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#11 - Encounter

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[rin-fukuroi]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐞𝐧���𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧

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Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairings: Ayato, Kaeya, Thoma, Neuvillete, Tartaglia x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, modern AU, established relationships, intimate photos, masturbation.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. P1Harmony - Do It Like This

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

Hey! I think you all miss the dick pic. Although no one asked me to do this, but you don't need to ask me even once to bring you something to eat! Enjoy your meal ( ˘▽˘)っ♨

✦ Ayato

You'll have to try very hard, having endured all the cunning tricks of this man, in order to get a response photo from him immediately after he asks you to do your own.

Initially, it sounded like another joke, very typical for Ayato, but he was very surprised when you took it for a real request, pleasing the man with your piquant photo at perhaps not the most appropriate moment when he was at an important meeting. Fortunately for him, Ayato has enough self-control not to show how aroused he was by the image of your seductive body in front of strangers, but unfortunately for you, he just couldn't resist taking advantage of this opportunity.

It's always fun to play on your guilt, but when adding to your favorite collection of photos is at stake, a special excitement wakes up in Ayato. Of course, although you continue to play along with your lover from time to time, you yourself begin to get a taste. How much longer will he last, continuing to read your dirty messages and looking at the new photos that you took for him, before he snaps and just leaves work only to come home and fuck you to a state in which you'll not be able to not only type, but even pronounce his name? Ayato knows perfectly well what you are doing, so he staunchly withstands your attacks, believing that you yourself don't realize what you have just signed up for.

When he gets home, you better immediately wait for him on your knees without extra clothes, hoping that this will at least smooth out your future punishment a little, because if you think that Ayato will let you cum as fast as you want, then you're damn wrong.

As for his photo for you… Perhaps you still don't deserve to get them enough, but he'll definitely choose the most unfortunate moment for you to put you in an awkward position when one day a charming and insanely seductive photo of his naked body and an excited dick appears in your dialogue, to which you'll not have access. Next time you'll think twice before playing along with this scheming man, but isn't that why you fell in love with him?

✦ Kaeya

art by @cheng25598

Kaeya doesn't even know what would be better, to discourage you with his unexpectedly racy photo or to start by forcing you to do it? But he's so carefree and lazy that he doesn't think long before just sending you a photo of his horny cock while he's dying of boredom waiting for you at home on his day off. Of course, he doesn't care at all that you at work and how, perhaps, all the colleagues around you heard your surprised squeak when you opened a dialogue with your lover.

This is the first time Kaeya has decided to have fun with something like this, expecting you to be embarrassed for sure. It pisses you off that he's right, and your face is inevitably blushing now, while you, trying to look as non-suspicious as possible, run out of your office, hastily closing yourself in the bathroom.

[Y/N]: Wtf, Kaeya?! I'm at work!

[Kaeya]: I just missed you;)

His carelessness will drive you to your grave someday, but you bite your lower lip, suddenly meeting the reflection of your flushed face in the mirror. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to be at home right now, punishing your annoying lover properly, which is so obvious from the way moisture begins to accumulate between your thighs, settling on the fabric of your underwear. There are still a few hours until the end of the working day, but you're so infuriated by the ease with which Kaeya manipulates you once again, involving you in his dishonest game when you nervously glance at the door, taking a photo in the mirror, as close as possible to the concept of «sexy» in such an environment.

You were about to put your phone in your pocket, sending your reply photo with the indifferent caption: «Glad for you. See ya in two hours», expecting it to calm him down for a while, but didn't even expect to instantly hear the notification sound.

[Kaeya]: I don't think a photo in underwear will be enough to compare to what I sent u:( Or are u afraid that one of your colleagues will see what we doing?

[Kaeya]: If I were wit u right now, you'd have to hide a lot more obscene things.

[Y/N]: Huh? Do u really think u'd make me undress in front of u in the bathroom at my job?

You really don't know how Kaeya do it, but for some reason you fall for his provocations every time, now feeling the heat that you can no longer ignore burning your lower abdomen more and more, while your eyes slide over the most obscene lines that you've ever read, even considering that what kind of person you decided to connect your life with.

But one thing is for sure — now Kaeya's goal is no longer to dispel his own boredom, but to make you cum in one of the cramped booths while he enjoys driving you crazy with his unsurpassed talent for eloquence, describing in detail how he would fuck you in each in the corner of a small bathroom.

Next time, perhaps Kaeya should pay you a personal visit.

✦ Thoma

art by @sonomi_rap5

Poor Thoma almost dropped out of his hands all the groceries that he decided to buy before returning home when he felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket, almost sure that this notification was from your message. You often write to him, knowing what time his working day ends, and asking him to grab something from the store, but this…

The confused man hastily turns away from all the people passing by, huddled in the corner of one of the shelves, when an attachment to your playful message appeared in front of his astonished green eyes, which said that you were looking forward to him at home. Is that new underwear?.. Thoma feels his cheeks flush with a bright blush, and his heart is pounding so wildly in his chest as he desperately tries to put aside all obscene thoughts. But this is hardly possible. You are so charming, adorable, divine in this photo, which he instantly saves before fixing his mesmerized gaze on him for a few more moments, feeling his cock harden and rest against his thigh.

«I'll be home soon!», — is the only message you get before Thoma disappears from the online, and you can't help but chuckle softly, imagining with what excitement and embarrassment he'll pay at the checkout.

As for him… Your gallery has been filled with his photos, perhaps not as soon as you would like. On the one hand, teasing a nice guy like Thoma is very funny, but on the other hand, you didn't want to embarrass him by luring him into your entertainment, which is not even the fact that he'll like it. But still, at some point you think that your relationship is strong enough not to collapse from one of your innocent… okay, obscene requests.

You'd like to see the look on Thoma's face when he saw the message with your dirty request. After a couple of minutes of silence, you were about to say that it was all just a joke, before you hear the notification sound, hurriedly grabbing your phone.

You have no idea where he hid to quickly take a cute photo for you, in which you can barely see anything because of the darkness in the room that Thoma chose for the photo shoot, but it's so charming that such a modest guy like him went to such obscenities for you, even at the risk to be noticed at your own work.

Thoma gets incredibly nervous when he doesn't get an answer from you for a long time, but he frantically looks at the inscription that you are typing something. Oh, should he have taken a better photo, or was it just a joke that he took seriously? But all his doubts and worries fade into the background, giving way to even greater embarrassment than what Thoma experienced when he received such a piquant request from you, when you send him a photo in response, but this time without clothes. The accompanying message contains detailed descriptions of how much you miss him and that you can't cope with how you miss your beloved boyfriend next to you to quench your thirst to feel his cock from that cute photo that he sent you, inside yourself.

What are you doing with him?.. It should be illegal to corrupt such an innocent guy in this way, but Thoma is really happy that he got the most beautiful girl in the world who is able to make him commit follies, just like he is now locking the door of some dark storeroom in his office, unable to cope with the desire that has captured him body and mind.

He doesn't know why you like to embarrass him like that, but… maybe he's starting to like it.

✦ Neuvillette

It's not that Neuvillette didn't know how to use a phone at all, but let's be honest, this skill wasn't even necessary for him until the day you appeared in his life. Making the necessary calls and occasionally using banal SMS was all he was capable of, so using messengers was something new for him, which, of course, Neuvillette needed your help to figure out.

At first, both of you just exchanged innocent short messages, because, you knew, he couldn't often be distracted from his work due to an increased sense of responsibility, but one day a fleeting thought came to your bright head, which you managed to grasp and even decide that it would really be funny to just send Neuvillette your candid photo in the middle of the working day.

And really, what will he do about it?

Neuvillette is so sweet in his seriousness and responsible approach to literally everything in this world, which makes him a wonderful partner, but your hands have always itched so irrepressibly to throw something like that, knocking a stoically calm man out of his rut.

When you saw that Neuvillette had read the message, but had been silent for ten minutes, you almost thought that he had just decided to ignore your prank, but you had no idea what was really going on. After opening your message, Neuvillette just froze, not understanding what he should reply or do. It's the first time this has happened to him, and he's really discouraged.

The most respected and responsible judge doesn't say a word, just staring at his phone for ten minutes? This definitely doesn't go unnoticed. Although he is not particularly sociable, worried colleagues still wonder if everything is all right with him, finally bringing the poor confused Neuvillette out of his stupor. His head really had thoughts of consulting with someone on this topic, but he decides that this question is still too intimate to ask it to an insufficiently close person, so he has no choice but to solve this puzzle on his own and briefly unsubscribe to you that he'll be at home soon, before silently leaving the office.

To say that you were shocked to see Neuvillette on the doorstep of your shared house as soon as possible after receiving his message is to say nothing. But what struck you even more was when he hurriedly threw off his suit, with all the seriousness that only he is capable of, silently climbing onto your bed.

— Neuvi, what are you doing? Why aren't you at work? — you interrupt the man when he was about to throw off the rest of his clothes, before pausing, giving you a puzzled look.

— I got your photo.

— Yes… and?

— I thought you wanted to have sex, so I came home.

— Is that all?..

— Yes. Isn't that what you wanted? Why are you laughing?

p.s. After half an hour of an embarrassing but laugh-provoking conversation in which you explained to Neuvillette that couples sometimes exchange intimate photos while away from each other, it seems that the man finally realized for what purpose you committed such an uncharacteristic act for you.

Well… everyone learns from their mistakes. Next time, you might be lucky to see his inept first intimate photo if you tell him how to switch to the front camera before that.

✦ Tartaglia

art by @eriimyon

For both of you, sharing any photos when you are away from each other is quite common, but Childe was still the first to dilute your usual correspondence, accompanied by cute and funny photos of your dog and what you cooked for dinner, with something more piquant.

Your lover, without any hesitation, asked you to take a photo for him when, on another of his long business trips, he felt too lonely away from you, and didn't even think about what he might receive a refusal to his request. You can say that you are both on some kind of your common comfortable wave, so you are happy to approach the task set before you even with some degree of creativity, making a photo of your breasts covered with whipped cream for Childe.

«This could be your dessert after dinner;)», — Childe is both touched, excited and saddened by your funny photo caption. He would like to be next to you to enjoy such a tempting dessert, but all he can do is take a photo for you in return.

[Childe]: Unfortunately, i didn't have cream next to me, so this is all the dessert u can count on!

You would have laughed at his joke if the dick on his photo that Childe took for you didn't look even more attractive than any sweet thing you can imagine. This is the first time that you have to describe in words all the things that you would do with this amazing cock, but it also had its own charm.

Your correspondence eventually ended in a rather heated conversation on the phone, which also came to naught as soon as the degree of tension between the two of you was so high that the only thing coming from the speakers of your phones was only moans and heavy sighs, while you were already in complete disarray, too lost in your own obscene fantasies. Perhaps Childe has never in his life masturbated with such pleasure as to the sounds of your sweet voice, holding in his head that image of you that was captured in a racy photo taken especially for him, just as you have never experienced an orgasm from how damn sexy his muffled moans sound in the speaker of your phone.

Of course, this is still so insanely little, but since then you both have a new common entertainment that you can do on lonely evenings to get over the separation. On the other hand, you have seriously opened a real Pandora's Box, now putting the idea in Childe's head that he can tease you in this way, so be prepared for the fact that one day you will receive a dirty message from him or even just a photo at the most inopportune moment (although no one said that you can't return the favor).

p.s. if u know the author of the rest of the art, write me their nicknames in private messages, and i'll add them in the post, because I have been saving these arts for a long time ago and now cannot find their owners:(

[blackopals-world]

How successful do you think Fellow would be? Honestly part of me thinks he might get beaten up by Jester!Yuu in a kinda slapstick style for bringing a bad name to funny little silly guys

Let me answer that with this

Circus Jem

Fellow tries to claim a new attraction.

Fellow felt very lucky. Very lucky indeed that such a perfect doll waltzed right in.

One so perfect they looked as if they belonged already, no need to dress them up.

Sure the others that came along were just a bonus now that they brought such a gift.

Their face was painted porcelain with a golden star and pastel lips. All dolled up in ribbons and bells. Their clothes were designed to look like the wearer had been pulled from a circus poster.

He could already see those lovely ribbons pulled taunt like puppet strings.

Fellow watched his prey flit from attraction to attraction their charm sending waves of excitement through the other patrons.

They gathered and praised their looks and asked for pictures and took videos. The little clown juggled and danced doing tricks on the merry-go-round.

A mascot. Yes! They were perfect to play that part.

Fellow waited until the little one had separated from the group that fawned over them like a beloved toy. He even laughed at that thought knowing he would steal it from them.

"Are you enjoying your day here?" He asked leaning over the entertainer.

"Absol-tully! I love it here!" They practically chirped.

"And your group? Where are they?" He asked examining his prize more closely. They were in good condition, no visible marks at least.

"Oh, I wanted to get some cotton candy. Villy would never let me have any. But it's my favorite treaty." They whined their lower lip poked out.

Fellow felt an arrow in his chest. He understood why the clown was dotted on. Their strange speech pattern and childish mannerisms could draw anyone in.

"You poor thing. Why don't you come with me. I show you the best candy stall in the park. I won't tell a soul what you did." He said taking the jester by the hand. "

He led them away deeper into the heart of the park.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this but you fit in quite well here. It's a shame you won't be staying longer. You've really brightened this humble park." Fellow said in sorrow.

"I know! This place is just so cozy but also cold. Chilly but no cheese! It feels like home though." They said. Fellow didn't get the meaning behind those words.

" I could use your help to change that. You could stay here. I promise you'll love it. Fun and games every day and an adoring crowd to perform for every night. You would always fit in among the others. All the cotton candy you want and no one to tell you no." Fellow lead the clown to a special room away from the park. A space with a lovely cage just for his new doll.

"Em. No, thanks! I'm not just some clown you know. I'm a jester! As such I need my people. As long as they're happy I'm happy too. But I can't make them happy if I'm far far away. That would make me super sad." They said agast "Hey wait. This isn't the candy place."

"Unfortunately for you, it's not. But don't worry my precious doll. I bring you some to decorate your new cage." Fellow laughed as he raised his staff.

Only for it to be knocked form his hand.

"You lied! You aren't Honest at all. In fact, you aren't even fun. That makes me mad! And I hate being mad!" The jester growled as they grabbed the fox by the front of the shirt.

Fellow struggled to get out of the iron grip.

"Hey wait! I-" He tried to say.

"I'm bored. You're boring me with the flip-flapping of your lips. Now you have to take responsibility and entertain me funny man."

The group was in chaos. They had lost Yuu!

There was no telling where they went. Were they kidnapped?! That clown has no survival instincts and no sense of fear at all.

Lilia suggested they ask if anyone had seen them after all a brightly dressed jester is hard to miss.

And lucky them they found their missing clown standing on a stage with Fellow's staff in hand.

"Come one come all! And see a wonderful show! See the disgrace that is the Fallen Ringmaster! Watch him dance upon my strings!" Yuu commanded the fox to do tricks like a dog. "Jump Fellow! Now Speak! Jump through the hoop and don't get burned!"

The audience was losing it as they laughed at the foolish display. Honest seemed to be under some sort of hypnotic spell but was still fully aware of his torment.

Yuu figured out the staff was a magic tool to control people. They were such a smart cookie.

Unfortunately, the spell didn't last long as Fellow regained his body and turned to attack the little clown.

The group charged the stage to stop him only for-

*CRACK*

Yuu stood there holding a broken staff-well stick in their hands after they swung it full force across Fellow's head.

The fox went down with a thud after getting a definite concussion.

"Oopies!" The jester giggled, bashfully hiding the bloodied staff behind their back.

