#i was so exhausted i think i just went ah. yep

[godspouse]

me saying “oh i watch a lot of movies on the internet archive! it’s great c:” to a coworker responding with “ah. ive only used that for porn” was a crazy tonal shift while we bussed tables

#i was so exhausted i think i just went ah. yep

[flightfoot]

ML Fanfic Recs for 2023: 5K - 10K words

So I’ve been going through and adding particularly good fics I’ve read throughout the year. Only Complete fics, of course. Enjoy!

Plagg eats Destruction while Tikki eats Creation. They choose not to tell their Holders exactly what that means.

Ladybug’s partner joins with Hawk Moth and she can’t figure out why. Not at first, anyway.

Adrien had started expecting the family breakfasts. He had NOT been expecting his father to collapse in the middle of one.

Adrien and Marinette both vaguely remember young playmates from when they were kids. Their first friend. Shame they didn’t remember each other’s names.

Marinette’s itching to win a prize for beating a merfolk in a race. Thankfully, a merman, Chat Noir, decides to challenge her. Pity that Adrien was busy that day.

Adrien finds a tiny, mousy guest in his new home, and makes a new friend.

Marinette helps lead a revolution to overthrow King Adrien with the help of her most trusted ally, Chat Noir. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir find a toddler wandering around during an akuma attack. Who could her parents be?

Chat Noir wrote a tweet mocking himself as Adrien. This totally does not come back to bite him in any way.

An akuma swapped Marinette’s and Chat Noir’s bodies. Marinette AS Marinette, not as Ladybug. This causes some problems.

All this and more below the break!

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you don’t even know me at all (but I was made for loving you) by @ladyofthenoodle

They didn’t remember each other. The hospital told them there’d been an accident—brain damage—but Alya had told them the truth, later. Who’d they’d been to each other. What they’d given up, and why.

But even with their memories of each other gone, Adrien and Marinette are still inextricably tied together—by law, by their social circles, and by their hearts.

And in the apartment they share, there's only one bed.

Yep, it’s the “there was only one bed” trope XD! I especially love how it was used here, how Adrien and Marinette are strangers now but they had a whole life together, and they pine for each other even without remembering, and how Marinette just can’t believe how in love with her Adrien is even though he doesn’t remember her. I loved the emotional turmoil the two of them went through together in the fic, and the resolution, it’s great!

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Experimental Feeding by Machina_Fun_T

Plagg eats Destruction*. Tikki eats Creation*.

They don't explain that to their holders.

*Warning - This diet has side effects.

I just found the whole idea here fascinating. Basically, Plagg and Tikki prefer to eat things that align with their concept somehow, and even get boosts from them. They decide not to explain the details to their Holders though (just to mess with them I think) which prompts Adrien and Marinette to both do a lot of experimentation to figure out what their kwami likes to eat the most.

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Until I Found You by @linnieluna

Working their way up to a settled adulthood, Marinette and Adrien, now 23, gain a reason to believe that they are expecting—way earlier than they ever planned. Still unwed, it evokes a revelation on Adrien’s behalf.

Was it time to take the next step forward?

I loved the emotions here, how Adrien and Marinette reacted to the results of the pregnancy test, how complicated their feelings about it were - and how it prompted Adrien to take action. It’s a really sweet fic!

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From school bells to wedding bells by @linnieluna

When the superhero duo takes on another exhausting fight against an akuma, Chat Noir does what he never hesitates to do and takes a hit for his partner. The problem being: neither of them knew what power the akuma possessed.

That is... until he is transported into the future. More specifically, to his friend Marinette's wedding.

Ah I love time travel fics! Older!Marinette’s surprised, Younger!Adrien’s bewildered, and Older!Adrien is off knowing exactly what happened and giving his younger self some subtle heads-up. 

It gives Adrien something to look forward to, to cling onto, through bad days in the future at least!

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u + me = love by @xiueryn

Marinette has a massive crush on Adrien. He has a crush on the superhero, Ladybug. When he says the only person he'll invite as his plus one to an event is Ladybug, Marinette takes her chance to romance him for the night. AU.

(a fanboy and fangirl start to date.)

This is just a fun Ladrien story. Ladybug is happy to oblige in Adrien’s fantasies, and no one else believes that he’s actually dating Ladybug.

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Disintegrated Pancakes by @scribeofrhapsody

Adrien had started expecting the family breakfasts. He had NOT been expecting his father to collapse in the middle of one.

I’m shocked I haven’t seen more of this sort of thing, with Adrien finding out his father’s Monarch via seeing the Cataclysm wound. I love that Alya gets involved in this, being the person Adrien runs into after fleeing the room, and then Adrien getting to talk things out with Gabriel and Nathalie. Thankfully Gabriel is at least not completely incapable of being reasoned with here, or things could have gone worse than they did. It’s a nice little read, though with an ambiguous ending (at least at the time when I write this).

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Like Smoke From A Furnace by @wackus-bonkus-maximus

Marinette and Adrien give up their Miraculous. Ladybug and Chat Noir never meet again.

This one’s an angsty fic with a happy ending (though there is a little fluff in there as well.) Adrien and Marinette get together and have a family together, while Scarabella and Kitty Noire continue to fight Monarch for the next decade. But it still eats at Marinette that she never found out what happened to Chat Noir, that he never said anything before they both vanished, and Chat reappearing during an akuma attack when Kitty Noire was taken out of commission doesn’t help with that - especially since he won’t leave her head and she needs to commit herself to her family, doesn’t want to be torn by his presence. She cares about her family too much. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir never meet again... but there are other ways for them to meet up and talk things out.

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with this ring by @thelibraryloser

She thought “you and me against the world” had sounded like lopsided odds before, when she hadn’t even dreamed “you against me” was a possibility. Or maybe she had dreamed it, but at least in those dreams he’d had cold blue eyes and a stark white mask.

The villain she’d fought today had looked at her through her partner’s own bright green eyes.

It wasn’t meant to be this way.

Short and sweet Sentiadrien enemies canon divergence fic here! I adored Marinette finding out why her kitty seemed to have “betrayed” her, and the righteous anger on his behalf once she figured out that it wasn’t of his own free will. Her comforting Adrien about it was just... really good. It’s a Hawkmoth Defeat fic too, so the immediate aftermath gets covered as well. Adrien needs a hug.

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Miracoffee by @pauliestorylover

Ever since the last Mr Pigeon attack over nine months ago, Hawkmoth has fallen off the face of the earth, seemingly for good. There’s never been a better chance for an identity reveal—but after keeping her identity a secret for so many years, Marinette feels incredibly nervous about one.

When Chat Noir accidentally finds Ladybug working at a café, Alya comes up with a brilliant idea. If Ladybug and Chat Noir interact regularly in a civilian setting, surely they’ll move towards an identity reveal without outside interference?

Adrien Never Goes To Public School Coffee Shop AU here! It’s funny how he clocks Marinette as being Ladybug IMMEDIATELY. And then after discussing it for awhile, decide to make a bit of a game of the identity reveal, having Chat come in on pre-determined days and seeing whether Ladybug can figure out who she is, all while they get to know each other, even if in passing. 

Love the other Miraculous heroes making cameos as well, Marinette seems annoyed that Nino cosplaying as Carapace actually doesn’t tip anyone off XD.

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Nothing Else Matters by LiquefiedStars

Marinette couldn’t figure out Chat Noir. He was supposed to be her partner, but instead ended up working for Hawk Moth. Still, her heart betrayed her and when a strong connection forms between them, Ladybug goes to Chat looking for answers, finding out more than she bargained for.

Sentiadrien enemies AU fic! He never wanted to fight against her, but Gabriel caught him before he could transform for the first time, and with his father using his Amoks against him, he had no choice. 

I like that there’s a solid explanation for why Fu let Adrien keep his Miraculous even though he’s been working against Ladybug, I don’t often see explanations for that that I’m satisfied with.

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For the Sake of a Ring by @rosie-b

An akuma that transfers people's consciousnesses into other universes hits Ladybug, sending her into a world where everything is the same... but instead of earrings, she's wearing a ring on one hand! She's only just arrived in this universe, but already Plagg seems to have gone missing. It's up to Marinette to figure out what happened before she's sent back home!

This fic takes place in the future, after Season 5, but it does not contain any leaks or major spoilers. Please keep the comment section spoiler-free, too!

This is really cute, Marinette gets transported into a world where she’s married to Adrien and is really confused as to why and how they got married at sixteen. Adrien’s just an adorable puppy who thinks his wife is the most amazing person in the world! 

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His Princess and Her Knight by @seas-of-silver

Adrien, Marinette, Nino and Alya have a group assignment about how the past has shaped them into the people they are today, but they’ll make a discovery that’ll send them searching for answers.

This fic is adorable, Adrien, Marinette, and Nino uncover that they all went to the same preschool together, with Adrien and Marinette immediately latching onto each other, Adrien being the knight to Marinette’s princess, and also making friends with Nino. Sadly he was pulled after two weeks, but it made quite an impression on him.

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A Friendship Not Abandoned (Just Delayed) by @nomolosk

Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste first met as tiny little kids, but then Adrien had to move away. When they finally meet again, will they even remember each other, much less become friends again?

Poor Adrien keeps on saying or doing just the wrong thing to give Marinette the impression that he’s a bully like Chloe when he’s not, and he keeps desperately trying to fix it. So a bit of an enemies au in that way, since Marinette doesn’t like him much. He does gradually manage to convince her that he’s a good person though.

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as luck would have it by @silver-hibiscus

It's Adrien's birthday, and there's an akuma attack. Luckily, Ladybug and Chat Noir are there to save the day! Even if they're not the heroes that we're familiar with...

Not so much a kwami swap as an another au entirely.

Same title as one of my own fics, funnily enough! Though entirely different premise. This is a Gabenath fic, with Gabriel as Chat Noir and Nathalie as Ladybug, complete with a lovesquare and some unspecified other person as Hawk Moth. In this version, Gabriel and Emilie had some terrible fights and were separated, with Gabriel realizing along the way that he’d been a distant father and working to rectify that, he’s a pretty decent person here. I could actually kind of see this being a feasible path Gabriel could have gone down, if he wasn’t so desperate to revive Emilie and hadn’t gone so far to try to distance himself from who he was and where he came from back before he met Emilie and started changing to fit in with the upper class.

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The Price by @clawsoutspotsoff  

He clutched his chest, feeling his lungs burn  as his body started to give out beneath him. No. Not now. Not this time, when he was so close.

He wrenched his arm back, striking with the other as he called his sword to his hand, fire and lightning and ice tearing through his nerves as he did, but finally, finally, the resistance gave way and he stumbled backwards.

Without looking, he turned and ran, calling a portal to appear before him. He fell through it, landing on a cold, hard floor in utter darkness. He could still hear shouting over the rushing in his ears, every part of his body failing at once, and before he could be pursued, before he could collapse any further, he forced raspy words through his torn, aching throat.

"Plagg, Tikki, unify!"

The world went blessedly, eerily silent.

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Written for MiraculousFanworks' fanfic wars 2022

Will that be cash, credit, or memories?

This was a great look at how the Wish could potentially happen, what the kwamis might do to help mitigate the worst aspects of it on the people they care about... and what the price would be for it.

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Emotional Mountain Ranges by @liiinerle

After Zoé's attempted romantic confession to Marinette is interrupted by an incensed Chloé and Audrey Bourgeois, she's left distraught and adrift, a crying mess in an alleyway far from home. Ladybug saves her from the incoming akuma, and tries to help her back on her feet - and Zoé wonders what she could possibly have done to earn this much attention from a superhero...

Lovely Zoenette fic here! I especially like how Marinette talks to Zoe, reassures her that she’s good enough, that she (as Ladybug) isn’t as perfect and composed as she thinks, and just... tries to get Zoe to have more confidence in herself. It’s mostly from Zoe’s perspective too, which I like since there aren’t a lot of Zoe POV fics.

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The Mer-Human Race by @rosie-b

Bringing her hand closer to his lips, Adrien tried to plant a kiss on it, but Marinette pulled away before his lips could touch her.

“Save it for your girlfriend,” she said teasingly. “Or do you still not have one yet?”

Adrien smirked and crossed his arms.

“It’s a girl,” he said. “And I know her in real life. That’s all you get. Now, let’s get back to planning, shall we? We have a mermaid to beat.”

Lovely world-building here! Merfolk and humans have had a treaty for a long time, so there’s a tradition where merfolk can challenge humans to a race, and whoever wins gets to ask for a reasonable sort of reward (in Marinette’s case, she wants to be allowed to captain a ship at a younger age than is usually allowed). Alya, Nino, and Adrien are naturally very encouraging towards Marinette, and luckily for her, a nice merman going by the name of Chat Noir shows up and challenges her to a race...

Yeah you can see where this is going XD. It’s fun, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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Late Bloomer by @generalluxun

On what might very well be the last night of her life, Sabrina Raincomprix pulls out a very special scrapbook, pressed between the pages is the past, the past she has never shared with anyone. She relives how she got to this moment one page at a time, preparing herself for the end. A phone call interrupts her self-imposed exile and brings news that could change her life forever.

Even if it does though the question looms... change it how?

Sabrina-centric Hanahaki AU here! I love how it goes into Sabrina’s relationship with Chloe over the years, the good and the bad - and even what happens post Revolution. 

I love the description of some of the plants involved, and what they mean, what they represent. If you want a fic that delves more in Sabrina’s character and her relationship with Chloe, this is a solid choice.

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Slowly Fading (from my misery) by @wehadabondingmoment

“You’re looking awfully deep in thought today, minou.” Ladybug’s gloved hand stroked over his hair and Chat Noir closed his eyes with an unstable breath.

He got like this sometimes. Lately, it had been getting worse.

Or: Gabriel likes using the rings to order his son around. After a while, it starts having effects on Chat Noir as well. (The more often Gabriel commands Adrien to act a certain way, the more it gets ingrained in his mentality. He suffers because of it.)

This is a gorgeous fic. Adrien’s been puppeted around, forced to obey orders for reasons he doesn’t understand, for so long, so often that a lot of times his own body doesn’t even feel like his. A lot of residual orders keep on bubbling up and stopping him from doing what he wants to do, and he just... doesn’t understand why. Considering how Adrien looked in Pretension when Gabriel forced him to go to his room so he could talk to Marinette alone, and how desperately Adrien tried to head back there but couldn’t make himself open the door, how terrified and confused he’d seemed, I think his feelings here, his mindset, is pretty close to canon.

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Spread Your Wings by @myladynoire

Set before the Finale. Félix uses his Kwagatama to summon his father's memory and has a talk with him.

I love Colt’s characterization here, how we see his mindset, his beliefs, and even what made him the way he is. We have a limited amount of knowledge about him in canon, only having the play Felix and Kagami put on to go off of, but myladynoire made good use of it! I’m glad Felix got some closure here as well.

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Cheating Cat by @11jj11

When Emma and Isaac Dupain-Cheng realize that Adrien is Chat Noir, that can only mean one thing... that he's cheating on Marinette with Ladybug, and they're the only ones that know!

This is really cute, with Emma and Isaac being worried about Adrien supposedly cheating on Marinette and wanting to talk to Ladybug to stop her from dating Chat Noir. That’s not all that’s going on here, though - Isaac’s actually adopted, but he and Adrien are still related, which puts an interesting twist on the tale. There’s a reason he’s especially sympathetic to the fact that Adrien being Chat Noir means he would have had to fight his own father...

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A Mousey guest by charliepoet13

Adrien Agreste has finally managed to break away from his father and make his way out into the world. One faithful night, after settling down in his new home, he spots a strange guest.

Adrien X Multimouse fic here! So this is inspired by the Borrowers, with little people the size of mice living amongst ordinary-sized humans, and Marinette got a little careless here XD. But soon finds that Adrien’s friendly and not a threat. It’s adorable and reminds me of the The Littles book series that I read when I was a kid!

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Three Crazy Days by @lea-panthera

In which Marinette's mind is forced to stretch a mile.

So Bunnix drops off Marinette’s future daughter for her to take care of, who blabs that her grandfather is Hawk Moth, and then things quickly spin out of control XD.

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all of your flaws and all of my flaws (are laid out one-by-one) by @coffeebanana

Ladybug and Marinette have both been acting strangely since Monarch's defeat, and Chat Noir would give anything to know why—to be able to help them. He just...didn't expect his answers to come when Ladybug drags him to his father's statue in the middle of the night along with a bag full of spray paint.

If you felt unsatisfied with Adrien being left in the dark about Monarch, with Ladybug lying about Gabriel being a hero, this is a great fic to read. Marinette’s breaking down keeping this secret, seeing people treat Gabriel as the hero she told people he was, until she finally snaps and has to do SOMETHING, has to tell SOMEONE the truth. 

Which Chat takes pretty well! He knows how persuasive his father could be, and he’s mostly just relieved at finally hearing someone say that Gabriel wasn’t a hero. It’s still a lot to cope with though.

