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sunhowler-art · 4 months

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was inspired by this post to design some hlvrai warrior cats!! i'm honestly shocked it took me 2 years to make a warriors au for it, i love making warriors aus...

some basic info below the cut!

sooo my general idea (it's pretty hazy right now. forgive me) for this au is that songfoot (benrey), nectarbrook (darnold), goldenberry (tommy), galeheart (coomer), scorchtail (bubby), and snakestar (gman) are all from the same clan... i'm between plain ol' thunderclan or a custom clan called mesaclan. i'm probably gonna go with thunderclan because i don't wanna bother with making other clans and lore and stuff LOL. there's some kind of threat outside of the clans that's affecting the environment a la the beavers in arc 4. it's something that starclan definitely caused, whether deliberately or accidentally, i dunno. main point is that snakestar sends songfoot, nectarbrook, goldenberry, galeheart, and scorchtail off on a journey to track down the problem and take care of it. while they're gone, the external threat kills snakestar and he spends all his time being a textbook unhelpful and cryptic starclan cat who just kind of makes things worse. as per a snakestar prophecy, the gang picks up gordon along the way, a kittypet whose owners abandoned her and she's been mostly unsuccessfully fending for herself since. oh and frostpaw (forzen) is part of bloodclan. bloodclan tries and fails to kill the gang, despite frostpaw's best efforts (he kidnapped goldenberry's bird friend, sunny).

some lil character facts and such:

gordon is an ex kittypet. she had a very very cozy and spoiled life up until her twolegs got evicted or something and tossed her out onto the streets. she wasn't out there long before the clan cats found her, and thank god for that, because she sucks at being a survivalist. she is fairly smart though, bringing a fresh perspective and problem solving skills to the group. she is consistently freaked the fuck out by clan cat culture, and the clan cats have fun gaslighting her about it. the only cat who doesn't play along with that is goldenberry, mostly because he doesn't really think its that funny. gordon picks up survival skills from the clan cats fairly quickly, but they still call her soft all the time. classic clan cat anti-kittypet prejudice.

songfoot is the warrior code's biggest fan. not because he really fully believes in its utility, mostly because he loves bossing people around. you can find him stalking around thunderclan camp looking out for anyone doing minor infractions. god forbid you take too much fresh kill from the pile, you'll never hear the end of it. he can't really do much about it though, because snakestar finds him vaguely offputting. his signature stare doesn't help much. his fellow warriors generally like him despite all his strange quirks. songfoot has some kind of starclan-given power a la The Three... my thought is that his vocalizations have supernatural mind-altering properties. it's kinda like sweet voice, but a hiss can make others mad, a purr can make others calm, a screech can stun them, etc. without fail. he's vaguely aware of this power, and he doesn't really use it for things starclan would like him to. he kinda does his own thing.

he's a fairly competent hunter and fighter, but he's generally physically non-confrontational. during battle, he prefers to slink along in the shadows and wait to strike.

during the journey, he loves following gordon along. initially it's because of his deeply embedded distrust of kittypets, but he realizes pretty quickly that he's interested in her in a different sense, one that really frustrates and confuses him... a warrior shouldn't wanna be mates with a kittypet. that's so beyond wrong. he's gotta do everything he can to annoy gordon into leaving the group so he doesn't have to confront his feelings about her (one of these tactics involves him insisting on calling her "gordie," saying it sounds much more suitable for a kittypet). unfortunately for the both of them, that doesn't work. what's worse-- his powers don't seem to work on her for whatever reason. they continue to butt heads for far too long before either of them opens up about how they actually feel. (it takes gordon far longer to admit to herself that she's feeling that way than it does for songfoot, but eventually it clicks for her.)

("song" comes from sweet voice, and "foot" comes from... y'know. but i imagine the in-universe explanation is that he spends a lot of time padding around and watching people. the name from the post that inspired this one-- sweetsong-- is perfect but i didn't wanna copy it. i really like the name songfoot though, i think it's really cute.)

nectarbrook is thunderclan's beloved medicine cat. sweet and silly, she has an affinity for collecting and mixing herbs to create new tinctures. they don't always work exactly how she wants them to, but they never have strictly negative effects, so... not too bad! she spends most of her time on the journey trying and failing to be a mediator, and cowering in fear while everyone else does the scary (and often stupid) work. she's got an intelligence to rival gordon's, and she's one of the only cats gordon fully gets along with.

("nectar" is about the closest warrior cats prefix to "soda," and "brook" just kinda sounds nice as a suffix to nectar. it's another liquid-related word too.)

frostpaw is a bloodclan apprentice. he's well beyond apprentice age, but he's pretty incompetent at warrior duties and such, so it's taking him a while. he just wants to graduate.

i imagine he used to be a cushy kittypet with dreams of being one of those cool cat gang members he sees outside every now and again. he's way in over his head.

("frost" comes from forzen. obviously. i initially envisioned him as a warrior named frostjaw. i don't know why i chose that suffix other than it sounding nice. but then i remembered the "i just wanna graduate" thing, and thought it would be funny to make him an apprentice.)

goldenberry is a highly skilled warrior and one of snakestar's kits. he has a very unassuming demeanor, often appearing clumsy or head-in-the-clouds, but he's one of thunderclan's most precise and deadly fighters. his long windclan-like limbs allow for quick movement. like his father, he strikes like a snake. despite his prowess, he doesn't like fighting at all, and he would much rather hang around camp with his friend songfoot and take care of menial tasks like an apprentice or test out new herb tinctures for nectarbrook. he's very helpful and kind, if not a bit blunt. before snakestar died, he had goldenberry in mind as the next deputy as soon as galeheart finally kicked the bucket. he only didn't make him the deputy in the first place because he was an apprentice at the time.

("golden" comes from tommy's signature yellow, as well as his father's perception of him as highly important. "berry" comes from his general sillyness and his affinity for nectarbrook's various little treats.)

galeheart is a gregarious senior warrior and thunderclan's beloved deputy. despite his small stature, he's incredibly strong and overzealous. he loves his clan to death and he loves fighting even more, often dragging everyone into unnecessary squabbles just for the thrill of it. his loud, booming voice commands everyone's attention. he's quite old and really should be in the elders' den at this point, but his love for the warrior life keeps him going despite it all, and he's still in great shape. snakestar isn't quite so satisfied with galeheart's behavior, but there's not much he can do about that, given everyone else loves galeheart to bits. snakestar partially send him on that journey in hopes he would die already, but he has an unwavering spirit and he can and will outlive snakestar.

galeheart and gordon get along for the most part, but gordon is a little scared of him.

("gale" comes from coomer's general energy. he is a strong gust of wind to me. it also brings to mind the color white, which... is what galeheart is! "heart" also comes from his Vibes, mostly his fighting spirit.)

scorchtail is yet another old coot who should be getting ticks picked off of him by apprentices, but his stubbornness keeps him in his warrior position. he's not even particularly good at being a warrior-- he's cowardly and his battle strategy can best be described as the real life version of button-mashing. still, he's far too prideful to retire to the elders' den. he tends to follow galeheart around, since they grew up together and share similar positions in the clan. he's very antagonistic towards gordon, even moreso than songfoot. he has a special hatred of kittypets, seeing their lifestyle as an embarrassment.

("scorch" comes from bubby's association with fire as well as his sassy disposition, and "tail" comes from the tip of his tail looking burnt.)

snakestar is a starclan cat who was previously thunderclan's leader. he's generally cold and and analytical, and not much of a fighter, preferring to make others do his bidding. this behavior carried over very well to starclan, where he spends all his time being appropriately cryptic and unhelpful. he holds a lot of love for his one son, goldenberry, who he's always watching over. he doesn't care much for his other previous clanmates. he visits gordon in her dreams often to tell her vague things about her "part to play" and how important she is and all that. he arbitrarily decided that she was the subject of a prophecy, for the most part. i like to think starclan just makes shit up for fun. i think maybe one of his ancestors visited gordon when she was a kitten and made some kind of deal with her. i dunno. i'm in the very early stages of this au.

("snake" comes from gman's general vibes, but it's also an allusion to snakes in mythology [particularly abrahamic myth] being sleazy dealmakers with ill intent. before he was a leader, his suffix was "sight," alluding to his tendency to sit back and watch rather than run into battle.)

thanks for reading my long-ass ramblings, if you did! :-P idk if i'll actually do anything with any of this, but it's fun to think about...

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rwrbficrecs · 8 months

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September Faves

Enjoy these September recs from the team 🥰

Best Bar in The World by @pridepages (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: Well, I can now confirm that I'm 100% cerified a pridepages fan. The way she picks the themes of the original source and uses them in a different setting is just absolutely flawless, the same happens in Little Pages. It's gives you the same feelings of reading rwrb but also reading something new and different all at the same time.

My Brother’s Keeper by @indomitable-love (book-verse)

@janetical: Written in Philip’s POV, it tackles all the canon events in a frustrating yet heart-wrenching way. I knew what I was getting myself into when I noticed the POV, but I really did hate Philip less at the end of this fic. Everything is entailed in this little story: unresolved daddy issues and grief, internalized homophobia and Philip acknowledging Henry’s first time. It will make you cry, and it will end on a somewhat happy note.

For all the world to see by @everwitch-magiks (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This is a fic I couldn't put down! I'm always a fan of Henry being a writer in fics (so the description alone caught my eye), and the mix of cute moments with firstprince (and David) and plot twists had me hooked! It's also such an interesting look at the life of a writer and how difficult it is for them to have anonymity, which was especially interesting to me because of the writers strike in Hollywood.

he looks up grinning like the devil by @coffeecatsme (book-verse)

@read-and-write-: Also known as the frat boy AU, if you want some hurt/comfort that really does what it says on the tin. Don't be afraid because it is completely worth it!

written in the stars by @indomitable-love (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: This is just so beautiful. It's basically about Henry mostly. I didn't expect the "past" part would hit so hard but it did. I had to put it down a few times because it was truly heartbreaking but it has a happy ending. Don't be fooled like I was about it being all fluff. It's not, it's very nostalgic and they are apart for a long time but I still recommend it because, like I said, it's really beautiful.

Deep Blue by @myheartalivewrites (book-verse)

@thesleepyskipper: This was just a stunning piece of writing that does such a wonderful job of evoking images of the seaside cliffs, swimming in the cove and spending lazy days in the cottage above. At the same time, we get all that delicious pining and FWB to lovers fun within that beautiful setting. The spicy bits are beautifully done too! Highly recommend!

Rae of Sunshine! (series) by @three-drink-amy @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @the-amber-fox @villiageidiot @athousandrooms @welcometololaland @dustratcentral

@rmd-writes: I couldn't choose just one fic from this series gifted to me so I'm recommending them all, but every fic very much deserves the recommendation! Nine food-themed fics featuring everything from an exploration of Henry's life through food to chef!Henry to craft services trailer!Alex to matchmaker!Pez to the world's most cursed coffee habits from some of my favourite authors (and people)

What Do I Know? by @three-drink-amy (book-verse)

@babiemonk: The angst is so good I cried

Screw Your Courage to the Sticking Place (and forget macbeth is a fucking tragedy) by @celaestis1 (book-verse)

@babiemonk: So amazing, I didn’t want it to ever end. The angst was so good. The kidfic element was perfect. Possibly the perfect fic.

@dot524: I absolutely loved this one. Such a ride and I enjoyed every bit of it. I also really enjoyed the character of Alex’s daughter. Lots of complexity, great story arc.

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by @zipadeea (book-verse)

@babiemonk: This fucking broke me I cried for at least an entire day

@suseagull04: This is such an introspective look at Alex and Ellen's relationship (and Ellen as a character in general) and it's so good!

like father by rizcriz (movie-verse)

@indomitable-love: A really lovely and sensitively told conversation between Oscar & Henry, where Oscar catches Henry sneaking out of the lake house. This one got me right in my emotions. Very healing.

Bite Your Tongue On Purpose by Woodsarelovely (book-verse)

@darwinsfinchesx: Coffee Shop AU with a twist. This fic has some of the best dialogue I’ve ever read. It’s delightful, funny, and the characterization is on point. It leaves a big smile on my face every time I re-read it.

seldom what they seem by @jumpinginmuddypuddles (book-verse)

@gwiazdziarka: Sleeping beauty AU, where they don't need to fight with witches or dragons but there are... other problems. I love modern-day solutions to fairy-tale problems and here it actually just makes everything more complicated.

Mr. Bodypillow by @inexplicablymine (book-verse)

@gwiazdziarka: Yes, I recently recommended this one as wip, but now it's complete and I just need to bring it up again, because it deserves all the attention. Alex and Henry have the most amazing relationship here that goes outside of usual norms. It's also the warmest and the sweetest thing that I've read in a while. And it has great ace representation.

