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faeryarchives · 4 months

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loved by the moon (riddle, leona, and azul x f!reader)

requested by @lydiacallas: Can i ask for a Moon Goddess like!Fem!Reader? Like they have magic linked to the moon, they have like- this ethereal, pure and calm vibe of the moon itself and their voice is calm too. Maybe their hair is a bit glow in the dark? With Malleus, Azul, Lilia, Riddle and Leona, please and thank you very much! 🥺✨ warning: minor spoilers to book 6 + somewhat long imagine note: reader uses she / they pronouns + is in the same grade as the boys !! this is very overdue im sorry 😣 and i based some characteristic and abilities to moonlight cookie and princess luna guilty as charged 😔 + malleus and lilia part will be in another post! recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & its you, it always had been you

·˚ ༘ riddle rosehearts (2nd year ramshackle dorm leader)

"the decision of all professors and staffs of night raven college falls in favor for miss (name) (last name) to enroll here - exempting them from the all-boys rule. she will be in charge of the ramshackle dorm during her stay here."

riddle does not understand how on earth were you able to stay in the school and always hold yourself with such grace, he couldn't explain why your presence seems to be similar to vil like you were oozing of calm vibes

you were the total opposites - he is more accustomed to fire while you specialize in water magic*. he lose his rationality quickly while he had never see you even falter during the time you two were classmates + he always abides by the rules while you do what ever you want

"you are not allowed to sleep in class!" "it's not sleeping, i am just resting my eyes..." "you must not pick flowers from the garden on wednesdays." "riddle, i am not under the queen of hearts rules."

and riddle actually holds a one sided grudge against you for that + makes it his mission always to remind you of the rules, going on about mini rants to which you nodded to while reading your books

typically, riddle would've mention something about the rule of the queen of hearts but he was strangely quiet. you see him looking down at his notebook, lost in his world. and that surprised you because never you would've thought you would know this side of him. "no rule trivia for today?" "...huh?" "there is something on your mind, no? why don't we talk about that instead our usual trivias."

as time passed by, you and riddle gradually close friends to the point that heartslabyul treats you like their saving grace whenever riddle goes on a rampage, even more when you became second years

when the first overblot happened, it was the first time he saw your face, usually so calm, crumbled like dust when the blot manifested into a large phantom

"hahaha! the law in this world is me! not even you, (name), can stop me!" "i'm not letting you go so easily, riddle. rules are meant to protect your people, but you don't realize you are using them to suffocate them. you even hurt my dorm mates, enough of this!"

riddle was sure you wouldn't speak to him again because you weren't there the moment he woke up. he tried asking trey and cater if you were avoiding him, but they could not answer him. the next few days, he didn't even get to talk to you.

then he found himself admiring nrc at night time, breaking his own rules, maybe it's okay to let is slide for now. as he needs some time to think

absentmindedly wandering around the school grounds, letting the cool breeze feel his skin, riddle had his hand brushing through the thick bushes until they got pricked by a stray thorn "ah-" he hissed, holding up his pricked finger. it was just a tiny injury that's nothing to worry about. the injury was nothing compared to what he saw next "riddle? what are you doing this here at this hour?"

riddle spotted you sitting under the tree where silver usually takes his naps, surrounded by bunnies as they piled around your lap.

after days of not seeing each other, riddle thought he was going crazy because the last time he saw you, he knew pretty sure that your eyes and hair do not have that silver glow - it was like you were the moon itself

"is it my fault that your eyes and hair changed?" "oh, this is awkward... " you look at the bunnies trying to hide behind you, being scared of riddle's sudden appearance, contemplating about something before sighing in defeat. "i think i owe you an explanation. but first, can you keep a secret?" this confused riddle very much. what do you mean explanation? did something happen while he was out? before he could even think of it, you were already in front of him - your point and middle finger placed on his forehead. 'the moon has come out to play, now bid your worries away.' a comfortable feeling of cold wrapped around riddle's body, feeling the fatigue from his overblotting disappear, the weight on his shoulder being gone and his pricked finger healed. while riddle stared at you in shock, you finally reveal your true appearance and float around him like a curious child. "would you believe me if i told you i am the descendant of the moon goddess?"

... oh. OH !!

prepare for him because this little goldfish right here is most likely a fan of reading books about your kind + cue the sparkling eyes

and oh my god are those butterflies he can feel in his stomach? or maybe he is just hungry but he only feel that way around you though. oh well !!

** okay so i think reader will be compatible with water magic because the moon has this gravitaional pull right which cause the high tides and low tides... and riddle is fire!

·˚ ༘ leona kingscholar (3rd year transfer student)

"kingscholar, think of this as your punishment for the spelldrive incident. i would gladly take miss (name) for a tour but alas, there are countless of papers that needs my attention."

leona knew that there is something like a cloak of mysteriousness around you the moment you appeared in the college mid-year as a transfer student from rsa

just you don't interfere with his plans and he will also stay out of yours but it turns out he was assigned by the crow to take you around

"... wow, do i look like a punishment worthy chore?" you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment before turning to leona and he could swear he could see your eyes glowing for a moment when you stare at him. "i take it that the dorm leader of savannaclaw will be my tour guide?" "just don't lag behind." giving you a shrug before he started walking ahead of you. despite his short descriptions and tour around the school, leona is thankful that you didn't seem to be a nosy type of person, just a little on the calm and reserve type than most people he knew.

doesn't understand how people seems to look starstruck whenever you walk by them i mean you are attractive yes but not being able to move? that's different

it also turns out you share most of your classes! maybe crowley was really punishing him for the incident as he was stuck with you, being your babysitter.

but you almost look like his babysitter + quickly became one of the most tolerable people in the school and he doesn't mind having you around

"leona? let me bother you for a moment, can you help me with this problem?" "oh that?" the lion lifted his head and stared at the paper you were holding before waving his hand in dismissal. "remember the activity we did as partners? that's the one." "..." you squinted your eyes and leona could see them literally glow in purple light causing him to blink several times if he was seeing it right but it disappeared quickly. "oh i get it now, thanks." "do your eyes really glow like that?" "huh? i don't know what you are talking about."

you were not the nagging type - letting him hide and snooze off behind you during class and surprisingly, you were fun to spar with during practical exams + too smart for your own good

he had never seen any kind of fighting similar to yours like your fighting style is only yours to begin with - not only you excel in defending, you never seem to get tired despite being a speedy defender.

you and the savanaclaw dorm leader spent the whole afternoon sparring with each other and by the time you notice it, the sun was already setting. "aren't you tired yet, leona?" "you better tell me how you manage to keep up with me all this time." you did say to keep up with you the first time we met." you twirl your spear around you before stabbing it on the ground, leaning on it and grinned at leona. "i'm just keeping my promise."

now leona was pretty sure you are not a normal transfer student + especially after fighting with you in the island of woe and it was pretty interesting how you unexpectedly exposed yourself in front him and jamil.

the moment you, who was assigned to be in the front of the group due to you having the most capable defensive powers, entered the room on the current sector, leona and jamil look at your back in surprise. "(name)-senpai?" "what's up, jamil?" "... is that a normal thing for you?" the room was oozing with the presence of phantoms everywhere and there was no source of light - aside from your hair locks that are now shining like a billowing night sky of twinkling stardust, borne in a void of black and fading in an indigo moonset "oh that's normal, we can just use it as source of light. save your magic for now." "no wonder your magic feels different from everyone else - you are a moon goddess, right?"

leona is not blind, he just need a solid evidence to confirm his gut feeling. unique magic spells + signature spear + glowing eyes and your hair locks literally looking like that?

while fighting along side each other, leona could literally leave his back open because heknew and trust that you always have his back and vice versa

"leona-senpai, watch out-" before jamil could jump in between the incoming attack and leona, you pulled the second year by his hood deflected the attack with your spear so effortlessly. "it's fine, moon fairy here got our backs." you hear leona said proudly before landing a critical hit on the phantom. "aren't you glad you're stuck with us?"

everyone in school knows how two of you would make an unbeatable duo when it comes to strategies and games

and not going to lie, leona thinks so too! you are strong, smart and everything above + treats you life his closest friend and respects you a lot but you do things sometimes that are not really necessary

"are you done yet?" he couldn't help but ask, his tail thumping on the floor with annoyance while you tried braiding some parts of his hair.

you peek over his should and smiled, trying to show him the small braid that you did on the side. "yeah, it's fun braiding your hair!" after your identity being revealed, you let yourself relax more around him - when you express happiness, your hair starts glowing as it did before and small crescent like moon thingy start appearing around you

... leona find that cute + now he understand why people become starstruck when it comes to you

**you know how moonlight cookie's hair color looks like? yeah that's the one!

·˚ ༘ azul ashengrotto (2nd year ramshackle vice dorm leader)

"did you hear about the rumors? recently, students are saying that when you go to the botanical garden at night and stand under the moonlight - all your questions will be answered!"

the fact that rumors like that exists made azul irritated because it means he got competition. and having competition in the thing he do best is not fun.

so he and the twins went to investigate - how and where the rumors first started and who are most likely to be involved in the case

surprisingly enough, it all leads to a certain ramshackle vice dorm leader aka you + azul already knew you due to being the same year and his 'rival'

he considers you as his rival because you two always seem to fight for the top 2 and 3 spot every exam but for you... i think he would be hurt if you say that you like to aim for the top spot because it's fun 🤩

it was during lunch time and you were planning to eat with yuu, grim and the others when all of a sudden, someone blocked your way out by leaning on the door. "(last name) can i ask a bit of your time? i would like to ask you regarding an important matter." the ever so charismatic azul asked, his usual charming smile on as if he wants to do business with you. "oh, hi azul. what is it about?" "how delightful! do you happen to know the rumor about your unanswered questions will be answered as you stand under the moonlight?" "there is a rumor like that? under the moonlight? why the specifics?" one thing that azul observed about you is that your emotion reflects on your eyes. call it his gut feel but just one look and he already knew you were telling the truth "a pity... it seems like i am back to square one." "... maybe i can go help you out? i am not that busy these upcoming days."

and so azul's little group grew in numbers consisting of him, you, yuu, grim and the twins. oddly enough, it was actually fun to hang out with you

azul never got to interact with you that much before and only knew information about your through papers and from what he heard from people but being with you right now exceeds his expectations

"if headmaster crowley is similar to crow... do you think he likes to hoard shiny things?" you suddenly whispered it to azul one day in class, your mind clearly wandering and not paying attention to what professor trein is writing on the board. "what is with the random thought?" what is we leave a trail of shiny things and create a trap, that would be really funny."

you were an oddball. sometimes you will joke around with him and trying to make him laugh during class. there are also times where he couldn't explain the calming feeling he had whenever you are around + he could never even feel any other intentions from your actions as if you genuinely want to become his friend

it took him a while to notice how you always seem to stand out and become the embodiment of grace and elegance - a confident yet modest person who knows what you want

you always help him out in solving the rumor mystery but there is something that made you look suspicious → you always go back to your dorm before sunset

it's not that he wants to take up all your time but the way you stand firm of not being able to join them during night time and saying how dangerous it is made him suspect you of something

so he went alone wearing his ceremonial robes (the twins are taking over his duties for a while i know very unbelievable but imagine) to investigate the botanical garden and there he saw you run inside - a trail of silver light following you behind

and when azul went inside to stand in the spot, trying to think of what to wish until he hears a familiar voice ringing in the building

"say your wish out loud and the moon will light its way to you." "well, now this is marvelous. can i see one guiding my wish for me?" azul looked up, trying to call out for you, even looking around to see signs of you. there was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh and in an instance, you appeared before him, avoiding his look. "i thought i told you to let it go?"

after finding out you were his competitor - he didn't really feel annoyed at all! rather he was intrigued on how you were able to do it ...? you help the students find the answers on their own in their dreams?!

seeing your hair glow in silver light in the dark reminds him of himself as some octopus also glow in the dark just like him!

