#I'm just happy burying my head into it atm

[endlesscacophony]

WELP - I’ve fallen wholly and completely into Genshin.

#And with how honestly stressful this whole week has been? #I'm just happy burying my head into it atm #I WILL WRITE SOON I SWEAR #don't be surprised if genshin kiddos are added here in the future tbh #None will top Dimi and Syl lbh but #some additions #/stares at AT LEAST maybe diluc childe and thoma/ #i have a type what can i say #HEY I'VE ALSO FIGURED OUT THE CONTROLS SO I'VE BEEN ACTUALLY PLAYINGIT #LOOK AT ME GO #lololol #i'll still probably watch cutscenes bc that goes faster than my slow ass #I'm stuck at adventure level 17 atm and trying desperately to grind fucking ANYTHING #i've done so much #except that gotdamn dragonspire mountain #that shit sUCKS #liughliaeurg #anyway #i hope everyone is going okay #ily all #i'm avail via discord!!! #feel free to hmu #i just haven't had any spoons for writing this week despite my desperate attempts #◣ 𝘗𝘈𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘋 (𝘰𝘰𝘤)

[raitonsfw]

I always get so excited when a new account is made, I'm constantly on the hunt for sweet Nagito writing. Can I have sfw headcanons of Nagito with an s/o who loves baby-talking to him, and is into a little ageplay? (mommy dom). They're very verbally & physically affectionate and utterly love praising him (also love calling him pet names like precious, pretty, beautiful, baby boy, dove, angel, my hope, etc.). You can add nsfw hc if you want to, and as for gender, gender neutral (although, if you want a specific gender then female pls). Ofc, you don't have to write this if you don't want to. Thank you! 💗

synopsis: A requested variety piece of baby boy (sfw & nsfw) headcanons of Komaeda Nagito. 

warnings: (sfw); pet names, gift giving, compliments, pining, cuddling, a bit of insecurity regarding his talent. (nsfw); pet names, blowjob, begging, desperation, praising, mommy kink.

a/n: i do apologize, it’s not necessarily ageplay, except for the nsfw bit. i tried to incorporate it into the sfw section but my brain turned off on me haha. but i do hope you enjoy it nonetheless! i love writing his character sm, he’s literally my main hyperfixation character in danganronpa atm. wc: 1.2k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear & @firefly-graphics

𝚜𝚏𝚠

~ nagito’s absolutely obsessed with you, like he’ll bring you little gifts from the beach he found to give to you (like a penguin), and he’ll present them to you with a grin on his face waiting for you to accept the treasures (this time, a white conch shell) which you do with open palms, a soft praise dripping from the corners of your mouth, ‘it’s beautiful just like you’ or ‘it matches the rays of hope you speak of, my love’; he’s so lucky to have you.

~ sometimes he wonders how you were so well made for him, nothing seemed to phase you, as well as his talent which didn’t even come close to touching you, not even remotely smothering you with bad luck; it was like you were an angel sent for him from the depths of his hell. 

~ you never thought anything of it, just happy to finally have found someone that you could shower with affections and affirmations because God knows he needs that constantly, with his belittling self-esteem. 

~ you tend to watch over him in every way you can, because due to his luck cycles, he can get hurt from the slightest thing, like that time he tripped over a rock and scraped his knee or that other time when you yanked a little too hard on his precious hair as you brushed it out for him, cooing a tiny ‘sorry, my little dove, it won’t happen again’ into his ear as you soothed his pain, and he’d grin up at you in thanks with that aloof smile you fell in love with.

~ he was your baby boy, you couldn’t bear to be away from him for too long, just like him who would sulk around whenever he wasn’t with you, wanting nothing more than to be held by you– cuddled in your embrace with a blanket wrapped around the both of you. 

~ he wanted nothing but your doting kisses upon his flushed cheeks, wanted nothing but your sweet muses whispered into his ear, telling him that he’s enough, wanted nothing but you next to him, always and forever. 

“Nagito love, you’re doing just fine.” 

“I don’t feel like I am.” 

You kissed the top of his forehead, letting his head fall more into your chest and he pouted up at you, promptly asking for a kiss, which of course you obliged happily. “My darling, don’t think too much about it.” 

He huffed into your shoulder, burying his face there. You threaded your fingers into his hair, playing with the tangles that intertwined the locks and you hummed to yourself as you felt him relax underneath your touch. He loved your touch, the stress seemed to melt away from the crevices of his mind whenever you were around him, taking care of him with a soft expression on your face. 

“I’m here for you always, you’re my hope after all.” You reminded him, your voice firm with affection. The viscosity of the word had flown in all directions as he talked about it for hours on end. It was so enchanting to you and you delivered it back to him on multiple occasions, my hope. The first time you said it to him, he nearly bawled from how delighted he was to be called something so jovial.

“Will you still be here when my luck falters?” He asked with a curious tone, looking back up at you and you captured him into an endearing kiss. He returned it, holding onto your waist in a tight embrace. You traced imprints into his skin, tiny hearts and squiggles drew from your fingertips and he welcomed it with contentment. 

“Always and forever.”

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~ when he’s not being doted upon in the midst of public, it’s brought to the bedroom, the intimacy still holding strong when you make him lay on the bed with the quiet phrase, ‘on your back for me pretty’ and he has to try so hard not to get too excited, but the poor thing’s harder than you could ever imagine. 

~ ‘mommy’ll rid your clothes, okay? No need to do anything yourself, gonna take good care of you.’

~ nagito’s whole demeanor breaks, like he basically short circuits as you slide off his clothes with nimble hands, nothing but the cool air hitting his skin and the utter warmth of your breath sinking down onto him. he’s resting by the near edge of the bed now, his knees pressed up against your cheeks as you take good care of him, whilst whiney ‘mommy’s’ are flowing from his mouth, the only time he ever really gasps for breath. 

~ he’s also fond of your appraisal in bed, perhaps even more than you think. he’ll beg for the way your fingers wrap around him all to hear ‘such a good boy’ when he moans out in hazed pleasure, seeking more and more with every desperate thrust into your hand. 

~ when he cums, it’s quick, he always cums so fast when he’s with you, like its too much for him to take, but you always coax him through it, the intimacy pouring from you lets him know that you enjoy this too, enjoy watching him fall apart, enjoy being his caretaker in the darkest of nights and the brightest of days, enjoy being his mommy praising the angel that he is-

~ and you sometimes have to calm him down, from the sheer intensity of his excitement, he tends to behave more like an insolent child who wants more candy. he’d plead for you to kiss him, touch him all over, praise him, need him, need him more than anything else, and you’d do everything he asked of you; because he’s your baby boy and how could you ever say no? 

His thighs pressed into your cheeks as he grinded into your mouth unintentionally, the warmth getting to him. Nagito just couldn’t stop moving and you huffed out a bit from your nostrils, pulling away from his cock that had been nestled deep. 

“Baby boy, please stop moving for me.” You asked politely, rubbing his outer thigh with a free hand. You rested the other against his waist, rubbing circles in order to soothe him as he twitched against you. “You’re doing so well for me, but you have to stop squirming.” 

“M’ sorry.” The words came out of his mouth quicker than you expected, flowing with desperation and apologeticness. “I’ll be good, I promise.” 

You took him back in your mouth and his fingers clutched the loose strands of your hair, pulling with fervor. You moaned around him and he bucked up in the heat of your mouth again, a quiet whine hitching in the back of his throat. You pulled off slightly, but as you did, you heard Nagito plea and his hands trembled in your hair. 

“Please, no! I’ll be good, don’t stop please, please-” He panted out, pushing your head down slightly and you pinched his thigh with a wistful groan. “I’m so close, please mommy…”

How could you say no when he was so close, so far gone, you surely could give him what he begged for, couldn’t you? You sank further your mouth onto his cock, tongue lapping at the base and he came instantly, a string of whimpers flying from his mouth.

You couldn’t praise him then but when he came down from his high, you were sure to shower him with love with ‘such a good boy for me’ spilling from your lips as you wiped off his cum from them. 

#𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 •┈••✦ #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 ✧ #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x you #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #nagito x you #nagito x y/n #komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #danganronpa smut #komaeda smut #nagito smut #fem reader #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

[frostbitebakery]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

I got tagged by the lovely @thejediandthemandalorian thank you 💜💜💜

1.) How many works do you have on ao3

15

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

147,444 words

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

"Writing" is such a strong word. Codywan is the one that inspires me the most at the moment to the point I want to add little backstories.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

I Got My Head Checked

Outtakes of IGMHC

Art for IGMHC

black

Codywan Art and Hubris

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to!! When someone is kind enough to leave a reaction, I should thank them at the very least! Excuse Number 1: I get overwhelmed easily. Excuse Number 2: Especially with long or thoughtful comments, when I answer those I feel like that's the end of that interaction and I don't want that to end

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's gotta be one of the Mood Color Panties that ended with an emotional cliffhanger...

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhhhh in terms of happy ending to fic setting ratio? Probably the MCU/Snowpiercer crossover that ends somewhat like the movie wherein they discover that not everything on the outside world is dead and gone.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet? *crosses fingers*

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have written smut. With BDSM and lingerie. But I don't feel the smut groove anymore. Once in a while I do like to dabble in erotica when drawing though

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've officially written one (1) crossover of MCU/Snowpiercer. Unofficially, I've chucked words at friends about The Covenant/Fantastic Four where Johnny Storm and Chase Collins are roommates for whatever reason and Chase is trying to close a portal to Hell and fighting off demons while Johnny is oblivious to it all until his Lucky Charms are gone.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. Plenty of art got stolen though.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yus! A smutty stucky one-shot got translated into Russian

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Does The Unlucky Ones count??? I just wanted spoopy Cody but I can't not do backstory for AUs, so my mind is churning out the lore. Then @adiduck was like, “hey, I have some ideas for TUO, how about--“ and then I buried her in the sandbox. The only bits I wrote (with Adi's blessing) are the snippets on the artworks. She is writing the fic while we both excitedly yell at each other.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Just one???? All of them have a special place

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't have any fic WIPs atm

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh quite a lot of people pointed out that my pacing is good, and some people like my humor! Thank you <3

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm too rushed. And like, a whole lot of technical stuff I don't know.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it. It can add a lot of things to the characters, plot, or setting. What I personally don't like if the words in another language are in italics.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Weiß Kreuz. It's in German and the forum it was posted on is long gone. There's an FMA fic on ff.net still. You won't find that one either.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I Got My Head Checked :D It started as a naive "lolol what would I want Sithywan to look like? just the once", grew to "But listen, Glimmer, it would be so funny if Sithywan is like "I need a week" as his estimation for how long he needs for Cody to spill every secret ever to him, and it ends with Sithywan just getting up in the cell like he's never been injured/tortured at all and going like "Thank you, that's all I need" like some method acting Black Widow type, but internally starting his journey of “omfg I want him carnally and emotionally””, and then it spiraled into 75k words with more catharsis for me as a person than should be possible. And a greenhouse. More IGMHC trivia!!

Oban Ouaine, Qui-Gon's Cody's Venator, is Gaelic for little green bay. I wanted a connection of Qui-Gon and his fandom plants. And I thought Oban Ouaine sounds a little bit like Obi-Wan

the original plan was that the whole Venator is like a jungle with plants everywhere. @elwenyere brought up "they have a greenhouse?" and I ran with that instead, not knowing it would turn into a central stage for hope and healing for the characters

TAG YOU'RE IT: @adiduck @elwenyere @ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing @meebles @merlyn-bane @wrennette @lttrsfrmlnrrgby and anyone who wants to bc this was fun!

#writer faq meme #long post

[sidekick-hero]

Hi! Thanks for the tag 💖 I'm on a teeny writing break atm, sooooo I might not get to mine until next week, but I'll be sure to tag you when I do! 😊

I'm going to politely tell you to go work on some of your Summer Exchange Fic for WIP Wednesday (even though I'm EATING UPPP 'Ending of Beginning')

Oh, that's a smart idea! I feel like I should take one of those as well at some point. But I'm looking forward to see your next work whenever you get back to it 💜

And because I am very thankful for any motivation sent my way to work on my summer exchange fic, have some more End of Beginning as a thank you!

With a heavy sigh, he takes a big gulp of his beer to give himself some time to think about his next words. "You know, it's not that I'm not happy about it. I mean, I know how big this is, I really do, and I'm grateful for it. It's just..." he still stumbles over his words, no matter how much he tries to think about what to say before he speaks. "God, it probably sounds super dumb when I say it out loud, but I feel like this is all a big misunderstanding. That they meant someone else, just a typo or some other mistake, and they meant to call another guy. And the moment I show up there for my first day they realize it and look at me with pity before asking me to go home because clearly there was a mistake and... and..." Steve groans and buries his face in his hands, his voice muffled but horrified as he adds, "Oh God, I just dumped this all on you, I am so sorry." A hand circles his wrist, pulling him out of his spiral. It's warm and calloused, its grip surprisingly gentle. "Hey, man. Steve. It's okay. I asked, didn't I? I wanted to hear what was on your mind." Steve slowly lifts his head from his hands and is met with soft brown eyes and an encouraging smile. "There he is." Steve feels an answering smile tug at his lips, however tentative.

