#he had hoped for years that all his suffering was for Something. a small sacrifice for a great future.
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This is literally post-Naboo Maul. to mee
#hm i should make an original post tag#maul#darth maul#like. not *immediately* post naboo of course. maybe post savage. but this is very much. his disillusionment with the sith.#he had hoped for years that all his suffering was for Something. a small sacrifice for a great future.#but after everything he can finally see he was never part of his master's plan. he was nothing but a tool his entire life.#now he is finally free. and he has no idea what to do with this freedom. he is lost and hopeless in a new world.#P.S.: keep checking the notes. i will reblog more quotes as I get them.#g.h.posting
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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 4
Damian's face twisted in disgust at the offending object.
Phantom's quirked in confusion. He nudged the massive striped bass towards the smaller siren. "What's wrong?"
"I am a vegetarian." Damian huffed. "And it's raw."
"Oh. Uh, whoops." Phantom shrugged. "I don't know how to break it to you, dude, but, like... There's not much better to eat out there."
Damian glared at him. "I would rather starve."
Perhaps he was being too stubborn. With a buffoon of a companion such as this, the situation was better treated as a survival scenario than a mere mission. Damian was no fool. Vegetarianism was a luxury afforded to those with the food abundance to choose.
That, and it had been a solid sixteen hours since his last meal. His tail felt sore and aching in a way he hadn't felt in years. His stomach growled and groaned, demanding something to fill it.
The last time he felt a hunger like this was when he was still in the League, when they sent him out on weeks long missions where he starved under moonlight and ate birds and rats to survive.
"Come on, Damian, you need to eat something." Phantom cajoled, as if his puppy-eyed look could ever match that of Richard's. "And the seaweed's not gonna sustain you. Believe me I tried."
"Are sirens obligate carnivores?"
"No, but-"
"Then tell me why I cannot sustain myself off of kelp and seaweed?"
"Dude, those things have literally no calories in them."
A valid point, but just because he was right did not mean Damian had to cede the point so easily. "Is the siren species so primitive as to not have cultivated plants in order to sustain their population?"
"I literally don't know how to answer that dude. Do I look like an ambassador or something to you?"
Damian frowned.
"Look, it's getting late and we'll need all the rest we can get. I promise it doesn't taste that bad. We'll try and work something out tomorrow, how's that?"
Damian sighed. "Very well, but only because I very my life, thank you very much."
"Thank god for that..."
Damian unwrapped himself from his tail, and approached the poor fish. "I am terribly sorry, fish. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain." He muttered.
He looked up to find Phantom with a small knife, cutting up the fish into messy fillets, like this was the first time he'd done so. Peculiar. Surely he had lived off fish his entire life, and had deboned many before this moment.
"Just so you don't get poked in the mouth by a bone or two. Those things suck."
Phantom offered a strip of meat. Shutting his eyes, Damian took the food, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing minimally before swallowing.
The taste was... acceptable.
More than acceptable. perhaps.
It would be a shame to let the fish's death go to waste.
...
Damian sank his teeth into the side of the fish, eyes almost rolling into the back of his head from the taste.
Some time later...
Danny floats back into the cave, a handful of kelp bundled up in his arms. "Hey Damian, look I know this situation sucks for you, like in every way, so I went out and got some greens for you, just so it's not all meat and- Wait, Damian?"
The boy in question slept fastly, his fins gently drifting back in forth in the small currents caused by Danny's entrance. His head was slumped against the bass he'd brought in earlier, little strips of fish still stuck in his teeth.
Now that he wasn't making faces and being angry at Danny, he was honestly pretty cute.
Danny wiped some of the bits of meat off Damian's cheek, careful not to scratch his soft scales with a misplaced claw. Despite being so small, Damian managed to chew through a sizable portion of the fish that was easily half his size or more.
Setting the child's body to the side, and draping a small blanket over him, Danny set to finishing off the rest.
He hoped everyone back home wouldn't worry too much. If the GiW boats didn't clear out by tomorrow, then they were in for a big problem. He and Tucker were working on making waterproof earpieces, but they weren't ready yet, and his waterproof phone had been left in his room when he'd rushed out to get Damian back. That meant no communication with Amity Island whatsoever. No way to get in contact with Bruce Wayne, and no way for his friends to know he and Damian were ok.
He was really in over his head, wasn't he?
The morning came with a very loud wake up call.
"YO BABYPOP!"
Danny jolted awake and bumped his head into the nearest desk overhead. "Who's attacking us?!"
Beside him, Damian jerked himself into a defensive stance (or as close to one as he could manage.)
The curtains of the cave were pushed open, allowing streams of sunlight to stream in and blind the boy with its glare. Peeking into the cave was the head of one Ember McClain, a vicious grin plastering her face.
"You never told me you got a kid!"
Damian chirped indignantly.
Danny sputtered. "Whawhwh Wh Wait a second!"
Ember pulled out of the cave, and squealed. "Yo Kitty! Dipstick's got himself a kid!"
A woosh of water rushed past, and Kitty's neon green and teal scales showed themselves. "Omg! Phantom aren't you like fifteen? What the heck?!"
Danny blushed deeply teal. "He's not mine I swear!"
Ember pushed Kitty out of the way. "Oh my gosh he's so tiny. Who's the lucky woman?? Or man??? Phantom what have you been getting up to without us?!"
Damian hissed at him from behind Danny's shoulder (when did he get there?) "Begone, harpies! And cease your accusations! I would sooner perish than be related in any way to this incompetent fool."
Ember trilled in adoration. "He's so freaking adorable. Where did you get him, Babypop? An orphanage??"
Danny would've done a spittake, if he was above water. "W-what?! Dude, literally where would even find an orphanage around here?"
"Did his parents dump you on him like Johnny was?"
"Uh I'm not even gonna question that."
Ember clasped her hands to her mouth in scandalous shock. "No way, did you finally turn to the dark side and kidnap him?"
Damian piped up again, gripping on Danny's shoulders with his unsheathed claws and rising higher. "Nonsense, I claim no familial relationship with this person, not by blood, law, or emotion. He is as close to me as any stranger would."
"Ouch Damian. I literally saved your life."
Ember and Kitty chortled and shorted. They clutched their bellies and lead against the walls of the cave. "It's just... PFPFTT Phantom you total scoundrel, ahah!"
"Yeah yeah, look I gotta get this kid back to his dad on Amity, and quick. He's probably losing his mind over there."
Kitty gasped. "So you did turn him."
Danny shushed them. "Don't scream it out for the whole ocean to hear!"
He rushed out the entrance of the cave and shooed them in, covering the doorway up as they entered.
"Look I'd really, really rather you guys keep this on the down low. This is kind of a huge deal right now." Danny said.
He turned to Damian, still perched on his shoulder, his little tail brushing against Danny's ghostly white sail. "Is it ok if I tell them?"
"if it will convince them to vacate the premises."
"If you have to know, Damian's the son of some ultra rich guy. Skulker got him for whatever reason, and I was forced to turn him."
"Dude, Skulker went for a literal child?!" Ember clenched her first, likely hiding her extending claws. Right, Skulker was a bit of a touchy subject for her. "Of his own kind, no less?!"
"That's fucking low, girl."
"And now the GiW are going crazy too. Probalby got a huge donation or whatever. We're just waiting untli they go away so I can get Damian back to his dad, without any dissections. That also means none of you guys should be going near the place either."
"Pfft, too late for that."
Danny froze. "Who did they get?"
"Relaaxx, Dipstick. I was just preparing another concert, only for like fifty boats to show up out of fuckin' nowhere. Luckily I heard them before they saw me, but come on! I was miles from Amity at that point!"
"Miles?" Damian whispered.
Danny felt the same way too. They were only increasing their patrols now, shit.
"It's bad enough that the rest of the Pod are freaking migrating. We haven't migrated in years!"
"Yeah, actually, Phantom you wanna join us? I know you have this whole, err, thing, with Amity Island, but we hardly see you. And Johnny's been itching for a rematch."
Danny looked over his shoulder, to where Damian was lost in thought. This might have been the first them he'd seen the kid not glaring.
"Thanks for the offer, but I need to get Damian home. It's my fault he's like this, and he's got a whole family out there waiting for him."
"Don't you too?"
Danny swallowed a thick of water. He did have a family, a family that was probably going crazy. But at least part of that family, and his friends, knew he could take care of himself, knew that he was a siren, knew that the water was his element. Damian's family didn't have that luxury.
"We'll figure it out."
The girls shared a look, and shrugged. "The offer still stands, Babypop. Oh, and i'll be sure to fuckin' dice Skulker next time i see him, lying, cheatin' bastard.
For a moment, the boys watched the two siren teens' trailing tails, before they turned a corner and disappeared.
"Gotham."
"What was that?" Danny asked.
"If Amity Island is inaccessible to us, then we have to go to Gotham."
"Isn't Gotham-"
"On the East Coast? Yes, it is. It's our only option."
"That's thousands of miles, and you can't even walk!"
"Would you rather we stay here, waiting for the GiW to approach us and kill us both?"
Danny clenched his jaw. Damian was right, wasn't he.
"The only way to reunite me with Father is to go to Gotham. They will not be expecting us there."
"How can you be so sure?"
Damian dislodged himself from Danny's shoulder and floated in front of him. "Because they are unaware of the sirens' power of transformation, am I correct?"
"Good point, but wait, how did you know that?"
"I did some cursory research before coming here. The prevailing theories put forth by the supposed 'experts' on the matter asserted that sirens eat their human victims, with no mentions of turning. They have no reason to believe I am not dead., and no reason to suspect any siren activity in Gotham."
"And you're ok with that. Thousands of miles of swimming in the endless ocean full of things wanting to eat you?"
"Are you not?"
"Ok ok, calm down." Danny had to chuckle though. Rich as this kid may be, he was definitely not spoilt enough to sit still and wait for his dad to save him.
"And the fastest way to get to Gotham is via the Panama Canal." Damian puffed his chest out in what was probably pride. Danny stared at him, dumbfounded.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Have I ever jested to you before?"
"No seriously. The Panama Canal. You realise that place is monitored up and down, right? Literally the moment we get spotted, the locks are gonna, you know, lock down, and then we'll be stranded and sitting ducks to be chopped up by the GiW."
"That will not be an issue. You possess the power of camouflage, do you not? And again, they will not be expecting us in Panama, so they will have no reason to bring any sonars there."
Danny wanted to bang his head against the wall. This idea sounded so stupid, but not stupid enough that it was unfeasable.
"In addition, you said it yourself. Your negligence resulted in my permanent loss of humanity, so it is your responsibility to do whatever you can do right your wrong."
Shit. Came with being the son of a businessman, didn't it? This kid was guilttripping the hell out of him and Danny could honestly not say he didn't deserve it.
"Fiiiine. We're going to Panama."
"Excellent." Damian grinned. "Let us leave immediately."
Danny could only pray that none of the 50 things that could go wrong, did go wrong, but when was his luck ever that good?
No, instead, Danny strapped in whatever supplies he had laying around in the cave. To Panama we go...
#dpxdc#danny phantom#danny fenton#damian wayne#merman#merboy#dcxdp#angst#vegetarianism#damian vs fish#the fish wins#ember mcclain#mer!danny#mer danny#mer!damian#mer damian#mermaid au
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Digimon Writing Challenge - Mix and Match: Takeru + Gabumon + Light
[Yamato] [Takeru] [Hikari] [Sora] [Taichi] [Koushirou] [Mimi] [Jyou]
Summary: Takeru has committed himself to the task of getting his brother's lost Digimon partner back. But the course of events doesn't go as planned and the growing despair within him causes him to end up at an all too familiar place... [1st part to: Hikari]
Word count: 675
TW: Declining mental health, spoilers for "The Beginning", read at own risk!
„Not fair…“
The sound of waves breaking at the shore was quiet, weirdly distanced.
“It’s not fair…”
It was as if a tin wall was standing between him and the outside world, blocking him, muffling all noise.
“Not fair, not fair, not fair…!”
The outside world… Waves…
Takeru had never been here on his own account before. He dreaded it, despised it with every fiber of his being. Always had, always would.
And yet…
“Why did this have to happen…?!”
He tightly gripped the phone in his hand. He wasn’t even sure if it had been the reason that the gate had opened. Or if he had opened it himself. By sheer will. Or rather – sheer despair.
He had been looking for a clue, anything. Together with Koushirou, Miyako, Ken… There had to have been a reason, a cure, a sign.
They had promised each other to meet again. To always stay together.
He still saw their eyes. Taichi’s gloomy expression. Patamon’s teary glance.
Separated, always separated, never meant to be together…
‘It will be okay, Takeru! We will bring them back!’, Patamon had chimed through the tears.
Months had passed.
His brother still mourned quietly. By himself. All alone.
Like it had been before, years ago, all these years…
“Why does it have to repeat itself again and again…?!”, Takeru screamed towards the Dark Ocean as the foam of the wave licked at his feet.
He had been happy, hadn’t he? He still had his friends. His own partner. Whereas Yamato had nothing left.
Why couldn’t he make his brother smile? Why couldn’t they grow closer again? Why did he have to suffer, lose Gabumon, every possible link…?
“I couldn’t even call him before it happened…”
He still saw the golden particles whenever he closed his eyes. He saw it vanishing again and again and again.
They only glimpse of hope he had left, all in vain…
“Is this my punishment…?”, he pressed through gritted teeth, grinning bitterly, glaring at the darkness around him. “For trying so hard to find Gabumon for my brother…? For wanting my family to get back together…?!”
They had theorized about it. Maybe the Digimon had just ended up in a different world. Maybe if they had found a way to hop through the gates…
Now they didn’t have any digivice to reconnect anymore.
That was when the darkness, the frustration, the fear had swallowed him whole. Leaving Patamon, everyone behind. With no way of turning back. Sinking deeper and deeper, swallowed by the sand, the water, forcing his eyes to shut, drowning in his own thoughts…
If only he hadn’t let it overwhelm him, if only he had remained as positive as Daisuke; he had known how to encourage Rui to renew his partnership after all…
“Taichi-san… I’m so sorry…”
If only he had maintained his own childlike wonder, never fearing the threat of death and decay…
“Patamon… Please don’t leave me too…”
If only he knew how to turn the guilt and anger into something greater, something… Lighter.
“Nii-san… This cannot be the end… I won’t let it happen again…”
He couldn’t see anything as he sank even deeper, he just felt something swell inside of his chest – and something else poking into his side.
“Ts-… Tsunomon…?!”
His eyes snapped back open – was this a miracle? In the middle of hopelessness? How was this possible, was he dreaming, hallucinating? Had his wishes actually manifested as he had crossed a forbidden border, not ready to give in, unwilling to sacrifice everything they had worked for?
Without really feeling his limbs, Takeru tried to pull the small Digimon in closer, cradling its unconscious body against his own as much as he could.
He wouldn’t let go again, he wouldn’t lose, even if the tears were stinging in his eyes, even if the rest of his body – despite his heart hammering against his ribcage – felt completely numb…
“Hi-… Hikari-chan…”
There was a light and he would hold onto it, no matter at what cost. A warm, familiar light…
“… Takeru-kun!!!”
tbc...
