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alliechick · 2 years

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Shen Twins AU, Final Part, previous here

When Shen Yuan awoke again, he was in the Demon Place and Shen Jiu was sitting by his bedside.

“That beast will be so jealous that you woke up for me and not him,” Shen Jiu said with a smirk.

After Shen Yuan got over the initial panic of seeing his brother in the palace, he sat up.

“Gege, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Looking after your stupid ass,” Shen Jiu replied.

“But-”

“After you passed out, your fiance-” Shen Jiu spat out the word. “- called off his troops. He did was you wanted. We made a truce, for your sake.”

Relief flooded through Shen Yuan.

“He insisted on taking you back here, but allowed me in. For your sake,” Shen Jiu explained.

“Thank you,” Shen Yuan said.

They’d stopped fighting.

“But we need to talk about what happened,” his brother said sternly. “What the fuck-”

Just then the door opened forcefully.

“A-Yuan!” Binghe cried.

“A-Yuan?” Shen Jiu demanded. “Who are you to speak to your senior in such a way?”

Shen Yuan covered his blushing face in his hands.

“We’re engaged,” Binghe rebutted.

And then Shen Yuan remembered what he’d said to Binghe. That he. That he kissed him. That he loved him. His whole face burned.

He didn’t regret his actions. But he was certainly embarrassed by them.

Oh god he’d kissed Binghe right in front of his brother.

The two of them bickered above him while he stewed in embarrassment. But at least neither of them seemed intent on killing the other.

“Gege, Binghe, please,” he said. “Stop fighting.

He needed them both to understand, so they wouldn’t fight over him anymore.

“Gege, I promise this is what I want,” he said. He could feel Binghe’s eyes on his red face. He avoided his gaze. “And Binghe, I promise I will never leave you.”

“You really do want to marry him,” Shen Jiu stated.

Shen Yuan nodded. He only recently realized it, but he really did. He’d agreed not only to save his brother, though that was a big part, but also because he held a deep affection for Binghe. Even if he didn’t consciously know it.

All that time in the Demon Realm with Binghe treating him so well, had deepened that affection for his disciple, his obsession with his favorite character, and transformed it into love.

Shen Yuan would never be able to say all this out loud. His face was too thin for that. He’d never considered himself anything but straight. But in some ways, this world was kinder than this own about cutsleeve relationships. Maybe that had changed him a little as well.

Shen Jiu looked at him carefully and sighed.

“If you’re sure then, there’s nothing that I can do,” he said. He turned to Binghe. “And you! You must treat him well or I will come for you!”

“Of course,” said Binghe crossing his arms. “He will be my Empress and treated as such.”

Shen Yuan wanted to sink into the ground with embarrassment. But he was happy. Unbelievably happy. His brother was safe, his sect was safe. Binghe was fine. And he was getting married.

#svsss #shen twins #the last one!

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brightwoods · 1 year

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Cordelia Carstairs isn't allowed to date until her older brother does. Alastair is in a secret relationship with Charles Fairchild, but can't tell anyone that he's dating him. So, at Charles' suggestion, and to give his sister any chance at dating, Alastair reluctantly decides to go on a date with someone else. It's supposed to be just one date and mean nothing, but things get complicated and Alastair starts to question his real relationship.

(A modern era 10 Things I Hate About You style Thomastair AU where they’re all mundanes)

#I already have 1600 words of the next chapter written so it should be up much faster than the long gap there was between this chapter and #the last one!#I may or may not have stayed up way too late finishing this #10tihay fic #Thomastair #The Last Hours #Thomas Lightwood #Alastair Carstairs #My Posts

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meltyclownstudio · 2 months

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And with the end of the polls comes the final Bonnie Ask Compilation as well! It was fun to look back on everything we did! Thank you all for your continued support!

#bonnie's bakery #bonnies bakery #bonnie's bakery fresh ingredients #bonnie's bakery dlc #bonnie bakery #bonnie ask #youtube #the last one!#hope you enjoyed them!

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herohikara-wol · 7 months

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FFXIV Write 2k23 - Day 30

Amity - Emperor AU

“You don’t have to do this if you think it’ll be hard on you.” Varis had been fussing over Hero the whole airship ride. There weren’t any proper places that he could meet with the Alliance on equal terms, ser Aymeric had offered to host both parties but Hero knew it’d come at a heavy cost to Ishgard’s relations with the other alliance members. So they chose a location away from both nations. The city of Kugane, trade hub of Hingashi and neutral ground for everyone.

