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ghouljams · 11 months

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You are fueling something in me. You call that demon Reader Fetch and all I can think of is König saying Good Girl and patting her head when she does, indeed, fetch (I’m gonna go bath in holy water now, I am so sorry)

König doesn't know how obsessed with him Fetch is, but it's really his fault because he does do that!! He doesn't know how to act around her, he's never had a universe assigned girlfriend before...

You think König's back might be sore from carrying his team through missions. Just one demon's opinion, but you sort of wonder if anyone here would get anything done without him. He, well both of you, are on loan from KorTac to some nothing mercenary group that you didn't even bother learning the name of. They all avoided him like the plague.

"You don't think that might be your fault?" He asks, arms crossed in faux ease while he leg bounces nervously. You pull yourself from his shadow on the plane wall, just enough to rest your elbows on his broad shoulders.

"Why would it be my fault?" König doesn't look at you, you pick at the edges of his hood, making sure they're in the right place. You like how big he is, he hardly seems to feel the weight of his sins, even when they're literally sitting on him.

"You're joking." He says it like a fact, but you think it might have been meant as a question. You grin and wiggle your fingers in greeting at the soldier sitting across from König. He refuses to look at you.

"You think I'm spooky Colonel?" You ask low in his ear, leaning more against his back to feel his heart jump. You know he likes when you call him that, remind him he's got a position over the other men that isn't just your presence.

"You shouldn't scare the other soldiers," He tells you, reaching over his shoulder to grab the back of your shirt and pull you the rest of the way out of the shadow, "it's bad for morale."

You settle more comfortable against his back, or try to around all the tac gear. You hum, resting your cheek against his shoulder, trying your best to look very not spooky. That doesn't mean you don't conjure some nice shadowy bat wings behind your charge, they're just as scared of him anyway.

König threads his fingers through your hair, scratching gently, something to occupy his nervous hands. You like it when he touches you like this, without thinking about it, it makes you feel like he's really gotten used to you. In record time too.

"Enemies closing fast," a voice crackles over König's radio. You pass him another round, happily following in his shadow as he moves.

"Fetch," König summons, you hum in assent waiting for your orders, "time to target?"

You zip through the shadows, tripping enemy combatants as you leverage their shadows for a path. You let your connection to König pull you back. "At current speed with engagement, maybe 20 minutes?"

König hums, and you see the cold excitement of death in his eyes, "And without engagement?"

"Five."

"Good," He nods, "Let's retrieve livers this time, I'm interested to see how long it takes them to die without one."

"I'll clear the path, don't keep me waiting." You grin and disappear.

König jogs towards point, it's certainly been enlightening having you around. Your manual was comprehensive, but not as precise as your actual practice. Location and Retrieval had sounded... useful but not exactly needed when he'd first read it, but now? Now he walks over the bodies of men with holes punched through their stomachs, clawing at the dirt as they bleed out, and he thinks the uses might actually have been understated in the manual.

He's been testing the limits of your abilities, and you're proving yourself to be quite handy. Not to mention saving him a lot of time on intelligence missions. Those are tedious, he's never liked them, but with you he gets to skip the worst parts. He watches you hold a man by the back of the neck as you sink your hand into him like a knife, extracting his bleeding liver with pinpoint accuracy.

König thinks of the story of Loki and the dwarves, how they couldn't determine where the neck ended and the head started, thus delaying the God's beheading. He doesn't think you'd have that problem, as you hold the liver out triumphantly and let the man fall into a heap. Not a vein or tendon remains attached to the organ, the platonic ideal of a liver, like you'd pulled a model of it from the man instead of actual living tissue. He doesn't know how you do it, retrieving only and exactly what's asked.

"Good girl," He settles a hand on your head when he reaches you, enjoying the way you light up at the praise. It makes something squirm in his chest. He's still getting used to that part, the affection you seem to inspire in him, how giving you orders feels so much different from ordering a soldier around. "Braves Mädchen," he mumbles, feeling you press against his hand for more attention.

What had the manual said? Tendencies towards the flesh? He could do that.

#demon!darling au #könig modern warfare #könig x you #könig x reader #oc: fetch #fetch trying not to jump this man's bones at every opportunity #König: wow she really seems to like being called a good girl but we all like a little praise for a job well done #the manual: these demons will want to fuck you do not engage in physical affections if this is not what you want #that sign wont stop König because he cant read

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m1d-45 · 9 months

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rain or shine

summary: you aren’t feeling the best, but luckily for you inazuma’s resident “fixer” is here to do away with your ailments

word count: 1.1k

-> warnings: mentions of nausea, reader doesn’t eat much due to said nausea, dw thoma has you covered though

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr

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you were having a bad day. plain and simple.

it started yesterday, when you had to stay up late to complete some last minute forms. the estate needed supplies a bit sooner than typical, but you didn’t mind the extra time it took. rain kept you company, a light sprinkle that quickly turned heavy, though thankfully with no lightning. it seemed the shogun was in a better mood today.

you woke up tired, with rolling nausea and a fierce headache. had you caught something? you hoped not, as you were planning on being productive today. a painkiller and a swig of water mostly did away with the headache, but the nausea refused to leave. you couldn’t even properly enjoy your breakfast, only getting through half of it before giving up. maybe you’d have it for lunch? that would save you some time and trouble later…

that was your first mistake. if anything, it only caused more trouble as the day stretched on. you went to the garden with a folder in hand, passing it off to a group of staff waiting by the gates. it was their list of things to pick up, and a lengthy one at that. the party was larger than typical to account for this, but when you were asked to join them, you couldn’t help but agree. they could use the help, right?

your second mistake. the trip was to bring back various supplies—silks, ingredients, toiletries and the like—from inazuma city back to the estate. it was a routine operation, one that you would normally be able to complete easily, except for the fact that it had rained the night before. mud stuck to your shoes, the unusually humid air clinging to your skin. your half-breakfast didn’t help, and your headache was beginning to return again. halfway through, when your crew took a break, you couldn’t stomach anything more than a few sips of water. by the time the final crate was carried back to the estate, you were far past lightheaded, breath coming in thin pants. a few of your fellow workers stopped to check on you—“hey, you should sit down” “what’s wrong?” “here, have some of my water”—but you waved all of them off. you were supposed to help, not worry them. you did have to promise to take a break before they’d let you leave, and though you were grateful for their concern, you did feel a little bitter.

all of this was your own fault, after all. why should you make them worried over something easily preventable?

you walked to your room with a hand on the wall for balance, blessedly not running into anyone. you weren’t sure how you’d explain yourself in you ran into lady ayaka- or worse, thoma. it wasn’t that you’d get in trouble, certainly not, but you were too ill for whatever food or drink they’d offer, and you didn’t feel like distracting either of them from their jobs. thoma especially so, since you knew he’d have a hard time focusing on his work if he saw you like this. it would normally be endearing, but today was everything but normal.

you pushed open the door to your room, pushing it closed behind you without stopping to lock it. the estate had the highest security in inazuma second only to the tenshukaku itself, and you honestly couldn’t be bothered. it’s not like staff were in the habit of snooping through each others rooms, and the extra effort was hardly worth it right now.

your sheets were blessedly cool as you fell onto your bed, barely putting in effort to arrange yourself on it. you’re… just taking a break. that’s all. just resting, and then you’ll get up and do all those things you were supposed to.

after all, it would be irresponsible of you not to, right?

you wake up to something cold dripping down your face, though your room was still dark. at least no one was here, then… but what was on your forehead?

you struggled to open your eyes, barely making out anything. you could tell someone had closed your door since no light was coming through, but who?

a gentle hand on your shoulder stopped you from getting up, the cold whatever—cloth, maybe?—on your forehead shifting as you did. “stay, you’re alright.”

you let your eyes close. you should have seen this coming, in truth.

“…thoma?”

“i’m right here.” his hand moved up and you could feel his gloves on your cheek as he wiped something away. “and don’t worry, all of my duties were finished while you’ve been asleep. i’m all yours.”

well, at least you weren’t disturbing him. small wins. “what are you doing here?”

“you have a fever,” he said simply. “you likely just caught a small bug and overworked yourself. don’t worry, it should be gone within a day or so.”

you’d been hoping you weren’t sick, that maybe it was the heat of the humidity making you feel ill. then again, you’d also hoped not to fall asleep, so…

thoma took the cloth from your head, and you hear small splashes and the trickle of water. “furata tells me you went out this morning with the other staff.” he places it back on your forehead, wiping away any droplets that spill before they reach your ears or eyes. it’s much cooler now, and you worry about how long he’s been sitting here. “she also says you looked quite tired before you left.”

“thoma-“

“i’m not upset.” as if to prove it, he takes one of your hands in his, squeezing once. “but i am worried. can you tell me why you went with them if you weren’t feeling well?”

“i just wanted to help.”

“i understand that, but you need to put yourself first, love. you can’t help others if you don’t first help yourself.” he removed the towel and put the back of his hand to your cheek, humming, then both were gone. “do you think you could eat something?”

you opened your eyes properly, taking stock of your body and room. he’d propped his vision on your nightstand as his source of light, and though it was small it still stung, your eyes slightly watering. but the rest had been good for you, and your head hurt a little less than it did before. “maybe.”

he smiled, lifting your hand to press a kiss to the back of it. “i can work with maybe. how does soup sound?”

“lovely.”

“perfect.” he lets go of your hand and moves it behind your back, the other hooking under your legs.

“thoma, you-“

“don’t have to, i know.” effortlessly, you’re lifted into the air, greeted with a kiss to your cheek. “but i like taking care of you. now, what kind of tea would you like with your meal?”

#wrote this for myself but y’all can have it if you want #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #thoma x you #thoma x reader #thoma #thoma genshin #genshin hurt comfort #hurt comfort #fun fact. this is about a legitimate self care tactic i have dubbed ‘self care thoma’#would thoma let you get away with not doing [thing]? then go do it #it’s pair is self care diona. would you let diona get away with not [thing]? then why aren’t you doing it?#it works and i sometimes kinda hate it does. no i don’t wanna brush my teeth but fuck man i can’t make thoma sad #i may be cringe. but i have brushed my teeth.

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phillycheesesteakcore · 10 months

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Blood // Water

CONTAINS SEASON 1 SPOILERS!

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: in the days following the Doodler's release, there are those who would use the chaos for their own gain, but Henry Oak and his friends and family aren't going to let that happen

content warnings: none that I'm aware of, if there's anything I missed please let me know!

author's note: I was supposed to finish and post this a while ago, life got in the way, sorry guys. Based vaguely on this.

The days following the Doodler’s release were absolute chaos. As reality seemed to collapse upon itself again and again, people turned to who they thought they could for help, guidance, anything. Religious leaders, government personnel and the like were hounded by the masses, masses who were every bit as terrified and confused as they were.

There were of course those who knew exactly what was going on. A small group of families; the Wilsons, the Oak-Garcias, the Stamplers, and the Foster-Closes, newly returned from an adventure of their own. They’d immediately sprung into action, searching for answers in the arcane and mundane, puzzling a way to put the world back together the way it’d been before.

And there were, of course, those who looked at the world as it was; the turmoil, the discord, the agony, and saw it as cold, hard, gleaming opportunity. After all, who’d notice an extra lining in a wallet, what with the end of the world?

