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stranded-in-the-gobi-desert · 10 months

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hello....... xiyao hunger games au........ pls say more

are they both tributes

hello anon u have opened a can of worms i have been thinking abt this au for over a year. my xiyao hunger games au.... theyre technically both tributes, just not in the same games..?

they meet each other as victors, a few days after meng yao wins his games, as he waits for his victor interview with ceaser flickerman.

lan xichen had won the games previous to this, dominating both the in-game and out-of-game play, his early life career training from belonging to district 1 combined with his 'prince charming' aura makes him a favourite for the capitoltes, who clamour to sponsor him, and a BEAST in the games.

meng yao, who was not of a fan of the games as so much he saw it as an egregious feat of capitol power, and a fascinating lesson in propaganda, watched this with both awe and an analytical eye.

he would not volunteer for the games (he's neither stupid nor suicidal), but if the opportunity came to either rise up from the poor life he's living in district 11, or give his mother one less mouth to feed, he'd grab the chance with both hands.

they won in contrasting ways, due to their very different backgrounds and personalities

lan xichen won with honour (as much as children killing other children can be considered honourable). mainting his single alliance with his district mate until the end, winning with a final sword duel that had the capitolites swooning in their seats. he's the image of perfection, a low kill count leaves little blood to mar his image.

meng yao won with deception, almost all his kills coming from either literal or figurative backstabbing. as one of the underdogs, and malnourished 15 years old from district 11, he wouldnt win in a straight fight with most tributes, let alone the careers. despite this, he left a bloody trail behind him to become victor, with 2 direct and 4 infirect kills under his belt. (he's still a capitol darling, as most victors are, but in a more - we like you right now but we can and will turn on you if you make a slight mistake)

meng yao did not expect to win once reaped and is struggling to deal with being alive when he thought he'd be dead, so is having a minor breakdown waiting to be interviewed.

lan xichen decides to visit the new victor and give them some advice on how to deal with the victory tour and [gestures vageuly to capitol] that, and kindly interrupts the start of said breakdown. this somehow leads into mimicking the iconic hand-caressing-intense-eye-contact-meeting scene from cql (i love the scenet too much not to include it).

ANYWAYS this is getting too long now, but just know that meng yao had a MASSIVE crush on lan xichen as he watched him win his games, and if it weren't for his mini breakdown whilst waiting to be interviewed he would totally be internally fangirling, and that lan xichen is completealy enamoured with meng yao after meeting him once.

they become a favourite capitol pairing (not couple just yet), constrasting heights and images creating a perfect pair (this is self indulgeant).

hopefully this makes some sense to u anon, and u enjoyed the rambling

#wiggles asks #xiyao #lan xichen #meng yao #apologies this got so long anon i rambled sm #i love hunger games au sm i always end up planning one for every fandom i get into #as per usual this took me like an hour to write akldsfjg #hopefully u found some of this interesting #nie mingjue is the next year's victor (i cant help 3zun ok.) and the three of them do become tentative friends #i have an excel spreadsheet planning meng yao;s games out adklfsjghr #although meng yao did kill of one nie mingjue's friends (? more like they trained together.. coworker??) so thats some beef they have #its mostly one sided at the beginning bc nmj gets annoed at my when he watches them bc he doesnt quite grasp the reality of the games until #he enters (and then has complicated feelings abt it once he examines them)#oh also jgs is a former victor thats also why my is interested in the games #i would have made them both tributes but i cant handle that level of drama and planning.#im saying that as if i dont have a full spreadsheet and 10 different notes planning the timeline a;dklsfjg

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miamierre · 4 months

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i think pierre would be the obsessed with details one and charles would be the good with people one 🤔 because pierre is very known for being a very technicality and data and mathematics based driver so i feel like he’d pay so much attention to that while charles… look at the monza vlog. he has a way with people. just my silly opinion

i was thinking about this too!! and i think you're absolutely right, it can totally go this way.

tbh, my initial ""casting"" of the roles in that post was more based on vibes - ive been watching true detective and s1 really Got Me with the Station Darling x Outcast Freak dynamic that marty/rust had. i saw pierre being the more well-liked detective of the two of them (in the way that he seems like he'd be able to be a Man's Man with all the other dirtbag detectives at the station) whereas charles might struggle with that, and would be focused on solving the case by any means necessary, even if that means alienating the rest of the people they work with.

but you're RIGHT that pierre has always been the more detail-oriented of the two of them. he would absolutely let the case consume him, would stop sleeping because he keeps going over fact after fact trying to get to the next break in the case that will help the rest of the town (and him) return to normal. quick to get angry and lash out because charles isn't listening to him, this isn't just conjecture this is a real link and charles just isn't seeing the full picture yet.

#they both have elements of each ''archetype'' that i think would make either way work #idk it would ultimately be complicated since it is SUCH an out-there au concept #so different from who they actually are. but i think the Detective Partners dynamic is delicious when done right. especially w conflict!#THANK U FOR UR INPUT BESTIE I LOVE IT SM #au tag #ask reply #Anonymous

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bloomingnewwrld · 1 year

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Does anyone want to hear about my persona 3 swap AU

#persona 3 #p3 #mitsuru kirijo #persona #mind the horrible handwriting i am so sorry #i love this AU sm i need to figure out some stuff for other characters tho #i can also post which character has become which arcana #also yukamitsu is in this AU and it is even more complicated than it is i canon LMAO #my art #artists on tumblr

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arolesbianism · 18 days

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Y'know there already is such a nonexistent market for oni art in general so the fact that I wanna draw more au art is killing me. Like I draw for fun and don't need notes to be happy with a piece but also I need ppl to view my art and be curious and ask questions because while I may not desperately need approval I do desperately need excuses to gush abt the things I like

