#wc isekai au

[gophergal]

I've been thinking about Spotty in this AU so much quite a bit

[the-owl-tree]

now hear me out. imagine being a young kid sent into the body of a warrior cat. you're at the beginning of developing your sense of self, your identity, your very being! your body is changing and twisting in ways you could never have imagined. fingers become claws, your ears can hear more far more than before. it's a sensory overload, a sensory nightmare.

every day you forget what being human is like no matter how hard the others try to preserve you. you have spent longer as a beast than a person. you know to serve your colony, how to maim, how to kill, before you know how to play. the world is cruel, it awaits you as each life is stripped away.

eight lives, you feel, stripped away. the people tethering you to humanity are gone and there is nothing you can do to bring them back.

[warriors-ideas]

au where Firestar was once a human but Starclan struck him down by lighting to be a kitty cat in their kitty cat clan

🔥

[dissociativewriter]

Unnatural Affinity- Part 7

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: 2.3k

cw: angst, cussing, cheesy nickname (sunshine), allusions to self harm, implied stalking, yandere tendencies, forced imprisonment, existentialism, depressive thoughts (REMINDER: YOU MATTER AND I LOVE YOU ALL, OKAY?), panic attack, manipulation?; not proofread

Synopsis: The plan was for you and Em to finish up the mission tomorrow. Sure, it was hard getting Em to agree since she was so worried about you, but you eventually got her to. And she wouldn’t break her word, right?

author’s note: The plot’s picking up now that Reader has met all five Love Interests! I’m gonna be honest, I took a lot of inspiration from parts 2 and 3 of Self Aware Caleb AU by @jinwoosbabyboo which is funny because they’re not all that similar. Also thank you to @junni-berry for helping me brainstorm nicknames! Sunshine works perfectly and I’m going to have so much angst with it heheh. Anyway, I hope y’all like this part, I’m trying to keep it mysterious but we are going to get into yandere territory sooooooo buckle up! :)

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Caleb’s apartment was… empty.

Modern. Sleek. Beautiful.

But empty.

Like a museum.

You felt on edge the entire time, like you couldn’t touch anything for fear of messing it up. Caleb assured you it was fine, noticing your tense figure, saying you could throw eggs around the entire apartment and it would be okay.

Obviously, you looked at him like he was crazy.

There was something so unnerving about certain parts of this world, you thought, certain parts that you just couldn’t get used to no matter how much time you spent with them. They always seemed to serve as a reminder that this was just a game. It wasn’t real. Not really. It was all manufactured, something made to look pretty without having any real depth.

Skyhaven. The Hunter’s Association. Em’s eyes.

You’d come to hate her eyes, constantly unreadable, two-dimensional. It seemed like no emotion ever passed through them, and yet you couldn’t help but think of all the secrets hidden in their depths.

The clink of dishes in the sink brought you back to reality.

You sat with Em at the kitchen table, watching Caleb clean up the kitchen. You’d offered help earlier, but he dismissed it immediately.

“I’ll take care of it, sunshine. Don’t you worry.” He winked.

So instead you sat perched on the table, subconsciously pulling your shorts further down your thighs to hide any scars you’d made. Em sat beside you, a pile of files between you.

You sifted through the various data reports, getting closer and closer to finding out your target’s location. “If this information is right,” you began. “We should be able to take him into custody tomorrow. It’ll be dangerous, but we’ve gotten a good bit of data on any guards he keeps around, so we’ll know what to expect.”

“That reminds me…” Em said, rubbing her hands against her thighs as she glanced over at Caleb. “We think you should sit out for this part of the mission. It has the highest risks, and with your wound…”

“We?” you interrupted. “Last I checked, I was on this mission, not Caleb. I’m not just going to do nothing because you think it’s not safe. I know it’s not safe, but that’s not going to scare me away!”

“I just don’t want your wound to get worse, or for you to get hurt again! You’re not trained for this like me or Caleb,” she sighed. “I won’t tell anyone you sat this part out, so will you please just stay here and rest?”

“I’m not worried about what people will think if they know I sat out on part of the mission!” you exclaimed. “I want to come with you on this mission because I want to help.” You took a deep breath, softly continuing, “I know it’s risky, and I know you’re worried about me, but that’s my risk to take. I’m going to help whether you like it or not,” you finished firmly.

Em was quiet for a few moments. “Why are you so fixated on helping on this mission?” she muttered.

“Because for so long, all I felt like I could do was survive. I didn’t have the motivation to do anything else, it all felt so meaningless.” Your hands itched at your thighs, feeling the cuts beneath your shorts. “Now that I have this, I feel like I have purpose. I’m helping something, and I know the work I’m doing matters. I don’t want to lose that.”

Em briefly looked to Caleb before looking away from both of you. “Fine. If you really want this, I guess I can’t stop you,” she said quietly.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

Silence filled the apartment, broken by the squeak of the faucet as Caleb turned the water off. He clapped his hands together, walking over to you and Em.

“That was tense, pips. Why don’t we all watch a movie to wind down? You up for it, sunshine?” He grinned.

Em shook her head, her fingers twitching slightly on her lap. “It’s getting late, we should probably get to bed soon.” She looked at you, brows furrowed. “I know you say you’re fine, but you really should get some rest.”

You smiled. “Alright, alright. If you insist.” You ruffled her hair as you hopped off the table.

“Well, maybe a movie’s a little much. How about we just sit around and talk? Forget about the mission,” Caleb offered. “I’d like to get to know you better, anyway, sunny.”

A small smile made its way onto your face. “Get to know me how? Want to know my zodiac sign?” You laughed.

He shrugged. “I just think you’re interestin’ and I want to know more.”

You felt your face heat up and looked away.

Keeping his eyes trained on you, Caleb suddenly asked, “Pips, when did you say you two became friends?”

“Not long after I joined the Hunter’s Association,” Em answered. “Why?”

Caleb waved off the question. “Just wonderin’ if we’ve met before. Sunshine here seems familiar, somehow.”

“A lot of people seem to think that,” she muttered under her breath.

You cocked your head. Had Em heard what Zayne said that day? The words had never left your mind:

Like I’ve loved you before.

What did that mean, anyway?

Breaking the short-lived silence, you blurted out, “I’m pretty tired. Where…?” You trailed off.

“You can sleep in the bedroom I usually use,” Em volunteered.

Caleb chuckled. “Offering up my room so easily, pip-squeak?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you use it while I’m here, anyway.”

“Still could’ve asked.” He shrugged.

“It’s fine, I’ll just take another room,” you said, waving your hand.

You were led down the narrow hallway, Em in front of you with Caleb following close behind you. After passing a few doors that made you wonder what hid behind them, Em stopped near the end of the hallway.

“You can use this room,” she announced.

“I’ll be right next door, so just holler if you need anythin’, sunshine.” Caleb grinned again.

“And I’m on the other side, so you can come to me, too,” Em cut in.

“Thanks, you guys. I’ll see you in the morning, goodnight,” you said as you opened your door.

“Goodnight.” Em waved you inside the bedroom.

“See you in the morning, pips. ‘Night, sunshine!” Caleb said as he shut his own door.

After going through your nightly routine, you finally settled into bed, watching the curtains drawn over the floor-to-ceiling windows sway from the air conditioning. Your eyes quickly grew heavy, the strain from the mission finally getting to you. As you became drowsier and drowsier, you didn’t notice the quiet opening of your door.

And once you were completely asleep, you didn’t hear the soft click of the lock.

The old-timey alarm next to your bed rang bright and early the next day.

7:30.

You groaned, rolling over again. Sunlight streamed in, hitting your face. Damn Skyhaven. Being above the clouds meant there was nothing to block the bright sun.

Sun?

You sat up.

Didn’t you draw the curtains shut?

You shrugged it off, thinking maybe you just imagined it. It was pretty likely you’d forget to shut the curtains, anyway. You dug through the covers of your bed, looking for your phone.

“Where did it go?” you muttered. “I thought it was right here…” Another thing to write off, you figured. You probably just left it on the kitchen table when you were chatting with Em and Caleb.

These inconsistencies were probably nothing to worry about, you told yourself. You’re just paranoid, and what for? It’s just the unusually empty apartment putting you on edge, nothing more.

You tossed the covers aside, pushing yourself out of bed. You slipped on some comfortable pants and a shirt, something you figured would be good for this mission, before heading to the door.

Your hand closed around the knob, but it wouldn’t twist.

You tried it again, getting more and more panicked and aggressive as the door wouldn’t open. You checked for a lock on the knob, but there wasn’t one on this side. You pounded on the door, yelling out, “Caleb! Em! The door won’t open, can you let me out?” You continued to jiggle the doorknob as you waited for one of them to come to your rescue.

Minutes passed, and you finally came to the realization with horror.

“Holy shit, he pulled a Main Story on me!” You backed away from the door, feeling your chest tighten as your eyes scanned the rest of the room. You spotted a small bin with a note on your dresser, but whose handwriting it was, you couldn’t place.

This is for your own good, I promise.

Be back soon! :)

You dropped the note, feeling yourself lose balance. You drop to the floor, your breathing becoming unsteady. “I’m fine, it’s fine, I’m fine…” you whispered. Your hands shook as you hugged your knees to your chest.

In all your panic, you didn’t see the swirl of red and black outside your window, much less the falling crow’s feather.

“You were never going to let me go, were you?” you cried.

It was 8:00 a.m. and Caleb and Em sat in their uniforms, listening to your banging on the door with somewhat worried expressions.

“Is this really the best thing to do?” Em asked with her seemingly default neutral expression.

Caleb’s brows furrowed. “It’s hard but… it’s the only way to completely ensure safety.” Em nodded, and Caleb’s expression only deepened. “Do you really think it was the best idea to take the phone, though? What if something happens?”

“We needed to limit communication. Everything will be fine, anyway. There’s nothing dangerous in there,” Em said, pulling her bag over her shoulder. “We should leave soon. This mission might be a bit harder than necessary since I don’t have all the information.” Catching sight of the flash of metal outside, Em opened and leaned out of the nearby window. “Go away, Mephisto! What are you even doing in Skyhaven?” She stood back in the apartment, making sure the window was locked shut.

“Mephisto?” Caleb asked, stepping towards her.

“One of my friends has this mechanical crow, that’s basically his second set of eyes, that just watches me sometimes. It’s so annoying, like he doesn’t realize I can handle myself.”

Caleb took a deep breath. He could address this friend later, but first, “Pip-squeak…” he began. “Isn’t that what we’re doing with your little friend in there?”

