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wolha · 1 year
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LEE JOON-GI & MOON CHAE-WON as DO HYUN-SOO & CHA JI-WON FLOWER OF EVIL 악의 꽃 (2020) dir. Kim Cheol-Kyu
↳ userdramas event 04: love
In Greek and Roman mythology, there’s a god named Hephaestus. He was the god of metalworking. He was the ugliest god in Mount Olympus, and everyone hated him because of his nasty personality, so he always spent time in his workshop. But he had a wife whom he loved dearly. Her name was Venus. The planet. And another name for that is “the morning star”. You were always on my mind in this very space where I had spent most of my time.
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hatchstacheworth · 25 days
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@the-steam-powered-spine Where Does Peter Keep The Explosives? No Reason :})
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yyyyyyayy · 1 year
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oomfs am i passionate, incisive, cunning , overthinking, perceptive, intimidating ,powerful, malicious and aggressive? or am i gay?
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babydollmarauders · 2 months
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ALL-STAR — JACK HUGHES (MEDIA MANAGEMENT AU)
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notes: a long awaited insta edit release for everyone’s favorite unhinged couple!
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y/ndevils00 HE ASKED!! 💍🤍
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jackhughes i can’t wait to spend forever with you, my beautiful crazy girl 🤍
y/ndevils00 you may not have played, but i think this has been the best all-stars yet!
trevorzegras PLAN ALPHA-ALPHA! CONGRATULATIONS YOU LOVE BIRDS
trevorzegras don’t people usually caption it “i said yes”?
y/ndevils00 i’ve been saying yes for the past 2 years, i think people will be more shocked that he asked
jackhughes WE’VE ONLY BEEN DATING FOR TWO YEARS, THAT’S A NORMAL AMOUNT OF TIME TO WAIT
trevorzegras @/jackhughes bro your girlfriend is anything but normal
y/ndevils00 *fiancée
trevorzegras that’s what you got from that? really?
user93 JACK HUGHES IS GETTING MARRIED?! it’s truly over for the rest of us 😪
john.marino97 did you just… have that outfit packed?
y/ndevils00 i’m crazy but i’m not THAT crazy… i went to a bridal store in Toronto as soon as he asked
john.marino97 yeah, that sounds about right
john.marino97 congratulations, i guess!
y/ndevils00 you’re still so lonely, aren’t you? seventh wheeling on a couples trip and whatnot
john.marino97 i might take you up on your previous offer. hook me up with one of your friends
y/ndevils00 oh, that offer was kinda not real… i don’t think i have any girl friends besides the other wags
john.marino97 you are an evil woman
y/ndevils00 you’ll find someone soon enough, maraschino! i’ll even be your wing-woman at the clubs!
john.marino97 don’t do that. no one is asking you to do that.
y/ndevils00 you didn’t have to ask! i’ll do it out of the kindness of my heart! 🥰
john.marino97 i didn’t know you had one of those
dawson1417 BEST FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED! BES FREN HAS A FIANCÉ
y/ndevils00 I’M GETTING MARRIED! I HAVE A FIANCÉ!
dawson1417 GO BEST FRIEND! IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME
y/ndevils00 YOU’RE TELLING ME!
jackhughes i can take my ring back, you know?
y/ndevils00 no you can’t ☹️ it’s part of me now!
nicohischier congrats, you guys! i can’t imagine a couple more meant for each other than you two ❤️
y/ndevils00 awww thank you, captain slut 🥹🫶
nicohischier oh that wasn’t a compliment
ehaula HE ASKED?!
y/ndevils00 HE ASKED!
ehaula AND YOU SAID YES?
y/ndevils00 I SAID YES!
ehaula MY NIECE IS GETTING MARRIED! CONGRATULATIONS
y/ndevils00 THANK YOU UNCLE HOLLA!
user56 OH MY GOD HUGHES-CROSBY WEDDING 🔜
lhughes_06 you’ve been my sister for 2 years, i’m glad it’s becoming official ❤️
y/ndevils00 oh my sweet smush 🥹 i can’t wait to officially be able to baby you for the rest of our lives!
_quinnhughes welcome to the family ❤️ so glad i was able to be there to witness such a beautiful moment
y/ndevils00 thank you, huggy 🥹🫶 i’m so grateful to be graciously accepted into this wonderful family
lhughes_06 “ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME, JACKY? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! IF YOU’RE FUCKING WITH ME THEN I SWEAR TO GOD…”
y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 don’t be shy! say it all! i’m very romantic!
lhughes_06 i don’t wanna
y/ndevils00 “WE’RE NOT FUCKING ALL WEEK! THIS WOULD BE SUCH A CRUEL JOKE! YOU BETTER BE SERIOUS!” see! i’m so romantic!
e.malkin71geno so happy for you, little Crosby ❤️
y/ndevils00 thank you, uncle G! 🤍
e.malkin71geno i remember when you used to run around the rink with your little pigtails and tell us to catch you, now you’re an adult and getting married
y/ndevils00 to be fair, i think i was 17 when i told you to catch me
user70 THEY’RE ENGAGED HOLY SHIT HE DID IT
colecaufield BUBBLE AND JACK! CONGRATULATIONS!!
y/ndevils00 thank you, teddy bear!!! hope ya look good in a tux, maybe at the wedding you can finally get your own total babe like me 🥰
colecaufield and you’re so humble, what a catch!
jesperbratt congrats! wish you guys the best 😁
y/ndevils00 will you be our flower girl? you can throw whatever you want, you precious little swede-heart
dawson1417 DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?! DID OUR PLANS MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 truthfully, if bratter says yes, then yeah the wedding binder we made is being thrown out the window and you’ll have to be a bridesmaid instead
jesperbratt i’m honored, but i don’t want to take the job away from Merc!
y/ndevils00 oh :( okay :(
jackhughes i’m sorry, you and Dawson made a wedding binder? you pre-planned OUR wedding with DAWSON?
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes truthfully, i wasn’t sure you’d ever ask, but yeah. i think you’ll like the playlist though! i’m gonna walk down the aisle to Rack City!
jackhughes that’s not happening
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes so you hate fun
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y/ndevils00 fiancé and huggy! fiancé! fiancé picking his team x3! fiancé and some guys! justin doing his best impression of me! fiancé and some more guys! sid and justin!
that’s a wrap on asg 2024! the best i’ve ever experienced! now back to Jersey to shove my ring in everybody’s face and carry on my job of sexy nurse!
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user72 oh y/n is gonna milk this fiancé thing with all she’s got and i’m here for it!
justinbieber nice seeing you again, y/n! wishing you and jack a long and prosperous marriage!
y/ndevils00 put the dictionary away and write some new music, beaver
justinbieber it was only like 10 years ago that you wanted my last name, don’t think i forgot
y/ndevils00 WE AGREED TO NEVER SPEAK OF THAT
user61 she knows…. justin bieber????
jackhughes i’m liking “fiancé” but i can think of another name that has a better ring to it 😉
y/ndevils00 i’m not calling you daddy on the internet
jackhughes HUSBAND! I MEANT HUSBAND!
john.marino97 “ON THE INTERNET”?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN “ON THE INTERNET”?!
_quinnhughes good times! see you in the summer, sis!
y/ndevils00 “sis” 🥹 @/jackhughes DO YOU SEE THAT?! DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE IT?
jackhughes i do, dove! i see it! ❤️
dawson1417 I BETTER BE THE FIRST PERSON TO SEE THE RING! DOES IT SPARKLE?
y/ndevils00 IT SPARKLES SO GOOD
dawson1417 GOOD! IT BETTER!
user85 y/n feeding us all the jack content!
jesperbratt it was nice having you there for my first all-stars!
y/ndevils00 you are nothing but an angel and i will hurt anyone for you
lhughes_06 come back and take care of your devil cat
y/ndevils00 that’s your niece, have some respect!
lhughes_06 she bit my nose and scratched a hole in my kith hoodie
y/ndevils00 that means she wants you to kith her
lhughes_06 i can almost guarantee it doesn’t
y/ndevils00 do you speak cat?
lhughes_06 no?
y/ndevils00 then you can’t guarantee shit
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abyssruler · 1 year
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I REALLY LOVE THAT XIAO FANFIC OF YOURSS(flowers and unplanned proposal) could you perhaps make a part 2 of it? About xiao & reader's 'married' life? :D
(from this fic) hm not necessarily a part 2 cuz i’m too lazy to do one, but here’s a few hcs!
your wedding ceremony’s a small affair consisting of you and xiao, lumine, hu tao, zhongli, paimon, your close friends (xingqiu, chongyun, xiangling, etc.), aaaand a few (re: a lot) of adepti who got curious when they heard that the conqueror of demons was getting married to a mortal.
your wedding’s probably one of the most blessed ones out there simply because of the sheer amount of adepti that attended, which means they had to give a compulsory wedding gift. they all gave various things which all ultimately served as a trinket to ward off evil and bring prosperity.
also, apparently lumine’s got a few scores to settle with some of them because she unwittingly trespassed and stole from their domains, whoops. it’s only thanks to the kind funeral consultant that everything was resolved peacefully. the wedding’s a shitshow and a half, but the important thing is that you and xiao were lawfully wedded by the end of it. the only problem you really had was if zhongli the consultant was qualified to officiate the wedding. xiao assured you multiple times that he is, trust me, there is no one more fit for it than rex—i mean, zhongli.
nothing much really changes except for the fact xiao is a little embarrassed at the revelation that your relationship was basically one sided until hu tao of all people spilled the beans to you. you do let him sleep in your bed without needing permission anymore, which you had to explain to him multiple times that since you’re married now, what’s yours is his, which means he doesn’t need to wake you up at midnight just to ask if he can lay down beside you.
lumine is, as always, the one who keeps pushing you two together and keeps taking credit for being your so called matchmaker. as a self proclaimed love guru, she’s your go-to when you need advice regarding married life, but after hearing various suggestions like pretending to drown so he can save you and falling off cliffs to experience that ‘damsel in distress and white knight feeling’, you’ve decided that lumine should be banned from making romantic advices.
it’s not too bad—being married, that is. it’s pretty much the same as when you thought xiao was just a roommate. you still do the chores together, he still cooks dinner for you, the two of you still argue on who gets to have the last piece of chocolate on a packet (he always lets you win).
except, if your home was full of flowers back then, now it’s fit to burst with the amount xiao showers you with. he’ll come home from doing whatever adepti stuff he does with arms full of different kinds of flowers. it once got to the point where a random person entered your house, thinking it was a flower shop only to be met with a very grumpy adeptus asking what business they have on his home.
suffice to say, you told him to limit the flower giving to once a week. if only so you won’t have to resort to using your bathtub as a vase for them.
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darubyprincx · 9 months
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literally obsessed with ren and doc's dynamic this season. lawful evil mastermind who pretends he follows no rules but in a doofensmirtz way and his slightly ditzy but really enthusiastic right hand man whos the epitome of the :D emoticon who's also out for blood and a good time but also he keeps getting distracted by the flowers on the side of the road to hell. this is awesome
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anincompletelist · 2 months
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[ vol i | vol ii | vol iii | vol iv ]
happy january friends! :D
there have been a crazy number of wonderful fics that I have had time to catch up on this month, and I've saved a few for next month's rec as well!
as always, please remember to leave kudos and a comment if you enjoyed the fic or show support in other ways, and be kind! mind the tags and if you come across something you dislike, please kindly (and quietly) move on.
this turned out to be a bit of a long one! I hope everyone has had a wonderful start to the new year so far, and happy reading y'all! <3
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it's a kind of magic | Jaistiel | E | 82k
Henry, the man who had asked if Alex's magic hurt him before asking if he used it for evil things. Henry, the man who seemed terrified of his magic, but also held a level of awe and wonder about it. Henry, the man who was likely scared out of his mind to share a tent with someone capable of the things Alex could do, but was offering anyway. "Alex." He watched as Henry's eyes widened with shock, his jaw dropping open just enough for his full lips to form a small, perfect 'o' shape. "If you're asking me to share your tent and your blankets, I guess you should at least know my name."
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you can see it with the lights out | weathersriley | G | 3k
"Alex thinks of the water. Of feeling like he might never reach the surface, might never reach Henry. But Henry is here; Alex remembers falling asleep in the glow of his presence, and beneath his shaking fingers, Henry’s chest is warm and his heart is beating steadily and Henry is here. Alex is afraid, but Henry is here."