#rat rambles #oni posting #Im thinking abt the rabbit au clones again #in particular the two main nails clones I love them sm theyre so silly #we have guy shaking and crying while internally actually being rly relieved and guy smiling and laughing while being plagued by the Horrors #I should probably give them nicknames but idk what would work best #but yeah the older one is the one whos chip got damaged and is stuck pumping them full of stimulants and hasnt slept in 3 months #and the younger one has been spending the past three months spending day and night at gravitas working their ass off #it wasnt until they got hit by a rly intense wave of fatigue that they were finally pushed into actually going home to rest #at which point the older one was like yo whats up I didnt expect that to actually work lol #things are initially very chaotic after that since younger nails just found out a Lot and older nails didnt rly have a plan for this #they were basically just finishing up a project a past nails clone started since they had nothing better to do #at first it was because they were hoping it could maybe disable their own malfunctioning chip but as the days turned into weeks they #swiftly realized that even if it could disable their chip its probably already far too late for that to save them #and even if the months of no sleep didnt basically instantly take them out there would still be a half broken neural chip in their brain #which likely already had caused complications that they just havent noticed because of the everything else going on #so while they still finished up the project it became a much more half hearted ordeal that they honestly werent expecting to work #but evidently it did leading to the awkward experience of explaining to someone that they're a clone #younger nails hadnt necessarily suspected anything to that degree but they had noticed that smth was off #which is part of the reason they spent so much time working in an attempt to ignore it #so the revelation actually helped somw things click into place and while it wasnt good news by any means it was kind of a relief in a way #not in the sense that now they are in active danger of dying at any time but yknow #they both die eventually ofc but yknow at least they get to be povs of sorts #I mean not much they could do to do anything abt their situation even if one of them wasnt basically doomed to slowly die already

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kquil · 9 months

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JAMES POTTER | JOINT SCHEDULE

request. : Hey can you do some more ice hockey player James imagines? I love them sm! —@prongsbandit

sum. : you booked the university's ice rink to practice your routine for an upcoming competition but so did the university's ice hockey team, whose captain screwed up the timings

g. : fluff ; modern au ; ice hockey player james ; figure skater reader ; shy reader ; university au ; jock james potter ; supportive figure skating coach ; supportive hockey team

length : 1.6k

In preparation for an upcoming figure skating competition, you were dedicated to getting in as much practice as possible. Thankfully, you were able to book the university ice rink for two months in the lead up to the competition. Your regular practice sessions were every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday for five in the late afternoon until seven. It was a bit excessive but you wanted to win. Many of your friends view you as someone sweet and docile but also hard working and quite the perfectionist. What they don’t realise is how competitive you can be behind the scenes. Everytime you cancel plans, you usually excuse yourself with the ‘I’m busy’ reasoning that your close friends readily accept, believing that you were working through papers and research articles for uni classes when, in actuality, you were spending time in the rink.

Today, you had brought with you your portable stereo to go through the routine with the music over and over again, gradually perfecting the appearance of your more grandiose moves as well as the sequence of your steps on the ice. It felt good being at this stage of your development, the entirety of your routine has been choreographed already and had been revised by your coach, who suggested some minor changes but approved it overall — you knew what you were doing, it was just the case of perfecting things now, something you were talented at and even enjoyed.

The main focus for today’s session was the polishing of the big jumps and ambitious spins of your routine. It was a little tiresome and you don’t believe you’d be able to cover all of them for this session but you never really expected to in the first place. Your only saving grace was that you had some time to apply light makeup earlier in celebration for the new figure skating set you were gifted by your parents. It was an all black set that paired a sleek skort with a long sleeved turtle neck top that had lacing to decorate the open back and thumb holes in the sleeves as the hem reached half way up your palms. You liked feeling pretty in practices, it always helped to encourage your self-confidence so there was always a little spike in your performance. The praises of your supervising coach was all you needed to confirm this fact.

“Brilliant, my girl! Again!” Vera sang her high praises from the stands and helped you control the music whenever you wanted to repeat a particular part of the choreo. For this routine, you had settled for something more elegant and based the choreography around the ‘Waltz of the Flowers’ by Tchaikovsky. The soundtrack made you miss the time you did ballet until you were fifteen before eventually falling in love with figure skating. A lot of your routines tend to be based around the elegance of ballet in addition to the complicated turns, spins and jumps that encompassed figure skating; your coach, Vera, loved how you were able to combine both sports in such a seamless way.

The music kept playing even after you had repeated the skid spiral so you naturally flowed into rehearsing more of your choreo, allowing muscle memory and the music to guide you over the ice as you subconsciously waited for Vera to pause the music and ask you to repeat something that didn’t look quite right. Polishing up the routine was filled with more critiques than any stage of creating your final performance so your anticipation for Vera to pause the music, repeat a move and provide additional tips lingered in the back of your mind as you flawlessly spiralled into one of your most difficult spins — a one-handed beillman.

“Beautiful Beautiful!” Vera praised, clapping as you gradually spun out of the position before abandoning the routine and grinning widely to yourself, proud and giddy for finally nailing the transition and spin.

“Vera!” you shout across the ice and over the music, cheering with your fists raised to the air in victory, “I did it!” It was then when you realised that Vera’s clapping was accompanied with an entire audience of applause and your panicked eyes fell upon a grinning hockey player standing beside your coach, behind them was a team of hockey players, some whistling and whooping in between their applause.

As you tried to catch your breath and suppress your bashfulness, you gathered that Vera had neglected to reply to the soundtrack to discuss something with the hockey player, and so, it seems that the entire hockey team just saw a glimpse of your routine. Eventually, Vera paused the music and motioned you over, looking to discuss something.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” you ask upon reaching the sidelines, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves as you avoided the hockey player’s eyes. He was dressed in most of his equipment, only missing his headgear, and was sporting the dopiest grin on his face. “It appears as though the university hockey team had booked the rink to practise for a match happening early next week, however, there was some miscommunication over the timings and schedules,” you furrow your brows as Vera explains the situation before shyly glancing up at the hockey player beside her, who had unruly dark curls and glimmering hazel eyes behind a pair of cute glasses. It seems your simple acknowledgement of him was enough to prompt his self introduction.

“I’m James,” he reaches out his gloved hand for you to shake, quickly taking it back to rip of his glove off before reaching to shake your hand once again, “James Potter, Captain of the Hockey team,” behind him the rest of the hockey players wave at you, some with friendly grins and others sporting a mischievous smirk as they regard their captain’s behaviour around you, “Vera explained that you were practising for a competition and also booked the rink in advance but since you got here early, we’ll put the decision to you,”

You raised a brow and tilted your head slightly, prompting him to continue, “make a decision on what?”