Henry sat slumped in a chair at the kitchen table, arms hanging limply by his side, staring mindlessly ahead at the muted television on the counter. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t felt this dull, pounding ache in is head. He knew he hadn’t slept in… more than just hours. Days? A week? Did it matter? He was hell for it either way. He knew he should rest; knew he just wasn’t useful to anyone like this. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t lay his head to sleep peacefully while the world burned outside his window. Not when it was his fault, not when he could’ve done something to stop–

He shook his head, wincing slightly at the pang of pain the movement caused. He couldn’t think like that. It wasn’t helpful. And it’s not true, Mercedes’ voice rang in his head. Henry smiled. She was right, he knew. Rubbing his eyes, he looked blearily at the time displayed in the corner of the news crawl on the tv. 5:55 am. Still staring ahead, he wondered if he should even bother trying to get to bed. The boys would probably be up soon anyways. Henry sighed. He knew he should talk to them. Really talk, not just the shallow tip-toeing they’d done around the issue. Ask why they’d–

Something on the tv caught Henry’s attention. “Klax Korp To Move Ahead with Construction Project” crawled along the bottom of the screen. That couldn’t be right. Henry closed his eyes, trying to concentrate through his headache. Before the… end of the world, Klax Korp had started construction on a new manufacturing site just north of town. But it’d been discovered that there weren’t accommodations in the site plans for proper waste disposal, and that in all likelihood the waste would just being dumped into the river, poisoning the ecosystem of the entire river valley. Henry and Mercedes had organized a very successful protest, halting construction, and eventually an official statement was released from Klax Korp, saying that construction would not resume until a proper solution was found. That’d been barely ten days ago, just before the release of the Doodler, there’s no way they could’ve possibly come up with a feasible solution in such a short time. Proper planning and enacting would take several months at the very least.

Unless of course, they had no intention of making any such changes. Doing so would cost a lot of money, and Klax Korp had proven again and again they were willing to cut any corners to avoid that. The chaos of the Doodler’s release was the perfect time to quietly go ahead with their plans. Henry dragged himself out of his chair, swooning slightly as he did so. He really needed to get some sleep. He knew what he had to do now, and to do it properly he’d need rest. But at least now he had something he could do.

Darryl was just getting out of the Honda Odyssey when Ron’s car drove up and parked at the end of the Oak-Garcia’s driveway. He waited for Ron to join him and they walked together up the short stone pathway to the front door.

“D’you know what this is all about?” Darryl asked, “It didn’t sound like Doodler stuff over the phone.”

Ron just shook his head and shrugged.

“I guess we’ll find out inside.” Darryl said, ringing the doorbell.

“It’s open!” Glenn’s muffled voice came from inside. Pushing open the door, Ron and Darryl found the Oak-Garcia household in its usual state of charming chaos. Weaving between the toys strewn on the floor, creative art pieces yet to find their rightful place, and various rocks taking up more space than they really should, the dads found Glenn posted up in the kitchen over a tray of Mercedes’ oatmeal raisin coconut cookies. He pushed the tray in their direction as they approached.

“They’re better than you’d think,” he said, mouth full, sending crumbs flying. Ron took one.

“Where’s Henry?” Darryl asked, taking one himself.

“Right here!” Henry called, coming down the stairs. “Sorry about the mess, it’s been a weird couple of days.”

“It’s fine, we get it.” Darryl said.

“You look less terrible.” Ron said.

“Thank you, Ron,” Henry said appreciatively, knowing he meant no harm, “I actually got a couple of hours of sleep today if you can believe it.”

“Hey good on you man,” Glenn said, clapping him on the shoulder, “So what’s up?”

Henry sighed, preparing himself. He told them about what he’d seen on the news, and what he figured Klax Korp were trying to do under the radar. “I know this sort of thing isn’t really in you guys’ wheelhouse, and that it may sound like a whole load of phooey to you. And I know we have way bigger fish to fry right now, with the Doodler and everything. But if stuff like this gets ignored, even if we do manage to fix things, we might end up in a world much worse for wear than it really should’ve been.”

“Yeah, man. Screw the corporations.” Glenn said. “So what’s the plan. We blowing this place sky high or?”

“What? No!” Henry gasped. “This isn’t Faerun, we can’t just go around blowing things up. And honestly, we shouldn’t have been doing it there either.”

“So what do you want us to do?” Darryl asked.

“I wanted you guys to come to a protest with me.” Henry said. “There was a group of people Mercedes and I organized with the last time, but a lot of them were put out of commission what with the end of the world and all. The group is much smaller than it used to be, and there’s strength in numbers. The more of us there are, the bigger the disruption, the more of an impact we have the potential to make. If you knew anyone you could invite to come as well that’s be a big help.”

The dads all looked at each other, and then back at Henry, nodding.

“Yeah, we’d love to help.”

“Absolutely,”

“Cool,”

The next few days were a blur. Signs were made, scheduling was done, friends were enlisted. Most of the families of the other kids from the soccer team agreed to come, many of Carol, Morgan, and Samantha’s coworkers did too. Glenn reached out to his fans on social media, and word spread fast.

The first few days were incredible. A couple dozen people each day, making quite a racket at the gates of the construction site. A local news van even showed up to report on it. But it wasn’t enough, and soon the numbers started dwindling.

The dads were gathered at the Wilson residence after another protest with paltry attendance, snacking on Darryl’s homemade brownies.

“Alright team, let’s debrief,” Darryl said, handing out glasses of raspberry lemonade.

“Look guys I’m sorry,” Henry said, “I know things started out great, but at this point I feel like I’m wasting all of your time.”

“Nah man it’s cool.” Glenn said. “It’s a good thing you’re trying to do. We just need to get the word out better.”

“But how?” Ron asked. “We’ve asked pretty much everyone we know, and you’ve asked a bunch of people you don’t know.”

“Hey,” Darryl said, “we’ll figure this out. We just need something new.”

“Yeah,” Glenn said, “maybe we don’t need more people, maybe we just need to be more disruptive. We need to come up with something big, and fast. Isn’t there supposed to be a representative from Klax Korp coming in a few days? Whenever they’ll be there is the best time to make a decisive move.”

A silence fell over the group as they tried to puzzle it out.

“Man, it’s too bad we can’t get your dad to help us Henry,” Ron said after a moment.

“What– why?” Henry asked, bewildered.

“I mean, he convinced all those people in Oakvale to like not litter and stuff.” Ron replied. Henry thought about it for moment. He definitely didn’t want to enact the same kind of society Barry had. But in terms of being disruptive like Glenn said… there was a page out of his father’s book he could take. A grin spread on Henry’s face.

“I just had the best idea.”

Darryl called up his sister. If there was anyone who knew how to get what they’d need for Henry’s idea, it was her. She was happy to oblige and took Darryl to a workshop she knew where they made the product. They’d need something much bigger than the typical size and had to be custom made, but with a few favors called in from her, it’d be ready in a little over a week.

Ron was tasked with communicating the plan to the others that were still out protesting with them. The dads didn’t want to take them too much by surprise and have them all run away. It definitely took some convincing but somehow Ron got them to understand.

Glenn decided the most important element for their plan was the music. He and Henry spent days on end trying to find just the right song for what they had in mind. The night before the day of, Glenn texted Henry that he’d found the perfect one and to leave everything up to him.

The next morning, a bigger crowd was gathered at the gates of the Klax Korp construction site than had been for a long time. Security kept them from getting too close, but they were still all abuzz with anticipation. Even more news vans were there to cover the day. A sleek black car pulled up, and out stepped the Klax Korp rep. He made his way to the stage set up to speak, but the crowd just got louder drowning out anything he had to say.

And then they did quiet down a bit, listening to something faintly heard on the wind. A rhythmic thumping, like heavy feet on the ground. And with it a voice, Glenn’s voice.

Beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic

You poisoned me just for another dollar in your pocket

The thumping and singing got louder and closer, some people could even swear they felt the ground shake beneath their feet.

Now I am the violence, I am the sickness

Won’t accept your silence, beg me for forgiveness

And with that, a huge mass came barreling out of the forest. Even though they’d been warned ahead of time, the very sight of it made the crowd scream. A gargantuan Kodiak bear came running at full speed towards the gates of the Klax Korp construction site. Seated in a custom-made saddle designed for this huge beast was one Mercedes Oak-Garcia, face covered in what could only be described as war paint and screaming at the top of her lungs. On either side of the saddle hung a speaker blasting the sound of Glenn’s voice.

We’ll never get free, lamb to the slaughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?

Vines sprung up from the ground, parting the crowd in two as the beast came bearing down the middle. It went barreling up to the podium, knocking it and the Klax Korp representative over. The security scattered in all directions, leaving the rep pinned under the mighty paws of the bear.

The price of your greed, your son and your daughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?

“Tell your people,” Mercedes said down to him, “to fix their plans for this place. We will not have our home and our waters poisoned, is that understood?”

The rep nodded desperately, tears running down his face. The bear let up its paws and he fled back to his car, taking off in a cloud of dust away from the site.

I am the people

I am the storm

Mercedes turned the bear around and faced the crowd, looking from the protesters to the cameramen and reporters.

“There are those who would use this time of chaos for their own benefit, to the detriment of others,”

I am the riot

I am the swarm

“Rest assured you will be found out. Rest assured we will not let you quietly do so,”

When the last tree’s fallen

The animal can’t hide

Money won’t solve it

“The cruelty of using the cover of mayhem to ruin the lives of others is unforgiveable,”

What’s your alibi?

“We will not forgive. We will be there. And we will give you no peace.”

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the–

Blood in the water?

The bear reared up on its hind legs and roared, teeth bared, claws extended.

“Plot and plan knowing that we will never give you purchase to hurt this earth we share, not then and certainly not now.” And with that, the bear went running back into the woods, taking the wild woman and the music with him.

By the very next day, Klax Korp issued a new statement assuring the public that more serious endeavors would be made to ensure that no waste products from the manufacturing site would end up being dumped there. Mercedes clicked off the tv and gave Henry a kiss on the cheek.

“We did it, mi osito,” she said.

“I’m sure there’ll be others,” he replied.

“And I’m sure we’ll be able to handle it when there are.”

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twistedappletree · 10 months

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TYPE: One-shot (bite sized!)

JURISDICTION: It’s feelings realization, your honor.

PAIRING: Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui

SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, unnamed town girls

ELEMENTS: Town setting, canon universe, first kiss, Jin Ling POV, internal monologue, awkward juniors being awkward because feelings are confusing~

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He doesn’t ask what’s wrong with himself because it’s obvious now—why he doesn’t know how to talk to girls, why it bothers him to see Lan Sizhui so natural at it, why it hurts so much to walk away from him.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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In which Jin Ling is bad at feelings, Lan Sizhui’s ‘people-pleasing’ is mistaken as flirting and both discover the magic of (young and awkward) communication.

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Jin Ling doesn’t know how to talk to girls.

In fact, he’s better at scaring them away more than anything. Lan Jingyi doesn’t know how to talk to girls either, which makes Jin Ling feel better knowing there’s someone equally as hopeless as him—and let’s face it, it would be devastatingly embarrassing if Lan Jingyi out of all people were better at courting than him.

The thing is, no matter how much Lan Jingyi sucks at talking to girls, he still seems to enjoy it.

Jin Ling doesn’t.

And because of this, he feels like there’s something wrong with him beyond terrible social skills. That’s why, when he sees Lan Sizhui easily talking to girls as though it’s second nature, he experiences a crushing mix of jealousy and despair.

Jealousy because he’s better than Jin Ling at something? Maybe. Despair for the same reason? Possibly. But Jin Ling doesn’t even like talking to girls, or other people in general, so this reasoning doesn’t quite make sense.

They’re at the docks of a new town, going through the same routine as usual: a flock of girls their age oohs and ahhs at the young cultivators of the esteemed Lan clan, then swarms Lan Sizhui in particular—all batting eyelashes and playful smiles as they bombard him with questions.

And Lan Sizhui, a gentleman to a fault, humors them, laughs with them, matches their smiles in all the right ways at all the right times, making the group of pretty young girls swoon.