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@ ladybug by @hefoundme

Trending in Paris

1 · Trending #JusticeForPapillombre

2 · Technology · Trending Tsurugi Corp Trending with Tomoe Tsurugi

3 · Trending #LadynoirStrong

So this is a multimedia type fic showing various online conversations and things that would likely be going on in Miraculous Paris. It doesn’t really have a coherent narrative per se, and is more like a series of vignettes. It’s a lot of fun, like there’s a section going over Andre’s ice cream reviews, Alix talking with Max about how she’s worried about Alim falling down conspiracy rabbit holes, an image of the most popular google search terms for Adrien, all sorts of things! It must’ve taken a lot of work and I think it’s worth a look. 

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Don’t be a Stranger by @wackus-bonkus-maximus

Chat Noir has been fighting Chrysalide alone for years when one day, Ladybug appears. She seems to already know him, and is a little too eager to be friends. But the more she pushes for her and Chat Noir to reveal their identities, the harder she is to trust.

Written for Ladynoir July Prompt 31 - “In Every Universe”

This is an intriguing story, with a somewhat open ending. I don’t want to spoil too much about it - the plot hook in the summary should already give you a pretty good idea of the premise. It is a little strange seeing LADYBUG pushing for an identity reveal and making jokes during akuma fights, but given what’s happened, I could see why she’d try to do things that made her think of Chat.

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hands red series by katrinette

Summary for the first fic in the series, a serpent in these still waters:

Marinette's on her knees before her new king, preparing to swear the oath that binds her to serve him to the best of her ability.

To the man whose father had her parents killed.

Every word tastes like ash in her mouth.

Marinette’s plotting to overthrow the corrupt monarch, as the French tend to do. She doesn’t know King Adrien all that well, since he just ascended to the throne recently, but she’s certain that he’s just as bad as his father.

Of course, rebellion’s aren’t very effective without help, so after biting her tongue with the new king, she rants to her partner in crime, a man whose true name and face she does not know, but who she deeply trusts nonetheless: Chat Noir.

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Falling (sick) with you by @chocoluckchipz

Nothing would be easier than taking a pair of earrings off an unconscious Ladybug. Doing so would bring his mother back and end their decade-long strife. He shouldn't be hesitating when a chance of a life time presented itself to him. He should not be looking for excuses and reasonings as to why spending another twenty or so years fighting this woman rather than pleasing his father and giving his mother another chance at life was not such a bad idea after all.

Ah, I love a good enemies au! Even when they’re enemies, Chat is unwilling to hurt Ladybug. Though honestly, he makes himself out to be more of a villain than he actually is, it’s pretty obvious to everyone that he’s not trying as hard as he could to get her earrings. There’s very good reason for that.

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Lost Little Kitten by soliea0death

Monarch hasn't been seen for a while, but that doesn't mean that Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't still needed as the heroes of Paris. Also, the new holder of the rabbit miraculous may need some more practice when dealing with time travel. One-shot Ladynoir ;);)

This is adorable. Ladybug and Chat Noir find a toddler wandering around and try to find her parents, to no avail, so they decide to take care of her (well Ladybug said she was gonna leave her with Marinette, but you know what that really means). Of course Bunnix had to come to collect her since she was displaced from time, but neglected to say who her parents were...

Anyway this was adorable, and I loved the explanation for how, exactly, the little girl ended up in the wrong time period.

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Eat, Pray, Duck by @trishacollins

Gabriel Agreste split his twin sons apart when his wife died, keeping one with him and sending one to London with his sister. Unfortunately, the Supreme was not willing to let this be.

He wanted a matched set.

Felix is a weapon, a servant of the Supreme. On a mission to retrieve the stolen Miraculous.

In a world that has outlawed kindness, sometimes the most dangerous person is the one who chooses it anyway.

I love this glimpse at what might have been going on with Felix back in Shadybug and Claw Noir’s world, I did wonder what might have been going on with him. Poor kid, he managed to have it even worse than he did in canon. I really loved seeing his interactions with Luka, the Couffaines rebel through kindness it seems!

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Front Page News by @tiredfloridianbutverygay

Nadja couldn't sleep at night, not when there were still so many unanswered questions about the final battle. How did the Alliance rings seem to have the exact answer, to know exactly what to say?

Why did they turn everyone into a Miraculous-powered army? Why was Gabriel asking everyone to join with Monarch to help capture Ladybug and Cat Noir?

It was time to get to the bottom of this, and Paris' best investigative journalist was on the case! No stone would be left unturned and Paris would never be the same.

This one’s a pretty unique follow-up to the season 5 finale! I love Alya and Nadja investigating to try and figure out what happened with Monarch and exposing the truth, people deserve to know.

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Friends who kiss by @kuromori4

It’s been about a week since Shadybug and Claw Noir’s goody-two shoes alternate universe counterparts convinced them to betray the Supreme and join the Resistance. And while they are determined to be better… It hasn’t been easy. While both Shadybug and Claw Noir have a lifetime of problems to untangle if they want to be good people, they realize a new look doesn’t magically make you a nice person. As if that weren’t hard enough to deal with, the two ex-Villains struggle with defining what their new relationship might be.

I love the two of them talking things out, and struggling. Shadybug in particular is still very prickly and prone to making snide comments about Adrien, even though she doesn’t really know him, and she still hasn’t totally come to terms with her own true feelings about Claw Noir. Though by the end they um. Figure that out, I guess you could say XD.

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Dragon by @liiinerle

Tomoe keeps telling Kagami about the importance of her heritage, but refuses to tell her what that heritage is. When Kagami looks it up for herself, she finds a lot of interesting information, a lot of frustration, and a deep and burning question - which Tomoe refuses to help her answer.

This is a Kagami character study, with Kagami questioning her mother’s actions, but knowing that standing up to her is a no-win proposition. It doesn’t help that D’Argencourt’s mirroring some aspects of her mother’s behavior, with being upset if she doesn’t fight well, but also being upset if she beats him. There’s no right answer here, which leads her to take out her frustration on others. Luckily, Marinette’s there to calm her down, to talk things out with her.

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adrien agreste and the consequences of tweets making fun of yourself by Anonymous

Well, Adrien thinks, what’s the worst that could come from a few poorly thought-out tweets lightly ribbing his own civilian identity?

I love the focus here on how people just assume what Adrien’s thinking and feeling and act on his behalf, without actually waiting to see what HE wants, and Adrien’s growing frustration. How they create a version of him in their heads, but don’t care to check with reality to see whether he actually wants their “defense”. 

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Spin the Bottle by @kasienda

When the bottle cap comes to a stop dead center on Nino, Adrien’s both relieved and somehow more anxious.

His first kiss - not his actual first kiss, but still kinda his first kiss - the first kiss he will remember, will be with someone he deeply cares about.

But Adrien also cares what Nino thinks of him, so what if he’s a terrible kisser?

Nino offers him a reassuring smile, and he relaxes. Adrien glances at Alya for permission, and she just shoos him towards Nino.

Adrien turns to Nino, leaning closer. If his stomach had been squirming before, it now feels like a half dozen Kwamis have taken up residence in his gut. But Adrien doesn’t hesitate. He blocks out the presence of all of his friends watching, and instead focuses on Nino - like Nino is a stage partner in a photoshoot.

Except kissing Nino is nothing like a photoshoot.

...

Adrien kisses Nino in a game of Spin the Bottle, and then neither can stop thinking about it. Alya really likes how flustered her boyfriend is by all this. Marinette though, can't handle it and keeps running away.

This is a great Alya X Adrien X Nino X Marinette poly fic! I love them all talking out their feelings and realizing new things about themselves. Alya’s instrumental and bringing everyone together, though she, herself, is also nervous about confessing to her longstanding crush XD

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a rose by any other name by @asukiess

Adrien's scared Loveybug only loves Catwalker.

Loveybug's scared Chat Noir only loves her, and not Ladybug.

How does the rest of the saying go again?

So obviously, this is part of the Loveybug AU, where Marinette gets stressed by her responsibilities as Ladybug and wanting to get away from that persona, and adopts a new persona as Loveybug, complete with a new transformation. This is a really good glimpse of this AU, I really love the Ladrien (Lovedrien?) especially, with her talking out her conundrum with Adrien.

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The Two-Body Problem by @mixelation

Good news: they now knew how the akuma’s power worked, and the akuma had run off and given them time to regroup.

Bad news: the akuma’s power meant she was now in Chat Noir’s body, and Chat Noir was in her body. Her body, which was currently still Marinette.

Ah, I love a good body swap. This is set while Adrien and Marinette are dating, so he can’t help flirting with Marinette a little, even in these circumstances - which is a bit of a problem since Marinette doesn’t realize he’s her boyfriend. And also they’re in each other’s bodies, which makes it feel weird.

And then there’s the whole “someone is gonna need to use the Ladybug Miraculous” problem. It’s not as if Chat KNOWS that he currently has her Miraculous in his earlobes...

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Windows 5 + 1 by @dadplagg-mamatikki

A bet between Kim and Alix trigger a chain reactions of events where Adrien jumps out of windows.

I love this. Adrien needs very little prompting to jump out of windows, heck he’ll do it with NO prompting, it’s hilarious XD. Heck he even asked whether Kim would prefer a normal jump or a theatrical one! It’s really not that surprising though, considering how we’ve seen Adrien dive from the top of his rock-climbing wall onto his couch.

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I know there’s been pain this year (But it’s time to let it go) by @ninadove

“What? Nooo! Adrien doesn’t hate Christmas.”

“Are you absolutely certain? What was he like last year?”

“Well, he —”

Marinette furrowed her brow, scanning her own memories. Of course she was absolutely certain. At least, she thought she was.

Okay — she could not ignore that Adrien had run away from home that night, wandering the snow-covered streets to escape the freezing cold of his own home. Nor could she brush away the disintegrated Morris column, cataclysmed for the crime of bearing his own face.

Oh, and the shaky videos circulating on YouTube. That musical number was… Concerning, to say the least. Still, it was no smoking gun.

Right?

“Oh my god,” she squeaked, plopping down against the counter. “Adrien hates Christmas.”

I love Marinette and Felix doing their best to cheer Adrien up, it’s adorable. Especially Marinette’s attempt. It’s very Marinette, I laughed out loud XD. There’s a lot of senticousin bonding here, so if you like that, this is a good one to check out!

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A Shadyverse Holiday by @lucid-ao3

The duo's curiosity grew after the encounter with their alternate selves from the Shadyverse. What was this other world like, and how were Shadybug and Claw Noir doing in the aftermath of their visit?

It's the polite thing to do, after all, for a superhero team to check in on their parallel universe counterparts and wish them happy holidays.

That is, if there's any happiness to find...

[In which Ladybug and Chat Noir take a holiday trip to the Shadyverse.]

I love this glimpse of the Reverse World, and how it makes Ladybug and Chat Noir question whether their own is really so different, if things could have turned out in their own world the way they did in the Reverse World - for better or worse.

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what makes a human (am I?) by GraceM_TheStoriedLife

Adrien comes to Marinette's out of nowhere. Usually Chat is her rock. Tonight, it's her turn. (Or, in which Adrien discovers some secrets he's not prepared for and Marinette is as Marinette-y as always.

So Adrien discovers he’s a sentimonster and immediately runs to Marinette for support. It’s as cute and angsty as you’d expect. She is, of course, very supportive of him. Also some discussion of Gabriel being abusive, since both she and Nino had been trying to get Adrien to see that. Especially with how, exactly, Adrien found out he’s a sentimonster. He can relate a little better to Felix’s experiences now than is healthy, I’ll just say.

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Caught In A Multimouse Trap by @a-flaming-idiot

Adrien was having a rather slow morning. That was until he discovered a tiny superhero trapped in his home and decides to be a bit of a hero even out of his suit.

This was adorable! Adrien does his best to care for the little miniature superhero caught in a mousetrap, bandaging her up as best as he can (thankfully only her tail got caught so it’s more of a phantom pain than an actual injury) and just... it’s really cute.

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fine line by @bbutterflies

“Catwalker?” Loveybug asks.

“Hmm?”

“Do you remember… what happened before us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Before we were heroes. Was there someone else?”

Catwalker goes quiet for a moment. “I don’t know,” he finally says.

This is a surprisingly angsty take on the Loveybug AU. Here, since the Loveybug and Cat Walker transformations are so unnatural, they’re having negative side effects on Marinette and Adrien, causing them to be constantly exhausted and even to get amnesia the longer they continue using them.

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You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess by @mexicancat-girl

With Team Miraculous now full-time holders, Ladybug has them patrolling in pairs like her and Chat Noir.

New partners Pigella and Purple Tigress get along phenomenally, their easy banter and similar wavelengths making working with each other a joy in and out of combat.

But sometimes Tigress is surprised just how close she is with her partner. Sometimes she tries not to feel too guilty thinking about it.

There’s some nice Julerose here! I love them kinda getting into a lovesquare with each other, though it’s not as much of a problem as it is in canon since it’s reciprocal in every relationship and they’re both down for a poly. It’s fun, and I love the “Luka attempting to woo some of his love interests” plot going on in the background XD.

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Plans Aren’t Everything by BeeRye

Feeling a bit fed up with constantly having her dates with Marinette cut short, Kagami sets aside some time in order to plan the perfect outing for the two of them. Despite being the holder of the Miraculous of the Black Cat, she believes one day of romance isn't too much to ask for. As long as she treats it all like she does everything else in her life, the results she wants should come to pass.

She doesn't quite know what to do if that ends up not being the case.

This was adorable and captured Kagami’s mindset well, she decided, rather optimistically that she could just brute force the date into going well. Unfortunately, that’s not gonna stop Hawk Moth. Fortunately, Marinette has her own back-up plans...

#ml fanfic rec #miraculous ladybug

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

To be alone with you 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, power imbalance, cheating, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your babysitting gig becomes complicated. (f!plus sized!reader)

Character: dilf!Clark Kent

Note: Long time, no see.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Spaghetti and meatballs. Simple and delicious. You assume it’s one of Clark’s specialties, the way Jonny talks about it. A plateful steams before you, the garlicky scent tugging at the appetite you hadn’t noticed before.

After the unsettling night alone, you’re starting to feel normal again. It’s comforting to have someone else there, even if it is Clark. He’s not a bad guy, he’s nice enough, it’s just that underlying imbalance that makes it awkward. Technically, he’s your boss. Even if he wasn’t, he’s much older, you’re not sure you have much in common.

“Uh, what do you want to drink?” Clark calls from the kitchen, “I see Sprite and… not much else.”

“Oh, I’ll have one, please,” you answer. You don’t drink soda often, your mom’s the one who keeps the Sprite in the fridge but it’s so hot out you could go for a crisp drink.

You wait patiently, not wanting to be rude and start before he’s sitting down. It only seems right after he went to all the trouble of cooking for you. Clark appears with two glasses. You’re surprised he didn’t just bring the cans but don’t think much of it.

He puts a glass beside your plate, then his own, a few cubes of ice in his. You notice how his hair curls with the heat, a little askew from his efforts in the kitchen. You smile and thank him for the drink.

“This looks good. You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. Dad left me pizza money.”

“It’s fine. I’m a bit restless without anyone around. I’m used to this,” he shrugs as he sits down, his shoulders wider than the chair. Sometimes you forget how big he is. It’s almost absurd when he’s just an overworked suburban dad in your head.

“Dig in, please. You didn’t have to wait,” he stirs the sauce into his noodles.

“Oh, it’s okay,” you twirl your fork in the pile of pasta. You blow over the steaming sauce and lean forward, tasting it as you try not to flick sauce all over. You hum and do your best to slurp up the ends of the noodles without making a mess. “That’s pretty good.”

“Yep, got more than my good looks,” he chuckles, “I can cook too.”

You smile, taking another bite and chewing through the tension. There’s a bit of zest to the sauce. You can’t disagree with his self-appraisal. He can cook.

You take the folded paper towel next to your plate and wipe your lips before you reach for your soda. You gulp it greedily and nearly choke. You sputter as the carbonation bubbles up to your nostrils.

“You okay?” Clark asks, his cheek ticking.

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” you sniffle and push the paper towel to your nose. You laugh at yourself and clear your throat, “I… haven’t had sprite in a while, guess I forgot how it tastes.”

“Ah, well, did you want water?” He asks.

“No, it’s fine. Not bad,” you turn the glass and look at the soda, “bit of an aftertaste.”

“I don’t really have soda,” he sits back, poking at his plate, “most water. A juice box here and there.”

“Makes sense.”

Your forks clink as you eat in silence. The air is thick as both of you search for something to talk about. Where you’re struggling to find some commonality, there’s a twitchiness to him that suggests he’s trying not to say everything.

“If you’re up for it, maybe we could watch a movie?” He suggests.

“A movie?” You weigh the prospect. You suppose it’s a better idea than staring at the wall. Movies are a great way to fill awkward silences. “Sure, why not. Been a while since I saw anything good. Do you have anything in mind?”

“Nah, not really. I mostly end up watching Pixar so it’s on you. I trust your judgment.”

“You shouldn’t,” you scoff, “I love Pixar.”

He smiles and gives a small chuckle, “well, just don’t be mad when I mouth along with the dialogue.”