"azul, do you know that i really admire you?" "me? what is there to admire about me? i do nknow i have a remarkable potential but compared to y-" "no, seriously. you don't need to compare yourself to me. having to do all these business related work AND studying at the same time? you should appreciate yourself more."

... do you want to make him cry on the spot? hearing such words makes him happy but hearing it from you aka one of the people he really admire and yes he admits he admire you as a rival - his emotions are going haywire.

even if he is smart, it will take time for azul to realize that his admiration is just growing stronger and stronger each day and bloom into something else

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #riddle roseheart x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #faeryarchives #a.twst #a.heartslabyul #a.savanaclaw #a.octavinelle #twst x reader

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lightwing-s · 6 months

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Can you do a JasonxReader where the reader graduated college and Jason finds a special way to celebrate?

It was all finally over. You’re a college graduate now. Seems like it was only yesterday that you started this journey, but it has finally come to an end.

You felt strange, happy and sad at the same time, stressed with finals and your thesis presentation, and all the planning for the graduation ceremony occupying your head.

And Jason noticed, and stood by you through everything, helped you with anything, and stood there with the biggest smile on his face watching you walk on stage to get your diploma.

After lunch with your parents and an afternoon spent with your friends, Jason was ready to have you just to himself. “Psh” you heard him whistle at you, immediately turning around to find him hiding in a corner, head poking outside just enough to get your attention. Checking to see if nobody had noticed, you sneaked away in his direction.

“What are you doing?” you asked, amusement evident in your voice as you watched him fill his backpack with food and champagne bottles.

“Rescuing us.” he answered, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your friend’s apartment.

Laying your head on his lap, giggles filling the air as the empty champagne bottles decorated the makeshift picnic blanket you’d made out of curtain Jason had stolen from your friend’s house, you two watched the moon rise from the now deserted Robinson Park. Jason’s fingers playing with your hair, as you stuffed the last bits of cake into your and his mouth.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, babe.“ he blurted out.

“Stop it.” you told him, feeling the redness climb up your cheeks for the millionth time today. “I just got a degree.”

“And I’m not supposed to be proud of this? I’m not supposed to be proud my girlfriend is a fucking genious? That she’s now a graduated boss bitch?” he said, holding your face in his hands and spreading kisses all over it.

“Stop, Jay.” you moaned, not holding back the laughs from coming out.

“No!” he screamed, tangling his body on yours and rolling you both on the “blanket”.

You spent some time like that, tangled in each other, cuddling under the moonlight, between kisses and laughter, and many more “I'm proud of you” from your very proud boyfriend.

“I have something for you.” he told you, reaching for a pocket in his backpack and taking out of it a large velvet box. “I thought of you as soon as I saw it.”

Sitting back up, you took the box from his hands and carefully opened it, feeling by it’s weight it was something much more expensive than you were used to gifting each other. You wanted to complain, to tell him you didn’t need his expensive gifts, that just these moments you got to spend with him was enough to make you happy. But opening the box left you in awe, and all thoughts of complaint left your mind.

There laid a thin delicate gold necklace, adorned with pearls and tiny crystals that sparkled brighter than the moon itself. It was ethereal, a piece of jewelry you’d never seen before and you couldn’t have ever imagined. “Jay, I-I…” you tried, but no words formed on your lips.

“Yes, you can. It’s yours, it’s my graduation present. So please, Yn, take it.” Looking up at him, his eyes reinforced his wish for you to take his present and you could not deny. Taking it from the box, you dropped it in his hands.

“Can you put it on me?” you asked, turning around so your back hit his chest. His soft touch tickled your skin, putting the accessory in place and laying a kiss at nape of your neck, arms soon engulfing you in a tight embrace as his lips continuously met the sensitive area behind your ear.

“I’ll forever be proud of you, princess. Even if you think it’s not worth it, that it might be a small achievement, I’ll be proud. Because I know you are bound to greatness and it’s my biggest happiness to watch you succeed, and I want to be there every step of the way by your side. I love you, and I know you can do anything you want. So yes, I’ll be proud of it, of every little thing, of every silly thing. Because I love you, Yn, more than anything in this world.”

#i just want to graduate lol #and i want a cute boyfriend to support me like jason does #😭 😭 😭#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x yn #jason todd x y/n #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #and i also cant seem to be able to write anything short #those request are supposed to be short but i always write something longer that takes me a lot longer than i wished for #but here it is #me writing during class lol

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morose-melodies · 2 years

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forever alone with you | yandere! capitano x reader

summary: your husband is sooo distant, he never returns the love you give him... even though he's obsessed with you!

content warning: implied murder

"I believe lord capitano will be coming home today."

you felt your face heat up, excitement filling your body as you brushed your hair, "thank you for telling me."

setting your brush down, you turned to leave, anxious to see your husband once again. you missed him dearly, it had been weeks since you last saw him.

so you settled down by a window, giving you a perfect view of the gate capitano would come through.

as you waited, you watched the snowfall. it was relaxing, relaxing enough for you to fall asleep.

you were only half awake when capitano made it home, only half awake when he lifted you into his arms and carried you up the staircase.

you wrapped your arms around him, taking in his scent, his earthy scent, your favorite scent. you gently ran your fingers through his hair as he carried you to your shared room.

"I missed you..."

the hallway was dimly lit when capitano walked down it, not replying to your comment. perhaps he had a lot on his mind, that had to be the case.

he wouldn't ignore you purposely.

there was no light in capitano bedroom when he laid you into his bed. you lay there for a few minutes, arm over your eyes.

you looked peaceful. moments like these were rare for capitano, moments when he could just look at you, admire you.

without all of your unnecessary talking and kissing.

you were beautiful, no doubt about it, no matter how... annoying you could get.

but you were always more beautiful at night.

always more peaceful, always more silent, always more delicate. always more beautiful.

oh. you fell asleep? capitano sat down beside you, pulling the comforter over your shoulder, before grazing your cheek with the back of his hand.

how beautiful. the moonlight illuminated the room and he saw you, his wife. he saw you and knew you.

he stilled as you reached out, your hand grabbing his coat and staying there. he sighed, reaching toward you, his finger grazing your temple as he brushed your hair back, to get a better view of you.

you had a small scar on your cheek, right below your eye.

odd. he didn't see this before he left, a month ago but it could be nothing, he needn't worry. not until he had a reason to.

so he disregards it. watching as your fingers tightened around his coat before your eyes opened and they were instantly on him.

you were barely awake when you sat up, resting your head on his shoulder. the moon shining directly onto your face.

his eyes drifted to your cheek once again.

"are you going to sleep with me tonight?" you mumbled, as you crawled onto capitano, positioning yourself onto his lap, your head resting on his chest.

"no," he replied, watching as you lifted a hand and grazed your cheek, before reaching towards his mask, running your finger across it, "take it off."

he usually wouldn't but for you, he was willing, so he allowed you to take it off for him.

you were gentle and slightly hesitant, worried that you'd hurt him if you did something wrong.

"are you feeling well, (y/n)?" capitano asked as you pulled the mask away from his face, "yes. I feel good," you smiled before leaning towards him and lazily kissing him.

"did the staff treat you fairly?"

you nodded, running a finger through capitano's hair, smiling at him, unaware of the worries that took place in his mind.

capitano reached out, grazing your cheek with his thumb and you grimaced.

"tell me... where did this come from?" He pressed his thumb against the scar once more, you winced, wrapping your hands around his forearm and pushing it away from your face.

"I slipped... a week ago."

capitano narrowed his eyes, lifting his hand, towards your face and you tensed, "how come you slipped? what happened?"

"I just did. I'm done talking."

you pressed your face back against capitano's warm chest, your arms wrapped tightly around him.

something must have happened.

someone must have hurt you.

capitano ran a hand up and down your back, your gown lifting slightly and that's when he noticed another scar.

a longer scar.

he gently tugged the gown up, far enough to see above your knee, there was another scar.

"(y/n)," capitano ran a finger across the scar and just like the last time, you flinched, your face twisting into a pained expression, "if you don't tell me what caused these scars, I'll have no choice but to fire the house staff."

you stiffened, shaking your head but said nothing.

he sighed, grabbing you and pulling you away from himself, he laid you down and left the bedroom, walking down the dim hallway.

his firm footsteps grew quieter and quieter until you could no longer head them.

capitano called the house staff into a room and began to question them about the scars on your body.

many were hesitant to reply and some even refused to reply, to which they were swiftly taken care of.

he approached you handmaiden about the issue, and she hesitated before saying, "ms. (y/n), did not want us to tell you... but if it's urgent, I will tell you."

she explained to capitano that a chef had gotten upset with you while cooking, for speaking to him and critiquing his techniques and that led to him shooing you away, violently.

she then said that you told her to tell no one because you didn't want him to be angry.

capitano felt some sort of relief wash over his body as he approached the chef's chambers.

capitano knocked and waited, moments later the chef answered the door, unknowing of what was to happen to him.

...

the next morning was silent.

something was different, you noticed when you woke up that morning, your handmaiden didn't wake you up like she usually does.

but you shrugged it off, perhaps she didn't want to wake up capitano while trying to wake you up.

you sat up and rubbed your eyes before crawling out of bed and roaming out of the room and down the stairs.

the house was so silent, you could barely tell that other people were there.

once you were at the bottom of the staircase, you realized why it seemed so... empty.

because it was.

everyone was gone. the chefs, the housekeepers, the guards, and your handmaiden.

you didn't expect capitano to actually fire them.

"(y/n). come back to bed, it's too early for you to be up," from the top of the staircase capitano spoke to you.

you turned to face him, you were upset. "you fired them. why?"

"they were not trustworthy. most refused to tell me where your injuries came-"

"I trusted them... I got really close to a lot of them. why did you fire all of them!" of course you're angry, capitano understands why you are but he didn't care because;

"it was for your safety. if they could not tell me how my own wife had gotten hurt, I believe think they were fit for the job." capitano came down the stairs, taking your hand into his.

a tear ran down your cheek as you considered what could have happened to them, are they dead? will they die? are they alive?

you were worried.

"what happened to them doesn't concern us. all that matters is that you are safe, at all times." capitano did feel bad, not for them but you.

this was the third time he had "fired" the house staff, it never got easier for you but it had to be done. if valuable information got out, he'd never hear the end of it.

he did it for you, for your safety and would do it a million times over.

he declared, softly and perhaps hesitantly, "you're safety will always be my number one priority... no matter the circumstances."

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere scenarios #capitano #capitano x reader #yandere capitano

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gyusimp · 1 year

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°•I wanna be yours•° (Nsfw)

⚠️ Fem reader | Minors DNI | Canon Gyutaro | Masturbation | Smut content

A little one-shot cause i can't sleep (and i was feeling a bit horny lmao) also, i'm already on vacation! 🎉

It had been a very tiring and busy day in the Kyogoku house today, your job was not to sleep with the men who visited the District, you were the one in charge of helping all the courtesans with their appearance. You were someone skilled with your hands so as soon as Warabihime found out about your existence and the work of art that you could do on her face, she hired you exclusively to work in her house.

You had walked from top to bottom, putting makeup on all the girls and helping them fix their wardrobe, not to mention that you had to take care of what Warabihime needed as well. After you became so close to her brother and vowed to keep that precious secret, you became one of the few people she allowed to be close to her.

