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Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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You awaken to the sight of Itadori gazing down upon you.   

“[Name]!”   

He cries out in a panic, and there’s no denying the look of concern on his face. Truthfully, it takes you a little while to make sense of everything. The last thing you recall is your close encounter with Sukuna, with Gojo showing up not long afterwards, but past that, there’s not a single memory to draw from. It’s all blank.   

“You fainted,” Itadori explains. In that case, it makes sense why you’re so disoriented. Right. Gojo appeared, which means that he must have been just about to fight Sukuna for a few seconds and test Itadori’s ability to suppress him, but before that, he briefly turned his attention to you. And then you passed out without even managing a proper response.   

Man. You kind of suck at first impressions, huh?   

“I’m alive,” you mumble breathlessly. “I actually… survived all of that.”   

By all accounts, it’s a miracle. You’re not supposed to be involved in the plot. You’re not a character in the main storyline. Which of course means that any number of things could have gone horribly, irreversibly wrong. Especially since Sukuna nearly forced you to eat his finger yourself.   

At least now, finally, it’s all over. Itadori has become Sukuna’s vessel, just like he was meant to be. From this moment onwards, he will face no shortage of hardship, but at least you were able to keep the plot on track. At least you haven’t completely messed everything up. Which means that all of this insanity is about to come to an end. Once Itadori leaves for Jujutsu High, you’ll no longer have any part in this.   

Or at least, that’s what you’d like to think. You’ve been put through hell tonight, and you desperately want to believe that a peaceful life awaits you.   

But of course, you’re dead wrong—and soon, you will realize it’s far too late to escape.  

“Ah, you’re awake,” a familiar voice hums. You turn towards the person who just spoke, and there he is. The man, the myth, the legend himself. Gojo Satoru. You didn’t really get the chance to admire him earlier since your body just kind of decided to shut down, but now that you’re lucid again, you can’t help but stare at him incredulously.   

Gojo approaches you with a smile. “Hello, there. Yuji mentioned that you’re his friend. [Name], right? How are you feeling?”   

“I’m alright,” you reply in a daze, and you hope to god you’re not drooling, because it sure as hell feels like you are.  

My god, he’s hot.  

Fortunately, you keep from blurting that remark aloud, and Gojo just keeps smiling at you. Which is honestly a bit unsettling, because even though he’s one of the good guys, he’s definitely got a mischievous side to him, and it almost feels like he’s scheming something.   

“Here, stand up,” Gojo offers, and he grabs you by the hand to help pull you to your feet. You briefly fangirl, of course (Gojo Satoru is holding your hand!), but you can tell that he’s got a few things he wants to say, so you face him with a solemn expression.   

There’s a pause, and then his smile widens.   

“Your friend Yuji is going to be executed,” he states matter-of-factly.   

What a truly horrifying thing to say with such a careless, easygoing expression.   

You’re not surprised, though, because you’re already familiar with how the storyline will proceed. Still, for the purposes of not coming across like a total psycho, you turn towards Itadori with your mouth agape, feigning shock and absolute horror.   

“Wh-What?” you splutter. “I… I don’t understand. Why would you say something like that?”   

Even though you’re certainly not going to win any Oscars, you hope that your shitty acting is convincing enough. And by the looks of things, it is , because Itadori lets out a heavy sigh and slumps his head forward.   

“He tied me to a chair earlier and started saying all kinds of weird stuff. Apparently, he and his allies are trying to collect a whole bunch of those fingers. There’s twenty of them in total. That guy whose finger I ate… his name is Sukuna, or something. And he’s apparently super-duper strong. I’m not sure how I’m able to control him, but it looks like I’ve become his vessel. He’s so dangerous that they normally would have killed me by now, but instead, the higher-ups agreed to let me live until I find all the remaining fingers and eat those too. And once I’ve done that, then they’ll kill me. Along with Sukuna. To make sure he’s gone for good.”   

You’re not sure what the appropriate response is. This is all stuff you already know, but putting yourself in the shoes of someone who isn’t from another world, who doesn’t have knowledge of how everything will proceed… essentially, your friend’s just told you he’s guaranteed to die, at some point or another.   

That shit’s pretty fucked up.   

You clench your fists. “Itadori’s a good person. Why are you threatening to—”   

“Sorry, sorry,” Gojo waves off. “I wasn’t actually looking for any input. The situation’s pretty non-negotiable, to be honest. Yuji’s execution has only been postponed because I argued in his favor. You don’t seem like you’re aware of how dangerous Sukuna actually is , so believe me when I say that I’m amazed they accepted my proposition in the first place.”   

Trust me. I know exactly how dangerous he is.   

Once again, you keep your thoughts to yourself, and instead, you turn to gaze out the window. It’s early morning, by the looks of things. You’ve been out cold for quite some time. But at least you can go home now, right…?   

“I’m sure this is a lot to take in,” Gojo continues, “but it’s really the only option we have. To be honest, it’s a miracle that Yuji survived in the first place. He was able to eat Sukuna’s finger without any side effects. An ordinary human would have died immediately. But for some reason, Megumi tells me that you encouraged Yuji to eat the finger. And you seemed to have full faith that he’d survive. Do you mind explaining that?”   

…ah, shit.   

“I-I was scared,” you swallow uncomfortably, taking a step back. “Fushiguro mentioned before that only those with cursed energy can kill curses. And since Itadori didn’t have any cursed energy, I thought that… maybe he could gain some. By eating that finger. We were backed into a corner and I thought we were all going to die. Itadori’s already really strong to begin with, so I felt like he could save us.”   

“Hmm.”   

Thankfully, Gojo doesn’t press the issue any further. Perhaps it’s a reasonable enough explanation, especially since he believes that you’re a total noob in the world of jujutsu sorcerers and the like. Surely he doesn’t suspect that you know more than you’re willing to admit.   

Yeah… surely not.   

“Okay,” he grins. “I guess that explains it. Oh! But I had another question, actually. Megumi also told me that when Sukuna first awakened, for some reason, he said he recognized you. He said that he’d seen you before. That’s kind of weird, isn’t it?”   

You freeze up on the spot, and at that moment, it finally hits you.   

There’s no chance in hell they’re going to let you walk away from this.   

“I don’t know what he meant by that,” you insist. “It was my first time ever speaking to that scary guy.”   

Technically not a lie, because when you encountered him inside his Innate Domain, you didn’t actually say a single word. You were too busy crapping your pants from fright.  

You’re not sure exactly how much is safe to reveal, but you suppose a half-truth would be good enough. Because if you admit that Sukuna was trying to make you eat his finger and possibly turn you into his vessel…   

Well, evidently, the higher-ups aren’t shy about executing people they deem dangerous.   

“Itadori showed me the finger once before,” you admit. “Back when he first found it at school. It was all wrapped up in the seal back then, so I had no clue what it was, but he tossed it to me, and I held onto it for a few moments. Do you think that’s what Sukuna was referring to?”   

“Sukuna should have been contained within the seal, even as flimsy and worn-out as it was, so I don’t see how that would work.”  

Gojo leans over, bringing his face level with your own, and you gulp, unnerved by the lack of distance. He’s ridiculously attractive, of course, but he can also be pretty intimidating too. Without even trying.   

It doesn’t take long for a smile to return to his face, though.   

“Oh, well!” he shrugs. “I guess we’ll just have to cross that bridge when we get there! I’m gonna have my hands full figuring all of this out, huh?”   

“Haha… ha.”  

Seriously, fuck my life.   

“Leave [Name] alone,” Itadori frowns. “I get why you guys are after me because of the finger, but she’s not involved. She was just worried about Sasaki and Iguchi, like I was. I’m the one who became Sukuna’s vessel, so let me deal with it. She doesn’t need to worry about any of this stuff. She should be going home and getting some rest.”   

Gojo’s smile finally drops. “Not involved, you say? Well, from your perspective, it might seem that way, but let me be honest. A lot isn’t adding up here. Unlike you, [Name] was already able to see curses, and she possesses an overwhelming amount of cursed energy. As things stand, she’s far from being an ordinary person. Not to mention that Sukuna himself expressed interest in her. I understand that you’re worried about your friend and you want to keep her safe… but I can’t in good faith just walk away and pretend like I never ran into her. It’s my responsibility as a jujutsu sorcerer. Besides. If I leave her all on her own, something tells me she’ll be found by someone else sooner or later. And more likely than not, they won’t have good intentions.”   

You lower your gaze to the ground, because you already know where he’s going with this. In fact, you probably should have realized it from the moment that small curse ran away from you. From the moment you inexplicably met Sukuna inside his Innate Domain. From the moment he called out to you and beckoned you towards him.   

Or rather… from the moment you first awoke in this world.   

You shouldn’t be here. By all accounts, it doesn’t make any sense. But the fact remains that you are , and naturally, weird shit is bound to happen. Things are bound to change. The life you’ve been thrust into is going to be nothing like the one you lived before, and it’s about time you came to terms with that.   

“Yuji and [Name],” Gojo says, a grin spreading across his lips, “both of you… are coming to Jujutsu High with me.”

Not long after your discussion with Gojo, you visit Sasaki and Iguchi in the hospital, along with Itadori. The scene that follows is pretty much exactly like in the anime. Sasaki is almost entirely unharmed, whereas Iguchi is presumably going to be alright in the long-term, but he’s still unconscious for the time being.   

It’s a strange feeling, to be honest. Seeing the two of them and knowing it’ll be the very last time. You always assumed Itadori was the one who was destined to leave. You figured that he would only be your friend for a short while, and then, you would have no choice but to say your goodbyes. You told yourself that after he left, you would stick with Sasaki and Iguchi and keep them company in his place.   

But now, it looks like you have to leave, too.   

“Someone will be stopping by tomorrow to help Iguchi,” Itadori says. He pauses to offer a weak smile. “I’m sorry. This all happened because I picked up that cursed object in the first place. What you saw inside the school… they weren’t monsters. They were curses. Iguchi will be alright, though. I promise.”   

Sasaki stares at him, visibly confused, and then she turns towards you. “[Name]...? So you were at school last night, too? Both of you came to help us?”   

“I’m sorry,” you also apologize, instinctively bowing your head. Naturally, this all would have happened even without your involvement, but still. You feel compelled to apologize. Not just for what she’s been through, but the fact that you won’t be able to stay behind as her friend.   

“I’m sorry, but we can’t stick around much longer,” Itadori tells her. He smiles once more, looking even more pained than he did a few moments ago. “There’s somewhere we need to go. Sorry. We’ll see you later, okay?”   

Even without the words being stated outright, Sasaki must already know. She must realize that this isn’t just a regular hospital visit. It's a goodbye.   

“Alright,” she nods, and she’s considerate enough not to ask any questions. She just sits there, next to Iguchi’s beside, with a wistful expression. “Bye, guys. Wherever you’re going… good luck.”   

You and Itadori walk out of the building, both with heavy hearts. Itadori is probably the nicest, bravest, most compassionate person in the world, but even he can’t just shrug off the thought of being executed. You know that death scares him, but it’s less about the process of dying, and whether or not he’ll be able to have a ‘good’ death. Whether he’ll be able to say that he lived a life free of regrets. A life where he did everything in his power to save others.   

Just because he’s strong doesn’t mean he’s not scared, though. Just because he’s going to accept his fate without putting up a fight doesn’t mean it isn’t hitting him hard. He’s only a highschooler. A boy who’s lived a happy, carefree life until now. It’s impossible not to be nervous, not to feel apprehensive, not to yearn for something else.   

But no matter how frustrated Itadori feels, it doesn’t matter.   

He will never give up.   

You know what awaits him is nothing short of hell. That’s why you were so desperate to avoid this. It’s such a horrifying world to land yourself in. It certainly isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. It isn’t going to be a blissful experience, where you’ll be able to interact with your favorite characters free of any worries. It’d be nice if that were the case, but it just isn’t .   

Unlike Itadori, you aren’t a protagonist. You aren’t naturally courageous, or ready to throw your life away if someone else is in danger. You wish you could say you are, but not everyone is meant to be a hero. And in the real world, the average person won’t think twice before prioritizing their own safety.  

But it looks like you’re going to have to change. Even if you aren’t like that to begin with, you’re going to have to become that kind of person. You’re going to have to face your fears and hold your ground, bite your tears back when you feel like running away. Like it or not, in this world, you are a unique, special existence, and that may very well be for a reason. Perhaps… perhaps you might be able to save the people that Itadori wasn’t able to. Perhaps you’ve been put in this world to ease his burden. To stand by his side and support him in his darkest hours.  

You’re terrified of what’s to come. No doubt about it. And you can’t really say that you were a particularly remarkable person in your previous life.   

But maybe this time, you can be.   

“I’m going to do it,” Itadori says as you walk side-by-side. He glances over at you and furrows his brows. “If curses and people like that Sukuna guy are really so dangerous, then I’ll do it. I’ll eat all those fingers and do whatever it takes. My grandpa wanted me to help people. So that when it’s my time to go, at least I’ll be surrounded by the people I care about. That was his dying wish.”  

He reaches out and gently squeezes your hand, a smile returning to his face. Whether the gesture was meant to reassure you or himself, you honestly don’t know. But it doesn’t matter. As long as you’re together, it’ll be alright. Even the scariest moments will be bearable.  

You won’t let his story end in tragedy, and hopefully, neither will yours.

“Mom, dad, I need to leave. I’m transferring to a new school, which means I’ll be moving to a different city. Today.”   

Normally, when parents hear something like this without any prior notice, their immediate instinct is to be concerned. This is the part where they’re supposed to start chiding you for saying something so ridiculous, which will be followed by a firm refusal.   

But that doesn’t happen.   

“We know,” your mother nods, with a strange, somewhat eerie look in her eyes. “You’re going to become a jujutsu sorcerer, aren’t you? So that you can protect all kinds of people.”   

“...”   

Okay, what in the ever-loving fuck ?  

“Um,” you respond, blinking repeatedly in disbelief. “How did you—?”   

“Don’t worry about us,” your father piles on. “This is very important, isn’t it? Go do what you need to do. We understand.”   

Alright, well, you knew from the start that they weren’t your real parents, because they clearly hadn’t been isekai’d like you, but to hear them casually going on about things they shouldn’t know—since you never told them a damn thing about curses or sorcerers—is unbelievably freaky. This interaction is further proof that you’re not really a part of this world, and they’re just meant to be some weird stand-ins. They’re not even actual people themselves. More like omniscient NPCs.  

“This is creepy as fuck,” you sigh, shaking your head in defeat.  

“Hurry up, darling,” your mother encourages with a smile. “Gojo is waiting outside to pick you up, along with Itadori and Fushiguro.”   

“Oh my god, stop it! You’re seriously freaking me out!”   

You can’t possibly get out of the house any faster, your luggage clunking behind you every time the wheels spin out or roll over a rock. True to your creepy NPC mom’s word, three people are waiting outside, one of whom is Itadori, and he excitedly waves to you.   

“[Name], hey!” he beams. “Good morning. Excited to make the trip to Tokyo?”   

“Definitely. I’m never coming back to this house ever again,” you shudder.  

“Huh, why? Did you have a fight with your parents or something?”   

You let out a heavy sigh, refusing to elaborate. Anyways, it doesn’t really matter. It looks like you were always destined to get involved, whether you intended to or not. People don’t just get isekai’d in their favorite anime to not play a role in the story. In all the fanfiction you’ve read, that’s pretty much an unwritten rule.  

“All ready to go?” Gojo smiles.   

You nod slowly. Truth to be told, you have many, many doubts. You’re scared that you’re not strong enough to make a difference, even if the story is pulling you in. You’re scared that you might end up meeting an early death, even with all this knowledge on your side. And you’re scared that if you really do disappear… Itadori will have yet another person to grieve.  

Itadori wants to have a proper death, and honestly? You want the same thing. You want to be able to look back at all you’ve accomplished and say that you genuinely, truly did everything you could.   

So, that’s what you’ll do.   

“I’m ready,” you nod, gripping the handle of your suitcase a bit tighter. “But before we go… I just have one request.”   

Gojo tilts his head to the side, confused, and he watches as you pull your phone out of your pocket, only to stare at him with a stern expression.   

“Take a selfie with me, please.”

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a/n : jjk characters not mine. contains heavy lemons / mature scenes as the story progresses. reverse harem. femoc x nanami/geto/gojo. jjk alternate au. Wattpad Link : Theirs to Share || Story Masterlist : Jujutsu Kaisen

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains of the dorm common room, golden light casting long shadows across the wood floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the space like a lazy hug, the kind of smell that promised recovery, gossip, and just a little chaos.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, wearing an oversized hoodie and sipping from a chipped mug that said “Curse Killer: Certified”. Your hair was a mess. Your body still sore. But your heart? Light.

Across from you, Shoko plopped into the armchair with an exhale and a fresh pot of coffee in hand. Her under-eyes were slightly smudged, signs of a long night tending to students, but she looked far too amused for someone so sleep-deprived.

Mei Mei joined a second later, brushing silvery strands behind her ear, wrapped in a silk robe she somehow made battle-ready. She sat with the elegance of a queen, setting down her coffee as if she had summoned it from thin air.

“So,” Mei Mei purred, one perfectly arched brow raised.

“You coming home to three extremely hot, extremely jealous men, and letting Nanami rub your shoulders while the other two watch? Bold move.”

You blinked innocently. “I was sore. Nanami offered.”

“Mmm,” Shoko hummed around her mug. “That wasn’t the only thing sore by the time he was done with you, huh?”

You choked on your coffee.

“Shoko!” you gasped, laughing, cheeks already warm.

She just grinned, completely unbothered. “Don’t act innocent. I’ve seen the way Gojo pouts when you call Nanami first.”

“And Geto,” Mei Mei added, swirling her coffee lazily, “looks like he wouldn’t mind watching the three of you tangled up like a curse in a cage.”

You spluttered again, clutching your mug like a lifeline. “I—You guys are awful.”

“No,” Shoko smirked, “we’re realists. And we know you.”

Just then, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. You glanced at it and grinned. “Speaking of pure-hearted souls—”

You tapped the screen.

Utahime’s sleepy face filled the video call, wrapped in blankets, her hair mussed, clearly still in bed.

“H-hello?” she blinked, then yawned. “What time is it?”

“Time to talk about our favorite love triangle. Or is it a square now?” Mei Mei asked, leaning closer to the screen.

Utahime’s face went crimson in real-time.

“W-what?!”

“Our girl here,” Shoko chimed in, nudging you with her foot, “came back to three men basically tripping over each other to take care of her. She let Nanami give her a massage while the other two were ready to combust.”

“Shoko—!” you groaned.

“And now Geto’s in his emotionally awakened polycule era,” Mei Mei added, sipping daintily.

Utahime gasped. “Wait—do they all know?!”

“Oh, sweetie,” Mei Mei purred, “they don’t have to. The tension could curse an entire prefecture.”

“Stop it—!” you laughed, hiding your burning face in your sleeves.

Utahime tugged her blanket higher over her mouth, trying to hide her blush. “I-I wouldn’t know how to handle one of them, let alone three!”

“I’ll make you a how-to guide,” Shoko deadpanned.

“Please don’t,” Utahime squeaked.

“ One: Let Nanami touch your sore spots while the other two watch and seethe—” Shoko continued.

“STOP IT!!” you wailed, laughing so hard you nearly dropped your mug.

Mei Mei grinned slyly. “Or… let them take turns.”

Utahime screamed and hung up the call.

The three of you burst into laughter loud enough to wake the dead.

Shoko wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. “Oh god, I live for making her explode like that.”

“You’re all evil,” you muttered, face buried in a pillow now.

“And yet,” Mei Mei said, glancing at you with a smirk, “you’re glowing.”

You peeked up at them.

“Do you think it’s… okay? To not choose? What if I want… all three?”

Shoko shrugged. “If they don’t mind? Then I say: live deliciously.”

Mei Mei raised her mug. “To hell with norms. You’re a walking elemental goddess with more power than any of them. If they want you—they can share. Like adults.”

You clinked your mug against theirs, your heart light and laughing and just a little reckless.

For once, being home felt… complete.

Hours later…

The kitchen at Jujutsu High was quiet except for the soft sizzle of food on the stove. Nanami Kento moved with his usual precision—knife chopping in rhythmic clicks, a dish towel over his shoulder, everything clean and organized. He wasn’t cooking for anyone specific. It was just a quiet day, and cooking helped him think.

Nanako peeked her head into the kitchen first, drawn by the smell. “Is that garlic butter?”