“I want to see them again, I don’t want to be their enemy.” Hero couldn’t keep himself from fidgeting though; tugging at his short black hair, stray corners of his formal armor, the collar of his shirt, tapping his foot just to hear the click of his heels. He wasn’t even able to mask his anxiety and it showed. “I thought we were friends.”

Varis sighed softly, “first rule of politics, you don’t have friends. Just people whose goals align with yours. You used to be a tool they could use to solve their problems, pliant and suggestible.”

“What part of that’s changed again?” He couldn’t help but stare right into Varis’ golden eyes with a little smirk on his lips.

The older man sighed softly, “you are technically their equal now instead of a subordinate. You only answer to those you wish to answer to.”

“Right, responsibility. Disgusting.” His nerves were settling at least, “who’s brilliant idea was it to put me in charge again? I should have them shot.”

“Please don’t say that around anyone but those who know the truth, your Radiance. No one else would find it even remotely funny.”

“What if I say you’re the one who gets to shoot him?”

“Do not tempt me, Hero.” Varis finally cracked a smile of his own, “but between you and me? I’d shoot him for fun, even if you didn’t ask me to.”

Hero couldn’t help but clap his hands together and cackle, doubling over as he tried to muffle his laughter in his hands. “That’s the spirit! Okay, I needed that laugh!” He pulled himself back upright and rolled his shoulders before smiling at Varis. “Okay, let’s go to this meeting. Fingers crossed, we can find common ground once again. Once we’re no longer at war, we can really focus on repairing our provinces and trying to help the entire empire prosper.”

“You already have common ground with them, each of them if I recall. You know better than most what the Eorzean Alliance needs and we already have a list of approved concessions you can make. Remember, let them ask first and then barter down if possible. Try not to be too eager to give them what they want, just because you want peace. With luck, they want peace as well.”

“I mean, if I mention I’ve been training to fight alongside my army I’m pretty sure they’ll cave quickly. I’m an army on my own, much less backed by actual soldiers. I’d rather not meet them in battle- but I know they’d do anything to avoid trying to fight me. Apparently I’m terrifying when I stop holding back.”

“Who gave you that idea, couldn’t have been my son.”

“Asahi watched one of our duals recently. Zenos and I were using actual weapons- not the training weapons.” He paused as the dawning realization passed over Varis’ face.

“Is that why we need to replace a wall in the training room?”

“No! Kinda! Sorta- okay listen Zenos got a new sword from Yotsuyu that’s heavily levin and fire aspected and one thing led to another and we broke a wall. Well, a wall, two benches, and I’m pretty sure the guard survived the concussion. I was really quick on administering aid. He got three weeks of paid vacation for his trouble!”

Varis took a deep breath, looking skyward as his nostrils flared for a moment. “You had the captain of the guard hide this from me, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question, more an accusal.

“You know, a lot of people are way more pliant when you are both their leader and also actively bribing them with fresh baked muffins.”

“You bribed your own guard captain to keep this from me. Hero if we weren’t about to go into a meeting where I need to pretend like we are of one mind, I would be chewing you out for your behavior-”

“I’m not your son! You don’t get to dad me!”

“You are desperately trying to be my son in-law, and it seems like you only listen when I choose to behave like a disappointed father.”

“That’s not fair! I also listen when you tell me something I want to hear.”

“This conversation isn’t over, I can’t ground you, but I can certainly use the tone of voice that makes you wither and sulk until you get it into your head that you need to be more careful-” A sudden knock at the door startled the pair of them. Varis pulled himself back into his imposing stiff-backed stance while Hero smacked both his cheeks to school himself into a more neutral look. “Enter!”

One of the regional ambassadors entered, saluting the pair dutifully. “Your Radiance, High Legatus, the Alliance Members have arrived and are waiting for you in conference room Two.”

“Thank you, ambassador. We’ll be on our way in just a moment. Would you mind doing me a favor? Can you have someone bring tea and sweets? I know that our guests all have a sweet tooth or two. I want to be a good host.” Hero smiled as kindly as he could, hoping it reached his eyes as well.

