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Stellar ★ Venti

— ★ Scry: Ecliptic Umbra + Auriga + Corvus with Venti + Astrolabe AU + Reader's Prompt (Happy Ending) — ★ Genre: Romance + Fluff & Angst + "You regret what?" + The kind becomes prey — ★ Concept: It's once in a lifetime, but there are times when fate is kind. — ★ Words: 5.5k A/N: OMG when I say I flipped with this combination of prompts, I FLIPPED AAHHH this was a wonderful scry. "This format indicates a dialogue in flashback."

Promises… they’re as ephemeral as they can be—yet for a being who is just as ephemeral, it’s better to cling unto such promises, to hope, and to believe.

For in the end, it’s the closest one can get to disillusioning themselves into thinking that nothing is amiss.

You’re no different.

Centuries—no, millenniums. For millenniums, you’ve held onto nothing but the transience of companionship and the bittersweet solace brought by it.

There are times when you wish to slink away from hopes, to turn down all promises to remember you.

They aren’t by any means empty. No, they’re genuine. Real.

But what are measly words against the thorns of fate?

Nothing but a speck of dust.

Still, you find yourself believing in them—as long as one fights… it’s a war, right?—no matter how much you struggle in preordained throes, you believe. Because it’s comfort.

It’s solace.

The only thing that keeps you going other than the satisfaction brought by helping your companions achieve a goal or reach an epiphany.

You are fighting a war against fate by hoping for the impossible.

On the battlefield, you’ve gone and went with many.

Previously partnered with the most turbulent of gales, to the heat of a blazing heart, to unmerciful lightning… and now, with an otherworldly sun.

Together, one by one, they joined hands with you in the antiquated arena, opposing kismet with beliefs of serendipity.

Yet… in the end, the outcome is always the same.

“… Thank you,” the blond does not turn to your voice as he continues to embrace his sibling, his journey reaching its end. “Aether..”

In the finale, you’re always the only one left standing. The kind and the hopeful will always fall. In the deserted battleground against fate, facing zemblanities and grief… alone.

As it has always been. Then and for eternity.

You watch as he entwines his hand with Lumine, the relieved smiles on their faces, appeased after a long time of hardship, appeasing your heart.

When they both take flight to the sky, you can’t help but reach out skyward, feeling like they’ve taken a piece of you with them in their journey. Back home.

The twinkle of the stars indicates another promise lost to the universe’s scheme and for once, you accept the feeling of defeat.

The misery that results after yet another failed vow does nothing but pierce an already hollowed chest.

One would think that—after going through encores of the same anguish, you’d be used to it. But you’re not, you haven’t, and you don’t think you’ll ever will.

And as you cup your own cheeks, trying to remember the warmth of Aether’s hands when he assures you time and time again that he won’t forget, you hoped you were apathetic. Emotionless.

For at least then, you won’t be this affected by something that you know is bound to happen.

Still, you feel. Because even when you try to forget them, you can’t, for they are all that made your present life worthwhile. They made you happy and sad.

So, you smile, you laugh—you cry, and you despair.

Under the heavens, who are once again, witnesses to the unfolding of a waning star’s recurring tragedies.

The stars have lost their meaning—or to be specific, you have lost your meaning.

Your journey with Aether has enlightened you of how humans, ambitious and driven as ever, are more than capable enough to light their own constellations.

The Traveler himself has done so without your aid, and so have many others, lighting star by star with each realized worth and element.

You can easily recall that moment of cognizance, the truth, and the reality of no longer being essential.

You aren't needed anymore.

Being a companion?

Hah, with or without you, as long as fate writes success at the end of a journey, they are bound for greatness. Nothing more but a stubborn thorn is what you are to their side.

Humans are growing, why else would they stop believing in the grace of the stars? You mull one mundane night at Starsnatch Cliff.

The empty feeling inside persists to linger, and you don’t mind it.

There’s simply acceptance; you are dying fading.

Even if the lack of belief in the sky—you—is caused by none other than mortals, enmity doesn’t bloom. Why would it? When from the very beginning, you love the human race?

In their ups and downs, you are with them.

And they were with you.

I wonder where I will be… even I don’t know if I have a place there if I pass on.

In the end, it’s still up to fate to decide, isn’t it? How cruel..

Won’t you show me mercy now?

