#this was originally supposed to have a more angsty second part but i wanted to keep it nice for once

[shortbreadly]

my daddy said ‘the devil looks a lot like you’

[aurawrawr]

Cremate me in your arms

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna x afab! brown reader

Too much confidence and simping has led to this second part. And I hope to do it justice. The following fic features an established relationship so to understand the dynamics and origins, find the first part here.

Minors, DNI. Word count: 4k

CW: generalized themes of death, murder and the likes, established relationship, dub-con, sex with Sukuna's true form, breast play, PIV, creampie, oral (m! receiving), mutual orgasms, worship, devotion, insecurity, jealousy, arguments, breeding kink, pregnancy, major character death, mention of sati (the ancient Hindu ritual of the very alive, and likely young, wife walking into the funeral pyre of her dead husband)

it gets really dark and angsty towards the end; i'm sorry

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is astounded by how well you take his true form. He stuffs you with one of his cocks while the other slides along your puffy lips. He holds your breasts in two hands, toying with your pebbled nipples, while the other two keep your body in place as he rams into you. He loves your fluttery kisses, the way you grab on to his beyond broad shoulders, struggle to keep your head from lolling, back arching. He has a devilish grin on his face and abs as he empties his heavy tight sacks inside you. Again and again.

Now that he has seen your face at the height of your pleasure, he wants it no other way. He doesn't need a surface anymore, he carries you around as he fucks. And you don't complain. You'll take him as he presents himself to you, human form or curse. You're his to have. But is he yours?

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who makes you look at him in front of Uraume-hime, because he knows you're insecure about them. Although, he does get a kick out of when he summons you to his chambers after locking himself in with the Oiran for hours. How needy you become. How territorial. And he pretends he didn't hear your soft pacing outside his doors only moments before, didn't see your shadow pass over the patio. They don't do anything that'd challenge your relationship with your Ryo-sama. In fact, most of the time, he makes Uraume do their books in his chambers just to see your flushed face afterward, your impatient grinding against his bulge, your willingness to take him in your mouth even though you choke every time you try.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is luminous with bliss about his playful belle. You are ticklish on your tummy and he makes avid use of that when waking you up in the mornings. His extra mouth licks around, dipping occasionally into your belly button, making you laugh and squirm.

"What is this mouth for, Ryo-sama?" You ask once, feeding it potato fritters you had made that evening.

"It's to eat you out a second time when this mouth is tired." Ryo-sama is goofy now. You're no more scared of him like you used to be.

"Ryo-sama!" You've even been given the liberty to rebuke him every now and then, and you take full advantage of it.

He laughs. "It's my mouth, Paro." He points to his face. "This mouth is my brother's. Everything about me that's remotely human is my brother. The monster is the real me."

"Brother?" You've never heard of one before.

"Yes, my love. The brother I ate in my mother's womb. You see, I was supposed to be one of twins but when they pulled me out, I was covered in blood. My mother's, of course, and that of my brother. He reincarnated when I changed, finally enacting his revenge and locking me in this unsightly form."

You drop the chopsticks from your hand, and lean into his frame to kiss his mouth, the one on his stomach. Then, rise to kiss the un-human part of his face, the skin rough to your lips but it doesn't matter to you. To you, it's an act of reverence. He closes all his eyes and you place pecks on the lids of the ones he calls monstrous. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

Ryo-sama laughs, his whole body shaking. He rests one hand on your shoulder while two others pull you down on him. "That's because, for some inexplicable reason, you're in love with me."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who whole-heartedly supports your new project. It strokes his ego when you show your excitement about your new religion with him as the God. Cult, to be completely honest. Regardless, you've painted him, the form you most wish to worship. Where you see a benevolent guardian deity, he sees a grotesque monster. Really, beauty must be in the eyes of the lover.

"What do you want from me, Paro?" He asks one day, smoking opium from his pipe, blowing it out of the open window. You are writing an essay in Hiragana for your tutor to go over later. Your handwriting has improved a lot; even Ryo-sama acknowledges so. When you look up at him questioning, he sighs. "You know, if you want to leave, I won't stop you, right? I could never bring myself to harm you."

"Why would I leave, my Lord? I want to be by your side. Do you not want me here?"

"I have used your body for my own pleasure since your first day here, demanded that you learn a language to better my experience in the bedroom. I have been miserable to you for several weeks before suddenly springing a confession and my true form upon you. Putting up with me must be exhausting. And yet, you stay. There must be something you want. Fame, protection, wealth, what is it? Tell me. I promise I won't be disappointed."

You're speechless. For as long as you've been with Sukuna-sama, this is the first time his words have hurt you. "You doubt my devotion, my Lord." Your eyes water as you try very hard to keep looking at him. But you can't, so you concentrate on the wavering shadow on the wall behind him. The tears fall anyway.

"Paro, that's not... Please don't..."

Your writing equipment clatters as you get on your feet, running out of his room. The ink spills, seeps into the silk of your sitting mat.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who would kill for you, burn the world for you, and he knows better to do it behind your back because you shouldn't have to deal with the guilt. So he crushes the heads of mortals who speak ill of you, choke to death those who plot to maim you, and put your life in danger. Uraume-hime may not be too fond of you but they're loyal to Sukuna-sama and will execute his orders with precision; they keep an eye out for you, sneer at you when you look their way but protect you nonetheless.

When Ryo-sama finds you that night, you've already been in your bath for far too long. Your skin has pruned, your eyes are red-rimmed from all the crying; your newly appointed lady-in-waiting has requested you to come out several times lest you catch a cold but you've paid her no attention. You want to catch a cold, you want to suffer. If Ryo-sama wants you to leave, then you'll go away for good.

"Kiero." He orders the woman before settling himself beside your tub. Resting his arms and chin on the edge, he looks at you but doesn't say anything. You don't either; you only sniffle and wipe your tears and snot away with the back of your hand.

"Can I get a few days' time to find a job elsewhere before I have to leave?"

"No."

Your exhales are shaky. "In the morning then, Sukuna-sama."

"Sukuna-sama? Is that how mad you are at me?" He holds your face in his hand. You want to flinch, turn away, deny him any touch but you crave for his skin too. If you are to leave in the morning, you will never have it again so you might as well let him take you one last time.

"Who am I to be mad at you? I should have known this was going to happen."

"What should you have known?"

"That you'll lose interest in me. I'm not strong, after all. I don't have Uraume-hime's curse techniques. I'm just a puny, filthy—"

He sits up, offering his lips to you but you don't give in. "I don't want you to leave." If he really doesn't have a heart, what is this tightening around his chest? What is this fear?

"But if I do leave, you won't stop me. That's how unimportant I am to you. That's how disposable."

"I lied. I won't know left from right if I lose you. I have a plan for when, and if ever, you try to leave. It's from that story you told me about your Goddess of Destruction." He smiles against your lips. "I will lie down on the ground, in front of you, like her husband did. And you can't step on or over me, so you won't leave."

"I'll turn and walk in a different direction." You know your heart is softening. You're putty in Ryo-sama's hands, under his manipulations.

"I'll stop you, Paro. I'll change positions, get up and lie down in different spots every time you turn. Can I kiss you now?" His lips are so close but you must hold your ground.

"What about when I die?" You've always known he'll outlive you, and that's the dream of every devoted lover, is it not? But there's another dream you have. You don't want to leave him completely alone when you die. You know he's too strong and doesn't really need anybody, but that doesn't mean he has to be lonely.

Sukuna-sama sits back. There's not a day when he doesn't think about this, when he doesn't shudder just from the thought of seeing your lifeless body, your once beautiful face cold and pale from having your breath snatched from your lungs. The only answer that he comes up with is to use his Reverse Jujutsu and revive you but how many times can he do that? He is stuck in an invulnerable form but you will eventually be too old and frail to want to live any longer. "Whatever you want, Paro. I can bring you back, or let you rest."

You pretend to toy with a thought while he stares at your face. You've had an idea for quite some time. Back home, you'd have had to step into the blazing funeral pyre of your dead husband. But what can you do if he's an undying God? "Fire doesn't harm you, my Lord?" You know the answer, but you still ask to confirm. He shakes his head, wondering where you're going with this. "Cremate me in your arms then, Ryo-sama. I don't want a pyre; I want to be in your arms when I die."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who comforts you, holds your shaking body with all his arms and rocks you when you cry for your mother. Unbeknownst to you, he has sent many of his people — curses and curse users alike — to the brothel in Bengal you had mentioned your mother worked at. But to no avail. He never told you this and doesn't plan to, ever, unless he actually finds your mother. You shouldn't have to know that your fears of never seeing her again might be true.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who knows no real God would ever listen to him. Still, he whispers a soft "Kami-sama" in your name every morning. He doesn't need a God to protect you but why risk it? Your new project has harbored a lot of attention, and not only the good kind. It makes him worry about your safety. He sends two of his most notorious curse-users with you every time you step out of his palace. He throws a fit every time he notices you're dressing for grocery shopping or to go oversee the building of his shrine. He can always send someone else, why do you need to go?

He impatiently paces the yard when you're on one of your trips until he hears the slow drag of the heavy front door, and your cheerful chattering with the guards. How you maintain your optimism and enthusiasm even while living with the epitome of negativity is beyond him. He needs you for this, to clear the smoke of his desolation, the stillness of his immortality.

"Ryo-sama." You walk up to him. "There was good cow meat in the market. What kind of curry would you like, my Lord?"

"You don't have to cook cow for me, my love. Aren't they your God's pets?"

"Yes, my Lord, but for you—"

"It's decided then. We won't consume cows in this household anymore."

You smile wryly. "After I die then."

You have been speaking of your death every so often, to the point where Sukuna-sama has had to summon the medic that he calls a quack several times over a month to evaluate your physical health. And every time, the charlatan has informed him that you're perfectly healthy. So he's decided that every time you say something about dying, he will medicate you in his own way.

He seizes your wrist and pulls you to his bedchamber. He strips you down to your breast band and loincloth. He transforms because he knows you enjoy having him touch you with so many arms that it feels like he's consuming you. But then you say something that makes him stop in his tracks. "Is there something wrong with me, Ryo-sama?"

"Did somebody say something to you?" His voice goes cold. You shake your head but refuse to meet his eyes. "Tell me the bastard's name and I'll send them a nice present."

"It's nobody, my Lord. Just me."

"What's wrong?" He tilts your face upward. He sounds demanding.

"It's... It's been over a year since... since you've first been with me, my Lord. And yet..." Your voice quivers, tears starting to gather on the cusp of your eyelid. "And yet, every month... on the night of the waxing gibbous, I bleed. Why can't I give you a child? What's wrong with me?"

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is bothered by nothing. He's squashed many an eyesore under his thumb. Nothing gives him the ick, except for the water pooling in your eyes. This is the second time he's made you cry and he hates himself for it. For, it's not you who's wrong, inadequate, unfit to have a child. It's him. He's been so afraid of harming you with his cursed essence, he's been manipulating it so as to not impregnate you with a cursed womb.

"We're different, my dear." He tries again. "It's not that there's something wrong with you. It's our union that won't bear a healthy child."

Your heart breaks. Even though you try to hide it, Sukuna-sama sees it on your face. "I see, my Lord. I guess I was worrying for nothing." You put a smile on your face but it doesn't stay. With every passing day, you grow sadder. He notices it in your destitute of smiles, your limp enthusiasm in his arms, your shaky silhouette after he puts you to sleep.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who never, not even during his human life, wanted for a family, but your words have moved him. For a few years of his eternity, he can see himself being a loving father, and a doting husband. So this time, he approaches you.

"Paro." He pulls you to him one night as you two are resting after dinner. You have been fixated on making an army of origami swans but when he seeks your attention, you give it to him easily. You drop your half-folded swan and he springs the question on you. "Will you be my bride?"

You say, yes, because there's no reason to lie.

The ceremony is chaste. You follow rituals of both your cultures. When flakes of his sindoor fall on your nose, you smile. He already loves you; you don't need more proof.

His chambers have been extended to accommodate you and when you get to your bedroom, you notice the flower petals on the sheets, just like you had once told him happens back home. Sukuna-sama takes you by the hand and makes you sit on the bed. He kneels in front of you, like he had the first time he had shown you his reality. By the warmth on his usually hardened face, it's clear he has something to tell you. "Paro," he whispers, "do you still want to have my child?" Again, there's no reason to lie. "It might hurt you, my love."

"I can take it, Ryo-sama." You take his hand. "I... I've seen women in the throes of labor. I can endure that."

"It won't be the labor of a human birth, my love. Or have you forgotten who your Ryo-sama is? It's true that the heart I don't have in me is compensated by the kindness of your spirit but our child will be a monster at its very core."

"You and I will raise them right, my Lord."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who has never been soft in bed but for you and for the child you wish to bear, he is willing to change his ways. He envelopes you with kisses, keeps your hips lifted with a pillow beneath your rear. He whispers your name and you whisper his. You touch his arms, his strong, protective arms, his chest, the heart behind it that only you've seen, his waist thrusting into you so lovingly. "Harder, Ryo-sama." You're aching for him, for the warmth of his seed. "Harder, please." He increases his pace, buries his face in your neck, groans as he releases inside you. He has done this before, every time, but this feels different, it feels fruitful.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who expects himself to keep his calm always. But when you tell him you haven't bled in two moons, he is beside himself with joy. He picks you up in his arms and twirls you, wants to run out and tell the whole world what a miracle you are. But he knows nobody would rejoice in the news of him furthering his lineage. Only you. And that's enough for him.

As the months pass and you grow heavier, his happiness only increases. He makes everything perfect for you, caters to your every need and want. He tends to the ache in your back, relieves the soreness in your breasts, even massages your feet. But he notices changes in your mien. You spend longer outside of home. He knows you're in the new temple but what you do behind the closed doors of the shrine, nobody can tell him. Not even the guards he sends with you. When he asks you, you only shrug and tell him that you've been praying. He knows you have an idol of your God situated in the same chambers as the idol of him and there's also a priest you’ve met recently, so he doesn’t question it anymore.

But when you decide to walk out the night you’re supposed to deliver, he panics. “Where are you going?” He calls out as you’re about to step out of your room. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go into the labor room? I’ve arranged for midwives from your home, priests to handle any rituals you want to partake in and yet… It feels as if you have other plans.”

“I’m only going to pray, Ryo-sama.” You drape a robe over your bump.

“Pray here. I’ll send Uraume to get your God.”

“No.” You lose your usual softness. “I’ll only be gone for an hour or so.”

“And what if your liquor breaks in that one hour?”

“The priest will help me.”

“The priest you don’t allow anyone to meet?” He is losing his calm too. 

“I’ve told you the reason, haven’t I? It'll be futile meeting the priest who's supposed to carry out rituals in your name.”

He is exasperated. He shouldn’t have let you have this much power over him. “At least let me come with you. I’ll wait outside.”

“That doesn’t look good for the King of Curses, my Lord.”

“Who’s going to tell me that?”

“I will. The mother of your child. Please, my Lord, I beg of you. I know the labor will be easier if I just spend some time with my God alone.”

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who knew love is worthless. Then why did he ever let himself love you? Why did he give in to your wishes? Why did he not force your hand when you acted against his orders? Why did he let you be the only human who could make him kneel?

When the hour is up and you’ve not returned, he storms out of his palace, trident in hand. If he has to threaten you for you to come back to him, he will. But he doesn’t get the chance to. When he reaches the steps of the shrine, the dread in his chest rises to his ears, ringing like bells of a temple in the storm. The establishment is in ruins, the guards who were with you had been slashed through their necks so brutally, their heads had tossed away from the rest of their bodies. He rushes up the stairs, trips. His weapon falls from his hand when he looks inside. The walls have been painted with blood. He can tell it’s your blood from the scent. A terror-stricken groan rises from his throat. His chest is even more hollow now. 

“Paro.” He finds your mangled body up against the wall furthest from the door and scoops you up in his arms. “Paro. My love. My heart. My miracle.” He cries out. Long gone is the King of Curses; these are the desperate howls of a grieving husband. “Who… who did this?”

There’s some life left in you. And even if there isn’t, he is more than willing to bring you back. Not only because you must live, but also because they who did this to you, must die. And he will do it, he will go to the ends of this world and the next, and find the lowlife who dared to touch his Paro, the love of his immortality, his Queen of Blessings.

He touches your chest to revive you but you seize his wrist. “Ryo-sama.” You gurgle up through the seas of blood in your throat. He leans into you to let you touch his face, rub away his tears like you have removed the darkness from his soul. You manage a smile at the end of your breath. “You were right, Ryo-sama. I birthed a monster. But... he's still... my son.”

“Who did this to you? The brat?”

You slowly shake your head. “I was… so blind, so foolish. The… the priest. He was… after our son. Promise me… Ryo-sama. You will avenge… me. You… will… protect our son… for me.”

“Avenge you, I will. But right now, I’m bringing you back.”

“No.” You cough up, splattering blood across his face. “I’m… your weakness.”

“No, no–” You shush him with a hand over his lips.

“I am… your weakness. I am your disease. Let me go… and become what you must. For Yuji.”

“Yuji?”

“Our… son. Find him… please… and protect him. Make him… a little human. The priest…” You cough again, clutching the robe at your empty womb. “He had… stitches… across his forehead.”

Sukuna-sama knew him, the curse with stitches on his forehead. He will find him and kill him, even if it takes him a thousand years.