Make me write 🙏🥰 (I'm just switching this to a long WIP Weekend)

#steddie #steddie fanfic #wip wednesday #wip weekend #my writing #funnily enough end of beginning is just playing on my playlist as I send this #A SIGN!

[capricornlevi]

jean picks the movie

jean kirstein x gn!reader - fluff, v mild nsfw (mdni !), wc ~900

"I hate this fucking movie," you mutter, voice muffled by the fabric of Jean's sweatshirt as you bury your face into the nook of his shoulder. "And I hate you for making me watch it."

Jean laughs, and it makes you even more annoyed despite the fact that you're the one looking to him for a bit of comfort and levity.

"Babe, we agreed-"

"I agreed to a horror movie, not the most psychologically scarring thing I've ever seen in my life."

You draw out the last word for emphasis before lifting your head back up, lolling it back against the couch and keeping your eyes closed.

You hate the cliché of watching a horror movie on date night and clutching at your boyfriend for reassurance. Firstly, it's overdone. Secondly (and thirdly), you don't find horror movies all that scary, and you don't think Jean needs the ego boost of being seen as a 'protector' of any description.

Especially since you're the one who ends up reassuring him that 'based on a true story' pretty much always means a wild exaggeration of some old anecdote.

But this time ... maybe it's the lack of sleep from studying for finals, maybe it's the howling wind and rain pelting against your door, or something else ... this time, the movie is utterly horrifying to you and you only.

"Jesus Christ," you burst out at the abrupt sound of a jumpscare. "How did it survive that?"

"It's a horror-"

"I know it's a horror," you snap back, letting out a shaky whine when you hear the tell-tale music indicating that another fictional death is imminent. "This is just way worse than I imagined."

"I think it only has like forty percent on Rotten Tomatoes," Jean offers, as if that provides you with any comfort whatsoever.

"Not helpful."

Jean laughs again, and you fold your arms in frustration.

"Stop enjoying this," you say without much conviction.

"It's no big deal," he replies with a grin, "it's just nice to not be the coward for once."

"'Coward' is a harsh word."

"Applies here, though," he interrupts pointedly, referring more to himself than you. "Wanna watch something else?"

You smile then, in spite of everything.

Jean has always been open about being a worrier. He might carry himself with self-assuredness, but you know him well enough to know that he is concerned about pretty much every conceivable outcome of every decision he's ever made.

He jokes about it, in his little self-deprecating way. You don't want to add to the teasing because it's something that's so quintessentially Jean, you can't imagine using it as a way to make fun of him.

Jean worries about his choice of degree, and whether it will give him the best possible career opportunities.

Jean worries about the car payment he missed three years ago when he mistakenly withdrew too much from an ATM.

Jean worries about what movie to pick for date night, and so he'll research it online first to weigh up his options.

Jean worries about global warming.

Jean worries about you, too, though he plays it off well - he's not overbearing, but he's concerned for your well-being and happiness.

His offer to change the movie without making a big deal about it ... he knows where to draw the line when it comes to your comfort zone. It's stupidly endearing.

"Turning it off is a sign of quitting," you say light-heartedly. "Plus, I want to see if that guy with the blue hair actually lives."

From the way Jean's eyes slide to look at you, you guess that he doesn't.

"I don't know, it's kinda boring," Jean pipes up with admirable conviction. He wouldn't make the best actor, but he's trying. "Plus I saw a review that kinda spoiled the whole thing, so, y'know, I'm not pushed."

Oh, Jean. He's so very not subtle in his attempts to make you feel better, but you love him for it.

"I don't know, isn't it sort of cliché to chicken out of watching a horror movie?" you inquire, shifting your legs to rest over his so you can look at him. He lifts his hand and rests it on your thigh, stroking the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts. It makes your skin prickle and you feel hot, hot all over.

"Maybe," he muses, aware of the response he's eliciting. "I could say something more cliché though, if that would make you feel better?"

"What is it?"

He bridges the gap between you, capturing your lips with his. You melt underneath him, able to completely ignore the noises of the long-forgotten movie playing in the background. It's so familiar and welcome having been with Jean for as long as you have, but his touch still makes you feel electric. Your head clears of all worries.

Just then, just as the keens are starting to spill from your lips against his, he brings his other hand to your nape while still stroking your thigh, and you're a goner.

You want to complain when he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips as he leaves just an inch or two of distance between you, but he shuts down your objections instantly.

"Wanna head to my room instead?"

#jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #may tries to write #maybe someday i'll do a 'reader picks the movie' version idk!

[forget-me]

Through sickness and in health.

You coughed as you went back to your home, you've haven't been feeling well all day as you worked. Even food made you nauseous, the smell alone made you want to gag.

You didn't feel the energy to even be at your computer, just wanted to lay down for as long as possible.

You wished you were well enough to call Micah but you just didn't have it in you today.

*ding*

A notification "from Micah: How was your day angel?"

You reached as you considered even texting him back at the moment. You did really miss him, it's been over a month since his first vist. It's a weird space at this moment as you two aren't REALLY dating but you were exclusive. I was waiting to still feel the air, everyday I grow more and more sure of him. Of Micah being a great boyfriend.

"Hey! Yeah my day just ended, but I don't feel well atm. :<"

"Oh. What's wrong my angel????? Did you take the day off??"

You did not, you thought you would feel much better as the day went on but alas you pushed yourself through another shift.

It was worse than usual, maybe you should have taken the day off.

"naurrrr, I thought I would feel better but ofc that didn't happen >:["

"Awe angel you need to take care of yourself, or I'll do it for you ;)"

"Don't even say that I could be doing better but I'll just make the most of it"

"That's is nope I'm omw"

Omg no he isn't

"BE READDDYYY"

Holy shit this guy-

*ding*

"BTW I also ordered you soup until I get there. Taking a private jet to get there sooner"

What the actual fuck.

This guy gets a private jet so he can get to you, because you are sick.

I hate Micah, I hate him so much. If you could hack a plane you would just so he didn't spend any more money than he needed too.

-------

It's gotten worse, it's so much worse than it needed to be. You couldn't really breath out your nose as it was too stuffy, no matter how many times you blow your nose into tissues your mouth is the only oxygen you are getting for now.

You head is pounding. It feels like bricks are constantly being smacked against your forehead. No medication you took has kicked in or maybe it's just not helping, the soup arrived but you didn't even have the strength to eat it.

It sits on your night stand as it gets colder.

You sit in front of your TV with the brightness down to distract your self somehow. It's been over 4 hours and you just waiting for Micah to get here, I hate how he flew to me for this, but you loved that he was gonna be at least in the same room as you. To see him would be enough to make you less miserable.

You missed him. You hate how you miss him. You miss him so much so begin to cry a little into your plushie, a mix of emotions rise up.

Was it because you were sick? Or maybe everything just hit you like a truck.

You wanted to be with Micah every day, to hang out with him in person. To come home to Micah after work. That would be enough.

"knock, knock~"

You jolt your head up as you jump out of bed to get the door.

As you whip it open you lose your balance, triping on your own two feet.

Micah caught you with I his arms,

"wooahhh ok ok settle down angel-"

You feel his warmth as you bring his closer into a hug, it was so safe and comfortable. He was here with you, YOU of all people. You were so happy he was there. Deep down you always wanted him here next to you. You bury your face into his chest and cry. More like a sob if anyone heard it, you hear his heart beat as it speeds up.

He wraps his arms around you and rubs your back in a comforting manner. You let tears fall as he places his chin at the crown of your head.

After your crying stopped he came in as he laid you back into your bed.

"I missed you. More than I say" you whisper, it was hard to communicate what the feeling was.

"I missed you too angel."

"You came all this way for me?"

"Anything for you, I would have hiked here if you needed me"

He put his hand on your cheek. You snuggled into as you placed your hand over his to keep it there. His hands were warm, a save heaven. A fire on a snowy day.

"I bought you some of my own homemade soup! Glad I did"

He gestured to the cold soup on the night stand. Micah continued.

"I also brought some meds of my own, thus should keep the stuffy nose away. This one does wonders for head aches, oh and this one is to help you sleep."

You look at your phone for the time.

"ONE AM?!?!?"

"Sshhhhh, angel please don't stress your self, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get here but I won't leave until you are better than ever."

"..your gonna stay?"

"Yes, well as long as you want me here." He kisses your hand.

"..stay..stay forever"

Micah is frozen, he stares aimlessly at you. Uh oh, you said the wrong thing. It just slipped out. You weren't really thinking about what you were saying.

Oh no, he thinks your weird. You sat up quickly.

"Ahaha never mind for get it, I didn't mean it just, omg I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking-"

"Ok angel"

"What"

you stopped, your heart dropped. What did he mean "ok"?

"I'll stay, forever." He was kneeled down beside the bed, still holding the hand he kissed, which so happened to be your left hand.

"I waaassss gonna give you this a later but I think you should have it now"

He fumbled to get inside his jacket pocket. He pulled out a blue velvet box.

"What-"

"Hey hey-" Micah started." You don't have to accept this right now but it feels right to give this to you know angel"

He opened the box. It was the cutest ring. It was angel themed with Two wings connecting the band together. Your nickname he gave you.

"This is a promise ring, sadly not an engaging ring but this will hold its place until I get one, you don't have to say yes to marriage yet. BUT it would be you saying yes to me, to me being your boyfriend. It would be you saying yes to us."

"Micah..."

You were speechless, you just stared at him. Signaling him to finish.

"So, I humble ask you my leige, will you be my partner? Through sickness and in health." We winked, you laughed as you nodded.

"Yes, god I hate you." You say through a laugh, you loved the way the ring looked on your ring finger.

"Its a lovely place holder, thank you." you lovingly say.

"I saw it and knew you just had to have it."

"Thank you Micah Yujin. "

"Of course angel, the world for you" as he kissed your hand once more.

#error143 #fanfic #micah yujin #dating sim #visual novel

[kim-ruzek]

What Hollyoaks storylines and characters are you enjoying?

Honestly, at the moment, since we got the new show runners and it's been a few months of them properly settling in, I'd say I'm enjoying nearly everything and everyone.

But saying that, I do have my favourites:

Firstly: Sienna. I adore Sienna, and I pretty much like everything she does (even honestly the story lines that cause me pain because they're so unfair to her because Anna Passey plays it sooo well) but I am particularly enjoying this story line atm. Which is nice, since the last story line of hers I properly enjoyed was the start of her and Ste's friendship/the burying a body one (and the one I proper enjoyed before that was her teacher story line so that was already really refreshing).

But I'm ngl, I adore Sienna and I adore any and all Sienna and her sisters content. Liberty and Sienna are my fave siblings in the whole show honestly, and I've really missed Lib. And honestly, at first I was Not A Fan of Dilly being a secret daughter of Patrick's because I already wasn't a Dilly fan, I didn't like how the new show runners pivoted and changed the Harcourt story line (still the most baffling thing) and I absolutely did not think it would be done good AT ALL but damn I have been absolutely loving it. Especially because Hollyoaks isn't washing over just how awful Patrick was, which was a worry of mine as Hollyoaks isn't always great when it comes to Sienna's past.

I especially enjoyed how it's led to some great Sienna and Maxine scenes because I also adore them two, and led to a Sienna and Minnie scene, because yet again, I'm an utter softie for big sister Sienna.

I've also enjoyed the little ethenna scenes we've gotten, although jfc I am SO done with Ethan right now, because he's a fucking idiot who has a saviour complex. I love him, and I do adore Ethenna as a ship but my god I've just wanted to slap Ethan these past few days.

Secondly: James and Ste. James (alongside Sienna) is my most favourite character and both of them make it on to my all time favourites list across all fandoms honestly, but yet again, some of his story lines can be a hit or miss for me. But like I'm a softie for sister sienna, I am an absolute softie for Dad!James and Husband!James.

I hated the whole Lucas / James story line last year and honestly I came very close to quitting the show but everything has just been SO good since. I don't love how Romeo was threatened into pleading guilty because it was literally self-defense and the only thing he was guilty of was obscuring the course of justice, but I have enjoyed seeing Dad!James in action. And Romeo is my soft boy, I love him so much.

