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demonshauntingthedoves · 7 months

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Chapter 1

Perfedious : A disloyal and faithless person.

Pairing : Yandere!Seokjin x female reader (Mirae)

Summary : You had dreamt of a beautiful man who held a diamond ring in his hand for you and the dream had come true when you saw Seokjin holding the same diamond ring and he slipped it on - your sister's finger - not yours. Sometimes what you want happens in the worst way possible.

Warnings : Heavy Angst, Family Problems, Age gap, Dilf, Dub-Con, Infidelity, Affair, Toxic Behaviour, Eventual Yandere, Eventual Smut, Just wait for Seokjin's dark Pov [hehehe].

WordCount : 4200+

The bus engine roars to life and so does your heart, anticipating to be free from the weight it holds. As the vehicle pulls away from the curb, you sank deeper into your sit. You closed your eyes and drew out a sigh- surrendering and letting the bus drag you away from the sins you ploughed behind. Your weary eyes were fixated on the window, watching the cityscape fade away gradually. Slowly the streets grew smaller and blurrier.

You glimpsed at your reflection in the windowpane- hollow eyes tiredly fluttering. You saw the reminder of your pain decorating the red rims of your swollen eyes and that was enough to make your tears well up again. You clasped your lashes shut, guilty tears running down your pale cheeks.

In times when everything got too much. Too unbearable.

You'd done one and only one thing and that was runaway.

You'd go away.

Far away from home.

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Harsh remarks, biting sarcasm, belittling words, that was all your mother had for you. Maybe that was what came as second nature to all mothers. They often nagged and ranted to their children.You'd even asked your friend Ari, if her mother also shouted at her all the time.

"Yeah, she scolds me but she always hugs me and caresses me after that." You ten year old friend had told you.

But your mother never did the latter part. She'd just leave you all sad and sobbing alone.

No loving words, no soft caress and no motherly warmth. You never got that. Atleast not after your father left home untold. It was after that day, her resentment towards you and your sister grew like a dark creeper. You'd never known the reason until one day you did.

"Your father left me because I couldn't give him a son!! There was no other reason for him to leave!!" She had spat irrationally on your faces.

It had hurt a lot at the sprouting age of twelve when she called you and your sister a liability. Minsu was older by eight years. Despite getting the same harsh treatment as you, you'd always thought she was at least lucky to have spent more years in the presence of father when everything was well. Unlike you who got no parental love and care.

Your mother had nothing to give you except her indifference.

No love.

No warmth.

And at some point, you stopped craving and begging for it as a child.

As the irritable years went by, it became more and more unnerving. And you no longer wanted to live like a quiet and depressed child, so you rebelled. You'd throw back comments and on queue the whole house would fill with shouts and screams. You were a total of three ladies in the house but the volume of noises that were heard outside were ten folds.

Your mother didn't wavered by your teenage rebellion. She just got more chances to cause drama. Reasonless arguing and condescending words.

Even public humiliation, the one time she came to meet your homeroom teacher. Nothing was worse when Miss.Choi had awkwardly asked you if she was your stepmother because indeed she treated you like one.

It became so exhausting that you gave up on fights and found ways to escape.

You stayed extras in school, went for night camps and trips, you just ran away from home.

This kept you away from your mother's temper tantrums for days.

You'd sleep more peacefully under the open starry sky than the roof of your own home.

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You were seventeen, when you had quite fortunately stumbled into this good-looking young man.

That time your nose had almost flared in anger looking at the feets of the stranger who had made you fall down until you looked up to see a handsome face.

That was the very first time you saw Seokjin.

Your face had changed from a dark shade of red to light shade of pink as you awed beautiful man.You were literally ogling at him from your tumbled down position.He was in his creaseless suit and dress pants.You had pretended to not notice the buckle of your knees when you took in his appearance.

How could a person be so handsome?

Your next camping trip was filled with whispers and giggles about the handsome man you had encountered and quite obviously got a little crush on. Your friend Ari had teased you all along the trip.She'd winked and nudged you with mischievous eyes and playful smile whenever you both shared a task and left you flustered.

It was under the canvas tents, that Ari had filled your head with intriguing and exciting scenarios about the man while chattering like a gleeful cat who was happy for her best friend to find a man for herself. Though it was far from the truth.

That day a tender symphony had played faintly in your heart.

That night, you had dreamt about him out of your impending fascination and admiration. 'His broad back; adorned in a white tuxedo; facing you. And then he turned back slowly- you stared at his beutific face, then his styled hair, then his pillowy lips and then his pretty eyes which fluttered up to look at you. You saw the caves filled with gems and diamonds in his sparkling eyes. And then you saw the velvet box in his hand which extended towards you.The box opened to reveal a precious diamond ring glazing so brightly that you shut your eyes from its intensity.'

Only to open your eyes and see Ari's groggy face the next morning.

Just the reminder of the fantasy brought a blushing hue on your face and fluttery feeling in your stomach. When you told Ari, she had squealed so loud in the bus and grinned at you.

"Your eyes are literally shining since you saw him, you know that." Ari told you in excitement.

"In all honesty, we should really go find him and then why not give it a try!!" Ari suggested.

And you shushed her because the single thought of meeting him again gave you tingles everywhere.

You had seen many girls with teeny tiny crushes but never thought you'd be one.

But again

You knew you were being stupid to dream about a man who was probably twice your age.

But again

It wouldn't hurt to dream.

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In the drapes of spring blossom, your sister got married.

As the vows and kisses were exchanged beneath the flower beds, your heart too, like the petals, fell to the ground.

The diamond in her ring finger shined just like the coat of tears welling up in your eyes.

Happy tears and sad tears.

You feigned the biggest smile till your cheeks hurt.

You had never thought you'd be so upset from inside at your beloved sister's wedding but you couldn't help it.

It was worth a grimace how familiar her groom looked to the man in your dreams.

Because indeed it was him.

Kim Seokjin

What a laughable coincidence it was!

Everything had happened so abruptly.

On the day you returned from your trip, you saw Seokjin for the second time.

But the foolish grin on your face was wiped away the moment you saw him sitting on your couch with your sister.

Their hands were intertwined like lovers.

And you were more surprised to see your mother's pleased face, who soon after declared they could wed in the coming week. The little celebration was carried on with clinks of wine glasses and plates of special dishes.

And you sat there dumbfounded and baffled by the sudden decision.

Minsu hadn't said a single thing about this.

Your sad face never went unnoticed by her and she explained to you with a calm sigh,

" I know Rae, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you but I was unaware that he liked me just as much I liked him."

"And then he proposed to me all of a sudden and I didn't feel like there was a single reason to say no."

And then she smiled bashfully like a damsel.

"Fate is a wondrous thing, Rae. I'm so grateful to the scriptor above wrote him in my fate."

Damn the scriptor.

You stomach had churned when you asked her,

"Do you love him?"

She looked at your glassy eyes.

"Do you think I'll marry a man I don't love?"

"Ofcourse I love him. Who wouldn't?" You felt your breath sink from her last sentence. You had seen the love and sincerity in her eyes.

Then her gaze shifted with concern to you and she squeezed your shoulder lightly.

"You are happy, right?" She asked you.

Your eyes darted away. You couldn't do this to her. You would not crush over her man. You should not.

You pulled her in a tight hug and hid your face as hopeless tears ran down your cheeks. You didn't know why you were feeling this myriad of emotions all of a sudden.

You couldn't place your finger on what you were feeling. There were so many things at once.

"Ofcourse I'm happy for you. J-just don't forget about me. Don't leave me alone with that omen." You heard her chuckle as she patted your hair.

"I will never leave you Rae, I promise."

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And that was how you stood beside her as her maid of honour. You stole a few glances at Seokjin who was so blissfully unaware about the way your heart and stomach felt tingles by looking at him.

You were so shameless to stare at him with intent just to see if he was really there and you weren't dreaming again.

You're not gonna lie but Seokjin looked so exquisite in his attire. So so beautiful that you almost got lost in watching him smile.

Seokjin wanted to have a small and uncrowded ceremony. He booked a hotel which was decorated like paradise. Interior graced with soft looking pink and white roses. And the garden was filled with cherry blossoms.

It was a wedding everyone dreamt of.

Under the trees, you sat with a pout and looked at the couple who were busy posing and capturing the memories of their wedding in the garden. Post wedding shoot.

Seokjin and Minsu,

They looked good together.

Now that you consider thinking, you were actually being childish and stupid to even have thought that you held any chance with him.

It was a stupid crush.

Little doration and little fascination, that was it all.

And it was plain stupid and dumb, to put so much strain and stress to your mind with whatever you were feeling.

Not only you but anyone would wish to have a man like him.

That's it.

One thing you knew was Minsu was dear to you and you'd do anything for.

So what you had to do now was let go of this stupid crush and the intrusive thoughts that came with it.

He was your brother in law now.

Avoid it or not.

And yet again you couldn't control the loud beating of your heart as he walked over to where you sat. Behind him, Minsu was still posing in her wedding gown.

You inhaled his expensive rosewood perfume as he sat down beside you.

Thank God your ears were covered by your hair or else he would have seen how red and hot they had turned.

"So, did you enjoy the wedding, Mirae?" He tried to strike a conversation with you.

You tried not to shy away from his gaze even if you were squealing inside just by hearing your name roll down his tongue.

" I-I did, it was gorgeous with all the flowers." You smiled and stared at the rose in his hand.

"And the food?"

" I didn't get to try the buffet yet because mother warned me to not eat before you both. I need to accompany you both."

Your voice grew smaller at the end thinking you spoke more than you needed to.

You heard his melodious chuckles looking at your frowning face.

"You don't need to worry about it, you can just go and have the food. Minsu had specially selected your favourite dishes."

Your eyes brightened at that and you looked up at him only to see him fondly smiling at you. He looked so princely. Your hands unintentionally squeezed the fabric of your baby pink dress.

You shook your head,

"No, I'll better wait for you both. And I guess Minsu's shoot is about to end."

You both looked at Minsu who was flaunting in her white gown ahead. Dangling a large bouquet of roses in her hand.

In your periphery, you saw him fiddling with a rose in his hand. He might have used it for the photoshoot.

You flinched when a blossom fell on you and he laughed at you. Your cheeks would have been dusted red by now.

"Why don't we go on a walk near the river until she gets back?"

He gestured towards the river at the other end of the garden. You gave a tiny nod and walked side by side.

The ceremony had ended by late noon and now the sun was dipping down the river. You had to crane your neck up just to look at his side face.

" I didn't get to ask this before but are you happy for your sister? "

You were stunned for a moment but put up a smile and replied,

"Yes, why would I not be? You both love each other and that's enough for me to be happy for her"

That's enough for me to let my chance go.

You were already getting tired to answer this same question again and again. Sick of convincing yourself that you were, happy.

You gulped when he observed your face for a few seconds, his eyes reflecting the golden sunset behind you and then he nodded.

Peering into his bourbon eyes was making your breath uneven. He was so so handsome, you had never witnessed a man like him. It was so hard for you to conceal the velvet fondness in your eyes.

You tried not to stare.

You tried not to show.

You were about to turn your face away to stare at the river on other side and also to hide your reddened face. But he tucked your elbow lightly,

"Wait"

His face was merely away from yours as he leaned down with furrowed brows. Your heart almost cried happily at his soft touch.

The symphony had come back and played in your heart again. Pellucid.

His leaned closer and his sweet wine-tinged breath hit you. Your legs were shaking under your frock. You were being skittish. If not for the light grasp he had on your hand, you would have staggered back and fell in the open river. Because your legs were out of control.

Like your heart.

Like your breath.

Like the ruby blood rushing to your full cheeks.

What were you feeling?

And what was he doing?

He plucked something from your lash and held the tiny piece of petal that had stuck in your lashes unknowingly.

"Uh, I saw this. It would have gone in your eye so I removed it."

He said simply as if he didnt just wrench your breath away and backed away.

You swiftly turned around to look at the shining ripples of water. Your eyes darted everywhere but at him.

You gasped when you saw something on the ground and crouched to pick it up.

Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows and leaned to look at the little leaf flat against your little palm, as you showed it to him.

A four-leaf clover

"You know it's so rare to find. Only the luckiest ones get the chance."

He was amused by hearing that and asked,

"So does it have more speciality?"

You nodded hurried and told him,

" Yes it does! The first three leaves are for hope, faith and love. And the fourth one which is rare to exist brings luck."

"Hmm..So aren't you the lucky one?"

You wanted to laugh and tell him that you were anything but.

It was ironic

To find a four clover on one your unluckiest days, if you put it out like that.

You grinned at him to hide your grimace and shrugged,

" I hope so I am."

" Ofcourse you are, now you got a brother-in-law at your side."

He said playfully and proudly.

Your insides winced at the mention of that awful term, you were already annoyed with that claim.

"But honestly, I will always love and protect Minsu, and hopefully take care of you too. I never thought I'd have such a little sister in law." He babbled his confession.

You had got so caught up with that 'take care of you too' that you didn't hear what he said next.

"I know how you two have been close and dealt with-with your mother, but I promise that- from now on I'll keep your sister happy."

You were melting at his words, at his need to constantly reassure you. That he found you important enough to assure it to. He was making you feel like the bigger person by saying those sugary words. And no one had ever taken that effort.

He even offered you the small pink rose in his hand to seal his promise.

And you took it with dreamy eyes, which you were sure won't get any sleep tonight.

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The bus screeched to a halt. You stepped down clumsily, clutching your bag. The bus drove off and you spun to walk forward as strides of your heels hit the cobblestoned lane of the small town.

The memories of your childhood swirled around you, winding through the streets like fleeting chuckles. Lollipops. Paper windmills. Little balloons. Your father.

This was his hometown.

The breeze caressed your face as if reassuring you that everything will be alright. You reached the designated home and knocked on the wooden door, only to be greeted by your Grandma's mushy face which bloomed with a welcoming smile.

The haven of herbs and medicines greet you next. Your grandma was a traditional therapist. She was known around for her herbal therapy. Everyone came to her 'Healing Home' for cure.

And maybe you did too. You came here for a cure. To seek her healing water which would wash you off your sins. To seek a balm to treat the wounds of remorse.

And to seek a refugee to coop up your pathetic broken self in.

It came easy for you to conceal what's inside you- your feelings. Conceal. Hide. Obscure them. That was what you had done all your life.

So just like your feelings, you wanted to hide yourself to. Anywhere. Away from prying eyes. Distant the whispers of blame and shame in your head. Detach yourself from his lingering scent.

You wanted to hide away and curl and cry and sought and mend yourself. And nothing was better than your grandmother's mending shelter.

She offered you tea. Caramel evenings were spend with honey teas and baked cinnamon rolls. You talked to her and told her how you wanted to take a break away from the city. You lied to her that office work was stressing and making you sick. You needed time away from all that and find peace.

Away from home.

Away from him.

Next I Main Masterlist

A/N : This chapter is pretty much about female mc and how she starts to like Seokjin.The seed is just sown. NGL it was way to angsty. Seokjin is good and kind in this and will be in further chapters until the facade slips.

