#crimson peak oneshot

[marzipanandminutiae]

Before the story can be over, Edith has a due to the dead.

(Just did a weird thing/Not sure if I regret this thing at all/And you're wondering what it is; I'll tell you what I did...)

[nyctoaerah]

AERAH, I BEG OF YOUUU, I SAW YOUR POST ON QUOTEV, PLEASE, PLEASE, ATLEAST A SNEAK PEAK OF THE UPCOMING FIC? OR THE ONE WHERE YOU SAID ON YOUR IG THAT YOU'RE POSTING A ONESHOT ABT GETO! PLS PLS, ANY OF THAT, JUST A SNEAK PEAK, I BEG YOUU, I'M GETTING SO FANFIC DEPRIVED AND I'M SUCH A WHORE FOR YOUR IMMACULATE WRITING 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋

“ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 ”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Satoru’s sister started to have an unusual cravings for blood after managing to tame habakiri, and Suguru is there to help her.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: vampirism (lmfao), sexual stuff, cannibalism (habakiri), blood

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: just a sneakpeek cause i still haven't written the chapter 11 of idiosyncrasies, and this oneshot is in between the timeline of chapter 14-15 and it's a smut one at that LMAO💀 so i probs won't upload it until i finish chapter 14 of idiosyncrasies pookie. And HELP, the new fic i was talking about on quotev is devil in disguise, and i already posted it on tumblr but not in quotev HAHHA. Also, this might be confusing if you guys haven't read the chapter 9 of idiosyncrasies/haven't read idiosyncrasies. I SWEAR, I’LL DO THE OTHER REQS SOON.😭 I just did this one ‘cause i’ve already wrote some of it. Also, hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

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The crimson rivulets of his blood trickles down your chin, the exquisite taste of the sanguine liquid staining your lips. Your teeth bore small smudges of red, smearing them like fallen blood on freshly fallen snow.

Using his unoccupied hand, he cradled your chin, his thumb and middle finger. His forefinger to brushed away the residual droplets of blood on the curve of your lips and wiped them away from your chin too.

“Never thought that you had such an appetite for blood...” he murmured, sensing your touch descending down from his shoulders and going southward on his abdomen. Your fingers sought purchase on his firm abdominal muscles.

“I have an idea as to why you have it though...”

“It’s because you’re habakiri’s owner, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs, the memory of how you had managed to subdue the bloodthirsty sword, to make it submit to your will without it killing you still lingers in his mind. But perhaps, in doing so, you had inadvertently sated its voracious appetite, if only momentarily.

Your body tenses imperceptibly at his observation, and he responds with a knowing smile, his touch gentle against your skin.

“There’s no shame in it, you know?” he reassures in a hushed tone, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip, coaxing it to part slightly.

“And why is that so?”

Curiosity colors your words as you inquire.

“You two share the same traits, that ensures that it won’t eat you, after all, it won’t turn on his master.” he muses with a faint hum, his gaze unwavering.

“Furthermore,” he interjects with a teasing tone,

“It makes you look like a vampire...” He says.

“And.. fuck, it might seem weird but vampires are sexy in my point of view.” He confessed, a laugh bubbling on his throat.

“Hm? ‘s that so?” You asked hesitantly.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Nope, Your predilection doesn’t scare me in the slightest,” he whispered softly, nibbling pensively at his lower lip as his gaze remained fixed upon you.

“In fact, I found it rather... alluring,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Do you truly not mind, then?” you inquired, though his assurance had already been vocalized.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?...” You questioned, your voice wavering in uncertainty.

“You’re too pure for your own well, Geto,” you sighed, shaking your head disapprovingly. 

The unexpected reaction that Suguru received was far from the jubilation he had expected.

Is the pessimistic trait a common trait inherited on the Gojo clan?

Suguru thought, he wanted to release an exasperated groan; you were single-handedly sabotaging the moment once again. Though he cherished your idiosyncrasies, he longed for you to simply revel in the present moment.

Just as he prepared to interject, your hand abandoned its place on his abdomen, navigating its way to his cheek, tenderly caressing the contours of his face. Once again, your mixed signals were a labyrinth he struggled to navigate. 

“You’re seriously letting a bloodthirsty woman in your bed, Geto?”

Your brows furrowed in a contemplative manner, your delicate fingers caressing his cheek as you tip your head to the side, a look of utter confusion etched upon your features.

“Suguru,”

he implores softly.

“Call me Suguru,” he insists, clasping your hand tenderly and drawing it nearer to his warm cheek.

“Suguru,” you repeat in a gentle whisper, the syllables of his name effortlessly gliding off your tongue.

A contented smile graces his lips as he nods in approval.

“That's it,” he affirms with a quiet hum of satisfaction.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Suguru..”

You venture forth with your query, your voice barely above a murmur, as his gaze meets yours.

“Ah, about that?”

He inquired, a single eyebrow arching in intrigue as he watched your hand slipping away from his,  The warmth of your touch lingered on his cheek before your fingers finding their way to the bulb of muscle at the neck base, caressing it softly, before your hand pressed onto the twin punctures that you left on his neck.

“I would.” He breathed out sincerely.

“doesn't matter if you're a monster or not...” he whispered.

“I don't mind having a monster in my bed if it’s you,”

Your expression softened at his words before a sharp yelp escaped your lips as he firmly seized your hips, deftly maneuvering to shift his weight and flipping your positions easily so that he’s the one on top of you now.

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you sank into the softness of the pillow, your silken tresses sprawling across the expanse of the mattress, you could basically feel the rapid drumming of your heart within your ribcage.

“Want you so bad...” he whispered.

A shiver ran through you, your gaze fixated on his form as he leaned in, lips parted, his teeth grazing his lower lip with a fervor that drew forth an errant droplet of crimson, tracing a path down his chin.

Your pupils dilated at the sight, fingers twitching.

“Suguru...” The word fell from your lips, the syllables laced with a hint of restraint.

“You started it...” he mumbled, brows twitching as he looked at you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this..” He says in a low voice.

“What were you even thinking?... Climbing onto my lap, biting me, kissing me.. tasting me without thinking that there’s no consequences to that...”

His fingers threaded through the strands of your hair, a gentle tug coaxing you even closer until your lips were mere inches apart. 

“So, come now,” he murmured, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips as his onyx colored eyes bore into you.

“Finish what you started, Angel.”

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hey, hope you're doing well. Idk how to to do this cause I haven't ever made a request but I saw your requests are open (if I'm not mistaken, if I am sorry to bother), but what do you think about a Oneshot from Grace's POV. Her thinking Tommy will still be inlove with her but he's moved on and she's perceiving everything between them.

Its okay if you can't but I'm curious. Love you're writing.

Hey Love,

Thanks for waiting so long. Hope you enjoy! <3

Warnings: Grace being Grace

“A martini please” She batted her eyelashes enjoying running up a tab that was going to be paid for by someone else. After some research, she was happy to find that Tommy Shelby would be attending this club, and the stars aligned in her favor as her husband was tied up at a work thing. Normally he was gone for most of the night and even if he got home early, his feelings were soon to be irrelevant to her. 

Grace wanted two things. Tommy Shelby, and his children. Her current marriage had proved that there was only one man for her and he was a half hour late to this club. She could get whatever she wanted with him now, whispers of his name and accomplishments were reaching as far as America. He was slowly taking over like she knew he would deep down. 

Now all she needed was a baby and her spot next to him would be cemented. This wasn't going to be a difficult task knowing how broken he was when she found him, he was unlikely to be recovered from her departure from his life. 

In this red dress, he was bound to be all over her. She took a large sip of her martini. 

A large group entered the club and she knew immediately that it must be the Shelbys. They never did classy as well as they thought they did. 

She sat looking at her drink on the bar, she wanted him to find her.

