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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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I need my fluff🥹 can i request a tk fight between gon and killua please?

But of course anon! Fluff is on the way :D God I adore these boys so much! Thank you for giving me the chance to write them again!

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@thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13,

“Hey Killua, come here! I wanna show you something!”

Said boy looked up from his spot, watching an upside down Gon run towards him. Lying on his back in the sunlight, he wondered if this was how Mike felt as he guarded the home. It must have been nice.

“Killua? Are you there?” Spiked out black hair blocked his view of the sun, followed by warm brown eyes. He was inches from his face. “Helllo~”

The pale haired boy merely stretched out more, yawning sleepily. “I’m too tired. Can’t it wait until later?”

“Don’t worry, I can show you here.” Gon smiled, plopping unceremoniously onto Killua’s lap. He held out a hand, shaping it so his pinky stuck out. “It’s a thing me and Aunt Mito did all the time back in Whale Island.”

Killua looked at the extended pinky before looking at Gon, suspicion clouding his gaze. “Is this a trick?”

“Nope! It’s a promise!” Gon nodded, waving his hand. “We’re friends now, and I’ve always wanted to do this with a friend. It won’t hurt at all, I swear.”

Killua looked at the pinky once more. A promise? It wasn’t like the blood oaths the Zoldyck family made- no thumb biting or blood sharing was needed. Slowly, he began to raise his hand-

“Wait! Wait…gotta remember the words.” Gon smiled sheepishly for a moment, face scrunched up in concentration. Killua blinked, mid stretch and suddenly feeling rather silly. Before he could dwell on the feeling, Gon smiled.

“Okay! Ready!” Gon took his pinky within his own. “I’ll say the chant this time, and then we’ll do it together.”

“The chant?” Killua was trying not to mentally short circuit at the small touch.

“The chant! It’s what makes the promise work.” Gon nodded.

“Wait, what are we promising?” Killua cut in again. Gon hummed.

“A promise to be friends forever. Is that okay with you?” He asked. Killua felt his face burn.

“Erm…yeah. Yeah that would work.” He nodded quickly, gesturing to him. “Come on- let’s do it!”

“Right! So…” Gon shook their hands in a steady pace up and down. “Pinky swear and if I lie, stick a thousand fingers in my sides! Seal it with a kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssss~” Gon drew out the last part as he brought their thumbs tightly together, giving their hands a little shake for added effect. Then he grinned. “See? Ready to try it?”

“I’m confused…what do you mean a thousand fingers into your sides?” Killua blinked, looking at their thumbs. You mean like getting tickled?”

“Yeah! A thousand fingers would tickle like crazy! I don’t think anyone would survive that.”

“Eh, I bet I could.” Killua shrugged. Gon grew quiet.

“Could you now…?”

“Gon…what are you doing?” Killua started to lean away as Gon’s expression became one of pure mischief. “I don’t like that smile…”

“Killua~” He raised his hands, wiggling his fingers. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” He cheered as he shot them down, scribbling into his pale friend’s sides and ribs. Killua instantly reacted, shooting his arms down against his torso defensively. Bright bubbly laughter immediately pushed out his lips before he could stop it.

“Gohooohohn nohohohohooho! Dohoohohn’t you dahhahahhare!” He giggled out, smacking lightly at Gon’s hands while they pressed into his torso. “Gehehehehhet ohohohoohoohhff!”

“Why? You said you could handle it. This isn’t even 1000 fingers!” Gon grinned cheekily, moving one hand to his belly while the other continued to prod at his lower ribs. “Maybe I should get Kurapika and Leorio to help. They’d make it way more tickly!”

“Yohohohohou shuhuhuhuuhuhut your fahahhahahahce-AHehhehahahahhahaha!” Killua arched with a squeak when Gon’s fingers wormed towards his back. He shoved at his friend, one hand against his arm while the other pushed into Gon’s cheek, his laughter increasing. “Gohohoohohohoohhon!”