#takeru takaishi#tsunomon#my fanfiction#digimon#flclet#writing challenge#t.k. takaishi#tk takaishi#takari#digimon adventure 02 the beginning#the beginning spoilers#my doodles#fanart
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Thick Water
The creature had come to pass, losing interest as it no longer sees the two monkeys, with a monstrous huff it turned and left. The dark and light furred simians sighed in relief.
They were only just having a 'friendly' sparring to see who was stronger without their magic present. And to manys surprise it had been Macaque that had the upper hand the entire time, seeing as he had to rely on anything and give everything simply because he wasn't immortal unlike a certain hero we all know and heard of.
The entire time they were exchanging hits, wukong's chest would get heavier. Gasping for more air, he didn't like that they were fighting...he didn't-
With a quick roundhouse kick to the cheek wukong flies across the field, macaque was fully aware that the golden monkey was losing focus, but he knew he could take a hit.
Jogging over, macaque notices that wukong was taking his time getting up. He huffs as he takes a few steps close, casting a shadow over the monkey on the ground.
"Looks like someone's been slacking off" with a smirk plastered on his face, macaque took the sight of wukong slowly getting angry in, like a sweet bowl of warm soup during a winter storm.
Wukong clicked his tounge and wiped his cheek, "psh. Lucky hit"
Macaque, who was contented with just this small interaction reached his hand out and noticed the other monkey's was a littlw off, macaque had a bad feeling about this but he'll just play it off.
"Gehe, what? Have you become a neat freak ever since i dissapeared? After all i was the one who had to clean up our mess after every fight haha"
He still kept his hand out, really hoping it isn't what he thinks is running in the golden monkey's head.
Sun wukong chuckled but moved mac's hand away to stand for himself.
"..."
Then came a burst of power and force through a mountain, a creature of big stature had appeared! Already smelling the fresh blood and warm bodies across it, it rampages towards them.
The two simians didn't stand to stare, no, they tucked their tail and ran!
With that encounter it lead us here- behind a mountain's waferfalls.
"What was that thing?" Whispered macaque to wukong.
"Dunno but best we stay here till we get our strength back"
Macaque leaned himself on the wall and crossed his arms, keeping his eyes on wukong.
"You're already tired? Heh. I didnt expect the great sage to burn out so quickly! So if you take off all that power and this is what's left? That's way too sad HAHAHAHA"
"..."
No response, shit. Macaque didn't like this feeling, if it goes on any longer it may just bring back some old wounds. Irritated he walks over to wukong and reached for his shoulder only for his hand to get smacked away.
"Wha- dude! What is your deal?!"
"What do you mean what's my deal? Is it so bad that I just don't wanna get touched by YOU of all people"
Looking straight into each other's eyes, tension began to build up, just enough to rile macaque.
"Oho yeah? Whatever happend to team building huh? Isnt this what you wanted when you invited me to do this stupid trial with you?!"
Walking up closer to the self proclaimed great sage,
"you- who once was so self centered-
SHOVE
Once was SO stubbornly determined for power-
SHOVE
oNCE HAD TO SACRIFICE ANYTHING FOR EVERYTHING-"
BANG
Wukong, whose back was now against the cave's crooked walls was towered by an angry monkey, the build up from every word partnered with the shoves, He wanted to retaliate hE WANTED TO! He needed to protect himself! But....something was telling him to let this other monkey do as he pleases..
Macaque whispers into wukong's ear,
"-is becoming even more shameless the more time flies.."
Surprised, wukong who had still kept eye contact with the simian tries to fix his posture whilst saying,
"What are you trying to-"
Intervened with not just a voice he was long familiar to, every word that came out of the black monkey's mouth bled intentions.
"You let yourself suffer for happiness you couldn't hold onto for thousands of years, even if happiness was to present itself in sweet ripened peaches you'll somehow manage to spoil that one too. "
Wukong tries to push macaque away, but the moment his palms touched the other's bare chest, he could feel from his fingertips to his wrist the sensation of warmth and static.
He didn't let these feelings fester for long as wukong immedietly retreated his hands.
"Heh. See?"
So much was building inside the golden monkey's head, it was all eating him up. His eyes start to fog from the tears that were carassing his face.
"Good things don't last-" he says as he looks away from the monkey still towering over him.
"You'd know that if your life was full of it.."
Silence filled that brief moment up until macaque broke it.
"So all those times....you took yourself forgranted when it came to the two of us?"
Wukong once again stares into the other's golden eyes, anticipating what else this one had to say.
"We had all realms shaking in the palm of our hands, but peaches, nothing could beat the seconds of just smiling with you"
Wukong hadn't expected the other simian to say anything close to what he had just said! He knows macaque was one for arts but to be ...tHIS???!!
On the other hand, Macaque's fear came true, all feelings that were burried had resurfaced, damn this....why does old love have to burn out the slowest? Damn it all , bringing himself close to wukong's lips he says,
"Be more thorough with being selfish with happiness idiot and stop telling yourself that you don't want this-"
The sounds of water crashing down onto the rocks could hide away any snapping bones and breaking limbs- yet none of what was expected had happened, a trembling voice was all to be heard.
As the dark simian towered over the golden monkey- he says;
#lmk #monkiekid #shadowpeach https://t.co/0rELsvHSVS
#lego monkie kid#macaque#sun wukong#shadowpeach#six eared macaque#monkey king#shadow peaches#shadowpeaches#shadow peach#fanart#story#fanfic#miniseries
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Love and immortality
Part V Part I Part II Part III Part IV
Morpheus x reader
Wordcount: 1704
Warnings: mention violence and death
Summary: (Y/n) has managed to escape from her predicament in life and is now meeting up again with the man she still doesn't know. Just when she should probably finally get an answer to his identity, unexpected events occur.
A/n: Guess who's back! Right, me :D
Can we please talk about the leaks of the second season??? AAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAH
Anyway, have fun with this part.
Yours JoKatsuya
1789 and I'm sitting here again in this pub, the White Horse. For four centuries now I have been meeting this stranger. One would think to have gotten to know each other, at least a little bit. But no, the only one of us who knows something about the other is the mysterious black-haired man who is sitting opposite me again. Always fashionably dressed with a well-groomed appearance. His looks are really not of a bad nature. Every single day of this last century he was more present than ever in my thoughts. Our last meeting had given me the strength to free myself from my, let's say very unfavorable, life situation. I straightened up and managed to succeed on my own, even if it meant pretending to be a man for a few years. I am not quite sure myself how that went well.
>>I heard something funny the other week. Bloke said to me, he said, "If only the French noble had played cricket with their men the way we do they'd never have had this trouble."<<, I say and close my eyes for a short moment to follow the pleasant sounds of the musicians at the other end of the hall.
>>You know, first the colonies, now France. You ask me, this country will be next for a revolution. I've been salting money away all over the world, which I hope can help me if there really is trouble here. In the meantime... I'm in the foreign trade. You just have to know how to use industrialization.<<, I say honestly before bringing the cup of tea to my mouth and taking a thoughtful sip. All the while, I feel his downright silver eyes on me. Silent, as always when I told him about something. After my initial uncertainty towards it, I have to admit to really enjoying it by now. Very few people could listen so attentively and let you talk in peace. For the normal human being the life time races only in such a way past them. Even if it felt for me also partly so, I had however much more time than this and therefore enjoyed such a conversation only too gladly.
His rosy lips slightly pressed together and with an almost indistinct look on his part, we remain silent for a while. His eyes literally bore into me and leave a shiver down my spine when he finally speaks up: >>It's a poor thing, for one man to profit from the suffering of poorer ones.<< His voice is graced by a touch of coldness.
>>I don't like the inhumane conditions in the factories either. However, it is unfortunately not in my hand to change this.<<, I defend myself sadly with lowered eyes. But he is right. Even children are not protected from the work in the factories. >>It's how it's done, sadly.<<
>>But you can do what is in your power. No matter how trivial it seems.<<, he counters with a piercing look and no emotion on his face.
>>You're giving me advice? After 400 years? But yes, I will consider it.<<, I try to cheer up the situation a bit with a small smile, even if the current topic offers nothing to laugh about. Again I take a sip of the tea, at which I must note that it has now cooled down just like the mood. A small, barely noticeable nod on his part. Change of subject!
>>I saw a production of Romeo and Juliet yesterday. I wanted to pay my respects to our mutual acquaintance after all this time. But can you imagine? The idiots had given it a happy ending. Can you believe it? This sacrifice for love's sake, just undone by such a misappropriated glossing over of the ending.<<, I talk myself into a rage angrily over this fact. I take a last sip from the cup and set it down again.
>>That will not last. The great stories will always return to their original forms.<<, the man across from me replies as a barely noticeable smile slips across his lips. It literally drew me under its spell.
>>You made some kind of deal with him, didn't you?<<, I chuckle lightly out of joy for Will and the legacy he left us. One that I hope will last forever.
>>Perhaps.<<, he confesses.
>>What kind of deal? His soul?<<, I joke, unable to suppress a growing smile. It is ironic that even today I am not one hundred percent sure whether I am really paying for my long life only with my information, or with more.
>>Nothing so crude.<<
>>Four hundred years now, I've been meeting you here and there is so much I still don't know. Who are you? Truly? What's your name?<<, I suddenly ask him again full of ambition to finally get an answer. His lips slowly open after a brief thoughtful moment.
Before he makes the slightest sound, however, a female voice behind him snaps me out of my trance-like state: >>I might ask both of you the same question.<< Both of our heads turn towards it and catch sight of a young woman. Admittedly very attractive.
>>Please, please, do not trouble yourselves to rise. These are Michael and Tobias,<< she says as she walks around the small table between the man in black and me and stops in the middle of it. >>Smugglers by trade. Altough, they're only too glad to augment their earnings by slitting thorats. If you move, they'll slit yours.<<
Trembling at her words, I have to swallow and let my eyes wander back and forth between the two men.
>>They tell of a tale in these London parts, that the Devil and the Wandering Jew meet once every century in a tavern.<<
With a quick glance in his direction, I see that my companion is doing the same. A touch of disbelief in both of our faces. She sounded very convinced of herself. As she continues and with a quick movement produces a note, we look back at her. >>Two years past, sewn into the shirt of dead man, I found this.<<, with these words she comes closer and places the note on our table. There are two people pictured at a table, on the left he and on the right...me?
>>Is that meant to be me? Oh, I look terrible, but you look worse.<<, I joke and give him a quick grinning look.
>>You return to this pub every 100 years, striking bargains with men sharing gifts, immortality, which you will now share with me.<<, she demands in a firm tone, fixing her gaze on the stranger. >>Well, have you nothing to say?<<
>>I am no Devil.<<, the stranger corrects her in a triumphant tone, the corners of his mouth slightly bent.
>>And I'm not Jewish.<<, I quickly add and grin mischievously at her.
>>Fie. What manner of creatures are you then?<<
>>Who wants to know?<<, I now want to know, but more interested in her than originally expected.
>>I'm Lady Johanna Constantine. You will both follow me. My coach is without. I can see there is so much you can tell me. So much I can learn.<<, she enthuses with a twinkle in her eye.
>>No.<<, the stranger's voice again pierces the room. Lady Constantine presses her red lips together, her brown eyes boring into him. I match her in a more subtle way with the latter. Did I expect a different answer from him? I am not quite sure.
>>No, I think not.<<, the stranger adds as he returns her gaze through his dark lashes. If he would look at me like that in another situation... I'm sure my legs would betray me. Still not amused by his words, the woman moves behind Michael and Tobias, who are now slowly approaching us. The iron blades approaching our heads.
>>Get up.<<, hisses one of the two.
Afraid that something bad might happen to us, I jump up and smash my cup against the head of one of them. This immediately shatters and causes a rain of shards. At the same time, I grab the back of his head and slam it down on the table. Straight after that I kick the other one in the middle with the heel of my shoe, which makes him groan in pain and forces him to his knees. As I turn to Constantine, I immediately take a step back as again this evening a dagger points at me. A little out of breath, I can't suppress a small gasp and look back and forth between her and the dagger.
>>Wait.<<, the dark voice sounds behind me. The chair scrapes lightly across the floor as the stranger sits up. My eyes still fixed on the blade in front of me, they widen as out of nowhere a...cloud of sand slides into Constantine's face? Her eyes slowly turn upward, her breathing heavy as she whispers: >>No.<< The dagger comes clattering to the ground before she sinks to her knees and continues: >>No, not you. I'm sorry.<<
Confused and frightened, I crouch down and look at her with concern. >>What did you do to her?<<, I confront him as I turn around.
>>She has old ghosts that I've shown to her.<<
Unsure about this whole situation, I stand up and give him a serious look. He briefly glances at the floor. >>You need not have come to my defense.<<, he asserts with the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
>>Clearly.<<, I reply with a smile, >>Still, I didn't want to be drinking alone here in 100 years' time.<< The grin he gives me is indescribable and evokes a lot of different emotions in me.
>>I don't suppose you care to find another pub tonight?<<, I start trying to prolong our unexpectedly interrupted evening together.
>>She may have told others about our meeting. It will not be safe for you.<<
>>I'm perfectly safe. I can't die, remember?<<
>>Aye. But you can be hurt or captured. We must be cautious.<< Do I hear a hint of worry?
>>Always.<<, I take a deep breath, >>A hundred years, then?<<
>>A hundred years.<< And so we part ways again for the time to come.
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THE LONELY DEVIL ... one - shot (18+)
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pairing : devil!seonghwa x human!f!reader
genre : smut, devil may cry inspired, angst, kind of lovers to strangers to lovers, unhappy ending
word count : 3.2k
warnings : language, murder, blood / body gore, choking, ritual sacrifices, stabbing, cutting hand open
smut warnings : unprotected sex, mommy kink, masturbation, blood as an aphrodisiac of some sorts
note : part of the mommy!may event by @whatudowhennooneseesyou
suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie ALSO thank you for reading it!
you were like a star, shining brightly and seonghwa feared that one day you would go out. so he made sure that would never happen.
everything about you pisses seonghwa off. from your cheery attitude, to your bright smile, your little cottage in the woods, and especially your meals that you prepare for the two of you. seonghwa hates himself for letting in fall in a rhythm with you. for potentially starting a life here with you in your cottage. he hates you.
or at least he wants to hate you. because no matter how hard he tries, he just can't. he wants to hate your cheery attitude, your bright smile, the little cottage, and your meals. he wants to hate how your body fits perfectly with his. how it presses comfortably against his own as you join together to become one.
he wants to hate how his cock fits perfectly inside of you and how pretty your breast look as the bounce while you ride him. he wants to hate it all, you're a human. weak and replaceable and he could easily kill you with a snap of his fingers. he's tried doing it before. managed to tackle you to ground, his hands wrapped tightly around your throat. your eyes watering as you tried to rip his hands away, but something stopped him.
the thought of seeing your lifeless body made him want to throw up. he felt a lump form in his throat as your face slowly change colors before he was finally releasing his hands as he slowly watch the ugly purple color fade from your face. you were trying to grasp for any breath you could as you moved away from seonghwa, using your nails to drag your body away from the half-devil. seonghwa noticed the fear in your tear-stricken eyes.
the fear he wanted to see on your face since he met. the fear that doesn't feel as good as it usually does.