Em shook her head. “It’s different,” she insisted.

“If you say so,” Caleb sighed. “Let’s get going, pips. The faster we’re home, the better.”

The first hour was painful.

You were sad, angry, upset.

Vengeful.

All you could think of was how hard you would beat their asses when they let you out.

Who were they to think they knew what was best for you?

This was your life, not theirs. They might think they know what’s best for you, but aren’t you the only one to decide that?

And on top of that, no matter if it’s a stupid move, it’s your decision to make!

The anger, though, quickly gave way to tears. Were you really so helpless that you couldn’t get out of this situation? Were you so weak that they thought you couldn’t handle the mission, that you would just be a liability?

By the second hour you were laying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling. Your thoughts swirled around you, your doubts holding you like a vice.

Maybe you were interfering too much. Messing up the story. You were never meant to be more than a secondary character, so who are you to try and insert yourself next to the Main Character?

You’re not important. Not in this life and not in the last.

So why are the Love Interests showing interest in you and not Em?

The question tortured you to no end. It just made no sense; all five men were so secretive, so defensive. They didn’t open up for anyone, most of the time not even Em. They’re not easily comfortable around someone, so why are they so comfortable around you?

And what exactly was the deal with the Relax Times?

You thought of how you’d giggled, blushing and nearly kicking your feet whenever they would do them in the game. It was so sweet, making it seem like you weren’t alone.

But now they were actually happening to you, and you’d gotten three out of five so far.

It made you think of all the self-aware fics you’d read, how Destiny Cafe was their place to truly bond with their person beyond the game. After all, all the affinity earned there was done completely by the player. It was the player’s choices that made them closer to the Love Interests, not the Main Character’s.

If you’d been more focused, more conscious, you might have finally connected the dots right then and there.

But the third hour came and went and your thoughts only grew heavier. The gray skies were growing darker and darker and you had no one there to help you calm the storm.

You were starting to think that you were stuck here. That you would be trapped here, all alone. That no one would come to get you. Who would care enough anyway?

Who would notice you missing?

At your apartment complex, Xavier waited nervously outside your door for an unheard knock to be answered.

At Akso Hospital, Zayne waited eagerly for his afternoon appointment with the Hunter’s Researcher who wouldn’t show.

At Mo Art Studio, Rafayel waited eagerly for his dozen or so texts to his new friend to be answered.

Deep in the N109 Zone, Sylus watched from the eyes of a mechanical crow, wondering just what he should do with this recent development.

And outside your locked bedroom door, Caleb debated telling you the truth as he watched Em fill out her mission reports, completely unbothered.

On the other side of the door, you were still limbless on the floor, holding back the sobs and screams trapped in your throat.

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[cultofdionysusnet]

Check out this Ateez fic written by Topaz!

𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍

💕to my dear @downtoamagicalland. You are the light at the of my tunnel, the giggle that fairies are born from, the motivation I never always need, the fire to my water. Never change and always be your authentic self. But that doesn't mean I'll ever stop complaining about your sneaky girl shit 🤣 I love you and happy birthday

💕Pairing: Yeosang x Reader (f)

💕Au: isekai au, kingdom hearts au, video game au, bouncy au

💕Trope: strangers to lovers, amnesia

💕Genre: suggestive, adventure

💕Rating: 18+, MDNI

💕Warnings: some kisses were exchanged, fighting, blood, smoking due to stress, alluding to you and Yeosang being lovers, mentions of alcohol

💕Word Count: 2,002

💕Summary: when you get teleported to your favorite video game, you didn't expect to also fall in love in the process

💕divider by @cafekitsune

💕Playlist recommendation: Bouncy by Ateez, Paranoid by Xdinary Heroes, and Song of the Wind by Kingdom

It had been a shit day, you mused in your head, as you leaned against the back door of your house, guiltily smoking a cigarette, but you fucking needed it. You had stayed late at work, you had walked home in the rain, your book and your notebook were drenched and you were so fucking done with reality currently. 

You watched sulkily as the rain poured continuously around you and tried to figure out what your next move was. You were going to take a nice long HOT shower, bundle up in some warm clothing, and turn on your Playstation. You were going to play Kingdom Hearts and get lost in another universe.

You had spoiled yourself a bit too well, or perhaps it was the lull of the menu music, but the last thing you remembered was the opening scene of Kingdom Hearts playing and your eyelids feeling heavy until you fell asleep, murmuring of this being much better than reality.

You had a dream where you were falling down through blackness. You were…not yourself. You were a cartoon version of yourself with goofy big feet. You chuckled inwardly. Clearly Kingdom Hearts had sucked you in a little too hard. You watched as you continued to fall down through black nothing until a stained glass appeared below you. The stained glass depicted some type of saloon with guns crossing on the top, blowing fire with the cartoon version of yourself in front. That wasn’t any world you had ever seen in Kingdom Hearts. You bursted through the stained glass, expecting pain but there was nothing but a lightness that you felt. You watched as a heart drifted up above you, separate from your body. Is that why you felt light, because your heart was gone? Or was it the falling feeling?

When you next opened your eyes, you weren’t quite as comfortable as you had been when you fell asleep. You groaned as you pushed yourself up from some asphalt… wait?! Asphalt?

You shot upwards in fear. You weren’t in your home, asleep in your bed. You were in the middle of the road! You looked around you, trying to get your bearings but none of this looked familiar. You looked down at your body and you were in clothing you didn’t own. Black skirt that was half shorts as well, harness across a high neck crop top--you looked like you were ready for some kind of covert mission?

You didn’t have much time to contemplate your current situation because Heartless began to drift around your feet and fully formed a circle around you. The cute but definitely dangerous creatures shifted from foot to foot and you could hear the battle music starting. 

“Am I a keyblade wielder?” You said out loud. You held your hands out, waiting for a keyblade to manifest between them but nothing happened. You giggled nervously. This wasn’t good.

You screeched and ducked, throwing your arms over your head as a Heartless launched itself at you. Maybe you had some magic? “Blizzard!” You tried but nothing happened to the Heartless but they did cock their heads at you curiously. 

“Damn it!” You shouted in frustration. “I don’t want to be a damsel in distress.” 

You picked up some rocks and began to chuck them at the Heartless, yelling wordlessly with as much courage as you could muster. Suddenly, the Heartless stood still. Then one by one they started to disappear around the outer circle. 

“Yeah, that’s right!” You continued to throw rocks, “You should be scared of me!”

Then you heard a roar of a motorcycle. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. A man with long hair and a red accent leather jacket launched his bike over your head by using a broken piece of road as a ramp. The bike transformed from vehicle to keyblade with a birdcage at its hilt, and with a calm but confident face, defeated all the Heartless around you.

Your mouth was on the floor in shock. The man hefted his keyblade over his shoulder and offered his hand. “Want a ride back to the saloon?”

“I…” Your feet seemed to be itching to move towards the man. “Do I know you?”

The man frowned. “That’s not funny, Heart. Now take my hand or I’m leaving you behind with the Heartless.”

You took the man’s hand tentatively and he yanked you closer, eyes serious and reading your face. “You’re serious. You have no idea who I am, do you?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never even seen this place before.”

The man laughed and then straightened his face quickly. “Let’s get out of here before more Heartless gather, you trust me for that at least, right?”

That’s how you found yourself clinging to a stranger’s broad back on the back of a motorcycle, zooming to an unknown destination. You would have admired the city’s skyline if not for the fact that you had literally no idea how you somehow ended up in a weird, different world in Kingdom Hearts. Who were you and why did this man know who you were?

The motorbike slash keyblade drove down a narrow street, and at the end of it, was ‘the saloon’. With the simple ‘bar’ sign above a pair of not-so-simple flamethrowers, there was a classic western set of swinging dividers and another neon sign above that read ‘k-hot chili peppers’. This place was a weird mix of western and modern. You were about to say a ‘yeehaw’ sarcastically when an actual man dressed in a cowboy hat and dressed in all leather shouted from his place at the bar.

“Hey, Yeosang, you found Heart!” The cowboy shouted.

“Yeah but she doesn’t know who she is!” Yeosang lamented.

Another man walked down the stairs of the back of the saloon, eyes serious and calculating. “It had to be the Government, only they would attempt to brainwash the Princess of Heart of this world.”

Your eyes went wide and you gasped. Wait, you were a Princess of Heart?

“You know what that means?” Yeosang asked.

“Listen, this is gonna sound weird, but this is a video game,” you tried to explain.

“This is not a game,” the man in all leather growled, scowling at you from under his hat.

“Mingi, calm down, she doesn’t know what she’s saying.” Yeosand stood in front of you, protecting you.

Mingi scowled down at you despite Yeosang’s interference. “Listen, just because you dick her down, doesn’t mean--”

“Yeosang!” The smaller man held onto Yeosang’s arm, that had just shot out and punched Mingi. Mingi was now down on the floor, licking the corner of his mouth where he was bleeding.

“I’m sorry, Hongjoong, but I won’t allow him to talk to her like that.” Yeosang shook his hand, as if to rid his skin of the feeling of his punch to Mingi. 

“She can’t stay here. If the Government starts looking for her, they will start here,” Hongjoong mused out loud. 

“I’ll take her to the chili lab.” Yeosang nodded resolutely. 

“I’m… sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused,” you said in a small voice.

Hongjoong helped Mingi up, patted him on the shoulder sympathetically but smiled reassuringly at you. “You're the heart of this world, we’d do anything for you, even though SOME OF US are jealous we aren’t as close to you as we’d like to be.” Mingi’s shoulders stiffened but still he walked to the bar to get a drink. 

“Come on, Heart, I better take you to a place where you’re more safe. Who knows when and where they’ll strike next.” Yeosang guided you out of the saloon, shooting one last glare at Mingi’s back. 

At the oddly named Chili Lab, you encountered Seonghwa, who couldn't quite understand that you didn’t remember anything but was very nice to you anyways. Yeosang swept you up quickly to a room when you seemed quite dazed as Seonghwa talked to you. “Some things never change,” He muttered under his breath. 

You sat in a room that seemed familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on what made it so comfortable. “Is this my room?” You wondered.

“No, I didn’t want to bombard you in case your brain just needs some time to catch up,” Yeosang admitted. He knelt at your feet, and gathered your hands in your lap. “Heart…”

You cocked your head curiously at him. “Yes?”

“I don’t want to lose you,” He admitted, his head bowed over your hands.

“You won’t lose me, Yeosang,” You said softly, “We’re connected, my heart to yours.” You gasped, not sure where that response came from.