[vtoriacore]

✧ the flirtiest one of all! [2]

note: part two of this, fun fact it was actually 6.9k words on the original doc and i’m not telling you this for any particular reason haha i am the epitome of maturity i promise <3 (lying)

characters: azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, epel

synopsis: pretty simple, you confess by out-flirting just about every human being, merman, beastman and fae on planet earth. because you’re suave babe, go for it!

heartslabyul & savanaclaw | ignihyde & diasomnia

♡ OCTAVINELLE

✯; azul ashengrotto

azul quirked an eyebrow when you entered mostro longue with that mischievous smile of yours but what caught his attention next is the purple rectangular box you were carrying, addressed as 'Ashengrotto'

"My, my. Got something for me, prefect?" 

"Depending on the answer you'll give me, maybe."

the little spark of excitement in his azure blue eyes which perfectly reflected the light definitely confirmed your suspicions on whether he knew or not

"Hm~ Well then it seems I'm inclined to ask for the question."

"That was a statement."

"Is that relevant?"

"No I just wanted a reason to talk to you longer~" 

the slightest surprise on his face quickly vanished as he tried to control his rapidly increasing heartbeat

"Well, don't keep me waiting [Name]. I'm a very busy merman after all. "

"Haha, okay I'll spare you the embarrassment."

"So, will you accept my feelings or are you just going to continue blushing?"

"Me, blushing? N-never."

"I have eyes, Ashengrotto. You'll have to do better than that!"  

"There is no winning against you . . . Regarding your first question though, it would seem a waste if I said no."

"Yeah, a waste of the countless affection I'd be willing to give~" 

"Affection doesn't produce a profit dear."

"No, it produces mutual feelings instead. And happiness, with the right person!" 

as always, your witty remarks never failed to make him gain those adorable red hues across his cheeks 

"If I ever die of exhaustion, it will be because of your antics."

"Correction, my cute antics :)"

"Well my dear angelfish, the exit is that way if you're done tormenting me."

"But the entrance to your heart is this way."

"Whatever will I do with you?"

"Dunno, but you got time to figure it out cause I'm not leaving." 

.

✯; jade leech

his cryptic smile stayed on the minute he saw you at mostro lounge, discussing something with azul as the merman gave this huge sigh of exasperation and nodded his head at whatever you had asked

he (naturally) came up to you once azul decided to walk away from you 

"Oya, oya~ What are you doing here my pearl?"

"Good question~ I'm sure you're smart enough to figure it out."

and figure it out he does once he catches a glimpse of the heart shaped turquoise box in your hand addressed to him in beautiful handwriting

"Hm, it would appear I'm totally clueless. If only you would be so kind as to explain the meaning of this." 

"Oh what a true shame, Leech."

"Yes, very unfortunate indeed."

"Need I make it more obvious?"

"I might have to request a verbal explanation, fufu~"

"How about I give you the physical one instead~?"

undoubtedly, the wink and statement you gave him managed to make even the jade leech's heart itself skip a beat as he gulped slightly

"I wouldn't be entirely opposed to that."

"I'll take that as a yes for the feelings I'm confessing to you, then."

"And who am I to decline such proposal?"

"Just about the most charming man in existence~"

"Ah, you never do fail with coming up with pick-up lines it seems."

"Of course not, deem yourself lucky for being my test subject in that aspect Leech."

oh jade would definitely consider himself a winner if this is what he gets to hear after today

"Well I cannot say they're not entertaining~" 

"And completely genuine, by the way."

if there was a world record for the most times someone manages to make the merman even slightly flustered, you'd definitely take the title with ease

"At this rate, I'll have to start coming up with my own quips. I can't be the only one getting swept of my feet like this."

"Hmph, that was smooth I'll give you that one!"

.

✯; floyd leech

has this stupid grin the second you step foot into his dorm room when jade is out, and it only widens once he realises what you're carrying with you 

"Heya Koebi-chan~"

"In high spirits are we?"

"Hmmmm? Have I ever not been?" 

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. And are you not going to ask why I'm here Leech?"

"No, why would I~ You're obviously here for me!"

"What if I was here for Jade?"

"Then I would make you stay here for me instead!"

even with his playful response, you could definitely tell that if you brought jade into this once more, floyd wouldn't spare you any mercy and have you be a victim of his infamous squeeze

"No need~ I actually did come here for you."

"Ehehe~ Of course you did!"

"Tsk, confident one aren't you?"

"Mhm~ Confident enough to say that the chocolates you're carrying are for me Koebi-chan!"

"Won't you look at that~ You guessed it right!"

the beat that floyd's heart skipped amplified the excitement he felt when you handed him the box of goods

"They smell really good! Are you sure you don't wanna work as a chef for the lounge"

"I'm good. And they look good too, I spent around an hour making them for you." 

"No fair! I was going to confess first on white day. Spoiling my plans like this, the nerve~"

"I didn't confess yet Leech! But now that you reminded me, you better accept my feelings." 

"Threatened with a confession? Didn't think that was your style haha!" 

the merman definitely felt nothing but pure joy as he unwrapped the first chocolate and popped it into his mouth 

"Hm~ So what if I did? As far as I know, the law doesn't prevent me from wanting to be with my crush." 

"Ah, ah~! One more word and I'll give you a lil' squeeze." 

"Did I ever say I would mind that?"

"Then I guess you won't Koebi-chan! But just so you know, I don't plan on letting go!"

___

♡ SCARABIA

✯; kalim al-asim

pleasantly surprised to find out that you're visiting scarabia and is immediately beaming at you when you enter with a cute looking box of what appeared to be spice laced chocolates (the smell made his mouth water!)

"Good morning [Name]! What a nice sight to see so early on!"

"Morning Asim, you're in a good mood~"

"That's because Jamil let me host a banquet for Valentine's day! Isn't he the best?"

"Let me guess, he made you promise to not cook with him after you insisted you wanted to help, right?"

"Woah are you sure you don't have magic yourself? That was so accurate!"

"You're too sweet sunshine, unfortunately that's still a no."

kalim grinned at the nickname as his heart palpitations grew, amplifying when he looked at the crimson box of chocolates with golden trimmings again

"So, is there a reason as to why you're visiting Scarabia?"

"Yeah, you're actually the whole reason." 

"Ahhhh that's cute! Would you like to stay for the night?"

"Depending on your answer, maybe~" 

"My answer to what?"

"To whether you'll accept my feelings or not."

the pearly white haired boy swears he felt his heart leap out his chest as his ruby red eyes widened 

"Oh my- I'm so happy you feel the same way! I absolutely do accept yes!"

"You should also be happy about the fact I spent an hour making these!"

when you handed him the chocolates his perpetual grin only became bigger if that's even possible

"Awe thank you so much [Name]! You're the best!"

"Mhm no problem~ I made it a point to ask Viper for your favourite kind of chocolate."

"You're so sweet, how about we go on a magic carpet ride?? Like the one of that very old tale where princess Jasmin and-"

"Ah spare the details Asim, I know exactly which one you're talking about."

"Great! I heard it's very romantic. Ooh! Maybe we can do a cute duet too!"

"Whatever you want, just make sure you'll focus on the steering."

"But how would I focus on anything but you?"

"You asking me this so genuinely is actually surreal."

.

✯; jamil viper

the moment his smoky grey eyes landed on your form and the maroon heart shaped box you were carrying with you, he immediately knew what was up, or hoped he knew what it was

"Oh prefect. Good morning."

"As formal as always I see?"

"Were you expecting anything but?"

"I don't set unrealistic expectations, Viper."

"Was that an insult?"

"Are you taking it as one?"

"Do you ever give straight answers?"

"No but I will be needing a very straight answer from you though."

the teasing smile you gave jamil never ceased to make his heart skip a beat, no matter how much denial he was in at the present moment

"Depends on the question you ask, [Last name]."

"Hm rude~ I should be asking Kalim if he would accept my feelings instead . . . Too bad I'm already super invested in you, no?"

just the mention of kalim alone made a scowl appear on jamil's face as he gazed straight in your eyes

"Yes, and too bad I'm already accepting your feelings so you can't back out. What a shame."

"Woah Viper~ Possessive much! Not that I don't like it, ehe." 

"Tsk, you're really irritating when you want to be."

"But it's only because I love your reactions. They simply get cuter as they go."

jamil looked at the ground as a red hue crept over his face, he feared that if you said anything else he might just lose every bit of self restraint he has

"And . . . you're sure you want to be with me? You know what it means . . ."

"Absolutely, 100% positive that you're the one and I am not budging on this no matter what you say."

"Tsk, you're not making this easy for me at all."

"Easy wouldn't be fun, just accept that we're totally fated already."

"Because you're madly in love with me ;)"

"Why do I even bother. . ." 

"There you go, being delusional again."

♡ POMEFIORE

"Wouldn't have to be delusional if you didn't make me darlin'!"

___

✯; vil schoenheit

notices when you walk in right away, and is very quick to spot the velvety box you're carrying, definitely surprised when the tag reads 'Schoenheit'

"Afternoon prefect, do you need anything from me specifically?"

"Yeah your attention on me for a second or two."

"Well in that case, make it quick."

"Wow being this rude should be illegal~" 

"So should taking up someone's time. Someone who has a scheduled shoot in approximately 4 hours."

"Are you saying I'm wasting your time?"

"Did you take my statement as such?"

"Guess I'll go confess to LeBlanche then~ I'm sure he'll like what I made." 

vil's eyes narrowed in the slightest as a light scoff left his lips, he didn't expect such a reply but your fiery nature was one of the things as to why he fell for you in the first place so he didn't have a place to complain

"You're really something else entirely."

"Always have been, love~" 

the nickname itself made the blonde shiver, but combined with your killer smile, he couldn't help but avert his eyes for a few seconds

"So I'm guessing you're here to confess after all?"

"Yeah, so if you would be as kind as to accept my feelings please~" 

"You were already aware of what my answer would be, weren't you?"

"Oh definitely~ Now before you deny the gift, it's dark chocolate. And won't affect your daily calorie intake too much."

"Good, I do admire the thought behind that."

vil couldn't help but smile at the notion of you caring enough as to take care of the small details, but may have become even more smitten with you when he opened the box to see the beautiful designs which were clearly inspired by him

"You better appreciate them, took over an hour to make~"

"Would you really spend that much time and effort into making something so superficial?"

"Duh~ Only for you though!"

"In that case, thank you dear. Please do expect something in return on white day." 

"Positively can't wait. Anything you do is bound to turn out great!"

.

✯; rook hunt

chances are he already knew you were making something, but didn't know for who so when you came into the pomefiore dorm and requested to see him, boy was he mildly amused (not to mentioned excited)

"Bonjour mon amour~ I've heard from Roi du Poison that you inquired about my whereabouts?"

"Well then your hearing must be excellent because that's exactly what I needed!"

"My, my you seem to be in a bonne humeur~"

"That's because my hard efforts to make the greatest chocolates ever paid off!"

"Oh? Tu as fait du chocolat? How intriguing, for who~?"

"For the person who stole my heart~"

rook glanced at the velvety red box in your hand yet to his dismay, couldn't see what was on the tag. however, that didn't stop him from wishing it was reserved for him

"As always, tu es très énigmatique, my dear."

"Hehe~ I saw you glancing at the tag. You must be curious~"

"Naturally, anyone would be, non?"

"Well, you better appreciate the effort I put into this because it's for you~"

the blonde haired hunter couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture as he anticipated the confession which was sure to follow with a hitched breath

"Well I'd love to accept them." 

"Since you're accepting the chocolates, you have to accept my feelings too Hunt~"

"With pleasure, [Name]. Or mon cœur. Whichever you prefer!"

"Are you trying to woo me with the way you say my name? Because it's working."

"That wasn't my intention, but I'm glad to hear this."

despite the cool facade rook maintained, he would definitely be lying if he said he didn't feel his heart drum faster throughout his chest at your endearing words

"If that's the case, then I should politely ask for you to stop charming me like that, it just isn't fair~"

"You're as equally charming mon amour, does that not equal out?"

"Unfair! You're doing it again."

"Je n'ai rien fait, je promets~" 

.

✯; epel felmier

the way you came into his dorm with an apple pie laced with cinnamon, he definitely tried to suppress a smile that was threatening to break out on his face

" Hey prefect, what brings you here?"

"Oh you know, my legs."

"Hey- you know what I meant!"

"Okay, okay~ I'm here for a very important reason."

"That would be?"

"You're very impatient, read what's on the tag~"

"Uh, 'Felmier'. My last name?"

by this point, the lilac haired boy began to suspect what was up but nonetheless waited for what you'd say next with a hitched breath

"Congrats, you can read~ Now guess why I'm here."

"W-wait . . . Don't tell me you're . . . confessing?"

"That's exactly what I was about to do but I guess I won't tell you."

"Ah- wait that's not what I was sayin'- uh saying!"

"You should stop hiding your accent around me, it's so adorable~"

"Gh- whatever ya say just spill it!"

"Okay, okay~ Well I'm here to ask if you'd be willing to accept my feelings?"

"I- yeah . . . Yeah I do-"

"You're making it sound like we're getting married~ You should ask for my hand first!"

the red hues decorating epel's face along with the loud beating of his heart did not make it easier for him to look you straight in the eyes

"Oh just hand over the pie . . . I'm puttin' your efforts to the test."

"Hehe~ Okay, okay but you better appreciate it or else."

"I do . . .. And don't make a comment on that!"

"Okay I won't haha! For now."

"Hah- tsk I'll never carve apples for you again . . ."

"Hey Felmier! You take that back this instant!"

"Maybe if you beg for forgiveness."

"Is this how you treat your future spouse?"

"[N-name]!"

[kasagia]

Bring me a dream pt. 3

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/general Kirigan x fem! sun summoner! reader

Summary: Aleksander (unwillingly) takes you to the border with Fjerdans. Along the way, you spend more and more time together, but can the two of you forget your differences and be as close as you were in the past again?

Wairning(s): blood, fight, reader and Aleksander circle around each other like a dog around a hedgehog, violence, and so on, TEXT NOT CHECKED, I hope it's good

Word count: 6-8k idk 😅

Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell @louderfortheback @ludarklina-fan-spot @sayumiht @budugu @howibecameabadassbitch @flostvs1508 @intothesoul

~•♤♤♤•~ Part 1 ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 2 ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

And all I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life...

Taylor Swift - Electric Touch

"Absolutely not." he says firmly as he flips over the stacks of papers on his war table.

"Absolutely yes!" you reply, placing your hand on the pile of papers he was flipping through. His attention is immediately turned to you and you smirk.

"Y/N you are not going with me." he talks to you like to a little kid. You absolutely do not like the commanding tone of his voice. You won't let him tell you what to do.

"I won't be with you, I will be behind you." you reply, teasing him. You bravely endure his stern gaze, not letting him intimidate you with those dark eyes.

"Y/N." he sighs irritably and rubs his eyes with his hand. "You're not going there."

"You won't change my mind." you say sweetly, and turn on your heel to leave the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Aleksander roll his eyes. His sigh only widens the smug smirk on your face.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"That's not mine surname." you say over your shoulder as you approach the door.

Aleksander circles the war table with astonishing speed and blocks your way to the door. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I've been having your name on my wrist for 500 years." he says, and the frown on his forehead only deepens as you continue to tease him. "I was looking at it. Night and day. For hundreds of years. I know your name, even if I didn't know that belong to you. It is the only thing that hasn't slipped my mind over the centuries." you shiver, analyzing his words for a moment. And your stupid and naive heart clings to that little note of tenderness hidden behind contempt and irritation.