“Aren’t you cute!” Gon teased, laughing just as hard. He reached for Killua’s neck, knowing how bad of a spot it was for him. “I bet I can make you squeal-Ah! Wahhahahahit!” Fingers were suddenly in his ribs, making him yelp and double over. “Nohohohoho fahahahahhair!”

“Yehehehes fahahair!” Killua was relentless, going straight for the armpits and effectively knocking Gon off of him. With assassin fast reflexes he had swapped their positions, sitting comfortably onto Gon’s hips as he drove his fingers into his stomach and ribs. “This is what you get for tickling me, you jerk!”

“But yohohohohou sahahahahaid yohohoohhu couhuhuhuhuld hahahahhahandle ihihihihihit!” Gon wheezed out, not bothering to fight back as he laughed himself silly. “Wahahhahahahs I wrohohohohohong?”

“S-Shut your face!” Killua increased his tickles out of spite, face red as Gon squealed and thrashed beneath him. “You don’t know what your say-heheheheheheing!” The distraction worked, and now Gon was back to tickling his sides. “Gohoohohohohohn! Nohoohoohoho!”

“Yohoohohhoohohu stahahhhaap fihihiihihihrst!” Gon cried back, just as giggly.

The two rolled about on the soft green grass, hands attacking eachothers tickle spots as they laughed themselves silly. At some point they took a tumble, rolling down a hill and nearly crashing into a nearby tree. Gon kicked his legs just in time, avoiding it by a hair.

And sending them both flailing into the pond.

“Ah! C-Cold!” Killua squawked, scrambling out of the water and bolting to the tree for safety. Gon, unbothered by the water, cackled like a goon at Killua’s reaction, falling back and kicking his legs, sending water splashing around him.

“Kihihihihihihillua! Yoohohou’re really like a cahahhhat!” Gon wheezed, yelping when said boy threw his soaked overshirt at his face.

“Oh you- that’s it, come here!” Killua was on him again, their fight continuing, water be damned.

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By the time they returned to Gon’s house, they were soaked and chilled. Aunt Mito all but threw a fit when she saw them, fussing as she wrapped them in warm towels while she washed their clothes.

Sitting in a pair of Gon’s pajama pants and a borrowed shirt, Killua peaked around the towel at Gon. “Hey…that wasn’t how the promise goes, is it? The one you shared with me earlier?

“Hm?” Gon looked over, his own towel wrapped around him like a burrito. His hair stuck out in every direction, nearly making Killua laugh at the sight. “That’s how Aunt Mito taught me- well….” He looked guilty then, averting his gaze. “Okay…I may have changed that one line…”

“The needle one, right?” Killua asked. “Why?”

Gon was quiet in thought. Then he spoke, nodding. “Your brother.”

That was all he needed to say. Killua felt his eyes widen. And then- they watered.

“Killua?” Gon turned, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing.” He turned away, letting the towel hide his face. “Just- You didn’t have to…to change it for me…”

“Of course I did.” Gon smiled, reaching out and patting Killua’s hand. “If I can help you avoid thinking about all that, I will. Plus, if you ask me, I think the tickling threat’s far more scary. Especially if Aunt Mito’s doing it.”

“Yo-Your such a dork.” Killua let out a wet laugh, still refusing to look over. He felt so silly- crying over such a tiny gesture. But it felt…it felt so nice.

Gon’s arms came around his shoulders from behind, squeezing him softly and resting his face against the space between his shoulder blades. He smelled like a pond and wilderness and Gon. “So are you. Dork buddies forever.”

“Yeah…forever.” Killua smiled, the most genuine one he had in a long while.

Thanks for reading!

#hxh #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #tickle #tickling #fluff #they're sweethearts your honor #tickle fic #this was so fun to write ahhhh!

