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Five [Kakashi fancomic, 72/?]
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#five comic#karaii art#i might go back and reorder this strip once i draw more sakumo anbu parts#but i've been wanting to draw sasori for ages so i rushed ahead :3#komushi is an anime-only character who was sasori's apparent best friend#though sasori was presumably using him the fact that he stayed alive for so long tells me sasori was fond of him. in his own way#for the purposes of five comic i'm having sasori komushi and yoshino be childhood friends#i figured komushi's nonstop cheer is what most prepared sasori to calmly deal with deidara's exuberance HAHA#anyway#i'll probably get into it further on so i won't spoil much but#sasori had A Complexly Traumatic Childhood that led him to develop into a very particular brand of sociopath#who immortalizes his hurts like puppets....
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spare me | e.v. & a.s.
pairing(s): poly!azris x fem!reader
warning(s): slightly suggestive if you squint, mentions of beron vanserra, implied torture/injuries, fear of abandonment, fear of loved ones being hurt, saying i love you a little too early maybe, nonsexual nudity
word count: 1k
a/n: this is more angst than fluff but it ends on a happier note lmao
masterlist
poly!azris + angst & fluff for my little celebration
Being immortal was never easy.
With centuries spread out before you like the gaping mouth of some terrible beast, it threatened to consume every one of your relationships. Each would, most likely, be as fleeting as a mortal’s life. Fragile, finite.
Perhaps it was better to end things before they got too hard. It allowed for allies where there would be enemies.
But as you gazed into the amber eyes of your lover, your very soul ached at the notion. His eyes were lit with something wild, feral in the way only a cornered wild animal could be. Sorrow lined your face as you reached for him.
Beside you, Azriel lounged across the bed, his relaxed body betrayed only by the tense expression he wore. His wings were limp on the sheets: open, vulnerable.
You shouldn’t have said it. As soon as the words left your mouth you’d wished you could take them back. I love you had been easy. The frantic patter of your heart and the pain in your chest was not. Naked and satiated, tracing circles over Eris’ scars, you’d spoken your feelings.
Azriel rested a hand on the dimple of your back, supportive in his silence. You knew he’d felt the same, but perhaps he wasn’t so much of a fool to voice it.
“You can’t-“ Eris’ words brought you back to the present. He scrambled out of bed, hands trembling as he dressed. You pushed yourself up, thighs protesting, and watched as he tried to pull himself together. You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, muscles tight with tension.
“You can’t. You don’t.”
A sharp wave of anger shot through your blood. Who was he to dictate how you felt? Even if he did not feel the same.
“Don’t say that. Don’t tell me how to feel.” A humorless laugh echoed through the all too quiet room. The hair on your arms stood up, and Azriel finally allowed himself to move up from the bed.
“You don’t love me, you’re simply interested in the pleasure I bring you.” Your gut churned. Frustrated tears built up in your eyes but you will them away, voice sharp as you respond.
“You are more than a puppet to be used, Eris.”
He inhaled sharply.
The pause was all you needed, slowly removing yourself from the bed without sparing a sideways glance at your other lover. His shadows were curling around your limbs as if to keep you safe, but there was nothing to protect you from.
Eris stood still, barely breathing, as you approached. A wall of heat seemed to guard the air around him. You didn’t care. You reached for him, cool fingers making contact with burning skin, and simply stayed there. He would not push you away out of fear. And his was so palpable, the taste bitter on your tongue.
“If you don’t want this, tell me how to un-love you. Spare me the torment of wanting you but not having you.” You shook your head. “I would fight for the rest of my life for you, Beron Vanserra be damned.” His eyes fluttered shut as your hands skimmed over his chest, rising to cradle his jaw in your hands. Tension fell from him in waves.
“I can’t lose either of you.”
You sighed, stepping closer even still. Shadows slithered from your wrists to caress his pale skin. He kept his hands at his side, fists clenched as if to keep from touching you.
“My love,” you whispered. “Look at me.”
Moments ticked by. Azriel’s shadows were wound with tension, skirting over your figures in place of your partner’s hands.
Eris opened his eyes, red rimmed and glassy. You stroked the hard planes of his cheeks with your thumbs. The faintest freckles dusted the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, and you ached to still be lying in bed and tracing shapes between them.
“I’m not afraid of saying I love you, Eris Vanserra. Every fiber of my being longs for you. I don’t care if Beron himself hears me now.” He tensed all over again, even as you attempted to coax him out from behind his mountain high walls.
“You are worth it. To me, you’re worth everything.” A few stray tears fell from his eyes, though he didn’t make a sound. In a rush, you were wrapped in his embrace, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
“I’ll only cause you pain, suffering even.”
You huffed a laugh, tangling a hand in his hair.
“That’s my choice, love. Besides, it’s not you that’s causing me pain.”
He drew away, only to be swept up in the thick arms of your shadowsinger. They were much less affectionate with one another, but even Azriel understood that physical touch grounded Eris more than words ever really did. Eris, while taller, curled into the embrace.
“You’re stuck with us, fox.” Azriel’s low voice had you quirking up a brow.
“Come back to bed.” Unable to argue, Eris allowed the two of you to undress him, guiding him back to the silk sheets you’d begged them to purchase.
You curled up into his left side, pressing soft kisses to his shoulder.
“You’re worth more than you think, you have to know that.”
Eris’ fingers laced through yours, squeezing your hand gently. Azriel pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“We’ll be free one day, fox. I promise.” You glanced up, watching their exchange with soft eyes. Eris slotted his mouth against Azriel’s, sighing as he deepened the kiss. You rested your head on the redhead’s shoulder. A dark wing rose to cover your bodies, twitching as you lightly scraped the membrane with your nail.
Azriel huffed, pulling away from Eris and glancing down at you with a teasing gleam in his hazel eyes. “Needy.” You closed your eyes, nuzzling into the warmth of your partner. Even if this was destined to end sooner rather than later, at least there had been moments of love, of tenderness.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
#eris vanserra x reader#eris vanserra#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#a court of thorns and roses#acotar x reader#acotar#eris vanserra angst#azriel angst#x reader#talesofold#talesofold birthday special
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Literally can’t stop imagining isekai’d reader accidentally appearing in Genshin but before the main story. Like, they appear right in Inazuma when Ei was just done leaving her first prototype puppet-
Coincidentally our reader appears right before Kunikuzushi is about to witness his second betrayal and saves him in a very chaotic scenario.
Did I forget to mention that reader gets to keep the in game abilities and time having a very slow effect on them ( 1 hour in Teyvat= 1 minute to reader’s body) basically making them semi-immortal? Yeah reader is op in this fight me.
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Kunikuzushi walked the streets of Inazuma, fascinated but confused by the world around him. He was all alone with no knowledge on how to blend in….
As he walked he could feel others staring and whispering. He did not like it. He was just wondering what to do next when a loud noise from the stalls behind him caught his attention. He turned around.
In one of the food stalls, a person had just fell into the fruit crates from the above set of stairs. Did they jump? They were groaning while the owner of the stall was yelling at them. They wore…peculiar clothing. In fact they looked very peculiar, so different from everybody else.
Kunikuzushi was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the Shogunate Samurai yelling “GET THEM” from the same place from where the stranger fell. Before he could even blink, the stranger jumped from the crate and ran towards him. They grabbed his wrist and continued their dash.
“Bonjour, I’m here to fuck with the timeline! And you’re included!”, the stranger declared. Kunikuzushi wonders what “fuck” means but with the shogunate samurai on his tail he decides to focus on running instead.
“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He was confused and mildly scared that a random stranger just appeared out of nowhere decides to kidnap him.
“NO TIME FOR THAT HONEY JUST HANG ON!”
“???”
Ah, he hadn’t noticed that they are running into a dead end that is a massive wall. The stranger was unfazed tho.
Without stopping, they swooped him up bridal style and JUMPED onto a roof beside them. But because of the samurai still after them, they proceeded to parkour out of the city with Kunikuzushi still in their arms. The lad was screaming the whole time lol.
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The duo managed to escape the city and reach Chinju forest. The stranger panted for air and carefully let Kunikuzushi down. He scooted a good distance away when they did.
Exhausted, the stranger crotched down in front of him, still breathing loudly.
“W-who are you and why did you kidnap me??” Kunikuzushi fearfully asked again, but this this time there were a few sparks of electro around him…
Better start explaining.
“Listen pal, you don’t have to be scared. I ain’t gonna hurt you-“
“Then why did you kidnap me!”
“As I said, I’m not gonna hurt you. If I wanted so then I could have done it the way here.” The stranger replied with a poker face. Kunikuzushi gulped.
“Well then why were you being chased a-and…why did you kidnap me…?”
The stranger huffed and sat down.
“Guess I better explain it to you then…” they met his eyes, he was cautious. Speak wisely.
“*Ahem* Uh…well..you see…” He was staring intently. Don’t slip up about the game’s story or anything about the whole game in fact.
“I’m your…uh…guardian-“
“Guardian?”
“Uh- angel!”
“Guardian angel?” He tilted his head curiously.
“NO! I mean- I’m definitely anything but an angel h-haha..”
“You’re a d-demon?” His fear was back.
“NO NO! I’m uh…your guardian…” they looked into his eyes. And then finally spoke.
“FRIEND!”
“…..??”
“…I’m your guardian friend!”
A very awkward silence rung into ears. He stared. For a good few seconds until…
“You’re my…guardian friend?” He asked, a small curiosity in his eyes.
“YES! I mean- yeah, pretty much.” They smiled.
“B-but…is it normal for friends to kidnap each other??”
Fuck.
How are they going to explain that?
Well, worth a shot.
They took a deep breath and-
“Well you see…guardian friends are very special creatures. They are barely seen in Teyvat. And when the samurai saw me, they thought I was some sort of immigrant and tried to arrest me. I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you normally-“
“How do I know you are my guardian friend? Or how do I know if they actually exist and you’re not some crazy person? And what even was that “fucking with timeline” thing?” He was cautious again but the curiosity never left his eyes.
The stranger smirked. Time to put that in game knowledge in use, eh?
“I’m a person from the future version of Teyvat. Every once a while. Special people are chosen to time travel back into time to do whatever they want. I chose to be your guardian friend because you definitely need one. How would you explain my attire?” The stranger began explaining but Kunikuzushi had his doubts. He was about to interrupt when-
“I also know you like the back of my hand Kunikuzushi.”
He froze. The stranger continued.
“Let’s see, made as a prototype puppet for gnosis but-“
“OKAY OKAY I BELIEVE YOU” He quickly stopped them.
