#still my memory is non existent so i'm going to call each of them with the colour of their shirt

[jiro-kino]

❝ DARLING, I'D WAIT FOR YOU ❞

WANDERER ( SCARAMOUCHE ) X READER

contains ; angst, spoilers for 3.3, implied death, right person wrong time type shit(?? he was mostly in denial )

"Why is it so cold here!?" The floating child questioned, shivering a bit as she and the two with her looked around the area.

"Is this.. Snezhnaya?" The Traveller asked, standing near by a fire seelie to keep themselves and Paimon warm, the wanderer beside them seeming to be used to this kind of weather ( or maybe it's because he's a puppet ).

"Yes. This is the Balladeer's first regret" The Lesser Lord spoke from the real world as they took in the scenery of the memory.

"First regret..?"

The Wanderer snapped out of his trance, walking over to a tree "Voices again..." He muttered and peaked. The Traveller and Paimon looked at each other before following his lead, going to another tree to peak from there.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" A person with (color) hair asked, their eyebrows furrowed in concern as their eyes watched as the harbinger infront of them stare at nothing. Scaramouche clicked his tongue, looking at them from over his shoulder.

"Haven't I told you already? Yes, I am." He spat, crossing his arms and facing them "And I also told you to leave me alone. What are you still doing here?"

Unfazed by his glare and tone, they sighed and smiled. "As your servant, it's only my duty to make sure my lord will be safe"

"Well, as 'your lord', I'm ordering you to leave" The Balladeer lowered his hat and turned to walk away, only to hear them still following him from behind. This caused him to sigh.

"(Name), the Balladeer's servant... They always prioritized him and his safety more than anything" The Dendro Archon's words caused the wanderer's non-existent heart to squeeze slightly, the blonde and the floating child on the other tree were silent.

A green glow suddenly appeared, and the scene changed. Now, they're at some kind of..

"A garden..!" The Traveller's eyes widen in familiarity. But before anyone could question them, the voices return.

"Your 'form' is almost complete." The Doctor informed, a smile that seemed so casual- it was unsettling. "Now we need you to take a little test.. though, I'm sure your servant will be getting in our way"

Scaramouche glanced behind him, staying silent at Dottore's words before looking at him again, stating with no hesitation "I've got it. You're dismissed, I'll meet you when I'm done"

The Doctor gave him a grin before leaving, keeping his hands behind his back as he vanished in thin air of the memory.

The Balladeer , once he was out of ear shot, called for them as he turned around. In a minute, they raised their head from the ground and walked over to their lord.

"Is there something you need?" They asked, tilting their head.

"I'm going to need you to wait for me here until I get back, understood?" He answered with an order, earning wide eyes from them. Their mouth was open for a second with saying a word, a sign of hesitance before they asked.

"But, My Lord.. This experi- plan is risky. It is my job to be by your side to protect you"

"And it is also your job to follow my orders, isn't it?" Scaramouche retaliated, noticing their figure slightly falter. This encouraged him to go on "Do not underestimate me, (Name). I'll come get you when the job is done.. now I'll ask this again, understood?"

The servant stayed silent, but with uncertainty, they nodded and bowed. To seal the order, the balladeer used his finger to tilt their chin up and look at him straight in the eyes.

"Don't leave until I get back. You can't run away now"

And despite his choice of words and stern tone, they still smiled- knowing it's his own way of making a promise. Now as the balladeer leaves, so did the figure of the servant began to vanish.

"They seem like a nice person. To still be there even with that kind of personality.." The wanderer commented, a small smile on his face. The Traveller only frowned while Paimon had her hand holding her head as they stared at him.

Noticing the silence, the Wanderer broke the ice, "It.. looks like this is where the memory ends. Let's move on"

"Now that that's over with, I have somewhere to be" The Wanderer ( who had regained his memories ) stated, fixing his hat as he glances at the traveller and their companion, who had been silent after the naming fiasco.

Getting uncomfortable, he asked "What? Spit it out already"

The Traveller gave Paimon a look, but the child only gestured them to do it themselves, shaking her head furiously. The blonde took a breather before finally letting out-

"About (Name)... You're going to them, right?"

He stared at the figure laying on the ground. His throat felt dry, and all of the sudden- he couldn't feel anything but the air. His eyes were duller than the usual electric indigo ones. He got on his knees, placing a hand on their cheek and felt the petal of the flower 'tucked' in their ear.

A Sumeru rose.. were they always red?

author's note; this sucks ass, I forgot where I was going with this so my bad

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #angst #scaramouche angst #wanderer #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader

[mochiwrites]

I don't think I quite have all the words I want to say- But my goodness if this is gonna be long.

Your writing is gorgeous. And you can take all the time you need on it if it means you can be proud of it and enjoy it as much as I do. When I read Songbird, the characterization was genuinely on point and made complete sense for all of them. I love their unique ways of going about things and how anything they do can be led back to the concept of cause and effect. Idk, I like how despite all the traumas they experience, all the fear, all the blackmail, and wondering if tomorrow will even exist, the one constant they can look forward to is each other. They're hurt, lonely, confused. But they can hold each other's hands and tell the other it'll be okay. (ALBEIT THE RECENT CHAPTER HAS GOT ME IN SHAMBLES THANKS A LOT???) I genuinely love the way you write them all. Grian has got his iconic sass and is always on the go, moving around. He's curious. So curious that it leads him to find people he wants to protect. He wants to do something. He wants validation and to know he's doing things right. He's only human, but since when did that stop him from playing a game way beyond his understanding? Mumbo is lonely and filled with his past mistakes. He pushes away until he realizes he can't anymore. And he lets the light in. The only light he can look at. He grows attached. He's easily flustered, gets snarky, and gets surprised, he's painfully human despite how much he says he's a monster. And I think that's what has gotta hurt about the most recent update. The only humanity he could look forward to, not his own, but another- Possibly gone.

Scar's development is so interesting. He's perfect in every way. He knows what he's doing and doesn't hesitate to do it. Until he does. And just like Mumbo he's grasping for that light to hold onto, but in turn, he crushes it in his palm, only feeling the warm memory of what it was like to be looked at as himself and not a monster. I find your play on words so incredibly fascinating. Fae have such a connection to identity. Scar identifies with a word Grian refuses to call him. Something he was consistently called by so many people until he got a gentle look of determination and care that shattered down his walls. That made him feel with his non-existent "soft human heart". Being taught that identity is what you make of it, and it's up to you and nobody else to decide what you are. But he can't go through with it. Because it's not his choice.

RAAA!!!! I'm so sorry for the long message but I'm such a sucker for your writing and I will probably write more in your dms soon if you're okay with it. But seriously, your writing has got my brain ticking around the clock. Every second of waiting is worth it if you can hold your story in your hands and tell yourself, "I'm proud of this." Because you should be. (Plus, it gives me more time to plan art pieces BNFJBN)

WAILS AND SOBS AT YOU???? REALLY LOUD????

uwahhhhh thank you sm 🥺💕💕 everyone's characterization is something I keep in mind all the time, with every action or thought they may have and ueueueue I'm glad they feel true to their characters. there's just something about like... experiencing so much bad and evil together, but knowing with certainty that the people around you will be there at the end of the day.

AND ALL THREE OF THEM,,, WAILS. grian and his stubborn curiosity but determination to protect and help. yet he's still so pesky and sassy and the impact he has on mumbo and scar is so important. so so so incredibly important. I genuinely don't think the songbird story would hit the same way if he wasn't human.

and mumbo ;-; he has such a kind heart but he's filled with guilt and regret that he pushes people away. and the thing that gets me with him is like,,, he tries so hard to squash that innate kindness, yet he can't help but give that kindness out anyways. and that's so painfully human??? I love sb!mumbo a lot, sad little vampire man.

theN THERE'S SCAR. SCAR WHO I WANT TO SHAKE AROUND SOOOOO AFFECTIONATELY I PROMMY. he's a character that is SO incredibly interesting to me both to study and write and I love how he's developing in the story. we're finally approaching the point in the story where we really see the goodtimeswithscar that we all know and love, and I'm so jittery about revealing his backstory. scar's connection to his identity is so... AUGH. AUGH. I love him ( even while he's making terrible mistakes rn <3 )

but,,, sobbing so incredibly loud at you 🥹💕💕 songbird is very precious to me and I am so proud of it. so incredibly proud of it. long message is 100% welcome, and please!!! feel free to wiggle on into dms :D (and sobs??? plan art??? soBS????)

#mochi speaks #songbird asks #friend moment

[numbers-and-the-fledge]

Paracosm: After Dystopia

On the rough outskirts of a multi-planetary society, there is a planet called Corveilia. And somewhere hidden safely far, far away from Corveilia, there is an outpost of Corveilian defectors.

Corveilia is not a good place. Almost every country has an authoritarian rule, and no one is ever allowed to leave without rarely-given permission. There is constant war, manipulated into existence by The Project, an evil company that sells clone soldiers to the warring parties. The clones come in four varietes: Peacekeepers (soldiers), Medics (self-explanatory), Technicals (like combat engineers), and Menials (servants). They are clones of 4 different people, this is important.

Our heroes are the clones who managed to escape the planet, and now live on the hidden outpost. The other planets refuse to give them aid, as this would violate treaties with Corveilia, so it's up to the people who only know death and violence to help each other live.

Paras:

(Everyone here uses she/her pronouns, so I'm not going to bother listing them all out individually)

Abigail Osley

Clone Type: Peacekeeper

Age: 37

Core: 7 (but merged with a dead core who never got a number and now only exists within Abigail, and also mixed with the tiniest pinch of 15)

Description: Abigail is messy. One day she's hiding from the word, sealed away in her ship in a defeated slump. The next she's head over heels in love (with Sam), making rash choices and throwing everything away to follow her. The next she's angry and shouting and breaking things, convinced that everyone is her enemy. She's passionate. Her sense of justice threatens to consume her. She will always stop to help those in need. She's constantly mean to everyone around her. She loves obsessively. She's disconnected from herself, and finds it hard to form meaningful connections with others. She's clingy. She hates being pitied. Her allegiances change drastically, but not from a two-facedness, but rather from the fact that she can't bear to be on the morally wrong side. She's easily manipulated. People find her strange, and are scared of her. But above all, she CARES.

Samantha (Sam) Dale

Clone Type: Medic

Age: 37

Core: Unknown

Description: Sam is tired. She loves Abby (she's the only one allowed to call her that), but knows that their relationship is only causing pain for the both of them. She just wants to be a good person and do her job, although she finds the latter hard to do through the awful memories that make her legs hurt and her hands shake. She currently is Zoey's second-in-command. She's much better adapted than Abigail, but still very much not over their past.

Madison Kemp

Clone Type: Peacekeeper

Age: 16

Core: 3

Description: Madison never wanted to escape. She was tricked onto that supply ship by her now former best friend, Summer. She still believes her Project programming, although Abigail has taken her under her wing with the intent of breaking it. Junior Peacekeeper Kemp has convinced herself that Peacekeeper Osley is training her to be a full Peacekeeper, to make up for all the training she's missed being away from Corveilia. She's anxious and uptight, desperately clinging to any semblance of order in her now-chaotic life with religious fervor. She still wears her uniform.

Zoey Alphonso

Clone Type: Medic

Age: 26

Core: 6

Description: Zoey can remain calm in any situation. That's how she rose up the ranks of The Project so fast. And even now, after her escape, people still see her as their leader. She's sweet and calmly authoritative. Her compassion is unrelenting, and she approaches every situation non-judgmentally. People in the outpost know that they can trust her with anything, because no matter what, she's got the situation handled.

Amber

Not a clone

Age: 18

Core: 8+7

Description: Amber is a lighting designer. Why is she a lighting designer? Out of all the possible things she could have been, why did my brain have to make her an LD?! Anyways, the LD thing is kind of irrelevant to the plot. Amber is energetic, childish, and awkward, and fortunately does not have the lighting designer personality (no offense to the LDs, but I could not handle having that in my head).

Actually, offense to the LDs. You know what you did.

Allison Harmony

Clone Type: Menial

Age: 28

Core: Unknown

Description: Allison wants to make something more of herself. At first, she set herself as Zoey's assistant, but as time went on, she realized that she wants to be a lawyer (another really random job, I know). There's a whole brain injury subplot that happens, which is really unfortunate for her, but she still continues her studies.

Summer Fate

Clone Type: Peacekeeper

Age: 16

Core: 15+7 (this is a very 7-heavy world, huh)

Description: The first thing Summer did upon her escape was cut and dye her hair. She doesn't want to be what The Project tried to make her into. She's loud, and angry at the world. Everyone at the outpost is severely worried for her. She acts as a representation of Abigail at her worst (because Abigail is essentially a 37 year old teenager).

There's also Naomi and Violet, who are a representation of the healthy relationship that Abigail and Sam don't have. Naomi is a Peacekeeper and Violet is a Technical. They live just outside the outpost in a crashed plane with bead curtains. Also, Naomi is unbearably stylish.

#immersive daydreaming #immersive daydreamer #madd #maladaptive daydreaming #paraportal #my paras #long post #paracosm #sorry you all have to learn about the weird rivalries between various branches of theatre production

[melanielocke]

The Stars Collide - Chapter 34

I'm so sorry for the long wait, but here is the next chapter. I wrote it this morning, I haven't worked on this in a while but I intend to finish it. This story has no spoilers for Chain of Thorns and I've kept the name Rostam for the baby here because it would be weird to change it mid story.

In the end, Alastair pulled Rostam into bed with him, holding his little brother in his arms. It was an odd experience, Alastair was not so used to touching people and he hadn’t met Rostam before today. But he had to acknowledge it was simply too cold in here, and it had only gotten colder. This way, they could pile on all the blankets over the both of them, and they could keep each other warm. Rostam might die otherwise.

He was surprised to find that Rostam didn’t mind it so much. Alastair felt like a stranger to his little brother, but showing him a couple of memories with penguins in them had quickly won him over. Rostam was a lot like him, he guessed. When he was interested in something, he went all the way. Right now, for Rostam that was penguins.

The next day, Alastair was called away for more experiments. He wrapped Rostam in all the blankets they had.

‘Stay on the bed,’ Alastair said. ‘It’s warmer from us sleeping in it.’

Alastair knew it was unlikely he’d made any progress convincing the guard to help, but Grace at least seemed to oppose kidnapping a child. Grace was still wearing a wool coat when he saw her and in it she was shivering.

‘It’s far too cold where we’re kept,’ Alastair said. ‘We need warmer blankets, winter hats, scarves and the like.’

Grace said nothing.

‘Unless you want me to freeze to death,’ Alastair added. ‘I’m doing everything I can to make sure Rostam stays warm, if either of us is going to die from the cold it’s me. You still need me.’

Grace turned to the guard. ‘Bring whatever you can scavenge to keep them warm to the prison cell.’

The guard left the two of them alone and Alastair sat down in the machine’s chair.

‘I’m going to need you to access your own memory while we read,’ Grace said.

‘Of course,’ Alastair said.

He hoped Grace had no clue what he was doing when he slipped back into her mind. It was difficult to navigate, but she had said something that implied the existence of given powers in the Edom empire rather than born like his and he searched something related to that.

What he found was a lab that looked very different from the ones he was used to. The windows looked out into outer space, a planet visible in the distance. This was a spaceship or a satellite. There were scientists in white lab coats walking around. And children, many children. Grace was one of them, guided there by Tatiana who was now her mother.

‘For my daughter, I want the power over men,’ Tatiana told one of the scientists.

‘We’ve been developing a set of stimuli that should produce such a result,’ the scientist said. ‘But I must say that results can be unpredictable. The problem is the lack of natural born power. We think copying might be easier than producing from nothing, but we have nothing.’

It made no sense. Edom conquered planets on the regular, so how come they didn’t find any magic subjects there? Alastair had heard that they had no natural born magic there, but he’d assumed that was only the people born under Edom rule.

‘Are there no planets in the empire that have magic?’ Tatiana said. ‘I was not born here, you see. I never had magic of my own, but where I was from there were many people with powers.’