You know that if you were just a regular Grisha, one of his soldiers, he would have scared you with his shadows or sent you to the fold a long time ago. Unfortunately for him, you were his soulmate and sun summoner. You were the safest and most privileged person in the whole, damn Ravka.

"Maybe I'm not your soulmate?" you ask, crossing your arms. You can tell from the look on his face that he's on the verge of a mental breakdown… or maybe he's just so annoyed and tired that he can no longer respond to your taunts.

"Y/N." he says sternly, giving you an appalling look.

"Aleksander." you reply, not flinching under his dark eyes as you shoot him a defiant look.

"I'm not joking."

"Me either."

You stand there in front of each other, both staring at the other, waiting to see which one of you will give in. Both too stubborn to back down and let the other win. If anyone walked into the war room right now, they would burst out laughing at their general fighting for stares with the sun summoner.

Finally, he sighs and shifts his gaze to the war table and all the maps, plans, reports, and wooden soldiers he has there. Like he can't look you in the eye as he voluntarily gives up his original plans.

"For you." the part of you, that still sees him as your nameless boy from ages ago, whispers.

"You will be next to me all the time." he speaks firmly, and you know better not to question his request this time (never in your life will you admit to voluntarily obeying his orders.)

"Good."

"You will not leave my sight." he adds, trying to either discourage you from leaving or somehow make sure you'll always be around him.

"Good."

"You will sleep in my tent." you give him a offended look. He just rolls his eyes at that and sigh irritated as he shift his gaze to you again. "Don't look at me like that. You will have your own bed."

"Fine." you sigh, realizing that you won't be able to get out of his sight… at least at the beginning of your journey to the Fjerdan border. "Do you have any other absurd demands you want me to fulfill?" you ask, crossing your arms, annoyed with the conditions he has set for you.

"They are not absurd. Thanks to them I will know that you are safe."

"So I can be only safe by your side?" you ask, resentful, ready to argue with him even though it's late and you've spent most of the night working on plans and reports anyway.

"No. You can't do anything stupid by my side." you snort seeing his mischievous, amused smirk.

"Very funny." you roll your eyes and bite your lip to keep from smiling when you see his smirk. He has other plans, however, and comes over to you, taking your chin gently in his hand and forcing you to look at him.

"I'm not kidding, Y/N. I can't afford to lose you from my sight… you're too important to… to all of us."

You watch him carefully as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. And you can't help but feel the familiar feeling of where his skin meets yours—the light inside you buzzing, wanting to come out. However, you now have too much control to let your power out again.

But that's not the feeling that bothers you the most.

His dark brown eyes are much more engaging than the heat that spreads up your cheek with the movement of his thumb. And if you were younger, more naive, and less experienced by so many disappointments, you'd lean forward and taste his soft, enticing lips as you were centuries ago.

But you're no longer the girl he used to know. So you pull away from him and clear your throat without looking him in the eye. You know you'd be lost if you gave in to his piercing, mesmerizing gaze any longer.

"So... I guess I shall go now. I need to get some sleep before the trip. You, too, so don't play with your wooden soldiers anymore, Aleks."

"For the last time I'm telling you, it's one of the creative ways to simulate a tactical operation."

"Of course, general. You're not playing like a little kid at the war table with wooden soldiers. How could I ever assume something like that?" he rolls his eyes at what are you laughing at. "Good night, Aleksander." you say with a gentle smile, pleased that you have achieved what you wanted.

"Good night, Y/N." he replies. His eyes are fixed on yours and his gaze is absent, as if he is still brooding in this moment of closeness between you two. Like he regretted not kissing you.

Or at least you want to think that.

You finally snap out of the trance his dark brown irises put you in and nod to him before turning around and walking out.

Closing the door behind you, you hear the upcoming steps of his heavy shoes. You know well that he stands on the other side. With unknown reasons, he does not open the door. He just stands there. And you do not know what directs him that he decided to approach the door.

Your heart is pounding like crazy when you're on the other side of a closed door, and the urge to go back there and sink greedily into his mouth is almost unstoppable... almost.

You shake your head and go to your chamber, leaving him alone at the door.

Alekdander stared at the door. His hand on the doorknob. He bit his lower lip, wondering what would happen if he opened them and took you in his arms just like he has done centuries ago...

Your receding footsteps snapped him out of his little fantasy. He couldn't think about it now. Whatever it was between you, it was in the past. Now you probably wouldn't appreciate his... soft side he had for you.

But he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he kissed you. If only he would do what he has longed for for ages and enclose you in his embrace and listen to your steady, comforting heartbeat which pushed away all his shadows and which was proof that he wasn't as terrifyingly and utterly alone as he had told himself all along.

He sighed long and hard. The cold around him and the shadows that once again took over the war room reminded him that your warmth and light had long ago ceased to be his reach. All he could do was watch from a distance. Like a sinner waiting for deliverance (which he will never get) from his little saint.

With the loss of your grandmother's necklace, your dreams turned into flashbacks of Aleksander's life, interspersed with occasional memories of your past encounters.

This night was no different from any other.

You ran through the forest knowing all too well what was about to happen.

It was one of those nights when the Drüskelle attacked the village of Grishas you were live in with your grandmother.

This time they had the courtesy not to burn down the "demon hatchery" but to stalk you like some fucking forest animals. You ran ahead, only glancing back from time to time.

You only had to run a few metres before you reached the safe place where your grandmother was supposed to be waiting for you. You thought back to your nameless companion. You wondered if your dark-eyed boy had found a shelter.

Halfway through, you began to notice riders approaching you. You had no choice. You had to fight them if you wanted to survive and reach the hideout without the bloodthirsty Grisha killers following you.

You looked around, making sure no one else was around you, and used your light to kill them.

Those you couldn't kill, at least you blinded them enough to fall off their horses. It gave you enough time to run away from them and, for a moment, to lose them in the thicket of the forest.

You didn't enjoy the peace for long.

The Drüskelle surrounded you rather quickly, attracted by your rare skills. Before you had time to look back, one of them threw a metal net at you.

You hissed in pain as you felt the protruding metal spikes digging into your skin. Just as you were about to summon all your light to blind them all, the clearing was plunged into total darkness.

You breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the ground and listening to the screams of suffering of your tormentors, who were slowly beginning to be swallowed up by the shadows. You didn't open your eyes as everything went quiet. You were too tired to move a finger and blood was still oozing from your wounds.

The weight of the metal mesh was lifted off you, and strong, familiar arms lifted you off the ground, placing you on someone's lap. You sighed at his scent and relaxed completely in his arms.

Your moment of calm lasted until you felt an extra pair of hands on you. You tensed in his arms and opened your eyes, panicked and ready to attack the young woman kneeling in front of you.

"Shh…it's okay, sunshine. You're safe." he whispered in your ear, still holding you close to his chest. "Luda is a healer. She will help you."

The woman nodded and smiled. "So you're his famous sunshine... I've heard a lot about you from him. He's been pining for you for months now. Even his mother is sick of him mentioning you all the time and missing you like some puppy in love." she teases as she puts her hands to your wounds. Only now do you notice that you have an arrow in your leg.

"Luda!" he hisses, scolding her. "This is not the time and place. We need to get out of here as fast as possible." The woman sticks her tongue out at him, but she speeds up her work anyway.

For a brief moment, you feel jealous of the bond they have with each other. But you choose to ignore it. It'll be better if he finds someone else. After all, you'll live forever, and he... will just be a wonderful memory. However, you can't help but turn gently in his arms and give him a mischievous glare as you ask, "Did you miss me?"

He freezes for a moment and stares at you intently, lingering on your lips for a moment too long for Luda and you not to notice. But only you hear his soft whisper and the warmth of his breath as he comes back to himself and confesses quietly, looking only at you, "Day and night."

You look at each other and you know that if you had a little more time, even the presence of his friend wouldn't stop him from leaning in and kissing your lips, which he's been longing for since you left him with that mischievous smirk and that lame nickname instead of your real name.

But the pounding of hooves pulls you out of that moment. Luda jumps up first after healing you and waits for the two of you to move on. He helps you get up. You thank the healer for healing you and are about to leave them to run alone when a strong hand on your wrist stops you.

Dark eyes stare at you menacingly, leaving you no room to argue. "You're not going anywhere. I need to keep an eye on you until it's safe." And with that, you are drawn along with him and Luda. The three of you keep running, traversing the forest as fast as you can.

He protects the three of you by creating shadows that hide you in the thicket of trees. Suddenly it starts raining. The three of you sigh with relief, knowing full well that the rain will destroy your tracks and you will lose them much faster. You only stop in some cave, all exhausted from running, when you stay quiet.

He pulls you close, wrapping his arms protectively around you. And despite you don't want to admit it, you know there's nowhere as safe as here in his arms.

You feel his heart racing in his chest and pounding like crazy. You lean against him more, causing him to rest his cheek against your head. His nose brushes your cheek lightly, making you shiver and blush slightly.

The bastard smiles for a moment, still listening to see if anyone is approaching you. Luda gives you two a meaningful look. You ignore her and spin in the arms of the shadow summoner.

"I... I think I will go now."

"Absolutely not." he protests and reaches out to grab your wrist to make sure you don't stray too far from him. You roll your eyes at him and sigh in annoyance.

"My grandmother is waiting for me. I was meant to join her ages ago. She must be worried."

"Then he will escort you there." Luda speaks up, gaining both of our attention. "Don't look at me like that; you'll panic until you see her again, and the saints know when that will be. Please, for my sanity and everyone around him, let him."

We both blushed, looking awkwardly at each other. Neither is ready to look the other in the eye or initiate a cave exit. Luda sighs and pushes us out of our hiding place.

You start walking, and he faithfully follows you, keeping a close eye on the terrain. The silence between you is heavy. You both know very well that you may not meet again, being on the run all the time and escaping the attention of dangerous, hostile people. At some point, you reach a crossroads where you decide to say goodbye to him. Your grandmother's safe place is in sight.

"So… I guess that's it." you say when you stand in front of each other.

"Yes... I guess it is." he says, looking at you absently, thoughtfully. His tone of voice is… sad, regretful that you two just got back together and you're already walking away from him.

"I.. um... I'm not good at goodbyes." you speak awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. He smiles tenderly, seeing you so lost for the first time.

"Neither am I." he admits, but his posture and gaze convey more composure and confidence than you currently have.

However, you both know what you really want right now.

You stare at each other for a moment longer before moving towards each other and connecting your lips in a long-awaited kiss. You pull him closer by the lapels of his coat, and he entangles his hands in your hair, preventing you from moving away from him. You don't want to. You cling to him, afraid that he will disappear in a moment, catching the last moments you can spend with him before returning to the brutal reality where you can't be together.

You pull away from each other only because you're both out of air. But you don't pull away from each other. If anything, he pulls you even closer and rests his chin against your shoulder, inhaling your scent and trying to obscure every detail of you.

"Take care of yourself." he says while still hugging you. The warmth of his breath caresses your cool cheek, making you shiver.

"I will." you promise as he pulls back just a tiny bit so he can look at you.

"And don't walk through the forest alone."

"How else am I supposed to give you a chance to be my hero?"

You both giggle, staring at each other. The smile on your face slowly fades as he moves closer to you. He places his hand on your cheek and leans in towards you. You hold your breath, captivated by his next move. You close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you, but instead he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Aleksander."

You freeze. You stare at him as he reluctantly pulls away from you, dropping a strand of your hair that he has taken between his fingers. And this time it's you staring at his receding silhouette while your heart is pounding like crazy.

Aleksander… your nameless hero soon turned into your villain and the cause of suffering not only for you, but for all the inhabitants of Ravka.

"Rise and shine, Darkling!" you greet him and enter his chambers, after making sure you close the door behind you and only he can hear you.

"I've cut people in half for saying that nickname." he is dawdling and leaving his bedroom. He frowns as he sees that you've changed the colour of your kefta and are now proudly wearing a dark blue, symbolising your allegiance as an Etherealki but at the same time emphasising your uniqueness as a sun summoner.

"But not me. I'm a sun summoner, and we're in your chambers. You won't risk cutting any of your belongings, and you accidentally need me badly for your machiavelous plans, so I feel very safe."

"I can always punish you for your disobedience, sunshine. I am your general, after all." you snort, pretending that using that nickname didn't do anything to you.

"I don't exactly remember the moment I agreed to join your army." you cross your arms and lean against one of his armchairs, glaring at him defiantly.

"That was when you moved into the apartment next to me, didn't you notice?" he asks with a mischievous grin, walking over to you.

"The bed was too comfortable." you say, shrugging your shoulders.

You take his black kefta that was left on the armchair and throw it at him. You snort, amused, and then laugh as he, completely unprepared for your move, lets the kefta slap him in the face.

He frowns and puts on his kefta, studying your smiling face. You don't expect it at all when he suddenly reaches for a pillow and throws it at you.

You gasped in surprise, but then smiled widely, laughing. Amusement sparkled in your eyes as you tossed a pillow at him and grabbed another.

Aleksander dodged your attack and approached you, trying to yank the pillow out of your hands. You fought for a while, you laughing amused, he smiling, hearing your laughter, which for centuries only haunted him in dreams.

He couldn't deny even to himself that hearing that sweet sound again, seeing the dimples formed from your wide smile made him forget everything else.

He finally managed to snatch the pillow from your hands and tossed it behind him. You were pinned to the wall by him. You both stared at each other, breathing fast after the little fight you two had just had.

For a while, you were just Aleksander and Y/N again. Two people who had nothing on their mind except the nagging question of whether the other craves and longs as much what you once had between you.

To feel the familiar scent, the soft, electrifying touch, the softness of lips, the quickened heartbeat uniting in the same sure rhythm as you both lose yourself completely in each other, limiting your world only to the only one you ever wanted.

And you know that if he leaned in and connected your lips right now, you'd give up. You would forget everything, everything but him would be meaningless to you.

That is why you silently thank the saints when, at the moment when he begins to lean in to kiss you after centuries of longing for the comfort only your lips could give him, someone knocks at the door.

You pull away just in time as heartrender enters Aleksander's chambers after a short knock. The man stops, obviously shocked to see you in the general's chambers.

"What is it, Ivan?" Aleksander asks.

His voice is cool, subdued, you know it all too well. You've never heard him speak like that before. Like an imperious general who would not tolerate opposition or interference in his plans. And this Ivan's sudden intrusion obviously didn't suit him.

"It's... time to go, general. Our people are waiting."

"Good. I shall be right there in a minute."

"Of course, sir."

Ivan go out of the room, leaving you two alone again. Aleksander clears his throat.

"Ready to go?" he asks, turning to face you, the tone of his voice is... different. Warmer, more familiar, the gentle way he always turns to you, even when he's mad as hell.

"Yes. I have my favorite weapons and Fedyor made sure I packed a spare kefta. By the way, I don't need a nanny, Aleksander. Stop sending your heartrenders to watch over me."

"Would you prefer me to be in their place, then?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. You don't miss the sparkle of amusement in his eyes as he opens the door, letting you out first.

"Maybe... with your many general's duties, you wouldn't have time to keep an eye on me." you speak cunningly. Aleksander smiles genuinly.

He hadn't expected this morning to be so... peaceful and carefree. Things weren't always like this with you, and he feared he wouldn't count on it to happen especially now. But he was wrong... and strangely he could get used to it. As long as you were the only one to ruin his plans and expectations.

"That's why you would participate in them with me." he says teasingly which makes you roll your eyes.

"You know how to entertain a girl, General." you snort, slapping his arm with yours as you shove him lightly, speeding towards the exit of the Little Palace.

Aleksander frowns as he sees the black steel, shining in the sunlight, sticking out of your boot.