You were allowed to go to your room and rest for the rest of the night while someone else took care of keeping things in order in the house. The first thing you did was lie down directly on the futon in the middle of the room, facing the window. You felt the need to do this all day long for some reason, maybe because of where you worked? Who knows, but specifically today you felt very horny. You tried to do it quickly in a short break during the day but it would not be as satisfying so you decided to wait until you were completely free from your chores to de-stress yourself completely.

You didn't wait another minute to settle on the futon and flex your knees while you loosened the obi from your body to remove it completely and throw it on the floor next to you, you settled on the pillows and prepared to spread your legs. You weren't in the mood for a little foreplay or something like that, you were already very wet for a couple of hours ago and you could feel your core throbbing under your panties, demanding a little attention. You opened your flowery kimono and took off your panties in one go to open your legs and start playing with your pussy.

Your cunt made wet sounds as soon as you began to touch your folds, felt your fingers calming that need that you felt throughout the day was priceless. You began to move your hips in a circular way against your hand so that the friction was more provocative, the rooms close to yours were occupied by clients and courtesans so no one would notice your desperate moans coming from your room during your little love session. One of your hands went to one of your bare tits, you took your hard nipple between your fingers to pinch it and play with it while you squeezed the rest of your breast with your whole hand.

Meanwhile, your other hand wouldn't leave your wet and slippery pussy. You plunged your finger into your core, running your touch up and down your wet slit, you couldn't help but lean your head back and moan shamelessly as you felt your fingers rubbing and squeezing your clit over and over again in different ways, you opened your labia and that gave you better access to explore every corner of your tight little cunt as you wanted. You knew your favorite spots and those spots would be where you would rub your fingers with more intensity making your legs tremble, your back arch and your needy moans and gasps non-stop as you felt your open pussy drool from your touch more and more. The moonlight was directly above you, the window was right in front of you so the last thing you saw before squeezing your eyes shut and accelerating the speed of your fingers in your pussy was the sky full of stars and the full moon.

Your juices made your pussy sounds in a lewd way every time you plunged your fingers into your hole but still this sensation was not enough. You took your hand away from your tit for a while and took it over your pussy while moving your hips. While the fingers of one hand filled your wet hole, those of the other hand parted your folds to knead and rub your sensitive clit, creating a familiar sensation in your tummy. Your hands moved faster to bring you to climax as soon as possible, your head tilted back and you spread your legs wide. You could imagine how abundant this orgasm would be and imagining your pretty fingers covered in your juices turned you on even more.

"Ah-Aahh...fuck...Aaahhh-aahh!!" A loud moan came out of your mouth just as you were about to cum.

You wouldn't miss your orgasm so you immediately raised your head and opened your eyes but what caught your attention was something else.

Gyutaro was at the window, staring at you with the most perverted smile you've ever seen on his face. Seeing him made you jump and caused your horniness to disappear. You quickly took your fingers out of your pussy and closed your legs to regain your composure but it was in vain, he had seen it all.

Since when was he here? He didn't even make a sound when he came so you didn't notice his presence.

Gyutaro entered the room and loomed over you in an intimidating way. Then, he started laughing loudly and mockingly.

"You're pathetic! So fucking pathetic!!" He said, still laughing. "Do you really do these dirty things when I'm not around? That pathetic little pussy is so needy even though I'm not around?"

Your face was hot and blushed with embarrassment, you've never been caught doing these things before so you actually felt very embarrassed. The first thing Gyutaro saw when he leaned out of your window were your legs wide open, you weren't wearing underwear so he had a perfect view of your open and naked pussy with your fingers rubbing every part of your folds as well as having heard your desperate moans . That immediately turned him on and caused a big tent to pop out of his pants.

"But don't worry, I can take care of that…like I always do." Gyutaro took your shoulders and undid your kimono completely, leaving you naked under him at his mercy. He took your knees and placed them on his shoulders, spread your legs wide for him again and reveled in looking right into your pussy. His long finger ran through your entire clit making you tremble and after his finger was bathed in your juices he took it to his mouth to taste you.

"Now you'll know what it's like to feel truly good, my little slut..." Gyutaro didn't wait another second and lowered his pants to line up at your entrance and enter your hole in one motion, causing you to almost scream with pleasure as soon as he started thrusting into you and rubbing the rest of your pussy with his fingers, just the way you like it.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro smut #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #Isitwrongtowantgyutarofucksmesohardlikerhis?#insomia

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Hey guys I rewrote the Arctic death scene again for like the fourth time. Wanna read it?

Two of the three moons were full that day, with the third, Oracle, but a sliver of light among a sea of stars. Their pale glow trickled down onto the stage where Darkstalker stood. While the shimmer of moonlight against his scales was notable, nothing could compare to the innate aura of fear and disgust radiating from the kneeling dragon before him.

Arctic hung his head. His talons were unmoving, bound by invisible shackles. His breath was laboured and anxious.

Darkstalker grinned at the sight of his father cowering. It was enthralling beyond any sense of the word. To see him quivering like prey finally captured and waiting for the agony of death to come.

"How are you feeling, father?" he asked, a coy smirk still on his face.

Arctic's mouth tightened.

"Let's try that again." Darkstalker cleared his throat. "Tell me, father, how do you feel?" His voice was stern, commanding.

"Annoyed." The words spilled out of Arctic's mouth. "Bothered by how you have to make a big show."

"Oh, terribly sorry about that. Shame, really. You don't want to be forced into a position you never asked for? My, what a tragedy. I'm certain Foeslayer could relate to that had she been here."

"Darkstalker," Clearsight began, "I don't think you should bother him–"

"I don't see why I can't." He glanced back at her. "I was only asking how he was. Is that too much for a son to ask?"

"You're torturing him..."

"Torture?" He echoed. "That seems much. I'm trying to make one last conversation with him before the performance begins."

"You don't have to do this."

"But I must. You saw him! You saw what he did to Whiteout!" He gestured to his sister. "She would've been handed off to some low-life IceWing and erased of any personality. And for what? So he could see Foeslayer again? She hates him. Everyone hates him." His snout curled. "He's better off dead; I'm simply kind enough to let others join in on the fun of killing him."

Whiteout flinched. She moved closer to Clearsight, murmuring words that Darkstalker couldn't hear. Her mind was a swirling storm of muted grey-green with streaks of silver and ebony.

He sighed. "I understand that it seems barbaric, but I promise that this is necessary."

"Is it? Is it really?" Clearsight's voice was sharp.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Of course. You'll see soon enough, my beloved." He raised his talons to brush her snout, but she stepped away. Her eyes were wide. Her thoughts raced. She was afraid. Afraid of him.

Fine. She could be difficult. There will come a time when she realizes the error in her ways. How she was blinded by her belief that Arctic was still deserving of redemption and forgiveness. She never could truly understand the pain that dragon had put his family through. What Arctic had put him through.

He scoffed and turned back around. By the time he had his little conversation, a crowd had formed. The passing NightWing citizens stopped and stared. They were waiting for a performance to begin.

"My fellow NightWings," Darkstalker called out to the crowd. "Today, I bring forth a traitor to not only our own tribe, but his very own kingdom. Gather round, as I would not dare to look away. No, these next few moments will dictate the choices made thousands of years from now. Like a rock tossed into a river, the fate of this IceWing will ripple throughout history."

That got the attention of more dragons. Soon enough, the flow of shoppers stalled as more and more gathered around the stage.

"Isn't this exciting, Arctic?" he whispered. "Turns out there's more than a handful of dragons who care about you enough to watch you. More than I thought."

Arctic stayed silent.

"Be that way then." He hissed. He raised his head back to the crowd. "Lovely night, isn't it? Each and every one of you are a beautiful piece of this marvellous city. Come now, don't you agree? Look to your left, your right, up, down, all around! These are your peers. Friends, perhaps to some of you. A NightWing like yourself."

He paused. "Now, tell me, who is not a friend of a NightWing? A dragon that, despite potentially looking friendly and innocent, will do nothing to tear down both you and the kingdom we graciously live under."

He snickered. "One dragon I could say is this one right here." Darkstalker swept his tail at the talons of Arctic, knocking him down. "You might have seen him before. Arctic of the IceWings. the runaway prince. The reason why our tribe is locked in a vicious war against the IceWings. Because of his impulsive, rash, and selfish deeds, our NightWings are sent to battle—families broken because of him.

"We have tolerated his presence enough. Some of you might think he was reformed. I can't blame you. It's difficult to understand what happens behind closed doors. Though, tonight, he had betrayed the NightWings." He gestured to Arctic. "Why don't you tell us, IceWing?"

"Tell you what, exactly?"

"You know what you did."

"I did nothing! I was going home. I was not betraying my tribe– this isn't even my tribe!"

"Answer me!" Darkstalker roared. "Answer. Confess. What were you doing earlier this evening?"

Arctic's mouth contorted. "I was taking my daughter to Queen Diamond. A peace treaty. I would hand over my daughter's hand in marriage and reintroduce animus magic back into the tribe...and in return, I would be a prince again. I would live in the castle. I would eat, drink, and sleep like a normal dragon. I would find out if my love was still alive."

"She was never your love. You hated her and she hated you." Darkstalker snarled. "Besides, that was not all, wasn't it?"

His lips struggled to keep close, but the words poured out of him. "I planned to draw and hand over a detailed map of the Night Kingdom. It would be in exchange for Foeslayer's life had she survived. I would have given everything to see her okay again."

Mumbles from the crowd reached Darkstalker. Gasps and concerns, both about the performance and the confession. How could a dragon do such a thing? Why wasn't the IceWing flying away despite being unchained? What was going to happen next?

"I assure you, NightWings, that the traitor did not reach Queen Diamond before I had stopped him. They do not yet know our location. However, we are not fully safe until this stain on our glorious kingdom is dealt with." He spat.

"How could a dragon do such a thing?" he started. "He admitted that all as if it were nothing. As if the livelihoods of you, your friends and family, and this very kingdom were little more than a statistic. He even brainwashed one of our own, his very daughter, to comply with such a plan!" He shook his head. "This traitor is the worst dragon to ever live. Do you agree?"

A mixed response. Some argued and debated on the nature of his choice. Foolish. They couldn't understand the intricacies. Others questioned the nature of Darkstalker carrying this out. Should it be Queen Vigilance? Where is she?

But most agreed. Between nodded heads and shouts for death, they stood alongside Darkstalker. The NightWings had given this IceWing, one of the dragons whom they had been at war with for years, a home in their very own kingdom, and how does he repay? He lies. He backstabs. He cheats. He betrays.

Darkstalker couldn't help but bask in the feeling of grandeur. A crowd of dragons all repeated back the thoughts he had all these years. Arctic was unforgivable. He was a coward. He was a traitor. There was no excuse for him to live.

These NightWings were all on his side. Was this truly what it was like to be king? To be worshipped and hailed? To bring justice and peace? It was an intoxicating feeling that surged through his veins.

He held up his talons. "Silence, NightWings!" he commanded. With that, the audience quieted themselves. "Thank you. Now, I believe it is time we dealt with this dragon."

He turned to Arctic. His face was a dark grimace.

"Oh, come now. Have a little more of a cheery smile. It's your big day." He chuckled. "Now, admit that I am the greatest animus of all time."

"You are–"

"No, no. Not a whisper. Admit to the world!" Darkstalker raised his wing to the crowd. "Speak, IceWing. Say that I am the greatest animus of all time."

"You are the greatest animus of all time," he choked out.

