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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Good Neighbors Part 13 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: Some sugar to go with the sour from yesterday ;) This is the final chapter of this part of the series. Due to popular opinion and my own need to keep these beautiful fictional souls in my life I will continue their story in another series.

Love you, guys <3

Warnings: Steddie content and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) There is a disgusting amount of fluff. I knew what I was doing when I was writing this lol Idk why but I felt like they need this.

Word count: 4300

Baby, head straight home after work. I’m picking up Dylan. Love you ;)

Steve Harrington, what are you two up to? Lol.

You spent the rest of you workday thinking about all the things they could be planning. Next weekend was the big move and you were ecstatic that everyone would finally be under the same roof.

After your shift, you did as you were told and headed back to the apartment. As soon as you opened the front door you were greeted with your beaming sibling.

“Hey Kierra.” Your eyes scanned over her smiling frame. She looked gorgeous in a stunning pink sunflower style dress with her hair pulled up in a tight bun. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, my sweet sister. That is not for me to say but I AM supposed to help you get ready.” She takes your hand and guides you towards the bedroom where a beautiful white dress was laying on the bed. You glanced at her as your fingers delicately traced the material.

“Kierra—”

“Come on, honey. Let them do their thing. They’ve been planning this for a while.”

The tears start to fall as you change especially after you catch you reflection of you in the garment. The silky fabric flowed down to your ankles as the lace hung delicately on your shoulders.

“I know this may surprise you but Eddie wanted something shorter.” You both laughed as you whipped your eyes.

“Kierra, I don’t deserve this.”

“Who says? Your idiot ex? Our mother? This narrow-minded town? Y/N, you deserve all the good things in this world. You were lucky enough to find not one but two people who love you unconditionally and seem to want to do anything for you to make you happy. You AND your son. Trust me, you deserve this.” She pulls you into a hug as you smile.

“Now…hair up or down? I’m thinking down.”

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Your sister holds your hand as she guides you across the way into the guy’s apartment.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

“I’m starting to think I’m being kidnapped again.”

You grin when you hear Dylan giggle somewhere in the room.

“Ok, you can open them now but please don’t ruin the absolutely fabulous make up work I did on your eyes.”

There was no way that was going to happen. As soon as they opened, you felt like you were going to burst into tears.

Everything in their living room had been moved out of the way as a makeshift runway was made leading towards an archway made of white Christmas lights on their wall. Steve’s friend Robin was standing in the middle with a little book in her hand and a costume judges robe around her tiny frame.

The man himself was practically shining from head to toe next to her with his black suit and, of course, well styled hair. Eddie was beside him with a sexy, formal black suit as well with his hair pulled back away from his face. Dylan was standing behind them in a little green suit of his own and the men’s eyes followed yours to look down at him.

“Yeah, our best man didn’t want to wear black to. He felt like he should stand out.” Eddie grinned as he lightly tapped him with his shoe.

“I…I don’t understand.”

Kierra placed a headband in your hair with a tiny veil attached to it before handing you a small bouquet of roses for you to hold. She loops her arm in yours as you both walk down the aisle.

“Since daddy isn’t here, I’m talking over as the person giving you away but I’m still your maid of honor, God damn it.”

Dylan giggles but you’re still so in shock you can’t reprimand her.

“We have a jar for that now, Kierra.”, Steve grins as he reaches for your hand. “Eddie and I thought that… since we can’t legally get married, we could do our own wedding.”

“No, no crying.” Your sister quickly comes around to dry your eyes, not able to hold in her own tears as she takes the flowers from your hand.

“Are we ready?”, Robin smiles as Eddie grabs your other palm. “Cool. Hear ye, hear ye!”

Steve cringes as he laughs at her.

“We have gathered her today in the eyes of God, the dope kid, and badass sister to witness these three come together in holy fake matrimony because this town is stupid.”

“Robin!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Do you have the rings, Harrington?”

Dylan jumps forward and hands Eddie a box who passes it to Steve. You can’t help but gasp when he opens it. Inside is a gorgeous three studded diamond ring around a silver band. The diamonds were small but you didn’t care.

“We wanted to get something bigger but—”

You cut him off with your lips. “No, no. It’s perfect.”

Steve grins as he slides it on your ring finger. “The first time we saw you we knew we wanted to marry you. I know we can’t give you that but we at least wanted to be able to give you a symbol or something…”

“Sorry for skipping a few steps.”, Eddie cut in. “We wanted to do the whole get down on one knee thing but we also knew you would insist we didn’t have to do this so…”

“Are those your vows? Because they kinda suck.”

“Robin! Oh my god.” Steve playfully pushes her as she laughs. “I’m not good with the words. He’s the musician.”

“I play guitar. I’m not a front man.” He smiles at you. “But I do love you and of course your spawn.”

“Hey!” Dylan pouts making you giggle.

“You know you never have to worry with us.” Eddie continues. “We never want you to feel like you did when you were married to Charlie.”

“You’re safe with us to. In sickness and in health and all that.” Steve chuckles. “I love you to AND your offspring.”

Kierra taps your shoulder, handing you a box of your own. “Now, this was tasked to me and Dil. We didn’t tell you guys but he had engraving placed in each wedding band. I paid for that myself because I thought it was the sweetest thing.”

She handed you the one for Steve, beaming after reading the inscription and handing it to him.

“Hear this now, I will always come for you.”

The Princess Bride was one of the few movies Steve was able to introduce to Dylan and was actually surprised he hadn’t seen it already.

“Dude, it has sword fighting and a princess and all that fantasy stuff you like! How have you not seen it?” He looked at you with wide eyes. “How have you not shown this to him yet?”

“I don’t know! We just never got around to it.”

Steve smirks as he playfully takes you in his arms and dips you to the side.

“Hear this now, I will always come for you!”

You dramatically throw your hand over your forehead. “But, how can you be sure?”

He laughs as he pulls you upright and places a soft kiss on your lips. “This is true love. You think this happens every day.”

He smiles at the words before sliding the ring on his finger. “Thanks, Little Man.”

You grin at Eddie’s as you pass it to him.

“Life is ours, we live it our way.”

“Eddie!”

He stops strumming his guitar to look up at you from the chair he was sitting at in Dylan’s room.

“Hey, sweetheart. Welcome home.”

“Why thank you. What are you two doing?” You smile as your son flashes you his guitar.

“Eddie’s showing me Met-al-ick-ah.”

The metalhead smiled at his pronunciation.

“Oh yeah? Well go on, rockstar.” You jump onto Dylan’s bed behind him as Eddie starts playing again.

“Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don't just say And nothing else matters.”

He winks at you as you blush.

“Dude, this so metal. Thank you.” Eddie slides on his ring as well before glancing at you.

Both men notice you fanning your face with your hand, trying not to cry.

“Ugh, you people are going to kill me.” You let out a breathy laugh, handing them your ring to read.

“I had to cut this quote down a bit, I’m afraid.” Your sister wrapped her arms around you.

“We are only as strong as we are united…”

“Like us, right mom?”

“What do you mean, weirdo?” You close the Harry Potter book around your hand so you can focus on him.

“Well, right now, Eddie and Steve are over there and we are here. But soon we will be together at the house. That will make us stronger. Right?”

“When did you get so smart?”

Dylan smiled as hugged your torso. “I was born with a big brain.”

You slide the ring down on your finger, staring at how it looked. After you left Charlie, you told yourself you were never going to do anything like this again. It just hurt too much and Dylan didn’t need all that stress. But seeing your hand, your son’s big grin, and all the effort these two men but into you…you wished this was real. Well, the wedding anyway. Their love for you was more than real and greater than anything you had ever experienced.

“Y/N.”, Robin tapped your arm. “Did you want to say something?”

“God,” you laugh as you wipe your eyes. “There’s so much I want to say but it’s either cheesy or too much.”

“I’m sure it’s not too much.”, Eddie grins.

“That right there. You guys saying things like that and actually meaning it. Before you two the only man I ever trusted was seven years old.” Dylan beams at your comment. “Thank you for…for everything. In sickness and in health and all that.” Everyone chuckles especially the boys.

“Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Steven the Hair Harrington and Edward the freak we need to come up with a different nickname for you because you aren’t a freak Munson to be your unlawfully wedded husbands in sickness and in health and all that… till death do you part.”

“I do.”

“And do you Steven the floofy Hair Harrington and Edward not a freak Munson take Y/N Y/L/N to be your unlawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health and blah blah… till death do you part?”

“Of course.”, Steve smiles.

“Fuck yeah.” Eddie grins as you reach over to smack his chest.

“Hey, kiddo? You take them to?”, Robin leans over so she can see Dylan who was now sitting on the couch.

“Yup!”

“Awesome. By the power vested in me by no one because who would trust me with that kind of power, I now pronounce you fake husbands and fake wife. You may now disgustingly kiss.”

Steve jerks your arm, bringing you closer to him as his lips fall to yours. You smile as he spins to Eddie who dips you in his own arms before tenderly placing a kiss on your lips.

“Ew!”

“Agreed, kid.” Robin smiles as she shimmies out of her robe. “Ok, love birds. Let’s eat! I’m starving.”

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You, your sister, and the boys lay on the floor casually passing a flask between each other as Dylan snores on the couch. Robin had already left, needing to get home to her girlfriend.

“You guys seriously didn’t have to do this.”

“We know. That’s why we didn’t tell you because we knew you would try to talk us out of it.” Eddie laughs as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Dad would have loved it.” Kierra cranes her neck to smile at you.

“Do you think he would have liked us?”, Steve asks.

“Oh yeah. One guy to watch football with and another to talk shop while playing guitar? Hell, HE would have asked to marry you.” You cackle at your sister’s comment.

“Alllllright, kids…” She clings to the bottom of her dress as she stands. “I’m exhausted.”

Instead of heading for the door, she loops towards the couch to pick up your son.

“Um, excuse me. That little human is mine.”

“I know.” Dylan wraps his sleepy arms around Kierra’s neck. “I’m going to tuck him in for you and crash on your bed.” She leans in to kiss your cheek before opening the door and heading across the way. “Enjoy your honeymooooon.”, she sings.

You smile as you lock up and as soon as you turn around you bump into a broad chest who abruptly lifts you in his arms.

“Steve!”, you giggle as he carries you across the threshold of his bedroom.

“You know, this is probably the last time for a while that you can be REALLY loud.” He grins as he places you on the mattress and lays down on top of you.

Your body bounces as Eddie jumps in beside you. “Boys!”, you laugh at them as two sets of lips find their way to your neck. “You act like I’m going off to war or something.”

Steve shimmed down to the end of the bed, lifting each one of your legs to take off your shoes before gliding his hands up your skin bringing the dress along with him.

“Wait, hang on. You have to…Eddie…in the back.” You sit up, giving the man some room to unhook the tiny buttons holding it to you. He lifted the fabric over your head and casually tossed it to the floor.

“Wait!” You hand reached Steve’s when you noticed he was unbuttoning his shirt. “Can you guys keep them on for a while?” You push up your knees so you can bring your lips to his. “I just think you look really handsome.”

“Harrington,” Eddie beckoned him with his finger. Steve’s hand held the lower part of your back as he lifted you up and laid you back down, leaning his head to his friend as the metalhead whispered something in his ear.

“What are you two planning now?”

“Just lay back, sweetheart.” His lips reached down to kiss yours as you felt Steve rest his upper body between your legs. His own lips placing small kisses along your inner thigh before using his fingers to open your folds.

You moaned into Eddie’s mouth as he licked long stripes up towards your clit, stopping to suck on it with a slight pop before repeating the process.��

“Steve’s always really good with his mouth, isn’t he?” You nod at his question as you lick your lips, throwing your head back as you mewl. His mouth traveled down your frame, stopping to flick his tongue around one of your nipples making your pussy clench around nothing.

You whined his name as he continued his trek down your body.

“I’m not going far, Princess. Trust me.”

“Fuck!”, you exclaimed as Eddie’s tongue grazed your nub.

Steve made room for him bringing his own tongue to your entrance while the other boy hung over one of your legs, wrapping his mouth around your little bundle of nerve.

With nothing to hold on to you clawed at the sheets, panting at the overwhelming feeling of both of their lips and tongues between your legs.

“Fuck, please. Please…” They pushed you over the edge as you came not even slowing their pace as you did.

You leaned up on your elbows to watch them as Steve inserted two of his fingers in your hole while Eddie did the same with your clit, using two of his digits to rotate fast circles against you. They pressed their lips together, tasting you on their breath.

Steve groaned as Eddie’s mouth followed his jawline to his neck. The pleasure on his face drove you wild as you felt the coil in your belly slowly tighten. As you viewed them through hooded eyes, you had a realization. They didn’t just “marry” you but each other as well.

They had told you before in previous relationships they had never been allowed to explore that side of their relationship until you. They loved each other as much as they loved you.

A small smile spread across your face as the coil snapped and you came harder than you had before.

“St-Steve.” You shakily sat up with Eddie quickly shuffling behind you to be your chair. “We…we have never… fuck that was amazing.” The three of you laughed as you fell back against the man behind you.

“Take your time, honey. We have all night.” Steve’s beautiful smile warmed your heart.

“How would you feel…being in the middle…”

“Oh. But tonight’s about you, baby.”

“No”, you corrected. “It’s about us. I mean, of course, you don’t have to. I just…seeing you just now practically come apart with his lips on your throat. Oh my god… Imagine what his cock would do.”

You can’t see it but Eddie is beaming with pride behind you as he winks cheekily at Steve.

“Let’s do it.” He grins as you squeak with delight. “Are we allowed to take the suits off, ma’am?”

“Why yes, Mr. Harrington. You may.”

Eddie is the first to get his suit off, not really taking the same care as Steve does to take off one piece at a time. You crawl to him on the bed with your knees and wrap your arms around him as you kiss his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you to, Princess.”

You mimic his early motions, leaving open mouth kiss down his chest and stomach as his hands gently pull through your hair. He moans above you as you take his dick in your hands and glide you tongue along the tip. Your eyes flick upward when you hear small smacking sounds to see Steve cupping Eddie’s cheeks as he kisses his lips.

“Fuck…”, he groans as your mouth wraps around his length, steadily bobbing your head. You take him as deep as you can causing him to grunt with every gag. Steve sits beside you on the bed, licking his fingers before reaching under you to stroke your clit.

“Yes, Sweetheart. Fucking hell.”, he responds to the vibration from your moan. You pull off him continuing to pump his cock with your palm as you look at Steve.

“Are you ready, baby?”

He nods as he removes his fingers and waits for direction. You whisper to Eddie who responds with a smile and small peck on your nose. As he heads for the dresser to find the lube, you guide Steve towards his pillows, laying his head back against them.

You straddle his waist as his hands come up to grip yours, holding on to you as you position his cock near your entrance and slowly slide him inside of you.

You grind your hips against his, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. “Jesus, Steve. You always feel so good.”

When you stopped moving, his eyes opened as a nervous breath escaped his lips. Eddie positioned himself between the man’s legs, rubbing the lube over his cock with his fist. You leaned down, hovering your face over his.

“It’s ok, baby. If you start feeling uncomfortable just tell us.”

He smiled up at you, holding his breath as he waited.

Steve’s mouth opened slightly, his eyebrows furrowing as Eddie began guiding his dick into him. You felt his fingertips dig into your skin as the boy behind you leaned his forehead on your back.

“Are you okay, Eds?” He responded by kissing your spine.

“What about you, honey?” Steve didn’t say anything either but his face had relaxed a lot more. When you slowly started grinding your hips again, the sound that left his mouth made your pussy flutter around him. “Does it feel good?”

Eddie froze when he bottomed out and you took the opportunity the drift back down towards the man underneath you. “Talk to me, Steve.”

“I can’t…”

“You can’t what?”

His body began to move as the metalhead began doing small thrusts into him. “Can’t talk.”

“Does it hurt?”

He adamantly shook his head. “Feels…good. Really good.”

Steve’s mouth opened into a silent moan as you straightened so you could ride him. Eddie’s chin landed on your shoulder.

“How does he feel?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

“Eddie, you…you can go faster.” Steve’s voice came out whiney as if he was begging.

“Lean back down, Princess.”

You did as you were told as he began thrusting into Steve with much more purpose. When his hips pushed into him, his stomach nudged against you allowing your waist to grind on the cock inside of you.

You whimpered as two sets of hands gripped your body; one set pulling you back the other moving you forward. Steve’s neck craned up to wrap his mouth around your breast as you moaned, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m… fuck…”

You sat up, grinding faster against him as Eddie’s arm came around to hold your chest. Steve watched in aw as you turned to kiss the metalhead, your tongues dancing with one another. He swallowed your moans as you came, trembling as you leaned your head back to shout their names.

You grinned as you panted, climbing off of Steve and falling to the side. Without you in the way, Eddie leaned down closer to the other boy’s chest as he pushed deeper into him.

You watched them in an aw of your own. The way they moaned especially Steve was obscenely beautiful. Rolling on to your side, you kissed his shoulder up to his lips.

“He feels amazing, doesn’t he? Eddie knows how to hit just the right spots.” His honey eyes stare at you as you lick your palm and reach down to stroke his cock.

“Fuck me…”

“Cum, baby. Cum for us.”

Steve eyes close as Eddie delivers a few hard thrusts. He searches for you as he pulls your mouth to his, giving you a sloppy open mouth kiss as he cums, spilling ropes of his seed onto your hand and Eddie’s tummy.

The other man chases his own high, gripping on to Steve’s legs. The sound of skin slapping fills the room as he releases inside of him. They both pant aggressively before Eddie gently pulls out of and falls onto Steve’s chest. You stroke his hair, pushing it out of his face and finding a soft smile.

