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[scarletdreamers]

La Vita Nuova

This is a little snippet of a post-fall Hannigram fic I'm currently working on! Just leaving the preface here and then we'll see. Enjoy!

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Preface, Hannibal

The dragon laid dead at their feet. The pitch black of the night reflected upon both the water shimmering behind Hannibal, and the blood that was spilled all over the place. In the luminescent moonlight the two looked horridly similar. 

The hand of a man reaching for him through the sharp air of the night. Ready to take. To merge.

The blood stained hand of the only man in the world Hannibal had ever loved. The man he’d done all of this for. The hand of satisfaction was being offered to him. It gifted him everything Hannibal ever wanted when he took it as lovingly as he was able to. 

It gave him Will. All of Will. 

And all at once, everything around them didn’t seem to matter anymore. Nothing seemed to matter, only this moment. This scene, stretching out in front of him. 

He took Will in his arms. It felt as if a force came to exist around the both of them. A shield protecting them from the ugly world outside. It extinguished every light aside from the shimmer in Will’s blazing eyes. They reflected the fire in Hannibal’s own eyes as they pierced right into the deepest parts of his psyche. 

A declaration of understanding. 

A surrender to love.

‘’See? This is all I ever wanted for you, Will…’’ 

His words were gently spoken, but they carried the weight of millions. For the first time in his life, Hannibal found that the words came out of his mouth before thinking them through.

’’For both of us.’’

 It wasn’t just a disclosure, it was a confession. 

All air got sucked away between them during the second it took Will to catch his breath and respond, but his answer was worth the suffocation. 

‘’It’s beautiful.’’ 

Will’s words made Hannibal feel something he hadn’t felt in a really, really long time. He wasn’t sure whether to describe it as true happiness, he’d forgotten what that felt like, but the feeling was very present. It was the size of something much greater than them.

Hyronymous Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights painted on the priceless canvas of reality. Flesh, blood and desire in its highest form. They were one and the same. Hannibal could feel Will inside of his body. Rushing through his veins, crushing into the walls of his heart. 

The need to connect was more important than any of the injuries they’d suffered. The physical boundaries of their bodies didn’t stop them from clinging onto each other. On the contrary, it made them grasp tighter. It made their holding more desperate. 

And for once, Hannibal found himself in peaceful oblivion. Unaware of what would come next, but whatever it was, Hannibal was prepared for it. As long as Will Graham wouldn’t slip away from him, he was willing to end up anywhere.

He would be content with walking through the gates of Hell tonight, as long as he had Will by his side. 

Folie a Deux. Madness shared by two. Hannibal remembered teaching Alana about the term, convinced that he would never find himself relating to the words. Yet here they were- In their world, madness used to have no name. Madness was no more than a ghost from the past, long before they were born. It never existed in their little world. In their world there were only those foolish enough to keep up weak appearances and those who were able to let that go. 

But here, Hannibal could taste it. That madness. And it tasted sickeningly sweet.

He rested his head against Will’s and inhaled his scent. Now that he’d quite literally been flipped inside out, his own blood all over him, Will smelled more like himself than he ever had before. It filled Hannibal’s head with bliss. 

He felt Will’s arms tightening around his neck. Will gave him a second to register the gesture, before he leaned forwards. 

Will pushed them both over the edge. Into the gaping void of the gushing ocean beneath them. 

Wind rushed past them as time seemed to slow down. Both of them stuck in motion, Will’s arms so helplessly wrapped around him. His face so lovingly buried in Hannibal’s chest. To his surprise, Hannibal didn’t feel his heartbeat accelerate. It slowed down instead. The calm beating of a fulfilled heart. 

Hannibal had never been afraid of death. Throughout his whole life he told himself that he would welcome it like an old friend if it ever came to it, but he knew that if he let himself be killed, it would be by something greater, a bigger force than what a human body was able to contain. He never considered himself deserving of death, but he’d known that God would come for him when it was time. 

Thirteen years old, with the cold corpse of his sister laying lifeless next to him in the red-stained snow, had been the first and only time he’d ever prayed to God to take him away from this place. To at least let him be reunited with his sister’s restless soul floating around him all the time. Just too out of reach for him to catch, too close to forget about her. Even death seemed more comforting than whatever torture he had to endure during those moments. 

He’d weeped and sobbed until his throat was dry and he physically couldn’t produce more tears. God hadn’t answered his begs. He’d left Hannibal’s mind to die while punishing his body with the cost of having to live on. 