But it isn’t fair because Lan Sizhui’s smile could make anyone swoon, including Jin Ling—Wait, he thinks, What?!

Jin Ling glances at Lan Jingyi who definitely isn’t swooning and, instead, is dreamily staring at (and salivating over) the contents of a nearby food stall.

The fishermen are tending to their catches, the shopkeepers are peddling their wares, the children are chasing each other around the docks. No one is swooning over Lan Sizhui’s handsome smile except the girls… and Jin Ling.

He digs his nails into his hand to bring himself back to his senses. What the hell is wrong with me?

One of the girls makes Lan Sizhui laugh—a beautiful, carefree, genuine laugh—and Jin Ling’s heart drops.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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The three young cultivators stop at a tea house, still accompanied by the giggling group of girls who insist on showing them around.

They take their seats inside and Jin Ling scrunches his nose at the way the girls strategically position themselves on both sides of Lan Sizhui. Not even Lan Jingyi is given the chance to claim a seat next to his best friend.

Lan Sizhui graciously pours everyone tea while the girls argue about who gets to pour his. Lan Jingyi clings onto the conversation by telling unprompted jokes and Jin Ling tries to drown out the noise by lazily resting his cheek on his fist and staring at the wall.

Half an hour goes by in what seems like seconds and Jin Ling hasn’t spoken a word. No one seems to notice his silence or the very clear boredom and annoyance plastered on his face.

He suddenly stands up and smooths his hands over his robes. “I’m going for a walk.”

“Wait,” Lan Sizhui calls, his face swimming with something Jin Ling can’t quite place. Worry? Anxiety?

“I’ll go with you,” he says, trying to stand up but the girls suddenly whine and paw at his robes, tugging him back down to his seat.

Jin Ling rolls his eyes at the pathetic sight. “Don’t bother. I won’t be gone long anyway.”

Lan Sizhui frowns and Jin Ling doesn’t understand why. Surely, if Wei Wuxian were here, he’d be egging the Lan boy on, telling him how proud he is, how Lan Sizhui is such a heartbreaker (because my god, is he ever).

Without another word, Jin Ling reluctantly tears his gaze from Lan Sizhui, walks out of the tea house and into the street. His head pounds, his heart aches, the world drains of color.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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Jin Ling sits on a crescent moon bridge in a spacious garden, idly dipping a cattail stalk into the pond below and watching as a colorful spectrum of koi fish nip at what they think is food.

The town’s bustle and noise is muffled enough that he can finally hear himself think. No one else is in the garden but him and he hopes it stays that way.

The problem is, he doesn’t know what to think about. He doesn’t know if thinking is even worth it.

All he knows is that he wants to be alone. He hates to be alone. He hates him. He wants him. He wants, he hates, he—

“Young Master Jin?”

The cattail falls into the pond and Jin Ling’s chest fills with light. He looks up at Lan Sizhui, at his starlight skin shaming the sun, at his soft, downturned lips parted with visible worry, at his raven hair dusting the top of his gentle amethyst eyes.

He hates him.

“May I sit?” Lan Sizhui asks, a sheepish smile on his face.

No, Jin Ling thinks as he looks back down at the pond and scoots over. Lan Sizhui sits next to him and curiously stares down at the koi fish.

“Where’s your entourage?” Jin Ling asks, trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

“Oh,” Lan Sizhui smiles, “I left them with Jingyi at the tea house.”

Jin Ling huffs, his bangs fluttering forward like a curtain. “I can’t tell if that’s a blessing or a curse.”

A soft chuckle escapes Lan Sizhui’s lips, low and sweet like chimes in the wind. Jin Ling draws his knees up to his chest and plants his chin between them, hugging his shins.

He wants him.

“They didn’t seem to mind,” Lan Sizhui assures, “And I was worried about you. I wanted to find you and apologize—“

Jin Ling snaps his head up and stares at him. “Huh? For what?”

“For neglecting you at the tea house,” Lan Sizhui frowns, regret flooding his voice. “I was trying to be polite to the girls, but…” He thinks for a moment then shakes his head. “That’s not an excuse to ignore my friends. I’m sorry.”

Jin Ling wants to keep being angry but his heart betrays him. Because Lan Sizhui is looking directly into his eyes, because his apology is earnest and true, because he’s genuinely afraid he hurt Jin Ling’s feelings.

And he did. He did.

So why can’t Jin Ling stay mad at him? He’s horrified by the words that seem to subconsciously spill out of his mouth. “It’s okay.”

But it’s not okay and they both know it. Lan Sizhui knows it by looking at Jin Ling, and Jin Ling knows it by the way Lan Sizhui makes him feel like his heart’s been thrown into a furnace full of fireworks.

He hates him.

“You talk to a lot of girls,” Jin Ling quietly mumbles, almost hoping Lan Sizhui won’t hear him. “Don’t you like any of them?”

Lan Sizhui’s a bit taken aback by the question but ponders it for a moment before replying, “It’s important to show others courtesy and respect. When someone talks to me, I acknowledge them because it’s the polite thing to do.”

“Lan sect rules?” Jin Ling teases.

Lan Sizhui laughs. “Human rules.”

Jin Ling suddenly wonders if maybe he’s not bad at talking to people. Maybe he’s just bad at being human.

“If you really want to know,” Lan Sizhui starts, “I can’t like someone in… that way if I’ve only just met them. I have to be friends with them first.”

Heat invades Jin Ling’s cheeks and he hugs his knees tighter while recalling Lan Sizhui’s words from earlier: ‘That’s not an excuse to ignore my friends.’

Could he mean…? Maybe…?

Jin Ling mentally curses at himself. Don’t be stupid. “Then… do you like any of your friends?”

You absolute idiot.

Lan Sizhui blushes and Jin Ling can’t look at him because if he looks at him, he’ll crack and say too much and ruin everything and—

“Yes,” Lan Sizhui answers.

He wants him.

“And… and I hope he likes me too.”

He.

The silence between them is deafening, terrifying, revealing. The type of silence words can’t fill but actions can.

It’s too much and Jin Ling caves. He’s looking at him now. Amber eyes burn in the violet reflection of Lan Sizhui’s intense, hopeful stare.

Stupidly…

Their fingers touch and a fire ignites.

Perfect…

Warm breath against skin, time slows down.

Charming…

Their lips meet and the world stops.

Lan Sizhui.

He loves him.

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fishys-still-writing-smut · 5 months

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How are Hajime, Makoto and Komaru celebrating the New Year's? Perhaps Ibuki, Sayaka and Toko have their hands full?~

Warning: lewd content below

“‘Merry Christmas!’”

“...Ibuki…it’s January.”

The New Year's party was a total success! Everyone had a great time drinking and dancing when the ball dropped, even if things did get a little risque towards the end (but that's a story for another day). However now that all the guests left and the group was on clean up duty, things were going less than great. Especially with a drunk Ibuki groping Hajime.

“Where's your Christmas spiiiirit? C'mon and strip for Santa.”

“How about for Christmas you help me clean up?” Hajime chided as Ibuki ran her hands under his clothes. “Where the hell are the girls?”

“Hajime? Have you seen my clothes?” On que, a hungover Komaru walked into the room, completely naked. “I thought I left them here somewhere?”

“Of course a b-bimbo like you loses track of their clothes often.” Toko spat closely behind Komaru. Though, funnily enough she was also missing her clothes, but Hajime chose not to ask why.

“Yeah yeah, just help me look okay? Makoto and I are going out soon and I need to get ready.” Komaru bent over to look underneath the sofa, giving all in the room a good shot of her bubbly rear and exposed pink pussy. Hajime’s dick began to grow at the sight, causing the drunk Ibuki to take notice of the rather large bulge in his pants. With a wink, she let her hands slink down lower before whipping out his cock, forcing a low moan out of Hajime.

“Well, here's some good news. Me and Makoto will be going out first, so you have plenty of time to get ready.” Another voice interjected, this one being more beautiful than the rest. It was the resident Idol Sayaka. Hajime didn't expect her to have stayed over as she didn't originally agree to clean up after the party. Hajime also didn't expect for her to be only wearing panties, with a sheepish Makoto walking behind her, also just in his underwear.

“Hey! What are you talking about? Makoto and I are going to get breakfast now!” Komaru shot up and stood in front of the smirking idol. Though, due to her height her face was just mere inches away from Sayaka’s D cup boobs, a sight that made her a little wet (not that she'd admit it though).

“Sorry, but I'm taking your step-bro on a joyride to my mansion. I'll drop him back here later though.”

“Nuh-uh! I had him first!”

“No, I had him first!”

“Heeey Romeo.” A drunk Ibuki sneaked over to Makoto, him now the victim of her harassment. “What doesn't Santa come sit on your lap huh?”

“I think you have that backwards.” Makoto said, but made no effort to stop Ibuki from straddling on his lap. The two made out with ferocity, unknown to the two women in the center of the room, both deeper into their argument, past the point anyone could keep track of.

“Not my fault you wanna sleep with your step-bro!”

“You're just jealous you can't!”

“Oh, last night begs to differ.”

“W-well I doubt you were any good. You probably are all boobs with no substance!”

“Oh just try it sister. I'll make you cum on my boobs even harder than Makoto did!”

Hajime sat back as he watched the four people in front of him be nearly steps away from fucking. He never bothered to tuck his dick back in his pants, as he was too enraptured to care. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand grasp his shaft. He looked to his side to see Toko also watching the scene unfold while drooling. She stroked his shaft while playing with her cliterous. Her eyes only moved away from the hot foreplay before her to stare at Hajime's throbbing cock. Hajime moaned softly as he used a free hand to grasp Toko’s (surprisingly above average) boobs.

Clean up would have to wait until later.

#danganronpa smut #plain-asks #DRhinata-18 #DRmioda-18 #DRnaegi-18 #DRfukawa-18 #DRmaizono-18

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theoneandonlyduskstrike · 1 month

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Ramblings Reuploaded #2

My Trans story so far (2024)

Hoi there, and happy trans day of visibility. I can't possibly be more vissible then this right? I had to share my story with someone a few months back when i came out to them, and ever since then i had the idea of making it my next post in this inconsistent and confusing series.

I say series because this is part two. Here's part 1 on...sonic cd. yup.

So the format is simple. I take something i already typed and try to make it more legible for a blog type racket. No reason not to get right into it. Beware of typos, and transphobes begone!

I'm a kid in a barber shop. My grandpa is talking up a storm to some random clerk. I'm extremely bored. There are some toys though. Poly pocket. I never seen these before. These are so cool. I wish i had one of these but they don't make boy versions right?

Some time in 2022, I was at work dealing with closing cleaning type things which let my mind wander. I started thinking about a fairly innocuous interaction I had in FFXIV no earlier then 2021. The race I wanted to play was gender locked so I was playing as a female character. Two players starting joking around with me and the whole time they used fem pronouns for me. I didn't think too much about it back then but on that day in late 2022 it made me question why I was so ok with that use of language towards me

That was the day my egg cracked.

I spent the rest of 2022 trying desperately to figure out what my relationship to gender was. Just what the heck was I and did that even mean anything? Maybe I was gender fluid. It was hard to feel fem at work. Or oh! Maybe i'm just a drag queen in the making. But why did I not want that to be true and did that mean anything? Well clearly i wasn't actually trans right? Nevermind that gender fluid was trans. I thought maybe that I only felt that way because I was playing a character. So I made up my mind. In 2023, at the start of a new year I would begin to experiment.

It's around the era of the nintendo wii and something is bothering me feircly. I spent days on my gamecube on my tiny crt and realized I was picking princess peach a lot on my precious 'cube. I confide in my friend that I really must have a crush on her. When pressed I can't say why. I'm so glad he doesn't embarss me for my stupid feelings. It was a little weird I didn't like her as much in that one game though. Not my fault she just looked better in a dress.