Yeosang raised his head, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. “How can you say that and also claim you have no idea who I am, or who you are?”

Your hand went to the left side of your chest, over where your heart would be. “I don’t know.”

Yeosang bit down on his lip, seemingly hesitating between a decision. His resolve solidified and then he cupped your face and kissed you softly. “Maybe I can help your memory a little bit…” he said before kissing you again. You melted into his kisses, gentle yet firm. His lips travelled from yours to scattered kisses along your jawline and down your neck. 

“Seonghwa said you guys were up here, Heart--oh! Am I interrupting something?” A man in a white tank top and shiny pants breathed heavily like he just had run up some stairs and looked ridiculously nosy at the door of Yeosang’s room.

Yeosang sent a look to the man who interrupted and you could have sworn it would have killed someone. The man gulped and scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Sangie, but we gotta go. There’s some weird white mask boss in front of the school. I think the students are in trouble. We gotta go fight!”

“But Heart…” Yeosang frowned down at you, hands still cupping your face fondly.

The man at the door gave a look of confusion. “Heart can take care of herself? In fact, the amount of times I’ve had to hold her off of wielding her weapon on Wooyoung is countless. What’s going on here?”

Something scratched at the back of your brain. A fuzzy image of a keyblade, brown with wood instead of metal, with flowers carved and painted, wielded from a necklace you had. You put a hand to your chest and found a wooden tulip hanging from a string of leather around your neck. Had that been there the entire time?

That’s how you found yourself standing before the same tall tower you saw off in the distance when you had woken up on the asphalt. Eight men stood beside you, in various black outfits, withh Yeosang’s over jacket practically falling off his shoulder. He nodded resolutely at you and focused on the huge masked white Heartless before the school. 

With a shout of rage at the situation, the one before you and your internal strife, your keyblade materialized in your hands and you rushed with the eight men on either side of you. This felt right, this felt good. Whether you remembered your true self or not, what truly mattered was that you fought for what was good, with Yeosang beside you. You raised your blade to swipe at the first Heartless and--

You woke up groggy and bleary-eyed, blinking up at your Outlaw poster of Ateez on your wall. The music to Kingdom Hearts was still playing. You sighed heavily. Another dream that you lowkey wished had been reality. Did your brain really have to play you like that? 

Except your hand went to your chest and found your keyblade necklace still hanging from your neck. Was that something from real life bleeding into your dreams or were your dreams finally bleeding into your reality? 

“Yeosang,” You said quietly, looking out your window to the rain pattering down the pane of glass. “Where are you?”

[strawberrystepmom]

sanemi x f!reader. isekai au, established relationship, mostly fluff and character study. | wc 1.3k, divider thanks to @cafekitsune

Gentle communication has never been Sanemi’s strong suit.

He’s moved through his life as wild and blusterous as the winds he wields to keep the world safe, a flurry of carelessly running off at the mouth and leaving destruction behind him if it suited him best. At least until he met you.

Brash is the kind word you’ve chosen to describe him or at least that’s what he overheard you discussing with Mitsuri shortly after he realized his feelings for you were mutual, after the two of you had engaged in relatively wordless physical passion more than once. He didn’t know what the word meant (frankly, he isn’t sure if she did either although she never mentioned it) and he asked you, pointedly, to explain yourself.

“What the fuck does brash mean?”

The look on your face, wide eyes and slightly downturned corners of your lips, caught him off guard even more so than you found yourself. He watched you through narrowed violet eyes while you considered the way to phrase the explanation, a little regretful about his naturally commanding and harsh tone though he could not, and cannot, change it about himself. For a period of time, you looked terrified of him every time you glanced at him and while he felt grateful that was no longer the case, old fears crept in when you opened your mouth to speak, eyes still wide.

“Are you upset with me?” You asked, glancing toward the ground for a moment and then back at his face - that scarred, beautiful face - concerned that your choice of words offended him.

“No.” He answered quickly, reaching out to rub his thumb along the soft skin of the inside of your wrist, something that became a habit after the two of you began sleeping together. His shoulders slumped forward, he inhaled deeply and lowered his voice. “I just want to know.”

Smiling at the glimpse of the man beneath the surface, you leaned in toward him to close the surrounding world off to just the two of you.

“It means that you aren’t afraid to speak your mind and to assert yourself. It’s not a bad thing, you just get to the point quicker than other people might.”

He could tell you were beating around the bush, a little trait of yours he noticed more and more over the time that passed, and his face fell into a scowl despite his thumb still pressing against your skin.

“So you’re saying I’m an asshole?”

You frowned back at him, shaking your head.

“No, I think you just forget about the subtleties of conversation. Facial expressions, tone of voice, language,” you raised your eyebrows at him, pursing your lips to punctuate the last point. “Little things matter, Sanemi. I can’t tell you why but they do.”

Tilting his head to the side, he lacked the grace to hide his confusion. You glanced up at him and trailed your free hand up his arm, reaching until you cupped his chin and cheek in your palm.

“Why? Why can’t people just say what they mean?” You giggled and patted his face, shaking your head. “I don’t have an answer for that but what I can promise you is that I’ll always figure out what you mean even if you say it a little roughly.”

He smiled down at you, slight enough that anyone else would mistake it for a grimace, but you knew better. Emotions have never come easy for Sanemi and you knew that long before getting involved with him bearing in mind that he didn’t speak to you for weeks except to bark orders or demand you cover yourself up in the revealing Slayer uniform you were given upon your appearance in his world.

Even back then, you’d come a long way with one another in a short time. You sighed and dropped your hand from his face, sparing him the embarrassment of being caught mid embrace with you lest someone approached.

“I never mean to be mean to you,” he admitted, eyes glued toward his hand still resting on your arm. “I don’t know how else to tell you what I’m trying to say. All this shit is just…different for me.”

Nodding, you reassured him with a half smile.

“I know and I always pick up on what you really mean anyway.”

The small tells have always said more than he thinks. Twitching fingers, especially the ones he has confided in you he has less feeling in, resting against your arm. Low chuckles in his throat, so brief you believe you imagined them. His lips roughly pressing against your hairline, your cheek, your throat in the darkness of your room.

───・・✦・・───

Those small signs have certainly come in handy over the time the two of you have spent together. The days of miscommunication aren’t long passed, they still linger in the back of your mind when his jaw is slackened and he looks like he may open his mouth to say anything and leave you to play damage control, but you have figured out the little tells.

The crease between his eyebrows deepens and he grips his teacup a little too tightly while kneeling in front of the table at his brothers’ home. You wordlessly sip from your own cup but glance over at Sanemi, raising your left eyebrow to give him the silent signal that you are checking on him.

Are you ready to go?

So many words contained in a simple gesture.

Please.

He nods once, indistinct enough that Genya and his wife who are lost in their own conversation do not look away from one another. Cup placed gently back on the table in front of him, he leans upward and folds his arms over his chest, allowing you to do what you do best. Talk.

“I think we’re about to head home.”

Genya and his wife rise and smile at the two of you, exchanging goodbyes and thanking you for visiting them and their ever growing family. Sanemi’s heart still occasionally pumps a few beats harder when he takes the time to consider how thoughtfully you approach him, patiently allowing him to clarify himself when most would just assume he’s impolite and leave it at that.

“Thank you,” he finally says when the two of you have exited out of the gate separating Genya’s home and the road, stepping down the path headed toward your own that is closer than it seems on a dusk summer evening.

“Of course.” You butt your shoulder against his playfully, fiddling with the inside of your sleeves. “I know you better than you think.”

Sanemi chuckles, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you against his side. He’s never been one for overt displays of affection but it’s just the two of you, the crickets, and the earliest appearing stars tonight. There’s no harm in kissing the crown of your head and nuzzling his face into it while your footsteps fall into sync.

“You do,” he agrees, kissing your head. “You’ve tried a hell of a lot harder at the very least.”

This makes you laugh, grinning up at him and wrapping your arms around his waist in return.

“Only because I like you.”

He looks down, brows raised, feigning that same angry look he used to wear before he learned to relax and roll with the punches - assisted by you, of course.

“You only like me?”

Giggling, you shrug, pressing your head into his chest so he can rest his chin on top of it.

“Okay, okay, I guess I love you or something, too.” He chuckles and you feel it rumble beneath your ear, cheeks warming his breath gently ruffles the hair on top of your head.

“That’s better. Say what you mean when you’re talkin’ to me.”

There’s no derision in his words. No anger or frustration, nothing to make you jump or wonder what you’ve done wrong. You glance up at him to find him looking down at you rather than the path ahead, smiling. He’ll save his “I love you” for later, in another way, something you’ve come to appreciate about him since the days when you barely knew each other and were trying to figure it out.

[vincentvalenfine]

writing masterlist

All of these are reader insert unless stated otherwise. my AO3 is here and my writing tag is here. (Begging the minors please don't follow me or interact with my nsfw pieces or I will block you.)

FF7, Vincent drabbles (<500 words usually)

date night sfw

cuddling sfw

gun safety sfw

washing his hair sfw

making out sfw

actually a vampire sfw

nervous first time suggestive

sweet sfw

technology sfw

protection sfw

monster sfw

chaos takes a peek sfw

poledancing for fun and exercise suggestive

tattoo for him sfw

coffin cuddles sfw

secret accent sfw

just the cloak suggestive

leather pants regret suggestive

blindfolded suggestive

stress dreams sfw

my love sfw

gauntlet cleaning sfw

glasses sfw

thigh highs suggestive

bedsharing woes suggestive

morning after sfw

Vincent one-shots (600< usually)

Release and Relief (AO3) nsfw

Bite of the Beast (AO3) nsfw

Intruder (AO3) nsfw

soulmate isekai sfw

give him space sfw

one immortal meets another sfw

and they were both insecure sfw

make him jealous sfw

reverse isekai sfw

tired dad vibes sfw

stalking the stalker sfw

long time coming sfw

solstice kiss sfw

wip dance of the devil nsfw (wc ~1100)

wip reverse isekai expanded (wc ~2200)

wip incubus au (wc ~5200)

wip merman au (wc ~700)

Cloud one-shots

forget-me-not (AO3) sfw

Poly-am drabbles

end of the day vincent + cloud, sfw

sick day vincent + cloud, sfw

Overwatch, Hanzo one-shots

Cupid's Heart (AO3) nsfw

Pay Attention sfw

safeguard sfw

wip mountain kami au probably nsfw

Genji one shots

Pros and Cons sfw

[shih-coulda-had-it]

WHUMPTOBER | Search Party | wc: ~800

a/n: homebrewed fantasy AU inspired first from @/boss-the-goofball's fantasy isekai AU; this is purely an aesthetic thing now, i think, and also me enjoying OFA interactions

//

The paladins of One for All rarely gathered in the same area. Not only because it was impossible to ensure everyone had the means and free time to travel on a schedule, but also because their souls were already shared with one another. The connections rendered physical meetings moot since they could tap into the mental space and hold a conversation from, say, a cave system below sea-level (Banjo) to the highest peak in the land (Shinomori) without strain. 