“You… promised me… one more thing… Ryo-sama.”

His eyes water at your request, the bloody smile on your lips he knows will haunt him for all of eternity. Love is worthless but you are not. You’ve taught him hope, you’ve shown him kindness, the selfless love that he knew was not for him to have. You’ve proved to him that to love and be loved is to change. “Must I?” He asks and you nod. He loses to you. Once again. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you before I knew you, and I will love you after you’re gone. I will find you if you’re ever reborn but I will pray to any God that listens to me that they don’t send you here again. This world doesn’t deserve you. And I will punish them for it. Sleep well, my love.” He kisses your forehead.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna, feared by all, respected by some but loved by one. His atrocities are well-known, written and spoken about through ages. Even years later, people remember the villages he burned that night, the blaze crimson red like the petals of spider-lilies, the screams of the people louder than the crackling of the fire. He did that out of mindless rage, everyone says. They are wrong. He did that out of love.

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i'm sorry i had so much fun writing this

tagging (because you guys seemed to like the first part): @ghostslillady @iwonmx @kariatenoh @pearlsxandxpeonies

[ghost-of-you]

we just danced backwards into each other - ch - part 9

Paring: Calum Hood x Original Female Character.

Warnings: Swearing, mildly angsty vibes, implied and referenced sexual activities

Word Count: 6.8k

Authors note: me walking in after over a year like nothing happened, have a chapter 💜

Read it on AO3

Part 8

Masterlist

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"So Lena did you hear the rumors about you and a certain bassist?" The interviewer asks, and Lena chuckles ducking her head. 

"I've been hearing them since we were teenagers."

"So you got nothing to say, you two seem to be spending a lot of time together recently," she pushes and Lena shrugs, adjusting the headphones. 

"Well, this is the first time in a few years we're in the same place at the same time for a longer period of time, so…"

"So there's nothing there? Oh, she's blushing."

"He's awesome, but we've just been working on some things." 

"You two seem cozy, you sure it's just work?"

"He’s like, my favorite person on the planet, we’ve been friends for over half my life, and with the song coming out and me about to go on the road with 5sos again, we keep ending up in the same place."

"How did the song come to be?"

"I had the idea of it but I also had a feeling there was something missing on it, and Calum heard it and he had ideas and we sat down one night and it just came together," Lena says the rehearsed answer that was just close enough to the truth it didn’t feel like a lie. 

"And him staying in it?"

"I knew that song had to be a duet from the beginning and the song wouldn’t exist without him, so it made sense."

"And it was the first time you did something together right?"

"Yeah, and it's weird considering how long we've known each other and how long we've both been writing, and writing with him was such a great experience, he's so incredibly talented and it was one of the best writing sessions I've ever had."

"And you're still not addressing the dating rumors? 'Cause it's hard to believe nothing is happening after watching that music video."

The music video had ended up being a compilation of them on the studio recording the song, and as much as Lena hated to admit it, the edition really did give a new intensity to the way they looked together.

"I mean, it’s an intense song and we’re really comfortable with each other."  

"You know, 5sos was here earlier in the week, and Calum called you his girl," she says and Lena tilts her head, trying to school her expression. 

"He did?" 

"We were talking about how hard it must be to go on tour with your significant other staying behind, with Michael’s engagement, and Calum said he didn’t have to worry this time because his girl was going with them."

"Hard to follow that one up."

"You did say he’s your favorite person," she points out and Lena shrugs. 

"So he has to follow that one up then."

***

Lena misses Calum. That's not exactly the problem. Missing him has been a constant in her life for years now, it's second nature. The problem is that she just can't seem to find a way to see him. They text. She tries to make plans. Their schedules don't even seem to align enough for her to call. She hasn't seen him since the fight and she is seconds away from just marching into his place and staying there until she can see him. More than once she caught herself looking at plane tickets. At this point, she'll take anything that will end with her finally getting the image of the look on his face when he walked away from her out of her head. 

Not that it matters much what she wants considering the way his schedule seems so unbelievably full lately, she wasn't even sure that being in the same city would mean she would get time with him. 

That’s until she gets the call that they were supposed to make an appearance together. She was happy enough about it to even forget to be annoyed by the whole using their relationship for publicity part of it all. Even if she’s biting her nails as drives over to pick him up from the studio and as she moves through the building in a haze as she feels the magnetic pull of him she suddenly doesn’t have the energy to fight anymore. 

"You ready?" Lena asks, tone too casual for how anxious she’s feeling, leaning against the doorway.

"Almost," Calum nods, before turning to her, holding a piece of black fabric, "you think you could wear this?" He asks, offering it to her, and she takes it, eyeing him curiously, before looking at the sweatshirt in her hands. It’s simple, just saying "Friends of Friends" in the sleeves, a triangle design in the front, and a circle one in the back. 

"Is this about that charity thing you guys are doing?" She asks, handing him the sweatshirt back so she could take her hoodie off.

"You know about it?" He asks as she takes it back and pulls it over her head.

"Yeah, Sylvia talked to me about it earlier, she thought I was gonna freak after the tour meeting, but that’s just cool, I’m so in, I wanna do the Sydney one too if you guys end up needing more people," she shrugs, looking down at herself, "this is pretty, can I keep it?" 

"It’s yours," he says with a smile before moving away from her again to gather his things. 

"Thank you, so we’re matching then?" She chuckles, noticing his hoodie had the same logo as her sleeves.

"Two birds, one stone," he shrugs without looking at her. 

"I like it, it makes me feel better about this."

"About going out with me?"

"About going out to get photographed, I’m already used to rest by now," she amends and he steps closer to her, and the way he’s looking at her suddenly makes her feel shy, "hi," she mumbles, looking up at him and his expression softens as smile creeps up his face.

"Just come here," he pulls her to him, and she sighs as she hides her face on his neck, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Are we okay?"

"We’re okay," he assures her, squeezing her closer to him, "I missed you."

"Yeah," she nods, breathing him in, before stepping back, "we should go through." "Yeah," he agrees offering her his hand, "let’s go."

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"I have nothing to worry about, right?" A high-pitched voice comes from behind Lena as she leans against the bar, making her head snap back to the source, finding Hayley staring her down.

"Nothing happened while you were together," Lena steps back, fighting the urge to add nothing happened at all, looking around herself, trying to find a way to get out before the situation escalated because she’s definitely too drunk to handle whatever is about to unfold.

"He broke up with me because of you," she's staring Lena down and she continues to step back.

"You made him choose, whatever went down after it's not on me," she defends herself but the other girl shakes her head, staring at her in disbelief.

"You’re all over him now and I’m supposed to believe that you didn't tell him—" Hayley continues and Lena shakes her head, trying to talk over her, still moving backward.

"I didn't—"

"Hayles, that's enough," Lena as she hits something at the same time a familiar voice came from behind her, and she turns to Ashton, at the same time he steps forward, seeming like he wants to put himself between the two women, "don’t make a scene."

"I’m not making a scene, I need to know," Hayley says and Ashton steps in front of Lena.

"That’s between you and Calum, leave her out of it."

"But he dumped me because of her."

"You made him choose, it is not my fault you don't like the choice he made," Lena says, leaning to the side, and Ashton turns to her, very clearly saying you’re not helping. "Lena."

"I’m sorry, okay, but I didn’t tell him to do anything, and they were broken up for weeks before we even talked about it."

"That’s not the point," Hayley complains and Lena rolls her eyes.

"What is it then?"

"He—"

"Cal’s a big boy, he can decide stuff really well without consulting with me first."

"Lena," Ashton chastises again and she pouts at him.

"She started it."

"How about you end it?" He says, calling someone over while she continues to pout at him. 

"Come on, Le," Andy’s voice comes from behind her, arm going around her waist and tugging her with him before she can fight him on it.

Lena was extremely aware there was no hiding the purple marks on her neck and cleavage. At least not with anything she had handy. She hated turtlenecks so she didn’t pack one and she didn’t expect anyone to knock on her door so the shirt she had on was doing nothing to hide them. If she decided to be honest with herself, she put the tank top on because the hickeys were proof it had actually happened. That Calum’s lips had been all over her body. But as Andy walked into her room she wished she had something other than her hair to hide them. She didn’t want to talk about it. 

"You are not gonna believe-" he started, sounding excited before stopping in his tracks, doing a double take on her, looking her up and down while stepping closer to her, "is that?" He trailed off, moving her hair away while starting to laugh, "Jesus, who did you fuck? A vampire?" 

"Hilarious," she rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were starting to heat up as she moved her hands to her neck in a pointless attempt to hide the bruises from his eyes.

"Wait, weren't you hanging with Hood last night?" He frowned at her, looking confused, and she nodded.

"Yeah," she mumbled, ducking her head to try and hide the undeniable flush on her face from him.

"Did you go out? How did you?" He asked, and she cringed as his eyes widened at her, face changing from confusion to realization as his jaw dropped, "holy shit, he did that?"

"Yeah," she sighed, dropping into the bed.

"Are you together now?" He asked, clearly not understanding how she was acting.

"Nope," she said, staring at the ceiling and he sat down next to her.

"Can you give me answers with more than one word in them?" His tone was laced with sarcasm and that made her laugh, sitting up so she could look at him.

"No vampires involved, we just hooked up, we are not together," she explained and he stared at her, looking skeptical.

"You ‘just hooked up’," he air-quoted her, making her groan, "with the guy you’ve been in love with since you were a child?"

"I did, yeah," she nodded and he gave her a disbelief look.

"You can't just hook up with someone you've been in love with since you were a child."

"Why not?" she said, pressing her lips together.

"Le, please tell me you’re not this stupid."

"What?""You fucked him. No strings attached?" He asked, still looking at her like she was crazy.

"It’s not a big deal."

"Lena." 

"Stop looking at me like that, I knew what I was doing, and trust me, it was so worth it," she chuckled and the disbelief in his eyes changed to worry. "What now?"

"It’s just, he’s gonna hurt you, Le."

"You can’t possibly know that." 

"Oh, I can, and I don’t wanna see you hurt over some dude that's not all the way in," Andy said and Lena groaned.

"He’s not some dude, and besides—"

"Oh, he’s not, that's why I’m worried," he said over her.

"—Calum would never hurt me."

"Just stay here, okay? Don't move," Andy says, handing her a water bottle and she mock-salutes him, giggling while she nods.

"Yes, sir," she says, making him shake his head, a smile on his face, before moving out the door, closing it behind himself leaving her alone. 

The world is spinning a bit as Lena looks around the dressing room trying to figure out how to distract herself since he took her phone, trying to remember if she brought the book she was reading while looking for her backpack, spotting it on a corner and moving to sit on the floor next to it.

She's lost in thoughts flipping through the notepad she keeps in the front pocket, so she doesn't hear when the door opens and closes and the footsteps approaching her.

"Lena?" Calum's voice comes from behind her and she throws her head back to look up at him.

"Hey, baby!" She greets, dragging the words, her head following his movement as he sits next to her.

"Why are you on the floor?" He asks, as she turns to him and she shrugs.

"Got bored on the couch, Andy said to stay here, so I'm staying," she says, throwing the notepad back into the backpack.

"Are you okay?" He's watching her carefully and she sighs.

"I'm fine," she says, voice sounding slurry, "I'm just drunk," she giggles, running a hand through her hair, twisting a strand between her fingers, before she drops her hands to her lap, "I shouldn't have drink this much, the room is spinning," she giggles, making a spinning motion with her hands.

"What happened? Ash told me to come find you." 

"Your ex thinks I made you break up with her, and I don't have a defense, because you did break up with her because I ran," she looks up at him, biting her bottom lip and letting out a chuckle, "but I actually send you back to her and that's making me think about Tay," she presses her lips together and he frowns at her.

"Why is my ex making you think of yours?" Calum asks and she ducks her head.

"That's right, I didn't tell you," she says, fidgeting with her bracelet, staring at her knees so she wouldn't have to look at him.

"Tell me what?" 

"She broke up with me because of you," she mumbles, scratching her forehead, still avoiding his eyes while she feels them studying her.

"What?" He asks, voice soft and confused and she sighs, glancing at him

"I mean, I was already on thin ice when it came to you then she accused me of prioritizing you and then said I had to choose," she explains, pressing her lips together, sitting up straighter, "I don't do ultimatums," she shrugs and his expression softens.

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Because she was right, I would choose you if it came down to it and that wasn't fair so, it was the right thing to do," she shrugs, picking at the hem of her skirt, "and I didn't want to bring up my feelings, we both know that goes," she chuckles, watching his face.

"I'm sorry," he says, tilting his head, brown eyes looking so warm she wants to lose herself in them.

"It's not your fault," she chuckles, leaning her elbow on her knee, and propping her chin on her hand.

"It kinda is," he says, moving a piece of her hair away from her face and she shrugs noncommittally, "What happened that made her think that? We had kissed once when you were together, it was not like—"

"You called me," she interrupts him and he raises an eyebrow at her.

"I need a lot more words."

"You remember that one time you were back home and I drove up to see you for a few days?" She asks and he nods.

"Yeah."

"Well, she didn't like that, not that I blame her, and I don't think she believed me when I said that it wasn't like that with us and, well, she was already on edge about you and I was with her and you called, actually you texted asking if I could talk and called before I could answer, so I left so I could talk to you, that led to a huge fight and we broke up."

"Why did you leave?"

"I got worried, you didn’t call unless we set something up, you know, international rockstar, full-time student," she shrugs, pointing between them, "different time zones, it was hard to line shit up, so I had to answer, and we talked for like, half an hour, you clearly needed me. I don't even remember what you and I talked about, all I remember is how much she yelled at me over it and thinking that if we were at that point, there was no going back, you know?"

"That’s—" Calum tries but trails off and she presses her lips together. "Like I said, she was right, I just hadn’t realized how right until she pointed it out, I thought I was—" Lena cuts herself and he frowns at her.

"What?" He asks and she sighs.

"That was the deal, right? it didn’t happen, move on, lapse of judgment, yay friendship and all that."

"I think we are past that, love."

"We weren’t thought, and I didn’t want to explain it to you and have you freak out again, and then too much time had passed, no point in bringing it up," she says, chewing on her bottom lip while Calum studies her face. 

"Did you think about choosing me?" She asks suddenly, making him frown. She isn't sure she wants the answer but she'd been dying to ask.

"What?"

"When she said she didn't want you around me, did you think about choosing me?" She explains, watching him carefully as he understands what she wants to know, and waiting as he seems to contemplate her question, lips twisting as he thinks.

"I did," he finally says, holding her gaze and she nods. 

"Okay."

"Okay? You don't wanna know more?" He chuckles a bit awkwardly, and she shakes her head.

"There's more to know? You chose her," she shrugs, and his expression drops.

"Lena," he starts, but she shakes her head, one hand reaching for his cheek, gently stroking it.

"It's okay, I'm not trying to start something, I was just curious," she says, dropping her hand, patting his knee, and smiling when he takes her hand, "I think it's funny, by convincing herself that there's was still something between us, she kickstarted this whole thing, she handed you over," she chuckles and he gives her an unimpressed look, but she can tell he's holding back a grin.

"You know I can think for myself, right?" He asks and she nods.

"But if I hadn't left, well," she motions dramatically around herself, nearly knocking the water bottle by her side, "It's no wonder we're this dysfunctional now, we’re quite a pair, you shut down, I run away," she picks the bottle up, sipping on it, "but I don't like running from you," she adds, pursing her lips and he chuckles softly.

"You sure you don't like it? 'cause you do it a lot," Calum teases and she shrugs, scrunching her nose.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get all deep and personal," she says, standing up and moving back to the couch, Calum sitting beside her, throwing his arm on the rest behind her.

"You can talk to me," he says, looking at her and she sighs.

"I don't wanna start a fight or make you feel bad."

"You keeping things from me doesn't help our situation either," he says and she raises an eyebrow at him.

"It goes both ways, babe, don't act like you tell me everything."

"What do you wanna know?"

"I don't know, what do I wanna know?" 

"How should I know?" Calum laughs and she rolls her eyes.

"You don’t make it easy for me."

"Exactly," he nods making her laugh. 

"Wait, did—actually never mind."

"What is it?"

"I don't wanna know."

"You sure?"

"I mean, I probably am not gonna remember this in the morning anyway." 

"Then ask," Calum says and she looks at him for a few seconds before talking. 

"Did you ever wish you stopped?"

"Stopped what?"

"That first time, you said we were about to cross a line and I asked if you wanted to stop, did you ever wish you said yes?"

"What? No," Calum shakes his head, sitting up straighter, "Did you?"

"Nah, I think it was bound to happen eventually anyway, I was just wondering if you ever regretted it."

"I only regret how I insisted it didn't change anything, I could never regret us," he says, sounding serious enough and Lena tilts her head to the side, studying his face.

"Why did you?"

"Admitting it would make it real, I don't think I was ready for that," he says and she sighs.

"You weren't, I knew that and I did it anyway 'cause I wanted to know what it would be like, and sometimes I wonder if I pushed you, 'cause like I was half-naked on top of you, I didn't exactly make it easy for you to walk away if you wanted and, well, it was good so it kept happening and I knew it was gonna blow up in our faces but you made it so easy to pretend that you actually wanted to be with me and—"

"You didn't push me, believe me I wasn't pretending to want you," he interrupts her and she nods.

"You just didn't feel the way I do."

"The way you do?"

"I don’t think I know how to not be in love with you."

