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pocketjoong · 9 months

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❥𓂃𓏧WHAT IS A SOULMATE?

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You and Seonghwa go on a trip across Europe and you use this as an excuse to make a little birthday video for him. But on the day of his birthday, Seonghwa feels nothing but grief as he watches the video you made for him.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!Seonghwa x fem!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. angst. meet-cute. nsfw.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) NSFW! MINORS DNI. oral. fingering. unprotected sex (it’s a big no guys, please use protection and stay safe). pet names (mc is called dove). mentions of food. allusions to and mentions of a serious accident. angst. fluff.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 4.3k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) @pyeonghongrie-main :) Here's the promised reupload hehehe

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London

Outside the confines of your hotel room, silence blankets the city much like the fog that hangs overhead. The first light of dawn is yet to break through the ink-black sky as the metropolis cradles its inhabitants in the silence of the night. This part of the city is still asleep, each soul embraced by the arms of Morpheus, awaiting daybreak to rouse them from their slumber.

Your gaze fixates on the horizon from between the sheer curtains. A pang of anticipation stirs within you, for out of all the alluring sights of nature, sunrise has always been your favourite. After all, regardless of wherever you are in the world, the sunrise is the only constant in the transient nature of life.

Today, however, as the dark black of the night fades to inky blue and splashes of pinks and purples bloom in the east, the only sight you focus on are his eyes. Seonghwa’s eyes are brighter than any galaxy and softer than the cherry blossoms that have begun blossoming on the tree just beyond the terrace. In that moment, you are happy to forego the sight of the beautiful sunrise to watch the coffee and hazel in his eyes melt to form the most gorgeous shade of brown you’ve ever seen.

It won’t be an exaggeration to say that sometimes, you feel like all of your life—each second, each breath, and each step—amounts to Seonghwa. Every decision you have ever made has been a stepping stone in your journey to meet him that one day six years ago when he was only a trainee.

Close to dawn, you had been wandering through the streets of Seoul to find a spark of inspiration for your first-ever project as a photography major. You knew you wanted to play with the idea of light and dark meeting together to form the most beautiful of sights, and what was a better time to do so than twilight?

So there you were, braving the winter chill for a decent grade while your friends were sleeping soundly, snuggled up in their warm beds.

But it seemed that fate had other plans for you that morning. You took a sip of the coffee you’d bought from the only cafe open at this ungodly hour, forgetting for a moment that it was piping hot. With a wince, you glared at the beige paper cup as if the liquid energy had personally done something to spite you.

A snicker caught your attention, and you turned around to narrow your eyes at the person, only to freeze in your tracks. Wearing a brown, fuzzy coat coupled with dark skinny jeans, the male looked like an angel sent from heaven. The thought that he was a hallucination of your sleep-deprived and cold body crossed your mind, but you discarded the thought when he realised that you’d heard him, and he scrambled to apologise for laughing.

You didn’t know then, but your life was for him. And, it won’t be an exaggeration to say that your life is all him. As winter melted into spring and spring made way for summer, you fell in love with the colour brown: the lush cocoa of Seonghwa’s eyes, sweeter than any hot chocolate you could find, and the tan of his skin, reminiscent of the buttery sweetness of roasted chestnuts. As the weather became humid and the days turned longer, you didn’t even register the beginnings of love taking root in your heart.

It began slowly, like the dripping of water from a tap. Drop by drop, your heart filled with adoration for him. Starting with an appreciation for the awe with which he experienced the world as if doing so for the first time. Then, it became more serious: you found yourself yearning to be around him, to listen to him talk about anything and everything, to be the only one he’d think of as being worthy of his heart.

And then, as if that wasn’t enough, you fell for his voice, a deep baritone with the consistency of honey that you couldn’t get enough of. And the best part? You got to hear it every day before sunrise, for that was his designated time for you in his busy schedule as a trainee and then later as an idol. Dawn was yours, had always been yours, and would always be yours as long as Seonghwa was beside you.

And so, without your knowledge, you fell in love with him bit by bit. You fell as if falling under a spell you couldn’t find a counter for. Not that you wanted to anyway, not when he was there to catch you.

A year later when spring arrived, love and hope sprouted in your heart when Seonghwa’s lips pressed against yours for the first time under the cherry blossoms. He etched himself into the deepest crevices of your soul and your heart. His touch was like that of the sun against your skin after a dark night, igniting your soul in a way that reminded you of fireworks. Under the light of dawn, as he kissed you, you learned a truth. Like the sunrise, Seonghwa is the only constant in your life.

“What are you thinking about?” His soft whisper pulls you out of your reminiscing, and you find yourself gazing into his wide eyes that are brimming with affection and curiosity.

Even after years of being with Seonghwa, the way he looks at you as if you are the one who hung the moon in the sky always floors you. Your skin tingles at the warmth and adoration in his gaze.

“You,” lost in way his thumb grazes against your waist, the word slips out of your lips without a second thought. You almost curse at yourself for being so taken with him when you see a devilish smirk pull at his lips.

“Is that so, my dove?” Chuckling, he lets himself get closer to you, if that’s even possible, considering how you’re basically pressed against him. His hands rise to cup your face, drawing you to his lips.

You lose yourself in the warmth of his mouth. His kisses are softer at first, but soon, his lips are moving insistently against yours. His teeth sink gently into your bottom lip, and he swallows the moan that leaves you almost hungrily. Seonghwa’s hand slides up the side of your body to slide your nightgown off you, exposing you to the chilly morning air.

He pulls back from you momentarily, the loss making you whine, but the protest dies in your throat when he gazes at you with nothing but love and adoration. In what little light filters through the sheer curtains, he looks ethereal with his glowing bronze skin. His dark hair is messy, and yet he manages to look as if he’d just stepped out of the pages of a manhwa. As if knowing what’s going through your head, a soft smile pulls at his lips.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he breathes, voice thick with sleep and desire.

“Like what?” You ask, your own hands finding purchase against his shoulders.

“Like I’m the damn sunrise.”

“You’re more breathtaking than any sunrise I’ve ever seen, Hwa,” you cradle his cheek in your palm, words ringing with sincerity as you gaze at your boyfriend.

Seonghwa ducks down at your words, hiding his face in your neck as you chuckle at the way he reacts to your compliment. Your amusement doesn’t last long, however, when he leans down further to lave his tongue against the marks his teeth had left against the column of your neck the night before. His teeth sink into your skin, cutting you off mid-laughter, while his palms come to cup your exposed breasts, and you find yourself arching into his touch.

You watch Seonghwa descend the length of your body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses wherever his lips can reach. His hands slither downwards, fingers digging into your thighs to spread your legs open for him. Bringing his mouth to your core, he smirks when you let out a broken moan, bucking into his mouth. Seoghwa keeps his eyes on you as he devours you.

“Hwa—” you choke back a moan, reaching for him with a trembling hand. You pull him to your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Want you. Please.”

“My beautiful dove.” Seonghwa breathes reverently. His hands are gentle against your waist, cradling you close to him while his lips trace their way up your jaw to meet yours in a sloppy kiss.

As the sun rises over the Thames River, he ravishes you with a gentleness that feels like the first touch of warmth of the morning light.

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Madrid

“Are you recording me?” Seonghwa laughs, walking backwards on the sidewalk as you fumble with the camera—it’s heavier than what you’re used to—but you don’t mind because you’re more concerned about the quality of the video than anything else.

You can’t help but grin at the sight in front of you: Seonghwa in a beret and a long, dark coat that he has paired with jeans contrasts so well with the potted geraniums in front of the restaurant you had stopped to get breakfast at. The flowers herald the happiness blossoming in your chest at the sight of your lover glowing like the sun while surrounded by the the tell-tale signs of the approaching spring.

Seonghwa jokes that these flowers are blooming because it is his first time visiting Europe with you. You laugh off his silly comment, but in your heart of hearts, you can’t help but agree with him. It’s almost as if nature wants you to document the most beautiful sights while you record Seonghwa in the cities you are visiting.

Before you can answer him, something catches his eyes, and before you know it, he is dragging you to a toy store he has spotted on the other side of the road. His smile as he eagerly scours the store for something to buy reminds you of sunlight upon the tides, bright and blinding as the sun itself on the waves that lap gently at the shore.

Seonghwa makes his way to the sunglasses, trying on the goofiest ones, making you giggle. Encouraged by your laughter, he continues to make a fool of himself, pulling funny expressions for the camera and not caring if people are giving him funny looks. At one point, he tries the poison green alien sunglasses, and despite you laughing at how atrocious the design is, you can’t help but think how easily he can pull off even the most ridiculous of accessories with grace.

Behind him, you spot something that makes you gasp, and you rush to the shelves to grab one of the Toothless plushies. Turning around with purpose, you’re caught off guard by how close Seonghwa is, but you don’t let it faze you.

“Look, Hwa! I found you on the shelf,” you giggle at him, holding the plushie up so that it lines up with his face.

He rolls his eyes fondly, used to such jokes by the rest of ATEEZ and his fans. Despite that, he takes the plushie from your hands and puts it on his head, allowing you to capture him with ease. His touch is careful as he holds the plushie, similar to how he handles everything he lays his hands on. Delicate and light, he touches everything he comes across with care, and that’s one of the reasons you find him endearing—for he’s one of the few people who truly take the time to appreciate the beauty the world has to offer.

“If I’m Toothless, doesn’t that mean you’re my Light Fury?” You watch the way his eyes scan the shelves for something.

“I guess,” you shrug, chuckling as you help him in his search for a plushie of the said dragon.

“Do you think we should buy these?” Seonghwa asks, interrupting your search, and you turn to find him holding up the two plushies. He glances at the two stuffed toys—Toothless and the Light Fury—with his eyes furrowed as he weighs the pros and cons of buying both.

“You have multitudes of these back home, Hwa.” You remind him, in fact, he has so many plushies and figurines that he had to store some in your apartment because his manager had threatened that he would throw them out if he saw one more of the HTTYD-themed merch.

“But—”

“Hwa.”

“Fine, break my heart, why don’t you?” And with a pout, he places them back on the shelf reluctantly. You know he’s joking because when you gesture towards the plushies later on, he shakes his head with a smile.

Throughout the day, you explore the city with him, telling him everything you had learned about the places from the little tourist booklet you had snagged from the hotel that morning. He listens to you earnestly, watching you talk with a smile as admiration settles under his skin.

Later in the night, you find yourself in a cafe. Taking a deep breath, you inhale the scent of coffee that permeates your immediate surroundings. Since the cafe is basically empty at this time of the night, a sense of tranquillity surrounds you, much like the warm coat Seonghwa has draped over you. You watch late stragglers making their way home from their jobs through the window you’re seated against, hands curled against a warm cup of hazelnut latte.

