#Reborn Spark AU

[nova--spark]

To no one's surprise

We are adding another to the OpLita Bunch in Reborn Spark

[ gif by @blitzy-blitzwing ]

Because I have the stupid need to expand these families too much and also Because it's funny

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #Reborn Spark AU #nova musings #nova writings #hot rod #rodimus prime #rodimus

[transingthoseformers]

In an universe where budding is a thing, maybe two (or more) bots can split off metal for the same sparkling? Then it'd be less of a mass loss for each bot and more recoverable? Then it'd propably also look like a mix of the parents, unless the soark dictates the appearance and altmode.

(I'm not talking about sex, i'm talking about them literally splitting metal off into a single protofor

That makes sense! Kinda?

It's sexual reproduction without the sex part but definitely not asexual reproduction which is one individual. Somewhere in between maybe? Maybe I'm trying to biology out a nonbiological process

I'm imagining it's a lot less of a randomized process, except maybe when it comes to altmode because iicr in your works spark typically determines altmode. But I can see this process certainly determining a general size estimate if we're involving mass displacement here, perhaps the color palette we're working with, and some design aspects that have little to nothing to do with altmode such as helm shape?

#maccadam #transformers #tf worldbuilding? #i feel like in this scenario it's both the protoform and the spark that determines how they look #if spark transplants are possible in this au i'd imagine the reborn individual would look somewhat different but somewhat similar #retaining the same altmode and some design details but perhaps different color palette and some design differences? #kind of a little bit like how bayverse Megatron changes in DSotM and AOE as he's rebuilt? #KSI used his cna they didn't know what cna as a blueprint but new ''transformium'' (which is legit just sentio Metallico) #every fic i have read has made that connection too #maybe ignore me

[mochimooon]

Slow Burn - gojo satoru x reader 18+

pairing: Gojo Satoru x afab! Reader summary: It's been a while since you've been intimate with anyone, and thankfully Satoru is patient (eager) to indulge you. word count: 4k+ notes: Newly established relationship, reader and Gojo have yet to do the deed. Not much plot here, other than gratuitous smut and fluff, featuring soft! Gojo. A more sensual smut piece. no-curses AU warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal sex

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

Kisses scattered along your jaw, skin prickling with goosebumps. Shadows of heat on your neck spurred a sensation within every nerve of your body—a phantom feeling reborn. 

Satoru’s ministrations grew hungrier, kissing every inch of skin along your neck and jaw as though you’d disappear before he got a chance to leave his mark anywhere. Your hands on his shirtfront tightened to keep him close, your mind was slowly entering a path towards bliss. 

Your jaw was captured by Satoru’s hand, craning your head to meet his lips with yours. 

He pressed a smile to your lips again. “Don’t get away from me. I’ve been wanting you all to myself.”

Dazed eyes peeled open, lost in the bright blue, you surrendered. 

Satoru’s smile widened, giving you another kiss. “That’s it. Not so hard, huh? Just be good for me.” His tongue probed your mouth for entry. 

Feeling the stroke of his tongue along yours, he’s infected you with the same vigor. You tugged his shirt at first, only to loosen your grip in favor of carding your fingers through the back of his hair.

You swallowed his moan, digging your nails into his scalp to steal more. 

Satoru’s pace quickened like a spark turning into a flame. The weight of his body pressed onto yours, the bulge between his legs sent a shudder down your spine. There was a rough squeeze of your breast through your blouse and a swipe at your nipple. 

Arching your back to chase the sensation, Satoru released your mouth for air, latching onto your neck seconds later as his free hand found the fly of your jeans.

The button came apart, a finger ghosting just above the waistband of your panties. You snapped out of the pleasure, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his wrist.

“Wait.”

Satoru swallowed, hair at a disarray, and you fought the urge to ravish him in that moment. He pressed himself up, easing his weight on your body. “Everything okay?”

Biting your lip, you nodded.  He looked dubious. The tightness between your lower bodies was dizzying. He cleared his throat, concern hanging like a shadow over his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Again, you nodded, albeit hesitantly. 

Satoru tilted his head. “I don’t think that’s true…” At your silence, Satoru grinned, “Should I take a guess?” His hand reached to cup your face, stealing a kiss. “What’ll you give me if I guess right?”

You savored his delicate touch and playful demeanor, both confirming how much you wanted him right then. You were a little nervous, however. 

“It’s been a long time,” you preempted, heat rising to your face. “Since I’ve…had any action.”

Satoru blinked, lips pursing together. 

A few months of dating, you had failed to tell Satoru about your dry spell. When you two had met, there was no mad rush to hop into the sheets despite Satoru’s incessant flirting. To your surprise, he was fine taking things slow at your request. But you never divulged that it was because you hadn’t had sex in well over a year now. 

“I want to—” You rushed to add, fiddling with the collar of his shirt again. “I’m just out of practice…” Your face blazed, you struggled to hold Satoru’s stare. 

While you had plenty of sessions alone, you couldn’t fathom what it felt like anymore to be intimate with someone. To have a body pressed against your own. Fantasies could only do so much, and they could never compare to the real thing.

Silence crawled by, so slow, you sank into the mattress in hopes that it would help you disappear. 

But Satoru was not someone to let you escape. His thumb stroked your cheek, his warm breath fanning over your forehead, leaving you dumbstruck. 

“We don’t have to do anything,” he said. “We can keep waiting. I can wait.”

Your throat went tight, biting back a whine. Waiting was the last thing you wanted to do. You’ve done enough of it, holding off until you connected with someone you trusted. And you continued to deprive yourself when you met Satoru despite the desire to have this very moment with him. 

It was the longest streak you’ve been on. After your last break-up, it was only meant to be temporary. But the longer you went without it, the more clarity you unlocked, and you were content as is. Then Satoru came into the picture. Finally, you were ready, but you were scared. 

“No,” you said. “I want to right now—” You added at Satoru’s furrowed expression. “I’m a little nervous. I want it to feel good for both of us.”

“I want you to feel good,��� Satoru said. “If that means waiting, then I’ll keep doing it. I’m creative, I can always make you feel good in other ways.” To prove his point, he took your hand, kissing the knuckles with a tenderness behind his blue eyes.

Having known Satoru for a while, you knew everything he said was always sincere. You didn’t know how you got so lucky to finally meet someone with integrity. A man who was confident with every right to be. Someone who had the charisma to be both quick-witted and soft. A man who listened to you when you were silent, who was patient with you when you weren’t sure you deserved it at times. A man that you trusted. A man that was yours. 

Some of the worries faded away, outstripped with the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. 

Caressing Satoru’s face, he watched you with a patience that everyone else had noticed was only ever offered to you. His eyes flit shut for a moment, unable to resist the drag of your fingers in the back of his hair. 

You pushed yourself up to surprise him with a kiss to his lips. 

He responded in favor, allowing you take the lead, genuine in that he wanted to go at your pace. But tonight, you would surrender, and let Satoru take the reins. 

Your question met his lips. “Can you make me feel good?” Another question kissed Satoru back to life. “Will you touch me?”

Satoru’s expression brightened. He deepened the kiss, guiding you to rest your head back onto the mattress, pinning you there. 

He released a breathy laugh, voice coming out like smoke. “That’s what I’m here for. To spoil you.” He kissed you again. “To take care of you. And…” He pulled back, meeting your eyes, a playful glimmer in his. “To worship you.”

Satoru crouched lower, his mouth slithering away from yours to nip at your jaw. 

The flush you felt in your body was nothing compared to Satoru’s warmth creeping along your skin. 

“Where should I start?” Lips pressed below your ear. “I’m not sure where to grab and touch you first.” 

He was at your neck. Your pulse throbbed at the light sting of his teeth grazing that area. 

“Maybe your waist…” Satoru’s hand roamed between your bodies, fingers pushing into the flesh of your waist, trailing his touch upwards. “Or should I start with your pretty tummy?”

You breathed in sharply as Satoru’s fingertips trace the bare skin of your stomach beneath your blouse, snaking its way up.

“There’s also this.” He palmed your breast over your bra, face hovering over yours again, grinning into your lips. “Two of them to be exact.” 

He squeezed, catching your whimper in the kiss. 

“Should I let my hands explore and decide? I don't know if I can stop at one. I might have to touch you everywhere. When it comes to you, I just want to be greedy.”

Another squeeze of your breast and you moaned, giving Satoru reentry into your mouth. 

The pace of his tongue was perfect—unhurried, but enough to stoke the fire sparking in your lower belly. Nothing can stop you from moaning freely and clutching onto his shirtfront.

“Fucking adorable, the way you respond to me,” he husked. “Might have to take extra time with you, just to indulge myself.”

Your body had gotten so feverish just from the playful taunting. It was so in character of him to be snarky with charm wrapped around it like a silk tie. You don’t know how you managed to withhold yourself for so long when Satoru entered your life. His smile, his voice, everything about him tested your willpower daily.

True to his word, Satoru’s hand roamed various parts of your body, wandering, groping, like he needed to commit every inch of you to muscle memory. And every stroke, every firm squeeze, you were like a firefly brought to life from his touch, hips lifting to buck against his front. 

Satoru pulled back from your lips, a surprised chuckle pouring out. “Oh…I feel the exact same way. I’m sure you’ve already caught on.” He sank lower, nudging you with the bulge in his jeans. 

The pressure sent you into orbit. To be this close, after a while of being untouched. 

“Oh, Satoru…”

He hummed his appreciation, peppering kisses along your neck while his hands crept into your shirt, slinking past your bra. 

He’s smooth when taking it off, letting it fold slowly up your arms. When it slipped off, Satoru’s weight disappeared.

You blinked, confused. Not even the grasp of his hands on your hips gave you a clue until he pulled you up and brought you to his lap.  

He groaned at your weight, and you felt the tightness in his jeans, stealing a glimpse at the outline of his cock beneath denim. 

“Did you want me to…?” You pressed on his belt's buckle, pausing when Satoru shook his head. 

“Not yet, gorgeous.” He leveled you with his gaze, half-lidded, caught between desire. His hands ran up your back, holding you securely as he placed his forehead against yours, breathing your name. “Fuck…I love holding you.”

Heart racing, you stroked his nape. Despite the tension between your bodies, you liked being held like this. It was a place you were content with. And you’re grateful once again to have waited for Satoru to find you. 

“Oh…” he moaned, reeling you in for an embrace, hot breath on your shoulder. “Can’t be selfish. As greedy as I want to be…” Lithe hands undid the clasp of your bra. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. It’ll always be about you.”

Pulling you back, the straps fell away from your shoulders, and Satoru waited, meeting your eyes. 

You nodded and he peeled away your bra whilst holding your stare that for a second you forgot you were topless on his lap. 

After a beat, blue eyes lowered, a blissful sigh rushing out.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tracing his fingers experimentally along the flesh of your breasts. “I bet this’ll feel good when I do this?”

Your chest pumped closer, nipples hard and chasing after Satoru’s featherlight touch.

“Yeah?” Satoru taunted playfully, rubbing your nipple with his thumb a little faster. 

Your head draped backwards, pushing your chest out, arching your back. Satoru’s other hand kept you from falling, and your hips grinded on his lap. 

Satoru rasped your name, his breath humid against your other nipple. “Oh baby, you should see yourself. Back arched, tits too pretty to ignore. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

You hissed, bucking into him roughly as his lips sucked on your breast. You couldn’t help yourself, your back arched deeper, but you didn’t have to worry about falling. 

Satoru anchored both hands behind your back, fingers splayed out like a net to prevent your escape, while seizing the opportunity to spoil your chest with his attention. 

Nipping, sucking, biting, a cocktail of pleasure sprouting marks on your skin that after tonight, you’ll be reminded of this moment thereafter. 

When Satoru was satisfied, he licked between your breasts in a slow drag of his tongue. Up, then down, planting a kiss on your stomach and then to your ribcage. 

Despite the stiff denim, there was a twitch in Satoru’s lap, reeling you back up and enfolding your arms around his neck. 

It was the first time that night that you’ve taken more control, holding him so close, refusing to take a breath, content to pass out from the passionate kiss. 

Satoru’s hands roamed your back freely, squeezing the muscle and skin that you didn’t mind the pinch of his nails when he held too tight. 

But it was him that broke away and together you pulled his shirt off, leaving a split-second to be apart before reconnecting like magnets.

Making out with him was natural, something you had done enough times, hesitation was nowhere to be seen. And as the passion ramped up, testing your limits, everything continued to feel right with Satoru. The slide of his tongue, the nibble of his teeth on your lip. You wanted more, scratching along his shoulders to convey that. 

“You gonna mark me, baby?” Satoru said between kisses. “You want everyone to know I’m yours? Mark me, scratch me, whatever you want, I’ll always be yours.” 