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me | @affectionatelyrs | T+ | 9k
They’re no longer in the garden. There’s no grass, no flowers, no fireflies. Only stars—hundreds upon hundreds of them in an otherwise vast sea of darkness, dazzling and twinkling and here. “How—” “They came here for you,” Alex says, his voice light. “It’s what you desired. So, I asked them to come and shine. Just for you.” “But won’t the world need them?” Alex shrugs and simply says, “You need them more.” [Or, Five times Alex visits Henry in his dreams during his dark days, and one time he does so in the real world (and stays)]
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if I do not have (your) love, I am nothing | @read-and-write- | M | 9k
The church says that sin keeps you away from God. Your disobedience is to remain hidden and only admitted during confession. The greater the sin, the greater your penance should be, and God, as the loving God he is, will forgive you. Because God is love, and he’s the greatest expression of it. Love thy neighbor is the greatest mandate of all. Yet, when Alex loves, his love is seen as perverse, impure. The greatest sin he has committed was to fall in love with another man, who has lain by his side during countless nights. But when Alex looks at Henry, he finds nothing reprehensible, nothing unclean. Instead, he finds the truest form of worship held between his arms, trailing fingertips that climb up Henry’s spine as a litany of words spill out from his mouth. A room consecrated by each whisper of God’s name, said so reverently that no one would dare say they have taken His name in vain. [A character study of Alex, religion, divinity and love.]
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sea of endless hope | acastle | E | 65k+
Henry watches Alex, the man he adores and loves so ardently, and the moment is palpable, delicate, and yet too large for even the sky to contain. He watches Alex, and in that moment, he wants to be his husband, the ache and urge of it almost unbearable. “Daddy!” Nena takes Henry’s hands, and he looks down at her, the angel who had saved him, and he smiles at her, quiet with emotion, letting her lead him into place. He would follow her, follow Alex, anywhere. (Henry, Alex, and their daughter, and the first years of coming home, forever.)
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I wake up with your memory over me (and that's a real fucking legacy) | @coffeecatsme | E | 21k
The ski instructor stops in front of him, takes off his goggles, and Henry about stops breathing for another reason. “Hey,” Alexander says with a grin, his face distinctly lacking in wrinkles Henry was expecting from a renowned instructor. There’s a bright grin on his face that rivals the sun, rich brown curls spilling out of a red beanie, and Henry realizes he’s absolutely fucked for a whole other reason than his inability to figure out how to stay upright in skis.  [Or, the one in which Henry is hopeless at skiing despite his family's aspirations, and Mary hires Alex as an instructor to amend that.]
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Praise and Supplication | @nocoastposts | E | 3k
Alex is always moving, always going, always seeking. He is defiance and brashness tinged with anxiety, but not in these moments. Henry pins him down with a gaze as heavy as his touch, and all of Alex’s motions cease. He is calm, he is obedient, he is pliable. He knows he’ll be broken apart piece by piece, sending waves of heat deep into his core. [When Alex gets stuck in his head, Henry helps him let go.]
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Room for Rent (Sex Dungeon Not Included) | @everwitch-magiks | E | 19k
When Alex comes, he only knows two things: that he’s good, and that he’s Henry’s. And that’s all he needs to know. Alex’s housemate has a sex dungeon. It’s pretty much exactly what you’d expect; whips and bondage gear and a chair that looks like something a gynecologist would have use for. Alex, being the chill, sex-positive guy he is, is of course extremely cool with this. Totally normal about it. Enthusiastically supportive, even. But as Alex watches Henry invite a steady stream of men into his dungeon, he develops one tiny little issue with the arrangement: he desperately wants to take their place.
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stolen glances with a string attached | @wordsofhoneydew | T+ | 6k
Henry’s eyes widen, his body tensing up in sheer humiliation. That’s when he sees a sly smirk make its way to the man’s lips, and it only makes the embarrassment course through his body more rapidly, feeling all the blood rush to his cheeks. The man then spins around in his office chair, reaching for what looks to be a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbles on it for a swift moment before pressing the paper up against his office window. The paper reads, “TAKE A PIC,” written in sloppy, bubble-like handwriting just barely legible enough for Henry to read. The man grabs another paper and writes for a moment longer, this time reading, “JK” with a winky face. Henry cocks an inquisitive eyebrow in his direction, the embarrassment slowly morphing into curiosity as the man turns the paper over for Henry to read the other side. “ALEX.” [An AU in which two men fall in love through their office windows]
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two is better than one | @bigassbowlingballhead | E | 8k
“You’ve thought about being with two of me, baby?” Alex teases, “Are you sure you can handle that?” he smirks. “I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.” Henry says matter of factly. “Not that it’s even fathomable.” “What if it could be…”
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love left a permanent mark | @hypnostheory | E | 10k
Henry clears his throat and answers again. “I’m a bit nervous. About the needles.” “Thank you for telling me,” Alex says, voice dipping low. Henry wouldn’t move from his spot on the couch if the apartment was on fire. “People aren’t afraid of the needle. They’re afraid of the pain. But you’re not scared of that, right?” [Henry decides to get a tattoo. It comes with more than one kind of aftercare.]
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Grounded In Fact | @england-would-fall | E | 5k
When Georgetown grad student Henry's and Alex's flights home are cancelled for bad weather, they secure the last room at a nearby hotel. Henry Fox, facing the prospect of sharing a bed with his roommate/love of his life/friend he has never confessed his feelings to, enters into an epic state of Gay Panic (tm). Come on in and watch as Henry Who Is Experiencing The Greatest Tragedy Since The Burning Of Alexandria navigates this very real and not at all in-his-head crisis.
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kitchen confidential | @dumbpeachjuice | T+ | 4k
The NDA is approximately a mile long. “Jesus fuck,” Alex splutters. “What, is their favourite film The Menu or something? Am I gonna come out of this one alive?” [Or, the one where Alex is hired to cater a private dinner party for Prince Henry and his friends, and it does not go as he expects.]
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Newton's Fourth Law | dilfpickles | E | 26k
In which Alex meets his new very attractive roommate through Reddit, downloads Grindr, and discovers some things about himself and his roommate in the process.
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Knowing me, knowing you | phlebotinxm | E | 8k
It wasn’t like the thought crept up on him by surprise. It had come in waves, like white salty water spread upon the shore and leaving little bits of foam and dust for people to see, like an idea Henry couldn’t quite shake that seemed to bleed into every era of their lives. It stayed at the back of his mind as he got up in the morning, and pulsed against his temple when he fell asleep. [In which, upon discovering something he’d never imagined about his father, Henry realizes that he is ready to take the next big step in his and Alex’s relationship.]
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All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers | @kiwiana-writes | E | 5k
“That floor doesn’t look like it’s very comfortable on your knees, is all.” Henry leans forward, scooping out a piece of brownie that got under the counter, somehow. “I wouldn’t worry about that—my knees are quite used to it, I assure you.” A ringing silence follows this pronouncement, during which Henry focuses very hard on opening a trap door directly into hell with the power of his mind. [Or, five times Henry puts his foot in his mouth in front of his customer crush, and one time he puts his dick in his customer crush's mouth instead doesn't.]
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The Consequences (Of Our Actions) series | @anchoredarchangel | E | 78k+
"I sort of came out as bisexual to both Nora and myself when we were watching that fucking snoozefest of a Royal Wedding years ago, and I told her with no hesitation that you were on my list.” Suddenly, Henry looks very present in this previously one-sided conversation, eyes boring into him even if he sounds a little choked as he clarifies, “I was on-” “My No Consequences sex list,” Alex confirms brazenly, “Yeah." [Or: During an inadvisable spot of dating years back, Alex and Nora made a game out of making extensive lists of celebrities they could hook up with without it being cheating. One breakup and several years later, Alex meets someone on his list for the very first time at a charity gala and decides it's appropriate to tell him all about it.]
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Burnt Offering | justice fortheJ14magazine | G | 9k
He just needs to get through washing his hair. Simple. Except washing his hair has never been simple. It’s the polar opposite, actually. The more he thinks about the task set out in front of him, the more daunting and impossible it feels. His limbs feel like lead and the weight of the hot water pouring over him makes his head buzz. But Alex can do this. He’s done it before. A shower after a long lacrosse game or that one time he had the flu and had to stop three times to sit under the water and collect himself. He can handle a little finals week exhaustion. He has to. [Or, Alex’s hair care routine is elaborate, he struggles to let Henry help him, and he learns some important things about receiving love through service.]
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Ho for the Holidays | @whimsymanaged | E | 6k
“Listen, don’t worry about this,” Henry says quickly, already mentally crafting the passive-aggressive text he’s going to send Pez. “Better luck next year. I’ll just be off—“ “Hold your damn horses.” Alex stops Henry with a fast, surprisingly gentle hand to his wrist. His eyebrows furrow. “What did you put on your questionnaire?” Henry’s ears go hot. “That’s none of your business.” Alex scoffs and leans in closer. “Baby, we matched. It’s safe to say we have at least some interests in common. Be honest—was it because you confessed to having a secret desire to slap me?” [Or, Pez organizes an event called Ho for the Holidays, and these two idiots get paired up.]
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see you all soon! :D
sarah / anincompletelist xx
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prose-for-hire · 10 months
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High Stakes
Pairing: Spike x witch!reader (gn)
Request: I was wondering about maybe one where spike and reader are in a relationship like a really healthy one and he is completely in love them but the scooby gang ask them to do some really big draining spell because they are more powerful witch then willow and like reader starts to panic once leaving the magic box with spike and he is super concerned and like they start to have a panic attack and he immediately starts calming them down and looking after them and it’s just really fluffy and angsty.
Requested by: @witchb1tches
Warning: Reader has a panic attack. Crying. 
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There was a storm brewing. The sky was dark but only you could feel it. You were at one with the elements. A powerful sorcerer who had unfathomable power. As you waled briskly through the streets, your hands laced with Spike’s, you tried to push down your anxieties and focus on the feeling of his hand in yours.
You and Spike had been together for years. He adored you with ever fibre of his being and you matched his love in every way. It was a love that others only dreamed of. You had met at a demon bar one evening and in attempting to impress you, Spike had picked a fight with half of the bar. When he got in trouble and they all tried to jump him at once, you stood up raised your hand, making the entire crowd slam into the back wall of the bar as if shoved by an invisible force.
Spike had just stared, mouth wide open as you winked and left him in the bar, saying your goodbyes. Although you didn’t agree with love at first sight, the ground started humming and the breeze that whistled through your ears on the way home telling you that you had met the one. You waited though, to see if he would make the first move. To test if it really was fate.
You had run into each other several times after that and after getting over the fact that you were friends with the Slayer, he built up the courage to ask you on an actual date. He had even brought flowers that looked suspiciously like they had been swiped from a nearby grave. He had been rather bashful and it had been incredibly endearing, you only understood later on why he was so nervous of rejection.
You had been laying in bed when you got the SOS message from Xander. Some big evil this or some creepy spell that. You knew you had to come as fast as you could and your vampire insisted he was only coming to try and score a nip of blood, but you knew him better than that.
“Don’t know why they think you’re at their every bleedin’ beck and call” Spike had been sulking the entire way there, his unlit cigarette bobbing from his mouth as he spoke. He mostly did it to see you smile, he was very fond of your smile. He did this, especially when he sensed that you were feeling tense about something.
“Spike, it’s the end of the world, we can’t just hold each other and wait for it to get us”
“If it was the end of the world, we’d be doin’ more than cuddlin’. That I can tell you, pet” he pointed at you, his cigarette between his fingers as a curl of smoke escaped his smirk. You rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully as you walked.
“I have power, it would be wrong not to do something to help”
“No, what’s wrong is callin’ up a vampire in the middle of the afternoon while he’s trying to sleep! Apocalypses are ten-to-the-bloody-dozen ‘round here, we could have finished our nap and still caught the next one, I wager”
“That may be true, but-” You started to defend your younger friends and Giles, but that was when you sensed it. The coming storm had distracted you but now you saw it. The Magic Box was ablaze, green fire licked the building and what looked like a tornado inside the store fanned the flames.
You ran straight into the fire, with Spike trying to pull you back. You shot him a meaningful look, your intentions sending your thoughts and reasons into his own head. He nodded, understanding, the fire was magically suspended, something (probably Willow and Tara) was working against the damage.
When you both arrived, Spike had a hand firmly on your waist, he knew that in this sort of fight, you were the one that was doing the protecting. He was man enough to admit that. But it didn’t stop him wanting to ensure that you were by his side. Safe from harm’s way.
The scene was pure chaos, and not in a nice, neat, easy-to-calm way. You had ceased many of those for your friends before. This one was different. An invisible tornado had whipped up around the store, the noise was so loud it was near impossible to hear yourself think. Anya was trying to hold down anything valuable from getting more broken while Giles and Willow were screaming incantations over the din.
“No bloody way” Spike muttered, taking you hand and trying to lead you out again. There was no sodding, buggering, bloody way that you two were getting involved in this one. The slayer and her little friends could fry for all he cared. Just so long as it didn’t involve you.