“Heh, you do?” The amused stranger raised an eyebrow.
“Y-yeah…but tell me, what do guardian friends do? I’ve never heard of them.”
With that question the stranger started giggling. Kunikuzushi tilted his head. Did he ask something weird? The stranger got up and with a cheerful smile,
“Ohohoho! That’s simple my friend! Guardian friends are just like guardian angels but more fun!”
“More….fun…?”
“Yep, we basically guide you and all but also provide company. Like a partner in your shenanigans. A friend! An amigo! A chum! A family!”
“A…family..?” He asked confused.
“Oh…do you not know what a family is?”
“No. What is a family?”
The stranger sighed with a small smile and offered him a hand. He was hesitant for a second but took it.
“Join me for a walk buddy, I’ll explain everything.”
He nodded and they strolled around the forest, hand in hand.
“A family is a special person, or a group of people. Don’t matter if human or animal.” The stranger plucked a flower and tucked it in his hair.
“They feel familiar. They feel comfortable. Like the warmth of a small flame.”
A few crytalflies fluttered overhead.
“No matter what happens you can always return to them. They are your home, somewhere you can rest when you are tired of the world.”
“…Do I have a family?”
“Not yet, but you do have a friend.”
“Can friends be family..?”
“They can.”
“So are you my family?”
“That is up to you to accept me as one.”
…..
A comfortable silence was enjoyed as the two friends sat underneath a tree, watching the glowing plants and creatures of the forest.
“I never got your name.”
“It’s y/n.”
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BONUS
Kunikuzushi: Y/n what does “fuck” mean?
Y/n: *chokes on air*
Also here is part 2
#genshin scara#genshin impact#scaramouche#kunikuzushi#genshin x reader#genshin isekai#isekai#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#genshin fluff#genshin crack#genshin x y/n#genshin x you
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intruder part 2
Part 1 | Part 3
Description: A year has since came and went following Astarion's ascension ritual. He is no longer himself, but then... Where is he?
A/N: Forewarning, there is a brief portion detailing non-con voyeurism. Hope you all enjoy :)
Rating: M (18+ minors DNI)
Word count: 1656
Characters: ascended!Astarion x Tav
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“What do you think you will do once this is over?” Astarion’s head rested in your lap, your fingers running through silky white hair.
“I suppose I’ll just-” You stopped for a moment hesitantly, “Well, I’ll just follow you. I’ll follow you wherever you go. Whatever that entails.”
The large tub of warm water offered your mishandled skin the slightest inkling of comfort. Your bones ached to jump out of your skin, discomfort settling deep and unforgivingly. Unsure if this was the work of cruel touches or the utter disgust you felt for whatever was puppeteering Astarion around. You stare at the ceiling as if the answer to the problem in your mind is etched into it. Astarion was in there, trapped. You try to imagine what he must be thinking. Feeling.
You can’t help but notice the similarities of where you two have ended up. While Astarion was stuck in darkness in the literal sense, you are trapped in a different type of darkness. Shrouded by the darkness of the other Astarion’s thumb. You were a plaything, a pet, a toy.
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“Eyes on me.” Astarion grunts out, buried deeply in a twenty-something human’s cunt. The sight turns your stomach viscerally. It’s not him, you try to remind yourself. You watch from the oak chair in the corner of your bed chamber, allowing yourself to dissociate entirely. The woman was beautiful.
Hair of sunshine and eyes of the vast waters, you knew of the woman’s fate. To end up another spawn for Astarion to toy with. Humans in the area who had come to learn of Astarion’s true nature came with the proposition of trades in exchange for immortality. You felt pity for her. If she knew what she was getting into, she would never have come here, indeed. Nobody could want this.
“He would have liked her too.” Astarion taunted as he led the woman to your bed, plans to desecrate the one place in the manor that you were able to find an ounce of comfort in. “Maybe I’ll let the dear old Astarion come out for a bit of fun.” Your heart sinks to your knees. The thought of another using Astarion’s body and soul for their own heinous intentions. You couldn’t bear it.
“Please don’t.” You pleaded with him.
Astarion tuts as he presses you down onto the chair. For whatever reason, he doesn’t follow through with his threat. Was it mercy? No, that can’t be it. Perhaps he simply wanted the enjoyment of watching the pain on your face while he used the body of the man you love to hurt you. Maybe he wanted the fun. You would never be sure.
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You’re brought back to the present, the events of last night spinning in your mind. Your punishment for entertaining the incident. That’s what he called it, anyway. You longed to free him, to free yourself along with him. To leave this cursed manor and never return with the real Astarion in tow.
How?
The question that had been on your mind since your meeting with Astarion as you prepared for bed. How does one free a soul from a damnation such as this? Out of all the beasts, villains, and monsters you’ve fought, none had prepared you for a feat of this nature. On the precipice of jumping into the unforgiving sun and turning yourself into ash, that was no longer an option. Your beloved needed help. You weren’t going to abandon him.
The opening of the door jolted you from your thoughts, and you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing your chambermaid. “Lady Ancunin, may I be of assistance?” You nod, allowing the woman to approach the tub. You sit up to give her access to your wet hair. There was silence as she worked the knots from your strands, only sounds of meager discomfort when she tugged too hard, always followed by a heartfelt sorry from her. “What was he like?” There was a pause with her words, almost as if she expected to be scolded. Though, you both knew you wouldn’t dare. “I mean before-” She trails cautiously.
“Wonderful. He is wonderful, Alodia.” Your eyes were glued to the bath water that engulfed your body. Lowering your voice as if someone other than her would hear, “Maybe you will have the pleasure of meeting him someday.”
Alodia nods, “I bet he was a real gentleman to have someone such as yourself.” She couldn’t comprehend why you were with him, you could tell. Someone with such a kind soul forever paired with another who may as well be a devil ruling the Nine Hells.
“Careful.” You whisper, eyeing the door. No conversation went too long without Astarion’s knowledge, not even amidst nothing but the bars of soap that clean you. Alodia understood and continued to work through your hair without another word. It was clear you were just as much a prisoner as her.
Once your hair was tied into two careful braids and an obnoxious velvet gown clung to your body, you sat in the manor’s library. With Astarion out for the night, you made yourself comfortable with every piece of literature between the walls of your confinement. The stack of books grew as the night grew darker and darker. How much time had passed, you were unsure. You slammed down the last book and glanced around. A frantic sob erupted from your chest, heaving. You laid your head on the table before you and wallowed into the oak of the desk.
You were defeated. Hopeless. This godsdamn library had every composition, novel, and prose that you could think of, and not one aided you. Trance-like, you stood from the desk and made your way to the entry of the manor. A voice briefly stops you, “Lady Ancunin, I don’t believe Master Ancunin has granted you-”
“Tell Master Ancunin to burn in the Nine Hells.” You spit back, making your exit.
It had been too long. Once you’re out of the manor’s view, you breathe in the fresh air about you. As you get further into the heart of the city, chatter cultivates. Even in the middle of the night, it was lively, bringing you a hope you had not felt for a long time. Even reflecting on what punishment may await you once Astarion learns of your absence, you deemed this worth it. Of course. You would have preferred the warmth of the sun. Given your ailment, the beauty of the moon did just fine.
Strolling to Elfsong Tavern, you hummed an incandescent tune to yourself. My, this must have been the most airy you’ve felt in just shy of a year. The little bit of gold you managed to snag from Astarion’s stash may have just been enough to get you a drink and, if lucky, a room. You knew it was only a matter of time before he came looking for you. Maybe you’ll be banished to the dungeon. You didn’t allow yourself the time to think too hard. You approach the barkeep, looking at the selection behind him. “Wine? Have you got red wine?” You were a tad rusty in the socialization department.
The man behind the counter chuckles, “We do indeed.” He retrieves a bottle from behind the counter, preparing a glass. “What troubles you?” He inquires as you watch the red liquid spout into spotless glass.
“Whatever could you mean?” Your lips are pursed, accepting the drink as he offers it. You dig into your coin purse, “How much do I owe?”
“On the house.” He smiles. Alas, it would be warmer without the pity that lies so evident beneath the surface. You’d forgotten how ill you must have looked. Astarion’s words played over in your head.
“Gods, what has he done to you?”
“Alan Alyth.” The man offers. An introduction? It had been well over a year since you had the pleasure of introducing yourself.
“Tav Carmine.” You return before making your way to an empty table in the corner of the lightly occupied room. You bring the glass to your lips, and the dry liquid soothes your nerves for the time being. I will enjoy this, you thought to yourself.
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“Gods, you’re beautiful.” Astarion declares, his fingertips gliding across the delicate skin of your hipbone, up to your chest, cupping your exposed breast in his hand. His thumb moves in careful circles around your nipple. He sits upon his knees, watching the way your body reacts to even the smallest of his touch. His other hand moves comfortably onto your cheek, almost as if he’s relishing in the warmth that radiates from your body.
“You’ve only told me fifty times today. Are you feeling alright?” You teased, welcoming his cool touch across your eager body. His head dips, meeting your lips lovingly. One of your hands knots gently into his hair, and you shift so a leg rests on either side of his toned body.
“I suppose I’ll have to work on it tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll be making love to said beautiful woman.” His words are a prayer against your lips, and your heart flutters against your ribcage.
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“I’ve been expecting you.”
The unknown voice causes your head to snap up in attention. “I’m sorry, have we met?” You try to recall the face, maybe someone you became acquainted with during one of many adventures, but you just cannot place them. You tip the glass to your lips, eyes never leaving the stranger in front of you.
“I don’t believe we have.” They helped themselves to the chair across from you. “I believe I can help you. I know what ails you.” The man is older, with brown hair peppered in grey roots. His eyes radiate a sort of enthusiasm.
“You couldn’t possibly know what ails me.” You chortle, though the sarcasm is evident in your laugh.
“Everything has led you straight to me. Try me.”
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#ascended!astarion x tav#ascended!astarion x reader#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#astarion#x reader#bg3#reader insert#ascended astarion
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The Creepypasta Masterlist, Volume 2
I don't think this needs any introductions, but welcome to volume 2 of the creepypasta masterlist! here you will find even more links to more of my writing!
as usual if theres anything wrong with any of the links please let me know!
As of 3/22/24 this list is complete!
