#i have so many things in my mind ehehe

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lads a script is being written!!!

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❍ ‗ Tough Work - Bang Chan ‗ ❍

Pairing : Bang Chan x f Reader

Summary : Bang Chan gets his plans ruined yet again by a late notice schedule and he's pissed. His friends call his girlfriend to the rescue to calm him down before he punches his laptop.

Word count : 3.2k

Warnings/tags : a little angst at the beginning, Chan is an emotional mess, swear words, smut (ONLY 18+), sex on a desk chair, unprotected sex (don't be silly goofy y'all), use of pet name baby, baby girl.

A/n : I had some inspo (not gonna tell you eheh) + it's the holiday season so yeah why not! Let's slut the holidays away🤣🙏🏻 merry Xmas pookies 🤎Also be KIND it's my first full written fic since like...august or sumn

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ps: No Beta'd. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy!

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 When Hyunjin called you, it definitely came as a surprise. It was around five pm and you were doing absolutely nothing except chill on the couch watching a movie on your (very deserved) days off for the holidays. Until the phone suddenly rang, making you curious as you saw the name calling. Especially since you thought you heard Chan, your boyfriend, saying that they were working today.

'Hello?'

'Hey, yn, hi. Are you busy right now?' your friend's voice sounded slightly defeated as he answered, even though you could tell he was trying to play it off.

'Hyune, hi. No, I'm not, what's up? Is everything okay?' you sat straight, listening carefully.

'Yes and no. Listen, we got some late notice from the company and now Chan hyung is pissed. Like very pissed.' you frowned as he sighed, 'But mostly he's upset. And I know for a fact that the only thing that can calm him down it's you. Would you mind maybe coming over?'

You and Chan were supposed to meet at your apartment to have dinner together later, despite that you didn't even think twice before getting up and walking to your room to change quickly.

'Yes, got it. Don't worry, I'll be there in 10.'

-

You didn't bother getting ready properly, with a full on makeup and hair done, or a carefully picked out outfit. Usually you'd have some decency going out, even just for meeting your friends. But right now you didn't have the time, nor the mood for it.

Hyunjin didn't give too many details, but since he mentioned a late notice schedule, you probably imagined that it would mess with your and Chan's plans for New Year's. It was not the first time that it happened unfortunately, but then again, it was his work. He couldn't truly help it, and you knew that it upset him.

You put on a gray wool oversized dress, some pantyhose, a padded jacket and a beanie, after quickly fixing your hair slightly. Then you grabbed your bag and before you knew it, you were in your car driving to the boys' dorm.

-

Like you predicted, around ten minutes later you arrived and opted on sending Hyunjin a text instead of ringing the bell. He immediately came to answer the door and gave you a quick hug and a small smile.

'Changbin is not home. Me and Jisung are going out for a while, okay? Let me know when the threath has been doomed.' he joked, just as you waved to Jisung who was wrapping a big scarf around his neck. He smiled back and hugged you too.

'Thank you, yn. He wouldn't hear us out at all, so we decided to call you.' he said. You shook your head slightly as you took off the beanie.

'It's okay. I'm sorry that you guys probably also had some plans spoiled.' you responded. They both had a sweet yet quite defeated expression on as you switched places, them on the doorstep on their way out and you on your way in.

'Ah, It's alright. It's out job after all. Take your time, alright?' Hyunjin replied, and you nodded with a small smile before they closed the door behind them.

You sighed, mentally preparing to try and not look too disappointed. You were, of course, but now it wasn't about you. And besides, the last thing you would've wanted was to make Chan feel more guilty.

You made your way down the corridor to his room, which was pretty much silent. You knocked on the door gently, and just after a couple of seconds your boyfriend showed up. He was wearing a black hoodie, gray tracksuit pants and his big headphones. His face looked tired, serious and there was the slightest hint of red in his eyes.

His expression switched fast as soon as he realized it was you at the door and not one of his roommates, which had already taken turns in trying to comfort him and calm him down. He even had a small argument with Changbin, hence why he had to leave the house before they started shouting names at each other.

'Yn? What- weren't we supposed to meet later? Did I loose track of time-?' he quickly glanced down at the time on his phone, taking off the headphones with one hand and discarding them on his bed. The wallpaper being a sweet picture of you too making yout heart shrink a bit.

'Channie, hi baby. No, it's okay, you didn't. A little bird told me you needed some cheering up.' you smiled sweetly at him as you brought your hands up to stroke his arms.

He scoffed, releasing himself from your grip gently, just to walk back and plop down on his big plush desk chair.

'Which one of those fu-...ah, I don't even care. I assume that they told you, then?' he sighed heavily, stopping himself from curing at his friends. You walked closer, taking off your bag and jacket, placing them on the clothes hanger behind the door.

'Don't be mad. They did it because they care about you enough to not see your hair turn white from stress before your time.' you tried to lighten up the mood, but it didn't seem to work as he just proceeded to put his head down in between his hands.

Your smile fell, taking a deep breath, understanding that he really needed some time to get out his feelings first.

'Just about a late notice schedule. Nothing more, but I assume that it's for New Year's. Is that why you're so upset?' you scrunched down in frot of him, your hands placed on his knees.

He waited a few seconds before speaking, his voice low and quite monotone. 'We got two Japan schedules for the 31st and the 1st. But we have to leave on the 29th. And we'll probably not going to be back before the 2nd. Just in time for our already pre paid and organized planes to be canceled. Of fucking course.' his tone getting sharper as he spoke.

You stroked his thigh gently to comfort him, 'I'm sorry, baby. I know you were looking forward to a few days off.' you responded. He shook his head, frowning as he sat up straight.

'Fuck the days off. I can have days off all year. I was looking forward to spending at leas one fucking holiday with my girlfriend, in peace in a nice luxury cabin in the middle of damn nowhere.' he ranted angrily, before pausing for a second and giving you a quick look. 'It's me the one who should be sorry.'

'But it's not your fault, Chan. It's work, you have schedules and many times they may not be planned. That's how it works for many other jobs too, think about it.' you try to reason, once again taking his hands into your stroking them.

'It's the third time in four months. First it was your birthday, then Christmas, and now New Year's. It's starting to stress me out. Isn't it stressing you out?' he asked, frowning. You sighed.

'What do you want me to say? 'Chris this is too much, you're always busy with stuff that's out of your control so I'm leaving you'? Is that what you want to hear?' your tone slightly more stern. You weren't mad, but his constant throwing himself under the bus was bothering you. He widened his brown eyes, squeezing your hands slightly.

'No! What? Of course not. I was just-' you stood up straight, shushing him.

'Then stop with that shit. We can reschedule later. I don't give a fuck whether it is December 31st or April, or whatever. I'll be happy to spend time with my boyfriend and that's it. Okay? Stop beating yourself up about it.' your voice got warmer. He leaned forward, resting his head on your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you close.

'Still. Im sorry that I keep disappointing you. You deserve better.' the last sentence made you snap so you pushed him back slightly, making him look up at you.

'Oi, don't say shit like that. It's not true.' the little oi clearly being his Aussie influence.

'You are better. You're the best. Don't ever say that, because it's not true. I love you.' you cradled his face in your hands. His big brown eyes looking up at you so sweetly.

'Am I though?' he said sadly. Always doubting himself, you sighed internally.

'Yes you are.' you planted a kiss on his lips, trying to lighten up the mood 'Besides, you know that I'm too honest. If you were being shitty to me I'd tell you. Well, I'd tell your friends first and then you. Just to add that bit of embarrassment.' you shrinked your eyes jokingly, finally getting a chuckle out of him.

That made you smile in return, as you kept caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. He looked up at you again, shaking his head slightly with a small smile on his face. 'What?' you said cutely.

'I love you so much. I wonder what did I do to deserve you.' you smiled sweetly at him before switching again, and clicking your tongue.

'Getting sappy here, Christopher' you released his face, about to turn around to go get your phone, just to shoot a quick message to Hyunjin reassuring that the situation was handled, but chan grabbed your hand making you turn around.

He laughed, smirking up at you slightly. 'Hey, come back here' you chuckled, letting yourself be dragged back. You were now standing in between his legs, him still sitting on his big desk chair.

'You need something?' you joked. 'Just my girl. Right here. Close to me.' your smile turned into a smirk, as your hands started to wander on his shoulders.

'I am close.' his hands came up to your waist then down to your hips, pushing you more into him, your faces close.

'Closer' you carefully straddled him, your arms around his neck.

'Enough?' he chuckled faintly, his lips grazing your neck and then whispering 'Never' into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

'Greedy boy' you teased 'I can get even more greedy. Will you let me?' he looked back at you, the slightest hint of humor in his voice, but his eyes were telling a different story.

'Yes' you respondeded without a doubt. 'Go ahead. Do whatever you want. I know you need it.' at that point he crashed his lips to yours, immediately starting a passionate kiss. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders as his hands pressed your hips down to his crotch.

At that point your dress had already pooled around your hips, so the only thing separating you two were your pantyhose and panties, aside from his own pants. As you continued kissing and grinding, he got hard quite quickly.

One of his hands were holding you close to him while the other wandered under the dress and then straight to the hem of the pantyhose and the panties.

'Off' he mumbled in between kisses, so you carefully stood up, a little dazed from the heat of the moment and quickly discarded them both at the same time. Chan also got up to get rid of his own pants and underwear, and then reprised to kiss you.

He tried to lead you to the bed, but you stopped him 'No, I want to ride you there' you slowly pushed him back on the chair, his gaze not leaving you for a single moment.

'Fuck baby' he cursed, before widening his eyes for a moment 'Wait let me close the door-' you pushed him back again, shooting him a smirk.

'Relax, baby. Hold on' you went to close the door, turning the lock for safety, even though you knew that most likely none of the members would've stepped back into the house unless you told them to.

'Need you so bad, c'mere' he grabbed your hand, almost making you stumble into him. You chuckled, straddling him again. He wetted his fingers slightly with some spit before his hand went straight to stroke your slit. You moaned into his neck, as you kept your knees raised at his sides to allow him access.

'So wet already' he teased, making you groan and hump his hand more.

'You made me go out in the cold and interrupt a good movie. Now get to work, Christoper.' you complained, erupting a chuckle from him.

'Okay, okay.' he surrendered, I'll warm you back up real quick, baby girl' at that point he lined up his hard cock with your pussy, gathering some wetness before helping you sink down on him. You both moaned deeply, mumbling some curses.

'Fuck, Channie...so big' he hummed while kissing your neck as his hands supported the back and forth movement of your hips. You started kissing as your hips kept on going faster, then slower again, then going in circles.

After a while though, Chan seemed to notice you trying to get more stimulation to your slit, so he decided to take matter in his own hands.

'Wait, baby, hold on' he interrupted the kiss and grabbed the hem of your dress, taking it off of you and throwing it on the carpet nearby. The fact that you weren't wearing a bra was a pleseant surprise.

'No bra? Naughty girl' he smirked, making you laugh faintly. He attached his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking and licking, while he played with the other with his pointer and thumb.

'Ah-' you moaned as he grazed the nipple with his teeth lightly, 'Wait, you too' you said, this time being you to take his hoodie off. In the meantime your pussy kept grinding on his dick, a bit more lazily since your knees were kinda starting to ache a bit.

Chan seemed to remember what he wanted to do before getting distracted by your tits, so he stopped once again 'Turn around baby. Want to touch you properly' he said sweetly as he helped you change positions.

You were now sitting with your back pressed to his chest, one of his hands grabbing your breast and the other working on your clit. He was making you feel so good that your mind was starting to get a little fuzzy, your hips grinding on his cock and his fingers mindlessly.

'Yeah, just like that. So good for me, baby' he whispered into your ear, his nose pressed to the side of your head, 'Such a good fuckig girl for me' he kissed your hair, your head, your neck.

'C-Chan, baby, m' close' you whined, one of your hands covering his one on your breast, while the other was between his hair desperately holding on for dear life.

'I know baby, I know' he sped up, pounding you so quick and deep that you were seeing stars, 'Come for me, c'mon. So beautiful' he groaned.

'My beautiful, patient, amazing girl' his fingers applying some more pressure, 'Really don't deserve you' the last phrase so quiet that your fucked out mind almost didn't catch it. Almost.

'C-chan, oh my god' your back arched, moaning out his name as you came. His rythm gradually slowed down, but his thrusts were still sharp and deep.

'Come inside me, baby. Wanna feel you, need to feel you, please' you pleaded, grabbing his jaw to kiss him. He moaned into your mouth, and after a few more sharp thrusts, you felt him coming inside you.

'Yes, that's it, so good' you cooed, giving little kisses on his mouth 'Love you so much' you whispered. He smiled slightly in the kiss, hugging you tight. You moved around, getting more comfortable but still hugging each other tight and cuddling. You were left in a comfortable silence for a while.

'I heard that, you know.' you said softly, his gaze pointing down at you as his fingers still delicately caressed your arm.

'What do you mean?' he asked. You didn't look at him, concentrating on playing with his hands.

'You know exactly what I mean. Stop saying that. I mean it. I love you, and I know that you love me. There must be a reason why we're together and we work. So stop getting into your own head' your eyes locking with his. 'Promise?'

He chewed on his plump lip, definitely feeling guilty that he got scolded yet again. Naked, on his bedroom chair, after some mind blowing sex and a whole lot of feelings. In the end he sighed, nodding and planting a longing kiss on your head.

'Good. Now get me a blanket or something, I'm fucking freezing.' he laughed, bumping his head gently to yours jokingly. Then he helped you get off him and opened one of the closet's drawers and grabbed a fuzzy blanket.

'Wait for me a second, I'll get something to clean up.' he told you as he quickly put his hoodie and pants back on. You nodded as he exited the bedroom. Wrapped up in the blanket, you searched for your phone in your bag. When you found it you quickly dialed Hyunjin's number, who picked up after just a couple of rings.

'Hello?' you could hear some noise in the background, so you assumed that they were maybe in a bar or something.

'Everything's fine.' you said, sitting down to wait for Chan to come back.

'Oh, I'm glad. I knew you would make him reason' just as he said that, you clearly heard Jisung yelling 'Are you done fucking or what' with some laugh erupting.

'Oh my Gosh' you replied, embarassed while you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

'Shit! Yn, I'm so sorry about that. This motherfucker is just jealous you're getting some' he chuckled, as you heard Jisung saying something along the lines of 'Fuck you'.

'Hyunjin!' you scolded him, not being able to not laugh. They laughed.

'Sorry, sorry. We'll be back in an hour or so, bye!' and he hung up.

'You know, I would've betted on Jisung, because he's a nosy fucker.' you got startled by Chan's voice. He closed the door behind him again and scrunched down in front of you, gently helping you clean up with a warm damp towel.

'But he only talks behind people's back. Should've known it was Hyune.' he sighed. You smiled, messing with his hair.

'C'mon. You should be thankful. You started off wanting to punch a hole in the wall and now look at you'. you teased. He smirked, getting up and discarding the towel in the dirty clothes basket.

'Yeah, the power of pussy I guess' your mouth went slack, as you threw at him your previously discarded panties. He caught them, laughing hard at your outraged reaction.

'Oh so that's what I am to you, uh? Good to know, Christopher' you feigned annoyance and dramatically crossed your legs, looking away from him.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' he laughed, coming close to grab your had in between his hands and kissing you. 'You know It's not true. Well, not only-' you gasped in shock again as he threw his head back laughing.

'You little-'

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That's it folks! I know it was quite a rollercoaster, but hopefully decent nonetheless. Until next time <3

[tender-rosiey]

“JUST LOSE CONTROL, LOVE”

— gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna, toji being obsessed with you (gn!r)

a/n: ehehe, I hope you guys like this <33 (a bit suggestive ✨)

SATORU GOJO:

“satoru, what’re you?—“

you’re cut off as he pushes you against the wall. his eyes are glossed over and his breathing is heavy, “I am hanging on by a thread, y/n…”

only one thing is on his mind, it seems.

he takes a hold of your chin and makes you look at him, “i was never completely sane to begin with…but you’re going to make me get rid of the remains of it.”

his gaze is intense, and you genuinely wished that he had his blindfold on. your knees feel weak, but your hand cups his cheek, nonetheless, “and…what’s wrong with that?”

he lets out a raspy chuckle, “quite the temptress,” he picks you up and his lips find their place on your neck.

you fist his shirt, and try to hold back any sound from coming out. you feel him smirk against your skin with a murmur, “look who’s holding back now.”

