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Love, Guilt and Other Wounds

Aaron Hotchner x female reader

When Aaron and his partner are taken hostage, he has to break her heart to save her life.

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, a little bit of domestic fluff, mention of blood, injury (non-graphic), hostage situation, knives, cannon-compliant themes of violence, non-detailed discussion about religion (Christianity), themes of childhood abuse, please let me know if you want me to add anything else.

Word count: (less than I expected, sorry) 3.7k Request here! | Masterlist

"Of course, I’ll hurt you. Of course, you’ll hurt me. Of course, we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence". - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Aaron isn't sure if he believes in a God or a higher power. He was taught to read scripture; and spent Sunday mornings perfecting his posture in church pews-- starched shirts and neckties pulled too tight. The preacher's sermons left him wanting-- wondering how this man of God could stand over his congregation preaching every week, and not see all the lies they were holding back. How could he not see the secrets Aaron seemed to read so clearly? At just fourteen Aaron knew who was having an affair and with whom. He could see which children feared their fathers. Every pew had another story, another family growing together, or falling apart. The hypocrisy of it all drove him mad, and he imagined standing from his seat to shout it, overwhelmed as he realized he had unintentionally become the keeper of everyone's secrets. He learned that everyone in that church was a liar in their own right, and he hated it. But, when he left for college, his mother called to ask if he was still going to church on Sundays, and he lied and said yes.

He should have paid more attention. Maybe then he'd understand how he ended up here. Perhaps it's some sick retribution. A cosmic evening of the scales; his penance for his sins. He just wishes you weren't here with him. How dare he think he could love someone when all he's ever done is punish those who love him? His hands are stained with blood; he taints everything he touches.

Very early on in his career, Aaron learned he couldn’t take cases personally. As devastating as it was to have another victim show up while hunting a killer, it wasn’t a personal failure. Compartmentalize. Use logic. Move forward. He repeated the process again and again. Logically he knows that he is not responsible for the actions of the aggressive sociopath who is now holding the two of you hostage; but, he blames himself for not keeping you safer, for bringing you with him, and for putting you in harm's way. He knows he will not recover if you don’t make it out of here. He won’t forgive himself.

The profile said this man would be anti-social. Physically, he’d be small in stature. It was clear he’d been sneaking up on his victims. He had been taking couples, knocking out the men with a blow to the back of the head, and then the women. It’s a method that the team had seen before, common for UNSUBs without the social ability to lure their victims, or the physical strength or confidence to attack head-on. But they had not profiled that he would escalate to taking out his targets with a taser.

After six days in San Diego, the team finally had a lead on two rental properties in the UNSUB’s comfort zone. One was an old tyre factory, listed as a multipurpose warehouse and storage space; the other was a large storage facility in an industrial neighbourhood. Both units had been paid for in cash, both offered the privacy and space required to hold and torture two people for days at a time. The team split up, Hotch and you arranged to meet the owner of the factory space to find out more about who the renter was and gain access to the property. With no response from the owner of the second property, Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi headed over to check it out.

The two of you had only been on the property for five minutes before Aaron had been incapacitated and taken out. He had foolishly made his way into the building while you ran back to the SUV to grab your jacket. Out cold, there was nothing Aaron could do to stop you from meeting the same fate.

It’s not his fault. But he feels like it is as he watches you shiver from across the room. He can’t be certain how much time has passed, but it feels like hours. He can only hope that you’re being kept in the building you were attacked in, that the team will connect the dots and come and get you, but until then you’re stuck. He watches, nauseated as your eyes flutter open, and then shut again. You’re concussed, he doesn’t need to be a doctor to know that. His ears are ringing, and he’s sure the blow he took to the head has at the very least temporarily worsened his hearing.

“Doesn’t the FBI have rules against fraternization?” The UNSUB wonders out loud, waving a knife around as he walks towards you.

“What makes you think we’re a couple?” Hotch asks, as he tries to work his hands free from the rope that binds them behind his back, “She’s just a colleague”.

It’s a lie. But it needs to be said. Compartmentalize. Use logic. Move forward. Buy time, shift the UNSUB’s interest away from the two of you. Ruin the fantasy.

“I think I’ve been doing this long enough to know a couple when I see a couple, Aaron,” the man taunts, obviously proud of himself. He’s feeling emboldened having taken two FBI agents, but that works in your favour. He’s getting cocky, too full of himself. It’s a level of confidence he isn’t used to having, it just gives him a higher height to fall from. Compartmentalize. Use logic. Move forward. “I think it’s time we wake your girlfriend up,” the man says, his hand gripping tightly at your hair, your head tugged back without remorse.

Aaron resists the urge to cringe as he hears you groan, your face twisted with obvious pain as you’re rudely awakened. “She’s pretty. What’s she doing with you?”

“I told you. She’s a colleague”.

Your eyes are unfocused, scanning the room trying to make sense of what is going on.

The man raises the knife, holding it to your throat. This time Aaron blinks, desperate to control his expressions and micro-expressions. In this scenario, the less he cares about you, the safer you are.

It’s the burden of being tied to him. Time after time his love destroys people.

The blade presses closer to your throat. Aaron controls his breathing.

“Impressive agent Hotchner. But I’m still not convinced,” the UNSUB moves the blade but pulls your head back further. Your eyes meet Aaron’s, “Do what you’re going to do, he doesn’t care,” you say. You’re speaking to the man with the knife in his hand as much as you’re speaking to Aaron. He weighs his options, his heart pounding as he watches you hold your breath, willing the tears to leave your eyes. It’s the permission he needs but doesn’t want. Compartmentalize. Use logic. Move forward. He knows you’re doing the same, telling him to break your heart to save your life.

“Please, Hotc--”.

He doesn’t let you finish, “Just shut up for once. Please,” he thinks the words cut through him more than they cut through you. Knowing his cruelty is a lie does little to soften the blow, and it breaks his heart to be the one throwing it.

But this is all he’s good for, isn’t it? Letting people down. Surely it’s not just coincidence that so many of those who have dared to love him end up damaged. One way or another he destroys people. Who is he to say that he’s the one who is suffering when it’s he who does all the damage?

Even as a child, he couldn’t help it. He thinks perhaps he inherited his sharpened tongue and lack of patience from his mother. She loved him in her own way but could never show it without first tearing him apart. Her biting words, and regular beatings. Prentiss had been right when she once said he was distrustful of women-- unfairly so. Not all women carry the hateful, spiteful heart his mother had. Very few had ever turned their rage at the world and their shortcomings into a personal and violent rage against him. He grew weary nonetheless. Better safe than sorry.

At a young age, it became clear to him that there were few things, if anything, as important to his mother than appearances. On Sundays, she fussed over his clothes and his posture. She lectured him on table manners from the moment he could hold a fork. His room had to be spotless. His grades had to surpass average. Long before his brother was ever born, he learned how to live up to her expectations. But still, there was always something she could find him lacking in, an excuse to take her open fist or wooden spoon to his skin, a reason to send him to bed without dinner. He remembers crashing into the china cabinet trying to escape her one night. She was mortified on Monday when he had to walk into school on Monday with a cast around his arm. “Make sure they know this was your fault,” she told him. Perhaps I was built to fail, he had thought. She loves me and I embarrass her. I will only ever let her down. God, how disappointed she would be to see him now.

Seconds feel like hours as the UNSUB leers expectantly. The man's mouth twists into a smile when he sees the tears forming in your waterline again. Aaron watches your fist clench presumably to distract yourself from the migraine that matches the pounding in his head, just as much as it is to pull your attention away from the hurtful lies he's about to weave.

“You were supposed to have my back,” Arron spits with faux vitriol. “You had one job and couldn't even manage to do that”. Compartmentalize. Use logic. Move forward.

“From the moment you showed up I knew you'd be a problem”.

He continues to try to work his hands out from the binds. He can feel the knot loosening as he continues to buy the two of you time. “Aaron,” you beg, tears slipping down your cheeks now.

“Following me around with some school girl crush. Look where we are now,” Aaron breathes.

He can feel his father’s rage resting on his shoulders, as heavy as his hands were when he used to pat him on the back. It’s a quiet burning, far more silent than his mother’s anger, but it’s there and threatening him all the same. A silent shame; a fear induced by the knowledge that he’s failing but not being able to stop it. His father lived like a ghost in their home, just as Aaron has learned to haunt his life. He only ever raised his voice when he drank, but even then his hatred was self-directed. A sorrowful self-pity. A cry for help. The affairs, the gambling, the drinking; the man punished himself, stumbling home to a house with a vengeful wife, a silent boy, and a crying baby. It was a heart attack that finally killed him, but Aaron never doubted his father had stopped living long before that.

Aaron breaks his own heart as he delivers each verbal blow. He hopes you understand. He prays that just maybe your concussion might leave the memories of this moment blurry. Selfishly, he begs you to forgive him, because he won’t forgive himself.