He speeds up, catching up with you again. Your kefta flapping behind you two as you walk at a brisk pace, ignoring Grishas' gazes at you.

"Well, it seems that I'm so memorable that the girl can't part with a memento of me. It's my dagger, isn't it, sunshine? The one I gave you ages ago."

"What? No. Do you think ordinary steel would last that long?" you ask, trying to mock him, but Aleksander knows better.

"Under the protection of good Durasts? Undoubtedly." he says confidently as he takes advantage of your moment of inattention and pulls out your dagger.

He turns it over in his hands, smiling when he realizes he's right. However, you quickly take the steel from his hands and put it back in your shoe.

"I... you know, even if it is the same dagger, it doesn't matter, because you are already more under my 'unmemorable spell' that you decide to take as your sign the one I made for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Please... the sun in the eclipse? It was my idea." you say, pointing to one of the banners on the walls of the Little Palace.

"Maybe yes, maybe not. It was centuries ago. Who would remember that? But you, sunshine, are so sentimental that you kept this dagger. And I tought you were too smart to be seduced by me."

"Do not flatter yourself. It's just a good weapon." you say, trying to brush him off, but that goofy smirk on his lips doesn't disappear even after you leave the palace walls and go into your stable clothes.

"Surely. Because it was mine."

"Be careful. Your ego is starting to get bigger than the fold."

The memory of the fold effectively destroys the playful atmosphere between you two.

And you kind of regret bringing it up on purpose as you watch him tense next to you and walk off without a word, to talk to his most trusted men.

You look away from him and tighten your hand on your grandmother's bracelet. You promised to stay away from him. Meanwhile, you were going to a war against Fjerdans with the man who was the reason why you lost everything what was precious in your life. The only family and shelter you had known.

Aleksander could be your soulmate, but your potential relationship wouldn't do any good.

At least that's what you were trying to tell yourself, watching out of the corner of your eye as the man who created the fold made sure all his soldiers were ready to leave and for the coming fight.

And in that moment, he seemed to you who he wanted you to believe. Protector of all Grishas. Their savior. Starless Saint...

You flinched, looking away from him as he climbed onto his horse. His dark coat over his kefta wrapped around him like shadows, and the deep blackness reminded you of the horrors of the fold.

No. He was just a Black Heretic. An unfeeling, power-hungry monster who has caused millions to suffer.

At least believing in it was an easier solution for you. Unlike him, you've always been looking for easiest way of solving problems... and you couldn't help, but wander maybe you were the selfish one after all?

The neighing of a horse break you out of your reverie. Aleksander rides up to you on his black horse and extends his hand in your direction, inviting (or rather commanding) you to ride with him.

"I can ride a horse by myself." you snort, crossing your arms.

"I didn't doubt." he says in a serious, cold tone, looking at you defiantly in the eyes. His hand is still open for you to take.

You look between his hand and his dark eyes. Behind you, you hear the murmur of other Grishas talking.

One stern look from Aleksander silences everyone. They begin to prepare to leave again, only a few have the courage to cast furtive glances your way.

"Please, Y/N." he whispers so only you can hear him. You know why he wants you to ride with him. The Fjerdans took more from you than both of you would like to admit. He was afraid of losing you… even though you were still an annoying brat to each other.

You roll your eyes and take his hand. You sit in front of him. His hands embrace you and hold you. Enough to respect your privacy and enough to make sure you don't fall. Always a gentleman. You take the horse's reins and, with his order, you all ride out of the palace.

Two weeks. That's how long you managed to stay out from any troubles. (Or rather, how long it took you to get to the Fjerdans border and settle into the camp.)

More than once you fought, you ran, you tried to survive, holding on to your dear life as the only precious thing you had.

But you've never been in a war before. You did not know the realities that awaited you. And Aleksander took great pains not to let you know them or stick your nose out of the camp.

Which annoyed you a lot. That's why you decided to sneak out for a walk when Aleksander was too busy to notice.

And that's how you ran into Drüskelle.

You weren't looking for trouble, really. And you would have made it safely past them and back to camp if they hadn't had other Grishas at the end of their blades.

Therefore, without thinking much, you summoned your light and attacked them.

You managed to free some of the Grishas. They quickly joined the fight against Drüskelle. Some of them (the most wounded) took advantage of the opportunity and ran towards the camp.

Blood was pouring around you. You could feel the familiar thrill of power as you unleashed your light. You rarely summoned them in large numbers, but since Aleksander announced your existence to the world, you've had to get used to it.

You couldn't hide anymore. The summoner of the sun had to go on the scene and save the world... even if you weren't ready for it or wanted to be a saint or a hero.

You got so lost in thought that you separated yourself from the group of fighting Grishas. You were alone with a few Drüskelles in an empty field. You decided to summon a huge ball of light and blind them all, burning out more than their eyes in the process.

Before you could do it, one of them approached you from behind. You stabbed him in the chest with a sword, but another approached you and handcuffed your hands, preventing you from summoning.

He kicked you to the ground and stood over you, sword in hand, ready to kill you.

But suddenly he froze. Blood gushed out of him, falling partly onto you as his lifeless body fell to the ground, cuted in half. Black, shadow-tainted blood oozed from his wounds.

You looked up to see Aleksander. He comes to you worried. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that you're fine.

"Still don't need my help?" he asks, extending his hand to help you up. "I should tie you to me."

You huff furiously as you stand up by yourself. More annoyed that he was the one who helped you than that he killed Drüskelle. You shake off your blue kefta and look around the clearing and the halved bodies.

"We could have questioned them first." you say mad. He sighs as he looks at you. You see a flicker of tiredness before he puts his mask back on.

"Is there anyone other than you who does things right in your eyes?" he asks, rummaging through the pockets of the dead Fjerdans and pulling out the key to the handcuffs.

"A lot of people. Of course not you." you say as you walk up to him and lift your handcuffed hands.

"Maybe I should have left you in those handcuffs then." he turns and walks away from you towards the camp.

"Aleksander!" you shout after him, not caring if anyone hears you, and run to catch up with him. Aleksander looks at you reprovingly and sighs, shaking his head.

The moment you are about to grab his hand, you stumble. And if it weren't for the man's quick reflexes, you'd have landed on the ground.

Aleksander catches you and helps you stand up again. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the sleeve of his kefta slip down, revealing the tattoo of your name on his wrist. You stare at it for a moment, somehow captivated by the black writing that resembles your handwriting.

You've only seen his name on your wrist twice in your life. You always made sure you had a bracelet from your grandma which hid it. And now, seeing Aleksander just wearing a tattoo of your name like it was the most ordinary and normal thing to do, makes you feel kind of guilty.

Especially after he glances disappointedly at your bracelet wrist and pulls away from you, covering his soulmate sign with his sleeve.

He clears his throat and tosses you the key. You catch it and look at him carefully.

"In five minutes at the camp. If you don't come back, I'll bind you to my heartenders." he speaks coldly, and even though you can't see his eyes and his tone remains neutral, you know he's hurt. You know that you hurt him. And you don't feel good about it at all.

"As you wish, general." you reply in an equally unemotional tone, and somehow the fact that you named him by his title creates an even greater gulf between you.

He walks away, his black cloak billowing behind him as he leaves you alone in a clearing full of corpses.

You've done it to him hundreds of times. And yet the taste of your own medicine is more bitter than you thought. And you can't help but wonder if it was killing him as much as it was killing you right now.

You came back to camp in a bad mood. Whispers about how Sankta Y/N saved Grishas from the Drüskelles group didn't make you feel any better.

You tried to spot Aleksander's black kefta in the crowd of people. You needed to talk and work things out between you two if you were going to work together to win this war against the Fjerdans.

It's not that you didn't like it when he spoke to you coldly and act distantly towards you. It didn't bother you at all. Not even a little bit...

You return to the camp and as you go deeper, into the zone where the highest rank soldiers are, you feel the atmosphere change to... more tense.

Finally, you see Aleksander. He's talking to Ivan, his expression is... stoic. He wears his mask again, hiding his emotions when Ivan gives him some information.

You approach them and manage to overhear what Ivan is saying. You freeze, standing right behind Aleksander. The king sent soldiers of the second army to the front, where the Fjerdans forces were at their greatest.

The king sent them to slaughter… certain death. You both knew it. Aleksander nodded to Ivan and walked briskly towards his tent, not wanting to hear any more about Grishas' losses in his army.

You sigh, shifting your gaze to the heartrender. "How many?"

"Hundred. More or less." you nod, whispering a silent thank you. The guilt begins to build up inside you.

You were the summoner of the sun. One of the most powerful Grisha… and you still couldn't protect your people. You spent hundreds of years in hiding, developing your obsession with destroying the fold that you failed to see another, more sinister problem in the heart and borders of Ravka.

You let your personal grudge overshadow everything else. And on your way to Aleksander's tent you couldn't help but wonder… was the fold really the problem?

You hesitantly enter Aleksander's tent and pull down the tent's curtain behind you. As you'd expect, his shadows roam the room as he darts around the room looking for some papers.

"What? Are you going to give me another lecture about my incompetence? Or remind me that I'm a monster?" he asks, not hiding his anger as he hears your footsteps inside his tent.

"That's… wasn't exactly my intentions…"

"So say what you want and get out of my sight." he growls in frustration as he flips through the various plans, sheets, notes, and maps on his small desk. Other papers and books lay scattered around the tent, cluttering it.

"I have… some idea how to solve this problem."

"What? Will you make a big ball of light that everyone will be scared of?" he asks sarcastically, mocking you as he reaches for his glass of whiskey.

"Aleksander..." you sigh, hurt, and try to put your hand on his shoulder in comfort, but he pulls away from you as if your touch burns him.

"No, Y/N! You have no idea what's going on here. You've been hiding for hundreds of years from the eyes of others and you didn't care about the fate of the Grishas! Leave me alone and let me take care of my people."

"There are my people too! I want what's best for them too!" you argue with him, furious that he treats you this way. None of this was your fault...or so you thought.

"For how long? How long will it be before you leave them when they need you the most?!" you frown, understanding the slight allusion and hint of resentment in his voice.

"Are you really doing this about us? You're pathetic." you say and turn on your heel to go to your part of the tent, don't want to talk with him anymore today.

"Says a woman who can't defend herself and runs away from everything." he taunts, sipping alcohol from a glass as he watches you avoiding confrontation.

"I can take care of myself!" you scream in fury, walking up to him in three big strides to stand in front of him and prove him wrong.

"Somehow you always end up saved by me! And you always treat me worse than the dirt under your shoes."

"Because you are my curse. The reason I fell, the reason I lost everything! I hate you! I hate you for being the Black Heretic! I hate you for creating the fold! I hate that your damn name is on my wrist!" you scream, pounding his chest with every sentence you say. He grabs your wrists and digs his fingers hard in the place where his name should be on your wrist.

"Oh, believe me, it bothers you less than me. For hundreds of years I have been forced to suffer because of your immaturity and indecisiveness." he growls furiously in your face as you both send a hostile stares at each other.

"My immaturity? My indecisiveness?"

"I wasn't the one of us who denied having a soulmate for hundreds of years. If anyone of us is pathetic here, it is you, sunshine."

"Me? Denying you? Look now."

You speak and step across the space between you. You pull him to you by the heel of his black kefta and kiss him passionately, aggressively, putting all your anger and desire for him into the kiss.

You are to pull away from him and sneer at how he is charmed by your lips when he suddenly pushes you against the desk. Your hips hit the wood as Aleksander presses his body against yours, kissing you greedily as his hands cup your cheeks - making sure you won't leave until he's taken what he wants and needs, what he's so desperately longed for over the centuries.

You answer him with equal passion, tugging on his hair at the base of his neck as you pull him as close to you as possible.

Nothing else in this world matters to you now. Volcra and Drüskelle could invade that tent and you and Aleksander would still be kissing, perhaps just sending your light and shadows against them to keep them out of your way when you finally get what you want.

The desk digs into your hips uncomfortably, but you'd be damned to move away from him now as he continues to kiss you and trails one hand up your body and begins to slowly lift the fabric of your kefta up.

You moan into his lips as his fingertips meet the skin of your waist, amplifying your powers. You can swear that for a moment the rays of the sun flow from your fingers.

Then you pull away from each other. You both breathe heavily, looking at each other as you try to process what just happened between you two.

"Aleksander Morozova… I hate you." you gasp, leaning against his desk as you try to catch a breath. You hate him... for always making you want him more.

"I know." he just whisper, looking at you. You can't read the expression on his face, and his dark eyes take you in completely.

You clear your throat and take a step forward to avoid him and exit the tent, but he blocks your way.

He tentatively raises his hand and places it tenderly on your cheek. You automatically lean into his touch. His eyes move from yours to your mouth. He licks his lips and stares at you silently, thinking of his next move as you stare at him in anticipation.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, your voice barely audible, as if you are afraid that at any moment you will break this moment between you and he will pull away from you when the warmth of his touch is all you want to feel right now.

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he leans forward and gives you enough time and space to move away from him. But you don't. That's why he digs himself greedily into your lips again.

He pushes you back onto the desk, this time you sit on it and wrap your legs around his waist, needing him to be as close to you as possible.

"We should stop." he mumbles, pulling away from your lips and resting his forehead against yours. His eyes are closed as if he's trying to pull himself together to pull away from you.

"We should." you agree, but lean in to kiss him again. He doesn't protest, he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to the desk.

"I have people to safe." he whispers, moving his kisses to your jaw and neck. You shiver at the feel of his warm breath and soft lips against your cold skin.

"We have." you correct him and slowly undo his kefta.

"I shouldn't want you."

"Neither should I." you agree with him, sliding the black material of his kefta off his shoulders. Aleksander picks you up from the desk and kisses you passionately, carrying you to the bed. In the meantime, you're working on undoing his shirt.

The feel of your fingers on his bare chest sobered him up. He hovers over you, watching you intently as he engages in an internal battle with what he wants to do and what he should do.

"Y/N." he whispers, his eyes locked on yours as you play with his hair.

"Aleksander." he sighs, resting his forehead against yours as you stroke his cheek.

His beard tickles you slightly, but you don't mind. In fact, you think he's much better with it... handsomer. Aleksander closes his eyes, rubbing his nose against yours.

"Say you didn't want this. Say that you hate me. That you despise me, that you loathe me. That you wish I died in the fold centuries ago." he says, cupping your cheek tenderly with his hand and opening his eyes, waiting for your response.

"You know I can't... you are everything... everything I have left." you admit. And apparently that's all Aleksander needs to dive into you and take your lips again in a passionate kiss.

You moan into his mouth as he starts ripping off your navy kefta and throwing it behind him. You have the feeling that after this night you will only be able to wear the black one he gave you earlier. But somehow you don't mind anymore.

And you think... that maybe you could be his soulmate for a while... or at least for this one night... to feel his electric touch once again.

[enassbraid]

Congrats on 800 followers!!

So may I ask for chigiri with no.14 from your event? Tq! Have a nice day/night!

Combining these requests… just to make things a tad bit easier for myself

Prompt 14 | "You're so lucky you're cute."

No cw's, pure fluff! wc - 726

800 follower event!

"So you're just gonna lay there?" Chigiri's question remained in the air, your slumped figure on the bed stayed still despite the redhead's hand shaking you.

Yours and Chigiri's friends had all planned to hang out today. It wasn't going to be anything fancy, just a small get together with friends. Although much to your disappointment, they planned to meet up rather early in your eyes.

"It's sooo early Hyoma, can't we go later?" You drew out your words, not only emphasizing your sleepy state, but also the dramatic tone in your voice. "Your friends can wait, can't they? At one in the afternoon... I doubt anyone is fully awake."