Tumbling off the bed, you disappear into the bathroom and come back with a wash rag.

“Eddie, sweetie, you have to move.” You grin as he shakes his head before groaning and rolling to the side. To both of your surprises, Steve wraps his arm around him, bringing his head back to his chest. His fingers tangled through his hair as you cleaned him up.

After throwing the rag in a near by hamper, you grab one of their shirts off the floor, throwing it around your shoulders before lazily buttoning it up.

“I love you guys.” Steve’s voice is low and gravelly as you crawl back into bed beside him. “I’m serious. I know I don’t say it a lot or as much as I should but—”

You tenderly place your hand on his lip, cutting him off. “We don’t doubt you, baby. Trust me. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. Even just the bare minimum, ya know? Eddie tells me stories all the time about you two and how you’ve been there for him.” The boy turns on to his chin to look up at Steve and smile.

“Oh my god and Dylan. Weirdo never shuts up about how cool he thinks you are and how happy you make him when you hang out with him. Steve,” you lean up on your elbow so you can look down at his face. “We know you struggle with words but its ok. You show us every day that you love us.”

He grins, craning his neck to kiss your lips.

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Eddie runs up behind you and quickly takes the box you were carrying to the house out of your hands.

“No ma’am.” He sticks his tongue out at you as he jogs inside the front door.

“Are you guys seriously not going to let me help!?”, you call after him.

He sprints past you stopping to kiss your cheek before jumping into the moving truck. You smile as you watch both men bring down the couch with Dylan laying on top of it.

“Oh sure. I can’t lift boxes but he can get carried around?”

“Shit, she’s right.” You lightly smack Steve’s chest as they set down the sofa. “You, off.” He points to your son who giggles as he slides down. Strong arms suddenly lift you in the air and lay you on the furniture.

They grin at each other as they lift the piece of furniture again. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“I hate you both.”

“No you don’t.” They set the couch down in the living room and Eddie reaches for your hand helping you back up.

“Why don’t you and little man start going through stuff?”

You scowl jokingly at Steve.

“Oof. Beware that look, gentleman. It means trouble.” Eddie’s uncle strides through the doorway.

“Hi, Wayne!” Dylan runs to him and gives him a hug.

“See? We got more help. And Robin’s coming over later to.”

“Oh? Are you going to make her stay inside to? I’d love to see that.”

“Are you kidding? Robin’s scary. She can do whatever she wants.” Steve chuckles as he rapidly runs away back towards the truck with Eddie and Wayne in tow.

“What do you say, weirdo? Want to help me get our new home put together?”

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buldakdrama · 9 months

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5 Fantasy K-Drama to take you on a trip to Fantasia

K-dramas have always been the biggest and best escape for us fans. After a long and tiring day at work or school, all we want is to melt down into the couch and watch our comfort Kdramas for the ultimate healing. This comfort may add up with some thrill and excitement and take the overall experience on a different level when the theme of the drama deals with fantasy.

Just imagine, a bowl full of snacks and a magical mystical drama to make you forget about all the struggles about the day - exciting, isn’t it?

This is what brings us here today to write about the 5 fantasy K-dramas that will leave you wailing for more. So, let's get into the list,

1. Goblin - The lonely and great god (2016)

When the talk is about fantasy k-dramas, there is no way Goblin - the lonely and great god can be missed! This 2016 drama is undoubtedly one of the exemplary ones in kdrama history. It tells the story of a military general Kim Shin, played by Gong Yoo, who is framed and killed as a traitor. He, however, becomes an immortal Goblin because of the curse he receives from the almighty. The only person to help break his curse is Goblin’s Bride, played by Kim Go Eun as Ji Eun Tak. This drama also features Lee Dong Wook and Yoo In Na in two very interesting roles. The storyline progresses as the Goblin meets Ji Eun Tak and falls in love on the way to seek his respite from his immortal life. Ji Eun Tak also accepts magical changes in her life brought by the Goblin. This drama is a perfect inclusion in your list if you fancy supernatural boyfriends. Moreover, the magical elements, such as seeing ghosts, opening doors to different places, flying cutlery, summoning Goblin with a blown-out candle etc., can work as the perfect distraction of the heavy angst hidden behind. All in all, this drama certainly has the potential to become one of your most favorite dramas of all time and that is why you should give it a try if you have not yet.

2. Hotel Del Luna (2019)

Till this date Hotel Del Luna is one of the most unique dramas to be ever made. From the plot to the characterization, everything is unmatched. This 2019 fantasy drama deals with the story of a supernatural hotel, where the souls of deceased people come and rest for a few days before they carry on their journey towards their next life. Hotel Del Luna is run by Jung Man Wol, played by IU, who is bound to this hotel in a neither alive nor dead state due to the sins she committed in her lifetime. The only way Jung Man Wol can break free is by seeing off the very last guest of the hotel. However, for that she needs some assistance and that is provided by the hotel’s new manager Koo Chan Sung, played by Yoo Jin Goo. The story unfolds one by one as Man Wol and Chan Sung solve various issues associated with the guests of the hotel, gradually seeing off the staff Man Wol has worked closely with. This magical theme of the drama goes hand in hand with the philosophical development. Man Wol and Chan Sung duo sometimes fight evil spirits with magical powers and sometimes they root for helping out their ghost guests with their (freshly-ended) life conflicts as they keep on entertaining the viewers without a single boring episode. Hotel Del Luna not only brings a magical refreshment but also enriches the viewers with some crucial life lessons in a very philosophical way. And that is what makes it a must watch for you.

3. Tale of the Nine tailed (2020)

Are you interested in Korean folklore? And do you enjoy horror? If yes, then Tale of the Nine Tailed is the right drama for you. This 2020 drama tells of a tale associated with a Gumiho, nine tailed fox and his immortal journey to find his first love’s reincarnated version in 2020. Lee Yeon, played by Lee Dong Wook, is a nine tailed fox who gave up his mountain spirit position to find his first love, A Eum, again. A Eum is now reincarnated as Nam Ji Ah, played by Jo Bo Ah, who comes across Lee Yeon while looking for her lost parents. The story progresses when Lee Rang, Lee Yeon’s brother (played by Kim Bum), wakes up the imoogi in order to take revenge on his brother. Imoogi, played by Lee Tae Ri, is the main villain of the story and makes the drama more and more intriguing. The drama is sometimes bone-chilling, sometimes packed with action and sometimes deals with loneliness of the characters’ lives. Again, if you are a fan of the supernatural boyfriend trope then you are bound to enjoy Tale of the Nine tailed.

4. The King: Eternal Monarch (2019)

Fantasy mixed with royalty, that too in modern context? Perfect, isn’t it? Yes, that is what you get from The King: Eternal Monarch. The story of this 2019 drama sets in place when the King of Kingdom of Corea, Lee Gon, played by Lee Min Ho, finds a door that leads him to a parallel world, and he lands in Republic of Korea. There he comes across Lieutenant Jung Tae Eul, played by Kim Go Eun, someone he already knew but never got to see before. They fall in love as the story progresses but start to face several complications as two different worlds start mixing up with each other due to the villain’s advances. The fantasia of this drama lies in the magical power of a royal flute, which can open doors to several different versions of the universe, can delay death and age, can change, stop and help in traveling through time. The drama is a perfect example of a rom-com with a magical backdrop, a perfect choice when you need something light-hearted yet thrilling to enjoy.

5. The Sound of Magic (2022)

“Annarasumanara” – the sound of magic, is the most realistic fantasy drama to be included in the list. This 2022 drama represents a perfect picturization of struggles and survivals. The story deals with the life of a young, intelligent yet poor schoolgirl Yoon Ah Yi, played by Choi Sung Eun. She fights for her survival each day as she tries to pay off her father’s debt while paying for her and her sister’s school fees all alone. By the turn of events, she meets Ri Eul, played by Ji Chang Wook, who is a magician sheltered in an abandoned amusement park. Ri Eul brings a wave of magic and happiness in the tough life of Yoon Ah Yi and soon they get another companion, Na Il Deung. Na Il Deung, played by Hwang In Youp, is Yoon Ah Yi’s classmate and the top student, who is immensely burdened with his parents’ expectations. Both of them try to find a respite from their real life struggles with the help of Ri Eul’s magic. With only 6 episodes this drama can make you cry and smile at the same time. The character of Ri Eul is so mysterious yet so touching that it will leave you wanting for more, especially because of the twist in the end.

So, this is our list of 5 fantasy Kdramas that will take you on a trip to fantasia. Nevertheless, Doom at your service, Strong Woman Do Bong Soon, Moon Lovers: Scarlet heart, My Love From The Star etc. are some of the standard recommendations that you can go with without any hesitation.

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bunnymallowo · 1 year

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My mate Azriel x reader

Okay, this was originally going to just be an idea sent to my friend, but then it got kind of out of hand🤣😅😅

*smut in between the ///////

apologies if the smut isn’t the best, I’m used to writing fully/angsty stuff <3

So basically, the idea is that y/n and her friend are at Rita’s, y/n is being cocky about how she can get anyone to go home with her, and that results in a bet :)

A/N I kinda changed about how the mating bond works, like when it snaps into place, and what usually occurs after cause ya girl needed some fluff <33 (don’t forget the soup 😉)

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“I’m telling you Luc, I could get any one of them to go home with me!” I exclaimed confidently, gesturing to the people around us. “Are you sure?? ANYONE??” Lucy leaned farther back into the cushions of the booth, taking a sip from her drink with an amused expression on her face. “yes! Anyone!” I threw my hands up defensively, rolling my eyes, blissfully unaware of the three males listening to us from the corner. Lucy looked around, for the poor soul that would fall victim to tonight’s bet. “Fine then y/n, I get to choose the male, and you have to take him home” Lucy grinned at her. “fine by me” I smiled back, drinking the rest of my drink, and shaking the other girls’ hand. I hummed softly, thinking the challenge was going to be easy, because I knew I had good skills, plus most of these men were drunk enough to not care about anything else anyway.

Lucy searched for a bit, looking for the perfect male, before her eyes settled on the three Illyrian men in the corner, who were curiously watching us. “Him.” Lucy pointed towards their table. Smirking confidently.

“who?-” I turned around to follow Lucy’s pointed finger, my eyes widened when i saw who the finger was pointing at. “LUC!” I squealed, sinking down into my seat, hiding from the gaze of the men a few tables away. “What?? Y/N, you said ANYONE” Lucy giggled, “Luc! You know I can’t talk to him! He’s- he’s-” I whined softly. She knew I liked him, I mean, who wouldn’t like him, he looked like a god. She did this on purpose and I know it. She just smiled, “maybe he’s your mate~” she laughed, and I just glared at her. “Yea right, as if I would be THAT lucky” I rolled my eyes, but not pushing the thought away. She laughed, standing up and walking away as unknown footsteps came closer. “Have fun~” Lucy waved over her shoulder as I backed farther into the booth, unsure who the footsteps belonged too.

I kept my gaze at the table until well after the footsteps stopped. When I finally dared to look up I was met with a pair of the most beautiful hazel eyes I’d ever seen. Standing, with his hands resting on the table, watching me with a certain look in his eye, that I just couldn’t place, was none other than Azriel, the shadowsinger. I tried to speak but no words were forming, and it didn’t help how amused he looked at my inability to speak. What did he want? Why was he here? Let alone SMILING at me!! I could’ve fainted right then.

it’s not that I wouldn’t love to take him home with me, he was so, so perfect. I had dreamed countless times of running my hands through his hair and kissing his lips, but now that he was here. Standing in front of me, wings slightly spread, shadow’s flitting about around him, the dream didn’t seem so out of reach. It was all I could do to make myself look away from his intense gaze. “Umm.. H-hello-..” I whispered, barely loud enough to hear. I giggled softly at a cool feeling on my arm, when looking to investigate, there was a shadow swirling around my hand and wrist. The feeling was odd, unknown, but not unwelcome. It felt cool, but still warming, I smiled softly, then felt my head being tilted up. I tensed, my eyes being met with very close hazel ones. Azriel must have sat down at some point while I was distracted.

“hello darling~ And what’s your name?” he purred softly, looking down at me, smiling. I gulped “y/n…” smiling nervously, I now wished I hadn’t finished my drink from earlier. “Y/n.. suck a lovely name” be brushed the hair from my face. Gah! Where was Lucy when I needed her?! I looked around frantically for her, trying to ignore the male sitting awfully close to me. I sighed, smiling softly when I found Lucy dancing freely, almostnat one with the music and her drink in hand. Enjoying herself, and surrounded by people. Just the way she liked it. I steadied my breathing, glancing back to Azriel “should you not be with your friends?” I asked, tilting my head, and gesturing to the now empty table, confused as to where the other two went. Before I could question, he answered me. “Your company seemed better” he shrugged, running a hand through his hair. I had to refrain from reaching up and brushing the hair from his face. “Can I show you something?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. I glanced to where Lucy was now sitting “I- I mean…”I chewed softly on my lip. This could be my chance, but i didn’t want to leave my friend. “Okay..” I said, softly smiling at him. He grinned, getting out of the booth, standing up, and waiting for me to get up. “Let me tell Lucy I’m leaving. She’ll have a fit otherwise” I pointed towards Lucy, walking over ‘she’s gonna have a fit over who I’m leaving with.. that’s for sure..’ I put my hands on Lucy’s shoulder’s, giggling when she jumped out of her seat into a weak fighting stance “woah, easy soldier” I waited for her to sit back down before telling her I was leaving, covering my ears and walking away before I had to endure her squealing. “Okay, we can go now.” I smiled softly, brushing past Azriel and outside into the cool night. “it’s faster if we fly.” I heard a voice behind me, only moments before I was scooped off the ground. Startled, I clung onto his neck. He just chuckled at me “you’re not afraid of heights. Right?” He smirked again. Oh how I wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face. “No.” I said defensively, huffing. His only response was a soft laugh before we shot into the sky. I screamed, clinging to him tighter, not used to flying in someone’s arms. “something wrong darling?~” he purred as he leveled the flying. “Fuck off..” I grumbled, daring to look around, gasping softly at how small everything looked from above, still being able to make out some of the places in Velaris that I frequently visited. After a few more moments of flying, we landed on a balcony. Confused, I looked up to Az for an explanation “look y/n” he extended his arm outwards, off the edge of the balcony. When I looked out, I saw the most amazing view of Velaris, I didn’t want to stop looking “it’s beautiful-…” I said quietly, wishing to capture that view in my head forever. “Just like you,” he stopped next to me, seeming like he wanted to say more, but just stood silently. I glanced up at him “you haven’t been this quiet all night” I tilted my head at him, smiling at how peaceful he looked. There was a certain kind of spark in his eye that matched perfectly with the smile on his lips. It was everything I could do to not wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I had hoped that’s why he brought me here, and I’d waited for so long, what was waiting a while longer.

It was as if he read my mind because suddenly there were a pair of strong hands on my waist and warm lips on mine. I melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I had waited so long for this moment, and I never wanted it to end. I ran my fingers through his hair, and it was so much softer that I could have imagined. He bit softly at my bottom lip, and I gladly parted them, letting his tongue explore the inside of my mouth.

I wanted to whine when we had to part to breathe. I missed the taste of his lips, it was intoxicating.

When I looked up to him, he was breathing heavier, more uneven. He had a look in his eyes that was drastically different from before, darker, there was a different intent in those hazel eyes. When I tried to pull away from him, it felt like there was a string tugging my heart back towards him. His hands tightened their grip on my waist as if I was the only thing keeping him centered in the moment. “Can I?..” he look down at me, and I nodded, knowing what he meant. “Az!” I squeaked when he suddenly picked me up, carrying my away from the edge of the balcony and into what appeared to be his bedroom. I was going to make a joking comment about how he didn’t even get me dinner first.

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My thoughts were interrupted when I was pressed against the wall, and his lips were attached to my neck, kissing and biting against the skin. His hands found their way up my back and to the lacing of my dress, quickly untying it and pulling it off. I tried to watch where it went, but the rest of the room was too dark, and my attention had been drawn back to Azriel’s hands now freely roaming my body. “Azriel~” I whined, the ache in my core growing with each second. His hands stopped as he gently set me on the floor, trailing kisses down my neck, chest, and abdomen, until he was on his knees on the ground. Never in my life had I thought the Illyrian male would be on his knees for someone. Let alone me. Before I could process anything more, he had one of my legs slung over his shoulder, kissing and biting at my inner thigh.

My underwear had to be soaked by now, and by the look he had just given me, they were. I blushed bright red, opening my mouth and starting to say something, being interrupted once again, this time by Azriel licking a long, slow strip up my core. I gasped, arching my back off the wall, melting into his touch. The shadowsinger had since removed the rest of my clothing, pulling my other leg over his shoulder. He placed gentle kisses over the sensitive skin, chuckling at the soft whines it caused. He started kissing his way back up my body, his hands still lingering near my core. When he finally reached my mouth again, my legs were back around his waist. He brushed the hair out of my face, smirking at me. I was panting, I tilted my head, unsure what to make if his expression, when I felt two of his fingers enter into my core, the aching feeling leaving.

“Fuck!~” I grabbed onto him, nails digging into his shoulders. He held them still for a minute, before slowly moving them in and out. I was panting softly, still holding tightly onto him, his shadows swirling around us slowly. Soon I felt that familiar tension building inside, the chord tightening “Azriel~” I whined softly, trying to warn him. He must have known because he went back to kissing and sucking my neck. his fingers curled inside me moving faster as my climax neared. Then, the world around me shattered, it was pure bliss, and nothing like I’d ever felt before.

when I came back to reality, azriel was smiling at me. He kissed my forehead softly “good girl” he purred, slowly removing his fingers. I was panting, whining softly at the loss of his touch. I blushed bright red as he held eye contact with me as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. It was as if he needed to remember this forever. Though I was embarrassed, the last thing I wanted to do was look away.

when he was done, he gently set my legs back onto the ground. ”more..please..” I looked up at him, pleading. I had always dreamt of him touching me like this, of him touching me at all, and I couldn’t help it. There was something that was tugging me to him. It was like I couldn’t get enough. he seemed to think for a moment.

