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twstjam · 10 months

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Back to your regularly scheduled twstjam simping!!! This post is also gonna be different though, because as I thought of this for Malleus I also began thinking of it for Sebek as well so now I'm doing it for all of Diasofam

Diasomnia + the Just One Bed trope prompts/scenarios

(Or at least, they were SUPPOSED to just be prompts but after Malleus I got a bit carried away with the others agdjdhdjdhd. Whoops? Oh also

DISCLAIMER: None of these are canon-compliant and I imagine them all to have a medieval fantasy setting)

Malleus

You're a traveler who had unknowingly run into the Crown Prince of Briar Valley who's on the run because Briar Valley is currently unsafe for him and he is being hunted by bounty hunters. Seeing him as a fellow aimless traveler, you decide to let him join you and the two of you grow close. The two of you have always slept in different beds or tents of course out of respect for the other's space, until, one night, while in a town, the only inn that the two of you can find with an available room only has one bed in it. Having no other options, you both take it. You had intended to let Tsunotarou take the bed. He hasn't told you much about where he's from and you don't want to pry, but you know that he's from a high-class family and isn't all that comfortable yet with a rough lifestyle. Malleus had thought he'd be okay with it too, used to being the one prioritized, but he realises that he sees you as more than just a retainer like the ones that used to accompany him and the thought of you sleeping on the floor while there's a perfectly nice bed itches his scales. So, he makes you sleep in the bed with him and you wake up in the morning with his body curled around you, warm and comforting and protective, and for the first time ever you feel like you're home.

(The rest of Diasomnia are below the cut!)

Sebek

Sebek is your friend but to be honest you don't know him too well. You're both always so busy with your own lives, you working for Crowley and him for Lord Malleus, so you rarely see each other. You're much closer and more comfortable with the other friends in your friend group, but still you wouldn't mind getting to know him more. You unexpectedly get a chance when, while on one of your jobs for Crowley, you end up in a spot of trouble and to your surprise Sebek comes to your rescue as he had also been assigned a job in the same area as you. You notice that though the two of you aren't that close and though he has a tough time dealing with a deeply-ingrained prejudice against humans, he had saved you anyway. You also notice that when you thank him and compliment his skill, he puffs out his chest with pride and his cheeks turn slightly red and you also notice that he's absolutely adorable. He seems more comfortable with you now as the two of you walk the marketplace together for supplies. Combat and the role of protector were things he prided himself in, so maybe your approval of it warmed him up to you more. Still though, it's daunting when the only available room at the only available inn has only one available bed. You offer it to him, but he refuses to let you be the more gracious one of the two of you and also to allow your frail human body to sleep on the floor. A few minutes later, you're both on your backs in the bed, pillows piled between you in a makeshift wall. It's awkward to say the least. So awkward that neither of you can sleep, so you fill in the silence with mindless chatter. Sebek listens. He also talks. Loves to talk, about anything and everything, and loves it more that you listen. The two of you wake up in the morning groggy but content, having tired yourselves out with endless conversation late into the night.

Silver (ft: angst and bittersweet ending, also not very conventional usage of the trope but I tried agshgddh)

You first saw him in a dream. Whether he was a knight in shining armor or some sort of guardian angel you had no idea. All you knew was that he was absolutely stunning. So beautiful that you didn't think it was possible he could be real. He is real though. Extremely real. He was a fellow trainee and a fellow royal guard and your friend and now he's wanted by the royal family because it was discovered that he's been secretly passing information to the fae. He disappears in the middle of the night but you see him again in your dreams so you go look for him, look for answers, because maybe you're a fool and maybe you're naive but you can't imagine your sweet, earnest comrade who in your opinion is much too gentle to be a guard could be so malicious as to betray you and your other friends in the royal guard. You see him in your dreams. He tries to run from you but you chase him and he lures you into the dark forests of the fae and they swarm you, but there's a fluttering of bats' wings and Silver is there right in front of you and his eyes are filled with pain and disbelief as he looks at you. Silver takes you to his childhood home and tends to your wounds. You discover that he's human but has always been fae, has been surrounded by them since before he learned how to walk, and his father is none other than the most fearsome one of them all: General Vanrouge. You don't want to believe him. Even though the proof is all around you in the homey lived-in cottage you're sitting in, you refuse to believe him, to believe that your friendship was all a part of his big undercover act to gather information for the fae, for his father. So instead, you lie back in his childhood bed and try to process it all. Silver looks like he wants to say something, apologise maybe, but he dozes off before he can. You can't help but laugh. It tastes bittersweet on your tongue and your eyelids are drooping and you fall asleep next to him just like you used to. At least in your dreams it's easy to pretend everything's alright.

Lilia (ft: Enemies to Lovers trope)

Fae General Vanrouge is your sworn enemy and rival and you thought that you'd feel triumphant at his capture, but instead the image of him beaten, bruised, and bloody makes you feel sick to your stomach. You realise that you're the only one who views him as an adversary and an equal. To everyone else, he's just an animal. A monster meant to be slaughtered—and you are the one that they want to bestow that honor on. They want you to execute him, in front of all your people and your men, to the ugly music of jeers and mockery and laughter. You know he's a killer. Have seen it with your own eyes. You've seen his downfall in your sleep, dreamt of it in each waking moment you were on the battlefield, so why does the actual moment feel so horrific and wrong? It's the look in his eyes. You see yourself reflected in them along with the blood that has been spilled by both your hands and his and make the morbid realisation that this monster is the only one you have ever understood and the only one who has understood you, a fellow monster, in return. He slips out of his chains because of course he does who were you kidding and you should stop him but you don't. Your betrayal is witnessed by many. The king wants an execution but like Hell you'll let it be you, so just like Vanrouge, you flee and disappear. Just like Vanrouge, you end up in a blanket of darkness and unintentionally stumble on your long-time enemy in the woods. Just like Vanrouge, you make a begrudging truce and go on the run together because you know the human lands well and he doesn't and two heads are better than one. The two of you accept an unoccupied inn room despite it only having one bed out of desperation and spend a long time competing with each other to decide who gets to sleep on it. The both of you put off sleeping on it together and you know you will sleep on it together because you're both exhausted and sore from a long time on the road and because you both understand each other too much after so long dancing on the battlefield together but neither of you are quite ready to come to terms with it yet. You have to eventually though, because it's late and you're both in desperate need of rest and so you both fall into bed next to each other and your scarred limbs and calloused skin slot together perfectly. You hold each other with bloody, war-torn hands and feel more comfortable than either of you have ever felt with anyone else.

#disney twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #silver vanrouge #lilia vanrouge #diasomnia #malleus draconia x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst silver x reader #silver vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #matcha writes a bit

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nervocat · 8 months

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Hello. I read everything from you so far and am so happy to find someone who prefers to write sfw (⁠^⁠^⁠).

Can I request Neuvillette x male reader?

Reader is a carefree, simple, humble farmer/worker from lower class who's a bit slower with actions and intelligence.

Reader is the only person that knows Neuvillette's soft side and who Neuvillette has keeps close to himself because our Chief of justice is whole days around all smart and noble people that he just appreciates some normal/simple chat.

People of higher class talking rumours since reader always shows up at trials as support to Neuvillette in their work clothes (reader doesn't have any pretty clothes)

(sorry if it's too much)

★ 📝 — notes: omg, my first request! Hi hi!! And it's not too much, I like the idea. I hope this is up to your standards ^^

Also this was super fun to write and I'm happy with how this turned out. My favorite writing so far honestly and I added some things to the request for added depth to the request, hope you don't mind. Made my day btw when you requested this and said you read and like all my writings, I appreciate it. And I have something in the works for Flufftober to anyone who sees this, it's for Omori, I just had to get this out because I couldn't miss this silly little opportunity

— word count: 1.0k , fandom: genshin impact , cw: bittersweet end, but still fluff, sorry if you didn't want that — ✦

" Farmer and the Chief Justice "

You were one of the people in Fontaine who were less-known and technically "lower class," but no one treated you as such. You were actually quite respected since you were a Farmer of Fontaine, supplying the Fontainians with the fruit and vegetables they love. You also grew things for the Melusines, which they supplied you with since they have some of their own special crops. This one day catches the eyes of the Iudex, the Chief Justice, Neuvillette.

The Melusines told Neuvillette all about you to the way you looked to the way you farmed things for them. Sigewinne even told him about you and how you send stuff to her in the Fortress of Meropide. Currently, you were out getting seeds for yourself in the Court of Fontaine and Neuvillette was walking with the Traveler and Paimon, discussing something when he caught sight of you. A Melusine saw that you had Neuvillette were in proximity, and went up to you to get your attention and gently tugged you away to him. The person selling you the seeds just laughed and put what you would've purchased to the side, waiting until you get back to come buy them. The Melusine stopped in front of Neuvillette and the Traveler with you in tow, Paimon startled by the eagerness of the Melusine and the sudden appearance of you two.

"Monsieur Neuvillette! This is the farmer I was telling you about, [name]!" She introduced you with a smile, her mitten-shaped hands holding onto your hand as you caught your breath from being suddenly pulled away. You perked up though when you heard the name "Neuvillette" and looked up to him in front of you.

"M-Monsieur Neuvillette? What are you doing here?" You inquire. "And the Traveler? Paimon? This certainly isn't what I expected when I went to buy seeds.." You added in a murmur. The Melusine ushered you forward, happy that her two favorite people have finally met, the Melusines around also radiating happiness.

That was when you first met Neuvillette, about almost a year ago, and now you're in a happy, secret relationship with him.

Neuvillette went to visit you in your house when he had the time to and you came over to his office even more frequently. You also always go to the trials if you're not busy — which you normally never are unless you have something like an infestation of insects. The rain goes on for longer those days after the trial. You know he's the Hydro Dragon, so when you're done taking care of the infestation you make sure to shower him in love and give him a gift or two (aka your finest crops and maybe something else occasionally). You always go in your farming clothes, which you make sure are clean, in the trials and smile at Neuvillette encouragingly all the time.

When the classified higher classes catch onto this much later into your relationship, they start to gossip and word spreads throughout Fontaine within a month and people want confirmation if it's true, even Furina, but they'll have to wait for a while to have that information confirmed by you two. Charlotte even tries to get info for some exclusive news, but she also fails. The only ones who know of you two are the Traveler and Paimon and Sigewinne and Wriothesley. They keep their secrets well enough and won't tell anyone (though Traveler has to quiet Paimon occasionally).

You two aren't great with expressing love through actions, so you give him your crops and he gives you seashells a lot. He loves what you make with your crops for him and you have an entire little collection of seashells in a drawer in your room and have them around your house. Neuvillette always feels oddly happy when he sees the seashells he gives you around the house.You decide to try each other's hobby at one point and you both fail, Neuvillette not really knowing how to care for crops and you not getting how to taste the differences between waters, but you let each other ramble to one about the said hobby.

While you're not dumb, you're not smart either. You're empathetic which could lead to you getting scammed for something but Neuvillette makes sure you don't. You tell him he shouldn't worry so much, but you forget it later. Since you're also so carefree while Neuvillette is not, you tend to not overexert yourself with work and just hang around with Melusines. You scold Neuvillette sometimes if he overwork himself at all and he just apologizes, to which you wave a dismissive hand and hug him, preying tk Archons that no one comes in the office. You make sure Neuvillette takes care of himself and Sigewinne appreciates it.

When you and Neuvillette have alone time together, he always seems more relaxed around you, clinging to you when he can and follows you around your house or keeps stealing glances of you if you're in his office or in a trial. He loves you alot but won't say it with words.

Neuvillette keeps you close to himself in the sense you're the only person he's let himself be so close with. He knows you'll never be guilty of a crime, and if you were ever to be, it'd be silly and just a few day sentence for something someone trying to get back at Neuvillette or get something out of him to hint at a deep bond. Sigewinne and Wriothesley would care for you, don't worry.

One thing that worried Neuvillette though was that since you were both guys, he worried that the Fontainians would judge you two harshly maybe and hate you both feverently and try to get Neuvillette out of his Chief Justice position, but the people who knew accepted you two and the people of Fontaine happy of the possibility of such a respected figure like Neuvillette to be in a community such as this. Some are not respectful about that possibility, but they get shut away by the people of Fontaine for it. Neuvillette's happy to know the people accept him and you, and the skies are a lot sunnier for years.

You and Neuvillette love each other so much and you have little to no issues in your relationship and you stay together even after your death, with him visiting your grave all the time. The skies are always rainy and stormy after your death, but he cherishes you and never took you for granted. ☆

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

#— ★ nervos published books #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x male reader #x male reader #neuvillette x male reader

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curtsycream · 4 months

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My Greatest Love, My Greater Enemy

James Potter x F!Reader

endgame is Remus x Reader but it’s still James centric for the angst. I love that trope where one falls first but the other falls harder yet it’s too late to do anything about it. Not proofread, oops

No one tells you when it’s too late how much it hurts. No one warns you of the pain in your heart when it happens. No one tells you that you’ll spend many days and nights worrying about why it happened. No one does…

Her eyes followed his as he looked across the hall at her. The way his smile changed from being subtle to a full blown grin. Yet she didn’t falter remembering his mischievous nature.

But it didn’t stop her from comparing herself to Lily Evans. The redhead was an image that lingered in her mind at night. Sometimes she took up too much space and all she could think about was how much it would hurt if he loved her.