MULTI CHARACTERS:
Hugging Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, Toby, Puppeteer, Jeff, and Ben
Jeff, Slender, EJ, Toby w/ an albino!reader
Tim, Masky, Brian, and Hoodie developing a crush on the reader
LJ, EJ, and Slender w/ a reader who looks like Clyde (Pastra)
Kissing hcs for Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie and Puppeteer
Proxies, Ben, and EJ x reader w/ Albinism
LJ, Jeff, and Ben w/ a reader who has a perma smile
LJ, EJ, and Slender x reader who bottles up emotions
Reader meets LJ, Slender, and Ben
Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie, Toby, Jeff, Ben, and Puppeteer comforting the reader
LJ, EJ, Hoodie x reader who misses them and steals their clothes
EJ, Slender and Jeff as dads/dad figures
Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie, Toby, Jeff, Ben, Puppeteer on valentines w/ the reader
Slender, Splendor, and EJ visiting an old playground w/ the reader
Masky, Hoodie, and EJ when the reader wants their masks
Flirting w/ Masky and Hoodie
Slenderman, Splendorman, Masky, and Puppeteer x reader who steals their clothing
Slenderman, Masky, and Hoodie x quiet but sweet!preteen!reader (platonic)
Splendorman, Puppeteer, and Hoodie w/ a reader who got stood up on Valentine's day
Tim, Masky, and EJ x mother hen!hypocrite!reader
The proxies x reader who has a ballerina fighting style
SLENDERMAN:
Reader who hugs and kisses his tentacles
Celebrating christmas
Flirting w/ Slenderman
Getting into an argument w/ Slenderman
SPLENDORMAN:
Splendorman x gloomy!reader
Flirting w/ Splendorman
Arguments w/ Splendorman
Splendorman x quiet!shy!reader
EYELESS JACK:
EJ x stoic!reader whos only nice to him
Flirting w/ EJ
Aftermath of EJ accidentally hurting the reader
EJ x demon!reader who feeds off of emotion
Hunted (EJ x reader being tracked down by the cult)
EJ x reader who gets cuteness aggression
EJ interacting with his past self
EJs thoughts on the readers looks
Prince!EJ x Maiden!reader
More general EJ hcs
EJ x girly!childish!cheerful!reader
Reader telling him they love him
Eyeless Jack x gloomy!reader
Shut In (one shot fic)
EJ x reader who is stuck in a timeloop
Valentine's w/ EJ
EJ celebrating the readers birthday
Prompts 2 and 14 w/ EJ
Prompts 15 and 6 w/ EJ
EJ x immortal reader
Prompt 41 with EJ
LAUGHING JACK:
Haunted House attraction
Lj x reader who has BPD and has him as her FP
Flirting w/ LJ
LJ x possessive!reader
Cuddling w/ LJ
LJ comforting the reader + gift giving hcs
LJ x cheerful!girly!reader
LJ x Baker!reader
Arguing w/ Laughing Jack
Holding hands
Resting his head on your lap
SFW taking a bath with LJ
TIM/MASKY:
Dancing with LJ
LJ x pierrot!reader
Masky laying his head on your lap
Reader undressing Masky to tend to a wound
Reader doing Masky's nails
BRIAN/HOODIE:
Hoodie doing the readers makeup
Getting him snacks
PUPPETEER:
General Puppeteer hcs
Flirting w/ Puppeteer
OTHER:
Platonic Toby x reader w/ chronic pain
Platonic Jeff friendship hcs
Platonic Ben x seraphim!reader
Platonic Ben x computer ghost!reader
Arguments w/ Jeff the Killer (platonic)
Jeff the Killer cutting the readers hair (platonic)
Eyeless Jack and Laughing Jack dynamic
General dynamics and relationships
Platonic jeff x kid!reader
Platonic H I J with Toby
R T Y with toby but its the platonic alphabet
W T P with Jeff but it's the platonic alphabet
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#slenderman x reader#slenderman x you#splendorman x reader#splendorman x you#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack x you#laughing jack x reader#laughing jack x you#masky x reader#masky x you#hoodie x reader#hoodie x you#ticci toby x reader#ticci toby x you#jeff the killer x reader#jeff the killer x you#ben drowned x reader#ben drowned x you#zalgo x reader#zalgo x you#puppeteer x reader#puppeteer x you
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Can we get a best friend charlie who stalks us and somnophilia
i'm not sure if this is you submitting a request for an actual, official fic or not, but if it is, just know that at the moment, i do not take such requests. the most i will do is share some thoughts on it/write something as long as i see fit. but if the latter is what you were interested in when you sent this in, then absolutely!
WRITTEN WITH FEM/AFAB READER IN MIND.
see, stalker charlie walker who also doubles as your best friend is so POSSIBLE. in his brain, you're a pretty girl who genuinely cares about him beyond the plastic facade of feigned concern he's often regarded with whenever someone "accidentally" bumps into him or spills water on his shoes. you actually give him the time of day and believe that all of his rambling and cinematic knowledge are worth listening to.
after discovering kirby's intention of stringing him along like a puppet for fun, he couldn't afford to push your friendship into flirtatious territory. he'd risk losing you or opening the door to another round of disappointment, neither of which he believed he could handle. so, what did it matter that he frequently stole glances at you during class and often admired your profile instead of following along in the class textbook? what did it matter that when he would sit next to you, he would be painfully conscious of your proximity and get excited every time you called his name or turned to face him in such close quarters? what did it matter that he was utterly infatuated with you?
you trusted him. he couldn't just betray the foundation of your friendship and drop his feelings for you in your lap. he couldn't exactly ghost you, either. the only option left was to keep his feelings bottled up and only indulge them behind your back, which, he supposes, was still betrayal in a way. he couldn't imagine you regarding him with anything other than friendly intentions. surely, you'd feel disgusted if you found out how he really felt about you and that this "platonic" relationship wasn't actually platonic at all. but, in his eyes, all that meant was that you simply couldn't find out. what you didn't know couldn't possibly hurt you, right?
it's the excuse he would use to justify his behavior whenever he would tail you from place to place without your knowledge. the way you carried yourself was so enticing. what if some other guy felt the same and approached you and got too pushy? what if someone tried to kidnap you? what if someone hassled you for money? he just wanted to make sure you were safe, that was all. after all, isn't that what a good friend would want?
but soon, the basic stalking evolved into photographing. he was already seeing everything in person, so what was the harm in immortalizing a few moments for his own personal memories? pictures of you eating, pictures of you walking home, pictures of you smiling to another girl as you complimented her dress, pictures centered on your chest or ass whenever you bent down or leaned forward on a flat surface, pictures of your nude body framed by your windowsill as you changed from outfit to outfit.
cartridge after cartridge, shoebox after shoebox, the few photos multiplied. some even ended up gripped tightly between his trembling fingers and spattered with sticky strings of white during the nights he missed your presence a bit extra, a secret that always left him flushed with shame when he descended from his blissful high and his mind cleared. but did he stop? of course not. sure, he tried. sure, the guilt began to eat at him when he had to face you the following day with the image of your smile striped with cum etched into his brain. but each attempt ended up being fruitless, and the guilt never lasted as long as it probably should have.
he knew everything about you--your likes, your dislikes, where you'd go after school, what your go-to orders for different restaurants were, how you preferred to be touched . . . everything. and he would sit there, secretive smiles shrouded behind a veil of innocence and attentiveness, as he listened to you chatter away about what you did the night before. he already knew, of course. nobody knew you better than he did.
but that's the thing about making excuses--the more you make, the easier it is for them to snowball in severity. charlie walker was a textbook example. following you home turned into nonconsensual photographing, which in turn transformed into the ultimate violation of your boundaries. he lurked outside your window, camouflaged by the darkness and shrubbery, heart pounding, for about five minutes before he made his move.
silent and frighteningly efficient, he slipped through your window and maneuvered his way toward your bed. you've fallen asleep in his presence before, but nothing could compare to the unguarded tranquility that emanated from you as you laid there motionless, snuggled up and peaceful in the one place you deemed to be completely safe. safe from prying eyes. safe from all harm. safe from what charlie has been itching to do to you for months.
he almost couldn't bring himself to peel back the comforter, but he was immensely grateful that he had instead of chickening out and leaving. so much of your bare skin was on display, soft and supple beneath the pale moonlight streaming in through the window he'd left ajar. the heavy exhale that left his lips was involuntary, but he immediately choked it back out of fear of waking you. not now. not when he's so close. not when he made it this far. he can't recall the last time he's been so hard, so desperate to have you. would it truly be so bad if he took it a step further? if he confirmed whether your skin was truly as soft as it appeared, if your cunt was just as tight and warm as he'd envisioned, if you would make the same sweet sounds that dripped from your lips whenever you pleased yourself? he'll be careful--so careful you won't even wake up. you'll never find out, so it shouldn't be a big deal, right?
after all, you can't be upset over something you know nothing about.
#giggling at the idea of reader being awake and waiting to see whether or not he's finally gonna make a move#charlie walker smut#charlie walker x you#charlie walker x reader#charlie walker x y/n#fem reader
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Do you have any 30 year old Toby head cannons?
(Omg yay a rare question:3 no one ever acknowledges 30 year old Toby! Kinda sucks bc I think his story as he grows up is so cool! Like man literally gets possessed and almost dies or dies depending on how you look at it. Anyway onto the hcs. There’s gonna be some canon stuff mixed in too :3)
🪓 After being taken in by Slender at 17, and continuing to kill people for most of his life, he’s become so desensitized to danger and violence
🪓 I mean he got mixed in with killers and criminals at 17 and solidified his space within them by 25
🪓 But Toby is full of himself. Cocky. Obnoxious. Cold. He thinks he’s untouchable due to his strength, being good at fighting and his CIPA.
🪓So when he flies too close to the sun and gets caught and taken into an asylum at 30, it’s almost like he doesn’t believe it. This isn’t really happening to him is it?
🪓So when he gets strapped down to a table like an animal and put in a straight jacket, it still doesn’t make sense to him. He’s untouchable.
🪓 Since the people who work at this asylum don’t really see him as human or care, they experiment on him
🪓They play in his body and mind like a playground
🪓They took one of his eyes out without putting him to sleep. He can’t feel it anyway right?
🪓 The treatment is brutal. The treatment is cruel. It takes what little sanity he had left.
🪓 Not because it hurts, obviously, but because it reminds him of that helpless feeling of abuse
🪓 He was a man now. Not a 17 year old being abused by his dad. So why was he in this helpless position?
🪓 Was all that killing he did to get stronger and to feel more powerful for nothing? Was he always meant to be controlled and abused by other people?
🪓 This is the point Slenderman helps him get out. Toby is an even more perfect puppet now.
🪓 Toby tries to let go of anything connecting him to his humanity. He believes it made him weaker.