"Do you regret it?" He asks and she actually stops to think about it for a few seconds. 

"I don't like how things ended, I hate it actually, but I don't regret it happening."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it makes for great writing material," she jokes and he chuckles.

"That’s fair," Calum says and she leans her head back against the arm he has behind her on the rest.

"You’re really pretty," she mumbles, almost thinking out loud, because he looks good, he always looks good, but that makes him laugh.

"I thought you were mad I shaved my head," he says, running a hand across his head and she pouts.

"Don't remind me, but you’re always pretty, it’s a problem."

"You’re really drunk aren’t you?" He sounds so unbelievably fond as he smiles at her, it's hard for her not to melt further into him.

"I told you that when you came in, I’m a very self-conscious drunk."

"You just have no filter."

"I know, why do you think I was so careful with how much I used to drink around you back when we were on tour?" "What do you mean?"

"You really need me to say that I spent the whole time we were hooking up stopping myself from blurting out my feelings?" 

"That bad?"

"Oh yeah, honey," Lena giggles and Calum's face goes serious all of a sudden.

"I get the feeling."

"No, you don’t," she shakes her head and he raises an eyebrow at her, looking unimpressed.

"You remember this one party, you were wearing that blue dress."

The rational side of Lena's brain knew she didn't have any right to be jealous. But her rational side had no control over her anymore. There she was in the stupid dress she only bought because Calum liked it watching some random girl flirting with him so blatantly it made Lena roll her eyes. The way the blonde was running her hands up and down his arms or twirling her hair between her fingers as she talked to him and the way he was clearly enjoying it made her blood boil. 

And the worst part is that she knew it was irrational. She couldn't demand anything. "Friends. Just friends. No matter what happened. Or how frequently. Friends. Just friends." She kept repeating it to herself like a mantra, trying to stop herself from getting worked up, clutching a beer bottle so tightly that on any other occasion, she'd be worried it would break. Until she had enough. She looked hot, the navy blue dress, a bit shorter than what she would usually go for stopping barely at her mid-thigh, hugged every curve of her body perfectly. She felt good after she finished getting ready and she wasn't about to let Calum and the complete lack of reaction on his part ruin her night. 

So she ditched her bottle, walked to the dance floor, and moved to the beat, trying to think only about the rhythm and it was not long until someone approached her, some guy she was definitely not interested in, but who was cute enough for her to entertain while he danced closer to her.

"Lena, come with me," Calum's voice came suddenly from beside her, and he grabbed her hand, dragging her along with him, barely giving her enough time to murmur an excuse me before she was being dragged away.

"What are you doing?" Lena complained, following him as he moved them through the people and up the stairs and suddenly he was pushing a door open, dragging her inside it and locking the door of the bathroom they had just entered.

"What I'm doing? What were you doing?" He asked, giving her an unimpressed look and she huffed, moving away from him.

"I was dancing?" She rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall and he shook his head.

"You call that dancing?" He asked, moving closer to her and she raised an eyebrow at him, pushing herself off the wall.

"What? Are you jealous? Was blondie not as interesting as you hoped?" She mocked, looking up at him and mimicking the way the girl had been twirling the ends of her hair at him, making him groan in frustration.

"Very mature."

"What? You can hit on a random girl all night but the second I start dancing with someone you go all caveman on me?" She asked, staring him down.

"I wasn't hitting on her," he denied and she huffed again.

"Sure you weren't," she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Are you jealous?" He asked, a smirk starting to form in the corner of his lips and she groaned, shaking her head.

"Of course not, you can hit on whoever the fuck you want," she scoffed, moving around him to get to the door, "but you don't get to be mad if I do the same," she challenged, voice coming out louder than she expected as she stopped by the door, "I sure as fuck wasn't about to waste the effort I put into this stupid outfit just watching some girl pawing all over you," Lena mumbled, unlocking the door, but Calum reached around her, locking it again, her breath hitching when she turned to look at him.

"We're talking here, love, you're not walking out," he said, leaning an arm behind her, trapping her between him and the door.

"I was flirting, you were flirting, what's more to talk about?" She asked, looking up at him, trying to ignore all the effects having him this close had on her body.

"You're this worked up, so there's definitely something to talk about." He was pressing closer to her, and she wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose but it was getting harder to ignore how turned on she was at that moment.

"You drag me into a bathroom in the middle of a party and I'm the one who's worked up?" She raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head.

"That's beside the point."

"What is the point exactly? Besides annoying me?"

"Why are you annoyed?"

"Because you're really annoying when you want to be, sweetheart," she complained with a sigh, leaning more heavily against the door.

"Are you sure you're not just jealous?"

"I'm not the one who dragged you away from someone," she said, tracing her hand over his arm. 

"You're in the shortest dress you could find and you want me to watch you with some dude?" His fingers danced across the rem of her skirt, lightly brushing her thighs.

"Blondie was keeping you busy," she shrugged, ducking under his arm to step out of where he had her pinned, and he followed her movements, watching as she smoothed her hands over the dress, before groaning up to the ceiling and running her hands through her hair, directing all of it to her back, and his eyes darkened scanning her body and she had to fight back a smirk, "didn't think you would mind if I let someone else get a taste."

"You wouldn't," he shook his head, moving closer to her.

"I wouldn't what?"

"Let someone else get a taste, you put this dress on for me, we both know it," he explained, stopping just inches away from her, fingers tracing along the thin straps over her shoulder.

"Well, you were busy," she shrugged, "and I was bored," moving around him again, but he grabbed her arm, stopping her from moving too far.

"God, you're so," he started, pupils blown wide, the way he was looking at her sending chills up her spine.

"I'm what?" She challenged, looking up at him, pulling her arm from his hold, but stepping closer to him, hands reaching to fix the collar of his jacket, smoothing her hands over his shoulder, watching as his gaze dropped to her lips, "look, baby, if you want something you just gotta—" she started, trailing her fingers down his biceps, but she didn't get to finish her thought before he let out a groan and crashed his lips to hers, his hands gripping her waist to pull her closer to him at the same time he moved her backward, pinning her against the wall, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands seemed determined to touch every inch of her body and she was matching his energy, pulling at his hair, nibbling on his lips, letting her hands dip under the collar of his shirt to drag her nails along his neck. 

"Vividly," she offers with a giggle before he can finish his thought, and he raises an eyebrow at her, a smirk on his lips that makes her roll her eyes, "get your mind out the gutter, Hood, you really think I would forget the only time you were jealous of me?"

"That wasn't the only," he starts, but stops himself, making her eye him curiously.

"Are you admitting you were jealous?" 

"You're the one who was jealous," he retorts and she laughs.

"Of course I was, insecure was my default setting." 

"Do you still have that dress?" 

"I think it's somewhere in my closet, but the dress is not the point you're trying to make here, is it? Attraction was never our issue."

"We talked after," Calum says and she nods.

"Yeah, we established we were only sleeping with each other, something I thought was counterproductive ‘cause when would we be finding other people? We were together all the time, we always ended up in the same hotel room and you kept trying to sneak me into your bunk."

"Getting you on our bus was less hassle than me staying on yours."

"'cause I wasn't the flight risk, which is ironic now."

"And I sleep better with you," he shrugs and she narrows her eyes at him.

"Sleep, sure."

"You make it sound like sex was all we did."

"It did happen a lot." "But it wasn't just sex, it never was," he argues, moving so he can face her properly and she shakes her head, looking away from him.

"We’re getting deep and personal again." "We need to talk about it." "But it's done, Cal, we can't change that, it is what it is, and it was what it was, and it was just sex," she says, looking back at him but he shakes his head. 

"But it wasn't, that party, you had this smile on your face and you were wearing my jacket and I kept thinking about how easy it could be, to just be yours, it was why I told you there was no one else because I didn't want anyone else."

"Love?" Calum's voice was soft as his fingers gently combed through her hair, slotting himself between her legs again, and she hummed in acknowledgment, still trying to catch her breath, "still with me?" He checked and she opened her eyes, finding him studying her carefully.

"I just need a minute, that was," she paused, trying to think of the right word, "fuck, that was intense," she giggled, leaning against his touch when his hand moved to her cheek, and he chuckled.

"Intense?" He raised an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes.

"You really need me to stroke your ego right now? Is the state I'm in not enough?" She motioned vaguely to herself and he took her hands, stepping back, pursing his lips as he made a dramatic show of scanning her that made her giggle.

"You do look wrecked," he agreed, stepping back closer to her, placing her hands on his shoulders, and dropping his to her thighs.

"Great, it's not like I need to walk out of here looking presentable," she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, "is it really that bad?"

"Well, now that you stopped panting," he joked and she playfully slapped his chest.

"Fuck you," she pouted and he smirked at her.

"We already did that," he laughed, making her groan.

"Oh my god," she rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile as he leaned down, giving her lips a quick peck.

"It's not that bad," he said, smoothing his hands over her hair, making her laugh, before cupping her cheeks and kissing her, more gently than he had all night, making her stomach flip as she melted into him.

"Great," she giggled, taking his hands, "help me down," she asked and he stepped back as she jumped off the counter, steadying her when she stood straight before she let go of his hands, turning to the mirror behind her. It definitely wasn't as bad as she expected, her makeup was still in place and her hair was fixable, the only big problem was the marks on her collarbone that were already turning purple, "really?" She complained, glancing at him while her fingers traced the marks and he chuckled.

"Is not my fault you bruise this easily," he said, sheepishly, and she leaned forward to get closer to the mirror, wiping the corner of her eyes and combing her fingers through her hair, smoothing it around her head and directing it forward trying to cover the hickeys without seeming too obvious and she could feel him watching her.

"I think that if we don't stay much longer I can get away without anyone thinking I was fucked in the bathroom," she joked, smoothing her dress, and turning to him, "what do you think?" 

"I think you're right," he agreed, stepping closer to her and she smiled up at him, "but still," he shrugged his jacket off, and placed it around her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said, pulling her arms through the sleeves, and folding them up so she could use her hands.

"Lena," he started and she looked up at him.

"Yeah?" 

"I haven't slept with anyone else either," he scratched the back of his neck, "since we started doing this," he adjusted the collar of the jacket for her while she studied his face. He looked almost nervous and that made her stomach flip, a smile fighting its way to her face, as his hands moved her hair, "I just thought I should mention it… since we were fighting and you said I wouldn't mind if you got with someone else and I—" he mumbled, his fingers twisting the ends of her hair and she cut him.

"Sweetheart, I'm not planning on sleeping with anyone else," she said, fighting the urge to add fuck, say you want to be with me for real I'll never look at anyone else again because it wasn't like she had any interest in being with someone else. Not if she could be with him. 

"Great, I wouldn't… I wasn't either," he said, face softening and she smiled up at him.

"Okay," she nodded, standing on her tiptoes, cupping his cheeks and kissing him, his hands resting on her waist, "we really should get out of here though," she giggles, nodding her head to the door.

"In a minute," he said, leaning in to kiss her again, her arms wrapping around his neck while his hands pulled her closer, "you wanna go back to the hotel now?" 

"Let's go," she nodded, pulling away from him. He looked like he wanted to say something else and she eyed him curiously but he seemed to decide against it, taking her hand and unlocking the door.

"I hate that I actually convinced you that it was just about the sex for me, there was always this moment, right before we fell asleep, that I would pull you closer and you would make this happy little sound and settle against me, and for a while, nothing else mattered, not shitty interviews or bad reviews or how fucking exhausting that tour was."

"I had had that thought before," she mumbles, chewing on her bottom lip and he frowns at her. 

"What thought?"

"I had wondered if you were only with me because I was there, proximity, familiarity, whatever, it's why I believed you, I had thought about it, you just confirmed it," she explains, watching his face turn to something close to devastation before sighing and adding, "and for me, it was the mornings when you were still half asleep pulling me back when I tried to move, and for a few seconds I could let myself pretend you loved me."

"I did," he starts but stops, shaking his head as he does, like that wasn't what he wants to say, and taking a deep breath, "I do love you, Lena," he finally says, firmly, gaze locked on hers, but she must've look unconvinced, because he adds, "me being an idiot doesn't change how I feel. I was scared because it was you and you were my best friend and things were so easy but they were also so fragile and I didn't want to be the one that got left, so I just gave up."

"Why are you telling me this?" Lena asks, and he gives her a sad smile, running his knuckles along her jaw.

"Because you won't remember it in the morning."

"And if I do?"

"It will still be true, and you will have listened to it without slamming a door in my face."

"I only tried to slam a door in your face once," she complains and he chuckles, but his face is serious again after a few seconds.

"Do you believe me?" 

"I don't know, this is hard, you know? With everything that happened, I… I don't know what to think, and you stopped saying it," she tries to explain but that just makes Calum frown.

"Saying what?" 

"That you loved me. When we started sleeping together, you stopped saying it."

"Because—"

"Because it would mean more than it did before it all happened, I know," she interrupts, dropping her hand to his knee when he continues to frown, "it's why I stopped saying it too. You do understand how this is for me, right? You loved me, but not enough to fight for me, I didn't hear that for years and then you dropped that on me after I left you on a literal storm and I don't know if this is about me—"

"Or me just wanting you to be there, I get it, if you start thinking about it, you circle back to what I said," he nods, pressing his lips together and she sighs.

"Yeah." 

"That's what freaked you out that day." 

It's not a question, but she nods anything, and that just makes him look sad.

"You want me to go find Andy for you?" He offers, and it takes her by surprise.

"No."

"You want me to leave?"

"No." 

"What do you want?"

"I'm too drunk to trust my own judgment," she says, leaning into him, reaching for his arm on the seat behind her and placing it around her shoulders, making him chuckle and pull her closer to him. She adjusts against him, placing her legs across his lap, hiding her face on his neck, and letting out a sigh as she breathes him in and he rests his other arm on her knees.

"Cal?" She mumbles as she closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his skin under her cheek, and he hums in acknowledgment, wrapping his arms around her, "don't give up on me just yet," she says, her lips grazing his neck, and his arms tighten around her.

"Not planning on it, love."

[solar8331]

What made u like chaluggie so much?

OKAY LONG ANSWER SO HERE’S A TLDR

TL;DR I like chaluggie bc I’m a dirty angst/drama lover also multishipper also it’s gay and cute and I totally see a working dynamic between the three. Also I’m a sucker for redemption esp for characters like Lute…

Long version:

Some backstory is that I started out in the fandom scene making tiktoks, posting chaggie content mostly. Then one day, as I was going through my sounds, trying to find a good one for chaggie, I stumbled upon a sound where I thought wasn’t quite chaggie. But I still wanted to post chaggie, so I added Lute as the other person. I was like hm… what if… luggie was a thing (since Vaggie is gay and Lute and her had SOME sort of tension going on…) Anyways, it was all fun and games until I was three tiktoks in realizing it in fact was not just a funny HC I have of luggie being exes. I very much ship the two. Toxic yuri ftw.

Here is said TT btw:

So I ended up making a sad backstory for Lute and how she would have done anything for Vaggie to survive Adam’s wrath for letting a sinner go… including hurting Vaggie herself. What was the question again? Oh yeah. AT THIS POINT, I have been making this OTHER AU I had we will call it the EX!AU where it’s just Exorcist!Vaggie x Emo!Charlie.

For that story, Charlie had (accidentally) caused Vaggie to fall and ultimately lose her eye and wings. It’s an enemies to lovers angsty story. (I promise this has everything to do with chaluggie) Anyways, in one of the arcs, Lute kidnaps Vaggie to Heaven and while talking about it with my friend, I made Lute secretly a softy with a tough exterior. When Charlie stormed Heaven to take Vaggie back, Lute feigned an injury so they could both get away. Vaggie noticed this and was immediately worried for Lute’s safety. After all, they used to fuck in Heaven. (It’s how they bond)

My friend and I were then talking about making Lute experience the Hell Vaggie had told her so much about and decided to make a spinoff series of the AU where she comes down. Now THIS AU (the spin-off) is the chaluggie AU I have. In the spin-off, we initially just thought it’d be funny to make a threesome scene where Charlie dominates Lute while Vaggie watches, so we had to build an entire story around that because Charlie wouldn’t just cheat… and it’s chaggie.

…and then I got grounded and got left to my brainworms. Chaluggie wasn’t exactly in my brain yet but at this point I really liked chaggie AND luggie and wanted to see more. Then I was like ugh, what if they were just all together? So I wouldn’t have to choose between the two. And that’s also when I drew my first piece of NSFW Charlute art. NOW I WAS REALLY INTO IT and a small part of me wanted to get them in a polycule in the AU but I thought I was just crazy and nobody would enjoy/think the same. Especially not my friend. But oh boy was I wrong.

My FRIEND sent me this fanfic and a few fanart of chaluggie to cheer me up since I now wasn’t allowed to post on tiktok or have social media. (will link in just a second, but I’m very sure for those who like chaluggie they already know I’m talking about “Bratty Bottom Lute”; the fanart was by @cartooncorgii on twitter) I will tell you RIGHT now, MY EYES WERE OPENED. I was like people actually LIKE the ship? Another thing to know about me is that I am definitely a rarepair shipper but I also hate it because I get excited to talk about it but most people don’t understand.

Bratty Bottom Lute - Texan_Red_Rose

That was when I realized I could ship chaluggie and ALSO get content for it. I was absolutely hooked. What could possibly be better than Lute softening up for the Princess of Hell and her ex-lover, Vaggie? My obsession with Lute might also have a play in this but that’s for another story.

