#it's the first time when I see a fic that does time reversal instead of the time travel

[paimonial-rage]

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Satoru Gojo purposely keeping the scar you gave him instead of using reversed technique

Pairing: husband! Gojo x reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: When his skin gets busted by your sheer excitement, it doesn't feel right to Satoru to use his reversed technique and simply heal.

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, Yuji's "death" scnene in season 1, blood lol

Thank you dear anon for aggressively reminding me that it's canon for Gojo to not have any scars, it really helped me cooking up that fic! 🤍

Every step feels like hell, the only thing that keeps you from collapsing onto the floor being the reassuring hand of your husband on your shoulder.

This can’t be true, it’s just impossible. Yuji Itadori was a member of Jujutsu High for a few weeks, just started to get to know this world better. This was supposed to be an easy mission, the three of them should have made it out alive with ease. But apparently, Sukuna decided to show up. And apart from injuring Megumi, he violently took Yuji’s life by ripping his heart out. A heart made of pure gold, a heart so precious that you couldn’t help but care for that boy the minute you saw him.

But now he’s dead.

Your hands start shaking immediately the minute you step into this cursed room you visited far too often, gazing at Yuji’s body covered by a cloak. This isn’t a bad dream. No, the blood covering the white cloak tells you more than urgently that Yuji Itadori isn’t there anymore.

“Please tell me that there’s a chance he’ll come back”, you mutter.

Oh, how much both Shoko and Satoru hate to see you like that. It’s not a secret to anyone at Jujutsu High how deeply you care about your students, loving them like your own children. Of course, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen a student die in front of your eyes. In times like these, jujutsu sorcerers pass away like flies. But Satoru knows what you’ve seen in Yuji, that he somehow reflected parts of yourself. And still, you weren’t able to protect that boy, both Satoru and you coming too late to rescue him.

“I really wish I could, but he shows no signs of life. I’ll move on to autopsy now. If you want to say goodbye…Maybe do it now and leave afterwards.”

Satoru wraps his arms around you just in time before you slide onto the ground, holding you tightly against his chest.

“This is not fair”, you breathe out, head still not able to accept Yuji’s farewell.

He was so young, so full of life. He doesn’t deserve to die, he still had so much ahead of him. There needs to be something you are able to do. Aren’t Satoru or Shoko able to use their cursed technique?

“He didn’t show any signs of life for hours by now, (y/n). Not even Shoko or me are able to bring him back to life. I’m so sorry”, he mumbles against your ear out of nowhere.

So this is really how it ended? With Yuji getting killed by none other than Sukuna himself? Like in trance, your wobbly legs carry you to the autopsy table his lifeless body lays on. You want to stretch out your arm, want to look at that precious boy one last time before Shoko does her job.

But you can’t.

“I can’t look at him”, you blurt out.

With a swift motion, you turn around and burry your face against your husband’s chest.

“It’s okay babe, just look at me, okay? You don’t have to do this.”

Satoru’s arms keep you from losing yourself completely, soak up your falling tears while his head rests against yours. Oh Yuji, you’ll never be forgotten. All the laughter’s both of you shared, his potential, how he always cared about others. You will think about him every time the sun starts to rise, when new students get greeted, when you kill another curse-

“Hey, what’s up? Huh, what are both of you doing here, Gojo-sensei?”

This voice…

That was Yuji Itadori.

Out of instinct you turn around rapidly, not even noticing how the back of your head crushes into Satoru’s forehead with full force. He sees starts, blood taking his sight in an instant while his mind isn’t even able to comprehend it was Yuji who just spoke.

“Yuji! Are you okay? Are you hurt? You’re back!”, you babble out, embracing the boy in a tight hug.

“To be honest I don’t even know what happened last and I’m pretty hungry…Oh, you’re bleeding Gojo-sensei!”

You’re…bleeding? You turn around in confusion, following Yuji’s eyes.

“OMG SATORU!”, you cry out, the sight of your husband covered in his own blood shocking you to your core.

When did that happened…Was it…you?

“I guess you were so happy to see Itadori that you’ve forgot about me standing behind you”, he mutters amused.

“Babe I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just got so carried away and-“

“Don’t worry about me. Reversed technique, remember? I’ll be whole in seconds. Just look after Yuji, I love you.”

You let out the breath you were holding, the bright smile forming on your gorgeous face making Satoru forget the world around him for a moment. You are so caring, so passionate. And you are his wife.

“I’m a lucky man”, he mutters to himself while pressing the tissue Shoko handed him against his wound.

There you sit, gently caressing Yuji’s cheeks and asking him over and over if he’s okay.

“You really are. This isn’t a problem for you, right?”, Shoko questions with one glance at the laceration on his forehead.

The shocked look on your face replays itself over and over in his mind, lets a chuckle escape his lips. With the help but his reversed technique, it would be way too easy to get rid of that minor wound. Within seconds, there wouldn’t even be a scar left, just his flawless skin. But…it was you who did this to him out of sheer excitement. It sure would be nice to look into the mirror and get reminded of you daily, right?

“Oh, I might as well keep that”, he replies with a sly grin.

- a few weeks later -

You sit on the edge of the couch, desperately waiting for that time of the day. Even after being married to that force of a man for 4 years now, you find yourself getting all excited when he announces that he’s going to shower. Because going to shower means that he’ll come out just wearing boxers with his body still a little wet and his hair sticking to his face in that delicate way.

“Still waiting for me, huh? It’s not like you can see me naked every time you want, babe”, he finally purrs.

Your heart skips a beat. This man…How is it even allowed to look so breathtakingly gorgeous? The way a single droplet of water runs down his cheek, how he gently strokes his damp hair back.

Wait. You squint your eyes a little harder. What is that on his forehead?

“What do you have there?”, you question, rubbing your own hand against the ride side of your forehead.

This almost looks like a scar. But Satoru shouldn’t have scars. After all, he’s able to use reversed technique, healing himself in the matter of seconds. Is it just dirt? No, that definitely looks like scar tissue.

“Oh, it’s nothing”, he immediately tries to brush you off, pulling his hair back into his face.

“No way Romeo, come back here right now”, you demand.

With a swift motion you lift yourself off the couch and hunt after him.

“Is that a scar?”

“It might be…”

“Why didn’t you just heal it? Show it to me!”

When you finally catch him, you slick his hair back again. Only to be greeted what indeed looks like a middle-sized scar. But why and how did this happen, why didn’t he just heal like he usually does?

“You really don’t know where this came from?”, he challenges you.

You blink a few times. What the hell is your husband talking about?

“Why would I know where this came from?”

“Because it was you, (y/n)?”, he playfully bites back.

You? Your mind races, searching for a single moment you ever hurt your husband. You were never really able to even hurt him, no matter how berserk you went in training. When was the last time you even wounded him? But wait, there was this one time you made him bleed, that one time when…

“This was when Yuji woke up-“

“EXACTLY!”, Satoru cries out and gives you a round of applause.

“But why did you keep it? You said you’d be able to heal it…”

“Because I didn’t want to. This scar right here”

Gently, he takes your hand in his and traces the soft scar with your fingertips.

“will always remind me of what a wonderful human being you are.”

Oh. Your eyes turn glossy in an instant, staring up at your loving husband while he gifts you with the most breath-taking smile you’ve ever seen.

“Satoru”, you breathe out.

There is no time to waste. You wrap your longing arms around his tall frame tightly, aiming to never let him go again.

“Every time I look into the mirror, I think about my wonderful wife”, he mutters into your hair.

“Y’know, you could just take a picture of me or something-“

“No. I would rather just keep that scar of my wonderful wife smacking me over a student.”

You hit him playfully over his comment, a giggle escaping your precious lips.

“Come on, it wasn’t like that…”

“I’ll always tell the story like this.”

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Dividers by @saradika 🤍

[areislol]

genshin men getting reverse isekai’d into creator! reader’s world

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. fluff, although it is a gender neutral reader it does mention afab reader, lowercase intended, not proof read 🙅🏻‍♀️

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. i have been meaning to write isekai’d or reverse isekai’d fic for SO long but i’ve been busy and procrastinating so 😢 this is sagau!!

►— wordcount. 3.8k

✧ part one | ✧ part two | ✧ part three | ✧ part four | ✧ part five |more tba.. NAVIGATION

at first, it was the genshin men who wanted you to be transported into their world. you know.. the world you’re familiar with. but somehow albedo’s machine malfunctioned and did the opposite of what it was supposed to do.

it was a normal day, well for the residents of teyvat who were just minding their own business, but not for the men who had gave away nearly all of their mora for albedo’s machine to work.

a very selected few men from each region gathered to mondstadt (sometimes it took a few days for a week to arrive there but they were determined to arrive there faster as they didn’t want to waste time).

kaeya, diluc, venti and albedo from mondstadt gathered were anticipating for the day albedo would put out the news that the machine would finally work. everyday when they had spare time or whenever they could, they would vist albedo in dragonspine and check up on the machine and ask for the good news

if albedo needed anything or needed some mora (or if he needed someone to run errands for him) they would happily oblige, anything for their grace.

zhongli, xiao, baizhu from liyue would anticipate for the news ever since they had gotten the information and letter from albedo himself as well from jean about the machine that would supposedly bring the creator to their world.

they immediately started to help with whatever they could, even travelling to mondstadt to see if there was anything they could help or provide with, if nothing they would stay for however long they could and watch albedo work on it, fiddling with their fingers or twisting their articles of clothing from anticipation, trying to hold back their excitement and joy of finally meeting their creator.

zhongli is one of the few who were your oldest worshippers, in his prime he would sculpt many statues of you, based on what the scripts had described of what the creator looked like and he was sure that it was one his most best work in his lifetime.

zhongli definitely gave albedo all of his mora, not caring if he needed them to buy food to eat, why worry about that when he has something else to prioritise? all he needed was you, to survive.

kazuha, itto, gorou, ayato, heizou and thoma from inazuma was ecstatic at the news of your soon arrival!! they spent their minutes, hours and days filled with excitement and could not focus on anything.

although ayato was calm and collected, there was no denying that deep inside he was freaking out like c’mon? the creator is finally descending? after thousands of years? and they expect him to be calm? no way.

all gave albedo and sucrose their up most help. giving him materials that would only be found in their region and not in mondstadt, for the machine. in their spare time they would fight the enemies and gather whatever they dropped and send it to albedo in the hopes that it would be a major help to the machine (it was and albedo sent his thanks in a letter).

cyno, al-haitham, kaveh, wanderer and tighnari from sumeru was shocked to say the least, at first they were wary of the news. i mean of course they believed in you, and the story of your descent but at the same time how could they trust this.. albedo person? but after getting the letter inviting them to dragonspine to see the machine for themselves and to see his blueprints, notes and so on, they agreed and once arriving, they definitely believed him.

after confirming that everything was real, they began to team up with albedo (if he allowed them but albedo was more than happy for some help as he was getting tired just from doing majority of the things with sucrose..) and helping him. kaveh was an architect so he helped albedo with the model of the machine and with al-haithams, tighnari and wanderer’s knowledge they began to make the machine more safe and reliable.

they’re all very happy and overjoyed knowing that soon they will bring their creator back to where they belong, just knowing the fact that they will soon be able to see and witness their grace in their glory and flesh was everything.

lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley, freminet and aether from fontaine was more than ecstatic upon hearing the news. lyney started to practise more with his magic tricks, trying to add more action and more of the surprise factor in his tricks so that he could impress you and hear you praise him.

neuvillette almost cried tears of joy (and flooded fontaine) at the letter albedo sent to him. just looking at the sentence “we will be able to see our grace soon, please help in anyway you can.” made his eyes water.

he started to mentally and physically prepare himself for your arrival, making sure to look his best and presentable, while also preparing for how he would greet you. a bow would do- no.. a bow where his forehead touched the ground, yes, that will do. he couldn’t wait for your arrival (even explaining to the very excited melusines too about his profound love and adoration for you).

neuvillette admired you from hundreds of years ago, hearing your stories and heroic acts made him fall more in love with you. he goes to your temple (that he made by himself) and prays every day before going to bed.

wriothesley, freminet and aether on the other hand was more calm although nervous at the same time. wriothesley (and everyone else) had heard many great stories about you, the great power you hold like no other, your kindness, your hospitality, your beauty—everything. so there was nothing else he wanted than to witness you in the flesh, although he is scared what your beauty may blind him.

aether is also anticipating your arrival, when he was younger his parents would tell him the great stories about you and how the elements came about, not only that but he has a hunch that you could possibly help him find his sister, no.. he’s positive you will.

and from the other regions, childe, capitano, dottore, pantalone, pierro and dainsleif were almost going batshit crazy once word spread that the creator was going to be teleported into their world from albedo’s machine. dainsleif could feel it in him, he could feel the shift in teyvat, the way the trees and nature around him started to be more responsive and grow more large and.. prettier?

the fatui had paused all of their plans and focused soley on you, their creator. they wanted to make sure that the archons or anyone else doesn’t reach you but.. that would be diffcult considering that a non fatui was creating this machine along with the help with so many different people from different regions.

they had always worshipped you and was hopelessly devoted to you, giving you gifts right below your statue, sometimes even ranting to you about their problems and how the archons were absolutely useless.

dainsleif was.. consumed with many emotions. he believed that he was one of your most devoted and the most loyal of them all followers. he believed that your word was law and whatever you ordered him to do or whatever order you give to anyone, they should obey. and if not he would love nothing more than to deal with them, anything for you.

altogether, they all (reluctantly cough cough the fatui, diluc, tighnari and wanderer cough cough) helped cooperate with bringing you back to the world you belong in, giving albedo thousands and millions of mora, any material from their home region, their support and so on. that was how devoted they were to you.

and finally, the day albedo and sucrose sent out all of letters telling them that the machine was ready, everybody came scurrying to dragonspine, their hearts racing in an inhumane beat, once they all arrived they were swearing BULLETS and albedo offered them all towels since he knew none of them would like to be presented to the almight creator looking… sweaty.

everybody stood around the machine, their eyes shining with excitement and their hearts beating from nervousness, and on the count to three, albedo would turn the notch and whatever came next, well, they would just have to cross their fingers and pray.

“1..”

“2..”