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me-writes-prompts · 16 days

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:-"I sense some tension...and not the friends type." Friends to lovers prompts-:

(Y'alllll I could not help myself. I had to do more!!! Hehehe. Tag me if you guys write any of these :)

The 'just friends' kiss that they have to do as a dare but they both like it and can't stop thinking about it 👀

^^ "I mean, I kinda liked it, I guess..." but then they see their friend's smug face and cough, "I didn't mean it that way!" "Uh huh."

"You know...for someone who says they like me just as a friend, you sure do blush a lot in my presence. What's up with that?"

Going on DATES without realizing that they're doing couple-y things and someone casually commenting they're a cute couple (hehehe)

^^ "We are not a couple. I swear-" "Yeah, never. They're not even my type." "Yeah, same here." (sureeeee mhmm)

Hugs lasting a little longer than usual, and it gets all awkward because they are waiting for the other one to pull away, but neither of them wants to.

Always being extra affectionate with them(i.e. complimenting, playfully teasing, etc)

Communicating using only their eyes(AHHHH)

Pillow fights turning into tackling fights into blushing messes

^^ "It's not fair though! You never let me tickle you! :(" "You have to get close to me to do that." They say with a teasing lick of their lips and a grin. "I- shut up!"

Borrowing their clothes and never returning it just so you can be warm and cozy in them and feel like it's their arms wrapped around you>>>>>

Calling them the first thing when they have a bad day, because they know seeing the other will make it so much better

^^"Hard day?" They ask with a gentle smile when they come in. "Yeah." And that's all they need before they have a cuddle session with both of their favorite movie playing and them just snuggled up :'((((

"You look at them like they hung the stars." A silence. "They did so much then that, and I can't ever be grateful enough, even if I wished to." (angsttttyyy)

*Confessing* "I...I love you. I don't know if it's okay to fall in love with your best friend, but I love you. And it's fine, if you don't love me back, because loving you has been the easiest thing I've ever done, and I'd never stop loving you even if you didn't love me back." "You know what? It is okay to love your best friend, because that's what I've done as well. And I would've never know that you also love me, if you never said it. So let me say this, I love you too." (I am deceased, did i just wrote that?)

Cue the long, slow kiss and the tears that run down their cheeks while doing so. And they lived happily ever after!

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scoupsofjisung · 2 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ texting han jisung to wash the dishes pretty please

🧸 paring: han jisung x gn! reader

🧸 author rambles: this is my first text fic ever!! i was kinda just experimenting with the format, thanks hanji for being my test subject!! i hope this was somewhat cute and or made you smile. im very much a “finding beauty in the mundane” enthusiast, so im predicting lots of my works will be fluffy mundanity <3 (i also ramble a lot) (im also in a very “babe” and “baby” mood and it’s bleeding into my writing) (ALSO OMG headcanon that hanji sends <4 to show he loves you MORE than the standard <3. what a dork) anyway, enjoy!!

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sukidude · 4 months

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I Won't Hold Your Hand (I'm not your excuse to feel human) Chapter 8 IS FINALLY OUT!

Enemies to lovers

Slow Burn

Angst AND Fluff

SOULMATE AU

come on what more do you need people.........................

#this took so long omfg but alas it is here #i have nothing to say except that i still love this fic and its so fun to write #ahhhh I can't wait for y'all to read!!!!#zukka #zukka fic #atla fic #atla #zukka fanfic #zuko #sokka

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turtleinsoup · 7 months

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You don't seem to understand how Important it is that the physics in my TMNT fanfiction make sense!

Like, SURE, the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle doesn’t apply to macroscopic objects like limbs, but pretend a portal dissolves all objects into their subatomic makeup, and roll with it please! Because HOW funny would it be if a closing portal doesn't just cut off whatever goes through, it litterally puts it in a quantum superposition and smears it across infinite possible states?? Which would also mean that everytime Leo goes through a portal, he destroys himself and a new version of him is created, but also HOW fucking dangerous would that make portals?? It's litterally. Like. Tiny black holes or something?

