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lavendermin · 3 years

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from sea of flowers, garden of eternity | xiao

pairing | xiao/reader

word count | 2k

genre | pwp, fluff, light angst, brief smut

note | glaze lily spirit reader, you are also in perpetual pain I’m sorry

“Xiao…” he hears your voice meekly call.

The adeptus is already on his feet before you can fully enter the room, his eyes quickly focused on you. He scans your body language diligently, looking for signs of pain or discomfort. It’s become a routine by now.

“Are you…?” His voice trails off when you shake your head apologetically. The slight strain in your smile doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m alright for now. The pains haven’t started yet. I think I’m set for another few hours, a day if I’m lucky,” you reassure him. “I just— wanted to check on you.”

Xiao gives you a blank look, one you recognize as confusion. “Check… on me…?”

“Just to see how you’re doing,” you clarify with a shy smile. As you make your way to sit on the bed, you gently pat the space next to you.

There’s a slight red upon his cheeks as he chooses to take up your invitation. The bed dips under his weight, and words do not need to be spoken to know both your minds drift briefly to past trysts that took place where you sit.

“I’m heading out to patrol the area in an hour. If you need anything at all, speak my name,” Xiao announces quietly. It’s a brief awkward silence as he rigidly sits next to you—tense almost. You answer him with a simple nod, hands absentmindedly rubbing little circles on your legs to ease the tingles of pain that slowly resurfaced.

Conversation was scarce the past few months you were placed into his watchful guard. The relationship you both harbored was a blurred line you tried not to think about too much for fear of over-complicating it.

And with your entire being, you could say you came to the unfortunate doom of falling in love with him. The emotional distance he kept oftentimes only confused you as much as your own emotions left him puzzled and a little flustered.

He kept you alive. That was the simplicity of the details Xiao was given. Perhaps it was a favor he was doing you, but he diligently carried it out with all the steadfastness of a contract bestowed onto him by the former Lord of Geo.

—

“I’m sure you are aware of the situation near Qingce Village,” Zhongli had brought up upon summoning Xiao several moons after the stirrings of a slumbering god.

Though the situation was previously dire, all was settled—Xiao knew this as a fact, for he was the one that swiftly took care of the aftermath of a dormant god’s power seeping through the earth. So, the battle hadn’t ended then…

“I was careless—“

Zhongli cut him off, carefully setting down his cup in its saucer. “On the contrary, this was in no way able to be foreseen by you. The world has a way of ending and raising new questions, just as easily as it provides answers to those who seek them.”

On the small garden table, Zhongli’s eyes trail to the glaze lily that sits in a small decorative vase. Unlike most, this lone flower is fully bloomed despite the time of day. It glows ever so slightly—weakly almost.

“You are aware that glaze lilies grow in the Qingce area, and there are a few wild outcroppings that shy away from prying eyes,” Zhongli starts.

His gloved finger reaches out to tenderly graze the petals, and at once the flower closes up. The petals take on a dullness, and visibly they start to wilt in small patches.

“The reasons are uncertain, but rumor spread around the village of a wandering ghost that followed the moon aimlessly. A spirit born of glaze lilies appeared after the battle that took place near there. It seems the power seeped deep into cracked earth among the flowerbeds.”

The young adeptus remained quiet, taking in the information. What exactly did this have to do with him, he wondered?

With a hint of apprehension, Xiao asks, “This spirit—has it taken on a malevolent nature?”

Instead of answering straight away, Zhongli wordlessly stands and makes his way back indoors. Xiao obediently follows, curious of the nature of this spirit.

“Nothing of the sort. However, these glaze lilies fell victim to the corruption of your karmic debt and at the same time were nurtured by immense adeptal power. There is a wavering balance that must be kept, for her body is as fragile as a flower’s and cannot withstand the depletion and shifts of adeptal energy.” With graceful steps, Zhongli stops before a door. “No other adeptus has successfully remained compatible with the energy she needs. So far it has only brought excruciating pain for her, and I fear she may die at this rate.”

With a silent nod, Xiao processes this information. His gloved hand is unmoving on the door handle.

“What are the terms of this contract,” Xiao silently asks, amber eyes trained on the door in front of him.

“My time has long passed to give you a new contract, Adeptus Xiao.” Zhongli chuckles fondly at the serious habits of the adeptus before him. “This is a choice I am giving you. It may take centuries for her body to adjust to the adeptal power she now harbors. If she is compatible with you, it is up to you to decide whether you supply her with your adeptal energy, otherwise she may not make it past next week.”

Xiao remains quiet for a brief moment before speaking softly, “Her body is tearing itself apart…”

“Correct.”

There’s something in that fact that stirs feelings Xiao isn’t used to in his chest. He accepts, and the first memory of you that adorns his mind is one that clenches his heart in a way he rarely experiences. The pain that twists and contorts your face as you desperately heave, body seemingly tearing itself apart in a way the naked eye cannot see.

You’re a beautiful tragedy born of moonlight and sweet soil. And in that moment when your eyes meet his, a single tear rolls down your cheek. He cannot fathom the thought of letting your life end as quickly as it began.

The door behind him clicks shut, and he takes your fragile life into his hands.

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The lights of the house are dim—a subtle golden glow against a comforting darkness in the blanket of night. A meadow of glaze lilies surrounds the little cottage in a sea of fragrance. A prominent mark of your abode.

The little house defended by mountains is secluded, one which Zhongli sent to be made for you while your body stabilizes.

And though the exterior is tranquil, within its walls come soft pants and gasps. Xiao’s brows are knit together in concentration as he ruts against you.

“Please—Ah…nnh a–again,” you beg against your trembling body’s protests.

And he wordlessly complies, folding your legs until your knees are practically at the sides of your head. His hips pick up the pace and his thrusts become desperate, bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. The moans you let out are loud—obscene as he fills you up until you’re overflowing. The pains have long subsided, and you choose to let him overcompensate in giving you the energy that will get you by another few days.

In the serene calm of night, the tranquility is drowned out by the squelching sounds of your bodies meeting each other through desperate thrusts as both of you are sent over the edge. His name falls from your lips in a melody Xiao has grown addicted to. For the nth time that night you come undone beneath him, your essence stabilized.

There’s a swelling warmth in your chest that blooms like spring meadows as Xiao buries his face in the crook of your neck. The tips of his ears are a bright scarlet and though he tries to control it, he is still left a breathless mess as he rides out his orgasm.

“Is it…enough?” Xiao asks between pants, his cock still buried deep within you.

He’s still twitching within you and your entire body shudders with delight at the feeling.

“You… haah—can keep… going if you want,” you offer weakly. There’s a dazed look in your half-lidded eyes that makes Xiao’s chest squeeze. “‘M full but you’re still…”

Hard.

You glance down to where you two are still joined together, the view of his come leaking out of you shamelessly sending heat between your legs again. The tips of Xiao’s ears turn bright red though he tries to remain composed.

“I’ll be fine. You should get some rest to preserve the energy longer.”

He pulls out and ignores the way your eyes look away dejectedly. Before he can stand to go, your hand gently tugs him back down. Xiao allows himself to be pulled against you, his head resting in the valley of your naked chest.

“Stay with me for a bit?”

Xiao doesn’t answer right away, and your heart leaps when he lets out a little sigh and agrees.

“Alright.”

The minutes tick by in tranquil silence. Both tired bodies ignore the sticky feeling of sweat and sex. It’s a feeling you’re both quite used to by now.

“Xiao?” you start quietly after a while. He hums in response, your fingers running through his dark hair soothingly. “Can I kiss you?”

The question is soft, self-conscious almost with the fear of rejection. But you were beyond a breaking point. The feelings were welling up in your chest like a high tide as you felt him tense up at your question.

Sex was common—quite often as a means of easily transferring adeptal energy to you. And because it was a painful process to take in, you found that this method dulled the pain through the twisted pleasures and mixed sensations.

But that’s all it was— a means to keep you alive. You could never say there was a time Xiao kissed you and he always showed restraint in touching your body more than necessary. His bodily needs were never foremost on his mind and he would never tell you how his hands ached to roam your body, how this arrangement became an illusion of a different reality he couldn’t have. And so he locked away his emotions for his own sake.

Xiao lifted his face from your chest, his golden eyes wide with momentary confusion—perhaps even shock. And your face… those wonderful sparkling eyes that glistened with glossy tears on the brink of rolling down your face. He wished he wasn’t the reason you were crying.

In an instant he propped himself up on his forearms, feeling you lightly tremble beneath him from holding back the urge to cry. A quiet hiccup left you as you were overwhelmed by bottled up feelings all at once, his thumb gently brushing your tears away.

“Why?” was all he asked.

Though it was a genuine question, his actions remained tender and calmed the anxiety that gripped your naive heart.

“Because I love you—because I think I love you.”

Quietly you hiccuped beneath him and Xiao gently rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“Then love me if it makes you happy,” he responds softly. The tears that twinkle down your face like falling stars are gently kissed away by his soft lips. “I’m with you until the day I die, and if loving me makes living less painful for you then use me as an anchor to reality.”

Your soft crying is hushed as Xiao presses a tender kiss to your lips. It’s short and just enough to bloom your heart with newfound emotions you had yet to experience. Perhaps you reminded the adeptus of himself in a simpler time—naive, innocent. For that, he took pity on you, and also fell deeply in love with you though he would not know it for a long time.

Simply put, he wouldn’t allow himself to know it.

The flowers that surround the small house glow and dance in the night breeze. They bloom with your newfound knowledge—heartache.

#adeptus xiao #xiao/reader #xiao x reader #zhongli #xiao just trying his best #genshin xiao #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin #light smut #smut #pwp #fluff #drabble collection: coffee break for two #drabble #soft #the concept of this is hor knee I’m so sorry

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tartagliaxx · 3 years

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Kaeya + lily of the valley?

Thank you so much!

“ KAEYA + LILY OF THE VALLEY ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: kaeya/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: lily of the valley | return to happiness

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship

the image he saw in the mirror was unfamiliar — a man whose eyes were free of the usual hurricanes of chaos, whose skin was clear of the hurt and betrayal, forming grotesque streaks that acted as an endless reminder of his sins.

it was a bizarre sight. kaeya could count the number of times he was out of his stuffy uniform and in something far more regal. a suit as crisp as the newly pressed papers laid forgotten in his office dyed in a shade of rhino blue, a color that complimented his night star eyes beautifully. even he had to admit that he looked fine.

"any longer and you just might swallow yourself whole."

chuckling, kaeya met aether's unimpressed gaze in the mirror, lips immediately pulled into a mysterious grin, something second nature to him mayhaps even a subconscious defensive gesture.

"and to whom do i owe the pleasure of this lovely visit?"

"to him. try not to kill each other, will you?"

averting his gaze, he spots the one man he last expected to visit him, sticking like out a sore thumb against the pristine white wallpaper of the room.

"my, my... have you come to send your best regards, master diluc?"

the man in question scoffed, choosing to ignore the captain in favor of giving aether a pointed stare, "this was not part of our discussion."

"it isn't but don't you think this is better?"

"oh yes," kaeya cackled, shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his tie to assume a more casual persona. "this is so much better."

"you're delusional."

aether rolled his eyes at diluc's seething glare that kaeya half-heartedly mocked, "you both are. now, i need to go and help master jean outside so would you please," a deep sigh. "please be civil?"

"i don't know what you're talking about. we're always civil, aren't we?"

a grunt from the redhead.

"whatever. just— just be careful with the carpet."

and with that, aether was gone, leaving two men who dropped all the pretenses they tried to uphold just a second before. a tension that you could cut with a butter knife, an ironic situation to find himself in.

kaeya sighed after a few moments of just staring at each other. rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt to his forearms, he tilted his head towards the chilled bottle of wine just by the couch, "wine?"

"no, thank you."

he shrugged as he poured himself a glass, plopping back into the couch with a soft 'umph' before tossing one leg over the other, a picture-perfect definition of confidence and charisma despite most of it being faux.

"...you look happy." diluc muttered after a few moments of hesitation, moving to situate himself on the chair directly across his 'brother.'

"do i?"

the red liquid swam around the glass with a grace unrestrained as kaeya flicked it with a few snaps of his wrists. a habit, a proof of his contemplation. the man in the mirror was unfamiliar and maybe it was because he was happy and happiness was not a look kaeya had seen on him for many, long years.

"are you?" diluc leaned back, fiddling with the watch on his wrist that kaeya recognized to be a part of his late father's collection, "nothing is ever as it looks with you."

an amused huff, "touché."

a beat and another. a silence that couldn't be called comfortable but at the very least, it didn't make either of them retch in disgust.

kaeya slung his free arm across the couch, head tilted up as he absentmindedly hummed a soft tune, looking, searching for an answer that was honest for a change. he supposed that diluc deserved that for coming all the way to meet him.

"i think so," he finally muttered, tone too solemn for the character he was used to playing, "i think i am. it's been so long since i felt like this that i don't even know anymore."

"in any case..." diluc clenched and unclenched his teeth, once again hesitating, before staring right into kaeya. "it's a good look."

an unexpected reply. kaeya coughed, trying to mask the sudden awkwardness he felt. he was used to numbing bites and near-death experiences, not this. not this sudden softness that caught him off-guard. not the slight sliver of what he was like before everything fell to ruins.

"oh dear, is master diluc getting soft with me?" a remark that was meant to push diluc's buttons so he'll return to what he's used to — what he's comfortable with.

and it worked, somewhat, as diluc rolled his eyes, tossing a bag at kaeya's face as he stood up to leave. "congratulations."

"hey diluc," what was he doing? kaeya ran a hand through his hair, his call — which stopped the man just as he was about to slip out the door — coming out before he could even process it. "should i pull my hair back?"

it was an absurd situation for anyone watching. in fact, even kaeya grimaced at the sound of his god-awful question. on the other hand, the subtle quirk of diluc's lips right before he left was just as obvious.

"do it."

the church bells danced with each pleasant breeze from the north; shrubs and trees rustling — singing as an accompaniment. from the end of the aisle, he could hear each hushed chatter over the sweet strains of organ music. any other person would feel irate at the unnecessary bustle but not kaeya. to kaeya, the white noise helped muffle the voices in his head that repeatedly hammered the anxious thoughts he had. in a way, it was all lovely. color-stained glass windows painting the interior of the cathedral and the white flowers you chose with a variety of colors he could only see in a dream.

so deep into his thoughts, he didn't realize that the last bridesmaid has made her march. only when the music stopped and the faces turned back did kaeya look up and thank god he did because the sight that greeted him was nothing short of glorious. clad in white rhinestones and golden embroideries, he was certain that 'happiness' has never looked as perfect as it did that moment.

he took your hand as soon as you took the last step towards him and immediately, all he could recognize was you and the sweet, uplifting scent of the blooming flowers by your hands. the same flowers you picked particularly for him.

"families and friends, i would like to thank you for coming to witness the blessed matrimony between two halves that, against all odds, found each other again. for a moment, let us offer our thanks to barbatos and his will that all those who love should be free to do so."

a sharp poke and he turned around to see you giving him a warning stare. he supposed he really wasn't trying to hide his complete disinterest over the proceedings, only caring about the kiss and the happy ever after.

"focus!" you hissed at him, earning yourself a glare from the pastor much to kaeya's entertainment. how completely and utterly endearing.

a happy ever after... on any other day, he would have laughed at the sheer optimism of it all but not today. today, he allowed himself to believe — to hope that he would come to know and see the man in the mirror more often with you by his side.

━━ ☆ NOTES: thanks for joining and i hope you liked it! i don’t know who needs to see this but this is the suit i imagined kaeya was in. view the rest of the event shorts here! 💐

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bellshells · 4 years

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Right and Wrong

This was a request from a lovely anonymous person who had had a dream about our resident dungeon bat and I couldn’t pass up the chance to write it! Hope you like it, dear!