“Dove,” Seonghwa’s quiet voice comes from next to you, causing you to snuggle into his shoulder, humming for him to continue. “Don’t fall asleep. We have to walk back to the hotel.”

“Shall we leave, then?” Stifling a yawn, you ask, causing him to nod.

He leads you out of the cafe, keeping his hand on your lower back as you walk through the sparsely populated streets. The very next moment, however, it begins to rain out of nowhere, and before you know it, you are being drenched in the downpour.

Seonghwa laughs in surprise but turns his face upwards to allow the raindrops to kiss his cheeks. Even though the world is blurred around you and your vision is warped by the drops in your eyes, you can still see him clearly. He basks in the rain, lets himself get drenched by the droplets cascading down his face, neck, and shoulders. The rain is so heavy that the raindrops make streams as they make their way down his body.

Watching him like this, you find yourself reaching out for him. As if on the same wavelength as you, Seonghwa takes your hand in his, lips curling up in a smile when you entangle your fingers with his. Reaching out, he cups your face gently, and it seems as if the world stops around you, your senses failing to register anything beyond his touch. Seonghwa trails his thumb along your lips, wiping the raindrops that have settled across your skin.

Drenched in the downpour with him, it’s easy to think of Seonghwa as the rain and yourself as the earth that craves rain after a dry spell.

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Seoul

The wallpaper drips with grief, mimicking the gloom that has taken root in his heart and doesn’t seem to want to leave. The glow of the streetlights filters through the windows and is the only source of light in his dark room. In the centre of the whirlpool of dread and darkness lies Seonghwa, curled up against the messy sheets he can’t bother to straighten.

The silence is uncanny. He’s not used to it—for years, he has shared a room with Hongjoong, and even though, more often than not, the younger male wasn’t actually there because he preferred the studio or the living room couch to the bedroom, the mere idea of sharing a room with someone always made him feel at ease. Hongjoong has been Seonghwa’s anchor in the years he roomed with him, but now alone in his room, the walls seem to press in around him like waves trying to drown him, leaving him breathless.

If Hongjoong is his anchor, you are his beacon, his guiding light, his polestar. And tonight, as his ship is battered by the biggest storm he’s ever faced, you aren’t here either. Desperately, he searches for something to ground him, but too many days and nights filled with sorrow and false optimism have built up and around him, crushing him with a weight he can’t handle anymore. When love wasn’t enough to save you, how can it be enough to help him stay afloat in the rough seas?

Outside of his room, spring touches everything with its delicate hands. For Seonghwa, however, winter still lingers, and the beautiful weather outside just irks him further. He hasn’t been in love for the last week, and even nature cannot revive him this time around. Without love in his heart, the only thing he feels is despair.

Even now, he can’t forget the way red painted his hands as you lay in his arms. Sometimes, when he squeezes his eyes shut hard enough, he can see your smile. In the very same moment, his heart opens and breaks when the image of you in his arms dances across his vision, and he dies again and again, bleeds until there’s only a shell left behind.

The beeping of his digital clock startles him. The digits read 00:00, distorted from the tears that line his lashes but never seem to fall. For a long time, he had thought today would make the pain bearable, but it persists, lingering in his heart and his room like stubborn rain clouds that linger even after the storm has passed. It is possible that you may not return to him, but he tries to remain optimistic. If he doesn’t believe you to be strong enough to fight for him, for your love, then who will?

His phone dings, and he looks at the device for a moment. Each beep of his phone has, till now, started him into a sitting position, and every time, it has not what he expected. But foolishly, he still hopes for a miracle.

His phone dinging again with the custom notification he had set for you has Seonghwa scrambling to check his phone. It’s a scheduled email, but your name lighting up the screen renders him breathless. At the sight of your name, the storm raging around him quietens down, leaving him in calm seas. There’s a video attached with the email, and he clicks it open.

[Exterior. Mid-morning. Shots of the streets of London from a car. In the foreground, the text reads Happy Birthday, Seonghwa! A female’s voice is heard speaking in the voiceover.]

Y/N: What’s a soulmate?

[The camera pans and focuses on Seonghwa as he looks out of the window, pointing at all the things he remembers from the few times he has been there with ATEEZ for concerts.]

SH: And that’s the cafe Jongho liked a lot. He said the coffee there was amazing. We should definitely visit it after we’ve settled in hotel room, you look like you could do with some caffeine in your system.

Y/N: [laughing] Not everyone is used to sleeping in aeroplanes.

SH: [shaking his head, he sniffs as if wounded by your comments] Well, if you toured with me, you’d be used to it. You’re the only one who keeps declining when I ask you to come with me! My poor self has to live without you for months just because you won’t agree.

Y/N: Your idea of bringing me along includes you stuffing me into your suitcase. Sorry if I don’t want to be thrown around with the other luggage.

SH: [snorting] It’s your fault for being so small.

Y/N: [sighing] Whatever, Hwa.

[Midday. The video cuts to a shot of Seonghwa walking along the Thames river. He has his arms wrapped around himself. The sky is covered with fluffy clouds, and one can tell that spring is fast approaching with the way little green buds are seen on the trees in the background.]

Y/N: It’s a… Well, it’s like a best friend, but more.

SH: It’s so cold!

Y/N: Should we go and get something to warm us up from the cafe you pointed out earlier? I think it’s close to where we are right now.

[The video cuts to the two of you inside the cafe. The camera is placed on one side, allowing it to capture both Seonghwa and you. You’re laughing at Seonghwa, who took a sip from your iced americano and immediately made a face at the taste. The video skips a bit and Seonghwa can be seen humming along to the music from the speakers while you watch him, enraptured by his vocals.]

Y/N: It’s the one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else.

[The video cuts again. This time, Seonghwa is in a hotel room, standing against the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower and posing goofily while you are laughing in the background. He waddles over to the camera, forcing you to put it on the table as he twirls you around, dancing to a song he’s humming.]

Y/N: It’s someone who makes you a better person.

[The video cuts to a closeup of Seonghwa’s head in your lap as you sit on the couch. He’s sleeping soundly while you run your fingers through his soft hair. His lips quirk upwards in a smile, causing you to halt your motions, but a whine from him has you resuming your actions.]

Y/N: [soft whisper] Did I wake you up?

SH: [hums and shakes his head] Not really… [yawns] I wasn’t fully asleep.

[There’s silence for a while as Seonghwa shifts around to get comfortable.]

SH: I love you.

Y/N: That was so random, Hwa.

SH: Hey! You’re supposed to say you love me too!

Y/N: [snorting] I love you, you overgrown child.

SH: I’ll have you know that’s Wooyoung.

Y/N: Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll bite your arm off or something.

SH: [laughing hard]

Y/N: Actually, they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself… because they inspire you.

[The video cuts to Seonghwa amidst the geraniums in Madrid before he drags you to the MINISO. His shenanigans from the store can be seen, with him wearing goofy sunglasses and playing with the Night Fury plushie.]

Y/N: A soulmate is someone who you can carry with you forever.

[Seonghwa can be seen busking with a guy playing the guitar. He sings Angel Baby by Troye Sivan, smiling wide when you start swaying one of your hands in beat with the music, causing people to follow your actions. When he’s done, people come up to him, telling him that he’s an amazing singer, and he thanks everyone with a bashful smile while watching you look at him with a look of pride on your face.]

Y/N: It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you… Believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would.

[Seonghwa excuses himself from the crowd and makes his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your frame and sways the two of you as the busker starts crooning a song in Danish.]

SH: Thank you for always believing in me, dove. Especially when I didn’t believe in myself.

Y/N: [smiling] I love you, and I’ll cheer you on, especially during the darkest days.

Y/N: And no matter what happens, you will always love them.

[The camera pans to you in your editing studio, and you wave at the camera with a smile on your face.]

Y/N: It’s quite late [glancing at the clock on your desk], 3 a.m. to be precise, and I’m working on your birthday video. [Laughs] I hope you like this little video I put together with clips from our trip to Europe. Give me a call once you’re done watching this. I love you so much, Hwa! Happy Birthday, my star!

Y/N: Nothing can ever change that.

Seonghwa wipes his tears, sniffing as he gets up from the bed. With a meticulousness characteristic of him, he goes through the motions of dressing up to pay you a visit. That’s the only thing that seems to make sense, so with bleary eyes and heavy feet, he walks through the deserted streets of Seoul.

The staff members at the hospital allow him to see you, used to his untimely visits. The nurse watching over you gives him a sad smile and leaves him alone with you when he enters your room. He notes that the pallor that had settled beneath your skin is now fading, albeit slowly.

Maybe you’re getting better? But you still haven’t woken up, and seeing your face, he finds himself falling, falling through the memories of the day of the accident. His eyes close of their own accord, and he sighs, trying to get those images out of his mind. Unable to stop his thoughts, he relives the day all over again.

Logically, he knows the accident isn’t his fault but of the person who was behind the wheel.

Or maybe it was, the voice in his mind tells him.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can’t forgive himself for the events that led up to the accident. If he hadn’t called you to pick him up from the company that night when it was raining, you’d be safe in his arms, celebrating his birthday with him.

No, it wasn’t. Seonghwa desperately wants to believe his own words. But there’s still that small voice of doubt that rears its ugly head, and before he knows it, fresh tears are rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. Seonghwa is too emotionally exhausted and too choked to speak any louder. “My dove, I’m so sorry for this whole mess. I’m sorry. Please wake up soon. I can’t do this alone—I can’t live without you. Please. I love you.”

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thatrandomidiot182 · 2 months

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We ain't gonna mention that I've been spelling Vhagar wrong this entire time 🤐

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Continuing with Velaryon! Reader,

who has now gathered an army of loyalists in her name. A ragtag group of knights, sellswords, and peasents from a variety of houses, who have sworn to follow her wherever she may go. Who are willing to lay down their very lives for her every whim.

Not for Aegon

Not for house Targaryen or Hightower.

Certainly not for house Velaryon.

For her.

Turns out all those years spent building connections and garnering favor amongst all the realm paid off...

Meanwhile, Aemond was literally grounded for a good bit after Lucerys' death-

"Before you even think of touching that dragon again, you must atone for your mistake. Go to the Sept, kneel before your gods, and try to look even the slightest remorseful, a few tears couldn't hurt... Speak to the King and his council, show regret and empathy. The servants will bear witness, and the word will spread. Soon enough, you'll find yourself recipient to more sympathy than your dead father." (He puts on quite the show, only bc he's actually upset that Reader is mad at him lol)

-and Reader was sent North to deal with the northern houses, and gain the favor of house Stark.

Reader knows it's a futile effort. The northerners are fiercely loyal to their oaths, and even if they weren't, the Starks weren't known to send their men south very often.