Which would also go completly against CANON

but also if Huesos explaination was a simplification of actual portal-"transport" it means that there are actual characters in this universe who can intercept the "travel" of LITTERAL subatomic PARTICLES I think I need to rewrite this chapter, this can't be my final take on it, gawd why did I have to allow Donnie's evil mirror version to talk, I'M??

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 5 months

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Absolutely love it when scenes work out better than expected.

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skitskatdacat63 · 16 days

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"To dream the impossible dream, that is my quest." - Prince Fernando of Asturias

+ Seb not getting what he ordered

+ the usual

Hello yes, look! It's baby Renault Fernando, isn't he so cute??? Who wouldn't want to force him into an arranged marriage, like cmon man be real. Here is the progress as usual, as well as his suit without the design, cause I'm pretty proud of it just blank even!

Okay so this is pure Fernando, innocent Fernando, before he had his apirations ripped way from him. Well not fully ripped away tbf, because that's the crux of his character: is it more humiliating to never succeed or to only succeed because someone handed it to you with concessions? I guess that's up for him to decide though ;;;

The thing I love about this drawing and young Fernando in general is how much easier it is to see his and Seb's similarities. Look how similar they look! Seb is just a bit more evil.

I think that's a big part as to why his feelings about Seb are so complicated. He both loves and hates how similar they are. From an egotistical point, he can appreciate and respect the familiar traits in Seb, the hunger, the exuberance, the pride, the ego. But also we hate seeing our own traits in other people, it's almost like turning a mirror on your worst traits and suddenly being able to see yourself from a new perspective. The biggest point here though is that Fernando turns that resentment onto Seb, as a way to clamp down on self hatred.

He becomes more bitter and resentful as he grows older, and loses a lot of his whimsy and joy. So it hurts him to see Seb, who in addition to getting everything he's ever wanted, also retain his whimsy. He, wrongly, just sees it as something that had to happen in order for him to grow up fully. It's more of a survival tactic, it started becoming unbefitting for him to have that level of unfounded confidence. That's the main reason he sees Seb as childish, immature and undeserving. He hasn't fully grown out of his capacity for whimsy and joy, and thus is below Fernando.

Well that was depressing oops! As the chibi art represents, this is probably a painting Seb got sent in the early days of planning their marriage. This is the Fernando who is still prideful, the Fernando who is still confident, the Fernando Seb vaguely remembers meeting his youth. Seeing this definitely pushes him even further towards the marriage(though tbf it's not like he even has a choice either.) Though when the time to actually start courting comes around, Fernando looks very uh different. This is both a joke about how different Fernando was in his first renault stint vs his second. But also I think he does show up very moody and disheveled, as a sort of last chance way to try and turn everyone on Seb's side, including Seb, off from the marriage. However, it's pretty much a done deal by that point.

Seb is uh, definitely confused, but I think he would be drawn to Fernando regardless. Actually, this might make Fernando even more appealing. Seb gets to push him all the time, try to break down his walls and get a glimpse at the real Fernando, if even just for a moment. Seb wishes he had more that just a blurry, vague recollection of Fernando at his peak confidence. Fernando definitely grows into something resembling his past self, after recovering from all the hurt, but there's just something about youthful exuberance that can't really be fully replicated.

Okay so about the quote. I went with Don Quixote this time instead of the typical Napoleon, because I thought it'd be funny. Fernando picks up the book at some point during his youth, and it inspires him a lot. He doesn't really see the satire in it, and comes to really admire Don Quixote's mentality, he's like "wow he never gives up! That's so admirable!" It definitely helps him through dark times to aspire to never give up no matter what. Though later Seb definitely rags on him for not knowing it was satire, and Fernando is like "wh-what do you mean satire?" But he's mentally strong enough atp for it to not cause his whole worldview collapse. About the quote specifically, there's definitely some part of him, even when young, that knows his aspirations are borderline impossible. I wonder if that part of him feels weirdly safe and comforted about the marriage. Yes, it's not ideal, but it's safe and secure. He gets what he wants, and there's no chance of anyone taking it away from him, no matter what.