"y/n..." his voice is emotionless as he calls out to you, but you curl into yourself and flinch when he tries to reach for you.
seonghwa knew he crossed a line that he will never be able to fix. he watched you as if you were a wounded animal, eyes watching him and his movements. that was when seonghwa decided it was time for him to go. "i'll be taking my leave and i will not be returning," he tells you as he goes to the yamato that rested peacefully against the wall by the door.
he gave you one last look before he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night, leaving you a sobbing mess on the floor. your heart laying broken as you watched the man you had feel in love with leave.
its not until a few years later that seonghwa still thinks about you everyday and how he yearns to go back to your small cottage, but he can't. so he sticks to the memory of you, but even the memory of you and your everything is beginning to fade.
but then one day he feels as odd sensation twist in his stomach. its unsettling and he hates that feeling that has sudden appeared. he knows that something is wrong with you, like some weird sixth sense that you are in danger. but are you really in danger or does his body just miss you.
the half-devil lets out an irritated sigh as he determines that he needs to go check on you. its been years since he last felt that ungodly twist in his stomach, similar to the one he felt all those years ago when he saved from those demons and falling off the cliff.
however, what he hopes for the feeling to subdue or disappear only increases when he approaches your cottage to find it ransacked and empty. no evidence of you, and that's when seonghwa knows the feeling of danger was true. whoever took you weren't demons, they weren't smart enough for that. no, it had to be humans, humans that would be dead as soon as seonghwa got his hands on them.
seonghwa would rather not admit how easy it was to track you down. your scent basically imprinted into his mind; however, against it he may be, he is grateful that's he's able to track you down nonetheless. your scent leads him to a large church with a statue of sparda, his father, standing proudly outside of it.
of course it would be cultist who worship his father. did they kidnap you because they somehow figured you had been in contact with one of sparda's children? or was it just pure coincidence? either way, they were going to die for touching you.
bursting into the church, seonghwa feels his anger bubble inside of him when he's greeted with the sight of you laid out before him and everyone else in the church on a stone table.
"ah! one of sparda's offsprings have come to us! the sacrifice will be complete and will be able to resurrect the great sparda!" the head of cult says and seonghwa grips the yamato tightly within his gloved hand before unsheathing it and pointing it at the head.
"you have about ten seconds to step away from the girl before i fucking cut your head off!" seonghwa threatens making the cultist laugh, seeing seonghwa's threat as empty.
seonghwa then feels the world around him slow down as he watches in horror at how the head cultist takes a decorative knife – something that would be used in ritual, and plunges it into your chest. seonghwa lets out a scream in anger before he's letting his rage take over him.
this of course only angers the half-devil even more before he moving and easily killing the head cultist, the head of the man slowly sliding off his body and to the floor before it rolls a few feet away from his body. blood squirts out, spraying seonghwa, your body, and anyone nearby before its toppling to the floor. the rest of the cult is in shambles as some are screaming and running while some are running in an attempt to hurt seonghwa. however, he easily cuts them until there is no left in the church.
seonghwa lets out one last sigh before he's turning back to look at you. his heart drops to his stomach as he drags his body back over to you, he looks down at you with terrified eyes as he notices that you are just barely breathing. taking the knife out of you, seonghwa is gently when he pulls you into his arms before he's collapsing onto the floor.
"y/n?" he calls out, doing his best to wipe the blood away from your face as he takes in how oddly peaceful you look. a cold chill runs down his spine as he cradles your face close to his. "i'm sorry," he says, kissing your cheek.
"h-hwa," your voice is broken and weak and it makes seonghwa want to cry, but he holds it back. "h-hwa is... that you?" you ask trying your best to turn to look at your lost lover.
"shh, it is me, i'm here," he tells you as he notices you let out a couch, blood running down your chin and seonghwa is quick to wipe it away.
"t-thank you... thank you, hwa," you tell him, your own eyes filling with tears when he finally gains the courage to look at you. it then that he realizes you're dying. dying because of him and his bloodline.
as he's holding your body close to him, its then that he realizes there is a way to save you. his is one of sparda's sons, if there's anything that could save you, it would be the exact thing that caused this mess.
his blood.
in quick movements, seonghwa is basically ripping his glove off as he's summoning the yamato to him. he then gently rest you against the stone table, propping your body against it, he notes how you have a dazed and dull look into your eyes. he's running out of time.
he doesn't even know if he plan will work, but something is better than watching you die before him.
"don't worry, y/n, i'm gonna take care of you," he says as he slices his head open in one quick motion before he's watching the blood slowly begin to surface. "here, y/n, open your mouth for me," he says and you weakly listen to you. thankfully your tongue is just poking out enough for where he can easily run your tongue across the open cut. his blood staining your tongue and seonghwa is urging your mouth close.
seonghwa can feel his heart thumping in his ears as he watches you, your eyes are half lidded and he tell that you're struggling to breathe. and he thinks that maybe his blood – sparda's blood – isn't working. then the dread of you possibly dying washes over him as he moves back over closer to you.
"y/n? hey, are you... okay?" he asks as he takes your face into his hands and turns you to face him.
"s-seong... seonghwa... it hurts," you say and seonghwa can tell you're struggling with just talking.
"it's okay, it'll be okay," he tells as he gently caresses your face. "listen... i'm–
"n-no... shh," you tell him as you weakly try to hit at his leg. seonghwa lets his hands drop from your face in order to pull you into his chest. "l-love you," you whisper almost like it was a breath.
"i love you too," seonghwa tells you. "i'm sorry for leaving that night," he adds on before lightly intertwining his fingers with yours.
"h-hwa," you breathe out and the half-devil feels your grip lighten in his hold. "i-i feel different. feel hot," you tell him as your hand slips out of his to fall into your lap.
"hot?" he repeats a little surprised by your words and watches as you weakly nod you head.
then as if suddenly, you're ripping yourself away from seonghwa. throwing your body away and across the floor away from him as you let out a wretched scream that shakes your lover to his core. he notices how your hair begins to a stark white like his own and he wonders if his blood is finally starting to work.
"s-seonghwa," you look at the half-devil in front of you with half lidded eyes before you're reaching out to him. "s-seonghwa... my, my body– it-it burns," you say and that's when seonghwa notices how suddenly sweaty you are and he reaches over to feel your skin to notice how hot it is.
he feels a sense of panic raise in him as he takes your form in. no longer lifeless; however, there's a flush color decorating your skin as he watches you begin to tug at the dress you're wearing.
"i-it's hot, seonghwa, fuck– fuck, so hot," you groan out with a huff as continue to pull at your dress. seonghwa also notices how your hair color is changing more and more, and how your eyes have a red glow to them.
"p-please help me, m-mommy, please touch me," you say and seonghwa feels his dick twitch at the name you just called him. he remembers you jokingly calling him that years ago during one of your many nights together. however, while it started as a joke turned into a nickname he rather enjoyed hearing from you.
"y/n, we shouldn't you're injured," he says as he watches you let out a frustrated cry before you're ripping your underwear off yourself. your spread your legs, welcoming seonghwa to sight of your glistening pussy. he realizes that he hasn't seen or felt your pussy in years and he has to stop himself from ripping his own clothes off and fucking on the dirty, blood-covered church floor.
"p-please, mommy!" you cry out and his eyes lock onto how your fingers slowly sink into your pulsing pussy. he can't help but groan at the lewd sounds that leave your wet pussy as you let out several cries.
"fuck, what has happened to you?" seonghwa mumbles to himself before he's stripping his clothes off and ripping your hand out of your dripping cunt. you let out a frustrated cry before seonghwa is pulling you to straddle his hips as he lays down against the wooden floor.
"come on, baby, ride mommy like how you use to," he coaxes you as he strokes himself a few times before he's watching you take his cock in your hands. he watches with heavy eyes as you line your entrance up with his cock before you're slowly sinking down. you both let out a string of moans and curses once you bottom out.
seonghwa lets his hands rest on your hips as your own come to rest on his chest. seonghwa notes that your nails have grown slightly longer. he lets out a throaty groan when you drag your nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines down his chest. you lay your palms flat against his abdomen before you slowly begin to move your hips.
"f-fuck, y/n!" seonghwa feels his grip on your hips tighten as you begin to speed up the motion of your hips. "feels so– feels so good, for... fuck, forgot how good you feel," he adds as he feels you purposely clench around him every time you bottom out.
"fuck mommy! love your cock so much!" you whine as you continue to speed up your movements, seonghwa can only focus on how your breasts bounce in a fluid up and down motion. he can't help but let one of his hands trail up and harshly grope your breast. you let out a surprise cry when he pinches your nipple and tweaks it.
his eyes trail down your body and he notices the stab wound that he basically killed you was now healed, but instead left a scar. seonghwa felt the anger he felt earlier return.
"mommy!" your voice suddenly snaps him out of his rage as he looks at your fucked out face and can't help but feel prideful knowing you're wrecking yourself on his cock. that even after years of not seeing each other, your pussy still welcomed him like it was home. like it was made for him.
"shit, this pussy was made for me wasn't it, y/n? made to keep my cock warm and wet, no one else right? you didn't let anyone else fuck this cock, right?" seonghwa groans out as he lets the hand on your breast travel down your clit and he begins rubbing it in short but fast motions.
you moan his name out as you clench around, "mmh, mommy, gonna– fuck, gonna come! please come with me, mommy!" you say and the half-devil groans as he pulls you down flush against his chest as wraps his arms around your waist to hold you in place as he fucks up into you at an animalistic pace. your moans come out choppy as you rest your head against his shoulder, inhaling his scent.
you can't help but clench one last time as seonghwa is stilling deep inside of you. you let out a long, drawn-out moan as you feel seonghwa filling you up with his seed before its slowly begins leaking out around his cock. his seed travels down past your thighs, running over his balls before dripping onto the wooden floor beneath the half-devil.
you're out of breath and breathing heavily, resting your face in the crook of seonghwa's neck as he holds you against his body. seonghwa notices how the white color of your hair is disappearing and when he finally looks at your eyes, he notes that don't have that red glow to them anymore. he knows his blood, his sparda blood, is still running through you; however, the evidence of it seems to be fading. he wonders what is causing it or maybe you are somehow controlling it. either way he's not sure or does he care.
"hwa..." your voice is soft and gentle, something he hadn't heard in years and he yearns to keep hearing it. to keep seeing you. "you came and saved me... how did you know i was in trouble?"
"i felt that something was wrong is all, so i came," he tells you as he runs a hand over your hair, brushing away any stray hairs that fell in your face.
"my body still... it still feels weird," you confess as you rest your head against his chest. seonghwa is careful when he sits up, his arms around you protectively.
"its the sparda blood in you, your body isn't fully use to it yet," he tells you before he's tilting your head up to look at him.
"sparda blood?"
"its what i used to save you," he says before leaning down to kiss you, his lips are surprisingly soft against yours but you welcome the feeling of finally kissing him again after all these years. "i love you," he says when he breaks away.
"i love you, too," you tell him before you're bringing your arms around his neck in order to hug him. seonghwa hesitates before running it back.
"just know that i'll always protect you, no matter what," he tells you, his guilty eyes meeting your confused ones before he's quickly knocking you out, your body slumps against his and seonghwa has to fight back the tears that threaten to run down his face.
seonghwa knows its not safe to have you around. he can't put you in anymore danger he's already put you in. that's why he wraps a blanket around you and carries you bridal style into the city. he knows that there's someone who will take care of you. someone that he absolutely loathes, but will look after you and take care of you.
he looks up at the building in front of him. the neon sign just barely struggling to stay lit. devil may cry it reads and seonghwa has to stop himself from scoffing. he holds you close to him as he knocks on the door of the store and the door swings open.
seonghwa comes face to face with a man who looks exactly likes him. the only difference is the man is sporting midnight black hair which contrast his blonde, almost white hair.
"seonghwa? what ar–
seonghwa cuts the male off by briskly shoving your unconscious body into his arms. the blonde makes sure his face is devoid of any emotions as he looks at his twin. he's hates himself for having to rely on him, but its for your own good.
"whoa, who's the chick?"
seonghwa wants to remain silent, he doesn't think this man deserves any answers.
"look after her for me. she has sparda blood in her, gonna need someone to watch over her and make sure she doesn't go berserk," seonghwa answers coldly.
"what? who is she– hey! seonghwa, where are you going!"
seonghwa doesn't answer his twin as he suddenly turns away and starts making his way back down the dimly light street. his twin watches with confused eyes as the other half-devil slowly begins to disappear.
"she's no one."
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send a ship ask game xiyao chengyao and chengxian
oooh another one thank u!!
xiyao
my otp tbh. i mean, i wrote an entire fic series about an alternate universe where jgy lives, just so i could keep them together. i think that answers that question lmao. but no, like, you don't understand. these two are such a tragedy: they love each other so deeply, yet are kept apart by duty and circumstance, and lxc is someone who jgy is probably the most honest with - but he still withholds - and him withholding from lxc is the one thing that lxc cannot forgive. so when guanyin temple happens, and lxc finds out the truth, he feels betrayed and rejected and like everything between them was a lie and god, he thought that he knew jgy better than anyone else. he thought he was the exception. but jgy can't afford exceptions. can't afford to let anyone too close. experience has taught him to keep people within arm's distance but no closer than that and lxc had thought he was the exception but he wasn't. except that he was - in jgy's eyes - because jgy had never allowed himself to hope for love, to be loved, before lxc.
lxc wanted to know jgy - even the monster bits - but jgy thought he had to wear a mask in order to be loved by him. but lxc just wanted him, darkness and all.
chengyao
ohoho i mean, i love the concept of chengyao as like "two men who are bad at emotions are thrown together by force to help raise this child together" and i just, like to think that over the years, jc had grown to respect - maybe even admire - jgy for his resilience and persistence. b/c those are two traits that jc values highly - and he knows what it means to be resilient and persistent and to build something from scratch. so he admires jgy, and jgy grows to admire jc too, because he sees the way jc had rebuilt his sect from the ground up and how he holds his own against other sect leaders and - there might be a little bit of jealousy there.
so they respect one another, and they have this kid they have to raise together, so they do their best. and maybe jc thinks jl likes jgy better, so there's some hidden resentment, and maybe jgy thinks jc is too harsh on jl, so there's judgment. and they never see eye to eye, but they do their best - for jl.
but then guanyin temple happens and jgy puts the garrote around jl's neck - his own nephew - and jc loses every ounce of respect he has for jgy. even if all of his other atrocities didn't seal his fate - him using the garrote on jl did it for him.
but man. before all that - these two raising jl together?? peak comedy. 100/10 never getting over it. they are a small, broken family but jc and jgy are both tenacious as hell and like hell they're gonna let this boy suffer like they did. that's why jl is so spoiled rotten - b/c jgy and jc just can't stand to see him suffer.
chengxian
oh anon. you just opened the floodgates. what can i say about chengxian, the twin prides, the two brothers who have always been at odds, yet refusing to let each other go?
chengxian is the most tragic ship in the entire show. we watch jc and wwx grow up together. we see their brotherhood and their friendship. we see how loyal and dedicated and fond they are of one another. but we also see the cracks and fissures between them: the way jfm dotes on wwx and the parallel hatred yzy has for wwx; the way jc always felt responsible for wwx; the fact that jc may have been wwx's superior in title but everyone who saw them knew wwx was smarter and stronger ; and the resentment that dug its way inside jc's chest and made him bitter.
but jc had always thought - believed - that wwx would choose him over everything else - except maybe jyl - and he clung to their brotherhood like a lifeline. he thought wwx was his ride or die.
but then the wen's destroy the jiang sect. they kill jc's parents. and jc blames wwx for everything - but still, even then, he sacrifices himself to save wwx, and they tear out jc's core (and wwx saves him too late and sacrifices his own core to save jc but jc doesn't know this until years later and its too late and everything is festered and ugly between them) and the wen's throw wwx into the burial mounds and he thinks wwx is dead and that it was all for nothing.
wwx goes to the burial mounds - and that, that changes things entirely. it changes wwx, b/c now he's coreless and weak and he's had to survive.
and then they meet again - after jc spends months with someone he hates just looking for his brother, clinging to some shred of hope that he's still alive - and wwx is different. but they still try to act like everything is the same; that nothing has changed. except that everything has.
and then wwx chooses the wens. he chooses the wens - the very same sect who murdered their family - over jc. over family. and something inside jc finally breaks.
he gives up on wwx. gives up on their brotherhood. meanwhile wwx has been begging him to let him go this entire time. and he thinks wwx doesn't care when it's the farthest thing from it, because all wwx wants is for jc to rebuild his sect, and being associated with wwx will only destroy them.
but, these two are Class A noncommunicators. they sacrifice everything for each other time and time again, without any thought to what the other one wants, and if not for wn, wwx would have died holding onto the core secret (edit: hell, he fucking DID in his first life); just like jc will probably die without ever telling wwx that he was the one who distracted the wen guards. that he was the domino that led to all the broken things between them.
this...has gotten impossibly long. but i'll end with this: jc and wwx will never stop loving each other. beneath all of the layers of resentment and bitterness and hatred, there is brotherhood and love and care.
they may be too broken to be fixed in their entirety, but a broken vase can still be glued back together.