Hannibal had consumed Mischa out of grief and hunger. Right under the eyes of God. He’d looked up at the sky while he choked on her flesh. That was the moment he decided to never bind himself to another mortal human being ever again. If God couldn’t release him of his pain, then he would find himself rerising within the skin of the devil. He would continue his fight against existence, just to spite the being who rejected his pleas. 

From now on, he would be motivated by his own desires, and that alone.

And then he found Will. Cruel Will, who’d taken a hold of everything Hannibal ever stood for, who had shaken all of it up like that was something he could just do, and who never let go. Will who tempted him, over and over again. Who understood him.

To love another person is to see the face of God. 

Hannibal had finally found the truth in those words, although it frightened him.

His darling Will, an intruder in his mind, a form of cancer spreading in his ruined stomach. And Hannibal had never wanted to do anything but keep it, love it and let it take him over. 

Hannibal had been one of the greatest motivators during the journey of Will’s becoming, but Will didn’t know that Hannibal’s own corruption was now complete. Will had finally taken him over completely. Utterly defenceless in his vulnerability. He had him, because Hannibal was allowing him to drag them into death. 

Something he’d sworn to never let another human being accomplish. 

His death would be one caused by achingly human hands. By real flesh and bone. And Will was pulling himself along, leaving everything he’d worked so hard to build for three years behind within the blink of an eye. 

Three years that felt like decades while Hannibal was rotting in prison suddenly felt like three days since their reunion in Florence. They were back at the beginning and at the same time they’d long passed the finish line. They were running to no-man’s land. Where nobody was cheering at them to accelerate anymore. No one was screaming at them to win the game. The game was over. The passion in their spirit to keep running was all that remained. 

But how could Hannibal waste this moment on thinking? How could he lose himself inside his own head when Will was there, bare and clearer in his intentions and beliefs than he’d ever been before? 

Hannibal tightened his grip. The air around them was cold, but Will was warm. Soothingly warm. Hannibal’s lips found the top of Will’s head. Just below where his beautiful curls rested on his forehead. He pressed the slightest kiss against Will’s hot skin. 

Maybe it wasn’t even enough for Will to recognize it as a kiss, but it did make him feel something, because Hannibal felt him letting go of a deep breath. As if all tension he’d been holding in the entire night was set free by the single gesture of a phantom of a kiss. 

Hannibal knew that the fall wouldn’t take forever. Fate would never grant them that much time. Not even now, in their final moments. Hannibal could’ve thought about so many things. He could’ve thought about the FBI, or about how he should feel sorry for Chiyoh because of making her prepare things for an escape that wouldn’t be set in motion. He could’ve spent his final moments thinking about his little sister.

But Hannibal didn’t want all those things. All he could think about was how they were going to escape. He was falling, straight into the mouth of Hell, but he was falling holding Will. He was falling into death holding the man he loved. Truly and deeply, like he’d never loved another.

Will you forgive me, for all of it?

Will’s voice echoed through his mind. The words were never spoken, but they could both feel them dancing around the both of them. 

I would never be able not to forgive you.

Hannibal’s lips formed a smile against Will’s skin. 

-

Before he knew it, Hannibal was hit by a deafening ringing in his ear and a blow against his head so violent that he passed out before he could feel any pain. 

All his senses faded into one big blur of red, the red faded into black.

And the black faded into something lighter. Something not made of one particular colour, but there was light. Sunlight. It had to be sunlight, because the light felt warm on his face.

Hannibal opened his eyes in surprise, since he hadn’t been aware that they’d been closed in the first place. He blinked a few times to adjust his vision. The intense light of the place got a little less blinding and his surroundings a little less blurry after a few blinks. 

It didn’t take him long to know where he was. He would recognize this place everywhere. In life or death, he would be able to see that he found himself in the Cappella Palatina. 

The place where his broken heart had been stored and also the place where it had been brought to life again. The place where Will had come to look for him, after the worst betrayal of all. The place where Will had forgiven him for this betrayal. A sacred place. A beaming shrine of love amidst the shadowy hallways of his mind. It was a place that felt like home.

At least, it was an altered version of the chapel. The building was unnaturally empty, unnaturally silent and the ceilings and windows seemed a little higher than he remembered them to be. Hannibal realised that he was sitting. He was sitting on a simple chair and there was a carbon copy of that chair standing next to him at his left side. Both faced towards the chapel’s apse. The altar.

The second chair was empty as well, but Hannibal knew who it belonged to. He didn’t have to turn around to feel that person’s presence behind him. Every sound was a hundred times sharper in the surreal silence around him.