“you live in my mind,” he mumbles as he trails kisses along your neck and shoulders and you quiver at his touch.

he pulls back and pecks your lips, but it is far from innocent. he has a devilish grin on his face as he nears your ear and whispers, “I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”

KENTO NANAMI:

another mission was completed by the kids successfully and they partied; however, gojo had a thought of hosting another party for the adults. consider it unwinding.

naturally, you were invited. you were very proud of the kids and were eager to attend the second party. honestly, you didn’t think anything would happen today, especially making out with nanami, the cool and collected man.

“nanami, people…” you whisper, but he doesn’t relent, lips kissing yours time after time.

he tilts your chin up, “forget about them; focus on me.”

he probably feels your grip weakening as he picks you up and seats you on the counter, “everyone is lost in their world.”

he, gently but firmly, squeezes your hips and pulls you to him once again, “so what’s wrong with us doing the same?”

he smirks lightly, something unfamiliar but very welcome, “plus its not like I can stop, dearest.”

he caresses your cheek, “you’re simply irresistible, my love,” a kiss on the cheek, “divine,” a kiss on the neck, “gorgeous,” a kiss on the shoulder, “I would need the utmost strength to resist you.”

he lets out a breath as he looks you in the eye and nears your face, “and I am a weak man.”

SUGURU GETO:

your husband’s descent into madness, thankfully, didn’t translate into how he treats you. he is always gentle and playful.

sometimes, though, that madness shows in some things. you can’t say that they don’t excite you.

for example, right now, suguru has yet to detach himself from you as he kisses you. his kisses are gentle but a little unhinged. they are soft but just a tiny bit rough.

one hand wanders while the other one doesn’t leave your waist.

he is desperate and can’t help but want to feel every inch of you.

“suguru,” you try to calm him down and to steady yourself but to no avail. he doesn’t relent, each kiss more eager than the former.

on the other hand, you just can’t compete against him.

specially as he smirks and he kisses your neck, “abandon rationality, honey,” his lips graze your neck as he speaks.

you don’t respond and you feel him chuckle and he looks up at you with lovesick eyes, “crazy suits you anyway.”

you hold onto his shoulders as he connects your lips once again. the passion flows from him and you feel so tempted to join him on the other side.

so you do.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

“my king,” you murmur as you stroke his hair.

“hm?” he grumbles as he looks up at you. His head is on your lap, and he was minutes away from dozing off.

you chuckle lightly and your hands, involuntarily, stop their movements. he doesn’t like it so he sits up and glares at you, “why did you stop?”

you pinch his cheek—one of the many privileges you have—and whisper close to this face, “I think you’re enraptured by me, my king.”

he laughs a hearty laugh that surprises you. It shakes his entire body, “me? enraptured by you?”

his hand cradles your head and pulls you towards him. he has a menacing grin on his face as he says, “then that makes you obsessed with me, doll.”

you smirk and place a kiss on his lips, “it’s a mutual obsession, my king.”

“at least do it properly.”

sukuna is rough and possessive. his hold on you is firm and you know he won’t let go.

you think that he wants to corrupt you, with the way he is kissing you and giving you no time to think about anything but him.

he fails to realize that you’re already corrupted as he is by you.

TOJI FUSHIGURO:

“mister toji, pleasure seeing you again,” you greet as said man enters your office, again.

he chuckles, “why the formality? I thought we were closer than that, boss.”

you quirk an eyebrow and reply swiftly, “we’re in my workplace; such formality is expected and needed especially for you, sir.”

“I like it when you call me that,” he chuckles.

“have you done what I asked of you?” you try and change the subject.

“who do you take me for, doll face?”

You smile humorlessly, “you’re in a good mood today, considering the nicknames and everything.”

he merely looks at you with eyes filled by hidden desire, something you’ve learned to notice from a mile away.

he takes a hold of your hand, “let’s take this somewhere.”

“toji no.”

he pays you no mind as he pulls you to the closet and locks the door.

you whisper-shout, “what’re you doing?!”

“nothing you won’t like,” he responds smugly.

“but you can’t just take me away like that!”

he places his finger on your lip, smirk never leaving his face. he holds your face and says, “cross the boundaries; they weren’t even there to begin with,”

you don’t get to respond as he smashes your lips together. his hand rests firmly on your neck and deepens the kiss.

you hold onto his shoulder weakly and he pulls back and chuckles.

“isn’t easier…to just give in?”

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[mobbu-min]

☆ Pretty Boy ☆

(ft. the vice housewardens)

requested by anon: the pretty boy hcs were so cuteee 😭💕 would you be able to do those for the vice leaders as well?

and

@crienosaur and @donuelle

a/n: i feel like this is all over the place, but i really enjoyed lilia's part. imma try to get the first years part out soon. also idk for the longest time i thought that jade and floyds last name was tweel and honestly idk where i got that from :/

characters: trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jade leech, jamil viper, rook hunt, ortho shroud (platonic) and lilia vanrouge

!tw! insecurities, grammar mistakes im too lazy to fix again

Trey Clover <3

⋆ a deep chuckle came from Trey's chest. He may look unaffected but judging by the way his shaky hands cover his rosy cheeks tells a different story.

⋆ He's used to people thinking not much of him tbh. Trey knows he's considered attractive, he has a nice face, a nice body and a nice personality.

⋆ Nice, that's all he is. That's all he's ever been told. Not once has he ever looked at himself and thought pretty. Not a single time

⋆ But the way you sighed it out had him second guessing himself. Had him looking in the mirror and noticing a ton of things about himself he's never seen before.

⋆ Has his eyelashes always been so long? Lips so full and soft? Cheeks flushed a soft peach hue and kissed by the particles of the sun?

⋆ Trey, like many others, doesn't understand how you got to this conclusion at first. But maybe, for once, he'll be fine with being called something other than nice. 

⋆ Trey will happily settle for pretty.

"Hey there, Prefect! Hope I'm not interrupting anything but I've made too many sweets for the next Unbirthday Party, so I was wondering if you'll take them off my hand…Hmm? Ehehe, I didn't even plan it! I guess I accidentally made your favorite again."

(he did it on purpose fyi)

Ruggie Bucchi <3

⋆ You have a weird taste, Ruggie thinks to himself, staring at you with a rosy blush, his tail wagging behind him, But I am the cutest. 

⋆ Ruggie is in heaven. Him, pretty? He sure is. The prettiest to pretty. Ruggie’s another one that wants to rub it in everyone’s face. 

⋆ But he’s also intimidated by the possible meaning behind it. Does that mean you like him too? Ah! He’s getting excited just by thinking about it! But wait? Does that mean he’ll have to pay for stuff? Can’t you just-wait, nevermind, you’re equally as broke as him. 

⋆ Maybe you  won’t mind working shifts at Monstro Lounge together as bonding time? Perhaps? Please?

⋆ Ruggie balances on a thin line of screaming his lungs out and melting on the spot. Ruggie knows his appearance is…less to be desired by the vast majority. So for you to call him pretty so unabashedly, boy is he going to get that tattooed on his forehead.

⋆ But beware, he will bring it up in conversation. You are not spared from his teasing.

“Don’t give me that look. Doesn’t the pretty boy get the last bite~? Shishishi, I sure do love that look~”

Jade Leech <3

⋆ Confident, smug and annoying af. 

⋆ That’s the effect it had on Jade. You really shouldn’t have said his name, because this boy (eel? mereel?) will show his face the moment you say it. A stupidly scary smile on his stupidly pretty face. Scaring the living daylights out of you and everyone else nearby. 

⋆ Whisking you away like the gentleman he is. 

⋆ Really it’s just him taking you because you're too frozen in shock to do anything about it. 

⋆ Does he confess?

⋆ Kinda.

⋆ He takes you to the Monstro Lounge and gives you a free meal he cooked himself. So it’s really up in the air. 

⋆ Jade has never felt more pleased. Sure the scared look Azuls client gives him is nice. Or the feeling of finding extremely rare mushroom species is amazing. But being called pretty by the one and only Ramshackle prefect is another feeling entirely. 

⋆ Not only is it from someone he finds deeply amusing and pretty themselves. But he knows for a fact plenty of people are going to be incredibly jealous over this.

⋆ Ah, if only you knew the affects you had on them and most importantly, Jade.

“Please enjoy. I know that look and you have nothing to fear. There’s no cost to this meal… Oh dear, well, if you are not convinced, then how about this offer? (whispering softly) If you don’t enjoy this meal, I’ll personally take you out. Just you and me.”

Jamil Viper <3

⋆ Please tell him Kalim set you up? Or Azul, or anyone!

⋆ Jamil doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle it if you were joking. You really need to take other people's feelings into consideration, Prefect. Don't you know it’s rude to pla- huh? You meant it?

⋆ Cue, Jamil hiding in his hood. 

⋆ This has never happened before. Well it happened once, but he had to reject her because she would be a distraction to his job, but let’s not talk about that. 

⋆ And Jamil is so used to not being seen. So, for you to excitedly shout how pretty he was without shame or hesitation, made him gasp in shock. Pretty, you think he’s pretty. 

⋆ Jamil would have just brushed it off (he’s lying, he wouldn’t) thinking that you were merely thinking of his outward appearance. Something he does take care of, but you just have to be full of surprises. 

⋆ Of course you decided to recount all the times he’s helped you, or made you food, or walked you back to your dorm, or- yeah you get the gist. You had no shame in saying despite all his flaws, Jamil has the best personality. That he’s pretty in the inside, as well as the out. 

⋆ Jamil had to sit down to recollect his emotions. Pretty outside and in. You saw him as pretty all round. You saw him. You recognize Jamil. 

⋆ Great Sevens, Jamil really fighting back his inner demons (crying, he’s fighting back crying) 

⋆ But that feeling immediately burst into a thousand fireworks simultaneously bursting in his chest. Igniting his body in warmth like the setting sun in the Scalding Sands. Like the curry his mother made for him whenever he felt ill. Jamil has never felt more at peace than he did now. 

⋆ All because of a simple six letter word uttered by you.

“Oh, you have something in your hair. Here let me get it for you…Hmm? He, are you ill? Your face is quite warm, Prefect. My hand feels like ice compared to your cheeks…Haha, my apologies, Prefect. I just think you look quite pretty, all flustered.”

Rook Hunt <3

⋆ Rook is swooning with joy! The prettiest person in his world thinks he’s pretty as well! (he ignored the part where you said weird after)

⋆ He is already down bad for you, so for you to call him pretty??? This man cannot contain himself. He’s truly fighting his inner demons.

⋆ Rook is incredibly quick to act on his feelings. Knowing him, Rook has already broken into your room layed roses all over your bed, lit scented candles and has some really over the top music playing in the background. 

⋆ It's sweet if you overlook the fact that he broke in. He truly is the most romantic person out of all NCR.

⋆ Makes you call him your ‘pretty boy’ and won’t respond to any other nickname.

"Ah! My pretty trickster! What did I say about calling me by my name? …Ah! How wonderful! I will never get over my name coming from your darling lips!”

Ortho Shroud <3

⋆ You think his brother is pretty! And him too!?!

⋆ Ortho’s over the moon! His favorite person (beside his brother) thinks he’s pretty! He already thinks of you like a big sibling, so Ortho's bouncing off the wall at your praise. It’s so cute, that he immediately zooms to you and hugs you so tightly. Exclaiming that he thinks you're pretty too!

⋆ He’s literally the sweetest! Please call him pretty again, Ortho will just explode in excitement. 

⋆ But don’t think you're safe. Just because Ortho sees you as a big sibling, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want it to actually happen. And what did you happen to say right before you called him pretty?

⋆ Yeah, you called his big brother pretty and you want to know something more? Well, his big brother has a crush on you, so do you want to know what role Orthos immediately takes on? 

⋆ Yeah, wingman. A pretty good one at that. 

⋆ You and Idia will know no peace. 

“Your heartbeat increased when you saw big brother right now! Is it because you said he was pretty? Hehe, don’t worry he thinks you're pretty too! But, you still think I’m the prettiest right? Yay! You’re the best!”

Lilia Vanrouge <3

⋆ Pleasantly surprised. A small pretty smile graced his lips and he placed a finger to his lips. Humming deep in thought. So you thought he was pretty? How intriguing. You’re truly full of surprises aren’t you?

⋆ Lilia actually finds it cute. Endearing really. Because who would have thought that you, a person from another world, would find him the prettiest person you’ve ever seen. He feels smug and overjoyed at the same time.

⋆ Like Rook, Lilia wasted no time in tracking you down and telling you he thinks you're really pretty too. He doesn’t want to risk you being taken by another. Nu-uh, no way!

⋆ Lilia has a…way with words. It’s kinda creepy, kinda concerning, but overall incredibly sweet! His little bat friends (children?) flutter around you, bringing you fresh fruit and flowers. They like you just as much as they like Lilia.

⋆ Afterall, you’ve made Lilia so happy, how couldn’t they?

“Kehehe, you’re truly full of surprises! I simply can’t get enough! But…(whispers) please do only refer to me as that my dear. Don't want anyone else taking what’s mine~”

[i4oba]

cassiopeia — njm.

jaemin & fem!reader ✰ soulmate!au

genre: angst?

summary: fate has its own little games, but giving only twenty-four hours is by far the most cruel of them all. and you have to endure that in every life of yours.

warnings: mention’s of death, major character’s death, a few cuss words??, it’s a bit angsty and has some suggestive themes somewhere in the middle :) .. but ofc it was written in flowery language so it’s not that bad! also it’s not proofread, sorry :,( … although it was written like 2 and a half years ago.. eheh SORRY IM STUPIDD

word count: 5k

author’s note: i originally wrote this story in my native language, which made it harder to tell it in english as well.. english isn’t capable of capturing my metaphors!!!! i hate it here!!!!! i sound stupid in english!!!!!!!! >:(

and no matter how many times have you been staring at the night sky, even hundreds of stars weren’t able to show you the right directions. no matter how diligent you were on finding those constellations, recognizing them wasn’t enough to make you less lost in the vast world of ours. you could have done anything as you were lying down on the freshly mowed grass, looking at those stars, alligned even, which you two had always been mentioning over the time — the feeling of emptiness wouldn’t go away. as you focused on the stars and how bright they were glowing, your arms stretched out in hopes of being able to touch them: everything became even more painful. and as your fingers were dancing in the air, from one star to another, your eyes teared up and your mind was screaming only one thing: enough. it was all enough. since you hated this with your whole existence. and the cassiopeia was reminding you of this constantly;

you have never been able to decide whether remembering is worse or forgetting. you would have loved to experience both at least once, but fate gave you a different card. one, which you carefully choose from the big card house, telling you something: your curse is remembering. and as you hold that little card in your hands, glaring at the crimson coloured letters, you feel like screaming all of your bottled up anger out every time. you always feel like protesting against fate, you want to say and do otherwise but were you ever in a place to do so? you have never had the chance. thus you learnt how to bear with it, what else was there to do? getting into a fight with the fates who were so focused on directing your life, having an evil smile on their faces as they were slowly cutting the thread of that person’s life, who was the sole reason you could stay sane? would you have stolen those old and rusty scissors from their hands, putting a dot after their history of standing so tall, being placed higher in the invisible hierarchy between people and them? would you have given some more time to you two? would you have changed past, present and future?

all of it is just a wandering thought which crosses your mind frequently through your days as you live your boring life. you spend every day with planning out your dirty little revenge, and end it with the conclusion: you’re unable to do it. admitting it felt like losing a game against something you could not even see. and this uncertainity put you in a state of something close to insanity through every life you have lived as the time has passed.

through these lives, you have experienced so many things but the worst part was always those twenty-four hours, which was completed with more and more tears and pain as the centuries passed. in the first lifespan you were pretty much naive, hopeful and happy, that twenty-four hour only made you confused. you could not process what was happening. but later on, you figured it out, having to accept the misery that came with it. you could understand why all of this is such a big sacrifice. in your fourth life have you cried first and you can still feel the fingers wiping your hot tears away, the ice cold feeling of them leaving an unforgettable trace on your skin. to this day, you still vividly remember that moment and feeling how trying hard was never enough, and the bittersweet taste lingering in your mouth has slowly started to fade away. it has become meaningless. harsh and almost so cruel.

but you still didn’t know which one is worse: being the one who forgets or remembering everything so vividly.

jaemin will never be able to comprehend this. after all, he didn’t have to live those grey lives which was coordinated by the suffocating feeling of trying to reach solutions and having to give up. after all, he wasn’t the one who had to watch his loved one’s death over and over again and he wasn’t the one either who had to carry the weight of the pain this caused. since he got the card of forgetting, which was followed by one single thing since gambling with the ones from above is not that clear and easy as we all think it is.