“3..!”

albedo turned the notch on the machine and within a milisecond a bright light had appeared, blinding everyone as they quickly raised their arm to cover their eyes.

some started to cough as smoke filled the room, many yelling in confusion, yelling on top of their lungs if it worked to which no one replied of course, they couldn’t open their eyes nor felt anything different until their bodies started to feel all gooey like they were melting. their vision (despite covering their eyes) was going white, their mind was foggy and they were dizzy.

but after a few seconds they felt better, they felt like they were in a different place, they could sense it.. after waving their hands away to clear the smoke and before they knew it, they were in a totally different room and place. they were inside of a room, not a room from their world, their was unknown technology on a desk that they have never seen before. there was unknown stuff all around them.

they all looked around in confusion, taking in everything. “where are we?” “what is this place” “are we going to meet our grace?”

suddenly, zhongli spotted someone on the bed, sleeping calmly despite all of the ruckus they had caused. zhongli shushed everybody to which some scowled at (wanderer mainly) and before they could argue back, he pointed at you.

pointing at the sleeping figure on the bed wanderer immediately shut his mouth. it was dark so they couldn’t make out your face but no worries! your phone just lit up and everybody looked at it, curious at the light device. kazuha paid no mind to it and grabbed the strange device before shining it on your face. his breath hitched, stumbling back just a bit.

everybody else looked at your face and was stunned. their voice caught in their throats as they finally, finally saw you, their grace.

your beauty was like no other, even the little drool seeping out of the corner of your lips were adorable!

some started to sob quietly, too overwhelmed with their feelings and with the fact that they just saw their creator (neuvillette, lyney, childe and zhongli a little bit..). while everyone else was murmuring under their breaths about what they should do, you were sleepinf peacefully. and everytime you moved in your sleep everybody would tense up and hold their breaths, scared to wake you up (and scare you in you did).

but after a few minutes you did wake up, to their horror and fascination. you rubbed your eyes and looked around groggily and through the seeping moonlight through your blinds you could make out the many black silhouettes in your room, surrounding you.

freaking out, you held your breath and tried to calm yourself down, telling you that your mind was playing tricks on you but after gulping and turning on your lamp to just reassure you it was nothing, you saw many men surrounding you, wincing at the sudden light.

your jaw dropped before screaming absolute bloody murder, grabbing your pillows and (your poor) plushies and throwing it at the unknown men in your room, closing your eyes shut you prayed to god that this was just a dream when someone spoke.

his voice was dreamy and so soft although deep, like silk. it flowed smoothly like running water.

“are you alright, your grace?”

your what? opening your eyes, you could see that some of the men were grabbing a hold of your plushies while some were on the floor, meaning some did get hid while some others didn’t.

wait a minute.. as you took a closer look at the people you realise that it’s…

“zhongli..?” you mumbled, squinting your eyes to see if it was really him and there was no doubt it was really him. you could see his eyes lighting up, he seemed really happy that you said his name, it was sort of cute.

that was when childe and heizou along with others pushed zhongli, trying to get your attention as they called you their “grace” and acted really really happy to see you.

observing everyone you soon realise that all of these men are all from the very famous game you play—genshin impact. “w-wait a minute.. zhongli-“ you point at him, he nods with a tender smile, you could only smile back nervously, totally unaware of the death glares zhongli was getting.

“heizou, childe, thoma, dainsleif, xiao.. holy crap!” your eyes widen and you hop off your bed, slipping on your slippers are you look at everyone else. “this isn’t real…” you mumbled, holding your head with one of your hands. looking around once more you felt the very intense gazes of the very handsome men staring you down.

your cheeks flushed red as you took in the fact that these handsome men are fighting for your attention, and are literally standing in your room and just.. there!!

walking back into your room, you yank the mattress with all your strength when dainsleif and xiao walked up to you, offering you help to which you shake your head at. “no i’m good, thank you though!”

everybody was waiting patiently for you as you set down the mattress.

“okay.. you guys can sit and sleep there for now.. now tell me what happened. as far as i know you two aren’t from this world, obviously because you are all from genshin impact! you know, the game?”

you said, sitting down on your bed as you watched some of them sit on the mattress while some stood beside the mattress.

they all nodded before albedo spoke. “you see, your grace, we intended to bring you back to our world because that is where you belong—the world you created.” he began, looking into your eyes to look for any reaction.

your eyes widened at his words. “me..?” you said in disbelief. “oh.. uh continue!” albedo continued on.

“and we spent many months working on the machine, and today i had finished it, i called everybody else who are in your room and i turned the notch, and there was blinding light, and then we were in your room.”

you nod your head at his words, taking in the information. “i’m just as confused as you are, your grace.” albedo reassures you, you could only give him a small smile before speaking again.

“listen i’m just.. i’m confused on why you’re you know.. calling me ‘your grace’.. i mean i understand the formalities and all but..”

zhongli and neuvillette raises their brow. “that is because, you are our creator, you created the elements, giving us visions, you carved the very world we live on, teyvat.” zhongli explains.

furrowing your brows, you tried to understand him, you really did but, you just couldn’t imagine yourself doing all of those great things zhongli explained to you.

“listen.. you probably have the wrong person and-“ “no,” everybody whips their towards dainsleif, giving him a scowl for him daring to cut their creator off.

“i can feel like, you are our creator, you.. this feeling you give me, to us, is other worldly, please.. your grace, believe me.”

dainsleif pleads, his eye(s?) staring deep into your soul, begging for you to understand. and to be honest you felt yourself getting lost in his eyes, it was tempting you and… you gave in.

gulping you closed your eyes and sighed. “i-.. fine, i may not believe that i was capable of doing all of those mountain moving stuff but i will.. you know.. just call me y/n.”

all of their eyes widen from surprise. kaveh breaks the mumurs of the men among him. “y-you would give us the honor to call you by your real name? i’m afraid we can no-“

“nuh uh, no need to call me ‘your grace’ anymore, it feels weird being called something so high..” you cut kaveh off and you could hear the collective, audible gasps from around you.

venti, heizou and kaveh (who were standing beside the mattress) basically launched themselves onto you, almost crying from happiness of the fact that you were allowing them to call you by your name.

“oh your grac- no, y/n!! it would be such an honor to call you by your name!” venti cries, hugging your body as heizou and kaveh clinged onto your arms, tears brimming their eyes.

you could only laugh nervously at the sudden affection and pat venti on the back, when you realized that this was a one in a life time experience where you actually meet these handsome (fictional but not anymore) men so you decide to hug venti back, patting his back.

“i-it’s all good venti but uh.. you’re squeezing me a bit too hard..” you managed to get out, tapping him on his arm. venti pulled back and smiled sheepishly. “oops..”

venti, heizou and kaveh got a good scolding from zhongli and dainsleif about jumping on the creator like that.

it was starting to get a bit hot and stuffy in your room so you decided to get up (with kaveh still clinging onto your arm) and walk over to the window and opening it up. feeling the cool breeze hit your face you sighed with satisfaction.

turning back around you saw all men staring right back at you. right.. you still had 23 men in your room. “uh.. so, are you guys thirsty?” you said nervously, offering them a small smile. it was your first time having a guy over at your room let alone 23!!

you don’t even know why you offered them water, you just wanted to ease the awkwardness.

they all nodded and you nod your head, making your way to the door and you could feel them staring holes into the back of your skull.

“i’ll go get some water, i don’t know if i have 23 glasses though..” and as you walked out of your room you could hear many footsteps following behind you, through the hallway and into the kitchen.

sighing, you crouched down to the cabinets and opened it, grabbing as many cups as you can. there was only 10. geez, who knew those “best child in the world” and “best co worker in the world!” would come in handy? you had 5 each, filling each of them up with cold water before passing it to thoma, xiao, neuvillette, wanderer, al-haitham, and a few others.

they were all fighting over who would get the last cup since you held that cup, it was special.

“‘kay, once you’re done drinking just wash and pour another cup for the others okay? here’s the tap and here’s the water jug.” you pointed to the water jug and once they gave you a nod of acknowledgment, you made your way back to the bedroom with zhongli following right behind you.

soon, everybody else came into your room, talking amongst one another. you plopped down on your bed and took a deep breath, taking in everything.

you were sleeping peacefully, woken up to 23 handsome men in your room, threw pillows at them, sat down and talked to them about their situation, offered them water and a place to sleep. yeah.. what a day.

“everything alright, your- y/n? i know it’s a lot to take in i… i want to apologize. is there anything i or we can do to make it up to you?”

turning your head, you faced zhongli and smiled softly. “no, it’s okay, if anything im worried for you guys.. i mean how do you feel? you’re not home anymore and i don’t know how long it’ll be until you guys go back home.”

the men hum and agreement and started to question when they will come back home. that was until neuvillette spoke up.

“but, y/n, we worship you and devote our entire selves for you.. i mean yes we would miss our positions but being with you is much more meaningful.

hm. interesting.. you thought to yourself. they seem very fond and loyal to you. it was cute. yawning, you blinked away your sleepy tears and hummed, making yourself more comfortable in your bed.

“blankets and pillows are in the closet right behind the mattress, make yourself at home..” you mumbled sleepily. “if.. if there’s no more space then you can sleep with me, i can only fit two or three people.”

honestly, who on earth would offer that? but you couldn’t pass this opportunity with these handsome men!! so why not?

everybody’s eyes widen at this offer. some of them scrambling to get onto your bed to sleep by your side, dainsleif, zhongli and neuvillette were pulling back heizou and venti back onto the mattress, knowing they would probably be up to no good next to you.

the ones who managed to get on your bed was childe and xiao, yes, xiao. he wasn’t trying to fight for a spot though (kind of was..) but he accidentally pulled away kaveh instinctively and landed him a spot beside you!!

childe sighed happily and snuggled up close to you, while xiao laid on the bed motionless, it kind of scared you.

“it feels so nice to be by your side y/n~” he mumbled, holding onto your arm, xiao scowled at him—staring daggers at childe. “don’t be so jealous, you’re beside them too you know..”

xiao narrows his eyes before staring up at the ceiling again. even though it was dark you noticed how he seemed to be blushing, was xiao always this cute?

the rest of the men had to sleep on three different mattresses, some even sleeping on the floor because they refused to sleep beside some people. most people ignored itto because he snored, really.. really loudly. he kept you up until 3 am.

you knew you were way too calm when reacting to this situation but then again, you have been a big fan of genshin impact for years now.. and you were crushing on all of them!! you would always wish on the very same bed you’re sharing with childe and xiao, that you could meet them, even if it was in your dreams.

so now that you could actually feel, look and talk to them.. you decided to take this opportunity and try to become as close with them as possible.

even if they have to leave in the end, you want to create many happy memories.

> ✧ part two

note: THIS WAS SO RUSHED AND DOESNT MAKE SENSE I KNOW IM SORRY 😭😭 i promise next part will definitely be better 🙏🏻 as i said before this is not proof read so excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes 😢

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[brucewaynehater101]

Ok so in reverse Robin aus I hate when Tim becomes redhood bc it’s really ooc for him, BUT Steph becoming the black mask after the incident but struggling with the business part (she is smart business is hard) and Tim becoming her right hand is in fact in character for him

seeing as he would not be obsessed with a dick Grayson who despite his murderous tendencies was light, and kind, and Jason who was all Robin gives me magic 😀

but instead Damian who is just as gritty as his father and a bitter Steph?

yep timmers would have a looooot less morals and a lot of money, and the second Robin needs HIS help? He is there!!!

(I don’t see him helping Bruce at all bc in canon Bruce’s grief for Steph lasted like two pages)

Oop. Your ending note is fantastic.

Let's add on, shall we?

Here's some tropes I don't prefer in Reverse Robin AUs:

Tim becoming Red Hood (Tim stealing Jason's shtick again is hilarious in the regular timeline). I will read a good fic with Tim as RH, but I prefer Tim to be Joker Junior, a completely new identity, or an Oracle-like identity.

Batman's partner being named "Robin" (that was Dick's identity he got from his parents. They should have another name)

I personally like Duke being the first one Batman adopts. Maybe Duke's parents get gassed in an alley in front of Batman, and Bruce decides to adopt Duke. The kid can still have his whole gang, and that's how Bruce decides to train Duke instead. Not sure.

Anyways, this could play into the AU you mentioned.

Damian moves on from his mantle, but Duke is still there. Steph, who Duke and Batman meet when she's Spoiler, agrees to fill in Damian's vacancy.

Tim meets Steph on the streets. He would be older than her in this. Your choice on how fanon it is (does he stalk Bats from a young age to take pictures of them), but I like the idea that he sent in cases he solved or tips he heard about.

When she dies, Damian comes home, and Duke is still there. Damian doesn't return to his previous mantle, but he's around. He's actually talking to Bruce again. Bruce thus doesn't grieve her much.

Tim doesn't see a need to step in.

Tim grieves his friend (or gf if that's your preference). Perhaps he goes abroad for a bit to distance himself from the city. There's bound to be some international programs his parents would like for him to take part in. Perhaps he still gets that Lady Shiva training. Dealer's choice.

After a year or two abroad (and if he got training, he learned from more teachers), Tim hears news about someone trying to rival Black Mask.

Since Black Mask took Steph from him, he sees this as a possible chance for revenge. He returns to Gotham.

I don't know if Steph would take up the mantle "Black Mask," but I could see her taking up a moniker that would mock the man (like White Veil, Lilac Cover, or something).

During her time "dead," she ends up getting training. Not sure who'd train her, but she learns more than Bruce ever taught her. Perhaps Helena and her end up chatting?

She's clever, and her father helped her knowledge on the criminal workings of Gotham. She utilizes her skills to gather people on her side and make them loyal to her (by providing great worker benefits, ig).

Tim offers his services to her gang without knowing it's Steph as the head (he plans to ruthlessly use them to get his revenge). Dealer's choice on whether Steph immediately lets him in or doesn't trust him (due to trauma with her death and shit).

Tim does some of the business and intel gathering. He occasionally goes in the field as well. Steph is the main brawns, gang director, and manager. She knows how gangs work, what her people really need/want, and how to manipulate the playing field. Tim can learn these things and suggest moves to Steph, but leaves decision-making to her.

Bruce, due to not knowing Tim, hasn't had the chance to instill tension between Steph and Tim. They have issues like all relationships, but they work it out. There's nowhere near the amount of shit there is in canon.

Maybe Tim's parents are dead by the time Steph gets back. Either way, I hope Crystal learns that her daughter is alive again

[steddieas-shegoes]

I see a lot of fics/headcanons of people thinking Steve is stupid and Eddie defending him - if you’re still doing prompt things, could you do a roll reversal of Steve defending/being protective of Eddie? (He was on his third go of senior year so I can really see him being insecure about his intelligence but trying to hide it)

You’re so right and I’m about to make Steve go feral 😈

Steve had never been so proud of someone in his life, including the kids.

Eddie walking across that stage had seemed like an impossible task just a month ago, but he did it.

They allowed him to do his class work and homework at home because of “safety reasons,” which just meant they didn’t want to deal with him being in class.

Nancy stepped in as teacher, making sure he had everything he needed to pass.

He struggled a little with math, but who didn’t?

Nancy realized quickly he was incredibly smart; The main reason he’d failed twice before was because he was forgetful and easily distracted.

So she sat with him for hours everyday, working on her own homework while she helped him with all of his work.

And now here he was: graduating.

When he walked across the stage, Steve and everyone around him (especially Wayne) cheered as loudly as they could, clapping and screaming their excitement as Eddie limped across the stage.

His left side was still in rough shape, and usually he had a cane, but he insisted that he didn’t need it for this.

Steve knew he just didn’t want to show any weakness.

But as the ceremony ended, people filtered outside to get pictures, and Steve overheard a group of parents saying some terrible shit about Eddie.