There were lots of laughs and cheers over the music. Arthur came over and asked the bartender for bottles of whiskey for the table. 

“Big celebration tonight, boy!” He boomed completely oblivious to her presence. He took the bottles out of view and she wondered what they were so happy about. 

The night dragged on and finally, she allowed herself a peak at the corner of the club. It was dim and the music was loud but still, she could see him there with a woman tucked under his arm. 

He was leaning back with a cigarette in his hand, the other resting on your shoulder. You weren't anything remarkable. Looking at John’s wife sitting next to you it was obvious the woman helped you with your makeup. Your dress was nice but not anything like hers. Certainly too plain for such a club or event. 

Pathetic. 

Tommy would notice soon enough and make his way over. Then she would have the pleasure of watching you crumble under the unavoidable weight of his lack of loyalty. She gave a coy smile at the thought and lit a cigarette. 

You weren't a threat in the slightest so she turned to face the family, leaning back on the bar. She kept her posture loose and inviting, waiting for his eyes to find her. 

Instead, he let out a laugh at something you’d said. He pulled your face close to his and placed a kiss to the top of your head. Esme picked up your hand and was whispering something to you that made your cheeks go crimson. Obviously, you’d embarrassed yourself so badly that even Tommy was laughing at the girl.

You shook your head and then Esme was pulling you out of your booth and onto the dance floor. She watched with curiosity. Why would you dance with her and not Tommy? 

You both laughed loudly as you danced around in the crowd. You both looked ridiculous but Tommy had his gaze on you as he and John talked about something. After the song ended you both piled into the table. Climbing back into the booth, Tommy’s hands prevented you from moving past him. Keeping you there on his lap. 

Tommy raised the bottle. 

“To the world's best accountant!” He said loudly and the family let out a big cheer. 

You and Esme were clearly drunk as the woman poured whiskey into your open mouth right from the bottle. More laughs erupted. 

She’d had enough waiting but that’s when Polly caught her eye. The woman stared at her with a cocky glare that put her off. The only way to get Tommy’s attention would be to go over there and talk to him. Clearly, he hadn’t seen her sitting here. 

Polly turned her attention to Tommy and mouthed her name. She watched to see his body language change. The way you would slip from his grasp. How he would walk over here and leave with her on his arm. 

But he didn't move. His eyes went back to your face listening to what sounded like a story about an exam. Just waiting for the story to be over, then he would come. 

Time dragged on, another martini. 

You got up from his lap and he stood up, his hand finding your low back and guiding you toward the balconies. This would be as good as it gets. 

Grace got up from the bar and made her way to the balcony. 

_________________________________________________________

You stood there looking up at Tommy, his eyes were so proud. Weeks of studying and worrying and yet you passed all your university classes. You delighted in his attention as the cold air wrapped around you. 

The balcony door opened to show, who Esme had whispered was Tommy’s Ex. Pale yellow hair, and a glossy red dress. She was older than you in more ways than one. She looked like she was carrying a great burden. 

“Tommy can we talk.” Her Irish accent was soft and her words thick with sadness. You almost felt sorry for her, you would have if she hadn't betrayed the family and fucked Tommy up so badly. 

“Sure.” He said cooly, his hand on your waist tightened to keep you in place at his side.

“Alone?” 

“Nah, she’s my better half. What can we help you with?” 

“I’ll be in London for a while. I thought maybe we could talk about what happened, things are complicated right now -” She let her words trail off and you knew in your gut this was some type of act. 

“I would invite you for dinner but we’re leaving on a trip tomorrow. Such bad timing.” You said politely. She never looked at you, even when you spoke. Her eyes were fixated on him in a way that made you want to throw her over the balcony. 

“Pity,” Tommy said. “Enjoy your time in London.” 

She looked even more defeated, a large contrast to the glare she was giving you from across the club all night. She handed Tommy a piece of paper before leaving, giving him a nod. 

“The fuck was that about?” you whispered. You took the paper and opened it. All it had was her accommodations in London. 

“Ah.” She expected him to drop me off at home before falling back into her arms. 

“Do I need to worry?” You said in a coy tone. 

“Not in the slightest.” He said pulling you into an embrace. Esme and John came out with eyes full of questions. You gave the paper to Esme. 

“What is she expecting a foursome?” She made a sound of disgust before crumpling the paper and leaving it in the ashtray. 

As you drank and partied to celebrate your success, you knew she was back in her room pacing. The faith in her ability to hold Tommy down wearing away hour by hour.

[boba-beom]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ late gifts | C.SB

pairing: idol!soobin x non-idol f!reader

genre: fluff! oneshot

warning(s): lowercase intended, est. relationship, endearment terms (babe, bub, my love, love), light banter (teasing each other cutely), mentions of food, if I've missed anything let me know!

summary: after having a busy schedule with absolutely no free time, you finally surprise your boyfriend with a cute amalgamation of all of his favourite things.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: this is incredibly late, but what’s new ^^’ on behalf of soobin turning 22 (int) and bc I love this man sm, here’s something sweet <3 also ty @fairybinie for beta reading!!

taglist: @bb-eilish @iggynor4 @ericyjun @bluejin0812 @luvsoobs @yeonyeonyeonjun @junniieesbby @kyrkitten  @hyuntaena @day6andetcetera @amethysts-1620 @gorechoi-backup @dainsleif-when-playable @choiwrld @yjusei @feyregels @ahnneyong @potaeto-writes-on-wp @wccycc @tyungun @lizdevorak  @fairybin @laylasbunbunny @acaiasahi @fairyoftaehyun @cha0thicpisces @vatterie @yunkiwii @prodsh00ky

your relationship with soobin was reaching it's first milestone, as well as his birthday that had just passed. if there were things you knew about soobin, it was the fact that this man would be grateful for something so simple as long as it was thought out with love and good intentions, that's all that matters to him. but as someone who likes to make the most out of these occasions, you came up with an idea of doing all the things he enjoys over the course of just one day.

it was a shame you weren't able to celebrate his birthday together, but he was in the midst of recording some content for the year-end award shows. despite his busy schedule, you always messaged him on the daily to wish him well with his agendas.

he gave you a date when he'd be free, and conveniently, so were you. with christmas around the corner, it was almost perfect timing to get together again.

“soobin!” you call after the tall, blond figure entering through the front door of your apartment. he kept the spare key with him so he could come over whenever he wanted to come see you — yet it’s been a while since he’s used it.

you're standing by the sofa in the living room and open your arms in his direction, luring him towards you.

"hey cutie, long time no see, huh?" he engulfs you into his warm hug. you let out a hum in agreement, your cheek squished against his chest as you take in the familiar scent of his signature cologne.

as your hands linger down his forearms he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours. "hey, babe?" you coo at him, "close your eyes for me until I tell you to open them, m'kay?"

"whatever it is, just please don't tickle me." he squeaks, his arms spread wide, cautious of your fingers wiggling against his waist as per usual.

his eyes are closed shut with his nose scrunched. it's tempting to take a picture of him like that but you were meaning to find the first gift out of many. you pick up the fairly large christmas bag; the one with rudolf's face and a crimson pom pom on the nose.

the bag's string was laced in your fingers until you grasped onto your boyfriend's wrist, placing the string onto his fingers, causing him to stop moving them around.

"okay, you can open your eyes now." you let out softly.

instead of opening his eyes in one go, he peaks down at the weight; one eye slowly opening and making out what you hung on his fingers. a light gasp fell from his pink-tinted lips, paired with his eyes immediately widening at the sight of the holiday-themed gift bag dangling from his hand.