“Ah- yes- of course your Radiance!” The ambassador left and Hero deflated slightly.

“Fuck, okay, I guess it’s showtime.”

“I haven’t forgotten Hero, we will continue this conversation after the parlay.” Varis grumped slightly before opening the door for Hero.

As they walked, Hero gave a soft quiet prayer to the Twelve, hoping that his friends would still be fond of him by the end of the afternoon. With luck, the goodwill he’d built with them would survive the change in circumstances. Of course, insurance wouldn’t hurt either, and he had his little black book on hand just in case.

#ffxiv fanfiction #ffxivwrite2023 #emperor au #The last one!#This might become it's own fic #if I ever stop being lazy and actually compile it #I really do enjoy the AU

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trueniversecomics · 6 months

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Comicstripp #13: Drip (Comictober Day 7: Drip)

#the last one!#turns out 31 comics in a month was crazy but I'm still happy with the 7 I made lol #comic #webcomic #drawtober #comictober #inktober #funny #slime boy

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aotearoa20 · 4 months

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Foresight Fated.

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Fëanáro gazed out at the inky black canvas of the Sea. A deep pool of darkness save where the Silmarils on his brow threw light on the seafoam-tipped waves. The steady drawing and sighing brought some order to his crowded mind even as the obnoxious chatter of the party filtered up to him. He’d dragged his entire family down here for Artanis’ nameday, at his brother’s request no less. It was absolute chaos down there but tonight he had no interest enjoying it.

A dread he could not shake since they twins were born trembled at the edge of his fingers. He almost wished they would show so he need not sit sick with anticipation anymore. This was the last time, he could not do this again. He shook his head and peered back at the waves as if they could grant him some reprieve. Though he was loath to admit it he did not wish to cause a scene while he was in Arafinwë’s house. His remedies had not worked and even so he’d felt indebted to him.

Ever since he’d told him of his dreams, he had been noticing his half brother more. It is a difficult thing to do if one is not trying. Even now, as he hovered in the stairway behind, Fëanáro did his best to curb his already frayed temper. His face is lit strangely as he turned.

“You needn’t fuss like some mother hen,” he murmured, lips twisting into a puppet grin, “Have I not been on my best behaviour?”

“Nerdanel told me so before I left,” he replied, “I was looking for Ñolofinwe.”

It might have hurt if that is what he had meant by it. But always it is half-words with this one, meaning and purpose washed away with soft tone. Fëanáro sighed, it’s exhausting sometimes and he was so very tired.

“Peace,” he tutted, “He’s very fond of you and so has been keeping distance from me.”

Arafinwë had come to his side, resting his arms on the window sill. The sea breeze tugs at his golden hair and even Feanaro can’t deny how it suits him. He looked him over, wondering as he often did when he was near, if they shared any blood at all. Then something in the distance caught his eye.

Where the beach ended at the treeline began, flashes of red. He leaned across and see what could be a pair of dark figures disappear under the leaves. That fear that simmered in the back of his mind surged forward with no warning. Not tonight, surely?

“Nerdanel was with you, you say?” he said, voice steady even as his heart skipped a beat.

“Yes?”

“Who’s watching the children?“

“Maitimo was putting them to bed – “

“Maitimo is hiding under the stairs with Findekáno!” Fëanáro hissed as he stormed passed him.

The twins were put to bed in the same nursery as Artanis, only half a year older. Every step towards it felt like a running a mile. He could hear Ara’s footsteps behind him, though he had not the presence of mind to send him off. Perhaps, if he was here, they would not come. He was always alone when they come. Perhaps, he thinks desperately, he will ward them off.

He burst into the room, drawing a startled squeal for his niece. For a moment he can breath again. The little girl looked up at him with big blue eyes. Her little arm reached out of the crib in the direction of where the other two ought to have been.

His head turned almost against his own will. It is as though the ground disappeared from beneath him but still he stood, unable look away. Two empty beds and a cool, salt stained breeze pulling at the curtains by the open window. Not in all the nightmares he’d been enduring had he thought…

Ara joined them. A selfish, viscous part of him wanted to slap him for the relief on his face at the sight of his own daughter. But almost immeadialty he grew grave.