"Now tell them that there is no dragon more powerful than me. No army that can best me. No queen that can kill me. Nothing."

Arctic winced as he spoke. "There is no dragon more powerful than you. No army that can best you. No queen that can kill you."

The crowd became more worried in tone. Hushed words of skepticism and worry. This was an animus on stage, ordering around and playing with the IceWing. Darkstalker couldn't care. He was having fun. Let their fear fuel his power.

"Now..." Darkstalker lowered himself to Arctic. "Say that you wish you were a better father."

A shocked snort burst from Arctic's mouth, one that grew into a bemused and mocking laugh. He looked dead into Darkstalker's eyes. "If I had been a better father, I would've strangled you the moment you hatched."

The night was still. The crowd was dead silent. Even the breeze of the ocean had been snuffed out. An unbearable quiet as Darkstalker stared into Arctic. Into his very soul.

Arctic ruined it. He couldn't stand to watch his father sit there any longer, smug and having had the last laugh. No. Darkstalker needed to win.

"Rip out your tongue." His words were frosted over with hatred and malice.

Arctic's eyes widened as his talons moved involuntarily. He could see them shake and twitch. He could sense the panic and restraint, and yet nothing could stop him from grabbing his tongue and, with one firm tug, ripping it out.

Horror emanated from the crowd. They too were afraid. They feared him. No longer did they feel the same murderous zeal and fervour as him, but rather disgust and terror.

It was like bringing wood to a burning house.

Darkstalker leaned closer to his father. His eyes were transfixed on the blue mass of flesh flopped gracelessly on the stage, cyan blood dripping down his mouth. "Had your fun?"

His silence was not out of defiance. Arctic could not form a sentence.

"Good. Now, tear out your heart. Show the world who you truly are on the inside. Pour your life onto the stage. For all to see."

#sp-writing #wof #darkstalker wof #arctic wof #wings of fire #wof fanfic #Took longer than I'd like to have written but eh who cares it's still 1.7k words #Better than writing no words again

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rowretro · 4 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

WARNINGS: Drugs, Gambling, Illegal racing (a bit of a shitty chapter, do tell me what needs improving)

✧CHAPTER 1✧

Underground gamblers, laundromat owners, unfortunate girls, Bodyshop workers all were flooding the Rave. Y/n was simply smoking her weed in the back, downing large gulps of straight vodka, as she vibe with her dancing friends. It was all going pretty smoothly, when suddenly he walked in.

The boy from school, the new one. His name as pretty as his face. Nishimura Riki. He had got back from one of his illegal racing matches, winning as always. Their eyes met, purple lights flashing, speakers booming, Music blasting, but it all paused for a moment. Of all places he'd never expect the perfume girl to be at an illegal rave.

Leaving the wild party, y/n sat there in the moonlight, a joint in one hand, lollipop in her mouth. "So this is why you always come to school drenched in perfume?" Riki suddenly said as y/n frowned, turning to him. She was unsure as to why he was talking to her, but also she loved it. "Hmm yeah..." the girl trailed off, as Riki stared at the sky. "The sky looks so pretty... so glittery you know? that big circle diamond has all the spotlight tho-" the girl blurted, pointing at the moon.

"The moon?... yeah, so pretty, did you know the moon ha-" before he could go on with his moon fact, the girl placed her joint between his lips. "I'm too high to learn about space pretty boy-" she slurred, a little drunk, her tired eyes, meeting his slightly shocked ones. "Why are you talking to me anyway? we barely know each other new boy-" the girl added as Riki smirked.

Why was he there? simply because his friend Heeseung had a baby sister that needed to be dragged out of a rave. That baby sister was of course y/n. It's quite a shame she didn't actually recognise him, but also quite flattered by the way she had stars in her eyes, when she studied his face. Riki tilted his head, as he studied her features. Was she the most attractive girl? Not exactly but she was definitely pretty.

Her eyes may be slightly uneven, but it wasn't visible, both so pretty in their own ways, her nose, was one many people would want, though she hated it. her cute lips, so perfect and pretty, she had one hell of a jawline, it in fact looked like his. Glitter painting her eyelids, cheeks, some on her forehead, her long falsies looking oh so natural on her eyelids, her lipstick slightly fading.

Y/n took a long deep puff of her roll up, sucking on her lollipop shortly after. "You want me to drop you off?" Riki asked as the girl frowned "You a serial killer stranger?" y/n slurred as the male blinked "No- just offering you a ride..." Riki said as the girl took one last puff of her joint, slightly burning her lips as she did so. "What's the worst that can happen... ok-" She mumbled, as she stumbled up, Riki offered his hand as the girl smacked it away.

She silently followed him to his car. "You a racer or something?" y/n asked as she got into the car, obviously noticing that it was in fact a modelled car especially for racing, not failing to notice the designs painted on "Yeah, One of the bet ones in fact." the male added as he started driving her home. "I heard you used to race too hmm?" Riki asked as y/n nervously hugged her self, her nails scratching at her arm "Yeah used to... Now I prefer to just work at the Bodyshop" y/n simply answered. Riki glanced at her, noticing how uncomfortable she seemed, immediately changing the subject.

"Kay Cherry joints girl- you have arrived at your destination" Riki smiled as y/n frowned at the strange nickname, she mumbled a thanks, leaving him a cherry lollipop before leaving the car. She was immediately met with her brother, mad and worried, he dragged her in quickly, letting her rest in his room. "Lee y/n are you crazy?! dad's here today if he saw you you'd be dead you know?!!!" the male nagged, whisper yelling at her as she just whined. "You're lucky our neighbour's my best friend, had he not dragged you out any sooner, dad would have hacked off your legs!" Heeseung added.

Her goddamn neighbour?! the Nishimura Riki?!!! too bad she's way too high to process this heavy flow of information she is recieving...

✧𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓✧

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jils-things · 5 months

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But if you give me just one night You're gonna see me in a new light Yeah if you give me just one night To meet you underneath the moonlight

happy first anniversary to my beloved pookie bear and champion husby 🍎🍏

careful, incredibly corny and romantic lovemail coming through.... (you don't have to read it, i just love expressing myself.)

y'know part of me felt kinda bad for glitchy red because he was quite literally the reason why i ended up liking sun and moon red and he basically overpowered him ahuhudsa but i guess i can kinda thank the mod for being the catalyst for me to really get into pokemon again because before this i was not even touching pokemon since... i was a teenager.

the moment i saw red, i just knew i was gonna like him. no rhyme or reason apart from the fact he's super handsome and adorable as an adult (and my silly taste for brunets <3) and im absolutely here for it :] i'm really thankful i have friends who really supported my goofy admiration for him and helped me create what would be known today as appleshipping~ i have so much funny and heartwarming memories with him (like that time i fell asleep to his battle ost on discord calls many times 😭😭😭)

i remember dreading the fact, learning that i may never meet red properly in sun and moon (emulator on pc isn't really my preferred place to play unless i have no choice) but ohh man, what a blessing my classmate was to be a pokemon fan who had a 3ds with all sun and moon (and ultra) copies with him and since he had already finished all games years back - he happily allowed me to borrow his 3ds and reset his ultra sun file for me to play <3 i can't thank him enough for it, and it was simply because he wanted me to experience it. not only was it my first time to use a 3ds, but my first game would also be where i get to meet my hubby in game, and in a REAL console. it feels so cool, it definitely beats that feeling of using emulators.

i also remember eagerly making my way to the battle tree and even recorded my live reaction when he was actually there aeheheh im shy to share it but trust me when i say i was so squeaky and audible when he appeared... all im saying, im just happy i had a fun experience as a fan and as a selfshipper :]

alright, anyways - i like love red so much, as a character and someone i find pretty appealing eahudhuahf he looks so huggable and warm like a cozy snorlax sleeping in the winter night. i love his quiet but determined demeanor. it stands out from the rest of the characters and even if he was a protagonist at first, he's treated as a really cool legendary trainer that many characters respect and it just adds to the appeal (for ya girl, at least ehe). while many prefer his battling prowess, i love thinking of his emotional side, i think there's a lot to dissect there especially as a character who's silent most of the time, and of course when you're in a relationship its all about the connection and communication amirite ehhehafs ... while i'm a bit sad he's not really a popular character at the moment, at least he and my friends would know i'm (definitely) his biggest fan ehehee (twirls hair)

hooray for appleshipping! thank you for keeping my mood in high spirits this year, red 💚❤️

dividers: (x) (x)

#~ art #♥️ appleshipping #pokemon selfship #bipoc selfship 2023 #selfship #selfshipping #they're at aspertia city's lookout point! the place where player and hugh meets up with bianca...#jaide loves the view there - it's her favorite spot aside from undella's underwater bridge #im so. happy. :]]]#i feel like i won smth cuz my exams got moved to tuesday and not monday AHDEHHEEE #aashuuaua ily red :]]]]]

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violetsiren90 · 9 months

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Stolen Tides

(A What the Moon Saw Drabble)

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader (What the Moon Saw universe)

Genre: Drabble; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; childhood friends; old flames rekindled, angst and fluff

Summary: Time is the great force - it changes everything. The ebb and flow of the tide. The fullness of the moon. It carves mountains, and quiets storms...but it stands powerless in the face of love.

Content Warnings: PG-13, but ALL my content is off-limits to minors; nudity, implied sex, cooking and eating food, mention of minor character death, kissing, cuddling, working through feelings, tears are shed (it's them, so, of course, lol)

Author's note: I literally just posted a poll asking which drabble I should write first, and their first meeting won (which I was stoked about), but then this popped into my head and I just wrote it. I wrote it while I was supposed to be submitting a project with a deadline, because, in the words of MYG, I'm bad boi. But...I had to. I gave them their ending because they deserved it. 💕 (If you've never read the one-shot this universe takes place in, I recommend starting there!)

And as always, if no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

*Stolen tide: Occurs when weather and wind conditions suppress the ebb of a flood tide and then the next high tide washes in bringing even higher levels.

Your lids raised and dipped and raised again, like linens in a summer breeze, as your eyes came into focus. Soft late-morning light spilled through the window onto the golden-brown planks of the oaken floor. The western-facing window was open, and the thin curtains billowed inward with each puff of salty air cresting over the hill off the distant waves. Your eyes tracked a spider plant swaying from where its macrame harness was secured to a hook in the spackled ceiling. You shifted in the white sheets of the queen-size bed to glance around you. The room was small and minimally furnished, but everything within it seemed significant to its tenant. There was a little bookshelf propping up a guitar, and a roll-top desk bearing an open journal and coffee mug. On the other side was a nightstand with an antique lamp perched beside a book splayed open on its face and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. On the far end was a dresser with pretty little mother-of-pearl knobs topped with two potted succulents and an abstract of an albatross in flight, and the accordion door of a closet cracked open to reveal neatly stored clothes and shoes.

You tossed yourself back against the pillows with a sigh, a smile spreading slowly across your face as images from the previous night developed in the morning light like Polaroid pictures. You reached out to brush a hand over the sheets where he had slept beside you, as naked as you were now. You'd awakened in the middle of the night to find that you'd taken all the covers and to see him, laying there on his stomach - his sweet little ass pale and perfectly bare in the moonlight. You chuckled and bit your lip, slipping out of bed to pull on panties and snatch a flannel from the closet and drape it over your body, pushing up the sleeves to bunch around your elbows. He had always worn his shirts too big, and it dipped down to your mid thighs as your legs carried you toward the scents of garlic and gochujang wafting down the hall.