@read-and-write-: Is Ace!Alex very special to you? Do you want to feel like someone is wrapping you in a soft blanket? Then Mr. BodyPillow is for you! It's beautiful and will leave you feeling all warm and fuzzy inside

come pick me up by @smc-27 (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This fic will both make you laugh and give you all the feels. An awkward first interaction when Henry requests an Uber ride leads to an instant connection and sizzling chemistry, all leading to a conclusion that, although satisfying, will leave you wanting more of this verse!

the winner takes it all by @dumbpeachjuice (book-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: A Tour de France, rivals cyclists AU! Keeping a lot of the book dynamics, Alex and Henry find themselves competing against each other on the Tour — and then falling into bed. This has everything: thrilling sports passages (even though I haven’t ever watched the Tour in my life!), romantic tension, a great read.

Love-Love by @smc-27 (book-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: a tennis AU set at Wimbledon, which obviously holds a special place in RWRB hearts. Alex and Henry as rival tennis players who’ve hooked up once, and then end up as doubles partners. A quick read that left me all warmed up from the inside.

a flicker, a spark by acastle (book/movie-verse)

@daisymae-12: Wow I don’t have the words to truly convey how much I loved this fic. It diverges from canon at Kensington and the events that follow are so beautifully written. This fic made me cry over an OC, made me feel seen when I recognized parts of my own cultural background woven into a story, made my heart ache for everything Alex and Henry have been through and made me tear up some more. This is one of the most heart-wrenching canon-divergence fics I’ve ever read and I know I’m going to be thinking about it for a long time.

Baby, All At Once (This Is Enough) by @iboatedhere (book-verse)

@daisymae-12: This fic is such a lovely look into Alex & Henry’s life post-canon and had me absolutely melting from the softness of it all.

Will You Brie Mine? by @cha-melodius (book-verse)

@daisymae-12: A fic featuring cheese and Henry being the one to sell it, what’s not to love? This was such a sweet fic and I loved the interactions between them! @cha-melodius always writes such amazing fics, and this was no exception.

#monthly faves #rwrb fic recs #firstprince #firstprince fic recs

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yuesya · 4 months

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Now that I thought about it, I wonder how Sara Kujou is doing in the Genshin AU? I don't think she would be too keen in serving the one who "overthrew" the Archon she was loyal to. Unless Ayase or Yae explained the situation to her?

"Halt! I shall not allow any rebels to trespass upon-"

Those are all the words that Kujou Sara manages to speak before a blade descends upon her.

So be it, then. She raises her naginata to defend, preparing herself to strike out with a sweeping arc after parrying the blow-

The sword cleaves through the metal pole of her weapon like it's paper. Sara's eyes widen, and it's only the raw intuition honed through long years as a general on the battlefield that allows her to dodge, saving her life. But she does not manage to escape unscathed. The enemy's blade does not hesitate, scoring a deep gash down Sara's front.

An involuntary gasp escapes her throat, and Sara stumbles -but she does not allow herself to fall. She cannot falter, not now. Not when she stands as the last line of defense between the Shogun and the rebels who dare to turn their blades upon their god.

Sara's hands tighten on the broken halves of her weapon. Slices, as best as she can, but-

But the wicked blade of her enemy cuts through metal without pause, and Sara is forced to abandon her grip on her weapon, lest she lose her entire hand.

It's her loss. Sara's strength is not enough to trump this dire situation.

Blue eyes look upon her, apathetic and without feeling, and there's nothing that Sara can do when that blade comes for her neck-

"Wait, don't kill her! Kujou Sara is important, we'll need her in the future!"

-the blade stops. Blood trickles down from the fine line opened on Sara's neck, but her enemy doesn't cut.

And inexplicably, something inside Sara's chest burns in rage. "Do it, traitor. I won't betray the Shogun. Never."

Kamisato Ayase's expression does not change as she lifts her blade from Sara's neck.

"She's yours, Sangonomiya," is all the traitorous woman says, proceeding to abandon Sara in a pool of her own blood on the cold stone ground as she steps over her and makes her way towards the Shogun's chambers.

... No. No!

Sara attempts to struggle to her feet-

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the calm voice of the rebel army's general sounds next to her ear. "Please hold still for a moment. Right now we need to-"

"Leave me," Sara hisses. "The Shogun, I must-"

"You can't do anything for the Raiden Shogun in your current state," Sangonomiya Kokomi points out reasonably. "This encounter... it's not something that the likes of you or I can interfere with. What happens next is all up to Ayase and the Shogun now."

"The Shogun will execute her."

"Well, I wouldn't be so certain," the other woman responds breezily. "Shall we make a bet? Let's see... if Ayase succeeds, then you-"

Sara cuts her off immediately, "I do not make bets with generals of rebel forces."

"What a pity," Sangonomiya remarks, not sounding particularly upset at all. "I know that you see us as enemies, but... we're not so different, really. In the end, we all want what's best for Inazuma's future."

Sara gives the priestess an incredulous look, "Raising a rebel army and opposing your Archon is your idea of what's best for Inazuma's future?"

"In this case? Yes."

Above them, the sky suddenly darkens. Thunder rumbles like a set of war drums, followed by long forks of crackling lightning. There's an invisible tremor that ripples through the air, one that inexplicably raises goosebumps on Sara's skin.

"So it's started," Sangonomiya murmurs quietly, gazing in the direction of the Shogun's chambers. Where Kamisato is no doubt confronting their Archon in this very moment.

...

The sounds of combat are fierce. Metal against metal, thunderclap against thunderclap. The lightning's glow illuminates the heavens.

In the end, Sara watches helplessly as her god falls, and a new god rises to take her place.

#QA #zenith of stars au #genshin impact au #got a little carried away here whoops #in regards to the ask though #sara is probably read in on the situation eventually #Writing

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sapphicseasapphire · 4 months

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i'm endlessly curious-- if it isn't a spoiler, how would time's and sky's relationship develop? i feel like there's a lot of potential from their starting place, and anything could happen, whether that be them becoming friends, near-enemies, or barely more than acquaintances by the end

Ohoho this is definitely spoilers. Or. It has potential to be spoilers. I will answer this question as vaguely as possible. (Under the cut because long)

Out of all of the Cryptids in my au, I have the best understanding of Sky (he’s my little guy). When building out the relationships between characters, it’s easiest for me to start with “what’s their dynamic with Sky?” and then work from there. Time and Sky’s relationship was one of the first things I came up with and really what made me actually want to tell stories with this au rather than just draw silly little pictures.

Time and Sky’s relationship changes over the course of two major story arcs, one which I call “Grounded” and the other I call “Sky’s Awakening.” When they first meet, they’re scared of each other. Like. They’re both convinced that the other is going to kill them. They never talk, they avoid each other. Whenever Time’s around, Sky draws his wings in close to his back and doesn’t blink, muscles tense like he’s ready for a fight. Time never looks away from Sky, worried that the Godkiller will strike him if he lets his guard down.

…. It’s…. Very tense. For a very long time. And the others notice! Someone as open and kind as Sky acting so coldly around Time?? Red flag. Someone as strong and untouchable as Time acting so hesitant around Sky?? Red flag.

But over the course of their time together, certain things happen that force them to grow closer. To the others, it’s night and day. Suddenly, they realize they have more in common than they thought. Suddenly, they realize that they can lean on each other, that the other means them no harm. It’s a slow development at first, but quickly speeds up. Their trust in each other grows exponentially every day (after Grounded), until the end of Sky’s Awakening.

They depend on each other. The God and the Godkiller.

(And then I ruin it all because I’ve decided to extend the story past the end of their adventure together. And epilogue of sorts. But not necessarily a happy one. But they’ll be fine. Probably).

I do have some not so great old comics that I posted so long ago that kind of take place at the turning point for them. This was before I had their designs figured out (I say as if I’m not constantly changing them) so please excuse the inconsistencies.

#TIME AND SKY MY BELOVED #the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #I answered question #I’m trying to hard to contain myself from spoiling the whole plot #but you have to believe me when I say that I have so many ideas for these two #watch me never write them-#cryptid lore #cryptid sky #cryptid time #links meet au

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levmada · 1 year

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summary: You have an interesting gift in mind for Levi’s birthday—a game of sorts.

And that gift? You.

wc: 6.3k

content/warnings: switch(but mostly sub)!Levi, copious mommy kink, impact play (f!receiving), edging, toys (cock cage; cock ring; vibrator), begging, degradation+praise, modern!au, LEVI BIRTHDAY FIC, face-fucking, multiple orgasms, humping, rough sex, one use of ‘babyboy’, dry orgasm, brief subspace (m!receiving), panties as a gag, lingerie, dirty talk

a/n: this is one of the hottest fics i’ve written i think :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYBOY LOML LIGHT OF MY DAYS.

Levi straddles your hips. With a whispered flutter, his meticulously pressed work shirt drops on the bed behind him.

As he eagerly crawls on top of you, you fold your hands behind your head, smiling girlishly. There's nothing special about Levi getting home from work today, except that his birthday is a week from now.

But that's exactly what's special about it.

"What're you smiling about?" he remarks.

You just keep smiling. Further, his brow puckers as you make no move to touch him—not even to lean up. When he goes down to kiss you, you return it only chastely.

Eyeing you, he kisses again and again, but you refuse to let him deepen it. That's not like you. He leans back, and palms through your panties. You're wet, but all he gets is you nibbling your lip.

He deadpans. "What do you think you're doing?"

That's the question you were waiting for—have been waiting for since this morning when you came up with this.

You lean up, and reverently kiss his forehead, then his lips. You can barely contain your excitement. "I have an idea for a birthday gift. One you'll like," you whisper.

A stranger on the street would care more about his birthday than Levi himself, and that's how you hooked him in. A mistake. He was a fool, in earnest, to agreeing to the game you made up. Between now and his birthday, you'd tease and edge him so that when the day came, he'd receive an incredible gift: you.

The condition? Obviously he was to be deprived of you. He'd soon realize he couldn't just not handle that, but after he agreed, you took out the cage. Flawless stainless steel traps his cock. It squeezes the bottom of his balls, so there's not a chance in hell he can get some relief at any time, let alone come. It's deceptively ornate, square cells just enough to let him receive the bare minimum of stimulation. A long silver line arcs down from his balls, and ends at an especially mocking opening at the tip.

He hates this fucking thing.

As soon as you looked up from between his legs, smiling in that devious way that never fails to strike the fear of god in him—frustration was already alive and rising in him. What he thought at first to be an interesting game that would make him appreciate his birthday more would be much more challenging than he thought.

No attention below the belt for the next week. No squeezes or stroking. You might as well be teenage lovebirds taking it steady.

Another reason he agreed was that he had confidence in his own self-discipline. He prided himself on it. A week without sex was going to be no big challenge—not even that painful.

The first night wasn't so bad. The next morning (six damn days to go), he found himself squirming and huffing from the innocent pressure of your backside pressed back against his pelvis. You were still asleep for fucks sakes.

His lips would gravitate towards your neck, his hands to your waist, or your soft tits that threatened to spill over your bra as you dressed for errands in the afternoon.

Little by little, he finds his self-control wilting.

So as it turns out, the man with the endless patience doesn't last three days before there's an incident. At every turn, you gently and coyly wiggled away from his advances with an encouraging reminder that he "only" had five more days to go.

That evening, Levi had been oddly avoidant after he got home from work—silent treatment and all. All you heard was a thanks for dinner before he padded upstairs, seemingly intent on making you cave.

But you watched him go with a placid smile, because he was the one getting edged, not you. Even though it wasn't nearly the same... you've kept yourself satisfied enough with a vibrator so far.

But you didn't like his attitude.

Not that you planned to be cruel. This was a gift after all—or it culminated in one. If he was so grouchy already... you ought to take pity on him.

In the depths of your bedroom, you took an extra minute in the bathroom to retrieve what you needed.

The flick of the lightswitch turning off, the whine of the bathroom door opening. You let it idle, and then crawled into bed, faced with Levi's back. He was practically hanging off the opposite side for maximum attitude.

"You're that mad at me?" you ask, faking offense. "No cuddles?"

As you thought, he's awake. His voice rings out solid and clear. "Too horny to let you have your way with me."

You gape at the phrasing, laughing soundlessly, and begin to squirm over. Your right hand is occupied, making it difficult. "Don't be like that. Say the word, and I'll free you... Tell me your gift isn't fun."

He peers at you over his shoulder with a petulant expression. He's pouting. "It's torture."

"For nooww..."

He turns back with a huff.

"I mean it. Maybe I've left you too high and dry," you acquiesce with a voice of silk, and drape yourself up against his back, like two spoons in a drawer. "You need a little attention, huh?"

Levi slowly relaxes in your arms as you speak. He feels himself caving in without hesitation. The idea of a touch to melt off some of the ache raging below. His dick has been interested since you creeped up behind him.

"You're still not allowed to come."

His stomach sinks, but the feeling the rubber head of something—the good vibrator—pressed against the front of his fluffy flannel pants makes that dread evaporate. You have him tensing all over again, mashing his cheek in the pillow, already horny. Horny enough to hump this thing whether you turn it on or not.

You stroke the length of his crotch with the dull head, but it isn't on. "Would this help?"

He pins his lip between his teeth and sinks back into your arms. He feels feverish all over. Will this get him anywhere? No. Would it help? "Yes," he whispers hotly. "Do it."