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C279 of The Husky and his White Cat Shizun
(I'm pretty sure I posted this before?? Did Tumblr eat my post or is my memory failing me??)
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In a hidden valley.
It was late at night, and fresh snow drifted down outside the hut.
These few days, Mo Ran’s wounds kept deteriorating. Even though Chu Wan Ning used the Flower Soul Sacrifice spell to heal him, there was little effect.
In the afternoon, he groggily woke once, but his consciousness was vague. His eyes barely open, he saw Chu Wan Ning and cried, he apologized, then begged him not to leave, his words were jumbled and nonsensical, and at the end he simply wept, unable to speak.
He kept dreaming, constantly travelling through those years of unease.
One moment, he thought he had just been picked up by Xue Zhengyong, the other, he thought he were during those five years he had lost Chu Wan Ning.
The only thing he couldn’t dream of, were those memories that the Eight-Suffering-Hatred Flower had stolen from him. He couldn’t dream of all his sacrifices, of all his efforts at protection, of all his innocence.
“Mo Ran……” Carrying a bowl of freshly cooked congee, Chu Wan Ning came to his bedside.
The congee was just barely edible, and was made with the culinary skill of his past life.
He sat by the bed, raised a hand, and stroked Mo Ran’s forehead.
It was extremely hot with fever.
He called him, but couldn’t awaken him no matter what. So Chu Wan Ning waited, waited until the congee slowly grew cool, then cold, he felt that this would not do and warmed the congee in a water bath.
He didn’t know when Mo Ran would wake, but if he did, he would immediately have something to eat.
“I made it with chicken stock, your favourite,” Chu Wan Ning spoke to him softly. The spells keeping Mo Ran’s heart beating had never stopped, but Mo Ran could not wake up.
If he could not wake up, that meant that the moment the spells stopped, perhaps he would never wake up.
It was impossible to save him.
But he couldn’t bear to give up, how could he bear to give up?
Mo Ran was still alive, he still drew breath no matter how weakly. These days, as Chu Wan Ning kept a constant vigil at his side, seeing that his chest still rose and fell, he felt that there was still hope, that there was still turning back.
It was still in time.
Chu Wan Ning even remembered, one night, Mo Ran groggily woke. At that time, there was no lamplight in the hut. Mo Ran stared dazedly at the lamp, his dried lips slightly moving.
He was very agitated and grabbed Mo Ran’s hand hurriedly, asking, “What are you trying to say?”
“...... Light……”
“What?”
“...... Light….. I want light……” Mo Ran gazed at the lamp that he was fated never to be able to light, and a tear fell, rolling down his face, “I want light…”
In that moment, it was like time had reversed.
It was as if they had gone back to that year, when Mo Ran had just come under his tutelage. Mo Ran fell ill, the skinny youth curled up on the bed dazedly.
When Chu Wan Ning visited him, he was sobbing quietly and calling for his mom.
Unsure of how to soothe him, Chu Wan Ning sat beside the youth’s bed, raised his hand hesitatingly, and stroked the youth’s forehead.
That skinny child began to cry, and said, “It’s dark…… It’s all dark…… Mom…… I want to go home……”
In the end, it was Chu Wan Ning who lit the lamp, the flickering fire casting light on the four walls, and on Chu Wan Ning’s face. As though he felt the warmth of the light, the feverish child opened a pair of black, damp eyes.
“Shizun……”
Chu Wan Ning made a sound of reply, and helped cover him with the blanket. His voice was low and sounded very gentle, “Mo Ran, the light is lit… Don’t be afraid.”
After so many years, a lone, small lamp was once again lit up, the warm yellow light spreading in the hut, driving away the endless darkness and chill.
Chu Wan Ning caressed his bangs, and called him hoarsely, “Mo Ran, the light is lit.”
He wanted to continue, don’t be afraid.
But his throat choked on a sob, and he couldn’t say it. Chu Wan Ning managed to hold his tears back, but he finally placed his forehead against Mo Ran’s, and begged in low, fragmented sobs, “...... The light is lit, wake up, please?”
“Answer me, please…...”
The lamp kept burning, the flame going from clear and bright, until the oil was exhausted.
Afterwards, the sky lit up, white light flooding in from the windows, but Mo Ran still did not open his eyes. Those times when that deeply sleeping youth could be awoken with a single lamp, were over.
There was no turning back.
Another three nights passed.
These days Chu Wan Ning kept vigil by his bedside everyday, caring for him, accompanying him, giving him spiritual energy, and also telling him about those things which he had slowly forgotten.
This evening, the snow had stopped and the sun was red outside their window, the remaining sunlight scattering over the land. A pair of squirrels bounded on a snow-laden branch as they passed, and a flurry of glittering white flew, then fell.
This light fell on the man lying on the bed, the evening light adding some color to his sickly white complexion. Under his thin eyelids, his eyes moved slightly-- Then, he gradually opened his eyes.
After several days of heavy illness, Mo Ran finally woke.
He opened his eyes, his gaze dazed and empty, until he saw Chu Wan Ning sprawled on the side of his bed in shallow, exhausted slumber.
Mo Ran whispered hoarsely, in a daze, “Shizun……”
He lay under the sheets, his consciousness slowly coming back to himself, slowly, he vaguely remembered while he was drifting in and out of sleep, those things Chu Wan Ning repeatedly told him about.
That cup of wine on Mid-Autumn’s, the crabapple handkerchief..…. And that year in the Red Lotus Pavilion, the Eight-Suffering-Hatred flower that he had chosen to take in his place.
Was it a dream?
Was it only that he yearned for salvation too much, that’s why he dreamt that Chu Wan Ning had told him those stories; was it only that he longed to turn back too much, that’s why he dreamt that Chu Wan Ning was willing to forgive him, was willing to give him forgiveness.
He slanted his face and reached out one hand, wanting to touch that man sleeping deeply by his pillow. But his fingertips had yet to touch him, before they retracted.
He was afraid that once he touched him, the dream would shatter.
He was still in the Tianyin Pavilion, he was still kneeling on the Stage of Guilt, below him were the masses of observers. He was kneeling alone in front of thousands, those people in the end turning to a sea of blurred faces in his eyes, turning into those vengeful souls that had died under his hand, laughing and screaming for his life.
Nobody wanted him, nobody saved him.
It was all his shamelessness, it was all his wild ambition, it was him going crazy, it was him hallucinating that Chu Wan Ning had come--- It was him, in the violent torture of having his heart dug out, he had hallucinated the last fire in the world.
It was all false.
There was never anyone who broke his chains, there was never anyone who embraced him, there was never anyone who rode the wind to him, there was never anyone who brought him home.
His eyelashes trembled, tears formed in his eyes. He stared at Chu Wan Ning’s sleeping face, he didn’t dare to blink, until his eyes finally blurred, until his tears finally fell.
Chu Wan Ning’s reflection shattered into a thousand million shining splinters, and he looked upon his good dream again.
The dream, was still there.
Mo Ran lay weakly on the bed, his eyelashes wet, his throat contracting, tears falling endlessly from the corners of his eyes…… His heart hurt greatly, the blood was oozing outwards without stopping. Afraid that he would wake Chu Wan Ning who had fallen asleep for a moment, he bit his lip as he wept soundlessly.
He had woken, but he knew his own body. He knew that this was only temporary, that it was just a final burst of life.
It was also the last mercy the heavens had given him.
He, Mo Wei Yu, had lived in anxiety for most of his life, had lived in insanity for a lifetime. His hands covered in blood, unable to escape from his reputation, only at the last was he finally convicted. Hence he felt very dazed, even a little uneasy.
He didn’t know whether this was fortune or misfortune.
It was misfortunate, that he had lived both his lives in absurdity.
It was fortunate, that the remainder of his days, could finally be spent in peace.
But how many days did he have left? One day? Two?
This was a peace he had exchanged for with his life.
--- Peaceful days, which he had never had before.
Eventually he heard Chu Wan Ning stir, and he hurriedly wiped his tears away, not wanting to let Shizun see that he was crying.
Mo Ran turned his head, watching the lashes of the person beside his bed quiver, watching those narrow eyes ease open, watching himself be reflected in those eyes.
Outside, the sky turned dark.
He heard Chu Wan Ning lightly call him in a slightly hoarse voice, “Mo…… Ran?”
That sound was low and gentle and slow, like a spring bud breaking through the soil, like the thawing of a frozen river, like tendrils of warm steam rising from a heated jar of wine, warming one’s heart. It was a heavenly music that he would never forget in this life. So Mo Ran was silent for a while, then he smiled.
“Shizun, I’ve woken.”
The night was clear, the life ahead was long.
That night, in the hidden valley, Mo Ran finally experienced the most carefree, most gentle time of both his lifetimes. He woke, and he could see the overjoyed surprise and sorrow in Chu Wan Ning’s eyes. He woke, lying on the bed, he let Chu Wan Ning do whatever he wanted, say whatever he wanted, he let Chu Wan Ning tell him about this and that incident and misunderstanding.
To him, it was not important.
He just wanted to hold on a little longer, just a little longer.
“Let me see your wound again.”
“Nah.” Mo Ran smiled as he held Chu Wan Ning’s hand, carrying it to his lips for a light kiss. “I’m fine now.”
After rejecting a few times, Chu Wan Ning gazed at him, then seemed to suddenly understand something, his face going pale little by little.
Mo Ran forced himself to stay at ease as he gently repeated, “I’m really fine now.”
Chu Wan Ning didn’t reply, after a while, he stood up and walked over to the stove. The firewood in it was gradually burning out, he turned his back to Mo Ran as he slowly agitated the wood.
The fire rose and the hut became warm again, but Chu Wan Ning didn’t turn his head back, using the poker to continue stirring the wood which no longer needed stirring.
“Congee……”
At last, his voice was hoarse as he said.
“I kept the congee warm for you, waiting for you to eat it after waking up.”
Mo Ran was silent for a moment before he lowered his eyelids and laughed. “...... I haven’t had Wan Ning’s congee in a long time, after you left in my last life, I’ve never had it again.”
“I didn’t make it well.” Chu Wan Ning said, “I’m still not good at it, probably…… It’s only barely palatable……” His voice trembled a little at the end, as though he could no longer continue talking.
He paused for a long while before slowly saying, “I’ll fill a bowl for you.”
Mo Ran replied, “...... Okay.”
It was very warm in the hut, as the night deepened, snow began drifting down.
Mo Ran carried his bowl of congee, carefully eating it. Every few mouthfuls, he would look at Chu Wan Ning, then lower his head to continue eating, then look back up at Chu Wan Ning.
Chu Wan Ning asked, “What’s wrong? Do you feel discomfort anywhere?”
“No,” Mo Ran replied quietly, “I just want to look at you more.”
“......” Chu Wan Ning didn’t say a word, and used his silver dagger to carve the fish roasting over the stove. The river fish was meltingly tender, but there were still spines in it, he removed all the spines and separated the snow-white fish meat meticulously.
In the past when he ate, Mo Ran always took care of him.
Now, the reverse was also true.
He handed the cut fish to Mo Ran, “Eat it while it’s hot.”
Mo Ran obediently ate it.
When this man was lying on the bed covered by the blanket, he did not seem so tall. The orange firelight illuminated his face, it was very youthful.
At this time, Chu Wan Ning suddenly realized. Truthfully, whether it was Taxian-jun, or Grandmaster Mo, they were both younger than himself by an entire decade.
Yet, they had endured so much hardship.
Mo Ran finished his congee, but picked up the plumpest piece of fish meat and was about to hand it to Chu Wan Ning, but stopped. “Shizun, what’s wrong?”
Chu Wan Ning lowered his head, the rim of his eyes slightly red. He steadied his emotions before unemotionally saying, “It’s nothing, it’s just a little cold.”
Afraid that if he sat here he would be less and less able to control himself, he got up. “I’m going to patrol the surroundings, after you finish eating, hurry and go rest. When your wounds are better, I will bring you back to the Peak of Life and Death.”
They both knew that this apparent recovery was nothing more than a temporary burst of life, that there weren’t many days left.
Yet, they spoke of tomorrow, of the future. As though they wanted to cram the next few decades into this one night, as though they wanted to spend all their future days in this one snowy night.
After Chu Wan Ning left, Mo Ran sat in front of the stove for a while before loosening his clothes and lowering his head to look at the ugly wound.
He sat there blankly for a while, emptily.
The snow outside fell more and more heavily, Mo Ran didn’t know when he would suddenly deteriorate, nor when his life would come to its end. He sprawled beside the bed and watched the snow drifting outside, the whistle of the wind in his ears, and suddenly felt like his life was like this harried wind, everything in his past flowing away.
Actually no matter whether it was his past life, or this life, there were always such intelligent people scheming and calculating.
Whether it was Shizun, or Shimei, one of them wanted to protect him, the other wanted to harm him, but they all had their own calculations. Even though through some twist in fate they may not have succeeded, but they all had their long-term schemes.
Mo Ran wasn’t like them, he was the sort of canine that was extremely stupid, and didn’t have any such roundabout thoughts. He didn’t know how to plan each step, or how to play a beautiful game of chess. He only knew how to steadfastly protect the one he loves, no matter whether he were grievously wounded to the bone, he would still obstinately stand in front of that person, and never leave.
Said in a nice way, this sort of person is brave.
Said in a bad way, this sort of person, is stupid.
This extremely stupid person lay by the window, his lashes quivering, and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing under a distant plum tree.
