#can i turn aira back into a human?

[neolxzr]

aira is the "would you still love me if i was a worm" boyfriend hiiro is the *asks a million follow up questions about this hypothetical scenario* boyfriend and kohaku is the "can we please go back to sleep its 4am" boyfriend

[jpitha]

Boredom

The ability to experience boredom is not unique in the universe. All of the known sapient species know of it.

It's strange then, that only the humans will use boredom as an excuse to do inexplicable things.

Miriam is stationed on the Sefigan cruiser Soft Touch. It doesn't mean like the human idiom that they're easily swayed, it's a more literal translation, like something that is soft and nice to touch. She's in propulsion. Humans aren't allowed to work on the FlashWarp drives alone anymore after an order came down from the Colatition High Command, but they can still be on the propulsion team. She's in the engine room with her crewmae, Desi, a Zz'tk. They're an insectoid species, but they come from a high oxygen world like Miriam, so they get along relatively well.

"Hey Desi!" Miriam leans back in her chair and looks over at Desi, who is hunched over a console, their wing covers iridescent in the dim light of the room. "How come the gravity polarizers don't have a range table in the manual?"

Desi looks up, startled. They were still not used to working with humans, and their tendency to come up to them and launch into a conversation without any warm up was... tough to get used to. "What do you mean Miriam? The Polarizers are set to run at a comfortable range for all sapient species. Also, what are you doing reading the manual for them?"

She shrugged. "I'm bored. Ever since the Coalition cracked down on us playing with the FlashWarp drives - they still won't tell us why - most humans have been shuffled around to other systems. I was trained on FlashWarp and now I can't work on it! I have to do something else to occupy my time, so I'm reading through the manuals and tech docs. The gravity polarizers are pretty neat, but the manual doesn't say how high they can go. They don't say how low they can go either, but I assume they can all go to zero."

"How high-" Desi sputters. "Miriam, we don't need to know how high they can go. So long as the gravity is comfortable for everyone onboard, that's good enough."

Miriam scoffs. "Desi, use your imagination. I bet there's a lot we could do if we knew how high we could safely set the gravity polarizers. Here-" She touches the panel "-let's do some test-"

Before she can finish speaking, her hand slips on the touch panel and slides the slider nearly as high as it can go.

"Oops!"

****

Alarms.

Yelling and shouting in half a dozen languages.

Smoke and vapor pouring from cracked fittings.

Straining against the pull of 4 or 5 times Earth's gravity, Aria opens the door to the propulsion office, her footsteps heavy on the floor paneling. "Miriam! Desi! Are you all right?"

Desi's voice is muffled. They're laying face down on the floor, and can't get up. "Miriam injured herself when she fell. She is unresponsive, but I can't turn my head to check on her." Desi's breath rasps in their large box lungs "It's hard to breathe." They try and turn their head, and as they push with all their might, they're able to turn and look out. "Aria, how are you moving around?"

"It's not easy Desi, but humans are pretty strong. Was Miriam at the gravity polarizer station?"

"Yes"

"Let me see if I can fix this."

She slowly and carefully makes her way over to the station, and looks down. "Oh shit. It's turned up nearly all the way. Why can it go this high?"

"I don't know. Miriam said there were no range tables in the tech docs. She was bored and trying to learn more about the gravity polarizers before this happened."

Aria touched the panel and the indicator jumped around erratically.

"What the..."

Moving very slowly, Aira slid the indicator down until it was back at the previous setting. Immediately, Desi stood up, the pattern of the floor imbedded into their front carapace. "You did it!"

Aria looked over at Miriam, she was bleeding. She must have hit something when the gravity increase knocked her down. "Come on Desi, help me get her to the infirmary. We need to make sure she's all right."

****

Miriam sits in the waiting room of the shipboard HR office. She looks at the floor, sitting with her legs tightly together. Her head and left shoulder are bandaged.

The door opens and Captain Kiffen walks out, his fur still puffed out in anger. Behind him comes Xan'ar, the HR manager and another Sefigan. "Miriam? Please come with me."

Miriam enters the small office and stands. Xan'ar sits at the large desk and gestures with a small furred paw. "Please, sit."

"Am I fired?"

Xan'ar's fur ripples a smile. "Goodness no, though I'd steer clear of Captain Kiffen for a few cycles. He'd like to fire you through the slug launcher right now.

"Are you sure? I did turn the gravity up really high."

Xan'ar, remembering that they're talking to a human, gestures accordingly. "Ye-es, you did, but it was an accident right? I spoke with Desi already."

"Yes! My hand slipped over the touch panel. I had no idea they were so sensitive."

"Honestly, we didn't either. Those panels aren't tuned for human use. Apparently your species makes those panels run at a much higher sensitivity than others. I have mentioned this in my report, so they can be tuned in the future." Xan'ar looks down at the report a moment. "What were you doing at the gravity polarizer station, Miriam?"

"Well you know how the Coalition says that humans can't work on the FlashWarp drive anymore? And how I'm a certified FlashWarp operator? I was bored. I didn't want to finish my tour sitting around, so I started to learn new systems. Nobody seems to know anything about the gravity polarizers, they just turn them on and leave them. I was figuring that I could learn more about them and transfer." She shook her head. "The tech docs were useless though. They don't contain anything about them, just a troubleshooting tree and a reminder to call Support if they fail. I was going to see how to change the gravity when my finger slipped and brushed against the console." She looked up at Xan'ar. "Was anyone else hurt?"

Xan'ar looks down at their report. "Amazingly, no. Other than some bruises and cracked carapaces here and there, everyone was fine. You actually got the worst of it believe it or not."

Miriam visibly relaxes. "I'm glad."

Xan'ar swipes a few pages over on their pad and reads for a moment. "Actually, you're being recalled."

Miriam's face fell. "I thought I wasn't being fired!"

Xan'ar's fur ripples. "That's right, you're not. You're being transferred. You're going to work with the Coalition on human UI and UX on Coalition ships. This isn't the first time this has happened, and Human Fleet Command recommended we start the project. Did you know we didn't have a specific department to help with the "user interface" like you do?"

Miriam nods emphatically. "After using your panels? Yes. I could tell."

[theraggedygirl11]

Sospeso tra finzione e realtà

SUMMARY: Bojan was turned into a vampire some years before. The band met the famous photographer Damon Baker while in London and now it's time for Bojan's photoshoot, but something unpleasant happens.

PAIRING: Bojan Cvjetićanin/Kris Guštin/Damon Baker (+kind of implied poly!jo)

WARNINGS: anxiety/panic attack, blood, sex (not too explicit), angst and more angst, hurt/comfort, death/homicide mentioned, slight torture

WORDS COUNT: 4.891

LINK: AO3

NOTES: This comes from a collective work that's going on since last July or August, I don't remember. The AUs spawned on their own, we have too many and you'll find everything under the tag #vampire!bojan and #vampire!bojan storyline. So, I'd like to thank @signoraviolettavalery who supported my nocturnal brainrot in this post here, and also @touchyourblood and @nyx-aira who added a general background in this other post.

The title comes from this Italian song, feel free to go and listen to it. Here you can read the translation into English.

This is not beta-read, we die like men here! I just took what @signoraviolettavalery and I wrote, put it together and wrote something more around it

I just hope I added every tw in the tags, if something's missing, feel free to tell me and I'll add them!

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“Bojan, are you sure you want to do this?” Kris asks while looking at the vampire. “You know you’ll be all alone with Damon, right? And that you’ll end up showing your vulnerable side?” 

“Yes, Krisko. I’m fine, and I’ll be fine,” he reassures him before pecking his lips. “I fed on Jure this morning, I’m relaxed, I feel good, London is showing its sunny side and I’m ready to conquer the world!” He even giggles. He’s truly in a good mood and full of energy. 

“Call any of us if anything happens, ok?” Kris looks at him, still worried. 

“Yeah, sure, don’t worry,” Bojan winks at him, then quickly kisses the others before leaving their apartment to go and meet Damon at his house. 

Damon and he already discussed about his photoshoot, so Bojan knows what he’s about to face. He’s truly relaxed, he didn’t lie to Kris. That part of his life is over, behind his back forever. 

As soon as he arrives at Damon’s, he changes his clothes to the ones they chose for his photoshoot: tight leather trousers, a leather belt with a broken heart on it, an oversized shirt and an untied bowtie around his neck. Oh, he loves this outfit, it’s sexy and makes him look so much masculine, but at the same time he starts feeling uncomfortable, uneasiness crawling up his spine. The Bojan he sees in the mirror isn’t the Bojan he wants to show to the world. He notices a shade of red in his eyes and immediately changes them back to brown. 

“Are you ready, honey?” Damon asks while getting closer to Bojan. “Oh, you look amazing, sweety. I could ride this cowboy any time! Or you could ride me,” he winks. 

Bojan giggles. He’s now used to Damon flirting with him. He likes it. “We can go, I’m ready.” 

The photoshoot starts. The poses that Bojan decides to do exhale aggressiveness and masculinity, and the more the photoshoot goes on, the more aggressive they become. He doesn’t want to, but his instincts tell him to do so, to assert his dominance over the person who’s taking pictures and the ones that will see them. He’s unconsciously showing the predator inside him that is violently ramping against the weak human surface, it wants to come out because it feels in danger. And what does an animal in a dangerous situation? It shows aggressiveness and attacks. 

The moment Damon gets closer with his camera, something snaps inside Bojan. His entire body is petrified. His mind shows him a memory he thought he had locked up in the deepest corner of his mind. He’s again in front of her, she’s taking pictures of him right after she fed on him. He’s covered in blood, he’s crying and begging her because he’s feeling dizzy, he just wants her to lick the bitemarks to close them or he will bleed off.  

But she keeps taking those pictures, she grins showing her fangs and her lips still stained with blood of the most vibrant shade of red. She’s in full control and the only thing he can do is stay there and hoping she will make him stop bleeding. Tears run down his face. He’s so scared, so powerless and hopeless. He wants that all that ends as soon as possible. 

In the present Bojan’s eyes got red. He didn’t even notice, at least until Damon brings him back from the spiral he was falling into. 

“W-What are-” 

He can’t even finish the sentence. Bojan snaps back into reality and in a blink of an eye he attacks the photographer in front of him, pinning him down on the ground. The camera slides on the floor while he grabs the human’s wrists with his hands and blocks them above his head. He growls, showing his fangs in an intimidating way. Bojan’s on top of the photographer, his instincts full in control of his actions, he can’t even recognize Damon. 

“B-Bojan...?” Damon whimpers, terrified. 

The fog that invaded Bojan's mind and finally fades away and he can restraint his vampiric instincts. He stands up faster than a normal human would. He’s afraid of what he just did, he feels so ashamed for having lost his control. 

“I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to-” 

He just runs away, out of the window. He doesn’t care if someone sees him, he just needs to go away, far, far away from Damon. He looks like a scared prey chased by an unknown predator. While he tries to remember where to go to reunite with his bandmates, he looks around, overwhelmed by sounds and smells and colours and lights. 

He’s panting, he’s panicking, his mind is barely functioning at this point, he’s letting his impulses rule over his actions. He doesn’t even know how, but he manages to go back to the apartment, jumping from one roof to the other. 

Bojan enters the room where Nace and Kris sleep through the window. He immediately searches for Kris’s colourful sweater in his suitcase. He needs some familiar scent around him to calm himself down. His heart is beating fast in his chest, his eyes are still red. He’s still wearing the clothes he was using in the photoshoot. 

When he finds the sweater, he puts it immediately on and lets Kris’s smell surround him. He takes deep breaths and closes his eyes. He tries to block everything else out. He sits on the ground, right next to the bed. His knees are against his chest and his arms embrace them. He’s trying so hard to look smaller. 

You are safe, Bojan. You are safe. Damon is alive, you didn’t kill him. You are safe. He keeps repeating these sentences in his mind, trying to regain control over his body, now dominated by fear and panic. He is shaking too. 

After some minutes someone enters. He’s too focused on Kris’s scent to identify who that person is. 

“Bojan?” This voice is worried.  

Soon after a hand is laying on his shoulder. Bojan winces and raises his head suddenly. It’s Nace. 

“What happened?” 

Bojan doesn’t answer, he just hugs Nace and hides his face against his chest.  

“I-I couldn’t do it. I-I showed myself. He knows-” 

“Hush, hush,” Nace gently caresses his hair after hugging him back. “It’s ok,” he whispers. “Breathe. You are safe here, no one’s going to hurt you here.” 

It takes Bojan at least fifteen minutes to calm down. He slipped, he thought he could be strong enough to face that photoshoot, but something clearly snapped in him and made him reveal himself. And he’s so ashamed of it. 

“Let’s go to the others,” Nace suggests when he sees that Bojan is a little bit more relaxed. His eyes are now brown and he stopped shaking. 

They go down the stairs together, holding hands. He can hear the others talking in that small living room, but their voices stop when they see Nace with Bojan, with Kris’s sweater and not his own clothes on. They know that something’s wrong. And Bojan confirms their suspects. 

“He knows.” 

Two simple words, but they all understand.  

“Oh, Bojč,” Kris sighs, then stands up and hugs the vampire. 