To his utter surprise, you cycle up to the higher vibrations right away. Gasping, he clings onto the pillow, tugging it to his face for some damn thing to hold onto while the thick vibrations coat his cock. It strains in the cramped cage, pulling a whine out of him. He grinds into it fitfully as you murmur and coo in his ear.

"Mm." His hips kick into the vibrations without his consent, making him swell more, making the ache seethe.

It's fucking evil.

You stroke the toy up and down his shaft under thick layers of fabric, probing his swollen, full balls, even. Little teasing jolts shoot up his cock.

"Is that better, baby?"

His eyes squeeze shut. He's willing to do or say anything to make you break after the silent treatment got him this far. A weak moan is punched from him as he says, "More, c'mon, just a little... lemme come, mommy... Fucking one time."

That name. That will work on you. It always works on you.

"That's cheating, sweetie."

That's not even an answer. Because he already knows what it's going to be.

Fuming, he whines miserably and pushes back into your arms as the vibrations swallow up his tip and circle rapidly—again, cut off through the fabric. Doesn't help that it was already wet, so now there's a bigger mess. Dammit, he'll need a shower.

"Fuck you."

"You know who whines and complains when they don't get their gifts before Christmas?" you ask lightly. "Dirty brats."

Fuck it. When his hand shoots down and tries to bury the head of the toy deeper between his thighs, you promptly wrench it away from his grasp and switch it off.

"Fucking. Dammit," he grunts. He squirms in vain, squeezing his thighs together has his heartbeat pounds in his fucking dick. That does nothing of course. The ache is fucking unbearable, but nothing's going to make it better until he gets this thing off, which is still days away.

He's weak. He swears. He has never once in his life looked forward to his birthday... until now.

You whisper sweet nothings as you peck his jaw and the shell of his ear until he gathers his breaths, and once again relaxes in your arms. This time in defeat.

He's not actually resenting you, he doesn't doubt that this will be a great gift or whatever mushy terms you put it in—and in fact, it is making him look forward to his birthday—but his cock doesn't care. He needs you now.

The hours creep into sunsets creep into one day, then two, closer to Christmas and his birthday. He abides by your shared routine as normal as normally as he possibly can when, majority of the time, he's burning and delirious. He needs to come whenever you so much as hug him when he gets home from work. He needs to come when you embrace him from behind. When you shower, he pictures himself invading the bathroom and pushing you to your knees.

He never realized before, but they're too short, the goodbye and hello kisses in general. Kisses at this point are all he has.

The 24th arrives, somehow, and somehow you roped him into watching a Christmas movie together—something from your childhood you both end up watching every year—cuddled up close on the sofa. He can barely focus, but he can't say no to the attention, even the bare minimum. A movie distracts him a little from his dizzying desire.

But then, you decide to play with him. For the past week, you've danced around teasing him—swinging your hips when you so much as you cross the kitchen to grab something he needs, sleeping in those skimpy pajama shorts despite it being the middle of winter... but Christmas Eve is different.

Behind him, you've been stroking his chest for the past fifteen minutes, occasionally catching on his hardened nipples. He fucking loves your hand. And your lips, pressing to his neck in random places when he doesn't know it's coming. He's as hard as a rock.

You do it again, and flick his nipple at the same time. He moans under his breath, craning his neck to give you a little more space, begging wordlessly. The thick outline made stiffer by the wretched cage is pitiful to the point of shame.

You peer over his shoulder.

"You're so hard..."

"Please..." he whispers, stretching the word out as you stroke the soft slopes of his chest. His cheeks feel hot. He rocks his hips rock fitfully, up into nothing. "Fucking loosen it or something."

You cradle his hot cheek lovingly, a touch he easily leans into, pinning your palm to the sofa underneath so you can't go away. "Don't want me to touch?"

"No! It's gonna be fuckin' worse, 'cause you're not gonna let me."

He presses his thighs together without thinking. He feels lost in you, an endless burning pool. Relief is nowhere to be found. If you don't touch him, though, he's pretty sure his dick will fall off.

You play with the idea of giving in now. There are about a dozen other things planned for his birthday—with and without friends—but you know now what's going to take priority. There's not a chance he's going to demand his gift any later than the moment he wakes up.

Hm.

"Stay here, m'kay?"

He's cautiously skeptical. "For what?"

"It's your birthday-eve, right?" You kiss him. "How about an early gift?"

Levi has a feeling this "gift" will be more for you than him. You're fucking with him. This is a joke.

He nods.

You wiggle out from behind him, and stand. Levi shamelessly stares at your ass as your form retreats.

Then you call over your shoulder, "Pants off, by the way."

He gets chills down his spine, squeezing his eyes shut against the heat that's replaced the blood in his veins. Hell. If you promised to let him come under the condition to lick your shoe and hump on it, he would. He would.

He shoves, then kicks down both his stretchy bottoms and briefs at the same time, causing him to sigh in both relief and frustration.

He can't help but glance at the debauched state he's in. It looks like the cage is barely containing his swollen cock, bulging against the steel, colored like an over-ripe strawberry. A pathetic amount of cum has welled up in the iron at the tip. He lifts his hips, and moans weakly.

He tilts his head back. Just staring kills him. He's so fucking trapped, he needs it, but at the same time, the knowledge that he's playing an active part in his gift—besides the fact that this gift will end in him finally coming his brains out—burns desire and satisfaction into him like a brand. You're his gift.

Ages later. He can't quit from nibbling on his lip with the return of the whispered sound of your socks against hardwood. A tiny thrill shoots through his stomach, which grows into a bird's feather brushing his insides as he spots the opaque ring fit for his cock. In stainless steel (just like the cage), it's intimidating. He inches his legs wider.

You smile knowingly, sweetly, even, and crawl on top of him, evenly straddling his wide thighs. your eyes rake the sight of his cock trapped in the tight steel.

You're staring. Involuntarily, he drapes his arm over his face, and waits.

"I'll take this off..." you trace one of the silver cells. "...And replace it with the ring instead. You've really turned into a little slut this week. You've been so pitiful, so miserable, huh."

"…Uh-huh."

"Are you a slut, Levi?"

He sinks his teeth into his arm. "Mhm. Your. Slut," he whispers.

"That's right."

He moans as your thumb flirts with the locking mechanism, and curls his toes. Tears involuntarily rise and sting his closed eyes.

"But you're more than that—you're the birthday boy. You're lucky I love you so much, hm?"

As the pressure starts to relent, and give little by little, he finds himself nodding like a bobblehead, breaths rushing in and out. "Uh-huh. I am I am..."

"Look at me, babyboy."

When you use that name, he has to. He pries his eyes open and peers up through his heavy lashes. At least you don't look totally ambivalent—your eyes are like pools of lust.

"You've been a good boy. Wanna fuck my thighs? For a little while?"

You ask like there's a chance he'll say no. His eyes widen comically. The way his cock chooses that moment to throb is disarming, fucking humiliating, but he doesn't wait to feel the shame.

Yes. Yes. Your warm, cushy thighs, hugging and rubbing on his dick. It's not your mouth and far from the squeeze of your pussy, but he'll take anything. Anything.

"Then don't move." Your hands float over to his raised hips. "Not the slightest twitch. If I hear a single sound, then you don't get anything."

He grinds his teeth into dust. With some effort, he forces his hips to lower and nods, nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths and readies himself. Not a twitch, not a sound.

The metal dully clinks as you release him, and his slit oozes cum. He's freed.

A whine instantly builds in his chest, but he locks his throat and reels from the blunted surge of relief. He keeps his eyes shut. If he watches your hands flit around so close to his needy cock, a sound will escape for sure.

That almost happens anyway when your fingers brush his shaft. Then a new, chilling metal is worked down his cock. It tightens severely, squeezing his base and choking his heavy balls. As his toes curl, he bites his fist. The harsh wrinkle between his brows deepens.

"Not too tight?"

In two measured movements, he shakes his head.

No. But. He wants to break out of this position—shoot up and pin you down with your feet behind your head, tear off your panties and shove right in. He bets you're wet. He can already taste it. Soft silky pussy on him. All that fucking heat massaging, cradling, sucking in his fat, needy cock. That sounds like the birthday gift of a lifetime and what he needs right. Fucking—

Your hand comes down hard from the side, slapping his tip. A cry leaps up in his throat. He kills it at the last second, but to do it he has to throw his head back. It hurt so fucking good.

"That's no, mommy."

He shudders, sobbing dryly. "No, mommy."

"That's better." You soothe the tremors in his thighs with your hands. "But you still moved."

His stomach plummets into the abyss. He rips his elbow off his face and gawks at you. "What? That's not fucking fair."

"You needed to be disciplined. You moved. Your fault." You raise a brow. "A gift isn't good if it's badly wrapped, right? If I just let you get away with whatever you want, then..."

"I get it," he groans, and starts to squirm. "Off. You're evil."

You pin your lips between your teeth to stave off a smirk. "Evil enough not to watch the rest of the movie with me?"

Levi is nowhere near calm enough to be able to fall asleep and make tomorrow come faster. He grunts, sits up, and snatches his clothes off the floor.

He grumbles, "Cuddle. Now."

After the night before, it happens just as you predicted. You're not surprised at all that you wake up early to grey light penetrating the bedroom, and heavy breathing in your ear. He clings to your back, so you get every heavy inch pushed up against your backside.

"You already want your present?" you croon sleepily. He's humping feverishly and holding on tight, as if he's been at this for several minutes.

"Didn't sleep," he whispers, practically pinning you to his chest now that you're awake. His lips bury in your neck. "Every time I did, I just dreamed about fucking you."

Oh. You shudder against him, and curve your back so he has more to rub up against. "You dreamed about your birthday present."

His teeth sink in, nipping and kissing. "Ngh, mm-hm. I need you. S'that what you wanna hear? I even... made the gift better."

"Oh?" You're fully awake. "You didn't have to do that."

You reach behind and sink your fingers in his hair. To encourage him even more, slowly, you grind your ass back on his crotch, and feel your lower half throb as his breaths immediately starts to tremble.

He's close again... but he won't admit it. Really, he's been close for days.

"Mm. If you wanna see, then gimme my fucking gift."

He didn't even need to say it once.

You shuffle around in his arms, pressing him back, and Levi goes like putty in your hands. He spreads his legs wide, leaning up into your palm as it spreads over his chest, adorned in a wool sweater. You play with his nipples, and feel the hints of a coarse texture underneath, but it has to be sheer for his nipples to still poke through like this.

He begs you with his hazy eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm giving it to you." Placing a hand on his fiery cheek, a doting expression on your face, has him leaning into it. You'll miss that. Between his legs, next to nothing is left up to the imagination despite the plush pajama bottoms.

You lick your lips. "Is it your gift from last year?"

"Find out," he rasps, leaning his hips up.

Your chest lifts. You push down on the swollen bulge between his legs, feeling for the firmer outline of the ring. If it weren't for that he would've come just humping you in his sleep. Once or more. You hum.

But you don't idle, you skip the foreplay. It's finally his birthday, and Levi deserves his gift.

You shove his sweater up and over his toned abdomen. Nothing here besides the gorgeous view you know already. "Arms up."

He yanks it over his head just as fast, revealing skimpy, lacy, snow-white. A brazier hugs his big chest tight and shows shameless cleavage at the same time. His blushing nipples are just visible to your hungry eyes.

His arms lay above his head to give you the best view from where you're sitting, awaiting your reaction.

"Oh," leaves you in a big breath. "Oh, you're so beautiful." Your fingertips dance along the frills flared out at the shoulders. "You're gorgeous."

He turns flustered, flinches almost. His cheeks darken into the color of cherries. "There's more."

You shuffle down his body, and drop between his legs. Unlike all those other days, you don't bother hiding how wet you really are because of him, from the sight of him alone.

"Up."

He lifts his bottom up as his fists squeeze above his head. He could use his hands as freely as he wants, though—it must be ingrained in him now to submit to you. It's incredibly sweet.

As you peel off his sweatpants, hot ache rises in you.

Anticipation balloons in Levi's stomach.

The skirt—it's flawlessly stitched to look like a skirt—is really a frilly white thong to match the brazier. It only leave the tops of his thighs and hips to the imagination, and none of his cock. It looks ready to split the soft silk, added by the wet spot darkening the snowy white to a faint grey. He looks fucking delicious. Tiny bows even decorate the sides, beside his hips.

More syrupy warmth oozes into your panties. You're so captivated that down, even further, you miss the kneesocks at first. They're as thin and silky as his panties, and the same shade of snow. Ruffled frills and lace, stitched in shapes to look like flowers, decorate the tops of his knees. You trace the delicate design, and he inhales. As low as they ride, thick pale flesh still spills over the tops of them.

You fold his knees back to watch them wave in the air, the little pair of panties, his pretty cock and his shapely plump ass. You drink him all in, the full view of your precious husband already undone and whining shamelessly underneath for you to make him come.

To, "F-Fucking do something."

Oh, you're dying to, but you don't want to see him without that frilly little skirt. You tug down the waistband just enough to free his engorged cock, which slaps his navel with no preamble. A low moan of relief falls out of his open mouth.