Mimiko trailed behind, sniffing the air. “I smell soy glaze too. You’re making real food.”

Nanami glanced over his shoulder. “I’m always making real food.”

The twins giggled.

“You want some?” he asked, already pulling out two more plates. “I made extra.”

They both beamed and settled at the counter, watching him work like it was a live cooking show.

“You didn’t have to,” Mimiko said, kicking her legs under the stool.

“You know you spoil us, right?” Nanako added with a sly smile.

Nanami exhaled through his nose, the tiniest smile on his lips. “It’s not spoiling. I just know growing sorcerers need real meals, not instant noodles.”

The girls exchanged a knowing look. Despite his usual stoic exterior, Nanami had been exceptionally consistent with them ever since they graduated to Class 2. Even if he didn’t say much, he’d bring them little gifts—books, sweets, the occasional pair of fuzzy socks if Mimiko mentioned her feet were cold once during winter. And now here he was again: warm food, careful attention, no questions asked.

As he plated their portions, the twins whispered to each other.

“Reverse harem logic,” Nanako said behind her hand. “Stoic, dependable, cooks like a dream…”

“Soft on the inside, only opens up to one person. Mama’s definitely the FMC,” Mimiko whispered back.

Nanami placed the plates in front of them and raised a brow. “What are you two conspiring about?”

“Nothing,” they chimed in unison, grinning innocently.

He narrowed his eyes a little. “You’ve been reading those young adult novels again, haven’t you?”

“Maybe,” Mimiko sang.

Nanako gave him a cheeky grin. “Don’t worry, you’re definitely a fan favorite.”

Nanami blinked. “I don’t know what that means.”

“You will,” they whispered together.

And as he turned back to the stove with a quiet sigh, they shared another conspiratorial look.

Later, when they left the kitchen with full bellies and warm cheeks, Mimiko nudged Nanako and whispered, “We can definitely start calling him Papa.”

Nanako nodded, very serious. “Only when he’s not around. Yet.”

[douqi7s]

Baihe novels I read in 2023, in order of when I read them:

Miss Forensics by Jiu Nuan Chun Shen. Contemporary thriller featuring a push-pull romance between a forensic pathologist and a police detective. Big action scenes, big emotional set-pieces, big emotions.

Distance by Mi Nao Nao. Contemporary romance billed as 'woman who has broken a thousand hearts vs woman who has never lost her heart'. I found it underwritten and lacking in structure, but lots of people seem to like it.

The Collapsing Palace by Ming Ye. Historical palace harem novel. A wilful noblewoman marries her cousin, the crown prince, so she can get close to his mother/her aunt the empress, whom she's been crushing on since forever. And she's not even the most toxic / messed up main character in this novel.

Life is Like a Dream by Qing Xiang. A short novel set in the Yue opera scene during the Republican Era. Small-scale, elegantly understated, makes highly effective of use of the author's detailed knowledge of opera and the opera scene.

Suffocation by Hua Qiong Ran. One of those 'toxic lesbians' contemporary thrillers, featuring the protagonist being repeatedly stalked and imprisoned by her own wife. Amped up the depravity too quickly to be wholly effective.

Zebra Crossing by Yi Bai Shou. Early baihe novel featuring a romance between a CEO and police detective, a mixture of thriller and romance. Strong beginning with appealing characters, somewhat let down by meandering middle and end and odd approach to extras.

She Belongs to Me by Da Ying. An uncomplicated contemporary romance between two femme professional women who are excellent communicators. Does make effective use of several k-drama style romantic set-pieces.

Bo Zhou by Ruo Hua Ci Shu. Time loop contemporary romance in which the protagonist tries to safe her girlfriend's life again and again. Overall competently plotted, well-paced and genuinely suspenseful.

The Tribulation of the Peach Runaway Blossom by Ning Yuan. A solid xianxia/xuanhuan novel with a big cast of complex female characters, competent world-building and assured prose. Somewhat falls down on the main romance (though the secondary romances make up for that a little), which was at once the lynchpin of the plot and not particularly present on the page.

The Abandoned by Mu Feng Qing Nian. Three words: sapphic xianxia shizunfuckery. Horny unhinged lesbians, plot twists on top of plot twists, and much violence.

Her Mountain, Her Sea by Fu Hua. A contemporary high school romance. Very solid, competent slice-of-life for the most part. The leads are well-characterised and their growing relationship is deftly handled, especially in the early stages.

The Creator's Grace by Ning Yuan. A near future sci-fi thriller. 12/10, no notes (though the sci-fi element is subordinate to the romance and thriller elements).

Minister Xie by Ruo Hua Ci Shu. This historical novel is The Goblin Emperor meets Sha Po Lang. Teenage emperor Liu Zao does her best to turn her prime minister Xie Yi (who is 14 years older) into her wife.

Snow on Her Pillow by Liu Yuan Chang Ning. Historical fiction featuring a romance between Princess Jieyou and her devoted attendant Feng Liao (described as the first official female diplomat in Chinese history). Competently and compellingly written; manages the Feat of treating Central Asian characters (of which there are many) as regular, undemonised people.

Spring on the River by Da Ying. This xuanhuan novel features supernatural women behaving very very badly, weird structure and pacing, and a rather hapless main character who frequently reminded me of a protagonist in a shoujo reverse harem novel.

Listen, God by Xian Yu Bu Chi Cai. A contemporary time loop thriller featuring a romance between a scriptwriter and an up-and-coming actress. Mostly carefully and cleverly plotted (though starts to unravel in the last 20%), though the relationship development between the leads left me cold.

A Taste of You by Si Bai Ba Shi Si. A contemporary romance between a talented chef and a CEO. A grounded, realist novel told through a charmingly wry first-person POV (bar a sharp swerve into melodrama in the last 10%), deeply embedded in the local lesbian scene.

Snow in the Spring Courtyard by Liu Yuan Chang Ning. This wuxia novel had good relationship development, a compelling love interest, and excellent pacing, and is likely to appeal to readers for those reasons. For me personally, it was let down by an extraordinarily bleak view of the jianghu which I don't think the author was fully aware of.

I Think About You Day and Night by Yu Shuang. In this contemporary romance, a CEO rescues a penniless girl from an abusive household, and k-drama-style shenanigans ensue. There's terminal illness, birth secrets, an incest scare (dw they're not actually related), and corporate machinations. The author's commitment to these tropes and their emotional stakes makes this an enjoyably dramatic read.

Cover Her Face by Qing Tang Shuan Xiang Cai. A mostly breezy, mostly fluffy, and unexpectedly sexy historical romance plus a dash of wuxia, with likable main characters.

Waiting for You by Min Ran. A contemporary showbiz romance, basically an exes-to-reunited-lovers story courtesy of a handy rebirth and time rewind. Another one for the 'attractive femme couple resolves their relationship problems through Better Communication' folder.

Climbing High by Po Po Po. In this historical court intrigue novel, aspiring scholar Fang Jian sells herself into indentured servitude to court official Gao Yunqu in exchange for the latter's promise to help her free her parents from unjust imprisonment. Published on PO18, so allowed to be sexually explicit in ways JJWXC and Changpei novels can't be, and the author makes full use of this (though I found the sex scenes between the tertiary couples stronger than those between the main couple, for the most part). Very strong political writing, a great cast of complex female characters.

[cherryblossom-heart]

as someone who loves and will defend i hate you/devour me reader, i must say….

R.I.P to her reverse harem of flings, I know they’re mourning the potential loss of a baddie 😔💔

I know damn well when Choso got punched, and Nanami saw his messed up car, their initial concern wasn’t “Oh my god I’m dead, this psycho will kill me over his ex…”

It was “You’re telling me I can’t sleep with the hottest baddie (who gave me the most mind-numbing, toe curling, life changing ride of my life) anymore because this un-dead jackass decided to come back?!”

I would be in shambles too 😔

OMG yesssssss, I fucking love this 😩. Especially because she kept them in like a rooster, in line for whatever she wanted that day. They really were just like ready, waiting for their turn

it’s also kinda funny how as soon as Sukuna comes back it’s like “we’re cooked, she’s definitely going back to him” 😂

[averyy-rae]

Are you gonna make another part of "Dear God's"?🙂

Hi, sorry this took so long <3

Dear God,...

Yandere Reverse Harem

Part 1 Part 2 (here)

Summary: The Darling tried to escape (see part 1). Now they're being confronted.

Warnings: Violence, mention of chase, escape attempt, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, (sorta) yandere harem, wounds, screaming, mention of blood, mention of wounds, fainting.

Note: This is the second part of "Dear God,...". I'm planning on a third part where the men will be introduced, if yall are interested. I'm open to asks and feedback. :)

Have fun reading.

Flashback: I can hear him trying to suppress the rage in his voice as he says ; a little too sweetly...

"Tag you're it, sweetheart..."

Darlings POV:

My breath hitches, my gaze is planted firmly to the floor. My fist clenches into the floor beneath me. I don't sit up. I don't dare to move. I think if do, they'll tear me to shreds. "Cat got your tongue Y/N?"... ' Y/N?.. shit' I repeat in my head. 'They never call me that. It's always some kind of endearment. ....No it was always some kind of endearment' 'They are pissed, shit'.

In catch Connor in the corner of my eye. He's clenching his fists. He's holding back, I can tell. "Sit." That's all Callum had to say ; he's standing directly in front of me ; before my mind can register, I'm already sitting up. The tone is his voice is..... off. It's firm and authorative. He's never spoken to me that way. He's always been so gentle and sweet. I feel my heart clenching at that thought.... 'why?' I'm confused. Why do I feel bad? I was so adamant on staying defiant only seconds ago. All it took was one word and I'm back to seeking approval. It's pathetic, really.

My eyes, which were firmly held on the ground up until now slowly look up. My eyes find Callums disgustingly expensive shoes infront me. They're still relatively clean 'annoying' my mind comments, back to defiance apparently. 'If they have to catch me, they could atleast get dirty.' I can't help but think.

I'm now in a kneeling position infront of them. I'm probably dirty, scratches everywhere. I probably look like a mess. It's not the time to care about that though. My lungs are still burning, my breathing ugly and dry. I think I hit my head when I fell, because I can feel something wet running down the back of my head and down my neck. It's warm and thick, running slowly. I still don't dare to move without instructions, so I can't check. My vision is blurry all of a sudden, 'or was it that way since I fell?' I have no idea. My head feels light. My thoughts are scattered. "..Y/N...." someone says, it feels miles away. They say something else too, but I could only make out my name. The shoes in my vision suddenly duplicate. The world feels like it's spinning. The voice sounds angry..... 'why?', my subconsciousness asks. 'Why am I kneeling?' 'wait.. Oh.... I ran.' I can't concentrate on the situation, my thoughts cloud my mind. My head feels so stuffy now, I don't know if my heads screaming, or if its Callum.... maybe Mikhail.

My world is still spinning. Suddenly I feel something firm against my head. It's dirty and smells earthy. 'I'm on the ground again?' 'weird', I feel the corners of my mouth lifting, 'I'm on the floor', my mind snickers amused. The liquid on the back of my head is now running to the floor. 'No worries, the floor is already dirty, my blood won't taint it' I think.

The last time I got blood on the floor, Callum was angry. It was some light carpet. Apparently expensive. 'Well, everything they own is expensive' my mind adds. 'He won't be mad at me right?' I ask myself. 'I ran away, hes already mad anyway.' I think. I now realize I've been chuckling, maybe laughing. 'Out loud?' Yes. I realize that, because my face hurts. All the scratches are being torn open, by my mouth's movements. I can also no longer make out Callums shoes. It's someone's face instead. I can't see properly though.

Someone's screaming my name. 'Oh' it's the face infront of me. 'But it's not mad is it?' 'No, I don't think so'. I'm talking to myself now. The person is worried. I can hear it. 'Or can I?' I question myself. My own weak, dry laugh is still ringing in my ears, 'it probably sounds just as patheticas I feel'. 'I'm still laughing.' I realize once again. My body doesn't seem to cooperate. The people shuffle around me. 'It's not just some people' my mind mocks me 'It's them'.

Before I can answer myself- I'm out. Black dots cover my already blurry vision. And my voice dies down.... and my laugh with it.

[ohmygodryan]

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Creepypasta Reverse Harem x F! Reader (Part 7)

“𝓗𝓮𝔂 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓘? 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮?” -AFI

★ ₊ ˚⟡ Following a series of mistakes on Halloween, a college girl, and her group of friends, are thrown into a sequence of events that will ruin their lives forever.

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 - Eyeless Jack, Tim Wright (MH), Brian Thomas (MH), Jeffery Woods, Toby Rodgers, Helen Otis

I am unsure of the original creator of these images, if known, please tell me and I will credit :)

Previously called Morosis. Please see my blog for more chapters!

7┆ Bad Girls Club★ ₊ ˚⟡

"𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓷. 𝓘'𝓶 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓫." -Falling in Reverse

                The girl watched as her hair fell into the sink like ribbons from a Christmas gift. A haircut should be trivial, but the pieces seemed to stare up at her as if she'd lost a friend all over again.

She cast her gaze back up to her reflection in the mirror of the gas station bathroom the group had been slumming at. She was no professional, but she felt like her new bob suited her at the very least. Her hair feathered just below her ears and brushed her chin gently. She had even bleached it a few shades lighter to add the perfect touch. However, no matter how good it turned out, the person in the mirror was still foreign to her.

It had been a few days since the revelation Becca, Jen, and herself were wanted criminals. Tim and Brian had done everything they could to help them lay low, even with Jeff sticking close by the girl like a guard dog. She hadn't asked him to be there, although she'd never admit he made her feel slightly safer from her accomplices. All three women had made an effort to alter their appearances. At least now they didn't look exactly like their pictures on the evening news. Despite this, the girl still felt like she was constantly watched by a leering gaze. She secretly prayed it was law enforcement over the Operator or even worse, the demon.

She hoped with every bone in her body she'd never befall his eyeless gaze again.

The girl was shaken from her trance by the noise of the door squeaking open. Jen peeked in from the small slit, Becca lurking behind her. Both seemed equally shocked at how different the girl looked, stopping to scan her over.

Jen had traditionally kept her hair a bleach blonde. Occasionally, her dark roots would peek through. Now her hair was even darker than its natural color and she had even cut herself new bangs. Similarly, Becca had gone lighter and given herself a new style. She had begrudgingly discarded her eyebrow piercing as if that would do much more.

Jen surveyed the girl, the ghost of a smile appearing on her features, "This is a good look for you."

The girl met her gaze gratefully, the distraction from her thoughts was much appreciated. She messed with her newly cut bangs, smiling softly.

Becca pushed her way around Jen to get a better look at the girl. Her expression was unreadable, although the girl could sense trouble stirring.

"I gotta say, you pull off blonde way better than me. I'm almost jealous." Becca mused, crossing her arms as she took in her friend.

The girl laughed softly, "I know you're a brunette girly, but I think you look good. Don't give me so much credit."

The small talk felt almost strange amongst the group. The girl didn't know how long it had been since they'd discussed something normal.

Becca scoffed and joined the girl in front of the mirror. She stared deeply into her reflection, her jaw beginning to clench.

"God, I hate this." She said through her teeth.

Jen stood next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "It's not that bad. You'll get used to it."

Becca blinked in annoyance, eyeing her sharply.

"I'm not talking about my hair. I mean this whole fucking ordeal. I mean come on, are we sure this is better than taking responsibility?" Her tone was laced with a long brewing annoyance.

"I know it's hard Becs, this is the scariest thing any of us have ever done." The girl reassured, "We're in this for you."

"Right," Jen agreed, "This isn't our fault."

This seemed to be the final straw as Becca jerked her shoulder away from Jen. She backed away, her eyes wild with a sea of anger and hurt.

"Can you stop saying that? I'm fucking sick of it. We can't keep acting like this wasn't all because of us, because of me. Cass is dead due to my actions. Then we just run away like we are above consequences? I deserve to be locked up, I shouldn't get to have a normal life again." Her voice cracked under the sheer rage.

A pang shot through the girl's chest like a twisting dagger. How could Becca still blame herself? She out of all of them should understand that going to prison would solve nothing. The demon would still be loose on the world and they would likely be slaughtered by him in the end. At least now they could actively search for a way to be rid of him for good.

"This is our consequence! We brought the demon here so it's our responsibility to stop him. We can't let more people suffer Cass's fate, you know that." The girl challenged.

Becca stared through the girl as if seeing her for the first time. Her fists tightened, knuckles turning a milky white. Her gaze swirled with confliction, yet she couldn't stop the words from pouring from her mouth.

"Please, we don't even know if we can stop that psychotic bitch. What have we done so far? Get caught up with a bunch of insane strangers?" Becca pushed, her gaze hardening.

Jen pressed her lips together, although not entirely disregarding her words.

"None of us knew this would happen." She offered.

Becca laughed cynically, "We don't seem to know a lot nowadays, huh? Speaking of which, I feel like you two don't even want to talk to me."

She cast an accusatory look at the girl, "And you keep on fucking disappearing! You're leaving us alone with these assholes, and for what?"

The girl cut her off swiftly with a hardened gaze, "That's not fair. I've been doing everything for you."

"Not fair? Don't talk to me about fairness. It's not like we don't notice how comfortable you are with them. You are so willing to be all close with Tim even though he tried fucking kill you! Oh and let's not even talk about you letting that pale creep hang around after he's been stalking you." Becca stepped closer, on the cusp of shouting.

The girl was stunned at her outburst. She opened her mouth to retort but nothing came out. Her body felt like it was frozen as hundreds of thoughts rushed into her mind. Were her sacrifices truly selfless? She hadn't meant to cast aside her friend's feelings but what else was she supposed to do? They were in the face of countless dangers, navigation wasn't as simple as they made it out to be.

Thankfully, Jen stepped in front of the girl, shielding her from Becca's gaze.

"That's enough. We are all going through a lot right now. We can't turn on each other." Jen's words were firm, but her voice wavered.

The girl took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the whirlpool that seemed to swirl through her insides. She had to push past the confusion, she couldn't let herself crack now.

"Tensions are running high right now, clearly. I think we need a breather before we have to leave." The girl managed to say in an even tone.

Becca nodded slowly, letting her freshly bleached locks fall over her face. She bit her lip, trying to keep more from spilling out.

Jen wrapped her arms around Becca's shoulders and the girl took this as her cue to leave. She knew that if she remained there, she would break down in tears.

She couldn't let them see her cry. They were the ones who needed to feel right now.

She pushed past the door, emerging out into the fluorescent-bathed gas station. She surveyed the shelves in an attempt to distract herself from the hurricane inside her chest.

She hated when she was like this, one thought after the other causing tremors throughout her body. She was better than this, she could handle her emotions. A quick step outside would fix her she reasoned. It had to.

As she stormed through the aisles, she caught Brian's eye from across the room. He went to smile at her but quickly thought better of it upon seeing her face. He approached her tentatively, his expression brimming with concern.

"You' ok?" He offered, "You look a little heated."

"I'm fine. Things are just confusing right now." She insisted, fighting to keep an indifferent look.

He nodded, knowing better than to press the subject. It wasn't his business to pry.

"Well, we have to get out of here soon anyway. If we're going to catch that guy who can help you out, we gotta' get to this party before it gets too late." He attempted to appease her with a subject change.

The party. The 'guy' Tim and Brian had talked about would apparently make an appearance at some lowlife party. The group knew it wouldn't be the safest scene, but the crowd that threw them was the only kind that could help them.

Despite social interaction not being her greatest strength at the moment, she felt more at ease at the prospect of alcohol.

The girl nodded, "Give us like 10 minutes. We need to get it together before we get out of here."

Brian seemed satisfied with her answer and gave her a small grin.

"Alright," He relented, "I'll get you a few snacks for the road. Might cheer you up."

She did her best to smile back before turning to make her way outside. It would be hard to truly forgive him, but it made it hard to stay angry with him when he was so gentle to her. In fact, it was infuriating.

The cold air hit her face and she revealed at the icy pins that pricked her skin. It was a welcome rush to contrast her pounding head. The fluttery feeling Brian constantly gave her only made her feel guiltier. It proved Becca right. She wished nothing more in that moment that her life could be simple and that she could live in a world where her three best friends were still together. A world where they could all tease her about having a crush. She didn't get to have a crush, she got to deal with grief and the looming presence of her own demise.

As she fought back tears, a presence appeared at her side. She didn't have to turn her head to know it was Jeff, who had been attentively waiting outside for the group to finish their pitstop.

"Before you ask, we won't be that much longer." She sniffed, hoping her hair would block her watery eyes.