I also just love seeing this more mature James. I mean he's still very much James, y'know the man who has Romeo said always has to be the smartest person in the room, but he's been so mature recently. Like him going to Leah's counseling session? ugh. And also I just love the insanity of him framing a man for the manslaughter of Ella like no one can deny he goes HARD for the people he loves.

Which brings me to Ste. I have a soft spot for Ste in general, although I have hated him at times (Ste in his harry era, imo, was the worst and yes that's over abusive ste and far-right ste because at least then he was still compelling as a character to hate, whereas harry era ste was just such a mess and very uncompelling honestly) and I've really enjoyed him these past couple of years.

But my god, nowhere NEARLY as much as I'm enjoying him right now. This story line, while still in it's infancy, is already SO SO good and I'm enjoying this darker story line for him.

Thirdly: the osbournes. I'm very much enjoying their collective story lines right now, although not because they're fun or I'm happy with the characters but because it's just a really interesting story line. I hate what they're doing to Jack, but I like the divide it's caused.

I must say before this, Frankie was really doing my fucking head in, and she still is to a degree, but this has definitely made her more compelling. However, I am down to my last nerve with JJ, which is pretty funny since before, I was more okay with JJ and now it's the opposite.

I also like the divide that's formed between Darren's sons: his biological one, and his adopted one because I think that'll be really interesting going forward.

I also bloody adore how Suzanne is trying so hard to get between Dancy and every time it backfires on her so spectacularly.

Fourth: Lucas. I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with this story line, which I will get into in a moment, but ignoring all my hate with it, I honestly adore it. I was so unsure about his recasting (although I did love that he is literally a mini Ste and Leah is a mini Amy it's so cute) and then all the James stuff, but him being soft but moody and pouty over Dillon and confused, it's just so.... yeah, I'm enjoying it and he plays it SO Well.

Although I am low-key pissed at Dillon, like you KNOW the guy is struggling with his sexuality, he finally reaches out and he's late, yes, but this is the FIRST time lucas has proper reached out in a way that'll move them forward in whatever this is between them and Dillon immediately sleeps with Freya.

and finally; Cleo. Cleo is literally one of my ultimate faves and having her back on my screen has made me SO SO happy and I'm enjoying everything we've had already so much. Although I am once again BEGGING hollyoaks to let my girl have a healthy non-manipulative relationship like please. I mean I love that she hasn't, because it's honestly in character depending the abuse she suffered growing up, but she just deserves a break.

I also love how they dealt with the whole Joel/Cleo/Leela thing (except when Joel decided to conviently forget HE was the one who seeked Cleo out and that she was doing everything to NOT go near Joel after finding out how serious him and Leela were) because it wasn't just an ex coming back into town, it was his soulmate and it's not just some girl he's now with, it's the mother of his step son and future child - two very big things Joel WOULD be conflicted over. And while I'm still hoping for more Joel/Cleo stuff in the future because I'm an absolute bitch for them, I am glad he 'chose' Leela and the baby (although mad at him for proposing outside of the McQueen's like what the hell??)

Yeah, so that's like all the MAJOR stuff I am enjoying at the moment, but I am enjoying so much more and hollyoaks in general right now.

The only story lines/characters I hate currently are Warren and John Paul. I mean I'm not a fan, obviously, of Carter but it's a compelling story line even if I hate it but god John Paul is pissing me off. He KNOWS the man has practiced conversion therapy, and maybe I could reason with JP not calling the cops and believing him when he said he stopped, but like. That's if Carter was just another person, working at some office. But he's literally the HEAD TEACHER of a school, who will inevitably meet vulnerable queer teens. He literally has the ethical and legal obligation to report this.

And JP has heard Nancy's concerns for this thing he's doing? And that doesn't make JP say, hm, maybe I should alert the authorities? Nope! Even more when, yes, so JP doesn't suspect Lucas is gay, but he knows Lucas is in this course and he knows Lucas' dad is gay and like for godsake Lucas was his bloody step son! Like he doesn't even need to out Carter in order to report him so there's not even that as an issue.

I won't get into all the reasons I'm pissed off at Warren because that would literally take all day. ALTHOUGH saying that, I am very much enjoying Mercy's twins being both his and Felix', something I called before we even knew they were twins for sure.

Thank you for asking!! This got long but I do really, truly, enjoy Hollyoaks, my utter trash show, and apparently I can talk and talk and talk about it! Feel free to always come ask me questions.

#ree's asks #thank you for asking!!! #hollyoaks #apparently I'm committing to my love of this trash in 2024

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Thursday, January 25th, 2024!

12:49pm my brain feels so burnt out, it's difficult not to just return to bad habits. My body is tired and stress is wrecking my physical being. My back hurts, legs hurt, neck tension and headaches. Owch

Need to find better things to focus my little energy on. Things that feed me, I am very empty, like there's a hole at the bottom of me where everything leaks out. Old is bad, new is better. I want to stop going back to old, bad, tired situations. Nothing in the past changes. New is good.

Lots of just being in my own head, I want to get back to reality. I think that will help me not feel so floaty.

1:22pm omg I just realized my bad bitch playlist is public on Spotify and 6 ppl saved it?? Omg who are you guys and can we be friends what that just blew my mind and made my day how?? What?? I love it

3:24pm Reactive abuse is so real. I have to remember that I am NOT to blame for this shit. I actually didn't DO ANYTHING TO HIM WTF fuck him, he hasn't changed and only serves to prove me right and as a reminder again and again. I feel like he has moments where he'll admit this, or agree with me, but I think it's just breadcrumbing. Yeah so one day he says it's not my fault at all then the next day yeah it is kinda my fault like which one is it 😑 Rip but I know what I'm dealing with. The only reason I'm sad is bc the situation is so fucked up, it's more like grieving than actually being sad sad. It's just like damn wtf. I know I can pullllll when I want to though haha the issue is I just don't want to right now 🤭😁

I think I do need to get help for my depression/ anxiety though bc I don't want it to snowball into something so much harder to come back from. At least I'm aware of the issue, it's just deep rooted in me atm.

9:56pm Sat next to two of my bff's at the TB Lightening game tonight! Learned that there's 3 periods in hockey (I thought there was four) and the fights are REAL not like fake wrestling but the refs just stand there for too long and let them duke it out lmao?? I love my friends :)

Being happy lately results in me literally crying it's like feeling pure joy with no "waiting for the shoe to drop" :) I think I'm crying bc of relief? Grieving the fact that I was not happy for so long so I'm crying? Crying bc for example I've missed out on the past two years of these bc I didn't want to buy 2 tickets and for whatever reason.... It wouldn't work out or he would just be so embarrassing to me... Then it's going alone and ppl asking why he's not there?? It has been too much anxiety >> benefits in the past, but not anymore ❤️ I'm changing for the better. I miss the old me so much, but I know I'll love the new me even more.

Also yeah whatever technically some things were probably my "fault" bc of my anxiety...... But a partner who actually takes time to know you would be able to identify that or at least question the possibility that anxiety is a factor in decision making. But his actions/ emotional abuse >>>> way more impactful than just my social anxiety (plus I literally had the social anxiety for good reason if I can't take you anywhere without you smelling like weed and texting other girls while we're out).... Yeah I'm not fucking crazy, but I do need self-help. The intrusive thoughts are a lot still. They'll dull with time, even if it takes years I have a good feeling they will become submerged and buried under all the good memories I'll make. It's honestly already starting to happen if you ask me. I'm so ready for my birthday, what a new chapter I love it ❤️

11:45pm Went ahead and deleted the emails. He did not respond to me today so it's all moot point. He's abusive and idc if he doesn't know now and idc if he never figures it out. He's one out of 8 billion people on this planet and he needs to stay in the past. His loss I'm literally awesome af future doctor baddie and he's fucking retarded scrub bum byeeeee. Good way to end the evening ❤️

[pixyys]

basicalllly~ my idea was that, when Lumine(or well, the traveler, ill just go with Lumine), Paimon and Guoba!reader are traveling, there was already previous instances where reader just.. wandered off, so Lumine basically has reader on a leash at this point. When the trio are heading towards Liyue, stopping to camp by a in ruins village to rest up before making the rest of the trip. Reader ends up wandering away, in the morning, reader is gone, the two worry, looking everywhere for reader, "maybe they went to Zhongli!?" Paimon squeals after nearly an hour of not being able to find the living doll, so they quickly pack up but not without leaving a note, just incase reader comes back. They head to Liyue, now on a mission to find their friend, but reader /isnt/ with Zhongli!! or Xingiu either, Zhongli offers to help find reader, and when they (lumine, paimon and zhongli) head back to the campsite, they decide to search the ruined village, it was raided of nearly everything, Paimon swears up and down that all there was was junk in the houses! but theres a few bangs and crashes, after pushes the old rickety door open, they find reader in a pile of wood, flipping their arms n legs, in a tantrum like manner. I'm assuming gouba!reader can't talk and t&p have their own language with reader. Lumine tries to pick reader up but reader struggles out of her grasp and runs away towards another room, the trio chase them, and find a bedroom.. or what seemed to be left of it, there was books everywhere, half opened, some ripped to shreds, the bed broken and obviously was once nested in by an animal long ago but against a wall was a painting, of a young regal human, reader is sitting in front of it, shaking, as if crying even though the doll couldn't, paimon floats to the ground, sitting besides reader, "is everything okay, [name]?" all reader does is point towards the portrait, theres a long pause, "is that.. you?" Lumine asks, and reader only nods solemnly, before flopping to the ground, seemingly giving up on their elongated life in this toy, anNNNNNNNNNNNND thats all i really have,,, for N O W 😏 but basically in my brain, cause im a slut for happy endings, reader does turn back somehow, and has to learn how to use their human body again, and maybe zhongli and reader fall in love, THE END. <3

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING YOU'RE SUCH A GENIUS????? i'm soo sorry my reply took so long. i'm basically having a field day with this😩 hope you don't mind me continuing and altering some things ehe

+ school is burying me alive atm rip🤡

tho if you DO end up writing this up/ have more brainrots, i hope you won't mind tagging me👀

of mortals and deities.

context. zhongli x guoba!reader.

whereas you're in the brink of your existence, and zhongli has to take drastic measures.

warnings. grammatical errors, messy writing, kind of angst, longpost, lowercase.

disclaimer. original prompt belongs to @/tamayakii

when you (reader) wander off one day, you don't have any destination in mind. but it just so happens that you come across a ruined village, which is somehow tugging at your conscience that you end up wandering in.

the moment lumine, paimon and zhongli managed to find you, it was too late. the ruined village is indeed your old home and is the place where you got cursed. it evokes memories. at first, the memories feel invigorating; like when you are listening to zhongli's stories or reading xingqiu's books. but then, the influx of memories is getting too overwhelming, too familiar, too nostalgic. from a sense of familiarity, comes a feeling of melancholy, then regret. regret upon witnessing what you used to have; what you used to be; human. you broke down in anguish and anger. anger for the god that has cursed you, for your helplessness, for your fate.

the faces of your companions, who you held close to heart are starting to blur into those of unrecognizable individuals.

you feel like you're losing yourself.

zhongli is guilty. he feels as such, and he truly is. because it's partly his fault that a malevolent god was left to roam free; hurting one of his people. because he is the rex lapis. because he can't-should have not let any common folks suffer.

he had tried fixing everything, anything. yet, not even the mighty power a prime adeptus can defy erosion; the will of time; the will of celestia.

one could only hope the idle talk over evening tea and reminiscences of age-old tales would be enough to at least provide you more time, a little more time. a couple of stories every day, one tea session every evening. that much at least, zhongli can do.

he has seen how brilliant your mind is. how you drop unintentionally shrewd responses at his tales, your excited remarks, the twinkle in your eyes when he brought up stories of lands far away.

he loathed that. as if celestia is not satisfied enough, he is bestowed -cursed- by the ability to understand your speech when others can not.

"look now," he would imagine the skies say.

"that is the brilliant mind which will be reduced to nothing but a mindless creature; a bright-eyed, hopeful, and wanderlust young human into nothing but a non-sentient beast."

"all that, nothing but of your fault."

and suddenly the tea that evening felt too bitter, and your favorite storyteller won't meet you in the eye.

on one leisure afternoon, during the idle time of wangsheng funeral parlor's working hours, zhongli's mind drifted. he really, truly cannot let the same mistake pass by; another deity wronging a mortal. the fate which the young girl of bubu pharmacy has to live in is unfortunate enough. it is nothing but a product of adepti carelessness.