He can see the way your wrists strain against your restraints. The UNSUB adjusts his grip on your hair as you struggle to distance yourself from him. Your eyelids flutter and he knows your vision must be swimming but you don’t give up. With a sadistic grin, the UNSUB wipes at the tear stain on your cheek with fake sympathy, grasping your jaw roughly he forces you to look straight at Aaron, “Poor girl… guess boss man doesn’t care about you after all. What a waste,” he sighs his breath heavy against your cheek, as he moves to hold the knife to your throat again, “She’s so pretty,” he directs his commentary at Aaron this time.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’ve slept with her. How couldn’t I when she was practically throwing herself at me?” The words taste bitter on his tongue as he speaks them. His stomach churns as he continues, “But what we have certainly isn’t love”.

It couldn’t be further from the truth. Aaron grounds himself choosing to remember the quiet morning you two had shared only a few days earlier. Waking up without an alarm but with Jack sneaking in to jump up on the bed. As he watches you cry now he recalls how you had smiled so brightly at the little boy, ruffling his hair and cuddling Jack into your side. He had watched with a smile of his own as you bargained with his son, promising pancakes in exchange for ten more minutes of sleep on your shared day off.

You crept into his heart so slowly he had hardly noticed. Until one day, he looked up from the bright pink sticky note you'd left on your recent report, reminding him not to work too hard; he knew, without a doubt, he was in love with you.

For so much of his life, Aaron conditioned himself to expect a fight around every corner. He learned to make sacrifices from his happiness in fruitless attempts to keep peace. For the first time in forever he's been feeling like maybe, just maybe, he's enough. You’ve been more than patient with him; understanding his hesitance to open up to people again. You don't get upset with him for working late, but you scold him for not getting enough sleep and skipping meals.

He smiles more. He cracks jokes the way he used to. You've helped him see the forest from the trees-- healed parts of him he didn’t know needed mending. He's tried to do the same for you. He's watched you open up and trust the team more. He's seen the way your confidence has grown and he can't take credit for your growth, but he's enamoured by the transformation just the same.

You deserve better. You deserve better. You deserve better. The thought echoes in his head the same as it does most days. But now, it’s louder. The voice in his head matches the volume of the ringing in his ears, and the rushing sound of his pounding heart. Compartmentalize. Use logic. Move forward. He fights to remind himself, but the UNSUB is laughing now. Taunting you and your emotions, and there’s nothing Aaron can do but sit there and watch. He struggles to feign indifference, watching as you continue to make yourself smaller. It’s only then that he notices that you too are working your hands out of the rope that restrains you. The UNSUB was stupid enough to tie your wrist in front of you.

Aaron’s eyes focus on the bandaid wrapped around your index finger. You cut yourself making dinner last week. He could have sworn his heart melted when you turned to him holding your hand out, blood beading already. “Aaron, where do you keep your first aid kit?” you’d asked. Your brows furrowed, and your lips pouted. “In the bathroom, the cabinet under the sink,” he’d answered with no intention of letting you go off and tend to your wound alone. Instead, he guided you down the hall, his left hand looped in a gentle hold around your wrist, his other hand on your waist.

Once you were sat on the countertop he took great care, making sure the wound was cleaned before he bandaged it. “My hero,” you teased, leaning in for a kiss.

A simple cut he could manage to fix. Jack promised you could use as many of his Star Wars bandaids as you wanted while you healed as well. A little love and patience could make it better, a philosophy he adopted to heal Jack’s scraped knees, and schoolyard bruises. But the sight before him now is far worse than any kitchen mishap could be.

Your nose is still bleeding. Bruises have already begun to form, red marks turning deep purple with every passing minute. He knows that your concussion is something you'll recover from. The contact burns from where the taser touched your skin will become new skin someday soon. The cuts and scrapes will scab over and then disappear.

Aaron worries the damage he's done can never truly be ameliorated. Your compassion is unmatched. It’s what makes you a good agent, a good partner, and someone Jack can turn to. You are forgiving. God knows you've excused enough of his behaviour. But, he doesn't deserve to be absolved of this guilt. He will carry this day around in the darkest corner of his heart; the same place he holds the memory of Haley and how he failed her. The words “what we have certainly isn't love,” will linger uneffaced by time or kind words.

The squeak of an old door opening piques Aaron's interest. The UNSUB doesn't react. Seemingly only interested in tracing the tear tracks on your cheeks. Your eyes are closing again. It's over now, he wants to tell you. He wants to hold you; comfort you; to apologise because you deserve to hear it anyway.

“Paul Simpson. FBI,” Morgan’s voice booms, “drop the knife and put your hands where I can see them”. Prentiss and Dave come to stand next to Morgan, their guns trained on the newly identified perpetrator. Aaron bites his tongue so hard he can taste blood-- it's all he can do to stop himself from bursting into a fit of bitter laughter. We win, he wants to say.

Disarmed and handcuffed, Paul is escorted outside by Morgan and two members of the local police. Prentiss and Rossi make quick work of untying you and Aaron.

“Aaron?” he can hear you mutter, breathy and quiet.

“Yeah, I’m right here,” he promises kneeling at your side. Your eyes are glazed and unfocused as you nod and tip forward. Unconscious, your entire body falls forward into Prentiss’ arms. Aaron’s voice joins Rossi in calling for a paramedic.

The doctors assure him that you’ll wake up soon. They dealt with his injuries quickly. Bruised ribs are the worst of his injuries. A cut at the back of his head and the taser burns were patched in only a few minutes, though he’ll readily admit he was far from a good patient. Too anxious to keep still much to the nurse’s dismay.

You’re still asleep. A major concussion will have you out of the field for much longer than he knows you’ll be happy with. He makes a mental note to start setting aside some extra paperwork for when you inevitably start hounding him for something to do. With the lights in the room dimmed, and a comfortable silence settling he allows himself to indulge in the illusion that everything might be alright between you.

With your hand in his, he breathes deeply trying to focus. He prays to a God he’s not sure he believes in. And when the quiet starts to get to him, he speaks out loud, as silly as he thinks he may look. He tells you about the phone call he had with Jack earlier and lets you know that Jack has a new painting he can’t wait to show you when you get home. Your hand squeezes his, encouraging him to keep talking.

“Aaron?” your eyelids flutter as you adjust to the light. The nurse had them turned to the dimmest setting but it’s still far more than you feel immediately capable of coping with.

“Yeah, honey,” he affirms. You release the breath you’re holding your brow relaxing.

“I love you,” you tell him. Your voice is steady and steadfast. Your resolve is impressive, unwavering and determined as you focus on making eye contact with him. “It’s not your fault,” you promise. He’s sure you don’t expect the weight on his shoulders to lighten instantaneously. You’ll tell him every day that he’s not to blame; intent on chiselling away at his guilt, shrinking it down before it manages to consume him.

“I love you,” he swears. He knows it won’t squash any of the doubt he’s planted. Aaron knows there will soon be days that the niggling insecurity threatens to break what you’ve managed to build together; when the worry that you aren’t enough seems louder than it ever has before. He won’t blame you if you decide it isn’t worth the pain of staying with him. But, he’s hell-bent on loving you through it. He can only hope that it’s enough.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds fic #hotch x reader

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writing-in-the-impala · 6 months

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Secret Smokes (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Professor! Remus Lupin x Student! Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Age gap, teacher-student relationship, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut (eventually), non-cannon compliant (I mean it's mostly canon except Sirius isn't in Azkaban and Voldemort never came back after killing James and Lilly.

Word Count: 1.5k - 5 k per chapter

Total word count: 35k

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Mood Board by: @starchaser-lily ❤️‍🔥

Check out my other stuff here: MASTERLIST

#student x teacher #harry potter #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #professor lupin x reader #remus love you #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #teacher! remus lupin #secret smokes

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anulithots · 2 months

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Noorie's JJK analysis's/ screaming

You cannot keep me contained. My overthinking brain is buzzing.

(all sfw! This asexual likes to find as much fluff as possible.... but stuff tends to go over my head so I might accidently reblog a thing or two. Sorry about that <3)

Analysis

Most of my essays are here

Gojo the analyst

SatoSugu and how they support each other

Ao No Sumika - "Will we meet again?"

Gojo and Geto being compliments in an ironic way

Yuji Itadori and his non-existent coping mechanisms

Satoru Gojo... is there anything you don't have?

Gojo and his teasing

Gojo and Geto teachers AU

Gojo, being alone, and loneliness

Itadori is also selfish... and Gojo is compassionate.

Gojo will take care of it. Don't worry

Chapter 236

Jujutsu Kaisen Meta analysis

Would SatoSugu ever get back together

Itadori the sacrifice

Why Gojo and Geto understand each other... and no one else.