“Kidding,” you take another sip of Sprite, trying to wash away the tomatoey tang, “promise, adult movies only.” You cringe as you realise what you said, “I mean, grown-up– er–”

Clark laughs louder, “I got it,” his cheeks bulb as the cleft in his chin deepens, “I know what you’re saying, don’t worry about it.”

“Right,” you shift in your chair, thoroughly embarrassed. You really are so smooth. It’s a good thing it’s just him, you’re sure he’s not very worried about your dumb remarks.

🏡

Despite your efforts to help, Clark insists on cleaning up. You let him as you go upstairs to take a quick shower. Sweating in the sun reading all day has left you feeling a bit musty.

You pull on a pair of striped pajama shorts and a loose tee shirt. You do a face scrub and some moisturising serum before finally emerging, feeling fresh and a bit sleepy. You can hear Clark below scuttling around.

You go downstairs and peer towards the darkened doorway of the kitchen. You pass it and stop just at the threshold of the front room. You find Clark laying out the cushions on the floor along with the throw blankets and pillows. The coffee table is moved aside to allow for some space as the TV glares behind him.

You give him a curious look and he flinches as he notices you. You come forward slowly as the loose hem of your shorts ripples against your thigh. You’re suddenly very aware of how much of your legs are bare. Oh well, it’s only Clark.

“What are you doing?” You ask as you cross the room.

“Oh, me and Jonny do this. I figured you weren’t into making forts but I just thought–” he stops and looks down at his handiwork, “it’s lame, isn’t it? I’m sorry. I’m just trying to make things feel normal… for both of us.”

You give an empathetic smile, “it’s nice. Really,” you look him in the eye, the bold blues gleaming back at you, “it’s sweet. And it looks cozy.”

“Great,” he lightens up as he drops the last pillow, “well,” he turns and grabs the remote, “choose something.”

You nod and take the remote. You sit on a cushion and lean back against the couch. You flick through the new additions on the main screen and choose a movie you’ve heard a lot of buzz about. You blink as the light suddenly goes out and you look over to see Clark’s shadow moving towards you. It gives you an eerie wave of deja vu as you recall the silhouette of the intruder.

You shudder and reach to put the remote up on the couch behind you. You turn back around and a large yawn erupts without warning. You rub your itchy eyes and shake your head, the edges of the television almost blurry as you try to focus on it.

“Tired?” Clark nudges you as he sits beside you.

“Didn’t sleep after… after last night,” you say.

“Ah, of course not. That was a stupid question.”

“It’s f-i-ine,” you yawn again, “really. I’m sure I will tonight. Especially with you here.”

“Really?” He breathes.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be able to turn the lights off if I was alone,” you lean into the couch as you slouch down, “anyway, I’ll be quiet. Movie’s starting.”

He doesn’t answer as he mirrors you, plumping a pillow behind himself as he wiggles down and gazes up at the screen. Your eyelids feel heavy as you fight to keep them open. The opening scene barely ends as you feel your body slackening with fatigue. You’re barely going to make it through the credits.

You turn onto your side, leaning on your elbow as you hug a pillow under your head. You feel Clark shift too. You blink, a long blink, and when you open your eyes again, you’re lost. You have no idea what the characters are talking about.

You flutter your lashes and try to sit up. You give up as an achy weakness bites at your muscles. Oh well, if you fall asleep, you fall asleep. You can’t fight it anymore.

You close your eyes and wade in the shallow pool of exhaustion. Your head goes wobbly as you’re vaguely aware of the hues flickering and flashing from the television. A sudden warmth rests on your hip, a light sensation you can’t place.

“Are you awake?”

The question blows through you. You don’t have the strength to answer. Your eyes feel strange, dry and almost painful. 

You wiggle, shaken by a strength not your own. You slip further from consciousness. You flip onto your back, dragged down until you're entirely flat on the floor. Your eyes are glued shut as you’re trapped in the dregs of sleep. You can’t break through, but you can feel the world around you.

You feel a tickle over your stomach and along your chest. A soft squeeze and a dampness blows over your throat. Heat surrounds you as something prods below your jaw, something soft brushing on your neck. A low drone swirls in your ears.

“Mmm, sweetie, you smell good,” Clark’s voice distorts as you languish in the void, “I bet you feel even better.”

Another tickle. Just along your thighs. A coolness that breezes over you as fabric ripples against you. The loose leg rumples against the crease of your leg as a stroking sensation flicks around your clit.

The electrifying currents radiate from your core. Your chest rises and falls with your rushing breaths. Your heart beats loudly, further deafening the muffled voices coming from the television and the low moan drifting into your ear. Your name plucks at you but cannot rouse you.

Wetness across your cheek then on your lips, delving inside, pressing to your tongue. A sloppy lapping, slickness around your mouth, a new weight over you. Tugging at your shirt and roughness against your tender skin. Squeezing and kneading your chest as a fire razes over your.

Your legs are pushed wide. You feel the world shift and tilt as you come near the surface. Your eyes slit and you can see shadows pulsing all around. A heavy blackness hangs over you as you feel heat against your thighs. Firm muscle holding you open.

You gasp as the wetness along your cunt eases the intrusion. Your eyelids flick up and your eyes roll as your head lolls dizzily. You fight to lift your head but can’t. It’s too much just to look around. 

The single digits moves in and out of you, inching deeper each time, the ridge of knuckles grazing your walls. You moan as the hand pulls back and a second finger stretches you. In, out, the wet noise of your tight cunt nips at your shame. 

It’s not a dream. It can’t be. It feels too real. Too deep. He’s touching you, he’s inside you. Mr. Kent rocks his hand against your cunt as he hangs his head next to yours and pants, his large body draped across you.

“Baby,” he purrs as your arms remain paralysed at your sides, “shhh, it’s okay. It won’t hurt…” he whispers, “the pills will help.”

You don’t understand what he’s saying or what he’s doing. No, no, you’re wrong. It has to be a dream. He wouldn’t do this. He doesn’t want you. He has a wife. He’s heartbroken over her.

The glare of the TV limns his shoulders, broad and rounded with muscles. He’s naked. The colours skew over his skin as he curls his back, dragging his fingers free of your cunt. He leaves a wet trail down your thigh.

He pushes his knees up, keeping you splayed around him. He feels along your shorts, once more delving past the loose cotton. He prods against your folds. A bulbous, thick shape that has you clenching. He lines his tip up with your entrance and leans in, just enough for you to whimper.

He slides back along your lips, slickening himself with your stolen pleasure. He rubs against you, over and over, stopping again at your entrance. He huffs and jostles you, urging his thick forearm under your neck. Your head hangs back over his arm as you groan and curl your fingers against the blankets.

“Baby, it hurts me too,” he dips his hips, forcing his tip past the tight resistance. Your voice rises, tiny, short squeaks as you feel the daze splitting with your inside. “Just a little…” he rocks back and in again, an inch at first, over and over, shaking each time. “Little more…” he sinks in further and your voice grows more steady. 

Your eyes are wide and terrified as the pain assures you of reality. You tense but your body won’t obey. You can’t stop him. You can’t move!

“Little…” he repeats and thrusts deeper again, “...more,” he rolls back and in. His arm bends around your neck as he buries his face in your hair. His other hand braces your thigh, nails digging in as he keeps his motion. With each tilt, he slides in more. More and more until you’re agonizingly full.

You let out a whine, long and desperate as he reaches his limit. He keeps himself there as he whimpers and shakes. He wiggles his hips as he feels you around him.

“Oh god, I… you’re so good. Why are you so good?” He puffs and thrusts, jolting your entire body, “you… you’re so good I had to. I know…” he ruts again, “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t…” he chants as he keeps his motion, easing back slowly only to snap back into you.

Your eyes wet and tears trickle out. It’s more than the pain, it’s the horror swelling in you, boiling but unable to flow over as you remain helpless. You close your eyes and choke on a sob as he rams into you faster, flesh clapping louder each time he dips into you.

You ache as he fucks you. On and on. It feels like forever as you strain against the futility, only able to bend and unbend your fingers. Please stop. Please get off. All you can utter are senseless garbles.

“Baby,” he growls, “I’m gonna– I can’t–” He pushes off of you in a panic, sliding halfway before he spasms and bucks, whimpering as you feel him spill into you, “shit, shit, shit,” he pants as he stills himself, “I didn’t mean to… not inside…”

Your head falls to the side, your eyes rolling back into your skull. You let the darkness win. You’re going to wake up and it’s all going to be a nightmare. Right?

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #dcu #dc #superman #to be alone with you #babysitter au

[miyseung]

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒

summary: ahn yujin was a name you didn't want to hear ever since your break up three months ago. sure, it hurt at first, but now you were okay, you were over her. until she gave you a letter.

genre: angsty fluff

includes: panic attacks (happens twice), parties, mentions of alcohol (reader doesn't drink) and making out, all of lsrfm and ive except leeseo and eunchae, lizrei side ship, reader is in denial, angst with a happy ending, exes to lovers, lmk if i missed anything

pairing: ex! yujin x ex! fem! reader

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this took way longer to type down than i'd like to admit

With shaking hands, Yujin gave you a small envelope before dashing off in the opposite direction. Your heart leaped as you guessed what it was.

Yujin was your ex. It had been three months since you both ended things. She told you that she didn’t feel like she was in the right mindset to continue being in a relationship anymore. While you were grateful that she didn’t just ghost or ignore you completely, damn right did that hurt. What was worse was how you couldn’t really blame anyone for this since it was no one’s fault.

You had moved on though. You had bandaged up your wounds, and the ghosts that haunted your which reminded you of her had been exorcised. 

You were ready for this letter, but you weren’t going to read it on campus. Shoving the envelope in your purse, you walked out. Autumn was evident — leaves were turning orange, brown and yellow, falling out of trees and flying away with the gentle, cool breeze. You pulled the beanie you were wearing more over your ears, not wanting them to go cold. The sound of soft, calming music playing in your earphones accompanying the visual treat your eyes got to see made you smile to yourself and momentarily forget about Yujin and her letter. Upon reaching your dorm, you took out the dorm key and unlocked it, seeing the living room pristine as usual. Trust Rei and Wonyoung for that. You went into your room, which was a stark contrast. Throwing your purse and bag onto your bed, you flopped into your chair in front f your desk exhausted. It was a Friday, which meant that you had the weekend to do your work (or procrastinate), so you stayed in your chair in an odd position, almot like a ragdoll.

Your eyes darted to your purse and you sighed.

Yujin.

‘Curiosity killed the cat,’ a voice in your head said.

‘But satisfaction brought it back,’ another one argued.

You reached out for your purse. If you didn’t read it, you’d be in the dark about what Yujin wanted to tell you, and it’d be rude to ignore her and what she wanted to say. Your fingers traced the edges of the white envelope, as if scared to read the contents. Slowly peeling off the seal, you undid the flap and pulled out the paper inside. You unfolded it carefully, heart beating quic-

“Y/N, Y/N, me and Wonyoung are going to the mall to get some new clothes. There’s a limited edition collection. You coming?”

This could wait. A distraction was exactly what you needed.

“Sure. Give me ten minutes to get ready.”

“The outfit you came back in is fine.”

“Bu- Wait, you saw me?”

“Duh?”

“Oh. Alright then.”

Placing the envelope in your desk drawer, you took your purse again, before opening the door of your room. Rei and Wonyoung were waiting in the living room, Rei giggling at her phone and Wonyoung teasing her about it. Their outfits fit them and their personality perfectly, and for a minute you felt self conscious. Their fashion sense was to die for.

“Ah, Y/N! Ready?”

“Yep. Wonyoung, I really like your shirt. It’s cute.”

She smiled sweetly at you.

“Thank you. Yujin bought it for me.”

Your face froze at the mention of her, and Wonyoung (being the caring person she is) immediately apologized.

“Ah, sorry. I know things aren’t all…smooth sailing…with you guys.”

She grimaced at her own mistake, but you didn’t notice. You were thinking about the letter, and your mind was tracing back to the memories of the year you were together, and oh God, oh God-

“Y/N?”

You could feel her hands on your shoulders, concerned eyes looking down at you.

“You’re shaking…”

She hugged you tight in a moment so rapid you barely felt it. Her arms wrapped around you protectively, one of her hands patting your head like a mother comforting her child. Rei was nearby too. You didn’t see their faces, since your eyes were closed shut so that you could prevent your tears from falling, but you could hear Rei softly talking and reassuring you that everything was okay, a stark contrast to how she usually was.

“Y/N, listen to Wonyoung’s breathing, okay? In and out…in and out. That’s it, that’s it. Nothing’s going to happen, you’re just fine.

They didn’t know what else to say. Neither of you did anything wrong, and Yujin was their friend too. It was a confusing thing to handle.

“Y/N, how do you feel now? Do you still want to come?”

“Yeah. Need to take my mind off things.”

“You sure?”

“Mm.”

“Not a clear answer.”

“I am.”

Rei sighed before nodding.

“If you’re okay.”

Five hours.

You were at the mall for five hours.

And it sure as hell did take your mind off things.

There you were in your room — stomach satisfied, bags with clothes, stationary and other random items (maybe a plushie or two) in the corner, yet your mind was still restless. Delaying the reading of the letter was not a good idea, since now you had even more nerves than before. You had to open it at some point, but holy shit could you just not do it? You took out the paper inside and unfolded it slowly, your hands shaking as much as Yujin’s when she gave it to you.

Dear Y/N,

It’s been three months. I thought I moved on, really.

As I write this to you, I realize I haven’t.

I’m not asking you to take me back, but I can’t sleep properly at night because I think about you and cry so much.

~ Yujin

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped. You thought you had healed, but this? These three sentence ripped off the bandages and rubbed salt into the wounds in your heart. You put the paper on your desk, wanting to process what you just ‘blessed’ your sight with, although your brain begged you to read it again. In the end, you gave in and read through it again.

And again.

And again.

And then it hit.

Yujin still loved you. It was so simple with the way she wrote it, but due to the shock factor, it didn’t click.

Yujin still loved you.

No wonder she was shaking.

There was another question — did you still love her too?

Didn’t you move on?

Didn’t you?

Or had you been lying to yourself this whole time?

Leaning back in your chair, you started thinking. You would think about her every night, every time you were bored, every time you were free, every time you were stressed — basically, all the time. You’d think about how she’d hold you, comfort you, hug you, kiss you, cuddle you, talk to you, laugh with you, cry in front of you, vent to you…and more.

Whenever you found yourself in an unideal situation, your mind always darted back to Yujin. ‘What would Yujin do?’ was something you’d ask yourself when you were in hot waters. 

Maybe you weren’t over her.

Maybe you still needed her.

Scratch that maybe.

You still loved her.

This realization — this enlightenment — shook you to the core.

The world was spinning around you. You desperately needed her. You needed her with you, to hug you, to calm you down and to tell you that everything was going to be alright. 

But she wasn’t here, she wasn’t here.

Interrupting the loud and muddled thoughts in your brain causing havoc was a soft knock at your door. 

“Y/N-ah? Can I come in?”

Hastily shoving the envelope and letter in your drawer, you call out.

“Sure, Rei!”

You saw the door handle slowly move, and the girl entered. Her eyes scanned the room, before finding a spot to sit on your bed. You tried to act cool, willing your eyes away from the drawer.

“Y/N, how are you feeling now?”

“What do you mean?”

“A lot, honestly- but right now I’m referring to the slight panic attack you had earlier…?”

“Oh, that. I’m fine, I swear. Yujin’s name just brought back back memories, and- I don’t really know.”

She nodded, her face making it evident that she was lost in her thoughts.

“So the reason I came here is to ask you something.”

“Go on.”

“There’s a party happening tomorrow evening Wonyoung’s not going because she wants to complete her assignments, and I don’t want to go alone…”

She pursed her lips into a thin line and looked at you, a tad bit of hope in her eyes.

“I mean, sure.”

“It’s going to be in Yujin’s dorm…Gaeul and Chaewon are hosting it. I’m pretty sure that Yujin won’t be coming out of her room though.”

That made you freeze. Even though Rei had mentioned that it was unlikely that you’d see her, there was still a chance you would.

Did you want to risk it?

Rei had no one else.

Things could either go spectactularly right or horribly wrong.

“I’ll come.”

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

“You’re sure sure?”

“I’m sure sure.”

You laughed a little, and she smiled too.

“Tomorrow, 7 p.m. Wear something…party-ish, but not too formal, I guess? You know what I mean.”

“Yup.”

6:45 p.m.

You were sitting on the couch of the living room, wearing an outfit you deemed appropriate for the party. Rei was still getting ready in her room, so to pass the time you were on your phone, scrolling through your Instagram feed.

Chaewon. Like, comment.

Gaeul. Like, comment.

Wonyoung. Like, comment.

Jiwon, Rei. Like, comment, cute.

Yujin.

She didn’t post anything fancy or pictures of her going outside or having fun.

It was just selcas of her wearing her new headphones. She had her favorite lipgloss on, her hair was in a bun and she was wearing her glasses in the pictures.

10 minutes ago.

She probably wasn’t going to be in the party then, since her outfits for parties were completely different.

You should have been sighing in relief, but no — you felt your heart sink from disappointment.