“Bed. Now.” He growled, and had an almost predatory look in his eyes. I nodded, hurrying to the bed, not wanting to see him mad. Well, maybe I did want to see him mad..just not now..not in this moment

I was looking around, but it was too dark to see him until he was right next to the bed. I knew he looked good, but damn! He could’ve been a god with a body like that. I let my eyes wander all over his body, smiling softly. I looked up to him “ they weren’t wrong about an Illyrians wingspan correlating to other parts” I giggled, brushing stray hair out of his face, feeing that tug on my heart string again. He just chuckled, climbing on the bed, and getting in between my legs. “Sweetheart, they weren’t wrong about many things” he kissed my lips again, positioning himself. He brushed the hair out of my face, smiling at me “so beautiful” he whispered, slowly entering, stopping every so often to make sure I wasn’t hurt.

Once the whole way in, he stopped, checking to see that I wasn’t in pain. When I tugged him closer to kiss him again, he started moving, his pace was slow at first, watching my pained expressions turn into ones of pleasure. I took a risk and lightly ran one of my fingers against his wing. He groaned, shuddering. “I guess they weren’t wrong about much, two for two” I giggled when he suddenly started to pick up speed, and my whines turned into full on moans.

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on “Az!~” I arched my back off the bed as he hit the perfect spot. He positioned himself so he would hit that spot with every thrust. I could feel the tension building, threatening to snap “Az~fuck~close~” I whined, wrapping my legs around his waist “already princess?~” he chuckled, leaning down to whisper in my ear “cum for me~” he bit softly at my earlobe, and that sent me over the edge. My world shattered again, and I think I saw stars, a few thrusts later and Azriel came too. He let me ride out my high, before slowly pulling out. He leaned down to gently kiss me.

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“Do you want a bath?” He asked gently, and I nodded, too tired, and stunned to speak. Had that really just happened? I couldn’t believe it. As he walked away it felt as though that string on my heart snapped into place. I knew what it meant, it had felt just as though my sister had described it to me, but it couldn’t be. He couldn’t be my mate.

I shut my eyes, almost ready to let sleep take over when a pair of arms, one under my waist, and the other behind my knees, lifted me off the bed. I whined softly in protest, opening my eyes slightly, I was met with two warm hazel eyes, and a soft kiss on the forehead.

“are you okay?” Azriel asked as he gently lowered me into the tub. The hot water felt like heaven, and I wanted to wrap myself in it like a blanket. I hummed, nodding softly in response “just perfect..” I yawned again, sleep still wanting to take over “tired..but perfect” i smiled, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the tired. Azriel laughed , sitting beside the tub in case I needed anything. He had already brought me water, and some snacks “ooh! Food” I exclaimed happily, eating some, then sinking back into the tub, watching the steam.

“why,” I sighed, thinking of my wording ��why DID you come up to me tonight at Rita’s?” I looked over to Az, meeting his gaze and waiting for an answer. “I-“ he stopped to think “you just seemed..” he stopped. I tilted my head curiously “you looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. Plus when I overheard what you said to your friend..who was it..Lucy?? I just couldn’t help myself” he grinned and I splashed water at him in a response. After a bit longer in the water, when my hips had stopped hurting and my body relaxed, I looked up Azriel who had stood back up “towel please..” I whined softly, waiting as he grabbed a towel form seemingly nowhere and unfolded it so I could wrap myself in it. I gladly took the towel, wrapping it around myself. he picked me back up without saying anything and carried me back to his room.

after he gave me clothes to wear, that were bigger than I’d thought they’d be, I turned to look at him. “Earlier.. you said you heard what I said to Luc at Rita’s.. eavesdropping isn’t very gentleman like you know” I stuck my tongue out at him. “oh no..what ever will I do..” he rolled his eyes, chuckling. My heart strings tugged forwards again, wanting to be closer to him, to hold onto him.

I wondered if he felt the same tug that I did, but with that mask over his face, I couldn’t always tell what he was feeling. I debated wether to say anything, or to just ignore it. I thought of how my sister and her mate found out, which I guess this was a better outcome than that.. but I didn’t want to accept it. I couldn’t accept it, for fear he wouldn’t. I should say SOMETHING about it. Lucy would kill me if I told her that I didn’t tell him…

I must have had some expressing on my face cause I felt a warm hand against the side of my face, i immediately leaned into the welcoming, safe touch. “Do..do you feel it too??…” I said, barely above a whisper. Azriel tilted his head “Hm?” My heart sunk a little “the, the tug..” I muttered, looking up at him, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. He studied my face, his etched with concern. “Hey, don’t cry” he wiped the tears that dared fall from my eyes “I felt it too, I felt it long before I talked to you..” he pulled me closer.

“I’ve waited so long for this..” I muttered, holding tightly onto him, almost afraid it would all disappear. “Me too y/n..me too..” he replied, kissing me gently. I pulled away slightly “does that mean you’re-“ he cut me off my putting a finger over my lips “yes, it means I’m your mate” I grinned into his chest, my heart sang happily my mate my mate my Mate. He laid down onto his bed. I wondered when the sheets had gotten changed. ‘House magic’ I assumed. He ran his hands through my hair, holding me close to him, his wings curled around us, shadows calming down. I shut my eyes, finally welcoming the darkness of sleep.

I awoke with a jolt, unsure of where I was, and panicked. These weren’t my clothes, this was my bed, OR my room. And my house doesn’t smell like Cedar and cinnamon. I sat up as both memories from the previous night, and a pounding headache came flooding in. I groaned, burying my face back into the pillows.

there was a soft knock on the door, and after a few seconds I could hear it opening. “Y/n, Love, It’s almost noon, I brought you some soup.” I opened my eyes, smiling softly at the man in front of me. My mate. I still couldn’t believe it. I forced myself to sit up, happily taking the soup and eating it, slowly letting the thoughts of last night in “LUCY!” I yelled frantically, looking up at Az “oh cauldron! Lucy’s gonna be so worried!” I set the tray down and started to get up, but two strong hands pushed be back to sitting “Y/N, calm down, it’s okay. Cass and rhys told her you were staying at the house with us.” Great..and I thought I could get away without telling her everything for a bit longer.. “I’m sorry for them” I laughed softly, Azriel looked confused “she squeals..really..REALLY loud when she’s excited about something.” I grinned, at the look on his face. He nodded with understanding. “The other’s are downstairs If you wanna go down, or we could just stay up here?” He offered, waiting for a decision, stretching his wings out. Could I meet them? Would they want to meet me? I thought about it for a bit, deciding I should meet them now rather than prolonging it. “Okay..” I said nodding. Standing up “I’d like to meet them..” he kissed me gently, taking my hand and walking down the stairs.

never had I thought last night was going to go as well as it did. Nor had I thought Lucy was going to be right. I steadied my breath as we walked into the room. I was finally going to meet the Inner circle.

I kept my gaze steady on the ground as we walked in, I could hear the talking get quieter as we approached the table. I held tighter onto Azriel, glancing up at the other’s. “Hello..I’m-..” I took a deep breath “I’m y/n” I smiled softly, studying everyone’s faces. Feyre and Mor looked the most excited, Cassian seemed intrigued and Rhys nodded politely, smiling. It was all I could do to not hide behind my mate.

we sat down at the table, and everyone continued their previous conversation, Feyre and Mor bombarding me with questions. Not to be rude, just curious. I answered them to the best of my abilities. The eventually left me alone, questions ceasing.

i grabbed Az’s hand underneath the table. Squeezing it gently, I leaned closer, yawning. He looked at me, his hazel eyes sparkling. Squeezing my hand back, and kissing my forehead.“Tired love?” He whispered softly, I nodded, groaning in response. “I’m sorry, I can’t keep my lady up” he shrugged, grinning, and standing up, picking me up with him.

his lady

the words rang in my ears, my face and ears burning slightly. I smiled, holding tighter onto him as he walked back up the stairs. I was almost asleep as he walked back into his room, gently laying my on the bed, sitting next to me, and gently rubbing my back “go to sleep love” he Purred softly as I patted the spot next to me, wanting to be closer to him. “Lay” I whined softly, pouting out my bottom lip.

he chuckled quietly, laying in the vacant spot on his bed. I happily rolled over, laying my head on his chest, feeing his arms wrap protectively around me. “You’re never leaving me now. You’re stuck with me..foreverrr!”He exclaimed squeezing me lightly, making me giggle. “I don’t know, forever seems like a long time” I leaned up, kissing him gently. “But with you, forever isn’t long enough.” I smiled, laying my head back on his chest, sighing happily.

I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I could have wished on all the stars in Velaris and never even dreamt this could happen. I found him, my mate…I couldn’t wait to tell Lucy, but for now, Az felt so warm and sleep was so welcoming. ‘Tomorrow’ I thought. I’ll tell her tomorrow…

A/N: okay, this was a lot longer than I originally intended, and it spieled off more than I thought. Why does my writing just end up showing what I want in a relationship.. damn I’m lonely…😭😭<3

#azriel #azriel x reader #i need therapy #no sleeep #azriel smut #no sleep for me #azriel fluff #azriel acotar #Can’t forget the soup #fluffy fluffs #it’s literally 3am

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Bloom (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3

A/N: Barely Edited! Sorry for typos etc.

Part Two

Warnings: ALLLLL of them.

“Exhale it all as stardust and art”- Butterflies Rising

You wake the next day to Amelia banging on your door. “Wake up, time to spill the deets!” She says cheerfully.

You are shocked because you’re positive she drank more than you did.

“Well Im up now! What do you want to know?” You reply.

“Tell me what happened when you saw him walking over to us!” She questions.

“Well after my soul left my body when I realized it was him, we took those shots and and I calmed down immediately. He has a weird calming energy and I didn’t feel nervous talking to him anymore. Gosh Amelia he was so nice and tender and he couldn’t stop touching me all night. I can’t believe we met last night. Thank god for that blowout.” You laugh.

“See, I told you blowouts have magical powers!” She said.

“Did you kiss?!!” She begs

“Yes we did have one kiss last night when he was walking us in” you tell her.

“When are you going to see him again!?” She says.

“Well, he said and I quote, “Until next time”…so whenever that is.” You say.

“Oh my gosh that is so good! You met him on Raya so who is this guy?” She questions.

“Actually I have no idea, him and his brothers are in a band but I don’t know the name. I didn’t ask or anything, did Danny say anything to you?” you ask her.

“No we didn’t even talk about him being in a band” she says smirking.

“Oh well, I feel like everyone is in a band in this town.” I say dismissively.

“Yeah you’re right about that” she says walking off to the other room.

The rest of your Sunday was uneventful, you fought the urge to text Josh, so that you didn’t come off as needy. You want him to make the next move. That doesn’t mean you don’t want to though. In fact he is all you’ve thought about all day. When the day passes with no text you chalk to it up to him being busy and leave it at that. You get ready for bed and quickly fall asleep wondering what tomorrow will bring.

You wake up in the morning and grab your phone off the night stand, you have a text from Josh. You quickly sit up and read it.

Josh: I thought about you all day. I was waiting to hear from you but I couldn’t wait anymore. So hi. I was wondering if you have plans on Wednesday? Let me know.

Oh gosh, he was waiting on you!? That’s the last time you ever do that! You quickly check your calendar and see if you have anything important going on, on Wednesday.

You: I thought about you too. Sorry to keep you waiting! I do not have plans Wednesday. What do you have in mind?

You anxiously await his reply.

Josh: Do you think you and Amelia would want to come to one of our shows? We have one in Knoxville on Wednesday.

Knoxville, you think. Isn’t that like 3 hours away from Nashville? You’ll have to ask Amelia what she thinks but you already know she is going to say yes.

You think about it for a second, and decided to ask her really quick. You pull up her contact and send her a quick screen shot of you and Josh’s conversation with a question mark.

She replies quickly,

Amelia: Aww Pen he likes you! Yes, we should totally go. Why not! I’ll drive.

You formulate your response to Josh.

You: Okay, I talked to Amelia, she is totally down to come watch your show! Looks like we will be there!

Josh: Danny is going to be thrilled. Me too of course. ;) I’ll text you the address and how to get back stage when I have the info. Can’t wait to see you again pretty girl.

There it is again, that nick name quickly becoming your favorite.

You: I am looking forward to it. :)

You and Josh continue to have small sporadic conversations over the next day or so, just anxiously awaiting Wednesday.

The day finally arrives, and around 9:00AM you get a text from Josh with the address and where to go to get in.

You and Amelia decide to leave around 2:00 so that you have plenty of time before the show starts to see the guys. Josh had told you that the show started at 6:00PM, so an hour would be enough right?

After the 3 hour car ride to Knoxville, you arrive and park in the parking garage across from what you now see is an Arena with a huge line of people waiting.

“Wow” you say to Amelia, “they must be opening for someone big!”

She nods agreeably and you get out and walk over to the will call window and wait for your turn.

You tell her what Josh had told you to say, “Hi, we are here to pick up our access passes.” You give her your last names and ID’s and she pulls out 2 lanyards and slides them through the hole in the window.

“Here you are, have a good night” she smiles.

You and Amelia look at each other so confused, when you look at the Badges hanging from the lanyards.

It has an illustration of a hooded man surrounded by stars and underneath, Access All Areas - VIP Guest.

You and Amelia look at each other shocked. “Wow look at us, all important” she squeaks.

You head to the doors where a guard is and ask how where you need to go. He pulls out his radio and says something incoherent and shortly another man appears and leads you backstage.

After a long walk down multiple hallways he knocks on a door and says “one of them will probably answer… maybe” he shakes his head laughing and walks away.

You stand there nervously waiting for the door to open and you see Sam.

“Oh my gosh I didn’t know you two were coming! Long time no see, come on in! We are just doing out pre show festivities.” He says excitedly.

You walk in a scan the room and you see Josh, in a White Velvet bedazzled jumpsuit, and a lady is applying what looks like Rhinestones on his face. Next you see Danny, talking to who you can reasonably assume is Josh’s twin brother Jake. You can’t hear what they are saying but you see Jake ask Danny a question and Danny shake his head and say yes.

You feel your cheeks blush a little bit and you turn to look at Amelia who is already running over to hug Danny. You are standing there by your self feeling a little but awkward when Sam says, “Come on let’s go make some drinks.”

A drink is so what you need right now. He pours you up a Vodka Soda and you take a few big sips just to calm your nerves. You look around again and think to your self that this is a pretty nice dressing room for an opener.

The lady finished up on Josh’s rhinestones and he catches sight of you and begins to make his way over to you.

“I am so glad you guys made it, it’s going to be a great show!” He says cheerfully.

“I totally wasn’t expecting an arena! Who are you guys opening for?” You question.

Sam about chokes on his drink and says “Honey, we aren’t the opener, we are the headliner.”

At that moment all the thoughts drain from your head and you are staring blankly at Josh who is searching your face nervously for some kind of reaction.

“What? What is the name of your band? Have I heard your music?” You ask looking between the two of them.

“Greta Van Fleet is the name of our band” Josh says nervously rubbing his hands together.

The wheels begin to turn in your mind and you recognize that name from one of your Spotify playlists. You can’t quite place a song at the moment but you realize that this isn’t just some gig for a small band trying to make it. This is their tour, and they have already made it.

Things quickly start to fall into place when you think about some of the things he has told you or said over the last couple of days.

“Wow, I had no idea, why didn’t you tell me?” You ask him.

“Well I didn’t want you to have any preconceived notions about me, I didn’t want to ruin something that was happening so organically.” He says with a soft smile. He grabbed your hand and said “I wanted one thing in my life to be as normal and ordinary as possible, but I am quickly finding this to be more than ordinary.” he says staring into your eyes with a soft smile.

Sam excuses himself from your conversation and as you stand there in the moment you hear Jake yell out, “Alright time for a shot!” You look at Josh and say “funny, isn’t this exactly what happened last time I saw you?” He laughs and agrees.

You all hang out in the dressing room, you and Amelia watch the boys warm up and little and goof around and you’re both talking about how excited you are to see them play.

About a half hour later someone knocks on the door and gives them a ten minute warning. At this point they have all changed into very intricately designed suits with embellishments and adornments carefully placed for the most effect. A few of them have put on a touch of make up and they all look stunning.

You all begin the walk down the hall to get to the backside of the stage. You can faintly hear music playing from inside the arena. Josh’s assistant leads you and Amelia to the the left side of the stage and points and shows you how to get into the seating area so you can watch the show, and what to do after it was over, although she did tell us we were free to come and go from backstage as much as we pleased.

You hear music begin to get louder and the crowd beginning to cheer thunderously as the lights go down. It is pitch black back stage and all you can see is red lighting from the stage and smoke from a smoke machine. Amelia runs over to Danny and you see them hug out of the corner of your eye.

Josh runs over to you and says “Alright, it’s time. I’ll see you on the other side. This one’s for you.”

He smiles excitedly and pulls you in for a quick and unsuspecting kiss. Again his lips on yours lights a fire inside of you that you never want to go out. Just as soon as you open your eyes you see him slide off his shoes next to the stairs and run up onto the stage. Jake is collecting his guitar from the side of the stage and a quickly follows after Josh giving you a small head nod.

You and Amelia rush up to your seats and get there just in the nick of time. Suddenly you realize there has to be 30,000 people in this arena, and they are all there for these guys you met at a bar.