‘When a planet is conquered by Edom, its natural born magic users all lose their powers,’ the scientist said. ‘No one understands why. Outside our empire, it has proven impossible to take powers away, and yet here it happens without anyone trying. The best we can do is artificial power.’

Hadn’t Grace said something about how they would never take his power away? He guessed that was the second thing the scientist referred to, non Edom researchers had never been able to take magic away. But if that was the case, then how come everyone in Edom lost their powers once they were part of the empire?

‘It is no different than natural born, is it?’ Tatiana said. ‘At least this way you can influence what magic someone gets.’

‘That is true,’ the scientist said. ‘It is not quite like natural magic. You say you’re not from Edom, milady. Did you know natural magic users where you’re from?’

‘I knew a witch,’ Tatiana said. ‘Horrible woman. She and her husband turned my family against me until I had no choice but to run. But the emperor has promised me we would have revenge. One day, Fair will fall to Edom.’

That was worrying. Based on Grace’ age, this had been years ago and Alastair had no clue if Tatiana had any swaying power within the Edom empire. But if the emperor himself had made her any promises, they had to be close. He could hardly imagine what would happen if Fair and their allies were to fall. It seemed like Alastair would lose his powers if that happened. And what about his friends, his family? He doubted the Fairchild family would survive if Edom took over. And what of Thomas?

The memory showed Grace undergoing weeks of experiments until her new powers stuck. It looked horrifying, and considering everyone undergoing the experiments was very young he presumed it only worked on children. He worried for Rostam. Would they try to give him powers too? He did not think Rostam had any, but this was not worth it. This was horrible child abuse.

The memory sped up to Grace first using her power on men Tatiana deemed low enough to experiment on. Poor men, conquered men. Why only men, Alastair wasn’t sure. The most powerful person in Fair was a woman, but he’d heard Edom was far more misogynistic than the Seven Planets. It made him wonder why Tatiana had fled there. If anyone decided he was guilty of murdering Charles, he certainly wouldn’t flee to a place that oppressed gay people.

Perhaps Tatiana feared Grace might turn her power on her mother if she could. After all, Grace was a child whose parents had been killed by the people Tatiana supported. He didn’t know how Grace felt about her exactly, but Alastair could see her turning against her mother. Perhaps all she needed was a push. Alastair knew all about hating a parent so badly it poisoned you. And he knew sometimes it was best to cut off that person completely. He’d only been able to start processing his father with Thomas, when he was safe and not trying to survive every day.

The men did everything Grace asked of them. They gave her gifts, expressed their love to her. It was horrifying. Grace was twelve at oldest, and it wasn’t her fault she had these gifts. Her mother was making grown men desire her. And then the men died. Every single one of them, usually within several hours of Grace first controlling them.

He returned to the present, with Grace staring angrily at him. ‘What were you doing in my head?’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Alastair said evenly.

‘Don’t play dumb,’ Grace said. ‘I had the reading tuned in to better tell me what your power was doing, and it showed me you were revisiting another’s memory. I’m the only person in the room.’

‘For your information, I can reach farther than that ever since you first enhanced my power,’ Alastair said. ‘And I used to be unable to visit another’s memory without them being there with me.’

‘We enhanced you a lot,’ Grace said. ‘The scientists of Edom once claimed that artificial power is as good as natural. But I can enhance your natural power to things that have never been seen. And once we progress some more, we can harvest and sell it and you will never lose what you can do.’

‘Except if you were to take me to Edom,’ Alastair said. ‘I’d lose my power there. Why?’

‘No one knows,’ Grace said. She paused.

Alastair suspected she did have her ideas. He wasn’t sure if he could coax it out of her, and it was not the most relevant right now.

‘So because of that, you instead set up your research here,’ Alastair said. ‘It seems awfully complicated, having to build a lab underwater, but if you wanted to experiment on people with natural magic, you need to do it here. And you need access to someone.’  

‘Charles made it all possible,’ Grace said. ‘He was a fool, thinking the emperor would give him anything. If he had left it all alone, then Charles would have been King of Fair one day.’

It never would have been enough for Charles. He’d always want more power, more magic at his disposal. If Charles hadn’t done this, he’d be alive today. And Alastair would still be with him, he guessed.

‘You don’t care about him being dead.’

‘I know as well as you do that he was not a good person,’ Grace said.

‘But neither are you,’ Alastair said. ‘Working with these people, kidnapping children. Why do you do it, Grace? I won’t pretend I haven’t seen your memories. I know what you told me about your planet being conquered was true. You know Tatiana is not your mother, right? She doesn’t love you, she only wants to use you.’

‘You think I don’t know that?’ Grace hissed. ‘I’ve been trying to leave Edom for years. But I can’t. There are very few planets that would take Edom refugees, and none would take me if they knew what I could do. I can’t keep it hidden forever, I can’t risk touching anyone.’

‘So you keep doing research on magic,’ Alastair said. ‘You think if you can make what you’re doing to me work, you could also take your own magic away.’

‘You have no idea what it’s like,’ Grace said. ‘It only works on men, my mother said, but even that is not reliable. I’ve killed people I didn’t think were men because I believed I could touch them. Sex and gender is a lot more complicated than the simple man or woman dichotomy and it makes my power unpredictable.’

‘Charles may be dead, but I am still close to the royal family,’ Alastair said. ‘If you help me-‘

A guard came back, and Alastair promptly shut up. He could not let anyone else know he was trying to work with Grace. He did feel for her, and he did understand how she believed she had no choice. It was true that foreign planets were hesitant letting in people with powers. And Grace’ power was a curse more than anything else. He was not a scientist himself, but he knew Grace and Christopher were both brilliant. Perhaps together they could find a way to remove Grace’ powers. And Alastair could help her get that opportunity. If he could convince Henry and Charlotte to take her in as a refugee.

‘We’re done here,’ Grace said to the guard. ‘Bring him back to me tomorrow.’

When Alastair returned to the prison cell, he saw that more blankets had been supplied, as well as winter clothes. He immediately put a hat on Rostam’s head, and a scarf around his neck before wrapping him into the thickest blanket he could find. Then Alastair found some warm clothes and blankets for himself. It was still cold, but it was bearable.

‘Look,’ Rostam said, pointing at the ocean outside. ‘That’s a penguin!’

Alastair looked where Rostam was pointing, and he saw the bird coming closer, as if it were curious. It was a large penguin, larger than the fairy penguins and it had a bright pink heart on its chest, which was odd.

‘What kind of penguin is that?’

‘They’re called love penguins because of that pink spot,’ Rostam said. ‘Look, here!’

Rostam opened his penguin book at the page that depicted the love penguin, and Alastair took a good look. The spot was not always heart shaped, but often enough that it had been named such.

‘They’re very rare,’ Rostam said. ‘They only nest on one island near the southpole of Fair.’

‘You really know your penguins,’ Alastair said, and Rostam gleamed with pride.

He skimmed through the page of the book, and found a reference. The penguins only nested on King Granville’s Isle, which was a small island that was only inhabited by scientists studying the penguins and other wildlife. It was very cold there, which explained why Alastair was freezing in here.

‘You’re a genius, Rostam,’ Alastair said. ‘We just narrowed down where we are by a large margin. Which means we need to find a way to get a message out.’

‘Does that mean Cordelia is coming to save us?’

‘She is,’ Alastair said. ‘As soon as she knows where we are, she’ll come for us.’  

@alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @life-through-the-eyes-of @astriefer @justanormaldemon @ipromiseiwillwrite @a-dream-dirty-and-bruised @amchara @all-for-the-fanfiction @imsoftforthomastair @ddepressedbookworm @queenlilith43 @wagner-fell @cant-think-of-anything @laylax13s @tessherongraystairs @boredfangirl16 @artist-in-soul @beyondlifebeyonddeath @ikissedsmithparker

#Alastair Carstairs #Rostam Carstairs #Grace Blackthorn #the stars collide #the last hours #fanfic

[crudciferx]

If you don't mind may I ask Terukis opinions on Carol

You can, I'm happy to say you're my first request and I like Carol a lot. 👀 Secret Agent doo-doo-de-doo Secret Agent! (/sung at "inspector gadget" tempo)

Spoilers for Chapter 6 (Ignihyde Story) - but the title will be in red for anyone who wants to avoid that last part!

Prelude - This is along the line that Teruki is in the place of MC of this universe, no other OC's except Carol and characters in your direct lore exist, and Night Raven operates like it does canonically. I love the Fandorm, BTW, I loved Monsters Inc!

Overall or TL:DR ―

Teruki likes her! He'd be a bit snooping but with what's happening in the story, that distracts him. Below is an "overview" of how a chapter would go, but not a lot of flavor text...

Chapter 0 ―

At first, meeting each other is quite hazardous as it's after Grim had set the place ablaze and the students were all sectioning off to leave. Staying behind with Crowley is basically a bitter discussion as Teruki is an adult in a Freshman wave of students, he has no magic, and the cat is discussed at length until Carol slinks into the stage.

Teruki wanted to laugh as the Dark Mirror confirms there are two non-magic users in the school, but Teruki is coming off pain medication, so would prefer to sit down in the library.

Finds it funny they're both at two strikes: one student is an adult with no magic, and one student is feminine and has no magic. He will quote them both as, "on thin ice with Crowley" because of this.

Refuses to call himself a student, especially after he was sharing 50/50 a student seat with Grim and was forced into the first year. Tries not to bring up he's older than Carol, but is the kouhai. Oldest sibling issues.

Will share with her any memories he doesn't think are important, might let slip some private info but he doesn't know that. For the first 3 chapters, he almost has amnesia with only the basics of his childhood and memory of arriving here. Important later.

Attempts to help in the library with his one arm, and is a bit slower paced. If Carol is willing to help with a pile of books, he'll be appreciative!

Mostly, Teruki is focused on tasks about ghosts killing them, the house pet from hell that is Grim, jackass freshman, and a priceless magical chandelier. He doesn't see Carol much during the prologue, but does remember she's there.

If Carol is okay with it, Teruki would like to be on equal footing with her. Would not prefer either of them to be a Dorm Leader, and would like this to be... diplomatic. Doesn't elaborate further until...

Chapter 1 ―

Thinks that seeing the plot of Alice in Wonderland in a foggy dream could only be a dream, and doesn't think to tell anyone.

Teruki is probably the one to open the door for Ace, and is generally sympathetic even after what Ace had pulled (Teruki is weak on younger teens, and the collar is very foreign and strange). I see Teruki and Carol both staring at Ace in a stupor... and then Teruki turns against him and gently scolds him to apologize.

Is not going out of his way to really talk to anyone, as he's far more interested in either going home or getting through this as friendless as possible. Against his own wishes, he actually likes Carol and finds the sassy cat as a... bonus! It's still strained, because their strangers, and Chapter 1 is very fast paced...

Is caught up with Riddle's rule in Heartslybul and even though the two aren't close at the time, he does check in to Carol in the library from time to time. But after the tart making fiasco to help Ace, Teruki might ask for Carol to assist the group in carrying it in (because of his broken arm, he could not carry it and the group didn't want Ace or Deuce's bad luck to eat/crush it).

Carol gets roped into the Overblot of Chapter 1 because of Teruki and Teruki tries his best to get them weapons... but, he's unable to fight. He's going to be hung up about that as well. Anything Carol can do to help will have Teruki grateful stuck around. Is also setback a couple weeks for his cast, as he landed on his arm and cracked it. Might need Carol to escort him to the buses office.

Chapter 2 ―

The dream this time brings about deja vu to them, but really, he thinks nothing about the plot as it had a talking cast of animals. In a dream, he doesn't connect that Grim (who's real) is also a talking animal...

Most of this chapter is them being separate so the two plots that come together are very much like a Superhero Movie plot. Or at least that's how Deuce phrases it after. Teruki and Grim, under Crowley's thumb, take witness statements as Carol takes on the narrowing down the culprit from a Dorm seemingly unaffected, Diasomnia.

Got chased around by the Leech's with the Heartslybul crew, and might have dragged in Carol and Lilia by accident as the Tweels chased "the goody-goody" dorm students. After seeing Lilia fly once, Teruki wonders why he didn't fly away. Lilia flew away instead of answering him in irony.

Teruki, a child of privilege himself and from a very large family, tries to be sympathetic to Leona (as a baseline) even if Carol laughs at him a little bit. Won't stop Carol or Grim laughing at him, though.

Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Teruki recruit Jack into the Heartslybul team and Carol brings Diasomnia, and is very relieved that Carol was also doing something in the back because this was a mess. Is a part of the group that makes up the preliminary Spelldrive crew, and asks Carol to be a part of their team.

Is knocked out like in canon, and does not see Malleus in the crowd or Spelldrive tournament. Absolutely babies Cheka, and he regrets it as he can never live it down. If Carol joins in, he's double dead!

Chapter 3 ―

This is the bonding chapter, as they need it for Book 4...

Okay... now, the dreams are starting to become too specific and he might ask Carol, vaguely, if she has strange dreams about people and places she's never been. Carol, who has something guiding her and her own secret mission, answers vaguely back. Both are shifty at breakfast.

Is the one who witnessed his friends failing Azul's conditions first hand, and recruits Carol and Jack to follow them and the other students into the Lounge. Of course, the three that were captured in the scam were scolded thoroughly by the two adults and Jack.

Carol sits on Teruki's right and Jack on his left during the meeting with Azul: Teruki weighs his options and Azul just needs one of them to sign... Teruki signs it, and places the pen down rather harshly. If Carol feels bad about anything leading to their temporary homelessness, Teruki will reassure her it's his name on the scroll. It was him in the end.

Because of Carol preferring to spend her time with Diasomnia during this chapter, especially after they lose their temporary home because of Teruki's signature, Teruki feels very responsible and will be far more harsh to Ashengrotto in the plan, and Leona claps him on the back for how vindictive he can be.

He keeps Carol in the loop during class, and sort of changes the plan if Carol has any good points. Is mostly quiet around the Tweels (angry, and stewing) until they beat them in battle and help them with Azul. Is far more sympathetic towards them afterwards and having the private talk with Azul and Carol in the museum really helps mellow him out.

Jade also seems to like how vindictive and how harsh he can be, post Overblot, as he enjoys a bit of shit stirring and Teruki also signed up for his club with no real bias. Carol, Jade, and Teruki: that's a good trio of friends right there!

Sadly does not fight this chapter, and does act more like a coach as ink, smoke, and giant geysers of water attack and separate the group. His legs still work, he can run to anyone's aid!

Again, tries getting Grim to spit out the rock!

Chapter 4 ―

Okay... Okay... The dreams are very specific to Overblot individuals, and at this point, Teruki has figured out pieces of Carol's mission. This is a difficult chapter for Teruki as he just had his cast taken off and only had a week of physical therapy before Idia, his main "doctor", vanished to go home. He's dealing with a lot, and won't take it out on Carol but, this chapter starts off with home sickness for Teruki.

If Carol has home sickness as well, maybe they can bond over it a little. Will tell Carol he has a twin sister, and a little brother. Will tell her that she reminds him of his sister, because of mostly the secret keeping and also the more neutral takes she has on situations. Doesn't tell her much else, because... well, Jamil happened.

Teruki is a body guard and a private investigator, and now that he has a phone, he's always glued to it and generally searching things up far too rapidly for answers. From what he's gathered from the Asim family, he reluctantly (even under Jamil's spell) agrees to go. Jamil probably doesn't try anything else on him for fear of Teruki catching on, since he was resistant.

Will be very humble and respectful in another dorm, as he usually is in other people's abode, but nearly tears the door down the instant he was locked away at night. If Carol wasn't in a room to his right and they could communicate through the windows that led to a large drop, he might have gone until his arm broke again. Carol would have to be the brains of this operation for escape, as Teruki doesn't handle loss of autonomy well at all. Teruki will willingly use a broom to train against students at the pond.

After the escape to Octavinelle, Teruki would be glad that they made it out okay... until he uses a broom to get their pursuers away with the Tweels. Will offer Carol the final blow because he swears he's about to snap, LMAO.

Teruki's greatest weakness: loss of autonomy or control of himself on any level. Useful info!