Yet, you were staring at the pictures. She looked adorable, and she was smiling brightly in the last picture, and damn it you were falling for her all over again.

If you weren’t down bad before, this cemented it.

You wanted to see her smile, you wanted to see her face right in front of yours, not on an Instagram picture that didn’t fully capture and present her beauty. You wanted to see her laugh because of you. You wanted her to be with you, and it hurt.

You quickly turned off your phone as you heard footsteps. Rei came in, shining with excitement. She looked stunning. You grinned at her.

“Trying to impress someone?”

Her face turned red, and she looked away from you.

“Uh…um…”

“Is Jiwon coming? Your precious Liz?”

She was cosplaying a tomato at this point, giving you your answer. Liz was a nickname for Jiwon that only Rei had permission to use, and bringing it up was how you could squeeze stuff out of either of them that they were unwilling to divulge at first.

“She is, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Cute. Love the Instagrm post too, by the way.”

“You saw-?”

“Of course.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m not stalking you both! I follow you girls, remember?”

She sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. We should get going now, it’s 6:57.”

You realized how quickly time passed while you were staring at Yujin’s pictures. You stood up and walked out the door, not really expecting anything.

When you reached, the strong smell of alcohol hit your nostrils and you winced, not really liking it. You couldn’t back out now, however, so you just shrugged it off before sitting on the couch in the middle of the living room as people danced, socialized and drank all around you.

You didn’t know anyone at the party on a close basis save for Gaeul, Chaewon, Sakura, Yunjin, Kazuha and of course Rei. You preferred to keep your circle of friends relatively small so that you wouldn’t be involved in any drama, although you liked hearing about it. You always thought it worked effectively, but now you were wondering what it’d be like to be on the dance floor with a few other friends.

Chaewon and Gaeul came over and talked to you at some point, but they had to leave after a while since they were the hosts and had attend to other guests. Chaewon told you that Yunjin and Kazuha didn’t want to come. Sakura was busy, so she couldn’t. Just like Wonyoung, you couldn’t help but think.

You were thirsty and they had arranged some juice in the corner for those who didn’t want to drink. You got off the couch, deciding to let the couple making out nearby have some space. You went over to the table with the juice, and you took a bit of time to choose what you wanted to drink. As you were troubling yourself with this very hard choice, you heard a quiet and groggy voice right behind you.

“Hey, can you pass me a cup of apple juice?”

Extremely familiar voice. Your fingers gripped the plastic cup in your hand tighter.

“Yu…Yujin?”

You turned around, and your guess was right.

There she was in full glory.

She had those headphones on, and was wearing an oversized shirt and sweatpants that looked comfy. You subconsciously tugged at the collar of your dress. Her hair was ruffled, and her eyes were red and puffy along with her face looking sullen, making it obvious that she had been crying before.

“Y-Y/N? I’m sorry, I-I’ll just get-get it my-myself-”

“No, it’s…fine. Apple juice, right?”

The tension was so thick that your 3rd grade English teacher’s ass was (quite literally) shaking. She nodded, and watched you pour her a cup. You could feel her eyes on you, waiting for you to say something, and you guessed that it was about the letter.

Suddenly, you could feel her hand on your shoulder, before she gently pulled you close to her as she wrapped her arms around you in one of her familiar and comforting hugs. Her hand was in your hair, stroking it.

“Come, let’s go to my room. I’ll help you calm down.”

You didn’t say anything in protest, instead simply allowing her to take you. The two of you went inside her dorm room, and she closed the door, locking it. Your eyes darted around the four walls you were in, and your mind flashed with memories of that whole year you both had. You set free the tears trapped in the prison that was your eyes. She hugged you tightly again, her voice soothing.

“Y/N, darling, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry.”

The petname she reserved for you, ‘darling’, slipped out of her mouth, as she always used to use that with you. She froze for a moment, but as she saw that you had no reaction to it, she relaxed. Back then she could call you that unabashedly, but now she had to be careful. You didn’t care though, you loved the way it rolled off her tongue.

After a few minutes, you had finally calmed down. You looked at the plastic cup in your hand, noticing that it was now half empty. You were sure that it was nearly filled to the brim before though. Your eyes trailed to Yujin’s shirt and you saw a few stains on it, solving the mystery of the missing juice. Were your hands really shaking that much?

“Um…sorry about the juice on your shirt.”

“Nevermind it. How do you feel now?”

You slowly moved the cup — now only contaning half of its previous content — to her free hand, but she gently pushed it back and tilted your hand upward, towards your face.

“You drink it.”

“But-”

“Drink.”

She smiled a little at you, and you were mesmerized. You probably looked like an idiot right now, gaping at your ex, but could you really care? She was here, in front of you, smiling at you, and your eyes darted to her lips almost instinctively, missing how they felt on yours.

“Y/N, how do you feel now?”

Obviously, you couldn’t stare forever.

“Better. Thanks Yujin, you…really helped.”

She tilted her head at you endearingly in her usual manner, her smile getting wider, although there was some sadness behind it.

"I missed you."

Her eyes widened, her facial features rearranged into surprise, confusion and a tiny bit of hope.

“You…missed me?”

You looked at your fingers, fiddling with them nervously. 

“Uh…sorry if it was a bit inappropriate to say rig-”

“No, no, no- don’t apologize, Y/N.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t mind.”

Her eyes looked deeply into yours, searching for something, searching for an answer. You knew what she wanted, and you took a deep breath.

“I…I read your letter.”

Her eyes widened, and her fingers intertwined with your desperately. You missed the feeling of her hand fitting perfectly into yours badly, and you didn’t realize that until now.

“And…? I’m not going to react harshly to anything you say, I just-just need an ans-”

“I want you back.”

Her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets at this point. Her face was full of disbelief.

“Re…Really?”

“Yeah.”

Gently taking the plastic cup from your hand before setting it on the nightstand near her bed (one you remembered well), she held the other hand too, a silly little smile on her face.

“Y/N, you don’t have to if you don’t wan-”

“But I do. I want you. I want whatever we had. I need it all back.”

Her smile reached her eye, squeezing out a few tears. One of her hands moved from yours to cup your cheek. 

“Thank you for giving me another chance, Y/N darling. I was scared of what you’d say, if I’ll be honest.”

You smiled at the familiar nickname, and inched a bit closer until your foreheads were touching. She giggled softly, a sound that warmed your heart.

In a quick movement, you felt her lips on yours in a small yet delicate peck, as if anything more would make you break. She pulled back, looking away shyly. Your eyes were wide, and your face was frozen in shock. Your lips were parted slightly for a moment, before you put a hand on her shirt collar and tugged it, making her jerk forward so that her lips could meet yours again. 

Just like that, you both were back in the old times.

#kpop fanfic #kpop #fluff #gxg #gxg imagine #angst with a happy ending #fem reader #K-pop x reader #kpop imagines #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #mallow's works #mallow's oneshots #ive x reader #ive fluff #ive angst #yujin x reader #yujin fanfic #yujin imagines #ive fanfic #kpop girls

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippet Monday: Blackmail au

Prologue

"Travel the stars with us," the Precursors said, "Become one of us."

"I will," answered the hero, "but only on one condition: in the next iteration of this endless cycle, let the child have his family. Let at least one iteration of us know his father."

"If we allow this," said the Precursors, "you will still be the chosen hero. You will still hold the blood of Mar. And you will still suffer. But for one lifetime, we will let the child be a separate person, in exchange for your service in this lifetime."

"Then it is agreed," said the hero, and so the wheel of time turned, changing direction ever so slightly.

Part One: The Bargain

"Ah, there he is, right on schedule." Krew chortled as Jak slipped through the pub door.

There were a lot of people at the bar, all Wastelanders. Tess shot a worried look at Jak, but kept her bubbly smile up. What was going on? Were these friends of Sig’s? Jak wasn't so sure, considering the concerned grimace Sig was sporting.

One of the newcomers, a broad, scarred man with a drooping mustache, stood up and approached Jak slowly.

"Yep," he drawled, circling the boys, "Nipper's got the eyes alright. Same jaw, too." He snorted. "Heh. And here I was afraid you was losin' your touch, Krew. Right. We'll take 'im."

"Excuse me?" Daxter sputtered.

"Sorry, Jak," Krew said without the slightest shred of sincerity, "But after that little racing stunt of yours, I had to do some thinking. I've got a lot of money riding on Errol winning that final race. I'm afraid you've just become too expensive to keep on. No hard feelings, eh? It's just business."

"Ok?" Jak eyed the Wastelanders suspiciously. "And that's supposed to keep me from racing because...?"

"Because you're under new management, shall we say." Krew gestured to the Wastelanders. "Don't think of it as being fired! Think of it as a transfer of sorts."

Daxter bristled. "You wanna run that by us again, Morning Breath?"

Instead, the Wastelander turned on his heel to face Krew. "Now, you an' me, we both know you're askin' too high for the state the brat's in. Come on, Krew, you ain't fed him this whole time?"

Jak went rigid and began to back towards the door. Whatever was happening here, he wanted no part of it.

"Well it's wholly up to your lord's discretion, of course," Krew said, oily smooth, "If you can't come up with the price, I'm sure the Baron would pay fairly for a soldier of Jak's caliber."

One of the women at the bar laughed meanly. "Lordship said you might say that. He also said to remind you that you could do that, but only if you feel like being hanged with your own entrails."

Krew fanned himself and hovered higher. "Oh dear me, that sounds like bad blood, doesn't it? Speaking of blood, you'd best get moving if you don't want to lose the boy, there. I'm not responsible for losses incurred during pickup."

Jak had barely gotten out the door before they were on him. Someone grabbed Daxter from his shoulder, and four more sets of hands pinned his arms. These weren't weak, exhausted Havenites. Or indolent KG looking for excitement. These were real Wastelanders, and they were more than a match for Jak's struggles.

"Let him go, rot you!" he snarled, lunging for the woman holding Daxter by the scruff, "Get your hands off him!"

"Easy, boy, easy." The woman took a step back. "Just gonna hang onto Shorty here as insurance."

Sig finally managed to push his way through the crowd and elbowed one of Jak's captors in the gut, hard. As the man doubled over, Sig ripped his hands off of Jak's arm.

"Hands off my rookies," he hissed.

"Sig, w- what- what- what-" Jak could barely speak. Rage and terror constricted his lungs, his throat.

"I don't know, cherry." Sig shook his head grimly. "But I'm gonna find out. No matter what happens, you stick close to me and do as I do, okay? We're gonna get you through this."

Then he shoved the rest of the Wastelanders away, one by one. They parted like wheat before the wind, like they knew Sig. Like they respected him. The second he was free, Jak had to lock his knees to keep from collapsing. He couldn't even bring himself to be angry that they could all see him trembling uncontrollably. Krew had sold him to Wastelanders like a piece of meat. Like a slave. What would happen to the search for the Tomb if he was imprisoned in the Wastes? Would The Shadow force the Kid to search in Jak’s stead? He wouldn't put it past him, not after the jobs they'd sent him to do.

"Oh, I do so love facilitating family reunions!" Krew cooed, hovering at the door, "It warms the heart! And me wallet!"

He waggled his fingers meaningfully and cast greedy eyes over a trunk the one called Kleiver kicked in his direction.

"Mmyes, tell your liege lord I'll keep me eyes peeled for the smaller brat, eh?"

Jak's already chilled blood froze. He lunged for Krew, barely restrained by Sig at the last second.

"Don't touch him!" he growled, "Don't you even look at him! I'll kill you! I'll rotting kill you!"

Jak didn't see the Wastelanders around him, even Sig, suddenly exchange extremely grim looks. But when Sig tugged him away from the bar and towards the waterfront, he knew something had changed.

"Quiet, cherry," Sig hissed in his ear. "You're gonna have the Guard down on us with that yelling, and I don't want to give Krew any ideas about collecting that bounty on you!"

They had to physically drag him into the air train, and even that was only possible because the woman holding Daxter captive went in first. Cursing Sig every step, Jak struggled in vain to get his arms free.

"Jak!" Sig finally exploded, "Knock it off! We're trying to save your ass, here!"

"I didn't ask for your help!" Jak aimed a kick behind him and met hard metal armor. Memories of the prison clawed at the edge of his mind, threatening to pull him back into a dark place.

"You have no right-! You can't buy- you- you-"

His breathing became rapid and labored. "I am not a thing!" he screamed, finally breaking free.

Seconds too late. The hatch was closed.

"Jak! Jak, look at me, kiddo, look at me!" Sig desperately tried to grab his arm.

"I don't know what's going on, you gotta believe me. But I know Krew wasn't joking about selling you to Praxis, and I'd die before I let that bastard get his hands on you again."

Kleiver curled his lip at them from across the hold. "Paid a ransom that coulda fed a garrison for a month and this is the thanks we get? Ungrateful brat is what you are."

Sig glared at him. "Ransom?! You walked in there talking like an auction! Who's ransoming Jak?"

The woman holding Daxter spoke up.

"Lord Damas wants him. Krew contacted him, month back. Said he had proof the Heir of Mar abandoned a bastard son during the coup and if nobody came forward to "take responsibility", he'd out him to Praxis."

Jak went very, very still. Was Krew using him to defraud someone? Wouldn't be out of character. But where had he gotten the idea to pass Jak off as the lost Heir? And did that mean little Mar was abandoned? If he was, Jak knew he was going to make this so-called lord in question pay in blood for it.

"Jak? Bull. Damas lost the baby in the coup. He didn't abandon him." Sig snapped.

"Not on purpose, at least," Kleiver snorted. “If you was carryin’ a deposed king’s brat during a hostile takeover, would you say anything?”

Sig tightened his jaw and said nothing.

Jak didn't know how long they were in the air train. He'd blocked everything out. The Wastelanders, Sig, even Daxter. He'd shut them out and retreated into the one corner of his mind where the darkness couldn't touch him. The place where he remembered the sound of the ocean, and warm waves against his ankles. He was free there, and they couldn't take the sea from him.

When they landed, he didn't even notice until a blinding light pierced the hold-

Along with the smell of salt air.

Jak raised his head slowly, squinting through hanks of hair into the light. His free place in his mind didn't have the smell of the sea. Why did he smell salt?

"Everybody out!" Kleiver bellowed, "You know I don't like monks, so let's get this over with, yeah?"

Sig wrapped an arm around Jak’s shoulders and pulled him to his feet. "Stay close, kids," he murmured, and Jak finally realized that now he had Daxter. "I...don't know what to tell you. But I'm gonna do whatever I can to keep you two safe, okay?"

They exited onto a spire of rock, high above what seemed like an endless stretch of desert on one side, and a turbulent sea on the other. A Precursor temple sat before them, surrounded by ruined columns and porticos. Three zoomer-like vehicles were parked near a tiny natural waterfall, which seemed to mean something to the Wastelanders.

"Welp. He's already here." The woman in the yellow turban sighed. "Fingers crossed this checks out, everybody."

She waved to Sig.

"Get him inside before noon, huh? I don't feel like losing a layer of skin to the sun, thanks."

It was nearly ten degrees colder inside the temple. Personally, Daxter thought the weird people dressed in rubber emanated half the chill themselves. One of them approached Sig, holding a small plastic cup. Their eyes flicked to Jak, and they held out the cup with a bored expression.

"Blood or saliva sample," they said flatly.

Jak balked. "What?"

Sig cringed. "They want to...to see if you're who Krew claimed you are. Just...spit in the cup, kid. Their computer will tell them if Krew was lying or not."

When it became clear that the monk wasn’t going to leave until they got what they were after, Jak begrudgingly spat into the cup. The monk exited the chamber without a word.

Jak spent the next three hours huddled in an alcove, behind a small Precursor statue. He clung to Daxter like a lifeline, glaring out at the monks and Wastelanders watching him and whispering amongst themselves. Any time one came close, Jak scooted further back into the cloister. None of them looked small enough to get around the statue at the mouth. They couldn't reach him here.

One man in particular wouldn't stop staring at them. He had a commanding presence, despite not being the tallest or broadest in the room. Scars decorated his face and arms, and sharp points of Precursor metal had been set into his skull. Which was admittedly kind of badass. He watched Jak with dark, piercing eyes and a hard set to his jaw. When a monk placidly paced forward and presented the man with a datapad, murmuring, "Positive match, sire," the man's eyes darkened further.

He turned on his heel and disappeared through a door.

"Sire?"

"I'm going to pray," the man snapped in a rough voice. "Leave me. And get the boy some water, for the gods' sake!"

Was that the man who had supposedly paid a ransom for him? Jak retreated into the very back of the cloister and buried his face in Daxter's fur.

"Rot this day. Rot this whole rotting week," he mumbled.

"You said it, pal." Dax wrapped his arms around Jak’s neck and tried to comfort him. "Hey, they made me spit in a cup too! You think their computer will tell them I'm an ottsel? Or a human?"

Jak blinked. "Uh....how smart are computers supposed to be?"

"Like. As smart as Vin, I think?"

Jak shrugged, grateful for the distraction. "Maybe. That'll freak ‘em out, huh?"

"Oh yeah. So what do you think is up with Spikes? Wrong answers only."