He thankfully didn't question her. Instead, he simply stood next to her looking out into the trees.

"You look different." He stated as if it wasn't obvious.

She looked over at him questioningly. The dimly lit night only made his dark eyes seem all the more foreboding. He seemed to notice, his scars shifting across his cheeks as he grinned.

"It's not a bad different." He added, causing her to sigh.

"If you are trying to compliment me, you are doing a bad job." She huffed, crossing her arms.

He chuckled, eyeing her intently, "Alright fine, you look good. Does that make you feel better? It seems like things got pretty rough in there."

She shot him a glare, taken aback by his bluntness. He had somehow mastered being a dickhead and supportive all at once.

"Running from the police isn't easy. I'm sure you'd know a thing or two about that." She confessed, looking back to her shoes.

He rolled his shoulders, carefully considering her words. He'd been doing this for a while, he had forgotten what it had felt like to be afraid anymore. Although looking at her now made something stir within himself.

"You don't know the half of it." His tone seemed softer than it was before.

She almost thought he looked guilty for a moment. Almost.

He continued to look off into the distance, allowing her a moment to breathe. As he inspected the horizon, he let out a small sigh.

"Look," he turned to her promptly, "I don't think going to this party is the best idea."

She was taken aback by his words. She knew he didn't particularly enjoy Tim or Brian's presence, but thus far he had supported her to some degree.

"Why? You said yourself you thought this may be worth a shot if we want to keep our freedom." She questioned.

"I just don't think you're in the right mind to be going to a place like that right now. I mean the last time you went to a party, I had to drag you off the side of the road." He pointed out with an unimpressed look.

She scoffed, blinking her eyes in disbelief. Was he worried?

"Well I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" The girl shot back.

Jeff huffed, furrowing his eyebrows together. She was truly the most stubborn person he'd ever met.

"I meant more like don't start drinking or anything like that. You have no idea what you're dealing with." He said finally.

Her expression softened as his words marinated. He was making some sense, at least. Although alcohol was the one thing she was looking forward to at the moment.

"You're funny." She sighed, shaking her head.

Jeff didn't get the chance to respond as a familiar presence slinked around the corner. Tim, who had been smoking around the side of the building, stepped into view. He dropped his cigarette, putting it out with his foot.

As he did, he took an ample amount of time taking in the girl. She instinctively went to mess with a strand of her hair. He considered her, something shifting behind his eyes. His eyes held a soft longing, but only for a moment. His expression instantly hardened and he regarded her with a nod.

"We need to get a move on if we are going to get anything done." He eyed Jeff suspiciously, "Like now."

Jeff grimaced and the girl turned away from him with an exasperated sigh.

"Fine, I'll go grab everyone else." She complied.

As Tim and Jeff continued to glare each other down, she only felt the pit in her stomach worsen. This was going to be one hell of a night.

~

As the girl stared into the crowd of flashing colors, she couldn't help but feel like she had come full circle.

The party was about as much as she'd expected it to be. Everything about the place was seedy. A house in the middle of the woods brimming with people and each one had a peculiar look about them. A decent portion of them wore masks. Others, much like Jeff, had mysterious facial scars. Not that she was judging, she'd seen too much in the past few months to care.

Tim and Brian had disappeared into the house not long after they arrived. Jeff, for whatever reason, had insisted he would stay outside. He was so adamant about it that the girl began to question his motives. He had of course tried to get her to stay out there with him but he was officially in the way of her having a good time. So she went in anyway, which brought her back to where she was now.

She stared down the bottom of another empty shot glass like she was looking into a bullet chamber. It was just her and the drink table, which was surrounded by a few questionable individuals. They didn't seem to care, even at the rate she was putting down alcohol. Jen and Becca had vanished from her side about 4 shots in, but at that rate, she had stopped counting.

The synthetic beat thrummed in her ears and she winced. She couldn't tell if it was the music or her constant stream of intrusive thoughts that was causing her head to hurt. The muggy feeling of sweat in the air and the sight of red-solo cups used to be enticing. Now it was just a reminder of where it all began, Harrison's party. It had technically been Halloween when they summoned the demon, sure, but if she hadn't been at Harrison's that night she would never be suspected of his murder. Then maybe she would have done anything else rather than going out into those woods.

She took another shot at the mere thought. The memories of those trees had haunted her more than she'd cared to admit. Over the past few weeks, she dreaded the cycle her thoughts would flit between. The forest, then the teeth of the demon, and most horrifying of all, Cass's body.

She fumbled for another, hoping the sickening sting of vodka would drown out the memories of her friend's innards. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she practically licked the bottom of the glass. She looked down at it angrily as if it were the cup's fault she was out of alcohol. As she did so, frightening images flashed across her vision.

Blood. Cass's blood. Her hands were covered in it.

The glass slipped from her grasp, promptly shattering on the floor. The girl heaved in frantic breaths and examined her hands, disregarding the fallen pieces entirely. The red sheath was gone without a trace and she sighed in relief.

She had way too much to drink, she understood that much. Despite that obvious notion, she couldn't help but feel reluctant to stop.

She lolled her head around to examine her mess. The glass glimmered under the strobing party lights and she had to squint her eyes to see them. As she did so, she noticed the group of people next to her staring her down.

Despite the unsavory crowd, they seemed to eye her like she was crazy. One of them turned to whisper in another's ear and the girl took that as her cue to leave.

What was the one thing Tim had said not to do? Draw attention to herself?

She began to hobble away, although she quickly became aware that the room was spinning. She had to grip the wall and pull herself along. It took a great deal of effort but after a while, she had finally made it to a clearing.

She had found herself in a small hallway with a few people lingering around the outskirts. She held onto the corner as she surveyed them. At the end of the hall, there was a woman with blonde hair on her knees sobbing. Another in a black cocktail dress stood over her, doing her best to comfort her.

Upon squinting her eyes the girl realized that the inconsolable one was Becca. Her foggy brain became slightly clearer at the revelation. The severity of the situation finally began to sink in.

She was able to stand up a little straighter now and began to maneuver her way over to her friend.

"Becca?" She was taken aback by how slurred her words sounded.

Becca's haunched form twitched in recognition and she looked up from her hands.

"(Y/N)..?" She sniffed, glancing at her with glassy eyes.

Her face was completely flushed. She was absolutely shitfaced.

The woman, who was standing next to her, breathed a sigh of relief. The girl lazily turned towards her and was instantly taken aback. The woman was slender, adorned with a black jacket over her dress and most peculiarly of all, a porcelain mask. Her black hair lightly obscured the eyes, which were a sharp black.

The girl nearly fell back at the sight of her. That mask was too much like Tim's and the eyes reminded her of someone she never wanted to think about again.

"So you're the (Y/N) she's been going on about?" The woman's voice was soft and melodic, "She's been crying here for about 10 minutes."

The girl blinked in confusion, her muddled mind trying to grasp her words. She looked down at Becca, who seemed equally bewildered by her surroundings.

The girl cleared her throat, trying to put on a facade of sobriety.

"Yeah, yeah, that's me. What happened to her?" She practically choked on her words.

The woman leaned against the wall, surveying the inebriated pair. Her bangs parted around the mask in such a way that the girl feel like she was staring right through her.

"I found her wandering around yelling for you and someone named Jen. She's been mumbling under her breath for a while now, she's definitely had too much to drink." She stated, gesturing to Becca who let out another sob.

Guilt pooled in the girl's stomach at the sight. If she hadn't been so caught up with herself she could have helped Becca, or better yet, stopped them all from getting separated. Her selfishness clawed through her mind, making quick work of her alcoholic stupor.

"Jen is another friend of ours. We came here.." She paused, having enough self-control to stop herself from admitting too much, "with a group. We all got split up."

The woman nodded, "You don't seem so well yourself."

The girl simply shrugged, causing her to let out a chuckle. The woman crossed her arms, giving the girl a once-over.

"You seem like you're new to these things, right?" She hesitated, "You don't exactly look like you run with this crowd."

The girl pressed her nails to her palms. She'd hoped she would have stood out less, considering the fact this was not somewhere good things happened. She suspected that the party was simply a cover for something, and she didn't want to know what.

"It's true. We came with some friends, they had some business here" The girl admitted, trying to ignore the lump in her throat.

The woman hummed, considering her story.

"I'd get out of here as soon as you can, this isn't the kind of place you want to hang out in. You don't want to stick around too late, trust me." Her voice took on a stern tone.

The girl swallowed dryly. She had no idea where Jen was, let alone Tim or Brian. She wasn't exactly in good enough condition to find them either.

"I don't know where my friends went. We don't plan on staying for long." She chose her words carefully, not knowing what would set the woman off.

"Look, I'll help you find them. You look like you need it." She sighed, straightening herself out.

The girl was taken aback, not sure whether to trust her or not. However, considering the wall was her biggest supporter right now, she wasn't in a position to discard the offer.

She nodded slowly, her words feeling heavy on her tongue, "That would be great."

The woman hummed, seemingly noticing the girl's apprehension. She adjusted herself, trying to appear less threatening.

"I'm Jane, by the way." She pointed an unusually pale finger to her face, "Sorry about the mask. It's just a personal thing."

The girl couldn't help but laugh, feeling her apprehension slip away by the second.

"Trust me, I don't judge. This is normal compared to what I've seen recently." She allowed a small grin to take up her expression.

'Jane' in turn softened at her words. She laughed with the girl, the smile evident in her voice.

"It's the same with everyone in here if you couldn't tell." She mused, "Don't worry, I won't ask your story. It's probably better that way."

The girl's face gave way to a smile, "I appreciate that."

She turned to look at Becca, who was still crumpled on the floor. It appeared she had lost consciousness and the girl frantically dropped down to her side. She patted her face softly, trying to wake her up.

"Come on Becca, stay with me!" She urged, now moving to shake her shoulders.

Jane joined her, kneeling beside her. She examined Becca's state and turned to the girl warily.

"We need to get this girl some water, she's in desperate need." Her tone held a tinge of amusement.

Becca groaned in response and the girl looked at Jane pleadingly. She was in no place to get her friend off the floor, she would soon join her. That much Jane could pick up on and with a sigh, she wrapped her arm around Becca's shoulder. She effortlessly lifted her, one arm slung over her back.

The girl had to take a moment of astonishment, as Jane was not that much taller than she was. She remained on her knees, looking up at Jane like an idiot.

"Oh hun," Jane chuckled, looking between her and Becca's head on her shoulder, "You are so out of it."

Only then did the girl notice she was still on the floor and scrambled to her feet. All she could do was stare at Jane in embarrassment.

"Okay, I will take your friend here to get some water. Why don't you head into the bathroom and splash some water on your face? You are super flushed." The girl could feel her gaze through the mask.

She nodded slowly and Jane used her other hand to point down the hall.

"Once you're done, come meet me at the drink table. It's just down the way you came, I'm sure you can remember."

The girl wasn't sure what happened in the next few moments, but she somehow winded up in the bathroom staring at the mirror. Water dripped down her face and she was able to see a little clearer now. The hum of the music from outside the door still bothered her, but it was much more tolerable now. Jane was right, she had to get it together. She needed to get her priorities in order.

Get Becca, find Jen, get the guys, and get the fuck out of there. It was simple, she could accomplish that at least.

She pushed open the door with a newfound sense of purpose. The room was still hazy but the cold water provided a semblance of clarity. She followed Jane's directions and turned the corner from the hall she had been in. As she wormed her way through another crowd of people, she spotted a familiar face leaning against the wall.

The blonde fluff of Brian's hair was unmistakable, even in the dim lighting.

All at once the girl felt a rush of emotion. His posture framed his body in such a way that she almost fell over. A sense of comfort washed over her and in her drunken mind, he was her savior. All previous wrongdoings discarded, she practically ran into his arms.

"Brian!" She let out a desperate call.

He turned to see her stumbling over to him and couldn't help a bright smile overtaking his features.

"There's my girl!" He seemed shocked when she crashed into him.

He caught her shoulders to stop her from falling. She inadvertently pressed her hands to his chest to steady herself.

"Woah," He held her still, "Damn girl, you are fucked up. Where have you been? I've been lookin' all over for ya."

She ignored his question and let out a dramatic sigh, "I can't find Jen and Becca isn't able to walk. She's such a lightweight, she's destroyed."

Her voice sounded more weepy than she had meant it to. Brian's eyes flashed in amusement as he scanned her over. She looked like a sad puppy, causing his smile to widen.

"Ah, don't worry. I just saw her with Becca. Some nice lady got her some water. Jen told me to come look for you, actually. Tim and I got everything taken care of, we are about ready to get out of here." He reassured her.

She melted, leaning most of her weight on him. Her friends were safe, and that was enough for her storming mind. Brian seemed confused, although he held her up all the same. She felt her limbs getting weaker by the second as all previous energy melted away in her relaxed state.

"Should you even be drinking this much? Don't you only have one kidney?" He spoke up, chuckling softly.

His words were like an anchor falling into an ocean with all her troublesome thoughts returning. The demon had permanently mauled her, but at least he'd made good on his word. It had caused her no trouble. Under the circumstances, she should be dead by now, but there she stood.

"It's probably fine. I've been drinking a shit ton of energy drinks for weeks and it hasn't killed me yet. Probably some weird demon magic." She shrugged her shoulders idly.

He laughed softly, not bothering to argue any further. However, he couldn't deny that he was concerned for her. Her gaze seemed like it was far off, even for being inebriated. She gripped onto him frantically, as if she were afraid he'd let her go.

"You' doing ok?" His voice was gentle, although his brows were furrowed.

She flinched at the question as she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back. She bit her lip in an attempt to stop the flood that would soon spill from her mouth.

"I just have a lot on my mind." She began, settling into his arms.

He didn't push the subject, allowing her time to stare off into the distance. The beat of the music hummed in the back of her mind as she thought things over. Jeff had been right about one thing, she should have never had anything to drink. All she could think about was the blood she'd imagined, the images flashing through her mind like a PowerPoint presentation. The feeling of his gentle touch was the only thing between her and the intrusive thoughts, so she gave in to it.

She clenched her teeth together as she felt tears prickle in her eyes. She leaned her chin on his chest lazily, trying to avoid eye contact. A light blush dusted his cheeks immediately and he had to remind himself it was just the alcohol talking. Blinking them away seemed futile and the tears soon poured down her cheeks.

"Hey, hey, it's gonna be ok." He stroked her back awkwardly, "What's going on?"

She could barely speak through how tight her jaw was wound. Her gaze remained plastered on his shirt.

She thought back to the time they had spent together and how he had been the only person to make her laugh. Despite it being such a short period, she'd grown attached to both him and Tim. She knew Tim had tried to kill her, although it wasn't his fault; but all of that was meaningless now. She was going to die either way, she knew it.

"I wish things were different." She mumbled, her voice cracking.

His heart nearly broke as she looked up at him with those sad eyes.

"I wish that I could have met you in some other way and that we could have just been normal friends. I wish I was back home right now, preparing for midterms like every other student." She laughed grimly, "God, you know I never thought I'd see a day I'd rather be at school."

He managed a soft smile in an attempt to cheer her up. His hand moved to pat her shoulder gently.

"Hah, believe me, I would have much preferred to meet you under different circumstances."

He laughed to himself, looking into the distance wistfully.

"If we had met in a college, that would have been a blast. I would have taken you out to some normal parties, not this shady bullshit." He gestured around them, "I would bet money you are a blast to party with."

She chuckled, looking down, "More or less. You'd probably have to carry me out."

His grin widened, "And I would do it. Although, getting this wasted here wasn't the best move. Even if I'm here with you."

He gave her a meaningful look and she sighed. She felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, realizing how crazy she'd been acting.

He noticed this, his expression softening.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I think you needed a break." He gave her a wink.

She started to laugh, the giggles progressively getting worse. Break or not, this hadn't been her smartest move. However, this was the best she'd felt all night. She couldn't help herself from imagining the pair of them at a party in her college town. She thought about him bringing her a drink and them talking and dancing without a care in the world. The laughter quickly turned to tears, although this time, they were happy ones.

"Thank you, Brian." She looked back at him with watery eyes.

He laughed with her, lifting a hand to ruffle her hair. He stared at her with a soft gaze as he touseled the strands.

"Don't worry about it. I think you needed to talk."

His hand remained in its place, gently cupping her head. She quickly became aware of how close they were, her body tenderly intertwined with his. Each place they were connected was alight with encroaching heat and she began to notice the way his thumb stroked her scalp. His blue eyes stared deeply into hers. They were an ocean that contrasted her hurricane of thoughts, and she leaned in closer for a better look.

The faint purple and blue lights framed his face, and she began to admire each small feature. He gazed at her as if she were the only thing that mattered at that moment. She barely had time to realize what she was doing as she kissed him softly.

The feel of his velvety lips was intoxicating and she was struck with a sudden bravery. She deepened the kiss, pressing herself further into him. His back hit the wall with a soft thud as he momentarily allowed himself to become lost in her.

This was short-lived, however, as he finally registered what was happening. He pulled away from her, still gripping her shoulders. She looked at him in confusion, her expression almost hurt.

"We can't do this." He said firmly, although his eyes still held a tinge of longing.

Her lip trembled slightly, "Why not?"

She hated how wounded she sounded. His thumb brushed her shoulder reassuringly.

"Because, (Y/N), you're drunk. You don't know what you are doing." He explained with a sigh.

She despised how sound his logic was. She knew this was bad. She knew it was awful she felt this way about him, but she couldn't help herself. If the alcohol had done one thing, it had made her feel incredibly honest.

"But this is what I want." The crack in her voice only emphasized this.

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes flashing with confliction.

"Believe me, I want it too." He reiterated gently, "But this isn't right."

She continued to look at him, her expression crestfallen. His care for her only made it worse. He shifted his hands to her arms and leaned in closer again.

"Maybe another time when you're sober, okay?"

To her surprise, he planted his lips on her cheek. She shivered under his touch, the action causing her chest to ache. She wished he wasn't so kind. She nodded slowly, understanding it was for the best.

The peace was short-lived because right as she did so an angry voice shattered the silence.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The girl whipped around to find Jeff standing at the end of the hallway with a furious expression on his face. She instantly stepped away from Brian, startled by his sudden appearance.

He stormed over to her, staring at her accusingly, "Are you fucking serious right now? I came in here to make sure you weren't dead and you are drunk off your ass throwing yourself at this guy?"

She was stunned by this, as he had been determined to wait outside. Of course of all times, he had to find her then. She couldn't understand why he insisted on sticking with her.

"Don't give me that, I don't need you to protect me. I can handle myself." She shot back, glaring daggers at him.

Brian stepped up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "She's an adult, she can make her own decisions. The way you follow her around is fucking creepy."

This set him off as Jeff instantly swatted Brian's hand off of her. His lips were turned down into a scowl, making his scars stretch menacingly.

"Get your hands off her, she doesn't know what's going on right now." He asserted with malice.

The girl scoffed, standing between them as best she could.

"He wasn't doing anything!" She defended, her eyes boring into his.

"Yeah, it sure didn't look like it." Jeff shot back.

He kept his eye trained on Brian, who was glaring in return. They began to argue, and each word that poured from their mouths swirled through her mind. Their shouting forms reminded her of Becca's harsh words from earlier. The way she looked at her with such an accusatory expression mirrored the way they fought now.

She didn't need anyone to defend her. She didn't deserve to be defended. Perhaps if she stood by her friends, the situation wouldn't have gotten this deep. The guilt tore through her veins like a raging beast and she felt her heart beat faster.

Cass, Becca, Jen.

They were the ones who she should have protected. She was smart, she was a fucking psychology student for that matter. How could she not handle this pressure? Their faces danced through her consciousness until she could stand it no longer.

She started to run.

She ran through the crowds of people until she had surfaced into fresh air again. She continued on, even when the branches of trees began to surround her like a landscape from a painting. The forest should have been a warning sign, she should know better than to dash head-first into what was waiting out there. But she didn't care anymore.

She ran until her legs had become sand falling through an hourglass. She fell to her knees, the trees staring down at her as if they were a crowd of leering onlookers. The alcohol that coursed through her body had finally taken its toll and her eyes were growing heavy. Despite this, her mind was flashing in alarm. She was alone in the woods. She couldn't lose her strength now.

However, it was too late. Her body crashed into the dirt, sending stray pieces of snow cascading around her. The moon above began to flicker in and out like a dying flame. Time had become fluid and she couldn't be sure how long she had before she was out for good.

As she was about to lose herself, she saw something approaching in the distance. The figure flashed in and out of her gaze. Perhaps it wasn't even there. Yet as they stared down at her, the ice in her veins confirmed it.