Hope you all like this. Also comment if you wanna get added in the tag list.

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joviepog · 6 months

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“God, I hate you!”

Pt 2!

Who: Siren!bur x reader

Pronouns: none mentioned

Warnings: death and mention of blood

Anything else: So, i realized hiw the first one qas wrong and how i should use situations like that in stories so i decided to make a new one! If there is anything wrong with this one just let me know! Also the only thing really changed is the last part.

This is NOT proofread

Listen to this while u read:

“God, i hate you!” I laughed as i looked at him but I soon stopped, “Sorry, i didn’t mean it. I swear i was just-“

He shrugged and interrupted me, “it’s okay. I know you were joking.”

I let out a sigh of relief and continued talking, glad that i was making a new friend. Even if it was at the school’s detention room.

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“God, i hate you!” I laughed out. I patted his back as i laughed. He laughed along with me and I couldn’t help but feel my heartbeat quicken.

He Ruffled my hair and i yelled at him, “Hey!”

“Oh sorry!” He took his hand off. This just made me feel bad, i had ruined the moment.

“No, I’m sorry!” I laughed again but he held a straight face. He stopped walking and i had to pause as well.

“You don’t have to say sorry when you’re around me.”

This made me self aware, “Sorry.”

He chuckled, “You just did it again!” He walked towards me and put his hand on my shoulder, “from now on, you can’t say sorry when you’re around me.”

I shrugged, “Okay, if you say so.” I laughed to myself.

He laughed as well and we kept walking.

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“God, i hate you!” He was yelling now.

“Why?!? What did i ever do to you?!” I yelled back, he had no reason to yell at me.

“Because you made me fall for someone i promised myself not to!”

I scoffed, “Oh yeah? Who’s that?” i put my hand on my hips.

“You! And i can’t get you off my mind! Every moment im not with you im thinking of you. And everytime i am with you i cant help but hate myself for thinking i could ever have a chance.”

He sighed and rubbed his fingers on his temples, closing his eyes he spoke, “You’re just.. the only person that i can ever imagine myself next to.”

I laughed and his eyes shot open. “I can’t believe you’re the first one to confess and not me!”

His eyes lightened and he gave me a hug.

This was the start of something new.

If only he knew who i really was..

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“God, i hate you.” I cried as I held his body.

He scoffed, “Oh please, you know you love me.”

The tears started to block my vision and i wanted to kill myself for ever letting something like this happen.

I put my head on his chest and i could hear his breathing staggering.

“We should have never gone on this mission.” I laughed as i cried onto his shirt.

He laughed to and i could feel his body shake.

“But how was i supposed to prove that i’m better at beating hero’s than you?” He chuckled. I gave him a smile but it soon faded ones i heard him cough.

I hushed him, “Save your breath, Tommy will be here soon.”

He stayed quiet. The sound of explosions and angry yelling could be hear. The smell of smoke filled our senses.

“Reflection…”

I raised your head, “Siren, save your breath.”

He moved his arm and lifted his mask. You turned away, “SIREN WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”

He coughed again, “Its fine YN. Just look at me.”

I stopped, “What…?” I then turned to look at him. Beautiful brown eyes looking at me.

Wilbur’s eyes…

He let out a breathy, small, laugh. “God, this was not how this is was supposed to go.”

I panicked, “Wilbur. Oh god no. No, no, no! There is no way. Okay,” i got up,” Just stay here i’m going to go find Tommy.”

I sat him up against the ally wall.

“YN…”

“Wilbur just stay here. Please.”

“YN..”

more tears came out of my eyes, “WILBUR JUST STAY HERE.”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. “Tommy will find us. Just.. stay.”

I frowned at him, the piece of my scarf that i wrapped around him mow covered in blood. All u wanted to do was run, ask for help, but instead i complied.

I sat down next to him and he leaned his head in mine.

I could hear his breathing. It was unsteady and..

and…

It stopped.

I moved away so that i was in front of him.

“WILBUR!”

I held onto his body as i heard the sound of gravel being ran upon. It was Tommy.

I out wilbur’s mask back on and watched as tommy came.

“Siren!” He yelled as he took if my scarf. He looked at the gash and put his hands on it. He then told me ti back up as he closed his eyes and started working

Moving was the last thing i wanted to do. We never should have gone in this mission.

“Please stay, we got you. Just stay with me…” I cried as i saw tommy try to bring him back,

“Please siren, I love you…”

If this isn’t ok honestly feel free to message me alr?

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autistook · 7 days

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DAISIES - pt 9

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Words: 5.2k

Summary: It's June, and you decide to get drunk with your best friends. You start to wonder if there is something between you and Merry. Your brother sells Bag End.

Possible TW's: alcohol, very drunk reader and other characters as well

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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The reflection did not feel flattering. Your hair was messy from tossing and turning all night, and the bags under your eyes made you look like you had not slept at all; and it might as well have been that way. You kept waking up throughout the night, and the dreams you had were so lively, it felt like you were awake.

You left your room to wash your face, when Frodo bumped into you in the hallway.

"Good morning," he said, to which you responded by grunting as a greeting. "Have you slept at all?"

"No, not really," you answered honestly, rubbing your eyes in the hopes that the exhaustion would fade away somehow.

"Is there something on your mind?" he asked, eyes full of brotherly affection.

Of course there was something on your mind. You were soon to move out of Bag End, and despite that huge change in your life, you could not for some reason get your best friend out of your head.

"I guess I'm just nervous about moving," you said, partly lying, which Frodo did not seem to have noticed. You didn't want him to ask more, so you kept talking. “I know you want to move closer to where you grew up, and that you need me out of here, and I know you will go after Uncle Bilbo, but I am still…”

Frodo smiled faintly.

"Everything will be alright, I promise."

You had pale-yellow and lavender ribbons in your hair as you made your way to the Green Dragon. The lights of the familiar building were already in your sight, when Pippin tapped on your shoulder.

"Hullo!" he said with glee, hugging you tightly.

"Why, hello there Pip!" you greeted him. "I was wondering if anyone was going to be here tonight."

"Merry and I agreed to come here tonight," he said, his focus momentarily moving to the birds flying over your heads. Quickly he returned his focus back to you. "We thought about it and took a wild guess that you might also appear here tonight."

"You both know me so well," you chuckled, as you both entered the pub through its wooden door.

The air smelled stuffy, and there was loud chatter everywhere. The way the lights warmed up the room reminded you of home, but the absence of smells like Frodo's herbal tea and fresh cooking reminded you that the Green Dragon was just another place to keep you away from Bag End. You felt a longing for the only home you had ever known, even though it was not gone yet; but you knew that once the Sackville-Bagginses would get their dirty fingers on it, you would not be allowed to step in that place so dear ever again.

You walked to the counter, behind which a familiar face was working. Rosie Cotton was as cheerful as usual, wiping some pints clean, and handling the chatty and drunk Hobbits with grace. She gave you and Pippin a friendly smile when you ordered your ales, and the two of you made your way to a round table, close to the back wall of the room.

"Have you seen Merry?" Pippin asked you, as he was looking around the full room, observing small details and all the people around him.

"No, not yet," you said, smirking at Pippin's over-energetic presence. He sometimes seemed to find it hard to keep focus, and his mind seemed to hop from place to place, intrigued by everything around him.

"Oh, there he is!" Pippin said, nodding towards a darker corner across the room.

Merry was sitting there with Estella Bolger, his face serious. You observed the two talking, trying to analyze their body language to figure out what they might be discussing.

"What do you think is going on there?" you asked Pippin, your eyes still locked on Merry and Estella.

"Maybe he is apologizing to her?" Pippin suggested. "I know she is no longer mad at him, but he did mention wanting to make it up for her; breaking her heart, I mean."

You mumbled something incoherent as an answer, and kept your eyes on them. Pippin sipped his drink, and from your focused state, you did not notice him smirking behind his glass.

Soon Merry and Estella got up from the table, and started walking away from the corner. They made their way to the front door, Estella in front of Merry. Your gaze followed their every move, and curiously you observed them from afar. As they reached the front door, Estella wrapped her arms around Merry, and buried her face into his neck. You felt a wave of warmth hit your face, and there was suddenly a tiny amount of pressure in your chest. Merry hugged her back tightly, and as they stopped embracing each other, Estella pressed her lips gently on his skin, giving Merry an affectionate kiss on his cheek. Your face felt warmer. They exchanged a few more words before she left. After she had walked out, Merry turned back away from the door. He observed the room, and soon he noticed you and Pippin. He smiled at you and Pippin warmly, and that's when you finally noticed that your breathing had become significantly heavier. You took a deep breath, and waved at Merry, happily. He made his way to your table, and swiftly sat down on the chair next to you.

"What was that about?" you asked him, taking a sip of your drink.

"What?" Merry responded, seemingly confused by the instant interrogation.

"Estella?" you specified, and Merry's lips curled up into a relieved smile.

"We just talked everything through," he responded. "Honestly, I just wanted to get all of it off my chest. There was nothing more to it, and as we said goodbye, she wished me all the best - and I to her.

"I told you," Pippin said with pride; and finally, you could breathe easier. "He is now a guilt-free Hobbit!"

"Did you talk about anything else?" you asked curiously.

"No," Merry responded, in a laid-back tone. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitch slightly.

"Are you sure that's all you talked about?" Pippin said with a grin. A sharp pain hit you, as Merry kicked your shin. You let out a cry of pain and looked at Merry, full of confusion. Merry's eyes widened with guilt.

"I'm so sorry!" Merry apologized, immediately reaching his hand to hold your hand.

"What was that for?" you said, rubbing your leg to relieve the pain.

"I didn't mean to kick you! It was meant for Pippin!"

"Hey!" Pippin cried, almost offended. A moment of silence followed, before you finally opened your mouth again.

"What plans do you two have tonight?" you asked, bringing your glass to your lips, and taking a sizable sip of your ale. The cold beverage calmed your anxiety severely; you had always found that anything close near your chest or throat slowed down your heart rate.

"Drinking," said Merry and Pippin in unison.

"Well, alright then," you responded, and with one lengthful chug, you finished your drink. You slammed the glass loudly on the table, the loud noise and your reckless nature made your best friends laugh, and so they joined you; they finished their drinks in seconds.

The last drink you had that night made you feel quite intoxicated. Pippin had drunk a significantly bigger amount of alcohol, and so had Merry. The three of you kept talking, joking and bantering for hours before you hit that final drink, and the whole room was filled with the drunken laughter of you and your best friends. It was already night-time, and most of the customers had already made their way home. You took note of Rosie starting to close up the Inn, so you gestured Merry and Pippin to get up as well. As you stood up, you noticed it was hard to keep your balance. Pippin got up with such unsteady movements that the chair he had just stood up from, fell down on the floor with a loud bang. You snickered, and as Merry laughed, he took a step back, trying to hold his balance as well.

Outside the Inn, everything was quiet. Only crickets, owls and the wind could be heard, and every now and then a frog croaked quietly. The sky was dark, and there were dark-grey rain clouds slowly covering the stars underneath them, and hiding the moonlight.

"I really need to get home," Pippin said, stumbling on his feet. He started walking towards a wooden bench to his left, reaching for it with both of his arms held forward. "Can I sleep on this bench instead?"

You giggled, and with unsteady steps you made your way to your friend. You nudged him up before he could fully lay down on the bench, and put your arm around him.

"Pippin, can you get home?" you asked him, to which he responded by laughing so hard he let out a pig-like snort.

"Can I? Try and stop me!" Pippin slurred, but did not move an inch. You kept waiting for him to make a movement towards the direction of Tookland, but he just kept swaying, his eyes barely open. You looked to your right, where Merry was fumbling with the pipe in his pocket, struggling to find the right end of it to start smoking. You smirked, and turned your attention back to Pippin.

"Pip?" you said, shaking him softly. Pippin opened his eyes and smacked his lips, as if he was just woken up from a good-night's sleep.

"Yes?" he answered, smiling at you widely, trying to find proper balance on his feet. You gave him a pat on his back.

"I think you need to sleep somewhere else," you said to him. Pippin was amused by your suggestion, and he blew a raspberry.

"No I don't!" he scoffed, with a quiet burp. You started laughing louder, your own legs almost giving out. Pippin started laughing with you cluelessly. After a moment of laughing and drunken arguing, Pippin finally gave in, and decided to come sleep at your house. You turned to look at Merry to give him the update on the situation, but he was still fumbling with his pipe. You sat Pippin down on the bench, told him to not fall asleep, and with shaky steps you made your way to Merry. As you reached him, he finally realized how the pipe works and placed it on his lips; and started smoking it without lighting up the pipe.

"Come on," you laughed and took his pipe away, to which Merry responded by smiling at you unbothered, eyes half-open. With some effort, you eventually got Pippin back up as well.

The three of you made your way to Bag End, and got inside before the rain started. The rain was so gentle, you could not hear it inside, as it was watering the green grass of Hobbiton. Pippin flailed his arm at Frodo, who had woken up to the sounds of the coat rack falling down, and to Merry's failed attempt to muffle his laughter. Pippin stumbled his way to the kitchen, and he laid down on the wide kitchen bench, curling up into a fetal position. It took less than ten seconds from when his head hit the bench, that you started hearing snoring. Frodo had gone to bed when he saw the three of you in your intoxicated states, as he was already very familiar with the reckless behavior you brought out in each other. This left you in charge of everything.

You covered Pippin with a felt-blanket, and despite being completely out of it, he pulled it over his head and curled up into a ball. Your heart felt full, knowing your friend was safe and comfortable, so you made your way back to Merry.

"I don't understand how this works anymore," Merry said, once again holding his pipe in his mouth, trying to smoke it. As you sat down next to him on the couch, you took the pipe out of his mouth and poked him on the nose clumsily.

"You're supposed to light it you idiot," you said, which made Merry howl with laughter. Merry was very intrigued by pipe-weed, and had been for a long time. As he was a regular smoker, forgetting such a simple thing made his drunken state finally obvious to his fuzzy-feeling brain. You laughed with him for a long while, before you finally asked him a more serious question.

"Merry, was that really all it was with Estella?" you asked, playing with the soft ends of your curls.

"In all honesty? No, it was not," he responded. You stopped twirling the hair around your fingers, and stared at the orange flames, burning in the fireplace in front of you. "We actually talked about you."

You turned your gaze up to look at him, and he looked down at you.

"What?" you asked, puzzled. "What did you talk about?"

"It was nothing," Merry said after a long pause, as he was playing with your hair. You wanted to push this conversation forward, but somehow you got nervous, and decided to change the subject. Normally you would have pushed Merry for the truth, but this time you were anxious of what he might have said - or what she might have said. As you still had your eyes locked on Merry's, you realized you had been laying in his arms for probably at least ten minutes. Yet, his fingers playing with your curls and his hand brushing through your hair felt too comfortable; so you decided not to move.

"I lost to Pippin," you said, pressing your cheek against his chest, the softness of his shirt caressing your skin.

"What?" Merry chuckled, two of his fingers twirling your hair around.

"At an eating contest," you slurred, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. "I need to step up my game. I keep losing."