Amelia turns to you and says “I cannot believe this is our life right now!”

You look at her and shake your head, “honestly, me either!”

Suddenly you hear what you are assuming is Josh’s voice and the guitar building up when out of nowhere the curtain drops and the crowd goes absolutely insane. Josh and the guys look incredible. They begin to play and as you look to the crowd you see most everyone singing every single word to the song and recording on their phones. You see people dressed to the nines, in outfits that look like the ones the guys are wearing. You can tell they are true fans.

Josh sounds amazing, and it’s very apparent that Jake, who is on guitar, has his very own fan club. You can hear the people below you screaming his name and him doing the absolute most theatrical performance he can, for them. Sam is on bass, and Danny is on the drums and you see a few signs confessing their love for them as well.

About midway through the show you see Josh come down off of the stage and he begins to pass out white roses to people in the crowd, who are absolutely awe struck by him. The whole time he is grinning ear to ear and you can just tell that this is his passion and he loves making people happy. He shakes hands with a few girls after the roses are gone and then he is suddenly back on stage for the next song.

Amelia nudges you and tells you that she has to pee, so you both make your way backstage and head to the bathroom. She tells you she wants to watch the last bit of the show from the side of the stage and you agree. You have such a great view from here and you happily watch Josh as he occasionally catches a glance of you from the stage.

They finish the song and they all begin to exit quickly down the stairs. They are all sweating profusely and drinking down bottles of water.

Sam sprints past you, and heads straight for the bathroom. Josh walks over to you, out of breath, and says “So, what do you think so far?”

Your eyes widen and you say urgently, “Oh my god Josh are you kidding? You guys are amazing! I don’t know what I was expecting but you have definitely exceed it!”

“Well in about two minutes we are going to get back up there for a few more songs, and then I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and finishes the rest of his water as the guys begin to run back up the stairs to take their places on the stage. Josh runs up and the crowd goes nuts. The lights come back on as Josh says “Well, what do you think? One more?”

The really put on a hell of a show. They ended with a bang, literally. Fire, fireworks, the whole nine yards.

They all come down off the stage looking utterly beat. Josh motions for you and Amelia to follow them back to the dressing room. Once inside they all sit down and try to catch their breath. Their crew handing out waters and cigarettes to Sam. There are noticeably more people in the room than last time you were in here. Assistants, roadies and crew members all discussing what needed to happen in a few minutes. You and Amelia talk amongst yourself until Josh gets up and walks over to you and asks if you have to leave tonight or if you could stay.

Taken aback by the question you tell him that you and Amelia were planning to drive back tonight. He looks at me with a smirk and motions to Danny and Amelia who are on the couch getting very cozy. “I think that Danny and Amelia may have other plans for the evening…”

“So it would seem. Let me talk to her. I need to figure out what to do.” You say trying to think about possible situations.

“Well, I know it is kind of soon, but you are more than welcome to stay with me at my hotel tonight and drive back tomorrow morning.” He says sheepishly.

“I’m not sure how much fun I will be, since I am exhausted, but I will try to be a good host.” He jokes with you.

You think about possible scenarios in your mind. You think about how when you moved to Nashville you wanted to try to be more carefree and open to new experiences, and you make your decision. “Okay. I’ll tell Amelia.” You say confidently.

“Really? Great!” Josh says excitedly.

After a round of drinks while everyone changes and gets cleaned up, you pull Amelia to the side to tell her that you have decided to stay with Josh tonight. “Oh really? Thank god, Danny and I were trying to come up with a plan. I’ve already decided to call in sick tomorrow.” She says.

“Okay well this works out, I guess just, text me in the morning and we can hit the road.” you say. “Oh and hey Mill? Thanks for making me get that stupid app. I can’t believe this has worked out like this.” You say thankfully.

“Oh no problem, i’m not complaining either!” She says pointing to Danny, who is laughing at something Sam is acting out.

You hug her and go to find Josh.

“Hey pretty girl, I think that our van is going to leave here in about 5 minutes to take us to the hotel.”

You nod and smile at him and he links his arm with yours and slings a back pack over his other arm. You begin to walk out a side door to get to the van, and you are met with about 50 screaming fans wanting pictures and autographs from the guys. Josh tells you to get in the van and he will meet you in a second with a squeeze of your hand.

You and Amelia get in the back of the van and you watch as the guys take photos, sign autographs and joke with their fans. After a few minutes they all begin to pile in. You say to them, “wow they really love you guys!”. Danny chimes in, “we wouldn’t be here right now with out them!” The van pulls out and we head to the hotel which is very close by. Their assistant is already waiting with room keys for the guys. We all pile into the elevator and Josh pushes the button to take everyone to their floors. When the doors open at your floor you and Josh are the first ones out and you can hear Sam making kissy noises and saying “have a good night you two…” You blush and turn your head so that Josh can’t see. He grabs your hand and says “Sorry about that, he is 23 but sometimes I think he never matured past 14.” You laugh and shrug your shoulders as Josh unlocks the door with the room key.

Its a very nice hotel room with a large king sized bed, you immediately take your boots off as josh drops his back pack and duffle bag on the chair. He walks over and sits down on the bed and pats the spot next to him. You nervously walk over and sit down. He puts his hand gently on you arm and says

“Listen, I don’t want you to feel weird or awkward. There are no expectations and I am genuinely just happy that you are here. I don’t want you to think there is any pressure for anything to happen here. I just want you to know that.” He says reassuringly.

You aren’t sure what has come over you but you put your hand on his face and look into his eyes and say “Thank you.” You lean in and kiss him and you feel his hand lace its self through your arms and rest on your hip. He begins to kiss you back, your mouths both parting enough that he takes your bottom lip between his and sucks every so slightly. A grumble comes from his throat as he tightens his grip on your side.

You feel his tongue cross the threshold into your mouth and you taste the slight flavor of whiskey, part of his pre show ritual. Your tongues begin to dance melodically together fervently as he suddenly pulls away.

“Im sorry I don’t know what came over me. Right after I just said there was no pressure…” he continues until you cut him off. “I want this. If you do of course…” you say sheepishly, eyes searching his.

“I do, but when it’s right, and right now all I want is to lay in this bed and hold you and tell you how beautiful you look right now.” He says smiling at you.

You are taken aback by the blatant admission but you love how open he is with you.

“That sounds wonderful.” You say.

He jumps up and walks over to his duffle bag, crouching down and unzipping it, digging through it to find a t shirt. “Ah ha!” He says, and throws the t-shirt at you. “You can sleep in this if you want to.” He says hopefully.

“I will, thanks” you smirk.

He grabs some things from his bag and heads into the bathroom. While he is in there you quickly strip down to your underwear and throw on the t shirt, which smells exactly like Josh, and you slide into the plush and comfy bed. A few minutes later Josh emerges from the bathroom with s pair of sweatshirts and no shirt. He walks over and turns off the lamp on the other side of the room and closes the curtains. He plugs his phone into the charger and leaves it on the desk next to yours.

He walks over the bed and pulls the duvet back and slides in next to you like it is something he has always done. Everything that he does seems so natural and easy to him, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

He rolls onto his side and turns to face you and smiles when he sees you in his shirt. “It looks better on you than it does on me!” He laughs.

You laugh and push his arm a little. “Thank you for coming out here tonight to see the show. It really was special for me, knowing that you were there and waiting to see me when I came off the stage.” He says.

“Of course, I just wish you would have told me about the band and just how large of an event it was going to be” you laugh.

“I know, I should have but I was enjoying you too much to spoil it.” He says

“Spoil it?” You ask, “what do you mean”

“Well, as I’m sure you saw, we have quite a few fans and sometimes I worry that people only want to talk to me because of that. Which is why I didn’t bring it up, to see how things would play out naturally.” He says.

“Well, I was a bit shocked to be honest, and I think I have a lot of homework to do, to learn your entire discography.” You say “Because I’ll be damned if I go to another show and I can’t at least sing along” you joke.

He reaches over and rubs his hand over your cheek. He looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t. After a minute of just looking at each other he says “Are you tired?”

You nod and he rolls over to turn off the light. You roll onto your other side, facing away from him. He adjusts his pillow under his head and lets out a long deep breath before rolling back to his side.

The next thing you know you feel him inching his body closer to you until you feel your back pressed against his chest. His hand reaches over and pushes the hair away from your neck and he nuzzles his face into your neck when you hear him take a long inhale before he says “goodnight perfect girl” and places a soft kiss on the soft spot behind your ear. You blush again and say “goodnight josh, thanks for tonight.” His arm snakes under yours and rests gently on your waist. You soon recognize that he is asleep based on the even pattern of breathing you feel against your neck. Your heart is still racing and you wonder if you’ll even be able to sleep tonight.

You can see sunlight peaking around the edges of the curtains as you try to open your eyes. You realize you did manage to fall asleep and you slept soundly. You don’t remember waking up in the middle of the night as you usually do. It takes a minute for you to realize that you are still in the same position that you fell asleep in with one noticeable change. You can feel Josh’s erection buried into your back. He is completely entangled around you and closer than ever.

After a few minutes you decide to get up as carefully and quietly as possible and make your way over to your phone to check the time. 6:10AM. You sneak off to the bathroom to pee, and then make your way back into bed hoping to get a few more blissful minutes of cuddling.

You are able to slide right back into the bed except this time you're facing him. You see his eye lids flutter and slowly open when you see that beautiful smile you love creep across his face.

“Somehow you’re even more beautiful right now than in my dream.” he says reaching for your face. You giggle and push him over. He grabs your arm and pulls you over on top of him. You are face to face, nose to nose. His lips furiously find yours as he entwines both of his hands in your hair. You kiss him back deeper until your tongues are dancing together. His hands are underneath the hem of your shirt and they make their way to your back rubbing up and down your skin, lighting small fires upon every square inch they touch.

You feel his erection against your stomach growing impossibly harder. You make a move to flip over so that he is now on top of you. You continue to kiss each other fervently like there is nothing else in the world. Resting on his hands he crawls closer to you and runs his left hand from the top of your shoulder down to your knee, memorizing the shape of your body. He lays back down on top of you and you feel his length pressed directly to your core. It has been so long since you had felt anything down there and it was so sensitive you were sure that one touch would cause you to come undone.

“Josh” you say breaking the kiss, “please” you plead. You feel for the elastic of his boxers and gently tug.

He looks at you with a serious contemplative expression,“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes” you plead. You aren’t sure what has come over you but all you can think about is closing the distance between your bodies. In this moment you need him more than you need air.

He jumps up and digs around in his toiletry bag and returns to you. He quickly slides his boxers off, his dick springing free from the confines of his boxers. Nervously looking to you, he quickly climbs back into the same position, but sitting back on his feet, he opens the condom, discarding the packing on the floor and rolls it on in one fluid motion.

You pull him close to you and feel his lips trailing soft kisses down the side of your neck. He grabs the hem of the t-shirt and gently lifts it over your head, throwing it to the floor. He looks down at your body and breathlessly says, “you are magnificent”. You blush and turn your head and he smiles, noticing the blush creeping down your chest. “I will never get tired of that”.

You take his lips in yours as you feel his fingers hook through your underwear and he begins to slide them down your legs.

Once they are on the floor with the rest of your clothes you feel his fingers slide gently through the warm slit between your legs, “Oh my god baby you are so wet.” He says. He continues to run his fingers up and down in fluid motions before circling your clit repeatedly. You are squirming with anticipation as you feel your climax creeping forward.

“Josh wait!” You beg. He slows down, looking at you. “I want the first time to be together.” You say. A small smile creeps across his face and he removes his fingers from you, and begins to position himself at your welcome entrance.

You begin to breathe heavily, he notices and rubs his hand up and down your arm reassuringly.

A few second later you feel him slide gently inside of you.

Josh throws his head back and groans in pure ecstasy at the contact, making sure to hold still for a few seconds to let you adjust. You can feel every single inch stretching inside of you to accommodate his size. When you feel like you are acclimated you motion to him that he can go ahead.

He drops his head to your chest and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. His hands on either side of your head, he pulls slightly out and pushes back in. He does this slowly while focusing on your face for a few minutes before you call out, “more josh, please”.

You see a sparkle in his eye as he begins to pump in and out of your more fervently. Your lips crash to his, tongues exploring every inch of each others mouths. You’re panting as he works your body in ways you weren’t sure it could be worked.

He hitches your left leg up onto his side and he continues to work up to his climax. You are there, you are gently pressing your fingertips into the soft parts of his back, clinging to him and ready to be overtaken. “I am close Josh, I am gonna cum.” You pant.

“Cum, cum for me right now pretty girl, I am there, I am with you.” He breathes.

One more thrust and your walls tighten around his cock and you’re overwhelmed with your release. The only sound you hear is Josh succumbing to his own, with a loud guttural groan and you feel him filling the condom with his warm secretion.

He collapses on top of you breathing heavily. He kisses your forehead lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. He rolls off of you and gets up and walks to the bathroom. You hear the toilet flush and he returns with a warm washcloth.

He reaches out and presents it to you, “for the lady”. You laugh and graciously accept, and use it to clean your self up before you make your way to the bathroom.

When you return he is gathering his toiletries to get in the shower. “Care to partake?” He asks.

“You check your phone looking to see if Amelia had texted you yet, and when you realize she hadn’t you are happy to oblige. “Sure” you agree.

Josh had already started the shower, it was hot. Hot enough that steam was filling the bathroom already. You step in to the shower with him and he motions for you to go first. You wet your hair and rub the leftover makeup off your face before turning to him and letting him past. He steps under the steamy water and wets his curls first, water flowing down his body and you catch your self staring at his dick.

“See something you like angel?”

You look up, embarrassed and turn around to begin to wash your hair with the hotel provided mini bottles. He does the same, rinses himself and steps to the side to let you rinse. You’re face to face again and he is smiling at you. He reaches out and offers you his body wash. This is it, this is his intoxicating smell and you happily wash yourself all over with it, so that you can smell him all day.

Suddenly he grabs you and pulls you in for a long deep kiss. You kiss him back and he releases you. You both rinse off and he turns off the shower, he reaches out and hands you a fluffy white towel.

Once you’re both out of the shower, he begins dressing and you look around for your clothes. You slide back into your underwear, pull your jeans on and put your bra on when you hear him say, “take that shirt, wear it today if you want. I’ll get it back from you eventually.” You smile and thank him and he puts on a brown linen short sleeve jumpsuit and Birkenstocks.

Your phone dings and its Amelia, letting you know that she is waiting for you in the lobby.

“Amelia is waiting for me down stairs.” You say.

“Yeah my assistant has been blowing up my phone for the past half hour, they are waiting for me too.” He laughs.

He grabs his backpack and closes the distance between the two of you and pulls you into to a hug. He buries his face into your neck, breathing you in again. “Hey! You smell like me!” He jokes. He looks up and places his soft lips to yours for one last gentle kiss before pulling back to stare at you for a minute longer. You wonder what he is thinking.

“Alright, let’s not keep them waiting.” He grabs the rest of his things and makes his way to the door.

The elevator ride is made in silence and once you arrive to the lobby you immediately spot Amelia. She runs over to you and throws her hands around your neck pulling you in for a hug. “Hi. Goodmorning Pen!!”

“Pen?” Josh asks.

You look at him, and laugh. “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you about it sometime.” You joke.

“You ready to go Mills?” You ask

“Yep, let me go say bye to Danny real quick” and she saunters off.

“Hey thank you for everything…” Josh says to you.

You smile up at him and thank him for the invite and his hospitality. He gives you his signature goodbye kiss on the forehead and says “until next time”.

You smile as he walks off and meets up with Danny and they disappear out the doors.

Amelia calls an Uber to take you back to her car in the parking garage, then she looks around to see if the coast is clear and says “Alright, spill!”

You roll your eyes and are sure to give her the full rundown on the way home.

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van smut #greta van fleet smut #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fanfiction #joshua michael kiszka #josh kiszka smut #sam kiszka #danny wagner #jake kiszka #greta van fic

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larsisfrommars · 5 months

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BG3 Santa Playthrough #3

Exploring The Ruins:

It’s no chimney but climbing down a hidden hatch more than ought to do!

It’s not defiling if the tomb has already been defiled I suppose, I hope this Hergal person my companions seem to recognize doesn’t mind!

Ooh! A button, I’ve had a mixed track record with these but since everyone here is already bones what harm could it possibly do?

It appears the skeletons are the ones doing the harming! I didn’t mean to upset anyone oh dear! I’ve little magic left! Winter wolf form it is then!

Well that was harrowing, now, to see what those creatures were protecting! An amulet that allows you to speak with the dead? Curious! I wonder if they still have anything to say, perhaps Gale would like this!

Oh dear, I hadn’t meant to open it, but this skeleton isn’t attacking, maybe he is a friend! He’s asking quite heady questions! This one is easy enough for me! Every life has value! Naughty or nice! Oh! Goodbye!

A soul coin, what a spooky name, I’ll take this, but I’m not sure I like it.

Goodness! It seems that fight with the skeletons has drained us all, let’s make camp!

Gale I thought you were nicer than that! What do you mean go to… ohhhh. It’s alright Gale, we’ll find a way to free ourselves!

Shadowheart doesn’t seem to like anyone, except maybe animals, I wonder what happened to her? Astarion? He’s.. well… hm…

More of those unpleasant people from the temple entrance, very well! Naughty list it is if you’re not even going to try and be nice!

Oh my goodness! A book of dead gods, like Jergal I suppose, what ominous reading! Let us have Gale read this one, he’s more well-read than I. Three names clumped together, but no pieces to the puzzle. Gale seems happy though! :)

One more rest I think, our new friend Withers doesn’t seem able to help us with the tadpoles! But perhaps he can call on some old friends for me! Among other lovely gifts.

