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aurawrawr · 6 months

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Cremate me in your arms

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna x afab! brown reader

Too much confidence and simping has led to this second part. And I hope to do it justice. The following fic features an established relationship so to understand the dynamics and origins, find the first part here.

Minors, DNI. Word count: 4k

CW: generalized themes of death, murder and the likes, established relationship, dub-con, sex with Sukuna's true form, breast play, PIV, creampie, oral (m! receiving), mutual orgasms, worship, devotion, insecurity, jealousy, arguments, breeding kink, pregnancy, major character death, mention of sati (the ancient Hindu ritual of the very alive, and likely young, wife walking into the funeral pyre of her dead husband)

it gets really dark and angsty towards the end; i'm sorry

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is astounded by how well you take his true form. He stuffs you with one of his cocks while the other slides along your puffy lips. He holds your breasts in two hands, toying with your pebbled nipples, while the other two keep your body in place as he rams into you. He loves your fluttery kisses, the way you grab on to his beyond broad shoulders, struggle to keep your head from lolling, back arching. He has a devilish grin on his face and abs as he empties his heavy tight sacks inside you. Again and again.

Now that he has seen your face at the height of your pleasure, he wants it no other way. He doesn't need a surface anymore, he carries you around as he fucks. And you don't complain. You'll take him as he presents himself to you, human form or curse. You're his to have. But is he yours?

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who makes you look at him in front of Uraume-hime, because he knows you're insecure about them. Although, he does get a kick out of when he summons you to his chambers after locking himself in with the Oiran for hours. How needy you become. How territorial. And he pretends he didn't hear your soft pacing outside his doors only moments before, didn't see your shadow pass over the patio. They don't do anything that'd challenge your relationship with your Ryo-sama. In fact, most of the time, he makes Uraume do their books in his chambers just to see your flushed face afterward, your impatient grinding against his bulge, your willingness to take him in your mouth even though you choke every time you try.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is luminous with bliss about his playful belle. You are ticklish on your tummy and he makes avid use of that when waking you up in the mornings. His extra mouth licks around, dipping occasionally into your belly button, making you laugh and squirm.

"What is this mouth for, Ryo-sama?" You ask once, feeding it potato fritters you had made that evening.

"It's to eat you out a second time when this mouth is tired." Ryo-sama is goofy now. You're no more scared of him like you used to be.

"Ryo-sama!" You've even been given the liberty to rebuke him every now and then, and you take full advantage of it.

He laughs. "It's my mouth, Paro." He points to his face. "This mouth is my brother's. Everything about me that's remotely human is my brother. The monster is the real me."

"Brother?" You've never heard of one before.

"Yes, my love. The brother I ate in my mother's womb. You see, I was supposed to be one of twins but when they pulled me out, I was covered in blood. My mother's, of course, and that of my brother. He reincarnated when I changed, finally enacting his revenge and locking me in this unsightly form."

You drop the chopsticks from your hand, and lean into his frame to kiss his mouth, the one on his stomach. Then, rise to kiss the un-human part of his face, the skin rough to your lips but it doesn't matter to you. To you, it's an act of reverence. He closes all his eyes and you place pecks on the lids of the ones he calls monstrous. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

Ryo-sama laughs, his whole body shaking. He rests one hand on your shoulder while two others pull you down on him. "That's because, for some inexplicable reason, you're in love with me."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who whole-heartedly supports your new project. It strokes his ego when you show your excitement about your new religion with him as the God. Cult, to be completely honest. Regardless, you've painted him, the form you most wish to worship. Where you see a benevolent guardian deity, he sees a grotesque monster. Really, beauty must be in the eyes of the lover.

"What do you want from me, Paro?" He asks one day, smoking opium from his pipe, blowing it out of the open window. You are writing an essay in Hiragana for your tutor to go over later. Your handwriting has improved a lot; even Ryo-sama acknowledges so. When you look up at him questioning, he sighs. "You know, if you want to leave, I won't stop you, right? I could never bring myself to harm you."

"Why would I leave, my Lord? I want to be by your side. Do you not want me here?"

"I have used your body for my own pleasure since your first day here, demanded that you learn a language to better my experience in the bedroom. I have been miserable to you for several weeks before suddenly springing a confession and my true form upon you. Putting up with me must be exhausting. And yet, you stay. There must be something you want. Fame, protection, wealth, what is it? Tell me. I promise I won't be disappointed."

You're speechless. For as long as you've been with Sukuna-sama, this is the first time his words have hurt you. "You doubt my devotion, my Lord." Your eyes water as you try very hard to keep looking at him. But you can't, so you concentrate on the wavering shadow on the wall behind him. The tears fall anyway.

"Paro, that's not... Please don't..."

Your writing equipment clatters as you get on your feet, running out of his room. The ink spills, seeps into the silk of your sitting mat.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who would kill for you, burn the world for you, and he knows better to do it behind your back because you shouldn't have to deal with the guilt. So he crushes the heads of mortals who speak ill of you, choke to death those who plot to maim you, and put your life in danger. Uraume-hime may not be too fond of you but they're loyal to Sukuna-sama and will execute his orders with precision; they keep an eye out for you, sneer at you when you look their way but protect you nonetheless.

When Ryo-sama finds you that night, you've already been in your bath for far too long. Your skin has pruned, your eyes are red-rimmed from all the crying; your newly appointed lady-in-waiting has requested you to come out several times lest you catch a cold but you've paid her no attention. You want to catch a cold, you want to suffer. If Ryo-sama wants you to leave, then you'll go away for good.

"Kiero." He orders the woman before settling himself beside your tub. Resting his arms and chin on the edge, he looks at you but doesn't say anything. You don't either; you only sniffle and wipe your tears and snot away with the back of your hand.

"Can I get a few days' time to find a job elsewhere before I have to leave?"

"No."

Your exhales are shaky. "In the morning then, Sukuna-sama."

"Sukuna-sama? Is that how mad you are at me?" He holds your face in his hand. You want to flinch, turn away, deny him any touch but you crave for his skin too. If you are to leave in the morning, you will never have it again so you might as well let him take you one last time.

"Who am I to be mad at you? I should have known this was going to happen."

"What should you have known?"

"That you'll lose interest in me. I'm not strong, after all. I don't have Uraume-hime's curse techniques. I'm just a puny, filthy—"

He sits up, offering his lips to you but you don't give in. "I don't want you to leave." If he really doesn't have a heart, what is this tightening around his chest? What is this fear?

"But if I do leave, you won't stop me. That's how unimportant I am to you. That's how disposable."

"I lied. I won't know left from right if I lose you. I have a plan for when, and if ever, you try to leave. It's from that story you told me about your Goddess of Destruction." He smiles against your lips. "I will lie down on the ground, in front of you, like her husband did. And you can't step on or over me, so you won't leave."

"I'll turn and walk in a different direction." You know your heart is softening. You're putty in Ryo-sama's hands, under his manipulations.

"I'll stop you, Paro. I'll change positions, get up and lie down in different spots every time you turn. Can I kiss you now?" His lips are so close but you must hold your ground.

"What about when I die?" You've always known he'll outlive you, and that's the dream of every devoted lover, is it not? But there's another dream you have. You don't want to leave him completely alone when you die. You know he's too strong and doesn't really need anybody, but that doesn't mean he has to be lonely.

Sukuna-sama sits back. There's not a day when he doesn't think about this, when he doesn't shudder just from the thought of seeing your lifeless body, your once beautiful face cold and pale from having your breath snatched from your lungs. The only answer that he comes up with is to use his Reverse Jujutsu and revive you but how many times can he do that? He is stuck in an invulnerable form but you will eventually be too old and frail to want to live any longer. "Whatever you want, Paro. I can bring you back, or let you rest."

You pretend to toy with a thought while he stares at your face. You've had an idea for quite some time. Back home, you'd have had to step into the blazing funeral pyre of your dead husband. But what can you do if he's an undying God? "Fire doesn't harm you, my Lord?" You know the answer, but you still ask to confirm. He shakes his head, wondering where you're going with this. "Cremate me in your arms then, Ryo-sama. I don't want a pyre; I want to be in your arms when I die."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who comforts you, holds your shaking body with all his arms and rocks you when you cry for your mother. Unbeknownst to you, he has sent many of his people — curses and curse users alike — to the brothel in Bengal you had mentioned your mother worked at. But to no avail. He never told you this and doesn't plan to, ever, unless he actually finds your mother. You shouldn't have to know that your fears of never seeing her again might be true.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who knows no real God would ever listen to him. Still, he whispers a soft "Kami-sama" in your name every morning. He doesn't need a God to protect you but why risk it? Your new project has harbored a lot of attention, and not only the good kind. It makes him worry about your safety. He sends two of his most notorious curse-users with you every time you step out of his palace. He throws a fit every time he notices you're dressing for grocery shopping or to go oversee the building of his shrine. He can always send someone else, why do you need to go?

He impatiently paces the yard when you're on one of your trips until he hears the slow drag of the heavy front door, and your cheerful chattering with the guards. How you maintain your optimism and enthusiasm even while living with the epitome of negativity is beyond him. He needs you for this, to clear the smoke of his desolation, the stillness of his immortality.

"Ryo-sama." You walk up to him. "There was good cow meat in the market. What kind of curry would you like, my Lord?"

"You don't have to cook cow for me, my love. Aren't they your God's pets?"

"Yes, my Lord, but for you—"

"It's decided then. We won't consume cows in this household anymore."

You smile wryly. "After I die then."

You have been speaking of your death every so often, to the point where Sukuna-sama has had to summon the medic that he calls a quack several times over a month to evaluate your physical health. And every time, the charlatan has informed him that you're perfectly healthy. So he's decided that every time you say something about dying, he will medicate you in his own way.

He seizes your wrist and pulls you to his bedchamber. He strips you down to your breast band and loincloth. He transforms because he knows you enjoy having him touch you with so many arms that it feels like he's consuming you. But then you say something that makes him stop in his tracks. "Is there something wrong with me, Ryo-sama?"

"Did somebody say something to you?" His voice goes cold. You shake your head but refuse to meet his eyes. "Tell me the bastard's name and I'll send them a nice present."

"It's nobody, my Lord. Just me."

"What's wrong?" He tilts your face upward. He sounds demanding.

"It's... It's been over a year since... since you've first been with me, my Lord. And yet..." Your voice quivers, tears starting to gather on the cusp of your eyelid. "And yet, every month... on the night of the waxing gibbous, I bleed. Why can't I give you a child? What's wrong with me?"

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who is bothered by nothing. He's squashed many an eyesore under his thumb. Nothing gives him the ick, except for the water pooling in your eyes. This is the second time he's made you cry and he hates himself for it. For, it's not you who's wrong, inadequate, unfit to have a child. It's him. He's been so afraid of harming you with his cursed essence, he's been manipulating it so as to not impregnate you with a cursed womb.

"We're different, my dear." He tries again. "It's not that there's something wrong with you. It's our union that won't bear a healthy child."

Your heart breaks. Even though you try to hide it, Sukuna-sama sees it on your face. "I see, my Lord. I guess I was worrying for nothing." You put a smile on your face but it doesn't stay. With every passing day, you grow sadder. He notices it in your destitute of smiles, your limp enthusiasm in his arms, your shaky silhouette after he puts you to sleep.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who never, not even during his human life, wanted for a family, but your words have moved him. For a few years of his eternity, he can see himself being a loving father, and a doting husband. So this time, he approaches you.

"Paro." He pulls you to him one night as you two are resting after dinner. You have been fixated on making an army of origami swans but when he seeks your attention, you give it to him easily. You drop your half-folded swan and he springs the question on you. "Will you be my bride?"

You say, yes, because there's no reason to lie.

The ceremony is chaste. You follow rituals of both your cultures. When flakes of his sindoor fall on your nose, you smile. He already loves you; you don't need more proof.

His chambers have been extended to accommodate you and when you get to your bedroom, you notice the flower petals on the sheets, just like you had once told him happens back home. Sukuna-sama takes you by the hand and makes you sit on the bed. He kneels in front of you, like he had the first time he had shown you his reality. By the warmth on his usually hardened face, it's clear he has something to tell you. "Paro," he whispers, "do you still want to have my child?" Again, there's no reason to lie. "It might hurt you, my love."

"I can take it, Ryo-sama." You take his hand. "I... I've seen women in the throes of labor. I can endure that."

"It won't be the labor of a human birth, my love. Or have you forgotten who your Ryo-sama is? It's true that the heart I don't have in me is compensated by the kindness of your spirit but our child will be a monster at its very core."

"You and I will raise them right, my Lord."

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who has never been soft in bed but for you and for the child you wish to bear, he is willing to change his ways. He envelopes you with kisses, keeps your hips lifted with a pillow beneath your rear. He whispers your name and you whisper his. You touch his arms, his strong, protective arms, his chest, the heart behind it that only you've seen, his waist thrusting into you so lovingly. "Harder, Ryo-sama." You're aching for him, for the warmth of his seed. "Harder, please." He increases his pace, buries his face in your neck, groans as he releases inside you. He has done this before, every time, but this feels different, it feels fruitful.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who expects himself to keep his calm always. But when you tell him you haven't bled in two moons, he is beside himself with joy. He picks you up in his arms and twirls you, wants to run out and tell the whole world what a miracle you are. But he knows nobody would rejoice in the news of him furthering his lineage. Only you. And that's enough for him.

As the months pass and you grow heavier, his happiness only increases. He makes everything perfect for you, caters to your every need and want. He tends to the ache in your back, relieves the soreness in your breasts, even massages your feet. But he notices changes in your mien. You spend longer outside of home. He knows you're in the new temple but what you do behind the closed doors of the shrine, nobody can tell him. Not even the guards he sends with you. When he asks you, you only shrug and tell him that you've been praying. He knows you have an idol of your God situated in the same chambers as the idol of him and there's also a priest you’ve met recently, so he doesn’t question it anymore.