Fav Analysis (not by me)

If Geto loved Gojo, why didn't he try to recruit him? by @ellionwrites

How much Geto canonically loved Gojo by @ellionwrites

Who the hell is Gojo Satoru by @fushiglow

Kenjaku's purpose as a literary device by @justrustandstardust

It's only them by @justrustandstardust

SatoSugu as celestial bodies (red and blue) by @justrustandstardust

He knew when he left by @mylee-sketches

Yuji Itadori's... not so healthy tendencies. by @epickiya722

To read

Chap 236

Fanart

Gojo's wallpaper (crack comic with my sibling @mylee-sketches)

Umbrella

Lousy Personalities

Karaoke (crack comic #2)

Neurodivergent Satoru Gojo

Slice of life ideas

Itadori gets a demon dog plushie for Fushiguro

'I'm Satoru Gojo because of you, Suguru'

KFC breakup

Edits

"You were a wonderful experience"

"You're holy to me"

if JJK had slice of life episodes

(cannon compliant)

Itadori's sense of style

Gojo and Geto insult teachers together

Headcannons

Aspec Satosugu

Fav fics

Carry me home It's so ridiculously good. Timeline suguru-centric fix-it-fic that doubles as a character deep dive. It's absolutely amazing.

5 Times Gojo Satoru Tries to Rizz Up Geto Suguru and 1 Time He (Kind Of) Succeeds by @justrustandstardust. Really funny. It made the asexual try to hold in laughter. Need I say more. Also prose style and the pacing and character voices are all really really good.

April pink cute satosugu fluff

Urban Privilege Nobara and Gojo bonding. Need I say more.

Embers SatoSugu but post-shibyua and full of painful nostalgia.

like best friends do aromantic satosugu. Mind the tags, for it gets... close to being nsfw? But... aromantic satosugu. It was wonderous.

Two-headed Calf Post breakup but pre vol. 0. What could've been. Absolute pain.

here and where you are - cityboys - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) [Archive of Our Own] REALLY REALLY REALLY SAD Itafushi. Alternate Shibuya timeline but somehow even sadder than cannon, believe it or not. It's a 'everyone gets a happy ending' but in the worst way possible.

Fav JJK posts that make me ~feel things~

Suguruuuuu whyyy

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also also, specific JJK things that give me happy sparkles (I like pain):

SatoSugu but they transcend labels and to me they have a queer platonic flavor to them. (Romantic, Queer platonic, best friends, soulmates, everything. They are everything. But I like Queer Platonic for them quite a lot! They feel like Queer platonic to me <3)

Itafushi but I flipflop between fluff ship and best dynamic in history, or both.

Itadori and Fusiguro's their differing morals and perspectives on a complex situation/circumstances.

Maki and Mai angst.

Found family Gojo and Tokyo trio.

Tokyo trio in general.

Itadori and his sensei's

Itadori in general

SHOKO MY ASTHETIC CRUSSHHHh

Geto's children

The Junpei arc

Cursed womb arc

Maki and Nobara

Inumaki

Nanami and Hibara

Megumi and his sister

Found family Gojo and the Fushiguro children

everything. Literally everything except for Mei mei and the dub.

Want to blabber about JJK with me? Feel free to ask! <3

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wren-dy-flowergarden · 11 months

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A fairytale we will never forget. (Wanderer/f!Reader)

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ You are a failed writer of the Academia and Nahida gives you something to write about. Post Sumeru Arc! Wanderer x f!academiaReader *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴A/N: OK! LISTEN- I have so much I need to write and My Precious Treasures is giving me trouble. Let me have my small little scaramouche man to cheer me up until my writing gets better (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*). (Side note: not everything is cannon compliant, Im still on last act of story- but have been semi spoiled lol cause Kaveh stole my heart and the event was sooo cute!) *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Word Count: 3.3k *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Tags: if bickering was cute, writing stories together, lots of fluff, light spoilers, writer will do anything for inspiration, poor be'tad

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You've failed again and would you be surprised it's not the first time you have failed.

It might have been the sixth, but you have lost count when your writings could fill ten books worth. You look at the scrolls limply hanging off your desk, the textbooks pilling so high they create a safety hazard of 'homicide by books'.

It's not right. It's not correct. It's not factual. It's not accurate. That's all they say, when they dismiss you with a wave of their hand and close the doors in front of sleepless eyes.

You want to scream, because it's not fucking accurate when a measly academia scholar like yourself cannot even read non-biased readings that do not have the author as Great Sage.

You needed something to take your mind off this.

You needed a break.

"You want to write a fantasy novel?" Aether comments munching on a stick of grilled meat. He looked off put by your comment as his companion Paimon speaks up, "Paimon doesn't understand how more writing is taking a break from writing?"

"It's a break because I can enjoy myself! No need to look at which theory makes more sense than the old. No more citing ancient sages that lived hundreds of years ago that are outdated. A good old fantasy."

Aether rolls his eyes, "And what defines 'good old fantasy'?"

Your eyes shine as you point directly at him. He scoffs as he tries another vendor's dish, "I mean- You have fought literal gods right! Or at least people tell me you have fought monsters that are as strong as gods!" You pause as you comment on your own delusions, "Well- I'm not sure how strong a god is, but it sounds impressive."

Aether is about to stop you as you continue, "Oh! Oh, what about the time you slayed a dragon? That sounds super interesting."

He groans in a way that you sense is that every time someone mentions the words 'dragon', that he must correct them, "For the last time. We didn't 'slay' it. We purified the crystal that made Dvalin sick."

"...So, your saying saved a kingdom from dark magic and that is not fantastical enough!"

You slam a couple mora onto the next vendor as Aether finished his latest dish. Sure, that money was for the breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next two days but what could be better than breathing, live, material!

You plead, "Please! One story, any story! I need something to jump start my brain that is not a library book."

Aether looks up the sky longingly you would narrate it as a 'take me now' moment; but surely not from you.

"Any story?"

You beam nodding as Aether reluctantly says yes.

"So that's the story. Sorry about this but I need to be back in Liyue by tomorrow and knowing (Y/N), she can um- be a lot."

You can't understand the rest of the sentence, but you see Aether talking to a smaller girl with leaves in her hair and flowers that bloomed around her.

At least that is what you say, but behind the boy with a large hat covering his head wore a frown as you could see each flower wilting- dead on the floor fictitiously.

What a buzzkill.

The girl, Nahida is what Aether calls her and she reminds you of sunshine that warms your heart. She smiles as she gives a small wave to you. As she does the boy behind her taps his foot frown never leaving his face.

"I see." And there is an ethereal ring in the small girl’s voice, "Leave it to us, please give the people of Liyue and the him our regards."

"Huh! Us?" A voice speaks at the same time. It was the boy with short purple hair dressed in flowing clothes different than your own. He looked like the wind would parachute him away at any second.

Aether sensing the shift whispered goodbye to you, leaving the room with the small girl and the frowning boy.

The girl speaks up first, "Aether told us of your 'predicament'? She questions because, no, writing a fantasy novel isn't considered a predicament more than getting a thorn stuck in your thumb; compared to how the academia cranks out automatous, encyclopedias of information that are used as the life blood of people’s lives, but in a sweets way she gives respect as she looks in your eyes.

Or so you thought.

"Therefore, he will help you!" And she points her thumb behind her to a balking boy who stomps his foot down. You could have sworn you felt the ground shaking, but that was probably his attitude.

"Wha- I refuse! There is no way I will be helping that baboon." And ouch, because words do hurt but if he had any sense of social norms and could read the room he would not continue. But he did, "You expect me to become one of those mediocre story tellers on the street?"

You glower as you gather any confidence you have in your work, "How dare you. Stories keep people alive!" And he gives you a look as if you are the idiot in the room because stories don't technically keep you alive, but that didn't stop your ramble," They let us share emotional connection with one each other as we can obtain a deeper understanding of people!" Don't say it, remember your manners, “and someone like you that has the emotional capability of a doormat wouldn't understand that!"

You wince as you see the boy’s brow raise underneath his ridiculously large hat, his mouth snarling as he cracks his fingers. It felt like the air was being sucked out of the room.

"Oh, really now?" It sounds like a threat the way his tone bleeds with irritation, "Let’s see who's the doormat once I-"

Nahida, gently places a hand on top of his and the air returns to normal. You let out a gasp that you did not feel you were holding as her voice rings out, "Now children, that's not how to treat each other."

She looks stern? Like a mother that is discipling her child by the way his face writhes into reluctance. She gives you a harsh stare that makes you feel like your own mother is chiding you, "Now, people who ask for favors can't start fighting with the asked. Can they?"

You look down at the floor, digging your heel in, properly chastised, "No... they can't."

She turns to the boy behind, "And people who invite guests into their home..."

He looks reluctant as if this wasn't his first time finishing her sentence, "don't blast them away..."

Blast them away?‌ And you think the right answer should be 'threaten, cause bodily harm, or even joke about causing bodily harm' but the small girl looks content either way.

"Now to start good relationships, we shake hands!" She clasps her hands together smiling.

Neither of you move.

"I rather not take my chances."

"I rather put my hand in boiling water."

Oh yes, this will be wonderful...

You sit down on a bench overlooking the landscape of Sumeru. It was beautiful the way the bustling of the city created a divide between the ethereal beauty of the nature itself to the bustling city life that coexisted with it.