My goodness, Gale seems to be surprised we aren’t dying! This ceremorohosis stuff seems serious business, though I do wish he’d slow down. I don’t know what an orofice is but it sounds like we need them.

Shadowheart was “overhearing” again, maybe if she’s just trying to talking to Gale instead of to me she wouldn’t be as… lonely. Sounds like the voice in our heads is giving her compliments, good (?)

Astarion is an ODD one isn’t he, a bit too keen on hurting people I think, I’m not dying any time soon thank you very much! He’s watched children die on the street, what is this man’s fascination with death?!

I’m not one to judge sneaking off for a nighttime adventure but in this context… that pale boy worries me.

<- Find A Cure

Entering The Druid’s Grove ->

#bg3 liveblog #bg3 christmas liveblog #BG3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #Santa #santa claus #st nick #st nicholas #Christmas #astarion ancunin #astarion #Gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #Shadowheart

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coleszzzworld · 1 year

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Title-come a little closer.

Drummer bakugo! X lead singer ! reader (fem pronouns )

Non quirk AU! , Band Au!

A/N-(surprisingly this isn’t a yandere fic 😨 I’ve been reading band Au’s for mha and I wanted too make one 👴🏽 even tho this isn’t a yandere fic , it’ll still be a lil dark just like my soul 😀)

TW!!!!!⚠️(cussing , mentions of weed , alcohol use , some depressing topics, bakugo literally hating reader at first but eventually falling madly in love with her 🤓,toxic relationships )

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“I fucking quit!” Tera screams in bakugos face , “your a piece of shit bakugo! You and this god awful band! , with out me y’all are literally trash “ she says pointing at his chest , “and above all , you need me . With out me , your a nobody, you’ll be lonely! , your such a idiot katsuki bakugo.” She says then walking out the door, all of bakugo’s thoughts are racing. He hasn’t even reacted , he’s not mad , or sad , or happy, he can’t feel anything. ‘Maybe she’s right .. your definitely gonna be lonely. And your a piece shit .’ A voice says in his head , eventually he walks out pulling his hood up , walking too the nearest bar too drink his feelings away .

Eventually 3 months later , you came . Bakugo hated you for it . He didn’t want you taking the lead singer position. He wants Tera too come back . Too sing . And love him. He’s been trying too keep that position open for her . But she never came back . The whole reason she left was because she wasn’t nice too the band or bakugo . She would manipulate him , and bully the rest of the band . The fame hit her too hard . She would treat the band like she was all the talent and they were a bunch of nobody’s.She doesn’t care about nobody but her self . Deep down bakugo hoped she cared for him . “Oi!” Bakugo says aggressively walking up too you , “who the fuck are you ?” He says getting up in your face , before you could respond kirishma responds for you , “bakubro she’s the new lead singer !” He smiles at him , bakugo literally felt like it was the end of the world . You replaced Tera’s spot. She supposed too come back . She supposed too come back and love him . And never leave him . “Hell she is ! , listen here dumb ass your not apart of the band so get lost you -“ you cut him off , “listen dude you need too chill, I’m here too stay . “ you say as you shrug your shoulders, he doesn’t even reply he simply walks away mumbling curse words .

Eventually the band went on tour and you guys did your newest song in Japan and the crowd went wild . They loved you !, even people said you were better then Tera , seeing that all over social media pissed bakugo off so bad . Yeah you were a okay singer but your not better then tera, it pissed him off so much , he literally barged into your hotel room , “what the hell is this ?” He says as he holds your phone in-front of your face , you take a hit off the bong before replying, “look dude , I don’t -“ you cough trying too clear the smoke out of your chest , eventually you respond “as I was saying, I don’t control the media, if they say I’m better then this ‘tera’? , then that’s their opinion, I don’t even know her “ you say before taking another hit of your bong , then eventually speaking again, “so who is Tera , is she a singer or something.” You say looking at a fuming bakugo , “your such a dumb ass . And yeah she’s a singer , used too be our singer before you took her spot .” He says annoyed , “dude what?, kiri said the old singer was kicked out . And she wasn’t nice too y’all , or you . She sounds like a bitch . In my opinion, look I ain’t trying too piss you off bro , but if someone you love isn’t treating you or your friends respect , then they gotta go .” You say shrugging your shoulders , bakugo thinks about it for a little bit , I mean he always knew it wasn’t right . But he needed someone too tell him how fucked up it was . And it had too come from you . He was beyond mad that you said that, but also felt a bit comfortable with you since you said that . Before he could respond you hold out the bong too him , “you want a hit ?” You say looking at him smirking. Gosh your so cute, no ! What is he thinking , he’s supposed too be hating you for taking Teras spot . But he can’t turn down some weed . “Fine dumb ass” he responds taking the bong .

And since that you guys talked all night , talking about your past , your goals , where you see yourself in the future, if aliens are real , you know some high talk . Too the point where you and bakugo are laying on the floor together looking at the ceiling listening too what ever band is playing. He eventually looks at you . How could you be this beautiful. Your a great person . Your laid back . You tell it how it is . Your not snobby. Or spoiled . You care for other peoples emotions. Your selfless. He wanted you . Eventually you turn your head too look at him , “what ya looking at ?” You say smiling, “n-nothing dumbass!” He responds looking away , “so um , if Tera was so bad , why didn’t y’all kick her out earlier. ?” You ask confused looking at him , he eventually looks at you before responding, “I didn’t want her too leave. I would convince the band too just ignore her and stay out her way . Until they did the right thing and kicked her out , well she wanted too make it like she quit but she got kicked out. I didn’t want her too leave me . I hate feeling lonely .” He says looking into your eyes , “well , you know what bakugo your a great person. I mean your a little mean . But your a cool person and even tho you made a mistake by convincing your friends too stay quiet. What matters is what you do too make up for it . And you didn’t deserve what she did too you . She’s the shitty person not you .” You say staring into his eyes . Eventually you both kiss , you pull back , “oh bakugo, I didn’t think you liked me like that “ you say giggling, “sh-shut up.” He says shyly but still aggressive, eventually you pull him into another kiss . Maybe you weren’t a dumb ass overall .

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A/N- ( YOOO YALL WANT THIS AS A SERIES?🤨LMK CAUSE ILL DO IT FR 😭)

#yandere blog #mha band au #bakugo x female reader #yandere #notreallyyanderebutwhatever #Spotify

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scarletsaphire · 1 year

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Ill Prepared (Dannymay Day 3: Blizzard)

Jack and Maddie drag Danny on a ghost hunting trip in the Rocky Mountains. They are very prepared to hunt this ghost. They are not at all prepared for the blizzard they get caught in.

“Oh, Dann-o!” Jack Fenton’s voice echoed through Fentonworks, loud and booming. It woke Danny with a start, tumbling off of his bed and onto the floor in a pile of blankets. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. He should have expected something like this; it was, after all, December 21st, and life (or half-life, in his case) was going well. The winter truce had started a few days ago, and winter break started just the day prior. Of course something had to go wrong. It wouldn’t be a Fenton Christmas without some disaster.

His dad showed up in his doorway, large frame blocking all of the light from the hallway. “Are you ready for an adventure, Danny boy?” Danny looked at the alarm clock on his bed side table and groaned. 6:07 AM.

“Couldn’t it wait until the sun comes up?” he groaned, pulling himself up from the floor.

Jack threw a bulky pile of fabric at Danny. “Nope! We’ve got the get the GAV moving if we want to get to the mountains by tomorrow! Your mother’s already got most of your stuff packed, just make sure that your coat fits and we’ll be good to go! Otherwise we’ll need to bring some anti-ecto fabric so we can get you one at the supply station.”

Danny held up the pile of fabric. It was a coat. A very heavy winter coat. Danny scowled at it. He didn’t particularly like coats, though he would wear lighter ones during winter if only to keep up appearances. He was, after all, and ice core ghost. Nothing was colder than his soul. (He would have to remember that one, Sam would like it.) “Where are we even going? It isn’t anywhere cold enough to warrant this.” He held the coat away from him with disdain.

“I told you at breakfast on Monday, we’re going to find a yeti! In the Rocky Mountains!” Jack beamed at Danny. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, son! This’ll be a wonderful Christmas trip!”

Danny had not eaten breakfast on Monday. He had been sleeping over Tucker’s house, partially to play the new expansion of Doom, mostly because his parents had been working on a new anti-ghost something or other, and Danny had not wanted to be anywhere near when they got it working. “I was at Tucker’s on Monday, this is the first I’m hearing of it.”

Jack looked confused, before shrugging and grinning widely at Danny. “Oh well, then surprise! We’re going to the Rocky Mountains to hunt the yeti! Now try on your new coat so we can get this show on the road!”

“Can’t I stay here?” Danny complained. “It’s not like it would be the first time.”

“We aren’t going to leave you here all alone!”

“I won’t be all alone, I’ll have-” Danny paused. He was going to say that he’d be with Jazz, but she had taken the opportunity to spend winter break at a two week long psych program at a college a few hours away. She had apologized for her absence, but it was a great opportunity. Still, it meant that Danny was out of an excuse. Grumbling, Danny pulled on the coat the rest of the way. God it was warm.

“Come now Danno, it’ll be fun! A parent son bonding experience!” Jack slapped Danny on the back, hard. “The coat fits great! Get your shoes and get into the car. We’ve got a ghost to catch!” — The drive was thrilling. Not because it was exciting, but because Maddie had let Jack drive as soon as they were out of Amity Park. If Danny hadn’t already been half dead, he was fairly certain he would’ve died from a heart attack. Luckily (or unluckily, he supposed) he was, so his father’s driving couldn’t kill him. How it didn’t kill anyone else on the 12 hour drive was a miracle in and of itself.

Whenever Danny wasn’t gripping onto the seat for his half-life or blocking out all sound with headphones, he listened to his mother and father talk about their hopes for this trip. They had heard of a yeti in the Rocky Mountains recently, and were certain that it was a ghost, biding its time to attack and drag unsuspecting tourists or climbers up to its peak to…his parents never really got to why they yeti would choose to do something like that. They rarely made it to that point when it came to ghosts, simply assuming that the ghost would because it was a ghost, and that it didn’t need another reason. Even if the yeti was a ghost, and not just some ambitious bear or faulty reports, Danny knew it wouldn’t attack without being provoked. He had met many yetis; they were friendly, if a bit scary to look at. He couldn’t exactly tell his parents that, so he settled in for the long haul.

At least he was being dragged away during the Winter Truce. The only ghosts that would break the truce would be non sapient ghosts, and possibly Vlad, but with both Danny and Maddie in another state across the country, it wasn’t likely that Vlad would try much of anything. (He had texted Sam and Tucker that, if either of them suspected that Vlad was up to no good, to leave a collection of dirty socks and gym shorts on Vlad’s Amity Park property. They would have done that anyway, but it felt nice to be part of the planning at least a little bit.)

When the GAV finally arrived at the place they would be staying, Danny was green in the face and his stomach churned. He thought he had gotten used to his dad’s driving over the years, but it wasn’t often that they went on long road trips with him driving. Even Danny’s stomach couldn’t put up with it for that long.

Unfortunately for Danny, the place they were staying was not a hotel, or a house, or even a cabin where he could empty his stomach in the privacy of a bathroom. It was a camp site, little more than a place with tree roots numbering in the single digits and a circle of ashes in the center that was designated as a fire pit. They were just on the base of the Rocky Mountains, which towered high just to the west of them. It was a pleasant view, and the cold air felt good on his skin after being trapped in the GAV for so long.

His mother started setting up the tent, a flimsy looking thing barely big enough to fit all three of them, and his dad started setting up the ghost detecting perimeter. Danny grumbled under his breath as he started to drag their luggage out of the trunk. The stuff his mother had packed was, he noted, not very suitable for a “camping” environment, let alone one this late into the year. It seemed like she had focused almost entirely on the ghost hunting part of the trip, and completely neglected the other aspects of survival that were much more likely to come into play. He had expected that; he hadn’t spent his lifetime and half-lifetime around them to expect them to be practical, especially where ghosts were involved. This did mean that Danny couldn’t actually unload most of the trunk without getting zapped, cut, detected, or setting off some kind of alarm or another.

Danny grabbed what he could out of the trunk, receiving a slight zap from a pile of metal he didn’t quite recognized, and dragged it over to where his mother was hammering a spike into the ground with far more force than was strictly necessary. “I got what I could carry, but I don’t want to grab any of the ghost hunting stuff that’s in there. You know how it acts around me,” Danny laughed nervously. He knew his parents assumed that their devices malfunctioned because of ecton contamination, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t super nervous whenever he had to bring it up. Everytime he did it, he worried that this would be the time that they would figure out that that was probably a very dumb excuse.

This was not that time. “Oh thank you sweetie, just set it all down right there, and your father will grab the ghost hunting gear once he’s done setting up the defenses. Would you mind helping me with that other spike?” His mother did not look up from her continuous whaling on the poor metal spike. The ground was hard because of the cold, but Danny was fairly certain that she didn’t need to hit it that hard. Was it bending?

Danny did as he was told, setting the pile of bags and his fathers suitcase. A single day trip of clothes for him almost always required a suitcase if he decided to actually bring clothes. Most of the time he stuck with his hazmat suit, but it was too cold for it out here. Both his parents were wearing heavy jackets lined with anti-ghost material. Over their jumpsuits of course; it would take more than the cold to pry those things off of them.

Danny grabbed a spike and started to hit it into his ground. He didn’t use as much force as Maddie did; he didn’t need to. The ground, even more frozen beneath his feet, molded easily to his will, allow him to delicately hammer the spike into place and locking it with some not-quite natural ice. He glanced up; his display of powers wasn’t flashy by any means, but that didn’t mean that any ghost detecting gear his father had already set up wouldn’t catch him. His father was tangled in a mess of wires, strung up like a Christmas tree. Whatever he was setting up was giving him a lot more trouble than it was giving Danny, at least right now.

“Well done sweetie!” Maddie said, looking at him with a beaming smile. Her spike had successfully gotten into the ground, though it looked like it might end up a ghost itself with how beat up it was. “But aren’t you cold? You should go put on your jacket, its freezing out here.” Danny looked down in surprise at his uncovered arms. He had thrown on a t-shirt and jeans in his rush to get ready that morning, and hadn’t even realized that he had forgotten his jacket in the car. The air around him didn’t feel cold at all. If anything, it was comfortable. Crisp.

“Oops.” Danny gave her a lopsided smile and ran to the GAV, throwing open the backdoor and grabbing the jacket. He didn’t want to put it on. It was nice out, even if he could see his breath puffing in front of him every couple of seconds, and the jacket was suffocating and constraining. He didn’t have much of a choice though, so he shrugged it on, leaving the zipper only done up halfway.

Maddie came up behind him. “See, isn’t that better?” A series of ghost related curses echoed across the campsite. “I’m going to go help untangle your father. Would you be willing to set up the rest of the tent?” Danny nodded, and his mother went off.

— Outside of a close call where one of the weapons in the GAV started to chase Danny around the campsite (his mother had intercepted it with one solid hit from the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick. “I hate to destroy something so useful, but its not much use if its chasing after our junior ghost hunter!” she had said.) It was, overall, almost a nice time. He had had significantly worse days in December before. He would prefer to be hanging out at Tucker’s, or with Sam if her parents allowed him to join in on the Hanukkah celebrations, but he didn’t mind camping one bit.

And then his parents started prepping for the evening's ghost hunting activities, and any part of the trip he had been enjoying got zapped away. Just like he was getting zapped by the copious amount of tech they were placing on him. It wasn’t that it hurt per se, but it did make his skin tingle like static electricity, and he couldn’t say that it was pleasant. After his mom finished outfitting him with more ghost hunting gear than was necessary (and helping his dad strap a few more onto his back) they set off following a trail further into the mountains. It has been dark for about an hour, and the air was only getting colder, but that didn’t stop them from traipsing through the woods.

They were only traipsing around for an hour before it started to snow. It was a soft snowfall, barely coating the ground in white, but it was enough to have Maddie start to shiver under her coat. Jack, who had already yelled “Ghost!” at the top of his lungs and fired into various non-ghost locations, only got jumpier. “Dear,” Maddie said, saddling up to Jack. “I think we should make our way back to camp now. We can scout the area more in the morning, and set up a trap for the spook during the day.”

“That’s a brilliant idea Mads!” Jack said. “You’re always so smart!” They led the way back to camp, moving quickly over the path, flashlight leading the way. Danny trailed behind. He didn’t need to breathe, but he took deep breaths anyway. The cold was sharp in his nose, biting in his lungs, but it was nice. Soothing. He had realized, after visiting the Far Frozen the first couple times, that Amity Park was almost always warm, sometimes to the point of unbearably hot. He had gotten used to it, stuck through it, forced it to become just another nagging discomfort in the back of his mind. It wasn’t hard to do, when you were healing from broken bones and gaping wounds every other day. It didn’t mean that the delicious, frigid, clean air of the mountains didn’t make his very core hum in satisfaction. It almost made the trip worth it.

When they arrived back at the camp, Jack fell asleep almost instantly in his sleeping bag. Maddie, who was curled up next to him, took longer to fall asleep, but she drifted off in a couple of minutes. Danny took the opportunity to slip out of his sleeping bag, out of his coat, and out of the tent. He zipped the flap closed behind him, and sat on the ground amidst a shallow bank of snow. (It didn’t melt where he sat, he noticed absently. Why would it? It was almost a part of him, and he, a part of it.) The snow had begun to fall heavier by this point, the wind picking up, and ice started to form on the tips of Danny’s eyelashes. It felt wonderful. He couldn’t say how long he sat there, breathing in the bitter cold air, freezing his human lungs and his ghostly core. Long enough for his lips to turn blue and his hands to go numb.

