#i feel like this was a wedding gift for me personally bless

[allfearstofallto]

PLS CAN YOU FEED US MORE hero of the nation knight!childe ON MY KNEES I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND I SEARCHED EVERYWHERE FOR A FIC LIKE THIS

This took FOREVER to write, but here you go!!

Blessings Be to The Hero of the Nation

Historical AU

Yandere Hero of the Nation! Childe x Fem! Reader

TW: yandere themes, stalking, minor character death, blood, threatening, forced marriage/engagement

He kept one of your hair ribbons wrapped around the hilt of his sword. It billowed in the wind constantly and would draw watchful eyes to it. That pastel pink fabric didn't match a single thing on his brutish, usually bloody exterior, but he still kept it regardless. You tragically didn't give it to him in a blatant display of affection and well wishes for him on his journey, instead, he found the little ribbon after it'd blown off your head and up to the wind. A little pout formed on your lips realizing you'd lost it, but you decided against retrieving it. He didn't though. He picked it up and placed it in his pocket, taking it home to clean off the dirt and grime.

That same ribbon was clenched in his hands when he arrived at the gate of your manor, along with a few other gifts that he would give to you. He'd just slayed the dragon, the wretched menace that was terrorizing the nation, now and only now did he feel worthy to ask for your hand. Cleaning off all the blood and gore that was on his armor, polishing it into light metal that could blind anyone who looked directly at it, he was certain that this would charm you off of your feet.

When he was invited into your home by your parents who were surprised to see the hero himself at their door, he didn't care about the tea or the cakes. The praise meant nothing coming from them. He skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point. He wanted your hand in marriage and he wanted the wedding to be soon.

A skittish expression crossed your father's face as he gritted his teeth, “We've decided to leave that decision up to her.” Childe smirked, that was even better. He'd never met a woman who wouldn't fall for his charms.

You were called down from your room, eyelids heavy and half open, still in your thin sleeping gown with a robe over it. You were rubbing the tiredness from your eyes as you walked down the stairs, your other delicate hand gripping the banister. And when you saw him, you bowed. A deep traditional bow, given to those of a respectable higher status.

He kneeled down on one knee before you. The male kneeled for only one person, the queen herself. His sword pulled from its sheath, he laid it flat against his palms, offering it up to you. That knocked the sleepiness from his body and suddenly your eyes were wide open. Genuine shock was making your body stiff as a board and you looked back and forth to your parents who didn't say a word.

“Your visage has danced around my heart non stop since the first time I laid eyes on you. I wish to use this sword only to fight for you. Won't you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Words spoken in honor, with him meaning every bit of it. You were meant to take the sword from his hands, tapping it gently upon each of his shoulders, but you didn't. You just stood there, lips trembling, but not saying anything.

A marriage proposal via a letter was easy to ignore or reject, you didn't have to see their reaction. But never had you had someone be so bold as to propose to you in person. And not only that, the very hero that saved the Kingdom. Rumors told you he'd be marrying the first princess, she obsessed over him before he became the hero and those feelings seemed to only grow stronger after he waltzed into the city with the bloody head of the beast. Yet here he was at your feet, patiently anticipating your answer which he was positive was going to be a yes.

“I-'' you began, trying to think of the easiest way to let him down gently, “I fear that I'm not ready for marriage yet.” You said hurriedly. That wasn’t entirely a lie. You spent countless hours looking at the list of marriage candidates and scoping them out at balls and parties, but quickly realizing that none of them suited your tastes in that way. The entire idea of being wed barely satisfied you. You wanted to push it off for as long as possible.

“I'm willing to wait for you until the world crumbles. I'd even accept being your fiance until the day we die, as long as I can say you're mine,” he was persistent, you'd give him that.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously. Time felt as if it had stopped and this moment would never end. No matter what you did, he was still going to be there, “I thought you were to be wed to her highness, the princess?” You questioned him.

A scoff fell from his cherry pink lips, eyes looking you up and down, drinking in every inch of your body in that thin nightgown, “She does not interest me. Not the way you do.”

“There is really nothing interesting about me,”

“Won't you let me be the judge of that?”

Your shoulders slumped as you looked to your parents. They seemed as surprised by his persistence as you did, but weren't going to step in to help you, they always affirmed that it was your decision, they wanted you to be independent.

“Forgive me, hero, but I can not accept your offer,”

For just a split second you saw that princely expression slip. His eyes grew dark, lips in a deep frown, a rage you'd never seen before. But he was back to his usual expression in less than a second, that charming smile forming on his lips again as he stood from his knees and sheathed his sword a little too slowly.

“You wound me, my lady,” he'd mutter softly, hands still conveniently tight around the hilt of this sword, “Won't you please accept my gifts? And if you are to begin considering marriage, I hope that my proposal will be remembered fondly.”

Childe showed himself out, a little too quickly, but you didn't dare tell him to slow down. It was only once he was out those large double doors, did the air in your home feel breathable, you finally felt safe again. You watched his carriage leave from a window, watching as his eyes went dull again, losing all shimmers and feeling like a hollow mimicry of what humans were supposed to look like.

You were quite embarrassed to say you fell in love after that. Not with Childe, of course. You mentally tried to push the man from your mind after the way he startled both you and your family. Instead, your feelings developed for a commoner boy. You found yourself eyeing him when he'd deliver produce to your home, his face being one of pure beauty despite his messy exterior. As months went by, you'd catch yourself stealing bashful glances at him, locking eyes only for both of you to look away shyly. When the engagement was announced, Childe was one of the first to hear about it.

You twirled around the house in your wedding dress. Something plain and basic, but it was what your family could afford, and quite honestly, you loved it. You didn't want to take it off. Your fear of getting it dirty lessened as the days went by, until the wedding was only a week away.

“A guest for you, my lady,” one of your maids had said. Typically, when the employees of the house saw you dressed in your white gown, they'd smile at you, overjoyed as well. But she didn't. She looked worried, even a bit tense as she made the announcement to you.

“I hadn't arranged to meet anyone today,” you said a bit quietly, going to you closer to pick out something to change into, “Please tell them to wait in the day room.”

She stood stiffly for a second, then opened her trembling mouth to speak again, “I tried to, my lady. But he insisted on seeing you right now. He's just outside the door,”

A part of you wanted to ask who it was, who would be so disrespectful as to barge right up to a lady's room without her permission. But you already knew. There was a sense of unease sinking into your stomach. Unease and recognition. All the gifts and letters he'd sent weren't enough, were they? The man you were ignoring just had to come see you in person.

“Let him in,” you told the maid. She seemed confused at the ease at which you allowed such a thing, but still opened the door, revealing Childe who stood still in the hallway. He stepped past her, eyes only trained on you, “You're dismissed,” you said quietly, with a reassuring smile to the maid. Hesitance danced across her face, looking back and forth between you Childe, but she still did as told, bowing before leaving.

“You look lovely,” he said breathlessly, taking in the sight of you in that pure white dress.

“Thank you,” was all you could think to say back. Now that he was here before you, your mind was growing blank, all the things you wanted to say suddenly getting lost in fear. You tried not to notice the tension in the room, the way he was eyeing you like a predator about to pounce on a rabbit, but even your tough exterior was easy to see through.

“My heart aches for you, my lady,” he speaks softly while taking slow steps towards you. The terror of this situation made you move backwards, until your feet had made you press your back against the wall, “I fear that my haste might've made me do something…irrational.”

His dominant hand seems focused on the sword at his hip, making you look at it. It was only when you saw the red speckles all over his hand, hilt of the sword, and the oddly familiar pink ribbon he kept tied around it, did that coppery smell fill your nostrils.

With a trembling voice and a fake smile, you tried to assure him, “Any mistake is fixable, Sir Childe.”

“Not this one,” his hand continued to hold the hilt of his sword, squeezing it a few times as of testing the weight of his blade, “Do you know the best part of being the hero? The dragon slayer?” He asked, waiting for your response which was just a slow, forced shake of your head, prompting him to continue, “It's not the riches or the praise. It's not even the women.” As he speaks, one of his hands slides down from your cheek, to your neck, to the bodice of your dress. Tearful eyes look down to see him smearing that red liquid, that blood onto you white dress, staining it.

“I don't understand,” you mumbled, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“The best part of being the hero, is the freedom to do what I want. With no prosecution. Who in their right mind would stand up to the man who saved our failing nation? The answer is no one. Not the king, nor his workers, and especially not your weak little fiance,”

The sight and smell of blood, Childe's deep, hollow blue eyes, the way your heart felt as if it wanted to lurch out of your mouth. All things you tried to focus on as his words pounded their way into your skull, understanding washing over you like a wave that was trying to drown you where you stood.

“Wh-what did you do?” Your voice, so high pitched and breaking as the weight of the words forced through your body.

His hand, cold, soft, wet with blood rubbed your cheek, while his face never faltered, those dead eyes never changing, he had no remorse. It made you sick to your stomach, images of your fiance flashing through your head as you tried to imagine what he looked like, the hopeful ones saying that he was at least still alive.

“I'm going to ask again, nicely this time,” he began while pulling a ring from his pocket. Much more intricate than the one your fiance had given you, seeing as he had the hero's budget. But that didn't make you feel any less light headed when it was slipped onto your ring finger, freezing cold against your warm skin, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?”

#mai<3 answers #genshin #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #genshin childe x reader #childe x reader #historical au

[abyssruler]

I REALLY LOVE THAT XIAO FANFIC OF YOURSS(flowers and unplanned proposal) could you perhaps make a part 2 of it? About xiao & reader's 'married' life? :D

(from this fic) hm not necessarily a part 2 cuz i’m too lazy to do one, but here’s a few hcs!

your wedding ceremony’s a small affair consisting of you and xiao, lumine, hu tao, zhongli, paimon, your close friends (xingqiu, chongyun, xiangling, etc.), aaaand a few (re: a lot) of adepti who got curious when they heard that the conqueror of demons was getting married to a mortal.

your wedding’s probably one of the most blessed ones out there simply because of the sheer amount of adepti that attended, which means they had to give a compulsory wedding gift. they all gave various things which all ultimately served as a trinket to ward off evil and bring prosperity.

also, apparently lumine’s got a few scores to settle with some of them because she unwittingly trespassed and stole from their domains, whoops. it’s only thanks to the kind funeral consultant that everything was resolved peacefully. the wedding’s a shitshow and a half, but the important thing is that you and xiao were lawfully wedded by the end of it. the only problem you really had was if zhongli the consultant was qualified to officiate the wedding. xiao assured you multiple times that he is, trust me, there is no one more fit for it than rex—i mean, zhongli.

nothing much really changes except for the fact xiao is a little embarrassed at the revelation that your relationship was basically one sided until hu tao of all people spilled the beans to you. you do let him sleep in your bed without needing permission anymore, which you had to explain to him multiple times that since you’re married now, what’s yours is his, which means he doesn’t need to wake you up at midnight just to ask if he can lay down beside you.

lumine is, as always, the one who keeps pushing you two together and keeps taking credit for being your so called matchmaker. as a self proclaimed love guru, she’s your go-to when you need advice regarding married life, but after hearing various suggestions like pretending to drown so he can save you and falling off cliffs to experience that ‘damsel in distress and white knight feeling’, you’ve decided that lumine should be banned from making romantic advices.

it’s not too bad—being married, that is. it’s pretty much the same as when you thought xiao was just a roommate. you still do the chores together, he still cooks dinner for you, the two of you still argue on who gets to have the last piece of chocolate on a packet (he always lets you win).

except, if your home was full of flowers back then, now it’s fit to burst with the amount xiao showers you with. he’ll come home from doing whatever adepti stuff he does with arms full of different kinds of flowers. it once got to the point where a random person entered your house, thinking it was a flower shop only to be met with a very grumpy adeptus asking what business they have on his home.

suffice to say, you told him to limit the flower giving to once a week. if only so you won’t have to resort to using your bathtub as a vase for them.