Now that's beautifully said. Wait- but you used the word "beautiful" at least three, not four times now. What could you use instead?

You were about to dive deeper into your thoughts before a voice interrupted.

"Hey baboon!" A voice calls in which you wish was with endearment, because at least that be cuter than plain degrading. The boy pushes a plate of sticky rice plated with different types of fresh fruit, covered with syrupy goodness, "This is disgusting."

He's been doing this a while now, ever since Nahida kicked you two both out of the house with a couple of mora to keep you both full (how nice of her). She commented on 'sharing experiences with one each other', leading you to buy your favorite dessert as an olive branch.

You see the way her pushes the plate off towards the side of the table, "Hey that's my favorite dessert you know!"

And he scoffs folding his hands across his chest, leaning against the chair, "You have the tastebuds of a child then." And of course he continues, because goddamnit he does not know when enough is enough, "Oh- I forgot you are a child trying to create a kid's book."

You don't know which is worse. You going back to your small apartment to keep writing a bleeding thesis paper or you having to deal with this punk.

You take a breath in, you strive for peace, "Well. Then what's your favorite food?"

He rolls his eyes, "I don't have a favorite food."

"Everyone has something they like." You counter because he is not getting off the hook.

He pauses before he replies in pure reluctance, "Tea. The more bitter the better."

Now you're folding your hands across your chest, mirroring him.

"Tea?" You deadpan, "That's not a food."

"Were you not listening? I said I had no favorite food."

This time you scoff, "Well then why don't you like sticky rice?"

"It's disgusting."

"That's not an answer!"

"It is an answer you complete and utterly useless-!"

A third voice, "Excuse me."

You both turn to a server that has seen better days in their effort to survive customer service industry. The man looks at you and then at him, "You need to leave unless you stop yelling at each other. There are others trying to enjoy the view."

You look behind him and indeed others do look frustrated with the boy and you. At least you can read the room before the boy in front of you could, he looked like he was about to argue, and it was an argument he would lose. Slamming a couple of mora with a quick sorry, you grab the boy by his sleeve running out leaving your mango sticky rice behind.

By the time you make it to the top of Sumeru you are huffing and puffing. Air feels like fire as you steady yourself on your kneecaps gasping. Next to you, the boy has every piece of flowing fabric in place, his face not even a drip of sweat upon it. In other words, he looks and probably is way healthier than you.

"How- huff aren't you- dying?" And you say it in a way the means 'how are you standing', 'why are you freakishly healthy' or in a comedic sort of way 'are you even human?'; but his jumps eyes wide as he retorts head up high, "Everyone can run at least that far."

You start to think about your counterparts in the academia and how even a mile run would make you want to never leave your room again, and then you rethink, because Aether is his 'friend?' and that blond hair boy is certainly the least normal boy you know but he might fall into the category of 'everyone' to your interviewee.

That gave you hope.

You sit at a rickety bench underneath tarp that give a nice shade in the sun, fanning your shirt to let air in between all your robes. You notice him standing off to the side, like a cat waiting to be beckoned and that almost makes this time bearably. He must have surrendered, because he sees you eyeing him then the chair across from you and he sit down right on the edge.

"So", you start once you’re sure you can say a whole sentence without wheezing, "I know- that maybe, we got off on the wrong foot," and he opens his mouth for another (probably insensitive) comment and you talk quicker, "but I'm ready to listen to any story you have to share!" There quick and simple.

He closes his mouth, the thin line never shifting in his lips before he huffed, "I don't have a story for you."

And all common courtesy went out the window as you breathe in and out, peace! Peace you say! "Everyone has a story." A twinge of sass, "Like how everyone has a favorite food."

"Fine. I'll be more clear. I have no "fantasy" story that you will want to write."

And you blink, that was not the response you were expecting. You feel the academic spirit ignited in you as you prod for more information, "What do you mean by that?"

He's thinking and you can see thunder clouds brewing in his purple eyes as he clenches his teeth, "You want those dumb fairy tales where idiotic princes go save a damsel huh? Someone who saves you no matter what even though there is no one there!" You describe it as lightning engulfing his eyes as it leaks out with every enunciation in his words. You can feel the hair at the bottom of your neck standing up, "How stupid you all are."

A moment of thought, "Well, if you put it that way it is pretty stupid."

His face contorts in a way that you wonder if your face muscles can do that as well, "Huh?!"

"Yah!" You twiddle you fingers as if trying to connect the dots, "I never said I wanted to write a classic fantasy story! Who gets to say what I will write?" You stand up renewed energy as the cogs move in your mind, "I'm writing this because I want to! Stories are meant to connect us and if I can't hear your story then how the hell am I even supposed to know what to write?"

You don't let him even start. His mouth agape.

"You're right I may be an idiot I will admit. I can't even pass a stupid thesis paper because I am too focused on the fact that every paper I have used as reference sucks the living life out of me faster than I can even graduate." You point a finger towards him, your index finger almost touching his nose and he is spluters, "But Im not an idiot when it comes to sharing others stories."

When you're sure he's not going to start on another rampant of the insipid state of his world you say one last thing. A perfect conclusion.

"We haven't formally introduced ourselves."

His brows furrow, "Ha- I know your name!" He says in a loud voice, but there is less venom this time.

You shake your head, giving little tuts of disappointment, "No silly" he preens at the word but it's payback for him calling you a baboon, "I don't know your name."

The boy eyes cross towards your fingertips as he slaps your hands away, "Get your hand out of my face." You can tell he is thinking.

He gives a sigh, before mulling over the possibility of only one-story telling night vs. a determined author who will bang on his door every day until she gets what she wants. At least that's what you believe he is thinking of.

"You can call me..."

His voice becomes muffled under his hat, and you ask him to repeat again. His violet eyes dart to the side darkening, like saying his name is sooo difficult.

".... hat guy"

You swear your ears misheard him underneath that large hat he wears as his voice projects to the ground, "Sorry, say that one more time?"

"...Hat...Guy"

This time you blink in incredulous response, "Hat guy?" You give him time to at least say a semblance of a normal name, but he is quiet, hands folded over his chest as his final answer, "Really? Hat guy?"

You throw your hands up, "I thought we were getting somewhere! Like I was trying to open up to you about the whole story thing!" Your hands lower in apocryphal delusion, "Hat guy... what type of parent names them hat guy?"

It's so ridiculous that you start laughing.

"Stop laughing! You're looking more like a baboon than before." A sharp comment breaks you out of breath as you hunch your sides.

You wipe a nonexistence tear from you tear ducts as you look at him. A faint mellow glow is left on his cheekbones- the only word you can use to describe the reaction is embarrassment.

Or anger. Probably anger.

The fleetingness of absurdity leaves you as the last hiccup escapes your lips, he looks like a cat that had water poured on him, "Sorry, sorry! I'll be serious now. Nice to meet you pft Hat Guy!" A guffaw escapes again and this time you have to stop because it looks like he's ready to punch your lights out.

You slip next to him, his face a contorting to annoyance. Pulling out a small journal, that has seen better days, kept in the back of your satchel you find a pen. Clicking the pen as you flip to an open page.

"So. Where do you want to start?"

"Wow (Y/N) you really..." Aether pauses finding the words, "stuck to the facts?" He finishes handing the rest of the paper to Paimon struggling to hold the rest of the pages in her tiny hands.

Paimon struggles to flip through the pages, squinting at the words on the page her eyes flicking to the violet haired boy in the back, "Yeah! Who knew that he was a prince of a continent who was known for dragon slaying? Then went on a thousand-year-old journey to find a piece of paper that hold the secret of a war from a long long LONG time ago...?" Even Paimon was awestruck by your story telling.

You puff up your chest in pride, "Well, the dragon slaying idea had come from you Aether. Gotta switch it around sometimes you know?" And you can see Aether facepalm his face mumbling something that's not worth the effort to narrate.

You turn toward Nahida and the boy of inspiration, "So! How do you like the first draft? I’m thinking of adding more details and vocabulary but all and all pretty good right!"

The girl, Nahida tilts her head in wonder, "I had no idea your story was so rich." She holds a secret behind her smile as she looks up towards the boy who hasn't said a word about the manuscript, "Truly, this has been an enlightening experience."

You nod rapidly, she always knew what to say to lift your spirits. You hop over to "hat guy" as he is staring blankly at your hard work. You give a small poke, and he jerks violet eyes catching yours.

"How is it?" You tilt your head to fit underneath his hat as you point towards a paragraph that has to do with the boy falling out of his kingdom in the first act, "Pretty accurate right? I tried combining multiple classic fantasy stories to create this, like you said."

He doesn't push you away, nor does he voice any acrimony. He does look at you like an adult would look at a child who made a mess of their kitchen before presenting equally a mess of a cake that people have to coo at because- it's a child's cake. Inedible, sloppy cute and the worst part- burnt on one side and raw on the other, but nonetheless a product of hard work made by a child.

