#returant au

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One of these days I WILL draw remy as a chef with a chef hat cooking I swear 

#yes I needed to specify each compoment of the pice #you WILL share my vision #its probably been done before #returant au #virgils a regular #janus a food consultant #desleepxiety ensues #ts remy #remy sanders #sanders sides

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i'm still (yes, still!) thinking about the fits hashira au remix where ayame is the sabito to tanjirou's giyuu, and...

the rengoku family.

ayame's story has always been intertwined with the rengokus, and this au is no different. we still have shinjurou, kyoujurou and senjurou, but maybe ayame's shishou is shinjurou this time.

shinjurou finds ayame not long after her entirely family is slaughtered. he isn't quite as cynical as we see him in canon, so he offers to train her. he makes her his apprentice, and she trains alongside kyoujurou in those early years.

ayame is a year older than kyoujurou, but she teasingly calls him senpai. he's been training with shishou longer than she has, after all! between her training sessions with kyoujurou under shinjurou's steadily clearing eyes and helping them look after senjurou, she finds her smile after a couple years.

sometimes she leaves to train with tanjirou - with shinjurou's and urokodaki-san's blessing, of course. kyoujurou is hard-working, but shinjurou knows the importance of constantly sparring with a peer. he still thinks his apprentice and son have no talent for swordsmanship, that they would be better off doing something else, but it eases something within him to know that kyoujurou will have ayame to look out for him.

shinjurou never imagines ayame wouldn't come back from final selection.

senjurou is the one who greets tanjirou at the entrance. it's been a week after final selection and shinjurou already has a sake bottle in hand when he stumbles out to the genkan with kyoujurou.

instead of his apprentice, it is urokodaki-san's boy standing before him. he holds out ayame's seigaiha kimono with shaking hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.

ah, shinjurou thinks. so she died after all. just as he suspected, breath of flame simply isn't powerful enough.

"i'm sorry," whispers tanjirou.

shinjurou lifts his sake jug to his lips and takes a long drag. the bitterness in his throat, he tells himself, is merely the alcohol.

kyoujurou unfreezes himself. he pulls a crying senjurou into his arms, mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

"how?" he asks, even if the answer is plain to see.

"there... there was an oni. i was - i was injured, and she - she protected me. she took my mask and my - and she... she protected me. she protected everyone."

"ridiculous," shinjurou growls. "utterly useless."

at her strength, she should have known better. he thought he taught her better than that, but he was wrong. he should have known better; he wasn't a teacher. the only things he could teach fell apart when it mattered most.

what good is a flame hashira when they can't even protect what matters most?

he always knew she would never become a hashira. he just never thought she would fail to become a demon slayer.

"it's my fault," tanjirou sobs.

"no." shinjurou takes another swig of bitter, bitter sake. "it was her own fault. she was weak, and now she's dead."

"chichi-ue," kyoujurou gasps, pressing senjurou's face into his shoulder to muffle his brother's sobs. "don't say that about ayame-neesan!"

"don't be absurd! she was never going to amount to anything!" of course she wasn't. she was his apprentice. "of course she died. she was merely average. stop your pathetic crying."

perhaps this will serve as a lesson to kyoujurou. he should throw away his ambition of becoming a demon slayer. just like ayame, he wouldn't even survive final selection.

shinjurou spirals.

he drinks enough to blackout when kyoujurou leaves for final selection anyway. he doesn't try to dissuade him. let him learn that lesson the hard way.

kyoujurou makes it back - alive - but shinjurou knows it must be luck. sheer, foolhardy luck. none of his students will amount to anything.

he drinks to forget, but he always remembers.

until one day he can't even fulfil his duties. kyoujurou steps up, fiercely and without hesitation. a fool.

an idiot.

(he is as much shinjurou's apprentice as ayame was.)

"how do you know that name?" kyoujurou asks.

it's another bout of luck that he survived a battle with upper three. he will never be able to use breath of flame again, but he is alive.

sake is still bitter on shinjurou's tongue.

"huh?" the peach-haired boy who headbutted him utters.

"ayame-neesan," senjurou whispers, loud enough to be heard through the paper-thin walls. "no one... we don't talk about her."

"... she was rengoku-san's apprentice, wasn't she?"

"yes, but..." kyoujurou clears his throat uncomfortably. "she died long ago. years ago. before i joined the kisatsutai."

"did... d-did kamado-san tell you?" asks senjurou.

"ha! that depressed loner? i don't think he speaks to anyone, really."

"th-then how...?"

"eto... it's difficult to explain. do you - do you believe in ghosts, rengoku-san, senjurou-san?"

ghosts. of course they exist. shinjurou is haunted every single day.

he tunes out the foolhardy boy - the one who is a descendant of breath of sun users. someone who wields such power would never understand the loss that shinjurou knows intimately.

"she told me she had a message," sabito says. "she wasn't sure if that guy ever had a chance to give it."

"kamado-san doesn't speak to us," kyoujurou says, surprisingly frustrated. "if he relayed it to chichi-ue, we were unaware."

"oh." a pause. "well, ayame told me - that is, ayame-san said she wanted her shishou to know that she was grateful for everything. she wouldn't have gotten so far if it hadn't been for everything he had taught her."

"oh." then again, in a softer voice, "oh."

"ano..." sabito is speaking again. "that guy... his haori. it's... unique."

"seigaiha. because he's the water hashira." kyoujurou makes an uncertain sound. "senjurou and i gave it to him. it was ayame-neesan's."

"ah. i see."

"he blames himself," kyoujurou continues. "no matter how much i try to talk to him, he always avoids me. i guess it'll be easier now. for him."

"ah..."

"if you have something to say to - to kamado-san, you should say it, sabito-san. if it's really true... if you can talk to ayame-neesan even now..."

"somehow," a shaky laugh, "i feel like i shouldn't tell him."

"you should try anyway," kyoujurou says bluntly. "you're his tsuguko. he'll listen to you."

"... mn."

"don't pressure him, aniue."

"but - "

"thank you for your time," sabito interjects. "i learned a lot."

senjurou gives sabito a flame-shaped tsuba.

"it isn't mine," rengoku-san assures him. "it was actually meant to be ayame-neesan's. you should use it."

sabito jolts. "me?"

"yes. i think she wants to protect you. that was the kind of person she always was."

in some ways, sabito is glad that ayame only appears intermittently. she would be embarrassed otherwise.

he thinks about their last conversation - how she said something bound her to this plane of existence. for a really long time, he thought it was guilt over how she had left things with kamado-san.

maybe that wasn't all.

senjurou fidgets with the hem of his sleeves. "she would have preferred it if you had used it, aniue..."

rengoku-san laughs. it's wheezier than his booming laughter from before, but just as boisterous. "then i would have still passed it on to sabito shounen!"

"aniue..."

rengoku-san's expression turns solemn. "the one thing ayame-neesan always hated was feeling helpless. this way, at least a part of her can still offer protection - for your hands and katana, if nothing else. take care of it, sabito shounen."

the tsuba is brand new. there isn't a single scratch on it. it hasn't seen a day of battle. only where it was kept in rengoku-san's pocket all these years.

sabito wonders what ayame might have been like, if they had a chance to meet in this living world. he can see traces of her in senjurou's kindness, in rengoku-san's beautiful arcing movements. even if death, there is still something that remains.

ayame would be embarrassed to know that.

he should tell her the next time they see each other, he thinks.

#me as a writer #mind drabbles #fog in the summertime #fits #fits au #fits ayame as sabito au #fits hashira au remix #sabito #higuchi ayame #kamado tanjirou #rengoku family #rengoku shinjurou #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku senjurou #ayame doesn't stay long in this au but she still manages to change the people she meets #kyoujurou lives this time! #i'm so glad i finally had a chance to write a kyoujurou lives au #he still retures though #as it is getting punched in the solar plexus is detrimental to breathing techniques #who'd have thought? #ghost!ayame is more present than ghost!sabito yes #she didn't return to mount sagiri for urokodaki-san after all

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i read through Everything about the au thus far and i gottsa ask.... what is UP with the WITHER CULT!!!!!!!

HI sorry I just woke up. Cracks knuckles. SO the Wither Cult is actually something that's been around throughout generations technically with different intents and different methods, but when I refer to it I do typically mean the most recent iteration with White Eyes, which is a very.. interesting situation. When White Eyes originally got out of the destroyed remains of the kingdom, there were other survivors, and her stoic attitude and mangled appearance made her somewhat of a legend within the small lasting communities. Seeing someone that should have been dead walking (sometimes with a similarly undead horse) among the living with glowing white eyes lead to a lot of theories, one of the most common being that she was a prophet of some sort, touched by the god of death and living to tell the tale. (Also in part with her modern nickname) Due to this, a lot of people ended up following in her footsteps to create a safe haven within the dark oak woods just before the mountains. This is never something she asked of them, she never asked anything, but still somehow everything would fall into place. People will do anything to cling on to a semblance of hope. Survivors and their descendants have come from all over the larger surrounding areas over the years to seek shelter, expanding the hideaway into the woodland mansion with time as we know it today throughout the years. It's entirely self-sufficient, and everyone there is offered equal footing in terms of having free bedding, never having to worry about a meal, and of course the shelter itself. There are few conditions otherwise, but overall your best bet is just not to stray from the name of the beast.