But when you decide to walk out the night you’re supposed to deliver, he panics. “Where are you going?” He calls out as you’re about to step out of your room. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go into the labor room? I’ve arranged for midwives from your home, priests to handle any rituals you want to partake in and yet… It feels as if you have other plans.”

“I’m only going to pray, Ryo-sama.” You drape a robe over your bump.

“Pray here. I’ll send Uraume to get your God.”

“No.” You lose your usual softness. “I’ll only be gone for an hour or so.”

“And what if your liquor breaks in that one hour?”

“The priest will help me.”

“The priest you don’t allow anyone to meet?” He is losing his calm too.

“I’ve told you the reason, haven’t I? It'll be futile meeting the priest who's supposed to carry out rituals in your name.”

He is exasperated. He shouldn’t have let you have this much power over him. “At least let me come with you. I’ll wait outside.”

“That doesn’t look good for the King of Curses, my Lord.”

“Who’s going to tell me that?”

“I will. The mother of your child. Please, my Lord, I beg of you. I know the labor will be easier if I just spend some time with my God alone.”

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna who knew love is worthless. Then why did he ever let himself love you? Why did he give in to your wishes? Why did he not force your hand when you acted against his orders? Why did he let you be the only human who could make him kneel?

When the hour is up and you’ve not returned, he storms out of his palace, trident in hand. If he has to threaten you for you to come back to him, he will. But he doesn’t get the chance to. When he reaches the steps of the shrine, the dread in his chest rises to his ears, ringing like bells of a temple in the storm. The establishment is in ruins, the guards who were with you had been slashed through their necks so brutally, their heads had tossed away from the rest of their bodies. He rushes up the stairs, trips. His weapon falls from his hand when he looks inside. The walls have been painted with blood. He can tell it’s your blood from the scent. A terror-stricken groan rises from his throat. His chest is even more hollow now.

“Paro.” He finds your mangled body up against the wall furthest from the door and scoops you up in his arms. “Paro. My love. My heart. My miracle.” He cries out. Long gone is the King of Curses; these are the desperate howls of a grieving husband. “Who… who did this?”

There’s some life left in you. And even if there isn’t, he is more than willing to bring you back. Not only because you must live, but also because they who did this to you, must die. And he will do it, he will go to the ends of this world and the next, and find the lowlife who dared to touch his Paro, the love of his immortality, his Queen of Blessings.

He touches your chest to revive you but you seize his wrist. “Ryo-sama.” You gurgle up through the seas of blood in your throat. He leans into you to let you touch his face, rub away his tears like you have removed the darkness from his soul. You manage a smile at the end of your breath. “You were right, Ryo-sama. I birthed a monster. But... he's still... my son.”

“Who did this to you? The brat?”

You slowly shake your head. “I was… so blind, so foolish. The… the priest. He was… after our son. Promise me… Ryo-sama. You will avenge… me. You… will… protect our son… for me.”

“Avenge you, I will. But right now, I’m bringing you back.”

“No.” You cough up, splattering blood across his face. “I’m… your weakness.”

“No, no–” You shush him with a hand over his lips.

“I am… your weakness. I am your disease. Let me go… and become what you must. For Yuji.”

“Yuji?”

“Our… son. Find him… please… and protect him. Make him… a little human. The priest…” You cough again, clutching the robe at your empty womb. “He had… stitches… across his forehead.”

Sukuna-sama knew him, the curse with stitches on his forehead. He will find him and kill him, even if it takes him a thousand years.

“You… promised me… one more thing… Ryo-sama.”

His eyes water at your request, the bloody smile on your lips he knows will haunt him for all of eternity. Love is worthless but you are not. You’ve taught him hope, you’ve shown him kindness, the selfless love that he knew was not for him to have. You’ve proved to him that to love and be loved is to change. “Must I?” He asks and you nod. He loses to you. Once again.

“I love you. I’ve loved you before I knew you, and I will love you after you’re gone. I will find you if you’re ever reborn but I will pray to any God that listens to me that they don’t send you here again. This world doesn’t deserve you. And I will punish them for it. Sleep well, my love.” He kisses your forehead.

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna, feared by all, respected by some but loved by one. His atrocities are well-known, written and spoken about through ages. Even years later, people remember the villages he burned that night, the blaze crimson red like the petals of spider-lilies, the screams of the people louder than the crackling of the fire. He did that out of mindless rage, everyone says. They are wrong. He did that out of love.

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i'm sorry i had so much fun writing this

tagging (because you guys seemed to like the first part): @ghostslillady @iwonmx @kariatenoh @pearlsxandxpeonies

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mochalate · 6 days

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🔔🔔🔔.

I'm going off tumblr for a bit, but I'll be back by the end of September. I'll still see asks in my email notifs if you send me something, but won't be posting/replying until then. ♥️

(I've already been a pretty bad about replying to post replies/everyone's tags on new notification :') sorry I really shouldn't have been on here this month LOL but I needed some enrichment in my enclosure.)

I won't be writing much, but these are the fics I will hopefully find time to partially outline while I'm gone-

Haikyuu

mirrorball (atsumu miya)

I originally wanted to do something similar to ‘new notification’, and mix in some social media elements. But this fic is supposed to be quite angsty so I'll probably end up taking the more traditional route.

Atsumu x actress!Reader. A maladjusted former child star who has never known anything but fame, and has seemingly always had the perfect life. But now there are cracks starting to show.

+ see here

+ old masterlist ; will overhaul it to be less overtly Swiftie, including a new title. 🫣

Attack on Titan

precipice (porco galliard)

My first priority, always.♥️

Chapter 4 has a rough scene wise outline, and the rest of the series has a chapter wise outline already done. This will probably be the first thing I write once I'm in a headspace to think about that.

Chapter 4 features a considerable amount of angst, and Porco taking up the mantle of insecurity in the relationship now that Reader is starting to get her shit sorted.

+ ft. a healthy amount of Zeke (when will I give Reiner the spotlight? Who knows)

untitled (levi)

Levi x noble!Reader. This one is a bit ambitious, my current idea is for three parts with multiple chapters.

The first will be pre-canon, somewhere in between No Regrets and Season 1.

The second, loosely following canon but ideally with significant divergence towards the end, since you know, I'm adding a whole new person in there.

And part 3 with more divergence. Maybe I'll save Porco here too. (I'm going to save Porco.)

Reader starts out a naive, sheltered brat who totally overestimates herself. Levi thinks she's a spoiled princess, but that's not entirely true either. She hasn't joined the scouts for entirely altruistic or noble reasons— that’s a major plot point I won't tell you here. 🤭

Super slow burn. Currently not planning any outright romance in part 1, but there will be lots and lots of relationship development. I'm very excited.

untitled AoT canon divergence

Not a reader insert. A warrior-centric story, branching off from Marcel NOT being eaten by Ymir.

+See here.

Will have cameo appearances from Precipice OCs, and the Reader from Precipice will be a named character, slightly more fleshed out. So I suppose that makes her an entirely different character to you, but it's all the same OC in my head. 🫣

I need to re-read the manga to preserve the themes that made it special for me, and I've really wanted to read it in Japanese for a long time. So two birds and all that 🤭

untitled pokkopiku

This one I don't have a definite plot idea for, more so just some moments between them. Will probably end up as a 5+1 type of thing. wttcsms taught me that trick. 🤭🤭

(If any of that sounds interesting, I'd love to know people are looking forward to it. )

And that's it!

Bye bye for now and see you soon. ♥️♥️

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snoelledarts · 22 hours

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ooh tell me about re-aliving!

Since someone already asked about it, I'll hand out another snippet! This was the original version of my long-fic, Grace of Gods, and it STARTED with Nico resurrecting Jason. Here's a bit from when Nico is looking for Jason in Elysium! (Sorry for how long it is! I really liked this bit LOL...)

It could be hours or mere minutes before Nico finally sees a face he recognizes. A young boy, probably about as old as Nico is now, with shiny black hair and a black eye-patch. The last time Nico saw him was at Camp Half-Blood, following Luke around like a lost puppy. What was his name? Erin? Erick? …Ethan! It was Ethan. Nico almost feels ashamed that he doesn’t remember, but in his defense his memories from before Tartarus are a little shaky at best.

He remembers Ethan being smart. Particular, but not unkind. Before the war, Luke wouldn’t surround himself with anyone he thought was unkind. Broken demigods, maybe, but not villains. Luke was a beacon for demigods who wanted a second chance. It should have been clear from the start who was behind it all, really.

Here, now, seeing Ethan sitting and chatting idly with the people around him, Nico has to choke back the guilt and sadness that crawls up his throat.

They were all so young.

Sure, at the time Nico was younger, and these demigods were technically responsible for him having to witness war as a child, but Nico also would have witnessed war as a child if he grew up in Italy like he was supposed to, so he chooses to call that one a draw. (Though, he probably wouldn’t have had to fight in Italy. …Right?)

Can this boy, who was clearly barely 17 when he died, really be blamed for being talked into raising Kronos? Can any of them be blamed for giving in to what they thought would be a better world for them? For their friends?

And for his efforts, Ethan and all of Luke’s demigod followers who died in battle gained Elysium. Now that is fair. Kronos rotting in Super Hell forever while the children he emotionally manipulated enjoy eternal happiness? A wise and just decision.

Funny, now that Nico thinks about it, Kronos was a really shitty villian. Exploiting angsty teenagers with mommy and daddy issues and then failing at exploiting said teenagers well enough that they don’t turn on you at the last second hardly counts as being a successful evil Titan. What a loser.

Nico makes his way over to the small cafe table Ethan is situated at, sipping at a bowl of soup cupped gently in his hands. Scars crisscross like a star-map across his knuckles and the backs of his hands. They’re small enough that Nico has to wonder what caused them. They certainly don’t look like battle wounds. More serrations than cuts.

When he’s finally close enough, the crowd parts and Nico sees a blip of messy blond hair seated across from Ethan. At first, he thinks it’s Luke. Until he remembers that Luke chose to be reborn. In fact, the closer he gets the more Nico realizes he couldn’t have been more wrong. The boy sitting across from Ethan is clearly younger than Luke was when he died, despite Nico not being able to see his face. He’s taller, more built compared to Luke’s lithe frame, and much paler. He also lifts a bowl to his face, and Nico catches a glimps of an SPQR tattoo on the inside of the demigod’s right wrist, which is strange because he’s wearing a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, not a Camp Jupiter one. And the only person Nico knows who has both is…

“Jason!” Nico breaks out into a sprint. Gods, Elysium had really sucked him in for a second. All that reminiscing, he had almost forgotten why he was here. Or, rather, who he was here for. The demigod sitting across from Ethan turns around slowly, mouth parted with polite shock, as Nico barrels through ghosts to get to them.

“Sorry-- excuse me! Pardon me, if I could just,” Nico’s voice is apologetic but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Jason. The Underworld can be tricky, and Nico knows better than most that just because Jason seems close by doesn’t mean he is, or that Elysium won’t rearrange itself the second Nico looks down. Instead, he choses to run straight through any ghosts in his path at full speed, vanquishing quite a few of them with stock apologies.

He’s panting by the time he makes it to the little table Jason and Ethan are sitting at, hands on his knees. Surely he’s not that out of shape, right? Must be a trick of Elysium. …Must be.

“Jason!” Nico says again, unable to keep the smile off of his face. “Alright, time to go, come-on. The longer I’m here the greater the chances that I get caught.” He gives a polite nod to Ethan, and focuses back on Jason.

Looking at Jason’s face more closely, something is off. His eyes are so blue they’re almost white, nearly blending in with the rest of his sclera. Ghosts here are fuzzy at the edges, enjoying the timelessness of eternal happiness, but even taking that into account Nico is sure Jason did not look like this before.

Hesitation flashes across Jason’s features. “...Nico?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s me-- What happened to your eyes?” Nico asks before he can stop himself. Practicing not filtering himself so much really has backfired quite a bit as of late. Nico isn’t so sure that was one of Will’s best ideas. But if it keeps Will from mumbling all day about “masking” and “Nico mentally draining himself” then he’ll take the consequences of his stupid thought to mouth connection.

“My eyes?” Jason asks, lifting a hand up to his face as if he had forgotten they were even there.

He doesn’t get a chance to expand on that thought, though, because Ethan leans across the table and speaks up. “Nico di Angelo? As in, the little Hades kid who ran away from camp?” He’s looking critically back and forth between Nico and Jason, as a child of Nemisis does.

Taken back for a second that Ethan recognized him, let alone can acknowledge him here, in Elysium, Nico dumbly responds with, “Uh, yeah?”

Maybe demigods can see through the Mist enough that they retain it in death? Half the ghosts Nico just ran through acted like he wasn’t even there… Or maybe it’s just because he’s talking with Ethan directly? Nico’s not really sure, but he doesn’t plan on staying long enough to find out.

“Interesting… What are you doing here?”

“What’s wrong with Jason’s eyes?” Nico asks, instead of answering Ethan’s question. Because he can’t. They both know he can’t. Admitting it out loud in the Underworld would be like using a megaphone to announce you are going to rob a bank outside of the nearest police station. Ethan seems to get it immediately, eye going wide and leaning back in his seat, setting his cup of soup down for the first time since Nico laid eyes on him.

Ethan raises his one visible eyebrow, a twinkle in his eye that makes Nico a little bit nervous. He opens his mouth to answer, a shrug halfway finished in his shoulders, but then his eyes glaze over and his posture drops.

“Who are you, again?” He says instead.

See, that’s the sort of greeting Nico was expecting. But now that it has come after their initial conversation, Nico can’t help but be a little nervous.