Anyways, much like BBL, what was originally supposed to be straight up corn became an elaborate story and we (my friend and I) are now still working on the chaluggie AU as we speak. I occasionally post things that happen in the AU on my twitter, but it’s mostly personal enjoyment.

It’s a great way to have drama/angst (my two favorite things right alongside fluff and hurt/comfort) I also mentioned above that I am a multishipper. I like shipping everyone with my favorite character which was (and still is) Charlie at this point. Thus, I started to ship charlute (from my AU) and it just kind of went downhill from there ngl. I’ll drop below one of my earliest works of my chaluggie AU. I was rambling to my friend about how Lute and Charlie could totally bond over bands and hair dye. That was also when I realized charlute could have chemistry and now instead of Charlie x Vaggie x Lute, it was just all of them mushed into one gay ass relationship (aka chaluggie)

Okay, thank you if you’ve stuck this far and read ALL of that and SORRY FOR THE LONG RAMBLE I HAVE trouble deciding what to add and whatnot sometimes. But thank you :) now enjoy some of my old chaluggie art. Also please do read Bratty Bottom Lute, it is GENIUS.

(If you want the NSFW chaluggie I made, it is on my twitter, I don’t remember if that stuff is allowed on tumblr anymore)

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ooh tell me about re-aliving!

Since someone already asked about it, I'll hand out another snippet! This was the original version of my long-fic, Grace of Gods, and it STARTED with Nico resurrecting Jason. Here's a bit from when Nico is looking for Jason in Elysium! (Sorry for how long it is! I really liked this bit LOL...)

It could be hours or mere minutes before Nico finally sees a face he recognizes. A young boy, probably about as old as Nico is now, with shiny black hair and a black eye-patch. The last time Nico saw him was at Camp Half-Blood, following Luke around like a lost puppy. What was his name? Erin? Erick? …Ethan! It was Ethan. Nico almost feels ashamed that he doesn’t remember, but in his defense his memories from before Tartarus are a little shaky at best. 

He remembers Ethan being smart. Particular, but not unkind. Before the war, Luke wouldn’t surround himself with anyone he thought was unkind. Broken demigods, maybe, but not villains. Luke was a beacon for demigods who wanted a second chance. It should have been clear from the start who was behind it all, really. 

Here, now, seeing Ethan sitting and chatting idly with the people around him, Nico has to choke back the guilt and sadness that crawls up his throat. 

They were all so young.

Sure, at the time Nico was younger, and these demigods were technically responsible for him having to witness war as a child, but Nico also would have witnessed war as a child if he grew up in Italy like he was supposed to, so he chooses to call that one a draw. (Though, he probably wouldn’t have had to fight in Italy. …Right?) 

Can this boy, who was clearly barely 17 when he died, really be blamed for being talked into raising Kronos? Can any of them be blamed for giving in to what they thought would be a better world for them? For their friends? 

And for his efforts, Ethan and all of Luke’s demigod followers who died in battle gained Elysium. Now that is fair. Kronos rotting in Super Hell forever while the children he emotionally manipulated enjoy eternal happiness? A wise and just decision. 

Funny, now that Nico thinks about it, Kronos was a really shitty villian. Exploiting angsty teenagers with mommy and daddy issues and then failing at exploiting said teenagers well enough that they don’t turn on you at the last second hardly counts as being a successful evil Titan. What a loser. 

Nico makes his way over to the small cafe table Ethan is situated at, sipping at a bowl of soup cupped gently in his hands. Scars crisscross like a star-map across his knuckles and the backs of his hands. They’re small enough that Nico has to wonder what caused them. They certainly don’t look like battle wounds. More serrations than cuts. 

When he’s finally close enough, the crowd parts and Nico sees a blip of messy blond hair seated across from Ethan. At first, he thinks it’s Luke. Until he remembers that Luke chose to be reborn. In fact, the closer he gets the more Nico realizes he couldn’t have been more wrong. The boy sitting across from Ethan is clearly younger than Luke was when he died, despite Nico not being able to see his face. He’s taller, more built compared to Luke’s lithe frame, and much paler. He also lifts a bowl to his face, and Nico catches a glimps of an SPQR tattoo on the inside of the demigod’s right wrist, which is strange because he’s wearing a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, not a Camp Jupiter one. And the only person Nico knows who has both is…

“Jason!” Nico breaks out into a sprint. Gods, Elysium had really sucked him in for a second. All that reminiscing, he had almost forgotten why he was here. Or, rather, who he was here for.  The demigod sitting across from Ethan turns around slowly, mouth parted with polite shock, as Nico barrels through ghosts to get to them. 

“Sorry-- excuse me! Pardon me, if I could just,” Nico’s voice is apologetic but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Jason. The Underworld can be tricky, and Nico knows better than most that just because Jason seems close by doesn’t mean he is, or that Elysium won’t rearrange itself the second Nico looks down. Instead, he choses to run straight through any ghosts in his path at full speed, vanquishing quite a few of them with stock apologies. 

He’s panting by the time he makes it to the little table Jason and Ethan are sitting at, hands on his knees. Surely he’s not that out of shape, right? Must be a trick of Elysium. …Must be. 

“Jason!” Nico says again, unable to keep the smile off of his face. “Alright, time to go, come-on. The longer I’m here the greater the chances that I get caught.” He gives a polite nod to Ethan, and focuses back on Jason.

Looking at Jason’s face more closely, something is off. His eyes are so blue they’re almost white, nearly blending in with the rest of his sclera. Ghosts here are fuzzy at the edges, enjoying the timelessness of eternal happiness, but even taking that into account Nico is sure Jason did not look like this before.

Hesitation flashes across Jason’s features. “...Nico?” 

“Uh, yeah. It’s me-- What happened to your eyes?” Nico asks before he can stop himself. Practicing not filtering himself so much really has backfired quite a bit as of late. Nico isn’t so sure that was one of Will’s best ideas. But if it keeps Will from mumbling all day about “masking” and “Nico mentally draining himself” then he’ll take the consequences of his stupid thought to mouth connection.

“My eyes?” Jason asks, lifting a hand up to his face as if he had forgotten they were even there. 

He doesn’t get a chance to expand on that thought, though, because Ethan leans across the table and speaks up. “Nico di Angelo? As in, the little Hades kid who ran away from camp?” He’s looking critically back and forth between Nico and Jason, as a child of Nemisis does. 

Taken back for a second that Ethan recognized him, let alone can acknowledge him here, in Elysium, Nico dumbly responds with, “Uh, yeah?” 

Maybe demigods can see through the Mist enough that they retain it in death? Half the ghosts Nico just ran through acted like he wasn’t even there… Or maybe it’s just because he’s talking with Ethan directly? Nico’s not really sure, but he doesn’t plan on staying long enough to find out.

“Interesting… What are you doing here?” 

“What’s wrong with Jason’s eyes?” Nico asks, instead of answering Ethan’s question. Because he can’t. They both know he can’t. Admitting it out loud in the Underworld would be like using a megaphone to announce you are going to rob a bank outside of the nearest police station. Ethan seems to get it immediately, eye going wide and leaning back in his seat, setting his cup of soup down for the first time since Nico laid eyes on him.

Ethan raises his one visible eyebrow, a twinkle in his eye that makes Nico a little bit nervous. He opens his mouth to answer, a shrug halfway finished in his shoulders, but then his eyes glaze over and his posture drops. 

“Who are you, again?” He says instead. 

See, that’s the sort of greeting Nico was expecting. But now that it has come after their initial conversation, Nico can’t help but be a little nervous.

“Alright, time to go! Enjoy eternal life, or whatever,” Nico stutters out, grabbing Jason by the arm and pulling him up from his seat. “Oh--” Is the only protest Jason puts up, letting himself be pulled by the son of Hades through the streets of Elysium. “What’s going on?” He asks, as they round a corner. It’s the first hint of actual fear and concern Nico has heard. Which is strange, because he shouldn’t be able to feel fear and concern in Elysium.

[glitxhwayventeen]

The Smart One: Part Two

Yeonjun

Characters: Yeonjun x female reader

Warnings: violence (fight scene where YJ kinda loses it tbh), mentions of- death, drinking, smoking, sleeping around (but it’s all consensual so i don’t see a problem with it. But i know some people do so TW ig), name calling (but they don’t actually mean it and none of them think they do, they’re loving nicknames), crying, pining/angsty love, blood, another pack’s fight, Yeonjun being dumb basically poor baby

Author’s Note: So Yeonjun will have either three or four parts depending on how much i can cut it all down.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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Once he found out he could get quite literally no one else to pick him up, Yeonjun’s original plan was to just stay by his bike and text Huening he was in the parking lot when it was time for him to take him home. He originally had no plans of going inside the library. But before Yeonjun’s brain could stop them, his legs threw themselves over the seat of his motorcycle and made their way through the library’s double doors.

He knew immediately it was a bad idea. For every quickening beat of his heart he felt, he felt more dread and guilt slip into his body. But he knew the pup had already seen his figure in the building when he lifted his head up from his book to see who had walked through the door, a maneuver in which you followed suit. He knew it would be suspicious if he just back tracked and bolted through the entrance, so Yeonjun had to play it off like nothing bothered him.

He promised himself he would not get any closer to you than he already was. He promised himself he wouldn’t even speak to you to prevent himself from getting attached. But of course his little brother had other plans.

Kai hurriedly shoved all his things into his book bag, threw it over his shoulder, grabbed your very confused and unprepared hand, and rushed to where Yeonjun was standing with you stumbling behind him in an attempt to keep up.

The elder boy panicked internally. How was he going to play it cool when you’d soon be standing in front of him close enough to overwhelm him? How was he supposed to remain calm and collected when your sweet scent got heavier in his nose? How the hell could he hold a conversation with you when all he wanted to do was get lost in your warm sparkling eyes-

“Hyung!” Huening choked out, finally getting to the doorway Yeonjun had moments ago found himself prancing through, “Before we go, I wanted you to meet ____! You’re the only one of the guys that hasn’t yet.”

The pup proudly pulled you forward and presented you to Yeonjun as if you were a prize he had worked incredibly hard to win. The act made a hot blush appear across your face and had you playing with the hem of your pleated skirt nervously.

From the second you had seen him earlier in the day, your stomach instantly developed butterflies. Because of course your favorite tutoring student just happened to have the prettiest man on earth as his best friend. So to say you were anxious was a bit of an understatement.

It wasn't that you didn’t know how to speak to people, you had learned how to have appropriate conversations with people outside your family a long time ago and had gotten pretty good at it. But that didn’t mean socializing was something you did regularly.

Sure you had some friends and acquaintances you’d grown fond of during your stay in Korea for university. And sure everyone around you, regardless of if they liked you as a person or not, usually respected and admired you for your intelligence and dedication.

But you’d never felt genuinely attracted to someone before. At least you were pretty sure you hadn’t, you weren’t always the best at understanding your own feelings. You just knew the butterflies were definitely new and that the second you made eye contact with the boy it felt like your breathing hitched in your chest, neither of which you had experienced before.

So you were walking into new territory. Usually you’d attempt to introduce yourself and shake his hand because you’d learned that was the social norm. Though the man’s sharp facial features and piercing eyes had your heart racing too fast to go through the motions you’d gone through countless therapy sessions to be able to do relatively comfortably.

Luckily for you, your student got the hint that neither of you were planning on saying anything and started the conversation for you, “So hyung, this is ____. And ____ this is Yeonjun-ah. He’s one of my roommates,” the younger boy led, hoping to get one of you to say something.

That’s when it all clicked in your head. You had been told about the boy in front of you before by your eager student. He’d called him his loving hyung who’d do anything for him and his friends at the turn of a time. But the rumors you’d heard around campus about him told a completely different story. So much so that you weren’t even sure how they could be friends, the two seemed like polar opposites to you.

Where Kai was rather shy and reserved around people he didn’t know, Choi Yeonjun was blunt and always spoke his mind. Where the younger boy was inexperienced with the world and loving, the elder boy was far too experienced with… many things and could be quite distant emotionally from his peers.

Yeonjun was infamous around campus as being the guy who sleeps with anyone he wanted to, never having had a real girlfriend. Kai was infamous around campus as the guy who everyone was betting never had slept with anyone before, or had a girlfriend.

The boy in front of you had a thing for getting wasted at parties and getting into trouble with the law. The boy to your side had hardly been to any parties, never really drank, and probably didn’t even know what a rap sheet was.

As far as you knew, the only real thing the two had in common was that they both struggled in school, though Huening Kai was the only one wanting to do something about it.

“I know who she is.” The boy, Yeonjun apparently, monotonously cut through the silence, no emotion to be seen on his face as the words left his plump lips.

It was true that most people around your university knew who you were. There weren’t many people like you in South Korea at all, let alone going to your school. British-Kenyan students weren’t as easy to find as Chinese, Vietnamese, or American ones. At least, you for sure couldn’t name one off the top of your head.

Sure he could’ve maybe known you as the girl who was set to graduate number one in her graduating class, but you doubted he cared too much about class ranking. He could’ve also known you as the girl who tutored a sizeable portion of the student population but, as he had never asked for any, you didn’t think he would’ve known about you that way either.

It was likely he knew you as the African girl. The girl who got bullied for her accents and her skin color on the daily. The girl who never spoke unless she was spoken to. The girl that disliked being around people and was rather quite awkward with them. That way would’ve made more sense.

And, while you had gotten rather good at reading social cues over your years of having to deal with the general public, you knew you still had times where you couldn’t read between the lines. But this time, the tension seemed so thick even you were able to swiftly pick up on the boy’s negative attitude.

His arms crossed over his broad chest indicated he was closed off and non-reciprocating. His tapping foot meant he was in a hurry or wanted to be done with the conversation. His flat vocal tone said he either hated you or was over having to deal with you. And his lifted brow meant that he was probably fairly annoyed with you and Kai for having taken up his time.

All those small facts seemed to make the nerves in your body strike at your heart. The only guy you ever found remotely interesting romantically, even if it was only Choi Yeonjun, and he hated you without having ever even spoken to you before. How wonderful.

But you weren’t gonna let that deter you. Kai was much like you in that he didn’t have many friends. But the friends he did have were important to him, that’s why he wanted to introduce you to all of them. And you weren’t one to let your students down.

So you decided to power through as best as you could, “It’s very nice to meet you Yeonjun. Huening Kai talks about his friends a lot, so it’s nice to finally be able to put a face to your name!” You replied with a kind smile in perfect Korean, extending your slightly shaky hand to him intending for him to do the same.

Though your polite gesture was unreciprocated, the boy in front of you leaving your hand hanging through the air as his gaze bypassed you and went to the younger boy beside you.

“Are you ready to go yet Hyuka? We really need to get going,” Yeonjun cold heartedly questioned his friend, jaw clenched as he awaited an answer.

Even though you could see the shock in Kai’s eyes from such an unexpected answer from the elder boy, he hurriedly pulled his composure together and nodded, you assumed to keep you from having to deal with his emotionally distant friend any longer.

“Y-Yeah! We can go,” Your student turned in his heels to give you a hug and say goodbye, “Thanks again ____. Same time tomorrow?”

Nodding fiercely, you tried your best to put up a brave front as you patted his back, “Of course! Text me if you end up having trouble with the problems I gave you to work on okay?”

You didn’t want him to feel bad about the interaction you had with his roommate. Kai was a sweet, albeit easily distractible, kid. He just wanted everyone important to him to get along or at least be able to civilly interact with one another when needed, it was one of the reasons you got along so much. Having parents that bitterly divorced, you never wanted conflict around you either. In your eyes, he was as close to a true friend as you had made during your time in Korea.

That was because Kai wasn’t judgmental or rude. He wasn’t intentionally cruel. He, like you, was a constant target for bullying and ridicule because he was considered a foreigner in the eyes of Koreans. You had bonded a lot because of that.

You had grown so fond of him that now, the idea of something upsetting him, like his friends not getting along, stung your heart almost as much as Yeonjun ignoring you did. So you wanted to assure him everything was fine with you, even if it currently felt like you had a gaping hole in your chest.

With one last little wave and a nape of his shirt collar grab from his friend, your student was off and you were left alone with your thoughts. Usually you wouldn’t mind, you had actually preferred to be alone.

That night though, you felt as if you needed to go home and cry into your pillow at the sudden unexpected rejection you felt from a total stranger.

Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you just shake something like a simple introduction gone wrong off like everyone else without feeling so overwhelmed? What in the hell was wrong with you? But most importantly, what had you done to piss someone off without having ever even met him in person before?

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“What the hell hyung?!” Huening demanded as soon as they walked through the door of their shared apartment, his bag being thrown somewhere across the room in anger because he sensed none of his other brothers had made their way home yet to yell at him for it.

Yeonjun found himself plopping down on the living room couch with a defeated sigh, “What the hell was what Ningning?”

The eldest boy knew exactly what the pup was referring to. He just didn’t have it in him to discuss the matter any further if he could help it.

Yeonjun knew he was unnecessarily mean to you today and he hated himself more than anyone could possibly ever know for it. Because the reality of the matter was that the promise he made to himself and, inadvertently you as well, was already hard as fuck to keep.

Because it was hard walking away from you today. The second he saw you, it felt like time stood still and his heart stopped beating all over again. Like once again he just wanted to go up to you, spin you around, and kiss away the space between your lips.