Kudou referred to the network as ‘Yoichi’s heart’ just the once before clamming up about the identity of their divine patron, but Nana thought the term was apt.

It wasn’t just words they shared. It was feelings, too.

ALL FOR ONE WANTS SORAHIKO TO BE HIS CHAMPION, Nana yelled, and she couldn’t tell whether the pure lightning streak of terror was hers, or En’s, or even Shinomori’s. They reached for her. She shoved the hastily-scrawled note to the forefront of her mind, just as she shoved her socked feet into her boots and tightened the buckle of her sword belt.

‘I have to go. Sorry.’

Burned into the wooden floorboards, a complex spell circle taunted Nana with her lack of understanding. 

Where is he? said Kudou, said Bruce, said every other wielder of One for All’s power. A dizzying array of locales flashed before Nana’s eyes: a tavern, a marsh, a gray coastal cove. They were six individuals in total, but their movements echoed up and down a chain.

I don’t know. It was possible Sorahiko didn’t know where he was headed either.

Nana had personally plastered the bloody sword with talismans. She had verified Sorahiko’s lack of possession using techniques only Kudou and Bruce still recalled, invasive ones that made Sorahiko actually complain (even though he still agreed to them). How did All for One ensnare him? Or had Nana been tricked from the start?

No. No, that was paranoia speaking. Nana knew Sorahiko. She pinned her cape into place and scoured their room at the inn with a practiced eye. He’d taken his traveling pack. Her own was apparently untouched, so Sorahiko’s priority wasn’t to sabotage Nana. She shouldered it on.

En mused, All for One’s castle?

Kudou and Bruce destroyed that years ago, Banjo disagreed. A sense-memory: Banjo’s footsteps, pressed into ash, slowly disappearing as a cold wind picked up. Nana tasted the absence of life and grimaced. She had her own memories of the unofficial pilgrimage site; she didn’t need Banjo to hammer the point in.

Shinomori said, Show me the summoning circle again, please.

She obliged, but she didn’t dare to step into it. The markings were a script, jagged in style, and interlocked. It smelled strongly of blood. Maybe Sorahiko’s, but just as equally likely, Nana was going to venture outside the inn to see a mob wanting justice, or trip over a fresh pale corpse.

We need a direction, Kudou said testily.

The fourth paladin to pledge an oath to One for All was silent for a second more, and then Shinomori answered, The circle was not written with cardinal directions in mind. Shimura, are you certain of Sorahiko’s allegiance?

He wouldn’t swear to All for One, Nana declared.

He didn’t care for One for All either, Bruce reminded her. 

Nana bristled, but before she could defend (what could she even say? Sorahiko didn’t think highly of any divinity, nor was he a lover of material wealth; his loyalty was selfish in motive, selfless in effect) her friend, Shinomori intervened: The dead volcano on the southern coast. There is likely a port town.

You deciphered that? Kudou’s incredulity filtered through the network, but they caught a flash of him wheeling his horse about-face, heedless of any cursing pedestrian. Lucky him. Nana was still trying to decide if she wanted to leave through the front door, or toss herself out the window.

No, Shinomori said, patiently. The script’s vocabulary is not so specific. The summoning is flexible in its target, because the desired location is meant to be a center of unrest and fear. Shimura mentioned that the last locale she and Sorahiko visited received them… poorly.

She felt her ears burn with embarrassment. Yeah. Not her greatest moment as a paladin of One for All, needing to haul Sorahiko’s revenant-attracting ass out of a revenant-infested pit nearly every local witnessed him (sleep)walking into. 

He’s not All for One’s, Nana said.

Yet, Banjo quipped. Who’s closest? 

En signaled a wordless acknowledgment, too distracted with a conscious verbal transaction to commune with One for All. After him, it was Shinomori. Nana was third-closest, followed by Banjo, Kudou, and lastly Bruce, who was somewhat stranded in the north. She wrenched the window’s shutters open and leapt into the sky, Floating high to avoid any vigilant watchmen. 

The net had been thrown. Now it was a question of who would catch Sorahiko first.

[gophergal]

Anthro Fireboi design that accidentally made me imagine an isekai au

[the-owl-tree]

Now that you’ve opened the floodgates I’m going to hit you with so many questions about the Isekai Au.

Does Beesnap ever come to terms with Honeypaw’s body being snatched? Or tell Honey about it? Imagining Honey being like a translator where they repeat what each party says to eachother but instead of translating a language they just tell Beesnap what Honey’s ghost is saying.

-🐝 Anon (If you don’t have one of those)

Heheheee these are great thank you!!!!

I don’t think it’s ever going to sit right for her. She’s lost her daughter to something else and misses her dearly. The only comfort she really has is that Honey, as you’ve said, does very much try and be the bridge between them. A big part of Honeypaw’s story in this is learning just how loved she is and to stop trying to chase praise where she’s not going to get it.

Beesnap, after she stops strangling this imposter in her daughter’s body (like mother like daughter lol), does eventually come around to being of help. Honey wants to go home after all and Bee wants a way to get her daughter back, there’s no reason they can’t work together in that regard.

[nocturnal-lanturn]

fσℓℓσω тнє иσятн ѕтαя нσмє ✨

¢нαρтєя 1 teaser

soobin-centric, txt fic (not an x reader)

⭐ ∂єѕ¢яιρтισи; when dust keeper soobin has the honor of awakening the newest laugh from the mainland, he’s ecstatic to be given the opportunity. when kai, a sun fairy, is born, he attracts the likes of gardening fairy yeonjun, tinker fairy taehyun, and water fairy beomgyu. they attempt to encourage soobin out of his rigid lifestyle. ✴️ ¢σитєит ιиfσ; soobin-centric, themes of found family, tinkerbell au, loser soobin, soobins a bit of a jerk sometimes, beomgyu and taehyun share a braincell sometimes, this is an isekai btw lol, angst, fluff, there is no smut or suggestive themes

wc: 1.3K

work (main) masterlist // series masterlist

Soobin is (and he’s not bragging in the slightest, he promises) possibly one of the best Dust-Keeping fairies Pixie Hollow has ever seen. Not only is he dedicated to his job, but he also does it incredibly well. His name has been on the wall for the “Best Dust-Keeper” for about four months now for a reason. 

He smiles as he fixes one of his frames at the entryway of their workstation. 

Soon, he will have the best job he’s been given yet – awaken the newest laugh from the Mainland. No one really knows when a laugh will arrive — sometimes it happens multiple times a day or only a few times a week. Fairies from all three of the warmer seasons (with sometimes the occasional nosey winter fairy traveling over every once in a while to witness new fairies) gather around to watch the newest laugh emerge. 

Fast-flying fairies will bring the petal to float peacefully in the middle, and the Dust Keepers have the pleasure of awakening the laugh.

It's not like how every other discipline thinks – Soobin finds that other talents think that dust keeping is so easy. No one knows that to awaken fairies from laughs you have to have an exact amount of pixie dust. Too much will send the flower flying into the air and the amount of overstimulation would tire the small thing. Too little and the lack of pixie dust wouldn't even get through. 

The right amount is needed for such things. Soonbin has been going to the library for the past week now to prepare. Fairy Kelly, a bright fairy with a bustling laugh (much like her counterpart, Fairy Gary), promised Soobin just the day before that the next fairy that comes in would be his to awaken. He grabs the wooden bowl he made when he first started at the Tree. It had paint splatters all over the outside. He had been painting it a pretty blue near the base of the Tree when Taehyun, a Tinker fairy that often brought new inventions for the Dust Keepers to try, startled a barely painted ladybug and then both pink and red were decorated on the bowl.

At first Soobin had been rightfully annoyed – he had a whole plan for how he would paint the bowl in light blue hues and some pastel greens too – but then he found a meaning in it. Never let Taehyun or any of his band of gangly sparrowmen near his things ever again. 

He has been practicing taking the pixie dust out of the bowl and sprinkling it down, just so. Seokmin, a Dust Keeper a few months his senior, explained the process. How it isn’t as rigid and structured as Soobin thinks. That, while yes the perfect amount is needed, exact calculations aren't. He would just know.

Soobin politely held his laughter in until he was alone. Seokmin is a great Dust Keeper, but he wasn’t the best for four months in a row. 

He takes the wooden measuring spoon from the table and scoops up some pixie dust. A baby dandelion that Yeonjun has been dutifully gifting him in preparation for the event lays on the workbench. Fairy Kelly allows him a few minutes every morning to get his bearings — prepare himself. He estimates after tomorrow he’ll be ready. It’s just, awaking a laugh is such an honor that many Dust Keeper have to wait ages to be granted. Soobin’s able to do so after not long being in Pixie Hollow. 

Soobin flutters over the flower, tilting the bowl just as he’s practiced. Slowly, but not too fast. Slowly, but not too fast-

“Do you have my pixie dust order?”

Soobin drops the bowl onto the flower. Beomgyu, the barbarian who barged into Soobin’s precious practice, and him watches the bowl, upside down and covering the flower. They stare for a moment.

“Huh. Guess it won’t do anything-" 

The flower shoots up, knocking the bowl over. The clatter on the floor was nothing compared to the flower, albeit pretty and small, zooming through the room, high on pixie dust. Soobin drops down to the ground cradling his face to hide from the flower. Beomgyu flutters after it, bumping into the wall, knocking over the notes and other decorations that the other Dust Keeper placed, to try to catch it. 

The poor thing spurts one last time before landing in front of Soobin on the floor. 

Beomgyu lands behind him, cradling some of the fallen notes and letters that only fell because of him. "Oops," he chuckles, side stepping past Soobin to toss his armful on the table. "I forgot what I came in here for… dang it." 

The yellow flower looks deflated now, after knocking into so many surfaces and into the walls at full force like it did. Soobin picks it up gently with both hands, slowly flittering to the table to place it on the wooden surface. 

That could've easily been the little fairy — thrashing around aimlessly until it eventually didn't have any fight left.