"Pip and I are gluttons, you know that!" Merry snickered, his fingertips tenderly caressing your hair and scalp. The way he touched you made you feel warm inside, and your heart felt like it was beating faster than it usually did when the two of you were close to each other - but maybe it was the alcohol?

You explained to Merry in detail; and in a way that made no sense whatsoever, how you losing eating contests was bad for your reputation. Merry in his turn answered to you in detail how you had no reputation as an eating contestant or anything of the sort, but the alcohol-driven conversation led nowhere. Before you even noticed, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

There was a loud knock on the door that startled you. Your eyes flashed open, and your heart skipped a beat from being woken up so suddenly. You could hear the quiet footsteps of your brother as he made his way to the front door. It was drizzling outside, and the fire had gone out at some point during the night, leaving only grey ashes in the fireplace.

Your head was throbbing a little, and as you lifted your hand to massage your forehead, Merry let out a grunt in his sleep. You paused, and realized you had fallen asleep in his arms. Merry was resting his head against his fist, as he had propped himself on his elbow. He was in a sitting position, and your side was on his lap. His other arm was lightly wrapped around you, and you had rested your head against him all night. Merry looked peaceful, but with every slow movement you made, his brows furrowed and you feared you might wake him up.

Frodo walked back inside with some mail, as someone had decided to provide him with a letter personally. As he walked past the couch, you two locked eyes and he gave you a questionable look. He flailed the letter in his hand, and with a smirk he gestured to you to come to the kitchen. You nodded, and slowly made your way out of Merry's arms. Merry groaned softly in his sleep, smacking his lips as you got up.

"Do you want tea?" Frodo asked, handing over the letter to you. You shook your head, pressing your forehead with the palm of your hand. You looked at the letter, and it was assigned to both you and Frodo. It was from Merry's parents.

"I'm guessing this is about me moving to Brandy Hall," you mumbled, taking a seat, accidentally sitting on Pippin's feet. You had not noticed he was still sleeping there, and he grunted loudly at you. He curled up into a smaller ball under his blanket, dozing off again. Amused by Pippin, you momentarily forgot about opening the letter.

"Are you going to read it?" Frodo asked. You snapped back to reality, and opened the letter.

Dear Bagginses,

It is sad to hear about your decision to sell your beloved home. Bag End is truly a wonderful place, and I am sure you are proud to have had it to call your home.

Frodo, you told us about your sister being a suitable candidate for the job opening we have, and more than that, you have told us she is the most magnicifent Hobbit to live with, and that she would be a good person to add to our home.

As Merry probably has already told you, we have already made the room ready for her, and are more than happy to have her move in here when the time comes.

Miss Baggins, you are more than welcome into our home, and we are very excited to see a friend of our son's here, hopefully also keeping him out of trouble for some time (unlike a Took might)!

We hope you make your way here soon, as we have many projects we would love your help with.

Please, let us know as soon as possible. You may use our son as the messenger.

Sincerely,

Esmeralda and Saradoc Brandybuck

Ps. Is there any chance you could bring your art supplies with you? We would love to have some of your charcoal work in the library. Merry has talked to us about your talent plenty.

You sighed as you finished reading the letter, and handed it over to your brother. He read it with a satisfied smile, and drank his tea in silence.

"I suppose I really am moving to Brandy Hall," you said, resting your head on the table, hoping to relieve the ache. Your throat felt dry, and you were desperate for water; yet too tired to drink any. "I knew I was going to move and I knew this was already settled, but having this official letter about it..."

"I know," Frodo said compassionately. You did not see his face, but you could feel him smirking. "But look at the bright side: you get to cuddle up with Merry like that so much more often."

"We're just friends," you grunted. You did not look up, but you could sense the smug smile on your brother's face.

All of Hobbiton was talking about Frodo's decision to sell Bag End. Many Hobbits had a theory that Frodo had run out of money, since he was selling your home at a low price; and to the Sackville-Bagginses. Others thought it was a plot put together by Gandalf, who had suddenly left the Shire, after staying in Bag End for two months. Only if they had known just how right they were.

You were sitting among some of your stuff in the carriage. You were reading Merry's first draft of the first pages of his book about pipe-weed, leaning uncomfortably against some of the furniture you had decided to take with you to your new residence. Merry had brought one of his ponies, and was helping you with your move. Frodo's move was still a couple of months away, but you had agreed to start working for Merry's parents. The move had come rather quickly, even though Frodo had warned you about it a couple of times already. You didn't know if you'd see him again for many years, though you hoped you'd get to have tea with him when he arrived in Buckland as well.

"Are you alright back there?" Merry asked, glancing at you over his shoulder. You nodded, and kept reading his observations and knowledge on Old Toby.

You placed the jewellry box on your desk, and fidgeted with the hem of your dress. Everything was now set in your new room; in your new home. The room was quite small and cozy, one of the walls painted light-yellow (because Merry had told his parents it was one of your favorite colors) and everything else was new, but your desk, chair, bed and the other belongings you brought, such as your art supplies, jewellry, clothing and a few mugs and teacups.

"So, how do you like it?" asked Esmeralda. You turned around to look her in the eye, and gave her a faint, slightly upset smile.

"I like it," you responded, truthfully, but you already missed Bag End and your brother.

"Make yourself at home," said Merry's mother, and placed a small box on your new dresser. It was wrapped in light blue paper, and a small bow was decorating the top of it. "Here's a welcoming gift. I will get back to work now. And don't you worry about working yet, dear. We won't have you start until next week."

"Thank you, Mrs. Brandybuck."

"You can call me Esmeralda," she smiled, and closed the door behind her as she excited your room. You took a deep breath, and hopped on your bed, onto the new cotton covers they had bought for you. It was comfortable, and a piece of home. You closed your eyes, and imagined being back in Bag End, laying in your old room, waiting for Uncle Bilbo to come and sit by your bed to tell you about his adventures. It was the end of June, and the room was warm and filled with sunlight. You forgot about the present Esmeralda had just given you. In a few short minutes, there was a knock on your door.

"May I come in?" said Merry, his voice muffled by the round door.

"Yeah," you responded in a sigh.

Merry entered the room, the door creaking. You still had your eyes closed, and Merry looked at you with concern, yet with a big smile on his face. He walked around your room, observing all the little trinkets you had put out. A small frog shaped pot for plants you had created as a wee Hobbit, the daisy brooch he and his mother had gotten you for your thirty-third birthday, a small wooden statue of a bunny, and a small bell your Uncle Bilbo had left you as a present when he disappeared on his 111th birthday. Merry noticed the charcoal drawing you had made of him months ago, and he smiled fondly as he stared at it.

"How do you feel?" he asked, sitting by your side. You were still laying on your back, eyes shut. You shrug your shoulders, and exhaled loudly. Merry smiled compassionately, and poked your shoulder. You looked at him with sad eyes, showing the longing you had for your room in Bag End. Merry stood up. "Get up."

"Do I have to?" you asked, already sitting up. Merry offered you his hand, and he pulled you out of the comfort of your own bed. "What do you have in mind?"

"I will show you around some of my favorite spots outside. I'll show you the places where you can read peacefully, and where you can do your art without anyone bothering you. My mother can be a little bit intrusive sometimes, so she might be knocking on your door often enough. It's good to have a place for yourself. I know it's important to you."

His hand lingered on yours for a little while longer, before he let go and guided your way outside. The halls of your new home were long, and there were several rooms on every side, and many new hallways around what felt like after every corner.

There were once again rain clouds in sight, but they were gladly still far off. Merry showed you a few quiet corners near the house, a spot by the Brandywine river, and a large tree to which he climbed up to smoke a pipe if he wanted a moment of peace. The two of you climbed the tree. Its trunk was massive and strong, the branches spread wide and grew close to each other, making it a perfect place to sit down and relax. The higher you climbed, the closer the branches were to each other. You sat comfortably on a branch so thick it was larger than your bottom. You could see quite far from between the leaves and branches, and Merry pointed to different directions, explaining the surroundings and the history of Buckland to you. With eagerness you listened, and for a moment you forgot how much you missed Hobbiton.

"Towards that direction is the village of Bree, but it's quite far away. I have been there a few times, and the folk there are friendly, but some are quite odd," explained Merry, pointing to the distance. You listened to his enthusiastic explanations of the adventures he had had with Pippin around Buckland, and described to you in detail about growing up in Brandy Hall. As his face was turned away, you couldn't help but stare at his button nose. His blue eyes were sparkling as he told you about his fondest childhood memories, and you could see his cheeks and ears get slightly pink when you locked eyes with him for a moment longer.

"I really liked what you wrote," you said, when the conversation had turned into Merry's interests. "I find your interest in pipe-weed fascinating and quite endearing."

"You do?" he responded, the color of red on his cheeks deepening.

"Yes. I think it has potential. Overall, I think you're a talented writer. I hope you decide to finish the book someday."

Merry smiled, his blushing intensifying. You felt the tips of your ears heat up as you kept staring at each other, and you turned your face away as you couldn't take it anymore. The tips of your pinkies were softly touching as you sat on the large branch together, and you felt your heart rate jump up.

"Caketeas," Merry said suddenly, and your gaze shifted back to him.

"What?" you chuckled, and Merry opened and closed his mouth rapidly.

"I- pancakes," Merry said, tripping over his words. "Pancakes and tea! We have pancakes and tea somewhere in the smaller kitchen near your room."

You smiled, as Melly shook his head in embarrassment. His crush on you started to be more obvious to you day by day, and it seemed that Merry had decided to embrace his feelings, at least for the moment.

"That sounds delicious," you responded, your pinkie twitching on his. A wave of courage suddenly took over you, and you wrapped your pinkie around his finger. Merry turned face away from you nervously. "Should we go?"

"I- yes. I think that's a good idea,” he stuttered.

You let go of him, and made your way down the branches, climbing down at a fast and steady pace. Merry was not far behind you, and there was a loud thump as he hopped down from the tree. You two walked extremely close to each other, your arms brushing against each other on almost every step. You felt nervous, and the tension in the air felt like it was suffocating you. It was new to you, and you started to wonder to yourself; maybe Pippin was right? Maybe there really was something going on with you and Merry; something more than a friendship. Maybe it was not one-sided after all?

You felt a drop of water on your chest, and as you looked up, you realized the rainclouds had finally reached Buckland. Another drop fell on your face - and another. The rain started pouring down, and you squealed as you realized you were out in the open, Brandy Hall barely in sight. Merry let out a startled cry, and took your hand.

"Let's go!" he shouted over the rain, and the two of you started running towards a small shed, maybe 600 feet away. The grass was already soaking wet, and mud was splashing around your legs loudly, Merry's laughter echoing in the air. You giggled as you ran as fast as you could, your hand squeezing Merry's. You were significantly shorter than him, so you were slightly behind him when you reached shelter. You bumped into Merry, and he caught you in his arms so you would not fall down, laughing whole-heartedly when you crashed against him. The rain hit the roof of the shed loudly, partly covering the sounds of your laughter under it.

Merry's arms were softly wrapped around you as the laughter started slowing down. You cleared your throat. Your chest was pressed against his body, and you looked up at him, locking eyes. You felt your face heat up, and the tips of your ears were burning as his gaze pierced you. His eyes shifted from looking into yours in turns, and you could've sworn his gaze traveled to your lips for a split second. Your heart jumped to your throat. He grinned, and let out a small chuckle.

"What?" you asked, smiling back at him, confused.

"Nothing," Merry responded, chuckling more, and his gaze shifted all across the features of your face.

"Just tell me!" you cried, finally getting out of his arms, giving him a friendly and playful push.

"Nothing bad, I swear!" he laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. "It's just your tell."

You narrowed your gaze. You knew he had taken note of your tells, and that he knew what you felt like most of the time. At this moment you weren't sure what you were feeling either, so it seemed ridiculous that he would know.

"Merry!"

Merry laughed, the sound warming up your heart.

"Alright, alright!" he chuckled. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to you. He reached his left hand to the right side of your face, gently caressing your ear, making you blush more. He grinned. "It's just that when you feel joy, your e-"

"Merry!" shouted a female voice from afar, clearly looking for him. Merry still had his hand gently covering your ear, when his mother called for him again. He turned his head to the direction of the voice swiftly.

"It's like I'm a child again," he laughed, moving his hand away and against his side. "She is very caring, you know. Despite being an adult myself, she wants to make sure I get fed properly. Let's go."

Merry started sprinting through the rain, and out of shelter, leaving you clueless of your tells once again.

"Oh come on now!" you shouted as you ran after him. Your face was still burning up. "You can't leave me hanging like this!"

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aparticularbandit · 11 days

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Of An Endless Infinity: Remnants (III)

Summary: What does it mean to be the Ultimate Hope?

Is it only hope on the big scale? That the world is not so dark and depressing and destructive as the villain in front of you says it is? That you can win, even when everything else says that you can’t? That maybe it is better to live your life, even afraid, than it is to keep yourself sequestered away, alone?

Does it not also mean hope on the small scale?

Or: Makoto sacrifices himself in the hope that the other survivors might be able to help Junko. It remains to be seen whether this will actually succeed.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: M for Danganronpa reasons.

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“I knew ya’d come ta see me soon!”

His teeth are still filed into points. He’s not the sort to eat people – that’s Teruteru’s specialty, something he makes explicit note of saying has more than one meaning – but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still bite them or shred their skin with his teeth if attacked. Most people don’t get that close to him, though; he’s got more than enough machine guns fixated everywhere to kill them if—

Well.

He is the one who put the guns on top of the school in the first place, isn’t he? The one who helped craft all of the mechanics in those executions her beloved put on during the show?

If your most qualified Future Foundation member couldn’t get to the school, then they couldn’t get to him either.

The only reason she and that hope-obsessed fool can get through is because she alerted him to their coming, using the same messenger he’d created for them all when her beloved first started this whole thing, when she’d first chosen to live undercover with her classmates rather than stay with her horrors.

She’d hidden, and he’d given them a way to keep in contact no matter where in the world they were: a small plush bear like Monokuma, designed after the first one her beloved created. He’d modified that one, too, of course, after her beloved gave him permission to do it, but that one had gone dark after the last Trial.

Her beloved told them not to contact her during the Game. She couldn’t afford any distractions.

She’d tried to contact her so many times since then, but there’s nothing.

No response.

She can only imagine what her beloved’s old classmates might be doing to her to prevent her from—

“We need your help, Kaz.” She tugs on the chain wrapped around the fool’s neck, grins when he stumbles, when Kaz laughs, loud, at him. It’s a form of appeasement, at least. “We’re trying to get to her.”

Kaz’s once pink eyes darken, that sharp, sharp maroon a reflection of who he is now, the same that the once faded bruise of her own eyes now holds the tint of something redder, fresher. “You saying ya want me ta shut off my guns? I can’t do that. She told me ta—”

“Now, now, Kaz,” the fool chides. “She said no such thing.”

“Shut your mouth!”