Though that thought was just an idea one that wasn’t true until it was. As she sat in the common room beside her friend she couldn’t think of anything to say. But he could, he always could when she was around.

It was a bittersweet feeling being happy for someone while also dreading that you weren’t the reason for it. Though it was her own fault she never had the right words to use. She never knew how to tell him just how much he meant to her.

Until it was too late.

Standing in front of James she looked anywhere but at him. The confession still fresh on her tongue as she waited for him to say something, anything really. But as her eyes found their way back up to his face he looked worried.

It took everything in her not to crack a smile and tell him it was just a joke. But she knew better than that, he would know better than that.

“I’m sorry dove, but I just don’t feel the same.”

Those words when he spoke them didn’t hurt as much as she thought. Maybe it was the way he looked at her as if she would break on the spot. Or the way he said those words as if she was fragile and needed to be held onto.

“It’s okay, Jamie.”

He found it odd the way his heart sank when she didn’t hang off every word he said. How she no longer waited for him after quidditch practice to tell him he did well. Or even when she would offer him one of her many baked goods because she was curious of the taste.

But what he found the strangest is how his heart ached when she began to do those things with someone else. He wasn’t upset when she hung off of every word Remus said or how she would sit in the common room and read with him. Or even how she would go up to Remus and offer him those same baked goods.

What he felt for Lily was spurred on by his many years of playfulness. But what he felt for her was something much more what he felt for her made his heart pound in his chest.

It left him anticipating seeing the way she would laugh to herself when she read. How her eyes held a tiny hint of mischief when he would talk about pulling a prank with the other marauders. But most of all he just missed having her treat him the way she used to.

But he was too late as he watched Remus kiss her forehead as she handed him a cookie. The look in their eyes was mutual and it pained him even more. It continuously reminded him of how his eyes were filled with something different when she confessed to him.

Hesitation.

‘If only’ rang deep in his mind as he finally looked away from them snuggled up together. In another universe he would probably be laughing and smiling and nothing bad would have happened to them. But in this universe he had no one but himself to blame for hesitating.

But oh how the universe will always be his greatest friend and his biggest enemy.

Expect a Regulus, James, and Robin Buckley fix soon. I have three or four lined up. I also have a few requests to get to before I do a few more smut fics

#james potter #james potter x reader #james x reader #marauders #marauders era #angst #xreader #x reader #James blurb #f!reader #James fic

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akiswife1237 · 3 months

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Somewhere only we know

Little Satoru drabble thing I thought of in the shower LOL

AFAB READER !

tw: angst, death, reader and Satoru are in a hospital, fluff, both reader and Satoru have sickness that will be unnamed, bittersweet ending, short(?)fic

Meeting Satoru after your illness leaves you hospitalized once again.

The doctors thought it was a good idea to put you two together since you both had the same illness and it would make check-in easier—for them at least.

He annoyed you at first, honestly, with his never-ending boasting and never-ending chit chat. You felt like he could go all day just talking about himself.

Although you were annoyed, you were in fact listening to him, and as much as you wanted to block him out, he was the only entertainment in the room.

You learned that he was quite popular at his school and was the best player on his basketball team. He also loved partying and practiced martial arts on the side.

His life seemed so lively, compared to yours. You felt bad that his illness seemed to take his freedom away.

You expected him to get tired after yapping your ear off, but when he was done going on and on about himself, he began to ask about you.

Much to your surprise.

You didn't have much going on. To be honest, your life was the exact opposite of Satoru's.

Nights where you could've been partying or getting into mischief were filled with studying or work; you felt as if enjoying yourself would only slow you down and that you'd fall behind.

You expected Satoru to actually get bored, this time; since all you really told him about was your career plans and a bunch of things that would seem uninteresting to a person like him, but he listened and responded to everything with such enthusiasm and interest.

Talking to him... wasn't so bad.

As the months went on, you and Satoru continued to form a close bond. He was just so easy to talk to, and he thought the same of you.

The nights you both couldn't sleep were spent talking about anything and everything. You eventually opened up to him about your life, and he just felt himself becoming more intrigued by you.

You were staring up at the ceiling as you talked, but as you took a quick glance to your left, you noticed Satoru was laying on his side, staring at you intently as you spoke.

The moonlight shone over him from the window, and it only made his features stand out more; his slightly messy, snow white-like hair and ocean blue eyes, to match, complimented the moon so well. He was practically moonlight itself.

You felt yourself blushing and began to stumble over your words. Had he always been that pretty? Geez.. Get a grip.

Before you could indulge in his looks any further, you quickly went back to staring back up at the ceiling as you continued your ramble.

Little did you know:

"You're very pretty, Y/N."

He had been staring too.

(You went to sleep with a red face and racing heart that night.)

The months continued to go by, and unfortunately, both of your conditions seemed to worsen.

Late-night talks were filled with heavy coughs and labored breaths. Doing simple things, such as talking, began to get harder.

On nights you didn't have the energy to speak, Satoru did the talking, and vice versa.

You noticed how when he talked, he took multiple glances at you, just to make sure you were okay, and when you smiled in confirmation, he felt huge amounts of relief wash over him every time.

You were becoming someone very important to Satoru, and he was becoming very important to you too.

The more you got to know Satoru, the more you realized how much your perspective on life had changed..

Before, you couldn't care less if your sickness had killed you. You thought you had nothing to look forward to in life anyway.

But being able to wake up, talk to, and laugh with Satoru up until the late hours of the night was something you subconsciously looked forward to every day.

Satoru, though he didn't outright vocalize it (neither of you really did), was slowly getting lost in his own thoughts as well. Thoughts of you.

He found himself imagining what life would be like if you two had met under different circumstances, if you two weren't cooped up in this damn hospital room, slowly rotting away...

He had become attached to you, undeniably so. Every day and night he spent with you made his whole stay a thousand times better. He could almost forget the past life he used to have; it practically meant nothing now that you had entered his life.

He had fallen. Hard. Hell, he fell the first time you were wheeled into the hospital room.

Your smile, your laughter, the way your features only enhanced when the sun or moon shone down on you—it was all turning him into a lovesick fool—something he had never been before.

He thought about all of the dates you two would go on, the walks you would take, the kisses you could share, being able to actually hold you...

His fantasies were soon interrupted and came crumbling down when he heard you let out a nasty cough.

His head darted in your direction, and he was saddened when he realized just how much you'd paled.

He wanted to reach out and do anything to reassure you that everything would be okay.

But you both knew there was no truth in that statement.

Satoru had convinced the nurses (more like pleaded) to move your beds just a biiiit closer together, and when you awoke, you found yourself frozen when you realized just how much closer to Satoru you were.

Satoru thought he had this situation under control, that he'd say a cool one liner when you woke up, but it wasn't his illness that made him weak this time-

It was you.

Gorgeous eyes that sleepily stared up at him with the cutest, confused expression. He could see it all so much clearer now, and it was turning his brain into mush

What could he say... What could he do?

His plan backfired onto him and he tried to play it cool by giving a smirk as he turned more towards you, the only thing keeping you apart being the stupid hospital bed bars that he wishes he could rip off.

"Y/N, if you wanted to scoot closer you could've told me~"

He teased, which earned a small giggle from you that eased all of his worries away.

It was now late at night, and you and Satoru were doing your usual talks, but as Satoru looked at you, more urges rose within him as he stared down at your hand

This is the most he could do...

You trailed off with your words when you felt a warm hand envelop yours slowly, and you were quick to look down in surprise when you saw Satoru's hand holding your own.

As he intertwined your fingers, you slowly looked up to see him staring into your eyes with an expression you couldn't even describe...

A mix of love, grief, and peace managed to swirl in his eyes all at once as he stared at you longily, just wishing he could do more; it killed him more than the stupid sickness was.

The look he gave you was enough to know how he was feeling, and you hated that you began to look at him the same way

"Satoru.."

You whispered, trying to supress the tears welling up in your eyes as the bitter truth began to rear its head

The bitter truth is that this was absolutely the right person at the wrong time. You hated those tropes in the movies and books, but here you were, barely holding onto a man whose time is as limited as yours.

You thought you didn't care whether you lived or died, so why is it that you whisper these words out?

"I...I'm scared... I don't... I don't wanna die yet... I... I finally found something i wanted to live for and I realized it as such a shitty time..."

You confessed, and Satoru is quick to try and lean over to wipe the tears that have spilled onto your pretty face, but it takes a lot of strength to even move to get you, and he's cursing himself, cursing this damn sickness.

"...Y/N... who says this is the end? If- If there's a paradise or a heaven or even if there's nothing but a fucking void after death. I'll find you... I promise."

Satoru says this firmly and gives your hand three squeezes as he puts on a determined look that's full of love and promise.

It's enough to reassure you and put you at ease, so you sniffle with a smile as you try your best to giggle.

"Even if we are reborn, Satoru, my heart has only known you, so I'll find you again.."

Now Satoru is tearing up as he shakily brings your hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, wet tears fall on them but you don't care.

It's been about three days, and the both of you are in the same critical condition.

Satoru can barely turn his head to look at you anymore, and he knows his time is nearly up.

You're fairing about the same, and you use the last of your strength to weakly look over at Satoru, and if you had the strength, you'd giggle when you realize he's trying to do the same.

As you make eye contact, you feel your life flash before your eyes, but this time, new memories filled with Satoru are added, as well as fantasies of what could have been.

No matter where you two ended up, Satoru would make sure over a thousand times again that he'd never let you go. He'd give you what he couldn't in this life, in this place.

You both share a smile that's barely there, and he gives your hand one last squeeze before everything slowly dark.

"I'll see you wherever we end up, my love."

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru

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eras-mus · 6 months

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Hey, I see you wanted request, so here i am !

Can I ask for Ace or Sebek meeting and falling in love for a male or gn reader that is sarcastic and hate people ?

You can ignore if you don't want to write it, have a good day.

-Anon (sorry for the bad english, it's not my first language)

What An Asshole!

Ace Trappola x Male Reader

†Reader is not Yuu

I LOVE THIS IDEA

Ace was a dick.

He would prank everyone, he was loud, and a general problem to most.

But at least he had a good heart.

Y/n on the other hand.

He just hated everyone, and seemingly everything.

He ignored people sometimes, always has a sarcastic remark, and just was cunt.

Everyone knew this about the two freshmen, it was quite obvious. Though it was strange when the both of them appeared on good terms.

The guy who hated everyone and everything friends with the most obnoxious person in their year? No.

But it happened anyway. Kinda.

Ace would follow Y/n around like a puppy begging for a treat, happy with any response he got from the other guy, even a rude one.

"I don't see why you like him" Deuce commented "He's such an asshole"

"He's not so bad once you get to know him!" Ace argued.

"Once again the mighty Grim agrees with Deuce!" Grim proclaimed.

The three had been sitting at a lunch table, waiting on Yuu, when the discussion of Aces new 'friend' came up.

"NOBODY ASKED YOU GRIM!"

Ace was quickly met with a hand to the back of his head.

"Don't talk to Grim like that" A certain perfect responded before taking their seat next to said cat.

"Get 'em hench-human!"

"What were you guys talking about anyway?" Yuu asked, taking the first bite of their food.

"Ace's friend, Y/n L/n"

"Oh you mean his boyfriend~" Yuu winked, speaking a little to loudly for Aces comfort.

"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"

"The color of you face says otherwise" Deuce chimed in.

"I'm not even in to guys!" Ace slammed his head into the table.

"At least I don't look like I have rabies" A sarcastic voice said from a distance.

"Speak of the king of the dead*" Grim whispered.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME FRESHMAN" A particularly upset beastman yelled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were deaf too." He spoke in a bittersweet voice before walking off.

"PUSSY!" The beastman shouted, trying to get the last word in.

"Hey y/n" Ace greeted as said boy walked by.

"Hey" He spoke, not even making eye contact.

"Oh young love" Deuce spoke.

"How I miss it" Yuu joins in.

"Don't you have a cauldron to summon or something" Ace rolled his eyes.

"ONE TIME MAN! ONE TIME!"

"Sure it was"

Later on, after classes, Ace found himself wondering the campus looking for something, or better put, someone.

And there he was, the guy of his dreams just wondering the halls. He always looked so prefect, from the way he held himself to the way his eyes traced the floor.

Until he saw a familiar pair of shoes that is.

"There you are, I was looking for you" Y/n spoke in a kinder tone then most would've gotten. "Do you want to come back to my dorm again tonight?"

"I was hoping you would say that" Ace laughed "I may or may not have swapped the tea sugar for salt and I do t want to be there when Riddle finds out."

Y/n couldn't help but also let out a slight laugh. He then took a look around, making sure no one was near, before grabbing Aces chin and pulling him in for a soft kiss.

But something that started out innocent soon was taken over by Aces greed and the two boys were now hungry for each others lips.

*get it? Instead of speak of the devil it's speak of the king of the dead since :)

#ace trapolla #male reader #twst x male reader #twst scenarios #ace trapolla x reader #Ace Trappola x male reader #twst x reader #ace twst #deuce spade #grim twst #twst yuu

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sissyisawitch · 6 months

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You're Losing Me

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: After seven years of relationship, MC feels neglected by Sebastian when he's been spending too much time at work.

Word Count: ~3k

Author's Note: So Taylor Swift finally released You're Losing Me a few days ago, and in honour of my favourite song of hers, I wanted to write a short story based on it. Also, this is the very first one shot I've ever written, so if anyone ever reads this, I hope it's not too bad and that you'll enjoy it.