“I will gather some people to search,” he said infuriatingly calm, “they can’t be far.”

“No,” he gasped, “no, I must be alone.”

He raced through the house, paying no heed to any around him. Down the footpath at the back of the gardens and plunged into the forest. The light of the stones kept him from stumbling but he fears it shows him up like a beacon.

“Ambarussa,” he called out over and over until his voice was raw. But he could not stop. They were his children. They took his children. Soon the words lose any sort of coherency. Fëanáro ran haphazard through the trees until he couldn’t get a word passed his own ragged breaths.

He snapped around at the sound of footsteps. Arafinwë emerges from the undergrowth and he very nearly snarled. What was he doing here, why was he always here?!?

“I said to Get Away!” He cried out, though the words flailed with no bite or direction.

“You need help.”

“You can’t help me!” He backed away from him only to ram into the rough bark of a tree. The forest seemed to close in around him and he find it so hard to even breathe. Suddenly he felt warm arms wrap around him.

“I have to- I must go…” he snapped and tried to push them away to no avail, “I must find them”

“You will not find them like this!” Arafinwë shouted over his racing thoughts.

That was strange. He hadn’t known he could do that. Suddenly he was so very aware of Arafinwe’s deep soft heartbeat. He focused on nothing else until he could match in in time. The sea hummed faintly in the back of his mind and he shuddered. There was movement in the boughs above them.

“Damn you,” came a voice from the dark, “And you’re damned jewels.”

“Ambarussa,” Feanaro untangled himself and stepped forward only to be cut off by an arrow landing less than half an inch from his foot.

“No further.”

“Or what? You would maim me.”

In the shadows he saw him pass the child to his brother. Then he slipped onto the ground without a sound. The boy shyed away from the light as though it burnt but even so he would not flee.

“I shall send you to your mother in the halls so that we may all be spared the grief.” he said in a hollow voice.

“Pityo,” the other whispered but was answered with a hiss. Fëanáro’s heart lurched as he heard one of the little ones mumbling in his arms.

“Come now, let us not - ”

“Now you have something to say, Finarfin?” Amras said with more than enough venom to silence him. It was a strange comfort though, to know he saw them too. No small part of him had wondered if he was simply going mad.

“Return the children to us, Pityafinwë,” he tried to put some sterness into his tone but knew he fell short. If he could only stop shaking. Drawing near again the night is cut by the ringing of a sword. Fëanáro would laugh, it is difficult to tell in the half-light but the sword may well be one of his own.

“No further.” The boy shook his head. Tears spill across his cheeks but his expression doesn’t change, “I won’t let you near him again.”

“Pityo,” comes the voice from the shadows again.

“You will not remain here,” Fëanáro spoke softly. This is his son. “None of you have. You will strand them in the wilds, they will die.”

A pained look flickered acros Amras’ face.

“A better fate,” he said finally, and then more softly, “I, at least, would deserve it.”

“And your brother?”

He strode forward at that. Fëanáro is surprised to see Arafinwë start at his side as the blade hovered by his own neck. Pityafinwë’s face is still turned away but his eyes burn with a terrible fury.

“Don’t you dare! You killed him.”

Fëanáro looked down the blade. The boy’s hand was shaking. A strange peace settled against his chest that, suddenly, made him feel quite out of place in this dark forest. He can hear the boys argue but it is as though they are somewhere else entirely, like a memory or a dream.

“Pityo, he didn’t know,” he heard Telufinwë say. He has joined them on the ground. There are terrible burn scars that spread up one of his arms, along his neck and the side of his face. One of his eyes is a dead milky white, “You said he didn’t know”

“It doesn’t matter, It wouldn’t have mattered if he did! He - “

“No.” He said was found that it was enough to cut him off, so he continued, “I would never do anything to hurt any of you.”

He knew it. He knew it like he knew Teleprion’s light would wan soon and Laurëlin would peer just enough over the ridges of the Pelori, and bathe the sea in gold. He knew it like he knew Nõlo was less than a day from saying something stupid. Like he knew Arafinwë would hover and he snap and Nerdanel would sigh and usher him away. He knew it like he knew Maitimo was under the stairs with Findekáno right now and would sulk the entire way home. Some things just were.