and the price did not only made his life worse, it controlled yours as well.

the first time you have heard the definiton of a “soulmate”, you were halfway through your sixth life. back then, even saying the word felt so strange but as you said it out loud more and more, having the thought of it in your mind constantly, it made you realize something: you and jaemin are the best, exact example of those said soulmates. but inside a horrible cage you weren’t able to leave. it had the feeling of a really bad book which was written by a prestigious author who had a really evil side to their personality. you could even imagine his pen scratching the paper, completed with the blue ink which allegorically wrote the story of you two. a terrible fairy tale that people use to scare their children, saying that this is going to be their fate if they misbehave. and as one of them, you would have believed their words. you would have been terrified. you were in fact scared, that cannot be denied.

on top of that, you had to live in this story, through so many years. no matter how many times you were praying, down on your knees, waiting for it to reach its end, you did not get what you wanted. and you have always felt like it wasn’t fair. ruthlessness transcending through lives which your friends didn’t have to experience. you had hundreds of them but somehow they were lucky. you were counting down the hours, the minutes and even the seconds as if it was like a test, but they always failed. they were able to not get lost in the maze of fate that trapped you and jaemin inside. they were special, all of them.

or were you two the special ones?

you were completely sure about your answer: no. although the thought of being the “chosen ones” has crossed your mind before, as if you two were something like a transcendent, but as years passed, along with centuries and lives, you could only figure one thing: you will never be fully happy. happiness is relative anyway, something you can’t put your hands on, it’s everything around us and everything that’s not at the same time. it seems so far away from you at moments, but on other days it’s so close you could reach it easily but no one could really define what it really is. it’s different in everyone’s lives, the way it becomes the same with many different things, varying on the person. even the sound of the word was music to the ears even if they didn’t know what it is exactly. everyone gets to know it along their journey, their lifetime and they may be lucky to being able to put their fingers on it, they can feel it and they can drag it with themselves.

for you, happiness was the same as those twenty-four hours that guided you through your lives. that small amount of time that you were keen on finding as soon as possible, putting everything on the line. which meant everything and nothing at the same time. and the thought of this was always able to bring some light into your rather bitter life, where the shadows grew too huge, close to consume you completely.

just like in your present life. which, of course isn’t really that bad, it is one of the best ones, to be quite honest but the emptiness inside of you was quite like a dark hole. it made you hopeless even though you had a goal. one that was so dear to you, saint even, which you could have tried to explain to anyone, none of them would have understood it. everyone thought you’re crazy and that you need therapy. even if the last one was true, you knew you’re going to eventually find jaemin, may it be on a rainy day in a bus stop, in a diner’s silent corner or in the university you’re currently attending.

but no. none of these were correct. every time you went to these places, fate was trickier than you would have thought and this was well-known to you.

you had to face this in a newly opened museum which had the slogan, “only miracles are awaiting here”.

how true this was… a real miracle.

as you walked from rooms to the others, all alone, somehow all thoughts left your mind. as if it was the cure, the new atmosphere and the exhibition, as if running back into the past had an effect similar to a band aid. it could get its job done for a while but sooner or later, it would give up as well. just like every solution you had tried out in the past years. nothing was permanent and there was no guarantee.

while you were staring at those paintings, listening to other people’s excited conversations, all you could think of was the loneliness. shivers went down your spine, the consonants following the vowels, creating something so new and so negative. the word you hated the most. and the word that was the title of the oil painting in front of you, seemingly too perfect for the symbolic work of art. a bad feeling took over you. you paid one last look to the framed beauty, glaring at the darkness and the pitch black shadows. after that, you left the room. the heavy atmosphere and the pictures of nightmare.

that’s when you entered the smallest exhibition hall where only a piece of paper was shown. it was protected with thick glass, making you wonder why is it such a big deal. why would they keep an old, yellow paper where the words were probably blurred together in the exhibition? it is supposed to be in the archives anyway, or does it not? putting these thoughts aside, you took a few steps closer to the “artwork”, eyebrows raised as curiosty took over you.

“love letter from the eighteenth century” was written on the little description, so you bent down a little to take a better look and maybe figure out why it was so special. and staring at those two papers which turned brown in the past years, the big realisation hit you: it was your letter. you wrote it. becoming aware of this fact made you froze in an instant, only being able to read the text filled with beautifully written cursive over and over again. and then you looked up, only to meet with a pair of eyes through the glass.

the person you wrote the letter for.

looking at him with the barrier between you two, suddenly you didn’t know what to do. seeing his face, his beautiful smile, it felt like someone gave you some extra energy. before your brain could have reacted to all of this, your legs took the control, running to him. you hugged him, melting into his touch, trying to embrace his fragrance, hoping that it will linger a little longer in your nose and mind as well. you didn’t want to believe this. nor what was coming next, alongside with the reunion.

“sorry for being late” he whispered while he stroked your hair carefully, arms tight around you. as if the moment was going on forever, it made you forget about everything. it made you feel glad. your own little happiness has found you again. but it cannot stay so long.

“i could wait thousands of years for you, jaemin” you told him truthfully, eyes searching for his. you hugged him once again. you couldn’t get enough of his hugs. “there are so many things we have to discuss, i literally… don’t even know where to start” you intertwined your fingers and dragged him with you, him simply letting you do so. since he knew: you have been waiting for this moment to come for so long. this is why you were suffering for years on end. but before you could have leave the basement, he set a timer.

for twenty-four hours.

“and how was… basically everything so far?” you asked jaemin who was picking at the food in front of him, not having the courage to look at you.

“not that nice” he replied and you heard his voice being a little hesitant. “but hey, at least i don’t have to bear it anymore!” he tried to joke about the situation but your worried glance told him to stop. don’t do it. it’s not funny.

“i really have to apologize for not finding you soon enough.”

“no, please, don’t. you should never blame yourself” he reached out for your hands, stroking it with his thumbs carefully. “it’s not your fault. neither mine. it’s just a bad joke of those who think they are above us. we cannot do anything about that.”

“and neither against it…”

“look, y/n” jaemin cleared his throat before continuing. “in these rather short lives of mine, i figured out something. fate cannot be rewritten nor changed. everything’s going to happen like it was decided before. just imagine a big book that’s made by gods. our story is just one part of that great book which consists of other many tales, millions of them. we are too small and worthless to add to our story, we can’t complete it however we would love to. that’s their job to do. they are the only ones that are able to erase things and make something new out of them. they are everything we have and we are nothing more than a small piece of the big picture to them.”

“we’re only just marionettes which they can play with whenever they want to” you added mumbling quietly. jaemin was chewing on his lips while he nodded. eventhough admitting it hurts, your words meant the truth.

you two were only mere props in the endless play with the name of “the cycle of life”.

“but hey, no need to be sad!” he wiped the tears aways as soon as he spotted one crossing your face in a fast pace. “we should enjoy this day so we could annoy the gods! are you in?” he stood up, grabbing your hands carefully. and you gave in. what else would you have done? after all, you were the one stressing endlessly through your whole life, it would have been a pity to miss the chance;

on the passenger seat of jaemin’s really old toyota, so many things were running in your mind. as you were focusing on the picturesque landscape, too many thoughts were attacking you suddenly — were you even able to sort those out in the dusty storage of your mind? only the warm touch of jaemin’s hand, feeling too hot on your legs, made you go back and forth between one thing and being sane.

and as if he read your mind, he gave voice to it.

“there’s no such thing as impossible, knowing and feeling how love transcends time and space, it’s...”

your head jerked up upon hearing his words. you wanted to solve your dear lover’s expression. the way the last words fall out of his lips and how those said lips were slightly smiling while his eyes were searching for yours. everything felt so surreal. you were weak and small but the thing between you was able to make you believe the opposite: you are the strongest of them all.

which, being completely serious, is true. since enduring all those lives is something only the strongest people can do. only they are able to watch the person they were assigned to, slowly fading away between their fingers;

reaching the local park, this was all you could think about. the memories you have made with jaemin only became sharper and even him being there with you, weren’t able to heal your scars. he held your hand, smiled and told you multiple times: he loves you. everytime he repeated those three words, the slight worry always became more and more visible. no matter how strongly you were holding onto the boy, it has became more clear: you’re going to lose him either way.

but that’s the thing you should think about the least. you need to focus on enjoying every moment. the fact that you can sit comfortably on the checkered blanket with him, spending a whole day together. the fact that you can have a picnic, you can talk for hours on end, your love is not unrequited anymore. you could have hide it but the years made you sometimes too unamused.

“why aren’t we ending this already?” you asked mindlessly, and as soon as you put a grape in your mouth, you regretted your words as jaemin’s face slowly became serious.

“please, don’t say things like this, okay? enjoy this day to its fullest. i want to love you until i go crazy. at least through this damn day.”

“i’ve loved you through this whole lifetime” you told him, fighting the urge to cry. “you have no idea how hard it is to think about it every god damn day. if people think you’re insane and let you rot in your own, personal pit. you don’t know how much it hurts to get in your bed, knowing that you have to go through your lover’s… your soulmate’s death someday. the one’s death that you love the most in the whole universe.” your voice was filled with uncontrollable emotions — regret rushed over you seeing him, teary eyed and confused.

“maybe. but dying isn’t that nice either.” his reply was bitter and his intention was clear: he wanted to leave you and calm down a bit. but you didn’t let him. you reached out for his hand and pulled him closer to yourself. he stared into your eyes but you didn’t say a word. that’s why he broke the silence. “all day, all i can focus on is that we can’t have a family. i can’t have a kid and i can’t grow old with you. i cannot love you utterly and completely for a whole lifetime. they took everything from us, that’s true… but let’s do something against that. please.”

“what could we do, jaemin? even if i shout at the sky above us, nothing will change! i’ve had enough and i just…”

before you could have finished your sentence, a big dog that was previously running around in the park, came to you two, sniffing your basket and deciding on being your company. your little argue was cut off by a golden retriever who was looking at you and jaemin, big eyes filled with curiosity. and you got a kiss from the dog too!

“isn’t this what other people call… little doze of happiness?” you said quietly, peeking at jaemin while petting the dog, looking at his collar, searching for a name. “buddy! what a cute name!”

“you see, y/n? that’s what i want. rendezvous, petting dogs, joy and sunshine. why can’t we get this?”

why?

what you have learnt from your experiences is one single thing: time is money and it won’t wait. as if the hours were passing by much faster in those twenty-four hours, one can be gone in a blink of an eye. you despised this, you have always hated that it had to be like this way, that you couldn’t stop time or travel to a whole another universe, waking up in a world where you can have a happy life with your dear lover.

the night came by so quickly you didn’t even realize its presence at first. the hours were going so fast, you couldn’t process the speed of it. you could only avert your attention from it as much as you were possibly able to. and in that moment, laying in the grass and gazing at the stars, it felt like as if you wasted every precious minute. but it felt so nice, eyes focused on the starry night, stars glowing shinier than one another, hands intertwined and fingers pointing at the sky. you gave the stars names and were adamant on finding more and more constellations. stargazing was what you two loved the most.

and then you saw the cassiopeia. the one thing that could remind you of the endless loop you and jaemin were in. spotting the constellation, you stood up in the grass and looked at your lover. his moonlit figure was equivalent to the most beautiful artwork in the whole universe. you were disgustingly in love with him. and that came with pain. so much pain.

“shouldn’t we go inside?” you asked suddenly, playing with your fingers while trying to avoid his gaze.

“you want to go in, love?”

you could only nod as an answer but he did what you wanted, without asking any further questions. he wanted to make you happy, more than anything. he wanted to see an honest smile on your face which can warm his heart up. since not only you were in a panic, he was too. but he preferred to not show it.

eventhough he was a master of everything else. and he showed it to you that night.

such heavenly words left his lips, he could have made a whole essay out of it, filled with emotions he wanted to show you on that short night that was given by fate; love, care and gratitude came out of his actions as he was talking to you, the way he handled everything. the way he mumbled in your ears without stop, the magical word “love” being repeated over and over, the way he touched you, the way he kissed you and the way he hugged you. he perfectly knew everything about you, he knew about your soft spots, he knew every inch of your body and he was so eager to discover it all over again since he can never get enough of you. he loved to trace his fingers over your figure, losing control here and there with those touches, reaching places that were the most precious to him. he loved to see how you reacted, how you said his name after every, sweet kiss of his, the way your voice was so shaky with every passing minute. as if he was playing a game with you, but that wasn’t the case. he showed you his true colours and you did the same. you were an open book in front of him, waiting for a sign from him. a small stroke of a brush which indicates that he was there. the marks blooming in thousands of colours, blue and purple, looking like the galaxy from above. you were like canvas to him, his signature on the corner of the painting, as if he was the painter. the artist. which was true, after all.

and as you were holding those stars in your hands, previously seen on the sky, you felt like you entered heaven. it had a feeling of warmth, the way those bright stars were in your hands, put there by jaemin. you could finally have it and you never wanted to let go of it. you could see that kind of reflection in your dear lover’s eyes, mirroring the honest feelings, the loyalty that connected you two. it was able to warm your heart up before crushing it. breaking it into millions of pieces.

that’s how it was with him. although it should have been much different.

and the brightest stars of them all, was brought the closest to you. you held it tightly and you were so stubborn on never letting it go. you closed your eyes and all you could focus on was jaemin’s quiet murmurs next to you.

dreams took you by surprise, although you wanted to avoid sleeping. but now, somehow you didn’t care about anything anymore. you gave in and entered dreamland together. close to each other — the closest ever.

at least during the night, you could pretend to be normal people. at least for a night.

waking up, the first thing that came to mind was checking up on the remaining time but as your eyes met jaemin and how peacefully he slept, time seemed to stop for a while. for a few moments, you could only study his face, the way he seemed so relaxed and comfortable. you watched his chest moving with every breath he took. you would have loved to give him a sweet little kiss but you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. eventhough you were aware of the fact: minutes are passing by in a hurry and every blink was equal to the end of your happiness.

“since when are you looking this attentively, love?” he asked in a sleepy voice before he opened his eyes. the corner of his lips went up a little as he felt your touch on his face. plus the small peck you greeted him with made the day a hundred times better. “i won’t lie if i say that you are the best thing the universe has ever created” his mumble was almost inaudible but you could still hear caring ringig in his speech.

for a long time, this was the first morning when waking up, you could hear the birds’ music so clear. the soft kind of song which mixed with the early rays of the sun, them not being able to fully warm up the room. everything felt so idillic, like it was a fairy tale. and if it hadn’t got such depressing ending, you would have agreed it was one.

“how did you say two lives before?” jaemin smiled and squeezed your hands, looking up and down on your face. “even the sun rose up today so it can follow the last few hours of our sorrowful tragicomedy?”

“how can you remember so perfectly? i mean… i am the one who should never forget, isn’t that true?” you shook your head, your grip on his hands tightening.

“looking at you calls out the hidden memories buried in the depths of my mind, you know.”

the rest of the day was dedicated to trying to enjoy it as much as you could, even if there wasn’t that much time in your hands. you had a long walk, holding each other’s hand, you ate delicious foods and tried everything that’s considered as the “perfect date”, corny things you have only seen in romance movies. it felt like the most treasured possession you had — time. after every kiss you gave to jaemin, you tried to remind him how thankful you were, stressing out the word “treasure”, letting him analyze the word as well. letting him repeat is and define whether it’s worth everything or nothing. whether it’s equal to love or not.

in the last hour of your time that was given, you two went back to your family’s house and its large backyard. no one was home so it made it much easier to sit on the ground and look at the sky once again, following the clouds’ slow pace.

“my current mother told me once that love takes something with itself every time…” jaemin said suddenly, out of nowhere, attentively looking at one certain cloud which he identified as a ‘dog’, based on its shape.

“what do you mean by that?”

“this is what love takes from us.” he mumbled, not really sure of his words. maybe he’s saying dumb stuff and his theory isn’t actually right.

“your current mother is right, i fear” only a sigh escaped your lips but you still continued, eyes fixed on the sky. “we have to pay for being together. but why is the price so high?”

you didn’t get any answers to your question, only a hum. you knew this is what’s going to happen, you didn’t wait for anything else. after all, jaemin barely knew anything about the world, maybe half of your knowledge was there for him, perhaps even less than that. if you couldn’t find the answer, why would he suddenly get the idea? you had centuries to think about it and he always forgot everything. maybe he was the one who won. in your eyes, it seemed like that.

as time passed and the sun started to set, you felt it coming. the last kiss was shared twenty minutes ago, too weak already. but his hand… you did not let go of that. you weren’t ready to lose him. you believed you would give him strength, that you can spare his life. but no, it was not the case. as you embraced him, all you could focus on was his heavy breathing and the way he told you nonchalantly: “i don’t want to die, it hurts”. tears were falling down on his face which was so pale and full of misery. his voice lost its colour slowly and everything felt like the worst nightmare one could think of.