“On whether to kick us out and continue your practice or finish your practice early and allow us to have the rink for drills exercises and plays,” James finished, grinning at you with no malice and insinuating that he wouldn’t hold any ill-will over either outcome.

“Oh!” your cheeks heat up under his warm voice, amiable manner, pretty eyes and charming dimples and you couldn’t help but stare for a moment before eventually shaking your head and giving him your resolve, “I’d be happy to give you the rink, I’ve covered a lot of ground already so I don’t mind,” James’s smile reaches his eyes once more and he nods.

“You heard the lady boys, what do we say?” he shouts back to his team, his voice commanding attention and is as firm as his build, encouraging an ensemble of ‘thank you’s to sound from behind him, “Thank you very much,” James finishes and nods to his boys, signalling them to set up the rink and get ready for practice while you also take the time to shake off your nerves and walk off the ice, where James greets you once more.

“I hope you have a good and productive practice,” you wish him and offer a warm smile, your heart finally settled down to a semi-heightened beat. He’s really quite handsome…you think to yourself but quickly look away to, again, keep from staring too long.

“Thank you and thanks again for letting us have the rink,” James takes your hand and lifts your knuckles to his lips — an act of gratitude that has a dangerous heat creeping up your neck to occupy your cheeks once more, “you’re very beautiful on the ice, by the way. I’m sure you’ll smash it at the competition, your competitors don’t stand a chance,” the two of you share pleasantries and more smiles before you finally make your way to the locker rooms to change with a straighter back and a lighter heart.

What an encounter.

“She practises every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday from 5 to 7pm,” Vera says out of nowhere as she approaches James, who stares off to where you had disappeared.

“I’m sorry?”

A stone cold look crosses over Vera’s face, “avoid those times at all costs,” she warns, her russian accent suddenly thick and intimidating, “my student doesn’t need any distractions,” the statement makes James raise a brow in question, “her competition is on the 14th November, held in the city community rink, and it starts at noon, don’t be late,”

Suffice to say, James wasn’t late to your competition, in fact, he was early and he brought the entire hockey team with him to support you. You won second place but felt like a gold medalist when the hockey team hollered the loudest for you at the awarding ceremony and lifted you onto their shoulders with the congratulatory flowers James brought you in your arms and your silver medal around your neck. To return the favour, you attended their next hockey game and made sure to shout the loudest whenever their team scored and eventually when their team won the match.

“When do you think our captain’s finally gonna grow some balls and ask out his ice skating ballerina?” Sirius whispers to his taller brunette friend.

“Let them take their time,” Remus replies, the two staring as James throws his arm over your shoulders and you wrap your own around the back of his waist, “everyone already thinks their dating anyway so they’ll get it eventually,”

“Wait! So they’re not actually dating yet?” Peter asks with a surprised face as the other two laugh, “But I swear I saw them kissing by the locker rooms before the game earlier!”

a/n : i know nothing about ice skating or ice hockey but i tried my best! i'm sorry if this is not very realistic. i also hope that the request was fulfilled to a satisfactory standard despite the long wait, i'm really sorry for that by the way (┳Д┳) nevertheless, i tried my best and i hope this made you happy, darling, thank you for the cute request (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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sadbenedict · 3 months

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If Geto did manage to escape, would Gojo just drag him back? Would he 'punish' him for leaving?

and question from: @tug-tries-to-draw

Does Gojo ever abuse Geto? Like, if Geto refused to eat, would Gojo resort to physical violence to force him to?

I don't think Satoru would harm him physically, but psychologically for sure. Reminding him that he can't do anything. I think he will remind him time after time that he is here forever and that he can do something about the twins

from: @yukiotacon

This had to be asked because of morbid curiosity. What is your spin in the shibuya arc in your basement au?

uhhh it's a complicated question, and I don't think there's any particular answer.

Too many factors have changed. Kenjaku didn't get Geto's body, so he wouldn't have been able to get Gojo out of standing to seal him. Would he have found another body and been able to pull off what he did in canon? If Gojo wasn't sealed, would he have been able to reduce the damage in Shibuya? What would have happened to Yuji and Sukuna then?

from: @hydeway

Hi! I love you art, i think is beautiful, and i just discovered you Basement AU! It gave me so many ideas! Last night, i had a dream with this AU, in which Yuuji goes downstairs and sees Geto without the chain, cuz he released himself a long time ago, but he likes to play this game with Gojo. When he sees that Yuuji is there, he smiles at him, and with his finger in his lips goes: shh ;)

AHAHA OMG I just imagined this, I'm crying. I imagine Satoru's all trying to be all sinister and Suguru's like, god, he's such an idiot XD I won't say that's in my version, but it's interesting

from: @du44my

GGHHHHH I LOVE YOUR AU ITS SO INTERESTING,I LOVE THE IDEA OF GOJO BECOMING SO MENTALLY INSANE AND SO DAMN IN LOVE THAT HE LITERALLY TRAPS GETO IN THE BASEMENT (also some questions I have who would be the most likely to free Geto from the basement and how will Yaga react to Gojo after he finds out that he trapped Geto in the basement :3)

THANK YOU SM!!! I'm sure he's very tired of the behaviour of those two XD Maybe they'd find Satoru so dangerous and unpredictable that they'd seal him up themselves.