#minecraft #minecraft au mastertag #White Eyes is TECHNICALLY the leader but she doesn't do a lot other than keep everything in order and organize the outpost searches #to add context to that #the wither disappeared years ago. no one knows if its still out there somewhere #or if it died off long ago #and that's what the outposts are for. to document areas outside of that as well since the world is changing #(thats also how she eventually found out about Groda still being alive) #the cult is honestly pretty divided on actually beliefs. a lot of people follow white eyes. a lot of people worship the wither itself. #many of them believe in none of this after many generations and keep their mouths shut so they can have proper shelter with little in retur #(like Stephen who was born into the cult and doesnt follow any of the belief systems. but does believe in White Eyes as a person) #(he's one of the gardeners/farmers of the mansion but he does wish he could leave... wink) #White Eyes doesn't believe in any of this herself obviously #but under the influence of the Wither its just better not to try and fight it #...until her emotions get the better of her once she finds out Groda is still alive and goes after her herself

[talkdutchtome]

You Should Have Said No

chapter seven - enchanted

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / pierre gasly x reader )

summary . . . when your fiancé cheats on you, you strike up an unusual friendship with one of his closest friends, who just so happens to have had a crush on you since he set eyes on you. chaos ensues.

inspired by the works of miss taylor swift )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . enchanted - taylor swift )

warning . . . cheating, mental illness, angst, eventual smut, poorly translated french and dutch, swearing, mention of parent loss, emotionally abusive parent, slight social media au, kendall jenner as fc (potentially more i’ll add as i go along)

a/n . . . so i took a bit of a hiatus, but upon returing i found i had written this chapter months ago and for some reason never published it, so here it is, more to come in the coming days )

Max Verstappen was usually a picture of confidence, there was very little that made him nervous; after all he spent his life driving at 200 miles an hour. Max was consistently cool, calm and collected no matter what he was doing, that’s just who he was. But as he stood in front of your apartment door, he felt a chill of uncertainty deep within. He had rehearsed his words a thousand times, but now, as he prepared to knock on the door, all eloquence seemed to escape him. Could he do this? Should he do this? Even though his friendship with you was still fresh, it had come to mean a lot to him, and if he did what he wanted to do, he was well aware that he could lose the newfound friendship. “It’s now or never” he spoke out loud to himself before finally gathering the courage to knock on the door. When the door swung open, revealing you stood there in your pajamas holding a rather large glass of wine, Max couldn’t help but second guess whether he should be doing this.  

“Hey Max, I-” you started, trying to find a way to apologize for kissing him and then completely ghosting him immediately following the kiss, but was interrupted by the Dutchman’s voice cutting through. 

“Wait, Y/N. Just let me get this out” His words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation, and you watched as he took a deep breath to steady himself. It was evident in the way his hands trembled that this was not an easy moment for him. Despite his anxiety, Max looked directly into your eyes, his sincerity shining through. 

“30th of September 2017. That is the day that you and I met, I remember it like it was yesterday. Pierre and I knew each other from karting but when he got his seat at Toro Rosso, and you came with him to the Malaysian GP, we met each other for the first time. When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life, and when I got to know you, I realized that not only were you the most beautiful girl, but you were also the kindest and funniest girl too. But you were with Pierre.”  

For a second Max stopped, wondering if it was too late to run away and pretend that this never happened. He couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye, afraid of what he would see. You were frozen, slowly taking in every word he said.  

“You were with Pierre, and I knew I needed to respect that. So, I ignored everything I knew I felt for you. I kept you at arms length as nothing more than Pierre’s girlfriend because I knew the more I got to know you to harder it would be to ignore how I felt. And I was right; because as I've spent more time with you, it’s made it impossible for me to pretend that this isn't how I feel. I know this is selfish of me, I know that the last thing you need right now is me making things more complicated for you after everything you’ve been through, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss. I can’t pretend anymore. You deserve so much more than how Pierre has treated you.” 

Max's confession hung in the air, and as he finally looked into your eyes for the first time since he started speaking, his own were filled with trepidation. He feared that he might see disgust or anger in your expression, but what he found instead was a bewildered look, a mix of surprise and confusion. For a moment, silence prevailed as you tried to process the whirlwind of emotions that his words had stirred within you. Max, sensing your confusion, stammered out an apology. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have put you in this position." He took a step back, as if ready to retreat and give you space to collect your thoughts. "If you want me to go, just say the word." 

You shook your head, still unable to find the right words. "No, Max, please stay," you finally managed to say softly. "I just need a moment to process all of this." You motioned for him to come back inside, and as he entered your home, the air was filled with a sense of uncertainty.  

Max stood there, his gaze locked onto yours, and it was clear that he was waiting anxiously to hear what you had to say. You could see the nervous anticipation in his eyes, the way his fingers slightly trembled. It wasn't just your feelings that were in turmoil; Max's emotions were on display as well. 

"Max," you began again, your voice wavering with raw honesty, "I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel anything for you. But I’m just so confused." Your gaze dropped to the ground for a moment before returning to meet his earnest eyes. "I met Pierre when I was 13 and we’ve been together since, he was my first and only everything. So even though he hurt me more than I knew was possible, those feelings don’t just disappear” 

You continued, trying to express the jumble of emotions swirling within you. "I like you, a lot. And the time we’ve spent together has been great, but I'm in a place where I have no idea what's going to happen with Pierre. It wouldn't be fair for me to lead you on when I'm still grappling with my own emotions." 

Max nodded, his understanding gaze unwavering. "I get it, Y/N," he replied softly, his voice filled with empathy. "I don't expect you to have all the answers right away, and I don't expect you to suddenly be done with Pierre. But I also don't want to give up on the potential of what we might share." He took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "So, if you're willing, could we start by going on a date? No expectations, no pressure. Just two people getting to know each other better." 

Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions, but you needed to make sure he understood the complexity of your situation. You searched his eyes for any signs of hesitation and, finding none, you mustered a small, genuine smile. "Okay, Max," you replied, “If you’re sure you’re okay with me not really knowing what I’m doing, then I’d happily go on a date with you.” 

As Max heard your tentative agreement to go on a date, a radiant smile spread across his face, illuminating his entire expression. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and his eyes sparkled with genuine happiness and relief. His excitement was palpable, and it showed in the way he couldn't contain a small, triumphant chuckle. 

Max's voice, once tinged with nervousness, now carried a buoyant enthusiasm as he said, "Thank you, Y/N. I promise there's no rush, no pressure. We can take things as slow as you need. I'm just grateful for the chance." You truly didn’t know what was going to happen, you liked Max, but you loved Pierre. Things were pretty much as complicated as they could be, but Max had made you feel like it was okay that you were confused, it was okay that you didn’t know what you were doing.  

Content that you had agreed to go on a date, Max stood up to leave and as he reached the door, you noticed a moment of hesitation in his gaze. It was as if he was contemplating something, and for a brief second, you thought he might lean in for a kiss. Your heart raced at the possibility, but then you saw the doubt flicker in his eyes, and his lips curved into a warm, sincere smile. He decided to step closer and envelop you in a gentle hug. 

The embrace was warm and comforting, and as Max held you, you couldn't help but feel a wave of happiness wash over you. There was something undeniably exciting about the prospect of this new chapter, despite the complicated circumstances that had led to it. The mix of emotions that had coursed through you during the day seemed to have settled into a pleasant anticipation. 

As you climbed into bed that night, you were amazed by the unexpected shift in your mood. Instead of feeling worried or stressed about the uncertain future, you were filled with excitement and happiness. Max's genuine interest and the possibilities that lay ahead left you with a sense of hope and a newfound joy that you hadn't anticipated. 

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whats your favorite fable au and whats one headcanon for it that you have for your character ?

i know you asked for one but im a pisces, i cant male a single decision—

my fave Fable AU has gotta be the Drag Racing AU, i have family IRL who are mechanics so i just know a lot about cars, and i enjoy seeing it written heheh

as for a headcanon from that AU, c!Ven is so mechanic coded to me. He’d be the mechanic at the shop who also doubled as a receptionist, and i can imagine him running his own small shop with Feng, or maybe even the coworkers.

also, honourable mentions to any Western AU or Superhero AU. In a western AU, i like to believe Feng would live as an outlaw, and then reture with Ven. And whilst i don’t think Ven would have power in a Hero AU, i do think Fengari would. Ven is Feng’s guy in the chair <3

#i absolutely love AUs in general tho #throwing characters into alternate spaces is always fun to see #fable smp #fablesmp #c!ven

[aladaylessecondblog]

Discovery (fallen star AU)

Author's Note: Alright here it is. Messy but w/e. If you are reading Fallen Star and DON'T want spoilers for future events, consider this your LAST WARNING.

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There were good days and bad days, and today was a bad day for Sadara.

The injuries the Ordinators had given her were healing on their own--slowly, but they were healing. The wounds were beginning to close at last, and yet they still ached.

Inside, outside....everything hurts.

Her joints, her wounds, the arm that they'd finally taken out of the splint just last week. Everything was still tender, everything still hurt, and she was so fatigued that most days were spent sleeping. It might have been bearable, though...if not for the rounded belly her hands now rested on.