“y/n, i… it hurts…”

his hands were weak and cold. you stroked his face, barely touching him because of the fear: you might cause more pain. you ran your fingers through his hair and found his gaze. yours was fixed on his iris, trying to look for the solution in there — it might be hidden. the last little piece of the final formula. but you couldn’t find it. you’ve never been able to.

the last sentence you heard from him in the current lifetime of yours consisted of three words. three simple yet so heartwarming words, barely escaping his lips.

“i love you.”

and you had to witness the agony of death once again, it was the price for the day. for your everything.

everything started all over again. greyness and gloom took over your life as the last little source of light faded away slowly, vanishing completely. and before you could have thought it’s going to be different this time, you knew it’s not true.

since that’s not what the book of fate had carved into its chapters. you two were destined for something else.

“i love you too, jaemin.”

[feybeasts]

For funsies, and to flex my writing muscles again, I thought I'd write up a little faux-research-article on the wereplush concept I've been playing with and y'all seem to enjoy- what follows is both a vague lore framework and description of the curse via one of its first bearers... yours truly!

If it's a fun idea and you wanna subject yer own OCs to it, by all means, feel free! I'm not gonna act like I have the last say in a fun little idea, ehehe.

Below the break, then, I present to you:

THE CURSE OF THE WEREPLUSH: An Examination of Virulent Arcana

by Lena Hart.

Foreward

If there is anything I'm known for among my kind- and the many friends I've made across the greater multiverse- I would hope that chief among these qualities is my dedication to my work. In the scant few years I've acted as the Spirit Archives' caretaker, I've worked hard to document, understand, and put names to its many lost pieces of arcana, its once-nameless denizens, its peculiar quirks. I've treated my responsibilities with the utmost care no matter what sort of proverbial wrenches are thrown in the works, whether that be restless spirits, outside intervention, or- and I will fully admit this one is significant, even if it embarrasses me somewhat- my own... let's say poor luck with volatile artifacts. Such a dedication is not always easy, for when one's form is often altered, one's mind assailed, and one's breaks frequently disturbed, properly-written research papers can be the last thing on one's mind.

Even so, I endure not because I'm stubborn- though I AM that- but because this work is important. Because I believe in it.

So, with that prefaced, I hope you can fully appreciate the gravity with which I say now that the following report is... one of the most difficult things I've ever had to write. Not because the subject matter is transgressive or challenging; no, if anything, it's anything BUT that. What I've taken to calling the Curse of the Wereplush is, if anything, frankly ridiculous on the face of it- but what makes it difficult to write is... well...

...The effect that selfsame curse has had on me, as patient zero.

As far as I can surmise, I am the first wereplush in the modern age, as any mention of such creatures is... all but nonexistent before now. Before me, there was simply no such thing, no papers written, no need for classification, and that the curse has now reached such a pitch that I feel the need to write all I know on it... well... that stings a little.

"My bad," as they say.

Of course, I'd be a bad scholar if I proclaimed my difficulty in writing about a subject is borne entirely of my proximity to it. No, the challenge in writing this paper has been almost exclusively physical, as you'll soon understand. The transformation I've undergone has been so drastic both in its effect on my body and the changes in my very mind, that I've had to rely on voice transcription to write, which may lend this paper something of a more... conversational... tone than you'd expect.

Still, I carry on, and I hope that the information provided in the following pages serves some use to anyone in the future who needs it- even if it seems more and more likely it's... too late for me.

Section One: Overview

The Curse of the Wereplush is a transformative contagion of wholly magical origin. Insofar as this scholar can tell, there are no records of its creation, no mention of its original creator, and no previous cases before... well, before myself. Though it bears some outward similarity to the likes of lycanthropy in its physical transmission and transformative effects on the victim, hence the name I've given the curse, it differs significantly both in its physical effect and its... peculiar... set of 'rules'.

Upon becoming afflicted with the curse, a victim experiences a rapid set of physical changes after a brief delay, and then further set of physical and mental changes over time. In the short term, usually a few minutes to hours after transmission (depending on, as far as I can ascertain, one's magical resistances,) a victim experiences a rather dramatic physical transformation. Their body, whether previously biological, mechanical, or even magical in nature, becomes a simulacrum of itself made of living fabric and some manner of thick, soft polyfill. Defined shapes become simplified forms, digits lose dexterity, and their eyes become simplistic pseudo-plastic dots. In essence, the victim is transformed into a living plush toy, complete with knitted seams (though no actual yarn or string is visible, as far as I've been able to tell,) and a tag somewhere on their form. In addition, the newly-made Wereplush gains a squeaker somewhere within their body, usually within what was once their abdomen. Though the transformation is dramatic, it isn't painful, and in some ways, the added weight, plushness, and soft, fuzzy "skin" is... rather pleasant...

Given the wildly varied natures of the faefolk, this alone wouldn't register as much of a shock- I've personally met everything from living boulders to a rather talkative sentient volleyball, but this initial set of changes also isn't the most pressing thing about the curse. No, it is what comes next, in the ensuing days, weeks, and months, that truly makes the Wereplush curse unique- and in some ways, insidious.

To be a Wereplush is not an unpleasant thing, if I'm wholly honest. One loses the need to eat, gains impressive flexibility without bones getting in the way, and it's hard to deny just about all victims of the curse are... rather delightful to observe. It would be hard to call it a curse when one is first affected, and indeed, once you're used to your new body, you may even consider it an improvement. But one must not forget that they don't stop changing after this initial metamorphosis, and it is these slower, persistent changes that represent the more... concerning... aspects of the curse.

The first of these changes is mental. Slowly, the pleasantness of being in this new shape changes into a sort of dopey self-affection for the victim. One finds they greatly enjoy squeezing and handling their new form, a sort of mental stimulus not unlike a cat's desire to scratch furniture or a dog's need to wag their tail. Slowly, this need to be handled and squeezed begins to become their primary concern, rendering most other thoughts an easily-forgotten haze at its worst. The harsher edges of one's personality fall away, it becomes harder to grow angry or agitated, and laughter comes easily. A developing Wereplush becomes someone who is delightful and huggable, and this is only made more pronounced by the second change that occurs over time. This characterizes itself as what I can only describe as "pillowfication".

Simply put, the longer one remains a Wereplush, the plusher they become. Limbs become thicker, bellies swell rounder, cheeks fill and fill to crowd out one's snout. After a week or so, a formerly skinny Wereplush may seem to have grown chubby, but after a month, they can hardly hold their increasingly-orbicular body upright. Stuffing eventually crowds one's body in such density that they become a sort of enormous, living mattress, and this process, as far as I can ascertain, does not cease. Even if I wanted to, having been this way for so long now, my digits are too thick to hold a pen, and I could hardly lift either of my arms to do so if I wished, nor see past my own... prodigious... abdomen to boot.

Less... nuanced friends have told me I quite resemble a pink hippopotamus now... if said hippo was the size of a house.

To say I'm soft to the touch, squeezable, well, that would be the understatement of a lifetime, but it is exactly this nigh-comical plushness that presents a problem, for though one is tempted to cuddle a developed Wereplush for all they're worth, it is exactly this process by which the curse is spread- for as I mentioned previously, every Wereplush has a squeaker within their cursed form- and if a non-Wereplush manages to squeak it, usually through such unrestrained contact, the curse is transferred to them.

It almost seems ridiculous, doesn't it? Accidentally get a Wereplush to squeak, and you turn into one. And make no mistake- even at my size, one can easily still strike my own; with how deeply the curse has taken root within me, they even get a rather... dramatic headstart on their pillowfication. The last poor soul who couldn't help themself nearly instantaneously became so round they had to be rolled away, though they did seem quite pleased with themselves...

But I digress. These aspects combined have made the curse quite... astonishingly virulent, and yet they've done so simply by exploiting a desire nearly every living being has- the need to squeeze something soft.

Section Two: Origins, Treatments, Cures(?)

As I've mentioned previously, the origins of the Wereplush curse are a mystery, though I am in a unique position to speak on the original transmission vector. Deep in the Spirit Archives' storerooms, where I've tried to organize yet-uncategorized artifacts before they are studied and displayed, I have boxes upon boxes of smaller objects- pins, buttons, tags, odds and ends. In a moment of clumsiness, I was pricked by a rather nondescript sewing needle, and thinking nothing of it, I tossed it out. That the spot I was poked did not heal, instead forming a patch of strange, felt-feeling fur should have been my first indication that something was amiss, but it was only later that evening, as I readied for bed, that the curse overtook me. By then, the needle was long gone, and all that remains of its origin is the tag now affixed to one of my flanks- one that depicts the very same needle, pulling a length of pink thread, as if taunting my mistake.

Having no shortage of magical know-how at my disposal, I've tried every method I could think of to cure the curse. Brute-force dispelling has no effect, and as a Wereplush cannot eat or drink, potions and alchemy are hardly viable. I've even tried transformation magic in desperation, but even the wildest polymorphing only makes oneself a Wereplush in the shape of a given animal, it does not restore the old form. I must admit, then, that without the original implement of my transformation to study, I am without any other avenues to seek a cure, and finding it- well, that's like finding a literal needle in a proverbial haystack.

With no apparent cure, then, I must turn to treatments, ways to minimize the more... dangerous effects of the curse. Chief among these, for the safety of others, is that under no circumstances must one allow themselves to be cuddled or squeezed by a party not affected by the curse. Though a Plush is a lovely, huggable thing, soft and squishy beyond compare, though it brings us no greater joy than to be needed, loved, cuddled... transmission of the curse under such circumstances isn't simply probable, it's all but assured. To nullify this, I've found that cuddling with other plushes can satisfy the need somewhat, if not entirely. If a non-plush coming in for a hug is unavoidable, try at least to direct them to your tail, if you have one, or less important limbs- squeakers are known to migrate, but this at least helps to reduce risk until the mortal can be made to... restrain themselves.

As for pillowfication... I'm afraid there are even fewer ways to mitigate the onset. There is no visible cause of it, one does not gain weight in the traditional sense, and though one may be tempted to try to pull apart a seam and empty themselves of fluff, as far as I can ascertain, our fabric "skin" is completely unbreakable. Pillowfication is an inevitability once you bear the curse, so the best one can really do is find loose-fitting, comfortable clothing, and get used to their newfound bulk as it grows. Though it isn't much of a silver lining, I can wholly attest that the process is quite comfortable, and if nothing else, the lack of a biological body means one will never become wholly immobile.

I would like to consider this paper a living document, and rest assured- if in my research I can find a cure, I will do my best to disseminate the information promptly, but for now, the best any of us can do is try to mitigate the effects on ourselves and others.

Section Three: Miscellaneous Points

As I've been asked a number of questions that I cannot place within the broader text, and there are peculiarities to the condition I've only recently discovered, I'll try to provide a few below in bullet-point.

As mentioned above, Wereplushes appear to be functionally indestructible. We're fireproof, waterproof, can't be cut, and flattening is really just inconvenient. More aggressive victims have been kept at bay with large weights laid atop them, which work well enough, until they're too plump for the weights to find purchase, anyways.

The process of pillowfication feels not unlike having eaten a large meal, albeit the sense of "fullness" permeates one's entire body. Quite honestly, by this point I feel quite like I've been feasting for ages...

Though lighter than one's biological body at first, as a Wereplush's condition grows more advanced, their internal fluff grows denser. A new plush may be quite soft and malleable, but a deeply pillowfied plush feels like memory foam, and is just as heavy to boot!

A Wereplush's voice can change over time, some becoming squeakier and higher, some deeper and more syrupy, some not changing at all. It is unclear if this holds any significance.

Even if they were once human, a humanoid synthetic, what have you, all Wereplushes seem to take the form of anthropomorphic animals, with more animalistic folk more closely resembling their original form when transformed.

A Wereplush's tag seems to embody some aspect of themselves or the circumstances of their transformation, and is usually a simple pictogram depicting some aspect of their personality or history.

The rate at which a Wereplush pillowfies seems to vary from victim to victim, and the extent of the process appears to be limitless, though it slows once they've grown ploddingly large.

The sensations one feels if they've hit a Wereplush's squeaker, and warning signs that they've been afflicted by the curse, are an immediate sense of lightheadedness, butterflies in the stomach, and difficulty standing upright. These feelings intensify up to the point of transformation, at which point their body changes into their new, plushie self.

It is unclear how many Wereplushes now exist, but given the multidimensional nature of the Spirit Archive, and the decent number of initial and subsequent victims, there could be hundreds, even thousands...

[kaihuntrr]

one-year anniversary!

HI. oh my goodness can you believe its been a WHOLE YEAR (and a day, im posting this a day later OOPS-) since i started working on this au? i dont think i started working on the chapters until... the -ber months? but the general brainstorming started now and oh my GOD the amount of changes that has happened while working on this au is insane! im absolutely floored with how much people enjoy this au, and while im too busy to be posting art (im doing some personal work!) i have all the time in the world to talk about how much this means to me.

i've written things in the past, but i havent for the LIFE of me worked on such a long project such as this (we're only halfway through act one of FIVE!) and learning and growing with such wonderful betas and partner (ehehe @mewhoismyself hello there) is just so wonderful <3

SO! in order to make this anniversary special, i've decided to post a little cut/practice scene from act two! this couldnt make the cut with what the plot has in mind, but i figured itd be best to have some nice moments with scott and martyn, eh?

OH! and before i go, the next chapter will be posted a day earlier! <3 im going abroad the day after the original chapter posting date, so i need to rest. i think this back half of the fic is gonna be really something <3

anyway, i wont keep you here for longer. i hope you have a fun time reading this, just as much as my partner and i had fun writing this so many months ago <33

Martyn tried to listen as Scott rambled on about what he’d been up to, how nice it had been to see his friends again. He even tried to let the small twist of jealousy at Scott being so happy over seeing someone else wrench his attention back into the moment, but it didn’t work. The face of Pearl kept flashing in the forefront of his mind, her eyes and jagged scar glowing unnaturally under the moonlight. 

“Oh, and…,” Scott continued to ramble on, but Martyn still couldn’t focus. It seemed that Scott had noticed as his voice trailed off and he looked at the blonde with a tilted head. “Martyn…?”

Martyn gave a grumbled response. His mind blocked out the world around him as he pictured brief flashes of the island, the hollow and desolate stares of the people, the wicked laugh coming from Pearl….

Scott sighed. “Martyn….”

Martyn could still feel a slight buzz in his head from where he was hit. How much blood did he lose back there? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was glad to be alive. Glad that he was here, still breathing, like everyone else. Glad that he was–

“Martyn!”

Martyn jerked as Scott’s face was suddenly inches from his own. Scott’s lips were twisted into a pout and his eyebrows were drawn into a scowl. “Huh- sorry, what?”

Scott sighed, letting his head fall forward, “So you weren’t listening to me….”

“No!” Martyn said quickly, throwing his hands up. Panic leapt in his chest, making his heart beat faster. He didn’t want Scott to think he was ignoring him…! “No, I- I’m… I’m sorry…,” he hung his head. “I’m trying to listen- I’m not meaning to ignore you, I just….” Martyn looked down at the sand beneath him. Guilt welled up in his throat. He’d been so eager to see Scott while he was away, and before he’d gotten back, and now that he was actually here… Martyn was ignoring him. He was making Scott feel ignored.

Martyn shook his head, forcing a huge smile onto his face. “So, you said you saw your friends, right? Did you have fun-? Oh, what am I saying, you just said you had fun- haha…,” Martyn scrubbed the back of his head, then straightened up, rolling to his feet. “Hey, do you wanna go see if we can find your bird friend? I bet it’s missed you too!” He pointed towards a path leading up to the forest, “Bet he lives in there somewhere…!”

“Um- Martyn…,” Scott trailed off looking after him.

Martyn took a few steps backwards, away from Scott, and spread his arms, hoping he’d follow. “Or we can go down to the beach! It’s a nice day, it’ll feel great to splash in the water a little.”

“Martyn.”

“Or- oh, we can go see the decorations they’re setting up for the festival down in the center of town. You said you were excited right, so we can-!”

“Martyn!” Scott snapped. 