I stopped cutting my hair and started trimming my beard and prized mustache so I was always smooth and baby faced. Anyone who asked I simply told them that it was a new year and a new me. Except for my friends who were the first to know.

My imposter syndrome was HIGH. And it remaind so for a long time. so afraid was I that I was actually, secretly, a fake trans. I had no evidence for this except piss poor self confidence. I only talked myself out of it much later with the idea that "Being trans and just really thinking you're trans is functionally the same so it doesn't mater if i'm 'fake' "

Unfortunately, my friend group wasn't doing a lot of online gaming at the time. I got a little desperate to see if my new pronouns fit. To my shame I basically asked one of them to contrive reasons to put pronouns into a sentence so they had reasons to use my new ones. They did not oblige.

Another pokemon game for my precious nintendo 3ds. I pick the girl because clearly they'll have better fashion options. I had just learned my lesson from Pokemon Y. No other reason. A few other simular things. I pick up megaman zx for the first time and choose the girl because, obviously, only female megaman.

I got a break when I was invited to a short lived DND group. I started hanging out with a separate friend group I was already beginning to know before gender stuff started. With ample chances to try my gender out I realized that something felt right.

So I went deeper. I remember wandering around a good will trying not to draw ire or eyes as I went and both tried on a dress and managed to bring it home. The few times I wore it felt great. Would feel much better if it actually fit.

It's my childhood again and i'm sat in front of the ps1 with my little brother. Namco museum only had one true co-op game. Toy Pop. I pick the girl so he won't have to.

In days to come I kept experimenting. I started to realize all the small signs. You already know many of them. I've peppered them througout my story. Unbeknownst to me I had already started to experiment with gender. Awhile ago I, once again trying not to get attention, bought some thigh highs from a party store. I really enjoyed wearing those. Everyone except for me knew I was trans before me, including me.

When I was dead certain on my path I set up an appointment with planned parenthood. I told my grandparents I was simply heading to Dave and busters which was technically not untrue. I began my medical transition but I was also urged to come out to people. I couldn't live in the closet forever. So I did so with my very obviously gay manager… And it went nothing like I expected. It went well, but not how I thought. I ended up coming out to the whole work force as well.

The right wing had tricked me into thinking any "regular" person would react with shock and confusion on a reveal of my new gender identity. All the media I consumed had colaborated this.

I'm just entering furry twitter when I see quite a few posts of male characters in dresses, usuasly of the maid variety. How cute, i think. I'm allowed to do this one because it's a shared joke. So i draw the one dress.

And then a few more.

"I wish I could look as good as my characters do right now"

Eventually I managed to come out to my grandparents. They were confused but attempting to be accepting. Things have mostly been rocky in the sense that they haven't made any effort to treat me the way I ask, but they don't deny me. The parents who raised me are forbidden to know their daughter.

I even came out to my astranged mother. (seperate from my step mother mention a second ago). When I was in highschool she moved back in town and we started to rekindled our relationship. Being the first to know I was ace, it was a shock when she became a born again christian. I thought she'd never accept me and I was almost right. Behind closed doors she tells my younger sister to not refer to me by my pronouns, or so i'm told.

After I was out for awhile something weird happened and I stopped.. Policing my own behavior. How I held myself. The words I used. I was my own women. I didn't need to fit into a box. The more I went on the more free I felt!

I started holding my hands in gay little ways. I crossed my legs. I walked however the hell I wanted. I used 'hon' whenever i felt like it. I wore this cute little collar I owned out to my weekly dnd meetings. Who cares. I'm me now. This cat can't be boxed.

The longer I've been on this journey the more I felt right. And here we are now. A two year or more journey still ongoing

It's 2023 and i'm attempting to put on eyeliner for the first time. It goes horribly. I laugh, inform my friends of my mistake, and we play games through the night. I wear my favorite of the two dresses. I ask them if it's ok to do so. They laugh. What and absurd thing to ask. Why would a woman not be allowed to wear a dress?

I would like to thank a huge number of people for their help in my journey but my brain is mush so i'll try to get as many as I can

@tuttifruttifox my ex who's been supportive of my journey and put up with my experimentation @biddyfox girl you are my sister and I couldn't have done this without you. Thank you so much for everything. @bigbadkingboomboo for casually replying to my nervous bullshit with "ma'am this is mcdonalds" which was simultaneously very funny and very affirming.

@cynical-cy for being you. Honestly just being a out trans woman who's art I happened to enjoy did wonders I think. Sorry to tag you. I know we're not really friends.

@patricia-taxxon that one fucking video you made on just being a furry and doing your own thing litterally changed me. You made me stop hidding who and what i am.

Honorable mentions to my friend xio. he doesn't do tumblr, but He's been my best friend through everything and his support is invaluable to me. I love you buddy.

if you think you should be on this list too, let me know and i'll add you cause honestly it takes a village to raise a catgirl.

#trans #trans story #transition #trans joy #trans woman #ramblings

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Sucked In Chapter 28: Faded Memories

Summary: You wake up in the world of Stranger Things before the events of Season 4. Are you able to help in the fight against Vecna, and save the man of your dreams?

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Previous: Chapter 27

Next: Chapter 29

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The fire alarm went off, and not long after sirens were all around the school. Eddie followed along with the others, being led outside into the parking lot. There were police and firefighters rushing into the building.

“What happened? They won’t tell us anything.” Steve said suddenly, making Eddie jump.

“I don’t know—“ he started to say before Nancy found them, taking over as the one person in the group who somehow knew everything.

“Windows exploded, they’re worried it might be a gas leak or gunshot.” She said, She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Johnathan and Robin walking out with the rest of the photography class. “Oh thank god.”

Eddie looked around, trying his best to see above the heads of all the students. His eyes scanned everywhere, looking for you. He knew that you should have been in English Lit with Miss Hughes, but when he saw Miss Hughes and the rest of the class, he didn’t see you.

“Where’s Y/n?!” He screamed, getting the attention of his friends. “Of course, of fucking course! First day back and all hell breaks loose again, oh sweet Jesus… I can’t—“

“Eddie, you need to calm down. This is nothing like that. I’m sure she’s just with another group.” Steve said, trying to reassure his friend.

The truth was, even Steve didn’t know why you weren’t with the rest of the student body. And that wasn’t good enough for Eddie.

“She’s still in there, and none of the teachers are bothering to even find her.” He said, shrugging off his jean jacket and giving it to Steve. “I’m gonna go look, keep this safe for me will ya?”

“Wait— Eddie!”

It was no use, Eddie had already made up his mind. He did not go three years of school and literal hell for it all to end now with a gas leak. Running into the school, through a side door where the teachers couldn’t see him. He began his search for you.

Dodging the fire firefighters performing leak checks and the police guarding the English Lit classroom, Eddie was surprised how easy it was for him to be unseen.

He popped his head into the Drama prop room, “Pst. Angel— Y/n?” He yelled in a whisper. After no response, he continued to make the rounds.

From door to door, he halted in his tracks when he heard crying behind the janitor's closet.

“Y/n?” He said softly, opening up the floor.

And there you were, sitting on the floor with your legs tucked into your chest. You were crying into your arms. Your hair soaking from the humid air. The steam pipe never did get fixed. He remembered how nervous and happy you were the first time the two of you were in this closet, accidentally locked in.

You looked up, tears still spilling down your eyes. Your face was cut and bleeding.

“E—Eddie?” You said. “I— I didn’t mean to make it happen. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

He got the spare pipe from the corridor, using it to keep the door open after he stepped inside.

“Hey. It’s okay, you’re okay— you're okay right?” He said, slowly moving to crouch down in front of you. His hands instantly grabbing yours.

You nodded, “it’s just a few scratches— but one kid got glass in his eye. I didn’t mean it.” Crying, you lowered your head again. “Normally, I’m good at controlling it….”

“I know.” He said, and it surprised you. Springing up to look at him, he smiled as you hiccuped.

“What do you mean you know? How could you— don’t you think I’m crazy? I just said the window exploding was my fault.”

“I know more than you think,” he said, moving to stand up. He held his handout, encouraging you to follow him. “Come on, I know someone who can help. For now, we gotta get out of here.”

You nodded, crying into his shoulder. It was weird how accepting he was of the situation, you were so used to people running away in fear or berating you for being different. Yet here he was, a sincere look of concern overriding all other emotions in his face.

He shielded you with his arms, walking you around the corridors he knew of by heart. You were shaking against him, the blood still dripping along your cheek.

Back in the parking lot, teachers were all smoking away without a care in the world for the students' wellbeing. Eddie used it as the perfect opportunity to sneak you away into his van, hoping to get you away from the crowd and prying eyes.

“Are—are you sure it’s okay?” You asked.

He nodded, taking in the sight of you once again in his passenger seat. “We’ll have to wait a bit for them to be home, but we can get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

“Y—yeah.”

Never get in the car with strangers. Your mother always told you that. She always told you of the time a strange man wanted to take you away, threatening your parents. But you saw the man for what he was, a cold blooded monster. The images of him coloured in blood, his body burned and scared haunted your dreams for years after. Unsure why your mind saw him that way, you reacted defensively. By the time you were done with him, the blonde man in front of resembled the corpse in your mind.

You felt safe with Eddie. The low hum of the rough music filling the van as he drove. Perhaps you should have questioned more about where he was taking you, but you didn’t care. Your body and mind both felt at ease, like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

“Wayne— my uncle, is at work today.” He said, nervously. He understood that this was all new for you.

“Okay.”

“I um….. I should have asked if you were okay coming to my trailer, being alone with me— I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.” He said, his fists tightening around the steering wheel. “This is— my castle.”

The trailer was small but significantly well kept. You half expected dead grass and windows falling apart, but while the trailer itself looked old, its surrounding environment was lively.

“Not bad hey?” He said, smiling as he switched off the engine. “I got really bored last summer so the kids and I decorated and cleaned up the place.”

“The kids?” You questioned, eyeing him up. “Are you telling me you’re a teenage father?”

“No! I mean— they’re my friends.” He said, mentally hitting himself for his choice of words. Of course you didn’t know who Dustin or Mike or Will were. “I took them under my wing, shielding them from the horrors and tormenting of high school bullies.”

“Aah, I see.” You smiled, “Much like you have for me today. Thank you, I don’t know what excuses I would have given if the police started questioning me.”

Like the gentleman he was, he rushed outside to open the door for you. Giving you a fake curtsy, he bowed down. He missed this. He missed having you this close to him, laughing ever so slightly at the way he was.

“Get in situations like this often?”

You sighed, “Sort of. It’s a long story— by the way….I still don’t understand how you seemed to calm by what I said.”

He paused for a moment, running his hand through his hair. Which was easier to do now, he remembered how much you teased him for not having a conditioner and he wasn’t going to make that same mistake twice. Besides, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like how soft and bouncier it made his curls.

“And why’s that so hard to believe?” He teased.

“So you believe that I somehow shattered the glass… even though I didn’t mean to?”

Leading you inside, you were taken aback by how many mugs and photographs hung around the walls of the trailer.

“Maybe, is it so crazy if I do?” He said.

“Um, yeah.” You said, laughing in disbelief at him. “You’re not even going to question it?”

“Nope, now come here. I got the disinfectant wipes.” He patted the bathroom bench, encouraging you to jump up. You followed his orders and finally saw what you looked like in the mirror. Shuddering to yourself.

He had to stand close to you, due to the right bathroom confinement and the need to be close enough to clean the wound. Luckily there was no glass stuck inside your cheek.

He was so close that you could make out the number of eyelashes on each of his eyes. Long and thick. They partnered up perfectly with those dark button eyes.