He squirms. You feel a little pity for him. His hard-on looks painful by this point. Despite the ring, he's made a mess of himself so his cock seems to shine, and make him even more enticing. He's not just swollen, but his flushed cock and even redder tip is engorged above his fat balls. The black ring hugging the base looks extremely out of place.

Above, his brows are pinched, lips parted to show a tease of his pink tongue. "Mommy," he mumbles weakly.

You pin his hips with your knees—having long-since sensed his desperation—and scoop up his heavy balls in one hand. Pearls of cum have dribbled all the way down, leaving them easy to squeeze and massage.

"Fuck!" he gasps. His head tilts back as his hips immediately try to leap up, pinned in place by you. "Fuck fuck."

You snag the front of his panties and slowly tug back and forth, digging the fabric into his taint and asshole while working his balls.

"Can you handle it?"

"Gonna—!" Gasping, Levi blindly grabs for the pillow behind his head and makes useless attempts to close his bent legs and shy back from the overwhelming stimulation. "Agh, coming please please—"

His poor cock pulses before your eyes, but of course, he still can't get his release. Even by your expectations, he's so much more pent-up than you thought. Too much to give it all to him right away.

He can definitely come with the ring.

You take that route first so he isn't overwhelmed later. Either way, you plan to give him what he deserves.

"Shh..." you soothe, still rubbing using the crotch of his panties, and tugging on his balls. He continues to writhe. "I need to make you less sensitive first."

He groans. "Whose. Fucking. Fault is—"

"Look at me, birthday boy." You slide the panties down—or rather up—to his folded knees, until they dangle off his ankles. He looks like a slutty model fit for a Christmas porn magazine. You leave his rumpled panties alone, and rub his cock.

In the opposite way, he thrashes his head from side to side, whining eagerly. Is he even listening?

You pick up his chin. "Look at mommy."

A big gasp fills his chest as his hazy silver eyes, swimming in lust, focus on yours. Then fall into slits as you properly get your fist around him, and start off with steady, tight pumps.

"Agh need to—come..."

"Eyes stay on me. I wanna watch when I make you come. You wanna come for me, right? For mommy?"

A cry that hardly sounds like Levi bursts out of him. His jaw slackens, moaning what sounds like an affirmative as the slippery sounds get louder and more soaked.

His squirming starts to grow into thrashing. You pin him under more of your weight as toes in those kneesocks curl.

"You can do it with the ring—I know you can. Then you get my mouth on this pretty dick"—you push your thumb through his slit—"and then you can have my pussy."

"Fucking please! Ah. Ah..."

You push your thumb in his gaping mouth, not to pacify him, but to trap his tongue so nothing can be muffled, swallowed, or hidden in any way.

As if he's cognizant of his noises at all. Someone could hear him keening and crying from across the house right now. He humps and writhes in vain under your weight—at your mercy even now.

"Can'," he gasps, hindered by your thumb. "Off."

"No," you state firmly. "You're coming like this."

In the span of only a few minutes, his nonstop writhing stiffens. He cries out girlishly as a slew of dry waves surge through not just his cock and balls but his whole body—curled toes to his empty mind.

It's nothing and it kills him at the same time. His dry climax fuels the tight arch his back takes, then a thick gush of cum dribbling down his dick. More drool drivels down from either side of his open mouth, and drips down his chin.

You groan at the sight. "Good boy... I knew you could do it."

Levi moans heatedly. What are the words?—He just hears that honeyed praise in your voice.

The weight on his hips disappears, along with your thumb as you get into place between his legs. Your hand lands on that evil ring, causing his breath to tremble, then catch as your tongue darts out and licks his tip. "You can do anything you want with my mouth, remember?"

"Ah—uh-huh... P... Please..."

He seems in a whole other world, more than just dumb on the sex—but floating away. You don't want him to go into subspace when it's up to him to take what he wants. Adorable, but not your intentions.

"Stay with me, baby."

That's hard right now. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. His chin tilts back, revealing his bobbing adam's apple as you free his heavy cock. From that moment, he's inches from the edge again. If you just licked him again...

You kiss his lips, getting his hazy eyes to crack open. "This is your day—you can have any part of me you want, so you're in control now. Come back to me, baby."

Your voice, and your reassuring touches help ground him. Coming down from that floating place, he rasps, "Anything...?"

"Mm, I'm yours." You lean down, and kiss his silky lips. "I'm your gift."

A new sheen enters his eyes. He finally lowers his hands, and they fall on your shoulders, pushing your head down into the position from before. Your palms land evenly on the wide planes of his thighs.

"Suck," he whispers.

Your lips obediently close on his tip, suckling and lathing it in your tongue eagerly.

He reels. The soft soaked heat of your mouth effortlessly steals the thoughts from his mind and all sense of patience from his hips—what little he scrounged up after that weak climax.

"Need—" manages to escape him as his fingers make a fist in your hair, and he jerks, stuffing your throat in two thrusts. He feels your throat close on him, and he gasps, "S-Sorry."

You make a disapproving noise and recover quickly. A moment later you bear down even harder, hollowing your cheeks and nuzzling deep into the black curls at the base. You're his.

"Fffuck," he whines, humping shamelessly. His balls slap your chin. To go from nearly nothing to this tight sea of heat eviscerates any notion of an unneeded sorry.

He folds one of his socked legs back to get it deeper. Trying to match his movements becomes completely pointless in a flash. You brace yourself on the sheets outside his waist, and whine. His grip on your hair that he uses to hold you in place creates a sweet sting as he ruts, and then fucks a little deeper, using your mouth for a fucktoy. The blunt, slippery sounds are obscene.

Soon, he starts to ramble, "Fuck your mouth, love your pretty fuckin' mouth I need to come—s'gonna make me come"

Drool pools at the sides of your mouth as he rapidly slides over your tongue. You flare your nostrils to do the bare minimum to breathe—you devote more of your energy to being a hole.

Under a minute. His wide thighs draw tense like iron. He gasps, calls out your name, and dissolves into violent shivers when he comes. Hips snap with reckless abandon as he drains his balls down your throat. You swallow fitfully, and mewl.

Hot tears paint your cheeks that you rapidly blink away as his needy thrusts slow to needy rocking. He doesn't go soft.

When he's trembling, but still, you pull off coughing, still swallowing. A few drops ooze down your chin, besides the drool. You swipe your arm across your mouth.

But it's worth it. It was worth it before he did it. And the way he gazes up now, longing and more than a little wrecked makes it more so.

He sits up on his hands, seizes you at the sides and easily manhandles you until you find yourself shoved and bent in a tight kneel, ass in the air. With a hard grunt, you go down and arch your back. Somehow through all of that, you kept your tank-top and sweatpants.

"Get this fucking shit off," he growls.

"Take it—"

In one rough tug, he rips down your pants. He doesn't bother to take them off—just enough to expose your cunt. You suck in a breath as he spreads your lips, and the cool air touches your glistening pussy.

It's just begging for something to be stuffed inside it. He slides three through your slit, and sinks them inside with ease, making you croon. As soon as they're in, and thrusting in quick sloppy motions, you get tight.

He wanted to make sure—and this. Out again, he stretches his fingers apart, webbed with cum, and licks them clean as he mounts you.

"Fuck me," you moan.

"Shut up."

You shut up.

He spreads your lips and guides his cock through your soaked slit, groaning roughly along with your gasp. He could come just from this, pressing on your folds, getting him soaked in your cum.

"You ready?" he asks.

Levi shoves inside, filling your cunt to the brim in one swift thrust—you barely get the chance to cry out, gaping. Suddenly you're full. Firm balls clap against your ass.

He moans from the bottom of his chest as your tight heat clamps down on him. He missed it, so he grinds in deep, savoring it, and giving you a moment to adjust.

Only a moment. Finally, he gets to fuck. He rams in at a rapid, ruthless pace from the start, deep, so you get to feel it all in a flurry of thrusts from his tip to his fat balls rapidly clapping against your lips. It's loud—almost as loud as you.

"Fuck! Yeah just like—"

"S'my birthday," he moans. His thrusts drag.

Then he lurches forward on the next inward thrust, and pretty white lace is shoved past your lips, stuffing it. He plants your head down. "Toys don't talk."

You whine, throaty and high, and submit. His panties were wet before, but they get soaked quick. You suckle, tasting peaky salt and coarse lace.

His fucking resumes harder than ever. He pins your hips in place. The soaked slapping sounds are loud even over his panting, and you can't help but cry out.

More than fucking you, he uses you. Uses you up for all the last week has been worth.

You purposefully clench down on him, like a massage. You want to make this even better for him, and you reap the reward of hearing him moan, breathy and full.

He bears down harder than ever, ramming in, then dragging out, taking his time. To the tip, to fill you up all over again. He loves watching your cunt almost as much as he loves fucking it. It's puffy, and full of him. When he pulls out, his thick shaft is slathered in it.

"Shit. Your cunt's fucking mine." The hand not pinning your hip comes down on your pussy with a wet slap. You arch your back, and wail, managing to nod.

You got tighter. He whines, and his hand comes down again, his jaw falling slack as your silky cunt squeezes deliciously tight. "Yeah."

His pace resumes as his hand fumbles for your tanktop and yanks, causing your tits to spill out. He scoops one up in his palm and squeezes with abandon, as if staking claim. "I'm gonna fuckin' come in it, then it's really gonna be mine."

A shiver shakes your whole body. Tears ooze down your cheeks as your arch your back. All fucking his, not just today, but especially.

His cock pistons inside at a blinding pace—his hips can barely keep up with his rising climax—before his balls give a deep throb, and he stills. His thighs lock outside your hips as he gasps. He's stranded at the highest peak before the first wave takes him under. "Coming."

You bite down on the lace. As liquid heat shoots inside, you moan with the feeling, head swimming. He never held back—and especially not now that he pumps his cum deep inside you. He moans so sweetly.

With the dying throbs, he braces himself with his hand gnarled in your hair. Delightful shivers shake through him. As they recede, he grinds deep inside in weak rolls.

In the aftermath, he pants harshly, and taps your chin. The soggy panties sag from your mouth. His cock, completely soft, slides out.

You catch a look at his face. His flustered cheeks and the sheen of sweat on his forehead are the picture of fucked-out. It could be a trick of the light, but his heavy silver eyes gleam almost. One side of the frilly brazier sags hafway down his shoulder.

He asks, "You alright after that?"

You nod with a gravely hum. Fleetingly, he affectionately scratches your scalp and leans back. He's satisfied to see your pussy oozing him.

Very satisfied. He falls down next to you on his back, and tugs at you to follow.

You groan, and collapse, resting your head on his chest. You're still horny, but that can come later... if he wants you to.

He's unmoving, except for his chest rising and falling quickly. Slowly, you both recover and catch your breath.

You smile wearily, and reach over, carding his damp bangs off his face. You fucked the life out of him. "Did you like your gift?"

He turns his head for more. "Water wet?"

"Mm... Not technically."

He deadpans, and drags you into his arms, practically purring under your touch. This is one of those rare instances that he looks ready to doze off right after. Considering you kept him pent up for a week straight... and the way he stepped into subspace for a minute there, you're not surprised.

"You can nap for a little while. It's still early."

"Mm. Mhm. Maybe." Finally, his eyes crack open. "Kiss."

Beaming, you lean down and do just that, the press gentle, but deep. One that says, I love you.

His lips capture yours in kind, but sluggishly. You want to run a bath for him a little later—although he's tired now, you're in for an especially grumpy Levi when he wakes up if you don't—but for now, you murmur against his lips, "Happy birthday, angel."

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👀 you know I HAVE to ask about that one incident now because nooooo he hurt Grian?? What happened??

Especially if there's sketches involved, because you two are apparently gods to be so good with both writing and art.

-🎀

pffffft hardly gods, ribbon anon, we're just very obsessed with our own au LOL<3

Now behold!! The Incident™!!! rambles and art below cut! (sorry it took so long :'3)

So somewhere down the line, though before any of the events of the mimic/Juni arc, Grian and Scar get attacked by a large group of hunters. It’s a coordinated effort, incredibly calculated..

They’ve prepared a thick, heavy net to throw over Grian that tangles into his wings if he tries to use them to escape. And though it takes multiple men to subdue Scar, they get him by stabbing him through the shoulder with a long pronged spear.

It locks in on the other side and makes it almost impossible to remove without worsening the wound or breaking the spear, and someone can keep holding onto the handle.

The hunters clearly want them both alive (for now). Their plan seems to be to sell them, or at least Grian (or at least Grian’s wings).

They can sort of force Scar to move by threatening to jostle the spear, and they tie his hands, too, so he can struggle all he wants, but all he can do is walk while he just continues to bleed. Grian is practically dragged along, twisted and tangled into the coarse net. They’re both scared out of their minds.

Eventually they arrive at a village of sorts, like an outpost for bounty hunters. The humans discuss keeping the vex for sparring purposes (more like target practice), and how they should go about turning a profit with the avian— whether they should sell him as a whole or in parts. One particular hunter removes the net from over Grian and steps his boot down onto one of his wings, knife in hand like he’s going to slice off a few feathers or even a whole damn chunk.

