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neteyuum · 1 year

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promises

pairing: neteyam x fem!metkayina reader

warning: mentions of guns/war, mentions of death, vomit if you squint, fix-it (ish?), neteyam lives au

w/c: 1.7k

notes: hey yall new account alert!!! happy to christen this blog with some sweet sweet neteyam fluff. yeah, he lives, cry about it mr cameron i am in your walls. ANYWAY please send any thoughts about avatar my way here! i am very happy to scream about them with you

currently have some more neteyam stuff in the works eheheh hope you enjoy this as i did xx

Your hands haven’t stopped shaking.

Even after being hauled onto an ilu (by who you can’t be sure), stumbling your way onto the shore of Awa’atlu and falling to your knees, scrubbing the tacky blood from your palms. They tremble as you ball them into fists and retch the acrid taste of gunpowder that clings to your insides onto the sand.

The waves wash it away. Within seconds, it’s like you were never there at all.

Someone calls your name. The sound rattles in your head and your eyes squeeze shut, willing the ground to stop spinning. A warm hand falls to your shoulder, firm and grounding.

“Hey,” the voice says. It’s Kiri, who comes to kneel beside your wavering form. Your eyes remain shut as she reaches for your hand, just holds it there. When you squeeze with all your might, she tightens her grip just as much.

She needs this too.

“He’s going to be okay.” She speaks softly, like the words can be carried off by the ocean breeze to Eywa herself.

You nod, but even with your eyes open, fixated on Kiri’s tired eyes, you see him. You see the pained grimace as he presses his hand to his chest, red spilling out between weakened fingers. You can’t shake the image of him gasping for air on the back of Tsireya’s ilu, body bowing over.

“Come back,” Kiri murmurs, noticing your unfocused eyes. You blink rapidly, falling back into your body and that’s when you notice the chaos of the village. The Metkayina people rush to nurse their wounded and the shouts of horror leaves a sour taste in your mouth, because without Kiri, you are sure your broken cries would be among them.

“Is he—” Your voice cracks.

Kiri looks over her shoulder at the Tsahik’s marui. “Norm and Max are with him. So is your mother. He is in good hands. Just…” She gives you a smile, small but genuine nonetheless, “give them time. ”

She sits with you until your breathing evens out and your fingers relax around hers. She beckons you to stand then, turning back to the village, to the healers spread thin. “Our help is needed. Will you join me?”

Anything to keep you busy; to give them time.

—

It’s deep into the night when the last of the wounded have been tended to, when you wrap up your last injured warrior and are dismissed, urged to rest.

The adrenaline has worn off. You’re running on fumes and your body feels like it’s being weighed down by the burlap sacks of sand. Still, your mind gives you no reprieve. With every slash and burn you’ve treated, your mind has reeled with how exactly you could treat a bullet wound.

You need to see him.

You stumble out of the makeshift healer’s tent, breathing hard. The chaos has calmed, now the village is cocooned in a somber blanket. Candles line the walkways. The air is heavy with mourning.

Your feet carry you to the Tsahik’s marui. Each step amplifies the blood rushing in your ears, and your breathing hitches when a figure slips out from the tent flap.

Lo’ak’s eyes meet yours and then you’re barrelling towards him. He catches you, stumbling under the force and his breathless chuckle lights a flicker of hope within your chest.

“Where is—”

Lo’ak answers before you can spit out the words that burn your tongue.

“He’s inside, with my mom and dad. He’s okay,” his voice wavers, from the wide grin or the tears welling in his eyes.

“He’s okay,” you repeat in an exhale and you expect the relief to calm the pounding of your heart but it doesn’t. Now that you know he’s alive, you need to see him alive and breathing with your own eyes. You pull away to do just that, but Lo’ak catches you with a hesitant hand to your forearm.

“I’m sorry,” he says, bowing his head, “it was my fault he got hurt. He could have died and it was my fault. I am so, so sorry.”

Lo’ak looks so horrifically defeated, even with his revelation that has lifted the steel weighing on your shoulders, that you pull him into a hug. Your head shakes fiercely, as if that will dislodge those thoughts from his head for him.

“It was not your fault, Lo’ak,” you whisper, and your heart clenches when you feel his warm tears fall on your shoulder, “the blame lies with the Sky People and them alone. I am grateful for you, Lo’ak, that you were there to help him. I know Neteyam would say the same.”

The boy’s shoulder’s shake in silent sobs and distantly, you think that his hurt needs healing that can’t be brought with your medicines and herbs.

“In fact, we should just let him say it himself.” You joke. Lo’ak’s mouth twitches into a smile, hands darting to wipe his tears hurriedly. He nudges his fist against your shoulder, every bit the Lo’ak you know.

“I think my sister wants to talk to you,” you offer him an exit, peering over his shoulder at Tsireya lingering at the far end of the walkway. She watches fondly, especially when Lo’ak’s cheeks flush a deep purple and his tail swishes nervously behind him.

He leaves with her and then it’s silent. With a deep breath, you lift the flap and slip into the marui. You nearly walk into Jake’s back in your haste, freezing at the threshold.

He and Neytiri turn to face you, eyes brightening as you gesture your respect in a greeting.

“I’m sorry for intruding,” you breathe out, fighting the urge to crane your neck to catch even a glimpse of Neteyam, “I just- I needed to see him.”

Neytiri shares a look with Jake, who has an arm protectively around her shoulders. Their smiles are bracketed by tear tracks and you can feel the pure, unbridled happiness, relief radiating from them.

“Mawey, sweet girl. He is resting.”

They step to the side, and you finally see him. Your Neteyam.

His chest, wrapped in layers of white gauze, rises and falls with each breath. He sleeps, peacefully, as if he wasn’t shot in the chest mere hours ago.

Your hand comes up to your mouth, smothering the cry of relief that escapes against your best efforts to restrain it. You laugh, sheepish eyes darting to his parents who watch with knowing eyes.

“I think it’s time we all get some rest, hm?” Jake says, tilting his chin towards his sleeping son – the empty spot beside him on the mat. He lifts the tent flap for Neytiri. She steps out with one last glance at her boy, and then at you, before she takes Jake’s hands in hers and the tent is plunged into silence.

You stand there, watching him breathe, for an inordinate amount of time. Then your brain kicks in, wraps around the fact that he is here, alive, right in front of you. You get to tease him, hold him, love him for another day.

You’re by his side in the blink of an eye, legs folded to your side. Fingers gingerly trace the stripes down his forehead, smoothing over the brow ridge in reverence. His nose twitches and your hand withdraws.

His eyes flutter open, blinking slowly as he adjusts to the low light of the marui. His gaze falls on you and for a moment, he doesn’t speak. He knows he shouldn’t, by the twitching of your eye.

“I know what you’re going to say, my love– ” he begins but you don’t give him a fighting chance.

“Your skxawng ass is so lucky you’re injured right now,” you seethe, “what, in Eywa’s name, were you thinking, running into gunfire? Do you think you’re invincible, my mighty warrior?”

Neteyam looks at you with heavy, lidded eyes, probably from whatever Sky People medicine Norm had supplied. He’s got a lazy smile on his lips as he raises his hand to wipe away a tear on your cheek that you never even noticed you shed.

“You are so beautiful when you are angry at me,” he sighs, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. His smile widens when you lean into his touch, fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“I am glad the Great Mother forgave your stupidity, so I can remind you of it every day from now,” you mutter, pressing a kiss to his palm. He hums.

“Me too.”

He seems content to keep watching you, fighting the clutches of sleep that pull at the edges of his consciousness. No, he’ll stay awake, if only to stare at you for just a moment longer.

He watches as your fingers tighten around his wrist, the other hand coming to rest on the uninjured side of his chest. You hesitate, breath catching in your throat. He waits, patiently, thumb rubbing circles into your skin.

“I thought…” Your voice is a whisper, hoarse like the words are clawing their way out of your throat, eyes shut. “I thought I lost you.”

His face falls, though you can’t see it. He imagines what you felt, what he would feel if you were in his place. A heaviness falls over him, and it seeps into his bones, cold and gray. If he ever lost you, he would tear his way to Eywa and bring you back himself, this he knows.