“Alright, time to go! Enjoy eternal life, or whatever,” Nico stutters out, grabbing Jason by the arm and pulling him up from his seat. “Oh--” Is the only protest Jason puts up, letting himself be pulled by the son of Hades through the streets of Elysium. “What’s going on?” He asks, as they round a corner. It’s the first hint of actual fear and concern Nico has heard. Which is strange, because he shouldn’t be able to feel fear and concern in Elysium.

#pjo #I love Jason and Nico's friendship so much #They mean so much to me #bonus ethan nakamura content

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glitxhwayventeen · 4 months

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The Smart One: Part Two

Yeonjun

Characters: Yeonjun x female reader

Warnings: violence (fight scene where YJ kinda loses it tbh), mentions of- death, drinking, smoking, sleeping around (but it’s all consensual so i don’t see a problem with it. But i know some people do so TW ig), name calling (but they don’t actually mean it and none of them think they do, they’re loving nicknames), crying, pining/angsty love, blood, another pack’s fight, Yeonjun being dumb basically poor baby

Author’s Note: So Yeonjun will have either three or four parts depending on how much i can cut it all down.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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Once he found out he could get quite literally no one else to pick him up, Yeonjun’s original plan was to just stay by his bike and text Huening he was in the parking lot when it was time for him to take him home. He originally had no plans of going inside the library. But before Yeonjun’s brain could stop them, his legs threw themselves over the seat of his motorcycle and made their way through the library’s double doors.

He knew immediately it was a bad idea. For every quickening beat of his heart he felt, he felt more dread and guilt slip into his body. But he knew the pup had already seen his figure in the building when he lifted his head up from his book to see who had walked through the door, a maneuver in which you followed suit. He knew it would be suspicious if he just back tracked and bolted through the entrance, so Yeonjun had to play it off like nothing bothered him.

He promised himself he would not get any closer to you than he already was. He promised himself he wouldn’t even speak to you to prevent himself from getting attached. But of course his little brother had other plans.

Kai hurriedly shoved all his things into his book bag, threw it over his shoulder, grabbed your very confused and unprepared hand, and rushed to where Yeonjun was standing with you stumbling behind him in an attempt to keep up.

The elder boy panicked internally. How was he going to play it cool when you’d soon be standing in front of him close enough to overwhelm him? How was he supposed to remain calm and collected when your sweet scent got heavier in his nose? How the hell could he hold a conversation with you when all he wanted to do was get lost in your warm sparkling eyes-

“Hyung!” Huening choked out, finally getting to the doorway Yeonjun had moments ago found himself prancing through, “Before we go, I wanted you to meet ____! You’re the only one of the guys that hasn’t yet.”

The pup proudly pulled you forward and presented you to Yeonjun as if you were a prize he had worked incredibly hard to win. The act made a hot blush appear across your face and had you playing with the hem of your pleated skirt nervously.

From the second you had seen him earlier in the day, your stomach instantly developed butterflies. Because of course your favorite tutoring student just happened to have the prettiest man on earth as his best friend. So to say you were anxious was a bit of an understatement.

It wasn't that you didn’t know how to speak to people, you had learned how to have appropriate conversations with people outside your family a long time ago and had gotten pretty good at it. But that didn’t mean socializing was something you did regularly.

Sure you had some friends and acquaintances you’d grown fond of during your stay in Korea for university. And sure everyone around you, regardless of if they liked you as a person or not, usually respected and admired you for your intelligence and dedication.

But you’d never felt genuinely attracted to someone before. At least you were pretty sure you hadn’t, you weren’t always the best at understanding your own feelings. You just knew the butterflies were definitely new and that the second you made eye contact with the boy it felt like your breathing hitched in your chest, neither of which you had experienced before.

So you were walking into new territory. Usually you’d attempt to introduce yourself and shake his hand because you’d learned that was the social norm. Though the man’s sharp facial features and piercing eyes had your heart racing too fast to go through the motions you’d gone through countless therapy sessions to be able to do relatively comfortably.

Luckily for you, your student got the hint that neither of you were planning on saying anything and started the conversation for you, “So hyung, this is ____. And ____ this is Yeonjun-ah. He’s one of my roommates,” the younger boy led, hoping to get one of you to say something.

That’s when it all clicked in your head. You had been told about the boy in front of you before by your eager student. He’d called him his loving hyung who’d do anything for him and his friends at the turn of a time. But the rumors you’d heard around campus about him told a completely different story. So much so that you weren’t even sure how they could be friends, the two seemed like polar opposites to you.

Where Kai was rather shy and reserved around people he didn’t know, Choi Yeonjun was blunt and always spoke his mind. Where the younger boy was inexperienced with the world and loving, the elder boy was far too experienced with… many things and could be quite distant emotionally from his peers.

Yeonjun was infamous around campus as being the guy who sleeps with anyone he wanted to, never having had a real girlfriend. Kai was infamous around campus as the guy who everyone was betting never had slept with anyone before, or had a girlfriend.

The boy in front of you had a thing for getting wasted at parties and getting into trouble with the law. The boy to your side had hardly been to any parties, never really drank, and probably didn’t even know what a rap sheet was.

As far as you knew, the only real thing the two had in common was that they both struggled in school, though Huening Kai was the only one wanting to do something about it.

“I know who she is.” The boy, Yeonjun apparently, monotonously cut through the silence, no emotion to be seen on his face as the words left his plump lips.

It was true that most people around your university knew who you were. There weren’t many people like you in South Korea at all, let alone going to your school. British-Kenyan students weren’t as easy to find as Chinese, Vietnamese, or American ones. At least, you for sure couldn’t name one off the top of your head.

Sure he could’ve maybe known you as the girl who was set to graduate number one in her graduating class, but you doubted he cared too much about class ranking. He could’ve also known you as the girl who tutored a sizeable portion of the student population but, as he had never asked for any, you didn’t think he would’ve known about you that way either.

It was likely he knew you as the African girl. The girl who got bullied for her accents and her skin color on the daily. The girl who never spoke unless she was spoken to. The girl that disliked being around people and was rather quite awkward with them. That way would’ve made more sense.

And, while you had gotten rather good at reading social cues over your years of having to deal with the general public, you knew you still had times where you couldn’t read between the lines. But this time, the tension seemed so thick even you were able to swiftly pick up on the boy’s negative attitude.

His arms crossed over his broad chest indicated he was closed off and non-reciprocating. His tapping foot meant he was in a hurry or wanted to be done with the conversation. His flat vocal tone said he either hated you or was over having to deal with you. And his lifted brow meant that he was probably fairly annoyed with you and Kai for having taken up his time.

All those small facts seemed to make the nerves in your body strike at your heart. The only guy you ever found remotely interesting romantically, even if it was only Choi Yeonjun, and he hated you without having ever even spoken to you before. How wonderful.

But you weren’t gonna let that deter you. Kai was much like you in that he didn’t have many friends. But the friends he did have were important to him, that’s why he wanted to introduce you to all of them. And you weren’t one to let your students down.

So you decided to power through as best as you could, “It’s very nice to meet you Yeonjun. Huening Kai talks about his friends a lot, so it’s nice to finally be able to put a face to your name!” You replied with a kind smile in perfect Korean, extending your slightly shaky hand to him intending for him to do the same.

Though your polite gesture was unreciprocated, the boy in front of you leaving your hand hanging through the air as his gaze bypassed you and went to the younger boy beside you.

“Are you ready to go yet Hyuka? We really need to get going,” Yeonjun cold heartedly questioned his friend, jaw clenched as he awaited an answer.

Even though you could see the shock in Kai’s eyes from such an unexpected answer from the elder boy, he hurriedly pulled his composure together and nodded, you assumed to keep you from having to deal with his emotionally distant friend any longer.

“Y-Yeah! We can go,” Your student turned in his heels to give you a hug and say goodbye, “Thanks again ____. Same time tomorrow?”

Nodding fiercely, you tried your best to put up a brave front as you patted his back, “Of course! Text me if you end up having trouble with the problems I gave you to work on okay?”

You didn’t want him to feel bad about the interaction you had with his roommate. Kai was a sweet, albeit easily distractible, kid. He just wanted everyone important to him to get along or at least be able to civilly interact with one another when needed, it was one of the reasons you got along so much. Having parents that bitterly divorced, you never wanted conflict around you either. In your eyes, he was as close to a true friend as you had made during your time in Korea.

That was because Kai wasn’t judgmental or rude. He wasn’t intentionally cruel. He, like you, was a constant target for bullying and ridicule because he was considered a foreigner in the eyes of Koreans. You had bonded a lot because of that.

You had grown so fond of him that now, the idea of something upsetting him, like his friends not getting along, stung your heart almost as much as Yeonjun ignoring you did. So you wanted to assure him everything was fine with you, even if it currently felt like you had a gaping hole in your chest.

With one last little wave and a nape of his shirt collar grab from his friend, your student was off and you were left alone with your thoughts. Usually you wouldn’t mind, you had actually preferred to be alone.

Tonight though, you felt as if you needed to go home and cry into your pillow at the sudden unexpected rejection you felt from a total stranger.

Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you just shake something like a simple introduction gone wrong off like everyone else without feeling so overwhelmed? What in the hell was wrong with you? But most importantly, what had you done to piss someone off without having ever even met him in person before?

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“What the hell hyung?!” Huening demanded as soon as they walked through the door of their shared apartment, his bag being thrown somewhere across the room in anger because he sensed none of his other brothers had made their way home yet to yell at him for it.

Yeonjun found himself plopping down on the living room couch with a defeated sigh, “What the hell was what Ningning?”

The eldest boy knew exactly what the pup was referring to. He just didn’t have it in him to discuss the matter any further if he could help it.

Yeonjun knew he was unnecessarily mean to you today and he hated himself more than anyone could possibly ever know for it. Because the reality of the matter was that the promise he made to himself and, inadvertently you as well, was already hard as fuck to keep.

Because it was hard walking away from you today. The second he saw you, it felt like time stood still and his heart stopped beating all over again. Like once again he just wanted to go up to you, spin you around, and kiss away the space between your lips.

He wanted to stay and speak to you about your day, maybe even tease you on why you got so nervous when he first walked in the room.

It was also hard to finally get a closer look at your lightly freckled face and your, what he once thought were curls but were actually, twisted locs and not be able to compliment you on how gorgeous you were.

But it was even harder pretending he wanted nothing to do with you, especially once he saw the light in your eyes drain away when he ignored your hand.

Huening growled at his elder brother unintentionally, clenching his fists in anger, “Don’t ‘what the hell was what Ningning?’ Me! Why were you being a dick to ____? What in the hell did she ever do to you?!”

“Nothing,” Yeonjun answered, seeming as cool as a cucumber on the outside but slowly feeling his heart break on the inside.

That was the only answer the eldest in the pack could come up with. Anything else would’ve been suspicious. Anything else would’ve gave it away.

The pup stomped to stand in front of him, eyes spotting crimson red as more rage filled his body, “What the hell do you mean nothing?!” He questioned, quickly leaning over Yeonjun’s frame over the couch to get him to look at him face to face, “You’re telling me you were a jackass to one of the only friends i managed to make outside of the pack for no good fucking reason?!”

Yeonjun had never seen the younger boy so mad before. Truthfully, Kai usually just put up with whatever it was his older brothers did and didn’t complain. He always had a smile on his face and laughed it away. He was someone that the whole pack had come to know as a ‘suffer and cry in silence’ type of person. So his behavior did freak him out slightly.

Because the elder boy wasn’t sure he had ever heard the pup even raise his voice to someone else before. But now, Yeonjun had gotten him so mad he was screaming in his face, eyes blood red, nearly shifting in their living room.

He figured that Huening felt the need to defend you as you were the one friend he made on his own whose feelings got hurt because he introduced you to his asshole of a brother. He couldn’t blame him though, he wanted to rip his own heart out for doing it to you too.

Even so, his younger brother getting into his face in a threatening manner over you sent his instincts flying, immediately making him feel as though he needed to put him in his place for coming to your aide.

“Hyuka, I know you can’t understand this with your little pea sized brain, but believe it or not I was doing the girl a favor!” Yeonjun snarled, jumping up from his place on the couch and forcing Huening to stumble backwards slightly to cope with the sudden loss of dominance.

But instead of the young wolf backing down as Yeonjun had expected, he went right back to getting into his face, forcing their foreheads to nearly touch as he too began to snarl, “What fucking favor do you think you were doing for her?! The only thing you did was make sure she went home and cried!”

“Shut up Huening!” Yeonjun could feel his eyes get hotter, signaling that he was worked up enough to also melt through his contacts and begin shifting his eye color in anger.

It wasn’t Huening Kai’s place to say what upset you. It wasn’t his place to speak for you. And it sure as shit wasn’t his place to make Yeonjun feel bad about trying to protect you.

“No fuck you!” Huening protested, doing his very best to hold off from shifting in their living room as he screamed at his eldest brother, “____’s a good person! She’s nothing but kind and fair to everyone regardless of how they treat her! In fact, she’s the best person I know!-”

Fuck Kai. He didn’t get to talk about you like you walked on water, not when Yeonjun couldn’t talk to you at all.

Now it was Yeonjun’s turn to clench his fists with rage, “I said shut the fuck up!” He seethed, getting even closer to his brother’s face to try and get him to back off.

But the pup wouldn’t budge and continued on, “No you shut the fuck up! ____ has issues with people as is! She already has issues making friends and socializing! She already gets bullied! She didn’t need you coming in making her think she’s done something wrong!”

But he didn’t know you had issues with people. He never wanted you to feel like that. He never wanted to hurt you. He was just trying to protect you the only way he knew how.

Yeonjun could see a cloud of tears begin to form at his water line, causing him to close his eyes and clench his jaw, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He just wanted you safe. Safe from him and his pack. Safe from all the things that came with being attached to them. Safe from him. He didn’t know you were getting bullied.