Now, Scar’s gone vex-brained before, but seeing this unfold before him? This time it’s different.

His eyes glow and his hair turns entirely white. Claws and fangs emerge and he sees nothing but pure rage.

With newfound strength, Scar easily breaks through the ropes, but he’s still got that wretched spear. It doesn’t matter to him in the slightest though. He lashes out, slashing and attacking wildly, blood spilling every which way.

Worried he needs to aid with controlling the vex, the hunter with the knife hesitates. And Grian takes that moment that he feels the weight of his boot shift to use his other wing to slam into the man’s body and knock him onto the ground. It’s his mistake for underestimating Grian.

Together, the two of them manage to scramble to flee, but there are hunters on their trail, both humans and bloodhound creatures. And Scar is still entirely feral. He’s not himself at all. He’s not seeing things right, it’s just rage and instinct and blood.

He tears through men and monsters alike, not even bothering to draw his sword. It’s all teeth and claws.

Grian thinks he ought to be afraid, but in spite of everything, Scar’s instinct to protect is just as strong, and his claws weave masterfully around Grian, only striking down their foes.

In the midst of the chaos, however, Grian notices something. While in whatever arcane form this may be, Scar is rapidly healing all his wounds. Blue wisps of magic weave his skin back together as it breaks, although it leaves behind awful, ragged scarring. (How interesting...)

But the spear is still there.

Scar can’t heal while that thing still pierces through him.

And that’s a serious wound. Scar may legitimately die from it if he comes out of this haze without dealing with it. And something tells Grian that Scar doesn’t have enough reason right now to realize that himself.

So as soon as he has a chance, Grian grabs the spear, and with great difficulty, manages to snap it so that it might be pulled out.

But Scar doesn’t understand what’s happening to him. All he registers is pain and that someone else caused it.

There’s confusion.

There’s lashing out.

Grian can maybe manage to dodge out of the way, but he still has to remove the spear, and in the end, in order for Grian to succeed, Scar also lands a wild slash directly onto Grian’s wings.

The spear gets yanked out, but now Grian is bleeding and in a nightmarish world of pain and Scar’s onslaught is far from over. He pounces onto Grian, pinning that injured wing onto the hard ground underneath them both.

Scar is confused and betrayed and hurting and no longer has any sense over his actions.

And Grian is terrified. Terrified out of his mind, but also—

It’s Scar.

And Grian’s wings have been nothing but a beacon, nothing but a source of danger to them both. And if Scar decides it’s better if they’re gone? ...maybe Grian would let him.

And as blood trickles between his feathers, he thinks maybe it would be better after all.

So Grian goes limp beneath him, entirely giving in.

“Scar...” he mutters, and maybe it’s a plea. Maybe it’s a surrender.

Scar’s pointed ears twitch. He hears Grian call his name, clear as day, amidst the haze and adrenaline and fear. And Scar needs to protect him. He has to keep fighting. Grian is scared.

He’s scared.

He’s scared of—

“...oh god.” Scar’s voice comes out hoarse, eyes flickering weakly back to their normal green hue.

He sees his hands hovering near Grian’s throat, claws outstretched, and his hands are drenched in blood and he doesn’t know whose it is. Scar stumbles back, horrified. He thinks he’s going to be sick. Everything rapidly returns to normal and suddenly he feels so weak, absolutely drained, his hands are trembling now and—

They both hear shouting in the distance.

Unfortunately, there is no time to come to terms with any of this at all.

They have no choice but to keep running.

...

Now Scar already does everything he can not to touch Grian’s wings. Grian has so much trauma surrounding his wings already, and now? Now Scar feels no better than any of the other monsters after Grian’s feathers. He doesn’t deserve the right. He failed and he hurt Grian, and Grian can barely even bring himself to treat the wound because part of him truly believes he ought to leave them tarnished and broken.

And later, when Grian inadvertently flinches at Scar’s touch? Scar vows to himself to never use that savage state ever again.

#huzzah! trauma!#hhau #link answers #ribbon anon #link draws #now of course that vow can only last so long-#scar's vex instincts may be one of the few things keeping them alive #that and like the power of love /hj #fun fact thats what the large scar on scars chest is from #spear incident #cw injury

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moonpaw · 2 years

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Do you have any one piece fic recs? Mainly stuff that doesn’t really deal with romance. That sweet sweet platonic shit is calling my name

yeah, i got a ......couple!!

Luffy was raised as a marine and makes it everyone's problem (Series, spoilers for all arcs they're in sections so read up to where you are)

Luffy was raised as a marine, but now has more childhood trauma (Series, first fic is a full fledged fic, again spoilers for all arcs)

Somewhere to Belong (childhood ASL, garp strikes a deal for whitebeard to watch them for 6 months)

The Fire and the Sun (A what-if marineford fic, luffy gets hit)

I’ll keep the king (I’ll keep him safe) (a whump fic centered around luffy's injuries and his crew taking care of him, nakamaship)

sweets and chains can't keep away the king's straw hat (AU where luffy is Big Mom's son and Dragon keeps breaking in checking up on him)

There is no such thing as freedom in a cage of your own making (AU where it's found out much earlier that luffy is Dragon's son and the marines are sent after him on Dawn, Garp calls Ace to go get him first)

Dammit Garp (stop kidnapping your grandson) (Garp finds out Ace is on whitebeard's ship and throws luffy over there too)

the sky is falling (but you’re with me so there’s nowhere i’d rather be) (ok i know you said no ship, but i'm obsessed over this fic for being one of the BEST gear 5 fics out there because of how much LORE it has, Gods AU, ch 1044+ spoilers)

Treasures for a Treasure (pearls pale in your eyes) (Gods AU, luffy is the son of the sea)

Who We Were Meant To Be (Marine!Luffy AU)

Undo, Rewrite, Again (Luffy gets blasted to Baltigo instead of the Isle of women)

Smile Again (Modern AU nakamaship, the crew help luffy recover from ace's death after a crash)

Adopted By Default (Luffy gets blasted to the whitebeards instead of the isle of women)

Beginning the Next Dream (Luffy gets reincarnated as his own uncle and raises the ASL brothers lol, only gets to ace though but the fic is worth it for the luffy, dragon, and garp interactions as well as roger and shanks)

The feel of family (ASL brothers but law and corazon are there too somehow)

Boy With a Scar (luffy went missing for 4 years as a fighting ring slave, fic begins after he's been freed and returned to Dawn)

The time the ASL Brothers ran away from home because they didn't want to deal with Garp (ASL brothers become pirates instead of building their treehouse)

How it Should have Healed (Another nakamaship fic about luffy's wounds throughout their adventures)

The Past and Future King (two pirate kings accidentally meet on a weird island)

one bleached from lying in a sunny place (someone comes up to Usopp and asks to join the strawhats)

Twin Flames (Ace calls Sabo his twin when talking to jinbe in impel down, this has consequences)

across ocean tides and snow-covered hills (ace and luffy meet up on Dawn right before luffy's 2 year time limit)

What if (ace is born a few days early and Rayleigh takes him in instead, making the ASL brothers estranged)

In That Bottle, Is an Ocean Of Memories (AU where luffy is big mom's son)

The World Goes Around In Circles ("How come you're called the pirate hunter, when you're a pirate yourself?")

sea king prayers (Gods Au, series)

it's all been done before (timetravel Au but told in ace's perspective who has no idea time travel is a thing that's going on)

on brotherhood (ageswap, luffy is the older brother)

gods apparent. (gear 5 fic)

Claimed by the Sea (pirate king luffy gets kidnapped by a cult, zoro and the crew searches)

light up, light up (Ace goes missing after the fire, leaving Sabo and Luffy alone. Outlook wants Sabo back and sabo agrees only if luffy can come with him)

as the world goes on its wicked way (Luffy gets turned into a kid for a day, big brother usopp moments)

trouble is a friend of mine (Sanji gets captured)

literally anything written by taizi

the weight of you (Platonic strawhats cuddling :D)

over the course of a day (An AU in which Usopp is forced to hitchhike and meets a few concerning characters)

Like Cats and Dogs (Daemon Au)

stared at the sun and the sun smiled back and called itself pirate king (or: loyalty, on the high seas) (Crew loyalty series)

Little Monsters ( Post-Wano, some lucky (or not-so-lucky) Marines capture the still-injured Sanji and Usopp)

no gods (Gods Au/gear 5, days after the Flevance massacre but with an extra guest)

DreadLetting (gear 5 & time travel, luffy ends up back on that day ace sets sail)

All Hail The Sun God (Gods Au, Zoro offers himself as a human sacrifice so the god of the valley will return)

sky blues (little luffy and vivi meet)

to have and to hold on (Spade pirates are worried about ace and tries to recruit luffy into helping them, Deuce pov)

Pain Scale (Nakamaship, luffy gets hurt)

You Still Have Me (Ace and luffy ageswap, marineford)

It was cold without you by my side (Sabo remembers a few days sooner, just in time to break into impel down)

teacup lizards (luffy is born as dragon’s twin)

reach up to me (if you even can) (Ace reacts to gear third’s “side effect”)

Same Difference (Sabo remembers years sooner, revisits Dawn island)

You Can't Teach a Monkey to Read (Nakamaship, the crew teaches luffy how to read after the timeskip)

The Will of D Carries On (Klabautermann au)

Of pirates and touches (Nami & luffy friendship)

Seven Deadly Sins (Modern Au, Law’s new apartment is haunted)

We Set Our Wishes Upon Her Waters (Gods Au, the 4 Blues are seen as gods and these gods have their own chosen)

Captains' Flowers (a kinda soulmate/mark fic, platonic nakamaship)

Sibling Sympathies (ace’s arabasta visit, nami pov)

interviewing the Future Pirate King (REAL! NOT CLICKBAIT!) (does this one even need an explanation?)

Diving Into The Sea AND Diamond Stratosphere (Au where some people with the D name have wings, series but the fics isn’t under one for some reason?)

Overboard (A typhoon hits the Going Merry's crew harder than any of them could anticipate or accept)

Know Me Like Waves Know Shores ( When Dragon and Luffy meet face to face for the first time, Luffy doesn't recognize his father.)

of scissors and combs (usopp gives luffy a haircut)

burning rubber (Chopper worries over luffy, post marineford & timeskip)

hey, let's get lost (along the way) (Ace, Luffy, Vivi, and Nami accidentally get lost in Alabasta)

etch the ocean into my soul like a guiding light (platonic soulmates Au, zolu)

Si c'est une âme (Platonic soulmates, nakamaship)

The Experiment (The crew make a game out of Zoro’s sleeping habits)

A Chance Encounter ( After Ace get's defeated by Blackbeard, he's held at a temporary prison for a little while, and there he meets a quirky, young marine that surprisingly is related to Ace!)

the voice of all things (The ocean's all the same to everyone―but no one else can hear it quite like he can.)

Many Kisses (Nakamaship & kisses)

Bearing the heat (Modern Au, ASL, slice of life)

tumbling overboard, faces full of fear (luffy falls overboard during a storm, franky dives in after him)

a place that burns (It is then, that moment, strikingly clear, that Luffy realizes he doesn’t have a home.)

Sleep is a Beast, Polar and Bear (post marineford, luffy has trouble sleeping, zoro does what he can to help)

you gotta go the long way 'round (Robin teaches luffy how to read, timeskip)

Swimming Lessons (Thanks to Law’s bodyswap ability, Usopp teaches luffy how to swim for the first time)

take a step in mine (marineford au)

Cool! Two Zoros! (the crew somehow ends up in the past. in the east blue. zoro is there)

wish by spirit and if by yes (Sabo tracks down the whitebeard pirates)

don't bury me with gold (Wolrd noble!Sabo Au)

whatever you can still betray (Haruta is convinced Ace is a spy)

Captains Don’t Get Sick (luffy & nami nakamaship)

where the rims have ridges (Outsider POV, a girl happens to meet both roger and luffy during her life, the strawhat is what she notices)

Code of Misconduct (The crew sets down some ground rules)

I Can't Be Selfless (Pre-canon, Aokiji meets luffy in fooshia)

worn to the bones (that scene where luffy, zoro, and sanji are traveling to fishman island and get separated from the crew in bubbles)

sing songs of the sea (Luffy drowned once, series)

God's emperor (Gods Au, shanks meets luffy)

i'll fly away (Au where everyone is born with wings)

a sailor by any other name (Zoro pov, luffy is forced to join the marines at a young age)

Chasing the Remnants (Sabo goes with dragon to lougetown)

Almost Giving up Before We've Even Started (Luffy and dragon meet up, it’s awkward for them both)

Being together we are stronger than ever (ASL bodyswap)

Here There Be Dragons (Dragons Au)

#one piece #fic recs #mp answers

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liloinkoink · 2 years

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Lamplight AU

What is Lamplight? Short answer, a DnD/Fantasy Third/Last Life Renchanting AU!

Long answer, here’s 20 Questions, the ficlet meant to introduce the concept.