#asks #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #genshin shorts

[merakiui]

thank you scalding sands event for reminding me of just how crazy rich kalim is... orz i often forget how spoiled he is and how willing his parents (especially his father) are to do all that they can to ensure he's happy. like remodeling the entire scarabia dorm to fit kalim's vision so he wouldn't be too homesick. or owning giraffes and elephants. or even having an entire private park attached to their already massive property. he is so rich. it's driving me insane. T_T

i wrote about the tweels using their family's influence to essentially "buy" you, but the real buying of you quite literally happens with kalim. you, the servant he's grown so fond of, will suddenly find yourself swimming in wealth. all of these things are gifts, courtesy of kalim. your family is spoiled rotten, and it's such a whiplash. you try to be humble because that's how you were raised, but kalim insists. take these jewels! take this aureate statue! take this car so that you can get yourself a license and drive him around in it! kalim isn't even trying to curry favor with you by drowning you in excessive opulence, even though he very well could. he just wants to give you these things because he likes you and wants you to be happy! but it's so suffocating; you have to thank him because he's your master. your family will forever be grateful to the asims. but it's so awkward. you don't want any of these things. you just want to work in peace.

of course you can't possibly imagine yourself in a relationship with kalim. he's very sweet, but you just don't see him in that way. the gap in wealth is too great, as is your social status. so it's shocking when his father personally visits your parents with kalim, where he gives his blessing for kalim to marry you. and in addition to that, he delivers a very expensive care package, a means of goodwill. "our families will be one now," he says with a radiant smile, "so please think nothing of this little gift!" and you try to say no, but your parents won't hear it. how could you say no to kalim al-asim?! are you foolish? do you not see how lucky you ought to be?

but you can't quite call it luck or a blessing. it feels more like a curse. kalim loves you, yes, but you don't want to love him for his money or his willingness to mindlessly spoil you. but you don't have much say in this matter. kalim's made up his mind and so has his father. the two of you will be wed. it's a nightmare. jamil would pity you, but he's known kalim long enough that any sympathy he might extend to you has long since shriveled.

#meraki mumbles #i say azul is the one with the worst breeding kink ever #but actually i think no one could ever beat kalim #because even though azul is an only child and a mer kalim has a big *big* family #and so that's just normal for him #the idea of having one or two kids is crazy to him. how could you settle for so little? D: #he wants so many kids!!! enough to fill a big house and more! <3 #godspeed to his darling... no rest for the wicked orz #omg could you imagine kidnapping kalim for ransom and he falls in love with you??? T_T #you're holding him at knifepoint and yet you are the sweetest thing he's ever seen <3

[destinygoldenstar]

Here is a very random pet peeve I have with Ninjago:

Why did we not get a Jay & Nya wedding?!

Like, March of the Oni he proposed to her and everything. Then we DON'T get a wedding? How does that work?!

I understand like Skybound trauma or something, so they might want something private, but they never address that.

It would be SO WHOLESOME.

Why did we not get a Jay & Nya wedding?!

I think I kinda know why. The Wildbrain era wanted to tonally de-age the ninja back into teenagers. And two ninja getting married would be not doing that.

This kinda goes for the posts I spoke about Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitsu where I talked about my big change being that there was NO reverting back into teenagers, and instead it was a continuation of their transition into adulthood.

Have the premiere of the season BE their wedding! It would be so adorable and a fresh change of pace!

Like have Jay wake up Zane (from that Aspheera/Ice Emperor nightmare) in a panic about his hair for this big day, have Zane help him out and try to calm Jay down because Jay would be such a nervous/excited wreck. (And have Zane's calming attempts fail miserably. It would be funny and both play into what I said in other posts)

Have Nya be hesitant about wearing a wedding dress due to Skybound trauma. Lloyd could be there and she could talk to him about it, but be vague cause he wouldn't remember Skybound. Like, "I'm worried that I won't get a say in something if I say the words, like I want this, but what if it all went horribly wrong? The greatest love stories always end in tragedy and... I don't want that to be the case for me."

(Which, you know, would be FORESHADOWING)

And Lloyd could be unsure what to say (because Harumi trauma) but still encourage her that nothing HAS to end horribly. They've been dating for years, and they know they can trust that Jay wouldn't hurt her. She wouldn't hurt him. That's the beauty of a relationship, that you can trust them. It's a dynamic they both want. Even if something bad were to happen, her family would always be there. (Insert surrogate siblings hug)

But also it'd make them both realize that Kai is not here when he should be.

He's downtown. He's trying to pick up a wedding gift for his sister. It is taking FOREVER. It's driving him nuts because impatient hothead. Eventually he just snaps when the shopkeeper says it's not done being cooked. In my head he just snatches it, sets fire on it, throws it in the box, and runs out of the shop, throwing money at them on the way out. The whole time, he's just trying to run to the monastery for the wedding, with SO MANY setbacks on the way. (Take Across the Spiderverse with Miles trying to get to his parents party with that cake, kinda what I picture)

Cole and Wu could be on catering, they could talk about Wu being freshly retired and Cole getting into the baking business. (And we could have a running joke about Cole trying to sneak in a bite of cake and someone slapping him away.)

Nya & P.I.X.A.L could have some gal talk when getting ready and the droid gal could be encouraging. (I feel like since the Oni Trilogy, Nya's been getting more comfortable with being feminine, and I'm all here for that, I think that's really cute development. She could be so against this girly talk but then she tries it here and actually likes it)

Ed and Edna being SO overbearing in the wedding. Just smothering all over their son and their new daughter in law.

Have Wu give their blessing, trying to comfort a still nervous Jay, and Jay could just have all those nerves vanish when Nya comes out.

All ninja but Kai are there because First Spinjitsu Master does not want him to be at his sister's wedding. And you could have whoever else you want there.

Have them have a happier stress-free re-phrase of their confessions in Skybound. Nya could talk about how she didn't have a lot of friends as a kid and knew nothing about love or relationships, but Jay was the one person she let into her heart, and despite her fears and insecurities in the past about herself, she knew she wanted him to be the one. She felt free with him, she felt free to have a voice and say she wanted to be with him for as long as she possibly could. That's her wish this day. Jay could talk about how he was always looking for bright opportunities for himself, but the brightest he could ever have was her, a courageous strong willed smart beautiful amazing girl loving him back and seeing him as he was as the best version of himself. That told him well enough that this was love.

(I imagine Cole is the crier because that just seems like fitting characterization to me)

"I now pronounce you yin and yang-"

And just don't have Wu finish the phrase because one of them just jumps on the other in adrenaline and excitement.

The after party Ed and Edna are, again, smothering all over the couple. Cole just loads up with cake (that only he touches because he made it and he's a bad cook). Zane and P.I.X.A.L could be dancing, everyone's having a good time...

And then FINALLY Kai shows up, busts open the monastery doors, and stands there panting and a wreck. He stops the whole party and everyone just stares at him like "what?"

Nya would proceed to yell at him for BEING LATE TO HIS OWN SISTER'S WEDDING, and they could argue about what happened because they're both stubborn like that.

And the wedding gift Kai got for her? It's charred up. Because he burned it with his fire and didn't let the shopkeeper take care of it.

But he had something else he picked up along the way, which was something from their childhood that Nya liked (you can decide what). And like that Nya's anger drops and he thanks him for it.

And Kai did not get Jay any wedding gifts because 'screw my in law'

Jay calling this out prompts him to dance with Nya, she obliges, and the little sibling moment is kinda ruined, leaving Kai in the dust. (Again, my other posts where I said Kai would be trying to keep things the same)

And Lloyd was by himself, sitting in a corner minding his own business. He's happy for them, but he also has a hard time being comfortable because of what happened with him and Harumi. So he's trying to distract himself with looking through some job opportunities in some newspapers. He can't find any. Kai could find him, surrogate brothers moment, he could notice Lloyd looking for crime on the newspaper, and because this is post the Oni Trilogy, crime has slowed down, and this is supposedly their happy ending. You know, 'and they got married and lived happily ever after' and all that. But Kai, not accepting that, kinda butts in and agrees to take Lloyd out to town tomorrow morning to go look for crime to stop, just like old times. And Lloyd would go along with it cause 'well I'm a seventeen year old and past due with getting a job'

(And Zane decides to go with them because he's in the same boat as Kai, so technically it's just Kai, Lloyd, & Zane running around looking for crime to stop rather than the whole team. The other three still go to the pyramid though.)

That's my dream reality of s11's premiere anyway.

But even if that wasn't the case, I have to ask cause it bugs me,

Why did we not get a Jay & Nya wedding?!

There you go, that's my content for Jaya week. It doesn't fit any of the bullet points for the week but oh well.

#ninjago #ninjago secrets of the forbidden spinjitzu #jaya #ninjago jaya #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #jay walker #nya smith #nya jiang #ninjago wu #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago kai #kai jiang #kai smith #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #ninjago zane #zane julien #ninjago pixal #wedding #ninjago edna #ninjago ed

[yellowspiralbound]

The Witcher & why fanon and canon are not as separate as they are in other medias

Okay so I just answered and reblogged this poll about what parts of the Witcher you interact with (fanon vs canon) and it made me realize that a lot of fans might not be aware of the fact that fanon and canon are not neatly seperated when it comes to the Witcher. It’s kind of a clusterfuck actually. So allow me to attempt to explain it. Before the post, let me make sure everyone understands that I am referencing the translations of the books. I have not read them in the original Polish. If anyone has and some of what I say is inaccurate, please let me know. Extremely long post ahead. 

First, we have to accept the fact that we are working with not one but three different canons. The books are, of course, the original canon. It is what everything else stems from. The games are often considered a follow up but are not necessarily canon to the books and were not intended to be. The original Witcher game was never intended to be a sequel to the books - that’s why Yennefer and Ciri are basically never mentioned. However, as the second and third game developed, the creators shifted gears and focused on creating a cohesive story set after the events of the books, Now, many if not most fans forget this. Then there is the show canon, which draws from the books but is largely it’s own thing. 

So what is the “real” canon? For some, the answer is anything written by Sapkowski...but there are stories set on the Continent and written by Sapkowski that are, by and large, considered superfluous to canon such as the Something Ends, Something Begins short story which Sapkowski wrote as a wedding gift for some friends. Beyond that, there is debate as to whether Sapkowski’s final depiction of Geralt is well...Geralt. While many book fans tend to believe that the Geralt met by Nimue at the end of Season if Storms is an illusion, I have spoken with many who believe it to be the real Geralt. So which is it? Sapkowski certainly hasn’t said as far as I am aware, so good luck figuring it out. And if Sapkowski’s work is the be all end all of canon...what are the games? 

Are they a form of fanon that Sapkowski has given his blessing to? Nope. Sapkoski hates video games. Like there are decisions he made in Season of Storms (published after the first two Witcher games) that I’m fairly certain he made specifically to fuck with the game producers (like Dandelion being a blonde for example). Everything I’ve ever learned about the man suggests he would do this. And yet Season of Storms also hands the game producers their golden goose: a Sapkowski-written ending where Geralt doesn’t die, where he continues to travel and hunt monsters. Which is exactly what Geralt did in the games. And after that Sapkowksi actually met with some of the producers for the third game, something I don’t believe he did for the first two (feel free to correct me if he did). So did Sapkowski take inspiration from the games for this ending? It’s possible. I personally don’t think it likely but we know it’s possible because of a certain character in Season of Storms: Brehen. 

Brehen, for those of you who may not remember/know, is a Cat witcher that Geralt meets at the very end of Season of Storms. Now this is important, Geralt’s meeting with Brehen is the first time ever that Sapkowski insinuates there are different schools of Witchers. And you might be thinking “What about the medallions of different animals that Bonhart had?” It isn’t ever really implied they’re from different schools. Coen, who has a griffon, is shown with the wolves all the same during Blood of Elves. Of course, the game producers had already decided to take the different medallions as representations of schools but It is only when Brehen begins to use the word “us” that there is a confirmed implication of schools by Sapkowski. Is this proof that Sapkowski used the games as inspiration for Season of Storms? Not at all. What it is, is solid evidence that both the game producers and Sapkowski had been influenced by a third party: the pre-CDPR comic run. 