Thank you all sm for the questions and activity!!! Sorry for not replying immediately, I sometimes need a break from this au sometimes so I don't get tired of it :''D

#au #basement au #jjk #satosugu #gego #stsg #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen fanart #fanart #art #digital #digital art

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art-of-the-sea · 2 months

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ohhh i love your facets of knowledge au!!! it's giving me immense brain rot but i want to ask, after the ancients sealed the beast inside the soul jam were there any complications afterwards? i would imagine the first few days of being sealed, some (sm most likely) would throw a fuse at being sealed again, and how do the ancients handle during that??

wagh thank you so much!! Brain rot 🤝 And yes, you're right on the money- the first month or so was agonizing for most of the Ancients, whose willpower is all that's standing between the Beasts and the Soul Jam. Most tried all they could to gain control, Shadow Milk cookie especially - "blowing a fuse" is putting it lightly, really. The fit he throws in canon is nothing compared to the hours of angry insults and jabs that began the two's sharing of a body, and even worse, Pure Vanilla can FEEL every inch of deep-seated vicious anger emanating from Shadow Milk. It's not long before he realizes the other isn't as affected as he'd like by the outrage, so he switches to and utilizes most what he knows best- trickery. For their early time together, Pure Vanilla is constantly subject to visions and other hallucinations induced by Shadow Milk, doing everything possible to manipulate, guilt trip, traumatize, and break him into submitting his soul jam. PV doesn't fully give in, of course, but that doesn't mean it isn't harrowing. It's all he can do to keep his sense of self and not snap under it- he's certainly the type to have dealt with moral intrusive thoughts before, but this was on another level. It's unfortunately pretty easy to figure out what makes PV tick and what'll hurt him most, which SM used to his advantage fully for a while.

Eventually Shadow Milk does bore of this too, letting up on his relentless attack, and Pure Vanilla is inspired by Hollyberry to try and help the corrupted. However, for the time the Beast had almost full control over the Truth-bearing Ancient's shoestring mental state.

#cookie run kingdom #crk #shadow milk cookie #pure vanilla cookie #cookie run #facets of knowledge au #shadowvanilla #i should write some of my vision for their journey to not being toxic soon #prism art #our art #digital art

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luciddreamingcrow · 5 months

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hello! I really love your thoughts on vertin always stumbles upon reader on her travels. Always meeting reader who remained the same regardless of the many times of reincanation. Can you write headcanons about it? It really screams soul mate au :D

Thank you! And here are some strawberries for your lovely crows 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

"But I love you so"

Summary:in every timeline you and Vertin are always ment to be, here's a link to a longer summary

Warnings!: MAJOR SPOILERS!!!slight angst, fluff, not proof read we die like Schneider 🗣️

A/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SOULMATE AUS SM, ik that they are kind of dated but we deserve more soulmate aus in this world so I'll make it a soulmate au fic just for y'all, and tysm^^ the crows will love it!

So! Imagine, while you and Vertin were students in the St. Pavlov Foundation, you two would always get in trouble by pushing the limit of the strict rules of the foundation and try to find out more and more about anything in general.

It has become a habit for the teachers to punish you two separately because as long as you and Vertin were together, everything was alright and wherever you were, wether it be in the halls, in your dorms or were sent to punishment, you guys would be having a good time.

I can see you with Vertin trying to find books in the library about the outside world, even if you weren't a big fan of reading complicated books, Vertin would be more than happy to read them at loud for you and explain you some terminologies that you don't understand.

One of her favourite memories is you two spending time in your dorms theorising about the world, what about the frog she brought in? What kind of life did it have back there?

Her second favourite is you two finding a few scraps of metal in the library, they were two circular ones that fit perfectly like rings, from then on you guys kept them as matching rings.

At last you were one of the first people that she told her plan to go and witness the outside world.

This moment marked such a significant part in your guys friendship, even if you didn't tell her your feelings you felt really honoured to go with her, getting to witness such beauty is a onece in a life time opportunity.

As Vertin gathered more children that longed for freedom just like you two, you of course helped with the plan for everyone to escape.

But you were so innocent, as much knowledge the both of you had, you were still just children, gullible and naive.

The moment you inhaled the air of the outside world you felt as the world around you was embracing you and welcoming your truth, you felt as if life has welcomed you back to life.

That wouldn't last long though, the moment you turned around you felt a sharp pain in your heart, you saw Vertins eyes widen.

She saw how life was draining out of your soul

She has witnessed the Storm

Before you could understand what was happening, the last thing you remember seeing is her, your heart sank along with her's, as if your heart was a anchor strongly attached by a thread to hers

You were gone before her eyes, that marked the end of a era, you were gone, now the world didn't exist for her, she never could feel the oxygen in her lungs the same way as you did.

The only thing that was left is your matching ring, thats it, the only evidence that you were alive in her life time. And from then on she'd wear it with her, never taking it off.

As years passed by she always had this sinking feeling that wouldn't let her be.

In one of her travels she gazed at her clock seeing how long before the storm arrived at that timeline, "in 25 minutes and 11 seconds the Storm is comming" she said as she gazed at Sonetto as she nodded.

"It's a pity, this life time is so peaceful, it feels uneasy even, but there's nothing we can do now, how about a walk? Let's saviour some of these parts at least in our memories" Sonetto murmured before they start walking along a park with a beautiful view of a lake

Before Vertin could comment at the beauty before her she saw someone

Her heart felt heavy again, it couldn't be...

She stayed like a statue gazing on the person that felt so familiar, even if their backs were turned every part of them reminded her of you, but she didn't want them to turn around, she couldn't bear to see their life fading in front of her, so she let go and went back with Sonetto to saviour this time line for as long as she could.

There were multiple times before she saw people exactly like you, they even sounded like you but she couldn't bear to get attached this much again.

But in another timeline, there you were, but the only difference was that you were a Arcanist, Vertin knew she had to collaborate with you in this time line but she still held back.

But how could she? You were here! It was you! Your memories weren't the same but yet you talked to her as if you knew her from birth.

This time Vertin finally could let go of her guilt and mourning, so as the Storm closed in instead of seeing you disappear again she took you with her.

#reverse 1999 x y/n #reverse 1999 x you #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #vertin x reader #vertin x you #vertin #vertin reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 vertin

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pennylime · 1 year

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HARK! (I really don't know if this fandom is dead or not lmao)

So, I like, just got into this fandom like 2 weeks ago. I first came across it abt 2-3 years ago, but went "that sounds complicated, I just don't want to get into it." And man do I regret everything. I'm slowly but surely starting to understand things and I love it sm. The brainrot is real guys.