He wanted to stay and speak to you about your day, maybe even tease you on why you got so nervous when he first walked in the room.

It was also hard to finally get a closer look at your lightly freckled face and your, what he once thought were curls but were actually, twisted locs and not be able to compliment you on how gorgeous you were.

But it was even harder pretending he wanted nothing to do with you, especially once he saw the light in your eyes drain away when he ignored your hand.

Huening growled at his elder brother unintentionally, clenching his fists in anger, “Don’t ‘what the hell was what Ningning?’ Me! Why were you being a dick to ____? What in the hell did she ever do to you?!”

“Nothing,” Yeonjun answered, seeming as cool as a cucumber on the outside but slowly feeling his heart break on the inside.

That was the only answer the eldest in the pack could come up with. Anything else would’ve been suspicious. Anything else would’ve gave it away.

The pup stomped to stand in front of him, eyes spotting crimson red as more rage filled his body, “What the hell do you mean nothing?!” He questioned, quickly leaning over Yeonjun’s frame over the couch to get him to look at him face to face, “You’re telling me you were a jackass to one of the only friends i managed to make outside of the pack for no good fucking reason?!”

Yeonjun had never seen the younger boy so mad before. Truthfully, Kai usually just put up with whatever it was his older brothers did and didn’t complain. He always had a smile on his face and laughed it away. He was someone that the whole pack had come to know as a ‘suffer and cry in silence’ type of person. So his behavior did freak him out slightly.

Because the elder boy wasn’t sure he had ever heard the pup even raise his voice to someone else before. But now, Yeonjun had gotten him so mad he was screaming in his face, eyes blood red, nearly shifting in their living room.

He figured that Huening felt the need to defend you as you were the one friend he made on his own whose feelings got hurt because he introduced you to his asshole of a brother. He couldn’t blame him though, he wanted to rip his own heart out for doing it to you too.

Even so, his younger brother getting into his face in a threatening manner over you sent his instincts flying, immediately making him feel as though he needed to put him in his place for coming to your aide.

“Hyuka, I know you can’t understand this with your little pea sized brain, but believe it or not I was doing the girl a favor!” Yeonjun snarled, jumping up from his place on the couch and forcing Huening to stumble backwards slightly to cope with the sudden loss of dominance.

But instead of the young wolf backing down as Yeonjun had expected, he went right back to getting into his face, forcing their foreheads to nearly touch as he too began to snarl, “What fucking favor do you think you were doing for her?! The only thing you did was make sure she went home and cried!”

“Shut up Huening!” Yeonjun could feel his eyes get hotter, signaling that he was worked up enough to also melt through his contacts and begin shifting his eye color in anger.

It wasn’t Huening Kai’s place to say what upset you. It wasn’t his place to speak for you. And it sure as shit wasn’t his place to make Yeonjun feel bad about trying to protect you.

“No fuck you!” Huening protested, doing his very best to hold off from shifting in their living room as he screamed at his eldest brother, “____’s a good person! She’s nothing but kind and fair to everyone regardless of how they treat her! In fact, she’s the best person I know!-”

Fuck Kai. He didn’t get to talk about you like you walked on water, not when Yeonjun couldn’t talk to you at all.

Now it was Yeonjun’s turn to clench his fists with rage, “I said shut the fuck up!” He seethed, getting even closer to his brother’s face to try and get him to back off.

But the pup wouldn’t budge and continued on, “No you shut the fuck up! ____ has issues with people as is! She already has issues making friends and socializing! She already gets bullied! She didn’t need you coming in making her think she’s done something wrong!”

But he didn’t know you had issues with people. He never wanted you to feel like that. He never wanted to hurt you. He was just trying to protect you the only way he knew how.

Yeonjun could see a cloud of tears begin to form at his water line, causing him to close his eyes and clench his jaw, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He just wanted you safe. Safe from him and his pack. Safe from all the things that came with being attached to them. Safe from him. He didn’t know you were getting bullied.

“The hell I don’t!” Hyuka exclaimed, feeling his claws begin to elongate but refusing to care, “I know her better than anyone here! I know her better than you! And I know what she goes through on a daily basis and how hard her fucking life is! I know that she feels completely and utterly alone!”

Yeonjun didn’t care if it meant he’d have to spend the rest of his life alone. He didn’t care if it meant he’d never feel whole or loved. He didn’t care if he ended up dying from his self induced rejection of you as his mate. All he cared about was you.

“Kai stop.” The elder boy warned, his younger brother’s words piercing into his chest like a knife through butter.

All he cared about was that you’d get to be happy. That you’d get to have a normal human life. That you’d get to be healthy and unharmed. That you’d get to keep breathing. He didn’t know your life was hard. He didn’t know you felt alone in Korea.

Hearing his brother’s warning only seemed to urge him on, “People are awful to her here! They bully her worse than they bully me! Do you know how many times a day she calls her parents crying? Do you know how many times a day she wishes she could just disappear into thin air? Do you know how many times she’s gotten the hell beat out of her because some fucking students don’t think she belongs he-”

But before Huening could finish his rant, Yeonjun socked him in the face, causing him to fall back to the floor in shock.

“Do you think I wanted to do that to her?!” He spit, instantly throwing himself on top of the pup and throwing another punch into his left cheek.

The younger wolf tried to fight back but it was no use, Yeonjun was stronger. And he had lost more that day than Hyuka did. Except he couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Do you think I wanted to hurt her?!” Yeonjun demanded as he jammed his fist against his brother’s rib cage, causing him to cry out in pain.

He hated Huening Kai. He hated the words he was saying about you. He hated that he was bringing ugly truths about you he didn’t previously know to light. But mostly, he hated himself for it all.

“Do you think that was what I wanted for her?!”

For ignoring you. For not going up to you and hugging your sadness away the second he saw you. For not being able to go and comfort you. For not being able to tell you everything was going to be okay and that you weren’t alone. That you had him.

“Is that what you actually fucking think?!” Yeonjun was so lost in hashing out his feelings with his fists, he didn’t even notice when the tears started coming down his face. Or when the front door opened.

“You didn’t stop to think for one second that maybe I had a valid reason for staying away from her?!” Yeonjun punched Kai up his jaw.

He didn’t want to tell anyone. He knew the moment he did they’d try to change his mind. But his mind couldn’t change. It was too dangerous. Just the other day Beomgyu’s brother’s pack got attacked by another pack and a kid got hurt. He couldn’t let that happen to you.

“That maybe I was thinking of what’s best for her?!” Yeonjun’s knuckles were sore and raw now, not that he cared when he popped the pup in the eye.

He wasn’t gonna tell anyone really. But after Kai kept going on and on about how good you were and how horrible the world around you was he couldn’t take it anymore. He snapped.

“She’s my fucking mate do you really think I wanted to hurt her?! I was protecting her!” The eldest finally lets out with a choked sob wracking through his body, leaving just enough time for Taehyun to wrap his arms around his biceps and dive with him off the pup to the floor.

From the corner of his eye, Yeonjun could see Soobin helping a very shocked and bruised Kai off the ground. But he didn’t care.

He had finally given into his tears and began crying harshly against Taehyun’s hold. He was just trying to protect you. Now he wasn’t sure what he did to you.

“What the actual fuck is going on here?!” Beomgyu questioned as he stood in the doorway watch his brothers, one bloodied and limping, another with cuts all over his hands as he wailed violently, and his other two doing their best to keep them apart.

(Edited 2/5/2024)

[bobbybutterfly]

Did someone say Squirrel and Hedgehog sketches? No? Oh. Well. What am I to do with these then?

I guess I will just dump them here...

First up starting off strong with EMO GEUMSAEGI!!! Because what is more angsty than war? Personally I imagine Geumsaegi's favorite song to be Bring Me To Life. You know the one with the

WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!!

Geumsaegi is a very reserved... animal? Person? We'll go with character. While Juldarami is prone to big emotional out bursts. Example being him shooting at everyone when he thinks Murori died. Geumsaegi drives off to a lonely cliff to cry for Goseumdouchi after he dies.

Some Geumsaegi x Juldarami fanart. I'm a basic bitch so these two are my favorite ship. The reserved prim and proper Geumsaegi and the the cool uncle with a motorcycle energy that Juldarami has, just chef's kiss! I imagine them raising Bamsaegi as a gay couple. Aww.

Also although they are each other's primary partners they are in an open relationship. So you can ship anyone with them ( provided they are able to consent). And yes. That means even yourself.

A random squirrel in something resembling an episode one outfit.

You though we were done with emo Geumsaegi? Think again! I thought about making a Squirrel and Hedgehog edit to WAKE ME UP INSIDE but it sounds like a lot of work and I'm currently on Holiday. Though I did think about doing some animation in Procreate with my designs. Like an anime intro. With WAKE ME UP INSIDE as the opening music. We will see.

So remember the hedgehog part in Squirrel and Hedgehog. I did some studies of these spiky fellas so I can draw Roxy's favorite Goseumdouchi.

Just more hedgehogs.

First attempt at Goseumdouchi. I wanted him to be like this feminine pretty boy. You can see I'm a big fan of those characters if you scroll down my blog.

Second attempt looking far better. I also wanted him to look androgynous because I originally thought he was a girl. That's because in the original he has the same hairstyle as me. I suppose a spike style. A bob.

And there's a limit of ten imagines per post. I guess you're going to have to wait till tomorrow or some other day I get around to posting more.

We haven't even gotten to a nother one of my favorites Mulmancho (I hope I spelled the name right) and Murori.

Alongside some fun crossovers.

*laughs sinister*

[rainbow18]

What Sonic Prime took from Sonic X.

Cosmo.

Sonic’s story in Prime is pretty similar to Cosmo’s. (Also Sidenote. Cosmo’s design is pretty much Sonic’s except reversed.)

Both of them are among the last of their kinds.

Both of them got hunted down for why they survived while others didn’t. Shadow tried killing Cosmo for spying while Sonic was hunted down for his energy. (Which I will get into.)

Cosmo’s main relationship is with Tails and Sonic’s main one is with Nine, who is one of Tails’s counterparts.

Sonic’s main friends were based on Cosmo’s closest friends. For Cosmo, they are Amy, Tails, Chris, Knuckles and Cream. For Sonic, it’s Thorn, Rusty, Nine, and Dread. (But this one may just be coincidence since they are game characters and there’s no Cream, though that can be argued since in Prime, Birdie appears to be Amy’s pet like how Cheese is Cream’s pet and Froggy is Big’s)

When Shadow was hunting down Cosmo, everyone began protecting her and insisted on staying by her side when she wanted to run away from everyone. Which is more or less what happens when Nine targets Sonic.

Despite this, Cosmo ended up dying anyway and Nine got Sonic’s energy anyway and used it exactly as he would in the beginning. Although if Cosmo died earlier, they might not have been able to save everyone and Nine might not have fixed Green Hill and Sonic might have died if he got Sonic earlier. (Though that can be argued since it was heavily implied that fixing The Grim would have also fixed Green Hill.)

Both of them are too kind for their own good.

Cosmo was only in the last season of Sonic X, which had roughly 26 episodes and Sonic Prime has 25 episodes with one being double length. (Though this one is a stretch.)

Tails was reluctant to kill Cosmo but ended up doing so. While mad, Nine originally only targeted Sonic for his energy and when he calmed down, He no longer stated that Sonic’s energy was needed and only took the energy after Sonic convinced him.

Cosmo couldn’t remember much about what happened and neither could Sonic.

Chris.

Nine’s story is sort of like Chris’s. (Though Nine is more angsty)

Chris asked if his parents would return quickly from their jobs if he behaved himself and he believed them. However they didn’t, causing him to feel neglected. Nine did everything Sonic ever asked him to do no matter how much pain and torture he went through, believing that Sonic would like the Grim and hang out with him as Sonic said he would, but Sonic completely forgot about it and doesn’t listen much in general, leading Nine to feel neglected and ignored.

In the second Season’s finale, Chris stopped Sonic from going back to his world even though it would put everyone, including himself in danger. Nine didn’t want Sonic in Green Hill and In his attempt to fix the Grim, he accidentally sped up the decaying and in his quest to capture Sonic, Nine ended up endangering everyone more. (Though in Chris’s case, he didnt think much about what would happen whereas in Nine’s case, reality disappearing was why he was attacking.)

Both have an attachment to Sonic, which their shows are about.

Both were based on Tails.

Design wise, Nine does have red, which must symbolize something. (Since if not, Why not replace the red with Black, Yellow or Blue?) Red happens to be the color of Chris’s shirt.

Both were Sonic’s first friend in a new world.

In most finales of Sonic X, Sonic and Chris were supposed to leave each other. Each arc In Prime, ends with Sonic and Nine saying goodbye.

Both can be quite immature.

Chris accused Eggman of causing the problems that meant Sonic has to leave because he wanted a reason for Sonic to stay. During Part 3, more than once, Nine reminds Sonic that the Chaos Council were the ones who started the decaying.

Seeing Chris injured as well as Cosmo, caused Sonic to transform into Dark Sonic while with fake emeralds. In the cave, Nine used the Prism energy to transform Sonic into Prismatic Sonic. Both transformations only appeared once.

Amy.

During Sonic Prime, Sonic is more like Amy than his Game Counterpart.

Sonic mistakes the counterparts for each other, though he later changes it to them being similar to each other even though Game Sonic had seen counterparts of his friends before. Amy often mistakes other hedgehogs for Sonic.

Amy is really affectionate and often wants to hug others, especially Sonic. In Prime, Sonic is really affectionate and wants to be friends with everyone and often tries hugging others, to their annoyance. (Though Nine did eventually initiate a hug.)

Amy has reformed antagonists and so does Sonic in Prime. Pretty much everyone in Prime wanted to attack Sonic at some point. (Although in X, Amy’s speech to Shadow was given to Chris.)

Both Amy in X and Sonic in Prime can get really excited.

Shadow.

Nine’s arc is also somewhat similar to Shadow’s.

Design wise, Most of Nine’s clothes and stuff are black like Shadow’s fur. (Though he also has yellow and blue to symbolize Tails and Sonic and red, possibly to symbolize Chris.) Shadow’s quills stick in the opposite direction of Sonic’s and Nine’s hair usually faces himself, unlike Tails’s hair, which faces away.

Shadow calls Sonic a faker and doesn’t like being compared to him. Similarly Nine dislikes being compared to Tails and doesn’t like his resemblance to Sails or Mangey.

Both of them were going to let the world disappear until they received a speech. In Shadow’s case, the speech reminded him of Maria whereas in Nine’s case, Sonic reminded Nine of what he originally wanted and planned.

Shadow wanted to target Cosmo after finding out that she was spying on everyone. Nine wanted to hunt Sonic down after realizing that his energy was needed to stop the decaying.

They both endangered and attacked others in their attempts to get to their targets.

They are both dark foils to Sonic. (And to a lesser extent, Tails.)

Shadow’s fate is unclear at the end of X, similarly Nine’s fate is up to interpretation.

Shadow did originally allow Tails to be left alone if he allowed him to get to Cosmo. Nine did originally mostly focus on Sonic and only attacked Shadow because Shadow wanted to help Sonic.

Even in Prime, Nine and Shadow have similar dialogue and actions.

Sonic and Tails.

There are elements from X that are similar to Sonic and Nine and Tails in Prime.

Both of their meetings were similar and based on how Sonic and Tails met in the games. (Except in Nine’s case, Sonic had Tails’s role while he had Sonic’s role.)

Even Sonic’s flashback, while similar, it’s not a perfect match to how Sonic and Tails met in the games.

In his grief, Tails blamed Sonic for Cosmo’s death, screaming that he believed in him. Meanwhile in his insanity, Nine blames Sonic entirely for his villain arc and everything that he did.

We never got to see Sonic and Tails reconciling, instead Sonic only has flashbacks and declares that they will work together again when Chris leaves Sonic’s world. Similarly we barely see Sonic speaking to the prime characters.

[thecameronchronicles]

The Foster-Part Three

TW: hints at smut. Language. Angsty situations.

SUMMARY: Situations arise that being certain relationships to light, as well as desires and tensions….

WORD COUNT: 1700

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 3

She was flawless in every way you picked yourself apart and it made your eyes narrow at her. It was the only action in which allowed Kiara to find something to like about you, a mutual loathing for the effortless beauty that was Sarah Cameron. Leaving a string of insecure girls and aroused men in her wake without the means or care of doing either. At least to everyone but John B, it seemed. 

"Haven't you done enough?" Kiara shot as she stood before John B, your eyes widened as JJ leaned over to you. 

"Sarah got our golden boy fired after he borrowed some scuba gear..." 

"Stole, you mean-"

"Doesn't matter. Just goes on to prove once again why you can't trust Kooks..." 

But if you happened to learn the details of their mutual disgust for her presence, nobody validated this more than Kiara. 

"Don't you have a boyfriend to irritate? Some friends to stab in the back?"

"This isn't about you Kiara." She tried to look back towards John B, resuming a conversation that didn't have a chance to begin. Her siren eyes flashing to you for only a moment before you looked at John B. 

"You shouldn't even be here." The girls continued to throw cruel remakes at one another before you recognized the fire behind Kiara's eyes. The one that would come just seconds before she would lunge, something you believed you knew well as you'd done the same. Many times. 

"It isn't worth it..." You explained before Sarah scoffed. 

"And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"I don't know what's going on, but-"

"Stay out of this-"The way Sarah projected her hand to your face was enough to alter any potential kindness into an upset rivaling even Kiara's. 