However, Reader has her own reasons for going to Winterfell.

Rumors from Dragonstone speak of a certain prince being there after all...

Jacaerys is utterly shocked to see Reader at Winterfell.

It's only been a few days since they last saw each other, but he's been stressing himself out bc he thinks Aemond is probably torturing her!

Normally he'd be stoked, but the sight of the huge black dragon she rode in on was more than enough to render him flabbergasted.

Reader is amused and slightly insulted at his surprise.

Was it really that shocking to see her with a dragon?

Jace is ultimately happy to just see her again.

Cregan is tense. He's only spoken to her once before, during a birthday of some forgettable lord, but that one conversation was enough to leave him wary of her ambition. He knows she's smart enough to realize that the North would never rally behind Aegon and is suspicious of her intentions behind visiting regardless.

Reader explains that she doesn't mean any harm with her visit and that she has no intention of swaying the Lord Starks' decision. (Which makes him even more suspicious, lol)

All she asks for is one night, and the Norths sworn secrecy.

Secrecy of her real reason for visiting.

During that one night, Reader and Jace meet in the Godswood before he follows Cregan up to the wall.

They spend the time reminiscing and rekindling their bond. Sharing fleeting touches and long, yearning glances in the shade beneath.

They hold hands and caress cheeks, speak of dreams long past and futures no longer possible.

She tells him of Lucerys' death.

She holds him as he mourns his brother.

Then, just before daybreak, she extends an offer,

"I would leave right now, if you so desired."

"Why would I wish for you to leave me?"

"I would leave Westeros. Kings landing. I would give it all up, leave everything behind this instant, if you should ask. The throne, the crown, the war, all of it."

"And where would you go?"

"Wherever you please, Essos or otherwise. We could fly away, right now. I would rid myself of my name, my wealth, my lands, and my honor, if it meant we would leave together."

"What about Aemond? Will he be left behind as well?"

"Aemond would follow, as he always has. He'd be angry at first, but he'd learn to live in content with me. With us. The three of us together could conquer any land we desired, be it a continent or a farm, we would be unstoppable."

Jacaerys was astounded at the audacity.

Reader was asking him to abandon his family, his mother, to run off and live some peasent life alongside his brothers murderer? Or rayher, be some sad replica of The Conquerer and his wives?!

His anger was multiplied after Reader began defending Aemond.

"The storm had all of the dragons unnerved, Vhagar was unresponsive and acted on her own! Aemond did not command her to kill Lucerys! He wanted his eye. He wanted Lucerys to live with the same burden he granted Aemond when we were children..."

"Is that his account? How could you believe such a tale? Aemond is nothing but an evil snake hiding in the grass. He has held a grudge against Luke for humiliating him and would jump at the opportunity to enact revenge! Truly, what could ever make you believe such a-"

"-I wished to be the one to kill him! I wanted to be the one behind the blade that would cut Lucerys' throat... Aemond would have never taken that opportunity away from me..."

Jace is heartbroken. He's crushed, furious and unbelievably disgusted. At Reader, at Aemond and at himself.

Here was the woman he loved, who, just moments before, was consoling him, holding him in such a tender embrace. Now stood before him, declaring that she wished to have been the one to murder his brother.

He spends the rest of the night cursing the gods for dealing him such a fate.

He damns the Hightowers for corrupting his family and weeps and wails at the roots of the Godswood as he sends Reader away with half of his shattered heart.

Reader has now resolved herself to her fate. Jacaerys was the last tether tying her to her past, and with his rejection comes the determination to follow through with what she started. She can't allow all of the pain to be for nothing.

She departs from Winterfell with a blacked heart, clad in iron, and drowned in dragonfire. Prepared to take the necessary steps to win.

Reader arrives back in kings landing to the news of Jaehaerys' death.

The servents scramble to inform her of the oddly unfortunate circumstances surrounding his death.

The maids discuss the absence of a certain white-cloak the night of.

The knights of the keep inform her of Ser Criston Coles true whereabouts that night.

Helaena herself conforms the rumors with little inquiry.

Reader is furious and seeks Cole out to personally berate him for his stupidity. She's disgusted by his actions and threatens to inform the King of his shortcomings.

She doesn't, though, because she believes he's the perfect opportunity to get into Aegons mind. After all, the boy looks up to the man like a father. He'd never suspect him, which makes him the perfect pawn.

Outside of her schemes, Reader comforts Helaena, (the way we all wish to have comforted her poor bby) holding her close and allowing her to cry her heart out.

Alicent had attempted to console her daughter but was quickly banished to go 'comfort Aegon' as Reader had assured her Helaena was in good hands. In truth, Reader just wanted her away from Helaena to ensure she wouldn't spread any of her stupid ideology.

When Alicent and Otto came to Helaena with the funeral plans, Reader laughed right in their faces and strictly opposed the idea.

She vehemently argued with the two, but in the end the decision was ultimately left to Helaena.

The best Reader could do was convince them to place a black canopy over the body.

She also requested her people in kings landing to conduct their own 'crowd control' to keep the situation as quick and calm as possible.

After the proceedings, Reader convinces Helaena to visit Aegon.

"I understand that as much as you love Aegon, you are not particularly fond of him either, however... I think it would do you good to talk with him."

"Your mother and I can hold you as tight as we possibly could, but at the end of the day, the only other person who could truly understand your pain is Aegon. He truly loved Jaehaerys."

Aegon is calm enough by the next morning to entertain Readers presence long enough for her to disclose who the ratcatcher behind his sons murder was.

Yet, this information was not enough to sway Aegons mind from having all of them hanged.

Readers handmaids ensured the public knew that it could have been avoided, and that the King was well informed of the man's identity...

Otto was informed of this as well and was furious at Aegons blatant display of carelessness. He confronts Aegon with Readers testimony that she did, in fact, tell him the man's identity. Aegon then goes off about inaction and idleness and spills the fact that Ser Arryk had gone to Dragonstone to assassinate Rhaenyra.

Otto, ever the tactful man, gracefully drops an interesting bit of information during his monologue that Reader finds particularly intriguing.

"Your father was right about you."

"He made me king!"

"Is that what you think?"

After Aegon dismisses Otto as hand and replaces him with Criston Cole (which reader finds absolutely delightful, for her plans at least) Reader leaves Aegon and his new hand with one final thought before chasing after Otto.

"It would do you well to write up a letter to Ser Arryk's parents informing them of his death, seeing as if either of you would have cared to discuss this plan beforehand, you would have known that the White Worm has taken root in Dragonstone. I'm sure you know how well acquainted lady Mysaria is with Ser Arryk and that she is clever enough to see through your ruse. I have no doubt she would happily inform her lover of this threat to his wife, do you?"

Aegon is panicking.

Cole is also panicking, but not for Arryk. He's panicking because now he has a much higher chance of dying if Reader tells Aegon about that night...

Reader and Otto meet with Aemond in his bedroom. Reader summarizes the circumstances, and Otto laments about how he never should have put Aegon on the throne.

Aemond quickly catches onto Readers' plans and quickly consoles his grandfather. After all, nobody could have predicted the stupidity that is Aegon and Cole running the kingdom.

Otto is completely worn down. He's exhausted, defeated, and utterly terrified, knowing what is to come with Rhaenyra and Daemon being against them. He's angered and humiliated at being replaced by Criston Cole of all people.

He's also, now completely on board with replacing Aegon and will be making the proper preparations for dealing with the inevitable backlash of the decision during his time in Oldtown, where he will reside until Reader sends him confirmation of Aegons removal.

Otto attempts to convince the two to let Alicent be involved in their plans but is denied. Alicent has always preferred Aegon over Aemond, and no matter what either of them do, that will never change.

During the next council meeting, Reader sits in at the behest of Aemond, and Cole, who managed to convince the king to allow her presence with very little pushing.

During the meeting, Reader supported both Maester Orwyles idea of combining the strength of the two council armies and Coles idea of a swift offensive action.

She convinces everyone that it would be best to gather strength before making too big of a move, but that it is a good idea to begin conquering the few houses still loyal to Rhaenyra sooner rather than later. She then volunteers to stay behind and guard Kings Landing with her dragon while Aemond and Vhagar follow Cole and his men on their endeavor.

Alicent, resolved to the whims of the council, volunteered her brother and his men for Coles gathering, hoping that Gwayne would help to keep him in check. However, the Hightower silbings find themselves outnumbered once again as Readers own army joins as well, with special instruction to heed only Aemonds commands.

Larys then recruits Reader to help him persuade Aegon into staying in Kings Landing. Reader tries her 'best' but also makes it a point to let him know that the men would benefit from his presence on the battlefield.

After that, Reader moves to investigate some rumors floating about the lower areas of Kings Landing. Particularly those of silver haired bastards...

Aemond and Vhagar chased Moondancer and Baela off at first sight, managing to give quite the burn to the smaller dragon before they escaped.

Reader gains a new handmaiden, one who swore loyalty to the young Velaryon after the promise of receiving medical treatment for her daughter.

Upon her return to the Red Keep, the walls tell her of a certain encounter in the Sept...

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divider by: @bucciniexe

Okay, pt. 3 is done!! Officially, the start of season 2 and the buildup of Reader and Aemonds plans coming to light. In case it wasn't clear, Reader caught Otto before he was able to speak to Alicent, so the interaction between them at the end of ep 2 didn't happen. Also, Otto and Coles colors were changed to signify their change of allegiance! Aemond is just green bc it differentiates him from Reader and Jace more, he is completely loyal to Reader!

I think there will only be two more parts to this, as I'm following the hbo series... although if enough people are into the idea, I'm considering writing more in detail one-shots of certain scenes. One I'd love to delve into is the confrontation between Reader and Jace in Winterfell. I have so many thoughts about them 😩.

Lmk if this feels too long, bc I'm aiming to cover 3 eps in each part, but I'm not sure if it's too much for you guys to read...

Anyways, thanks for all the support on this series. It means a lot to me that other people are as interested in this as I am 🖤 and to any new followers who followed bc of this series, I'd like to inform you that I am a multi-fandom blog, so pls don't be too upset if you see me post other things between parts ty 🙏

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ramayantika · 1 month

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Aagman

A yuga has changed. So many years have passed by. My name still resides in the entirety of Bharatavarsha, now what you all call as Bharat that is India.

From the north, to the south, to the eastern and western coasts, I see every one of you sing my name, dance to my esoteric tunes, and breathe in this holy land which I have left thousands of years ago.

My birthday arrives once again. The rains have begun their downpour just like that night. It shall be a dark night once again, but less terrifying than the night I was born on.

I see you. You. Yes.