"Wrong only? Uh...he just found out he's part marmoset."

"Or his application for a piercing refund was rejected."

"Or," Sig interrupted flatly, "he just found out he had a kid he didn't know was alive, and he's dealing with a lot of guilt right now."

Sig crouched at the mouth of the cloister and looked in at them. He seemed to have aged years since that morning. He held out a hand and sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"Come on out kiddo. We're gonna get you some food, some-"

He closed his eye and shook his head. "Volcan's bones. I...I didn't know- none of us did...gods, he must've snatched you the same year we lost Mar-"

"Mar?" Jak interrupted sharply, "What do you know about Mar?"

When Sig looked up again, Jak was shaken to see tears in his eye.

"I ain't talking about the founder of Haven, cherry. And I don't think you are, either."

He sniffed and cleared his throat. "Little thing. So...he's so- he was so small. Sweetest little kid you ever met, always getting into trouble."

He cleared his throat again and tapped his cybernetic eye. "Only takes a moment. You look away one minute. Not even one full minute. And that's all it takes for the world to end. Praxis sympathizers ambushed us. Shot out my eye and took- took Mar. We never saw him again. But...but I think you did."

Jak's stomach churned, and the world began to spin. Mar? The little boy he'd been so desperate to protect? This had to be some kind of trick, they were trying to trick him into giving up Mar's location so they could get to the Tomb. Daxter's claws dug into his arm, pulling him back to earth before the dark eco could take over.

"I have to go back-" Jak croaked, "You have to take me back- take me back! Take me back! I can't leave him alone!"

Sig shifted and looked up at someone just out of sight.

"I was right," he said heavily, "He knows something."

Next >

#snippet Monday #jak and daxter #dadmas #king damas #jak and daxter au #fic prompts #writing prompts #blackmail au #dad sig #jak and mar are separate people au #angst with a happy ending #jnd Kleiver #Damas did NOT plan this well. He panicked and went for 'whatever gets the kid out of Haven the fastest' #Jak has no idea that Krew has been holding him for ransom for weeks

[fanficshiddles]

The Call Of Fate, Chapter 9

It was just after one in the afternoon when Jade finally rose from bed. She had a long shower then went to the kitchen for something to eat. But she was sideswiped by Loki on the way there.

‘Ah, finally you’re up. Afraid to say, food will need to wait. We have been summoned by Fury.’ He said sheepishly.

‘Ah shit.’ Jade groaned and ran a hand down her face. ‘Do you think he knows?’

Loki nodded. ‘I’d say so. He sounded pissed.’

Jade groaned and hung her head down, she really just wanted food and an easy afternoon. She was exhausted. But Loki put his hand on her back and guided her reluctantly to Fury’s office.

‘I promise, I’ll take you out for a nice lunch in the city afterwards. Get you woken up more.’ Loki chuckled.

When they got to Fury’s office, he was there waiting for them, leaning back against his desk with his arms folded over his chest. ‘Look what the cat finally dragged in.’

‘Last I heard there was no rule that we can’t have a lie in. It’s not like I had a mission to do or anywhere to be.’ Jade shrugged and sat down on the sofa at the side.

Loki stayed standing just beside her.

‘Do you both want to tell me where you were last night?’ Fury asked them.

‘Last night? As far as I remember, we had a few drinks in my room and watched a few movies.’ Jade said, looking at Loki, who nodded in agreement.

Fury rolled his eye. ‘Don’t bullshit me.’ He pulled up a tablet, then showed them a picture that was on social media of Jade playing on stage, Loki could be seen at the side watching.

‘That could be anyone.’ Jade argued.

‘Of course it could be. But it’s not just anyone, it’s you two.’ Fury put the tablet down again. ‘Loki, you know you’re still under careful watch under the order of your father. Pulling a stunt like this, causing us issues with the royals is going to be a royal pain in my ass.’

‘It wasn’t Loki’s fault. It was mine. I made him take me, it was all my doing.’ Jade said quickly. Loki looked at Jade with an eyebrow up, as did Fury.

‘Would you be willing to say that under oath, on front of the God, Odin. King of Asgard?’ Fury asked. 

‘Yep.’ Jade nodded. 

Fury shook his head and ran a hand down his face. ‘Look, I will level with you. You’re not a prisoner, Jade. But you know that we are under orders to keep you secure and under control until the wedding.’ Fury’s voice softened. ‘I understand it’s your band, and what you do. But dealing with the social media fall out is going to be a bastard, if the royals see it…’

‘She needed this, Fury. They’re trying to change who she is, the least we can do is let her live her life while she’s here.’ Loki said, though he felt awful for saying it.

Fury stared at them both for a while, in silence. Then he nodded with a sigh.

‘Next time, take Romanoff or Rodgers with you too, at least then if the royals see anything online they will see a respectable avenger there babysitting you.’

‘Like this?’ Loki asked as he used his seidr to turn into Natasha.

Jade laughed and wolf whistled at him.

‘I mean the REAL Roma… You know what, just get out of my sight you two. I’ll handle the social media. But next time you’ve got a show, at least have the decency to let me know in advance so I can prepare.’ He waved his hand at them.

Loki turned back to himself as he and Jade made their way to the door with their tails between their legs.

‘Oh and one last thing.’ Fury called, stopping them in their tracks.

They both turned to look at him.

‘We all know that nobody can make Loki do what he doesn’t want to do.’ Fury said knowingly.

Loki and Jade slowly looked at one another with a smirk, then nodded at Fury and headed out.

‘Well… That could have gone worse.’ Loki said as they walked together down the corridor.

‘Yeah, I thought we’d be in big trouble.’ Jade said. ‘Hey, where you going?’ She asked when Loki turned to head off towards the training hall.

‘To train?’ He said, eyebrow up.

Jade crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot as she glared at him, saying nothing. Then Loki suddenly remembered.

‘Oh, yes. I promised you lunch, didn’t I?’ He grinned.

‘Yep. So make good on that promise, I am starving!’

-

‘Wow, Jade! You’re amazing.’ Natasha said as she nudged her.

Loki had gathered everyone in the living room and was playing some videos from last nights show that had popped up online.

Everyone agreed and was complimenting her.

‘So Fury really didn’t blow a gasket?’ Tony asked.

‘No, he said he’d deal with the social media. Though he wants us to warn him when there’s another show coming up.’ Jade shrugged.

‘Can we come to the next one?’ Wanda asked excitedly. She loved Jade’s music.

‘Yeah, sure! It would be great to have you there.’ Jade grinned.

They all ended up ordering takeaway and watching a movie together. For once, there was very little bickering between what they all wanted to watch. Though Loki did get a jab in at Thor, as always.

Loki sat right next to Jade, he had his arms folded but was lightly strumming his fingers against her elbow, causing her skin to tingle. She tried to ignore the feelings she was getting within her, but it was difficult.  

#Loki #Tom hiddleston #fan fiction #Loki x ofc #loki fic #fluffy Loki #the call of fate

[survivalist-anon]

Log 10: Pizza and the Balance of life

It had been a few good minutes since the whole ordeal. It's calm now, silent even.

Me and Fjord were just sitting in the kitchen, he was watching me intensively. Probably wondering if I was ok. He was left behind by Sten and Toke so that he could continue his duty.

I wonder if he felt that he had failed on the first day.

"Lass, i-", I gently put my hand on his arm resting on the table.

"shhh...no it's ok.", I let out a releaved sign. "So....are you hungry?", he lifted his head. "I have a few frozen foods for a quick meal. The meat is going to take a long while to defrost anyway....so you want pizza?".

I swear he was more animal than man. Anticipating the menu for the evening.

"Yes. I want some....what is it?", first chickens and now pizza. This must have been an age of discovery for him.

"It's a flat bread with tomato sauce and cheese, you can put a bunch of toppings on it, you can't go wrong with it.", I get up to see if we had any boxes. Considering his size, I was going to have to make more than one. "I have cheese, a meat lovers, and pineapple and ham...and if you're not too impressed about the cheese one, I have some canned fish and some olives if you want those instead". I take out the cheese and meat lover's box.

He sat there gleefully, "Yes."

"yes to both?", I ask.

"Yes.", he responded, still unspecifying.

He was definitely hungry. "I'll get the canned stuff then, if you want to, you can relax a little and take the armor off. It must be exhausting wearing it all day".

"Oh that would be appreciated lass, but would it be ok with you if I could...well, let's just say I don't think you'd be wanting to smell several months worth of blood, filth and sweat under this suit.", he gave an embarrassed smile.

"Oh! Ok then, hold on let me see if I have some towels for you.", I place the pizzas to defrost a little. I head to an extra storage space near the hall and find one large towel. "Hmm, hope this one is big enough...", I grab another one in case if he needed another. I head to the shower to see if there was enough soap.

Turns out, the shower was smaller than he was. "ah oh. Fjord, ugh, the shower is a bit small....it's an old shower too...", I shout to him.

I can see him peaking over the doorway, ".....oh.... wouldn't happen to have a lake or a pond nearby? That's what me and the others have been doin this whole time.".

I turn around and double check if he really was too big. Yep. "ok...ugh....I don't want you to take a cold hose shower outside. I mean, it would kind of suck.".

He thought about it for a little, "hmmm actually I don't think I would mind it at all, is it radioactive water?".

Well that's something I wasn't expecting to hear, "ah...no...it's well water. It's relatively clean? It's just cold and smells like leaves."

"Ah than perfect!", he contently answered.

"One second, let me find a bucket for you to collect the water and a bar of soap too.", I grab a fresh bar of soap for him and head off to the lower garage.

One of the best factors of my cabin was it was a little bigger than a normal log cabin. It's a two story house with a ground level living space and a basement level floor with a 'boat garage' of sorts. Grandpa's first wife was the daughter of an accomplished architect, so the cabin is more than a comfortable size for me.

The garage for some reason was bigger than the second floor, going down there to find a bucket, sparked an idea. "Fjord! The outdoor spigot is near the garage! You can take a bath down here!".

He went out to the deck and headed to a semi-hidden garage down the hillside. He gently knocked on the garage door for me to open it. As the the door opened, I was brooming the dusty floor. The boat in question is long gone, leaving a space for anyone to use. I moved some boxes to other side of the garage so nothing gets wet, placed an old mat for him to stand on. I felt bad having to hash out old things for him to use, at least this is giving me a good reason to get some extra supplies tomorrow.

"Ok, I know it's a little last second, but I was able to make space for you near the door so you can clean yourself up. I'll get the hose an-", as I turned around, he had taken off the metal parts of his armor.

The rest was a rubber-like wet suit and his whole, muscular body.

"It's fine, lass. This more than I can do with.", he was ready to zip the back down.

This whole time I thought the armor was contributing to his mass, I was wrong. The armor was essentially a carapace.

"oh m-*ahem* well, one second I'll turn the spigot on.", I awkwardly pass by him. Oh no the smell came back....this time....it was driving insane.

Fjord could tell something was going on, "Lass are you ok?". It was a bit pointless to hide it if these guys had their senses are notched up to 11 than I am just going to pretend I don't know what he's talking about.

"Oh yes I'm fine.", my face felt hot, I must have been blushing, "oh here's some soap and I'll call you when the food is ready.", I quickly trot to the spigot, "ready!?".

"Ready lass!", he shouted from the garage. The hose goes off and who's knows what was going on by that point.

I head up back to the kitchen near the deck. "Oooooooooh my god. I need help.", I prepared the pizzas to heat up, it should take a few minutes.

A few minutes pass and get everything ready. I brought out bier too in case if wanted a can of two.

"well, I'll go see if he's done.", I was just then I could hear that the water shut off, he must have found the spigot. "Fjord! Dinners ready!", I head towards to the stairs leading to the garage, "Fjord?", I knock softly. "Hey big guy, pizzas are ready."

I didn't hear him answer or anything. It was then I noticed the floor as a little wet, he must have gotten back into the house?

"Lass! Do remember where I put those ol' clothes?", he called from what sounded like the bathroom.

I opened the garage, the water shut off and saw that he wasn't there. Closing the garage, I head up stairs. "I think you left them in the living roo-", the second I set both feet on the hardwood floor, bumped into his wet, hairy chest.

"oh wh-", I was looking up towards his face. Either he was clueless or he knew actually what he was doing.

"Oh hello, sorry about that.", you couldn't make this stuff up, he was innocently apologizing for this situation.

"ugh..ugh", he was firm, his musk now had added lavender into the mix, his body hair was practically the same color as the now partly wet mane on his head and was stuck and underlining every curvature of his muscles.

"Ugh...", I tried to concentrate back to my previous train of thought. "...Ah the clothes! Yes the clothes, your clothes *cough* let's go find them!". Wow I sucked at hiding it.

He knew it too.

"Hehe, ok lass, lead the way.", he followed behind with heavy footsteps.

I quickly sped walked to the living room, the bag was laying on the couch. "Ugh Fjord just um, stand there please.", I was embarrassed by the crack in my voice. I shuffle through the bag and find clothes from several decades ago. However, I was lucky enough to find a pair of large boxers and an old triple large shirt. "Here put these on.", hopefully they fit.

As I pass the clothes to him, I could see even my largest towel was struggling to cover everything. It looked like a short skirt had ripped up his thigh.

"ah thanks lass.", he left to another corner to put the clothes on.

All I could do is cup my hands to face, hiding my embarrassment. "Oh.....", I set the clothes out to breath after what likely was decades in storage. They had a musty smell, sort of a mixture of mothballs and old detergent. From what I can see, most of the clothes look like they were either old blue collar work clothes for construction or mining, business formal and a set of under clothes to last a week or so before having to throw them in the wash.

Fjord comes from the corner, "let's eat than?", he was watched me unfold probably the most aesthetically interesting piece here is a leather aviator jacket with a wool collar. "Hm, not bad....".

As I put it down, I was surprised to see that the clothes actually fitted him rather well. "Oh good, I was worried if they were too tight.", if it were for his extra fuzz, he would have been indistinguishable from a normal over muscular guy. "Ugh yes, let's go I bet you're hungry."

"always am in a way, lass.", I almost lost it at his wink.

After enjoying our pizza and random items dinner. We get back to conversation and I decided to lay a few ground rules.

"ok, hopefully, Sten and Toke will come back within the week, so in the meantime. We need to be low profile. No threatening to kill people, just relax and play it safe, and stick close to me ok?", these rules were mostly for him to behave himself when he was in public.

"alright, no threats, not lollygagging....stay close.", he took a bite out of what I could assume was a sandwich made of a meat lover's pizza and canned sardines. With a bit of a mouthful, "so. Who else is on dat little list the chaplain gave you?".

Taking the paper out of my pocket, "well, Mr and Mrs Bellcaller, my boss James and nurse Amila are on this list. However, I have no idea what are the other names though.", I put the paper down and search up one of the names, "Holten Wade".

As for Fjord, he opens one of the biers and chugs the whole in just a few gulps. I'm not certain why but I was impressed about that.

"Hmm, oh, interesting.", I could see he does live within the area, he own an auto shop near Mr. And Mrs Bellcaller's corner store. The other names were "Francis Pubert Mary" and "Vincent Arnold", none of these names were searchable as businesses, in social media or anything. "Hmm... hopefully these two aren't dead.

Cracking another can, Fjord chugs the whole again.

"ugh, that's quite a bit of alcohol there.", I wasn't sure how he would react with two cans of fruit rattler bier.

He licks his lips, "actually, this is nothing it's closer to water than a drink. I'm use to more heavy stuff. Mjord, and occasionally a cocktail of Rotgut and something else. It's a shame me and the others haven't found a plant equal to some of the plants back home to even make Mjord. It's tasty though.".

"Mjord? Sounds pretty good.", the drink sounded oddly similar sounded to mead, I was wondering if it was close to it.

"oh you wouldn't be able to enjoying lass, it's toxic to mortals, the fumes themselves would do you in. Fermented grain, roots and plants of Fenris are one of the most potent things any Astartes can have. It's the best and finest drink."

A toxic concoction of fermented 'grain, roots and plants', unbelievable. "Ugh....is ...there are reason why you guys drink, from what I understand, is closer to a liquid chemical?".

He finished off the last of the pizza, "well ye see lass, we have an implanted organ that helps us Astartes process poisons and other nasty things. However, it gave one unfortunate side effect. Permanent Sobriety."

Considering the harsh realites of his world, sobriety is closer to punishment one can ask for. "Oh...hmm I can see why that could be a problem.", it wasn't but for anyone living a hard life, i can understand why someone would employ the vices of alcohol.

"so, the great ancestors on Fenris had created a miracle ale, to provide a solution to everyone's problems.", he gave just gave this half lidded look, I can tell he was being humorous about it.

The more he talked about his world, the more the dark implications started to buzz around my mind. "....life must be terribly difficult for you guys.". I felt genuine pity for him and pretty anyone who had to live in such a world where you need to drink toxic chemicals to stay drunk.

His grin shrunk a bit, "well...it's not all that bad lass, I have plenty of battle brothers to share victories with, a chance to make the emperor's dreams of helping humanity a reality and so much more. In fact, probably one day if any of the Astartes comeback, I bet this planet will put on the top priority list for protection....at least I think there's such a thing....".