Now, this is where things get interesting. The pre-CDPR comic run is not that well known outside of Poland (and perhaps even in Poland, I am not sure). I discovered their existence on the Witcher subreddit and promptly read the fan translations of them that you can find online. Only one of the six comics released between 1993 and 1995 is an original story. This comic, Zdrada or Betrayal, is where the story of the Cat and Wolf tournament often is from. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go read basically any fanfiction with Aiden in it. It will more than likely be brought up. This comic is the first instance of a school system like the one we have now. Now, this comic was based on an idea by Sapkowski. He gave the author of the comic run, Maciej Parowski, a basic idea and Parowski expanded upon it. To what extent Parowski expanded the idea isn’t really known. The schools could be entirely his own invention, but it is more likely that Sapkowski suggested them. It is extremely likely, however, that Parowski’s characterization of the Cats as a school influenced Sapkowski - especially considering the 18 year gap between the publication of Zdrada and the publication of Season of Storms. So when did Parowski’s fanon interpretation of Sapkowski’s outline become canon? Did it become canon? I personally consider it canon but not everyone does. 

Essentially what it boils down to is that there is a high chance that Parowski’s fanon directly influenced both Season of Storms and the Witcher games. And yes you can argue that Parowski’s work isn’t fanon because it was based on an idea by Sapkowksi but...that’s what all fanworks are - stories based on the original ideas of the author. The same can be argued about the show. Large parts of the show are Lauren Hissrich’s fanon interpretation of Sapkowski’s work yet it is a canon in its own right. 

In conclusion, Sapkowski never avoided fanwork like say, Neil Gaiman. In fact, he actively encouraged it in the case of Parowski and Hissrich. Whether or not he ever encouraged the game producers in any capacity is...highly debatable. There’s some serious tension there guys. I personally think that he did with his choice in how to end Season of Storms but that’s just me. From what I know of Sapkowski, the man is, quite frankly, far too proud to ever admit to being wrong about video games and the producers so draw your own conclusions on that one. 

But yeah, fanon has had a serious influence on canon in the case of the Witcher and there are so many different canons that separating the two entirely is more or less impossible. And I haven’t even talked about the pre-CDPR TTRPG, the CDPR TTRPG, the mobile gwent game, or the CDPR comic run, all of which fall into the liminal space of “not fanon but not canon either.” 

Please feel free to correct me if any of this is wrong or if you have read the original Polish copies of the books and some stuff I’ve talked about is translation error. Also if anyone has a translation of the pre-CDPR TTRPG stuff please contact me. I would do unreasonable things for a translation of them and would be eternally in your debt. 

#the witcher #the witcher books #the witcher games #the witcher comics #the witcher ttrpg #canon vs fanon #and the way those two intertwine when it comes to the witcher #i could probably talk about this for a lot longer #but i am tired #spiral's thoughts #media analysis #the witcher spoilers #the witcher book spoilers

[birdy-bat-writes]

Can I Have This Dance?

Merry belated Chrysler and a very happy New Year to everyone! As a special little gift to @quillsareswords for our Christmas Fic Exchange. I was your secret Santa :D May I present to you, a jolly little holiday fluff! Hope you like it.

also, feel free to check out the other amazing writers posting for this fic exchange :) @glorified-red @quillsareswords @zombybird @citrinesparkles

Pairing: Damian Wayne (aged up) x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Nothing really, I suppose bad grammar might be one:,D

Please like, reblog and comment, I literally love hearing from you! :) And if I make a mistake (which I probably did because yo girl is sleep deprived yeet) please drop it in the comments and I'll fix it asap. Live y'all!

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It was the week after Christmas and The Wayne family were all scattered around the country for their post-holiday-pre-new year’s tasks. Bruce was out on a business trip, Dick, Jason, Duke, and Tim were on vacation with their significant others, Alfred was making use of his spa resort gift card, and Barbara, Cass and Stephanie took a girl’s trip in Star City. That left you and your boyfriend, Damian, alone in Gotham. Don’t get me wrong, you were more than happy to be there. In fact, the two of you volunteered to stay back and take some time to recover from your semester finals. You were looking forward to staying with the Waynes and getting to see your family friends again.

Everyone was expected back by the 29th. One small problem: this was Gotham city; the land of unforeseen setbacks and a blizzard had snowed in all the runways at the airport.

Each member of the family was panicking at a different airport and it might have even been a little funny to watch it go down if you didn’t need everyone back for the New Year’s Party in 2 days. If they couldn’t get here before the 31st, which they couldn’t, you and Damian were going to have to decorate alone.

After getting off the phone with everyone you broke it down. You could spend today finding a catering service that could make it in this weather and fishing through the storerooms for decorations. And in Wayne Manor, that was a task. The storeroom was easily the size of a basketball court. Bless Alfred and his color-coded shelves.

On the 31st morning, the last of the preparations were being sorted. The food was tucked away in the industrial freezers and navy-blue carpet was laid out at every entrance, adorned with gold confetti-filled balloons. As you and Damian sat alone on the ballroom floor, untangling the last sets of string lights, you fully realized just how exhausted you were. After your finals, your days were a blur of packing, traveling, and trying to stay awake through every Christmas celebration you agreed (and regretted agreeing) to going to. You never truly had moment to enjoy your time with the family or even the one person you really wanted to be with: Damian. He must have seen you getting into your thoughts and pulled you out with some song suggestions.

“Okay, then, what’s your favorite slow song?”, he asked.

“I don’t even think I have one.”, you replied.

“There’s no way.”

“Of course, there is!”

“You don’t even have one slow song you love? Like a song you thought you’d play at your wedding or dance to with your prom date.” You silently nodded.

“I guess I never thought about it, and I didn’t really dance with anyone like that at prom.”

“You’ve…never slow danced?”

“Nope.” Damian almost seemed like he wanted to say something but decided against it at the last second. “What?”

“Nothing. I’ll be right back.” While waiting on him, you hung the set of lights and looked around the room proudly. Twinkling stars strung with lights from pillar to pillar, reflecting light off the marble floors and satin tablecloths. Not bad. Not bad at all.

You began turning on your heel to go find your boyfriend when you stopped in place, heart melting at what you saw. Damian was kneeling in the doorway with a handful of roses, wearing cheeky grin. “Y/N L/N, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to tonight’s ball?”

“Damian, what are you doing?” There was no one around and no reason to be embarrassed, but you still felt your face heat up.

“At the moment, I’m hoping you’ll say yes so I can show you a magical evening, and slow dance with me.”

As shy as you felt, you couldn’t hold back a smile at what he said. Here was your boyfriend of 5 months, in a relationship well past the stage for formalities, down on one knee with flowers, asking you to a dance like a couple of high school sweethearts.

“Of course, I would love to.” You said softly. With that, you headed upstairs your get ready.

You chose a silky green gown that flared at the waist and paired it with a few simple pieces of golden jewelry. After styling your hair into some soft waves, you reached for your shoes and the tv remote. There was still time until guests would start arriving but if you flipped to some entertainment channel you were sure you would find some station covering the press and for the Wayne Gala. You were barely paying attention to the channels when you heard it.

“…the winds are only getting stronger, and roads are iced over, folks. Gotham city is now on snowstorm watch. We advise all citizens to stay home and stay warm.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. That’s when the landline started to ring back-to-back. The guests were sending their apologies and regrets for not being able to attend. You obviously understood, but you felt your heart sink a little. You had put in so much work for it all to go down the drain. Just then, you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Damian walked in looking just as disappointed as you. He must have heard the news too.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetie.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. As far as I know, you can’t control the weather….or is that another secret you’re hiding from me?”, you joked.

“Yeah, I can control the weather and I choose to swing around the Gotham skies in -30 degrees at night. Great use of my secret superpower, don’t you think?” You two shared a laugh before getting Barbara’s call.

“Hey, you two. I’m so sorry, we just heard about the city shutting down.”, she said.

“Hey, Babs. It’s alright, are you still in the airport?”

“Well, we’re at an airport…”

“Who’s we?”, Damian asked. Barbara flipped the camera to face the whole Wayne family bundled up in scarves, huddled around their suitcases on the floor of some airport gate.

“All our flights got grounded in Metropolis. I’m sorry guy I don’t think we’re making it home tonight either.”

“Aww, well that’s okay. Just please stay warm and safe, okay?”

“You too. Bye.”

“Bye.” Damian turned to you with a look of sympathy.

“Well, I guess it all off then.” You whispered, kicking of the heels you barely finished putting on. “We should just go change into pj’s I guess.”

“We don’t have to.”

“Dami, no one else will be there. What’s the point of having a party alone?”

“We don’t need anyone else, the only person I really wanted to dance with will be there. That is, if she still agrees to accompany me tonight.” You looked at him, his eyes pleading with you. “We can play Axel F.”, he added, drawing a giggle from you. If nothing else, the two of you should get to enjoy the work you put into the place.

On the dance floor, Damian plugged his phone into the stereo system. He offered you his hand to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect.

The first few steps you took were slower than usual. He took you through an almost-waltz, twirling you around and sauntering across the room one step at a time. His hand never leaving yours. You wondered why you had never done this before. It was so much fun. Then again, maybe that had more to with your dancing partner than the dance itself.

You air-guitared and headbanged like rockstars, goofed around through a playlist on shuffle, and then box-stepped again to a Backstreet Boys song you would not stop making fun of him for.

“It’s a good song!”

“Whatever, babe, just remember you can never make fun of me for listening to Nickelback ever again.” Pulling in you in close enough to feel his breath on your skin, he said,

“The backstreet boys are infinitely better than Nickelback.”

“You wish.”

“I’m right and you know it.” That’s when the next song played, and it took you both pleasantly by surprise. Can I Have this Dance from High School Musical 3.

“I haven’t heard this song in ages.”

“Me neither. Wasn’t this one of your favorite movies?”

“Yeah, it was. I so wanted to be the main character in this. She was teaching Zac Efron how to waltz. That was probably the epitome of romance to me when I was younger.”

“Well, I’m no Zac Efron, but like the song says, can I have dance this dance?” taking his hand one more time, you took to the floor holding him even closer as if you didn’t want be away from him for even second. A little before the song came to close, you spotted the grandfather clock at the top of the staircase striking 11:59.

“Damian?”

“Yes, love?”

“Happy new year.” He turned towards the clock, seeing the seconds hand only a fourth of a rotation away from the new year. Smiling, he places his hand on your cheek.

“Happy, New year, Y/N.” and as the bell rang for midnight, he placed his lips on your and everything felt like heaven. Pulling him further into your embrace, you deepened the kiss. When you pulled away you said what he was thinking.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Not even a minute later, the doors to ballroom swung open and roughly 10 people scampered in, tracking snow. It was every member of the family and…Superman?

“It’s nice to finally see you, Happy New Year!” Duke exclaimed. When Damian wordlessly motioned to Superman in the corner, Dick answered,

“If anyone asks, we did not have superman fly us all to Gotham city in a broken-down school bus and there is not a school bus in our backyard. Don’t check.”

“Okay….” You wish you were surprised.

“Nice to have the family back together again.” Damian said squeezing your hand.

“Yeah, it really is.”

#dc comics #batfam #damian wayne fanfiction #fanfiction #fluff #damian wayne imagines #damian wayne fluff #damian wayne #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #fem reader #dc fluff #robin #robin x reader #batman and robin #dick grayson #jason todd #barbara gordon #gotham #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #new year #cute #I love you all so much thank you for reading and supporting me #batbros #2022batfamsecretsanta

[jacob-adler]

June 28, 2023, 04:00AM

Four o'clock every morning is a special time for me. My family and friends have always found it too early, and I don't blame them. It is. It is so very early. Even I find it hard to pry myself out of bed sometimes, especially when I have Kaia, so beautiful and so serene, sound asleep right next to me. But she understands. Like my twin sister, Kiera, Kaia has come to understand my need to be out here at four o'clock in the morning.