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader Summary: Reader is a new Professor training under Professor Flitwick when she receives some help with her marking from Professor Snape. Warnings: Language, Smoking, Smut (dear lord), Dominant Severus, Implied D/s themes, Spanking(?) Word Count: 3.8k+

Marking. You hadn’t thought at all about it when you had agreed to return to Hogwarts. The transition from student to Professor had been one that you had found surprisingly easy, and when Professor Dumbledore had sought you out that evening behind the bar at The Leaky Cauldron; he had made you an offer you couldn’t refuse. The chance to train under Professor Flitwick would put you in good stead to gain the relevant skills to apply for teaching posts in magical schools abroad, and whilst you enjoyed working for Tom in Diagon Alley; you couldn’t see yourself pulling pints of Butterbeer forever. Filius wanted to retire, neither he nor Albus made any secrets regarding that fact and you wondered whether Albus would ask you to stay on at Hogwarts once the charms master retired. A large part of you wished for that greatly.

Marking. Infuriatingly, it hadn’t occurred to you how much of your time it would steal when you assumed your position. You spent hours upon hours marking tests, essays and exams and any time you had outside of that was swallowed by lesson planning. You weren’t ungrateful, not by any means, but you were certainly tired. It was the weekend, as Filius had reminded you as he wrapped his cloak tight around his chest and cast a disapproving look in your direction. “You are aware that it is Friday evening?” The short professor said as he made his way to the classroom door, he pulled it open and waited. “Well, are you coming? Minerva has saved us a table at The Three Broomsticks.” “I wish I could, Professor.” You smiled ruefully, “I’ve got all this marking to do, and I don’t think my boss is going to give me a hand. He’s so very lazy you see.” You winked. Filius clutched his chest, a look of mock heartbreak flashed over his bespectacled face. “You wound me, Miss (Y/L/N). Leave those essays, they’re only first years. They’ll have forgotten everything by Monday.” He outstretched his arm, an offer to escape. You shook your head and offered him a small smile. “Honestly sir, you go on without me. I’ll just sit and think about these essays if I don’t finish them, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself.” Filius seemed placated by that and nodded somewhat approvingly. He raised a hand and gave you a small wave, he closed the door behind him and left you alone with the rustle of parchment for company.

Another hour passed with a flurry of your quill, the darkness that had threaten to breach the castle’s walls had succeeded in its assault and with an almost distracted movement of your wand, the candles dispersed around the room flickered into life and you rubbed your hand wearily across your eyes. You didn’t want to stop, but you had worked your way through the rest of the first-year essays and were now attempting to weather the OWL practice exams. Filius really should be present, you thought. Whilst it had only been a few years since you yourself had taken your NEWT charm exam; you were hesitant in your corrections. Your eyes flickered to the closed door and you sighed heavily, your hand travelled into the pocket of your trousers and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. Smoking for students was banned completely, but teachers were granted a small patch of land beside the Forbidden Forest for a quick cigarette break. You glanced towards the window, it was pitch-black outside now, and a heavy patter of rain assaulted the window. Fuck that, you thought. You grasped a cigarette between your lips and mumbled as best you could a spell to light it. You slumped back in your hard-backed chair and closed your eyes; the only sound the crackle of the singed tobacco as you took a deep drag of your cigarette.

“I’m assuming Professor Flitwick is indisposed this evening if you are here alone and…breaking school rules.” A voice from the doorway startled you and a heat rose across your cheeks. You dropped your cigarette onto the desk it rolled onto the parchments in front of you and you panicked, you picked it up and dropped it onto the stone floor, the heel of your shoe making quick work of the burning tip. The parchment, fairly unscathed sat mockingly before you. Professor Snape stood still; a look of bemusement etched across his pale face. “Professor, you made me jump.” You exhaled; your heart thundered in your chest. You knew you were done for; he would surely tell Filius of your disregard for the school rules and you would be sent back to The Leaky Cauldron. “Clearly.” You chewed on your bottom lip and waited for him to do something, to say anything but he remained still in the doorway. The flickering light from the candles illuminated him almost menacingly, his stance was predatory but the usual sneer he adorned was replaced with something a little more human, a smile, almost. You cleared your throat. “Can I help you with something, Professor? Filius has gone into Hogsmeade, but I’m here.” “Yes, as I haven’t lost my sight Miss (Y/L/N). I can quite plainly see you.” He snapped. Professor Snape made one step into the classroom and stopped, his hand still on the door handle. “No matter. Goodnight.” “Professor?” You called after him, he had turned to leave but at the sound of your voice he stopped and turned slowly to face you. Your teeth returned to your lip, in the dim light of the room you could have sworn that Professor Snape’s eyes flickered down to your mouth, but his dark gaze was upon your face in an instant, his look impatient. “I would really appreciate it wouldn’t tell anyone that you caught me smoking in here, Professor. It won’t happen again, I assure you. It was just a stupid lapse in my generally good judgement.” You gave him a weak smile and waited. He swept his eyes from the top of your head to your feet and you shuddered, his tongue protruded from his mouth slightly to wet his lips and all the air seemed to dissipate from the room. You felt the familiar warmth cross your cheeks as your eyes fixated on the potions master, his graceful nod elicited from you a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You felt relief wash over you with the agreement from Professor Snape and you smiled widely at him. “Was there anything else, Miss (Y/L/N)?” He said quietly, you weren’t mistaken this time. Professor Snape stared intently at your mouth, almost unashamedly as your eyes lowered to your desk. You nearly shook your head until Miss Granger’s unmarked exam caught your attention. “Actually, yes.” You almost whispered, you returned to your chair and sat slowly. “I’m having trouble marking these mock exams, Professor. I wonder if you could help…direct me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards; you took a breath unsure of what you were doing. You had never considered the idea of flirting with Professor Snape, he had never displayed any inkling of desire toward anyone in your presence- including yourself and so, you had just never thought about it. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive, well, he probably wasn’t to everyone’s tastes; but the potions master held an authoritative allure that you couldn’t deny. His high cheek-boned face was one that you had seen hundreds of times, the onyx eyes that you had avoided on many occasions as a student had now captivated your attention as he swept elegantly from the doorway to behind your chair. You could smell him before he placed his hands either side of your body, resting on the desk. He smelled of cedarwood and myrrh, a waft of Lily of the Valley reached you and it reminded you of the intense scent of churches, the feel of the wooden pews, of being on your knees. “What is it that seems to be…troubling you?” Professor Snape breathed; his voice close to your right ear. The ends of his black hair tickled your cheek as you struggled to think. You pulled Miss Granger’s exam towards you and shook your head. “It’s this question here sir, I’m not sure if it’s worded correctly. It gives the student the opportunity to be right and wrong with their answer. See?” He hummed as he read over Miss Granger’s effort, you tried to stay perfectly still. Terrified that if you moved even an inch, Professor Snape would withdraw from you. You could see his pulse in his wrist as his hands splayed in front of you, he tapped a finger. “Well, I think it’s just the nature of the beast Miss (Y/L/N). To be both right and wrong.” Professor Snape whispered, he seemed closer this time. His warm breath on your ear, your chest heaved as the seconds passed. You dared a look at him, you slowly turned your head and found his face mere inches from yours. You could smell firewhisky now, his lips slightly parted as his eyes found yours. “And sometimes,” He breathed, his nose touched yours. His face edged closer with each short breath. “You can be neither right nor wrong.”

It was impossible to say who initiated the kiss. In a second your lips crashed together, and a groan rose in your throat as he brought his hand to the back of your head and pulled on your hair. He tasted of whisky and it was almost disorientating, your mind was full of nothing but him as you brought your hands up to the back of his neck to anchor him in place. His lips found your jaw and he kissed down to your neck, his teeth grazed across your skin and you shuddered again. He pulled you up by your shirt and brought both his hands down your body and squeezed your rump roughly, his long fingers inflicting a delicious pain across your backside as he gave it a sharp smack. The shock of the impact made you gasp, and your eyes flew open, Professor Snape’s face was again only inches from yours, his dark eyes half closed and full of desire. Your stomach flipped as he pulled your hips against him, you rubbed your thighs together, in desperate need of contact. “Did you like that?” He whispered, his hands once more finding your bum. He rubbed the place where he had spanked you, and your head rolled back. His mouth attacked the exposed skin there, his hand left you only to be replaced with another smack, this one harder than the one before. You moaned loudly, and he chuckled. He withdrew from you and eyed your face; you were flushed and panting. You had never been spanked before, but the dampness in your knickers was a definite confirmation, if not for him- but for you. Professor Snape brought his hands up to his great frock coat and started to undo the buttons, you watched him meticulously, as if in a trance. As one by one, his deft fingers made quick work of his outer layer. You felt it only polite to remove your jumper, he let his coat drop to the floor as he watched you. You discarded your jumper with his coat and reached out for him, he instead sneered at you. “Continue.”

You blushed again as your fingers found the bottom of the t-shirt you wore, you tried desperately to remember which bra you had thrown on this morning, abandoning all hope for a matching underwear set, they were for celebrities and for people with more money than sense. To your dismay, a plan black bra met your gaze as you shoved your shirt over your head, you hadn’t noticed he had approached you until you felt his hands on your stomach. His fingers were featherlike as they moved upwards and to your back, unclasping your bra with ease and flinging it onto the floor. You looked up at his pale face as he licked his lips, he grasped your breasts and pushed them together. “Beautiful.” He said quite matter-of-factly, he dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth lightly, he sucked slowly and then grazed his teeth across the hardened peak. Your fingers found his hair and pulled, you craved a rougher hand than the one he was dealing, and he seemed to understand your silent wish as he tugged hard on your other nipple, sending a wave of hot pleasure through you straight to your quim. He continued to lick and suck on your nipples as you arched your back to him and moaned wantonly, the desire which had built in you had now reached its peak and you needed more. You placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head to you, his mouth again found yours with ease. Gods, this man was beautiful. How had you never noticed this before? His features were strong and noble, and his eyes so dark like the expanse of the beyond; you felt like you could sink into them. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you etched every inch of this mans face to your memory, the way he looked at you in that moment. He was divine. You could feel his arousal pressed hard against your stomach and you moved a hand to palm him through his trousers, he grunted in your ear as he bucked his hips forward. He pulled impatiently at the waistband of your trousers and you shoved them down your thighs and stepped out of them, you moved to remove your underwear when he grasped your wrist tightly. “No,” he said. “Not yet.” Professor Snape pushed you forward slightly with a warm hand on the base of your back. “Grasp each side of the desk and bend over. Legs spread.” You complied silently, the knot of desire in your stomach was becoming very hard to ignore as he lowered himself to his knees, his face level with your cunt. “My my,” He whispered against the inside of your thigh, you shuddered as his warm breath hit the sensitive skin there. “You are positively soaked, Miss (Y/L/N). Is this all for me?” He asked playfully. You groaned as he drew a finger over your clothed sex, your legs trembled as you thrust yourself in his direction. “Was it from me playing with your exquisite breasts that made you this wet, I wonder?” Professor Snape spoke directly to your dripping core, it was uncomfortable with him being so close to you, the odd touch to your neediness but no relief. “Or was it when I struck you?” He mused. You felt a whimper escape your lips, you needed him to touch you. You needed him to make you come. He laughed at your turmoil. “Shall we find out?” He seemed to pause; you could feel a change in him from behind you. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, you are to say ‘Red’ loud and clear. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Yes?” “Yes…Professor.”

It was only a second or two before you felt another blow on your behind, this one, rather more painful than the other two had been without the flimsy padding of your trousers. You couldn’t help the small yelp of surprise that left you as he struck you again, this time on the other cheek. You expected the harsh sting of a slap to consume you, but it never did. You found yourself moaning and thrusting your backside up to meet each swing of his hand. You had never experienced anything like the feel of his hands on your bum, the inferno that came from the impact and the delicious pain it brought with it. You felt like you were on fire, you writhed beneath him. You could feel your wetness drip down your thighs, tears pricked your eyes with need. You needed him desperately. Gods, you wanted him to fuck you. “Good girl, you’ve done ever so well.” Professor Snape praised you as he rubbed the sensitive skin of your bum, warm and slightly sore. “Please.” You whispered into the desk, you weren’t sure if he heard you but then you felt him, his torso against your back, his mouth close to you again. “Please what?” “Please touch me! Please fuck me, Professor. I need…I need-!” “You need what, Miss (Y/L/N)? You need my cock? You need me to make you come?” “Yes!” You exclaimed exasperated, “Please fuck me! Please sir!” He chuckled again and he removed himself from you, you wanted to roll over onto your back, to see him. But there was a part of your psyche that had taken over, you knew better to do something he hadn’t instructed you to do. “Would you like me to make you come before I fuck you?” He asked gruffly, he grasped your knickers from the back and thrust them down to your knees. You heard him behind you, he was close enough for you to hear various buttons and zips being used. “Yes, oh please sir!” You almost squealed, you fought the urge to stamp your foot. You were tired and so full of want; you weren’t sure you would be able to function if he didn’t touch you soon. “Well, seeing as my good girl asked so politely.” Professor Snape said as though he were speaking through treacle, you thought you would go mad. A gentle finger was pressed against your clit, he drew it at a torturously slow pace over your entrance, swirling it slightly. He plunged it inside you suddenly and slid another in to meet it. You pushed your hips back, desperate for more. You wailed in desperation, Professor Snape seemed to sense your restlessness and curled his fingers inside you, he picked a quick pace and fucked you roughly with his fingers. He brought his other hand over your thigh and began rubbing your clit. It was incredible, after all his teasing, he was finally touching you. A slew of curses left your lips as you gyrated against his skilful fingers, desperate for relief. You heard him groan as a new trickle of wetness left you as he removed his fingers, to double his efforts on your clit. He rubbed from side to side, his fingers hard against you and you bit down on your lip. You hadn’t realised until now how much restraint Professor Snape had been showing, he pressed his hips against your core as if involuntarily as you felt that tight coil inside as it began to unfurl. “Oh Professor,” You gasped, “I’m going to-” “Yes, you come! Good girl, come all over my fingers.” He commanded breathlessly, he quickened his pace and you came undone, it was visceral, and you cried out, your legs almost buckled under the pressure of your orgasm. He rubbed you until he was sure your orgasm had subsided, only when you relented in your whimpering did he slide his cock against your slick folds.

He entered you slowly, you were grateful for the time to adjust to his girth before you began to move your hips against him. He grappled at your arms and folded them behind your back. “Hold on to the elbow of your other arm.” Professor Snape commanded and you did so without question. It appeared his gentleness was at an end as he thrust into you, filling you to the hilt. You hissed at the decadent pain that accompanied it, you felt full of him. It was like nothing you had ever felt before, to be taken in this manner. His thrusts were swift, sharp and unrelenting. Like he wasn’t fucking you to make you feel good, it was all for him and that just turned you on more. You moaned with every flick of his hips as he reached deep inside you, eliciting pleasure with every movement. “You take my cock like a slut, is that what you are?” He demanded; his voice strained from the effort. You tried to answer him, but the only thing you could do was moan. The filth that was falling from his lips was like the most beautiful music you had ever heard; his deep baritone was all encompassing as he slapped your backside once more. “Answer me, girl!” “Yes! Yes sir!” “And,” He panted, he reached one hand between your legs to play with your clit. “Do you love my cock?” “Yes sir, I love it!” You cried; the pleasure was almost too much. He was fucking you hard, his fingers were quick against you and you found yourself being flung towards the wall of your orgasm. “Say it…again!” “I love your cock sir!” He slapped your clit as you came; you cried his name as your orgasm rose to heights previously uncharted and you sobbed. You were hot and sticky and so completely spent, but he didn’t stop. He continued in pursuit of his own release, your name sizzling on his lips as his thrusts became sloppy until he finally burst inside you. One, two, three more pumps into you before he collapsed on top of you. His face against your shoulder blades, he panted between the sloppy kisses he placed there, his hands coming to your arms to release them from their position. Your arms ached as they flopped to your sides.