You look at my photos, at my painting, at the countless poetic verse singing praises about my stories, about my beauty, and my leela. You hum a few tunes. Your eyes close, and you see my dark form in front of you.

Something stirs your eyes awake. You wonder if it is really me or just an image your mind conjures from your countless memories of watching my artwork.

Everything is true. Everything is me.

I see, live, breathe beside you. Inside you. Around you.

You think you have gone too far now. You say I am a distant memory in your waking thoughts. There is silence around you. Your days are filled with tasks, and you no longer hear the tunes of my flute.

But, tell me the truth. Don't I still come in your thoughts be it only for a second?

What do I need? Love. It is simple. It isn't a chore, like you believe it to be. I am not your God. I am Love. I am a Lover. You are a Lover.

The silence pervades still, doesn't it. Close your eyes now. I mean it literally.

Breathe...

Hari bol bol bol krishna bol bol bol

Radha radhe hari krishna bol bol bol

In this silence, do I live still. The stillness is me. The distance is me. I am whole and I am nothing. Did you forget that. I am light and I am dark.

I was born on a very dark night. Night is quiet. At daybreak, my happy gurgles brought light to Gokul. I am here, with you, living silently, gazing at you.

I am here whenever you call me. Look at me and you shall find me. You do not have to find me.

Mere mann mein hari, mere tann mein hari

Kann kann mein hari, jeevan mein hari

When I am everywhere, why do you search for me and be desperate and break you heart?

Govind hare gopal hare

Shrinath hare, Hey mukund hare...

I hold the other side of the thread. I am the thread. I am the boat and the boatman, and I am the river.

Open your eyes.

Open it. Now.

There... you have found me.

I am yours.

Tagging: @jukti-torko-golpo (idk why and how it came to me to write this but i had to. well happy janmashtami didi. The night is magical) and every krishnasakhi who would need it. Happy Janmashtami to everyone.

#krishna #janmashtami #krishnablr #gopiblr #hindublr

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leiawritesstories · 4 months

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still sleepless in terrasen

hi i wrote this during my recovery teeheehee part 2 to "sleepless in terrasen" @throneofglassmicrofics prompts "charge" and "daybreak" 👀👀

word count: 1,390 (WHOOPS)

warnings: swearing, spice, and smut. NSFW.

ain't nobody doing any sleeping here 👀🤭 enjoy!! also happy belated birthday @mariaofdoranelle!!!! ily maria <3

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Aelin's breath hitched at the sight of a completely nude Rowan, her legs weakening at the intensity lighting his emerald eyes.

"Thought I told you to come here, Ae." The raspy thrum of his voice sent her into motion, and she slowly raised her arms and peeled his soft cotton t-shirt off of her body, tossing it carelessly to the ground.

"Like what you see, hmm?" A lazy smirk unfurled across her lips as she strolled towards him, gleefully noting the way his already-huge erection stiffened at her approach.

He swallowed thickly. "Fuck yes," he groaned, taking one long stride forwards so he could grasp her by the waist and pull her soft, warm skin flush against his. Her pulse thundered just as much as his did, electrified by the promise hanging hot and heavy in the darkness of the hotel room.

She looked up at him, mischief blended with desire swirling in the pools of her eyes. "Then do something about it, Ro."

With a low, hungry moan, he tipped his head down and kissed her hard, coaxing her lips to open for him. She wrapper her arms around his neck, sinking one hand into the soft short strands of his pale hair, and tugged just a little bit, delighted to hear the moan that tore from his throat at the pressure.

"Naughty boy," she teased in a hoarse whisper. "I should've known you'd like a little pain with your pleasure, hmm?"

Quicker than she could react, he tossed her onto the bed, splaying her out beneath him. "Same goes for you, love." To prove his point, he leant down and scratched his teeth gently across her nipples, and she moaned, loud and unabashed. "Good girl," he growled. "Keep making those sounds for me, love."

"Keep...keep going, and I ohhh gods, Rowan!" Aelin's attempt at snark was rapidly drowned out by the utterly divine sensation of Rowan's lips, tongue, and teeth on her breasts, nipping and sucking as he worked his way down her stomach until he was poised between her thighs, eyes glittering darkly up at her.

"Look at your pretty little cunt all wet for me," he murmured, his tongue darting out to swipe the crease of her thigh. "Did you touch your pretty pussy when I left you, love?"

"Yes," Aelin breathed, nodding rapidly. "Fucked myself with my favorite little toy." Smirking, Rowan dipped his head down and flicked his tongue around her throbbing clit, making her groan. "And I--ah, fuck!" Her hips writhed under the sudden onslaught of his tongue into her pussy. "Th-thought about you."

"That's my good girl," he rumbled, and he speared his tongue into her as he pinched her clit between his forefinger and thumb and twisted lightly. "Doing this?"

"I...yes, gods yes!" Aelin's moans and whimpers turned to cries as Rowan sped up his pace, feasting on her. When he lifted his burning gaze to her, locking his eyes onto hers, she screamed his name and came all over his face, her orgasm tearing through her like lightning. Rowan worked her through the high, his tongue lapping gently against her skin as she settled.

"Fucking hell," Aelin whispered as she calmed down. "So fucking good, Ro." She ran one hand down his chest, fingertips tracing his tattoos, until she reached the thick hardness of his cock and wrapped her hand around it. "Is this okay?"

"Fuck yes," Rowan groaned, his head tipping back as she stroked him with a firm grip, twisting and squeezing her wrist. She flipped them over so he was on his back and grinned wickedly up at him as she lowered her mouth to his dick, giving his crown a tiny, teasing kiss.

"Is this okay?"

"Fireheart," he moaned. "Fuuuuck, please!"

"Such pretty manners." She kissed the tip of his dick again, and just as he reached down to wrap her hair around his fist, she opened her lips and practically swallowed his whole cock, nearly choking on its sheer size. "Mmm," she hummed, stroking her tongue along the ridges and veins. She wrapped her hand around the base and worked what she couldn't fit into her mouth as he cupped the back of her head and guided her up and down. When she hollowed her cheeks, sucking sharply, he groaned and pulled her off of his cock.

"Keep that up and I'll barely make it two seconds," he said breathlessly. His hands migrated to her waist, brazenly stroking and touching her curves. "Ready, love?"

Aelin rose onto her knees and nodded. "Fuck yes, love. I have an IUD," she added before he could reach for a condom. He nodded shakily, and she sank down onto his cock, moaning at the way it stretched her.

"Good girl," he murmured, "taking me so well."

She gasped, her head tipping back. "So...big," she breathed. "So good, Ro." She rocked her hips, and he matched her pace, guiding her as she rode him faster and faster. Her words jumbled together into garbled moans of his name, and he sat up, pulling her against his chest and working his cock deeper, hitting a spot that had her moaning loud enough to inform probably the whole floor exactly what they were doing.

"So...so close," she panted, lips pressed against his throat. "You gonna finish me, love? Make me squirt all over your massive dick?"

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned. "You fuckin' my ego too, love?"

"Only if he needs it." She smirked, her mirth quickly turning to a groan as he reached between her legs to stroke her clit. "Gods, Ro, yes!"

"That's a good girl," he rumbled, kissing her deeply. "Come for me, love," he ordered, and she did just that, exploding all over his dick. Her nails scratched down his back, leaving fine little red lines through the tanned skin. She swore she saw electricity crackle in the air between them as she came, squeezing him so tightly that he yelled her name and came inside of her, dropping his sweaty head into the crook of her shoulder.

She ran her hands up and down his back, gently this time, as he rocked her hips in small, shallow circles, working her through every last drop of her orgasm. He traced his fingers up her sides and back down, whispered quiet little praises as he carefully pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed.

"Mmmph, lemme up," she mumbled. "Gotta pee." Reluctantly, he moved and let her roll out of bed, grasping the nightstand for balance as she told her legs to stop shaking. She ducked into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later to snatch a towel off the shelf. "Shower, love?"

He was in the bathroom in less than ten seconds. She chuckled as she turned on the shower and stepped in, luxuriating in the shower of warmth cascading over her skin. Rowan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and she curved her ass backwards, meeting his dick that was already getting hard again.

"Someone's excited to see me," Aelin teased, turning around in his arms so she could see his face.

He snorted softly. "Of course he's excited. He might love you even more than I do."

Her jaw dropped in shock. "I...what? Isn't it a little early to be saying that?"

"Nope." He cupped her jaw, tucked it back into place, and kissed her, soft and slow. "I love you, Fireheart."

"Gods, Rowan, I love you too." She kissed him back, deeper, and hooked one leg around his waist as he slid into her. He fucked her slow and deep against the shower wall, the warm spray misting around them, and cleaned her up when they were done, dotting tiny kisses on her skin as he went.

She tried to pick up the shirt she'd long since discarded as she went back towards the bed, but he teasingly knocked it out of her grasp and hoisted her into his arms. "Mm-mm, love, not tonight." He kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Stay."

"Of course." She curled into his side as he settled her into bed, looping one arm protectively over her waist. Neither of them cared that the faint gray of daybreak was starting to filter through the windows as they fell into sleep, sated and comfortable in each other's arms.

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diremoone · 1 year

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cherry on top.

fushiguro toji x reader

in which your boyfriend of the last three years treats you to a birthday that he thinks you more than deserve :D

w — no curses AU, implied! Rich! Toji, a grain of angst, hair length isn’t specified but it’s enough to make a small bun, mentions of chubby! MC, and the hope that the fluff rots your teeth 🤭 not the best thing ever written by my hands but I love it anyway

a/n: happy birthday to me! this would’ve been out sooner today but I got a lil bit sick 😷 i’m unfortunately another year older but maybe another year closer to finding the man that’ll treat me like toji does mc in this fic haha. enjoy y’all’s reverse-birthday present lmao. this is a lil bit of self-indulgence btw so if it flops that’s why (but hopefully you guys like it too). I also tried to do accurate research on irl locations of the places that are mentioned, so I’m sorry if something isn’t correct 🙈

You don’t like the shake on your shoulder that wakes you up, nor the soft whisper of your name dropping from your boyfriend’s lip. You like it even less when you open your (very notably) tired eyes and look at the clock and see what time it is.

“What the fuck, Toji?”

He grins at your mumbled swears. “Happy birthday, cupcake.”

You know for a fact you have junk in your eyes, your hair’s a mess, your breath is borderline rancid and needs brushing, and that you overall look (and feel) like you just crawled out of a sewer completely deprived of sleep. So how this wonderful man squats beside the bed and combs his large fingers through your hair and gets his face so close to yours to attempt to kiss you is beyond your comprehension.

You cover your lips with the blanket, making him chuckle.