🪓 Gets more brutal with his killing
🪓 Almost like a wounded animal lashing out, because he is. His pride is hurt. And ironically, his heart is hurt
🪓 Being in that asylum really brought back memories of his dad and how he’s one of the reasons he’s in this fucked up position in his life in the first place
🪓He’s even more pissed that he has one eye now
🪓 Everyone makes fun of him for it causing more violent episodes
🪓 Doesn’t want to be seen as weak or less than. So he uses violence to assert himself. He’s more insecure than ever about it now
🪓 He won’t be under anyone or be bullied by anyone ever again. Or be beneath anyone ever again.
🪓 Still has a sliver of empathy. In his own way, still doesn’t want to be like his dad
🪓 Refuses to trust anyone except for the people closest to him
🪓Assumes most people want to hurt him or take advantage of him
🪓 His whole life is miserable. Why is he even here?
🪓 Has tried to kill himself multiple times, but Slenderman has “blessed” him with immortality. Lucky him.
🪓 Part of him wants to stop and try and get better but he knows he probably can’t. So he delves even deeper into the violence. He’s miserable.
🪓Any healing and progress he’s made through his relationships romantic or not is completely gone.
🪓 He’s colder, crueler and meaner than ever
🪓Not because he hates the people he cares about, but he’s doing it to protect himself in his mind. He’s just terrified of loosing them or being hurt. Or his worst fear, hurting them. Especially if it’s a romantic partner.
🪓 “It’s a waste of your fucking time, trying to care about me. We both know there’s no hope for me” He tells them as he glares with the one eye he has left. And he means every word.
🪓 Pushes everyone away from him. He can’t handle the thought of his progress and the people he cares about being ripped away from him.
🪓”God, someone help me” he often thinks to himself. But he knows no one’s coming. He knows no one can save him. Despite how bad he wants it.
🪓So he’ll “help” himself. More killing. More violence. More bloodshed. More sex. More everything. Just to have control over something. Anything.
🪓 A dead man walking
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"It takes Shadowpeach literal years of living and raising a child together before they realise that they've fallen back in love" of course. Could you give more details? Like what was the time it takes between that happening and them realizing? Who fell first? How long after that until they actually do something about it or do they still avoid the subject to canon time
OK SO
Basically, at the start of the story the Shadowpeach is on a bit of a hiatus cus of the whole... Macaque being killed thing.
Macaque is understandably very upset with Wukong. Like, if Wukong hadnt shown up with MK's egg, Macaque could have darn near killed him. But he's able to put his anger aside for the sake of the unborn Stone Monkey.
Wukong this whole time has had deep festering love for Macaque, but resigned himself to grief in the centuries following his death. The joy he feels upon his resurrection is clouded by the fear of losing him again. So much so he fears reigniting their flame.
Cue them coming across Pigsy. The pig demon assumes from the shabby clothes, the arguing, and the bump under Macaque's clothes (actually MK's egg in a harness); that the two are young, soon-to-be parents needing shelter. Wukong hams the misunderstanding up, and Macaque is too furious with him to clear the air.
Basically they move into the apartment pretending to be a couple. And soon after a while, the pretending starts getting harder and harder to differentiate from the real domestic love they shared back on Flower Fruit Mountain.
Its around the time of MK's first birthday when they begin to suspect the other of falling back in love. It almost takes another birthday for Macaque to accept that Wukong is geniunely trying to mend things between them, but scars run deep.
When MK turns 3, a random demon gets a drop on the fam - I'm leaning towards a variatn of the annoying Demon of Confusion from the very beginning of Wukong's tale. The demon assumes MK and Macaque are just really powerful monkey spirits and whisks them away to be his servants. Cue the whole noodle fam, especially Wukong going ballistic. In the ensuing rescue, Macaque is... conflicted.
Here's a rough draft:
Macaque: "You didn't have to save me, you know?"
SW: "Why wouldn't I? I couldn't just leave you with that jerk."
Macaque: "Because I had your living vanity trophy on my back?"
Toddler!MK, in a sling: *babbling*
SW: "I... I know that you could have escaped. Fought your way out on your own without breaking a sweat... But when I learned that Demon *took* you away, I just... I just..."
Macaque: "Just what?"
SW: "I just... thought of how many of MK's birthday's you'd miss. How many dinners at Pigsy's uneaten. How many nights alone in bed... I lasted over 500 years. But now... I don't think I could have survived another day without you."
Macaque, realizing: "Oh..."
Pigsy, Tang & Sandy: *wondering if they should leave the lovebirds alone*
After that incident, they slowly build back up their relationship. Baby steps, just to confirm the bonds hold firm.
It would take them a few months to spit out an "I love you". The first one to break being Wukong - watching Macaque doing a shadow puppet show for MK with a goofy look on his face. He says it without warning, thinking it was just in his head until Macaque froze. It took Macaque a week to respond with "The feeling is mutual I suppose" while lying in bed.
They do hit snags later down the line. Notably SW briefly regressing back to a "find means of immortality for mate and baby"-phase the first time MK got seriously injured. And in turn Macaque hiding how much he was hurt by his death, and hiding who resurrected him + the price he has to pay for it. This also not including Sun Wukong disobeying his order from the Celestial Realm to "scramble" MK.
Until the events of "A Hero Is Born", Monkey King is pretty much assumed perma-retired after the New Stone Egg incident, while the Six Eared Macaque is presumed dead. Then the Demon Bull Family indirectly drag them back into the spotlight.
They are both emotionally constipated, your honor. I sentence them to 18 years of hard parenting and couple's counseling.
#the monkey king and the infant#the monkey king and the infant au#lmk#shadowpeach#lego monkie kid#shipping#my aus#sun wukong#liu er mihou#six eared macaque#answered asks#ty so much for sending this ask I really wanted to ramble more#shadowpeach being parents
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Hiyaaa, i have a request but it may be triggering so if you dont feel comfy writing it, please let me know and i'll completely understand <3
If possible, may i requests scaramouche x reader who's um..like..struggling? with uhm..suicidal..like..this is hard to say but like. struggling with self harm..??? uhm. like cvtt1ng on their arms and thighs and they have alot of scars from it too and he finds out? fluffy ending..?? sorry..
im going through alot so uhm. yeah. but once again-! totally okay if you dont feel comfy writing it-!! i dont want you to feel like im guilt tripping you or anything too!! its all your decision <3
But anyways, Lots of love!! 🐈⬛💜 have an amazing day/night!!
♣︎ Immortality ♣︎
You find yourself facing a dead end, and the one to help you out is none less than the last person you expected.
TWs: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, mild gore, unhealthy behaviors
Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader
Summary: Scaramouche finds out reader is struggling with their own self.
A/N: I too struggle with SH, so this was kind of self-indulgent... I don't know if it's fluffy enough by the ending but, well, at least it's not tragic either...
Blood. Your house is filled with a hideous, stale odor that spreads through the walls and shakes the core of the structure. As soon as Scaramouche senses it, his heart begins to race in anguish. No, no, please, not blood. He runs across the room with his legs wobbly, your name leaving his mouth in stuttering words.
— Y/N? Y/N, where the fuck are you?!
When he gets to the bathroom door, his body freezes. Scaramouche falls to his knees in front of your haggard body leaning on the bathtub, his hands trembling in a loss of what to do. For the first time in a long while, he feels genuine fear. Your arms are dyed a terrifyingly familiar dark red, a discarded blade in the puddle that spreads, smearing the floor. The two of you stare at each other for what seems like ages, his desperate eyes meeting your downcast ones.
— Please stay with me. Come on, stay with me.
You open your dry lips to say that everything is fine. That this is just a habit, something you do to ease the pain inside.
— What…?
Scaramouche is useless. How had he not noticed before? Your clothes always long, covering your arms and legs. Your distant, sometimes even evasive, behavior. Your fake smiles, while your eyes were filled with suffering. He should have guessed earlier. Before you had done it again.
— Y/N, I… calm down, I’ll help you… I’ll help you…
The boy's voice cracks as tears roll down his cheeks. He rips off a piece of his own robes and uses it to stop the liquid seeping through your skin, pressing firmly against it. When you ask why he's doing this for you, Scaramouche falls silent. Indeed, why? Why is he, who had renounced human emotions a long time ago, lying at your feet, begging you not to leave him?
— …please don't do that anymore. Please. — he repeats like a prayer.
**
Night falls quickly. You lie on your bed with your arms bandaged as the blue-haired puppet watches you intently, his features puffy and reddened.
— Are you angry? — You ask shyly.
Scaramouche looks like he can't believe what he's hearing. Now that both of you are more stable, he lets out an emotionless laugh.
— I'm not…I'm just wondering…why? Why mistreat your own body? Why didn't you ever tell me? Why did you…
Your hands find his in an act of consolation. He seems reluctant at first, but eventually relents and relaxes under your touch.
— Listen, I… I'm not exactly the best person to talk about self-love, but you, I mean… yeah, life sucks most of the time, I won't deny it, but you're a valuable person. And if you don't see it yet, one day you might. While you are in this process… count on me. Take it out on me, lean on me, cry with me. Just don't do that to yourself anymore, okay?
#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin impact#genshin oc#genshin wanderer#genshin headcanons#genshin fluff#genshin imagines#genshin fanfic
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20 (reader being the one dying), loki laufeyson, sfw (smut/lemon/lime wise)
Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. So how had it all gone so wrong?
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+. Romance. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Mention of blood and near death so be warned folks.
A/N: YAS! Finally! I Loki prompt! Thank you for sending it in! Also can someone say absolute devastation :3
"All clear on my end." You spoke into the comm as you gave one final cursory glance around the room before exiting. "All is well here." His voice sounded in your ear as well as from next to you. You looked up to where Loki was exited the room next to the one you had been checking. He fell into step beside you as you heard Natasha reply on the other end.
"Everything looks good from here." Natasha said from where she was monitoring from the jet. "Alright, you two head on back. I'll call Cap and tell him this mission was a bust. Probably a false lead." With that the comm went silent.
"So, how does it feel? Being in the field as an Avenger?" You asked your partner, prompting him to glance at you form the corner of his eyes, before turning his gaze to the front once more. "So long as I do not have to wear the symbol I shall be fine." He as talking about the Avengers Symbol you had very recently added to your uniform. You were proud of your status as an Avenger. It meant you were a symbol of hope for those who were oppressed or in danger.
You had explained the meaning of it to Loki ages ago.
Perhaps he thought he still did not deserve to be see as such. Not when he had wreaked havoc and disaster on Midgard a few years ago. Even though he had been under mind control, he still thought he was at fault. That he should have fought harder against the puppeteer.
You, however, begged to differ.