The kitchen was as simple in its loveliness as the rest of the little house, pale yellow light pouring through the large windows over a vase of poppies on a table flanked by two chairs. And a man who used to be a boy was standing at the other end of the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes in a way that made you question if a single day had passed. Yoongi stood at the little stove in a white tee and grey sweats, his dark hair sticking up every which way and his face puffy from sleep. You had to press a hand to your lips to keep from giggling at his appearance, and when he glanced up you found yourself unable to conceal an amused and extremely endeared grin.

“What?” he asked in sleepy suspicion, his brows up and knitted together as his lips dropped into a pout.

Thirty-two and as cute as he had ever been. You chuckled as you circled around his left, where you turned towards him and slipped your body between his and the stove. Wrapping your arms around his back as he looked down, you regarded him. The same. He looked just the same. His features were a bit more defined, the soft cheeks having sharpened at his cheekbones and jawline, and he was broader and thicker with longer hair that curled at the base of his neck. But his eyes with the dark lashes, his petal pink lips...the way they felt on you...he was the same. You lifted your face to place the gentlest kisses on every feature - the ones that had changed and the ones that hadn't.

He let out a soft hum, his left arm slipping around your waist as he shifted you slightly to the side, prodding at the contents of the pan with the wooden spoon in his right hand.

“The food will burn,” he chided lightly.

But his eyes creased at the corners and his mouth seemed to hover on the verge of a smile. You twisted to glance at the pork belly fried rice before nestling yourself back into him, your head on his chest.

“Smells good,” you murmured into his shirt.

“Mm. It’s just leftovers,” he replied, in the warm, even tone that pierced your heart like a forgotten melody.

You pressed back the tears that threatened to come. The moon had seen enough of those last night.

"You were always good at cooking, like your mom,” you sighed into his tee.

He didn't reply, but he tucked his cheek against your head, his thumb dragging his shirt up and down your back in tiny tender motions. You held him and he held you, and the pork fat sizzled on the stove, and a wind chime tinkled outside the kitchen window, and far off and down the ocean broke against the rocks.

And then he slowly drew you away from his chest so that he could see your face, his eyes meeting yours with the soft wet glimmer of joy and sadness at once, like the soil after a rainfall - that damp warmth from which beautiful things grow - and you buried yourself there, like a seed dropped from the sky by a bird. Dropped on the side of a cliff by the sea.

Between mouthfuls of fried rice and kimchi eggs, you told him about college. About your passion for your chosen career. About meeting a boy who wasn't him, who had asked you to be his wife. About how you had chosen a dress and sent out invitations and then said no. Yoongi nodded quietly, but didn't ask why. Then he told you about how his father had succumbed to pneumonia a few years ago, and his mother had moved back to Korea and remarried. You nodded and asked him why he stayed. He shrugged as he pushed his rice around his plate.

"Want to see something?" he asked with a shy smile, as he dried his hands from washing a final dish.

You nodded, smiling when he took your hand to lead you out of the kitchen door and into the yard at the side of the little house. Ice plant and poppies sprang up among the rocks and sandy dirt, disrupted by a cobbled path leading to a periwinkle blue shed only half as large as the house behind you. Yoongi opened the door.

Inside was warm and the air aglow with little floating specks that caught the light, which you quickly realized, as you glanced around, were flecks of saw dust. It was a workshop. In reverent awe you took in the beautiful pieces crafted from oak, walnut, pine, and redwood. There was a bench, a coffee table, a mirror frame, cutting boards, a spice rack. In and amongst the tools and work surfaces, there were handmade treasures against the walls and stacked on shelves. You took a seat in a sanded-down rocking chair.

"You made all this?" You asked in disbelief.

Yoongi shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweats, casting proud but bashful eyes over the room.

"I make them to order. Although, you did find the one thing in here that I started for myself."

You felt warmth fill your chest because you thought he looked a little proud. You swayed in the chair, tucking your legs up under you.

"It's beautiful, Yoongi. All of it. You're incredibly talented."

"You started it, you know," he said with a smile, still not meeting your eyes. You cocked your head to the side in question. "You gave me that whittling kit for my birthday."

He shuffled over to a workbench and took a small object in his hand. He approached you, holding it out, and you took it. You turned the little curved knife over in your hands, brushing your thumb over the faded little heart inscribed in pink paint.

"You wanted me to have something to do with my hands, so I would stop biting my nails," he replied, taking the knife back from you and regarding it with warm eyes as he set it aside.

"You remember that?" You let out a laugh.

"I remember everything," he said.

He said it like an oath...one you had once sworn. He was looking down at you, and suddenly you were on a little ledge under the stars, and he was pulling you into a kiss, and making love to you, and telling you to run and not look back. Yoongi, your Yoongi. You breathed his name, and he reached for your hands, pulling you up and against him as his lips found yours. He kissed you tenderly and fiercely. He kissed you all the way back to his bedroom where he laid you down in the soft white cotton and made up for lost time.

The sun made its way over hill and down into the western waters, and all the while you stayed wrapped in the sanctuary of each others' bodies, only leaving his bed twice - once to shower together and another time to share a bowl of bibim guksu and some tangerines from the tree in the yard. Now the moon's waning crescent peeped through the curtains to see you laying tangled in Yoongi's arms, his forehead pressed to yours, as he asked a question to which he didn't want the answer.

"When are you leaving?" His voice was low and soft and deep, so resonant...but you could hear what it lacked, what he was holding back.

"Why do I have to leave?" You murmured, tracing a place over his chest where your lips had once left a bruise.

The skin had healed long since, but not what laid beneath. Yoongi sighed through his nose, his breath tickling your chin and chest.

"What does this place hold for you?" he asked, his voice strained, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw as his thumb brushed over your chin. "Just pain and sadness. You got out of here, you're free."

A tear slipped over the bridge of your nose and onto the pillow.

"I might have left, but my heart never did," you whispered, your voice shaking as years of never forgetting filled the expanse of your chest. "And it never will," you murmured through a little sob.

You pushed yourself back so that you could see his beautiful watery brown eyes and wet cheeks as you asked him a question to which you already knew the answer.

"Why didn't you leave?" Another tear slipped down his face as he looked at you. "Why, Yoongi? Why didn't you leave? Tell me, Yoongi. Say it. Why didn't you l-"

His mouth was on yours, and he kissed you back into the sheets as your tears mingled. He kissed you and he kissed you and when his lips finally left yours by a centimeter he whispered his answer against them.

The moon had seen him find you, and lose you. Now it saw you tell him you would never leave his side.

Some weeks later it sent you both off in a packed-up car (with a rocking chair strapped to the top), as it faded in the light of the rising sun, to start a new part - the best part - of the story of the boy and the girl on the cliffside...

...The part where they lived together, and in happiness, until the end of their days.

-Fin-

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wen-kexing-apologist · 9 months

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Hello.....How are you? Thanks so much for sharing your analysis in your blog. I'm new to BL. I felt really helped in finding your blog. I lived in a country where LGBTQ+ is considered taboo and my own family saw it as something sinful. Until I found mlm fanfics (I know it's a ridicilous reason for why now I'm interested in BL & GL media).

Can I ask, what are your top 7 (or top 5) favorite BL media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series) ? Why do you love them? And your top 5 (or top 3) favorite GL media? Sorry for asking similar question like from someone before (hope you don't mind).

Thanks again, @wen-kexing-apologist 💐🌻🌷

Hello! So sorry this took so long to respond to, I have been really busy and this write up took me a bit of time to get together.

Thanks for reaching out, I’m sorry that your family sees queerness as sinful. I’m sure we come from different countries, and different cultures, but I hope I can give you some comfort by saying I am proud of who I am and I love being queer. I love my queer friends, they are without a doubt the kindest and most caring people I have ever met. And you do not need to apologize at all for asking a similar question to a previous ask. I also hope you know that it is not ridiculous at all to have your eyes opened by mlm fanfiction, I promise.

So my list of (some) of my favorite BLs are:

ITSAY/IPYTM

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us

Moonlight Chicken

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The Eclipse

Our Dining Table

La Pluie

He’s Coming to Me

What Did You Eat Yesterday? (adding this as a special #8 because it is one of my favorites but may be hard to find)

You’re My Sky

Gameboys

Because this is a similar ask to one I recently got I am going to direct you to that for my explanations on 180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us (available on Gagaoolala), I Told Sunset About You and I Promise You The Moon (available on Viki), and Moonlight Chicken (available on YouTube) and add three other shows: What Did You Eat Yesterday?, You’re My Sky, and Gameboys.

If you stick around in this fandom long enough you will start to see that Bad Buddy (available on YouTube) is one of most beloved shows on tumblr. I love love love that show, but it is not in my favorites the way these other shows are. However, I would HIGHLY recommend you watch it if you haven’t already. It is incredible, and a very important piece of BL history both for the level of popularity it gained and the way it subverted BL as a genre.

That said, let’s get in to my favorite BLs and why I love them, again in alphabetical order:

Gameboys

(Pinoy BL- Season 1: Available on YouTube or Netflix, Season 2: Available on Gagaoolala in Asia or with a VPN that can make it seem like you are in Asia)

Contains Themes of: Quarantine, COVID, death, queer character being outed against their will

I literally just finished the first season of this show today, but have to thank @bengiyo for telling me this is what I should watch next because I absolutely loved it. It is the story of two boys, stuck in quarantine in the Phillipines during the COVID pandemic that meet over an online game and fall in love. I agree with Ben that this is an incredibly well handled pandemic story, the actors are fantastic, their chemistry is believable and natural, and I appreciate that they let these boys be horny for each other. I loved watching the highs and lows of their blossoming relationship and I am so looking forward to watching Season 2 when they are together in person and seeing if and how that changes their dynamic.

He’s Coming to Me

(Thai BL- Available on YouTube)

Contains Themes of: death of a teenager (related to heart problems), murder

I talked about this show in one of my tag games as my pick for most underrated series in Thai QL. Which I stand by because this show did not have the distribution it should have due to fan interference because they were upset about Singto being moved from a match up with Krist to instead star opposite Ohm.

This is a show that I have labeled as By, For, and About Queer people. This is an Aof Noppharnach piece that is just absolutely beautiful in the way it explores the growing realization about your own queerness as Ohm’s character (Thun) starts to develop feelings for Singto’s character (Med). I love the additional layer to this show that comes with Med being a ghost who can only be seen by Thun, and how we don’t just get an explicitly queer character in an explicitly queer relationship, but that we also get a metaphor for queerness in the fact that Thun has to keep himself and his abilities private. When he hangs out with Med in public, no one can see him, and Thun often ends up talking to air, which results in people constantly staring at him in confusion, concern, or disgust. This show will remind you that Ohm has always been The Actor of All Time, the way his voice creaks in this show still haunts me to this day. I liked the mystery element in this show, I loved the rooftop confessions and the coming out scene. I loved all the ways this show was just so so so queer. Now that it has been released to the general public, I think every person who watches Thai BL should watch this show.

La Pluie

(Thai BL- Available on IQIYI)

Contains Themes of: lying to a romantic partner

God this show is an incredible, brilliant, perfectly executed subversion of the soulmates trope. A theme I am generally sensing in the content I am sharing is that queer characters are allowed to be flawed human beings. Tai needs to learn how to use his words, Patts is perfect but does have a temper that he is managing extremely well, Tien is perfect but does constantly undermine and underplay his own emotions to support the other people in his life, Lomfon is rude. This show has a lot of very smart things to say, and allows its characters to both experience desire, and sexual frustration, it uses giving sexual pleasure as a way for a character to maintain control over new forms of intimacy. Myself and my fellow clowns on this website (especially @bengiyo and @lurkingshan) have fought for this show tooth and nail for weeks upon weeks to make sure that as many people as possible were watching this absolutely beautiful show.

