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theimprobabledreamersworld · 2 years

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Day 4- Puns/Symbolism

We’re already on day 4 of Moceit Week!

I know this is techincally based around flowers as well, but I went to a garden show at the weekend and these kinda puns were all I could think about haha.

No warnings, just fluff and terrible puns

Writing taglist: @psychedelicships @red-imeanblue @lost-in-thought-20 @jwillowwolf @the-duke-of-nuts @lily-janus

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Falling Head Clover Heels

“Jan? Where are we going?” Patton asked curiously as he kept tugging at the blindfold covering his eyes. Janus tutted playfully and pulled Patton’s hand away before concentrating on the road once again. Patton giggled and kept his hands in his lap falling unusually silent, it was still a comfortable silence as they let the music flood through the car.

Janus smiled at how adorable Patton was, he had been talking about this garden show for weeks so he hoped that Patton would enjoy the surprise. It had been a rough week for both of them, and he wanted to give Patton a break from everything. This week caused some realisations as well for Janus. Patton walking into the same room would cause Janus to smile immediately, and every thought of Patton caused him to smile, no matter how he was feeling. When Patton came home upset a couple of days prior to the trip, he came over to where Janus was sitting on the sofa and cuddled up to him. Janus tried to desperately ignore the blush on his face and how his heart was skipping a beat. All little things which added to a much bigger picture. He was categorically developing feelings for Patton, and he had no idea what to do about that.

He was so caught up in thoughts and listening to Patton hum along to the music that he almost missed the turning into the show. Patton yelped at the sharp turn before giggling again, Janus squeezed his shoulder to apologise, before pulling into the car park. He ran around to open the door for Patton and guided him away from the car. Janus slowly removed the blindfold from Patton’s eyes and watched as Patton blinked rapidly in the light, then squealed in excitement.

“Jan! You remembered!” Patton exclaimed before kissing Janus on the cheek. He stood frozen to the spot, the blush clearly evident on his face.

“O-of course I did. I always remember things you tell me. Besides, we both need a break after the week we’ve had.” Janus breath hitched initially before his confidence returned. Patton was being such a distraction and causing his suave attitude to fade away. It was a blessing and curse with Patton, he made Janus feel vulnerable, and he was the only person who Janus could let his guard down with.

Patton grabbed Janus’ hand before pulling him over to the first stall, marvelling at all of the flowers on display. Janus had to admit, all the colours looked beautiful, not as beautiful as Patton but that was besides the point. He smiled as Patton walked over to him with a small plant in his hands.

“Do you have the thyme? I need to get somewhere around tree o’clock.” Patton smirked, proud of his pun and Janus groaned playfully in response. He wandered off once again to go and buy the herb, claiming he needed even more herbs in the little garden he has in the kitchen. He waited as Patton stroked the dog who was lying next to its owner before making his way back to Janus. He grabbed Janus’ hand once again and pulled them both over to the opposite tent.

This time, it was full of fresh flowers arranged into incredible shapes and Patton stared at all of them, Janus could see Patton trying to work out if he could buy all of them. They saw a planter shaped like a dog with a mix of blue and yellow flowers, and he immediately knew that he was buying it for Patton. He looked around and noticed that Patton wasn’t standing by his side, instead he was waving to Janus frantically from the other end of the tent.

“Look! Those new shoots are wrapped around each other, definitely BFFs. Best buds forever.” Patton exclaimed, the pride in his voice was apparent. Janus groaned while smiling and shaking his head. He realised that Patton is going to do this all day, but surprisingly, he didn’t mind in the slightest. Once again, he felt his hand being grabbed by Patton but he stopped himself from being pulled away.

“Actually Darling. I’ll catch you up? I just want to have a look at something. You head on and I’ll be there in a minute.” He smiled reassuringly as Patton playfully glared initially, but then he beamed at Janus and skipped off further down the market. Janus headed back to that planter shaped like a dog and grabbed it without hesitation. He paid and asked to pick it up later before heading out of the tent, he scoured the crowd searching for Patton. He wandered up and down a few tents and began to worry when he couldn’t find Patton anywhere. Janus frantically tried to get out his phone to call Patton, but he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He spun around to a grinning Patton holding a bunch of flowers at Janus.