“Oh~ I didn’t expect to see a familiar face! And at such a place!” the voice enters your hearing just as you questioned the universe.

Your breath hitches at it.

Barbatos. Now, out of all times.

Was it a mistake to return to Mondstadt after all? No, no, it isn’t.

There’s no harm in coming back to a place where you’ve been taught many things in your years long journey with the bard.

There’s no harm in trying to reminisce all the good memories that’s fugacious at best.

Before you fade.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time,” the newcomer greets, taking the spot at your side. His usage of terms makes you laugh inwardly.

Longer than you can probably imagine.

The Windborne Bard swings his dangling legs, turning his eyes towards the starry sky with a little smile on his angelic face.

“Where have you been these days, o legendary companion of the Traveler? Hehe!”

You forgot how much his laughter can ease your worries—but you’re afraid that even his lighthearted mirth now is not enough to appease you.

Not with the present circumstances.

Finding no reason to lie, you respond, “I traveled the whole of Teyvat with Aether—seeing that he’s no longer here, though.. I’ve simply come back to the nations I’m fond of. And have stayed at for a lengthy time.”

“Mondstadt, I see. A wise choice, really, a nation of love and freedom! No one remains in the blues of their days here.”

Oh, if only such things can extend to beings such as you.

At the end of the eventide, you will still be wallowed by your blues and woes—such is a fitting end for someone personifying agony.

Love… freedom… happiness… they’re all luxurious things you can’t afford even with tears and sacrifices.

No one speaks for a while, letting the silence reign supreme.

You’ve taken to studying the slow-changing color of the firmament, knowing that when it starts to be painted with hues of the incoming sun, it’ll be the time to leave.

Once and for all.

The bard lets out some whine of some sort—you remember how he’s not one to sit still and be silent—before turning to you with a curious glint in his eyes.

“So, why come to Starsnatch Cliff? Do you plan to wish upon a star?”

“Wishing… upon a star,” your laugh is monotone as you shake your head, “What an old tradition. Barely anyone does it now.”

Of course, you’ve known what it’s like to wish on a star—only, you are the receiver of such wishes. The way humans depended on you back then, and you provide with the help you can muster… ah.

All of those are gone now.

“Hey, that’s why I’m asking,” drawls the ex-Archon, making you acquiesce with a bland, rather hopeless response.

“Even if I do so—what are the odds that such a wish will be granted, anyway? The stars… even they have no power over serendipitous miracles.”

You know—because even when you, a deity of the stars, belong in the heavens… those things aren’t for you to decide.

The power you had was to guide the lost, light the constellations, and shelter spirits in the sky.

But even that power has reduced until eventually, you’re but a scrap of the primordial being you once were.

“Wishing gives you hope though, doesn’t it? There always is a chance no matter how slim it is.” says the aquamarine-eyed male, “So come on, now!”

He’s insistent, alright. You can’t help but work up an exhausted smile at it, at the memories that resurface. It’s pleasant… and bitter.

Turning away, you breathe out a long sigh.

Regrets… there are too many, but since he’s here…

“… Then, I wish I hadn’t been so kind.”

You might as well spill the taboo, no? You’re bound to vanish, anyway—at least before then, you found the courage to oppose against written fate.

“Perhaps if I had been more selfish, more desperate—to act than be idle in hoping, maybe I wouldn’t have so many regrets before I pass on.”

Almost immediately, there is a burn on your tongue, like something is forbidding you from continuing what’s meant to be untold.

For a moment, you stop speaking, and the burn stops, as well.

On the other hand, Venti tips his head with a blink.

There are so many things to register at once—and he feels like he has very little time to acquire answers to all of them. Something inside doesn’t sit well…

“That simply won’t do,” he beams with a smile, welcoming and friendly, “State your woes, let’s finish those with a merry end! I’ll help you.”

He surely will! A friend of the Traveler is a friend of his anytime!

He ignores the peculiar sensation within that feels like it’s trying to claw its way through the surface, and opts to sway on his position, humming one of his songs.

“You’ll help me?” a whisper of a response.

He nods, repeating his assurance. He’ll help in any way he can!

Albeit it is true that he doesn’t know the [c]-haired lady for long, it’s not enough of a reason to shy away from extending his help.

Besides, perhaps if he keeps this up—they can be good friends!

“Then,”

He lets her take the time she needs. No rush, no rush! After all, trust and relationships aren’t something that should be—

“It’s meeting you.”