You were so lost in taking in all his glory that you failed to register the words coming from his lips. It wasn’t until he tapped your knee did you regain focus.

“Huh?”

“I said….” He smiled, “You’re all cleaned up.”

“Oh—thank you.”

The two of you stayed in the close proximity you were in. Unable to pull yourselves apart from one another, neither of you searing to look away from the other’s gaze.

His presence, no…. His entire being was so addictive to you. Not even 24 hours knowing him and he warped all your senses. You were utterly sucked in.

You wanted to kiss him, not caring how forward it was. You had to. You couldn’t deny the feeling building up inside you as you continued to look in his eyes. And you could tell from the way his eyes were locked on your face, and the way his hands tightened on their hold of your thighs…. Perhaps he felt the same.

Unlike anything you had ever done before. You leaned forward, crashing your lips to his.

It was like heaven opened up around you. Literally. As Eddie melted away into the kiss, you had the whole world slip away. Clouds of once foggy memories played through your mind. Flashing green and red lights, screams and monsters howling. It wasn’t what you expected to be focussing on during your first kiss; but the more you kissed him, the more you remembered.

The memories overpowered you, causing your already tearful eyes to cry profoundly. Eddie felt the tears against his skin and he was worried, worried that it was too soon to be kissing you.

He had to force himself to pull back from you, “Angel— are you okay?”

You didn’t respond, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close again. Kissing him with full force. You remembered everything. You were safe, Eddie was safe…. And right now, you wanted to kiss him for as long as possible.

It was only until you needed air did you part from him. Leaning your forehead against his, you looked at him like it was the first time. Your hands running all along his face.

“I told you it’ll work.” You whispered.

He could see the change in your eyes, the slight change that signified you were back. It was you, inside and out.

“Y/n?” He said, this time it was his turn for emotion to break his voice.

“It’s me.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “It’s me, Eddie.”

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This is it! Reader finally has her memories back and we have 1 chapter left! Also, I write this on my death bed, coughing and fever, so if you see any errors, DM me or pretend you saw nothing.

Eddie Taglist - added in part 2 of post because tag limit has been reached

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader fluff #sucked in

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yourejinx · 2 years

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//Let me in// (Azriel x F!Reader x OC ?)

A/N: this is something very new to me, something that i'm still trying out so bear with me. I've got this idea to bring other characters to a side Azriel story, sometimes following the events from the books sometimes not.

SUMMARY: Destiny is a cruel thing, bringing together two people who still seem to be hung up in the past.

WARNINGS: angst, slow burn.

SIDE NOTE: English isn't my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes.

Welcome home (Vol. 1)

I haven't set proper foot in the Town House for forty years, not after that night on the rooftop with Azriel. I've mostly kept my distance, always away on duty either watching over the borders or spying and reporting back suspicious movements from other courts and Hybern. I've been present, of course, for some of the most important meetings at the House of Wind but I just couldn't bring myself to spend another night under the same roof as him. It was too much to bear sometimes, suffocating even.

After a while I got myself my own place in the city, a nice small house just a few feet away from the art district. I couldn't be bother to let anyone know about it, and they didn't ask anyway, too busy dealing with everything that was going on. It wasn't strange, after all, that I was always on the move. I missed them a lot, and I knew they were kinda pissed at me for pushing them away, but I couldn't deal with this fucked up twist of fate. Not when he looked at her like that.

Today something felt different, as if the air around the city had change directions, leading the way back to the House. For a moment everything seemed to stop as a low playful voice purred into my mind.

"Did you miss me?"

Rhysand. Rhys was back. I immediatly dropped everything I was purchasing at the market and run towards that voice. My feet were burning by the time I reached the house as a result of the speed I went to get there, but I didn't care as I flung the door open and saw everyone gathered inside. Rhysand was standing next to Amren in the middle of the living room, lazy smile plastered on his face. Before either of us could say anything I threw my arms around him, tight enough I wasn't sure he could breathe.

"I'm gonna pass out if you keep squeezing me like this" he let out a breathy laugh.

"Good" was all I said, swallowing the tears.

He knew about my family, how I lost them to the brutal and unrelenting hands of the enemy; Rhys also knew about Asta and how much losing my best friend affected me. So he let me hug him some more and patted me on the back lovingly.

"I'm sorry" he muttered.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there" I replied letting him go and stepping back.

"I wouldn't had allowed that and you know it, to any of you" he said taking a look at the rest of the group. Only then I acknowledged them as well.

Mor was standing a few feet away by his right side, Azriel and Cassian stood behind, by the kitchen doorway. I hadn't seen them in weeks even when I got back from the border with the Winter Court just a few days ago.

"Let's not get all sad about it, shall we?" Rhys spoke again "How about we go out to dinner, all of us, for the old times?"

Cassian took a step foward pressing a hand down to Rhysand's shoulder but he didn't take his eyes off me as he said "Fine by me, is been a while since we all got together." His gaze was scrutinizing, it felt like he could see right through me. I didn't coward under it.

"Yeah, that sounds nice" I said not daring to cut a glance at the other Illyrian standing behind him.

"We could all go to Rita's after" Mor added rather enthusiastic.

"Sure, why not? I'm in" Azriel spoke and suddenly the room felt too small.

Of course, — I thought — why would you ever turn her down? I shook that thought right out of my head, I had no right in thinking like this. It was not her fault– nor his– and I cared deeply for both of them. It wasn't jealousy, Mor was my friend, it was this stupid primal bond thing making my mind go foggy and making me feel uneasy.

I locked eyes with Azriel for a fraction of a moment and he had this puzzled expression written all over his face. I went rigid. Did he catch that? Did he feel something? I was starting to get anxious and very eager to get out.

"All right, then it's settled" Cassian's smile was wolf-like as he turned to Amren for approval.

"Fine" she clicked her tongue.

"I'll meet you guys there" I said throwing one final look at Rhysand.

He looked pale probably from being underground for so long; other than that, physically at least, he looked put together dressed in his casual attire. But i knew better than that, looks like I joined the reunion rather late. Rhys gave me a look that promised later, we'll talk later.

With a final nod I took off back to my place to get ready for the most awkward yet much awaited dinner ever.

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"Seems like I was the last one to hear from your return" I inclined my head towards Rhysand and lowered my voice enough just so only we could hear our conversation.

We were already sitting at the small diner by the river, Mor and Cassian falling into playful bickering with each other, even Amren seemed more relaxed tonight. Except for Az. I knew that every now and then his eyes drifted to me, a hardening look that promised scolding sat heavily on his face. And I knew why; I was supposed to report back to him when I got back from the Winter Court but instead I went radio silence for two whole weeks. Nothing of relevance had happened in my short stay there and I hadn't particularly felt like being in constant communication with him, so I just decided to wait until I was back in Velaris. He didn't seem to think of it as a good idea.

I fought the need to make myself smaller in my sit and just focused my attention on the male beside me.

"Well, aparently you haven't been around that much." Rhys said side glancing at me "Or so I've heard. And no one knew how to contact you" he lifted a brow.

A slight blush crept up my cheeks at that, noticing the shadowsinger's eyes falling into me yet again.

"I've been busy" I replied almost biting my tongue.

"Yeah, I bet you were. Anything you'd like to share?" He asked throwing a not-so-subtle look at Azriel that was now chatting with the group.

I looked at Rhys for a long minute, debating wether I should tell him about the bond or not. It would definitely impact the dynamic of the group, and despite the years I've kept it a secret for myself, I still haven't got any idea what to do of it. I'd never really considered the idea of persuing a romantic situationship whatsoever with Azriel. Not because I didn't find him atractive but because of the nature of his feelings for my blonde gorgeous friend.

It wasn't fair, the entire situation was messy to say the least. I honestly thought I didn't have a mate, and if I did I had lost him quite a few centuries ago at the war, even before the bond could snap into place between us. Oh was I wrong, and it hurt for so many reasons.

I took a deep breath and smiled a little at him. Rhys was hidding something as well —many things probably—, he knew I could tell. He felt... different, changed. The things he had to endure Under the Mountain had most definitely affected him in more ways than one but there was something else there.

"Is there something you'd like to share?" I mused leaning gently against the backrest.

He only gave me a feline smile.

"Oh, I'd like to share plenty of things with you" he flirted. Teasing, he was teasing to snap a reaction either out of me or from Azriel.

Bastard. Of course he of all people would notice.

He laughed it off when I threw him an unamused look. It was nice seeing him like this, though I could still make the heaviness that settled behind his eyes. Whatever he'd been through it had marked him deeply. My heart stung for him, my friend, who did not hesitate even for a second to sacrifice himself for us.

His eyes softened a bit and he let out a small sigh. "Her name is Feyre" he murmured "she's my mate"

There it was. Mate. I fought against looking in Azriel's direction.

Feyre...it sounded pretty, the way he said her name. Rhysand was already in love with this girl. It warmed my heart a bit.

"So...where's she? What's the story?" I asked gently, I knew it could be a touchy subject. After all, if she wasn't here, something was going on.

"She's at the Spring Court" he breathed " but that's a story for another day" he smiled though it didn't truly reach his eyes. I didn't push him further.

"Hey, you two! What are you whispering about so much?" Cassian's voice dragged across the table turning the attention to us.

"Fear we've been talking about you?" I offered playfully. He narrowed his eyes at me and the corners of his mouth tug up.

"Never. We all know how awsome I am" he replied and beside him Amren snorted.

"Does your bat always have to make a show of himself?" Amren asked unamused and lifted her gobblet to her red lips. Cassian had the audacity to look hurt.

I couldn't help the laugh that scaped my lips. The air didn't felt as tense anymore. It was a real laugh, from the heart. I had truly missed them all.

A featherly like touch caresed the exposed skin of my collarbone, I looked down to find shadows softly dancing around me. Azriel's shadows. I threw him a look through my lashes, not quite fully turning to him, he seemed confused. I swore the whole table went silent.

He blinked twice, perplexed, and then it was gone. The shadows went back to him, he didn't say anything to acknowledge it. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I met his eyes again, he was scowling now as if remembering he was supposed to be pissed at me.

"I haven't heard from you in weeks." His tone was stern when he spoke. His expresion blank.

He probably said what everyone else was thinking ever since I came back.

"You knew I was just fine, your spies reported daily to you"

"That wasn't their task. It was yours."

"But you did know, didn't you?" I mused bored.

"That's not even the point." He spoke with lethal calm.

"Then what's the point, Azriel?" I snapped, not liking being scolded in front of everyone.

"The point is" Cassian cut in "you don't pull a shit like that. Not after..." Rhys, he wanted to say. Not after what happened to Rhys. I understood what he meant and I felt awful. I hadn't mean to scare them.

I softened a bit at that and turned to Cassian, hoping he would read the apology in my eyes.

"Why didn't you reach back?" Azriel asked, but he seemed to be talking about something else entirely.

"I didn't think there was anything of importance to report 'till I got back. It won't happen again."

Something shone in Azriel's eyes for a second and then dissappeared, –Bullshit– it seemed to say. But he let it go.

"You bet it won't." Mor said, hurt danced in her dark eyes. "Now let's fucking enjoy this night before we have to actually go back to business. Who's ready to dance?" She dramatically stood up.

I looked at her and smiled coyly. Thank you, I muttered silently to her. She winked at me, I felt relief wash over me at that.

"Let's go" Rhys offered, Mor already heading toward Rita's. Cassian and Az following up. My eyes couldn't help but trail after him.

"I'll pass. You go have fun." Amren said before leaving.

"You coming?" Rhys asked, a knowing look on his face.

I nodded slowly, bracing myself for yet another night of Azriel silently suffering at Mor's desinterest.