A shaky gasp pulled from your throat, the ember in your stomach crackling at the statement. And so, your nails dug into his flesh, raking down the backs of his shoulders, your ownership carved into strong muscle.

He hissed, moving to your neck, chuckling as his hands swept along your back. “That’s it, make me yours. Because I’m going to make you mine.” Teeth sank into your neck, tongue swirling along the skin, feeling the rush of blood gather there.

You scraped his back again, your own teeth biting into his shoulder, an exchange of primal possession.

Satoru’s mouth left your neck with a pop! as he stood up. It wasn’t even a matter of effort to carry you, so graceful within the few steps he took before he seated you on a different spot along the bed.

Your back hit the headrest, knees bent and spread as Satoru kissed you again. You were quick to catch him before he pulled away, cupping his face to continue kissing him. 

Satoru breathed a laugh, letting you steal as many kisses as you desired until you needed some air. “I’m here,” he said, staring at you with pure adoration. Had you been on your feet, you would have swooned. 

Fingers hooked into the top of your jeans. 

Satoru stilled, eyes on you. “These are coming off.” Although it was a command, you knew it was permissive. While Satoru had the reins, you had the power to take them back at any time. 

You wouldn’t dream of it. Goosebumps scattered all over your bare skin, hardening your nipples in anticipation. You nodded your consent. 

Like with the removal of your bra, Satoru kept his stare locked with yours, never flitting away as he dragged your jeans and panties off your legs. 

You shivered again to be naked, the first time in front of Satoru, and as he held your gaze, and leaned closer to kiss you, every drop of blood warmed back up. 

Finally, Satoru pushed off, gaze dipping at the center of your thighs. 

Even on the bed, on his knees, you felt so small compared to him. You watched his expression darken slowly like the phase of the moon and silent as night. 

His hands took your knees and pulled you apart wide, spreading you out for his attention.

You were so wet, you averted your gaze, something Satoru was quick to notice. 

“Ah-ah. Don’t get shy on me,” he teased. “Don’t you want to watch me ravish your beautiful pussy?”

Always charismatic, the vulgarity dripped like honey in Satoru’s voice. He could say the filthiest thing to you and you’re sure it’d fill you up like a mouthful of sugar.

Satoru’s lips curved like a fiend, and he could tell that you liked him talking dirty. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” He lowered his face. “And I knew when you’d let me, that your pussy would be so wet and ready for me taste.”

You had envisioned this moment yourself, in various scenarios. But nothing compared to the sight between your spread thighs, held in a strong grip. Blue eyes swallowed in lust and Satoru’s beautiful face leveled with your pussy. 

On instinct, you spread yourself more open with Satoru’s aid. 

“Can this be mine?” A tender kiss to your clit had you nodding your head quickly. 

“Yes,” you stuttered. “Yes, Satoru, it’s yours, I’m yours.”

He smiled, kissing you there again and again until you whined, sliding down the headrest, pussy chasing after his mouth. 

Satoru lifted you back up by your spread legs. He kissed your forehead and then was back between your thighs, arms holding you open and diving his tongue deep into you.

A sharp hiss slipped past gritted teeth. Satoru’s tongue moved and stretched you open.

“Look at me,” he growled. 

You hadn’t realized your eyes were closed, reeling from the initial contact. And the look on Satoru’s face had you spellbound. 

Moisture shining on his lips, split by an impish smirk. 

“Don’t look away from me,” he said. “Just keep these pretty legs spread open so I can make you gush on my mouth.”

You’re not given a moment to respond, bucking your hips and moaning to be reunited with Satoru’s mouth. 

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer as he greedily ate you out. “Satoru—ah!”

He pulled you wider apart, a pleasant strain in your inner thighs bloomed. You didn’t care if you cramped up, you’d gladly stay like this. 

His mouth moved to suck on your clit, pinning you with his stare, sharp enough to prick your resolve. 

“Satoru, I’m gonna—”

He didn’t falter, didn’t stop, didn’t hurry, kept the pace at the perfect languid flow that had your thighs quiver, a gasp rising from your chest, and your release spilling onto Satoru’s mouth.  

A dark moan was heard from between your legs, and as you blinked away the stars from your vision. Satoru’s eyes had rolled back, slurping up your mess, a potion meant for him. 

The muscles in your thighs had numbed at some point, and the blood slowly trickled back when Satoru set them to rest on the bed. 

You had sank deeper, head and shoulders on the headrest, and your back now dipped into the mattress. 

A delicate hand brushed along your jaw, and Satoru’s shadow spilled over you. 

“Delicious,” he said into your lips. “So, fucking delicious.”

You let him take the lead, still recovering from your orgasm, the muscles in your thighs still asleep. 

“Do you want to stop here?” 

This brought you back to life and you blinked up at him with wide eyes. 

Satoru chuckled, kissing your hairline. “Aren’t you cute? One orgasm isn’t enough for you, huh?”

You swallowed, shaking your head, and then pulled him in for another heated kiss. 

Satoru obliged, spoiling your lips, your jaw, and neck, talking and teasing through it all. He breathed your name. “Tell me. What else baby? Because I have an idea.”

You smiled, humming to feel his fingers play with your wet heat. 

“It involves this pretty thing again.” Satoru slapped your folds, flicking your clit. “Do you know what I’m thinking?”

You bucked your hips up in answer. 

“Should I make you guess?”

Another buck of your hips and another light smack to your pussy. 

“I fucking love the way you respond to me,” Satoru said, rewarding you with a finger slipping inside of you. “The pretty sounds you make.”

You released a long hum, filling Satoru’s ear with your appreciation. “Another Satoru, please.”

“Of course, baby,” he said, another finger joining the other. “I’ll give you anything you want. I could never deny you.” He pumped his fingers, drowning them in your slick. “You feel amazing like this. So wet and ready for me.”

You whined, nodding again, desperate, and needy. You’ve been starved for too long, you had never felt more ready than you do now.

“Are you sure?” Satoru husked. 

“Yes, yes.” Licking your lips, you found your voice. “I want you, Satoru.”

And your heart warmed to see his eyes light up behind the dark lust, a voltage sparking with the familiar tenderness. 

He lifted off a little, to undo his belt and remove his jeans. He dragged everything off, including his boxers and your mouth fell open in a low moan. 

Erect, endowed, thick, with a beautiful vein dipping along the shaft. Your pussy fluttered, aching to be filled. 

Satoru took your hips, pulling you lower so that your head laid flat on the bed. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

You nodded as he fell forward, the tip of his dick nudging your entrance. Even that felt big, but you refused to deny yourself of the chance to have him fill you up. 

Satoru brought your hands above your head, lacing his fingers with yours, blue eyes pouring into your gaze. You understood and nodded once more. His lips kissed you the same moment his dick pushed forward. 

Together you hummed, delirious from the contact. 

“You’re…perfect,” Satoru breathed, slowly sinking deeper. 

“Oh…” The stretch was addictive. “Satoru…you feel so good.”

“If you like that,” Satoru said, playful. “There’s more of me waiting.”

Inch by inch, Satoru buried deeper, and you don’t know how much more there’d be. But you didn’t care. You’d accommodate all of him, the man that you waited so long for. You could survive waiting a little more. 

Thankfully, there was no need because his hips met yours and a moment past like that, connected like two puzzle pieces that finally found each other. 

“Are you alright?” Satoru asked, squeezing your hands. 

“I am. Are you?”

He grinned. “I don’t even have the words to describe how amazing I feel right now.” He kissed you, hungry, his restraint withering by the second. 

Like how he refused to deny you, you weren’t going to deny him. 

“Satoru, please, move.” You laughed. 

The slide of his dick as it pulled out had you whimpering from the sudden emptiness. It was short-lived because Satoru pushed back in, moving in a pace that matched a sunrise, a slow burn, but every second worthwhile. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” Satoru thrusted a little faster. “Let me be greedy like that, yeah?” He strained a laugh. “You okay, baby?”

You gasped. “Yes.”

His rhythm quickened, punctuated with a kiss to your lips. “I’m yours, okay? And you’re mine.”

“Yes, Satoru.” You held onto his hands tighter, reveling in him doing the same, crushing them into the mattress. 

His thrusts were needy, fast, urgent. “I love the way you feel,” he grunted around a smile. “Every part of you is perfect.”

He released your hand to rub your clit, reigniting every sensitive nerve. 

You whimpered, bringing your free hand to hold onto his, rubbing your clit together as stars burst into your sights again. 

“That’s it.” Satoru pumped faster now, you could feel his dick pulsing with urgency, and his words clipped. “Knew you’d need a second orgasm. That’s—what I’m here for. To spoil you, and to worship this—beautiful soul of yours. I—”

A low groan cut Satoru’s ramblings, echoing in the room, filling the air with his release, and a warmth spreading along your walls.

“Fuck…” Satoru breathed deeply, blue eyes glossed over, and a lopsided grin spread on his face before he kissed you like he had done a million times already. “Oh baby—that was—phenomenal—you’re—fucking—perfect.” 

The affirmations were strewn along your face and neck with such enthusiasm, the tickle of his lips had you squirming and laughing. 

He pulled back with the same grin and dived back to your neck to pepper more kisses there, stealing more laughs.

“Satoru!” You wriggled underneath him. 

“Hm? You don’t want me kissing you anymore?” he teased, nosing your neck. “I’m not done spoiling you yet.”

Eventually, he relented, opting to roll you over so that you were lying on his chest. His hand trailed up your back, fingertip spinning lazy circles onto your shoulder. 

“How’d you feel?” Satoru filled the silence as he always did. 

Relieved, satisfied, happy. It had been a long personal journey for you. The initial jitters had melted away, and it was all thanks to the patient man that held you close to his heart. 

“I feel good.” You craned your head to look at him. 

He smiled, taking the back of your head, and pulling you in for a long, heated kiss, foreshadowing what he said next. “Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.” ☻

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[otakuworks]

❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. reborn au

feat. Zhongli x Reincarnated!GN!Reader | FINALE | wc. 5.1K

Based on 'See You In My 19th Life' | overview. this webtoon follows the story of a woman who somehow can remember all her past lives.

sum. there's always a factor chaining you from falling in love, usually you can never be bothered, but with Zhongli in your life you may have to pin down the source of your hesitation and possibly unlock new secrets from the consultant

cw. spoilers for the recent 3.4 update and intended inaccuracy of the lore

note. tumblr is so high it auto posted this on January💀💀

main m.list genshin.mlist

PART I < PART II < PART III (finale)

Strange, Zhongli really is the epitome of an oddity. You don't know if he was previously a magician or he simply knows how to make Mora appear out of thin air. Either way, you get freebie whenever he accompanies you in your untimely stroll

Though every freebie means a reward for saving his ass from getting scammed. The amount of times he hands off Mora to a person, who clearly has insidious motives, without second thought pales in comparison to the age of the late Archon.

You thought being friends with Hu Tao has taught him something, but clearly he's an airhead at heart when it comes to money.

Then came a particular day when you and Zhongli stroll in the streets of Liyue, you both passby a travelling storyteller who's halfway of retelling the tale of the lone warrior who sacrificed their life to save a Goddess.

". . .they were heavily guarded and fought neither for the Seven Seats nor to survive. Lady Guizhong also wrote in her tale that they were buried somewhere in the Guili Plains to commemorate the Lone Warrior's good deeds."

Eons of living can grant you insurmountable patience and restraint from spitting unfiltered comments that a person may take umbrage, you thoroughly believed you've mastered those skills long ago, if you slip a crack then you'd almost be an oxymoron.

"Bullcrap."

. . .You are a moron, after all.

You gained an immediate reaction from the consultant beside you who perched an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued.

You cough between your fist, "I don't intend to vilify Liyue's folklore, but that was straight up flawed."

Coming out as a bumptious person is the last thing you want now that you've gotten a new ally, but they were talking about you, more precisely about your past life as a swordsman.

Who knows someone better than themselves? And for Achon's sake why do they have to dub you as the Lone Warrior? Ugh, now you can sympathize what Diluc feels being called Darknight Hero. Yes, you know about his alter ego, can't fool a master disguiser.

"Why do you believe otherwise?"

"Huh?" When you gaze up at him, you saw the same intensity in his eyes when you first met him as he reiterated the question.

"O-Oh. . . sorry, I just didn't expect you to be open-minded when I literally called a famous Liyue story bullcrap."

The corners of his lips tugged up in a curious smile, "Let's assume we share the same thoughts, and I want to hear yours."

You didn't understand what he meant but his compelling voice made you speak your innermost knowledge of history without a shred of a doubt, "Most content of the tale is accurate since it was written by the Goddess herself, from the description of their appearance, their background, and deeds before the spark of the Archon war, it's all veridical. However, the part where the Warrior is buried somewhere in the Guili Plains is what makes it erroneous."