—Rushed..

Huh? He pauses, a crease appearing between his eyebrows as he slowly turns to the lady, only to find out that she’s already looking at him. Did I… hear that right?

Meeting him? But—they’ve only known each other for a short amount of time… !

They barely had enough conversations to begin with-

“I regret having fallen for you. Maybe I wouldn't be hurting this bad if I hadn't.”

His breath hitches and, for some reason, something inside throbs. The pain is dull, hollow, yet persistent.

With wide eyes, he whispers.

“You regret—what?”

.. Fallen? But—how.. ?

The more he’s filled with questions, he notices the more he becomes desperate. ‘Why’ proceeds to be unknown.

His confusion breaks the smiling composure of the [c]nette, evident disappointment in her visage. It makes him difficult to breathe seeing this—but why? Why so? He doesn’t know.

This desperation—it’s unexplainable.

“It’s as I said,” hums the girl, “You can’t help me with it, can you, Barbatos?”

This isn’t any normal occurrence. He knows it immediately. Something is amiss.

The drop of his shoulders, the weight in his chest, the clench of his jaw… they’re all by sheer reflex. A reaction by the subconscious from hearing his Archon name fly past a stranger.

Stunned to silence, he does nothing but gape, trying to make sense of the situation to no avail.

The fog in his head is too thick to navigate through like it's purposely there to keep him out of waters he shouldn’t tread to.

His lack of response must’ve snapped the girl out of her hopeful reverie, the light in her eyes dimming as she stands, giving him a resigned smile.

“It’s no use. I’ll leave now, thank you for gracing me with your time. I have other places to be.”

Venti is even more stunned. What? Is that… is that it?

He thinks he can feel something inside snapping when the [c]nette moves to walk away, and before he knows it, he’s scrambling to his feet.

“Wait!” his heart is pounding in his ears, hand halfway there from reaching out, “You can’t just spring that out of nowhere and—and leave… !”

“What else is there to say?” the dull tone makes his fingers tremble.

Again, he doesn’t know why.

It’s almost infuriating, to feel all sorts of distress and woe yet to receive no such answers as to why he’s feeling them in the first place.

This very moment, it feels like someone else is in control of his emotions.

Like his mind and heart are split apart.

He swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

“What do you mean having fallen? How do you know that I’m—when I don’t even-!”

Know you.

He tries to think, tries to recall anything of importance—but all his head paints as a memory is the time he saw her in the serenitea pot.

Nothing more.

“This is exactly why I’m saying there’s no need for explanations,” chuckles the girl—what’s her name again?—with a sigh, “You can’t force someone to remember what fate has written to be forgotten.”

Force to remember? Fate? To be forgotten?

Venti tugs at his hair, not knowing what to make of the ache in his chest.

Those words, something churns within upon hearing it. Has he… heard them in a similar context before? Ah—he doesn’t know!

“You don’t even know my name.”

He stills, swallowing once more. “That’s…”

Her name, her name, what’s her name? Again he tries to recall, this time that specific memory when the Traveler introduced her to his guests in his realm.

He was there.

“Oh, Venti, this is—”

He was there!

So why—.. something is terribly wrong.

Something is so, definitely, terribly wrong.

I can’t remember her name. The dawning horror of a realization rips a trembling gasp past his lips. Why can’t I?

It isn’t unusual for people to forget names. It’s not. But this predicament is unusual through and through—no, such a term isn’t enough to describe this, even.

Why is it that when he tries so hard, so hard to claw out a fragment of a memory involving her, the mist in his mind thickens?

He hears another sigh, one more despondent than the previous ones.

“I humored you enough, haven’t I?”

Venti purses his lips at this, lightly peeved at the crestfallen expression on the lady’s face. He doesn’t understand this at all…

“If you know it’s impossible to begin with then why did you say it… ? When you’ll only be this hurt?”

Why had she been willing to go to these lengths when she was aware of the result? What is there to hope for a circumstance that apparently can’t be changed?

Why is she trying so hard? Only to willfully reap nothing but pain?

“That’s..” she definitely hadn’t been expecting that response, but neither did the bard expect the answer. “I don’t want to be alone anymore,”

He stumbles at this, a dizzy spell enveloping him whole, accompanied by a flood of loss.

I don’t get it, he holds a hand over his heart, sensing its twist. Why am I like this?