The confident clicking sound of dress shoes echoed on the tiles of the floor. No words were spoken. Hannibal closed his eyes. He heard someone sitting down on the chair next to him. A deep breath of relief. Hannibal opened his eyes.

Will was sitting next to him. He was agonisingly beautiful with his closed eyes and his face bathed in the sunlight coming from the window at his sight. He looked like an angel. An angel in his refined blue suit. He looked at peace. Completely at peace. Like all the worries that never seemed to leave the man’s shoulders had finally departed from them. 

Will was no angel. Hannibal was more than aware of that. 

Will was a saint. A holy being tainted in his illusory humanity. This was a being worth a million sacrifices. Something more worth living for than Hannibal had ever found in God. 

Hannibal inaudibly gasped at the sight of him. 

They sat in this silence, this comfortable moment of peace, for the longest time. Nothing hurt. There was no past, there was no future. There was only the present. The significance of this moment and the unspoken words that floated around between them. There was no need for them to be said out loud. Both of them were aware of their message.

But like always, their silence was interrupted. The ticking of a clock. An old clock that could use some restoration, but it ticked nonetheless. The hourglass had been flipped. The sand was moving. Even in this place there was no forever, as much as both of them wanted to.

This wasn’t reality. Hannibal knew the rooms of his mind palace better than any other place. He recognised them when he saw them. Will’s face lacked scars, and the chapel was empty. This place did not exist outside the figment of imagination it was constructed in. 

Hannibal was well aware that this was a scene in his head. 

That, however, didn’t make it any less important. Or less beautiful.

Hannibal knew that this fantasy was a shared fantasy. He knew that it was also playing in Will’s mind. It had to be. It was too real not to be. 

But his worries about this rapidly started taking the better of him. As soon as Hannibal started thinking about reality the scene started shifting. The clock ticked louder. There was a crack in the church’s roof.

It didn’t take long to start crumbling. More cracks appeared in its marvellously crafted ceiling. This scene gifted by his unconsciousness was now stained by reality’s familiar doubts. Hannibal should’ve stayed oblivious.

Still, he didn’t tear his gaze away from Will. He waited for him to realise that something was off. Hannibal waited for dust to fall on Will’s face. 

It didn’t, but Will did open his eyes to look at him. Sea storm blue irises stared directly into Hannibal’s own. 

Hannibal didn’t have enough time to see what message was behind them before the flood washed over them. The chapel came tumbling down. The roof collapsed in less than a second and everything faded to black once again.

[dayseternal-blog]

Hi Days! I'm a huge fan of your work and your tumblr blog bc you give so many naruhina fanfic recs and talk about your stories, etc.

To sum it up, you're my favorite person lol, I'm a bit shy so I'm asking this as an anon, but I wanted to tell you something random just because I've always just thought about it and maybe you would agree or comment on it.

Have you ever listened to mitski? If you haven't I recomend you do bc she's amazing, but anyways I was listening to a song of hers called "washing machine heart" and it reminded me of naruhina, like the fic "together you and I" but different you know, like naruto only married hinata because he couldn't have sakura, she was his second option and every time he looked at her he wished and pretended it was Sakura, so Hina tries her hardest to look pretty and try to be the person he wants, always getting saddend by the idea that she isn't the one he wants, she knows his heart will only belong to Sakura. She let's him trample all over her heart and use her because she loves him unconditionally, maybe cry to her on some nights because he longs for Sakura's love that will never come.

I've read so many fanfics and I've never encountered one using this concept, I'd write it myself, but I'm not good at writing, maybe I'm reaching but it could inspire an angst story made by you or just a prompt or idea/concept for anyone to use. The hurt in this could be inmaculate and I bet a good writer could bring everyone to tears if they read a story like this. You don't have to do anything ofc I'll love you either way, I'm not meaning to push you to write a whole story with this concept by any means or to even post this ask, it's just something I made up/ related to this certain song, so I wanted you to see it, perhaps share your opinion or thoughts on it or just think about it. I love pain a lot hahaha bc I'm not a narusaku shipper in any way, I actually dislike the ship a lot.

Thank you for reading this and pls keep up the awesome work!! I'll always be a fan and support you and your spectacular writing❤️❤️

GAH What an awful fic idea you have 💔

“The Ring that Binds” by softwind - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete.  Naruto and Hinata are married.  So why is Naruto calling “Sakura” in his sleep?

“Girl No 10″ by meeiwen - Rated M, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto makes a mistake with a dancer one drunk night.  Years later when he meets her again, he begins realizing his perfect life is a lie, but he’s too late to fix it.