Professor Snape pulled out of you gently and placed his hands either side of your ribs to help you onto your feet. You felt a void in your chest. Now, suddenly empty of him; you felt a longing for the stiff potions master, who had used you so deliciously. You wanted him, again. “Can you walk?” “Yes, I think so.” He offered you a quick smirk as you pulled your ruined knickers up from around your knees. “Good,” He said. “You can accompany me back to my rooms.” It wasn’t a question. Professor Snape chuckled darkly at your apparent shocked expression. He closed the gap between you in one swift movement and brought his lips to yours tenderly. “You’ve been a very good girl, Miss (Y/L/N). I should like to look after you this evening. Somewhere a little more…private.” You nodded and averted your eyes, you began to pick up your clothes and dress quickly. You wondered almost incredulously if Professor Snape desired your company as much as you desired his. “Does that sound agreeable, Miss (Y/L/N)” “Oh yes, sir.” You answered quickly, your eyes found his already dark with a renewed desire. “Good, because I think I would like to fuck you again. Once we have had the chance to bathe that is, I’m sure you’ll find my quarters adequate.” He said with a small smile. “Then I might help you with your marking.”

Marking. One thing you hadn’t thought about when you agreed to return to Hogwarts. It certainly didn’t seem so much like a chore anymore.

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hannah-schooler · 3 years

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Lavender and Peace Lily for the flower dialogue prompts please!

Hey!! sorry this took so long I was having Major writer's block this week

Here's some sick Ahsoka for the flower dialogue prompt Peace Lily. Thanks so much for the ask!!

“We’re not expecting any further complications, but it is crucial she abstain from any strenuous activities.” Vokara Che gave Anakin the rundown of Ahsoka’s recovery instructions in her usual no-nonsense demeanor. “If her condition does not improve by tomorrow morning, let me know.” The Master Healer shook her head as she busied herself removing IV’s and waking Ahsoka up. “We don’t know as much about this virus as I would like.”

Ahsoka groaned at the gentle hand on her shoulder, eyelids flickering open. Her normally bright blue—nearly luminescent—eyes were dull and cloudy. It made something clench in Anakin’s chest.

The near-disaster on Naboo was only a few short rotations behind them. While Rex, Padme, and the other clones who were exposed were recovering quickly, Ahsoka was still decidedly ill. Her wracking cough and ever present chills had sent Anakin running to the healers the moment they touched down in the Temple. They’d assured him that her body was recovering, if slowly, but he hadn’t missed the relief in Master Che’s body language when the blue pallor finally faded from his padawan’s skin.

Ahsoka let out another little groan and pulled her blanket around her shoulders. “Mmm. Five more minutes, Skyguy.”

Master Che snorted at that, then with a nod in his direction she left him to deal with getting his exhausted apprentice back to their rooms.

“C’mon, kiddo.” He pulled on her arm, trying to rouse her from the hospital cot. Ahsoka slumped against him, doing absolutely nothing to help Anakin support her weight.

“Alright,” he grumbled, adjusting her arms around his neck while trying not to drop the medicine the healers had given him. “We’re doing this the hard way then.”

Anakin hoisted Ahsoka up onto his back where she instantly tucked her face into his neck. By the time they made it out of the medical wing, she was already snoring softly.

If any of the other passing Jedi found it strange for Anakin to be carrying his sixteen year old apprentice through the Temple, they didn’t say anything. Though Master Windu did shoot him an incredibly amused look that said he and Obi-Wan would likely be having a good laugh about how Anakin had this coming.

They finally reached their shared quarters, and Anakin deposited Ahsoka gently onto the couch in the common area. He tucked a pillow under her montrals and rested a hand on her shoulder, shaking gently to get her attention.

She stirred, and Anakin waited while she took entirely too long to focus on his face. Especially for a girl whose attention to detail had been honed in a warzone.

“Mas’r?” she mumbled, sitting up with a hand pressed to her forehead.

“Hey, Snips,” he said, keeping his voice low. He pulled a blanket around her shoulders and she shot him a grateful look. “How are you feeling?”

She yawned, giving him his answer. He crouched to the ground in front of her and took her hands in his. Too small, he thought briefly, and then he was pulling her into a seated position and stifling a laugh at the pout that covered her face.

“Skyguy,” she groaned, already trying to lay back down.

He rubbed his hand across the valley between her montrals, earning himself a smack at his hand. “You can go back to sleep soon, but we need to get some food in you first.”

“Not hungry.” The words were muffled by the pillow she’d pressed her face into.

“Ahsoka, little one, I wasn’t asking.”

With a dejected sigh she sat back up, tucking her legs under her.

Anakin returned moments later with a bowl of soup in one hand and Ahsoka’s medicine in the other. He’d smelled it as he poured it into the little cup they gave him. He’d seen days old food from Mon Cala that smelled more appetizing.

Anakin placed the medicine on the table and Ahsoka eyed it warily, scrunching her nose at the murky green color. But then her annoyance was on a different subject as she snatched the spoon Anakin had held up in front of her face out of his hand.

She pointed it at him like a deadly weapon, eyes narrowed and far more awake than she had been moments ago. “I’m not a youngling. I’m perfectly capable of eating soup.”

Stifling a laugh he knew would probably get him smacked by his young apprentice, he raised his hands in surrender. He was slowly learning when to pick his battles with Ahsoka. Her independence was one he usually left alone.

Usually, he thought, as he fluffed the pillows behind her and tucked the threadbare blanket tighter around her shoulders.

After getting Ahsoka to take her medicine with only minimal complaining and minor bodily harm to either of them, Anakin reclined on the couch next to Ahsoka. She had turned on the holoprojector and was deeply engrossed in watching a cartoon he remembered from when he was younger.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, until a soft weight landed against his shoulder. Anakin turned his head to find his little padawan slumped against him. A soft smile pulled at his face.

He shifted to rest his arm around her shoulders, and when she snuggled deeper into his chest, montrals barely scraping his chin, he would have sworn his heart melted just a little bit.

They’d hardly known each other for more than a month, and yet he already knew he’d do just about anything to protect her. She’d wormed her way into that exclusive circle of people he held close to his heart, and even though she’d bounced in with an attitude and stupid nicknames, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A cold breeze rushed in through the overhead vent, and Ahsoka curled into an impossibly tighter ball in his arms. She scrunched up her nose, coming back awake, as she shivered.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed, sitting them both up. “Are you alright?”

“Cold,” she muttered, blinking slowly. He was starting to realize that while she was a chatterbox normally, when Ahsoka was exhausted her words were few and far between. She much preferred communicating with gentle taps and shakes of her head.

Concern shot through him at her statement and he pressed his flesh hand to her forehead. “Your fever’s not back, is it?” He pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders and wrapped his arms tighter around her shoulders.

Ahsoka let out an oof at the sudden movement, but Anakin barely registered it. It wasn’t until sleepy little giggles echoed into their apartment that he pulled back in surprise.

His padawan doubled over in laughter the minute he let go of her, and while it was nice to hear her laugh after the ordeal they’d all been through, he was confused.

“What?”

She waved away his question, still struggling to speak. “Nothing. I just had no idea you were such a—.” Fear raced through him at her tiny pause, as his mind hurried to fill in the gap. A terrible Jedi, a failure at following the Code. He knew he wasn’t setting a good example for her, being so blatantly attached. What if she told the Council? What if the way he cared so much made her uncomfortable, and she requested to be reassigned to a real Jedi.

His thoughts were interrupted by Ahsoka’s snort. “A mother hen.”

Anakin spluttered as Ahsoka continued to laugh. But he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face at her teasing. He shoved her shoulder and she flopped against the couch still giggling.

He rolled his eyes at her. “Such insolence when I’m just trying to be nice,” he said, even as he shrugged out of his cloak and laid it over the blanket she was already wrapped in.

Her eyes softened as her laughter died out. Another yawn interrupted the silence, and when she leaned back against him he was all too willing to wrap her in his arms and keep her warm while she slept.

She was his little padawan. His responsibility. He couldn’t keep her safe on the battlefield—in the war. But this, he could do. He could give her a few hours of safe, warm rest. He settled back against the corner of the couch, and stroked a hand lightly down Ahsoka’s back lek. His comm was already off and thrown somewhere across the room.

Anakin tightened his hold, resting his head against the top of Ahsoka’s. A soft smile graced her face as the ends of his hair tickled her montrals.

“Get some rest, Snips,” he whispered, before surrendering to sleep himself.

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littlekikichan · 3 years

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Since you sent me a long ask yesterday, how about 1-10 on the soft ask game? If that's okay...

Sure.

1. What song makes you feel better?

Answer: So Called Life by Three Days Grace or Through the Valley by Shawn James I always feel better after listening to them.

2. What's your feel-good movie?

Answer: Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame and Treasure Planet I love these two films and if I had to say a live action film I would say Foster Gump and Homeward Bound these are great movies to watch that aren't a series.

3. What's your favorite candle scent?

Answer: either lavender or apple cinnamon I like my place smells like autumn I also like the Hawaiian orange scent during the summer.

4. What flower would you like to be given?

Blue lilies I find them very beautiful and they stand for tranquility and hope and inspiration and I just love the coloring on them.

5. Who do you feel most you around?

Duchy!

6. Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

Answer: um...uh... People say I have pretty eyes....uh and I don't know I like my eyes too but I can't think of anything I'm skipping this question I will answer the 11 question since I couldn't think of more.

7. What color brings you peace?

Sky blue, and sunset colors.

8. Tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

Answer: everyone that I talk to on here.

9. What calms you down?

Answer: watching YouTube videos and reading Sans/Reader fanfics I also like certain music when I'm upset I usually go to music to let out all my emotions so I can function normally.

10. What is something you are excited for?

Answer: Well this one is hard one for me because of my depression but in all honesty I want to see what's next.

11. What's your ideal date?

Answer: Going to the beach during the sunset hours and running around with lightsabers and then smoking some weed to relax while watch the sunset and eat boardwalk food or what we packed in the cooler and then watch the stars come out and just talk about stuff.

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lysmune · 3 years

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marble figures

your eyes spill red, his hands carve your disaster.

(Nanami Kento/F!Reader)

Inspired by the myth of Pygmalion and Galatea, which stemmed from the copious amount of times I’ve seen Nanami described as a statue of some sort, prompted by adelek’s ave maria. and flintstrike’s erosion (both of which are gorgeously written fics. Please check them out).

Nanami Kento was a statue of a man, that much you understood, weathered down by the autumn rain and the burden of existence. Erect, upright, upstanding, a model masterpiece whose shoulders sagged ever just in Tokyo’s watercolour nights.

He’d allowed you to taste the cool of his lips then. He reclined in the chair and shuttered his eyes as you kissed yourself against him.

If he breathed, you didn’t notice.

Tucked between the blurring haze of the city skyline, the blue light of computer screens and whirring of overworked fans, you typed in distant silence with him and swallowed the event into bygone. He never spoke of it either.

Not until summer, at least.

Drenched in syrupy heat and the cliché of romance, you held your gaze for a minute too long in the still waters. Lips wet, he let you kiss him again and this time, Galatea cupped your cheek and returned your thoughtless affection, borne of warmth and heat for the first time since your meeting.

And you, Pygmalion, marvelled at the way marble yielded to life.

In the quiet spaces, the dark, early hours of a morning where the only ones that dared so peek at your twining bodies were the gods, Nanami bared to you his heart. It thrummed and pulsed, and weighed heavy in the palm of your hand as he confessed to the endless thoughts he had of you.

Hypnos rarely ever graced him, but you did.

“Why?” you asked as he brought your knuckles to his lips.

He seemed to ponder the question, then, “You compelled me.”

Sincere, earnest, an accusatory hush that you chose to ignore as he held your body deft and prayed your name, head between your thighs in worship to his creator. Slowly, you studied the lines of his form: the noble slope of his nose, the sharp gauntness of his cheekbones, the angular dignity of his jaw, the flex and ripple of his muscles every time he moved closer, gold spun hair brushing ivory skin as he looked at you through glassy aqua irises, stern and gentle.

I could never take credit, you thought as he called you his god; you could never have made a man so beautiful.

Yet Galatea had only ever known Pygmalion.

And he had only ever known you.

And it was always so violently quiet, whatever it was you had with each other. Clipped replies, the unanswered phone calls, questions that he’s never asked; your doubts grew large and plaguing by the day. Despite the intimacy of each embrace, everything else contradicted, revolted, a growing fissure you couldn’t quite mend.

A lacuna.

This is just who he is, you convinced, dripped in the honey of his words as he coaxed you to his making, as your eyes wept roses when he touched you holy, made you sigh his name the way revellers would at the feet of god. He made sure you knew what a sight you were, a marvel of Aphrodite’s kindness when she blessed you awake, the only one who’d ever afflicted him with pining, with yearning.

“No one else,” he affirmed as you sobbed his name.

No one else, you repeated in delight when he cuffed a golden chain around your wrist, subtly proclaiming that you were his to all those he worked with across the office’s three floors.

No one else, you reminded yourself when he forgot the plans you’d made with him, the rush of work and urban havoc gnawing him alive. Dinners at upscale bars were his preferred method of apology, next to the glass bottles of Keiko Mecheri and small lily of the valley bouquets. He never said his sorry’s, never wrote them down either, even though those would’ve meant more than petty treasures.

No one else, you clung to those words still, when he began to dye you in his colours, mazarine blue and wheaten yellow. He painted the winding patterns of his childhood into you, your arching back his fine-bone china, the fire of his palms your kiln. Nanami was a sometsuke ceramicist, and you were his greatest creation.

Behind the mirror reflection of a brightly lit bathroom, you found the perfection of yourself confounding. Warped, twisted, unsightly, a repulsive mess of parts you couldn’t comprehend.

Galatea was unsettlingly beautiful.

Nanami stripped you bare that night and made love to your body. You, however, watched from the carcasses of your milky whites, watched as you moved to the rhythm of him. Your arms wrapped around his neck while your voice sang his name, flushed into his flesh as lines blurred. You never knew how honey-sweet you sounded, how perfectly small you were in his massive, calloused hands, like you were made just for him.

You felt unrecognisable.

And Pygmalion was hopelessly, unwaveringly infatuated.

“What do you love about me?” you asked in your nakedness; Nanami twisted onto his side and looked at you. Fingers came to touch your cheek.

“Everything,” he simply replied, a nauseating calm of a smile gracing his features.

Betrayal coiled around the spaces between your ribs. It felt like an excuse, a cheap-shot answer that rang hollow through the marrow of your bones, a refusal to elaborate because he could not, even if he tried. He didn’t know you, and neither did you.

Whoever you were prior to him, you could no longer reconcile with.

So you curled against him as he caged you in a lavish lovelessness, the glossed lacquered surface of his empty words weaving you together into someone new. Desperate, you reached for the image in his mind, a tapestry of faces that shifted every time he chipped you away.

Tsutsuji, he called when he cupped the curve of your figure. Tsubaki, he called when you looked up at him through your lashes. Suzuran, he called when he smelled the perfume he gifted you on your pulse. Sumire, he called when you reddened at his touches.

You were all of them and none of them all at once.

In the sunlight of a nine-to-five morning, the bracelet around your wrist glittered, beautiful and dangerous. It felt heavy. Your eyes had easily found his, the softest, emptiest shade of forget-me-not petals. You smiled. Something cracked at the shell of your ear.

Who are you?