"How so?" Zhongli queried almost immediately when you paused for a second to construct the proper words without offending the anyone who opposed your opinions.

"First and foremost, the Lone Warrior was never buried in the first place, for their body was nowhere to be found amongst the corpse of the warpath. Instead of saying they were buried, Lady Guizhong built a stone slab in the Guili Plains to commemorate the Warrior however, due to the circumstances of the Karmic Dept, the slab is most likely destroyed from the uncontrolled rampage of a Yaksha."

As far as you can reckon, the Yaksha who destroyed the slab must have died feeling guilty for eradicating the one memoir of the Lone Warrior. At that time, it was all a speculation from you who knows what the Yaksha must be feeling, but now all of it don't matter.

Saving Guizhong is a choice you've never regretted, Morax felt happy and contented in her presence, it's enough to suffice everything. A simple stone slab won't change your standpoint, even without one you'd gladly do it for the second time.

"What about you, Zhongli? You said we. . ."

Your voice slowly fades away with the wind to carry out amongst the trees and may Barbatos hears this conversation to let him know he had found his Y/N.

He had always imagine what sort of interaction happens between two bards, given the fact you've once told him you play the lyre when you were a child, he's eager to see you in action.

"Hmm, as I thought, we do share commonity in the matter."

That piqued your interest, "Pray tell."

You've never met anyone who's well versed in history like you do.

"I also believe the Lone Warrior never had their deserved burial, but Guizhong made it possible to tell the tale of the mortal who made saved her life. While I personally think they're righteous, it still baffles me why would they sacrifice themselves for someone they're not well acquainted with."

You awkwardly laugh at his astute observation, feeling the perspiration forming on your forehead. Historians often ask the same inquiry; why did they save Guizhong? The tale itself didn't hold any answer for that, and a handful of Liyue citizens doubt the honor of the Lone Warrior because of this— Zhongli is one of them.

"Regardless of their intention, the Lone Warrior has my respect, for their sacrifice has led for another woman's salvation, it is nothing to be easily disregarded." Zhongli added, taking a few steps ahead.

"I've noticed how you accolade the people of the past, especially their noble hearts and their contribution to Liyue. It almost sounds like it's what you do to your. . . umm, deceased loved ones."

His eyes bleaked, for a moment you thought you crossed a line, but he spoke in a solemn voice, "I have actually, I've lost so many good people over the years, but I've learned to move on and look back in the past with a smile."

Yeah, you definitely crossed a line just there.

Your eyes find purchase on your shoes, "You're a strong man, Zhongli. I can only imagine how you managed to do that. Is that one of the factors you decided to become a consultant?"

He seemed to hesitate to answer, as if contemplating his thoughts first, ". . .I wouldn't say it's a defining factor, but yes."

"Do you ever look back to your loved ones without. . . hurting as much as it did on the first time?"

"It's a good thing to remember someone who meant a lot to you, but if the memory of that person is making you suffer, you need to let them go. You might feel guilty at first, but after a while you'll be able to think of them again without hurting nor feeling guilty."

Just then, a fierce wind struck and swept through their bodies. The dry leaves that hung from the branches rustled loudly as moonlight illuminated. Zhongli, who silently looked towards the clamoring branches, murmured in a low voice only for your ears.

"Do not rush yourself to move on, everyone has different pace. It might take you years or decades, even centuries and I'll still be with you, so do not worry about going through this alone."

Did you hear that? It's the sound of your heart thundering.

Before you know it, you were giggling to yourself.

Your laughter bubbles up from between your lips like a clear spring, unrestrained peals of genuine amusement. The sound is so mellifluous, he almost can’t find it in him to comprehend that it came at his expense. It makes him feel special.

"It makes me think how old you really are, you sound like you've been living for thousands of years." You jested. "You're not wrong." He promptly followed. What...? That must've been a joke, eh?

"You sure do know how to do your job. I felt better after hearing that. Thank you, Zhongli."

One moment you were facing him, the next you're suddenly squashed against his chest as he cages you in his arms protectively. Not a good position to be in when your heart began to pump rapidly as his scent rubbed on you.

You were about to ask him what was the matter when you heard an audible and heavy thump behind you followed by a burst of the Geo element. Zhongli looked down on you.

"I apologize for my action, but your life was on the line, so I acted out of instinct." Yet he doesn't make any indication to let you go any time sooner, his hold on you only tightens.

You hid your flushed cheeks by coughing, "I'm not made out of glass, I can handle myself perfectly fine." Yet you didn't move from where you are and held onto his clothes.

"Correct, a few slimes are no big deal, but I can't take any compromises when it's comes to you, Y/N."

"I-If you have time to flirt then just get on with the slimes." You demanded with a huff. You should've seen how he had looked like a lost puppy, "But I wasn't flirting with you, I'm merely expressing my thoughts regarding about you."

"That's even worse!" You exclaim, having no courage to look at him.

That night felt like some distant memory, some dream too far for him to grasp. He thought of your eyes, shimmering in the light of the moon, of your laugh, loud and joyous.

He could picture you perfectly, the warm orange of the lanterns lighting half of your face while the cool light of the moon illuminating the other side.

And it's not a secret he's enamored with you. Even Xiao can deduce the subtle smile everytime your name is mentioned. He hasn't seen an ardor look on him for hundreds of years, it felt anomalous to see him blush like a teenager.

The Traveler and the floating emergency food didn't seem to mind the two, but Paimon has been really curious about it.

If Zhongli likes you then can't he just straight up confess that in your face? Life would've been so simple if people are straightforward🙄

Rough representation;

There's no concrete answer for it yet, liking Zhongli more than what you two are amidst the process of your healing would seem like he's taken you out of pity.

You don't want that type of relationship. You opt to sort yourself before consulting your mixed feelings you have with the consultant.

And by that literally means;

"You want to accompany the traveler in Jueyun Karst?" You responded with a resigned sigh.

Each day spent with him only shows a fraction of how ridiculous you probably sound to a youthful man.

Everyone in Liyue knows no mortal can get in Jueyun Karst, even if they did there would be no merit to achieve unless you're seeking for a beautiful view of the clouds.

"Yes, the adepti Ganyu had gone missing for days, the traveler asked me if I know the shortest way to Jueyun Karst, and I proposed to be their guide."

Lies.

The traveler is capable of navigating their way to Jueyun Karst.

In fact, they already left this morning and it's noon as you speak.

You only used that excuse to skedaddle your way out of the dilemma you got yourself into. You need the cortisol to die down. And that won't happen if the said dilemma is with you (e.t. Zhongli)

"Hmm. . . so, you've been in Liyue before yet you still accepted my offer to give you a tour." His statement gives off an accusatory tone, but his lopsided grin tells you otherwise.

You shot him a sheepish smile. "How can I let the opportunity of conversing with a handsome man go to waste? There's a reason why I'm an adventurer, Zhongli."

He shakes his head, "How long you'll be away?"

"Not that long, I'd say only a few hours. Why? Are you going to miss me?"

You only meant it as a joke, you didn't think he'd take it seriously.

"Yes."

You see, this is the reason why you want to avoid him.

Hah! In the end, you found yourself winded up somewhere in Yujing Terrace. You heard Glaze Lillies bloom in this area, it reminded you of My. Tianheng where a field of Glaze Lillies can be found everywhere.

"Another flower is blooming, such a beautiful sight, if only life can be as beautiful as these Glaze Lillies." You nearly yelp at the sudden voice speaking near your ear and reeled back.

"Oh, dear. I'm sorry if I had scared you." An aged lady with her gray hair tucked in a low bun spoke. "I'm fine. . ."

"Call me Madame Ping. You look quite familiar to me, child. Are you perhaps the adventurer the Wangsheng consultant was talking about?" You crane your neck at her question.

"U-Uh. . . if you're talking about Y/N L/N then yes, that would be me. May I ask what made you so certain it's me?"

"Ah! He hasn't stopped talking about you since he visited this place. That man is so stoic looking, but when he hears your name it looks like he's a different man all of a sudden."

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply through your nose in any attempt to bring your nerves down. You had heard those words on multiple occasions— that Zhongli was different around you, that he cared for you like he cared for no one else. There had been a few times where that statement rang true. Some that don't.

Zhongli felt like a breath of fresh air, a sunshine on a cloudy day, a tall mountain summit from afar. You loved the way he listens to your beliefs, you loved the way he trusts you with his secrets and experiences, you loved the way he deeply cares to others, you love the way he seemed to brighten up every room he walked into.

Goddamn you love everything about that man!

Even his stupidity to pecuniary is lovable.

Somehow he managed to bring joy to the same place you always associated with agony— every corner of the place was happier with him around.

It's no wonder you feel something that can only be named as infatuation— a feeling you once harbored towards Morax, but failed to realize it until your death.

But that had been so long ago, back when you were a little kid determined to become an adult. Now you're an adventurer with a thousand adventures under your belt. Now you were strong and experienced and prepared. And yet, you're still hesitating. Why?

"What seems to cause your inner turmoil, child?"

Your breath hitched and your intake became shallow, it feels like being reborn again. An advantageous thing about reincarnation is that you get to experience love in many forms, mainly familial love.

It was your gateway from the gripping anxiety you feel whenever you overhear hearsay in your town about Morax.

But not once did a family ever asked you for your problems, it's not their fault being unaware of your curse and if they did ask you would've probably non the wiser— it was because they don't share the same sentiment having to live for thousand years.

With Madame Ping, you feel so inclined to relay your thoughts as if you're indeed a child ranting problems with your mom, something about her just puts your mind at ease. And you only just met her not too long ago.

You took a deep breath and tore your gaze from the Glaze Lillies, "There's this man that I fostered feelings for, since I started liking him. . . I always felt like I'm standing over burning charcoal. Do you know what that feels like? Not being able to stop my feet from moving even for a moment. I can't run. I want to, but there's something holding me back."

"Hmm, that sounds too complex," she sighs, "then again, being young has many complexities just as we adults have. With the way you're describing it, I won't say it's holding you back, child."

You lifted your gaze at her, confusion now painted your features.

"If I were to put it, you're simply tangled up in your past."

"W-What—"

"And you need closure if you want to face your feelings head on."

A closure? Is that what I'm missing? Should I vent my pent up feelings? Ugh. . . Will that really help?

Sensing your dubious demeanor, Madame Ping smiled, "You do not need to heed my words. I'm simply offering a suggestion."

"No, I'll consider it. In fact, I think it's the best course to deal with this. Thank you, Madame Ping!"

And so you dash from the place in search of something.

You run pass the vast greenery of viridescent grasses and colorful wildflowers— a meadow, where you'd usually go for meandering while accompanied by the evening breeze or gilding sunlight. It was perfect setting of tranquility for a maladaptive daydreamer like yourself. You'd imagine yourself laying down and naming the constellations that coincidentally appear in the sky, or count the exotic birds that flew by, or hum a tune that's been lost in history.

Looking at you now versus your past self equates for hypocrisy.

An amalgamation of both morose and agitated countenance now marred your features. Any person who sees you would imagine how tumultuous your life has been, it's nowhere near nirvana.

Trembling as you arrived at your destination, you stand in front of Morax's statue and traces the meticulous handwork with the pads of your fingers. The entire place feels like him, as though you’re with him at arms reach, but too far to actually hold him.

"It's really pathetic how I try so hard to move on, only to come back to you when something is amiss in my life," you murmured, "but I'm not here to endlessly whine about every misfortune in life, I want to release this feeling in order for me to be appeased."

You heaved a deep breath.

"I love you, Morax. I still do. No amount of flowery apologies can fix the damage I made for stalling my confession to you. I was young and had a plethora of uncertainties that made me second-guess myself. I guess. . . the guilt of leaving you pushed me to the brink of watching over you throughout my consecutive reincarnations, I wanted to make sure you were happy. And now, I want to be happy too. I feel happy with Zhongli and I don't want to make the same mistake of hesitating then later regret on it."

Some days your sadness was a mild lisp. It barely scratched the surface of your voice, but today melancholy had waged a full scale assault on your vocal chords.

"I've decided I'll confess to him, not today, I still need to build the courage to face him. I'm thankful for the time we spent our earliest days together, truly I am, but it's time for me to move on. One day I will look back on our childhood and say 'I love you' once more without the lingering ache in my heart. I'll never stop coming back to you, Morax. . . so, instead of bidding farewell, I'll see you later."

It felt good to vent your feelings out that you nearly cried that day as you walk back in Wangshu Inn and now you're ready to confess your feelings to the consultant whenever you're ready. And whether he'll accept it or not is entirely up to him.

"Are you free this , Y/N?" A strange look obscured the consultant's face, what's even more strange is the fact he's not even looking you directly.

"Yes. . .?" Something tells you he's not in a good mood.