I think his title would be Prince of Asturias? It was either that or duke, and I think prince fits him bettee(Machiavelli reference?) That title is currently the title for the heir to the Spanish throne. In this time period, it's also commonly used for the heir, but for Fernando it's a bit unsure. Like in real life, he's not directly the offspring, but he's still the most obvious choice for heir. But there's still enough room for Seb and his house to try to vie for the throne themselves, so it makes it all complicated.

#*btw that quote is from don quixote just so thats clear. creds to Cervantes lmfao. i explained in the read more why !#hahahaha all my lore and tags and everything got deleted so i had to rewrite this all. original post you will live on fondly in my memories #^ i was half asleep writing it the 2nd time so i hope its still good?#its always going to be inferior to me but ig it doesnt rly matter bcs im the only one who actually got to read it ha #anyways super happy with this ahhhh!!!#it was so much fun to draw. i got to focus more on the fashion and its great as well bcs renault's colors are fire #im also glad to draw him bcs i feel like ive neglected hima bit compared to the others! its been a fair bit since ive drawn him #i cant remember what else i said here haha so ill just say hope ya like!#im still happy with the characterization notes and lore in the read more so def read it still!!#and as always please inquire if you have any thoughts or question abt the au #fernando alonso #f1 #formula 1 #<- it gets more and more absurd every drawing to tag this but ah tradition ig #catie.art #boy king au #vettonso

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llondonfog · 10 months

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For the three sentence fic, how about an age-swapped Silver and Lilia? Like a human general taking in this fiesty lil baby fairy?

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme

the child was a monster, his soldiers murmur amongst themselves, mistaken in their belief that such cruel words would not make it to the ears of their brave, beloved, and bleeding-heart general. look at how it rages and claws at the air about itself, have you not seen the crimson stained bandages around the commander's arm? and it simply won't stop its infernal, fox-like screeching well into the witching hours— can you not see the exhaustion purpling the general's gaze? how could he possibly think to sleep with it in his tent, is it not still the enemy no matter how small it may seem to be?

they should have left it to perish in the scorched remains of the forest from whence it came, an ill omen that glares balefully at them all with its blazing eyes awash in vicious hate as it bares its tiny fangs as if to taste the scent of fear polluting the frigid night air.

they might still, yet.

silver shrugs off the sour rumors, lets them ripple from his shoulders like the armor he no longer wears to fall and crumble at the foot of his tent as he cradles the small figure once it tires of wailing and pounding its tiny fists against his chest, uncaring of the bruises that will surely make themselves known in the morning from the child's surprising strength. it is not violence for violence's sake, not even simply rage at a perceived enemy— there is a grief here, a maddening, consuming grief that he knows only too well.

it took no magic to curse this little one to a lifetime of loneliness, one that will stretch far beyond the dimmest point of the stars. this never-ending war has made orphans of them both, and his heart aches as he brushes the wild, dark hair out of such a tiny, fair face, creased with misery well before its time.

is this truly the future that he wishes to be remembered for?

#lettie's asks #THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN??#I HADN'T THOUGHT OF SUCH A CONCEPT BEFORE AHHHH #please.....general silver being so gentle and patient with feral fae child lilia......#in my heart they are equally as precious <3 #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #lettie writes

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a-l0v1ng-str4ng3r · 1 year

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Workday with Bo

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SFW Content. THIS DOES NOT MEAN MINORS ARE ALOUD TO READ THIS. PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE NOT ALOUD TO INTERACT WITH THIS COMMUNITY.