Chu Wan Ning didn’t go to patrol, this was only his excuse.
The snow was too heavy and he was standing too far away for Mo Ran to clearly see any emotion on his face, only his blurred silhouette. He stood under the blanket of falling snow, unmoving.
What was he thinking about?
Was he cold?
He……
“Shizun.”
Chu Wan Ning was in a daze when he turned his head back and saw, in the dark night, in the snow, that black-clothed youth wrapped in the blanket. He had, without him realizing, come up behind him.
Chu Wan Ning startled and immediately said, “Why are you out here? What did you come here for? Hurry up and---”
He hadn’t managed to say, “go back”, when a warmth enveloped him.
Mo Ran raised the blanket over them, darkness and warmth descended, and he enveloped Chu Wan Ning into the blanket.
The two of them stood under the old plum tree, standing inside that thick, disused blanket which smelled a little musty no matter how long it was sunned. No matter how heavy the snow was, or how the wind howled, it had nothing to do with them.
Mo Ran embraced him inside this warmth and pitch darkness. “Don’t think about it anymore, even though I don’t remember any of those things Shizun told me about, but……”
He paused, and kissed Chu Wan Ning’s forehead, then continued in a small voice, “But if I had to go back and go through it again, I would still have done the same.”
“......”
“Besides,” he felt for and caught Chu Wan Ning’s frozen hands in his own, “Shizun doesn’t have to feel bad. Actually, I feel that what Shimei said was correct, the Eight-Suffering-Hatred Flower merely amplified and realized those unspeakable thoughts and desires in my heart.”
Their fingers entwined.
Mo Ran touched his forehead to his. “I originally had a lot of hatred in my heart, it’s just that I didn’t vent them when I was young. Massacring the Rufeng Sect…… I did think of it. Conquering the world, I also thought of it. It’s pretty funny, when I was five or six and hiding inside a broken room, I did fantasize about one day being all-powerful. These are all my own desires, nobody forced them on me.”
He stroked Chu Wan Ning’s face. “So, if the one who had been parasitized at the time had been Shizun, perhaps you wouldn’t have become an evil tyrant like me. And you wouldn’t have been used, or tried by the Tianyin Pavilion.” He laughed, a nasal tone to it, and nuzzled his forehead against his comfortingly. “I didn’t substitute you, so don’t think about it anymore, come back to the house and sleep.”
The bed was very narrow, Mo Ran cradled him in his arms.
The moment that had to come would always come closer and closer, there was no escaping.
Mo Ran’s consciousness began to become blurred and scattered again, the twisting pain in his heart was greater than it had ever been before. This final burst of life would not last too long, when Mom died it was like this as well, he knew that he didn’t have much time left.
He lowered his thick lashes, the stove’s fire at this time had already dimmed. That hazy yellow light illuminated his youthful, handsome face, and made it seem extraordinarily gentle.
This stupid man, probably seeing the pain in Chu Wan Ning’s gaze, endured his own pain and asked with a smile, “Does it look good?”
Chu Wan Ning paused for a moment, as expected. “What?”
“The scar.” Mo Ran said, “A man should have a few scars, it’s more manly.”
Chu Wan Ning fell silent for a while, raised his hand, and slapped him neither lightly nor heavily. The slap was so light, it seemed more like a caress.
After a moment, he seemed to finally no longer be able to bear it, and buried himself in Mo Ran’s warm embrace. He didn’t make a sound, but his shoulders were trembling.
He knew.
Chu Wan Ning knew.
Mo Ran startled for a moment, embraced him, kissed his temple and hair.
“It’s so ugly, huh.” After going through crisis, he was far gentler than before, he lightly sighed. “It’s so ugly it made Wan Ning cry?”
If he had said Shizun, that would have still been alright.
With this ‘Wan Ning’, two lives crossed.
Chu Wan Ning hugged this man’s hot and alive body under the blanket--- He had always despised and been ashamed of expressing any of the strong emotions in his heart, but at this moment, he felt that all his tension and shame were so ridiculous, so absurd.
So in this close embrace, on this narrow bed, in this empty hut, on this long, snowy night.
Chu Wan Ning said softly, “How could it be ugly? Whether you have a scar, or whether you don’t, you’re still good-looking.”
Mo Ran startled.
He had never before heard Chu Wan Ning confess so directly.
Not even that day, when he confessed while riding on the flying sword.
There was only a little firelight left in the hut, it was very quiet, and very gentle.
A belated tranquility and gentleness.
[This is a play on Wan Ning’s name; Wan = late, Ning = tranquil]
“Whether it’s in the past life, or in this life, I like you, I am willing to be with you, even in the future.”
Mo Ran listened to him speak, sentence by sentence, he couldn’t see Chu Wan Ning’s face properly, but he could imagine Chu Wan Ning’s appearance right now.
Probably, his eyes were red, even his ear tips were red.
“In the past, I knew you were parasitized but I couldn’t show it, I could only hate you…… I can finally repay it to you.” Chu Wan Ning’s face were hot, the corners of his eyes damp, “I like you, I’m willing to marry you, I’m willing to split my soul for you, I’m willing to submit to you.”
When he heard “willing to submit to you”, Mo Ran’s heart seemed to be set aflame, his whole body trembled.
He was touched, and sorrowful, pained, and yet tender.
His voice was practically quivering, “Shizun…...”
Chu Wan Ning lifted his hand and stopped him. “Listen to me finish.”
But after waiting a long while, Chu Wan Ning was after all not good at saying sweet words. He thought of a lot, but none of them seemed appropriate, none of them seemed enough.
For a moment, Chu Wan Ning really wanted to say, “I’m sorry, I let you bear too much hardship.”
He also wanted to say, “In our past lives until I left, I couldn’t honestly tell you the truth, I mistook you.”
He also wanted to say, “That year in the Red Lotus Pavilion, thank you for being willing to protect me.”
He even wanted to throw away all his pride at this moment, he wanted to cry to Mo Ran, he wanted to hold this body which had yet to lose its warmth, and say, “Please don’t go, please don’t leave.”
But his throat constricted, his heart was filled with pain.
At last, Chu Wan Ning lowered his head and kissed Mo Ran’s wound. His lashes shivered, as he said.
“Mo Ran, no matter what happened in the past, or what will happen in the future, I will always be with you.”
Embarrassment permeated his entire body.
But his words were grave.
“For my whole life I will be Taxian-jun’s, as well as Grandmaster Mo’s.”
It was too hot.
Mo Ran only felt that this flame in his arms lit up again, in his eyes fireworks bloomed, all pain and sorrow seemed to fade away at this moment.
“Both lifetimes, belong to you.”
“No regret.”
Mo Ran slowly closed his wet eyes.
At the last, he kissed Chu Wan Ning’s lips, and sighed. “...... Shizun…… Thank you.”
The snow outside fell heavier and heavier, the night turned darker and darker.
They cradled each other in their arms, thinking, so, this is the remainder of life.
Mo Ran knew that his shirt was soaked with tears, but he didn’t say anything. He had wished from young that the remainder of his life would be filled with happiness, at this time, they should at least be happy.
He held Chu Wan Ning and said, “Sleep, Wan Ning. Sleep, I’ll hold you. You’re afraid of the cold, I’ll warm you.”
“When I’m well, we’ll go back to the Peak of Life and Death together, I want to seek forgiveness from my uncle and aunt, I want to squabble with Xue Meng again…… We still have many things to do……”
He stroked Chu Wan Ning’s hair, his voice was soft.
The copper-sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, and his breathing became more and more difficult.
But he was still smiling, his expression at this time was very tranquil. “Shizun, I will carry your umbrella for you for my whole life.”
In his arms, Chu Wan Ning wept soundlessly.
“Xia-shidi……” He teased him again, he obviously could barely speak anymore, but he still teased him, “Shi-ge...... will tell you a story…… I’ll tell you a story every night, from now on…… Don’t be disdainful that Shi-ge is clumsy with words and can only, tell the story of a cow eating grass……”
At the very, very last, Mo Ran lifted his eyelids, and looked at the thick snow piled on the window sill.
The land was covered in pure white.
“Wan Ning.” He embraced him, his heartbeat echoing in Chu Wan Ning’s ear, his voice quiet, “I will always love you.”
He slowly closed his eyes, his dimples were shallow.
His heartbeat slowed little by little, becoming more and more erratic.
Suddenly, a tree branch outside the window snapped from the weight of snow piled on it, making an abrupt disturbance. The snow and tree branch fell to the ground together with a loud noise.
After this disturbance, Chu Wan Ning, could no longer hear that heartbeat in his ear.
He waited for a bit, he waited for a moment, he waited for a while, he waited for a long time.
No more sound came.
No more sound…… There was nothing……
That was a terrifying silence that chilled one to the bone.
It was a terrifying silence that made one despair for his whole life.
Final.
Still.
Silence.
The room was filled with a deathly silence, so quiet it was frightening.
After very, very long, Chu Wan Ning still didn’t move. He still lay in Mo Ran’s embrace, still lay on the bed, he didn’t even get up or lift his head, nor did he speak.
His little disciple, his Mo-Shixiong, his Taxian-jun wanted him to sleep.
He said he would carry his umbrella for him for his whole life, tell him stories for his whole life, love him for the remainder of his life.
Mo Ran said, it’s cold outside, it’s snowing heavily.
I’ll warm you.
Chu Wan Ning curled in his arms, curled against that chest which had yet to lose its warmth, and stayed unmoving.
They had to set out on their journey home tomorrow.
He had to rest properly with Mo Ran.
Chu Wan Ning reached out his arm, and wrapped it around Mo Ran’s waist.
In the black night, he said, “Fine, I’ll listen to you and sleep. …… But, tomorrow, once I call you, you have to remember to wake up.”
He pressed against that chest which no longer rose and fell, his tears soaking and warming Mo Ran’s clothes.
“You’re not allowed to sleep in.”
Good night, Mo Ran.
This night is very long, but I’ll be with you, wishing you a good dream, with fire, with light.
And home.
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Eden VAU & Blood Sacrifices crossover
Whumptober No. 28: Sacrifice
TW: insomnia, referenced religious abuse, referenced human sacrifice, referenced colonialism, vampire carewhumper, human whumpee, referenced vampire whumper, referenced human whumpee
Note: This works if you've only read Eden VAU, but it may or may not contain spoilers for Blood Sacrifices. I played a game of telephone with the plot for myth building realism, so any spoilers are at least a bit inaccurate to what'll actually happen in the plot.
Ezra sat on the sofa with a glass of warm milk, hoping that Christopher could lure him into sleep after hours of insomnia. He hasn't slept at all the night before, and was suffering for it.
"English speakers start stories with once upon a time, yes?" Christopher asked.
"Yes," Ezra affirmed. "At least older stories."
"This is very old story, told for centuries by vampires of the Americas." Christopher cleared his throat. "Once upon a time, there was a vampire. He lived on outskirts of small city state in what we now call Southern Americas. Before European plunderers ravished beautiful jungles in search of gold. This vampire's name has been lost to time. Society he preyed upon was not any remembered culture for their pyramids, and was long destroyed by colonizers."
Ezra nodded. He knew very little of history outside of the United States, and was often embarrassed by it. This seemed a fine way to get an education. Even if it was wrapped in myths and legends.
"This vampire," Christopher continued, "watched for years with jealousy as humans sacrificed one another in their gods' names. He could not understand why he should be forced to hunt humans like wild jungle cat when blood flowed so willingly over ornate altars within temple walls."
Despite his revulsion at the concept of human sacrifice, Ezra couldn't help but think that made some amounts of sense. After all, gods were imaginary, they didn't need human blood. But vampires did, even if sacrifices and murders were equally brutal.
"So, watched civilization for years, hatching a grand plot to disguise himself as god of hunting, harvest, and new life. This went well, and soon he was power of great authority over the people. But he made a grave and simple mistake. For he found sons of men lovely to behold, and fell in love with his high priest. They spent much time together, and his high priest would go any lengths to please the charlatan he believed to be his god."
This reminded Ezra of the many Greek myths he had read, with gods falling for mortals, usually under very unethical circumstances. Like Zeus and… Every woman in Greece ever.
"The charlatan relentlessly pursued and romanced his priest, until no person or treasure in all their land mattered more than their marriage. But secrets always come out, no matter how long they take. The priest had no knowledge of vampire kind until the charlatan confessed to nature of his kind."
Ezra found himself growing invested in the story. It was an odd kind of myth. More something he would read in a history text book than hear before bed. But as it seemed to be known to vampires alone, he counted himself lucky to be introduced to these ancient men of renown.
"The priest felt as betrayed as any man could, and hatched plot of his own. Next time the charlatan fell into slumber, the priest made attempt on his life. It was unsuccessful, and the two men disappeared from their city shortly after. No one knows what became of them, but even now some claim to have met two vampires, always traveling under different names and creating schemes to pull wool over eyes of mankind."
"I like that story," Ezra said, sensing that it was over. "It's really unique. I like the idea that the charlatan turned the priest into a vampire so they could run off together. Even if the start of their relationship wasn't great, for obvious reasons."
"I am glad you enjoyed my telling it. We vampires have many stories of this kind, and I would be pleased to tell you them."
Ezra yawned, and set his empty glass on the coffee table. "How about tomorrow? I really have to sleep."
"Of course, my darling." Christopher stood up and kissed Ezra on his forehead. "Pleasant dreams."
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Hi! I saw your requests were open and was wonder if you’d write a yandere!bakugou x fem!reader scenario where they’re childhood friends and Bakugou kidnaps the reader and tries to convince her that he loves her and is only doing everything he is to show her how far he’d go for her. Time moves distorted in the basement and one day, Bakugou snaps at the reader for something small. In anger, she asks him how long she’s been here and he said around 5 years. She looses it and kills herself because she knows now that even if she escapes, her life and education (she was starting uni when he kidnapped her) is practically over and would be difficult to fix, and she just doesn’t have the energy for that after a clingy, attention-seeking Bakugou. He returns, heavy with guilt and regret where he finds her. It would be even better if she took her last breath as he found her. If you’re okay with writing this request, please focus on Bakugou’s guilty and regretful emotions because I’m a sucker for emotional sadism.
Pairing: Yandere! Katsuki x Reader; request is for fem! reader but no pronouns are used in the story.
Content Warning: Yandere; Suicide; death
Summary: He promised to keep you safe. Too bad he forgot that also meant from himself.
Katsuki remembers his promise to keep you safe. It was a long time ago, back when the world didn’t seem so complicated, and the only thing you had to worry about was getting home before the streetlights came on.
Things started to change when you turned thirteen and some speeding idiot couldn’t see that you were crossing the road. He understands that the day your blood made a skid along the pavement may have been the day when things got complicated. That his already confusing emotions became more overbearing than they already were especially when your eighteen birthday and graduation came and went.
You were ready to pack up your things and run off to university with that boyfriend Katsuki knew in his heart wouldn’t be strong enough, smart enough, enough of anything to keep you safe out in the real world.
Thus, he did what was needed to keep you safe, or what he thought was needed. It all seems so wrong now as he watches you choking in a pool of your own blood. Again.