It had been a surprise, as she was desperately trying to hide from the ordinators. Roasted food she cooked with a fire spell had suddenly grown disgusting, pains in her belly, and other such things had cropped up. When she'd managed to talk to a healer they'd given her a smile.

"You're with child."

The look of horror had been hard to mask, and yet she'd managed it. The healer took it to be more nausea, and offered her a potion to settle her stomach. It hadn't done her much good...and between that and the wounds she'd found sleep hard to get. And that was when she DID get it. The ordinators were always sniffing around for her, and she moved often, barely avoiding being sighted by them when she went close to anything resembling civilization.

After another hard fight where she'd taken a particularly bad wound to her leg, and barely managed to kill the ordinator involved, she didn't sleep at all for the two days it took her to get to the Argonian Mission and explain everything.

Well. Not EVERYTHING. She didn't tell them she'd gone to bed with the enemy of all Morrowind, that it was HIS child--in the end she decided to blame the Dark Brotherhood, and said they'd given her a poisoned wound that had somehow stopped her being able to heal herself up. When they questioned her about the pregnancy she blamed some handsome rogue, a moment of weakness and an indulgence in comfort when she'd needed it.

As she'd helped hide and rescue several slaves they took her in gladly, and were further sweetened when she turned over her weapon bag. Arrows, daggers, a regular old steel sword, they'd all sell well enough to pay for her room and board and the effort it would take to keep her hidden. She kept the smattering of jewels she'd kept for potion making, a set of armor, and a few other weapons. And her gold, too. She would not be deprived of so much as she had been growing up. She would NOT let her child grow in the poverty she'd been forced through.

Cyrodiil...or maybe Skyrim. I could be an alchemist, it wouldn't be too suspicious. Not like I can use them otherwise. People always need healing potions...

She'd left her lute in Red Mountain...quite by accident, of course, in her rush to leave before she could talk herself out of doing it. She blamed the grief of the situation--of having to lose Voryn, being attacked at every turn, of knowing she would have to go through this pregnancy alone. It all hurt so badly she finally understood a lover in a song she'd sung many times claiming he would never sing again for the grief of losing his lover.

At last she understood the songs. Love so grand it took everything when it was gone...a great light that when it was snuffed out left only a darkness that felt inescapable. Loneliness, isolation...

At least I have you, she thought, stroking the swell of her stomach. Five months, she guessed. Four more and she would no longer feel so alone. Four more and she would have the only spot of joy remaining to her in all this misery. Even if the child resembled their father...the only people to remember the face would be in Morrowind. All she had to do was simply...never return, once she'd left.

They would figure out their own destinies, she'd determined. They'd make their OWN way, free of the prophecy, free of Azura and her demands, free of the --

A fuss, somewhere in the upstairs. Sadara cringed on hearing a shout--it wasn't too often that it happened, but it did happen, she assumed because of the Twin Lamps. It didn't take a Dwemer scientist to know there would be some connection between them and the Argonians. It wasn't until the footsteps upstairs began to move downstairs that she began to worry.

I was just staying here because it was quiet, she started to invent the excuse, That's all. I'm not feeling well and they are quite hospitable to paying guests.

Yes. A good excuse. A wonderful excuse. All the same...

Sadara jolted upright into a sitting position and felt a wave of nausea and dizziness nearly overtake her in the process. Then the sound of yelling outside the door, which was swiftly opened.

"You've been trafficking my escaped slaves, and I won't have it."

The angry Orvas Dren stepped through. Sadara couldn't move quickly enough to get into the closet, so all she could do was sit on the bed and wait.

He was stunned, to say the least.

"You," he said, his voice a quiet accusation, "I expected slaves, but YOU--"

She couldn't figure out what to say. Had he been anyone else she would have been able to snow them over about staying here as it was quiet, but HE knew her, and more importantly she KNEW he was a loyal follower of Voryn's.

"Lord Dagoth's been looking for you."

"I--" she stumbled over her words. No, this couldn't be it. She couldn't--but Orvas was LOYAL to him.

Gods.

"Of course these wretched beasts would be keeping you from our lord. After I've taken care of them I'll take you to a healer, and then back to Red Mountain."

You've been caught, she thought to herself, Best to minimize the damage. The ordinators. The wounds. You meant to go for Wraithguard but had to hide for your own safety.

"My injuries--I can't heal with potions or spells." Sadara swallowed, looking up and then away as she tripped over her words. "Azura is--angry with me. V...HE can, but I can't exactly go to him when I'm in this kind of shape, not with everything that lies between here and--and there. And the Argonians didn't do this to me. The...the ordinators did--Lord Vivec wants me dead. If you try to take me out there now they'll kill me and I can't--our..."

It was over. It was over. In the state she was in she could barely move without pain. Something in the back of her mind whispered that it was best to give in now, and another corner screamed in opposition that she must resist.

Azura, how am I meant to do that in THIS STATE? You wouldn't protect me from the Ordinators and you won't protect me now.

Sometimes one gambled and lost...and it was best, she thought, fear seeping into her mind, to attempt to make the loss hurt as little as possible. Azura meant to destroy her, but Voryn--

"Calm yourself, my lady," Orvas walked forward and lowered his spear as he moved. "With my connections I can find a way to get you there without the ordinators or even the buoyant armigers being aware of it."

"Moon sugar and ash statues are one thing," Sadara replied, "But a whole woman?"

"You underestimate my connections." He smirked. "And when it comes to that which my lord desires, I am always ready to deliver. How fortunate that I've managed to save you."

You haven't saved me, she thought fearfully, You've damned me.

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True to his word - Orvas managed it. Sadara had to spend an uncomfortable few days mostly confined to a large crate in the back of a silt strider, but he got her as far as Ald'ruhn unseen. Getting to the Ghostgate was more difficult, but they managed it thanks to Orvas's scouts. Once there, he had his men stand guard while another cast an illusion spell over her.

"It will not last long," he said, "But it will last long enough to get us to the Shrine of Pride, and once we're inside..."

"Does...does he know we're coming?" Sadara asked. She was trembling, having gone over what she'd say once Orvas had delivered her back. Voryn, I'm so sorry, I was injured, and the Argonians hid me. I wanted to get Wraithguard but my wounds were so terrible, and I was so afraid. "What about the corprus creatures?"

"He has assured me that they will be no problem today." Three others came forward now, and Sadara recognized them as Sleepers, ones she'd met before. "We shall all go in as a group."

"I hope you've got your cure disease potions ready," she replied, "The blight winds never stop inside the Ghostfence."

But Orvas was always prepared.

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Getting past the Ghost Fence was easy enough, but walking further was more painful with every step. After the Shrine of Pride they made straight for the building Dagoth Ur.

The closer they got the more nervous Sadara felt. Would Voryn believe her? Suppose he was angry? And what of the child...what if he slew them both?

No. No, she reassured herself, he'd never do such a thing. Perhaps he might want you to forget a time you were not his, but he would not outright harm you, he wants you too much.

Her vision grew a bit blurry, the half-healed wound in her leg sprouted into agony. But on she walked.

Voryn might consider this penance enough, if he is angry.

Not until they were inside did she feel the first inklings of relief. She was tired enough she barely registered the voices about her, only thinking of being able to lay down and rest again. Within her the child kicked, moving almost eagerly.

Hands reaching for her own, then one that moved over her belly. She stumbled and then was lifted from her feet, and all she could think was, thank goodness, I can rest.

Because it was finally over.

It was all over.

She was asleep before she could think anything more.

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Sadara's dreams were jumbled, cloudy, even now. She could swear she saw Voryn, but then there was Azura, reaching out, and the fog rose to blot her out. The dreams continued like this, things from the outside--Vivec, Azura, Almalexia, Caius even--appearing just within arm's reach before vanishing again.

She opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and recognize the room that she'd slept in so often before. Her wounds, when she looked at them--were all closed, all healed over.

Groggily she sat up, feeling more rested than she had in months. There was a dryness in her mouth, and thankfully when she looked there was a flask of water on the bedtable. As she was drinking it the door opened, and in rushed--

"Oh, by my name, you're awake," Voryn's hands were on her the instant he was close enough to touch her, "You've no idea how worried I was. How afraid I was that they had managed to poison you against me, or..."

"They--they didn't," Sadara lied, "Orvas...Orvas told you, I'm sure, but the ordinators attacked me, and...I've been running from place to place, hiding, and please--however angry you might be at me, don't harm the Argonians. If it weren't for them I would already be dead."

"Angry?" he started, "Angry? I could never be so at you for trying to preserve your life. But Nerevar--how much you have suffered during your flight. If I had only thought of it before you left, I would have..."

So he was willing to believe her, that was good. Or maybe so long as she played along with the narrative he was creating, he would overlook any possibility of anything outside what he wanted.

"Your wounds were so terrible, Nerevar, and to think you have had to let them heal on their own...that you suffered without me there to save you..."

"Voryn," she said quietly, "You need not worry, everything...everything is alright now. I'm here. Safe."

Damned, she thought. But if she must be damned...at least his variety was softer and kinder than the other sort. But before she could think for more she had to be sure he believed her, or as sure as possible in this case.