A sickening voice was heard through the fog of her mind, "Oh my little bird, what have you gotten yourself into?"

[monstersmutpeddler]

Servant to the Spidae (Aspect and Anchor)

By: Ruby Dixon

Monster Scale

Level 02: Mostly Human But Minor Differences 

These guys

My Overall Rating For The Book

"I Bought The Ebook or Will Read On Kindle Unlimited"

Not gonna lie; the first part of this book is a little shaky and made me a little uncomfortable at first. However, once you meet the 'Future' Spidae, things for our leading lady greatly improve.

Overly Simplified Summary

Yulenna, from the first book in the series, decides to become the anchor to the Spidae, a god who's been split into three aspects (Past, Present, and Future). Yulenna has to navigate being an anchor for these three gods, and teach them how to care/love/respect humanity.

Keep reading for ‘This Book Has Everything’ and possible Trigger Warnings.

This Book Series Has Everything

[x] Touch them and I’ll kill you vibes

[x] Love interest that you want to smack across the face at some point

Oooo boy, do I want to smack the 'Present' one for a while.

[x] Miscommunication happens between leads at some point

The Spidae don't really know how humans work. They've only watched people, not really interacted with them.

[x] Plot first smut second

[x] Reverse Harem or Poly

[x] Forced proximity

[x] Dude got an interesting dick

When they come, it's not a liquid; it's like spiderwebs or something like that.

[x] Love interest has to fight hard to win the love interests heart

After some mess-ups, yep, they do. With their mouths usually.

[x] Kinky af sex

We get three in a room at once at some point.

[x] Happy Ending Guaranteed

[x] Marriage of convenience

Sorta, but it's not a marriage. Spidae get to learn about humans, and Yulenna gets to live a stable life and not die.

Here’s a link/buy the book!

Trigger Warnings

[x] Forced prostitution

[x] Dubious Consent

[x] Arachnophobia

There are spider's and webs everywhere. All ranging in sizes.

[wxnnabe]

may I please request hcs or a little fun scenario with Narancia, Fugo, Mista and maybe an unfortunate drunk Abbacchio who is at the wrong place at the wrong time and their female stand user partner they all have a crush on at some degree playing spin the bottle/ truth or dare/never have I e. on a loose night?Most of them teenager after all, maybe Fugo never played it, Mista and the crush thought it's dumb but why the hell not and Abba is tired, crushing, kinda drunk and getting dragged into it.

I aged everyone up for this which is loosely implied-Narancia’s in school and l/i is the newest member. Thank god its not no simp september rn bc NONE of these boys would be passing smh

More under the cut! 

“Spin the bottle? Isn’t that game for t-twelvies?” Fugo slurred at Narancia’s suggestion as you sat next to the two boys. They had been celebrating after a successful mission, which was why you didn’t shy from a fifth scotch, but if Mista and Narancia planned on trying anything tonight…

“You haven’t played it before, have you?” Narancia teased him with a mischievous smile. He looked to you as if deliberating whether he should hold back his snarky remark or not. Narancia laughed, giving him a playful jab in the side and he took a breath before replying.

“And I doubt you’ve had a better experience,” Narancia’s grin soured, and he was about to retort when you stepped in.

“Then why not make this a good one? C’mon, it can’t hurt! What’s the harm in having some fun?” Narancia piqued up at your suggestion, and Fugo relented with a frustrated sigh. Mista shrugged, and sat down next to you, placing the glass bottle on the middle of the table.

“Then it’s decided! Kisses can be wherever the spinner wishes, but you can’t get out of it! As soon as the game’s begun, anyone on this table is playing.” He gave a pointed look at Abbacchio, who glowered back, pulling his chair slowly and muttering about how stupid it was to be playing such a childish game. You stood up as well, stumbling as you did so.

“Abbacchio, please stay? it’s a s-stupid game, that’s true….but we’re so drunk we’ll forget all about it tomorr-hic! ah, tomorrow,” Narancia chimed in.

“Won’t be a game without five!” Mista, suddenly realizing what Abbacchio leaving might mean, banged his fist on the table, getting everyone’s attention.

“We can’t play as a four! C’mon an sit back down, ‘Bbacchio. We gotta…gotta make this interesting, riight? We’ll be in biig trouble tomorrow if you leave…” Fugo gave Abbacchio a pleading look as Mista continued to ramble with a butter knife in hand. 

“You heard the man, hic-! Abba…cchio,” Abbacchio, seemingly overridden by the majority, let out a dramatic sigh and sat back down and rubbed his temples.

“Goddamnit…I’m only playing for a couple of rounds, got it?” Narancia let out a cheer and Mista a sigh of relief, relaxing in his chair and beckoning you to do the same. You felt giddy and nervous at the same time; you can’t say your thoughts around the boys were wholly professional, lest platonic as they should be.

In your defense, the boys in your team were attractive, there was no doubting that. But they each had a part of them that drew you to them.

Fugo might have a short fuse and a dangerous temper, but it certainly wasn’t all that he was. He was smart, and had a kind streak-he truly cared and respected his teammates, and he had demonstrated it to you time and time again. You always looked forward to the rare occasions he would smile at you from his book, sitting it down to have a conversation with you. Most of the time it was about the book he was reading, or a news happening of some controversy; occasionally he would ask how you were and whether you needed any assistance with any part of the gangster life. If he looked like he needed a break from Mista and Narancia you would step in, much to his relief. He looked like he could use it at times.

Narancia was hard to keep up with, you’ll admit; it took time for him to really trust you and to see you as a friend and less like an associate of his friends’, but soon enough you found yourself being pulled into whatever crazy shenanigans he had planned for after and on his breaks from school. It was fun, really-he just tired you out sometimes. You’d find him relaxing with you, complaining at first at how boring it was to be sitting around napping when you could be out “ living your 20’s to their fullest”-then five minutes later, you’d come back with some cold drinks to find him passed out on the sofa.

Mista was goofy, but he had a confident easy-going charm that was endearing enough to withstand his suspicions on luck. He would flirt with you when you were first introduced into the group, and even though you’d tease him lightly you really were grateful for him sometimes, even if just to ease the tension of your new life. Once you were in combat though, he seemed cool as the steel of his gun; he was untouchable in his element. It freaked you out at first, but you began to find trust in that cool composure of his, and relied on it to calm yourself down and focus when things got out of hand.

And Abbacchio, though a fair bit older than the lot of you, also drew you in. You hardly expected that stubborn man would ever soften his barking tone and cold eyes to you- you realized very quickly after being introduced into the group he had no intentions of making you feel welcome. You were patient with him, though. After hearing his story one night after ten too many drinks, (Abbacchio was still his grumpy self when drunk, maybe more so, but he was also quite chatty about his woes) you were determined to make him see otherwise. You knew he had a heart, somewhere-you could see the subtle way he still cared for his team, even if he did bluff by simply taking the fourth slice of cake at dessert to avoid Mista’s whining. 

Actually, this night you were all a little inebriated- the goth man included. It would certainly make for an interesting night.

“Alright then! Shall I start?” Narancia, ever the eager one, shot you a cheeky grin as he lounged in his seat. Abbacchio cursed and took a long swig of his wine, and Fugo…was he blushing? You’d better save yourself from being stabbed by that butter knife he had twirling in his hands and keep that to yourself. Narancia reached out and spun the bottle, and as it spun your stomach suddenly filled with nervous and excited energy. What if it did land on you? Would any of you actually remember what happened tonight? If nobody else did…did you really want to remember it? The bottle stopped, and everyone’s gaze shot up to Abbacchio who was sitting the closest to the end of the bottle. Narancia groaned, and set you, Fugo and Mista into a fit of laughter. Abbacchio looked ready to murder someone, but Narancia nonetheless got out of his chair, faltering as he made his way to where Abbacchio sat.

“I can kiss you wherever I want, right?” Abbacchio glared daggers at the boy as Fugo snorted back even more laughter.

“Try anything stupid and I swear to god…” Narancia rolls his eyes and kisses Abbacchio, just on the crown of his head, a little more rough than intended. As he staggers back to his seat, and Abbacchio grumbles about how crumpled his hair is, your eyes turn to Fugo.

“Your shot, Fugo!” You giggled as he tsked spun the bottle with measurable force. You could have sworn you saw his eyes light up, for almost a second, until Mista pulled his chair out.

“Alright! C'mere and gimme a kiss, you!” Fugo shrugs and reaches over the table, giving Mista a kiss on his cheek. Mista gives him a dopey little smile, and suddenly it’s Abbacchio’s turn to spin. He looks grumpy (probably dreading the idea of having to kiss one of his team members), but gives it a lazy spin. 

Your heart skips a beat, then, when it lands on you. It was bound to happen eventually, but Abbacchio? The others seemed to have similar reactions of shock.

“Seriously?! What kind of luck am I getting today?” 

“Damnit! I-I mean, why do I gotta be the one to kiss Abbacchio?”

You interrupt them, clearing your throat.

“Hey, c’mon Abba-hic! C’mon over here,” Abbacchio gave you a smoldering look you couldn’t describe in this state-like he would march other to your seat and either throttle you or kiss you. Thankfully, he did the latter, holding your chin with one hand and giving you a hasty, rough kiss-right on your lips. 

Your drunk mind was whirring, and you immediately tasted the wine on his lips, and something savory-perhaps the last meal he ate? Despite your shock, you didn’t hesitate in kissing him back before he ended the kiss, which ended almost as quickly as it started. A still silence fell on the table as Abbacchio made his way back to his seat, leaving you blinking and a little out of breath. Just how eager were you to kiss him back? That shouldn’t be normal, if the one sober-ish part of your brain had anything to say about it. You could still feel his lips on your own; was it time you gave those feelings of yours a raincheck? He flashed you a smug smirk as he tapped Mista on the shoulder.

“Your turn,” Mista was frowning at you-or was it your expression? He seemed off, all of a sudden-almost like when he encountered a multiple of four in the corner of his eye. It concerned you, and if you weren’t so drunk off your face, you’d ask him if everything was alright. You brushed it off for now.

His spin ended on Narancia, and with a groan from Narancia and a chuckle from Mista, he walked over to the boy.

“Where do ya wanna get a kiss, hmm? cheeks, nose, I can even do lips if you’re that eager!” Narancia pouted at Mista’s pointed retort and thought for a moment, and pointed to his nose. Mista nodded, almost solemnly, and gave him a lingering kiss.Narancia pulled back, wiping his nose quickly.

“Shit, you got your spit all over me!” Mista looked slightly upset by this, and he staggered back to his seat next to you and whined how he doubted Narancia was any better. Like that, his turn was through and it was your shot. You took another sip of your drink and reached over to the bottle, giving it a good spin. You were suddenly excited; you didn’t care who you landed on, but you wanted to be bold. Hell, if Abbacchio had the nerve to kiss you (and a part of you willed the bottle to land on him again) on the lips, what was stopping you? If they seemed disinterested, you could give them a quick kiss and be done with it.

As the bottle slowed, it stopped, dead on Fugo. You gave him an easy smile, but the butterflies that had burst into your stomach told you that you were anything but easy about this. As you stood up, you felt a rush of dizziness hit you. God, you really were drunk, weren’t you? As you stumbled your way over to Fugo, you noted Narancia with his arms crossed. He was glaring very intently at the bottle in the middle of the table-but you don’t recall it doing him any wrong. (He did have to kiss Abbacchio and watch Abbachio kiss you, you remind your inebriated self when you’re tucked in for bed that night)

Fugo gives you a sort of longing look as you come closer, like he’s hoping you’ll kiss him properly. He didn’t ark up when Abbacchio kissed you, though you could see he was pretty annoyed. God, are they all after you? As much as the thought excited you-tomorrow’s gonna be an icky day.

Regardless of what was to happen when the sun came up, you tilted Fugo’s head slightly so that he was looking up at you and dipped down. You stop yourself just in time before you actually fall on him, and gently press your lips to his. You could tell he was surprised, but he returned the sweet kiss. He seemed like he was holding back, though-the way he followed and matched your pace, just with a little more vigor than you expected. As much as you wanted to deepen the kiss, you were suddenly more aware of the other men on the table-and their possible mixed feelings toward you. You ended the kiss as you stood back up, and gave the stunned boy a soft smile, leaning on the table before making your way back to your seat. 

The rest of the game seemed to drag out, but you managed to kiss Narancia-and, conveniently, earn a kiss from Mista. When you turned to Narancia, he gave you a cocky grin.

“Make it a good one, yeah? That way I can forget all the other kisses I’ve gotten tonight!” The comment was pointed, and you were surprised Fugo hadn’t lost his temper at this point. Talking about a silent Fugo…you could faintly recognize the soft snores next to Narancia, and as you glanced in your peripheral you saw his slumped form on the table sleeping soundly. He looked so serene…but you turned your attention to the boy next to you as he inched closer. He looked slightly nervous, now that the two of you were close enough to really see each other. Come to think of it, you’d never seen any of the boys faces this close before-Narancia, the boy who you were to kiss next, had a cute little beauty spot just next to his mouth you hadn’t seen until now. 

You took as a cue to lean in the rest of the way, closing your eyes as your lips touched his. His kiss was fast and passionate, and though you knocked teeth a couple of times you managed to match his pace sooner than expected, melting into the kiss. As you broke off to catch your breath, Mista banged on the table. 

“Oi, it’s a kiss, not a damn make out session!” Narancia seemed distracted by Mista, and stood up from his chair. 

“Hey, there’s no rules saying otherwise, is there?” Narancia looked to you for back up, and your eyes darted from the bottle to Narancia and to a less than happy Mista. Fugo was still asleep, it seemed, and Abbacchio had long ago left the table, disappearing after excusing himself for another glass of wine. An idea popped into your head (You were really going to regret these drunken lightbulb moments when you woke up tomorrow-or later today, whatever the time was) and you grabbed the bottle, preparing to spin.

“Fugo’s asleep, so I’ll juss spin for him! Once the bottle is spun, there’s -hic! no more arguing!” At this point, you were yelling (rather, slurring) loud enough to wake the poor boy, but as you spun the bottle once more the two boys surprisingly settled back into their seats. The bottle stopped halfway between Abbacchio’s spot and Mista, but before Narancia could rebuke it you turned to the only boy you had yet to kiss.

“Alllright, pucker up, Mistaa!” He shot you a smirk as he grabbed your cheeks and brought you closer to him. Up close, the faint smell of cologne wafted into your nose as you realized how much more inviting his close proximity was. Maybe it was simply that you were blind drunk, and all the other kisses you had received that night were far from innocent, but when he leaned in and kissed you, you couldn’t help sighing into the kiss. He was a bit sloppy-but nothing you could complain about, considering how comfortable you felt with his arm snaking out to cup your waist. You felt like you could melt in his embrace in that moment, but the sound of a cleared throat interrupted the kiss. Mista pulled away, seeming a little too satisfied with the flustered mess he had made of you. He frowned, and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Ahh, sorry…guess I forgot it was your shot ‘n not mine. Ya can still kiss me though, just to be fair ‘n all?” At this, Narancia banged his fists on the table, jolting a now annoyed Fugo to consciousness.

“No ff…fucking fair!” You however, had zoned out from the argument that had arisen on the table. You had enjoyed each and every boy’s company, a little too much. You felt like you were caught in between a reverse harem-four love interests? That seems a bit too much, and all for you… If their kisses were anything to go by, this night wasn’t just a revelation for you.

…Your hangover would be horrible, but you hoped Bruno had a solo mission for you to pursue tomorrow-maybe it would give you a break from whatever storm was coming your way.

[pyode-luar-ke]

carnation | part iii | poly!yautja x reader

A/N: here it is: the prodigal Birth Scene. turn back now if you’re uncomfy w the themes and topics at hand, and please please please mind the content warnings!

this chapter is actually the shortest bc it was actually combined with part ii at first, but i split them due to the aforementioned warning. part iv will be out eventually, i don’t have much of it outlined, so i’m still deciding what to do with it.

summary: the big day.

word count: 3,206

content: 18+, fem!afab!reader, polyamorous relationship (F/M/M/M/M/M), reverse harem, pregnant!reader, pregnancy, labor, graphic birth descriptions, delivery, breastfeeding, newborn yautja pup!!

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You reach 12 months. It’s exhausting, but it’s finally happened. An entire year of pregnancy. It’s surreal.

It feels like your body has reached its limit. Your belly is crowded, full and taut, a large dome of pup and flesh that hangs low. It forces you to hunch slightly, and when you stand or walk you have to support the stretchmark-laden underside with your hand. It often astounds you at how heavy the girth of your middle is, how you feel your pup shift and press against your hands when you rub it.

The same can be said of your breasts. They hadn’t grown too much in the remaining month or so, but they certainly got heavier. Even the “milking sessions” (God, the term makes you feel like a cow) every other day, it did nothing to relieve the ache in your shoulders and back your drooping tits caused.

You promised yourself that once you give birth to this pup, you’re treating yourself and laying on your stomach. It’s been too long, and your back has earned the reward.

Overall, you feel so big and heavy and full that you’re tired all the time and sleep constantly, but in sharp contrast you’ve begun to go through huge nesting stretches. Instinct screams at you to prep for the upcoming arrival, and you get so restless that you’re equal parts exhausted and energetic.

Sometimes, you’re so antsy and fidgety that you arrange then rearrange your pups nest over and over again. Like your mates’ beds, the “crib” is really just a dip in the ground padded by furs and downy feathers. Although the one for your pup is much smaller, only able to hold the newborn that’ll sleep there, curled up. Pups, almost like kittens, will squeeze themselves in tiny spaces for the first year or so until they inevitably co-sleep with their bearer, much like humans do.

It’s hard to get sleep on the days when nesting becomes your main priority— because you just have to make your pup’s space perfect— that your mates have to bribe you to their beds. Usually it involves some level of seduction and a promise of sex (of course, very careful sex by now), but sometimes they’re able to guide you away, forcing you to succumb to your sleepiness.

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“Come now, little mate.” Th’chi purrs, grabbing you by your forearms. You sigh, forcing yourself to drop the furs in your hands. He’d been trying to pry you away from your pup’s nest for hours now, beckoning you to go to sleep. The luar-ke had risen from the horizon, glowing proudly at the peak of the sky.

“I know, I just...” You try to argue, weakly gesturing at the unfinished, disheveled mess that you’re attempting to make into a nest, “It needs to be perfect, Th’chi.”

You know deep down that you’re being fairly illogical, the nesting drive is hyperbolizing the state of the tiny bed of furs, but it’s hard to remind yourself of that. Your pup needs a nest, it isn’t finished, and you’re becoming upset. Th’chi scents your rising distress and whickers.

“The furs are some of the finest, I should know because I took their beast’s th’syra.” He states, nuzzling your cheek with his mandibles. You make a whining groan in your throat, gesturing at the nest again. Before you can protest with the same excuse he and all your other mates have heard near daily now, Th’chi swoops you up into his arms.

“Th’chi! You bastard! Put me down!” You shout, smacking him on his brawny chest and shoulders as he transports you bridal style to his yurt. He only clicks in amusement, playfully snapping at your hands with his mandibles if they get too close. It has you gasping and laughing, pinching his tresses in retaliation.

He growls when you do, narrowing his bright yellow eyes at you as his pupils eclipse them. You smirk knowingly in his arms, gliding a gentle hand up and down his chest. His quad-heartbeat thrums beneath your palm. You wink. His grip on you tightens possessively.

When Th’chi finally sets you down in his bed, he’s already begun emitting his dia-shui, to which you gladly accept his advances.

It’s a long night.

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A week later, it wakes you up.

Your abdomen tenses, a tightness that pulls the breath from your lungs and has your eyes snapping open. Any remnant of sleep vanishes from you in an instant. The tight feeling intensifies, turning painful, and you can’t prevent the soft Oh! from escaping you.

Laying beside you, Bhu’kei wakes to your startled gasp. Immediately, his eyes dart to you, how you’ve sat up in bed, how you grip your belly. He can see your abdominal muscles work, your womb distorted as it flexes to expel the pup inside it. The wide-eyed, pained look on your face tells him everything else. Sweat perspires at your brow, already your body is anticipating what’s to come.

“Mate.” Bhu’kei states firm, pulling your attention from the white hot pain to him. You whimper, panting, turning your attention to him. The contraction ceases, receding like the tide. It leaves you tingling and throbbing. You swallow.