“The hell I don’t!” Hyuka exclaimed, feeling his claws begin to elongate but refusing to care, “I know her better than anyone here! I know her better than you! And I know what she goes through on a daily basis and how hard her fucking life is! I know that she feels completely and utterly alone!”

Yeonjun didn’t care if it meant he’d have to spend the rest of his life alone. He didn’t care if it meant he’d never feel whole or loved. He didn’t care if he ended up dying from his self induced rejection of you as his mate. All he cared about was you.

“Kai stop.” The elder boy warned, his younger brother’s words piercing into his chest like a knife through butter.

All he cared about was that you’d get to be happy. That you’d get to have a normal human life. That you’d get to be healthy and unharmed. That you’d get to keep breathing. He didn’t know your life was hard. He didn’t know you felt alone in Korea.

Hearing his brother’s warning only seemed to urge him on, “People are awful to her here! They bully her worse than they bully me! Do you know how many times a day she calls her parents crying? Do you know how many times a day she wishes she could just disappear into thin air? Do you know how many times she’s gotten the hell beat out of her because some fucking students don’t think she belongs he-”

But before Huening could finish his rant, Yeonjun socked him in the face, causing him to fall back to the floor in shock.

“Do you think I wanted to do that to her?!” He spit, instantly throwing himself on top of the pup and throwing another punch into his left cheek.

The younger wolf tried to fight back but it was no use, Yeonjun was stronger. And he had lost more today than Hyuka did. Except he couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Do you think I wanted to hurt her?!” Yeonjun demanded as he jammed his fist against his brother’s rib cage, causing him to cry out in pain.

He hated Huening Kai. He hated the words he was saying about you. He hated that he was bringing ugly truths about you he didn’t previously know to light. But mostly, he hated himself for it all.

“Do you think that was what I wanted for her?!”

For ignoring you. For not going up to you and hugging your sadness away the second he saw you. For not being able to go and comfort you. For not being able to tell you everything was going to be okay and that you weren’t alone, you had him.

“Is that what you actually fucking think?!” Yeonjun was so lost in hashing out his feelings with his fists, he didn’t even notice when the tears started coming down his face. Or when the front door opened.

“You didn’t stop to think for one second that maybe I had a valid reason for staying away from her?!” Yeonjun punched Kai up his jaw.

He didn’t want to tell anyone. He knew the moment he did they’d try to change his mind. But his mind couldn’t change. It was too dangerous. Just the other day Beomgyu’s brother’s pack got attacked by another pack and a kid got hurt. He couldn’t let that happen to you.

“That maybe I was thinking of what’s best for her?!” Yeonjun’s knuckles were sore and raw now, not that he cared when he popped the pup in the eye.

He wasn’t gonna tell anyone really. But after Kai kept going on and on about how good you were and how horrible the world around you was he couldn’t take it anymore. He snapped.

“She’s my fucking mate do you really think I wanted to hurt her?! I was protecting her!” The eldest finally lets out with a choked sob wracking through his body, leaving just enough time for Taehyun to wrap his arms around his biceps and dive with him off the pup to the floor.

From the corner of his eye, Yeonjun could see Soobin helping a very shocked and bruised Kai off the ground. But he didn’t care.

He had finally given into his tears and began crying harshly against Taehyun’s hold. He was just trying to protect you. Now he wasn’t sure what he did to you.

“What the actual fuck is going on here?!” Beomgyu questioned as he stood in the doorway watch his brothers, one bloodied and limping, another with cuts all over his hands as he wailed violently, and his other two doing their best to keep them apart.

(Edited 2/5/2024)

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bobbybutterfly · 8 months

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Did someone say Squirrel and Hedgehog sketches? No? Oh. Well. What am I to do with these then?

I guess I will just dump them here...

First up starting off strong with EMO GEUMSAEGI!!! Because what is more angsty than war? Personally I imagine Geumsaegi's favorite song to be Bring Me To Life. You know the one with the

WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!!

Geumsaegi is a very reserved... animal? Person? We'll go with character. While Juldarami is prone to big emotional out bursts. Example being him shooting at everyone when he thinks Murori died. Geumsaegi drives off to a lonely cliff to cry for Goseumdouchi after he dies.

Some Geumsaegi x Juldarami fanart. I'm a basic bitch so these two are my favorite ship. The reserved prim and proper Geumsaegi and the the cool uncle with a motorcycle energy that Juldarami has, just chef's kiss! I imagine them raising Bamsaegi as a gay couple. Aww.

Also although they are each other's primary partners they are in an open relationship. So you can ship anyone with them ( provided they are able to consent). And yes. That means even yourself.

A random squirrel in something resembling an episode one outfit.

You though we were done with emo Geumsaegi? Think again! I thought about making a Squirrel and Hedgehog edit to WAKE ME UP INSIDE but it sounds like a lot of work and I'm currently on Holiday. Though I did think about doing some animation in Procreate with my designs. Like an anime intro. With WAKE ME UP INSIDE as the opening music. We will see.

So remember the hedgehog part in Squirrel and Hedgehog. I did some studies of these spiky fellas so I can draw Roxy's favorite Goseumdouchi.

Just more hedgehogs.

First attempt at Goseumdouchi. I wanted him to be like this feminine pretty boy. You can see I'm a big fan of those characters if you scroll down my blog.

Second attempt looking far better. I also wanted him to look androgynous because I originally thought he was a girl. That's because in the original he has the same hairstyle as me. I suppose a spike style. A bob.

And there's a limit of ten imagines per post. I guess you're going to have to wait till tomorrow or some other day I get around to posting more.

We haven't even gotten to a nother one of my favorites Mulmancho (I hope I spelled the name right) and Murori.

Alongside some fun crossovers.

*laughs sinister*

#fanart #my art #sketches #squirrel and hedgehog #emo #furry

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rainbow18 · 22 days

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What Sonic Prime took from Sonic X.

Cosmo.

Sonic’s story in Prime is pretty similar to Cosmo’s. (Also Sidenote. Cosmo’s design is pretty much Sonic’s except reversed.)

Both of them are among the last of their kinds.

Both of them got hunted down for why they survived while others didn’t. Shadow tried killing Cosmo for spying while Sonic was hunted down for his energy. (Which I will get into.)

Cosmo’s main relationship is with Tails and Sonic’s main one is with Nine, who is one of Tails’s counterparts.

Sonic’s main friends were based on Cosmo’s closest friends. For Cosmo, they are Amy, Tails, Chris, Knuckles and Cream. For Sonic, it’s Thorn, Rusty, Nine, and Dread. (But this one may just be coincidence since they are game characters and there’s no Cream, though that can be argued since in Prime, Birdie appears to be Amy’s pet like how Cheese is Cream’s pet and Froggy is Big’s)

When Shadow was hunting down Cosmo, everyone began protecting her and insisted on staying by her side when she wanted to run away from everyone. Which is more or less what happens when Nine targets Sonic.

Despite this, Cosmo ended up dying anyway and Nine got Sonic’s energy anyway and used it exactly as he would in the beginning. Although if Cosmo died earlier, they might not have been able to save everyone and Nine might not have fixed Green Hill and Sonic might have died if he got Sonic earlier. (Though that can be argued since it was heavily implied that fixing The Grim would have also fixed Green Hill.)

Both of them are too kind for their own good.

Cosmo was only in the last season of Sonic X, which had roughly 26 episodes and Sonic Prime has 25 episodes with one being double length. (Though this one is a stretch.)

Tails was reluctant to kill Cosmo but ended up doing so. While mad, Nine originally only targeted Sonic for his energy and when he calmed down, He no longer stated that Sonic’s energy was needed and only took the energy after Sonic convinced him.

Cosmo couldn’t remember much about what happened and neither could Sonic.

Chris.

Nine’s story is sort of like Chris’s. (Though Nine is more angsty)

Chris asked if his parents would return quickly from their jobs if he behaved himself and he believed them. However they didn’t, causing him to feel neglected. Nine did everything Sonic ever asked him to do no matter how much pain and torture he went through, believing that Sonic would like the Grim and hang out with him as Sonic said he would, but Sonic completely forgot about it and doesn’t listen much in general, leading Nine to feel neglected and ignored.

In the second Season’s finale, Chris stopped Sonic from going back to his world even though it would put everyone, including himself in danger. Nine didn’t want Sonic in Green Hill and In his attempt to fix the Grim, he accidentally sped up the decaying and in his quest to capture Sonic, Nine ended up endangering everyone more. (Though in Chris’s case, he didnt think much about what would happen whereas in Nine’s case, reality disappearing was why he was attacking.)

Both have an attachment to Sonic, which their shows are about.

Both were based on Tails.

Design wise, Nine does have red, which must symbolize something. (Since if not, Why not replace the red with Black, Yellow or Blue?) Red happens to be the color of Chris’s shirt.

Both were Sonic’s first friend in a new world.

In most finales of Sonic X, Sonic and Chris were supposed to leave each other. Each arc In Prime, ends with Sonic and Nine saying goodbye.

Both can be quite immature.

Chris accused Eggman of causing the problems that meant Sonic has to leave because he wanted a reason for Sonic to stay. During Part 3, more than once, Nine reminds Sonic that the Chaos Council were the ones who started the decaying.

Seeing Chris injured as well as Cosmo, caused Sonic to transform into Dark Sonic while with fake emeralds. In the cave, Nine used the Prism energy to transform Sonic into Prismatic Sonic. Both transformations only appeared once.

Amy.

During Sonic Prime, Sonic is more like Amy than his Game Counterpart.

Sonic mistakes the counterparts for each other, though he later changes it to them being similar to each other even though Game Sonic had seen counterparts of his friends before. Amy often mistakes other hedgehogs for Sonic.

Amy is really affectionate and often wants to hug others, especially Sonic. In Prime, Sonic is really affectionate and wants to be friends with everyone and often tries hugging others, to their annoyance. (Though Nine did eventually initiate a hug.)

Amy has reformed antagonists and so does Sonic in Prime. Pretty much everyone in Prime wanted to attack Sonic at some point. (Although in X, Amy’s speech to Shadow was given to Chris.)

Both Amy in X and Sonic in Prime can get really excited.

Shadow.

Nine’s arc is also somewhat similar to Shadow’s.

Design wise, Most of Nine’s clothes and stuff are black like Shadow’s fur. (Though he also has yellow and blue to symbolize Tails and Sonic and red, possibly to symbolize Chris.) Shadow’s quills stick in the opposite direction of Sonic’s and Nine’s hair usually faces himself, unlike Tails’s hair, which faces away.

Shadow calls Sonic a faker and doesn’t like being compared to him. Similarly Nine dislikes being compared to Tails and doesn’t like his resemblance to Sails or Mangey.

Both of them were going to let the world disappear until they received a speech. In Shadow’s case, the speech reminded him of Maria whereas in Nine’s case, Sonic reminded Nine of what he originally wanted and planned.

Shadow wanted to target Cosmo after finding out that she was spying on everyone. Nine wanted to hunt Sonic down after realizing that his energy was needed to stop the decaying.

They both endangered and attacked others in their attempts to get to their targets.

They are both dark foils to Sonic. (And to a lesser extent, Tails.)

Shadow’s fate is unclear at the end of X, similarly Nine’s fate is up to interpretation.

Shadow did originally allow Tails to be left alone if he allowed him to get to Cosmo. Nine did originally mostly focus on Sonic and only attacked Shadow because Shadow wanted to help Sonic.

Even in Prime, Nine and Shadow have similar dialogue and actions.

Sonic and Tails.

There are elements from X that are similar to Sonic and Nine and Tails in Prime.

Both of their meetings were similar and based on how Sonic and Tails met in the games. (Except in Nine’s case, Sonic had Tails’s role while he had Sonic’s role.)

Even Sonic’s flashback, while similar, it’s not a perfect match to how Sonic and Tails met in the games.

In his grief, Tails blamed Sonic for Cosmo’s death, screaming that he believed in him. Meanwhile in his insanity, Nine blames Sonic entirely for his villain arc and everything that he did.

We never got to see Sonic and Tails reconciling, instead Sonic only has flashbacks and declares that they will work together again when Chris leaves Sonic’s world. Similarly we barely see Sonic speaking to the prime characters.

#sonic prime #sonic x

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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The Foster-Part Three

TW: hints at smut. Language. Angsty situations.

SUMMARY: Situations arise that being certain relationships to light, as well as desires and tensions….

WORD COUNT: 1700

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 3

She was flawless in every way you picked yourself apart and it made your eyes narrow at her. It was the only action in which allowed Kiara to find something to like about you, a mutual loathing for the effortless beauty that was Sarah Cameron. Leaving a string of insecure girls and aroused men in her wake without the means or care of doing either. At least to everyone but John B, it seemed.

"Haven't you done enough?" Kiara shot as she stood before John B, your eyes widened as JJ leaned over to you.

"Sarah got our golden boy fired after he borrowed some scuba gear..."

"Stole, you mean-"

"Doesn't matter. Just goes on to prove once again why you can't trust Kooks..."

But if you happened to learn the details of their mutual disgust for her presence, nobody validated this more than Kiara.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to irritate? Some friends to stab in the back?"

"This isn't about you Kiara." She tried to look back towards John B, resuming a conversation that didn't have a chance to begin. Her siren eyes flashing to you for only a moment before you looked at John B.

"You shouldn't even be here." The girls continued to throw cruel remakes at one another before you recognized the fire behind Kiara's eyes. The one that would come just seconds before she would lunge, something you believed you knew well as you'd done the same. Many times.

"It isn't worth it..." You explained before Sarah scoffed.

"And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"I don't know what's going on, but-"

"Stay out of this-"The way Sarah projected her hand to your face was enough to alter any potential kindness into an upset rivaling even Kiara's.

"I think you're on the wrong side of the island, Barbie. Maybe you need to get back to whatever ken doll you've managed to victimize long enough to realize you're pretty dense otherwise-" You tapped her temple as she hit your hand away.