During the stint in the desert, Teruki would tell Kalim in no certain terms that anyone worth their salt as a friend wouldn't try and kill their friend. And wasn't shocked at Jamil refusing his friendship, or Azul's advances. This is probably the chapter that Jade, Teruki, and Carol's Trio solidifies.

Chapter 5 ―

Would probably be making breakfast at this point if Carol is okay with slightly spiced cinnamon dishes every so often (he's a spiced kinda guy) and she doesn't pull away for her missions as much. The dreams are far too coincidental, and he shares them with his small friend group that came back from break.

Of course, Ace and Deuce talked him down. Grim laughed at him. Carol, if she knows anything, will be questioned if she shows any sign. If she doesn't tell him anything or barely little, Teruki will be more independent this chapter. Not forgetting her, but Carol knows he has a fractured memory of his original home... he needs processing time.

Remembers a time a charge of his, as a bodyguard, had left out crucial information on his enemies family name. Also pieces together fractured bits of his demise as well, and his punishment for failure. Will now not take an emission of truth from anyone, he will be more aggressive in his persistence for his past...

... Then gets sucked into VDC. And even though he dances with ease and potential with the group, because Kalim asked... he absolutely will not dance in front of Vil. Grim does the dancing. Of course, Grim doesn't get in.

Is very supportive of Deuce and Epel being rebellious (his weakness), Carol please be the voice of reason if they need scolding! He is not mad when Vil starts a diet, he used to diet before he started working back home. Will now take up half the cooking, and has to be watched by Vil, because he might salt things a bit too much...

Carol, please, believe him when he spills his guts about the mirror and what he believes Vil is about to do! Of course, no matter what, he's dragging Carol along so she can help! (Is sad that Vil Overbloted on them anyways, and will apologize fully later for dragging Grim and Carol in!)

I honestly think Teruki would manage to keep Malleus ("Hornton") a secret, and would surprise Carol and everyone with their friendship. Of course, Teruki and Carol need to have a talk about secrets later... but for now, he votes for Night Raven, and is not surprised they lost. Was a bit surprised at Rook being the tie breaker...

Enlists Carol's help to find Grim after Mickey made him aware that he's missing! He trusts her and trusts Grim, as he has a weakness to animals as well as younger kids. Grim cuts open his previously injured arm like canon MC, and he scrambled out of there to call Carol and Crowley as fast as possible...

Chapter 6 ―

(Keeping this one short, Chapter 6 is veeerrry complex!)

He is upset that finally all those dirty rocks Grim ate are coming back to bite him, and surprised Vil is willing to pay for anything for Ramshackle. Of course he's going to ask Carol if it's okay but... I mean, that's a good amount of money!

Does not blame anyone for keeping their share, not at all. It's fair, and not everyone can just give it away when they have family and futures as well.

Is absolutely pissed and tries attacking the intruders with a staff made by Idia and/or Rook, but Vil uses magic to push him back and he is unable to stop anything. Will need Carol as a shoulder to lean on, as he is still stitched up from Grim.

Is very willing to call Rook's bluff with Epel on the broom over the ocean, but he just doesn't want to be left behind to wait. Will apologize if Carol chews him out for enabling being dropped in the ocean when Rook might not have been able to save them.

Definitely has his retractable staff or a quarterstaff, and has it confiscated. Will smile evilly if he gets a stun baton off of a guard robot. Carol, rein him in! Rook and Epel just enable violence, especially Rook!

When he gets a kiss from Vil, Teruki is just flabbergasted. He's gotten a kiss from a supermodel/actor/singer and he stares at Carol like :0!

Definitely does perform any first aid if needed. He's got basic knowledge and does know how to do a tunicate, field stitch, and CPR. Can drive, so he probably operates the hovering cars for the group that is Ramshackle+ Pomefiore on one car.

Wants to solidify their friendship, if she will allow it. Was definitely :0 at the new home hologram, and 100% is giddy to lay in the magical projection bed of his room!

In the Guest Room (function), Teruki would prefer anything with dark wood or dark colors, Octavinelle furniture, or anything victorian looking. He will also take anything that looks vaguely Japanese, even though... ow, it gives him migraines... !

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #TWST Teruki #Teruki Interactions #Carol Ann #fumikomiyasaki #MC #My MC #TWST MC #Twisted Wonderland MC #OC #OC's #TWST OC's #Other's MC #Ramshackle Prefect #THIS TOOK SO LONG BECAUSE I HAD TO GO BACK AND FORTH I'M SORRY HHHHH

[saucymalum]

How Cliche pt.5

Luke Hemmings x fem!reader pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

Summary: When Y/Ns sisters wedding was announced they thought they could find a date. But when the weddings a week away with no date they are forced to ask their best friend, Luke, to be their fake boyfriend for the wedding.

Originally posted on my Instagram

Word Count: 716

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The plane makes an almost smooth landing and I lead Luke quickly out of the airport. I'm enjoying being able to stretch my legs after so long. Crossing the threshold I pull out my phone to call my mom. Just as I'm searching for her contact I'm distracted by a car horn. I look up to see my mother jumping out of her car and running to me her arms wide open.

She engulfs me in a bear hug. “Oh sweetie, it’s so great to see you again!"

I squeeze her tighter, I didn't realize how much I missed her until now. A year is a damn long time. She pulls away and her eyes immediately look at the blonde giraffe next to me aka Luke.

"Oh gosh, you must be Luke! My, you're tall! I've been waiting to meet you for ages." She says as she pulls him into a hug. 

He shoots a smile my way when he hugs her back, "Ages huh? Well, it's a shame we couldn't meet sooner."

They pull away and my mom is pulling us to the car quickly. I'm shoved to the back as she tells Luke to sit up front. 

"So Luke, YN tells me you're in a band? How's that going?" The subtlety is almost non-existent with this one.

"It's going amazing, we've been a band for almost 10 years now."

"Oh yeah? What's your favorite part?"

"Definitely meeting our fans, they're so amazing and passionate. I wish I could thank them all individually." He looks at her with such a bright smile I can almost feel myself getting lost.

"What's your band's name again?" She asks leaning to the side to hear him better while keeping her eyes glued to the road.

"5 seconds of summer. It's a really weird name, honestly, I still have no clue what it means"

My mom giggles and It's like I'm dreaming. I'm completely shocked. No boyfriend I've ever had has been able to make my mom's ice walls melt so quickly. Most would be happy, say he's obviously a keeper, my chest just feels empty and my heart’s in my throat. What's going to happen when I tell her we broke up? We aren't technically even dating.

I sit in silence the rest of the drive to the hotel zoning out of the conversation in the front of the car. Im broke out of my thoughts by my door being opened. Luke looks at me concerned and leans in close.

"You ok? We're almost at our room."

"Yeah, I was just thinking." I step out of the car and grab my suitcase from the trunk. Seeing Luke and my mom laughing made me simultaneously ecstatic and extremely sad. Luke walks up to me and laces our fingers together. Memories flood into my head and my heart sinks deeper. I walk alongside Luke silently focusing only on the Hotel door trying to get there as soon as I can. The sooner I get into the room the sooner I can hide in the bathroom and calm down from this flood of unwelcome emotion. 

I quickly check in telling my mom I’m tired and we can talk tomorrow and rush to my room. I sit on the bed taking a deep breath and bury my face in my hands. The room door unlocks and a head of blond hair walks through. Luke places his bag next to mine and walks over to me. 

“We have the same room huh?” I laugh bitterly.

His eyebrows knit together, “I mean its not like we haven’t shared a bed before. Do you suddenly not want to be around me or something? What did I do wrong?” 

“You did nothing wrong, Luke. I’m just very overwhelmed right now.”

He nods and sits next to me. We sit next to each other in silence unbeknownst to him his presence is only making my confusion worse. Do I still have feelings for him or am I just going insane? Do I just need some sleep? Will that save me from spirally?

I sigh and look up at Luke only to find him already looking at me. I look into his crystal eyes and give him a weak smile. What the hell have I got myself into?

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#luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #5sos fanfic #5sos fic

[beckyh2112]

I am way overdue

Is there place to read bios/descriptions of your Dai Li characters?

P.S. Cycled back into old favourites. Xiang’s always been kinda my #1

Don't worry, I'm apparently incapable of answering these things in a timely manner.

I don't think there's a currently existing place to read bios/descriptions, but I can paste the stuff from my Avatar OC files below a cut here.

Qin: (Chinese, 'descendant of the Qin Dynasty' or 'from the state of Qin') A Dai Li captain. Promoted three years after the Siege. Dusky skin, hooked nose, dark hair, dark green eyes. Knack for crystal-bending, as well as a master earthbender. He was the one who was crystal-bending Iroh most of the time. Azula picked him out as her 'pet' Dai Li, much to his unhappiness. Astrologically is a Metal Tiger. (29 during the series.) When they discovered his crystalbending, his parents tried to sell him to the highest bidder. It was called an 'apprenticeship', but in this case, that was nice legal talk to hide some very illegal things. However, the then-head of the Dai Li stepped in and retrieved Qin, having him fostered somewhere else with the understanding that if he had the earthbending power to go with the crystalbending, he'd join the Dai Li when he reached the correct age. He now has an especial devotion to seeking out other crystalbenders in Ba Sing Se.

Xiang: (Chinese, 'auspicious, lucky') A Dai Li captain. Promoted shortly before the Siege broke out. Past-broken nose, dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, short beard. Resentful of Hyo's position as second-in-command. Dislikes Jae for being Long Feng's pet boy. Doesn't like other people in general. Is generally an unpleasant bastard, but he has a memory as good as Long Feng's, he works hard, and he's a strong earthbender. Fond of making earthquakes. Astrologically is a Fire Dog. (33 during the series.) Xiang is good with the ladies, as long as they're happy with one-night stands or fuckbuddy relationships, and they can put up with his tendency to get jealous when other people flirt with them while they're out with him. His identical twin brother is a high-ranking Earth Kingdom soldier. They do not speak to each other, even under pain of death. In fact, the only member of Xiang's family he still speaks to is his sister. However, that is being curtailed as her husband doesn't want his children being influenced by the Dai Li.

Rui: (Chinese, 'lucky') Xiang's twin. Strong earthbender with a nasty temper. Captain in the Army. Astrologically is a Fire Dog. (33 during the series.)

Jae: (Korean, 'respect') A Dai Li captain. One of Long Feng's hand-picked Dai Li. Promoted five years after the Siege. Loyal and fanatically devoted to Long Feng. He has been favored by Long Feng more than many, though that usually results in getting more difficult assignments and less rest. Skillful and lucky with dice, cards, and game tiles/stones. Chestnut brown hair, brown eyes. Astrologically is a Wood Sheep. (24 during the series.) Jae is a soldier's son. He greatly upset his father when he joined the Dai Li instead of the Army. He upset his father even more when his father discovered he was gay, which wound up with Jae being disowned. They don't speak to each other. He will sometimes write to his mother. Daiyu is his cousin, but she's on walkabout so he never sees her. Jae has been a Dai Li only for the Siege and the last six years, which were some of the worst years of being a Dai Li. Combined with his own family abandonment issues, this makes Jae distinctly "fuck it" about what any non-Dai Li thinks of him or the organization. He has a job to do, and he will do it, and God help anyone who hurts one of his people.

Daiyu: (Chinese, 'black jade') A wandering earthbuilder. Her father was a soldier in Ba Sing Se, and she helped hold the wall during the siege six years ago. Jae is her cousin. Nowadays, she offers her services as a professional earthbender wherever she goes. Her knack and her experiences have made her a powerful building earthbender, though not much of a fighter. Astrologically is an Earth Dog. (21 during the series.)

Sang Min: (Korean, 'aid and cleverness') A Dai Li agent under Jae. Jae's partner and lover. Vulgar, but mostly cheery and good-natured. Has a soft eastern accent. Astrologically is a Fire Monkey. (23 during the series.)

Kyung: (Korean, 'honored') A Dai Li agent. Green eyes. Chatri's mentor. Trainee at the same time Hyo was. He did not return to Ba Sing Se with the other Dai Li after the end of the War. Troubled by the Dai Li's apparent betrayal of the city they had sworn to protect, he remained in the Fire Nation, eventually finding his way to Shrine Springs Shrine. There he took up meditation before the Winter Koi as a way to soothe his troubled spirit, and made friends with the young Fire Sage Seiji.

Duyi: (Chinese, 'extraordinary one') A Dai Li agent under Xiang. Got pickpocketed by Lanh, which is how the Dai Li wound up discovering the boy. Deft on his feet even when he isn't using rock-boots to bond with stone. A good eye for detail and patience to go through all sorts of paperwork and comprehend what he's looking at. Tai's partner. Astrologically is a Wood Horse. (25 during the series.) He thinks women dressed as men are hot.

Tai: (Chinese, 'great') A Dai Li agent under Xiang. One of Long Feng's hand-picked Dai Li. Used to be a tailor's son before he became Dai Li, so has a deft eye for cloth and clothing, as well as a deft hand with a needle and thread. Duyi's partner. Hazel eyes. Astrologically is an Earth Dog. (21 during the series.)

Niran: (Thai, 'everlasting, eternal') A Dai Li mindbender under Liu. Extremely skilled and lucky with the ladies (or men if he turned his mind to it), unlucky with everything else. He has a tendency to be unlucky in ways that are beneficial to the world at large in the long run but extremely unpleasant for him in the immediate situation. Doesn't like Jae. Has an extremely casual, slangy way of speaking. His family works the Agrarian Zone, living at the outer edge of the Lower Ring. Unlike many Dai Li, he maintains a friendly relationship with his family, including doing earthbending for them and helping on the farm. Astrologically is a Fire Monkey. (23 during the series.)

Liu: (Chinese, 'flowing') A Dai Li captain. Took a bad fireblast across the face during the Siege, and now his throat and lower face are half-melted masses of scar tissue. He cannot speak. He can only consume fluids and thin gruel. He uses his earthbending to write in walls when he needs to convey complicated things, and resorts to sign language and body language for simple things. He does not work much in the Palace, Upper Ring, and Middle Ring of the city. He is often in Lake Laogai. He wears a scarf to conceal his face. Green eyes. Black hair streaked with light grey/white. Astrologically is a Fire Ox. (42 years old during series.) Liu is a sumi-e painter and calligrapher. He was trained since childhood to be a scholar. His parents were very proud he was chosen to be a Dai Li, but by the end of his trainee period, they half-feared him. Their fear increased over the years, so he has slowly dropped all connections to his family. They think he died in the Siege, and he has had no reason to tell them otherwise. He wears a ring of chrysocolla, a blue-green copper stone, which has healing energies and works with the fifth chakra -- the throat chakra. It can help with infections, especially of the throat, and assist in speeding the recovery from burns. Mi-Cha made it for him.

Bae: (Korean, 'inspiration') A Dai Li agent. A mindbender under Liu, one of the better normal ones. Pretty much Xin Wan's second. He is afraid he will wind up like Xin Wan when he becomes the Chief Mindbender. Also, tends to try to use Niran's girlbending powers for evil and/or lulz. Astrologically is a Fire Dog. (33 years old during the series.) As a child and teenager, he had a real knack for convincing people of unlikely things and talking his way out of trouble. This caught some of the Dai Li's attention and when he finished his training, it was found he had a knack for mindbending. Promoted to captain after Hyo's return from the Fire Nation.

Hyun Su: (Korean, 'long life') A Dai Li agent under Qin. Alak's roommate after the boy's family disowns him. Has a scar down his right cheek. Brown eyes and brown hair. Quiet man. Plays the koto. He's apparently a vegetarian, though not an uber-strict one. He'll eat meat when politeness demands he must, but he won't eat it otherwise. He keeps a container vegetable garden, which definitely includes calypso beans and dragon carrots. He's the one Iroh grabbed to bring to the Avatar to question during "Crossroads of Destiny". By the time the eclipse rolls around, he's gotten fed up with being pushed around by Firefolk. Astrologically is a Wood Sheep. (24 during the series.) Promoted to captain after his return from the Fire Nation.