Kaz jumps down from his pile of – it’s probably a bunch of half-finished projects, or completely finished ones that he’s still tinkering with, but mostly it looks like a throne of trash to her – and shoves his hands into his pockets as he stalks towards the fool. “You’re trying to get to her, which means ya gotta go through my guns, which means you’re going ta get shot, which means you’re only here to get me ta shut ‘em off. And she told me ta—”

She places a hand on his arm, and he stills. “You’re so much smarter than that, Kaz,” she purrs. “I’m sure you can think of some way to get us through without turning them off. Can’t you?” She leans in close, smells the putrid copper on his breath, and whispers, “If you do, I’ll tell Sonia you helped us. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Sonia hasn’t talked to him since the Game began. She’s complained about it with her. Kaz kept trumpeting about how much he helped her beloved, as though it was about him instead of about her. (She would have been just as frustrated as Sonia was, if she’d heard it from him, but she would have responded in a much more…physical way.)

Once, she told her beloved that maybe someone should tell him to stop pining for Sonia, as it obviously made both of them uncomfortable. But her beloved said that his constant hope that something might happen was also a source of constant despair for him, that Sonia’s constant hope that he would stop was a constant source of despair for her.

It was only then that she understood.

This, too, is a gift.

One that Kaz gave to Sonia; one that she gave right back to him.

And yet Kaz still shivers at her words, which is how she knows that she has him. He leans back, shoves a hand through his spiked pink hair, a brighter color than her beloved’s has ever been, and shoves his other hand deeper into his pocket. “Well, I can get ya through the guns; that’s for sure. But even if ya get through the guns, ya gotta get through the door, and I can’t do nothing about that thing.”

“You can’t?” she asks with a hum. “Just imagine how proud Miss Sonia would be of you, if you helped us save—”

“I got an idea!”

Kaz grins, hands clenched into fists, his tongue stuck out in his excitement. His eyes sparkle, gleam, bright as stars in the sky. (Bright as they used to be, anyway.) He leans forward, right into her face. “I just got one question for ya.”

She raises a brow and tries not to recoil at his breath. “What’s that, Kaz?”

“How much of a ruckus we causing here?”

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lucadrawss · 12 days

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Do you mind Info dumping about Ai? I need to know everything about him.

OF COURSE!

Thank you for giving me permission to ramble about my beloved Zexal OC! :D

(I apologise this is so long)

Ai's 15 though people always tell me he looks older. He's about 6ft and stubborn as fuck. I'm aware that's tall for his age but he's a dragon so he's allowed to be tall >:(

His personality was originally a combination of Shark's, Astral's and Yuma's in his first design which I kept when I gave him his current design (I just like the thought of him being an ass but also being kinda nice).

I put alot of thought into his design and what parts of it could represent as I do with all my OCs, every single tiny detail has a reason.

(I draw horns differently now)

I unintentionally gave him similar eyes to Astral but I kept it because it suits him in my opinion.

If you can't tell he's gay, super gay (asexual as well). I tried to make him look as fruity as possible.

Ai normally wears a jacket to cover his scars since he's ashamed of how he got them (bad home life) but at times will feel comfortable with them on show. The gloves cover some scars too, but he hardly takes those off.

I attempt to draw him in platform boots but fail every time. Despite being tall af, he likes the boots so tends to wear them.

The earrings were actually passed down in his family, he got them from his father (who faked his own death basically) when he was 5 and almost always wears them as a comfort item.

Ai doesn't chose for his nails to be that long, they're claws. They grow back pretty quickly so he just gave up cutting them since they stop at a certain length, he just paints them now.

Yes his hair colour is natural, his older sister has it too. He has a good relationship with his sister. (Her names Gi, she's 28 and a paramedic)

Obviously Ai is a duelist. I'm uncreative so he tends to use dragon cards mainly (I know I know boring).

With relationship stuff, currently nothing yet. @renaakabane ships him with Astral though. Idk I think its kinda cute but I'm not entirely sure yet. Though she has me considering it.

He has one friend, Shark. Eventually he ends up becoming friends with Yuma, Astral, the whiny bitch that is Tori, ect, but Shark was one of the only people he really trusted.

The guys a fucking dragon so obviously I'm gonna give him dragon features. He does have the ability for wings but I never draw them. I drew them once, in a sketch, it looks bad, I was exhausted. I have drawn them though for a thing showing the detail of his dragon type. These are his:

The purple fade is because of healing, Ai tore both his wings at some point and thats basically them scarring. He doesn't know how to fly though so its fine. :)

This. I don't necessarily think these need much of an explanation.

I'll explain the fire thing though. Ai's type of dragon obviously has the ability to create fire. Its difficult to do but they can light their sweat, plus they have a gland in their throat that releases an odorless and colourless gas which they can light by creating a spark with their teeth. They're fire resist to a degree so they can still burn and can stand more heat than the average person but again they can't entirely stand it.

His type of dragon can hide their features to appear more human, hence this image where he looks relatively human:

He's a fucking dumbass though he is rather smart and strategic, he's a good student grades wise and is a good duelist too. Anything else? He makes dumb decisions and gets into trouble often. Dumb decisions include doing reckless stuff or eating flowers. Theres more dumb shit he does though.

I like drawing him like this:

He curses so often, isn't afraid to insult people and will physically fight them.

I also tend to go into mental detail with my OCs. Ai has ADHD and anxiety issues (such as PTSD and often has panic attacks, because I base my OCs off of myself a little. All of them have at least some element that reflects myself.)

His hobbies include: drawing, music (guitar, he cuts his nails every time before hand), dancing and dueling.

Ai likes dresses :) (Oh god old art. I really need to redraw this its terrible.)

My friends tend to go on about how its stereotyping because he's a gay guy and feminine but let a guy enjoy a dress come on, his sexuality is not the reason I designed him to enjoy that type of thing. I just wanna be able to draw him in a dress :(

Pretty sure I've gone through almost everything, I'll stop before it gets any longer haha. Thank you for letting me talk about him!

#oc rambling #answered asks #zexal oc #thanks for letting me ramble!#appreciate it #I wanted to talk about him so badly #since he's one of my favourite OCs

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sieunotes · 2 months

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sneak peek

❒ pairing - xayn

❒ word count - 529

❒ synopsis - xayn talks about how excited he is for his album

❒ time - 2024

xayn sits on a comfortable couch in a cozy studio, facing a camera that is recording his interview. he is wearing a casual outfit and a bright smile, looking relaxed and confident.

“are you sure you haven’t debuted before?” his manager asks him from behind the camera, sounding impressed by his performance.

“oh? no… i haven’t done this before,” xayn laughs softly, shaking his head. he still can’t believe that he is finally here, about to release his first mini album to the world.

“this is my first time doing this… should i try again?” he asks, feeling a bit nervous. he wants to make a good impression on his fans and the public.

“you’re doing perfect,” his manager reassures him, giving him a thumbs up. “you’re a natural at this.”

xayn nods, feeling more at ease. he takes a deep breath and looks at the camera with his sparkling eyes.

“the album refresh is a look within, it’s a piece of puzzle that i am willing to share with you all,” he says, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his lap. “it’s a very personal and emotional album that reflects my journey as an artist and a person.”

he pauses for a moment, remembering all the hard work and challenges that he had to overcome to get to this point. he feels a surge of gratitude and pride for himself and his team.

“i’ve been dreaming of debuting as a singer since i was a kid, and i’ve been working hard to make it happen. it wasn’t easy, there were many obstacles and setbacks along the way. but i never gave up, i always believed in myself and my music. and now, i’m finally here, ready to show you what i’ve got.”

he smiles, his eyes shining with excitement and joy. he hopes that his fans will feel the same way when they listen to his album.

“refresh is a celebration of my growth and my achievements, but it’s also a new beginning for me. it’s a chance to explore the other side of the pretty blue water that i’ve always dreamed of. it’s a fresh start, a new chapter in my life.”

he looks at the camera sincerely, his voice full of emotion.

“i want to thank you all for your support and love. you are the reason why i’m here, why i’m doing this. you are my inspiration and my motivation. i hope you enjoy my album as much as i enjoyed making it. i hope you can relate to my songs and my stories. i hope you can see the real me, the me that i want to share with you.”

he leans forward slightly, his expression warm and inviting.

“please join me in this adventure, let’s make some beautiful memories together. let’s refresh our minds and our hearts with my music. i promise you, it will be worth it.”

he smiles brightly, his eyes sparkling with happiness and anticipation. he raises his hand and waves at the camera.

“thank you for watching, this was xayn. i’ll see you soon. bye!”

the screen fades to black, leaving a lasting impression on the viewers.

#fake kpop oc #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop oc #fake kpop company #fake idol community #kpop oc #fake kpop soloist #xayndrabbles

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Vampire~! Wooyoung

ღBucket List event for @k-vanity ღPrompt: Explore an abandoned building ღPairing: Wooyoung (Hala Hala Era) x Reader (f) ღGenre: Vampire au + supernatural au, thriller au ��Inspo: Lost Boys (movie), Drink it by The Boyz ღWord Count: 2,548 ღWarnings: scary elements, mentions of blood, child abuse, violence, death ღRated: 18+ for intense, dark themes

ღSummary: You’ve always wanted to explore an abandoned building and this summer you’re actually doing it. You pick an orphanage that had been closed since the 70’s, aware of the myths surrounding it. What you didn’t expect was to find a vampire in the process.

ᲦDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a gal could have, you give me the best feedback, i love yous

ღAuthor’s Note: summer strikes me also as horror movie time, so I tried to incorporate both themes, I hope you enjoy~!

Incubus~! Hongjoong↬ | Anterior Chapter~! Wooyoung’s Past↬

It was summertime and you only had one thought on your mind: time to hit up your bucket list. The one idea you were most excited for was to explore an abandoned building. There was an orphanage that the locals swore was haunted. So with part skepticism and part interest in the unknown, you drove there.

You grabbed your bag full of important tools such as a flashlight, put your phone in your back pocket and slipped through a break in the fence. It took a moment for you to find a way in but eventually discovered someone else had smashed in one of the front windows, so you slipped in that way.

Once inside, you turned on your flashlight and looked around. The reception had faded paintings on the wall of cheerful characters but it didn’t seem spooky; simply abandoned. You meandered around a bit, pushing aside a swinging door, and followed a hallway, noting the small stickers that mimicked children’s footprints. How many children had followed this trail, wondering if they’d ever leave the orphanage?

You turned the corner with your flashlight raised high and the light reflected into eyes that shone a yellow ring like an animal. You screamed, the entity with the pair of eyes winced and you both flung yourself as far away as possible from each other.

“Oh my god, you scared me!” As it turned out, there was another human being with you in this abandoned building.

You raised your flashlight again, avoiding their face, to find that this wasn’t just a human being. He had tanned skin and dyed blonde hair but there was no mistaking his red eyes. You had stumbled upon a vampire in this abandoned building.

“Oh fuck,” You cursed softly.

The vampire gave you a toothy, cheeky grin. “First vampire, huh?”

“No, not my first vampire!” You denied immediately. You winced, that sentence sounding more dirty coming out of your mouth. “I just didn’t expect to find someone living in an abandoned building.”

“I don’t live here,” The vampire denied, “I just kinda, haunt it while it's daytime. For obvious reasons.”

“Well, I’m going to continue exploring, bye.” You gathered up your dignity and swung around another corner.

“If you want--” Your flashlight hit his torso, revealing that he was wringing his hands, “--I know this place like the back of my hand. I could show you the cool rooms on the sixth floor.”

You attempted to think of any half ass rules you might have absorbed about vampires but the only thing your brain can come up with is an old Fae rule where knowing a name meant power so you went with that. “What’s your name?”

“Wooyoung,” The vampire said, biting his lip and looking like a sad puppy begging for a treat.

“Wooyoung.” You pursed your lips to the side in thought, “You haven’t attacked me yet, so I guess I can trust you.”

Wooyoung nodded very quickly, “You can trust me. I promise I won’t feed from you. Unless you ask me to. And then I might be tempted.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not gonna happen. Lead the way, Oh Knowledgeable One.”

Wooyoung excitedly scampered ahead of you, making you curse as you stumbled upon debris to keep up with him. “Up these stairs, come on!”

After a few flights of stairs, your breathing caught up with you and you had to slow down. Something woosh-ed down the center of the stairwell and you looked upwards. Wooyoung’s blonde head appeared peeking over the railing for a moment and then disappeared. This was starting to feel less fun and more eerie. “Wait, Wooyoung, I’m not a supernatural being!”

“I’m waiting~” Wooyoung taunted you and you huffed in frustration.

You finally got to the sixth floor and a shiver went down your spine. The feeling was different up here. The reception had given you an abandoned vibe but you could feel something on the sixth floor. You swung your flashlight around to see if it gave you a hint of what occurred up here and you landed on a sign that said “Correctional Rooms”. You almost dropped your flashlight when you saw Wooyoung standing by the sign with his hands ruefully behind his back.

“They used to do all kinds of horrible things to the children here.” Wooyoung’s face spoke a thousand emotions: anger, sadness and regret. “Drug experiments. Electric shock therapy. Physical abuse for the children that simply wouldn’t let the first two happen. Can’t you feel the pain on this floor?”

You didn’t respond to Wooyoung but moved further down the hallway. You had heard all the stories. The horrible past Wooyoung was reciting and the rumors of the hauntings. It all seemed very real the way your goosebumps wouldn’t go away. Wooyoung followed close behind you. You gasped as your flashlight revealed a forgotten teddy bear. This was exactly what you were looking for and also nothing like you expected. The pessimistic side of you had been preparing to be very let down but you were not.

“No one ever comes here anymore. The ghost stories are sometimes a deterrent but mostly other people visit the same as you,” Wooyoung continued to fill the air with his chatter.

“Do you greet all your guests like me?” You said as a joke, in an attempt to dispel your fears.

“I don’t greet any of them,” Wooyoung responded.

You whipped around, not liking his tone, but he was no longer behind you. “Wooyoung?” You called out.

“You’re different.” Wooyoung’s voice seemed to float in the air.

“What makes me different?” You word vomit because you’re scared shitless now. What the fuck was going on?

“The other ones, they come here to mess with the ghosts. They aren’t here out of curiosity, they’re here to cause more pain. I don’t like them.” Wooyoung’s words should be reassuring you but they only make the hair on the back of your neck stand up more.

“Do any of the visitors leave this place?” You have the courage to ask.

“No,” Wooyoung informed you forlornly.

“Am I leaving this place?” You asked with your heart beating in your throat.

Wooyoung appeared before you suddenly, making you jump. He laughed but it didn’t sound jovial. “That depends. What did you bring?”

How the hell did he…? You swallow down your fear and reach for the bag you had brought with you. “I know it’s not a lot but…” You pull a stuffed dog and a “Missing You” greeting card. “I just thought, this place seems more sad than scary. If there were any ghosts, perhaps they might appreciate a new stuffed animal and to know that someone cared about them.”

Wooyoung’s eyes are sorrowful. "I don't think anyone has done that before."

You swallowed but there was no moisture in your mouth. "Does that mean you're not going to kill me?"