Though this could be your imagination but notice him open his mouth after deliberating his thoughts. He decisively says in full confidence:

"I see why you haven't graduated."

#.wwrenwrites #genshinbrainspam #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #scaramouche fluff #wanderer fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #SCARAMOUCHE HEAL ME PLEASE holds up freaking healing catalyst to save me from writer block.#Nahida I love you so much #I promise this story is actually funny...at least I did my best #LOOK GUYS I referenced hat guy!!!!

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sgraffitobonito · 7 months

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Getting into a new ship like

*skeptical yet curious*

“oh, you like this pairing? …Alright, you’ve intrigued me”

*5 hours, a non-cannon-compliant fic, and a box of tissues later*

“Damn ok maybe LordSpeedoRat69 has a point”

#tag your fandom #it was #spideypool #for me #new ship #fandom tumblr #fandom #ao3 #ao3 ship #fanfic #ao3 fandom #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ship fanfic

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rocksandboulders · 7 months

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my take on the posts about the nature of of az and crowley's relationship, sexually speaking.

i agree that they can be headcannoned as beings with sexual urges. i, personally, follow this interpretation of the characters.

but i don't think it's a problem to headcannon them as asexual. as an asexual person myself, i and my asexual friends are hella hella indulgent individuals, other than in regards to sex. myself and some (not all) or my ace friends still are able to get aroused, still are physically attracted to people, and still engage in physical intimacy outside and inside of sexual practice. to say that this is an "out of character" headcannon, especially using the "humanity" defense, ignores any asexual individuals who are anything other than strictly and perfectly asexual. it also ignores the fact that asexuality is human and fluid and asexuals are members of humanity just as much as allosexual people are.

this all, i believe, is true for any character without a strictly defined sexuality, but especially in regards to aziraphale and crowley, because it is cannonical that they have to put active effort into having sexual organs.

along with this, the point of fandom, fanfic, and headcannon is not to be character accurate. by that logic, any fanfic or headcannon that isn't about a cannon relationship is pointless. there is literally a tag that reads "Non Cannon-Compliant" because it is so common to step out of the boundaries of the story the fanfic is based off of.

again, i agree and do headcannon aziraphale and crowley as sexual individuals. but don't take away or put down another's ideas of these characters. they're important to all of us. let people relate to them.

#good omens #gomens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #michael sheen #neil gaiman #david tennant

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kquil · 2 months

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DIVORCING ORION BLACK : DISCLAIMER (PLEASE READ)

✦ this is a fix-it-fic for marauders era fans so it won’t be cannon compliant

✦ i will provide a explanation of the changes in chapters that need it for those of you who want some clarification on plot diversions but please feel free to skip those if you simply want to just read the story as is

✦ there will be very minor romance in this fic because i want to focus on the ‘fix-it’ aspect, although there will be hints to some pairings mostly in a humorous way

✦ if you think i've made a mistake when it comes to the happenings of the timeline, i don’t care, the marauders era is already very vague and this is my semi-retelling of it; if you don’t like it, you don’t have to continue reading

✦ reader is a female and i will be using she/her pronouns when referring to her (im so sorry my non-binary and male-gender darlings!)

✦ i will be avoiding the use of Y/N as well as avoiding all mentions of physical traits to prevent loss of immersion — reader is YOU and it doesn’t matter if you're curvy, slim, light skinned, dark skinned, in between, short, tall, have curly hair, straight hair, wavy hair, have fins or have fairy wings! it doesn’t matter because i’m going to try my hardest to be as inclusive as possible by not mentioning any of that!

✦ im all up for constructive criticism but please keep unnecessarily mean and passive-aggressive comments to yourself; if you want to provide criticism, i encourage you to re-read your comment before pressing send

✦ because of changes in the timeline, there will also be some changes to character personalities and actions, i mean, it’s only natural right? different circumstances create different people, if this bothers you then you’re free to stop reading at any time

✦ i know i just made a whole spiel of reader being YOU but i will be giving her some distinct personality traits and a past— it’s unavoidable since i want the story line to go a certain way and it requires a particular character to be able to do that (in my eyes) so i guess reader can also be easily read as an OC of some kind

✦ if you haven’t already guessed, this is inspired by many of those reincarnation/isekai/do-over mangas XD

✦ i am also not a professional writer and i have many other commitments outside of writing so im afraid updates will be very slow, however, i plan on having each chapter move the story forward in some way, even if an update feels like a filler chapter aka i promise to make each update worth it for you darlings

✦ lets all have fun on this journey and help our favourite boys get the happier lives they truly deserve

DIVORCING ORION BLACK MASTERLIST →

#sirius black #regulus black #walburga black #harry potter fix it fic #marauders fix it fic #the marauders era #hp marauders #remus lupin #james potter #marauders #peter pettigrew #marauders era #the marauders #orion black #divorcing orion black series #dob : series

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resident-gay-bitch · 4 months

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Ok I have so many prongsfoot thoughts but I just thought of a fairly canon compliant AU where they get together in Hogwarts:

Sirius is the first to acknowledge his feelings for James as non-platonic. He’d hide it for a while because he’s content with having whatever part of James he can get

James is blissfully unaware and continues to pursue girls. Lily rejects him in fifth year and later on, Sirius moves in with him after running away. All this extra time together causes him to slowly become aware of his not so platonic feelings for Sirius

I think the tipping point would be in their sixth or seventh year when Sirius has a fling with another guy and James just can’t help but meddle and say things like “oh I don’t like him padfoot he’s a git” “he’s not good enough for you” etc. So Sirius is obviously pissed off and asks him “why do you care” and James’ feelings just come tumbling out lmao

Okay THIS! Yesssss oh my gosh I can totally see this happening in cannon it just makes sense. Like, Sirius surpressing and taking what he can get and James just hopping along through life completely oblivious.

And of course once James figures it out he wouldn’t be able to keep it in. If we have his feelings for Lily to go by, James would be trying so hard not to throw his feelings for Sirius out into the world but he’d be so bad at keeping them to himself. He’d struggle. But because they’re best friends Sirius just doesn’t pickup on it because he’s blind to his own feelings.

And then the moment Sirius shows interest in someone new, especially a bloke, James’ jealousy would go haywire. It would be rude comments and snark remarks, he’d be looking on the marauders map for them and interrupting their closet make outs, he’d be pranking the bloke all the time like covering him in goo and putting dung bombs in his pockets and just making him as undesirable to Sirius as possible.

Sirius would get so mad so fast and approach James, yelling about it, “Why are you doing this?! I thought I could trust you!? If you’re just gonna be a homophobic git than you can get fucked!!”

And that’s where it would all come out, “A homophobic git?! A homophobic fucking git?! I’ll have you know I’m quite the fucking opposite you piece of shit!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, James?!”

“I’m queer too, you git!”

“Well than what’s your issue with him?! Why aren’t you happy I’m finally with a bloke?!”

“Cause the bloke is not fucking me!”

“Oooohhh.” Sirius would laugh quite manically at that, “You seriously, out of all the blokes in Hogwarts, want to fuck the one guy I’ve managed to grab for myself? You’re a fucking cunt, James.”

“What?!”

��Come on! I know he and I aren’t anything serious but you can’t just snatch him away from me!”

“What? No!” James would huff and grab onto Sirius’ shoulders, “I want to snatch you away from him, you big idiot!”

“What?” Sirius would mumble, and then James would roll his eyes and pull Sirius into a big fat kiss. And then once all the dots connect in his head he’d melt and mumble, “Oh.” Into the kiss before grabbing onto James and-

Okay, you get it. Basically, I agree! Hope you enjoyed the very mini fic I had no intention of writing though. Seriously it just came out of me.

And thank you for your ask, I enjoyed reading it and spinning it to life in my head very much. Don’t hesitate to share more of your thoughts about them!!! I love them so much!!

#jay answers #prongsfoot #sirius black #James potter #James x sirius #bambibelle #the marauders #mini fic #not intentionally included but included none the less #Starbucks #marauders headcanon #prongsfoot headcannon #ficlet #jay talks

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hungergameshyperfixation · 2 months

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Let this post be a safe place to post any and all Hunger Games headcanons, whether canon compliant, canon divergent, AU headcanons, etc. I just wanna see everyone’s headcanons (and feel free to share an explanation for why you hc it if you want to!). They can be as bland or canon divergent as you want them to be, idc. Here are some of my miscellaneous ones that are a mixture of both cannon compliant, divergent, and ones for different AUs (guess which is which lmao 💀):

•After the war, the idea of ‘districts’ was all but abolished. It didn’t happen overnight, but essentially there weren’t any more borders between districts and people had the freedom to live and start a life wherever they want. The district names have been so ingrained that socially most people still use them for communications sake, but legally there are no more borders or ‘districts’

•District Three people are very straightforward and direct, and don’t often understand outside district social cues. They’re pretty technical with their language, and often take things literally.