Crap. . . someone give him Mora! ASAP!

"I wish to speak with you alone. Will you come with me in Mt. Tianheng?" Asked the consultant who seemed a bit on edge this evening after you came back. His spurious stone cold expression obnubilated akin to the look of a man who's gearing up for war.

His ominous mien warranted your logic to say no to him, but you're too far on the line of sanity to even refuse the man you like. "Sure."

>> TIMESKIP. . .

You thought not confessing early to Morax before your death was the worst decision you've ever made. Think again, 'cuz this is most definitely the worst, baddest and stupidest decision ever.

You never made it a point to come back to this place— it brought back a storm of memories, some of which were more comfortable being shoved to the recesses of your mind and be kept there for eternity. But for whatever reason, you feel inclined to follow him and disregard the uneasiness of returning in Mt. Tianheng.

Zhongli has been strangely quiet all the way here, at this point he'd be randomly stating facts, not be a complete mute-walking pillar.

Thus, you suck up your inner turmoil and deal with it instead of fleeing right off the bat.

"You're strong for keeping your head up this far." He accolades suddenly to particularly no one, except if he was referring to you.

"Me?"

He comes to an abrupt stop and finally, FINALLY faces you. And shit do his visage screams he's not playing around. He's not here to be buddy-buddy with you. He looks genuinely distress.

About what though?

. . .

. . . . .

. . . . . . .

Oh. . .

Oh no!

Did he see through your lies earlier? That you're supposed to be with the traveler in Jueyun Karst? Double shit! Not good!

A thin sheen of sweat accumulated on your forehead as you try to come up with an excuse, "U-Uh. . ." but came up with nothing.

You mentally prepared yourself for a parade of admonishing words from Zhongli, you genuinely thought he's going to nitpick on why you shouldn't have lied to him and probably question the motives behind your action. At least that's what you thought.

"This guilt is unbearable even for an immortal."

"Yes, I know I lied about going with the traveler in—. . . Huh?"

What?

His eyes seemed to shine brighter than the stars as he stares deeply into yours. You sense an underlying promise in those determined orbs, it instilled the feeling of anticipation and anxiety.

"I am Morax."

The air suddenly became suffocating for YOU. Breathing gets hard. There’s this feeling in your chest that’s gnawing through your body, affecting your every movement.

Conflagrated flames and scalding ice, the physical feeling tied up in all the emotions that seem to leak from ZHONGLI'S features— fear, hope and adoration churned his guts.

An unkempt strand of your hair overshadowed your eyes from Zhongli's standpoint. It seems as though he made the decision that'll compromise the friendship he had built with you.

Being the bearer of the knowledge of your reincarnation didn't come easy for an immortal who's supposed to be imposing as a mortal.

Ever since he saw you paying respect for his passing, his instinct is blaring at him to tell you his true identity. Though he has to admit it's not entirely his gut-feel that added a major factor of what he had done now— it was his selfishness, yet again.

He had gone through multiple scenarios of what your reaction may be; Would you laugh at his face? Are you going to dismiss his claims and think it's a prank? Will you run away from him?

Not like it matters to him.

You can do all of those and he'd still want to be with you.

Heck! He knew you were telling a fib about your involvement in the Traveler's quest and it didn't change his feelings for you.

". . ."

As crickets filled his ears, he takes a feeble step forward and spoke in a solemm voice, "You must have a lot of questions, I can guarantee to answer all of them but know that it was never my intention to prolong your suffering by hiding my identity."

He knows.

He GODDAMN knows!

Your words broke up and all you could mutter were stuttering sounds. Hot tears streamed down your face, and squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope the tears would stop. Your choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time as stand there unmoving. What else is there to say?

Before you know it, both of your shoulders were grasped in a firm but gentle grip of gloved hands. There's so many mixed feelings stirring in a boiling pot, and you can't make out a definite conclusion until you arrive in some sort of resulting point.

Are you angry for his decision to play dead? Betrayed he kept this from you? Pained that he didn't trust you? Relieved that he's really alive in the flesh? Happy that he knows it's you and you don't have to pretend around him? Which is it?

Amidst all the chaotic thoughts, you still feel safe in the presence of Zhongli— Yes, Zhongli. You hate how it feels so warm, you hate how you want to bask in his embrace, you hate the solace you find yourself in when he's around even in your worst time. Just then, similarly back in Inazuma, the sky shed tears to empathize your mourning heart. The heavens really find your suffering amusing.

In your haze vision, he was moving his lips but the words fell on deaf ears, your sense of hearing refuse to comprehend the meaning behind his statement. It's probably for the best.

Zhongli, the ever so keen who promptly took notice, snaked his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in a somber embrace and gently placed your head in his chest— an act of shielding you from the dangers of the world and offers you a safe haven.

The veil dropped and walls crumbled.

Your feeble hands grasped his flaunting waistcoat like a helping hand. Your scream synchronises with the thundering and the minimum space between you muffled the cries. Your undecipherable emotions echoes with the storm like a reflection on the mirror.

And everything leads to the man desperately clinging to your bare fingers on the cliffside of a bottomless pit you dug yourself into.

"Look at me."

Compelled to do so, you lifted your blurry gaze. A Geo Archon known for his wisdom and strength, is standing in his barest version. The version of a man who weeps only in the presence of whom he loves and trusts.

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"Z-Zhongli. . ."

A single index finger met your quivering lips, "Shh. . . The rain isn't stemmed from sadness. So get drenched, and be refreshed. I hope it washes away the hot bitterness felt by your heart. When that hurt washes away, let's return home together."

". . . Together? It sounds surreal. . . I don't want to believe it."

"May I kiss you for proof?"

You're too absorbed in the heat of moment that every rational decision flew out the window, but maybe the most rational thing to do is to indulge yourself.

You nodded, with your permission Zhongli has never been the happiest till this day.

His lips descended on yours with fervor, immediately you can feel his desperation, his love, his determination, his grief— it's overwhelming it almost knocked you on your feet. Quite fortunate he has his hand on your back to keep you steady while the other is on your cheek as he drowns you in his presence.

You feel hot, it's unusual during the rain shower, but the hypnotic intimacy he applies in his action takes your breath away.

Heat pooled in your stomach, the prospect of kissing Zhongli is something you didn't know you'd be craving for more and your heart skipped a few beats.

Your whole body tingled, the feel of his towering frame leaning on you as he encased you in his arms felt like you're ascending to Celestia.

Albeit slowly, you felt yourself gradually being pulled up to the surface accompanied by the hands of your savior.

It still wasn't clear if he's dreaming this moment, but there was raw emotion in the way you weave your fingers through his free tresses and caress his scalp. Zhongli kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty glance at you every time he comes back for air to assure himself this isn't a product of his imagination.

He doubts the authenticity of it all. He's not sure if nature rooted for this moment or if Celestia tricked him into this perfect present to appease his guilt, but every passing second makes him want to stay in this illusion and for the first time in eons, he felt like a little dragon discovering new treasures— he discovered you yet again.

Slowly, the pull apart, chest heaving and face flustered.

Zhongli suddenly felt more guilt, he had acted out of the line and kissed without properly courting you, not so gentlemanly. The smile on your face, however, eased the guilt in his heart and subconsciously mirrored your smile, it was simply contagious.

"It's really you, huh? I can't believe I didn't realize it was you." You placed your palm on his cheek as to reassure your sanity, in response he leaned impossibly closer to your hand.

"Words cannot describe how much I want to expose myself to you, and how apologetic I am for staging my death. Had I've been aware of your existence and your knowledge of the past, I would have come up a different solution and not cause you more pain."

Yeah, it really is him. No other man can look after your feelings like he does, and there's no other man lovable as him.

"I really want to ask how did you know, not only of my reincarnation, but also my awareness of my previous life. Is it because you were a former Archon?"

Heaving a deep sigh, he pressed his forehead on yours, his fingers traverse down the corner of your lips until it wipes away from what it looks like the remnants of your tears.

"I don't need to be an Archon to know it's you. Your kindness, compassion and everything beautiful will always attract me no matter what form you may take. No other being can impersonate someone so precious as you, Y/N. It's why I knew it was you the moment you wear your heart on your sleeve."

Times like this always reminds you why you fell for him so hard.

"As for your memories of the past. . . you weren't exactly being cautious of your words when you were speaking to my statue. No normal mortal has ever called me Morax other than you."

Oh. . . you were rather grateful for it.

"So, you're saying I'm not normal to you?"

"Y/N, reincarnating while retaining your memories is not exactly a trait of a standard normal mortal." He does have a point.

"Hey, look. The rain has stopped."

Hands adorned of scars, bruises and wounds that once grasped the pointed end of every sharp edged rocks are now held by the calloused hands of another fighter.

You watch as the lustrous moon rose up the sky, pride was balm from its full fledged form, exuding sufficient fulguration for the inky night and the prodigious number of stars turned into extraordinary bright white hued after the rain. For the first time, the deepest somber night just came out of its humble abode.

He kept his eyes on you and his forehead glued on yours, it looks like he's not planning on letting you go any time sooner, "Indeed, it seems like your heart has eased up too."

"Yes, and I have you thank for that." You gently grabbed the wrist caressing your face and rubbed figures of eight. "Thank you for having the courage of revealing your true self, it have me the right to courage to fess up what's on my mind."

You pulled away from his embrace and took his hand on yours, you can feel his burning eyes fixated on your actions, "I never got the chance to confess everything when I was dying in your arms. I thought it was for the best, but I'll say it now."

Watching you straighten your spine, Zhongli couldn't hide his anticipation. He has vague idea what you mean, but he didn't want to keep his hopes up, so he remained calm and let you continue.

"I love you. Whether you're known as Morax, Rex Lapis, Zhongli or any other names, I'm hopelessly in love with you because to me you're the dragon who kept me safe from the dangers and prioritize me over your own happiness. You're my first friend, my first confidant, my first partner in crime, my first protector, my first crush and most importantly, you're my first love. You're my every first, and you'll be my very last."

Every joyful feeling known to man hit Zhongli like a meteor and he couldn't help himself to claim your lips once again. This time he was more gentler and more on conveying his overjoyed expression. The kiss was brief as he pulled away immediately.

"I have always adored you, Y/N. Your death nor your lack of reciprocation doesn't make my feelings any different. Do you remember the promise I made? I will take you at the highest peak of the sky, I meant it literally that time, I'm more willing to fulfill that promise both literally and figuratively.bI'm grateful to have met you in my life, and I'm more grateful that you feel the same as I do. I will do my best to keep you happy, Y/N."

"Dummy! I should be the one saying that." Your eyes began to feel moisture yet again. "Would you look at us. It took us a couple thousands of years before getting to this point, it's almost laughable and I— ACHOO!"

". . ."

". . ."

"Let's head back. It almost slip my mind humans are quite fragile even just a few drops of rain, and your drenched clothes are not helping."

"Aren't you the one who told me to get drenched and be refreshed?" You replied sardonically, though the lovesick smile on your face betrays you.

He chuckled, "Let's continue this back home."

Home with him. It sent the elephants stomping in your stomach. Forget the fluttering butterflies!

He intertwined your fingers with his as you both walk back with goofy smiles, "Yeah, let's head home."

An idyllic hilly meadow greeted your sight as you stand tall after an arduous journey. Beside you is the prize worth of every gems in the world. As your blood-soaked hand held his, the two of you embarked a new journey towards tomorrow.

And this this time, you won't be alone. Mazes may seperate you two along the way, you'll always find your way back to each other's arms. A farewell between star crossed lovers doesn't exist, for they will meet later on at the end.

─ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃. werp that will wrap up this series, I'll be working on with all of your requests and if I can insert the Xiao version of this then it's considered lucky. thank you everyone for supporting this fic, for encouraging me to continue more than one part and sharing your thoughts about it. i value comments more than anything so pls tell me what you think, I don't reply to all comments but I read all of them 💙💜

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Hello! May i ask about the lmk reborn au? If there is a monkey verson of TK, did you draw it or some doodles about it? I really love your lmk reborn au plus i wanna see what future MK looks like in lmk au! i only see a side view of future MK and you inspired me with your to keep going with lmk and other more! I thank you for that, you became one of my top favorites! (P.S Keep it up! )

TK in fact canonically DOES NOT have a mystic monkey form- I drew a hyopthetical one at some point but i can't find it rn haha. TK is a normal mortal Human kid- that just so happens to have a bit of that mystic monkey spark! And yes of course! Here's some more Reborn AU MK Designs! (The first one is drawn by @EshapRC on Twitter!)

And these are all drawn by me!