For those who ARE above 18 you may continue reading

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You worked at home which meant that -without fail- you were bothered by Bo every ten minutes. It doesn’t sound that bad, but when you have a whimpering dog in your lap looking up at you with those puppy eyes. It sometimes gets annoying.

You rested your hand on Bo’s head fondling his hair and ears. He began to whimper knowing you were absently minded doing that to him. It had only been three hours since you had gone online. You were currently working on a project which meant you would probably spend another five to six hours on your computer.

“Bo, I know you don’t like when I work but I need you to stop whimpering.” You ordered gently. You looked down to see the poor dog, man, thing(?) staring back at you putting his puppy eyes at work. His bright blue eyes practically pouring into yours. Once he realized you were having any of his shit his body tensed up.

“But puppy!!! I want you to focus on me! I want you undivided attention, and don’t say in a few minutes because we BOTH know that you’ll be on that computer for more that ‘a couple of minutes!’” He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. He was so jealous of that computer of yours. If he could he would smash it into a million pieces but he knew that you would get furious with him and go get another one anyway! Believe me he’s already tried once.

You sighed, “I know, but it’s what pays the bills does it not?” you continued with your work once more moving files here and there. He was beyond irritation now. He could just break that computer once more. He stood up and slammed that computer with your hands escaping the scene as quickly as possible.

“Bo? I need to do my work.” You glared at him waiting for him to release his hand on the computer. He certainly did return that glare, even growling a little. His look was full of annoyance, want, and impatience. You sighed. You supposed work could wait a little bit.

“Fine, what do you wanna do first?” you pushed your roll-y chair back as you saw your favorite boy pipe up.

“W-Wait seriously?!” He smiled ear to ear, his tail knocking things over on your desk. His heart swarmed with happiness. You were finally his now. He had your full attention. He was so happy he could start jumping up and down if he didn’t care if he would be embarrassed after.

He flung towards you, jumping on you. He couldn’t help himself. Wrapping you in his big arms he lifted you up and sprinted you towards y’all’s bed. He was now commissioning a cuddle session.

He laid you down and went over to your chest of drawers. He grabbed fluffy socks and headed to the bathroom. The rustling of machines could be heard and then your hair dryer was turned on. He had seen you do it for him for when he had gotten sick. You put the entrance hole of the sock on the smaller side of the hair dryer and got it warm.

He finished the task successfully feeling accomplished he came back to see you getting redressed in some comfier clothes. Specifically your onesie that you got to match with him. It was a dog themed suit, with a tail and everything.

“Hey puppy! You match me!” He chuckled, pulling you into a hug from behind. He showed you the socks he heated up for you.

“I got you these so you don’t get cold, not that you should get cold from me cuddling you for the next few hours.” He smiled snuggling into your neck. He pushed you and him down onto the bed once more. “Here, as a token of my love~” he practically purred, giving you the socks, smiling a little smugly. You snickered and put on the socks taking your other ones off, throwing them off somewheres in the room to be forgotten until morning.

He curled up on you; warmth spreading across almost every inch of your body. You were in between melting and freezing up. You soon rested in his arms as he began to play with your hair whispering sweet little nothings in your ear.

“Oh God, you really don’t understand how much you mean to me. You’re so beautiful, and so soft. I'm so happy that I get to have you in my arms.~” You looked up to see the blue blush of his flushed across his face, his eyes droopy laced with love. He kissed you. His lips interlocking with yours, your leg reaching over his body growing closer to him. He pulled away and looked down to meet your eyes.

He loved you so so much. He didn’t know how else he could explain it to you without making you a mess for him. Although the sight was nice, seeing you all mush for him. But today would be a little different.

He littered your face with kisses not a single centimeter was kept untouched from his lips. He could see how much of a wreck you were becoming just from that alone. He smirked. Today would be the day where he shows you how much he appreciates and loves you without making you a thoughtless mess.