•Every district has their own sayings and ‘cultures’ in a sense. And I like to think that there’s definitely a period of adjusting and a learning curve after the war, when people are able to live a freer life, and with that interact with people from other districts.

•Annie sings—it’s been a lifelong habit, but it helps soothe her (and Finnick, and then eventually their child), and it’s kind of like a reminder of home and tradition. District Four being fishing, I like to think that some of the lighthouse/siren/ocean/pirate vibes still carry on, even just a little bit.

•Chaff likes to play practical jokes and tease people at their expense—not in a harsh way, but he definitely gives off ‘older uncle who’ll switch your alcohol for juice/water’ type vibe to me. He views the other victors (save for a few) as his friends and allies, and he is usually warm around them.

•(Movie specific) Haymitch is still from the Seam, but one parent/relative was a townie (kind of like Katniss, although I personally like to think it was a grandparent that was from the town, rather than a direct parent). But other than his blonde hair, Haymitch is still clearly from the Seam. Unlike Prim and Katniss’s mother, Haymitch has Seam eyes, the worn-out and sunken eyes, etc.

•Mags (at least in the movie) is wearing a ring on her left hand, so I’m assuming she was married. I don’t know which I prefer, that her partner died or that they were alive and watched Mags die in the Quarter Quell :(

•The Capitol does not allow for ANY wild animals—the only non-human creatures are domestic pets. Especially after Snow. There’s no untamed birds flying around autonomously, or many lizards running amok. Even pest control is highly maintained. Don’t get me wrong, there’s tons of animals—circuses, shows, domestic pets, etc. Just nothing “untamed.” They’re not even treated badly per se, but it’s all for entertainment—it’s like a perfectly controlled bubble (I think this is perfectly fitting for Snow’s character specifically especially in TBOSBAS but also just the Luxury and curated image of the Capitol in general).

More to come bc I’m crazy about this world

#consider this a first draft/starting point post #the hunger games #annie cresta #thg series #catching fire #haymitch abernathy #district three #Panem #the hunger games headcanon

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kindoffruity · 1 year

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Smitten: Chapter 3 - Neteyam’s POV

Mild Warning: Non cannon compliant.

Smitten - Chapter 3: Adore - Neteyam’s POV

Etera landed in the middle of the small crowd forming on the reef, Neteyam assumed they were about to send out a search party for them. He almost wishes they did, it was always awkward coming back to them like this.

Neteyam could feel Ronal’s glare as she snatched Aonung from his hands, he instinctively looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes because he knew what was coming next, “What is this! Why do you look like this? Was this you, demon?” Ronal shouted at him, Neteyam felt anxious.

“No ma’am..” He responded, keeping polite despite the inner part of him that just wanted to tell her that he wasn’t a demon and perhaps she should reconsider her position if she couldn’t at least be kind.

But instead, Aonung spoke up for him, “Neteyam saved me, please do not disrespect him. I am fine, I would have been dead by now had he not shown up. He deserves respect for that.” Aonung corrected, leaving Ronal stunned.

If they had been alone, Neteyam probably would have gripped him by his bruised face and planted a large kiss on his lips. Aonung had defended him? Neteyam tried not to blush just thinking about how much he adored how unfiltered and unnerved Aonung could be.

Neteyam wished he could have been like that.

“What happened?” Jake spoke to Neteyam, inspecting his back and arms as he did. “The altercation earlier.. I followed those boys from the Ta’unui clan, they mentioned they would get their brothers and teach Aonung a lesson for embarrassing them. I tried to go back to warn Aonung but I couldn’t find him. So I got on Etera to search.” Neteyam realized every mistake he made as he explained the story.

Neteyam tried to keep good posture when he spoke to his father, shoulders and head held high to give his father respect. He couldn’t even look at Aonung.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone before you left? You could have been hurt. I’d expect this recklessness from Lo’ak but not you.”

Each word felt like it was being stabbed into Neteyam’s brain, he should have told someone. He should have been smarter. Why didn’t he think rationally or logically in the moment?

“I am sorry sir, it won't happen again.”

Neteyam felt sour speaking these words, it wasn’t fair, he had done a good thing. Aonung was here and safe! Aonung usually spoke his mind. Aonung was so proud of him, he even defended him! Neteyam could say something too, Aonung gave him that strength.

“But I do not regret it.” Neteyam looked up from the sand his eyes had been locked on, his hands were shaking inside but he made sure his voice was smooth and confident even. “I reacted completely appropriately for the situation, had I taken any longer or detoured myself, who knows what could have happened.” Neteyam’s words grew more confident as they left his mouth.

It didn’t ease the shaking feeling rushing throughout him, fortunately Tonowari chimed in thanking him. Neteyam could feel his shoulders sink a bit, they had been trying to stay confident and firm.

“Yes, thank you, Neteyam,”

Aonung looked up at him and Neteyam bit his lip, their eyes doing all the talking.

Neteyam returned the thanks, he silently thanked him for giving the strength to stand up for himself, he probably wouldn’t have done it otherwise.

Neteyam bowed his head towards the parents before dismissing himself, he needed a moment to recollect himself. The mixture of emotions needed to be organized, he was frustrated but happy, anxious but relieved at the same time.

- - - -

His parents didn’t say much about the topic of Aonung the next few days, Neteyam was sure they were just trying to process their oldest speaking out of line. It wasn’t like him at all, but it was time for him to start being his own person.

The days were extremely long and even quiet, Neteyam hadn’t realized how much he had filled in his time with Aonung in one way or another, it was like his sun was gone. Neteyam almost wandered aimlessly, he would get to work bright and early, without Aonung there he would breeze by and be done well before anyone else.

Neteyam tried to fill his time by exploring the small island he had found Aonung on, it was peaceful there. It strangely reminded him of home, it wasn’t as large or wondrous but he could allow himself to climb to the top of the highest tree and stand there just admiring the view, it was almost surreal.

Neteyam always made sure he was on time for dinner, it was the only time he had been able to see Aonung. Their communal dinner sat them at opposite ends, it was nice because sometimes Neteyam imagined they were the only ones here.

This day was particularly hard, despite their usual longing glances, Neteyam could hear Tonowari, “You will be Olo’eyktan one day, you must get serious about your Iknimaya to become an adult within the clan. You need to search for a strong mate who will continue our way of life.”

Neteyam’s ears flattened, Aonung was speaking but he could not process any of his words, because Tonowari was right. Aonung would be Olo’eyktan one day, unlike him. He no longer had that luxury since he left him. Neteyam could not ruin this for Aonung, it would be selfish of him to claim Aonung as his own.

Neteyam hung his head low as he ate, his braids thankfully hiding his face, he could feel Aonung’s eyes on his. Neteyam wasn’t even hungry anymore, he discreetly excused himself feigning nausea and immediately left.

He rushed towards the end of the beach, finding comfort in this specific spot, where their relationship started would be where he ended it. Despite how much it hurt, he knew better than to think this foolish love story would progress further. He had demon blood, there was no way they could be together.

“I knew you’d be here,”

Neteyam felt the other's tail wrap around him as if to draw him closer, their hands touched and Neteyam struggled to speak, sitting in silence waiting for Aonung to fill it.

“I have missed you,” Aonung started to speak and Neteyam missed all the other words, Aonung had missed him- Neteyam had missed him too but he knew better. Neteyam felt a kiss being pressed to his hand, as much as it warmed his heart. His mind told him to pull away and so he did, slowly withdrawing his hand he could see the confusion on his boyfriend’s face.

Neteyam gulped, the words felt heavy, his chest tight.

“You will be Olo’eyktan one day,” A long pause as Neteyam struggled to find the right words, “This.. This cannot happen.”

“I do not understand you.. Do you not wish to be with me? Did I do something wrong?” Aonung turned to face him, grabbing his hands and practically forcing Neteyam to have to look at him. Neteyam knew he would not be able to end this if he looked at him, his heart would give him away.

“You have done nothing wrong. I think it will be best for us to end this now.” Neteyam tried to convince himself of his words as he spoke, this was better for them. They were not even of the same type.

“You must be with someone of your kind, a strong Metkayina, someone who understands the way of water.” Neteyam was practically pleading at this point, despite this the thought of Aonung with anyone other than himself sickened him. But if it would make Aonung happy, he would be there.

“I want you,” Aonung’s voice was confident, as he always was, the words would have made Neteyam melt if he hadn’t been so caught up in his overthinking.

“You must be with your own kind- they will never accept me.. Aonung, you will be a great leader one day. You mustn’t waste your time with someone like me,” Neteyam tried to insist, but his eyes looked sad as the thought hit him. Aonung being a great leader, who could not be with him.

“You are a strong Metkayina, you are one of us.” Aonung kept his tone easy, Neteyam reacted to that well, but he could tell Aonung was forcing himself to be calm for his sake. Neteyam needed to counter this.

“Aonung.. I am Omatikaya, when the war is over I will return home.” Neteyam didn’t believe that this dreaded war would never be over, if it hadn’t been over in 15 years, there was no hope for them to go home.