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"He's not my father!" - a luke skywalker fanfic idea (AU)

Kinda had this thought in my head for a while. Luke Skywalker is reborn in a galaxy where Order 66 never happened, Palpatine was killed by Mace Windu, Anakin never became a Sith and Padme lived. That doesn't mean everything is sunshine and rainbows. The empire still weighs heavily, its infrastructure not completely destroyed along with their leader. Little Luke Remembers. Nobody's having the best time. All Luke wants to do is go home.

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Luke doesn't come to his memories right away. They come in nightmares. He has had constant nightmares since he was a child about the life he lived before (sequels notwithstanding) and when he is 9 years old something happens. Holding his father's lightsaber and lighting it, the breeze brushing through his hair and he thinks 'Oh'.

He passes out. The memories and the force caused him to convulse and scream. The force had always been fond of the young boy, not the passive serenity Obi-wan faced or the beating heart of Anakin Skywalker. However, the fondness did not abate the suffering to come. The windows crack and the walls shake. Anakin is trying to reach him, but something has slammed him and his wife into the wall. Luke's force presence shifting, morphing, and tearing. Leia wouldn't stop screaming. Echoing the anguish cries. This can't be happening. Anakin thought.

Anakin and Padme were adamant about not having the Jedi teach their children. The Jedi had come gently to ask, but quickly took their leave afterwards. They hardly talked to the Council. Perhaps from some anger or pain or maybe guilt. Perhaps it was a mistake to keep them away. Obi-wan had come around often and Luke loved him. Loved him so much that when the nightmares came only Obi-wan could comfort him. Sobbing into the man’s robes saying a nickname given by a long lost love.

"Ben. Ben. Why didn't you tell me?" The boy gripped the Jedi's robes tightly, squishing his little face to hide the tears, the terror.

Obi-wan would ask what, but the boy couldn't remember or couldn't say.

"Anakin. Padme. Have you thought about bringing him to the temple?" Obi-wan took them aside to ask after one such episode to where only Obi-wan could comfort.

Oh, how that stung both of them. Luke, during the suffering, hadn't recognized his mother. Treating her as if she were a stranger and Anakin, he treated him with resistance and violence. Oftentimes, Anakin had to take Leia aside while they wait for it to go down. Helpless to stop it.

Obi-wan's question sparked anger and a leaving to where little Luke hadn't seen his Ben for over a year.

When little Luke stopped screaming, they had rushed over. His force prescence injured, weak and cold. Quickly, they reached out to the very people they once didn't let him go to.

"Help you, we will." Master Yoda eyes gazed at the Chosen One's face. Anakin refused to look into them.

"The Jedi halls of healing may be the best place to monitor him." Master Windu, the Sith Slayer and Hero of the Republic stares at their exhausted figures. An offer of compassion of help despite all the animosity.

Both parents had tried so hard to keep him away, but they had reached their limit. At this point, Luke could die or kill someone. Padme could still feel the echoing of the force around her neck like hands trying to choke her.

"We'll be on our way in the morning." Padme's hoarse voice croacked out.

After ending the call they gathered little Luke and Leia into their arms and took them to bed. When they shut their eyes, the force lulling them to sleep they didn't realize Little Luke getting up and out of bed.

They didn't hear the packing of clothes, the grab of credits or the sound of the door shutting.

When they woke Little Luke Skywalker couldn't be found. He was gone.

#luke skywalker #star wars #obi wan kenobi #star wars fanfiction #Luke is not having a good time #neither is anakin or padme #will this be bashing of either no #But bombastic side eye #We love obi-wan kenobi in this house #Look Luke didn't think he would wake up in a whole different universe with different parents and a different Leia #He is not happiest about it #He's like yeah my previous life was not the greatest but it was still mine and my leia is still there. #anakin skywalker #Luke just wants to be home #Where do you y'all guess he went to? #Tatooine of course :) He misses it in this one.

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when you gave me your name

🌙 staring. Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. he’s a fae that lives forever, and you're his mortal soulmate, created to tantalize him, over and over again

cw/ tw.  body worship, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, lots of foreplay, praise, petnames, multiple positions, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.2k

🍭 aus. fae au, soulmate au, established relationship

☀️ mlist + inspo. ✘ ✘ ✘

“It’s not fair,” you huff, adjusting your form on the checkered picnic blanket while the man with pretty white hair toys with the hem of your dress, pushing it higher up your thigh-

“What’s not fair, darling?” he asks, humouring you while his eyes stay fixed on his task… he knows exactly what you’re talking about, as you’ve brought it up countless times over the hundreds of years that your soul’s been reincarnated with the purpose of finding him again.

The immortal fae enjoys hearing each new rendition of your woes, and he can’t help the smile of amusement when you say quite simply, “all of it.”

There’d been a time when your soul would recite a whole monologue about the devastation of being reborn, stuck in a cycle of growing to bloom- and not being able to live out your days with the fae you were fatefully tied to- 

Wonwoo’d found himself particularly fond of that reincarnation of you. And even now, with your simple words on the situation, he loves you with the fuel of a thousand life times.

“There’s a reason for it,” The fae explains, sitting up and pulling you into his arms. When he speaks, he does so slowly, choosing his words.

“Meeting you was a trick of fate,” he tells you. “Something on the wind that night, drew me in, and I found you in a fairy circle, a human on the brink of death- you became mine that night - you didn’t know it, not at the time, but you became mine.” his hand cups at your face, and he cradles you against his chest. 

“You became mine,” he says again, tilting your head up so he can look into your eyes, “when you gave me your name. It was a simple thing,” he laughs, “but in that moment, you tied us together.”

“And then I died,” you whisper, filling in the end of the story that he’d avoided- but it doesn’t matter, because the memory is coming back to you now.

You’ve had so many past lives at this point, that it’s hard to recall them all- but you don’t need to, because there’s only one unifying thing that matters, and that’s the man who’s holding you right now… 

With each kiss, sparks of memory erupt in the peripheries of your mind.

“Did you know?” you ask, bringing a hand up to brush some of the pretty white hair out of his eyes. “When I died, did you know I’d be coming back to you?”

“Not at the time,” Wonwoo admits, gaze lingering on your lips before focusing on you eyes again. “At first, I felt a longing, and I couldn’t explain it. I searched aimlessly, for many, many years but nothing quite fit… finally, I told the stars about you.”

“You did?” 

The beautiful fae nods solemnly. “And in the dead of winter, some time after my confession to the stars, the moon answered me.”

“She did?” you hold your breath- waiting on his next words.

“She told me,” your soulmate says, cupping your face and brushing his thumb across your cheek. “To be patient. She told me that if I waited till the next equinox in spring, I’d find you again, where I’d left you before. My little flower.”

His lips brush by yours and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, body lifted by the kiss like a fresh breath of air- 

“She told me,” the ethereal man whispers, lips teasing your cheek and to your ear, “that every quarter or a century, if I was patient, you’d bloom for me in the same spot for a week, to celebrate the Spring,” he’s laid you down on the blanket now, claiming the area between your legs, “and all that comes with it.”

Your struck by images of succulent fruits, like those in the picnic basket nearby, and of young animals; ducklings and deer-

The fae slips his hand over yours, lacing your fingers while applying more of his weight down on your form, he watches your expression, eyes quick to note any change. 

“What are you thinking, my love?” he asks, attention returning to the spot on your neck that has your body tingling with pleasure. 

Your eyes close, and you push your chest up towards him, stretching amongst the cloud like fluffs of duvet. “I’m remembering how much I love your lips,” you sigh pleasantly, as you thread your fingers through his hair.

Your ethereal soulmate lets out a hum of amusement, and you can feel him grinning. “Is there a particular place you’d like my lips to be, my love?” he asks, already beginning a decent down to your collarbones that has you moaning in delight-

“How do you stand the wait?” you ask, finding yourself equal parts ready to have the man make you cum undone over and over again- and equal parts thirsty to hear more about his thoughts and feelings, to learn about the man who you’ve spent so many life times meeting for the last of your days-

“I dream of you,” he says simply, fingers toying with the straps of your pretty dress. “It’s one of the pleasantries fate provides in instances like ours- the number of mortals tied to undying beings like myself are few and far in between.” 

“I dreamt of you too,” you admit. “Although, I’d never really realized they were memories until now-” and you suppose that’s the point. 

There’d always been something missing in your life- boyfriends never fit, and there’d always been a white haired stranger in your slumber, with eyes that you could never get out of your head- And then, when you’d turned twenty-five, something had called you to go to the forest. A thrum in your chest, a pull- 

You’d repeat your death time and time again, with something as innocent as falling asleep in a circle mushrooms- or as some would call it, a fairy ring. 

Mortals aren’t meant for Wonwoo’s realm, and when he’d found you, it had been the natural energy of the powerful fae that kept you from fully succumbing to the overwhelm of what some would consider paradise. 

At the time, Wonwoo hadn’t had any fruit, no nectar to give you, no food of the fair folk to help you acclimatize- but he’d brought you a feast the first spring he’d had you back in his arms, of strawberries and raspberries, nectar champagnes and peaches, grapes and cheese made from goats herded by pixies in the western reaches of his realm-

He sustains you for seven days with food fit for a queen, and the love of an everlasting being fuelled by thousands of years of communing with the stars- 

And you’d hardly notice it yourself, but your lover barely eats any food at all. The fae has a taste for something only you can give, and he waits twenty five years for a feast of his own. 

For mortals like you, time is a finicky thing in Wonwoo’s realm. You’ve been here a day already, and your soulmate is not sure if you’ve even realized, as night had come and gone with your eyes closed, hands threaded through white locks while your lover worshipped you over and over-

He’s hungry again, as the sky shifts with pretty pink and orange sherbert coloured clouds, trees sighing a breath of floral relief into the clearing that’s become Wonwoo’s sanctuary, his favourite place, every quarter of a century-

“Wonwoo?” 

He groans at the sound of his name on your lips, and he looks up at you from between your legs, his hands pushing the fabrics of your dress up- “yes, my love?”

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me the story about the moon,” you tell him, breathing a sigh of pleasure when he presses an open mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. “In all the lives we’ve had, it’s new.”

He hums a sound of affirmation, moving his attention to your other side, playing with the hem of your dress there too. “I have to keep some secrets you know,” he teases.

“Even so,” you let out a sigh of content when your lover finally exposes your core, his breath hot against you, “Why now? Why this lifetime? Such a pretty story-”

“I won’t fault you for not remembering,” he says, shifting from between your legs so he can get closer to you, “I’m sure you have many, many memories swirling through that pretty head of yours,” his lips graze by your ear, “happy anniversary, darling.”

“Anniversary?” you tighten your legs around his hips.

“It’s been a millennium,” Wonwoo tells you, cupping your face and pressing lips to your own gently. 

“Has it really?” you ask in shock, blinking up at the beautiful fae, who nods in confirmation.

“It’s a long time for a mortal,” he empathizes, thumb brushing by your cheek bone.

“But not for you.”

“It feels like quite a lengthy period, when i’m not with you, my love,” Wonwoo says, “but the wait is always worth it.” 

When he kisses you again, every thought drifts away, and you wrap your arms around the fae, pulling him flush to your body. 

“I missed you,” he breathes, hot mouth descending again- and you’re briefly enthralled by memories of how often in the millenia of encounters that your soulmate has followed the same path of kisses from your lips to your neck, down your chest and past your bellybutton- 

“Missed how soft you are-” his fingers brush up your thighs, bringing goosebumps in their wake as his breath fans over your core- “how sensitive.” 

The man between your legs loves the way the fabrics of your dress bunch near his head when he buries his face in your core, his hands adjusting your hips while his shoulders push forward, spreading your thighs to accommodate the fae who’s proficient in spreading you out for his tongue-

He’ll never get tired of the way you grab his hair, and the sounds you make are etched into his memories, as pleasant as any song he’s ever heard.

The eternal being closes his eyes, letting out a groan of pleasure that vibrates through you, making your skin tingle with energy-

“Wonwoo-” 

There it is again, his name, a whispered praise- 

Gods, he’d never going to regret that day- the innocent look on your mortal face as you’d given him your name- 

He’s never going to regret giving you his own in return. 

You own him, as he owns you.

“Wonwoo-” you chant his name louder, toes curling against his back, fingers tugging at silky strands the colour of starlight-

It’s almost comical how easy it is for your soulmate to work a mind boggling release out of you, and your body reacts in full, aided by the magic of the fairy realm. Your skin tingles with electric kisses, back arching- it’s the most you can do to hold onto the head of the man who continues his worship between your legs.

You’ve cum countless times in this clearing over the millennia of staggered encounters with Wonwoo, and this orgasm is but another drop in the ocean of pleasure that your lover has drank of you. 

The fae takes his fill, until your legs are twitching on either side of his head, and then he relents, drawing away from you slowly. His hands smooth up and down your thighs, helping them from his shoulders to his waist as he sits up, gazing down at you with eyes clouded with love.