#dachabo #dachabo x reader #Bo #bo x reader #Bo dachabo #snaccpop #short story #oneshot #fluff #mdni #18+#OMG THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AHHHH #legit 888 words #VERY SHORT

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gentil-minou · 8 months

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once upon a time, 很久很久以前

Once upon a time, there lived a magical boy who was lost far, far away from home… Wei Wuxian is perfectly ready to celebrate another mediocre birthday alone when a ten-year-old shows up on his doorstep claiming to be his son. This kid is convinced everyone in his town has been dragged away from their xianxia world and cursed to live as ordinary citizens in a mundane small town, and he's certain that Wei Wuxian is the key to saving them, his other dad, and their entire world. He sounds insane, but, well, Wei Wuxian likes him. Besides, what else can he do but follow him back home? (A Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time, no prior knowledge of said show necessary)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has Self-Esteem Issues, wwx is sad and down bad, Single Parent Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending

Wangxian + A-Yuan + Minor Characters | WIP 4/? | 52K | Rated M

Preview under the cut

Once upon a time, there was a boy who believed he loved the world more than it could ever love him.

He would be proven very wrong.

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Everyone loves the birthday boy.

They especially love him several shots in on Halloween night, wearing an outfit that’s little more than a couple scraps of fabric hastily sewn together in some approximation of a “Sexy Whatever”. Privately, Wei Wuxian calls it Dealer’s Choice, letting whoever he’s currently flirting with decide what it is.

It doesn’t matter; that’s never been the point of the night. Sure a birthday is meant to be spent celebrating, but that’s a bit harder to do when he doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with. It would be fine, as long as he could have as many free drinks as he could score and at least a passably decent fuck, he’d consider it a good night.

Really, when it comes down to it, it’s just another day. Halloween, yes, which makes it a moderately better one. But beyond that bit of fun that comes with picking up a pretty stranger at a bar, there really isn’t much else to look forward to. This is how Wei Wuxian expects to celebrate his birthday:

He’d saunter into how ever many establishments it takes until he finds a pretty enough stranger he can stand being around. The pretty stranger would look him up and down, dragging their eyes over his toned long legs and resting far too long at the slope between his narrow waist and wide hips. And for that one moment, he’d be the most important boy in the world.

He’d get a few free cheap drinks and eventually, they’d find their way to some back alley with its familiar stench of overripe garbage and piss. He’d let himself be pressed up against the brick wall, rough against his back; the perfect distraction from everything else. Then the pretty stranger would stick their tongue far enough down his throat so that he could pretend this day is just like any other.

In between sloppy kisses and sub-par groping attempts, they’d get his name wrong while he’d have already forgotten theirs. They’d mutter a “Happy Halloween, Birthday Boy” like so many one-night stands before them, and he’d giggle and laugh like it’s the very first time. It’s never difficult to plaster a patented smile and play pretend. Then he’d drop to his knees and let the world fall away.

Finally, after however many drinks and strangers it would take to make him forget, he’d stumble back to his basement studio with just enough awareness to take off his shoes before passing out on his secondhand stained mattress. His dreams would be fast and incomprehensible, a mosaic of imaginary maybes and a dream of a life he’d never had.

This is how he’s celebrated the last several years, and it’s how he expects to celebrate this year as well.

Because it’s not just Halloween and it’s not just his birthday. It’s the anniversary of his parents leaving their son behind in a dingy alley, wedged between a dumpster and a pile of soggy cardboard. Not even the barest hint of an afterthought, like maybe we shouldn’t leave this small defenseless child asleep and at the mercy of sewer rats?

But if the liquor is strong enough and the haze is just right he wouldn’t remember that until the next morning. That’s what the night is really for. Not a celebration or anything like that, but a desperate attempt at some peace away from this life of his.

Tonight will be his twenty-fifth birthday, and it might as well not be at all.

And then it will end, and November 1st will come around, and the world will keep turning like it always does.

But somehow, not one of those things goes according to plan. In fact, the universe has a completely different plan for him this year, it seems.