Our Dining Table

(Japanese BL- Available on Gagaoolala)

Contains Themes of: death, child neglect, grief

This is a very short, very sweet, wonderful spot of comfort and warmth. Its main themes are found family and navigating grief. It has the cutest little boy in the world who is just a bouncing ball of sunshine, and he and this show won my entire heart. I love this show for what it says about family, about care and love, sacrifice and healing. Even for the parts of the show that center around pain, this show is just so full of joy. I loved watching Yutaka open up, loved watching Minoru have a chance to relax, I loved Ueda-san getting to watch his son fall in love to become happier by way of existing around his sons’ happiness. I love that Minoru is very much an older brother to Tane, not a parent, despite how much care he gives him, and I love that Yutaka and Tane are genuinely friends.

The Eclipse

(Thai BL- Available on YouTube)

Contains Themes of: threats against protestors (including cars rolling in to crowds), suicide, grief, internalized homophobia, homophobia, authoritarianism, emotional manipulation, thoughts of suicide, queer character being outed against their will

This is absolutely one of my favorite BLs, beyond the fact that the acting is incredible, the characters are allowed to be very flawed, very complex, and very morally gray the story itself is incredibly layered and is a huge social commentary on rebelling against authoritarianism, the ways in which identities and oppression are leveraged against marginalized people to get them to commit heinous acts against the people they should be standing with and not against. This show touches on so many different things: justice, hypocrisy, manipulation, love, fear, internalized homophobia, rebellion, activism. This show gave me both my favorite war criminal and his rat bastard boyfriend. It has some of my favorite kisses and favorite crying scenes. And it introduced me to the powerhouse duo of First and Khaotung.

What Did You Eat Yesterday?

(I am honestly not sure where you can find this easily, outside of @kinounaniresource. there is one season, a special, and a movie. There is a Season 2 on the way, and I am also not sure when it is going to be released or if it is going to be released on any particular platform)

Contains Themes of: internalized homophobia, homophobia, character with history of child abuse

I am honestly not sure if this technically qualifies as a BL, but it is certainly a show that centers around an already established, older gay couple. This is a story about a couple staying together, and there is an undercurrent of long carried pain that is tucked so neatly between the layers of cooking, and eating, and love for one another. I do not really know how to explain this show beyond it just being one of the best things out there. We are so so lacking in elder queer content, honestly this is the only show I have seen out of 60+ QLs I have watched in the last year that has a main queer couple over the age of probably 25. I love the dynamic between Shiro and Kenji so much because who doesn’t love couples comprised of one puppy dog of a man and one man with the energy of a very annoyed cat?

You’re My Sky

(Thai BL- available on Viki)

Contains Themes of: betrayal, cheating, sports related injury

This show has some of the most beautiful, saturated coloring of any show I have ever seen, the influence of I Told Sunset About You is incredibly clear (which makes sense because a screenwriter and director on You’re My Sky was a Screenwriter on ITSAY/IPYTM). I am not a huge sports person, but I do love a sports drama, and this one does a stellar job with the way it shoots it’s basketball games. It has Suar, who I was first introduced to as Tien in La Pluie as the main character and he is just SO. GOOD. This dude has been in three shows TOTAL and he just absolutely DEMOLISHES this role, and his role in La Pluie. Seriously, even if you could not give two shits about basketball (as a sport I do not, in this show I care very much) you should watch this show just to see Suar run a masterclass in acting.

Girl Loves

Unfortunately, there are not a lot of girl love shows that exist, the only one I have even seen coming out of Asia is GAP the series (a handful more exist, but they either seem to not be popular and/or are hard to access). It is an unfortunate reality that we are still fighting for more WLW content, especially GL content where the romance is the main and central plot. So, I don’t have a strong list to give you, because what does exist is limited and often gets canceled, but I will give you what information I do have:

Carmilla

GAP the Series

Carmilla

(Canada- Available on YouTube)

Contains Themes of: student disappearances, death, undeath

This is an 8 year old Western webseries based on the book of the same name. I watched this around the time it came out and loved it a lot. There are a couple seasons and a movie, all of it is really really good, and was some of the earliest queer representation I had, including having the first non-binary character I had ever seen on screen (does not mean there weren’t others, this is just the first one that I found). This is a webseries so it takes place almost exclusively in one room.

GAP the Series

(Thai GL- Available on YouTube)

Contains Themes of: severe homophobia, suicide, emotional abuse, death of a sibling

GAP was fun, it started out really strong, but it did lose me a little bit at the end. But that is mostly because I am not the biggest fan of boss and employee stories where an equal power balance is not established. I think it s a really solid attempt at kickstarting GL into an industry rather than just an occasional one off. This is required viewing in my opinion because of how it was funded, and because it has some of the highest view rates out there for queer Thai shows, and really helped prove that GLs were stories that people really really wanted to see (read: production companies started to realize they could make a lot of money).

I can offer you a suggestion from other people:

She Loves to Cook, She Loves to Eat

(Japanese GL- I have not seen this yet and I am not sure where you can find this show. But I do know that everyone who has seen it loves it, and I plan to watch it soon. A Season 2 was announced recently but is not out yet)

Non GL shows that either have a lesbian or bisexual character and/or have a GL pairing as a side plot:

Bad Buddy (the second couple, but still has limited screen time)

Secret Crush on You (very minor couple, but has been in a relationship from the beginning)

La Pluie (A very small part of the story)

Lovely Writer (I have not seen this show, I do not know exactly what the plot is, or what purpose this character serves, but I know there is a bisexual character named Tiffy, who won the BL Bisexual Swag

The Warp Effect (one of the shows with a pretty strong lesbian couple)

Gameboys and Pearl Next Door

A book I really love with a WLW couple in it and a gay character is The Priory of the Orange Tree

GMMTV has started filming their first GL, which we hope will air late this year (or maybe early next year), it’s called 23.5 Degrees and I am very much looking forward to it!

Queer Shows

I’ll give you some bonus suggestions that are very queer shows, but aren’t defined as BL or GL

The Warp Effect

Gay OK Bangkok

3 Will Be Free

The Owl House

Deadend Paranormal Park

The Warp Effect

(Thai- available on YouTube)

Contains Themes of: abortion, sexual assault, physical assault, internalized homophobia, transphobia, religious trauma, bodyshaming, slut shaming, kink shaming, workplace sexual harassment, homophobia

If it is queer and from Thailand and I love it, odds are extremely high that Jojo Tichakorn wrote and directed it. Despite some very heavy themes this was a very very fun watch, it is one of the most kink positive, sex positive, and queer shows that I have seen. I have a friend who is a sex educator and I want them to watch this show for it’s public speech announcements about getting HPV vaccines and how pelvic exams work. This is not a show I can explain super well, but it is one that I highly recommend, and if you are planning on watching Only Friends, then it is something I consider a required viewing.

Gay OK Bangkok

(Thai- available on YouTube)

Contains Themes of: cheating, HIV

This is a very real look at the existence of gay men in Bangkok, I love it so much. This is a pair up between Jojo and Aof, two of my favorite directors. It is not a feel good show, it is an honest one. I think everyone should watch it.

3 Will Be Free

(Thai- available on YouTube)

Contains Themes of: cheating, manslaughter, murder, murder of a spouse, kidnapping, domestic abuse, sexual assault, strangulation, transphobia, death, gun violence

Once again, a Jojo show, and once again, despite the list of themes within the show, a very fun watch. This is one of, if not the only GMMTV show with a throuple, and is honestly very hilarious by way of three idiots on the run from the mafia, accidentally through mostly shit dumb luck and the fact that everyone is stupid, taking down a criminal empire.

The Owl House

(United States- available on Disney+, season 3 available on YouTube)

Contains Themes of: white supremacy, child abuse, child neglect, heavy trauma, mind and body control, death, possible world destruction

This is an animated show that I love dearly and one I find incredibly important for the next generation of queer people to see. The main character is neurodivergent, she is bisexual and gets a girlfriend, there is a non-binary side character, and there is also just a lot of casual queer representation. This show has a lot to say, and says it well, it is adorable and heartbreaking and everything in between and the fact that it got canceled is honestly a tragedy.

Dead End: Paranormal Park

(United States- available on Netflix)

Contains Themes of: possession, murder, death, undeath, paranormal activity, religious infighting, amnesia, animal death, kidnapping, child death, implied transphobia

This is also an animated show that I love dearly and one I find incredibly important for the next generation of queer people to see. The main character is trans, the other main character is neurodivergent and bisexual, there is a lot of casual queer representation. Like The Owl House this show has a lot to say, and says it well, it is adorable and heartbreaking and everything in between and the fact that it got canceled is also a tragedy.

[I realize for The Owl House and Deadend Paranormal Park that my descriptions are very similar, but I cannot stress enough that these two shows have very different premises and tell very different stories. They are just animated shows that are able to contain a lot more queer representation that the stories that came before them, because of the stories that came before them]

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I saw you reblog a werewolf sam and kirby thing a while ago. Do you write for them?

If so would you write about werewolf sam and kirby in their wolf forms cuddling with tara? On the full moon i think they would be possessive with tara and they would carry her around by the hem of her shirt! They would act like mama wolves and tara loves it! The part tara doesn’t love is when they try to bring dead animals that they hunted as a gift for tara(like how dogs and cats bring food to their young) into the house

That's @a-b-o-v-eg-r-o-u-n-dr-a-d-i-s-h's Cursed by the Moonlight AU! She really inspired me with her werewolf Sam thoughts, so I'm working on my own werewolf AU. I have written so much lore today lol.

Sidenote, I'm having such trouble naming it. All I can think of is fangs for the support. I wanted a good moon or pack pun but I'm dumb 😞 Also I just kinda want to make Werewolf timelines of all my existing AU's lmao. (The urge to make this another 10 years age gap AU is SO strong because of the image of big doggy Sam and tiny little Tara.)

Sam always comes back from her moonlight jaunts with a gift for Tara, like it's an apology for having to leave her alone. Sometimes it's flowers, pretty rocks, and toys people have dropped. Sometimes it's bones, sometimes it's animals. Usually dead. An alive rabbit once that Sam was incredibly proud of catching if the breeze her wagging tail caused was anything to go by. Tara made her put the rabbit back. (She once bought back a snake and dropped it on Tara's bed whilst she was sleeping, a mistake she won't ever make again.)

Born wolves in their full form are massive, so Tara is prime size for being scruffed during full moons, much to her frustration sometimes. They get so much more protective during that three-day period of the full moon that she has no choice but to engage in pack-time. (Tara does love wolf-cuddles, though she'll never admit it. There's nothing like climbing on top of this massive creature and snuggling down, like facing this beast that could kill her in an instant but knowing it won't.)

13-year-old Tara thought she would be the one getting jealous when 22-year-old Kirby starts coming around, because Kirby is a born wolf too, and Tara's just a lame human. This is someone new that 18-year-old Sam can share her world with, that Tara will never be able to relate to (👀), but it turns out actually Sam is the one who gets jealous of having to share Tara with Kirby. Tara's insecurities all melt away on that first full moon together when she's patting Kirby's head and Sam butts her way in between them, growling all the while, to wrap herself around Tara.

Kirby was actually really nervous about spending a full moon around Tara, she'd never wolfed out around a human. It's just not something that is done. But Sam never grew up with a pack like she should have, she doesn't know their rules and laws, and she's always spent her moons with her sister, so it's not like Kirby would be able to convince her otherwise anyway, and Sam does need to learn and be around other wolves, so she takes it upon herself to join them to teach her. Kirby expressed her worries to Sam directly, and the way she had laughed was unnerving, the way she said "as if I would ever let you hurt Tara" was chilling. Kirby is older than Sam, and yet the threat in her words made her want to submit like she was just a pup.