“I think it was pity. They didn’t want him here another year so they just passed him.”

“The teachers are probably scared of him. Worried if they fail him, they’ll be next on his list.”

“It’s not like he’s smart. Never made honor roll even when he was young. Not surprising though, no Munson ever does.”

Steve turned to them, face bright red as the anger rushed through him.

“He earned this. Just like anyone else. Worked his ass off even harder to walk, actually. He’s been working through pain, and appointments with doctors, and people like you thinking the worst. And he still did it. He’s smarter than any of you, but you’re all too busy with your nose stuck in each other’s asses to notice.”

Wayne’s hand was on his shoulder, turning him back to the group so he wouldn’t cause more of a scene, but he couldn’t stop.

“And if any of you bothered to raise your kids better, he probably would have graduated the first time instead of having to deal with them bullying him and his friends. He’s too good for this place and you’ll all see what he’s capable of. Definitely more than any of you.”

The parents just walked away, probably assumed it wasn’t worth arguing.

Steve was breathing heavy, his head suddenly throbbing.

“Eddie wouldn’t want you to put yourself in danger, Steve.”

“I know. But they’re wrong.”

“We all know they’re wrong, but they don’t care that they’re wrong. Let’s just go see him, alright?”

Steve nodded and let Wayne lead him outside.

The kids had beat them, all of them crowded around Eddie and hugging him.

When he saw Steve and Wayne coming, Eddie beamed at them.

Wayne got his hug first, both of them trying to hide tears in each others’ shoulders.

But when it was Steve’s turn, Eddie silently offered him an out from the hug.

Steve didn’t take it.

He never would.

He pulled Eddie into a hug, whispering how proud he was and how much he loved him in his ear before pulling away.

He didn’t have to know what people were saying, and he didn’t have to know what Steve said to defend him.

He just had to be loved by everyone the way he was meant to be.

[leavemebetosleep]

do you have any good fluttercord fic recs?

OH BOY DO I. In no particular order (except of when I thought of them):

1: Non-Entity by Captain Wuzz: An AU in which, instead of being turned to stone, Discord was shot in the head with a magic arrow that takes away his sentience and magic for a 1,000 years. Fluttershy mistakes him for a wounded animal and brings him home. I loved it so much.

2: Chaotic Neutral by C-Puff: The magic is starting to fade from Equestria, and the Main 6 and Discord go on an adventure to find out why, and reverse it. A bit of AU, in the sense it was written before the show was done, so it diverts in some places because of that. Super sweet, and I love the character development here.

3: Time is Taller than Space is Wide by Dott. Can also be read on Ao3 if you prefer. Soulmate AU (?) fic with a Groundhog Day style twist. I rarely see fics play with the idea of what if Fluttershy and Discord's friendship had started when they first met, so this is fun.

4 & 5: Blank and it's sequel Reconnection by @geekcat. Can also be read on fanfic.net. AU in which, before Discord can choose friendship over ruling Equestria, Twilight remembers a "reformation" spell. He is stripped of his free will, and Fluttershy does her best to bring him back. If you don't like the idea of Twilight being a villain, you might not like this one, but I think her villain arc in this is done in a perfect way for her character. It's super heart wrenching in many places, but in a good way.

6: Our Fair Lady of the Chaos Lord, also by GeekCat Can also be read on fanfic.net. Fairy tale inspired AU in which Fluttershy is a princess who's father is pressuring her to marry noble knight Sir Big Mac. Wanting to be sure he's a good person, she makes a deal with the Chaos Lord, letting herself be "kidnapped" so she can test his character. You can guess who she falls for instead. Honestly I've enjoyed all of GeekCat's fics, so they're getting an extra mention. Check out the rest of their fluttercord fics if you like any of these.

7: The Draconequus with the Dragon Tattoo by A M Shark This is a major case of, strange premise, kick ass results. Basically an AU based off Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Steig Larsson, with Discord as Lisbeth, and Fluttershy as an amalgamation of Mikael and several other characters, but focusing more on the murder mystery aspect of that book, and less on the...everything else. If you're familiar with GwtDT, don't worry, there's no rape scenes. Again, it's more about the murder mystery part. If you're not familiar with GwtDT, then don't worry again, because you don't need to know the original to enjoy it. It's just Discord and Fluttershy playing detective and solving a murder together. It has two sequels, but I haven't read them yet, and it didn't feel right to rec something I haven't read.

8: The Corpse Bride by Bad Horse. Dark fic. No relation to the Burton movie. Fluttershy dies in a tragic accident, and Discord brings her back from the dead as his zombie wife. Her friends (sans Pinkie) are horrified. Has a fantastic twist ending. If you like some of the darker stuff, def worth a read.

Bonus: Comic rec: The Last Adventure by Eveeka. Taking place after the final defeat of Tirek, Cozy, and Chrysalis, Discord gets into a depressive funk after shouldering the hatred from Ponyville citizens for his latest actions, but also because his friends seem to never be available anymore. He starts to think maybe Equestria would be better off without him, as he can't seem to exist with out making everyone miserable, and decides to hide away in the Everfree forest. Fluttershy, worried when he doesn't show up for tea, asks her friends for help, only to discover there's a monster running lose there he and the rest of Equestria might be in danger from. This fic has two endings, so keep reading even when it seems like it's over. You've got one more ending left. This one nearly made me cry.

[andrea-lyn]

The Raven Cycle - Master Fic Rec Post

See under the cut for fifteen total recs, mostly Pynch. There's also 10 additional in the "Recs Less Travelled" project here.

and on the seventh day he rested by Prevalent_Masters

On the seventh day, the Lynch brothers discovered they were friends once more.

Or, the week following the (near) apocalypse.

cool of your hand, back of my neck by grandfather_clock

Adam Parrish has been dumped for the second time ever. Ronan Lynch is a gleeful, weirdly invested observer. They drive around all night long. featuring: teenagers pretending they aren’t in love, shouting over loud music, minor arson, major arson, ronan lynch’s hand fixation, and an unfortunate amount of kiting.

getting swept away by sunmoontruth

“So. Your page. Your knight. Two different people, yes?” the psychic guesses—intuits. She points to each of the tarot cards: a girl with a golden cup, a boy with a golden cup. “Yes,” Gansey says. “But similar feelings,” the psychic says, mostly to herself. She opens her mouth. She closes her mouth. She instructs, “Last card.” Gansey draws. Death. Reversed. — Or a cross country road-trip, developing feelings, and the end of the world

god only knows (what i'd be without you) by RhymeReason

[Part of Gansey was starting to accept that two of his best friends were most likely dead.]

Or: gansey finds adam and ronan :)

hold me tight, fear me not by audikatia for Northisnotup

When Adam stepped around, he found himself suddenly in an emerald glen of moss-covered trees. More blue roses scattered over the green ground like raindrops or tears.

And there, in the center, was a man pinned to a tree with an arrow through his heart. :: Tam Lin AU

i should have loved a thunderbird instead by ssstrychnine

persephone leaves adam three things: her tarot cards, her voice, and a phone from 2003.

I Worship You, Your Fingers Snag My Soul by sherasaidgaywrites

He breathed into Adam’s mouth, his voice different, somehow; filled with meaning: “Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” He did his smoker’s breath, his fingertips a whisper on nerves. “His name was Adam.” And, oh, that was so fitting. What was Adam if not a man built from the dust? - Ronan does some contemplation during mass and then comes home to his second object of worship. He likens Adam unto God’s creations, Adam likens him unto God.

if, if, if by writerforlife

Declan decides it’s about time he and Adam Parrish have a chat.

like a secret (like an oath) by demigodbeautiies

“You know Richard Gansey well enough to be invited to his wedding,” Adam says, and it isn’t quite a question. Then he shakes his head, like he’s clearing it of a much bigger piece of debris, and says, “You’re the best man at his wedding?” - Pynch Fake Dating AU

Night Owls by aceofreaders (Kickasscookieeater)

Adam Parrish has worked at The Night Owl since the end of his college freshman year. It's named so because it's open late, which suits Adam just fine because no one ever comes in during those last hours before 12am.

Except, then someone does.

A foul mouthed, viciously handsome someone, who brings a slow rolling storm of change into Adam's steady life. And when he does, Adam won't be able to lie anymore.

since you've been home, see what you have become by Mici (noharlembeat)

Adam goes touring colleges, and Ronan comes along. And Opal, well. She stays with Declan.

Someone Worth Knowing by SprigsofViolets

Alex Claremont-Diaz and Adam Parrish meet on their first day at NYU. They do not hit it off—cue the academic rivalry. They hate each other until they learn to understand each other.

(I can’t tell you how many times I’ve re-read this one, esp as it hits two of my fave canons in all the right places)

There's No Place Like My Room by Lil_Redhead

Sometimes endings are endings, but sometimes they’re just middles and the real ending is very, very far away.

Or, the days between the last chapters and the epilogue of Greywaren

Time Isn’t Real (but you’re a constant) by SpiritsFlame

“Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.” - Albert Einstein. Adam wakes up in the future, learns a few things about himself, about time, and about his priorities. But mostly he just wishes that Time was doing it’s job better.

(you told me) this is right where it begins by starsandgutters

The aftermath of dealing with the demon leaves behind a wake of emotional debris they were not – couldn’t have been – fully prepared to tackle. They all have a lot on their plate: assessing the damage, picking up the broken pieces, allowing the wounds to scar over. And, of course, there’s the matter of Adam-and-Ronan. (Or: falling in love doesn’t magically fix all problems, but maybe that’s alright.)

And a blanket rec for pretty much anything shinealightonme has written for the fandom.

[goldenblu]

ohhh my gosh that whole mask sanji idea has me REELING. sanji gains emotions the hard way but he's constantly questioning if it's real or not, if it's still an act, if it has ever been an act, who is his loyalty to now, to his country or his crew? which family? and maybe stealth black has been a mask as well, maybe that cruel, apathetic assassin is a product of pretending for the vinsmokes- so is there anything left of him that is not hollow desire to play for affection?

even if there isn't. the strawhats will love every part of him they find. maybe it will be hard at first, maybe they will feel betrayed and lost and angry. but he is nakama, and a mask is still a product of skin and bone. he has always been capable of being sanji.

like no pressure to continue on this idea in fic form but my god, if you have any more thoughts on this or anything like it i would pay to see them <3 it's so beautiful

YOU. YOU GET IT.

asdksfja;lksjf sanji realizes that he’s come to see the strawhats as something more than a target, a tool to use and then cast away.

(he doesn’t dare to think the word family because that would be a betrayal of his real family, wouldn’t it? it would be an admission of his failure, and he refuses to be a failure.)

it’s all part of the act, he tells himself. it doesn’t mean anything. it won’t last.

but it doesn’t change the fact that he remembers all the strawhats’ favorite foods, that he knows how tell when chopper needs a little hot chocolate pick-me-up, that fighting back to back with zoro feels in sync and familiar in a way that it shouldn’t. all of these useless pieces of information and instincts that he shouldn’t have but does anyway.

so sanji panics—and isn’t that a new experience for him, panicking. every time the strawhats look at him, they see someone who doesn’t actually exist, shouldn’t exist. it makes him feel some emotion that he’s never felt before and can’t identify. it’s terrible; he can’t stand to be this person he’s not for any longer.

maybe he’s the one to reveal his true identity and goal to the strawhats. because he knows he’s in too deep; he needs to cut these ties himself and finish the mission he should have finished long ago.

or maybe it’s not up to him at all, maybe judge sends one of his brothers to find him because he’s taking too long. ichiji or whoever shows up on the sunny, gets a laugh out of sanji trying to play house on a boat, and then announces that sanji doesn’t need to pretend anymore, it’s time to deal the finishing blow and return home with whatever information he’s acquired.

however it happens, sanji does the whole “my name is vinsmoke sanji” speech from wci except it’s real this time, and that’s how the truth comes out. which is fine, it doesn’t matter what the strawhats think of him. it’s better this way, it’s better that they know where sanji’s true loyalties lie: with germa.

(right? this has always been an indisputable fact. so why does he feel so conflicted about it now?)

i don’t know how the plot would play out from here but later, when push comes to shove, sanji realizes at the very last minute that all he’s doing is exchanging one mask for another. he can’t go back to how things were before—his father won’t like that one of his perfect sons is compromised with such weaknesses, but more than that, sanji doesn’t want to be the emotionless third prince of germa anymore.

(the thought he won’t allow himself to think: maybe he never did.)

he never realized before that it was possible to have the freedom to choose, but he does now. so he pulls an uno reverse card and instead of betraying the strawhats, he betrays the only life he’s ever known and saves the strawhats instead, very publicly turning his back on the vinsmokes. the details of how exactly this happens escape me but let’s assume he’s successful in telling germa to fuck off. (for now, at least. i imagine this doesn’t last since judge would be unimaginably angry and go after him, but that’s a problem for later sanji.)

regardless, when it’s all said and done, sanji doesn’t expect the strawhats to allow him back onto the crew. he’s not a good person, he’s deceived and killed hundreds of people in cold blood. he lied to them, betrayed them, pretended to be someone he’s not. the strawhats know that now. by all rights, they should want to kill him. most people would. sanji would.

but they don’t. sanji doesn’t know what they see in him, but whatever it is, it’s enough for luffy accept him even after everything he’s done. admittedly, the rest of the crew still has their reservations; it’s clear enough that they’re hurt and angry and wary of him.

you broke our trust, nami tells him.

i know. sanji hesitates, and then says, i’m sorry.

it’s new to him, this feeling of guilt eating away at him, and he almost stumbles over the words. he’s never had to apologize before, not genuinely. stealth black doesn’t apologize. stealth black doesn’t feel regret.

but he’s not stealth black anymore. he’s someone else. he doesn’t know who, exactly, but he does know who he wants to be. black leg sanji, the man who only existed on this ship for these past few weeks/months, the man who was capable of caring and being cared for—sanji wants that to be real.

luffy’s giving you a chance to rebuild it, nami says. so don’t waste it.

it’s hard, at first. sanji has never not had to play a role before so now he’s confronted with the question: what parts of him are the result of the persona he puts on and what parts are truly sanji? he’s worn a mask in some form or another for so long—certain things are so ingrained in him that he can’t tell the difference anymore.

the next time he cooks dinner, he wonders: is this desire to feed his the crew real, or is it a leftover habit from black leg sanji? the next time he kills someone for going after the strawhats, he wonders: this ruthless capacity for violence, does that come from himself or from vinsmoke sanji?

but maybe it doesn’t matter where it came from because he can make it his. because nothing can take away the fact that for the first time, sanji is doing what he wants to do and not just what he’s told to do.

he says as much to luffy, who smiles and responds, i always knew you could do it.

and over time, the strawhats begin to trust him again. usopp stops being quite so nervous around him. nami starts working on her maps in the galley again, and this time sanji doesn’t have to lie when she asks him questions about the islands he’s been to. zoro tells him that he’d better not hold back during their spars, so sanji stops trying to hide it and lets his sharp edges stay sharp and dangerous and deadly. chopper learns the truth about sanji’s physical enhancements but it doesn’t stop him from worrying over him anyway, which makes sanji’s chest feel warm for some reason.