Buffy was trying to fight the air around her, with Xander on back up, as some force kept attacking the two that were trying to reduce the amount of fire that threatened to consume them.
That was when you saw it. In the centre of the room, the eye of the tornado.
“Th-that book…” You said softly. You knew that book, you could feel the ancient power rolling off it. Humans couldn’t touch that book unless they were powerful enough to withstand it’s hold on their souls.
And seemingly, Tara had touched it. She was suspended in the corner of the room, eyes black and her hair to match. She was a good witch, but not powerful enough to withstand something like that. You weren’t even sure that you were.
How had they found it? Why was it here?
No wonder the world was ending. One chapter, no one sentence even, from that book spoken aloud by someone that didn’t know what to do with it and the whole fabric of this dimension, and many others, would tear and scatter until it was no more.
That book was supposed to be suspended in a hell dimension and, you later found out, Willow had received it as a Birthday gift from an unnamed admirer.
“Y/n, we need to do this, now!” Buffy shouted over the noise. It was a lot worse than you had expected. Time was speeding up, lives were in danger and the whole thing seemed to be resting on you. You wavered, the others couldn’t see it over all the chaos. But he could. Your Spike. Your protector. He was the only thing that could ground you.
“Piss off, would you! You saw what happened to them last time” Spike stepped up to the Slayer menacingly, his leather duster whipping around him in the artificial wind. He cared about you, deeply, none of your friends could deny it. He was worried about you, doing so many spells for them he thought they took it for granted that you could just bounce back and be fine. He told them as much whilst simultaneously throwing a few punches at this invisible being that was trying to fight the room.
You were stood there, seemingly daydreaming as you stood still as the mayhem raged around you, just staring at the book.
“Y/n, the stakes are high, are you, ah, able to do this?” Giles asked, pausing from chanting as he realised that you were now using your own power to hold off the fire.
“We don’t use that word in our house, stakes that is. What with the whole burning at the stake bit” Spike cut in, throwing a punch and overbalancing when it didn’t connect with anything. He managed to style it out, rolling and landing back onto his feet.
“And the dusty vampire thing” You agreed distractedly, pressing your lips against his as he got up from the floor beside you.
“Yes, yes, well? Are you able to do it?” Giles was growing impatient with the man that was always so close by your side. Both Giles and you knew what you had to do. It was something that no other could do. If you didn’t do this, Buffy would never be able to get the upper hand. You may all perish in an instant.
“I can stop time, isolating it so that Buffy can still move will, uh, take a lot… But, luckily for you I am blessed with a lot of power” You insisted, feeling their resolves falter slightly. Buffy had never faced anything like this before. The Hellmouth opening was nothing compared to complete obliteration of dimensions.
The way your power works, you would be pushing against time whilst also pulling Buffy into the present with you. Shifting more than yourself was known to be near-impossible when stopping time. You had done it once before but it had taken a lot out of you.
Spike stayed stood by your side in all of this, only fending off anything that came towards you now. You nodded at him gently, he was always in awe of you, but more so every day.
It was a lot of pressure and the responsibility was crushing. But you persevered, Spike nodding by your side, giving his unending support without even having to say a word. You took a breath, closed your eyes and raised your arms, chanting rapidly.
You did it. When you opened your eyes time had stopped, your love frozen by your side. 
Buffy nodded at you, able to move as you held the very threads of time together. It was already taking a toll on your body. It was like you were hanging over the edge of the universe, grip so tight that your knuckles whitened, grimace on your face as you tried to stop everything from tipping into nothingness.
You stopped time long enough for Buffy to decloak the invisible force, the Slayer was already weakened from the earlier fight but managed to kill the demon that had emerged from the book. It bled profusely, spraying the floor with an orange goo.
“Don’t- not on the book!” You screamed, if any demon blood got on that book literally anything could happen. But none of it good.
With one final flourish, Buffy managed to slay the demon and take its weapon, a long staff that had been invisible until now that was needed to return Tara back to them.
While you were watching her, you were hurting, aching all over, you couldn’t hold it any longer. While Buffy finished, you had a spinning wheel of dimensions in your mind and you dropped the book into nearest Hell dimension, hoping it could hold it.
You dropped to the floor as the book disappeared, the wind stopped and everything went silent. Tara was back to herself after a ceremonial wave of the staff, now propped up in a corner by Willow as everyone else skidded towards them. A battered Buffy included.
“You okay?” Spike asked it quietly, as you got to your feet, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from the group. You nodded once but he wasn’t convinced. He knew you inside out and he took your hand tenderly as he spoke.
“Yeah, I-” You started but the look he gave you told you that he knew. He could sense it. You weren’t doing okay.
“I, uh, I just need some air” You said, grappling with yourself to get out of the magic shop, your hand no longer clasping Spike’s. He was on your heels, throwing a glare behind him at your friends as he went.
The others called their thanks to you as you left, while Xander tended to Buffy’s battle wounds. Your friends all loved you but they didn’t understand certain things about you. You were known as being a little odd, you went missing for periods of time and you frequently shied away from praise or gratitude. But they were fond of you all the same.
You were overwhelmed. Drained and scared you hadn’t done the right thing. What if that book was summoned in another dimension and you could do nothing to stop it? What if you had killed thousands of others by only saving the dimension you lived in?What if it came back and a different chapter opened, one where you couldn’t fight it?
Once outside, the storm had started. The thunder cracked through the air as your heart hammered through your chest. Your chest writhed in pain, as if several hands were scratching at you from within, trying to claw their way out of you. You couldn’t take a full breath, your breathing quickly shallowed, as if something was wringing out your lungs.
It had been creeping up on you ever since you had started the spell, but it had just crashed on top of you like a ton of bricks. You slid down the wall you had been leaning against, clutching your heart and fighting for breath. You were panicking.
“You’re okay, love, ‘m right here with you” Spike knew immediately what it was, crouching down beside you the ghost of his touch hovering over your shoulder as it erratically rose and fell.
“I- I can’t-” You stammered, lightning violently cracking through the air as you spoke.
“You’re okay, love.” he soothed, taking big unneeded breaths of his own to give you something to focus on. You tried to speak but he shook your head, you needed to focus on your breathing, “Breathe, Y/n, that’s right.”
He continued to breathe with you, your fingers numbing and your chest feeling like it was caving in. You felt like you needed to reach inside and stop it somehow but you could summon no amount of power or magic to stop it. This made it worse, you couldn’t control it. You couldn’t stop it and the storm raged on, worse this time as the thunder came from within.
“You’re safe, I’ve got you. Not gonna let anythin’ nasty get you, just take your time” He knelt before you, so that he was all that you could see.
As you slowly managed to regulate your breathing, you stayed sat in the same position as before. Rain started to fall as your tears broke, rolling down your face as the rain pelted down from the sky. You reached for him and he held you, arms wrapping around you as raindrops rolled down his cheeks.
You both stayed, crouched on the floor with the rain hammering down and soaking you both as he pressed the most tender kisses. First against your forehead, then your temple and finally a gentle peck against your lips.
Eventually, Spike moved, only to remove his leather duster to drape it around your shoulders. You hadn’t brought a jacket despite his insistence back in your shared crypt. He didn’t feel the weather and even if he did he would have done the same. Just as he knew you would for him.  
“Sorry about…”
“Don’t you ever apologise. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, you got nothin’ to be sorry for. I meant it, I always mean it. I’m here for every part of you” The look in his eyes told you that he meant every word. There was no reason for you to ever feel embarrassed, especially not around him. You would never be a burden, nor an inconvenience.
“Thanks” you murmured, but the look he gave you told you that him being here for you was not something he needed to be thanked for, he loved you after all. He was by your side always.
“Let’s get you home, love, catch your death out here” he joked, a watery smile on your face as you pulled his jacket around you. He encouraged you to lean against him as you walked, his arm firmly around your shoulders, the weather clearing if only slightly as you went.
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creatorping · 4 months
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“What if the boys were moodulated”presented in 4 doodle pages!
credits to @flowery-laser-blasts for the og idea! check out her post
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This is my take on how the scenes would go if Drakken and Ron are controlled by emotions. Generally, I think that both of their skills shine more when they have confidence and let it loose (especially Ron).
For example, Ron’s charisma will increase along with skills like crafting and being the Jack of all trades. Drakken will be able to create his inventions a lot faster due to heighten emotions. His decision making is stronger but may execute them recklessly.
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In Love:
Ron has all the confidence that he rarely shows, and directs it at Kim, only her. Every move he makes to woo Kim chips away her barrier of resistance. Ron would continue to show the puppy love affection, including physical touch (hugs galore). Ron asks her to the parade festival, convincing her with flowers.
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Drakken goes full The way of the Househusband mode: cooking, cleaning, and showering Shego with gifts and affection every chance he gets. Heck, he’ll even make new gadgets just to benefit Shego in any way. Shego is weirded out by his behavior but inwardly crumbles at his affections. However, she gets concerned when Drakken gradually loses his ambitions to take over the world, which she didn’t want him to lose that. Well maybe a bit more love time wouldn’t hurt as Drakken begs her to go with him to the parade as a date. (He gave her the pout and dinner)
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At the Parade:
Shego of course agreed to the festival date for fun. After overhearing about the moodulator she wants to get it to break Drakken out of control and get back to evil ambitions OR perhaps control Drakken for herself and make things easier.
She decided to use the E.M.A on the moodulator (even tho she has no idea how it works but she’ll try it) after eavesdropping on Kim and the Inventor. But girlie doesn’t know shit about inventions so she accidentally charged the moodulator to extreme anger
Extremely angry Drakken… bites. ha r d.
yeah he wrecks havoc and she loves the power he shows but he lacks the direction he had in the first place. So Shego ultimately tries to shut him down from being a mindless zombie
Shego had to use her upmost ability to shut Drakken down and not destroy himself at the parade. So at the end, she puts a muzzle on him after dragging him out of the scene. Then perhaps an aggressive kiss sets Drakken on a sudden emotional overdrive that broke the chip, which set him free from the moodulator.
In my take of Kim trying to reject Ron is that she feels he’s been a bit off and not truly himself. Like she loves the affection but the sudden bursts of emotions during the whole time makes her suspicious. Therefore Kim tried rejecting Ron at the festival
but then right as Kim tried to tell Ron her suspicions, the moodulator changes and angry Ron misunderstands the rejection and yeah…
Kim found out about the moodulator… and internally was torn about whether or not Ron’s emphasized feelings were genuine.
Ron channels his anger on not being enough for Kim and explodes with monkey kung fu, wrecking havoc at the parade. (I noticed that Ron gets the powers when his emotions take over him)
And of course kim isn’t going to be a sitting duck so she gets back with her martial art skills. They had a battle similar to what Hiro and Kim had in the exchange ep. Lowkey Kim finds it attractive of him fighting like that.
The chip breaks after they come at a draw in the fight. Ron panicked after realizing what he did to Kim and frantically apologizes but Kim kept the conversation playful to cover up the awkward confrontations until SO THE DRAMA MOVIE
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indigo-o · 9 months
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The Pet clown
Pt 2
I think we know who it's abt lmao
Nikolai gogol x reader PLATONIC
And some fyodor
Reader is a teenager
Tw impatient stuff depression, fyodor drugging, sleep deprivation, those annoying blankets they give at mental hospital even tho it's like -1 degrees Celsius if you know you know, talk of death, yandere fyodor, Manipulation from fyodor, Nikolai gogol, I think that's it so yeah
Angst/fluff
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I wish you were here, this room is empty. White walls, heavy doors, thin white blankets, and chained blury windows.
This thin gown can't keep me warm. I know him. He just wants what's best for me. I guess that even means putting me in this room. This room to keep me safe.
Safe from me. No possibility of me hurting. I'm to sick leave this bed and to tired to talk. He says I'm helping him.
Im helping him cleanse the world of evil. So I guess if my pain will save the world I'll stay in this room.
Everybody else deserves to be happy and well so I'll hurt for them. If one death would save the world I'd die.
My body's purple now.
I hear a click at the heavy door. To my surprise it wasn't a anemic rat, it was his pet clown.
"QUIZZZZZ TIMEEEEEE! WHY AM I HERE INSTEAD OF DOS-KUN?! I THINK I HEARD YOU SAY CAUSE HES HAVING FUN! CORRECT!".
I looked at him. My eyes were heavy. But he did bring some color to the room. I smiled at him.
I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn't.
"Oh dove you still can't talk! I forgot! Dos-kun told me to take you outside to have some fun.".
He lied, either were not going to have fun or fyodor didn't tell him anything. Either way I was going to have to walk. I knew I couldn't but I was going to try anyway.
Fyodor knew If I could walk I'd escape from him. So he kept me physically, emotionally and mentally sick. I would have no choice to stay.
As soon as I got to my legs I collapsed, but Nikolai caught me.