"I think you're on the wrong side of the island, Barbie. Maybe you need to get back to whatever ken doll you've managed to victimize long enough to realize you're pretty dense otherwise-" You tapped her temple as she hit your hand away. 

"You think because you're new that your opinion matters. Hate to break it to you, sweetheart. You don't. You and whatever sob story you rode in on. Piece of advice, you might want to try putting a little effort in because whatever tragedy is responsible for the bags under your eyes will only make people feel bad for so long. Won't be enough for anyone to stay-" The very thing you tried to keep from happening to Kiara had now been what forced John B to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from attacking Sarah. 

But from the second he pulled you away, you were able to feel every pull of each muscle as he took you into safe parameters. For Sarah's sake. When you were finally released, you repressed a pout as you found an odd comfort in his grasp. 

"Come on, Rocky..." He teased while taking you into his room within The Chateau. 

"If all Kooks are like that, I can see why you don't get along."

"Usually Sarah's actually manageable...Until recently, anyway."

"Yeah JJ told me about the scuba gear. Why did you take it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." He confessed before looking over his shoulder. "And they'd kill me if I did "

"Well I have nothing but time and need something to calm myself down before I find out just how many hair extensions she has." 

"Damn, scrapper...okay...But just keep an open mind." And with this, John B began to tell you every detail that had transpired since before he was sent away into the system. Details of treasure and gold. A sunken Grady White and a dead body. An old compass and its connection to a clue that brought him unintentionally to now. But where he expected you to become even more inquisitive or even confused, you just laughed. 

"Fine then, don't tell me."

"I'm serious. My dad spent his entire life looking into it. Taking our rent money and just disappearing-" He was suddenly on his feet.

 "Come here..." He took you across the hall and into his dad's office. Walls littered with research of an old maritime vessel you pegged as "The Royal Merchant." Your fingers came to the collection of books, mostly too dusty to appreciate a lack of care for, until looking back at him. 

"He left this..." A tape recorder placed what had been a final message along with a map. The contents sending your mouth wide. 

"Shit..."

"And I was on my way to finding out more before being hijacked by the state-"

"What exactly are you after?"

"400 million..." Pope spoke in the doorway. 

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't ignore the fact you had my back with Sarah, but it doesn't mean I forgot you stole my clothes." Kie added.

"Actually, I gave them to her..." John B defended, his eyes reaching across the space to you rather slow climb as you adored the attention and defense for a moment. 

"Well still...I guess you're one of us now..."

"You should have seen the look on her face. I don't think I've ever seen a princess that pissed..." JJ finally entered. 

"She knows..." Pope explained, slightly disappointed. 

"Good because in case y'all haven't noticed, we aren't the best at keeping a low profile..." 

"Speaking of that..." John B suddenly alerted you all of the new and unwanted arrival. 

"JJ..." Kiara warned. 

"Swear to God wasn't me...I don't think..."

"J!"

John B collected your hand within his own. 

"I'm trusting you. Please don't make me regret it." He spoke into your ear, squeezing your hand just enough to leave an impression of the warmth he could allow. His body leaning down to you as if to tell you it would be alright. 

"If they see you, they'll take you both back!" Kiara reminded as everyone looked to one another before you and John B were ultimately left waiting for the other to offer some grand masterplan. 

"Closet. I'll take care of them..." Kiara spoke somewhat reluctantly before pushing you to the direction of his room. Before you could object, the bedroom door came closed. 

"If you felt better about it, I could probably squeeze under the bed-" You would allow him even a second before taking him within the closet, the sound of steps approaching having meant you escaped in the nick of time once again. 

"Maybe if I had you around the first time, I never would have been caught..." He spoke in a low whisper. .

"But then you never would have been blackmailed." You reminded, reading the tension of his torso as it was forced against you. The heavy exhales forced from shirt inhales making you well aware of just how close he was within the darkness. 

"You can trust me, John B." He scoffed. 

"Sarah said the same..."

"I'm not her..." You could feel his smile. 

"You definitely aren't..." The sudden sensation of his fingers against your knuckles pulled your own breath to quiet. Even though your heart hammered within your chest, you couldn't help but wonder if it was with intent. Because of this, you remained still. Growing more desperate by the second. 

"I'm glad you did."

"What?" 

"Blackmailed me. It wouldn't be nearly this much fun without you. Or entertaining..." You smirked to yourself. 

"Or..." He continued, his touch having now rested on your elbow as it made that stealthy climb. 

"Or?" Your voice was weak, truly consumed by the moment and the closing proximity that continued from adrenaline and apparent fate set you a part of. 

"Okay all-" JJ tore the doors open, revealing just how close you and John B had been. An unnecessary closeness that existed from your need to be close to one another. 

"Uh..."

"It's late." Kiara interrupted Pope's inability to formulate a sentence of any kind. 

"Yeah..." John B clenched his jaw in disappointment. 

Within a handful of minutes, Kiara returned home after following Pope to his father's borrowed truck to wish a good night, leaving JJ asleep on the couch, and you unsure of where you'd rest for the night. But one thing was for certain, you needed to wash the day off. Between running the night before and the near scuffle an hour prior, you were anxious for that cleansing feeling. 

"I don't think Kie left anything else, but you can borrow a shirt of mine..." 

"You sure?" He nodded. 

"Least I can do for how you defended us..." 

You nodded, slipping across the hall before starting the water. Testing the stream below, you turned to find John B's reflection in the mirror. His eyes trained on you in a way of regret for having been interrupted prior. Your lips pulled to a widening grin before you teased your fingers along the line of your shirt. But just before he would learn of your proclivity of white lace, you closed the door. 

The shower was uneventful yet sultry in theory. You imagined John B making his way into the steamed room, collecting the curtain in a forced pull, and joining you to enact the visions that contradicted your attempt to get clean. Yet the events of the night brought you to smirk at yourself in comparison. You hardly knew him. Even if he made your thighs press whenever he was close and offered some sense of safety you could explain. He was really no more than a stranger. 

With heartbreak eyes. Tempting lips. Muscles that could pull you effortlessly away from gravity. It was enough to bring a blush to his cheeks and your hand in a teasing descent before you remembered how close he had been. How his chest fell against yours. How his breath rested at your lips…

Because of this, you retracted any attempt to silence that need between your legs and finally exited from the shower. But once doing so, you became nervous on what you'd say when seeing him again after your near peep show seconds before shutting the door. After a moment's hesitation, you decided it was better to face the music, but found him looking at you instead. 

Without a word, just as your lips parted to speak, he moved into you. His hands at your hips as he walked you back into the sink. A final look for consent offered to you before he then surprised you with a soft kiss. But it was that instant collision that offered only a glimpse of the passion he was capable of. 

Passion you were soon to learn from this unexpected turn of events. 

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[athousandbyeol]

wip tag

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

tagged by @silverquillsideas :) thanks for the tag.

i just realised i have so many wips... hahaha

we're the shape of our love (even if it's imperfect) [forcebook/former muay thai player force x basketballer book/hurt/comfort, angst, slice of life, hope] this is supposed to be the second part of the story written from force's pov. i couldn't find the rhythm so i ended up writing only a few paragraphs and stopped. i might get back to it someday.

it's the buzzing sound [forcebook] this has no title tbh, but from what i remember, this was supposed to be another angsty forcebook story.

and i shall wait for you, even when the world is blue. [morkday/angst] this document is literally blank hahaha i didn't know why there was nothing written. maybe i just thought the title was beautiful but couldn't really think about the story.

we fall like the stars (and i'm wishing upon you)/it only takes seven days (and all i need is seven more) [original characters/forcebook/angst, death, bittersweet] so i have this idea that i wanted to write (note: try) during my semester break. it's an original story based on forcebook as the main characters. the official title for this story is a secret but right now, i'm constructing the character profile and the plot of the story. this one is going to be a bit dark and sad (if i ever write it).

never the same [forcebook/office romance, fluff] i had this floofy idea while i was watching the mv for sam kim's scent. i wanted to write this one today but i couldn't find the spark in me to begin so... but i'll write it someday. hopefully!

lights down low [topmew/introspective, sharing a bed] this was another idea vomit i had after i saw a few topmew gifsets. i was reminded of how heartbreakingly adorable top looked snuggling close to mew. so... yeah.

hollow prayers from mere sinners. [morkday/forbidden love] i think i got this idea after watching ep 9. it was based on their bam bam in the ham scene. but i posted a story inspired by the scene titled once again, i'll say it whenever i can. so, this might not be a wip? hahaha idk

tell me [topmew, topboston, topboeing/angst, polyamorous relationship, heartbreak] i wrote a few paragraphs today but i couldn't find the drive to write it. but yes, this might be posted at the most random time and on the most random day so...

these are all my wips and they're mainly forcebook :') it shows how much i miss actors!forcebook that i keep writing scenarios just to feed the longing in me omo

tagging my writer friend @forcebookish because i don't have many friends and i'm just a weird potato

(anyone who sees this and is interested in participating, feel free to do so!)

[guttedz0mbie]

MEET CYE

Hes not part of the lykel arc btw.

Cye can switch between his human form and Alien(natural) form. Although the transformation is kinda icky.

So how did he get to Earth?

At the ripe age of 10 his planet was about to collide with another. The impact would have killed every single alien on the planet. Evacuation was called, but in order to escape the planet you had to have a space ship (obviously). Not everyone owned one, only those who served in the space force had one. Luckily Cye's parents(who were already out of the planet prior to the evactuation for work) owned a small ship so his brother(15 at the time)took him and himself to the ship. It took a long time to actually leave the planet because many aliens begged to get on the ship by rocking it or trying to break in. Sadly the ship could only fit about 5 people max or it wouldnt be able to take off. Dahlo(Cye's Brother) didnt want Cye to see the choas so in panic he drugged him so that he would fall asleep. Last thing he saw was his planet and everyone on it seconds from being destroyed

He woke up on a shore of a California Beach. The date is October 31. He couldnt find his brother or the ship. He tried to look around for him. So he went into a nearby building. The building was a Bar who was having a costume party. Everyone was extremly drunk so when Cye walked in with his alien form, they all assumed it was some costume. Cye learned that in order to blend in he had to look like one of them. So he "cloned" the nearest person to him and took their form. He stayed their for a while and the next day the staff just decided to put him to work at the place and raise him.

About Cye

He is an outgoing Goober who works as a bartender during the night. He has no style and mostly wears silly polo shirts. He has an intrest in art and he doodles in the afternoon at a nearby cafe shop. He loves that place because its quiet and the food is banging. He also has an itty bitty crush on one of the workers their, Cole. they hang out a lot . He is bilingual he speaks english and spanish. Cye also researches a lot about alien sightings, he thinks it would be able to help him track his brother and other surviving aliens.

>Old Concepts<

Cye was originally supposed to be an angsty teen with a younger brother but ig the plot really wasnt going anywhere with that so i scratched it :P.

He was also going to have a color pallete of green and blue but i wanted him to have a more pleasing color cuz the green wasnt doing it for me.

Thats really it uhh sorry if it doesnt make any sense, im not really good at explaining things. Feel free to ask questions about him and thanks @jingle-my-jangle for the name suggestion :3

[coolbeansbuddyofmine]

Helurrrr

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

yasmeanie <3,

well, i'll get to it then. the rainbow is answered so i'll just do the other two! i will /try/ to be concise but again, no promises.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

considering who's asked this question, i suppose the fun answer would be vibes. and i guess that encapsulates what is the most important part to me---the mood, the tone, the themes they just need to feel right to me. i personally enjoy writing more emotional, character study-esque, introspective fics which is partially from my literature background in literary analyses. don't get me wrong, plot and characters and world-building is fun and all, but i think the emotional crux of the fic is most important to me which is why my tags are less technical or setting-based, and more like 'angst' or 'hurt/comfort' which tends to deal with the emotional gravitas of the work.

i think part of this is done through figurative language, so language is important to me. i think, first and foremost, i'm a poet and that translates to my prose and my fics, which tend to be more poetic, metaphorical filled with grandeur; purple prose if you will.

so yay emotions!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

oh fun!

so i have adhd and ive been working on multiple projects at once (as per usual, typical coolbeans honestly)

and here are the final chapters of my two favorite unfinished multichaps currently (with blurbs!)

so this is chapter 8 of the office au i've been writing for f4! i'm pretty far through but im still sorting out some plot details and trying to find time to write it all!

so this is my uber-fave (and only) fiery priest fic that im hella obsessed with right now and i'm soooo close to finishing chapter 4 i just need to power through for a couple hours and i should be done.

as for my up and coming work(s), i have lots of fun things !

this is for my despised beloves strangers again the show i cant get enough and it ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. i want to give my baby hara the justice she deserves bc everyone in that show did her dirty and i will redeem her myself so be it. i said fuck canon and redid the ending as i deserve to

this is lawschool fic bc i saw something on pinterest and was inspired. it's all fluff pointless romance really.

this one i've had in my reserves since december when i watched the show and i WAS obsessed bc my man yim siwan needs to portray more green flag cuties but i also wanted horny daebeom

these two are what i like to call my sister fics. they're the folklore and evermore if you will. the sidecouple angst in two different flavours. if you've read beware the villainess, the first is like where she finally manages to get him freed, a post canon work, and the second as the title states, is canon divergence and still angsty but more adultier flavoured. more hurt.

i love love yona and yohan from beware the villainess this is them in case u dont know they are my favorite grumpy saintess queen x sunshine wizard simp

i've been really into manhwas since early last year (honestly if u follow me dedicatedly anywhere on social media, you'd probably already know this) and i have some i want to write for!

love,

rosey posey <3 (coolbeans/ro)

link to the original post if anyone else wants to ask me more! i'm finally back (proper) for the better i think <3 ask me more things im currently accepting prompts <3 !!!

[haloburns]

⭐

Here's a star for the director's commentary thingy :3 Excited to see what you pick to talk about

aww thank you!!

IM GONNA TALK ABOUT GHOST LIGHT

(for those of u new here, ghost light is my danny phantom oc ship, consisting of danny and mateo. mateo is my pfp)

so i started this angsty au series of my own series, right?? it started with a half-assed christmas fic that i speed wrote christmas eve and then abandoned. then like.... a little over a year later, i get this idea for an au and realize it's THEE perfect prequel to this christmas fic. so i start dabbling with it in between other projects and i fully intend to finish it before i post it because it's not THAT big a deal, and very few people actually follow me for my oc content ANYWAY but in march of this year i was like "okay. that's it. i need validation!!!" so i posted the first two chapters

then i decided i was burnt out from writing danny phantom stuff due to lack of engagement and jumped over to legend of zelda (pack server my beloved) and have spent the last few months recovering over there. except every time i plan on working on my next update for one of my fics over there, i end up with this fic again. EVERY. TIME.