Kirby's dismayed to see just how much bigger than her Sam is in their full forms. It speaks to more than just their human sides, it speaks to a level of power. She really needs to convince Sam to join the pack, but she knows packs don't allow humans, and Sam has made her own with a human.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Kirby Reed #AU: fangs for the support #ffts path 1

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midnightanxietytm · 15 days

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L'altra dimensione

A/N: Måneskin is so Zutara coded (or is it the other way around?) And it made my brain rot intense in ways you can't imagine. Also, i do not know any italian, i'm here for the cool music and for Damiano and Victoria.

Contents/Tags: The Blue Spirit & The Painted Lady being vigilantes in Ba Sing Se. Role Swap AU (aka the water tribes caused the war, more of this AU here and also there.) Introspection. Character analysis, Pre-relationship Zutara. The tension in this one is off the charts.

Word count: 881

"It’s a sight to behold; her dark figure engulfed in moonlight, the white mask of the Painted Lady, delicate as ever, hiding her features and contrasting with her ruthless yet precise moves when fighting."

The second Zuko placed the mask on his face, he felt more at ease, his constantly depleting confidence being boosted all the way up. Zuko might not be able to help those people, but the Blue Spirit was.

His path to the lower ring is relatively easy; he jumps through roofs and balconies, runs through the streets and alleys, and he is free and powerful; no wars, no big plans beyond his years, just helping whoever he can.

E adesso giuro faccio le valigie

Scappo via in un'altra dimensione

Son stanco delle vostre facce grigie

Voglio un mondo rosa, pieno di colore

(And now I swear I'll pack my bags

And escape to another dimension

I'm tired of your grey faces

I want a pink world full of colour)

Tonight, he has company.

He doesn’t see her that often, from what he’s gathered they tend to ‘work’ on different parts of the lower ring. It seems that they both decided to patrol the central market today though.

It’s a sight to behold; her dark figure engulfed in moonlight, the white mask of the Painted Lady, delicate as ever, hiding her features and contrasting with her ruthless yet precise moves when fighting.

The Blue Spirit approached the Painted Lady silently, and she turned to face him; her marbled mask tilting in a silent question. In response, he kneeled on the roof beside her, and dutifully watched the dwindling movement of the market below.

Their silence lasted, but eventually, she bumped her shoulder against his and gestured her head to a corner. He followed and saw what she meant; one of the vendors, a younger woman, was being very intently watched by a man across the street from her. It seemed the woman knew she was being watched, while she closed up her shop she would often glance around, nervous.

His Lady stood up first, the full moon reflection on her mask eerily. He followed suit, and together they ran through the roofs, like true spirits.

Voi comprate amore con le carte Visa

Con le facce intrise sì, ma di sudore

E adesso giuro faccio le valigie

Scappo via dalla dolce Marlena

(You buy love with credit cards

With faces that are drenched, yes, but with sweat

And now I swear I'll pack my bags

And escape from sweet Marlena)

By the time they were ready to separate there were only two or three hours left before sunrise. The Painted Lady stood on the rooftop, right in front of him, and on times like this, Zuko could almost believe she was truly a spirit, and not a mask, but he could see her shoulders moving with each breath she took, he could feel her eyes wondering his figure, just as curious about him as he was about her.

Marlena, Marlena, sì portami a ballare stasera

(Marlena, yes, take me dancing tonight, Marlena)

They were close, if Zuko really focused, he could hear her breathing too. They had done a lot that night; whenever the central market opened, some opportunists would follow suit, so they were busy, their dangerous dance disarming and restraining each one of the dangers that dared impose their domain.

Truly like spirits, yet so far from them, so painfully human; he taught. She slowly raised a hand to his forearm, tilting her head. He kept looking at her ‘face’, even though he felt the sting and the wetness against the cut in his arm.

Amico mio devi essere felice

Perché il nuovo mondo sta per arrivare

E non c'è taglio, non c'è cicatrice

Che questa passione non possa curare

Dio io dalla polvere come fenice

Son risorto ed ho imparato anche a volare

Soltanto perché ho fatto le valigie ed ho baciato la dolce

(My friend, you must be happy since the new world is about to come

And there's no cut, no scar that this passion cannot cure

I, I from the ashes have arisen like a Phoenix, and I even learned to fly

Only because I packed my bags and kissed sweet Marlena)

In seconds, the pain was gone, her hand lingered, cold against his skin, then slid down his arm. He met her hand with his, she squeezed. Underneath the guise of spirits, they hid their identity and yet bared all their feelings, they sang a wordless lyric, and she sang of redemption while he sang of justice.

He could accept her, right there under the full moon, and everything would change.

He squeezed her hand back, then felt it slip from his grasp.

Marlena, Marlena, sì vienimi a parlare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, io ti starò a ascoltare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, insegnami a lottare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, sì portami a bailar

(Marlena, yes, come talk to me,Please, Marlena

Marlena, I'll stay listening, Please, Marlena

Marlena, teach me to fight, Please, Marlena

Marlena, yes, take me dancing. )

He slowly turned from her, and he disappeared between the shadows.

Maybe, the Blue Spirit thought, he would see his lady again, under the setting sun this time.

#midnight writes #atla #zutara #the blue spirit #the pain #the painted lady #katara #zuko x katara #zuko #songfi #manes #maneskin #l'altra dimensione #live laugh love zutara #asks open #they consum #they consume my every waking thought #bluetara

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Day 7: Flustered

Shane has a crush on Emily, and Jas won't leave him alone about it. So, he lets out an evil monster to make her regret teasing him. But things only escalate the moment Marnie joins the tickle fight.

Another day, another fanfic! Stardew Valley is today's fandom! And I'm giving this little household some much-needed love. Dedicating this fanfiction to all my Stardew fans! Hope you enjoy!

“Alright. Bye.” Shane said before closing his flip phone. He walked up to the table and sat down, where Jas was reading a book she had found at the library earlier that day. “Hey Jas.” He said.

Jas put the book down. “Hi Uncle Shane.” Jas replied.

“Whatcha reading?” He asked.

Jas showed Shane the book cover. Seeing it, Shane just hummed in response. “Cool.” He replied, not sure what else to say.

“Who were you talking to?” Jas asked him as she picked up the book again.

Shane hummed and looked at her. “Uhh…” He could already feel his face heating up. “...N-No one.” He replied.

Jas flipped a page. “Was it the man on the moon?” Jas asked.

Shane smiled slightly. She still remembered the age-old tale he told her about the man on the moon. He slowly felt nice knowing she still remembered that. “Nope. The Man on the Moon’s busy sleeping right now. He’ll be out later.” He told her.

Jas smiled and took a drink of her apple juice. “Was it Emily?” She asked next.

Shane’s face heated up a small bit more the moment she simply said her name. “......Nooo…” He mumbled.

She smiled and looked at her godfather. “Oh really?” She teased.

“R-Really. It wasn’t Emily.” He replied.

“Then who was it?” She asked.

Shane looked down, refusing to even look at her with his beet-red face. All she was doing was asking surface-level questions…and he’s already blushing like a madman.

“I-...Okay, fine. It was Emily. You were right.” Shane replied.

“Have you two kissed?” She asked.

Shane snapped his head over to look at Jas. “JAS!” Shane yelled.

Jas widened her eyes and bit down on her straw. She froze for a moment, and stared at him. “.....So is that a yes?” She asked with a widening smile.

Shane looked away with overwhelming embarrassment while Jas laughed at her lovestruck uncle.

“Shane’s in love!” Jas cheered.

“Am not!” Shane argued.

“Ooooh! With who, sweetheart?” Marnie asked, walking into the room with a smirk.

“With Emily!” Jas declared proudly.

“Jaaass…” Shane mumbled and hid his face in his arms.

“Shane wants to ask her on a date! And kiss her under the moonlight!” Jas stated abruptly.

Marnie looked at Shane, and smiled when she saw him hiding his face in his arms. “Oh Jas…you have such a wild imagination.” She teased.

“B-but it’s true! He likes her! He just got off the phone with her!” Jas told her.

“Yeah. But he didn’t ask her on a date.” Marnie told her.

“Yeah, because he’s a chicken.” Jas mentioned.

Shane looked at her. “W-what makes you think I’m chicken?!” He asked.

“Well, Besides his interest in owning chickens of his own, of course.” Marnie added.

“Because he keeps stopping himself from admitting how he feels to her.” Jas told her.

“Jassy, I think that’s enough.” He warns.

“Let’s leave your uncle alone now. He needs to spend some time coming up with the right words.” Marnie told him.

Jas sighed and thought for a moment. “Fine…” she muttered, going back to her book.

Shane went onto his flip phone and stared at her contact information. He knew that Jas and Marnie were right. He needs to figure out how to tell her the truth. He needs to “come up with the right words” as Marnie put it. But…how? What are considered ‘appropriate’ words for a confession? He wanted his words to stand out. Cause any same old guy can say “I have feelings for you”, but a true guy would come up with something more memorable than that. Something heartfelt.

“Staring at that phone number won’t change anything, Uncle Shane.” Jas teased, poking his side.

Shane jumped at first, surprised to feel the jab to his side. But he quickly pulled himself together, put down his flip phone and picked up Jas. “That’s it.” He scurried his nimble fingers all over her belly.

She squealed and threw her head back, laughing and giggling. “BWAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Jas yelled.

Shane changed his voice into a goofy, silly voice to make it seem like he’s possessed by a different person. “What’s this? The smartypants can’t take what she dishes out?” Shane teased in his goofy voice.

“IHIHI’M SOHohorryhyhy!” She reacted.

“Oh! Now you’re APOLOGIZING! What a shocker! The tickle monster is flabbergasted!” The tickle monster reacted. “Do you know what the word flabbergasted means?” The monster asked.

“Nohohohohoho! Ihihihi dohohon’t!” Jas replied.

“Flabbergasted is another word to mean ‘shocked’ or ‘surprised’.” The monster told her. “Congratulations, Jas! You learned a new word today! Flabbergasted! Provided by your truly: The Tickle Monster!” He declared proudly.

“IHI knohohow ihit’s yohohou, Uhuncle Shahahane.” Jas told him.

The tickle monster gasped. “Who is this ‘Uncle Shane’ person you speak of?” He asked curiously in that silly voice.

“Yohohohou!” She replied.

“I am not ‘Uncle Shane’. I am The Tickle Monster!” He reacted.

Jas moved herself towards her Uncle Shane’s sides. “Dohohon’t lihihie to mehehehe!” She ordered.

He looked down. “Oho no, you’re not tickling me.” He warned, his voice going back to normal.

“She won��t be.” Marnie said, taking Jas from his hands and putting her down. “But I just might.” She turned his chair to face her, and tickled Shane’s armpits and upper ribs while he was sitting.

Shane threw his head and cackled, wiggling around and squeezing his arms against his sides, trapping her fingers in his armpits. “NOHO WAHAHAIT! NAHAhahaha! Ahahaunt Mahaharnie! Nohohoho!” He reacted.

“Ohoho, Aunt Marnie, yes!” She declared. “You really thought the tickle monster was going to scare off your Aunt Marnie? No way!” She kept going. “The oldest generation of tickle monsters in this house has officially come back out.” She explained.

“Nohohoho! leheheave mehehe alohohohone!” Shane begged. “Oh, but why would I do that, when I could just tickle you for hours and hours?” Marnie teased.

