards a massive wooden bridge crossing a stream. A vestige of New York. Nothing made of wood was created anymore, the few surviving forests too precious to misuse so.

Kamilah crosses paths with humans, faes and other mystical beings. Most now have artificial limbs and enhancements thanks to growing advancements in biohacking.

Lily would have thrived in this environment.

Kamilah vividly remembers the vibrant, energetic young woman who had sacrificed her life to help defeat Rheya. Lily’s contagious positivity and selflessness had managed to thaw her heart a little.

The other members of their ragtag crew – Adrian, Amy, Jax, Seraphine, Nikhil – also held a soft spot, though each had followed their own paths over the centuries.

“Kamilah.”

Gaius’s soft whisper jolts the woman from her musings.

“A thousand years apart, and yet here we stand.”

He stops a few feet from her, movements uncertain.

Quickly calming her heartbeat, Kamilah takes in his appearance.

Physically, he had changed little. Those same handsome, sharp features. That charming, deviously seductive smile. That ageless face.

Though a constellation of new scars told a story, centuries of rough living. His blue eyes now held a certain melancholy.

“I’ve missed you.”

He smiles tentatively, his angular face softening slightly.

Kamilah remains silent. Observing him.

Attempting to process the chaos of emotions churning deep within her.

Together, they had danced, loved, hated and fought through epochs, their passion always an unbreakable thread. But now, after so many centuries apart, he felt like a stranger to her.

Kamilah’s gaze turns away, sweeping over the cityscape.

“Novopolis. A monument to human resilience. And yet, it lacks the wild beauty of our old world.”

They lean against the worn bridge, staring out at the jagged skyscrapers. Letting the sunlight warm their exposed skin. The dome above them hums softly, shielding them from the toxic atmosphere beyond.

“That is does. I miss the vast forests of old. How one had to spend months hidden on cramped ships to travel between continents. Spend weeks on horseback, traversing vast fields and woodlands, our bodies stiff with the harsh journeys. I had never felt more alive. Now, everything feels fast-paced, ephemeral.”

“Except us. We remain constant through all of it, unchanged.”

“Are we truly unchanged?”

Gaius asks, turning to her, gazing into her eyes intently. As if her response meant everything to him. Could perhaps redeem him.

Kamilah returns his gaze. Silent. Her face an undecipherable mask.

The man sighs.

“I have done my best to atone for my past deeds. Though it can never erase all the harm I’ve brought this world, I dare hope that somewhere down the line, I… I will begin to hate myself less. And perhaps, so will you…”

Those last few words are whispered. A confession to himself, to her.

Kamilah’s gaze finally softens. The tension eases from her shoulders.

“Gaius, for the longest time I have blamed you for our bloody rampage across Europe. For nearly destroying New York. Killing Amy, and countless others. Truth be told, I have my share of misdeeds to atone for. I am still working on forgiving myself."

Gaius takes her hands in his, willing her to look at him.

“My dear, you have always been the greater one. My moral compass. I will forever regret not heeding your advice during my darkest moments. Gods if I could take it all back…”

“But we can’t. We can only move forward.”

Those hands. Kamilah shivers unwillingly at the familiar warmth, as a surge of memories overwhelm her senses. Oh, how these hands had caressed her so tenderly, sensually for centuries. Traced every curve of her body, memorized her intimately, elicited a range of pleasure and emotions that no other being – man or woman – had been able to match since. How these same hands had also threatened her, hurt her and her loved ones. Caused her uncountable grief and sorrow.

What were they to her now?

He notices the conflicting emotions flashing across her exquisite face and steps closer, sliding his hands up, caressing her arms, shoulders, wanting to ease her pain. Somehow.

On impulse, Kamilah reaches out, tracing his cheek with the tips of her fingers. Such familiar features. That soft skin, so warm.

He closes his eyes, leaning into her delicate touch. The shadow of a smile dances on the corners of his lips.

“Gaius, will we ever find peace?”

He opens his eyes, locking onto hers. A mix of emotions flickering in those endless pools. Sadness, self-loathing, tenderness… and hope.

“Perhaps. Perhaps… we can attempt to continue our journeys of atonement together?”

Kamilah closes her eyes at that, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Gaius gathers her into his arms tenderly. She buries her face into the crook of his neck and breathes in his familiar scent, hints of leather and earthy notes. Allowing herself to be vulnerable for a moment.

Just a moment.

As the city buzzes in the distance, Kamilah whispers against his warm skin, regretfully.

“I am not certain I am ready for that.”

Gaius holds her tighter, unable to let her go just yet. He nods his understanding into her obsidian hair, bending towards her ear to murmur

“I have waited a thousand years to see you again. For you, my queen, I will wait a thousand more.”