Danny couldn’t say when, exactly, the winds picked up enough to make the branches of the trees whip into a frenzy. He couldn’t say when the snow began to turn to hail, pelting the ground with a force as if they were cannonballs, yet always bouncing off of him harmlessly. He couldn’t say when the snowstorm turned from beautiful to something deadly, from a natural occurrence to a force of nature. He could say when the spikes driven into the ground started to fail, and the flaps of the tent began to whip angrily, and he heard his mothers concerned yelling from inside the tent. (He shouldn’t have been able to hear it over the wind. He shouldn’t have been able to sit out here unharmed. He shouldn’t be a lot of things. It had never stopped him before.)

Danny ducked back into the tent to find his mother arguing with his father, both of them shivering in their sleeping bags, lips blue. She was yelling, saying that the ghost must have taken him, that he might be lost or worse in the woods. His dad was agreeing, but was stopping her from searching in the storm. “It’s too dangerous!” he said, yelling louder than he normally did over the sound of the wind, of the hail. “If you go out there you could die!”

When they noticed him, they ran over and hugged him, dragging him into the sleeping bag with them. “Oh sweetie pie you’re freezing! What were you doing out there? This storm is dangerous, and that’s without the ghost around!”

“I just had to take a leak,” Danny said numbly. It was dawning on him that the inside of this tent was not all that warmer than the world outside, even if the wind chill was taken away. The sleeping bag the three of them shared was warmer than the tent, yes, but he didn’t miss how his dad’s lips were tinged blue, how his mother shivered, how each of their breaths crystalized in the air around them. “Did you bring anything to warm the tent? Or to help us weather the storm?”

Jack and Maddie shared a look. “We didn’t expect a blizzard,” Maddie said. “But I’m sure it’ll pass, and we’ll all be just fine. We just have to stay here, where its warm.” Danny wasn’t surprised. His parents were only ever prepared when it came to ghosts, and this blizzard was far too natural. But all Danny could do is nod.

The minutes passed by slowly, and the storm didn’t show any signs of getting better. If anything, it only got worse. Danny noticed how his mothers speech started to slur, how she drew into herself and shook violently. How his father, even sitting in the tent like he was, seemed more disoriented than normal, both in mind and body. The reality of the situation dawned on him with his growing horror. If something didn’t change soon, his parents would not make it through the night. He could help. He knew how, knew that the ice and snow would listen to him, if only in a small area. He could save him. (It would cost him everything. He didn’t care; he had already thrown what remained of his life away when he started fighting ghosts. He wasn’t going to let this stop him now.)

“Do you have the controls for the ghost defenses you set up?” he asked, crawling over to his mother. She nodded. “I need you to turn it off, and I need you to trust me.”

“I cann’ do tha,” Maddie slurred, teeth chattering. “We’d be weloming a ghost in.”

“Please, mom,” Danny begged. “I just need you to turn it off, and stay still. Please.” He looked deep into his mom’s eyes, holding his breath. Time seemed to slow even further as she studied him, trying to figure out what he was planning. Finally she nodded. Her hands were too clumsy, too uncoordinated, to pull the remote out of her jacket pocket, but she managed to show Danny where it was. He fiddled with it for a moment, before shutting it off. Then, he walked into the storm and transformed.

His first order of business was a shelter. A proper shelter, one that would block the pelting hail and whipping winds. He made an igloo, small and compact to save as much heat as he could, but sturdy, surrounding the flimsy tent. It was made of ghost ice, and wouldn’t melt. Not easily, anyway.

His next order of business was much harder, as any loose branches that would burn proper, and not just smoke, were buried under ever growing mounds of snow. If he hadn’t been able to go intangible, he probably would never have found any. But he could, so he returned to the igloo with his arms full of tinder.

His parents were huddled next to each other, Jack openly sobbing into Maddie’s shoulder, blubbering something about Danny, though most of it was unintelligible. They both started when they saw him, reaching for ectoblasters strapped to their waists, but their hands were numb and shaky, their reaction time slowed from hypothermia. Danny transformed back to his human form before they could aim. “Listen,” he said quickly, dumping the pile of sticks just out the door of the tent. “You can be mad at me later. Scream, kick me out, try and kill me, dissect me, whatever. I know you want to. But if you don’t let me help you, just until this storm dies down, you’ll end up dead too, and I won’t let this happen. So please. Just don’t shoot me yet.” Danny watched as his parents stared at him, horror clear on their faces. He left the tent before they could say a word.

Back in ghost form, he lit most of the tinder he had gathered on fire; not ghostly fire, just regular good old fashioned fire. It’s light and warmth filled the area around the tent, filling the igloo. Danny got to work, pulling out the spikes they had pounded into the ground. They came out easily under his touch. The tent wouldn’t do them much good now; better to burn it for warmth. His parents emerged from the tent after he started to take it down. It wasn’t like they had much of a choice.

They huddled near the fire, color slowly starting to return to their skin, shaking starting to abide. They did not look at him. He did not look at them. He focused on keeping the fire burning, on keeping the ice and wind outside away, on not thinking about what they might do to him now or after they were safe, about the threats they had made and injuries they had given him time and time again, about how sleeping was already hard enough for him, and where would he stay now that they knew? They wouldn’t let a ghost stay in their home willingly; how much harder would it be to sleep when he was on the streets? Would they hunt down Sam and Tucker, if he tried to stay with them? Would they-

“Danny?” His mothers voice cut through his thoughts. “Are…are you really my Danny?”

“Yes.” He couldn’t stop the quiver in his voice.

“What happened?” This time, he couldn’t stop the tears.

#danny phantom #dannymay2023 #dannymay day 3 #danny phantom fanfiction #reveal fic #hypothermia tw #jack fenton #maddie fenton

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idk if you're still doing these but i'd love if you do a character opinion bingo on orihime and/or renji. i saw your bleach red au art a few months ago when i was reading ahead before the anime premiere and i've been Rotating It In My Mind ever since, i just love your take on both characters

First off, this is just such a nice comment! :D So nice, in fact, that I drew a doodle for it. I'm always surprised when other people engage with my silly AUs. Rotate away! Let's play in this space together! I've actually got a couple of short scene comics in the works for RED that will probably be done around January if I'm being honest with myself. (I’m busy, I’m slow, and comics take a long time!)

Originally, I wasn’t going to do the rest of the bingo memes that I still have asks for- (sorry!!!) it’s been a while and it felt like the general Vibe of things had moved on, but you’ve shot a friendly arrow into my ass about it so PERHAPS I will!

I’m choosing to just do Orihime for this, because I ended up writing an Essay and Renji... I don’t know if I’m coherent enough about Renji to do a bingo on him without breaking down into garbled eldritch signs and scratched pictograms on cave walls. Orihime is the safer choice. Less of a cognito hazard. More legible. So under the cut she goes! I hope this suffices for you anon.

[Edit: 5/6/2023 cut removed by request for record keeping! <3 ]

LADIES AND GENTLESNAILS WE HAVE OUR FIRST BINGO!

I’d like to preface this by saying Orihime was not one of my favorite characters the first time I read Bleach. What can I say? We are all a series of nesting dolls, and the things we relate to change as we add layers to our hearts. With age, experience, and another read, she is ABSOLUTELY one of my favorite characters in anything period. I have a lot of feelings about her, and a lot of them are “oh god why did you get married so young” and “while I understand where this narrative train is heading I want to get off!!!” So like any good AU fantasizer... complicated! :D

So let’s just take the bullets in order, shall we?

they are soooooo cool looking:

Orihime (circa Soul Society Arc to a vague point somewhere in the Arrancar Arc) has a very unique facial structure! She’s got a large forehead and downturned eyes that make her seem a little mournful even when she’s smiling brightly. Honestly, it’s a VERY neat bit of character storytelling through design, and while I could never beef with an artist for style creep, I’m sad that her unique features seemed to even out and become more standardized as the manga grew loooooooonger and Kubo aged everyone up.

Beyond that, my girl is ADORABLE and I like her slightly off kilter fashion choices; they really speak to someone who both

- had few/strange/ill-equipped adult influences in her life to guide her early clothing choices

- has to tailor her own clothes to fit a body out of place.

It’s just.. I could just go on forever about this! Orihime’s design isn’t complicated, but it’s informative, and that’s not something I can take for granted in a visual medium. The choices Kubo made in those areas of her design give us a window into her personality.. Which is to say, a lonely, grieving teenager who’s had to teach herself to Person while hanging onto the razor wire of societal expectation and threat. (not unlike our other protagonists, no? Ha. Our poor Karakura kids.) You can tell something is a little off about her. Her hair is wrong, her face is wrong, her clothes are...wrong. Ish, if not skillfully amended. Like she’s not doing great at camouflaging, but she’s existing in the shadow of the benefit of the doubt and that will just have to do before her star really starts to shine.

wasted potential:

“I reject your version of reality and substitute my own!” -Orihime at some point, probably.

That’s insane. That’s mindbreakingly, hand-twirlingly eye poppingly FUN. In a world full of near misses, sword skill expositions, and by-the-skin-of-your-teeth victories and losses, ONE imaginative girl can just go. “Uh. Y’know, I don’t like this very much. Nope. Nope nope nope.” And the world reorganizes itself to fit the shape of that NOPE. Her ability to reject the consequences of actions and events she wasn’t even there to witness is just.. Game breaking. But ultimately, those powers are the expression of a personality, and the personality belongs to a person who... really doesn’t care much about power at all- at least, not for its own sake. Orihime is a healer, a time bender, a bastion, a judge who can interact with the binary of the universe at large-- aaand that’s never really expanded on.

Everyone who sees her Do Her Thing universally goes “what in the bugfuck is this” because it Just Does Not Compute. It’s not supposed to be possible! And conveniently, no one ever has to dig into that because Orihime does less on-screen exploration of her abilities and more just... Yaknow. Standard heal-y forcefield-y stuff. Occasionally, resurrect-y stuff. Which is fine I guess because it serves the story’s focus, but for a person who is name twinsies with [VEGA]:

> Vega has been extensively studied by astronomers, leading it to be termed "arguably the next most important star in the sky after the Sun"

HMMMMMMM. The sun, you say? The sun, which serves an important symbolic role in Bleach, The Sun, and The Moon, and -The next most important STAR in the sky- HUH?? HUH???? YOU’RE TELLING ME THESE CELESTIAL SYMBOLS CAN TRIO? IN THIS ECONOMY?

and the mythological figure of “the daughter of the king of heaven”

Orihime (織姫, "Weaving Princess"), daughter of the Tentei (天帝, "Sky King", or the universe itself) [ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanabata]

🤔🤔🤔🤔

I JUST FEEL LIKE THIS MERITS. YOU KNOW. SOME EXPLORATION. BECAUSE THAT’S NOT NORMAL. THAT KIND OF THEMATIC WEIGHT ISN’T NORMAL TO JUST DROP ON A CHARACTER THAT ISN’T GOING TO EXAMINE THE GUN CHEKOV GAVE THEM. AND IT’S JUST A LITANY OF “HUH. SOMETHIN AIN’T RIGHT WITH THAT GIRL.” AND THEN THE SERIES ENDS??? WHAT’S UP WITH THAT

they’re deeper than they seem:

Okay look this is a pet headcanon of mine, but I think Orihime isn’t actually a Fullbringer in the normal sense. Rather, I think she classes closer to Ywhach, Gerard Valkyrie, Ukitake, and Aura as in “bearer of [a] legacy of the Soul King.” As in a significant chunk to full-organ, or some kind of convoluted lineage/heir thing. It’s the only thing I can think of that makes Her THING make sense to me, unless her personality, her attachments, and the influence of Whatever Hollow Nyoomed by her in utero just... lined up perfectly to create a cosmic loophole big enough to string the Milky Way through. Which would also be cool! I love dark horses yanking the rug out from underneath “places where the cool powers are SUPPOSED to come from.” And we see that Nel, the Hollow most closely associated with Orihime, has healing powers via her ... uh. vomit, so it’s not as if there isn’t precedent for a healing-ish factor to come out of Hollow power, but STILL.

(I’m also not touching the whole ‘The Hyogoku and/or Ichigo gave them powers part of canon. I recognize it. I also think it’s intentional obfuscation of where her powers ACTUALLY come from because Bleach isn’t afraid to give characters conflicting sources of information.)

And also, Uh. I feel like this bingo square may have been referring to personality, perhaps, in which case I suppose I could have been talking about Orihime’s rampant trust issues. She feels so intensely the weight of mutual burden that the moments where she’s open about her problems are vanishingly rare, and then covered up by jokes, minimized. Sometimes- sometimes often- she performs cheerfulness like a thank-you card in exchange for that burden of care. (It’s expected. It’s all she can do. Isn’t it?) IIiii COULD talk about guilt, and envy simmering below the surface, or an aversion to conflict that is 75% moral pacifism, 25% fear (sometimes. percentages are as wiggly as hearts.). And all of that being under the hood of someone who looks like she’s daydreaming mid conversation, when she’s actually clocking 95mph on the Advanced Interpersonal Risk Calculus Highway.

Or I could keep yelling about cool powers, because I think I’ve said this all before?

Unfortunately, Orihime’s proximity to Ichigo’s sun (especially in a romantic context) means that her fine details are sometimes blown out or overlooked in favor of making sure everyone knows that here’s a SEXY FEMALE TITS BIG ONES (urahara), but she’s also classical, she’s a moral center, she’s so powerful and tragic and accepts so much sacrifice so gracefully as is her duty and speaking of duty she gets married right out of highschool and has a kid almost immediately ayoo--

And yk. Some of those things are endemic to shounen manga, or are just kind of common in portrayals of Women Who Elevate Those Around Them (much like Masaki, or Kanae). It’s not like those things are inherently bad. But I don’t have to like them either. Weird Girls becoming Mature Women(tm) is something that will never interest me and actively repels me on most days because of the rote, tired way I’ve seen it written. I like messy women and disaster people and complicated, unusual lives. You can be happy without even the semblance of Destined Nuclear Family normalcy and frankly, I’m less interested in Punks And Weirdos becoming well-adjusted and accepted than I am in Punks and Weirdos clawing out a space for themselves and everyone being very uncomfortable but unable to coerce them otherwise. (This is a power fantasy.)

So while I’m (shrugs) on Orihime’s fairytale ending in canon, it’s not my bag, it gives me the heeby jeebies, and I don’t really want to work within the framework of that ending for my fan stuff!

I like them enough to project my own issues onto them:

Ah, to fear and envy those who can excel in the system designed around you all as if it’s as natural to them as breathing. Ahhh, to feel like the one bright blue piece in the milk puzzle. (Also, if anyone was going to get some of that good ol’ fashioned MORAL SCRUPULOSITY PANIC, it’s going to be Orihime. It has to be her.)

they got done DIRTY by fans:

Must I recite the old magic once again? The ancient curses? The shipping wars of yore? Those ancient battlegrounds of “girl-ed power” and “to be feminine is to err?” Nay, I wish it not upon anyone. The only dirt upon Orihime’s name was that of conflict between humans, for how could anyone say that another person’s work made in joy was wrong? I refuse to deride the work of my fellow fans... u_u ✨ ✨

(Which is to say in normal talk, what I hate most about Orihime Fan Zones isn’t any of the art or fic or headcanons people have of her! How could I possibly hate that? It’s just how much damn controversy she stirred up by existing in perceived conflict to Rukia. Waugh!)

i’m mentally ill about them:

And I’m not even done yet!! If you’re still reading this, brava!

they work better as part of a dynamic:

This is a funny one. Orihime is actually one of a few characters that I think would stand perfectly well on her own- she’s not a bit character, she doesn’t really rely on any gimmicks for her place in the story- her personality is well-faceted and we’ve seen plenty of her internal workings. But the thing is, Orihime’s weirdness is more vibrant when she has someone next to her who has a more rigid sense of propriety. The same is true in the opposite scenario, in which, instead of a straight man to her comedy routine, she has a co conspirator to hype up her shenanigans.

they’ve never done anything wrong in their life <33:

This is derogatory.

I want to see Orihime fuck up, BAD. The bad things around her happen TO her, pretty much universally. Even her social flaws are both relatable and normal and don’t really cause any conflict that isn’t internal and localized to herself. If someone rallies her or rags ON her in a way she can’t relate to, she flinches or stonewalls. She’s harmless. I would like to see her bite. Or . Step on a bug. Or snap at someone. I’d like to see that fear response cause something to break, irreparably. SOMETHING. PLEASE!!! PLEASE.... But no one really blames her for anything, even avoidance. No one really beefs with her on anything besides propriety, that I remember. Her fighting is a silent resistance. Unfortunately I think this response puts me on a psychic wavelength with Ulquiorra, and now I’m going to go wander the desert about this while I try to recover. (Wait, was that slap she gave him the only time we see her snap?)

Which is mostly just to say, she’s a perfectly nice normal girl, and she’s lovely, but anything I write with her is probably going to explore the consequences of severe avoidance and silence, rather than the virtues of them. Because in a story about ghosts and supernatural powers, I don’t really need my gals to be blameless, and I like to think about how people deal with guilt when it’s actually warranted, rather than self inflicted. Ideally, I’d also like it to be more severe than a slap, but you know.

And that’s a bingo!

THANK YOU SO MUCH for coming to my mental illness ted talk about my 1# ANGEL ORIHIME INOUE, MS. STAR ABOVE THE WELL OF TRUTH, BEST GIRL 10,000 HOURS PLAYED!