"You think because you're new that your opinion matters. Hate to break it to you, sweetheart. You don't. You and whatever sob story you rode in on. Piece of advice, you might want to try putting a little effort in because whatever tragedy is responsible for the bags under your eyes will only make people feel bad for so long. Won't be enough for anyone to stay-" The very thing you tried to keep from happening to Kiara had now been what forced John B to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from attacking Sarah.

But from the second he pulled you away, you were able to feel every pull of each muscle as he took you into safe parameters. For Sarah's sake. When you were finally released, you repressed a pout as you found an odd comfort in his grasp.

"Come on, Rocky..." He teased while taking you into his room within The Chateau.

"If all Kooks are like that, I can see why you don't get along."

"Usually Sarah's actually manageable...Until recently, anyway."

"Yeah JJ told me about the scuba gear. Why did you take it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." He confessed before looking over his shoulder. "And they'd kill me if I did "

"Well I have nothing but time and need something to calm myself down before I find out just how many hair extensions she has."

"Damn, scrapper...okay...But just keep an open mind." And with this, John B began to tell you every detail that had transpired since before he was sent away into the system. Details of treasure and gold. A sunken Grady White and a dead body. An old compass and its connection to a clue that brought him unintentionally to now. But where he expected you to become even more inquisitive or even confused, you just laughed.

"Fine then, don't tell me."

"I'm serious. My dad spent his entire life looking into it. Taking our rent money and just disappearing-" He was suddenly on his feet.

"Come here..." He took you across the hall and into his dad's office. Walls littered with research of an old maritime vessel you pegged as "The Royal Merchant." Your fingers came to the collection of books, mostly too dusty to appreciate a lack of care for, until looking back at him.

"He left this..." A tape recorder placed what had been a final message along with a map. The contents sending your mouth wide.

"Shit..."

"And I was on my way to finding out more before being hijacked by the state-"

"What exactly are you after?"

"400 million..." Pope spoke in the doorway.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't ignore the fact you had my back with Sarah, but it doesn't mean I forgot you stole my clothes." Kie added.

"Actually, I gave them to her..." John B defended, his eyes reaching across the space to you rather slow climb as you adored the attention and defense for a moment.

"Well still...I guess you're one of us now..."

"You should have seen the look on her face. I don't think I've ever seen a princess that pissed..." JJ finally entered.

"She knows..." Pope explained, slightly disappointed.

"Good because in case y'all haven't noticed, we aren't the best at keeping a low profile..."

"Speaking of that..." John B suddenly alerted you all of the new and unwanted arrival.

"JJ..." Kiara warned.

"Swear to God wasn't me...I don't think..."

"J!"

John B collected your hand within his own.

"I'm trusting you. Please don't make me regret it." He spoke into your ear, squeezing your hand just enough to leave an impression of the warmth he could allow. His body leaning down to you as if to tell you it would be alright.

"If they see you, they'll take you both back!" Kiara reminded as everyone looked to one another before you and John B were ultimately left waiting for the other to offer some grand masterplan.

"Closet. I'll take care of them..." Kiara spoke somewhat reluctantly before pushing you to the direction of his room. Before you could object, the bedroom door came closed.

"If you felt better about it, I could probably squeeze under the bed-" You would allow him even a second before taking him within the closet, the sound of steps approaching having meant you escaped in the nick of time once again.

"Maybe if I had you around the first time, I never would have been caught..." He spoke in a low whisper. .

"But then you never would have been blackmailed." You reminded, reading the tension of his torso as it was forced against you. The heavy exhales forced from shirt inhales making you well aware of just how close he was within the darkness.

"You can trust me, John B." He scoffed.

"Sarah said the same..."

"I'm not her..." You could feel his smile.

"You definitely aren't..." The sudden sensation of his fingers against your knuckles pulled your own breath to quiet. Even though your heart hammered within your chest, you couldn't help but wonder if it was with intent. Because of this, you remained still. Growing more desperate by the second.

"I'm glad you did."

"What?"

"Blackmailed me. It wouldn't be nearly this much fun without you. Or entertaining..." You smirked to yourself.

"Or..." He continued, his touch having now rested on your elbow as it made that stealthy climb.

"Or?" Your voice was weak, truly consumed by the moment and the closing proximity that continued from adrenaline and apparent fate set you a part of.

"Okay all-" JJ tore the doors open, revealing just how close you and John B had been. An unnecessary closeness that existed from your need to be close to one another.

"Uh..."

"It's late." Kiara interrupted Pope's inability to formulate a sentence of any kind.

"Yeah..." John B clenched his jaw in disappointment.

Within a handful of minutes, Kiara returned home after following Pope to his father's borrowed truck to wish a good night, leaving JJ asleep on the couch, and you unsure of where you'd rest for the night. But one thing was for certain, you needed to wash the day off. Between running the night before and the near scuffle an hour prior, you were anxious for that cleansing feeling.

"I don't think Kie left anything else, but you can borrow a shirt of mine..."

"You sure?" He nodded.

"Least I can do for how you defended us..."

You nodded, slipping across the hall before starting the water. Testing the stream below, you turned to find John B's reflection in the mirror. His eyes trained on you in a way of regret for having been interrupted prior. Your lips pulled to a widening grin before you teased your fingers along the line of your shirt. But just before he would learn of your proclivity of white lace, you closed the door.

The shower was uneventful yet sultry in theory. You imagined John B making his way into the steamed room, collecting the curtain in a forced pull, and joining you to enact the visions that contradicted your attempt to get clean. Yet the events of the night brought you to smirk at yourself in comparison. You hardly knew him. Even if he made your thighs press whenever he was close and offered some sense of safety you could explain. He was really no more than a stranger.

With heartbreak eyes. Tempting lips. Muscles that could pull you effortlessly away from gravity. It was enough to bring a blush to his cheeks and your hand in a teasing descent before you remembered how close he had been. How his chest fell against yours. How his breath rested at your lips…

Because of this, you retracted any attempt to silence that need between your legs and finally exited from the shower. But once doing so, you became nervous on what you'd say when seeing him again after your near peep show seconds before shutting the door. After a moment's hesitation, you decided it was better to face the music, but found him looking at you instead.

Without a word, just as your lips parted to speak, he moved into you. His hands at your hips as he walked you back into the sink. A final look for consent offered to you before he then surprised you with a soft kiss. But it was that instant collision that offered only a glimpse of the passion he was capable of.

Passion you were soon to learn from this unexpected turn of events.

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Hello, hello! Not sure if you're that caught up with the manga but, with Yuno being the prince of the Spade Kingdom, he now has a choice to make, go back to Clover or stay in Spade. But he has someone he loves in Clover, his s/o, on the other hand, his mum is in Spade. Could you please make it angsty, I'm not too particular with the ending.

Love your work, thank you!!

Hello, hello ^^

Sorry to keep you waiting, but hopefully it was worth it. And I do hope that this is angsty enough~

Warning: Manga spoilers!

Genre: angst/general

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Pairing: Yuno x gn!reader

Length: ~0.8k

Yuno sat on a hill that overlooked a field. The grass, the reeds swaying in the wind as far as the eye could see. Parts of it were painted with a layer of yellow, brown, the tones of the approaching autumn. It was a time of harvest soon enough. Time of decisions; conclusion of a kind after which there’d be winter.

But what Yuno was watching, if it could be called as ‘watching’ instead of directing his gaze towards a direction, was the way that would eventually lead to Spade kingdom. There was no concrete border to be seen, even if he knew that it was there; if he travelled far enough. His… home country.

Or the country from which he originated. By blood.

It wasn’t a home in a lot of senses of the word, because he had barely set foot there since birth. The only other time being the battle, the war against the devils. So, he didn’t really know Spare. He didn’t really know his mother. The mother that he apparently still had.

He supposed that he should perhaps have felt more… grateful? But she was… just a stranger. Even if she was his mother.

He… had a mother.

One that had just appeared out of nowhere and…

He placed his elbows onto his knees and buried his fingers into his hair, as if holding his head, his mind, the train of thought that was trying to stay on track. He was trying to, but it was so hard. So… difficult, because he had… Well, becoming the Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn was a change, a welcomed change, but a change nonetheless.

There had been an attack to their base, where he almost died. And he thought that he wouldn’t see you again, let alone give a proper goodbye. Since who really gives a proper goodbye on a daily basis, unless you’re expecting something terrible to happen?

Then he had discovered that he was from Spade. That he was The Prince of Spade Kingdom. He discovered that his magic was Star Magic instead of Wind.

And now… he had a mother. A living mother. Who was a queen.

A scoff broke from him, one that was … dragging, dripping… one that tasted like bitter defeat and disappointment. But the thing was: he wasn’t sure what he was disappointed in.

The way this was handled? Himself? Or… just the fact that he was expected to take on his position just like that? That he was supposed to leave the life he had been building for his entire life? That he was supposed to leave you, his beloved?

It felt as if… there were a lot more expectations on him. Such that he had never anticipated or asked for.

And now he was just… supposed to make a decision on what to do.

The corners of his lips tugged up into a melancholic, unamused smile that rose more from the feeling of helplessness. Because it wasn’t just about him, this decision. It wasn’t just his skills and power that he was supposed to consider. And. If he was honest, he knew what he wanted.

This might have been another form of… some of the things he wanted.

But there was no love for him in Spade.

He inhaled, drawing his lungs as full of air as he possibly could, and he closed his eyes. A few seconds ticked away until the air begun flowing out with a sigh that eased the burden on his shoulders, even if only faintly.

“Hey…”

He knew that sound, and with it, his eyelids fluttered open as the corners of his lips tucked into a soft, relieved smile. Because the sound, the melody of your voice was like a guiding light for him; a way home and to safety. Or so it felt. That he’d always find a way home, to peace and the right choice to make, as long as you were with him.

It felt absurd, impossible even, but… that’s how he felt.

You sat next to him as he uttered a “hey” as a reply, a greeting of his own that bore relief. Which you didn’t quite understand, while knowing that he had a lot on his shoulders. And you hoped that you would have had something assuring to say, a word of wisdom to give him. You hoped, but since there were no words to utter, you just sat there, placing your hand next to his.

Your fingers entwined with his own, just barely, as if you didn’t want to insist on anything. Because, you didn’t. You wanted him to make the right decision. And you wanted him to do so, because you loved him.

And in that touch, the reassurance the sweet melody of your voice that still flowed around in his thoughts, allowed him to make up his mind.

#yuno x reader #yuno grinberryall x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshots

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athousandbyeol · 4 months

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wip tag

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

tagged by @silverquillsideas :) thanks for the tag.

i just realised i have so many wips... hahaha

we're the shape of our love (even if it's imperfect) [forcebook/former muay thai player force x basketballer book/hurt/comfort, angst, slice of life, hope] this is supposed to be the second part of the story written from force's pov. i couldn't find the rhythm so i ended up writing only a few paragraphs and stopped. i might get back to it someday.

it's the buzzing sound [forcebook] this has no title tbh, but from what i remember, this was supposed to be another angsty forcebook story.

and i shall wait for you, even when the world is blue. [morkday/angst] this document is literally blank hahaha i didn't know why there was nothing written. maybe i just thought the title was beautiful but couldn't really think about the story.

we fall like the stars (and i'm wishing upon you)/it only takes seven days (and all i need is seven more) [original characters/forcebook/angst, death, bittersweet] so i have this idea that i wanted to write (note: try) during my semester break. it's an original story based on forcebook as the main characters. the official title for this story is a secret but right now, i'm constructing the character profile and the plot of the story. this one is going to be a bit dark and sad (if i ever write it).

never the same [forcebook/office romance, fluff] i had this floofy idea while i was watching the mv for sam kim's scent. i wanted to write this one today but i couldn't find the spark in me to begin so... but i'll write it someday. hopefully!

lights down low [topmew/introspective, sharing a bed] this was another idea vomit i had after i saw a few topmew gifsets. i was reminded of how heartbreakingly adorable top looked snuggling close to mew. so... yeah.

hollow prayers from mere sinners. [morkday/forbidden love] i think i got this idea after watching ep 9. it was based on their bam bam in the ham scene. but i posted a story inspired by the scene titled once again, i'll say it whenever i can. so, this might not be a wip? hahaha idk

tell me [topmew, topboston, topboeing/angst, polyamorous relationship, heartbreak] i wrote a few paragraphs today but i couldn't find the drive to write it. but yes, this might be posted at the most random time and on the most random day so...

these are all my wips and they're mainly forcebook :') it shows how much i miss actors!forcebook that i keep writing scenarios just to feed the longing in me omo

tagging my writer friend @forcebookish because i don't have many friends and i'm just a weird potato

(anyone who sees this and is interested in participating, feel free to do so!)

#forcebook #topmew #morkday #wip #current wip #story wip #fanfic #writer na #personal #na rambles #thanks for the tag btw :)

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guttedz0mbie · 6 months

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MEET CYE

Hes not part of the lykel arc btw.

Cye can switch between his human form and Alien(natural) form. Although the transformation is kinda icky.

So how did he get to Earth?

At the ripe age of 10 his planet was about to collide with another. The impact would have killed every single alien on the planet. Evacuation was called, but in order to escape the planet you had to have a space ship (obviously). Not everyone owned one, only those who served in the space force had one. Luckily Cye's parents(who were already out of the planet prior to the evactuation for work) owned a small ship so his brother(15 at the time)took him and himself to the ship. It took a long time to actually leave the planet because many aliens begged to get on the ship by rocking it or trying to break in. Sadly the ship could only fit about 5 people max or it wouldnt be able to take off. Dahlo(Cye's Brother) didnt want Cye to see the choas so in panic he drugged him so that he would fall asleep. Last thing he saw was his planet and everyone on it seconds from being destroyed

He woke up on a shore of a California Beach. The date is October 31. He couldnt find his brother or the ship. He tried to look around for him. So he went into a nearby building. The building was a Bar who was having a costume party. Everyone was extremly drunk so when Cye walked in with his alien form, they all assumed it was some costume. Cye learned that in order to blend in he had to look like one of them. So he "cloned" the nearest person to him and took their form. He stayed their for a while and the next day the staff just decided to put him to work at the place and raise him.