“Open your eyes, my love,” he urges, his voice deep and warm, freeing you from the grasps of a world without him in it. “Come here.”

Neteyam’s arms open for you, and slowly, too carefully, you settle against his good side. He whines when you maintain your distance, mindful of his wound.

“I will not break, yawne, come closer.”

He tugs you into him, looping his arm around your waist and tucking your head under his chin. He’s glad you can’t see his pained wince.

He breathes deeply and you know he’s letting you remind yourself of his sturdy presence beneath you.

“I will never leave you,” he says, the words rumbling under your ear. You lean back to meet his eyes. “I swear it.”

Your eyes search his own, only finding love boiling golden. He leans in close, hand cradling your jaw. Warmth runs through your veins as he speaks his promise into your lips.

You know it’s a big promise to keep, one he came close to breaking, but it’s what you need in this moment. For now, it is enough.

#first fic in like a year in a half #the rust is rusting #please be nice i will cry #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you #avatar twow

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kagejima · 2 years

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Pls they would be the best roommates 🥺 with all their little plants around the place. They would take care of each others plants while the other is out of town for games.

Me chanting with you: toshioomi sandwich, toshioomi sandwich,

fdjfadjks it's like sooo many hours later and im STILL thinking about toshiomi sandwich ehehehe.

BUT OH REYE OH NO OH REYE!!!!!!!!!

OH YOU KNOW I GOTTA WRITE ABOUT THIS NOW 😭😭😭😭

more thoughts under the cut (gender neutral reader)

the way i had "snailchan adventure" by snail's house on repeat while writing this though bc of the chaos of this fucking crack idea i had fhdjsfalksjasd also if you see a typo NO YOU DIDN'T, let it go, lmaoooo

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who everybody in the apartment complex loses their minds over. They're so polite and so sweet and so kind. They always help carry heavy things and they help elderly people with their groceries, and they'll always come over to your apartment and move furniture if you ask them to.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who spend a lot of their time at home when they aren't at practice and just hang out with each other. They enjoy each other's company, it's easy to talk to the other. And even when they aren't at home, you can still find the two of them together.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who are always out running errands together and they go to the farmer's market together every weekend too. Who don't realize how beautiful they are. Who make everybody stare at them when they're out. They've been responsible for more than one person running into something... Other people, poles, falling into holes.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who share a lot of things - they share clothes, they share groceries, they share secrets.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who decide that sharing is no longer on the table when it comes to you, who's currently now moving in across the hall from them.

And so...

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who are locking up before they go to the farmer's market, but the hallway is filled with boxes of all different sizes.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who wanna know who it is - they haven't had a neighbor in a few months.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who awkwardly stand out there in the hallway, waiting to see if you'll emerge from your apartment which is now currently open.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who take one look at you and are both immediately smitten when you appear in the hallway, all precious and adorable and a lil sweaty. You're saying your name, you're holding out your hand for them to shake, they both start fighting and tumbling over each other to get to you first.

Roommate Wakatoshi who bites the inside of his cheek when Kiyoomi is faster to be in front of you.

Roommate Kiyoomi who makes sure to smile charmingly as he takes your hand in his, gently shaking it.

Roommate Wakatoshi who is quicker to ask if you need help moving anything and that he'll do it, and Kiyoomi is mad he didn't ask first.

Roomates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who glare at each other when you turn back around and try to think of what furniture you'd like moved where in the living room since you know you'll have trouble doing it by yourself.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who try to out-do each other the entire time in your apartment. Wakatoshi wants to move the couch by himself, Kiyoomi is trying to get your mattress in it's proper place, Wakatoshi doesn't like that Kiyoomi is alone with you in the bedroom so he comes in and asks if you want the dresser moved.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who enthusiastically agree to you ordering them pizza for lunch as a thank you for them helping you.

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who start arguing in hushed tones the second that you leave to go answer the front door.

"Stop trying to show off!"

"Oh please, you have a fucking back injury, don't you? Why don't you just leave? I'll take care of it."

"I'm not fucking leaving you alone, then you'll get their number, you little fucking snake!"

Roommates Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi who's faces immediately change from glares to smiles when you enter the bedroom with the pizza, Wakatoshi leaning against Kiyoomi and putting his arm on his shoulder, both of them shouting in excited surprise that you're back.

Yes, they've always shared everything.

But not this time.

#FHJDKFHLKJAS GIGGLING KICKING YELLING #ushijima #ushijima fluff #sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #oooo ive never written for omi idk what to tag this as fhsdjfladks #🎛: rae is mixing #😠: rae's wakatoshi wednesdays #rae's wakatoshi wednesday august 10 2022 #🎤: nanamis wifey reye is recording vocals

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vakarians-babe · 10 months

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27 for each of them! c:

EHEHEHE thank youuuuu for the ask 💗

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Lanadhiel and Elladan: Elladan bows to Lanadhiel as a way of saying "I love you" long before they ever confess their feelings. Lanadhiel doesn't really understand it, mostly because she's autistic as hell she thinks it's just something the prince does to be polite, but in reality, he's trying to show his deference and that he would do anything for her. Lanadhiel, on the other hand, says it in the way she serves his grandmother, mother, and sister when they are in Lothlorien. Arwen figures this out first, and Celebrian, before her attack, realizes it as well, and makes much mischief of it. After their confession, Elladan still bows to Lanadhiel, but she only understands it when he bows before they part ways at the Ford of the Bruinen, and she takes to bowing to him, too.

Lathuilas and Narmeleth: When they still live in Eregion, Lathuilas says "I love you" without words by always waiting for Narmeleth outside the smithy at the end of the day, while Narmeleth makes some small trinket or piece of jewelry for Lathuilas every day. After Narmeleth's corruption, however, Lathuilas shows her love by wearing those trinkets all the time, even when Narmeleth isn't there. After they meet again, Lathuilas makes a conscious effort to keep doing this, so that Narmeleth can see that she thought about her every day while they were parted and she thinks about her every day still. When Narmeleth finally fully recalls herself after breaking free, she shows her love in turn one final time by protecting Lathuilas. :)

Duventoliel and Tadan: Their time together is so brief and in the midst of so much chaos that they both end up verbalizing their feelings far more than not, so non-verbal expressions of affection are rarer for the two of them. However! Duventoliel shows her love by making sure Tadan is always comfortable as he watches a certain Numenorean prisoner, often also staying with him. Tadan in turn tries to spend as much of his free time with her, and every time he sees her around Tinnudir, he always has a wildflower from the shore of Lake Evendim to give her. After Tadan's death, Duventoliel keeps his ring with her always. When she, too, falls at Helm's Deep, her last wish is to have her body brought back to Evendim so that she can be buried next to him.

#lotro #lanadhiel #lanadhielladan #elladan #narmeleth #lathuilas #lathuileth #duventoliel #tadan #tadantoliel

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i-dropped-the-chief · 1 year

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For the writer ask-meme if you're interested!! 👀

(2) What are your top 3-5 most used tags in your stories? (or fav sorts of tags in general that you like seeing!)