"Yeah, let's go." I said falling into step beside him.

"If it makes you feel better" he started "I'll be joining you in sentiment" he smiled sympathetic.

"Oh man, I was hopping you'd be the fun one tonight" I teased. He chuckled.

"I'm always fun, what do you mean?" A feline smile adorning his dark features "You still owe me a story, by the way."

"You do too" I snorted. "Kind of a major one."

"I know, but for tonight let's just get hammered."

"Deal." I smiled and lifted my eyes at the trio already waiting for us ahead.

I unconsciously grazed the bond hidden deep within me, hopping it dissappear. It didn't.

One night, I could bear one night.

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Chapter V: Lieutenant and Captain

The rest of the meal was an uphill battle. I asked Crow a few more questions just to learn more about him, but it really was difficult trying to get answers out of him most of the time. I had to stop chewing just so I could catch some of the short answers he gave.

“So, what’s your favorite color?” I blurted out at one point.

I know it’s a pretty weak inquiry, but I was hoping some of these filler questions would lead to a deeper topic. Hopefully.

“Black,” said Crow as he took another bite of his onigiri. He glanced out the window with a blank expression. It looked like he was relaxed, at least.

“Hmm, why’s that?”

“It helps with moving around undetected,” Crow answered plainly. His expression didn’t change at all.

This guy is really making it hard for me. I guess, to be fair, I don’t even know if he’s interested in being friends with the people he works with. I know lots of people like that, but he also doesn’t seem like the type of person to do much outside of work.

“I know you were recently transferred over to my squad, but I never had the chance to ask,” I decided to try a different approach as I stirred the ramen broth. “Do you like it here so far?”

“It’s work.”

“Yeah, but do you like the people and environment? Are you getting along with people?”

“It doesn’t really matter as long as I get my work done, right?”

I mostly expected that answer. I haven’t seen Crow talk to anyone else in the squad outside of work-related topics and meetings. Still, I’m hopeful there will be something interesting at least somewhere.

“Well, we are a team, and good teamwork makes us all work more efficiently. We help each other out in areas where we are lacking individually,” I argued. I honestly didn’t even believe what I was saying, but I wanted an excuse to get him to talk more.

“I think I manage just fine on my own though.”

“As your Captain, I think otherwise. It never hurts to have some extra help,” I responded almost instantly. I hated playing the “captain” card but maybe he would listen to that.

Crow turned his head back toward me, meeting my own gaze. He blinked a few times before resting his head on his fist.

“I think the place is alright, and the other members too. I haven’t had a chance to speak to anyone, but it’s more relaxed than the last group I was assigned to.”

“Where were you before?” I asked, realizing I didn’t even know the first thing about his past.

“That’s classified, Captain.”

“Of course it is,” I sighed, not even bothering to hide my true feelings.

“I’m sorry if you’re unhappy with the answer.”

“No, it’s fine. I get it. That’s just how the government operates. Security and all,” I held up a hand to reassure him.

I know it isn’t Crow’s fault. Kalecia, especially the Guard, is very tight lipped about sharing information between different squads and groups. Even as a captain, a lot of information is hidden from me. Not that I care too much as long as I have a good place to live, money, and the work isn’t too difficult. It’s better not to ask too many questions sometimes as I’ve learned.

“Do you like working here, Captain?” Crow tilted his head to the side. He looked so innocent, but it was probably because I was filling out the rest of his covered face with the wrong expression.

I definitely did not expect him to take initiative like that though.

“Yeah, I think it’s okay. It’s a lot more paperwork than I’d like or am used to though,” I complained half-jokingly.

“And the people?”

“They’re fine. It still feels a little awkward being called “captain” and having people come to me for help. It hasn’t been too long since I was promoted, and I was more used to working alone where I was previously assigned,” I admitted. I felt like it was only right to share something with him as well, but I kept it brief, worrying that I’d bore him.

Crow lifted his head and looked at me with mild curiosity as if he was trying to piece together the bits of information I just gave him.

“What kind of work did you do?”

“That’s classified, Crow,” I replied in a slightly mocking tone. Two can play that game, and I wasn’t lying either.

“Fair enough, Captain.”

I heard a small chuckle, and I could have sworn Crow smirked at me under his mask.

We finished our food soon after. I tried to ask a few more questions, but I wasn’t able to get anything else interesting out of him. I pulled out my phone to check for any updates and messages.

“Are you finished?” Crow asked as he stood up with the onigiri wrapper in hand. I looked up from my phone to see him looking down at me. He looked like he was waiting for my confirmation first before he could go.

Man, this guy is tall.

“Yeah,” I gave a small nod. I slipped my phone back into my pocket. I looked back up to reach for my bowl, but Crow already had his hand around it and was taking it with him.

“Let’s go then.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

We stepped out into the street and were greeted by colder winds than I remembered earlier. I was more or less immune to the cold if I wanted to be, so I was fine. The sound of cars passing by slowly and chatter still lingered in the air. I could see a few groups of people walking by on the other side of the street. Most of them were wearing plain dark shirts, and some others had on tight dresses. A few here and there had on some flashier outfits.

It looked like the party scene was starting to wake up at this time of the night, or so I guessed. I never had the luxury of getting caught up in any nightlife activities, but I would overhear some members in the Guard talking about their plans to go to clubs and bars together after work.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. I half expected Crow to be shivering from the cold, but I wasn’t completely unsurprised either to see he was standing still like a rock. As I tilted my head up to meet his eyes, I could see his muscles were slightly tensed up from the chill winds blowing our way. At the very least, that tight uniform wasn’t helping with the weather. It was clear, especially from what I saw on his undershirt, that the cold was getting to his body, despite his stoic attitude.

“Is there anything else you wanted to do, Captain?” Crow blinked at me.

“No, I think I’ll head home for the night,” I felt bad for keeping him standing out in the cold any longer than needed despite a part of me wanting to hang out a while longer. He was awkward and hard to talk to, but it was honestly one of the better conversations that I’ve had with someone since my promotion.

“Alright,” Crow nodded.

“What about you? Did you have anything else to do?”

“No. I was going to go home too.” Crow glanced away. I assumed his place was somewhere in that direction.

“Oh, okay. Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Crow,” I smiled, “Have a good night, and thanks for the company.”

I really did have a good time. It wasn’t ideal, but at least I can tell he isn’t some kind of robot soldier in disguise now. At least, I think he’s not. With Kalecia’s technology, I suppose any strange thing is possible.

“Of course. Anytime for you, Captain,” Crow nodded as he turned away and started down the street. I’m not sure if that was meant to be endearing and I had actually broken the ice, or if he just meant it formally as a lieutenant trying to follow orders.

I sighed.

I’m going to guess it’s probably the latter.

The next morning was like most others. I slipped on a dark-gray long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. I grabbed my phone before heading out the door. I paused for a moment to double-check the weather as the sound of the door’s automatic lock clicked behind me, giving me the green light to go.

I arrived at my branch’s building with a cup of coffee I picked up from the nearby café. I preferred being able to chug my drinks sometimes, so I almost always ordered them cold instead.

There were already a few of my subordinates pacing around the lobby area as I stepped inside.

“Good morning, Captain!” the receptionist gave a cheerful greeting. He was a smaller guy with neat brown hair, and probably about a few years older than me. The people who stayed and handled paperwork and communications were usually never on the frontlines themselves. That being the case, everyone still had to maintain their fitness and participate in physical training, including them.

“Good morning,” I gave a small nod and wave as I walked deeper inside.

I could hear chatter coming from the locker room just a few doors down. No doubt it was the overnight shift members and others arriving in for the day shift changing in and out of their uniforms. Supposedly the extra time together with communal facilities would help bring squad members together.

I stepped inside to see about a dozen others changing next to their respective lockers. A few of them looked up and cracked a smile.

“Morning, Captain!” I heard one yell from the far side of the room. He was much older, probably in his early forties. He had short, dark hair and looked like he was in better shape than most soldiers you’d see around. Even from here, I could see his body was covered in small scars. A veteran, we would refer to them, out of respect.

“Good morning, Al,” I feigned a smile. I was basically the youngest, in the building despite being the captain, so I had the feeling some of the older Guard members especially didn’t take me as seriously. I wasn’t going to deal with the trouble though as long as they did their jobs properly. I wasn’t always thrilled about this position. It’s not like I was actively seeking to be captain back then either.

I stepped over a few clearly worn shirts and boxers among other things to get to my locker.

I have my own private shower and changing room connected to my office as well, but sometimes I want to make sure everything is alright with my subordinates. Truthfully, I’m not sure how close the captain of other squads are with their members, so I’ve just been doing what felt natural.

I took a glance around as I let my muscle memory handle the locker combination. A few of them were laughing and talking to each other with their locker doors still open. A few were sitting on the bench, tightening their boots or checking their phones.

“Morning,” I heard a deep voice speak next to me, along with the sound of a locker opening. I already knew it was Crow’s spot. He was always so light on his feet that I could never sense him approaching.

This wouldn’t be the first or last time he startled me. Maybe I just need to get better at spotting him.

“Hey, Crow,” I turned and saw him give me a small nod before slipping out of his black shirt, sweatpants, and everything else. He was left with nothing on except his mask as he reached for his uniform.

I’m pretty sure he sleeps with that thing on at this point.

I decided to try and pick up from last night and make some small talk as I changed into my uniform as well.

“So, anything new so far?” I asked idly.

“Yes.”

“Really?” I looked back at him surprised. His eyes were already on me as he nodded. He pulled up his pants and shuffled a bit to get the last few inches on. They looked like a tight fit. I struggled to imagine how he managed to move around so easily in them.

“Yes,” he continued, “There’s a new transfer waiting to see you.”

Crow finished his sentence and started gathering his things back into the locker.

“Oh thanks,” I tried to mask my disappointment. That’s not really what I meant by “anything new” but I guess I should have been more clear with him.

I shuffled down the hall, turning a few corners and greeting a few other members along the way. Finally, I reached the hall with my office.

I could see a young man standing outside my door, probably about my height, give or take a few. It was hard to tell from this distance and his back was turned. He had on our standard jacket and pants. His blonde hair stood out a bit against all the dark colors of the uniform though.

This guy could have just waited for me to come see him.

#Kalecia #JaeVerse #a bit of talking this time

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posebean · 11 months

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Summer Rain: Feverish Weather 1

Writer: Beanosei

Season: Spring

Characters: Niki, Rinne, Kohaku, Himeru

Niki: Get it together, Shiina Niki, he's getting into your head!!!

Present day, studio bathroom

Niki:...

Niki: We’ve come far…but isn’t this too far?!

Niki: What’s going on with me? I can’t focus, everything around me is spinning, and I'm burning up!!

Niki: Am I catching a fever? We do shoot often in fake rain but the staff is always on hand to towel us dry…

Niki: (And that! That!)

Niki: (unintelligible noises)

Niki: Am I really supposed to do this?

Niki: Of course, this is a romance movie so it should be expected… but…

An hour earlier

Rinne: And with that, the last script read-through is done~ Does anyone have any objections, concerns, suggestions for our Director-san?

Kohaku: Not really. Our stuff seems simple enough, we have to be completely done with Rinne-han, as always. Right, Himeru-han?

Himeru: Yes. Should be easy enough, being something that Himeru and Oukawa are experts at already.

Niki: Mogu mogu mogu (chewing on a snack)

Rinne: Niki? Niki: Mogu mogu mogu (still chewing on a snack)

Rinne: No complaints from my team I guess~ Rinne: Well, lovely Director-san, I have a complaint! Kohaku: (covers his face in exasperation) Himeru: (does the same)

Niki: Mogu mogu mogu ♪ (still chewing on a snack)

Rinne: Director-san! The last scene! Right here! Rinne: Yes! Right there! I refuse to accept this. Kohaku:... Is it the- Himeru: Yep. It is.