“I-I thought I was over her, b-but-” 

“It doesn’t matter,” Kris replies, interrupting him. “We’ll talk to Damon and we’ll find a solution. But now you are more important. Come here and sit with us.” 

That evening the band take care of Bojan. They cuddle with him, they prepare his favourite human food, they make him feel comfortable, safe and loved. And in the end he falls asleep on Jure’s shoulder, exhausted by the intense emotions he felt that day. 

Nace takes him in his and Kris’s room so they can sleep with him in the middle. It is a “standard procedure” when Bojan happens to have a bad day. Having familiar scents around him helps him to relax and feel safe. 

The next day Kris wakes up before anyone else because he needs to drink some water. He goes downstairs, but his attention is caught by his phone buzzing. He takes it. It’s a message from Damon. 

Damon: Hey Kris. Yesterday happened something uncomfortable during Bojan’s photoshoot. I’m really sorry. 

Damon is still online and is trying to write something else, but he keeps stopping. Kris decides to reply. 

Kris: We know he’s a vampire. He told us what happened yesterday. 

Damon: I guessed you should know, you are so intimate with one another 

Damon: Is he ok? 

Kris: More or less, he managed to sleep at least 

Damon: Do you think Bojan would like to meet me again? 

Damon: I just want to talk with him 

A couple of days later, a bit reluctantly, Bojan is again at Damon’s house. He drank blood before going, just to be able to control himself better. In a bag he has the clothes he wore the other day. 

Damon lets him in and welcomes him with a smile.  

Bojan knows Damon is afraid of him, he can smell his fear in the air and feel it in his heart beating faster than the usual. He harnesses his predator’s instincts with all the strength he has. He doesn’t want to be intimidating. 

They sit, Damon on an armchair, Bojan on the couch. They are far from each other. There’s silence between them, both are nervous. But Damon talks first. 

"Look, I'm still a little scared. I mean, who wouldn't be? It's human instinct, right? You'd think there was something wrong if I wasn't scared." And Bojan, who remembers what it feels like to be preyed on, nods.  

"But I've also gotten to know you. I've gotten to see you. I think you're a good person. And I think you're just as scared of what you are. Maybe even more."  

Bojan nods again. "This thing...it's like this monster inside me that I have to control. A demon."  

"I know a little something about having a demon inside me," Damon says and Bojan's eyes widen. Oh. "But you find ways to control it, right? To cope. A support network, friends who keep you from falling."

Bojan nods again. "Kad neman tebe, sa mnom su moji demoni," he says. "It's from our song. 'when you're not with me, my demons are with me.' My friends are there for me, and they keep the demons away."  

Silence falls again between them. Well, at least for Damon. Bojan’s ears are dominated by the constant beating of Damon’s heart, the blood pumping in his vessels that sings to him, calls him. 

Damon breaks again the silence and asks one basic question. "Do you want to talk about it?" 

Bojan sits straight, his body stiffens. Damon is curious, but his vampire instincts allow him to recognize the stance of a prey that's trying to not look nervous or scared.  

Should he talk? Should he tell him how he got turned? Should he explain to Damon why he snapped during the photoshoot? Should he really allow himself to be this vulnerable with a guy he barely knows? 

But Damon, poor little scared human Damon, seeing that Bojan doesn't talk, asks him another question, trying a new way to communicate with him.  

"How should I approach you? Like, are there movements or stuff I should avoid doing to make you feel more comfortable? Or words, I don't know. I don’t want to trigger any negative reaction in you." 

Bojan then starts talking, even if he's hesitant. He explains that his senses are much sharper than a human’s, so he's bothered by strong noises, intense lights, very rich smells, but for a brief period of time he can resist.  

"How do I smell like?" 

"I beg your pardon?" Bojan is really confused. Why that question? 

"How do I smell like? How's my scent?" 

Bojan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, focusing on Damon. The scent of fear is slowly disappearing. "It's sweet. Comfortable. It makes me feel safe, in some way," and it’s tempting, but he keeps these words for himself.  

And there Damon smiles widely. "That's perfect, because I have something for you to wear, honey." He gets up and takes this stripped and fluffy black and white piece of clothing from a bag next to the armchair. "This is my favourite sweater. It makes me feel safe and I'd like you to wear it," and stands up, gets closer and hands him the sweater, which of course is soaked in Damon's scent. 

Bojan's brain stops working because, well, he didn't expect this reaction. Damon, still afraid of him, is asking him to wear a piece of clothing that makes him feel safe. Some sort of peace offering.  

I want you to feel safe with me, even though I’m still scared. This is how Bojan reads this gesture. His hearts almost melts. 

He grabs the sweater and smells it, inhaling his scent and shivering. He quickly takes off his jacket and shirt, then wears the sweater. It’s warm and fluffly and soft. He’s immediately enwrapped by Damon’s scent. 

“It suits you,” Damon says, giggling. 

“It’s a nice sweater,” Bojan replies, nodding and hinting a shy smile.  

The vampire is really feeling safe with it on. He wasn’t afraid of Damon per se, he’s not dangerous, it was the photoshoot that made him feel too vulnerable and made resurface bad memories. 

Damon, seeing that Bojan is lulled by the comfort of his sweater, tentatively suggests "if you're comfortable with it...I'd like to photograph that side of you, too. Not for the public, of course. Just...for us. Photography is how I get to know someone, and that's a part of you too."  

"I don't want to scare you," Bojan admits.  

"I'm already scared. But that doesn't matter. I want to know you, all of you."  

Their eyes meet, prey and predator, human and vampire, two creatures completely different but similar at the same time. And Bojan feels some kind of connection with Damon, something he haven’t felt since the first time he saw his bandmates after the transformation. 

In the end Bojan agrees to this, tentatively. But he wants Kris to be there with him, just in case. Kris knows exactly how to calm him down. He will know what to do or say if he loses control. 

“You won’t need me, you're not going to lose control," Kris says while looking at the vampire. "Even if he does smell extra tasty."  

"How do you know that?" Bojan asks.  

"I know you," Kris replies. "I know that when you inhale his scent, you want." 

Bojan diverts his look and starts fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. Well, with Jan’s sweater. Having his bandmates clothes on helps him relax and push back his anxiety, so it’s easy seeing him with clothes owned by the others. 

A couple of days later Bojan it’s time for him to show that side of himself to Damon. Kris is with them, just to reassure both human and vampire.  

Damon's obviously still scared, Bojan can smell it. But he doesn't run away when Bojan changes his appearance in front of him, sharp claws and fangs, eyes of the purest and the most intense red ever seen.  

Damon admires this version of Bojan, stunned by his beauty. He looks Bojan in the eyes, and gets close, and takes those photos. Beautiful photos that capture not just the 'monster' inside him, but also the fear, the uncertainty, the angst Bojan is consumed by. How he doesn't want to be the monster. His red eyes on display and a look of sheer terror on his face...which is quite a photo, because predators don't usually look terrified. That's reserved for preys.  

Kris observes silently and not so far away from them. He’s worried more for Bojan than for Damon. He knows how much this photoshoot is testing Bojan’s self-control on his vampiric side and memories. 

And that’s why after the shooting Bojan needs time to decompress, to relax and make his human side come back to the surface. Kris, who was there the whole time, helps him, with tender words whispered to reassure him, caresses and kisses. 

Damon observes them, silently. Bojan is a predator, he could kill both of them and they could do nothing about it because he's faster, stronger, he’s built to hunt and murder his preys, to feed on them, just like a lion or a tiger. Now he’s so vulnerable, so human. 

But that scene is so intimate, so caring, Damon almost feels he's third wheeling. Kris trusts Bojan with his life because he’s keeping the vampire’s mouth so close to his neck, he’s letting him inhale his familiar scent while running a hand though his soft hair. 

Damon decides to ask another question, because in the end he's curious to know about Bojan and his kind. He saw vampires portrayed on the screen, many variants, but he's different. He's a real vampire. 

"May I ask one thing? You don't need to answer, if you don't want to." 

Bojan looks at him, fangs no more visible but eyes still a little bit red-ish.  

"Yeah, sure." 

"What's the most intimate act your kind can perform with a human? Like, how can a human show to a vampire that they fully trust them?" 

"Feeding," Bojan answers after a short silence. "Feeding directly from the neck or the wrist or any other body part. Giving freely the permission to take something as vital and as important as your blood." 

"So do you...feed on your friends?"  

Damon's starting to put two and two together. The way Jan had wanted a turtleneck on during his photoshoot. The way Jure had put his photoshoot off for days claiming to be "sick." Were they covering for the bite marks, then?  

Bojan gets a slightly panicked look on his face, and it's Kris who answers.  

"Yes. With our consent," he reaches for Bojan's hand, squeezes it. "We trust him, and we know he'd never hurt us."

Bojan gives him a shy smile, thanking him for baking him up.  

And Damon thinks about that. How intimate they all are with each other. How clearly trusting the other boys are around him. He's been around them all, seen how they cuddle, how close they get to him, how none of them is scared. Remembers Bojan resting his head on their shoulders, or face-planting into their chest, realizing he must have been smelling them, hearing the blood pulse beneath their skin. And they hadn't skipped a beat, hadn't been scared for a single second. He's never seen them too-pale, ashen-faced, too drained of blood and energy to function. Clearly Bojan is careful, never takes too much, and they trust him.  

And he realizes he trusts him too.  

"Would you like to feed on me?" He asks.  

Bojan is obviously hesitant, his entire body stiffened, but Damon immediately adds "it's how a human shows trust, right? Letting you feed. I'd like to do that."  

"I - " Bojan is hesitant because he wants. He wants so much. He hadn't been lying, Damon smells so good. He's so drawn to him. He's thought more than once about that beautiful pale neck, about sinking his teeth into it. He’s salivating, savouring Damon’s taste just by smelling him from afar. 

"Kris should be there," he says finally. "Just in case. He knows what to do if I - if I lose control."  

"Are you likely to lose control?" Damon asks.  

"No," Kris says before Bojan can even open his mouth. "He's never lost control, not since I've known him."  

He can hear Damon's heart beating, so, so fast. He's nervous. But that heartbeat also calls to him, all that blood beneath the pale skin. He wants. He wants so much. He craves it. 

Bojan can feel his eyes changing colour and his fangs becoming sharper. He's struggling to control himself, but he manages to not jump on him right away. Damon’s sweater on him isn’t helping much his self-control. He focuses on Kris heartbeat, slower and more familiar, to keep him grounded. 

"It's better if you sit down on the couch. The first time can be overwhelming for both," he suggests.  

So Damon and he take place on the couch, Kris follows them, sitting behind Damon. He holds him, a comforting, warm, human touch.

"Do you want to know what you'll feel?" Bojan asks, looking the photographer in the eyes. 

One side of Damon wants to know it, so he can at least be prepared, but the other one doesn't. No, he wants to dive into those feelings, experience them without any anticipation. He then shakes his head.

"Where do you want to bite?" he asks then. 

Bojan's eyes, now as red as blood, lower and stop on his neck, so pale and so alluring. He feels like a moth attracted by the light of a lantern in the middle of a night without moon, so captivating but so dangerous at the same time.  

Kris notices Bojan’s look, where it’s laying, so he puts his hand in Damon's hair, tilting his head back for Bojan, an offering. His gesture is forceful but gentle at the same time. 

Bojan leans forward, closes his eyes and kisses Damon’s neck before sinking his fangs in his skin and then deep in his flesh. When the first drops of blood touch his tongue, he moans intensively. Damon's blood is so delicious, much more than what he expected. 

Without even realising Bojan straddles Damon's laps and pushes him until he's completely laying on Kris, the vampire on top of him. It feels like ecstasy. Bojan is so used to feeding on his friends that he forgot the pleasure of unknown blood running down his throat. The bond creating between the vampire and the human. The pure sense of trust of letting a creature like him taking away something so important. Damon's blood is singing to him and he could write both melody and lyrics based on what he's feeling in that moment.  

He’s too lost in it. He's drinking and drinking and it's addicting. Until Damon starts getting dizzy, eyes feeling closed, and it's Kris who warns him. 

"Bojči." Then, more firmly. "Bojan."  

And Bojan pulls away reluctantly, dazed, eyes a little glassy, panting with his mouth open and dirty with blood, that's also running down from his lips, dripping on Damon’s white t-shirt. 

"Fuck," he breathes. "Damon."  

Damon, half-dazed himself, looks up at Bojan, and he sees the fangs and the red eyes but all he can think is how beautiful Bojan looks. His perfect profile, those beautiful features, like something out of a novel, and the blood and the shadows just heighten it. He reaches a weak hand up, traces his cheek, murmurs a feeble "you're beautiful."  

Bojan leans forward then, licking the last drops from the wound, licking it closed, but then staying there, breathing in Damon's scent, placing a kiss where the wound had been. And when he moves away, so that he can look at Damon again, Damon's hand has found its way into his hair.  

And he doesn't know who moves first, but suddenly they're kissing. They're kissing and Damon is moaning and Kris is there, holding Damon, his hands find their way under Damon's t-shirt, tweaking a nipple, which makes Damon gasp into Bojan's mouth. 