Warnings: Angst with no happy ending If you've listened to the song, you know what I'm talking about.

MC was sitting alone in the dimly lit living room of her and Sebastian’s flat in London. She had been waiting in the same place for almost two hours, dressed in a long, elegant lace dress. Sebastian had promised to pick her up on his way home from work to take her to the restaurant to ‘celebrate a special occasion’. But he was almost two hours late.

Just like every day.

Weary of waiting without doing anything, MC stood up and found herself drawn to an old framed photograph resting on top of the mantelpiece.

The faded image depicted Sebastian and her in the early days of their relationship. They had been together for just over a year, recently graduated from Hogwarts, and had just finished moving in together. In the picture, MC was grinning and waving at Anne who was taking the photo, while Sebastian only had eyes for his girlfriend and placed a tender kiss on her cheek, clinging to her waist. Their smiles were genuine, and their eyes sparkled with the innocence of young love. It was a time when laughter flowed effortlessly, and every shared glance held the promise of a bright future.

This picture had been taken in front of the same fireplace, where MC was now standing alone. The slightest noise she made echoed through the empty flat.

As she traced her fingers over the photograph, a wave of nostalgia washed over her, bringing both warmth and sorrow. MC could not help but notice the drastic contrast between the joy reflected in that frozen moment, and the current state of their relationship. Whereas at the very beginning, Sebastian had always been by her side and found it hard to part with her, he now had little time for her, preferring to devote his entire days and weeks to his job as a researcher for the Ministry. The smiles that once came so easily had become strained, and the sparkle in his eyes had dimmed.

The passage of time had woven complexities into the fabric of their connection, and the former carefree happiness seemed like a distant memory. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she pondered the journey they had taken, acknowledging the inevitable changes that had altered the landscape of their once-unblemished love story. The photograph became a poignant reminder of the bittersweet nature of time and the inevitable evolution of their relationship.

Nothing had gone according to plan.

Their original plan was to get married soon after leaving school, and then start a family together.

But Sebastian had wanted to put off the idea of marriage until they had found a home together. When they did find somewhere to live, he wanted to wait until he had more money to support them both, even though MC had a job of her own. Then, once he had enough money, he wanted to wait for his career to develop, and for him to climb higher up the social ladder.

Long story short, Sebastian always wanted more, and therefore still had not proposed to MC in the seven years of their relationship.

Lately, MC had been coming home to an empty flat, sleeping in a cold bed, and spending her weekends alone, with Sebastian becoming increasingly more obsessed with his work. MC, in her attempt to be the bravest soldier, had not made any remark to Sebastian about it. She had sacrificed pieces of herself, bleeding emotionally in secret to keep their relationship intact. Instead, she spent many evenings sitting in the dark, wondering if it was time, if their relationship had finally come to a dead end.

At this point, the only cure for their couple would be for Sebastian to propose.

MC remembered Poppy's words. When the Hufflepuff had come to visit her earlier in the day, she had told her that this impromptu dinner at the restaurant was suspicious, that he was bound to propose. He had asked her to wear her best dress, after all. Besides, it would explain why he had been even more absent than usual in recent weeks; he had certainly been busy planning the perfect proposal.

Once her friend had sown the seeds of doubt in her mind, MC could not resist the urge to rummage through Sebastian’s belongings. In the drawer of his bedside table, she eventually found a jewellery order form, with a red stamp reading ‘paid and delivered’ across it.

All of MC’s doubts had vanished. He was going to propose to her this evening, and she had put her glad rags on for the occasion.

“MC! I’m home!” She heard Sebastian call from the doorway. “Are you ready to go?”

**********

After a delicious dinner at a fancy restaurant of Diagon Alley, the couple indulged in their dessert. MC’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her mind racing with thoughts of a romantic proposal. She anticipated the moment when he would make a magnificent declaration of everlasting love to her, get down on one knee and take out the beautiful engagement ring he had chosen specifically for her.

As Sebastian poured them both champagne, he cleared his throat, “So, as you know, I've brought you here to celebrate a special occasion.”

“Yes?” She grinned at him, more ready than ever for what was going to happen next.

“Well brace yourself, because I have been promoted! You're looking at the new head of the Ministry’s research department.” He announced with a smile of professional triumph.

An amalgam of surprise and disappointment replaced MC’s initial beaming smile.

“That's wonderful news, honey…” MC managed to reply, trying to mask her unmet expectations with a supportive tone.

She had imagined this evening to be the oh-so-awaited milestone in their relationship, a step towards a shared future. Instead, Sebastian was excitedly explaining to her that he will be dedicating even more time to his career, and be even less present for her.

“It was Alcamene, the department secretary, who helped me get this promotion. Her uncle is in a powerful position at the Ministry, and she spoke to him about me. It was really nice of her, so I bought her a necklace to thank her.”

The champagne lost its sparkle as the weight of his words sank in. MC had not been given the declaration she had so longed to hear. Instead, she had received a proclamation of increasing separation. Added to this heartbreak, was the gut-wrenching betrayal that Sebastian had given a piece of jewellery to another woman, when he had not bought her one for years.

If hell was a place on earth, MC was right in the middle of it.

“Couldn't you have asked Ominis?” She asked bitterly, and Sebastian only shrugged nonchalantly.

“I didn't want to bother him. I'm already asking too much from this bloke.” He chuckled.

“Right.” She took a sip of champagne, but the taste lingered on her tongue with a hint of unfulfilled expectations, and the realisation that the gulf between them was about to widen even further. “So, in practical terms, now that you've been promoted, what more are you gonna do?”

“I'm going to be in charge of planning all the research. For my first project, I wanted to do things on a grand scale, so we're going to go in search of a stone that's rumoured to be able to cure any illness or curse. Me and the team are going on a five-month expedition to Estonia.”

MC nearly spat out her champagne, “I’m sorry, what? You’re going to be away for five months? And in Estonia?”

“I know it seems like a long time, but don't worry, time will fly by in the blink of an eye. I'll be back before you know it.” He flashed her a comforting smile that did nothing to reassure the girl.

“Is this expedition really necessary?” She asked, begging him between the lines not to leave, not to abandon her.

“You know it's a subject that matters a lot to me. This stone could help so many people, especially Anne.”

“But Anne's condition has stabilised thanks to my ancient magic.”

Sebastian let out a heavy sigh, “Maybe, but I’m sick and tired of you having to visit her every week to put her out of her misery. The curse is still present in her body, and your ancient magic is clearly not a long-term solution.”

MC found herself unable to form the response he was waiting for. She was too busy imagining her near future, where she would wake up alone every morning, make coffee for just one person, have no one to kiss or hug, and come home to an empty flat at night to lie in a cold bed. In the end, she realised, it would not be much different from now. There would just be a thousand miles separating them, and it would last longer than usual.

Her glazed over eyes reflected her quiet resignation. Deep down, she understood that convincing him to prioritise their relationship over his career ambitions – and especially a remedy for his twin sister – would be futile. After all the means he had used to try to save Anne – from a Shrivelfig to losing himself to the Dark Arts – it was obvious that he would never stop, not until she was entirely out of danger.

“You could be a bit more enthusiastic for me, MC. I'm finally going to do something that counts, that could make history, and here you are sulking.” Sebastian threw his napkin on the table in annoyance.

“Let’s go home. I’m tired.”

**********

The night air was crisp as MC and Sebastian returned from the restaurant, in complete silence, the remnants of their dinner conversation lingering uncomfortably in the space between them. As they stepped through the front door of their flat, the air became thick with loss and indecision.

As they stood in the living room, near the fireplace, MC took a deep breath and turned to face Sebastian, her eyes searching his familiar chestnut ones for a connection that had eluded them for far too long.

“Sebastian…” She started, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. “Did you have another question for me this evening?”

Sebastian frowned in incomprehension, “No… Why?”

“Nothing, forget it.” She glared at Sebastian with storms in her eyes.

But he unfortunately remained oblivious to the dying embers of their love, “No, tell me, because you’ve been acting strange tonight. I don't understand.”

She scoffed bitterly, “I know you don’t.”

“Love… Talk to me, please.” He approached her slowly, as if trying to tame a frightened little animal, and then reached out to cup her face in his hands, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.

For a moment, MC leant into his touch, feeling as if she were in the presence of the old Sebastian, the one who cherished and cared for her, a presence she missed agonisingly now. She lifted her gaze to look at him, believing that the man she absolutely adored had returned, but when she saw that the flame in his eyes was still extinguished, she was quickly brought back to reality, and reluctantly pushed him away.

MC, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words, was overcome by a surge of courage, “When are you going to marry me, Sebastian?”

“Soon, baby. I promise.”

“You’ve been saying that for years…” She shook her head in disbelief, as if she were trying to push away the terrifying thoughts that perhaps she simply was not enough for him. “You know… I’d understand if you didn’t want to marry. I wouldn’t either. I’m just some boring people pleaser…”

Sebastian was quick to take her hand in his and reassure her (or at least try), “Hey, you know it’s nothing like that, darling. I told you I wanted my situation to get better before committing myself.”

“But your situation couldn’t be better!” She withdrew her hand from his abruptly, her tone becoming louder and louder as she grew increasingly frustrated. “You’re an honoured researcher, who’s able to afford anything he wants with his salary, but you’re never satisfied! What could you possibly want more?”

“I want to be the best. For you. Because you deserve it.”

MC laughed humourlessly in his face, “And yet, here you are, not even able to give me the worst, because you’re not giving me anything anymore, Sebastian! I barely see you anymore! It… It’s like we’re not a couple anymore! I can’t bear the distance between us any longer.”

“MC, calm down.” Sebastian said in a firmer tone, as if warning her not to take this argument any further. It was palpable that his irritation was growing too. “It’s only a matter of time. You just have to be a bit more patient. It’s not that bad–”

“Not that bad? I’ve waited seven years, Sebastian! I’ve been more than patient! I gave you all my best me's, and my endless empathy, but all you’ve done these past months is ignore me! Anyone else would’ve left you long ago!” At this point, MC was fully screaming at him, no longer having the strength or desire to contain her torrent of emotions any longer.

The intensity of her outburst left Sebastian taken aback, her words cutting him like a sharp dagger straight to the heart. A stunned expression etched itself across his face. He stood there, momentarily at a loss for words.

MC was biting her nails to the quick as she stared at him. She was waiting for him to find the miracle solution to all their problems, like he always did, and for their relationship to be saved. However, he did nothing more than stare right back at her, lips parted as he struggled to find a response that could bridge the growing chasm between them.

The icy silence reminded them that their relationship was nothing more than a ship that was slowly sinking. Its demise was inevitable. This realisation was unbearable for MC, who could not stop herself from snapping at Sebastian.

“Do something, Sebastian. Say something. You’re losing me!”

The echoes of her plea filled the space, and for a moment, the silence spoke volumes. Sebastian, caught off guard by the rawness of her honesty, met her gaze, recognising the urgency in her eyes. It was a pivotal moment, the point of no return where they needed to confront the cracks in their relationship and decide whether to mend or let go.

“I love you, MC.” Sebastian finally said. These were the only words his mind could muster.

MC huffed at how basic and devoid of authenticity his declaration was, “How can you say that you love someone you can’t tell is dying?”

Sebastian stammered, his usual poised demeanour shattered by the force of her cold indifference, “I… I… I don’t know. I don’t know what to say…”

“Then I’ll make it easier for you. It’s either me or your research. You have to choose now.”

“I can’t believe it!” He exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips in exasperation. “You can’t ask that of me, MC. I need to do this research, but you have to understand that it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. You’ve got to believe me.”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, “I’ve got nothing to believe unless you’re choosing me.”

Sebastian, confronted with the reality of losing the woman he had taken for granted, faced a choice that could either breathe life back into their love or push it beyond the point of no return. Nevertheless, he did not need to rack his brains for very long, for his choice was already made.

“I’m going on this trip, whether you like it or not. It’s too important.”

MC’s eyes widened at his answer.

“More important than me?” She asked, her facade of indifference cracking in the same way as her voice.

Sebastian looked away without responding, but there was no need to. His silence spoke louder than any words ever could.

And just like that, he had dealt the final blow, carrying away with it the last vestiges of MC’s feelings for him.

Her heart, once resilient like a phoenix, now struggled to find a pulse. Her heart would not start anymore for him. She was tired of always having to mend the gashes he had been inflicting on her heart every day for months. She was done.

“Leave this house.” MC ordered in a weak, strained voice, indicating that her tears were about to flow.

“MC…” Sebastian called her name like a prayer to reconsider her decision.

“LEAVE!” She shouted again, this time firmly to force Sebastian to comply. “I don’t want to ever see you again, Sebastian.”

Sebastian nodded in resigned agreement, and retreated to what is – or rather once was – their shared bedroom. He mechanically began to pack his belongings, the act itself a silent testament of their love being beyond repair. The sound of clothes shuffling and drawers closing punctuated the oppressive silence that did nothing to help forget about the gravity of the situation.

With one last lingering gaze at the space that held memories both beautiful and painful, Sebastian shouldered the weight of his bags and walked towards the door, leaving behind his home, his lover, his best friend, and his life.

The thud of the door closing behind him sounded the death knell of seven years spent together, brutally gone up in smoke.