Wooyoung grinned with the side of his mouth, "No, I don't think I'll kill you today." That sentence wasn't reassuring either.

You placed the stuffed animal and the card on the ground, pushing away any dust or garbage with your jean jacket sleeve, and stood up slowly. Your eyes were on Wooyoung, trying to gauge him. His emotions were written all over his face but it was his intentions that were hidden.

“When you said you haunt this place…?” You let the question hang in the air, implications there for Wooyoung to read.

Wooyoung sent you a toothy grin, “You wanna test to see if I’m real or a ghost?”

You shrank away from him. “No thank you,” You declined softly.

The grin faded from his face and Wooyoung looked disappointed. “Oh, you’re no fun.”

There was something that didn’t sit well with you, however. “I can’t believe people come here with ill intentions.”

Wooyoung cocked his head, “Do you want to help me?”

You sent an unsure look to Wooyoung. “Help you how?”

“Help me here,” Wooyoung threw his arms out wide, “Be the tour guide.”

You paled at the suggestion. “You want me to lure people to their deaths?”

Wooyoung shook his head. “I’ll teach you about the orphanage, let you know certain details. You can charge people, it’ll be like a black market tourist attraction. And if anyone gets rowdy…” No visitors have ever left this place.

“Wooyoung, I’m not sure.”

Wooyoung’s eyebrows furrowed in determination. “People should learn about this place. This should never happen again. Help the souls here.” He reached for your hands. “Help me.”

You don’t have the ability to say no to Wooyoung at that point, so you do exactly as he suggests. Word of mouth spreads in your city that there is a guide that can take you through the famous abandoned orphanage. You start a snapchat to set up tours. It’s mostly teenagers and young adults looking to get spooked. But there are a few out of towners and tourists that get in on it too. You start to make a little side hustle during the summer.

“The final year that the orphanage was open was a time of pure terror,” You informed the two twenty-something guys and the girl hanging off one of their arms. “The adults in charge knew that their time for their experiments was running out, so they upped their ante. By the time the orphanage closed… there were no more children alive.”

The girl shivered and clung harder to the guy she was with. Which triggered the guy’s toxic masculinity trait. He snorted in disbelief. “This entire place is a hoax.”

The other guy, whether trying to prove he wasn’t scared either or trying to impress the two he was with, kicked down a door in excitement. “Fuck you ghosts!”

You winced at the loud noise. “Come on, hasn’t this place gone through enough?”

The guy with the girl grinned. He extracted himself from her grasp and followed the first guy into the room. You could hear them making a mess and damaging whatever was in that room. The girl just giggled, like it was typical boys being boys. You felt sick to your stomach.

You only had a glimpse of Wooyoung’s blonde hair and felt your clothes be pulled as if a gust of wind was going through you. Then you heard a loud BANG and a small whimper. The girl called out two names, tentatively moving towards the room. When she saw what was inside, she screamed and then was yanked inside the room as well. The door closed with a finality that made your insides crawl. You knew you had to make yourself look at what had occurred in the room. You had to see for yourself who exactly Wooyoung was.

Your mind couldn't function properly at first, in its own attempts to block out the horror. You identified the room as one where the orphans slept in. There were two beds opposite each other against a wall, one caved in in the middle and another upside down now. Children’s drawings had been ripped from the wall and laid face down on the dirty floor. It was sad for a children’s room, that much you knew, but it was made worse by the massacre. Three bodies surrounded Wooyoung, who was in the middle. When your eyes finally meandered onto him, he was wiping his lips with the heel of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek.

“Wooyoung,” You said his name in fear and in bewilderment.

Wooyoung smiled, tight and small. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You wobbled your ankle, trying to will your eyes to fall on anything but the twisted bodies on the floor. “How do you know so much about this place?”

Wooyoung refused to meet your eyes. “The spirits--”

“--what does this room mean to you, Wooyoung?” You cut him off. You wanted some straight answers to the theory that had been forming in your mind since you had agreed to play as tour guide and Wooyoung had taught you some very specific details about the orphanage.

Wooyoung breathed in and out deeply. “This was my room. I shared it with another boy, Yeosang. We--we went through a lot in this place but at least we had each other at the end of the day. Until… until I got adopted. I had to leave Yeosang behind. I vowed to come back but… by the time I was able to, this place was already shut down. And Yeosang was nowhere to be found. The records were purged, of course, this place was too nasty to leave anything behind. I hoped--” Wooyoung’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, holding in his sobs. “--I hoped Yeosang had got adopted too. But eventually--”

A shimmering form appeared in front of Wooyoung. The shape was roughly the size of a child, hitting Wooyoung mid-chest. “When I get out of here, you’ll follow me, right Wooyoung?”

Tears poured from Wooyoung’s eyes, except where there was water for a human, the only bodily fluid inside Wooyoung was blood. They made red rivulets down his cheeks. “I’ll follow you anywhere you go, Yeosang.” His hand moved to settle on the ghost’s head but simply passed right through it.

Your heart felt like it was tearing out of your chest. You had known, deep down inside, that the orphanage wasn’t simply a place that Wooyoung had ended up at. But you had never pried for any more information than what Wooyoung was willing to volunteer. But this was devastating to learn.

“You’ve done your best, Woo,” You said in a low voice. Your feet moved and you found yourself closer to Wooyoung than was necessarily safe.

“Have I?” Wooyoung’s eyes finally met yours. He was sad and it echoed in his eyes and also along his face.

You nodded. “Teaching others of this place, protecting the ghosts and showing no mercy to anyone who dare taint this place any further--you’ve done your duty.”

Wooyoung smiled again, this one bitter-sweet. “If only Yeosang could see me now.”

“I see you,” You said with as much assurance as you could muster.

Wooyoung wiped away his blood-tears and his eyes got serious. “Would it be gross that I wanna kiss you right now.” His eyes lowered to stare at your lips.

You pushed them inward and Wooyoung huffed a laugh at your attempt to hide them. “Is it gross that I kinda want you to kiss me?”

Wooyoung let out a bright laugh that almost seemed to banish the shadows in the room. “We’re weird.”

“Woo,” You said softly, cupping his face.

Wooyoung tipped his head and your lips met. His lips tasted metallic but they were gentle and his hands slipped along your waist. You broke apart but your foreheads remained touching. “I think I love you, weird girl who explores abandoned buildings.”

You couldn't help but laugh back at him. “I think I’m in love with you too, weird vampire who protects ghost children.”

Wooyoung’s hands gripped your upper arms suddenly, his eyes worried. “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

You swallowed, well aware of what Wooyoung was subtly asking. But just like when Wooyoung asked you to be the tour guide, you knew you did not have the ability to say no to him…

Incubus~! Hongjoong↬ | Anterior Chapter~! Wooyoung’s Past↬

#ksmutclub #kvanity #kbucketlist #ateezlovenet #jung wooyoung fic #ateez fic #jung wooyoung scenarios #ateez dark scenarios #ateez scenarios #ღatz #topaz's work #bucket list event series #because i was thinking one post per summer month #gives me shit to work on #this wasnt what i intended to do but it just kinda ended up like this #and im not angry about it

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higgity-diggity-dummy · 1 year

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These Strings that Bind Us

Synopsis:

Nico’s story (*cough* but really just the solangelo parts *cough*) in the “string tied to your soulmate” AU but with my own spin on it.

Strings are formed from any strong or irreversible bond (platonic or romantic, positive or negative) and people can have many of them. They can also fade over time and change to reflect the relationship itself. Strings are only visible to the person with the strong ties to the other person, so for something like unrequited love, only the one person would see the strong.

The soulmate string can be platonic or romantic, and you aren’t born with it. You can get the string by meeting your soulmate and spending a lot of time with them, bumping into them on the street, or when fate decides you should have a way to find your soulmate.

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Chapter 1:

The strings tied to Nico’s fingers reminded him of wedding bands. A commitment he that he couldn’t run away from. Not that he didn’t try. It was only by leaving it behind that the loss and tragedy would finally leave him alone, right? But his demons never failed to catch up with him. Whether it be his grief, his sins, or his regret, they found their way back to him.

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The first string Nico had was with him since birth. A bright yellow, tired on one end to his index finger, and on the other to Bianca’s.

He remembered how comforting it was to have that string. He knew that no matter what happened, they would always be connected. And he really needed that. That connection.

He was so dependent when he was a little kid. When their mother died, Nico clung to Bianca like a child to their mom’s leg. The string gave him comfort with the knowledge that she would always be there to care for him. Even when she left him for the hunters, he steadied himself with dim light of the yellow string tied to his finger.

She will come back, he thought. She can’t leave me behind forever. We’re linked.

Then, one day, while she was gone, the string turned gray.

As he watched the string fade in hue and felt his sister leave this world, he shut down. He stared at his index finger, head completely empty. Like the gods had turned the channel to static. Like Bianca was the only one who could keep the channel from being anything but static. And she was gone. And the rest of the world faded away.

It Nico found himself caught in the denial stage of his grief. He couldn’t cry for her, because if he did then that would mean really accepting that she’s dead; that the comforting glow of the string attached to his finger would never be seen again. That it would now and forever be eerily glowing a grim gray.

This brought him frustration. He blocked out the feelings of grief that crept in and replaced them with this anger. How dare this bond be ruined! Why would anyone make him deal with this? Whoever did this needs to pay for ruining his life.

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By the time Percy had returned from the quest, Nico was looking for any reason to believe that his sister was still alive. And hey, if Percy was alive, then she must be too, right? So he decided to face it with a smile on his face, ignoring the dim light cast by the rotten string.

But… when Nico heard those words come tumbling out of Percy’s mouth — “She fought to the very end” … “she loved you so much” … “she’s dead”—

She’s gone.

And it was real. And the emotions that came with it couldn’t be contained within Nico.

He knew that Percy didn’t bring the skeletons to attack him. Just like he knew deep down that he wasn’t responsible for Bianca’s death. But he needed someone to blame. He needed a villain.

“You’re trying to kill me!” Nico concluded. “You brought these… these things?”

But the guilty look on Percy’s face and the explanation on his tongue only made Nico feel worse. And when the skeletons started to attack him…

He didn’t want Percy to die.

He couldn’t let Percy die.

More emotions came to fight the old ones. The ground split open. Nico didn’t know how any of this was happening, but he knew it was because of him. He could save Percy…

There was something on his hand…

Deep and dark red. Like dirty blood. On his middle finger…

Percy didn’t see it. He didn’t share these feelings. He didn’t… he…

Nico shoved all logical thoughts and interpretations of this away. Percy was ruining his life. There’s nothing more to it.

“Go away!” Nico screamed at him. “I wish you were dead!”

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Nico didn’t realize how badly he needed Hazel until she had come into his life. Maybe he had brought her back from the dead, but without her… well, Nico had a pretty good idea of where he would be.

It was weird for them to have to go from strangers to siblings. Nico had to keep reminding himself to not treat Hazel like the “new Bianca”. He told himself that nobody could ever replace her after all, but he so desperately needed to fill the gaping hole in his life that Bianca left behind.

They had difficulties letting the other into their life. Too many people they loved left their lives, so they learned to not let anyone in, in the first place. With time though, the walls they built around themselves started to break down, or at the very least time to open their doors. They learned to do this together, as they talked about their past and their lives and eventually grew to not even needing to talk in order to enjoy the other’s presence.

As time passed and trust was built, Nico started seeing a faint glow of a pastel yellow string tied to his pinkie. A sibling bond, different from the first. He had first fully noticed this when the two of them were sitting on the roof of Pluto’s shrine. He pointed it out and almost instantly regretted it, fearing that it was another one sided connection. However, when Hazel looked down to her own pinkie and saw the string tied to it, she smiled. And Nico smiled back.

It wasn’t a hole in his life that Bianca left him. It was a scar. And this scar couldn’t be removed or fixed by another person, but it could become a less and less important part of the whole. Hazel pulled Nico out of the swamp of his grief and depression to help him see this. She reminded him of true connection and love, and that they were possible, even for him.

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Connection and love… why are those feelings so terrifying, yet enticing? And it’s not like he could ever feel them, for all they had to offer. He knew what he was, and he knew the world didn’t want him like that. But still… he couldn’t help but yearn for that type of relationship…

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The son of Apollo had surprised Nico. He had never paid much attention to him before, but he certainly didn’t expect Will to be such a stupidly optimistic and stubborn brat. He definitely didn’t expect him to make such easy conversation either. To make such easy conversation with him, Nico. And gods, was he not prepared for the joy that came out of that first interaction they shared. As much as he tried to make himself hate it, the butterflies rising in his belly were too much to ignore.

The boy found a bad excuse to touch Nico, and that touch of a hand lit the fuse. A soft glow. Rose gold and tied to his left ring finger.

Nico stared at the string, distancing himself from all possible emotions and thoughts in a futile attempt to not have to face this. To be able to run away. Like how he brute forced himself out of all other situations he didn’t want.

So he put on his mask. He rebuilt his walls and fortifications.

He met Will’s eyes and silently communicated “don’t say a word” to the boy who shared his string.

Will have a slight nod. Nico yanked his hand back coldly.

He would not let Will through his barriers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Author’s Notes:

Thank you so much for reading!!! I can’t promise frequent or consistent updates, but I do plan on finishing this one day. Plus school is killing me slowly right now and I want to crawl under a rock and decompose, so these next few chapters will probably take a while to crank out.

Also maybe don’t get attached to this writing style. It’s honestly been changing faster than a goth girl will change hair colors lol.

Any notes would be greatly appreciated and might pressure me to write faster so win-win <3

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#percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa #solangelo #solangelo fics #tw: sentence fragments and terrible grammar in an attempt to be thought provoking

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saiikavon · 1 year

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Now that I’ve had the night to kind of sit in it, I have more thoughts about Jounouchi’s death.

I’m gonna cry and scream every time that he got robbed, because he did, but that doesn’t make the writing bad. Marik’s conflict with the Nameless Pharaoh does not get resolved if he loses to Jounouchi, and the plot threads of Yami’s ancient memories don’t get tied up quite as neatly if Yami does not have that confrontation with Marik himself. Just as well, Jounouchi personally could not have avoided this duel for his own reasons - he needed to face up to Marik to try and help Mai.

It all makes sense. He was robbed by plot convention, but at least it was good plot convention. And at least as far as the sub goes, the story went “Well, he has to lose this one, but we’re gonna make damn sure no one at that tower forgets the name ‘Jounouchi Katsuya’ before he goes out.”

The dub makes it a lot easier to be angry about it, because the heavy editing and censorship doesn’t give him his due. Reasons as follows why Jounouchi’s loss had me incensed when I first watched the dub:

1) Censorship removed much of what he went through beforehand, including Ra’s Phoenix form literally burning him alive. Just Marik summoning Ra, followed by an awkward cut of Jounouchi standing in the fading smoke.

2) Dialogue. So much dialogue was changed that didn’t properly reflect the characters’ reactions to what was happening. Despite Marik’s obviously fear-stricken face, the dialogue he was given continued his gloating, the only true reflection of his original reaction coming in the line, “What? He’s still standing?!”