"oh? but christmas isn't for another week–"

"it's your birthday and christmas gift." you grin, looking up at him.

he doesn't say anything, but raises his brows, cynical about your statement. you know that soobin isn't — and never has been — a fan of singular gifts just because his birthday is the same month as christmas. he doesn't mean to come across as selfish, but he just so happens to have more appreciation to those who consider his birthday and christmas as two separate occasions than one.

"you're a funny one, aren't you?" his arm wraps around your shoulders to pull you close to him.

"wow, I really thought I got you there." you whine at him with your bottom lip protruding. "it's your birthday present, love. go ahead and open it!"

you take a step back, the hind of your calves lightly grazing the edge of the sofa seat, and watch him break the tape from the top. he reaches into the bag and pulls out a fur-lined, khaki beige coat.

"oh! thank you bub," he gasps, "this is going to be my new favourite coat for sure." soobin's dimples dent into his cheeks as soon as he holds it up against his torso.

having your boyfriend as a winter-baby just means you get to gift him a lot of warm clothes, and you're sure he'll be wearing it throughout the whole winter season.

"I have something else for you," you sing-song. his eyes light up from your announcement, wondering what else you have in store.

"do I need to close my eyes again?"

"no, but..." you reach into your purse and hold up two tickets between your fingers.

"you got tickets for the avatar 2 movie!?" after placing down the coat, soobin wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. you wrap your arms around his neck as he giggles into your chest. "you're officially the best girlfriend ever!"

"I wasn't already the best girlfriend ever? guess I should've just asked kai to come see avatar with me." you huff, wiggling your legs for him to put you down, but he wouldn't let go.

"fine, is that how it is? I guess these bebe rhexa tickets will just be for me and kai."

you wiggle a little more with your hands on his shoulders to push away from him but it didn't work.

"wait, really?"

"nono, you were always the best girlfriend, I just wanted you to hear it! and these tickets are for us, I promise!" he winces as he struggles to keep you in his hold.

it didn't take long for you to give up and slump in his arms, waiting for him to put you back down. it was quiet for a couple of seconds until you both maintain eye contact, causing the both of you to break into laughter.

"binnie, I know you got those tickets for us." you nudge his side just to receive a questioning expression taking over his face.

"how?" he cocks his head to the side.

"it doesn't help that you forgot to stop screen share on facetime after you were showing me photos from your camera roll of the behind the scenes from the concerts." he squints hard, trying to remember that exact moment, and sighs once he realises you're right. he purchased the tickets straight after showing you the concert photos, and now it makes sense that you went silent and were looking intensely at your screen.

"well, surprise! I can't believe I'm taking my favourite person to see my other favourite person!" the grin on his face never fails to melt your heart, your boyfriend is too precious and it's coming into realisation that you've missed having him around. you want to make the most out of this day.

you turn on your phone and start typing away, searching for something.

"don't tell me you're about to tell kai that I picked you to come with me to the concert instead of him." you hear the plea in his voice, but you continue searching for something to top off the rest of the evening.

"no, love. though I would do that, I'm looking for bingsu. now, choose the flavour you want." you smile at him, turning the phone in his direction all while he looks at your smile creases by your eyes.

"yeah, I definitely have the best girlfriend ever." he leans over you, laying a kiss on your forehead before choosing his bingsu of choice.

"happy belated birthday, my love."

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[evelili]

I just finished your Magnum Opus, and it was super great. I especially loved the Pinkie chapter (which surprised me because she’s my least favorite character!). Anyway, do you have any mlp fic recommendations?

oh boy do i have a list for you, strap in!

if you read my magnum opus writeup, you may have seen i mentioned three authors that dragged me back into mlp. if you're interested in sciset (and what's probably the most popular eqg fic on the entire site), Long Road to Friendship by Albi is a longfic that started after the first eqg movie and is a rlly lighthearted read. i don't normally care for OCs but gosh if i dont accept Albi's version of trixie's parents as canon in my heart haha. if you're interested in pony adventure fic, i also rlly liked Sunset of Time, another rlly well done longfic ive carried in my brain since i first read it xd

the second author, Monochromatic, aka the raritwi authority aka someone who has a GREAT taste in editors, has written three of the most formative longfic ive ever read: The Enchanted Library, its sequel The Enchanted Kingdom, and Crimson Lips which i unfortunately can no longer link since she's taken it down, but i believe you can still buy physically through PFP if you wanted to take a gamble on it (it would be a very good gamble). apart from her longfic though i also adore some of her shorter works, including but not limited to The Choices We Make, a really interesting Pinkie study that's definitely shaped how i view her, Your Own Worst Enemy, which is just. peak rarity content, and Injuring Eternity, which while being one of her older works still has certain passages that wreck me emotionally on sight.

and the third author responsible for my magnum opus is the one and only Aragon, who i can not only recommend for his fics but ALSO for his blog posts and comics (see the comic index on his profile for links to all of them, as well as this amazing blogpost about his neighbour that is just peak comedy). he's also the writer responsible for the banger longfic Crime and Funishment which absolutely defined my writing aspirations for a few years and is the definition of comedy if you looked it up in my heart, as well as In Hindsight, yet another banger rarity fic, and Love Is In Doom which is just bloody, silly, stupid fun (and has sunset shimmer in it)

and then if we want to talk fics i love written by other authors, Sleepless Knights by r5h has my favourite brand of scitwi written right into the margins, Administrative Angel by horizon has one of the most amazing endings to an opening chapter ive ever read AND an amazing celestia, The Best Night Ever by Capn_Chryssalid is a fandom classic with a groundhog day twist on the gala episode from s1, Side by Side by Krickis is a feel-good rarijack oneshot w a focus on lgbt (specifically trans) themes, Wax Earplugs by Reedhoarse has a dysfunctional mess of an adagio dazzle that i adore, Merge Request by FanOfMostEverything has all the scitwi/midnight shenanigans you could ask for wrapped up in the relatable content of github hell, Guppy Love by PaulAsaran is a rarijack longfic with an incredibly realistic setting and an interpretation of mermaids that i love so much, Doused Flame by heartlessons has me handshaking on the "sopping wet pathetic relatable guy" flash sentry interpretation that won me over recently, 80 Days 'Til the World's Farthest Shore by Cynewulf feels like reading a professionally published short story (and i mean that in the best of ways, it's enthralling), and finally if you'll allow me to be self-centred a bit i also am very proud of my two oneshots Heartstrings and Something About Midnights if you wanted to check em out too xd

oops long post!! im not sorry for it, i hope you can find something in here that catches your fancy (or even all of it haha), there's soooo many incredible fics in the fandom it floors me every day that i can read all these incredible works for free!!!

[huramuna]

crimson peak fic - poll & moodboard.

i am working on a crimson peak themed fic! it will be aemond & alys x aemond's new wife. i am still working out how it will be written so i'd love some input!

[vbecker10]

Requests are OPEN

Please see rules below the break!

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Stay the Night?

Sorry Love, I'm Busy

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Whatever it Takes

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You Are My Queen

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Mmm... You're Warm

Loads of Fun

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Loki and you watch Crimson Peak

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King of Tumblr

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20 questions for fic writers

thanks for tagging me @madsmilfelsen! ♥️

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 82...83..including the one i have on anon shhh ;)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 208, 351 words which is crazyyy

3. What fandoms do you write for? house of the dragon primarily because i'm OBSESSED. (thank you rhaegon) i have a eversnow oneshot from the hunger games, a snow/reader one from abosbas, a uncle/niece reylo one from star wars, a darklina daddaughter one from shadow and bone, a demon/witch haladriel one from the rings of power, a hellcheer one from stranger things, a momson soulbates one from bates motel.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? 