Please remember that I treat all my favorite characters like chew toys, I enjoy shredding them, and don’t forget to grab your belongings on the way out! Thank you again for the nice comment and bout of motivation anon~

#The final word count on this is close to 2000 #EEP...#character opinion bingo #bleach #long post #orihime inoue #Renji is just going to have to get his own post if I do one for him at all #im so sorry but also i'm not and also i'm SO flattered if you read this whole damn thing #woo!#bleach red au #im tagging it under the au because of reasons (i will not elaborate)

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Ahsoka Review

So far, this show is like a weird middle ground on the whole rollercoaster of quality that has been the Disney+ Star Wars shows. It’s nowhere near as fantastic as Mandalorian seasons 1 and 2, Bad Batch, and Andor. But it’s also not anywhere as godawful as Kenobi, Book of Boba Fett, and Mandalorian season 3 ended up being.

Acting is all over the place. On one end, you have Ray Stevenson (God rest his soul), Natasha Liu Bordizzo, Eman Esfandi, Diana Lee Inosanto, Clancy Brown, and David Tennant all giving great or at least good performances but occasionally hitting points where they’re clearly struggling to make their dialogue sound like actual human speech. On the other end you have Rosario Dawson talking like she’s either weirdly smug or on Valium with no in-between; my feelings on her as Ahsoka have definitely soured a lot as time goes on, she’s just so emotionless and robotic and when she isn’t doing that, she comes off as unlikably self-righteous. And then you have Mary Elizabeth Winstead really trying her best despite not being a great pick for Hera and Ivanna Sakhno who hasn’t really gotten much of anything to do so far.

Writing is even more hit and miss. One second, it’s perfectly serviceable, the next very clunky, but it’s never really as good as in most other Star Wars works. It’s a bit like the dialogue in the Prequels; more concerned with conveying exposition to the audience than sounding like natural conversation. Some of the character interactions work really well, some don’t. Some of the humor lands really great, some doesn’t.

Music is absolutely AMAZING. Kevin Kiner is a godsend.

Fight scenes are pretty good. Not groundbreaking but definitely enjoyable. Choreography is good and the characters usually actually feel like they’re trying to kill each other rather than getting way too showy like the Prequels could. Sabine and Shin’s dual definitely is going to awaken things in the lesbians.

The story succumbs to the “making things too complicated and messy and lore-breaking” flaw that the Sequels did. What is the point of this Star Map when the Imperial Remnant is already in contact with Thrawn? How is Thrawn in contact with the Remnant AT ALL given that he’s apparently in a different galaxy entirely? Why was the Map hidden away in an old Nightsister temple like it’d been there for centuries instead of being in Imperial Remnant custody and how did Morgan know it would lead to Thrawn? How did Nightsisters even get ahold of this thing? Who are these mysterious extragalactic beings? I’m sure some of these mysteries will be explained as we go, but I’m also kinda scared they WON’T be and I furthermore feel like the story is just throwing in unnecessary complications; literally why are we dropping the world-breaking bombshell of going to another galaxy instead of just having Thrawn be in the Unknown Regions like in Legends? The whole “bootstrapping a bunch of hyperdrives together” thing would actually kinda make sense if they were just going to the Unknown Regions, but another galaxy entirely?

”It’s not loyalty, it’s greed”. I see we will NOT be having any moral complexity in our Star Wars today. Especially hilarious because Ahsoka’s assessment there doesn’t even match the events onscreen at all and the situation actually portrayed feels very much like it should have depth to it, the show just doesn’t want to acknowledge it. Disappointing, given how good of a job Andor and early Mandalorian did at depicting things in a nuanced light.

This show tips the New Republic from merely over-stretched, over-bureaucratic, and deeply flawed to downright criminally incompetent. It was one thing when Mando season 3 showed one or two Imperial spies subverting the broken system for their own ends. It’s another for this show to have AN ENTIRE MAJOR SHIPYARD be Imperial spies operating directly under the Republic’s nose. It’s like they’re trying to make us feel happy the First Order is gonna blow it up.

Pacing is… odd. It’s a very easygoing and slow story, which is very good as it gives the characters and events time needed to breathe, but there are times where it can feel like it’s really dragging out scenes that other stories would’ve sped through in the name of getting to the damn point.

Bizarrely, despite this being supposedly being Ahsoka’s show, every other character feels much more meaningful, likable, and pivotal to the narrative. Sabine is a great protagonist, Hera is still the Space Mom we know and love, Huyang is a fun sidekick, Baylen Skoll is really interesting as an antagonist, Thrawn and Ezra cast a palatable shadow over the plot without even directly appearing, and so on. Meanwhile Ahsoka feels like a prop.

Thank God Chopper is still committing war crimes.

The best way I can describe the plot so far is like it’s somehow simultaneously holding itself back and doing too much, if that makes sense. It’s jumping into territory that could easily hurt it and other works in the setting, but also seems too antsy to commit to doing something genuinely daring.

All in all, this is pretty much Rebels Season 5 but in live action, and it’s a very hit and miss affair. It’s enjoyable so far, but I’ll have to see what direction Filoni takes the subsequent episodes in before deciding whether or not this is a good series or goes in the “not my canon” trashcan.

#star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #sw ahsoka #star wars legends #star wars rebels #star wars the clone wars #the mandalorian #star wars expanded universe #dave filoni #star wars andor #andor #book of boba fett #kenobi series #kenobi show #the bad batch

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sueamoluakta2022 · 2 years

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Decendants Of The Moon

// In which reader was adopted and protected by Khonshu and his avatar //

(Read Part 3 first my love,it’s a bit long I know but I would love it if you take a look❤️)

🍂Part 3

(Be prepared my love ,this chapter is very long please don’t be bored of my writing just yet🥲)

Part 4 Egyptian Gummy

Previously:

“Her anger triggered the power”

“sooner or later she will have to faced her own power”

One on the bed ,and one on the couch, oblivious that the future path will be rough.

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Waking up in a different bed ,the feeling is unusual for you,yet it’s comfortable.

Sound of car honking and the bustling street filled your ears.

A small apartment in London Khonshu has chosen for you a month ago.

After Jake “take a break” ,you were hurt he didn’t say goodbye,but you did respect his decision.

In this past few months you have been “homeschooled” by the moon god himself.

He had taught you about the night,the stars, and the god, various stories of the ancient times.You found it mesmerizing. “The (K)night lesson”was what’s its called, one figure the girl and a shadow of a god ,under the moonlight gazing at the star.

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You did your own research about ancient Egypt on your own too. Even at the age of 13 you’re an old soul. You’ve heard about a museum in London and you have asked Khonshu too bring you there.

He surprisingly agreed.

“The real story you could learn from the god himself Y/N, why would you want to be there?” Khonshu question

“It would be nice to learn from mortal perspective father.” You answered.

“Then so be it then” Khonshu hit his staff on the ground ,and both father and daughter have teleported .

Both pair, Father and daughter appears out of thin air near the bus stop. Sound of bustling street and people talking they’re too busy to notice you.

Khonshu patted your head before you head of to take the bus.

“Go on my dear, have fun” Khonshu spoke as the god chuckled lightly.

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Stepping on the bus you gladly found an empty seat to sit on.

For a while you looked at the building and streets the bus drove past.

Suddenly the bus slowed down till it finally stop. You thought that it was finally your destination ,but it isn’t.

Brown curly hair and a tiered expression,walk like he just got hit by a bus.

Jake!? ,you thought to yourself.

No no that’s not right ,his eyes isn’t full of energy ,he doesn’t look ambitious,he held a soft and kind gaze. You analyzed him and didn’t even realize that the man had walked up and stood in the stuffing crowd beside you. Maybe he’s just a lookalike ? You thought to yourself.

Glancing at him again you saw him leaning his head on the back of a stranger, using it as a pillow.

His head jerked backwards as the stranger turned around an gave him a weird look.

Not hesitating another second ,you tug him lightly on his jacket. It makes him startled,you mentally scold yourself for that.

“Oh h-hi there is there anything I can help you with?” He spoke with an accent. You felt wired ,he looked just like Jake but with an accent and wayyy softer personality.

“Well I kinda see that you’re tired ,you should rest,you can take my seat” You spoke as you stood up.

“Oh no no ,that’s alright, I’m cool standing, thanks tho” He imediately replied with a smile.

“Well that’s not what I saw sir” you spoke with a little smirk, causing the man to blush. “Come on! You don’t have to be embarrassed, I used to fall asleep like that too” //You never done that,ever.// You continue

“Bu-

“Besides the bus’s gonna head to my stop next.” You finished as you pretend to walk towards the door.

The man who looked like Jake thanked you as he sat down awkwardly.

The truth was you never left the bus like you told him. The (h/c) haired girl stood there for hours,squash by the people who blocked her whole.

Finally arriving at the museum you waited until you saw him left the bus.

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Walking up the steps of a huge stair that leads you to the gigantic museum in front of you. You were tried , yet , exited.

Stepping inside, the cool air conditioner hit you as it calms you down from the hot sun outside.

Soo many things to explore,it will took you a good cardio to see everything.

You saw a little girl looking at the great pyramid of Giza and walked away.

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You have been exploring the expedition for quite a while when a thought hit you.

Looking around feeling like you’re the only person in there you felt….empty,

Why? ,

But then A small yet loud voice where heard ,it makes you snapped out of your thoughts.

“Daddy! Can we get a tawaret plushies later?”A little girl on a distance asked her dad. “ What do you think honey? do you think we can get one?”The man chuckled at his little girl as he asked his wife. “Of course,anything for our girl”The woman who you assumed was the girl’s mother replied.

What is this empty feeling again?

My goodness now you felt jealous of them,no., not jealous,you can’t be,

you got father and Jake ,a safe and happy life,what else could you ask for?

“A mother!” A thought hit you like a bullet as if someone just shouted in your ears……a mom?

You immediately shook that thought out of your head as you snapped back to reality…….great,now I’m hungry.

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Sigh deeply you walk to the gift shop.

You saw them selling sweets and candy earlier,at least something to eat I guess.You thought to your self.

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As you approach you saw the man on the bus earlier,he’s being scold by his boss,poor man.

You stopped at the counter glancing at the man who’s sorting a packet of gummy. He’s too busy to notice you.

You walked up to him.

“I thought they would sell resins and a rock hard bread here” He finally noticed you. “It would fit the theme better don’t you think” you continue.

You saw him giving you a wired glance,shouldn’t have said that,you thought to yourself.

“I-I mean ,like that’s what they eat eh?…..he he..”

You spoke as you laughed awkwardly.

“Why? Just why do you do that

Y/N ,dammi-!” as if your thought can spoke to you.

“I know right, I totally agree with you!

I mean look at these-” He spoke as he raised up a packet of gummy “I’m not sure about rock hard bread tho,but resin would do in’it?” The man you read his name tag Steven replied. He spoke with passion, you could see that ,he’s excited.

“We’ll now I wouldn’t mind a packet of gummy tho, bit hungry here” You quickly replied as you chuckled.

Steven made an o shaped mouth as he gesture his free hand to the packet of gummy he was holding.

“One packet of gummy for our future historian,right away ma’am”Steven spoke as he smiled.

You can’t help but glance at Steven

A small glance turned into a stare.

As if you’ve stare deep into his soul.

…………………………….

White flash blinded your vision it was replaced by the muffled voice.

-“Will you Y/N Y/L/N promised to be by my side no matter what the sky appears to be and when death arrived at you door step” You heard it- “hey kid you okay?” another muffled voice cut through.

More memories rushes past your eyes like a flip book.

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The flash of light was over as it brought you back to reality.

Given you no time to adjust,high pitch ringing sound and pain that run through the back of your skull make you let out a hiss.

“You alright?” Steven seem to notice , he held a concerned expression.

You looked into his eyes with no time to answer your vision got blurry.

“My goodness you’ve got nose bleed-!Steven spoke in terror.

Body felt light like a feather.

A slow motion.

Darkness consumed you.

#khonshu x reader #khonshu x y/n #mark spector #steven grant #jake lockely x reader #marvel #mark spector x reader #marvel moon knight #reader insert #moon knight #steven x you

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sixteen-juniper · 3 months

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WIP Game

Rules: Go to your current WIP and share the following:

The first line of your work.

The first line of your current chapter (or if it’s a one-shot, the first line of the tenth paragraph).

The last line you wrote.

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet.

Tag at least 3 people whose work you wanna see, and if you make a separate post for it, please link the original.

@cyanide-e-pistachio tagged me and I've always wanted to do one of these! Fun! Obviously this is for my longfic Rose and Rot because it's like the thing that has captivated me so much. I'm putting this behind a cut because I'm working on chapter 47 right now and have only posted up to chapter 27... haha spoilers, if anyone cares, all the way up to my fragments of chapter 55! I'm tagging you @ghostinthegallery ... First line of the work:

First, as you know, the body must knit itself back together.

I am really pretentious you all! You have no idea! Anyway, far future spoilers from here on out.

The first line of your current chapter (or if it’s a one-shot, the first line of the tenth paragraph).

Goro’s only been in Tokyo for a day and half, but the city settles under his skin like a hard to reach itch, one he forces himself not to scratch.

Chapter 47, you are SO MUCH WORK... ;_;

The last line I wrote:

“I’m trying,” he tells his mother, a cool breeze in his hair is almost her breath, the pressure of her hands a memory on his temple, her tears a phantom splash on his cheeks. “I’ll live for myself, but for you too. Those monsters are gone, where they cant hurt you anymore. They can’t hurt the world. I know my path.” When he stands, he’s met with a double vision. Wanderer, the forest sings again, in him and of him and around him.

Maybe not my best, yet!! >:)

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet.

Do you want some nonsense from chapter 55? Here!!

“Another god?” Goro asks. “Are you the heart of the forest?”

“Oh, no son, the heart rests deep in the woods. If you look you can see it.” She gestures from her tall tower outwards. True to her word there is a tangle of trees in the distance, surrounded by a wall of fierce thorns. “You know that only when all your work is done, all monsters vanquished will you find the heart and soul of the forest.”

“Then it’s not you talking with me?” The question leaves his lips and Goro knows it to be true. This old woman isn’t the one who has guided him and whispered to him and encouraged him for years. The forest’s voice is burrowed deep in the dirt. It’s connected to the roots and branches, leaves and buds, vines and moss. It grows and dreams, and talks to Goro. This woman does not love him as the forest does. She merely watches.

“I keep the orchards, and I see the tree has gifted you what you need.”

“Indeed,” Goro says. The golden apple is in his pocket, warm and ever living. Now he has three, now he is ready for whatever that entails. But that moment is not this moment. This place is for him. There’s no spirit to free. There’s only his own heart, all the darkness of his darkest deeds and all the gold and silver striated between.

For he has been vile, heart darker than the darkest ocean.

“Then what are you?” Goro asks.

“A watcher,” the woman says. “Not one of yours, Wanderer. I have no tasks or errands or quests for you. Here.” She holds up a down feathered comforter. “Shake this clean.”

“Fine.” Goro furrows his brow, and takes the blanket. When he shakes it out thousands of feathers fly and flutter from the tower. They’re cold and smell of ice and almonds. Flurries, that then fly down towards those moonlit mountains. He and this old woman work side-by-side, willing away the hours.

#rose and rot #fanfiction #writing #mine

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columbiastapshoes · 7 days

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cowboy au update!!

hey gang! i have been SO busy with academics and other things so i haven’t had time to write a full fic for this au (requested by @the-smiling-grinner hehe), BUT i did write a mini scene that happens in the middle of the story!! thought it might be a silly lil preview to show how i write and a brief introduction to two of the characters :) i apologize for the lack of capitalization, i was lazy <3 i also included a lil doodle of magenta in this au because she’s so fine i mean what who said that! notes on the drawing are below the story. enjoy!!

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that afternoon, sheriff majors found himself at the saloon. he wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up there, nor why he chose to be in a building he had always avoided. to put it simply, the place frightened him. he knew very little about the kind of folk that chose to spend their time there, and unfamiliarity always seemed to make any brave soul shiver. despite all this, though, here was sheriff majors, sitting at the bar, his head resting between his folded arms on the table. he was tired, he was upset, and he needed a drink. suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and realized that someone had been trying to get his attention for the past minute, which he simply hadn’t registered until now. he whipped his head up to face this stranger, and winced as his neck made a crack! he needed to stretch more.

“well, i’ll be damned!” said the stranger, in a voice so high pitched that it could summon a horse. it took bradley a long moment to fully take in the woman staring at him, her head tilted sideways to better see him. the woman was tall, lean, and her short hair was the color of bubblegum. how in the world did she get it to do that? in addition to her blinding hair, she had no eyebrows, something bradley had never seen before. since he could only stare at her, mouth slightly open, the stranger continued. “sheriff majors! it’s you, isn’t it? i couldn’t recognize you with your head on the table like that. we haven’t seen you ‘round here before, have we? what’s the occasion?”

“uh…” was all sheriff majors could manage.

“oookay, not talkative, i see! but clearly somethings on your mind. maybe a drink would loosen you up! what can i get you?”

“uh…”

“sheriff, with all due respect, you’re going to need to tell me somethin’ before i can help you out.” bradley shook himself, swallowing and then taking a deep breath.

“i’ll take the strongest thing you have,” he said, finding his voice again.

“atta boy,” the stranger grinned, briefly gripping his shoulder before walking back to the bar. her back turned to him, she continued. “my, what a day this is! first, the infamous sheriff comes into this saloon, and second, he orders the ‘strongest thing’ we have.” she turned back to him. “what’s troubling you, partner?” he only looked at her, praying she wouldn’t figure anything out. she furrowed her eyebrows. suddenly, bubblegum snapped her fingers. “i got it! your eyes say it all.” he looked back up at her, beginning to panic. surely she hadn’t figured it out. he hadn’t told her, so she couldn’t possibly- “you’re in love, aren’t ya?” shoot.