“Let’s celebrate, yeah?” Toji says, then stands to his full height. That’s when you notice that he’s dressed in regular clothes. “Gotta show my woman how much she means to me, don’t I?”

You quickly pull the blanket over your head to try and diminish his efforts. “If you wanna show me how much you love me, then let me sleep all day.”

Toji laughs as you snuggle into the pillow under your head. But the more you dig your cheek into the pillow, the farther away your ability to fall back asleep seems to be. You dig your nose into the soft material and let out a heavy sigh, hoping he doesn’t hear.

He’s won. “Come on. I’ll help you get out of bed and get ready, if that’s what it takes.” And when he chuckles after, you know he knows he’s won.

Toji lifts you by your outstretched hand to get you sitting on the edge of the bed, then proceeds to do the little things to get you ready that make your desperately-tired-but-desperately-in-love heart turn to mush.

Toji turns the sink on to get it warm so you can clean your teeth and face. Once you’re done, you realize he’s already got clothes already waiting for you to change into (one of his shirts that’s super baggy on you and a pair of red-pink floral leggings) on the bed. And once you change, he’s got your hairbrush in his big hands. He slowly combs his thick fingers through your hair, gently untangling the knots and brushing them out with minimal effort and pain.

You admit you nearly fall asleep again to his touch without shame.

“Don’t fall back into sleep,” Toji’s deep voice rumbles, which only soothes you further. “The day hasn’t even started yet.”

“You’re right,” you reply, yawning loudly. “It’s not even dawn yet.”

“Daybreak will be here when we get to the car,” he comments.

“Nice way of saying I’m slow,” you mumble.

Toji chuckles as he ties your hair into a bun, the stray baby locks being too short and left to dangle by your cheeks. He takes your smaller hand into his, and you still can’t help but feel flustered knowing how much bigger and warmer his hand is in comparison to yours is (read: you can’t help but feel flustered knowing you have someone holding your hand so sweetly with a hand as big as Toji’s).

There’s a small breeze when you step outside. And sure enough, Toji’s assumption is correct: the sun is starting to break over the horizon by the time you walk out to the car.

“Told you so,” Toji jokes.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but grin, too. “Shut up.”

He opens the car door for you like a gentleman, to which you feel your cheeks warm up in embarrassment.

When he starts the car and grips the wheel, it’s then he asks, “Where do you want to go for breakfast?”

You immediately know where you want to go. And you feel you know Toji knows, too. It’s been a place you’ve only been to twice because of how expensive it was, but it has the best waffles you’ve ever tasted. The thing about it though was, if you went, there wasn’t going to be a way for you to control your appetite.

You look to Toji, lips in a straight line as you internally debate with yourself.

“You have to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t laugh at how much I order.”

Toji chuckles at that, to which you send him a playful glare. He holds his hands up in mock surrender, the scarred corner of his lip quirking up.

“I promise.”

“Or how I eat.”

“I’ve seen how you eat, don’t worry.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Toji takes you to the fancy breakfast-only restaurant you murmur in embarrassment under your breath. And you were right: he already knows. Because the place was where you originally met—Toji’s umpteenth time with Megumi, while it was your second and last time.

Until today.

“You want me to take you here more often?” Toji asks.

You have a mouthful of syrupy waffles shoved into your mouth when he asks. You can’t help but feel embarrassed over the sudden focus on you while your cheeks are stuffed and puffed up like a chipmunk. But you nod anyway, slowly chewing the waffles and swallowing them.

“Don’t slow down on my accord,” Toji adds.

“You’re gonna make me fat,” you accuse jokingly.

Toji shrugs. And when that damned smirk appears on his face, you know he’s fixing to say something you aren’t gonna like.

“So what? You look good with rolls. More for me to love and grab during-”

“SHUSH!” you whisper-scream, eyes bulging out in hopes no one around you heard what he was implying.

The buff man only chuckles and smiles wider, happy with making you as flustered as he has.

You both end up stuffing a gut (on Toji’s even more overstuffed wallet) on the breakfast food before you two move on. Whatever he has planned next has you two driving for a good while after breakfast, which eventually leads you to ask, “Where to now?”

“To Narita.”

“Why?”

“To do one of the things you do the least,” he replies with a smirk.

You go blank. You admit to yourself you have no idea what he’s talking about. You try and think on it, and when he pulls into the Aeon Mall, a small lightbulb appears over your head. You look at him incredulously, while Toji looks extremely proud of himself.

“You’re taking me shopping?”

“Surprise.”

You belt out a small laugh. Of course. Of course this man would take you shopping. Of course he would do something that you felt so uncomfortable doing.

Shopping for yourself hadn’t been something you did for yourself often. Or really at all; only when you really needed to.

After being financially strapped for most of your life, from childhood until recently, you hadn’t spent much on yourself. You didn’t treat yourself to the finer things in life, even when you could’ve. And it left you empty, without a desire to be kind or do things for yourself. It left your birthday without luster, hollow, and without purpose, which led to you being so… uncaring about the day.

The day Toji, unknowingly to you, loved the most. Because it brought you into this world, into his and Megumi’s life. He’d be damned if he was going to let you act like it was just another day of the year.

Fuck that. His bank account was more than big enough to treat his woman to a proper birthday that she more than deserved.

Those thoughts were only reaffirmed by the bug-eyed, awestruck look on your face, your pretty eyes lighting up with a childlike wonder he’d only seen less than the amount of fingers on his right hand. He loved seeing it.

Oh yeah, he was going to spoil the fuck out of you.

You turn to him, mouth ajar with a twinkle in your eyes. But something crossed over your face for a split second—an emotion he knew too well: guilt.

“Toji…”

Fuck. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one little bit. Not the look that crossed your face, even for a second, not the sound of your voice as you called out to him. He wasn’t going to let your goody-two-shoes, guilty-feeling heart spoil his goal of reigniting your appreciation for your own birthday. Nope.

Toji wraps an arm around your waist and presses a sweet peck against the top of your head. “Don’t even try and do that shit—feeling guilty and all that. You ain’t taking advantage, woman. Now go shop. I ain’t got these big arms for nothing.”

“You aren’t my sugar daddy, you know,” you reply, brows raised with lips quirked up in amusement.

“No, I’m not. I’m a rich man that loves his woman and wants her to have the best birthday she’s had in years and take a massive chunk outta my bank account,” he boldly retorts. He grins that familiar, shit-eating grin, dips his head and neck and presses his lips against your cheek, and drags you forward, deeper into the mall. You can only help but throw your head back and laugh.

You spend several good, long-ass hours in the mall; a few hours pass what is considered lunchtime before you two do enough shopping that you both have to go back outside to the car to pack it with what has been bought before you can even think about getting anything to eat.

“What do you want for lunch?” Toji asks, stretching his burly arms before leaning against the car.

Your reply is instant, “KFC.”

Toji snorts, chuckling. He interlaces his thick fingers between yours and leads you both back inside.

Another few hours are spent buying clothes, a fluffy blanket you eyeballed and Toji was going to buy no matter how much you told him to put it back, and a few plushies of some of your favorite Pokémon. On the way home, Toji surprises you again by going to Mister Donut and practically taking half of what the store had. You died laughing in the car afterward because some of the other customers got offended as they watched him take so much.

“Toji, you shouldn’t have taken so much,” you giggle behind your hand as lean back against the door. “You seemed like an asshole.”

He smirks, holding the wheel with one hand and using the other to pinch your cheek.

“Don’t give a shit,” he laughs. You playfully swat at his hand. “You said you wanted donuts earlier, so you’ll get some donuts.”

“I didn’t mean the entire store.”

“Shoulda been more specific then.” Toji winks and the smirk on his face grows even wider.

The sky is painted beautiful oranges, pinks, and blues by the time you arrive home. The sun is setting beneath the horizon, under the green land and leaving behind the lights of the city and glitter of the stars dancing in the darkening sky to light the world. For some reason, it’s more… breathtaking than you remembered. You’d often spend time outside as the sun set, thinking nothing of it.

Maybe it was because of today.

Your eyes flicker to your boyfriend and the massive muscles of his arms bulging against the black shirt as he takes everything you’ve bought inside, and you can’t help the flutter in your stomach and the quickening pace of your heart.

Maybe it was because of Toji, and him making your birthday the most special it’s felt in years.

The smile that makes your lips go from ear to ear doesn’t go unnoticed by the black-haired man when he comes back outside. Nor does the sniffle and the backs of your hands wiping away at tears sliding down your cheeks. It makes Toji’s lips pull into a slight frown. This isn’t what he was expecting. Nor what he wanted to see.

He slides an arm around your shoulders, tugging you to his muscled chest.

“You ain’t supposed to be crying, baby,” he mumbles, big hands rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. “Come on. I’m going to start dinner. Shouldn’t be cryin’, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you mumur back, burrowing yourself deeper into his comfort, “but I’m not sad. Thank you Toji. Today has been the best birthday ever.” You stand on your tiptoes and press a sweet kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

He stills, eyes widened slightly in surprise. You don’t make anything of it until the moment comes where you try and break free of his hold moments later and he doesn’t budge. Your brows furrow, and just as you’re about to ask him if he was okay, he cusses under his breath.

“Fuck it. Megumi can be the ring bearer.”

What he says doesn’t click until he gets down on one knee and pops open a small emerald green box, with a heart-shaped diamond ring nestled inside of it. Your mouth drops open and you feel eyes burn with more tears.

“[Name]—”

“What the actual fuck?”

You both laugh. Toji’s head drops as he sniggers at your foul language upon him getting on one knee; you laugh at yourself, at the reaction that came out of your lips faster than your brain could process.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whisper out, holding back a flood of tears.

“Nah, I’m the one that don’t deserve you. You’re fucking perfect. Who wouldn’t want you?”

You don’t deserve him, but he wants you anyway. Holy shit. This was really happening, wasn’t it? Were you about to say ‘yes’ and have a fiancé? Eventually become a married woman and help your to-be husband raise the sweetest, most adorable boy you’ve ever met? (It’s not like you aren’t already. You’ve heard him call you ‘Mama’ once through a phone call. Toji tried covering it up with a cough; you haven’t brought it up since.)

Toji clears his throat, regaining your attention. When you look down at him again though, he seems more nervous—all his moxie down the drain.

“So… Marry me?”

Your hands cup his cheeks and press your lips to his. He wraps his free arm around your waist, tilts his head to the side slightly and deepens the kiss.

You love him. You absolutely love him. There’s no doubt in your mind that you love him and your heart belongs to him. There’s no one but him by your side in the future you see. Every inch of you belongs to him, and he wants to belong to you just as much.

So, you pull from the kiss and whisper against his lips, “Let’s get married, baby.”

“Fuck yeah.”