5. Do you respond to comments? 90% of the time, within a few days, unless someone is just like "update now!" or something not even saying they liked the fic lol. and honestly sometimes i read the comment and forget to reply lolol.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ...oh god my very dead dove helaena/blood & cheese fic titled anything..."daemon targaryen sends his regards." indeed he did...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? my modern rhaegon fic: one love, two mouths...i wrote that fic during a super difficult time in my life last summer and oof anytime i went back to that fic and wrote it for the weeks i did i poured everything angsty and all my feels into it and it turned out so so fucking good!

8. Do you get hate on fics? yes lmaooo...and sometimes i just get plain dumb comments that make no sense ??? like why'd you even continue reading??? i will never understand that!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? stealing mads answer of "hell yeah, fuck yeah" because HELL TO THE YES. i feel like i write super explicit, visceral smut with FEELING, whether that be possessiveness, anger, jealousy, love, LUST. it's all very encompassing and passionate...

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

if my helaemond twins inspired by reylo force bond counts this YES i have!

i need to expand upon that and write something longer!

11. free space / no question here, send me an ask with one instead please :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? YES one love, two mouths was

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? not yet...but one day...a beloved bestie and i want to and have talked about it before! ;)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? my fave ships are a tie between rhaegon and helaemond and they are my fave fave fave to write! especially when they're fucking each other lol

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i will not tolerate this kind of negativity LOL but rn i feel like i won't ever finish my heldaemond sequel to peaked with crimson or my rhaegon oneshot inspired by the rape me scene in succession

16. What are your writing strengths? incest smut lol no but i think i add a power punch of emotions to even the most smuttiest fics. also my symbolisms & alliterations are awesome ;)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i think some of my fics can seem similar but idk it's hard when it's INCEST and a brother wants to breed his sister =/ also i'll go back and read a fic of mine after a time and see quite a few grammatical errors or something DUMB...sooo...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i used high valyrian in one fic and meh...i honestly forget about it ngl

19. First fandom you wrote for? house of the dragon

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? my rhaegon fics: poisonous veins & suffocator are tied for my top two favorite fics. also dragon sear; seared by sunlight is my most poetic and fave helaemond fic i've written

tagging: @unusual-raccoon @barbiedragon @humanpurposes

@stxrks @arcielee

[marzipanandminutiae]

Do you have any favorite crimson peak fics you're open to sharing? I love any possible dynamics, the ot3, Edith/Lucille, Edith/Thomas either or both Sharpes/reader. I really want some fics to read and I feel like you'd have some of the best recs

So many! I've done a few rec posts already, so I'll link those below. (No "X/reader" fics, because I'm not a fan of those- and anyway, I'd want Edith/Reader, if anything. And nobody writes that for some reason. Seriously, am I the only lesbian who's thirsty for Edith? If so, is everyone else blind?)

Most of them are OT3 or Edith/Lucille, but a few are just Sharpecest. Pure Edith/Thomas isn't usually my thing, since it generally comes with a heaping helping of Lucille Hate(TM). That being said, an OT3-verse oneshot about Edith and Thomas Shenanigans could be fun!

Rec Post 1

Rec Post 2

Rec Post 3

And some that don't appear in any posts but which I still like:

If Thou Wilt Chide, Thy Lips Shall Never Open (explicit, Sharpecest, pre-canon)

The Killing Jar (pre-Sharpecest, pre-canon exploration of Lucille's first murder: their father. dips into canon territory a bit at the end)

Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season (pre-canon Sharpecest, explicit)

like the innocent flower and the serpent under (Edith/Lucille, explicit)

Black Moth Nocturne (short study of Lucille's time in the asylum, pre-canon- the author has written a bunch of good CPeak oneshots, but that's just my favorite of them. because Trash Fire Darling)

and of course, if you're interested, I also write CPeak fics myself...

[juniperkinglet]

so @cozy-fish-crow tagged me in this here tag game, ty milo!! i'm leaving this as an open tag for anyone who wants to do it cuz i'm super curious to see everyone's answers!

🫀 Currently reading: too many books lmao. the main ones are:

Lost Souls by Poppy Z. Brite (queer vampire horror. emotionally very hard to read! but i love it so far)

Black Unicorn by Tanith Lee (whimsical high fantasy, cute and fun and makes me laugh)

Hunger Pangs by Joy Demorra (supernatural polyam romance! i'm not much of a romance reader, but it's so well written and i adore the characters deeply)

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik (slavic jewish dark fantasy!! everything i've ever wanted in jewish characters and female characters. i'm in love.)

🫀 Favorite color: jewel tones, specifically blue & purple. also maroon.

🫀 Last audio file I listened to: Not In Love by Crystal Castles ft. Robert Smith <3 a classic

🫀 Last movie I watched: Crimson Peak! it was my second viewing. not exactly as suspenseful as my first time, before i knew all the twists, but still just as good!

🫀 Sweet, spicy, or savoury: huuuuge sweet tooth

🫀 Currently working on: a few original works, namely two short stories that i may try to get published! also writing two novels, and plotting/worldbuilding three others.

fic-wise, i've picked my kevin sickfic oneshot back up and should get that posted next week :) i've also done a rough outline of a ravens!neil/kevin/riko oneshot that i'm excited about :} and uh, last night i wrote *checks notes* 1,349 words just,, brainstorming a seth/kevin longfic on a whim. just... thinkin about it. maybe

if you think this sounds like too many projects at once then you're absolutely right lmao, but also this is the only way i can stay consistently writing!! if i try to stick to only one thing at a time, i get bored or writers blocked easily and just stop writing for long stretches. gotta stay in the habit by following the whims of hyperfixation!

[bookworm-center]

In honor of Christmas, I decided to write a Six of Crows Christmas oneshot, loosely inspired by a Christmas Carol. I know it's sorta late but who really cares, you know?

Christmas Eve was now dawning on Ketterdam. The streets of the Barrel were filled with a surprising amount of holiday cheer, mainly from pigeons who make themselves marks. Even some of the gangs were celebrating, decking their clubs with wreaths and selling seasonal drinks, like peppermint frosted whiskey shots (not the best choice, by the way).

The Crow Club, however, was lacking in such things. It looked normal, still popular during the holiday but without the special Christmas touches.

This was discussed with Kaz, who had said no to the Christmas decorations. Most of the Dregs were disappointed but not surprised. And so, the Crows made a plan: a plan to change Kaz's mind.

Later that night, Kaz was filing paperwork in his office, muttering equations and new plans under his breath as he worked.

The door slammed open, to reveal Matthias. He was covered in what looked like flour, a grumpy expression on his face from being roped into this plan. "Demjin." He plainly says.

"Yes Helvar?" Kaz doesn't look up from his work, which forces Matthias to move closer, spinning the chair to face him.

"You must listen to me! Look at me!" Matthias fakes a panicked voice. The only sign Kaz is listening is his raised eyebrow. "You will be visited by three spirits tonight. You must change your ways, or suffer the consequences."

Kaz rolls his eyes, returning his attention to the shuffle of papers. "Amusing. Let me guess, I'll be visited by the spirits of past, present and future?"

Matthias doesn't respond; Nina does. She had just waltzed through the door, wearing a bright red dress with a crimson scarf draped over her neck. "You are correct! I am the spirit of-"

"The past, yes I understand, hurry along."

"I am here to show you your past." Nina wiggles her fingers in a dramatic little flourish.

This peaks Kaz's interest. After all, the Crows were unaware of his past. They wouldn't know about Jordie. They wouldn't know about how they used to sing carols until dark, giving gifts at the stroke of midnight. They wouldn't know about Kaz's first Christmas without his brother, when he had to kill a man in order to survive the night, huddled by the man's dead body, the blood painting the cobblestones crimson.

"Oh? And what is in my past? Are you to show me the days when I loved Christmas?"

Nina drops out of character. "You used to love Christmas? I mean, yes! That is what I am going to show you."

"No need to bother, darling. Do you want me to say I'll change? We both know that's not true."