"(Name), at one in the afternoon, most people have been awake for hours." He deadpanned, earning an exaggerated sigh from your lips.

"Do we have to show up on time?"

"You sound just like Nagi.."

"I bet he's not even up right now..."

Chigiri knew this wasn't going anywhere and he was only wasting his breath. Once you were set on something, you wouldn't budge. And right now, you were set on sleeping in with him (even if he wasn't sleepy in the slightest).

He rolled his eyes playfully, opening his phone to snap a quick photo of your curled up frame.

Princess 'me and (name) are gonna be late' *one attachment* 'this one wanted to sleep in till noon and won't budge"

"Hyoma... can you lay back down? It's getting cold." You murmured, voice muffled by the pillow you were snuggled up to. Chigiri let out a chuckle at the sight, finding you both incredibly oblivious and adorable at the same time.

"I swear, you're so lucky you're cute."

He finally caved, pulling the pillow your arms were wrapped around away and replacing it with himself. After all, your friends could wait a little bit longer.

At this point in the day, Rin only wanted to go home and lay with you in the comfort of your shared bed. But alas, that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon.

"It'll only take a couple seconds! Please Rin?" Your hand was interlocked with his, while your free hand was pointing toward an arcade across the street. Tons of cute, colorful plushies were displayed through the window, easily attracting the attention of anyone passing by.

Unfortunately for Rin, you weren't exempt from those people.

"And who's to say you'll be able to win one? Seconds turn into hours fast in those places you know."

You didn't hide your pouting face. In fact, you were hoping Rin would notice it, feel bad, and give into your idea. But this is Rin Itoshi, of course he wouldn't...

...for anyone else

He sighed, "fine, but you're lucky your cute. If you weren't, I wouldn't be doing this." You squealed in excitement, repeating 'thank you's over and over.

Stepping foot into the arcade, you spotted the plushie you've been eyeing since you saw it. It was a decently sized fluffy black cat with green dots for eyes, "doesn't it look like you, Rinnie?"

In your eyes, the plush cat resembled him greatly. From the color scheme to it's blank expression. Of course, Rin refused to admit seeing any similarities in a plushie. He stayed silent, inserting coins into the claw machine (that was most likely rigged) without a second thought.

"Hey, I can win it on my own? You really don't have to-"

"Shut it, I'm gonna win this and you're gonna watch," he said with a determined look on his face. You merely rolled your eyes at his attitude, muttering a small "whatever."

Claw machines are almost always rigged. It's either the claw is too small, too big, or has little to no grip. Truthfully, you were planning to win with pure luck rather than skill. So it's no wonder your eyes widened as the claw opened, dropping the stuffed animal into the winner's box.

"You actually got it..." you breathed, kneeling down to take the rin-like black cat out of the machine. "Were you doubting me?" he asked, one eye twitching in slight annoyance at the thought.

"Maybe a little."

It was safe to say Rin only got half his wish when you arrived home. While he got to cuddle with you, he also had to put up with the plushie you snuggled into at the same time.

© enassbraid 2023. i do not permit plagiarism, translations, or reposts of my work on any platform

[shrinkthisviolet]

How about director's commentary on 'we'll give the world to you (and you'll blow us all away?'

Ooh gladly! Below the cut for length:

So this fic was written as part of Maiko "Halloweek" (so called because it was the week leading up to Halloween), aka Fall Maiko Week, back in 2020. Maiko was, and still is, one of my favorite ATLA ships, and writing this prompt also endeared me to Izumi too—I don't believe I'd seen LOK yet, though she's barely in it anyway.

One of the important aspects to me while writing this was implementing one of my headcanons: they got married relatively early, but waited a while to have kids. And part of that means they dealt with pressure about having an heir as soon as possible...mostly from the Fire Sages, who are worried that Zuko might die before conceiving an heir. And it's not that the worry is unfounded, but it's the persistence.

It was a nice chance, also, to highlight the Gaang's closeness. This is one of my favorite snippets of that:

…Zuko had the full force of the chi-blocking Kyoshi Warriors, a master waterbender, the Avatar, a master swordsman, a master earth- and metalbender, and a master knife-thrower behind him. Anyone who dared oppose him would fail, of that the Gaang (Sokka’s name for them, expanded to include the Kyoshi Warriors) was certain.

And also this, showcasing a little Maitara friendship:

... Mai found out from a furious Katara that they’d been approaching members of Team Avatar in an attempt to circumvent the royals.

“What’d you do?”

“Threatened to freeze them if they tried it again. But I’d keep my eyes peeled, just in case they didn't get the memo.”

The worst part is that even when they finally get the hint and back off in the pestering...the rumors don't stop:

The Fire Sages no longer brought up the need to have an heir, but Zuko and Mai had endeared themselves to the palace staff enough to know about the whispers. The sneers that perhaps the marriage was not as happy as presumed, that perhaps the Fire Lady had already been pregnant when they wed (apparently, some in the Fire Nation were praying that this was true, and Zuko had never felt like committing murder more than in that moment).

Of course, as stated later, the Fire Sages are spreading the rumors. The palace staff are too endeared to Mai and Zuko by this point...and the Fire Sages intend to force their hand however possible.

Also, this adorable Maiko moment, with a little Maiaang friendship:

“Since when are you into proverbs?” Zuko teased.

“I’ve been befriended by a certain Air Nomad,” she replied with a smirk. “It turns out, he and your uncle speak the same language.”

“And you’ve picked it up?”

“Unfortunately.”

And this one:

...he focused his efforts on the creation of the United Republic of Nations and enlisted Toph and Mai’s help in replacing the gossiping Fire Sages. When the Fire Sages protested, he simply said, “If you wanted my ear, you shouldn’t have insulted my wife.”

I love them 🥰 I will go down with this ship fr (that last line in particular...one of my favorites I've ever written)

Also...Mai telling Zuko she's pregnant under Yue's light (right after Zuko tells her Yue's story) is intentional, given that Izumi is born at the moon's peak—which itself is also intentional!

But back to that in a bit. For now...Mai and Zuko's shared anxiety was important for me to convey:

He looked at Mai very seriously and said, “Do you want this? Really, and truly, do you want to have this child?”

She looked back at him, first startled, then serious like him, and nodded firmly. “I do. But I also want to do it right. I want our child to know they’re loved, always, and that they never have to earn it.”

They both want their child, they want to do right by them, but they're scared too. And of course they'll do their level best and even beyond that, but that anxiety can be hard to shake. It takes time!

But now, back to Izumi:

Princess Izumi was born in late spring, at the moon’s peak, with a quick but steady breath in her lungs. It had been a difficult birth for her mother, and a stressful event for her father, and the fact that she had even lived to breathe was a miracle in itself.

As mentioned prior, Izumi being born at the moon's peak would likely be unusual for a firebender. Late spring itself probably isn't too strange, even if summer would likely be more auspicious.

Izumi has a little asthma at birth too! Nothing too serious, but she is the first (and only) child. I've never liked the hc that Mai dies in childbirth, or that she and Zuko stop having kids because of pregnancy complications...but as someone who's the eldest child, yeah, we are usually pretty difficult births (one of my baby cousins was too).

And then, of course...it gets worse, because Izumi doesn't have the Spark.

So here's the thing about the Spark: I've admittedly never been totally sure what it is, I've always imagined it as the sun hitting a baby's eyes in a specific way...but I also think it's superstition more than it's legit. Zuko didn't have a Spark either, and he's a formidable bender. It's probably an old wive's tale, and it rightfully Zuko off:

“You cannot have a nonbender heir,” another Sage snapped. “It has never been done!”

“I was presumed to be a nonbender upon my birth,” Zuko retorted sharply, “and I ask you to mind your tone. I am your Fire Lord and this child’s father. If you’d like to try appealing to my wife, I assure you, my feelings toward this pale in comparison."

...

“Believe me, she means it,” Zuko said coldly from the door, startling the Sages. “And so do I. One more step towards my wife or daughter, and I will not hesitate to incinerate you.”

Another fun part was writing Mai getting pissed too:

Unbelievably, they tried just that, not even giving Mai the courtesy of sleep before approaching her. Mai, being both sleep-deprived and furious that they would propose infanticide, warned,

“Get away from my daughter or she won’t be the one disposed of today.”

Any time I get to write her emotions, it's really fun for me, because she's usually such a reserved character, while I am very much not 😅 she's so unlike me, so it's always fun to dig into why she's like that (which I've done in other fics), and show her being more emotional as she marries Zuko and grows older, to show how she's grown and changed 💞

Zuko being protective of Mai was fun to write too...and him being protective of Izumi!! He loves her so much already 🥰 and speaking of which...I loved writing this first moment of him holding her:

“Getting sappy on me? Save that for Izzy.”

Zuko smiled at his daughter. “Hello, my little turtleduck. Don’t mind your mother. She loves us, really.”

Loved it so much that it ended up as the preview in the summary 😂

Also ofc, this scene with him and Izumi later:

“And this is the turtleduck pond, where the turtleducks live! Except you, of course, little one.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re my little turtleduck, and you’re actually human, so you get to live in the palace with me and your mom!”

But Izumi caught sight of the turtleducks, who were squawking happily at her, and seemingly out of nowhere, she burst out crying.

“Oh! Oh, um..what’s wrong, Turtleduck?” The name only made Izumi cry harder, and Zuko winced. “Um...Izzy? Izumi? What’s wrong, sweetie?” Her crying didn’t abate, and Zuko flipped her on her stomach and over his shoulder, patting her back firmly in an attempt to burp her.

He gets so worried here, it's adorable 🥺 remember what I said earlier about how Maiko both want Izumi but they're scared/anxious, and both things coexist? This demonstrates that. Zuko's a little out of his depth, and it shows, and I loved writing this. No parents are perfect to start off, especially not parents like Mai and Zuko who are flying...mostly blind (with help ofc, but even so...they're the full-time parents). But they're determined to do right by Izumi no matter what.

Mai says something to that effect here:

“Look, Zuko. What you did, when she was crying? The way you panicked and tried to soothe her in any way you could? That’s the mark of a great father. That’s the mark of a father who cares, who might not have all the answers but still wants to try.” She smiled softly. “It’s leagues better than either of our fathers, I’ll tell you that.”

As Mai says, she's “full of good points”, and I’m quite inclined to agree 🥰

(Also, as a bonus, I got to throw a little shade at parts of the ATLA comics. Aang refuses to even consider killing Zuko, and Kei Lo is Mai’s ex, not her boyfriend. Ahh how I love throwing shade at the comics 💞)

director’s commentary ask game!

[strwberri-milk]

Here’s an idea How you meet ft Dainsleif, Baizhu and enjou(seperately )

Female reader

Fluff plz

Als may I be tagged if it’s done plz

Dainsleif, Baizhu, Enjou X Reader || Fluff, Dainsleif just collapses bc he's old and tired || 1.4k words

(a/n - unfortunately I couldn't find too many of the kinds of voicelines I wanted to for them to study up so i hope that these portrayals are to your liking! i would also like to say requests are open so if anyone else would like to feel free to send yours in!)

Dansleif:

The day feels so much longer than usual. The herb picking you do only gets more and more tedious with time. It was exhausting work but as soon as you heard that some of the most elusive flowers were spotted blooming at a nearby cliff's edge you just had to make your way to it. After all, if you had them in your possession you'd be able to take care of so many more ailments than you were currently capable of.

You sit yourself down on the grass, sighing a little as you take a breather. It was a beautiful day at least, making the work smoother. For a second, you consider laying down to take a nap. The area was relatively safe after all and it couldn't hurt to just close your eyes for a second.

Just as you're about to, a man comes out of the forest, struggling to breathe properly and limping. His eyes meet yours for a split second, the striking blue and star-like pupil set startling you before he falls down, clearly in pain.

Thankfully, you were perfectly prepared.

When the man comes to, you quickly press a flask of tea into his hands, urging him to drink before speaking. You can see the hesitation on his face, about to return it to you when you take a drink of it yourself, letting some of it drip down the side of your mouth so he can confirm that you weren't just duping him, giving it to him again.

"You don't seem to be too injured," you say gratefully. "I think you just collapsed from exhaustion. Don't worry - I know what I'm doing. I'm a healer at a nearby village."

His eyes search your face, trying to determine if you were lying to him or not. Against his better judgment, he takes a sip of the tea, pleasantly surprised at how it tastes. You wait to see if he'll say anything about it, fiddling with your hands as he finishes it and returns your flask to you. He stands up and experimentally flexes his muscles, the stiffness from before totally abated.

"Thank you," he says with a clearing of his throat, nodding at you.

"I'm sorry for any distress I may have caused."

You shake your head, brushing off the dirt from your clothes.

"Don't mention it, really. I'm just glad you're alright. If you need anything you can come back to my home. I can send you off with a few good meals and some more herbs after you get some rest."

He shakes his head, turning away from you.

"I have a lot of work to do. As generous as the offer is, I'm afraid I can't take you up on it."

You get the sense that if you don't say anything to him right now you'll never see him again, a small voice in your head begging you to not let that happen.

"If you ever need me please don't hesitate to come here and find me. I'm [Name] and my door will always be open for you." The man pauses at your words and faces you again, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Is that so?" he confirms, a slight smile coming to his lips at your small nod.

"I'll be sure to come back then."

Baizhu:

As per usual you find yourself cooped up in the library. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy being here, no being amongst all this knowledge was something you loved. You just wished you weren't so bored.

The pile of books next to you don't really have a specific set of information, more so just some things that you thought would be fun to read. It sits virtually untouched as you give it the millionth once over, about to reach out and grab one when another hand touches yours from behind you.

"So sorry about that," a smooth voice calls from behind you.

"I was under the impression you wouldn't be reading it."

You turn to face the voice, starting slightly when you recognise the famed pharmacist Baizhu. He gives you a polite smile and you return it, taking the book he was reaching for off your pile and reading off the title. Of course - it was a book about ancient medicinal brewing practices.

"Are you studying?" he asks you curiously, taking the book out of your hand when you offer it to him.

"No. I just thought the cover was pretty and thought the content should be just as interesting," you explain, taking a different book to begin reading.

"It can be quite fascinating, or boring if you aren't going to use the knowledge."

He sits down next to you and begins to parse through the pages himself, you not minding his quiet company. His reputation preceded him and you supposed that it was understandable with such a talented man. Those who were at the top tended to have their excentricities after all.

"I just have a natural curiosity for knowledge is all," you respond, thumbing through your own book.

"It's good to be inquisitive," he praises, a light laugh in his voice. "Perhaps I should pick your brain one day and see what all that reading has given you."

You watch him get up from his seat and begin to head toward the checkout kiosk, clearing your throat and prompting him to turn back and face you.

"That sounds like it'd be fun. Perhaps we can meet here again tomorrow?" you suggest shyly, glad to see him nod.

"Tomorrow it is."

Enjou:

Being as adventurous as you are has both its advantages and disadvantages. Right now you found yourself in a slight predicament, not sure how to decipher any of the texts on the walls of the room you're standing in despite promising your guild that you would be able to bring back some of this lost knowledge.

Your foot taps against the stone floor, trying to figure out how to proceed from here. If you remembered your Kamera then you wouldn't have any issue showing it to the others, but you left it at home in your excitement to explore. Maybe you could try to replicate them in your notebook but considering the state of chicken scratch the rest of your writings were you didn't have very much hope for their integrity.

Regardless, you pull out your notebook to try your hand at it. It'd be better to return with something rather than nothing after all. Maybe you could learn something new in your efforts to follow the lines faithfully and produce something that would be close enough that it was legible.