Martyn stopped.

Scott took the few steps to close the distance between them, laying his hand on Martyn’s arm, then sliding it down to take his hand. He tilted his head, giving Martyn big sad eyes. “Martyn, talk to me…. What’s wrong?”

It was hard for Martyn to not crack under Scott’s gaze. “It’s just…,” he trailed off, trying to put his thoughts into words. He was just engrossed in them a second ago, but now, trying to tell Scott, he couldn’t think of what to say. “I… uh….”

“You’re alright, Martyn,” Scott rubbed his thumb over Martyn’s hand in a small, circular motion. “Take your time.”

A small pause fell over him. Martyn could hear the slow ebbs of the waves before he managed to speak. “I can’t get her out of my mind,” his voice spat with venom. Pearl’s sadistic glee, her manic grin, her ever-looming presence burned in his head. Martyn’s grip unknowingly tightened around Scott until he looked the other in the eye. His grip on Scott lessened as he looked away. “What good can I be to protect you, when I can’t defend myself from one person?”

“Who said I needed protecting?” Scott raised an eyebrow, his tone still soft but with a hint of skepticism as he leaned to the side to catch Martyn’s gaze again. He let out a weak chuckle and moved his other hand to rest on Martyn’s cheek. “Besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”

Martyn leaned into the touch, not caring how warm his cheeks felt as Scott’s delicate hand pressed into his skin, lightly grazing over the scar Pearl caused. He closed his eyes as he let out a sigh and drooped his shoulders. “But I want to…,” he muttered. He looked at Scott, his face scrunched with worry. “I don’t want you getting hurt at all, Scott.”

“There’s going to be times where I get hurt, Martyn,” Scott narrowed his eyes and withdrew his hand from Martyn’s cheek. Martyn was wide-eyed, only for Scott to hold the hunter’s other hand. “When that happens, all I’d ask is for you to help me get back on my feet.”

Martyn could feel his nerves freeze up at Scott’s warm hold. His gentle stare and concern on his face nearly caused Martyn’s heart to explode. A million things swirled in his mind as the breeze wafted over. “I can’t help it,” he lowered his head, biting his lip. “You should be protected, with all the chaos going around–”

“What chaos?” Scott cracked a smile and shook his head. He shrugged, letting go of one of Martyn’s hands as he gestured around. “All there is to see is you, me, and the beach. Nothing to worry about, right?”

Nothing to worry about for now, but so many things could happen in the blink of an eye. Martyn could practically hear the sound of the sea princes’ ringing in his ears, the one from his dreams laughing as its mouth opened wide to swallow Scott as he screamed-.... 

No. Martyn needed to be prepared for anything, so nothing bad could ever happen to the people he cared for. Nothing. Never again. 

“I still want to fight for you,” his voice was barely a whisper in the wind, cracking a bit from the emotions that crawled up the back of his throat. But seeing Scott’s attentive look, with the slight tilt of his head, Martyn knew he could hear him. “Can I at least do that?” he pleaded. He needed to-. He needed to. 

“You may,” Scott nodded, giving him a small smile. Then his eyes narrowed as a smirk crept onto his lips. “So- I’d like to see how you fight.”

Martyn opened his mouth to respond- just in time for a woosh of breath to leave him as his back hit the ground. Martyn gasped, blinking for several seconds as he tried to figure out he’d gotten laid flat out on his back… with a certain ginger pinning his shoulders to the sand.

“Yikes…,” Scott teased, his eyebrows rising, complimenting the wide grin on his face.

Martyn sputtered, his face immediately flushing beat red. “I wasn’t ready! Sneak- sneak attack…!”

Scott laid one arm across his chest, propping his other elbow on top of it and laying his cheek in his hand. “Most things will take an opportunity for a sneak attack, when presented with one.” He kicked his feet in the air, as if he was lounging on a couch reading a book. 

Martyn flushed all the way to his ears. “Redo!”

Scott leaned his head down, smiling at Martyn in a way that was almost sickeningly sweet. “Are you waiting for a written invitation?” 

Martyn grabbed Scott by the shoulders and surged upwards, knocking the ginger off of him. Scott laughed as he slipped his grip, ducking under one of Martyn’s arms to wrap his arms around Martyn’s torso. 

Before Martyn’s brain could fully process that, Scott had rolled Martyn over top of him and planted him flat on his back again. 

Working on instinct more than pre-thought, Martyn wrapped his arms around Scott’s shoulders and kicked off the sand. He knocked his thigh against Scott’s hip, bumping him off balance just enough to send them rolling over again.

But Scott didn’t end up on his back underneath Martyn. 

Somehow, mid flip, he’d slithered around Martyn’s torso, ducking his arm again and getting outside of his hold. Martyn ended up with his face in the sand and a knee pressed between his shoulders, shoving him down further.

Martyn was about to push himself up with his arms, using his strength advantage to throw Scott off of him, but Martyn froze when he felt something sharp curl around his throat. 

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even swallow. He could barely even breathe. 

Suddenly the sharp points of crescent bladed scythes were touched against his neck so delicately. Suddenly the sharp claws of a hungry beast wrapped around his throat, pricking the skin above his jugular. One wrong move and she’d slid his throat. One wrong breath and the beast would tear him to ribbons.

A figure above him bent down to whisper in his ear. 

“I win!” Scott chirped brightly. He laughed as he withdrew his fingernails from where he’d curled them around Martyn’s throat. “You really do need more practice. Though I’d be happy to oblige…,” his voice turned sing-songy as he plopped back on the sand, his arms holding him up.

Martyn slowly pushed himself upwards, staring down at the sand where his face had been in utter bafflement. Why had that felt-? Why was he-? Why was his heart beating so fast? Why… did he feel like he’d just been hunted…?

“That- that uh…,” Martyn stammered, not really sure what he wanted to say. “You’re a lot better fighter than I thought you’d be.” He turned his head to look at Scott, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his knees.

“I know,” Scott smiled widely, tipping his head back and forth, “Do I impress you, Martyn?” He smiled and hummed teasingly, his eyes narrowed in a joyful satisfaction. 

“Always,” he breathed, a lot more genuine and heartfelt than he’d meant to. Scott’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Martyn felt his face flush and he looked down at the sand. Well, he was in this far. “I think you’re amazing.” 

“Thank you…,” Scott said with a shy little smile. A light hint of red dusted his cheeks. He looked… really nice like that.

Martyn shook his head, roughly clearing his throat. “Well um, as- as fun as this was… I was actually referring to- to my gun combat more than my hand-to-hand.”

“Uh huh,” Scott answered with a small smirk, not sounding like he believed him. “Well, maybe I could help you with that as well.” 

“You know how to use a gun?” Martyn asked, more than a little shocked. How… how much did he really know about Scott?

Scott opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked to the side, then looked back at Martyn. “Noooo…?” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. He sighed, rolling his eyes a bit, “To be honest I thought you were still flirting, not that that was a serious question. And now, well… I’m just embarrassed.”

“Oh.” Martyn tried to hide his sigh of relief. It was one thing to just not know that Scott was a capable fighter -he was a tavern keeper who dealt with rowdy drunks all the time, Martyn honestly should have expected it- but it was another thing to not know that Scott was a trained gunman. For some reason they felt different. Martyn felt a grin split his face. “Would-... would you like me to teach you…?”

“Teach me what?” Scott’s eyebrows pinched together for a brief moment, then shot up towards his hairline, “How to use a gun?”

“Yeah,” Martyn grinned, “It’ll be like the time I was taught!”

“When were you taught?” Scott tilted his head.

“I think I was… seven? My parents knew I wanted to be a hunter, so they taught me,” Martyn hummed, looking out at the beach. He could remember the eagerness in his voice when he asked his parents to teach him. He only knew of the dangers through them and the people he lived around, but he knew his heart was calling out to the sea more than anything else.  “I needed practice, like everyone else, but I’m a natural. A crack shot, they’d told me!” He laughed. Shooting a target from far away was much easier than fighting with swords or his bare hands. 

Scott blinked, processing Martyn’s words. He slowly turned his head to Martyn, eyes widening in shock as all sense of his playfulness dropped. “You were a child when you learned how to use those?”

“Yeah…? I wanted to be a hunter, Scott, so I learned early.” Martyn looked at Scott and shrugged, feeling the ginger’s gaze on his skin felt… different. Martyn learned how to use guns to be a hunter, not to– oh. Was Scott thinking Martyn would…? Martyn shook his head and raised his hands up. “But I can’t shoot a person. A sea monster is easy because they’re big and stupid, but a person…?”

Scott had a judgemental look on his face as it scrunched up. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, resting his head on it as he sighed. “Ending a person’s life is hard, and I’m happy you haven’t shot anyone, but…,” he trailed off. Martyn leaned closer to Scott as he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s a little concerning?”

“What’s concerning?”

“You learned how to shoot things, how to kill things, as a kid,” Scott looked away, gripping his arms tighter as he watched the waves flow in and out. “Every life has a purpose; from you, to me, and even the beasts in the ocean.”

Martyn narrowed his eyes. Exactly what purpose could those monsters serve? Being ocean terrors? An effective way to kill humans and destroy ships? To bring fear in the hearts of children? To kill Ren- Jimmy? Why were there monsters in the ocean? Why should there be? 

“They’re monsters, Scott.” Martyn hissed, anger rising in his voice.

“They’re animals,” Scott hissed back, his face pinching into an expression that was almost pained. “They’re just animals….” 

“They’re heartless, cruel, and always starving.” Martyn huffed, pulling out his gun to examine it under the sunlight. Horrible beasts. Disgusting monsters. Murderers. “They’re such horrible, unnatural beasts that every mechanic in the world works to develop better guns and weapons to kill them all.” 

He didn’t fully notice the way Scott shied away from the gun in his hand. “You’re lucky you don’t need to leave the kingdom to see those ugly things,” Martyn spat.

“Ugly…,” Scott grumbled, turning his head away, like he was offended by the notion. “Well, I’m sure most of them would think the same about you.”

Martyn blinked, giving Scott a double take. Ugly…? 

Scott let out a sigh as he stretched and uncurled his legs and arms to stretch out in front of him. He picked up a small handful of sand and watched it fall through his fingers. “Every life is precious, every life is running on limited time. I’m not an idiot. I know things die. But there’s no reason to cut it shorter than it needs to be. ” He smiled wistfully, tossing the rest of the sand forward. “The sea is… scary, but maybe if you had an open mind, you’d see there’s more to it than monsters.”

Martyn followed Scott’s gaze and stared. Was there anything more to them? Surely not. The fondness in Scott’s voice was hard to believe- but the man has never even seen any beast to Martyn’s knowledge. The fond tone that Scott spoke about those- those monsters with… it honestly made Martyn angry. Those monsters took away the people he cared about. The people he loved. People he cherished. Jimmy, Ren… and so many other innocent people lost their lives to the sea, Lizzie’s parents…. The ocean took all of them, and there was nothing to blame but the monsters that infested it.

“They’re monsters, nothing more than that,” he spat, emotions in his chest wrenching into a tight knot that made it hard to breathe. He swung his arm out to the side, bringing his gun up in front of his chest as he rose to his knees, almost looming over Scott. “I know what they are, Scott, and I know I’m doing all that I can to protect you and the rest of the kingdom from the beasts that would just as quickly swallow you whole as they would crush you into pieces!”

“There’s no need for you to be so hostile about it,” Scott snapped at Martyn, his eyes narrowing into a cold glare that felt like icy daggers stabbing into Martyn’s face. Scott stood up and brushed all the sand from his clothes with a sigh. “I understand.” He walked closer to the water, just enough for the waves to lap against his shoes and tightened his fist, as if preventing to lash out.

Martyn blinked. “Was I-?” he muttered to himself. 

He looked out at Scott standing in the surf. He looked… sad. The guilty feeling in his chest built up once more. 

All of a sudden, Martyn remembered just how happy Scott looked with his birds fluttering around him, with the canary nuzzling his palm. Oh-. Scott was an animal lover…. No wonder he-.

Martyn was messing everything up. First he’d ignored him, and he was pushing Scott away by getting angry. Martyn quickly stood up and ran across the beach towards Scott, “Oh, Scott, I’m sorry–”

Scott turned to look at him, a flat expression on his face.

Martyn felt his heart twist, “I- I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to make you feel….”

“Upset?” Scott supplied.

“Yeah…,” Martyn bowed his head. His hand twitched out, reaching for Scott’s but giving up and retreating before he could take it. Martyn turned his head away and bit his lip. “I-... I made you-....”

Scott stepped closer and held out his hand. “No need for that, silly hunter,” he smiled sweetly. Martyn took it almost immediately, surprising them both. Scott let out a chuckle and bumped his shoulder next to Martyn’s. “I’m not mad,” Scott said softly. Martyn believed him. He looked… sad instead. 

“I don’t want you to–”

“You’re just fine.” Scott assured him with a smirk. “It takes a lot more than a simple disagreement to make me actually upset. We’re okay, right?” 

Martyn bashfully nodded, resulting in a wide smile from Scott. Was he… really okay? Or was he just hiding how he felt? For Martyn’s sake? Martyn hoped it was the former. 

Scott put a hand on his chest, giving Martyn’s hand a small squeeze. “Just… try to keep an open mind, alright? The world can be… stranger than you might think.” He smiled a little bashfully, “I might have- a surprise or two… to share, eventually.”

“Like how you can kick my butt in hand to hand?”

Scott’s face split into a wide grin, his eyes lighting up with laughter. “Just like that.”

Martyn felt himself smiling, a laugh escaping him as he squeezed Scott’s hand. Yeah, they were okay.

[pukanavis]

Toi Shiramitsu SSR Card Story 「Electrifying Fan Time」 Part 1

Location: HAMA House

Momiji: (That shopping trip was great. I was able to buy what I was looking for without any problems. What a nice day off this has been~)

I’m ba–

—ck!?

Momiji: (Toi-kun collapsed!?)

Toi: Ah…Chief…san…

Momiji: Are you okay? Did you have an accident!?

Toi: C-Chi-sama…

Momiji: Huh?

Toi: When I said goodbye to Chii-sama…he said he’d bring me back a gift…!

He even…winked at me…aahh.

Momiji: (Oh, it’s a false alarm.)

Toi: I’ve made up my mind. There was never any reason for me to think twice about it.

At the mini-live to celebrate Chii-sama’s release from prison next week, not only will I buy a new light stick, but I'm going to make a brand-new fan too!

Momiji: That reminds me, isn’t a lot of the merchandise you own handmade?

Maybe I could try making something to cheer Yuki-nii on at his competition next week…

Toi: Say…if you’d like, we could make fans together in my room?

Momiji: Are you sure?

Toi: Of course. I bet Yukikaze-san would love to see you supporting him.

Momiji: Thank you…alright, I’ll put away my things and then join you in your room. I won’t be long!

Momiji: I’m here…oh, where are the other two?

Toi: Ani-sama and Netaro-san have been out spending time together since this morning.

Momiji: (Together…that sounds a little concerning but it should be under control as long as Ryui-kun is there…)

Toi: Shall we get started then? I have plenty of fan colours to choose from so pick whichever one you like.

Momiji: There’s so many options that it’s hard to choose…I'll go with light blue to match Yuki-nii.

We’ll be decorating these, right?

Toi: Yeah! I’ve printed out a bunch of letter templates so use whatever ones you want.

I even have the kanjis for ‘yuki’ and ‘kaze’.

Momiji: Oh, perfect, I’ll use those ones. Thank you.

Toi: Help yourself! The scissors and glue are over here.

Momiji: What’re you going to put on your fan, Toi-kun?

Toi: I want to try out something different so I’m having a hard time deciding…I even ended up staying awake ‘till pretty late thinking about it last night.

Chief-san, do you think I should go with the sparkly stickers or the matte ones?

[Option 1]: How about the sparkly ones?

Momiji: How about the sparkly ones? Chihiro-kun likes that kind of stuff, right?  Toi: Yeah, something metallic and sparkly suits Chii-sama’s radiance, don’t you think? It’s amazing how well you understand Chii-sama, Chief-san! Sparkles it is then!

[Option 2]: A matte look would be nice too.

Momiji: Sparkles might be more fitting but a matte look would be nice too, right? I mean, sometimes Chihiro-kun makes mature expressions while he’s dancing, doesn’t he? Why don’t you try to represent that side of him? Toi: Mature…Chii-sama… AAAAAAH, wait, wait, if he ever looked at me like that, not even 100 hearts would be enough to keep me alive. Aah, seriously, he’s so perfect it’s gonna make my brain fry!! Momiji: C-Calm down, Toi-kun! Toi: Huff, huff, sorry, I didn’t mean to get so excited… But I’ve never thought of that before! I’ll try making something more refined this time!