Her tears began to flow down her cheeks, as abundant as torrential rain. MC was suddenly overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss that instantly made her collapse to the floor of a room that had once been a sanctuary of light and love. She looked around the gloomy room that was adorned with remnants of their shared history, and had now become a silent witness to their break-up. Photos, souvenirs, and gifts of them were everywhere. MC had no idea if she was supposed to throw out everything or keep it.

They had chosen this flat together. They had bought it for its living room, which they both loved because of the light. That same room was now shrouded in the darkness, with MC alone and crumpled to the ground, crying her eyes out.

She could not believe what had just happened. She could not comprehend how everything had gone downhill so rapidly.

Sebastian had lost her.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow angst

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quitealotofsodapop · 5 months

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[You did send a less detailed version of this ask a few days ago, I just hadn't gone through my inbox enough XD] + [I love the detailed responses though! It's nice to see so much interest in my silly aus!]

okay! I thought I sent one but I couldn't quite remember if I did XD Sometimes I feel like I ramble too much so I'm glad you like these! if it's not to much trouble do you mind answer the og post, you don't have to actually make any comments on it contents but I'm keeping notes on Slow boiled au for the fanfic I'm writing and their might be some details in there I forgot about, thank you.

[Peaches. Some days his brain/body just decides "Eww no. bleh. Spit it out right now" and the nausea hits him hard. Wukong is dismayed whenever it happens.]

at some point in s3 MK walks in on Monkey King crying over a peach with a single bite taken out of it, Wukong having gotten emotional when he his body couldn't handle the peach + stress (I headcanon that part of his obsession with peaches are because peaches are a comfort food for him, so not being able to eat one when stressed hit him pretty hard).

[Think of it like the formation of a geode - it can do it either over a natural couple of centuries, or in a few months with intervention.]

the geode comparison is really cool! especially considering it's a stone egg.

[it's possible MK *remembers* being held by someone soft with a round belly + gold eyes. He assumes throughout his life that this person was his birth mother before he was given up/orphaned.]

imagine monkey king asking MK about his family, wantingto know how his brother's reincarnations are doing, and MK talks about them then mentions he was actually adopted and MK offhandedly mentioning the one memory he has of his "birth mother" to Monkey king and monkey king just being like "oh. oh no."

[So that Stone Egg been slow boiling from anywhere between 1394 to 1116 years. 0_o] + [Either way SWK has beaten Lao Tzu/Zi's mom (pregnant for 62-80 years), and def brags about that fact to whatever immortal will hear.]

honestly, after that long, he's earned bragging rights.

[DBK overhears LBD making threatening references to Wukong's conditon and immediately interrupts her villainy bs to yell at his sworn brother.]

LBD just giving up and leaving as the two bicker is hilarious. it also has the affect of eleveating some of Wukong's stress about LBD returning, and making him feel better about the rift between him and his brother once DBK accepts his proposal to be the egg's godparent. evn if offering such a title to someone other then Ao Lie leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth. he knows Ao Lie would't mind him giving the title to someone he trusted, but he'd always been so sure that someone would be Ao Lie.

[After the initial shock wears off, PIF immediately summons a catalog to look for baby shower supplies. This is a monumentous occassion!]

all negitive feelings are forgotten when the excitement of a new baby within the sworn family is brought into everything + learning that Wukong very possibly could have lost his own child by helping with the Samadhi fire ritual, something he did becuase he was one of the few who could help them from losing their own child. from mother to mother(?), she understands how hard of a call that must have been to make.

[She ofc assumes it's Macaque's fault (she's not wrong XD) and that this might be her future sworn niece/nephew! She simply must organise everything for her idiot sworn brother and his mate!]

when Yuebei is born and has dark fur and glowing ears she feels it is confirmed that her assumption Macaque was the other parent was correct, no one corrects her about the bio parent situation.

[Red blinks in confusion before confronting the Monkie Kid gang about it later. Mei demands PIF's contact details right that second so that they can swap party ideas.]

red son is just going "WTH WTH WTH" the whole time as they explain, Mei would absolutely insert herself into baby shower planing the moment the idea is brought up.

[Macaque spends most of S3 trying to bat away any thoughts/predictive sounds of a happy domestic life him and Wukong cna have together.]

its dangerous to be thinking of such things with the lady bone demon breathing down his neck, but he can't help it. it gets overwhelming sometimes, the sounds of domestic moments from the past mixing with possible futures leave him questioning what it is exactly he wants anymore. but those are thoughts to process when LBD is defeated and the world isn't on the cusp of being destroyed. now of Wukong didn't put himself and the egg in one of the most compramising positions ever by being possessed in the meantime, that would be great. he makes up his mind the moment a just freed monkey king collapses into his arms crying like this is the only hug he's ever had in his life.

[Yuebei's first immortal kill is in fact LBD, preformed before she was even born. Once the switch "flipped" on the possesed SWK, the Egg recognised LBD as both a threat to her parent and a tasty source of Dao, hence; nom-nom-nom.] + [All thats left behind of the ancient bone demon is a picked-clean skull.]

not even out of the womb and already earning her "god killer" title. Wukong always guessed any kid that was solely his would be a menace, but now he's starting to get a little concerned.

I was doing some doodles for this au and I had the idea of Yuebei getting a staff of her own from her parents and I wanted it to have something to do with LBD's skull, but I couldn't make the design work. so I actually had the idea of her having her staff and wearing the front of LBD's skull like a mask. she legit wearing the skeletal face of her first kill, creepy, stylish, and effective at scaring off her enemies.

[Ah, a fellow party crasher, just like her baba.]

Wukong appreciates the hustle, but could she be a menace to everyone except him and is poor body please? he just got put through hell and now he's gotta get this egg outta him and that's probably gonna be less fun then getting possessed.

[Wukong and Macaque can barely enjoy the bowl of noodles they've stolen (in good humor) from MK when Wukong's face just drops from a shift in his body.]

Macaque feels Wukong's body suddenly go rigid and is confused, then he sees the look on Wukong's face and just knows. as soon as Wukong starts ordering Ne Zha to go get Guanyin he's instantly fussing and getting things ready for the undoubtedly long few hours ahead. surprisingly, the two monkeys are basically the only ones not panicking at this point, them and Guanyin once they're on the scene.

[Tang: "Oh gracious Buddha! The bodhisattva Guanyi herse-- oh gosh this is a lot grosser than I was expecting..." *gets woozy and hides face in Pigsy's chest*]

no matter the incarnation, every reincarnation of the golden cicada is squeamish.

[Imagine how much crying would be involved if little Yuebei just so happened to be born six-eared as well?] + [Hard to refute their claims when the little Monkey Princess has such lovely midnight-dark fur and glowing ears.]

I like to think that she wouldn't have his six sensitive ears because she didn't actually have the genetics for it, but her appearance could still be pushed so her ears do still glow a little.

even if their aren't six ears, the instant Macaque sees her ears glowing he would not be able to stop himself from squealing with joy and practically side tackling Wukong as he is incoherently babbling about how much he loves her.

[He def recorded a tape + wrote letters to Yuebei before she was born ala "For Steven" in Steven Universe... just in case his immortality didn't work in the end.]

he def let Guanyin know before hand so that if things did go wrong they'd know the tapes/letters were there to give to his infant.

[Little Yuebei spent so much time in the "final run" hearing show tunes, action movies, and the voices of Wukong's new found family/troop that she thinks theses are all "good noises"!]

this is super cute!

but to make a good thing angsty, what if she also has "bad noises" that she associates with certain things. what if when they first met Azure she was super aggressive towards him at first because she "remembers" hearing him being really mean and/or straight up hurting Wukong at some point in the journey. and what if she also isn't that trusting of macaque at first because she also only ever "heard" him when he was in the process of trying to hurt her baba and his friends, both in his first life and now in his second. this def upsets Macaque but also he did do that so he's the one who's gotta make up for it, luckily yuebei seems to warm up to him quickly when she sees him and Wukong being cuddly and reconciling.

[Yuebei decided that "Kitty" wasn't playing with her, wasn't holding her right, and wasn't even singing to her! And she wanted to make her frustrations known.]

c'mon Azure, if you're gonna hold a super strong baby that already doesn't like you the least you can do is try and keep her happy and preoccupied. he's got no one but himself to blame

sequel to this post!

Im uber excited to read more your fic btw!

[I headcanon that part of his obsession with peaches are because peaches are a comfort food for him, so not being able to eat one when stressed hit him pretty hard]

Wukong associates peaches with 1: Food security, 2: His Immortality, and most importantly, 3: His friendship/romance with Macaque. So his body deciding to reject peaches is a huge stresser for him, which leads to more stress and more nausea and less peaches, in an endless cycle. Peach chips at least dont seem to trigger the worst of his food adversion though, the crunchy chip texture seems to cancel it out.

[...MK talks about them then mentions he was actually adopted and MK offhandedly mentioning the one memory he has of his "birth mother" to Monkey king and monkey king just being like "oh. oh no."]

Oh MK sweetie no... :(

And the Monkey King is just silent cus he knows who MK is talking about [him], and even if SWK didn't create MK in the au, he was still the one to decide to send him to live among mortals for his own good. So the idea that MK potientially remembers Wukong from this time is a huge shock to him.

Wukong: "...your mother, what did they look like?"

MK, clueless: "Umm... their hair was a warm orange-y color. Like the sun. And I think their eyes was this really shiny yellow, or maybe amber colour? Oh! And they had this round stomach - I remember hugging it..." *gets kinda wistful* "I don't know why I'm not with them anymore, but hope they're doing ok if they're still out there."

Wukong, hand ghosting over his stomach: "You and me both bud."

[DBK accepts his proposal to be the egg's godparent. evn if offering such a title to someone other then Ao Lie leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth. he knows Ao Lie would't mind him giving the title to someone he trusted, but he'd always been so sure that someone would be Ao Lie.]

Wukong def was hit hard by Ao Lie's passing. It pains him to give the godparent title to anyone else, but he knows when push comes to shove; his older sworn brother will be there to protect his infant. Ao Lie would just be glad that Wukong meant his offer all those centuries ago.

[all negitive feelings are forgotten when the excitement of a new baby within the sworn family is brought into everything + learning that Wukong very possibly could have lost his own child by helping with the Samadhi fire ritual, something he did becuase he was one of the few who could help them from losing their own child. from mother to mother(?), she understands how hard of a call that must have been to make.]

PIF has to give Wukong mega-respect; putting himself and his baby on the line for the health of her own. Even if she considers it so stupid to agree to such a dangerous ritual when Wukong knew he was carrying, PIF just looks over at Red Son, alive and healthy, and just hugs Wukong the next time she sees him. Although she hasn't been the most welcoming sworn sister-in-law, she vows to make it up to him for saving her child from the Samadhi Fire.

A decent proper baby shower is first on her list of repayments.

[when Yuebei is born and has dark fur and glowing ears she feels it is confirmed that her assumption Macaque was the other parent was correct, no one corrects her about the bio parent situation.]

PIF just side-eyeing Macaque whenever she sees him, convinced from the talk of the two's bad breakup + Macaque not initially knowing about the pregnancy; that her lil sworn bro is the baby-daddy. And when Yuebei is born having "imprinted" on Wukong's yearning/love for Macaque...

PIF: *seeing the baby's dark fur and glowing ears* PIF (whispering so not to wake the baby): "I fcking knew it." Macaque: *is too tired/proud to argue with her* "Yeaaah..." :')

[red son is just going "WTH WTH WTH" the whole time as they explain, Mei would absolutely insert herself into baby shower planing the moment the idea is brought up.]

Red has no idea what to do in response to all this baby talk, so he just; tries to apologise to SWK for setting him on fire a bunch as a toddler??

Wukong appriciates the effort.

Mei, PIF and Jiuweihuli get talking and soon Wukong is looking at a baby shower akin to a red carpet event.

[...but those are thoughts to process when LBD is defeated and the world isn't on the cusp of being destroyed. now of Wukong didn't put himself and the egg in one of the most compramising positions ever by being possessed in the meantime, that would be great. he makes up his mind the moment a just freed monkey king collapses into his arms crying like this is the only hug he's ever had in his life.]

Macaque spends episodes asking himself he truly wants to rebuild his and Wukong's relationship, and when the king holds him tight like he's about to disappear - Macaque decides to stay for good.

[not even out of the womb and already earning her "god killer" title.]

Imagine you're a random Celestial or demon and you hear the dreaded "God Killer" is gonna be at an event, and it's a tiny baby monkey in a papoose strapped to the Monkey King, or his many terrifying sworn family members.

You'd honestly be more afraid of that baby.

[I was doing some doodles for this au and I had the idea of Yuebei getting a staff of her own from her parents and I wanted it to have something to do with LBD's skull, but I couldn't make the design work. so I actually had the idea of her having her staff and wearing the front of LBD's skull like a mask. she legit wearing the skeletal face of her first kill, creepy, stylish, and effective at scaring off her enemies.]

Oh that sounds so cool!!! Her divine skull weapon being a mask made from the skull of her first kill that she uses to channel her deadly power - like turning the Medusa's head into a shield. Her staff being a gift from her parents that has no inate magic ability beyond the fact that she puts her trust in it as her first "real" weapon.

I can imagine she uses a glamour/quick magic to put the skull/mask on (like Dr Facillier in "Friends on the Other Side") as a way of saying "You're f*cked" to her opponents.

I'm excited to see how your drawings go!

[-the two monkeys are basically the only ones not panicking at this point, them and Guanyin once they're on the scene.]

Wukong and Macaque are def panicking, though its more an excited kind of panicking. Nezha and MK are def screaming. Guanyin is the only one with a cool head the entire time.