[zhongrin]

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊

☔︎ = angst | ❦ = fluff | ⾎ = yandere | ⊘ = tw | ㊏ = sagau | ♨︎ = nsfw

↪ pg. 1 |◇| pg. 2

ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ◇ 18/4/2024

⬙⤠ non-transferable ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ a hybrid’s instincts ◇ zhongli, gorou, tighnari, platonic!diona ❦⊘

⬙⤠ former-delinquent-turned-professor!zhongli x professor!reader ◇ unfamiliar | unchanged | unconvincing ❦

⬙⤠ @/throwaway-yandere's yan!idol event ◇ shitpost turned into a fic [faceless!ayato, ceo!al haitham] | training course [ceo!al haitham] ⾎

⬙⤠ a future with you ◇ zhongli ❦⾎

⬙⤠ when you're gone ◇ zhongli ♨︎

⬙⤠ cium aku dong? ◇ zhongli, childe, scaramouche, cyno, al, haitham, tighnari, xiao, ayato, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, kaveh, thoma, dottore, pantalone ❦

⬙⤠ 501 sys̵̜͌tǝm¿eŗ̴̦̗͑̈rọ̷̭̆̑̕̚͝Ȑ̶̨̅̾̔͊r̸͎̜̱̀̚r̴̰̖̪̯̯͛̈́͒̅r̴͉̼̘̽̒͌͘ɹ̷̗̟͒̊̓͋r̵̙̟͇̝̾̆ͅR̷͍̙̺̯̽̔͑̿̂ͅr̸̲̫͖͓͒̋r̵̼̳͉̻̎̿͌́͘ɹ̶̛̤̹̪̪͍̅̽ᴚ̶̛͎̖͖̀̅̒ͅɹ̵̥͉̭͇̅ͅɹ̶̢͎̥̩̟̀ ◇ zhongli, tighnari, cyno, al haitham ⾎

⬙⤠ replacement ◇ childe (ft. al haitham) ⊘⾎㊏

⬙⤠ sugardaddy!zhongli or sugarbaby!zhongli? ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ "it's just books." ◇ al haitham ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ happy lantern rite 2023! ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ milk and cookies ◇ zhongli ♨︎

⬙⤠ my archon ◇ zhongli, al haitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, ayato, childe, wanderer ❦⊘

⬙⤠ “no, i’m not jealous.” — he is, most definitely, jealous ◇ zhongli, al, haitham, ayato, cyno ❦

⬙⤠ floaty companion ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, cyno, kaveh ❦

⬙⤠ with you... ◇ zhongli, al, haitham, childe, tighnari, wanderer ❦

⬙⤠ “you’re not going out like that,” ◇ zhongli, xiao, scaramouche, childe, diluc, pantalone ❦

⬙⤠ a favor granted, a favor returned ◇ zhongli ❦☔︎

⬙⤠ insignificant ◇ zhongli, childe, xiao ◇ al haithan, tighnari, cyno, wanderer ☔︎

⬙⤠ to be yours ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, ayato, thoma, kaeya, wanderer ❦♨︎

⬙⤠ thousand years pining ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ yan!rex lapis ◇ zhongli ⊘⾎

⬙⤠ incubus brainrot ◇ zhongli + childe ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ lovesick glances ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ newton's second law of motion ◇ al haitham ❦☔︎⊘

⬙⤠ gun ◇ pantalone ⊘⾎

⬙⤠ birdhouse ◇ al haitham, kaveh (poly) ❦

⬙⤠ mundane life things ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ so that even the world does not doubt that you are mine ◇ zhongli, ayato, childe, xiao, diluc, wanderer, cyno, al haitham ❦

⬙⤠ the art of breathing normally ◇ zhongli, childe, diluc, al haitham, wanderer, kaveh, kaeya ❦

⬙⤠ 01101100011011110110000101100100011010010110111001100111001011000010000001100110011101010110001101101011011010010110111001100111 (loading, fucking) ◇ zhongli, al haitham, capitano, childe ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ look at me with love tears in your eyes ◇ zhongli ⊘⾎

⬙⤠ when you make a contract.... ◇ zhongli ❦⊘⾎

⬙⤠ silly banters ◇ al haitham ❦

⬙⤠ rainy days ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ imagine older!li ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ gentlemen ◇ zhongli, neuvillette ❦

⬙⤠ i'll build you a nest, darling ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ affirmations for plus sized people ◇ no character ❦