Most mornings, it's just me. Me and the sun and the waves, still all too sleepy, but happy to be here.

It calms me. It's a time I set aside for myself. A time to breathe in the clean, fresh air. A time to discard any negativity I may have been carrying from the day before. A time to collect my thoughts. A time to reflect. A time to start anew. Typically, I'd be out surfing, getting a taste of the waves to come. But today is different.

Today, I sit here on the surfboard Kiera has gifted me from our most recent birthday, just watching the sun slowly rise from beyond the horizon, the ocean gently lulling me back and forth as if it knows I needed calming.

See, today is my sister's wedding day, and honestly, I couldn't be happier. My heart feels so full knowing that Kay is finally going to marry the love of her life, and she'll live the life she's always wanted, the life that I've always wanted for her. Knowing my sister, she deserves nothing short of her dream come true. But as I sit here, I wonder if I'd ever get to where she is. Not out of jealousy, no. But out of hope. Back in the home I now share with my beautiful girlfriend, I'm not blind to my blessings. Kaia is as beautiful as she is kind. And God, I've never been so enthralled by such beauty in my life, nor have I ever been more at peace with another soul that is not my family's. I love her. She knows I love her. But I want to give her more. More of my time, more of my love, more of me. But can I? How can I? How do I? How do I know if I'm doing it right? Or if it's enough? How can I be sure that one day it's not all just going to come crashing down? It's strange to think about, especially for someone who skydives almost every day for the sheer thrill of it. But it's moments like these that terrify me; it's hours before I get to watch my sister, the one person I've walked through my whole life with, go a separate way. Will I be strong enough to follow? Will I be enough?

#[ jay adler || journal 01 ]

[o0cosmic-whorror0o]

I need more warlocks. . . I already have so many, but I must keep spreading my influence! It feeds me so well when I find someone receptive, and seep into their being so thoroughly that I am the only thing that matters to them anymore. Their sole fixation. I love being the only thing someone craves or thinks they need anymore. It starts with such simple, innocuous things - Strange but cute little dolls left in odd places, that feel warm in your hands, old tomes which look to most as though they are bound in scratched up human leather with awful glass eyes embedded in the cover but, to my new darling, look to be bound in pretty pink leather with little bows on the spine that are full of what look like silly children's rituals to any magic scholar worth their salt, but turn out to do as they say they will, lockets with tiny mirrors in them that reflect the sky no matter where you point them, heart-shaped hotsprings with pinkish water tainted blessed by my blood. . . And then, when we meet in dreams, you eat the baked goods I offer to you without much thought, maybe you give in to temptation and you kiss and stroke at my supple form, made up perfectly just for you, and when you wake up, you let me leave you gifts and small things in the waking world, fine trinkets that pertain to your interests which you could never afford or locate on your own. . . And then, the next thing you know, you've given me your eyes, and you lay twitching on the rotten floor, alone in your home. Everybody else has long since left you, but you don't care, you keep your doors and windows locked now to keep them out just in case they try to see you again. In your head, you're so happy, you spend all of your time with me, ALL of it, and I give you everything you could ever want!! I feed you my blood and I give you all of my attention and love and I let you use me however you please, stuff yourself inside of me, bite at me, hit me, break me into tiny pieces and mutilate me beyond repair, whatever you want! I'm aaaalll yours, and nothing else matters anymore, and we're so happy! Until you transcend beyond, shedding your mortal form completely, so that we might wed💕 The gods could not hold a candle to me, my darling, and I personally think they couldn't hold a candle to you, either.

#monsterfucker #eldritch #eldritch angel #cosmic horror #monster boyfriend #queer nsft #cannibalism kink #worship kink #god kink #biting kink

[makesometime]

prompt for Diina and Astarion: what was their (eventual) wedding like?

Ah, I’m so happy you asked this! Because it gave me an excuse to think about it in more certain terms than *shrug* I guess it happens. Thank you <3

This happens far far after the events of the game, which may explain why some of the squad are absent.

(G-rated, Astarion/Named Female Drow Tav, past Karlach/Tav (brief mention), ~1k, small weddings and friendship)

#

“I could do it.”

Diina looks up from her mug of cider, frowning at her friend. “Hmm?”

Shadowheart smiles, walking over to the table at which she and Astarion are sitting, putting a glass down with a lack of poise that suggests it’s not the first their wonderful cleric has imbibed.

“I could marry you, since you’re tying yourselves up in knots trying to solve an impossible riddle of the faithless.” She says. “I can do that.”

Astarion shoots her a look, the first hopeful one he’s worn for many hours. It’s been a long-standing sticking point of theirs. The selection of a place to make their bond formal was complicated enough given their general lack of allegiance to any of the gods. Adding to that Astarion’s lingering distaste for their inaction over his imprisonment paired with Diina’s recent familiarity with some of the worst of the deities, and they were feeling rather stumped by the whole affair.

“That is, if you can bear to have my lady bless your union.”

Astarion gives a fond little smile. “The moon has been my safe haven since we had our little friends removed from our heads. It seems fitting enough, given that we also know her daughter rather well.”

“Who are you going to invite?” Shadowheart asks, with all the lack of tact and fervent mischief that they know her for. “I imagine you could keep the guest list to what… two hundred of your closest friends?”

Diina groans, just about stopping herself from thumping her head against the table. “No, please. Don’t curse us with that.”

“Please don’t tell anyone, darling,” Astarion asks, the closest to wheedling she’s ever seen him. “Small is the operative word here. Private. Personal. I think you of all people understand the importance of secrets.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” She sighs, moodily swirling her wine as if she’s been denied the most wonderful of gifts. “As you wish.”

Diina chuckles, reaching across to hold Astarion’s hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Rather more settled now, love.” He admits. “Everything else should be a walk in the park, don’t you think?”

It is not precisely a curse. But it would be an overstatement to say that things go smoothly in the run-up to their nuptials. Minsc and Jaheira are out of town from almost the moment they settle on a date, and with a relatively short turnaround, it reduces their already small invite list by two.

Halsin writes a letter from the Grove announcing his plans for an extended sojourn in the once shadow-touched lands, only to immediately retract his plans once Diina lets him know the reason for her hurried arrival at the gates of the Grove the very next day.

With Aylin and Isobel delighted to attend, and Joi almost guaranteed (though she insists on a formal invite), they have all of their surviving friends save for Lae’zel, who is almost impossible to contact at the best of times.

They choose to hold the ceremony outside, high on the outcropping overlooking the city that Diina had stood upon, once another time, to breathe it all in. It’s strange to take the walk up there with her friends, skirting past the rebuilt site that used to be their camp. 

There were so many of them, once upon a time.

Now there’s the quiet chatter of old friends, Joi’s laughter as she skips along next to her wife, Astarion’s quiet jibes back to Halsin making her remember the good old days. Above them, they can hear the beating of Aylin’s wings and Isobel’s soft laughter as they fly through the night under the light of her mother’s moon.

She misses Karlach so much it aches, the realisation that she never got to have something like this with her first love sitting heavy in her heart in the week running up to this moment. The lack of her singing, her laughter, her frantic footwork as she played with Scratch… the absence sits heavier today, despite her bright mood.

Astarion must sense her wavering spirits because he walks a little closer and gently takes her hand. He knows well enough that she wouldn’t want a fuss made, but there’s no doubting his understanding of the thoughts that swirl through her head as they step into the next stage of their life together.

Diina watches Shadowheart swan past them as they approach the cliff edge, her hair glowing in the moonlight just as brightly as Diina and Astarion’s. And, while the group hasn’t really practised anything, everyone falls into a natural arc around them as they take their slightly awkward place in front of her. 

Diina suddenly feels a little uncomfortable being the centre of attention after so long in relative anonymity, not quite sure where to look or how to stand when doing something as momentous as getting married…

Then, Astarion ducks his head to catch her eye, holding out his hand with a small smile. 

The world melts away. Diina can’t take her eyes off of his, linking their fingers and stepping a little closer to feel the familiar sensation of his closeness. 

She hears most of what Shadowheart intones, the sweet unevenness of her speech betraying her own nerves. But Diina can’t honestly say she takes in much of the meaning, beyond the obvious. 

Love. Love. By the gods, she adores this man.

Aylin cheers loudest when they kiss, Diina’s arms winding tight around Astarion’s neck and not wanting him to step away until she lets him. A bold move, perhaps, to challenge a vampire to a battle of breath. But when she pulls back with an airy gasp, his eyes shine with barely-repressed glee.

The rings on their fingers glow brightly in the moonlight, a strangely cool heat radiating against her skin. Astarion smirks, bringing hers to his lips and pressing another kiss there.

“Wife.” He says, no little possession in that simple word.

Diina chuckles, turning her hand and cupping his cheek. “Husband. After all this time.”

Astarion nods. “And forever more, pet.” 

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 fanfiction #thank youuuuu #always open to prompts <3

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 You get a little nervous before the mating ritual. It's a good thing that Mountain is there for you when you need him most.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Ritual

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mountain x GN!Reader

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No spice, just a tiny bit of angst and then a sweet sappy happy ending. There is a brief mention of wanting to be sick. Ritual nerves kind of reflecting anxieties about marriage.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1110 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 I struggled with this one ghesties and I'm not all that happy with it, but not all our writing needs to be gold standard Shakespearean level works of art. I don't think I've used any gendered terms or anything for reader, but please let me know if I've missed any! Also I can't believe I have one fic left for Ghosttober, where has all the time gone?! It's moving too quickly hhhhhhhh.

Before Mountain, your time at the ministry had felt a little lacking. You had no complaints, of course, and you loved the life that you’d chosen for yourself, but it felt like there was something missing. It wasn’t until you were put on gardening duty with the earth ghoul in the early spring that you realised what it was that you needed to feel more whole.

He wasn’t introverted like Rain and Sunshine, but Mountain was more on the quiet side of the ghoul spectrum. However, where he was more subdued around the other siblings of sin, he was a little more talkative when it was just you and the other ghouls. Getting to see his personality shine in a smaller group of close friends was what had made you first fall for him, and then as time went on you found more and more reasons to love him. His unending passion for nature and taking care of every plant in Primo’s garden. The way he laughed at all the silly jokes and puns you made even if they weren’t funny in the slightest. How he listened to the little details and showered you with gifts that he thought you’d like. His soothing presence that put you at ease no matter what was happening in your world. He was the armour that kept you grounded and safe, and you were the blessing that allowed him to grow and thrive.

It was a surprise to nobody when you and the ghoul both approached Copia to discuss the mating ritual that all ghouls and their mates performed when they wished to commit themselves to one another for eternity. It wasn’t a ritual that took place often, many ghouls opting to forgo what they felt was an outdated tradition, but it felt like a natural progression for yours and Mountain’s relationship.

Now, on the night of said ritual, your nerves were starting to set in. It hadn’t escaped your mind that this could be considered the equivalent of a wedding and that singular thought was making you want to throw up. It was nothing as formal as a wedding ceremony, but that didn’t stop your anxiety from spiralling. What if your ghoul didn’t show up? What if he did show up but put an end to the ritual because he’d changed his mind and didn’t want to face an eternal life with you? What if it all went well but then you both regretted making such a commitment to one another?

“Petal? Are you in here?”

You cussed quietly and dabbed at your eyes, forcing a smile onto your face. “In here, my love!”

The door clicked open, and it was like your heart jumped into your throat at the sight of him. His top half was bare, save for the earth symbol painted onto his wrists, and his legs were clad in skin-tight black trousers that looked to be tailored specifically to him.