And

“Territorial” by @bunny-hoodlum - Rated M, High school AU, Multi-chapter, Complete.  When Hinata takes advantage of Naruto’s desperation for love, they’re both a little too much for the other to handle.

Are similar to what you have there.

HERE’S MY VERY QUICK AND INCOMPLETE STAB AT YOUR PROMPT IT’S UNEDITED UNREVISED CANON-DIVERGENT AU RATED T FOR LANGUAGE BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I COULD COME UP WITH 😘  THEY ARE NOT MARRIED BECAUSE I WOULD BE TOO SAD

...

Naruto finally makes it to the Hokage’s office, having had trouble shaking off fangirls on his way.  He can immediately tell he’s the last one there, even though it’s the eve of the Rinnegan Festival.  Tense expressions greet him, the atmosphere somber.

Sakura whips her attention back to the desk before them.  “Rokudaime, with all due respect, I don’t think Naruto belongs on this mission.”

Her behavior has confused him all night.  First moving away from him so that Hinata would sit between them at Ichiraku when Hinata could have just sat on the other side of him.  Then pushing him to follow Hinata back home.  He said aloud that he’d be seeing her later, and that he wanted to catch up with everyone first, but Sakura just glared at him...

She’s been pushing him away, more and more every day, breaking his heart to smaller and smaller pieces...whether knowingly or not, he’s not sure about that, but she’s never rejected him from being her teammate on a mission.

Worried, he meets Kakashi’s gaze.

“I understand your concern, Sakura.”  His tone is heavy.  His usual careless attitude nowhere in sight.  “Call it just my gut-feeling...you’re going to need Naruto’s strength for this mission.”

-

Hanabi was kidnapped.

Hiashi and Hinata are nowhere to be found.

“What do you mean...?” Naruto finds himself asking.  “I just saw her.  We just saw her.  Not even an hour ago.”

“When Sai reported Hanabi’s kidnapping, believe me, Naruto, we moved to notify her family immediately.  Anbu can’t find them.”

“What?”  The last memory he has of Hinata abruptly leaving dinner and running off without hardly a word nags at him, inexplicably tightening his chest.  “She’s fine.  Hinata’s strong.  She can take on anybody.  No one would dare-”

“Naruto,” Sakura interrupts, her gaze cutting sharp.  “She’s nowhere to be found.  And as much as you believe that, no one is invincible.  Not even Hinata.  We need to form a plan, otherwise we’re losing precious time.”

“No one is invincible.  Not even Hinata.”

An emptying numbness invades his insides, discomforting slickness muting him.

This isn’t his fault, is it?

-

What if she needed to tell him something?

She was acting strange at Ichiraku.

Quiet, unusual for her as of recent...

But how was he supposed to notice?  Should he have followed after her, like Sakura said?  But they were supposed to meet at his apartment later on anyway, so why did she have to come out early like that and ruin the good time he was having?  She knows how he hasn’t given up on Sakura.

She knows everything about him.  She’s been his rock after Sakura tried to shut him down for good.  So how can it be that she’d just disappear?  There’s no way.

There’s just no way that she disappeared right after she left...

-

Hours.

Hours of wandering around in abandoned, desolate, war-stricken villages in god-knows-where, and nothing.  No one.

He’s asking for the hundredth time, but he doesn’t care, he’s past the point of desperation, and anxiety-laced tension fills the air.  “Taku, you really don’t see anything?!”  The Hyuuga they have on their team led them into this godforsaken wasteland.

Taku turns on him aggressively, getting in his face in reaction, and yells, “What about you??  You think I’m not trying my best?!  This is my family!  Just because you’re Hinata’s boyfriend doesn’t mean you’re any more worried than the rest of us!  You don’t sense her??”

No.  He doesn’t.

His Sage Mode has never been so useless.  In fact, he senses no one besides them in this place, and it’s with terrible unease that he begins to entertain the thought that she’s gone for good.

“There’s no one even here besides us!  Nothing!  Why’d you take us down here?  Where are we even?!  How do we get out of here in the first place?!” he argues back.

“Sakura-san was right!  You don’t belong on this mission!  I don’t know what Hinata-sama could ever see in you, I haven’t seen her smile in months!”

“What do you mean by that?!  She smiles all the time!  I’ve never seen her act so cheerful in my life!”

“So you fucking know it, too!”  Taku glares at him with an incredulous expression.  “That she’s just acting!”

“What the hell do you mean by that-”

And he doesn’t know what happened next, but Sai’s grabbing onto Taku and he himself is locked in Shikamaru’s shadow manipulation.  Chakra’s sparking off his own hands, while blue embers warp along Taku’s.