"this isn't what i really want" is based on the idea that things would've played out differently if danny and mateo hadn't been roommates to begin with. the idea that "what if danny and mateo weren't roommates? what if danny was already ghost king? what if mateo never found out that danny was phantom?" drove the idea, but unfortunately, those two are like barbies i smush together magnets that can't be drawn away, and i realized that them having a "we're just friends :)" kind of relationship while fuckin nasty and pretending no one can tell was EXACTLY the vibe i wanted. this is one of those frustrating fics because everything would be solved IF THEY JUST TALKED TO EACH OTHER but their own fears keep them from being honest

which is why i like the title so much bc the context changes as the fic goes on and i am a slut for that shit

MORE DETAILS UNDER THE READ MORE BC THIS GOT LONG LMAO

it was only supposed to be a few chapters long, MAYBE 20k, and now i'm looking at 8 chapters, roughly 45k. AND I HAVE ACTUALLY PLANNED THE ENDING AND HAVE IT ALMOST COMPLETELY FINISHED!!!

but my favorite part about writing this fic has just been like... playing around with narrative stuff. the first chapter happens over the course of like. ten minutes. and it's so super gay and yearning and poetic. then the second chapter like. zooms through the night until danny and mateo are in an alcove all but fucking. then we jump to chapter three and get a deeper insight into these variations' minds and i reveal the level of dumbassery to be expected from this fic lmao i've also had a lot of fun pulling pieces from other fics i've written/published to tie together and change their context! they're fun little nods to my other works and has been such a fun exercise in "okay. so they do x because of y... but what if i change y to z, what would they do then???"

and then chapter four!! i actually have a completely different version that i originally intended to use, but as i got to the end of chapter 3, i realized, they would not fucking do that. so i recontextualized what i'd written and it turned into a whole different beast, once again showcasing the boys' whole fucking dumbassery on display for literally EVERYONE EXCEPT THEMSELVES TO SEE i just really loved them playing in the morning while continuing to delude themselves that This Meant Nothing to either of them

chapter five was actually not supposed to be entirely from luke's pov but it turned out to work best for pushing the story through more time quickly, and to also see the boys from an (mostly) outside perspective to showcase just how STUPID they're being. the conversations mirrored each other almost exactly but in ways unique to each of them that was so much fun to play with. luke and danny's relationship is much more antagonistic sibling-coded than luke and mateo's. luke is definitely filling the older sibling role for both of them, but in danny's case, he already has a meddling older sister, so his and luke's relationship follows that same pattern. luke is fine with that, he has that relationship with some of his sisters in both directions (he's the middle and only boy). but with mateo, he's the oldest, so he revels in the soft guiding older sibling advice luke gives him, and it's SO OBVIOUS in this chapter. danny and luke shouting and throwing things at each other whereas luke and mateo having a softer conversation, although both of them culminate in the same advice: just talk to him. then ofc we finish with jamie and luke talkin about his tendency to meddle and we get to see a silent peek at danny and mateo's relationship when others aren't watching which is just... so precious to me

now my plans for the last three chapters...... rubs hands together with an evil grin

so i never intended this fic to be as in depth as the main series, so chapter six jumps to the end of the year. end of the year celebration that ends in a "last night on earth" kind of deal with danny and mateo, and it's fuckin RAUNCHY but i'm really proud of it. dunno how it ends yet (maybe that's what my writer's block is... maybe if i figure out where i'm going, then i'll be able to finish it) it's... mostly just lots of gay pining while being rawed lmao

but then i realized nothing interesting happens in sophomore and junior years that would be worth mentioning, bc there's not ghost shenanigans that anyone else is involved with, so i decided to just.... skip forward lmao and i did it in THEE funniest style imaginable: a glee recap. it's literally titled "here's what you missed last time on..." and then there's an actual glee style recap where vanessa runs through the big events and we get some glee-recap quotes and end on an open ending.

then i proceed to cram the events of one year into a single chapter. the plan is danny and mateo get caught goin at it during a party, but they don't remember being visible. so mateo's confused when everyone is congratulating him on finally getting together with danny and he panics. and ends the relationship. this is like...late october?? so he and danny avoid each other until break. then break happens, they come back and mateo meets tony.

so, those of you who've read the main series will know the name Tony. he is a bitch. he hurts danny (emotionally) but he's not really a bad guy. he's just kind of a dick. he serves as an emotional flashpoint for ghost light in the original fic, and he does here as well, but this time it's slightly more passive?? and gentle?? i actually LIKE him this time lmao

the fic ends in an unsatisfying way, and that's on purpose. danny and mateo make amends for one final night, the night before graduation, but after that... they don't say anything and continue on like they have been. so they move away and drift apart and don't see each other again... until the christmas fic, which is hallmark levels of ridiculousness lmao

AND I'M SO CLOSE TO FINISHING THIS FIC!! i'm done with chapter 7, and chapters 6 & 8 are in their final acts. i'm gonna post them all at once and then turn my attention to finishing the hallmark fic!! i just... really love this story. i love getting to play with the characters and motivations and their ties to each other, how different things might've been if things had happened just a little differently, even if it is with my own work. there are like. seven people who give a shit about mateo and the stories i'm telling with him, and they keep me going with these fics!! writing in a fandom that actually gives praise and feedback makes it easier to work on my mateo stories, and whether the pack knows it or not, they're the reason i'm able to even CONSIDER finishing this story and i'm so grateful for that

BUT I'LL BE DONE NOW BC THIS IS ALREADY SO FUCKING LONG LMAO

thank you for giving me the opportunity to scream about this fic bc so far, only my sister has heard me yell about it and i figure she's due for a break LMAO

[practically-an-x-man]

Ok so like I know Indie is edgy about it and stuff which understandable but I can't stop thinking about what could've been with her family 🥺

!Spoilers I guess for the fic!

But like it's sad! It's sad Satine was murdered and it's sad that Obi Wan and her obviously weren't able to get Indie when she was older. It's sad that they had to hide her alone on a planet in the first place! Or felt like they had to.. I wonder if their spirits(?) Or at least Obi Wan's force ghost self? I wonder if he forever feels that guilt of abandoning her...

Yeah... I thought a lot about that when I was writing the fic too

Spoilery things under the cut

So yeah, for one, it really does suck that they had to hide her on Corellia at all, even if the original plan was just for a few years until things died down enough to retrieve her. But think about it: if she grew up somewhere else, even if they were careful, eventually something would slip about who her parents were. And then she's a diplomatic bargaining chip or a youngling trained too early in the Force at best, flat-out ransom at worst. Her parents would've had a lot of enemies, and very powerful enemies at that, and the safest thing was just to not let those enemies realize Indigo existed at all.

And then... obviously that plan fell apart, but the initial idea was well-intentioned at least.

Second thing: fun fact, the original draft for this story DID have Indie interact with Obi-Wan's Force ghost at some point, in more detail than the one whisper she gets after the final battle. It was supposed to occur before the final battle, basically in place of having her captured on the Judgement. She was going to have a bit of an identity crisis after Maz broke the news to her, and fly off to where Obi-Wan's Force ghost was last spotted to have a conversation with him. I was going to have Hux there as well, since Indie doesn't know how to fly a ship and she'd want him there with her anyway.

In my head, it would've been a bit of tension in and of its own right, at first. Obi-Wan would try and apologize and explain (and yes, he feels incredibly guilty for what happened to her), but Indie would get overwhelmed by the emotion and lash out at him at first (and understandably, I mean, she was left on Corellia). It would end on a bit of an angsty note too, where she basically tells him that he was never her father before storming off. Once she leaves, Obi-Wan would stop Hux before he follows her, just long enough to tell him to look after her since Obi-Wan couldn't. It's basically a stamp of approval for Hux, or the closest thing. Meanwhile, Indigo was looking for closure and didn't find it.

(the idea here is that then, in the final battle, her reclaiming her name and ancestry is that much more impactful since she tried so hard to avoid it before)

In the end, I felt like that scene wouldn't really work for the main fic, for a few reasons.

I feel like it was accomplished well enough with the Maz scene, and having the Obi-Wan scene also might have felt redundant. Indigo's lingering trauma over her parents is a big part of her character, but there's a lot more to her than just whining about being left behind

Having them interact directly with Obi-Wan's Force ghost felt too easy. Usually the Force ghosts only appear to people when they need it and nobody else can help. Seeking them out is different, and Indigo has other people who help her get through that pain. As much as I love Ex Machina references in this fic, I try to avoid actual deus ex machinas like that. Obi-Wan is dead, there shouldn't be an easy way out.

I feel like it's more impactful not to have so much direct confrontation, closure or not. Indigo gets one whisper, and that's all she needs. Her parents have never been a figure in her life, and while she carries that trauma with her, she wouldn't get much out of seeing Obi-Wan in person as opposed to hearing the story from Maz

It took us away from the action, while the Judgement scene allowed them to keep things moving in a forward direction. The idea struck me, and I didn't think I could fit both ideas in whole maintaining the timeline of the movie decently well, so the Judgement scene won out

This answer got a lot longer than I meant it, I apologize. But you actually struck on something that was a big factor in weaving this fic together, so I wanted to talk about it! Thank you for the ask, I always love the chance to talk about my writing! I try to put a lot of nuance and detail into the characters and themes of my writing, so I will take any excuse to talk about it lol

[cywscross]

Do you have any scum villain fanfic recs? (I also haven't read it but you've never led me wrong with recs haha)

Omg I have so many, I'll rec some of my favs ^_^

Unveiling The Imposter by ladyflufffluff

While tracking a suspicious fortune-teller, Shen Qingqiu falls unconscious. The fortune-teller extracts a glowing orb from his body, telling Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge that this Shen Qingqiu is an imposter, and they can see for themselves if they don't believe it.

Alternatively, the Demon Lord and Peak Lords watch Scum-Villain's Self-Saving System.

Characters Watch the Series fanfic. Post-Canon.

[This was actually the fic that got me into SVSSS. I was reading TCF reaction fics, ran out, stumbled on this one in a collection, and decided to give it a try. Since it's a reaction fic in its early stages, it basically gave me an introduction to the canon. Obviously since it's reacting to canon, the ship is the canon one, but the current chapters cover just past the Lingxi Caves/Demon Invasion part, and I immediately latched onto the Liu Qingge and Shen Yuan dynamic, so that's what I went looking for, and I haven't managed to crawl back out of this rabbit hole ever since, rip me.]

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Keep Me Anyway by Starrs__00 [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Shen Qingqiu's been pretending that pretending doesn't hurt, because what's the alternative? The system has its rules, and he'd rather not die.

But Liu Qingge, thank god, is one step ahead of him.

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In which Shen Qingqiu is Liu Qingge's soulmate. Really. Truly.

[The second SVSS fic I read. Evidently, it was so good I officially became a LiuShen shipper from this point on.]

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The Grand Unified Theory of Shěn Qīngqiū by 00janeblonde [Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu/Yue Qingyuan]

Shěn Qīngqiū new game pluses himself into a happy ending and unlocks some premium content along the way.

This fic is endgame Shěn Qīngqiū/Liǔ Qīnggē/Yuè Qīngyuán.

It takes time for the characters to get together, but there is zero partner infidelity and very little angst. There's lots of pining, but it's happy pining. This is fluff. Everyone is happy and loving and supportive.

[THE #1 worldbuilding fic in the SVSSS fandom, it's amazing, the ship development is done well, there's found family elements, and it's long as fuck and still going. The one thing I thought I wouldn't like - the reason for an arc 1 and an arc 2 - didn't even matter anymore once I started arc 2 because it's just that well written.]

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where your love has always been enough for me by backspacedintooblivion (Evil_and_I_know_it) [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Qingqiu shook his head no, still unable to process the fact that Liu Qingge was standing in front of him, making a rescue attempt.

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“And Yue Qingyuan is supposed to protect you,” Liu Qingge retorted. “But things don’t always go the way we want them to.”

Or

Liu Qingge comes to rescue Shen Qingqiu when no one else would, despite being dead, and things only get stranger from there.

[I got curious about Liu Qingge/Original Shen Qingqiu after I realized from GUT that Shen Jiu (original SQQ) had a lot more depth than the one-dimensional villain that the reaction fic I read had showed, so that's what I looked up next. Needless to say, I ended up liking LiuJiu even more than LiuShen. LiuShen is usually more light-hearted I think, and I enjoy it a lot, but LiuJiu generally includes the angsty hurt/comfort I love, with a very solid foundation in learning how to understand each other and trust each other and respect each other, plus some low-key world-burning loyalty on top. They're the very definition of direct opposites attract, but they're also so similar in the way they devote their whole selves to the things they care about. Exactly the kind of dynamic I adore ^_^ (Not all of this is shown in this particular fic ofc, I just got ramble-y about them lmao. I'll rec more LiuJiu and LiuShen below.)]

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i've trodden the forest by AMereDream [Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan]

Now, Yue Qingyuan won't pretend to be anything he is not. He is achingly aware of his own guilt complex and how he rarely, if ever, questions Xiao Jiu because of it. He wouldn't have been able to become Sect Leader if he was blind to his faults.

But it has been two weeks.

Two weeks of Xiao Jiu following him around, existing in his periphery, only slipping away for a few hours in the morning to teach his students. Even then he returns the moment the lessons are over, never lingering for longer than he needs to.

Presumably he went back to his Peak at night to change his clothes, but Yue Qingyuan has never seen him leave.

In which Shen Qingqiu gets a second chance, but is still allergic to talking it out. Instead, why shouldn't he plaster himself to Yue Qingyuan's side and refuse to leave?

[I don't super ship these two, but I don't dislike it either. It's pretty good.]

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Two for the Price of One by AMereDream [Shen Jiu/Shen Yuan/Yue Qingyuan]

In which a year after his first, Shen Qingqiu falls prey to a second major Qi Deviation. There are now two Shen Qingqiu's walking around - Yue Qingyuan is pleased with this new development, Shen Jiu immediately gets very attached, and Shen Yuan does not mind all this as much as he probably should.

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Try These UNFAILABLE Tips for Getting Fired! Number 9 Will Shock You by AMereDream [Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan]

In much the same way you would want to get fired rather than leave your job yourself for the severance benefits, Shen Jiu tries to see how far he can go before he is made to leave.

Fortunately for everyone, since he already knows that violence isn't a dealbreaker to the Sect Leader, he instead decides he'll just demand affection from him -- because surely Yue Qingyuan would rather send him away than let him be close to him, right?

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Abyssal Paradise by DevinePhoenix

Shen Yuan gets to start his new life as a happy fox in what is literally Hell. He likes it here, they have so many cute creatures for him to study.

However Shen Yuan is also a millennial and he will have his creature comforts if he has to build them himself. In which the best motivation for a lazy person is to put in a lot of effort at the start so they can laze off in even more comfort later. Also known as, Shen Yuan builds a house in the Abyss.

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Vision of Happiness by GT_GoldenTrashbag [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Qingqiu is chosen and given a vision of the few lives where he is happy.

The others are confused at his sudden change.

What did he see?

Who did he see?

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Easy Mode by Asymptotical [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Shen Qingqiu didn't really consider that there might be drawbacks to a system who was devoted to both lore and genuine experiences, until he was dying of it.

Getting to repeat from the start as many times as he needed to figure it out didn't help. Nothing really did, until the System offered an easy mode. He just had to unlock it, and then he could let Liu Qingge do all the work.

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voluntary victim by technorat [Liu Qingge/Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu]

Looking back at everything, Shen Qingqiu comes to a conclusion: everything that went wrong in his first life happened because of him.

Or, the Peak Lords search for Shen Qingqiu. Too bad he doesn't want to be found.

[This is EXACTLY my cup of angsty hurt/comfort tea, to the point where I don't even care too much about Luo Binghe being part of the ship. If you saw the tags on my last ask about SVSSS, you'll know I don't like LBH, the original or the SVSSS version, especially when shipped with either version of Shen Qingqiu, but that's a personal thing, I know the canon ship is pretty much the most popular ship in this fandom, so you'll most likely won't have a problem with him. Anyway, everything else about this fic is excellent, and the majority of the romance development is between Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu, plus ever since reading GUT, I really like the Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu are the same person trope, so there's that in here too. Definitely give this one a try, it's one of my top favourites.]

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those secret worlds you call eyes by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

On a mission, Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge are exposed to a plant that all but curses them to be touching each other at all times.

Except... the plant really shouldn't be affecting two alphas like that...

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hollow moon by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Liu Qingge retrieves what is left of Shen Qingqiu from the Water Prison.

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to breathe in by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

In one lifetime, Liu Qingge was little more than a ghost, watching as all of Shen Qingqiu's mistakes caught up to him.

In this lifetime, Liu Qingge would make things be better.

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forever and ever and ever and ever by pennydaniels [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Jiu saves Liu Qingge's life. Liu Qingge isn't the type of person to let debts go unpaid.

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tangled in the hanging tree by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu]

Qiu Jianluo is a ghost, one whose resentment has driven him to gain new power.

Shen Qingqiu is captured.

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running out of holy places by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu]

Shen Qingqiu is brought to the Water Prison to await trial for his many crimes.

Liu Qingge fights against the ticking clock in order to save Shen Qingqiu.

Luo Binghe no longer knows what he wants.

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hustling for the good life by Chesra [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Jiu is a simple demonic cultivator who just wants to do his job, except that white-robed cultivator from Cang Qiong Mountain keeps getting in the way.

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it’s a crime you’re not around most of the time by backspacedintooblivion (Evil_and_I_know_it) [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

“Speak for yourself A-Jiu,” Liu Qingge shot back. “I can’t believe your shizun still calls you that. Are you five?”

Shen Qingqiu pinched him again, unable to do more than that. He had dragged Liu Qingge to an empty practice field on Qing Jing, too ashamed to face his martial siblings with the great idiot tied to him.

“Like Yan-shishu doesn’t call you Mingming any chance he gets,” he hissed.

“Shut up!”

Liujiu get tied together as a measure to force them to work together. It doesn't go quite as planned.

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Absent Without Leaving by Invidia_Envy

In which, Shen Qingqiu realized what he longed for the most was freedom. Being a peak lord of Qing Jing didn't let him do that often, he envied Liu Qingge who could ditch his peak's brats so easily and go outside as he pleased.

Why did Liu Qingge could do as he pleased whilst he had to stay demure in his peak? Spitefully, Shen Qingqiu also began to leave his disciples to their own devices after picking up his last disciple to appease Ning Yingying.

For Luo Binghe, his Shizun was an enigma. A puzzle with many missing details, a sea with immeasurable depth. His Shizun is his hero. Every time his Shizun appeared, it was always in the direst situation which would be quickly resolved. Ming Fan came and bullied him? Snatching off his mother's jade? His Shizun came and the jade was back in Luo Binghe's hand.

A demon invasion when no strong people home? His Shizun returned and stopped them.

Pretty sure Shizun pushed him into the abyss for his own sake too. That's right. Luo Binghe didn't have any shred of doubt towards his mysterious and wise Shizun.

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Many an Ill to Cure by Asymptotical [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

The system abandoned him with nothing but a cryptic message. It took Shen Qingqiu days to realize that it was referring to a single throwaway line in a filler chapter.

He could have done with a bit more warning about being married.

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Purple by Asymptotical [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

It would have been nice, just once, for Without a Cure to act like a normal poisoning that didn't time itself for dramatic effect. Especially when dramatic effect involved being several hundred feet in the air on a sword.

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Hang Our Tent Like Perfumed Bells by Asymptotical [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Airplane tries to avert the plot by making sure that both Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu miss the pivotal moment when Luo Binghe joins the sect.

It causes a lot of problems, spawns another transmigrator, sets off a plot that wasn't supposed to trigger for decades, diverts a plot that was supposed to trigger now, and overall is a much better outcome for everyone involved.

(Well, everyone on Cang Qiong)

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altar by fencesit [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

By the time Shen Qingqiu notices the excess light filling the burial chamber, it's already much too late.