Nina storms out, cursing Kaz under her breath.

Then Jesper walks in. "Greetings Kaz Brekker! I am the spirit of the present." He's wearing a teal suit, a top hat cautiously placed on his head. His hands rest on his guns, until he spreads his arms out and spins.

"What are you doing?"

"Summoning the saints to show you the present." Jesper murmurs out of the corner of his mouth, before stopping his twirling because of the dizziness that set into his head.

"Aren't you supposed to do that?" Kaz quirks a small smile that quickly fades away.

"Am I?" Jesper turns to a wardrobe, where flute music has begun to play, rapid notes swirling in musical succession.

The music abruptly stops. "Yes, that's your job." mutters Wylan from inside the wardrobe, then the music starts back up.

"Right." Jesper steps over to the window, pulling the curtains away and looking down at the street. "Look at all the pigeons- innocent people. None of them are experiencing the magic of Christmas. You can change that. You can change."

Once Jesper walks out the door, Inej comes in. A black cloak swirls around her feet, the hood pulled over her head and covering her eyes. The music reaches a crescendo, the tempo speeding up.

Inej doesn't say a word, as she tosses a dark cloth over Kaz. He supposed this represented the cruel death that would befall him.

"Fine. You can put up Christmas decorations."

Muffled cheers come from the other side of the door as a small genuine smile crosses Kaz's lips.

Literally two days later from Christmas but that's not too far after right? This is my first Six of Crows oneshot so I hope it's at least okay.

[essayofthoughts]

Fic Interview Meme

Tagged by @cosmonauthill all the way Last Year.

This gets long so I’m putting it below a cut and as ever, I am tagging no one for I am where tag games go to die.

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How many works do you have on AO3?

At time of writing, 321. More to come soon.

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

~1.2million at present

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Cutting duplicates/overlapping fandoms:

Marvel Cinematic Universe & X-Men

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Critical Role & TLOVM

Star Wars - All

A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Les Misérables (Film)

Hannibal (TV)

Riverdale (TV)

Norse Religion & Lore

Crimson Peak

His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman

Jupiter Ascending (2015)

Ancient Greek Religion & Lore

In the Flesh (TV)

Hellboy (Movies 2004-2008)

Forgotten Realms

Elsewhere University (Webcomic)

Mad Max Series (Movies)

Pacific Rim

Tam Lin (Traditional Ballad)

Penny Dreadful (TV)

The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types

Flight Rising 

Daredevil (TV)

John Wick (Movies)

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (2017)

Temeraire - Naomi Novik

Gotham (TV)

Shadowhunters (TV)

Dunkirk (2017)

From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series 

DCU

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Questions - Set in @fialleril‘s Double Agent Vader verse, Leia has some questions.

A Whisper On My Shoulder - The first arc of Ghost Cass, where Cass does die but her ghost is lodged in Percy.

unafraid of toil - Oneshot where Harry sorts Hufflepuff and likes to bake.

A Snake of Red and Gold - Oneshot where Draco sorts Gryffindor.

That balance may return - Percy Whump. First chapter is hurt, the rest is healing.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Usually! If someone takes the time to not only read my fic but tell me their thoughts on it it feels only fair to reply and let them know they were heard.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I... do not know. I write almost exclusively angst but I tend to end things with at least the hope of things getting better. You’d be better off asking my readers what they think is the angstiest ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Probably the MCU/Les Mis oneshot series.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I received some... interesting comments from tonkies when I was writing MCU fanfic. If I think someone has a point I’ll address it, if it seems clear to me they’re just being a shit I generally delete the comment.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

So. For the longest time I didn’t really write smut - if I did I wrote it indirectly or with humour because I wasn’t very comfortable with it and every time I tried to sincerely write it it felt clunky as fuck. But... it got to a point where, for some things I wanted to write, I knew I need to improve in that area, so I went out and read some smutfics I liked with the express intent of learning what about them made them work mechanically.

It did not help. I could see the puzzle pieces but could not make them fit non-awkwardly.

And then I wrote Ripley’s Assistant. And I realised I can write smut - when there’s trauma in play, or some other emotional fuckery to add an extra level to the smut. I cannot write simple, straightforward, horny smut. I can write all the weird stuff going on in a character’s head while the smut also happens, because the split focus prevents me from getting awkward and lets me swap as required to avoid frustration.

I am not sure how I feel about this, but! Progress!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Had to deal with someone plagiarising a whole chunk of story beats from one of my fics one time. AO3 handled it. Also have had people use stuff from my monsterblog without attribution before - but everytime I’ve messaged someone about that they’re very quick to fix it; usually they didn’t realise what exactly the useage policy meant and were happy to provide more complete crediting links.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple times! A few of my Maximoff fics have been translated into Russian. It’s very flattering when I get a translation request.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I am credited as Co-Author on a friend’s fic, because I helped them iron out plot problems, plot a whole arc, and have written portions of chapters with characters they struggle with before. I do not consider it co-writing really, because I was originally asked to help as a beta reader and general help with the Maximoff twins and for the most part Aster writes it all, but I am credited as such there because Aster feels it’s fair. So. *shrug emoji*

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don’t really get into shipping. For the longest time I did not understand people getting into arguments over ships. I did not understand how they could be so invested - I wrote ships based on what seemed interesting or plausible and that was about it.

And then Critical Role happened to me.

It’s Perc’ahlia.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Several of my old HP ideas. I want to finish them! But also JKR is a TERFy piece of shit and I don’t know if I can actually be bothered to wade in and arrange the story how I want given the uh... pretty extensive backlash fandom has had to other members of fandom - punching sideways or down instead of up.

What are your writing strengths?

I can pin out a pretty nice niche AU in a small vignette. Also, angst.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut, fluff, comedy & crack.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I usually state it’s another language in dialogue tags and if there’s a few words I can easily put in I do that (have done that with German, Drow and Elvish so far) to give some idea of what the language looks/sounds like. I generally only write an accent for dialect or niche verbal tics and even then I try to keep it to contractions and sentence structure.

Also one time I used glitchscript because there were no Infernal or Abyssal swearwords I could find.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

HP. I wrote ficlets for it for yonks.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Far and away to cancel half a Line. Yes, even now. When I finish certain of my Critical Role fics perhaps they will supersede it, but not just yet - I’m so proud of this obnoxious niche beast of a fic and new comments on it always make my day.

[ao3feedsheith]

the horror was for love

the horror was for love https://archiveofourown.org/works/50704759 by AnnaofAza The house is strange, and so is the brother, but Keith longs to make a home with his new husband. Words: 4023, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Kuron (Voltron) Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Kuron/Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: Inspired by Crimson Peak (2015), Sibling Incest, Established Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, This is a oneshot so please don't expect more from me 😭 via AO3 works tagged 'Keith/Shiro (Voltron)' https://archiveofourown.org October 09, 2023 at 01:13PM

[margridarnauds]

For the WIP thing, can I ask 7, 10, and 11? Thanks!

Thank you! I'm currenlty working on a 1789 oneshot, I have about 5100 words in.

7. What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far?

Either the opening scene or the scene in the church, which is what the fic is based around. Without going too heavily into spoilers, the fic is a retelling of a folk story, specifically Motif E492, "The Midnight Mass of the Dead", which probably has the widest distribution in Scandinavian countries but also has been found all over Europe going back to the Middle Ages, with this retelling also bringing in bits and pieces of Breton beliefs around the dead and afterlife. It's the second time I've done anything related to the Breton beliefs around the dead, the first was in Pour la Peine, which is all about Ronan's sister Solène (in a different timeline), so it was really cool to get to work with that again with Ronan and to kind of touch on the different approaches the siblings take to these things and how those approaches have changed as they've aged. The Midnight Mass is probably one of my favorite folktales of all time -- I think I first heard it when I was a child and reading the Enchanted World books (which also introduced me to kelpies, sparking ANOTHER lifelong obsession) and it's stuck with me since then, it's really cool to get to write it out on page and to adapt it to a French Revolutionary context. I really hope that I can do it justice.