Bojan breaks the kiss so reluctantly, resting his forehead against Damon's, murmuring "fuck" a second time. He wants, he wants everything.  

Vampires can give different types of bites. The ones given when the vampire wants only to feed are violent and brutal, but the ones given when a human offers his blood and shows his trust...well, those ones are truly intense and can cause great pleasure, both in the vampire and the human. 

Bojan notoriously has great self-control, but Damon is really testing his limits. He is scared but at the same time he wants to give in to his instincts, to the taste of pleasure he got from possessing Damon in that way. He wants to possess him totally, in every aspect. 

"Kris, I want more," he reverts to Slovenian, his mind is clouded and thinking in English is really hard. His voice sounds more like a growl. He raises his head to look Kris in the eyes. 

And Kris recognises the longing in Bojan's red eyes, the desire, the craving. He experienced on his own skin and body the frenzy that blood can cause on a vampire and on the human they feed on. 

Damon in the meantime starts kissing Bojan's neck. He wants him too, that bite made him feel all sorts of things, from deep pain to intense pleasure. He expected it to hurt, not to be aroused by it. 

Kris wants them too. Maybe it's a sick kink but observing Bojan feeding and moaning because of the blood always awakes something in him.  

Kris then kisses Bojan, his lips still dirty with blood, basically giving him the permission to continue what he was doing with Damon. 

Bojan grabs Damon’s face with a hand, gently diverting it from his neck, so he can kiss him on the lips deeply. His fangs touch slightly Damon’s lips, making him shudder intensively.  

They undress him, soon after their clothes end up on the floor too. Bojan kisses Damon all over his body, tasting his excitement and making him whimper. In those brief moments of clarity, Damon can see that Bojan and Kris are used to do this together, so he completely hands over the control to them. 

Oh, the sex with a vampire is even better than drugs. Bojan knows perfectly where and how to touch Damon to make him whimper and moan. He bites him in specific points on his body, liking the wounds right after to not make him bleed out.  

Kris joins barely, just to kiss Damon sometimes or to make Bojan tone down what he’s doing, to not make him completely give in to his instincts and do something he will regret.  

They all reach their climax at the same time, Kris almost untouched, the view of Bojan carnally possessing Damon was enough for him. They all collapse on the couch, panting and shaking because of the pleasure they just experienced. Damon’s body is covered in bitemarks. Bojan is on top of them, his head is on Damon’s chest, eyes closed. 

Kris starts running a hand through Bojan’s hair and plays with some of his strands. That simple gesture can make him calm down and relax after some intense emotions. Damon imitates Kris, still a bit hesitant. And Bojan begins purring, just like a cat. 

“Is-is he purring?” Damon asks, surprised. 

“Yes,” Kris giggles. “He loves when you touch his hair.” 

They keep cuddling Bojan as he slowly gets back from the high of the intercourse.  

“It was a photographer who turned me,” he suddenly talks. He decided to explain to Damon why he reacted in that way during their first photoshoot. “She approached me when I was barely 20. She bewitched me, oh-she was stunning, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 

“A photographer?” Damon asks. 

“Yes,” Bojan raises his head to look him in the eyes. He grabs one of his hands and intertwines their fingers. “She thought that I was the perfect muse for her work. She kept taking pictures of me for a couple of years, she fed on me, then turned me against my will, just because she wanted that my beauty lasted forever. Even turned I was helpless, I couldn’t escape, she had full control over me.”  

Damon gently caresses Bojan’s cheek, trying to comfort him. He can see the distress he’s feeling while telling him about his past. 

“You don’t have to tell me-” 

“I want to,” he interrupts him. “You trusted me, you showed it to me, and this is me showing you I trust you. The only people that know my story are my bandmates.” 

Damon nods slowly in response. Bojan is showing his other vulnerable side, the moment he lost his humanity to become a demon of the night, a monster that feeds on people to survive. Bojan then keeps telling him his story: how important he felt when he was with her, how he liked her attentions, how she basically tricked him into letting her feed on him and then turn him into this monster, how she dragged Kris into the picture and how they eventually escaped from her. 

"I killed her."

“You...killed her?” 

Bojan nods. “She was seriously threatening Kris. He is part of my nest, and no one can hurt him. So I snapped, she couldn’t control me anymore and I killed her. I don’t regret what I did, she deserved it.” 

Silence falls once again among them. Damon is clearly trying to process that piece of information. 

“Vampires are protective of their nest. They are social creatures, just like us humans, and they will do everything to protect the people they care about,” Kris explains.

“Am...am I part of this nest, now?” 

Bojan nods. “Yes. I know that we can't be always together, but I’ll make sure no one touches you,” he kisses Damon on the lips. “You accepted me for who and what I am. You are important to me.” 

[enstarsurbanfantasy]

ALKALOID Introduction - POV Aira

[Setting: Seisoukan, during Troublemakers, after helping Ra*bits and before meeting Crazy:B]

Hiiro, as it turns out, knows a lot about the supernatural community and simultaneously nothing at all.

"The village chief is in charge of appeasing the kamuy and sending them back to their realm, so I learned from nii-san. Our family has historically been able to see them, but nii-san does a lot more clearly than I do."

"We call that clear-sight," Aira says. They're both on Hiiro's bed, Aira sprawled over the edge of the mattress while Hiiro sits with perfect posture. Kazehaya-senpai has his bad knee elevated on his own bottom bunk while Ayase-senpai hunches over with a pillow on the floor, leaning on the side of his and Kazehaya-senpai's bunk in a pose that looks incredibly uncomfortable. "There are different degrees of it depending on people's sensitivity to magic and dimension boundaries, but most people can only see the human world. With clear-sight, humans are able to see through illusions and interact with the spiritual planes."

"You seem to know a lot about magic, Aira-san," Tatsumi-senpai's voice is warm, and Aira blushes.

"My father's family runs a shrine, so I grew up learning about it. But I take after my mother, soooo..." he trails off, wondering whether to share that piece of information.

"You're a snake spirit, right?"

Aira yelps, twisting his back and neck to face Hiiro in a move that would be impossible for a human. "How the hell--"

Hiiro tilts his head, that wide-eyed look on his face saying I have no idea what social norms in the city are. He gestures to Aira's body. "You just... feel like a snake. And I can see an afterimage of snake scales on you when you move."

And that would be the clear-sight, Aira sighs, resigned to Hiiro being able to see though all of his secrets. If Hiiro can see the true nature of someone on their skin, how much can Rinne Amagi?

"I'm a Melusine. My mother's entire family is, and the magic from my father's line-- they're descended from Takeminakata-- made it so that there was enough for me to manifest as a full-blood. "

"A Melusine," Tatsumi-senpai says, voice curling around the word like he's tasting it. "I don't know that one."

Everyone's eyes are on him now, and Aira wants to turn into his snake form and crawl into a pillowcase to avoid them. "They're from Europe... we're spirits of fresh water. Our top half is human and our bottom half is a snake, but we can use a fully human or snake form at will."

Oh, he really might succumb to temptation and hide in a blanket or something. Aira desperately reaches for something to divert the train of conversation.

"M-Mayo-san, you're magical too, right?"

Ayase-senpai squeaks. "Yeah... but I don't really want to talk about it..." he trails off into mumbles, and while Aira relates, it really doesn't help him avoid the incredibly embarrassing conversation. He's curious now though. What kind of creature is Ayase-senpai?

There's a lull, everyone deciding not to press, and Aira is just about to ask about Tatsumi-senpai's history when Hiiro's cell phone pings, and he announces: "It's from Tenshouin-senpai, about the DreFes," and everyone is distracted. This is their last chance to be idols!

[tokusaatsus]

Hello!! For the event, can I please ask a,b, and i for Aira, and Makoto?

SHIRATORI AIRA & YUUKI MAKOTO + A, B, I

warnings: none

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

Aira is extremely affectionate. He’s even the heart suit in his card-themed idol unit. After all, love is… Well, to put it simply, love is rave~ly! That’s basically his brand! Despite the fact that he’s not so keen on getting affection so much as he is on giving it, he does unconsciously crave human contact, so do expect to get a lot of touches from him. Simple yet intimate things, like hand-holding and back-hugging. Other things like kissing only come after time. He’s still figuring out a lot of stuff, so the line between platonic and romantic tends to blur quite a bit for him. But fear not. Aira is, at heart, someone with a lot of love to share, both with the world and with you.

Makoto’s a little awkward with his affection. He’s torn between wanting to shower you with love but at the same time, not wanting to be too much. He’s constantly overthinking, so it’s more than likely that you’re going to have to be the one who initiates the majority of the contact between you both. Once you make the first move, Makoto slowly loses his hesitancy and will gladly reciprocate. Even small things, like linking your pinkies together or tucking his hair behind his ear, is enough to get him all shy and flustered, which is cute. And those rare moments he does initiate affection? They are quite the turnaround from his usual personality, yet you still manage to find it adorable.

b = babe (what would they use as pet names? do they use them a lot?)

Aira’s choice of pet names are simple. Common things, but filled with meaning, like ‘babe’ or ‘love’. He’s not big on using them, to be honest. He’d much prefer saying your name, or otherwise using the prefix ‘my’, when referring to you. For example: my partner. My lover. That sort of thing. The other way around, however, is a completely different story. Using pet names on Aira? He’s done for. Simply saying the words ‘love’ and ‘Aira’ in the same sentence is enough to get him all flustered, so imagine how he feels when you say them right to his face. Aira, my sweetheart, my darling,  and suddenly he’s dead and gone. Error 404, Aira.exe has stopped working.

For Makoto, cheesy pet names are the way to go. He’s the kind of person to jokingly call you his ‘Player Two’ much to your surprise and embarrassment. He’s a little more confident in his words, when it’s just you and him–no one else watching–so he’s less hesitant to tease you. ‘Babe’ and ‘my love’ are just a few examples of common pet names he has for you. He’ll switch it up occasionally, just because he can, leaving you a flustered mess when he goes from calling you ‘cutie’ to calling you ‘my beloved’. Of course, when you turn the tables on him, it’s not so funny anymore. When you call him ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’, it’s a surefire shot straight through his heart!

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

For Aira, the word love comes as easy as breathing. He loves a lot of things, and he’s not afraid to show it. He loves idols, and he loves being an idol, and he loves his unitmates and friends… Even his catch-phrase contains the word ‘love’. Rave~ly! However, don’t be fooled. The moment Aira declares his love for you–confirming it with that three-word phrase that starts with ‘I’ and ends with ‘love you’–will most likely be entirely on accident. He’s so used to speaking his mind about all the things he loves (idols, being an idol, his roommates, his unitmates, Kohakucchi…) that it doesn’t occur to him to do anything different when he adds one more thing to the list (you).

With Makoto, saying the L-word takes a bit of time. He’s not one to needlessly spill his emotions out, a gushing waterfall of feelings. He prefers to let things take their own course, and then say what he needs to when the time is right. Makoto wouldn’t tell you he loves you unless he’s certain of the direction your relationship is going in. For one thing, if he says it too early, there’s a lot of pressure on the both of you–especially if you don’t reciprocate. But he also doesn’t want to say it too late, making you feel unloved. He’ll build off of what he already knows. Still, actions over words is what Makoto believes in, and when has he ever made you feel like he doesn’t love you?

notes!

WC: 780 words

reze txt hello hello !! here is ur aichan and ukki~ i hope u enjoy <33 !!

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 41

PREVIOUS || PT 7 CH41 || NEXT

PRESENT:

"...you know something...." His blue eyes that once full of tears become dull as he look at the false god setting upright on the sofa.

"Who knows~ do I 'know' or do I not..." Kanata said In a sing a song, trying to test the patient of the phantom without sense of fear.

"..." The phantom gaze at the false god who flick the strings that tries to held him --to give him answer--in a choke hold, the strings all turn into dust in his touch. Giggling as he stares at the anger in those blue eyes. Amused.

"ooohhh... Are you 'mad'? Good....good..." Kanata laughs as he stood up and give a side glance at the figure in the floor before he takes the doll off his arm. Kanata skip holding the almost finished doll.

"Im 'glad' I was the first one from all of us...." His emerald eyes shine in full of glee. "It's mean, I have watch and know everything unfold..." With a cryptic smile he disappears before everyone with a golden glow. "I was the one "trusted" unlike any of you..." Was his last words to DDs in the house.

".........." -mayoi.

"well now that's something new you don't see everyday." Rinne commented as he drink some soda. He was watching how it all unfold and damn was the drama legit.

"Did you get it recorded?" He sneakers as he whisper to aira. Who was recording everything. "N-no!!" aira lieds as he hide his phone.

"Don't be shy, share it to me later. MC will laugh at this once they come back. Gyahahaha." The monarch chuckle before he went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Tatsumi and hiiro went to comfort Mayoi who was not moving from his spot.

"Mayoi--" Tatsumi called out for the phantom but the said person disappear from where he was seating earlier to who knows where.

...

PAST: MC

You look at the old tojou who's sewing something. "Are you making a toy again?" You ask him as you yawn. "... Where you not the one who told me about this???" The old tojou tilt his head in worry and confusion about your reply.

"Greedy children gets punish." The visitor of the old man says as he look at you with aurora eyes. His fluffy hair bouncing around as he move.