You stopped right before the door. Winter slipped from underneath as puddles formed. Even in the stillness, you could not find yourself, so you answered your question with the one thing you knew:

Nanami.

And then you were in his arms again, wholly and utterly engulfed, your existence brought to life only through his divinity.

Galatea was nothing without Pygmalion.

And you were nothing without Nanami.

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embracescorner · 3 years

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Demon Slayer: Winds Of The Past Part 1

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yiaba: Winds of The Past

Part 1: Rebirth through tragedy

Prologue:

The skies glowed with a shiny blue, almost no clouds in sight. The light breeze brushed against the flowers that only now began to bloom. It was a beautiful day, one that had graced the young Embrace Lilith. She went through the fields, plucking a lot of red spider lilies, her favorite flower. It was a happy day for her, and for someone she held dear. When she was seven years of age, her younger sister Suniko was born, and today would be their first birthday. She looked to the skies, seeing the sun had already started its downward climb. She knew her mother would throw a fit if she wasn’t back soon, so she sprinted and made her way back home. Their house was small, but on the side of a mountain that overlooked a vast valley. She made her way to the front door. Sliding it open, she looked inside, seeing her mother, Hinoko Lilith, cradling young Suniko.

“Oh, you’re back,” said Hinoko, “I was beginning to worry, please don’t be out for so long.”

“Sorry, mama,” said Embrace.

“Hmhm, I see you’ve already got something for Suniko,” said Hinoko, “I’m sure she’ll love it, won’t you.”

She finished that remark while turning her attention back to Suniko. Embrace joined her, clinging to her side.

“Do you wish to hold her?” asked Hinoko.

Embrace nodded and was handed Suniko. Embrace lost herself gazing at her younger sister as she slept. She went and sat herself down in the dining area/living room.

“She’s awfully sleepy today,” said Embrace.

“It’s normal,” said Hinoko, “I remember when you were that small, you used to sleep day and night, almost never opening your eyes.”

“I know,” giggled Embrace, “But it’s her special day, she should be enjoying it.”

“She will,” said Hinoko, “I’m almost finished with dinner, could you please get the table and plates.”

Embrace set Sumiko aside on a pillow and pulled out a table, grabbing two plates and a bowl. After she was done, Hinoko joined the two, taking Suniko, and mashing her food in the bowl and feeding her the paste. The family of three had spent the rest of the day celebrating the birth of their little angel. Embrace and Hinoko cradled Suniko as they watched the sunset.

They didn’t have much, but they had each other, and that was all they ever needed. The three watched as the sun dipped behind the hills, giving way for the night sky.

“Embrace,” said Hinoko, “What do you wish to be when you grow up?”

“Hmmm,” mused Embrace, pondering the question, “I don’t know.”

“Well, whatever it is,” started Hinoko, “Know this. If you put your mind to it and go at it with all your strength and determination, there is nothing you won’t be able to accomplish.”

“Really?” asked Embrace.

“Yes,” answered Hinoko, “Always remember that.”

“I will,” said Embrace.

“Come on,” said Hinoko, “It’s time to rest.”

Embrace followed her mother inside, and the two got out mats for sleeping. Before Embrace laid down to rest, she looked into the cradle, gazing at her baby sister. She smiled and laid down on the mat and closed her eyes, not knowing that would be the last time that she would see her loved ones again.

Chapter 1:

Embrace was stirred awake by a slight sound. She looked around; her vision clouded by her brain slowly waking up. She was then jolted awake by the feeling of someone snatching her up. She looked and saw it was her mother, shoving her into the closet.

“Stay here,” whispered Hinoko, “It’ll keep you safe.”

“What’re you hiding?” called a voice.

Embrace had to hold back a scream as something beyond her imagination rounded the corner. It was tall, taller than any living thing Embrace had seen in her life. The creature was humanoid in appearance, having a similar structure, but there were several things that set it apart from a human. It had four arms instead of two, the two extra sticking out of its elbows. Its limbs were long and gangly, almost looking like it had starved itself for years. It’s fingers were like long claws, and the nails were sharpened to a fine point. It had four eyes, and long white hair that draped down past its shoulders. The thing that scared Embrace the most was its mouth and hands. They were caked with fresh blood which oozed from the mouth, mixing with saliva, and dripping onto the floor.

“You can’t hope to escape with your life, woman,” said the monster, “You can only prolong the inevitable. No matter what, you and your children are nothing more than food.”

“You took my only child,” cried Hinoko.

“You’re a terrible liar,” cackled the beast, “I saw two beds and a cradle. I also saw you scoop something up when you ran. Do you really think you can keep that one safe?”

“Embrace, RUN!” screamed Hinoko.

She then threw herself at the creature, sacrificing herself to give her daughter a chance to escape. As the creature grabbed onto her, Embrace ran from the closet, hoping to duck under the creature and run. It was all for naught, as the creature used it’s only free arm to grab onto her. Embrace looked back and screamed, tears filling up her eyes as she saw the creature feast on her mother, tearing into her chest.

“Please stop!” begged Embrace, “Please, just let us go.”

“That is not going to happen, kid,” said the creature, “Enjoy these last few moments, because soon it’s going to be your turn.”

“Please stop!” begged Embrace, “Someone, please help!!!”

“It’s useless kid,” snarled the creature, “So just shut up and-.”

The creature stopped, its gaze catching a glimpse of someone else. Embrace followed its gaze and saw someone standing in the hallway. It was a man, seeming to only be 20 years of age. They were garbed in a white haori, and underneath was a black suit and pants, seeming to be a uniform. In his hands, he held a black sword, but the mune of the blade was as white as a cloud and engraved on the blade were kanji that said one simple thing: “Destroyer of Demons”. Embrace was broken out of her trance by a strange sound. She turned to see the creature’s demeanor had changed, its body was now shaking, and she could see fear in all four of its eyes.

“You have taken the lives of too many,” said the man, “Why would you do such a thing?”

“Give me a break, okay!” yelled the creature, “I was hungry. Why can’t you understand that, we’re just getting our food!”

“You have killed many people,” said the man, “So in return, I will steal your life.”

“Stay back!” yelled the creature, dropping Embrace’s mother and grabbing onto her with all four hands, “If you come any closer, she dies here and now.”

“Fear not, little one,” said the man, “I will save you.”

The man adjusted himself, taking a strange stance. Embrace then heard the man breathe, and it sounded very peculiar to her.

“Mist Breathing: sixth form,” said the man, “Lunar Disappearing Mist!”

He then bust forward, almost too fast for either of the two to see. He jumped and flipped in the air. In the next second, before it could act, the creature found its arms, hands, and head to be severed, falling to the floor. Embrace hit the floor with a thump, landing next to her mother. She quickly reached out to grab her, trying to shake her awake.

“Mama,” called Embrace.

She got no response, just a dead silence. She shook further, not giving up.

“Mama, mama,” she continuously called, trying to get any response, “Mama, please, wake up!”

“I am sorry,�� said the man, now standing over Embrace, “If I had gotten here sooner, maybe she would still be alive.”

“No, she’s still alive,” said Embrace, “She can’t be dead, right mama?!”

“I wish I could say you are right, little one,” said the man, “But she is no longer with us. I was too late, and the Demon took her from you.”

Embrace burst out crying. She didn’t want to comprehend it. She wanted all of this to be a bad dream, and that she would soon wake up to see her mother and sister alive right next to her. She was so distraught that she didn’t notice as the man picked her up and began to walk as he carried her. Embrace tried to break free, not wanting to leave her home, but the man had too tight a grip on her.

“What are you doing?!” screamed Embrace, “Let me go!”

“I couldn’t save either of them,” said the man, “But I can at least save you.”

“No, I want to go home,” yelled Embrace, “Please, let me go.”

“To walk alone at night is a dangerous thing,” said the man, “And now you know why. Now you know of the dangerous beasts that ravage our land.”

“Huh?” asked Embrace, “What do you mean? What was that thing?”

“That was a demon, dear child,” said the man, “The legends of old are true, at night, man-eating demons walk the earth, searching for humans to feast on. Normal attacks are useless, as they regenerate fatal wounds in the blink of an eye.”

“Then how did you kill it?” asked Embrace, “Who are you?!”

“My name is Yorokai Mizuguchi,” said the man, “and I am a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. We hunt demons in the dead of night and do what we can to protect humans with ours special blades. As I said, normal attacks are useless. There are only two things that can kill a demon: sunlight, or decapitation by a special sword, most commonly known as a Nichirin Sword.”

Embrace couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not only did demons exist, but so did the ancient legends of the demon slayers. She looked around, seeing that they were traveling at a fast pace.

“So, what happens to me now?” asked Embrace.

“That is entirely up to you,” said Yorokai, “Your home is gone, and you are orphaned at a young age. What do you want to do?”

Embrace pondered the question but found herself distracted. She had lost her family, her home, everything she had. Tears once more welled up in her eyes as she wept for her mother and sister. That sadness then turned to rage as the thought of that horrid creature entered her mind. Not only had it taken everything from her, but it, and so many more like it had stolen everything from many others. She pondered the question, and in her anger, she found her answer.

“Mister Mizuguchi, sir,” said Embrace.

“What is it?” asked Yorokai.

“I want to become a demon slayer,” answered Embrace.

“Are you sure?” asked Yorokai, “That is a dangerous road to walk, and one that can so easily lead to danger and even death.”

“I now have nothing,” said Embrace, “you say that there are many horrible creatures that stalk the night and commit horrid acts upon others. I can never forgive them, and for that, I cannot allow them to continue. Please, give me a chance to end their reign of fear and terror.”

Yorokai didn’t speak at first, showing no expression, but then halted his pace and smiled.

“Very well,” said Yorokai, “I will take you to an old friend of mine. There, she will teach you the ways of swordsmanship and breathing. Then, after hard training, you will be tested to join the ranks of the Demon Slayer Corps. I ask you one final time; do you wish to walk this dangerous path with us?”

“I will,” said Embrace, not giving a moment’s hesitation.

“Hm, then it is settled,” said Yorokai, “What is your name?”

“Embrace,” answered Embrace.

“Well, Embrace,” started Yorokai, “Welcome to the world of the demon slayers.”

Embrace looked out towards the valley, seeing the first crack of dawn. As the sun slowly began to rise, so did Embrace as she was about to begin her new life.

Chapter 2:

It took a day’s travel for Yorokai and Embrace to reach their destination. Normally, it would take him half that time to do so, but he had let Embrace down, and demanded she follow him on foot. His reasoning was that she would be doing it a lot from now on, so there was no better time to get used to it. She was panting, and out of breath, but Yorokai was surprised to see that she had kept up at the pace he used, having had to use a slower pace for others in the past.

“We are here,” Yorokai announced, “I wish I could see you off, but I have many duties to fulfill. Rest here for now but prepare for challenges ahead.”

“Okay,” said Embrace, huffing and puffing, “Is there anything I should know before I meet this woman?”

“She is a friend of mine,” said Yorokai, “But due to the nature of the methods she uses to train people, do not suspect my recommendation will make her treat you any differently.”

“Okay,” said Embrace, “Before you go, thank you. You saved my life and even lead me here. For that, I am grateful.”

“No need to thank me,” said Yorokai, “I was just doing my duty. I wish you luck on the road ahead.”

“Thank you,” said Embrace, “I wish you luck in battle too.”

Yorokai then waved goodbye as he entered the sanctum of the grounds. Embrace took this time to sit down and try to regain her energy. She sat there for what must’ve been ten minutes when she saw the doors fly open, and a relatively young woman stepped out. If Embrace could guess, she would say the woman was no older than her late mother. She was quite tall, standing at 5’11”, and seemed to have a strong build. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had piercing amber eyes, and a small scar ran between them like the rim of glasses.

“Ah, you must be the one Yorokai was speaking of,” said the woman, “My name is Natsuki Kogami, and I am a trainer for those who wish to join the Demon Slayer Corps. What is your name?”

“My name is Embrace Lilith,” said Embrace, getting to her feet, “I wish to learn from you and become a demon slayer.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that,” said Natsuki, “Fallow me, we will begin the trial to see if you’re worthy of becoming my student.”

Natsuki welcomed Embrace into the grounds. She looked around, shocked to see the size of the place. What seemed to be the main temple was massive, almost 50 times the size of her house. What seemed to be the training grounds was full of strange devices, and several training dummies, some of the posts were broken. She was led into the temple, going through the halls till they reached a big room. Embrace looked up, seeing no roof, seeing the sky as it started to shift to night time. The room was adorned with what seemed like a sort of obstacle course.

“This is what I use to test those who wish to become my students,” said Natsuki, “The test is very simple: you will go through that course for three laps. You must complete those three laps before the sand in this hourglass run out.”

“Is that all?” asked Embrace.

“Confident, are we?” said Natsuki, “Well, begin!”

Embrace was startled and took off. The course seemed like a simple track with a few hurtles, and some things she needed to climb over. She was about to reach the first hurtle when she felt the floor beneath her sink, and a strange sound came from beneath. She looked to the side and could barely react as a log on a rope came sailing in, knocking her over. She quickly scrambled to her feet and went back onto the course, jumping over the first hurdle. When she touched the ground, she felt it give out, and she slipped through. She grabbed onto the edge, pulling herself out of the tiger pit. She went on, coming to the wall with a few pegs sticking out. She grabbed on and began climbing up the wall. She grabbed onto the last peg, and gasped as it gave out. Before she could fall, she grabbed onto a lower peg, climbing more cautiously. As she went through the course, the traps became more frequent. As she finished the first two laps, she turned, seeing the hourglass was almost done. She sped up her pace, remembering where most of the traps were. Even with the knowledge of the first two laps, the traps were extremely hard to avoid. As she rounded the last corner, she saw there were only a few grains left. Embrace cringed as she pushed herself, running faster than she had ever run before. She tripped at the end, falling to the floor. She tried to get to her feet, but she felt weakness in her arms and legs, and she was gasping for breath. She then felt as Natsuki scooped her up.

“Just in the nick of time,” said Natsuki, “You passed, so, as promised, I will make you one of my students.”

“Thank you,” panted Embrace.

“Here, I’ll take you to your room,” said Natsuki, “Rest up, cause your training begins tomorrow.”

Embrace watched as they went through the halls, stopping at one door. Embrace was brought into the room and set down onto a mat. Embrace closed her eyes and began to rest, knowing she had a long road ahead of her.

Chapter 3:

The days passed by, and Embrace began her training to become a demon slayer. Her days consisted of grueling training that lasted from sun up to sun down. Her day began with her using a long wooden stick and striking a pole 3000 times. After that, it was on to running several laps around the grounds. After the run, it was sparring with Natsuki, and studying her movements while trying not to get knocked out. While waiting for her groups turn to spar, they were to practice striking the practice dummies, promised seconds at dinner if they could break the dummy post. The final exercise of the day was striking the same pole 8000 times. As she went through the motions, Embrace’s body became more accustomed to the strenuous regimen, thus making it easier for her to keep it up for the rest of the day. During sparring, for the first few weeks, she had been knocked out almost immediately during each session. She would awaken a few hours later and move on with her exercises. As she grew accustomed to life in the temple, she got to know the other students. Most of them were there for the same reason as her, others having learned the truth of demons and wanting to do something about it, and others who were found by Natsuki in dire situations and agreed to go through her training in return for help. She had begun to bond with some of them, starting to feel at home. Days turned to months, and Embrace made progress with her training. After a whole year, for the first time, she had been able to last in sparring sessions for a few minutes. She began to pick up on Natsuki’s movements and began learning how to block and even counter them. After another six months, she was then introduced to a new regimen. There, she learned of the secrets of the Demon Slayer Corps. and how their hundreds of members were able to fight against demons, despite their human form. She learned of total concentration breathing and began to train herself to master those techniques. On some days, she would be pulled out from the normal drills with others and begin learning the breathing forms of wind breathing sword techniques. With total concentration breathing, it was possible for demon slayer swordsmen to perform special sword techniques that aided them in their battle with demons. Embrace practiced every day since then, putting her body under great stress. Not only was it difficult to keep up total concentration breathing while under stress, but the techniques of wind breathing were very demanding, making it hard to keep it up for long periods of time. Luckily, the others were quick to see her plight and offered that they train together so that they could all progress and overcome their weakness. It was her the mark of her third year of training when she had noticed that the number of students had thinned significantly, and some that she had gotten to know were now gone. She had gone to Natsuki and asked her about this and was asked to follow. She was brought to another room, seeming to be a simple sparring chamber.