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Ever since he had been banished to Midgard to atone for his sins by Odin, you had seen just how much he regretted the destruction he had caused.
Unintentionally but still people blamed him.
Odin had sent him here to help. To be a part of the Avengers like his brother and fight the good fight. Keep the people of Earth safe. Odin had put a damper on his abilities and while in essence he was an immortal, he could get hurt. The Avengers had not been happy about the situation. Somehow, Thor had been able to convince them that it would be helpful to have someone on their side who had intimate knowledge about the being behind the Chitauri.
And Tony, ever the person to one-up everyone around him, had stated that if they were going to allow Loki into the mix, then it would do the Avengers good to have some other members as well.
And so you had been initiated into the Avengers.
And since you had no prior history with Loki, you hadn't seen anything wrong with befriending him.
Or trying to.
At first Loki had been hell bent on being rude to everyone who spoke to him and generally being unpleasant to be around. However, you had persisted. And soon even his lonely self hadn't been able to fight off his desire to at least have someone he could call a friend on Earth.
That had been the first step, and slowly he had begun to form some form of acquaintanceship with the rest of the Avengers. There was certainly no deep conversations had between him and the rest of them, but at least the urge to kill had receded. Somewhat.
And during that time, you had been shocked to discover that you were falling for the Asgardian.
Then again, maybe the realization should've come sooner. Given how you would spend a lot of time together when neither of you had any other engagements, but when it came to your emotions concerning Loki?
They were a little difficult to categorize.
It had taken a little while before you realized the true extent of your feelings for him. And even though you knew you had them, there was nothing you could do about it.
He saw you as a friend. Nothing more.
Which sucked, but you weren't about to jeopardize your friendship with him for the sake of your feelings.
So you stayed silent.
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You were on your first mission with him, and so far it had been going well.
Then again, maybe you shouldn't have even thought that.
Because at that very moment multiple figures appeared from various dark corners of the room you and Loki were going over. "We might be a little Nat. We got company." You spoke into the comm as your body dropped into a fighting stance. Beside you Loki stepped a little in front of you, as if intent on shielding you.
Of course, you could handle yourself.
But just knowing that he wanted to keep you out of harm's way was enough to make you roll your eyes at him in a fond manner.
"Lets see how many of them we can each take down." You challenged, prompting Loki to smirk as a pair of twin daggers appeared in his hands. "As you Midgardians say: Its on."
It was almost as if the both of you had rehearsed it. Every punch, dagger swipe, kick, dodge was in perfect synchronicity. You watched his back, while he kept yours safe. You were a team.
But more then that, you were protecting the man you loved. It didn't matter that those feelings were not reciprocated. You knew the truth of your feelings as well as the depth of them.
You threw a roundhouse kick, catching the last of your opponents in the jaw and sending him flying back. Landing on your feet your eyes found Loki. He was fighting off two assailants at once. And since that required his full attention, he did not see one of the already downed attackers pull out a dagger.
But you did. The weapon seemed to gleam in the dim light of the room. Your eyes widened in horror as the attacker pulled his arm back and-
"Loki watch out!"
You saw the dagger flying, saw it cutting through the air towards Loki's still turned back.
Thunk!
Loki pivoted on his feet, his eyes widening at the sight that greeted him.
You were there.
You were standing there.
You were standing where the dagger had been a mere second ago.
The dagger which was now embedded in the middle of your back.
His horrified eyes met your terrified eyes. A broken gasp fell from your trembling lips before your body shuddered. You jerked forward. His arms shot out to catch your limp body.
"Y/n!"
His voice sounded just as horrified as he looked. Pain radiated from your back spreading through your chest until every nerve in your body screamed with the pain. You felt Loki shift, which was followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. Apparently he had been taking care of his would be killer, who now lay dead with a dagger in his eye.
Loki's arms wrapped around your shoulders, keeping your body up to prevent the dagger from moving or causing any further harm.
A whimpering sob fell from your lips as you tried to keep the pain at bay. "Widow! We need evacuation immediately. Y/n's hurt!" You heard Loki all but scream at Nat on the other side of the comm. Nat's voice echoed in your ear but you couldn't really understand what she was saying.
A pitiful laugh fell from your trembling lips. "Does this mean I win?" You spoke in a hoarse voice, a weak smile playing on your lips as your eyes found Loki's.
"You stupid stupid fool! Why did you do that?" He sounded so afraid. And he looked it as well. You didn't like that look in his eyes.
Raising a trembling hand you laid it against the side of his face. "Because you're worth saving Loki." You wanted to think of anything but the pain. Anything but the darkness that now beckoned you.
And speaking to Loki kept it at bay.
"My life is not worth you giving up yours Y/n." He argued back, now sounding angry. A shudder ran through your body, prompting you to press yourself closer to Loki, as you fought through the pain. He held you tighter, his face burying in your hair as yours pressed in his chest.
"Since I'm dying, can I win this argument?" You asked your voice weak. He shook his head as he cupped your head to tilt it back, allowing your eyes to meet.
"You're not allowed to die Y/n. I forbid it." He growled at you, despite the tears shining in his eyes. You only smiled sadly. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time Loki. I'm sorry I won't be there to help you anymore."
Tears fell from his eyes as he shook his head. "No, Y/n, no don't say that." Your tears of pain turned to tears of sadness, hearing the absolute torment in his voice. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you Loki."
The darkness was starting to cloud your vision, and you could barely hold on to the light. "Tell me what?" His voice was almost desperate as he cradled you close.
"That I love you."
A final exhale of breath, before your world went dark, Loki's stricken face the last thing you saw.
And his howl of absolute anguish the final sound that echoed in your ears as you slipped into the welcoming darkness.
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The first thing you became aware of was just how heavy your body felt. As someone who went on missions almost every other week, you made sure to stay in peak condition.
So why did your entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck?!
A soft moan fell from your lips as your eyes blinked open. The unfamiliar ceiling confused your already foggy mind. Where were you?
You turned your head to the side, bleary eyes hardly making out the heart monitor machine that stood at your bedside. The steady beeping sound made sense now. You shoulder felt the most stiff of all, prompting you to raise a hand to it and let out a small groan.
"Damn."
"She's awake! She's awake!"
The sound startled you to almost jump to your feet, but your body protested too much and you fell back again.
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Later you learned it had been Thor who had cried out like that.
For the time being, you were surrounded by doctors and nurses, checking your vitals and explaining just how injured you were.
The dagger had managed to catch a few pivotal arteries and had nearly reached your heart.
Small miracles.
Though there had been significant blood loss, you were on the mend. It would take some time for you to recover completely, but at least there wasn't any permanent damage.
During your stay in the Hospital Wing of the Tower you hadn't been lonely for a second. Either the medical staff was around, or one of the Avengers.
All except Loki.
He hadn't been to visit you since you woke up and though Thor had told you how he hadn't left your side while you were in a medically induced coma, as soon as you had woken up he had disappeared.
At first you had been confused at his behavior, but as the memories of what you had thought to be your final moments started to come back, you began to feel a little queasy.
You had confessed to Loki.
You had told him you loved him while you bled out in his arms.
After saving his life.
What did it mean? Did his distance mean he did not feel the same way? Obviously he didn't feel the same way. But he could do the courtesy of coming to see you at the very least. You had saved his life.
So it was very quick that your sadness of not having him around turned to anger.
A week or so after you gained consciousness, you woke up in the middle of the night to feel a hand enveloping your own.
Normally you would have the person in a choke hold with a knife at their throat. But you recognized that silhouette, recognized the voice as it began to speak.
It was dark, so he didn't know you were awake as he spoke. "-fault that you're here. I should've been more aware of my surroundings." You had never heard him speak so softly before. "But when I'm with you, everything else simply fades into the background and all I am aware of is you."
You felt as if your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was a good thing you weren't hooked to those monitors anymore. "It is absolutely ridiculous that I have become so dependent on you that I cannot imagine my life without you. Banishing me here was the single good thing my father has done by me." He admitted as you felt his other hand come up to brush a finger against your cheek.
It took every ounce of your strength to not shudder at the sensation.
"I hope one day I can accept your feelings for me Y/n. And I hope I can one day no longer be a coward and admit my feelings for you as well. You deserve so much better then me and I-
But you had heard enough.
Turning your palm over you grasped the hand that held yours and pulled yourself up in a sitting position. Only for you to throw the other arm out to catch s surprised Loki from the back of his head and pull him down to meet your lips.
There was initial shock on his part, but your lips were warm and insistent against his. It didn't take long for his lips to begin responding, albeit a lot more eagerly then your initial kiss. So much so that you were nearly laying on your bed once more while Loki hovered over you. One hand was still clasped within yours, fingers intertwined, while the other cupped your chin.
Finally, you both pulled away and your eyes met. You rather liked the dazed look he had as you smiled up at him. "Maybe you should leave it up to me to decide who I should love or not." You said firmly giving him one of your no nonsense expression.
He smiled in response, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as he nodded.
"As the Lady commands."
Before fusing your lips once more in a loving embrace.
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Jujutsu Kaisen, Chapter 213 Thoughts
Besides setting the entire fandom on fire, Sukuna’s ultimate objective being possessing Megumi’s body is a twist that just makes sense considering the themes of both the culling game arc, and the manga as a whole. Body-possession is a reoccurring idea, the manga starts with Yuji consuming a finger and having Sukuna take over his body, Geto’s body is stolen by Kenjaku a body hopping immortal, Riko Amanai was expected to give up her body as the star plasma vessel, every ancient sorcerer in the culling games is possessing the body of a modern day person.
Body possession, body horror, it’s something that happens over and over and for a manga where the main theme is how the lives of youths are continually taken away and sacrificed in the name of the previous generation and the status quo this just makes sense. MORE under the CUT.
1. Mind, Body and Soul
Jujutsu Kaisen is a manga where the youth have very little rights, not just to make their own choices with their lives, but even in several case their bodily agency is wrested away from them. There are countless villains who mutilate, or even completely take possession of a young person’s body.
In the first four chapters, Gojo’s interference doesn’t spare Yuji from his execution, it only delays it. The only reason he even gets to delay and live his life a little bit longeris because he willingly offers himself up to eat the fingers of Sukuna and be used as a vessel, a task he will get no reward for because he’s going to get executed anyway at the end.
If you use the youth losing control of their bodies and becoming vessels, as a metaphor for losing control of their lives, from this point Yuji’s fate is sealed. He is no longer allowed to live his life the way he wants to, he’s given a choice that isn’t really a choice, die now, or die later.