"humans are such frail beings," he would thought.

perhaps.. he shall use a portion of his powers to grant you a few more years, a little bit more time, a little stability.

perhaps.. it will be enough to give you a little more time to accompany the traveler and see tevyat, to live on the dream you've always liked to tell him.

he was the rex lapis, but he is the prime adeptus. he can do anything.

right?

not to halt the will of erosion, but at least to grant you some, if not a little more time.

zhongli shook his head. he is in no place to take favor on one mortal. deities should be impartial. they are no longer to meddle in mortal affairs, lest they take everything to the worse. this is the exact reason he abdicated from his throne as an archon.

he kept telling himself that, but doubt can evade any heart, ones of mortals and deities alike.

a sudden ruckus stomping its way to his office cut his daydream short.

if it wasn't from the floating fairy's agitated face; or the traveler's unpleasant countenance, he would have greeted them with a fond smile

"[name] is missing!"

so he didn't.

is this it?

he frowns.

is this the day?

erosion- time is a cruel thing. he didn't even get the chance to say goodbye.

there they found you, hidden in an old rickety house of a ruined village; anxious and mad, desperate.

when you broke down in front of the portrait, zhongli's heart shattered.

as he had imagined, the portrait- your portrait- shows a bright-eyed, hopeful, and wanderlust, young human. eyes promising a great and bright future.

beautiful.

humans are so frail and short-lived, but that is what makes their life beautiful. something that you were robbed of.

zhongli's trance was short-lived as a sudden shift creeps in the air. you've gone silent, an eerie miasma surrounding your body.

when you turned, it was not your eyes that he saw. not the button-like eyes that seemed to twinkle every time he recites the story of his old days. it was dull, dark, nothing.

lumine let out a strangled, gasping voice, promptly summoning her sword. beside her, the floating fairy was as white as sheet, as if witnessing the death of a friend.

but zhongli knows better. you have yet to make any move. there is a conflict brewing in your mind, and zhongli leaves no room for hesitation.

"we have to kill them."

and so the vortex vanquisher glints against the glow of the moon.

nooo, it's not the end haha, i have no intention to end up things like this.

here's what actually happened:

what zhongli had first thought was you finally getting eroded, is not actually you getting eroded!

erosion means having your soul worn down (i think?) and it can be understood as losing one's memories and losing oneself. on the other hand, you are remembering things instead of forgetting things when you go to the ruined village.

it's just that the influx of memories was too much, as it was also the place where you got cursed by the malevolent god.

taking advantage of you being consumed by anguish, the manifestation of the malevolent god's hatred possessed you. hence the weird miasmas circling you. therefore, it wasn't erosion (yet hehe). but rather, it was possession.

yes. our local malevolent god, even now long dead and is nothing but a manifestation, is still up to no good smh.

when zhongli said "we have to kill them," it's actually about the manifestation which possessed you, not you.

lol tbh that manifestation is not very smart. what're they gonna do with that doll as a vessel huh? punch people with those fluffy arms?

going back to the topic, yakshas are originally the ones tasked to eliminate manifestations of old gods' hatred. i think that zhongli, despite not being part of the yakshas, is still the prime adeptus and would know what to do.

it was kind of a tough fight. since if something went wrong, not only the manifestation is destroyed, but also your soul.

zhongli and traveler pulled it off in the end, but your soul is in such a weakened state that you might as well just fade out of existence even before getting eroded :((

so zhongli finally bites the bullet and shares a portion of his powers with you. (i believe he has done the same to azdaha in an attempt to halt his erosion. but it didn't work)

you now possess a fraction of adepti powers and live on. all this time, you had been alone. unlike qiqi who has baizhu or shenhe who has cloud retainer. so now that you acquire adepti powers, you will most likely be under zhongli under zhongli's tutelage, or another adepti's. (does that make sense? i hope so)

the vessel for your soul is still the doll since your mortal body is not even there anymore ever since you've been cursed. however, in time, you might be able to utilize your newly acquired adepti powers to change your form. (much like how zhongli does. at one point, he even took a form of a lady.)

utilizing adepti powers is one thing. but actually using the now newly acquired human body is another thing.

you haven't been human for a very long time, so you would have to learn how to use your human body.

and there you have it! you, with some pieces of training (maybe from xiao? ganyu? other adepti?), can now turn back to human :d come to think of it, some theories say that xiao is in his human form. his real form is something along the lines of a bird-beast? the one depicted by his tattoo. (he'll be a perfect teacher hehe)

edit: it's not theories, it is explained in the developer's notes that xiao merely takes a human form. special thanks to @/thetwinkims for the correction!

now now, we have our favorite xiansheng here to teach you (👀👀//j)

maybe, for the time being, you will stay at liyue until you're stable and proficient enough in actually maintaining your human form. before that, sometimes the human you just poofs out and there will only be the plain old mangled doll (still cute though). once that is settled, you can go for your adventure across tevyat!

though that means goodbye for the traveler and paimon when they finally move out to another region :" but don't worry! you will catch up.. somehow

in the meantime, when you're strong enough, maybe zhongli will recommend you to the teahouse you both frequent to work as a waiter/waitress so that you can get the hang of your human body, hear stories and such to keep you from being eroded and earn some money.

you will most likely stay with zhongli for the time being.. yeah

the rest is history, something might or might not happen between you and the consultant ;)

end notes.

i think zhongli is very protective of his people, much more so of the people close to him. in canon, he personally went from house to house in liyue to get rid of some sea creature infestation -while getting seafood trauma along the way- and told traveler to bring remedies for xiao.

i said in the original post that guoba can understand you. in the moon chase event, zhongli and xiao are shown to be able to understand guoba. so in that case, i'll say that zhongli, xiao, and other adepti can understand you too.

you can't talk in human speech -at least until you turn back to human- and your sentience somewhat slips in and out with erosion coming closer and closer in the horizon. but when that's not happening, you can still think and process information like humans do, like what you once were. you technically still are, but still. that's why you can still process and respond to zhongli's stories.

#aaa this is so long #zhongli might be ooc in this i tried🥲 #tamayakii thank you so much for the idea i'm having a blast with this😩😩😩 #bless your brilliant mind i really hope you'll win ayato 50/50 bc raiden + ayato would be soo op #genshin scenario #genshin impact #traveler #lumine #zhongli x reader #guoba reader #genshin au #angst #with a happy ending :) #genshin x reader #genshin fic #zhongli x reader au #xiao #[mail] #[original work]

[lmanburgbeloved]

Saw requests were open and thoughts why not

Could I please have a Cc!Dream x reader where he is taking care of a sick reader just some fluff to help me out since I’m v sick atm from a Covid shot

hi! i’m so sorry you’re sick, i hope this helps even if just a little bit :]

also i didnt know if you meant romantic or platonic so if you wanted platonic just lmk and i’ll write a new one!

cc!dream x gn!reader

word count: 1k

summary: Dream takes care of you when you get sick from the vaccine with a side of saying i love you for the first time

warnings: small amounts of swearing, talks of a shot, illness, use of Dream’s real name

"you look like shit" he states while looking you over and handing you the blanket, the dramatic gasp you let out before you put your hand to your heart made him smile "i mean that in a good way" it sounded more like a question than a reassurance, and before you could answer he walked over to where you were laying down, wel, you’re in that position that's in between sitting and laying down, you have a lot of pillows behind you, he decided on sitting at where your feet were, so you pulled your legs forward a bit to make room for the tall man.

"how're you feeling?" it was quieter than how he previously spoke but still loud enough that it was easily heard, looking around for your phone that was somewhere either on his bed or his nightstand you spoke up "i mean, my arm hurts really bad, feels like i got punched really hard in that spot, my nose is all stuffy, and over all i just feel ill," finally finding your phone made you bring your arms to your chest and shake them in excitement "oh i also get hot and cold flashes, those are annoying" petting the blanket that's on your legs you continue "this blanket is helping me through this cold flash though, thank you love" his grin was huge, a slight blush on his cheeks also appearing, he decided to crawl in the bed next to you on the right, arm going around your waist and burying his face into the area in between your collar bone and neck "i can't believe you still make me get so shy over a pet name" his chest rumbled from the laugh that left his lips after, you squeeze him tighter while smiling, leaving a kiss on the top of his head made him continue his thought process 

"i love you" he said without thinking, no other thought except that he loves you. "did you just say it?" he lifted his head and looked at you confused "say what?" your head falls back with a small short chuckle leaving your lips, pausing you look up at the roof, he continues to look at you with utter confusion, but wanting to make the situation change course he cracks a joke "is that vaccine getting to your head?" you now have a soft smile on your face which made him stare in admiration and wonder "i love you too" a few seconds went by before you looked back at his face, his mouth was slightly open and now scanning your face almost like he is looking for any sign that you're joking.

"holy shit" he breathes out, you then nod "holy shit indeed" he then repeated the three words but this time with your name after "i love you too Clay" and you guys said that exact exchange over and over a few times before you changed the subject "i do love you, and i'm very happy we've finally said the words, but i am very tired from feeling ill that i'd just like to cuddle until i fall asleep" 

he rolled over a bit and opened his arms wide waiting for you to scoot over and bury your face in this chest, which you then did.

laying there is calming, it’s like looking at a beach when the sun is setting, the pinks and oranges looking absolutely gorgeous, but in your mind, Clay is way more enticing, his dark blonde hair, those green eyes that always look at you with love and kindness that no one else has looked at you with, those light freckles that adorn his face, those long eyelashes that seem to just come with boys, yet Clay makes them more beautiful.

“you know you’re my favorite person, right?” how did he always have great timing when it came to being romantic? it seems like every time you’re thinking of him here comes the boy saying or texting you something to make your heart melt and your brain short circuit.

you pull him closer to you, “you’re mine too” his chest rumbled causing your head to shake side to side lightly from his laugh “you do know i can barely hear you when your face is pressed into my chest, right?” you pulled your head back a bit so he could hear you when you spoke the same words again, a kiss was placed on the top of your head, it was sweet, there he goes with making the atmosphere calm again.

it didn’t take long for you to drift off into sleep, he was stroking your hair, humming the song you both always sing when cooking together, his other hand running up and down along your shoulder blades, sometimes even rubbing your sore arm to relieve the pain from the shot.

he eventually had to get up to stream with Sapnap and George since he promised he’d do it, but when getting up he made sure to be as careful as possible, he felt you were hot when he got up so he turned on the fan in his room, pointing it right toward you, and pulling the blanket down a bit off your shoulders.

he came back to cuddle again an hour later, also falling asleep, his head resting on yours and soft snores sounded through the room.

overall he did an amazing job at taking care of you, and he made sure to let you know he’d do it again if you ever needed it, his exact words when you thanked him being

“my love, i’d do this again in a heartbeat if you needed me to”

#dream x gn!reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #dream #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #x reader #fluff #sick reader

[jt-artsandfics]

Request!! I'd love to see some mushy hurt/comfort with Fujin or with Shang Tsung 🥺 (also this is my first time ever sending a writing request to anyone because I'm always too nervous to ask for stuff lol)

Ahhh I'm so honored that I'm the first one you have asked and I will do my best for them. So sorry for taking so long. I had to have a break from writing for a little but I do hope you enjoy it. So since I'm going thought a hell of a time with hives atm I'm gonna do something along those lines for this becuase I want some self indulgences.

Fujin

The itching and the pain is starting to become unbearable. Moving hurt just as much at this point. So laying in bed is the best you can do at this moment.

Movement can be heard outside the door as their eyes flick to it. Fujin strolls in to see his lover wrapped up in layers of blankets. "Sweet Heart, how are you feeling" he ask taking a seat on the bed.

He rest his hand over their forehead soft glowing eyes focusing on his lover. "Feel awful babe, everything itches and hurts and I'm just so tired" they mumble.

Fujin gives a sad smile to them. "Can I get you anything?, I don't really know what I can do to help" he says hand softly running thought thier hair.

"Hot god sex would be great" they joke smiling to him. Fujin shakes his head smiling lightly. "Let me rephrase that, can I get you anything to eat or drink?, Darling" he chuckles.

"Egg rolls?, just anything really. I'd be happy with sushi too" they mumble again. Fujin smiles as he leans down and kisses them gently.

"I'll go get something for you, get some more rest up little leaf." He says moving to make his way out of the room.

Nearly half an hour later there is a lightly knock on the door wakes them. They grumble lightly head turning to the door as it opens to reveal the God of wind. He quickly makes his way over the the bed where be places it gentle down.

"Sweet one, wake up I have you some food" he whispers. His lovers tired eyes open to meet his pale glowing ones.

"What time is is Fu?" They ask lightly as he gives them a soft kiss on the lips. "It's just been half an hour, but it's time for you to eat. Here" he says lightly placing the tray on their lap.

They eat quietly together. Occasionally feeding each other, Fujin relaxes the tension in his shoulders slowly leaving.

He's happy to know that his lover isn't put off by food to much. "Sweet one, I think it's time we both go for a bath." He says with a small smile. They groan at the offer.