Pigsy is good at pretending he isn't worried, but he ends up tearing apart the campsight's kitchen in a hurry to make enough food for everyone. Especially when DBK and PIF realise what's happening, and are posted incase Wukong's baby causes as much trouble for him as Red did to them.

[I like to think that she wouldn't have his six sensitive ears because she didn't actually have the genetics for it, but her appearance could still be pushed so her ears do still glow a little.

Oh gosh, Mac and Wukong just see Yuebei for the first time. She's still kinda gross, having *just* busted out of her thin ambiotic shell. Her fur dark... And her little ears glowing?! Both monkey parents are sobbing, especially when they learn that Yuebei was unconciously trying her best to look like Macaque's baby with the limited genetics available. Wukong has multiple centuries of love to dish out, and Macaque is catching up fast.

[he def let Guanyin know before hand so that if things did go wrong they'd know the tapes/letters were there to give to his infant.]

Guanyin has a secret stash in the Southern Ocean of all the letters and tapes (and even some drawings of what she might have looked like) Wukong ever made for Yuebei, in case he wasn't able to give them to her in person. Yuebei ends up finding them when she's a moody teenager, mad at her baba for something stupid.

Pre-series; In absense of any other godparent... I bet Wukong would have trusted Yuebei with Guanyin if possible. The goddess would have gladly taken the infant had Wukong not survived the birth, though it would pain her for many centuries to come.

[but to make a good thing angsty, what if she also has "bad noises" that she associates with certain things...] + [...and what if she also isn't that trusting of macaque at first because she also only ever "heard" him when he was in the process of trying to hurt her baba and his friends] + [...luckily yuebei seems to warm up to him quickly when she sees him and Wukong being cuddly and reconciling.]

ooohhhh :(

Wukong walks in after letting Mac take care of Yuebei while he was out, only to come back to see both of them crying. Yuebei is doing this sort of furious wailing while Mac just looks defeated.

Macaque: "She hates me!!" Wukong, picks up Yuebei: "No she doesn't plum. She cries at eveything." Yuebei: *calms down at sound of Wukong's voice* Macaque: "No! She started crying when I tried talking to her! And when I tried soothing her it just got worse and worse and-!!" (*Wukong places a soft hand on Mac's cheek, quieting him*) Wukong: "She'll warm up to you. Just be patient." Macaque: *leans into Wukong's hand, still crying." Yuebei: *looks confused before slapping a fat little hand on Mac's face in mimicry of her baba. chirping with delight* Macaque: :')

Once the relationship between Wukong and Mac improves, so does the baby's reaction to Mac's voice (symbolism). She finally starts to associate the "bad" voice with her bama, and soon it's not a "bad voice" anymore. Though there probably is a weird bridge-point where Mac has to put on silly accents/voices when he baby-talks to Yuebei or else she'll get mad at him.

[c'mon Azure, if you're gonna hold a super strong baby that already doesn't like you the least you can do is try and keep her happy and preoccupied. he's got no one but himself to blame]

I can just imagine Azure is too preoccupied with his plans for the Celestial Realm (and plans for Wukong), and fails to notice Yuebei getting more and more fussy as he holds her (poorly). Her face contorts like she's constipated and slowly gets redder and redder with anger.

Yellowtusk immediately notices and warns Azure to let the cub down so she can at least crawl and inspect her new surroundings. Peng laughs at the thought of letting "the hatchling" decide the terms of her imprisonment.

Then Peng feels a tiny, but powerful, hand grab their wing feathers...

Yellowtusk leaves before the carnage reaches him.

#slow boiled stone egg au #stone egg talk #pregnancy tw #sun wukong #lmk aus #shadowpeach #macaque #qi xiaotian #gif warning #lmk yuebei xing #yuebei xing

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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I have a kinda angsty Pavitr fic idea for you.

SO let’s say it’s a poly relationship: Pavitr x Gayatri x reader. we all love each other us as the reader we are very secure with ourselves and within our relationship

but as time goes on we start to feel left out, we start to feel as though Pavitr and Gayatri don’t love us as much as they say they do, we start to think that if anything they love each other that way not us.

so we start to slowly pull away slowly stop hanging out with them, slowly start distancing ourselves until we finally just blow up (we don’t yet state what’s wrong) and tell them both we no longer want to be in the relationship and we just leave it at that. obviously Pavitr and Gayatri aren’t going to just take that so eventually we have to talk it out, communicateeee and then we try to solve the issue. (hopefully ending in either us getting back together with them or it being bittersweet with us not getting back together but staying close with them whatever you want!!)

Okay I've been mulling this one over. I know very little about Gayatri other than the bits I've seen.

Conflictions

Poly!Pavitr x Gayatri x Reader

(And before people come screeching into my inbox for the hundredth time... Pavitr and Gayatri are adults in this goddamn fic)

TW/CW: Reader has hella anxiety (and probs needs therapy lmao), throughout this whole thing, overworked, exhausted, massive insecurities on reader's behalf. Did I mention that I totally headcanon Gayatri as a freak in bed? Nothing inappropriate happens tho, just hints.

A/N: Using general terms such as "them/they" so you can leave gender up to interpretation! (Also WHEEW! I struggled with this one, but I'm proud of it!)

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You were probably the luckiest person in the world. You finally nailed your dream job, moved out on your own, and in with your partners.

Yes, partners. You had you sweet, classy girlfriend, Gayatri, and your bubbly, and always adorable boyfriend, Pavitr. Your families were all understandably confused at this. Gayatri's father seemed--at least--more at ease with you than Pavitr, for whatever reason...

Living together was certainly interesting. You all had your own rooms (though "sleepovers" and "cuddle puddles" as Pavitr called them were very common), a chore chart, designated nights for who makes dinner, even scheduled date nights!

You all had a system, it was well-oiled and full of love.

But... With your new job, even if being the one You've always wanted... It demanded more and more hours, more time away from home, less sleep, less time with Pavitr and Gayatri.

You couldn't help but feel that... Because of your absence they were pushing you out, or away. That maybe they mistook your work schedule for some form of neglect? That you didn't take the relationship seriously enough?

Suffocatingly, it almost felt like their love for you was getting to be less and less every day, despite their constant words of affirmations.

The nasty voice and claws of anxiety wormed their way into your ears and dug into your heart. What if they were thinking about having you back out of the relationship? What if they were thinking of leaving?

You were losing even more sleep, especially when your fears, to you, seemed compounded when you would come home to a dark apartment, a note scrawled on the dry-erase board above the phone in bright blue.

'Gone out for dinner. We made something especially for you for dinner, though! Yum yum yum! Get some rest!

-- Pav & Gaya.'

You would feel more left out than before, even when you found your occasional days off. Pavitr and Gayatri would leave you alone, only sparing the sweet, quick hugs or kisses in passing.

You felt suffocatingly at arms length.

Your coworkers gave you their two-cents, and told you that maybe you were too busy, too independent, and the opinion that hurt the worst: you probably just weren't attractive to them anymore, couldn't keep their interests.

Were they bored of you?

Maybe it was all in your head, maybe you were overdramatic. But the stupid little parasite of doubt and questioning of self-worth was ever-present in your mind, eating away at your securities...

You cried in the shower, too afraid to confront the elephant in the room with them.

You kept it bottled up and to yourself, not wanting to bring it up with them and have the fears that are you confirmed by their own words.

You tried. You tried so hard to keep it all in, to hide it away so they wouldn't shove you away even more.

Until one day you simply couldn't do it anymore. You were breaking down but by bit and finally, you just... couldn't. You were tired of it.

Tired of being tired, tired of being afraid you just weren't good enough.

You tried to be strong, sound sure of yourself when you sat them down, but you still broke down into tears after you said you wanted out. Out of the relationship, out of the apartment. You felt like you were encroaching on their privacy and relationship with one another. You felt like a virtual stranger in your own home, your own love life.

You'd still cover your half of the bills even if you weren't living there, of course. You weren't cruel enough to leave them with that much due on their plates. And you knew your parents would let you live rent-free anyways if you moved back in...

It felt like your heart was being frozen and shattered into a million tiny, fragile pieces as you packed your suitcase, sniffling the whole way.

You couldn't even look at them while you did it, because you knew if you did, you'd stay.

You couldn't see Gayatri holding tears back in her eyes while she held her trembling bottom lip between her teeth as Pavitr held her shoulders, burying his face in her hair to hide his own sadness and heartbreak.

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It had been a week since you were gone. A week since your smell finally left the air of the apartment, since your shampoo was missing from the shower caddy, since your favorite towel and toothbrush were taken away.

Since your room was dark and empty. Devoid of life.

Just devoid of you.

Did it feel colder? It felt colder in here, now that you weren't home, Pavitr was sure. You just brought this... this warmth with you wherever you went. People liked to say he was the ray of sunshine because of his personality, but your whole being just exuded warmth, and safety.

Neither he nor Gayatri realized how badly they'd miss it until you were gone. How badly they'd miss you.

Pavitr pulled his mask off and dropped it onto the couch as he walked by, tired despite having full rest. Maybe it was from chasing bad guys? Yeah, that had to be it.

He stalked to Gayatri's room first, needing at least a partial "cuddle-charge". But when Pavitr poked his head in, the only thing he could see was the dim, warm light of Gayatri's salt lamp on her nightstand next to her bed.

Her bed was still well-made and empty.

He frowned, turning to his door instead and peered into it. His bed was still messy (he always forgot to make it, it was something both you and Gayatri would playfully tease him over) but most importantly, it was also empty.

He hesitantly lifted his head to look at your door. Or, well, what had been your bedroom door. Before you left...

It was cracked just slightly.

He licked his dry lips and eased the door open, and saw Gayatri, curled up on her side with her face buried into one of your pillows, the cushion still having the case with the cute little cartoon cow printed on it.

He could tell by how her chest was stuttering that she was crying, or at least had been...

"Gayatri?" Pavitr asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She curled in on herself a bit more, more soft sniffling could barely be heard, muffled by the pillow.

"Baby." He sighed, moving so he could curl over her.

"I miss them." She mumbled, her voice hoarse.

"...I do, too." Pavitr whispered into her hair.

"Why did they leave?" She rolled over until Pavitr was practically laying on top of her, his head on her chest as she petted his hair.

"I don't know." Pavitr sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist and snuggling her like a teddy bear.

"Did we do something? I... I can't think of anything that would..."

"I don't know." Pavitr repeats softly, snuggling closer to her. "I don't--I don't think we did. They've been so... so busy lately, I..."

"What if we did, though? I just... I don't want to even think about it, I..." The tone in her voice was unmistakable, anxious and afraid. It was so unlike Gayatri, she was always confident, refined.

This wasn't... her. Sounding so utterly heartbroken, so lost. Pavitr's arms tighten around her midsection and he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Why did they say anything?" He whispers. "We... We could have... I... We could have talked, or..."

Gayatri nervously licked her bottom lip.

"...Maybe we can still talk to them? Bring them back here, talk it out... Or..."

"D'you think that would work?" He asked, lifting his head to meet her eyes.

"What could it hurt?" She said, a tiny hopeful smile on her lips.

"Yeah.... Yeah!" Pavitr sat up, looking down at her with an excited smile as he nods feverishly, his dark curls bobbing animatedly.

Gayatri can't help but smile back and graze his cheek with her hand.

"Okay, so we can call them tomorrow..."

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You felt your guts churning with anxiety ever since you got the text from Gayatri and Pavitr in your group chat (that you still could not bring yourself to delete).

You were sitting in front of a computer in your office, eyes dry and bloodshot from being there since 6am that morning. You'd gotten the text at 1pm. It was currently 4pm, you agreed to meet them back at their apartment at 5.

Your shift was up in fifteen minutes, and you could barely focus on the spreadsheets in front of you the whole time, that text staring at you right in the face like a big scary monster waiting to bite you.

What did they want to talk about? Did they really want to finally just... tell you not to come back? Were they going to tell you that this was it, that they didn't even want to be friends anymore?

It had only been a week, had they already decided they didn't want you anymore? Was you being completely gone from their personal spaces enough to show that they didn't need you around at all?

The anxiety and fear are at your guts, your heart beating wildly like a frightened bird in a cage.

God... This was pure torture.

You almost had a heart attack when your coworker tapped you on the shoulder, reminding you your shift was up.

Oh, god...

Time to get the torture out of the way, so you can move on with your pathetic little life...

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The walk back to the apartment has been daunting. You felt like you were teetering on the brink, tiptoeing on the eggshells of your self-confidence and internalized fear that they secretly hated you, somehow.

The text was so short, so matter-of-fact.

'Need you to come by the apt at 5. It's important.' Gayatri had texted first.

'Yeah! Like, suuuuuper important! :0' Pavitr added.

You felt the icy fingers of dread snake back into your heart, crawling through your arteries and turning your blood into icy sludge as you walked up the stairs, palms sweaty and mind racing.

When you were in front of the door, you simply stared at the wood in front of you, as if it would come to life and tell you to leave and never come back, to tell you exactly what you were afraid of.

It didn't.

You raised your hand to knock, hesitating to bring your knuckles into contact with it.

Your fingers a mere millimeter away from it, the door swung open and Pavitr met you with his ever-adorable, happy puppy demeanor. You'd always swore that he was some kind of dog in a human body, with how happy and excitable he was.

"Hey! It's you! We--" His demeanor changed and his brows pinched and a soft, concerned frown cemented itself on his face.