Yuji is literally referred to as a vessel, an empty thing that only exists to be filled with something else. Yuji himself does not act like he believes he has free will or a choice in the matter, he refers to himself as a cog multiple times, he even refers to the job of collecting fingers Gojo gave him as a “Role” like he’s a character in a script.
If Gojo’s goal is to create children who are free to live out their youths, think for themselves, and are allowed to grow up into their own people rather than existing to be tools of the elders then he has essentially failed with Yuji, Yuji doesn’t want to live his own life, he doesn’t expect even to grow up, he just mindlessly obeys what jujutsu society wants him to do and only sees himself as a cog.
One of the first villains we are introduced to is Mahito, who while he does not take control of epople’s bodies, he touches their souls and warps them into a still living but horribly mutated version of themselves. e does not just do it to side characters or extras, we see him use his abilities on Junpei causing one more young life to be tragically cut short in the most horrific way possible. Junpei’s not just killed, his body is horribly violated and he’s reduced to a mindless thing that exists a few minutes in tremendous pain before it’s heart gives out.
It’s not just his life that’s taken from him, but his body as well. The next arc features Koichi, a character who is born with impressive and unique abilities as a sorcerer in exchange for a body that is barely able to live and in constant pain. Koichi’s body is not being possessed, but it’s not really his own. He’s not free to move around and be a part of the world. His body is like a painful cage with bars made of barbed wire, the more he struggles against it the more he hurts himself, every second of his existence is uncomfortable. The only way he can interact with the world at all is by puppeteering a series of fake bodies.
This is another character who surprise surprise is butchered by Mahito, as a consequence for being desperate enough to try to make a deal to fix their body so they could gain a little freedom to leave their life support and hospital bed behind and be a part of the same world as everyone else. In the origin of obedience arc we are treated to the gruesome method of how Choso and his brothers acquire their bodies, by being forcefully inserted into a completely naked and helpless man.
That’s why possession in Jujutsu Kaisen works so as a metaphor not just for the taking away of young people’s control of their lives, but also the way their bodies are violated, physically, and also yes sexually the subtext is there. Choso and his brothers themselves are the result of a woman’s body getting experimented on, forcefully impregnated, violated (once again... probably sexually) all for the sake of Kenjaku a one thousand year old elder.
Move forward to the star plasma vessel arc, there is Riko Amanai who is expected to give up her body for the sake of the greater good, literally merging with Tengen to become someone and something else.
There is also Toji who is rejected by his clan and has abuse heaped upon him, because he was born with a body unable to use cursed energy that the Zen’in Clan deemed wrong. Despite being just as competent as sorcerers like Gojo and Geto he’s no longer considered even human and refers to himself as a monkey. When Toji returns in the Shibuya arc, it’s at the behest of a necromancer named Grandma.
In the volume extras it states Grandma kidnaps her grandchildren as young children, and basically grooms them into willingly offering their bodies to her to make them into puppets to summon vessels for dead spirits. Then there is Ui Ui who has to literally offer his body up to die as a part of his older sister’s Mei Mei’s technique, he’s expected to sacrifice himself for her benefit and exist to help her even though he is so much younger than her.
Then there is the most obvious candidate of bodily possession, Geto’s corpse is stolen away from them and turned into a puppet for Kenjaku, it’s been his modus operandi for one thousand years, taking the bodies of other, younger people and then using it for their own benefit. Kenjaku not only violated Choso’s mother, created the Death Painting Siblings and then abandoned them (they are literally aborted fetuses, the child abuse metaphor there is not subtle), they are also responsible for hundreds of people living in the modern era (including children like sumiki) having their bodies taken away from them by ancient sorcerers who want to participate in the culling games.
It’s also pointed out frequently that a lot of these ancient sorcerers have basically no motivation or reason at all that would explain why they are so desperate to steal someone’s life away to prolong their own.
Pompadour guy is a walking apettite, nothing will satisfy him and he’s killed another living human being, and he’s probably not going to be satisfied by that either.
Uro talks about how in their first life, they were a victim never allowed to have a name and a face, but they quite literally have not only made someone else a victim, they’ve stolen away the name and the body of a completely innocent woman. They take another life away as their life was taken. But if they’re owed retribution for the tragic backstory they suffered in a previous life, then isn’t the body they’ve taken owed their own retribution. Which is my point exactly, these older sorcerers representing the previous generation are continually stealing from the youth, but like, they aren’t even aware of what they want.
Kenjaku, Uro, Pompadour, they’re taking for the sake of taking. The bodies are a metaphor for the ability and freedom to live in this world.
Choso himself even states that the reason he sided with the curses over the humans is because he believed that the bodies of his brothers would be rejected, which would make it harder and more painful for both of them to live in this world... which true, they’re experiments, if they went to jujutsu college they probably would have just been executed, Nobara killed them pretty guilt free. They weren’t seen as human or even people with the right to live.
Kenjaku even entices the united states and other world powers to invade the culling games in order to kidnap sorcerers, so their bodies can be experimented on by the state for its own gain. They are reducing the bodies of human beings to resources.
It’s clear over and over again, bodies, especially the bodies of young people are abused, violated and outright stolen from them by older people, people in power, even their direct family or parents for their own selfish gain.
Which is where we finally get to both Megumi and Tsumiki, and while their possession is tragic it’s almost the perfect completion of this metaphor. Megumi’s life has never been his own to begin with. He’s a human being who was sold by his father, you know, sold, like he’s an object or a slave.
The fact that he was born with the Ten Shadows Technique has just made him more or less a tool to be passed around and utilized by others, Naobito wished to make him the head of the clan because of his inheritance of the ten shadows, Toji sold him for money, Gojo arrived and positioned him as Megumi’s savior, but really he just recruited Megumi to his own side because of the Ten Shadows Technique was a useful tool to Gojo’s own agenda. Megumi, and by extension Tsumiki are children who were abandoned by the adults around them and because of that have had very little control of their own lives.
They are children in foster care with no money, and no ability to survive in this world and the people who should be doing their jobs and helping them are exploiting them instead.
These two children, with no power, control or choices over their own lives have now even lost their own bodies, both of them taken away by elders who’s only wish is to exploit them for their own personal gain... but really, weren’t they already being exploited?
Megumi was never free to control his own life. He never possessed his own body, he always belonged to someone else. Megumi’s lack of control is just a lot more literal now.
#megumi fushiguro#itadori yuji#mechamaru#sukuna#jjk 213#jjk meta#jujutsu kaisen meta#jujutsu kaisen theory#culling games#choso#kenjaku#gojo satoru
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❝MY LITTLE DOVE ❞
KUNIKUZUSHI ( PRE-FATUI ) + READER
contains; platonic relationship, spoilers for 3.1 ( the backstory ), takes place after the first betrayal, Reader's immortal, Reader is referred to as female
QUICK SUMMARY; Witnessing the archon leave her prototype in a domain with no explanation, you (for some reason) took pity at the prototype and decided— ain't no way you're just gonna leave after that.
The puppet stared at the house infront of him, the petals from the wisteria tree beside is flew in the air— giving the place a calming presence. The woman ( who had found him abandoned in some kind of domain ) beside him glanced at him before cutting the silence with her voice,
"Until you are capable on living on your own, you'll be staying with me"
The puppet nodded, silently thanking her with a small bow. She waved it off and gestured him to follow her inside, "For starters, let's get you something to eat. You must be hungry, no?"
As expected, the puppet shook his head no.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to try now, would it?" She asked, summoning a book with a simple finger snap and handed it to him, catching him off guard and confused.
"Go and pick whatever you want, dove. Though, go easy on the sweets if that's what you're going for"
"Uh.." The puppet wanted to decline, however- his curiosity peeked at the different dishes the book provided. He couldn't help but go through each page until he eventually stopped at—
"Chanpurū.." He muttered, reading the simple description beside the sketch drawn on the paper. He turned the book to show the woman and although his face was neutral- the shine in his eyes said otherwise.
The woman placed a finger under her chin, looking at his choice before placing her hand on her hip. "Not bad..." She whispered, smiling at the puppet and asked "What? Not into cake or something sweet?"
She almost cackled at the sight of the puppet immediately shaking his head, eyebrows slightly furrowed at her question.
"I see.. Then let's get to making, Kunimitsu" She called for him to follow yet again, but this time to the kitchen. As the puppet followed, he suddenly froze at the name, eyes slightly widening.
Was he given a name?
"Kunimitsu..?" He repeated, just to be sure.
"Yes, dove. From now on, as long as you're with me.. you'll be Kunimitsu" The woman answered, seeming to be quite proud of herself. Despite the fact it was basically just the opposite of the name Ei had given him.
Kunimitsu ( we'll be calling him Kuni ) thought about it for a moment. Letting the name repeat in his head before eventually nodding, coming to terms with it with a small smile.
"Then, what should I call you?" He asked, watching as the woman picked out the melons from the cabinets.
"Have I not introduced myself to you?" She answered with a question, an eyebrow raised. He shook his head and she mentally face palmed at herself for forgetting. Returning his small smile from earlier, she answered again "You can call me (Name), or whatever you like"
"Okay, (Name)" he tested out as he took a seat, continuing to watch. And the the woman didn't mind that, she was actually pretty relieved his curiosity isn't the kind to make him do something stupid.
MONTHS PASSED...
And the puppet had been quite helpful around the house, the woman admits. And he had been learning quite quickly too. He's now able to wander around outside on his own if he wants, and can cook his own dish ( some might need some work though but that's fine ).
(Name) couldn't help but feel proud of him. He managed to make some friends from Tatarasuna while she was buying groceries ( despite both not really needing it ). And he's quite good with kids too. Hell, the elders loved him as well.
Did she, a 'little' bit of a troublemaker, really helped this kid? She thought as she stitches the plush in her hands back together.
Her smile softens at the moment that happened earlier. Where he came to her and was saddened by the fact he ripped the plush's arm by accident while at the garden. My, he was on the verge of crying.
She chuckled as she finished the knot. Guess taking him in wasn't a bad idea after all.
"Mom, are you laughing at nothing again?" Kuni's voice broke the ice as he walked down the stairs with a sword in hand. Eyebrows furrowed as he held the weapon carefully. The woman lifted her head up from the plush after finishing, putting the needle away.
"Don't give me that look, I do it often. You should be used to it by now" (Name) answered as she handed him the plush, to which he put his sword away to hold it in his hands, feeling the newly stitched arm with his thumb.
"But isn't that a sign of insanity?" He asked, smiling a bit at the cat plush in his hands. The woman ruffled his hair with a grin,
"Dove, I can be the definition of insanity if it weren't for you" She cooed, pinching his cheek. Kuni didn't fight back, knowing she'll just pinch his other cheek if he did so and smiled.