Kaiba, who 4Kids was determined to be flippant about everything all the time forever, says something to the effect of, “Wheeler’s performance was impressive. I guess he’s not a third-rate duelist after all.” Which was a fraction of the sentiment given in the sub.

Yami, who continues to be disallowed any sort of true emotional connection with his friends, doomed forever to be the distant mentor, just tells Yuugi, “We can’t give up, not when we’ve come so far,” while Yuugi cries over his lost friend.

3) Speaking of which, while Jonouchi Katsuya may have died, Joey Wheeler did not. His dialogue before the fall is mildly strained, but coherent, determined to end Marik’s evil, and when he falls, he is declared “Lost to the Shadows,” but still clearly groaning as his friends scream and shake his unmoving body. Removed is the moment where Mokuba declares that Jounouchi is no longer breathing. He’s fine, you guys, totally stable, just unconscious. Why is everyone screaming? No one reacted like this when it was Mai, what gives?

So yeah, not only was he robbed by plot convention in the dub, he was robbed of the impact it was also supposed to leave him with.

Seeing it in the sub was exactly the vindication I needed. I may hate that he lost, but that’s just personal bias, now; the sub gave him the recognition he’d earned. To see him still standing there feels a thousand times more satisfying when you got to see the fire surrounding him beforehand.

Marik’s gloating makes him look more the fool when you also get to hear how floored he is, when you get to see him nearly throw up (yeah the dub cut that bit out) because he knows he almost lost, when you get to watch him walk away and pretend like he doesn’t need a fucking change of underwear after all that.

It’s more satisfying when you hear Kaiba acknowledge him as a “true duelist,” the thing he’s been striving to be this entire time.

It’s more emotional when Yami is the one breaking down, because the only thing he truly wanted was to have his duel with Jounouchi. Getting his memories was a necessity, but the thing he wanted, his true goal, that was to have a final match between two true duelists.

It hurts but it also leaves Jounouchi with more power when the story allows him to be dead after that. He recovers, sure, we know that, but for a moment, his heart stops beating. And I can be proud knowing he truly fought to the end.

#ygo spoilers #ygo sub #ygo dub #salt #getting emotional about an anime character

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weakforarwen · 2 years

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The Wicked Day

I was going to watch this episode again, but in the end I didn’t. Knowing the amount of Arwen scenes that were cut makes me too mad to enjoy it anymore.

It was Arthur’s birthday, so Gwen was supposed to wish Arthur a happy birthday, but I think that scene was cut from the script. Gwen is Arthur’s girlfriend, yet we only see her observe the festivities from the sidelines, unbeknownst to Arthur.

When Uther passed away, Gwen was supposed to be there with Arthur, but that got cut, and during Arthur’s coronation she and him were supposed to exchange a meaningful look, which didn’t happen either. But it’s not like Arthur and Gwen had been counting down the days to Arthur becoming King so they could finally be together, or like Gwen was crowned Queen in the season finale or anything..

But the scene that makes me the angriest that it was cut is the one they actually shot: one of Arthur asking for Gwen’s opinion on using magic to heal his father. That deleted scene was so tender and important to Arwen, but more so to the plot. It showed that Arthur valued Gwen’s opinion above everyone else’s (by his own words), that he confided in Gwen and leaned on her (important if Gwen was to become Queen), that they kept up with each other (Gwen knew Arthur was to ride out with Merlin; they were a normal couple), that their relationship was an open secret (Arthur spoke to Gwen in an empty corridor but wasn’t bothered when they got “caught”), and that Arthur had his doubts as to whether all magic was truly evil or whether their judgement of it had been clouded by prejudice.

I seriously cannot understate how important that scene was, and it got cut. Had it been a Merthur scene, it would’ve made it into the episode for sure. Instead, we got more useless, lighthearted Merthur moments, the “funny” ones that add nothing to the plot or show anything we haven’t already seen.

But I digress. Uther quietly fading away this episode was a bold choice to finally end his reign. He could’ve died in the season 3 finale, and it would’ve dramatic and expected, but they let him stay on for another three episodes as a ghost of his former self. That was Uther’s punishment and Morgana’s revenge. It also raised expectations for Arthur’s reign, and was overall an unconventional choice.

But Uther was like a new man in the beginning of the episode only to be mortally wounded a few minutes in. I think his character deserved to go out with a bang and not a whimper. I don’t believe he should’ve died heroically, as the writers attempted, but rather in a way that reflected his legacy and importance in the series, as well as the various contradictory aspects to his character.

Uther was a terrible person who killed many innocent people, but he also cared for his people, fought for peace between the kingdoms, gave his all to Camelot, loved his son, Morgana, and his wife, and was right to be weary of magic and to protect Camelot against it. Magic may not be evil by nature, but many used that way for various reasons. Uther was smart in having the foresight to learn about magic. Under his rule, Camelot prospered. He was not a bad King.

Uther was a formidable character and the series suffered greatly from his loss; imo, Anthony Head was the best actor on the show. He and Arthur’s relationship also benefited Arthur’s character immensely, to the point where he regressed after his father’s passing. It was in response to Uther’s narrow-mindedness, carefulness, and coldness that Arthur often asserted himself and grew as a person, giving us a glimpse into the great King he ultimately failed to become; this was especially true when Uther’s influence opposed Gwen’s, who, in turn, was kind, and urged Arthur to follow his heart and become his own person.

I think the focus of this episode should’ve been more on Uther and Arthur, and less on Arthur and Merlin. But I’m sure the writers thought that ending the reign of someone who hated magic, and sought to abolish it, with them being saved by magic, was ironic and fitting. It would’ve been, had it not reinforced Arthur’s hatred of magic. Of course, Uther couldn’t have survived, and Arthur needed to become King. However, instead of challenging Uther’s legacy, they extended it into the beginning of Arthur’s reign, and I don’t believe that was a good idea. It would’ve been too easy to have magic fix everything and for Arthur to suddenly accept it, but all that was needed in the episode was for Arthur to question his father’s views of magic. Wouldn’t it have been better for Dragoon to not have gotten the chance to save Uther at all, leaving Arthur to wonder if his father could’ve lived had he made the decision to heal him with magic sooner?

Honestly though, Arthur wanting to save his father with magic was odd. Up until this episode, he’d not given any indication that he thought magic could be used for good. He’d never even seen magic being used to heal people, and his mom died from a spell meant to conceive him. This is why his talk with Gwen about giving magic a shot despite his history with it was so important. Now that I know that scene existed, I can’t enjoy the episode anymore.

Arthur turning to magic when the going got tough, but otherwise rejecting it, was a bit hypocritical, yet paralleled Uther’s decision to save Morgana with magic in season 3, or even Uther’s choice to use it on Ygraine which resulted in her death (Uther too died from magic). But it’s still frustrating that the show had another chance to challenge Arthur’s views on magic, yet decided to double down on why magic is dangerous and Arthur shouldn’t trust it.

Merlin has healed plenty of people with magic, yet in this episode even Gaius said it was too dangerous to attempt to heal the King - since when? Merlin finally had the great idea to show Arthur that magic could be used for good (we’re in season 4, so it was long overdue), but the show, as always, blew it.

There’s honestly little of interest in the episode. They had some good ideas, but the execution sucked. Arthur still hates magic, Merlin got his hopes up only to have them crushed again, Gaius tried to stop Merlin from doing the right thing (again), and Gwen/Arwen were sidelined, again.

At last, about Gwen, it was cute that she was worried for Arthur during the knife throwing routine, but didn’t she feel sad or uncomfortable being just a spectator on her own boyfriend’s birthday party? Her brother got to enjoy the celebrations but she was supposed to blend into the background. Did Arthur or Elyan even try to get her to enjoy herself? All she did was look after the man who killed her father, and watch and smile from the sidelines as her loved ones had fun...

#bbc merlin #bbc arwen #arwen #gwen pendragon #arthur pendragon #gaius #merlin #uther #the wicked day commentary #the wicked day

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Getting to explain Ferry's background and also the whole Drang thing to my Relink playing non Gbf friend

He agrees that Drang should tell her

This is fun, it's so nice to get to share these things with people who don't know them

aaah this is so so good!!! i'm so glad you could share those things with them <333

spoilers for Ferry's FE in Relink though:

personally going through Ferry's FE in Relink gave me the exact reason Drang hasn't been telling her though.

The FE goes that she meets a girl in town who's waiting for her lover to come back, and she made a blanket for him, wanting to give it to him.

but after Ferry investigates, she realizes the girl is talking about a guy who was gone to Dahli 15 years ago and never came back.

Because the guy died.

And because the girl is a ghost who died shortly after he left, and has been hanging because she just wanted to hold on to the thought of him one last time.

Once Ferry brings the blanket to the man's resting place, she learns the ghost girl knew all along that he was dead, she knew deep down. But she fooled herself because she wanted to hold on to the thought that he might return.

she fades away at this point, and Ferry comes back to Dahli to make a burial stone for her as well.

She reflects on how she connects to the girl, and how scary it is that once she accepted that the one she waited for was dead, she faded away right afterward.

Then she mentions that as she reflects on that, her pets are looking at her with worry. "I'm fine", she tells them.

But imo the loadedness of this FE is that even though now Ferry may know her sister is dead, the moment she will clearly know it, is the moment she risks fading away.

I think this FE is made to reinforce that. And i'm even more sure than ever that this is why Drang doesn't tell her. Especially with her pets genuinely being worried she might fade away.

so actually i came out of this FE crying my eyes out and also going "ok Drang has a point" because damn that was heartshattering.

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous #ichablogging gbfr #relink spoilers

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mokonahapuuuuuu · 4 months

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Box of Beauty - chapter three COMPLETE

He walked through the Plains of Asphodel, careful to put some dirt in his shoe unlike the last time.

Maybe he should have taken someone else to come along with him, since the Underworld was a tricky place. It was full of booby traps, but this was a journey for Neil, and Neil alone.

He was in love with Belle.

Everyone around him thought he could never love anyone else, only himself. She was at death’s doorstep, and he was walking in the Underworld to save her.

Whatever Hades’ realm brought him, he would fight until his last breath.

In a mausoleum, there on a display was a silver box. That must be the Box of Beauty. He picked it up. He could imagine every model in the world would go after this box.

As he walked back to the Gates of Hades, he felt a little weaker. His eyes widen as he saw his hand was aged and wrinkly. He saw his reflection on the Box of Beauty.

He had become an old man.

“No…!”

Was this the price of picking up the Box of Beauty? He and the rest of the gang went to the Underworld lots of times, it’s not like as if they got older after they left.

Maybe the Box could reverse all this. A little couldn’t hurt, would it?

The image of Belle lying on the cot went through his mind.

Hera’s voice ran through his head.

“If by any circumstances you use the Box first, it will not help Belle at all.”

Neil curled up his fist. Belle need it more to live. If that meant giving up his life and looks, so be it.

When he came back to the surface, everyone was so glad he survived the journey. They were all shocked to see that he aged that fast since they went to the Underworld all the time.

Hera indeed confirmed that if a mortal ever got the Box of Beauty, they would age faster.

Aphrodite placed a hand on Neil and hugged him.

Probably a good thing that the Box wasn’t that common. Maybe that was also another reason why Hera sent only Neil. The Box would have aged all of them.

He gave the Box to Apollo. The poison on Belle’s face was finally gone. All that was left was the great scar.

As Apollo opened the Box, a magenta light came out. He poured the contents onto Belle’s face. A flash of light went around the room, and Belle’s face was back to normal.

Everyone cheered, their friend was saved. Which is more than they could say for Neil. Though what he did today really surprised them all. They had no idea that he would act this selfless.

After he got the news about Belle, Poseidon came to the school to see her.

Poseidon walked up to Neil and Aphrodite.

“You risked your life saving Belle,” began the Sea God. “I’m grateful for all you’ve done for her.”

Neil nodded.

“Love is the strongest force in the Universe,” began Aphrodite. “Only love could cause people to put themselves so completely in harm's way, and then make the ultimate sacrifice. One's life.”

“Since you’ve saved my descendant, Aphrodite and I thought we should reward you,” continued Poseidon.

Neil’s brow raised. “How?”

Both Gods put their hands together over Neil, and soon, the model felt his vitality coming back to him. He got out his mirrors from his pocket.

He was back to his good looking self again.

He smiled and leaped into the air, cheering. He embraced Aphrodite. The rest of the teenagers joined him. At least he didn’t have to live his life out as an old man.

He thanked Poseidon as well for restoring his good looks.

Neil looked over to Belle. He saved her. Neil saved Belle, and everything was going to be alright.

He walked over to her cot and placed a hand on her healed face.

Her eyes opened. “Neil…?”

“Yes, Belle, I’m here…” he breathed.

Her smile faded away as she went back to sleep.

Once she was well enough to walk again, they were on the patio roof of the Brownstone.

“So, Hera told me it was you who got the Box of Beauty that made my face back to normal,” Belle began. “I’m glad that you made it out in one piece.”

“I was on my own down there, but I faced it all…!” He flexed his muscles. “I’m just glad you didn’t see me when I was an old man.”

They both laughed, but remembering when Fortuna turned him into a baby at her casino, perhaps seeing him at any other age magically would have been embarrassing.

They looked down to the ground once the laughter was gone.

Neil broke the silence as their hands intertwined. “We’ve been through so much together at this school, have we?”

“Yes…” Belle nodded. “We have.”

“And well, I’m just going to go on about myself, and the guys wouldn’t be surprised at all. I mean, you’re probably sick of it, too. I’ve learned so much about myself here. First Nemesis making me Golden Boy, and then becoming an old man. All I’m saying is, if we all didn’t come here to the school, I’d probably still be that self-centred diva.”

“And I’m glad I came here, too,” said Belle. “If I didn’t come here, I’d probably still be that unassertive girl. It wasn’t Pegasus, nor knowing that I was a descendant of Bellerophon that got me the confidence to go to the Olympics. It was you, Neil.”

He reached for her face again. All that time, people doubted that he could be a hero. Now he really was a hero, even to Belle.

Their eyes closed as he felt their lips brush into a kiss.

Their arms were around each other as they watched the sunset.

Out of all the places to be in his life, this was probably the best of them all.

#class of the titans

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sleepeven-deader · 3 years

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I won’t cry for you I won’t crucify the things you do I won’t cry for you See, when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary

I wanted to draw a little tribute piece for episode 154 of the magnus archives. It’s one of my favorite episodes and it has one of my favorite jonmartin moments…even though it’s really sad…

(Click for better quality)

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #know that this scene literally lives rent free in my brain #i think about it every damn day #the song is bloody mary by ladygag a #i love this song sm #those lyrics would make more scene if i finished one of my drawings for an...au i guess you could call it #where i based jonmartin's clothes off of bib lical paintings/statues #but sadly i never finished it #i made martin only a reflection bc in the legend of bloody mary you can only see her in mirrors #making him a reflection also gave me a reason to make him look more faded too #i wanted this piece to look like a book cover so i hope it does #the song bloody mary is about mary m agdalen #which is what im comparing him to #I'm also comparing him to the ghost bloody mary bc #jon at the end of s1 thought martin was a ghost and in s4 jon misses martin and hardly sees him kinda like a ghost #just to be clear #blood #bloody tears #eyes #eye horror #ask to tag #mag 154 #tma

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fic-writer-and-enjoyer · 2 years

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Red Painter

Summary: "When the night terrors stop being just like any other dream, desperation can drive to unthinkable things"

Pairings: Sam!Dad x Daughter!Reader, Dean!Uncle x Niece!Reader

Warnings: Self Harm, Blood, Swearing, Nightmares, Mentions of death

A/N: "Commissions are open, some requested one-shots coming soon!"