"...God! You look awful! C'mon!" He grabbed you by the hand, gently leading you inside. He looked at your joined hands, and his brows furrowed once more, deeper.

"You're all clammy. Are you sick?"

"N.... No. 'm just tired." You mutter shyly, swallowing hard. You felt like your heart was beating so wildly it was trying to crawl up and out of your throat to run away screaming.

Why were you so goddamn nervous? Why did you have to be like this?

When he brought you through the kitchen, a nice little dinner was set up, Gayatri sitting at the table and she gave you a warm--gorgeous--welcoming smile.

When that smile always used to give you a sense of calm before, you felt the maelstrom of anxiety batter your mental walls relentlessly.

God, this sucks.

"Come on, sit!" Pavitr chirps cheerfully. His tone sounds almost forced, but you bite back the thought that this is all just a face for you, to placate you.

The three of you sit down, and to say it's awkward was the understatement of the century.

Gayatri portions the takeout evenly amongst you three, and the tension in the air is so thick you could slice it with a spoon.

Or at least... That's how you perceived it.

It felt like an eternity before Gayatri broke the tense silence, asking how your day at work was, to which you gave a half-mumbled reply of "fine" in between bites of your food.

You had your eyes trained down on your food, so you didn't notice how Pavitr and Gayatri exchanged worried looks towards you.

They continue to make small talk with you, being cordial and polite.

"So, um! Yeah, Gayatri thought she saw a mouse in the cupboard the other day..." Pavitr laughed nervously.

Gayatri's cheeks flushed. "Pav! C'mon, it's not that funny!"

"So you remember that fake mouse I bought like, a month ago?" He asked you, leaning in and waggling his eyebrows.

"Yeah..." You say, still not looking up from your meal.

Pavitr clears his throat and forcefully trains himself to keep his chipper and upbeat tone as he continues.

"And you remember, that I misplaced it? Turns out, I remembered what happened to it! I stuffed it in the cabinet and planned on using it to scare one of you!" He rubs the back of his neck and rolls his eyes sheepishly.

"Yeah... Given that the joke waited a whole month to drop... It wasn't a very good one... Ha ha..."

"It was a terrible joke!" Gayatri says, pointing her spoon at him threateningly. "I almost fainted!"

Pavitr sticks his finger up, "Ah, ah, my dear! But you didn't!"

Pavitr and Gayatri exchange playful banter like that for a few minutes, and it feels like you're just absorbed into your chair. It simply makes you feel more alienated than you should feel.

Each happy and honeyed word they speak to each other hits you like an arrow in the heart, until you eventually just break down and start crying.

Immediately, the playful aura in the room dissipates, and they're at your side in a second, rubbing your back, holding your hand... Gayatri even kisses your cheek a few times.

All it takes is for Pavitr to rest his forehead against your temple, his sweet voice asking so gently, what exactly was bothering you?

It's like someone blows a dam, and it all comes tumbling out of you in choked-out, sobbed words and sniffles washed down your face by the streams that were your tears. All your insecurities, your fears, your exhaustion, out in the open; your vulnerabilities exposed and flayed raw.

The look of sheer disbelief on their faces was enough to knock you even more off kilter.

That's when they cling to you, petting your hair, kissing your tears away.

"Lovie..." Pavitr said, his voice all choked up with emotion. "We... We just didn't want to bother you, or annoy you. You've been working so much we left you alone so you could rest."

Gayatri adds on, "We didn't want to drag you out on the town dead on your feet."

Her sweet face pinches down in a frown, "And who the hell told you that you're not good-looking enough for us? C'mon! You've seen how I look like a hag in the morning! You're gorgeous!"

Your eyes are constantly flickering between them as their voice sweet, loving words and affirmations to you, being ever so gentle and understanding.

It's enough to break your heart and send fresh tears stinging in your eyes once more.

Pavitr kisses your cheek what feels like a million times.

"Sweetheart..." Gayatri says, "I... I know that this was your dream job... But... I think you should either ask for less hours or... or quit. They're overworking you, putting strain on you mentally. You're going to drop dead from a heart attack because of all this!"

"I... I can't just..." You sniffle pathetically, wiping your nose in one of the thin napkins on the table.

"Hey! We will go in and do it for you! Seriously! You're sick because of this! You're not sleeping, it's destroying you!" Pavitr said, frowning.

"Exactly. Baby..." Gayatri continued. "We know you wanted this job, but do you love it? When was the last time you had fun at work? That you weren't tired, or drained?"

You sniffled as you wiped at your nose as her words bounced around in your brain. When was the last time you felt any of that? You couldn't remember...

Was she right? Was you dream job not what you convinced yourself it was? Had you really allowed them to snap you in place like a replaceable battery cartridge? Could they replace you just as easily with a new hire? You also couldn't remember a time your coworkers would be considered your friends, or that they were genuinely nice to you. Especially that woman that told you that maybe Pavitr and Gayatri just didn't find you attractive like they used to.

"And lovie..." Pavitr sighed softly, resting his head on your shoulder. "You haven't been eating either, your face is so sunken, your obviously haven't gotten enough sun..."

"We miss you." Gayatri whispered, kissing your cheek and resting her forehead against yours. "Come home to us."

"It's so cold and empty without you." Pavitr told you, his voice cracking. "Sometimes it's hard to sleep without you."

You felt your heart shatter into a million tiny pieces, and at the same time, you felt Pavitr and Gayatri's hands gently scooping up each piece and kissing them back into place, one by one.

"And, honestly, with your anxiety, I think you need to see a doctor." Gayatri told you sweetly, caressing your cheek with her thumb. "Running around like this will kill you, one day."

"We can go with you, make it easier." Pavitr said, kissing your shoulder.

You sniffle and finally--finally--you allow a smile to be placed on your face.

"Okay... I'll come home." You whisper.

The way they hugged you, you felt like your spine was going to pop out of place, like your whole body was squeezed in a vice.

"What about work?" Pavitr asked you, his grin so wide his cheeks looked like they would fall right off his handsome face.

"I..." You swallow hard, recalling Gayatri's words.

"Screw it. I quit."

Gayatri planted a thousand tiny kisses all over your face, squishing your cheeks in her hands so you couldn't escape.

"Hey! Gaya!" Pavitr grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving Gayatri a playful look.

"Hmm?" She hummed, giving him her signature sly smirk.

"You thinking what I'm thinking we could do to celebrate?" Pavitr waggled his eyebrows.

You swallowed hard at the implications of his suggestion.

"A cuddle puddle!"

Yeah, you really shouldn't have expected Pavitr of all people to go right into dirty territory when it comes to "celebrating".

But you could tell by how Gayatri grinned, and that mischievous twinkle in her eyes, that she had a plan forming in turning the cuddle session into something far more intimate.

Oh... You forgot to remember that Gayatri was a real firebrand in the sheets, huh?

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #pavitr x gayatri #pavitr x gayatri x reader #pavitr x gayatri x you #🌙 answered

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lovebeatriceplz · 3 months

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❥ A Dabi/ Touya Todoroki analysis ( also just some thoughts and telling the difference between fanon and canon). ❥

Few songs that remind me of him:

This one is gonna have a little kick

• Touya todoroki is an interesting one. I think I've always liked his character but it didn't really start to intrigue me until late season 5( cs i haven't read the manga, yet).

• So just like all of the villains in the series he didn't wake up one day and choose mass murder. It was a process, chip by chip, little punches here (metaphorically) a couple kicks there until he starts to crack. The whole idea of being the n.o1 hero, being the best was instilled in him by his father. Parents play a huge huge role on the opinions and morals that kids develop. Then when he can't seem to reach that standard, the one to please his old man, it frustrates him, but he was like what 10?. He didn't give up, he was determined, he didn't care if he hurt himself in the process, once he achieved his goal it would be worth it ( which I'll talk about again).

• So when his father insist that he should stop, he should give up, it's just, so odd, to hear a parent telling their child to give up. Knowing Enji this wasn't just for his child's safety, it was probably also for his image, and because he saw it as a waste of time to train his soilder if he couldn't fight on the battle field. Touya knew this too.

• I've seen on many apps, or maybe even edits saying that if endeavor just went to see his son on seketo ( is that it? ) peak that day, it wouldn't have happened and he'd be 'normal', or somewhere close to. I beg to differ, it would have happened anyways, his sheer will to just outshine whoever his dear, precious father wanted outweighed his concern for his own well being. Especially with shoto being born and the new focus of attention. It was just a matter of time, fate, even.

• I remember TikTok in covid time💀, i was on of those people who had a hugee crush on dabi and tomura (mostly dabi), and i remember i used to say things like "I could fix him" "he's just misunderstood" "he secretly loves the league but just can't show it" no pookie bear that is definitely not the case😭. Fanon dabi is.....cool, but if i actually tried to interact with him he'd just, i don't kill me? I don't think he cares about anyone.

• Definitely not his siblings, he hates them too. He has an almost patronizing look on the women in his family, not doing anything to help or protect him ( not that he wanted it). He hated his little brother, shoto, for stealing his life, the life that he wanted. He hates his father for igniting a spark in him, then abandoning it, causing it to burn him up. He hates natsu, for not understanding and just accepting that they were both failures. His relationship with natsu, based on the little snips that we got give me very bittersweet, angsty vibes that i do want to look into. I digress. But no, Touya cares about no one, not even the league, they're just another tool to get him closer to his goal.

• He doesn't care about himself either as i mentioned earlier. Remember that spark i talked about?, it didn't burn him up completely, left a nasty big scar though. It's still burning, it's just fueled by something else now, a desire, a need to torture and kill Enji Todoroki. He isn't afraid of death, he was at it's doorstep and age 13, he's tasted it. He only puts in effort to preserve his life because his goal isn't complete. If he dies during or after, once he gets what he wants, and sees the look on their faces, he couldn't give a shit about what happens to him.

• Touya is not emotionally constipated. He's fucked up yeah but i believe that he's learnt how to feel his feelings, which are mostly anger, disgust and hatred. He appears nonchalant cause he channels those emotions into his revenge plan.

• I'd like to say he's a typical case of a psychopath, psychologically speaking. It's just that he has a motive to kill, most psychopaths do not (realize i said most) they just kill for the thrill. But other than that he checks off all the boxes. He's killed on multiple occasions, having very very little or non existent remorse for his actions, not very socially inclined, and if you think about it, is kinda selfish.

• Do not believe for one second that touya would see and remember the things he went through and be like "no, I'm above that". You're wrong, he would gladly mirror the behavior that he grew up around if it suited him. Top tier gaslighter and manipulater energy from this man.

• I'm not trying to demonize him, it's not his fault he doesn't care about anyone. It's just that he's never felt it, he doesn't actually know what it is, so he can't give it, you can't give something that you don't have. Some may argue that he had his siblings and rei, not saying they didn't love him but he didn't feel it, or want it, he wanted his father's love which he didn't receive in the slightest.

I didn't go over this so they're might be spelling errors

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thebiscuiteternal · 4 months

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I love your larger age gap Nie Bros au! I want to float the idea of a role reversal larger age gap au where Nie Huaisang is the much older sibling of the pair, and Nie Mingjue is the baby brother.

Whew.

Honestly, it would lean more towards the "bitter" side of bittersweet, because Nie Huaisang has spent his entire fourteen/fifteen years of life knowing that even if his father has tried to love him, even though he has tried to be a good son, he's not the kind of heir his father or the sect wants and never will be. He's sharp and clever, but also small and sickly and exhausted easily and will never be a good night hunter or battle leader. He's so very un-Nie-like that only the fact that he shares his father's eye color and a few of his facial features keeps people from making accusations about his parentage (and even that doesn't stop them sometimes).

But at least his father never tried to replace him or his deceased mother, right?

And then, right after his father has just died, a midwife shows up with a strong healthy baby and a bundle of paperwork declaring the child fully legitimate, and Huaisang has to grapple with the realization that his father did very much try to get a replacement, and since the paperwork is all nice and legal, the elders and senior disciples likely knew about it and said nothing.

He wants to scream or vomit or break things or hit someone, but he does none of the above and just sits beside the crib and stares at nothing while the elders debate his future like he's not even present.

Then there is a little tug on his hair, and when he looks down, little Mingjue has a fistful of it stuffed in his mouth and is staring up at him with big green eyes and... dammit, he can't hate this kid. Mingjue doesn't know what's going on, has no idea how he's destroyed what little of a life his older brother had just by existing. It's not his fault.

Huaisang sighs and gently tugs his hair free, then reaches in to let Mingjue clutch his hand and giggle and gnaw on his fingers.

It's eventually decided that Huaisang will be (a puppet) sect leader, with provisions that as soon as the sect has decided Mingjue is old enough, he will abdicate and leave, so as not to complicate his brother's position by hanging around.

Needless to say, this does not make Huaisang feel the slightest bit better, but he has no choice other than to at least try to do well by his new title, which proves to be more difficult than it has to be because literally every single one of his decisions gets argued and debated and he's constantly being patronized even though it's apparent he's not as stupid as people expect him to be.

Ironically, the son who will replace him winds up becoming his only refuge. Since they didn't have the years of being brothers from the Reverse Nie "canon" timeline, Mingjue never grows up absorbing the disdain everyone else has for Huaisang. Rather, Mingjue has already imprinted on him and throws unholy fits when people try to keep them apart.