As you're about to begin you hear footsteps coming up behind you, clutching your book to your chest in surprise as someone approaches you. You guess that he's interested in the same thing as you, barely glancing at you as he focuses on the script on the rock. He breezes past you to get a better look, you sidestepping a little to give him a better view.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" he asks you after a second, not bothering to turn back to look at you.

"It's a little difficult to properly determine where this is from but if we had the right archival materials I'm sure it would be easy to do it."

"Really?"

You tilt your head a little after your question, trying to understand how he could do something that seems complicated and speak of it so simply. It made almost no sense to you but you were wildly impressed.

"Do you study history?" you continue, the curious tone in your voice piquing his interest enough that he looks back at you.

"You could say that," he responds, bringing his hand up to his chin as he further regards the writing on the wall.

"Even if I didn't this writing is interesting regardless. It seems quite different from what you would normally see around Teyvat."

The man in front of you is a perfect stranger but it doesn't take much effort to discern that he has a vivid interest in all of this. You're sure that if you push him a little more he'll be more than willing to tell you all that he knows about it, something about him drawing you further in.

"Is that so?" you start to guide, curious to see if he'll fall for the harmless trap you've set out.

"Aren't you clever?" he chuckles, seeing through you right away.

"Do you just want to hear me blather on and on?"

The look on your face tells him yes and he shakes his head with a smirk, crossing his arms and deciding to humor you anyway.

[sybillyne]

Dangerous games

it takes only one night to change everything.

Sundays are days meant for rest, created to remind all beings that even God needs moments of peace. No one is supposed to work on these days, that was His law. All a soul should do on this sacred day is to meditate and be grateful for existing.

Unfortunately, the Devildom is never up to date to Heaven's or Earth's silly bindings, so its inhabitants don't really give a shit.

Including Mammon, who was seen before the end of the week in one of the newest casinos in the city, far away from Lucifer's prying eyes. Why would the second brother leave without a single trace? Because of greed. Pure and sinful greed, disturbed by one's continuous interventions.

If only he had the power.. God's most beautiful angel - now demon, would have been on his knees in just a second. And then no one else would dare to take Goldie away from the almost blue-eyed demon, nor freeze her (figuratively or also literally). Yet this image remains just a wish, the white haired's card being still hidden in a dark corner of the fridge. Perhaps Beel would find it and mix it up with a frozen candy, but that's a story for another time.

With wide orbs wandering around the salon filled with sillhoutes dressed in fancy dresses or fine suits, it took him a couple of seconds to spot a uniform. Once found, the poor employee was grabbed by their shoulders, only to be greeted with a cheeky grin.

- Hey you... began the demon, making the pronoun longer, as if he had forgotten his victim's name. Yeah, you. Go get the great Mammon some chips, will ya? Oh, and - he added, eyes flickering through a displayed menu that was sitting a little bit higher than the bar - and a Martini. Just make sure they don't switch my gin with vodka. I like to keep things classy, if you know what I mean.

The dealer had no idea what he meant, yet what could they do? If it weren't for Mammon's title as the Avatar of Greed, they might have had a chance to ignore him. In the actual circumstances, the white haired male won.

- That's what I thought, you heard while coming back with what was requested of you to bring. You must be pretty lucky to have me as your client, though you could have been a little bit faster. I don't really like waiting.

- And I don't like entitled brats who don't know how to follow basic manners, you whispered, letting the box full of chips to fall at your feet.

Ignoring the flustered expression on the demon's face, you also took a sip from the Martini. Not too bad. Almost worth the money he spent on it, you would have said, but the sudden burst of strenght that came from Mammon stopped you. Uh oh.

- How dare you insult the great Mammon... you... you weakling. You'll pay for this! With that being said, the white haired male abandoned his humanly appearance, horns and wings shining hazardously. When I'm done with you, you will have only praise words for me. One of his hands found its way around your neck, gripping it in between tanned fingers, the pressure leaving you with only small whimpers. Any last words? Maybe you'd like to take everything back and fetch me another drink. While I'm still nice.

Still shaking, you gave him a nod. The pressure became lighter, as a mischevious smile spreading across your face.

- Harder, please.

A few moments later, your body was dropped on the ground by the red faced demon. In between curses and confused questions, he kept watching your victorious smirk, which seemed to embarass him even more. Your little diversion allowed another employee to come over and hopefully save the day, because between you and a security witch, the magical being was more capable of fixing the situation.

- Poor thing, she whispered while scooping you off the floor. Don't worry, I'll deal with this unruly guest. You go and have a nice non-alcoholic cocktail behind the bar and only then - come back to your usual table, ok?

- Yes, ma'am, you answered, leaving the scene without a single regret, even when you could hear Mammon bickering with the witch about what you did. If you were going to get fired, at least you'll have a better reason than missing a shift or serving the wrong beverage.

He came back two weeks later, eyes stuck to anything but your face.

- Whiskey on the rocks, please. For two.

But instead of taking both with him, one was left in front of you with a small piece of paper underneath.

Now let me tell you a secret, dear reader. You got your revenge, and Mammon might have developed a little thing for waking up next to you.

And for being choked.

[dinkedupfink]

"You dumbass!"

Heyyyy, im a sucker for soulmate au's, and you know why? Neither do i, so dont ask me why. N e ways onto the story or whatevr

Summary: zoro meets his soulmate who is,, a 'little bit' annoyed with him.

Character: Roronoa Zoro

Warnings: swearing, mentions of painful stuff ig, a bit of angst? I mean kinda but idk

Everyone in this world has soulmates, well, some dont, but they're the ones who dont feel romantic attraction at all. And you know what you share with your soulmate? Unfortunately for you, its pain. Because whoever your soulmate is, is a total.fucking.dumbass.

Once, you were doing your daily stuff, and out of nowhere, it literally felt like you got stabbed with salt covered knives all over your body for a second, well, before that, you had been feeling some pain, but this was worse, way way worse. And then after that the feeling came again, but this time it was longer and way worse. It was so bad that you fainted because of the overwhelming pain.

A bit later when you woke up, you swore to yourself that the day you met you soulmate (if they were even able to live that long) you would punch them right in the face, you even started working out for that reason! You diďnt care that you were gonna feel it too, because they 100% deserved it.

A couple of years later, you were stranded out at sea. Well, you wouldn't really call it out at sea, but you were a bit further from shore than normally, and you accidentally lost both your oars. You COULD swim back, but that would take forever, so you decided to wait just a bit to see if any ships would come nearby and maybe take you back to your island.

Maybe around half an hour later, a huge ship with a lion head on the front came near, and the crew seemed to have noticed you. "HEEEEY! ARE YOU OKAY?" A black haired guy with what you think was a strawhat on his neck, really it was hard to see from that distanced, yelled to you. "NO, COULD YOU PLEASE HELP ME IF IT ISNT TOO MUCH OF A BOTHER?" you answered him.

A second later, an arm stretched over to your boat, and slung around your stomach, and then you got pulled over onto their boat at a very high speed. "MOTHERFUCKER-" was your response to this unexpected action, and honestly, i cant think of a better reaction. The boy with what you had correctly guessed, a strawhat, then asked you a question, "who are you?" You honestly thought he was just gonna ask you what you needed help with, but nonetheless answered his question. "Ah, im [y/n], i got stranded in the boat i was in, and i was waiting for help to get back to my island, its the one just up ahead over there-" you pointed at the not too far away island "-so if its okay could you drop me off there?" Before the stranger that now did look a little familiar at close inspection could answer, a orange haired woman came up to where the two of you were. "Sure! We were gonna go there anyways, so its no problem! My name is Nami, and this IDIOT who can't warn people before pulling them through the air is called Luffy." With this explanation, she smiled brightly at you, "and now for the fee of riding our ship.." "NO, WE DONT NEED MONEY RIGHT NOW!" "SHUT UP LUFFY" Nami said at Luffys sudden outburst. "Ah, i guess you'll go for free if he insists, that damn idiot.." she sadly grumbled with the loss of potential money.

"We'll get to the island in about a week, i seriously dont get how someone 'accidentally' strayed that far away from their island" Usopp, who your had just been introduced to not too long ago, said. Maybe you werent really able to swim for that long huh, good that they came by then!

In the evening, Luffy casually mentioned that they were pirates, and the absolute SHOCK you got from that was enough to make you accidentally fall and bump the back of you head into a table that was behind you. "OW FUCK" you said, and at the same time, a certain marimo hissed in pain up in the training room. "Damn, that felt like a counter or something, how clumsy is my soulmate to fall like that?" He said to himself, and suddenly out of nowhere, you got very irked. "Hey why are you so angry?" Luffy said, "i dont know but i suddenly just got very pissed off." You told gim while gritting your teeth.

Chopper gave you a quick check-up to make sure you were allright after hitting your head, and you let the little tanuki thing (he got mad when you called him that) do his job. "Do you normally have a high pain tolerance?" He asked "well, whoever my soulmate is is terrible at staying away from being hurt, so i guess ive built up a bit of a pain tolerance" was the answer he got. Chopper felt a bit bad for you at that, because living with that must be living hell sometimes, which it btw very much was.

It was your third day there, and you went up to zoro because you were bored. Entering the room with a "HEY ZORO" was maybe not the greatest idea ever, because he did NOT expect anyone, so he accidentally dropped one of his not too heavy weight on his head "SHITBALLS BRO" you screamed as you felt the pain, but at the same time realised THIS IDIOT was your soulmate. He looked at you in kind of confusion as to why you'd scream that, till you put your arm out in front of him and smacked it hard, making his arm hurt just as much as yours.

Right here, right now, that was not how he expected to meet his soulmate and know its was them, but fate has its humor i guess, and what happened next was just as unexpected for him. You slowly began walking over to him, and looked him in the eyes- BAM! right square in the face he got hit with surprisingly much power, and fell onto the ground with a bleeding nose. "HUH?!? WHAT WAS THAT FOR DUMBASS?!" he said as your hands quickly flew to your face and your expression scrunched up in pain. You managed ro sniff out a "Y-YOU ASSHOLE!" before than falling to the ground and banging your fist on the floor. "YOU DUMBASS! DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW FUCKING PAINFUL IT IS TO BE SUCH AN IDIOTS SOULMATE?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IVE ALMOST FAINTED IN PAIN IN PUBLIC?! IM NOT SOME KIND OF POWERHOUSE ALPHA MALE OR WHATEVER LIKE YOU, IM JUST A CIVILIAN SO THIS HAS BEEN SO PAINFUL!" You screamed at him while tears were falling onto the ground from your eyes.

Then, for the first time in his life, he realised how dumb he had been for all this time. He had always gotten mad when YOU got hurt and he felt it, but you also felt his pain. The pain of getting sliced at his chest, getting beaten half to death to succed in winning a fight, and the pain of taking luffys pain, which was the worst that he had ever felt.

"I..im sorry" he slowly said, getting up and over to you. You continued to sob, but you were trying to stop yourself from crying anymore. "Hey, could you look at me?" He said in an unexpectedly softer tone because well, you were his soulmate, so getting along with you would definitely be a good thing. You looked up at him with you cheeks stained with half dried tears, and he held a hand out for you to help you get up.

You took his hand and stood up, and he awkwardly pulled you into a hug. "Im so sorry that i caused you so much pain." He said truthfully. He didnt know what, but he suddenly felt as if he had known you for years, and so did you. I guess this was some soulmate thing, and the hug instantly became very less awkward with that feeling.

You returned the hug, gripping the fabric of his clothes on his back strongly, and he held you more securely now. Maybe having this guy as a soulmate didn't seem just as bad as before.

Ahahaha i know its kinda meh but whatevs, it iz what it iz ya know. Anyways, buh bye!

[theanathemans]

The stars twinkled above the Only City. The sun shone on the other side of the earth, but there was no doubt it would return in a few hours to warm the City. The sun is a constant to humanity, always has been.

Roque had gone to bed at the same time as the sun, exactly eight o'clock pm, a firm believer in Benjamin Franklin virtuousness. Around midnight, his leg had started to ache. As he'd done many times before, he strapped the brace to his twisted limb and hobbled downstairs for painkillers, trying not to put pressure on his throbbing calf. He didn't normally have to limp, the brace made it so both legs were the same length and it didn't hurt most of the time. He'd had the deformation since he was born so naturally, he'd learned to live with it, and not to let it slow him down. People weren't going to wait for him to catch up if he fell behind because life, unfortunately, dictated the survival of the fittest.

As Roque made his way downstairs to the kitchen, he noticed a faint golden glow from the bottom of the stairs. He dismissed it as the streetlight outside the kitchen's picture window. It wasn't the streetlight.

He nearly had a heart attack when he turned the corner to the kitchen and saw a young woman sitting on one of his stools at the kitchen counter. She glowed the color of sunset, having the unsettling appearance of molten lava roiling like a nest of adders beneath clear skin. Like a lava lamp, he thought. Her molten eyes turned on him and their piercing gaze was almost physically painful. Roque made an inhuman sound. They stared at each other for what felt like hours until Roque remembered he possessed the ability to speak.

"A-are you an angel?" Roque asked stupidly. He didn't know why he wasn't running right now. Calling Thea or his dad. Of course she wasn't an angel. What even.

"Not really." The woman replied. Roque almost relaxed a little, because she had a beautifully comforting voice. She sounded like she could be a mother.

"Am I dead?" Roque asked, half to himself.

"Do you smell almonds?"

"What?"

"When I died, I recall distinctly smelling almonds."

"So you're a ghost?" Roque was dreaming. He was dreaming all of this. That was the only explanation.

"Can I help you with something..? Do you want tea?" He babbled. This was probably a hallucination. Why was he offering tea to a figment of his imagination? Roque strove to be a polite host in all situations but this was too far. This was a kitchen ghost, for Saint Peter's sake. She shook her head, declining the offer. He noticed that her hair floated slightly longer in the air than a gravity-obeying object should. Of course her hair didn't obey physics. Why would it.

"I look strange to you." The woman-creature stated.

"Yeah, a little." Roque replied in wonder.

"I came to ask you a question."

"Okay? Go ahead, I guess."

"I would like to tell you my son's story, if you'll listen. I thought it might be helpful to you."

"I would, but I have to go back to bed. I have to work tomorrow." He was not going to waste his night talking to someone who was probably not real. His leg hurt still. And he was so, so tired.

"It will take no time. Please, I don't have many hours left on this plane of existence. And I leave joyfully, so I will be glad to make it short."

She seemed to be sincere. Roque's conscience wanted him to stay as well. The woman may be just a figment of his imagination, but she looked almost desperate to tell her story, and if she was about to die, the least he could do was be with her in her last hour. He didn't see anyone else around to comfort her. And death was terrifying.

"Alright, I'll listen."

She smiled softly. "My name is Astoria. I was once a star. I believe your kind called me Polaris. And your name is Roque Saphelt Harrelle. A true mouthful, but a pretty name in my opinion, and it honors your heritage well."

Roque's jaw seemed to forget that it could close. "How did you know my name? You were the North Star?"

She merely smiled at him, and again he thought how much like a mother she looked. Kind eyes that crinkled at the edges. Short, lovely, but practical hair. Eternal wisdom hidden behind young features.

"Come." The woman, Astoria, did not answer his questions but instead gestured for him to follow her. Roque had no idea why, but he obeyed. He let her lead him out the front door of the duplex he called home into his front yard. Only it wasn't his front yard any more. He gawked at the new surroundings. Ruined, smoking buildings crumbled like dying giants in the distance. The sky was a hazy yellow-red and the air smelled like death. It looked like the Only City, just, well, utterly devastated. What had happened here? He turned to stare at where his home had been moments ago, and saw a building that was still relatively intact. A school. The sight of a learning institution in the midst of the desolate, groaning surroundings was jarring. Astoria walked lightly to the window and peered in to one of the classrooms. She motioned for Roque to join her at the window, and he made his way across the grey-grassed schoolyard, avoiding broken glass.