“Is it so wrong to try?”

It’s not. With you, trying is never wrong.

Something—something feels like it’s merging with him. There is a voice in the back of his head screaming, albeit muffled.

At least, not until sunrise.

“I’ve faced this battle alone for thousands of years, is it so wrong to want for something you can’t take back?”

Stop, he wants to say when his heart churns even more. It hurts. Why does it hurt? Stop it..

Stop it! Yet there is no end.

“Is it so wrong to reminisce of a love that can’t return?”

Don’t let her walk away.

A sense of urgency bursts forth inside, alerting his senses and prompting him to exit his headspace.

He’s running before he can even register what he’s doing, grasping her hand before he can call out. Don’t let her leave again.

“Stay with me.”

The words roll off his tongue before he can even think. It seems right, to say such a thing—and it feels right when he denotes the tentative look on her features.

He doesn’t seem to be in control of most of his actions, yet he’s able to utter, “Isn’t this… the least thing I can do?”

As an apology.

A deliberate error in the system of fate is clear and obvious, still, he does not know the specifics. What he does know, however, is that it had something to do with this girl.

It has something to do with them.

He’s almost given up on trying to get a snip of what has been hidden away, but an unknown stimulus urges him to try more. To try harder.

The bard watches with keen—almost hopeful—eyes as the [c]nette smiles bitterly, accepting his invitation.

“Thank you.”

It’s not a problem—is what he wishes to respond, but his tongue is tied.

It’s as if something is holding him back from uttering such words because deep down, something says that it is a problem.

And it’s an unsolvable one.

Troubled and upset—all peculiar to him, still—he guides to sit them back at the edge of the cliff. They are both silent, for reasons already obvious.

Neither even tried to claim back the sense of tranquility.

Yet, despite its absence, Venti cannot help but feel at strange ease.

He’s comfortable sitting beside this stranger alone, even when he had been enveloped with so many acute sentiments just minutes ago.

Up until now the subtle pain in his heart lingers. He wonders if it’ll last him a lifetime.

He doesn’t know—and he doesn’t ask, fearing the answer that he may receive and the expression that he may see. And so, he sits there with her for hours on end.

And she stays there with him.

Venti’s penchant for stargazing does not emerge at that moment, instead, he resumes his path down a path where the mist in his head leads him away.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been trying to get a grasp of something, anything that may aid him in understanding this quandary.

The closer he is to touching that silver lining, however, the more it flies past his reach.

Yet, even so, he gets a grasp of someone trying to help him.

Within his psyche, there is a voice suppressed by the same mist, weeping—shouting, even—in desperation.

It’s been years! He holds his head, trying to make sense of that anguished exclamation. You’re finally here, but you’re still leaving.

That voice… is that hi—

“It’s time.”

Taken out of his thoughts, the bard flitters his wide stare towards the [c]nette, who has stood up, reaching her hand out towards the sky.

He follows her line of sight, his breath failing when he notices the lady’s translucent fingers.

“You’re—.. vanishing?”

It has a beautiful white outline, with tiny sparkles fragmenting away as if the girl is made out of stardust. His heartbeat accelerates yet again when he’s faced with a smile.

It’s no longer sad nor bitter—simply acceptance.

“It’s been predicted, after all. A deity, despite how they’re deemed immortal, can meet their own ends, too. Tonight is simply my time.”

A deity.. ? Her?

With his voice rendered useless, he can only stare on as the [c]-eyed deity bends, brushing her warm—and fading—fingers over his cheeks.

He shivers, not at the touch, but at the sensation of something cold escaping his eyes.

He didn’t even realize it…

“Don’t shed tears for a stranger.”

She’s leaving—she’s dying. The voice is there again.

“Can I say something, Barbatos?”

Unable to utter anything, he simply nods—and to this, she smiles. That smile, one of pure fondness, trembles.

He doesn’t know how it’s even possible, but he knows—he knows that it’s nothing but a façade of strength.

“I love you,” the murmur touches his heart in ways he couldn’t imagine, burning with a mix of perplexed ardor and unexplainable sorrow. “And I’m sorry.”

Venti manages to find his voice in the middle of it all.

“Sorry… for what?”

To this, the deity drops her stare to the grass, watching herself disappear bit by bit from the ground up, as well.

She clasps her vanishing fingers before throwing her head back, blinking like she’s holding back tears.