He scoops you into his arms, leaning you up off the cushioned floor of the basement turned home for the past five years. He couldn’t explain how this could happen. He made sure to keep anything you could use to hurt yourself away after your first attempt three years ago when you said you couldn’t take it anymore and that living under his spotlight wasn’t a life. You almost died once before, and you preferred that path over living with no prospects and nothing to look forward to except the slim bit of light entering the room whenever Katsuki would visit.
“You’ll understand one day why I did this,” he told you, but he guesses he didn’t make you understand well enough.
He doesn’t know how many times he screams your name like it’ll keep you here with him, and he shakes your body to keep your quickly fading consciousness awake. “Why? Damn it, why did you do this,” is all he can ask, but he finds you can’t tell him, and you gasping breaths only causes the blood spilling into your mouth to bubble and splatter.
It’s how he realizes what you did. He thought it was an old movie tale to bite off one’s own tongue, but you had found the determination to severe your own, and you were suffering from your own fluids overcrowding your lungs.
“Come on. You have to stay with me,” and he hopes that turning you over will solve ethe problem and get you to breath but it’s too late as he can’t find any light in your eyes. “We can fix this. I can fix this,” he thinks as it quickly crosses his mind to press his lips to yours and breath for you.
All he needs is one breath from you, one chance to fix you up. If you died, then everything he’s done in his life to keep you safe would have been meaningless. The sacrifices he has to make to keep you hidden and the life he forced you to give up wasn’t meant for this ending, the one where you leave this world at such a young age.
All he needs is for you to accept his efforts and breathe. If you give him another chance, he’ll be sure to make you happy next go around, but it’s all for not as the only thing he accomplishes is smearing the remains of your blood across his mouth.
His heart pumps slow as he settles you back onto the floor. You look so small, smaller than when you were children as your body goes limp and your head tilts off to kiss your cheek to the floor.
The world settles on his shoulders heavily as the realization creeps on him like a sudden chill, the realization that this is where your future ends. You won’t be able to see tomorrow or get married or have a family of your own (with him one day, he planned). You would never get the chance to have the life you wanted because of his mistake in not keeping a closer eye on you.
Or, maybe he should’ve chosen a different path, had been less rash, and watched you from afar, stealing you away from your pathetic boyfriend to keep you safe on mutual terms.
If he could redo that decision, then he’d keep you safe in a way that would have given you the world because you were his. Instead, the best he can do is give you a proper grave even if you deserved much more.
#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#tw:darkcontent#tw:suicide#yandere#tw:yandere#tw:death
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STRAYKIDS - MATES [Part - 12]
➺ 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 : [𝟐𝟑:𝟑𝟐] 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 "𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍" 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔! 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅!!
𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃
Hyunjin smiled as his eyes ran over the sleeping beauty that laid without a worry in front of him. Eyes closed beautifully, lashes touching the small light freckles, face and body still in peace while the white sheets wrapped the Omega perfectly in its embrace as of it wants to touch him as much as possible, just to have a piece of the purity and the happiness he carried. Felix is beautiful, a living sunshine, spreading hope and happiness wherever he goes.
The Luna could not take his eyes off him, not his fault though. Who would want to look away from Felix? Even a blink felt like a curse when Hyunjin looked at him-he wanted no interruption, be it a second or millisecond. Not to forget, the little one growing inside Felix only gave the elder more reasons to just stay where he was, sitting right beside Felix while the younger slept comfortably.
However, it was not all flowers for the Luna. Hyunjin knew he should not feel it. It is not something that he should feel as a Luna or as a mate but anguish and agony are something that even Lords cannot control. He can't help it either. It was hurting him-more than it should. It was clawing on his heart, reminding him about the dreadful night, about the sufferings, about the pain, about the hurt, about the sacrifice-the unborn child. He could feel his womb crying with emptiness. If it was not for his weak body...the child would have been three years old by now.
For the first time in his life, he felt envious and that too of his very own mate. Someone he should protect and care for. Someone who he loves dearly to no end. Someone for who he would give up his life for. It was a shame indeed. He was embarrassed of the way he felt jealously every time he looked at Felix. The Omega stood strong with the small baby boy inside him and seven mates to protect him.
Hyunjin knew that the baby was their pack child but the little boy was not his to call mine and it grieved him to the core. Hyunjin's heart clenched as he smiled sadly, his happiness now gone. Even the little heartbeat could not comfort the pain in his chest. The little boy wasn't his- he knew that very well. He closed his eyes and his hand unknowingly reached under the sheet to touch the soft belly of his mate that protected the child growing inside. Oh, what a miracle it was to know that there was a little being within his flesh! A little Alpha boy...just like his. Hyunjin's eyes watered at the thought of the little Alpha...his little baby.
The Luna rested his palm on the top of Felix's stomach, caressing it slowly as he felt the small bean under the touch of his fingers. The faint heartbeat and the feeblest movements ever. The baby was taking shape slowly-he could feel it and soon he would be here in Felix's arms. He would grow into a strong Alpha just like Changbin who would rule after them. He thought if his little bubba would have been the same.It was a disgrace upon the name of the Luna that he felt envious of his own mate for carrying a child. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted it too or maybe it was because he wanted his little bubba back. It has been three years and still there is not even a single day when he has not thought about him.
For the first time ever, he wanted to blame someone for losing his child. He had gone over it multiple times but he just could not let go of it. It was his fault-all his fault that he had to make a sacrifice that day. It was no lie that the baby died because his body was weak. He could not carry it. The baby died because of him!If it were a crime to be jealous of his own mate then Hyunjin was all up for a punishment as described by the law. He just could not help himself. Even if he tried to control it, his empty womb would remind him of the luxury that he was deprived of unlike Felix who was unknowingly providing the best care in the world to his little child. He wanted to have it too! He wanted to have a small bub inside him like Felix. He wanted to experience it too. He wanted to know what it feels like to carry a child...carry a child more than a day.
Hyunjin would not do more crime and lie to the world about his evil thoughts-he has emotions too! He would not lie and say that he never had the thought of taking away Felix's child from him even when he knew it was wrong. He just...he just wanted it even when he knew of the incorrectHis thoughts were that of a criminal, dripping with envy and pain. However, even then, shamelessly or not, Hyunjin desired for it especially...the one he lost to fate. His little baby...his bubba...his little sunshine...his little Alpha...his baby, just how much he would have loved that child! His womb was burning as he kept thinking about his baby. It felt so empty inside him...he was so stupid for feeling like this but he could not help it! He wanted what Felix have! A baby...just a baby...he wasn't asking for much. He just wanted something that was taken away from him forcefully. He wanted his bubba back anyhow in that moment.
"Can we talk?" Hyunjin jerked out of his chain of thoughts. He turned his neck towards the familiar sound, only to look at Chan standing near the door. They had won the war this morning without even a scratch on their bodies. It wasn't an easy war but with Chan and Hyunjin's powers, it was a game play.
"I don't have anything to say to you." Hyunjin replied flatly. It was all too much of mix of emotions inside of him...the envy, the anger, the pain, the frustration...it was all too mixed up, so much that he felt nothing but numb in the moment. "I do." Chan replied and walked towards Hyunjin's bed, ignoring what he had just said.
"I don't care."
"Hyunjin...listen to me..." Chan mumbled, eyes fixed on the Luna as he stood close to him.
"Alpha-"
"Why are you calling me, Alpha?" The angry mate retorted. He was very tired after fighting a long war and Hyunjin ignoring his presence was not something he wanted at the moment.
"Because you are one." Hyunjin replied straight. "What else could I do? You know it was the only way!" Chan said, almost yelling in the end. He was just done with everything. "You could have waited for me to tell you things myself. Are you really saying that what you did was right?" Hyunjin argued back, eyes widening in shock. "Oh! so now you wanted me to sit around while both of my omegas were hurting?" "It is not like you made our pain any less!" Hyunjin growled back, turning to look away from Chan in the end. It wasn't until that Felix groaned in his sleep that both the mates realised that they should not fight loudly next to him. "My room. I will wait for you." Chan stated, huffing in the end. He knew that they cannot continue here, not with Felix sleeping right next to them.
"I don't want to talk to you." Hyunjin replied simply, ignoring the anger flaring out of Chan. "Hyunjin-" "I don't want to talk to you." Hyunjin interrupted, mocking Chan's tone. "Stop angering me. This is a warning Hwang fucking Hyunjin. We both know very well that I am on my edge after the war. Even I don't know what I would do." Chan growled, making Hyunjin a little hurt with his tone and by the fact that he just addressed him with his old surname 'Hwang'- the one he had before they mated. It was quite clear that Hyunjin was more affected by it than he should be. The Omega grew quite and nodded his head hesitantly.
Hyunjin wanted to say something but the gulp in his throat stopped him. He knew that he would cry the moment he would open his mouth to speak. Why in the world was Chan was being so harsh to him? He was already suffering enough with Felix's pregnancy symptoms and his own emotions. Why can't Chan see that?
"Be quick." Chan whispered before turning away to leave the room with his heavy steps while Hyunjin just stared at his back with teary eyes. Hyunjin took hesitant and little steps as he entered the Blood Alpha's room. He could not say it for sure or exactly pin point what was wrong but he definitely felt a bit skeptical about the situation. He swears that he could feel a strange aura, a different aura, definitely an aura he wasnt used which was pretty strange as soon as he first stepped inside the room. It smelt a little different in there and he did not know why. Maybe because a lot of people would have visited the King today after the war. But why would they visit him in his room? It was all too weird but he was too tired emotionally and physically to even think about anything right now.
He just wanted to get it done with and return back to his room. "You are here." He heard Chan's voice coming from a corner. It sounded a bit different but he paid no attention to it since everything seemed a little unusual to him. Maybe it was just his mind tricking him because he did not want to be there in the first place or it might be his habit of always being extra paranoid that has been getting up to him out of nowhere since he was really sensitive because of Felix's pregnancy. So, he decided to ignore all of it and focus on why he was there. He quietly took a seat on the edge of the bed, hands resting on his lap as he tried to make sense out of the situation.
"Good Omegas always reply to their Alphas. You are lucky that you are pretty otherwise who knows what I would have done to you..." Chan spoke again and Hyunjin's head snapped towards him. Never in the world has he talked to him like that. Why is Chan being this way? It looked like the elder was a little taken aback from his reply because he frowned at Hyunjin. "What? Did I say anything wrong?" Chan asked as if the most obvious thing in the world. Moreover, he was making the younger Omega nervous in his presence. The Alpha was only wearing his leather pants, making him walk around shirtless which Hyunjin definitely found odd because it wasn't usual for Chan to walk around fully dressed as he normally was half naked in his room which was definitely more comfortable for him and Hyunjin knew that.
"You are still not replying to your Alpha, I see." Chan hummed as he walked towards a table present at the left end of the room. Hyunjin gulped, too confused to even mutter a sound. What the hell was going on? The Luna's blue orbs just carefully looked at every heavy step that Chan took, the sounds of which were echoing around the whole room.
It was a suffocating situation indeed. Hyunjin was confused and anxious at the same time. He didn't know what to do. A part of him wanted to run out the room and breathe the fresh cool air outside to stop his lungs from burning in nervousness but the other part of him wanted to stay inside with his Alpha and solve whatever problem they had. However, unlike the usual Chan, the Alpha looked angry and...different? It wasn't like Chan at all. Who talks to their Omega so rudely specially when they are the ones standing on the wrong side of the road? It was all too messed up.
"Let's see if you follow your Alpha's orders like a good Omega." Chan chuckled at the end of the sentence, his hands pouring the wine from the bottle into the glass skilfully. Another odd thing for him because he rarely had drinks with his mates or anyone for that sake. He is the King and he likes to be sober all the time since he is responsible for a whole Kingdom. Hyunjin frowned as he looked at his smirking mate. What was happening to Chan?
"Be an obedient mate and-" Chan started to speak, walking towards the Luna with a smirk plastered on his face. "Drink this." He completed, holding the glass near Hyunjin's face to offer him the drink which was weird as well. Chan knew very well that Hyunjin has always despised the taste of alcoholic drinks. He only drinks when he has too like when Kings and Queen of other Kingdoms visit them. It was very rare that Hyunjin be seen with something like that in his hands."You know that I don't like the taste." Hyunjin mumbled, gently pushing Chan's hand away from his face.
"Disobeying again? Why are you acting like a brat?" Chan said, bringing the glass near to Hyunjin's face again.
"My taste buds are sensitive right now because of Felix. A bitter drink like that is the last thing that I want to drink." Hyunjin reasoned, eyes going up to meet Chan's...green ones? He wondered what the hell was going on. How in the world did Chan get green eyes?
"I don't remember giving you an option Hyunjin. This is an order. Drink this right now." Chan said, gritting his teeth in anger. "If this is an order then I refuse to follow this order of yours. I really don't want to get sick with the taste." Hyunjin replied, face serious and annoyed this time.
"How can you not follow your Alpha's orders? You are an Omega, Hyunjin. Now, listen to me while I am being nice and drink this." Chan spoke, tapping Hyunjin's cheeks twice with the glass he was holding. "What are you doing? I said I will not drink-" Hyunjin was interrupted by a slap on his left cheek. To say that it was a shock for him would be an understatement. His whole body became still for a moment, his brain going dead for a few seconds. All he could do was listen to the ringing sound in his ears. He was paralyzed as tears stung his eyes and he tried to cope up with what had just happened. His hand moved on his own to touch the warm cheek and caress it as if it would help decrease the pain. He just could not accept the fact that his own mate had just hit him.
Hyunjin was dreaming...he had to be! Chan would never do these type of things even in his wildest dreams. The Alpha would not even touch Hyunjin without his consent...him using violence on his Omega seemed to be impossible. "Drink this...right now!" Chan said, his voice coming out louder at the end. "C-chan..." Hyunjin stuttered, too much in the state of shock to speak.
"You really need some taming, Omega." Chan said and pulled Hyunjin's hand away from his cheek before slapping him again. This time a little harder than the last time. "Listen to me. I am your Alpha and your husband. Learn to respect your Alpha, you filthy Omega." Chan muttered as another slap landed on Hyunjin's cheek. The Omega wanted to resist but he didn't know what to do. Even his body refused to move out the shock that he was in as he received the hits from Chan silently.
Tears dripped down Hyunjin's cheek as he felt so confused in the moment...so confused. Why was Chan suddenly behaving like this?
"Here. Drink this." Chan hissed, holding Hyunjin's jaw tightly with his left hand to open his mouth before he directly poured the sour wine in his mouth. It was all like some dead moments of Hyunjin that he wanted to delete from his memory as he quietly gulped down the contents in his mouth. It was bitter...too bitter to even be considered as an alcoholic drink but it did not matter to the Luna right now. He didn't know if it was because of the violence but a part of him was scared of Chan now.
"W-hat is wrong w-ith you?" Hyunjin tried to yell but it only came out as whisper, some of the words sitting on his tongue like not even wanting to come out of his mouth.
"I am just taming you. You really need to be disciplined." Chan mocked with a smirk before tightening his grip on Hyunjin's jaw and making him drink more of the wine.
"Drink!" Chan growled when he noticed that Hyunjin did not gulp down the liquid. He failed to understand the tremor Hyunjin was facing. He was too frightened to even move an inch. His skin was going pale with every thought that filled his mind and every new tear that up escaped his eyes. Just what the hell was happening!