'There he is." She pointed to a boy, sitting in the back of the classroom, peering out the window. The boy seemed to stare directly at Roque and he stepped back from the window hastily.

"It's okay." Astoria assured him. "They can't see us. We are merely accessing the echoes of the past that still reverberate through the plane of time."

"Oh." Roque was too overwhelmed to say anything else. He returned to the window to get a better look at the boy. He was wearing a red sweater, carefully patched black jeans, and looked cleaner than most of the other thirty or so kids in the room. He looked like he was taken care of.

He had thick black hair and deep blue eyes that seemed to reflect the very universe back at Roque. He looked lonely.

"That's your son?" Roque asked Astoria. She smiled and nodded.

"He doesn't look like you." Roque stated. Obviously. The boy wasn't a glowing yellow kitchen ghost.

"I didn't always look like this." Astoria sighed. "Before I died, I looked very much like him. He had my eyes, and his father's face."

"What's his name?"

Astoria took a deep breath.

"He was Junius Remus, named for the month of his birth. He saved your life."

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[longmonthartist]

Hey. I saw your Krillin and 18 fanfiction history post and was wondering if you knew which site "dolls that breathe" by Swiss army knife was? I love how dark it was and was bummed out they deleted their dbz work. By the way, you you have any recommendations for K/18 fics that are more....darker? Thanks.

Thanks for the ask. It takes quite some time to go through my favorited fanfic sites so apologies for the wait.

Unfortunately, I cannot find the said fanfic in my favorites and after some digging failed to come up with it. I will; however, try to give you and everyone some resources to dig up some old K18 fanfics. I'll separate them into still functioning sites and sites that require Wayback Machine.

Still working sites:

These sites still work, with the first link being Neishia's Krillin Family Shrine and the second Juuhachigou's world.

Neishia's Krillin Family Shrine is a famous K18 & Marron shrine back in the days. Upon entering, your browser will automatically download something called Krillin's theme, which is a music file. Don't worry, since this file does not hurt your computer I believe. In the Fan Section, you'll find Is This My Destiny and in fanfics section are tones of other stories (I know its weird that stories can be found in two sections of this web).

https://www.oocities.org/hotchic_48162/index2.html

Juuhachigou's World contains a lot of DBZ fanfics written by different authors. In the Fanfiction section, 3 authors have written K18 stories. First author and also the web hostess is Trixie and you'll want to find One Life Lost, Another Gained (this is also on fanfic net I believe). Second is Son Goten where all 3 fanfics here are K18. Third is Android 18 and story's name is Fallen, which is pretty dark so anon might like it.

Also in Juuhachigou's World is a Lemons section. There, the only K18 story being The Truth Behind Those Puppy Dog Eyes written by Android 18 (this one is a very famous K18 lemon back in the early 2000s). There is also another fanfic called Obsessive Love by Android 18 but this is NOT K18 even though on the description said it's K18 lemon. Be warned, you DON'T want to open this.

Sites that require Wayback Machine:

For these sites to work, you need to open Wayback Machine, which is an online archive storing quite a lot of no longer existing sites. Since a lot of old DBZ shrines are hosted using the domain: Geocities, when it got taken down, all the shrines disappeared with it. To use the links below, copy the url and then paste it on Wayback Machine's search bar. you should see not just one page though, but all of the captured versions (literally called captures on the top) of said site (this is important because some fanfics are not included in earlier versions but some later versions have broken links).

Furthermore, you'll need to copy the url of these sites quick since if you are too slow, the browser might redirect you to yahoo or some other sites.

First one is a site created by Crazy Retasu (still on fanfic net with all his stories intact) and the link is http www dot geocities dot com slash crazy underscore retasu (just in case the link below takes you to yahoo). In the Poems & Fanfics section, there's A Belated Observation and The Searching. Unfortunately, both story links do not work here so you are better off reading them on ff net. Still, for those interested in this old site, feel free to take a look.

This next one is the real treasure trove here. The Family Photos - The K&18 Page is an old K18 database housing a lot of contents, including missing works from Swiss Army Knife. In the FANFIC section, you'll want to click on March 8, 2005 version (capture) which contains all of the fanfics. Here, you'll find Swiss Army Knife's A Fading Ki, Half My Soul, Little Guy, Lingering Pain, and Lost Souls. Unfortunately, the specific story requested by anon: Dolls that Breathe cannot be found here. II would also like to recommend: I Wouldn't Change it for the World by Leia, which is a very sweet and kind of dark story that ISN'T featured on Leia's ff net profile.

I hope this helps and happy digging. Also apologies to original authors for sharing the links here. I realize some of these stories are deleted perhaps for a reason but I simply cannot let good stories get forgotten. If anyone find stories they do not like, please also refrain from complaining or flaming the authors.

[terrifictoonman]

[WP] The great evil lies scattered across his formless halls as the hero treads across bits of grime and ruin to reach its core self. Its voice a violent whisper “Wait, you’re not noble hero I fought before…?” The villains violence turns soft “No… what have you done?” [Reddit - u/AngryHumanThing] (12/09/23)

~Like Father~

Gavilon. A once noble kingdom with roots firmly in the past but always reaching for the future. All that remains is ruin as the land is overrun with sentient evil in the shape of tar. What few buildings remain intact ooze the tar from every window, door, and crack, flooding the streets.

The evil essence of the tar corrupts those unfortunate enough to be left in the kingdom. Plants were left in a state of permanent rot, people and animals were now violent husks of who they once were, and even the sky itself was consumed, trapping the kingdom in an endless downpour of tar.

At the center of the calamity was Castle Gavilon, somehow kept in pristine condition, at least on outward appearance. Inside, very little resembles a proper castle, more like the internal organs of a sickly beast. The remains of the fearless and noble knights that once guarded these hallowed halls are now immortalized, plastered against the floors, walls, and ceilings, like a gallery of fear.

A lone female figure walks through the distorted halls. Her sunken and bloodshot eyes were barely visible past her messy bleached blonde hair, her blackened veins clearly visible against her near-white skin, and what remained of her armor was damaged beyond repair along with her clothes.

As the woman walked, glowing violet eyes appeared around her, watching her.

"Who do we have here?" asked the tar. Its voice resembled a sickly man speaking while underwater. "Another husk of a knight looking for its fallen brethren? Be at peace. You will be with them soon." Tendrils shot out from the tar at the lone woman but stopped nearly inches from her. "What is this?!" The voice of the tar audibly grunted as it struggled to force the tendrils to take the woman.

"Hmmm," continued the tar, "this one must have used some sort of ward before her assimilation. Hehe, I could only imagine the look on your face once you realized your fate. Very well, you may continue your little outing, I have a hero to prepare for." The woman stopped in her tracks.

"You were always so dismissive," said the woman. "even with all of these eyes, you still can't see what's in front of you." Thousands of eyes filled the halls, staring intensely at the woman.

"That voice!" said the tar, "Princess Helena?" In front of the princess, the tar molded a basic humanoid form. "I thought...I...why have you returned?"

"Is that unease I hear?" said Helena. The tar man reached for Halena but reeled back in pain once it got too close. "What? Don't you recognize your own protection ward? Or did you truly believe it would not be used against you?"

"I see," said the tar, "you seek to destroy me, my own student."

"You'll find little sympathy here," said Helena. "Your hold over my home is done!"

"Hmmm, so you say," said the tar as its humanoid form melted into the floor. Halena continued to walk as the tar's eyes continued to follow her. "A lot has changed since you last were here, princess. As you can see, I no longer fight for control of the Eldrich Blood but have become one with it and learned of its true name. Soon, we shall spread across the lands, uniting them under the flag of Gavilon, true peace."

"So you say," mocked Helena.

"I understand that it may not be as you or your bumbling father may have wished," said the tar, "but the result is all the same. A true utopia!" Halena scoffs as she continues to wander. "You've been outside the walls. You've seen how chaotic and barbaric the rest of the world is! Would you rather have one of them strike us down and take our research, our advancements, our throne?"

"Our throne?" asked Halena. "Careful, your colors are showing."

"Don't be so nieve!" said the tar. "You know as well as I that even if you somehow managed to defeat me, the people wouldn't follow you, not for long anyways. I was the brains behind all of your father's success. Without me, you wouldn't have even been born! You wouldn't have been able to do magic! Hell, without me, you would just be another husk wandering the streets! You owe your life to me!" Halena stops again and turns to face a wall. She walks towards the wall, pushing away the tar with her ward. "What are you...?"

Halena punches the wall hard enough to create a massive hole. The tar screams in pain as the entire kingdom shakes violently.

"That's the problem with spellcasters," said Halena, "all that power and yet so frail. A cruel joke from the gods." Halena stepped through the hole, finding herself in the throne room. The long-dead husk of the queen rests on her throne next to the destroyed remains of the king's throne. Halena tightens her fist as she looks up to find an enormous pulsing violet orb strung up on the ceiling.

"Impossible," said the tar, "you shouldn't have been able to..."

"Haven't you learned by now?" asked Helena. Green-tinted tar begins to seep out from her arms, forming a disfigured long sword in her hand. "I defy the impossible!" The pulsing tar heart froze for a few seconds before continuing.

"No..." said the tar softly.

"It's about time you realized," said Helena. "all that knowledge, all that wisdom, all of that power, and yet you still let your emotions blind you to the truth, like I once did."

"What have you done?" begged the tar.

"What needed to be done to save the world from you!" said Helena as her hair turned black with green tips along with her eyes, black streaks going down her face like tears. "If it brings you any peace, I made sure her last moments were happy—a false memory of her reuniting with her parents in their saved kingdom. I even gave her a chance to say goodbye to you. Her last words...I can see why you treasured her so much. I only wish our reunion could have been even half as heartwarming..."

"...father."

[lilithdeville69]

Some info about my undertale AUs

This will include how the two of them (Nuke and Mask) met, backstories, and other little tidbits

Mask! Sans backstory

Sans had walked out of grillby's, thinking about the last genocide route. Oh, how he despised the genocide route...seeing his friends die over and over again....his brother...never an ideal way to spend an afternoon. He wished he didn’t have to deal with them, but nothing he could do about them. As he walked his way back to his house, he caught a glimpse of something shiny in his peripheral of his eye socket. Curious, he went to check it out. Standing there, in a snow pomf, was a wooden mask. He picked up the mask, investigating it further. It glowed in the Skeleton's hand. Sans didn’t know why, but he felt...enchanted by the mask. Like something about it was telling him to put it on. The Skeleton hesitantly raised the mask up to his face, feeling it latch onto his face before pulling it away from his face. "What the -" he thought. It was almost like the mask was alive. He continued to look at it, tempted to put it on, but also tempted to get rid of it. Eventually, he gave in and put the mask onto his skull. He could feel it engulfing his face more and more, and then, with a whirlwind so strong it could blow away the snow around him, he transformed, his face all green, his jacket yellow, his shoes black, with a scarf fully around his neck, despite never having a scarf on before, but like that mattered because sans was no longer himself, but "The Mask."

Nuke sans

Name: Jeremy Jones

Nickname: Nuke/radiation sans sometimes nuclear

Gender: he/him/they/them/explode/explodeself

Age: 17

Height: 6'3

Species: nuclear skeleton

Mask sans

Name: sans the skeleton

Nickname: The Mask, Mask sans, or Mask

Gender: he/him

Age: same as sans

Height: 2 ft

Species: skeleton??

Nuke sans Backstory

Jeremy and his brother gamma lived a normal live, but one day their world was about to become a nuclear wasteland due to a nuke about to land in their city, thankfully gamma was able to seek shelter in an underground bunker. Unfortunately, Jeremy wasn’t so lucky. Jeremy ended up becoming deformed and turned into a nuclear skeleton due to the nukes blast. The radiation also caused him to develop destructive tendencies, which, combined with the newfound powers he was bestowed, was not a great combination.

How they both met:

Jeremy had awoken. He tried standing up and noticing all the destruction around him. "That's right... the nuke!"

He thought. He had suddenly remembered what had happened. He looked at himself, noticing to check for injuries, only to see his hands were now...Skeleton hands? He also was in a lot of pain but got up otherwise. He started to cough and, in his skeleton hand, was... some strange goo? Ok, what was going on? Eventually, he ended up randomly teleporting to a random location. It was...dark. no lights, no furniture, nothing. It's just an empty void. Eventually, a skeleton came up to him. He had on a yellow coat with a white shirt, yellow sweatpants, and a red scarf. He was like a normal skeleton except... his skull was green? "You don't look too good there, bud." He said in an eccentric tone. "Hear, let me fix you up there." Eventually, a changing room fell onto Jeremy, and he had somehow changed into a completely different outfit. The green skulled skeleton pulled out a giant mirror from his pockets, "whachya think?" He asked. As Jeremy stared in the mirror, he had noticed he was now a slightly green skeleton with glowing neon green pupils, and green goo was coming out of his eyes and mouth. He was shocked by his appearance. "By the way, what's your name there?" He asked in his classic theatrical tone. "J-Jeremy. Where am I?" He asked, still shaken by seeing himself turn into a skeleton. "You're in the multiverse there, kid. There's many universes here. And most of us here are skeletons, so don't worry, you'll fit right in!" Jeremy stared at the skeleton "wait...there's others? Like...me?" The green skulled skeleton tapped his chin."Well, idk about like you. Most of these guys seem to have parasites or are glitches or something else. But for the most part, we all started as skeletons named sans. We just ended up a little messed up." He chuckled. "Actually, that's a bit of a stretch. Wait, your name is Jeremy? Does that mean you weren't a skeleton before?" He seemed intrigued by Jeremy now.

Jeremy scratched his neck. "Yeah, I just remembered a nuke going off, and then the next thing I just...look like this now." He explained. Mask sans looked at him. "Don't worry, kid, even if you weren't a sans before, you're still welcome in the multiverse. Although just a warning, some of these Sans's are...somewhat murderous." He said the last bit in a whisper behind his hand. Jeremy smiled. He may be in a new world he's never seen before, but at least this strange green faced skeleton made him feel better about it. "Wait, did you say muderous?" He said in a realization of what he said. Mask sans nodded. "Either don't get on their bad side or avoid them." Jeremy suddenly coughed, clutching his stomach in pain, his green goo getting on the floor, making a sizzling sound. Mask sans bent down and touched it, yelping in pain afterward. "That is one hot tamale!" He yelled. Mask sans pondered, then quickly changed into an Albert Einstein outfit, mimicking his voice as well. "It seems as though your saliva has an acidic trait to it." He said before quickly changing back to regular mask sans. "Acidic? You mean like... it can burn through stuff?" Mask sans nodded "yep." He said hands on hips matter of fact. Jeremy was stunned. It's like he became a skeleton biohazard. "BTW, I'm the mask, but you can call me Mask sans, or maybe even just Mask. Whichever works, " he said, reaching his hand out to Jeremy. Jeremy shook his hand "and...you can call me nuke sans, or maybe radiation." Mask gave a smirk "nuke... I like the sound of that. Nice nickname." Jeremy just chuckled. He knew it was gonna take time to get used to this new world, his new appearance, and maybe these new abilities, but with a new friend, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Other info!

•Nuke sans still misses his brother. One day, he still wishes to find him and go back to his universe

•Mask is Nuke's mentor teaching him about how to control his powers and all he knows about the multiverse (I like to think this sans knows about the other Sans's as he has travelled through the multiverses a couple times)

•Nuke is nicknamed the walking biohazard by himself

•Mask's catchphrase when in battle is "you gonna stop me?"