"Silly me I forgot you can't walk guess I'll carry you.".
He picked me up as if I were a little kid.
"D-dont dr-rop.". I manged to get out.
"Oh dove I may be crazy but not only do we need you, Dos-kun would kill me, but I want to protect you from harm. Not like you can protect yourself in this state.".
I looked at him. Then laying on him. We proceeded to go through his cape.
We were in what seemed to be his house/apartment.
He went to put me down on his couch but he's so warm.
"Wait w-warm.".
He looked down at me.
"I guess we can go out later.". He picked me back up and took me to his bed. Laying me down cuddled with blankets, pillows and now a pet clown. I shut my eyes and finally went to sleep.
I woke up to Nikolai looking down at me.
"Am I a good pillow?". I realized how I was very much on him.
I nodded my head.
"You want to go outside for a bit dove?". He was using a soft tone.
He wasn't ever like this
Maybe because I'm a teenager but I don't know.
He got up "You slept threw the whole night, but the good thing is we have a whole day today and tomorrow, you know why?".
He leaned in close "I lied Dos-kun is away and he doesn't believe in your freedom so I'm here to show him that you're a good kid who won't run away. You see Dos-kun takes away your warmth so you can't sleep making you so tired that's why you slept for so long he wants you to be weak, weak without freedom. I'm here to give you freedom. To fly like a dove.".
He went to his closet and pulled out some clothes.
"Here's so clothes to wear so we're not caught. That sounds weird. I my dear am a very wanted person so I must look different and you can't really walk let alone the sun should hurt you eyes so if I were to be caught you wouldn't leave be caught up in it.".
What ever he said I guess.
I changed and so did he and he look pretty different
He picked me up and took me to wheel chair that he some how got, but I shouldn't question it.
He placed me in the chair and we Leigt looked like sibling going out for fun.
"F-flowers please.". I looked to him.
"You want flowers we will get flowers.".
We went to florist.
"Hi! What flowers are yall looking for!". She sounded very happy.
"What do you want dear?". Nikolai asked
While I could barely see I knew exactly what I want.
"R-rose and Lillys.".
"Of course dear I'll get right to that!".
The rest of day was amazing
I got flowers, yummy pastries and other stuff.
Who knew a deranged clown could be so kind. But at last we came back to his apartment/house.
He made dinner for us and helped me get to the bed. He tucked me in.
"Good night dove.".
I woke up
Back in the room
The room with white walls, a heavy door, thin blanket and blury chains windows. But now there wad a desk but with roses and lily's on top of it.
I heard the door click. An anemic rat with his pet clown walked in.
"You've proven yourself for now, you may keep your roses and lily's. Nikolai may visit you now and then. One thing. You may not regain full energy but.".
He stopped his words and Nikolais smile grew.
"YOU CAN HAVE A NICER BLANKET AND I CAN READ BED TIME STORYS TO YOU ONCE A WEEK!".
He ran over to with a puppy dog smile.
"Don't make regret this.". The anemic rat walked away throwing the key at the pet clown.
That was alot longer than I expected but I hope yall liked it!♡♡
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kweenkatsuki-fics · 5 months
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Scarcity
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demon!Sukuna x virgin fem!reader
REUPLOADED FROM OLD BLOG This is for the Bump in the Night Collab. Please check out the other fics!!
Warnings: DARK CONTENT!!! Somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, drugging, double penetration, Gore/violence, edging, trueform Sukuna, monsterfucking squirting, belly bulge, drugging, Corruption, virginity loss,(all the mouth hands ya feel), Biblical references and scripture, dark fairytale-esque language
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WC:6.2k
A/n: REUPLOADED FROM OLD BLOG Ok hello, so here's the thing, this is veryyyyy different from my normal writing but I wanted to try something different this year. This fic contains DARK CONTENT. There is also a heavyyyyyy amount of Christian lore and beliefs in this one. Mostly about angels and demons and sin and blah blah blah. So yeah please heed the warnings on this one. I'm so very very happy I was finally able to finish this up because as yall saw I have been STRUGGGGLLLLIIINNNNGGGG with writing recently. So yeah I hope yall enjoy this. Happy Halloween!
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F A M I N E
“Behold, days are coming,” declares the Lord God,
“When I will send a famine on the land,
Amos 8:11
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Starvation has a peculiar way of drawing out wickedness in the purest of souls. It squeezes every ounce of sincerity until there’s nothing left but a shell of iniquity. Your step mother falls victim to this as it has festered in her for weeks. She has whispered in your papa’s ear, evil little things she hides behind the mask of “doting wife”.
You are carefree, lovely, virtuous, and caring, reminding your papa of your late mother and all her beauty. You take good care of your papa, cooking and cleaning. He has always spoken to you with love and adoration, a sense of pride for the daughter he has raised. A good woman who knows her scripture, who doesn't live in sin. 
“My little flower, you are a warrior. Your strength is found in your faith. Do not become corrupt, treat all with kindness and follow the Lord. Only then shall you fulfill your purpose. My sweet sweet little flower.” His words stay ingrained in your mind. You’ve never wanted anything more than to make your Papa proud. 
It is no secret you are his favorite and it is no secret your stepmother despises it. She sneers at you from the shadows and curses your name, plotting to get rid of you so she may have your papa to herself.
Your sweet oblivious papa hangs on every word of his lover, despite his undying love for you. And so, she takes it upon herself to rid them of your extra mouth to feed.
The eve of your 20th birthday, she decides she must be rid of you. The shrew works your papa’s resolve, bending him to her will and he is putty in her hands. She convinces him to sell you to a family more suited to keeping you happy and well fed.
She forces you out of bed in the dark of the night however, threatening you not to make a peep lest she bring about a pain that is far worse than your empty rumbling tummy. She guides you into the forest and tells you to walk until you can’t anymore. The ax in her iron grip held high in malice. 
“And if you should return, I shall make sure your papa knows you are a demon masquerading as his lost child. And he shall slay you in anguished rage,” she spits through her teeth. 
Her usual lovely face twisted with ugliness and it’s as if she herself has been possessed by a demon. You walk into the forest and don’t look back. It is the last time you see your house and the last time you see your family. You venture deep into the woods with no future in sight, with only yourself to depend on.
The leaves in the canopy rustle and sound as if whispering of your impending doom. You have wandered for hours now into the dangerous wood. A crow caws and lands on a branch next to you, a gray decomposed lump hanging from its beak. The crows’ daunting black wings echo through the dark forest before you are left in a bone-chilling silence. The wind stops and all is quiet, save for the trembling breath of one lost soul.
Despair is all that remains. Despair and hunger. Hunger that has yet to turn to the bleeding madness of starvation. How long can the body last without sustenance? Twenty-one passes of the moon across the sky? Twenty-five when your body turns in on itself and dissolves your sinewy skin into nothing. 
“What shall I do?” you whisper to yourself, a cloud of chill escaping your shivering lips. 
Come to me.
A voice you believe to be the moon overhead beckons to you and guides you deeper into the forest with its light. A whisper, faint yet commanding, pulls your eyes into the dark abyss. It assures you of its safety and that the animosity is all in your head.
Come find me.
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G L U T T O N Y
 "When thou sittest to eat with a ruler, consider diligently what is before thee.
- Proverbs 23:2 
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The forest is less daunting in the morning. It is almost tranquil and protective save for the black crows that shadow your clumsy movements through the trees. The sun peeks through the canopy, illuminating the lush greenery of the forest floor. It is soothing and warmth runs through you. 
You walked all night long, wandering deeper and deeper, scared and shivering. Your stomach growled loudly, drawing every creature in the forest to your presence. 
The forest teems with life, some not as friendly and docile as the animals who visited your home on the outskirts of the forest. But the forest is the least of your concerns. Food was scarce even when you lived with your papa, small portions cut even smaller to preserve stock.The sun shining through the blanket of trees may be more welcoming, but it illuminates the true enemy.
“Perhaps I will find a village, or a stream to drink from,” you speak aloud to drown out your rumbling stomach.
It gurgles and you grasp it, desperately trying to quiet it as your forehead wrinkles in frustration. You’re unaware of any villages in this direction of the forest. In fact, you’ve heard of many young women going missing in this forest, never to be heard or seen from again. 
Walking is miserable, the forest provides no nice scenery, every tree looks the same and at one point, you’re sure that you’ve passed the same tree three times. You pass the time by dreaming of sweet honeyed bread, glistening in the sunbeams streaming between the trees. Juicy decadent fruits that would drench and drip down your chin when you bite into it, and tart warming wine, you’ve only been allowed a taste on holidays. 
In your daydreams, you’re treated like a queen, food is brought to you on silver platters and you gorge on sweets. Your papa smiles and tells you he’s proud of you. 
Many times a man dressed in fancy clothes like the princes you used to read about in your books comes to pledge his love for you. His hair was pink like the sweets in the bakery, his eyes brown as the wood of the trees, and a warm smile beckons you in close. You giggle and bat your lashes as he holds your hand and kisses your knuckles gently.
It is a welcome distraction from the pull of the unknown. Something teems in your belly, something other than hunger. A taut string tugs on your heart and guides you through the winding trees. You do not know where it leads you, you just know you must go. You walk and walk until the sun slinks away to the west for a job well done. 
Seven days you wander alone in the forest on a stomach that has been empty for nine.
Through the thicket and pointed brush, lies a cottage in a clearing, sitting and blocking the bleeding retreating sun. Vines climb the exterior, small white flowers bloom from the green ropes and hang like delicate little bells above the entrance. You push past the harsh branches as they dig into the fabric of your dirty shift and tear open your skin. 
The cabin looks as if it’s a gift from the Lord. He’s sent you safety and perhaps a savior in the form of a young man, with peculiar colored hair. He seems removed from this world, like he doesn’t belong here, but his smile is warm and when he approaches you his arms are outstretched in welcome.
He catches sight of you as you stumble into the clearing, and as you hobble toward him, you sink on weak knees and beg him for help. 
“Please…I have been walking for days, with no food… p..please…help…” you beg as you crawl to him. 
Your body is weak, your eyelids are heavy, your limbs are shaking and before you know it, you slip into unconsciousness. 
When you wake, you're met with an amiable smile from a handsome young gentleman you believe you’ve seen before. 
“I am glad to see you wake from your deep slumber,” the man replies warmly. You blink at him, sunspots dancing in your vision. 
The man before you is straight from your dreams, surely you must still be sleeping. The man who fed you sweets and honeyed breads in your daydreams now sits before as your savior. Perhaps as an omen of good faith. 
Inside the cottage, it smells like baking bread and burning wood. It’s warm, homey, with a hint of sawdust in the air. A fire crackles in the hearth and a pot of something boiling makes your cold limbs shiver. 
“Can you speak?” The man asks warily. His voice is gentle and soothing. He seems trustworthy. Perhaps an even clearer sign of the savior God sent you. 
“Y..Yes...Where am I?” You ask peering around the room. 
“This is my home,” he replies, a sense of pride swelling in his words. 
“And who are you?” You ask with a hopeful lilt. You wish to know the name of your savior so you shall never forget him. 
“Yuuji Itadori,” he bows politely to you as you pull yourself up on the cot. “Now might I know your name?”   
You glance down, suddenly embarrassed about what happened last night. You were pathetic, like a babe toddling through the woods and crawling to him. 
Yuuji is looking at you expectantly, patiently, almost kindly. There is no judgment in his eyes, no disgust, nothing but kindness. When you look back at him, he is smiling softly. 
There is nothing wrong or shameful. He is everything good. You nod at him, offer a tentative smile and speak your name. 
“Do you feel well enough to eat? ” Yuuji asks. 
You nod, feeling much better than you have in days after the long rest. The smell of cooking meat makes your mouth water. Yuuji stands then and brings you a gown of fresh white cotton.  The shift you currently wear is covered in mud, dried thorns and dead leaves twist into your hair.
"You can wash up for dinner in the garden out back. I've heated some water for you. I'll set the table and see that your rumbling belly is nice and full when you return." 
The hot water on your skin is heavenly. It washes away all of the muck and grime of the forest. The twigs and dead leaves in from your hair float on the surface of the leftover water in the washtub. You wonder why you’ve not heard of Yuuji, why you’ve never heard of a man living out in the forest alone. 
You shake your head, it is blasphemous to pick apart a blessing. When you return into the cottage, you find Yuuji delicately placing platters of food onto a long wooden table. 
“Where did you get such a bounty?” you ask, remembering the way the famine swept through the countryside.
“I suppose I have been blessed by the Lord. The scourge never touched my crops. It is because of him that I’m able to share this meal with you,” Yuuji explains. He beams proudly. 
He closes his eyes and mutters a thank you to the Lord above. The getsure soothes you instantly and you smile and send praise to the Lord as well. 