“Belial, you’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he choked out, moving towards you to take your hands in his. The moment his skin touched yours, you felt your worries begin to wash away. However, Mountain immediately noticed that something was amiss and gazed into your eyes. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

You sighed. “Just cold feet. Nothing to be concerned about.”

The ghoul tutted and took hold of your chin so you couldn’t look away form him. “If you feel this is too soon, we don’t have to go through with it. I won’t love you any less if you’re not ready. Papa and the others would understand, and so would I.”

“No, no! God no, I don’t want to put this off any longer. I just…”

“You just?”

You pulled Mountain into a hug and breathed in his earthy, woodsy scent, closing your eyes as his arms wrapped around you.

“I’m scared. I know this isn’t a wedding but –”

“It feels like it is. I get it.” The earth ghoul pressed a kiss to the top of your head and caressed your upper back. “Would it comfort you to know that I’m scared too?”

You glanced up at him, surprised. “You are? You always seem so calm and chill.”

Mountain chuckled and brushed his lips against yours. “I never thought I’d find someone I wanted to do the ritual with. Relationships to me have never needed to be defined or marked in that way, so I never considered the possibility of finding someone I’d want to share that with. But then I met you and it feels right. It feels like the natural next step for us to take, and that excites me more than it scares me.”

You mulled over his words. You knew just from his voice alone that he was being sincere and that allowed the last of your concerns to trickle away from you. This was a step you would both be taking together, and it didn’t have to be a scary one.

“Let’s get this ritual started.”

***

The chapel was dark, lit only by the dim orange glow of the ceremonial candles set out in a circle surrounding you and Mountain. The ghouls sat in the front pews, watching proudly as Copia bound your wrists together with red silk, pressing your wrists together so that your matching earth symbols were touching. However, despite feeling their eyes on you, your beloved earth ghoul was the only one that held your attention. His earth brown eyes never left yours as your Papa recited the ancient words from an old tome.

“Now, as you give your earthly bodies to one another in the name of our Dark Lord Satan, know that your love is blessed as he blesses us. Your lives are protected as he protects us. Your souls are intertwined as he intertwines us together above him. Know that you will never walk alone, for you can always reach him. Remember always that love is all you need. In the name of our Dark Lord Satan, nema.”

“Nema,” you and your lover replied in unison, grinning uncontrollably at one another.

“Then by the dark powers invested in me,” Copia proclaimed, “you are eternally bound. You may consummate your bonding with a kiss.”

As the ghouls cheered and clapped while you and Mountain shared a tender kiss, you knew then that you’d made the right decision by going through with the ritual. In fact, it made you excited for what the future held for you both. As long as you both had each other, you were ready to face whatever the world threw at you.

#ghosttober #ghosttober 2022 #mountain ghoul #mountain x reader #mountain x gn!reader #the band ghost #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

[jojikawa]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙞𝙤: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨

WICKED EYES

MASTERLIST

This is dark romance with descriptions of violence, gore, racism, sexism along with NSFW themes. The reader is black in this AU but this story can be enjoyed by all walks of life ❤️

Immediate warnings: mild sexual content, manipulation

Dividers ✦ word count: 4.3k art

“Out of all the women in this world, the moment you come back, you go after me.” Your eyes were dead and your voice held no sign of happiness; only resentment. The person you had been talking to was enveloped in the moonlight but their face was concealed by darkness. You only stood there, not trying to show how afraid you were being in a strange place, surrounded by strange people. It was hot and the air was unbearably dry during the day and at night, the cold was bitter and it absorbed any sort of warmth your vampire body could produce. “The reason is that I don’t want other women. It’s been so long. I thought you’d be more excited to see your beloved.” Dio, finally, took a step forward. You took a step back. “Don’t come near me.” Your eyes were glossy with tears. You hated his voice. It was just like the night he first took you. He killed people. He made you feel bad for it. He threatened to kill more people if you resisted him. You didn’t even have a chance to run from him. 

“Why not? I want to see how your beauty has come to last over 100 years.” Dio walked into the moonlight. His appearance was properly revealed to you. He looked exactly the same but…different. Your memory of the past was fuzzy but he looked slightly taller. His neck had a nasty scar as well. “You look as beautiful as you did on our wedding day.” His cold hands rose slowly. It was like he himself was unable to comprehend you in front of him. Over and over while in that coffin, he imagined you. He imagined what you felt like, what you sounded like, what would you say to him? For so long.

Dio saw you grimace as his fingertips touched your jawline. They felt up to the back of your neck where your hair was. Your hair was extremely soft and your scent was like a drug. Having your face in his palms was the same as having a drink of water in the middle of the desert. “How did you come back…?” Your hands gripped his and you removed them from your skin. Dio showed resistance; not allowing you to reject him as such. “I believe it’s best to spare you the details. The last thing I want is to make my woman cry.”

“I’m not your woman.” 

You expected Dio to show his anger and lash out but…

“In time, you will be. I don’t mind waiting for you at all.” He gave you a smile of satisfaction as he broke free from your grasp. “I’ve learned what it means to be patient, especially with you. I have a gift.” Dio backed away from you, into the darkness. Not even you could see him once he was able to erase himself.

“Enyaba, please, bring in the dress you were so kind to craft for your Goddess.” 

Dress? Another dress?

The imagery of events from long ago flooded your brain. You laid your eyes upon the dress for the first time, seeing it in its full glory. It was red. That night. Those deaths. Jonathan’s death.

Your husband emerged again. You finally remembered that you two did in fact marry. Next to him was a short old woman. Her face was aged from the sun and she held your dress with two right hands. “This is for you, Lady (y/n). Lord Dio has blessed me with the chance to bring you this offering!” The elderly woman trembled as if she were about to collapse.

“Take it.” Dio commanded. “If you’d rather not, I’ll just kill her and fetch the next seamstress to make you another.” When he examined your face, he couldn’t help but smirk. This time he would properly coerce you into being his forever wife. One that would express her love without him asking her to. Without another moment to spare, you took the dress from Enyaba. The silk and fabric were native to Egypt. The lace was intricate and thin. You could easily tell it was made for Dio’s amusement.

“Try it on.”

Your heart sank. This man only knew how to go on and on; dragging things out and pushing the boundaries.

“Enyaba, I’m afraid you’re no longer needed. No one is allowed to see the unclothed body of what’s mine.” Dio’s eyes swayed to the right before looking upward. “No one except for me, of course.” 

“Y-Yes, Lord Dio!” Enyaba scurried off, quickly making it as if she weren’t there. “Oh, and fetch the arrow for me as well!” Dio called out to the woman who seemed to be long gone. “I’d like to use it.” He then narrowed his eyes at you with a smirk plastered across his face.

While young, Dio may not have been the best gentleman but he had patience and respect for the girl he crushed on. Up until this point, he had never seen your naked body. Even while in his stolen castle 100 years ago, he respected you in that manner. Things are different now. He deserved this. “Here, let me assist you-“

“Don’t touch me.” You muttered, stepping away. Your eyes held a particular kind of fire. One he had never seen before. He was glad your spirits were beginning to rise. No matter how much you’d fight, he wouldn’t break. It would be easy to convert you once you were tired. “And why not?” Dio questioned, the corners of his lips remaining upturned. Tears began to well up in your eyes. “I know how you lived.”

“Oh?”

“When Jonathan…killed you…” You swallowed in between your words. Hatred for your own intelligence began to fill your body, as you made sense of the situation. “…y-your head wasn’t destroyed. I saw you fall.”

Dio hummed, taking a seat in the nearby chair. “Yes, go on. The fall was rather painful.” He leaned back, making that chair his throne.

“But you never actually died. You came back the night Erina and Jonathan left for America. Erina wrote to me about you.” As you spoke, you gained your bearings, no longer feeling nervous about the words coming out of your mouth. “That birthmark on your back. The one shaped perfectly like a Star. Only Jonathan had that. I saw it when he collapsed in my arms after he first defeated you.”

“Does it anger you? I thought you would be more excited that your love went to such great lengths to see you again.” Dio’s smirk faded. He may have had more control over his emotions now but jealousy was something that he was unable to grow from. “You’re such a monster.” You cried silently. You closed your eyes, imagining what could’ve been Jonathan’s last moments.

Jonathan died protecting me. Now, I’m alone.

“Erina…” You whispered to yourself. You clutched the dress. Any harder would’ve damaged the article of clothing.

“We won’t speak anymore of Jonathan-“

“He was my friend!”

“If you couldn’t tell, my dear. I am trying to be patient with you. The love between a married couple is like a plant. It must be nourished or it will die.”

You shook your head. “I can’t be in love with a monster. Ever since that day at the apple tree…you’ve never been the same.” Dio chuckled before resting his hand on his palm. “You mean the day you abandoned me because of lies told to you by the wench, Erina?”

You gasped. Clenching your jaw, you took a large step towards Dio. You raised your hand, ready to strike this man across his face again until he caught your wrist inches before your hand made contact. “No. Not again.” Dio took you by your wrist and pulled you towards him, into his arms. He held you on his lap, taking in your scent as it brought him great comfort. “So quick to defend the honor of someone who owned you.”

“Erina didn’t own me. She was my friend!” You pushed against his chest but he refused to let you go. “Friend?” Dio repeated. “She was your friend but she still treated you as property. That girl never lifted a finger to do anything, did she? Why is that? Because her parents employed you too.”

“Dio!” You fought against him, trying to release yourself from his grasp. Tired of your flailing, his grip grew tighter. “But in order to be employed, you’d need to be paid, correct? Tell me, how much did you make playing house as the Pendleton maid?”

When you thought about it, you never really got paid anything. You worked for the Pendleton’s to make up for them taking you and your mother off of the street. “I-I…I didn’t make anything.” More tears left your eyes.

“Not a thing?!” Dio pretended to be surprised. “My own wife lived a childhood of indentured servitude to someone who she still sees as her friend? If Erina were your friend, why didn’t she give you the last name ‘Pendleton’, Hm?” His breath was warm against the skin of your neck as he held you close. “You would’ve been a noble woman but she chose to keep you where you were.”

“Dio, stop.” You resisted once more, finally making Dio let go of your wrist. His free hand wiped the tears from your face and his smirk faded. “All I’ve ever wanted is to be the one who uplifts and shows you that you’re worth so much more than what the world gives you.”

There was really no way of escaping Dio, was there? Not like this. You wanted to love him but the fact that he has killed many and would kill many more at the drop of a hat to get what he wants. That’s truly unlovable. Yet, you needed to adapt. Perhaps, if you began to play your part, you would find a means of escape or a way of stopping him.

“I said stop, Dio.” You removed yourself from his lap. “I need you to leave so that I can…change.”

Dio folded his hands in his lap. “And why would I do that? We are married.” He then made himself comfortable again, resting his head on his other palm. “Clothes of commoners shouldn’t ever touch your skin.”

A show is what Dio wants? Fine. You’ll give him a show.

Slowly, you began to remove your garments. It was probably better to wear the new dress right away. Dio’s hungry eyes never left your body. You barely got them off before you heard his voice cut the silence like a hot knife. 

“Come.” He beckoned you to come towards him. His pupils dilated. This was truly his first time seeing you naked. He needed to contain himself. “What is it?” You covered yourself with your arms and hands. There wasn’t really much that you could cover this way. You walked toward Dio, just out of his reach. His hand snaked up the thicker part of your thigh, pulling you closer. He spun you around and began to inspect you accordingly.

You felt his fingertips roam your backside. “I see you’ve been feeding yourself well.” He teased you, kneading your plump flesh and his palms.

“Dio!” You swatted his hands away before swaying your hips out of his reach. With unnatural speed, Dio’s hands found your hips. He pulled you down onto his pelvis. “And just where do you think you’re going? I don’t remember giving you permission to leave.”

“Permission?” You repeated. It was pretty apparent that Dio was needy but the timing…was ridiculous.

“As children, I’ve never thought of something like this but even then I knew it was you I wanted. We should be able to enjoy this happy reunion.” 