Xin Wan: (Chinese, 'mind/heart bend') The Chief Mindbender of the Dai Li. Joo Dee smiles like he does. He greatly enjoys playing with his prey, but he obeys Long Feng and Hyo. Physically utterly average. Brown eyes. Brown hair. His skill with mindbending is on the amazing side. He can mindbend people with only a candle for his equipment, as long as he can hold them in place to look at the flame and listen to his voice. This has led to Long Feng and Hyo enforcing celibacy on him, since he's perfectly capable of reprogramming people to fit his sexual kinks. And he is extremely kinky. (Liu possesses some paintings of Xin Wan in various encounters that ensure Xin Wan will obey the enforced celibacy since he doesn't want them to get out.) Astrologically is a Metal Sheep. (48 during the series.) He views and treats the Joo Dees as his pretty dolls. Has a hobby of making music boxes and is a rather skilled woodworker. When he was fifteen, he did not live in Ba Sing Se. He also was the one who crippled Seneschal Kajizu's hand. She was trying to fireblast someone when he spiked it to a bloody mess with stone. No clear details other than that. A year later, though, he was in Ba Sing Se. He was an illiterate peasant immigrant, running from the Fire Nation's invasion. Not sure if there was anyone else with him. Three months to a year after he arrived in Ba Sing Se, he became a Dai Li trainee. At twenty-three years old, he demonstrated that he can mindbend people with nothing but a candle and a dark room. After that, he was confined to the Upper Ring except on Dai Li business or with special permission from Long Feng or his second. Xin Wan has not seen or communicated with anyone in his family since then. He is heading towards suicidal depression from the confinement, though like many depressives, he does his best to keep it hidden.

Myung Dae: (Korean, 'right and great') A Dai Li agent. Builder-trained. Dark brown eyes that are almost black, dark brown hair, square face with a nose that's been broken in the past. He did not return to Ba Sing Se with the other Dai Li. Instead, he found his way to Red Chrysanthemum Island where he settled in with a local carpenter and his family. He worked to help raise houses and court one of the local women.

Klahan: (Thai, 'courageous') A Dai Li agent. One of the two 'bending as partners against Toph in "Lake Laogai".

Makisig: (Tagalog, 'handsome, manly') A Dai Li agent. One of the two 'bending as partners against Toph in "Lake Laogai". His family came to Ba Sing Se as refugees. He is of mixed Water and Earth blood, though it's his father who was the halfblood. Northern rather than Southern. His name is quite correct.

In-Su: (Korean, 'preserving wisdom') A Dai Li agent. He did not return to Ba Sing Se with the other Dai Li. Instead, he eventually wound up on Jagged Coast Island, pulling cons with a firebender named Mazaru. Unfortunately, they got caught.

Kidlat: (Tagalog, 'lightning') A Dai Li agent. His specialty is rock-skating, and he's generally pretty fast. Trained with Jae. Astrologically is a Wood Sheep. (24 during the series.) Graffiti artist. Went by Shi Quan ("stone fist") as a tagger before the Dai Li picked him up. His parents were refugees. They worked hard and didn't buck the system and managed to move to the Middle Ring. He's the youngest of four. [Pux OC]

Rithisak: (Cambodian, 'mighty') A Dai Li agent. Trained with Hyo. Has since retired to Ba Sing Se University, likely due to an injury. He no longer wears the distinguishing Dai Li queue. [Pux OC]

Lanh: (Vietnamese, 'quick-minded, smart; streetwise') Dai Li trainee. Citizen of Ba Sing Se; former pickpocket and still kleptomaniac. Speed-bender, tends to go in and out and leave chaos in his wake. Skilled at sleight of hand. Astrologically is a Water Tiger. (17 during the series.) [Pux OC] Very average. Brown hair, brown eyes, lean, his hair's about to his shoulder blades. Lighter-skinned than Jet. Narrow face, high cheekbones.

Chatri: (Thai, 'brave knight') Dai Li trainee. Noble refugee from Omashu; very sensitive to changes in the earth. Tracks people with his feet; can tell fire from earth from water, normal from bender, just by the way they walk. Astrologically is a Water Rabbit. (16 during the series.) [Pux OC] Red-brown hair, hazel eyes, muscular, constantly angry (not unlike a certain firebender…), shaggy hair just starting to reach that stage of "cut me or I will be a bush!" Chatri's father is named Aran. He's a dickwad. Tends to focus more on a noble's privileges than on their duties.

Alak: (Thai, 'world; beautiful tresses') Dai Li trainee. Third-generation citizen of Ba Sing Se; specialises in quantity rather than size: multiple projectiles vs an earthquake or a slab. Green eyes. Astrologically is a Water Rabbit. (16 during the series.) [Pux OC] Quiet and nice. One of the good men in the Dai Li.

Thanh: (Vietnamese, 'achieved, accomplished') A Dai Li captain getting on in the years who retired sometime between the end of the Siege and the beginning of the series. He currently maintains the Dai Li's museum, which is a mix between deskwork and hands-on-work and supervision of various people. He also teaches history at the Ba Sing Se University. Master of the cluster f-bomb. He mentored Long Feng and Xin Wan, considering them both a pair of 'his' boys: his golden boy and his failed boy. He currently mentors Alak, his quiet boy.

Chet: The Dai Li Commander before Hyo. Murdered at the beginning of the Siege of Ba Sing Se. He was a trainee with Long Feng and Xin Wan. Upper Ring, much more polished than either the street rat or the peasant. More powerful of an earthbender than Long Feng, but not as skilled as a fighter. He was part of the conspiracy that murdered the Fifty-First Earth King, and the last survivor until Long Feng figured out. He was also the only one of the conspirators who thought Long Feng could get the regency. Long Feng had a side-project of killing, exiling, or beggaring the conspirators as he discovered them. However, Chet never thought that would happen to him. He figured he'd covered his tracks too well, and even if Long Feng did find out, what was he going to do? Chet was a loyal subordinate and a friend since they were teens. He gave Long Feng the Earth Kingdom by killing the Earth King. (He did not do what he did for Long Feng, but he did factor the benefits to Long Feng into things.) Long Feng murdered him with a knife. It's still a cold case in Ba Sing Se.

#atla #bextalk

[ray-just-ray-thanks]

Part 1 - Good Omens and Sir Terry Pratchett

Master Post Here

Why I was so angry (and I still am) with some entitled new fans

Okay, I'm going to give more context to my claim. My original post was very, let's say, rough around the edges and I didn't explain well my argument.

I'm talking from a nostalgic point of view; I have been in the Good Omens Fandom for at least 10 years now and my own sexuality has grown with it. I recognize there is a lot of discourse around the TV show and I understand most of it, but I also don't agree with it. I'm from another time (I'm old, lol, or at least it seems like it's been century, fandoms are changed a lot) and for me the context matter more than anything.

It doesn't help that I was a fan of Sir Terry Pratchett works, before even knowing who Neil Gaiman was and I consider myself more a fan of the first than the latter.

The book was written in another time, 30 years ago, I wasn't even born 30 years ago, LGBT+ representation was nearly non-existing at best and quite insulting at worst. In this climate the book was created and a comedy, in which not in a single joke LGBT+ people were the punch line (and the ugly truth is that's a rarity).

The authors were very clear in interviews that they loved the characters, they loved their little Demon and Angel they create. Personal speculation I think that Sir Pratchett and Mr Gaiman wrote them for each other, it's a testament of their friendship.

When Sir Pratchett died, I was devastated, I'm only a fan, I cannot think how much his relatives, his daughter or friends suffered for his passing. They wrote Good Omens together. Neil Gaiman was his friend, he still put out a chair (and the popcorn they promised they would eat together) for Sir Pratchett to let him see the first projection of Good Omens the TV show.

When they announced a TV adaptation I was taken back, because Sir Pratchett was death, he couldn't work for it and it wasn't fair, I didn't want something (even if I craved it for nearly a decade) if Sir Pratchett wouldn't be able to approve.

But Neil Gaiman explained how him and Sir Pratchett did, for a matter of fact, talked about an adaptation and how they were both on board with it. How they would have love it. This put my worry at rest, it still wasn't fair, but it was okay. This was what Sir Pratchett wanted, his last request.

Now my post was born in this context, I didn't explain why I was so angry with the new fans for trying to change everything of the original book just so it could be what they wanted and LGBT+ representation. Sometimes you need to choose your battle and the hill I'm willing to die is the one Sir Pratchett's work is respected and what the author wanted, his intentions, are respected. I don't care if won't be the peak of representation (even this is debatable from my point of view).

Neil Gaiman is, for what I can see, a good friend, he took what he knew his friend did love and adapt it the best he could (and let's be honest, it was lovely and I'm forever grateful it turned out the way it did). It was a beautiful gift for the memory of Sir Pratchett, it was like having to see his genius at work one last time. What I think new fan don't grasp is that this is also a tribute, it's not ground-breaking representation, it's not just for them, it's for Sir Pratchett fan as well, it's for his family, it's a tribute to him.

I can't image working on a project you wrote with your best pal more than 30 years ago and now he's death and you need to revisited all your conversation, all your notes, revisited his old writing, your floppy disks you sent each other with post, recognize his pen writing, his greetings, their late phone calls, when they joke about the book, what to write, the laughs, just to remember in the end he's death. He is death and will never come back and you're writing a TV adaptation, questioning if he would have love what you're doing or not. I’m forever grateful for Neil Gaiman for giving us this last piece of him.  

Just for some entitled fan to shit on his work because it's not how they want it. It's not gay enough, it's not bold enough. It's not enough, when it's not about how they want it, but how HE wanted. The original intention was never to write a ground-breaking LGBT+ book, but writing a book to make people laugh, to make people feel good for a few hours, at home just for a bit.

The book is about two fucks up entities that try to not fuck up one last time (and fail) and in between there are other fucked up humans who try (and fail) to not fuck up their lives. Plus, Adam who just exist and want to save the planet (you guess fail) and instead fucks it up (but then he fixes it).

This is what you put on a pedestrian: a book of fucks up and it's fun! It's a comedy! That's why it spoke to a lot of people and it's still relevant: everybody in their life will be at one point just a fuck up, a looser, an emarginate, that try and fail and try and fail even worse, but still try again and again.

I would argue that most of Sir Pratchett character are fucks up, losers and emarginate, that's why we love them. I find them beautiful, not in the common sense of the word, but the grotesque and rough beautiful, like when you see ants, a shit ton of ants eating your crumbs and you find them gross, but then you see how they can be methodical and strong, they're super strong, that crumbs are bigger than their head. They proceed like a line, a perfect line no one out of order and they work for their food and then, you look at their anthill and you notice how it's a work of art and engineering, and maybe hid the recipe for immortality, who knows? That kind of beautiful that you need to work to appreciate.

Sir Pratchett could explain to you for pages and pages, why something was worth noticing in his funny and witty style.

So I'm just beyond done with newest fan who just think Neil Gaiman don't want to give them their gay toys because...reasons, it's not that simple and I value more what Sir Terry Pratchett wanted than what you want.

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Part two

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Master Post

#Terry Pratchett #Sir Terry Pratchett #Neil Gaiman #Good Omens #Discourse #Nobody sent anything of this to Mr Gaiman if you do I'll personally come after you with a chair

[a-non-ymouswriter]

Hey anon! Um first of, I'd like to thank you for being the reason I'm on Tumblr, it's been a blessing(-and a curse) to be here!

Getting on the thing that I wanted to mention, on chapter; "L'manburg's final death" of Rewind, Theo is a shortened version of Theodore (I spent quite some time on finding which chapter this was mentioned actually,) and I'm quite intrigued by this to the point where I really can't stop thinking about it. Why is no one mentioning this more?? Is this on purpose? Does this have a purpose? Theodore??

Yeah, I've been wondering about that. Even before you made Remix. Why Theodore? Does it have a sentimental value? Is it to honour someone? dishonor? To memorialize someone? From a friend/aquiantance/someone he met? This strikes me as strange, and I think that makes me wanting for more. For answers. For the plot. For the story.

I love how you portray confrontations, reveals, emotions. For example, the confrontation- well, the 1st meeting of Theo and past Phil and Techno. You go and describe it to us as them being greeted by someone who they don't recognize. That it seems so impossible that this could be their brother/son because of how different he's become. It's as if you- you painted that scene so vividly that I can feel their dread spill from these mere sentences, phrases, and paragraphs from my small, bright, phone screen.

And also the confrontation of Toby and Theo when the former killed George? Wow, mind-blown. You characterized their emotions so perfectly by the use of Bold, Italics, and Caps Lock. I can hear them scream, cry, yell, their pain as they continue to fight and argue. I love it. It hurts so bad yet I love it.

I have so many more that I really wish to write in this message but, it's getting a bit too long ey? Ahaha sorry bout' that. But not really, you deserve to know that your works are what really make up my day, my thoughts, my daydreams, and my life. I adore these. And I do adore you for being the person that's the reason why these masterpieces exist. I look forward for each update, thank you very much A-Non!!!

i'm sorry for not answering this immediately, i just- i keep rereading this ask and it's- i'm really really happy :D

long asks and comments fill me with so much joy

and i also have bad habits when it comes to answering inboxes shhh

quite honestly, theodore was just a fake name that i wanted theo to 'go to' as the reason why he chose theo. but the real reason will always be because techno called him 'theseus'. he doesn't want anyone to know about that, and though he could've chosen any other name, theo was still his choice. why? complicated emotions and wanting to maybe cling to something of his past. or use it as a weapon for his future. who knows, the man is an entangled mess of problems. they all are.

theo not being recognized by past techno and phil just made sense yknow? he's definitely like a different person, it fits, he's not tommy. not their tommy, not the tommy they know- but even then i'd say that they still wouldnt recognize parts of tommy innit bc the guys been through a war and war changes people. i'd go more on it but this is already a long post.

personally i'd say my type of writing is, flowery in a way? i need to put down emotions in ways that make sense for my readers or emphasize them, try and get through them. i sometimes worry that i do that too much, is the paragraph too long? does it describe more than it should? less than it should? did i overuse the italics, the bolds, BOTH? THE CAPITALIZATION??

i'm that type of writer. i'm just glad that everyone likes my works, be it rewind, remix, wishes or stream labs. even my shelved works of uh, vindictive, book covers and monsters.

i really do not mind long messages and asks, they're a delight! though sometimes i can't match them in length like this one but every single one is deeply cherished :D so dont apologize! it's great!

i'm very flattered and happy, i'll be working on the next update soon! tho it still is unclear on which story update i'll be working on... the brain does what the brain does yknow?

#ask #long ask #long answer

[lavenderplain]

I was cleaning up my junk at my old place and discovered a doll from the g1 line of monster high which is Frankie Stein. And yes, I am aware of g3 existing and I've heard of a war on which version is better, g1 or g3. And to tell you, I'm on the neutral side because even though I got that doll, I didn't get invested in the franchise. From my research and opinions, there are some stuffs that I like in g1 and are stuff that I don't like, same shit for g3. Then it hit me, me making my own versions of a couple characters from the franchise. But more leaning to a PG rating. First up is the doll that I got from g1, Frankie Stein. In the g3 version, they are non-binary with a feminine appearance, which I have no problem with. And the clothing design are fine (4 out of 5), but with the hairstyle, I have mixed feelings about.

Anyway, to my version of Frankie. I made them a demigirl with They/Her pronouns. Next is trying to give her an 80s look to it. I also made her skin color pale tan with green stitched patches. I also gave her a prosthetic arm which is a call back with the g3 design with a prosthetic left leg. But I feel like we need more prosthetics. Also, I made them mute that uses ASL because I did put stitch marks on her neck and because of that, couldn't talk because of that. I made their hair have a 80s look with the colors being opposites of each other, black with white highlights on the right, and white with black highlights on the left. Thought it would be cool. Gave her a 80s looking jacket and made the color brown with big white markings with black stripes. Then I added a mint colored shirt, a dark mint skirt, white below knee socks and black sneakers which I made them have higher midsoles. Since they're a type of undead character, I imagine they were a living teenager but was killed in a vehicle accident and Mr. and Mrs. Frankenstein brought her back to life but with a problem, they lost all memory about herself. They got interested in being a monster and starts going to school for monster while also trying to go through bullying from being originally human. But still made friends along the way despite the odds.