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The Ring by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

If Shen Qingqiu knows one thing, it’s that Airplane-Shooting-Towards-The-Sky is a hack author who will steal ideas from anywhere. Even horror movies.

Luckily, cultivators are pretty good at fighting back.

[Shang Qinghua takes a long, long look at his face and says, thoughtfully, “Actually I think I feel a bit sorry for the demon now.”]

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take a little time to reach for joy by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Liu Qingge had been fighting up close and personal – of course – and Shen Qingqiu had lost track of him a little bit. It hadn't really concerned him, because what lame monster-of-the-week could actually beat the War God – that would just be terrible writing. The audience would call foul!

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like there is lighting deep in my bones (got a real good feeling) by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

There are thousands of cure-all panacea flowers in this world; Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge go to find one.

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last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

How was Shen Yuan supposed to know the "Which Proud Immortal Demon Way Character Should YOU Marry???" Quiz he filled out would have plot-relevant effects?!

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the sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

For Proud Immortal Demon Way, that's not actually that unusual of a curse! Shen Qingqiu can think of at least twelve wives who had to be beaten in a fight before they could be married, for various reasons.

It's a little different when he finds himself in the middle of it, but it's only breaking a curse — right?

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wear it like a shining star by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

It's just a little contrived magic ritual to help a friend out, Shen Qingqiu thinks. They can both be cool about this.

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one good honest kiss by Irrelevancy [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Death number Unknown-Plus-Four, they finally manage to get Liu Qingge to orgasm. __

SQQ is stuck in a time loop at the Spirit Caves. If he doesn't save LQG, they can't get out.

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Entire Lifetime (And After) by Invidia_Envy [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

In this world, to meet your soulmate, you have to leave your fleshly body and cut off completely from the mundane world of living. In another word, dying. You had to die first to see your soulmate.

Liu Qingge didn’t know what to expect when he opened his eyes after his death and stared at the same surrounding of the Spirit Cave. He was confused. He died. He never saw a ghost in his life so it was obvious that he died first, why didn’t he get transferred to his soulmate’s place?

However, Liu Qingge then noticed the two people inside the cave. He saw his body, dead and lifeless. He saw his shixiong by him, looking worse for wear. He recalled the scene before his death when Shen Qingqiu actually tried to help him and murmured guiltily, “Shen Qingqiu...”

Shen Qingqiu’s head snapped up in response and their eyes met.

Oh...

Oh no...

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buried now by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

During the incident in the Lingxi Caves, Liu Qingge ascends. When he is finally able to return to Cang Qiong Mountain sect, too much time has passed.

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Secondary When Compared To You by I_dont_know_anything_im_sorry [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Liu Qingge was dying.

They were in the Ling Xi Caves and Liu Qingge had started to Qi deviate and he'd gone on a rampage and-

He'd started to die.

He was dying and it would be Shen Qingqiu's fault.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't let it be his fault, he couldn't.

(Shen Qingqiu couldn't let Liu Qingge die.)

But Liu Qingge was already dying when he was supposed to live.

What was the cost he had to pay for Liu Qingge to live?

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sustain the weary with a sword by ectocosme [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Scorned and abandoned, Shen Qingqiu only has to wait for death in the water dungeon and mirages of dead men cannot bring him respite.

The hand on his shoulder felt quite real, though.

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The Bamboo Scholar by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Slender in form, and elegant in face. The man was strong, modest, and humble as he stood up for justice and protected those that couldn’t protect themselves. He was truly the manifestation of the noble bamboo.

Shen Yuan wrinkled his nose in disgust. Who the hell is writing this crap about him?!

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A 3-part series (plus 2 stand-alone extras, so technically a 5-parter) where Shen Yuan dies in Jinlan and awakens as a young Shen Jiu, calming down enough in his second go at it to make decisions that accidentally mold and inspire the people around him to be better, healthier people.

Except for Qiu Jianluo. And the Old Palace Master. And Wu Yanzi. And … um … I’m going to need to make a list.

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Willow Leaf by Aledono [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

As a child, Shen Jiu never considered himself lucky, but one day he received a blessing that would change both his luck and fate. A blessing in the shape of a rock; a very, very painful rock thrown straight at his face.

Then again, even if Shen Jiu couldn't appreciate the pain of the wound, he could certainly appreciate the consequences it carried. Particularly once he found out who was the one who threw the rock at him in the first place.

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When You Have Nothing To Gain (But Everything To Lose) by VermilionRain [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

After living through the original PIDW, many are brought back to their past selves. With knowledge in hand a number push to keep Shen Jiu away from their lives. When unspoken truths and unwoven lies are known can they make amends?

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As The Wheel Shatters by VermilionRain

Shen Jiu was cursed. No that wasn’t it. He felt cursed. Two lifetimes he’s lived with memories and even when he tries, nothing happens. So there; cursed. He wakes up again and in the end why bother? What was the saying; three times the charm.

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Write it on Your Heart by VermilionRain [Shen Jiu/Tianlang-jun]

Shen Jiu did not pass away immediately. He watched Shen Yuan live his life and it hurt. When he finally passed Fate decided to be cruel even more by dropping his reincarnating spirit into a similar setting. One problem; he wasn’t the only one. Another problem; there are a few trying to make amends that he doesn’t want. The last problem; an unwanted companion. He resolves one problem.

[A rarepair I think, gave it a try mostly because I liked the other two by this author, and surprisingly they fit pretty well together.]

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villainous thing by technorat [Shen Jiu/Tianlang-jun + Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

After the incident in the Lingxi Caves, Liu Qingge does not wake. Yue Qingyuan is given two options: to have Shen Qingqiu restrained in the Water Prison before trial or to arrange a political marriage and forget the trial entirely.

Shen Qingqiu is wed to Tianlang-jun.

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Fly With Broken Wings by VermilionRain

Shen Yuan has been getting nightmares since he was young. They were about a fantasy world that centered around Shen Qingqiu, a subjectively evil man. It wasn’t until he read a certain cash grabbing book that everything clicked into place. Shen Yuan was receiving memories of Shen Jiu (They were horrible and now he empathizes with the immortal) Now, after finally receiving his degree he gets transported into said book. He might as well fix this plot hole ridden shit until he gets to go back.

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What You Gain (As You Lose) by VermilionRain [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

PIDW happened with a different punishment in mind for Shen Qingqiu due to the intervention of one Yue Qingyuan. Shen Qingqiu was taken, abused, and placed down again and again. Unfortunately, for others, three people were not standing by and letting this happen.

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Spread your Wings by Araceil [Shen Jiu/Tianlang-jun]

When Shen Jiu opened his eyes, once again staring at the detestable ceiling of the woodshed within the Qiu Estate, he decided to live for himself. He got to his feet, shook off his shackles, and walked away from his nightmares, his hatreds, his resentments, and all the people who ever wronged him. He walked away from all of it. From promises broken, from people who betrayed him, from a life he had never wanted, and from a life that had never wanted him.

In one lifetime he had been a lowly, greedy, grasping creature. Consuming everything around him, ugly, small, and pathetic.

In his second lifetime his body had been stolen from him, and he lurked in the back of himself, watching as his body was puppeted, as his life was stolen.

In this life, he vowed not to make the same mistakes. In this life, he would be free. He would throw off the shell of Shen Qingqiu, Shen Jiu, and find freedom.

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Sanye-jun by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

A very indulgent fic about SY(J) as a demon lord, screwing over the plot and banging LQG on the regular.

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Meet Cute (these dorks) by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

The instant he turned to dash into the fight, Liu Qingge froze as he saw Not Shen Qingqiu standing coolly over one unconscious thug, guqin in both hands and still in a pose that clearly showed he had, in fact, just bludgeoned someone with the end of his guqin. Not Shen Qingqiu smirked and tilted his head back cockily.

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LQG finds SY running away from a sticky situation and brings him back to Cang Qiong in hopes that he can keep the man from getting himself mugged. SY is just relieved he doesn’t have to pretend to be a girl anymore.

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Courting Demons by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu/Shen Yuan]

Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu are accidentally transferred deep into the demon realm by an ancient relic. Well, the relic did what it was supposed to. That two sworn enemies were transferred when one touched the relic carelessly with the other trying to stop him – okay, less ‘accident’, more ‘sudden’.

At least the equally ‘sudden’ favor from this powerful demon might keep them alive long enough to get out of here … maybe that thought was too optimistic.

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Aka, LQG and SJ have to guard their self-proclaimed bodyguard from all the demons who want some. SY: … … fml

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The Woes of Growing Pains by CheckersXIV [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

No one has ever had a successful time acclimating to transmigration.

At least, that's what Shen Yuan tells himself after he accidentally breaks The System. It doesn't help that he wakes up as a teenage disciple inside of the bane of his existence- Proud Immortal Demon Way. He's trying to take precautions to avoid all the death flags that this stupid villain's body of his is going to get him into, but some other disciple really seems to have it out for him...

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Thank you, Bai Zhan robes! by pcysbeauty [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Liu Qingge has developed a little habit of showering Shen Yuan with the colors of his own peak.

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build yourself a castle to roam by BetweenStarshineAndClay [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

When the succubi's spring poison sends Liu Qingge into a rut, it's Shen Qingqiu who has to deal with it – however unsuited he is to the task.

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Matching Pieces by platinum_firebird [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Shen Qingqiu can't exactly say he's enthused about transmigrating into an A/B/O novel, but for the most part he manages to ignore it (aside from dunking on Airplane-bro for his shitty worldbuilding).

That is, until he realises Liu Qingge has feelings for him - and that he has feelings in return. Still - the two of them can work out this Omega/Omega thing, right?

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bend, not break (bend me back again, again) by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

There is an age old tradition on Cang Qiong Mountain sect. When the disciples get together to spar, the winner had the right to demand to fuck the loser.

Or, Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu's years as rivals/fuckbuddies.

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so far away by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge were soulmates, though no one knew save for them.

This does not stop Liu Qingge from dying in the Lingxi Caves.

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With all Due Happiness by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

After his car accident, the only time Shen Yuan feels truly alive is playing the VRMMO Proud Demon Immortal Way. As he joins his Jiu-ge’s guild, maybe he’ll find something more than just the ability to run with absence of pain. Maybe someone more.

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reluctant romance by backspacedintooblivion (Evil_and_I_know_it) [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

“That’s right,” he said. “I was…scared of Zhou-shibo’s reaction. I couldn’t force Shen-shixiong to choose between me and his teacher.”

He squeezed at Shen Qingqiu’s wrist when it looked like his lie was about to be caught, and sent desperate waves of ‘shutupshutupshutup’ at him. It seemed to have worked and Shen Qingqiu closed his mouth with a mutinous scowl.

In which Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu (mostly) fake a relationship.

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Lights, Camera, Action! by anlee [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu (kind of)]

Shen Jiu is a promising young actor who showed up seemingly out of nowhere to take the world by storm. Despite only being 21 and still in college, he already has a gigantic fortune and an even bigger fanbase.

Or, at least he was. Until he died in a way that would make his ancestors die all over again due to second-hand embarrassment.

He just wishes that the last thing he did wasn't reading that god-awful novel.

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you're sick or you're obscene by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

What if Shen Qingqiu had been pregnant with Yue Qingyuan's child?

Or, Shen Qingqiu's marriage to Yue Qingyuan falls apart. Liu Qingge is there to catch him.

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we should stick together by pennydaniels [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Jiu is drowning on Qing Jing Peak in his struggle to become Head Disciple and then hopefully Peak Lord. He's always been good at surviving but somehow can't help wanting more than that. He just wants to make the right decision.

(In which Shen Jiu is just trying to keep his head above water dealing with his faulty cultivation and capricious Shizun, has more than a few illuminating conversations with the brothel ladies, gets caught in a sex pollen disaster with Liu Qingge, and watches the other try their best to make it right.)

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Memories Like Ghost Stories by Miss_aprosexia [Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu, hopefully only one-sided Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu, as of current chapters, there's only LQG/SQQ development with jealous/obsessive!LBH, so I'm really hoping it'll just stay one-sided, especially with the kind of trauma SQQ has]

While attempting to change his fate as a human stick, Shen Qingqiu confidently charges into a wife plot. Trapped by an evil, psychic plant, he's forced to relive Shen Jiu's frankly horrifying childhood.

This makes him confront some truths about himself, brings him closer to Liu Qingge, and sets off a series of events that leads to him to make some decisions that end up completely derailing the plot.

Luo Binghe constantly gets the wrong idea.

Shang Qinghua has no idea what the hell is going on anymore.

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Fair Trade by 00janeblonde [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan]

Shen Jiu readied himself for his appointment. The heavy, silver mask sat in its box on the dressing table, a reminder of the day ahead that kept him from enjoying the layers of expensive fabric against his skin. He didn't always bother with the mask anymore... but today's guest was special.

In the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way, there are persistent rumors about an uncanny shop, which can grant any wish… for a price.

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this point of pale light by Tossawary [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu/Shen Yuan]

Peak Master Shen Qingqiu holds his past and his present separate, and his secrets close to his chest, but his worlds collide when his past comes back to haunt him. He finds himself unwillingly brought back to a moon he thought that he'd left behind forever a long time ago, in a part of the galaxy far, far away from anyone who might come for him.

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What else is there? by ForgottenVice [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Cursed to the shape of a swan, Shen Jiu looses what little hope he has for freedom when the prince makes his vow for the wrong man.

Now he's bound to the lake unable to leave, forced to accept his fate. Until a foolish hunter stumbles into the water.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello, hello! Not sure if you're that caught up with the manga but, with Yuno being the prince of the Spade Kingdom, he now has a choice to make, go back to Clover or stay in Spade. But he has someone he loves in Clover, his s/o, on the other hand, his mum is in Spade. Could you please make it angsty, I'm not too particular with the ending.

Love your work, thank you!!

Hello, hello ^^

Sorry to keep you waiting, but hopefully it was worth it. And I do hope that this is angsty enough~

Warning: Manga spoilers!

Genre: angst/general

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Pairing: Yuno x gn!reader

Length: ~0.8k

Yuno sat on a hill that overlooked a field. The grass, the reeds swaying in the wind as far as the eye could see. Parts of it were painted with a layer of yellow, brown, the tones of the approaching autumn. It was a time of harvest soon enough. Time of decisions; conclusion of a kind after which there’d be winter.

But what Yuno was watching, if it could be called as ‘watching’ instead of directing his gaze towards a direction, was the way that would eventually lead to Spade kingdom. There was no concrete border to be seen, even if he knew that it was there; if he travelled far enough. His… home country.

Or the country from which he originated. By blood.

It wasn’t a home in a lot of senses of the word, because he had barely set foot there since birth. The only other time being the battle, the war against the devils. So, he didn’t really know Spare. He didn’t really know his mother. The mother that he apparently still had.

He supposed that he should perhaps have felt more… grateful? But she was… just a stranger. Even if she was his mother.

He… had a mother.

One that had just appeared out of nowhere and…

He placed his elbows onto his knees and buried his fingers into his hair, as if holding his head, his mind, the train of thought that was trying to stay on track. He was trying to, but it was so hard. So… difficult, because he had… Well, becoming the Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn was a change, a welcomed change, but a change nonetheless.

There had been an attack to their base, where he almost died. And he thought that he wouldn’t see you again, let alone give a proper goodbye. Since who really gives a proper goodbye on a daily basis, unless you’re expecting something terrible to happen?

Then he had discovered that he was from Spade. That he was The Prince of Spade Kingdom. He discovered that his magic was Star Magic instead of Wind.

And now… he had a mother. A living mother. Who was a queen.

A scoff broke from him, one that was … dragging, dripping… one that tasted like bitter defeat and disappointment. But the thing was: he wasn’t sure what he was disappointed in.

The way this was handled? Himself? Or… just the fact that he was expected to take on his position just like that? That he was supposed to leave the life he had been building for his entire life? That he was supposed to leave you, his beloved?

It felt as if… there were a lot more expectations on him. Such that he had never anticipated or asked for.

And now he was just… supposed to make a decision on what to do.

The corners of his lips tugged up into a melancholic, unamused smile that rose more from the feeling of helplessness. Because it wasn’t just about him, this decision. It wasn’t just his skills and power that he was supposed to consider. And. If he was honest, he knew what he wanted.

This might have been another form of… some of the things he wanted.

But there was no love for him in Spade.

He inhaled, drawing his lungs as full of air as he possibly could, and he closed his eyes. A few seconds ticked away until the air begun flowing out with a sigh that eased the burden on his shoulders, even if only faintly.

“Hey…”

He knew that sound, and with it, his eyelids fluttered open as the corners of his lips tucked into a soft, relieved smile. Because the sound, the melody of your voice was like a guiding light for him; a way home and to safety. Or so it felt. That he’d always find a way home, to peace and the right choice to make, as long as you were with him.

It felt absurd, impossible even, but… that’s how he felt.

You sat next to him as he uttered a “hey” as a reply, a greeting of his own that bore relief. Which you didn’t quite understand, while knowing that he had a lot on his shoulders. And you hoped that you would have had something assuring to say, a word of wisdom to give him. You hoped, but since there were no words to utter, you just sat there, placing your hand next to his.

Your fingers entwined with his own, just barely, as if you didn’t want to insist on anything. Because, you didn’t. You wanted him to make the right decision. And you wanted him to do so, because you loved him.

And in that touch, the reassurance the sweet melody of your voice that still flowed around in his thoughts, allowed him to make up his mind.