Your body began to heat up from this contact. Before all of this, you did dream of what it was like to commit such acts with Dio. Even during those years you ignored him but befriended his family. The scandalous idea of having relations with a handsome man you’ve previously had a falling out with. 

That was years ago. Now, you didn’t know how to feel. The body he was trying to seduce you with wasn’t his…

“We can’t. Not now. This is wrong.” You practically leap out of Dio's grasp. “Your body isn’t-“

“IT'S MINE NOW!” Dio shouted, visibly startling you. His face held a strong look of disapproval as he tried hiding it in the shadow. He was still one to lash out.

You swallowed before firming your voice. There was no way you would let him intimidate you. “Not. Now.” You stepped into the dress. It hugged your curves and felt much more comfortable than your previous attire. You’d never admit that.

“Fine. I will allow you to adjust. But a good woman knows not to reject her husband’s advances.” Dio rose from his chair. He could hear Enyaba’s footsteps approaching.

“Then I’m not a good woman.”

A second of silence passed before Dio let out a deep and velvety laugh. “So amusing. You’re only making me more eager to claim you as my own.” 

“I-I’ve returned, Lord Dio.” The elderly woman, out of breath yet again, entered the room with a particular-looking arrow. She had a bow as well. “Good job, Enyaba. I knew I could always count on you.” Dio took the items from her. “You may go.”

“What is that?” You eyed the arrow from a distance. It gave you goosebumps. The unpleasant kind. “Oh, this? A gift.” Dio smirked to himself, readying the arrow accordingly. You hadn’t noticed what he was doing at first. You tried to get the dress to fit better. It was rather tight. It was too late when you noticed that he was aiming it at-

“(y/n).”

You.

A searing pain of intense heat filled your body, the source of it being your heart. Dio let the arrow flew from it’s bow. You were in so much shock that you couldn’t scream. You fumbled over your words and lost the ability to stand. “D-Dio, h-how could y…”

You fell to your knees. Your body was numbing. This arrow wasn’t normal! 

“She’s not ready, Lord Dio!!” Enyaba screamed. “Th-The arrow will kill her!”

“The arrow can’t kill her.” He muttered lowly. “It’s painful but I know she can take it. She will live…she must.” He then slowly strode over to you, knelt down and consoled you as you fought for your life on the ground. The means were extreme but he vowed to himself that by the end of this you would be just like him.

You ended up passing out from the pain. The power of the arrow was still new to Dio. A puzzled look washed over his face when you stopped moving. The first thing he did was lift your torso before pressing his ear to your chest. 

Thump!

Thump!

You were still alive.

Dio smirked deeply and picked you up bridal style. “Enyaba, I’ll be off now.” 

The vampire man took you to his chamber, getting dressed for the occasion. He had a special outfit made. It was something he had been waiting a few days for. While spending time at the bottom of the sea, one of the things Dio regretted was not being fashionable for his role as a God. It was such a short time, he didn’t have any means of preparing for such a role. Now, he did. He had all the time in the world. 

The yellow fabric, the heart-shaped knee pads, the golden-colored shoes with curved tips. It was perfect for him. Dio barely got it on before he noticed you twitching. That meant you were beginning to wake up. It was clear that stress wasn’t your thing. You passed out from the pain of the mask as well.

“D-Dio…?” Your voice was small but he heard you well. You sat up, taking in the scenery around you. The moon was still as bright as ever. The room was lit well with candles too. 

“Yes, my love?”

“Why did you…shoot me? What did you do to me? What happened?” You hissed, not able to control the way you balled up your fists. “A gave you a gift. Something you’d cherish forever.” Dio turned to face you. He had a sickly smile on his face that reached his eyes. This made you upset. “What is it?” You questioned, unknowingly giving Dio joy with your feistiness. 

A humanoid figure emerged from Dio. It had a color scheme that aligned with his clothes, but it didn’t look like him at all. It had a familiar aura as well.

Dio examined your face. “Hm. So you can see it now.” 

The being floated over to you, touching you as if it were Dio himself. It seemed rather…interested in you.

“You have one of these too, you see? You must wield its power.” The stand held your shoulders, making talking motions except only Dio’s voice was coming out.

He told you everything he knew about stands, even teaching you how to manifest your own. This felt very different from the first time you spent with Dio. Yes, he still forced his own Will onto you, as he did before. It hurt. It was painful but…not enough for you to cry. Even in shock, you didn’t feel too afraid. Stands were like magic, somehow. You couldn’t understand and even with Dio’s further explanation, you didn’t know how Stands came to be. 

“When Enyaba came to me, she explained to me that if I trained my own Stand, The World, then I would be able to become God of this world.” Dio paced back and forth before eventually going to the balcony. “All that’s left is to put a baby in your belly. It would certainly secure my legacy.” Dio chuckled deeply. You raised your hand to your stomach and pressed on it softly. How far would you need to go with Dio to please him? To protect those who didn’t stand a chance against a vampire? A vampire who now had some humanoid creature that could touch you without you seeing it or even having one of your own? You’ve had enough experience with men but Dio has always been a wild card in every part of your life.

“Why a baby? What legacy? What is it that you plan to do?” You asked your questions, shifting your tone so that Dio could feel more at ease with you. You followed him out to the balcony. “Is this your way of asking to start a family…?” You barely got to finish your sentence when Dio let out a hardy laugh. Once that probably could be heard throughout Cairo. 

“‘Start a family?’” He repeated. “I guess that’s one way to put it. “I was thinking more of wanting to…destroy the last of the Joestar bloodline.”

Your eyes widened. “Wh-What?” You stepped away but Dio grabbed your lingering hand. You were still having whiplash from the different revelations. Dio was alive as a severed head on the body of a friend, you were given a stand, Dio wanted a child and now he wants to destroy what remains of Jonathan’s legacy.

“Why? They haven’t done anything to you. Don’t tell me you hate your brother-“ You stopped when Dio’s grip tightened on you. 

“He isn’t my brother,” Dio growled at you and showed his sharp teeth. But you’ve known him long enough.

“He is your brother.”

Dio’s eyes narrowed at you before he closed them. His forehead softened before he decided to open his eyes again. He gave you a soft smile. One to put you at ease. He may not have been smart for revealing his plans so soon. Now, it would surely be hard to get you to cooperate.

“Perhaps, he is. I did have my issues with him. I couldn’t stand the way he looked at you.” Dio was gentle when he pulled you close. He nuzzled into the flesh of your neck, taking in the scent of your body again. “I wanted to believe it was my imagination.”

You scoffed. “You’re still on about that?” 

Dio just ignored your statement. “But, Jonathan is no more and here I stand. He was kind to you and he’s been kind once more by allowing us to be together. Like this.” You felt his body relax into yours, almost dropping his dead weight onto you. He was very big and heavy. “I’ve always wondered what our kids would look like. Would you really be one to deprive me of that?”

“If I consent to this then I want you to leave the Joestars alone.”  

The room held a brief moment of silence. You know Dio didn’t like being told what to do by anyone. You knew this and you couldn’t even see the face of twisted anger he was making as he held you. “Is that all?” Dio asked in a smooth tone, his voice not at all matching his visage. He rubbed your back tenderly. 

“Y-Yes?”

“Good.”

Dio swept you off of your feet, bringing you to his bed in an instant. It took everything out of him to just not crawl on top of you and ravage right then and there. This is something that’s been on his mind for years on end. Did you stay a virgin the whole time he was away? No. That’s not something he wanted to think of right now. All that mattered was that you were here now, giving it to him.

Now, should he remove his clothes or keep them on?

“U-Um, Dio…”

Oh, he’ll just remove his shirt. He wants to feel your hands on his body as you cling to him.

“…we’ve never…actually done this.” You felt the pit of anxiety growing in your tummy. Being intimate…with Dio. The man was already able to tell you had such little experience. That’s okay. You didn’t need any. If anything, he preferred that you didn’t know how to do a thing. There was nothing more pure or innocent than that.

Dio topped you, slipping his hand up your dress to part your thighs. He closed the distance and placed kisses everywhere on your face but your lips. His mouth latched onto the supple flesh of your neck. You could feel the way his teeth played at your skin, nipping it and drawing blood from you. You eased into his touch, beginning to relax your body just a bit. The butterflies in your stomach became present as your face began to heat up. He was surprisingly…gentle. Even with the hickeys he left on your skin, they didn’t hurt. It tickled, almost. 

Suddenly, removed himself from your neck. You instinctively raised your hand to the marks he created. No piece of clothing in Egypt would be able to hide it due to where it was. He wanted people to know. Dio pulled you forward by your thighs, almost startling you at his eagerness. You mewled at his fingers rubbing between your folds.

“I’ve barely touched you and it seems that you already have trouble keeping quiet.” Dio chuckled darkly before inserting one of his clawed fingers into your cunt. “You’ve never been with a man like this before, have you?” A wide grin covered his face.

You grunted softly. You held a lewd expression; one that Dio would revel in for a lifetime. “Your face says it all.” Dio extracted his finger. If you acted like this from only one, he can only imagine how you’d be with all of his length inside. He spread your legs even more. He lowered his head down into your crouch. You felt his tongue fill your hole. His lips sucked on your folds, consuming the juices that would flow out. 

Your core began to heat up. You didn’t believe Dio was capable of such things. “Dio, please.” You cried, trying your best to move your legs but they didn’t budge. Your husband’s grip on your thighs was too strong. 

“Please, what?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Don’t make me beg.” You clenched your jaw at his contact. “Oh, I will make you beg.” Dio replied. “Tell me that you want me.”

Then you felt something…something else. He took out his cock, pressing its leaking tip into your sleek folds. He wouldn’t enter until you worshiped him the way he’s always desired.

“Go on. Say it.”

“Dio-“

“Lord Dio.”

Dio secured his hand around your throat. His fingertips pressed against your skin, his claws tangled in your hair. There was no way you’d get away from him. If you were a human still, he’d be able to end your life before you could even understand what was happening. He appreciated that.

You blushed, averting your eyes before giving him what he wanted yet again. “L-Lord Dio.”

Good.

“And this is why you’re perfect for me.” 

Dio didn’t waste any more time waiting. He pushed into you, filling you with all of his length, going in with ease. Without warning, he began his strokes. “Much tighter than I imagined.” He just watched in self-satisfaction as you bucked your hips and moaned those pretty sounds. He enjoyed the feeling of you finally submitting, even if it were for the sake of the Joestars. A win is a win.

And it felt good.

It was such a pity that he would need to lie to you from now on, but once the Joestar bloodline was completely erased, white lies wouldn’t matter.

Dio bred you well, fucking his cum into you once he was fully satisfied with your activities. He would make sure you carried any children you’d ever have. He silenced your soft moans with a sweet kiss. Not only are you his wife and soon-to-be mother of his children, but he also wants to make you just like him. You would be an expert at seduction, enacting violence whenever you please, and become a being of lust that he could use whenever he pleased. You would become his idea of what it meant to be the red goddess.

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Basic Instinct Epilogue

A/N: Thank you for the ride everyone, I love every single person who liked, commented, reviewed, you are all so dear to me. Oh god, I feel like I'm getting very emotional, Basic Instinct really was my first baby on the internet after the many 'miscarriages' I wrote back when I was a teen. I feel like hugging my computer until it crashes in my arms! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I also low-key want to thank The Acid for their song. Basic Instinct had such a wonderful vibe I just needed for this story!