I started like, planning out my own little au, but there's still so many things I'm confused abt lol, but that's part of the fun ig. It's like, I wanna try and stay true to Kay's and Anna's original plan, but I just can't find much abt it. And there's so many things that I don't know that are like, fandom wide accepted. Esp kingdom names lol. But I'm trying, and I'm just having fun with it. Thats the beauty of this au. don't like it? Well, change it, lol, and no one will care.

Okeyyy, rambling overr.

#fanart #vat7k #varian and the 7 kingdoms #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian #ulla #ulla vat7k #varian vat7k #rapunzles tangled adventure #tangled the series #my art #artist on tumblr #digital art #speed paint #the brainrot has consumed me #this au is literally my entire life rn

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yeonjunszn · 2 years

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BALANCE GAME

📻 “pick your answer A or B, it's a balance game, seoul university! welcome back to your favorite radio talk show— you send us two options, we pick one, and then we discuss why we picked it!”

PAIRING 𖦹 choi beomgyu x f!reader

GENRES 𖦹 fluff﹒crack﹒angst

WARNINGS 𖦹 mature language bc i need to swear every chance i can i’m so sorry, uni!au, childhood best friends to lovers trope, mutual but VERY oblivious pining, like i mean it when i say VERY oblivious, reader and beomgyu are kinda (really) dumb, everyone works for the uni radio station, seungmin and soobin are menaces to society, heeseung and jeongin are also menaces to society, chaeryeong wonders why men, this smau is actually very fast paced & kinda short so i’m sorry if it feels like the plot develops too fast for your taste

FEAT 𖦹 soobin from txt, heeseung from enhypen, jeongin and seungmin from skz, chaeryeong from itzy + mentions of other idols

SUMMARY 𖦹 choi beomgyu’s life was relatively simple. he woke up, went to class, met up with you (his best friend since 6th grade) for coffee, helped you manage the school’s radio station, co-hosted a talk show on said radio station with two of his closest friends and repeat. but when the show gets a question that asks whether he’d rather fall in love with a complete stranger or someone he’s known forever, choi beomgyu’s relatively simple life becomes extremely complicated.

STATUS 𖦹 off the air! (completed!)

START 𖦹 september 16, 2022

END 𖦹 december 26, 2022

MORE 𖦹 NO MORE SECOND LEAD BEOMGYU!!! i’ve had just about ENOUGH of giving him this treatment 😭😭 my king deserves better so i am giving him better in the form of my favorite tropes blended together 🫶 send an ask to join the taglist!!

++ this entire thing was beta’d by my bestie bff @lvandrmoon thank u luna !! i appreciate u sm <<3

PROFILES 𖦹 balance game bros | the brain cells(?)

ONE beomgyu > school > station

TWO ur despicable

THREE what the heart wants

FOUR we must repent

FIVE superbly interesting

SIX asking for oomf

SEVEN bitchless soobin and his bitchless anime

EIGHT plus one (964)

NINE seungbin and jeongseung

TEN a guest

ELEVEN y/n emo era

TWELVE intellectually intellectual

THIRTEEN taylor swift on main

FOURTEEN nice try tho

FIFTEEN he’s single

SIXTEEN willing to give it a shot

SEVENTEEN the only person to blame

EIGHTEEN abt to steal your man

NINETEEN i’d pick you a thousand times (1.7k)

TWENTY i’ll be waiting

#WOOOO LETS GOOO #i’m very very excited for y’all to finally have this baby #tomorrow x together #txt smau #txt social media au #txt socmed au #txt choi beomgyu x reader #txt choi beomgyu smau #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu smau #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smau #beomgyu social media au #balance.game.beomgyu⚖️#⭒ — fluffy fluff #🐻 — cbg #yeonjunszn

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ashfault · 19 days

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"Look, the sun shines bright with you around, my dear Kenna"

This AU is from @ambrosia72 , in where Ballister is a dragon with a lovechild named Kenna Valerie Boldheart! I LOVE HER STORY FOR THIS AU SM, and the design? *chef kiss* wonderful, it's so wonderful.

Original design maker is @mvjerbs , I like the design Ambrosia thought of and personally, I like it because hehe.. COMPLICATED OUTFIT DESIGNS woooo~~

Anyways, tysm again @ambrosia72 for giving me the fanfiction to read , it's a great ff, 10/10! Lots of plot twist! Boom boom and bam!

I'll draw Kenna when I have the time!

#ballister boldheart #nimona ballister #goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #ballister fanart #nimona au #nimona #dragon au #lovechild #fanchild #fanart #nimona fanart #dragon #nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona fanfic

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willow-lark · 1 year

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10 MORE byler fic recs!!!

with the discussion going on in our fandom lately, i wanted to try and uplift some really good fics i've read recently! pls check them out and show the works and authors some love 💕💕 (also thank you to the wonderful @andiwriteordie for motivating me to make another one of these. check out all of her fics along with these ones! :D) (also, my other rec lists: x x x)

we'd be great together by makeit_pink (T, 1/1, 2.6k) - mike and will are having their weekly movie night when they end up sharing a kiss. short and sweet. so, so cute and full of fluff!!

The Manuscript by @whereyouare13 (T, 2/10, 10k+, ongoing) - it's 1997. will byers is a popular sci-fi author, but his editor has rejected his latest romance book. things only get more complicated when mike wheeler re-enters his life. i am a SUCKER for reunion fics and i love will's relationship with robin in this one!! i CANNOT wait to see what happens next.

let the stars fall by @etchedstars (T, 1/1, 3k) - the world is ending. mike and will share a moment. oh??? my gosh??? i literally have not stopped thinking about this one since i read it. legitimately haunting. beautiful prose. mwah.

don't you know the truth (that i'm so in love with you) by mikeslawyer (G, 1/1, 14k) - soulmate aus my beloved. this one is SO GOOD!!! top tier angst right here. and the ending??? the ending??? my HEART. i'm sorry i'm not more eloquent but asdfgjkljk

i'll be watching you. by @beanieblogs (G, 7/?, 12k, ongoing) - in autumn 1983, hawkins national laboratory kidnaps will byers. he and el then escape together. HELLO??? THE concept of ALL TIME. it's more about the willel sibling bonding than byler so far but you should read it anyway. gosh. this is great.