"You didn't visit my dreams so I was worried you'd...that you'd decided if I wasn't strong enough that you didn't...want my service."

"Nothing could be farther from the truth," Voryn went on, "Do you hear me? You are so full of anxiety from all this running and hiding, you really should be resting. Simply lay back, sleep, and let me care for you."

Sadara took a deep breath. He didn't yet seem aware, or perhaps he was waiting to be told...so she took both his hands and laid them on her belly.

"Voryn," she said quietly, "I'm not sure you've noticed, but...when I left to retrieve Wraithguard, I...I didn't leave alone."

She could not see through the mask, but she could certainly feel the joy as it radiated off him.

One hand stayed at her belly, and the other moved up to cup her cheek.

"Such a gift you give me, moon-and-star," he said gently, "You must stay here. I won't risk the safety of either of you, do you hear me?"

She soon went back to sleep, held against Voryn's chest, with one arm around her, and the other stroking at her belly.

If she was damned to Oblivion by this...at least her captor was tender, and her sentence light.

It was all over now.

Voryn was going to win. It was only a matter of time.

#this is what you might call the bad ending #or at least bad for morrowind #everything is fine just dont think about what hes doing ok #dagoth ur #dagoth ur x female nerevarine #morrowind #fanfiction #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #nerevarine

[fruit-salad-ship]

More BNHA AU: the first time Peach asks Plum to use her perk on her, she’s had just the roughest time of it, somehow separated from Plum and Grey, they get back home safe after debrief and she just needs to be close to them and have her brain turned off. She’s embarrassed, can’t hardly bring herself to ask for it, even Plum recognizes how rough Peach must be feeling and doesn’t tease her (much). First push is to get Peach to fully honestly ask what she wants, then goes from there

She'd faced a foe that bested her, not physically, that wasnt their game, no this villain got her away from the others, a nefarious woman she'd bested before but not managed to catch. Her quirk just seemed to be the perfect counter to Density, and it was pure luck that Peach survived the interaction. She'd come too close, walked the line of life and death that day, not that the other knew.

It was not a quirk that left you with physical wounds, though she had sustained damage from a knife, the weapon of choice her foe used, it was minimal, treated by the medical staff, and she was released to return home. Home to the empty apartment, to her life where she endlessly worried her quirk would crush the life out of the ones she loved, it could very well do that to her own body, built to withstand that kind of force, let alone those of a semi-porcelain man and a agile little woman.

She sat up on the edge of her bed and tried to shake it, did her best to be positive but this was the drawback to a skill she was so adept at using. To do her job, and do it well, she needed to be able to turn good things into bad things, to turn up density. Her brain was use to it, and couldnt help but look at these people who she liked as if they didnt need her, nor want her around. Hours passed, no sleep, no rest, just ruminating on the inevitable. They'll leave, and she'll be alone again with no directive, no reason to keep moving to be better, to be happy. It sunk further in, under her skin, the two days after the fight neither Grey nor Plum heard from her, they'd been granted time off to recover, normally theyd text or meet up. But not this time.

It was Plum who passed her team mates apartment block at sunset, returing from the shops with groceries, glancing at the window, curtains closed early. That was...unusual. Peach had so many plants in her home, they liked the light, why'd she shut the curtains so early? suns still out... even if only just for a little while longer... It wouldnt hurt to stop in, she'd texted her and got no response, though that wasnt too unusual for her, she was never great with phones.

The knock spooked Peach inside her home, she'd not left the house for 48 hours, hardly slept, playing old videogames to try to distract herself, but it didnt work, she just seemed to slip further into chaos. "let me in." Uttered through the door, Plum heard her get up and move to it, but the footsteps stopped, she heard the hesitation, had to coax her to open the door. it cracked open, the sheer exhaustion on the womans face evident, dark circles under her eyes, looking less than well. "You look like shit." "Nice to see you too." Plum pushed the door open herself, past peach into the apartment, seeing the state of her space. It was usually quite tidy but some dishes sat in the sink, a couple of unopened letters on the kitchen counter, laundry thrown over the back of the sofa where she'd clearly been hiding out on, empty cups and a blanket strewn about the place, game on pause. "Well...you want to make dumplings tonight?" Something was wrong here, Peach shrugged, knowing Plum couldnt cook, this would fall to her, a job she didnt have the energy for, but went with it, too tired to argue.

There was hardly any time to question or pry, the little woman who'd barged into her home put the lights on, grabbed one of the aprons hanging to one side, handed the other to Peach and asked what she needed. This forced her hand, kicked her brain to be productive, rattling off items and ingreients, all of which Plum could find, she'd been here before, they cooked together a lot. While the bigger woman made a start on rummaging through the things her partner had bought, being handed tools and seasoning, Plum was quick to run around the place with a brisk pace, picking up laundry, tidying areas, gathering things to be washed up. She couldnt cook, but she could clean, starting to do the dishes beside her companion as she chopped through herbs and hunted in her fridge for half a winter radish she had meant to use for something and never did.

The house went from dark and unloved to a warm inviting home very fast, plum put music on, chatting away to her stoic companion as she wandered aound pointing to plants asking if this one needed a water or not. She struggled to ignore the tired expression, but kept things light. Before long the pair sat and watched a show, plum demanded a comedy, ate together, and sat back on the now tidy sofa, close, shoulder to shoulder, slumped back comfortably. there was no way the little woman was leaving tonight, she didnt ask, didnt give her paetner a chance to argue, went off to hr bedroom and rummaged, retuning in pyjama shorts and an oversized shirt, hair up and out her way, asking where a nail file was. The situation amused Peach a lot, she kind of loved the presumptuous and pushy nature that came with suh a small human, something not many would display with her, but plum was not afraid. She directed her to the bathroom cabinet and watched her leave her line of sight. The show was mindless, but it felt nice to be in a home with someone around. all the doubts and fears she had for the last few days were harder to hear, and though they kept their claws deep in her, having a little person sit and put her legs in her lap, reclined as if this was where she belonged. There were no words, the girls just...clicked, felt right. Peach had only felt this was with Grey prior to this, mind wandering, hoping he was ok, he got quite hurt during their mission, but seemed to text her some stupid memes, he seemed ok, resting.

The girls stayed up, night creeping on, plum dozed off in no time, but peach still struggled, watched from the corner of her eye as the woman tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, before picking her up. Plums dozey state registered being carried, peaking up at Peach as she put her down in a now made bed, pulled the cover over her and turned to leave with no words. "You not coming to bed?" The bigger woman paused, glanced over her shoulder, tried to give a reassuring smile. "Nah, can't sleep." She nearly left but the rush of someone behind her grabbing her arm stopped the paces. The girls gaze met, plum had scrambled out of bed to catch her, still standing on the edge of the matress. "I can fix it, you just have to let me. You know my rule, i'm not using my quirk on you like this without permission." The pool of light from the doorway backlit the bigger woman, making it harder to see her expression, clearly weighing out the offer. Plum continued. "You need to sleep."

She was surprised when Peach left the space, turned the TV off, hit the lights, and returned to her room taking a step back towards Plum after a pause. This was difficult to admit, that she needed help, that she had to reach out to someone and take their hand back up. Her pride struggled, faltering as two fingers hooked her hand, pulling at it. "C'mon, just say it." the request hung in the air, Peach did not fight the other woman peeling her shirt off, nor pulling her to the side of the bed she tended to sleep on, knowing her, enough to know that she hated to sleep with her watch on, nor the soft worn bangles she often wore, removing them while waiting for an answer. "You worry too much." The first thing peach could manage to say, trying to ignore the tight chested feeling creeping in, once upon a time she'd be suspicious about this, not know what to do with someone showing concern, but...maybe she'd grown a bit. "Maybe, but someones got to make sure you're ok." There was no fighting Plum, her gentle coaxing got the other woman to sit down, neither able to tear themselevs away from the situation, nothing else mattered right now. "Fine. Just...please make this stop." there was something fundamentally broken in that request, she'd been so preocupied with the fear and tension of what happened, at this point Peach would do anything to just shut her eyes and not think endlessly about the hypothetical horrors. Little hands drag her to get comfortable, lie down, try to relax a little more than she was, the tension in her shoulders visable. This however was a big deal, Peach had never asked for help outside of a mission, even during fights it was very clear she had a need to handle her own, to do her job and do it well. Plum was so tempted to tease her a little, to rub this in, but the lack of energy in her partner, the sheer void that took the plae of her usual snarky personlaity was disarming. This was not Peach, this was a shell of herself, whatever happened during that last fight, it got to her. Their lips met, a soft, comforting moment, after a few seconds plum let her quirk loose, and peach felt the weight of everything start to fade, becoming a distant feeling, her own density dropping, she'd been lugging around more weight than normal, being so stressed for so long was like a 48 hour workout after a battle. She ached, every fibre in her burning from finally being let go, but it was relief. The last thing she recalled was feeling her company curl up aganist her in the dark room, hearing her whisper calmly. "Dont think, just sleep." to which she was compelled to do. You can't argue or fight a quirk like that, not in her state, there was no energy left in her to even try, not that she would have.