Medium answer, Ren is a powerful god stuck in the form of living fire. Martyn is his sole follower. Martyn and Ren help free one another from imprisonment by the Watchers and are now traveling the world on a two-man adventure of fond companionship and occasional arson.

This AU has been written as I feel like it with absolutely no regard for chronology. If you have any questions about it feel free to ask! I also have a tag for it, “lamplight au,” which is where any writing, asks, or art go.

I’ll update this post with writing and art as it happens. Writing is organized chronologically, art is organized by artist and as it’s posted.

This AU was planned with the help of @/unexpectedly-haunted, whose designs for Martyn and Ren are linked at the start of the art section!

You can also find an archive of Lamplight on my writing blog, @driflew, under the same tag.

[AU itself is platonic, but ship content gets made for it]

And, for some other fun notes...

The (unofficial) Lamplight fan Discord Server can be found here!!

Martyn replied to my post saying he knows what Lamplight is, which is a wild thing to be able to say.

[Please do not spam the chats or the askboxes of Martyn, Ren, or anyone else with talk of this fic! Don’t need to annoy anyone with it, thank you!]

[Now that it's confirmed Martyn does know what Lamplight is, here are my thoughts on reading it on stream (he can can if he wants!)]

Lamplight writing

(for any works posted on both ao3 and tumblr where there are differences in content, consider ao3 the ‘correct,’ ‘updated,’ or ‘canon’ version. The AO3 versions are better, edited for quality, pacing, and often with extra bits not found in the tumblr versions)

The AO3 series with all works can be found here.

[If you enjoy Lamplight, I have a kofi? Please don’t feel the need send me anything excessive! The option to tip simply exists if you enjoy the series and are feeling generous.]

Canon

Torchlight Arc

Torchlight

[Torchlight short fic: Ren POV] [this scene is also on Ao3, in Moonlight ch2]

Heliography (multi-chapter, complete)

[tumblr preview scene, incl in Heliography ch1]

Lamplight Arc

Strange Traveler (ao3) (tumblr)

From Here to There (incl 20Q and other scenes)

Incident at the Sleeping Hound (ao3) (tumblr)

Winter's Herald (ao3) (tumblr)

Moonlight Arc

Moonlight (multi-chapter, in-progress)

(ch one is also on tumblr, but significant edits were made when it was moved to ao3. i’m leaving the first version here unchanged, just for fun, but be aware it’s different)

Non-Canon

worship the ashes (ship, noncanonical)

featherlight (Treebark Week D2: Light/Dark. ambiguous on both the ship status and the canonical status… anime filler arc status lmao)

somniphobia (ship, noncanonical) (og version is also on tumblr, a fic from taking treebark Lamplight requests: Ren doesn't sleep)

Heat Haze (Treebark Week D4: Warmth/Breeze) (ship, noncanonical)

the only place i don't feel cold (Treebark Week D3/4: Build/Burn, Infernal/Divine) (ship, noncanonical) (og version is also on tumblr, a fic from taking treebark Lamplight requests: God of...)

Leaflight Series (Lamplight Roleswap) [ask about the Leaflight concept]

Cover Me in Roses

Ficlet of a different Lamplight offshoot

Other Writers

Help with plotting the AU has come from my friend Haunted, whose contributions to design, plot, and general function as a rubber duck have been greatly appreciated

Series

Desert Duo subplot series by @/cosmicretribution (Haunted's designs)

crystalline

Boat Boys subplot series by @/boatboysrowout

i said fuck it long ago

Canon-divergent horror series by @/sixteenth-days

so no head?

Oneshots (non canon)

the heart of the pyre by Zeph

striking steel by Apollo

guiding light by Apollo

Lamplight Art

if you want to draw Lamplight art, go ahead! i would love to see it! @ me and/or Haunted and i’ll put it here! if i don’t see it, send me a message! and be sure to check out these artists’ work and show them some love!

Haunted’s Lamplight Official™ Martyn design

Haunted’s Lamplight Official™ Ren design (ft. Martyn)

Haunted's Lamplight animatic, FIRE--this is an animatic for the latter half of the fic Torchlight and is really cool!

I hit the fucking link limit so the rest of the art can be found HERE

#lamplight au #lew library #top hits

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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Reborn AU: since Jaune’s father now sees how good Jaune is at fighting do you think they’ll decide to sign him up for a tournament where he’ll meet up with Pyrrha earlier then original and hopefully start their relationship on a positive note with him being that friend she always wanted she had always wanted before beacon.

A Dancing Partner~!

Arc Twins: Age 12

Jaune: Okay… Do I have to do this?

Jeanne: Why not? It’ll be fun!

Jaune: For you. I’ll be out there getting my butt kicked, while you’ll be in the stands munching on the hotdogs!

Jeanne: Okay, but I’ve always wanted to try stadium hot dogs!

Jaune: Me too, which is also why I’m upset!

Jeanne: Look, out of the two of us you are the better fighter.

Jaune: Since when?!

Jeanne: Always, you have more practical experience that I did even in my past life!

Jaune: Shh! Not in public!

Jeanne: Sorry.

Jaune: If you want practical experience, why don’t you compete then.

Jeanne: Jaune, how many times have I tripped up during our training?

Jaune: In the last month, or the last year?

Jeanne: See! I’m still tripping up! The… Wait, hold on; Have you been keeping a tally of how many times I’ve tripped up?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Yes.

Jeanne: How bad is it?

Jaune: Well… You’ve been getting better.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: W-Well… My gear is still being built so I can’t fight, so… Nehh!

Jaune: Gods, you’re such a child… Fine! Fine, fine, fine… I’m already here so I’ll do it, but only once!

Jeanne: Awesome! I’ll go find, Dad, and let him know. Good luck!

Jaune: Don’t pig out on the stadium food!

Jeanne: Hey!

Jaune: Hehehe~!

Jaune: Okay… let’s do this.

~~~

Jaune: I am going to gut you like a turkey, Jeanne…

Jaune may be seen as, for some unfathomable reason to him, as the smartest among all of the, Arc siblings. However, just because your smart doesn’t mean you couldn’t also be the biggest idiot there is.

He should have seen it coming, Jeanne wanted him to be here, she was the one who recommend to their father that, Jaune should compete. And, now at the final round he learned why she was so adamant on getting him to compete. And, Beacon was five years away. That was plenty of time for someone to win the, Mistral Regionals for years in a row.

A one, Miss Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune: Yep… I’m gonna kill you, Jeanne, mark my words…

She looked younger then when he last saw her; of course she would, this was a younger, less experienced, Pyrrha Nikos. Not the, Pyrrha Nikos he knew, loved, and lost. That was an age ago, a lifetime that was now lost. He shook himself, trying to brush away the old wounds, and focus on the here, and now.

: You’re pretty good.

Jaune: What?

Jaune’s stance relaxed as he saw, Pyrrha step forward, twirling her weapon as she prepared herself for the coming bout.

Pyrrha: I saw your previous fights, you’re pretty good. I haven’t seen someone fight that well before. It was really inspiring.

Jaune: Oh… Uhh… T-Thanks… I would say the same to you, but… My sister didn’t want me to know who I would be fighting against next.

Pyrrha: Oh? And, why is that.

Jaune: She said training, but I would have preferred the before hand knowledge of who my opponents are.

Pyrrha: Because I have more of an advantage than you do now?

Jaune: Do you now? Well then, pretty lady…

Jaune drew his sword, and shield, and adopted a defensive stance as we prepared to fight.

Jaune: Care to dance~?

Pyrrha’s perfect smile beamed across her face as she too readied her weapons, and levelled them towards, Jaune.

Pyrrha: My pleasure~!

A sound of a bell rang throughout the air, and the two contestants charged one another as hardened steel cried in rage as their swords battered against one another.

There was a small rule, Jaune liked to apply in a fight: Never go all out. Use small, and precise strikes, strong enough to withstand an opponent’s attack, and strong enough to test your opponent’s attack. This was done usually by quick thrust, and strikes carried out with a quick, precise flick of the wrist. All of this was done to check an opponent’s defences, and find that one weak point he could exploit to its fullest potential.

This time it was slightly different; Jaune, wanted to test, Pyrrha, and see if she was well on the way to become the woman he loved, and lost. And, so far she wasn’t disappointing him.

Pyrrha’s movements, and strikes were quick, and as precise as he remembered, well almost like he remembered. Pyrrha as she was now hadn’t developed her muscles, her reflexes, her overall combat prowess, and hell, she was at least over a foot shorter then when they met at, Beacon. Then again, so was he.

Jaune shook his head of these thought, she wasn’t the, Pyrrha of his past life, and neither was he. They were in a sense new people, meeting for the first time. So, as a opening introduction, Jaune bashed, Pyrrha’s face with his shield.

Jaune never saw himself as an expect conversationalist

Pyrrha stumbled back, her hand twirling her sword, Miló with grace before changing it into a spear, adopting a crouched defensive position. She thrust her spear rapidly at, Jaune who easily blocked it with his kite shield. Jaune was impressed, her hits were fast, and accurate, but they lacked the strength she needed if she wanted to really keep him back.

So, Jaune simply bashed her spear to the side, as he brought his sword in from the side to strike at, Pyrrha. And, as he had her completely exposed for an attack, he felt something tugging on his sword, causing him to swing higher than expected, allowing, Pyrrha to easily role away, and take a defensive position, her sword held at the ready.

Jaune just stared at his sword for a moment before shooting a challengingly smirk towards, Pyrrha. He simple twirled his sword in his hand, and went back on the offensive.

~~~

Jeanne’s eyes we’re locked with laser like focus as saw the spectacle before her. The speed, and strength of their strikes sent shockwaves through the air that she could feel upon her face all the way from her seat in the bleachers.

Jeanne had never really seen how, Jaune fought. Well, how he seriously fought. A training bout, and a duel were vastly different. One is calm, and simple; meant to help improve one skills so they will be better capable of fighting. A duel was to show how your skills were better than your opponent by crushing them in submission.

And, as she watched the two exchange blows, she understood that in their training bouts, Jaune had been going easy on her. But, now she understood, how easy he had been going on her.

Jeanne: Does he think I’m made of glass…?

Acheius: No, no he doesn’t, Jeanne.

Jeanne: What?! Are you kidding me, I mean look at that! He’s never like that when he fights me!

Jaune collapsed his shield into his sheath mode. And proceeded to us that as a second blade, to deflect, and parry, Pyrrha’s attacks before opening it again, and bashing, Pyrrha away. Causing a massive chip of her aura to fad away, pushing, Pyrrha over the brink, and into the yellow.

Jeanne: See! He’s never hit me that hard before!

Acheius: Because he knows you can take it.

Jeanne: What does rhat mean?

Acheius: Jaune knows full well that he could clock you square in the face, and you’d barely bat an eye. His training, as well as my training with you was to improve your foot work so you’d stop kissing the ground. And, if you don’t believe me, well, just ask, Jaune to punch you in the face. Then you’ll understand why he never saw you as made of glass.