"Noooo... water hurts to much, it makes my skin burn" they whine, he shakes his head as he slowly lifts them up into his arms.

"Baby, put me down" the say as he begins walking with them. "In sorry little leaf but you haven't had one in three days, it most likely isn't helping your skin not having a one" he says.

Fujin helped his lover strip of their clothing and helped them into the hot water. They lay back in the hot water eyes closed as they get used to the feeling of it.

Fujin is quick to discard his clothing and join them in the warm water. His hair cascades down his back into the water as he make this way over to them.

He gentle wraps his arms around their waist holding them close as they both enjoy the silence of the room and the warmth of the water and each other.

Shang Tsung

Shang tsung had found his lover passed out in the shower. The water was cold and their body was naked laying on the floor.

He is quick to rush up to them. Worry weaving it's way into his mind as he presses a hand to their head then to their throat and chest.

"Beloved!" The worry is now in his voice as he pulls their unconscious form into his arms. Their name comes off his lips as he rushes thought the manly halls until he gets to where he wish it be.

He is gentle as he places them down on the bed not wishing to hurt them. His beloved almost looks like glass to him, something so fragile and delicate but so beautiful and breath taking.

"Darling, I need you to wake up" he whispers the shutter in his voice is not something he is used to. He runs his painted nails thought their hair as he gentle pats their face.

"Beloved, sweet heart please wake up, I need to make sure you don't have a concussion" he says it more to himself then any one, his can see the small movement behind their eyes lids before they lazily open.

So much worry leaves him the moment their eyes land on him. "Shang?, where... where am I" there's confusion in their voice as they go to sit up, only to be held down.

"Forgive me stardust, I need to make sure you are not concussed. I do not need to have more grey hair again due to worry." He says his eyes watching theirs as he moves his finger infront of their face.

He checks multiple times over little things as they smile at him. He almost goes to do a round three of checking as their hand comes up to his chest and fingers fold into the soft fabric of his clothing.

His lover pulls him down into a bruising kiss, the other hand tangling in his hair as they pull him closer. He sighs a hand moving to cradle his lovers face as the other pulls them closer from the back.

They stay like this for a little basking in each others embrace. Shang is the first to break the silence. "Please, just let me fuss over you tonight, you scared me my dear" he whispers agaisnt their ear.

"I'm sorry Shang I just kinda fell asleep in the shower. I guess I should have been sleeping more" they say back burying their head into his chest. A small smile works it's way onto his lips.

"They by all means beloved get some sleep" he says, arms rest tightly aroudn them as he pulls them to lay co agaisnt him.

"Sleep dear one"

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #fujin mortal kombat #mortal kombat #mortal kombat shang tsung #Fujin #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #mk shang tsung #mk11 fujin #fujin x reader

[the-pen-pot]

Hi, hi, hello! I know you said you are writing Teenwolf, but where is it? Or is it just in Patreon? I would love to read your take on Stiles and Derek. Have happy Sunday!

Hi Anon!

Ohhh, thank you for taking an interest in my Teen Wolf Sterek fic ♥ It's actually in the drafting stages atm, because it's going to be a long (when do I write anything that's not long?) slow burn, Nogitsune vanquishing, Spark!Stiles one. I'm basically holding off starting to post it until I'm done with my weekly updates of Merlin fic, Sorcerer's Bane, which has about another 10 chapters to go.

That said: Here, have a draft of Chapter One (About 4000 words)

Hidden In The Echoes: Chapter One

The lines around his dad's eyes looked like they were drawn in ink, almost as deep as the brackets around his mouth and the creases on his forehead. In the shift and slide of the street-lights, he was a haggard comic-book sketch: a man reduced to his outlines. His dad might not speak about his feelings much, but he didn't hide them, either. They were there for the world to see: fear, guilt, misery...

Grief.

He thought the same thing that killed Stiles' mom years ago had returned to claim Stiles himself: a genetic time-bomb that had finally exploded inside his brain, the rotting herald of a slow and ugly death.

Was being possessed by a fox-demon that fed on chaos, strife and pain better than that, or worse?

Stiles shook his head, his lips parted around aborted words as he skimmed his hand along the restraint of the seat-belt. It crushed his ribs, making each breath feel like a struggle, or perhaps that was just the knot of panic that had tied a noose around his throat. His neck still hurt from where Deaton had pressed the needle into his flesh, filling his veins with whatever gross concoction he had made to drive the Nogitsune out.

It would be back.

He bit his lip, ignoring the flash of tinny flavor across his tongue. His hands twisted into knots in his lap, and he picked at a hangnail before counting his fingers, idly checking the lines that charted the palms of his hands. It had taken ages to wash Scott's blood off. It seeped everywhere, like a stain he could not remove. Even now, he wasn't sure he got it all. He kept picturing it: his knuckles bleached white around the hilt of the sword and the tendons in his arms picked out in sharp relief as he twisted.

A thin gasp caught in his chest, and Stiles swallowed the burn of bile in the back of his throat. The Nogitsune might have pushed him back in his head, burying him in oblivion, but it made sure to share those particular memories. It wrote a recollection of pressure and strength in Stiles' muscles: the resistance and sudden give of flesh parting beneath the blade as he'd pushed it through Scott's body. The smell: hot, wet copper. The hitched, shattered gasps of Scott's pained breaths.

Deaton might have pushed out the Nogitsune for now, but it made sure to leave its mark.

'You sure about this?'

His dad's voice jerked him from his thoughts, and he realized that the car had pulled to a stop. The gates to Eichen House gleamed in the pool of the headlights. Raindrops fell like static: flashing white in the darkness, echoing the odd, empty hiss of Stiles' mind. He wasn't sure of anything much, right now, but this? It was all he had. The one idea that might at least keep everyone safe.

'Yeah.'

His dad's hands tightened around the steering wheel, making the plastic squeak beneath his grip. For a moment, he stared through the windshield, his gaze focused on something far beyond the steady sweep of the wipers. His jaw shifted, a muscle ticking in his cheek. Stiles stared at the patch of hair his dad had missed shaving, watching it glitter in the weak light: committing the details of him to memory.

The engine died with quiet whine, and the seat-belt hissed as it slithered over his chest. He didn't breathe any easier for being free of it. Panic, then. The tight, hard twist of fear at what the next hours and days might bring. Nothing good, he suspected.

His fingers felt cold and numb around the car's door handle. He could not remember the last time he had been properly warm. Not that it mattered. The latch clunked as he pulled it open and eased himself upright, ignoring the clammy caress of the damp air around him. The pavement gleamed underfoot. He stared at the streetlamp’s reflections that danced in their rippled surfaces like will-o'-the-wisps, fae and unnatural.

Heh, supernatural.

Not for the first time, he wished he could go back in time to last year and tell his stupid, sixteen-year-old self to just stay out of the fucking woods that night. To grow up and stow his curiosity, just for once.

Too late for that now, though. Looking for Laura Hale's dead body had been the first step on a journey that led him here, to a cold stretch of sidewalk and a looming pair of black gates. They looked like they belonged on a prison. In some ways, he supposed that was precisely what this place was. Eichen was a mental institution, and there were bound to be patients in there that they didn't want getting out.

The growl of an engine made him glance over his shoulder, his heart twisting hard in his chest as he spotted the single headlamp sweeping towards them: Scott on his motorbike. He barely pulled to a stop before jumping from the saddle, tugging off his helmet and striding towards them. For one moment, Stiles thought that Scott wouldn't stop, that he'd bull his way forward and bundle him into an embrace the same as he'd done a hundred times before.

As if the phantom of a blood-drenched sword did not span the space between them. As if it had not been Stiles' hands wrapped around the hilt.

At the last minute, Scott stopped, no more than an arm's length away. Easy stabbing distance, Stiles thought, hollow-headed and trying to stifle the subtle shivers that marched up and down his skin. That was Scotty, trusting to the bone. He didn't care that, less than twenty-four hours ago, Stiles had been bleeding him out in Deaton's office. He didn't care about bombs at the Sheriff's department and an arrow in Coach's gut. Scott didn't look at him and see the Nogitsune, or even its vessel.

He just saw Stiles: best friend for more years than either of them cared to count.

'Why didn't you tell me?'

Stiles wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eyes, an outlet for the flinch he felt ripple through him. He hadn't told Scott about this plan because he knew he would try and talk him out of it. He loved Scott like a brother, but the guy was an optimist. He thought there was a happy, perfect solution to every problem, and in his mind the problem of Stiles clearly had no place in Eichen House.

'We wanted to avoid a situation like this,' his dad replied, his voice soft but firm. He stretched out one hand, pacifying, soothing – strong in a hundred ways Stiles knew his dad didn't feel right now. He had never overstepped the bounds of Scott's asshole absent father, but he'd always treated him like part of the family. There was trust there; always had been.

'It's only seventy-two hours,' Stiles added, twisting his fingers around the straps of his backpack. He tried to straighten his shoulders, to project that confidence that he knew Scott always sought in him, but he didn't have the strength. He hadn't for a while, if he was honest. He had stabbed Scott in the belly, but it was Stiles who hunched around a gut-wound no one could see – an ache beneath his navel that spilled cold through every inch of him.

Scott shifted his weight, his right hand reaching out for Stiles before falling back to his side. He glanced at Eichen's gates, his top lip curling back. There was no flash of fang; he had his 'Wolf under control, but he still eyed the place with deep distrust. 'Barrow was here, growing a tumor full of black flies.' He turned to Stiles' dad, shaking his head. 'For all we know, this – all this –' He waved a hand towards Stiles. '–started right here. You don't know everything yet.'

Stiles' dad sighed, a wrung out, thin sound, as if he were struggling to hold himself together. The rain collecting on his hair, crowning him in droplets that fell to his collar as he cuffed a hand through it. 'Kitsune, Oni, Nogitsune... I know enough. I also know I saw an MRI of Stiles' head that looked exactly like my wife's, and it terrifies me. I'm heading out of town tomorrow to see a specialist.'

'But why are you leaving him in here?'

'He's not.' Stiles shifted his weight, torn between bracing himself against his dad, who was trying so hard not to shake at his side – to bundle him back into the car and drive away from this place – and Scott, whose tight voice pulsed like a sob in his throat. 'It's my choice. I can't hurt you if I'm in here. I can't hurt any of you, and the people in there probably have enough stuff to keep the worst of whatever is happening to me under control. And if they don't?' He shrugged, not bothering to apologize for the strangers he might be putting in danger with his presence. 'At least I'm not out here.'

'I can't help you if you're locked away in there.' Scott jabbed a finger towards the building, and Stiles' heart ached to see how his friend's arm shook, the nails on his hands sharpening to hint at claws as his control faltered. 'Deaton's got some ideas. Peter and Derek are searching every book they can find. Allison and her dad are calling people –'

'–And you'll find something.' Stiles tried to force a smile onto his mouth, to drink the optimism Kool-Aid, if only to make Scott feel better, but he knew it didn't work. How could it, when he didn't believe for a moment they would discover a way to get him out of this mess? 'You'll find something, Scott, but if you don't?' He licked his lips, glancing at his dad before leaning closer and dropping his voice, praying his dad wouldn't hear him. He might suspect what Stiles was thinking, but he didn't have to know.

'If you can't, then you make sure I never get out.'

'Stiles –' Scott shut his eyes as if he were rejecting every word he said, but he knew him better than that. Scott might believe the best about everyone and everything, but he would never, ever let Stiles down. Not even in this. 'We'll find something, okay? I promise.' Scott's hand curved over his shoulder, squeezing like he wanted to carve his vow into Stiles' very bones.

Stiles bowed his head, offering a nod. His neck felt like cracked granite, crumbling beneath the strain, but he had to give Scott something to ease the hollow, haunted look in his dark eyes and make this farewell easier to bear for them both.

'Come on,' he murmured, turning to his dad and tilting his head towards the gate. His finger ached as he jammed the button to announce their arrival. The buzz of acknowledgement droned in his ears like a swarm of insects, clattering and plague-ridden. Stiles tightened his grip on his rucksack, forcing himself to put one foot in front of the other as the gate clanged shut behind him.

Antiseptic's sharp perfume stung his nose as he stepped through the heavy wooden doors, taking in the reception with the skim of his gaze. Terracotta and black tiles spanned the floor, gleaming beneath wet footprints, and old brick walls were covered in a clumsy layer of institutional paint. At this time of night, the place was probably as quiet as it ever got, but there was an odd, echoing quality to the noises, as if the hallways carried every whisper from the foundations to the roof and back down again.

The people of Beacon Hills called it "Echo House" for a reason, and they never spoke of this place with kindness. His reputation would take an even sharper nose-dive in the town when he got out.

If he got out.