You yell out in surprise as he picks you up with one big, strong arm and takes you inside. You wrap your legs around his waist in reaction, desperate to not fall.

But you know Toji wouldn’t ever let you fall. Not in a million years.

“Wanna go to the bedroom first?”

“You horny motherfucker.”

“Only for you.”

“Just put that ring on my finger and cook.”

He sets you on the counter like you’re porcelain. He takes the glimmering ring from the little box and slides it onto your ring finger. A perfect fit. You hadn’t even told him your ring size. His eyes are trained on it for several seconds before he mumbles, “Belongs right there.”

Whatever dessert he makes tonight, nothing will top this moment. This is the cherry on top to the sweetest birthday you’ve ever had. If whatever you went through was to get you here, to meet the man who’s the love of your life, you’d do it all over again.

@heresan here’s the birthday fic 🤭 i’ll get back to you vv soon, the last two days have been wild 👀

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fluff #jjk fluff #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji

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spacexseven · 1 year

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daybreak

NOTE: it's my birthday, and it was about time i shut up and wrote some cute self indulgent ayatsuji content for myself.

yukito's arm around your shoulder is a familiar weight.

just as familiar as the scent of coffee wafting through the room, and the casual meows that greet you when you've been spotted by his cats.

you're curled up into him, your cheek pressed against the warm planes of his chest as you reach out for his hand, placing kisses at the back of it. the television in the corner of the room flickers to life, and he tosses the remote aside, instead reaching out for his kiseru with his free hand. shaky footage of a blood-splattered scene begins playing as bold letters fly across the screen

"freak accident..." yukito hums, eyes glued to the screen, "figures."

"how many cases does this make it now, close to sixty thousand?"

yukito's answering laugh is a sharp, sudden sound, unlike anything you've heard from him. you can feel it in his chest, and in the slight movement in his fingers clasped in yours. his laughter fills you with a fluttering sensation, and you find yourself automatically smiling along. it was nice to see him relax after all this time spent frustrated and constantly occupied.

"you wouldn't have believed that, doll" he says, lips quirking up into a smile, "but you'd be sorely mistaken if you thought I would correct you."

he caught you there—you were curious; for as long as you've known the detective, there are still so many questions you have about him and his work. but all those questions go unanswered, tossed away to the corner the minute yukito shoots you an hesitant look from behind his glasses. still, you think that his eccentricity and the air of mystery he shrouds himself with adds on to his charm, something mesmerizing and wholly unique to him.

you shrug, opting to turn your head and press little kisses into his neck instead. he softly strokes your head in response, and you savor every gentle touch of his. it had been a while since you got to be with him like this, relishing in intimate moments, and completely unbothered about anything else. a pleasant silence envelopes the two of you as you tune out the background noise from the television, and you desperately try to etch the scene in your memory. just you, and yukito—how long had it been since you held him so close?

he leans down with the lingering remnants of a smile, going to press his lips against yours. his lips are warm, and his touch tender where his hands are over your body. your own hands find their way onto his shoulders now, eagerly reciprocating his affection. you think you can die like this, in his arms, overwhelmed by all the love he has for you. it must have only been minutes, but every moment with yukito feels endless.

he pulls away, momentarily taking the sight of you in before readjusting his arms to bring you into a comforting embrace, your chin on his shoulder and his face buried into your neck. the soft strands of his hair tickle where they press against your skin, and his arms tighten around you.

"happy birthday," he whispers, his voice low and soothing.

you shiver ever so slightly when you feel him smile, "your heartbeat just picked up, didn't it? you must be curious to see what i got you. you won't have to look far—your gift is here."

from the corner of your eye, you catch sight of a meticulously made doll, placed carefully on top of his desk. every minute detail—from the color of its eyes to the way its hair fell across its head and even the outfit it had on—was clearly made to resemble you. the clear care and dedication that had been put into it was startlingly clear. next to it, his own doll was seated. you can't hide the smile on your face.

you slowly pull away from the hug, "your powers of observation have failed you, detective," yukito's eyebrow raises slightly as he glances over at you, "i was actually waiting for a birthday kiss."

he blinks slowly, and for a moment, you're caught off-guard by the sight. without his iconic cap and glasses, yukito looks nothing like the infamous detective that fills his targets with fear. he looks softer, somehow, fondness teeming in his eyes. he's almost ethereal like this, pale gold hair messily framing his face and a warm smile on his lips. the only thing he's missing is a halo, you think. the gentle morning light that trails in through the gaps in the curtains illuminates him perfectly, highlighting the bridge of his nose and the light in his eyes. he's a sight you can't take your eyes off.

"what? you mean all that from before wasn't enough for you?" but he's grinning, bright and unbelievably beautiful, and then he leans in again to kiss you, gently pushing you down on the bed.

it's the perfect start to a day; soft rays of sunlight crawling in, a comfortable silence in the air, and the man you love in your arms.

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nancyheart11 · 1 month

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Here we have Daybreak from @ladye-zelda's Linksmeet!

Happy Birthday Ladye, may this handsome lad be a welcome token for your personal sun rotation <3

#nan scribbles #lza daybreak #i love how you did the fun details in the clothes and the hair!#Oooo I had fun shading the hair for this one #I hope you like it!#And this year is the most wonderful of times for you!

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iameliseposts · 2 years

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Little Midnight Rendezvous Lilia x MC

This fic is dedicated to @la-lolita ! Happy birthday hun!! I decided to make a cute banner for you and write a forbidden love AU fic for Lilia since you’d literally lick his ashes-

You’ve always been so supportive of my writing, this was the least I could do for you! You’re one of my closest friends on Tumblr and I hope you have an amazing day! I hope you enjoy bestie!! 💖💖

“We shouldn’t do this!” You whisper against the cold night as the short fae whisks you into the dark night. Hand in hand, your assailant ran in front of you, taking you alongside him further and further away from your home. Although, you couldn’t be far from home when he’s near. The icy air was gliding down your skin, making you chilled to the bone.

Lilia looks back, staring deeply within you, “Oh? Have you not wanted this?” You didn’t reply, how could you reply when he was absolutely right? You bit your bottom lip, as though that would silence your breath and keep you both hidden.

Even when looking at you, he still moves gracefully and quickly. Compared to the elegance that was your fae, you must look spent. Every night, Lilia appears at your window and steals you away. Once the shimmering lights of daybreak appear, he returns you to your room, like the gentleman he is. Parted at dawn, but rejoined at dusk.

You didn’t have a choice, but to have your little midnight rendezvouses. You weren’t allowed to meet under the blurring sun with others’ glaring eyes. It wasn’t allowed, you see. More than not socially exceptional. Lilia was a fae, a well known fae. One loyally dedicated to the royal family. Simply put, he was a man of high power.

High power comes with high affluency. High affluence brings more respect. A fae as respected as Lilia must be seen in a good light by the public. A romance between a fae and a human was deeply frowned upon. You’ve heard stories of lovers being exiled from Briar Valley with nowhere to go. It truly terrifies you of how ruthless Lilia’s country could be, considering how sweet the fae himself was to you.

Yet, every time Lilia shows up at nightfall, you couldn’t resist his charm. This is a dangerous and wild flame of love. It consumes you both and threatens the very life you live. This path you both continue to walk is treacherous at each turn with only one person you could rely on. Each other until the very end. Each morning you repeat, “Don’t come back tonight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You lied. Each morning you told your white lie in a pathetic attempt to prevent harm to Lilia. He didn’t buy it and neither did you if you had to be honest. You wanted him to come each night and the way you avoided meeting eyes when you said your line exposed you. “I shall stop coming when you truly mean that statement.” Lilia replies as he slinks back to his quarters with the revealing light of day. This was a cycle. “Stop coming here! You know what happens if you get caught…” “You still wish to lie straight to me?” “...” Over and over, this conversation occurred.

You both stop running once you came onto a vast flower patch. You’ve been all over since you started seeing Lilia, but nothing beats the beauty of the luminescent beams of the moon shining onto the radiant flowers. These flowers were special. They reflect light which enhances the already alluring petals.

Keeping your hand in his, Lilia pulls you towards him. You crash onto him, nuzzling your face in the corner of his neck. ‘Don’t come back tonight. What a lie.’ Really, it was foolish of you to say. How could you say that after spending all your nights in his warm embrace. Spending all your nights with his lips on yours. Spending all your nights under the moonlight with the love of your soul. What a lie.

“You’re cold.” Lilia states as he wraps his arms around you, like a blanket. You hug your fae, getting all the heat you could from him, “Yeah, it’s kinda cold tonight. It’s getting colder each night. I should have brought a jacket.” Lilia chuckles, deep and mellow, “There is no need for that. You have me after all.” With a snap of his fingers, you felt your skin lose its goosebumps and you felt cozy.

You whisper, tracing invisible patterns with your index finger on his back, “Thank you, my fae.” You felt a hand on the back of your thighs as you got picked up. You were used to Lilia’s antics, so you knew not to be worried. Lilia sat down and placed you onto his lap with your hand on his shoulders.

You couldn’t help, but admire his gorgeous face. You were so entranced by him that you didn’t notice your secret lover was doing the same. It was times like this where your lie was revealed the most. You both didn’t care who saw your display of love. You didn’t love anyone the same way you felt addicted to him. You just loved each other, your fae and Lilia’s human.

Was this forbidden love really so wrong?

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https-furina · 1 year

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✎ the best gift.

ft. kaeya x fem!reader

w.c. 1.3k words

content: fluff, reader does not have a vision, established relationship, this is a little bit more chill because it’s a birthday fic <3

notes: happy birthday vivi ( @lovevivi444 )!! here is some birthday kaeya fluff that i hope isn’t too sickeningly sweet or ooc because i’m not great at writing for kaeya. mwah have a great day my lovely!

waking up it just feels like an average monday morning - of course it does. you’ll roll out of the comforting grips of your bedsheets, stumble to the kitchen and pour coffee into your system like your life depends on it. only then can you venture into the society of mondstadt city, more specifically to the knights of favonius headquarters where you work as a library assistant to lisa. the routine was engraved into every last fibre of your body by now.

there’s a tight feeling on your hips, strong and resisting against your attempts to roll out of bed like you planned. brows knitted, you finally open your eyes. golden light pours in through the cracks of your curtains, insinuating that sunrise had already began its course for the day - crap! you’re late. you try to supress your panicked gasp as you realise, shooting to sit up so quick you have a moment of whiplash.

“give in, will you?” a familiar voice moans sleepily and it’s then you come to your senses that the heavy feeling keeping you locked to your bed is your long term boyfriend, the knights of favonius’ very own cavalry captain (you had questioned him on the cavalry part, he refused to answer.)