"Now, you come back before dawn, got it? We still have to visit Mondstadt and their singing archon" The woman lets go of his cheek, fixing his attire a bit. ( Mix the wanderer's and the Balladeer's outfits and replace it with Kunikuzushi's color palette )
"Got it" He nods, grabbing his hat from the table near the door and placed the plush away in his bag.
And as he opened the door, he stopped and looked at her from over his shoulder, waving with a close eyed smile.
(Name) blinks before smiling back and waving as well,
"Stay safe"
Requests about this are open btw, I kinda ran out BAHAHAHA
#genshin impact#genshin#kunikuzushi x reader#kunikuzushi#scaramouche#scara x reader#scaramouche x reader#fluff#genshin fluff#x reader but platonic#wanderer
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SCARAMOUCHE // once again.
angst is amazing
I had the idea and decided to write it :3
WARNINGS: arson, some blood ig, there's a mild fight scene, also mild curse words, also a bit OOC
timeline is scara's final betrayal-present
in this, reader is an adult cursed with immortality :)
a bit rushed ehe
From the moment you had found the poor puppet in the wilderness, you had known not all things lasted forever. Kunikuzushi needed to find his own purpose. Cursed with immortality, you had faked your own death so that Kunikuzushi could see the world. The only thing you had left behind was a doll that you and him had made together.
Just a few minutes before he walked into the broken-down shack, you had burned part of the house to make it seem like your body had been consumed by the flames. It pained you to do it, but you knew it was good for him.
If only you had known what he would become, just from that.
PRESENT TEYVAT (a bit after scaramouche makes the world forget him)
Sumeru was a rainforest abundant with life, and so you had decided to leave Inazuma and move there. You were picking radishes, humming to yourself. When you heard the bushes rustling around you, you immediately stood up straight.
"Is anyone there?" You called out fearfully.
You had trained yourself in self-defence if anything was to happen, but when you're panicking your skills aren't as good as they should be. You heard a twig crack and in the split second before the wind hit you, you cast a shield around your vulnerable body in instinct. Your (preference of vision) glowed when you looked around you in suspicion.
You kept frantically glancing around you until your gaze pinpointed a particular person. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes. He somehow.. seemed familiar. Before you could put your finger on who he was, he spoke harshly.
"So you lied? I should have known," the man (or boy?) glared at you. If looks could kill, you would be dead by now.
"Lied about what?" You snapped. "I don't even know you!"
"Ha. If only you knew. Does the name Kunikuzushi mean anything to you?" He tilted his head. He seemed amused, but under that mask, you saw hurt and anger.
You looked at the ground, tapping your finger on your chin. Your eyes widened as you realised who he was.
"K-Kunikuzushi? Is that really you?" You looked up at him with surprise in your eyes.
"I no longer go by that name. It's Wanderer. I dropped that name centuries ago."
You stared at him. It wasn't possible. Kunikuzushi was always such a kind, trusting eccentric. He couldn't be this cold, unforgiving person before you. You refused to believe it.
"You're lying. I refuse to believe you're Kunikuzushi," you said, narrowing your eyes skeptically. "You look nothing like him."
"You're delusional. Or you just have the shittiest memory any immortal can have. I hope you know that the days I spent mourning for your supposed 'death' were a waste of time." 'Wanderer' commented.
You stood in silence for a moment. You then look down in shame.
"I'm... I'm sorry." You said quietly. Your eyes were starting to get warm.
Wanderer watched you closely. A singular teardrop fell onto the ground. You were crying? You didn't deserve to be sad. You were the one who hurt him, you were the one who caused this. Wanderer hesitated. But after seeing another tear fall out of your eyes, he sighed and stepped forward. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you into a tight embrace. You gasped, but nonetheless wrapped your own arms around him.
"If you ever leave me again, I will fucking murder you." He murmured. You could feel small drops of liquid falling on your (shoulder, head, chest, idk ur height).
"I won't, I promise."
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A/N: whirlwind of emotions there. kinda rushed and OOC but i got it done.
crossposted from my wattpad!! (@iexisttofly)
#scaramouche#kunikuzushi#wanderer#genshin x reader#genshin impact#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#kunikuzushi angst#kunikuzushi x reader#kunikuzushi fluff#genshin wanderer#wanderer genshin#genshin fanfic
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What if, at some point after granting c!Tommy immortality and observing the teen's profound unhappiness- hearing him plead for release from the curse gift of eternal life for the thousandth time, c!Dream manipulates him into believing that, as a powerful deity, It's capable of restoring his mortality. However, this would require a certain level of cooperation from c!Tommy... Without much hesitation, c!Tommy agrees, disregarding the suspicious nature of Its proposition, as the mere possibility of returning to his human state and escaping, outweighs the current desolation.
After a series of tests torture to prove his worthiness, c!Dream strips away a few insignificant aspects of c!Tommy's immortality (most likely, his halo and wings), feigning the restoration of his humanity. But the God goes further, fabricating an environment resembling a forest, providing the illusion of freedom to His Angel to keep him safe in :)
As for the tests, c!Dream particularly enjoys slowly and methodically crushing c!Tommy’s fingers one by one, listening to the intoxicating sounds of his agonised screams, but only pushing him further until his hands are entirely broken… He also adores breaking his bones (e.g. jaw, ribs, and legs) but his legs in particular, as every blow is a vivid reminder of the consequences of c!Tommy’s first failed escape :) :) :) On some rare occasions, c!Dream would gouge out the blond's eyes to increase his dependence on Him… He would command him to walk — or rather crawl, and be met with his expected failure. Then, He’d yank c!Tommy’s hand and make him follow Him, demonstrating just how powerless and doomed he is without his God.
In the end, according to c!Dream's plan, c!Tommy is left wounded, bruised, and weeping in misery, hurt by the “forest” inhabitants (who are merely puppets controlled by c!Dream). c!Tommy's been isolated from the outside world for quite a long period, so the slightest hint of danger or his owner's absence drive him to panic intensely.
Eventually, c!Dream arrives to “rescue” His beloved Angel, enveloping his trembling figure in His arms, tenderly stroking his hair, soothingly rubbing his back, and whispering words of reassurance :) Finally, c!Tommy pleads to be granted immortality once again, and c!Dream returns him his halo and wings, perplexing the boy as he expected further challenges torture. However, c!Dream simply assures him that his genuine remorse is more than enough... He’s quite the benevolent God and more than capable of forgiveness, after all :) :) :)
#Fun fact: Divine c!Dream uses It/Its when referred to Its divine form and He/Him when referred to Him as an individual#my c!prime thoughts#dream smp#dsmp#immortal c!prime#c!primeboys#primeboys (derogatory)#c!discduo#c!tommy#c!dream#tw abuse#tw manipulation#tw torture#tw conditioning#tw obsessive behaviour#tw possessive behaviour
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@tavina-writes asked for arranged marriage fic recs, which turned into...this. Sorry Tav some of these are just very politically plotty but I figured those also fell into your mandate! I was going for a vibe. ANYWAY.
All fics MZDS/the Untamed!
Also under a read more because this got. Long.
CANON DIVERGENCES
marry for love by tuesday (3k, T, complete)
"Nie Huaisang snapped open his fan and covered his face. "Be careful. I'll take advantage.""
50-50 cute and intrigue!
from the other side of sorrow (series) by Sour_Idealist (128k, E, complete)
"Yu Ziyuan cuts off Wei Wuxian's hand. The cultivation world changes."
I couldn't tell you the split on emotional devastation and intrigue on this one because it's all happening all the time.
CANON? I DON'T KNOW HER
The Other Mountain by nirejseki (287k, T, complete)
"Lan Qiren still couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it.
He was married.
He had a wife.
That wife was Wen Ruohan."
I feel like anyone who likes politically plotty fics is already following nirejseki but I also feel like this list would be incomplete if I left off THE arranged marriage fic of all time so.
""You want Wen Ruohan dead," the Patriarch continued idly. "You want his corpse puppets eliminated. You want his halls burned to the ground and his soldiers disemboweled and begging for mercy. Have I about covered it?"
love, in fire and blood by cicer (360k, E, complete)
He gave another knife-edged smile.
"But what will you give me in return?"
"We would be willing to offer quite a bit in return for Wen Ruohan's defeat," Lan Xichen admitted. "But I'm afraid we don't know what an immortal such as yourself desires. Please advise us."
The Patriarch waved at hand at the front of the tent. "I want Second Young Master Lan.""
¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
not too strong by fluffysocks (89k, E, complete)
"He sinks back, closes his eyes again so he doesn’t have to look at all that red silk for a moment. He takes a deep breath.
It’s done. Jiang Cheng is married.
Now he just has to live with it."
Yes this is a Jiang Cheng/Lan Qiren arranged marriage AU. Trust me. Trust me. It's GOOD STUFF.
Restoration by ritualist (85k, M, complete)
"They say he was thrown into Luanzang Gang by the man who killed his parents; they say that he is an immortal cultivator who had been in a deep trance until the Wen sect disturbed his rest and incurred his wrath; they say that he is the fierce corpse of a cultivator who had somehow regained his mind and his spiritual powers. When Lan Wangji sees him for the first time, he understands why people talk.
Meng Yao wants safety. Xue Yang wants vengeance. The Sunshot Campaign wants victory. Yiling Laozu provides, for a price."
I'm a sucker for a nonlinear narrative! I don't want to know what is happening and no spoilers you won't for most of this fic. In a good way.
Give Me A Chance To Fall by brooklinegirl (38k, E, complete)
"Jiang Cheng just blows his breath out and rolls his eyes right back at Wei Wuxian. "Stop being an asshole," he says. "You're lucky this is being set up for you. Do you know how many people would die--literally die--to get the chance to be betrothed to Lan Wangji?"
"Betrothed." Wei Wuxian rolls the word around in his mouth. "It even sounds stupid.""
The classique arranged marriage AU.
JOKES JOKES JOKES
I Started From The Bottom/ And Now I'm Rich by x_los (58k, E, complete)
"Wen Qing traps Wei Wuxian in the Demon Slaughtering Cave, but Wei Wuxian isn’t interested in being the beneficiary of the Wen Remnants’ noble sacrifice. His efforts to free himself accidentally send him back to the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign. Coreless but armed with demonic cultivation, knowledge of the future and his wits, Wei Wuxian takes advantage of this opportunity to come out on top of both the war and its aftermath—before either has a chance to happen—by marrying and swiftly burying the cultivation world’s worst men.