“Why are you here?” Soobin groans, picking up his bowl from off the floor to place it on the table. He eyes the mess of paper and leftover pixie dust on the table before turning away from it. It'll only make him angrier. 

Beomgyu takes a moment, tapping his feet before he claps. “Oh right! Do you have my pixie dust order? I ordered double this week.” 

Soobin makes a face. “Why would you do that?” Not only is it against the rules to order double pixie dust pouches in over a week, which Beomgyu has done a few times now, but Soobin knows firsthand what ordering double means. And he does not want to be liable for any messes that Beomgyu and Taehyun make. 

“Oh…” Beomgyu huffs, scratching the back of his neck. “Nothing much. I’m running low so I need more.”

“Borrow Taehyun’s. He hardly flies anyway.” Soobin shoulders past the Water fairy to open the door. “Now go. Bother someone else.” 

The younger fairy whined, grabbing onto Soobin’s arm. “Okay, I’ll level with you.” 

Soobin slips his arm out of Beomgyu’s grasp. He hates when Beomgyu levels with him and he hates when Beomgyu schemes. The Water fairy has a knack for including everyone around him in his various masterplans, like the one time when he tried to figure out how to deter eagles (or attract them…) or an innovative way on the traditional sprinkler system. While Taehyun is his usual partner for mischief, he will target Soobin as well and Soobin almost always regrets it. 

“Yeah, no thanks.” Soobin slinks away, pushing Beomgyu out of the door. He couldn’t be bothered by shenanigans right now – he’s too busy practicing for the newest laugh! He has no idea when the laugh will appear, and all eyes will be turned to him to awaken it. While he can decline and wait it out, being the youngest Dust Keeper to awaken a laugh was such an honor. “I have to practice more. You ruined the flower Yeonjun gave me so now I have to find a replacement.”

The door slammed closed before Beomgyu could say another word. Soobin sighed, looking around at the mess that the fairy made. He had to clean it up before any of the other fairies' shifts started. Fairy Mary trusted him to take care of the space when he would come in earlier. 

The door swung open just as he started picking up the writing quails. Soobin huffed through his nose. Beomgyu is entirely too determined. 

“Beomgyu, I said-” Soobin gaped at Seokmin in the doorway. He looked disheveled, sweat on his brow and his feet barely touching the ground from his stuttered flittering. Soobin dropped the writing quails and the soft feathers brushed the ground without a sound. But Soobin, for some reason, could hear ringing clearly.

“Soobin. There’s a new laugh.” Seokmin breathed, stumbling onto his feet with a goofy smile. He grabs the younger sparrowman’s shoulders, bringing him into a sweaty hug. “Are you ready?”

Damn it, Beomgyu.

[strawberrystepmom]

sanemi x f!reader. isekai au. lots of pining, emotional exploration, struggles of being isekai'ed. | divider thanks to @cafekitsune, wc 2.2k

Stranger in a strange land adopts a new meaning when you’re quite literally dropped into a world beyond your comprehension. Tonight, though, you are grateful for the infinite blanket of stars above your head. No light pollution, no city noise to interrupt the serenity of a moonlit night.

A breeze tickles your nose and you scrunch it in response, reminded of the reason you stepped outside in the first place. 

A futile attempt to outrun your thoughts of Sanemi. 

The wind always makes you think of him, something that would surprise no one if you were to be sincere with them about it. You sigh, kicking your legs out in front of you while they dangle off of the edge of your porch. You’re currently sharing a living space with the other single women who tend to the Ubuyashiki household, mostly maids who have taught you the best ways to stay cool in the oppressive summer heat and how to dab blood stains from the sleeves of your robes. Thankfully, they’re all tucked in their beds. There will be no witnesses to your self inflicted angst tonight.

Your friends have all moved along with their lives since being transported to this era, finding happiness and futures. More often than not, you feel like the odd man out, the only one still remaining poorly adjusted to a world that has welcomed you with open arms. The Hashira and Ubuyashiki family have been wonderful and gracious hosts. You’d even dare say that you’ve become friends with most of the people you have met since arriving no matter the cultural and linguistic differences of being a modern woman transported unexpectedly to 19th century Japan.

The outlier for you is a man. No matter where you are in history, what rabbit hole you’ve stumbled down, this will always be your issue. Your emotions feel heavier when you’re forced to lay down with them in the quiet dark of your room so you’ve decided to work them out within yourself outside and blissfully alone.

You wonder what he’s doing tonight, silently judging yourself for not sticking to your own commitment to being alone in body and mind.

One of the maids, Ritsu, teased you about him being off on a mission while you shot her a lok out of the corner of your eye before heading off to bed earlier. It’s unlikely that he will return here even if the mission has already been completed. It’s miles away from his estate, out of the way and impractical. 

It would probably be a stretch to call any Shinazugawa particularly practical. You know his brother very well, his relationship with one of your friends has been something you’ve taken great pride in being able to watch and support. They adore one another. They’re safe and peaceful and happy and Genya smiles so often you wonder if his cheeks ever ache.

His brother on the other hand. Harder to read. Even harder to shake. He doesn’t glower in your direction anymore, not now. Unfortunately this means you are now always searching for deeper meaning in every glance he tosses your way. Was that a glimmer of something softer? One of those God forsaken rabbit holes you’d like to travel down to meet him beneath the surface and understand him better?

It’s hard to imagine a world where you’ll ever know. You gently push the heels of your palms against your eyes, exhaling loudly through your mouth. If this were your time you’d simply go out. Shake your ass. Scroll your phone. Do anything to distract you from the fear of falling in love with someone you doubt can ever possibly care as much about you in return.

“What are you doing out here?”

Assuming you’ve imagined his voice in your misguided lovesickness, you keep your hands pressed to your eyes and giggle, giving yourself a piteous little head shake. So delusional. You don’t hear footsteps or movement at all, just the same little breeze that tinkles the ornate wind chime above your head. 

“Well?”

The wooden slats of the porch creak and whine slightly, finally encouraging you to drop your hands and look around you, only to be met with Sanemi sinking down to sit beside you, legs dangling in the same way yours are. A surprised smile crosses your face. He fights a twitch of his own lips, resting his elbows on his thighs and leaning forward to create an illusion of some kind of distance between the two of you. 

“The better question is what are you doing here? Weren’t you off on a mission?”

He chuckles. It fills you with warmth even though you wrap your arms around yourself, gently rubbing your hands along your forearms. 

“Keepin’ track of me?” 

You scoff playfully, looking toward your lap to hide a smile but deciding last minute to just let him see it. To show him how happy he makes you by just being himself. Crass and rough and, in his own words, hard. You like him just the way he is, especially when the wind ruffles his messy hair and the moonlight illuminates his silhouette.

“Me?” You raise your eyebrows and point to yourself, still smiling at him, cheeks warm. “You wish. Word just travels fast when you hang out with the local gossips.”

You tilt your head backward, nodding toward the home you share with a dozen other women. They are not merely information peddlers although, admittedly, the thirteen of you have had more than one session of giggling and tittering over the happenings in the Hashira and Demon Slayer Corps as a whole. Dreamily wishing to find someone who loves each of you as much as Tanjiro loves the partner he has found in the second of your friends who was transported here alongside you. Theorizing about weddings and babies and spring breezes and the winter snows yet to come. 

There is some gentle ribbing about the shine you’ve taken to the Wind Hashira and the way you literally light up when he approaches you but you are good at playing it off as nothing, tossing away the talk with an easy smile while insisting that this is just how you are. The teasing happens often enough that you wonder if they know about his late night visits; if they’ve overheard despite the pains you’ve taken to keep your enjoyment of his company quiet and your encouragement of him to do the same. 

Did Ritsu mention him tonight knowing he’d eventually show up, leaving in a flash before you can even come down from the high of experiencing the things his body does for you?

“I wrapped things up early and figured I’d stop by before heading home.” Sanemi’s posture straightens out when he sits up to look at you fully, face turned. Wisteria colored eyes pour over your face, the fullness of your lips and your undone hair. “Wanted to see ya.” You wear a yukata that you purchased during a trip into the city with him a few months ago, loosely tied with one shoulder hanging lower than the other. His eyes land on your exposed collarbone and travel up the side of your neck, lingering on your lips while he scoots an inch closer.

“I might have missed you.” He mutters so quietly you know that it’s meant just for you and the heat in your cheeks makes its way down your neck, your chest and throat warming in response to the innuendo and weight of his gaze. 

Scrunching your nose again, you look away from him and shift where you sit, the sleeve of your yukata working further down your upper arm while keeping you barely covered. “You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them considering how often you complain about others doing it.” 

It’s easier for you to pretend he’s playing a game then it is to indulge that there may be truth to his words. He chuckles again from beside you, the tone as warm as the first time this evening despite your slippery attempts to pare down his words into tricky half lies.

“What makes you think I’m just saying it? When have I ever said shit to you senselessly?”

Answering a question with another question. The two of you probably know each other too well by this point if this keeps happening. You don’t have to answer one if you create another. Then another. You don’t ever have to take off the mask, another one perpetually beneath it even when your brows are knit together in pleasure and you softly mumble his name against his neck while he’s inside of you.

You have a feeling it’s sort of the same way for him even if he insists he hates pretense. For a quiet moment, you ponder exactly how to respond to him. You can’t outright say he isn’t being honest with no proof but you can play it off.

“You’ve said a lot of shit to me, Sanemi.” you joke. He tosses you a glance from the corner of his eye, not quite annoyed but enough that you understand that the poking isn’t going to work tonight. 

He slides his hand across the porch to gently grab yours, scarred thumb running along the length of each of your fingers as though he’s counting them, ensuring they’re still in place and precious. There’s no doubt he’s rough around the edges, amongst other things, but he values you enough to stop by after a mission to check on you. To talk to you. To not just fall into your bed like he did the first time, adrenaline pumping and still smeared with streaks of blood across his forearms and neck.

You received a few glances for the state of your futon after that one yet you managed to explain it away like you do everything else. It was an accident! You cut yourself while sharpening the small dagger you keep in your room! You started your period! Always explaining away instead of embracing conveniently placed truths in your lap. Sanemi Shinazugawa’s home with you isn’t solely made in your bed. It’s why the fear he will never feel the same terrifies you enough it keeps you up at night counting stars like petals on daisies and asking them if he loves you or loves you not.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that I like being around you?”