“kaeya, i have- no, we have work!” you exclaim softly, aware that your sudden state of being wide awake was not rubbing off on your boyfriend, who is very much barely awake. his eyes are half lidded, hair tussled as he buries his face further into the pillows at the break of harsh light into your bedroom.

“no, we do not,” kaeya huffs, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you back down to lay with him, “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”

you purse your lips as you try to think - clearly he’s right and you have forgotten but you’re too stubborn to outright admit that. he has enough ego without another stroke to it.

“…i have not forgotten…” you mumble as kaeya’s thumb rubs circles into the bare skin of your midriff, exposed from your shirt hitching up when he pulled you down. kaeya quirks an eyebrow and you puff your cheeks, looking away from him.

“love, it’s your birthday,” kaeya says it with an ounce of displeasure, pressing a kiss to your head for a second, “lisa permitted you have the day off.”

your mouth forms the shape of an ‘o’ for a mere second - how fixated on work did you have to be to forget your own birthday?

“that still doesn’t clear your name, you still have to go to work.” you scold, running a hand through soft navy blue locks. kaeya makes a small noise of enjoyment at the feeling of your fingers smoothing along his scalp.

“wow, don’t want me around on your birthday?” kaeya teases, moving his hand up to cup your cheek, “i’ll go to work if my girlfriend is so insistent…”

his voice trails off as he moves to sit up, sheets falling from his body as the warmth of his hand leaves your cheek. you’re quick to whine, hands grabbing at kaeya’s arm in an attempt to anchor him down to bed as he had done with you moments prior. amusement is written all over kaeya’s face and you know he’s basking in having his ego stroked - of course you wanted him around, he’s not stupid. he just wants to hear you say it so he can relish in making you embarrassed.

"stay," you grumble hesitantly, chewing the inner of your cheek. you wish you could slap that smug look off his face, "but can we uh- sleep a little longer?"

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only when daybreak finally disturbs your sleep enough to frustrate you do you rise from the comfort of your bed. kaeya is nowhere to be seen but there's the lingering scent of pancakes wafting through the house - the one that the pair of you shared at the heart of mondstadt. that thought still feels like a fever dream to you. you almost bump into the door frame when you get too lost in thought, kaeya flickering a worried glance in your direction.

"and you talk about my booze problem," he jokes, earning a scowl from you as you arrive at his side. he presses a sultry kiss to your head, "good morning, birthday girl."

"i'm not the one spending my wages at my brother's tavern, i'm sure diluc would like to agree," you muse, flashing a wink in his direction as he scoffs, followed by a chuckle, "did you poison them?"

your question is directed at the neatly decorated pancakes plated on the kitchen table, even topped off with a bouquet of cecilias and windwheel asters in your favourite vase at the centre of the table. kaeya sends you a look, as if warning you to make one more unnecessary (yet playful) dig at him.

"your birthday doesn't give you free bully-your-boyfriend passes." he huffs a little dramatically, pulling your chair out for you - an attempt at a romantic gesture in favour of your birthday. if it was any other day the bickering the two of you have committed to would most likely result in him pulling the chair from under you, only to cradle you moments later on the kitchen floor when you're throwing a tantrum and giving him the silent treatment.

"it should."

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almost the entire day is spent with kaeya whisking you away to the multitude of shops of mondstadt, hiding in the occasional alley when you spot someone from the knights. you scowl at kaeya for skipping work but he merely grins back in tandem with the mischievous sparkle in your boyfriend's eye that never seems to dull.

when kaeya is drained of shopfronts and you've had your fair share of physical gifts - it was his love language after all, as well as endless words of affection - he tugs your hand in the direction of windrise. in the past you had spent a lot of time at windrise, listening to the wind through the leaves above you and watching the windwheel asters spin. kaeya knew you had peace of mind here, away from work, society and the act of socialising.

that's why the cryo vision lays a soft blanket atop the blades of long grass, holding your hand as you lower ono the fabric carefully as to not ruffle it. he admires you as you do so, making sure you don't topple or hurt yourself too drastically. he drinks in the particular way you've styled your hair for your birthday, the light layer of a gloss left on your lips and how your eyes glitter like a sky of a thousand stars when you catch sight of the orange and pink hues of the sunset in the distance.

"still going to scold me for ditching work?" he chuckles as he sits beside you, one of his knees raised and the other straightened in front of him. you roll your eyes, sending him a look but he knows you can't argue back now. you favour quality time, something rare when kaeya gets thrown amidst paperwork and commissions so frequently. some days the only time you see your boyfriend is when you pass in the halls of the headquarters, sharing fleeting glances that you treasure dearly.

you lay your head on his shoulder gently, a small exhale leaving your lips as the sun lowers further. the breeze calms, as if disappearing with the sun. kaeya presses a kiss to your hair, breathing in the familiar, lingering scent of your shampoo that he's so used to breathing in every night.

needless to say, kaeya knows you're cherishing this gift more than any of the others - he has no qualms with this. you could utter that it was the best gift of them all and he'd been ecstatic that you simply loved him that much. all you ever needed was him; his touch, his presence, the rough spots of his hands when he takes his fingerless gloves off. it was almost as if he found a place to belong.

#꒰꒰・♡ soft pillows #https-heizou #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact fluff #genshin fic #genshin impact fanfics

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ladydaybreaker · 2 months

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Bit of an Announcement

A year ago today I posted and finished the last chapter of Memento Nori with the expectation that no one was going to ever want me to continue. That the story was done and over and no one wanted to see more.

Oh boy was I wrong .

I mentioned that I did have a couple chapters of a story that would basically continue on to become What Friends Are For and people started clamoring for it.

I originally was asked by a close friend of mine Izayoi_Drifter on AO3 to make a oneshot of N teaching Uzi to fly as a birthday gift. I then started doing exercises on the characters to make them believable (V you absolute terror I still was fearful of writing you). And then I started writing what would become the fight between Nori and N in chapter 11 of Memento Nori . I got intrigued by the purple spitfire I created based off of the few pictures we saw of her and how Khan talked about her and she literally grabbed me by the hand, yanked me forward with “C’mon, loser, we’re writing.” and so Memento Nori was written. I am…incredibly surprised and incredibly happy that I managed to actually get her spot on from what we saw in Mass Destruction (I just wasn’t expecting her to be ALIVE).

After I started posting What Friends Are For , I reached a dead end…quite literally. As at the time I had just finished up the Home arc and Dead End had just released. I sat there thinking “What the hell am I going to do while I wait for episode 7?” and I looked back to Memento Nori thinking “Y’know…I could write more of her…” and by doing so I started To Stay In Heaven, For Fear of Your Creation and in doing that started the series of Ad Astra, Per Aspera . Which had gone from being just a short story on Nori and a retelling of Home and Dead End (at the time) to being something that spanned from the Lab Experiments of 98.7 to generations after the canon timeline.

And I have you guys to thank.

If you guys hadn’t clamored on Memento Nori to see the oneshot turned seven chapters turned retelling of canon, then Ad Astra would not exist. I wouldn’t have found my enjoyment of writing these cute little robots with trauma and murdery tendencies, I wouldn’t have met my friends that have helped my writing improve and helped me find voices for characters that I never cared for or had difficulty writing. I wouldn’t have cried, have fretted, have worried, have cheered, have whooped and hollered over the little things of me being right in my theory crafting.

So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

As a thank you and in honor of Memento Nori being a year old, I’ve completely revamped the story so that it better fits with the “canon” of Ad Astra . If you’ve read it already, that’s awesome! I’m glad you liked it in its not-as-polished-as-everything-else state haha. It’s always been a source of annoyance to me that it was the ‘weakest’ of the series because it was the oldest and done without any info on the Cabin Fever things. My writing was shaky there and I…want to say I’ve improved but I’ll leave that for people to say.

I know the series is ending. I am a bit sad of it, but that means that I can do what I want with the story after haha. With Episode 8, the finale, coming up in two weeks, I am a bit nervous of what it’ll entail. I will admit that there will likely be very little that makes it into What Friends Are For . But, I still want to try and incorporate that. Now, when I get there in Cross the Jaded Stars …uhhhh yeah that might be canon. We’ll see.

I’m a sucker for happy endings after all.

But, all in all…I just wanted to thank you guys. And because some people don’t read authors notes, I wanted to make it a whole thing so y’all could see it. Thank you for sticking with me on this wonderful ride. You’re not getting rid of me that easily, I’ve still got more stories to tell after all :)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

-Lady Daybreaker

#memento nori #ad astra per aspera #cross the jaded stars

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spyxfamilyanalysis · 2 months

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Spy × Family analysis (English)

Analyzing the anime's all episodes with English subtitles~

I decided to do an observation & analysis of the currently famous anime Spring 2022 SPY × FAMILY. After my previous-of-previous-of-whatever-previous post, I continued watching the episodes, started thinking about analyzing them, and see if there are any spoilers or interesting facts.

This main post consists of: analysis of full episodes; facts & opinions about chapters & series, characters, ships (if possible); forms to support blog's activity (currently closed); my arts including my OCs, S×F characters (if possible); answers for ask box; help requests & instructions, and other stuffs.

Spy × Family: Season 1, 2, and Movie

Episodes/ Missions:

Season 1: 25 episodes: 1-25

Season 2: 12 episodes: 26-37

Operation Strix [part 1] [part 2.1] [part 2.2] [part 2.3]

Secure a Wife [part 1] [part 2.1] [part 2.2]

Prepare for the Entrance Exam

Interview for the Prestigious School

Pass or Fail

Operation Buddy-Buddy

Target: The Second son

The Counter-Secret Police Cover Operation

Show Off How in Love You Are

The Great Dodgeball Plan

Stella

Penguin Park

Project Apple

Disarm the Time Bomb

A New Family Member

Yor's Kitchen/ The Informant's Great Romance Plan

Carry Out the Griffin Plan/ Fullmetal Lady/ Omelet Rice ❤️

Uncle the Private Tutor/ Daybreak

A Revenge Plot Against Desmond/ Mother Becomes the Wind

Investigate the General Hospital/ Decipher the Perplexing Code

Nightfall/ First Fit of Jealousy

Underground Tennis Tournament: The Campbelldon

The Unwavering Path

The Role of a Mother and Wife/ Shopping with Friends

First Contact

Follow Mama and Papa

Bond's Strategy to Stay Alive/ Damian's Field Research Trip

Mission and Family

The Pastry of Knowledge/ The Informant's Great Romance Plan II

Plan to Cross the Border

The Fearsome Luxury Cruise Ship

Who Is This Mission For?