“I do not wish for anyone else but you, I will become an Ole’eyktan worthy of you,” Aonung’s words were confident, Neteyam never once thought when they arrived here two years ago that they would ever be having this conversation, but he knew Aonung meant it.

“Please..” Neteyam felt like he was begging at this point, “You have made me happier than I have been in a long time, but your parents-” Neteyam did not know why he couldn’t be selfish and accept Aonung as his own. Perhaps, he wanted to save Aonung the disappointment.

“Then look me in the eyes and tell me you do not wish to be with me, I will not accept this otherwise,” Aonung switched from a gentle tone to a more firm one, Neteyam could see the frustration on his face, their eyes locked. Neteyam could hardly speak.

“I do not wish..” Neteyam trailed off getting lost in those light blue eyes that seemed to draw him in, every time. He couldn’t lie to him.

Aonung was his safe space.

“I want to be with you, but you should be-”

Aonung practically growled in frustration with Neteyam for being this insecure in their relationship. “I do not want anyone other than you, I have every intention to court you.” Aonung cupped his face and forced Neteyam to look at him.

Neteyam needed this. He needed to hear that Aonung wanted him. Aonung was going to court him. This was real, not some fling.

“I adore you.”

Aonung didn’t say he loved him, but this was so much better. Neteyam couldn’t argue anymore, Aonung was not going to give him up. Neteyam couldn’t help but nod and give Aonung a small smile as he accepted his fate. Aonung was going to be a strong leader one day, a leader who would keep him by his side.

An Ole’eyktan worthy of his love.

Neteyam felt like they were in their own world, sitting in a comfortable silence before footsteps had been approaching and Neteyam flushed a bit, pulling away.

“Let’s go, it is time for bed! Mother says it’ll be a long day tomorrow, you two should really get a room.” Lo’ak huffed shaking his head and Neteyam glared at him.

“We are going! Now leave.” Neteyam practically hissed out to dismiss his brother but he was sweet to Tsireya, he really wished the best for because Lo’ak was difficult.

Just as Neteyam was ready to walk back, Aonung grabbed him from behind and pulled him against him. For once, Neteyam felt small as his body was pressed against the larger frame. “Nete.. Don’t ever think of ending this.. You are mine now and forever, I will give you everything.” Aonung whispered in his ear, planting a kiss to his head. Neteyam felt weak in the knees for a moment, there was a weird sense of pride brewing in his chest.

He was Aonung’s.

“Watch it fishboy, remember who saved who. If anything, you are mine.” Neteyam looked up at him, his head resting back on his shoulder. Aonung couldn’t hold back a loud chuckle, attracting the attention of the couple ahead of them.

Neteyam didn’t care, he leaned up, standing on the tip of his feet, his hand sliding up to pull Aonung down by his head for a short kiss on the lips.

“Gross.. Neteyam.. I would prefer Rotxo over this.. You chose my mortal enemy- I thought we were family!” Lo’ak called out, a bit dramatic. Lo’ak was going to keep going and Tsireya grabbed his face and pulled him for a chaste kiss to shut him up.

It worked, Lo’ak visibly buffered as Tsireya just kept walking flustered but confidently nonetheless.

#neteyam x aonung #aonunete #avatar #aonung x neteyam #avatar the way of water #aonung #neteyam #neteyam is baby #next chapter is going to be LONGGGG

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allzelemonz · 11 months

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Found Alive: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/Violence, death Warnings: Reader commits murder three times, implied future murder, implied torture, kidnapping, beating, reference to the Night Folk, non-cannon compliant, Kieran lives, trauma and coping, the gang cares about Kieran Summary: Kieran disappears from Shady Bell. You’re not about to let him stay away, neither are a few others in the gang.

One member of the gang found, another missing. Jack returned with a party and everyone was too drunk or busy celebrating to notice the disappearance of the former O’Drsicoll. Usually he comes to your tent in the morning, still too shy to share a bedroll with you, but this morning he didn’t. Mary-Beth noticed something similar. She’s been helping Kieran read and they usually get through a page before breakfast. He never showed. You and her approached Dutch and asked if he’d finally allowed him to go on a job. He didn’t. Mary-Beth asked around camp and turned up nothing while you looked over his usual sleeping place and found equal amounts of nothing.

He wouldn’t just leave like this. He was finally starting to fit in and make friends. He started his relationship with you just a few days ago. It’s not just that either. Even if he was pretending, even if he was just waiting to run, he wouldn’t leave Branwen. He loves horses, that horse especially, and he’s just standing with the others in the morning sun.

“Maybe somebody took him.” Mary-Beth says.

You hold out an oatcake for Branwen. He’s been getting nervous without Kieran around, like he knows something is wrong.

“Who could take him?” You sigh. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Mister Morgan told me about some folks out here.” She shakes her head. “Scary folks.”

You shake your head. “I’ve seen them. They wouldn’t come all the way over here. Not with all of us and our guns.”

Mary-Beth gasps. “You don’t think the O’Driscolls found us?”

You tense up, freezing in the middle of patting Branwen. “I’m gonna talk to Dutch.”

Dutch allows you to go looking for Kieran, letting you prompt the others but not forcing anyone to help. In the end, it’s you, Mary-Beth, Bill, Javier, Arthur, and Hosea. Javier and Mary-Beth go West, Bill and Hosea go North, and you and Arthur scour the surrounding swamps. You all agree to tackle Saint Denis together, meeting at the saloon with whatever you find.

The swamps don’t show anything promising. The occasional reptile, but that’s it. Arthur has no desire to be here past the afternoon. You don’t blame him. The swaps are creepy, full of things that shouldn’t exist. Once you’ve combed through everything you ride to the saloon to meet the others. They’re already there, standing among the horses and going over the immense nothing that they found. As you and Arthur hitch your horses you hear a loud crash from the alleyway.

“Goodness.” Mary-Beth jumps at the noise.

Javier puts his hand on his gun and peers down the alley. You follow, Arthur behind you. There’s three men with a familiar green wrapped around their faces, all trying to get another man to his feet. It’s Kieran.

Arthur steps forward and raises his gun. “You boys really are stupid.”

Javier and you join him, guns raised at the O’Driscolls. The others rush to see what’s happening and raise their guns as well. With six guns aimed at them, the O’Driscolls put their hands up and back away.

You rush for Kieran, kneeling beside him and checking for injuries.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, ya bastards.” Bill calls, stepping forward with Javier.

They pass you, Arthur joining them as they each take an O’Driscoll. Mary-Beth and Hosea join you in helping Kieran up. He’s barely conscious, but alive. He has a few bruises, a black eye, and busted lip, but he’s alive. You can hear the cries from the O’Driscolls as they’re beaten by your fellow Van Der Lindes. You get Kieran to sit against the wall in front of the horses. Hosea looks him over and Mary-Beth gets him water that he can hardly drink.

The sight infuriates you. You go back to the alley and find the O’Driscolls writhing in pain beneath your friends. Arthur steps away, giving you room. Bill and Javier follow, knowing exactly what you intend to do. The first one cries as if he hadn’t helped kidnap and beat Kieran, but he gets a bullet the same as the other two that give quiet stares. The blood pools on the ground under each of them and it fills you with a slight relief. Arthur has to put his hand over yours to make you lower your gun.

“We gotta get him home.” He says softly. “Come on, boy.”

You holster your gun and walk back to the horses. Kieran has his eyes open a little more and he’s drinking the water much better. Bill and Javier each give him a nod as they pass to mount their horses.

Hosea stands and looks between you and Arthur. “I take it we won’t have to worry about our friends anymore?”

“Taken care of.” Arthur says. “Let get goin’ before the law shows up.”

You kneel in front of Kieran and he smiles at you, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. You turn your head so you can press a kiss to his hand before you hold it in yours for a moment. Arthur helps you get him up on your horse and you ride back to camp. When you ride in you stall by the horses and let Branwen see that Kieran is back.

“Miss me, buddy?” Kieran asks as he presses his hand to Branwen’s nose.

The horse seems much happier.

Strauss gives you a few tonics and instructs you when to give them to Kieran. You pay as close attention as you can. Mary-Beth and Hosea brought him to your tent and sit with him while you get the supplies. Hosea excuses himself when you return, giving you a warm look with a pat on the shoulder. Mary-Beth tells you she left a book for Kieran, but he might need help reading some of it. You nod and she gives you a smile before she leaves.

“They’re fussin’ over me.” Kieran says, wincing as he sits up.

“They should be.”

You set the tonics down next to Mary-Beth’s book and hand him the one he’s supposed to drink now. He downs it, breaking once and a while when the wound on his lip stings.

“You’re sleeping here from now on.” You say, sitting next to him. “O’Driscolls can’t get you here.”

Kieran smiles softly. “Guess I shoulda done it before.”

“You’re here now, alive. That’s what matters.”

“Did ya shoot those fellas?” He asks, setting the tonic bottle down.

You nod.