About Cye

He is an outgoing Goober who works as a bartender during the night. He has no style and mostly wears silly polo shirts. He has an intrest in art and he doodles in the afternoon at a nearby cafe shop. He loves that place because its quiet and the food is banging. He also has an itty bitty crush on one of the workers their, Cole. they hang out a lot . He is bilingual he speaks english and spanish. Cye also researches a lot about alien sightings, he thinks it would be able to help him track his brother and other surviving aliens.

>Old Concepts<

Cye was originally supposed to be an angsty teen with a younger brother but ig the plot really wasnt going anywhere with that so i scratched it :P.

He was also going to have a color pallete of green and blue but i wanted him to have a more pleasing color cuz the green wasnt doing it for me.

Thats really it uhh sorry if it doesnt make any sense, im not really good at explaining things. Feel free to ask questions about him and thanks @jingle-my-jangle for the name suggestion :3

#art #digital art #oc lore #my oc art #oc info #alien oc #blue #blehh :3 #this probably wont get a lot of “views” lol #digital arwork

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feraltuxedo · 2 years

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Three Fics Tag

I was tagged by @copperplatebeech in this fun little game, in which I'm supposed to name my most popular fic as well as two "hidden gems." I love analytics and statistics, so I'm all over this.

Though I'm already struggling with the first prompt. Going strictly by hits, my most popular story is my recently completed historical AU All My Heart Is Yours. This fic is not quite a retelling of Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, but it is decidedly inspired by it. Set in the Victorian period, it's the story of young tutor Aziraphale, who ends up working for the moody and mysterious Mr Crowley in his enormous country house in the middle of nowhere. It' all the gothic angsty romance you expect from a story such as this (with a happy ending, of course, and smoothing out many of the plot points in the original story that just don't sit right with modern readers such as myself)

But with other metrics taken into account, I would have to choose my kid fic AU Fledging, which has more bookmarks and kudos, but fewer views. Fledging was my first and only foray into kid fic, and it's the story of two young single parents trying to navigate the complexities of raising preteens while also dealing with schoolgate politics, financial issues, loss, and trauma. It's much darker than many of my other stories but, I hope, in a very realistic way. And of course there is, as always, a happy ending for everyone involved.

These two are also my longest stories, and obviously it's easier for works with 20+ chapters to accumulate hits simply by being at the top of tag and search results for longer. So for my two "hidden gem" prompts, I want to highlight two shorter works of mine that I really love, but that haven't quite had the same chance to shine.

The first one is Party Policy. This is a pub AU set in a small town during a general election. I truly indulge in the political aspect of it, both with regards to election campaigning and also the general undercurrent of social and class politics that has a habit of sneaking into my stories. In this one, all of that is right on the surface and in the plot. This fic is not at all popular in terms of numbers, and I think - apart from the sheer British-ness of it - that it's because it's a sequel to my earlier (and much more popular) pub/student AU Recommended Reading. So getting to Party Policy requires the reader to have gotten through that earlier work first, and that, I admit, is a bit of a commitment. Hopefully one people think worth making.

The second "hidden gem" I want to mention is First Thing In The Morning. It's the first and so far only AU in which I've experimented with dual POV and dual timeline writing, with part of the story set in the modern day, and part of it set in 1990. It's part high school AU and part exes reconnecting, and I really enjoyed writing Aziraphale and Crowley both as teenagers and as middle-aged men, and thinking about how their lives developed, and how their experiences shaped their personalities over the decades. Cocky troublemaker Crowley becomes a responsible but somewhat anxious adult, while nerdy, introverted Aziraphale turns into a confident and successful author with a pronounced bastard side. The aforementioned political undercurrent is strong in this one, too, since the 1990 chapters are set during a black spot in the history of British LGBT rights, the Section 28 era. And while this story is very much on the lighter side, with barely a sprinkle of angst, this context simply cannot be ignored and is perhaps another reason why this gem remains a little hidden.

I tag @tawnyontumblr, @moondawntreader, and @ladyspock7

#good omens fanfic #good omens au #3 fic game

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coolbeansbuddyofmine · 11 months

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Helurrrr

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

yasmeanie <3,

well, i'll get to it then. the rainbow is answered so i'll just do the other two! i will /try/ to be concise but again, no promises.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

considering who's asked this question, i suppose the fun answer would be vibes. and i guess that encapsulates what is the most important part to me---the mood, the tone, the themes they just need to feel right to me. i personally enjoy writing more emotional, character study-esque, introspective fics which is partially from my literature background in literary analyses. don't get me wrong, plot and characters and world-building is fun and all, but i think the emotional crux of the fic is most important to me which is why my tags are less technical or setting-based, and more like 'angst' or 'hurt/comfort' which tends to deal with the emotional gravitas of the work.

i think part of this is done through figurative language, so language is important to me. i think, first and foremost, i'm a poet and that translates to my prose and my fics, which tend to be more poetic, metaphorical filled with grandeur; purple prose if you will.

so yay emotions!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

oh fun!

so i have adhd and ive been working on multiple projects at once (as per usual, typical coolbeans honestly)

and here are the final chapters of my two favorite unfinished multichaps currently (with blurbs!)

so this is chapter 8 of the office au i've been writing for f4! i'm pretty far through but im still sorting out some plot details and trying to find time to write it all!

so this is my uber-fave (and only) fiery priest fic that im hella obsessed with right now and i'm soooo close to finishing chapter 4 i just need to power through for a couple hours and i should be done.

as for my up and coming work(s), i have lots of fun things !

this is for my despised beloves strangers again the show i cant get enough and it ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. i want to give my baby hara the justice she deserves bc everyone in that show did her dirty and i will redeem her myself so be it. i said fuck canon and redid the ending as i deserve to

this is lawschool fic bc i saw something on pinterest and was inspired. it's all fluff pointless romance really.

this one i've had in my reserves since december when i watched the show and i WAS obsessed bc my man yim siwan needs to portray more green flag cuties but i also wanted horny daebeom

these two are what i like to call my sister fics. they're the folklore and evermore if you will. the sidecouple angst in two different flavours. if you've read beware the villainess, the first is like where she finally manages to get him freed, a post canon work, and the second as the title states, is canon divergence and still angsty but more adultier flavoured. more hurt.

i love love yona and yohan from beware the villainess this is them in case u dont know they are my favorite grumpy saintess queen x sunshine wizard simp

i've been really into manhwas since early last year (honestly if u follow me dedicatedly anywhere on social media, you'd probably already know this) and i have some i want to write for!

love,

rosey posey <3 (coolbeans/ro)

link to the original post if anyone else wants to ask me more! i'm finally back (proper) for the better i think <3 ask me more things im currently accepting prompts <3 !!!

#ask box answered #my writing #oh this was so fun pls ask me more

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themarcspector-a · 2 years

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wip day

tagged by: @blissfulalchemist & @blackreaches (thanks for tagging me, y'all!)

tagging: @gothamrains / @bondgirl / @thelittlestspider / @outfromthesea and whoever wants to do it.

i've been working on two things on and off and i can't decide how i feel about them

the first one is a claudia x elektra thing, but i might edit it more cause i've only recently got into writing elekt/ra and i've honestly written matt and fogg/y longer? elektra is a bit....reactive but i love her sooo, she'll be less reactive over time.

then the second is like, a more angsty piece about bb!cloud being interviewed by a detective prior to someone trying to capture her while she was being baby sat during a walk. it's for a prompt dealing with 5 important memories. tw for death and drowning. i've had this in my head since reading in 'br*ken h*rbor* like a few years ago - rhi knows this ksjfkdsf - and just never wrote down her reaction to it. it works for the m*rvel verses but like also in general her original story.

homegirl's just been on my mind lately skjfhjdsf

tw: canon typical violence

Typically she’s a shadow at big parties like these. Due to her upbringing with the Daviaus' and Delphine's assistance growing up, she’s always had a way with being able to blend in to the point where she’s unnoticed - unseen - even when she’s dressed to the nines.

The fact that she and Elektra are working together on this makes it hard though, since Elektra has a habit of working off script and doing what she wants in order to show her dominance. They’ve gotten far enough in this investigation due to both of their connections, but the issue is, now that they’ve got their man, Elektra is playing by her own rules and not by Claudia’s.

It’s annoying because Claudia’s always been one for talking before she does anything unnecessary, because typically talking gets answers. But Elektra is no bullshit and right to the point. Which means Claudia has to rework her entire way of doing things, and it reminds her of why she typically does stuff like this alone. It also reminds her that she's typically the one in Elektra's shoes, and Matt's typically the one in hers, telling her not to run before she walks. And well, she hates that.

And when Cloud’s finally had enough of her and Elektra's differences, she pulls the long haired woman to the side, and before she even gets the chance to say anything, Elektra gets on the defensive. ❝ It's like I ruined your birthday party or something. Stop with the faces. I'm not the bad guy here. You said this man’s part of an organization that’s kidnapping people and experimenting on them…I should be doing much more than roughing him around a little and making small threats,❞ Elektra stated, well practically spat, rolling her eyes at Claudia before taking Claudia’s hand off her arm. Claudia was unaware of Elektra's past, so she didn't really empathize with her all that much at the moment and was more-or-less just annoyed with her.

“I never said you were the bad guy. I just have a way of doing these things - a process. Talking first, then other...stuff.” Claudia looked over her shoulders to see if the man was still there as she did air quotes at 'stuff'. He was there still, thankfully. “I don’t think you’re the bad guy, okay? If you're the bad guy, I'm the bad guy, too.”

Elektra doesn’t respond, just gives another roll of her eyes before turning away to walk towards their man.

For a second Claudia thinks she’s going to let her do things her way, because Elektra is speaking and the man is speaking back to her. But then, well, then - Elektra kills him right in front of her of her eyes.

Claudia gasped and squinted, as though she's never seen a murder in her life. “We were supposed to get answers...” she bit.

"We received answers," Elektra protested. "And it's not like you weren't eventually going to kill him. You should be thanking me, not berating me."

"Why does everyone think I'm going to kill whoever gets in my way?" Claudia countered in French.

"Weren't you? Wasn't that the plan? Why you brought me and not my Matthew?" Elektra said back in perfect French.

Those few words make Claudia stare at her blankly, not having any words to say. As much as she's fascinated by Elektra, she's incredibly frustrated with with her, too. People typically don't have a fair read on her, but this one, even if Claudia hates to admit it, is a pretty close read. She did have ulterior motive. Of course she did.

mentions of death, drowning.

“Do you remember what happened?” A detective asks her, head tilting to the side as she scribbles down notes into her long polka dotted notepad. The detective is beautiful, has curly brown hair and looks empathetic enough. She smiles appropriately and places her hand on Cloud’s shoulder, squeezing it before Cloud shutters and pulls away.

Quite honestly, Cloud doesn’t trust anyone with a notepad after having been to a therapist that tells her mother everything that she says to her. And honestly, she does not wish to speak to anyone for a long time. She wants to keep her silence, because she fears what’s to come if she breaks it. The word 'freak' etches into her mind.

So, she just chooses not to talk at all - chooses to take ‘her right to remain silent’ as she’s seen in all the detective films she watches and the books she’s read.

The woman leans forward, tries to make eye-contact as Cloud shifts her gaze away from her, but still mimics her body language. She shutters again, feeling the heaviness of the water in her chest all over again, and then she closes her eyes a moment and opens them.

“Anything at all? Do you remember what happened to Ivan? Do you remember anything about the man who tried to drown you?” she says calmly, making Cloud squint, despite the woman’s kindness.

As much as Cloud wants to say that the person who attempted to drown her, and had succeeded in drowning her older brother - her protector - was a woman, she does not.

Her throat dries up and a tear falls down her cheek instead. But she sits with her elbow on her knee like the woman does, and when the woman lifts a brow, Cloud copies her because she's a brave woman, and she wants to be brave, too.

“If you don’t want to talk that’s fine, but I know you can. I know it will make you feel lighter if you talk.” The woman pushes a piece of her own hair from her face and Cloud copies her. She does not say anything else.

Instead, she takes the notepad from the detective’s hands, and surprisingly the detective does not take away the notepad from her. So Cloud begins to draw a woman, a woman in a button up and slacks, because Cloud burned out the thought from her memory other than that and what happened to the woman later on.

Freak.

Immediately after she adds the final details to the sketch, and hands the notebook back to the detective. The detective smiles softly at her, says “Thank you” and walks away, leaving Cloud in her hospital bed wrapped in a blanket.

What Cloud doesn't tell her was the woman was after her, and that she was long past dead - little bits of dust in the wind around them by the time the police arrived. Cloud had done it, too. With her hands and...powers. That would make her an even bigger 'freak' than she already was, and she did not want to be made into a circus show, so she didn't express what had happened. She just knew she had done something 'bad'. Something so bad that she could feel her cheeks burning just thinking about it.

#noahswipstuff*#i'm always nervous about showing stuff i hoard and don't write in one sitting lol #but i chose these out of the things that have been sitting in my drafts #which is a lot because i start stuff don't like it and then go back to it

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practically-an-x-man · 11 months

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Ok so like I know Indie is edgy about it and stuff which understandable but I can't stop thinking about what could've been with her family 🥺

!Spoilers I guess for the fic!

But like it's sad! It's sad Satine was murdered and it's sad that Obi Wan and her obviously weren't able to get Indie when she was older. It's sad that they had to hide her alone on a planet in the first place! Or felt like they had to.. I wonder if their spirits(?) Or at least Obi Wan's force ghost self? I wonder if he forever feels that guilt of abandoning her...