You nod with understanding, tiptoeing softly toward the table to take a seat. “My papa says I am a Warrior of God. That my faith shall not falter as long as I draw breath,” you say with pride and a raised chin. 
Yuuji raises an eyebrow but smiles with charm and delight. “Well my  papa told me to take a wife whose faith burned as bright as the Sun.” 
He does not see the heat fill your cheeks, but he takes your quick turn from his view as a sign of unease and very quickly seeks to comfort you. 
“Oh but do not worry. I will not force myself upon you. I only wish to see you fed and in good health before you head out for the village not far from here. I can be your escort,” he explains.
You smile again at him, batting your lashes, “That is very kind of you.” 
“‘So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for–
“–this sums up the Law and the Prophets, ”you finish the scripture with a radiant smile and Yuuji seems more than impressed. 
“There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who knows the word of God,” he says, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckle. 
Your heart flutters in your chest and for the first time since being forced from your home, you feel as if the sun will stay out upon your glorious communion. 
Yuuji gestures to the large spread of food on the table as he sits a plump roast in the center. 
“Please, sit, eat, partake in the food at my table. And then you must rest, regain your strength. Tomorrow is the Sabbath and we rest on that day. I shall escort you to the village on the morn after.” 
The spread of food before you is nothing like your delirious daydreams. The food is better. The meat is decadent, the fruit is tart and luscious. You grab a spectacularly ruby red apple. The skin is shiny, glistening like sunshine dancing on the surface of clear water. 
You bring the apple to your lips, it looks too perfect, too delicious to be eaten. You feel as if it’s wrong to eat it. There’s a warning sign going off inside your brain and you slowly put the apple back down on the table. 
Yuuji clears his throat. “You don’t enjoy the taste?” he asks with a curious smirk. You smile politely back to him. 
“No it isn’t that. Everything tastes like it’s out of a dream. It just… looks too perfect to eat,” you reply sheepishly. 
Yuuji chuckles, stands and walks over to your end of the table. Gently, he folds a finger under your chin and smiles down at you. 
 “Food is meant to be eaten,” he replies. He picks up the apple and places it into your outstretched palm. It feels heavy and forbidden but you raise it to your lips as Yuuji watches you with bated breath.    
You bite into it and juice spills down your chin. It is more than delicious, it is decadent. You think you can taste heaven in this one bite and soon you lose all control over your body and stuff bite after bite of the food before you into your mouth.  
You feast the entire night, until you can no longer hold another crumb inside your belly. Sleep follows quickly behind your satiated hunger. Your eyelids once again feel heavy, you’re drowsy, woozy as the room starts to spin. You’re not sure you can make it to the cot, so you rest your head on your arms in front of you on the table. 
The last thing you think before slipping into a deep sleep is that the food on the side of the table where Yuuji sat, was untouched. 
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L U S T
But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.
-James 1:14-15
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Starvation has a peculiar way of drawing out desperation. And Sukuna is desperate. He’s been sitting in this weak, pathetic, human state for seven hundred years. He’s been cast out by the foolish townspeople and labeled a heretic for his crimes. 
Seven hundred years Sukuna has been on the prowl for someone to delight in. They all ran, cried, and feared him. Called him a monster, a witch that stole beautiful women and dragged them away to steal their souls and consume their bones.
Perhaps some of it lay true, the feast of women he’d partook in may have been right to call him such. But those women weren’t right for him and it’d be a shame to let them go to waste. 
Those fools were mistaken. Sukuna would never be compared to something so lowly. He is divine. A divine creature and he deserves the finest things the world has to offer. 
Seven hundred years, Sukuna has searched for someone worthy of being devoured by him.
And then he found you.
Famine brought you to him. A scarcity driving you away from the comforts of your home, a stepmother easily influenced by the wicked whispers he spilled into her ear. Under the guise of a friendly stranger in the woods, a fool named Yuuji, he led you into his domain. 
Sukuna can hardly believe his eyes. Flesh so lovely, supple and soft. Ripe for the taking sitting in his cottage. Long has he watched you from the shadows of the trees, eager to take you and make you his. Never blind to your beauty and grace. 
Many nights he craved you but it was not until he saw you, mature and blooming beautifully that his cock stirred and longed for you. And why shouldn’t he? Does he not deserve an ounce of pleasure?
You were perfect, untouched, untainted, untarnished. Pure. 
You sleep in a bed of soft feather blankets, long lashes brushing the soft apples of your cheeks. The gown you wear clings to you, clings to every curve of your hips and breast, spreads across your pert nipples. You look good enough to eat, to sink his teeth into, to mark you and make you his.  
Sukuna won’t take you just yet, keen on seeing your eyes when you gaze upon him in his glory, in his true form. For now, he will settle gazing at your sleeping form, cock twitching and leaking as it slaps against his thigh. 
In the pale moonlight your skin is smooth and he can’t help but run a hand over your fevered skin. It’s soft, pliable under his rough hands. He’s careful not to break the skin with his claws but he settles for just a little taste of you. 
He climbs over you in bed, pulls the fabric up to pool around your hips where your hair covered pussy sits like the holy grail in front of his very eyes. To take a sweet sip of your delicate flower, he rests his tongue against your bud nestled in the bush of coily hair. 
Soft sighs, desperate mewls, sensual moans, like music to his ears. Your soft sweet voice is more delicate than an angel’s wings. How lucky he is to have stumbled across something so precious. How much he’s longed to touch the heated skin of a woman worthy of his cock and talent. 
And how lucky you’d be to have him, a man, no a god, feasting on your angelic little cunt. You’d forever be known as the one who provided nourishment for a god.
Sukuna will have you. He shall have you begging for him, he will taste the sweet nectar of your cunt, push inside your untouched heat and ravage you. 
And only then, will you be blessed with the pleasure he seeks to give you. 
Sukuna closes his eyes, savors the moment, relishing the sweetness of your breath, the sounds of your pleasurable cries, your whimpers and moans. His fingers are itching to trace his way through the folds of your body, to find that sweet spot that drives you mad with desire. 
Your skin is warm beneath his fingers, burning hot and he wonders if he should pull off your clothes or simply stroke himself all night long.
His tongue darts out to lick his own lips, eyes still closed as he indulges himself in the memory of your soft curves, the feel of your silken skin, slick with sweat. He shudders, his cock hardening further.
It would be such a simple matter, slipping a finger inside you. But then again. That would just ruin the experience. Not only because he doesn’t want to get caught but also because he enjoys torturing his prey.
A smile tugs at his lips. The time will come and you will wake and then you will be his.
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J U D G M E N T
No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.
1 Corinthians 9:27
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Your eyes flutter open and you peer up at the ceiling. You don’t remember falling asleep or carrying yourself back to the cot. You pull yourself up and search around the now dark candle lit room. The quiet is sinister, the forest is exceptionally quiet outside the windows.  
You gulp, swallowing your fear and unease. Where did Yuuji go? Did he abandon you? 
“Yuuji?” you call out into the darkness and there is movement in the shadows. You can only make out the shape of a man across the room from you. Broad shoulders and a towering frame as he steps closer to you.   
He is still enveloped in shadow and you tilt your head and squint into the darkness for a better view. 
Again you attempt to call out to him, “Yuuji? Is that you?”  
“Afraid not, pet.” 
A voice speaks and it chills your bones. 
“Who are you?” you whimper into the darkness.
It is not Yuuji’s voice and that is confirmed when the imposter steps into the light. 
 He is no longer Yuuji, though he looks very similar. He is something you’ve never witnessed. He is a monster. 
“Search within yourself, you know my name,” the creature purrs despicably. 
You do not know how you know, but it only takes seconds for you to search within your mind for a name. It is a wicked name, a cursed name. The name of a demon. 
“Sukuna.” 
Before your eyes Sukuna changes into a beast you’ve never dreamed of. His limbs sound as if they’re breaking, a sickening cracking coming from his body as he transforms. A beast with many arms that towers so tall above you, your neck aches as it cranes to look up at him. His smile is wicked, drool pours from his lips as his tongue unfurls from behind his teeth. 
Sukuna crouches down, his mouth opens and he speaks in a deep gravelly tone that sends chills down your spine. “Come to me.”
There is no denying it any longer, even if you wanted to. This is a demon standing before you. You’re about to be eaten alive. You swallow thickly, trying your hardest to keep your legs under you as you shuffle towards the edge of the bed, his words echoing in your mind as you do.
Come to me.
Sukuna’s large hand cups your cheek, gentle and warm. “I can smell your fear. Did I scare you, my little angel?”
He smiles wider. His eyes turn a darker shade, the whites showing. A hungry gleam takes root in his dark depths. Your stomach churns and you force yourself to meet his eyes.
They’re almost black in color. Blacker than you thought possible. In your scurrying fear, you turn away, unable to stomach the terror you face but Sukuna roughly grabs your cheeks and squeezes them as he turns your eyes back to face his.
 “Don’t look away, pet. I wish to drink in your fear,” Sukuna croons, leaning closer.
He presses a wet kiss to your jaw line, trailing kisses all the way down to your chin. He trails light kisses along your collarbone until his face is hovering just over your chest.
 “Did I frighten you? Do you not want me anymore? Now that I am not the fool Yuuji?”
The demon lowers his head, breathing heavily onto your chest. He runs his nose along your sternum, licking along your skin with his razor sharp incisors. You gasp, trying to move back, but you’re pinned under him and he laughs, his breath hot against your breasts. 
“Don’t move or I might prefer to eat you instead.”
You bite down on your bottom lip hard, tears pricking your eyes. Sukuna licks along your ribcage, tasting you. You try not to shudder at his attention but your heart pounds hard in your chest.
You shut your eyes tight, trying your best to control your breathing. He leans forward and licks between your breasts.
You jerk your head from side to side, desperately trying to get away from him, to escape his hold. To do something. But he holds you tight and pours seduction and coercion into your thoughts. He makes you want him, makes your body do things it has never done in the presence of a man. Already you feel your thighs sticky and hot and a salacious sound is trapped in your throat. 
Sukuna is an evil you've not witnessed before. He is a presence that upsets the natural balance. He tips the scale toward darkness and malice. As his tongue travels down between your breasts and spirals over your belly button you feel another sensation on the back of your neck. 
It is a mouth, a tongue and nibbling teeth that seems to come from the palm of Sukuna’s hand now wrapped menacingly around the back of your neck. His grip is tight and dangerous, yet you cannot help the sinful sounds of pleasure that tumbles from your lips. 
Lust. This is a sin. 
Your papa had instilled the seven sins into your mind. He worried for your soul and obsessed with trying to keep you pure. 
Your papa would be furious if he saw you now. Legs peeling open slowly to welcome another hand with perverted thoughts and a slimy wet muscle intent on feasting on your unpicked flower. 
Sukuna intends to deflower you before he consumes you and your shameful last thoughts as you stare Death in the eye, is just that you wish to feel pleasure. 
You’ll allow yourself this pleasure. Let your body betray you to such a monster. You tilt your chin up as Sukuna continues to feast on your flesh. Your lips part in ecstasy, gasps leaving your mouth, breathless and raw. His hands tighten on your shoulders, holding you firm in place.
With a flick of his wrist, Sukuna grabs your arm and flips your body so you lay flat on the bed. You watch helplessly as he begins to unbutton his shirt, watches as he drops each single button. The air grows warmer and you can hear the beating of your heart, louder than your panicked breathing as Sukuna leans forward to press his forehead against yours.
“Say my name. Worship me,” his voice rasps low against you. 
“Say my name and I promise I’ll make you scream and cry until you have nothing left.”
A cry of his name gives him power; it's something you must not give to him. But his fingers begin to trail down your thighs, tickling your sensitive flesh. Your whole body feels like it’s burning. Your little bud pulses with hot burning desire and you’re aware that you aren’t strong enough to continue fighting his demands.
“S…Sukuna…” You plead, unable to stop yourself. 
Sukuna hums against your lips. The tip of his tongue glides along them, the feeling makes your entire body twitch and quake. 
Slowly, he gives you more, kissing and sucking and biting over your smooth flesh. He nips at your breast, sucks them like a newborn babe, and bites down hard where he leaves marks in your flesh. 
You feel yourself climbing a difficult mountain. Your body is convulsing, your breathing racing, every single one of your muscles tensing up as a sensation rips through your entire body. You try to bite back the wails of his name, but they burst from you like a bird from its shell. 
“Sukuna! Sukuna!”
As if a blanket of abruptness had been cast over this moment, Sukuna stops all descent of your Rush down the mountain. You pause, right on the cusp of your release and the feeling makes you cry out in agony. 
Tears pour down your cheeks as you catch your breath. Sukuna laughs like he’s watching a fool at court. 