"I-I am going to l-leave..." Hyunjin started to whisper, his voice weak and small. "What did you say?" Chan asked, one of his eyebrows raised up. "I am going to leave. I don't understand why you are being like this...I-" "You are not allowed to leave." Chan interrupted Hyunjin with his heavy and deep tone.
"I-I didn't ask..." Hyunjin muttered up, picking his last few pieces of courage but his wavering eyes gave him up. "You do not need to. Asking is a choice. You do not have choices. You follow orders. Orders that your Alpha gives you. Do you get that?" Chan asked, leaning down to whisper in Hyunjin's left ear after throwing the glass on the ground without a care. The Luna was quiet after hearing that as shivers ran down his spine from fear. Why is Chan being like that?
Chan only grew angrier as Hyunjin kept mum just after he asked a question. His impatience was hard to control. "I asked something! Do you get it?" Hyunjin let out a loud whimper as his long black locks were pulled roughly, tilting his head upwards. "L-let me g-go." Hyunjin said, another whimper leaving him in the end while his face scrunched up in pain.
"Answer me." Chan yelled, gripping the younger's hair tighter than earlier. Hyunjin cried out, nodding his head to make Chan let go of his hair. "Let go...Please!" Hyunjin desperately sobbed out when he realized the grip on his hair was only getting rougher. "No. We have just started your taming." Chan said, pulling Hyunjin up with his hair which made the younger cry out loudly.
"C-chan...please...don't do this..." Hyunjin pleaded. He wanted to be let free...to leave the room as soon as possible and escape his mate. "You look even prettier when you cry." Chan chuckled, pulling on the hair more before throwing Hyunjin on the ground.
Hyunjin whimpered as he hit the hard cold ground. He sobbed loudly, his whole body shaking from fear as he felt sick of the rough treatment. His mate was not like this! "Let's see if you really follow orders now..." Chan huffed, his green eyes staring at the crying and trembling Luna in front of him.
"Strip." Hyunjin was taken aback at his commands. His eyes went wide as he continued to look at Chan with disbelief. "Was my order not clear? I said strip." Chan said in an annoyed tone but the other stayed at his place, not even moving a limb.Hyunjin kept glaring at the Alpha in front of him with wide eyes, trying to process what he just said.
"Strip Omega!" Chan growled again, taking a step forward towards Hyunjin. The Luna flinched in fear, his eyes still fixed on the Alpha. "Why can't you just listen-" Chan was interrupted. "Stop it...I am scared now...Whatever this is...just back off!" Hyunjin sobbed, his body shaking terribly.
"If that's you want..." Chan sighed as he stomped towards the Luna and grabbed him with his shoulders. "Chan!" Hyunjin wailed, squirming to get out of the tight hurting grip of the Alpha but the other did not seem to listen as he then continued to open the knots of Hyunjin's white shirt behind his back, loosening the cloth slowly.
"I said no!" Hyunjin yelled, pushing away Chan but it was of no use since the other was stronger. His hands stayed on Chan's chest, putting in force to get away from the Alpha as he cried for him to stop while the other did not stop at all.Hyunjin struggled with all his force when the Alpha started to take his shirt off, slowly peeling away the white cloth away from his body.
"Stop. What are you doing? I said no!" Hyunjin cried out, hands grabbing the shirt to stop Chan from getting it off of him. However, being Alpha, Chan was way stronger than him.
"Red! Chan...please stop." Hyunjin screamed the safe word, hoping that Chan would stop but the other didn't. The younger sobbed loudly as the shirt was taken away body naked. from him, leaving his upper body naked.
"For fuck's sake! Will you stop screaming? My ears hurt because of your annoying voice!" Chan yelled back, slapping Hyunjin in the process.
"Why don't you stop doing this?" Hyunjin said, face red and eyes filled with tears that dripped down without a stop. "What do you not understand about quietly following my orders?" Chan growled angrily, making Hyunjin cower in fear as his hands went up to cover his naked chest. He wanted it to end, wake up from this nightmare and get done with this.
"P-please don't do this...I-I said the safe word..." Hyunjin mumbled weakly, looking up to meet Chan's green orbs once again and that's when it hit him. Green orbs-Chan did not have green eyes! His eyes were dark brown. How is this possible? This could only mean one thing. "Y-you a-re no-t...C-Chan..." Hyunjin whispered, shaking his head. "C-Chan has brown ey-es...n-not green." He spoke as if he was talking to himself.
"I have to accept. You are smart for an omega." The fake Chan laughed, kneeling Omega." next to Hyunjin on the ground.
"I knew that Chan would never do this..." Hyunjin said, eyes not leaving the fake Chan as he slowly shifted away whoever it was. from
"Does it matter though?-" "How dare you touch me like that? You are not Chan...I will not hesitate to kill you." Hyunjin threatened when he felt a bit composed and stable. "Oh really? Will you kill me? I am so scared." The unreal Chan mocked Hyunjin, hand going up to caress the Luna's right cheek.
"I am not lying. Don't make me use my powers on you." Hyunjin gritted his teeth, pushing the Alpha's hand away. "I know that you are not lying...you can kill me but not right now." The Chan smirked pulling Hyunjin'shair again.
"Go ahead and try to kill me. C'mon." He added, tightening his grip as Hyunjin tried to push him away. The younger was done with this. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his powers but was taken aback when he felt nothing. It was all blank inside him...completely empty.What happened to his powers? Hyunjin opened his eyes, confused as hell as to where his powers were gone and why!
"Can't use your powers...can you?" The fake Chan laughed, teasing Hyunjin. "What did you do?" Hyunjin yelled, knowing that he was certainly messed with as he can't even feel his powers anymore.
"Go ahead and call your mates through the bond if that what it takes for them to save you..." The unknown Alpha said, his face close to Hyunjin's ears. The younger mentally cursed, trying to feel his bond with his mates but still nothing came up. Why can't he even feel the bond? That's an ability that werewolves are born with... What the fuck is happening?
"I can scream and call the guards you know..." Hyunjin said, trying to hide the fact that he was scared as hell while he tried to find the bond. He needs it right now to contact his mates. Is the bond dead? Did they all die? "Go ahead and do that. We will see how will the general public react after watching their Luna in the arms of some other Alpha...we both know how that ends." The other replied with a stupid smirk glued to his face.
"I am the Luna of this Kingdom...you will not leave this castle with your heart if you continue this. If you want me to show mercy then leave now." Hyunjin said in a deep threatening tone contrasting his inner self which was trembling in fear. "I know that I am not going to be alive after this anyway. How does it matter?" The Alpha replied, holding Hyunjin's arms when the other tried to push him away."I will let you leave with no damage if you let me go. That is a promis-"
"Why should I trust you? Do you think I am stupid?" The Alpha growled, interrupting Hyunjin. "Stop this right n-" "No. You are even more beautiful than what people describe and I am not a fool. Would it be smart of me to just let go of a treat just like this?" The Alpha voiced, face nearing Hyunjin's neck as he sniffed the Omega.
"Why are you doing this? Huh? What will you get out of this? Death?" Hyunjin screamed, squirming wildly to leave the hold of the stranger.
"Stop speaking or I will take us to the balcony over there so that people can watch us...choose wisely. You still have the chance to save your reputation." The Alpha chuckled, grinning in the end. "Please...don't do this." Hyunjin's lower lip trembled as he started to plead the stranger to let him go. "Now that's a good Omega." The Alpha said, eyes raking over the body of the sobbing Hyunjin.
"Are you going to take your pants off yourself like an obedient Omega or should I do it for you?
"Get away this instant!" A bloody growl interrupted the fake Chan, making their heads snap at the source of the sound. There he was. The real Chan, standing in his all glory with his Red Blood Alpha eyes, ready to devour whoever it was that had hurt his mate.
Chan's body shook with anger as his bloody death eyes stared at the hands that were holding Hyunjin down-he had already killed the stranger for about a thousand times in his head now.
"Chan!" Hyunjin cried out in relief, looking at his mate with hope. For the first time in forever, he was not scared of the blood red eyes of Chan...he was comforted by them...they brought a new range of hope inside him and he thanked all the lords that Chan was there.In a blink the Alpha who was holding Hyunjin down was pushed away from him and there was the Blood Alpha beating the shit out of him as if he were nothing but a mere light cotton ball.
"You are lucky that we need you alive to investigate further otherwise I would have peeled your skin off and fed you to our prisoners already." Chan growled, kicking the unknown Alpha in his stomach as hard he could. He was just so angry...so so angry at the intruder.
"You are going to regret it so much!" Chan screamed leaning down to grab the Alpha's neck to choke him. He wanted him dead more than anything else but he knew that they needed to investigate it. However, that did not stop him from beating the other to a pulp.
"Chan! Oh god-Hyunjin!" Minho yelled as soon as he came into the view after feeling Chan's anger through their strong bond. He wanted to comfort his Omega first but stopping Chan was more important and that is why he ran towards the Blood Alpha, tearing him away from the almost dead stranger. It was a tough task, considering Chan's strength but he was able to manage it.
"Don't stop me, Minho! How dare he touch Hyunjin? That piece of shit! You son of a bitch-I will kill you!" Chan yelled and Minho knew that he was close to going feral and he can't let him. The Blood Alpha going feral-not at all. It just meant more destruction.
"Chan...please. Calm down!-" "Calm down? Are you crazy? I sweat to my title that I will bite his organs out and let him bleed to death. I will also make sure to cut his tongue off so that he would not even be able to scream in pain. You rascal!" Chan growled, pushing Minho away from him.
"Hyung please! You need to calm down. You can't go feral right now." Minho talked, relief washing over him when he saw Changbin and Jisung entering the room. Both of them immediately ran to Hyunjin, pulling him in a hug while the Luna just cried, wailing loudly in pain. Chan growled loudly before starting to calm himself, his breathing ragged and chest heaving. "Let's get him into the dungeons and investigate further...away from Jinnie." Minho said, hands staying on Chan's chest as if it was helping his mate calm down.
"We can't take him to the prison area. People will talk. Take him to your room and we will investigate in secrecy. No one should know about this besides us." Chan replied, his mind finally coming to work. "But I will kill him with my own hands once it is done." Chan said, gritting his teeth.
"I am definitely not letting him live, Hyung. Let's go." Minho said, picking up the almost dead Alpha on his shoulder like a rice sack.
"We will take Hyunjin to his room and stay with him there." Changbin said with teary eyes, looking at his mates who had already started to walk out with the unknown Alpha. "I will come there once I am done with this-" Chan stopped mid-sentence, looking down to see Hyunjin's hand tightly gripping the right end of his long leather coat while the other's head was hanging low as his body shook with sobs.
"You all should go ahead with the investigation. I will stay here with him." Chan said, eyes turning watery at Hyunjin." as he understood his mate with just once glance at him. That's how strong their bond is. One glance to understand and unfold each other to the core. He acted quickly when he saw Hyunjin's body swaying lightly and felt the grip on his coat loosening.
"Jinnie!" Chan yelled, kneeling down to hold Hyunjin's limp body in his arms.
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You're Awful, I Love You: Part 2
Part 2 of my Durgetash fic so far.
Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge
'Chosen of Bane,
Your intel is intriguing and quite appreciated. An evening of my company is really worth that? Come on, I don't believe that for a moment. You seem a clever man, so you shouldn't assume I'm not one as well. Clever, I mean. What angle is it you're actually working? Could it be you see myself and my dear little family as an asset on your dizzying climb to power? More intriguing still, if I'm correct! Speak plainly then and lay it all before me. I'm terribly creative and I'm sure between the two of us, we could be a force to be reckoned with.
Yours,
Sentry Ojeda, The Executioner, Chosen of Bhaal'
“Hmm...doesn't seem long enough and the wording isn't really refined, but then again if I'm asking him to spell his intentions plainly, it must look better if I do as well.” The Executioner, Sentry when things were cordial, thought outloud.
With a sigh, he turned from the writing desk and stood, striding towards a large half painted canvas in the corner. A scene played out unfinished across the stretched material, not true canvas, but something far more leathery, of a hellish scene. A triptych he had been working on for the better part of a year. The sufferings and trials of the god Ilmater. Prayer books and books he'd had as a child lay open on the floor and side tables around. The god was depicted in the form of a tiefling, rather than the more commonly depicted human form and the scenery around him was tinged heavily in reds, browns, and coppers of varying saturation levels of The Executioner's special paint mixture.
He regarded it thoughtfully before producing the vial he'd gathered earlier and uncorking it, selecting a paintbrush from atop his pallet and setting about detailing raw and bleeding wounds upon The Broken God. His walls were littered with former works, scenes of Bhaalist history including a portrait of Sarevok at the height of his power. One piece seemed out of place among them, a portrait of a serene and beautiful old human woman with dark brown skin, long grey hair, and golden eyes. She was dressed in the armor of a paladin and wearing a symbol of Ilmater. This portrait hung directly over Sentry's bed, though easily hidden behind the bed curtains if need be. A small gold placard beneath read 'Evagria Ojeda, Commander Mum'.
Outside of the private quarters of The Chosen, the family was disrupted by the arrival of another member. The sound of bare feet on stone echoed, accompanied by the wet squelching of blood. The beautiful elf was the first to look up, a playful smirk playing across her pleasing features.
“Ah, sister Orin! Welcome home. I trust today's hopefuls were less dismal than the last...or did you bring me a failure or two to play with?” She batted her eyelashes coyly, sauntering towards the pale figure.
“Pathetic, worthless flesh-things unworthy of our father's gifts.” The newcomer sneered.
“Well, not YOUR father, per se, Orin, dear.” The elf giggled, her lithe form dancing just out of reach. “Which of course is why darling brother Sentry is chosen and not you.”
The woman's pale eyes flashed for a moment. “The filthy breed-spawn forgets its place. But it will not be chosen when it matters.”
“Oooh, careful, sister, remember what happened to the last sibling who talked that way about the little runt.” The male drow snorted from the battered and dusty seat he currently lounged in. “Not that I disagree or nothing.” He added under his breath.
“Yes, of course. I forget myself, slaughterkin.” A twitching smile crossed her lips. “It is the strain of watching these pretenders, unfit even for sacrifice.”
The tall female tiefling did not break the gaze she kept focused on the changeling, however. Her expression was distrustful and though she stood still, a tension flared in her main hand, ready to reach for her scythe at a moment's notice. She kept to the shadows, however, eyes never leaving her quarry.
“Now now, it is for your dear father to select his chosen, and our putrid prince Sentry fills the role most ably!” Sceleritas cut through the tension, a tea tray in one hand, which he set on the table nearest the lovely elf. “I, for one, can't imagine a better fit.”
An ugly expression crossed Orin's face and she inhaled sharply before turning and skulking off towards her own chambers in a hurry. The beautiful elf giggled musically and sat back down at her table, dipping her porcelain pale hands into a round shell filled with warm, red liquid. The drow rolled his eyes and returned to an open journal beside him, pressing a lock of red hair onto the page and beginning to write something. The female tiefling breathed deeply and lowered herself to a sitting position, laying her scythe across her lap and beginning to tend to it.