An honest question draws you out of your own mind. You feel one of your masks drop and don’t rush to replace it with another, simply shrugging. His hand slides up your arm to adjust your robe enough to keep you decent, a crooked finger pulling airy cotton over your upper arm and upper breast. Sanemi’s eyes remain locked on your face, his hands familiar enough with your body that he can adjust you without looking.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m afraid that if I let you stay you may not like what you find and will eventually leave.” He raises his brows, fighting off a smile. Perhaps you aren’t the only one letting a mask or two fall tonight. “I’ve been in you and sure fucking liked it,” he jokes and you giggle, gently patting the outside of his thigh. 

Things could be like this always, you consider. The two of you joking beneath the moon who laughs along with you, his hands on your body. Waking up next to him instead of ushering him out of the door as soon as your legs stop shaking for fear of being tied to him in people’s minds.

What if you just let it happen naturally instead of standing in your own way? 

Without taking the time to consider your movement, you lean toward him and gently kiss the exposed skin of his chest, above the scars that crisscross his torso. He wraps one arm around your hips and pulls you closer to him, bodies touching as close as they can without it being obscene.

“Do you wanna come in?” You ask him, lips halfway pressed against his chest.  He glances down at you and nods once, that same glimmer of fondness you have previously thought you imagined reflecting back at you when you meet his eyes. 

“Will you stay tonight?”

Sanemi’s face further softens and he nods again, not bothering to hide his smile this time. 

He lifts the sleeve of your robe over your shoulder, covering you entirely, and holds your hand as you stand up. Rising above him and planting your feet to help him up, the pair of you walk quietly into your adjoining room, careful not to alert anyone who may be looking on. You slide the door shut behind you, the wood gently snapping against the frame that cradles it, and pretend you don’t hear a giggle from the other side of the wall that indicates to you that one of your friends in the house knows what’s going on in your room.

But you’ll worry about that tomorrow. You reach to untie the knot at the waist of your robe while Sanemi closes in on you, cupping your chin and neck between scarred palms and kissing you with enough force you’re helpless to do a thing but kiss back.

Not that you’d want to do anything else.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀

hello everyone! i've finally decided to join the fics for gaza project! i'm not sure if anyone would be even interested in sponsoring a wip of mine and i'm a little preoccupied irl rn, but i want to try contributing a little after all.

below, i'm listing some of the fics i'm currently working on or plan/ want to work on. you have the option to sponsor a wip at the rate of $1 donation per 100 words. if you want to sponsor more that is very welcome but not necessary! see below the fics for more notes on the process.

updated: 16th september

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐒

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓

Needles(s) to say, I love you [Modern AU] : Piercer! Xiao x Reader

Everyone with piercings knows, you always come back for more; but this time you might have found a different reason to return again

estimated wc: ~3k

donated wc: 0/ 3,000

progress tracker: 0/ 3,000

Spider-Man AU: Childe x Reader

You’ve had a crush on Ajax basically since the first day of college. He’s funny and witty, surprisingly smart for his jock aesthetic and -let’s face it- very hot. All of which is contrasted by the way he fumbles through a conversation with you, an air of clumsy yet innocent charm about him. And then you’re walking home late at night. An arguably questionable decision that ends with you coming face to face with a criminal you’ve seen on tv before. But just as you’re contemplating your options, your heart leaping out of your chest, you’re being swooped up and into the strong chest of the uprising hero people have been whispering about in the hallways.

estimated wc: ~3k

donated wc: 0/ 3,000

progress tracker: 0/ 3,000

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

A Twisted Pokémon AU: Twisted Wonderland x Pokémon Crossover

Welcome to Night Raven College! The students gathered here have all been chosen for their outstanding talents where Pokémon are involved, be that battling, researching or developing useful gadgets. I can say with reasonable certainty they are the nation’s elite! But first things first, what would your name be?

estimated wc: ~10k (i'm being conservative with this)

donation goal: ~ 3k

donated wc: 1,000/ 3,000

progress tracker: 1,040/ 10,000

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!!

Isekai AU: Atsumu x Reader

“If she has to marry that stuck up prince, I will self-actualise into the novel and prevent it from happening,” is what you told your friend. When you wake up the next day, you find yourself in the comfortable bed of a royal -from the story! Turns out the plot did mean for the leading lady to end up with the arrogant prince and you have to let actions follow your words. Can you make good on your promise?

estimated wc: ~20k

donation goal: ~3k

donated wc: 0/3,000

progress tracker: 10,000/ 20,000

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀

Android Shouto AU: Shouto x Reader

An Android opening shop next to yours is not a cause for any kind of concern, even if this model does not appear to be of the typical mechanic series. It’s intriguing to say the least, especially when he does things you are sure are not part of his programming.

estimated wc: ~3k

donated wc: 500/ 3,000

progress tracker: 12.3k/ 12.3k

Barbarian Bakugo AU: Bakugo x Reader

Let this story serve as a cautionary tale for those who are so sure of themselves that they do not bother to check the path they’re treading on. Yes, not all those who wander the forest are lost, but some run the risk of becoming it.

estimated wc: ~3k

donation goal: 2k

donated wc: 0/ 2,000

progress tracker: 1,240/ 3,000

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

Rate $1 donation per 100 words, of course any extra is much appreciated but totally not necessary!

How to participate (readers):

Pick a fic you'd like to sponsor; you're also welcome to check out the other writers participating!

Send me an ask witht the wip you'd like to sponsor and a screenshot of your donation to any fund from this list or a (verified) charity of your choice.

Make sure your personal information is not contained within the screenshot you sent me, as I will be sending the proof of your donation to @ficsforgaza (please do not send the same proof to multiple authors); I won't publish your ask.

What I'll do:

I'll work on the fics to the best of my abilities (though I have irl responsibilities that need to be done too)

I'll log my progress towards the donation goal as soon as possible; if I haven't updated the donated wc in 3 days, you can remind me to do that.

I'll keep the liberty to upload the sponsored wips as I see fit. So I might not post the actual thing until the one-shot, chapter or project is completed (though ofc I will try my best to finish everything in a timely manner)

Further Notes:

If you have any questions towards the process or the wips, feel free to ask!

I've never done anything like this, so I'm learning as I go!

I tried to pick a handful of wips from different fandoms for variety. Though I certainly have so many more, these are the ones I could see myself working on/ am already working on.

For the higher word counts, I added a donation goal so it's less overwhelming!

Thank you in advance for your support!! Whether it’s by donating to me or other writers or spreading the word by reblogging or sharing the project with friends, it’s much appreciated!! <3

[starseungs]

writing for changbin soon <3 help me choose which wip to complete:

short fic (1-3k wc) — high society au, conglomerate heir!changbin, #3 on my skz as childhood friends to lovers series

long fic (10k+ wc) — modern isekai au, dating sim character!changbin, inspired by that one romance manhwa trope

[coffee-latte-sprite]

Parallel Mirrors

Masterlist

Soulmate!Older!Damian Wayne x Soulmate!fem!reader

WC: 3,500

Warnings: angst, fluff, violence, talk of whitewashing and misinformation

Request: I read your new jason fic and it was so good~~~ Particularly this type of au isekai (where we go to their world) is one of my favorites and I liked how you created the mission with tim and dick, so they found reader (and realized ishe wasn't from this world). I found it especially cute the way you wrote Jason, I'm not the person who asked but I was very happy reading

when your asks are open could you write a story like that with Older Damian? insegure Reader and goes to the dc universe and thinks everything is a dream and comments a little bit about how they are portrayed in our universe (I think damian would be mad about how whitewashing he is in the stories, especially if he had a good relationship with his mother, just like in wayne family adventures)

have a nice day or a good night (depends on when you read this kkkkk)

Notes: Aw, you’re so sweet, thank you! I hope you liked this as much as the jason fic :)

The tinny echo of barks and growls bounced through the kennel as it was accompanied by the sounds of children running from cage to cage, examining the dogs.

Y/N sat back and watched. She was hopeful an animal would be adopted into a loving home.

She had a bittersweet feeling touch her as the little boy went down on his knees as he watched in awe as the lab sniffed his face through the fence.

“Daddy! Daddy! I want this one!” The little boy yelled back to his father who was talking with one of Y/N’s coworkers.

His father smiled and came over to his son’s side.

“This one?” He asked softly as the lab jumped up and rattled the fence, wanting out.

“This one!” The little boy said as he looked happily up at his father.

“‘Kay sport, I’ll tell ‘em,” The father said as he walked out to the front desk to alert George, the manager.

Y/N gave a polite smile to the father as passed.

Y/N was happy Rainy was getting adopted. She loved the little lab to death, but she couldn’t adopt it as her apartment complex didn’t allow pets.

Which was truly criminal in her opinion.

“Hey, I heard you are adopting one of our best!” Y/N said enthusiastically to the little boy as he was trying to pet the black dog through the gate.

“Is he the best?” The boy asked her.

“She is.” Y/N said, making note of the dog’s gender.

“She’s a girl!” The boy asked in bewilderment.

Y/N laughed, “yep!”

“How do you take care of a girl?” The boy asked looking back to Rainy, who was still as equally ecstatic as before.

“The same way as a boy I guess.”

“Oh, that’s good.” The boy said as he was excited again.

“‘Kay, we gotta go now son. We'll pick up Rainy tomorrow.” The father said as he came back into the kennel hold.

The little boy groaned as he slinked to his father’s side.

“Nice meetin’ y’all, till next time.” The father said politely as he shook Y/N’s hand and any other coworker’s hand that was close to him.

Then, with a sad goodbye, the family left and closing time came upon the shelter.

===

Y/N was the last left in the kennel as she pushed dirt out of the shelter and made sure all of the dogs had water for the night.

She wiped her forehead as sweat dripped down the sides of her face. It was hard work cleaning up the kennel and checking on all of the dogs, but she enjoyed it.

Y/N did her last run-through of the dogs before she left for the night. Exhaustion was heavy in her shoulders as her eyes bounced from one cage to the next as her feet guided her to the last dog, Kai.

Kai was a stray that came into the shelter, not more than a week ago.

He was a rough mutt, but he was gentle once you got to know him. All that he had when he came to the shelter were scars and held in his mouth, was a Robin plushie.

Y/N prided herself in her knowledge of DC, but since Kai kept the plushie so close to him at all times, she couldn’t tell which Robin it was.

Kai never let the robin leave his side and never let anyone touch it, and that is why Y/N was standing in shock as she saw the little plushie on the other side of the cage as Kai was sleeping on his bed.

Y/N bit her lip as she wasn’t quite sure what she should do. She didn’t want to bother the pup, but she didn’t want him to wake up without his plushie.