“That was a close one. I can’t have you squirting before I even have a chance to fill you,” he smirks and you feel a spindly thrill up your spine. It sickens you to know what he means yet your thoughts are vulgar and tainted. Already you grow more damp between your thighs at the implication. 
He’s going to fuck you. 
Sukuna leans down and your knees tremble under the weight of his large body. You watch him undress, watch the torn remnant of the fabric around his waist fall to the floor. His heavy manhood sits between his thighs and the identity of this monstrosity is confirmed when you see not one but two twitching muscles, large and leaking. 
You shouldn’t lick your lips, but you do and he notices it with a wily smile. 
“The little angel wants to be corrupted? Come to me then and I will show you a pleasure you’ve never known.” 
“Y…yes…” you pant in a small voice as you gaze up at him. 
You tremble with the ghosts of the release you were denied moments ago.  Slowly, he lines the head of his cock to your entrance, and like a saint at the gates of heaven he enters you. You part around him like the sea, groaning and whimpering as your eyes roll to the back of your head. 
He doesn’t give you any time to take a breath before you feel another wet heavy slap near your bottom. You grit your teeth as he enters you a second time, but the pain immediately bleeds into a pleasure you’ve never known. 
Full. That’s the word for this sensation. You’re stuffed, gorged on depravity as both of Sukuna’s thick pulsing cocks invade your hair swept flower and puckered hole. You feel him bulge into your stomach, feel him touch a ring deep within your womb that tingles in both pain and pleasure. Your legs go numb, your jaw drops, and drool trickles from the corner of your lips. 
Sukuna holds you up, one pair of monstrous hands holding your waist as he lifts you. The other pair of hands wrap around your throat and your mouth. You gasp when the lips on his palm open and he sloppily shoves his tongue into your mouth. Sukuna grinds his hips forward, pushing into you, stretching you, tainting you. And with no regards for your pleasure or well being, he pistons into you. 
He uses you for his own pleasure, thrusting with loud brayish groans. He hisses foul things as he defiles you. Whispers of “tight” and “hot” and “wet” strung together with the most vulgar words he could refer to your womanhood as. 
You barely recognize noises coming from your own lips. Sukuna breaks you down to your barest form. He uses you for what you're intended for, his pleasure and nourishment. 
And as much as you try to fight the feeling, to cling onto any semblance of control you have left, you fail. You give in and succumb to the dark desires running rampant within you.
A small whimper escapes your lips as he withdraws, and then he pushes in a second time. Then again and again. You arch your back in response to each new thrust. You feel lightheaded, dizzying, drunk on lust and Sukuna. A deep sense of desperation wells inside of you as growls and grunts from Sukuna reach a peak. 
He digs his fingers into your flesh and holds himself inside you as something hot and foreign pours into you. There’s a darkness enveloping your soul, it leaks into you with every thrust from this terrifying demon. You’ve lost your way, you’ve lost your virtue. What would your Papa say? 
You are a warrior of God.  
Yes, you are a warrior, which means you can fight this. As Sukuna pulls from you, spent, he tosses you back to the bed with a loud oof. The demon bends down to stroke himself, you see the tongue on his palm licking up the shaft and you swallow bile. 
No, You’re stronger than the heated haze of lust surrounding you. The Lord would not abandon you. The Lord would not lead you here to your doom. He showed you this man in your dreams. There is a reason you are here. 
Your strength is found in your faith. 
Your arms reach out, clutching the sheets beneath you. It takes great effort to lift yourself and force your legs to stand. Sukuna’s essence dribbles down your legs and he watches you in disbelief, amazed you’re still able to stand. 
“Have I not broken you enough little flower? Your petals are not yet wilted? I suppose I can give you more. I am not yet spent,” he replies, voice full of pre diagnosed confidence. 
He thinks he’s won. 
But he is wrong. 
Something awakens inside of you, an ancient power you’ve never known, though it bustles inside your stomach with a certain familiarity.  Hot white heat rumbles in your core, all over your body feels as if it is burning and again something feels as if it’ll burst from you. 
Sukuna watches you in shock, yelling in a sickeningly devious voice that sounds as if it is an incantation. It no longer works on you. 
You hunch over, the blinding pain of the white light enveloping you. You cry out, say a silent prayer of forgiveness because this is where you die. 
The cottage is bathed in a blinding white light and you only hear Sukuna screech in pain. 
Something miraculous has happened inside you, you’re healed, standing tall and strengthened in front of the monster. You hear the whipping winds of fire and large gusts of air beating rhythmically around the cottage. Your feet are no longer on the floor. You float on wings that spread so wide it bursts through the cottage windows. 
“All who sin apart from the law will also perish apart from the law, and all who sin under the law will be judged by the law,” you say to the demon below you. 
When you speak your voice rattles the entire cottage, glass bottles fall from the shelves and shatter near your feet. Your voice though overpowering in its glory is serene. The earth outside cracks and crumbles, rumbling violently like it’s a creature shaking a bug from its back. 
Your eyes glow a piercing white light, and it fills the entirety of the room. You’re not able to see much, only the shock that registers on Sukuna’s face when he realizes his own demise is seconds away. 
“You should not have this power! I took it! Your flaming sword should be cold and dull. You are not the archangel, you are weak!”
You stand above him as he cowers, dig your fingers into his hair and pull as you watch him submit to all of your power and grace. You speak The Word, sacred and true and you know it shall be the last thing Sukuna hears.
 "My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." 
He’s surprisingly easy to tear apart. Sinewy flesh rips clean from bone when you dig your fingers into his hair and tug it away from his body. He doesn’t scream in pain nor does he cry in agony. His face hangs frozen in a cold dead stare as life drains from it. When the final squelch of meat tears from the ragged viscera of his decapitated body, a shower of red falls upon you and soaks into the fabric of your shift. 
You bask in the bloodshed, take heed of the Evil being purged from this place and crane your neck up to the heavens. 
“My Lord. It is finished.” 
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E M A N C I P A T I O N
But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the fruit you get leads to sanctification and its end, eternal life.
-Romans 6:22
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Starvation has a peculiar way of drawing out wickedness in the purest of souls. It squeezes every ounce of sincerity until there’s nothing left but a shell of iniquity. Your step mother falls victim to this and you will rid your papa of her evil. 
Slowly slinking through the trees, your hands are doused in red. Syrupy sticky blood clings to your palms and around the hilt of the ax you carry. Viscera dangles from the now blunt blade and splatters of atrocious crimson paint your cheeks. 
The crisp white dress Sukuna graciously bestowed upon you is plastered with deep red and mahogany, like wine spilled over the pale lips of the dead. 
You are the good that snuffs out the evil. 
The righteousness of Heaven. 
A warrior of God. 
The shrew stands before you, horror painted across her face like paint on a destroyed canvas. Your eyes shine bright, your flaming sword materializing in your grip. The devil shall quake in fear tonight.
“I rid the world of evil last night. A beast walking amongst Men and now I have come to destroy the devil.”  
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🧎‍♀️more edira????? in evil old lesbian office worker we trust 🙏
how about a honeymoon-esque vacation scenario??? I am dying to see more of casual edira, the way she was in that last drabble ahgdgshababnabab
ur writing is just so good 💝
A/N: This is so kind! I was really surprised that Edira kept showing up in my inbox but I can't complain! I didn't want to jump to honeymoon just yet so here's a little vacation/beach episode :D
CW: blackmail/forced relationship, power imbalance, edira grabbing reader’s butt, overall possessive red flags --WC:2300
Synopsis: vacay with your powertrip of a girlfriend Edira! But her workaholic tendencies are hard to escape. 
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Taking “official” photos was always a humbling experience. You looked down at your passport ID for the hundredth time, grimacing at how dead you looked in the grainy picture. 
“It’s not that bad. And see, the light hit your eyes perfectly,” Edira promised, but it didn’t fix the frown on your face as you focused on each blemish and pore that was exacerbated tenfold in the tiny image that represented who you were across country lines. 
“Easy for you to say, you look the same as you did in your headshots on the branch website..” 
You looked at her from the bed, watching the back of her sandy grey-blonde head shake with a sigh. The business woman rapidly typed away on her glowing laptop, seemingly irritated by the crashing waves outside the open sliding doors. 
“Well, if you really want we can get it taken again, when I put my last name on there too.” 
At that, you were quiet. Moving in together, and now vacations across boarders…. Her reference to marriage shouldn’t have been shocking, but it put all other thoughts in your brain to a stop. You didn’t really want to marry her, did you? Your blackmailing boss who was more like a war general than a tender lover, one who daydreamed about bending you over her desk more than what flowers she’d want at the ceremony venue. The possibility of staring into her bleak expression at an empty, cold courthouse and being forced to elope was something that made your frown droop even further. 
The sad excuse of a wedding depressed you more than the thought of marrying Edira at all. 
But you shook that despairing vision out of your head-- you were here to relax, to get away from the stress of your office environment (your coworkers)  and neverending projects with cutthroat deadlines (running reports and files to Edira as soon as she requests them.)
“Well, I still don’t know how I convinced you to let us do this. I mean, I didn’t think you ever took vacations. When’s the last time you went on a trip that wasn’t for work?”
Edira stopped her clacking, french tips scraping along one of the computer’s keys. 
“This is my first. I never had any reason to use my PTO days, until now.”
Wow, you really WERE dating a workaholic. What kind of insane person doesn’t use their personal days the second they get the chance? If you had been more than a temp, you would’ve taken all of yours the second Edira tried to indoctrinate you into her little play “date” plan.
“Well then why are you doing work!? This is one of the few times you can get away with not being available every other second of the day. You’ve been on your computer since we got on the plane-- isn’t it time we actually, you know, vacationed?”
Edira returned to her email writing. “They might need me, I’m the only one who has access to the other branches’ inf--”
“C’monn, I think they’ll be fine without you for an hour or two. Otherwise, what was the point of coming here..” You hopped to the screen doors, opening the curtains to see the glimmering ocean right outside your suite.The sand rippled with the blowing wind, completely void of footsteps or life.  “I mean we LITERALLY have the ocean right here and you’d rather stare at your laptop.” 
Edira hummed, not convinced. 
Yikes; If you wanted to explore the island you were supposed to be vacationing on, you’d need to pull out the big guns. 
“You’d rather focus on your work than… spend time with me?” Your voice cracked, looking at the ships far away from your corner of the coast. It was physically sickening to sweeten yourself up in order to get Edira’s favor. But how else could you actually use this once-in-a-lifetime chance to swim in the Indian Ocean, to experience something, anything, outside of your boring desk job and droning urban life. 
At your buttered up question, Edira paused. You could see her looking at you from the corner of her eye, unreadable. 
She shut her laptop. Pushing away from the desk she sighed, running a sharp hand through her hair, tight jaw clenching and unclenching. 
“Put your bathing suit on.” Was all she said, unzipping the back of her form-fitting dress. 
You didn’t say anything, no claps of excitement or relentless thank you’s-- lest she change her mind to ruin your fun. You hurried to change your shorts and souvenir shirt (A present from the airport gift shop; Edira saw you eyeing it) as the businesswoman walked to the master bathroom. 
You prayed to be faster than her, hoping she wouldn’t catch you in a position that sparked her lust.
You were running around looking for sunscreen and towels when she came out, hands on her hips and dark sunglasses propped on her head. Even in her backless one piece, she looked like an executive on a business trip,  hard glare in her eyes and a muted black covering the front of her body. From the back however, a different person was hidden. The cheeky bottoms exposed nearly the full of her, well, bottom, as ruffled locks of hair fell like messy feathers down her shoulders, exposed to the salty wind. She was the sexy women in swimsuit magazines, meant to be a fantasy of maturity and dominance way out of your league. But here she was, looking you up and down as you hopped on one foot to try and grab a towel on the other side of the bed. 
“You know, i’m not really a big fan of the beach. I don’t know why I picked this place… should’ve chosen the mountains or something. Someplace we wouldn’t be bothered.”
Someplace she could have you all to herself, she meant. Somewhere you wouldn’t be distracted by things to do and  would come looking to her for warmth by the fire. 
“Maybe next vacation!” You hoped, praying that it turned the cogs in her machine brain to take you somewhere else, anywhere else, soon. “Meanwhile, we have our own private beach, thanks to you. We’ll only be bothered by the occasional seaweed. And maybe a fish or two.”
You gathered up the beach necessities in your arms, full of towels and a beach umbrella, along with small must-haves like water bottles and sunscreen spray cans. Edira looked at you with an incredilous stare, grabbing the towels and water from your hands to shove into her beach bag. 
“Yeah, didn’t really think of that.” You said, noticing how most of the things you grabbed could be fit into her infinite ‘lifes a beach’ tote-- complementary from your Airbnb hosts.
“Let’s go.” 