“I would never hurt any of you,” he said again and sagged in relief. Whatever happened, whatever was coming he understood now, it wouldn’t be this. It simply couldn’t be, “I love you more than anything.”

“Anything?”

He heard the edge in the single word. Telvo turned to him and he did not flinch. A feral, hungry shadow seemed cast on his face, that though it pained him Fëanáro was coming to recognise. And he realised, after a moment that he was not looking at him at all. His hand moved to the gems entangled in his hair. Telvo’s gaze moved back down to him, his offer clear.

There is a moment of fear and pride and something unnamed but ugly that wrapped around his fëa and made his hands clench around his greatest creations. There would be no others like it, it whispered, if you lose it now, you will lose it forever

But it is gone as soon as it comes. He made them for his children after all. The circlet on his head was always heavy but it felt as if it bore twice it weight as he lifted it off his head.

“Arafinwë.” He asked, never taking his eyes off the boys. Arafinwë’s presence is like a steady anchor, so dependable that it is difficult to notice most of the time. Fëanaro leaned into it now as the Silmarils glow in his hand.

Arafinwë stepped forward to take the children.

“Wait.” Pityafinwë looked between the twins and the Silmaril taut as a bow string until at last he screamed. He threw his sword to the ground and strode away but could not break past the circle of light. His brother offered him not comfort or admonition. He just waited.

“I won’t hurt them, Pityo.” Fëanáro said gently, “I won’t hurt him, I swear.”

The boy shuddered. Out of the corner eye he saw Telvo return the children to Arafinwë. He took a step forward. The boy’s copper curls shiver, he knew he was crying and had long gotten used to not understanding why. When he placed his free hand on his shoulder, he froze.

“Take them, it’s alright. They are yours.”

Pityafinwë turned sharply. His hand closed around gems. He winced but no sound escaped his lips. Suddenly and with agonising clarity Fëanáro’s mind flew back to his first child. His scarred hand. His heart leapt in his mouth

“Let it go!”

“I will not,” Pityafinwë stared down at his hand. Oh Valar, his could smell it. His expression shuddered for a moment, “I… I cannot.”

“You can,” Fëanáro insisted, grabbing ahold of his wrist, “you can put it down, they are yours, didn’t I say so.”

“You meant that.” His voice was thin and watery

“Pityo, my little one, didn’t I say so, whatever I can give you is yours,” he tried to pry his fingers away, “please ”

Pityo fell forward into his father’s arms and Fëanáro did not hesitate to pull him close.

“I want to go home.”

The coronet was dropped somewhere between them. He did not care, just nodded into his hair.

“Whatever you want.”

He did not move from where they sat, save to pull the other hanging a little away down also into his embrace. He wept and let them weep onto his shoulders. Soft apologies and comforts he whispered between the two of them, until Laurëlin light began to swell over the mountains.

And then they were gone.

Arafinwë came beside him and after a long moment he rose and took one of the children from his arms. Telvo, stirred a little, warm in a way that could have only been possible with enchantment and the last of he fear melts away. They walked in a silence Fëanáro would usually despise out of the trees and along the beach.

His brother stopped after a while and looked out at the waves. Fëanáro hung back beside him, but his impatience returned with the son. He is about to urge them on when Arafinwë speaks.

“In my dreams, my sons burn.” He said, eye fixed on the ever-dark horizon, “I don’t know how it happens, I just know I’m not there.”

Fëanáro takes a deep breath but whatever twisted thing that had made his home in his chest for Varda knows how long seems to have dislodged itself entirely. “It will not happen.”

“How can you be so sure - “

“Because you would not leave them alone, not knowing what you know now.”

“You can rest,” he tutted, “He’s very fond of you and so has been keeping distance from me.”

“Nerdanel was with you, you say?” he said, voice steady even as his heart skipped a beat.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you. Well, better than I used to.” Fëanáro sighed and turned on his heel to start back toward the house, “Besides, should some time come where you cannot be there, I will watch over them.”

“Truly?”

“Yes, now stop fussing.”

They walk back up to the house in a silence that for once Fëanáro finds he doesnt mind.

#foresight au #ambarussa #pitayfinwe #telufinwe #amrod and amras #silmarillion #tolkien #feanaro #feanor #arafinwe #finarfin #my writing #silm au #the last one!

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