“Calm down,” Shikamaru orders both of them.  “We’re not getting anywhere if the two of you keep fighting.”  He waits for Taku to loosen his stance.

Sai lets go of him.

Taku throws an insulting glare around before sauntering off.

Shikamaru sighs.  Hard.  “Go cool your head, Naruto.”  He retracts his shadow, and Naruto wastes no time walking off in the opposite direction, far from wherever Taku is heading.

Yet Taku’s ridiculous words ring in his head.  “That she’s just acting.”

But she said that she’s happy to be with him.  That she doesn’t mind that he’s still in love with Sakura.  She said that she’s just happy to be with him.

She said that.  She did.  And she wouldn’t lie to him, right?

She was just acting?

“You’re not going to finish your ramen?” he asked her on their date last month.

“No...”  Suddenly, she smiled brightly, something she’s been doing more often ever since he mentioned that he’s always liked how genki Sakura is.  “Do you want the rest of mine?  I’m dieting.”

He scrunched his eyebrows at her.  “Dieting?  Why?”

“Well...”  She looked thoughtful for a moment before seeming to come to a decision.  “Naruto-kun, you like thin girls, right?”

He knew she was talking about Sakura.  “...I guess...”

“I want to make you happy,...” she started.  She bit her lips for a hesitating moment before continuing, “so I’ve been trying to lose a little weight.”

“Oh.”  He didn’t know what to make of that.  Unbidden, he looked her over. 

“Can you tell?” she asked, her characteristic shyness lowered her lashes, yet she didn’t fidget under his examination, and he could tell how she was trying her best to have that confident persona he admires in his former teammate.

Despite her recent changes in attitude, Hinata’s still been so physically small compared to himself and everyone else.  Under her jacket, he couldn’t tell if she looked skinnier or not, and even if she was, he doesn’t think she really needed to be skinnier.

But then she looked up at him with that heavy, hopeful weight in her gaze, and he couldn’t let her down.  Not when she’s trying so hard for his approval.

He fibbed easily.  “Yeah.  You look really good.”

She shined another smile at him that made him feel good.  Even if their relationship wasn’t traditional, he could at least still make her happy.  He could at least tell her some sweet words and see her sweet smile and-

She was lying.

She wasn’t happy?

He never made her happy?

Then what was the point of any of it?

No, she must have been happy, right?!  She said so!  She told him so!  Many, many times!

After all, he asked her.  All of those times he thought she was faking her smile, he asked just to make sure, and she vehemently told him that she was really happy to be with him.

She said he could talk to her about all of it.  That she could take on his heartbreak because her feelings were so much bigger than...

“Uzumaki Naruto.”

The unfamiliar voice has him leaping to his feet.

A man as pale as a ghost with piercingly icy eyes is floating down to him on some strange platform.  “You’re really as pitiful as I expected.”

“Who the hell are you?!”  He readies his stance.  He’s not in any mood for games, and he’s ready to let loose some of his stress on this very suspicious character.

“Hinata’s fiance.”

“Hinata?!”  Fire races through his veins, heating his feet, and he’s ready to leap at this guy.  “Where is she?!”

“With me.”

His heart rate exponentially explodes, beating into his ears, his skin practically bristling.  “Let her go,” he demands, and the threat of his words leaks from every pore of his being.  “Now.”

The man almost snorts.  “What makes you think she wants to see you?  You only ever used her, broke her...”  His collected expression hardens, and Naruto can sense that he has no intention of releasing her.  “I’ll make her happier than you ever could.”

Several thoughts fly too quickly through his mind to properly process any of it, leaving only residual uncertainty and that deepening sense of his culpability in her sudden disappearance.  But he doesn’t linger on the unpleasant sensations.  “What the fuck do you know?!”  And he’s charging at him, a Rasengan heavy in his hand.

The enemy is far more powerful than he appeared, immediately blowing him back with some kind of focused chakra.  “Weak, pathetic.”

“GIVE HER BACK!”  He replicates himself a dozen times, each of them throwing Rasenshurikens at the man.

Yet more of that strange yellow chakra protects him.  He’s unscathed even under his shadow clone onslaught.  “No.  I gave her a choice, and she came with me.  I’m just here to get rid of you, take revenge against you for her sake.”

He hardly comprehends the nonsense spewing out of the enemy’s mouth, and he rallies his clones into close combat, but the man manages to avoid many of the attacks while landing hits of his own.

Clones poofing away only to be replaced by more, frustration and fury starting to blind him into sloppier and sloppier moves.