Relief was sweet. Plum felt the woman beside her switch off, the breathing got heavier, the weight of her arm over her waist not abnormally heavy, just nice and normal for her size. She needed this.

#i wanted to draw this but TIME #CURSED TIME #maybe later #fruit salad #brainrot #bnha au

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

Pneumothorax

I’ve been wanting to write something for @monsoon-of-art ‘s Mer AU for some time now, but only found my footing with it last night. It’s, fittingly, a little bit floaty, to accommodate an open placement/ending.

TW for death-related subject matter (specifically drowning and suffocation) and injury. Don’t worry, though, nobody’s actually going to die. He just thinks he will.

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What was better: to suffocate, or to drown?

They were similar, of course-- the fatal flaw a lack of air in the lungs-- but realistically, what was the difference? Would it be simpler to drown? Faster? Would it hurt more to stay put, to cope with the building panic of being unable to draw breath?

For a dark, selfish second, Ingo wished he’d asked Palina what it had been like beneath the ice; perhaps, then, he’d know what to do.

Without meaning to, he shifted against the shoal, subconsciously preparing to push himself into the waters, and stopped cold when the drag of his coat jostled the subject of his internal debate. He had yet to remove the harpoon lodged in his side, some distant memory telling him it would only worsen the situation.

He should add that to the list of options, actually. Wait above, until his pierced lung collapsed entirely, dive down and allow it to fill with seawater, or rip the point out and exsanguinate. None of them quick, none of them anything approaching painless.

Distantly, he reminded himself that, in a sense, this was a quicker death. Merfolk needed companionship to survive and, while he was infinitely grateful to the clan for all they’d done, there was a void inside of him that had never stopped hemorrhaging that goodwill into the water.

Before Irida had deigned to take him in, he’d tried to treat the emptiness inside with fresh air and sun. Something inside of him-- the same something that insisted he not touch the harpoon-- thought sunlight was supposed to help. There was something good that came of it, that helped when one was feeling run down; the attempt hadn’t worked, of course, because it wasn’t what he’d needed. A mer couldn’t heal debilitating loneliness with nice weather.

And all the bonds in the clan couldn’t restore whatever he’d lost.

Could one form a bond so strong that its absence was enough to kill, even when surrounded by friendly faces? That’s certainly what it felt like. The net of friendships kept him from falling headlong into this yawning chasm, deeper than the isolation that had nearly claimed his life, but if he didn’t watch the currents carefully, he could always be dragged into its undertow.

The practical part of him that had taken root to survive Hisui’s waters reasoned that this was as much as he could ask for: to have spared a friend’s life and cut his own already-withering vitae short. The rest of him, idealistic to the last, rallied against the thought, unable to accept such a grim outlook.

There was a call over the water-- Dawn. Of course it was Dawn. She wouldn’t do the sensible thing and flee after being shot at. She wouldn’t continue on the track he’d sent her down, when he’d used his tail to propel her out of harm’s way. She wouldn’t simply return to the safety of the cavern when there were yet threats in the water, stirred by the activity of humans and merfolk alike.

The girl’s keening was overtaken by a more confident hail, one which demanded response.

More than anything, Ingo was surprised Irida would tolerate Dawn’s company long enough to get this far.

What to do? He was incapable of departing with them, but neither could he compromise their safety by letting them linger. What was the most humane option? To drown, to ignore their searching cries and let them believe him lost, or to slowly suffocate, to reach out and let them realize there was nothing to be done for him?

He thought of the harpoon, still wedged between two ribs, damming the flow of blood. For all his catastrophizing, he had yet to touch it; to pull it out here and now was a decision he wouldn’t come back from. He’d nearly returned to the water on autopilot, but his conscious mind had stopped him at the reminder of what that would mean.

It seemed, without realizing it, he’d made a choice: to hold on and hope, as much as it might hurt.

Inching forward to greet the sea, but not join it, Ingo took the deepest breath he could muster and called back.

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #submas #fanfic

[sugarseawitch]

Moments before Despair

An Au Prequal with my OCS, where they lived a normal life before the events of DR2

It's my dad's birthday so I did a quick story about the self insert's father to celebrate. He's touring the school and meeting some classmates.

He clearly has a favorite.

Read below to find out his fate in the AU

Edward Moreno's self proclaimed title is the Ultimate Dad, seeing that all his children were scouted into Hope's Peak Academy. Personality wise, he's a hard worker but can also be a bit of a partier. He dotes on his children and is very protective of them, escpecially Rizu/Liz, since a lot of her performances are dangerous, risque, or both.

Her father is a retured prison guard who became a mechanic, operating on the family's ranch back on the Mexico-American boarder and using the money to make and send care packages to his Ultimate Children (and Nephew). He came to watch his other daughter take her practical exam and prepare his only son to join class 78 at Hope's Peak. Since it was an off day, he decided to tour the campus and meet some of the students living with his daughters and nephew.

Before the tragedy, Edward only visited Hope's Peak once. He is still protective of his kids, but has symbolically adopted his children's classmates and often says to say hello to them in calls and care packages- even sending small gifts for them for their birthdays.

During the tragedy, Edward was grateful that his oldest daughter survived, and while he understood his son's choice to shelter in the school, his family had to make the hard choice to accept the "deaths" of the two kids in Class 77-B, who became the Remnants of Despair. He unfortunatly witnessed his son endure that killing game thanks to the broadcast of it worldwide.

After the events of the Killing School Life with Class 78 and his son's return, he and his siblings turned the family ranch into a shelter for their town and kept despair away from their part of the world. When his son made the painful phone call about what really happened to Edward's youngest daughter and nephew, the "Ultimate Dad" went silent, unsure if the Foundation's choice to execute them was ethical or not. He soon made the choice to refuse it, and gave the 14th division permission to do whatever it takes to save them.

While he didn't observe the Killing School Trip, he was given updates about it until they were rescued.

After the tragedy, he learned that the class banished themselves at Jabberwock Island and accepted that this was his daughter's sacrifice to the world. To this day, he still sends care packages to the island.

p.s. since the school is in Japan, the JP version of this story has the class pronouncing her name as Rizu, and also reffering to her as Riri.

#danganronpa #danganronpa oc #danganronpa self insert #danganronpa au

[pandemoniclucio]

The Arcana HC's #11.1

I've been busy with school, my Gr11 finals are coming up, so I won't be around alot, and I'll only be taking requests at the end of November.

Vampyr AU where MC is a reknowned doctor who turned into a vampire after returing from the frontlines.

Nadia - Admiral

Julian - Doctor

Portia - Inn Keeper

Lucio - Vampire Hunter

Nadia

Since Nazali got an invitation to a Doctor's Award Gala, the whole family came along as well, that's where she met you at the bar.

You met again in the medbay of the military when she had to bring her injured scouts to be fixed then again in Vesuvia when Nahara dragged her inside the hospital to get an injury checked.

She didn't believe Lucio or any of his fanatic followers when they spread the word about vampires, but started questioning that notion when you saved her and Nahara from a beast by draining it off its blood.

She is shocked by the revelation that one of the good doctors is now a blood-thirsty monster, but finds humour in the irony. She does, however decide to purchase vampire hunting equipment in case you ever decide to maker her your next meal.

She decides to help you and by proxy, Lucio, decrease the amount of rogue vampires by setting up trap systems then explaining the workings to you, so you can lure the beasts in.

She's had a crush on you ever since you saved her from bleeding to death, but she never acted on it, so with the encouragements of her family she decided to confess.

She decides the best way to confess is to take you to the hall of the gala where you first met but this time with a more personal & intimate touch.

She is so relieved that you both feel the same way and decides to kiss you gently before inviting you to go riding with her across the nearby fields.

Julian

He met you when you came to Nevivon to continue your research & you both quickly became close friends.

He reunites with you again when Portia calls him to get you, until he has to "save" you from being ambushed by a Skal while analysing a corpse.

He immediatley realises when he checks you for any injuries, that have now dissapeared, that your heart isn't beating but you're still continuing to explain a theory you have like any other day.

He tries to spend some of his free time studying you, by watching & taking notes on how you still cope as a doctor, or by (sometimes) secretly tagging along with you through the streets of Vesuvia to see your other Vampiric powers in action.

You both decided that your blood or other vampire's blood might help find a solution or cure for the plague, so he helps you examin the blood vials you bring from the creatures stalking the streets of Vesuvia.

He does get flirty for you but when you suddenly flirt back he stops functioning and starts questioning his true feelings for you and if he likes you more than a friend which causes Asra to tease him about it.

He decides that he's going to rent out Portia's inn so that he can confess, but makes sure Portia is around in case everything goes wrong.

You swear he was about to faint when you told him that you liked him romantically as well, you alsmost had to begin chest compressions and CPR, before he shook it off and invited you for dinner.

Portia

She met you when she had to say goodbye to Julian before he had to go to the frontlines.

You meet again when you stumble into her inn, looking quite disheveled and shocked, to which she offers some free drinks and information.

She overhears the word of your vampiric nature from an angry Lucio, a tipsy Asra and Julian, then finally decides to see it for herself. She's surprised that her more exagerating customers were correct.

Although she is a bit wary of you, she's not terribly afraid of you, she continues about her day as normal but she does take some reprocussions in case you go blood crazy.