"If you want to be added to the tag list message me or comment!"

Word count: 4k-ish

Masterlist on my profile

You saw the fear in their eyes.

The terror that paralyzed their bodies.

The woman and the man clutched each other’s hands, begging for mercy. You observed how innocent their bodies looked when they hit the floor.

Raising your arms, you noticed their blood on your hands.

You watched as their last bit of hope faded away with each breath.

As you approached the mirror, you looked at your reflection, massacred, covered in someone’s insides, looking at you with a smile.

Black eyes staring back at you.

“Hey, hey... calm down, Y/N...” You heard your uncle’s voice, and you immediately got up in bed.

A dream… it’s just a dream… You realized while inhaling deeply.

You’ve been having these kinds of nightmares for weeks. Since you got possessed by a demon during a hunt. He took control of your body for several days until your father and Dean exorcised him out of you.

Although the demon possessed you for less than a week, he murdered over a dozen people. He derived on their deaths, making sure each time you went through his victim’s every broken bone and heard every muffled scream.

You could still feel their blood on your hands even after weeks had gone. Their lifeless faces followed you with every blink.

You blamed yourself for the demon’s every victim, but you were incapable of admitting it to your father or uncle.

“Are you ok? I heard you scream...” You looked at Dean’s tired face. You scanned the room for the other pair of worried eyes. When you didn’t spot your father, you looked back at the older Winchester.

“I’m fine, ok, really. Just I... I think, just...” You hesitated, “Nightmares, I guess.” You gave him an apologetic look.

You didn’t need to wake him up. He already had bags under his eyes and had trouble sleeping. You hoped not to be a burden during this challenging time. “Dad didn’t wake up?” You questioned your father’s absence.

The Winchester brothers were known for many reasons. Besides their hunting talent and strong head, they were also known for one more thing. Very shallow sleep.

If Dean got up, Sam should’ve as well.

Winchester grinned and moved closer to you. The tiredness left his face altogether, and his fake smile made you shiver.

“He woke up...” He nodded at the unconscious man lying next to your bed. “Not for too long,” not knowing if it was because of the lack of sleep or a sudden wake-up call. You didn’t notice your father lying two feet away from you.

Terrified, you looked at your uncle, who smiled as wide as he could.

“So Y/N ...” He sighed as his eyes turned black. “Where were we?”

You woke up in a completely dark room, desperately grabbing your throat. Nobody woke you, no one came, and you haven’t screamed.

Your heart was still pounding. You could barely see the faint outline of the bunker bed in your room.

Were you still dreaming?

Was it a dream at all?

You didn’t know. That terrified you the most.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, you turned on the table lamp. You tried to calm your unsteady breath while the heart rumble rang through your head.

You wanted to tell yourself that you were awake, that you were safe. Trying to feel the floor with your bare feet, you felt its texture and temperature. You couldn’t calm down. It felt like Dean’s black eyes were drilling through you every time you closed yours.

“You were sleeping. You need to calm down.”

You were mumbling to yourself repeatedly.

“Are you sure?” This time, you heard your father’s voice from behind you. Seeing a man covered in blood, standing on the other side of the room as you turned.

He looked like your dad, but you knew it wasn’t him. You watched him as he crept over to your bed, smiling, playing with a dagger in his blood-covered hands.

You tried to run away, to move and, to scream… but you couldn’t. You were stuck in one place as if tied to it, watching your father, standing by the edge of your bed.

“You know, Y/N, your mom and I had many, many shared memories and dreams. I loved her so much,” you could have sworn that for a moment, he showed sorrow, which quickly turned back into a lifeless expression.

“You know which memory is my favorite?” The corner of your mouth twitched. It hurt you listening to his breaking voice. Although you knew he was playing games with you.

“You know how your mother died?” He moved closer to you, making the distance between your faces smaller than a few inches.

“DO YOU?!” He screamed, and you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. You closely followed the dagger, waving barely an inch from your neck.

“She died…” He hissed with such disgust you have heard no one express. Despite it not being your father, the sound of his trembling voice broke your heart. “Because she gave birth to you...”

You could feel pure anger gushing out of every word from behind his clenched teeth. With each passing second, you saw the knife in his hand inch closer to your neck.

“No...” all that came out of you was a mumbled, hoarse sound.

“And you know what?! YOU WEREN’T WORTH IT!” He screamed, staring maniacally into your scared eyes.

“You weren't worth her bleeding to death!” He growled, putting a dagger to your throat,

“It wasn’t worth her dying in agony so you could breathe!” He pressed the knife down as he hissed at you with contempt.

“No, stop...” you said louder this time, choking on salty tears. “Please...” you pleaded while shaking your head.

“You’re not worth her.” You felt warm blood trickling down your neck.

You jumped out of bed, and you grabbed your throat, trying to find any trace, wound, or anything that would confirm the visit of a demon in your room.

It couldn’t be a dream.

Everything felt so real.

You thought you could still feel his dagger against your throat.

You put your hand under the pillow on which you were sleeping. You tried to feel the cold material of the cushion to calm yourself down.

You stopped moving it when you suddenly felt the sharpness of your dagger. You always kept it with you, just in case.

Is this happening?

You touched the blade and hesitantly removed it from under the pillow.

You had to be sure.

Is what I feel real?

You pressed the dagger to your wrist, exhaling quickly and cutting the skin on your forearm.

A sharp wave of pain woke you up.

After a second thought, you moved the blade again, this time slashing deeper. Blood began to weep from the wound. You let out a sigh of relief.

It’s happening.

I’m safe.

Ironically, the sight of blood helped you relax. After a while, you wiped the cut and put the dagger away. Forcing yourself to close your eyes and turn off the light, you laid down and fell asleep.

That night you dreamed nothing more.

***

The next day, you followed the scent of burnt pancakes that, as you guessed, were supposed to be your breakfast. As you entered the kitchen, the odor struck you unpleasantly, filling your nostrils.

“Holy shit...” the curse slipped out of your mouth as you saw your uncle scoop the burnt cake out of the pan. He squinted at you.

“Language,” he grunted, scraping the burns off the pan. “Turned around for a second to watch Dr. Sexy and Boom. Can’t trust anything these days ...”

You giggled as you walked over to him and took the utensils, trying to save his unsuccessful attempts to clean the dish.

“What is that?” He asked, pointing to a long fresh slash on your forearm. You froze with a spatula in your hand, looking at him with a slight concern.

“Nothin’...” you preferred not to talk to your uncle about the aftermath of the hunt. You’ve already heard enough, “I told you so” recently. The hunt was a soft spot between you two, and you weren’t going to add another argument in his favor.

“Mhm, and I’m Queen Elizabeth. Let me see,” He grabbed your wrist and turned your forearm to get a better look. He looked up and scanned your face with a serious expression.

“Sam! Come here quick,” Dean yelled, calling your father. Great.

“I said it’s nothing.” you tried to free your hand as your father entered the kitchen.

“What’s up” Sam sent his brother a questioning look as he continued to chew on the sandwich he was holding. Dean lifted your forearm with a telling look. Your father put the sandwich on the counter and took your hand, confused. “Y/N, did you do that?”

You shook your head and sighed as they released your hand. Both brothers looked at you with concern, waiting for your answer.

“If Dean would’ve let me explain...” you grunted, “He would’ve known that I cut myself with a coat hanger last night” the smooth lie made your uncle roll his eyes

“Coat hanger, my ass...” He huffed while looking at your hand. Sam seemed to sigh with relief.

“Why would I do this to myself, then...” You questioned Dean. He just looked away in embarrassment before shaking his head

“Teenagers…” he cleared his throat and returned to bustling about the kitchen

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go change.” You took a couple of ready pancakes from one of the plates and shoved one of them into your mouth, smiling playfully, "and I’ll try not to get involved with a rack this time,” you said with your mouth full and winked jauntily.

Your dad chuckled as you left the kitchen, and Dean just mumbled something about how awful kids are these days.

***

The following nights were like the latter. Waking up from a nightmare, panic attacks, calming down using a blade. Sometimes two cuts were enough, sometimes 10 or more.

The texture of blood on your fingers was like air to you. When the entire world spun around you, it helped you breathe and think.

Some days you would cut after arguing with your father, and other times after a bad day at school. When you felt overwhelmed, it sobered up your thoughts.

You weren’t doing anything wrong, right?

After all, minor cuts were better than what your family used as coping mechanisms. Drinking their thoughts away and losing themselves in the shooting range.

You chose the better alternative.

It was your way of taking care of yourself, of them.

***

“Oh, fuck you… You’re just a sad and lonely old man who has an issue with someone being honest!” You yelled as you ran out of the main room, trying to escape your fight with Dean. Again.

They were more frequent over the weeks. You pushed yourself away from your family, trying to hide the panic attacks and reoccurring nightmares from which you had suffered. Secrets that had been getting bigger and bigger disconnected you from the ones you cared about.

You were becoming less comfortable in the bunker every day. You didn’t know if it was still your home.

“Y/N M/N Winchester, get back in here!” You could tell he was furious. This time, you hit the spot. Your fight started caused by some minor thing about the case and quickly turned into a confrontation. It always gets heated between you two. You were just sick of him. Of everything.

“Fuck you!” You slammed your room door and kicked it. You weren’t sad. Oh no, you were pissed off, furious. So frustrated that you could take it out on anyone.

You knew your uncle wouldn’t come trying to ease things out for some time. He’d want to cool down first. Both of you tended to say awful things that you would regret later. You two had a silent agreement to stop the fights early on, not letting things escalate even more.

Frustration took over your body, throwing books, pillows, and everything laying in your way.

Maybe it was a family thing, having awful anger management issues.

The spinning feeling in your head didn’t help soothe you as you laid down.

You found yourself holding your dagger, pressing it hard onto your right forearm.

One

Two

Three

Breathe

You exhaled deeply as you felt the hotness spread over the cuts.

Breathe Y/N, breathe.

Realization hit you as you opened your eyes in horror. Looking at the growing red stain on the white sheets.

Fuck.

Dean was supposed to come here. You didn’t know when he could’ve been on his way to your room or opening another beer.

You had to clean it up. The sheets, yourself, your clothes. You had to be quick and stop the goddamn bleeding.

Without hesitation, you wiped the blade on the edge of your shirt and hid the dagger under your bed. You just had to go to the bathroom quickly, right? Just wash your clothes, change the sheets with no one noticing, and somehow wash them before Dean sees it.

You were in deep shit.

In no time, you were in the bathroom washing your wounds and changing into a sweater.

Faster, please faster.

You begged in your head while bandaging the cuts. You couldn’t let Dean see them. Anyone but him.

“Y/N?!” You heard your uncle calling your name.

Fuck.

“Y/N, why is there blood on your bed?!”

You couldn’t lock the door because you realized he’d break it down without hesitation. Coming up with a Plan B was your only option.

You took off your pants and sat on the toilet, taking one pad from the cabinet. You bent over your stomach as Dean burst into the bathroom.

He froze seeing you on the toilet. You threw the pad onto his chest as he realized what it meant.

“Thank you for telling everyone I’m on my fucking period,” you grunted as the embarrassed man slammed the door shut and mumbled an apology.

You hated lying to him, but you told yourself it was better for all of you. You knew he was just worried, that he didn't mean to hurt you.

But you convinced yourself that if you handled this on your own, it would be better for all of you.

You knew the truth would hurt them. Not knowing you were doing it yourself.

***

During the last month of spring, you easily managed to wear long-sleeved flannels, sweatshirts, and sweaters without arousing any suspicions. Covering your hands this season was normal, right?

You were drenched, wearing a sweatshirt and a T-shirt. The first hot day of the year turned out to be your undoing.

You knew that in summer, you had to find other spots on your body to presume your habit. You just didn't expect that the heat waves would come so quickly.

You and Dean have been giving each other the silent treatment for two days now. You haven’t spoken a word to him and it seemed like he wouldn’t bother to do so either.

Sam already gave you a lecture on how you shouldn't talk like that to either of them. But you weren't going to apologize to older Winchester, not in a million years. He was too stubborn too, so you were just ignoring each other. The game of who will break first. It definitely wasn’t gonna be you.

You were already sitting in the library reading Volume III of some series about Demonology when the brothers entered the main room. You smiled at your father, completely ignoring your uncle. Sam looked at you in surprise and gesticulated at your clothes.

"Aren’t you too hot in that?" You shrugged as you scanned Winchester’s clothes, both of them were wearing only T-shirts, which is the least you have seen them wear, probably ever. And yet they were still visibly hot

"Nah..." You replied casually.

You. Were. So. Fucking. Hot.

You felt your T-shirt being completely soaked and drops of sweat forming on your forehead.

“You look sick...” your father replied, touching your forehead with his hand and checking your temperature. “You’re awfully hot and soaked. Take the hoodie off. You’re gonna get overheated.” You just nodded at his request, expecting them both to go back to their conversation.

Hearing the still-present silence, you looked up, confused.

Your father stood over you, waiting. Dean’s gaze was drilling right through you. You can’t take your sweatshirt off. You have to think of something. Now.

“I’ll pass. I don’t know about you guys, but extra layers are just fine.” You smiled faintly, wanting them both to drop the subject.

“Y/N...” You heard your uncle’s voice for the first time in two days. You looked at him in surprise. You didn’t feel the satisfaction you thought you would when he broke the silence between you two.

“I said I’m fine,” you said through gritted teeth. Maybe if you’d fight again, they’ll let it go. Dean walked over to Sam and leaned on the table in front of you. You wanted to bury yourself in the chair, surrounded by Winchesters scanning you with their eyes.

“Y/N, take it off,” your dad ordered

“No.” You said stubbornly, looking into his eyes, because what are they going to do, force you?

“Take it off, or we’ll take it off of you,” Dean said firmly, eyeing you up and down. Fuck. You had no choice. Maybe you can manage out of this somehow. Think, think...

Your dad took your wrist. You raised your other hand in a sign of defeat.

“Ok, just because you asked so nicely” You tried to lighten up the mood but they both kept their expressions serious.

You picked up the sweatshirt from the bottom, putting it over your head. You took it down to your elbows, shrugging casually.

“Take it all off,” Sam ordered crossing his arms over his chest.

You didn’t know what he expected, but definitely not what he saw as you removed your hoodie.

Before that day, you didn’t wonder what this part of your body looks like to others. You hadn’t thought about how they would react when they saw your wounds because you assumed it would never happen.

Dozens, if not hundreds, of cuts, scrapes, and burns covered your forearms. Showing it made you realize how it actually looks.