(3) What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

(7) Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? (I love the werewolves in Maybe I will Live to Love & the mention of Christopher on the golf course lol)

(25) What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

(49.) Are you up to share anything you're currently working on? 👀✨

and 47 because it's ridiculous 🤭👠

Ehehehe thanks for the ask! You're just too sweet 💖💖💖

My top 3 tags are: 1.) Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence 2.) Blood and Gore 3.) Happy Ending Which are very indicative of my writing style. I love canon divergence! I love scenes with a lot of blood, characters spilling a lot of blood, and characters covered in a lot of blood!! And most of all, I write fics to give people a happy ending!! I gotta give myself and the readers what canon won't! 😂 I love me a good "modern girl in..." trope, and a couple of the fics I'm working on are a "reincarnated into..." trope, so that's definitely a thing in my writing. If you can't find stuff that hits the spot, you gotta write it yourself!! But another recurring detail I have is the ocean motif; I love everything the ocean can represent in life (even though I don't live anywhere remotely close to the ocean, but you love it when you see it!), so it shows up quite a bit in my fics to represent life and death, letting go, the unknown, chaos and calm, all that good stuff. I love all the worldbuilding I've done in my Umbrella Academy fics, and I can't wait to work a bit more into the expansion with the one currently in progress. (Which I will get back to, I swear lol I just have a really bad habit of bouncing from one interest in a fic to another). I also love some of the worldbuilding I've done in my Hobbit/LotR fics, a lot of which is going to show up and come to fruition in Resistencia. I use a lot of fandom wikis for my research because as much as I say I don't care a whole lot about canon stuff, I always wind up looking over allllll the details to make things specific. Right now with my returning interest/motivation for my LotR fic, I've also basically had the Interactive Map of Middle-earth open at all times. My Hobbit/LotR fixation has hit back with a vengeance. I'm working on an angsty/romantic Valeria x Bilbo fic if Fili, Kili, and Thorin hadn't survived the Battle of the Five Armies. Because even though they're my fave brotp I've ever written, they'd make a good couple, damnit! I want to finish the fic before I publish it, so I'm not sure when it'll pop up, but it's happening! Aaaaaand I'm also working on a reincarnation into Middle-earth fic that I'm super fucking excited about bc it has a twist to it that reallllly hits a self-indulgent (but still fucking cool) spot of mine that I've had ruminating in my brain for years now. My Hobbit/LotR series is a pair of trusted running shoes, my definitely maybe series is a pair of deceptively sturdy high heels, my Dragon Age fic is a pair of knee-high boots with a hidden little knife inside, and my BNHA series is just bare feet bc that shit is always running wild in my mind.

Thank you for asking!!! ✨✨✨✨

#ask #i went teehee 🤭 when i saw this in my inbox

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aljegs · 2 years

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HELLO TUMBLR USER ALJEGS PLEASE DO TELL ME ABOUT MIKEY

EHEHEHE MIKEY WAY THE BELOVED!!! UNDER THE READ MORE ONCE AGAIN! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK PRAXIS!!!!

His full name is Michael James Way. (Once again unchanged because of the pure amount of swag) Hes transmasc and uses he/they pronouns! :) They're 16 at the start of the au.

He is a big loser (affectionate). They have a notebook with a unicorn on the cover and its full of silly little drawings. :) He loves Claudias art a lot and is part of the reason Claudia is going to art school (The other reason being Elena obviously)

They pretty much live off of leftover pizza. You need to summon him? Pizza. Hes helped cause chaos and commit crimes for a couple slices of deep dish chicago style pizza.

They play Halo with Raya and Frank, and hes probably the best out of all of them. He also plays Stardew Valley and Minecraft! :D

He listens to a lot of indie bands that nobody's heard of and tends to drag all his friends to shows on weekends. :)

Unfortunately i lied in the last post. Mikey plays an instrument, but it's not the bass. They play saxophone. Hes the biggest loser band kid you'll ever meet.

He got glasses and braces in the same year and Claudia's never gonna let him live that down.

He had a crush on Pete for a while. Unfortunately Pete got a haircut and that was the end of that.

They watch a lot of tv but prefer sci-fi and horror! He prefers Japanese horror movies but he has a hard time reading the captions. (He has diagnosed ADHD)

First version of Mikeys character sheet included below!

#Michael James Way #im not okay music video #aljegs au time

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kitten4sannie · 2 months

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ + ʀᴏʙᴏᴛꜱ

ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ꜱᴇɴꜱᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

pairing: cyber stripper! san x gang leader! reader (fem) feat. gang member! wooyoung and a surprise cameo from matz <3

genre: cyberpunk au, smut

summary: too accustomed to chaos and bloodshed as a hardened gang leader, you need to wind down a bit with the help of san, a popular cyber stripper you always find yourself coming to visit in downtown neo city.

w.c: 4.5k

warnings: 2k words of plot, depictions of blood/violence in the intro, a cute lil cigarette kiss ;; (irl smoking is so bad for you DON’T DO IT 🫵🏼), references to the game cyberpunk, alcohol use, pussydrunk maniac switch! san, subby babygirl switch! reader, cybernetic body parts…..dykwim…., only praise in this one (shocking ik), pet names, dirty talk, use of a tie as a blindfold, oral (receiving), spit play, fingering, san grinds into the bed bc he’s so needy :(, cockwarming, tit play, kissing, dick riding, nipple play (f/m receiving ehehehe), mating press…., creampies galore !!!!

a/n: reuploaded bc tumblr wants to play games…. i hope this ends up in the tags or else i’m gonna be pissed ;; anyways!! this was one of my absolute faves to write i just ADORE cyberpunk stuff so i almost couldn’t stopp >< it makes me wanna turn this into a series or something ;^; so aaaaaaaAAA i can’t believe fff is over *sobs* this was such an amazing journey and i just wanna thank each and every one of you for coming along, supporting me, and leaving me the most wonderful feedback i could ask for 🥹🫶🏼 im thinkinggg about doing kinktober this year sooo see you then? ~~ <3

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In Neo City, you had two options: live a life of crime and bloodshed all in the name of the almighty dollar, or be out on the streets, doing whatever necessary to feed yourself, doomed to be forgotten by the cruel sands of time, all while the rich got richer and the poor got poorer. Even in a city that sported the newest advances in technology, highly developed amenities, and shiny, lit-up streets filled with opportunities for material surplus and virtual sin, it all remained the same in the end. It made you feel hopeless the longer you thought about it — not that you ever had much time to think about anything, given your chaotic lifestyle.

Right on cue, a group of enemy gang members filed in through the broken-down garage door that led to your cramped hideout, immediately shouting profanities at you and firing off in all directions, trying to pick off as many of your underlings as they could, only successfully grazing a few of them with hot lead.

“Boss, you better get down here!” Wooyoung, one of your most trusted underlyings, shouted from the bottom floor of the makeshift living space, wiping a bit of sweat from his sharp jaw, nervously licking at the mole on his lip as he slowly dragged one of his injured friends away from the commotion and placed him behind a bullet hole ridden couch.

Still inside your bedroom on the second floor, you went straight for a silver case that you kept underneath your bed and set it down on the mattress, flipping it open. You sighed at its contents, about to shed a tear. Good thing you had picked up something this useful at the last illegal cyber swap meet you attended.

“Boss! Help! Please!” the young underlying called out in a slightly higher pitched tone, now hiding behind the couch, hastily pushing a few bullets into the chamber of his smoking gun, accidentally dropping a few of them onto the concrete floor below.

“Coming!” You pressed a few buttons on your sleek metal arm, eventually sliding a large metallic blade into the open metal seams until it locked in, blue streams of light darting back and forth through the seams to let you know that it was ready to use. You ran down the stairs, the sound of your heavy boots hitting the pavement growing silent upon stepping into something wet.

Seeing the spilled blood of your members, your family, sent you over the deep end. Red rings of light circled around your straining pupils, and a faint ringing overtook your ears, not fully in control of your body when you began to take your enemies head-on, dodging their bullets and slicing them up until your hideout was stained with more crimson.

After the massacre was finally over, you slowly made your way back to one of the couches that had your injured cohorts haphazardly laying on it, either smoking cigarettes or clutching onto their wounds, some doing both at once, their eyes glazed over, the post-fight flood of dopamine hitting their wired brains. You plopped onto the couch where they left you a seat like always, ran your fingers through your damp hair and pulled out a cigarette from your blood-stained jacket, turning your head to face your dear friend, leaning in close to him.

With a lit cigarette in between his lips, Wooyoung quietly closed the space between the two of you, the end of his cig kissing yours until it was lit. You both silently studied each other’s sweaty faces, simply existing in the moment after the chaos.

“What was it about this time…?” you asked softly, after you turned your head to blow out a puff of smoke, leaning your back into the couch.

“It was over some dumb shit…” Wooyoung settled into the couch as well, angling his head up towards the ceiling. He rubbed at the cut on his cheek with his hoodie sleeve, smearing some blood across his tan skin. “One of our guys accidentally sold some dorph on the wrong turf. Then he got a little trigger happy when someone made a big fucking deal about it.”

“Ahh…” You let out a long sigh, taking in a drag of the cigarette, the collective taste of smoke and iron lingering inside your mouth. Whether or not it was wrong to take the lives you did wasn’t up to you to decide. It was your maker’s when your metal ticker finally decided to give up on you.