Even with the plague, there are still horrible people on the streets that she tells you about since the police are either dead or incompetant, so she turns to you to get rid of them.

She realises that she likes when Julian brings up how much time you two spend together at the inn and that even the customers think you have something going on.

She decides to express her feelings towards you, over a private dinner and slowly loses her confidance in whether or not you would actually feel the same, but Julian reassures her.

She's over the moon when you tell her that you like her as well and kisses you and then invites you to spend the night with her.

Lucio

He encoutered you at Portia's inn after he came back from a long night's hunt and Portia quickly introduces you to each other.

He meets you again when he has to confront Julian about a recent vampire attack in the hospital.

The next time you met, he realised that you are a vampire but only reveals his knowledge on the matter since he can't kill you on neutral grounds.

Whenever you're not in the hospital he'll spend most of his time trying to hunt you down, sometimes almost succeeding until more problems arise.

During one of his patrols, he and his men get ambushed by lesser vampires and other beasts, he managed to hold his own for a while before you stepped in and irradicated the threats then proceeded to help him out. This just confused and angered him.

Ever since than the incidents where you help him and save him have become so frequent to the point he just stopped trying to kill you and decided to start a convienient alliance with you.

He realises that he has a crush on you when Nadia and Portia tell him that you're all he talks about and that he isn't even planning on ending you or anything of the sorts anymore.

He decides to make an attempt at figuring out whether or not you like him back before asking Julian what you would like and how to apologize about trying to kill you, over a nice picnic in the woods.

Absolutely shocked and flustered about you reciprocating his affections but tries to hide it with confidance but drops the obvious facade quickly when you kiss him and invite him to your estate.

I have serious writer's block & really couldn't figure out what to do with Asra & Muriel, and I really wanted to finish this, so maybe I'll write a second part to this.

#the arcana asra #the arcana nadia #the arcana mc #the arcana julian #the arcana #the arcana game #arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game headcanons #the arcana headcanons #the arcana portia #portia devorak #the arcana pasha #pasha devorak #ilya devorak #julian x mc #mc x julian #julian devorak #dr devorak #count lucio #countess nadia #the arcana lucio #the arcana game lucio #lucio morgasson #lucio x apprentice #lucio x mc #mc x lucio #portia x mc #nadia satrinava #nadia satrivana

[willowser]

Sorry I just. So much brain rot. Was thinking of our little lad bakugo earlier this week and just like...UGH.

I was also listening to the beetlejuice soundtrack and like????? Beetlejuice au where the reader is Lydia coded or wtv and OOMDARJWNS and like from I remember he like. Marries her so they can hang out forever 😭😭😭 I'm pretty sure the musical is a lot more wholesome and I watch that religiously so the movie is deffo different but. Beetlejuice!bakugo has my heart. He's so silly 💞💞💞💞 OK BYE!!!!!

OMG INTERESTING ????? i have never seen the musical 🥺🥺 but i should, especially if you say it's a little more wholesome ??? how sweet 🥺🥺 i actually LOVE the beetlejuice movie !!! i watched it when i was really young and definitely had a crush on lydia akfbskak i am going to have to find a way to watch the musical, that way i can see our beetlejuice bakugou 🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU FOR THE RECOMMENDATION I WILL — BE RETURING TO THIS CONCEPT !!! 👀🩷🔮🦋

#how fun !!!! #he he he bakugou in that black and white suit alshfjska #ooohhh i'm so excited for this i love beetlejuice !! #✿ ask willow

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

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Request #5

Norman Osborn x Female Reader

AN: This was a request from @druigswh0ree. This fic is a continuation of my other Norman Osborn x Reader fic which was requested by @druigswh0ree and can be found here. Also, this contains consensual smut between two over the age of consent adults. 18+. Minors DNI.

This fic contains: hair pulling (male and female receiving), cursing, oral (male and female receiving), dom Norman, sub reader, penis in vagina sex, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), coming inside, reader sexually teasing Norman as he’s driving (don’t do this in real life), unwelcome advances from another character (nothing happens), Norman being jealous and a bit insecure and the Green Goblin being homesick.

You slid into the chair at the back of the classroom where Peter was giving his presentation with a tired sigh. So far, Strange was no closer to recreating the spell that had brought you, Norman, Otto, Max, Flint, and Curt from your universes although, on the plus side, Strange was certain that when he was able to send you back to your universes that he’d be sending you to the correct ones.

From where you were sitting, you could see Norman shift in his seat as if he had sensed your presence and for a moment, his posture changed and you could see his legs tense which made your heart rate pick up. You tensed in your own chair readying yourself to move just in case you needed to escort Norman out of the room. The last thing any of you needed right now was for the Green Goblin to make an appearance.

The sound of clapping signalled the end of the presentation and you relaxed the minute you saw Norman’s posture revert to his normal posture. Clearly, Norman and the Goblin had come to some kind of truce. Chairs scraped against the floor as their occupants stood up and moved to the exits and as the crowd thinned, you stood up to find Peter and congratulate him on his work. The young man had been pulling himself in two different directions with his coursework and his extra activities as Spiderman. He’d also been stressing over this presentation and you wondered if he was trying to prove to himself that he was more than Spiderman.

It took some time and some manoeuvring but you found Peter standing with Norman. The both of them were chatting animatedly and ignoring the looks that were being sent their way by the other visitors.

When you stopped moving because you’d drawn level with Norman, Peter acknowledged you with a wide smile and Norman reached down to hold your hand. His grip seemed firmer than usual – not too firm that it was painful but firm enough that you thought the Goblin was influencing Norman.

“So, what happened?” Peter asked eagerly as he led you both outside.

You exhaled slowly as you chose your words carefully, “If it’s not too much of an imposition, could we please continue to stay with you? The details of our return still need to be ironed out and there are a few wrinkles in the fabric.”

There was no mistaking it this time. You saw the moment that Norman surrendered control and the Goblin surged forward to take his place. Your partner’s eyes widened and an insane glee lit up his eyes.

“This was a temporary situation,” he hissed, “I don’t like that it’s becoming permanent.”

You squeezed Norman’s hand reassuringly, “Wouldn’t you rather that every detail was analysed before we returned home? Or would you prefer to go hurtling into the unknown?”

The Goblin turned to look at you with the insane glee in his eyes, “Hurtling into the unknown would be so much fun.” He cackled but it was soft enough that the people standing close to you didn’t hear. Perhaps, just as the Goblin influenced Norman, Norman was influencing the Goblin.

“Sweetheart,” the Goblin crooned, drawing your attention back to him while his eyes narrowed at someone over your shoulder, “I think it’s time we find a secluded, shady spot.”

Peter screwed up his nose and quickly excused himself as a staff member announced that some drinks were available. You barely heard the announcement over the pounding of blood in your ears and the feeling of warmth flooding your body. Not many people moved over to the table that held the drinks and figuring now was the best time, you removed yourself from the Goblin’s grip and made your way over to the table.

After grabbing a drink for you and your partner and one for Peter as an apology for what he’d overheard, you turned to walk back to Norman only to find your path was blocked by another adult that had attended the presentation.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” he commented.

“I’m from out of town.” You replied shortly as you tried to sidestep around the man who quickly blocked you from moving again.

Losing patience and feeling your hands become numb due to the temperature of the drinks, you felt your jaw tighten as you spoke again, “Is there something you wanted?”

“I’m here to support my daughter. Her mother isn’t in the picture and I’ve seen the way you look after Parker. My daughter would benefit greatly from having a female figure who cares so deeply for her in her life.”

“It’s not going to be me. I’m in a relationship with someone I care deeply about and I’m not about to discard that for someone who doesn’t even have the decency to get to know me as a person before thinking about all the things I can do for them.” Your tone and voice were brittle and you hoped he got the hint.

“With the grandpa over there?” The man jerked his thumb in what he thought was Norman’s direction but Norman had vanished. “Honey,” you didn’t even try to repress your shudder as he continued talking. Ever since you had dated Norman, he’d called you things like “My love” and “My darling” while the Goblin stuck with “Sweetheart.”

The man was still talking “…. could do better.”

Norman appeared behind the man and tapped him hard on the shoulder. One of the man’s hands reached up to cradle his shoulder as he pivoted to face Norman.

“For all of your posturing,” the Norman spoke and you could hear the Goblin in his voice, “you demonstrate your ignorance in your failure to notice that she is not interested in you. She is in a relationship with someone who adores her. You are nothing but an insect. You are not worth breathing the same air as her. Now leave us before you meet a sticky end.”

The man seemed to shrink in Norman’s presence before he scuttled away and the Norman took the now room temperature drinks from your hands and placed them back on the table. When he offered you his arm, you could feel that the muscles in his arm were clenched.

“Peter will come home later,” Norman growled in your ear as he escorted you out of the college grounds, “when we get to our temporary lodgings, I expect you to be in your temporary room naked. If you fail to do so within my time limit, I will tie you to the headboard and edge you until you don’t know if you are begging me to stop or begging me to continue and let you come. This is how a real man fucks. The man from before wouldn't even come close to giving you the pleasure that I can provide. Do you understand? Do you consent to continue?”