“Hmm, what are we here for?” asked Embrace.

“This is where I test those to see if they have completed my training,” said Natsuki, “If you can successfully strike me twenty times, then you have completed my training.”

“If I finish my training, will I be a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.?” asked Embrace.

“No, not yet” said Natsuki, “If you complete my training, I will approve you to go through the final selection. There, you will be tested, and if you pass that, then you will become a demon slayer.”

Natsuki then took a stance, drawing a wooden sword. Embrace responded by doing the same. She was ready to move in on her but was surprised to see Natsuki vanish in an instant. She felt hard wood strike her on the back of the head, and it all went black from there. Day after day, she would run herself through her drills and practice total concentration, but still failed with each attempt. Then, one day, after a year had passed, she challenged Natsuki one more time. The two entered the chamber and drew their wooden swords. Embrace took in a deep breath, ready to win this time. She and Natsuki burst forward, ready to clash. Natsuki whirled around her and swung towards Embrace’s head.

“What a shame,” said Natsuki, “Maybe next month.”

“Wind breathing: Sixth Form,” said Embrace, “Black Wind Mountain Mist!”

Embrace whirled around upward, swinging her sword. Natsuki’s strike was blocked and felt the tip strike her shoulder.

“Not bad,” said Natsuki, “Let us see if you can keep it up.”

“Wind Breathing: Second Form,” said Embrace, “Claws Purifying Wind!”

Embrace then made three upward slashes. Natsuki blocked the first but took the other two. Having felt pressed for the first time in a while, she decided to pick up the pace.

“Heh, it has been quite a while since the last time I did this,” said Natsuki, taking in a deep breath, “Wind Breathing: First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!”

Natsuki burst forth at great speed, making continuous circular slashes.

‘If she has trained well’ thought Natsuki, ‘then this shouldn’t be hard to block.’

“Wind Breathing: Third Form,” said Embrace as she winded up, “Clean Storm Wind Tree.”

She rotated several times, unleashing a whirlwind of slashes. While the clashing against her had halted the both of them, Natsuki felt the sword brush against her twelve times. She smiled, impressed that Embrace had grown into such a capable fighter. She only needed to land five more strikes and she would pass the test. Natsuki jumped back and readied to strike again. Embrace seized this chance and burst forward. She readied and leaped into the air.

“Seventh Form: Gale Sudden Gusts!” yelled Embrace.

She swung her blade hard as she jumped, striking with great force. Natsuki raised her sword to defend and gasped as the force from the strike broke the wooden blade.

“Fifth Form: Cold Mountain Wind!” yelled Embrace.

Natsuki felt as she was struck on the back several times, exceeding the twenty required hits. Embrace landed on the floor, out of breath. She turned, seeing Natsuki smiling.

“Well done,” congratulated Natsuki, “You completed my training. Therefore, I will approve you for final selection.”

“Thank you,” said Embrace, bowing in respect, “I would’ve never made it this far without your training, and for that, I am grateful.”

Natsuki invited Embrace to her chamber for dinner, treating her student to a feast. The two fellowshipped, recalling the day four years ago when she had first arrived. As Embrace left, she caught a glimpse of Natsuki grabbing some things. She went to her room and laid to rest, having one last trial ahead of her.

Chapter 4:

Embrace awoke the next morning, finding Natsuki waiting at her door.

“Good morning,” greeted Natsuki, “I wanted to see you off. Here take this.”

She handed Embrace a green Kimono and a black sword with a green mune.

“The site of final selection is to the north at Mt. Fujikasane,” said Natsuki, “This sword will protect you.”

“Thank you,” said Embrace, “I promise to make you proud.”

Embrace got dressed in the kimono, then set off. She traveled far to the north, going from town to town, traversing the land till she reached her destination, the sun beginning to set. At the foot of the mountain, she found the beginning of a long stair case that ascended the mountain. As she walked up the steps, she noticed wisteria was all over the place. She eventually reached the top, finding many other people in an open area. They all seemed to be around her age, some older, some younger. Most of them only had swords like her, but some carried flails with them as well as swords. Embrace decided to rest under a tree and wait for the test to begin. She watched as the moon began to rise, the moonlight touching down onto the area. She looked over and saw two girls standing on a small little stage, both off them looking the same as each other.

“Greetings,” said one, “We are pleased to see so many people who wish to join the Demon Slayer Corps.”

“You have all gathered her to take part in the final selection process,” said the other, “To pass, you must survive seven days past this wisteria barrier. Demons who have been captured by demon slayers are on this mountain, so be careful.”

“Now, let the final selection begin!” said the two in unison.

Embrace and the others rushed forth into the forest ahead, leaving their safe haven behind. Most broke away from the group, but Embrace and a few others stuck together, seeing strength in numbers.

“Okay, let us move to the east,” said Embrace, “The sunlight will first strike there.”

The group followed her, making their way through the forest. Along the way, the party stopped, hearing rustling coming from all directions. They all stood back-to-back, ready for the next challenge. Suddenly four demons sprung from the trees, trying to catch the children off guard.

“Finally!” yelled one of the demons.

“I haven’t had human flesh in a long time,” said another.

The demons then closed in, all ready to tear the group to shreds. The group then prepared, took a deep breath, and burst forward.

“Water Breathing: Second Form Improved: Lateral Water Wheel!”

“Thunder breathing: Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!”

“Wind Breathing: First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!”

“Flame Breathing: Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!”

“Stone Breathing: Third Form: Stone Skin!”

The user of stone breathing whipped their flai. around, repelling the demons back. This left them open, allowing the four others to close in and slice off the demon’s heads. They all saw as the bodies of the demons crumbled. Embrace was entranced by this, so entranced that she didn’t notice a demon coming up behind her.

“Behind you!” yelled the water breathing user.

Embrace drew her sword as she turned, and saw as someone else closed in, seeming to be an eight year old girl.

“Mist Breathing: Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Slash!”

The one behind burst forward, slicing off the demon’s head in an instant.

“It would do you good to be aware of your surroundings,” was all they said before retreating to into the forest.

The group decided to move forward. As the days gone by, the five stuck together, resting in the day time, and fighting off demons at night. They soon reached the end of the last night, heading back to the area where they first started this trial. They reached the wisteria as the sun began to rise. As they entered the center sanctum, they noticed many people from the beginning were missing. In fact, the only people there was the girl from before and three others.

“Welcome back,” said the two children from the beginning, “We are so glad that you all are safe. Starting today, you all are members of the Demon Slayer Corps. There are 10 ranks in the Demon Slayer Corps.: Kinoe, Kinoto, Hinoe, Hinoto, Tsuchinoe, Tsuchinoto, Kanoe, Kanoto, Mizunoe, Mizunoto. You will all start at the bottom at Mizunoto, we will now brand you with your rank. In addition, you will be assigned a Kqsugai crow.”

As they said that, one of them clapped their hands. At the sound as if it were a signal, several crows flew out of the trees. Embrace held her arm out and watched as a crow landed onto her forearm.

“Hello, little guy,” said Embrace, stroking its head.

“Now, for the next part,” said one of the girls, showing a table with a bunch of rocks on it, “Now, you shall select the ore that shall be used to forge your sword.”

Each of the survivors took turns stepping up, selecting their ore. Once everyone was done, they were all called up to have their measure taken for uniform sizes. As Embrace was being measured, she felt a small tickle on her hand. They were all dismissed, all setting off to wait for their uniforms and katana. Embrace returned to Natsuki’s temple where she was welcomed back with congratulations. Two weeks later, Embrace was sweeping the grounds when she heard the sound of chimes. She opened the gates and was surprised to find a man with a Hyottoko mask standing outside, a box under his left arm.

“Hello, I am Murako Tsuchinata,” said the man, “I am her to deliver the sword for Embrace Lilith.”

“Ah, I am Embrace Lilith,” said Embrace, “Please, come in.”

“I must be off to deliver another blade, so please draw it here,” said Murako.

Embrace opened the box and found a sheathed sword.

“Heh, I remember when my first blade was delivered,” said Natsuki, sneaking up behind them, “Go ahead, draw it.”

“Nichirin Swords are also called color changing katanas,” explained Murako, “It’s color changes depending on the one who draws it.”

Embrace unsheathed the blade, seeing a normal steel katana. After a moment of gazing at it, Embrace watched as it changed. The blade turned black, but the mune turned a dark green.

“What else was I expecting?” Natsuki said sarcastically.

“Well, I must be off,” said Murako, “I look forward to our business in the future.”

Murako then set off, heading to his next delivery. Embrace went back inside where Natsuki surprised her with her corps. uniform. Embrace got herself fitted in the black clothes, finding them to be a perfect fit. She stepped out in front of a mirror and looked at her reflection. As she looked herself over, she decided to make one final change. She pulled her long hair back and tied it into a pony tail.

“North! You must go north!” yelled a voice, startling Embrace.

She looked and saw her crow incoming.

“You must travel north!” shouted the crow, “In a town to the north, people go missing every night! Prepare, Embrace Lilith, this is your first mission as part of the Demon Slayer Corps.!”

Embrace sighed, wanting to spend a little longer her. She brushed it off, and left the temple, Natsuki seeing her off. With a mission to fulfill and her destination in mind, Embrace took off north, ready to begin her life as demon slayer.

Part 1: End.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge and Ufotable

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The Meme And His Tutor

Part 49: The Tutor’s birthday

Recommended Song: Stay up by Baekhyun

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Summary:

The day has finally arrived and the tutor has something special planned. Operation D enters its finally stage.

Genre: Fluff, comedy, SMUT

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, sexy times, Jungkook is a tad eager, riding, some dirty talk?, Jungkook can be a whiny baby, consent asked for throughout. PROTECTED SEX WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT PEOPLE.

Word Count: 2701

Length: 49/?

You worried around your kitchen as you prepared. Today was the day. It was your birthday. The day you planned to give Jungkook all of you. Miri was staying with Jaehi for the night under her insistence. Something about not having distractions around. There was only a couple of hours until Bangtan’s photoshoot was over, when Jungkook would be free to see you. So now was the best time to eat before nerves made your stomach uneasy. You knew Jungkook would’ve eaten at the photography studio. The doorbell rang as you were chopping up some carrots so you set down your knife and went to answer it.

A bunch of flowers greeted you. The delivery guy poked his head around the large bouquet, "Y/N?"

"Uh, yes that's me."

He handed you the flowers and wished you a happy birthday before leaving. Sitting down, you found a card attached to the bouquet by a ribbon.

"Alright, let's find out who you’re from,” You said turning the card over, “'To my lovely Noona. Happy birthday! I'm sorry I can't spend most of the day with you but my day ends at 8pm. I'll try to get to you asap so I can cook you dinner and stuff. From, your Kookie.'"

Well shit, his romantic home cooked dinner will probably have to wait until the next day. It wasn’t his fault though, he didn’t know your plans. A small smile graced your lips as you set the bouquet on the coffee table. You needed to finish cooking.

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One meal and shower later, you were digging through your wardrobe for the lingerie you bought with Jaehi. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you pulled out the sheer fabric. Nerves or anticipation you couldn’t tell. Time was counting down, the photoshoot was ending soon. Placing it on your bed you moved over to your chester draws, you rummaged through to find the accompanying panties.

Stripping down you changed into them, posing and twirling in front of your widow to give yourself a once over. Just two things left to do. Grabbing your phone you typed out a quick message to Jungkook.

‘I’m ready.’

Sent.

All you had to do was your hair… maybe put on a nice pair of heels. Just as you sat down in front of your vanity, your phone dinged with a message.

‘Ready as in ready ready?

‘Yeah.’

‘Fuck.’

‘That’s the plan Kookie.’

You giggled at your own response and set your phone down. Trust teasing him to be the thing that calmed your nerves.

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Your hair was in soft curls as you slid on a pair of heels that finished off your ensemble. The sound of the apartments passcode being punched in reached your ears causing you to hurry into the living room just as Jungkook shut the front door behind him.

You stood there stunned. His cherry red hair was part to show off his forehead, his clothing was far from casual, looking as if he had left the shoot without even changing. He wore a deep blue shirt, leather pants and a leather harness around his chest. He oozed sex appeal but one part of you lamented how fiddley the harness would be to remove.

Jungkook mirrored you, stood still as a statue whilst eyeing your form. You watched the path of his eyes as they travelled down your body, pausing at you cleavage momentarily before continuing down to your thighs. Where he stopped and drew in a breath. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smirk.

“So that’s why you’ve been hiding from me in the bathroom while changing Noona? When did you get that tattoo?”

The tattoo in question was ‘oriental’ in design: cat in a kimono sheathing a katana while stood atop a koi fish, surrounded by lily pads in bloom. Your mother had paid for it as a farewell gift before a month before you left for Korea. It had to be done in sessions, one a week to have it completed in time.

“Before moving here.”

Jungkook closed the gap between you in a few long strides before dropping to his knees. His fingers tenderly traced over the lines.

“Munsindo noonacheoreom areumdawoyo. (The tattoo is as beautiful as Noona.)”

He placed a kiss on it, so feather light it was like the fluttering in you heart was caused by it sprouting wings to fly to him. The thought didn’t stick around for long. Jungkook used his position to hoist you over his shoulder as he stood, a squeal leaving your lips.

He crossed the threshold of your room, carefully setting you down on your bed. Your face was cupped by his hands as he looked into your eyes, “Are you sure about this Noona? I need to hear you say it.”

Your own hands reached for him, curling his locks around your fingers, “I’m sure Jungkook.”

The smile that bloomed across his face could’ve melted you, “Johke haedeurilkeyo. Yaksokhaeyo. (I’ll make it good for you. I promise.)”*

His lips were on yours without a second to spare, soft and gentle but you could tell he was holding back. Tugging on his hair, you tried to let him know it was okay but all he did was chuckle and shake his head.

“It’s your birthday Noona, so today this will be all about you. We can focus on me another time yeah?”

How did you get blessed with such a man? You decided to let him do as he pleased. With a nod of confirmation from you, he moved down to your neck. Immediately he attacked your weak point, nipping and sucking at it with a practiced technique that had you squirming beneath him. You hadn’t even realised he had led you down.

“Noona, can I… am I allowed to-” The way his breath ghosted over the sensitive skin had heat pooling between your legs.

“Please.”

It kind of amazed you how you knew what he was asking to do, but it’s not as if it took a mind reader. Jungkook’s nips lost their gentleness, now with the intent to mark you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, I particularly harsh bite causing you to jolt, hips meeting his and drawing a moan from the both of you. If there was something you had realised from your escapades with Jungkook, it was that his moans were as intoxicating as his singing. Unlike his singing, this was just for your ears.

Jungkook’s hands trailed up your thighs as his lips travelled south, stopping in the valley of your breasts. Sitting up slightly, he pulled down the straps of your baby doll to reveal you breasts to him.

“As much as I love how this looks on you, it’s getting in my way so I have no choice but see it go.”