He notes the way you breathe heavily, heart thumping loudly in your breast. Your skin is covered in a slight sheen of effort, and Wonwoo is struck, as he always is, with the frailty of humanity. One orgasm has such an effect on you- you practically glow, like him… but that’s why it takes so much energy, Wonwoo supposes, people aren’t supposed to glow. 

Your immortal lover doesn’t mind being the one with more energy, in fact, he enjoys taking care of you. He enjoys watching your reactions, watching the way you catch your breath before slowly opening your eyes to address him, a lazy smile forming on the pretty lips he loves so much-

“Are you tired?” he asks. Regardless of what you say, the eternal being knows what you need, and his deft fingers grab at the smooth glass bottle that sticks out of the picnic basket three feet away.

“A little,” you admit with a sigh, sitting up as Wonwoo pours you a small glass of golden liquid that swirls hypnotizingly within it’s cup. 

“Maybe I should let you eat,” your soulmate suggests, as he hands you the nectar.

His eyes stay fixed on your form as you tip the glass, allowing the shot of liquid to glide down your throat- he presses two fingers to the base of the cup, forcing you to get that last few drops. 

When you finish, Wonwoo takes the empty glass from you, setting it in the picnic basket while you lick your lips of left over nectar residue. 

His hand is cupping your cheek a moment later, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, “Did you get it all?” he asks gently.

“Uh huh,” you nod, capturing his thumb between your teeth teasingly, watching his reaction.

Wonwoo sucks in a breath, eyes fixed on your mouth.

There aren’t many times you can catch the immortal off his guard, and you leap at the opportunity to do so, hands finding your soulmates shoulders, maneuvering him while adjusting your body weight in such a way that has him landing on his back with your knees digging into the duvet on either side of his waist. 

The man below you smiles in amusement, fingers finding the flesh of your thighs, exposed by your dress bunched by your hips. He doesn’t say anything as you press one hand to the center of his chest, balancing on top of him- and nothing really needs to be said.

He’s so pretty- the white duvet with it’s checkered black lines creates the perfect back drop for the man who you’ve only ever seen dressed in soft, natural coloured suits- the one he’s wearing now consists of a cream tan pallet, with a soft, silky green suit vest- 

The fact that he’s dressed is the only indicator you have that it must be a new day, here in the realm of ever blooming florals and seclusion. If it wasn’t a new day, you’re sure you’d have him naked by now- and you shake your head at the haziness, swallowing thickly-

“You need to eat,” Wonwoo concludes, having seen the telltale fogginess that had just come over you. 

He sits up, brushing some hair out of your eyes before he presses a kiss to your cheek. Your lover reaches to the side, coming back a moment later with a whole vine of grapes.

The fruit is a pleasant green colour, and Wonwoo holds them over your head, an amused smile twitching onto his lips. 

With a sigh, you grab at your soulmate’s shoulders, steadying yourself while tilting your head back, teeth searching out the flesh of a grape that you tear from the vine.

Food of the fair folk is unlike anything you could ever have on earth, and the flavour explodes across your tastebuds, tingling through your body like raw energy. 

You dig your nails into Wonwoo’s shoulders, letting out a small groan at the sparkling taste of grape that electrifies your senses. 

“It’s that good?” lips press soft kisses along your throat and jaw, and you feel an amused smile on your skin. 

Another moan is your response, and you swivel your hips, adjusting on Wonwoo’s lap, dragging across the bulge that presses up to meet you.

By the time you’ve swallowed the first grape, Wonwoo’s plucked a second one for you, and he brings it to your lips while he continues pressing open mouthed kisses along your throat and collar bones-

This must be breakfast, you conclude, as keeping track of days by meals seems to be one of the easiest ways to follow the passage of time while you enjoy Wonwoo’s company-

“My love?” you ask, gently pulling the fae from your throat.

“Yes, flower?” he responds, giving you his complete attention with a gentle sigh and a look of adoration.

“Why haven���t you undressed me yet?”

Wonwoo chuckles, leaning in to rest his forehead against your collar, his breath fanning across your breasts while he squeezes you close, dragging your core over the length still confined by pants-

“I’ve been enjoying you in other ways,” your soulmate tells you, “and I’m quite fond of the dress you’re in today.”

“It is very pretty,” you admit, looking down at the beautiful design. 

It can be easy for you to forget to look down at yourself when you’re so busy looking up at Wonwoo and the beautiful clearing, with the soft breeze and the rustling of the trees- 

It’s just as easy to forget that every night, whether you’re aware of it or not, you’re drifting into a deep slumber, your body’s away of acclimatizing to the fairy realm and taking a brunt of the magical energy here.

During this time, Wonwoo rests too, and he’d told you once that it’s the only time the fae ever closes his eyes. 

This clearing is a sacred one, he’d explained, it’s free of danger, and the pixies that dress you during your slumber are amongst the royal guard of the moon. They are to be trusted, and Wonwoo has often thanked the pixies and the spirits for their continued help in caring for you, his little mortal. 

“You always look beautiful,” your soulmate breathes, kissing you one more time before he allows himself to fall back against the pretty duvet, looking up at you with eyes that etch every movement into his memory. “Eat your grapes.”

“How many more?”

“At least three.”

“At least three,” you repeat his words with a smile, “what an arbitrary number.” However, you follow through with popping three grapes off the vine Wonwoo had presented you earlier before you put it back in the basket. 

“One,” you say, while popping the small sphere into your mouth. 

Your lover grins up at you in amusement.

“Two,” you continue, eager to finish your meal if it means getting at the man between your legs faster. “Three.” 

“All done,” Wonwoo breathes, hands skimming up your thighs again-

“All done,” you confirm, pressing your palms flat on the duvet on either side of your soulmate’s head, lips finding his. 

The fae breathes in your scent as your tongue invites the sweet taste of grape into his mouth, and he stifles a small groan at the way you adjust your hips, grinding down against him. 

Wonwoo prides himself in having self control. There’d been one week, where he’d eaten you out for three days straight, working you to the edge time and time again with his mouth and fingers before finally sinking his cock deep into the wet core that was made just for him-

But the immortal simply doesn’t have the patience for that today, he’s ready to unwrap you, and he’s pleasantly surprised with the amount of recall you have this morning, as there’s been times in years past where the memories take longer to set in-

He thanks the moon, as he’s sure she has something to do with this- 

It’s not every day you celebrate a Millenia with your lover after all. 

Wonwoo wonders how many past lives you truly remember, as you sit straight atop him again as if he were your throne- 

Do you remember the chair you’d once sat at? In the great hall made of moonstone? With a crown of crystals attuned to starlight atop your head- 

That had been one week together of many, and he’d learned the consequences of stealing you away from the clearing, of getting too greedy- that week had been cut painfully short due to his greed, and you’ve not returned to the castle he calls home since.

You definitely look like a queen, he thinks, as he beholds you with eyes full of wonder. Regardless of your memories- there’s no way you ever truly forget your power- and anyone who looks at you has to be able to feel it too-

Your fingers find the buttons on his vest, and Wonwoo smiles- who but a Queen would so carelessly undress a King-

He finds it laughable that even after all this time, you’re so careful with the clothes. No matter how many dresses he’s torn in half, or corsets he’s unbound with his teeth, you’re the one who delicately undoes buttons-

This is why everyone likes you, he thinks, this is why there are stories of your kindness and the effect you’d had on the Fae King- who’d warned his pixie subjects not to be too meddlesome with humans in the wake of his soul being irreversibly tied to your own.

Wonwoo waits while you undo his shirt, humouring the painfully long process with a smile, lips slating against your own- and when you finally get all the buttons undone, pushing open the fabric to expose the king’s chest to the air, he takes control. 

Getting you flipped onto your back again is easy, and Wonwoo towers over you, letting out a chuckle at the shocked expression on your face. He sits up, removing his shirt and vest the rest of the way while you hold your breath, watching with those eyes he gets lost in-

“It’s not even midday and you have me exposed,” Wonwoo clicks his tongue, fingers tapping against your knee. “Greedy flower.”

“Needy flower,” you correct, hiking your dress up your body with the clear intent of taking it off. 

Your soulmate doesn't stop you, instead he watches, eating up every newly exposed inch- and when your pretty breasts are exposed to the air, nipples pebbled- he lets out a groan, and another correction, “Pretty flower.” 

“Come touch your pretty flower?” you suggest, one of your own hands moving up to grasp at your chest-

Wonwoo’s lips are on yours in second, his front pressed to your own while you wrap your arms around his shoulders, a small gasp leaving you when his tongue slips against yours-

His hips rut forward and another sound of pleasure leaves you, this one uncensored by lips that have moved down to your neck-

He captures your nipple in his mouth and it’s the most you can do to gasp his name, hands threading through his hair-

Two fingers glide between your pussy lips, and your body shudders when they circle your clit-

“So wet for me, darling,” the fae muses, letting go of your breast with a pop before he moves to the other, careful to pay them both a similar amount of attention. “Always so wet.”

“Only for you,” you breathe, tugging at the silky white strands and letting out a gasp when teeth scrape by your sensitive bud, his fingers dipping into your core-

“Only for me.” His fingers press up against a spot that has your pussy fluttering, and he rocks his hand, thrusting his digits in a way that has your core squelching with need- 

“Wonwoo-” you whimper his name, pushing your chest up towards his eager mouth while his fingers work you up until your toes are curling again- 

“Can you cum for me, darling?” Wonwoo asks, lips finding your neck, “I want to taste you again-”

How could you refuse?

You nod while swallowing thickly, eyes closed, mind focused on the feeling of pleasure that’s building between your legs- and when his thumb finds your clit, you’re a goner, core clamping down on Wonwoo’s digits while you scream his name to the sky.

Latched onto his shoulders, you keep Wonwoo close while you ride out your orgasm, and when his fingers slowly come to a stop inside of you, you release the man who eagerly moves down between your legs. 

“Wonwoo-” you say his name breathlessly as he pulls you to his awaiting mouth, and a squeal of delight leaves you next, your thighs closing around his head-

A growl that vibrates through your pussy is the only response you get while your soulmate laps at your entrance, pushing his tongue against the walls he’d just massaged to completion- 

His nose bumps by your sensitive clit while he cleans you of your release, and you feel another rush of wetness, legs twitching by Wonwoo’s ears. You tug at his hair, starting to feel the warm tingles of another orgasm on your periphery-

Your lover relents, and he pulls away from your pussy with lips that glisten in the midday light. One wet kiss is pressed to your inner thigh, followed by another on the opposite side, and then Wonwoo sits up, his hands moving to his pants.

“I don’t think I’ve told you how handsome you are,” you say suddenly, and it makes the fae’s fingers falter in their task.

His gaze flickers up to you, and he laughs, “No, not this time at least.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, dragging your foot up and down the back of his calf while your eyes trail across his broad chest- “I should have told you before.”

His fingers are still frozen at his pants, and he’s watching you with amusement clear in his expression. Then his hands drop to your knees, sliding down your thighs towards your core again. 

“Tell me more,” the eternal beauty says, voice low as he once more adjusts to be laying on his stomach-

“But I want you-” you protest, realizing immediately that your praise has made the man between your legs intent on providing you with another orgasm courtesy of his mouth instead of his cock-

“And you have me, all of me,” he assures you, breath hot against your core-

Your next motion startles you both, as it’s one you’ve never attempted before, but it comes out of a moment of desperation- 

With Wonwoo’s head caught between your thighs, you flip both of your bodies, ending up with a very startled immortal blinking up at you while your hand anchors in his hair- 

“I want you now,” you tell him, rolling your hips gently, grinding your pussy against his tongue- 

Wonwoo lets out a groan, hand’s moving to settle on your hips, adjusting to the position- 

“So stay still-” you say, getting off of him just as quickly as you’d found yourself on top. 

You move to kneel between Wonwoo’s legs, hands flying to finish the task of removing his pants.

Your soulmate lets out a shuddery breath- he’d thought you were about to ride his face, and the quick changes in pace are giving him whiplash- this is why humans don’t get to control things, he thinks to himself, you’re all so quick to jump from thing to thing, never taking your time to enjoy-

Wonwoo lets out a groan when you get his cock free, chastising dying down in his mind while his hands find your hair.

 “Darling-” he shudders when you wrap your lips around his girth, tongue kitten licking at the sensitive slit- 

Whatever he’d been wanting to say is gone from his mind now, and Wonwoo relaxes his head against the duvet, closing his eyes and breathing in all the scents of the clearing. A gentle breeze brushes over his chest, and the fae moans at how good everything feels- 

“Come here,” he prompts, gently tugging at your hair to pull you off of his cock. “I miss your lips,” he says again, “come here.”