⬙⤠ don't judge a book by its cover ◇ wriothesley ❦

⬙⤠ when you skip your meals ◇ zhongli ⊘❦

⬙⤠ art of seduction (slightly selfshippy) ◇ zhongli/neuvillette ❦

⬙⤠ losing his head ◇ zhongli ⊘

⬙⤠ 5 love languages (ebg piece) ◇ childe

⬙⤠ caution: these toys aren’t kids-friendly ◇ zhongli, wriothesley, al haitham, kaeya ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ untitled ◇ wriothesley ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ wriothesley + escalator brainrot ◇ wriothesley ❦

⬙⤠ birthday ◇ wriothesley ❦

⬙⤠ after(rain)care ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ miscalculations ◇ wriothesley ❦♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ cuddles with soft!li ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ stupid hormones ◇ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ karmic/eroded!zhongli ◇ zhongli ⊘⾎

⬙⤠ skilled fingers, devious heart ◇ al haitham ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ house lizards ◇ zhongli ⾎

⬙⤠ isekai gone wrong ◇ zhongli ⾎

⬙⤠ festered wounds ◇ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley ❦⊘☔︎

⬙⤠ mafia!au nanny brainrot ◇ al haitham, nahida (familial) ◇ childe ❦⾎

⬙⤠ body insecurity comfort ◇ al haitham ☔︎❦

⬙⤠ you're evil ◇ al haitham ♨︎

⬙⤠ a highly important proposal ◇ al haitham ❦.

© @zhongrin

[paigelts05]

The MCI's Witness [FNAF, Renegade AU]

Artwork: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1085415268

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23844385/chapters/147896260

Published: Aug 11, 2024

Happy belated anniversary to FNAF!

For my anniversary peice, I have a drawing and a fic that I made as a part of my Phone Guy Month over on Tumblr.

This one is for prompt 10 - Murder?! And in this piece, I show you one of FNAF's core tragedies, from the perspective of an all too curious witness…

Warning: there are very brief mentions of blood and violence, but it isn't very explicit at all.

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August 1987: 5 children went missing at a birthday party hosted for nobody, lured away by a man in a mascot costume that should have been put out of order ages ago, but had been on the performer rotation as 'animatronic only' until recently.

Unlike the other missing children incidents at other Freddy's locations that all happened two years prior, this one had a witness. Krasnyy Guy, head of training for security, used the recordings taken of the party to try and locate the kids, but when he found them, it was too late. He also knew exactly who was wearing the suit from his eyes alone.

Given that he had the moment of the last murder on video, he thought he was next.

However, he was chased out by shadow bonnie, Ina's ghost, and when someone did attempt to kill him after he fled the building and down the street, heading to the police station, he was only shot once in the leg, and nothing else.

The bullet removed from his leg, testimony from parents about him talking to them since the party started, and what patrons reported as clearly a ghost that resembled the shadowy silhouette of spring bonnie chasing him out of the bathrooms shortly after he went to check that area for the missing children, and the footage from his camera all took him off the suspect list.

However the footage was too grainy to identify the perpetrator, and Ina had disguised as Vincent after the man had changed into the spring bonnie costume, giving Vincent an alibi with the only counter-evidence being that Ina Vincent was avoiding Krasnyy's camera, as she knew she'd cause interference in the recording if it caught her in the frame. It didn't help that Krasnyy descended into a panic attack whenever he even thought about the MCI, rendering him unable to speak on the matter; Faz Ent had effectively silenced him without even having to kill him. But the most important factor of all, who would believe him that Vincent Taylor, father of two of the victims, was the killer?

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It was a seemingly normal day in the middle of August, 1987. The party seemed to be going normally, until one of the parents realised that their kids were missing.

Then a few others also realised that they couldn't find their kids.

Krasnyy had been recording the birthday party at his manager's request. He didn't know whose party it was: the Taylor twins birthday had passed a few months ago and had ended in a horrifying incident that he certainly couldn't forget, and the next birthday in the twins friend group wasn't until next month, and as the party invitations had been dished out as if it was for this friend group - though they were handed to one of the parents of each kid instead of to the kids themselves - Krasnyy couldn't help but wonder who or what this party was for.

He had been interacting with the parents, and it had been nice to be able to talk to other adults - even if he only 19. When everyone begun to notice that the kids had gone missing, Krasnyy had immediately checked his recording to see if he could find where they had wandered off to, and he noticed a particular yellow rabbit costume, and he noticed the five kids following it.

The five kids were Felix and Gerald Taylor, Celes, Roy, and Ferdinand.

It reminded him of the news stories that had come out of other Freddy's locations within the past two years.