There are benefits to being as lost as me when hearing all of this....for starters, Fjord probably is thinking more expensively about his life in perspective to mine, I have bills, a family that misses me a lot right now and what little hope I have in having anything better than what I currently have to aspire to.

"....sounds nice to have a... government....that is willing to preserve something....my work literally consistents of convincing lobbyists to not remove our funding every few months so poachers and game hunters don't slaughter our wildlife to oblivion.", I was being rather whiney about this but it's something for him to chew on.

He looks at me with a confused glance, "what? Really? What's makes the wildlife here that unimportant?".

"...it's more for everyone's sake really.... everything is interconnected in this complex, beautiful web of life, death, existence...and whole slew of things. For instance, do you want to know what makes a keystone species important?", casually as one would ask.

"hmm...ok...what is a keystone species?", he asks as one should do.

"well....", I get a notepad and pen from one of the drawers, "there is the circle of life, we have not a caste system but a natural chain of predation, that is naturally designed to continue life.", I draw a wolf, then a deer, rabbit and a fox underneath, underneath those animals I draw their preferred 'prey' so to speak. "You see, like a keystone, that holds everything together from falling apart, it is an essential part of the ecosystem. If all the wolves go extinct, then the deer over populate, then get sick, die and could spread disease. But much like removing the wolves, if you remove the deer, than the wolves....will after prey they shouldn't go to.", I than draw a sheep, "this.... represents human intervention...."

Fjord's at this point more impressed at the drawing rather then the explanation, "....is that a cloud with a face?".

"it's a sheep, anyway, the sheep represents the farm, wolf eats the sheep, the farmer gets mad, assumes wolves are evil for ruining their farm...they tell others...then others spread their ignorance and...well...it can lead to destruction...then everyone who doesn't like this fight and called "tree huggers" because idiot from the medieval ages and whatever~.", I was so tired at this point I may as well lost my point.

He looked at the notepad, "....hmmm. You have a strange...yet.... commendable job.", he glanced at the wolf doodle I made, "...hmm.".

I huff a little from the existential dread I've just imposed on myself. Here's me worrying about wolves, then there Fjord....who probably relates more to a war veteran.

"I'm sorry for boring you.", I play around with an empty can.

"No no. You are not boring me....not at all.", he than just crosses his arms, lays on the table to look below my eye level.

A smile inches a little from, "ready for bed? We have a bunch to do tomorrow."

He straightens up, stretches his arms up. "Oh yes. I say a goodnight's sleep is needed.".

After putting everything in the kitchen away, prepping for tomorrow morning. I find a place for him to sleep for the night. I look into grandpa's room and well, oddly enough his bed is smaller then the couch. "Hmm...where would you like to sleep?", I ask him.

Fjord looks around the room full of old belongings from Grandpa, "hmmm....the bed is a wee bit small."

"well, my bed is the same size actually. The coach is the closest thing to a bigger bed then both. I don't want you sleeping on the floor either.", I look up and he's just towering over me in the doorway.

"hmm....I guess I will be taking the couch.", he decides.

After I move the clothes off to the table, we both prepare for the night.

"Goodnight Fjord, sleep well."

"Goodnight lass.".

Lights out until tomorrow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I had to wait until Lorey went to sleep. After all, when has an angel of the emperor needed sleep? I head out and see the moon out, still puzzled how I even got here to begin with.

It was like a feverish nightmare, only to be interrupted by peace.....I was not sure if I disliked it.

The fists at the fort looked a lot healthier than their brothers back home.

The chaplain was nothing but a caged dog, bored with treats, wanting to let that instinct to kill out. To be let loose into battle.

Yet....my brothers and I have been enjoying this wild place. Big enough for all of us. Wild, free ...sure it's a wee bit warmer than we like ....but this planet has polar caps....I'm sure we will find something close....

What if we can not go back?...... would it really be such a problem?.....from what I see....chaos hasn't even tainted this world. It is a paradise world....but it's untainted....and the lass .....

Well....she's most definitely starting to rub off on me....I wonder if ....she feels the same.

End of log 10

@kit-williams @barn-anon @egrets-not-regrets

#space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #space marine #survival log #space marines #space marine husbandry sentience #space wolves

[darubyprincx]

(this work is a continuation of this post! if you haven't read it yet, please read it first for context)

Meanwhile in the Overworld, Xisuma was trying his best to not get K.O'ed by a gaggle of guardians.

He sluggishly dodged a beam in the salty water, turning around quickly just to see another hit him square in the helmet. With a sigh, he clambered out of the water and flew towards the safety of the portal a few blocks above to get some milk. Guardian wrangling was always exhausting, even when you hadn't been going at it for hours. X considered that maybe he needed a day off to take a good long nap. Maybe that day should be today.

The portal behind him whispered, speaking of someone coming through, and he turned around to see none other than Mumbo Jumbo stumble onto the stone platform he had built, holding a shulker box.

Internally, he shelved that thought with a sigh. He'd have to take a break later.

"'Ello," he said, pleasantly surprised. "Anything else you need, or were you just dropping by?"

"Well," said Mumbo, pushing his hair out of his face, "I got really really lost on my way to your portal to ask you this. Like, really lost."

"Are you alright?" asked X with concern. Mumbo did look- well, he always looked at least a little tired, but tireder than usual.

"I ran into your brother," said Mumbo.

"That doesn't answer my question," said X with a (hopefully silent) sigh.

"Okay, so you know how I left the server a few months back to go on vacation?" asked Mumbo, putting down the shulker box and, after a moment's hesitation, sitting down on it.

"Yep."

"Well I got back and uh, well, there's a lot more diamonds in there than I remember putting in," said Mumbo, patting the side of the box. "I figured since I'd run into EX instead of you, he might have-"

"They," corrected X automatically.

"Right, sorry," said Mumbo. "I figured they might have known where the diamonds went."

"Please don't tell me they tried to extort you of your money," said X with a sigh. "I can get you some of what you lost if you need-"

"No, no, they didn't," said Mumbo quickly. "Actually, they said something about it being too easy to just say it was theirs? They're the one who pointed me over here, actually. I think h- they just wanted to be rid of me, to be honest."

Xisuma hummed thoughtfully. "That tracks too," he said. "Anyways, no, I haven't lost any diamonds either."

"Huh," said Mumbo. "Any idea who might have?"

X paused another minute, looking at the shulker box Mumbo was sitting on then back to Mumbo then back to the box. He had a suspicion, but...

"Mind if I take a look at what's in it?" he asked. Mumbo nodded and X walked over and opened it. Inside sat gleaming stacks of diamond blocks and deepslate diamond ore, the blocks hastily assembled.

Ah.

So that's what was going on.

"I have an inkling," he said, standing back up and handing the box back to Mumbo, "that Ren might know more on this subject than I."

"Alright," said Mumbo with a nod. "Thanks for the lead, X. I'll make sure- I'll make sure to ask him."

"Before you go, is there anything else that EX said to you?" asked X as Mumbo stepped back to the portal. "I know they keep to themself mostly, but I'd like to know if they're planning on pulling something."

"Uh, not really, no," said Mumbo, scratching the back of his head.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, there was something about me going to therapy for anxiety," said Mumbo with a short laugh. "I'm not sure if it was actual advice or an insult."

X wanted to sigh so badly in that moment, but he kept it in check for the sake of his guest. "Yeah, that sounds like something they'd do," he said with a nod.

"Do you- do you figure they were right?" asked Mumbo, looking him in the eyes for the first time that meeting. "I just wanted a second opinion on it."

Xisuma took a long look at the man in the suit who was known serverwide as the nervous wreck with a moustach, currently tapping fingers on his pants leg. He had seen the man be confident exactly once in season 6, and never again before or since. Despite their shortcomings, EX was a good judge of character, and... yeah, he agreed with them on this.

"If you feel like it would help you," he said finally with a shrug, trying to keep his tone as lighthearted as possible, "I know either Cleo or Joe have some sort of degree in that sort of thing."

"Huh," said Mumbo. "Never would have expected that from Cleo. Well, thanks again," he said, putting one foot into the portal and giving a wave. "I'll update you if anything happens."

"See you, my friend," called X, giving back a wave of his own. He waited silently for a few seconds after Mumbo was through the other side of the portal before turning back to his rudimentary storage system with a deep sigh and a small chuckle.

"Good Lord," he muttered to himself, pulling out his comms and typing in a message to EX.

<Xisuma> By the way, Mumbo just dropped by and I told him to go to either Cleo or Joe for therapy <Xisuma> Thanks for bringing that up, I think we've been trying to schedule him an appointment under the table but nobody knows how to do that politely lol <EvilXisuma> finally. thank hels <EvilXisuma> that man was giving me secondhand embarrassment just by existing <Xisuma> hey, be nice to the man, he has anxiety <EvilXisuma> no shit, sherlock

X sighed and put his comm back in his pocket. Maybe he'd take that off day today after all.

#ray's tag #mcyt #hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #xisuma #writing #i love this lil series #might turn it into a fic when i get the energy later #keys' writing

[amugoffandoms]

omg it's day three of milgramtober oh my god oh my g

Yuno walks through the halls of MILGRAM, humming to herself. After Shidou's scary story, she doesn't really want to walk around by herself, but she needs some time to herself.

"What to do..." She mutters under her breath.

Should she grab something to eat? Probably not. She already had eaten an hour ago and she was still sort of full.

Oh, which reminds her! Mahiru and she are cooking today. Maybe she could ask some tips from her before they cook later?

...ah, wait, Mahiru is asleep. Somehow, she fell asleep after hearing Shidou's story. She was probably exhausted, Yuno really couldn't tell earlier.

Maybe she should just go back to her room to sleep? Well... actually, bad idea! Shidou's story is still in her head.

She shivers. Why was it so detailed...??? At least Mahiru was able to keep some details out of some of her ghost story and Yuno did the same! But, Shidou just– He went all out!

With a sigh, she decides to head back to the common room where she was earlier before she left out of fright from Shidou's story.

Humming still, she walks into the now empty common room.

"Everyone left?" That makes sense. She left after Shidou told that story, so Mahiru and Haruka would, too.

Anyways... as she walks around, she notices a small paper triangle on the table.

"Hm?" Yuno looks over to the triangle and sees the little triangular paper headband she used earlier.

With a glance around, she immediately knows what she wants to do now.

Fuuta was relaxing in his room. He didn't have anything to do besides pace and think of an escape for the hundredth time. (Each time was a failure.)

So, when he heard a quiet knock on the door, he assumed it was Haruka, who came to just hang out with him, or Yuno, who would play the occasional card game with him.

"Just come in!" Fuuta screams.

...

The door doesn't budge.

Right. The door opens inwards.

With a huff, Fuuta launches himself off his bed and scrambles to open the door.

When he glances outside, there's no one at the door.

"What the fu..." Fuuta huffs.

Mikoto probably did this shit to tease or play with him. He should probably tell him to stop.

Fuuta, almost about to stomp angrily towards Mikoto's cell, notices someone standing in the distance.

Huh. Maybe it was them who knocked?

"Oi! Did you knock on my door and seriously leave? You know that's not–"

The person slowly glances over their shoulder, a terrifying look in their eyes.

Fuuta immediately swallows his rant. Maybe he should go find Kazui. Yep, Kazui!

Fuuta quickly turns to run to Kazui, but he can hear the other person starting to turn to him.

"GAH– LEAVE ME ALONE!!" He screeches as his shoes make loud noises against the Panopticon's floor.

His heart is racing and he's out of breath from fear.

As if the person could hear him, a quiet whistle hums through the air.

"STOP!" He screams.

As Kazui's cell door is finally in view, Fuuta trips on the ground and he crashes to the floor. "No, no, no!"

Fuuta scrambles to get back on his feet but not before hearing the quiet footsteps of the person following him.

Exhausted, out of breath, and slightly hurt, he tries to continue sprinting but groans in pain.

The noise of the footsteps disappear and Fuuta freezes, checking in front of him to make sure they aren't in front of him.

"Am I pretty?"

The quiet, cold whisper into Fuuta's ear makes him shriek and fall back to the floor.

When he finally looks up, he spots the person's full face, with hair in front of their face and a long white dress over them instead of a uniform.

"Y-Yuno??" Fuuta asks, staring in shock and confusion.

Yuno laughs and drops to the floor as she absolutely loses it over Fuuta.

"Why would you– What the fuck?!" Fuuta stares with his mouth wide open.

"I'm sorry– Haha– You were too easy to prank–" Yuno falls onto her back as she laughs.

"You scared me! I thought I was going to die!"

"Sorry, sorry~" Yuno grins. Fuuta huffs in response.

Fuuta stares at Yuno giggling on the ground and remembers his anger at Mikoto from earlier.

"...Hey, are you doing this to anyone else?"

"Hmm?" Yuno slowly moves back upright and looks at Fuuta. "Well, I wasn't planning on it, but..."

"I have an idea for the next person..."

#mug writes #mug draws #milgram #milgramtober2023 #yuno kashiki #kashiki yuno #fuuta kajiyama #kajiyama fuuta #IM SORRY i had to write this #i needed ghost story but funny and also yuno!! #i wasnt sure who she would prank but then i went FUUTA

[lynzishell]

~*~New Year's Eve~*~ Part 1 of 3

Phoenix arrives late to Morgan’s house. As he walks inside, he runs into Aurelio and Wolfgang who are on their way outside. Wolfgang: Heeyy Penis! Phoenix:  Hey Wolfy He says playfully as he greets Aurelio with a quick hug.

Phoenix: How’s it going, man? Aurelio: Not bad. How was your exam today? Last one, right? Phoenix: Yep, last one. I think it went okay. Aurelio: Damn, I can’t believe you might actually get out of here early! Phoenix: Yeah, me either. Aurelio: You seem less enthusiastic than I thought you’d be. Phoenix: I guess I’m just not in as big a rush to get outta this town as I used to be. Aurelio: Greta? Phoenix: Well yeah, but not just her. Aurelio: Aw you’re gonna miss me, aren’t you? Phoenix: So, what if I am?

Aurelio:  Well, then you’ll be happy to hear I’ve decided to apply to SMMI. Phoenix: Aha! Hell yeah! What changed your mind? Aurelio: Lots of things. Sophia badgering me, for one. Phoenix: Of course. Aurelio: But also, I’ve been playing a lot more lately and I finished this song last week that I think is pretty good. And I just realized that I don’t want to do anything else. And then there’s you. Phoenix: Me? Aurelio: Yeah, I mean you just decide what you’re going to do, and you do it. Kind of inspired me to get out of my own head and do the same thing. Phoenix: Well, I’m glad! It’ll be nice to have a friend in San Myshuno. Aurelio: Let’s not jinx it, I don’t even know if I’ll get in. Phoenix/Wolfgang: You’ll get in. Aurelio: Oh shit, something you two agree on? That’s a first! Wolfgang: Eh, when he’s right, he’s right. I’m gonna step outside, you coming? Aurelio: Yeah, I’m coming. I’ll see ya ‘round, man. There’s drinks and stuff in the kitchen. Greta and the others are in there, I think. Phoenix: Sounds good, you two kids have fun.

Phoenix: Hey beautiful! Greta: Haha hi! Phoenix: Where’s Luna? Did she end up coming? Greta: Yeah, she’s over there with Morgan, waiting for the bathroom. Phoenix: Cool. How are you feeling? Greta: Okay. Better now that you’re here. Phoenix: Aw I’m glad. Greta: Oh, did your exam go okay today? Phoenix: Yeah, it was good. Greta: Yay! Oh, that’s exciting! I know how hard you’ve worked for this. How long before you find out? Phoenix: I’m not sure. Hopefully not long. I’ll be happy to never step foot in another classroom as long as I live. Greta: So, I can’t convince you to apply to Britechester with me? Phoenix: Sorry babe, college is not for me. Greta: Fair enough.

Morgan: You know, when I planned this party, I did not realize I’d be waiting in line to use my own toilet. Luna: Don’t you have another bathroom upstairs? Morgan: Technically yes. But I don’t want to encourage anyone else to go up there. I’d rather keep the chaos as contained as possible. Luna: Good luck with that. Morgan: I know right? So how are you doing? Luna: A little anxious, but it feels good to be out again. Who knew sitting at home all the time could be so exhausting. Morgan: I thought you introverts were supposed to love that. Luna: No! I mean, I need a fair amount of alone time, but I still need time with my friends.

The bathroom door finally opens as someone walks out. Morgan: Ah! Finally! You wanna come in with me? Luna: Yeah, let’s stick together.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #sims 4 challenge #starsignchallenge #starsignlegacychallenge #gen1 aries #phoenix realta #aurelio robles #wolfgang munch #greta laurent #morgan fyres #luna villareal

[applepato]

Here’s a lil something I wrote for this year’s May Trope Mayhem! I’ve been meaning to do something for this challenge all month and now I’ve finally finished my college project so I can focus more on writing :]

Fandom: Sanders Sides Tags: analogical, virgil is a vampire, biting, kissing Prompt: Vampiric Feeding Wordcount: 1312 AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47175820

“Virgil?” Logan called, voice echoing through the seemingly-empty apartment. “Are you here?”