(and that’s a whole other thing—now sanj has to figure out how the fuck he’s supposed to deal with having emotions because holy shit do you people feel this way all the time?? it’s so much, it’s overwhelming.

he keeps having to ask: what is this feeling or that feeling or that feeling?? and everyone teaches him: fear. sadness. happiness. all things that sanji once thought were impossible for him to feel.)

he still struggles to balance kindness and cruelty sometimes—though he’s capable of feeling compassion now, it’s mainly only ever for the strawhats, and he’s still merciless to anyone he considers an enemy. in any case, his crew is there to support him, to help him figure out: who is he in the absence of everything that’s defined the last nineteen years of his life?

the answer? the cook of the strawhat pirates, sanji. just sanji. that’s who he is and who he’ll always be.

[acearcane]

Help me choose my next project!

Per custom, I have too many ideas and no clue which one to go with. So I'm going to leave it up to the fates. (Aka, you. You're the fates.)

All of these are Umbrella Academy fics, but you don't need to know anything about the show to vote. Just choose whichever title sounds coolest, or feel free to read the summaries beneath the poll.

Most of my fic ideas are Five or Vikor-centric. There's a Klaus one in there though, and an Allison one.

1. time, that fickle temptress

At first, Five assumes it’s a fluke, the trick of a tired mind. Just a lost recollection here or there; nothing too unusual for a man of his age. But when the memories begin disappearing at a faster rate, Five begins to piece together what is truly truly going on.

His mind and body are attempting to realign. He’s becoming thirteen again.

2. i look in a mirror and i see you

Five Hargreeves has been trapped in the apocalypse for almost five years; a bit ironic, isn’t it? His powers are working just fine, but he finds himself faced with a peculiar problem: he can’t seem to find the right timeline.

After another jump goes wrong, Five finds himself in a universe where he and his siblings were never adopted; in fact, they never even had powers. It’s there that he meets a younger version of himself, and sees what life might’ve been like if it weren’t for his father.

3. the voice of god

Allison is tired of losing everyone and everything she loves. Be it the fault of her father, the universe, or the careless actions of her siblings, she’s reached the point where she can’t take it any more. Someone needs to suffer for what has happened, and Allison is more than willing to make them suffer.

In which the author gives Allison a self-indulgent villain arc that does not involve sexual assault.

4. a morbid reflection

The Hargreeves may be broken people, but they have always tried their best to do what is right.

This isn’t the case in every universe.

When Allison reset the timeline with an incomplete equation, it fractured, resulting in dozens of different universes that are shaky reflections of the original. The Hargreeves and their allies have been scattered across these dimensions, trapped in worlds that are not their own with no clear path home.

Lila finds herself alone in one such universe. In this timeline, the members of the Umbrella Academy are not the heroes that are known and loved in other dimensions. Instead, they are the villains of this world, dark and twisted versions of the people Lila has come to love.

Unfortunately for her, if she’s going to get home, she’s going to need their help. She’ll do whatever it takes to convince them--or trick them--into giving her what she wants. But Lila isn’t the only one with ulterior motives; unbeknownst to her, there’s someone else pulling the strings, and they aren’t afraid to let the world burn along the way.

“This is the price of being powerful. Sometimes we step on ants.”

5. oh to be young again

Five tries to reverse the mistake that got him trapped in his 13-year-old body. Something goes wrong, and now his siblings are stuck as kids, too.

6. my brother’s keeper

(An Umbrella Academy/The Hunger Games AU) When Five Hargreeves’ brother is reaped for the 170th Annual Hunger Games, Five volunteers in a desperate ploy to save his life. He doesn’t expect to win, not when he’s so much smaller and younger than the rest of the tributes, but he’s willing to do anything to get back to Viktor. If that means defying the odds and fighting his way through twenty-three tributes to return home, then so be it.

Unbeknownst to Five, rebellion is boiling at the seams of Panem. The flame of revolution that died nearly a hundred years ago with Katniss Everdeen has been rekindled, and it has chosen this year’s tributes as its puppets.

Now Five finds himself faced with two choices: play the Capitol’s game and lose himself in the process, or fan the fires of revolution and risk losing the world instead.

7. the skeleton key

Klaus can’t take it any more; after one too many evenings spent trapped in the house of the dead, the ten-year-old boy decides to call the authorities on his father. Things don’t go quite as planned, and after months of brutal court cases and custody battles, Klaus and his siblings are scattered across the country through the foster care system.

Six years later, and Klaus hasn’t heard from his siblings since the day they were torn apart. As far as he’s aware, they never want to see him again; he did destroy their life, after all. But then a powerful new enemy rears their head, and Klaus starts receiving instructions through the mail. If he wants to save the world, he’ll have to reunite the Umbrella Academy… and just hope that the anonymous tipper feeding him information is friend, not foe.

8. rusty bullets

(Zombie apocalypse/no power AU) Viktor Hargreeves was attending his first semester of college when the world fell apart. Now the undead roam the streets, and Viktor isn’t quite sure how he’s still alive. One thing is certain, though; he needs to make it back to his hometown, back to his girlfriend Sissy. To do that, he’ll need to join forces with a ragtag band of survivors and battle his way across the apocalypse. The odds are not in his favor, so it’s a good thing Viktor has never been one to give up.

9. a trick of the fates

(Self-indulgent OC fic. They aren't a couple tho, just pals against the end of the world.) When Five Hargreeves escapes the apocalypse after six long years of solitude, he’s ecstatic. Now he has plenty of time to stop the apocalypse before it’s even begun. Only problem? He lands in Larkspur, Colorado, hundreds of miles away from home. And that’s not all… his powers don’t seem to be working, either.

Quincy Gray has never understood her powers, nor does she want to. Unfortunately, they’re becoming harder and harder to control. A miracle arrives in the form of a bedraggled boy who falls out of the sky and into her backyard. They quickly strike up a deal; Quincy gets him home to New York City, and Five teaches her how to use her powers along the way.

Nothing could go wrong, right?

[tianasficrecs168]

Kimetsu no Yaiba fic recs

Some of these are juvenile and silly (case in point: "Right here, on my phone", Zenitsu uses flirt: it's super effective!) but I like them.

Also, any reader stuff you see that's on my list is quality - as in, the character that's supposed to be the reader (us) has just enough of a personality that I really just consider this an OC fic with weird pronoun use.

On a completey unrelated note, I'm going to strangle Surveycorpjean specifically. Their fics are so fuckin good omg, I lose my shit every time.

Anyway, you know the drill.

A black dot • means it’s a one-shot

A heart ♡ means it’s focused on Sexy times (it’s pure filth PWP, or like, a plot focused on getting to the porn part lol)

Brackets (…) means it's still being updated/not done/WIP – and I'm paying close attention to it

Esselle: “Fuwafuwa” (Tanjirou/Inosuke) • Inosuke likes it when people tell him he's great at things, because it's true, and they should all acknowledge how powerful he is. But whenever Tanjiro does it, it makes him feel… weird. -- ふわふわ (fuwafuwa) can mean several different things: 1. Fluffy; soft. 2. Light and airy. 3. The way Tanjiro makes Inosuke feel.

Perliegrimm: “Tempura” (Tanjirou/Inosuke) • Inosuke’s habit of ranting to Nezuko is one borne out of the available knowledge that she can’t gossip to anyone- thus making her the perfect confidant in aiding (and concealing) his secret feelings for a certain swordsman. At least… That’s what he thinks. (Not that Inosuke necessarily thinks.)

Horae: “The Boy in the Box” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu) Nezuko didn’t think much of the boy sobbing in the road, until he protected Tanjiro. Tanjiro knew Zenitsu was different when he first met him, and couldn’t help but chase the scent peaches and kindness, literally. It’s only fair that he take care of Zenitsu, after he got hurt protecting him, right? Role Reversal AU: Where Nezuko is a demon slayer and Demon!Tanjiro immediately takes an interest in Zenitsu. Takes place from Nezuko and Zenitsu’s meeting to the gang's recovery in the butterfly estate.

Kinyve: “Right here, on my phone” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu) Zenitsu has a magical device that keeps track of his relationships in real life with cute hearts, kind of like an otome game! Wait, why does Tanjirou have bombs? what do the bombs mean does Tanjirou hate him oh fuck Tanjirou hates him wh-

Kinyve: “Lean on” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu) • Zenitsu's about to get a stiff neck if this guy doesn't get a move on.

 Kinyve: “The Transmigration of Kaigaku Inadama” (...) (SI!OC/Rengoku) Kaigaku thought that was it. After jumping off the bridge, he’d be dead. Or at least, he should be. Instead, he woke up staring up at a dazzling blue sky, the sickeningly sweet scent of peaches wafting through his nostrils, and his head on a particularly sturdy rock.

Bonsaiy: “Worship the flame” (Sanemi/Giyuu) •♡ Sanemi encounters a demon with a pesky lust-related Demon Blood Art in the south of Honshu, and heroically exterminates it before it can make prey of anymore innocent humans. This fic is not about that. This fic is about the aftermath, and about Giyuu finally becoming closer to Shinazugawa. Just... not in the way he probably first thought about.

Bonsaiy: “The troposphere in his eyes” (Sanemi/Giyuu) • Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, and approximately 25 cliché fanfiction tropes.

Grenades: - “So full of love (I could barely eat)” (Sanemi/Giyuu) • “...Do you think I’m a bad cook?”  A gust of air pushes its way through Sanemi’s open mouth. “What?”  Tomioka flushes- no, he blushes, ears and cheeks dark- and looks away. “The ohagi. Was it bad?”  Sanemi was expecting Tomioka to kill him, or mock him- but this is so, so much worse.

Bloodsbane: - “Warm Body, Soft Breath” (Tanjirou/Inosuke) “What are you two doing?” “It’s just cuddling, Inosuke.” The strange eyes of the boar mask tilted back in the Kamado siblings’ direction. “What’s cuddling?”

Novashyperion: “There’s Room Here For Two” (Inosuke/Zenitsu) • Inosuke has no sense of personal space, and Zenitsu learns that the hard way. It becomes a lot easier as time goes on. - 3 Times Inosuke used Zenitsu as a bed/pillow, and 1 Time Zenitsu did the same.

Glueskin: “They say there’s good grief” (Sanemi/Giyuu) but how can you tell it from the bad? or, giyuu begins the painstaking process of trying to remember how to be a functional human being.

Favspacetwink: “Peace in your violence” (Sanemi/Giyuu)♡ • “Mmnh - mmnh - mmnh-” “Better keep it down, Tomioka,” Sanemi breathes in his ear. Giyuu groans into the hand covering his mouth. “What did I just fucking say?”

JuniRiceBall: “Rip and tear” (Sanemi/Giyuu)♡ • For a mission, Tomioka Giyuu has to borrow one of Shinazugawa Sanemi's yukatas. Too bad it causes one of them to overheat.

Neoqueenserenity: “Jealous of the Moon” (Sanemi/Giyuu) • "Shinazugawa, I'm not taking your last name unless I'm getting something out of it." Before he realized what he'd said out loud, he noticed the wind pillar's face contort in rage. “WAIT NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT—” He ducked on instinct, barely missing the fist aimed for his skull. Or: Giyuu and Sanemi are sent on a mission together to take down a demon who targets brothers, and they pretend to be siblings. It does not go well.

Orenji: “Home is with you” (Sanemi/Giyuu) • Sanemi’s face crumples. “Fuck,” he says, huffing out a short laugh, throwing his head back. “You’re gonna make me cry. I hate you.” “You don’t,” Giyuu says, confidently, fondly. “You love me. Just as much as I love you.” (Giyuu has never believed in fate, but meeting Sanemi again hundreds of years later seems like the Universe is giving them one more shot to get it right.)

Pinkichor: “Comfort of a Storm” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu) • Zenitsu’s entire body seemed to drop like he was exhausted without the will to take another step. “Tanjiro...doesn’t your blanket smell good enough? It’s certainly less weird.” Tanjiro wrapped his arms around Zenitsu, shaking his head, pulling cloth with the movement. “This is better.” Zenitsu tried his very best to walk forward with Tanjiro affectionately attached to his back, but Tanjiro picked up his feet when Zenitsu did, and the only thing he succeeded in was bringing Tanjiro to his chosen futon.

Frogsterz: “To be special” (Tanjirou/Inosuke) • “Shut up!” Inosuke wants to scream, but then he realises Tanjirou absolutely must not wake up and settles for a death hiss, hands curling against his sides. Stupid thinking stupid foresight stupid— “I don’t think about those kinds of things! They’re a waste of time! And pack means family!" “Well a pack doesn’t have to be blood-related, I don’t think,” Zenitsu flops onto the grass and stares at the sky. “I think having someone to love would be a very nice thing to have, you know. The whole—not being alone thing, not being given up on thing.” (Or, Inosuke is special to Tanjirou. Tanjirou is special to Inosuke. They've really got to work on their communication.)

 Frogsterz: “Christ, just hold still” (Sanemi/Reader) There are many things that after a year of being in the Demon Slayer medical corps you’ve gotten used to. The stench of ash and blood in the air. The sight of half-eaten, half-chewed bodies strewn across the floor. Applying tourniquets, lopping off limbs when they’ve been beyond saving, patching up the lightly and the grievously injured. You can handle just about anything now. But this? This asshole who keeps running away from you and your attempts to stop him from fucking bleeding out in a forest? He really pisses you off.

Kenmagoesblep: “Human manners 101” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu/Inosuke) • Being an uneducated feral boy, Inosuke gets thrown off, confused and overwhelmed over the smallest, stupidest things. It’s really embarrassing. So, while they’re not obliged to do any of this, Tanjiro and Zenitsu have this nonverbal agreement that they’d do their best to teach Inosuke some basic human knowledge. Building pillow forts, however, doesn't qualify as such, yet here they are.

StrawBunni: - “Zenitsu uses flirt: it's super effective!” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu/Inosuke) Sensing that the conversation is done, Zenitsu pushes away from the door and continues heading towards the roof, thinking through what he just heard. Flirting to get what you want, huh? Would that actually work for someone like him too? or High School AU where Zenitsu decides to try and use flirting to get Inosuke and Tanjiro to follow the dress code and ends up with two boyfriends instead, which for some reason he didn’t see coming.

Redyarns: - “Acoustics” (Zenitsu/Tanjirou) • “Well,” Zenitsu sighed, finishing the wrap and tucking it with a good pull. He needed to thank his Gramps for teaching him how to treat minor wounds. “Be more careful, okay? You’re the best one out of all of us, we can’t lose you to a minor demon.” “I love you,” Tanjirou said, and it came out breathy, like he hadn’t meant to say it. Zenitsu snorted and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Love you too,” he said sarcastically. “Huh?” Tanjirou said. “I love you too?” Zenitsu repeated slowly, now getting confused when Tanjirou’s sound became sour with disappointment. “Uh, right? We’re friends? We are friends, right?” He said, suddenly nervous. “Yes, of course we are,” Tanjirou said immediately, and though there was still that sharp twang of sourness in his sound, at least he was smiling. Weird. *** Five times Tanjirou confessed and one time Zenitsu got it.