“Hey Jan? Are you feeling bouquet?” Janus sighed in relief and reluctantly chuckled at the pun before pulling Patton into a hug. Patton hugged back enthusiastically and then pulled away. He smiled as he held the flowers out of Janus, who took them happily.

“I just thought I had lost you, that’s all.” He couldn’t hide the concern in his eyes, but in this moment, just the two of them surrounded by nature and all the brightly coloured flowers… Janus couldn’t stop thinking about one thing, and one thing alone. He knew what he was going to do about those feelings now. Patton furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side, another gesture that Janus found adorable. He realised he was just staring at Patton, which was made more apparent when Patton waved his hand in front of Janus’ eyes. He blinked a few times before looking at Patton again, smiling softly at the thought of what he was going to do next.

“A peony for your thoughts?” Patton asked softly, smirking slightly but stepping closer to Janus. This was it, the puns confirmed everything for him. He gently grabbed the cardigan around Patton’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Then kissed him when it was clear that Patton wasn’t wanting to pull away, he felt Patton freeze for a second in surprise but then kissed him back almost immediately. The world was forgotten for a moment, and the show was just background noise, it was only the two of them in this moment. They pulled away, smiling once again. Patton took Janus’ hand and pulled him to one tent in particular. He pointed at a delicate purple flower and rested his head on Janus’ shoulder.

“I lilac you, Jan.” Janus felt his heart skip a beat once again as he slowly interlocked a hand with Patton’s as he spoke. He looked around the tent and found the perfect plant. He turned Patton around, pointing at a bright red flower.

“And I like you a lily more each day, darling.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts patton #ts janus #moceit #pre romantic moceit #friends to lovers kinda #ts patton sanders #ts janus sanders #fluff #terrible puns #ts fanfiction #sanders sides fics

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echo-stimmingrose · 4 months

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The thing about Percabeth is, they are not enemies to lovers.

They are two twelve year olds who are annoyed by each other, to trusted allies, to friends who argue, to best friends, to oblivious pining idiots, to lovers.

#honestly i kinda hate seeing them referred to as enemies to lovers when they are personality clashing 12 year olds who are so close #by the end of their first quest that they keep in contact via email; percy prints out a picture she sends him and keeps it with him to #remember her. and Annabeth is so protective thay she punches a random seventh grader she doesn't know for making fun of him #percy jackson and the olympians #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #friends to lovers

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jkslipppiercing · 3 months

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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙

♧ WC: 1.6K

♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee

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JK's POV

She whines,

Throws tantrums,

Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,

And I still want her lips around my cock.

Why?

That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.

I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.

She ruined my night.

I was fucking.

Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.

But then, she just had to cock-block me.

My best friend’s sister.

Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.

Usually, I love brats.

My type.

They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.

Keyword: try.

Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.

Fucked right and put in her place.

Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.

Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.

She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.

Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.

When I first met her, I mean.

She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.

Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.

Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.

Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.

He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.

He's a friend. A close one.

A tolerable one.

That can't be said about a certain someone, though.

She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.

Bullshit.

And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.

Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.

Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.

That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.

His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.

Sly motherfucker.

Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.

Annoyingly soft features.

So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.

But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.

It's her innocence.

How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?

When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.

She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.

I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.

Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.

Fuck, I hate this woman.

Hate everything about her.

How she moves.

How she walks.

How she fucking talks.

Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.

No- not like- is.

She is a brat.

A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.

Including mine.

Fuck.

Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.

She's enjoying herself.

Not for long.

I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.

I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.

I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.

He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.

Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.

Ew.

He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.

Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.

My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.

My blood boils.

White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.

My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.

Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.

Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.

Isn't she here with friends?

How could they leave her alone like this?

Her brother's here. Her brother is here.

My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.

Fuck.

I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?

Like she's not even aware of where she is.

Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.

Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.

I might punch a wall.

My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.

She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.

It's adorable.

But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.

Repress.

"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."

She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.

My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.

My breathing turns heavy again.

Repress.

"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.

His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.

Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.

"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.

She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.

If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?

I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-

Repress.

My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.

"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"

The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.

Good. Bare minimum.

I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.

Almost.

But I have to get Y/N home.

I can't stand this anymore.

I can't stand her anymore.

Coming here alone? Dressed like that?

I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.

How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?

I'm so goddamn confused.

And infuriated.

And...angry.

Fucking fuck.

I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.