Should I continue to do this? If so, which character should I do next? Let me know.

#monster high #frankie stein

[pollyna]

We gonna start training soon and someone sends help because I don't remember the name-faces of the girls. How to have the memory of an elephant 101

#knew #i'm so happy we will be back on the field #but jesus christ i don't see them since october and before that we each other (is each othet even when they are ten and i am 1?) n- #-ot even for two full months #and let's not start talking about all the documents i'll have to take with me freaking bureaucracy i hate soooooo much #volley related #they want to start the tournment in the middle of march and honestly imma fight all of you bc what were you thinking about???? A MONTH??? #😥😑😡 #still my memory is non existent so i'm going to call each of them with the colour of their shirt #it's gonna be sooo fun when they all have the white one on! #personal~

[enchantestuff]

cursed crown (1) - pierre gasly

in which sneaking into Pierres kingdom only means one thing

warnings: smut, royalty au so there's that, language maybe?

please please please let me know what you all think

“Are you alright?” you heard Pierre quietly call from the window above you. You had just arrived at his castle and were currently trying to climb up to the kitchen window, admittedly with no help from the prince himself.

“A little bit of help would be nice, Your Highness” you scoffed. Pierre laughed at the title you gave him but obliged nevertheless, leaning out of the window and stretching his arm downwards, waving it in front of your face teasingly. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed hold of it, “I thought I was supposed to be the mean one out of the two of us” you muttered when you finally climbed through the window and planted your feet firmly on the ground. You brushed some dirt away from your coat before finally meeting his beautiful blue eyes.

“Perhaps you're rubbing off on me, my lady,” Pierre grinned. He grabbed hold of your hand and quickly led the two of you out of the grand kitchen, carefully glancing across corridors and hiding behind walls as maids and a variety of guests walked through his pristine palace. You thought you would have been used to sneaking around his home by now, you had been doing it for months after all, but the trek from the kitchen to his bedroom was never an easy one. Even though Pierre had repeatedly confessed to you that this certain day of each month was the quietest, there still seemed to be countless people roaming the halls.

“I do quite hope you haven't acquired only my bad traits, Pierre,” you whispered, quickly glancing behind you as you ran up the stairs and into his bedroom. This was the riskiest part of your journey. The stairs that led up to his bedroom were open for anyone and everyone to see, whether it be from the inside balcony above or from the spacious hall below.

Pierre laughed at your comment, quickly shutting his bedroom door behind him and twisting his body around to face you. He placed his hands on your hips as he led you further into his bedroom. “Are you insinuating that you have any desirable qualities, my love?” he joked, his beloved silly grin quickly making its way onto his face causing your own smile to erupt on your own. These moments with Pierre were the only times you could truly be yourself and they didn't come around too often.

“Well of course, your highness” you smiled, snaking your hands up his arms to rest on his biceps. Pierre jokingly cocked an eyebrow at you, his hands trailing lower down your body, unable to keep them still for a second.

“And why is that?” he pondered, frowning slightly as you pulled away from him to take off your coat and climb onto his freshly made bed, getting comfortable in the silk sheets before peeking at him through your lashes.

“Because you crawl into bed with me every month” you teased. Your eyes trailed across his bedside table, smiling at the familiarity of it. Since the beginning of your late night rendezvous the contents of the table had never changed. There always lay a map of Othain, a journal which he had forbidden you to read and his beloved crown, the one that always lay atop of his head except during these moments with you and of course, when he was sleeping.

You carefully picked the crown up from where it lay and placed it onto your own head. It was much lighter than your own, less jewels scattered around it. It was a breath of fresh air. You didn't feel suffocated wearing it. Didn't feel weighed down by what it symbolized. “Now as your queen, i command you to come over here, for i have been deprived of your touch for far too long”

Pierre chuckled at your words, his steps towards his bed were deliberately slow. He knew how to tease you and from the glare you sent his way, he knew it was working. He crawled onto his bed, positioning himself on top of you and adjusting his crown on your head. “Well then, your majesty, I suspect that I am obliged to prove myself to you?” he jokingly questioned.

“Those are quite possibly the smartest words to leave your lips, my love” you commented. Unable to contain yourself any further, you pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips after weeks apart from one another. Pierre didn't hesitate to kiss you back, but the short lasting kiss was not what you expected and a frown appeared on your face the minute he pulled away. “As much as I love your teasing, Pierre, I would really prefer it if you didn’t indulge in those habits right now.”

He smirked evilly as he trailed one of his hands down your thigh. “Is her majesty upset with my actions?” he pondered, his smirk not once leaving his face as he crawled further down the bed. Kisses were scattered across your thigh and the silent frustrated sigh that left your lips was a good enough answer for Pierre.

“Her majesty thinks she should get what she wants,” you selfishly spoke. You pulled lightly on Pierre's hair, a desperate attempt to get you closer to him again, to remove his lips from your thigh and place them on your own instead. Was that really too much to ask for?

“Well, I personally think she needs to stop being a brat and shut up for once in her life.” Your lips parted to scold him for his language but instead of rude comments, moans of pure delight seemed to leave your lips as Pierre attached his mouth to your core. He knew how to shut you up and for once in your life, you weren't complaining.

You tugged on his hair, pulling him closer into you as your head fell back in pleasure. Pierres crown slipped to fall beside you on the pillow but you paid it no mind as you felt pleasure pass through you like lightning bolts. “Oh Pierre,” you moaned as he lapped at your core similar to a man deprived of a meal. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Pierres fingers dug into your thighs as he moved to suck on your clit. “Shit,” you cursed as you felt the familiar knot begin to build in your stomach. After spending so much time with you and your body, Pierre believed he knew you inside out, which as a result meant he knew exactly when you were going to cum. He felt oh so evil as he brought you to your peak, only to pull away from you at the last second. The frown on your face was enough to make him feel slightly guilty. Only slightly.

“I am going to declare war on you, Pierre Gasly, '' you seethed, completely unsatisfied and now purely annoyed. You hadn’t trekked all the way to his kingdom in the middle of the night just for him to bring you towards the most amazing pleasure imaginable and leave you high and dry at the last moment.

“I'm afraid you don't have the power to do that yet, love” he grinned. He didn't give you any time to come up with a witty reply as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips before undressing himself in front of you.

“Is this your form of apologizing?” because well, it was working, there's just something about a handsome prince undressing before your very eyes that got you going.

“I was planning on making you cum over and over again, love” he spoke, stretching his arm out beside your head in order to place his crown back on your head. You looked so powerful with it on. You always looked powerful, but his own crown laying in your hair brought freshness to you that he didn't know was possible. It made his chest lighten and butterflies erupt in his stomach. It made him feel five again. “But if this is enough im happy to stop here and continue another time.”

You scoffed at him. Keeping one hand on the crown, you trailed your hand down your body, gripping onto your breast, maintaining eye contact with him as you did so, before moving further down your body. You ran your fingers up and down your folds, spreading the wetness gathered there before inserting one inside. “If you cant pleasure me, i guess i'll have to do it myself,” you muttered, knowing deep down that there was nothing Pierre hated more than you pleasuring yourself in front of him. It felt like a betrayal. Like he wasn’t enough.

Your plan succeeded spectacularly, as they always did, and in no time he was positioned on top of you, his tip teasingly brushing against your entrance. He dragged your hand away from your core and held it above your head. His grip was almost death-like and you found yourself relishing in the pain it brought.

“Don't doubt me for a second, love” Pierre grunted in your ear as he tapped his cock against your clit. You bit your lip at the sensation but allowed him to continue with his scolding. You knew there was nothing but love behind his words and so, to no surprise, you got more excited with each word that fell from his lips. “I think you know first hand the kind of pleasure I can bring you.” You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up. After nearly two weeks of not seeing each other, the sensation of him inside you was better than you had remembered. You transferred his crown onto his own head, an indication that whatever power you had over him was now practically non-existent. You were truly at his mercy.

“I'm sure you haven't forgotten the many times i've made you scream, love. I can do it again if your memory has begun to fail you.”

Pierre was always one to live up to his word. His sharp deliberate thrusts made your eyes roll back and several moans escaped your lips. You haven't been with any other man except Pierre and you would never need to. He knew your body more than you did and the delight that he brought you was extraordinary.

The squeezing of your wrist made your eyes snap open. His beautiful eyes were already watching you withering underneath him. A look of pure adoration plastered on his face as his hips continued to move at a rapid pace. “Shit, Pierre”

Pierre shook his head at you, a lopsided grin replacing his usual smirk as he leaned down to kiss your chest. “That's not what i want to hear, love.”

He was playing your own game against you, but you were too full of gratification to care. “P- please, your highness.” A blush crept up your cheeks at the seriousness of your own voice. You were no longer mocking him with his title but moaning it in pure delight.

Pierre cocked his head at you, “Please what, love? Use your words.” Tingles made its way onto your skin from kisses he scattered over your neck, goosebumps trailing in their wake. You didn't even process your words until they were out in the open.

“Fuck me like your life depends on it.”

And he did. His thrusts became unbelievably precise, his free hand roamed your body, circling and squeezing all the right places while his other intertwined with yours. You knew there would be marks left from where he had held on too hard, but you didn't see it as a mark of pain rather than an indication of what had gone on between you two.  A reminder for the next long two weeks ahead of you.

The clenching of your walls for the second time that night indicated to Pierre you were close. “Hold on, love” he ushered. Something that was incredibly hard to do when he was pounding into you like an animal and circling your clit like he was under a spell.

“I - i can't,” you sobbed. You wanted so bad to release the knot in your stomach, to catch the orgasm you had been chasing all night.

“I said hold it.” He was in control, that much was clear, but you could only hold on for so long until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

“P - pierre, fuck!”

“That's it, love,” Pierre groaned in your ear, “Hold on for just another moment, such a good girl for me.” Your eyes rolled back and your gripped onto his hand for dear life. “Don't know what id do without you.” Your heart skipped a beat and tears began welling in your eyes. “Look so pretty right now, taking me like the queen you'll soon be.” Your breath increased and a whimper left your lips.

“You can let go now, love.”

Nights with Pierre were often sleepless. You had plenty of time to sleep when you were alone in your bedroom. Two nights each month you spent facing the beautiful prince, talking about utter nonsense until your cheeks hurt from smiling too hard and your eyes drooped from being awake for too long.

“Im being sent somewhere tomorrow,” you whispered into the darkness, playing with his hands as you dared to break the silence around you. You could feel him tense up next to you, obviously assuming the worst and imagining an attack his own kingdom. His own people. “Not you, “ you reassured, your heart fluttering when he immediately relaxed beside you, “Some rebels gathering together behind the mountains, I’ll have to leave early in the morning.”

It hurt you to cut your already short time with Pierre even shorter, but duty called and once your father demands your presence on a mission, you had no choice than show up.

“I hate the fact you have to go out on these stupid battles,” Pierre confided. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you all night, wanting to imprint the image of your face in his mind until the next time he saw you again.

“Well, unlike you, I have to prove myself to everyone.” It was the harsh reality of your world, one that you were reminded of at each public event you attended. You were a woman and for that reason, deemed unworthy of ruling.

“You wouldn’t have to prove yourself to anyone if you ran away with me,” he reminded. Without fail, every time you met up with Pierre, he brought up the idea of running far away to another kingdom, one where the two of you could live like commoners and not have to worry about the state of a kingdom nor dooming battles. It was a daydream that both frightened and enticed you in the best ways possible.

“You really think you can survive without all this luxury?” you pondered, your hands immediately running up and down the silk sheets on top of you as your eyes floated across the numerous jewels and paintings scattered around his room.

“With you next to me?” he asked. His hand came to rest on your jaw, moving your face closer to his own as he spoke his true desires out loud, “Of course.”

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 smut #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula one #au #royalty au #x reader

[rk1kheadcanons]

i hope all of the admins are doing well :) i'm a sucker for angst (with a happy ending) so my prompt is that, anything that comes to mind feel free to about it! a heated argument, close call with death, a misunderstanding – as long as markus and connor feel all of those angsty emotions and resolve them, that's my jam!

Oh hello! 🥰

Thank you for the well wishes, I myself am doing wonderfully thank you!

Let's go with "close call with death" since I have a little angsty snippet for that one that's been rattling around in my head for a while now:

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Markus stared down wide-eyed at where the pale grey of his suit had only eighteen hours ago been soaked in blue. The vibrant colour had since evaporated off, but Connor would still have been able to see it...

The RK900 standing in as Markus' bodyguard in Connor's absence could still see it too if the careful avoidance of her gaze towards Markus was anything to go by. He'd been advised numerous times by words spoken under concerned gazes to go home and change but he couldn't bring himself to leave him alone like this...

Markus' HUD glitched when he let his mind wander back over the past eighteen hours. His vision suddenly filled with the image of liquid blue exploding out of the back of his lovers head as his tactile sensors involuntarily re-registered the hot feel of blood painting his face and running down his neck. Auxiliary security had tried to forcefully drag Markus away from Connor after the bullets had started flying but he had held on tight. Dragging the limp form with them off of the stage and into an armored car.

And the sound. Ra9 he would never forget that sound.

Connors usually sharp tongue reduced to nothing but bursts of static and high-pitched feedback loops. His gaze unfocused as his limbs spasmed weakly and his central processor approached shutdown. Markus had cradled him in his arms as the car sped off, ignoring the heavy flow of thirium soaking into his suit and drenching him. Amongst his pleas to the RK800 to stay with me, don't go, don't leave me please don't leave me, he almost missed the single white hand that Connor was lifting weakly towards his own, blinking dimly with blue light.

He latched onto it with force the second his attention was drawn to it. Opening up an interface disturbingly absent of Connor's usual ferocity. Interfacing with an RK800 was normally like being dropped headfirst into the ocean but now his presence felt like barely a trickle of existence...

He received one automated message from Connors systems before the countdown timer on his HUD reached zero:

UPLOADING MEMORY//:

And that was how Markus found himself deep in a basement level of Cyberlife tower, floor -45; The research and development sector of the RK lines. Somewhere between the grief and the panic and the fear, he had managed to relay the final message of Connors systems to their security team and they had been swiftly transported in a motor blockade towards the android-occupied tower. A team of the few remaining RK800s in existence had quickly snatched Connor from Markus' arms at the entrance and spirited him away to do...well Markus wasn't sure what exactly, he was uncharacteristically absent of questions at that moment.

There had been one on his lips, however, the one that was taking up space in all corners of all his processors;

"Will he still be himself?"

The RK800s had looked to one another with swirling LEDs before fifty-nine responded with the non-answer of

"None of us have ever attempted a transfer as deviants."

He had been brought to a room after that, a large white sterile space that housed a glass-plated black cube in the center which was covered in flickering LED lights; The RK800 main-server. In any other scenario he would have been fascinated to see it, the machine that connected Connor to all RK800s while his body kept him an autonomous individual...but right now his attention was focused tunnel-vision like on the two beds off to the side, one with his Connor laid broken and lifeless and the other with RK800-63, as new and as lifelike as a doll.

He stood between them for a moment, casting his gaze this way and that before slowly settling himself in a chair between the two of them and raising a plasteel white hand towards each figure. He stayed like that as he waited. As the eight hours the 800s said it would take for the transfer to complete turned into eighteen. Hand in hand with a corpse and a shell.

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It wasn't until the twentieth hour that the multitude of flickering loading bars on the digital monitor finally circled to blue with an alert chime. After a short moment of deliberation where his head whipped back and forth rapidly, Markus reluctantly let go of Connor-52s -his Connors - hand and brought both over to grasp onto Connor-63s. The tension in the air was thick enough to make the room feel liquid as the seconds ticked by with no sign of stirring from the figure on the table.

When the LED on the android's forehead finally circled blue with a blink Markus' artificial breath hitched and he was dimly aware of the RK900 at the door taking a small step forward in involuntary anticipation. One minute went by, and then another, and then ten more until suddenly the eyes of the prone form snapped open and circled around the room frantically.