Kagshina: “Ignite” (Tanjirou/Zenitsu/Inosuke) • Inosuke’s chest clenches without explanation. Whatever this feeling is, he doesn’t like it. Tanjiro’s not supposed to cry. Tanjiro’s supposed to be strong, like him. He punches Zenitsu’s shoulder. “Why the hell is Tanjiro crying?! That’s supposed to be your thing!” (In which Inosuke witnesses affection and there’s lots of crying.)

xtwilightzx (blackidyll): “Daybreak” (Tanjirou/Giyuu) • Giyuu is asleep on his side, head turned towards Tanjirou, close enough that Tanjirou would barely need to stretch to touch him. Tanjirou just looks— —and the wonder sets in slowly, like dawn gradually seeping colour into the darkness of the night.

Surveycorpjean: “Killer Downpour” (Inosuke/Tanjirou/Zenitsu) Once again, the world feels so small, and Tanjirou’s heart feels so big.

[ladytauria]

Would you consider writing 13 and/or 18 from the prompt list for jaytim?

i would!! <3

i wrote them both bc i thought they worked very well together, though. i did change the wording of the second prompt to make it fit. (it is still bolded tho.)

i went through… 3 or 4 different concepts for this fic before i finally settled on reverse robins, bc i have been thinking about another reverse robins au (i blame @bi-bats). this is not that au, but instead a different one which ran away with me as soon as i got into the flow of writing it <3

there is also a part in it that is inspired by something @deepwithintheabyss said in a chat once. (which i’ll clarify in the tags & end notes on ao3 lol).

ANYWAY. this is more in the gen/pre-slash vein as it technically covers tim & jason’s first time actually meeting / speaking to each other, &. as it ran away with me the way it did, probably kind of messy? ^^; but i hope you like it, nonny, & thank you very much for the prompt!

It isn’t very often that Tim comes across Robin. Both Batman and Nightwing do their best to keep them separate and—so far at least—the little Robin hasn’t made an attempt to circumvent their efforts. Except tonight, though he has a feeling that the little bird didn’t necessarily mean for their paths to cross.

He’s sitting in an alley; canary yellow cape wrapped around his body. Tim drops, silent, from the roof, landing six feet from him. This close, he can see the tremors wracking his frame.

“Robin,” he says.

Robin flinches, hard; nearly smacking his head back against the brick. Guilt rises in Tim’s throat. There are shiny tears trailing down his cheeks, though the white-outs of his domino are still down. Tim feels the moment Jason’s eyes lock on him.

He immediately shifts into a non-threatening stance. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, holding up his hands, fingers spread wide.

“Hood?” Robin’s voice wobbles.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he says; crouching down to Robin’s level. “Are you alright?” There’s a mild strain of fear toxin being sold right now. Tim’s been working on tracking down the source, but so far, all of his leads have led him to dead ends. Could Robin have been hit with a dose? That would explain his upset—maybe the lack of Batman, too.

Robin shivers. He draws his cape tighter around him. He shakes his head—though whether in answer or not Tim couldn’t say. He buries his face in his knees again, muffling a soft sob.

Tim’s chest twists. “Do you want me to call—”

Robin’s head jerks up again. “No!” he says, immediately, the desperation in his voice nearly knocking Tim back. “Please, please don’t—”

“Okay,” Tim says, gentling his voice. He doubts it does much with the voice modulator in the way. “Okay, I won’t call anyone.” He bites his lip. He can’t leave him here. Whatever’s happened, whether it’s fear toxin or not, it’s affected him deeply. “Do you feel safe enough to come with me?” He offers his hand.

Robin stares at it, biting his lip. Then he nods, taking Tim’s hand. His grip is tight—almost too much so.

They rise to their feet together.

“I’ll call my bike,” Tim says, still in that gentle tone. “Do you think you can hold on?” The hand not holding Tim’s is still clutching his cape, holding it around himself. He’s still shivering. Even the fingers in Tim’s hand are trembling.

Robin nods. “Y-yeah.”

He gives his hand a squeeze. He hopes it’s reassuring. Then he pulls out his keys and presses the button that will summon his bike to them. It takes less than ten minutes for it to roll up to the mouth of the alley. Robin finally lets go of his hand when he goes to climb on the bike. As soon as Tim is settled, he climbs on behind him; his arms snug around Tim’s waist, his front plastered against Tim’s back.

Tim drives. Not to his Nest, but to one of the well-equipped safehouses he has on this end of the Narrows. As soon as they’re off the bike, Robin drifts close to him again; so close their arms are almost brushing. He walks them around to the alley. He offers an arm to Robin automatically, and though Robin’s own grappling hook—and the spare—sits on his hip, he steps into Tim’s arm, against his chest.

Tim is not a tall man. Despite that, and the fact that there are only three years between them, Robin barely comes up to his shoulder. Tim secures his grip on him, holding him close, and grapples up the fire escape.

When they land, Robin doesn’t move; staying pressed against Tim’s side, his forehead pressed to his shoulder. Tim doesn’t make him move. It’s easy enough to wrap both arms around him, let him stand within the circle of them as he disengages the security on the window.

Then he nudges him. “C’mon, Robin. Let’s get inside.”

A beat passes before Robin moves. Tim follows right behind him, re-engaging his security after he shuts the window. He pulls off his helmet with a soft, mechanical hiss, letting it dangle from his fingers. Robin has pulled his cape around him again. He stands, something almost unsure in the stance of his body.

“C’mon,” Tim says, laying a gentle hand on Robin’s back. He leans into it, but doesn’t resist when he walks them forward, until they reach the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get us something to drink.” Something warm, preferably, but even just water or a sports drink would suffice.

Then he’ll get to the bottom of whatever’s going on here.

He finds some tea; one of the few herbal blends he keeps. He brews two cups. While he waits, he takes off his domino, gloves, and the most prominent of his weapons. Then he takes the cups to the living room. Like Tim, Robin has removed his gloves and domino, alongside his boots and gloves, leaving Jason Wayne sitting on his couch. His cape is wrapped around him again, and he’s tucked all of his limbs into it, curling into a ball so small he takes up only one of the couch cushions.

Tim’s chest pangs.

“Here,” he says, offering Jason the cup.

Jason takes it, both hands curling around it and pulling it to his chest. His eyes are rimmed with red.

Tim hesitates a moment—and then sits right next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Jason melts into his side.

“Sorry,” he says softly.

“For what?” Tim asks, stroking Jason’s bicep with his thumb.

“Being difficult. I didn’t— I know you’d rather have called someone. I. I promise I won’t stay for long.”

Tim turns his head, tucking his nose into Jason’s curls. It’s not the most pleasant of smells—he smells like sweat, like Gotham night air. Under that, there’s a hint of soap. “You’re not being difficult, Jason,” he says gently, carefully. “And you can stay for as long as you need.”

Jason exhales slowly. “Thanks,” he says.

He doesn’t sound convinced. Tim tightens his arm. “I mean it. It’s not… I don’t mind having you here.” He doesn’t. He may not be on the best terms with the bats, but that animosity, that strain, doesn’t extend to Jason. He may not be happy that some other kid took on the cape he died in, but he could acknowledge that Bruce and Damian had learned from their mistakes. Jason patrolled far less than Tim ever had, and almost never on his own. He was kept away from the worst of the rogues, too. Most of his life was focused on the non-cape side of things; school and hobbies and friends, and, recently, working with the Martha Wayne Foundation.

Tim would have despised it.

Jason thrives.

And Tim admires what he’s accomplished. He’s a good Robin. A good person. The only reason he’s never reached out—

Well. Bruce and Damian barely tolerate his presence, reaching out only when there’s no other choice. Cass— He’s not sure she’ll ever forgive him for choosing this path. His relationships with Steph and Alfred may be fine, but the other three could easily make things difficult, and— Honestly. He has no idea what Jason has been told about him.

The way he’s curled against him suggests it may not be all bad.

There’s also his philosophy on vigilantism. He’s chosen a different path than the others; a path with far more blood and violence. It’s no secret that Jason has fought with Bruce about methodology before, and Tim— As tempting as it is, sometimes, to steal Batman’s partner right out from under him… Tim won’t make that worse. Spending time with him could very well fan those flames higher.

He’s not going to explain all of that right now. Or maybe ever. Instead he says, “My problems with Damian and Bruce have nothing to do with you. They would probably rather you avoid me—and that’s fine—but… you’re not unwelcome in my territory, or my safehouses,” he says. “If you need a place to go, back-up—you can call me.” He pauses. “And that goes for civilian life too. You need me, you call. I’ll answer.”

Jason twists. He presses his face against Tim’s shoulder. It can’t be comfortable—he’s still wearing his armor, a sturdy kevlar-weave. “Thanks,” he says, and his voice is watery again.

Tim moves his hand to cup the back of his head. He kisses Jason’s crown.

They stay like that until Jason pulls away.

By now the tea has cooled. When his cup is about half gone, he asks, “Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?”

Jason bites his lip and shrugs. “I dunno. A lot,” he says, quietly. “Bruce an’ I are fighting again. About my mom.”

Tim hums. Steph has complained to him about Sheila Haywood more than once. He’s never met the woman himself, but from everything he’s heard—and looked into—he’s… not impressed, to put it mildly. “Sounds stressful,” he says.

“Yeah. He thinks— He says she’s taking advantage.” Jason sounds disgusted. “But— He doesn’t get it. She’s had a hard life. The system fucked her over, and she didn’t have the money to fight it. She just needs a little help, that’s all, and—” He cuts himself off. “I just wanna help her. Like I couldn’t help my other mom, the one that raised me. An’ it’s just— Every time I bring her up now, Bruce gets this pinched look on his face. Damian’s no help. Steph’s no help. Even Cass isn’t any help! I just— It sucks. An’ we fought about it again today.

“So I— Tonight, I told him I wanted to patrol on my own. Clear my head. ‘Cause he said I could now. An’ it was fine, it went fine, until. There was this robbery, an’ I guess— I guess they had that new fear toxin— an’... I just…

“What if he gets tired of fighting? What if— What if he— What if he decides that he doesn’t— My mom can’t. She can’t afford a kid right now, an’ I— Damian— He’s in this too, and Steph, an’—” He’s working himself up now, voice cracked and wavering, little hitching sobs threatening to burst with every word.

Tim puts his mug down—takes Jason’s, too. Jason lets it go without a fight. Then he pulls him into a hug; tight and all-encompassing, like he can shield him from all the hurt he’s feeling. “Bruce will never kick you out,” he says, voice quiet and sure. “He gave you his name, he signed the papers. You're his now, permanently. He’s not going to go back on that. It’s the same with Damian. You’re family to him now, and Damian— If he’s nothing else, he’s loyal to his bones. Steph adores you. Cass does too. Fighting— It’s not going to change that.” He pauses. “But if I’m wrong. If they kick you out, or— If you just can’t stay there anymore—

“You have a place with me.”

Jason sobs, then.

Tim holds him.

He’ll keep holding him—as long as he needs.

[infinity-or-oblivion]

so my loa batkids au has gained a little traction and i’ve hit a bit of a wall when it comes to writing new stuff so here’s an infodump to hopefully kill my writers block xoxoxo

first of all, jason. my forever number one blorbo. there’s a bit of a role reversal here because compared to all the rest of them, jason arguably had it the easiest. like we’re not going to compare traumas but an argument could be made. i honestly don’t remember if i mentioned it at all in the actual series yet, but the story i have for jason is that his childhood with willis and catherine was about the same as canon/commonly accepted fanon, meaning he was homeless around nine years old. however, instead of living on the streets for years, it was only a few months tops before meeting bruce.

and bruce! this is very fun to me, but basically i was thinking that if he didn’t raise dick, then why couldn’t this version of bruce be younger? so bruce becomes batman in his early twenties, which is also around the time that he visits the league of assassins for training and damian is conceived. (for a little more about that, here) and bruce is roughly 25 when he finds a tiny 9-10 year old jason trying to steal his tires. just imagine that it’s so fucking adorable and heartbreaking ANYWAYS bruce, despite being overall a disaster, doesn’t let a malnourished 10 year old out to fight crime right away, so there’s a couple years between when jason first meets bruce and when he becomes a child soldier yayyyy!!!! but legit, it makes a lot of difference to jason, because you know how canon!jason has some self-esteem issues (for lack of a better term) around bruce not really loving him/seeing him as a son because bruce started training him as robin (and as dick’s replacement) immediately after adopting him- you know that whole thing? yeah well here, despite jason actually offering to help bruce as a vigilante, this bruce is like hell nah you’re literally ten years old and the size of a six year old no way, and those few years in between really stick in jason’s mind as solid proof that bruce really does love him, not for what use he can provide, but simply as a son. also being the only child definitely helps with that

(that little detail of jason and bruce’s relationship is slightly inspired by minimum height requirement, which is absolute batfam gold btw)

okay so. slight pet peeve of mine is in aus where dick isn’t the first robin, the legacy is still called robin for whatever reason (lookin at you reverse robins aus) because!!!!! how dare you erase mary and john grayson’s importance!!!!! (look there’s more nuance to it than that i know but. to put it simply it feels like flying graysons erasure to me) so in this au, jason can’t possibly be called robin. the real robin has been missing for roughly seven years at this point

and listen. i tried to be creative and come up with something cool and original for jason’s vigilante name i really did, but apparently i used all of my naming talent on nighthawk (fucking love that name for dick it’s so fantastic) so we just have bluejay. womp womp

also! on my list of things to expand on: main timeline stephanie!!! i’ve had an absolute blast making myself cry while writing every heart sings a song, incomplete and those who wish to sing always find a song, but spoiler steph will always be my babygirl. and duke!!!! i have not written barely anything for duke in this universe but believe me i have some Thoughts. perhaps even Ideas. basically a lot of steph&duke and steph&babs and steph&duke&babs because i love my little underrated trio

also just more babs in general, because like. i’ve had so many tiny little snippets of cass and babs and their sweet little relationship just sitting in my notes for literal years now that i really just need to organize and expand into their own fic. and yet. i have not done that. but rest assured cass&babs are very very important to me

such is the curse of female fanfic writers: always destined to fixate more on the male poor little meow meows than the female bad bitches. seriously what the fuck is up with that guys i don’t get it why does this happen

[dollyyun]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 | 09

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with. PAIRING: non!idols enhypen members x fem!oc. GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college, racing, eventual adulthood, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple povs and written in fic. WARNINGS: expletives, abuse, violence, angst. WORD COUNT: 8k+ FEATURING: ITZY Yeji TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

✘ SERIES MASTERLIST ✘

I needed to unwind after getting into another argument with my parents earlier. Hence, I am currently at the arena, cleaning and polishing my dark blue Bugatti Divo. Though I'm focusing on my task at hand, my mind still drifts off to my parents.