You lingered there a bit longer, unconsciously reaching over to run your fingers through Wooyoung’s sweaty, disheveled hair, giving his head a few gentle pats, wanting him to know that you were proud of his constant bravery and loyalty to you without actually being able to say it yourself. You could kill in cold blood but shuddered in fear over speaking from the heart. How ironic.

It wasn’t until Wooyoung hesitantly placed his hand over your bruised knuckles and nuzzled the inside of your palm that you pulled away, putting out your cigarette in a full ashtray that was sitting on the messy coffee table in front of you. You reached into one of your jacket pockets and pulled out a stack of Eddies, tossing it into Wooyoung’s lap. “Take anyone injured with you down to Yunho’s shop. Get yourself fixed up for me, okay?”

Wooyoung flipped through the stack, looking up at you with wide eyes as you stood up from the couch and stretched. “Are you sure? This is way more than we need, Boss…”

“I know.” You turned to look down at your beloved cohort, reaching down to caress his cheek with a gentleness you were surprised you still possessed after all those long, violent nights you spent taking lives and accruing their blood-stained cash, briefly licking at your thumb and rubbing the dried blood from his cheek. “Get yourself some upgrades while you’re there. You’ve earned it.”

Wooyoung stayed completely still, like he didn’t want to scare you off, his cheeks growing hotter by the second. Once he saw that you were simply standing there, letting the moment happen, his face softened and his eyes lit up, his lips curling up into a bright smile, wanting to say so much more than, “Thank you, Boss…”

As you made your way back up to your room and into your shower to clean yourself up, you thought about the pretty smile Wooyoung gave you. It reminded you of someone you hadn’t seen in quite a while, his dimpled smile never seeming to leave the partly synthetic confines of your mind. Pressing your metal hand into the tile wall for support, you felt your thumping heart skip a beat, a few beads of sweat dripping past your flushed cheeks, making you wonder if your shower was too hot, or if you were going soft. It’s not like you were in love with him. He was the most sought-after cyber stripper in downtown Neo City, after all. He probably had an army of rich corpo men and women already lined up just waiting to sweep him off his feet. Sure, you had money like them, but theirs wasn’t tainted in the same way. They weren’t tainted like you, doomed to a life of voluntary solitude. You pressed your hot cheek into the cool tile, glancing downwards to watch the red-tinted water swirl around into the drain. None of it mattered, anyways. You just needed a drink and a good fuck. That was all.

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“I want a vodka on the rocks. Don’t give me that cheap shit either,” you told the small robot that rolled up beside your VIP table, tapping lightly against its smooth chrome surface. You looked to the side, spotting a robotic couple that couldn’t keep their hands off of each other on the large dance floor of the crowded club, causing you to sink lower against the soft cushions behind you. “You know what? Just bring me the whole bottle.”

The robot blinked its simple eyes at you through the clear glass, calculating its response. “A full bottle of alcohol is not recommended for consumption by a singular person. Can I perhaps recommend–”

“I recommend you shutting the fuck up, robot.” You snapped a finger in its direction, crossing one leather bound thigh over the other, shoving a few bills into the slot that was placed in the middle of its machinery. “Now, get going.”

You watched the robot slowly roll away into the crowd of patrons, before your attention snapped to the middle stage when people and cyborgs alike began to cheer. No one seemed to notice when two elegant looking men decked out in shades and fur coats that smelled suspiciously of gunpowder made their way across the busy club, especially not once the stage suddenly became bathed in sinful red lighting, the cyber stripper you swore up and down you weren’t in love with taking slow, deliberate steps across it.

Dressed in a form-fitting suit that you’d probably see a stuck-up corpo drone wearing on his way to work, San eventually stood at the edge of the stage and ran his hands slowly up his body as soon as a bass-heavy, seductive track bumped through the large speakers around you, a voice announcing, “It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, folks. Our very own hopeless romantic, Choi San, is blessing the stage with his new routine. You better bring out the big bills if you want to see what kind of cyber parts he’s got hiding underneath those tight clothes of his.”

Just as the robot brought you your bottle of alcohol, you took a long swig from it, sinking down a little more into your seat, reaching into one of your pockets just to feel the stacks of cash that still sat inside, unable to take your eyes off of the cyber stripper that turned away from you and the crowd to show off the curves off his ass through his tight work pants, gently pulling his blazer off and revealing just how small his waist looked from behind.

A few people threw money at him, cheering and whistling, as he rolled his body along to the sultry music, leaning his head back dramatically just as he began to tug his tie off, an overtly erotic expression woven into his hypnotically beautiful face.

Just as the music began to come to an intense peak, he dropped to his knees, bringing the tie up into his mouth to bite down onto it, expertly rolling his hips in a fluid motion like he was fucking into someone on the stage floor. The crowd went absolutely apeshit, Eddies floating in the air around San, everyone’s attention on the club’s most beloved stripper — but, like clockwork, his attention was on you. See, San was a sucker for a woman in power, for a femme fatale that could provide him raw, unadulterated excitement, and he simply couldn’t get you out of his mind, couldn’t stop reminiscing about what it felt like to have you underneath him, taking all that he could give you.

His piercing, cat-like eyes never left yours, even as he unbuttoned his vest and tugged it off, revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin and straining muscles, grabbing someone’s hand to run it along the pronounced ridges of his abs, his tongue swiping across his lips.

You took a few more sips of your liquid courage, one hand clutching your thigh, hardly able to handle the blinding heat that blazed away inside your core. It wasn’t until San began to unbuckle his tight pants and gently ease them down just enough to show off the edges of his hips and the neat trail of hair that led to his cock, that you got up onto your feet and made your way up to the main stage, a few patrons taking cautious steps out of your way when they saw your face. It turned up on their holo devices during the evening news too frequently for them to not know who you were.

Quite amused with your presence, San stood directly above you with his hands on his bare hips, giving you a good view of his half-hard cock pressing into the thin material of his pants, his hands slowly running from his hips down to his inner thighs, just barely grazing over his cock each time. “It’s good to see you again, angel. Are you here to have some fun with me?”

Barely able to speak, let alone think, with the way your head, heart, and cunt was pounding, you pulled the stack of bills out of your pocket and reached up to pull the lip of his pants down, revealing his cock to yourself and the enthusiastic crowd just long enough to tuck the stack comfortably inside the hem. “Need to fuck you, San,” you requested softly, but firmly enough that it roused the cyber stripper enough to jump down from the stage and pick you up bridal style.

It wasn’t until San brought you to one of the empty love rooms and sat you down on the edge of the heart-shaped bed that you complained. “You can’t just carry me around like that in front of everyone, San…I have a reputation…”

San stood in front of you, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair, humming softly, rings of light rapidly rushing around the edges of his eyes. “You know your reputation doesn’t matter when you’re here with me, baby…” He reached for the bottom of your chin, tilting it up towards his smiling face, his thumb gently pressing into your bottom lip. “Just your pleasure.”

“My…pleasure…” you repeated in a soft whisper, your hand automatically reaching out to settle on his hips.

“Yes, sweetheart.” San slowly brought himself down to you, pressing his lips lightly against yours, just enough to draw you in. He pulled away teasingly, seeing the desperation inside your fervent gaze, his own eyes creasing with mischievous amusement. “Should I give you a reminder?”

You swallowed hard, not wanting your thumping heart to somehow leap out of your throat and ruin the moment with the cybernetic man you most definitely weren’t in love with. “Yes, please…”

San, who had his tie hanging loosely from his neck, took it off and leaned down, wrapping it around your head to block your vision. Sensing your slight hesitation, he cradled your jaw, pressing a few kisses along it, whispering, “It’ll feel so much better when I put my mouth on you like this…Trust me.”

San wasn’t lying. Since your vision was blacked out, you focused entirely on where he touched you once he discarded your clothes, feeling his strong hands slide along your thighs, his thumbs spreading you apart, his tongue slowly lapping at your cunt, his warm breath and spit hitting your clit when he sucked on it. “Fuck, San….”