10. What is the last line of dialogue you’ve written?

"Come, even you must admit that we do some things better than Brittany or the Beauce," Lazare said. 

"Never," Ronan replied. At least part of how they'd survived as a couple over the years had been Ronan stubbornly deciding to never, ever let Lazare think that he had too much of the upper hand.

11. What scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic?

Since we're in the homestretch (hopefully!), there shouldn't be all THAT much to write. We've cleared the main kind of scene that this was built around, and now we're going into the conflict resolution stage, but there is going to be one scene coming up, probably immediately after the one I'm writing now, where Ronan basically asks Lazare how soon it would be possible for them to travel to Lazare's ancestral chateau in Provence and Lazare responds that it's possible by the New Year (it's currently Christmas). And this is a small bit of dialogue between the two of them, but it's really highlighting, imo, how much they've really developed as a couple since they were at each other's throats in the canon era, or even the latest we'd seen them in the timeline of this series, where they're still arguing a lot. Like, at this point, it's the nineteenth century, they've been married for decades, they know one another, and so, even without *fully* knowing exactly what happened, Lazare gets Ronan enough to know that he is severely shaken. It's a big thing for Lazare especially, since he never really had any sort of practice at this sort of thing before, he was raised to think of himself as a weapon. And Lazare has his own issues with his ancestral chateau, since he was exposed to a frankly monstrous amount of what we'd call child abuse there, and it is *also* incredibly haunted by various and assorted De Peyrol ancestors -- even though he's come more to terms with it and made the place his own over the years, he still considers himself more of a Parisian than anything else, so this is also definitely an act of love/concern on his part.

Like, without going too heavy into spoilers, this is a gothic folktale. It's leaning more heavily into the gothic tradition than anything I've done since the literal Crimson Peak fanfic. But beneath that, a big sort of question it's trying to ask, and I hope that comes across, is "was it worth it for Ronan to marry Lazare?" Lazare's done terrible things, Ronan had to essentially give up the Revolution for him, and there's a lot of survivor's guilt on Ronan's side when pretty much all of his best friends are dead, and many of them died feeling, not unreasonably, that he betrayed them. He's being haunted, both literally and figuratively. But the final part, even though there's some uncertainty, since there always is, answers that question with "Yes. It was."

[thebonez0ne]

Naruto - Oneshot

As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor of Konohagakure. The trees, with leaves of gold, crimson, and rust, surrounded an open space like sentinels. It was obvious this clearing had been trodden upon many times, as made clear by kicked up dirt and patches of matted grass. The scent of pine and damp earth mingled in the air, and the rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs could be heard in the distance.

A carpet of fallen leaves, in varying hues of orange and brown, covered the ground, crunching softly underfoot. The occasional sound of a bird or small animal could be heard, but the forest was largely silent, as if holding its breath in anticipation of the approaching night.

In the center of the clearing, two teenage boys faced each other in hand to hand combat. They each took a deep breath and readied themselves for another round of the sparring match they had planned. The sun was setting and the air was warm, but their energy was high. Their nearly exhausted bodies dripped with sweat as the kunai in their hands glinted in the waning sunlight.

The first boy, tall and lean, took the first move, lunging forward with a quick jab. His blonde hair whipping about as he sent a powerful roundhouse kick in his opponent’s direction. The second boy, small, thin but agile, easily dodged the attack and countered by tossing his kunai to throw the other off. They dashed and swatted at one another, their movements synchronizing almost too well.

The second boy could tell that his opponent wasn't giving it his all. Every time he left himself open, his partner never tried to take advantage of it. And instead of countering his attacks, he was avoiding them. The smaller boy stepped back, eyeing his partner.

“What’s wrong, Naruto?” the second boy said, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “It’s almost like you’re not even trying.”

Naruto looked at him, a small smile on his face. "I don't want to hurt you, Tsuki," he said. "We're just sparring, remember?"

Tsuki grumbled, crossing his arms defiantly. He hated it when Naruto treated him like he was weaker. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know, but he didn’t have to say it.

“I know that,” he barked, giving Naruto the stink eye. “But you could at least try to hit me. I’m not made of glass.”

“It’s not like it’s a competition.”

Tsuki frowned and huffed, turning away from his sparring partner.

“Seems like training with Master Jiriya has turned you soft.” Tuski teased, waiving his hand absentmindedly.

Naruto's smile faded as he shook his head, "That's not it, Tsuki. I just don't see the point in fighting someone I consider my friend to the point of injury."

Tsuki sighed, detesting the lecture he was now receiving from someone who wasn’t even that much older than him. However, he knew that Naruto had a different perspective on things. After all, he had grown up alone, ostracized by the village, and had to fight tooth and nail just to gain the respect of those around him. But he had never let that harden him or turn him into someone who saw violence as the only answer. He figured Naruto wouldn’t want to throw away all that just to appease Tsuki’s restless spirit.

"I get it," Tsuki said, his tone softened. "I'm sorry for getting on your case. I guess I'm just frustrated that I can't seem to land a hit on you. You just keep dodging all my attacks and-”

Naruto chuckled, twirling his kunai in his hand. A playful twinkle in his eye as he straightened himself out.

"Don't worry about it, Tsuki. You'll get me eventually."

As the sun dipped behind the trees, the moon peaked over the horizon, barely a translucent hologram in the sky. Naruto yawned and as he stretched, his kunai fell from his hand as his muscles stiffened. Tsuki shot Naruto another annoyed look and walked around the clearing to retrieve his own kunai.

“So… Do you wanna grab something to eat?” Naruto asked, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Tsuki dropped the Kunai he had been retrieving from the dirt. His cheeks tinged red, though his face was hidden. Thankfully, the shadows of the forest were already casting a blindfold over the unsuspecting Naruto’s eyes.

“Uhm… sure. I suppose it’s ramen again tonight, right?” Tsuki secured away his kunai set as Naruto approached the edge of the clearing with him. Tsuki pulled on the ribbon holding up his thick scarlet locks and his hair fell around his shoulders.

“I wish I had red hair, you look so cool.” Naruto laughed. Tugging at a fly away strand of hair. Tsuki winced and elbowed his friend in the side.

“Ow, what was that for?” Naruto rubbed his side, looking at Tsuki with a confused expression. He shoved Tsuki but not hard enough to hurt him. Tsuki felt another twinge of annoyance. Why did Naruto treat him like he was so… delicate?

“Don’t pull on my hair, idiot. It hurts.” Tsuki scolded him, but there was a faint smile on his lips. Once more, he was grateful for the night fall, as it hid his reddened face. Naruto grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.     “Sorry, sorry. I’m just jealous. See, my mom had red hair. Sometimes I wonder what I’d look like with her hair-” Naruto pulled at his blonde hair gently, and blew a strand from his eye. Naruto had a goofy look on his face, and it made Tsuki all bubbly inside. He hid his flustered expression behind the long sleeve of his yukata.

The two of them walked through the woods along the well trodden path that cut through the thick grass. An owl hooted amongst the branches as the stars above began to show their spark in the dark navy-blue sky. The two young shinobi kept in pace with one another, jumping over fallen tree stumps and overturned rocks. As the village gates came closer, their stomachs growled in anticipation. After a long day of training, Tsuki was dying for some food.

Entering the village, Naruto and Tsuki were greeted by the guards at the gate. The two guard Shinobi allowed them to pass through, but not without a scolding word for being out so late. Naruto scoffed at them and waved off their lectures as the two of them continued on into the heart of the Leaf Village.