"Do you know something about this?" The old tojou stared at his visitor, his very concern about your lack of memories as you start to look through some journals you found in your room.

"Wow those writing are so bad. Ahahaha ~" you chuckle not even able to read your own writing nor remember them.

"in some sense, yes..." The visitors nodded his head. "It has some bits of mine... And some other worldly beings'magic." To be able to grant wishes to that extent. It's a very much a huge fit. He thought.

"Hey, do you know? Some magic can be fueled by treasured memories. If you sacrifice some memories for a hint of magic, you got some cool stuff ya see..." He pointed out. He open his hand and a ice rose appear.

"It's something that long livid beings can use in their advantage yet a human like you did some thing like that... That other worldy being most have taken your memories instead than your lifespawn."

".... Kids those days are really concerning." The old tojou sigh. He give you two one more look before he went to return to what's his doing. "Hmm... How does this work." He start to trace the pattern you once given to him to the fabric.

Your focus is on the journal your read, more like looking at the pages. You saw an drawn image of a big house. Some happy people smiling.

Some funny scene and a portrait of different people in some angle, there some that's more than others. You can't read the names of those people but they look very good looking.

"ikemen..." The visitor who's looking at the drawing over your journal commented. "Those people most be in some false or click bait otome games or something. Ahaha." He pointed out.

"what's that?" You tilt your head in confusion. "Some games full of handsome lads. Out to get your money." He answers.

"Btw... You have some weird stuff inside of you.... Hmm... Your soul. It's barely there. Only a connection you have linked with someone, some people is the main reason that's making you live till this day. " He notice those as he come closer to you.

"Based on what I see... You only have a few years left." How odd. There's some hint of that thing that cause you to be in that state. That other worldly magic... Just what up with this kid.' he thought as he went back to his seat.

"that's very rude to say I'm going to die soon." You laughs not thinking much about it. But your words have shaken some fluffy creature and made some cries and worries for you.

"It's not that soon. As long you don't do anything dumb you'll live to see modern age." The visitor corrected you.

"hell na. And be called as a witch? No way." You laughs as you look at the work of the old tojou.

"Hey! your doing it wrong!" You don't know why you think so but you quickly taken the pattern from him and corrected the stitches. Doing the other side in one go and was about to finish it when a hand pulled your need away.

"That's weird." The visitor clearly notice how your lifespawn seems to decrease a bit when you sew that pattern. He wanted to see what's up with that as he rudely takes the pattern and did some sewing too.

He felt something being absorbed but it's not that much he should concern about. He did the final stitches as you did the rest before him. He look at the doll body that's faceless. It's like a rug doll but with beautiful and loved stitches.

"you kids have no respect for this one." The old tojou who saw you two have taken his job for him can only sigh in disappointment for the new generation. "Is that it?" He pointed at the doll. "What's the next step then."

"who is to test it out with." The visitor stares at the fluffy creatures that's all surrounding you all. They all look fearfully at the doll body as it's something unknown and off to them. It was weird and scary for some.

" Ok jump to My hand if you wanna." They added and from all the fluffy only one jumps without fear to your hand instead of the visitor hand. It is as the blue with hint of green one. "Those fluffy thing sure is based." The visitor commented as he sigh.

"cutie." You give a soft kiss to the courageous fluffy who's willing to do it before the others. The little creature jumps up and down in a slow motion in Glee at your words before you put him close to the doll body.. gesturing him to go on and soon he jumps into the doll. You stared as he taken over the doll with a soft blue-green like the sea that reflect the never ending sky.

An image of blue haired who's familiar yet not comes in mind

"... My beloved dollmaker... I'll accompany and assist you till the end..." You heard a soft voice as you close your eyes from how bright it was. Once you open them, a beautiful blue haired stranger with jellyfish like hairstyle. His emerald eyes that's stares at you with admiration and happiness.

"Kanata Shinkai... You can "call" me Kanata." He introduced himself as he found himself use to be able to speak finally. He who watches you since the beginning with everyone else. Cannot help but smiles so warmly and sweetly at you, his "glad" to take the first step than others.

[aeoki]

Grand Slam - Blue Requiem: Chapter 7

Location: Yumenosaki Grounds (Sports Festival) Characters: Tomoya, Sora, Aira & Hitsugi

Hitsugi: In any case, there is a legend about that “bad thing” on this land.

Perhaps they wanted to hide the shady history of the persecution done by those people, but there are almost no official records of it. Stories, folklore, rumours…

In other words, those traces are still drifting in this land in the form of a ghost story.

Tomoya: So, you’re investigating the Seven Mysteries because…

Hitsugi: Oh, I’m not that interested in the “bad thing”. What I want to know is the history behind it.

It doesn’t seem completely unrelated. Actually, it might be deeply connected, so I’m digging into that as much as I can.

Aira: Digging into that? What have you been talking about?

Hitsugi: Fufu. Once I’ve finished with my research and I’ve gained a perfect understanding, I’m thinking of telling you guys properly.

Well, I’ll tell you what I’m allowed to – If I’m still alive then.

Tomoya: Ahaha, are you planning on dying or something?

Hitsugi: …The “bad thing” possesses humans, causes them to lose their sanity and they are then tainted with evil.

The possessed human is controlled by hatred, jealousy and other negative emotions.

And their personality transforms into something like a monster. In other words, they turn into a bad person.

That’s probably why it’s called the “bad thing”.

Aira: …………

(H-How do I put it, it’s kinda creepy… He’s just talking about something ambiguous, something that’s impossible and ridiculous.)

(He… This Kurone person is talking like “that” actually existed, so it makes me want to believe him and that’s scary.)

(What’s this “bad thing”? Does it really…?)

Hitsugi: There is only one method to get rid of the “bad thing”. You know what that is, right, Harukawa-san?

Sora: HaHa~♪ Yes because Sora read the ancient texts in the “Secret Underground Archive”!

Hitsugi: The “Secret Underground Archive”, huh… I was interested in it, but the security was so tight, I couldn’t get near it.

Sora: HiHi~♪ The room located deeply underground is difficult to break into in the first place, but that’s why Master~ made sure to defend it with magic in the name of modern science~

Normally, no one can enter~ Even if they did, they would only reach the “secret room”?

Tomoya: Why does our school have a suspicious secret room?

Hitsugi: Right~? It’s a “mystery”, isn’t it? ♪

Once I reach the truth, I’m sure it will connect to something, though.

Sora: HuHu~♪ If there’s something you wanna know, you can just ask Master~?

Master~ is a fortune-teller of destiny, a magician and an idol who will resolve everyone’s problems! If you’re really in a bind, Sora is sure he’ll help you~♪

Hitsugi: Hmm~ I’ve talked to your master – that Sakasaki person – a few times, but he dodged my questions.

He definitely knows something. How frustrating.

Sora: Hm~? If Master~ didn’t tell you anything, then maybe it’s something you’re not supposed to know?

Hitsugi: And who decides that?

Anyway, umm, I’ll go back to what I was talking about. Wait, what was I talking about?

Sora: How we can get rid of the “bad thing”?

Hitsugi: That’s right! It’s really simple! We just have to spread positive emotions and make them overflow so much, it blows away the negative emotions the “bad thing” has planted itself in!

Tomoya: Positive emotions…?

Hitsugi: Joy, love and happiness! Positive and correct feelings that are common in those sorts of stories!

Aira: I don’t think feelings are correct or bad, though… Bad feelings or a sense of inferiority can give you strength.

I think those are the kinds of feelings that were demanded of us back in the summer. We needed passion that would inspire us and make us bounce back from a difficult situation.

Sora: No one is denying those negative feelings, of course~ It’s just that we need those feelings if we’re going to get rid of the “bad thing”.

It’s not about what’s good or bad, but what’s positive or negative.

Or like, pouring water into hot water to cool it!

HeHe~♪ Sora isn’t good at explaining things~

Tomoya: No, I kinda get what you mean. Even if a performer cannot completely copy something, they’ve got to read between the lines in order to gain an understanding.

Put simply, the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” is a ceremony for that, right?

Aira: W-What? Wow, Mashiro-senpai, you can actually keep up with what they’re saying.

It just sounded like gibberish to me from the beginning!

Tomoya: I’ve only got a small gist of it, though. I just connected the words Kurone and Harukawa said in my head.

I’m just an average person who can’t do anything on his own, so I decided that the least I could do is make sure I listen to what the amazing people around me are saying.

I’ll learn from there and through that, I can grow. Maybe it’s because amazing people act on logic that sounds illogical to a normal person, but it seems they yearn for someone to talk to.

When I’m listening to what they’re saying attentively, they get really happy.

It looks like I quite enjoy making others happy like that.

Aira: Ohh. As I thought, you really are an idol, Mashiro-senpai ♪

Tomoya: Ahaha. Oh, gosh~ I just can’t help but pretend to say cool things. Just forget it, it’s embarrassing.

Hitsugi: No, no. I thought it was splendid. You have my respect, Mashiro-san.

No. Idols who can evoke that sort of positive emotion in others are truly the ultimate weapon that we need to erase the “bad thing”.

No, umm, it’s possible they were someone like a shrine maiden. Until then, idol training schools didn’t exist at all in Japan, so maybe that’s the reason why they built one on this land.

Maybe that’s why they opened Yumenosaki.

Tomoya: Oh, so this used to be a school that trained shrine maidens who specialised in exterminating evil spirits. Wow, I didn’t know that.

Hitsugi: That sounds like what someone who doesn’t believe me would say ♪

Sora: HoHo~♪ It looks like a lot of the old events back then were held to get rid of the “bad thing” on this land. They held those sorts of ceremony-like events.

That includes both “The Shooting Star Festival” and the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”, of course.

Back then, it seems they started calling a local festival that had nothing to do with the school a sports festival, but that was one of the ceremonies too.

Spreading sparkling, positive feelings the “bad thing” hates in the sky, the ocean and on land.

Even during a vague period like the war, it seems they did flashy things in the “Sky Category” by having planes flown and releasing fireworks into the sky?

There aren’t that many records of this, though.

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[valeriele3]

Everything I've compiled into my brain so far (Not properly arranged & I might have missed a lot)

All the other au's are connected and there is a space where you can see the different aus with little decorations/knick knacks that matches the world

CH au has a loop

CB's world is basically a self-aware au gone wrong

Noir flowers bloom from noir hearts of hundreds of faes and is a very potent poison to light faes

Purified noir flowers can grant you a wish and the wish doesn't expire a.k.a if you can't think of a wish at the moment you can use it in the future

Normal people/fae cannot enter the forest. The only exceptions are if you have a pure heart or part of both dark and light fae

If you enter a noir will crystalize and the forest will eat you alive and turn you into fertilizer for the flowers

MC and Wataru are very long longgg distanced cousins

MC only exists rn because of the wish of the old faes and it is said that the core fae is the solution to surviving the "catastrophe"

MC's parents didn't want their child to be used as a tool and want to save MC, MC is then put to sleep in a forest(The forest full of noir flowers) made to protect them until the time comes for MC to wake up. (Aira is the one who woke MC up)

When Aira woke MC up MDD Aira was in control/possessed CH Aira

Even though asleep, MC can somewhat interact with the world. MC is the invisible audience that leaves daises or letters for Wataru a.k.a Wataru's first fan is MC

When MC/the invisible audience suddenly disappeared Wataru decided to search for them and found Aira coming out of the forbidden forest with MC

It was here that Wataru decided to "adopt" MC and made MC his cousin

1st and 2nd core fae had a ability of time and space. MC the third core fae has both

Before Kohaku and MC even met, he had a dream of saving someone from falling. We see this happening when MC got sent to the human world and Kohaku catches MC

Wayyy before MC was sent to the human world to collect crystal hearts MC made a ton of candies/sweets for Aira which caused Aira to ask his online friends if they want it. There was so much in fact that his friends started thinking he was selling drugs from how often he asked

Aira then delivered most the candies to Kohaku since Kohaku likes/loves sweets. Over time Kohaku started falling for this mysterious friend(MC) his friend(Aira) had.

Since this is getting too long and all imma cut it off after a few more numbers

The oracles the old fae got is from a dream

In Distorted Party, we see two guys arrive in certain location, admiring an old city, an ancient place. The two guys are Aira and Kohaku and I'm guessing the old city is where the old fae used to live/stay

We see a line "We still have to enter some old fools dreamy-dream". Old fools = Old fae. And the enter some old fools dreamy dream..Could that mean that they'll enter the old faes dream quite literally? Or they could mean the "oracle" since the old faes got the oracle from a dream

If we were to go back near the start (I think chapter 6?) we'll see a static/glitched out post. There are 3 in total and the one talking is most likely Aira

Aira has different nicknames. Ai-Ai for normal Aira and Air-pyon for MDD Aira since MDD Aira would sometimes astral dream(?) into CH au

In Distorted Party Picture/banner there's an alt text. I'm guessing the "Self destruction Left nothing but pain Wish upon a flower Nothing is gain" Is referring to MC trying/wanting to self destruct to save everyone. "Left nothing but pain" might be referring to MC wanting to self destruct again orrr the result of CB's destruction. CB left nothing but pain in his wake. "Wish upon a flower" is referring to when MC made Aira a flower crown made out of purified noir flowers which allows you to make a wish. "nothing is gain" im not that sure about this one

"Shall we form this distorted party and change what is written" Does that mean that they want to rewrite fate? To change the future that has been set for them?