Lan Wangji is confused, hurt, and uncomfortably aroused by Wei Wuxian’s improbably elaborate series of Sect-themed bridal negligees."
I hesitated to include this fic in this section because it does get pretty dark and psychologically heavy but it is also. Hilarious. So!
Best Friends Forever by varnes (17k, T, complete)
"It happened like this: Jin Ling was a sect leader now, which was, and Jingyi really meant this, fucking hilarious. There were few things funnier, in his honest opinion.
Because he was young, and inexperienced, and also — it had to be said — a real shithead, there was apparently some belief amongst his advisors that the best way forward, to promote the picture of a stable, mature sect leader who absolutely did not cry at the drop of a hat, was for Jin Ling to get married.
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OR: Jin Ling and Jingyi get engaged.
Things spiral from there."
Jingyi POV from varnes is a gift. Jingyi POV trying to figure out the post-canon political landscape is a treasure.
#the untamed#mzds#mzds fic recs#fic recs#this ended up being way longer than i expected OOPS#oh well Tav i hope there are at least a couple here that are new to you!#also looking at my bookmarks it occurred to me the Queen's Thief series would probably be very much your speed if you haven't read it yet
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Purpose
a/n | writing this was a big challenge since most would probably think scaramouche wouldn’t want a child, but i thought it would be interesting to explore more of how he would work through his emotions when you told him you were pregnant. nervous to post this but hopefully it’s alright!😖 (art credits: @/Koiissaa on twitter)
warnings | pregnancy, profanity, arguing, descriptions of anxiety, crying, fear of abandonment, themes of betrayal + jealousy, tsundere scaramouche, scaramouche lore, unedited
genre | angst, hurt, comfort, reverse comfort
word count | 1.8k
pairing | scaramouche x pregnant!reader
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Searching his lavender irises for an answer that hasn’t yet formed, you desperately hope that your lover will understand. His eyes narrow skeptically as he notices how nervous and rigid you’ve become. Despite his intimidating silence, you still can’t form the words on your dry tongue.
You know how this will end. The thought is a dreadful whisper in the back of your mind, a lock on your heart drowning you in melancholic depths. But still you push the notion down like the bile rising in your throat. You have no choice. He has to know.
“(Y/N),” Scaramouche questions, folding his arms impatiently and giving you a peculiar look with furrowed brows. “What is it? You said it was a serious matter, yes? Well, I’m listening.”
If only he could feel how terribly anxious you are right now, maybe he’d understand. If he knew how sick you felt to your stomach with worry about the fate of your relationship, maybe he’d understand. The fear of rejection turned your knees into jelly, beginning to twitch and shake as if you’d collapse in despair at any moment. You can’t bear the weight of his heavy gaze boring into you expectantly and cast your watery eyes to the ground, covering your mouth as a sob unexpectedly chokes out.
You had never meant for this to happen.
The reality of situation had robbed you of sleep for weeks as your mind spiraled helplessly into all of the possible ways Scaramouche would be repulsed by you. When your drowsiness finally overcame you in the late hours of those long, horrid nights, not even your dreams could offer an escape. You were plagued by nightmares of the worst imagining—scenes of Scaramouche berating you, cursing your relationship, or even outright abandoning you. Surely he would not want you or your love anymore, not after this.
Bewildered, he swiftly lunges to catch you as your legs buckle helplessly to the floor and hot tears stream from your reddened, glassy eyes. You bury your pained expression in your hands and face away from him, ashamed of your sudden outburst. All Scaramouche could think to do in his state of shock is hold you close against his chest, frantically demanding what happened and who hurt you. But none of it mattered, you thought, you had to tell him.
“Scara,” you whispered between sobs, breaking away from your hands to look him in the eyes for once and unable to hide the despondent shadow dwelling within your own. “I-I’m… pregnant.”
His embrace suddenly felt less comforting. It became more of a suffocating trap when his hands gripped your shoulders, forcing you to face him completely. Now the harbinger is the one probing your every movement for answers, lips pursed and eyes darkening.
Scaramouche didn’t believe you.
He hadn’t even considered the possibility of conceiving with you because of… what he is. An immortal puppet divinely created yet too fragile to fulfill its true purpose. Existence had always felt like a curse, a broken doll damned to wander the world with a perpetual void in his soul. Why would an Archon’s creation, whether it be a personal vessel or guardian of ideals, be capable of producing a child?
You know his weakness—his destined purpose. Scaramouche had trusted you with his most vulnerable secret, and somehow you found a way to make the darkness in his heart cut even deeper than he could have ever imagined. It was much more than that. You had twisted the knife in his chest.
“Impossible, I’m not even human,” his voice deepened as dark thoughts swirled in his head, each one seemingly pointing to the same conclusion. Letting your shoulders go, his hands ball into fists at his side. He so desperately wants to not believe it. Did you betray him? Had you fallen in love with someone else? How could you when he had tried so hard to love you like his life depended on it?
Scaramouche distances himself from you, easily dodging and deflecting your pitiful attempts to keep him from leaving. Regret sours his mouth, curling his lips into a disgusted frown. Yet, despite the anger evident in the way he growls his words, he still questions the idea with the remaining sliver of hope dying in his chest. “It’s not mine, is it?”
“Please, listen to me, before you say anything else…” you plead desperately, quite literally on your knees. “I can’t even fathom how I’m pregnant when the only person I’ve been intimate with is you. I-I didn’t think it was possible either.”
This reaction was exactly what you were so afraid of. If you lost Scaramouche, you might as well have breathed your last breath. You didn’t want to go on without him. It was all or nothing, and you were more than committed to following the love of your life to the ends of the earth. You continued, “But I’d never be unfaithful to you. I love you so fucking much it hurts. I promise you Scaramouche, it’s yours.”
Finding the strength to stand up alongside him, you reached your hand to his carefully, as if asking permission to give you this one chance. Softly holding his hand, you reveal your stomach beneath your clothing and place his palm against it. The hurt and jealousy slowly faded from his face, soon blossoming into silent amazement and adoration.
“This baby—it is just as much a part of you as it is of me,” you laugh through your tears, sniffling and holding Scaramouche’s warm hand on your tummy. “And I love you so much, I’m… scared of losing you.”
Scaramouche rubs the pad of his thumb across your skin gently, lilac eyes lost in a trance-like state noting the contour of your abdomen beneath his fingers. You weren’t showing at all yet, but the image of you visibly pregnant ushered forth strange, fuzzy feelings in pit of his stomach. “When? When did you know you were pregnant?”
“Um, maybe a couple weeks? I-I wanted—” you began before Scaramouche interjected hastily.
“Weeks?” he spit incredulously, snapping out of his rosy, distant thoughts. “(Y/N), you were pregnant for weeks before telling me? Do you realize how much danger you’re in now that you are carrying my child?”
“I wanted to be sure, and I was trying to figure out how to tell you. But, we’ve been careful since ditching the Fatui—”
“No,” Scaramouche’s harsh words cut through like a knife in butter. You could see the familiar violent glow of electric anger brewing within him as he takes the brim of his hat to cover his face. “The Fatui know of our relationship, which already puts a target on you. In less than a few months, it’ll be a dead giveaway that you’re pregnant. They’ll come for you to get to me… FUCK!”
“Scara, I’m willing to risk anything,” you reaffirmed, though your tone was more desperate than convincing. “I knew the Fatui wouldn’t let you go so easily when we started dating.”
“Not if it’s your life. I won’t let you,” he retorts scathingly, walking away as electricity started to crackle in the surrounding air. “I promised to protect you. Who knows? The Fatui could kill you or, hell, the baby isn’t even human. How do I know what we created won’t destroy you too?”
Scaramouche glared at you over his shoulder with unbridled intensity.
“Don’t say that,” your voice grew raspy with emotion when you dared to step into the sphere of Electro coalescing about your lover. His expression faltered, exposing the fear he so desperately tried to mask for a brief moment. A hopeful smile tugged at your lip as you snaked your arms between his to hug him from behind. “That won’t happen, okay? I trust you and our baby.”
“Beings like me, we aren’t designed for having children… You know what I am. I’m built to wield and withstand godly power. Meant to rule nations and wreak mass destruction on a whim,” Scaramouche looks at his hands as if he doesn’t recognize himself. “But I’m not human, and I’ll never be. Neither will our child.”
“None of that matters,” you reply, nuzzling into his neck to soothe him. “You’re Kunikuzushi, and I love you for you. I know deep down you’d be a better caregiver than you think.”
Scaramouche scoffs cynically, shaking his head. “If this child is anything like me, they’ll hate their creator with every ounce of their being. Who’s to say they won’t have a heart either, hm?”
“And if our child is anything like me, they’ll love you unconditionally,” you whisper, resting your chin on his shoulder and hugging him once more.
“Ha, if I’m lucky they’ll be a brat like you too,” he chuckles, turning around to hold you against him by the waist. For a fleeting moment, his eyes sparkle fondly before he begins to rock you both back and forth in a slow dance. “There’s no changing your mind is there, (Y/N)?”
“Not really,” you submit sheepishly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’d never imagined myself with a child of my own, but with you I’d always want this—if you want it too.”
The children of the rural village in Tatarasuna where Scaramouche had spent his youth came to his mind. He loved playing their games, running through the fields of wildflowers and tall grass alongside them, and hearing their imaginative tales of ancient history. Their innocence deserves to be protected at all costs.
He, too, was once like them. Before his hands were coated in the sickeningly dark blood of his only friend who lay dying in his arms.
Scaramouche couldn’t bear the thought of losing another person so intimately close to him. But he also couldn’t imagine fathering a child of his own. A baby would put his plans of fulfilling his purpose and discovering the truth to a halt. They’d would have to live hidden from the world just like he was at Shakkei Pavilion to avoid the Fatui finding them.
He shakes the thought from his mind as traumatic memories surface. He wouldn’t do that to his own child. He wouldn’t repeat the mistakes of the past. Never again, he quietly promised himself.
Full of newfound resolve, Scaramouche picks up the pace of his little dance, twirling you around gracefully before pinning your back against his torso to hold your tummy with both hands. “I want this too. Have you forgot your vow to me, (Y/N)? You’re fated to be with me forever, remember?”
Spinning you to face him, a mischievous smirk plays across his mouth. Lidded eyes resting on your plush lips, you feel your cheeks flush a million shades of pink when Scaramouche cups your chin. “You can’t escape me now, darling, even if you wanted to.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you wittily reply, enchanted by his electric gaze. At long last, he finally indulges and kisses you passionately, releasing his soft hold on your chin and trailing his fingers down to your tummy protectively.
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