His playful pout made you giggle. You helped him to remove the material from you leaving you in naught but your panties. Those giggles died instantly when he caught one of your nipples between his lips, tongue laving it. His hand gravitated towards the neglected breast, massaging it and pausing to tweak it. Keens and whines escaped your lips as heat continued to pool. You felt his free hand move to your hip, encouraging you to grind against him as his moved in tandem with you.

He freed your nipple to rest his head on your chest, sweat slicked hair feeling chill against your heated skin, “Fuck Noona, I’m sorry. I don’t think I can take my time with you like you wanted. Can I taste you? I’ve been fucking dying to Noona, please.”

“It’s… It’s okay baby. Do what you want with me.”

Jungkook groaned when the word baby left your lips, his hands already tugging at the last remaining piece of clothing on you.

You placed a hand on his chest, making him stop. His brows furrowed in concern.

“Aren’t you a tad over dressed?” You said coyly.

Jungkook was quick to start unbuckling the harness, you were almost sad to see it go. But that thought was swiftly replaced when he started unbuttoning his shirt to reveal more and more of his caramel skin to you. You were so entranced you barely noticed he had taken it off fully until he started working on removing his leather pants. Fuck they made his thighs look heavenly with how they clung to them like a second skin. Maybe one day you could convince him to wear those and the harness when fooling around…

Without hesitation Jungkook pushed down his pants revealing that he was going commando beneath.

“Do you ever wear underwear?”

“When my pants aren’t so tight. Do you have…?”

You pointed to your dresser. He had to claim over slightly and you relished in how his skin felt against yours. A little “aha” let you know he had found what he wanted. He sat back up, condom in hand and a victorious grin on his face.

“I thought you wanted to taste me baby. I thought you couldn’t wait.”

Jungkook tore open the foil.

“And I can’t but safety first. Don’t want to forget about it when I’m high on your pussy Noona.” He said with utter seriousness, rolling the rubber onto his cock.

You choked on air at his words. They sounded almost alien coming from him. Jungkook shifted above you so his upper body was situated between your legs, pulling them over his shoulders. With his hands on your hips, he pulled you towards his face, his breath fanning against you for but a brief moment before he was diving in.

You’ve only been eaten out a handful of times, none of which could compare to that very moment. No one had ever done it so enthusiastically. Had ever had you moaning like a wanton whore at an orgy. And Jungkook seemed equally affected as he groaned with each passing of his tongue between your folds, only stopping to focus on your clit. You couldn’t help you hands weaving into his hair, tugging him closer so you could grind against the flat surface of his tongue.

A prodding at your entrance had you looking down and you swore you could’ve come then and there at the sight that met you. He was looking up at you, watching your reactions and responding to them. His sweat laden bangs were held back from his face by your very own hands letting you see him clearly. And fuck were you weak for it, the look in his eyes was exactly like when he was performing. The passion and focus in them.

Staring into your eyes, he pushed two fingers into you. You tensed, not used to starting with two but it really did seem Jungkook was too riled up for his own good. But that didn’t mean he was utterly senseless. At your visible discomfort, he started sucking and kitten licking at your clit, making you shudder as pleasure surged upwards through you. When you had relaxed enough he started pumping his fingers inside you, crooking his fingers to find the spots that would have your toes curling.

“Jungkook. Fuck right there.”

Jungkook pulled away slightly, “There Noona? Do you think you can take another?”

“Please,” You whined, tugging at his hair.

Jungkook chuckled, going back to give your sensitive nub more attention as he eased a third finger in. You already felt so full but if the dildos you had been practicing with were anything to go by, you were going to feel even more so later. With just a bit more coaxing he had done the impossible. Jungkook made you cum with foreplay. The heat that had pooling in your stomach, twisting into a coil, finally released and flooded your body. You cried out as it travelled from its epicentre between your legs, to your toes and fingers before finally reaching your head leaving you fucked out and heady.

Jungkook sat back, your release on his lips and chin. Using his thumb he wiped up what remained only to suck it off with a moan.

“You taste so fucking good Noona. Good thing you’re a snack so I can eat you up every day.”

He shifted so his hips were flush against yours, his cock pressing insistently against your entrance. Your hand went to his shoulder, nudging him to lay back but he resisted.

“I said today is about you Noona. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I know. I want to be on top.”

The dumbstruck look on Jungkook’s face was priceless and when you nudged his shoulder again he gave no resistance at all, falling to the side with all the grace of a pigeon in a strong wind. You straddled his hips but waited a moment before going any further.

“Are you okay with this baby?”

Jungkook blinked a couple of times before meeting your eyes, “Noona, I am more than okay with this. I just had to focus on not coming at the thought of you riding me.”

Nodding to yourself having got his consent, you lined up his cock with your cunt before pressing down onto his. Your breath caught in your throat at the sheer feel of him stretching you to your limits, even as you took your time. A stream of curses left Jungkook’s mouth, his hands clutching at the sheets. You both stayed like that for a moment, regaining composure.

“Noona, you’re so wet and tight. Fuck. Despite the fleshlight you gave me I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“I-it’s okay. I’ve al-already c-came.”

Jungkook gave a low groan in response, his head kicking back as his hips bucked at your words, “Shit, sorry Noona.”

Your hands fell to his chest to steady yourself, moaning as his movements made him brush against your sweet spot.

“Do that again Kookie. But this time call me by my name.”

Jungkook released the sheets, hands tightly grasping at your hips to hold you steady as he thrust up into you, “Oh fuck. Fuck Y/N. So fucking good around my cock. Shit this isn’t how I thought it’d go in my head.”

Not content with staying still, you rocked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your body tipping forward as you rested your forehead against his own, breathy moans mixing with his grunts. The sound of those with skin against skin and you wetness were a sinful performance to your ears. One you knew you’d want to hear over and over for as long as you were able. For as long as Jungkook was your partner in this duet.

Jungkook captured your lips with your own. It was messy with heavy breathing and teeth occasionally knocking at harder thrusts. Which were becoming more erratic as Jung drew ever closer to his end. The familiar heat was starting to build in your stomach but you elected to ignore it, just this once.

“It’s okay baby, you can cum.”

As if hearing those words was what he needed, Jungkook tensed beneath you with a cry of your name as you continued to rock against him, milking his climax. His grip on you tightening was you signal to stop so you eased yourself off him. As he led there panting and in a fucked out daze you carefully removed the condom from him and took it over to your little bin. Sure you ached but clean up was necessary.

“Noona~ waso nal kkyeoanayo (Come and cuddle me).” Jungkook whine, patting beside him insistently.

You wondered if he was the whiney type after cumming. Smiling to yourself at the thought of a whiny baby-ish Jungkook, you crawled back into bed and into his arms.

“You tired Kookie?”

Jungkook shook his head, “Just need to catch my breath. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be ready for round two.”

Your eyes which were closing sprang wide open, “Round two?”

“I will feel you come round my dick before your birthday is over Y/N, I promise. Which reminds me. Happy Birthday Noona. I’m sorry I didn’t bring your present or the stuff for dinner. I kinda… forgot… after your texts.”

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A/N: Happy New Year everyone! It’s exactly the 4 year anniversary of me discovering Bangtan!

*I wrote this line just as Jungkook sang the first “take my hand now” in the Euphoria forever mix and it hit my heart in such a way. oof.

Tag list: @it-is-dana @joonsflowers @welcome-to-my-broken-sanctuary @diznizzle4shizzle

This work of fiction is copyright © JungkookieNoona and protected under UK and international law. All rights reserved. Any unauthorised broadcasting, copying or reposting will constitute an infringement of copyright.

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tales-of-a-wilted-sunflower · 1 year

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A wide eyed Sunny has appeared!!!

He doesn't seem to be from any era near the 1990s.

He's practically looking the ghosts dead in the eyes.

"... Hello friends."

Why is that look in his eyes so unnerving...?

"Oh um hey there alternate Sunny. How are you?"

"Hi there. It's always a pleasure to meet one of my little brother's alternates. How are you?"

#the wilted sunflower answers your questions;;#graceful lily of the valley(mari);;#the graceful lily of the valley answers your questions;;#omori rp #lilandetime #wilited sunflower(basil);;

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sormikbigbang · 5 years

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Masterpost

We’ve come to the end of the SorMik Big Bang 2019! Before we move on to the master post for 2019, we would like to express our sincerest thanks to all of you. It has been a wild ride and us mods couldn’t thank our participants enough for being such lovely people to work with. There’ll also be a feedback form the participants can fill in! The link will be distributed through email and shared in our discord server. We would like to know how you think about us and how you would like us to improve through our feedback form!

If you missed your chance this year, don’t worry, we’ll be back again in 2020! Do stay tuned for some exciting information on where this event will be going next year!

Without further ado, here’s the master post for all entries of SorMik Big Bang 2019!

Masterpost

(Announcement: Not all artists/writers have posted their works yet, so this masterpost will be updated gradually as they post until everyone has posted.)

As Soft as Feathers by Kagaminekupcake | Art by Melly Mel (still yet to be posted) & KimmySnacks

Ranting: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: Two kingdoms lay near one another, and with the queens sharing a friendship, they thought it only natural to continue the friendly relations through their successors. Prince Sorey and Prince Mikleo grew up, therefore, spending their summers together and sharing memories over the pages of dusty novels. However, upon Sorey’s near coronation, Selene informs Mikleo that she plans to betroth him to a princess of another land. Mikleo argues heatedly with her before storming out of the castle, but he was never seen afterwards. All Sorey could find in the rain was his circlet- a prized possession he knew Mikleo would never leave behind. Maybe the swan he discovers in the forest in the following days can give him a clue as to where Mikleo has gone…

Fanfic still yet to be posted by Dola625 | Art by mallowkey

Ranting: General Audiences

Summary: Luvdisc love fortune has set its sight upon a pair of childhood friends who need just an extra push with tons of water, a sunset and of course Mikleo and newly smitten Luvdisc.

La Fragilité Des Grues en Papier by Naminette | Art by Kinsdura

Ranting: Mature

Summary: Was it possible that his mother's tales were true? A sacred mountain where the Kamis' sanctuary lay. Away from the human world they lived in. Wings adorn their back, divine beings that were one with nature. This is were Mikleo place was, where he would be safe and happy. Until years after a plague broke into the village in the valley and a young human had no choice left but to seek the gods' help without knowing how it would change Mikleo's world.

Everything you left behind by Strikedawn | Art by Retto

Ranting: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: After his uncle's death, Mikleo is forced to run away from his office for the weekend and tend to Camlann, Michael's old manor and his own childhood home. The house has seen better times-- Mikleo definitely won't be able to sell it like this.

(Does he even want to?)

But his uncle's metaphorical ghost isn't the only thing within those walls. There is Lailah and Zaveid, who have made of Camlann their house as much as Michael did. There is Sorey, with his lovely smile, his pure intentions, and his love for the decrepit house. They are everywhere in the house, making it theirs, making Mikleo feel... things. Mikleo definitely won't be able to sell the house like this.

(But then again--does he even want to?)

Demons, Mysteries, and Feathery Celestialness by Sage | Art by Oliver Niko & Vonderer

Ranting: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: Sorey is a cop. When his current case turns out to involve elements both demonic and angelic, he suddenly finds himself both in over his head and with a new partner. Neither he nor the angel Mikleo are particularly happy to be saddled with each other. Can they work through their differences to solve the case?

Moon Phases by Melly Mel | Art by Raine

Ranting: General Audiences

Summary: "The Sun has long fallen in love with the Moon and has done everything in his reach to conquer its heart, but the timid and stubborn Moon has always rejected it, afraid of these feelings. Time will teach that one cannot simply ignore such a strong and true love for so much time."

A story that tells how Sorey, the sun prince, falls ill for love after so many years trying to conquer the love of Mikleo, the moon prince, who’s not willing to believe him and misunderstand everything.

Fountain of Youth, the Elixir of Eternal Life by MegumitheGreat | Art by ZYO

Ranting: Explicit

Summary: At Lailah's request, Sorey and Mikleo take a break from their adventure and go through Pendago Shrinechurch's library. Coming across a legend titled "Shelanoir's Forest", they find themselves trapped within its pages and living the roles of the characters inside.

Resonance and Resistance by Eachainn | Art by Illium

Ranting: Mature

Summary: After eight years apart, Mikleo is more than ready to pick of the threads of the hopes and dreams that they had left drop when Sorey had left for Pendrago. But things are rarely that easy, especially when the Shepherds are involved. After all, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a Shepherd in possession of a good resonance must be in want of a seraph.

A Sormik Regency Era AU

Chasing Dreams by RoyalDelirium | Art by Mewnia

Ranting: General Audiences

Summary: And this is where their tale begins, they did not really know what would await them out there, but they had dreams to chase and questions to answer. As long as they were together nothing could escape their grasp.

The Best Tour by Spectrum-sanctuary | Art by ArdentKnight & Unko (still yet to be posted)

Ranting: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: In the archaic city of Ladylake where there are more canals than brick pathways, boats called gondolas are the major mode of transportation and location of work. The most renowned of these occupations are those who guide tourists around the romantic and historic marvels of the city while rowing the gondolas, the gondoliers.

Seventeen-year-old Mikleo is among them, renowned for not only being young but also graceful and skilled with the oar. When he meets the newly-arrived student Sorey in the city, his usual life among the waves and ruins transforms into a tale of adventure and excitement... and perhaps even love.

The Gang Crashes a Party While in Drag by Pengiesama | Art by Nami & Minstrels

Ranting: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: Sorey and the crew investigate reports of a black market trafficking ring, and zero in on a particularly nasty noble at the center of it all. Luckily, said noble is opening his chateau to host a masquerade – the perfect opportunity to get close. Unluckily, the Shepherd’s fame has spread wide, and Sorey needs a disguise to make sure he’s incognito.

This is achieved by the obvious solution, and that's to disguise him in a dress and pass him off as Rose's sister. What could possibly go wrong?

Sir Sorey and the River Dragon by Treya-barton | Art by Kishi

Ranting: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: Sir Sorey is a curious, gentle knight from the kingdom of Ladylake ruled by a fair and beautiful Queen. One day she is approached by a village with news that they are being plagued by a dragon that is blocking their access to a river they use for trade. Sir Sorey is sent on a quest to investigate this dragon in order to resolve the villager's dilemma.

The Benefits of Being Impulsive by FortunesRevolver | Art by Aimi

Ranting: General Audiences

Summary: It had all started out of sheer spite -- Sorey’s own bizarre desperate need to prove to his grandfather that he wasn’t that impulsive. Really, if he really wanted impulsive, Sorey could be impulsive. Or, maybe, somewhere deep down, he’d just wanted to talk to the really, really pretty boy sitting by the pool with stunningly white hair who just happened to be holding a copy of his favorite book series ever.

Art by MegumitheGreat (Their writer wasn’t able to get to finish due to personal reasons, but still asked MegumitheGreat to post their art anyway because it’s so cool!)

Trust, Betrayal and Beyond by Sabi | Art by Mikleohno

Ranting: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: A long time ago, the country was separated into two factions: the Lotus faction and the Lily faction. Both factions had opposing ideals, which resulted in a war that lasted for decades. The war finally ended when the Lotus faction killed the Lily faction’s leader, thus bringing peace back to the land. Our story takes place a century later, focusing on Mikleo, the prince of the kingdom, who is doing everything he can to repair this country, as well as his new servant, Sorey, whose background is shrouded in mystery.

Eyes on the Horizon by Oliver Niko | Art by Siciel

Ranting: Mature

Summary: Mikleo is a nobleman kept captive for the magic he possesses. Sorey is a pirate, his crew determined to grant freedom to those with said magical capabilities.

The two are brought together not by this alone, but also by their similarities; the goal to do whatever it takes to protect Rolance's people from its corrupt emperor, and find the truth behind their missing mothers along the way.