[tatsumi-harem-chronicles]

magical girl au in my brain…. the first time hiiro and aira meet, its entirely by coincidence, though perhaps its fate’s design— a witch descends upon the mall complex aira’s in, pulling a good amount of people into its labyrinth, and right as aira’s about to die to one of the witch’s familiars, hiiro swoops in and dices it to pieces

hes only there to find rinne and for no other reason. expecting his brother to show up soon, rather than defeat the witch itself, hiiro simply protects the witch’s victims, hinging on rinne to show up and save the day and then hiiai kiss or something i didnt get far

[1]snkdbf to hiiro’s surprise, rinne does not show up to aira’s, neither do any magical girls its been a couple of days, and hiiro’s very visibly pushed to his psychological limit with keeping the humans he could find from killing each other (or themselves). in this time, he and aira talk — aira learns of hiiro’s desire to “destroy all magical girls” and hiiro learns of aira’s love for magical girls. they obviously start off on the wrong feet but fighting for your life will very quickly acquaint you with your allies so they cope, with aira placating the other people he’s with and hiiro handling matters of protection and resource allocation (they need to Eat and Drink Water after all </3)

except in all this time, the witch has only become stronger and stronger. hiiro’s back-up plan for escape falls through when he can no longer find an appropriate ‘exit’ to the labyrinth, and the witch’s familiars are only becoming stronger, smarter, and more cunning, and the psychological influence of the witch unnerves the victims hiiro is protecting, though aira is immune due to the latent well of magic within him. on top of all this, after cutting down a familiar that nearly does another human in, hiiro’s subjected to his hubris in the form of corruption rendering him immobile from an internal magic tug-of-war, trying to keep himself from becoming a monstrosity with the belief that he could be a danger to the rest of them, hiiro opts to kamikaze it and kill the witch with the resulting explosion when he turns, except aira offers to form a contract with him and then hiiai kiss again or something eccentric party night suddenly popped in my head

hiiai kiss so real

their transformation sequence should involve kissing /j specifically because of this au i started watching futari wa precure research purposes bdjdbfjf after defeating the witch, they learn the reason why neither rinne nor any magical girls showed up, and its because rinne fought off every magical girl from interfering, hoping to pressure hiiro into thinking of the victims’ sakes first before rinne’s didn’t work of course but hiiro and aira forming a contract is Also a satisfactory conclusion to his gamble, and thus rinne allows himself to be arrested and taken away by the Magical Girl Police (akatsuki?) before hiiai can get their bearings post-witch-defeat

[anon1]LMAOOO magical girl police 😭😭😭

[anon2]i can believe magical girls but I draw the line at rinne willingly giving himself up to law enforcement /j

HAHAHSISHKDJFF he doesnt go without a fight i assure you but kuro slaps him across the face and rinne goes down easy

[ninas-gf]

OK someone already told u abt rei sakuma but thats unfortunately not enough information for my favorite babygirl old man eichi's divorcee #3 . hes one of the most senior idols in ensemble square and one of its most skilled (this can be said for all the eccentrics really but it's important to rei in particular) because he DOES act like a 60-year-old teenager inflicted with vampirism (hes iron-deficient he told me himself and its implied heavily its a hereditary disease that passes thru the family) . hes eichi's perfect parallel, as i mentioned that eichi is the leader of heaven who brought nothing but war and pestilence upon yumenosaki, while rei is known for beinh the leader of demons, when in truth, it has been his guiding force and kindness that has thrown yumenosaki from the disrepair the war brought unto it. also in ensemble sqaure theyre roommates with aira and have a completely useless separator between their beds and generally just try to fuck shit up for one another.

now before i go on about rei i need you to remember that aira is an idol otaku first and a human second. imagine. imagine you are aira. you get your room assignments and you find out youre not only bunking with eichi fucking tenshouin the literal OWNER of ENSEMBLE SQUARE (who he may have sold himself to so or so but MOVING ON) and rei sakuma, one of the MOST POWERFUL and FAMOUS in the idol industry. safe to say aira probably definitely fainted a few times. over and over again.

ANYWAY BACK TO REI . hes like a little skrunkly. hes going thru so many things but most of them is because he really needs to lighten the weight on his shoulders! so much of everyone has been relying on him, and it's reduced his personality and character so much that he's turned into the very meaning of his name: zero. anyway they resolved this in ! era but of course !! makes everything worse and better so it never actually ended. as for his relationship with ritsu, he really really loves ritsu a lot and he cares about him immensely while ritsu told eichi rei was abusing him so he'd get more treats so i suppose that is an accurate parameter of their relationship. they get better tho. also ritsu and eichi are friends-ish! i'll talk abt this in another ask brb

someone just told me about the roommate thing and i find it so funny SKKSKSNSNSJ

also… you know how i feel when characters parallel each other… and act as foils with each other… UGH it never gets old, it’s never boring

rei definitely deserves better though 😭

[procrastinatingsapphictrash]

Like mother, like daughter

Word count: 1568

Genre: Angst but happy end

Pairing: Agatha x (adoptive) daughter!reader

Warnings: Cursing (let me know if I need to add any)

Request: I have a request for an Agatha Harkness x daughter!reader if that's okay? Basically Agatha is trying to help Reader with her magic, but something goes wrong and Agatha gets mad about it. Reader gets emotional and runs away. Agatha realizes her mistake, and how similar her actions had been to her own mothers, and goes to find Reader, maybe at the local park, possibly finding her asleep. Agatha then takes reader home and she swears not to be anything like her mother when it came to raising reader. As she fears it can lead her to possibly losing them.

Summary: Agatha loses her temper at you so you run off for alone time while she realizes how badly she messed up.

A/n: Thanks anon for this request, it was really cool! I wrote most of this late at night though so hopefully it doesn’t have too many mistakes and isn’t too bad. Okay I hope you all enjoy!

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?” Agatha screams at you, dragging you inside the house by your arm.

“It was an accident!” you tell her, trying not to cry.

“An accident that can not happen!” she yells. “What is wrong with you, I taught you better than this.”

A sob breaks free from your lips. “Please, Agatha, mum, please I’m sorry.”

“Don’t call me that right now.” she says sharply.

“Mum?” you ask, softly, not sure that’s what she meant.

“Not right now, I can’t handle that.”

“I’m sorry, it will never happen again!” you promise, tears starting to run down your face.

“I don’t care about that,” she tells you, “you’ve already messed up and almost completely blew our cover here in Westview. Do you understand how big of a deal that is? You should be able to control your powers by now, you are not a child.”

“I know, I’m-”

“If I hear you say sorry one more time I’m going to make sure you can’t speak for the rest of the week.” she interrupts. “Go to your room, I need time to fix your mistake.”

“But-”

“Go to your room Y/n.”

You nod meekly and turn to leave the room. You’ve never seen her so angry before, never directed at you at least. You know you messed up and lost control of your magic but it was an accident, you thought she would be annoyed for sure but you assumed that she would try to help you, not yell. Evidently you were wrong though.

As soon as you get to your room you throw yourself on the bed and curl into a ball, wrapping your arms around your body as tightly as you can. Everything she said hurts but her not allowing you to call her mum is the one that hurts the most. Because you can sort of understand why she’s mad because you did mess up but you didn’t think that calling her mum was conditional. She had always been there for you, ever since your birth parents had died when you were barely old enough to remember and you consider her your mum, even if it isn’t anything official.

You sob at the thought of her hating you now. The entire house seems to suffocate you with her magic, unnoticeable to a regular human but unbearable to you. It reeks of disappointment and you watch from the widow as she swirls her magic around, cleaning up the mess you made and keeping the citizens of the town far away. You don’t understand why protecting this town is so important to her but she’s made it clear that whatever the reason it may be, it is more important to her than you.

You watch as the mess disappears, the fences fixed and the magic swirling in the air gone. Slowly the people unpause like nothing happened and things resume to normal. She comes back inside and you think about what to say if she comes to talk to you. You don’t know how to act, she’s never been this mad at you before, although you haven’t messed up your magic this much before so you have nothing to compare it to.

You don’t think you can stand to see her that angry and disappointed again and you don’t want to talk to her. As silently as you can you move across your room and open the window, cringing as it makes a loud squeaking noise. You slide one leg out and then the other so you’re sitting on the ledge awkwardly before looking to make sure no one is coming. Once you’re absolutely sure the coast is clear (you do not need to be in even more trouble for accidentally revealing magic to someone in the town) you slowly float down until you land softly one the lawn.

The park is only a few minutes walk away so it doesn’t take long to run there. In the back there is a group of trees that will help hide you from view so you immediately go there, leaning up against one of them, your knees pulled up to your chest, thinking about everything.

You don’t know what you would do without Agatha. She’s the only parental figure you know and it’s not like you have any friends to turn to. Being a witch isn’t exactly a great way to fit in and you move around far too much to get attached to anyone anyways. You can only hope that she continues teaching you magic and control and doesn’t decide that you’re not good enough for it anymore.

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She waits a few seconds after she knocks on your door only to hear no response.

“Y/n?” she calls, waiting a few seconds again. There’s still no response. Slowly she pushes the door open, only to find you gone and the window wide open. She rushes to the edge but it’s no use, you aren’t within sight to her.

She thinks about why you would have done that and ashamedly realizes it’s entirely her fault. You have always been a great daughter who listens and tries hard. If she hadn’t yelled at you then you would be here and happy but instead she had to mess everything up. Your mistake wasn’t that bad, and even if it was she shouldn’t have yelled. Her silent promise to herself had always been to be a better mother than hers ever was and she had failed, badly.

“You have failed me once again.”

“I am sorry mother.”

“You apologies are worthless without change.”

“I will change mother, give me time.”

“You have one more chance. Disappoint me again and you will not like the consequences.”

Agatha remembers with great clarity the exact words said between her and her own mother, the moment she vowed to never do the same. Perhaps she has more in common with her mother than she once thought. She knows that although she probably has already acted like her mother a lot, the one thing she can do is try to right her wrongs and apologize. With that in mind, she floats out of the window, determined to find you as soon as possible.

It’s not hard. The town isn’t very big and you love nature, find it calming, so it was easy to narrow down her search to the park before spotting you by the trees. She approaches you slowly, feeling surprisingly nervous, less like a mother and more like a child who accidentally scribbled all over the walls.

“Y/n?” she asks softly and you spin to face her, your eyes wide and unsure. She feels her heart break a little, knowing her actions caused your slight distrust.

“Agatha.” you greet, trying to keep your voice level. Once again she feels a tug at her heart. You’ve almost only called her mum for years so using Agatha is a deliberate choice because she told you not to call her mum.

“Sweetheart, will you come home so we can talk?” she asks.

“I’d prefer to talk here if that’s okay.” you respond. At least in public she can’t yell at you.

“Of course,” she says, “whatever makes you comfortable.”

You give her a tiny smile. She doesn’t seem mad like before. You want to protect your heart but you can’t help but hope that she’s not mad at all anymore.

“I came here to apologize for the way I treated you. It wasn’t okay and I shouldn’t have yelled, it was a simple mistake, an accident and it wasn’t your fault.” she tells you and you smile a little bit more, still hesitant. “You shouldn’t have to be afraid of making mistakes around me, I know what it’s like from my own mother and I never want our relationship to be the same as mine was with her.”

“Can I still call you mum?” you ask and she nods. You still look so small and hesitant, like you can’t believe she’s being nice to you again so she moves closer and gently wraps her arms around you. Even during normal times she isn’t usually affectionate so at the feeling of her hug small tears slip out of your eyes until it builds and you’re sobbing in relief.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, so sorry.” she whispers into your ear. “I love you and even if I’m upset I will always be your mum and I will always do my best to protect you too.”

“I love you too mum.” you tell her. “And for the record I think that you are nothing like your mother.”

She feels a warm feeling in her chest, one of happiness. She may not be perfect but she was trying and you were here and you were her daughter. She knows that she’ll probably still have a lot to do to get you to fully trust her again, to feel one hundred percent safe, but for now it is enough to simply comfort you, and to comfort herself. Today was the closest she’d come to losing you and the scariest, she saw a part of herself she wishes didn’t exist and everything was nearly her fault. She hugs you tighter, making sure that it was real and you were here.

“Can we go home now?” you ask.

She smiles at your use of the word home. “Of course.”

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[of-elves-and-mad-hatters]

“The Azure Sky” - Chapter 10

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Shadows to the Brightest Flame: Series

- The legacy of Lumia’s influence is scarred eternally into the lands of Elvendale. Burdened by a prophecy foretelling her demise and need for a successor, she watches for one capable of such power. Yet her enemies are working steadily to undo all she’s labored so long for, and it is millenia too late to make peace. 

Emily Jones, heir to Eimileen, is a bold girl dedicated to protecting Elvendale, but the world she has grown so fond of is not so black and white as it seems, and the titles of Guardian of Portal and Guardian of Light may hold darker legacies some ancient elves have worked tirelessly to hide. 