From past experience, you knew that when Norman and the Goblin spoke as one in situations like this, they both would stop talking after you gave your consent. It was the beginning of the foreplay.

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#4

Drabble #6

After Otto had vanished unexpectedly two days ago to return just as unexpectedly but with the tentacles under his control, you'd began to cherish the quiet moments.

Currently, you were seated in his lap as he guided your hands across the piano. When you expressed a desire to learn how to play, he had surprised you by offering to teach you.

There was the sound of breaking glass and Norman tumbled into the room.

"My apologies for disrupting such an intimate moment. It appears that Curt retained some of his super-strength after he was shot with the cure."

Otto and Norman shared a worried look and Otto reached for his phone and began to dial.

186 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Hey there!! I was wondering if I could request an Otto x reader where Otto is jealous of the time your spending with Norman (unbeknownst to him it’s purely platonic) - I hope that made sence

Hope your well xx

Of course sweet Anon, your request made perfect sense! I'm well thanks and I hope you are well too. Here's your request and I hope you enjoy it!

AN: Characters are from the Raimi verse. Mention of injury, not to the reader.

Otto Octavius x Female Reader

"Has anyone seen Otto?" You asked the other occupants of the house.

Max shrugged, Curt nodded once then frowned, Norman lifted an eyebrow and Flint grunted a no.

"Great!" You sighed as you threw your hands up, "I think he's avoiding me."

Max looked confused, "Why would he be doing that? He practically lights up when you enter the room and he couldn't stop thanking you for your birthday gift."

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks, "It was no big deal," you mumbled, "I just noticed his pens were running out and he didn't have any more space in his notebooks. And the cupcake, well he has a sweet tooth, doesn't he? And chocolate chip is his favourite."

"I agree with Max," Norman stated, "after all that, he wouldn't be avoiding you. And if he is, he doesn't deserve the title of genius because avoiding you isn't smart at all."

You smiled, "Thanks guys, I'll keep looking."

Once you had double checked all the other rooms in the house, you made your way down to Otto's lab. All the occupants of the house had their own labs complete with beds because they often got carried away and Otto's was your favourite. Despite being slightly cluttered, Otto's lab always felt welcoming and he was always happy to explain his current projects to you.

You knocked on the ajar door and called out Otto's name. After receiving no response, you pushed the door open further to see Otto sprawled over the desk asleep with his actuators hanging limply behind him hissing occasionally.

Flo noticed you first and the top of the actuator bobbed once in a tired greeting.

You smiled back, "Hey guys, that can't be good for him." Walking forward, you lifted one of Otto's arms over your shoulders. "Can you help me move him to his bed?"

The actuators clicked in agreement and together you were able to gently move Otto over to his bed and the actuators buzzed in contentment as Otto sighed in relief. As you turned to leave the man to his rest, you were stopped by a grip on your wrist.

"Stay." Otto slurred out tiredly, "Let me have this, just for tonight."

Confused, you didn't see the actuators moving to pick you up and you only registered their movement when you were placed on the bed next to Otto. His human arms curled around you and that's how you fell asleep.

A weight on your thigh woke you some time later and you blinked to see Larry resting on your thigh.

"Why are you here?" Otto asked abruptly and you jumped, not realising he was awake.

"I was worried and I thought you were avoiding me."

"I don't see why you would care." Otto snapped, "You're with Norman all the time. Why would you worry about me?"

"With Norman?"

"A day ago, I heard you two laughing while you were in his lab and he had his shirt off."

You shook your head, "There is nothing romantic between Norman and I."

"How do you explain what happened then?"

"He was working in his lab trying to modify his glider and he crossed the wires. The glider slammed into him and because he thought you would all tease him, he asked for my help in patching him up. The reason he was laughing was because I accidentally poked him in the side where he's ticklish. His laughter was infectious and I started laughing too. That's it."

Otto closed his eyes, "Then I'm afraid I've been a jealous fool for nothing."

You cupped his face, "You're not a fool, Otto. You're human."

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#2

Drabble #7

Flint cleared his throat, "I'd just like to let you know that I've got Penny for the weekend."

Cheers and congratulations erupted in the lounge room. Everyone in the lounge room knew how much Flint loved his daughter.

"She's currently obsessed with the Disney version of Hercules.."

Your groan drowned out the rest of his sentence and Norman waved his hand, "Yes (Name), we know about your issues with the movie and how you don't like that they made Hades the villain."

"Out of all the Greek pantheon, he and Hestia are the least problematic. They-"

"Not to mention your own bias." Max interjected with chips in his mouth, "Hades is your brother."

Flint glared at everyone until silence fell in the lounge room, "I want everyone clear on the rules. No swearing in any language. No adult jokes and yes, Max, I'm looking at you. Penny still asks what a hickey is and when she can get one."

"Sorry man." Max mumbled.

The next day, Penny walked into the lounge room, holding Flint's hand tightly. She squealed when she saw all of you and after many hugs, you were almost ready to watch the movie.

"We're one chair short." Curt observed as he looked around the room.

One of Otto's tentacles curled around your waist and hoisted you into Otto's lap.

"There. Problem solved." Otto said as his hands took the place of the tentacle and the movie began.

"I didn't know that was an option. You could've sat on my lap (Name)."

A tentacle moved in front of Max's face and snapped threateningly.

"I'm joking." Max said hastily and the tentacle retreated smugly.

Flint glared at Otto and Max as Penny focused on the movie, totally oblivious to what was going on in the lounge room.

The rest of the movie passed with no incident and you were resting comfortably in Otto's lap when Penny spoke up.

"Max said that you were the one who gave (Name) the hickies Otto. I don't think you did a very good job because they're gone now."

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My #1 post of 2022

Request #3

Otto Octavius x Female Reader.

AN: This was a request from a lovely anon who wanted a Fake Dating AU. Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy the fic!

“What is this?” Otto asked as he held out a very familiar envelope.

“A wedding invitation that I asked Norman to use a pumpkin grenade on. When he said no because they are currently malfunctioning, I asked Curt if I could borrow a Bunsen burner to light the invitation on fire and he said that he needed them for his research. Flint is visiting his daughter and the reason that the envelope was in the metal rubbish bin was because I was planning to ask Max if he could destroy the invitation that way.”

“By electrocuting a bin?” Otto raised an eyebrow.

“It seems overkill but it isn’t. It’s going to be calm for a second and then when all my relatives see me, they’ll swarm me and when that finishes, John Walker will swagger over. He’s unfortunately a friend of the family and he thinks he’s Thor’s enhanced human counterpart. There’s only so many ways that I can say I’m not interested without insulting his intelligence, limited as that may be.”

“John Walker?” Otto mused as he eyed the wedding invitation shrewdly, “Wasn’t he supposed to be the replacement for Steve Rogers?”

“Yep.” You sighed, “That’s the one. The government should have gone with Sam as the new Captain America. He was chosen by the Captain after all.”

“Well then. There’s only one clear logical course of action in this situation.”

Your eyes narrowed as you frowned, “It may be clear to you, but it’s about as clear as mud for me.”

“Of course, it’s absolutely perfect.” Otto continued, “I’ll be your date to the wedding.”

“Whoa, no! No way!” Your exclamation caused a heartbroken look to cross Otto’s face and you hurried to continue speaking, “Thank you for being so kind and offering but this is a wedding for a family member that I don’t want to go to because I know how my family acts and there is no way that I’m going to let you willingly walk into that situation.”

The heartbroken look left Otto’s face as you spoke but there was still a twinge of sadness in his eyes as he bent down to your level, “If the situation is as bad as you say and you don’t want me to go to be exposed to that, why would I willingly let you go alone into that very same situation?”

There was nothing you could say to Otto’s argument and Otto shot you a triumphant look as he straightened up again.

“Glad that’s sorted.” He said and with a wink, he left you to process what had happened.

Time seemed to fly by and the day of the wedding dawned with clear blue skies and a slight breeze wafting through the trees. Once you were dressed and ready to go to the wedding, you made your way to the dining room and when you entered the room, everyone’s head swivelled to look at you. Your eyes drunk in the way Otto looked in his suit.

“Am I imagining it or is Otto tearing up a little? What if he decides it’s a bad idea and wants..”

Your thoughts were thankfully cut off as Otto walked over to you and showed you a beautiful rose with a pin that complimented your outfit perfectly.

“Is it alright with you if I put this on you before we go?” Otto asked.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded and with steady hands, Otto pinned the rose to your clothing. Then he offered you his arm and led you outside. His actuators unfurled and you greeted each one of them with pats and gentle touches.

“None of that,” Otto scolded and his actuators withdrew sadly. Larry even let out a sad hiss as Otto led you over to the car.

You were about to ask how he planned to keep the actuators hidden but Otto pre-empted that question by shrugging on a coat that he had hanging on one of the indoor car handles. Before you could even think of opening your door, Otto had opened it for you and it was only once you were seated that he climbed into the car himself.

Instead of starting the car like you thought he would, he turned to you, “During the course of the evening, is it okay if I hold your hand and kiss you on the cheek? If not, I completely understand and…”

Reaching over, you clasped Otto’s hand in yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “That is more than okay Otto. Thank you for doing this.”

Otto smiled and raised your hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss before slowly removing his hand from yours, “Off we go then.”