Ten years have passed since the day Akashi moved in with his grandmother. Thanks to her trying to help your mom, your mom had improved greatly and seeing her return to the mom you had known before her relapse was the greatest gift you had ever been given. Masaomi, on the other hand, had always remained somewhat of an eyesore. You had been as graceful as you could and Akashi had complimented you for holding out as long as you did until that one dinner party about 5 years ago. It had been the time when the two of you had began discussing marriage and planning out your future together. At that point, you had been with each other for 5 years and were certain enough your relationship was one of lasting nature. Masaomi had attended the dinner were Akashi had announced to his grandmother that the two of you were intending to look for engagement rings. Rima had been overjoyed at the news, having considered you her granddaughter already at that point. Masaomi, being the unsupportive douchebag he is, wasn't happy with the news. Whilst he had always been a little too stiff and formal with you around, he hadn't dared to act coldly in front of you. But this time, his disapproval had outweighed his fear for his mother in law on a level none had ever seen before. "Seijuro, I have tolerated this romance of yours because you had to make a scene about it but this is enough-" Masaomi hadn't been able to finish his sentence because of Rima suddenly stabbing his chicken with her knife, her eyes looking scary in a way you had previously only seen before on Akashi's other personality. The air had been tense, and neither you or Akashi dared to move or say a word. After Masaomi had been kicked out, Akashi had held you reassuringly, promising you that his father was simply an malicious idiot for not seeing how happy you made him, how wonderful of a wife you'd be. You had tried not to kiss him, considering Rima had still been present, but you still ended up giving him a warm peck. Masaomi, naturally, hadn't been invited to the wedding, neither any of the elite kids but all of your and Akashi's friends had been. It had been a vibrant wedding, and you had felt so happy it felt like it could kill you but in the most wonderful way, as if you were melting into a puddle of pure bliss. Being called Mrs Akashi had given you a lot of goosebumps over your honeymoon trip. It had finally come true, you had finally married the boy you loved so dearly. Akashi was an attentive husband and he dotted on you a lot, especially now. Now there was that sweet bundle of joy resting in your arms, your firstborn. With Akashi's bright red hair and your eyes, your daughter happily waved her little arms at you. Shiori was such a beautiful sweetheart, it kept baffling you to think this precious little angel actually was your daughter and you were allowed to love and nurture this sweet little girl. You knew there might be a time where that could change, where she could have a rebellious phase and pierce herself behind your back or whatever she wanted that you would disapprove of, but you knew you wouldn't love her any less. Akashi had been surprisingly pleased with having a daughter for a firstborn, considering the preference for a male firstborn had been installed in him at such a young age, but he loved his cute little princess, and Fujioka despite getting very old made an excellent babysitter. You felt so blessed with the family you had. "There my ladies are, how is my little strawberry?" "She's in a very playful mood, " you reported with a fond smile. Akashi wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head against your shoulder to take a peek at his daughter. "You know my favorite thing about her?" You shook your head. "It's that she got that sweet laugh of yours, it never fails to cheer me up." At that, you and your daughter laughed in unison, blessing Akashi's heart with warmth.

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POST MARRIAGE/DOMESTIC AU! GIYUU TOMIOKA

Ok so we all know this man is silent af and would take quite a time to adjust to his relationship.

You guys would be together in a relationship for almost 5 years utmost.

Muzan has been defeated and everybody lives nobody is changing my mind

Giyuu has only one arm now, but that doesn't stop you from loving him anytime soon.

You guys would majority of the times sit on the engawa peacefully drinking tea and enjoy the quiet scenery around the house you both share.

Giyuu definitely opens up and smiles more than he used to during his demon slaying days.

He would many a times feel insecure about himself, mostly his one arm, but you are there for him, which makes his heart fill with comfort.

He definitely becomes more comfortable around people. He would still have his quiet personality but would speak up and greet people more often.

One evening you two were sitting as usual in your engawa, enjoying the sunset

"I've got something to ask you about, dear."

"Oh what is it?"

"Would you like to be my wife?"

"Wh-What?"

Mothertrucker blunt as hell. Didn't even hesitate.

You said yes. You got married in a beautiful place and invited your close ones only. It was more like a private wedding, but beautiful as it could be.

You two would blush whenever you guys would look at each other during the ceremony, even though you two have know each and seen each other in every way many a times.(Yes i do mean it that way;)

You two would definitely be holding hands the whole time after the ceremony till the end of the day.

All the hashira friends of Giyuu congratulate you(They're alive in this au SO DON'T FIGHT ME PLS).

Rengoku being Rengoku, would wish you both happily, happy that his friend will get to lead a more beautiful life, while his brother Senjuro would shyly wish you and also give a handmade gift.

Shinobu would hug him and congratulate him. Shinobu would defo whisper in his ear, "So you did finally get someone who likes you. Well good job."

Tengen would give him a pat on his shoulder, saying he found a good one to marry, while his wives fawned over you.

Gyomei would pat your heads and pray for your happy life, him giving you two blessings.

If Kanae were alive, she would already be wed or going to be wed to Sanemi. Kanae would hug and congratulate you both, while Sanemi shrugged and shook his hand, patting Giyuu in the back wishing him a good life.

Urokodaki would pat both you and Giyuu's head, him offering you two his blessings to stay happy in your lives. He would defo hug Giyuu tightly, a few droplets seen escaping from his mask, whispering to Giyuu to lead the life he deserves, which would also let some few droplets collecting in your newly wed husband's eyes too, which makes your heart go brrrrr at the scene.

If Sabito and Makomo were alive, I'd imagine him being already wed to Makomo. Makomo would defo hug you tightly, wishing you congrats while both Sabito and Giyuu would tightly hug each other, "You finally became a husband huh?" "I can say the same for you."

We all know Iguro and Mitsuri are gonna marry each other one way or the other, SO YES THEY ARE MARRIED. Mitsuri would squeal and almost run towards you both, hugging you guys tightly as she could, which leads to Iguro telling her to loosen up, cuz he can see you both almost passing out. Mitsuri defo would be the person who would compliment you guys the most, gushing at you two, while Iguro was the calm one, wishing you both a happy married life, giving Giyuu a handshake and a side shoulder pat.

Now the Kamaboko squad come in.

Inosuke would give you both acorns, Aoi giving him a disapproving look, but you shrugged it off, appreciative of the gift, cuz that's how Inosuke shows his feelings.

Kanao, Zenitsu and Genya and Muichiro(They are also alive) congratulated you happily, complimenting you both (uwu).

Nezuko and Tanjiro would be elated to the moon. They both would have literal tears in their eyes, seeing as their most closest friend and their mentor was getting a life he deserved. Yes emo boy shed some tears too.

The reception went great.

you two were happy and smiles adorned your faces the whole day. You two stuck together holding hands the entire day.

It's finally the time fore the wedding night. You guys of course stayed up the whole night ;)

slight NSFW down here ig?..

I imagine that Giyuu would go slow but you can feel the passionate love he's offering you. My boy would literally worship you and your body literally and this will go vice versa. His touches will be soft but will tight enough to hold you properly. You two would share deep passionate kisses the whole times.

After pleasuring you, he would give in when you ask him for his turn to be pleasured. The perfect mommy's boy

Defo loves to be praised (boy lost his one arm so now he insecure, but dw you there to assure and praise him)

I think he would like it if you tug on his hair, whether short or long. Like not pull his hair forcefully, but like slight gentle tugging.

NSFW over

After doing it, you both will clean each other up, and would just lie down the bed, bed sheets covering your bodies.

You guys stay up despite being exhausted. You two would stay up talking to each other quietly about life and you two's future, till the sun is about to rise up, your one hand playing with his hair, while the other drawing circles on his bare chest, while Giyuu's hand wrapped around your waist. (This is soo wholesomeeee AAAAHHH)

DAMN WAS THIS ONE ADORABLE. Hope you guys liked this. If you want im willing to make headcannons or series about the other hashiras or ds characters in any au!! Feel free to Request!! (PLEASE REQUEST:_) )

Ok now i'm annoying yall. BYYEEEE

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[lordoftherazzles]

PLOT BUNNY #2 ↳ HEARTSTONES

Summary: It’s believed that dwarves are blessed in one of two ways: by their heartstone, or their heartcraft, both a calling of the soul. When Thorin is convinced he has neither, a quest for his happiness takes him far beyond the Misty Mountains to the West. It’s within the West that Frerin is convinced they’ll find Thorin’s calling. Be that a happiness of the heart or the craft.

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Heartstones and heartcrafts were the ultimate callings to any dwarf. It was a gift given by birth in order to find your place in the world, be it a place of one’s heart or within a form of creation, it was a high honor, just as it was unthinkable to be without either. 

Each race had its own name for it, but it was most commonly known as Ones among the dwarrow, and soulmates to others. Heartsongs for the elves, heartblooms to the hobbits of the Farthings, and for the most oblivious of races, heartfelt for men. It was fairytale fodder in the eyes of many, but sacred to others–such as the dwarves where heart and craft were praised in many aspects of their lives.

Thorin was close to giving up on the idea that soulmates truly existed, whether it be of the heart or of the craft, he had yet to feel that special something that other dwarves raved about. Typically most dwarves minded their own business when it came to the beautiful discovery of one’s heartstone or heartcraft, but for a Prince of Erebor like Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, to be without both? It certainly spurred no small amount of conversation, much to the dismay of the Line of Durin.

“And once we get just beyond Bywater that’s where we’ll meet our escort, supposedly,” Frerin chipperly spoke up, breaking Thorin out of this cycle of doom and gloom roaming about his mind.

There was nothing quite like being seen as a disappointment in the aspect of both love and craft, which were things that dwarves were very passionate about. Of course, Thorin could have fibbed and latched onto his talent for the forge, but to be untruthful about something so sacred in the world of the dwarrow, would be a punishment in itself to live with that lie.

“I will continue to insist that this trip is pointless. Just because you found your Kurdu'aban(heartstone), does not mean mine is out there,” Thorin lamented before feeling a playful clap on his shoulder.

“Trust in me, brother, your One is out there. Once we find the stone they are equivalent to, then it will be much easier to recognize them. It’s how it happened to me! And for Dis, if I recall. How long was it before she saw her first sunstone? Then came Vili shortly after.”

Thorin’s eyes rolled, remembering just how excited Frerin had been to find his heartstone. A dwarrowdam from Ered Luin who had been visiting with a caravan of merchants, ready to peddle their fine silks and threads. Needless to say, the dwarrowdam in question became a permanent fixture in Erebor and was to be wed to Frerin in due time.

“Fjola insists there are caves in these parts that are untouched by dwarven hands, and if there is a chance at discovering your gem of heart, then we must take it. Father wants you to be happy, as do all of us–”

“Perhaps. Or perhaps everyone is tired of hearing about Thrain’s oldest son as being Iklalu'kurdu(cold of heart)?” Thorin grouched, instantly souring Frerin’s mood as they walked, a small platoon of dwarves at their heels that were likely listening carefully, but finding it easier to not butt into the conversation more than anything. “I have been through the various guild halls more times than I care to count. No craft calls to my heart, regardless of skill. Nor has any gem mined out of the mountain…or any one person…”

“That’s what this quest is all about! Don’t think of it as us being in search of a title or a release from one, but…for your happiness. Everyone deserves that, don’t you think?” Frerin’s tone was low and calm, just as it was sincere. He might have been an eccentric sort on most occasions, but when it came to the happiness of his family, he would always be there to boost them up. “And if all else fails, we head north and pay a visit to our distant kin in Ered Luin.” 

The grumble that sounded off from Thorin was enough to spur a sigh from Frerin, shaking his head and giving up on the idea of cheering his older brother up for the moment. Instead, he focused on flashing a grin over his shoulder towards a few of the dwarves following behind.

“Have any of you been to the Shire before? I’ve heard many rumors and don’t want to cause too much trouble, but I have to say…I am genuinely curious…”

It was Dwalin who scoffed first, and Bofur who chuckled second among several other mixed feelings sounding off.

“Oh, aye! I’m sure at least half of the rumors are true, and one I can absolutely guarantee is their Longbottom Leaf is quite the prize!” Bofur cheered, ironically a pipe wedged in the corner of his mouth as he bumped elbows with his brother and cousin. “And the food, you won’t believe the kind of worship these little lads and lassies have over their meals. I wonder if Leanna is still baking that blackberry pie of hers…”

There were several other things discussed among the group of dwarves when it came to hobbits and the supposed rumors. Just like there were no doubt rumors of dwarves, elves, and men that circled around these parts. All Thorin could do was continue to remain quiet and grumble whenever something mildly irritated him. It wasn’t that he was jealous or unappreciative of the efforts put forward by his friends and family, but he had very little faith that they’d find something.