In conjunction with the extended version of the Guardian of Light prophecy I wrote previously

Basically a rewrite of all of the Lego Elves & Secrets of Elvendale storylines with an additional arc beyond the Season 4: Into the Shadows. There will be a varying degree of deviation from canon.

Technically a crossover with Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Silmarillion in terms of worldbuidling, as I set Elvendale as being north of Middle-Earth, cause this is fanfic and I can. So there will be mentions of the Noldor, Sindar, Silvan, and some Tolkien characters, but they will be mostly background. Definitely not an issue if you aren’t familiar with the Middle-Earth fandom; everything will still be easy to understand. 

Book 1: The Azure Sky

Grieving over the unexpected death of her grandmother, Emily Jones is accidentally trapped in another world. Befriending a few young elves in an attempt to find her way home, Emily discovers many secrets about her grandmother’s past, but for every truth she learns two more questions take its place, leaving her vulnerable to darker force inhabiting this realm. 

A rewrite of Unite the Magic

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

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Chapter 10

Aira holds out the ragged map, frowning. “We’ll have to go back to the ship.”

“What? Why?” Farran inquires.

The air elf rolls the map back up, sighing. “The next key is far up the Drevklan Mountains. We’ll need to get more supplies, and some cold weather clothing. The trek will probably take a few days there and back, if not longer. The location of the key is beyond where I’ve traveled in the past.” 

Naida nods. “Alright, but there’s no reason for all of us to go. Make up a list and Farran and Azari will go back to get the supplies. Scout out a site for a suitable base camp, and Emily and I will buy some extra food for the journey back at Johnny’s bakery, and walk to Urilis to find some suitable clothes for her too.” 

The air elf finds that agreeable, and sets out north. Emily watches her disappear in the distance. The mountains are taller than anything she’s seen in her life; they are sharp, jagged peaks breaking up the sky. And the sky hanging over them isn’t blue, but bears the same hues of grey and purple that color the mountains. There’s a slight haze there too, not enough to be a fog or even a mist, just a slight blur in some areas. Places Emily has to blink a few times to get her eyes to focus. 

Farran accepts his job more relunctly, though his grumbing has more to do with his partner than his task. Naida manages to shoo the earth and fire elves off, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Naida never considered sarcasm to have a place in her decorum.

The water elf turns to Emily, smiling gently. “Urisil is around two miles from here through the grove,” she gestures westward, where the human notices a cobblestone road peeking through the edge of the trees. “Are you up to going now, or do you need to rest a while longer?”

Emily nods. “I’m alright, we can go.”

“Good. We’ll stop at the bakery on the way back. Everyone should be back here by nightfall.” She waits for Emily to catch up with her, and leads them steadily down the trail. 

Naida’s pace isn’t brisk, but not noticeably slow, either. She seems to sort of slide across the ground, barely letting her weight rest on her feet. Emily’s quiet steps seem suddenly loud in comparison. She tries to move more softly, but without success. She ends up sticking her hands in her pockets and looking down at the ground.

“Oh, Emily?”

“What?”

Naida gestures towards her face. “Your ears. You should cover them while we’re in the village. It wouldn’t be wise to spread the news of a human wandering around this far north.”

Emily reaches up and undoes her braid, smoothing sections over her ears and the sides of her face. “Better?”

“Yes, that will be fine.”

They walk along, Emily tapping her fingers nervously. “Do you think they did the right thing?”

The water elf looks at her quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think the five sisters did the right thing by opening the portal to the human realm?”

“I…” Naida looks away, “I really don’t know. Like I had said before, I think Nuala regrets it, but I don’t know if she does because creating the portal itself was a bad thing, or because of the elves’ reaction to them doing it.” 

“But what do you think?”

“I honestly do not know enough to have an opinion.”

Emily swallows. “But ever since I got here you’ve been focused on nothing but getting rid of me.”

Naida’s eyes open wide. “Just because I am aware of how some elves perceive humans does not mean I share their views. All I’m trying to do is get you back home safely; do you really think I just want to get rid of my cousin that I’ve barely had the chance to met?”

Emily stills. “I didn’t think of it that way.” A smile flickers on her face. “We are cousins, aren’t we? I mean technically second cousins but still…” She looks around at the forest, at the glimmering leaves, and breathing the air that tastes almost sweet. There’s a kind of energy throughout it all, one that weaves itself through the trees and the ground and deep into her bones. “I can’t believe there was this whole other part of my heritage, family, part of me that I never knew about.”

Naida frowns, considering. “Do you not want to go home?”

“No, I do, it’s just…I don’t know how I can leave this all behind. To just leave and pretend it never happened. I don’t think I could live with that either…” Emily sighs. “I don’t know. I’m overwhelmed trying to wrap my head around all of this, of elves and portals being real and my grandmother having kept so many secrets from me when I thought we were so close…and having a cousin who can manipulate the ocean with her mind.” The girl smiles at that last statement. 

Naida smiles in return. She walks over and drapes her arm over Emily’s shoulder. “We’ve still got one key left to find, and the location of the portal after that. And when we’ve made it that far we’ll figure out the next step, and the next, and we’ll do what we can to make sure you don’t have to choose because this realm and the one you came from.”

Emily leans into the embrace. “Thank you,” she whispers. 

And they keep holding on to each other the rest of the way to Urisil. 

[galactic-magick]

Remember Me: Agnes/Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request: Ok so I have this idea for a wandavision fic. Agatha had a wife prior to westview, and the wife comes looking for her and gets zapped into the hex. The wife loses all memories prior to westview so when she sees Agnes for the first time she’s like head over heels in love with her all over again. Agnes of course absolutely recognizes her and remembers everything and decides to woo her wife into marrying her again. Of course shenanigans ensue. Also Agatha doesn’t want to just give her wife’s memories back cause she wants to protect her. I also think the wife’s personality is pretty opposite to Agnes’s, I see her as more quite and innocent, but still bubly and positive. I know this is a lot lol but I just think it would make a great fanfic!

Summary: You and Agatha have been married for years, but a rough fight causes you to take a break for a while. When you’re ready to try again you go looking for her, but accidentally get sucked into the hex in the process and lose all your memories.

Words: 3.6k+

Warnings: spoilers, some angst

Author’s Notes: This fic got pretty long cuz I just kinda ran with this amazing idea, hope you enjoy! 

Taglist: @nyx-aira @midnight-lestrange @thestrangeundoing @dreamydanvers @sleep-deprived-athlete @dr-robotnik-said-hella @fallingfor-fics @p-nymph​ @thelanawinterrs​ @sunproud

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You feel…lost.

It’s as if something was at the tip of your tongue, something extremely important was on your mind a few minutes ago, but you can’t think of it for the life of you.

You’ve always struggled with directions, so you know you probably took a wrong turn. You remember driving into a town called Westview, and you’re pretty sure you’re here now, but your mind feels fuzzy. You can’t recall anything that happened to you before driving here. Your body feels like it got ripped apart and put back together, if that’s even possible.

You try your best to shrug off your concerns, and you start to feel more and more at home here. You know what, you have been here your whole life. You grew up here, you have friends here, and you never want to leave.

Despite that, though, you have no idea where your house is. You drive around, searching for anything that looks familiar, to no avail.

You see a woman picking some flowers outside, so you pull over and get out to talk to her.

“Good afternoon!” you wave. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Y/N,”

“Hello!” she smiles. “I’m Wanda. Are you one of my neighbors?”

“Oh, um, yeah! I’m in the neighborhood,” you nod. “Those flowers are beautiful. Is there a special occasion?”

“Yes, actually! It’s me and my husband’s anniversary today! I’m planning a romantic evening to surprise him when he gets home. One of my other neighbors gave me some ideas and tips,” she laughs. “Oh there she is again!”

You turn around to look at the house next door, and see the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen in your life. There’s something familiar about her, like a distant memory. She waves at Wanda, but when she sees you she stares. She can’t take her eyes of you, like she’s seeing a ghost.

“Agnes! Come here a second!” Wanda calls her over. “This is Y/N, she also lives around here. Have you met?”

“Oh…”

She’s wearing a gorgeous yet simple plaid dress, and her smile is captivating. There’s a gleam in her eyes that’s magical, and you find yourself falling a little too hard for someone you just met. You’re not usually the type to lay your heart down so quickly, but something about her is different.

“Oh, no! I don’t think we have!” Agnes snaps out of her trance and shakes your hand. “I’m Agnes,”

“Y/N,”

“Lovely to meet you,” she momentarily turns her attention back to Wanda. “Now, is there anything else you need for tonight? Extra candles, more magazines, makeup?”

“Some more candles would be amazing, thank you,”

“Great, I’ll drop them off in a bit,” Agnes glances at you again. “Would you like me to walk you home, darlin?”

“Sure,” you start walking together down the sidewalk. “I’m sorry if this is weird, but I feel like I know you from somewhere,”

“Do you now?”

“Maybe you just have one of those faces,” you sigh. “Anyway, I honestly can’t remember where my house is. I’ve always been bad with directions,”

“Did you just move here recently?”

“Maybe?” you scratch your head. “I…think I’ve always been here, but maybe I left and came back. Is it weird that I can’t remember?”

“Not at all,” she smiles. “Is this it?”

You look, and there’s a house just a few down from Wanda’s that you can almost swear wasn’t there before. But it looks like home, it looks familiar.

“Yes! This is it!” you race up to the door, and find a key that fits perfectly in your pocket. “How’d you know this was mine?”

“I just had a feeling,” she says.

“Well, thank you very much,” you reply, about to close the door.

“Wait,”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to get some ice cream tomorrow?”

You nod, a bit surprised she’s so interested in you, “Sure,”

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 You meet up again at the ice cream parlor the next day, and you’re shocked when you get there that Agnes has already ordered your favorite, and a couple scoops are in your grasp within a few minutes.

You sit down together and start eating it, “How’d you know this was my favorite?”

“Oh…um, you just seem like that kind of gal?” she takes a spoonful of her own.

When you’re both done, you take a walk around town, waving to other people you think you’ve seen in the neighborhood. It feels a little strange that you’re hanging out with Agnes for hours as if you’ve been friends for years, but at the same time it feels so right. It’s almost like she knows everything about you already, yet everything is still a mystery.

Later in the afternoon you attend the talent show together, and you find yourself laughing especially at Wanda and her husband Vision’s performance. Some of their tricks fool you enough into thinking they might be real, but how could they be? Magic is all just a trick on the eyes, isn’t it?

You say goodbye to everyone and turn in for the night, and you have a strange dream.

Agnes is there, but she looks different. Older? Younger? You’re not sure.

She smiles at you, and takes your face in her hands. She presses a kiss to your lips, and doesn’t let you go until you can’t breathe.

You continue to see snippets of you and her together, each time in a different place, maybe even a different era. You’re happy, it seems, the love is deep and strong, something so good you didn’t think it could exist.

Until the last one.

You’re yelling at each other, but you can’t make out the words, not even your own. You can almost feel tears streaming down your cheeks, and Agnes takes her bags and leaves. You fall on the couch, completely miserable. You can’t tell what happened, but the aching in your chest is enough to tell it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced.

When you wake up the next morning, you don’t remember anything.

 -

 The world is now in color, but you honestly can’t recall what it looked like yesterday, so it doesn’t seem strange to you.

You get a call from Wanda telling you she’s pregnant, and you congratulate her excitedly. She asks you to keep it under wraps except for close friends, which makes sense since it’s so early on.

Even though you have plenty of time before the baby arrives, you decide to go out to the store and pick out some stuff you could give her. You’ve never had children of your own so you’re not sure exactly what she’d need, but you know the basics, like clothes, teething toys, and blankets.

You look through the racks and piles, picking out a few things you think would be cute.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant now too, hun,”

You jump, and you see Agnes behind you.

“Oh! Agnes, hi!” you exhale quickly. “No, no, I’m not. I’m just picking up some things for Wanda. Maybe we could plan her a little baby shower or something?”

“I’m just kidding, hun. And that’s a great idea!” she pushes her cart forward a bit. “I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

You nod as she hurries away.

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 As you’re walking home, you see Agnes chatting with one of your other neighbors, Herb. You don’t particularly hear or care what they’re saying, but you stop in your tracks when you see something purple coming out of Agnes’s fingers.

Herb’s eyes roll back for a moment, and then they carry back on in conversation. After a few minutes Vision runs out of the house and talks to them a bit, then they all go their separate ways.

Maybe you were just seeing things, but something about that interaction was really weird.

You catch up with Agnes down the street, saying hello and asking how she is. She doesn’t seem to know you saw what happened, so you decide to ask yourself.

“What was that purple stuff coming out of your hands?”

“What?” she chuckles, scoffing as if you’re crazy. “What are you talking about?”

“I was walking by Wanda’s house earlier and I saw you talking to Herb, and there was something coming out of your hands. Maybe it was just weird light or reflections or something-“

“Oh, yes, that must be it,” she pats your shoulder. “Say, how about we grab some dinner or something?”

“Really?”

She raises a hand and strokes your head and hair, and it feels like a wave of calm rushes over you. She murmurs some words you can’t understand, and you forget what you were going to say.