The Color of Twilight by Luneath | Art by Succu (still yet to be posted)

Ranting: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: “Ever since that day, Sorey has been looking for something. Desperately, yearningly, painfully. It's like chasing after a dream that’s hiding underneath his eyelids, almost there but not really. Just within reach, but could never be grasped fully. It’s like running after a figure — a blurred one, tinted blue, who owns half of his soul; his heart and his life. But he can’t remember. He knows, but never for sure. He just feels his heartstrings being tugged, but never to where or by whom. The more he tries to make sense of everything, the more he realizes it would hurt more to never find whatever’s — whoever’s gone. The only thing that gives him hope is the writing on his palm, tattooed in elusive curves that makes him feel warm and safe and nostalgic and a little like breaking. What’s written there, the meaning and the purpose — he doesn’t understand it at first. Not until some time. But even then, he swears he’s going to find whatever it is. And when he does, he’s never letting it go ever again."

[A Kimi no Na Wa (Your Name) AU featuring time travel, fluffy angst, switching bodies and switching lives, plus true loves and true names.]

Fanfic still yet to be posted by Miranda | Art by Okke (still yet to be posted) & Narain Yuna

Ranting: Explicit

Summary: Clergyman!Sorey x Non-Believer!

Mikleo The heavy wooden doors opened and closed with an echo throughout the chapel, all but empty save for the decorative lanterns with the names of the twelve apostles lining the pillars leading up to the alter, the hand-carved plaques in the right-wing hallway depicting the Stations of the Cross of the same number donated by the generous family, and the overwhelming but whole-fully welcomed presence of Him which he felt.

Sorey loved getting to do this-- well, he loved pretty much every aspect of his stay here as part of his training, but this was probably one of his top favorites: waking up to the early morning sun and say his morning prayers, picking some berries from his little garden as part of his breakfast before freshening up, and coming down to the church before Gramps arrived to start the day. He wasn't sure what made him want to say another morning prayer in the chapel when there was no need whatsoever. Perhaps it was simply just seminary habits or wanting the chapel to feel less... big? Lonely?

Or dusty?

He chuckled at the thought and shaking his head, and joyfully continued to walk towards the alter. Thinking back to his childhood, it use to be a dark green stone like the rest of the flooring. In it's place now was a white marble with gray veins scattering sparingly here and there. Gramps wasn't sure who thought it was a good idea, and Sorey didn't really pay it much attention.

As he approached the alter and began to kneel, pulling out his mini prayer booklet from his pocket, the front double doors opened and closed yet again. Hm, strange, Sorey thought for a moment. Normally Gramps doesn't come in this early since traffic from...

When he turned around to greet the wise old man who practically raised him from birth, Sorey was taken aback to see a young man with long dyed hair, faded black skinny jeans, and a somewhat revealing white and blue sweater with a v-neck that fell to show the side of his collar bone. Wait, was it dirty...?

It could've been the way he seemed to hold himself together-- just barely and could hardly seem like he wasn't shaking. It could've been the way his eyes, a deep blue from this distance, almost pleaded for mercy and safety. It could've just as easily been the way the light hit his unblemished face, his aquamarine tresses...

Sorey knew, deep down, that he would never forget this moment. Someone or something must have whispered something to his heart or to his soul that day, to never let this memory go.

Fanfic still yet to be posted by Mogseltof | Art by Lynxlantern & Ammerynth (still yet to be posted)

Ranting: Mature

Summary: Since he was young, Sorey’s been friends with the curious, withdrawn sailor everyone in his seaside town avoids. Now he’s an adult, struggling to find material for his research, but his withdrawn friend has recently been made captain of his ship, and Sorey is offered the opportunity he’s been looking for -- the chance to get out of his town and see the places he’s actually researching. But Sorey has another reason to want to be out on the sea; they say there are mermaids in the waves, and Sorey has to know if his memories ring true, or if he imagined the boy in the river so many years ago. However, the voices of the dead sing loudly from the deep, and the captain is hiding something that may get them all in trouble.

We hope you enjoy the masterpieces made by our talented participants! See you again next year!

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ghouls-dream · 5 years

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Nobody asked for it, my hormones did tho. So yall gonna recieve it - Aether x Reader one shot! Enjoy, loves!

“Maybe you should say yes after all…”

Weddings. Birthdays. Parties. Whatever the hell the event it was, I hated it. I was so used to crowds and fed up with manners and fake acting, and glorifying others’ success. But I guess it’s the least I could do as a member of the Valentine family line - a well known for centuries vampire bloodine. And I was the youngest of it - Y/N Valentine. The reception parties were the worst part… I hated every single bit of them until now - the moment when I met my new favorite to hate place - weddings. In particular - my sister’s third wedding. She was only 25 but going strong on husband number 3. Not to mention he was also a part of a big family - The Emeritus. Bloodline of Papas, rulers of the Church of Ghost. Two generations have passed. It was time for the third one to rise - the one of Papa Emeritus III, son of Papa Nihil.

And each time it was all the same - Sisters of Sin on the left side of the altar in the main chaple, The Ghouls and Witches - on the right and all the other guests - outside the walls of the Church. It was a weird ritual, I can’t lie, but it was sacred. To the Emeritus at least…

Suddenly the beautiful choir song stopped. Nothing else could be heard in the big room except for the deep caughs of Papa Nihil. This old man really just needed his comfort and bed. I swear he could fall apart right away without his little oxygen equipment. The sudden thought of seeing him actually crumbling into pieces made me chuckle slightly, which caused our mother to look at me with her cold-bloded stare dead in the eyes. That look was screaming “I will make you deader than you are” from miles away. I quickly came back to my senses and tried to look as serious as possible for my sister’s arrival in the chaple.

“How long do we need to wait? My fucking nipples are sweating” I heard the short ghoul- Dew, whispering to Mountain, who was standing next to him. Again. Tickles in my stomach. I knew that If i laughed again, I’d be thrown out so I just bit my lip, looking down at my feet. “Shut up before I break your other horn” Mountain whispered back as the choir began to sing again. There she was - Ophelia Valentine in all her grace and beauty - pale skin, blood-red dress, black veil and a small bouqet of “lily of the valley”, symbolizing her “purity”. ‘Bullshit’ I thought as she came stood in front of the third Emeritus brother. The ceremony comenced.

After it was all done - the vows, the kiss, the ritual… Everything was covered in virgin blood. “A sacrifice - how typical” I said to myself, looking at all of us. Sisters of Sin were ordered to get rid of the mess, Witches were sent off to change and The ghouls, as well our family - were said to continue the celebration in the main room of the Church. I needed a drink and I needed it now - before our mother could say anything. I quickly grabbed a glass of champagne from the kind lady, holding the silver slaver and put a small, fake smile on my face. “A toast! For the…” caughed Papa Nihil, who was already sitting next to his son on the main table. “New family…” yet another caugh “I wish them all…” caugh. “Oh, just be happy!” he finalized his words as all the people gathered clapped in order to make the situation less awkward. Nice try, tho.

I raised my glass slightly, letting out a small sigh. “You should be there” I heard a familiar voice next to me, causing me to jump a little. I quickly came back to myself before turning around to see Ather, leaning against the wall and lookin at me. He spoke again, holding a glass filled with red liquid “From all the years I’ve known your family, your mother would kill you a second time if she found out you’re not sat around the table”. I chuckled and gave him a small cheers, before answering “She’s too busy, trying to convince Papa Nihil that this time the marriage will last longer than 3 years. Why aren’t you with the boys? I thought you’re all getting drunk just like every other time”. “Well if you’ve watched carefully, which I doubt you have, I don’t get drunk. Swiss and Dew get completely wasted, tho” Aether chuckled before I could feel his eyes, scanning my body. He spoke again “You look beautiful as always, of course. I’m almost glad you’re not the one getting married to Papa III”. If I could - I would be blush. Deffinitely. Was that a compliment attempt? Whatever it was I was looking forward to answering a proper way. Sarcasm, of course - “And say 'goodbye’ to all the fun? I’d rather say "no” to every single man, no matter his family. Unfortunately my mother wouldnt allow it, of course". “Why wouldn’t she?” Aether answered back, as I felt him coming closer to me, adjusting his tie. It was hard not to follow every single move of his, especially when he was wearing a nice suit and a silver mask, which made his eyes look even darker.

I bit my lip. My thoughts were a chaos of lust and self-restraint and the alcohol wasn’t helping at all. I felt my back hitting the wall as I looked up into Aether’s gaze. I could tell he was smirking down at me. “Because… I don’t know. She had planed everything from the moment I came to this world… And I don’t want to marry just anyone… Like my sister…” I whispered as I felt how my arousal was growing as well my nervousness. I kept bitting my lips, looking at his own, then his eyes, then his hand, traveling around my neck. I didn’t even feel when that happened?! “You’re a pretty and a pretty smart girl, Y/N. I’m sure you can think of something to escape from your mother’s grip and fall into someone else’s one…” Aether whispered to my lips as they brushed against mine. Every dead cell in my body was craving that man and his touch, but I was completely paralyzed. Except for my right hand, gripping his shoulder as came closer to my ear and whispered “Maybe you should say "yes” after all one day… Maybe not to the typical proposal, but… We can think of something. Does that sound good?“ I was lost. Lost in sensations, lost in thoughts and lust. But one thing I knew for sure- I still remembered how to answer simple questions, so without much more panting from my side I let out a small moan, saying "Yes…”. Aether then smirked at me, kissing my exposed collarbone then whispered back “Enjoy the wedding… Ghuleh.”

#the nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls #swiss #aether #mountain #rain #dewdrop #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus nihil #papa emeritus 3 #one-shot #ghouls #era 4 ghouls #aether ghoul

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TV I Liked In 2019

Every year I reflect on the pop culture I enjoyed and put it in some sort of order.

The era of “peak TV” has never been more apparent to me than the past year. I am very aware of the many shows I have not seen (don’t have Amazon Prime, for example), and yet I expanded my list from a top 10 to top 15 and still had to leave out A LOT of stuff I really liked! These picks include my legitimate favorites, ranging from truly important looks at the criminal justice system to ensemble comedies that I couldn’t wait to return to. In another year I may have been able to include the latest seasons of Barry, Stranger Things, Queer Eye, Bojack Horseman, Glow, or the finale seasons of Legion, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Veep, Silicon Valley and The Deuce, all of which I’d still recommend. But these stood out even more.

14 (tie). Chernobyl (HBO) / The Hot Zone (National Geographic)

Two limited series focusing on real-life disasters in the 1980s: the meltdown of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant and an Ebola outbreak outside of Washington DC. Chernobyl is an incredibly harrowing account of humanity’s inability to believe things that don’t mesh with their interpretations of reality and the destructive power of lies and cover-ups. The Hot Zone adapts the non-fiction Richard Preston book, a revealing look at pandemics, the power of fear and human resolve. Taken together, they raise interesting questions about governmental gatekeeping, professional competence and personal sacrifice.

13. Mindhunter: Season 2 (Netflix)

Joe Penhall and David Fincher’s look at the early days of the FBI’s criminal profiling department goes broader and deeper in its second season. There are still chilling interviews with incarcerated serial killers and criminal minds (including Charles Manson this time out), but the season really revolves around the Atlanta child murders. This focus provides a compelling look at who the justice system helps and who it ignores, and the investigative – and bureaucratic – work it takes to put together a case.

10 (tie). A.P. Bio: Season 2 (NBC) / The Last O.G.: Season 2 (TBS) / Schitt’s Creek: Season 5 (Pop)

Three great hangout comedies that really came into their own in their most recent seasons. A.P. Bio transcended its first-season preoccupation with revenge and leaned into its fantastic supporting cast – one of the best comedic ensembles around – to become a show I loved spending time with each week. (Thank goodness it’s coming back via NBC’s upcoming “Peacock” service.) The Last O.G. has had a lot on its mind since it began, but its second season covers privilege and the opportunity gap among other issues, ending with a note-perfect homage to Spike Lee’s Do The Right Thing, making it an unexpectedly resonant comedy. Schitt’s Creek is obviously having a moment right now, and Season 5 (the first season I watched as it aired) was perhaps its best yet. While the whole cast is great, as a big fan of Best In Show and A Mighty Wind, I love seeing Eugene Levy and Catherine O’Hara share the screen again.

9. Crashing: Season 3 (HBO)

The first two seasons of Pete Holmes’ show made my list in previous years so I’d be remiss not to include the final one, which may be its finest. Pete spends the season making a lot of mistakes – saying yes to things (gigs, relationships) that he probably shouldn’t – and although they provide growth, he doesn’t come across as the “good guy” in how he deals with all of them. This adds additional nuance to the show, questioning its straight white male protagonist’s actions rather than merely rewarding him for following his passions, while still leading to an uplifting and fitting finale.

8. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt: Season 4 (Netflix)

Netflix split the final season of Kimmy Schmidt into two parts, so technically only the final six episodes premiered in 2019. Those alone warrant a spot on the list, as the show concluded by following its idiosyncratic bliss to the end. The final group of episodes includes a (pre-movie) takedown of Cats, a Sliding Doors homage and an unexpectedly moving series finale. If this one fell off your radar a few years ago, it’s worth revisiting and seeing through.

7. What We Do In The Shadows: Season 1 (FX)

Based on the horror-comedy film of the same name, this series follows a different crew of vampires who live together on Staten Island. I was initially skeptical because I love the movie and couldn’t see how a television version could do anything but dilute its charms. On the contrary, the show broadens the universe in hilarious ways by introducing characters like “energy vampire” Colin Robinson and the incredible Vampiric Council (with so many incredible cameos!). The core actors are all wonderful, but the MVP has to be Matt Berry’s louche and libidinous Laszlo whose line readings are simply hysterical.

6. Les Misérables (BBC/PBS)

Although it aired in the UK in 2018, the BBC/PBS production of Victor Hugo’s epic didn’t grace American screens until early 2019 so I’m including it here. I am a big fan of the musical adaptation and find it quite successful at cramming so much story into a three-hour runtime, though it obviously has limits to how much of the source material it can explore. This (non-musical) adaptation’s six episodes allow for more of Hugo’s tale of forgiveness versus retribution to live and breathe. The terrific cast includes Dominic West as Jean Valjean and David Oyelowo as Inspector Javert, as well as Lily Collins as Fantine whose backstory is more fully realized here than the format of the stage show allows.

5. Our Planet (Netflix)

Essentially a sequel to the Planet Earth documentaries, with the same production team and David Attenborough narration, this Netflix series presents another stunning collection of nature footage that showcases the incredible diversity and beauty of animal life on Earth. Each episode includes a haunting reminder of man’s impact on the featured habitats and serves as a rallying cry in the fight against climate change.

4. The Good Place: Seasons 3-4 (NBC)

The Good Place has been high on my list since its first season and shows no signs of dropping in quality or esteem as it enters its final stretch of episodes. 2019 encompassed the end of Season 3 (including the hilariously imaginative visit to the Interdimensional Hole of Pancakes) and the beginning of Season 4 (with its crew of new characters and just as many reversals and rug-pulls as you’d expect). The final episode before its winter break was “The Answer,” a touching spotlight on William Matthew Harper’s Chidi, which might have been enough to make this list all on its own. (And given the surprise cameo/quasi-crossover in its first episode of 2020, I wouldn’t be surprised if it shows up here again next year too.)

3. Unbelievable (Netflix)

The true story of a serial rape case adapted from journalism by ProPublica, The Marshall Project and This American Life, Unbelievable is one of the most simultaneously heartbreaking and satisfying procedurals I have ever seen. As crushing as it is to watch the initial investigation completely mishandled and devolve to gaslighting, it is powerful and inspiring to watch compassionate public servants and actual good detective work be carried out as the series progresses. Kaitlyn Dever, Merritt Wever and Toni Collette are uniformly excellent here (as they also were in their respective film roles in Booksmart, Marriage Story and Knives Out this year).