“I love Hinata.  That’s why I deserve her.”

He chokes on his own breath, and in his momentary loss of concentration,...

He’s falling.

------------------------*

aaannnnd that’s as far as I want to go with that.  Imagine the rest of the team arriving in time to notice Toneri making his escape toward the sky, and I guess the rest of the story would sort of follow the rest of The Last...Naruto self-reflects a lot in a bundle of depression for a long time and yeah.

...ahhh...  I encourage you to write the fic you want to see in the world ❤️

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 08.04.21 lb

why the fuck is vansh glaring at riddhima for dadi's dumb accusations???? does he not remember that siya's whole makeover came as a reaction after riddhima's "death" which means, she wasn't in the fucking house when it happened????? i swear to god, every raisinghania has horseshit for brains.

angre's back with a new injury and ishani's reacting like anyone would if their husband came back from work bleeding every single day. she's spitting nothing but facts and is so fucking right to hate vansh.

yessssssssssss ishani is here to take vansh ki class, and i fucking love it. vansh isn't even smirking this time around, coz ishani is really fucking angry and will literally snap his neck like a toothpick if he tries.

phewwwwwwwwww, ishani really going off today and I AM HERE FOR IT.

ofc he's doing that bullshit macho thing of punching shit in his anger and putting the blame on riddhima for all of it. sis idk why you're still with this man. you've obviously grown a brain now, why don't you see him for the abusive loser that he is????/

lmaooooooooooooooooo he's like "WHY WON'T YOU JUST TELL ME?!?!?!? don't you trust me riddhima????" NO BRO. NO. THE SIMPLE STRAIGHT ANSWER IS FUCKING NO. YOU'RE THE LEAST TRUSTWORTHY PERSON IN THIS SHOW. I'D TRUST A RATTLESNAKE BEFORE I'D TRUST YOUR MANIPULATIVE PSYCHO ASS.

suchhhhhh bad dubbing in this scene for rrahul.

anyway riddhima's like "nahi bataana mujhe", lol. i love it.

he stormed off in anger and she's lamenting not being able to tell him the secret until the black box is handed over to vyom. ugh. so lame.

cut to next morning, he woke up and riddhima's nowhere to be seen.

he goes and bangs on ishani's door and he's like "ishani plsssss darwaza kholo.......... main vansh." LOL OK???? BECAUSE WHO ELSE WOULD WE MISTAKE YOU FOR???

angre ready to leap outta bed but lmaoooooooo the look ishani gave him scared him back into lying down. anyway the moment she turns around he jumps up anyway.

ishani's like can you pls leave my husband alone?!?!?!?!?!?! which is well within her rights, coz vansh bhai really be doing bhangra tapdance all over the boundaries one should have as an employer, let alone brother-in-law.

lol vansh's first comment to angre is "ishani is really angry at me for you. i like that she loves you a lot." i'm sure this means more to angre than ishani's confession of love even.

anyway, he got the deets of that random jhopda from angre and is gonna go chaapa maarofy there. angre's like i'll come with, and ishani tears vansh a new one about respecting angre as the damaad of the house. phewwwwwwwww, i love it so much.

idhar bechare not-rrahul se covid ke time mein bhi kaam karwaaya jaa raha hai. baksh do bechaare ko yaar. rrahul se toh nahi karwaaya tha jab usko hua tha, aur woh lead hai. isko 2 hafte ke liye chutti nahi de sakte? kapde bhi nahi pehnne dete.

anyway riddhima is pissed at vyom for acting overfamiliar with his "partner"/"baby doll" nonsense, and is like jaane kaunse manhoos ghadi mein iske saath deal kar liya maine............ anyway, she gotta do black box shit fastttttt.

anyway, he's given her some apt or safehouse or something.

lollipop ladki and her incredibly toned legs (god, i'd kill for them!!!) are following vansh around, saying i gotta talk to youuuu. vansh is like behen, mere se meri ek bandi nahi sambhal rahi, i don't have time or energy for any sidechicks, pls baksh de. jaake aryan ko tang kar tu.

she's bc poori baat toh sun le. goes to show him the tattoo, but he gets a call and leaves. you know what, she shouldn't tell him it's the code to opening that stupid box. let him come beg. and then she can extort 2500 crore outta him.

idhar chained-up kabir is trying to attack riddhima who's like

can't say i'm not masssssssively enjoying this. i love kabir, i do, but he deserves this for all the haraamipannaa that he did to her and ruined her fucking life.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh she shot at KABIR while in the red leather catsuit, not vansh. a pity. shoulda shot both when she had the fucking chance, and lived a free life.