The Symphony Upon the Ship

The Hand That Connects to the Future

Enjoy the Resort to the Fullest/ Bragging About Vacation

Berlint in Love/ Nightfall's Daily Life

Part of the Family

Movie: Spy × Family Code: White (Japan: December 22, 2023, theatrical release in the United States (and the rest of North America): April 19, 2024)

Facts & Opinion: first announcement, second announcement, (1), (2), (3), (4), spoilers for (5), (5) Twilight/ Loid Forger (Part 1), (6), (7) Twilight/Loid Forger (Part 2), Chapter 96 opinion, Chapter 97 & 98 (Part 1), Chapter 103, spoilers for (8)

Google forms: Spy x Family analysis: A small survey, SPY x FAMILY: Questions of choices~

Arts: Christmas 2022 Thank you 37 followers, Christmas 2023 (main blog), Update my OC as spies (Spoilers), Spoilers OCs: hair colors, Post before official art coming out, OC art spies+Bonus, (Not art) funny meme (?), Happy birthday to me (18), OC doodles

Votes: Anya Forger or the Garden, OC art spy edition, Spoilers OCs: hair colors

Help request: Drafts posts & Art collaborations!!!

Instructions if you can't click the links above, Sh*tpost abt the instruction

Ask box: The Desmonds and Project + addition in reblog

Some important news that might affect my future

I have added the link of the posts above so you can look for them much easier. Moreover, please check other reblog posts from other Spy × Family fans as they also go deep in the anime and manga and "contribute" to the Anime World of Art with amazing artworks of Spy × Family.

Thank you for 105 followers everyone!~

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Author(me)'s words: Don't worry, I don't change anything much from the pin post. I just remake it, since there are some weird errors (?) when I tried to update and change the pin post (I posted it on June 21 2022)

-> Pin post Vietnamese version

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spextr1m · 7 months

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Emery Rivera birthday (headcanons)

A/N: Today is Emery Rivera's birthday (Daybreak character) and this is how I headcanon/imagine for them

He and Amari would match MLP T- shirts and watch marathons

I've would imagine Emery is type of person who listens random songs and didn't have preference but memorize ALL of the MLP songs INCLUDING fan songs

His favorite will be Fluttershy's Lament

Will do magic tricks for his birthday

When there's gifts, Emery will BE extremely happy and WOULD cherish those things

- If its MLP collection items, he'll IMMEDIATELY went "YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" on the collection but if it's collector's item, he'll be so ecstatic

Personally his cake will be MLP design

Cue Amari panicking whenever Emery will pull out dangerous magic trick

(That's all I can think of ;)) )

#headcanons #daybreakroblox #daybreakrobloxheadcanons #imagines #roblox daybreak #Emery Rivera #Amari Taymiyyah

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moss-bride · 5 months

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You make me want to believe in love: chapter 13

The ball

Anguish and her positive attitude rise as the date nears until finally it's today and she's beaming with an unnatural levity. Layering diamond rings and bracelets to her fingers and spending hours at the mirror.

It's off-putting to witness her demeanor change to a more happy demeanor. He tells her it's because he hasn't hunted in a long time. To which she restrains the urge to snap that it is her being hunted as a form of entertainment

Nerves eat her alive. Like thousands of fire ants under her skin, swarming into her toes. No amount of makeup and assisting maids can ease the awareness that comes with traversing outside the Palace of sorrows.

It especially rears its head when They finish her off and plop the ears on her head along with a sewn belt to mimic a cotton ball tail. The fur is white and pairing with her flowing fabric.

They are assured together on a carriage, carried to their destination, looking out the window there is no one in the streets, which is unusual. Where are the drunken dogs of the street?

As they arrive, interlocking arms Anguish assures her like he always does when they traverse the city together. “I'll be right here at your side, agent do not worry.”

Her jaw clenches and she nods. Reminding herself that if her plan for today works this will be the last time she is put on the for him.

The once sterile environment that was White's home is decorated in a way to give a Romantic air. Perfume so harsh she can taste the lily of the valleys that reside on each table.

Many guests linger at the doorway playing a round of pool and having a laugh. Trumpets announce their arrival and announcer shouts with multiple mouths. “Our Lord the first stage, mistress of misery and count of sorrow!”

The people clap and whistle as they join them. Demons, that they are. And she is a mortal burning in their midst with the devil holding her arm.

It's difficult not to bump into other bodies. She tries not to step on anyone's trail- or tail for that matter.

She casts her gaze above the crowd and on the third floor. Reserved for those guests of higher rank, plopped there on those fancy thrones are the three lords. “Your friends are here.”

“Indeed they are, let's go greet them.” he fixes his collar. She grips his arm tighter as they turn to watch them approach. Yellow leans over to whisper into Red's ear and he laughs in response. What's so funny? She doesn't want to know.

The clink of glass cups and shuffle of voices enjoying themselves. “You made it! Me and Yellow weren't sure if our choosing your lover would turn you off the whole party. “

“How could she refuse such an honor? It'll be funny. Plus I doubt any of you will be able to catch her. She's a fast runner.”

Red turns to question her. “Oh?”

“I placed first place in a track team in college.” she says

Yellow reaches down from her incredible height to brush away a strand of hair from her cheek without asking for permission. He twirls her rabbit head band between his golden fingers.

Yellow adds. “Even more tantalizing. A real challenge.”

Red undoes her braid and plucks them out of the tie. They pet and coo from above. Ruffling the hem of her sleeves. Undoing Giorgia’s hard work.

“It looks just as good as I thought. Though you should have kept the screws in. Wouldn't want it to fall off. ” White nods in agreement.

Black nudges her sharply, jolting her whole body with his kick. She forces a bright voice. “Thank you.”

Yellow says to Anguish, hands still buried deep at the roots of her scalp. “You spend too much time up in your tower. We were debating who would drag you out.”

The four share a chuckle.

The king is wrapped in a glass chamber able to see all the happenings. Yet those with him are subdued and little in number.

When she was a young girl her family had birthday parties inviting the entire neighborhood. The celebrations would dissolve into people drinking heavily onto daybreak and there would always be a room chosen to put sleeping infants in (often it would be her bed) the adults would carry on.

He is said infant in this analogy.

She bows her head and does a curtsey . Mentally departing from the conversation. Just standing there waiting in boredom for them to finish the discussion.

Anguish interrupts them. “If you'd excuse us, “

He smooths down her hair from the mess they made. “Cara mia? A dance?”

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20 things I love about Ash Lynx. 🌅❤️‍🔥🦁🎂🎉

It's the 12th of August.

Ya know what that means?

It's a big huge loving Happy Birthday to our Ash!!!!!

For his birthday, I wanted to write something, so here's a very appreciative appreciation post for my favourite character of all time.

Here's just 20 reasons I love him with all my heart and soul.

1. His birth name. Aslan Jade Callenreese. His mum (or maybe just Yoshida being Yoshida) even made up "Aslan" to mean dawn/daybreak in hebrew when it actually means lion in turkish. However I like to interperet that, similar to a lion's mane, the sun shimmers with a golden light, and that's what his old lady meant when she named him Aslan to supposedly mean dawn.

2. His hair is also golden and reminds me of a lion's mane! And it's long. I love men with long hair!

3. His inner child. Ash has always been childish at heart and his most treasured memories are his childhood with Griffin. I love that as he opens up to Eiji, he starts showing his childish side more and more too.

4. His fear of pumpkins 🤭 mf is scared of a vegetable for christ sake!!! What a goofy thing to be afraid of. Cute though.

5. His jokes. Shit like telling Eiji to go watch Sesame Street, or being given an inkblot test at the hospital, the researcher asking what the inkblot sheet looks like, and he responds "Your wife". Countless examples of this cheeky fucker's one liners!

6. Speaking of which, that attitude he has. He's brutally honest, never backs down, says it like it is, and is unfiltered. He's smart whilst cutting the bullshit.

7. He knows how to lead, he sets goals clearly and he's strong and unwavering whilst not being outright cruel.

8. His fiery energy, especially being a Leo (more lion theming hehe) he's sucha a passionate person and that's a trait I both relate to and admire.

9. He remains loyal to his friends, through thick and thin, and even tries to understand people he has a bias against (Max for example, before they became like father and son.)

10. Despite being a gang leader, he does genuinely care for human life and doesn't like people dying for no good reason. Man's got morals.

11. His perseverance. Despite the cruel world trying to tear him apart time and time again in every possible way, he carried on with his investigation and his fight because he knew it was the right thing.

12. His intelligence! The dude can write advanced essays on politics and science and he does so for actual useful research reasons, not just to be a smartass.

13. He's the kind of person who drinks milk straight out of the jug. No, seriously. Look at this:

Absolute madlad.

14. His fashion sense! I love his denim jackets, his hoodies, his ripped jeans, even that plain boring ass white shirt he loves to wear so much!

15. He agrees with me that beans are fucking gross. I don't blame him at all for being so petty about natto!

16. He's canonically bisexual. (This isn't debatable, his two canon crushes are Eiji and a girl he liked when he was 14. If you insist he's gay or straight you can get your biphobic ass outta here.) It means a lot to me as a bi person to have that sort of representation, plus it explains a lot of things, like the aforementioned hoodies and denim jackets (big same!).

17. He's the kinda guy who sits to read a good book. I'm kinda envious of his habit to read things that aren't just from a screen, but I also really want him to read to me. Storytelling podcast with Ash Lynx anyone?

18. His relationship with Eiji. They bring out the best in each other. Eiji helps Ash open up and express the emotions, good and bad, within him, whilst Ash inspires and helps out Eiji to get stronger, more independent, and more confident in himself and his abilities. Easily my favourite relationship of all time. They compliment each other perfectly and are so lucky to have each other.

19. His kindness and protectiveness towards children. He of course had a lot of respect and fondness towards Skip, and inspired Max and Jessica to become better parents to little Michael. He knows how vulnerable kids can be, and wants to protect them from violence and abuse. I love that he refuses to let these vicious cycles of parental neglect and child abuse continue.

20. His ability to love beyond all else. Love is what motivated him to save his friends and allies, take revenge for his brother and others he lost, and protect people from atrocities. Despite everything he went through Ash was, is and always will be that loving playful, childish at heart boy who cares for his loved ones beyond all comprehension. His love for Eiji and his friends expands beyond the universe.

And that folks, is just 20 reasons why I love Ash from the deepest part of my spirit. He has inspired me in so many ways that I cannot even begin to go into right now, but just know thar he is an absolutely incredible character with such an important impact.

Thank you, Aslan. I love you so so much and I hope you have an amazing day in Japan with your husband. 💕💖💞💗

#banana fish #ash lynx #aslan callenreese #aslan jade callenreese #asheiji #my man #my boy #my husband #THE guy #the birthday boy #my favourite person #the one who sets fire to my heart and soul #the character I would do anything for #*insert a million billion trillion other positive connotations here*

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