I don't know what happened to the kind and compassionate parents I once knew, but I guess they, too, have been blinded by money and power, just like the others. They knew about my feelings for Stella, so they decided to use it as an advantage. Hence, I have to cause a distraction and make her sway from serving her duties as the heir.

The more I think about it, the more resentment I feel towards my parents, towards the Hwangs for gaining themselves enemies, and towards my indecisiveness. I did think about Sunoo's rhetorical question, and it struck me deeply.

Sunoo's right. If it comes to racing or Stella, I would choose racing. But Stella is my first and unforgettable love.

My body trembles with emotions that I have been bottling up as my jaw clenches. I rise from the ground and throw the cloth elsewhere. "Shit!"

Thankfully, my best friends aren't here, or they would wonder about my bizarre behaviour. Speaking of them, I have a hunch that their parents are part of those who plan to bring downfall to the Hwang empire. I will probably ask them when I see them.

"Hey, Riki." I swear, I feel my heart almost jump out of my chest at the moment she greets me kindly.

I turn around and see Stella, decked out in black and blue leather, with her lilac hair pulled back into a ponytail. She appears to be busily wearing her black fingerless gloves, but her eyes meet mine while a small smile appears on her pink lips.

I gulp before composing myself. I hope she doesn't notice that I was shamelessly checking her out. "Hey, Stel." I give her a smile. "I didn't expect to see you here on a Sunday afternoon. You should be using this time to rest since there are classes tomorrow."

Her smile falters before she looks away from my eyes. "I don't really like staying at the mansion."

I carefully sit on the hood of my car as I fold my arms together. "Pray tell why?"

As I observe her body language, she seems to have mistrust and irresolution. Not only that, but she does look torn. The light in her eyes has dimmed, and even her smile is half-genuine. Something must've happened.

"Fine. I won't force you to answer my question." I sigh, my hands falling to my sides as I walk towards her.

Standing in front of her, especially with our height difference and the fact that she has to tilt her head up to look at me, awakens the butterflies in my tummy.

"But I need you to answer me this, honestly." My voice, which is already deep, drops to a lower octave while my eyes soften. I don't hesitate to reach out and brush her soft cheek with my thumb. "Are you really fine?"

Vulnerability glimmers in her eyes, reminding me of stars glinting in the skies at night. This time, she doesn't give me any smiles. "I don't really know, but I know that I have to be fine, especially when I have an important assessment coming up with my tutor."

Right. I must not forget my goal to cause distraction and sway her. But I can't be too obvious with my intent.

I raise my eyebrow. "Then shouldn't you be studying instead of practicing to race?"

She manages to crack a small smile. "You know me, Riki. I've studied in advance, and I've never failed any of my assessments."

I can't resist myself from patting her head, and I do so gently. "As expected from the ace."

"I'm no ace." She gives me an adorable scowl.

"Don't be so humble, Stel. You even ace in racing." A lazy smirk spreads across my lips. "It makes me envious of your skills. So, you want to compete against me?"

"Gladly."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I definitely went easy on Stella, as I let her win twice. Maybe I'm denying that my pride is bruised by the fact that she won against me despite my exceptional skills, or maybe I'm just glad to see the genuine smile on her face as soon as I exit my vehicle.

"I went easy on you." I give her a smirk as we walk side-by-side, making our way to the cafeteria to get some refreshments.

"Oh, really?" Stella raises her eyebrow at me. "You went easy on me not once, but twice?"

"Fine." I fake a sigh as I relent. "I suck. All hail Hwang Stella, the Queen of Racing."

She cackles, her eyes forming the shape of crescents. My heart warms at the sight of her. "Don't worry. You'll be living in my castle as well. I'll appoint you as my knight." She jests.

I halt my steps as I grab her wrist, prompting her to face me. With her hand in mine, I raise it up to plant a gentle kiss on her knuckles. My eyes lock with hers. "I'd be honoured to serve and protect you until my last breath, my Queen."

We stare at each other in seriousness, but it isn't long before we break into fits of laughter.

"We looked like idiots." Stella's laughter dies down as she wipes an imaginary tear from her cheek.

"Then we're each other's idiots." I say, still not letting go of her hand. I incline my head in the direction of the cafeteria. "Shall we, my lady?"

She takes me by surprise when she squeezes my hand lightly. "We shall."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The tension I've seen with her earlier has dissipated, for which I'm glad. I don't know what is going on in her life, but I need her to know that she can always lean on me.

"Stel?" I call for her as I hug my knees to my chest, sitting on asphalt ground alongside Stella.

I can feel her gaze on the side of my face. "Yeah?"

We've been chatting for so long that we didn't realise we had been basking in this comfortable silence as we sit next to each other closely.

"You know that you can trust me, right?" I turn my head, and my eyes lock with hers. "If things get too hard, you can always lean on me."

Conflict can be seen residing in her gaze. "I don't want to burden you."

"Stella, you can never be a burden to me." My heart begins to ache. "I want to be the one you run straight to first when something happens or someone hurts you."

Stella looks at me with indecipherable emotions. "Riki─"

This time, I don't hold back. "I need you to answer me honestly." The desperation lurks in my tone, but I don't even care. "Do you still see me as a little brother?"

She appears to be taken aback. "No, I don't. But why are you asking me this?"

"Because I'm finally doing what I should've done for a long time." I grab her delicate hand in my rough one, holding it close to my chest while she allows it. I don't break eye contact. "I like you. No, I love you, Stella."

Her eyes widen for a fraction. "Since when?"

"I've always liked you since we were young." I confess, despite how my heart is having palpitations. "You're my first love, Stella, and no one can ever be compared to you."

I'm not stupid enough to realise that she doesn't see me the way I wanted her to, but I can't contain my feelings for her any longer. It doesn't matter that she's breaking my heart, because I'll gladly let her break it over and over.

"You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to hear that." I smile faintly.

Her eyes turn crestfallen. "I'm sorry, Riki."

I shake my head. "Don't be. But can I lean on your shoulder? Just for awhile?"

As Stella nods her head, I scoot to her until the gap between us is nonexistent before leaning my head on her shoulder. I can feel how tensed her shoulder is, but soon she begins to relax and allows me to rest comfortably.

"Give me time, Riki." She says quietly. "I'm in a complicated mess, and I don't even know who my heart wants."

"Don't force yourself to choose me just because you pity me, please." I murmur, fluttering my eyes close, as her scent has me feeling at ease. "I'll make you fall for me, Stel."

I don't hear any response from her, and so we bask in the comfortable silence that wraps around us once more.

Three days have passed since Riki's confession, since I have decided to distance myself from all of them, especially from Sunghoon. What he said to me was engraved in my mind, and even though his words were hurtful, I couldn't deny the truth in them.

Maybe I am a slut. A slut who desires and wants their attention and affection so desperately. A slut who craves some form of validation.

"Miss Stella?" I hear a knock, prompting me to look up to see one of the helpers, whom I'm rather close with, standing by the door.

I break into a small smile as I straighten my back. "I told you to call me Stella whenever it's just the two of us, Mary."

Mary, who has been serving this family for ten years and who is only six years older than me, is someone I trust more than I trust the people with whom I share the same blood in this hellhole. She has always been helpful and gives me information whenever I ask her. She is also the one who tends to my wounds and bruises. I can always trust her to cover my back.

My smile slowly falters as I notice how fearful and anxious she looks, prompting me to make my way towards her. "What's wrong?"

Mary grabs both of my hands in her trembling grasps. "Your father has called for you, and he looked furious, Stella."

My heart begins to feel uneasy, but I remain collected. "Where is he?"

"He's in the room." Mary's voice wavers. "Stella, I'm worried for you."

"It's okay, Mary." I try to soothe her, placing both hands on her shoulders. "Whatever it is, you'll know that I'll always survive through it."

"Please be careful." Mary pleads. "The last time he called in there, you fainted. I was more than scared because I thought you wouldn't wake up."

I embrace Mary in a hug. "Don't worry. He won't be able to break me."

Yet uncertainty lingers in the air.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The ugly truth about the Hwangs, which no one will ever know, is that we are taught and tamed by sheer violence. I've seen firsthand what happened to my older brother, whereas my older sister didn't receive many hits.

The first time I saw my older brother being hit by our father was when I was only five. My older brother and I were playing in his room when we heard our father's heavy steps approaching the room. My brother forced me to hide underneath his bed and sternly instructed me to stay quiet at all times. I remember flinching and trying to quiet down my crying with tears running down my face as I watched my father beat my older brother relentlessly.

My older brother tried so hard to protect and shield me from our father's violence, but he failed when I first received hits when I was seven. Both of my older siblings were screaming and pleading for my father to show mercy on me just because I failed in my assessments, which angered our father greatly.

Not only did I receive hits, but anytime I rebelled or failed to heed our parents' decree, my father would have me sit in a room and make me watch pure violence as he had his men bring some guy who probably owed my father money or some random people and have them brutally beaten with blood spilled everywhere.

I was nine when I first witnessed it, and it traumatised me for life, especially when one or two had died. Hence, seeing the sight of violence or a pool of blood triggers me.

And so, growing up, it has become the norm for me to receive such punishments, some of which left scars on my skin, though they aren't too obvious unless someone examines them closely.

The only person who hasn't been shown such violence is Rena. Our parents love and treasure her more than us. However, our father seems to loathe me more, and I have no idea why.

"I was told that you needed to see me." My face remains stoic, despite how surprised I am to see Rena and my mother inside as well. I know for a fact that Rena has malicious intent, given how there is a smirk on her lips.

"Yes." There is a cold yet deadly aura Minhyuk emits, but I don't display my fear of him. Rather, I focus on the hatred I have for him.

Minhyuk rises from his seat, his steely eyes meet my vacant ones. In his hand, I spot a small white file. "The tutor informed me of your result for the semi-final assessment. You didn't meet the standard."

My throat goes dry. I thought I had all the questions right.

"Do you have something you'd like to share with your mother and me?" Minhyuk asks, but I sense that he must've already known what he wanted to know.

"Yes, sister. Share with us!" Rena says delightfully.

"There is nothing to share." I assert.

"That's strike two, Hwang Stella." Warning glints in Minhyuk's eyes. "Strike one is for failing the assessment."

"You've been distracted." Jihyun points out with distaste. "You've forgotten that you're the official heir, and you chose to deviate from our mandates. Not only that, but you've also been whoring around with the other heirs who are supposed to be our enemies."

I clench a fist. Rena must've informed them. I mean, it's partially my fault too, since I was always seen with them on campus.

"That's strike three." He adds. "Jihyun, can you bring our sweetie Rena out?" Minhyuk tells Jihyun without tearing his cold gaze from my figure. "It's time for Hwang Stella to learn her lessons."

This time, I don't hold back, despite the fear that flows through my veins. "I've done everything you have asked me to!" My voice is resounding. "You've never appreciated my efforts and hard work! I'm the official heir, yet why am I being treated any less?!"

"Strike four." Minhyuk raises his voice while his hand proceeds to grab a leather whip at the side. "Seize her."

Before I know it, rough hands grab my arms, and I find myself being dragged. "Let go of me!" I struggle in their grasps. My heart pounds harder with each second as they force me to kneel before they tie my hands to the separated poles. I want to shout at one of the men, but he shoves a cloth into my mouth.

"You should've thought about the consequences of affiliating yourself with our enemies." Minhyuk says darkly as he circles around me. The pure hatred in his eyes is so apparent, while I am visibly shaken to the core. "You've allowed yourself to go astray, Hwang Stella."

Alas, Minhyuk whips me twice harder, causing my body to jolt from the impact while tears begin to flow down my cheeks, reeling in pure agony from the affliction. I cry as soon as he lands a second strike, but my cries are muffled by the cloth. My body is trembling in pain and fear. I feel wounds starting to form on my back.

"I've invested so much in you."

Whip!

"Yet, you disappoint me."

Whip!

"I made you the official heir just so he couldn't get to you."

I feel lightheaded by the affliction, and I feel blood seeping through the back of my clothes. My head is hanging low as I accept my punishment voluntarily while I weep helplessly.

I close my eyes painfully when Minhyuk grabs a fist of my hair and tugs it harshly as he pulls my head to the back. "My wife should've aborted you in the first place." His tone sounds venomous as he speaks beside my ear. He roughly releases me before returning to torture me.

Whip!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Bring her back to her room and inform Mary to treat her wounds. After all is done, lock her in her room until tomorrow noon."

I hear Minhyuk order his men as I regain consciousness, but my eyes remain close. I allow myself to be roughly handled by his men. My wrists feel sore from how tight the ropes were. Blood drips from my back before I feel them grab my arms and drag me out of the room.

They keep dragging, even though I manage to see that the floor has been smeared with my blood. I try to keep myself awake, as my eyes are threatening to close again.

"Oh my god, Stella!" I hear Mary's voice above me, but one of the men seems to be speaking to her, informing her of what Minhyuk has ordered.

The two men throw me into my room, leaving me to sprawl across the floor. I'm not even fazed by them since they have done this before.

"Stella!" Mary cries out as she rushes towards me before cradling me in her arms.

"Mary, I need your help." My breath is laboured while I attempt to sit, but my back is in pure anguish. "My father will have me locked in my room until tomorrow. I need to escape."

"And where would you even go?" Mary asks exasperatedly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Somewhere that isn't here." I wince, finding strength to try and withstand the agony. "You'll help and cover for me, right?"

"Of course. Even if it means risking my life." Mary's declaration and loyalty bring tears to my eyes. "But please let me treat your wounds before you go."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The ointment doesn't really help, especially as I find myself wincing now and then from the pain. Earlier, I successfully managed to escape by using my bedroom window with a familiar robe tied to my waist and Mary assisting me until I safely landed on the ground.

I only brought my phone with me. As I look down, scrolling through my contacts, I don't hesitate to press on Riki's, calling him. I limp as I walk on the pavement. My feet are beginning to hurt from making it this far.

"Sorry. The number you have called is unavailable."

My heart aches, but I try calling him once more, only to end up the same.

As I keep my phone inside the pocket of my jacket, I feel raindrops starting to pour down. I heave a sigh before continuing on my journey. But as I begin to scan my current location, recognition sparks in me.

Despite the fact that I am on the verge of losing consciousness, I don't relent as I continue to make my way to his villa. I don't know if he'll welcome me or shun me away, but I have to try.

Finally, I reach, but I almost fall to the ground as my knees are about to give up on me. Standing in front of his door, I press the bell, hoping he will open the door. I haven't even realised how drench I am due to the pouring rain until my body begins to tremble due to the coldness and immense pain in my back.

My breaths become laboured as black dots fill my vision. Before I can lose hope, the door swings open.

"Stella?" His eyes are filled with pure confusion, yet he looks mortified.

"Sunghoon." I utter his name weakly as tears flow freely. "I'm sorry for coming here at this hour. I didn't know where to go." Before I know it, my body begins to shut down as I find myself falling.