ugh she's doing all this coz he tried to kill vansh? not just for her own shits and giggles? how fucking disappointing.

i love helly's unbothered acting tho. too good.

riddhima's promising to kill him badeeee itmenaaan se.

she's like v 1.0 of me was a basic bitch who just wanted to marry you and live happily ever after. but you planned differently, so............... thanks for teaching me all the ropes of being an absolute bastard.

kabir warning that yeh jo abhi mera haal hai, vansh gonna do it to you, or worse. pftttttttttttt. tell us something we don't already know, loser.

aaaand now he's calling her a fool. she's not the one in chains rn, my man. matlab hadh hai, rassi jal gayi par bal nahi gaya.

anyway blah blah vansh will find out about your deal, he'll kill us both, blah blah blah. whatevs.

riddhima tells guard fellow ki vansh found out about the place and kabir needs to move. guard veryyyyy wisely removes all the chains on kabir, who then gives dhoka by shoving them out the room and slamming the door shut. wonderful.

aryan/ishani bitching about vansh bhai and plotting to bring him downnnnn so that his tyranny will finally end. good. VERY GOOD. get yours, bitchy kanji aankhon waale sibs. main tumhare saath hoon.

vansh reached the jhopdaaaaaaaaaaa. lord i hope riddhima has become nau do gyaraah with kabir by now.

god all these low angle shots of rrahul...................... UNF, man; fucking UNF. 🥵🥵🥵

phew thank god, place is fucken empty.

has something scrawled on the wall tho.

an address......... IN BLOOD. but........... how the fuck would kabir know where riddhima's moving him to and have the time to write it out on the wall???

bwahahahahahahahahahaha and they're bringing kabir to the exact same set, saaaaaame room. man i know budget kam hua hoga OTT ki wajaah se, but there's a million rooms on this set, koi bhi doosra choose kar lete.

anyway, this is the safehouse vyom gave riddhima. good on her for asking for and getting the resources she needs to carry out her nefariousness.

ohhhhhhhhhh, address kabirrrrr ne nahi, RIDDHIMA ne likha tha, galat waala.

loving how she's playing alllllllll these suckers. i know she's not gonna stay winning for long, so imma just enjoy it for the time. *sigh*

precap: vansh's dumb ass finally figured out address fake tha, while riddhima finally gets her hands on the black box. and now he's following her around as she goes to make the drop. BORING!

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

I'm a Zenyuki shipper. Or at least I thought I am one of them. Your fics are confusing me. After reading them it feels like I was blind until now and I manage to ship only obiyuki now. So, thank you, I guess? Now I'm searching for other authors like you, do you have any recommendation? (Good fan art interests me too) Have a nice day!

hahahaha… Maybe you’re a multi-shipper, nonny. No harm in that!

In response to your request for recommendations, though… :3 :3 :3

OBIYUKI’S ASSEMBLE!! :D

I have a LIST, friend. A magnificent LIST of authors for you to choose from but is probably not all inclusive. I wrote this a couple of months ago when someone else asked me for recs and we have GROWN significantly since. Lemme give you a 4-author starter pack that’ll keep you busy reading for some time, and then there are many many more.

IF SOMEONE SEES THIS AND REALIZES I SKIPPED THEM/SOMEONE ELSE, PLEASE REBLOG/COMMENT FOR ME I HATE TO LEAVE PEOPLE OUT AND I KNOW I PROBABLY AM RIGHT NOW.

All of the following authors also have AO3 accounts:

@sabraeal, naturally. She is my writing buddy and I love her deeply. Plus, she knows EXACTLY how to murder me. (Pls start with Seven Suitors and then go harass her for more All Pain Will Turn to Medicine for me. ty ^_^ )

@infinitelystrangemachinex - Gorgeous prose, beautiful stories, breaks my heart every time (pls do it some more?)

@vivianwisteria - Just amazing writing. Wonderfully emotional and complex. She gets a visceral reaction out of me with every update.

@xaphrin - This woman. This woman destroys me ALL THE TIME with all the lovely goodness (She’s also one of my favorite readers! Because she gets SO MAD AT ME :D )

MORE AUTHORS In alphabetical order:

@akai-vampire - Has been putting out some amazing multi-shipper content since long before I joined this fandom, but of course I am partial to her obiyuki content. She’s a grab bag of sweet and “hey who’s cutting onions in here?”

@another-miracle - Has dared to put onto the screen the hurt/comfort follow up fic that we all wanted, we all craved. I have it saved in my inbox so I can have feelings about it regularly. Has written some fantastic shorts since!