She walked out to the naked patio, locking her pointer finger with yours as you hiked the umbrella on your shoulder. You had come to learn Edira well; she didn’t like the sun, hated most gelatinous sugary mixtures, and was incredibly stubborn if an activity included something she found beneath her. Getting sand between her toes, included. 
You found a place far away from the shore and began spinning the umbrella’s pole into the ground. Edira would surely make use of its shade, but the ocean was calling your name as she sat down on her beach towel, squinting behind her sunglasses. 
“I can see the harbor from across the water; not particularly private, I’d say. The hosts’ll make sure to hear about this when we leave.”
“It’s private enough. What, did you want to go skinny dipping or something?” You laughed, clumping sand at the base of the umbrella with your foot. “The press would have a field day.”
You flumped down next to her, happy to be out of that stuffy, although beautiful, beach house that reminded you too much of Edira’s apartment. The warm sand was comforting, shells and rocks placed around you like little treasures. 
“If I want to go skinny dipping with you I should be able to, not have to worry about some fisherman watching while I touch you.” She pulled at your thigh, placing her hand on the inside as she lifted up her sunglasses. “Or maybe, you’d like that, letting them watch you frolick and squirm. Maybe we should find out if they can really see us--”
She had the full intention of digging under your bottoms to make a statement, but your reaction time to her had improved. 
“You’re such a worrywart, can we just swim now please? It’s better than sitting her in the hot sun, on the sticky sand..” You knew you caught her when she turned her nose at the mention of the sun, only worsening as she started to feel the sand cover her feet. 
She was a priss through and through, and sometimes it worked in your favor.
“Fine… but if I’m touched by something slimy I can’t help what I do.” 
You grinned with your teeth, unable to hold back a smile at finally getting to experience the beginning of your vacation. 
You ran to the waves crashing against the sand, feeling them flick up at your ankles and knees as you waded in the water.
You turned around to walk backwards into the sea, watching as the woman hesitantly took out a hairtie that once had her hair in a high pony. 
“Come on! Slowpoke!” 
Edira reached the gap between land and water, frowning at schools of tiny fish and jagged rocks that would surely make it hard to walk in heels the next morning. 
You had to drag her further, holding her outstretched hand as she let you lead her deeper into the water. 
“It’s not so bad, right? Nothing slimy thus far…”
“Something’s definitely touching my leg.” She remarked, linking arms with you as if you were a safety floaty. “And it smells like fish.”
You both trudged far enough from shore, a little more than waist deep as you watched the sun near the horizon line. 
You took a moment to look at it, staring as the boats pass by from far away, seeing the empty houses on the beach neighboring yours between areas of trees. 
Edira turned towards you, the same moment something coming to grip your bottom. 
“Something nabbed me!” You nearly shrieked, only to feel the same sensation on your other cheek, pulling you forward against Edira. She had her arms wrapped behind you, squeezing your ass like it was dough to be kneaded. 
“Thought I was the scared one, hm?” 
You looked away, putting your hands against Edira’s abdomen. She leered over you, ignoring your attempts to create distance as she caged you in. The waves pushed you together, water swaying as her legs brushed against your knees deep below. 
“don't look away from me now, you're too adorable like this…”
She watched your eyes barely peek up, defensive fists flattening against the bare of her collarbone. She was almost spotless, save for a few sun-kissed freckles sprinkled here and there. 
Edira grinned a wolfy smirk. Even despite her discomfort in the sea she knew you were wrapped around her finger, nervous lips twitching while watching her bring a hand from your bottom to your neck.
Her hands  were salty and wet from the sea, pulling at the base of your head to bring you closer. The workaholic almost seemed to begin destressing as her nose pressed against yours.. Edira nuzzled with her forehead pressed to your sweaty one, fine fingers caressing downward to grab your jaw. 
Without warning, her tongue perched itself against your cheek, turning your face to the side as she ran a long stripe up to your temple. It was wet and full, drawing out her time to savor the flavor and discomfort of your expression. 
“What are you--”
“Salty.” She murmured. “You're so soft, getting all mushy in my arms.” Edira laughed-- a real laugh, with a small snort as she leaned into you. She was so close, the intimate entertwining of your bodies so unusual from her normal obscurity.
It was hard not to look petulant when her eyes peered down at you with a gleam, as if you were a cute drunk thing at the bar she wanted to take home safe, or a pampered puppy ready to be suffocated with attention. 
“So cute.. might make me jealous letting all these boatmen see you in such a little bathing suit.” She teased, progressively in a better mood now with the clouds blocking the sun and your body so cooperative in her grasp. 
“Jealous?” You rolled your eyes. “Oh noo, I could never imagine my girlfriend being jealous.”
All the times of her domineering possessive behavior ran through your head, the sarcastic comment truly not detailing how severe she had gone.  
“I am your girlfriend…” she grinned, kissing your shoulder with a tight grip arpund your hips. “Now that I hear it,I want more… it sounds too, loose.”
Wait, did you really call her your “girlfriend”? Hell, maybe the sun was starting to get to you. 
“We'll it’s not like we can get MARRIED, haha,” you awkwardly brush off how romantic she's being all of a sudden, soft circles created by her nails running along the dip of your back. “I mean… right? We're too uncommitted for marriage, and I mean who would want to marry someone the’re in a fake relationship with.”
You couldn’t tell if you were talking about her or you anymore. Edira’s chest pressed against yours, arms tentatively keeping you trapped against her. 
“Mm… Still feels fake to you?” She questioned In your neck, surprisingly calmer than you expected her to be at that comment. “How much more do I need to convince you that this is real,” Those soft lips came to brush against your ear. “That you’re not going anywhere.”
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sabo-has-my-heart · 8 months
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hii! i saw your post where someone requested a fluff and cuddles fic because of the reader’s insomnia with sabo , ace, law and sanji
i’d like to request the same but with sir crocodile, fluff and cuddles :0
sir crocodile would definitely stay awake until Y/N falls asleep, maybe humming them to sleep and going through their hair with his hand, holding Y/N in his arms like a cocoon
i can imagine Y/N also gets comforted by hearing Sir Crocodiles breathing
maybe in a cold winter night ? (more reasons to cuddle, body warmth hehe)
i hope this gives you some ideas to write - i’d be really happy to read another crocodile x reader by you
thank you for your awesome stories, can’t wait to see more ^^
have a nice day!! :D
Hey, so this wasn't long enough with just Crocodile so I included Cora-san as well. I hope that's okay, but it's still fluffy with lots of cuddles, I promise.
Word Count: 920
     This was nothing new to you, you’d had insomnia for years. Endless hours laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to sleep, wishing to sleep. All you wanted was to get to sleep without issue, but things never seemed to work out for you. Slowly getting up, you headed out of the room you shared with your boyfriend. He had other things to worry about that weren’t you and your inability to get to sleep. The man loved you dearly and would have done anything for you without a second thought, including staying up with you, but that didn’t mean that you wanted to wake him up. 
     Walking out onto the terrace, you sighed, leaning against the railing. You might not be able to sleep, but at least you could enjoy the silvery glow of the moonlight dancing on the petals of flowers. Closing your eyes, you let the cool night air blow through your hair as the moon cast you in the same silvery light as the flora below you. Maybe it was because you were always awake, but you’d come to enjoy the chill breeze and bright moon. Even on nights of the new moon, when everything was cast in darkness, there was something ethereal about it all. 
Crocodile
     A pair of large arms wrapped around you the metal where a wrist and hand should be immediately tipping you off to who it was. As always, he removed the hook before sleep, not wanting to hurt either of you in the middle of the night. 
     “What are you doing out of bed?” his gruff voice asked, clearly still sleepy.
     “Couldn’t sleep.” you said softly, enjoying the feeling of being in his protective embrace. A few seconds ticked past before you noticed it, a slight hum. You turned to look at the man, his eyes closed as he continued to hold you close. Most people thought of Crocodile as a monster, an evil pirate, someone to be feared and avoided; and while he was a pirate and somebody strong enough to be feared, he wasn’t the evil monster that people said. At least not to you. Taking a moment to just listen to him, you didn’t notice him picking you up, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each passing moment. Crocodile laid you down in the bed, getting in as well and curling up with you. The barest hint of musical notes left his throat as he wrapped his large arms around you once again, pulling you close and stroking your hair. Cuddled up to his chest, you could hear the song better, it was one you’d heard before, a small, sweet lullaby. Slowly, you began to drift off, something about the lullaby and his large, protective arms lulling you to sleep. Maybe you could get him to do this again, you’d have to admit that it was more than just a one night thing, but it would be worth it to fall asleep in his arms like this.
Cora-san
     The sounds of someone tripping and falling had you chuckling as you turned around and walked over to your blond lover. As always, he’d tripped over his own two feet and had hit the ground right at the door to the terrace.
     “Careful, my love.” you said softly, helping him up.
     “Sorry, I wanted to find you. You weren’t in bed.” he said softly. You smiled at him, feeling a little bad for leaving the bed and waking him.
     “I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m just…” you looked away as you bit your lip, “I can’t sleep.” you said softly, making the man chuckle.
     “You know you could have made tea or something, it’s cold out here.” he said with a large, goofy smile, grabbing his feather coat and wrapping it around your shoulders. Giving him a sad smile, you shook your head, pulling the warm coat around you.
     “I don’t just mean tonight, Rosi, I mean every night.” you said, using his actual name and not the name he was using at the time. His brow furrowed as he looked at you, you always had troubles sleeping?
     “Is there anything I can do?” he asked worriedly, pulling you close. Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him.
     “I don’t think so, it’s just something I deal with. It’s okay, don’t worry.” you said, taking a deep breath. Cora picked you up a moment later before heading inside. Even with his coat wrapped around you, he was afraid of you getting too cold. Sitting you down on the couch, he put some logs in the fireplace and, after setting his hat on fire twice, managed to start a fire in the brick alcove. Once again picking you up, he pulled you close to him as he laid on the couch, letting you lay on top of him, his coat somehow covering the both of you. Staring into the fire, you felt a sense of warm comfort wash over you. Laying here in his arms, the warm fire and coat bringing you comfort and safety, as if nothing could touch you in this moment. Glancing down at you, Cora smiled, you were fast asleep in his arms, your soft breaths making him drowsier as well. As much as he wanted to move you to the bed, he knew he’d probably trip, so he held you close, falling asleep with you on the couch, more than happy to help you get to sleep for once.
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tonowarii · 1 year
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A Soulmate Who Wasnt Meant to Be
COMFORT(?) DRABBLE FOR "A LIFE FOR A LIFE" (could also be read alone, but much better if you've read this one!)
Pairing: Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Fem! Omaticaya! Reader
WC: 1.5k
Warning/s: mentions of death, okay.. still a little bit of more angst and hurt but some comfort in the end! :D maybe im not so evil anymore..?
GIF is mine!
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After he had saved his sisters, mother, and father from Quaritch and finally having Spider back, he knew he had to face you again, to face your lifeless body again.
However, the other heart-breaking thing was when Kiri and Tuktirey saw you once they had landed upon the rocky shore.
“We’re safe!” Tuktirey says “Where’s (Y/N)?!” She says but as she looked in front of her, she stopped. Smile dropping, the same as with Kiri.
“(Y/N)?” Tuk asked, approaching you, she grabs your hand as Kiri was on your other side, knowing what happened. Kiri’s tears fell as she grasped your hand.
“Why- why isn’t she moving? (Y/N), can you hear me? We’re finally safe!” Tuk expressed, her bright eyes filling with concern as Neteyam carefully knelt beside her small frame, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Tuk, (Y/N) is with the Great Mother now…”
Tuk felt a wave of tears forming in her eyes. “What? Why..why..?”
Every step Lo’ak took felt like stones in his heart as he moved towards you, Kiri moving so he could kneel by your side. He gulped. Looking across from him he sees Tuk crying, holding your arm as Neteyam looked at Lo’ak, offering a sympathetic look as he rubbed Tuk’s shoulder.
It was already sunrise when Jake stepped up towards them. “We got to get her back to the village, son.” He spoke with a heavy heart. Neytiri stands beside Jake, before moving behind Lo’ak, placing her hands on his shoulders. “It is time, son.”
Lo’ak could only afford to watch as your body was carried away by Jake and Neteyam, as well as other Metkayina that his father has called over.
On the way home, he stared blankly, not responding to anyone that talked to him, the only exception being his brother, Neteyam.
As they prepared for your funeral, Lo’ak stayed silent as they made their way over to the cove of ancestors after eclipse, finding the other Metkayina there, joining in offering their condolences and joining in their sadness, a loss of a loved one, a daughter.
Lo’ak could feel his grip tighten on the leaf that carried your once lively body as flowers danced around your form. Every push he made felt another stab to his heart, further setting in the realization that he was never going to see you nor hear you, or ever talk to you again in this life. He swallows, taking a look at your face, your eyes were closed and it looked like you were just sleeping, curled up against yourself.