It was a stupid question, really, Logan thought. Being a vampire, Virgil was unable to go outdoors during the day, for fear of becoming a pile of ash by the side of the road, and from what  Logan could tell, Virgil didn’t leave all that much during the night either. He preferred to get deliveries from the local butcher shop rather than seek out a more lively source of food.

That was one of the reasons Logan hadn’t immediately run for the hills upon realising his roommate was a vampire - that and the way his eyes glowed softly, drawing Logan's gaze wherever he went...

Logan shook himself out of his musings with a frown. Now was not the time to be daydreaming.

“Virgil?” he called again, knocking on his roommate’s door. “Are you okay? I was going to watch March of the Penguins, would you like to join-”

The door burst open and Logan jumped back, startled.

His roommate stood in front of him, wearing ripped black jeans and a black tank top in place of his usual hoodie. Logan carefully didn’t stare at the vampire’s exposed skin and forced himself to meet his eyes. His eyes that were- exhausted.

Deep black shadows hung underneath his eyes and, for once, Logan didn’t think there was any makeup involved. Even the bright purple of his irises seemed more dull than normal. He swayed slightly on the spot, his naturally pale skin almost translucent in the faint light shining from the closed hallway curtains.

Logan put his hands out as if to steady Virgil, and said, alarmed, “Virgil? Are you quite alright?”

“Oh, hey Logan. Yeah, I’m okay- just-” he shuddered a bit, “Just hungry.”

Logan widened his eyes. “You haven’t eaten? Wait here, I will get you some-”

“There isn’t any.” Virgil interrupted.

“What do you mean? Surely, there should be some left over from Friday’s delivery.”

Virgil shook his head. “There wasn’t a delivery on Friday. James texted me saying there was a delay and that I’d have to wait till next week. I thought I had enough in the freezer but there’s none left.”

"Shit.”

Despite his state, Virgil laughed. “Yep, that about sums it up.”

Logan’s brain was whirring, running through all the possible options and discarding them just as fast.

Logan could go out and buy some blood? Nope, it was 5pm on a Saturday, the butcher’s wouldn’t open again until Monday.

Virgil could just wait until then? No, Virgil had told Logan that vampires could only last around three days at most without eating and any longer than twenty-four hours could be detrimental to their health, as demonstrated by the shaky man standing in front of him.

…Virgil could go out and hunt? Logan shuddered. Virgil would never. And anyway, aside from the obvious moral issue, Virgil was in no fit state to do that at the moment.

Fresh animal blood was always a possibility, however wild animals would be exceptionally difficult to catch for a sick vampire and domesticated animals were not an option.

Ah.

Logan had a solution.

“Bite me,” he said bluntly.

“What? Logan, no-”

Logan interrupted him, looking right into his eyes, “Virgil, the next chance you will have to get blood will be Monday morning, and with your current state, I sincerely doubt you will make it that far. At least, not without serious damage to your physical health.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his self-preservation instincts were screaming at him to stop offering himself up on a figurative platter to a hungry vampire, but the louder part of his mind was inexplicably focused on the sheen of sweat across Virgil’s face and the slight tremors running through his body. This was logical. This would save Virgil and come at little cost to himself.

Provided Virgil was able to control himself.

Well, no time to back out now; Virgil still seemed unsure but he nodded slowly and muttered a small, “Okay.”

He gestured into his room. “Should we- Maybe it would be best to do it in here? You’ll be able to sit down on the bed if you need.”

The two entered Virgil’s room and turned to face each other. Virgil was close enough that Logan could count the freckles dusting his cheeks. Or he would’ve been able to had he not been distracted by trying to keep his breathing even.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?”

Logan nodded, cleared his throat, and said, “Yes. This is the logical solution.”

“Right,” Virgil took a breath - out of habit rather than necessity. “It might hurt a bit, just at first.”

And he stepped closer, until they were only inches apart. Logan hadn’t really noticed the height difference between the two of them until now. Virgil’s mouth exactly lined up with Logan's neck.

The sensation of Virgil cupping his hand around the back of Logan’s neck surprised him, goosebumps tingling across his skin. Virgil moved his head closer, opened his mouth and sank his teeth into Logan’s skin.

A small gasp escaped Logan’s mouth as Virgil’s needle-sharp teeth pierced him. Although he had expected the pain, a warning wasn’t enough to dim the shock.

A moment passed and Logan began to feel a tugging sensation in his neck. It didn’t hurt anymore; if anything, it was bordering on pleasant. Logan supposed that was an evolutionary tactic to keep prey from struggling too much.

Logan didn’t struggle.

He let Virgil push him gently back into the wall behind them. Without thinking, he placed his hands on the shorter man’s waist, tugging him closer until they were pressed together. It may have been Logan’s imagination, but he could’ve sworn as his own body was drained of warmth, Virgil’s usual chill seemed to lessen slightly.

And just as lightheadedness began to creep up on him, Virgil pulled away. Logan swayed for a moment and his roommate caught his arm, worry clear in his violet eyes.

“I’m sorry, did I go too far?” There was an edge of panic to his voice.

Logan shook his head, although he did let Virgil guide him to the bed where he sat down gratefully. Virgil took a seat next to him and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I believe so,” Logan offered a smile.

Virgil nodded, although he still seemed unsure of himself. There was a silence, broken only by the tapping of Virgil’s fingers; a full meal always left him with a burst of energy.

Logan couldn’t help but admire the vampire, so different from the person who had opened the door fifteen minutes ago. His face, although still much paler than Logan’s, was tinged pink, his eyes were glowing a soft iridescent purple, and he just seemed stronger. Less likely to blow away in a summer breeze.

Virgil turned towards him and, before he could think about the absurdity of what he was about to do, Logan leaned forward and kissed him.

It barely lasted a few seconds before Logan came to his senses and pulled back. “I apologise,” he said quickly, “I should have-”

He broke off as Virgil surged forward and met his lips with just as much enthusiasm as Logan himself. Logan’s mind went static-blank for a second before his brain caught up with the current situation.

The taste of iron inevitably met his tongue, his own blood sweetened by the delicate touch of Virgil’s mouth. Virgil put one hand on Logan’s waist and the other behind his neck, fingers accidentally brushing the bite mark in a way that made Logan shiver.

It was a long moment of overwhelming sensation before the two finally broke apart. Virgil smiled shyly. “Thank you. For, you know, letting me bite you.”

Logan smiled back as he realised he really wouldn’t mind being bitten again.

#may trope mayhem #may trope mayhem 2023 #logan sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #analogical

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki SSL - 『Chibi Chara After School Life』

hope everyone is staying hydrated and cool... Anyway, this is the 『ちびキャラ After School Life』 content that was originally printed in the G杂志2013年8月号 magazine, and while it was later reprinted in the 薄桜鬼SSL ～sweet school life～公式ファンブック 特別授業篇 book, the “introductory guides” didn’t seem to make it?

Hakuoki SSL - 『Chibi Chara After School Life』  (I don’t have the title in CN so I wasn’t able to translate the title of this myself and I relied on google for that)

Translation by KumoriYami

Chizuru's Introductory Guide❤

I ran into Hijikata-sensei while he was resting in the cafeteria! Although he usually looks busy, he seemed to be relaxed today. I heard him ask me, "do you want to come and have a drink?" So I went and had tea with him. Despite how he is very strict, he is a gentle teacher who is always very considerate of us.

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『 Stealing a moment to have a quick cup of tea 』 

Hijikata: As soon as it becomes spring, it feels like another year has started. The new students have to handle a lot of formalities and prepare for the scheduled tests and son on... they don't even have the time to have a relaxed meal.

Chizuru:  You've been working hard, Hijikata-sensei. Please don't push yourself too hard... Right, if it's convenient, can I do something for you?

Hijikata: I appreciate your kindness, but regardless of the situation, I can't get a student involved.

Chizuru: I'm truly sorry...

Hijikata:....There's no helping it, don't show such an expression. If you really want to help, there is a task I can ask of you.

Chizuru: Ah...yes! Please just tell me!

Hijikata: Stay with me until I finish my tea. Because it's necessary to find the time to relax once in a while.

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Chizuru's Introductory Guide❤

Okita-senpai gave me a very cute doll! The doll comes from the now popular "MAKOTO Soldiers" series, which seems to have other versions aside from cats. He also said that he would take me to go play at the GAME CENTER, and that he was looking forward to it.

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『 For that child...? 』

Okita: Yep, here. This is for you.

Chizuru: So cute...! Where did you get this doll?

Okita: When I was going home yesterday, I went to the game center with Heisuke. This was obtained there.

This is apparently called a "MAKOTO Soldiers", which is one of the popular doll series nowadays... There's this indescribable sense of disgust that's very annoying. You see, its face really looks like Hijikata-sensei's, and I really want to beat it up.

Chizuru: I think most people will find it cute... Anyway, thank you. I will cherish it!

Okita: You're welcome. This series also has a rabbit, bear and so forth... if you want them, let's go together next time?

Chizuru: Yes, please be sure to bring/take me!

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Chizuru's Introductory Guide❤

Saito-senpai, who has been very busy with the affairs of the Disciplinary Committee, seems to be counting the points deducted after school today. In order to not cause his problems, you must be careful to not be late! As he is also very enthusiastic about the Kendo Club's activities, the Disciplinary Committee's actives, and coordinating between them, he is a senpai who I respect very much!!

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『 In Retrospect 』

Saito:  We of the Disciplinary Committee have to count the deductions data for the day like this after school.

Aside from the normal days... it is very exhausting when there surprise uniform inspections like today. Because the amount of statistics/counting work greatly expands.

Chizuru: Ex-Exhausting...

Saito: Having said that, thanks to Hijikata-sensei's and Principal Kondou's education, I feel that there are far fewer students at our school who violate the rules compared to other schools.

Chizuru: I think that's inextricably linked to the efforts of the Disciplinary Committee's members, including Saito-senpai. Ah, but Hakuo Gakuen's uniform rules were originally relatively loose.

Saito: To some extent, that recognition is based on [one's?] personal judgement. Having said that, those three people on the student council..

Chizuru: Kazama-senpai and Amagiri-senpai and Shiranui-senpai, ah... uh... they're quite unconventional.

Saito: It is completely incomprehensible that their uniforms were approved...

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Chizuru's Introductory Guide❤

It's been a while since I've seen Heisuke-kun, my childhood friend, who is active in his club activities. He's super focused when it comes to the things he loves. Maybe it's the same situation for the games he's addicted to [I think?]. It'd be great if he could make use of his focus for his studies... You can't always stay up late, can you?

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『 Spiritual Unity... before then 』

[honestly I have no confidence in that title translation. im assuming this is more among the lines of “Mental Preparations’... before then? JP is “精神統”]. 

Toudou: Let me ask you, what do you think is the most important thing in kendo?

Chizuru: Eh? It should be strength, and quick reflexes...?

Toudou: These factors are really important if you want to win a match. But Kondou-sensei said that mental strength is the easiest thing that everyone forgets while exercising. 

In the arena, once you get overwhelmed by your enemy's momentum, you will not be able to use your normal strength. While practising, once you lose to yourself, you will unconsciously goof off. That's what he said.

Chizuru: So Heisuke-kun's mind has always been very focused.

Toudou: That's how it is!..... Alright, I feel like my concentration has reached its max!

Chizuru: Ah, since that's the case, why don't we study hard for next week's test while you're full of concentration? If you make full use of this concentration, you'll certainly be able to pass the test!

Toudou;…………Uh, no, think about it, studying and sports are two different things...

Chizuru:…………

Heisuke: I, I'll work hard....

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Chizuru's Introductory Guide❤

This is Harada-sensei taking a break from class since it's over. When the weather gets hot, teaching physical education gets very difficult.... Harada-sensei is our 1st Year Class 1 professor, but despite how I meet him everyday, I have never seen the listless side of him, I can't lose to this sweltering heat!

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『 A teacher's job is not easy 』

Chizuru: The temperature has got up a lot... families will soon start taking out their fans.

Harada; The classroom's extremely stuffy. It's even harder to have physical education classes outside.

Chizuru: Yes... The sun is very intense, and you also need to prevent sunburns and heatstroke.

Harada: I also pay attention to the physical conditions of students, and if you feel unwell during class, tell me immediately [there are actually no pronouns in the latter half of the sentence so I'm just going with what I think makes sense here].

Chizuru: Yes, I often pay attention to the physical condition of my classmates.

...However, you're the one working the hardest, Harada-sensei. Even if there is a physical education class, there's only one class that occurs every two days for the students, while Harada-sensei teaches physical education every day....

Harada: Thank you for your concern. However, that's the job of a physical education teacher..... Alright, after a short break and then we'll start the next class.

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Chizuru's Introductory Guide❤

...Although I don't mind going to the Student Council room, I however heard Kazama-senpai call me his "wife" today. I clearly told him earlier that I wasn't... I was very concerned about why he was the only one wearing a different uniform from the other students, [though]  since he's the Student President of Hakuo Gakuen, he should be a very capable person as there are many students with personality.

[??? I hate the lack of periods in this. The last sentence is too long to not have other punctuation and that means getting creative to make things make sense -.-. ]

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『 Day of Conveying Feelings』

Kazama: My wife. You rarely come to the Student Council Room... Why did you show up today?

Chizuru: There's no reason, and there isn't a rule that you can't come unless there's an urgent matter...

Kazama: Speaking of urgent matters, "seeing me" is significant enough.

Yukimura: It's not that important!

Important matters refers to the submission of documents, and printouts!

Kazama: Ah... I see. So if there isn't such a reason, it will be difficult to you appear before me with your bashful expression.

...Amagiri! Starting from tomorrow, in order to have the 1st year classes [I cannot tell if this plural or not] submit information to the Student Council Room every day after school, help me prepare some random surveys. I'll handle the negotiations with the teachers.

Chizuru: Please don't do that...!?

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The Hijikata/Saito/Harada images were my scans that I uploaded before while the others were not. 

...this probably felt longer to translate than it did. Also, I cannot tell if something is singular or plural if there isn’t enough context. 

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki ssl #Hakuoki Other Translation #Hijikata Toshizou #Okita Souji #Saito Hajime #Toudou Heisuke #harada sanosuke #Kazama Chikage #Yukimura Chizuru

[netmomplus]

Touhou Ship Week 2023 Day 4: Habits/AU (Yep, a bit of both.)

“Okay, so how are we going to get you to quit?”

That was the big question of the day that Keine Kamishirasawa had proposed as she settled in for the night. Her partner Mokou, who was sitting next to her, was staring at something on a nearby table: A carton of cigarettes, as it turned out. There was a restless look on the immortal’s face, something that Keine was all too familiar with. Mokou had tried quitting cold turkey, but some habits, especially addictions like this, were particularly hard to break.

“Wild that we’re… finally doing this, huh?” Mokou just sat and sighed, her hands visibly fidgeting with the phone sitting in her lap. “I moved in with you… what, last year? And here we are, finally dealing with this whole smoking thing. It feels like we should have addressed this ages ago, and yet…”

“...it was hard figuring out how I was going to help me,” Keine admitted. “Truth be told, I’m still not sure I know. But I think if we just… start by talking through it, I’m sure we’ll figure out a solution.”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s what I’m hoping.”

The duo sat in silence for another minute or so. Keine looked up at the currently turned-off TV in front of them; maybe some background noise would help. She nabbed the remote and turned the set on, revealing a news program. Well that wouldn’t do, that’d just be too depressing; she moved over to a documentary station instead. That would work a lot better.

“Okay, so… I guess we can start with… how you feel right now?”

Mokou looked at Keine with a tired, half-lidded stare, like she hadn’t gotten any sleep in days. It was apparent from her face that she wasn’t doing well, but Keine figured she’d ask anyway just to be totally clear.

“...I simultaneously feel restless and exhausted. Like I want to sleep but can’t. Like I’m hungry but also… can’t feel bothered to eat. It’s not a fun feeling.” The immortal rubbed her eyes. “It makes me miss smoking.”

“That seems right. And…” Keine reached for a glass of water and handed it over to Mokou. “How did smoking make you feel?”

“That’s a tricky one to answer. I guess… they make me feel relaxed? They let me focus on things I wouldn’t be able to otherwise, it feels like. And then a bit later I start to feel bad again and need to go for another one. Of course I know those positive thoughts are a load of crock, but that doesn’t really change my feelings before, during and after.”

“Well thank you, that helps me a lot actually.”

Indeed, Keine was already working to take this knowledge and apply it to try and figure out the best way to help Mokou kick this habit. Very clearly cold turkey alone was giving her trouble, but she wasn’t sure if weaning would do much for her either. Maybe there were some alternate methods they could try?

“Well, maybe we can start going out more? Do you think spending some time away from home would-”

“Nope.” Mokou shut Keine down almost immediately. “Don’t get me wrong, going out more would be great, I wouldn’t want to spend time alone with anyone else. But even on the few times we do go out, I still have to deal with it.”