“I think it’s time.” You whisper a hoarse reply, and like clockwork or coincidental magic, wetness gushes from your core, soaking your thighs and blanket in warm, semi-clear liquid. Then another contraction thunders through your hips and you yelp.

Bhu’kei roars to alert the others.

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You shriek into Ap-tui’s chest, sweat rolling down your temples, dripping at your chin. Your wet eyebrows cinch tight together, tears form at the corners of your squeezed-shut eyes. Another brutal, merciless contraction squeezes at your abdomen, your uterus forcing the mass of your pup down— down against your taut cervix.

At the brief interlude of the contraction waning, you manage to gulp in air before another seizes you— Stronger, longer than the last. You wail in crescendo, your lower core ignited; Stabbing flames. You push.

Your cunt bulges, vulva swollen and burning, the crown of your newborn beginning to emerge from your slit. You can feel the squirming mass of your pup slip down. It’s excruciating. His head threatens at the cradle of your sex.

A scream tears at your overexerted throat, tears rolling down your hot face. Bawling, you press your cheek as flush as possible to Ap-tui’s abdomen, like being close to him will give him the strength he possesses. Strength you need, strength that is so so hard to upkeep, and you exhaust yourself, pushing subsiding.

You’d been deadlocked in active labor for six hours now. Contractions had started three before that. It’s become more and more difficult since.

“Keep going.” Faintly, you hear Bhu’kei encourage, and it manages to jumpstart you into the next contraction. Groaning loudly, you heave and push with all your might, the burning of your sex a motivator to get. This. Pup. Out.

Your hands grip Ap-tui’s biceps like there’s no tomorrow, so tight you’re sure you must be splitting his mahogany hide with your nails. If you are, he pays it no heed, only purring and occasionally clicking out a reassurance. He holds you in position— a low squat optimal for delivery, bearing most of your weight for you— and his steady presence is necessary.

A large paw comes to rest on the low of your trembling back, and you recognize it to be Ta’kaa’s. The weight of his heavy palm is centering. You cling to his warmth. 

It’s hardly enough to dispel any of the pain, but he’s so important to you. They all are.

All around you— screaming and squatting on a pile of old furs strewn about the floor, pushing out a bowling ball from your womb— your mates stand in support, chittering and rumbling amongst themselves. Sometimes Van’chaa will pace or Bhu’kei will run a scan or Th’chi will offer you words of encouragement. They are all hyperaware, antsy and restless on their feet. Ap-tui is the only one completely still, he is your rock.

But they’re all there. That in itself is transcendent. 

Yautja males do not linger during the gestation of their pups. Yautja males do not stick around for the births of their pups. Females do not allow them to. They evolve to mate, then move on. Yet here are your mates, aiding you with delivery, having waited the whole time.

They wait and watch their oomani-di win her Chiva.

The pup has dropped lower, his head a firm and foreign object breaching the opening of your core. He’s so large, and it feels like birthing him is splitting you in two. You push with the unforgiving contraction, attempting to make allies with it, and screaming into Ap-tui’s belly. The pup shifts, and its the strangest sensation of your vagina being stretched to the limit and the pup exiting your womb.

“Little sain’ja.”

One of your mates purrs, you’re too focused on the feeling of the head passing your labia to make out who.

“Strong little mate.”

Another one of your Yautja says, and still you’re unable to name who it was because now the pup becomes snagged on it’s shoulders. You freely start bawling harder, shaking. He’s stuck. You can’t push him out. He’s just too big. You’re too weak.

“Go, mate! Push!” 

“I— ugnh— I c-can’t— Oohhh.” You whimper, and you’re so overwhelmed and delirious with pain that you start to wish your mother was here. She’d be able to help you and relieve your pain. She’d know what to do and say with her nimble hands and comforting voice.

A small part of you even wishes Ni’ja were here too. She’d knock some sense into you.

“It hurts.” You choke, and the paw on your back presses down, firm. You focus on it. Ap-tui’s skin is hot and he rumbles with purrs. They’re calming.

“You have passed the head. Only a few more pushes for the body.” It’s Bhu’kei that speaks, you’re lucid enough now to recognize his timbre, and you shake your head. You can’t, you can’t, you can’t...

Another contraction. This time slow and long and rolling through your lower half as steady as a wildfire. With the pain, you push until your thighs quiver— all that you can do. You push until your knuckles go white against Ap-tui’s scales, until you feel the distinct burn of the pup’s shoulders exiting your labia. The white-hot pain has you screaming, choking.

Another push, and you pass the shoulders. Another, the body.

And suddenly— so suddenly— it’s over. 

You look down. Your vision is blurry and your head throbs. 

Between your knees, upon the furs Bhu’kei and Th-chi had laid out for your childbed, lies a tiny Yautja.

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It’s as if time has simply stopped. All you can focus on is the tiny Yautja you’d birthed.

The robust, masculine cheers of the Yautja males go entirely unheard by you. With heaving breaths and tremendous effort, you let go of Ap-tui and shakily sit back on your bottom. Your core burns, but the squirming pup between your legs, still connected to you by the umbilical cord, causes you to forget the pain completely.

You reach for your pup. You recognize he is male. His skin is hot to the touch and soft. Covered in amniotic fluid and blood, it’s hard to tell but you’re able to see he has the same coloring as his sire: Mahogany. When you lift him, he is heavy and healthy. All you can see, hear, and feel is the wailing newborn pup you’d brought into the world. 

His piercing wails sound almost bird-like, like a metallic-esque twang that warbles in his tiny throat and gummy jaws. Nubs of tuskless mandibles sporadically open and close around his tiny pink mouth. A small tongue sits inside. His eyes are squeezed shut, not to open for at least another few days. Tiny paws search the air, desperate and needing.

He needs you. He wants you. Your pup squirms in your arms, and he is yours. 

It’s like you can’t breathe. The love and adoration you feel suffocates you.

“Hi.” You blubber, your voice choked in your throat. Your pup wails and warbles, his tiny body presses against the soft flesh of your bare chest. His face turns towards your breast, and immediately his tiny mouth begins to make sucking noises. Tears roll profusely down your face. He knows you’re his mother, and he wishes to nurse.

“Let me help you.” Ap-tui stabilizes you into a more comfortable seated position, while Bhu’kei delicately moves you so that he’s able to reach your pup. You nearly protest and pull your pup back flush against your chest, but Ta’kaa rubs his paw in circles on your spine.

“I need to cut the umbilical cord.” Bhu’kei says, and you’re starting to come back to your senses and nod. You meet his eyes and smile, offering Bhu’kei the pup. He takes him in his hands as if you’ve bestowed him something holy, and while the pup wails in distress at being parted from your breast, he doesn’t panic. The cord is cut, and your pup returns swiftly to your arms. 

“He wishes to suckle. He searches for your teat.” Van’chaa rumbles beside you, having crouched down to be closer. He purrs in content and stares at the pup in amazement. Ta’kaa is at his side, one hand still rubbing your back, and looking much the same.

In the cacophony of birthing and celebration, your racing thoughts about how exactly you’d breastfeed your pup comes to mind. As you guide his searching, tiny pink mouth to one of your nipples, you adjust to lift your breast.

Before he had been born, you worried over how you’d be able to feed him with his mandibles in the way, but it seems all those concerns were all for naught. Your pup's jowls spread wide, then press flat against the skin of your breast. His mouth is immensely hot, almost furnace-like. And then, he latches, and your entire world changes.

Your suckling starts feverishly at your left breast, not necessarily tugging at your nipple, but definitely working it. It is the strangest feeling ever. He makes little content noises that sound incredibly human, and it takes everything in you to not burst into tears again, lest you disrupt your nursing pup.

You opt to kiss the sloped crown of his head, and he grunts. You kiss his working jaws, and he grunts once more, a tiny paw pressing against your chin. You kiss him again, and he purrs.

“Look at him.” You murmur, your soft voice almost overshadowed by the loud purring of all your mates. Ap-tui and Bhu’kei begin to clean your body with wet rags, wiping away blood, sweat, tears. They are especially careful of your throbbing sex. The pain is nowhere near as great as it had been during birth, but you can tell you’re going to be feeling it for a while.

You just hope you didn’t tear.

“He’s perfect. He’s perfect.” You recite like a mantra, kissing your pup worshipfully over and over again. In front of you, Ap-tui clicks with pride. He had done well. His seed both worked and the pup meets your satisfaction. There is no possibility of abandonment.

“What should we name him?” You ask, marveling at how much the pup consumes despite just being born. Ni’ja hadn’t been lying when she said that he’d be nursing from the very beginning.

“That is your decision.” Van’chaa rumbles, clicking to Bhu’kei when he notices you grimace in pain. Nursing your son had been distracting you fully from the smaller, lingering contractions that signaled your placenta passing. It hurt like reopening a scab, sharp and brief. With some more reassurances, you barely have to push for the afterbirth to leave you.

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The pup nurses for another hour before finally drinking his fill and falling asleep at your breast. It takes a few tries to detach his suction from your nipple, but when you finally do, Ap-tui takes the pup in his hands so you can dress yourself. You’d been naked for the entirety of labor and delivery, nearly ten hours, and as much as you adore your net body suit, you seek out your flowy cotton dress.

The feeling of fabric is comforting and reminds you of home, of Earth. The melancholy you feel for your planet doesn’t strike that often, but having just given birth to your Yautja son on an alien planet... Your mind is a bit frazzled.

And so the dress helps. Sleep probably will too. 

You take the pup back from Ap-tui— who’d been crouched and watching like a hawk the little thing sleep, as if he’d suddenly wake and bolt— and place him in his crib of furs and downy feathers. Even though you’re exhausted and only want to pass out (on your stomach), it’s surprisingly hard to place him down and to... leave him.

Ta’kaa has to remind you that your bed is only feet away. The pup sleeps soundly, and five Yautja hunters will protect you both. You hesitantly agree.

Now, in your bed, your mates fighting for space around you, you sigh into the furs beneath you. Your body throbs, not too badly thanks to the medicine Bhu’kei gave you, and the inkiness of sleep creeps at your vision. You lazily look to your pup, who’s only an arm length away from you.

He sleeps curled up into a tight ball, tiny mandible nubs closed and his eyes shut tight (as they will be). His chest rises with soft breaths, and if you really focus you’re able to hear tiny purrs come from him. 

“Well,” You pause to yawn, “I want to give him a Yautja name. Something strong.”

Your mates whicker in happiness. Admittedly, they had been bracing for you to give the pup some weird, too ooman name. Thankfully, you seem to share their fondness of good, normal Yautja names. Which isn’t to say that they think your name is weird or abnormal— Yours is special to them, of course.

They take turns nuzzling you and caressing you with their paws, each one murmuring their thanks. The yurt is alight in soft whickering and purrs.

“Khu’eon.” Ap-tui offers the name when it pops to existence in his mind, dipping his head in reverence to you. Males never get to name the pups they sire, so he knows he’s walking on unknown ground. If he were to encroach so brazenly on a Yautja female’s right, Ap-tui would be slaughtered.

But you are not a Yautja female. You are an oomani-di and his lifemate. He is your male as much as you are his female. He and his brothers and cousins are your equals. When you smile over at him— your eyes exhausted and your face still hot and wet with tears— he knows that you’ve approved this choice as well.

“Khu-eon it is.”

The males erupt into another round of victorious roars and slamming the fists to their chests. A new hunter has been brought into the world, named, and will be trained to be an apex warrior like his sires.

Khu-eon startles awake and begins to wail.

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yautja translations

Chiva →  the trial of which a Youngblood Yautja is Blooded should they succeed in killing a kiande amedha (Xenomorph) dia-shui → musk, specifically that of a male luar-ke → moon ooman / oomani-di → human / human female sain’ja → warrior th’syra → skull/s

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taglist

@coffee-love-alltheabove, @floralfi, @yautja-mistress, @that-teen2003, @boogeysmoth, @soryuwifeyxx 

(if you want to join the taglist for this series, just leave a comment or dm me, and i’ll add you to the list. hope you all enjoyed it!)

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First Batch of Genshin SAGAU Brainrots, previously shared with Anemoarchonhoe.

I have previously shared these ideas with Anemoarchonhoe but I have decided to post them here as well. 

Imagine the reader using their powers to make clones so they can spend time with everyone at once. The more touch starved characters have a small group all around them pampering them to the point they are blushing messes. Meanwhile Childe is being...well Childe...no further elaboration needed on that part lol.

A soft SAGAU or CultAu where the reader is a narrator of stories like Lovecraft and other authors. Upon arriving in Treyvat the reader the acolytes beg the reader to tell them their stories again. I know someone is doing a storyteller fic or au but I am not sure if it is like this.

A Cult Au where the reader was kept prisoner in a well ala the Ring by a village loyal to Celestia and not them. The Traveler finds them starved to the point of being a near skeleton and decide to...discipline the village while their companions tend to their creator.

A cult or Soft SAGAU where the creator has come from a grim dark world and not our world, something like Terra from Arknights or the Worm verse and has to adjust to a world where everything is not out to kill them.

A Cult or soft SAGAU where the reader has either been living on their own in the woods or is poor and lives in a run down and crumbling house without knowing who they are or anyone being able to find them. When they are found they show everyone their crumbling house with pride while everyone gapes with horror at what their god has been living in.

Soft Au where the reader gives everyone head pats. That is it, they just give every character they see a headpat be they Signora or QiQi.

Cult or Soft AU where the reader has a twin. One has a soulmate bond with all of the of age male characters and the other having a similar bond with all of the of age women in the game. I picture them being sisters with one having a reverse harem and the other having a yuri harem.

A Soft or cult where the reader is very short and rides on the shoulders of a giant Mitachurl everywhere they go. Imagine the looks on the gate guards faces when they see a Mitachurl the size of a small house clad in full armor holding an axe as big as it is tall with their God sitting on its shoulder or on it's head.

Venti decides to be a troll and takes the creator flying in his divine form, making sure the other archons see him as he does so. He is going to start another war at this rate.

A cult or soft au where the reader arrives in Treyvat crippled with a broken leg or such, and everyone is running around like a chicken with their heads cut off at the fact that their god is hurt and they don't know how it happened.

A cult or soft Au where the reader resurrects the dead like Makoto, Guizhong, and Vanessa to help everyone they love so much. Haishan is ressurected as well and demands a rematch from Beidou.

Soft Au where the reader becomes the relationship advice expert of Treyvat.

Cult Au or soft Au where the reader is a history fan and after making a reference to one of the World Wars decides to tell everyone about said wars. Meanwhile, everyone is listening in with horror at the sheer scale and insanity of the wars of the world their creator had been on. After all is said and done they are tackled in a group hug by everyone who wants to make sure they are okay.

Earth is a death world by Treyvat standards and everyone gets more and more horrified the more they learn about how screwed up our world is.

Imagine everyone's faces when the reader decides to bring back some of the extinct species from earth on an island or something. Venti takes one look at a Pterodactyl and wants to ride one. Ei sees a a baby Psittacosaurus and decides then and there and promptly begins to cuddle the creature. Zhongli has a brief staring match with a T-Rex, the two share a nod and go on their ways. Meanwhile Childe sees a Saber Tooth Tiger and decides that it is his new kitty.

A Doctor Stone level genius reader who proceeds to help modernize Treyvat.

A cult or soft SAGAU where the reader is a child who is tinier than even Klee and Qiqi. Venti sees them and squeals so loudly that nearby windows crack.

 A cult au where the reader was an idol and decides to form an idol band with Barbara as a singer, Venti on the lyre, Ningguang as a financer, Xinyan on guitar and whoever you can think of on the other instruments.

 In the same vein as the history fan reader idea, a Cult or Soft AU where the child reader knows things they really shouldn't leading to panic attacks and crisis. For example they visit Jean at work and ask her why she is so busy, after she tells them they tell her 'At least you don't have to worry about Jack the Ripper.' Jean asks who that is thinking its an imaginary friend...one explanation later she is dropping them off with Lisa or Barbara while she gets something to drink. Ei bemoans her mistakes as a leader, the reader says 'At least your not as bad as Stalin or Hitler.' Ei makes Jeans mistake and asks them who they are thinking they are imaginary, she then drops the reader off with Sara or Yae and proceeds to wonder what kind of world lets a child know about such things. They ask Barbara and Rosaria if there is something like the Inquisition in Teyvat, both are worried that the reader somehow found out about it in a Cult Au or are horrified to learn about the things done by the Inquisition in our world. The reader mentions plagues, murderers, and stuff like that and other things as well and everyone is freaking out because a child should not know about such things.

 A Cult or Soft Au where the reader  is afraid of people and panics when they see a person, even Klee. They cry for help and suddenly a dozen Lawachurls and Abyss Mages show up.

 A child reader who comes from a post-apocalyptic world, like Fallout. They see grass and ask what the soft green thing is, Ganyu almost has a heart attack when she learns there is no grass where they are from. They see a chef with a cleaver and ask if they are going to eat them while eying a window or door, Xiangling is physically ill when they tell them about the cannibals. They ask Venti what that nice sound is, he proceeds to freak-out when he learns they have never heard music. They ask about if there is radiation or something like it in the air, everyone gets sick when they describe radiation sickness. They tell Albedo about the mutants and creatures they have seen, Ei winds up holding Sara and Yae like plushies to keep nightmares away from all three of them after seeing the pictures the alchemist drew from their descriptions. Jean flips her lid when she is told about the bomb collars used by slavers and the raiders and chem-fiends.

 A tiny child reader who has a family of monsters from fiction, think some Trever Henderson, Dead by daylight, Myths and stuff. I mean things like aunt Sadako, good boy Long-Horse as a pet, Big brother Michael Meyers, cousin Leather-Face Bubba, momma Hachishaku, and stuff.

 A cult au where the child reader arrives horribly burned and or scarred, like Alessa from Silent Hill, and uses a ghost like projection to draw people to their real body.

The archons, Celestia, The Abyss, and the Travelers are all contemplating finding a way to their old world to lodge a formal complaint...in the form of a cataclysm or two.

 Tiny reader who winds up in places they shouldn't, like on a cliff or on top of a building or outside of Ningguang's window on the rebuilt Jade Chamber. Huh, so this is why I have heard that bullying the Acolytes is fun.

 Soft or Cult Au where the reader is a feral child who has lived in caves and stuff for so long they have become almost animalistic.

 Tiny reader whose first thought on seeing anyone is to hug them. Signora gets a hug. Venti squeals when he is hugged. Barbara nearly faints when she is hugged by her god. Ningguang gets a hug. Ei gets a hug. All the characters get hugs!

 Soft Au where the reader was a child soldier in a Metal Gear like Universe or something. Everyone freaks out after learning that their God had been made into a weapon as soon as they could walk and talk and is busy trying to let them enjoy their new chance at a childhood. The Abyss, Celestia, and the Archons agree to a treaty that anything that ruins said new childhood is dealt with by all three of them combined.

 Cult Au where something like the Gate from 'Gate thus the JDSF fought there,' opens on Teyvat...only to be greeted by an alliance of all factions who had been warned by their god that the gate leads to a 'bad place where people are hurting,' The empire proceeds to get thrashed by Fatui soldiers backed by Ruin Hunters and Guards with Abyss forces with Khaenri'ah tech aiding soldiers from all other nations while the Archons show these invaders what gods can really do. When refugees and and freed slaves who have suffered horribly are brought through the Gate they are stunned to learn that a child is this world's chief god and that said child is the reason they are being healed and given new lives. Meanwhile the entity that opened the Gate finds out they can't close it, and Asmoday decides that their arrogance ends then and there upon thinking they could run from their God's judgement.

 A Child reader arrives and starts asking people if this is hell because they were told they were going there...I will leave the reactions to you, but safe to say everyone is trying to find a way to their god's old world to bring about a new cataclysm.

 A reader, child or not is up to you, who has blood, that looks like the night sky and by that I mean it is black with silver stars and multi colored galaxies and stuff in it, with mutative properties. I mean they cut themselves by accident and their blood hits a flower and suddenly we have a motherly Alraune holding them. Their blood hits a pig and suddenly we have a hogzilla sided boar running rampant through the forest with the reader laughing while riding their back. Now combined that with the reader not being able to feel pain and know when they have been hurt and you get chaos.

 Child reader who spawns in the Abyss. Everyone is dumbfounded when Hilichurls show up outside of their cities with wagons full of trading goods and pre written signs or Abyss Mages who say that they are trading these goods and protection/safe travels or temporary peace in exchange for children toys and art supplies. Sara hears this and thinks that her soldiers are drunk. Jean hears this and thinks she is way too overworked. Ningguang is stunned into silence before deciding that Mora and goods are Mora and goods. Abyss Aether winds up grabbing his sister and asking for advice on what to do when the child has a nightmare...Lumine is too busy laughing to answer.