Your hands went straight into his styled hair, though he didn’t care one bit when you began to mess it up by tugging on it, simply burying his face deeper into your cunt to drag his tongue rapidly back and forth over your sensitive clit, groaning all the while. When your thighs squeezed around his head, he clutched them tight, holding them in place. “You’ll be good and cum all over my face, won’t you, baby? You’ll let me get a taste of you?”

“Yes, San…I’m so close already…” You nodded weakly, desperately wishing you could see what the man of your dreams looked like in between your thighs, but choosing to be patient, not realizing what his next plan of attack was until you were being filled by two thick fingers, moaning at the feeling of them rubbing eagerly against your pulsing walls. “Oh my god, San…!”

“Baby, won’t you call me by my other name? The one I like to hear?” he sighed against your cunt, giving it one long lick past his thrusting fingers to your clit, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit onto it, before he licked it up once more.

“Sannie…” you moaned out, feeling a familiar heaviness pool within your core, the muscles in your thighs starting to tighten up, your fingers gripping the man’s hair just a little tighter. “Make me cum, please, I’m right there…”

San moaned back just from hearing you call out his name in such a way, starting to desperately thrust his hips forward against the side of the mattress, wanting to get some friction against his large, aching cock. “I’ll make you cum so hard, baby, just like always,” he promised haphazardly with his lips and tongue on your clit, fervently licking at it with his small pink tongue, easily slipping in a third digit into your squelching hole, curling them up just in time to hear you let out a shaky cry. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that…You’re so good for your Sannie…”

When you came, you came hard, your body fully locking up once the intense waves of pleasure washed over you, unable to keep yourself from tugging the tie from your eyes once you could catch your breath. The already low lights of the room hurt your eyes for a second, having to blink a few times to truly focus on the state of the man who just sent you to cyber heaven. He was looking up at you with his big brown eyes, small digital hearts present within them, his raven hair tousled, a few damp strands clinging to his forehead. His cheeks and arousal-stained lips sported an alluring reddish hue, the flush making its way all the way down to his long, curved cock, the tip of it leaking vast amounts of pre-cum onto the floor below.

“You made me feel so good, Sannie,” you praised him softly, reaching down to caress his warm cheek, running your thumb across the cute mole underneath his eye. “You deserve to feel good too, don’t you?”

“Uh-huhhh…I’m so hard, it hurts…” The dominance San once displayed was instead overcome with submissive neediness, a whimper leaving his lips, once he began to rub his cock against the mattress a bit harder, looking up to you for approval.

“Aww, do you want to rub your cock against my pussy instead of using the bed like that?” you asked teasingly, pressing your thumb into his bottom lip.

“Yes, please…”

That was all it took for you to reach down for his hands, coaxing him onto the bed with you and gently pushing him down onto his back. “You always take such good care of me, Sannie, always take such good care of everyone that visits you…Do you want to be taken care of like that too?” you cooed sweetly, as you straddled him and slowly sank down onto his oversized cock, feeling its sleek, cybernetic curves fill you up just right.

“Yeah, I do…Please take care of me, Y/N…” San moaned loudly when your bodies finally connected, all the synthetic pleasure he felt in his cock going straight to his head, entirely grateful for the recent upgrades he got from his ripperdoc.

You stayed still on his lap, simply cockwarming him until you felt that you should move, leaning down to press kisses onto his neck and along his collarbone, his pre-cum causing a soft squelching sound to escape where your bodies joined together. “You feel so much bigger inside…Did you get a naughty upgrade, Sannie?”

“I got the pleasure package…” San murmured shyly, reaching up to rub his hands along your thighs, slowly making his way up past your waist to your chest to knead your tits against his palms. “It increased my length and width by three inches, gives me longer cumshots, and makes me more sensitive…”

You giggled softly, moving your hips up and lowering them back down just to make San groan out from the sudden slick friction, hovering above him, your faces a few inches away from each other. “Want me to milk you dry, Sannie?” you asked underneath your breath, running your hands up along his abdomen to his chest, feeling his muscles contract slightly underneath your touch.

San bit into his bottom lip, his cock pulsing steadily inside your leaking cunt, wondering if his rapidly beating heart was simply a glitch in his coding. “Yeah…”

That was all it took for you to rest your hands securely on the fullness of his chest, and begin desperately bouncing on his throbbing cock, not wanting to stop until he filled you up so deep with his load, that you’d be willing to survive another day in Neo City.

“Y/N, fuck, you’re so tight,” San whined, squeezing your tits in between his fingers, eventually letting his hands slide down your abdomen until he got to your cunt, taking turns rubbing each of his thumbs into your sensitive clit, causing your hips to stutter. “Come on, baby, don’t you dare stop riding my cock…You’re going to cum just like this…”

“Just like this, Sannie?” you panted out, smiling at the way he desperately nodded back, gently squeezing his chest in a similar fashion, running your own thumbs along the hardness of his nipples, delighted with the way he began to arch his back into your touch. “All of you is so sensitive, huh? Not just your cock…”

“It all feels so good, baby. You make me feel amazing…It drives me crazy…” San jolted suddenly when you pinched one of his nipples, emitting a whiny sound of approval, starting to buck his hips up into you on his own.

“You drive me crazy too, Sannie…I can’t seem to stay away from you…” you admitted, pressing your hands into his pecs, before slowly lowering yourself down to his lips to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Then, don’t…” San whispered back, before he caught your mouth against his, your lips and tongues meeting in the middle, getting lost in the heat of the moment, reaching for your hips so that he could drive himself further inside you. It didn’t seem to be enough; he needed to be closer to you, needed his cum to reach your womb.

“Sannie…!” you suddenly gasped out, when he rolled onto you and and positioned himself so that he had you in a proper mating press, his throbbing, dripping cock slipping back into you, much deeper this time.

“Need to fuck you full, baby, need you to have my cum so deep in your pretty pussy, it won’t drip out until you get home…” San began to drool into your mouth, sucking gently on your tongue, despite the way he began pounding himself into you so hard, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath, instead having to just take what he gave you.

“Please, Sannie– Please, give it to me!” You began to see stars, unknowingly sending your nails down his broad back from the vast amounts of pleasure surging through your body, unable to keep yourself from whimpering when he suddenly stopped moving completely, his cum beginning to pour inside and coat your pulsing walls with thick globs of white.

“Oh my god, there it is, baby, all for you,” San groaned huskily into your neck, pressing a few kisses into it and along your jaw, smiling sweetly at the hearts present within your own barely open, digitally enhanced eyes. He rubbed your thighs in gentle circles, sliding out for a second to let some of the milkiness spill out of your used cunt and pushed back in, just in time for his cock to twitch, filling you up with a few more pumps of hot cum. “Fuck…how was that, baby?”

“So good, San, you don’t even know…” You could hardly move, filled to the very brim with San’s load, jolts of pleasure still shooting through you, a pleasant fuzziness running along the edges of your brain. “Wish I could feel like this every day.” You bit your bottom lip, wondering if it was the leftover pleasure or the slight buzz that made you want to be honest with San. “Wish I could see you more…”

San’s expression softened, his already pink cheeks sporting a darker hue, his deep desire to see and know more about the mysterious gang leader that visited him once in a blue moon increasing tenfold. However, he didn’t know exactly how to express the myriad of things he was feeling, so he simply replied, “I wish you could too. I never want you to leave…”

“San…” you whispered, your heart just about imploding from hearing his heartfelt words, about to suck it up and tell him how you really felt when a sudden loud boom shook the walls of the club, causing a bit of dust and debris to float into the air, the distinct smell of smoke filling up your noses, the sprinklers inside the room immediately going off, along with the smoke detector.

“What the hell was that?” San gasped, sitting up, but instinctively pulling you into his arms to protect you from any harm, looking around the room for some kind of a clue.

It was then that a shaky, agitated voice came out through the speaker within the room, warning, “For those who are somehow unaware, someone set off a goddamn bomb inside the club. A fire broke out and now we’re fucked. Do you hear me? Fucked. Get out while you still can, motherfuckers.” The man’s voice grew a bit quieter, some feedback sounds ringing out, someone’s hushed voice not legible through the speakers. “No, I don’t have insurance for this shithole. How was I supposed to know some prick would set off a fucking bomb in here? You know what? You’re fired just for that. Get off my dick–”

When the announcement cut off, the both of you stared at each other for a while, slowly getting soaked by the spraying sprinklers. You saw the deep concern in San’s eyes and the sudden loss that he was trying to come to terms with. “San…”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do…This place is all I know…It was all I was programmed to know…” San murmured, not even caring that the water brought his raven bangs into his sad eyes.