“What was that for?” you giggle, cheeks flushing a bit at her tender touch.

“Oh, there was just something stuck in your hair, dear,”

 -

 “Agnes,” you say, after taking the last bite of your dinner. You’ve had a wonderful night, you don’t think you’ve smiled and laughed so much in your life, and she makes your heart feel like it’s transcending to peak happiness.

“Hmm?”

“I really love hanging out with you,” you’re too nervous to say the actual words you want to say, and you desperately hope she understands.

“I love hanging out with you too,” she reaches for your hand. “I’ve missed you,”

You cock your head, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” she laughs. “It’s just…been awhile since I’ve had someone in my life that I care about so much,”

You sigh as she squeezes your hand, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I might,” she grins. “Why?”

“I just…I know it’s so weird, but I feel like there’s something between us that’s beyond our control, you know?” you talk fast, hoping getting all the words out quickly will help you to say what you’ve wanted to say since you first met. “Maybe we were together in another life, another universe, I don’t know, it’s just…it’s not just me, right?”

She shakes her head, and you can almost see a tear in her eye, “No, it’s not just you,” she kisses the palm of your hand. “I wish I could tell you everything, I really do,”

“What do you mean?”

“But I can’t,” she stands up and waves her hand in front of your face, all memories of your conversation slipping from your mind. “It’s for your own protection sweetheart, I promise. Once I figure out how all this is happening, we can be together again,”

 -

 Agnes walks you home that night, but you don’t want to leave. You’ve had such a wonderful time with her, and you can’t bear for it to end.

“Do you want to come inside?” you ask.

“Oh, honey, I don’t think I should,” she laughs.

“Please,” you beg. “Just for a little bit? I have some tea and cookies,”

“Alright,” she sighs. “Just for a little bit,”

You start boiling the water and arrange some cookies on a plate as Agnes sits down on the couch.

“What kind would you like?”

“I’ll take anything,” she says.

You return with a cup and plate for her and plop down on the cushion, “You know I should probably apologize,”

“For what, dear?”

“I just feel like I’ve been a bit forward, which is weird since I’m normally super reserved and shy, but I just feel so comfortable with you, ya know?” you sip your tea. “I feel like I’ve said or done something wrong. I can’t remember what, but I definitely did,”

“Oh darling, no,” Agnes shakes her head. “You’re perfect,”

“Really?”

“Yes, just as you always have been,” she lifts your chin and leans in, capturing your lips. “My everything,”

 -

 You never knew what head over heels felt like until now.

You wake up smiling, barely able to contain your emotions. You kissed Agnes last night. You kissed Agnes last night.

You. You did.

You head over to Wanda’s that morning, wanting to meet the twins and give your gifts. When you walk in they’re crying very loudly and Wanda and Vision look stressed out of their minds.

“Hey, Wanda!” you give her a hug. “Baby troubles?”

“Yeah, they just…won’t stop crying,” she sighs in exhaustion.

“Do you need any help?” you ask. “Also, I got you some stuff,” you hand her the gift bag.

“Oh! Thank you so much!” she smiles in appreciation. “And yeah, could you? I’ve tried everything, but if you have any ideas on how to calm them down go for it,”

You start to rock the cradles a bit, when you hear the doorbell ring.

“Hiya kids!” Agnes strolls in. “Hey hun,” she winks at you.

“Oh Agnes!” Wanda says, relieved to have yet another person to help with the situation. “Oh, Y/N, could you actually grab some milk for them? There’s some formula on the counter in the kitchen,”

“Yeah, sure!” you smile at Agnes, your heart pounding a bit before you turn around to make the milk.

As you’re stirring, you hear Vision escalate into a panic, and then it falls mysteriously silent.

“Do you want me to take that again?” you hear Agnes say.

What?

“You want me to hold the babies, should we just take it from the top?”

You hear Wanda laugh and the conversation continues on normally. You finish mixing up the milk and head toward the living room, but you meet Agnes running in to look for some liquor.

“Agnes! What do you think you’re doing?” you whisper.

“What do you mean? I’m just trying to help with the kids, just like you!”

“Yeah, but, you’re acting really weird,” you shake your head, staring at her in disbelief. “What were you talking about in there? Taking it from the top? What does that even mean?”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry. I’m just a little jazzed up today!” she kisses your cheek.

“Y/N! AGNES! The kids are gone!” Wanda gasps.

You rush in, and all of your turn around towards the stairs to see two definitely not baby boys in front of you.

“Ah, kids. You can’t control ‘em, no matter how hard you try,” Agnes chuckles, taking a sip of her drink.

Are you the only one that finds it strange that the twins randomly grew older right in front of you?

 -

 That evening you go on another date with Agnes. She doesn’t bring up anything that happened this morning, but she does mention the tragedy of Wanda’s family’s dog passing away. You feel awful, especially since they got him recently.

For the most part it’s a normal date, you’re still very much in love with her and you have an amazing time.

But by the end of it when you’re heading back home, the eerie feeling returns, and you can’t keep ignoring it. You need answers, and you need them now.

“Something’s not right here, Agnes,” you observe. “Everyone here acts weird, especially Wanda and Vision, and even you sometimes. I don’t get it,”

“Darling-“

“No!” you snap. “Every single time I’ve brought up feeling weird with you or in this town in general you distract me so I forget about it. You know something Agnes, I can tell you do. Why won’t you be honest with me? If we’re gonna do this relationship thing, we need to be honest with each other,”

She takes a deep breath, “I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“I can’t now, but I will,” she says. “This weekend, Halloween. Meet me at my house and I’ll tell you and show you everything,”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” she nods, then leans in to kiss you. “I just have to do a few more things first,”

She walks away.

 -

 You stand outside her house on Halloween just as she asked, dressed in a cheap witch costume you found in your closet.

“Oh, look at us!” Agnes opens the door, eyeing you up and down and grinning. “We match!”

You laugh as she takes you hand and leads you to her car.

Before she pulls out, she turns to you, a glaze of fear in her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to know everything?”

“Yes,” you nod.

“Okay,” she presses down the pedal and drives.

She passes by all the familiar streets, into the neighborhoods you’ve never seen. There’s people outside that are barely moving, and the farther you go, the more frozen they become. It begins to scare you a bit, but you trust Agnes to explain everything to you when you get to your destination.

She finally stops the car at the last stop sign on the edge of town, and everything ahead looks like an empty field.

“You don’t remember how you got to Westview, do you?” she asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “I think I’ve been here a while, but my past is fuzzy,”

“But somehow you have memories of me?”

“I…” you search your thoughts. “I felt like I recognized you when we first met, yeah. But I don’t think they were actually memories,” you look into her eyes. “Why, do you think they’re real memories or something?”

“I know they are,”

“You mean, we were together before?”

“Yes,” she nods, and her gaze falls to the floor, unable to look at you. “But it didn’t end well. I made a lot of mistakes, and you asked me to leave, so I did. I’ve been all over the place, and I ended up here. Then all of a sudden, you were here too,”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing, “How come I don’t remember any of that?”

“Wanda created and controls this town. She wiped and changed your memories,”

“Wanda?” you scoff. “How would she even do that? And even if someone could do that, why would they? She’s so nice, you really think she’s controlling me?”

“I don’t know how she’s doing it, that’s what I’m trying to find out. But I know it’s her. She’s the only other magical being in this town, and she got her powers from an infinity stone. Maybe it’s just that, maybe she’s a mutant, maybe it’s chaos magic, I don’t know. But she’s the one,”

You shake your head, almost giggling at how ridiculous it sounds, “Agnes, no, you’re not making any sense. Magic? Infinity stones? Mutants? Are you serious? Come on, just tell me the truth,”

“I am telling you the truth,”

“Stop lying to me!” you storm out the car door, walking back towards town. Agnes calls after you, but you keep going. “I can’t be with you if all you’re going to tell me is complete bullshit!”

“Y/N!”

Your feet lift off the ground and you spin around, flying through the air towards her. You scream, and you see that same purple smoke coming out of her fingers that you saw before. She pulls you against her, one arm wrapped around your waist and another cradled around your head.

“It’ll all make sense now, sweetheart,”

She whispers a spell and all the memories flood back into your mind. Your real first meeting, your first kiss, your first date. Your wedding day, your first house. You see every moment, the good and the bad, the way she looked at you like you’re an angel every single day. You relive every anniversary, every holiday together, every tradition you shared, and finally the last moments together, and the day you decided you wanted your beloved wife back.

“Agatha?” you whisper.

“Yes,” she crashes her lips to yours, taking in everything she loves, everything she missed. You wrap your arms around her neck, kissing her deeply, a smile escaping every so often. You don’t care that it’s messy, you don’t care if your teeth get in the way, you’re in love and you never want to let her go again.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” she exhales, breathless.

“No, I’m sorry,” you say between more kisses. “I can’t live without you Agatha. I can’t,”

“It’s okay, we’re together again,” she slithers her fingers into your hair.

“But what now?” you wipe your teary eyes. “If you’re right about Wanda using magic to control everything, what do we do?”

“I’ve been dropping clues to make Vision suspicious, and I’ve been trying to get her to crack,” she says. “I have a feeling she might make it all crumble on her own. If it’s chaos magic like I think it is, it’s unpredictable and she might lose control if she keeps it up much longer,”

“Do you…think she’s doing it on purpose?”

“She has some consciousness of it, yes, but I don’t think she’s trying to hurt anyone,” Agatha replies. “But at the same time, I don’t think she’d hesitate to hurt anyone either if someone threatened her,”

“Oh,” you fall back in her arms a bit so you can look up at her. “How come you didn’t return my memories when we first met again?”

“I wanted to protect you. I was afraid you might get targeted if Wanda found out you remembered who you are, I doubt she’d hurt you but I couldn’t risk it,” she runs her thumb along your cheek. “Plus I thought it might be fun to fall in love with you all over again,”

You laugh, “It was kind of fun,”

She pulls you in for another kiss, “I love you, sweetheart,”

“I love you too,”

She holds you close, making up for all the lost time. You’re not sure what will happen or what you’ll have to deal with next, but you’ll do it together. Always, no matter what.

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Mikagura - POV Hiiro

[Mikagura: a ritual dance performed at the imperial court and various important Shinto shrines. It consists of welcoming, entertaining and greeting the deities with humorous or poetic syllabic songs.]

Hiiro hears the singing before he sees the source.

He's strolling through one of the side gardens, thinking over one of his homework questions, when he's alerted to the distant sound of instruments. Music isn't uncommon in Ensemble Square, but it's mostly the music that the idol units are making. The music now vaguely resembles Akatsuki's songs, but it's slower and doesn't have modern instruments.

Hiiro turns a corner, curious about what's going on.

Water floats around Aira, ribbons swirling around his arms and legs as he steps back and forth with a string of bells in hand. He's dancing to the music, chanting with his eyes closed and moving as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Hiiro can see the kamuy dancing with him, water, storm, and war caressing his cheek like a mother to her child.

The music ends. With a sweep of his hand, the water surrounding Aira comes together in one long stream, and it funnels into the water bottle by the door. The spirits settle around Aira's shoulders like a winter cloak. Finished, Aira bows (to the kamuy?), opens his eyes and--

He is surprised, but the realization is... slow. His unitmate is settled, possibly in that floaty feeling Hiiro gets after finishing prayers, when his mind is more in the spritual realm than the human one. There is also something... other. Something playful and tricky and entirely inhuman.

Hiiro's throat is bone dry, and he swallows, opening his mouth to say... something.

But nothing comes out, because Aira places a finger to his mouth in a gesture for quiet. In fact, he seems to be physically unable to say anything. Aira gives a high pitched laugh, beams at him uncharacteristically, and blinks.

Aira shakes his head, and he's suddenly back to his usual countenance.

"Sorry," he says. "Ame-no-Uzume is a bit of a trickster."

"Ame... no Uzume?"

"You don't know a lot about Shinto gods, do you?" Aira remarks drily.

"Nope!" He'd like to learn more, if possible. The part of him that was trained to protect Nii-san rises, seeing all the possibilities of danger from such casual possession.

Aira takes a breath, exhales, and recites a story like he's heard it a thousand times before. "The sun goddess, Amaterasu, once quarreled with her brother, Susanoo, the god of sea and storms. After coming together to produce children, Susanoo vandalized her rice fields, flayed a horse and threw it at her loom, and brutally killed one of her maidservants. Amaterasu, furious, forfeited her divinity and retreated to a cave. As a result, the world was plunged into eternal night.

"The other gods came together to confer on the situation. In a bid to draw her out, Ame no Uzume placed a mirror by the cave's entrance, leapt upon an upturned tub, and proceeded to dance while tearing off her clothes. The other gods, stunned, started to laugh.

"Amaterasu heard the laughter and wondered how they could be happy in a world of eternal night. She looked out, and upon seeing her beautiful face in the mirror, went to take a closer look. As Amaterasu left the cave, the other gods threw a sacred rope across the cave entrance, preventing her from returning. Amaterasu agreed to rejoin the divine, and light was restored to the world.

And thus Ame no Uzume became known as the Heavenly Alarming Female."