 Tiny child reader who has nightmares and needs comforted by everyone.

 A narcoleptic child reader who falls asleep in very strange places.

 Not a child reader but imagine a Milf reader whose first reaction to seeing everyone is to glomp them with their face being pushed into their chest.

 A child reader who likes to dress up as their acolytes. Venti cannot stop himself from showing off his new mini me. Zhongli looks like a proud father. Ei is reduced to a cooing mess who winds up holding them on her lap like the most precious thing in the world. Signora can't stop herself from proudly puffing out her chest at the tiny version of herself. Beidou has them proudly riding on their shoulders with her crew calling her mini me 'Mini Captain'. The Mirror Maiden all but faints when she sees or is told about the child who has dressed up like her.

 Child reader who gives Teppei a custom made vision that lets him use all elements and summon them to his side if needed.

 A cult or Soft au where the child reader is blind or deaf.

 Cult Au where the reader calls everyone 'Mommy' or 'Daddy' or in other cases 'Big Sister' or 'Big Brother'.

Anemoarchonhoe mentioned the world of Little Nightmares in his reply and so let's expand on that with a Child reader who was with Six on The Maw and later on in the City that is so traumatized by what they have seen they cannot sleep alone and even have hallucinations from time to time about what they have seen.

 A cult Au where the child reader is chronically sick to the point they are almost as fragile as porcelain.

 A child reader who is a very gifted cook, in particular they are very good at making sweets and decide to bring some of their old worlds sweet treats to this new world. Ei takes one bite of a salted caramel cake and lets out a sound that is typically reserved for the bedroom.

 A child reader who grew up on the street. They can't read or write and also have health issues. They know nothing about this new world and are soon to be picked up by a certain Oni who takes them under his wing.

Dewdropwrites did something like this, but A cult au where the child reader is just so pure and so sweet that they don't know when some people are trying to use them and so their beloved acolytes have to help them out from time to time. Someone tries to swindle them? Ningguang proceeds to ruin their business and their families businesses. Someone says they are not the real creator despite them having shown signs that they are? Barbara and Rosaria are on the situation in a moment in a form of Inquisition, the person is made persona non grata by the church in every region and may find themselves having a mysterious visitor on their way home at night. Someone says their ability to use the elements without a vision is freaky? Lumine and Aether are happy to demonstrate their own abilities...on them while Paimon distracts the reader. Someone ruins their fun day? Signora and Venti put aside their differences and proceed to test out what they can combined their powers into.  

 A cult au where the reader is being spoiled by their acolytes.

Please feel free to use any of these in stories or drabbles, as long as I am mentioned or given some credit for the idea I am fine with it if that is okay with you as well. Be advised that I may use them for future stories either on this site or on ao3.

[anemoarchonhoe]

Alright I warned you that I have a lot of them lol.

Also, I am new to tumblr, I have no idea how to put a quote under my name like I have seen others have, so I would appreciate it if you could tell me how because even after over 20 years on this planet I am still borderline tech illiterate lol.

Anyways, here we go with brainrots, also I am not that big a fan of Impostor Aus but I am very fond of the cult and soft aus.

Imagine the reader using their powers to make clones so they can spend time with everyone at once. The more touch starved characters have a small group all around them pampering them to the point they are blushing messes. Meanwhile Childe is being...well Childe...no further elaboration needed on that part lol.

A soft SAGAU or CultAu where the reader is a narrator of stories like Lovecraft and other authors. Upon arriving in Treyvat the reader the acolytes beg the reader to tell them their stories again. I know someone is doing a storyteller fic or au but I am not sure if it is like this.

A Cult Au where the reader was kept prisoner in a well ala the Ring by a village loyal to Celestia and not them. The Traveler finds them starved to the point of being a near skeleton and decide to...discipline the village while their companions tend to their creator.

A cult or Soft SAGAU where the creator has come from a grim dark world and not our world, something like Terra from Arknights or the Worm verse and has to adjust to a world where everything is not out to kill them.

A Cult or soft SAGAU where the reader has either been living on their own in the woods or is poor and lives in a run down and crumbling house without knowing who they are or anyone being able to find them. When they are found they show everyone their crumbling house with pride while everyone gapes with horror at what their god has been living in.

Soft Au where the reader gives everyone head pats. That is it, they just give every character they see a headpat be they Signora or QiQi.

Cult or Soft AU where the reader has a twin. One has a soulmate bond with all of the of age male characters and the other having a similar bond with all of the of age women in the game. I picture them being sisters with one having a reverse harem and the other having a yuri harem.

A Soft or cult where the reader is very short and rides on the shoulders of a giant Mitachurl everywhere they go. Imagine the looks on the gate guards faces when they see a Mitachurl the size of a small house clad in full armor holding an axe as big as it is tall with their God sitting on its shoulder or on it's head.

Venti decides to be a troll and takes the creator flying in his divine form, making sure the other archons see him as he does so. He is going to start another war at this rate.

A cult or soft au where the reader arrives in Treyvat crippled with a broken leg or such, and everyone is running around like a chicken with their heads cut off at the fact that their god is hurt and they don't know how it happened.

A cult or soft Au where the reader resurrects the dead like Makoto, Guizhong, and Vanessa to help everyone they love so much. Haishan is ressurected as well and demands a rematch from Beidou.

Soft Au where the reader becomes the relationship advice expert of Treyvat.

Cult Au or soft Au where the reader is a history fan and after making a reference to one of the World Wars decides to tell everyone about said wars. Meanwhile, everyone is listening in with horror at the sheer scale and insanity of the wars of the world their creator had been on. After all is said and done they are tackled in a group hug by everyone who wants to make sure they are okay.

Earth is a death world by Treyvat standards and everyone gets more and more horrified the more they learn about how screwed up our world is.

Imagine everyone's faces when the reader decides to bring back some of the extinct species from earth on an island or something. Venti takes one look at a Pterodactyl and wants to ride one. Ei sees a a baby Psittacosaurus and decides then and there and promptly begins to cuddle the creature. Zhongli has a brief staring match with a T-Rex, the two share a nod and go on their ways. Meanwhile Childe sees a Saber Tooth Tiger and decides that it is his new kitty.

A Doctor Stone level genius reader who proceeds to help modernize Treyvat.

I am going to call this here so that it does not end up as long as one of my Ao3 stories. Sorry about how much there is lol. I hope you like them. I have fallen so far down this rabbit hole I am dining with the Mad Hatter in Wonderland.

I hope my lil tutorial is helpful!! I'm only using mobile so if you're using a PC, idk if it'd be different-. By the way, you can also press the background button (seen in the second pic) to edit your blog profile's bg color, while the accent one are for the letters' colors iirc:

HOLY FUCK I LOVE ALL OF YOUR IDEAS SHDJDKFL. I'm also more into soft au of the cult because I'm more well-versed with writing fluffy mushy stuff than the dark stuff that's common in impostor au.

By the way...

*squints at the small reader riding a mitachurl's shoulder*

How did you get in my Ruin Bird series' draft? LMAO JUST KIDDING, but my idea was close to your own, but in my fic idea, they're instead riding on a Ruin Guard, Abyss Lumine style, and everyone thinks they're akin to a bird, hence why they're commonly known as the "Ruin Bird" (sorry for the spoilers).

I'm going to pick my absolute favorites:

The AU where the Reader came from a grim dark world. The one I'm most familiar with is the world of Little Nightmares. Like, imagine how scary that world is. The acolytes are horrified to hear of all that you'd experienced, once you trusted them enough to act more amicably and lower your guard down around them. So that's why you never flinched when Teyvat's monsters appeared before. Looking at Albedo's detailed sketch of the monsters that you've seen and killed as you described them in vivid detail, the hilichurls, slimes, rifthounds, and other abyss creatures look like cute pets.

The one where reader got leg injury, I-- 😭😭 They're definitely going to pamper you so hard. They will gather all the famous doctors in Teyvat in order to cure you or at the very least, make it better even if just a bit.

READER RESURRECTING THE DEAD. Resurrect Teppei and give him the divine gaze and favor he so desperately craved!!! Revive the Nameless Bard and let him see the flying birds and the clear blue sky!!! Travel the world with him as he sings with Venti while playing the lyre!! 😭😭😭 They both deserve it!!

THE HISTORY GEEK READER SJDKDNDN OMG!!! I can't add anything more to that because it's already perfect. I love it so much *chef's kiss* Good food.

The dinosaur au!!! Aaah, imagine Reader riding those herbivore dinosaurs with the long necks??? It's a very good time for them, but very inconvenient for their worshippers, because some of said dinos tried to eat them because they looked tasty.

The genius Reader one where they help modernize Teyvat. They praise Wangshu Inn for having the first elevator, and they proceed to introduce the escalator-. Reader introducing energy conversion: like anemo energy and hydro energy being converted to electro and electro being used to light up lamps instead of whatever they got going on like how do they even light the streets? Do they got candles inside or some sort of pyro stone??

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

theirs to share

a/n : jjk characters not mine. contains heavy lemons / mature scenes as the story progresses. reverse harem. femoc x nanami/geto/gojo. jjk alternate au. Wattpad Link : Theirs to Share || Story Masterlist : Jujutsu Kaisen

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ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

FIFTEEN

The second the door shut behind you, you were pacing like a woman possessed—back and forth, arms flailing, lips parting to scream and then clamping shut again. Mei Mei blinked slowly from the armchair as Shoko looked up from her drink and muttered, “Oh no. This looks like a thing.”

Before you could even start, Mei Mei calmly reached for her phone. “We’re calling Utahime.”

“Wait—what? Why? I haven’t even—”

“Nope,” Shoko said, already unlocking her phone too. “We’re not doing this without her.”

Utahime picked up within seconds. “What now—? Why do you all look like someone died?”

“I died!” you blurted, gesturing dramatically. “My brain died! My dignity died!”

“Sit down,” Mei Mei suggested, though she made no move to help.

“I can’t sit!” you shrieked, spinning mid-pace. “My legs won’t stay still! I’m too—confused. I’m too… turned on?! I don’t know! It’s all a mess!”

“Spill,” Utahime said flatly, now looking very invested.

“I kissed Suguru!”

Shoko raised her hand like a student. “Correction: he kissed you.”

“Okay yes—but he asked for a good luck charm and I thought he meant a bracelet or a hair tie, and next thing I know, I’m being claimed! Like—soul-leaving-my-body type of kiss! And I kissed him back! What does that say about me?!”

“That you liked it?” Mei Mei offered, sipping her tea way too calmly.

“I did! And he squeezed my ass!” you cried, spinning again. “And it gets worse. There might be something going on with Kento, too.”

Utahime leaned closer to the screen. “Define ‘something.’”

You started waving your hands. “He cooked me breakfast. Shirtless. Hair messy, low-hanging pants, biceps flexing while he was making tamagoyaki. You know—like, whisking the eggs, rolling it just right in the pan with chopsticks—like some domestic god. And I was there in an oversized sweater, basically seducing him without knowing it, and he was into it! But acting like he wasn’t!”

Shoko burst into laughter. “You wore that sweater, huh? The one that’s technically still a shirt if you tug it down every few minutes?”

“I didn’t mean to seduce him! But he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra when my chest accidentally bumped into his arm. He flinched! I saw the flinch! And the way he looked at me? He’s built like a dream and he looked like I was the dessert!”

Mei Mei arched a brow. “So basically, Kento’s got a new breakfast kink now.”

“I’m scared,” you said seriously, spinning again. “But also, I’m not. And then there’s Satoru.”

Utahime already had her face in her hands. “No.”

“Yes! We were working on the couch—curriculum stuff—and he kept staring at my legs like they were cursed. He fed me sweets. And I bit his thumb. Or sucked it.”

There was a collective gasp-scream-choke from all three women.

“I didn’t mean to!” you rushed on. “It just happened and then he just stared at me like—like I’d unleashed some ancient force in him! And I ran!”

“Why do I feel like Satoru’s already planning a wedding over that thumb-bite?” Shoko deadpanned.

“He probably made it his new wallpaper,” Mei Mei added with a wicked grin.

You were spiraling now. “So, to recap: I’ve got three emotionally fucked up men ready to offer their whole lives to me, and I’m confused because—?”

Shoko blinked at you. “Because you haven’t made a PowerPoint ranking them?”

“No! Because I want all three of them! Equally! And it feels so wrong. But it also feels so right. And they’re all hot! Their stares are weaponized, their hands are lethal, and I’ve seen enough to know their… sizes… are not a joke. I haven’t even seen Satoru’s but I know. You can just tell.”

Mei Mei leaned back lazily with a knowing smirk. “Honestly, darling, if you ever get curious what it’s like to have multiple men in your bed, I think you’re going to love it. Especially with those three? You’d never walk again.”

“MEI MEI!” Utahime shrieked, her video feed jolting as she nearly dropped her phone. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Shoko wheezed with laughter, propping her cheek on her palm. “Oh, she’s doomed. Completely. You’re going to have the time of your life, and I can’t wait to hear every chaotic detail.”

You groaned dramatically and collapsed face-first into the couch. “I’m going to die. You’re all going to kill me before they do.”

“Die happy, though,” Mei Mei said sweetly, winking. “That’s what matters.”

You were sprawled bonelessly across the couch, legs dangling off the side, eyes unfocused and dazed as your brain tried to reboot from everything that had happened—and everything the girls were now suggesting.

“I’m telling you,” Mei Mei said coolly, sipping from a delicate glass of wine like this was an afternoon brunch and not your romantic unraveling, “with those three? You're going to need stamina spells, barrier enchantments, and a very, very strong birth control charm. Don’t worry—I’ve got you covered.”

“Mei Mei!” Utahime screeched from the video call, flailing with both hands. “Why are you enabling this?! Why are you helping?!”

Shoko, already halfway through a cigarette and looking criminally amused, lazily flicked ash into a tray. “I’ve got stronger ones in my drawer, too. Not just birth control—anti-soreness wards. You’re going to need those when all three of them realize they’ve got the green light.”

You whimpered softly into a throw pillow.

“Don’t encourage this! She’s—she’s confused! This is insanity!” Utahime barked, now pacing in her video frame like you were the one threatening world peace. “This isn’t some fantasy novel! This is Geto, Gojo, and Nanami! She can’t—they can’t—!”

Mei Mei lifted an eyebrow. “And yet. Here we are.”

Shoko grinned like a cat. “Our girl might accidentally unlock a new form of sorcery through sheer overstimulation. Sorcerer Supreme of the Bedroom.”

“I hate both of you,” Utahime declared.

You lay there, blinking up at the ceiling, utterly and completely fried. Your entire face was flushed, your body hot from head to toe, and the swirl of thoughts—Nanami’s low-hanging pants, Suguru’s kiss, Satoru’s teasing fingers near your lips—was short-circuiting your dignity in real time.

“Guys…” you mumbled, your voice weak and stunned. “I can’t do this. I’m gonna explode.”

“You’ll survive,” Mei Mei said breezily. “Barely.”

“I don’t want to survive,” you groaned, covering your eyes with the pillow. “I want to ascend. Preferably by dying in Kento’s biceps. Or Suguru’s mouth. Or Satoru’s… whatever he decides to use, honestly.”

Shoko snorted, full-on cackling now. Utahime screamed into the void. And Mei Mei just winked with the ease of a war general watching her plan unfold.

You finally sat up, the overstimulation settling into a warm, aching buzz beneath your skin. Your hair was a mess, your sweater had slipped off one shoulder again, and your brain felt like it had been tenderized by everything that had happened—and everything that had almost happened.

Utahime, still the only sane person in the room (or call), cleared her throat. “Alright. Enough with the chaos,” she said, eyes steady and voice soft, “How do you really feel about them?”

You let out a long, slow breath, staring at the floor before answering. “I think about them a lot. All the time. Kento is steady and warm, the kind of presence that grounds you without trying. He makes me feel safe… and wanted. Then there's Satoru. He’s chaos, but comforting in his own way. He makes me feel seen, even when he's teasing. Like he’s watching everything and choosing to understand me anyway. And Suguru…” your voice dipped, “He’s this quiet intensity, someone who makes you want to be better just by being near him. He's thoughtful and tender and… God, he kissed me like I was the answer to a question he’d been asking his whole life.”

The room went quiet. Even Shoko stopped teasing for a moment. Mei Mei just hummed quietly to herself, eyes closed like she was listening to music.

Utahime finally asked, “So what do you plan to do? What if… they don’t want the same thing? What if one of them backs away—or all of them? What are you going to do with the fallout?”

You swallowed hard. The thought had haunted you from the moment Suguru 's lips touched yours.

Mei Mei spoke first, her voice unusually soft. “I don’t think you understand the way they look at you. Those three? They’d gladly take anything you’re willing to give. You think they’d risk hurting you if they weren’t in this for real?”

Shoko nodded, flicking ash into the tray. “They all want you. But they also respect each other too much to step on each other’s toes. They’d probably accept whatever choice you made, even if it’s not what they want—because that’s how much they value you.”

“And each other,” Mei Mei added. “That kind of bond doesn’t get destroyed over one woman. Not even you.” She smirked.

Utahime shook her head, voice quieter. “Pause. Everyone, stop.” Her gaze found yours again. “You’re in the middle of all this. If you’re honest with yourself—what are you going to do? If it falls apart? If they don’t want to share? If it breaks the friendship or hurts someone?”

You looked down, fingers knotting in the hem of your sweater. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “I really don’t. I keep asking myself that but I just… I can’t pick one over the others. I want them. Equally. Not just the sex—though, yeah, okay, that too—but emotionally. I want… them. All of them. And I don’t know if that’s selfish or stupid or impossible. But it’s the truth.”

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy—it was understanding.

“You’re not stupid,” Shoko said simply. “You’re just in deep.”

Mei Mei tilted her head, her smirk returning. “And who says you can’t love more than one person? Love doesn’t follow rules. Especially not for people like us.”

Utahime groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I need a drink. Or divine intervention. Maybe both.”

You let out a small, exhausted laugh, shoulders sagging from the weight of finally saying it out loud.

[vodkassassin]

Hey hun! Reminding you about that Moshang list like you asked!

Sorry this took so long, I ran out of energy and didn’t get any more until like, yesterday. Okay, so! Moshang fic recs!!

AN IDIOT’S GUIDE TO A HAPPY MARRIAGE by tagteamme. Chapters: 8/8, words:  156,680

Summary:  In order to pay off a debt that's not his, Shang Qinghua agrees to marry a man that's as cold and unyielding as he is stupidly rich.

Vod Notes: I’m not normally one for modern AU’s, but there’s just something about aspiring CEO MBJ and flat out broke SQH somehow wiggling his way into his heart that gets to me. The characterizations in this story are flawless, and the customary Moshang miscommunication/misunderstanding had me tearing out my hair at several points, yelling at these two dumbasses; and that’s how you know it’s a good one. 9/10 because I experienced lots of stress while reading this, which actually is a sign of a fantastic story, I’m just really weak and pathetic and immerse myself in reading way too much, so actually 11/10! Depends on how you look at it I suppose lol

a rose by any other name by sarahyyy. Chapters 1/1, words: 6,795

Summary: The one where Shang Qinghua suddenly becomes Prime Demon Marriage Material™ (bc of the LBH/SQQ marriage).

Vod Notes: somft. MBJ just loves SQH so very much, and SQH is pining ad dense as fuck. The perfect Moshang fic recipe. They are warm, soft, clueless idiots in this while still somehow being entirely competent, and we love to see that. SQH is a man made of contingency plans <3 I love it when authors do my son justice. 10/10

How to Panic Your Demon King by StarlightLion. Chapters: 1/1, words: 7,816

Summary: Mu Qingfang is starting to wonder if this is a requirement to be a demon lord. At least this one isn't kidnapping him.

Vod Notes: A delicious one shot about MBj worrying about the love of his life, who is a strong, dedicated, talented man who has an unfortunate training mishaps and then tries to cover it up bc he’s also dumb and doesn’t want to worry anyone. Stupid man. SQH we love you pls take care of yourself. You’re giving your husband grey hairs. A special treat toward the end with a MQF POV! My sexy doctor man is exasperated and done with everything. 10/10

it must follow, as the night the day by Tossawary. Chapters: 7/7, words: 26,342

Summary: Airplane Bro transmigrates into his own web-novel only to find out that the System messed up his world! Shang Qinghua is a demon in this world! All the characters supposed to be humans are demons in this world! And all the characters supposed to be demons are...?