7. träumerei by @tenderforgs (G, 1/1, 3.5k) - a beautifully done character study of will byers. i'm really obsessed with the prose & description in this one. just stunning!!

the body is a blade by @tenderforgs (T, 1/1, 1.6k) - GOD just kill me now will all of these beautiful will character studies???? augh. i want this fic tattooed on me. literally weeping.

Every eye trained on a different star by @ohfallingdisco (G, 1/1, 2.9k) - will comes out to bob. everything i never knew i needed. i miss bob every single day. this is so so good!! it really made me tear up.

stars by the pocketful by @thesapphicbard (T, 1/1, 1.1k) - will and mike share a sweet moment. THEY ARE SO IN LOVE!!! completely adorable. this is the kind of fic that i need to have 5 other apps open to read bc every line is so squee-inducing. i love it sm.

Mike Wheeler's Guide to Being a Supportive Friend by @mike-wheeler-ik-what-you-are (T, 1/1, 1.1k) - a guide to supporting your best friend when he comes out to you. god i love fics like this!! i'm never not down for a good delve into mike wheeler's brain. lighthearted and really funny!!

#byler #byler fics #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler fanfiction #byler fic rec #fic recs #posts of lark

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darkfluffydragon · 16 days

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Hello i really like your AU

Why is it called phantasmagoria ?

Why would be like thé dynamics between PV and SM in the future ?

KASBDAKB I LOVE THIS QUESTION.

Okay okay, so it all began last year during symphony practice. We're playing a song and it's called Phantasmagoria. Our conductor gets us to search for what it means.

Phantasmagoria: a sequence of real or imaginary images like that seen in a dream.

Ever since then, I've just loved the name, and I wanted to used it for something. Originally I wanted to use it for an Undertale AU, but I ended up never making anything official for that AU so that went down the drain. Then I made this AU, and Phantasmagoria fit perfectly with how Shadow Milk Cookie's manipulation feels to Pure Vanilla Cookie.

I think I mentioned before that to Pure Vanilla Cookie, it feels like a dream where he's lucid enough to be aware that it's a dream, but not lucid enough to act out in it. He's aware that he's being controlled, that his thoughts, actions, and emotions, aren't all his. But he's not aware enough to do anything about it. Like a weird, hazy dream.

Hence, the AU name :D

And for PV and SM's future dynamic? Best friend/Hostage Situation??? It's complicated, since all of PV's actions aren't really his, and SM's actions are also slowly being influenced by the consequences of possession and soul fusion. But I suppose the best way to say it would be eventual reluctant understanding yet still distrust. Pure Vanilla is physically unable to hate Shadow Milk though, and Shadow Milk is...fond? Of Pure Vanilla.

#fyp #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #cr kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #phantasmagoria crk #vanillaverse

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dearsnow · 1 year

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EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING

- your best friend comes home for the first time after joining the military. (jon snow x gn!reader, modern au, some parts are sad but it’s mostly fluffy). part of the mixtape 2: our version collab

based on “everywhere, everything” by noah kahan

word count: 3,530

a/n - i love jon sm but me personally? i would not be able to stand having a military man because i would be sad he’s not in my arms every day 🥲

Coming back to his large family house in his little hometown leaves Jon feeling conflicted. The snow is the same. The barren trees, the little snowmen on the front lawn, the crunch of leaves underfoot- everything is the same. It’s so similar to the life he once had, yet so different. As he gazes upon the once-warm house in the cold north, he finds it hard to swallow. His half-siblings have grown so much that he can hardly recognize the littlest ones; they went from lumps of blankets and tears to little people with their own thoughts and complicated personalities.

He will see you, too, and he isn’t sure if he can even handle the idea.

Leaving to join the military was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, yet it was necessary. Northward Base, lovingly nicknamed “The Wall” by its residents, had opened so many opportunities for him. Honor to his family and whatnot. He had gone through so much with his brothers, and there was yet more to come. But he is back now, at his old doorstep.

Sansa stands in the doorway, leaning on the side of it. Arya hasn’t spotted him yet, though he is sure she will rush him with a hug and a million questions when she does. Robb offers to take his luggage in with him, but Jon shakes his head with a smile. He can carry his own bags now.

You’ve been waiting for this day for so long. After years, years of waiting and writing to him and sitting in your own isolation, your best friend is at the tips of your numb fingers. As you stare out your window, almost afraid he would disappear again if you blink, you remember the day he left.

It was barely the middle of fall. There were dead leaves raked in piles outside of his house, the house you frequented, and you felt an almost childish urge. Who could stop you, though?

You jumped in a pile, the material underneath your boots giving out a crackling noise so loud it alerted the attention of the newly eleven-year-old Arya. She quickly jumped in with you, tackling you to the ground. You fell with a ‘fwump’, a giggle bubbling up through your stomach like warm cider. The ground was hard, the hidden rock underneath the left side of your back even harder, but all you could feel was joy.

You were too grown to be playing like that, and you knew it. You figured, though, that you had too little time to not enjoy every second of it. A mildly shocked Jon watched from the sidelines.

“Having fun?” He called. You laughed, the sound ringing out like a harmony to his ears.

“Definitely. Why don’t you come join us?” You tried to stand back up, but the child in your lap was making it a lot harder. Arya stuck out her tongue.

“Yeah, have a little fun!”

Jon shook his head. “Not today, I’m afraid.” He hesitated. “I actually have something to talk to you about.” He was looking so deeply into your soul you were sure he could see the words rumbling at the back of your throat.

Arya knew. She knew what he had to tell you, and she knew what you would say, and she decided that she would rather die than see the light fade from your eyes. She looked between the two of you for a moment then scampered away into the house behind her.

Your head was spinning. Why would she just leave like that? You knew her. She needed to know every moment, every interaction, every little glance between friend or foe. She would surely stay, unless (of course) she was already clued into the situation.

Jon took a deep breath, and you could tell his heart was aching just by the look in his deep brown eyes. His fists were clenched at his side and his breaths formed quick clouds in the cool air. You stood up, and he didn’t move to brush the leaves out of your hair like he normally would. His hands stayed still, so you took them in yours. He was ice cold.