Jeanne: Fine…

Acheius: Good, and with that you’ll also understand why your mother is putting you in dancing classes.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: She’s doing what?

~~~

The duo were sent skidding across the ground until they stopped several feet apart from on another.

They crouched on shaky legs, their respective blades probing each other up as the stared down one another their breathing heavy, and faces dripping with sweat. Their fight had been gruelling, un relenting, and unforgiving, and the duo were having a blast.

Jaune looked over to the, Aura meter, and saw that they were both around, 50%. An annoyed chuckle escaped his lips as he looked over at, Pyrrha’s challenging smirk.

Jaune: I don’t suppose we could settle this by, ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors?’

Pyrrha: Haha~! No, no I don’t think they’d let us do that.

Jaune: Odds, or Evens then?

Pyrrha: Still don’t think they’d allow it.

Jaune: Naww…

Pyrrha: Cheer up, besides this has got to be the best fight you’ve ever had! You’ve been smiling the whole time!

Jaune: Aye, but we’ve been at this for ten minutes, and so far our auras are barely at 50%.

Pyrrha: And, that means I have to get you to 25% to win~!

Jaune: Haa… If that’s how it’s going to be…

Jaune shoved his sword back to his sheath before raising his weapon, and activating its bastard sword mode. Pyrrha stared with wide eyes, and this shocking new development, all while, Jaune smirk deviously at her.

Jaune: You best prepare yourself little lady~!

Jaune charged, Pyrrha, raising his weapon, high before he brought it down hard on, Pyrrha’s shield. Causing her legs to buckled falling into a kneeling stance from the force of the impact. Jaune brought in a hard slash from the side that sent, Pyrrha flying.

A shocked expression was engraved upon, Pyrrha’s face at the shear ferocity, and power behind each swing, until, Jaune’s struck with a force of a storm, that sent, Pyrrha’s weapon flying,

Pyrrha looked in stunned shock as her weapon was sent across the arena. She head turned to see, Jaune hold his sword above him, before thrusting towards, Pyrrha’s chest, striking with a deafening clash of metal, upon metal, that sent her flying. But before she fell, a loud, ‘bong’ sang there the air, to signalize that the match was finally over.

The colosseum erupted into a chorus of cheers as, Jaune walked over to, Pyrrha dazed form as she look skywards, his face filled with a shock, and confused expression as she saw, Jaune come into her field of view.

Pyrrha: I-I lost…?

Jaune: Yep, you lost.

Pyrrha: Really…?

Jaune: Haven’t lost a fight in a while have ya?

Pyrrha: N-No… No I haven’t.

Jaune: Oh, then its a good thing you lost then.

Pyrrha: It is, how?

Jaune grabbed, Pyrrha’s arm, and hoisted her up. He made sure she was okay, before walking over to pick up, Pyrrha’s weapon.

Jaune: Well for starters, it stops you from getting cocky. Makes you realize you are not invincible. This could probably save your life in the long. Stop you from running head first into a situation that could get you killed because of your arrogance.

Jaune picked up, Pyrrha’s spear before passing it back to her her, who caught it with ease.

Pyrrha: That’s… That’s some pretty good advice…

Jaune: Any advice that will keep you alive is good advice.

Pyrrha: Haha~! That is true.

Jaune: Besides, you did learn some valuable lessons. Which are more valuable that some shiny cup.

Pyrrha: Hmm, that I did. More so that I need to focus more on muscle strength, my flexibility, and overall endurance.

Jaune: And, learn better control of your semblance.

Pyrrha’s eyes widened in shock as she looked away nervously.

Pyrrha: I-I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about… I-I don’t have a semblance.

Jaune laughed as he watched, Pyrrha try, and stumble her way out through a terribly concealed lie.

Jaune: One: That was adorable, trying to lie like that.

Pyrrha: A-Adorable?

Jaune: Second: You really think I didn’t feel that little tug on my sword now did you?

Pyrrha: You noticed?!

Jaune: Barely, most people probably wouldn’t notice it. So I recommend you work on your control of your semblance… Whatever it is. Might save your life one day.

Pyrrha: I’ll… I’ll go do that.

Jaune: Well, It has been a pleasure, Pyrrha. I look forward to our next fight.

Pyrrha: So do I. And, thank you for the lesson, Jaune.

Jaune: No problem.

Jeanne: Jaune!

Jaune: Uh oh…

Before, Jaune could turn around, he felt his younger sister jump on his back, and hug him.

Jeanne: You won, you won, you won!

Jaune: Yes, yes I won. Please get off of me.

Jeanne quickly got off her brother before bouncing in front of, Jaune’s face with a wild look in her eyes.

Jeanne: Now, before you go, and collect your fancy cup, you need to do something for me!

Jaune: I do?

Jeanne: Yes!

Jaune: And, that would be…?

Jeanne: Punch me in the face!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay.

Jaune reeled his fist back, and threw a solid punch dead centre on, Jeanne’s face. The force of the punch rocked her head back for a moment before she went back up. She looked at her brother with a wide smile on her face before her hands shot up, and she cheered loudly.

Jeanne: Whooo! I can take a punch! I can take a punch! Take that, Nikos! I can take a… Whaaaa?!!

(Thud!)

Jeanne: Oww…

Jaune, and Pyrrha looked down as the sad form of, Jeanne as she face planted the floor.

Pyrrha: She needs to work on her foot work…

Jaune: We’ve been trying… But, yeah…

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #acheius arc #jeanne arc

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sergeifyodorov · 10 months

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Nathan MacKinnon for the hockey impressions ask please. If you have not already done so.

I actually have no idea what my first impression of nathan mack was; the earliest thoughts i can remember thinking might have been Terminal Sidney Obsession, so let’s start with that. Wow, I think, looking at people discussing this freak on the internet, that guy is really into sidney crosby

IMPRESSION NOW

Wow, this guy is really into Sidney Crosby

Mostly, Natemac strikes me as just… a real fridge of a man, a two-hundred-pound slab of muscle with a crooked nose. (the nose is good)(love the nose). He’s almost entirely a creature of obsessive hyperfixation and complete bullheaded determination -- you can see this in even just the way he skates, which has a forward momentum to it that even faster skaters like McDavid can’t match. Moves like a train, no real control or delicacy but good god you better get out of the way.

A tangled mess of feelings and emotion that he’s super terrible at understanding, even if he has the good grace to know how bad he is at understanding those feelings, which actually does help quite a bit. If I were to guess, I’d sum up those feelings as “blinding rage,” “all-encompassing desire to win,” and “ferda.”

This sort of all-things-lead-to-either-W-or-L worldview leads him to develop a very black and white way of thinking… especially re food. im not gonna say he has an eating disorder but i very much have heard he thinks things like milk are poison so whatever his relationship with food is it’s certainly not healthy

Oh my god he wants to fuck Sid so damn bad. I don’t even pretend to have vibe-based takes on his sexuality but gay or straight he wants to fuck Sid so bad

FAV MOMENT

i , as with … probably many of you, grew to know natemac during the iconique avs 2022 cup run, and esp since my leafs got eliminated early i got to watch a lot of it. Fav natemac moment is definitely the hat trick against the blues, topped off with the third goal, which was just a gorgeous end-to-end coasting that you could FEEL coming from a mile away. So that’s probably my fav natemac moment i am after all a simple hockey watcher sometimes

IDEA FOR STORY

sidnate nate’s-a-penguin au mayhaps… actually no idea.

i find nate just an absolutely fascinating character simply because of his tangled ball of Emotional Problems, but because he’s so single-minded in all of them it’s actually hard to maincharacterize. like he’s got nuance, he’s got flow, he just doesn’t have the dimension to carry out a story in which he is the main actor. Get that boy into an ensemble cast

UNPOPULAR OPINION

I don’t know of enough opinion on natemac to know what’s popular and what’s unpopular… but i do not think he should be the avs captain in the future if/when landy gives it up. Imho that’s cale’s c to take (or mikko’s, even)… natemac is obviously a leader but he’s just too goddamn much of a control freak you can’t take this bitch anywhere. Like everyone needs a freak who will stand up for the team but if that guy is given free reign to yell at any time because there’s a c on his chest he will do so. i like the avs nathan’s mad-with-power arc would not suit them…

FAV RELATIONSHIP

Are you kidding me

FAV HEADCANON

he thinks milk is poison not because of its fat/sugar/caloric content but because he is lactose intolerant and unaware of it

#asks #nathan mackinnon #fav moment runners-up: winning the lady byng one year and going nuts every year after #(natemac bloody gifsets...hello...)#being shirtless on that boat with ror + tbear + brayden schenn #the Wrestling Incident

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flyinghome-againstthewind · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag, @walkinginland!! 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

8! 😅

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

234,699 (the fact that I'm almost at a quarter of a million words feels all kinds of crazy to me 🥹)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently and on ao3, just Outlander. I did a lot more fandom hopping in my youth and on ffnet.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the best by far is you (Outlander, multichap, canon-divergent - what if Faith lived?)

Beside the Seaside (Outlander, multichap, 1940s au - single parents twist on seasons 1&2)

The Lost Ones (Outlander, one-shot, modern au - Jamie and Claire are neighbors and help each other through a difficult holiday season)

Holly, Ivy, Mistletoe (Outlander, one-shot, tbbfiy holiday fic)

When My Love Reaches to Me (Outlander, one-shot, modern au - follow up to The Lost Ones)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do for most of my fics! Beside the Seaside has become a little overwhelming so I don't respond to those comments at the moment.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have to go with one of my drabble for this bc I dont usually write angsty endings for my fics, only angsty middles 😅 but I think Something to Hold Onto fits the bill for this. Though she be but 100 words, she is angsty.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the best by far is you had a pretty happy ending, but I think Soften Every Edge will hold that title once it's finished.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

There was one person who REALLY didn't like the family separation arc in tbbfiy and trolled the comment section a few times, but that's been the only true hate I've ever received on a fic.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I hadn't ever written smut before Outlander, and I blame Jamie and Claire being the two horniest muses I've ever worked with for my forray into smut writing lol. I don't write a lot of smut, but if inspiration strikes and I feel like it adds to the story, I will usually include it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of 🤞🏻 Back in my ffnet days, I had someone message me about my fic that they wanted to basically copy and paste bits and pieces of it and change the characters but keep the main storyline (staying within the same fandom, mind you... and just switching characters around) and I said ummmm no?? but thank you for asking nicely?? and then watched their stories like a hawk for a few months, but to my knowledge, they respected what I said and didn't do that 😅

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't and honestly I'm mystified by how people make that work. I've read a number of fics that were co-written by two people and the results are so cool.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't like to answer what my all-time anything is because I am indecisive 😭 but at least in terms of writing fic, I've got almost a quarter of a million words published just about Jamie and Claire, so. That answer feels obvious.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof. I never even posted it, but in my college years, I was vibing very hard with a Smallville au, wrote several chapters, it lived rent free in my mind, and never got around to finishing it. But oh my god the Themes of it all...

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization and theme, I think. I feel like if I know the characters and I know what the themes are, I can cobble together some kind of story.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting lol. It's always the joke with fic writing that you have to write a whole story around the one random scene you envisioned, and that's how most of mine start. So figuring out the plot and pacing from there is always a struggle.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I always want to include other languages that are integral to the characters (hi, jamie fraser!), but as someone who regrettably only speaks English, I get so nervous about the fact that I rely on google translate and might get it horrendously wrong and upset someone who actually speaks the language because it's That Bad. 😅 So I usually include what I can and then use indicators when someone is speaking in another language but I'm typing it in English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh god, I can't remember exactly, but I think the first fandom that I actually wrote and posted a fic for was One Tree Hill (though some of you on twitter might remember the story of 8th grade Anna turning in a chapter of her Alias fanfic for a creative writing assignment, I didn't ever end up posting that story, so that was just for me, my sister, and my 8th grade English teacher, apparently 💀)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh god. I feel like it changes depending on what I'm working on, honestly. Beside the Seaside has been super self-indulgent and fun to write, but I'm having a love-hate relationship with sharing that one with an audience at the moment. Currently, my favorite one I've written/am still writing is Soften Every Edge - I'm just very pleased with how chapter 1 turned out and loving any time I get to return to that world and that family.

I'm not sure who all has done this already, so no pressure tagging @theawkwardterrier and @behindthelabels

#fic writer meme #fic meme

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okumura-senseixxx · 1 year

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So your interested in AU's huh, then how about AU's with ARCS?✨✨

Then may I present:

✨THE GOD STRIKE ARC✨--

And a epic ost that perfectly matches it✨-

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Your welcome😎💅🏻✨✨

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just-a-new-gi-writer · 2 years

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Here for the request event: So this is a specific request for SAGAU/Villain AU(?), where god!darling is beaten and bruised by all nations and only finds solace in the arms of Khaenri'ah and her inhabitants. Meanwhile the Nations have turned against one another, from learning the truth about god!darling and what they did to them. The streets are filled with war, Archon against Archon, brother against brother. Darling is so scared, and just wants Teyvat to return how it was.

A/N: Not entirely sure what the whole ‘god!darling’ thing is. I’ve seen it a few times and can’t exactly pin down what it means- is there any difference between ‘darling’ vs ‘creator’? I thought there were some fics (like with the Puppet AU?) where ‘darling’ was someone completely separate from the reader… For this prompt, I’m going to assume that “god!darling” means the reader.

Word Count: 885

Warnings: Mentions of wounds

Masterpost

Taglist: @iyohime

Dark clouds hovered over the city of Liyue, glacially turning like an eye bearing down upon its inhabitants. An occasional bolt of lightning arced between the clouds, tinted ominously. Beneath them, the Jewel and its Harbor sat silently, almost waiting to receive their oncoming fate whatever it may be.

Many hills away, a figure half-staggered, half-ran down a quiet road, slowing and coming to a stop as they rested against the nearby rock wall, breathing heavily and clutching at their wounds. Behind them trailed a line of what was no longer blood. In the days past, they saw gold and gemstones of the deepest hues, but now the errant splatters behind them turned into shards of pale opal and the basest of metals.