“YOHOHOU’D BEHETTER NOHOHOT.” He warned.

“Oh come now, Shane. You know I wouldn’t do that to you.” She told him. “However…” She turned to Jas. “But I WILL let Jas choose where I should tickle next.” She decided.

Jas looked up at Marnie and smirked. “Okay!” She replied.

“Okay. Where should I tickle first?” Marnie asked her.

Jas thought for a moment and smirked. “Tickle his neck first!” She told her.

“Ooooh! A wonderful idea, sweetheart!” she declared, before tickling his neck with her soft, loving fingers.

Shane curled his neck in and giggled in an almost girly voice. “Hehehehe- Ohohokahay, thihihis ihihihis mohore behehehearable.” Shane admitted.

“Coochy coochy coo~!” She teased before moving to the other side of his neck.

Shane leaned his head back, struggling to stop any of his ticklish reactions. “Hehehehey! Hohohow’s thahahat fahahahair?!” Shane asked.

“Now wait…you thought this was going to be fair?” Marnie asked.

Jas laughed. “Tickle his belly button!” She reacted.

“A fine decision indeed, Jas~!” Marnie reacted before lifting up his shirt. “On 3~!” She said.

“Ohohohoho no…” Shane mumbled nervously.

“1…” Marnie counted.

“2…” Jas counted next.

Shane squeezed his eyes shut. “Ohno-ohno-OhNO-”

“3!” Marnie and Jas yelled at the same time before utterly destroying Shane with tickles. Marnie had shoved her finger into his belly button and started swirling, while Jas had skittered her fingers all over his surrounding belly. “Tickle tickle tickle~!” the girls both teased at the same time.

“NahAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Shane cackled, utterly losing his mind. His niece and aunt were so evil and mischievous together! Is this what they get up to when he’s over at the dock?!

“Hey Uncle Shane?” Jas stopped tickling his belly. “Do you like raspberries?”

Shane's eyes immediately widened to the size of saucers. “NO!” Shane yelled.

“Ohoho~” Marnie smiled and looked at Jas. “Have you ever learned how to do a raspberry?” Marnie asked.

Jas shook her head. “No.” She replied. “Are they hard?” She asked.

“Maybe the first few times…but they’re easy once you understand.” Marnie replied. She looked at Jas with a proud smirk. “Would you perhaps like to learn?” She asked.

The moment Jas gasped and nodded her head, Shane immediately knew he was done for. This is it. His dignity is going to die a cruel death tonight…at the hands of his playful aunt and his mischievous niece.

#shane has a crush on emily #jas teases her uncle #tickle monster #funny #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!marnie #switch!shane #switch!jas

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evereinefaust · 2 months

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: MC and Shikamaru had a wholesome romantic night moongazing.

Word Count: 458

You stared at the big, white full moon. Whenever you're upset or can't sleep, you always sneak out to stare at the moon. Just looking at it makes you comfy and feel all better. It's a routine for you. You can feel that the moon treats your sadness and other negativity away. Staring at it and counting the infinite stars, even forming some shapes or constellations. But today, you are not alone. "[Name]? What are you doing here?" A certain lazy head asked as he sat down on the grass next to you. "Shikamaru? I thought you were asleep?" You asked him back, looking at him before looking back at the moon. "Can't sleep. You?" He answered and then asked again. "I'm here to watch the moon, and to star gaze too" You replied.

The two of you stayed in silence for a while, watching the big moon illuminate the night. "Man, when do you intend to stay here?" Shikamaru rubbed his head and then looked at the [h/c] haired girl. Her [e/c] orbs shine and her delicate skin looks so smooth under the moon's light. Shikamaru can't help but blush a bit at her beautiful features. "I really love the moon. Do you?" You said then looked at the spiky-haired male. "I don't know. Everything is such a drag, after all," He replied, looking away from you. "Oh come on, but you love playing shogi. Strategic as always, that's why I like you" You told him, chuckling a bit. "It's always a drag whenever you say that" He looked back at the moon and then rested his hand on his cheek. "Two people under the moonlight. One boy and one girl" You stated with eyes closed, happiness filled your tone. Shikamaru looked at you in confusion. "The light illuminates the place. Perfect for a romantic moment we can share" You finished then looked at him, as if expecting some feedback from him. "It's such a drag, but mine is better than yours" He smirked, a very sly smirk.

"Oh? Very well then" You also smirked, accepting his challenge. "By the moon as I seek your glory, the white rose I see, creates a new story. Seasons are many, and their reasons are few. What remains is that I will always love you" Aw, man. He beats you at quotes. Your jaw dropped at his wonderful quote, just listening to it makes your heart flutter. Once he saw your reaction, he smiled to himself. "Guess I win then" He declared. "Fine. Here" You shrugged then kissed him passionately on the lips. He didn't hesitate to kiss back. Under the moonlight, a couple shared a romantic night.

#fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #alternate universe #female reader #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #naruto #naruto shipuden #naruto shippuden #shikamaru nara #anime and manga

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itfitsitshipsart · 10 months

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Wedding vows

Geto Suguru X S/I

I was feeling I had to write this! It's pretty fluffy. And I realized I put this sorta in Suguru's perspective. Not in a first person perspective, but very much from his side.

Geto Suguru rolled over in bed, gazing lovingly at the figure beside him. The moonlight through the thin curtains illuminated the woman. Her eyes reflected the silver light back at him as they gazed back beneath thick lashes. They had been sharing this bed for over a year now, yet he never tired seeing her like this. Blankets drapping her figure, her soft and tired expression.

"What's with the smile?" Evelyn questioned, shifting closer to him. He felt her hand touch his beneath the covers as she smiled.

"No reason in particular," he chuckled, enclosing her hand in his own. "Thanks again for spending the day with the girls. I mean it."

"It was no trouble, honest Sugu. You've already thanked me so many times, and it was fun." She sighed softly. "Nanako and Mimiko are really sweet girls. I love spending time with them."

"I'm glad," he chuckled. "Especially considering when they first met you, they hated you."

"I'm not sure I'd say they hated me…"

"They were terrified I'd be with you and no longer love them. But now," he rolled onto his back, closing his eyes. "They love you so much, maybe more than they love me."

He felt Evelyn nuzzle into his side, silent for a moment before speaking. "They accidentally called me mom today…"

"They did?" He opened his eyes once more, and felt her nod against him. "They really have fallen in love with you then…"

"I'm not really their mother, though." She murmured. "But… I wouldn't mind being that for them.."

"I think they'd like that. And so would I." He rolled back to face her again, brushing aside a lock of her hair.

"Then… what do you think our future is, then?" She looked away. "Like, we'll get married someday?"

"Well, yes. If you want." The words flowed off his tongue without a thought.

He has grown so used to her beside him. They were almost inseparable, and if anyone saw the two together it would be natural to think they were already a couple. The idea that they actually weren't married yet almost completely slipped his mind.

"I'd like to," she murmured and moved closer to kiss him.

"Then let's be married right now." Suguru stated as soon as their lips separated.

"Right now? But Sugu, it's the middle of the night."

"Do you think we need a church? Or a shrine? Their laws and rules are for the monkeys, not for us." He sat up, hands clasping hers as she gazed up at him. "I can make these binding vows to you now. All I need for that is you with me to make them, and for you to accept what I say."

She slowly rose to sit up with him, her cheeks red with blush. Her gaze flicked down and away, and back to him.

"And what would you promise then?"

"That I would love you like no other. Your joys will be mine and your sorrow mine as well. I will forever protect you and keep you from ever being lonely. No matter what fate sends our way, I will never leave you. You will be my reason for everything."

Evelyn leaned close at his words, resting her forehead against his chest.

"Then I too vow to love you unlike any other. Your goal and plans in life will be mine, and I will follow you where you lead. You will forever be able to come to me for rest and love, and I shall kiss every tear away and heal every wound. I will forever be yours, and yours alone."

Suguru's hand cupped her cheek, raising her face up to look at him once more. Even in the dim light of the moon, her eyes sparkled as she gazed at him with adoration. He leaned down, his lips pressing against her own.

Softly, lovingly, their kiss lingered. He felt her fingers weave through his hair, and her body pressing against his own.

He held her, and never intended to let her go.

#self ship #self ship writing #cursed companionship 🖤#the final line is kinda sad to me knowing what the future holds for them

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Arawn: 043 @evicted-oc

043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows .

Apollo was the prince in the Kingdom of the Sun. He was next in line for the throne since his father was growing old both parents wanted to retire. He was meant to get married to a princess in a neighboring kingdom but Apollo didn't want to. He didn't like the princess and didn't even like women. But his father wouldn't listen and was more worried about future offspring and the continuation of the royal bloodline.

Arawn was the leader of the Sun Kingdom's army. He was known around as Death and was addressed as such. He was deadly and knew how to use a weapon well. He was loyal to the kingdom and it's royalty. But overall he was loyal to Prince Apollo.

Even though the two work along in the same circles they have never fully and officially met. Not until Apollo's dad introduced him to the guards. "And this is Death. Our loyal head guard of the army." His dad introduced and Apollo looked at him he melt like he melted the minute their eyes met. He looked beautiful to him. He swoon with a dopey smile until his dad cleared his throat and he squeaked standing up straighter. "Y-Yes! Um...what was it?" He asked a little confused, golden eyes looking up at him while Arawn bit back a fond smile at the short blonde.

His dad just sighed and shook his head and signaled him over to keep walking. He walked behind his parents and quickly gave Death a little wave before running after him.

And after that day, they couldn't stop thinking of the other.

And then one thing after the other they started sneaking around to meet each other.

Today they were meeting at the throne room. Death slipped out of his room and made his way to the throne room. He stood in the big window room, moonlight seeping in from the fully moon outside. It cause the jewels and gold in the room to glitter as he nervously waited for his beloved. Apollo appeared a little bit after in a beautiful dress, his freckles glittering in the moonlight, golden eyes glowing in happiness the minute he saw Death.

Death's breath catched as he looked at the beautiful man in front of him and he felt himself falling in love with him all over again. His prince was beautiful. He held his arms open for the man, said man squealing and cuddling into his chest with a little giggle. Before either of the two could say something a voice spoke. "I knew there was something going on." A deep voice rang out and the two lovebirds froze. Apollo let go of Death quickly while the taller man stood up straighter.

"I'm so sorry your hi-" The king raised his hand, Death instantly shutting up before the older man looked at Apollo.

"This is why you've been oh so interested in the royal guards, huh?" Apollo faced burned in embarressment as he looked down at his fingers. The king sighed as he closed his eyes in thought. "You're meant to be getting married."

"To someone I don't like and makes me uncomfortable."

"It's what's best for you and the kingdom."

"It's what's best for you, father! Ma doesn't even want me to marry her. She wants me to actually be happy." He said as he grabbed Death's hand and looked at his father with sad eyes. "And he makes me happy." Arawn melted as he lightly squeezed his hand and kissing the top of his head. Apollo smiled up at him as his father looked between the two.

He let out a soft sigh of defeat before nodding. "You have been happier recently. It's a nice change from how you were before." He muttered and he tightened his jaw a little looking at Death. "Take care of my son." Death nodded his head quickly wrapping his arm around Apollo.

"I would never dream of hurting him your majesty." His father nodded before his face softened looking at Apollo.

"I'll call off the engagement." He kissed his forehead softly. "Just be happy and don't let this get in the way of your king training." He said giving him a look. He nods his head quickly before turning his head to Death with a happy squeal and little bounce.

#🕹️askgame!#🎧apollo.txt #👑prince!apollo

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