It's more common than not that Mingjue sleeps cuddled against his brother's chest in Huaisang's bed instead of his own crib. He starts developing a fierce protective streak before he even knows how to walk or talk, scowling at anyone whose tone he doesn't like when they talk to his brother and trying to grab for hair or throw things at them when he gets really upset about it. People learn quick that if they want to badmouth Huaisang, they have to do it out of earshot of Mingjue, and that only holds more true as he grows up and begins grasping language and starts becoming aware of the disparity between how hard his brother is trying versus the things people say about him.

Everyone else better start watching their insults before they find that Mingjue has grown to have more loyalty to the brother who loves him and does his damnedest to care for him despite all his other duties versus the sect who wants to split them up.

And that's as far as I've currently gotten with this idea.

#mdzs #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #nie sect #reverse nies #larger age gap nies #ideas #worldbuilding #extra large reverse nies

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tothefiniteyou · 3 months

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looking at the time: oh yeah, it's dissection analysis o'clock.

i've talked about how i think leo's view on what it means to be a leader is very misconstrued, but i didn't really go into specifics like i wanted. so here i am, doing just that.

firstly, i'm going to make this generalized enough so that it's not about any particular iteration, though i might put in details that aren't a universal part to leo's character.

i once said that "leo believes the leader is always the one to make the right choices" and by that i mean, the leader has to. he tries to think over his words carefully (there was a post for 2003 pointing out that leo stumbles on his words quite a bit and i love this detail) because he's trying to mimic his idea of a hero. not only is he the one meant to make the decisive calls, but in an imprudent, childish way, i think his ego has also convinced him that the title of leader makes his opinion more valuable djsaklg. he's kind of a funny, bossy older sibling like that.

he's full to the brim with anxiety and worst-case scenarios because he knows real life is dangerous and he is the one in-charge. rise fics have done a lovely job of showcasing the fact that leo struggles to really seem them as a team unless it's convenient for him, but i'd argue all leos (save for a few) are like this. people need to listen to him, because of course the leader knows best! leaders and heroes are synonymous, always saving the day... (...it's why rise leo doesn't think he should be leader-)

i have a little headcanon about his perfectionism that isn't completely relevant to this conversation, but i want to include it regardless. i think some of his perfectionism comes from a place of guilt and just general worries. he doesn't mind training extra or things like that, but i'm not too sure he likes it either. overdoing it can make him feel more reassured, and training better means he can make sure missions go smoother. leaders are the captains, and a captain always goes down with his ship.

anyways, if leadership to him is like being in-charge and having to be a shield, who would he be his ideal image of that to mirror? barring his cartoon heroes, it would be his father. leo has always tried to be like the person he admires most. i don't fully know why, but that makes me Sad. most kids think of their fathers as their heroes, and for all of the turtles, well. he really is one.

being the older child (in most iterations), leo unconsciously places himself on a similar pedestal as his father, copying what he does because he wants to be just like him.

.... for 2003 and 2012, yes. mirage? idw? less so. i just wrote a whole fic on the city at war arc (love me, love my dog) for the original comics that helped inspire this post. constantly leo mentions "growing up" in that arc, following it up by thinking they shouldn't stick within everything their father has taught him. he's leaving his father's shadow - that's what it means to grow up to him.

his brothers will always come before his father, no matter how much he admires him. in 2012, i truly do think leo would try too hard to become a father to his brothers. not only for their sakes, but because he's always been there, copying his father. he's trying to make his father stay by becoming more like him. he won't have to search for him in the walls of their home if he feels like he's right beside him.

^ i love this train of thought for mirage as well because in city at war he's gradually realizing that he doesn't know what he would do without splinter to back up his choices. he's having to think for himself and it's making him think that maybe he isn't as much like his father as he had always tried to be.

no matter the iteration, leo growing up is always becoming his own version of a leader (staring so badly at idw leo). it's a bittersweet thing, but it was a thought that occurred to me after leo returned from training with the ancient one in 2003. splinter already taught him everything, so why wasn't it enough? when will he teach him how to properly protect everyone like he wants to.

splinter is a VERY flawed character in every single iteration, and i think one of the most innocently child-like characteristics of leo is the way he idolizes him.

THATS HIS PAPA (bawling)

there's definitely more i could add to this, but i like leaving some parts unexplored so that people are free to put in their own thoughts :)

#good lord how do i tag for spoilers when theres slight ones for like. every iteration #turtle spoilers #that'll do #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt idw #tmnt 1984 #smiling evily #2u thoughts #text post #long post #tmnt analysis #tmnt leo #what a skrimblo #little goober #buying a microscope and studying his brain under it #noticing typos instantly i hope i explode

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you have so many wips that it seems unlikely, haha, but do you have any timkon ideas that you want to see written but don’t want to (or haven’t been able to) write yourself?

. . . technically there IS a very concrete Timkon idea in my head I haven't tried to write any of yet that is very well-developed and fully plotted out, I just don't know if I wanna invest the time in it 'cuz a) it's pretty bittersweet and b) it'd probably end up kinda long unless I cut a bunch of stuff. But the basic idea is Kon gets dumped in an alternate reality where he did NOT come back to life after Superboy Prime happened to him, Tim did NOT fuck up the re-cloning process, and it does not occur to literally anyone there that he might be, like, himself and not just borderline-supervillain Tim's latest attempt at making a clone who's "Kon" enough. Including, like. Tim.

Also maybe that "Kryptonian mating cycle meets Timkon" idea we were talking about on here in a few asks, I like that one a looooot and it's fucking cute, haha. Or maybe just a Timkon clonebaby AU in general. Otherwise, though, I don't THINK there's any other ideas currently circling my brain?

Generally speaking the fandom could always use more bottom or omega Kon just all the time, though. I'd LOVE to see people write more of both of those, hah. Or just like, more Kon-centric stuff in general in the Timkon genre, because don't get me wrong, I love Tim, but MAN it is a lot easier to find fic that's about HIM than it is to find fic that's about Kon or equally about both of them, it feels like.

#astralscar #meta ecetera #omegaverse

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n7punk · 3 months

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“Embrace the Blame (Love the Fall”) Fic Notes

EtB(LtF) is done! For what feels like the first time in a while, a fic managed not to get away from me lol, it just got a little epilogue continuation but otherwise was all good.

Epilogue Life:

I have so many thoughts it’s hard cutting them off.

Adora’s trip home is hard, but it is good overall, and she realizes during it that the reason Hope hasn’t mentioned church when talking is because she doesn’t go a lot anymore (more details lower down). Adora certainly wasn’t going to go with her — Shadow is guaranteed to be there, and Adora can’t be held liable for what she does the next time they meet — but church is pretty much never brought up during her visit. Hope still isn’t perfect, but she’s trying her best, and though Adora discovers bad memories around town along with the good, it turns out to be a lot easier to process now that Catra is back in her life. She kind of tells Hope that she’d like to see her again at Christmas, but in a noncommittal way since she really doesn’t know what that will hold for them.

The rest of the summer is just good. Catra’s internship is hard but valuable, as is Adora’s job assisting Netossa, and they both still have more time than they would during the school year to just be together and have fun with their friends. It’s great for bonding and falling deeper in love, and for integrating their friend groups properly in a way they just didn’t really have time for before.

Catra isn’t ready to go home that Christmas — isn’t sure she ever wants to — and when Adora regretfully informs Hope she doesn’t want to leave Catra alone for Christmas, they take another big step and Hope comes to visit them for the first time. It’s a little weird, but Catra is more comfortable seeing Hope again on their turf, and it turns out to be a good Christmas even around the bittersweet parts. Hope expresses approval for Catra to the best of her ability and that kind of takes Catra out for the afternoon. She doesn’t cry, but that doesn’t mean she’s not emotional enough to.

When they do finally visit home again, it’s a year later, after they have both graduated, Catra a few months established in a role at the company she interned with and Adora freshly moved to a job at a pottery studio, which isn’t exactly where she wants to be, but hey, it’s in her sector. They aren’t visiting because of work, though — they’re engaged and planning their wedding, which absolutely isn’t going to be back home, or be traditional, but they come back for the visit to celebrate and to get some of Adora’s old things from Hope. It’s just a few days, but Catra doesn’t have a bad experience like she feared and she’s more willing to come back for occasional visits to Hope after that, even if their hometown is never going to be her favorite place.

(Like I said, I can keep going, so I’ll just put Shadow’s reaction to that news lower down because I need to at least break this up)

Also I fully planned for Glimmer and Bow to get together in this but then they needed to not be together up until chapter seven and there just wasn’t room to fit it in at that point BUT know that they get together over the summer and everybody ends up laughing about how dumb they were lmao.

Chapter 1:

⦁ Title is from “There’s People Watching” by Jade LeMac.

⦁ I had to edit the fic disclaimer because uhhhh a lot of things happened in this fic I didn’t initially plan. I went into this fic pantsing everything past like, chapter one, so I didn’t know the flashbacks were coming up or any of the partying stuff. Some of this stuff is things I generally avoid, but ideas adjacent to them have come up before, so I decided to just go all in on All The Stuff for this fic.

⦁ Originally this fic opened with a (very brief) flashback scene of the night Catra left, and then I moved it to the opening of chapter 2, but that just wasn’t right so I included Adora remembering that line and that was it.

⦁ The food/dining halls/library/dorms in this fic are just straight up the ones from my own college.

⦁ For non-Americans, Title IX is basically our diversity/inclusion act so like if someone is discriminating against you based on gender or whatever (in a school setting) it protects you.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Title is from “So What Now” By Renee Rapp.

⦁ There was a while there would I would spin the wheels of my little Lego tuk tuk whenever I was in a virtual appointment and that’s where the car thing came from.

⦁ Shoutout to my freshmen year neighbor who would shout “papi” while having makeup sex.

⦁ “Catra flashes her a smile, the innocent one that has always pulled on something inside Adora she never understood but somehow makes her very aware of her tongue in her mouth.” Gee it’s almost like you want to stick your tongue down her throat or something.

⦁ Adora talking about how Catra didn’t change here was explicitly to set up the slow realization that she did. The theme of this fic is change and growth, really — both when it happens and when it doesn’t. No matter how they change, they still were those little girls and that’s so important to how they are now and they can’t let that love they had go. They can’t change in a way that makes them not love each other and even when Adora didn’t change and it was hurting Catra, Catra loved her then, too.

⦁ I mentioned it in my notes here, but I’ve written some of these story beats out of a lot of fics. Tip of her tongue was initially a hiding sexuality story, with Catra running after kissing Adora because the girl who interrupted them called her a dyke and she didn’t want Adora to have to deal with that. Catra cut her hair and everything to put the “blame” on her, it was a whole thing. I had a high school AU dealing with Adora pretending to be straight for a while that never went anywhere too. I finally “got” to do my comphet story here, by which I mean I could have done it at any time but I both didn’t and just got in my head about not wanting to when I kind of did, so I’m glad to have finally gotten it out of my head.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Title is from “There’s People Watching” by Jade LeMac again.

⦁ “Send me something cute” with a wink means “send me a selfie” but Catra’s too resigned for that.

⦁ Catra did NOT buy her sweater, it was her Castaspella Assigned Sweater her first Christmas with Glimmer’s family.

⦁ By complete accident a video about video game elevators came up and played while I was in the middle of writing the elevator scene. As Adora was trying to awkwardly say she didn’t look the narrator went “You can use elevators to force characters into awkward conversation” with a shot of an anime that I swear looked like RGU but I’ve never seen that show and don’t know if elevators exist in it, it was just a hell of a coincidence.

Chapter 4:

⦁ Uhhhh this wasn’t supposed to be here. There was a single paragraph in the last chapter talking about times they had kissed before, and then I went to do a fic note expanding on it, and I… just couldn’t stop. So this happened.

⦁ Here’s an abbreviated version of what that note looked like: Times Catra and Adora kissed: - 1 We definitely need to know how to kiss for this party - 2 I’ll show you how to kiss for your boyfriend (please like it better with me) - 3 Weaver was being homophobic and Catra kissed Adora out of nowhere when she was comforting her, which Adora interpreted as Catra coming out to her. For two days afterwards Catra thought there was a slim chance, despite Adora’s clueless responses on the night of, that they might be dating before a Very Straight comment from Adora brought Catra down to earth. - 4 Actual spin the bottle in the hallway during a school dance. - 5 :) Wouldn’t you like to know (This is the drunk makeout scene, which I didn’t actually write because I wasn’t comfortable doing it for consent reasons. Drunk makeouts can be agreed on and fine (see Glimmer and Catra) but with all the shame Adora felt from it and with her being shitfaced, it didn’t feel good to actually outline, so I skipped to the aftermath instead, which I think better showed Adora’s internalized shame and how it caused her to reject Catra anyway.)

⦁ Whenever I need a random background NPC I just pull up the He-Man wiki and look at the characters list for something that fits enough from the original She-ra. Yes, it’s not a reliable source of information, but I’d hope it’s base character names are at least correct. Aliases I’m less confident in lol.

⦁ “He’ll want to impress you. That’s what I’d do.” That’s what you’d do? Something you want to share with the class, Catra? It seems like you’ve thought about this a lot.

⦁ Catra’s insistence on teenage boys sucking is partially the gender norms Shadow perpetuates, partially her own repulsion to the entire idea of heterosexuality she doesn’t quite have a handle on yet, and part of her trying to convince Adora of all those ideas so Adora will just ignore all those boys and only be her friends for tooooootally normal reasons <3 Definitely.