“They wasn’t the only ones.” Kieran says. “I told Mister Matthews ‘bout a camp.”

“Dutch will probably have us hit it tomorrow.”

“Do ya have ta go?” Kieran asks. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

You carefully wrap your arms around him, trying not to hit any bruises. Kieran grips you much tighter. His face is buried in your shoulder and you hold him a little more solidly as he starts to sob. He tries to hide it at first but once you press a light kiss to his head, he lets go and the tears fall onto your shirt. You hold him for a while, just letting him get it out. You don’t know what happened beyond the cuts and bruises, but you will be joining Sadie on her next O’Driscoll hunting spree.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x reader #kieran duffy x male reader

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olderthannetfic · 10 months

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I've only been dipping in and out of the whole racism in fandom discourse for my mental health. But I wanted to bring up a point about non white characters I don't think has been discussed yet. Which is that even in fandoms where no one is white (anime,manga donghua etc.) Or in situations where Western main characters aren't white and are being written about. Very often when they are portrayed in fanfic it often feels like a white character with the POC characters name. Ive seen it come up so often. Where when a non white character is written by a white author they basically write them as a white character with a POC hat. Like even the absolute most basic aspects of the characters background or even aspects in the show itself are ignored. Like I'm not even talking about writers having to do additional research before writing a character of colour. They straight up just ignore the aspects of this character that the actual show has handed them on a plate. For an example. In one of the fandoms I was in back in the day. A main character who was very explicitly in the actual show itself non white and Muslim and explicitly told another character on screen during an extremely important and character establishing conversation that they were a practicing Muslim and did not drink or eat haram food. The other character acknowledges this gives them a non alcoholic drink and asks intelligent questions about what it means for this character. Except literally every single fanfic of this character (who even though they were a main character didn't actually have many centric fics I wonder why /s) had this character drinking alcohol and eating haram food. Like again the fanfic writers didn't even need to go online and do a simple Google search about Islam. The actual literal story itself all but handed them this key element on a silver platter anf these people still ignored it and all but went out of their way to do the exact opposite. And it's not even one of those situations where it was a background or non essential moment that could be ignored. This happened during an important character and story central moment. They were literally mentioning this conversation in their fics but glossing over this aspect of the character. And when I wrote a more accurate fic I got several hate filled messages for portraying the character true to cannon. And this was just one specific fandom. I've seen this come up so so often in other fandoms where all of the in text aspects of a characters identity is ignored just so white writers can basically write a white character with the poc characters name. And when you go out and write a canon compliant fic about characters you get hate for it.

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runningwithmyeyesclosed · 2 days

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I have no witty thoughts today. It's Wednesday, work sucked, Drarry gives me life. Let's proceed.

Reparations by sarahs_girl

Main Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Pairing Type: Healer Harry/Counselor Draco - Boss/Employee (kinda)

Type: Post Hogwarts Non Epilogue Compliant - Workplace Romance - Hospital Drama

Spice: 6/10 (there is spice but I think it's flowery enough to put it lower on the spice scale)

Word Count: 87,376

POV: Harry

My Summary:

Harry has found his path in life. To become a healer, he found a way to help people, that wasn't to constantly fight dark magic. After four years of study, Harry starts his residency. When he makes a mistake with his boss, he is horrified to find that his first rotation will be in Chemical Dependency Department with Draco Malfoy.

My Thoughts:

I immediately thought there was gonna be way more drama. I'm not sure why... haha, maybe just used to watching too many hospital dramas. I really enjoyed this fic, the plot was simple yet effective.

I think their character dynamic was perfect. I think Harry being good with older patients would be so cannon. Draco being well liked but surly is perfect as well.

There was a lot to love with this fic I would recommend!

#drarry #running read #harry potter #thoughts #draco malfoy #fanfiction #harry potter/draco malfoy #fic rec

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jojosgaylittleadventure · 3 months

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Josuyasu Fic Master Post

Unfortunately I didn't really have the time/energy this month to participate in the 2024 Josuyasu week, but a few of my fics that I already have published fit some of the prompts

So if anyone is interested here is a master post of my Josuyasu fic collections that I have on Ao3 (canon_compliant)

*note: all of my fics are relatively sfw, most that are rated "T" are due to possible triggers (and some good old make-out scenes lol)

The boys are a mess

This is a series of my short Josuyasu fics while they're still teenagers. All the fics go together and if you read them in order, they are chronological.

The Kids Aren't Alright (Rating: T)

Summary: After witnessing Keicho’s death, Josuke can’t quite bring himself to leave Okuyasu alone. In what others might see as the smallest gestures, Josuke offers Okuyasu his friendship. Taking place during cannon, this is just a short fic about the beginnings of Josuke and Okuyasu’s friendship. Tags: Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Nijimura Okuyasu, Higashikata Tomoko, During Canon, Pre-Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Friendship, Depression, just a touch of bi-panic, Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tomoko loves her new son

WINDY SUMMER (Rating: G)

Summary: After the fight with Kira, Josuke has to spend his summer break recovering, but Okuyasu makes sure to keep him company. Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Friendship, bi-panic, in fact Okuyasu is the definition of bi-panic, Fellas is it gay to want to kiss your homie?, also, Technically spoilers for the Japanese 1998 Ring film

spilling out (Rating: T)

Summary: Josuke and Okuyasu are both recovering in the hospital after the events of 4th Another Day. Tags: The Book: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure 4th Another Day, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Hospitals, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Sickfic, kinda lol, bi-panic, cuz y'all know i can’t write josuyasu without some bi-panic, Friendship, Josuke and Okuyasu are a pair, they are co-dependent, pls do not separate them

soft and slow, like summer rain (Rating: T)

Summary: After a study session gone wrong, Josuke finds himself needing somewhere he can feel safe and at home and that some where turns out to be Okuyasu. Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, the following tags are not from/between the ship (just an fyi), Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Side Character/Main Character Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Victim Blaming

The boys are still a mess, but now they're adults

This is a series of my short Josuyasu fics while they're adults. All the fics go together and if you read them in order, they are chronological.

Sleep (Rating: T)

Summary: Josuke and Okuyasu have just moved into there own place and Okuyasu is struggling with his guilt over leaving his father behind. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Physical Abuse, Physical Abuse against a minor to be more specific, Okuyasu just really needs a hug, Nijimura Okuyasu-centric

Misguided Ghosts (Rating: G)

Summary: Josuke loves his job as a nurse, but sometimes it can get to be too much. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Nurse Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Chef Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Hospital, death mention, Josuke is secretly a very anxious stressed boy, Also all the people that think Josuke would be a cop can fight me

Sickday (Rating: G)

Summary: Josuke comes down with a fever while at work at the hospital. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Nurse Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Sickfic, Caretaking, Gentle Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, sick Josuke, I stand by what I said last time, Everyone who thinks Josuke would be a cop can fight me, Nurse Josuke superiority

Collar Full (Raiting: G)

Summary: It’s Josuke’s 24th birthday. Okuyasu throws him a party and considers taking the risk and telling him how he feels after all these years. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Fluff, Love Confessions, bi-panic, tbh Okuyasu is the definition of bi-panic lol, Tomoko is Josuke and Okuyasu’s biggest fans

Talk Too Much (Rating: T)

Summary: Josuke and Okuyasu invite Tomoko over for dinner to tell her about them. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Developing Relationship, Coming Out, Good Parent Higashikata Tomoko, Josuke is truly just an anxious bean, And Okuyasu needs to be nicer to himself, TAGS FROM THIS POINT ON CONTAIN SPOILERS, First Kiss, The tanuki will return as he is Okuyasu’s son now

Just Like a Movie (Rating: T)

Summary: For the first time since they’ve started dating, Josuke and Okuyasu go out with Yukako and Koichi to the Obon festival in S-City. It’s a double date, but Yukako and Koichi don’t know. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-CanonDeveloping Relationship, But also, Established Relationship, Adult Yamagashi Yukako/Hirose Koichi, Fluff, First Dates, Kinda, Also I’m not sure how to/if I need to tag this but just in case:, I’m not sure how to explain it but I don’t want to catch anyone by surprise, Mention of Non-con kissing, It’s not super serious but it could also boarder on a mention of Sexual Assault, Everyone loved a good festival episode, Return of the tanuki…, The boys are nervous about being gay™ in public, also Koichi is a clueless little dummy and I love him

You can find individual posts for each of these fics on my blog in my fic tag

@josuyasuweek-2024 you can ignore this if you want but i am sad my brain did not allow me to truly participate I know i didn't write these for the week but i still wanted to share if that's okay ;-;

#i'm also a relatively small blog and my work doesn't get much engagement so i figured it couldn't hurt to put it out there~#i still keep writing anyways even if only a few people are reading lol #Josuaysu #Josuke Higashikata #Okuyasu Nijimura #Jojo Part 4 #jjba Part 4 #Diamond is Unbreakable #josuke x okuyasu #Sophia Writes #now for my tags lol #Part 4 #Josuke #Okuyasu #Fic

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