"Stella!" The panic in his voice makes my heart ache, but the warmth of his body and his arms around me, which feel like a safety blanket, allows me to succumb to the darkness as I am finally safe.

Shit! Shit! Shit! I try my utmost to remain calm and not lose my fucking mind over the fact that Stella has just fainted in my arms. She is completely drenched from head to toe, and her beautiful face looks paler than usual.

I didn't know what to think when I opened the door, but when I saw the state she was in, I was genuinely shocked, but then came the rage. Even I could tell that she had been hurt, and I intend to find out who.

Her head lolls back with every movement I make as I head to my room. I don't know why, but I feel safer for her to be in my room instead of any guest room.

I use my body to push open the door before entering my room. I carefully set her down on my bed, and the instant I do so, Stella flutters her heavy eyelids as she blinks slowly. "Sunghoon."

"I'm here, princess." I assure her softly, holding her close to me as I cradle her. My heart clenches upon hearing how weak she sounds.

She attempts to tug at my shirt. "It hurts." Tears prickle in her eyes.

"Where does it hurt?" I ask as gently as I can, despite the fact that I am close to losing my mind and finding whoever dared to hurt her.

"My back." She whimpers, dependently leaning into me as though she needs some protection. "It hurt so much."

"Let me take a look. Can you remove your top for me?"

Her eyes are starting to flutter close, but I cradle her face. "I need you to try and stay awake for me, princess." I tell her sternly yet gently.

Although she is half-conscious and losing strength, she still complies and allows me to assist her in removing her top. As her nude back finally faces me, my eyes widen in horror at the sight, but soon fury ignites within me. Her once delicate skin bears wounds that are not for the faint of heart. Wounds that are fresh, with blood slowly trickling down her skin.

I try my best to remain collected, but my fingers are shaking with great anger. "Who did this to you?" I ask calmly, or so I thought, as Stella visibly flinches at my tone.

"My father, Minhyuk." She answers weakly. "Please, Hoon. It hurts so bad."

"Try and stay strong, princess." I kiss her crown. "I'll be right back."

Five minutes later, I come rushing into the room with a bottle of isopropyl and white bandages. I ran out of any ointments, but these will do for the moment.

"Princess?"

"Hmm?" She answers me sleepily, to which my heart soars at how adorable she sounds, as she is lying down on my bed, facing the side.

"Can you sit?" I ask, to which she complies again.

"Hoon?" Her eyes glance down at the bottle in my grasp. "Can I hold you? I'm scared that it'll hurt."

"Of course. Come here." As I pat my thigh, she scoots towards me before her arms interlock around my shoulders. "Just let out the pain if you must. Don't hold back." I inform her as I unscrew the cap before dabbing the liquid into the cotton bud.

I hesitate, afraid that I'll hurt her even more, as I know how painful it is to have my wounds rubbed with isopropyl. Soon, I begin to dap it onto her wound, and Stella holds me tighter with whimpers and sobs leaving her lips.

"Sunghoon." She cries into my shoulder while my heart aches terribly for her.

"I know, princess." I grit my teeth, hating that she is still in anguish. "Just a little more. You can do it."

Soon, her cries quieten, and all that's left are the sounds of her laboured breaths and occasional whimpers. With whatever bandages are left, I wrap them around her body.

"I'm tired." She mumbles, her body slumping in my arms. She moves her head to rest on my shoulder. "Don't leave me."

"I won't." I hold her close, as though I'm afraid that she would disappear. I plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "I won't let anyone hurt you again." I whisper, but my eyes darken at the thought of Hwang Minhyuk.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I stayed by Stella's side throughout the whole night, seated on the floor with my hand holding hers. She was in a deep slumber, but whimpers left her lips, including her pleas of 'no more' and calling out for me. I couldn't even allow myself to fall asleep after witnessing such gruesome wounds on her delicate skin.

"We came as fast as we could." Ni-ki announces his arrival, jogging through the front door with Jungwon by his side.

"We bought the ointments you asked for." Jungwon shows me the plastic bag, which I snatch before quickly heading back to my room.

"What happened? You just texted me to buy specific ointments without telling me why you needed them." Ni-Ki says exasperatedly as they follow me from behind.

I don't answer them, and instead, I decide to show them as I open the door, revealing a conscious Stella with her bare back full of fresh scars to us. Earlier, when she woke up, she told me that she wanted to shower, and so I assisted her and waited outside the bathroom in case she needed me.

"Oh my god, Stella!" Jungwon is the first to run towards her while she slowly raises her body at the sound of his voice.

"What the hell happened?" Ni-Ki asks me, and anger and confusion swirl in his eyes.

"Hwang Minhyuk happened." I answer curtly.

Ni-Ki's eyes seem to widen in realisation. "Shit! That's why she called me twice last night, but my phone went dead!"

I ignore Ni-Ki as I head towards the two figures, who are in each other's embrace. I don't even feel an ounce of jealousy at the fact that she is in another man's arms.

Jungwon looks at me before his eyes glance down at Stella with a softening gaze. "Bubs, Sunghoon needs to apply ointment to your scars."

Stella remains unmoving in Jungwon's arms, to which I sigh. "Just hold her while I do it." I tell Jungwon before proceeding.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jungwon and Ni-Ki offered to buy some food earlier, leaving me to look after Stella. I even texted the other guys about Stella's condition, and since the others have remaining classes, they will come over afterwards. I have classes too, but I have forsaken them as I would rather be here with Stella.

"Sunghoon?" I pause from brushing her hair down with my fingers and glance down at her as she lies on the bed with me. She looks up at me. "I'm hungry."

"I know, princess. Jungwon and Ni-Ki are buying us food." I reply softly, in a tone I have never used on anyone else, not even the girls I brought to my room. "Why did you come here instead of going to others?"

I've been curious about this throughout the night. Given the last time we met and how harsh I was to her, I didn't expect her to come looking for me. In fact, we're supposed to be nemeses, yet she has shown her full vulnerability to me.

"I don't know." I detect honesty in her tone. "I was just mindlessly walking, wanting to be away from that hellhole, and I found my feet had brought me to the street that was heading to your villa."

Guilt returns, as I recall. "I'm sorry for what happened last time." I caress her cheek with affection as we gaze deeply into each other's eyes. "I didn't mean any of that. I was a fool."

Stella offers me a faint smile, but enough to make my heart flutter. "No, you were right. There were some truths in what you said."

I sigh. "Stella─"

But she places her finger on my lips, silencing me. "At first, I didn't know why, but now I do. I do enjoy the attention they give me, and I crave any form of affection, even the scraps of it."

"Do you crave that from me?" I ask, my voice dropping to a whisper as I hold her cold hand to my chest.

"I don't know, but deep down, maybe I do," She says softly. "Even when you hate me."

"I don't hate you," I affirm, and my heart warms. "At least not anymore."

She looks a tad surprised before a faint smile returns to her lips. "I don't hate you too, Sunghoon."

This feels like a damn confession, but nevertheless, I feel relieved to hear that.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I am still reeling from guilt. I could've been the one to get to her first and tend to her wounds, but my phone died on me. I can't even imagine what she has gone through. She hasn't told us what really happened to her. All we know is that she got those scars from her own father.

It is truly beyond me that her own father did this to her. I thought a father was supposed to be a protector, but instead, hers has been harming her. I have a feeling that he has been harming Stella for years.

Currently, Stella is sound asleep in Sunghoon's room after Jungwon and I took turns feeding her. I am deep in my thoughts, failing to realise that the other guys have arrived.

"Where is she?" Heeseung asks, and the concern in his eyes is visible.

"In Sunghoon's room, still asleep." Jungwon replies as he comes out of the kitchen.

"Let her sleep more." Sunghoon says sternly. "We don't want to overwhelm her with our presence."

"I don't get it. Who could've hurt her?" Jay asks, looking pissed off, as do the rest.

Sunghoon lets out a hot breath. "Hwang Minhyuk."

"Her father?" Jake's eyes widen in disbelief. "What the fuck? Why?"

"She hasn't informed any of us of the details about what really happened." I rub my tired face. "But I have a hunch that the truth is sickening."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Despite Sunghoon's stern order that Stella not be disturbed, I manage to sneak away and make my way into Sunghoon's room. I can't stop worrying about her, even though she is already safe with us.

"Riki?" Stella mumbles sleepily as she awakens, probably feeling the dip when I sit next to her.

"It's okay. Just lie down, Stel." I assure her softly, just before she can rise. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore and still exhausted." She replies, her eyes seem to be examining my face. "Don't feel guilty, Riki. Sunghoon told me that your phone went dead."

"Still, I made a promise that I'd always be there for you if something happened."

"Sometimes, there are things that are beyond our control." She tells me with a kind smile that makes me fall in love again. "I don't blame you, not one bit."

"I blame me."

"Riki." She sighs, her hand reaching out to grab mine. "I understand, but I need you to never blame yourself for whatever happens to me."

"But─"

She shakes her head and takes me by surprise when she kisses my knuckles. "You're too good for me, Riki. I don't deserve you."

"You're wrong." I squeeze her hand lightly. "You deserve the best, Stel. More than you know."

Uncertainty resides in her gaze. "I don't know, Riki."

"I know so." I bend down to press a kiss on her forehead, longer than I intended. "Go back to sleep. You deserve more rest. You won't have to worry about getting hurt again. We're all here." I tell her as I cradle her face and caress her cheek with such affection.

"Thank you." She whispers, her gaze softening as she places her hand on top of mine.

"Always, Stel."

I'm done hogging in Sunghoon's room for almost the whole day, and the time now strikes 11 p.m. Though I still feel the remnants of sleep that have yet to leave my system, I know I need to get out of bed, as I've slept long enough.

I stare into the vanity mirror, seeing how I look as though life has been sucked out of me. Sunghoon's oversized white tee hangs loosely around my figure as it reaches above my knees, with the shorts that I'm wearing hiding beneath the tee. My eyes glance down at my wrists, where they had been tied tightly by the ropes. The redness is faint but noticeable.

With these scars on my skin, insecurity begins to dawn on me as I hug myself. I'm tired of crying, but the tears manage to find their way to prickle my eyes. Whoever sees them will probably feel disgusted by me. No one likes girls having ugly scars on their skin.

"Stella." My ears perk up at the sound of Jungwon's voice. "The others want to see you. They want to know what exactly happened to you."

A whimper leaves my lips as I shake my head, hugging myself tighter. "I don't want them to see me."

Jungwon frowns, stepping closer to me. "But they're worried about you."

Before I can take another step back, Jungwon stops me, placing both hands firmly on my shoulders. "Jungwon, please." My voice cracks a little. "I don't want you to see me like this."

"I don't understand, Stella. What's wrong with the way you look now?"

My lips quiver as I look away from his eyes. "When you saw my scars earlier, do you see me differently now? Do you hate how I look with them?"

"Bubs, look at me." Jungwon tilts my chin firmly as our eyes meet again. His eyes soften. "I still see you the same. With or without those scars, I'll always love you the same."

My vision is blurring by the second, while my heart feels touched by his words. "Do you really?"

Jungwon cradles my face as he gets closer. "Let me prove it to you." He whispers softly, and the next thing I know, his lips are on mine, but the way he is kissing me feels like he's afraid I'll break at any moment.

My heart stops beating momentarily while my eyes go wide, genuinely shocked by the fact that my childhood best friend is kissing me. Deep down, I should've known that he saw me more than just a childhood best friend with the way I caught him staring and looking at me like the other guys do and how his display of affection feels different.

But I know that I can never be in any serious relationship with him or any of them, especially when my heart yearns for more than one. It just feels wrong. As much as I want it badly, all of them deserve someone who isn't complicated and isn't a Hwang.

As a Hwang, we have too many foes who pretend to be our comrades. I don't want them to get hurt, or worse, if they are tied to me. But right now, I'm selfish, and I want to relish whatever I have with them now.

So it doesn't matter that I can never be together with any of them. It doesn't matter that my heart yearns for something that will last forever. So be it that I'm labelled as a slut or even a hoomie hopper.

And so, I reciprocate the kiss while tears have fallen from my eyes. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Stella!" Aera engulfs me in a hug as soon as I enter the living room, to which I wince when her arms make contact with my back. "Sorry!" She releases me and looks at me with glistening eyes. "My sweet girl. You don't deserve what happened to you." She sniffles while my eyes soften at how sincere she is.

Aera and Jungwon assist me to sit on the couch, even though I am capable of doing so myself. I have yet to make eye contact with the rest, especially when nervousness is shaking through my system. Are they looking at me differently?

"Hey, baby." Jay greets me softly as he sits next to me, though he appears cautious. My heart melts at the familiar endearment. His hand reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear, prompting me to look into his eyes.

I guess today is officially Stella's full vulnerability day. "Jay." I whisper, smiling sadly at him.

Jay's arms carefully wrap around my shoulder as he brings me into his arms, to which I gladly snuggle into him with my head resting on his chest. His familiar scent calms my nerves.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Sunghoon asks, standing across from where we're sitting.

"Give her time, Hoon." I feel Jay's hand rubbing my arm with affection before I feel him kissing my crown and murmuring, "Take your time to answer him."

I let out a shaky breath, and finally, my eyes flicker up to scan their faces. "My father was the one who gave me these scars." I start off, though feebly. "He wanted to lock me inside my room until noon, but I managed to escape with the help of one of the helpers whom I trust."

"But why would he do that to you?" Heeseung asks, his jaw clenching while his eyes harden. "He's your father, and a father would never do that to his daughter."

"With how he treated you and was cruel to you, I'd say he's not your father." Sunoo adds that the tone of his voice sounds exactly like what Sunghoon sounded like last night.

I swallow down the painful lump in my throat. "Because I've failed in my semi-final assessment, and he knew that I was distracted due to how often I affiliate myself with all of you." I answer quietly.

I can't help but notice the guilt in some of their eyes, though I'm uncertain why. Even Jay feels tensed against my body.

"But what he did to you is overboard." Sunghoon scowls. "I don't want you to go back to that mansion."

"I don't want to either," I say, turning crestfallen. "But I must return. I don't want to get Mary, my trusted helper, into deep trouble or, worse, risk her life for me. You have no idea what the people in that hellhole are capable of."

"Can we see your scars?" Jake asks gently after a moment of hesitation.

Giving in, I reluctantly comply as I lean away from Jay's comfortable embrace. Turning my back on them, Aera, who has been sitting next to me, assists me in pulling up the back of my top. I hear Aera gasp in shock, while I can't seem to make out the reactions of the rest.

I don't even want to imagine what my scars look like. Given how my back is still hurting with every move I make, they probably look gruesome. I turn around and avoid their gazes.

"I'm going to fucking kill that bastard." Jake snarls, making me flinch at the rage in his voice.

"Don't." I warn him, including the rest of them. "I don't want any of you to do anything that puts your status or even your life at risk because of me."

"But what if he hurts you again?" Sunoo looks at me with such exasperation.