When he brought it up to the parents, he noticed that Camilla, the intelligent chemist and mother to Celes and Susanna, the latter of which was the only one of Camilla's daughters present in the room with them, had a sombre look on her face. When Krasnyy suggested heading over to the area of the pizzeria where the yellow rabbit had gone to see if the kids were still there, he swore that he saw her reach out to grab his sleeve as if to stop him, but she pulled back, her fingers only ever brushing the air around his work shirt. It felt eerily as if she knew something that he didn't and didn't want him to leave the table as a result.

Well, now he knew why.

After he followed where he had seen the yellow rabbit taking the kids, he found that the safe room door - one of those hidden doors that usually lies flush with the wall, but has a slight seam around it to tell you that there is a door here - was ajar.

The safe room door was supposed to be closed at all times, but it had been left open, and the smell of iron was emanating from it.

His curiosity had gotten the better of him, and with his camera still running, he peeked through the door.

A… Murder?!?

Hundreds of thoughts ran through Krasnyy's brain as he tried to comprehend the scene in front of him. Five bodies on the floor, each terrified, but each seemingly having been given a very quick death, despite the copious amounts of blood.

His eyes and camera then fell back on the culprit: a man wearing the costume of the yellow rabbit. In the dim light, the man's eyes were barely visible underneath the mascot head, but he knew those eyes that were devoid of any emotions other than sadnesses anywhere.

What had forced Vincent Taylor to murder his own children, Gerald and Felix? Did Camilla know that Celes would be dead? Did they both know in advance? Is that why they both looked so miserable as they gave their kids the best day of their lives yesterday?

Because they knew it would be thier kid's last day alive.

Did Vincent's wife, Noire, and Camilla's husband, Dorian, know?

Krasnyy felt Vincent's eyes meet his own, and he felt frozen to the spot.

He had not only witnessed a murder, but had recorded it on camera.

He was going to die.

But before Vincent could begin to approach him, something else leaped out at him first. The shadowy form of a rabbit. And her presence alone shorted his camera.

Is that why Vincent had been so sheepish after 'returning from the bathroom': it had been Ina, pretending to be the man that she normally posessed.

With a fresh burst of adrenaline, Krasnyy ran from the scene screaming. He ran away from the safe room, ran out of the bathroom corridor, did a heel turn, and then ran straight for the entrance corridor and exit.

As he ran towards the police station, thinking that maybe if they got the footage soon enough, he'd be able to be kept safe and maybe he'd live - a gunshot rang out.

Krasnyy felt as if a metal beam had been stabbed into his leg. It burned, and his leg could no longer support his weight, so he collapsed.

He figured that he was a gonner: he was now a sitting duck collapsed in the middle of the pavement. But no second shot ever came.

From the pain in his leg, he knew that the assailant had the high ground. He knew he was still visible.

So as the blood loss and fear darkened his vision, Krasnyy wondered "how am I not dead yet."

The next thing Krasnyy remembered was waking up on the waiting room couch of the police station, where someone had managed to patch up his leg. From the searing pain that still ripped through the impact site and through his leg, he knew he wouldn't be able to run again any time soon.

He doesn't remember if he went to the hospital later, or if he wound up just recovering either at the station or at Mike's mum's place, but he finds it hard to remember through the blur visceral fear.

After all, after witnessing a murder at 19, he's surprised he remembers anything else about that day: the only thing he remembers clearly was the murder.

He remembers exactly what he saw, yet he cannot say it. Every time he remembers, panic takes over, forcing him sometimes to tears, and sometimes into a state of dread and fear far beyond tears, that renders him unable to speak, write or even move.

He may be alive, but Faz Ent had still managed to silence him, without blackmail and without killing him.

It was almost poetic in a fucked up way: his job was to train people, often over the phone, using his words to tell people all about how to work at Freddy's and survive the one animatronic that may sometimes try to kill the guard (that puppet was an odd thing; Krasnyy has no idea where it came from or if he can trust it or not, as some nights it would try to kill him, yet other nights it would seem to recognise him from somewhere and leave him be, but his father had taught him how to deal with it, and in turn, he teaches the guards to not forget the music box, as whilst the springlock animatronics that the puppet can somehow force to roam on its behalf are easy to deal with, the puppet itself is almost always a death sentence if it escapes it's box), and yet he couldn't use those words to tell anyone about what had happened in the safe room that day.

All he could do was use his words to warn other guards that there would be five more animatronics trying to kill them from now on.

Krasnyy knew it'd take years to be able to even think about the MCI without the sheer memories of it rendering him mute and immobile, but he hoped that one day, maybe he'd be able to reveal what he saw, even if it might cost him his life in the process, because to Krasnyy, that's what a journalist does.

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