A short nurse with a smile that never reached her eyes greeted him at reception, leading him and his dad into an office in the back. The lights warmed her dark skin, and silver streaks wove through her cornrows. Her pale blue scrubs were clean and still carried crease marks, as if she had pulled them out of the packaging just before they arrived, and Stiles watched the way her fingers shook when she handed her father a pen and passed over forms for him to sign.

'A voluntary stay is seventy-two hours. No phone-calls, no emails, no visitors,' she explained, the words falling from her tongue as if she had said them a hundred times before. 'Stiles, you will need to empty your pockets. If you're wearing a belt, you must remove it, and you should wear these.' She put some cheap slippers on the surface of her desk. 'No shoelaces. It's a suicide risk.'

He grimaced and tried not to think of the times he had considered a terminal solution to his demon-fox problem. After all, the Nogitsune couldn't possess him if he was dead. In the grimmest hours of the night, he had come up with a plan or two before realizing it wouldn't do any good. For all he knew, it would just move on to someone else, slithering off like a parasite to sink its teeth into another victim. Besides, he couldn't do that to his dad. Not unless there really was no other choice.

The nurse continued talking, saying something about a physical and group therapy. Stiles nodded along where it felt appropriate and watched the pen in his dad's hand hover over the line where he was meant to sign. Behind them, the rattle and clank of the metal gates sounded like jail cell bars sliding into place, and he watched the muscle jump in his dad's jaw before he set the pen down, leaving the paperwork untouched.

'We forgot – we forgot your pillow. You know you can't sleep without it.' He rubbed his palms down his trousers as if wiping away sweat, shifting as if he planned to get to his feet and drag Stiles away with him, grateful of an excuse to get away.

'Dad...' Stiles sighed, because yeah, he'd left it behind. He doubted this place would let him keep anything so personal anyway, in case he was smuggling in drugs or something. Besides, he'd wanted some small part of his life to remain as untouched by this whole ordeal as possible. He put keys and coins and his cell phone into the tray the nurse had provided, letting each object clatter against the plastic. 'I'm okay without it.'

'No. No, you're not.' His dad jerked his head, surging upright and putting on his Sheriff voice, the one he used to boss around his deputies. 'Stiles, get your stuff. You're not staying here if you're not going to get even one good night's sleep.'

Stiles pursed his lips, his throat tightening at the sight of his dad like this, fiercely protective and, underneath all that, so fucking frightened Stiles didn't know how he could stand it. It made him want to reach out and make promises he couldn't keep, just to take that look off his dad's face, but he couldn't.

Easing himself to his feet, he winced at the aches in his joints. Fatigue pulled at his body. Not the exhaustion that some decent sleep could cure; he'd been without for too long, now. 'Dad.' He reached out, the cool droplets of rain lingering on the shoulders of his dad's jacket pricking at his palms. 'I haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks.'

He pulled gently at his dad's shoulders, tugging him into his embrace so he would not have to look at the pain carving its story in his dad's face. Maybe he should have offered some kind of platitude, but he was beyond that now. Perhaps they both were. There wasn't any comfort left to be found in little white lies. However, there was strength in the way his dad's arms came around his back, palms spread on the aborted wings of his shoulder-blades as if his dad could somehow hold his pieces together.

He smelled of Old Spice and cold rain and home. Stiles let his eyes flicker shut, the better to savor this moment. It steeled something in him, drumming up some element of resolve he'd thought lay beyond his reach. The Nogitsune might have taken his free will, his body and even his goddamn mind, but it would not take this from Stiles: a father who loved him more than anything else – who would move heaven-and-earth for him if he only asked. It wouldn't break apart the last, sad splinter of their family. They only had each other, and Stiles would not force his dad to bury his son alongside his wife.

'I'll see you soon,' he promised, clenching his fingers in his dad's jacket before stepping back, peeling himself away before he could change his mind. A glance at the nurse, who watched them with a fixed expression that hinted disturbingly at disdain, was all the signal she needed to move, grasping his arm a claw-like grip as she steered him away from the office and into the depths of Eichen House.

Her footsteps rang out with purpose, while Stiles' slipper-shod feet made barely a noise. It made him feel ghost-like, and he grimaced at the idea, idly wishing he were barefoot instead. At least that way he would be able to feel the chill bite of the tiles. There was something almost surreal about this: dream-like. He felt only half-present, a non-entity. It was not the black-out state the Nogitsune put him in when it took over, but that didn't mean it was real.

Looking down, he counted his fingers from left pinkie to right thumb; one to ten. Not a dream, then. More than once, these past few weeks, he'd glanced down to realize he had extra digits, or looked at a clock to see nothing akin to time upon its face. His eyes skated along a slim signpost that read "medical suite", and he wrinkled his nose. He could still read. Definitely not a dream. He'd put himself here; he had good reason to, but the further he got from the outside world, from his dad and his friends and everyone in between, the more he realized that he was truly alone.

'In here.'

He blinked as the nurse thrust open one of the doors that pocked the right hand-side of the narrow hallway. The acid-white lights beyond made him wince, and he eyed the bed: a sturdy gurney with limb restraints in place, their leather cracked and the padding threadbare. The only other furniture was a desk and chair, both of which were bolted to the floor, and a large cabinet, locked and fixed to the brickwork. A set of scales stood in one corner, and a measuring stick for height crawled up the wall.

The nurse stood to one side of the door, her arms folded over her chest and her lips pressed in a firm line. She did not make small talk or offer any kind of reassurance. She wore no name-badge and no jewelry, but her gaze shone, sharp and astute, watching his every move as he perched nervously on the edge of the bed.

A month ago, he would have spoken to fill the silence, allowing himself to babble: a nervous outlet for energy he didn't have, these days. Would they keep up his Adderall? They should, but Stiles was not about to hold his breath. What he had seen so far did not exactly fill him with confidence. This place seemed underfunded and understaffed, the same as pretty much every other mental-health facility in the country.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a white coat strode in, a stethoscope swinging from his neck. Rimless glasses perched on his nose, and flashes of silver traces the hair at his temples. He looked like someone dressing up as an M.D. for Halloween: too perfect, too clean. Stiles narrowed his eyes, noticing the distinct lack of marks on the white polyester. Shouldn't there be something? Medicine stains or a drop of ketchup? Something to make the guy look like he wasn't fresh out of the box?

'Mister Stilinski?' He looked up, flashing a blank smile as Stiles nodded. 'I'm Doctor Mathis. We just need to do your intake exam, and then we can get you settled. Nurse, you can go.'

She inclined her head, standing aside to let two, thick-armed orderlies take her place. They both looked at Stiles like they were weighing him up. Unlike most big guys taking in his skinny, sarcastic self, neither one looked as if they underestimated him. Working here probably took away any preconceptions. They both looked like they knew that "unpredictable" could be dangerous in its own right.

'They're here for your safety,' Doctor Mathis promised, following Stiles' gaze. 'Don't worry. Now, could you stand on the scales for me?'

It was basic stuff: height, weight, medications and medical history. The doctor asked why he'd checked himself in, and he gave a stumbling explanation about needing the twenty-four-hour support without offering anything damning. He was used to this, lying without really lying, talking around a subject without ever giving a real answer. It worked, most of the time.

Of course, it would be now, when he needed it most, that the doctor saw right through him.

'I see.' Mathis leaned back in the cheap, plastic chair, his fingers dipping into his pocket. 'What's that mark on your neck, Mr. Stilinski?'

He lifted his hand to the place where Deaton had jabbed him, feeling the bruised, sensitive skin and the strange weals of the rash that had spread around it. 'It's, uh –'

A flurry of white was all Stiles saw before pain roared up his arm. A wordless cry scraped up his throat, and he jerked back, sprawling horizontally across the thin mattress. The bed rattled beneath him, and rough hands pressed down at his shoulders and ankles, manhandling him as he thrashed and struggled.

Mathis stood back as the orderlies restrained him, examining the dagger he had plunged into Stiles' flesh with interest. The blade winked silver. The blood drenching its point seethed like meat on a griddle, pink and frothy as the smell of barbecue curled through the air.

'Are you out of your fucking mind?' Stiles spat, his chest heaving as the two orderlies tightened the restraints, paying no heed to his kicking feet. They knew how to move themselves to rob him of any leverage. The fingers worked over the buckles by rote, wasting no time as Stiles panted and swore. The burning in his arm had faded to a bone deep ache, as if liquid nitrogen had been pumped into his marrow. It hurt, and his breath hitched in a sob as he bared his teeth at Mathis.

'Me?' The doctor smiled again, and this time it reached his eyes, leaving the dull grey bright and almost charming. 'No, I'm as sane as they come, just like you. But that's not why you're here, is it, Mister Stilinski?' He turned the knife again before dropping his gaze to the wound on Stiles' arm, half hidden beneath the slashed fabric of his hoodie. His blood stained the edges of the cloth, dark and damning. 'You're something else. Something... different.'

He stepped back, jerking his head to the orderlies. 'Take him to the Closed Ward. I will deal with the paperwork.' He cocked his head, giving Stiles a mocking, sorrowful look before he stepped forward, a syringe full of something already angled down to pierce Stiles' flesh. He moved with practical precision, finding a vein with ease. The drug swirled through him, thick and heady, pulling him down towards darkness as his struggles grew clumsier with each second.

'My – my dad –'

'Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Stilinski. It doesn't matter who comes looking for you.' Mathis shook his head, his brow creased in a mask of pity. 'I'm afraid that you'll never be found.'

#Teen Wolf #Sterek #My Fanfic

[novamirmirsblog]

I am not a woman, I'm a God (17+)

If I can't have love I want power pt 2

If I can't have love masterlist

Word Count: 1640

Genre: dark I guess?

Request: no

Warnings: none? (atm anyways)

A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter so it's subject to change BUT the next couple chapters should pick things up a little :3 OH and the next chapter might contain smut (Idk yet - I'll try to edit this when I've written the next chapter)

1737 - The middle

The revenge was sweet and drawn out. The redhead and her long-time friend had made sure of that. They let you finish the duke off but not before they had their fun. The two women were gorgeous, both with red hair that would make any woman jealous. The green-eyed woman had hair like a wildfire and the blue-eyed woman had hair the colour of a deep red sunset. Liking women was wrong but you weren’t sure these two counted as women – they certainly weren’t human. Wanda, the one with sunset hair, tortured your husband mentally, angry whisps the same colour as Natasha’s hair crawled in through his ears and buried themselves deep within his brain. While this was happening, Natasha was peeling layer after layer of skin off him with her razor-sharp nails. You weren’t sure if you could even call them nails – not when they looked so much more like claws. While Wanda was exploiting your husband’s deepest darkest fears, Natasha was calmly explaining to you which tools to use where so you could cause the most pain. Apparently pain and torture was an aphrodisiac for them because the two demons decided to show you what you had been missing out on due to your husband’s lack of skill.