When she’s able to answer, her voice has gotten even shakier.

“For saying I regretted meeting you. For fighting a war that I couldn’t win. In the end, this is how I will pass, unremembered. But that is alright,”

She glances at him—managing to reconstruct the smile.

“I got to see you, at least.”

His throat forms the familiar aching lump, complexing his breathing as he attempts to attain clarity.

It doesn’t come, to his chagrin—but then again, how in the earth will he be able to get a sense of things when this… this strange desperation is making him panic?

When this urge to cling onto her gets stronger with each passing minute and the only reason he’s holding back is because he doesn’t know who she is?

His breath becomes irregular, heart leaping out of his chest upon noting the sky’s gradual change of hue.

A fraction of the sun is starting to break through the horizon and it causes an influx of dread.

There is something about daybreak that sends him to the edge.

“The night is waning…” he hears her say. The time is now.

Something about the sun, in general, is making him restless.

Do something! Do something—anything! Don’t let her go.

Venti lurches forward with a gasp, head in hands when the voice he’s been hearing pierces through the obscurity like an arrow shooting through the wind.

You won’t see her again so please- don’t let her go, please, don’t let her go.

Who—? He grunts and closes his eyes, unsettled by the subtle ache the voice gives.

The pain cannot be described in words—it’s not abysmal, but it’s there, pulsing in an otherworldly manner to the point that it feels like it’s some form of divine punishment.

The intervention of fate, for endeavoring to even go against it.

Still, the voice continues, and the mist in his psyche struggles to clear.

Don’t go anywhere.

Colors start to burn in the blackness of his sight, muddled like strewn watercolor on an empty canvas.

It paints a blurred scene of green, orange, and yellow—and- and someone’s speaking from afar.

It’s—her?

“You may not know me by tomorrow and by the following years, but I will leave this to you,”

Don’t leave me again.

The colors begin to swirl into specific segments, beginning the process of painting a memory long forgotten, as scribed by fate.

He sees a hand extending to give an accessory, one awfully like the one he’s clipped to his faux Vision.

“I hope you do not mind carrying another keepsake, Barbatos?”

Don’t—

The greens start with curls and sharp strokes, eventually creating the tree at Windrise, and then the oranges and yellows begin to mix as a gradient of sunset. Gradually, everything becomes clearer.

He makes out his own voice in the memory. The blur of [c] turning out to be none other than the same girl he’s been talking to the whole time.

“Can I show you how much you’re worth, then?”

And the stifled voice that cried in desperation in his mind is none other than the fragment of his subconscious who has always lied dormant, the one who has always remembered.

Who has always silently reminisced—held back by kismet—about the starlit deity.

—Please… !

And the love that's forgotten by the mind.

Epiphany dawns like the rising sun as the bard reopens his eyes, frantically clinging onto the vanishing arm of the lady with a gasp.

“[Name]!”

That’s you, isn’t it!? He purses his lips.

The deity watches him with an open mouth, various kinds of emotions swiftly coursing through her face, unable to decide on which should trounce the rest.

She stands idly, clipped stutters leaving in the wake of her surprise.

It was no imagination—he said her name.

“Don’t go,” it’s like someone else has completely taken over him in that second, taking the reign of control. “You can’t go.”

Say it. Say it!

Venti discovers rapture in his subconscious' demands. It almost feels like a split of himself, one deliberately divided by the universe to avoid going against its set rules.

“I love you.”

The lady’s breath stops for a moment. Did she hear that right?

Venti bends over, trembling at the weight of the words that flew past his lips. He hadn’t even the time to process it!

He feels troubled—to say such a thing to a stranger—yet still, for some reason, stating it feels right.

Still, his tongue continues to roll and his voice proceeds to convey the words over and over like his life depended on it.

“I love you, I love you—I love you, I love you, I’ll say it over and over just please—"

“It doesn’t work that way, Barbatos.”

Cold washes over like a wave of the sea, filled with harsh truths.

He does not understand the sudden tremor that rakes him over when the arm he’s latching onto fades completely.

“Why are you even weeping? When you do not know me?”

“But I do know you,” the part in him says in desperation as he gazes into pools of [c], yet no matter how convincing he sounds like, his eyes mirror uncertainty, “I do know you. Why else would I be- be crying.. !?”

[Name]’s smile grows sweet.

“Your heart is simply reminiscing, but your mind has long since forgotten me.”