•Despite the mentor/student dynamic between Mask and Nuke, Nuke is the more disciplined one, usually trying not to cause any problems, and Mask is the one that annoys the fuck out of the other Sans's. (Nightmare is gonna have a field day with him)

[lilahisntsadanymore]

The Marauders meet an intriguing girl and make a bet about her, which can be easily solved by Remus asking her on a date.

I really wanted to make it spicy at the end, but I'm afraid I'd mess it up :( I got a little carried away with the kissing scene though lol

Pairing: Remus Lupin x vampire!reader

Reader pronouns: she/her

Words count: 3.1k

Tw: "explicit" kissing at the end

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My crush is a vampire

Y/n had no idea where to go. She was lonely. It was late March, the spring had started, but it was very cold this year. One of the coldest springs Y/n had ever seen. Although she didn’t have to worry about freezing to death, she did worry about freezing into a statue.

The girl’s all belongings could fit in a backpack. All the things that surprisingly didn’t burn down with her house were some clothes, few galleons and some sickles. Y/n didn’t even have her wand, there was no time to search for it.

The woods and caves could be good places to hide, but not for a long time. Y/n had to find some normal place, even for only few days. She remembered words she heard from professor Dumbledore back when she attended Hogwarts.

Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.

It was the time to test if he was being honest. Y/n needed to find a way to contact him, she heard that now he was the headmaster. Unfortunately, the girl didn't have an owl to send him a letter, so she decided to visit him.

"Name and reason." Filch asked in his usual harsh, demanding tone.

"Private business, the Minister of Magic himself sent me here." Y/n lied. Filch didn't seem to recognize her, which was good for her.

"Name."

"Ursula Minchum, the Minister's niece. Let me in, or I'll make sure you'll get a holiday 52 weeks per year long."

"I'm sorry, but I cannot let you in. I don't know, what kind of business would the Ministry have at 8pm."

Without a goodbye, Y/n walked away. It was the time for another plan. She turned into a bat and flew inside the castle. Should have done it earlier, she thought.

Hogwarts might have been wizard-proof, but it surely wasn't vampire-proof. Y/n could easily fly into the headmaster's office in her bat form.

"I expected you here, Y/n." The old man said. He said, not even looking at the girl. His sight was buried into some papers on his desk. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"How did you know it's me, professor?" Y/n asked. It wasn't a surprise, Dumbledore had always been... like that. But it was a good conversation starter.

"Everyone knows what happened a week ago in your village-"

"They're so cruel." Y/n interrupted him. "Tom never liked me, firstly he was the reason I became... this," Y/n sighed, Dumbledore knew the story and he knew how much Y/n hated the vampire she became, "and now his people tried to burn me. This backpack is all I have, I don't know what to do. Please, help me."

It was a tough situation, but Dumbledore found a solution almost immediately. He instructed Y/n to go to Hogsmeade, where a woman named Rosmerta was supposed to wait for her. He sent her an owl right before Y/n walked away.

Unfortunately, Y/n had to walk all the way to the village, because she was losing much energy in the bat form. To make the walk shorter, she took a quicker way, the "less official one".

Y/n looked at the willow tree as she walked by it. She was warned to not get too close, because it was a whomping willow, which would whomp her off of her feet in seconds.

Ironically enough, the girl was whomped off of her feet, although not by any kind of a tree. When she looked up, she saw a bunch of teenage boys.

"We're so sorry," said one of them, adjusting his glasses.

"No, that's okay. I mean, my fault." Y/n replied, a bit in shock. She got up from the ground and scratched her neck nervously. "I'm the one who should be sorry, I stood in your way."

She looked at the boys, her eyes stopped for a longer moment on the tallest of them. He had dirty blonde hair, but that wasn't the thing that caught the most attention. Y/n noticed a few scars on the boy's face.

Suddenly, some weird smell reached Y/n's nose. It was familiar, an image of a dog popped up in her mind. The girl looked around. Since when did Hogwarts allow dogs as pets?

"Do you guys have a dog around here?" A question escaped her mouth.

"What?" The other boy with longer hair said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Why would we-? What makes you think that?"

"Just...nothing."

Y/n haven't been spending much time with normal people during the past few years. She forgot they don't have that sensitive senses.

"Hey, I gotta go." She changed subject. "Sorry again for making you bump into me."

"Wait," the boy with the glasses stopped her just as she was about to get walking, "I'm James, this is Sirius, Remus and Peter."

As he introduced his friends, he gestured at each one of them. The boy with longer her was Sirius, the one with scars was Remus and the last one, the shortest one, was Peter.

"Nice to meet you." Y/n said. It wasn't nice to meet them, it was, well, neutral, but that's what you're supposed to say. Isn't it?

"What's your name?"

"And what are you doing?" Sirius chimed in. "It's late. And I don't think we've seen you before."

"I'm Y/n. I was just visiting a friend. I really need to get going before it gets too dark." Y/n put an emphasis on the word really.

After this short conversation, she rushed to the village, making sure the boys aren't following her. They seemed nice though, Y/n hoped to meet them again.

Remus seemed shy, but Y/n thought that's cute. When their eyes locked, she felt a feeling she never felt before. She wished that she could try to get to know him better, but it wouldn't be a good idea. She couldn't hide from him the fact that she's a vampire and why would anyone want to date someone like that?

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"...and here you can sleep. It's not a 5 star hotel, but it's cosy."

"Thank you. Although I must assure you I have money for only one, maybe two nights."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I want to hire you, so you could stay here. Albus wrote me everything about your situation in the letter."

"Really? You're willing to trust someone like me?"

"Why not? What matters is what's in your heart, not in... your mouth."

"My heart's dead. Literally."

"That's okay, we'll find you something to do around here."

That was the conversation Y/n had with Rosmerta the first time Y/n stepped her foot in the Three Broomsticks. She didn't expect the woman to be this kind, Rosmerta didn't have to be this kind. It made Y/n so happy. Someone finally trusted her enough to hire her.

Honestly, it would be enough for Y/n to just have a bed to sleep in and food to eat, she didn't need more. The fact that she was actually getting paid made everything so much better.

Y/n's job was to clean around the pub and buy necessary ingredients for foods and drinks. That was the best option for someone with fangs. Rosmerta was risking enough just by having Y/n there, people would stop coming to the Three Broomsticks if they knew that a blood drinking monster works there.

"Hello there, love."

Y/n heard a familiar voice when she was cleaning one of the tables. It was Saturday, so the place was much more crowded, since the students were allowed to go to Hogsmeade during weekends.

The girl looked up and saw the same four boys she bumped into a few days before.

"Hi." She replied shortly, looking away. She panicked internally, what was she supposed to do now?

"How's it going?"

"Fine."

"Welcome, boys," Rosmerta rescued Y/n, joining the conversation, "please take a seat."

The boys sat at the table Y/n had just cleaned. She was nervous, she didn't even know why. Her hands were shaking, causing a fork to fall off of a plate she was carrying.

Y/n bent down to pick it, but quickly cursed under her breath. The fork was silver. The girl put a hand in her pocket, searching for a tissue, but Rosmerta was quicker. The woman helped Y/n pick up the fork, giving the girl an assuring smile.

"Ready to order?" Rosmerta asked the boys after Y/n walked to the kitchen. "The same as always?"

"Yes, please. You know us so well, Rose." Sirius said with a flirty smile.

When the woman walked away, the boys engaged in a conversation. Sirius put his hands with intertwined fingers on the table.

"So," he said, "what are the bets?"

"Bets on what?" James asked curiously. If there were any bets to make, he was very eager to do it.

"On what's wrong with that Y/n girl."

"Why would something be wrong with her?" Peter joined in.

"She was acting so weird when we first met. Visiting a friend? Late in the evening? And now she barely talks and can't pick up a fork."

"Sirius, she might be just shy and awkward." Remus chimed in.

"Oh yeah, and you're the one to know the most about it."

Remus looked down and started fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

"I say she works for You-know-who." James announced, giving Sirius a challanging stare.

"Is that the best you can come up with?" The long haired boy laughed friendly. "My theory is that she is a muggle criminal, hiding in the wizarding world."

"Muggle my arse! How does that explain her weird behavior?"

"Well, she's just awkward." Sirius gave Remus a nudge to the arm.

"Yeah, maybe let's just say she's a vampire." Peter chuckled.

"That's a very good theory, Wormtail!" Sirius lightly slapped the surface of the table with his hand excitedly. "It would be very unlucky for Moony though."

"What do you mean?" Remus looked at Sirius, blushing.

"Don't act like you don't know. We seen the way you looked at her. It would be tough for you to date her, considering your furry little problem."

"Oh, shut up."

"I'm just kidding! It's more possible that she's a deatheater than a vampire. Both aren't good news for you though."

"Padfoot!"

"I said I'm kidding."

Their little argue was interrupted by madam Rosmerta bringing their usual order - butterbeer. After James paid, they kept chattering. Sirius kept teasing Remus about his crush on Y/n.

"Do you know what'd be the best way to find out what's wrong with her?" Sirius asked, but his friends knew it isn't a question. "Remus asking her out."

The table went silent. Sirius, James and Peter were all looking at Remus, waiting for his response. He didn't look annoyed at all, but internally he was screaming.

"You know I won't do it." Remus furrowed his eyebrows. He put his hands on the table and leaned his head on them.

"Then how are we going to find out who wins the bet?"

"You can ask her out if you're so eager." He snickered. His friends could say he's clearly bothered.

"I don't-" Sirius was going to decline, but then thought about it, "fine, I'll do it."

A mischievous smile was visible on Sirius' face when Y/n walked up to their table to pick up the pint glasses.

"Hey, Y/n, can I ask you a question?" The boy spoke, looking into Y/n's eyes.

"Mhm." Y/n replied, still remembering not to talk much in this lighting.

It was no problem in the dark. But currently, her fangs would catch much attention.

"Do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Or anyone else?"

The girl shook her head.

"Great! When do you finish work?"

Y/n's eyes wandered to the clock on one of the walls. It was currently 3pm.

"In four hours." It was the longest sentence she spoke to the boys since they'd entered the pub.

"Brilliant. Remus will pick you up around 8pm to give you some time to get ready."

Remus' eyes widened, this surely wasn't what he meant when he told Sirius to ask Y/n out.

"I told you to ask her out for yourself!" He panicked when the boys were on their way back to the castle.

"I am not the one who fancies her!" Sirius shouted, mimicking Remus.

"You fancy everyone, mate." James chuckled.

"I don't fancy everyone! I don't like you like that, for example."

"What about that one kiss-"

"We don't talk about what happens in Quidditch locker rooms!"

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A knocking filled Y/n's room when she was trying on diffirent clothes. The weather warmed up a bit, so she could wear her favorite sweater and jeans.

"Come in." She said.

Rosmerta didn't even walk in. She just opened the door and peeked her head inside the room.

"The Remus boy is asking about you, saying he is waiting for you."

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute."

"Going on a date?"

"I guess you could call it a date. It's kind of weird though. I'll explain later."

Even if Y/n was happy, she didn't know if it's a good idea. Remus didn't even seem like he wanted to go on a date.

Before walking downstairs, Y/n looked in the mirror. Not being able to see herself reminded her about her condition, casing the happiness to disappear.

What am I doing?, the girl asked herself.

What was she going to do if it worked? What if they got along? There was no way to hide the fact that she's a vampire and there was no way he could accept her like this.

"Hello." Remus greeted Y/n when she finally appeared by the door. He weaved at her awkwardly.

"Hi." The girl answered with a light smile.

They walked outside. The sun had already set, although people were still outside, doing their usual things.

"The sky looks pretty." Y/n said, looking at the stars appearing on the sky. "So, where are we going to go?"

"I thought about having a walk around."

"Yes, let's do that!"

It wasn't just a walk. With every step they were feeling more and more as if they were meant for each other. It was like two souls finally finding one another after centuries of wandering.

After an hour, they sat on a small hill on the grass. They were so close, it would make other people uncomfortable. But not them. They felt as if they knew each other much longer than a few hours. Y/n felt very comfortable with Remus holding her hand and Remus felt very comfortable with Y/n leaning her head on his shoulder.

They sat in a soft, enjoyable silence. Hearing each other breathe was like honey to their ears as the noise of the village began to fade. They were quietly observing how the streets got more empty with each minute.

Y/n squeezed Remus' hand. She felt guilty, she needed to tell him the truth about herself. He was the first man to make her feel so special in just a few hours, he didn't deserve to be lied to.

"I need to tell you something." The girl stuttered shyly.

"What is it?" The boy asked. His good mood immediately disappeared and was replaced by the feeling of anxiety. Did he do something wrong?

"It might change your... opinion about me. You might want to cut me off. But no matter what, please, don't tell anyone else. Not even your friends."

"I promise I won't tell anyone."

Remus Lupin was good at many things and keeping secrets was one of them. People trusted him, because they knew their secrets would never escape his mouth.

"I- I am a monster." The girl confessed, her face full of worry. As much as she didn't want to say it, she knew she had to. Better now than later, when she gets more attached to Remus.

"What? What do you mean? You're lovely, you're so nice and kind and beautiful. We spent just a few hours together, but I enjoy being around you."

The boy didn't understand. So far, Y/n was the opposite of a monster. If anyone here is a monster, it's me, Remus thought. His heart started beating faster. What would she say if he told her he's a werewolf?

"Remus, I'm a vampire."

Remus' jaw dropped. How ironic. It explained everything. Y/n smelling a dog when Sirius was around even though he turned back to human a few minutes before. Y/n not being able to touch the silver spoon. Y/n not wanting to talk much in the light. It all added up. Peter was right even if he was joking.

Y/n got nervous when Remus started laughing. If she wasn't dead, her heart would be racing. She had no idea why was he laughing. It wasn't funny, it wasn't a joke.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked.

"Because it's so ironic." Remus said, not feeling anxious anymore. "Y/n, I am a werewolf."

He knew she would understand. There was no reason to hide it, since she shared her secret with him.

Now it was Y/n whose jaw dropped. So many people to fall in love with and somehow it happened between a vampire and a werewolf.

"It could be a plot of a muggle romance book." The boy joked, putting an arm around Y/n.

"Romance?" Y/n questioned.

"Y-yes, I thought you're okay with it. I mean, that's what people go on dates for and-"

"Remus." She interrupted him, taking his chin in her hand and tilting his face so that they were looking at each other. "I am okay with it. More than okay."

Their faces were just inches apart as they looked straight into one another's eyes. They've found someone who understands them.

It was the moment. The right moment for a kiss, just like in a muggle romance book. Y/n put her soft lips on Remus' a bit chapped ones, but it didn't matter.

Remus leaned on the grass, pulling Y/n in so that she was on top of him, not breaking the kiss. Their tongues danced together, expressing how badly the both of them needed that closeness, that intimacy.

The heat rose in Remus' cheeks, he could feel the girl's fangs brushing his lips occasionally. Y/n swore she could hear his rapid heartbeat, thanks to her over-sensitive hearing.

"That was... something." The girl giggled with a smile on her face when she pulled away.

"Definitely something." Remus beamed, breathing heavily. Thousands emotions were flowing through his body, the good ones.

The rest of the date they spent on talking about their stories with occasional breaks for kisses. Y/n told Remus the whole story about how she was turned into a vampire and he shared with her his story about becoming a werewolf.

Even if both of the stories were traumatic, they felt safe enough around each other. When they were looking at the stars in the sky, embraced by one another's arms, the time stopped. Time didn't exist, what was important was the current moment that Y/n and Remus hoped would last forever.

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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