Vod Notes: You simply cannot go wrong with Tossawary. They have the most scrumptious servings of Moshang in all the land. For this specific one, we’re gifted with a lovely Role Reversal AU! It’s got everything! Demon!SQH who is a absolute mess of a man? Serious cultivator MBJ who is stoic and cold but has the heart of a hero (or just a heart hardwired for SQH specifically)? Espionage? Feed it to me slowly like grapes. 11/10

You Will Never Step Lightly in the Dark by Janusoverlord. Chapters: 11/11, words 57,218

Summary: Shang Qinghua wakes up in the aftermath of Tianlang-Jun's rampage on Cang Qiong Mountain and has to navigate the delicate political situation he now finds himself in. Luo Binghe is building a harem with Shen Qingqiu as his first, and honestly most terrifying, husband. Yet, Luo Binghe seems to be turning his eyes to Shang Qinghua as a possibility as well. Excuse you? What is this? He didn't sign up for this!

Vod Notes: holy fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck this one blew my entire mind! Not only do we have SQH looking out for number one (which is himself, bless you my son) when shit turns strictly bad, but we have a absolutely, one of a kind, PHENOMENAL badass SQQ who is supporting his bro and fucking shit up left and right and everywhere for Airplane’s sake. God. This was like drinking fine wine. Breathtaking, spectacular. My life has been changed. MBJ spends most of this being a big, sulky, upset mess but don’t worry, cucumberplane fixes that up themselves. LBH get’s put in time out by both his husbands (because this is LBH/SQQ/LQG), because he fucks up in this majorly and SQQ isn’t fucking happy and doesn’t let him get away with it just because he gives him the puppy eyes and I AM LIVINGGGGGGGGG!! TLDR: simply superb badass cucumberplane, sad boy MBJ hours, and LQG gets stuck with babysit the naughty demon king duty. VERDICT: umm?! 7000/10

A Queen’s Trials (And How to Speedrun Them) by daddykeehl. Chapters: 1/8(as of 4/17/21), words: 25,000.

Summary: Shang Qinghua is now well on his way to the same happily-ever-after that every protagonist gets, but two things stand in his way. The Queen's Trials, and a council that just won't give up. Too bad for them, they really don't know who they're dealing with.

Vod Notes: Sorry I can’t hear any of your questions over the loud, shrill screams of my absolute LOVE for this story. it’s not finished, no, but it’s set up in arcs per chapter, so I’m fine with waiting for the next one to come along, and so will you if you read this. Because, lemme tell you. Fucking amazing. An SQH who knows everything about the North? He’s God, dammit, why wouldn’t he? Using that to his advantage? Not just to prolong his life, but to legally win the right to marry MBJ. God, this story is just absolutely breathtaking. I was speechless when I got to the end of chapter one. The sheer level of worldbuilding! Catch me with actual hearts in my eyes. The small DETAILS! The magnificently built OCs! The culture, the writing! The character interactions! SQH goes around accidentally winning the lifelong loyalty of every badass, OP demon in the Northern realm. I am still screeching. daddykeehl you’re my number one. fucking 200k/10 heart eyes emoji, heart eyes emoji (also, it’s part of a series! The story before this one, Quick, Easy Steps To Realizing You’re The Queen Consort, is also VERY good.)

[ditttiii]

Brothers Conflict || 01.

Thrust into an already established family, you struggle to find your footing while dodging the advances of seven, incredibly good looking stepbrothers.

Your father marrying, and you suddenly having to live under the same roof with seven step brothers was a royal mess or so you had thought, Because them falling in love with you was so much worse. Or was it?

◈ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humour, Smut and maybe a little angst. (PG-18) (step brother AU) (They are all adopted, I do NOT support incest, this work is inspired by the popular anime/manga Brothers Conflict)

◈ Pairings: OT7 x Reader (final pairing: will be decided by readers, could also be ot7) (reverse harem)

◈ CHAPTER ONE

WC: 2585

Warnings: Curse Words (sfw) 

Masterlist (all available chapter links are here)

Taglist

Your eyes take in the humongous structure in front of you, and you try your best to not look too awestruck. You aren't sure how well that works out, considering you can hear your best friend muffling her laugh beside you, but you don't bother to turn and check.

'Pretty sure this isn't the last time this is going to happen either.' You think, as you bite your lower lip and wipe your sweaty hands over the denim of your jeans.  

"Girl, you scored a jackpot." Sunmi teases, her angelic yet somehow demonic at the same time, giggle following close after. 

You, in response side eye her and choose not to reply. What would you even say? Depending on who answers, the reply would differ anyways. 

Though you still aren't sure what your answer would be.

Till a week ago you were just a 20-year-old university student, who while technically was said to be living with her father, at the end of the day virtually lived alone. 

Your father is a famous adventurer. You don't know what that term entails precisely, but too scared of the possible connotations that it might bring forth, you avoid letting your curiosity run too deep. 

You think some part of it involves climbing and hiking mountains though. 

Has to be.

"Are we seriously going to stand here like a bunch of creepy fangirls all day? Woman, that is your home now. Move it before I do it for you!" Sunmi grumbles before she locks her arm with yours and then proceeds to forcibly, drag you across the driveway.

"Wait! Sun stop! Ohmygod, Will you stop you crazy banshee?" 

Sunmi, in all her eccentric glory, does not. Instead, she turns, gives you a non-pulsed look and then continues to drag you over against your will, her silky,  long, black hair billowing behind her like a cape and hitting you in the face. 

Of course. 

You try to dig the heels of your converse into the pavement below, but it's smooth and cemented, and you almost trip and break your jaw, before you decide that it is simply not worth it and allow her to drag you against your will. 

"This is an insanely long driveway, for fucks' sake, why would anyone need such a long driveway anyway?" 

You let out a snort when you hear her say that and let your eyes take in the view as you reply, "It's a rich people thing, you peasant."

The answering elbow that digs deep into your ribs is totally worth it, you decide.  

The cool breeze feels heavenly, and you sigh as you feel it between your strands and over your heated scalp. The area that surrounds the large sprawling five-storey mansion in front of you is lined with trees. Tall hills coloured green by vegetation, with their tips shrouded between clouds, form the backdrop. 

There is also a fancy, intricate water fountain that you think is made of white marble? Or some sort of white stone maybe? In the middle of the driveway. 

‘Expensive,’ You decide and glance around.

The driveway itself spreads all across the front of the mansion, forking and getting divided into two separate pathways a little further away from the building. Between the divided paths is where the fountain is, it's base surrounded by a kaleidoscope of pretty, bright flowers.

At the call of a bird, your gaze snaps up, and you see as a couple of graceful, little, birds fly over and pass you by. Their chirping fills the quietness of the atmosphere, with a pleasant, dulcet ring. 

If nothing else, at least the place is beautiful. 

You stop when Sunmi rings the doorbell and scoot a few inches behind her. 

'I am not trying to hide, I'm just strategically camouflaging.' You think to yourself, but you know you're lying.

Sunmi apparently does too, as no sooner had you scooted back, that she yanks you ahead of her. You wince when you feel your muscles protest, and aim a glare at her. 

"I hope you realise that if you dislocate my shoulder, you will have to assist me until it heals back." 

Sunmi gives you a look before she quips back, "Why would I? I hope you realise that you now have seven ridiculously good looking brothers to take care of you instead." 

At your disgusted expression, she wiggles her eyebrows and of course because the world is never at your side you hear someone clear their throat behind you. 

A part of you dies inside when you realise that someone probably overheard what your stupid, loudmouth of a best friend had just said. 

Add a mental note to punch Sunmi at the earliest. 

You are snapped back out of your thoughts when you feel her pinch your stomach and you yelp as you twist back to face the door, only to stop dead in your tracks. 

There holding the door open and standing at the threshold looking like a Greek god, was Kim Seokjin, who if you remember your information right was the oldest brother. Now your stepbrother. 

He smiles when he sees your startled expression and bows. 

"Ah, yes we have been waiting for you Y/N. I am Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin-oppa if you'd prefer that." 

Startled, your face breaks out into colour when you hear that, and your voice comes out broken as you say, "O-op-Oppa?"

You don't know if he doesn't hear you or if he's just ignoring you, but the next second he's bowing and introducing himself to your best friend. Sunmi, of course, preens under the attention as she does the same and somewhere in the back of your mind, you snort at how much of an attention whore your best friend is. 

Once they are both done, he turns to you and his smile widens as he holds the door open, as if indicating for you to move in. Your eyes fall to his smile and thus to his lips, and all you can think about is how his lips are better than yours.

‘Why does he need such full lips anyway?’ You think jealous, and more than a little self conscious.

Sunmi, however, takes the hint and tugs on your hand again, stepping in first. 

You trail a few inches behind her taking in the interior of the house, only to jump when you feel someones’ hand at the back of your waist. 

You spin on your heels and pause as you realise that you are now an inch, away from Seokjins very wide, very built chest. The smooth, pale skin of his torso, glimpses back at you from in between the deep V-neck of his button-down shirt, and you feel a blush rising from deep above your own chest, as you realise the close proximity. 

The feel of his hand that is still, on your waist doesn't help either. 

However, before you can ponder on too much, over the utter perfection that are your eldest step brothers shoulders, and then promptly be horrified at that following train of thought, you are walking again. 

Sunmi apparently had not caught onto your little pause, as she continues to tug you across the room.  

Stumbling, you try not to trip face-first onto the floor. Your eyes widen, and your face burns when you feel the hand that was till now placed lightly over your waist, grip your side, before twisting you forward and then moving away. 

A second later, your brother lightly brushes your shoulder with his as he moves forward and directs you and Sunmi to where everyone else is apparently waiting for you. 

You blink as you try to wrap your head around what had just transpired.

You think he was just trying to help you but is gripping your stepsister's waist seconds after meeting her for the first time an acceptable form of action?  

Out of your depth, and baffled at his actions, you just follow along behind Sunmi, as you try to get your thoughts straight and your raging blush under control. 

Deep breaths Y/N, in and out, there we go.  

Once your cheeks no longer feel like they are trying to light themselves on fire, you raise your head and glance around. 

The interior was just as grand as you had expected it to be. The walls tall and glassed, let in the sunshine from outside and created a bright, warm ambience. There were potted plants, placed around every few steps, and you wonder if they are real or fake. There's an undertone fragrance of jasmine in the air that makes you think that maybe the plants are real. 

The ceiling is high and most of the interior white, or metallic. Lights hung from the ceiling in designer, metal frames and there were white leather couches spread around along with a few showpieces. 

The uniformity of the interior is only interrupted by the vast array of paintings around you.  There were paintings scattered all across the walls, some hung higher than the others,. You try to see if there is a pattern or not as you pass a few by and look closer, but quickly give up when you realise they are pieces of modern art.

Yep, too dumb for that. 

You let that train of thought go as you force yourself to stop suddenly to avoid smashing headfirst into your best friends back. Looking ahead, you realise that you are now standing in front of an elevator. You clench your jaw to prevent it from unhinging to the ground and instead glance at Sunmi, to see if she is as gobsmacked as you are.

Your best friend, apparently somewhere on the way had taken her cellphone out and was now aggressively hitting the screen as she tries to text back with one hand, the other one still firmly locked with yours. 

Apparently not then. 

Your jaw still clenched, you look up to see the capsule-like glass-walled lift come down to your floor. It stops with a soft 'ding', and you follow behind Seokjin, for once tugging Sunmi instead of the other way around.

It's when you are inside the lift ascending to some floor above, that you realise your predicament. Sandwiched between Seokjin on one side and Sunmi on the other, you try not to fidget as you feel your stepbrothers shoulder brush with yours, as he leans back against the wall beside you. The lift is spacious, and you don’t understand why you all are standing so close, but you don’t say anything or move.

Trying your best to not seem rude, you just bite your lips and look down at your feet, rocking back on your heels, as you tug the lace of one of your converse with the other. 

The ride up is quiet with only the low, generic elevator music ringing in the background. 

'This is awkward, should I say something? I should probably say something.' 

That's when you realise that you hadn't introduced yourself, nor said a single coherent word since Seokjin had opened the door for you. 

The thought sends you tumbling down another self-induced shame spiral. 

As if that wasn't bad enough, you think back to just what, he had heard when he had opened the door, and you decide maybe not saying anything would be a wiser course of action. Least you open your mouth and embarrass yourself further. 

Realising the potential harm of using your vocal cords, you stay quiet and instead take the time to really look at your eldest stepbrother. Or is it just brother now?

Would it be rude if I referred to them as my stepbrothers? Is the thought that your mind brings forward and you bite your lip as you think of how you should proceed ahead. 

As you look at your brother from the corner of your eyes, your breath hitches when you realise just how good looking he is. The picture that your father had shown you clearly did not do him justice. 

His luscious, black hair, is gelled back to keep it off his forehead and his ridiculously thick eyelashes are long and slightly curled at the end, framing his almond-like eyes.

As your gaze trails down his side profile, you gulp when you realise that while he looks like a classic movie-star with his thick, high arched eyebrows, you probably look like a haggard, homeless woman in contrast.

The thought doesn't quite sit well with you, and you let out a quiet huff in annoyance. 

Apparently, you huff wasn't as quiet though because not a second later, you feel Seokjin nudge your side and your gaze snaps up to look at him—his brows raised and a look of concern plastered over his face. 

Your lips part, as you think to reply but when no words come out, you snap them shut, pulling on a tight smile instead and just shake your head to assure him that you are fine. 

The unconvinced, concerned look on his face stays, but thankfully he doesn't pry and leaves you to your own devices, with a soft reassuring, squeeze to your hand. 

You, however, because are socially awkward and love to embarrass yourself, proceed to let out a yelp as you flinch away from his touch and crash into Sunmi's side.

"Jesus ouch! Y/N are you okay? Did you see a spider or something?" Sunmi asks concerned, as she slips her phone back into her pocket and pulls you to her side, wrapping an arm around your waist. Beyond mortified, you just shake your head and curl yourself around her body, seeking the familiar warmth and comfort of your best friend. 

You don’t turn to look what the expression on Seokjins’ face is.

'This day couldn't get any worse.' You think now utterly embarrassed and push your head into the side of Sunmi's neck, and hope that the world crashes so that you don't have to look into your stepbrother's eyes again.

'He probably thinks you're a psycho.' Your brain adds, and you internally groan and snuggle into your best friend more, the increasingly familiar blush overtaking your face again. 

Earlier, you think you might have jinxed yourself. Because no sooner, had the doors of the lift opened, and you had stepped out, that you tripped and fell face-first onto the floor. 

Smooth.

Thankfully the floor was covered with a soft plush carpet, and soon your best friend was by your side, her concerned voice ringing in your ears, which was then followed by Seokjins’ as his crouched figure comes into your peripheral vision. 

You would be more embarrassed, but you are pretty sure he already thinks you are deranged, so you just take this one in stride and raise your face to look up and reassure them both that you are alright. 

However, the scene that greets your eyes is a little different. 

Standing there in front of your fallen form, faces ranging from curious to concerned are six more men. 

Six more men that you realise, are the rest of your stepbrothers.

The realisation hits you like a bucket full of ice water being poured down your back, and you hold back a frustrated scream, as the absolute ridiculousness of the day catches up with you. 

But instead of shrieking, you just groan and let your raised face fall back onto the carpet.

Carpet fur in your mouth and mushed against your face, you realise that no, your day could and just did get a lot worse. 

A/N: ETMY is still my priority, but I write wayy too much angst so here’s a light hearted, fluffy, crack fic to balance my masterlist. Lemme know your thoughts, and remember the final pairing will be decided by you, there won’t be any vote but I’ll keep a track of who is being favoured. OT7 can also be the future pairing, if you guys so choose.

Thanks for reading and have a pleasant day ahead!

[tothemeadow]

Serendipity [Chapter 1]

When the kingdom of Ainamoryp falls, a motley crew of unlikely allies must come together to save the country. 

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of blood

words: 3.8k

(a/n): All characters range from 19-20. Reader insert, reverse harem.

Dinton Keep, Ainamoryp, May 3rd, 492, 00:43

“The king! The king is dead!”

As soon as the declaration is shouted, there’s a growl of pain, then the unceremonious thump as a body hits the ground.

All around, flames lick at the stone walls, set the sky ablaze. The inky hue of the night is abruptly ruined by a brilliant orange, the smell of burning wood and bodies drifting along with the night’s breeze. The clamoring of swords crashing against each other rings throughout the air, seemingly traveling for miles. Horrified screams and blood-thirsty growls make for a gruesome, twisted melody, one that imprints itself on the brain and promises itself its unholy stay.

Heavy pants, cloudy eyes, a desire for murder.

This is what keeps Prince Shouto pressing forward.

Flanked by two guards, the three scramble through the narrow halls – the hidden passageways hidden behind the castle walls. A mere torch is their only source of light, a pitiful flame compared to the hellstorm raging through the city’s streets. Their movements are rushed, silent; there’s no time to be discussing the finer details of the invasion when the only thing playing on their minds it escaping. Gods be damned if more royal blood be spilt on the stone, seeping through and leaving a burgundy scar.

Despite the silence cloaking them, Shouto grits his teeth, the urge to turn back and fight ever present and growing. That’s his kingdom who’s suffering, hundreds of innocent people dying, suffering. And for what? Power? Wealth? If it were up to him, he’d go back and slaughter those intruding the lands, planting their flags and proclaiming their victory.

This isn’t how things were supposed to go.

“Please, my prince, we must keep moving,” the guard in front throws over his shoulder, as if sensing Shouto’s inner turmoil. “We have to get you away immediately.”

Funny how this works, how simple guards think they can control their prince, a member of the royal family. He could easily rip them a new one, put them in their place and insist they stand their ground, but he knows they’re right. There are too many enemies, even by Shouto’s standards. Even if he stayed around and fought, there isn’t a doubt in his mind that he would be slain right there on the spot.

Up ahead, a rickety wooden door comes into view, a heavy bolt holding it shut. The metal creaks as the frontmost guard slides it loose and opens the door. Heavy smoke hangs in the air, slowly spreading towards the surrounding woods and farmlands. Shouto’s heart clenches at the sight, at the putrid odor of death, the sounds of petrified screams. Closing his eyes, he tries to calm his rapidly beating heart, the anger boiling in his blood twinging the outlines of his vision red.

He’s a complete and utter fool for abandoning those who need him most.

Still, he allows the guards to lead him to an awaiting horse, a brilliant beast the color of ivory. Swinging up and onto the saddle with graceful ease, his cloak flutters behind him.

“Go! Now!” the guard with the torch bellows, eyes latching onto a group of enemy soldiers scaling a wall. “Get out of here!”

“You’ll be killed, dammit!” Shouto proclaims, his anger finally boiling over. “I refuse to have anybody else shed their blood!”

“You’re the prince, your highness,” the guard shoots back, both he and the other one drawing their swords. “There’s a watchpoint south of here, hidden away in the woods. Get there, seek for help. The soldiers there will lead you to safety.”

“Bastards, the lot of them,” Shouto hisses, “I can stay and fight.”

“No! You must go!” Before Shouto is given a chance to say anything in return, the guard strikes the horses rear. Letting out a shrill whinny, the horse rears up, landing back down heavily and taking off at a breakneck speed.

Cursing under his breath, Shouto watches over his shoulder as the two guards confront the enemy soldiers. They soon disappear from sight, leaving only the smoldering haze and raging fires encompassing the silhouette of Shouto’s childhood home. As the castle and surrounding city grow smaller and smaller with each impounding trollop of the horse, he can’t tear his eyes away, even long after it disappears from the horizon.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Levalon, Ainamoryp, May 3rd, 492, 10:14

Easy does it now, easy does it… Don’t get too close… And… Gotcha!

Snatching his hand away, Zenitsu quickly stashes the pigskin coin purse underneath his cloak. Heh, suckers, the lot of them. Most of them couldn’t tell the difference between their right hand and a horse’s ass, much less when someone steals their coinage. Briskly turning on his heel, he walks away, whistling casually.

It’s so easy.

On the market streets of the town, a large sea of people roam from stall to stall, buying smoked meats, freshly baked breads, the farmers’ latest pickings. It’s a jolly scene, the constant chatter of patrons and high-pitched yelps of young boys trying to direct potential customers to their father’s stalls. Zenitsu grew up on these streets, raised right alongside other peasant boys with no home or family to call their own. Perhaps it’s a sad story, one meant for lonely nights and listening ears, but it’s Zenitsu’s lineage. It’s what made him into what he is today, a thief with deft fingers and a pair of legs that could challenge a horse in a race.