“what? no! of course not! look,” he began, not entirely sure where his sentence was going, “you’d best stop talking now, because i can put your kind in the jailhouse as easy as-“

“‘your kind’?” bubblegum raised her eyebrows. “easy, sheriff, no need to sink that low. and you haven’t put us in jail, have you? you’re sitting here, looking, no offense, totally miserable, and asking me to make you a drink-“

“something you haven’t done,” the sheriff pointed out. she shrugged.

“alright, fair enough. here, how ‘bout we make a deal, hm? you tell me who you’re in love with, and you get your drink.”

“that’s ridiculous. it’s your job to get me my drink, no matter what.”

“it’ll be on the house…” she leaned towards him, smiling. she thought she knew the effect she had on him. she thought she was scaring him. and god, she was right. silently, the sheriff shook his head in defeat, and she laughed, picking up a glass of orange-brown liquid that she had apparently already prepared. she set it down in front of him before simply hopping over the table to sit on the stool next to him. she stared at him for a moment, chewing on the inside of her cheek. he could practically see the cogs turning in her head. finally, she nodded to herself. “it’s that outlaw, ain’t it?” bradley’s face suddenly felt very hot.

“no! that’s- i wouldn’t- he’s- and i-“ he spluttered, before giving up. “how did you know?” she laughed again, a high, piercing sound that the tired sheriff couldn’t help but wince slightly at.

“how did i know? sheriff, you haven’t let that case go in years! you are so determined to find that man!”

“that’s my job, bu-“ he started, before remembering that ‘bubblegum’ was a name he was calling her in his head, and not what she actually went by. “what’s your name?”

“why, you tryin’ to get me arrested? it’s columbia.”

“are you joking?”

“no?”

“fine, i suppose. well, columbia, it’s my job to catch him. i’m a sheriff, remember?”

“sure, but he hasn’t been up to anything for a long time. i’d say he’s pretty much settled down for good. but you just won’t leave it. he’s been in here many times, and he’s complained about how you’re always on his tail.” bradley nervously took a sip of the drink, only to cough at the immediate effect it had on him.

“he’s been in here?” he choked. columbia patted his back half-heartedly. when he had settled down, she continued.

“yup. he’s sat right where you are, actually.” bradley shifted uncomfortably, suddenly regretting where he had chosen to rest. “oh, relax, sheriff,” she snapped, “you’re not going to catch the queer disease. especially if you already have it,” she giggled. her words seemed to pierce bradley in the throat, and he felt warm again. he had been thinking about this for a while, but hearing the words come from someone else made things feel ten times more real, and more scary. he was queer, wasn’t he?

“i…” he began, before losing his voice once more. defeated, his head fell back into his arms. he heard columbia sigh, and shortly after he felt her put her arm around his shoulders. normally, he would have moved it away, not wanting to physically interact with someone like this, but in this moment the gesture felt… safe.

“let me tell you somethin’ about love, sheriff.” he tentatively looked up, intrigued. what could she possibly know about love? columbia, with her pink hair and high laugh, an expert on love? it seemed ridiculous, yet, he wanted to hear more. “it sneaks up on ya. grabs ya. ropes you in. all before you can blink.” she made a lasso-esque gesture with her hands, maintaining eye contact with him.

“and how would you know this?” he asked. columbia grinned once more.

“cuz it happened to me. first thing i know, someone came in, ordered a drink. next thing i know, i’m letting her kiss me where i've never been kissed before...” the sheriff blushed. was that part of her story really necessary? “...and the next thing after that? it’s been two years, and she’s still mine.”

“…she?” was all he was able to say.

“yup. my magenta.” columbia's eyes seemed to change. the sheriff couldn’t explain it, but they seemed to almost become softer. her cheeks flushed, too, and she suddenly looked a lot less intimidating. however, the name sparked some kind of recognition in his head. did he know this magenta? it sure was a unique name. before he could ask other questions, columbia continued. “the damn prettiest girl i ever laid eyes on. we got married, you know!”

“you can do that?” bradley asked, tilting his head.

“well, maybe not legally, but who cares about the law?” she breathed in as he raised his eyebrows at her. “oh, that was the wrong person to say that to, wasn’t it?”

“yup.”

“well, i’m giving you love advice, so cut me some slack, yeah? anyways, magenta should be out back, practicin’ her shooting. im sure she’d have somethin’ to say about love too.”

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and here’s magenta and her horse, aphrodite! don’t look at the saddle i gave up ❤️

#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror #rhps #rocky horror au #columbia rhps #magenta rhps #brad majors #rocky horror fanart

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persephoneflowerpetals · 1 year

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‘Til Death

Chapter 4: Pomegranate Seeds

Chapter 3: No Choice

Chapter 5: Search Party

Persephone was finally back on Earth. She felt wonderful now that she was back where she needed to be. Her job may bring her stress at times, but she truly loved her job bringing spring to the world. Of course, there were some days where she wondered what her life could’ve been like if she had actually chosen her role as a goddess instead of getting assigned a role by her mother and Zeus.

She immediately teleported herself in a swirling gust of leaves and flower petals back to where she had been before being practically dragged to the Underworld. Her powers were stronger than ever now that there was so much life around her. She looked around the area. Nothing had changed since she left. All the flowers and trees were still there (minus the enchanted daffodil) and even her apricot (that was now starting to rot and get eaten by bugs) was still by the tree she sat under before all of the events transpired. There was basically no sign at all that indicated the earth swallowing her up before.

Persephone then remembered the pomegranate that Hades had given her. She was still holding it as she stood in the flowery field. Now that she was feeling better she actually was a bit hungry. She then opened the fruit to find bright red seeds, juicy, ripe, and ready for eating, but there was one thing that was off about them…they were glowing. They glowed just as that daffodil did that afternoon she was whisked away.

The spring goddess felt a tinge of anger and betrayal. After all of that he still wanted to trick her into returning to the Underworld? Then she thought about what she had just left behind. That long, personal conversation with Hades. She’s never heard him speak with such deep emotion before. He always seemed so scary and intimidating. He really let his guard down by telling her something so personal, making himself look so vulnerable when he had such an infamous reputation of being this big, mean, scary god of the Underworld that all beings should fear. It was honestly really nice to see the other side of Hades for once. The decent, understanding side.

That's when she realized, this wasn’t really supposed to be a trick. Just like the daffodil, this was Hades’ way of inviting her back to the Underworld. He most likely just wanted to see her and talk to her again. He was probably pretty lonely down there and didn’t really have anyone to talk to except maybe the dead souls and his little minions. To be honest, she kinda wanted to see him again too. It felt good to actually get something that’s been bothering her for so long off of her chest to someone who kinda understands. He may have made some horrible decisions in the past, but now she knew why he made them and that really made her see Hades in a different way. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as everyone talked him up to be. After all, he did let her go.

Persephone then picked a handful of glowing pomegranate seeds and ate them one by one. She waited, wondering if another giant hole would appear or maybe Hades himself would come back to take her to the Underworld once more. Nothing happened. It was practically silent except for the sounds of the natural wildlife. Persephone then decided to find a nice empty spot in the flower field and bury the pomegranate. Once the fruit was fully buried, Persephone stood up and used her powers to sprout a large pomegranate tree. She smiled as she looked at the beautiful reddish-pink fruits hanging from the branches. Satisfied with her work, she then went back to bringing spring to the rest of the Earth.

~X~X~X~X~

Meanwhile, in the Underworld, Hades was watching the souls float along the River Styx from his throne room. His hands clasped behind his back while his mind wandered to what had transpired earlier that day.

"I can’t believe I did that! I am such an idiot! Why would I even tell her something so personal like that?! That isn’t like me at all! Ugh! There’s just something about her that makes me wanna…just...tell her everything on my mind. I mean, the way she looked at me…like she actually cared about what I had to say-“ Hades’ thoughts were suddenly cut off by his two little minions entering the room.

“So, does she like you now?” Panic asked expectantly. “Yeah! Did she agree to marry you?” Pain asked.

Hades sighed and rolled his eyes. He really wasn’t in the mood to talk about this now, but he did need to keep those two knuckleheads up to date on what was going on.

“No, she’s gone. I let her go.” Hades said, trying not to express the disappointment in his voice as he continued to look out onto the river.

“WHAT!?” The imps exclaimed in unison.

“You just let her go back to Earth!?” Pain asked, flabbergasted.

“Yeah.” Hades simply replied.

“What are you going to do about your power problem?” Panic asked.

“I DON’T KNOW! OKAY!?” Hades shouted as he spun around, his hair orange and aflame and his skin bright red with frustration. “I’ll figure it out! I’ll find some other single goddess to talk into being my wife. Just not her.”

“But…why?” Panic asked curiously as he scratched his head.

“BECAUSE I SAID SO!” Hades snapped as Pain and Panic cowered in fear. “Now, go find something useful and nondestructive to do while I think up a new plan!”

“Yes, sir, your dastardliness!" Pain complied with a salute before he and Panic scurried away.

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It had been 2 months since Hades and Persephone met. Spring was finally over and Persephone was now free to rest and enjoy her work from Olympus. Demeter was quite proud of the work her daughter had done this season and made sure all of the gods knew about it (to Persephone’s dismay).

Apollo had once again brought the setting sun across the sky with his chariot and it was now evening on Earth. Persephone snuggled up in her nice fluffy bed of clouds, relieved and relaxed now that she didn’t have to worry about spring anymore for the rest of the year. The rest was up to her mother and younger sister. She then thought about the whole event that occurred at the beginning of spring, that day Hades kidnapped her and held her prisoner for a day. She was honestly surprised she stuck around there for only one day. She was sure she’d be there for a few days or a week at least, but after talking with Hades he sorta softened up a bit and decided to show her some mercy by letting her go. That was probably one of the nicest things she’s ever seen Hades do.

Persephone wondered how Hades was holding up after all this time, if he had finally found another goddess to marry so he could get his full power back. She had never received any invitation about a wedding, so maybe he was still waiting. For who exactly? That was a mystery. Who in their right mind would actually want to marry the god of the Underworld?

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Persephone yawned and stretched her arms and legs as she woke up the next morning. Usually, Apollo’s sunrise helped her wake up in the morning, but she didn’t feel the sun’s warmth on her face and its brightness wasn't alerting her to wake up.

Persephone opened her eyes, expecting the sky above her to be overcast, but there was no sky at all. This revelation made Persephone immediately sit up in what she thought was her bed, but she wasn’t even in her own bed anymore. Not only that, but she wasn’t even in her sleepwear anymore. She was wearing her normal, everyday chiton. She observed her surroundings as she sat, groggy and confused, in bed. She tried to focus on where she was. It seemed so vaguely familiar to her. It wasn’t until she saw the vanity in front of her bed with that same bone comb that she realized she was back in the Underworld.

How in the world did she get here in her sleep? Did a flock of harpies swoop down and steal her away from her bed while she was fast asleep? Did Hades send his minions to Olympus to kidnap her in her sleep? Where even is Hades? She had so many questions.

Persephone got out of the guest bed, did her best to fix her hair for a moment, then went to the bedroom doors. They were actually unlocked this time. Persephone then walked around the area, trying to find Hades. She walked past the River Styx, avoiding the souls that tried to grab her chiton and drag her in, then stumbled upon a sleeping Cerberus. Persephone observed the big three headed dog snoozing on the ground. She had seen him once when she sailed out of the Underworld after Hades freed her. He had growled at her when Persephone glanced at him on the boat, but other than that, the hellhound seemed pretty tame. From what she’s heard, the dog is actually quite vicious and an excellent guard dog for Hades (apparently he even barks and growls at Hades himself when he returns to the Underworld by boat), so she was surprised that that three headed dog didn’t try to go for her. She assumed it was probably because she was exiting the Underworld and not entering. Cerberus is a guard dog after all, so his duty is to go after people coming into the Underworld, not leaving it. Persephone quietly continued her journey through the Underworld to find Hades while avoiding waking the giant slumbering hound.

The pink goddess then heard a couple of voices in the distance. They sounded vaguely familiar. She followed the sound of the echoed conversation.

“What is Hades gonna do?! I mean, it’s been almost 2 months and he hasn’t found a wife yet! He’s only got until next spring to get his powers back! What are we gonna do if he loses his powers!?” Panic frantically asked, panicking, per-usual.

“I dunno. Find a new boss? Maybe we’ll find a nicer one that offers better benefits.” Pain suggested with a shrug.

“Ooh, yeah! That would be nice!” Panic replied excitedly, hoping that maybe someday they would be lucky enough to find a nice job like that.

Persephone then timidly approached the two imps that didn’t even notice her nearby presence during their entire conversation. “Um, excuse me?”

The imps both yelped in surprise upon seeing the goddess. They honestly had no idea she was here to begin with or that Hades had given her the enchanted pomegranate.

“Persephone?!” Panic exclaimed in confusion and surprise.

“What are you doing here?!” asked Pain.

“I’m not sure. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Do you know where Hades is? I’d like to speak to him.” she answered.

“Sure! We’ll take ya to him!” Panic replied cheerfully.

“Just follow us, m’lady!” said Pain.

Pain and Panic then led Persephone up a set of spiraling stairs until they reached a large entrance. The pair of imps then entered the large, open room where Hades was looming over what looked like some sort of unique chess table with pieces that were shaped like different gods and monsters. Persephone hid behind the wall next to the entrance, worried about what Hades would say or do if he immediately saw her. If his minions had no idea she was here then she figured maybe he didn’t either.

“Excuse us, your most atrocious-ness, but there’s a guest here to see you!” Pain announced.

Hades glared at them from the table. “I thought I told you idiots, I’m busy. I don’t have time for-“

Persephone then peeked around the entrance of the room and Hades spotted her instantly. How this goddess managed to take his breath away every single time he saw her was a mystery to Hades himself. His eyes went wide, his mouth agape as he stared at her slowly coming out from behind the wall and revealing herself to him.

She looked scared and timid, kind of how she looked when she went to parties on Olympus. She fidgeted with her dress, trying to avoid eye contact with Hades who just kept staring.

“Persephone.” was all that Hades was able to get out as he walked away from the table and towards the goddess at the entrance. Persephone looked up at him with her big violet eyes that sparkled like stars, even in the Underworld.

He knew that Persephone was supposed to return after the spring season, but he didn’t know how soon she’d be returning. It was kind of a waiting game for him, but it looked like today was the day and gods was he ecstatic that she was back.

“You are certainly a sight for sore eyes, babe. So glad you decided to come back.” he told her with a smirk as he approached her.

There it was, that smirk, that schmoozing, almost degrading, tone in his voice that made Persephone want to punch him in the face. As soon as Hades spoke, Persephone’s whole demeanor changed instantly back to that fiery goddess that snapped right back at him the day he yelled at her. Hades definitely took notice of this.

“Well, that’s nice, I suppose, but I’d like to know why I’m back. I believe last time we talked you claimed that you ‘didn’t want to take that all away’ when it came to me making my own choices.” Persephone replied, a twinge of anger in her voice.

Pain and Panic looked at each other in confusion. They obviously missed out on that entire conversation and weren't sure what Persephone was referring to.

“Hey, you ate the pomegranate right?” Hades asked.

“…Yes.” Persephone answered hesitantly, wondering where he was going with this.

“Boom. That was your choice, not mine.” Hades claimed as he pointed to her to emphasize his statement.

“What are you-“ Persephone started to argue before Hades interrupted her.

“Bup, bup! You ate the pomegranate seeds. You ate what, 4? 5? How many?”

“I don’t know, I had like, a handful. Maybe 7 or 8?” Persephone answered with a shrug.

“Wow, didn’t think you’d eat that many. Well, be that as it may, you, sweet flower child, will be staying here in the Underworld with me for 7 to 8 months. I’d say that’s long enough until next spring, give or take a few days.”

Persephone was taken aback by the news. “What?! Next spring?!”

“C’mon, Persephone, sweetheart, babe. Don’t act so surprised.” Hades said as she wrapped his arm around Persephone’s shoulders. “You knew what you were doing when you ate those seeds. I know you have an innocent little squishy cutie face, but I also know you’re not as dumb and naive as I thought you were.” Hades squeezed Persephone’s cheeks and shook her head as she pushed his arm away from her. She glared at him once again as she looked away, now she knew where he was going with this.

It was true, yes, she knew those pomegranate seeds would bring her back, but she didn’t know how or how soon. Honestly, she kinda forgot about the seeds after a few months since she was so busy with her job. She also didn’t know that the amount of seeds she ate determined how long she would stay with Hades. If she did, she certainly wouldn’t have eaten a handful.

“Admit it, babe. You knew. You wanted to come back.”

Persephone rolled her eyes and walked away from Hades as he crossed his arms. She hated this god, she hated how right he was and how clever he thought he was creating this whole plan to purposely bring her back, so he could rub it in her face. She didn’t want to admit it, not in front of him, but she had to. She knew he wouldn’t shut up if she didn’t, so she told him exactly what he wanted to hear: the truth.

“Fine. Yes. I wanted to come back, okay? I just…felt bad about leaving so soon after we talked and…I actually…liked talking to you. It’s nice to talk to someone who understands how I feel and I don’t have to put on this whole ‘perfect, flawless goddess’ schtick.”

Hades smiled. At first it seemed almost genuine, but it then formed into a proud and menacing smirk. He then approached Persephone and wrapped his arm around her shoulders once again. “Well, I’m glad to hear that, sweet cheeks. ‘Cause now we got until next spring to do all the talking you want.”

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