Kohaku: I knew this was going to happen.

Rinne: Director-san! I’m sorry, I have to refuse. I will not do this.

Himeru: Amagi, stop being difficult. It’s not that big of a deal.

Rinne: Not that big of a deal?! Merumeru, are you hearing yourself? Am I surrounded by idiots?! Rinne: I said not till marriage, and I mean it. I’m a man of my word.

Kohaku: Rinne-han, this is literally a romance movie. You signed us up KNOWING this was a romance movie. Kohaku: You should’ve expected it.

Rinne: Nope, I still refuse~ Himeru: Oukawa put that fist down, if you hit him he might actually lose all the braincells he has left.

Niki: Mogu mogu mogu ♪ (still chewing on a snack)

Rinne: Niki~kyun~ stop chewing on that and participate in your group’s conversation! (moves to pull on snack) Niki: (pulls back, quickly stuffing the rest into his mouth) Niki: Nahaha…Rinne-kun, it’s not like we’re actually kissing though? Niki: It’s just a fake kiss, right? Rinne:...

Himeru: Amagi instantly saw the word ‘kiss’ and panicked. Niki: Director-san said we can stop right before an actual kiss and they can handle the rest. Kohaku: Kohkohkoh, yeah. The miracles of camera angles and post-editing.

Rinne:...

Rinne: Well why didn’t you all say so! Gyahaha ☆

Niki: But we did say so…it was also written on the script, you just didn’t pay attention~

Rinne: Get ready Niki~kyun~ We gotta practice~ Niki: Rinne-kun wait why are you getting close to me- Niki: NGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Back in the present

Niki: (I know back then I wasn’t really bothered by it but…) Niki: (Why am I feeling so weird now!!!) Niki: It’s just a fake kiss! There’s nothing wrong about it-

Niki: Just acting for an audience, all for entertainment! Niki: Nothing more…

Niki: (Hggh. It’s not just this though…) Niki: (We’ve been acting out our other scenes but…)

Niki: (I’ve been the one messing up the most! Rinne-kun is an amazing actor while I’m just…me.)

Niki: (Even so, all of the crew…and Rinne-kun…are so patient with me.) Niki: (Seeing him put this character on…It makes me feel dizzy.) Niki: (places his hands on his cheeks) Niki: AGH What is happening to me?!

Niki:...

Niki: Come to think of it, that was kind of cute. Niki: How earnest he was about not kissing even if he didn’t see it was a fake kiss- Niki: (Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait)

Niki: Cute?! Amagi Rinne, cute?!!!

Niki: Get it together, Shiina Niki, he's getting into your head!!!

Niki: He is not cute!!! He is awful!! And it’s all his fault you’re feeling like this!! Niki: All! His! Fault!

Niki: I’m not gonna let him get to me! He will not win! Niki: Those soft looks…that warm touch- Niki: Acting, it’s all acting! Niki: Hmph! Niki: (Nice try Rinne-kun, I’m not falling for any of this!)

Niki: You may think you’ve won, but I’m not falling for this!

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are you going to come back?

((I keep telling myself im going to, but im not sure. Im especially unhappy with how this blog was written and how it looks at the moment, bc theres a lot of things id Want to change before getting back into rp here, but I have no energy or motivation to do so 😔 my art block from last year is Still ongoing, im still deeply fixated on other fandoms, and VERY recently I had an epiphany of some kind and haven't been able to stop paying attention to the news, bc anxieties about what's happening in Gaza/the West Bank, Sudan, and Chile, and not to mention this next American presidential election, have me reassessing my priorities in life, ykwim?))

((Im still around technically, i wont be deleting this blog or anything, im just in kind of a tough spot, mentally+emotionally+physically, and that makes it hard to get reinvested in something like this.))

((There's also the factor of... feeling rather restricted in this community. It's not any particular person or group of ppls fault, people are entitled to feel however they want around fictional subjects and themes, but i know that the types of things that i like to write and rp are dark and mature, and this fandom [despite the Nature of the show itself and the topics it covers] tends to attract a lot of very aggressive, very judgemental people -- as im sure youre all aware 😂 i found some friends here, but even still, a lot of the time i know i Can't get into the kind of stuff i ACTUALLY want to write, because most of the ppl in this community would [at least, way back when,] assume that That kind of writing means I'm a bad, dangerous person who wants to engage with those themes in real life 🙃. Which isn't to say anyone is Wrong for avoiding me if darker themes trigger them, by all means PLEASE block me for your sanity if thats what you have to do!! but when most all of those Exact Themes are LITERALLY, graphically present in the show, now, it's like. Idk man whats going on! Why are you here! if sexually abusive relationships bother these fans so much, then Why are they in THIS fandom of all places instead of somewhere tangibly Safer for their sanity, yk???))

(( i don't know. Maybe im just a brat, but ive always felt a little put out by the Hazbin community online. Its extremely self policing and isolating trying to find people i can feel comfortable talk to about my ideas, so ive kind of... given up and moved on, found a nice group of Freaks to be perverted about the Avatar sequel instead lmao))

((So... idk. I guess we'll see. But im very sorry it may have been wishful thinking when i said id come back. I really, truly meant it at the time -- things just changed 💔, both in me And in the community. And maybe theyll change again, idk!but i Do know there's people in this overarching Hazbin Tumblr RP community who don't like me very much (which is Okay), and I don't want to force myself to walk on eggshells anymore -- so I'm won't💪😎))

((I adored my time here while i was active, whuch it why i wont delete it -- i go back to re read threads all the time! -- but unless there's a group of sexual weirdos developing that i could fall in with AND I can find a way to balance this with the rest of my life, im still gonna be on this indefinite hiatus 💀👍 sorry))

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kellanved-ammanas · 1 year

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Valentine's Week Angst Day Three: Pyro/Medic - Burn

Day three of @dontneedadispenser Valentine's event.

Content warning: people being unfair to Pyro

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it! I didn’t, I promise.” Pyro wasn’t stupid no matter what anyone said, he knew the rainbows were dangerous so he would never intentionally let something like this happen. If everyone was right and the fire had started in or very near Medic’s lab, one of his favourite places to hang out, that was just an unfortunate coincidence. “I wasn’t even here when it happened.”

“Then where were you?” Engie asked. “You and Scout were supposed to be watching the base.”

“Exploring.” They were in a new base in the middle of a forest, how could he have resisted the urge to explore it a little while everyone else was out? And patrolling the area a bit couldn’t hurt, could it? “I got a little lost so I came back late.”

Only to find that the base had burned down with the rest of the team just barely managing to keep it from spreading to the surrounding forest – the size of the clearing it was in was probably the main factor in that not happening. And then of course, once Pyro was spotted, they’d started blaming him. Probably a logical thought to have but he hadn’t done it and they didn’t seem likely to be convinced no matter how hard he insisted. It wasn’t fair.

“Boy, I don’t care whatever it is you just said, you can’t seriously expect us to believe you didn’t do it, right? I mean who else could’ve done this?” Engie gestured back towards the base where half the team were hovering around the smoldering remains, stamping out embers and whatnot. The other half were still standing here, glaring at Pyro or in Scout’s case, standing nearby and refusing to look at him. “I know it was probably an accident but that don’t make it okay. You gotta own up to it.”

“Pyro has done this before,” Heavy said. “Never this bad, yes. But not first time something has burnt down that was not supposed to when Pyro was left alone with it.”

True but Pyro had always owned up to those mistakes. “I didn’t do it.” This time he didn’t bother saying it loud enough to be understood through the mask because it likely didn’t matter. “Maybe no one did.” Perhaps this new base had faulty wiring that had started the fire or some other thing that wasn’t really anyone’s fault, or at least no one on the team’s fault, had happened that caused a spark and started the fire. With how much flammable stuff was in Medic’s lab all it would take was one spark to get a big fire going. It’s why Pyro was always extra careful around Medic’s stuff.

Speaking of Medic, he wasn’t among the group that had separated out to scold Pyro for this. He stood by the smoldering wreckage of what had once been his lab, perhaps waiting for it to cool down enough to allow him to sort through it for anything that might have survived. Surely, he would believe Pyro was innocent.

Pyro turned away and started towards him. No one tried to call him back though, likely, the matter wasn’t settled yet.

Medic didn’t look over as Pyro reached him. Nor did he say anything.

Even while knowing that this was a bad thing, the wreckage still looked pretty. There were no open flames left but the embers still glowed all about; tiny little rainbows sparks amongst the gray ash. Standing so close to it, the call to feed it and make the rainbows dance big and beautiful was strong but… Pyro tore his gaze away. That would be bad and make him look even less innocent.

Instead he focused on Medic. In some ways Pyro liked him more than the rainbows and one day wanted to tell him that. Perhaps, Medic would even like him back. Now wasn’t the time for that though.

“Are the birds okay?” With everything still in the process of being moved over, they shouldn’t have been yet as they were almost always one of the last things to be settled in. But Pyro wanted to make sure anyway.

“Lucky for you they are.” The anger in Medic’s voice was like a punch to the gut. Did… he blame Pyro too? “If they weren’t I’d’ve removed your spine by now if not your whole skeleton. Seriously, Pyro, I told you my stuff is flammable so you can’t play with fire around it but then you go and do it anyway. And now most if not all of my work is gone up in flames. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been working on some of that stuff? How difficult a lot of those specimens were to get?”

“I didn’t do it.” It was a struggle to keep his voice clear and loud enough to be understood but even more than before it was important he do so.

“How’d the fire start then and why in my lab?”

“I don’t know. It wasn’t me. I promise, promise, promise.” He wouldn’t lie, especially not to Medic. Surely Medic knew that… right?

But whether Medic even understood his words or not, he gave no indication as he turned and walked away. Making it quite clear that he too blamed Pyro just like everyone else.

Pyro pulled his arms in to hug himself. Why did no one believe him? Just because he liked fire didn’t mean every fire that happened near him was his fault. Most of them were, yes, but… he wasn’t stupid. He was more careful than to allow something this bad to happen. How did no one else see that?

Holding back a whimper, he turned and started walking back into the forest. He didn’t feel like being around people anymore right now. Not if they all wanted to be just as unfair and blame him for stuff he didn’t do just like everyone else.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #dnadvalentines2023 #dnadteamangst23 #pyromedic #burnward #angst

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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We all know it's 2 failed exams... 😉 Your Strawberry

A second attempt

The first time he had failed the entrance exam, it had taken a lot out of him. He had been angry because he just wasn't used to failing. He had shone in all the exams of the last few years. He had even passed his school-leaving exams with very good results after initial difficulties at the new school. Failures were a long time ago. As a boy, he had failed the piano school entrance exam. At the second attempt he had asked to audition with the same teacher and he had made it. He never gave up and that was why he had made this second attempt.

So this time too he had decided to try again. If he do this training, he would have many opportunities. Still, there was a little voice in his head warning him that his heart was not in it. There were others who worked harder than him. In the past that would have driven him, but at the moment he lacked the ambition to want to be better.

He knew exactly why he had failed the first exam and he was sure he would fail the second one too. At the moment, studying was not a priority for him. His thoughts were only about two things, the theatre and her. As often as he could, he taught a small drama group. His fellow students had stared at him in horror when he had told them this once. They had assumed that he played theatre himself. But that phase was behind him. Back then, she had been his theatre teacher and he could not imagine anyone else telling him how to play. That memory was inseparable from her. But by teaching himself, he felt closer to her and if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that his thoughts were constantly only with her. He neglected everything just to think of her or to be with her. As often as they could, they met. He was so in love.