Markus' chair fell backward behind him as he jumped to his feet to lean over the RK800 who's eyes were flickering rapidly over the white tiled ceiling with an expression of fear.

"Connor? Can you hear me?"

At the sound of Markus' voice, the RK800's eyes snapped suddenly to his own in sharp focus and the expression of terror on the androids face quickly shifted into flat browed determination. Connor lunged off of the bed in one fluid motion, disconnecting the data cable at the base of his neck with a pop and pushing Markus to the ground.

The RK200 fell backwards hard, cracking his head against the side of the other bed in the process. As Connor landed on top of him, pressing his body into the ground and holding his head down with a firm palm to the side of his face, Markus felt a flash of some emotion that landed between horror and peace at the thought that perhaps Connor had been rebound to his pre-deviant programming during the transfer and was about to follow through with Cyberlifes last order to eradicate the deviant leaders. His fear, however, was cut short by the first words out of the RK800s mouth.

"Active shooter! Why are you just standing there?! Find the source and cover us!"

Markus managed to make eye contact with his stand-in bodyguard from where he lay on the floor and the look in the RK900s eyes said that she too had all at once understood what was happening. He contacted her wirelessly before she had the chance to drag Connor off of him, instructing her to not interfere lest she distress the RK800 even more.

"Connor-"

"Stay down!"

The hand pressing Markus head onto the ground tightened and he made no move to try and dislodge it. Connor continued to bark orders at the android in the doorway while attempting to shield Markus' body from an imaginary shooter.

"Connor-"

"We need to get off the stage, when I give the command stay low and move with me towards the stairs- towards..."

The younger android's voice trailed off as his eyes flicked around the room in search of a staircase that didn't exist. He seemed to be taking in the room like he was seeing it for the first time before his jaw dropped and a choked gasp escaped his lips as his gaze settled wide-eyed on Markus' suit. All at once, the pressure on Markus' face released and Connor's hands flew to the back of his own head and he scrambled backward with panic written clearly across his features.

"Connor, listen to me, you're alright..."

The RK200 spoke softly even as the other android continued to press himself into the corner between the bed and the wall, running his hands through the hair on the back of his head before bringing them in front of his face, looking for blood.

"What-"

Connor cut himself off as his eyes drifted towards the bed adjacent to him and rose upwards to fixate on the lifeless, wire-covered figure that rested upon it.

"No-"

"Connor it's gonna be alright, just look at me-"

Markus followed the RK800 as he jumped to his feet and stumbled towards his own corpse, leaning heavily on the bed rail and staring slack-jawed at the bullet wound that had left a perfectly circular hole where his LED used to be. The older android placed his hands gently over his partner's shoulders, keeping the touch light as Connor flinched at the initial contact before resting them fully upon him with a grounding weight.

"I died..."

He spoke in a monotone while reaching out a hesitant hand to trace over the sharp edge of plastic that the bullet had left in its wake.

"Yes." Markus replied simply, as his hands massaged Connors shoulders "But now you're back."

The RK800 tensed at the words.

"Am I though? Back when- before I broke my programming- when I was transferred it felt like- it was like starting all over again. I didn't feel the same. I wasn't me. I shouldn't be me I'm not-"

He trailed off and focused his gaze on the middle distance. Markus hesitated before answering. Connors worries had been the same ones that he himself had been agonising over during the hours he had sat at his bedside swinging between hope, despair, and numbness. Given Connor's reaction to waking up however Markus had little doubts anymore as to whether or not the android in front of him was his Connor.

"Do you think your first reaction upon waking up would be to try and save me if you had been reset?"

Now it was Connors turn to hesitate and Markus began gently massaging where his hands rested upon his shoulders.

"I don't know, I was programmed for this sort of work so..."

Markus has never heard Connors tone sound so unconvincing and uncertain before.

"Well do you feel like yourself?"

Connor stepped back abruptly from the bed at the question, dislodging Makrus' hands in the process and swinging his own in a wide, frantic arc in front of him.

"I don't know! How am I supposed to know!?"

His breath was hitching faster and faster as he ran the question through his processors.

"Yes." He suddenly stated firmly "Wait, no." He continued with just as much certainty

"I don't know! No I'm not me. I'm 52 im- that" He pointed to the dead android on the table "Is me. My HUD says 63. I'm 63, that is 52, that is not me. But- fuck!!"

Markus raised his hands in a calming gesture and tried to get Connor to slow down but the other android continued ranting, swinging back and forth in his assessment of whether he was or was not the same Connor as before with an increasing level of panic. It wasn't until the RK800 lashed out with a kick at the bed housing his previous body that Markus interjected with more force.

"Connor! listen to me!" He raised his voice while capturing the younger android by the biceps and turning him so they could look eye to eye.

"You said before that when you came back the feelings you had developed in your previous body were erased yeah? Like being a whole new person." Connor's face began to crumple at Markus' words and he had to continue quickly before the RK800 began to spiral even faster down his rabbithole of existential dread. "No no, let me finish. I want you to stop focusing on what it was like before for a moment and tell me what it feels like now."

A beat of silence passed where Connor stared glassy-eyed at a spot just over Markus' shoulder obviously at a loss of how to follow through on examining his feelings in his current state of panic. The elder android decided to continue prompting him.

"Try not to think too much about your feelings towards yourself. What about your feelings towards others. North, Josh, Echo, Hank. Have those changed? Do they seem different? Do you still care for them?"

Connors gaze was still focused into the middle distance past Markus head, coincidentally in the direction of his stand-in bodyguard who awkwardly shifted herself a few feet to the right to avoid his staring. His brow, however, was finally beginning to arch back into its softer default position and away from the worried furrow it had been set in before.

"And...what about me? You still love me right?"

All of a sudden Connor's pensive moment was brought to an end as his focus snapped to Markus with an almost offended expression. His mouth opened a fraction with the characteristic sharp intake of breath that usually indicated that Connor was about to absolutely go off about something and Markus could already feel his own face relax into a small smile at how very Connor the reaction was.

The rant never came however as the android all at once lit up in realization with a small "Oh." Followed by a large "OH!"

Before Markus could get another word in he was all of a sudden met with an armful of RK800 squeezing him around the middle with enough force to cause his chassis to creak and he returned the embrace with just as much strength. Finally, he allowed the emotions from the past day to overflow into a sob hidden somewhere in Connor's hairline and the younger android held him even tighter as the noise reached him.

"Markus I...Markus. Of course I do, of course i still love you. Its me, I'm me. I'm sorry I just panicked. I'm still panicking but I'm me, I promise I'm me. Your're right"

Markus just held the slighter form as he continued to ramble reassurances.

"I thought I lost you. I did lose you" He choked out between shaking gasps.

"But I'm back now. I'm okay, you're okay, we're both okay"

The RK200 was pretty sure they were both crying now as their words of reassurance lapsed into quiet sniffles and the soft sound of hands sweeping over fabric as they brushed across the expanse of each other's clothing as if to confirm that yes, the other was real, and alive and safe.

Neither was sure how long had passed before their silent embrace was interrupted by an awkward cough and the words "I'll inform the other 800's of Connors status, they'll want to run tests" as the RK900 slipped quietly out of the room. Honestly Markus had forgotten she had been there, he sent her a wireless message in thanks and received nothing in return.

When left alone they deepened their embrace, savoring the moment of privacy and peace together before Connor had to undergo whatever barrage of tests the 800s had prepared for him. Their hands connected by their sides, palm to palm with glowing blue lights dancing across their fingertips, basking in each others presence and smoothing over the pain and guilt and confusion and terror of the last twenty-four hours with happiness, relief, devotion, and love.

I am alive.

You are alive.

We are alive.

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Come tell us your own ideas! Prompts are always open

#thank you go the angst prompt #gratuitous sprinklings of some of my headcanons here #connork1000 reply #rk1k #dbh #rk1000 #connor whump #poor markus

[the-darklings]

╱ i only love it when you touch me, not feel me.

pairing: jean & clara verse: npfh word count: 3.1k+ warnings: nsft, bathroom/mirror sex (because that's who they are as people), rough sex (but they're both so into it I'm not sure it even counts), cockwarming. notes: so this was written all the way back in January but it's the first piece of what I considered to be the real beginning of their dynamic (which I've expanded upon in ASE) despite writing them a lot prior to this point. it's also the first time I ever tried to write from jean's pov so enjoy. this is not super explicit and more character exploration because apparently smut is good for those. as always, any feedback is loved and appreciated 🌿 ✨

He’s never cared much for his name.

Or, more accurately, never cared what sentiment it was spoken with. He’s heard his name being called lovingly, with hatred, suspicion, fear, and hatred alike. Moaned desperately and worshipped—latter he’s always preferred the most.

“I'm not going to touch you unless you beg.”

Clara, however, has an infuriatingly persistent ability to make him crave his own name. From her mouth specifically.

Jean could fuck her until she’s barely coherent and it still won’t be enough. This woman fights and fights, and doesn’t give him an inch of ground. All liquid flame and viciousness, and he can’t help but wonder where the hell she’s been hiding all this time.

With Camorra, a sly voice reminds him, Giovanni De Stefano’s deadly little matchstick. So good at death.

She is. She's a master at death and maybe that’s what makes this so fun, so good, and addictive. Why he irritatingly finds his blood burning whenever he sees her. Why he looks forward to every occasion their bodies touch. Whenever those dark eyes fixate on him and pin him in place, a monster deep down stirs, purrs at her presence. His desire is a monster with its own life, its own insatiable appetite for her.

Jean prefers when she pins him with her lithe body—eyes flashing and teeth bared, a powerful but dangerous package of hunger.

He had expected her to be meek. Broken. Especially after Tokyo. She’s proven to be anything but. Even at her worst, she’s still a sharpened blade. A danger, a promise of destruction. Damaged, certainly, but unbroken and unyielding. The more he learns about Tokyo the more his head rings with but one downright greedy thought.

The Viper hasn’t taken another lover since then. No one has touched her or tasted her since her rebirth. No one has fucked her, brought her to the edge, made her moan and shudder. Given her an escape and a release. Satisfied her.

No one knows the scrunch of her nose or the way her lips part softly. A whisper of air slipping free with every slow, lingering kiss against her throat.

Expect him.

His hips stutter at that thought. It always makes him feel good. To know that he alone has claimed some tiny part of her. Jean knows full well it’s only because she allowed him to claim it but that’s its own kind of buzz. He likes how she burns. How she yields only when she wants to. Liquid flame melting into his body like she was made to fit in his arms.

It’s sex at the end of the day. It doesn’t have to or even need to have meaning—he would know—but she makes it mean something. Emotions aside, she challenges him with such acute precision, he can’t help but come and meet her in the middle; an unending battle of wills. For all the dullness and predictability of their world, she’s a tempest, utterly untamed.

“And would you prefer if I begged?” he whispers against the shell of her ear, watching their reflection—the way they fit, the way she leans into him, trust, trust, trust, that he won’t let her fall, and they exist in these tiny victories. “Mmh? Ma vipére.”

He hums with a wolfish grin, his words throaty, pressing another greedy kiss against the back of her neck, then side, his lips dragging over her soft skin. “For you, I might,” he adds slyly, meeting her stare in the bathroom mirror again.

He might be losing, but she's losing quicker.

Clara doesn’t answer right away—a clever, careful thing that she is, his viper—and they watch each other for a moment, his pace slowing.

The bathroom door is closed, secured with one of her blades, they don’t need to rush but Jean wants to. He can savour her later, in their bed, where she’s his and his alone, where he can do everything to her. If only because he knows she’s no better. Because any scrap of pleasure she will return with an intensity that will leave him bloody.

She has in the past. His back is a colourful tale of her ravenous hunger. The Viper likes to mark him. It likely pleases her, to know she has her venom in his system in the form of her sultry whispers, kisses and moans. Blazing eyes and coil of her limbs around his.

Clara’s stare is, as usual, burning—an almost physical thing. Even like this, with him so deep inside her—and fuck if she isn’t hot, and slick, and welcoming in ways he quite remember fitting with others, and there've been plenty—she doesn’t lose her proud edge. She enjoys it, getting under his skin. Pushing him. Melting the ice, she once murmured with her mouth pressed against the taut skin of his lower stomach and sinking ever lower. Testing his self-control with her mouth wrapped around him, and her tongue searing and wet; a viper delighting in her poison spreading so effectively.

It does say something about his self-control because, despite the temptation, he doesn’t simply fuck into her until they’re both lost in pleasure so deep they can’t get out of it.

The skin of her chest is flushed, her swollen lips parted, her expression slacker with pleasure but she still stares him down.

His fingers sink into the cut of her hip, pushing her harder against the cold marble of the bathroom sinks, rolling his own hips, and it makes her shudder in his hold. So Jean presses another hungry kiss to her pulse, lets his teeth scrape against it, sucking on it. Prodding at the weak spot masterfully. He can be mean, too. She likes it when he is. Just as much as he likes it when she lets those sharper edges of hers out.

Her strong legs hold her upright but she clenches around him in reply and fuck, fuck, fuck, what is it about her?

All he wants to do is bend her over this fucking counter and fuck her until she’s screaming his name. Not that it would do him much good. Clara is as likely to let him do it as she is to graze her blade across his throat for trying. He would be lying if he said the thought of that fight doesn’t thrill him, makes him want to try it anyway. He’s only managed to get a drop on her like this a few times. Sink himself into her from behind so deeply she hadn’t been able to shake him off till she was sated and panting with pleasure.

Then, of course, the viper had tightened her grip on him in return, paying him back in kind with her bite and her venom.

The bite he enjoys a little too much. The venom is becoming… a concern.

He’s worked for years to remove any ties, any weaknesses, from his life. No one can ever have anything on him. He’s the one with the web, he’s the one who controls others. Sly implication and whispers and they’re oh, so destructive but she…

Jean snaps himself inside her, pulsing and so hard he has to grit his teeth. Clara’s hand seeks purchase desperately, her fingers snapping behind herself. Breathing deeply, she lets her nails sink into the back of his neck—firm, near painful—and he hisses through his teeth, pulling away from the hollow of her neck.

“You would like it, won’t you?” he gasps into her ear, and her nails sink deeper, so he fucks her harder. His hips are merciless against the soft skin of her thighs. Yet Clara stands unmoving, near silently goading him with her resilience and coyness. She’s so fucking wet. He’ll need a cigarette after this, or three. “On my hands and knees, non? Vicious vipère. Give in first.”

“No.”

He almost laughs at that. At the caustic hiss of her voice. Of course, she won’t. It’s why even though he’s gotten her, it makes him wonder if he truly has. If he ever will.

The more he has her, the more he wants her. And it’s a dangerous thing. To want, to crave, to hoard her the way he does.

“Then I’ll just fuck you harder, chérie.”

He wraps around her tighter, nibbling on the shell of her ear, dragging his other hand between her thighs. He feels the muscle there, the strength, he likes those legs around his waist and head too. Usually when her taste is hot on his tongue and she’s a squirming, hateful mess above him, tearing at his hair as hard as she can while she grinds onto his face.

He sucks on the curve of her neck at the memory, nibbling, wanting nothing more than to mark her with his teeth as she marked him this morning. Crinkled eyes and a content smile when she curled around him after. A predator satisfied with her hunt.

She’s addictive.

Usually, it’s the other way around. Maybe still is. But he can’t let it go much further than this. A carnal need and nothing more than that.

If he knew about this, about her…

Jean doesn’t allow the thought conclusion.

She’s nothing, he repeats to himself with every push and every strangled exhale, just a means to an end.

She never once looks away.

Clara gazes at them, takes in the way he moves in her, her eyes hooded and intent. Daring him. Even after she confessed to him how that man used to watch her. How it made her abhor every touch, despise being watched. She watches him—them, joined, with his fingers hard against her clit, drawing more of those little gasps of pleasure that sound like music to him—and he can’t help but stare too.

He should take advantage of the weakness, prod it and scrub at it until he can bend her to his will, but he loves her fire too much. Covets it like a man starved—and they both are, aren’t they—starved for more. Each other.