The drive seemed to speed by and in no time you were arriving at the church. Once again, Otto offered you his arm as you walked into the church and all of your family and friends’ heads swivelled to face you as you both entered. Unlike when you walked into the dining room, the gazes of your family made you want to hide in the nearest corner. The only thing grounding you was Otto’s steady presence.

There was no time for the guests to interrogate you as the priest started the ceremony shortly after you sat down. You couldn’t stop sneaking glances between Otto and the priest as they looked almost like identical twins.

The service was beautiful and you were genuinely happy for the couple as they left the church to meet you at the reception. As you predicted, the minute the service was over, you and Otto were swarmed by the other guests. They demanded to know who Otto was, how you’d met and why had you kept such a charming man a secret for so long?

Otto remained incredibly calm even as he answered the same questions over and over again. You caught him staring at you with complete adoration a couple of times as he responded to the questions.

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274 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

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[bending-sickle]

For the 'Weird questions for writers' ask, bc I liked that one: 3, 11, 22, 32, 40. (I know you're away at the moment, so I'm not expecting you to get to this one soon!)

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed? - tucked away in bed with the laptop at night while everyone is asleep. cursed because i, too, would like to be asleep. i also tend to reread a good few pages of Previously On... to get the brain back into proper gear, which eats away at my writing time.

(back when i had a working ipad but not a working [read: non-flammable] laptop, i'd write in the notes app with no line breaks ever. this was double-cursed but resulted in great workflow.)

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve? - not really. wanton murder of characters for the sake of killing them and not because the plot Requires it seems a bit much. but if the story needs it? kill them dead and make it count.

i'm not quite that ruthless, or i wasn't last time i thought about Required Character Death, back when i was writing a Time novel* and considered killing one darling. i couldn't do it. i wanted a properly happy ending, damnit. (but then again, i did write into being a character as Already Dead and then fleshed him out with flashbacks into a Real Proper Character and i felt so bad about him always being dead. sorry, kid.)

...hang on, i just googled the thing and:

You kill your darlings when you decide to get rid of an unnecessary storyline, character, or sentences in a piece of creative writing—elements you may have worked hard to create but that must be removed for the sake of your overall story.

oooh.

in that case... sometimes i do surgical removal, sometimes i do rewriting and absorption. mainly for sentences, paragraphs, imagery... once a whole scene that never really vibed (i have it saved in a document, a.k.a. scene purgatory). i also have a lot of dialogue and even whole scenes written out in notes or fully-fleshed-out form that i try to include into the main text but if it doesn't fit, it doesn't fit. they might get a showing as a "deleted scene" at the end of the story, or if i can rewrite them, keeping some elements or turns of phrase, then great.

i don't do it for storylines or characters, because i weigh that as i write, generally. (or, as i'm doing now, i write an AU of the Established Story once it's done and go hogwild. everyone dies now and it's all horrible, woohoo!)

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud? - when it's short-form, i just write it out in one sitting. for long-form, like with the AU of the Time novels, i have:

word documents of scenes, snippets, and ideas written years ago, in vague chronological order. i would love to have these printed out so i can move them around and get a good grasp of what's going on but, alas.

word document of current work (now divided into 50-pages-each documents because it was starting to get too big) with scene breaks. chapter breaks and titles to be added upon posting.

word document with current snippets and ideas in bullet points, some colour-coded to group same events together

notebook with scenes, snippets, and ideas, which are transcribed into the main text or the notes document when they're being incorporated into the story

old receipts with snippets and ideas kept by the bed, scribbled in the dark, to be transcribed into the notebook

my brain, with swiss-cheese memory of good bits i need to write down because it all goes away forever

very many tabs open during Actual Writing, mostly involving the thesaurus and dictionary, and so many google searches where i try to find out what Obscure Thing is called (car engines and gun parts, my beloathed) as well as some maps.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you? - if we're talking fanfic, there's only one line that has been seared into my brain since...2002, i think:

At his first thrust, Obi-Wan opened to him as if welcoming him home.

^ Darth Maul vs. His Imagination by Darth Grey over on The Sith Academy

i found it while reading the entire Sith Academy archive during my "zomg Darth Maul ngh yiss" era. Context is Lovers Reunited After Separation (with bonus Repressed Emotions) and, i don't know why, that second half hit me in the feels and just never let go. something about love and finding home in other people and physical expression and *gestures vaguely* it still comes to mind a lot.

if we're talking poem, then living rent-free in my brain since...mid 2000s (?) is the line:

If it cries to you that it hurts, / if you can, / ease its pain.

^ "Instructions" by Neil Gaiman

which i probably came across in his blog. it just, as the kids say, vibes with me. (or rather, it's how i try to live. that if line is important, though.)

if we're talking novel then...i got nothing. (aside from dearly wishing to erase the extremely visceral sensation that reading a passage of Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns produced. it's where a character is forced to chew rocks until her molars break. because it's been years and i can still feel it.)

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

"The Purple Cow" (1895) by Gelett Burgess:

I never saw a Purple Cow, / I never hope to see one, / But I can tell you, anyhow, / I'd rather see than be one!

*series of novels i wrote for NaNoWriMos.

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[sketchguk]

It is so cold today so I started wondering, how would gryfindor soonyoung and hufflepuff mingyu react to mc falling sick ? what are the differences in the way they react, and how would mc react to them caring for her? sorry if you are not taking questions on the au anymore ! hope you are feeling warm today <3

Hope you're staying warm !! I, on the other hand, have gotten sick :'( I need a doting partner to take care of me !!! Where is my mingyu, where is my soonyoung !!!

Mingyu:

Mingyu is such a natural caretaker. If mc is sick, he is instantly in the kitchen, cooking her favorite soup. He'd sit by her bedside and spoon feed her, even if she stubbornly refuses. Mingyu would constantly tell mc to rest because she simply cannot sit still. She has to revise, do her homework, practice her spells, return to work at the library, water her plants because who will take care of them if not her?! But rest assured, Mingyu has it all covered <3

He's already made a copy of his class notes and set it aside on her desk. He tabbed all of her references so that she could use them for her assignments and practice her spells for another day. It didn't take Mingyu much begging to get Wonwoo to cover her shift at the library. In exchange, he just needs to clean the dorm and cook his dear roommate dinner every night for the next week :-) He would gladly do it all over again to ease the workload off of mc!! Anything for his bestie !

As for the plants, Mingyu rarely steps into the greenhouse because he's... dare I say... a bit too large to be in such a cramped space knowing how clumsy he is. But he's committed. He took mc's herbology notes and diligently watered her plants accordingly

She is so impressed with everything Mingyu has done for her. Of course, she's even more smitten. If her face is getting a bit warm, then blame the sickness!! Mingyu is quick to act because he'll grab a glass of water to make sure she's hydrated. He'll even wet a towel and dab it across her skin to reduce her temperature

Mingyu would stay the night to make sure there's always someone to take care of her. He'd climb into bed and wrap his arms around her to keep her warm :-( She gets flustered because she feels snotty and gross, and her crush is barely an inch away !!! She doesn't want him to get sick !! But he doesn't seem to care as he pets her hair and hums her to sleep, reminding her that she's still the prettiest girl in the world

Soonyoung:

Soonyoung is... well, he's Soonyoung. He doesn't know how to cook. He barely knows how to boil a pot of water. He isn't studious like mc, so how could he possibly be of help to her? But what Soonyoung doesn't know how to do, he makes up for in spirit

He'd fly to the ravenclaw tower, hovering outside her bedroom. He'd drop off a treat with a sweet note (probably something punny with a tiger drawing), knock on the pane glass, and duck away just to see her reaction in the shadows. Mc knows that she shouldn't have ice cream and chocolate, and Mingyu definitely advised against it. But they're her favorite! How could she refuse?

There's a smile on her face as she takes the treat and closes the window. But moments later, there's another knock on the glass and another treat left behind (with another sweet note)! Surely, Soonyoung's pockets are full of snacks. Thankfully, she entertains him and accepts his gifts before finally begging him to show his face and just come inside because it's cold!

Soonyoung's goal is to make sure she's happy and smiling even when she doesn't feel her best. So he plays games with her and tells her funny stories that she missed from class. Soonyoung even offers updates on events that she missed like the student union bake sale (it's not the same without her cookies) and his latest quidditch match (he searched for her in the stands, but she wasn't there). She promises that she'll go to the next game when she feels better

It's well into the night, and mc is half asleep. Soonyoung thinks it's best to return to his dorm. But mc protests with tired eyes. She tells him that he doesn't have to go so soon (he's been there for hours). It leaves Soonyoung feeling giddy :) He doesn't wanna go either, yet he tucks her into bed, pushing her hair out of her face. And he climbs out the window once again, flying back to the gryffindor tower. He keeps himself up all night just replaying the memories <3 and the way she flashes her pretty smile

#*head in hands* me when #btw seokmin lightly scolds soonyoung the next day when he finds out he gave her SWEETS #so soonyoung asks how he could truly impress her and then he properly learns how to make soup lol #and mc's fridge is now stocked with wayyy too much #but she didn't mind the sweets <3 truly #she loved the effort he put in either way #ask #anon #horanghae agenda

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