You waste no time shimmying up his body, adjusting your knees on either side of his hips while his hands help you settle your core over his length- 

When you lean down to kiss him, he’s caught between your bodies, and small thrusts have his cock gliding between your folds deliciously- 

You moan into Wonwoo’s mouth when the tip of his dick slips by your clit, and you raise your hips just enough for your lover to get a hand around his base, lining his cock up with your entrance-

Sitting down onto Wonwoo feels like heaven, his girth spreading you open perfectly while gasps of pleasure are muffled in kisses. 

Chest to chest is hot and stuffy, and soon you press your hands to his skin, pushing yourself up into a seated position- he feels as deep as ever, and you have to bite into your lower lip to stop a loud moan that tumbles out of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” Wonwoo tells you, adjusting with a groan beneath you, his hands gliding up and down your bare thighs. “So perfect for me.”

You lift off of his cock, thighs burning as you begin to bob up and down-

“That’s it,” he breathes, his own hips thrusting up to meet you-

“Wonwoo-” you whimper his name as his cock drives into a spot that has you seeing stars, your hands anchoring against his chest while you continue to ride him-

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, fingers moving to tease your breast, thumb brushing past your nipple- “My perfect flower-”

You love it when he calls you that, and you throw your head back, closing your eyes while getting lost in the feeling of riding him, the feeling of animalistic, passionate worship of another- 

Wonwoo sits up suddenly, lips capturing your nipple while your hands scramble for a hold on his shoulders- he’s anchored to the ground with a palm behind him, and the other is on your waist, helping lift you up to meet each drive of his hips-

You lace your fingers through his hair, keeping his face buried in your breasts while you chase your orgasm, core throbbing with a hot need-

Each up and down has his cock dragging against your walls, and his tongue flicks at your nipple, a groan vibrating out of his chest-

“Wonwoo-” his name is whispered this time, as you cradle his head to your chest, your body shuddering, hips coming to a stop while you grind down on his length- 

Your core explodes around him, white hot pleasure erupting through you from your pussy outward, and it’s the most you can do to hold onto your soulmate while waves of tingling tension wrack your body. 

Your lover lets out a low groan, hips shuddering, pushing up into you- his own release coating your insides while your skin and breasts muffle his gasps of ecstasy. 

Each little thrust has you whimpering, walls convulsing around the length buried inside of you until you’re both spent, muscles unclenching-

Wonwoo has you on your back in an instant, his hands finding your own and moving them over your head, capturing your wrists in a solid grip while his lips press fevered kisses across your face and throat.

You’re breathing heavily, mind blank, body numb-

“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” your soulmate tells you, as he continues to speckle your skin in open mouthed kisses and affectionate bites.

While it might be true that words will never describe or encompass the true expanse of his emotions for you, while you hold your lover in your arms, you think the knowledge that he’s loved you for a thousand years just might be enough.

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#jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader #svt #svt smut #wonwoo svt #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo x reader #fae svt #fae wonwoo #seventeen smut #seventeen

[lets-try-some-writing-draws]

Weird ask, but; whould the Reborn Primes find love interests on a rebuilt Cybertron?

Some might.

Beast Hunters is still very much canon in the Baby Primes AU, so the little ones are going to be left without their Sire when Optimus has to give himself back to the Well. This will have effects on all of them, and it could very easily give a few a reason to find love once grown.

There are a few who won't find love regardless, and Onyx is one of them. Onyx will be the only one to remain by the Well. No matter what the team do, or even Megatronus Prime for that matter, he simply won't budge. He will wait patiently by the Well, looking down into its depths and patiently searching for a familiar spark signature. He will tell no one what he is doing, but he will linger and his siblings will bring him energon every now and then just to make sure he's still functioning.

Prima is another who simply won't search for romance and probably shut down any attempts the moment someone tries to get his attention. He's far too devoted to honoring his Sire to do that. His life will revolve around making sure Cybertron is stable since it is what his Sire would have wanted.

Nexus is another who will never search out romance. It is not in the cards for him and he much prefers keeping to himself and his components. It is far too much effort to understand others in such a capacity. Zeta will agree with him on this front and neither will be likely to find anything more than friendship in others.

The other Primes though? Well it is not impossible by any means. In fact, Amalgamous and Liege are all but guaranteed to find someone eventually. The others will take time, but they could very well find romance as well.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #alternate universe #baby primes au #onyx prime #zeta prime #nexus prime #prima #amalgamous prime #liege maximo

[brandwhorestarscream]

Masterpost of AUs

As promised, here's the (wip) masterpost of all my AUs. In alphabetical order with a short synopsis, and the tags are all on this post so you can easily search them up :) if there's any I missed, please send them to me so I can get them added! If the laat tags aren't alphabetized that means I need to get on my laptop and move them around lmao

Bittersweet Reunion AU

TFA AU wherein the jet twins are Starscream's offspring specifically produced by the autobot government, and their finding out kicks off an entire domino effect storyline

Blitzbee Baby AU

Exactly what it sounds like. TFA Bumblebee gets Blitzwing sparked up and neither of them realize until he enters emergence

Cross Dimensional Shenanigans

- Umbrella tag for anything that involves more than one iteration of transformers interacting with each other

Cross Dimensional Starblitz

- How the CDS started. Focuses solely on TFP Starscream and TFA Blitzwing’s weird friendship

Cryptid Seekers AU

- Everything is the same except seekers are terrifying cryptids. Nuff said

Cybermorphs AU

- An AU in which a group of warframes working off planet accidentally stumble into an ancient, buried xenomorph nests, and come back to Cybertron bearing what becomes the first generation of cybertronian-xenomorph hybrids, aka the Cybermorphs. Features a lot of world building, Cybermorph Queen Megatron, a lot of fun alien biology, and some angsty MegOP among other ships

Cybertronians Are An Invasive Species

- No war AU wherein cybertronians are an invasive pest species that have moved onto earth and cause the most havoc

Cybertronians Are An Invasive Species: The Soap Opera

- Takes place in the invasive species AU, but specifically is about a goofy soap opera created by humans with the bots as the inspiration

De-Extinction AU

TFA, the autobots have finally run out of stored Allspark energy and, seeing as the artificially created population is completely sterile, are now an officially endangered species. Their only chance at salvation lies with the decepticons and their ability to produce "sparklings"... whatever those are 🤭

Hindsight AU

- Aligned continuity. Arcee goes back in time in an attempt to stop the war with the help of Vector Prime, accidentally creates a much worse world. Goes through several crazy timelines, currently on the Self Imposed Exodus.

OS×BB AU

A TFA storyline wherein Omega Supreme wakes much much earlier than canon, becoming truly self-aware and sentient. He and Bumblebee form a connection and Things Happen

Shadows House AU

- Exactly what it sounds like. All of our favorite bots and cons are parasitic fae members of the Shadows Family. Megatronus is plotting to bring it down from the inside. Lots of secrets and spooky stuff

Subnautica AU

- Starscream and Skyfire (and sometimes the other seekers) stranded on the terrifying hell planet, 4546B

Terran Task Force

- An angsty AU that involves GHOST getting their slimy hands on the Emberstone and making legions of their own little terran warriors

The Repopulation Project

- A dystopian future AU wherein the autobots won the war, and in an effort to save their species from extinction, implemented the repopulation project. It warped and twisted over time til the war frames are kept as nothing but livestock to be bought, traded, and harvested. In an attempt to change the horrific conditions of their present society, Optimus gambles by having decepticon high command reborn in the hopes that they'll be able to overturn the huge mess he made

Unicron Reborn AU

- Technically an AU/what-if of the 5th timeline of Hindsight. Unicron is killed and later reborn as a sparkling on Cybertron; Megatron adopts him. Later gives rise to The Spawn

#amnesiac Starscream au #bittersweet reunion au #blitzbee baby au #cross dimensional shenanigans #cross dimensional starblitz #cryptid seekers au #cybertronians are an invasive species #cybertronians are an invasive species: the soap opera #de-extinction au #hindsight au #megop twins #OS×BB AU #shadows house au #subnautica au #terran task force #tfa rodimags #the repopulation project #unicron reborn au #Megastar Vosian Political Drama Extravaganza #cybermorph au #reincarnation au #tfa baby boom

[girly-blogging]

here are my favorite daemon/rhaenyra fanfics:

i can always update this post since there’re a lot of new stories being written everyday and the shipp just became popular so it’s not like i’ve read a lot of stuff

i can make other lists since there are a lot of good stories i’ve read from other fandons specially marvel, dc and harry potter fics

Don’t Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy

Summary:

The Realm answers to Rhaenyra and Rhaenyra answers to Daemon

An Early Allies!AU

rating: mature

chapters: 10/30

I love this one because rhaenyra is always gaslighting, gatekeeping and girlbossing.

Of Dragons and Eggs

Summary:

Caraxes knew his human better than he knew anyone else and when it came to the matter of his silver haired rider finding a mate, naturally he knew which lady his human had his heart set on. So why was it that his human didn't seem to acknowledge the truth that was as clear as day?

Prompt: Daemyra from the dragons' point of view.

rating: gen

chapters: 1/1

a bit of crack and fluff is always good for the heart.

pontential

Summary:

“Do you normally snog your friends?”

“Do you normally snog your nieces?”

One strange night throws Rhaenyra’s relationship with her ersatz uncle off-kilter. A modern AU.

rating: explicit

chapters: 6/6

I’m not much of a modern au reader but i really like this one

Dust on a Sunbeam

Summary:

“We are the fire and the blood— it has never been our way to go quietly when there is passion burning through our veins. You have chosen each other, and tied my hands while doing so.”

Rhaenrya and Daemon have cemented their relationship in a way that even the crown cannot undo. A HOTD AU.

rating: explicit

chapters: 7/?

this is really cute

Glory and Gore

Summary:

Set at the beginning of Episode 3, the situation in the Step Stones is dire and yet Viserys refuses to send aid to Daemon's forces. When Rhaenyra hears how her father is more determined to teach Daemon a lesson then ensure that he comes home safe to her, she flies off to join her uncle's war effort.

On those bloodied beaches, Rhaenyra proves herself to be a strong, capable leader worthy of the Iron Throne, cementing her inheritance. However, she also finds herself increasingly drawn into her uncle's orbit, sparking the beginnings of something that could be her salvation, or her downfall.

rating: explicit

chapters: 4/?

rhaenyra is such a girlboss i love this story

Reborn in Fire

Summary:

After dying in dragon fire by the maw of her brothers dragon, Rhaenyra wakes up the day of her mothers death. Armed with foreknowledge of all the catastrophes to come, can she redirect the course of fate to one where she gets all she wants?

rating: not rated

chapters: 11/?

i love this one so much can barely wait for the next chapters

Make me your wife

Summary:

Since she was small, the princess has been wont to ask him the same question - whether as a childish demand, a youthful jest, a plea for protection or a romantic notion – but those words take on a different shine when spoken at her own wedding celebrations to another man.

***

Or, the five times Rhaenyra asks Daemon to be her husband, and the one time he asks her to be his wife.

rating: mature

chapters: 1/1

i love 5+1 fics so much

the home we built (for them)

Summary:

Daemon is trying to get Rhaenyra’s boys to like him as they blend their families

rating: teen and up

chapters: 1/1

domestic daemyra and their kids? count me in!!

Lentor

Summary:

"The babe is still much smaller than they should be, Princess," he says. "And your last birth was not an easy one."

"I do not have to be reminded of that," she remarks sharply. "I was the one pushing him out.”

Daemon smirks.

“The Maester means well, wife.” His hand runs down her arm, soothing. “We shall have to be extra careful with your health this time.”

Or: scenes from a marriage and the family it built. Contains book spoilers, although I don't know if the show will follow every plot point.

rating: explicit

chapters: 1/1

this is a bit sad but i loved it

Something So Good, So Pure

Laenor Velaryon passed out drunk on his wedding night, but that’s not to say Rhaenyra Targaryen spent her wedding night alone. Nine months after being married, she gives birth to a daughter with silvery blonde hair and lilac eyes, forever changing the history of House Targaryen.

rating: mature

chapters: 14/?

this is definitely one of my favorite fics, the author really understands the asoiaf universe and i just love seeing all targaryens being a family

got any recommendations? send me!!

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #queen rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #daemyra #targaryen supremacy #team black #dance of dragons #house velaryon #fanfic #ao3 stuff #ao3fic #fic rec #daemyra fic #daemyra fic rec #dc comics #marvel comics #harry potter #masterlist #fanfic masterlist #asoiaf #game of thrones #westeros #hbo series

[nova--spark]

Useless AU Info:

Soundwave reverted to his old Gladiatorial frame

While not preferred by others, he wanted a form that was familiar, now that he was in custody on Cybertron again.