Toi: …Ehehe, consulting with each other while we make our fans is a lot of fun.

Momiji: I’m glad you think so but…what about Ryui-kun? I’m sure he’d be happy to give his advice on anything you wanted. 

Toi: That’s true, it’s just—

Ryu: This is the greatest fan I’ve ever seen, Toi. It’s a national treasure.

Toi: —He always praises me.

Momiji: I see, so it’s not the kind of consulting where you exchange opinions…

(Even so, Toi-kun’s smile when he imagines Ryui-kun is filled with love…)

Toi: Aaand…done!

Momiji: Your fan looks great! I better put extra effort into mine too…!

Toi: Take your time, don’t rush yourself. I’m here to cheer you on, Chief-san!

Momiji: Phew…I finally got the tinsel attached.

I’m done too, Toi-ku…oh.

Toi: Zzz…zzz…

Momiji: (That’s right, he said he was up all night deliberating yesterday.)

Toi: Zzz…ani-sama…chii…sama…fufufu.

Momiji: (He looks adorable when he’s sleeping…I wonder what he’s dreaming about?)

(I’ll put a blanket over him so that he doesn’t catch a cold. Let’s see…)

(Oh, there’s one. I’ll borrow this and—)

Momiji: Toi…kun?

Part 1 | Part 2

[uniquevoidflowers]

Ehehe, Chapter 2 of the Royal Links AU that I haven't talked about in awhile.

Link to the first chapter:

CW: Mild Blood, Stabbing, Kidnapping

Word count: 4,241

“Come forth, Warrior,” Sun ordered and Warrior obeyed, standing up from a bowed position, blue eyes flickering with someone unreadable.

“What is it, Mom?” Legend asked.

“I have gotten word that the Servants of Demise have begun to run amuck, that they were not truly killed in our last encounter,” Sun informed them. “I also heard you had gone to Castletown, Legend.”

Well, shit.

“I’m not mad. I just simply wish to know what you were doing out there.”

“I have friends...I was visiting,” Legend said, biting his lip. “I trust them with my life, and they have no malicious intentions.”

No point in lying.

“Friends, you say?” Sun looked lost in thought for a moment. “I’m curious, how long have you been visiting them?”

“Um, a couple of years now? I think?” Legend swallowed a feeling of nervousness.

“Hey, I’m not mad, remember? I think it’s great you have a life outside all this castle business. Last thing I want is for you to be alone,” Sun reassured, stepping off of her throne and hugging the prince.

Legend hugged her back. “I just wish you would’ve told me, because it’s not safe if I can’t find you,” Sun murmured. “Especially with what’s happening right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Legend murmured.

Sun pulled back with a reassuring smile. “I forgive you. Now,” Sun sat back down, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What are your friends like?”

“Well, there’s six of them and they all live in the same house. Um, there’s the owners of the house, and they’re nice.”

“Six? Does it get chaotic?”

“Yeah.”

“I can imagine,” Sun chuckled, and then the smile fell from her face. “Oh, but I’m getting off track again. Warrior, please describe what happened to my son earlier.”

The knight obeyed, explaining what had happened. “His arm should be fine, Your Majesty. I was able to get it stitched up in time. I apologize for not getting there in time to stop him from harm.”

“I’m just glad you both survived. It seems the Servants of Demise have stepped out of hiding, though. Which means the ball tonight could be left alone, or could turn out disastrous. I’ll have to add more protective measures.”

Warrior stepped back, bowing. “Would you mind go getting your father, Legend? I imagine he’s in his office or bedroom,” Sun asked.

“Yeah,” Legend nodded.

Warrior stood up and followed the prince out of the throne room. Legend knocked on Sky’s office. “Come in!” Sky’s voice came from inside the room.

Legend stepped through. “Hi, Dad.”

“Oh, Legend!” Sky greeted with a smile. “How are you?”

“Fine. Mom wants to talk to you.”

“Alright. I’ll be there in a minute.”

With that, the prince waited until Sky finished whatever he was doing and followed him out. “Thank you, Ledge. You can still sneak out if you want to, but you have to come back a couple of hours before the ball. And...be careful please,” Sun said.

Legend gave a nod, brightening. The prince and the knight left, and Legend grabbed a big cloak this time to hide his identity. Warrior followed him outside once more. They headed inside to Vio and Green’s house, where Green and Blue had left for work and Vio had left for school. “Hi, Ledge,” Wind called. “Do you want to see what I’ve been practicing?”

“Sure,” Legend responded, sitting down on a wooly chair.

Wind cleared his throat, pulling on armour, and Red walked over. Wind started to pace back and forth, looking stressed. “Sir Mayor, what will we do?”

Red looked contemplative. “Well, not many people are going to be there...”

“Let’s just call it off. It’s too dangerous to hold it on the third day,” Wind insisted, an undertone of urgency in his voice.

“But the other townsfolk want to hold it,” Red mumbled. “You know what, the festival shall continue for whoever wants to stay!”

Wind grew visibly angry. “Do you want all these people to be crushed by the falling moon?!”

“They won’t be,” Red waved his hand around dismissively. “It’s decided then. The festival will continue.”

Wind crossed his arms, and left the spot where he was before. Then he rushed over to Legend. “What did you think?”

“I think it was good. Is this a retelling of the plight of Termina?”

“Mhm! Our instructor said it’s tradition to do it around the time of a festival or event.”

“You’ll do great, then squirt,” Legend ruffled Wind’s hair.

Wind squawked indignantly and knocked the prince’s hand off his hair. Warrior smiled slightly. Soon, Hyrule came around the corner, and he gasped. “You’re back!”

“You think I wouldn’t be?”

“Well...I dunno.”

Legend rolled his eyes and hugged Hyrule. Hyrule returned the hug after a moment. “Well, what should we do now?” Red asked.

“Games? We have cards,” Wind suggested.

“Ledge?” Hyrule gave a look to the prince who gave a nod and a shrug.

They sat down and played cards for a few hours, Warrior winning once and Hyrule winning another. After that Wind went back to practicing his acting, while Red went to bake something in the kitchen. “Your Highness, you have two hours left before the ball,” Warrior informed.

“I guess I’ll head back in an hour then,” Legend grumbled. “Are you guys coming?”

“We’ll try!” Hyrule promised.

“I’m sure we’ll be able to convince Green and Vio to go,” Red called, with a grin.

Legend really hoped they’d be there. He needed someone to hang out with.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“There you are! All dressed up, I see?” Sun greeted, smiling.

Legend shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Will I get to meet those friends of yours?” Sun asked.

“They said they’d try to make it.”

“Hm. Hopefully they do.”

Soon, Sky came through with a tired sigh, “Hello, love.”

“Hello,” Sun wrapped an arm around him. “Need a nap, sleepyhead?”

Sky huffed with a slight smile, “I would take one if I could.”

The doors opened and an influx of guests came through in the ballroom. “Have fun!” Sun called cheerfully and walked away.

“Ready to meet the princess you’ve been told about?” Sky said with a teasing lilt to his tone.

“Sure,” Legend said, humming.

“She doesn’t seem to be here yet, but her name is Marin,” Sky told him. “I’ll point to her when I see her.”

“Marin, huh?” Legend said.

The name rolled off his tongue nicely. The name reminded him of the beaches, and the salty ocean waves. Warrior nudged him with a small smirk. “Now, just what are you thinking of?”

Legend made a rude gesture and Sky sighed with a smile. “Not in front of the guests, Ledge.”

The prince sent a glare to the knight beside him who merely chuckled. “Oh! There she is,” Sky said after a moment, and pointed to a lady in a light blue gown. “You should go introduce yourself.”

Legend shrugged his shoulders and walked away to greet the princess who was just entering the ballroom. He bowed, formally. “Welcome to Hyrule, Princess Marin.”

The girl looked to be the same age as him as she looked over at him. Her eyes were a magnificent hazel and her hair was long, wavy and red. She smiled politely. “Thank you, kind sir. Who might you be?”

“Prince Legend, of Hyrule. Nice to meet you.”

She gasped slightly and then her smile seemed more genuine then the tight, forced smile he had seen before. “I’ve heard you’d be here. My father said something about meeting the prince today.”

“Really?” Legend tilted his head. “My father sent me over here as well. Perhaps they’ve set us up.”

Marin giggled, the joyous sound bright with a bit of curiosity, “Knowing my father, it’s no surprise.”

“Which kingdom are you from?” The prince asked after her giggles had faded.

“Koholint. It’s not too far from here, actually.”

Legend didn’t know too much about the kingdom other than its affinity for music and instruments. He smiled brightly, eager to hear more. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, most of us learn some type of instrument as the kingdom has a festival of music each year. I choose to sing, usually. There’s a lot of variety in the instruments that our people play, though. The festival consists of playing a few songs together, as a way to unite ourselves. People may choose to play a solo, depending on which song they request to play but the rules are loose around that. After all the music, there’s a feast for everyone. Usually it’s seafood, since our kingdom is more like a tropical island than anything. We conclude the festival with one final song and it’s always the same one each year. Visitors are also welcome to watch.”

“Wow. I might have to go one time then.”

“You won’t be disappointed, trust me. My favourite of the songs we play, is called the Ballad of the Wind-fish. The Wind-fish is our deity, and our protector. I started singing it, when I was only a child, and it’s quite the upbringing melody. I also know it on the ocarina.”

“Oh, I know how to play the ocarina too!”

No, Legend didn’t know the ocarina. At all. He was sure he could learn it quickly if necessary, though. It was worth it to see stars dance in Marin’s hazel eyes, and her smile turn into a broad grin. “I must teach you then!”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know any other instruments?”

“Yeah. I know the piano, the harp, the ocarina of course, and few percussion instruments.” That was mostly true, the exception being the ocarina.

“Oh, wow. You should tell me about Hyrule. It’s my first time here,” Marin tucked a strand of her luscious red hair behind her ear, and it was wonderful to be able to talk to someone who was truly curious. Though he had his friends and Wars of course, they already knew enough to never hear anything that would spark that much curiosity.

“Hyrule? Well, it’s the biggest country. We have several ‘villages’ branching off of Hyrule making it so large. Like, Skyloft, for example. Castletown is the most popular since it houses this castle, and it has the most markets. Each culture is different depending on where you are, but here? Events like this ball are the most common, and we have an annual festival to honour the heroes that saved this land hundreds and thousands of years ago. It consists of different games and contests, and sometimes there’s food sold.”

Marin nodded along, looking at the prince with wonder. “What kinds of games and contests?”

“For games, there’s tag for the little ones. For older individuals it’s usually intellectual games or dancing games. The contests range from woodcarving to sword fighting.”

“Any music themed ones?” Marin smirked a little.

“Usually there’s at least one,” Legend cocked his head, wondering why she was asking, before it clicked and he stifled a laugh.

“Perhaps I’ll have to come when the festival arrives.”

It had been their first meeting, yet Legend already wanted to be at least friends with her. They basked in comfortable silence. Her eyes shined with many, many thoughts but he could tell they were good ones. He heard a shout of his name and familiar voices and spun around, greeted with the faces of his friends. “You made it!”

“Of course we did! You think we’re liars?” Blue rolled his eyes.

Princess Marin began to slink away but Wind noticed, exclaiming, “Who’s that?”

Marin gained an unsure look and Legend hurried to placate her. “This is Princess Marin,” He introduced, clearing his throat and giving his friends a look.

Wind understood, making an ‘o’ with his mouth. “Where’s Warrior?”

“Oh, hell if I know. He’s very good at disappearing,” He shrugged, wincing when he realized he cursed in front of everyone.

“And this would be?” Marin asked cautiously, like if she said one wrong thing the world would fall beneath her feet.

Legend would try to be there to hold her hand so she never fell, to reassure her that she wouldn’t. He chuckled, “He’s a knight assigned to me by my father. He’s uh, annoying to say the least.”

“Oh, we know you don’t mean that,” Vio drawled, mirth in his violet eyes.

“You can’t base that off of nothing, Sir—Viowhothinksheknowseverything,” Legend retorted.

“I can list all of my sources,” Vio smirked a little. “Let’s see...there’s the fondness in your tone when you speak about him—”

“Shut up!” The prince hissed with no real venom and he heard Marin stifle a giggle, under gloved hands.

“I’m hungry,” Wind decided, glancing over at the decorated tables standing at the sides of the ballroom.

“Anyone else, hungry?” Red asked. “We can probably bring over stuff if you guys want.”

When no one responded Wind grasped Red’s sleeve and ran off to the tables. “I can leave if you guys want, I don’t mean to intrude,” Marin spoke up softly, though her eyes told of disappointment.

He shook his head with a smile and put a steady hand on her shoulder. “If you were intruding we would’ve spoken up already. Which, you’re not. Right, guys?”

“Right!” Came the choruses of the others, boisterous and genuine.

Marin’s eyes sparkled with something similar to awe as the disappointment vanished from hazel. “Okay.”

“So, Princess, where exactly do you come from?” Hyrule asked shyly, “I’m from Calatia, myself.”

“Calatia! I’ve heard such great things about that place,” Marin replied brightly. “I’m from Koholint. What brought you here from Calatia of all places, if that’s not too sensitive of a question?”

“Oh, uh, apologies princess, but it’s a vulnerable topic that I’d rather not talk about so openly. I live here now though, and I must say, it’s way more casual than Calatia ever was. Everything was formal back there, and I can’t say I ever miss it.”

“I tend to avoid formal stuff too, as much as I can for being who I am. It tires the shit out of me.”

Legend blinked, a little surprised that Marin would swear but he guessed he shouldn’t really assume such things about people. He couldn’t resist a snort. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Suddenly a voice rang throughout the ballroom, echoing with order and warmth at the same time. “We want to welcome all who came here, from most likely busy lives, to feast, converse, and dance with us. Tonight’s a special night, one to be remembered, as it’s a time to celebrate this kingdom and recognize’s it’s thriving,” The King’s voice was the one he heard, strong and filled with pride and joy, like everyone in this room and gained his approval, by merely attending the ball.

Sun stood beside him, arms locked with his and a smile stretched across her face. Legend wished the moment had lasted longer. He wished that wasn’t the last time the couple smiled, truly feeling happy. The moment ending, was inevitable though. Just as his mother had said earlier, opening up the ball was a risky endeavour for what they had recently learned.

There was a flash of silver, the whirl of flying steel and Legend saw it aimed directly at Sun. He hurried, ignoring the frantic cries around him trying to push his mother out of the way, but he stumbled and was way too late. He saw the blade hit it’s target, sinking through Sun’s white gown. The Queen’s eyes went wide as her shaking hands went to the dagger. Blood started to seep through the white, staining it a permanent red. “SUN!” Sky screamed, and the prince felt his breath hitch.

No-nononono! Why did he have to trip? Why couldn’t he just make it there in time?!

Then cackles came out of nowhere and two of the people standing in the crowd, ripped off disguises, revealing an ugly, red suit and a white mask with an inverted eye. Wild’s face could only ever be described as guilty, as he had also been, too late. In a flash of orange, glowing light and thin paper, the pair that had ripped of the disguises appeared behind Sun. Wild launched his sword at them, many more knights following in suit but they only hit one of them as the other latched onto her and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The ballroom went to chaos as the crowd murmured about what had just occurred while Warrior came over to protect Marin and Legend from any other hidden dangers, and the knights arrested the remaining red suited-traitor and took him away, leaving Wild to stand guard for the King who looked grief-stricken.

Legend watched Marin’s hand intertwine with this, a sympathetic and horrified expression written across her face. He blinked, surprised and squeezed it tighter, tears starting to build at the corner of his eyes. Briefly, she looked she was about to let go, a blush spreading across her face but she didn’t, seeing how comforted he was by the gesture. He heard his friends footsteps, approaching quicker towards him but Warrior stopped them, raising up his sword in defence, saying, “My priority is to protect these two, and we don’t know who all could be disguised.”

The prince felt unease as his eyes lingered at the blade that could slit someone’s throat if they stepped closer and he knew the reasoning behind it, the reasoning behind the coldness that cut through any protests, yet it didn’t ease the churning inside his stomach. Sky, though looking pale and stricken, still took order, thundering, “STOP! It is clear that this area is no longer safe for anyone. I instruct you all to leave back to your homes for the time being, and wait for further information. Go!”