The Hidden Leaf Village at night had a completely different atmosphere compared to its daytime counterpart. The bustling streets and busy marketplaces that were once filled with merchants and villagers are now quiet and calm. The dimly lit streets are illuminated by soft lanterns, casting a warm and peaceful glow. From behind drawn curtains, the sounds of families settling down for dinner could be heard.

The village's landmarks, such as the Hokage's office and the old Academy building stood tall and silent, watching over the village and its people like unspoken sentinels. The Hokage's office, in particular, cast a formidable presence in the night, with its imposing architecture and glowing lanterns leaving an authoritative echo across the village.

Tsuki and Naruto joked and chided playfully as they laughed through the dimly lit cobblestone street. A cat quickly rounded a corner as Naruto attempted a poorly executed parkour flip off a rickety fence. The wooden plank collapsed under the weight of his foot as he pushed off, causing the jinchuriki to fall flat on his face.

“Loser- did you really think that was a good idea?” Tsuki chuckled, reaching his hand down to Naruto. Naruto frowned and grasped Tsuki’s hand, pulling himself to his feet. He once again stood a few inches taller than his red-haired friend.

Naruto rubbed his nose, which was now slightly red and sore from the impact. There was a splotch of dust on the bridge of his nose, giving him an almost rugged look, if it weren’t for that childish look in his eyes.

"Hey, at least I tried," he retorted with a grin. Tsuki rolled his eyes but couldn't help but chuckle at Naruto's enthusiasm. Tsuki reached into the inner folds of his yukata, withdrawing a periwinkle blue handkerchief.

“Not only did you fall flat on that stupid looking face of yours, but you also got dirt on your nose.” Tsuki snickered, reaching up and quickly wiping the mess off Naruto’s face. The blonde boy crossed his eyes, his face flushing only slightly.

“O-oh, thanks.” Naruto gave his classic goofball smile, tilting his head to the side a little. Suddenly his expression changed and he glared at Tsuki.

“Wait… stupid?! Hey- I’m not stupid looking. Take that back!”

The two of them continued walking down the quiet streets, Tsuki laughing so hard his stomach ached. Naruto was grumbling about being ‘exceptionally handsome’ for his age and that Tsuki was just ‘jealous’.

As the two friends walked, they passed by a few other villagers who were out and about, most of whom offered them a friendly wave or greeting. The sense of community and camaraderie was strong in the Hidden Leaf Village, especially at night when everyone seemed to come together in a peaceful and quiet way.

As the dim lanterns of Ichiraku came into view, Naruto’s stomach growled viciously. The smell of miso broth reached their noses, and they quickened their pace, nearly shoving one another out of the way. The tiny ramen shop was tucked into a peaceful corner of the downtown area.

The thatched roof sloped down and a large paper lamp illuminated the threshold of the petite restaurant. Large white banners with red kanji spelling out ICHIRAKU hung over the lip of the roof, giving limited privacy to those who dined in.

Tsuki and Naruto slipped into the shop, seating themselves upon short stools behind the serving bar. A gentle orange glow surrounded them as an old gentleman wearing a white apron and hat to match, approached them. He had a kind; fatherly smile and he addressed the two shinobi.

“What can I get you boys?”

Naruto jumped at the question and excitedly ordered two large bowls of Miso pork ramen with extra fish cakes. Tsuki didn’t protest. He knew it was pointless to argue with Naruto over which ramen he actually wanted. In fact, he’d gotten so use to Miso pork ramen at this point that any other ramen probably wouldn’t taste right.

As Old man Teuchi prepared their meal, Tsuki leaned his elbow on the bar surface and rested his head in his palm. He was so tired after today. Training with Naruto was exhausting because of just how powerful Naruto was. Of course, he would never request that Naruto to change his fighting style. He admired Naruto’s spirit of never giving up. It definitely pushed Tsuki to do better.

“So Tsuki, I heard you’re finally graduating the Academy. Took ya long enough-” Naruto teased, poking his friend in the side with a single finger. Tsuki fidgeted in his seat, the jab tickling him slightly.

“Oh shut up, Naruto. You know it’s because I started late. Didn’t you fail the graduation exam like a million times?” the red-haired shinobi threw back at his counterpart with a sly grin. Naruto didn’t like that. He was very good at throwing around jokes like shadow clones but he couldn’t take one if it was handed to him.

“And what’s that supposed to mean, eh Tsuki? I’m gonna be hokage one day. You better watch what you say.”

“Yeah, yeah, Hokage this, hokage that. Keep dreamin, big shot.”

Old man Teuchi returned and placed two steaming bowls of broth and noodles in front of Naruto and Tsuki respectively. Naruto snatched up his chopsticks in a flash. Just as he was about to dig in, Tsuki stopped him. He placed a delicate hand on Naruto’s wrist, pausing his actions.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Naruto?”

With noodles almost half way to his gaping mouth, Naruto looked at Tsuki from the corner of his eye. He put his chopsticks down nodded to his friend. The smell of his ramen making his mouth water.

“Oh right, sorry.”

The two of them placed their palms together and spoke in unison.

“Thankyou for the food.”

The two Shinobi began to chow down on their savory dishes. Tsuki took his approach a little more gracefully than Naruto, who was already beginning to make a mess of the napkin in his lap. Old man Teuchi asked them both what they would like to drink. Tsuki opted for some Amazake, meanwhile Naruto chose a fizzy sweet soda.

For a while, the only sounds were the tapping of their disposable wooden chopsticks against the ceramic bowls which they feasted from, and the incessive slurping as Naruto devoured his ramen.

“Hey so… uhm… Did you wanna hang out a little more after dinner?” asked Naruto, but his question seemed almost hesitant. Tsuki looked up from his bowl, which was now half empty. The remanence of split noodles and some chopped leaks floated in the last few mouthfuls of broth.

“Sure. Not like I gotta be home at any specific time…” Tsuki replied as he brought the lip of the bowl to his mouth and gulped down the last of the delicious golden broth. A little dribble fell down his chin and he once again produced the periwinkle blue handkerchief from earlier. He used the unsoiled side to wipe his mouth clean before setting his chopsticks across bowl and pushed it away from him. For once, he had finished before Naruto.

         After the bill was paid, and they had given their thanks to Old man Teuchi, Naruto and Tsuki ventured back out into the warm evening. By now, it was well past sun down, both shinobi were almost ready to expire for the night, but neither of them had anything to do the next day. They aimlessly padded through the sleepy streets of Konohagakure. One by one, lights within the homes that lined the streets flickered out as the residents of the Hidden leaf fell to sleep. Soon the only illumination were from the flimsy decorative paper lamps strung along the rooftops.

         “What do you wanna do now? I mean… you said you wanted to hang out but there really isn’t much to do at this time of night…”

         “I dunno actually. I just…”

         “Didn’t feel like going home to an empty house, huh? I feel you there…” Tsuki finished Naruto’s thought. They both sighed, knowing what awaited each of them respectively at home. Neither of them had someone patiently awaiting their arrival at home, so naturally they tried to spend as much time away from home as possible.

         “You could always just come over to my place. Like a sleep over.” Tsuki smiled, sensing the sadness creeping up on Naruto. His friend was obviously dreading going home. However, knowing Naruto, he always had something smart to say.

         “Aren’t we a little old for sleepovers?” Naruto questioned half-heartedly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as they passed the Hokage’s office.  Tsuki just shrugged his shoulders, kicking a pebble down the street. Although he knew Naruto’s statement wasn’t a rejection to the idea, he felt a little foolish. Perhaps they were a little too old for that. But Tsuki doubled down.

         “I don’t think so. Afterall, we have to enjoy our youth while we still have it, right?”