She let out a frustrated sigh as she quietly opened the cage door and slithered into the cage silently and ungracefully.

She bit her lip harder to try and stop herself from breathing so hard as she stepped lightly to the stuffed toy. Her eyes were trained on the mutt as he didn’t stir in his sleep.

As soon as she got close enough to the toy, she bent down and picked it up. When she brought it up to the light, she noticed the small marking of the cape and suit.

It was Damian.

She let out a small gasp as she inspected the toy better. It had everything right about Damian, his hair length, the color of his cape, and most importantly his tan skin.

As she bounced the toy around her hands, she didn’t notice how the air shifted. The lights in the kennel seemed to buzz brighter and the sounds of the outside world became muffled.

Y/N didn’t take notice of the ghostly wave of mist that entered the kennel as it swirled around her feet, or the smell of stench as it turned the mist green.

But, when she did notice the changing atmosphere, it was too late as the roar of a cry and the sounds of metal clashing surrounded her and the mist suffocated her inside. As it disappeared, it left no trace that it was there as Y/N was gone.

The only evidence of something occurring that night was when the toy fell to the ground with a squeak.

Kai woke up from his nap and stretched as he went over to the plushie, picked it up, and then walked out of the open kennel door as he was never seen again.

===

Y/N groaned as she had a beating headache. It throbbed against her skull as her face was contorted into a grimace. She tried to feel around for her phone, but as she wound up empty, she started to panic.

She sat upright, to be only hit with another wave of nausea and pain.

This pain was quickly replaced with fear as she heard the terrifying roar of a large creature.

Her head snapped to the sound as she was hit with an unearthly smell.

She gagged as she brought the collar of her shirt over her nose. The smell went through the fabric, but something was better than nothing.

She gagged again as her eyes were finally starting to adjust to the dark atmosphere.

“Where am I?” She asked as she looked around, noticing that she was in a sewer.

As she tried to keep her heart and head from jumping off the deep end of fear, she tried to follow the “sidewalk” of the sewer to get to a ladder to climb out of this place.

As she jogged along the sidewalk, her hand tracing the slimly brick on her right to keep her aware of her surroundings, she heard the screams of the creature again.

She couldn’t tell if she was running towards the creature or away, but she continued on, terrified out of her mind.

She pushed her legs harder as she saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Hope reignited in her as quickly as it left because as soon as she got in ten feet in front of the ladder, a large green creature flew in front of her.

Its claws scraped against the concrete as its arms led up to his long snout of fangs and its skin had a scaly tint to it.

Y/N let out a scream as the creature growled and looked at her.

And as soon as she made eye contact with it, she recognized who it was.

Killer Croc.

She went through over 50 emotions in the span of 10 seconds as it got up to try and grab her.

She then turned around and ran as fast as she could.

This could not be happening to me!?

Is this happening?

No!

I am dreaming!

Oh god! Were those brownies laced with something? I knew Cathy-

Before she could finish her thoughts, the creature’s roar rumbled through the tunnels and she stopped to cover her ears as she felt they would explode.

The tunnels made everything echo 50x more and being so close to the source was painful.

“ROBIN!” Suddenly a deep voice yelled.

But before she could register the name, she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist and she was being flung to the other side of the tunnel.

She let out a yell as she felt her stomach flip in her body, and the musty air was being pulled deeper into her lungs.

Her feet then came in contact with the concrete ground and she stumbled away from whoever grabbed her.

“Are you alright?” A young voice asked.

She turned around to see THE boy wonder looking at her through the whites of his mask. His posture was hunched towards her and his body and height showed he was older in age.

Her mind tried to come up with an answer, but she only let out a yell as Killer Croc started to reach for them both.

“WATCH OUT!” She then grabbed the boy in front of her and they rolled out of the way. The claws of the creature created sparks against the sidewalk and the stench of his breath was horrible.

The croc tried to grab at them again, but before he could, a black cord wrapped around his body, trapping his arms to his body.

He let out a snarl as Batman swung through the tunnel towards them.

“Get her out of here, I can handle this!” Batman yelled to his son.

Robin nodded and turned back to the girl who was looking at everything with wide eyes. She seemed in disbelief and cautious.

Robin gave out his hand to her and she took it without a second thought.

“We need to get out of here.” He spoke sternly to her. His voice makes her snap back to reality and focus on his voice.

“Okay.”

===

Y/N was sitting on a bus bench as her leg bounced in anxiety. After Rovin dropped her off and went back to the fight, it had been eerily quiet.

She doesn’t understand what is going on.

She can’t tell if she was in a coma or hallucinating.

Or, she was stuck in a really good gag TV show.

Her friends were aware of her love for DC, especially for the youngest Robin, but she never thought her friends would set up this elaborate plan of humiliating her on national television.

Before she could dwell on these facts more, a voice broke the silence.

“Miss?” She stood up quickly and turned around to see the dynamic duo, both unharmed.

Then, following the presence of the duo, followed a stream of police cars as their sirens and red and blue lights bounced down the city streets.

“Yes?” She asked as her fists were wound tight at her sides. Her shoulders gave away how stressed and tense she was.

“May we inquire as to why you were located under the city in the middle of the night?” Robin asked as he watched her closely.

He wasn’t sure of her intentions as many citizens weren’t in the sewers at 9 o’clock at night.

“Um, actually, I don’t know. I woke up down--wait. Why am I telling you this?” She asked as she straightened out her answer. She felt the burn of anger at the back of her throat as she was mad at her friends for putting her through this.

“Excuse me?” Batman asked as he was now confused.

“Yeah, great gag and everything. Very realistic special effects and stuff down there. Also, awesome costumes, it looks like the comics, and you are finally cast correctly. I mean “Bruce” here is actually physically looking like he weighs the appropriate amount, and

“Damian” here is finally the correct skin color.” She surmised.

Robin and Batman stood in utter silence until Damian stepped forward threatening her, “how do you know who we are? Are you a spy?” He shouted at her.

She stepped back in surprise as she wasn’t prepared for this outburst. “Woah, how much are they paying you? Chill!” She said as she put up her hands in a surrendering stance.

Damian reached out and tried to put her hands down, but when his fingertips touched her wrist, a bright glow emitted from the contact, and they both winced at the contact.

Looking down at her wrist, she saw a tattoo, a katana, and each side of the blade held the wing of an animal. One side had an extended robin wing while the other had an extended bat wing.

Her eyes widened at the tattoo as it finished it glowing to show it conformed into a bracelet around her wrist.

It was beautiful and intricate.

She looked up to Robin as his eyes were trained on his hand. From his fingertips to his palm was a glowing tattoo, but his was different. On his fingers were stars and on his palm was a cosmos, but there was a slash through the middle that made it uneven.

Damian's mouth opened and closed many times as his mind was in shambles.

He just met his soulmate.

===

Damian observes his soulmate as she is sitting on the couch as her eyes bounce around the flames in the fireplace. A cup of warm tea in her hand and the steam wraps around her features.

Damian could not deny the fact that he thought her physical features were very admirable.

Meaning, he thought she was breathtaking.

After he got over his initial shock of finding his soulmate and finding out she was indeed harmless, and not a spy, he and his father brought her back to the manor.

The ride there was silent as she was quickly realizing that she was not on a television series and this was actually happening.

This was no joke or gag, everything before her was real.

And because she was having such a hard time accepting this fact, they did not share that she was Damian’s soulmate.

Bruce took some of her DNA, a spit sample, and a piece of her hair to the Batcave to test. He wanted to make sure that her atoms were not freaking out from the shift of realities and to make sure her vitals seemed fine.

He also did this to give his son and her some space to talk to each other.

Damian had not shared his thoughts about a soulmate to his family, but Bruce had heard from Clark, who was told by Jon, that Damian had given some thoughts of his soulmate. Damian had shared that he was not picky about his soulmate, as long as they could accept that he was an ex-assassin and son of Batman, then he would have no problems with his soulmate.

Damian watched as Y/N brought the tea to her lips and took a sip, followed by a smile, and then another sip.

“So, you have confessed to having some knowledge of this universe. Extensive knowledge of the past and future.” Damian said as he broke the silence.

His soulmate put her teacup down on the little plate that came with the cup and looked at him. “Yes, I know some stuff. The scandals, the rumors, and the facts.” She said with a smile.

Damian smirked, “Keep talking like that and they’ll take you for a reporter.”

“Journalist is more a proper term.” She pointed out.

“Of course,” He said with a slight head bow.

“Do you want to know anything about the future?” She asked him as she was willing to give information.

“I feel like that would be ill-advised, seeing from studies, knowing the future would alter the current state of things.” The boy speculated as he was beginning to walk closer to her. Her presence brought him serenity and drew him in.

“Well, since you don’t want to know, can I ask you something?” She asked as she put her cup on the inn table.

“Of course.”

“What is your relationship with your mother? The entire fandom, and your company, have been at war over this fact for decades.” She asked as she scooted closer to him.

“Well, my mother and I have a healthy mother-son relationship. We have deep respect for one another and are glad we have one another in each other’s lives.” He surmised to her as he sat down by her on the couch. As he brought his hands up to rest on his knees, his eyes caught his soul mark.

A comforting notion washed over him.

She cares.

“I knew it!” She shouted gleefully.

Damian smiled at her reaction.

“I also wanted to give you a little note too, in the comics and everything, you are whitewashed. . . a lot.” She said uneasily.

Damian gave a long pause. “What? Are you serious?” He bit the inside of his mouth as a bitter taste rose in his mouth.

“Yeah, sorry.” She said as she put a hand on his shoulder, “I really hate when the artists do that, or more like the colorists do that. The art is great, but the color is off.”

He gave a huff. “I am just glad that people, like you, understand what I am supposed to look like and are upset with that.”

“Yeah, we all have your back, Dames.” She said with a smile.

“Dames?” He asked with a raised brow.

She blushed as she realized she just called him a nickname. “Um, yeah, I thought it suited you.” She stressfully laughed.

“No, I like it.” He said gently as he followed her lips. A strong urge to make her feel his love for her already was threatening to pour out of him.

She looked away bashfully, and Damian coughed awkwardly.

“Can I ask what these marks are for? I didn't read anything about this in the comics.” She said as she examined what was around her wrist.

Damian blushed, “Oh, well, these marks appear on where your . . . soulmate touches you first.” He whispered.

Y/N nodded as she examined the tattoo more, but as the seconds went by, her face heated up quickly. “WHAT!” She yelled as she stood up abruptly.