⦁ Catra was not invited to Caleb’s party, btw, it was just a (pretty obvious) condition of Adora’s attendance that Catra would be there too. Because besties don’t let besties miss out on parties or leave the other alone for their first “real” kiss. Obviously.

⦁ I just find these freshmen being sure high school is like on TV and all sophomores must have done ton of kissing hilarious, but it’s a very Kid thing to believe.

⦁ When I was a kid the game Trace Memory taught me the word crud because the protagonist Ashley said it whenever, you know, you would normally say a swear word. This led to me saying it a lot because it was something I could “get away with” before my mom informed me I could not, actually, get away with it. To this day my mom (who isn’t religious, by the way) insists that crap, damn, and hell are all Swear Words, which I disagree with. I mean those last two, sure, I just don’t ascribe to Christianity. “Crap” though? What the fuck? That is not a “swear word”. It might not be an innocent word, but it is not a fucking swear by any means. You do not have to bleep it out or limit the number of them that appear in a movie to maintain a PG-13 rating or whatever (rumor is you get one “fuck” btw).

⦁ My dark elf lore comes from Knifepoint, with Shadow Weaver’s appearance generally matching her Mystacor look and “dark elves” dubbed so because they are a race of elves with a high degree of photosensitivity that must either cover up or avoid the sunlight to avoid burns and a greatly increased risk of cancer. More info in my “Races” fic extra if you’re interested.

⦁ Shadow’s “reminders” for Adora to bring Catra are both because she thinks Catra is more likely to listen to Adora, and to reinforce for them both what a model daughter should look like. She makes Catra see Adora following expectations every time they see each other, later telling Catra that is what she should be like and slowly driving an uncomfortable wedge between them, reinforcing that Catra will never be Adora and never be good enough for her.

⦁ If I remember the puritan crime severity ranking right, it goes like Blasphemy > Adultery > Murder, which is why Adora brings it up in reference to Shadow’s own sin ranking list. That, and the rumor is that the reason Shadow’s life is how it is is because her husband left her (true) for committing adultery (ehhh it was mostly just because she was a terrible person) so she has dedicated the rest of her life to making herself appear “upstanding” by society’s standards after she “failed in her duties as a wife” (the way the church sees it — she doesn’t feel she has duties to anyone but herself, but she wants them to perceive her as capable), which is actually why she ended up fostering Catra, to appear as close as she could to the vision of a woman put together. She also… has the whole fucked up thing where she “relates” to Catra and wants to make things as hard for her as possible because she thinks she sees herself in her and life was never fair to her (she says in her $800,000 house).

⦁ The coming out scene takes place following one of the incidents Catra alludes to later at the party.

⦁ Adora vision: Oh, she’s kissing me so that I know she’s gay and for no other reason. I will not examine this further.

⦁ I’m convinced spin the bottle isn’t real tbqh, but this fic is me finally doing all the high school &college tropes I haven’t done or have only brushed against over the years, so yeah, it gets thrown in there.

⦁ Alright the spin the bottle scene I wrote in the car so the names just got pulled out of my ass.

Chapter 5:

⦁ Chapter title is from She’s Pretty by Beth McCarthy

⦁ Scorpia is watching “She Loves To Eat”, a lesbian manga/TV show that my friends have loved. It’s actually about all kinds of food but “cooking” just felt weird in that sentence (like it implies some kind of Top Chef thing) so I went with baking.

⦁ Lesbians will literally hide under the bed and call it romantic instead of admitting their feelings.

⦁ It was honestly hard to type Christmas in a fic instead of Winterfest lmao. Making Christianity exist is really antithetical to my usual views. Winterfest is a stand-in for a number of holidays, including New Years traditions, but new years is secular so I usually still leave mention of it as the name for the final day of Winterfest.

⦁ The Dean’s Spotlight is like, another version of a thing we did have at my school, shifted to the left. For this fic the spotlight is basically the faculty nominating the student they think is the best showcase of their school (academics, extracurriculars, and standards wise). Fall highlights one senior and spring nominates one junior, so you only ever have two chances of being picked, but it’s a great networking opportunity.

⦁ Hope doesn’t mention church here because she stopped going every week. She still does it a lot, but while she could go and punish herself with guilt for the rest of her life, there came a point where she just couldn’t keep doing it to Adora once it started to cost her their relationship. Adora brought a little of Mara’s glow back into her life and she couldn’t lose that joy again She did go to church the next Sunday after their phone call though, and made a point of sitting next to Shadow, who of course noticed and struck up “polite conversation” (digging for information as to why she’s approaching her since she usually doesn’t). Hope wasn’t fooled and told her she was just thinking of her because she spoke with Adora that week and she was thinking how much more they used to see each other when they were coordinating their daughters’ playdates. Shadow’s response was “Yes, that will change when your daughter goes off to college and stops speaking to you in favor of a life of sin”. No matter how coolly it was spoken it was the exact opening Hope needed. “Yes, I suppose she has been busy”. This immediately piqued Shadow’s interest because while it wasn’t the first thing Hope ever said about Catra post Catra cutting Shadow off, it was the first in a long time (she said it was not her business to meddle in family at first and barely said anything even before the fallout. She might not have hated Shadow — at the time — but she also didn’t wholly agree with what she saw of her parenting philosophies). Shadow’s response was something to the effect of “What has she gotten herself into now?” to which Hope responded “Nothing bad, making Dean’s Spotlight just takes a lot of work. It’s not an honor lightly earned. Adora could use learning some of her discipline”. Hope wasn’t actually trying to shit on Adora, just make the conversation seem more natural. It’s something she might have said back when Adora was in high school, which was the last time she and Shadow really spoke frequently. Shadow said some stuff about Adora having discipline in other important areas (unaware she came out) and tried to lightly pry for more but Hope got a lot more reluctant to speak after that.

Chapter 6:

⦁ Chapter title from Not My Fault by Renee Rapp and Megan Thee Stallion

⦁ Adora’s whole thing about Bow wanting in a different way than she does is just from how the idea that sometimes it feels like everyone else must be fine on the inside or feeling some pure ideal of emotion instead of everyone just being fucking messy like you, but when you assume everyone else is feeling the Pure™️ kind of sadness with just yearning and no Problematic Jealousy™️ you’re just setting yourself up for disaster because everyone’s emotions are messy.

⦁ Man I miss the art studio I did my freshmen year art project in. Sure, working in it was fucking miserable when it was hot out, but all the light was so great and despite the noise having a fume and particulate hood was really handy. I’ve been doing a lot more crafts project recently and I just do them in my “office” which is a tiny bedroom with a single window that’s on the side of the house that never gets any light it’s sad.

⦁ Lonnie picked up everything Catra was putting down and found it hilarious considering she and Adora were just friends. She wasn’t surprised when Adora started gushing about her girlfriend not long after.

Chapter 7:

⦁ Title from “Friendship Bracelet” by Beth McCarthy

⦁ Adora started freaking out as soon as she got on the phone with Catra for obvious reasons, but she was also internally worried that Catra had attached to someone else there who might not have her best interests.

⦁ They are having two entirely different conversations while Adora is trying to get Catra home. The second Catra says she wants something and Adora stops, her drunk mind assumes Adora knows what she wanted (her) and when she says she can have it when they get home, Catra just goes yayyy make out time! Meanwhile Adora is just like work with me here and you can get as bitey as you want okay. They are living in two different worlds as usual.

⦁ So the original outline of this scene was uh. A little darker. I’ll be honest, I find the final version of the drunk Catra scenes very funny because I love sloppy Catra, but the original outline of the scene called for her getting further in trying to kiss Adora and then crying more than she did and kind of rambling all her insecurities and outright asking Adora why she was toying with her. The final version is the right version.

Chapter 8:

⦁ If I have to tell you this chapter’s title is from “Curious” by Hayley Kiyoko I really don’t know why you’re here.

⦁ Adora does eventually convince Catra to visit the student counseling center, but it isn’t until the next semester, and Catra doesn’t make it a long term habit, just going in for a few sessions to work through some stuff and moving on. There’s processing to do, but she is also one of those people where talking about it only helps so much until it hurts instead.

⦁ Adora got that hopeful smile because Catra’s eyes blew out when she stepped into her view, just like she did the night before, and then she slow-blinked at her immediately after not denying she wanted the things she asked her for last night, but Catra as freaking out a little too much to be that self-aware.

⦁ Not to be NSFW for a teen fic but I do think this Catradora take a little longer than normal to get intimate, but once Adora is comfortable and ready she’s all in.

⦁ The kiss motivation method is an actual thing me and my girlfriend did freshmen year and yes it helps the ADHD but it also makes it worse because you’re thinking about getting the next kiss instead of the dumb textbook lmao.

Chapter 9:

⦁ Title is from “I Think I’m Growing?” by Fletcher.

⦁ This was supposed to be the end of chapter eight, but it felt more right to split it off and make it its own thing, even if it makes for a very short epilogue. It keeps chapter eight the same length as all the rest of the normal chapters (minus the 5 + 1 shoved in the middle of this fic) too, so I decided to split it off even though I was hoping not to increase the chapter count on this one. I have a really terrible habit but my policy is always what’s best for the story and not what’s best for a number so splitting off these “looking forward” scenes was right.

⦁ Entrapta’s relationship with her parents is largely transactional and they just aren’t close at all, so she has to consider the scenario where they deem the transaction “isn’t worth it” anymore. It’s not actually something that would happen, but they just have a weird relationship overall. They aren’t bad people (I mean, they aren’t Shadow), just busy and kind of neglectful, so Entrapta finds a lot more support in her friends, and wanting to be with those friends and have community she didn’t experience growing up is why she likes to share an apartment.

⦁ The waterpark is based on an actual park I used to visit that could hold (and usually did hold) thousands of people at once. The pools would just be seas of bodies, it was insane. I haven't been in years and probably won't ever again because swimming and masking don't exactly mix. It was often manned by college students in the summer rushes, though.

⦁ Okay continuing from the epilogue section: Shadow’s reaction to them getting engaged. True to the protocol of the first few years, Hope doesn’t really tell Shadow anything that’s going on in their lives after that time Adora drops hints for her to, and she sees her a lot more rarely as Hope starts to fade in her faith, so she goes back to just brushing her prying off for years. The engagement is big enough to break that form, especially because Catra drops hints again when they visit that maybe Shadow should know about it. Hope goes back to church the weekend after they leave (her first time in a month — listen, going a few weeks between visits is “falling off” for her. She visits once every month or two at this point, but she is still involved in certain initiatives she deems important, like the annual toy drive). When standing around with a bunch of the older ladies afterwards talking — Shadow included — they’re talking about their “joys” that week and Hope says that hers is that her daughter just got engaged. Shadow is immediately alert as the church ladies offer Hope congratulations and Hope is just quiet and gracious about it. When asked about Adora’s suitor, Hope just says they visited together that week and it’s good to see her so in love. She’s lucky to be marrying her best friend. The ladies just aww and talk about how it’s a shame they had to leave before Sunday so they couldn’t meet them, but Shadow know what that means, and she’s quietly seething. Honestly it’s mostly impressive that she waits until she can catch Hope in semi-private out in the parking lot that she asks if she’s allowing that, which like, wicked not her choice dude, but it’s more like is she enabling it and acting like it’s okay. The answer is just “yes” and Hope ignores her protests otherwise, continuing on to her car. Shadow definitely considers outing them to hopefully have the rest of their congregation exert pressure on Hope for Hope to exert pressure on Adora and Catra to “correct”, but ultimately it would expose her own “failure as a parent” when it came to raising Catra “right”, so it just becomes a “painful secret” for her to bare.

Original Outline:

Since I was wicked winging this one, there really wasn’t an original outline to deviate from. Basically I had the entire first chapter outlined and then… nothing else. Sometimes it’s fun to do a fanfic off the cuff like that.

The one “big change” was my original idea had Catra living in an apartment with the BFS, but I wanted one of them to live on campus.

I also had this vague idea (inspired by “I only smoke to feel bad” by KiNG MALA) where Catra would have another friend group and they would kind of be stoners. She would have someone in that group who she sometimes kind of hooked up with (I went with Glitra instead) and after reconnecting with Adora, Catra goes to one of their hangouts, gets high with them, and then freaks out when that girl gets flirty with her because she’s in a weird frame of mind and suddenly all she wants is Adora again and this just feels very wrong. Because she’s anxious-high she doesn’t do the logical thing of “hey I’m not feeling this” and instead leaves to call Adora to come pick her up. She doesn’t explain much other than “I’m high and I want to go home” at which point Adora is immediately out the door and not leaving her to navigate the bus system. It was supposed to help push them a little more towards being vulnerable with each other as Adora takes her home and tries to take care of her, because I was envisioning their relationship as still being kind of antagonistic at that point.

You can see how that idea became the party scene. There were some things with that I just didn’t want to write, and I think the party version is way more fun, more logical with the set up of the world and characters (which didn’t exist when I had that first idea), and more fitting for where they were in the story.

Aside from that and stuff previously mentioned, it was all off the cuff.

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To be 100% honest next I’m going to work on my SPOP Big Bang fic which y’all aren’t going to see for months, but then I’m probably going to do the ******** AU. Not saying exactly what that is because a certain subset of people are going to be feral for it and I know it’s at least going to be a bit before I’m ready for it, but since there’s a whole fic between here and there my whims could change too. We’ll see! Updates on my Tumblr as always.

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