“Oh God...” Sam whispered emptily. You knew you let him down. He wasn’t supposed to worry. Everything going on in your head was supposed to stay there without tormenting your family. Pain and shame paralyzed you. You felt tears run down your face.

Your father fell to his knees in front of you and gently embraced your hands.

“I’m sorry...” was all you managed to say as you gasped for air between the sobs.

You failed him.

You failed them.

“Y/N baby…” He said, then kissed your wounds. The new ones from yesterday, the minor scratches from pens or fingernails, the already healed wounds, and the recently made ones. He kissed them as if they would vanish after it as if he could heal all wounds by holding you.

You felt Dean hugging you from behind, stroking your hair gently. You rested your head against his belly, sobbing harder and harder. Sam hugged your hands, stroking them gently while Dean rocked you, letting you let everything out.

They stayed like that until your breathing stabilized, and you sniffed loudly.

“I still see them…” you mumbled, looking into your father’s sad eyes. “Everyone I’ve killed, sometimes I can’t tell the difference between what he showed me and what’s really happening,” You breathed shakily as you turned to Dean. “It makes it go away,” you shuddered, remembering the black eyes from nightmares.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, bug,” sighed the older Winchester, stroking your shoulders. “I’m sorry for being so harsh.”

“No, I’m sorry I- “you gasped. “I’ve let you down. You shouldn’t have seen it. None of this is your problem” You rubbed your eyes as you let go of your father’s hands, and he sighed deeply.

“Y/N, look at me,” He said, moving loose strands of hair from your face, putting one hand on your shoulder. “I have nightmares too. Pretty nasty ones and visions of everything that happened. “You looked at him with glazed eyes, “And I know it hurts more than words could ever describe it” He stroked your cheek. “But I also know that I wouldn’t manage. I wouldn’t be here if I was going through it alone.”

You exhaled shakily, taking Dean’s hand, feeling their warmth. And for the first time in weeks, truly experiencing their presence. “And it gets easier, it really does. I know, I have you, I have Dean. And that helps me get through it. “

The older Winchester squeezed your hand as he felt another teardrop fall on it. “None of this is your fault. You hear me? And don’t say that what you feel is a problem. It’s our job to be here and take everything with you. Because we’re family. “

Sam wiped another tear from your cheek as your lips twitched. You saw Dean kneel next to you, looking gently into your teary eyes. “And it’s gonna be hard. Hell, probably even worse. But you don’t have to take it all on yourself. You don’t have to hurt yourself to live through it. We’ll be here walking with you every step of the way. “He hugged you as your eyes began to tear up again.

Being embraced by your family, the weight on your chest and shoulders slowly getting lighter. You felt safe and genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

And you finally felt like you could get used to it.

Masterlist.

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I forgot if I sent this request? But Zhongli breeding his bunnyperson lover while they’re in heat?? pleaseee?

Ask and ye shall receive! Yeah, this was the first zhongli breeding request I got so(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

Dragon at the Top, Rabbit at the Bottom Summary: The first time you invite Zhongli to join you in your heat, he had ran away, years later him joining you for your heat was something that was established without any need for a contract.

As the God of Marriage and Harvest, you had no shortage of followers and worshippers. This abundance had greatly contributed to your survival during the Archon Wars and the subsequent fall out of the Tragedy of Khaenri’ah. Of course, your affair with the God of Contracts and Lord of Geo had contributed to your continued survival as the Ancestor of the Rabbit Clan, and Liyue’s God of Marriage and Harvest.

Though you had no qualms in displaying your indomitable strength to those who would challenge you, your lazy nature and natural rabbit inclinations had led you to be neutral towards worldly affairs. In a sense, you had only interacted with the mortal world and fellow gods on a work basis, in mortal terms you were a workaholic god. Where others would have been dissuaded by your nature, Morax had been enamored.

To him, you were dedicated to your worshippers and followers. Your good work ethic was a reflection of your appreciation for following contracts. Simply put, in Morax’ eyes you had no discernable faults thus you were desirable as a lover.

The memory of him appearing right before you in that bamboo forest was one of your most interesting memories. Primarily because it was the first time you had ever seen a dragon come into a rabbit’s den in the middle of their heat. It had brought you endless amusement, seeing Morax’ calm serene eyes marred with panic once the scent of your head began to permeate the air of your den.

The outer sleeves of your hanfu had slipped over, revealing the smooth expanse of your skin, a solid evidence of your life that was devoid of hardships. At the same time it was an evidence of your strength that no one had ever been able to over power you. Your long silk like hair was spread out on the soft cool wood of your den’s floor.

“To what great pleasure, do I owe the Geo Archon to have come to my abode without any invitation?” You greeted him, eyes half-lidded with lust as you maintained control of your lucidity.

“That-I-” Morax stammered as he tried to look away from your enticing form that was sprawled out elegantly on what he could only surmise as your nest, “I would like to invite you to see the first lantern rite with me...however I had been re-” His words faded as his eyes were drawn to the rustle of clothes.

Your inner sash was untangled causing your inner robe to slip down and reveal the smooth expanse of your chest, twin red peaks perked up as you smiled at him, “You were?”

“I wasn’t aware that it was your heat…” He gulped and averted his eyes, the red tips of his ears were the only indication that he was embarrassed.

“I apologize for the intrusion, I’ll be taking my leave.”

“I would not mind if Lord Morax would stay and...help me out in my heat?” You had teasingly offered him, your red eyeliner and red lips added to your seductive charm, the twitch of your long black ears gave you a playful look.

“...” His eyes widened before he abruptly turned around and left in a hurry.

You blinked, surprised at his action before your loud laughter echoed in your den. You sank in your soft nest and hoped to see that sort of expression on his face once more.

In his abode, Morax tried to calm his racing heart, he could feel the heat on his face and the slight hardness in his dick. It was the first time he had ever been exposed to such a potent scent of heat.

“Things must be done in order…” He reminded himself as he tried to banish away the images of your alluring half-naked body from his mind.

And yet as he uttered those words, Morax could not help but remember your soft teasing voice inviting him to experience worldly pleasures. Your soft laughter and this hidden side of you somehow tickled his heart.

Liyue, 3600 Years Later

The soft moans and distinct sound of flesh slapping could be heard loud and clear within the halls of your residence. You made no effort to stifle the sounds of pleasure that Zhongli easily coaxed from your mouth. Your hair was in disarray, a tangled mess that only served to make your naked body even more erotic in Zhongli’s eyes.

Your nipples were red and wet from Zhongli’s earlier ministrations, he was truly good with using his mouth not only in sharing Liyue’s history but also in his ability to apply the exact amount of pleasure necessary to make you come from his bite alone. The twitch of your black rabbit ears with each hard thrust of Zhongli’s hip made him aware of how much you were feeling.

His thick monstrous cock was scraping the insides of your slutty hole, making you arch your body from the pleasure that emanated from each thrust that hit your sensitive spot. Your nails dragged a long line of scratch on Zhongli’s back as you came from another bout of pleasure, instinct driving you to clamp on Zhongli’s cock to ensure that his seed would be buried deep inside you.

You felt his arms hold you as your body was lifted from the soft floor of your nest. The sudden change in position gave you a micro orgasm as the head of his cock brushed past your sensitive spot.

“Why haven’t you come yet?” You mumbled in his ear, softly whining from the lack of his thick come filling you.

You felt, rather than saw, his smirk as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. His dragon part took over from his human self as he answered, “You know that this year’s heat is more potent than the last, if I spilled all of my seed inside you right now you would definitely end up pregnant, my dear.”

His sharpened nails softly went down your back, before settling on your ass cheeks and spreading it, Zhongli continued speaking, “Or is it that you want to bear my children now? Would you like that, changing from the God of Marriage and Harvest into the God of Marriage and Childbirth?”

His soft sultry voice made your insides twitch in interest, your breathing becoming hard as the next onslaught of heat came again.

“Shut u-!”

Zhongli had lifted you up and slammed you into his dick, causing you to moan and once again sink into the haze of lust. Saliva dripped down the sides of your mouth as Zhongli repeatedly slammed you, in time with him raising his hips, into his cock doubling the pleasure you felt with each thrust that had you moaning lewdly.

Each thrust had you begging him for more, uncaring of the lewd face you were making which was a far cry from your usual composed face. You no longer knew nor cared for what you were asking from Zhongli, your mind was only focused on his thick cock that repeatedly slammed inside you, hitting your sensitive spot again and again, each thrust throwing your mind deeper into the haze of lust.

Zhongli’s grunts and moans mixed with the squelch of your wet hole as his cock impaled you again and again, scraping your insides and making you long for the feeling of his thick seed.

His hand went up to your tail and squeezed it, making you moan louder just as he thrusted into you before letting a thick load of cum inside your hole right as you came. You cried his name, your arms reaching out for him, wanting to be held as you rode out your orgasm.

And Zhongli, the perfect lover that he was, obliged and held you close to his chest. Opting to rest for a moment as he kept his cock sheathed inside you. He kissed you softly on your mouth while his hands wandered through the smooth expanse of your body feeling its softness before it settled in the dip of your waist.

“Mhmm...You’re already loose enough for my next form…” Zhongli told you and you hummed softly, baring your neck as you felt him transform his body to ensure that he would be able to breed you.

Had you been outside your heat, you would have flushed over Zhongli’s handsome form, one he wore in public as Rex Lapis, but with the heat clouding your reason you could only position yourself invitingly to him. Spreading your legs wide and lewdly inviting him to take you, to breed you with all his might.

Gone was the mortal shell he wore, adorned on top of his head were two horns, his pupils had turned into the slits of a dragon, his teeth had gone sharp, his hand up until his forearm had turned into the smooth scale of a dragon.

His dick had grown thicker and longer, split into two and both were leaking thick droplets of cum that had you biting your lips in anticipation.

“Yánwáng Dìjūn” You called him sweetly, arms outstretched for an embrace and Zhongli sank into your wet hole and into your embrace.

He inhaled the scent of your heat and pheromones that smelled like sandalwood, a comforting scent that never went away from the days before the Archon Wars and its aftermath. This was your scent that never failed to bring him peace, an everlasting scent that lingered for decades.

He moaned at the clench of your hole, biting your neck as your sharp nails dragged long lines on his back. He kissed the spot he bit as your legs hugged his waist, the sensation of his two dicks scraping your insides as it gushed out slick only served to fuel your libido.

Each thrust of his hip brought you immense pleasure, hitting your sensitive spots that had you losing yourself to the haze of lust. Everything in you felt on fire as Zhongli gripped your waist, thrusting his two thick and long cocks inside you again and again all the way. His balls slapping your buttocks making obscene sounds as your wet cavern squelched from the combined liquid of your slick and Zhongli’s previous cum. The sudden loss of his cock filling you inside went unnoticed as he turned you around to lay on your stomach, ass up and presenting your wet and loose hole that was dripping his and your cum into the silk sheets of your nest.

“Yánwáng Dìjūn?”

It was all you could say before you moaned loudly from the force of his dicks slamming inside you, making his thick load of cum from earlier spurt out of your hole.

“Fuwaaa~ahn!”Your broken moans only made him grip you tighter as you clung onto to sheets for your dear life, you felt your hole clench just as the comforting weight of his body enveloped your smaller frame.

His hand wandered to your chest, pinching and twisting your glistening and reddened nipples as his cocks repeatedly thrusted into you.

“Inside me-!” You moaned as Zhongli bit you and unloaded his thick white cum inside of you. The rest of his come dribbled down the insides of your things while some fell into a puddle below your hole.

Zhongli’s pants filled your ears as he gripped you into a hug. His hand then reached downwards to your hole, scooping some of his come into his hand and presenting it into your mouth.

You opened your mouth as his fingers went near and moaned as his fingers began fucking your mouth.

“As the new God of Childbirth, you have to lead by example” Zhongli whispered as you tasted his sweet cum in your tongue, he kissed the back of your neck, “Bear my children.”

Your hole twitched in interest, as you swallowed his cum. You reached for his cocks, noting that it was already hard again, perhaps it was the from the orgasm or maybe it was due to your heat but you found yourself uttering words you would never have dared,

“How bold, for a mere element like you that merely ascended by chance to demand such a thing from a God like me.”

Soon you found yourself being fucked once more, harder and faster, feeling Zhongli’s annoyance and even then you knew that he was still holding back. Nothing like the beast that he truly was beneath the years of knowledge he had gained from achieving the pinnacle of cultivation.

He chanted your name as he impaled his cocks in you again and again, making you throw away all your aloof dignity as you moaned and begged him for more, begging him to fill you up with his seed and show his might.

Zhongli didn’t stop thrusting as you came again and again from his cocks, he didn’t stop even when he came losing himself to the thought of breeding you and dominating you.

His cocks didn’t stop filling you and when your hole couldn’t take it anymore, he fucked your mouth, repeatedly thrusting his two cocks and spurting his come down your throat multiple times as your hole twitched from the jade pillar he had plugged it with to keep all his come inside.

Your face was stained with his come, some of it staining your hair. Your belly was filled with his come and Zhongli had shown no signs of stopping anytime soon. As you felt him come for the nth time you slowly felt your consciousness slip away, the edges of your vision darkening as you tasted the familiar sweet taste of his come fill your mouth.

‘Ah~ I really provoked this dragon this time~’ You thought with mild amusement.

You were quite sure that once your heat was over, you would end up pregnant with his child.

When Spring arrived in Liyue, the entirety of Liyue Harbor found the esteemed consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Zhongli, holding a visibly pregnant lady in his arms. Their belly was large and round, showing despite the considerably loose hanfu they wore but the most eye catching part was the possessive and caring way Mr. Zhongli cared for his pregnant spouse.

From the tips of their inky black hair to the pearls and gems that adorned their rabbit ears, the citizens of Liyue knew that Mr. Zhongli would have a litter of children. He had after all impregnated the most and highly esteemed race descended from Liyue’s God of Harvest and Marriage.

Unbeknownst to the town people, and only known to those who had a sharp sense of smell, the state of your pregnancy did nothing to stop Zhongli from breeding you repeatedly every night, everyday and in every opportunity that was presented to him. Even now as he assisted you in taking your daily walk in the boulevard, Zhongli was pleased by the flush on your cheeks.

It was after all the sign of you feeling the slow drip of his come from him fucking you earlier in one of Liyue’s seedy alley. His adepti powers concealing the act from everyone.

“I can’t wait once you give birth” He whispered into your ear as he hugged you from behind.

Your heat was long over, but the feeling of his cock as he discreetly rubbed it against your ass made you feel like it had returned.

“Mmmm...it’s going to be a long winter then…” You replied absentmindedly as you leaned on his chest. You felt your hole twitch in interest as Zhongli’s hand slipped underneath your skirt, you bit back a moan, pretending that nothing lascivious was happening. Idly, as Zhongli began preparing you for another round of breeding, you remembered that dragons had heats too.

And as you felt his cocks enter you easily, you lost your train of thought and fell into the haze of pleasure as Zhongli fucked you again.

#zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #R-18

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