He wants her. For more than just a quick fuck. More than just a means by which he can bury his problems. Just more, more, more. And it sickens him, but it also makes him feel strangely relieved as well, that realisation. The acceptance of it. He would never admit it to anyone but himself but he does. It forces him to feel raw, unbalanced. He hasn’t felt like this in years. He hates it but it also makes him feel high, alive.

In revenge, he sucks on the smooth skin again, lets his teeth bite and nibble, releasing her hip and burying his fingers in her pulled-back hair. Chestnut strands loosen in his iron grasp and he only does it because he knows for a fact she doesn’t have any sharp pointy metal hidden up there. He watched her get ready. Her graceful, supple body was an open invitation for him. A sight to admire, and he did. He worshipped her with his attention, letting her know without a word how every curve and every freckle of hers sang to him. Beguiled him further.

He pulls on Clara’s hair, forcing her chin upwards, at an angle, and she still defies him. Still glares and brims with power.

A strangled pant escapes her at the change of angle, in how he slams back into her, her nails slicing into his neck. Jean hopes she draws blood even if he would have to get creative about explanations later.

“Jean.”

It’s a breathy, bewitching thing—snaring him, pulling him deeper into her, and he audibly gasps a breath, feeling even more starved. Now he wishes to claim a litany of those tiny, appreciative exhales of his name. He feels the muscles in his lower stomach grow tauter with every thrust, with every taste of her skin, and the sounds of their shared pleasure.

They penetrate the air, echoing off the walls, and they are as animalistic and as intensive as the pleasure they create.

“What?” he groans appreciatively, their eyes still locked, and heat between them sweltering. She drives him insane. He’s removed emotional attachments from himself years ago—didn’t even realise he’s still capable of them—but nothing about her, them, makes sense. She’s the one thing he can’t predict or control. “What do you want? Tell me.”

Drive me to the edge, he wants to goad her, tugging on her hair again, and he manages to dislodge a moan from the back of her throat, push me, claim what you want.

“You,” she whispers in teeth-clenched defeat but to him, it’s a symphony. This time, he won. He knows she’ll get him back. Twice as badly most likely. But saints above, did he win? She’s so open and warm, the scent of jasmines and earth mixing with his cologne and musk of sex, and he pushes into her deeper till they’re completely pressed into each other. Moulded into one being. “You.”

He feels every tense muscle in her body, and his fingers slip from her hair, curving around her throat instead, and a flutter of a smile appears, coy and knowing.

Fuck.

The things this woman does to him.

He speeds the already merciless pace until she’s a shivering mess inside his embrace, clinging out of sheer stubbornness alone. Deeper, deeper, deeper—a cruel part of him is set on planting himself inside her very marrows, so she will never be able to feel or know another lover. Not even the Italian, a voice deep down snarls. It’s so wholly and truly selfish yet he craves it. If he is to lose this game between them, he will make her lose first. Make this need between them mutual until neither of them knows where one ends and the other begins.

Jean can’t look away from her, certainly not when pushes and pushes, not when he feels her throat bob under his hand as she swallows. Wanting and needing and trusting his touch. He feels her quivering, her muscles tightening, whispering to him that—

Her orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave—slow but so intense that for the first time, he feels Clara’s legs tremble. His hold on her constricts, steadying her, and his viper withers in his embrace, a beautiful undoing. He lets her ride her orgasm out, watching her mouth, her fluttering lashes, the bead of sweat clinging between the dip of her breasts.

It's then—watching her, memorising how she looks like this; relaxed and glowing—that his own orgasm finally overpowers him. For a moment, Jean finds himself robbed of sight because she washes everything away. He spills himself inside her, letting her feel his pleasure this time. He moans for her, splinters for her, lets the world fade away just for a moment.

This is his gift, he wants to tell her then, the fact that when it’s them, it’s just them alone. There’s nothing else outside of her and he’s never allowed another this close, not since…

But he can’t adequately put that into words for her, nor does he want to. She can’t know. He hopes there will never be a day when he has to explain everything to her.

If she knew him—saw all the festering darkness like a rotting carcass out in the open—she would hate him. It would be better if she did. Maybe her hatred would make it easier to let her go.

He can’t think of that right now.

Instead Jean sinks his teeth into the slim arch of her throat, savouring the appreciative gasp she releases, dragging her nails down the side of his neck. He promised her this morning he will return the favour sooner rather than later after all.

He laps at the bite with his tongue—heat, sweat, and remnants of her soap tingling his tongue—and looks up from beneath his lashes. Her eyes appear black with pleasure. He can barely see blue in his own.

Two monsters, a thought comes then, unbidden. It’s as pleasant as it is seductive. Mainly because he knows he’s right. Cut from the same cloth, sewn into being by similar hardships, and capable of such awful things.

He’s still semi-hard inside of her but his grip on her throat loosens—and the thought she trusts him enough to let him touch her like this is thrilling enough—his palm journeying downwards. Clara sighs quietly when his palm settles against her lower stomach, and he pushes gently, savouring the breathless gasp that follows. He has to choke one back himself. She feels like heaven. Or hell. A mix of both. Still, he keeps pressing, letting the pressure sit there, feeling himself twitching inside her. Them, joined together at the seams, and the heat between them overbearing. They could go again but he doesn’t want to move just yet. It feels good to be inside her like this; a promise of more gratification sitting snugly between them.

His nose drags up the length of her neck, and he buries his face in Clara’s hair, inhaling deeply. She’s wearing his favourite perfume tonight. Something warm and deep with jasmines blooming in his lungs. If it were her, she would go on a whole monologue, breaking each chemical ingredient down and every scent used in creating it.

He likes her distracted, mind-boggling dialogues. Then nearly scoffs at the mere thought. Since when? Since when does he give a shit about something like that? It serves no purpose to him and he doesn’t waste time on things that don’t.

Because it’s her, comes the sinking realization, because she says these things, so they matter.

Merde.

He tenses when her hand settles on top of his, pushing once, harder. Another soft sigh leaves her while Jean doesn’t bother biting back his groan of appreciation at the flare of fierce hot pleasure.

Clara’s mesmeric expression arrests something inside of him when he spots it. For a second, his vision blurs and the black dress drips into white, and she wears that same peaceful expression as she sinks into a river and doesn’t resurface. A dream that haunts him near-nightly now.

He blinks and then he’s back in the bathroom, his arms still around her. She’s here, with him, and his grip constricts further. He can make it work. He’ll find a way.

When has he ever compromised?

She means nothing, he tries to convince himself once again now that he’s back from his high.

But as he peers her—tiniest of smiles on her face, her freckles a roadmap for him to re-examine, loose strands of dark hair framing her flushed cheeks—a voice scratches itself from deep inside his chest.

A voice he hasn't heard in years, not since he called somewhere earthier and greener his home.

Liar.

an: head empty, just them. I could go on about them for five calendar months but hope you all enjoyed this little peek inside his head. ASE does contain Jean's pov so you'll def be seeing/learning more about him outside of just smut dfjhgdfg

#original writing #original prose #spilled prose #oc x oc #oc writing #writing #s: almost love #c: jean #c: clara #nsft

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

The Night of the First Mistake

Sequel to

Synopsis: pre X-orcist, almost a year after Nightmare's death, Dream is still not on top of his grief and causes him to resort to desperate measures.

Tw mentions of death/dead loved ones.

X-orcist au belongs to me and @zu-is-here

Dreams, Demons and Desires is by me.

Enjoy

Almost a year had past since he'd last seen Nightmare. The skeleton couldn't say he had mourned him, but the news of his death had been unfortunate to say the least. Who could have seen someone like Nightmare dying in such a preventable way? Not him, that's for sure.

He was a friend... Or at least a friendly acquaintance, clearly he'd not been quite close enough to Night's inner circle to be invited to the funeral. He'd never even met Night's brother. Despite that, the news of his parting had deeply saddened him and every so often, he thought of him with a sigh.

A good customer and a good person.

This evening, Nightmare played at his thoughts again, probably drudged up by the anniversary of the accident approaching, he hadn’t meant to make note of the day, but he had. a few weeks would be the anniversary of the day he heard the news. 

He thought back to a year ago, a few weeks before his death. The words he’d said about his brother and the increasing frustration about his sinful thoughts. Killer didn't judge him for such feelings, he was no stranger to sin.

Other then that, there was nothing at all strange about this night.

Tonight, just like any night, he was in his shop and the counter. It was a cold October and pretty soon he'd be closing up.

It was dark and chilly in his shop and had a strangely pungent smell, which hit the moment you walked in. A mix of crushed herbs and spices, old books and stale coffee.

An old set of scales sat on the counter top in front of him, as did a till, several glass jars and containers and a large collection of dirty coffee mugs.

Behind him there was a large book case full of many strange books. Ones with faded titles, ones with thick leather bindings, some with large strains spreading across the covers or pieces missing. If you asked him, he'd liked to have said that he'd read all of them... But there were a few he hadn't. He wasn't much of a reader outside of this collection.

As he nursed yet another cup of coffee from the café next door, he tapped his slender skeleton fingers on the counter top. He was bored.

With a glance at the clock, he decided today that he could close up early. It was his shop after all, he made the rules. A small collection of trinkets and charms hung around his neck and clinked together against his old coat, as he got to his feet.

Just as he prepared to take today's earnings from the till to count it, he heard the door and a jingle of the shop bell, indicating someone had entered.

He set an empty eye socket in their direction as they froze, looking nervous.

The person was new, but also something about them was strangely familiar. After scanning them for a moment, his face twisted into a sly smile upon realising who the new comer could be. He turned his face to them fully, staring his pitch eyes right through them. They tensed, which amused him slightly.

"well hello Little Light.... How may I help you"

Dream seemed taken back slightly by the pet name. It wasn't something he was used to. His hands fused with the fastening on his coat.

"uhh Hello.....I’m..... Uh.."

The shop keep chuckled again. Such nervous behaviour wasn't something he saw often from his customers. Looks like it was going to be an interesting night and to think, he was going to close up.

"nervous Lil light?"

Dream once again tensed and shuddered slightly.

"Please.... Don't call me that" he stammered slightly before taking a breath "My name is Dream"

The shop keepers grin got even wider and it made a chill run up Dream's spine. There was something extremely unnerving about this skeleton. Maybe it was the emptiness of his eyes or the strange carvings around them, but Dream was sure that it was more then that.

The atmosphere of the shop was very unsettling and kind of cramped in Dream’s opinion. There were many trinkets, stones, crystals and small animal bones stacked neatly on the shelves. It was this, along with bags of salt and bundles of sage and garlic, that reassured him he was in the right place for what he needed. 

"Dream huh?.... Thought so" he said in a low tone "I'm so glad to finally meet you"

The nervous shifting of his hands continued, as Dream once again tensed even further. He was acting friendly, but it still felt ever so slightly...off.

"h-how do you know me?"

"I knew your brother and I'd recognise that pendant I sold him anywhere" he said, with his eyes looking at Dream's chest.

Dreams fingers quickly shot to the star charm hanging from his neck, and gripped it tight. Looks like this was the right place.

"Not to mention there's your golden eyes" he  continued, shifting his gaze straight into Dream's eye sockets. It was strange how Dream knew where he was looking, even without eye lights.

"he often talked about them......He was right when he said they were very beautiful if I do say so myself~"

Dreams face blushed slightly, but he felt a familiar twist in this chest at the mention of Nightmare and a sinking feeling when he was reminded how Night felt about him. His brother had often complimented his eyes.....

He'd just never really understood it was more then brotherly affection. At least until now.

"I.... Uh" Dream said before clearing his throat "You're Killer.... Aren't you?"

Flexing his fingers, Killer nodded. The grin didn't leave his face.

"looks like my reputation proceeds me"

Dream let go of his necklace and a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I thought it might be you.... Based off something he wrote in his diary".

Before Night's accident, Dream had never even considered reading his diary. That was just a basic code of conduct. However, after his death, it became something Dream had often thought about. The diary, and everything else Nightmare owned, now belonged to him. For that reason he'd taken the book out of Nightmare's room.

However, he'd just kept it on his bedside table for almost a year before he finally had the courage to read it.

It had mostly been a fond look over some old memories, some good and some bad. But there were also passages about his feelings for Dream, sometimes written confessions addressed him. Every word was full of truth, longing and pain. Dream had felt it all.

Those had been hard to read, but he'd not skipped a single page and read them each through several times.

Nearer the end of the book, Nightmare had started talking about his interest in the supernatural. Dream remembered his twin getting fascinated in that and spending long evenings talking with him about it over tea and biscuits.

One thing Dream hadn't known about, where his trips to the next town over, where he wrote about finding this shop and the shop keep. This had been where the interest started. It was this that had lead Dream to come here.

"right..." Killer said, downing what was left in his coffee mug and setting in on the counter top.

"well.... What can I help you with?"

Yeah.. Nightmare had written that Killer was always one to cut to the point. Dream knew that what he was going to ask sounded insane and he wasn't even fully sure if Killer was the right person to ask. But at this point he was desperate, he just needed to know. With his grip returning to his brothers pendent, he remembered who he was doing this for.

He took a deep breath.

"Can you bring people back from the dead?"

Killer didn't react visibly to that. But he drew out a long silence. After a little Dream was sure he saw his jaw clench. The silence was completely deafening, broken only by the sound of Killer's fingers tapping the counter top. Dream figured that he was probably struggling to think what to say. After what felt like a life time, he spoke.

"I specialise in charms and equipment for preventative measures to stop spirits inhabiting homes....I do not....." he paused

"I don't try and bring the dead to the living realms".

Dreams face fell. He really shouldn't have been so disappointed, it was a crazy ask. But with the way Killer spoke and what he sold in the shop, he'd felt so close to what he wanted. But maybe it really was just impossible.

He felt tears threatening to spill, he just couldn't take all this guilt anymore. All he wanted to do was tell his brother he was sorry. That night. That kiss. That dam horribly wonderful kiss...and that car. 

"however...." Killer continued.

Dream felt hope flush through at those words and stood up slightly straighter. Killer turned his back to dream and started looking over the bookshelves behind the counter.

He didn't say a word, as Dream curiously watched him. He ran his thumb across the spines of several of the oldest and most dusty looking of them, eventually plucking out a large leather bound book with silver straps.

He walked back over, blowing dust off it as he did, and set it down on the counter with a light thud. The cover was extremely dusty and the leather was cracked and split in several places, yet the title still read fairly clearly and Dreams felt his heart skipped a beat.

The Practice of a Necromancer. Vol one of three. Summoning, Controlling and Banishing.

"I've not read this one fully, but it's been in my collection for years.... I suppose this would be the right place to look"

With that, he slowly opened the book and very carefully started to turn its pages. The paper was completely yellowed and clearly very fragile. There were no photographs, only hand done drawings of various items and also what looked like people, but with strange and uncanny faces. There were also other frightening images that Dream was trying not to look at.

Killer eventually stopped and ran his finger across a page.

"ah ha" he said "to summon a spirit into the living world"

He read over the text for a moment, as Dream watched impatiently. Killer knitted his non-existent eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

"this stuff sounds overly complicated to me..... so I guess I'm not sure really"

But Dream didn't really seem to be playing much attention to Killer's words now. He was so desperately trying to read the text upside-down. Reading was something that Dream always struggled with anyway, so reading upside down would be near impossible. He reached forward to try and pull the book to him.

But he jumped back in surprise as Killer slapped his hand across the book, sending some dust into the air.

"now now now not so hasty Lil Light" he said returning back to a sweet tone, as he said the a pet name that made Dream's toes curl.

In his haste Dream had forgotten that this was a shop, not a library, so of course he wouldn't just hand it over.

The smaller skeleton knew that the book was probably pricey so it's not like Killer would just let him have it. It was clearly very old and Dream worried that he wouldn't have enough for it, but if he had to pay all the money he had to buy it. He would.

Reaching inside of his pocket, Dream pulled out a bundle of paper money and placed it on the counter and next to the book. Killer looked at it for a moment, before he took it and counted how much money was in the bundle. He ran his fingers across the notes, looking as if he was very tempted and contemplating his next move.

But then, much to Dream's disappointment, he put it back down on the counter.