Yeah... I thought a lot about that when I was writing the fic too

Spoilery things under the cut

So yeah, for one, it really does suck that they had to hide her on Corellia at all, even if the original plan was just for a few years until things died down enough to retrieve her. But think about it: if she grew up somewhere else, even if they were careful, eventually something would slip about who her parents were. And then she's a diplomatic bargaining chip or a youngling trained too early in the Force at best, flat-out ransom at worst. Her parents would've had a lot of enemies, and very powerful enemies at that, and the safest thing was just to not let those enemies realize Indigo existed at all.

And then... obviously that plan fell apart, but the initial idea was well-intentioned at least.

Second thing: fun fact, the original draft for this story DID have Indie interact with Obi-Wan's Force ghost at some point, in more detail than the one whisper she gets after the final battle. It was supposed to occur before the final battle, basically in place of having her captured on the Judgement. She was going to have a bit of an identity crisis after Maz broke the news to her, and fly off to where Obi-Wan's Force ghost was last spotted to have a conversation with him. I was going to have Hux there as well, since Indie doesn't know how to fly a ship and she'd want him there with her anyway.

In my head, it would've been a bit of tension in and of its own right, at first. Obi-Wan would try and apologize and explain (and yes, he feels incredibly guilty for what happened to her), but Indie would get overwhelmed by the emotion and lash out at him at first (and understandably, I mean, she was left on Corellia). It would end on a bit of an angsty note too, where she basically tells him that he was never her father before storming off. Once she leaves, Obi-Wan would stop Hux before he follows her, just long enough to tell him to look after her since Obi-Wan couldn't. It's basically a stamp of approval for Hux, or the closest thing. Meanwhile, Indigo was looking for closure and didn't find it.

(the idea here is that then, in the final battle, her reclaiming her name and ancestry is that much more impactful since she tried so hard to avoid it before)

In the end, I felt like that scene wouldn't really work for the main fic, for a few reasons.

I feel like it was accomplished well enough with the Maz scene, and having the Obi-Wan scene also might have felt redundant. Indigo's lingering trauma over her parents is a big part of her character, but there's a lot more to her than just whining about being left behind

Having them interact directly with Obi-Wan's Force ghost felt too easy. Usually the Force ghosts only appear to people when they need it and nobody else can help. Seeking them out is different, and Indigo has other people who help her get through that pain. As much as I love Ex Machina references in this fic, I try to avoid actual deus ex machinas like that. Obi-Wan is dead, there shouldn't be an easy way out.

I feel like it's more impactful not to have so much direct confrontation, closure or not. Indigo gets one whisper, and that's all she needs. Her parents have never been a figure in her life, and while she carries that trauma with her, she wouldn't get much out of seeing Obi-Wan in person as opposed to hearing the story from Maz

It took us away from the action, while the Judgement scene allowed them to keep things moving in a forward direction. The idea struck me, and I didn't think I could fit both ideas in whole maintaining the timeline of the movie decently well, so the Judgement scene won out

This answer got a lot longer than I meant it, I apologize. But you actually struck on something that was a big factor in weaving this fic together, so I wanted to talk about it! Thank you for the ask, I always love the chance to talk about my writing! I try to put a lot of nuance and detail into the characters and themes of my writing, so I will take any excuse to talk about it lol

#my friends!!!#answered asks #fanfic #my writing #fanfic author #my ocs #oc indigo

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cywscross · 2 years

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Do you have any scum villain fanfic recs? (I also haven't read it but you've never led me wrong with recs haha)

Omg I have so many, I'll rec some of my favs ^_^

Unveiling The Imposter by ladyflufffluff

While tracking a suspicious fortune-teller, Shen Qingqiu falls unconscious. The fortune-teller extracts a glowing orb from his body, telling Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge that this Shen Qingqiu is an imposter, and they can see for themselves if they don't believe it.

Alternatively, the Demon Lord and Peak Lords watch Scum-Villain's Self-Saving System.

Characters Watch the Series fanfic. Post-Canon.

[This was actually the fic that got me into SVSSS. I was reading TCF reaction fics, ran out, stumbled on this one in a collection, and decided to give it a try. Since it's a reaction fic in its early stages, it basically gave me an introduction to the canon. Obviously since it's reacting to canon, the ship is the canon one, but the current chapters cover just past the Lingxi Caves/Demon Invasion part, and I immediately latched onto the Liu Qingge and Shen Yuan dynamic, so that's what I went looking for, and I haven't managed to crawl back out of this rabbit hole ever since, rip me.]

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Keep Me Anyway by Starrs__00 [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Shen Qingqiu's been pretending that pretending doesn't hurt, because what's the alternative? The system has its rules, and he'd rather not die.

But Liu Qingge, thank god, is one step ahead of him.

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In which Shen Qingqiu is Liu Qingge's soulmate. Really. Truly.

[The second SVSS fic I read. Evidently, it was so good I officially became a LiuShen shipper from this point on.]

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The Grand Unified Theory of Shěn Qīngqiū by 00janeblonde [Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu/Yue Qingyuan]

Shěn Qīngqiū new game pluses himself into a happy ending and unlocks some premium content along the way.

This fic is endgame Shěn Qīngqiū/Liǔ Qīnggē/Yuè Qīngyuán.

It takes time for the characters to get together, but there is zero partner infidelity and very little angst. There's lots of pining, but it's happy pining. This is fluff. Everyone is happy and loving and supportive.

[THE #1 worldbuilding fic in the SVSSS fandom, it's amazing, the ship development is done well, there's found family elements, and it's long as fuck and still going. The one thing I thought I wouldn't like - the reason for an arc 1 and an arc 2 - didn't even matter anymore once I started arc 2 because it's just that well written.]

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where your love has always been enough for me by backspacedintooblivion (Evil_and_I_know_it) [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Qingqiu shook his head no, still unable to process the fact that Liu Qingge was standing in front of him, making a rescue attempt.

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“And Yue Qingyuan is supposed to protect you,” Liu Qingge retorted. “But things don’t always go the way we want them to.”

Liu Qingge comes to rescue Shen Qingqiu when no one else would, despite being dead, and things only get stranger from there.

[I got curious about Liu Qingge/Original Shen Qingqiu after I realized from GUT that Shen Jiu (original SQQ) had a lot more depth than the one-dimensional villain that the reaction fic I read had showed, so that's what I looked up next. Needless to say, I ended up liking LiuJiu even more than LiuShen. LiuShen is usually more light-hearted I think, and I enjoy it a lot, but LiuJiu generally includes the angsty hurt/comfort I love, with a very solid foundation in learning how to understand each other and trust each other and respect each other, plus some low-key world-burning loyalty on top. They're the very definition of direct opposites attract, but they're also so similar in the way they devote their whole selves to the things they care about. Exactly the kind of dynamic I adore ^_^ (Not all of this is shown in this particular fic ofc, I just got ramble-y about them lmao. I'll rec more LiuJiu and LiuShen below.)]

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i've trodden the forest by AMereDream [Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan]

Now, Yue Qingyuan won't pretend to be anything he is not. He is achingly aware of his own guilt complex and how he rarely, if ever, questions Xiao Jiu because of it. He wouldn't have been able to become Sect Leader if he was blind to his faults.

But it has been two weeks.

Two weeks of Xiao Jiu following him around, existing in his periphery, only slipping away for a few hours in the morning to teach his students. Even then he returns the moment the lessons are over, never lingering for longer than he needs to.

Presumably he went back to his Peak at night to change his clothes, but Yue Qingyuan has never seen him leave.

In which Shen Qingqiu gets a second chance, but is still allergic to talking it out. Instead, why shouldn't he plaster himself to Yue Qingyuan's side and refuse to leave?

[I don't super ship these two, but I don't dislike it either. It's pretty good.]

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Two for the Price of One by AMereDream [Shen Jiu/Shen Yuan/Yue Qingyuan]

In which a year after his first, Shen Qingqiu falls prey to a second major Qi Deviation. There are now two Shen Qingqiu's walking around - Yue Qingyuan is pleased with this new development, Shen Jiu immediately gets very attached, and Shen Yuan does not mind all this as much as he probably should.

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Try These UNFAILABLE Tips for Getting Fired! Number 9 Will Shock You by AMereDream [Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan]

In much the same way you would want to get fired rather than leave your job yourself for the severance benefits, Shen Jiu tries to see how far he can go before he is made to leave.

Fortunately for everyone, since he already knows that violence isn't a dealbreaker to the Sect Leader, he instead decides he'll just demand affection from him -- because surely Yue Qingyuan would rather send him away than let him be close to him, right?

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Abyssal Paradise by DevinePhoenix

Shen Yuan gets to start his new life as a happy fox in what is literally Hell. He likes it here, they have so many cute creatures for him to study.

However Shen Yuan is also a millennial and he will have his creature comforts if he has to build them himself. In which the best motivation for a lazy person is to put in a lot of effort at the start so they can laze off in even more comfort later. Also known as, Shen Yuan builds a house in the Abyss.

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Vision of Happiness by GT_GoldenTrashbag [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Qingqiu is chosen and given a vision of the few lives where he is happy.

The others are confused at his sudden change.

What did he see?

Who did he see?

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Easy Mode by Asymptotical [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Shen Qingqiu didn't really consider that there might be drawbacks to a system who was devoted to both lore and genuine experiences, until he was dying of it.

Getting to repeat from the start as many times as he needed to figure it out didn't help. Nothing really did, until the System offered an easy mode. He just had to unlock it, and then he could let Liu Qingge do all the work.

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voluntary victim by technorat [Liu Qingge/Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu]

Looking back at everything, Shen Qingqiu comes to a conclusion: everything that went wrong in his first life happened because of him.

Or, the Peak Lords search for Shen Qingqiu. Too bad he doesn't want to be found.

[This is EXACTLY my cup of angsty hurt/comfort tea, to the point where I don't even care too much about Luo Binghe being part of the ship. If you saw the tags on my last ask about SVSSS, you'll know I don't like LBH, the original or the SVSSS version, especially when shipped with either version of Shen Qingqiu, but that's a personal thing, I know the canon ship is pretty much the most popular ship in this fandom, so you'll most likely won't have a problem with him. Anyway, everything else about this fic is excellent, and the majority of the romance development is between Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu, plus ever since reading GUT, I really like the Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu are the same person trope, so there's that in here too. Definitely give this one a try, it's one of my top favourites.]

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those secret worlds you call eyes by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

On a mission, Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge are exposed to a plant that all but curses them to be touching each other at all times.

Except... the plant really shouldn't be affecting two alphas like that...

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hollow moon by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Liu Qingge retrieves what is left of Shen Qingqiu from the Water Prison.

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to breathe in by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

In one lifetime, Liu Qingge was little more than a ghost, watching as all of Shen Qingqiu's mistakes caught up to him.

In this lifetime, Liu Qingge would make things be better.

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forever and ever and ever and ever by pennydaniels [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Jiu saves Liu Qingge's life. Liu Qingge isn't the type of person to let debts go unpaid.

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tangled in the hanging tree by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu]

Qiu Jianluo is a ghost, one whose resentment has driven him to gain new power.

Shen Qingqiu is captured.

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running out of holy places by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu]

Shen Qingqiu is brought to the Water Prison to await trial for his many crimes.

Liu Qingge fights against the ticking clock in order to save Shen Qingqiu.

Luo Binghe no longer knows what he wants.

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hustling for the good life by Chesra [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Jiu is a simple demonic cultivator who just wants to do his job, except that white-robed cultivator from Cang Qiong Mountain keeps getting in the way.

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it’s a crime you’re not around most of the time by backspacedintooblivion (Evil_and_I_know_it) [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

“Speak for yourself A-Jiu,” Liu Qingge shot back. “I can’t believe your shizun still calls you that. Are you five?”

Shen Qingqiu pinched him again, unable to do more than that. He had dragged Liu Qingge to an empty practice field on Qing Jing, too ashamed to face his martial siblings with the great idiot tied to him.

“Like Yan-shishu doesn’t call you Mingming any chance he gets,” he hissed.

“Shut up!”

Liujiu get tied together as a measure to force them to work together. It doesn't go quite as planned.

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Absent Without Leaving by Invidia_Envy

In which, Shen Qingqiu realized what he longed for the most was freedom. Being a peak lord of Qing Jing didn't let him do that often, he envied Liu Qingge who could ditch his peak's brats so easily and go outside as he pleased.

Why did Liu Qingge could do as he pleased whilst he had to stay demure in his peak? Spitefully, Shen Qingqiu also began to leave his disciples to their own devices after picking up his last disciple to appease Ning Yingying.

For Luo Binghe, his Shizun was an enigma. A puzzle with many missing details, a sea with immeasurable depth. His Shizun is his hero. Every time his Shizun appeared, it was always in the direst situation which would be quickly resolved. Ming Fan came and bullied him? Snatching off his mother's jade? His Shizun came and the jade was back in Luo Binghe's hand.

A demon invasion when no strong people home? His Shizun returned and stopped them.

Pretty sure Shizun pushed him into the abyss for his own sake too. That's right. Luo Binghe didn't have any shred of doubt towards his mysterious and wise Shizun.

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Many an Ill to Cure by Asymptotical [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

The system abandoned him with nothing but a cryptic message. It took Shen Qingqiu days to realize that it was referring to a single throwaway line in a filler chapter.

He could have done with a bit more warning about being married.

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Purple by Asymptotical [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

It would have been nice, just once, for Without a Cure to act like a normal poisoning that didn't time itself for dramatic effect. Especially when dramatic effect involved being several hundred feet in the air on a sword.

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Hang Our Tent Like Perfumed Bells by Asymptotical [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Airplane tries to avert the plot by making sure that both Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu miss the pivotal moment when Luo Binghe joins the sect.