“I’m leaving.” Oh, your Jon. So quick to the point.

“When? To where?” You questioned. You knew he had to leave at some point. You were leaving for college in the next month, though your university was so close to your home it was barely a drive.

“Today,” He whispered, “to join the military.” Your heart dropped down to your feet. You could feel a sting in your eyes, like a wave of salt water had suddenly drowned you. You now understand why Arya left so quickly.

“Today.” A prickle formed behind your eyes. “How could you not tell me? I won’t be able to see you for so long.”

He wilted like a dying flower. “I was going to. I would’ve told you when I first thought about enlisting, but it was finals week. It felt like a bad time. Then, so much happened and I just… I just couldn’t do it. But I’m leaving for Northward today, and I needed to tell you before I went.” He swallowed thickly. You looked so crestfallen, with your teary eyes and shaking voice. He wished he didn’t have to leave you like that, but he had made up his mind long ago.

“I wish you had told me earlier.” You choked out. He winced a little bit. “At the very least, I could’ve spent more time with you. Gotten milkshakes at the café by the church one more time,” his fists tighten more than he even thought possible. “but I want you to know that I support your decision. I believe you’ll be the best they’ve ever seen.”

You wanted to scream. To yell, to beg and clutch at his coat and plead for him to stay. A rabid animal had taken over your heart, clawing at your insides and shredding your resolve like cheese.

Jon could tell you were on the verge of tears just by looking at your shifting eyes. If you were a subject, he would pass with flying colors. He didn’t know what to do except embrace you.

You sunk into his arms like they were a plush comforter. The sun was collapsing, but with him, you were safe. That would have to change soon.

You could feel your tears making wet little marks on his shirt as your feelings finally bubbled over. He was leaving. You wouldn’t see him for a long, long time after that day, and you didn’t know how you would be able to stand it.

He lifted your chin with gentle hands. He hated seeing you cry, whether it was from a sad movie or something far more serious, so he did the only thing his heart could think of doing.

He pressed his lips to yours, and the sun finally exploded behind you.

You step out onto the sidewalk nervously, and past his driveway, you can see Jon. He’s just standing there, exchanging banter with Robb. Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. Then, finally, he turns around.

When his eyes lock with yours, it’s like nothing ever changed. He’s taller now, with more muscle, a lot more scars, and a lot less hair. But he’s still Jon. You know his face like the back roads in Winterfell, the ones you can drive with your eyes closed. You know him like the little dorm that has been your new home for the past few years. God, you know him.

When you were sixteen, and he had just gotten his license, he took you out for a drive. He went on the back roads, the bumpy ones that sent you flying if you weren’t properly strapped in. You sat in the front seat of his brother’s old truck as you talked about anything and everything you could ever talk about.

When he reached his destination and laid out blankets in the bed of the truck, you didn’t know that in a few years, he would be gone. You laid in his arms that day as you watched the clouds meander by overhead. It was summer. The air was fresh, the grass field was peaceful, his breath was on your neck, and the birds were singing their twittering little songs. For a quiet boy, he sure talked a lot when it was just you and him. He was curious and lively in those little moments. His stoicism was put off to the side and he could talk freely when you looked at him. Your eyes were just so inviting he couldn’t stop his words from tumbling over the edge.

“I want to join the military someday. It’ll make my dad happy, I think, knowing I’m in there with my uncle. For once, maybe I can be more than my father’s unfortunate mistake. But I also know that it means leaving Winterfell behind, maybe forever. It means leaving everywhere, everything, and everyone. I wonder if I could even make a decision like that.” He said, eyes glued to the sky above. It was nice like that, you thought. Watching him watch the clouds.

“Whatever you decide, I’ll always be here for you.” You responded simply. It was true. Somehow, you knew you would still love him even if he was a million miles away. You would love him if he got a lover, though you would try your best to stop, and you would love him when he was dead. You would love him when you were dead, too. You would love him so deeply the worms would taste his lips on your rotting skin. “Just remember to write me every once in a while.” You didn’t know how soon he would be leaving, and looking back on it, you should have seen the signs. You should’ve known that he would leave the moment he graduated. He was always like that, persevering and fighting and marching forward the moment life called for it. But in the moment, you couldn’t even fathom life without your best friend. The only thing that mattered was the present.

He had brought a little laptop, and you both binge-watched bad rom-coms until you fell asleep wrapped in blankets that smelled like him.

He takes a step towards you, unsure. You’re unsure too, but a magnetic force pulls you forward until you’re both stumbling over your feet to get to each other. You crash into him, and he holds you like you might shatter and break. “Jon,” You whisper, “I missed you so much.” He smiles.

“I surely missed you more.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Impossible. I wrote you so many letters they could fill a book, and I saved all of your texts.”

He looks at you with soft eyes. “You never left my mind when I was up there. Never.”

Robb hoots from the sidelines, and Sansa giggles. The Starks had been your rocks while Jon was away, though Robb was often gone, and you love them like siblings. They’ve always been your siblings, in a sense.

“Save some love for me, brother!” Robb calls. Jon looks over with a joking glare before Sansa pulls the other Stark into their family home. She was the wariest of you at first, but she quickly became one of your most trusted confidants. You guess she liked having someone around that she could spill drama to- none of her siblings cared for the latest whos, whats, and wheres.

Jon is still hugging you, but he pulls away just the tiniest bit. “We should go get milkshakes while I’m home. Is Hot Pie’s still open or has it closed down since I’ve been away?”

You narrow your eyes. “It’s still open, but don’t you think you should greet the rest of your family first?” He pauses like he just now realized. He laughs a little heartwarming laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right. Here,” He pulls out his keys, “Just wait in the truck. I’ll be out in a little.”

The ‘little’ was more like half an hour, but you were happy to wait. You realized, in those thirty minutes, something that you should have known years ago. You need to savor life while it lasts, let it melt on your tongue like a chocolate before you’re too old to taste it. You need to savor him while he’s yours. Everything will end someday, and you need to act like it. You set your resolve when you see him speed walking towards his truck. The same one from all those years ago, passed down to him when Robb had gotten something fresher and newer. Jon was never one to waste, so when it was his turn to have it, he fixed it up. It still felt the same, but the air freshener on the rearview mirror was an entirely new scent.