Jake and Neytiri were now tasked with carrying your body down to the sea anemone, finally putting you to rest. As they took your body, Lo’ak could feel his tears sprung from his eyes. Jake and Neytiri held your body, regrets overflowing within their heart and guilt. Guilt that they had failed your parents, guilt that they hadn’t protected you when they promised they would. They had treated you like their own daughter, now putting you to rest had affected them more than they had expected.
Lo’ak touches your face, this would be the last time he was able to do it. He swallows, moving closer to you as he turns your head towards him, pressing one final kiss to your forehead, tears fully streaming down his face.  
Jake and Neytiri looked at each other, as Lo’ak had finally let go of you, they slowly dived down. Lo’ak watches as your body slowly pushed and sunk down towards the sea anemone, claiming you as his arm absentmindedly reached out to you, wanting to pull you away from its embrace so he could hold you for as long as he can. Now he couldn’t.
He was stuck staring at the ground from where you were, as it completely enveloped you, no longer seeing you. He doesn’t remember that he needed to come up for air, only realizing that when Neteyam had carefully placed a hand on his shoulder, pointing upwards.
Lo’ak emerges from the surface, breathing heavily. A solemn look on his face as Neteyam looked at him. In an attempt to comfort his brother, he pulls him in a tight hug. Lo’ak broke down again as he had clung onto his brother.
Neteyam had also treated you like a sister he never had, he watched you get along with Lo’ak, he watched you be there for him when he couldn’t. Most importantly, he watched his brother fall in love with you as he had asked him to help in making some of the countless gifts he had given you when he was still courting you. He watched your love flourish. Seeing your death felt unreal to him, maybe it just hadn’t sinked in yet.
“Come on brother, we’ve got to go.” He whispers, rubbing his back. Lo’ak doesn’t respond, he only lets Neteyam drag him towards his ilu.
A few days had passed, and Lo’ak hadn’t slept, his family was beginning to get concerned for him. Neteyam was the only one Lo’ak let in. One night, Lo’ak had found himself staring off into the ocean, holding your anklet given by him.
Neteyam watched his brother, shaking his head with a sigh as he approached him. “Hey, baby bro.” He spoke. Lo’ak just nods, acknowledging his presence. Neteyam looks around before he nudges Lo’ak.
“Do you want to see her?”
Lo’ak did, he did want to see you, to hold you, to kiss you again, to tell you how much he was sorry and how much he loved you. He looks over at Neteyam. “(Y/N) was special to all of us, I know she was, especially to you, baby bro. I’m giving you a chance to go and see her, I’ll come with you, I don’t care if we get in trouble again, I’d do it if it helps you.”
Lo’ak swallowed, before he found himself nodding.
Neteyam carefully called over their ilus, watching if anyone was still awake. Then they both had rode out into the night.
The trip took a few good minutes. As they arrived, Neteyam and Lo’ak were still on the surface when Neteyam places a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going down with you, I don’t want to see you drowning now.” He softly smiles at Lo’ak, Lo’ak finally cracks a small smile before they dive down.
Lo’ak stops in front of one of the Spirit Tree’s leaves. Neteyam just behind him to watch him. Lo’ak looks back at him to see his brother.
‘I’m right here, don’t worry’ Neteyam signed towards him. Lo’ak nods, facing in front again, holding out his queue. Then he slowly attaches it, feeling the overwhelming feeling of lightness, absolute peace.
Thus, he closes his eyes.
Opening his eyes, Lo’ak was transported back to the forest, he looks around, reminiscing his old home. He smiles, feeling truly at peace when that wasn’t all that he noticed. It was night, the bioluminescence of the Pandora forest glowed around him.
Then he heard it. Laughter. Your laugh. He turns around, heart spiking at just how beautiful and… alive you looked. You played with a kenten, laughing. A smile immediately appears on his face. Then your attention finally turns to him. Your eyes held love, adoration, and it was bright. He could see you blush.
“Hi.” You greeted. Lo’ak was caught up in the moment, only responding when you tilt your head at him. “Hey…” He spoke, his voice was much calmer than he expected it to be. Then he hears your laugh again, much closer this time as you approached him, holding his hands and pulling him to sit down across from you.
Then that’s when it hit him. This. This part of the forest was your spot. This was also the spot where he had confessed his love for you, and it was also the night you reciprocated his feelings.
“Talk to me, you’re being silent again, what’s troubling you?” You smiled at him, tilting your head as you were stroking his hands. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he was too busy looking at you. Like as if you were still truly here with him. “I-“ He started but he breathed out.
You frowned, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay? Why are you crying, ma tìyawn?”
Lo’ak didn’t even notice the warm tears rolling down his face as you wiped them away with your thumb.
He frowns for a moment, then he looks up at the sky, wishing the Great Mother to give your spirit peace, hoping that you’ll finally get to rest with the Great Mother, and that you were guiding him from above.
He looks back down at you, and he smiles.
You smile back at him, confused at his sudden change of expression while you wipe away at his tears, cupping his cheeks.
“I guess… I’m just happy to see you.” He said honestly. You laugh, rolling your eyes as you looked at him.
“You see me every day, skxawng! But sure, I’m happy to see you too!” You played along and he could feel himself smile widely, more genuine this time.
However, only guilt and regret knocked on the back of his mind as he wished he could witness you say it this time in person, which reality struck him as this was something he’ll never get to have again.
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puzzled-pegasus · 3 months
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Additional WoF hcs
SandWings have a type of adapted webbing between their claws from their common ancestry with SeaWings, to keep them from sinking in the sand.
IceWings also have similar so they can swim and walk on the snow.
MudWings love frogs and will consider it good luck if they see a bullfrog, especially a particularly large one. For this reason, they tend to depict cranes and herons, which eat frogs, as crafty and a little bit evil in their storytelling.
MudWings generally don't eat alligators because of the belief they are related.
SkyWings incorporate eagles into their religious beliefs and believe that they are sacred, like angels or watchful guardian spirits in disguise, and they are Apalled at the prospect of eating one.
Coral loves dolphins so much, she named her daughter Orca. That's not really a headcanon, that's just a thing I just realized lol
SeaWings have a popular dessert they like to make from red kelp, it's like gelatin or pudding. It's especially popular among the lower class dragons.
SkyWings really aren't sure what to do with their war-mutilated veterans, especially the lower class ones. They hate any sort of imperfection, but they also admire the fact that they survived battle at all, so they altogether just try not to think about them. Maybe they even have a closed off section of town where they encourage them to stay. :(
I'm not sure if this happened already but I'm sure Thorn is going to either destroy the weirdling tower and cause riots or she will destroy the building and put the contents into a proper museum to preserve what an awful dragon Burn was
SeaWings have the highest literacy rate next to NightWings. Many IceWings can't read much more than their own names.
SeaWings can be immune to jellyfish venom.
Toys commonly given to dragonets include wooden, clay, or iron figures, dolls made from wood, cloth, or sometimes grass, stuffed animals, wooden practice weapons, dress up jewelry made from glass, and more. Additionally, dragonets, especially in the Kingdom of Sky, are commonly given bones to chew as an equivalent to being given a lollipop.
Dragons regrow their teeth multiple times in their life, as part of the reason they're able to live so long. This comes from their common ancestry with crocodilians.
There is said by RainWings to be a species of eagle in the rainforest that is similar to a harpy eagle, but much bigger, with talons as big as a dragon's. It has been reported to have flown away with dragonets before, and though a very rare occurrence, RainWings tell their dragonets about it partially for their safety and partially to scare them into listening to them. The eagle is probably called something SkyWing related---after one of the queens, perhaps. These predator attacks are one of the only reasons that RainWings still have venom.
As well as flowers, RainWings like to decorate themselves and their homes with brightly colored feathers they find.
NightWings, upon coming to the rainforest, have since introduced RainWings to glass flower vases. Many RainWings love them. They have also introduced them to the concept of cooking fruit to make jam and juicing it and/or fermenting to make tasty drinks
SandWings believe that ravens are a good omen and enjoy leaving scraps of prey out for them. They admire their tendency to clean up what is upsetting and avoided by most. IceWings see them as a symbol of death or a warning and are extremely creeped out by their intelligence.
Despite their love for ravens, SandWings are really annoyed by their obnoxious cousins, crows, and it is not an uncommon sight to see them chasing the birds away with a broomstick
MudWings are delighted whenever they see bluejays or similarly bright colored temperate forst birds, but not for any spiritual reason. They just don't see bright colors often :D
MudWings generally find it extremely disrespectful to pick flowers, especially ones that grow on someone else's property, because brightly colored flowers are not especially common in the swamps. It's quite the culture shock when they meet RainWings who pick every pretty blossom in sight.
Similarly, if a SandWing finds a flower in the desert which is wilting, they are obligated to bring it water.
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briars-castle · 2 months
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Oh i love it (and i hate it at the same time)
DAZAI X GN READER X CHUUYA
⚠︎︎unrequited love? Idk you marry chuuya and Dazai is in love with you ig idk but this is for MY POOKIE RURU I had to research wedding venues for this help—
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It was your wedding,you were in your suite getting ready…it was a beautiful wedding-you were getting married at hope chapel…it was away-far away even. But the dogwood flowers were so beautiful,chuuya was obviously able to book the venue but everything was perfectly heavenly….you even convinced him to invite osamu dazai,his friend even though they both wouldn’t admit it. But everything was perfect….you could smell the flowers and the wilderness as you heard a knock on your door. You thought it would be kōyō or Higuchi-maybe even gin or hirotsu-coming to help you fit into your nice outfit.
but it was just osamu.
your breath hitched as you saw the man,white suit and tie with his hair actually done nicely….it was a sight to make most drool. Not you though. You were a loyal spouse to be,you couldn’t even think about running your hands through his hair.
“(Y/n?)….i just wanted to say congratulations-I’m happy for you.”
the man smiled-almost Cheshire-as if he wasn’t planning anything at all….you strived to speak but he just waved you away and snuck back to the guest pews like an alley cat,soon enough though-Higuchi and gin came in to help you with accessorizing and such,but soon enough it was time.
You were waiting by the doors of the entrance as you heard “Canon in D" by Johann Pachelbel played down the isle,the stings from the viola and the cello filling your ears as people whispered praises and gasped….it was your wedding. Everything you ever dreamed with the ginger of your heart and soul…..(never settle for a ginger btw they are evil)
As you and chuuya were hand in hand facing each other as your love filled the room,chuuya even cried a bit sharing his vows which was quite unusual for the ginger,keeping it all inside…but now how love was spilling out of his eyes faster than he could control.
However,to both you and chuuyas horror-when you heard the priest speak the lines-
“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
-You heard the Satan spawn finally speak again for the first time since he saw you.
“I object-actually your honor….if the line as reliable as you say!”
Dazai said standing up as most of the chapel glared at him angrily,as they should,he continued to talk though-unfortunately.
“(Y/N)….my heart…my love-forever has always been a constant construct between dreams and reality brought from the unreliability of human hope….nothing truly lasts forever because flowers wilt and people die,but everyone dreams of forever because that’s the most impossible thing to accomplish-but when I am with you or even thinking of you my heart beats and my mind starts to think and do the most dangerous thing of all,start to dream….i dream of a forever with you because you are my forever…I dream of you chibi does not dream at all!”
your breath starts to hitch and you feel weak at the knees from the speech he just spewed no matter how much you debated in your mind….but chuuya started to speak too,tears from anger at the man’s audacity everyone in the port mafia saw Dazai as inhuman, even Dazai himself doesn't see himself as human, and Chuuya desperately wants to be seen as human….he threw away the chance to be human where chuuya has to claw and fight with his conscience to even consider the meer idea of humanity.
“My love….i don’t dream,it’s true but when we are together at night i think-and just as Dazai said that is even better because I am thinking with rationality over heart like a Disney princess,me and you are DESTINED for eachother-you are like an angel to me,not because your pretty or even delicate but because you stand up and are fierce and faithful like ones from the stories…you bring light into my otherwise dark and sinful existence,my love….please listen when I say I feel like I am HUMAN with you….if I could indeed dream,it would always be you.”
As you stood there thinking and pleading with your mind….you start to think of what ifs and forevers….
what route do you choose (bold out the route)
{dazai osamu route}
{chuuya nakahara route}
{harem?!?!}
{custom}
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Authors note:
Hi guuuuys! Bri bri here~ thank you for readibg! I actually made this as an interactive post,as the ending can be depicted however you want in the name of creativity! Please reblog and show me how you think the ending should go as a colab with me and you!!! Ruru is always so creative with her writing so i was inspured to be creative too! Im excited to see what you write~
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