         “Good grief, you sound like Gai Sensei.” Naruto rolled his eyes with a laugh. By now they were passing Naruto’s house. The windows were dark, accentuating the emptiness that awaited Naruto beyond the locked door. The building was decrepit and run down, but that was to be expected from a government run apartment.

         They both stopped to stare at the apartment building. Tsuki silently wondered what was going through his friend’s head. There was a tense silence between them for a moment before Tsuki reached over and sheepishly tugged at Naruto’s sleeve, breaking the blonde boy out of his train of thought.

         “Are you going inside?” he asked, looking at Naruto, who was still staring at the dark windows of his own apartment. He exhaled and returned Tsuki’s gaze.

         “Oh, on second thought… could I come over? I don’t really feel like spending another night alone.” Naruto’s eyes tore away from his apartment and Tsuki smiled widely.

         “Yeah! Absolutely. I have a back up futon you can use in my closet.” He was almost too excited. After all, Tsuki was in the same boat as Naruto. His house was just as empty considering he also had no parents await him.

         Naruto took one last forlorn look at his apartment before he and Tsuki walked away, continuing their journey into the night. The warm air had slowly cooled to a chilly breeze as the crickets cried for rain. The wind blew a few lone leaves across their feet. They danced in the moonlight, a red maple leaf swirling in harmony with a golden ginkgo leaf from an icho tree.

         Their walk didn’t last much longer, as Tsuki’s apartment was not far from Naruto’s block. Tsuki’s home was situated in a less populated part of the village. The shops were sparce and even the lamps weren’t all lit. However, the milky wash of moonlight made the peeling paint look rustic and old, giving the place an ancient feel.

         “It’s not much to look at, but it’s home.” Tsuki spoke as he pulled a key from the folds of his Yukata. Unlocking the door to a ground floor suit, the two shinobi were met by a deafening blackness. The smell of white lilies and sandal wood incense penetrated the dark. When Tsuki turned on his hallow light, it revealed a narrow corridor with three doors that branched off to their respective rooms. The Kitchen to the left of the main door, the bathroom next to it, and on the opposite side of the hall was the bedroom door. The walls were bare and lacked any kind of decoration.

         Naruto and Tsuki bent down to remove their footwear. Tsuki leaning against the wall. Some how, they managed to bonk their heads together whilst taking off their shoes, resulting in both boys rubbing their foreheads. They couldn’t help but laugh through the pain however.

         Once settled, Tsuki lead Naruto to his kitchen where he offered his friend a beverage. Unfortunately, his choices were limited to water, milk or orange juice. Not very fancy, Tsuki thought to himself. Naruto however, didn’t seem bothered at all and graciously asked Tsuki for a glass of milk. The scarlet haired shinobi obliged, and poured himself the same.

         “Your house is a lot cleaner than mine. Where do you get the time to clean between training?” Naruto asked, gulping down his glass of milk. Tsuki eyed him with a look of annoyed disbelief.

         “There’s lots of time. I don’t run around the village making a fool of myself, Naruto. Maybe if you prioritized a little more, you could find the time to clean your house.”

         “Yeah, yeah, but I’ve also got missions. You’re not even a full fledged genin yet.” Naruto teased, trying to get leverage over the conversation, though he really had no room to talk.

         “And you’re still a Genin at seventeen. Don’t talk the talk if you haven’t walked the walk, loser. Shikamaru, Sakura and Ino are all chunin now.”

         Tsuki put his glass down, wiping the milk mustache from his upper lip. The shorter shinobi opened his cupboard, retrieving a box of miniature sweet red bean buns. Naruto eyed the box eagerly. Despite having just ate dinner, he seemed like he had enough room for dessert. Tsuki pulled open the cardboard tab.

He almost felt bad giving Naruto the cold hard truth, but Tsuki knew better than anyone, you can’t reach your goals off talent and enthusiasm alone. Discipline in the field starts with discipline at home.

         “Yanno, for someone who lectures me so much, you’re very lenient. Giving me sweets while you monologue about how I should work harder.” Naruto laughed as Tsuki tossed a plastic wrapped bean bun across the table top. Tsuki’s ears reddened and kept his face turned away.

         “I’m not… lecturing you.” He mumbled shyly, “I just… well- never mind. You’re right, I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t be talking.” Tsuki took his seat, resting the open box between them. The pale florescent light bulb above the kitchen table casting warm shadows, expelling the creeping darkness from the night outside.

         “Your heart’s in the right place.” Naruto mumbled through a mouthful of bean bun, crumbs falling from the corners of his mouth and littering the table. Tsuki held back a snicker while a peckish Naruto tried to pick up each individual crumb to savour it. Tsuki gently pushed the box towards him.

         “Plenty to go around, don’t be stingy.”

         “Really? Thanks, Tsuki-” Naruto’s eyes lit up as he unwrapped himself another bean bun.

シーン

           Once Naruto had his fill of the sweets in Tsuki’s cupboard, the two of them had been up well past a reasonable time. Both boys yawned with the exhaustion of a long day. Tsuki dismissed himself to his washroom to brush his teeth, meanwhile Naruto attempted to unfold the futon that had been stored in Tsuki’s closet. It didn’t take him long, and once Tsuki had returned, Naruto was already sprawled out on the futon. The bedroom was small and the walls bare except for a few simplistic pieces of artwork that Tsuki had done himself. There really wasn’t enough room for two beds, but he was surprised Naruto made it work. As always, his determination went into whatever he put his mind to.

         “So, what do you wanna do tomorrow?” Naruto questioned through a stifled yawn, splaying his arms and legs out like a starfish. Tsuki padded towards his own futon and sat down, facing Naruto. Their bedspreads within inches of one another.

         “I mean, whatever you want I guess. Though, I have to meet up with Iruka Sensei in the afternoon. He’s going to teach me how to infuse chakra so I can walk on water tomorrow.” Tsuki lie down, staring up at the ceiling. The oil lamp on the floor next to his futon flickered faintly with a soft crackle of the wick.

         “Didn’t you have jinja training in your village?” Naruto pondered, turning his head to look at his scarlet haired friend. Tsuki could already feel his cheeks heating up, and he cursed himself. Even from the corner of his eye, he could decern Naruto’s curious gaze. The puzzled stare made Tsuki feel pressured. He couldn’t expect Naruto of all people to know about The hidden Moon village, but made Tsuki pause, before exhaling heavily with his answer.

         “My village never needed a ninja academy. My family were descended from Samurai, so the Akuma clan were the first line of defence. But when I was born, my family wasn’t in the good graces of the rest of the village folk...” Tsuki trailed off, wondering if he should continue with the darker details. He didn’t want to trauma dump all over Naruto, who probably wouldn’t remember half of what he said later anyways.

         “The Akuma clan, huh? So you’re like an exchange student?”

         A twinge of pain stabbed Tsuki in his chest, but he kept his face blank, eyes glazed over as he lost himself in the thoughts of his past. Actually, Tsuki had no desire to become a shinobi, but it had been a suggestion from the Hokage. She planted the idea in his head that Tsuki could bring honor back to his family name by becoming a virtuous, upstanding shinobi… He wasn’t a fan of the violence, but then again, Tsuki was descended from Samurai. It was in his blood to fight.

         “Yeah, kind of…” he sighed, holding back the painful feeling in his chest. He almost failed to keep his voice from cracking, and shut his mouth before he could give himself away.

         Naruto, oblivious as always; did not acknowledge this, and took it upon himself to change the subject. Much to Tsuki’s relief, Naruto laughed.

         “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Some of the best Shinobi have come from the Hidden Leaf. And from what I’ve seen, you’re alright.”

         Tsuki let out a visible sigh of relief, chuckling a little. He’d never been so grateful for Naruto’s amazing ability to be brilliantly stupid.

         “Thanks, Loser.”

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