2. Watchmen (HBO)

Showrunner Damon Lindelof (LOST, The Leftovers) takes some incredibly bold swings in his limited-run sequel to the groundbreaking 80s graphic novel that deconstructed the ideas of vigilantism and superheroics. Picking up in the same alternate reality as that story but in present day, the main action is shifted to Tulsa, Oklahoma, and the central theme is race relations. It could have gone way off the rails in a million different ways, but I found it to be incredibly successful. Each episode is a captivating work of art and it somehow seems to top itself with each subsequent installment. While I appreciate the book, I don’t love it; this series takes that source material seriously and, to me, completely transcends it.

1. When They See Us (Netflix)

As compelling as it is devastating, this miniseries from Ava DuVernay (who directed and co-wrote all 4 parts) dramatizes the lives of the wrongly convicted children the media dubbed “the Central Park Five.” Even with some familiarity of the story from watching Ken Burns’ documentary years ago, I was utterly gutted by the depiction of the injustices and systemic racism that stole these childhoods. Everyone in the cast shines, but Jharrel Jerome’s portrayal of Korey Wise (the only one of the group played by the same actor as a child and adult – and so convincingly) is truly phenomenal. Not a comfortable watch but an essential one.

Bonus! Musical Comedy Specials:

The Unauthorized Bash Bros. Experience (Netflix) – This “visual poem” from the Lonely Island presents “an album of raps” recorded by Jose Canseco (Andy Samberg) and Mark McGwire (Akiva Schaffer) at their steroid-fueled 80s peak with the Oakland A’s. Your likely enjoyment is probably about equal to your reaction to that description. The songs are great, catchy and hysterical on their own, but the videos take it to another level, parodying everything from 80s infomercials to Enya to Beyonce’s Lemonade. There is no 30 minutes of TV I rewatched more in 2019.

John Mulaney and the Sack Lunch Bunch (Netflix) – Debuting on Christmas Eve, this children’s television homage/parody snuck in just under the wire. The words of the day could be fear and mortality, as the group of kids Mulaney interacts with reveal their personal phobias and several skits revolve around existential angst. By the end of the first musical number I was sold, by the time David Byrne showed up I was committed, and by “Mr. Music’s” madcap finale I wished it could last forever.

#tv #television

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Raven’s Fic Recs: Faves

Hi there, nonny:

Ooh, I love this question, but it’s so hard to answer! I have a crap ton of favorite fics.

To make this easier, I’m limiting myself to completed fics (no WIPs), and only 25 all-time faves. Here they are, in no particular order!

1. You’ll Be The One to Turn by @postedbygaslight. post-TLJ canonverse. This fic is the ultimate love letter to fans of Reylo, the Sequel Trilogy, and SW. The prose is breathtakingly beautiful, and the character development and plot points fulfill all of my deepest wishes for Ep. 9. It more than does justice to the characters and story that I love.

2. Turn by @ever-so-reylo. a post-TLJ two-shot. Ali always insists she doesn’t deserve all the praise she gets, but she truly does. I read everything she writes. I would follow her into any fandom or down any rabbit hole (in fact, I have 😂). It’s almost impossible to pick my fave fic of hers, but I chose Turn because it is the reason I first fell in love with Reylo fic. It’s soft, subtle, emotionally raw, and deeply romantic.

Other fics that I considered including on here:

You Should See The Things We Do

Until You

Delicate

Left-Handed Kisses

3. Sealed to Me by @galacti-core post-TLJ canonverse. Phenomenal plot, writing, and smut. There’s something for everyone here: snark and sexual tension, Force Bond voyeurism, romantic times on Naboo, epic space battles, the Knights of Ren. etc. The final climatic scenes blew my mind. A gorgeous vision of Ep. 9 with lots of banging.

4. One Night Stand by @delia-pavorum. modern AU. This is the sexiest, sweetest, most emotionally intense one-night-stand fic. There are safe sexy times, but these two forget to guard their hearts, and instantly fall hard for one another. I love Ben being the adoring gentleman Rey deserves- he’s thrilled to take care of all her needs, even in the morning light.

Moral Ambiguity and Spira are runners-up.

5. Within Monsters by @anonymousmink. a canonverse AU / retelling of TFA in which Rey becomes Ben’s apprentice. It explores a fascinating what-if scenario while totally getting Reylo-- i.e., that they are equals, and that Rey’s love will ultimately inspire Ben to choose a better path. The writing is superb, and the sizzling slow burn is not to be missed.

6. Proximity’s Paramour by @dvrkrey. a post-TLJ canonverse two-shot. A darker take on how Reylo could finally unite. It’s intense, sexy, harsh, and refreshingly unapologetic. It’s a great example of her inimitable writing style: confident, immersive, and bold AF.

Runner-up: Infectious, which is soft(er) Reylo.

7. User Not Found by @r-e-a-l-m-a-t-h. modern AU where Rey is a technologically-challenged office worker, and Ben is the awkward-yet-adorable IT guy. I re-read this often- it has so much heart. It’s hilarious, moving, sexy as hell, and has the sweetest finish. I’m cheating a bit, because there is one chapter left. However, the first chapter can be read as a standalone. She only wrote more because I begged / commissioned her! 😂

8. Starstuff by @voicedimplosives. a three-part post-TLJ fic. This fic explores two of Ben and Rey’s possible futures until they “finally get things right.” It’s hard to explain how brilliant and moving it is. There’s necessary angst, but the ending made my Reylo heart weep with joy. Her writing is so graceful and gorgeous.

9. Full and Anew by medelrey. a two-shot canonverse AU with Renperor and Empress Rey. Be prepared to bathe in sin with this fic. It’s deliciously dark and sumptuous, from its prose to its characterizations and smut.

10. I’m Always In This Twilight (In the Shadow of Your Heart) by @kylorenvevo. a canonverse AU one-shot in which Ben defects to the Resistance. It’s a poignant, beautiful tale on how they fall in love, and how Ben ultimately learns to forgive himself. The ending is perfect. The hype about her writing is 100% earned.

Runners-up: Into the Great Laugh of Mankind and Lilies of the Valley.

11. The Way to Tomorrow by @the-reylo-void. a canonverse AU. Ben is sentenced to one year of exile / solitary confinement, and his connection with Rey becomes his only lifeline. This fic shattered me and put me back together again. It’s a moving, masterful take on how they finally find their home together.

12. Find a Thread to Pull, and We Can Watch It Unravel, Please by @dixiecupaquarium. a canonverse vision of Reylo uniting at the end of Ep. IX. This fic is so realistic and true to canon. It shows Reylo finally coming together, both physically and emotionally— their initial shyness ultimately giving way to soaring love, joy, and hope. It’s stunningly beautiful.

13. Gratitude by @lunaplath. a post-TLJ mini fic in which Ben captures Rey and brings her to the FO. This is a Rey Says Yes fic, but it firmly maintains that which makes Reylo, Reylo— i.e., a deeply conflicted Rey who is desperate to find her belonging; a quietly devoted Ben who is possessive of Rey but respects her agency. I love the bittersweet (but firmly Reylo) ending.

14. Stumble Through Heaven by @inspirationalmisquotes. a post-TLJ one-shot. Reylo sneaking around the galaxy and dealing with their forbidden love / passion / frustration via tons of rough, love / hate sex. It’s delicious.

15. Auribus Teneo Lupum by @malevolent-reverie. a dark, dystopian A/B/O AU. Just when you think you have this fic figured out, it will gleefully flit right out of your grasp. It’s dark. It’s funny. It’s hot. It’s serious. It’s crack. It’s subversively feminist. It’s one hell of a ride.

16. You’re the Best, Daddy by @newerconstellations. a modern AU one-shot with Professor! Ben and Student! Rey. This delicious little fic sums up everything I love about her writing: naughty and dangerous, but also soft and totally empowering. It will leave you with utterly heart-melting Reylo feels.

17. Heartstruck by @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie. a modern soulmates AU. It’s impossible to be in a bad mood after reading this fic. It’s like Reylo nirvana. It describes a world in which Ben and Rey are still soulmates, but find each other in the sweetest, softest, most swoon-worthy way.

18. Lovebite by @tearoomsaloon. a dark canonverse AU / Reydar one-shot. Expect predatory, possessive Kylo / Matt, and dub con. It’s pure sin and I love it.

19. America’s Asshole by @monsterleadmehome. modern AU one-shot. Ben is an asshole movie star, and Rey becomes his reluctant agent. This is top-tier fluff / crack, my friends- it’s smutty, fiery, hilarious, and clever. It’s such a fun read.

20. And Just Like That by @vaader. a modern AU with Asshole Exec! Ben and Assistant! Rey. It’s snarky, clever, and hilarious, and the smut is insanely hot. Ben reforms himself just enough to get to lovable rogue status. This is a gift fic, so it hits soo many of my kinks. #blessed

21. Can’t Turn Me Off (What Turns Me On) by @audreyii-fic. modern A/B/O AU. Omega! Rey gets way more than she bargained for when her heat app matches her with Alpha! Ben. This fic is A/B/O done right. The writing is phenomenal. Most of the fic is lighthearted and hilarious, but it also tackles Rey’s traumatic past. The angst only makes the ending that much sweeter.

22. Selfishness in Silence by @reyloisblessed. post-TLJ canonverse. A fantastic rendering of Ep. IX. Her writing is my jam. Ben in this fic reminds me strongly of Jason Fry’s, except he is (*cough*) unrestrained in ways that Disney would never allow. This is the darker, R-rated Ep. IX that I would kill to see.

[Leaving the last 3 spots for a few of my fave WIPs. I will update this list when they’re done.]

So there you have it, nonny. It was so hard to narrow these down! I’m sure that there are some I missed, but I had to cut myself off. 😂

I definitely recommend checking out my normal rec lists, too (Part 1 | Part 2). I follow a decent number of WIPs that will likely become faves.

I hope you enjoy these as much as I have!! 😊❤️

#reylo #reylo fic #reylo fic recs #mine

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1-41 on the asks? Also gn

1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?

Morning glories!! not only are they already my favorite flower, theyre extremely toxic and mean unconditional love! i have a tendency to fall for the wrong people and not realize until after,, BUT thats only half and half!! some people i loved unconditionally and contine to love them and others set me back in the recovery process,,

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

Begonias id assume? not only are hanahaki flowers supposed to represent your feelings, they should also represent the person. begonias are known for misfortune, dark/unpleasant thoughts, and caution to new situations. on the flip side, its harmonious communications, understanding, and gratitude.

3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)

hm. well, what about the urchin whos actually a prince? someone who originates from grand places, a great misfortune turns them into something undesirable and possibly bitter, and then when theyre brought back to the light of stability they provide for those who are in the same situation as he was

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit

im long range magic tactics and healing always bc im too afraid of conflict :pensive: but the closest thing would probably be something flexible but strong, in black and the more sensitive areas like the neck and thighs covered more carefully (read: shadowhunter gear)

5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?

change on an emotional and mental plane. they would sacrifice those who refuse to change for the better. i determine what is better, and if they choose the wrong person to sacrifice they would pay depending on why they attempted to sacrifice someone who didnt deserve it.

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

“there is a difference between wisdom and intelligence... a person may have one without the other.” is an all time favorite from my favorite book The Soulforge by Margret Weis!!!!!!!

“plant your trees and watch them grow.” OUGH

“There is a thin semantic line separating the weird and the beautiful. and that line is covered in jellyfish.” NIGHTVALE

“Ive been good sir / so very very good for what? / and ive given you / every single thing ive got / its feeling strange man / this whole arrangement / is gonna end with / me totally deranged” From Disobedient, from su:tm!!! it slaps man

“ What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? / What are you wondering? What do you know? / Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?” Ah. billie eilish ily

7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear or trident?

Scythe! the weapon of fate and peace,, it is used to reap the souls of those deemed to die and its used for harvesting crops!! the end of all thngs, its a graceful and symbolical weapon.

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

Vaniila, star anise, and clary sage

9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?

leather bound books!!

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

a cyclone, probably. something threatening on the outside but extremely calm on the inside.

11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?

amaryllis, which is splendid beauty and worth beyond beauty

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

cinnamon in tea!!!

13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city or mansion in the suburbs?

apt in the city

14. curtains of beads or lace?

bead curtains!!! retro AND can be like “hoohoo welcome to my brewery pick your literal poison im a witch”

15. vocal or instrumental music?

yall know i could never pick,, music is too much of an intimate thing too be taken lightly (whch is one of the reasons i have a burning hatred for jokey nursery rhymes like baby shark)

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit

SOBS okay so. ough it depends man. i rlly like the idea of like. ponchos and shawls n stuff,,, id prolly go for a witch in the woods ngl (the prince REPRESENTS me the best but. witch of the dark woods is my aesthetic) so prolly like a heavy green shawl over a black shirt and jeans and combat boots or smth,,, i WOULD have a flower crown of poisonous flowers, yes

Changeling or shapeshifter definitely!! to be able to constantly change form in super mecore

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?

fruit preserves

19. show us an a picture of your ideal crown.

you all knew it was gonna happen ( its a mountain laurel!! poisonous. of course)

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

my hair is WAY too short for that but i used to do it when i had longer hair and its a definite yay

21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires or a morning in the garden with fae?

an evening in the forest with elves or a morning in the garden with fae!! i cant decide man,,, if it had been a night in a victorian castle w vamps i wouldve been tied w that too but caves are a dwarven thing

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

hm. maybe like. a true self thing? where im forced to say what i mean, i cant say sorry for things im not sorry for, i have to say when things make me uncomfy, i just become less timid (the witch who cursed me got pissed off bc i said sorry too much and didnt answer questions properly)

23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?

talking with sylphs prolly??? i dunno man ive always loved sylphs ngl

24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?

def mint

25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)

what childhood lmao (honestly?? i loved reading the grim fairytales just over and over)

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

uhhh one time i was accused of witchcraft bc i was “guessing” peoples fav colours at a christian summer camp and our supervisors asked me to stop bc it was freaking them out bc im not christian (i had them close their eyes, think of their colour, and i would see it bc id close my eyes) OH also one time luke spoiled some pl stuff bc he was thinking abt the spoiler too loudly

27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?

oh healing def!! i already know a bunch of native poisonous plants so itll b fine

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

only two chances for everyone, and then i cut them off entirely

cringe culture is dead. the only cringy people are assholes

hurt luke youre dead

29. vials or mason jars?

no. no. you CANNOT make me pick. its illegal

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

uh! moss green, its a onepiece thats baggy and tied with a golden decorative rope at the waist and tightened at the ankles!! its loose at the sleeves and the shoulders are showing whereas the neck is turtled!! there are designs showing black mambas and lilies of the valley (poisonous...). the mask is black and covers my right eye, with subtle smooth scales on it.

31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?

BOTH are p mean uh. i said sylphs earlier so ig ill go mermaids??? plus im afraid of heights

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

as the royal magician/wizard/witch/alchemist/magic jester? calling the royal family out on their bullshit

33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?

they would be black owls wings!!! (if you meant pixies, like tinkerbell, you shouldve said pixies fam :pensive:)

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

deaths cloak or a truth charm to get people to tell me, you guessed it, the truth

35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?

a song about grim ends ad new beginnings.

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

royalty! so i can fuck shit up from the inside

37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks or the marketplace?

field of flowers or marketplace!! seeing the things people create and natural beauty and solitude are both wonderful

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

a modest one with a very dark palette, with my eyes painted a gleaming golden.

39. what skill are you famous for?

i talk rlly fast

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

im not sure,,

41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?

FAIRYLIGHTSFAIRYLIGHTSFAIRYLIGHTS

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