That was almost 200 years ago. Wanda and Natasha had given you great gifts, allowing you to have a much longer life, giving you cat-like reflexes and godlike powers. Perhaps your favourite was the enhancements they gave to your voice. People were suddenly compelled to do whatever you suggested they do and the rush it gave you was unexplainable. These gifts were not free however and yet the price was one you willingly paid repeatedly. Especially because it meant spending extra time with your two favourite demons. You were there to cause chaos and have fun which was ironic considering Wanda was a chaos demon and Natasha was a succubus but perhaps that’s why you did what you did. Perhaps it was because you were made by them and therefore must serve them in every way imaginable.

~~~~~

You had watched your siblings grow from afar and made sure every single villager who ever even looked at them wrong suffered. When you were with Wanda and Natasha, it felt as if everything just fit into place. It was strange and you felt as if you shouldn’t miss them – they killed and tortured your husband in front of you, gave you gifts that meant you couldn’t live a normal life and coerced you into sex that you weren’t sure you wanted; yet you still wanted them.

Your story was told countless times and the more times it was told, the deeper the truth was twisted into a legend, a tale mothers told their children to keep them away from the forests late at night. You were turned into a martyr, a victim of the horrible cruelties the evil creatures of the world could bestow onto innocent girls.

You were anything but.

If the storytellers could see you now, they would burn all mentions of your story. You were a problem child, a bad example and you had two of the most powerful demons wrapped around your little finger.

A few years ago, you had mentioned to Natasha and Wanda one evening that you were bored. That’s how you found yourself currently being shot at.

“Natty I’m bored.” You whined, throwing yourself dramatically over the bed. History was going through a dry spell; people weren’t doing anything interesting and there weren’t enough opportunities for you to wreak havoc.

“Natty” Wanda mocked “Our princess is bored.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Natasha moved to hover over you, Wanda placed your head in her lap. Natasha’s tail flicked with a cat-like manner before it slithered between your legs.

You grabbed her tail and she let out a moan “Not now Natasha. I’m serious. If I knew living forever was going to be this boring, then I wouldn’t have done it.” That wasn’t quite true, you enjoyed being theirs to use but you were getting restless.

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning up to kiss Wanda instead. You waited a few moments for the two demons to stop their make-out session, but it didn’t look to be ending any time soon. You rolled out from underneath Natasha and untangled Wanda’s fingers from where she was massaging your scalp.

“Awe come back baby.” Wanda broke the kiss and made grabby arms at you. For a supposed demon, she sure was soft. “I promise we’ll make things more fun.”

Natasha rolled her eyes again “You’ve gone soft Wands.” Although Natasha huffed and puffed about how ‘soft’ Wanda had gotten, she seemed to have a slightly less hardened heart when she looked at you.

You were no longer bored but you were being shot at and while it couldn’t kill you, it sure did sting. Perhaps going after Dick Turpin’s loot was a bad idea but what can you say? You wanted to live a little. All you had wanted was a pretty horse you had seen him steal but nooo – he had to keep them all for himself. You had managed to escape Mr Turpin himself but one of his lackeys just wouldn’t give up. Rather than continuing to run, you decided you may as well get a quick meal.

“Hello darling.” Your voice echoed from all around, you watched as the man trying to kill you frantically whipped his head around.

“Who are you? Come out now!”

You let out a low, predatory chuckle.

“I’m the poor little martyr in all your stories.”

“No. You can’t be- that’s impossible! You should be dead!” You watched as the man continued to spin around and around in circles, watching him trip before revealing yourself.

“I am ancient. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have seen kings and queens and holy men enter the world and I have seen them leave; and yet I am nowhere near as old or as powerful as the women who made me the person I am today. While I watched preestablished civilisations crumble, they were reminiscing the time they created them, all while burning them to the ground. Some call me the end but they are mistaken. They are the end. I am your warning. I am the only kindness they will show you. Trivial things such as death do not concern me.” As you finished your speech, Natasha and Wanda’s comforting aura surrounded you, the dark mist embracing you before forming the two women.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun now could we dove?” Natasha’s voice rumbled out against your neck, biting it lightly.

“You have to share.” Wanda cooed, lifting your chin up to face her as she captured your lips with hers.

The idiot who you were about to kill and feed on decided now was a good time to make their escape. Luckily, Wanda had other plans as her red magic bought the squirming meal back to you.

“Go away. I want to eat. It’s been so long.” You pouted, making your way back to your meal. It was a little annoying that to continue living in your young body that you had to drain the soul from another person, but it was worth it.

“But if we leave then who’s going to do all the heavy lifting?”

“And who will dig the hole in your garden?”

“Or put the body in the hole?”

“Or-”

“Okay! I get it. Fine. But just hush, okay? I like to eat in peace.” You grabbed the man and kissed him hard, feeling his soul merge with yours before it was consumed by the darkness.

“I don’t know why you always have to kiss them to feed” Natasha bit out, moving away from you with Wanda, voicing her unhappiness at you kissing someone else when only she should be kissing you- her and maybe Wanda.

“Well, it wasn’t me who made her feed that way.” Wanda whispered back

“Are you suggesting this is my fault?” Natasha’s voice got low and dangerous, and you felt the forest drop about 10 degrees.

“Well that’s how you feed isn’t it?” Wanda’s eyes glowed and a wind picked up.

You pulled away from your meal, the faint glow of his soul swirling around your mouth and eyes. “Want to share?” The forest rose back to its original temperature and climate as Natasha kissed you, absorbing small remnants of the soul. Wanda wrapped one arm around your waist while the other snaked up to your neck, her teeth lightly biting and sucking along your shoulders.

“I think you forget dove” Natasha broke the kiss to growl at you

“We’re in charge here. If we wanted to share, then we would share.” Wanda finished off for her.

It dawned on you that perhaps this was about more than just the meal. They were jealous.

“Are you two jealous?” You laughed, not at the situation but at their reactions. Wanda bit you harder and Natasha just glared at you.

“Of course not. Why would we be jealous of some silly insignificant dum-”

“Baby…” You reached up and placed one hand lightly on Wanda’s horn and the other on Natasha’s cheek, effectively stopping Natasha’s rant about how unjealous they are. Wanda moved from where she was standing behind you to stand next to Natasha. “You both know that if I could live off Demon energy then I would, but I can’t.”

Natasha and Wanda shared a look, having a silent conversation in the space of seconds before turning their attention back to you. “That’s not necessarily true love.” Wanda said.

“It will be painful but…well demons aren’t born. They’re made.” Natasha explained.

“And if you wanted to…”

You didn’t even hesitate before giving your answer. “Yes.”

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@lucydiibi

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[djmarinizelablog]

Idk if you take prompt requests atm, but i was listening to Your Eyes Tell by BTS and oh my god the lyrics remind me of levihan in the saddest way possible:

The darkness we see is so beautiful

I want you to believe me

Looking directly at you so you don’t go away

The protective gaze is so colorful

You taught me

One day this sadness will wind us together

This could end angsty or happy ending, if you decide to do this prompt, tysm and good day.

Heya! Sorry this took awhile, but I'm working on this fic in collab with a wonderful artist. The prompt kinda fits with the story so I'll leave a preview here :)

There’s this saying that goes, no two snowflakes are the same. Every design is intricate, every moment of how it falls from the skies to the ground a story untold. Hange is pondering about this while they’re watching the snowfall on the rooftops of the headquarters, wintery breath faint against the dark. It’s the dead of winter, their long coat barely even keeping them warm.

But Hange likes this. The scenery. The silence. It allows them to recollect and recompose themselves.

“Snow is shitty,” someone says behind them. “It leaves a mess everywhere.”

When Hange turns around, Levi is standing there by the exit, hands tucked in his coat pockets, waiting.

“Ah, I take it you’ve never seen snow before?”

“I’ve seen it before.” Levi walks towards where Hange is and leans towards the balcony, the apparent frown in his face. “Also, I’m not that stupid not to know about it.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

For someone who’s lived in the Underground his entire life, Levi seems fascinating. Almost attractive for Hange, even. He’s not the curious and bewildered type. There’s some sort of charm to that. The thing about people like him, Hange wonders, is that maybe they’re not drawn to the new, having often lived by the mundane.

Down below them, they can see other soldiers playing on the open field, throwing snowballs at each other in the dark, heartwarming laughter filling the air. Here on the balcony, the silence hums between the two of them, their stances stiff and uncomfortable. Levi attempts to remove the grime beneath his fingernails, head hung low.

It’s only been a few days since that disastrous expedition, one that had cost Levi his friends’ lives, and Hange knows he must be mourning.

Pain, they know this all too well, is more hurting the more one tries to bury it in.

So Hange speaks once again. “I once stumbled into a tunnel leading to the Underground, you know? I was gone for days.”

The statement makes Levi stop. His eyes flitter from Hange’s face then to the dark in front of him, as if trying to recollect a memory. Beyond them, the forest is silent save for the hooting of an owl. Then he shrugs.

“Beats me. Lots of people escape into the Underground, so you probably weren’t the first to go missing. Even kids from above ground consider it as a hiding place.”

Hange’s not going to let it go so fast. “I know, but this particular instance… it was an adventure for me, and there were people who helped, especially this kid…”

“What?” He scoffs. “You’ve got to be joking. People down there are jerks.”

He’s right, but not really. Who knows the Underground better than he does, anyway? There’s still something wrong, though, so Hange shakes their head. “It’s a vague childhood memory. It’s been a long time ago, and I can’t even remember certain details, let alone faces or names.

Levi pushes himself against the railing and turns around to head back to the door. “You’re wasting my time.”

Hange pretends to be offended. “Am I?”

He lets his hand rest on the doorknob. Like he’s still thinking. Like there’s more he wants to say, but chooses not to. “Tell me that story when you remember it.”

“I’ll try.” Hange is being generous. Right now, they haven’t reached that part where the two of them could call each other friends. Just comrades. Colleagues. Fellow soldiers. “No promises, though.”

Another scoff escapes Levi’s lips. “Promises are meaningless, anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

But before they can get an answer, Levi's already gone.

The silence stirs in the cold. And Hange’s all alone once again, snowflakes drifting from the skies. There’s a smile that plays on their lips, an attempt to remember.

Perhaps later when they bump into each other again, here on this rooftop under a snow-blanketed night where there’s isn’t much to do, maybe they’ll be ready to talk. Perhaps.

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[honeybunny-sawamura]

Hey Jade 💖 I hope you’re doing well! I just realized I don’t think I sent a request for your 400 follower event!

Can I get a macaron drabble with Daichi + SFW + “If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.”

Congrats again on the milestone and take your time with the request! Remember to rest and not overwhelm yourself. 😘😘

yaho Cindy! 💕 i'm doing well and thank you so much! you're so sweet i wanna kith u! 😘 MWAH hope you're doing well too. your character corner is so sweet and i just am 🥺 all the time

and ah! love the prompt. ❤️ here's something fluffy and cute for Daichi! hope you like it darling 💕

“It’s because you’re getting rusty,” you tease at Daichi as you gently clean the cut above his eyebrow.

“You take that back,” your boyfriend pouts up at you, brows furrowing at your comment before he winces at the slight sting when the ointment sets into the cut. You apologize about the medicine stinging and dab a gauze at the small wound before sticking a band aid to it. You then proceed to take his face in both hands to check him over. You look for any other injuries he might have gotten from playing volleyball with the old Karasuno team during a small casual reunion. Tanaka was just happy that it wasn’t him in the hot seat this time (cue him having flashbacks of that one match), but poor Hinata couldn’t keep the apologies from spilling out of his mouth as he bowed over and over to his previous captain. Daichi assured him and everyone that he was fine while pressing your handkerchief to the cut to keep it from bleeding; a little embarrassed at his fumble because he was distracted by the way you watched him play with big sparkling eyes and cheered him on so enthusiastically. He let himself be pulled away by you so you can tend to him while the rest of the team went back to playing.

“Am I really getting rusty?” he asks you sheepishly. You blink down at him, standing between his legs as he sat on the bench, his face still in your hands. You let out an amused huff and shake your head at his question before leaning down to press a tender kiss above his injury.

“I was just teasing, sweetie. You were amazing! What got you all distracted, hmm?” you ask him. Pink dusted over Daichi’s cheeks and he casts his eyes sideways to avoid your curious gaze. You giggle at his reaction and you give him another kiss, this time to his nose. Daichi chuckles softly at that and he goes back to looking at you, eyes softening as he admires how pretty you look right now. Now your cheeks are pink too and you try to hide it by peppering kisses all over his face. Your boyfriend lets out a laugh and you feel him rests his large hands on both sides of your hips.

“If you keep kissing my face like that, I’ll have to retaliate,” he growls playfully. You pull away from him a tad to look at him: mirth dancing in his dark orbs and a grin slowly growing on his lips. There’s a pause to which you two stare at each other before you quickly lean down to kiss him on the nose again. With a mock roar, Daichi pulls you to him and wraps his arms around your waist as he rubs and nuzzles his face into your neck; tickling you and getting a peal of laughter from you. The sound makes his heart swell with love for you and he squeezes you more to him. You bury your face into his hair as he litters your neck with kisses and wrap your arms around his neck. Daichi sighs in content as he rests against you,