"I don't want your money dream... That's not what I meant"

An unhappy wine left Dream's mouth, as Killer proceeded to hand his money back to him. Just as he was about to ask why, Killer cut him off.

"it's not for sale"

"but what if I just borro-

"or for rent or loan"

Dreams soul twisted. This felt so Incredibly unfair. He wasn't ever one to really get angry or feel hatred for people. But why had Killer gotten this book down if he didn't intend to sell it? Was he just trying to mess with him?

It was that moment that he wasn't sure he really liked Killer all that much.

He sighed.

"h-how come? Can I do anything to change your mind?"

Killer sadly shook his head.

"Dream....... I like to read the stuff for research purposes not for a practical use"

Dream opened his mouth to object, but killer silenced him.

"and I don't care what you say... but I don't think you're just interested in the topic"

Dream tried very hard not to show disappointment on his face, but of course Killer picked up on it. It upset him that his intentions were so easy to guess. Then again he'd opened with 'can you bring people back from the dead'.

He really should have asked in a different way. Feeling like an idiot, he tried to say that he wasn't intending to use the book in practice. But Killer once again shook his head.

He stood up slightly and gave Dream a sympathetic look, or a sympathetic as he could make it through his cold eyes.

"look....I know you miss him and that's ok I've lost people myself to" he said in a uncharacteristically gentle tone, which sounded fake. 

Dream looked at his feet.

"but the dead need to be left dead. Trying to bring them back never ends well, Nightmare wouldn't want you to get hurt trying to help him"

Dreams eyes stayed fixed on the floor, not wanting to look at killer any longer. He didn't want him to see him cry. He didn't want to look like a baby. Just as he was going to try arguing again, behind him he heard the shop door open and the bell ring

He looked back at Killer seeing he'd straightened up.

"K-killer...." came a soft but slightly panicked voice.

Curiously, Dream looked over his shoulder at the source of the voice. It was another skeleton stood by the door.

In all his life, Dream had never seen someone look to tired. They seem to be slightly younger then Dreams age but it was hard to tell how much. Their appearance was clearly young, but the huge bags under their eyes aged their face several years. The most notable thing about them was that their eye lights where small, indicating that they were on edge.

They were wearing a oversized cream knitted sweater and had a maroon scarf decorated with a paw print pattern tide around their neck. They fiddled with it as their eyes a looked at Killer and then to Dream.

From where he was, Dream could also see them wearing several of the necklaces and charms that Killer a sold, as well as a few layers of bandages around their arms.

Killer hastily exited from behind the counter and approached them.

"Hey Cappuccino......." he said, trying again to sound soft.

Ccino wasted no time in burying his head to Killers chest and wrapping his arms around him.

In response, Killer stumbled slightly and looked momentarily taken back and very uncomfortable. After a moment he sigh, before gently placing an hand on his back.

"hey.....it's ok ya wimp... I'm guessing they're back right?"

Ccino simply nodded, Killer sighed.

"Dream can you show yourself out? I've got to take care of this, we're closing anyway. I'm sorry I couldn't help you better"

As Killer attempted to comfort the shaking skeleton, Dream turned his attention back to the book in front of him. It was just within his reach, the page was tantalising.

It was so clear, a set instructions of the exact thing he'd need to do to reach his goal. 

Killer's warning played in his mind. 

But he knew what he was doing right? It was his brother, what did Killer really know about what Nightmare would have wanted. He didn't know how.... Close... They were. At least he thought he knew.

It was a split second choice.

As Killer continued to try and comfort his companion, he saw Dream hastily exit the shop without saying another word. He stared at the door.

It didn't feel right. 

He narrowed his eyes and stepped back from Ccino slightly.

"hang on"

He walked back to the counter and was relieved to see that the book was still there, however a moment later he noticed something else that make him freeze and curse under his breath.

"what's wrong?" Ccino asked, walking up next to him.

Killer didn't answer and instead picked up his book and looked at it closely to confirm what he saw. When he saw he was right, he near growled.

"Killer?" Ccino asked not seeing the problem.

"look....."Killer said quietly.

He ran his finger down the spine where the pages joined together. Once you looked closely you could see the remnants of torn paper sticking out.

"he took the page"

references coming soon.

#undertale au #shipping #undertale multiverse #my art #sansest #My writing #X-orcist #X-orcist au #Dream demons and Desires #Woooooo #We've got killer now #Driller? #Maybe #Cciller /fluffyknife? #What do you guys thinks #Killer and Ccino are side characters #But they have a proper story #The reference is complete #I wonder #Can anyone guess what Ccino's deal is? #X-orcist killer #X-orcist ccino #Dreams demons and Desires au

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Rishi's Time Travel Fic Recs

im bored and my meta type thinking only ever comes right when im about to fall asleep so instead I'm going to recommend some of the best time travel fics out there for series I like because I'm a sucker for fix-its

I'm only gonna confine myself to 6 fics per fandom at most (3 completed & 3 ongoing) no time loops because I personally dont see that as time travel each fic has to be over 10k words and im not going to put doormat fics that haven't been updated in the past year on this list either

anyways buckle up it's gonna be a long ride boys

Naruto -

Complete

Sasuke's No Good Very Bad Teammates by GwendolynStacy

Info : gen, 74k words, author's tumblr @xxgwenstacyxx

Summary :

Naruto and Sakura have gone insane.

Or : Just after becoming Team 7 Naruto and Sakura go through a massive shift in personality, leaving Sasuke out of the loop and wondering what in the name of sanity could have happened to them. His only consolation is that Kakashi is just as weirded out as he is.

Thoughts : I'm usually not a fan of outsider POV time travel fics but this one is so good we as readers have a pretty good idea what's going on and it's extremely hilarious to see Sasuke be like wtf is going on just an overall very well written fic that will definitely give you giggles

Stumble by writer168

Info : gen, 285k words, rape/non-con warning

Summary :

Sakura wanted to die.

Sasori was fine with staying dead.

But it seemed fate had other plans for them, because when they both wake up younger with blood pulsing through their veins, they had to remember how to live again.

Thoughts: While not the darkest Time Travel fic I've read from Naruto, it's definitely up there and it's a rare sasori and sakura team up that doesn't end with romance for anyone who has a lot of time on their hands and doesnt mind reading graphic rape this fic is a must read

Mangekyou Sharingan by Wingwyrm

Info : gen, 60k words, rape/non-con warning

Summary :

Sasuke wanted to be able to use Tsukuyomi. He didn't realise how bad pretending to get the Mangekyō would affect the members of his family.

Thoughts : while it has another fic called Team Tensai tied to it, it's not needed to understand and enjoy this masterpiece even though it was written before canon ended causing certain things to get jossed the underlying darkness of this fic is something I have yet to see anyone replicate

Ongoing

Life as a Nukenin by JKblue

info : gen, 35k words

summary :

Kakashi wakes up in an alternate dimension .....shenanigans ensue

Thoughts : a lighthearted kakashi centric time travel fic where he's as confused as we are, it's amazing to see the author's growth in writing as time goes on and kakashi just going fuck it time to adopt every single child I find no idea why I'm a nukenin tho lmao

Time Waits for No Man by LaughingWombat

Info : gen, 87k words

Summary :

Rokudaime Kakashi finds himself back in time, and he is trying desperately not to change anything. After all, they finally achieved that elusive peace, and Kakashi won't give that up for some ghosts and old wounds. Yet things keep changing around him, and he doesn't know what to do.

Thoughts : while the fic is nearly done TECHNICALLY it's still ongoing so cut me some slack Kakashi having to choose between what is morally right and what would keep his future safe is amazing and team Minato cares so much about Kakashi here it's too cute

Trials of Change by Espoiretreves

Info : gen, 407k words, author's tumblr @espoir-et-reves

Summary :

Haruno Sakura made a promise. Looking in the eyes of her Shisou and the reanimated Hokage, she took on the most important mission of her life.

Go back in time and try to prevent the 4th Shinobi War.

Now, Sakura is back to her 5-year-old body, with all the knowledge and haunting memories of the future. She vows to keep her precious people safe and stop certain events from happening, without altering the timeline too much. The trials her emotions and logic puts her through have her questioning her very existance, but for the sake of peace she has to push forward. No matter what.

Thoughts: I hang onto this fic every week like a vulture, Sakura isn't out of character, she doesn't seem like a self insert and she's got such a strong bond with so many characters the story is multilayered and you genuinely feel like sakura's doing justice I hope to write a time travel fic like this some day

BNHA -

Complete

A Letter to Me by kiapet

Info : gen, 15k words

Summary :

Fourteen-year-old Bakugou Katsuki knows he’s destined to be a great hero someday. Midoriya Izuku dreams of the same, but struggles to get through each day in a world determined to push him down. But when the pair of middle schoolers are kidnapped by a villain with a time travel quirk, they are forced to confront a future neither of them could predict- and versions of themselves they never expected to become.

-Or-

Pro!Midoriya to Kid!Midoriya: You matter so much, and everything is going to be okay! Pro!Bakugou to Kid!Bakugou: Now listen here you little shit-

Thoughts : What can be said other than phew I love me some platonic!bkdk Not a soul sending back in time fic but a forward moving one where everyone is in separate bodies, meaning Katsuki can tell his younger self to go fuck himself just a good sweet read yk?

Ongoing

In Every Life by lucelafonde

Info : erasermight, 37k words

Summary :

After a freak accident, Aizawa suddenly finds himself many years in the past. Dealing with a young All Might who has no idea who he is, he has to find a way back to the present while going through the worst period of his life again: high school.

“Woah there!”

He heard a muffled voice behind him just as he keeled over backwards, still shaking from the shock that had hit him. Warm hands touched against his shoulders, steadying him before he could gracelessly flop to the ground. He couldn’t turn around to look, couldn’t see anything beyond what very clearly, very obviously wasn’t there.

In front of him in the distance, where the teacher’s dorms used to be, was nothing. Nothing but grass and trees. Nothing but part of the woods Shota remembered from his own time at U.A.

Thoughts : I recently stumbled onto this gem of an erasermight fic and OH LORD IM IN LOVE teenage Toshinori is an adorable bean and Shouta's inner commentary about how he's gonna strangle all might once he gets back to his own time is cracks me up

A Spanner in the Clockworks by All_five_pieces_of_Exodia

Info : gen, 132k words

Summary :

When Izuku wakes up in the forest not far from his home, he isn't prepared for what's about to come next. Izuku's never dealt with time travel, after all, but that seems to be the least of his worries. He's not in his own timeline, for one, and he may or may not have been missing for the past few months.

With the threat of a future only Izuku knows about, a strange missing persons case, everyone around him getting suspicious, and a quirk he shouldn't have, Izuku has his work cut out for him.

Thoughts : A must read for everyone Izuku's confusion of what the hell is going on and how do I hold myself together really leaks through to the reader and his inner voice is uncanny people like to act he's real dark or all sunshine and rainbows but this fic doesn't fuck him up like others tend to do

Where your love has always been enough (for me) by classicequinox

Info : enjirei, 65k words

Summary :

It's a dark coil of anger deep in the pit of his stomach, reminding him that he was the root, the catalyst, the trigger for their family's downward spiral. It did happen - he reminds himself harshly. He can't forget that, even if time has actually reset itself.

Todoroki Enji gets a second chance. It's up to him to see what he can do with it.

Thoughts : While the updates aren't weekly it's still consistently updated I love family healing stories most of all when it's the todoroki family the first chapter of enji's last action and then his actions to be better in the past are just ugh I love me some character development

DCMK -

Complete

Rank Yourself Last by viridiansky

Info : akam, 42k words

Summary :

Shuichi is certain that if he ever gave Bourbon the opportunity, he would be dead in minutes - if not seconds. Especially now that he's not just the man who killed Bourbon's best friend, but an Organization traitor as well.

Which is why he's rather confused when he finds Bourbon calmly sitting in Shuichi's hotel room, reading a book.

Thoughts : Shuichi's perspective on this whole ordeal is just confusion why is Bourbon doing this why why why but he's Shuichi so somehow you don't feel the pity you would with most characters anyways a very good akam fic AND AKEMI IS ALIVE OK ALL I NEED

Ongoing

Case File: Pandora & the Universe by OtAkU200LiOn

Info : gen, 13k words

Summary :

The former Kudo Shinichi, now Edogawa Conan, wished for only one thing. To stop that day from happening and to successfully take down the Black Org. But at what cost? his identity apparently.

Thoughts : while it hasn't been updated in a couple months it's the only ongoing one I've read and I had to offer something or it wouldn't feel right anyways it features a LOT of cute conan and I love to see pandora be used for weird supernatural shit like time travel yk?

HP -

Complete

Harry Potter and the Trip to the Past by Priya Ashok

Info : gen, 198k words

Summary :

19 years after the war with Voldemort Harry Potter is thrown 25 years into the past, arriving just before the start of his first year at Hogwarts.

Thoughts : one of the very first fanfics I ever read in my life and one I still hold dear to this day I loved seeing Harry and Severus work together especially when Harry isn't the one to approach him first about it a classic that everyone should take their time to read

To Recollect The Future by oliver.snape

Info : gen, 74k words

Summary :

Hindsight is 20/20, but when Harry's last steps into the forest set him back further than he'd ever thought, he never realised how grateful he'd be to have Snape there to help too.

Thoughts: I don't understand how this author can be so big brained they didn't prolong things they didn't do unnecessary drama the characters got everything quickly done time travel is always full of cliches but this .. this is so original utterly timeless

What is Right: Year One by Emma Lipardi

Info : gen, 87k words

Summary :

Harry finds himself making a decision to give it all up just to change what has happened. What he doesn't realize is that he gets a second chance to set it right.

Thoughts : while the sequel is unfinished to this day the first installment of the what is right series is brilliantly written showcasing a Ravenclaw!harry that we rarely see in fics his trauma directly shines through here but it's not overboard it's genuine

Ongoing

When Pigs Fly by BooksR4ever

Info : jeverus, 32k words

Summary :

Severus had always believed that romance wasn’t for him. Everyone else believed him to be filthy death eater scum, and he agreed, never fathoming the concept of someone liking him enough to actually pursue a relationship with him.

Until one fine day in sixth year, when he finds himself with a small, adorable child clinging to his right leg, calling him Papa.

Thoughts : I never really cared for Jeverus until very very recently and this was one of the first fics I decided to read it's very cute and I'm utterly in love with Harry plus Lily is such a good friend even if she isn't completely perfect the updates are slow though just so yk

FMAB -

Complete

Something about Nothing by RealityXIllusion

Info : gen, 12k words

Summary :

Tucker paid no price and transmuted his daughter. He paid the price and transmuted his mother. The difference was, Edward was a kid the first time around, he didn’t know just what he was doing. He knew it was taboo but that didn’t mean he knew the full extent to what performing human transmutation entailed. Or Edward gets a second chance and plans to do whatever it takes to make things right. He wasn't losing anyone this time around.

Thoughts : ok we all hate Shou Tucker I've only met like 3 bastards who think he's alright and they're all pieces of shit so I love seeing Edward go back and just be yk scheming and all jaded and ugh that's my boy right there Nina u poor bby

Ongoing

The Boy(s) Alchemist by SideBlog

Info : royai, 29k words

Summary :

In a desperate attempt to save Mustang's stupid life, Ed finds himself back at the stupid portal. What does it plan to take from him this time?

Or, Roy and Ed get stuck in the past and need to find their way back before things go very, very wrong.

Thoughts : The updates are pretty steady and the scary thing is that mustang is slowly losing his memory and we're here panicking with Ed about how fast they can go back it's also just nice to see Roy's childhood and his friendship? with Ed

I'm going to make another list later on because I realized oh shit I haven't read any time travel fics from AOT and there's probably a bunch from smaller fandoms that haven't crossed my mind yet

#rishi's fic recs #fic recs #time travel #bnha #dcmk #mha #detco #fmab #hp #harry potter #detective conan #naruto #haruno sakura #hatake kakashi #edward elric #roy mustang #severus snape #todoroki enji #endeavor #midoriya izuku #deku #erasermight #jeverus #pro snape #pro endeavor #pro haruno sakura #edogawa conan #aizawa shouta #kudo shinichi #eraserhead