"Sunoo's right." Jungwon sighs, his fingers skimming through his hair. "What if we can't save you the next time?"

In return, I give them a faint smile. "This isn't something new to me. But trust me when I say I'll survive through, just as I always did."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Sunghoon gave me a ride back to the mansion after winning a game of rock, paper, scissors against the other guys, to which I recall how amusing the sight itself was. But it did feel weird when each of them displayed affection towards me in front of each other, as though it's normal for them.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to come inside with you?" Sunghoon asks as soon as he opens the passenger door for me. "I know a thing or two about knocking people out."

I chuckle lightly. "It's fine. Plus, they should probably be asleep since it's way past two in the morning. Mary even confirmed for me that I am safe to enter."

As I am about to walk away, I feel his hand grab mine, tugging me back to him. "What is it?"

"I─" Sunghoon pauses, his eyes glimmer with a certain emotion. "Fuck it." He sighs lowly before pulling me close with his other hand, cradling the side of my face.

My breath catches in my throat just as he leans in, but he stops when our lips are about to touch. "Please forgive me for this." He whispers, and finally, he kisses me like he has been waiting for a long time.

I don't even have the time to reciprocate before he pulls away. His gaze softens as he looks at me, and his lips upturn with a weak smile. "Good night, princess."

"Sunghoon." His name is uttered in a broken whisper as I watch him leave.

As his car speeds off, I touch my lips, the feeling of his lips on mine still lingers. Two kisses in one night.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

As soon as I enter, Mary greets me with a hug, to which I reciprocate and lean into her body for support. "Thank you, Mary." I feel gratitude towards her after she had texted me earlier that my parents didn't suspect anything out of ordinary.

Mary proceeds to assist me as we head for the stairs. "Your parents and Rena left few hours ago."

"Where did they go?"

I see relief in Mary's eyes. "From what I heard, they have flown to Miami for vacation and your parents also have to attend business conference."

Thank God. "So when will they be back?"

"Next month." Their blatant favouritism towards Rena is disgustingly apparent, because how is she allowed to skip school so easily? But whatever. The good thing is I don't have to be on guard every time I step into this mansion.

"Oh, and there's another thing you should know." Mary adds, though I can detect how nervous she sounds.

I raise my eyebrow at her as we reach the second level. "What is it?"

Before Mary can respond, a familiar voice interjects, prompting me to look to the side with my eyes slightly widened. Though she is in her silky pyjamas, she still looks as beautiful as the last time I saw her. 

Despite how I feel a little resentful towards her for leaving me behind to pursue her dream, I can't deny how much I've missed her. Tears prickle in my eyes.

"Stella." She greets me, and her eyes soften upon seeing my face.

"What are you doing here?" I ask breathlessly. The last time she paid a visit was two years ago.

Hwang Yeji, though she is twenty-seven, she still looks youthful. I have always admired her with how she was always kind to me, encouraged me to do things I was hesitant of, and always braided my hair, making me feel pretty like her. I looked up to her as though she was my mother figure instead.

"I came here to visit you, of course." Yeji smiles sadly. "I've missed you, Stel."

I find myself running towards her before she wholeheartedly welcomes me in her arms. I can't help but weep, feeling relieved that my older sister is finally here.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Instead of sleeping in my own room, I followed Yeji to hers, wanting to sleep next to her since it has been so long since we ever got to sleep together. As my back is facing her while she is examining my scars, I stay quiet, unsure what she is feeling.

I hear her sigh before pulling down my top. "Minhyuk is getting worse." Yeji doesn't call Minhyuk 'Dad' or 'Father' as she loathes him the same as I do.

"I can't believe they even had the audacity to go for a vacation after torturing you!" Yeji exclaims, displaying her frustration. "And Rena, doesn't she still have school?"

Yeji and Rena didn't get along well due to how competitive and jealous Rena was of Yeji. Even when Yeji had shown kindness towards her, Rena chose to be insufferable.

I turn around and face Yeji. "At least we won't have to see their faces for a month. So, when will you go back to New York?"

Many years ago, after Yeji graduated from high school, she decided to move abroad to New York to pursue her dream of becoming a model. Our parents disapproved of her dream, but Yeji dared to rebel against them and earned some resources that enabled her to successfully move out of this hellhole.

"Do you want me to go back?" She asks, eyeing me softly.

I shake my head and latch my limb around her figure. "I want you to stay here with me."

"As much as I want to, I can't, sweetie." She brushes the hair off my hair. "But I'll stay here for as long as I can and for as long as you need me. I'm sorry you've had to go through this all alone. Your brother and I should've been here with you and protected you."

My chest starts to hurt while tears fill the brim of my eyes. "I miss Oppa."

Yeji plants a kiss on my forehead. "I miss him too."

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Acceptable Payment: A Date With Katniss Everdeen-rEckLeSsLy.cOnFIneD (ff.net) Summary: "That Katniss was currently aware of, she needed to do two things: First, she needed to inform Johanna about everything that was Peeta Mellark. Second, she needed her help to make sure that she was most beautiful version of herself she had ever been for this New Year's Party." [Modern AU. Everlark.]

Curious Kat-MissprissHG (ff.net) Summary: While on the Victory Tour, Katniss suddenly becomes very curious and Peeta is the only one who she feels safe enough to ask. Will he answer her questions? Will he show her what she wants? Find out how Katniss explores her newfound sexuality with Peeta.

Mind Games-Samh1212 (ff.net) Summary: Katniss is a freshman in college. She picked a school hundreds of miles away from home hoping to avoid any and all connections to her past. Suddenly, she's paired with Peeta Mellark, a guy from her hometown, to do a somewhat unconventional project for her human sexuality class. Modern Day AU

i've been on fire, dreaming of you-orangecranscones (ao3) Summary: "I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again." Katniss and Peeta try to heal after the revolution. And they (mainly Katniss) finally learn how to love each other.

Secrets I Have Held in My Heart-flythroughflames (ff.net) Summary: I was cold to him, nasty even. I acted like there was nothing I wanted to do less than spend time with him. But every night, I would fantasize about him.

Sneak Attack-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: A surprise during Peeta's walk home from the bakery could change everything. A little winter Everlark interlude post-Victory Tour.

The Night Belongs to Lovers-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss finds it easier to be honest about her feelings for Peeta at night when no one else can see. Everlark growing back together in three scenes inspired by Because the Night Belongs to Lovers, co-written by Patti Smith and Bruce Springsteen. Trigger warnings for language, allusions to torture and sexual content.

Twelve-HGRomance (ff.net) or on (ao3) Summary: She has loved him since the day he tossed her that bread. And she thinks that she'll never win his heart. Because all he's ever done is pretend for the crowd…but what if one real moment could change that? One-shot. Canon Divergence. The Victory Tour in role reversal.

Under My Skin-Court81981 (ff.net) Summary: One-shot. Katniss takes a temporary job as a nude model, intending to get through the month and collect a paycheck. She doesn't expect the blond-haired, blue-eyed art student in the front row to affect her so quickly, nor does she anticipate falling in love when he needs her help for a private project.

You Put Your Arms Around Me and I'm Home-mrsbonniemellark (ao3) Summary: What would happen if Peeta hadn't been hijacked and Katniss and Peeta were allowed a private reunion?

[thatbrokenpromise]

Gonna try to get myself more energy so why don't I try a poll again, so at least the decision fatigue is off.

Brief fic summaries under the cut, presented in no particular order.

These are not presented in the likely order, because I don't yet know for sure the second cycle order LOL. Minish venom reveal does precede Glass Chief, and after Ravio Introduction he stays with the group but otherwise Linebeck fic, Minish venom reveal, and Ravio introduction could happen in any order. Third Broken Promise of course is the end of second cycle and, by necessity, will come last.

Linebeck introduction is a return to the world where Outset got nearly beaten to death. Probably the best developed fic of the four, two sections are already complete and I have the outline pretty clear in my head. Very entertaining! Very violent, as usual.

Ravio's introduction is going to be me trying to write a boss-fight, because he gets possessed by Bellum. It will also be Ralph's introduction, as we'll be in Labrynna for it. I have the beginning sequence in mind, but am not fully sure how the rest will play out.

Glass Chief is going to almost be a dungeon sequence, similar to the movie Snowpiercer: fighting and winding your way up a hostile train to reach the (supposed) person in charge, only to realize there's hostages you want to save. There will be a very fun surprise at the end for how they resolve things!

Minish Venom Reveal will be their first time in the Spirit Tracks world, and I have a few pieces I know I want to include, but I haven't yet begun to put them into a coherent order. We'll have to wait and see but forcing myself to start is usually the best move at this point.

Third Broken Promise is going to be a story that picks up some threads currently last mentioned in Second Broken Promise, but also in Unforgiven: what happens when they do find the Master Sword? And what if I let them overlap their own stories? How would they get out of there? They have more songs than the Song of Soaring, after all. What if they had to rely on the song of reversed time instead? (Which will be the feature of the Third Cycle in many ways.)

Thanks to anyone who chooses to vote!

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"soldier, poet, king" + POV of team 7 from someone in the far future, maybe through the lens of a distant descendant build off surviving myths and historical texts

Dear anon, I hope you don’t mind, but I took a gentle step sideways and backwards with this prompt. In my search for all of the royalty!AU posts, I refreshed my memory about Foundation of Yesterday in which DoS/the Elemental Nations is the extremely distant past of FFVII. Coupled with the SOLDIERs of FFVII and my assigning of which member of Team Seven corresponds to which character of FFVII, I think it all combines well with your prompt. Additionally, I couldn’t tell which members of Team Seven I would assign soldier, poet, and king. But it was easy for me to assign solider, poet, and king to their FFVII descendants and then reverse engineer from there. So we get Cloud, obvious Soldier, descendant of blue-eyed blonde, storm and strife. Yuffie as King, inheriting a pendant that summons a sleeping goddess in times of need. And Vincent is less obvious as Poet, but you can probably get into a sort of meditative philosophizing of working for tyrants and falling in love with a scientist only for her to betray you and then going into hibernation and maybe meeting your distant ancestor who is Chaos? Unfortunately, I don’t actually know that much about FFVII—as I’ve never played it, nor the remake—except for what I’ve gleaned from fanfiction and cultural osmosis, lol. And then this does get into the problem, similar to the Fear to Tread (a world unseen) post in that the primary setting/POV of the fic WOULD be the world/characters that I am less accustomed to writing and then making up the history of the world between the events of DoS and FFVII. So I’m going to continue with my gentle sideways and backwards steps and give you this, instead:

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(king)

When Yuffie finally activates the strange summon materia she inherited from her father, everything goes dark. At first she panics—maybe something went wrong? did she not have enough mana? was she cursed with blindness?—but then little pin pricks of light appear, like distant stars coming ever closer.

She doesn’t see what the summon does exactly, the battle ends so quickly after that, but that doesn’t matter too much considering the summon just… doesn’t leave.

The Shikabane-hime—once the tendrils of star-filled shadows have done their damage and tucked themselves away out of existence—looks human. Like one of Yuffie’s people, a girl far from home, displaced from Wutai, just like her.

But as the other members of the party shift and stare, uncertain as to what it happening, she remembers who exactly she’s looking at. What she is looking at, that is: a summon, inherited from her father, who only showed up now after her homeland has been ruined by ShinRa.

Later, when they have made camp for the night, when the Shikabane-hime has still not disappeared, even though Yuffie’s original mana offering should have long run out, she confronts the summon.

“Where were you?” Yuffie asks in Wutaian so the others can’t understand her. She tries to make it accusatory, tries to sound authoritative, like a proper Princess of Wutai, but she’s afraid it comes out more hurt, plaintive, like a child who realizes that legends are nothing more than stories, than lies. Like the legend that the Shikabane-hime would come in Wutai’s time of need.

The Shikabane-hime tilts its head, gaze sharp but not unkind. Yuffie thinks for a moment, perhaps it can’t understand her, what language do summons speak? Please not Midgarish.

But then the Shikabane-hime answers, “Your father never called for me.” Its gaze, somehow, becoming sharper but also more kind. Concerned, maybe. “Perhaps he did not believe. Perhaps it was not enough of a threat.”

“Not enough of a threat?” Yuffie shouts.

The rest of the party turn their way, hands on their weapons, except for Vincent whose attention had been on the Shikabane-hime the whole time. He waves them off and the others, with reluctance, stand down.

“What do you mean not enough of a threat? ShinRa invaded our homeland. It is a shell of itself! My father—” she cuts herself off before she can say anything else. Before she can realize what else in her childhood is a story, a lie.

“In the future, you will reclaim it, rebuild it,” the Shikabane-hime says, too casual for a command, too simple for a prophecy. “But first, we must ensure there is a future.”

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(poet)

When Shikako meets the almost familiar red eyes of Vincent Valentine, she does not say the following:

Is he doing okay in there? How did he manage to survive so long? If you could let him know I’m sorry, I miss him. Tell him thank you from me for holding on so long. Too long. Tell him he can let go, that he doesn’t have to stay if it hurts. If he needs to move on, it’s okay. I’ll meet him there when I’m done. And I’ll bring Naruto with me. You can rest now, Sasuke, I’m here now. I’ll see you soon.

When Vincent looks at the Shikabane-hime—

(Kako, Yuffie introduces it as, trying to play it off as just a late coming fellow Wutaian. If the other members of the party make the connection between the godly manifestation of starlit shadows and the normal looking woman following them blandly, they aren’t making a fuss about it, so neither will Vincent.)

—the Chaos inside of him settles into peace.

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(soldier)

“You resemble your ancestor quite a bit,” Kako says to Cloud during a quiet stretch of their travels. It is the first thing she says to him.

Cloud nods, because what else can he do in response to that—

(Of course nobody believes that Kako is just a normal Wutaian woman, but they’re up against the biggest superpower in the world and also an ancient evil and also an undying Sephiroth while the Planet riots in its attempt to save itself, like a fever willing to burn everything up to stave off the infection.

They’ll take any help they can get, imposter or no. And it’s not as if he has room to talk about that anyway.)

—but he does notice that her eyes are closed as she says this, implying her remark isn’t about a visual resemblance but something else, something deeper.

“He was named after a storm,” she says, and for once her tone changes, the apathy gently flavored with fondness, “but he was truly more like the sun.” Her expression, too, shifts: a small, sad smile gracing her face.

And because Cloud knows what it’s like to lose someone you admired—in both ways, the aching grief of losing an admired person, and the sharp lance of a hero no longer being admirable—he asks her, stumbling “Were you—did you know them well?”

Her eyes open at this, an assessing glance sent his way. Her smile melts away, as if it had never been.

“Yes,” she says, tone flattened once more. “He was a good man and the Planet turned him into a WEAPON.”

Cloud startles. He looks to Aerith as he does whenever Planet and Cetra stuff are brought up, but he finds her face turned away, as if guilty, not wanting to meet his or Kako’s eyes.

“But no need to worry,” Kako says, voice not so much reassuring as it is grimly determined. “I will ensure you do not follow his path too closely.”