@azalearhoden - Writes some amazing prose of short moments glued together into something gorgeous and beautiful that I would have never thought of!

@codango - Look. L O O K. You may think that you don’t need cowboy Obi, but trust me… you do. You so so do. (Also has an assemblance of shorts that range from OH MY HEART T_T to Oooohhh myyyyy :3 )

@claudeng80 - Has a million ideas and puts them to paper in record time! There’s too many stories for me to wrap her up into one sentence!

@glitter-and-golden - A obiyuki kids story that’ll break your heart and some fantasy fantasticness. 

@jaygirl987 - From short hot scenes to her first multi-chapter fic that is turning into something epic, I love her stuff!

@k-itsmaywriting - Freakin amazing woman who puts out the most beautiful AU’s. I love it when she can come to play and I hate to see her leave, but school is the most important, yo!

@kaedix - Writes the sweetest stories, from mama and papa Obiyuki to the Mall AU that I am still dying over almost a year later.

@krispy-kream - I don’t know how many times I have seen this one post and I have been LITERALLY TERRIFIED to click on the link because she DESTROYS ME WITH HALF A SENTENCE. (No, seriously, I still can’t get through this without tearing up)

@lalesath - Has written ONE GORGEOUS, FEELS INDUCING FIC for us, but there is more trapped away in her computer. I feelz it in my bones. Won’t you feed us? XD

@littleaverill - Puts out some amazing ficlets that have you begging for more! I wish I could write like her…

@maverae - Has written TWO fics to share with the class, BUT I KNOW SHE IS HIDING MORE FROM US. Give us your delicious prose! We are hungry!

@nebluus - Has STILL written my all time favorite Obiyuki fic, Blizzard. That story gives me all the feely feels in my little shipper heart.

@nonstopdoodle - Girl is filled with fantasy and writes the COOLEST AU’s. I love them all so much.

@obiisms - I lovelovelove her Meaning of Trust fic on AO3 you don’t even know how much. She takes hard subjects and just delivers.

@onoheiwa - Hnnnnnnggggggggg writes some of the most amazing short stories. I die over her arranged marriage fic (Did not know this was a thing of mine, BUT I GUESS IT IS A THING)

@owlsshadows - Oh man. Oooooh maaaannnnnn.. if you have not read her gender swap AU where Obi is the pharmacist and Shirayuki is the assassin, you have not lived.

@ruleofexception - I wanna say she is our FASTEST writer, throwing out some amazing fics within a day and cutting through ALL the BS!

@thelionshoarde - Oh myyyyy… how do I wrap this one up? You’ve gone some delicious canon-esque smut with feels and some fantastical AU’s to choose from. Please enjoy with my blessing :3

ARTISTS (also in alphabetical order and some of these will be repeats):

@goldenrose101 - My friend. You must. YOU MUST view their obiyuki comic. And then love it. IT IS A REQUIREMENT

@heartamplifier - Again. Some amazing. Amazing. AMAZING. edits and manips. I love her

@lalesath - F A N T A S T IC and G O R G E O U S edits! SO MANY OF THEM.

@miinah13 - Just adore their drawings BUT BE CAREFUL! SHE HAS A SERIES THAT MAKES ME CRY BIG FAT UGLY TEARS but you should totally check out anyway

@nebluus - You may notice that she is listed twice. THAT IS BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING. Search her ansh tag for Akagami no Shirayukihime art.

@nonstopdoodle - YES. SHE ALSO DOES THE ART!

@stuffaeamade - My goodness gracious, she has the MOST impressive tag for AnS art. I HIGHLY recommend.

@thelionshoarde - YES YET ANOTHER AUTHOR THAT ALSO DOES THE ART!

@vfordii - Oh my… I absolutely love everything that she does, but my top two have GOT to be Obiyuki Kiss and Bellydancer Obi. (I’m sure she will convince me that there are more delicious arts waiting in her brain to be posted, BUT I LOVE THOSE THE MOST NOW

@youseimanami - One of our newest and (hands down) most prolific artist (she just completed Inktober and did 31 DAYS OF OBI/OBIYUKI CONTENT. GO LOOK AT THE MAGNIFICENCE. GO GO!) and is a very sweet and encouraging person.

@yumelinh - I absolutely adore the way she does her edits and colors our favorite characters. They are fantastic.

Special mention to @akagami-no-rae because, while she is not obiyuki, she likes hanging out with us and graces us with Hnnnng-worthy AMV’s, edits, and artwork! (occasionally a fic, too