Since he was aware of it, it no longer bothered him to perhaps fail the second exam and as he had suspected, the second attempt also failed. At first he felt disappointment, but at the same time a weight fell from his shoulders. He would not try again, for this did not seem to be his way. But he was sure that he would find his way. Sometimes in life you have to take detours to arrive and he would arrive, with her.

As he walked to his lodgings, he was at peace with himself and the world. Amazed, he saw her waiting at his door. Beaming, he came to meet her and took her elatedly in his arms. "You came," he stated happily. She laughed. "Can I congratulate you?" she asked excitedly. He broke away from the embrace, unlocked the door and pulled her into his flat. Then he embraced her face and explained, "No, I failed the second time too." The adorable smile that had lit up her face froze and she looked at him in shock. "Then why are you so happy?" she brought out. He smiled. "I accept it. It wasn't meant to be. It's not my way." He had to smile at her horror.

"The first time you failed, you were devastated. You stood outside my door and..." He put a finger to her lips and stopped her from continuing. "Don't remind me of that, please," he demanded. "That was wounded vanity. I realised I didn't really take it seriously the first time or the second." Questioningly, she looked at him. "What do you mean?" He sighed and rested his forehead against hers. "My thoughts and my feelings are yours alone right now." He smiled. She broke away from him and shook her head. "I was afraid of something like this." Nervously, she bit her lower lip.

He clasped her chin and traced her lips with his thumb. "This is not your fault. I feel this way is just not my way." "But I'm distracting you," she said softly, looking at him apologetically. "Oh yes," he admitted. "For the first time, studying is no longer at the top of my list and it's liberating." He pressed a kiss to her lips. "I'm happy with you. I feel alive because I love you." "But," she began and he shook his head. "No buts," he demanded. "It's fine the way it is. Last time you said it was just a test and you were right." That elicited a smile from her and he began to kiss her tenderly.

Helloooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

Totally different reaction the second time Hahaha and I like this one better hahaha it’s like I could even feel his peace of mind and sort of happiness reading your piece 🥰

Exam? Who cares about the exam? Hahaha Manu was just ready to fully concentrate on Brigitte again 😋🤭😏

The idea of Emmanuel teaching a small drama group... oh my!!

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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lightprkdraws · 1 year

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Hello again anon. I know you sent these as different asks, but I will answer them together because it's more convenient, and hopefully put the matter to rest

First of all, let me say that I feel kinda patronized by your tone. This is not my original idea, and yet I feel like I am being criticised for it as if it is. It is actually an idea that I'd seen other people talk about long before I ever thought about making any art for it. I'm not telling you to go bother anyone else, I'm just getting this frustration out of the way

(Pt1) I think you misunderstood my intentions with the AU. I am not re-writing hinata's backstory. I'm only adding on some bits to what I think happened after the canon story ended. I am not going to change this decision. Also, I was already aware of how DID is formed, I did not start writing about this AU completely blind

(Pt2) I'm confused as to whether or not you know hinata and kamukura's story (or anything about danganronpa 2 in general)? This fundamentally cannot be a simple story about "different people sharing a body" because kamukura is a part of hinata no matter how anyone sees it (unrelated but this is why AUs where they're made into 2 different people, usually brothers, are not my cup of tea). Kamukura would not exist without hinata. Their dynamic is interesting because in canon they have to confront one another as if they're confronting themselves, in chapter 6 hinata has to confront the fact that he had something to do with the end of the world and their current predicament. Heck, junko keeps repeating in the canon text that hinata is kamukura! This is how I see them in canon, although I'm sure other people might disagree with the specifics, I guess you might also do

I will say, thank you for that link, it was a very interesting read and I learnt about an aspect of DID that I was not fully informed about. I can never truly know how it is to have DID and experience it in my day-to-day life, so any information like this can be really helpful

(Pt3) Depending on whether or not you send me another ask about this, and depending on what you'll say in that ask, I intend to simply drop this AU. Alternatively, I might continue working on it sporadically, I never intented to focus on it exclusively in the first place. Either way, I will not let anyone tell me what to do in relation to my art and fan content

Speaking of fan content, I don't understand why me making a DID AU about two characters who canonically share a brain and body is such a big deal. I am doing my best to stay respectful and not to stray away from things I have read about DID, but I am also making a piece of fan content for a fictional narrative where a group of teenagers brought the end of the world and a guy was made into a god through brain surgery! And he has red glowing eyes! I don't understand why it would be impossible for a person in that universe to have a condition similar to DID, but which does not have the same root cause as DID. I understand why it might be important for you that the cause is preserved, but I do not intend to make it so for this piece of fan content that I want to make

Lastly I have seen other people who liked the two posts I made about this AU. What if another system likes this AU? Will you fault them for it?

I simply want to make art that depicts the two characters learning from eachother and comforting eachother and growing with eachother until they come to terms with their identities and their past

#sdr2 spoilers

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cadrenebula · 2 years

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Remember

(Warnings ahead for blood, torture, violence, swear words. The usual for Alex. Especially since this is his line of thoughts during his two days of torture in the piece before this. Read at your own risk. I had been listening to Remember by Adema during writing this. Original piece was written Aug 22nd 2017.)

It was all over. He was going to die here. Die like a mongrel. There was no one to save him. No one except Aeri. But how would she find him before it was too late? He was doomed to a slow and painful death.

He was in so much pain. Barely able to even rest for a moment. Only when Jacques let unconsciousness claim him for a few hours did he get to rest. His throat felt raw and savaged from the roaring and screaming. He hadn’t been able to hold back against the pain anymore.

Weakness... He had let himself be weak for a knight of Ishgard. Lancefer...

~~~

He was the only one who ever saw me as something other than a monster back then. Someone who saw the damaged boy beneath the armor. Saw my scars as the story of my survival from hell...

Stay away from him. He’s a freak. Someday he’ll find himself witchdropped. Monster! Savage! Mongrel!

He could still hear the words spat at him over the years. Cold crimson eyes watching people warily. He spat the blood from his mouth onto the ground as he sat huddled in a corner against the cold air. He had won the fight but he’d taken one hell of a beating in the process. Jacques wasn’t going to be pleased. So he was lingering. Not wanting to return for a beating for being so stupid and careless.

Alex snarled as a shadow fell over him.

That hand that reached out to me. The haunted sky blue eyes that seared me. He didn’t back down when I growled at him to go away. Instead all that stupid fool did was help me. Tended to my injuries without asking a damned thing. Despite how wrecked he still was from the fall of the Vigil. It didn’t seem to bother him one damn bit to help a monster like me.

“Why are you helping me?” Alex asked with a defensive tone as he kept a cautious eye on Lancefer while bandaging Alex’s wounds.

“Because I see someone who needs help.” Lance’s tone was almost as hollow as the look in his eyes. The look of someone who had seen too much far too soon. Suffered and was broken by the enemy.

Something about him called to me. Was it because to him I wasn’t a monster? Because he saw past the mask? Through the cold words of others that I used like armor to protect myself? To care about people was a weakness. To let others care about myself was just as bad. I was never wanted before. Why would anyone care now after all these years? Yet he did. Stupid Rose Knight...

~~~

Alex screamed as agony ripped through him. Scattering his thoughts to the wind. To endure this was going to drive him into madness. If he survived long enough for Aeri to find him. Still... Jacques was going to kill Lancefer anyway. It was all his fault. All because of him. Lance would die because of his stupidity.

Lancefer... I’m so sorry I ever got you involved in my hell..

~~~

Alex laughed as he ducked a swing and landed a fist to the man’s gut. Staggering back to bump into Lance’s back. He grinned like a madman as he realized who was at his back. Side by side. Back to back. Alex had picked the fight yet Lance had still stuck by his side to fight with him against the group of thugs. Yet the fighting seemed to bring a spark to Lance’s haunted eyes. Something about standing with Alex in these insane moments seemed to bring a spark back to the boy.

Later they would sit on the wall in the freezing cold. Drinks in hand and bandages wrapped around injuries. A smoke in their free hand. It had taken him time to convince Lance to relax and enjoy the drugs with him. But eventually the boy relented. Perhaps because it was an escape from the mental torment they both suffered.

He could see the boy didn’t sleep well. The smudges beneath his eyes told Alex just how well the boy slept. Probably plagued by nightmares from the Vigil’s fall.

“Living is hard. Dying is easy. You give up an you’re weak. So fight an prove them wrong. Don’t let the demons win.” Alex says before taking a long drag on his smoke. “Besides I plan to live as long as I can just to give people hell.”

~~~

Thirty one summers... Only half his life lived. He was going to die at his mentor’s hand. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Screw the gods and their lack of care for him. All his life had been one struggle after another. The gods didn’t exist. Or they watched life treat him cruelly over and over again for their amusement.

Watching you that day... Watching our friendship die... I thought I had protected you... The only person who saw me for me. Instead of the monster that I had been made to become to survive... I failed... I failed so hard...

Alex fought back the urge to cry for the first time since he was a child. Why had Halone forsaken him like this?! The pain was getting to his head. He knew his body was having a hard time coping. So much blood loss... If he survived... Would there be anything left worth saving? Would he ever hold a weapon again? Maybe it was just the feverish feeling he felt that was driving him slowly mad. Was this how most of his mentor’s victims felt before their minds broke? He didn’t know... He felt disoriented and jumbled. His thoughts kept drifting. It was the only thing keeping him from succumbing fully. Thoughts of the only people who ever gave a damn about the monster he was.

Not that you care anymore Lancefer... I made sure to shatter everything into irreparable pieces... Just to try and keep you safe. From both Jacques... And myself... We were from two separate worlds... We should have never been friends. There was no way a friendship between us could have ended well. So I betrayed you to save you... I made you hate me. The first and only person at that time who even cared if I lived or died. I plastered on that cocky grin and shattered everything as I killed those knights. It was my job... An I did it in front of you just so you could see the true monster. To realize we could never be friends. It killed me to watch what we had die... To return to being alone in the world. But I knew it had to be done. You were a knight and an upper class kid. I was a mongrel and hated. I would end up dead in a gutter or at the bottom of the witch drop... There was no place for someone like you in my world.

Yet he had found acceptance and care in the least likely of places years later. He knew he wasn’t lucky enough to score a beauty like Aeri so easily. That she wouldn’t buddy up to him without some hidden agenda. Which was true. She was working for Soren to get information from him. Yet something about her called to him. Even when she was betraying him. He should have hated her. Should have tried to kill her. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

Instead I hide my feelings for her. I wanted her with something more than desire. I felt like I had found someone who understood me. I wanted to claim her but she was a wild and free spirit. I could never claim something as strong as her. Not for myself. It was too late once I finally realized I wanted to love her. She had already fallen for Rath. I was too little too late. Always too late... All I could do was watch her. The same with Toka. I wanted to care but I kept my distance. They cared what happened to me. I cared about them. But still I kept myself apart. I didn’t want to drag them into my personal hell.

Yet Aeri was resilient. She still cared.Even when I tried to push her away because of Jacques. Even though she had Rath. Didn’t give me up as a lost cause after all this time. Pulled me back together after Soren wounded my pride. Gave me a reason to want more for my life.

Yet look where I ended up... Strapped to a chair... Tortured by my old mentor... I’m a sorry piece of shit... Yeah... It was better I never got a chance to make her love me. I couldn’t even keep my promise to her. So much for not being stupid...

He felt something splinter. Groaned in agony as stars swam before his vision. “Aeri... I-I’m s-sorry...” He could barely mumble the words through the haze of pain and blood. Didn’t flinch as Jacques lifted his head up by his hair. All he could do was pray for an end to the pain. For something to finally end this suffering.

#About Alexois #The Jackal of Coerthas #tw torture #tw violence #tw blood #The Past Comes Knocking

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