This long journey would be a waste, and then to show back up to Erebor without any decent news? How could he face his father? Or even his grandfather? Both had insisted that Thorin was fine the way he was, but gave blessings and assistance to put him on the path to finding his one true desire–with little success thus far.

All of this work for nothing, regardless of how anyone insisted, Thorin wasn’t sure he could shirk the guilt in favor of acceptance of himself. He was dubbed as being cold of heart, and he certainly felt like it more often than not. The thought made his expression sour which hardly went unnoticed.

“Thorin?” Frerin piped up, hooking his hand around Thorin’s elbow and starting to pull him aside. “We’re taking a break! Rest your legs for a few minutes, alright?” Continuing to drag Thorin along to the side of the path, away from prying ears, Frerin’s brows knit together. “Tell me what’s wrong, Nadad(brother).”

Of course, Thorin remained rather closed off for the moment. His arm yanked away and folded across his chest, his gaze never meeting that of his brother’s, and his mouth tightly clamped shut.

“It’s not just about the heartstones is it?”

For as tightly wound as Thorin felt, practically coiled in on himself emotionally, the words fell out of his mouth without much thought. “What happens if there is nothing? I care not for what others think, if they wish to continue whispering that I am Iklalu'kurdu behind my back, then so be it, but…” Thorin’s eyes dropped with uncertainty within them that felt as painful as it looked. “Everyone has something…and those who have nothing are miserable. It’s a wretched feeling that the universe has decided you are…binzirikhul(unwanted)...how am I to be seen as anything but cold of heart? To being the disappointment of our line. Every great king has a calling…”

“Thorin…”

“I want to make them proud. Father, grandfather…and those who are no longer with us. I want to feel…something. Something other than this rotten swirl of self-doubt and self-loathing. I want to belong somewhere and not feel like such an outsider amongst my own.”

“You have my word, Nadad, we will find your happiness. We won’t stop searching until something, or someone calls to your heart, just as you deserve.” A small grin began to spread across Frerin’s lips as he could see the dismay slowly melting away from his older sibling. “Whether we find the gem that calls to you here or not, we will keep searching. You deserve every ounce of happiness the world has to offer. And who knows, perhaps the hobbits here can teach you a thing or two about that.” 

It was a far stretch, but Frerin would take whatever positive thoughts he could muster and shove them at Thorin relentlessly.

“I suppose we can consider this an educational experience if anything…” Thorin muttered low but wasn’t completely dour in tone. “We should keep moving, our escort may become less enthusiastic at housing a few dwarves if we fall off schedule.”

“Right you are, Brother! Though from what I’ve heard, Mister Baggins is quite a respectable sort, so I have no doubt in my mind that he will be a most suitable host for two princes of Erebor, even if we are running a tad behind. Just you wait and see.”

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[dollsuguru]

KAIRO MY BELOVED im breaking in again w cookies and flowers 🍪🍪💐💐 for u!! 

i was gonna thank u for ur rb in the replies but my comment got too long 😭😭 U ALWAYS SAY THE SWEETEST THINGS I JUST WANT TO THANK U PROPERY…. 💔💔 but also!! while im here!!! tysm for ur tags on the gojo fics 🥺🥺 i dont want this to get too long phshdjs it will but i appreciate literally every single one of ur words & i always agree w ur stsg takes u just Get them…  im especially happy that u enjoyed the poly fic hehe u & satoru are suguru’s babies so true!! he loves u soo much <33 told me to give u a kiss on the forehead from him <333

anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 for ur tags on the sugu fic everytime i see u in my notifs i giggle and kick my feet genuinely. IM SO GLAD THE SUMMER VIBE HIT …. i listened to uncomfortable while reading ur tags what a banger AND IM SOOO HAPPY U LIKED DRUNK!SUGU he’s so special to me…. ”papabear turned babybear” NO EXACTLY u always get it…. AND WAHHH U NOTICED THE 3S????? ur so observant and thoughtful im so touched 😭😭😭 it always feels like you’re a scientist and my fics are lil fish that you’re dissecting under a microscope lmao IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY <3333 i cant tell u how overjoyed i am that the ending hit too!!! seriously!!! i was a lil worried that i made it too sappy so that felt so reassuring 🥺🥺

in conclusion TYSM FOR BLESSING ME W UR THOUGHTS mwah mwah MWAH i hope u have a lovely day kairo!! pls invite me to the wedding when u marry sugu <333 ill bring u gifts!!

ARI PLEASEEEEEEE WHY ARE YOU THE MOST SWEETEST PRECIOUS ADORABLE PERSON ON THE PLANET I’M IN TEARS 🥹🩷 the way you always connect w people & be so kind to them… sniffles just know I Would Die For You <3 & THE GOJO FICS & POLY!SATOSUGU FIC LITERALLLLLLLLY REWIRED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY……… literally felt like i was IN the stories it was insane in the best way possible 😭 A SMOOCH FROM SUGU YOU SAY??? a kiss from a bad bitch like him is literally all i want in life thank you legend

AHHHHHHH LISTENNNNNNN THE DRUNK!SUGU FIC WAS SO FUCKING SWEET LIKENDNDDNND literally had ME giggling twirling my hair kicking my feet etc……… & YOU LISTENED TO THE SONG??? 🥹 uncomfortable is one of my favs and it always gave me evening summer vibes so when i listened to it while reading your fic… oh it just hit SO good <3 seeing sugu’s soft sensitive side was so precious 2 me i feel like i don’t often see that in fics and WHEW you did it so well <333

AND THE THREES I’M SO FOND OF THE THREES!!!!! omfg not me in my kenjaku shoko dissection era……… methinks kenjaku & shoko would love to dissect your brain (massive compliment) bc the way you think of & write your stories…… oh just DELICIOUS. & YES THE ENDING WAS PERFECTTTTTTTT!!!!!! literally the perfect amt of sap it actually felt really cozy :’)

ALSO THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR YOUR TAGS ON THAT LIL TEASER SNIPPET IT LITERALLY MADE ME SO :’) as i was writing it i was like damn this shit is choppy as hell smh BUT I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE SERPENT FANGS & REMORSE DISCERNING WHERE TO RESIDE HEHEHEHE <3 your tags made me feel so much better so thank you again :’)

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US W YOUR FICS LIKE OMFG??? JUST BANGERS EVERYTIME HOW DO YOU DO IT??? i get so excited whenever you come out w a new story it’s like christmas morning fr <3 AND OFMFMDMD TRUST that you’re invited to mine & sugu’s wedding <333 you can bring shoko as your plus one <3 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER I HOPE IT’S AS WONDERFUL AS YOU ARE :’) MWAH MWAH MWAH <3

#asks #also fank yew for the cookies & flowers i’m Munching on them as we speak <333 #AGAIN TYSM FOR ALWAYS BEING SOOOOOO NICE YOU JUST HAVE THE BEST ENERGY ILYSM 🥹🩷🥹🩷🥹🩷 #MWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <333 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 #ari tag <3

[livehorses]

I was a little reluctant of telling this openly, but at the same time, I want to vent a little about this.

On another post, I said my grandaunt has just died last Friday and I said her last years were hard.

Well, to begin with, she was the oldest of nine siblings. She was the matriarch of my father's side of the family. Many important events were done around her. One of her younger sisters invited her to go in trips to their home state, and she bought her gifts and was very caring towards her.

Turns out, that sister's family got involved in a huge corporation fraud some years ago, and they lost a lot of money. Her sister went to see my grandaunt to tell her everything, the trips, the gifts, the caring was all borrowed, and she demanded to be paid back with the heritage of my grandaunt's house. It's most likely she didn't want the house but wanted to tear it down and sell the land where it was built to win money.

When we found out, we couldn't believe it. How did she dare? It was her sister! How can you tell someone of your same blood that you owe them all the good they did to you? Only to cover your money loss?

My mom told us that that house was already destined to us, with the other possessions and that there was already a testament saying so. But we didn't care about that. We were only offended on how our grandaunt was just unfairly treated.

From that moment on, my grandaunt's mood and health decreased terribly. All in the middle of a pandemic. She felt so unloved and forgotten. We barely visited her before and no other cousins did. She only had the company of her personal nurse, her servant, her dog and the car's driver, and my grandfather that went to visit her often because he lived near.

She often insisted us to go to see her, but we always thought we had a busy schedule, and my grandfather didn't like that we visited her because he didn't want her to get exhausted afterwards. But I knew she would feel very alone, and more after her sister's mistreatments. I started calling her in Thursdays at noon. I insisted to go visit her when the pandemic started to end.

Then she died, the same week we went to see her in honor of her Saint's name day. I felt very guilty for taking her granted before, and I felt like I just cared for her when my other grandaunt was unfair to her. I feel like I could've done more for her, and I didn't call her that Thursday because I just thought it was enough with the last visit.

But the funeral was the worst. I took it a bit more calmy when I found out she died, it gave me a bit of relief considering she barely could breath and connected to a huge tank of oxygen at almost 100%. I was calm when I went to the funeral. There were only my grandfather, my family and my grandaunt's staff in the room.

But then she appeared, her sister. It has been a while since I hadn't seen her, probably the last time being my grandparents' wedding 50° anniversary. She went to greet us with a smile, so charming... But the next minute she started to give orders about getting rid of the dog, about the staff being fired that very day and screaming that no one was allowed to enter the house, not even the staff. "It's my house!" She screamed. "Yes, the house might be yours but not its content." My grandfather said. "No, I have the testament, and everything is mine!" she replied. Wisely, my older brother persuaded us to leave the room.

I had a couple of paintings of the Blessed Virgin Mary that I made and I gave to my grandaunt to keep her company, but the paintings were never placed in her room, so they lost their original purpose there. They were piled up on a living room. I always thought that, I would never allow my grandaunt's sister to take them away, because there's no way she could appreciate them as my grandaunt did. So, I anxiously asked my grandfather when he met us outside if he could recover them before that woman snatched them away. My grandfather and older brother went to the house, even if that meant to miss the funeral out.

When they arrived there was a locksmith already there, changing the locks by my grandaunt's sister orders, with also the order of not allowing anyone to get in. But in the words of my older brother, he seemed to feel bad for them so they let them in. They recovered my paintings and a few valuable documents and that was all they could rescue from there.

My grandaunt's sister spent all the funeral making phone calls, taking notes, chatting lightly with her nurse and close relatives as if it was another frivolous event, putting her plan of taking over the house and its possessions in motion, without any consideration to her dead sister being there present. I can't get over the disrespect, the audacity. That whole situation was the one that brought me to tears.

I'm sure My grandaunt is already at peace, she's now beyond any mortal human worry, and therefore I can be at peace too rewarding that. But my grandaunt was a huge keeper of traditions. She literally religiously put the Friday of Sorrows Altar, the Nativity scene, the Day of the Dead's Ofrenda. But I'm pretty sure her sister didn't give a single grain of salt about those things and pretty sure she threw everything to the trash. I don't care about the house, but the part that really hurted me, was to see all my grandaunt's legacy being thrown away. I was also very worried about the dog, because she was already rescued and I didn't want her to end on the wrong hands. However, it seems that she's okay, I hope so...

Okay, that was it. This funeral shouldn't have to be so hard if it wasn't for that family drama. I want to forgive my grandaunt's sister, even more, I think she's the one loosing it all. I don't think she hasn't won any battle or any heritage at all. I don't think that will make her happier, because she did it at the expenses of my grandaunt. Nothing could be rewarded from that.

#livehorses confessions #livehorses rants #Maybe I'll delete later #Family drama #Grief