The crowd ceased their murmurs and left, until eventually, The King of Koholint, Princess Marin and her bodyguard left too, taking a quick route to a ship that would allow them back home. The ballroom remained silent and empty where people were once united, and where people once basked in the thrill of it all. Legend and Warrior, were the last ones, the former finding himself stuck, feet glued to the ground.

How could this happen?

“Ledge, don’t get stuck in your thoughts,” Warrior spoke softly, like he was speaking to a wild animal, ready to run at slightest movement.

“I apologize for keeping you here,” He told him, words coming off bitterly on his tongue, “I must head to the King now.”

He missed Warrior’s concerned shimmer in blue eyes, as he wiped away tears, bottling up anything that was trying to come out, and he pushed forward to his Father’s office.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The prince crawled into his bed, reluctantly, and his closed his eyes, snuggling into soft sheets, but even though this would’ve been enough to allow him sleep, he found himself lying there for far too long, unable to succumb to comfort. When he opened his eyes to darkness, he adjusted to it with the help of a bit of moonlight shining through the window, and saw that his knight was asleep. He sighed quietly, standing up to grab a book to read, hopefully helping him but when he turned back to climb into bed, he heard a mystical chime, ringing loud in his ears. He startled, dropping his book on the ground and winced when Warrior’s eyes fluttered open at the loud noise.

Master. The time has arrived for you to find me. Follow my chimes, seek me out. It is your destiny, Master. Seek me out.

He heard the sound of Warrior’s heavy metal boots pounding against the floor and wondered if he should really follow this monotonic voice’s guidance, or if he should be really concerned.

And how should I trust you? He thought, hoping somehow it would reach the mysterious voice.

I am the key to rescuing your mother. Come alone, follow the chimes.

Okay, that was enough convincing. “Legend? What are you doing awake, bud?” Warrior asked, rubbing at his eyes sluggishly.

“Couldn’t sleep, but it’s okay. I’ll just head back to bed now.””

“Alright.”

Warrior went back to where he was before, and Legend pretended to be asleep until he was sure it had been long enough. When he opened his eyes, his knight was fast asleep, and he crept out of bed once more. He opened the door, and left, walking and trusting the repeated chimes. He was led to a locked room, one which he had been forbidden in by his parents and he started to doubt this voice. The chimes were loud and true, inside but he couldn’t get in.

“Do not worry, Your Highness,” A familiar voice murmured in his ear.

He jumped and looked to see Fi, one of his father’s most trusted advisors there, a key in her hands. Before he could utter a word she jabbed the key and opened the locked door for him. “What? Why? How did you know I wanted inside?” Legend asked.

“I was merely wandering by when I caught sight of you gazing at this door. I...also heard faint sounds of chimes,” Fi admitted. “As for why I shall explain to you once you have proven yourself worthy of such secured information. Go ahead and look around, Highness.”

Legend obliged, stepping through and saw pedestals, each having important looking swords in them, lying there. The chimes were almost obnoxious as they grew louder in his ear and he looked to see that one of the swords were glowing. It was one with a hilt that was royal blue, and the colour of the blade looked orange. He walked closer, unsure as Fi followed him wordlessly.

Pull me from my pedestal, Master, and raise me high.

He couldn’t contain his curiosity, so he gripped the sword’s hilt tightly and pulled as hard as he could. It started to budge but it wasn’t moving. Something resonated within him, igniting a spark, and he pulled with all his might. The sword glowed brighter, almost blinding him as it slid out of the pedestal and into his grasp.

Raise me high!

Legend ignored the stinging of his palms and pointed the tip of the blade up at the ceiling, watching in awe as it drew in more light. For a moment he saw the faces of people he’d never met, people who oddly resembled his friends and family. Then when their faces disappeared he was met with the brilliant blade and he turned it over in his hands, examining it with wonder.

“Only one person can wield that sword. It chooses its wielder, determining who is worthy of pulling it from the pedestal,” Fi spoke up.

“It chose...me?” Legend asked, surprised.

“Yes, Your Highness. I waited to explain but it seems you are worthy of the information passed down through secret in the Royal Family. All of these swords are powerful weapons created by Goddesses and Heroes, enriched with magic to repel evil. Back, millenniums ago, the Goddesses chose Heroes to defeat evil and each had to prove their worth, gaining these blades. Ever since, The Royal Family has taken these swords and keeping them safe and locked away, taking care of them so that if evil arises once more, their wielders will be able to save the Kingdom swiftly, and also because of a prophecy. A prophecy that Demise, an ancient, evil God would remerge with his servants and heroes would appear to strike them down. You are one of them.”

“A hero? I’m not a hero.”

“This sword chose you for a reason, Highness. Even if are not a hero now, I can determine that you will become one. I would advise that your next step be informing the King immediately, and in the morning, receive training to hone your skills. Shall I escort you?”

The prince thought for a moment. “Escort me to my bedroom, please. I don’t want to alarm my guard if he finds out I’ve left and doesn’t know where I am.”

“Understood,” Fi nodded, and followed Legend as he left, blade in hand.

He went back to his bedroom and shook Warrior awake, explaining the situation, who, aptly, was very confused and surprised. With a lit lantern this time, they headed to Dad’s bedroom. “Are you sure this can’t wait until morning? My father deserves whatever rest he can obtain,” Legend asked, turning to Fi.

“Yes, Your Highness. If it reassures you, I doubt His Majesty is asleep after the recent events,” Fi replied.

Sure enough, Dad was awake, peering groggily at a piece of paper, wet stains on his pillow, likely tears. “Dad?” Legend called.

Dad looked over and sighed with a forced smile. “Hey, kiddo. What do you need?”

“I—um...have one of the sacred blades? It called out to me and I went through the room you forbid me from...I’m sorry...but I pulled this sword from one of the pedestals and...” Legend stammered, holding up his sword.

Dad’s eyes widened, and he turned to Fi. “This might be how we rescue Sun. Legend, I need you to uncover the other heroes, give them their blades. I will do as much as I can here to gain information for your mother’s whereabouts. We might be able to do this.”

Legend gave a nod slowly, overwhelmed.

We might actually be able to do this. I might see Mom again...

[barblaz-arts]

hi, first of all, I just wanna say that I am a HUGE fan of your work. Your art style and the way you section your drawings feel like I'm reading a slice-of-life manga. (I don't know how to explain it, but yeah) I decided to create a Tumblr account just to follow you. After so many years, you inspired me to pick up the pencil again! ^""^ Uhm seeing your works on Vega makes me want to make a Chaggie fan child too. (I was hungry for Chaggie/your contents, now I have Dani)

and also also I am so excited to see what you have in mind for Victor. Idk but in my mind she will be the kind of older sister that seems harsh and distant because of her position? (As the heir and as the older sister) but is secretly doting on their younger siblings.

Thank you! Slice of life is my favorite genre of manga. It's a really underrated genre, especially the ones targeted more toward adults(seinen is what they were called i believe? Or maybe josei? Man idk) I used to read a lot of em, especially if it's yuri/shoujo ai ehehe so it's probably influenced the way I make comics.

Thank you for putting in the effort to do all that tho! Crazy to think that my art could be worth the trouble. And I'm happy to have helped you love making art again. It's such a fun thing to draw and just create.

You're not wrong tho! Yunno how Charlie is reminiscent of Disney princesses, with the actual show's version of Charlie baring a lot of resemblance to Rapunzel with her hair, personality, and even singing? Istg Erika Henningsen sounds different when she isn't singing/talking as Charlie. It's like they purposely asked her to voice act like Mandy Moore. Or maybe I'm just overthinking because I love Rapunzel and Charlie and Ms. Henningsen is just hella talented...

Ahem.

Anyways. "Victor" is also inspired by a Disney character, namely Elsa. Especially the version of her from their scrapped plotline where Elsa was supposed to live up to a prophecy and Anna was just "a spare". So.... You're actually really close!

[sirenjose]

So I've been really into your analysis lately and I'm a huge fan now, wanted to ask some questions, feel free to not answer any

1- what was your favourite idv story/event to analyze?

2- your least fav of the latter?

3- are you into anything else besides idv?

4-how do you find the motivation to analyze stuff? I've tried before and it was very draining :')

Thanks for your time, hope you have a lovely day

I'm very happy to hear you're enjoying yourself despite my own low opinion about much of what I put out. I'll do my best to answer!

Hmm I always dislike picking favorites because I'm bad at picking eheh... But the ones I liked most... I honestly enjoy T&I and COA (1-5) even more than the main story. So I think I might pick... Atropos' Ropes for T&I and for COA, thats harder... 3-5 are my faves but I might pick 4 just because of how it felt it had the most story/details given than all the rest. Even the *SONG* had story. I loved it.

Least fave, eh... Orfeo and Zinaida immediately come to mind, though Orfeo I'd say was worse... COA 1 is another primarily because of how DIFFICULT it was for me to figure it out enough to put together an analysis. And I had to rewrite that thing at LEAST 3 times to the point I'm just hoping it's good enough and leaving it alone. Time of Reunion I think is another that comes to mind, mainly because I didn't appreciate how they treated Norton in there, especially in the videos (but at least those aren't canon like the in-game event was). So based on all that, I might say Orfeo if I really had to pick 1. Then rank ToR 2nd and Zinaida/COA1 3rd.

FF14 and Honkai Star Rail especially I'm playing actively these days, but I honestly like a lot of stuff. Like Persona (espeially 4), 999 aka Zero Escape, and Star Ocean Til the End of Time. Least in terms of games.

Hmm... Maybe because the 1st reason I play a game is because of the story, and gameplay is always 2nd to me. If the story and characters are good, that gets me interested. Issue with IDV is we only get bits and pieces. Really need to look deeper to really understand some of the characters. I actually only started analyzing because I challenged myself (partially out of curiosity for the answer) to see if I could prove if Norton wasn't as evil as people thought (based on all the comments I saw when I 1st joined the fandom a long while ago). From there, there was Jose who I wanted to analyze because he honestly had so many plot holes I couldn't (and still can't completely) solve. So I get the most enjoyment analyzing something that doesn't have a clear answer. Which is why I don't always post for every letter. A big part of it is I enjoy history and culture and such, so it's fun for me to learn about different foods, or time periods, or how bad the environment was for miners or sailors back in the day, etc... I dont think I have an easy answer (I can see I'm rambling). Norton I actually only began to like because I was spending so long working on my 1st analysis for him (and my perfectionism made me analyze all of Norton's essences before i could call it finished). Jose was because I love Captain Hook, and then after because of the plot holes that bothered me. Then for others, I think I enjoy making analyses to... try to sometimes change people's opinoions/beliefs. Like with Margaretha or Vera. With Edgar was because I was more interested in his story and him as a character only once I put together all his lore. Sort of goes on from there. I could ramble on but I'm going to get even more guilty. I hope this helps somewhat, but let me know if it doesn't and I'll keep going. Maybe the simple is A) I like history/culture/research, B) I like to convince people that certain characters arent as evil as they think or change beliefs I think aren't quite accurate, C) I like solving puzzles and I love story, D) I already think too hard about literally everything, and combined with my perfectionism, we get analysis

[shiori42art]

Here's my Ice Skating AU! and some history 🫶🏻✨

Venti and Bard are twins who have been figure skating all their live! They have won many tournaments, Bard is the support and Venti is thrown into the air, but Bard loves to try new things! then he proposes that one of the movements be to throw Venti and then Venti throw him! Venti is not very sure but he will try! In training they have some failures, but Bard wants to go ahead with it! and in the tournament...Things go wrong! Venti throws Bard wrong and he ends up doing his spin wrong and falls breaking his leg on the ice!!

They have to operate and the doctor says that he will not be able to do jumps or pirouettes again, his knee could dislodge very easily (That's why now he usually wears a medical knee brace) Venti feels guilty about this, so if his brother is not going to skate anymore neither does he!! Bard wants Venti to continue, but Venti doesn't want to... One day, they both go to the ice rink in Mondstadt, Bard wants to work there and Venti accompanies him, not liking the idea, while his brother is in an interview with the boss, he listen to someone on the rink and see Zhongli skate beautifully!

At first Venti doesn't recognize the best solo skater in the world lol! They skate together and it's wonderful! Bard sees all this and is happy that Venti is skating again! Zhongli had previously skated as a pair but his partner became ill and did not return (Azhdaha!) So he has bittersweet feelings about this but accepts Bard's offer to do a collaboration with his brother! Bard becomes Venti's trainer (Zhongli has Cloud Retainer lol) In training they meet more characters!! Knight is Diluc and Kaeya's trainer (He is a Bard fan AJFJSJS) Knight will be excited to have Bard so close now (Although Knight is sad about the accident, he wants to continue watching him skate) since they are all from Mondstadt Bard dared to approach Knight to ask for some advice! They end up getting together ehehe I have their lore in mind but that for another day! There are more characters from other nations here!

About the frog mitten... I did a roleplay with the homie about how they meet on the ice! And Zhongli was wearing fancy gloves while Venti was wearing those… frogs PFFPFP THATS ALL! Im so happy with this AU! 🙏🏻✨

[aerequets]

Hello again!

I was wondering if you had any spy x family fic recs that are twiyor centric? AUs? I’m having trouble finding ones that are what I’m looking for. Ratings don’t matter. Anything from G to E would be appreciated! Thank you!!

boy oh BOY do i have twiyor fic recs !!!! it's like basically all i read LMAO and i am always on a hunt for more. i feel like i have read through a good chunk of what's on ao3 and i still feel starved. there's always my bookmarks you can sift through for twiyor fics, but for some more curated recommendations (and this is not gonna include all the ones i've lost my mind over, that's far too many, this is just what i can remember off the top of my head):

the living blues by @nire-the-mithridatist

GOD it would be such an understatement to say i am a huge fan of not only this work but EVERY WORK by this author because SHE HAS A WAY WITH WORDS OKAY. i avoid angst like the plague but i saw the happy ending tag to this fic and IT DIDN'T DISAPPOINT (chapter 6 is gonna be an epilogue)!!!!!!! AUGHHH this isnt even a good review im just yelling but yeah this is really good and also pretty much everything else by this author, i'll say it now so this list doesn't have numerous fics by the same person just do yourself a favor and read through what she's got if you haven't already

rated T, 5/6 chapters, currently 14k words

(edit: completed!)

With Kid Gloves by crownofrosegold on ao3

4 words: Mr Darcy Hand Flex

rated G, 1/2 chapters, currently 2.5k words

(edit: completed!)

the most yearning, pining, longing fic ever with the least physical touch ever. loid traces yor's gloves in his pocket with his thumb and its somehow intimate. yeah

it's been a hot minute since it's updated but the first chap can kinda be read as a standalone (to me) which is why i rec, even though i personally only go after finished fics for my own sanity :^) also its just too darn cute how can i not

How to Be a Supportive Husband by @nemaliwrites

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 910 words

short and sweet drabble of the most simpiest loid post reveal. what more could you want

MISSION: Bottom Feeder by SilverSupa on ao3

rated T, 2/4 chapters, currently 9.5k words

this one is just too good and funny LMAOO yor and loid are Peak Stupid and also Peak Attracted To Each Other so it's just. mm good mix. this one's also been a hot second since it's last update but i love it too much so its on this list

even when we're not together (will you stay with me?) by JaMills on ao3

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 4.5k words

gosh this is another one of those super good reads that make you sit and think after you're done. soulmate AU where they swap bodies as children until they meet. personally i'm not the most dedicated reader of aus where yor and loid meet as kids, but the way its handled here is just so good and adds to the story. it's also part of a series and the next installment is equally as good. this is another one of those authors that has a lot of quality stuff (although there's a good dash of angst which i keep my distance from JKFHISDH) so look through their page!

Enough by Frotu on ao3

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 4k words

EHEHE THIS ONE HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET FR it is soooo cute. typical thing of yors coworkers getting into her head, she asks loid if what they have is enough, and... well.... you can read what happens from there ;] (spoiler: it's very cute)

a dream in charmeuse by selfetish (@selfetishizing ) on ao3

rated T, 2/2 chapters, 12k words

oh gosh, the prose in this is just?? so insanely good??? its such a pretty read. this is twiyor, yes, but it's also a deep dive into femininity and yor's understanding/rediscovery of it. i remember the first time i read it the opening scene of the first chapter was just so GOOD to me, i was like OMG i am not gonna forget this this is so iconic AND IT IS!!!!! i love me a good yor centric fic. we usually get more of twilight contemplation (i mean he has got the whole mission thing going on and hes our resident overthinker so, understandable) but this was such a nice look into yor's..,, like, fundamental building blocks?? if that makes sense?? its just good ok read it

"The Five Times Loid Forger Went Topless In Front of His Wife and the One Time She Reciprocated" Or “Bare-Chested in Berlint” by Talik_Sanis on ao3

rated M, 6/6 chapters, 17.5k words

that title should tell you all you need to know right LMAOOO it's just yor being incredibly horny, like embarrassingly so. she lacks a grip

again this is just 8 fics, where my bookmarks list are over 200 (yeesh) so feel free to look through those. i've also got some fics, most of which are twiyor lmao (brainrot i told you). and don't forget to show these awesome authors some love!