You cautiously reached forward to cup his cheeks, holding them tightly. Before you could have the chance to doubt yourself, you blurted out, “Come home with me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you never have to worry about a thing.”

San’s eyes widened. He wasn’t very used to anyone giving him anything in return. He was the giver. He was always the giver. “You’d do that for me…?”

“Of course, San, I–” You caught yourself. It was too early for that, after all. Instead, you moved his hair out of the way and brought your lips to his forehead, giving it a kiss before looking back into his eyes. “I care about you. I want you to be safe…with me.”

San reached up to cradle your face within his calloused hands, feeling a warmth spread throughout his entire body, making him wonder if he was more human than robot. He smiled brightly, his eyes creasing at the corners. “Then, what are you waiting for, Y/N? Take me home.”

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gailynovelry · 2 years

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August Writing Dash: Day 8!

Starting Wordcount: 31,000.

Ending Wordcount: 32,250.

Unusual Occurrence: Almost poisoned by a cake pop today.

Pretty good wordcount addition for today~! I'm reconsidering whether I want to make this month about finishing particular chapters at all. I seem to be doing good just stringing along the various plots, feeling out what the chapters I'll need to finish later will be. So, no specific wordcount or chapter goals; just creative chaos!

That said, I did get some work done on Chapter Three today. Had a fun idea for a low-key scene that will have incredibly AAAAAAA ramifications for the plot down the line, ehehehe . . .

Excerpt under the cut;

Before he let her in, Morekai turned to her, a thoughtful look on his face. “Airasia, do you by any chance know how to write or read ritual spells? The runework, specifically.”

What a curious question. Navaeli had to ponder it for a moment. In particular, she thought about the ritual spell she and Meparik were preparing — the one to banish Silamir from her, and remove her Heraldry once and for all.

Lately, she’d started contributing to the notes Meparik sent, looking over his runework for mistakes he might have made or improvements that could be added in. For example, changes to the formatting of the spell, so that she could prepare it by herself should Crislie not be there to help. It wasn’t nearly as impressive a contribution as actually writing the main body of the spell, though. A lot of the fine details of the formatting escaped her. So . . .

“No, not particularly,” she admitted with a shrug.

Morekai smiled at her. “Ahh. Alright then. Thank you for being honest with me.” And then without further explanation, he vanished between the tent flaps.

Navaeli stood awkwardly outside for a few seconds, twisting the loose fabric of her uen between her hands while she overthought his response. Why did he want to know that? Had he wanted her help with something? The idea that she had disappointed him caused her to wince.

Well, maybe she could correct this lack on her own time. Obviously, Morekai didn’t seem inclined to force her to learn, but . . .

Navaeli shook off her thoughts and followed him into the tent.

Morekai’s living quarters were much like hers; sable fabric decorated with strings of bone beads framing a few lightweight, easily-folded pieces of wooden furniture. The latter’s qualities were there in case they had to leave Camp Veldin in a hurry for any reason. His cot was pushed out of the way, leaving more space for a table and several chairs. Papers, scrolls, and books laid on the chairs and table alike. Navaeli vaguely recognized ritual drafts, along with heavily marked-up maps of Gadhi. Aside from inkwells and quills, and a few errant dirty dishes, the only other thing on the table was a vase of yellow flowers.

It was all so purposeful that Navaeli felt embarrassed by her own living quarters by comparison. A good half of her tent was taken up by pillows, and her great, big bed. The luxury of it had felt like such a comfort at first, but now she just felt childish and wasteful.

Though, Morekai didn’t seem to see it this way. He gave her a half-bow of apology — a Gadhian servant’s custom that he might’ve picked up from Elowen or one of the other attendants — and started organizing the papers into piles. “Lomorma lun ta, niece of mine. I hadn’t remembered what a mess I left this place this morning.”

“It is quite alright. I’ve seen much worse messes. If it is not too rude to pry, though, that are these for?” she asked, picking up one of the ritual drafts.

She recognized a couple of the runes. Goh, ‘to-call-for,’ which Meparik had explained to her was a command to invoke a god’s aspect or power. It was a curious rune that could cause the spell to go awry if the god did not want to work with you. She also recognized the jagged feather that represented Silamir.

Morekai laughed and gently took the spell from her hands, sorting it into one of the piles. “Various things. Some of them are enchantments to fix or enhance weaponry, but those are purely theoretical right now, as we don’t exactly have spare souls just lying around.”

“Souls? To . . . fuel for the enchantments? In the same way that the Irongardhe enacts bloodforging?” Navaeli asked uneasily.

“Unfortunately, yes. In order to win against them, we may have to stoop to their level.” He tsked softly and stared at the papers. “Worry not, niece. Our hope is to use livestock, not mortals. It’s not quite as effective, but the upside is that a slain sheep can be used to feed soldiers as well as fuel spells.”

That relieved her. “Sounds practical.”

“As for some of the other spells — well, you will have to promise to keep them a secret if I tell you,” Morekai said with a wink. “I’d rather not have everyone get excited about these ones until I feel certain that they work.”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years

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Excited for the event~ (if it'll stop crashing....) Can I get wedding crashers Octatrio, where Yuu had returned to their world, and had mostly forgotten of the events that had happened to them at NRC? Yuu is marrying someone they love and cherish, but that's not going to stop Floyd from trying to bring his beloved Koebi-chan back, with Jade and Azul 100% supporting him / being there for the chaos.

“I object to this wedding...!”

Pre-Wedding Jitters

Twisted Wonderland all seems like a distant dream now.

You have returned home, to your family--and to your loving childhood friend and S/O of several years.

You have grown closer and closer to them ever since you’ve come back, just to catch up on those lost moments of affection. Cuddling, whispering to one another, taking the time for long dates...

You’re so happy to be returning to normalcy, and leave all that happened at Night Raven College behind you. You want to focus on making new memories with your S/O.

Before you know it, a few months have passed.

On one date, set at sunset, you are walking on the beach, holding onto their arm, when they suddenly get on one knee and propose.

Of course, you happily accepted, for this has always been your dream come true--marrying someone whom you love and cherish more than anything in the world.

You decide to have an ocean-themed wedding and to hold it on the beach.

It is a location that holds many precious memories to you and your S/O.The beach is not only where you first met while on a school trip, but also where your proposal had been. Thus, you agreed, the next chapter of your lives together should also begin on the beach.

You have no idea that a storm is brewing back in Twisted Wonderland.

In your absence, Floyd has been moodier than ever, lashing out at the smallest provocation, even from his own twin brother or from Azul.

He has broken so many things, screeched and whined for hours on end.

Floyd refuses to eat or sleep some days, instead choosing to prowl the night and take out his frustrations by beating up any fools that happen to cross his path.

“He’s out of control,” Azul notes, massaging his temples. “We must make amends, and fast...before he gets served with a lawsuit.”

“Indeed,” Jade agrees with a solemn nod. “Well, then. Shall we go hunting for fresh shrimp?”

The Crashing

...So much for a wedding on the beach.

It is storming on your special day, forcing you to direct your wedding staffers into pulling everything inside the nearby hotel lobby you have rented. They’re scrambling to dry things off and rearrange tables and chairs into a makeshift venue.

Your S/O comforts you and reassures you that your wedding will be just as good indoors as it would have been outdoors, kissing your worries away.

It is then that the front doors to the hotel are kicked down and a familiar voice shouts at you.

“KOEBI-CHAAAAN!”

In rushes Floyd, back by a smiling Jade and Azul.

Before you can register what is happening, you feel a body slam hard against you, wrapping you up in long limbs and practically crushing you against a chest that doesn’t belong to your S/O.

“I’ve missed you sooooo much!” Floyd wails, rubbing his cheek against yours. “Ehehehe, but it’s alright! Now that I’ve found you, we can be together again!”

“Um...what?”