It causes a lot of problems, spawns another transmigrator, sets off a plot that wasn't supposed to trigger for decades, diverts a plot that was supposed to trigger now, and overall is a much better outcome for everyone involved.

(Well, everyone on Cang Qiong)

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altar by fencesit [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

By the time Shen Qingqiu notices the excess light filling the burial chamber, it's already much too late.

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The Ring by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

If Shen Qingqiu knows one thing, it’s that Airplane-Shooting-Towards-The-Sky is a hack author who will steal ideas from anywhere. Even horror movies.

Luckily, cultivators are pretty good at fighting back.

[Shang Qinghua takes a long, long look at his face and says, thoughtfully, “Actually I think I feel a bit sorry for the demon now.”]

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take a little time to reach for joy by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Liu Qingge had been fighting up close and personal – of course – and Shen Qingqiu had lost track of him a little bit. It hadn't really concerned him, because what lame monster-of-the-week could actually beat the War God – that would just be terrible writing. The audience would call foul!

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like there is lighting deep in my bones (got a real good feeling) by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

There are thousands of cure-all panacea flowers in this world; Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge go to find one.

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last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

How was Shen Yuan supposed to know the "Which Proud Immortal Demon Way Character Should YOU Marry???" Quiz he filled out would have plot-relevant effects?!

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the sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

For Proud Immortal Demon Way, that's not actually that unusual of a curse! Shen Qingqiu can think of at least twelve wives who had to be beaten in a fight before they could be married, for various reasons.

It's a little different when he finds himself in the middle of it, but it's only breaking a curse — right?

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wear it like a shining star by VagabondDawn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

It's just a little contrived magic ritual to help a friend out, Shen Qingqiu thinks. They can both be cool about this.

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one good honest kiss by Irrelevancy [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Death number Unknown-Plus-Four, they finally manage to get Liu Qingge to orgasm. __

SQQ is stuck in a time loop at the Spirit Caves. If he doesn't save LQG, they can't get out.

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Entire Lifetime (And After) by Invidia_Envy [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

In this world, to meet your soulmate, you have to leave your fleshly body and cut off completely from the mundane world of living. In another word, dying. You had to die first to see your soulmate.

Liu Qingge didn’t know what to expect when he opened his eyes after his death and stared at the same surrounding of the Spirit Cave. He was confused. He died. He never saw a ghost in his life so it was obvious that he died first, why didn’t he get transferred to his soulmate’s place?

However, Liu Qingge then noticed the two people inside the cave. He saw his body, dead and lifeless. He saw his shixiong by him, looking worse for wear. He recalled the scene before his death when Shen Qingqiu actually tried to help him and murmured guiltily, “Shen Qingqiu...”

Shen Qingqiu’s head snapped up in response and their eyes met.

Oh...

Oh no...

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buried now by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

During the incident in the Lingxi Caves, Liu Qingge ascends. When he is finally able to return to Cang Qiong Mountain sect, too much time has passed.

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Secondary When Compared To You by I_dont_know_anything_im_sorry [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Liu Qingge was dying.

They were in the Ling Xi Caves and Liu Qingge had started to Qi deviate and he'd gone on a rampage and-

He'd started to die.

He was dying and it would be Shen Qingqiu's fault.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't let it be his fault, he couldn't.

(Shen Qingqiu couldn't let Liu Qingge die.)

But Liu Qingge was already dying when he was supposed to live.

What was the cost he had to pay for Liu Qingge to live?

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sustain the weary with a sword by ectocosme [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Scorned and abandoned, Shen Qingqiu only has to wait for death in the water dungeon and mirages of dead men cannot bring him respite.

The hand on his shoulder felt quite real, though.

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The Bamboo Scholar by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Slender in form, and elegant in face. The man was strong, modest, and humble as he stood up for justice and protected those that couldn’t protect themselves. He was truly the manifestation of the noble bamboo.

Shen Yuan wrinkled his nose in disgust. Who the hell is writing this crap about him?!

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A 3-part series (plus 2 stand-alone extras, so technically a 5-parter) where Shen Yuan dies in Jinlan and awakens as a young Shen Jiu, calming down enough in his second go at it to make decisions that accidentally mold and inspire the people around him to be better, healthier people.

Except for Qiu Jianluo. And the Old Palace Master. And Wu Yanzi. And … um … I’m going to need to make a list.

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Willow Leaf by Aledono [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

As a child, Shen Jiu never considered himself lucky, but one day he received a blessing that would change both his luck and fate. A blessing in the shape of a rock; a very, very painful rock thrown straight at his face.

Then again, even if Shen Jiu couldn't appreciate the pain of the wound, he could certainly appreciate the consequences it carried. Particularly once he found out who was the one who threw the rock at him in the first place.

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When You Have Nothing To Gain (But Everything To Lose) by VermilionRain [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

After living through the original PIDW, many are brought back to their past selves. With knowledge in hand a number push to keep Shen Jiu away from their lives. When unspoken truths and unwoven lies are known can they make amends?

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As The Wheel Shatters by VermilionRain

Shen Jiu was cursed. No that wasn’t it. He felt cursed. Two lifetimes he’s lived with memories and even when he tries, nothing happens. So there; cursed. He wakes up again and in the end why bother? What was the saying; three times the charm.

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Write it on Your Heart by VermilionRain [Shen Jiu/Tianlang-jun]

Shen Jiu did not pass away immediately. He watched Shen Yuan live his life and it hurt. When he finally passed Fate decided to be cruel even more by dropping his reincarnating spirit into a similar setting. One problem; he wasn’t the only one. Another problem; there are a few trying to make amends that he doesn’t want. The last problem; an unwanted companion. He resolves one problem.

[A rarepair I think, gave it a try mostly because I liked the other two by this author, and surprisingly they fit pretty well together.]

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villainous thing by technorat [Shen Jiu/Tianlang-jun + Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

After the incident in the Lingxi Caves, Liu Qingge does not wake. Yue Qingyuan is given two options: to have Shen Qingqiu restrained in the Water Prison before trial or to arrange a political marriage and forget the trial entirely.

Shen Qingqiu is wed to Tianlang-jun.

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Fly With Broken Wings by VermilionRain

Shen Yuan has been getting nightmares since he was young. They were about a fantasy world that centered around Shen Qingqiu, a subjectively evil man. It wasn’t until he read a certain cash grabbing book that everything clicked into place. Shen Yuan was receiving memories of Shen Jiu (They were horrible and now he empathizes with the immortal) Now, after finally receiving his degree he gets transported into said book. He might as well fix this plot hole ridden shit until he gets to go back.

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What You Gain (As You Lose) by VermilionRain [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

PIDW happened with a different punishment in mind for Shen Qingqiu due to the intervention of one Yue Qingyuan. Shen Qingqiu was taken, abused, and placed down again and again. Unfortunately, for others, three people were not standing by and letting this happen.

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Spread your Wings by Araceil [Shen Jiu/Tianlang-jun]

When Shen Jiu opened his eyes, once again staring at the detestable ceiling of the woodshed within the Qiu Estate, he decided to live for himself. He got to his feet, shook off his shackles, and walked away from his nightmares, his hatreds, his resentments, and all the people who ever wronged him. He walked away from all of it. From promises broken, from people who betrayed him, from a life he had never wanted, and from a life that had never wanted him.

In one lifetime he had been a lowly, greedy, grasping creature. Consuming everything around him, ugly, small, and pathetic.

In his second lifetime his body had been stolen from him, and he lurked in the back of himself, watching as his body was puppeted, as his life was stolen.

In this life, he vowed not to make the same mistakes. In this life, he would be free. He would throw off the shell of Shen Qingqiu, Shen Jiu, and find freedom.

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Sanye-jun by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

A very indulgent fic about SY(J) as a demon lord, screwing over the plot and banging LQG on the regular.

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Meet Cute (these dorks) by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

The instant he turned to dash into the fight, Liu Qingge froze as he saw Not Shen Qingqiu standing coolly over one unconscious thug, guqin in both hands and still in a pose that clearly showed he had, in fact, just bludgeoned someone with the end of his guqin. Not Shen Qingqiu smirked and tilted his head back cockily.

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LQG finds SY running away from a sticky situation and brings him back to Cang Qiong in hopes that he can keep the man from getting himself mugged. SY is just relieved he doesn’t have to pretend to be a girl anymore.

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Courting Demons by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu/Shen Yuan]

Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu are accidentally transferred deep into the demon realm by an ancient relic. Well, the relic did what it was supposed to. That two sworn enemies were transferred when one touched the relic carelessly with the other trying to stop him – okay, less ‘accident’, more ‘sudden’.

At least the equally ‘sudden’ favor from this powerful demon might keep them alive long enough to get out of here … maybe that thought was too optimistic.

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Aka, LQG and SJ have to guard their self-proclaimed bodyguard from all the demons who want some. SY: … … fml

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The Woes of Growing Pains by CheckersXIV [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

No one has ever had a successful time acclimating to transmigration.

At least, that's what Shen Yuan tells himself after he accidentally breaks The System. It doesn't help that he wakes up as a teenage disciple inside of the bane of his existence- Proud Immortal Demon Way. He's trying to take precautions to avoid all the death flags that this stupid villain's body of his is going to get him into, but some other disciple really seems to have it out for him...

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Thank you, Bai Zhan robes! by pcysbeauty [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Liu Qingge has developed a little habit of showering Shen Yuan with the colors of his own peak.

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build yourself a castle to roam by BetweenStarshineAndClay [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

When the succubi's spring poison sends Liu Qingge into a rut, it's Shen Qingqiu who has to deal with it – however unsuited he is to the task.

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Matching Pieces by platinum_firebird [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

Shen Qingqiu can't exactly say he's enthused about transmigrating into an A/B/O novel, but for the most part he manages to ignore it (aside from dunking on Airplane-bro for his shitty worldbuilding).

That is, until he realises Liu Qingge has feelings for him - and that he has feelings in return. Still - the two of them can work out this Omega/Omega thing, right?

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bend, not break (bend me back again, again) by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

There is an age old tradition on Cang Qiong Mountain sect. When the disciples get together to spar, the winner had the right to demand to fuck the loser.

Or, Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu's years as rivals/fuckbuddies.

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so far away by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge were soulmates, though no one knew save for them.

This does not stop Liu Qingge from dying in the Lingxi Caves.

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With all Due Happiness by Mayvn [Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan]

After his car accident, the only time Shen Yuan feels truly alive is playing the VRMMO Proud Demon Immortal Way. As he joins his Jiu-ge’s guild, maybe he’ll find something more than just the ability to run with absence of pain. Maybe someone more.

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reluctant romance by backspacedintooblivion (Evil_and_I_know_it) [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

“That’s right,” he said. “I was…scared of Zhou-shibo’s reaction. I couldn’t force Shen-shixiong to choose between me and his teacher.”

He squeezed at Shen Qingqiu’s wrist when it looked like his lie was about to be caught, and sent desperate waves of ‘shutupshutupshutup’ at him. It seemed to have worked and Shen Qingqiu closed his mouth with a mutinous scowl.

In which Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu (mostly) fake a relationship.

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Lights, Camera, Action! by anlee [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu (kind of)]

Shen Jiu is a promising young actor who showed up seemingly out of nowhere to take the world by storm. Despite only being 21 and still in college, he already has a gigantic fortune and an even bigger fanbase.

Or, at least he was. Until he died in a way that would make his ancestors die all over again due to second-hand embarrassment.

He just wishes that the last thing he did wasn't reading that god-awful novel.

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you're sick or you're obscene by technorat [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

What if Shen Qingqiu had been pregnant with Yue Qingyuan's child?

Or, Shen Qingqiu's marriage to Yue Qingyuan falls apart. Liu Qingge is there to catch him.

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we should stick together by pennydaniels [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Shen Jiu is drowning on Qing Jing Peak in his struggle to become Head Disciple and then hopefully Peak Lord. He's always been good at surviving but somehow can't help wanting more than that. He just wants to make the right decision.

(In which Shen Jiu is just trying to keep his head above water dealing with his faulty cultivation and capricious Shizun, has more than a few illuminating conversations with the brothel ladies, gets caught in a sex pollen disaster with Liu Qingge, and watches the other try their best to make it right.)

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Memories Like Ghost Stories by Miss_aprosexia [Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu, hopefully only one-sided Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu, as of current chapters, there's only LQG/SQQ development with jealous/obsessive!LBH, so I'm really hoping it'll just stay one-sided, especially with the kind of trauma SQQ has]

While attempting to change his fate as a human stick, Shen Qingqiu confidently charges into a wife plot. Trapped by an evil, psychic plant, he's forced to relive Shen Jiu's frankly horrifying childhood.

This makes him confront some truths about himself, brings him closer to Liu Qingge, and sets off a series of events that leads to him to make some decisions that end up completely derailing the plot.

Luo Binghe constantly gets the wrong idea.

Shang Qinghua has no idea what the hell is going on anymore.

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Fair Trade by 00janeblonde [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan]

Shen Jiu readied himself for his appointment. The heavy, silver mask sat in its box on the dressing table, a reminder of the day ahead that kept him from enjoying the layers of expensive fabric against his skin. He didn't always bother with the mask anymore... but today's guest was special.

In the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way, there are persistent rumors about an uncanny shop, which can grant any wish… for a price.

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this point of pale light by Tossawary [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu/Shen Yuan]

Peak Master Shen Qingqiu holds his past and his present separate, and his secrets close to his chest, but his worlds collide when his past comes back to haunt him. He finds himself unwillingly brought back to a moon he thought that he'd left behind forever a long time ago, in a part of the galaxy far, far away from anyone who might come for him.

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What else is there? by ForgottenVice [Liu Qingge/Shen Jiu]

Cursed to the shape of a swan, Shen Jiu looses what little hope he has for freedom when the prince makes his vow for the wrong man.

Now he's bound to the lake unable to leave, forced to accept his fate. Until a foolish hunter stumbles into the water.

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