Fuck me.

The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.

But again, Y/N's more important.

I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.

My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.

I might develop heart problems.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.

I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.

I have other things to care for.

Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.

God, It's gonna be a long night.

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temeyes · 7 months

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when will my big skull man come back from the war,,,,,,,,,,

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homkamiro · 1 month

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I have never been shocked to see femscout in a straight piece of fanart until your blog.

Sniper scout works no matter the gender!

For no reason at all I've been craving for some femsniper/scout content!! Idunno, my dumb bisexual brain just wants to experiment on my hyperfixated ship in every ways

#what if femsniper was like. a really tall girl. taller than the original sniper #and besides being a professional cold hearted killer she was a little loser #and scout was an even bigger loser #and they were friends to lovers kinda. wow. i think i. wow. that's. wow #team fortress 2 #tf2 #team fortress 2 fanart #tf2 fanart #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #speeding bullet #sniperscout #tf2 femsniper

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miekasa · 1 month

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they could never make me hate him. sorry but i'm not arguing with a guy with brown hair and green eyes whatever you say handsome

#oushi my beloved.... im sorry everyone hates u and that tiktok watchers have no media literacy #you are not a red flag he's just a tsundere he's literally just a GUY #everybody wants the kinda cocky aloof keeps to himself hates everyone but you best friend to lovers except when it comes to HIM!!!#FREE HIM!!!#trying to make me hate shojou eren like are u mad. are u out of ur mind #honestly i picked up a sign of affection for HIM! and i was RIGHT TO!!

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slimespecter · 7 months

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mins

#pikmin #louie #olimar #louimar #? kinda? not really but just in case #i dont really see them as friends or lovers but a secret third thing.#people calling them toxic yaoi will never not be funny to me though #doodles #fanart

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deansass · 1 year

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If I missed any you should add them in the tags ✨✨

#I’m curious #for me I love enemies to lovers #fake dating #found family #misunderstood character #funny who’s depressed #friends to lovers kinda but it can be a bit boring if done wrong #tropes #fandom #fanfic

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missjashin · 1 year

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It’s been some time and Dustin and Steve go to see Wayne. Maybe he is moving out of Hawkins and they go to help with packing or maybe they just wanna check on him and he is reminiscing Eddie. Either way he has punch of old photos out. School photos, birthdays, first concerts, various different types from different ages.

One photo really catches Steve’s eye tho. It’s a group photo from the early 70s, taken in the summer. Steve asks Wayne “Why do you have this?”, seemingly little shocked and bewildered by the photo. Wayne looks at the photo and smiles telling it was taken in a summer camp Eddie once went. “That’s my boy” Wayne tells pointing one kid among the others. Dustin also looks at the photo and smiles. It seems like a good and happy memory.

So Wayne and Dustin get little puzzled when they hear choked sob coming from Steve. He is trying to hold it together but not really succeeding, his hands in his hair pulling so hard it can’t be comfortable. Just walking away from them now, fighting the tears. Rather weird and strong reaction for a mere summer camp photo, especially coming from Steve… Till you take a little closer look at the photo.

Because yes, with his buzz cut hair and thousand watt smile there’s little Eddie. Little Eddie who has his arm over another kid’s shoulder, pulling closer a little boy with a sweet smile, chestnut hair and tiny moles dotted on his face.

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #steddie #it’s Steddie cuz they my star crossed lovers #used all the tissues while crying over this hc sorry about that #feel free to end me 💖✨#sad headcanon #I have something sweeter too guys don’t worry I’ve just been lazy and need to write it down #it’s just all in my brain atm #also if you don’t understand this one : Steve was in the photo with Eddie #childhood friends AU #kinda #Steve owns the same photo #remembers the summer camp and the boy he had so much fun with but didn’t realize it was Eddie until now #angst

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inamagicalhallucination · 1 year