“Er, who is this? An uninvited guest?” your S/O asks. They make the mistake of reaching out to untangle you from the eel’s grasp.

Floyd snarls at him, his grip on you tightening as he steps back, taking you with him.

The guests and staffers are staring now, whispering among one another. Floyd glares back at them.

“Sir, that’s my spouse you have in your arms. Kindly return them, or I will have no choice but to call security,” your S/O warns patiently.

“Don’t wanna!” Floyd retorts, pouting. “Koebhi-chan’s mine! Lame ol’ guppies like you should just disappear like sea foam.”

“Excuse me?”

Floyd suddenly shoves you behind him to the floor. You’re in such a daze that you’re paralyzed and forced to watch the chaotic scene unfold.

Floyd has decked your S/O right across the face, giving them a bloody nose.

Then, at Azul’s signal, the twins descend on the wedding, kicking over tables and throwing chairs, destroying decorations and tearing down elaborate dishes. They might have been salvaged from the storm, but none of it was safe from Jade and Floyd.

Guests scramble away in complete and utter horror.

Security arrives, and they tackle the twins--but much to your dismay, Jade and Floyd easily yank them off and lob the burly men into the ruined wedding cake.

Your S/O rushes to help you up and escape while the brothers are preoccupied, only to be blocked by Azul.

“Pardon me,” the octopus says calmly, pointing his magical staff.

A column of water punches your S/O in the gut and sends him flying into a wall. He’s drenched, bloodied, and battered.

Jade kneels down in front of him and kindly directs your S/O to watch as Floyd steals their beloved spouse away. When they struggle to get back up, Jade steps on their leg and digs his heel in, eliciting a yelp of pain.

Floyd has, meanwhile, scooped you up again. He plants a loud, sloppy kiss right on your lips, making sure that your S/O catches a good eyeful.

The Octavinelle trio floods the venue and flee with you, still trapped in Floyd’s crushing embrace.

The Aftermath

The storm seems to have cleared up outside, just like Floyd’s mood.

He’s giggling and laughing now, planting the occasional kiss on your crown, on your cheek--really, anywhere he can get it in.

Azul and Jade nod along to his excitement. They are just happy to see him happy, after all.

You kick and protest, but it seems to fall on deaf ears.

Azul busies himself with summoning a portal to return you to Twisted Wonderland, while Jade clicks his tongue at you.

“It is pointless to resist,” he tells you coldly. “Do make this easier on all of us and simply accept Floyd’s affections.”

“They will learn,” Azul calls over his shoulder. The portal is ready to accept them. “And if not, I can always brew a love potion.”

“It doesn’t matter to me~” Floyd interrupts his dorm leader. “As long as I’ve got Koebi-chan, nothin’ else matters!”

You are hurled back into Twisted Wonderland with the eels and the octopus. Back into a dream--or perhaps a nightmare.

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kurowrites · 4 years

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Do you have any head canons about the list of young masters?

Ooooh, you unlocked some Secret Personal Lore(TM) hahahaha

So, this might be a somewhat controversial opinion, but I’m relatively sure that the list is also a reflection of the political situation between the sects.

Hear me out. As far as I'm aware, the ranking that we know is:

Lan Xichen

Lan Wangji

Jin Zixuan

Wei Wuxian

Jiang Cheng

Nie Mingjue

Now, I’m NOT saying that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji aren’t exceptionally handsome people (obviously I want them to be, ehehehe) but they are also an exceptionally convenient first and second choice. Noted to be well-bred, strictly educated young men who live a very ascetic life, they first of all won’t care at all that they are at the top of the list, and they are, I’d argue, the most politically neutral choice for first and second place. Like. No one can say anything against them, because there is nothing to say against them. They belong to the the most reclusive of the larger sects, and they have, all in all, the most neutral/good intra-sect relationships. The Lans really know how to cover their asses, and so it’s really no surprise that they are the first choice. Combined with the general handsomeness of the two brothers, it’s a reasonable choice which will cause exactly zero drama. Not a single male cultivator can complain about losing to them, not even Jin Zixuan. Lan Wangji loses to Lan Xichen because LXC actually smiles at people.

Now Jin Zixuan. Listen, I can’t say if he’s really that handome or not (personally I find the actor in CQL anything but, but personal tastes eh), but he’s going to be high up that list simply for being the heir of the Jin sect. Like, he can’t not be high up that list. The Jin sect is too big of a player to place him anywhere lower than fifth place, I’d argue. Lucky for the list, he’s got a handsome face, because his flakey character isn’t exactly helping him in reaching such a high spot. :/

Now, Wei Wuxian. My argument is: he should probably be higher up that list, but his social status makes it unacceptable to move him any further up. Putting him in front of Jiang Cheng is already asking for trouble. Putting him in front of Jin Zixuan would be a massive affront. If this was a completely neutral fight, he’d win hands down. Alas, it is not. He never stood a chance of moving beyond rank 4.

For Jiang Cheng: see Jin Zixuan. Honestly, it might be a toss-up (or personal taste) which of the two of them is actually handsomer, but combined with his status as a sect heir, he really cannot be any lower on this list. He will definitely still lose to WWX in terms of looks though. Sorry JC. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NOW. As far as I know, number 6 of the list is never mentioned? My argument would be that this is Wen Xu. It just makes sense. His sect is not particularly popular, but he’s still a young master from a powerful family, and he’s probably good-looking enough. Handsomer than Wen Chao, in any case. That will make him a solid 6. His sect is not popular enough to rank him higher, and his looks won’t carry him through, either. But as a young master, he has to be somewhere at the top, anyway.

Nie Mingjue as rank 7 makes sense, as well. He’s probably the most conventionally masculine out of this line-up, but as we all know, that’s not necessarily what women are looking for. His brash character definitely loses him some points, and the relative ‘weakness’ of his sect (i.e. him having to succeed at such a young age and having a difficult stand against the older sect leaders) also places him lower on the list. Dont think there aren’t those who dig that whole beefcake thing and think he should be definitely no. 1, though. ;) Alas, it is not to be, he’ll always be an outlier. Not that he cares one bit.

Nie Huaisang is probably somewhere around rank 10, even though he absolutely hates being ranked. But he’s also a young master, so you can be damn sure he’s on that list.

#kuro rambles #mdzs headcanons #this is probably way more information than you hoped for #but I have Thoughts #terratenshi

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Mother's day

It was mother's day in Chaldea and like with many other holidays things got just a bit more lively then normal. Most servants weren't able to properly celebrate, being either children without their mothers or mothers without their children but some made do.

Jack insisted on a gift for master, even tho he wasn't a fan of the "mama" label. Raikou expected gifts from her children aswell, Kintoki was willing tho he found it a bit embarrassing, but Rex never saw her as a mother so he didn't bother at first, only giving in to prevent her from crying.

But an interesting question was raised.

Rex: mi corazon, do you think your mother will expect something for mother's day?

Quetz: I don't see why she would! It wasn't really a thing back in our day and she's not likely to gain any of that info so I think I'm fine.

*knock knock*

Rex: quién es?

BB: it's the amazing BB!

Quetz: qué quieres?

BB: got a message for ya Quetzy!

Quetz opens the door, seeing the chaotic AI holding what looks to be cloth.

Rex: a message in cloth?

Quetz: lemme see

BB hands it to her, the cloth had many characters on it. It looked to be the characters used by the aztecs back in the day.

Quetz: ...aye...

BB: don't like what you read?

Quetz: as soon as I mention it!

Rex: ...is it from your mom?

Quetz: ...no, it's from Coyolxauhqui, but she says mamá is expecting mother's day gifts now!

BB: wow! Isn't that interesting?

Quetz: how'd she send this to you BB?

BB: not sure! Popped into one of my tentacles and I could tell it had to be for you, since no one else can read those characters!

Rex: hey I'm trying!

Quetz: *sigh* what in Xibalba do I even get her?!

Rex: ...some food? Maize?

Quetz: she has plenty of that!

BB: my you two have seem to have found yourselves in a pickle! At least you're trying tho! None of my dear children even consider getting me anything!

Rex: gee! I wonder why!?

BB gave him a stink eye before continuing.