An easy smile comes to his face. He’s long since grown used to the smell of piss and sweat clinging to the cobbled street, the hollow-eyed children staring long after the people carrying baskets and sacks of food. Everything is so horribly imperfect, but this is home. Hell, although he’s making his living in a dishonest way, it’s enough to keep a roof over his head and food in his tummy. And maybe, if he saves up enough coin, roll around in a bed of hay with a large breasted whore.

Sidestepping the crowd, he makes way towards the local tavern (Ye Olde Wife, can you believe that?), breakfast and busty barmaids on the mind. If possible, the patrons inside the tavern are nearly as loud as the ones outside. Kicking the door shut, Zenitsu heads for his usual spot at the bar, sliding onto the wobbly stool and shucking his hood down. Ale and body odor permeate his nose, the smell foul yet welcoming. Nothing is more greeting than sweaty men and alcohol.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” the owner’s crackly voice says.  A stout old man with wild hair and a bushy mustache, he’s about as rough as they come, but to Zenitsu, he’s probably the closest thing to family that he’s ever had.

“Oh, come on, Gramps,” Zenitsu says, tapping the bar top with his fingertips. “You love seeing me, eh? I bring you plenty of service-“

“You flirt with the girls in here more than you order anything,” Gramps spits. Even so, he starts to step away, already heading to the kitchen to fetch Zenitsu something to eat. “Ungrateful bastard – it’s a wonder you’re not a father yet.”

“Yet!” Zenitsu calls after him. “Don’t jinx me, Gramps!” Easing back, he turns around, resting his elbows on top of the bar. Now that he’s closer to the kitchens, the smell of succulent meat turning on a spit makes his mouth water and his stomach growl. Gods, he is hungry. While he could easily steal something from the stalls lining the market street, he normally comes to Gramps’ tavern for a proper meal. And yeah, maybe he ogles the barmaids while he’s at it, but it’s merely a dinner and a show for him.

“Oh, shit,” some random man sitting at a nearby table says. “You mean you haven’t heard about the capital?” Along with him sits another man – they’re most likely miners, if their builds and dirty fingernails say anything. Knocking back his cup, the other merely shakes his head. “Them bastards from the north – Nialliv – they stormed it. Took Dinton Keep as their own.”

Now, it’s usually polite to not listen in on others’ conversations, but this is Zenitsu here. For as long as he can remember, his sense of hearing is astronomically better than the average human’s, and it’s actually quite a useful tool when it comes to his particular jobs. But this… The capital city being taken over? How come he hasn’t heard anything before?

“You’re telling me that Dinton Keep isn’t ours? Watch the shite spilling from your mouth,” the other man grumbles.

“Aye, it’s true. Took in the wee hours of this morning, I tell you. Apparently, the king is dead.”

At that, Zenitsu stiffens. The king? Dead?

“Fuck,” the companion curses. “And they haven’t said anything yet?”

The first one shakes his meaty head. “Only a few know, I guess. The messengers probably all got their throats slit. Gods bless their souls. It’d be a miracle if we’re all not dead by the end of the month.”

“How many are dead?”

“Hundreds, I take it. Mostly guards and members of the royal court, probably. No point in killing civilians if you don’t want to clean up the mess.”

“And the prince?”

“Disappeared. Haven’t heard if they found his body or not.”

“Oi,” Gramps barks, slamming a plate down on the bar before Zenitsu.

With a jolt, Zenitsu yelps. Whipping back around, he flashes Gramps with wide eyes. “Gramps,” he whisper-yells, “is it true?”

Cocking a bushy brow, Gramps leans forward, arms crossed over his chest. “Is what true?”

“That the king is dead,” Zenitsu says, slowly. He can hardly believe the words are coming out of his own mouth.

Pointing a thick finger at him, Gramps flashes him a warning look. “It’s not your damn business spreading the news around. People are gonna be in a panic when it goes public.”

Zenitsu pales. “No way…”

“I had a carrier pigeon come in this morning,” Gramps continues, voice tight. “Unless they kick them bastards out of Dinton Keep, Ainamoryp can kiss its ass goodbye.”

Glancing down at the steaming meat and eggs in front of him, Zenitsu’s body immediately says that his appetite is gone.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Roman Sea, off the coast of Ainamoryp, May 3rd, 492, 12:39

“Captain! Land clear up ahead!”

“Well, what the fuck you waiting for? This ship isn’t going to dock itself!” you screech.

The sky above is a limitless blue, not a hint of a cloud in the sky. The sun itself seems in a good mood, as does the waters. Your ship heads towards your homeland gracefully, the waves slapping against the sides in a hello, welcome back. As much as you love sailing and exploring new lands, home forever beckons for you, calls you back with welcoming arms. There’s nothing as relieving as setting foot on familiar land.

Although you’re young, you’re powerful. Already a captain of your own crew, the proud owner of The Pearl Lady, you’re meant to go places and the gods are surely smiling down at you. Granted, the overexposure of sun and salt water may have left your skin permanently freckled and mind scrambled, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re a force to be trifled with, and all be damned if they dare challenge you.

Hands settled on the wooden railing, you watch as the rest of your crew scrambles to prepare for docking, lowering the sails and readying the anchor. The coast of Ainanomyrp glimmers under the afternoon sun, truly a sight to behold, but something feels… off. Normally, other boats come to and from the mouth of inland, the capital city of Endeavor being a major port. However, there’s not another boat on the water, not even the small dingeys for fishing.

Your ship glides in smoothly, coming to a gradual stop by an open dock. Your crew pushes the anchor overboard, the salty water giving a final splash as your boat jolts to a stop. Hell, even the docks are unnaturally silent, not even a single ship hand or merchant in sight. All other vessels are docked, their decks bare of any people. Your crew shifts uneasily, clearly noticing the strange lack of other human beings.

“Uh, Captain?” the quartermaster asks you, hand instinctively landing on the butt of his pistol as he glances around, “Should we lift anchor and sail to another port?”

“Like hell we are,” you grunt, narrowing your eyes. Something’s coming. You can feel it.

Stepping away from the railing, you saunter down to the main deck, heading to the side where your crew set the bridge down. The clunk of wood striking wood echoes into the air; instead of it being a relieving sound – a sign that you’re truly home – it’s ominous. It’s only a matter of time before disaster hits.

“Keep your eyes peeled,” you tell your crew, “Something isn’t right.”

“Halt!” an unknown voice calls. Straining your neck forward, you catch sight of a small patrol of guards in dark gray armor clamber down the cobblestone steps leading from the streets to docks. While it’s somewhat of a relief to see actual human beings, you’re immediately on edge, body stiffening. Those are not the given uniforms of Ainamorypan soldiers.

“Fuck,” you grumble, biting the inside of your cheek.

Metal clanking against wooden boards fills the tense atmosphere as the patrol comes up to your ship. The group stands ramrod-straight, faces stoic, eyes sharp. The leader steps forward, neck craning as he looks up at you. “Who goes there?” he barks.

Clicking your tongue, you lean over the side of the ship, elbows resting on the weathered wood. “A bunch of merchants returning home. Everybody’s got to make a living somehow, eh? Now, if you’d kindly fuck off, I’d like to step on some actual dirt for once.”

The guard sneers, expression turning ugly as he flashes yellow teeth. “All incoming and outgoing ships are to be registered. And, as far as I’m concerned, your shitty dingey isn’t on the list.” With a metallic snap of his fingers, one of his followers hands him a clipboard and a hunk of charcoal. “Ship name, captain’s name, date of arrival and planned dismissal.”

At that, you bark out an incredulous laugh. “Are you fucking kidding me? When was this instilled?”

“Just this morning, actually,” the guard snips. “Since I’m feeling merciful, I’ll let you off with a warning just this once. Follow these orders or we’ll have no other option than to imprison you.”

Prison? Seriously? Just who did this dickhead think he’s talking to?

Scoffing, you draw yourself to a full stand, placing your hands on your hips. You could easily pull out your pistol and try to shoot one of the damned guards, but lead balls aren’t going to do much against a full suit of armor. “And I’m pretty sure I told you to fuck off.”

The same guard who gave the leader the clipboard and charcoal steps close and leans in, whispering something into the leader’s ear. The leader spares you a single glance, his eyebrow cocking in interest. With a wave of his hand, the rest of the patrol storm the ship, drawing their blades. Your crew readies their own blades and brandishes their pistols, murmuring unsure words.

“Captain (l/n) of The Pearl Lady,” the lead guard says, scribbling it onto his parchment. “Such a pleasure to meet a wanted criminal.”

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Dinton Keep’s dungeons, Ainamoryp, 492, May 3rd, 13:00

“Oi, oi! Keep your grubby hands off of me!” you bark, shoving yourself against the guards holding you by the biceps.

“Shut your damn trap, you filthy pirate,” the guard on your right seethes, his putrid breath clogging your nostrils. “Thinking you can just waltz right into Endeavor? What are you, an idiot?”

“Far as I was concerned, Endeavor used to be leagues more friendly than this horse shit.”

“I told you to shut up,” the guard barks. Lifting a hand, he cracks up alongside the back of your skull, leaving a thrumming ache. The other guard merely stays silent as he shoves you into the other’s arms, fishing a set of keys from his side and opening the door to a cell. “Fucking rot for all I care,” the guard spits, pushing you into the dingy space.

You sputter as you crash onto the jagged rock, your palms scraping against the surface. You hiss in pain as the guards slam the gate shut and lock it. The one who mocked you takes off with a bark of laughter as the other simply follows behind. “Bloody bastards,” you grunt as they disappear from sight. “I oughta wring their necks and hang them from the bow.”

“Are you alright?” a new voice speaks.

With a screech, you fling yourself to the side, your hip screaming in pain as a sharp rock digs into the flesh. You instinctively reach for your sword, only to be left blubbering curse after curse after remembering that the guards confiscated all of your weapons. Perched on the windowsill sits a boy no older than you, head topped with messy green curls and a face adorned with a sea of freckles.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” the stranger proclaims, waving his hands frantically before him. Hopping down from the wall, he holds his hands in front of him, much like he’s encountering a vicious wild beast. Which isn’t totally wrong, but still.

“Bullshit you didn’t! I’ll kick your ass, mate!” Scrambling onto your feet, your press your back against the cold stone wall, bloody hand clutching your bruised hip.

“I swear it! It’s just… Well…. Look, your hands are bleeding,” the stranger says, turning his hands so his palms are facing upwards. “Let me treat them.”

Your face curls into a snarl. “And why would I do that?”

“I’m a healer,” he continues, stepping forward and snatching your wrist. You yelp at the sudden contact and try to rip your hand away, but his grip is strong. Now that he’s up close and personal, you can’t deny the fact that he’s tall and muscular, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up and exposing the veins and scars riddling his forearms.  

Holding your wrist with one hand, the other hovers above your scraped, bloody palm. A golden light emits from his hand, casting a warm glow over your own. Ah, so this guy is a magic wielder. While it isn’t uncommon for people to practice magic, you yourself have never taken an interest in it. Magic can be a finnicky force to deal with, and one who cannot rein in its power may be subjected to a world full of hurt.

With a sigh, you keep your emotions under control and allow this stranger to continue his treatment. For one, this guy is healing you for free, and secondly, he appears as though he can easily throw you through the stone wall with little effort.

“There,” he says once he’s finished, gingerly retracting his hands and flashing you a tiny smile. “It’s all better now, see?”

Staring down at your hands, you flex them into fists, noticing how whatever tension that was in them had disappeared along with the scrapes. Magic can truly be a wonderous thing, but in the wrong hands… Well, things don’t turn out as pretty.

“I don’t get it,” you say, sidestepping the stranger and planting yourself on the pile of dirty hay strewn about the floor, “why is a healer in a dungeon, of all places?”

At your question, the stranger visibly perks up. He follows your movements, getting onto the floor and sitting across from you. “I guess a proper introduction is needed, huh?” he says, scratching his cheek in embarrassment. “My name is Izuku. Izuku Midoriya. It’s a pleasure!”

“I didn’t ask for your name,” you snap. “I asked you why you’re here, not who you are.”

At that, Izuku huffs and physically deflates. “You remind me a lot of Kacchan…”

“By the gods, do you know how to answer a simple question? You know what, don’t even answer that-“

“The king is dead,” Izuku says, cutting you off. His large eyes don’t hold their friendly glow anymore, but rather one of determination and anger. “He was killed last night.”

You blink rapidly at him, your mind throwing itself in for a loop. Wait, wait, the king is dead? How is that even possible? The king isn’t a weakling, and you’ve heard stories of him being a powerful fire sorcerer. But now that you think about it, it would explain the change in guards, the lack of people filling the once busy docks and streets…

You inhale sharply. “How?” you ask, voice small.

“Forces from Nialliv intruded the country last night and took Dinton Keep by force. People were…” Izuku stops, wets his lips. “People are gone,” he finally forces out. “The king is dead, the prince is nowhere to be seen, and all of Ainamoryp is going to lose hope.” Wringing his hands, his gaze drops. “I was here when the intrusion happened. I was fighting off enemy soldiers with all my might, but I couldn’t save the city. People are dead because I didn’t work hard enough.”

“And then you were captured,” you say. “But why not killed?”

“They found out I was a healer – well, I specialize in herbology, but the point still stands. They had men and women on their side who needed medical attention, and I was simply another pair of hands to them,” Izuku answers dryly. “They threw me in here once everybody was treated.”

“Then why’d you help them? They’re the enemy, you fool. You wanna know what I would’ve done? Slit every single last one of their throats.” Shaking your head, you lean back against the wall and laugh, but there’s no humor to it. “When you have the opportunity to fuck your opponent over, you take it.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Izuku snaps, clenching his fists in his lap. “I can’t stand seeing others hurt. I’m a healer, for gods’ sakes. Not everyone is some filthy, selfish pirate like you.”

Snapping your attention back to him, you send him a steely glare.

“Wait, wait,” Izuku hastily says, reaching up and smacking himself on the forehead, “I didn’t mean that-“

“You said what you said,” you interject. “And you know what? You’re right. I’m so fucking filthy and selfish that I’m the captain of The Pearl Lady. I bathe in blood and gold, you pathetic little twat. And I like it. So, do us both a favor, shut your damn trap, and leave me the hell alone.”

Izuku audibly gulps, his hands falling limp in his lap. You almost want to laugh at him; whenever somebody hears of your infamous title, their reactions are all the same. Despite the stigma towards pirates, you’re still pretty damn powerful, and your crew voted you as captain for a reason. Turning away from Izuku, you settle onto your side, willing for either sleep to take over or for Izuku to magically disappear.

Your quartermaster was right – you should’ve lifted anchor and docked somewhere else.

Anywhere else.

[ddarker-dreams]

dropping by to tell u that ur my favoritest yan fic writer out there and your yan genshin updates give me life MUAH

thank you so much nonnie!!!! 😘😘😘 i appreciate you!!! i’ve absolutely loved writing for genshin, so i’m glad that the community is thriving with so much content aaaa ❤️ warms my heart...

anon 2 asked: I’m not sure if this has been asked before or not, but have you read/watched Togashi’s other work Yu Yu Hakusho? If you haven’t, I think you’d definitely like Kurama.

i have heard of it but i haven’t watched it before! i looked up the design for kurama and wow... he is a very pretty boy. he has these mysterious vibes that makes me think i would like him. if i ever get around to watching it i’ll keep an eye out for this boy 👀

anon 3 asked: If you don't mind me asking, what other games do you play besides genshin?

my cycle of playing games is kind of messed up by genshin right now since that’s the main game i play whenever i get hit with Gamer Urge. however, the games ive enjoyed the most recently other than that would be divinity original sin 2, darkest dungeon, pokémon, animal crossing, and fire emblem!

anon 4 said: it's nice to see a fellow hu tao simp! i was so excited to see you make a yandere hu tao x reader,, i rarely see any x reader content of her so i just silently suffer most of the time 💔 ty for feeding us hu tao simps good food op i will be reading that story religiously everyday 🛐

we need more hu tao in this world, i fully agree. every time i see her i just can’t help but smoke... i think it’s the super cute hair. long pigtails 🥺 ANYWAYS you have god tier taste anon. i trust anyone that loves hu tao.

anon 5 said: i am going to kiss u on the forehead as gently as i can,,, that hu tao fic was absolutely delicious❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

THANK YOU NONNIE!!! i was worried at first over how much macabre hu tao typical dialogue to incorporate into a fanfic, but i ended up content with the balance. she can be soft when she wants to, after all. i’m happy that you enjoyed it!

anon 6 said: You posted the harem HCs right after I finished work and it was such a treat to read. I love them. I know you obviously didn't write them for me in mind but thank you for brightening up my day!

PHEW what good timing!! i end up working on my writing on and off throughout the day and finishing it around the time people (in american) time zones would be getting home. i’m glad that you were able to enjoy the headcanons after a day of work!!

anon 7 said: I loved the Liyue reverse harem, how can you be such a good write???Xiao being a puppy is actually cute and I love this concept

i was looking forward to including vigilant xiao watching over his crush the most 😭 it’s just an adorable sight to picture. he’s such an intimidating figure, it can’t help but melt your heart that he’s there to ensure you’re always safe. the main trick is writing the most self indulgent stuff, anon. that is what produces the best you have to offer because you’re having such a good time writing it.

anon 8 said: akfhdsh Lock why was that Zhongli fic so hot🔥?? Ahh I haven't been able to get it out of my head ALL day & 5000 words? You are superb 😍 I can't help but feel so sorry for poor darling. Having to do that with him on the very first night, man didn't even give her a break/a chance to settle down. Either way I'd love for you to throw some concepts here & there if you can 👉👈 or share your afterthoughts ^_^  the universe in this one felt especially great! I wish you the best of luck, take care <3

it’s all because of the random zhongli dream anon 😭 i couldn’t get him out of my mind until i wrote a loooong fic for him. the idea of his darling being with him since the archon war days is my favorite! i’ve always had a soft spot for it, ever since i was trying to figure out what a yandere zhongli might look like back in november. it’s just... genuinely horrifying to imagine being stuck with that for thousands of years. especially when people view rex lapis so highly in liyue, darling feels even more alone on her festering feelings. there’s no relief to be had.

i think i’ll do a big ol headcanon post because the world for yan zhongli and his god darling is so big, i’ve given it a Lot of thought. but the main gist of it is how darling deals with the inaccurate portrayal of their history together. and of course, she interacts with others, since zhongli has the reassurance from the contract that she won’t try to escape. so there’s a lot of angst there. 😭

anon 9 asked: Hey! any plans for more Hu tao content in the future? your last story was just really gooood, she's such an interesting character! I've also been hooked to Rosaria and I'm wondering if you plan to write for her aswell... hopefully no one asked this already lol

i’d love to write more for hu tao!! she is a character that i adore a lot. currently, i don’t have any ideas for her that would get me going, but once i see one or get hit with inspiration she’ll make a reappearance. i do have a few hu tao requests so hopefully those will help inspire me. AND ROSARIA... 🥺 WHAT A WOMAN. i want to learn more about her!! i’ll write for her when her stories and voice lines are all out, that way the characterization is more accurate. she captured my heart with that distant attitude and those listless eyes 🥰🥰

anon 10 said: hi hi!! i just wanted to say i discovered genshin impact bcs of you! i saw your yandere genshin posts back in november, i didn't know anything abt genshin or their world but i read it and just googled their names to know their appearances lmfao and until then i just fell into a rabbit hole of genshin. i eventually grew tired of not knowing anything abt genshin and its lore so i craved around early january and downloaded the game despite me not rlly being a gamer™ and now i'm here at ar 51, a hu tao main and no, i haven't touched grass since downloading the game 😭

ah yes, welcome anon, to what could be considered heaven or help depending. if you were able to get hu tao then i’d say you’re in the latter camp (aside from having to grind for her ascension materials, that is pure suffering). it’s a fun game to get into during this quarantine/spotty lockdown time, so i hope you’ll enjoy your time with it! i’m glad that mihoyo releases content often enough to keep us well fed.

anon 11 asked: Lock dearest, have you ever watched Jujutsu Kaisen?

i like that super cute girl with short finger hair!! i’m planning on watching the show when it’s completed, which i think is soon? ill binge watch it. i’ve recognized a lot of my favorite voice actors from the clips i’ve seen posted, so i’m excited to give it a shot.

anon 12 asked: You watch Demon Slayer? It's really great 🤯

i’ve seen clips of the amazing animation before! it’s currently on my list of shows to watch. 👀👀