The little-recognized Creator grit their teeth. Why? Why did any of this happen? A simple excursion into town, under a disguise no less, to purchase a few inconspicuous items. But no, the wrong words at the wrong time drew suspicion, a request turned to a demand. The Yuheng and her retinue had already drawn their conclusions, and they descended to seize their target. The guards tried to coerce a confession and get them to earn their sentence, but they held strong, earning them only the reprieve of a cell.

They knew little of the public story. The Tianquan had tried to interfere, as she always does, but only to impose her means and her name onto the process. Few of the elite, it seemed, were contesting the ends of the endeavor.

Word spread quickly, and the news of injustice spread faster. Half-truths and quarter-truths found their ways to the ears of those in lands abroad, sparking rage and indignation. Mondstadt could only spare her prayers, but a few brave souls managed to trade their freedom for another’s- they garnered all the attention they could to allow their Beloved a chance.

A chance that was almost turned to naught, their flight plagued with danger around every corner. The incident, combined with the recent preparations, had diverted the guards’ attention, but the same preparations had made them all ill at ease. Three times the Creator had been spotted trying to flee from the city, but the wounds and scars Liyue had given them acted as doors, of a type.

The city’s lights and lanterns slowly grew dimmer and smaller, but the growing storm only lingered and continued to gather. The golden city remained, preparing itself for its upcoming trial, not by books and laws, the Creator realized, but by steel and blood, by muscle and visions, by Geo against Electro.

On the horizon, wreathed in lightning, heralded by thunder, and beneath violet sails, a navy approached. An indignant rage, purified by injustice against the infinities, sought to strike the upstarts clean. No wonder those fools unguided by an Archon’s hand would make so great a mistake. A reminder is due.

The Qixing saw things quite differently. That candle of a nation that so often burned against itself sought a new fuel to burn, and saw nowhere better to strike than their shining city. What could those wayward islands know of justice, hunting down their own? Best for them to leave others’ affairs be.

But dealings between the two were always strained, eager to seek a spark for the touchpaper. Even now, deep in the night as it was, the dragon and tiger neared, circling and eyeing each other’s weaknesses and shortcomings. Fangs gleamed and claws shone.

A great light grew in the city, then a second, then a third. The roars reached the Creator’s ears, confirming their greatest fears. Fires began to flare, devouring buildings and supports and stalls and people all the same. The winds shifted and fed the flames, and the navy descended towards where the dragon’s scales were peeled away.

The smoke billowed up, carrying away the souls of the first to perish. The ships’ cannons belched fire and steel, tearing into the garrison. A great palace began to glow amber and drive back the ships at bay, only to be stopped by a terrible amethyst bolt tearing through tile and stone alike.

Soldiers began to disembark, guards formed ranks. The docks fell swiftly, the defenders sabotaged from behind. Some approaching ships exploded in sprays of splinters and screams, but not enough to slow them.

The city descended. Frenzied soldiers began to pour through the port’s gates into the city proper. Marshalls barked orders at their unprepared underlings. Civilians fled, sometimes finding escape, sometimes finding men-at-arms, sometimes finding their only paths blocked. The fires, of course, consumed all without judgment.

And so far away from it all, the branded Creator beheld the two great powers draw each others’ blood. Bones broke, arrows flew, pikes gouged. Steel clashed, hopes and futures disappeared, livelihoods turned to ash.

And the Creator wept, for there was nothing else to do.

There was word from the wind that a haven may yet exist, beneath countless miles of stone, swallowed in the depths of the earth and sealed away in its lithic coffin where death cannot truly touch it and where death cannot truly escape. So many others had sought that place to smother an unceasing curse and leave behind the world.

Perhaps there, you figured, you might find some company to weaken the one you bore.

#I wrote all this in one sitting #It felt like a fever dream while writing it #Hopefully it's fine #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin cult au #imposter au

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aerodaltonimperial · 2 months

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For the writer ask meme - A, D, H, J, M

A- Of all the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

One of my favorites is, of course, the monsters AU. It’s been a very long time since I was so completely overtaken by an idea that it was literally the only thing I could write, and that feeling is such an overpowering, delirious one. But aside from that, this fic (series) was the one after I told myself I was no longer saving ideas or time for writing original work, because it wasn’t worth it. Publishing doesn’t want my stuff! So I’m using it on fic instead. And it turned into a fully crafted novella that I outlined and created character arcs for—essentially, all the things I’m no longer doing outside of fic. It’s very good!! (I say very humbly.)

D- What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?

Off-hand, I would answer with any fic that leans into anxiety tends to be very personal for me. Anxiety has been a constant companion for years and years now, and any time I’m able to harness it for a fic, that ends up striking very close to home for me. So, I would say you could be all i’ve got (what’s the difference) really flew close to the sun with a lot of my own anxieties AND also some of my own personal issues lol.

H- How would you describe your writing style?

I’m a huge user (overuser?) of really visceral metaphors: I like to think of different, unique ways to describing things and working them into the narration. Seldom will I describe something with the way it actually is, and a lot of time, I like to get out there with my comparisons. Like, oh, you’re feeling worried? Your feelings are the spray of the ocean now, the waves beating against your thoughts. I think it works, and I have a lot of fun with writing, because it really opens up the descriptors I’ve got available.

J- What’s your favorite fanfic trope? Have you written it?

Oh god, I LOVE TROPES so much. I AM SUCH A TROPE-Y WRITER. I mean, a perennial favorite is Only One Bed, and I think the reason I love it so much is that it hits so many OTHER tropes that I love: forced proximity, preying on insecurities, the unconscious reaction of your body towards someone you have feelings for. I have written it SO MUCH. I have written it funny and angsty and smutty and also cursed (lol the Horrors). I love every form of it.

M- What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with? Did it turn into a story?

Weirdest AU… hmmm. Well, I did write a carnival AU, you’ve already got a ticket, there’s no turning back now. And I suppose there is the AU that set off my horror writing in fandom, which was the SCP fusion in threat level: euclid. There’s only really one that’s never made it to fic form: a guardian angel AU. (Well, that’s a lie. I also had an AU idea where people can see emotional scars on others like real scars? Never fleshed out enough, but an idea.)

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i-bring-crack · 1 year

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Ohoho~~ this is a Dark Sung Jin Woo idea x Goto Ryuji i just had in mind.

Shadow Soldier Japanese S ranks AU

This is set after Jin Woo had learned about the attack that all of them where planning to do back at Jeju. At first he had some respect for them since they helped out in Jeju but after he got to know the reason why well....

"Arise."

For Mirai Ishida, Ippei Izawa and Shimizu Akari worked on the first try.

For Kenzo Tanaka, Fumeshima Tatsumi and Kei, it took two tries.

Lastly Goto Ryuji had to be called 3 times for his soul to rise, and when he did, Jin Woo spared no feelings in making his life temporarely miserable.

As for the rest of the S ranks, he saw that they were somehow bought out or openly admited to have joined on the plan so none escaped punishment either, but at least it wasnt as worse as it had been with Ryuji.

And then the fun and twisted part starts as Ryuji gets to be obbessed by Jin Woo. A lot of it is because of the influence of the shadow monarch's domain, but some small part is also because he is thankful the crisis in Japan had been dealt with before the gate was opened.

Since they can now talk (Goto can understand the lenguage of beasts after dying and is ranked to a level close to commander with enough expirience to be given a name and be able to speak) whenever Sung Jin Woo just has time to spare, he talks to him about the past which Goto has no choice but tell him about it.

The time passes and Jin Woo grows to be more fond of that shadow, his anger hasnt fully steeped but when he and Goto spar he waves it away since its so thrilling fighting such a skilled swordsman, and more powerful than Igris nonetheless.

The others are also quite good in following Ryuji, who is like a mama duck to them, his behavior growing towards them because they are the only humans he knows off among the domain of the Shadow Monarch. Its not like he wanted to get attached to them, but there is no one else he can talk to or connect with, and all the other japanese shadows are younger than him so he has to take care of them, it was his task when he was the guild master, it isnt going to change now, so...

Goto loathes Beru, and is often rolling his eyes at all the nicknames given to Jin Woo. But he isnt better at it since he calls Jin Woo Kami-Sama, a tiwnge of his pride dying but he also isnt wrong, Jin Woo is like a god before anyone else.

He gets somewhat along with Igris. He is quiet and modest enough not to irk him. Iron and the other S ranks have a lot of more meme moments, Kei often uses Tank as a transport vehicle cuz Jin Woo already had Kaisel, and the other Healers (Shimizu and Tatsumi) plus Mira (Mage) cant keep up with the rest of the hunters in speed. Maybe they get their own bear transports that would be fun.

Greed and Kenzo often spar with their combined strenghts, they are on equal level after Kenzo leveled up from the Gians arc .

Ippei Izawa went to check on upon the Japanese S ranks that still survived, Kanae almost got a glimpse of him, but then shrugged it off thinking it was just her mind messing with him. At least Goto didnt have to worry about their well being anymore now that the S rank gate had been cleared.

Goto is able, just like Greed but a little faster, to manage to get out of the Frost Monarch's ice and strike down Queresha with the help of Beru.

Then as the battle gets serious, Beru and Il Hwang fought off against the Beast while the Frost Monarch has to keep up with Greed and Goto— whose skill managed to crack out the Ice spikes, letting the rest of the S ranks and strongest shadows join the fight, plus Igris who—

"Kill him! Kill the human before he awakens."

The frost Monarch wasnt able to reach the place were Sung Jin Woo still lay sleeping, but he definetly reached Goto's heart. And overwhelmed by the power of a Monarch, he could only watch as his shadow form turn to light ash, dissolving away the soul he had.

Yet Goto didnt make the effort to move, his death stalled enough time so as to let The Shadow Monarch, his god, awaken.

(Sung Ill Hawng didnt die, but Goto instead. :") press F to pay respects)

A god that has come back 7 years(10, yet the being spent 2 of them fighting out in the cosmos and 1 with his family) to the past and wont let him out of his watch anymore.

"I promise this time ill protect you."

And Goto slowly blinks, trying to process the tiny Jin Woo who he can't take seriously because, 1) who is he? And 2) what is a korean kid doing in the middle of his partment? he has too many questions and that boy is answering none of it.

(And now Jin Woo is the one obssesed with him.

It happened after the battle with the Beast, Plague and Frost monarch. He did his best to try and go back, in fact he chose to go back and fight instead of just living inside the dreamscape because of him and all the loved ones he's had. And then when he finally joins the fight, he sees how Shimizu and Tatsumi are frantically trying to keep Goto alive, yet his soul is still dissapearing.

It was the Frost Monarch no less. Now Jin Woo will make his death ten times as worse.

There aren't really any last words for Goto, his actions were enough, for both of them, making Jin Woo rile up even more and do whatever he can to get that chalice of reincarnation back. Sung Ill Hwang has never seen his son be so...devastated...

He had watched him up close, how Jin Woo always had that shadow soldier near him and trusted him a lot more than the others, especially in the raid on Japan he had a lot of freedom when dealing with the giants. They also talked more, and it wasn't orders or else he wouldn't have responded back in such a contemplative tone.

Well now he knows why, and he will do his best to get Jin Woo that Chalice as well as fight the other Monarchs alongside him.

And it gets even more emotional from then on as his son of 14 suddenly asks if there are any schools that teach Japanese. He knows why, and he asks him what for?

"I... I just like Japan."

"Is there anyone or anything you want to meet there?" He doesn't let too much out but he does want the kid to reflect on himself. At least for a little bit.

"Mn. There is someone I... I do want to meet... but I don't think they will like me if I don't... at least..."

"An idol?" Jin Ah asks, Jin Woo opts for that.

Sung Ill Hwang let's him. "But be careful, your view over them may be something entire different over them to you."

He doesn't ask where he is when the boy leaves for two years, but during that time he did try and search about Goto Ryuji, a parent has his worries after all. Despite being almost 15 to 20 years der, which mentally would make them both around the same age[due to the 27 year age gap, although Jinwoo is ofc older] and is a wealthy man, his coworkers respect him, he has on occasions talked to him when he went to visit Japan on a field trip. And Goto, despite being opportunistic and sometimes cold, is quite a smart man, someone independent who can even handle himself mentally. No wonder he was an S Rank before.

Sung Ill Hwang aproves.)

And then a few weeks after Jin Woo reaches 18, Goto listens to his story before the boy is promptly kicked out of the apartment complex in a matter of seconds and tells him to get back to his home.

A few weeks more and the memories get passed over, but Jin woo didn't implant them, weirdly enough, it's just his familiarity and close connections with his mana as well as the shadow Jin Woo left behind to protect him (Beru?! Seriously!?! That freaking ant! Is he a worry want or does he want me to hate him more!?!?) Did he slowly began to remember a decades worth of content in his dreams. It took like five years for everything to be fully done and processed and holy fuck. He did fall for a fucking God.

Welp now he wants to fuck the god and he doesnt even know if that are his true feelings talking or the longing of his shadow self.

His powers do come back after Jin Woo and Goto meet, whom the former is happy to give back bc he has been waiting to fight him for so long. And he can actually grow stronger than when he was at an S rank level.

As for the rest of the teammates Goto advices him that it's better not to bring their memories back. And they both agree on it.

#too ooc?#yeah for Goto at least #i mean #its Goto idk if he would be proud to be weaker than Jin Woo #he defiently becomes proud later on to be one of the best soldiers Jin Woo has #he does try to fight Beru at one point though #more like sparringly going between matches to see if he has become stronger than before.#and at like the end he is around the level of national hunters #he is proud abou that growth and reaches out to also become the strongest #but at the same time because most of the reason for why he was proud has left him he no longer wishes to aquire a title like Beru has #instead his focus is more to Jin Woo who has started to trust him alot more #as in confine hissecrets and have someone to talk about the system bc Goto just has such an unwavering loyalty/can talk+is a modern human #he tells his time as an E rank too which makes Goto miiidly concerned #prompting to check Jin Woo if he has any scratches after the raids. that Jin Woo knows will heal up but its nice for someone to care.#In a way he is a breath of fresh air that Jin Woo can turn too and has him all for himself ~#solo leveling au #goto ryuji #sung jin woo #sung jin woo x goto ryuji #dark fic #look at them being so unhealthily obbessed with one another

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