“How could I concentrate on the game when I have such a cute cheerleader rooting for me on the sidelines?”

HoneyBunny’s 400 Event: Closed ATM

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[spicycreativity]

Intertwined - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen

Content Warnings: It's a hanahaki fic, so. Mild body horror, blood, respiratory illness. (Starts at Ch 3 and gets worse from there).

Characters: All

Pairing: Moceit

Additional Notes: This one was supposed to be Darker and Longer, but turns out I'm not in the headspace to write angst atm, so it ends up moving p fast. Swaps between Janus and Patton's POVs. Post-PoF, light angst. Not whump. They both get hanahaki, but there is absolutely no version of Moceit in my mind where Janus isn't the one who falls first. My AO3 username is WizatdGlick.

Summary: The story of how Janus and Patton find each other at rock bottom and fall in love anyway.

A gentle knock on Janus' door drew him out of his thoughts. He donned a mask of triumph as he rose to open it, straightening his hat as he went. It couldn't be Remus; Remus never knocked so softly, which meant that Janus had to perform. He slid into the role with difficulty, struggling to find the edges of this gloating persona when all he felt was numb and tired and lost.

It was Patton at the door, and Janus felt everything slip, and Patton's eyes lit up with recognition, and all of Janus' resolve fell away in the face of that beseeching gaze.

"Come for another debate?" Janus asked in a low voice, making no effort to hide his ironical smile.

Patton smiled too, though he dropped it a moment too soon. Janus got the distinct impression that Patton was also far too wrung-out to put on any kind of act tonight. "Just came to check on you."

It would be as natural as breathing for Janus to draw back, place his fingertips delicately to his chest, widen his eyes. ' Check on me?' he would say, all faux-innocence, ' Please, Patton, I'm not a child. I don't need your pity.'

But he didn't.

Here was Patton, reaching out, and hadn't that been what Janus had wanted all along? That tiny, fervent flame that he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge, that smallest ember of hope that someone might just give him what he was convinced he had to take.

The seconds stretched out until the silence verged on awkward, and Janus' pride stood up to do what his cunning would not: "I'm fine." He was fine, strangely. Not happy, as he perhaps should have been, but nothing hurt.

Patton's brow furrowed. "Am I supposed to believe that?" he asked gently.

Something warm and soft and dangerous bloomed in Janus' chest at Patton's look of confusion. He had freckles on his nose, scattered like spilled cinnamon: a trait assigned by Thomas’ subconscious. "Patton," Janus said, flicking his gaze upwards to meet Patton's eyes. "Would you like to come in?"

"To your room ?" Patton asked, eyes widening. He looked past Janus' shoulder and Janus fought not to move and block Patton's gaze with his body. He had just invited Patton in; there was no point getting shy now. "Won't that, y'know, do something to me?"

"It's just a matter of self-control," Janus said, hoping to get a smile out of Patton.

Sure enough, Patton did smile. "What color is my shirt?"

Janus said, "True blue," and stepped backwards to let Patton in.

It was a risk to bring someone into his room like this, but he felt unusually clear-headed tonight, calm and strangely secure despite the fact he had just let a known enemy past his defenses, and despite the exhaustion that made every breath feel heavy.

"Warm in here," Patton remarked, looking around.

Janus motioned him over to a set of armchairs. To be seen was to be judged, and he wasn't sure what he would do if Patton found him lacking again . "I have a question for you, Patton."

In the low light, the tear tracks on Patton's cheeks glimmered when he tilted his head inquisitively. "You do?"

Janus nodded, slow and calculated. He was sure he already knew the answer to the question, and preemptive anger bubbled thick and hot in his veins. "Who," he said, unable to keep from glaring, "came to check on you?"

"Well," said Patton, "Ah… They don't-- Everyone's upset right now--"

"And you're not?" Janus demanded. "And don't you dare tell me that you're fine." His emotions were running too hot; he needed to check himself, but seeing Patton make excuses filled him with a passion he'd only ever felt on Thomas' behalf.

"I am--"

"Don't."

"But I have to be," Patton whispered. "I can't-- I know they told me… They said it was okay for me to be sad, but--"

"If you fall apart, there's no one there to pick up the pieces," Janus guessed. "Sure, you can be sad, as long as it doesn't interfere with your role."

"Don't be mad at them," Patton pleaded, and Janus realized with a jolt that he would get into no one's good graces by slinging around insults.

"It's just hard," Janus said plainly, only half-noticing the words coming out of his mouth. He had just become aware of a keen and sickening new desire, borne on the back of a newfound respect for Patton that he had even lasted this long without having some sort of spectacular breakdown. Janus' whole chest ached with it, that and the equally sickening knowledge that he had just become horrifically vulnerable, that he had fallen under a spell he could never hope to break.

He saw it in his mind's eye: he saw himself stand and lean over, take Patton's jaw in his hands, kiss him long and deep and slow. He saw himself lay his body and soul bare before Patton, getting on his knees to forgive Patton all his perceived flaws. He meant well, after all. He only ever meant well, and it wasn't really his fault that those good intentions were capable of morphing into a cruel and deadly weapon.

But he would plunge that weapon straight into Janus' heart before their lips could ever even meet. Janus could see it now, Patton pulling away in confusion and disgust. His tenuous patience would give out then and there, and Janus would have no hope of acceptance ever again. Same for Remus, probably. They would remain Dark Sides forever, damned to be eternal outcasts. All thanks to Janus' pathetic inability to control himself.

"Why do you care so much about…" Patton hesitated for a moment and gave a shallow sigh. "Well, about me?"

And now Janus found himself walking a chasm’s edge. His instinct was to lean hard into the opposite of the truth and insult Patton so deeply that he left and never came back. Eliminate the threat. But that wasn't an option now of all times. No, he had to maintain a friendship with Patton, somehow. He had to keep himself under control. How fun. "You're a part of Thomas," Janus said. He paused.

"So are the others."

"You've earned my respect."

"Oh," said Patton. "Wow, um. Gosh, that's…" His lower lip trembled. "I should go," he said in a broken voice.

Janus surveyed him in silent agony, teetering on the precipice of a lie. With a monumental effort, he pulled himself away from it and opened his arms. "Come here."

The floodgates opened. Patton fell into Janus' lap, already sobbing. Janus held him, all his muscles stiff and awkward. He was much smaller in the mindscape than he was in Thomas’ eyes and it was difficult to support Patton’s much larger frame. A sharp pain flared in Janus’ collarbone where Patton had buried his forehead and his tears were already starting to seep through Janus' clothes. He cringed at himself and the absurdity of the situation, wishing he had some way to make it better. He should have had words for this, all the right words to soothe away Patton's worries and set him right again. But he was so tired.

"I'm s-s-sorry," Patton said through shuddering sobs that dug his forehead harder into Janus' clavicle.

"It's okay," Janus said, concentrating hard on keeping the effects of his room at bay.

"Are you--" Patton sniffled " --sure you're okay?"

A rush of affection melted Janus' heart and he sighed and held Patton closer despite the shooting pain in his collarbone and the ache in his arms. Even in the midst of a post-breakdown breakdown, Patton was self-sacrificing (self- destructive) enough to check in on him. "You don't have a selfish bone in your body, do you?" Janus sighed, lamenting Patton’s bleeding heart. For some reason, this only made Patton cry harder. Janus cast his mind back to the last time Remus was this upset, found nothing, had to speculate. He and Remus and Virgil were self-sufficient, secretive. When it came to personal crises, they weathered them alone and bore the aftermath in stoicism. "Do you want me to play with your hair?"

"I don't know," Patton sobbed into Janus' chest.

Janus sighed and began to run his fingers through Patton's honey-colored hair, grateful that the thick material of his gloves kept their skin from touching. It was better this way, and a good reminder for Janus. He guarded his heart so closely for a reason.

 

Janus, despite the discomfort from the awkward weight distribution and the clammy feeling of cooled tears on his shirt, was half-asleep in the chair by the time Patton stopped crying.

"Sorry," Patton said, pulling away, and even with snot and tears all over his flushed cheeks, even with his eyes all red and puffy behind his fogged-up glasses and his hair standing up at strange diagonals from Janus' attempts at comfort, he was radiant.

"For having feelings?" Janus asked, gently imaging himself into a new, dry shirt.

"For making them your problem." Patton took his glasses off and began to polish them on the hem of his own shirt.

"Patton, I need you to know this." Janus waited until Patton looked at him before continuing, "I owe you nothing. If I had wanted you to leave, I would have asked you to leave and thought nothing of it."

Patton nodded and went back to polishing his glasses. They were silent for a long moment, during which Janus found himself unable to suppress a series of yawns. It must have been around 4:00 in the morning by this point. They had to have been the only ones awake.

"Hey, Janus," Patton said, finally putting his glasses back on. "You know The Breakfast Club?"

"Yes," Janus said distractedly, trying to figure out where Patton was going with this.

"This wasn't our version of that, was it?"

"What do you mean?"

"When tomorrow comes and we're back to, to some sort of normal… You'll still be my friend, right?"

Now here was a situation Janus had never once envisioned for himself. He had pictured winning over Roman, had pictured gaining Thomas' support. Never once had he expected real friendship with any of them, let alone Patton. "Yes," he said, feeling sick at the irony of it. He had been comfortable as Patton's enemy, was now yearning for his kiss… How could he be friends with Patton when he burned like this for Patton's wholehearted affection? Was he really just supposed to endure it?

Patton smiled, so sweet and earnest that Janus had to bite down on his tongue. "Good," he said. "Speaking of, do you wanna have breakfast with me?"

"Not right now, I hope," Janus teased.

"No, no, not right now." Patton muffled a yawn into his sleeve. "I guess I'd better go."

Janus nodded. "See you in the morning?"

"Um," said Patton, who didn't appear to have been listening. "Thank you, Janus. You didn't have to-- Well, thank you."

He sank out without another word.

Janus imagined himself into his pajamas, imagined the lights off and threw himself onto his bed. "Fuck."

 

--

 

Frigid air seeped from the hallway seeped under the crack where Janus' door stopped just short of the carpet. He didn't allow himself to notice, and continued to put his outfit on piece by agonizing piece. The cold air made his joints slow and achy, and he struggled to get the clasps done up. It was just as well that he hadn't put on his gloves yet. He had become quite adept at handling things while wearing them, but for this task, the bulky fabric would only get in the way. After all, just like his singular snake fang, his gloves were for aesthetics, not function.

Finally, he donned his hat and faced the door, forced to confront that fatal truth: He could never have what he wanted. The moment he had achieved his goal of Thomas’ acceptance, the triumph had slipped away in his hands to be replaced with a truly unattainable goal.

Memories from last night, the phantom sensation of Patton in his arms, teased him until he had to sneer at himself. Pathetic. He was acting pathetic. Falling for Patton was strategically inadvisable, even if he couldn’t help it, but actively pursuing him was out of the question. It was all-risk, no reward. Still, his treacherous heart fluttered, teasing him with the thought of Patton’s lips on his own, Patton’s hands on his body, sharing heat, deepening the kiss--

“All risk,” Janus said out loud to himself, “no reward.” A mantra to see him through. He opened his door, his gloved hand slipping a little on the polished brass of his doorknob, and nearly walked straight into Remus as he passed by with an armful of dismembered dolls.

“Well,” said Janus, tilting his head to better examine the pile of plastic limbs and bodies in Remus’ arms, “I won’t ask what you’re up to.” He stifled a yawn behind his hand, visualizing a piping hot cup of coffee. A shudder wrecked his concentration and he frowned. “Are you the reason it’s so cold in here?”

Remus ignored the question, his feverish eyes darting from Janus’ mouth to his hand to his face. “I knew you were up late last night. That’s why I came this way.” He gave a crooked but strangely boyish grin. “I wanted to know where you’d gotten off to. Or who you’d gotten off with. ”

Janus, to his horror, blushed. Fragmented images flashed through his head-- What if he had kissed Patton? And Patton had kissed back? Mask, mask, mask! “I was spreading the Gospel.”

“You were spreading something , though, weren’t you?” Remus shifted the dolls in his arms and held up a masculine torso. “I know I heard Big Daddy’s voice. Play a little game of Patton- Snake , did you?”

Janus swore he could hear porcelain cracking as his heart began to race. “In all seriousness, Remus, we did reach an agreement.”

“Sounds like you reached more than that.” Remus waggled his tongue.

God, he was relentless when he was on the scent of something. Janus hid his face behind his hands, realizing a moment too late that this display of shame would only add fuel to the fire. So he took the only option left and muttered, “Boundaries,” into his palms.

“Oh,” said Remus, leaning back on his heels. “ Oh. Janus, you didn’t .”

“Of course we didn't!” Janus hissed, dropping his hands.

"But you wanted to?"

“How much did you hear yesterday, anyway?”

“Oh, I heard the whole debacle, including that heartwarming little moment at the end,” Remus said, rocking forward onto his toes. “Thanks for putting in a good word for me, by the way.”

They fell into an awkward silence as Janus once again reached for words that simply weren’t there. “I didn’t mean it,” he said finally, cursing himself.

“No?” said Remus. “Not even a teeny tiny little bit?” He poked Janus in the chest with the plastic torso, still clenched in his left hand. “Right here?”

“You,” said Janus, “are just as evil as I am.”

Remus backed off with a grin, leaving Janus in doubt that he had ever even been angry in the first place. “So where are you off to now? Roman’s got this place awfully cold; gonna go warm Patton’s snake?”

“You already made a ‘Patton snake’ joke,” Janus said, slamming another mask onto his face to hide his blush. “But to answer your question, he asked me to join him for breakfast.”

“Aww.” Remus wiped fake tears from his cheeks. “You better not start spending too much time with him or I’m going to get jealous.”

#moceit #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sorry if this shows up in the tag and catfishes the whumpers but i just wanted to say: #i specified that this isnt whump specifically because i DIDNT want to catfish y'all lmao #i just don't have it in me to hurt my babies that bad skhsjshf #anyway no judgement just not what this is #spicywrites #spicywrites intertwined