He got in the driver’s seat, and everything felt familiar. It felt like a wave washing over you, reminding you of all of the memories you have ever had with him.

There’s a little smile on his face as he turns the keys in the ignition.

“What did you do while I was away? Anything new you didn’t mention in your letters?” He asks. He’s watching the road, and you’re staring at the usual blur of snow and bare trees.

“Oh, nothing. I just studied a lot and missed you. I made a couple new friends in college, and I definitely missed you. Oh, have I mentioned that I missed you yet?” You tease. His cold heart warms in his chest as he chuckles.

“No, I don’t think you have.” He says, eyes flickering over to you for a minute.

“What were you up to?”

He shrugs. “I got promoted to lieutenant. I didn’t really want it, but it’s what I had to do. I was also attacked by my own platoon and my heart stopped. Got released from duty after that. I should have just stayed home.”

Your mouth drops open. “And you didn’t mention any of that to me?” He squints at the road.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” He replied simply. What a doofus, always concerned about you when all you want to do is be there for him.

“Well, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But if you do want to, my ears are open.” He laughs at that, and you laugh, and you’re both laughing so hard he almost misses the turn to Hot Pie’s. It’s not that funny, but somehow, it rekindles an old, dying flame.

The rest of the short drive is filled with words spilling from the surface of your skin. You have so much to talk about. Things both of you couldn’t express through letters or texts bubble up, and nothing stops them. You’re breathless by the time you reach the door of the café.

He opens the door for you, always a gentleman. When you step through the threshold, the familiar smell of sweets and freshly-baked bread wafting through the air, the boy behind the counter gasps.

“Our favorite customers, back again!” It’s Hot Pie himself, now grown and definitely friendlier than he once was. He was lovingly nicknamed after the place he worked a long time ago, and it seemingly stuck to this day. His name tag reads “Hot Pie Jr”.

You shoot him a smile. “You know we couldn’t stay away for very long.” He nods, satisfied with your answer.

“I guess it’s the usual then. An Oreo milkshake for m’lord, and something special for someone special.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you snort. He still knows your order.

When you sit down at your usual booth, you notice a new painting on the wall. It’s a gorgeous landscape featuring the sun setting over a grassy field, one that looks so much like that certain spot in Winterfell it makes you shiver. You wonder if the café’s owners had it commissioned. Jon notices it too, and he gives you a slightly confused look.

“Is that…?”

“I think so.” It’s such a coincidence. There are reminders of your time in the bustling town everywhere. It’s like you can never escape it, and you’re quite sure you don’t want to. “That’s so weird, but I feel like it’s meant to be there.”

He nods in agreement. “Everything feels like it’s meant to be here. Especially you.” He makes no attempt to elaborate, so you gently coax the words he’s choking back out of his mouth.

“What do you mean by that?”

He hesitates. “You just feel like home to me. Being back here, not giving inspiring speeches or training or listening for gunshots and talking to you makes me think I could have a real second chance at life. When I’m with you, nothing else matters.” He looks at you like he expects you to kick him where it hurts. You don’t even consider that for a second.

“I feel the same way.” You offer, giving him a watery smile. The way he words things sounds so poetic it makes your head spin. You can feel tears rushing to your eyes again and the rough patch in your throat flares up, choking you with words unsaid. Something about him makes you emotional in a way you can’t even hope to stop. He lets out a deep sigh and looks even deeper into your eyes.

“I love you.”

You’re a little shocked. He’s not one to express his emotions so openly, but you’re glad your friend feels safe with you. “I love you too.”

“Not in that way. I love you so much it almost hurts. Every minute you’re gone I think about you, and I think about you even when you’re right in front of me. I’ve never loved anyone this deeply.” He confesses. You’ve been waiting for this moment since the moment you met him.

You met when you were both extremely young. His parents invited yours over for a dinner party, and you hit it off so well with the quiet boy that he has been stuck to your side ever since.

You loved him at first sight. From the moment you saw him, you fell head over heels into a never ending spiral of him. Down, down, down the rabbit hole you went, and you don’t regret a single second of pining. Everything has led up to this moment.

He looks so earnest and kind it sends a throb through your heart. He laid his inner workings on the table in front of you, and you can only respond in kind.

“Me too.” His eyes widen significantly, but he lets you continue. “I’ve loved you like that since we were little, before I even really knew what love was. I just saw your little frown and curly black hair and thought ‘yes, he’s the one’.” He smiles at that. “But really, I fell in love with your heart. I fell in love with how you care about other people, especially Arya. I fell in love with your intelligence and sparring prowess and messy handwriting. I love everything about you.” Your words come out in a ramble. You can’t stop yourself, the reasons just keep pouring until there’s nothing left.

He listens with thirsty ears. When you’re almost out of things to say, he can feel his heart beating just as fast as it did when he told you about his decision to leave. Butterflies are flocking in his stomach, but he leans over the table anyways to capture you in your second ever kiss. His lips are warm, just like how his hands usually are. They’re a little rough, too, but you don’t fault him for it. At the moment, nothing else matters except the fact that your passion is leaking out of every pore on your body.

When you finally break away to suck in greedy gulps of air, the volcano in your heart erupts and sends your mind reeling.

“Oh my god.” You’re so dazed you can barely function, and he doesn’t look much better. He’s panting a little, and that’s when Hot Pie decides to bring over your drinks.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, but here you are. On the house, lovebirds.” He teases. Jon’s face flushes red, and your cheeks warm so quickly you could rival a stovetop. He leaves you alone after that, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Jom clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You ask, breathless.

“For not asking to be your boyfriend earlier.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, and it makes you laugh.

“Well, you certainly can be. I would appreciate it if you didn’t wait until the day of to announce your next departure, though.” He cringes.

“Understood.”

It’s a long time before you’re ready to leave Hot Pie’s, but in your eyes, it’s the most meaningful time you’ve ever spent. When you walk out, you walk out hand in hand, and for the first time in a long while, you truly feel alive.

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