“I am sorry-”

“-No, this is NOT happening! I am dreaming! This isn’t real!” She shouted as she distanced herself from Damian who was trying to walk after her.

“What? No, this is quite real.” He stressed back as he was trying to reach out to her gently. He didn’t mean to scare her off.

“No, you are not my soulmate! I am not good enough to be yours!” Her voice cracked as Damian stopped in his tracks.

“Why would you say something like that?” He asked spitefully.

“Why wouldn’t I? I am not pretty enough or smart enough to be your soulmate.” She said as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Damian’s heart broke. Damian didn’t believe in many things, but the things that he could control and understand. He thought he understood soulmates and how they are perfect for one another and once together, will heal with one another.

They wouldn’t feel like they were unworthy or unloveable once they meet their soulmate, but he was wrong.

And he felt terrible that he was the reason why his soulmate felt this low of herself.

“Stop right there. You are beautiful. Look at yourself right now. All I see is perfection in its finest lights.” He said as his hand creased her cheek and his fingertips traced down her side to her hip.

She wanted to pull away from him and call him a liar, but the way he stared deeply into her eyes, and how he was speaking with such ferocity about her, made her want more.

“You are also smart enough. You are smart enough to see through stereotypes and smart enough to appreciate the culture of others, like mine. You get upset when I am colored wrong and that shows passion. And, I love your passion.” He drawled out as his voice was barely audible.

Unknown to each other, they have been leaning closer and closer to one another. The midnight sky was the only witness to their confessions and the fire burned hotter as each of them wished to kiss the other.

They wanted to convey their emotions of budding love to each other, but both were unsure.

Then, Damian leaned closer, their lips barely touching, “may I?” He asked as his eyes were barely lidded.

“Please.” She whispered out.

And he did, he kissed her sweetly and deeply, and they felt their soulmarks burn into their skin.

But neither of them felt the pain, only the love.

They separated and they both held each other close.

“So is it true that you call yourself the best robin?” She asked teasingly.

Damian gave her another soft kiss, “It’s actually the “superior robin” beloved.”

And their laughter echoed through the room.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

i will (very respectfully) ask you for it

just a tiny crumb, only if possible,,, the prettiest pretty please 🙌✨❤

I respect you and your decision to ask for this off anon. This is the homebrewed fantasy AU (based off @boss-the-goofball's fantasy otome isekai prequel) featuring Demon Lord of Evil All for One and 'Bro, Seriously? This Guy?' Knight Torino.

in-universe context: AfO is a Demon Lord who fell off the radar a long time ago. He's passing as a human but the bulk of his divinity (really love religious terminology; I'm gonna be accused of blasphemy someday) is in the sword that Sorahiko agrees to carry/ferry to the 'vault'.

wc: 1,615 | rated: a mild m but i'm tagging as lemon for decency's sake

//

Ever since those loathsome paladins of One for All started dispelling the curses and cultic practices that All for One had embedded into the lands long ago, there was a distinct decline of zealots vying for his attention. Gone were the acolytes who dreamt of having him as a patron; exiled (if not summarily executed) were the cultists who praised his generosity and lavished him with their worship. The world had learned to treat All for One as taboo, and as useful as it was to be the unspoken embodiment of evil, it was also just that: unspoken. 

Unspoken, then unacknowledged. The consequence of being deliberately ignored (forgotten!) is his current reduced nature: he’s still more than a mortal, but he’s also become nearly as vulnerable as one.

“Are you testing me?” Torino demands. The hedge knight dogs All for One’s footsteps as All for One leads the way back to an old follower’s home. That follower is dead, but property is eternal, and All for One’s claim never fades.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe so you could get off on seeing your damn sword in action. Not that you could’ve seen much, considering your position in that mess was directly underneath a dogpile of idiots.” A brief pause, and then Torino says in resignation, “Except you didn’t have to see it.”

“I feel it all,” says All for One smugly. “You wield the blade well.”

“Oh, so you were getting off on it.”

“And there’s the romance of the whole encounter, gone,” he laments. Just as they reach the door, too! 

Located on the outskirts of the village, his old follower’s home is a rough-hewn hut surrounded by overgrown bushes. There is no light shining from within, no smoke exiting the mud-and-stone column protruding from the roof. Somewhere in the dirt, All for One can sense a buried idol that wards off any do-gooder’s attempt at arson.

All for One pushes at the wood, sweeping an arm out in a gesture for Torino to step in first.

“A real lightning bolt of attraction,” Torino says, dry, and instead of agreeably following All for One’s direction, he stops in front of his (well, it’s not locked in just yet, but All for One can seal this deal; the blade is just one aspect of several for Torino to truly become his champion) patron and tilts his head. Their eyes meet.

There’s blood on his face still, streaking up from a stubbled jaw and staining the arch of his nose. A few abrasions mar the overall visage, but overall…

All for One smiles. He’s always been partial to those who spilled blood for him.

“What are we doing here?”

“Resting,” he answers, innocent. “After all, we’ve made enemies among the villagers. You can’t pay for a room until they, hm, forget the beating you’ve delivered.”

Torino’s eyebrows draw together in a clear, if silent, curse. His thin mouth tightens into a bloodless line, and then he blows out a rough sigh. “The owner?”

“Long dead.”

“... Provisions?”

All for One blinks down at his knight. “You’re here.”

“Ah,” says Torino, sounding as though puzzle pieces have finally slotted into place. Whatever revelations have occurred in Torino’s head, they certainly haven’t come from All for One, who is now dearly wishing for that mental backdoor access. One step at a time, though. Torino’s only just promised to bear the sword to the vault.

If he plays his cards right, he can tempt Torino a little further down.

“It's a shelter from the elements,” he says.

“And only that,” Torino mocks.

“I offered you what I have. See what I’ve lost now?” All for One reaches for Torino’s forehead--an old habit--and deftly switches tracks to card the silver hair with his fingers. And Torino lets him. “All my tributes, my riches, oh, they all claimed it was going to be redistributed. But then they said it was cursed, and they hoarded it for themselves.”

“Because you parted with your gold so easily.”

“I made exchanges based on equal value.”

“So in your eyes, is this shelter worth my tender love and care?” Torino glances at the sparse interior--a hearth, a cobwebbed cauldron, a dusty bed with moth-eaten covers--and looks back at All for One with a challenging stare. The sting of his question fails to hurt, though. A part of All for One exults at the phrase ‘tender love and care.’

“Not alone,” says All for One slyly. “Why, you’ve been given the whole package, Sir Torino. The weapon, the house, and the god, all at your disposal.” With his hand at Torino’s nape, he draws him forward until their chests make contact, and All for One bends his own neck in order to give Torino a kiss.

Torino makes a noise, somehow startled in spite of all the signals having been sent his way. His hands go to grasp at All for One’s waist. He kisses back tentatively, then hungrily. As All for One pulls away for air, Torino takes the opportunity to urge him into the hut, kicking the door shut behind them.

“Air’s not as stale as I expected.”

“Mm,” he hums, distracted by the influx of power. It’s quick to recede, so All for One’s using it fast to make this living space more bearable. Cycling a sharp, cold breeze to kill any small, leggy intruders is the first item on his agenda.

“You’re doing something,” Torino realizes aloud, and he follows that profoundly redundant statement with an explorative trail of his mouth to All for One’s throat. Breathed against that flesh, Torino says, “Is it the action, or the intention?”

“It’s more fun when it’s both.” The deflection earns him teeth, almost immediately soothed by a tongue, and All for One clutches at Torino’s neck with a gasp. “Bed. Now.”

“What, you’re not going to fuss about the sheets?”

“Torino.”

“I don’t have supplies,” Torino says, a hint of warning entering his tone. “Give me more time in the next town, and maybe I’ll get away with more than a jar of salt.”

“If you’re following along,” All for One retorts, “then you can predict how I’ll fix it.”

The thing is, All for One thinks as he takes a step back, Torino does follow along. He’s grasped that worship isn’t just for ego’s sake. But if All for One spells it out, Torino will act contrary just to poke fun at the Demon Lord of Evil.

Closer to the bed. He thinks of undressing himself, but Torino’s pointed question holds true: All for One does want to fuss about the sheets. So instead he sits on top of the covers and watches Torino shuffle off his traveling gear: the boxy pack, the cloak, and the belts attached to the sheath of his blade. The boots come off one at a time, and after a moment, so does the top half of his outfit.

“You’re folding your clothes?”

“In the loosest of terms,” Torino says. The linens and the mail are rendered into neat squares sitting on top of the cloak; with no other way to delay the inevitable, Torino finally gives all his attention to All for One.

“Well?” All for One says, imperious in his invitation. He cocks his head and parts his legs.

“I gotta undress you too?”

“Perhaps passion could win out over propriety just this once,” he suggests.

Torino huffs out a laugh, but he approaches All for One without hesitation and climbs into the bed, carelessly tugging the Demon Lord of Evil to the center. For easier access, he rucks up the skirts of All for One’s robe.

“Hey, look at that. You do wear pants.”

“You’ll want to take my shoes off before that.”

The click of a tongue is hardly a reprimand, not when Torino so agreeably catches one of All for One’s legs and starts feeling for the seam where the hems were tucked into a road-worn boot. He drags a nail over the bunched fabric when he finds it, and is terribly gentle while pulling linen from leather.

It feels like worship, for all that Torino says no prayers.

All for One basks in it. His vision blurs slightly, going out of focus as Torino occupies himself with divesting All for One of his shoes and pants. The flow of power is only a trickle, and this mortal vessel can’t even hoard it, so he has to use it now. Priorities, priorities… definitely the bed first.

Using magic to mend and launder fabric would have earned his ridicule once, but it’s not as though All for One has the capacity to weave it anew just this second. He thinks longingly of the fine things lost from his castle: the furnishings, the meals, the painted-black plates of armor his armies donned to induce fear.

“Still here?”

With a start, All for One feels the cold air brush against bare skin. There are hands stroking up and down his legs, and Torino shuffles closer on his knees. Power licks through his veins like a dog slavering for its first meal of the day.

Half-dazed, he says, “Yes,” and, “More.”

“Greedy,” Torino accuses, and even though it’s not the vow of devotion that All for One starves for, it’s a shade closer to fondness than Torino would probably perish before admitting. His knight digs his fingers against the pliant flesh of All for One’s thighs, bites his throat hard enough to earn a gasping moan. “Selfish.”

“You’re here to please your god,” All for One manages. 

“Aren’t I,” says Torino, and he slides his mouth against All for One’s in a rough kiss.