[amenemisa]

Yo fukumori fans! I found something for you, I was tampering with my phone and i found a drawing for mafia!fukuzawa au. Then i decided to share those with you, cause i recognized that i will be on my kakashi era for a long time eheh... Gomen :') so let me explain and share them with you. Btw they're so messy gomen gomen again.

Yeah you know after joining the mafia i don't think fukuzawa will be happy or cherished that much. He will be the silver wolf, the assassin that government always feared. And yeah he'll complete the tasks Mori gave him with bloodlust. He threw away his sword because he was afraid of the satisfying feeling of accomplishment after killing people, right? So yeah he might have been aged but he is still that person. And if you think about it, our canon Mori would be very happy with this situation Fukuzawa in. So yeah, he would use him like a puppet and won't feel guilty.

Yes yes i know this is a whole of dystopia but this was what in my mind from the beginning. So now, let me explain every picture and yeah... Ehm... If you would write this story -again- i would read it with a great pleasure.

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(Tired of the whole night, he drags his blood-covered sword on the ground and goes to the main headquarters of the mafia.)

He came after a mission, feeling the guilt of pleasure he had. He destroyed a whole organization due to Mori's orders. That organization had many hideouts and Fukuzawa gave a visit to all of them. They were thinking to absorb Mafia's sources, they were planning many things. And Mori wanted the information, so yeah. He sent Fukuzawa to there to investigate and kill. Fukuzawa did what Mori said, he went to the organizations hideouts one by one. And well he took the documents, notes or records. Mori was lucky to have someone like him in a situation like this, he loved to play the cards at his disposal effectively. It was 5 am, sun was almost rising.

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His mind was filled with guilt and the events of a few hours ago. He didn't recognize that he was in front of the mafia's great building. He never wanted to be in this building but just look at him. He was standing right across it. And well there were many mafioso's and their eyes were on him. Those eyes were filled with fear and disgust. Fukuzawa didn't recognize their gazes on him first, but when he did he understood why they were looking at him like that. He had blood all over his body, his sword was also full of blood and it was making a disturbing noise while scratching the ground. Fukuzawa sighed and he waved his sword in the air a little - nothing more than shaking off the already dried blood - then he sheathed his sword with a smooth movement. Still mafioso's eyes were on him but fukuzawa didn't care.

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Luckily for Fukuzawa, Mori was standing in the reception area on the ground floor and talking to someone there. It was probably just a random conversation about involvement in the mafia or missions, but again Fukuzawa didn't care. After 7 months of living in the mafia, Fukuzawa had isolated himself a little more from life. Just the tasks assigned to him and the superficial conversations and sarcasm with Mori. He was on his edges already and he couldn't help it when he saw Mori. His heart bumped with ache; the tasks that he gave him, his ruthlessness, his rationalist mind. All of it turned into a growing emptiness and pain in Fukuzawa's heart. He take a step to get inside, with a thought of throwing himself into bed after completing the task and sleeping for a long time. The moment he stepped inside Mori slowly lifted his head and looked at him, oh yes that metallic smell of blood was all too familiar. He look at him with a flat face while waiting for him to come near. Fukuzawa never looked at him, he went to his side, he took the documents that he was holding in his sleeves and he gave them to him. He hadn't make any eye contact with him, he just wanted to go his bed. "Here's your information." he said with a flat and rough voice. Boy, that was hard for him, Mori took the documents and gave a quick look at them. Yeah, it was the information he was looking for, that organization could've not posed a threat by itself. They've had a backup.

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Meanwhile, Fukuzawa was preparing to get out from the building. He was on this mission for 8 hours maybe, he stopped counting after the 612th person he killed. He didn't even think about a shower, he wanted to sleep. But before he go Mori realized it and put the papers behind his hand. He took Fukuzawa's wrist with a sudden move and looked at him from the behind. "Where are you going?" His tone was nothing but authoritative. His hand was firm and eyes were piercing Fukuzawa's head. Fukuzawa didn't give him an answer, he just waited for him to let him go. But Mori didn't make this this time. He had an unimpressed expression on his face, he was not letting him go this time. Cause everytime he made this, it just caused more and more disquiet between them. The distance grew wider and wider. "You have blood all over you." Mori didn't let his wrist, he was not thinking let him go today anyway. Mori could see that it was not only the blood of others, he knew more than this. Fukuzawa was wounded, he was bleeding, this was so obvious and Mori was there to take care of his wounds. When Fukuzawa heard Mori's words he didn't make any voice, he just gave him a short glance with the corner of his eyes. And now what, was he playing the doctor game? He didn't need his care. "Fukuzawa Dono, -", he's cut with Fukuzawa's rough voice. " I'm alright." Mori looked at him with disbelief. "You're still bleeding and dirtying my floor." Against these words Fukuzawa was near of saying a word that he shouldn't say in front of the mafioso's but he didn't. He took himself, and Mori let his hand go. "Go to my room, i have a kit there." Fukuzawa turned his face to him to make clear that he needn't him but Mori's stern eyes didn't let him to say a thing. They wasted their time to give quick and stern looks to each other. At the same time mafioso was there, watching them, stretching with the tension in the air. God no one could look at their boss like he did, he could've been out of his mind. In the end Mori was the winner, Fukuzawa ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes with irritation. Then he made a quick move to turn around, to headed to the elevator that was going the top. Mori just watched him as he was walking to elevator, he didn't show any emotions on his face. But one silver haired man could see that Mori was in top of his rage. From the first hand Mori didn't make any plan to have a Fukuzawa like this. Yeah he wanted the silver wolf but this was out of his imaginary. He then took the documents in his hand again and walk behind Fukuzawa. They were heading the top, mafioso was watching them with strain.

[prince-liest]

Terrified by missionary anon here and oh my god I LOVE the way you reworked the ending of the last chapter!!! It had me squealing!! I was just a tiny bitty sceptical at first but at this point I can safely say I trust u with my life. Which makes sense considering ur occupation but u know what I mean

Also!!! I had a shower thought and I doubt there’s a better person to ask than you because your descriptions are always spot on. I think we can all agree that Vox smells good, but I was wondering what do you think Alastor smells like? 🧐 I vote for that rancid smell of rotten meat, with a hint of lacquer, like an antique shop, very coffin-esque. But I rly want to hear ur thoughts on this!!!

Ayyy, I'm so glad that you liked it! >:D I feel like a couple of years ago I would have been a lot more hesitant to just change my mind like this on something (and admittedly I did feel bad about it initially this time) but I've gotten to the point where I'm pretty comfortable going, "Bro, listen - bro, just trust me." about my own writing, ehehe. I'm pleased it's working out! >:)

Also, you've made a terrible mistake in asking me this question because I've recently become very interested in fragrances but I'm also a gourmand snob and have a very sensitive nose when it comes to food products and cannot stand the smell of things rotting, so I would just categorically refuse to imagine that any character I enjoy smells like rotting meat, klxjchfg.

Anyway, if I had to pick a style of fragrance or cologne for him for when he was alive, I feel like he'd go for something woody but warm. Those kinds of scents tend to be masculine and have a nature-y freshness to them that a guy who buries bodies in the woods would probably get a kick out of. And then add something like amber and musk to undercut the scent to make it feel warmer in a way that I think makes people read the wearer as a safer and more comforting presence, which is delightfully misleading.

As for what he'd wear in hell... Tsokovat's Inexcusable Evil, lmfao, no contest. The name is perfect, he'd think it was hilarious, and I've seen so many people say that it genuinely just smells unpleasantly like dousing yourself in fucking blood. Most people's reviews for this stuff call it really uncomfortable but compelling. Tell me Alastor would not think that this wouldn't be the most amusing perfume ever to force on the people in his presence.

[pardi-real]

Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 5 - Under the Starry Sky

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pictured: Nac in front of the cafe

Lucas: "Now, finally... shall we talk about your strengths, Nac? As expected, what comes to mind first is... Your elegance and diligence, perhaps? 

You're refined, serious, and hardworking... Handling various tasks for us. There must be many people helped by you, Nac, don't you agree?"

Nac: "Mr. Lucas… Thank you very much."

Lamli: "Hmm, Nac's good points... Nac's good points... ......"

Nac: "Lamli. Aren't you struggling a bit too much?"

Lamli: "Oh, shut up! Didn't you struggle just as much, Nac?  Nac's good points are... not as much as Master Lucas, but... maybe your mature side, I guess..."

Nac: "Hmm………..."

Lamli: "Nac, you may have an annoying way of speaking... And you're strict, but... Somehow, I feel like you're always much more mature than me. You're calm… and I guess that's kinda cool~”

Nac: "S-Stop…! Could you please just stop?"

Lamli: "Wha, what?"

Nac: "That's enough. It feels really awkward listening to this..."

Lamli: "Huh? What's that about? I'm genuinely complimenting you."

Nac: "I'm saying I've had enough. No more, please."

Muu: “You said that… but you're actually happy, right?"

Nac: “Muu! Please don't tease me.”

Lucas: “Fufu… Good for you, Nac. Now then... my lord. Next is finally your turn."

> "Uh, yeah..."

Nac: "Fufu… I could list 100 good things about my lord. However... if I were to pick just one... it would be... undoubtedly, the charm of my lord's beauty within their heart.  Clear as a lake, warm as the sunlight filtering through the leaves... My lord's heart is more beautiful than anything."

Lamli: "As for me... I like my lord's kindness and their smile! They look into my eyes, smiling gently at me... I love my lord!"

Lucas: “Fufu, that's right. My lord's kindness... I, too, am irresistibly drawn to it.  But... I also think that the occasional cute expressions my lord shows are very lovely."

> “E-err…” > "Thank you..."

*Close-up* Lucas: "Everytime, I'm waiting eagerly for my lord to return to the mansion... that's how it is for me, you know?"

> "I-I see…"

Lucas: “My lord is the best medicine for me.”

> “M-medicine…?”

Lucas: "Yes. When I feel tired, or feeling unwell... My lord's smile is giving me the most energy. Therefore..."

Lamli: "W-wait! Master Lucas! You're going on too long by yourself!"

Lucas: "Hmm... Was I?"

Nac: "Even if it's you, Mr. Lucas... we can't overlook you making advances on my lord."

Lucas: "Well, well? Even gentle Nac is a bit intimidating today.”

Lamli: "If we do it this way, then I can praise my lord more! I have confidence to keep praising until the boat docks!"

Nac: "Lamli...! Monopolizing is not allowed. I also have several more good points about my lord as many as stars in the sky."

> "Everyone, stop!"

Nac: "Oh? My lord? Did we trouble you?"

Lucas: "Fufu… perhaps we get a bit carried away?"

> "I think that's enough about me"

Lamli: "Eh~... Is that so... I can say a lot more, though…"

> "It's embarrassing..."

Nac: "Understood. Since my lord says so, please endure it, Lamli."

Lamli: "Tsk... I get it... then, my lord! I'll tell you the rest when we're back at the mansion in private!"

> "Thank you, Lamli"

Lucas: "...Ah! That's right! Well then, next is Muu's turn."

> “Yeah” > "Let's praise Muu!"

Muu: "Huh! I get a turn?"

Lucas: "Of course. We want Muu to be happy too."

Muu: "Hooray~! Thank you!"

Lamli: "Buu also has many good points!"

Muu: "Ehehe... Somehow, when it's my turn, I suddenly feel embarrassed."

Nac: "Then from me..."

~ A few minutes later ~

And so, we praised Muu's good points. Muu, smiling satisfactorily, looked very cute... It was heartwarming to watch.

Nac: "Well, we've arrived at the cafe, our destination."

Muu: "Ehehehehe."

Lamli: “You're still grinning, Buu?"

Muu: "Because being praised makes me happy."

Lucas: "As the old tradition says... I hope happiness comes to us."

> "That would be nice."

In this way, the third-floor butlers and I... spent a lively time in the city of Velis.

~ After a while ~

I was in a room at an inn in Velis. The room inside the inn prepared by the butlers was very familiar. And for a good reason, because this inn is the villa we stayed at last year. It seems that when the butlers were looking for an inn… they negotiated with the villa owner if they could borrow it. Of course, he graciously agreed.  I was feeling nostalgic, visiting the villa after a year and spending a quiet night.  At that moment... Suddenly, I heard a knocking on the door.

Knock, knock...

> "Yes?”

..........

...However, there was no response. Suspicious, I gazed towards the door...

> “Is that...?”

Upon closer inspection, a piece of paper was inserted under the door.

> “This letter…” > “This is… just like before…”

‘Dear my lord, If you're not too tired... Please come to the beach. We have prepared a heartfelt hospitality.

- From the third-floor butlers’

These meticulous handwritings... are probably Nac's. And the content of this letter feels familiar too.

> “Could it be, just like last year…”

With a bit of tension and excitement, I headed towards the private beach.

[Private Beach]

Zaash… zaash… zaash… *sound of sea waves*

Nac: “Fufu... You've come, my lord."

Lucas: "Good evening. Thank you very much for coming despite the sudden invitation."

Lamli: "My lord! Were you surprised?"

> "It's like last year, huh..."

Lucas: “Fufu... Actually, today at lunch, when we were talking about memories in Velis… we wanted to see the starry sky with the lord once more. So, we called you like this."

> "I'm happy" > “Thank you”

Nac: "Of course, we also have drinks and snacks prepared."

Lamli: "Now, my lord! Please come near this mat! Let's look up at the stars together!"

> "Okay"

And so, as invited by Lamli… I was about to sit on the mat, but at that moment...

Lucas: "Wait, my lord... Please wait a moment. Don't lie down just yet."

> “Huh?” > "U-uh, okay"

Lucas: "Fufu…  Lamli, Nac. Now, get ready…”

Lamli: "Yeees!"

Nac: "Yes. My lord, please excuse me."

With that, the three quickly sat down (seiza style) on the mat.

> "What??"

Lucas: "Now, my lord. Please."

> "Please do what...?"

Lamli: “This is a revenge for last year! We will definitely offer you lap pillows! Please gaze at the stars over here!”

While saying that, he pats his lap.

> "E-err..."

Nac: "As butlers, there's a line we shouldn't cross, but... Since the other two insisted on offering a lap pillow, so…  for that reason… I can't be the only one just watching."

> "Nac too..."

Lucas: "My lord, it's okay. Nobody's watching."

> "E-even so, it's..."

Lucas: "Please, don't be nervous. It's almost been a year since that summer. We've been through a lot, and our bonds have deepened more than last year."

> "W-well, that's true, but..."

Lucas: "We're ready. All that's left is for my lord to come over here."

Lamli: "That's right, you know? My lord."

> "............" > “Err…”

Honestly, I was very nervous and confused... But it made me happy that the three of them had prepared this for me. The phrase ‘revenge from last year’ that Lamli mentioned... If that's what they desire... I want to do whatever I can.

Somehow, while thinking about that... I found myself contemplating, ‘If it's just a lap pillow…’

Nac: "Um, my lord... If we're causing you any inconvenience, we apologize."

> "Uh, well..."

Nac: "Of course, we have no intention of forcing anything. If it's difficult, please don't hesitate..."

> "......It's fine."

Nac: "Huh?"

> "If it's just a lap pillow..."

Lamli: "My lord...!!"

Nac: "Are you sure about this?"

> "I want to respond to everyone's feelings."

Nac: "My lord……"

Lucas: "Fufu, thank you very much. I'm really happy that my lord said that."

> "Um, so what should I do..."

Lucas: "Fufu. First, please come to my lap. The order has already been decided."

> "You are well-prepared"

Lucas: "Fufu. It just shows how much I've been looking forward to this."

And so, I gently placed my head on Lucas's lap. Having someone give me a lap pillow was nerve-wracking... But, thanks to the butlers talking to me as usual... The tension gradually eased. 

I couldn't fulfill the butlers’ wish in Velis last summer... But now, I can. 

I felt a bit of happiness welling up. Another memorable day with the butlers was made.

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