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merthur but one of them thinks theyre sworn enemies and the other thinks theyre dating

so merlin thinks that arthur and him are sworn enemies right and like he’s being forced to take care of him becuz of the prophecy (lol he actually lowkey cares about him but he’d die before he admitted that fsjakdf)

anyway

on the other hand arthur is convinced that they are together <3 like he’s there picking flowers thinking omg merlin’s so cute and funny and-

and merlin’s there seething at him like

yeah

does that make sense i feel like im just saying words

like whats a time period appropriate word for tsundere becuz thats what arthur thinks merlin is

and in arthurs defense; merlin goes above and beyond to help him out; he always there for him; they go on walks and picnics together

on merlins side he’s always babysitting arthur; he’s “reluctantly” being there for him; and arthur repays him by dragging him to the woods at like 2 am becuz god forbid he let merlin get a full night of sleep

anyway

merlin doesn’t actually hate him he’s just dumb

and he thinks arthur hates him and thinks that arthur is all boastufl (trying to impress merlin) and shit

#merlin's side of this au is enemies to enemies to enemies to reluctant allies to enemies to kind of friends to enemies to friends to lovers #and arthur's is kinda enemies to friends to lovers #yeah #merlin emrys #merlin #merlin bbc #arthur and merlin #king arthur #prince arthur #Arthur Pendragon #arthur #merlin x arthur #merthur #merthur au #merthur prompts #merthur headcanon

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pollyna · 2 months

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It's an accident, the first time that happens. Mav knocks because he needs sugar and stays over because Ice is watching a new movie he didn't get to catch on the big screen. It's two in the afternoon, and Ice is pleasantly warm against his shoulder.

Slider wakes them up four hours later and laughs because "I only woke you up because I was hungry and Tom promised dinner".

And so the saga of them falling asleep on the couch starts just to end on the bed because four weeks in Ice's back is protesting and he promises Mav is bed is way more comfortable and there are pillows.

(Mav ends up using Ice's chest as a pillow instead. Doesn't matter where they are sleeping.)

((They kiss, just as accidentally, one morning almost seven months in their arrangement when Ice turns around and Mav gives him a pec on his nose, eyes still close and humming satisfied before hiding his face against Ice's necks. Ice kisses his forehead and gets back to sleep. It opens a door to whole other accidents made over a shared cups of coffee and Mav wearing Ice's shirt as pj's.)

#i'm tired you're lonely #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #accidental cuddling #cuddling and snuggling #softness #intimacy #sharing clothes #friends to lovers #-> kinda

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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wooooo warlock Wally and his delightful totally normal patron

#in my mind home can change his form drastically #like they only have hands or a humanoid form if they so please #theyre simple a writhing pit of darkness with red eyes/teeth #i imagine that when they first met home had zero affection for wally #it was purely an 'im using you. youre nothing but a puppet to me'#but then yk time passes shit happens #and before you know it home is all 'if anything happened to wally id kill everyone in this room and then myself'#scribble salad #wh fantasy au #and yes i Will restate their dynamic over and over and over again bc i love it and i love repetition #to home wally is.... a companion. a pet. a puppet. a home. a friend. a lover (kinda its complicated). a host. a plaything. an accomplice <3 #and then wally looks up at this horrific Demon and goes 'my home <3 @:)'#he doesnt get why everyone is afraid of home... hes just a lil guy c'mahn....#(except hes not little at all and the home shown here has scaled itself down to hang more easily with wally)#wally likes to paint for home! his paintings are the only physical objects home keeps in their house form!#theyre like 'yeah you can drive nails into my body so i can keep pieces of you with me. thats cool no no it doesnt hurt at all i promise'

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jade-len · 4 months

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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

#PIDW but make xin mo a soul eater fan #why did i actually write all of this #idk it just sounded funny but then i kinda got sad at the end because bingge is such a lonely person its genuinely depressing #at least in here he has his this weird talking demonic sword #someone transmigrates into xin mo and ends up becoming an emotional support and comfort sword #i would say that this could be shen yuan but the xin mo transmigrator couldnt give any less of a fuck about bingges plans #and would also annoy sqq if he had to deal with it #might write this #but i need to finish that time travel bingge x reader enemies to friends to lovers thing #yes you heard me right a bingge x reader let me make him happy ok #bingmei already has sqq bingge needs someone :( and therapy but that doesnt exist here #while i thought of this i imagined like this floating talking sword by bingge #i actually have like a lot of WIPs this is only one of them #for some reason i had this idea after seeing this one instagram reel where gojo was cinderellas fairy godmother and sang IT girl #and that inspired an annoying talking xin mo transmigrator #luo binghe #luo bingge #mxtx svsss #svsss #fanfic stuff #the scum villain's self saving system #svsss ideas

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