“...ah, right. Last time we went to eat out you had to step out for a smoke…”

Keine wanted to beat herself up for forgetting about that. Maybe she’d eaten a bit too much history lately and just couldn’t remember that day. Probably would have helped her figure things out for her first guess, but at least that was a bit more knowledge to add to the pile. So simple distractions weren’t going to work, huh? This was going to be harder than she thought.

“...Mokou?” Keine decided to ask. “Can you think of anything else that sort of… makes you feel like how those little death sticks make you feel?”

“I assume you mean the positives,” Mokou said with a half-chuckle. “Give me a minute to think about that… hmmm… well, I do like sitting and looking at nature. Urbanization hitting the Human Village like a brick hasn’t done me any favors, but sometimes I’ll just walk out and find, you know, somewhere more peaceful and just relax. Why do you think I spend so much time loitering around that old bamboo forest?”

“Hey, that’s something.” Keine patted Mokou on the back and smiled. “We can start heading out there together maybe. I can be there to help keep you in check, help you feel safe… anything you need dear, I’m hear for you.”

“...thanks.” Mokou rubbed the back of her neck. “Though… what do we do if you’re busy, or I’m busy, or, uh… y’know, neither of us are really in the mood? Can’t just spend all our time loitering outside.”

“Oh, that’s a fair point actually…”

Guess that meant they needed to do some more thinking. There was probably something else that they could do to help, though what exactly? Damn it, Keine’s knowledge was all based on history, not anything like this. Maybe her knowledge base wasn’t enough to figure this out, maybe she needed to just… urgh, but…

“...sheesh, if only there was like… a pill or something for this. Is there?”

A pill? That’d be convenient, wouldn’t it? Would’ve been convenient if she’d thought about it sooner, but with her youkai blood-triggered extended lifespan, she was still pretty oldfashioned… but wait, Mokou was even older. Damn it, she couldn’t even use that as an excuse for her forgetfulness. Completely out of ideas, Keine decided to ask Mokou a question.

“Hey, can I borrow your phone? Mine’s still charging.”

“Sure?”

Mokou handed her phone over to Keine, who began making the search. As it turned out she didn’t have to look for very long, as indeed there were numerous medications available just for that sort of thing. Prescriptions could be gotten from doctors, and there were some weaker over-the-counter treatments available as well. Maybe combining those might do the trick…

“...Mokou, I think that might be the right idea.”

“Had a feeling.” Mokou lied down and groaned. “Mind handing me my phone back? I’ll book the appointment myself.”

Keine obliged and returned the phone to her girlfriend’s clutches. She looked over and watched as Mokou did exactly as she said, making an appointment with their favorite semi-local doctor. Turned out there was a slot available tomorrow, how convenient.

“It’s during your job,” Mokou admitted, “but I’ll be fine going over myself. I’ll just take my bike, told you the yakitori money wasn’t gonna go to waste.”

“Alright, dear. Even if I’m not immediately there, remember that you can always message me and I’ll respond whenever I’m able. And of course I’ll be here for you to help, even medicated I want to make sure you’re doing your best.”

“Thanks, Keine… love ya.”

“Love you too.”

With the appointment made, Mokou set the phone down on a nearby table and closed her eyes. Keine soon followed suit, and the pair would eventually drift off to sleep. Whether this would for sure work out or not, neither could confirm, but they had hopes. This habit was breakable, just needed to work at it. And by the Gods, would they work.

#thshipweek #touhou #touhou project #東方project #slash #keine kamishirasawa #fujiwara no mokou #fanfic

[imagine-loki]

Losing Control, Chapter 26 (Final Chapter)

TITLE: Losing Control CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 26 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is your Professor at University.  RATING: M

  Loki tightened his tie and checked himself in the mirror one last time.

‘Are you almost ready, kitten?’ He called through to Emilia who was in the bathroom getting ready. ‘The car will be here soon to take us to the wedding. Don’t want to be late.’

‘Don’t get your knickers in a twist, we still have five minutes, I just need to put my face on.’ Emilia said with a grin as she walked out of the bathroom while putting in an earring.

But she stopped and looked at Loki, confused. Loki was staring at her in awe, frozen in time as he gazed at her. His breath completely taken away.

It was the first time he’d seen her dressed like that, in such a beautiful dark green strapless dress that showed her figure beautifully. Her hair was curled nicely down against her shoulders.

‘Loki, are you alright?’ She walked over to him and waved on front of his face.

He swallowed hard and snapped out of his trance. He reached up and cupped her chin, brushing his thumb against her lower lip. ‘You don’t need to ‘put your face on’ kitten. You’re beautiful as you are.’

Emilia blushed at his compliment. ‘You flatter me, Sir.’ She teased. ‘But I really do. Now let me go or we will be late.’

Loki leaned down and captured a kiss from her before releasing her to sort out her make-up.

‘Ready?’ Loki asked when she finished.

‘Yep.’ She smiled up at him and straightened his tie a bit. ‘You look not so bad yourself, you know. You scrub up rather well… I think it’s the first time I’ve seen your hair so neatly brushed and gelled?’ She teased.

‘Careful, kitten. There’s always time to take you over my knee.’ He growled and reached a hand down to squeeze her bum, making her squeak.

‘Yeah, that would be good to tell all your family, we were late because you were spanking my ass.’

Loki chuckled and squeezed her bum again. ‘Well, it would be the truth.’

When they got to the wedding reception, with Emilia’s bum unscathed, Loki and Emilia sat in the front row next to Loki and Thor’s parents.

‘Are you sure it’s ok me being in this row?’ Emilia whispered to Loki.

He put his hand on her knee and squeezed softly. ‘Of course it is, you’re my partner.’

She smiled at him and felt a warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach.

The ceremony was beautiful, Loki felt proud seeing his brother getting married to the one he loved. And of course their parents were over the moon, so delighted for him.

At the after party, Emilia got to meet Thor’s new wife and she got along really well with her. As expected, the couple was in high demand to speak to and to congratulate. But they weren’t the only couple that people had their eye on.

So many relatives of Loki and Thor were intrigued with who the woman was on Loki’s arm, who had captured his attention. Many commented how lovely a couple they were. Emilia could barely stop blushing the entire time.

And Loki’s flirting and teasing didn’t help either.

They certainly stole the dancefloor, Loki with his good moves was a bit of a surprise to Emilia. He had certainly kept that hidden from her. She could barely stop laughing though as she was flung around by him, being moved this way and that.

She was utterly exhausted when she went to grab another drink from the bar in-case he dragged her back onto the dancefloor.

Needing some air, she went out onto the balcony with her drink. There was no one else out there, so she took a seat for a moment.

‘Ah, there you are. I thought you’d ran away.’ Loki said as he went out to join her.

‘I just needed some fresh air after all that dancing!’ Emilia laughed.

Loki scooped her up off the seat and took her place, sitting her down on his lap sideways. She put her drink down on the table and wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘I should have told you that I am an exceptional dancer.’ He grinned.

‘It’s no surprise, really. There isn’t much you’re not good at.’

‘Why thank you.’ He winked at her. He slid his hand just underneath her dress, gently stroking up and down her thigh. ‘Are you enjoying yourself this weekend?’

Emilia nodded. ‘I really am… It’s been nice being able to just be ourselves too around everyone. Not having to hide, really.’

Loki nodded in agreement. ‘It has indeed.’ He hummed and tucked her hair behind her ear, then gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘I need to tell you this before the drinks flow even more, so you know it’s not the drink talking…’ Loki said as he slipped his hand round to the back of her neck, gently stroking her skin.

‘You mean you’re not drunk yet?’ She teased, making him chuckle and shake his head.

‘I love you, Emilia. And I don’t expect it back, if you’re not there yet. Or if you ever will be, but I needed you to know how I feel.’

Emilia’s heart soared as she gazed at him, saying nothing for a moment, making him begin to worry. But then she grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. She pulled back slightly and smiled. ‘I love you too.’ She whispered.

Loki pressed his forehead against hers and breathed out in relief.

‘I never expected to fall in love with you, Emilia Cooper. But you’ve stolen my heart.’ He admitted.

‘Me too… But after discovering that the scary professor is just a big pussy cat, well, it was hard not to fall in love with you.’

‘Cheeky.’ Loki laughed and tickled her sides momentarily, making her laugh.

‘So… what happens now?’ Emilia asked.

‘You mean when we return home?’ Loki asked and she nodded. ‘Well, your important exams are up next year and I don’t want to risk that. I also don’t want to risk being fired when some of my students are away to sit important exams too… Perhaps we just carry on as we are, being careful when back home. Once you’ve passed all your exams and have graduated, then we can be who we are together without worry.’

Emilia nodded. ‘Yeah, that does sound for the best… I just wish we could go out without worry, I really want to show off that I’m with you.’ She admitted as she tucked herself into him, head into the crook of his neck.

‘Believe me, kitten. I want nothing more than that too.’ Loki hummed and kissed the top of her head.

‘Plenty of holidays and weekends away though, right?’ She asked, leaning back slightly to look at him.

‘Of course.’ Loki grinned. ‘Is that your only concern, you’re not worried about our age difference?’

Emilia shrugged. ‘Nah, that doesn’t bother me, Daddy.’ She teased.

Loki’s eyes darkened and he let out a deep growl as he tightened his grip around her. ‘Ohhhh, I like that, kitten… Call me that again.’

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #losing control #chapter 26 #fanficshiddles

[crazedlunatic]

It’s All Going To Be Okay

“It’s okay. Brady will calm down soon.”

“Uggggh.” Bob looked up at the ceiling fan the day after Brady had totaled his car. “This is what I get for the alpaca, isn’t it?”

Sarah let out a loud giggle.

“No, though.” Bob said. “Charlie never acted like this.”

“Charlie’s like you but nicer.”

“Why do you always talk about us when we’re not in the room with you?” Sam asked. Then he looked up from his phone and said, “What do you say about me?”

“There’s not much to say about you because you’re always playing your games.” Sarah gave him a look a look. “Only you were out there playing basketball all the time.”

“Yeah and I’m so good I got a full ride… also, that coach is who suggested I apply for it has his own--. No. We’re talking about your son.”

“The sun who has your of seeing outside of the fast lane. I told you when he was 13 and starting to act out. Then you tried to hide stuff to not cause a fig—you know what? I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“You clearly do if you’re still standing there.” Sam singsong. “I’m taking notes for the Colloway Weekly Crappy Newspaper That Doesn’t Exist.”

“Don’t be like Charlie.” Bob pointed at Sam.

“Hey. That’s like telling him to not be like me.” Sarah scoffed.

“I’m just saying. You all set me up for failure by getting pregnant again.”

Bob repeatedly banged his head against the fridge and let out a frustrated groan.

“Get over the car.” Bob’s dad said coming into the room slowly.

“Dad, you’re not—”

“Ah, shut up. You aren’t your mom.” Bob’s dad let out a loud laugh. Seconds later Bob’s mother walked in. “What about mom?”

Sarah shrugged and Bob refused to make eye contact.

“I actually think Dad’s more like you, Gramma.”

“Nah. He’s a hybrid.”

“No. They’re shitty. Gotta wait another five years and see if they get better.” Sarah teased.

“Ready to go to the bathroom?” Bob asked quietly after going over to his dad.

“Yep.”

Bob then stood looking at the ceiling.

“Bet you’ll be glad to not have to do this anymore?” His father said in a joking way.

“Well there has to be a con to being the most attractive.” Bob joked.

“I’m sorry you’re here now but I really was hoping you’d still go to the school you wanted to. I know Mama was very against it.”

“It’s okay, Dad. I wanted to do it… and I needed to. It would have happened anyway. I’d be taking time off.”

“I’m talking to Jake’s dad. Getting him to take out that undated clause. It’s going to go half way between you and Mallory.”

“I don’t need to know, Dad. Let them have it.”

“You two are the only two who deserves it.”

Bob finally looked down, his eyes teary.

“Make sure you give the kids the money in their trust funds as well. I listed an empty two since you all can’t seem to procreating.”

Bob, who had teary eyes, let out something between a laugh and a cry.

“Stop working yourself to death. You’ll regret not spending time alone with them. Don’t live with regret… your mom will probably not want to go to that big city so please keep an eye on her. Please eventually ask her to come back. She’ll leave but she’ll want to come back and stay with you all.”

Bob, not able to respond, just nodded.

How did you react to this?

“Also don’t get yourself murdered, alright? I’m not sure you’ll get to heaven.” His dad laughed a bit as Bob helped him get situated on his feet.

“Daddy, are you telling me it’s coming soon?” Bob swallowed.

“I’m exhausted. My head and my body are exhausted.”

“Dad… are you going make it to come to New York?” Bob sounded like a little kid.  

“I don’t think so.”

“Robbie! Blaine’s here!” His mom called up the stairs.

Bob went down the stairs with him carefully, ready to catch him if needed.

“Robbie, it’s all going to be okay.”

“Is it?”

#i just have colloway feels guys

[echantedtoon]

Rules Of One's Soul Ch16 A Little Offer P6

DING!

The usual little bell sound of the cash register went off and of course the small drawer at the bottom popped out. Seam hummed to himself as he camly knitpicked through it, humming to himself. God! Did he always have to be so slow? Rouxls tapped his foot against the floor impatiently as he was waiting. He just wanted to get what he was owed and leave finally. He was tired, sore, and just done with everything at that moment...Though he would admit, the whole place looked better now- no thanks to Jevil- there was no dust. The air inside the sheap didnt fell so musty. The place was decently organized- All n all a much better appearance if you asked him, but he wouldn't want to do it again. It's too much hassle trying to manage his focus on trying to clean and not getting trapped within these idiots madness....Speaking of which-

He looked over Seam's shoulder, which was a little difficult considering Seam was at least a foot or two taller than him, into the bed room. It seemed warm in a friendly cuddly sorta way. On the couch was Jevil who of course was smiling ear to ear at him. When he caught ROuxls's eye, he tilted his head and lifted a clawed hand to wave at him. Rouxls shuddered at that.

"Art thou almost done?"

Seam didn't look up, instead contining to count out the dark purple dallor bills in his paws. "Almost. Be patient now. Im afraid my eyesight isn't what it used to be."

"Right, right."...He glanced back over into the room. "Uh....By thy way. Where didst thou receive such an unruly little beast?"

"Oh. You mean Mak?" He nodded and Seam just shrugged. "Found them in the woods as a small baby. Don't know they even ended up out there.....most likely abandoned."

"Oh-"

"Yep! Loves anything with a glimmer. Almost tore a whole rudinn apart for a mere ruby."

"...What kind of things art though teaching them-"

"Ah. Here we are." The old cat finally pulled out what looked like a pretty decent stack of dark dollars before holding them out to him with a smile. "For your troubles."

"Thank thee." The worm happily took the stack away from Seam and began to flip through it. Counting with his eyes as Seam reclosed the small register with another small ding noise. Rouxls's happy face soon turned to confusion. He flipped through the small stack again, before looking back up at the calm cat. "Thou has given mineself too much."

Seam chuckled. "No I haven't. With what you had to deal with up to now, I think you deserve it." The look on Rouxls's face made him chuckle.

He looked from the money to Seam a few times..before shaking his hand and trying to hand it back. "N-Nay! I shan't be overpaid for something that has nothing to doth with thou. Thou shan't payest for his mistak-"

He stopped when a paw sudden covered his mouth. He blinked....And his eyes glanced down to the paw still holding back any more noise from his vocal cords. After a moment, he pulled away and revealed the bright blue flush over the worm's face, and chuckled.

"You need it more than I would. Besides, you handled enough for the week. You should go and get some rest before Jevil decides to 'help' some more."

Rouxls groaned. "Don't remindeth me. I-...I best be going before tis morning."

"You look exhausted." He chuckled. "But I wish you save travels back home, Duke."

"Thank thee. Fair thee well, Seam."

The duke gathered his things into his arms with rattled inside the bucket. He always brought alot of things when overdoing something, oh well. He couldn't complain. He watched calmly as the Duke walked his way out the side flap to the sheap, stumbling a bit as his foot caught onto the side. Making him chuckle again. He should really close up shouldn't he? He answered that quetsion by getting up from his sitting position behind the counter and walking over to the cloth door before tying in down securly.

"My, my. What a generous, generous gesture you did?" He turned to find Jevil casually floating in the doorway giving him a smile. "But you have yet to scale victory."

Seam simply smiled back. "Well, one good deed deserves enough, and he could the extra to live suitably for the rest of his 'vacation'. Besides, perhaps my good deed will come back to reward me. But I wonder-" His smile became playful as we walked back towards the counter. "What exactly do you plan on doing to 'mak it up' to the dear duke?"

Jevil smiled wider. "I asked the dear King of Hearts,Hearts that! He suggested something called a date?...I think it's some kind of friendly outing?"

Seam chuckled again. "Oh, really now? And what do you plan on doing to woe the duke? If I remember corectly you have what is called 'tough love'."

Jevil opened his mouth to speak,,,but closed it. Probably Now realizing he didint have any knowledge on the subject. Seam gave a sideways look and hummed.

"Would you perhaps like a small truce to help you with your situation?"

"....I would like that very much, much."

"Good. Firstly I suggest getting used to what the Duke does and doesn't like-"

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