Aira smiles, expression showing that he's still bit out of it. "Ame no Uzume is the goddess of revelry and the arts. I was praying for a good result in the MDM." he considers, and continues, "A sacred dance opens up your heart and mind to outside forces. Usually the gods have better things to do than to possess a random human, but Ame no Uzume likes to have a little fun."

"So it's like a send-off ritual," Hiiro murmurs.

Aira shrugs. "I... guess? I don't know much about your traditions."

Hiiro glances at Aira, just in time to see him sway concerningly. Hiiro slings an arm over Aira's shoulder to steady him, and Aira rests his head on his shoulder. "How long have you been praying?"

" 's the shorter ritual.. six hours?" Aira slurs.

Hiiro presses his lips together and declares, "I'm going to carry you back to the dorm."

Aira, already half asleep, doesn't do more than hum an assent.

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I got more writing and this, this is from 12 year old Ryhanna Reina

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you, my sweet Aira." sings Aira's mum. Today is Aira's 16th birthday.

She has waited all her life for her 16th birthday. She will get to meet her wolf and vampire and officially become a hybrid.

Hybrids are very special they are special creatures and they are very rare. Only 1 out of 100 supernaturals is a hybrid. The thing is, only some hybrids are able to be borned.

As I blew the candle, there was a knock on the door. Dad went to check and a shout followed after that. More assassins came in and tries attacking my mother.

My mum whispered to me "Run to your aunt and uncle. Don't tell them about how your hybrid. Go I love you" with that, the assassin ripped her. They tried going for me next but  father stopped him. He once again yelled to run.

I ran away as fast as I can. Then, I stopped when I felt pain. It felt like my bones were rearranging. That's when I noticed I turned into a white wolf, a very rare wolf. That's when a voice greeted me "Hi! I'm Melody, your wolf."

As I was about to answer, I felt my teeth growing. I felt a sharp pain but I couldn't tell where. Then, once again a voice greeted me. It said "Hi! I'm Elle, your vampire." This time I was finally relieved that the pain is over.

At least, that's what I thought. I felt myself sprout wings and I could tell that I changed into a witch. "Hi! I'm Jade your witch. Seems like you got wings, those are pretty rare!" I finally was relieved. I changed back into my human form and collapsed.

I woke up in an unfamiliar surroundings and I started to freak out. I saw a nurse filling up a file so I took the chance and asked "Excuse me, where am I?" She looked at me and answered "Your in the Blood Cresent Pack miss."

I relaxed. This is the pack where my uncle is alpha. Since my dad became the king of vampires. That's when I remembered, this pack is an assassin pack. Yikes!

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Crystal Hearts

Prequel Chapter 21

➽──PREV─CH21─NEXT──❥

Being engaged only last a few days. Alas, it's not because it's been revoke. Because those Oukawa just called the main family ( which is kohaku cousin, called tsukasa Suou ) those couple of days and now they can proceed to the wedding! It seems that your not leaving the estate unless it's official. Well at least in the traditions of humans.

Honestly it's too fast, your not even able to pass a day in the world of fae in comparison! Holy moly, your now wearing traditional wedding cloths. And your side that is invited in the wedding is only Niki and Rinne because they are the only one around.

Aira and your other friends won't come to the human world tell late this month. Your cousin probably somewhere in the crowd wearing disguise as you and kohaku were given a cute flower crown by a dove,

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You look at the three cup of sake and take a sip of each of the cup, likewise your groom did so too.

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Saying vows and such, and being bless and such. It happened so fast. Now your greetings to the guest.

...

Later that same day, you look at rinne and Niki who's jamming with the crowd.

"Omae..." You stared at the person who called you. "Hmm?" You hummed feeling a bit drowsy. The person beside you, softly made you lean against him. Leaning your head against his frame. He move his hand so, his oversized outer kimono put around the two of you.

"I honestly surprised your family tradition sure are too fast." You mumble." I thought it be for a year or so. Since we only know each other." You don't know till when you can freely do what you want, so you would want to enjoy each moment to the fullest.

"Ah... That's usually what happened... Well, except for my dad case. He pulled a marriage certificate when my mom win the fight as tradition. To sign in the spot." He chuckle as he remembers how his father often brags about it.

In his early memories his mother when she was with them before, she and his dad would would be like those love sick couple like they are not middle age adults. It's a sight for sore eyes' kohaku thought

" Ohhh! Your dad is smitten then. How nice! Love is very interesting! " You giggle. " Then what's up with your case then? I don't mind! It mean I get to spend more time with you! " You hummed as you look at him, asking silent permission to hug him. He nodded with a blush on his face, as you happily hugs him.

" My dad have a visitor, Few last night. I don't see em but when he finish chatting with the guy, almost beaming, he said the wedding would be in few days. Because the kid (tsukasa)needs to arrive here to attend too. If that's not the case he would say the wedding would be that night. " after a moment of silence. He start to speak why the case of the fast wedding happened, at least what he think the reason is.

" Wow... That's kinda weird. Did you ask who's the person? Don't you think it's sus? " you wonder why he don't think that suspicious.

" I dunno dad just said that he gaze upon my future and speak to em. Or whatnot. Weird huh.? " he pats your head, as he saw your silly face of disbelief.

" Well, your a core fae like the second one. I heard that they can turn back time. Ya know? So it's not weird if that's the case. " You told him why you have a face like you believe his silly theory.

"... Wait that's a thing? I can do that too? " His eyes widen.

" Yup yup! " You happily nodded." Well probably in the future you will. " You added.

"... Do I really go back in time to hurry up the wedding? What am I rushing it for? " he don't think that rushing things would be good. Beside won't it be better if the two of you spend more time...?

" I dunno. I'm not you. And I won't go back in time to do such thing. " you shrugged your shoulder, your not someone who would do such thing to understand the way of thoughts of time Traveller who wish to change the future.

"Ehhh.. ya can do that too?" Now he can't help but be amaze at you. How come your so cool and keep getting cooler in his eyes? Ah, my spouse is too OP, how do I make sure no one would steal em away? Suddenly kohaku inter a marriage life crisis.

"Hmm. But do I have too? Going back means it will change a sequence of event. That's such a worrisome thing you know! What if something good don't happened because of changing such scene?" You laugh, thinking that your not gonna do such thing.

After all people who wish to turn back time are those who don't know what's lies in the future. But you do. So why would you turn back time?

"... Ya don't want me to go back in time to ruined fate?" (Kohaku)

"Ah. It's fine. Since you have your reasons. For me, with all the things that bothers me. That I wish doesn't. I would not mind it. Changing your fate is something you know? I would want to change it too. But I'm full of worry! So I have to take precautions in ever move I do. Even so I don't need too. Im scared. Such burden is annoying but it's my life. "

you sigh as you thought of the troubles you put in the back of your mind, for you to enjoy the moment as it is and don't dwell what's comes right after.

" Ya don't need to burden everything. Just because ya are core fae or whatnot. " Kohaku stared at his 3rd sister who approaches the two of you to offer confectioners and she winked at him, signalling him about something before she left the two of them.

" Well, I dunno what to do if I don't think of it. Having nothing to think about makes the thought of my life being pointless comes in mind. That's more painful to think about. That even if I don't exist the world would been ok. I'm just here to be with you all. " You stared at the sweets and wonder what's the black dust on top of those. They look familiar for some reason.

"... Ya speaking weird again. Ya are here because ya are needed and to live among us. " Holding one of the sweets, he look at you as your gaze follow the confectioners. " Do you want some?" He ask you. You nodded without hesitation as your open for all type of sweets made others after all!

" Hmm. Okii! If you say so! " you give a thumbs up to his previous statement.

Kohaku rolled his eyes as he chuckle hopelessly, he soon reach out to held you close, he gaze into your eyes as the confectioners are being feed by him to you with such affection.

The strings glow bright red around you, almost as if it's pulsing.

"... Cant you have your own preceptive and thought? Why are you easily agreeing on what I say? "

" Well, it is my own thoughts to understand and agree what others believe in! So, to please them I'll agree because I don't know any better than they do about those stuff! " Nomming after telling him your point of view, you enjoy the sweet taste.

" ... " He really wonder why you grow up with such mentality and how your brain work so oddly and off putting.

You look at the crowd again as you yawn, feeling sleepy. You don't feel this sleepy yet as kohaku continue to spoonfeed you those confectioners, the sweet taste felt like drugs that pulling you in a deep good night slumber.

"I'm glad... I'm awake. I meet many people... I would like you to meet my best friend and friends when they'll come here... " Your droopy (color) eyes stared at him.

" Sure. I'll be glad to meet them... "

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" Ai. This is my hubby, hanii!" In the end of the month your friend, aira finally able to come to the human world with his unit. "...what?" He drop his phone in shock at your words. He stared at the stranger with you who's your happily holding hands with. "Say what?" He repeated as if his deaf when he heard your words.

"You seems about to faint. Maybe I should shock you with the news the moment you come here." You notice how his gonna faint if you confirm his nightmare to be the truth. "In the traditions of humans. Kohaku is my hubby!" You quickly try to lessen the effect to your friend.

"AI/AIRA!!" He have fainted and you and his fellow unit who was watching the scene in worry as you all rush aira to put in rhe nearest bench. Mayoi who's fanning aira, hiiro who's holding ice as if the guy fainted from heat stroke or something.

"..." Kohaku who follow suit at your tail since earlier look at your friend and back at you. "Does Your friend likes you?" He directly ask you all. Mayoi almost join aira in the fainting gang when he heard the hubby of yours, frank question.

"Ehhh... Whyareyouaskingthatquestion... Ohgottwhatisthisdrama..." He mumble so fast as he look back at three of you.

" I dunno." You shrugged your shoulder." I get rejected by ai like more than this times." You raise your ten fingers. Shock cover his purple eyes when he hear your words, the fact you like your friend yet get rejected more than ten times. He don't know if he should be worried or be sad for you.

"He said we're just best friends. I'll respect that." You added. The three (more like two) friends of Aira want to smack aira in the head when they heard what you said.

Aira keep going to them about his own situation after all, they don't know this part. Why are those two so hopeless?!

"Why are you so open to say that to me? What if I get jealous?" Kohaku sighs as he look at your best friend and back to you. Clearly your friend also liked you back yet can't express or told you his own feelings.

"Ehh. Wwhhhyyy?" You tilt your head in confusion." Eheh your so silly, Your already my hubby why are you jealous? Beside I'm very loyal as it's something fae were taught! I'll offer my heart to you for exchange~ if you don't trust me eheh " you haft jested with soft chuckle.

" H-huh..!?" He turn bright red at your words as he remembers what it meant. YOU TWO JUST GOTTEN MARRIED NOT EVEN ONE MOON AGO AND YOU ASKING FOR ANOTHER ONE? n-not like he don't want it but it's too fast! Ah! Let him calm his heart first!!' he turn around as his head might explode from the bashful state he is in he silently screams internally as he held his warm cheeks.

"Hibiki-chan. Whatifwhafif... Aira likes you too?" Mayoi can't help but ask you in a barely inaudible tone.

"Hmm? " You look at Mayoi. "I do notice it... But I'm someone who need to be told by the person. What type of relationship they wanted to have with me. Silence and keeping your emotions will not help me understand what to interpret people emotions toward me... What if it's fools hope?..." You mumble your not oblivious but you rather not hope that much. Why can't people be honest what they wish to convey?

But then again, your not one to tell others how you felt. Unless the situation you have with your hubby. Because you trusted your cousin, and your cousin spell doesn't mean you no harm.

Making his silly cupid spell where you will be honest, open and close to the one that share the string of fate with you--kohaku, made you says what you felt and maybe your plan for the future quite often than you would like.

"What are you thinking of?" Kohaku stood beside you as he reach to held your hand, the strings glow bright red as your hands interlock with one another.

"Oh. I'm think about my cousin magic spell." You honestly says. "...cookies." he pull out a cookie from his bag of sweets and your eyes follow the sweets and you forgot the topic at hand.

"You want?" He smiles at you. You nodded as you eyed the cookie."yes." You happily says.

"Ahh." He proceeded to spoonfed you and you happiness nom the cookie.

"There there." He pats your head like your a puppy or a kid.

"Why you treating me like a kid. Hmmp." You pout but you once again swayed by another sweet, this time a mochi. "Ooh..mochi..." You fall in the same bait again and forget agreement with him. "Ahh. Open up " he once again smile as he made you forget what's on your current state of mind.

The scene repeated till you start yawning and fallen asleep against him. The other three watch the scene from the other bench but don't comment.

"...it's nice to meet other friends of my spouse.." kohaku who's holding your sleeping form stared at the three. His smile seems off putting...

"I hope ya all don't try to break someone marriage, even so it's not legal yet in ya ways..." His purple eyes stared at them dead in the eyes, almost felt they looking at a devil. Yet the add sensation of being around of an angel made them ( more like mayoi who's already shaking from everything, mostly from nervousness)

"Hey are you a dark angel?" Hiiro tilt his head as he question the off putting feeling of dread the stranger is giving him.

"... Who knows." Your spouse mumble as he no longer give a single glance at those three, through he give a side eyes at the unconscious best friend of yours before he rolled his eyes before looking back at your sleeping form, as thought comes in his mind.

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