Sentry set down his brush and smiled with satisfaction up at his work, tongue slipping from between his soft lips to lick an errand splatter from his face. “This could be my masterpiece, it very well could...Just a few more and I can complete it...But” His expression fell and he chewed on his lip uncertainly. “But then what would I paint? Ugh...not a creative rut, I can't stand it!” He clutched his head and arched his back dramatically. His mind felt foggy, almost blocked. Tired. That was it, it had to be. He had had quite the busy day after all and it was late. The sun would rise in just an hour or so. Time to sleep.
He slipped out of his clothes, his bare, smooth chest decorated with two well healed scars beneath his pectorals, which stood out among the many far more raw and tattered scars across his back and belly. He did not remove his pants, instead making his way over to the bed and wriggling under the covers. Once safely beneath them, he wriggled and kicked, pushing his pants and underwear off the bed without lifting the blankets.
Once he was comfortable, he reached up behind his crimson silk pillow and grabbed a well loved plush dragon, dirty and stained with years of wear and tear. Holding it close against his chest he curled his knees and elbows to his middle and buried his head in the stuffed toy, closing his eyes as his breathing began to slow.
His dreams hurt. They always did. The dark, cold cage, the hands groping and pawing at his flesh, the pain and fear. A time when he wasn't the most frightening thing in the room, a time when his father's family had had different plans for him. Sometimes if he was lucky, his dreams ran red and he remembered his escape. If he wasn't, the pain and the cold enveloped him. Tonight, he was awakened only by the sharp bite of his teeth into his now bleeding lip as he subconsciously bit back a cry of terror unbecoming of father's chosen. He sat bolt upright in bed and blinked warily before his eyes fell on his writing desk. The letter. Yes. Recovering those artifacts, spilling the blood of their captors, that would make him feel better.
He didn't even need to call out, Sceleritas was at his side in a moment, awaiting his orders. “See that this reaches that Gortash fellow we met yesterday, will you?”
“At once, young master. Might I recommend the hand axes for this endeavor? Your beloved halberd, while fearsome, will be so cumbersome to wield in those close quarters.” Sceleritas bowed.
“Hmm...throwing hatchets, perhaps?” Sentry pondered aloud.
“An excellent decision, oh wretched one!” The butler clapped his hands together and inclined his head before making his way to the desk and collecting the letter.
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I've seen a few posts about how jiang cheng and wei wuxian have no chances of ever being the same pair of brothers they were before everything happened. That it's never going to be them standing up for each other, but standing on the separate sides of the room. Taking separate roads, only glances exchanged sometimes, burden of reciprocated fault too heavy to bear together. And as angsty and seemingly rational the idea may be—I don't thinks that's quite it.
(For the sake of convenience, I'll be referencing only the scene from the Untamed, when jiang cheng is captured by jgy and confronts wwx about the golden core. )
Jiang Cheng goes through all the phases of grief—first, angry at wwx turning out to be the misunderstood hero, shunned by the public as he sacrifices himself again and again, living out the Jiang clan's motto while all jc could do was live in his shadow.
Angry that after all the years he spent rebuilding everything wwx tore down by accident—his whole family just collateral damage of his arrogance—couldn't have happened without another one of wwx's sacrifices. That he couldn't even protect his nephew from it.
Painful desperation and unwillingness to accept it when Jgy tells jc he's partially responsible for wwx's fate.
After everything, all he can do is repeatedly shout at wwx, asking why he did it. He'd had everything, and just when jc had maybe hoped in the deepest part of his soul that his brother would prove to be a self fulfilling prophecy. Y'know. Out of spite, he gave it all away and lied about it so jc wouldn't suffer.
As such, accepting that hurts. Understanding that hurts.
True, before the knowledge that wwx wasn't just his irredeemable bastard brother who flew too close to the sun and JC had to watch from the ground, tending to earthly matters, their relationship might've ended at the hurt being the final straw. Instead, we are given a scene of forgiveness.
Jc allows wwx to get closer to him, even allowing him to touch his face and wipe his tear. Using visual symbolism, I believe this exchange is foreshadowing for the brother's reunion and building of something new out of themselves.
Someone may argue—left with no debts between them, they are perfectly free to part ways.
But is that it? Sure, debt and repaying it by all means is a theme woven throughout the whole story—screw the differences of the novel or show. However, no matter how often debt is a metaphor for love, we cannot equate such two things. Debt and love aren't synonymous.
So while Jiang Cheng and wei wuxian do not owe each other anything anymore (as wwx clearly states, telling him to forget all the mistakes they both made in wwx's first life), loving someone is not a job. Jc doesn't need a contract to love his brother despite everything that happened, because that's just not how the love between siblings works. Wwx is the same, and you cannot tell me he doesn't miss jc—for the love of god, he gave away his golden core for that man and that's not a thing that stops mattering when he dies.
In the end, it will take time. Jiang Cheng has to forgive wwx, and then himself for it to work and it'll be no small effort on wwx's part either; no one said anything about reforming bonds being easy. I'll even allow myself to use the golden cores as a reference, in that losing them is far too easy and reclaiming them often requires far too much effort for people to do it.
It's like I wrote before though—loving someone is not a job you choose, you're payed for, or that you quit.
In other words, even if they can part ways, in no universe would either of them choose to. If JC really didn't know about wwx's sacrifice, why waste 16 years of your life looking for your presumably dead brother who probably dispersed, when you could finally live without him in peace? With all the trouble he'd caused?
After all, when you start to love someone, it's impossible to erase that. And Jc is just human, seeking out other humans.
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Chapter 11:
It was close to 4. Jiang Fengmian sprawled on the sofa with his forearm resting on his eyes. Jiang Cheng was sitting on the floor and changing channels on the tv. The dishwasher hummed in the background. Outside, children made the best of a Sunday afternoon.
Jiang Fengmian spoke suddenly, "A-Cheng, is there anything you want to talk about?"
Jiang Cheng felt tension rising. He stubbornly looked at the tv, "No. You want to go out for cold coffee?"
Jiang Fengmian said mildly, "If something is bothering you, you know you can count on me."
"Nothing's bothering me."
"You have been cooped up here the whole week. You don't need hot water in summer that bad. You have been crying."
Jiang Cheng snapped his head around. "You talked with mom," he accused.
Jiang Fengmian admitted easily, "Yes. She's concerned. So she called me."
"She has no business being concerned! She has no business calling you."
"A-Cheng!" Jiang Fengmian finally sat up. "Divorced or not, we are still your parents. We will still be a team when it comes to you guys."
"You guys weren't a team when she divorced you." Jiang Cheng felt his eyes stinging again. Damn it!
Jiang Fengmian sighed before lying back down, "It was not a unilateral decision. You know that."
Jiang Cheng tried to blink his tears away. Even 2 years later, even when he was a fully grown adult, his parents' divorce was a sore point.
"Look, your mom and I, we have been through a lot. We love each other, and we respect each other. But sometimes, we also bring the worst in each other. If distance means we can maintain a good working relationship while being there for you guys, then that's the best option, isn't it?"
Jiang Cheng still wanted to argue, "But mom..."
"..had made sacrifices you can't even imagine." Jiang Fengmian sat up again to meet Jiang Cheng's eyes. "It was a bad time, A-Cheng. We were almost going bankrupt. I had no time for you two. Your mom gave everything she had, all her jewellery, all her savings, her property she inherited from her family. She raised you and Yanli by herself."
Jiang Cheng vividly remembered. Dad, pale and gaunt, someone they only met on Sundays. Mom, who suddenly developed allergy to all her pretty rings and necklaces. Jie and Jiang Cheng celebrating their birthdays together with a small cupcake. Funny, those days seemed like they were from another life.
"She always was mean to Wei Wuxian."
Jiang Fengmian finally seemed to hesitate, "Well, my opponents started a rumour. Nasty, horrid things about me and Wei Ying's mom. You don't need to know the details. But it hurt your mom."
"Did she believe them?"
"Oh no, never. If she did, she'd have left me then and there. But it was enough to turn everything so bitter," Jiang Fengmian sighed, "We were very young then A-Cheng. I am not trying to use it as an excuse, but we were both younger than you are right now. And we were scared. I am sorry you guys had to suffer because of it. That's why, whenever you need us now, we'll be there for you. I just hope it's not too late."
Jiang Cheng leaned back to rest his head against his dad's legs. Jiang Fengmian slowly patted his head. They remained in silence until the sun set and the room was filled with darkness.
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ALMOST TIME FOR THE NOVEMBER INUPROMPTS
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PROMPTS:
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PLOT BUNNIES - DIRECTION:
After his mother’s demise, a small Inuyasha tries to figure out where to go from here.
Kagome wants to go home. Inuyasha leads the group in the entirely wrong direction on purpose and fools no one.
Sango gently tries to teach Kagome about North, East, South and West after an embarrassing blunder.
Miroku realizes he’s found his “true North” in Sango but still goes astray. Mainly because he doesn’t want to have Sango lose another person she loves. Shes suffered enough. And, I mean, that ass though.
Kikyo struggles with her new existence and gets lost in the process.
An old man asks a traveling Inuyasha for directions in the most annoying way possible. Trying to make Kagome proud, even though he likely would never see her again, Inuyasha tries. God, he tries but the old man is senile.
PLOT BUNNIES - SACRIFICE:
During the three year separation, Inuyasha happens upon an opportunity to perform a true act of kindness but it’s not without sacrifice. Perhaps he must give something he has left of Kagome. Maybe he misses that third day. Maybe he gets brutally tortured.
During the three year separation, the well opens for Inuyasha but he’s sent to the wrong point in time. Rather than stay, he returns to his era rather than complicate her life. Maybe Kagome has no idea who he is. Maybe she’s moved on. Maybe it’s a fever dream.
Miroku gives up his food for his wife/kids during a harsh famine but pretends he’s already eaten his fill.
Sota reflects on the loss of his sister after a particularly difficult moment in his life. He misses her so much it hurts and there are times he’s so angry. 500 years in the past Kagome is drawn to the well. A terrible feeling and a fleeting moment of regret as she worries about the family she left behind to be with the man she loves.
PLOT BUNNIES - CHILDHOOD:
The Japanese children’s game of “Kagome Kagome”.
The greatest lesson a parent ever taught their now orphaned child was…
After his wife dies in childbirth, a grieving father parentifies his young daughter and leaves the care of Kohaku primarily to her.
It was slow work but little Inuyasha manages to take his mother’s corpse to a pretty place and bury her with all the respect she deserves.
Tiny Miroku gets confused and bored at the brothels Mushin keeps dragging him to. Mushin tries to condition Miroku into being a pervert so the boy feels more comfortable fulfilling his obligation to create an heir who might defeat Naraku. Because obviously, Miroku is a lost cause and he grows up being told as much.
PLOT BUNNIES - MENTAL HEALTH:
Miroku tries to balance living life with the bloodthirsty jaws of a seemingly inescapable death.
Sango’s suicidal behavior.
Inuyasha and all the *gestures at everything*
Literally the wear on everyone’s mental well being from constant battles, horrifying backstories and juggling romance. Let them have a moment of peace and take a mental health day.
Mushin & his alcoholism. Although addiction is not technically classified as a mental illness, it is a mental disorder that often occurs in tandem with mental illness. Think about it. Canonically, Mushin was brought to the temple by Miroku’s father to care for his son. Logically, this would mean that Miroku’s father trusted Mushin. They were likely friends. Very, very good friends. Why else would Mushin agree to a lifetime commitment and de facto adoption of a child? Mushin probably watched his best friend die but never had the opportunity to grieve due to child rearing. Mushin had to have assumed he would watch the boy he raised/love would also die. Had Mushin lost all hope? Afraid to teach a young child that he was likely to survive? Join us next time for Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairytale had some messed up yet largely unspoken implications.
PLOT BUNNIES - WISH:
The jewel never grants your true wish. Inuyasha worries after Kagome admits she wished on the well to see him again. After all, the jewel literally wanted to trap her soul inside it forever and logically, the jewel’s magic probably got infused inside the well after it disappeared. #neveragain
Kagome buys some new exercise clothes on the cheap (haha get it? Because Wish?). This goes about how you’d expect.
A young Sango learns about Midoriko and asks the remnants of the legendary miko to grant a wish after her Mother dies.
Watch the 10th Kingdom intro.
The group randomly stumbles onto a lucky coin and find a lot of their secret wishes come true whenever they’re in possession of it.
Miroku isn’t seeking out the jewel to defeat Naraku . He’s hoping wishing on the jewel will mean he’ll live.
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what is the bad ending precious 👀👀👀
Oh do I have a story to tell you :3c
|| Of Sacrifice, the official tag, is a bad ending au that starts in Stormblood. The idea is that everything leading up to Stormblood is completely normal to the story until the crew reaches Doma Castle. At this point the timeline diverges and things go sour. The Warrior of Light, in this case Kiri, the Scions, and Hien, do not manage to take out Yotsuyu at Doma Castle and it is only partially flooded. Gosetsu is lost in the conflict, along with many others. The whole thing is a failure and the crew has to retreat.
Hien still hasn't given up hope just yet and alongside Alphinaud, they come up with another plan of attack to throw Yotsuyu and the Garlean soldiers off their game. They target a Castrum in the Yanxia area. Kiri and Hien take one route, Lyse and Yugiri take another while Alphinaud and Alisaie stay with the rest of the Domans closer to the exist. Their goal is to shut down the castrum and destroy it as much as possible. Again, however, Yotsuyu isn't easily fooled and had anticipated them trying something.
While Hien and Kiri are on their path, Hien begins to have second thoughts about the whole thing. He sees how futile this endeavor is proving and is regretting much of what is happening. But while he is lost to his thoughts, Kiri spies a magitek creature en route that self destructs in front of them. Kiri manages to push Hien out of the radius but in turn takes the damage. Her left side is almost completely hit; her eye suffering burns from splashed burning ceruleum and debris impaled through the majority of her left leg/side. Hien recovers from the blast in a daze but has to search for Kiri under the wreckage. Lyse, Yugiri, and Alphinaud make the decision to retreat once again but receive no answer for Hien or Kiri. Outside the burning castrum, along the banks of the one river, Hien arrives carrying Kiri on his yol. She's breathing and conscious but in bad shape.
The next bit is the scions deciding they have no choice but to return to Eorzea where Garlemald is advancing further. Without the win in Doma, things are only getting worse. However, Kiri is still recovering from her injuries and can't travel. The scions make the bitter decision to leave her with Hien for now. By this point as well, Hien has cut his hair and taken to letting Yotsuyu believe he died in the Castrum alongside Kiri.
Kiri, no longer able to participate in melee combat, has to not only recover from her injuries but learn ways of being useful to Hien still while they're on the run from Garlean forces throughout Othard. Both Hien and Kiri are in bad shape mentally. Hien blames himself for everything and is suffering for it, but Kiri does her best to cheer him up. Together they still take out little outposts when they can, delivering supplies to small villages whenever possible to try and help anyone they can. This lasts for a year of them traveling in secrecy, Hien having to help Kiri dress her bandages and think up new plans.
After a year together is when most of the sets I've made come in. To better hide from Garlean forces, Kiri dyes her hair while Hien keeps his short and no longer wears his yellow outfit.
Kiri
Kiri Hien
Kiri and Hien before reaching Kugane
In Kugane
Bathing Scene
Confession
Peace
After Kugane
Anyway there's more to it and this is all just a basic outline :V
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