BB: anyways! I'd love to stay, but I've got chaos to sew! Seeya!

And with that the AI leaves

Quetz: aye... what could I even get her?

Rex: hmmm... maybe some modern chocolate or something? I can only think of food at the moment...

Quetz: you need some food then.

The two left for the cafeteria to eat and brainstorm.

Rex: what does your mom like?

Quetz: ...sacrifices...

Rex: mmmm! Anything else?

Quetz: she's a very violent woman mi amor... most things she'd like aren't much of an option.

Rex: well fuck!

As the two go on, Ehecatl comes running in, accidentally bumping into Rex.

Rex: woah there!

Quetz: ehe? Are you ok?

Ehe, nervously: m-m-m-m-ma-ma-ma

Rex: ehe! Speak clearly!

Ehe, clears her throat: Coatlicue is here!!

Quetz and Rex: Que!?

Then a rumbling is felt, turning the corner of the hall came a large being.

The being was tall, and vaguely humaneque in appearance. Instead of a human head, there were two huge snakes, a skirt made of snakes adorned her lower body, her hands and feet had huge claws to rip apart flesh, the only thing covering her chest was a large necklace with human hearts and hands going along it, with a human skull at the center.

Coatlicue: H̸̡̧̡̺̩̗̬͉͈̖͔̲̠̣̼̠̗̪͎͛̀͌̋͊̊͛̈̓̈́̏͝o̸̧̨̨̢̧̥̣̥͕̩̺̦̲̼̜̳̮͇̫͑̀̃̃̾̑̄̅͌̍̏̈̊̒̐́͘̚ͅl̴̺̬̗̻̫͖̜̪̲͓̲͕̒̃̓̈̈͗́̂̽̆͜͜͜͝ą̷̛̫͍͔̹͕͙̤̺̣̜̎͂̇̓͋͆͗͌̀́̒̃́͑̕̕͠ ̴̯̩̩̥̪͚͎̤͆̀̈́̎̽̐͛͆̀͑͗͊̄͗͐͘̕̕͠ͅm̷̧̡̛͉̼̫̳̜̮̰̱̬̯̿͋͋̉͊͑̌͑̑͂͜i̸̩̒̇͆̎͗̍̀̀̇͂̋͂͘͝j̵̛͎͕̱̣͍͉̯̤̙̪̹̪̫̤̞̜̀̽̽̽̎͂̎͂̏̕͜ͅą̷͙̖̦̫̯͈̖̙̱̟̩͍̯̪̳͔̦͈͈̼̄͑̓͒

While Ehecatl clung onto Rex in fear, both Rex and Quetz were just annoyed. They were already used to seeing nightmarish beings ever since coming here, so this wasn't new.

Quetz: mamá, can you not with that look?

Coatlicue: ...? *sigh*

Then the large being transformed into a much more normal human appearance. An older looking woman, with a much more normal looking outfit, tho you could see a resemblance to what she looked like before. Snake motif on her skirt, and much simpler necklace with a small decorative skull, and what looked to be stitches on her neck.

Quetz: mamá, what are you doing here?

Coatlicue: what, I can't visit my daughter and her husband every once in a while?

Quetz: not without warning.

Coatlicue: well, ever since I heard about this mother's day thing I wanted to feel appreciated! And I thought it'd be nice to spend the day with you since I don't see you often anymore.

Quetz: mamá that's nice but you need to tell us ahead of time, you scared dear Ehe here.

Coatlicue: she shouldn't be scared! She's seen me plenty of times!

Quetz: no she hasn't. She mostly stayed in my place in the heavens, and rarely left.

Rex: so... is she just gonna stay for the day?

Quetz: looks like it.

Coatlicue: it's nice to see you again Rex!

Rex: good to see you too Mrs. Coatlicue...

Coatlicue, to Quetz: has he been treating you well?

Quetz: of course! I've never been happier then with him!

Coatlicue: that's so good to hear! It's good that even if it took so long you managed to be happy with marriage!

After some time the group was in the cafeteria.

Coatlicue: wow, is it always so lively?

Quetz: not really. Things got more hectic with mother's day.

Coatlicue: are there many other mothers here?

Quetz: si! Tho most are without the children they had.

Coatlicue: how unfortunate! Can your husband not summon them?

Rex: it's not that simple...

Quetz: there's very little control in it all...

Coatlicue: he seemed to be able to summon you with plenty of ease.

Quetz: I'm the exception mamá.

Coatlicue: well that's unfortunate. Speaking of mothers, do you plan on becoming one any time soon Mija?

The question caused Ehecatl spit out her dirnk.

Ehe: *cough cough* isn't it a bit soon to talk about that!?

Quetz: actually we were thinking it over.

Ehe: Que!?

Rex: you need to relax.

Quetz: Ehe, you shouldn't be so surprised. I've talked to you about the idea in the past.

Ehe: it's still so soon! Have you even been married a year yet?!

Rex: no... but we don't plan to actually do anything just yet. Just talking.

Coatlicue: I'd love to see what precious children you two make!

Quetz: ehehehe, let's table this topic for now.

Ehe: yes! Please!

Coatlicue: so what have you been up to since we last saw each other?

Quetz: well... some interesting things have happened since...

Rex: she got to be Santa for Christmas.

Coatlicue: really?! Didn't the people of Mexico try that back in the 30's?

Quetz: si... didn't work out...

Coatlicue: but did it work out better this time?

Quetz: better is... debatable...

Rex: I think you were great mi corazon! If I could I'd have you be Santa every year!

Quetz, blushing: ehehehe, mi amor...

Ehe: the outfit leaves much to be desired tho...

Coatlicue: what's wrong with it?

Quetz: well... I misheard the whole Santa thing and thought they said Samba so...

Coatlicue: seriously!? Mija how do you make that kind of mistake?

Quetz: she wasn't clear! And besides they're basically the same since both bring happiness to others!

Rex: yeah! Mistake or no, she was the best Santa!

Quetz then proceeded to hug Rex, happy with all the support he showed.

Quetz: gracias mi amor!

Rex: anything for you!

Coatlicue: aside from that... anything else of note?

Quetz: ...well I also got to be a superhero.

Coatlicue: ...que?

Rex: well... a superhero is basically someone with extraordinary powers and uses them to protect others!

Coatlicue: hmmm... then weren't you already one mija?

Quetz: well superheros also usually have a bombastic costume to go along with it!

Ehe: wasn't it also your swimsuit?

Quetz: kinda, I had a normal red one but at the same time I also had the costume on me!

Coatlicue: you've been dressing up interesting outfits lately huh?

Quetz: si... things get very interesting in Chaldea.

Rex: whenever we're not dealing with a lostbelt it's usually something far more ludicrous then normal.

Coatlicue: no wonder some of these servants look so ridiculous... I just thought that's how it was outside of Central America.

Rex: ...sometimes that's still the case.

Quetz: it does take some getting used to... but I've been here so long nothing phases me anymore.

Ehe: how anyone can get used to this is beyond me.

Rex: it's all about how long you've spent here...

After some time Coatlicue got to look into Rex and Quetz's room, despite protests from Quetz.

Coatlicue: good size... nice and clean... but a little bare...

Coatlicue: I didn't expect you to be so relaxed in your room mija.

Rex: we don't do a whole lot here... just cuddle and lay in bed together.

Coatlicue: that's good at least, I'm happy your husband's been able to accommodate for you here.

Quetz: well I have other rooms for fun and such. A gym, a rec room, and so on.

Rex: Quetz is my sun and I'd do anything for her happiness!

Quetz: ehehehehe! Mi amor, you're making me blush!

The two embraced again as they talked.

After more time spent with Coatlicue, it was eventually time for her to go.

Coatlicue: I had a really good time mija! I'm so proud of the relationship you've found yourself in!

Quetz: gracias mamá!

And then she went back to the heavens, leaving the couple once again.

Rex: she's surprisingly nice all things considered...

Quetz: it's because you're such a good husband to me mi amor!

Rex: thanks...

The two finished up with a nice kiss, before going back to their room.

A/N: since it's mother's day, it felt appropriate to make a story featuring Quetz's mom! Sorry if the ending felt rushed, kinda lost ideas towards the end.