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers prime #tfp #tf prime #nova musings #tf rid 2015 #tf rid15 #nova writings #Reborn Spark AU #TFP: TIMESKIP | RID15 AU

[transingthoseformers]

Reborn Primes AU: Not sure who to cast as Micronus, Solus, and Liege Maximo.

I thought about your AU where Megatron is Solus' reincarnation. Not sure if that'd fit here, but Megatron being one of the reincarnations could fit the story (and perhaps make an Autobot-Decepticon teamup against Unicron more likely?). And whichever Prime he was it could give us a moment where Solus' hammer activates in Megatron's hands, shocking him and everybody else present.

Well, at least i'm not going to make Starscream or Airachnid Liege Maximo, because that'd be too expected.

I'm also going to stick with characters who actually are in the Aligned Universe, though not necessarily just the TFP cartoon. Could be the games, could be the novels, could be RID15 or Rescue Bots characters who were definitely born before the war, could be the Covenant or the Binder of Revelation, could be the comics, could be toyline-exclusive characters.

What if a vehicon could also be a reincarnation, since if they're sparked from The Matrix like IDW1's cold-constructs their sparks still technically come from The Allspark, right?

Also since i headcanon that Shockwave created Predaking's spark by splicing his (the only way i can conceive a spark being created while The Allspark was inactive) and Shockwave is Onyx, what would the implications be for Predaking's spark?

Would that mean Predaking is slightly Onyx Prime? That'd be so cool thoughhhhhh

Megatron being a reincarnation would make sense here, maybe he's Liege Maximo? (The Solus au is an option, certainly, and would mean interesting things considering the connection to his namesake)

That would be Such A Fucking Moment if the hammer activated for him!!

Lucky us there are several characters who exist within aligned that don't show up in tfp (and, several who are implied to be still alive by rid15 by the council's banned list)

OOOOO ON A VEHICON BEING A REINCARNATION

#maccadam #transformers #transformers aligned #transformers prime #transformers rid2015 #tfp shockwave #tfp predaking #tfp megatron #the thirteen primes #tfp starscream #tfp arachnid

[childotkw]

You have so many aus I'm starting to get a bit confused. Can you explain the different aus? Maybe just the basics of them?

Sure!

ruination

Canon divergence AU | lucemond

Lucerys survives the fall and washes ashore at a small islet. He is there for days and when hunger overwhelms him, he eats the only thing available to him - the remains from Arrax. That is the catalyst, and soon Cannibal comes for him, claiming Lucerys as his rider because they’ve both feasted on dragon flesh and therefore are the same. Lucerys returns to Dragonstone to the immense joy of his family, but he’s different, darker, closer to madness then he’s ever been before. His bond with Cannibal slowly turns him into someone more wild, more dangerous and bloodthirsty.

The war commences, only Lucerys takes to the battlefield this time with his wild-dragon. He is feared and respected in equal measure; and his growing obsession with getting revenge on Aemond for Arrax twists into something he struggles to name. On Aemond’s side of things, finding out his nephew still lives, that he’s clawed his way back from The Stranger and is gunning for him, is both a relief and the spark that brings his own desires roaring forth.

the salt in our blood

Blacks win AU | lucemond, side-Rhaena/Lucerys

Lucerys survives the fall, is picked up by some helpful fishermen, and is whisked back to Dragonstone. Instead of claiming another dragon, he fully embraces his Velaryon side and joins his grandsire on the sea. Through Corlys’ close tutelage, Lucerys becomes a renowned and respected sailor, and earns the moniker of ‘Sea Dragon’. Jace is killed during the Dance, the first major casualty on either side, and the death of his favourite nephew is what prompts Aegon to surrender and bend the knee to Rhaenyra, on the condition that his family is spared. Joff dies to a sickness as well, leaving Lucerys as Rhaenyra’s oldest living child, and the only one from her first marriage. Bastard or not, he is named heir to the Iron Throne, but he pushes that it’s only until Aegon III comes of age. To recover from the spiral he’s slipping into, Corlys takes Lucerys out onto the sea to have some adventures and give him a chance to heal. While out there, Lucerys is claimed by Grey Ghost, and they return to King’s Landing after a year or two. Lucerys marries Rhaena, and they become platonic best friends. They’re not in love, but they do their duty and have an heir on the way.

Lucerys is confronted with his complicated feelings for Aemond, and the two of them are caught in a push-and-pull game, where neither are sure what, exactly, they’re doing but they are still helplessly drawn together. Rhaena knows all and subtly encourages Lucerys to take what he clearly wants; and he later repays the favour when she looks for her own lover. It ends up being a strange four person agreement, with Lucerys and Rhaena married and occasionally and strategically planning to produce heirs, while still being with their chosen partners. It’s a quiet scandal that no one really talks about, but they’re all happy so no one dares question it.

new dawn

Reincarnation / modern AU | lucemond

Lucerys dies from Vhagar’s attack and wakes up reborn in the Blackfyre Rebellions with all his memories intact. He’s born to a poor couple, and though he’s distraught over what became of his first family, he learns to accept his lot in life. Eventually, he finds out that Aemond has been reincarnated as well, but he’s so angry at his uncle that he runs from him. This is the cycle they fall into for centuries. They die, are reborn further along the timeline, Aemond finds Lucerys to ask for forgiveness, Lucerys rejects him and runs away, and then eventually they die. Rinse and repeat.

When they reach modern times, Lucerys finally acknowledges that he’s been bitter enough and that he should learn to forgive. He’s the one to track Aemond down this time, finding that his uncle is at a dig-site of an ancient Westerosi city. There, they slowly begin to bond and forgive each other, only to stumble across some petrified dragon eggs. The two of them accidentally revive the eggs, and have to go on the run to protect the baby dragons from the people that want to kill / use them for their own purposes. Along the way, the two of them realise their complex feelings for each other.

dichotomy of loyalty

Modern / Mafia AU | lucemond

The Targaryens are a feared Family in the underworld. They’re violent, fiery, and rule with an iron fist. Laenor, Rhaenyra’s husband, is not cut out for the lifestyle and wants to leave. He doesn’t want his children, because they are his despite the lack of blood, to grow up in this world - so when the chance comes, he takes the only child he can successfully save, Luke, and runs. They escape to Essos, where their Families have little presence, and live peacefully for many years. Luke grows up and goes to medical school, volunteering at a clinic to get more experience while he studies.

One night he comes across an injured Aemond and offers to fix him up, unaware of their relation. Aemond figures out Luke’s identity and begins coming around more and more, until he finally gets permission from Aegon to collect their long-lost nephew. They ransack his house, beat and take Laenor, and drag Luke back to his mother, stepfather, siblings, cousins and uncles and aunt. He has to learn to navigate a bloody, vicious world and try and escape a family he has no memories of but who are all determined to keep him this time.

#anonymous #HOTD #ruination au #the salt in our blood au #new dawn au #dichotomy of loyalty au #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond

[reyesstrand]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you for the tags @welcometololaland @strandnreyes & @alrightbuckaroo <33 this was a much needed distraction tonight!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

86

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

335,298

3. what fandoms do you write for?

predominantly 911 lone star. the only other thing i’ve dabbled in recently was the old guard

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos? (i’m going to exclude prompt collections here!)

like a bright new dream (first i love you)

wanna be still with you (2x08 coda)

lit the spark (that set a fire) (firefighter!carlos au)

take me back to the light (1x08 coda)

to be reborn (3x04 coda)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i do!! even if it takes a few days (where i’m likely just staring at nice words in my inbox and using them as fuel to brighten my mood) i love having that connection, and seeing maybe what stood out to someone who read my silly little story

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

any of my codas that i wrote immediately after an episode aired—my 3x02 spec fic some and now none of you, or my 3x07 coda/3x08 spec fic not a victory march—simply because we didn’t know the outcome for these storylines yet, and i let myself get angsty.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i think 95% of my fics have happy endings but to shout one out in particular….hm. i’d say got real love maybe—truly just. fluff. and the boys coming home to each other and making that official. i also think the proposal bliss in (not afraid of) living on a fault line has got to be up there as well

8. do you get hate on fics?

nothing major

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i’ve always stuck to very implied levels of smut in my fics….idk i always worry i won’t be able to make it sound good when there’s people out there who do it brilliantly. however i’m challenging myself with food fic which does have some smut (with feelings. oh the feelings)

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

crossovers aren’t really my thing!!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, would be honoured though!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

love helping with brainstorming bits, but have never actually co-written anything

14. what’s your all time favourite ship?

tarlos brainrot always and forever

15. what’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have tons of ideas that i never commit to, which sucks. off the top of my head…the andrea & tk fic that i just never got into a flow with

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i’m strongest when it comes to setting a scene; when exploring what that character is feeling. i like to think i can kind of evoke a mood through imagery? i’m most comfortable when it comes to introspection and exposition and general narrative

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i tell myself i’m getting better, but i’d say dialogue is the constant thing that throws me off. i also worry i over-write sometimes

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i like it, if it’s being done with good intentions and suits the character. i’d imagine for heavier dialogue it would make sense to ask for someone who speaks the language to read it over to make sure it’s accurate

19. first fandom you wrote for?

i think the get down, back in like 2017

20. favourite fic you’ve written?

i can’t choose, so i present to you two wildly different honeymoons. first, dream this night away—almost 8.5k words after a seven month gap between posting when my writer’s block was at an ultimate high. then of course, to which there is no reply—i’ve been growing happier and happier with my writing especially with these last few fics of mine, and this one is something i’m just super proud of, and the support on it definitely brought me to tears a bit ajdnskdn

no pressure tagging @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @tailoredshirt @theghostofashton @inflarescent @birdclowns @liminalmemories21 @rmd-writes @heartstringsduet @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @tellmegoodbye @safeashousespdf and leaving an open tag as well!! <333

#tag games #my fic #think i’m getting a cold so time to pass out on some cough syrup 😞

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

4827 - Color Blind to Flame Colors Soulmate AU - ABO AU - Omega!Tsuna - Lightning Alpha!Spanner

Tsuna's Omega instincts had placed Lambo firmly as his son even before they learned he couldn't see green. It was why Iemtisu nearly lost his eyes when the man tried to make Lambo Tsuna's Guardian. Reborn found the whole thing funny and never brought it up otherwise, other then to test Tsuna out with how he'd react to things.

Tsuna had been raised by a neglectful mother and an absent father. He'd never been forced to obey Omega rules, rather he got to be as wild and free as he could. It made him vicious, which was why even with the seal he'd had Hibari around. Reborn was delighted, and enjoyed setting Tsuna on people, especially suitors. (Some were of the opinion Soulmates weren't to be considered which Tsuna disagreed with. He wanted to see if it was romantic before looking at anyone else.) Tsuna was violent, more so when his son got involved. He loved Lambo so much, as he also loved Fuuta and I-Pin, claiming them all.

So, arriving in the future after a mishap with the Bazooka to see Lambo cuddling in a pile with an Alpha who had green sparks coming from him? Tsuna nodded his head as the Alpha radiated angry Papa Wolf vibes.

"You're my soulmate?" he asked the man.

"Yeah," Spanner said back, eyeing the child version of his soulmate. "I'm in England."

"I'll find you," Tsuna promised, sitting down on the bed to pet the hair of the older Lambo. "He's an Omega?"

"Yep, needs lots of pack cuddles," Spanner chuckled, watching his soulmate sleepily. He loved to observe the fluffy man, and seeing him as a teenager again was nice.

He wondered about his younger counterpart, who hadn't met Tsuna yet. Spanner didn't remember this happening, or hearing of it so it had to be an alternate universe. Hopefully younger Spanner dealt with the threats properly when they came.

He couldn't lose Tsuna.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #soulmate friday

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

For the reborn au, the explanation no one asked for is that Unicron and Primus are basically playing ping pong with the souls/sparks of their respective children in a weird joint custody arrangement. This also helps to keep a healthy cycle of Chaos and Order.

Who gets to keep most of their memories largely depends on their karma points, so yeah if you were a xenophobic cybertronian/human get fragged 'cause Primus and specially Unicron can be petty and vindictive.

Not everyone gets reborn immediately as they die. Human lifecycles and those of cybertronians are very different after all. This means that millions upon billions of souls/sparks are in a sort of ‘limbo’ as they wait to get reborn.

During this ‘limbo’ the sparks/souls are ‘asleep’, simply resting consciousnesses preparing for their next lives. Souls of recently deceased humans stay in limbo longer because it takes longer for them to be converted to sparks. It’s the price of cybertronians longlivety, a slow rebirth.

In this AU, Primus and Unicron are not simply brothers, they are two parts of a whole. They used to be this one being but there was no balance in this and so they spilt and became who they are now. Primus is still the mechanical god we know him as but Unicron is made out of completely organic material. Again, playing into balance.

#transformers imagine #reborn au #unicron #primus