His tears are spilling without end, raining like a storm, and oh, how his chest sears with an agony he didn’t know is possible.

Venti heaves a breath, face down, hand over his heart as he attempts to make sense of the pain.

“It hurts so much, [Name]- why does it hurt? Who are you to me?”

Nothing but raw anguish and confusion leaks into his voice.

He’s a living picture of sheer misery and the deity can’t help but regret a bit over even entertaining her selfish whims to try and get him to remember.

“Fate has always been unfair.” She kneels in front of him, translucent figure nearly showing the rising sun.

“But maybe, someday, under different circumstances.. maybe I can love you freely.”

The bard is awestruck. “Wait, then—”

You were my… !?

[Name] presses her forehead against his own, the last sparkles of her [c] dimming into nonexistence along with her gentle voice.

“And you’ll love me back again.”

Venti lifts his shaking hand, eyes still wide and teary as he brushes his palm against his lady’s cheek.

Her presence is barely there, and his hand is phasing through.

The desperation within kicks up tenfold.

“You can’t leave me like this…” he shakes his head, raising his other hand so he can cup the deity’s face—but the latter vanishes upon the first ray of the sun.

It’s so unfair. It’s so unfair! Take me with you—please!

And he’s falling forward near the edge of the cliff, by the billowing cecilias.

“No—no, you can’t… !”

Alone, with no one at his side.

He watches the last scintilla disappear like a speck of dust, without anything to remember it by. And the moment it does—

The clarity he’s been yearning for cascades like an array of shooting stars, attaching onto him piece by piece.

The stifled voice hidden away by the mist becomes comprehensible—and all that he has forgotten centuries ago resurfaces.

With what has been lost finally coming back to existence, the bard can only stare helplessly at the now brightening sky.

Why is it that just now—he remembers?

“[Name], [Name]..” he repeats.

The answer is simple; it is because she is gone now—and fate no longer has the reason to obstruct others from recalling an already forgotten goddess.

Venti whimpers before releasing a cry, one suffused with nothing but agony over his loss, and indignation over the unmerciful universe.

“My pretty star..”

The years unfold like the pages of a book, each turn accompanied by a series of events building up to the summit of a plot.

To the Windborne Bard, it’s like reliving the tales of Mondstadt’s journey.

In their ups and downs, there he still remains.

There are times when he enters his slumbers, of course, in a method to delay a faraway erosion.

He wishes to dream of a breezy place with the same goddess he’s known all his life, made to be forgotten only by the laws of this world—but even such a dream was not granted.

It’s depressing, yes, but he’s learned not to be too keen on hope… not when it’s an apathetic system listening.

But something feels different this time.

Venti notes it after his awakening, as he ambles back into the streets of Mondstadt, watching descendants of ancestors’ he’s met traipse through the city.

It’s sundown, yet, the whole place seems to be light with stardust.

The sentiment brought by the atmosphere is nothing short of nostalgic.

A young girl with dark purple hair is handing out what appears to be an accessory, stylized into a four-pointed star in gold casing. When she arrives at his side, she’s all but pushing the item into his hands.

“Hi, traveling bard! Please accept this, whisper a prayer and let it reach the stars! It’s the merry time of reminiscing divine luminescence!”

“Divine.. luminescence?”

He hasn’t heard of such a term until now—a new festival of sorts? And something about this girl is familiar.

“Yes! Astrologist Mona Megistus has uncovered the forgotten goddess’ feats a long time ago. This day is when the whole of Mondstadt decided to commemorate it,” she beams with an excited grin.

“The goddess [Name] has linked so much to Mondstadt, you know! The festival serves to show our thanks and reverence.” Giving him a pat on the arm, she waves before skipping away, “Do enjoy your stay, bard!”

Venti glances at the object in his hand. She said [Name]..

Ah, no wonder that child was familiar… she’s a descendant of the astrologist…

To think that Mona has dedicated her time into unraveling the mysteries of a divinity lost in time… oh, how he wished to thank her.

Oh but wait—festival, whisper his prayers?

The Windborne Bard shifts his gaze towards the sky, now deepening its blue. The stars are yet to appear, but that is enough.

With a nod, he leaves the gates of Mondstadt with only a single destination in mind.

He doesn’t rush, allowing the time to pass until the firmament has gotten dark and is bedecked with thousands of scintillas and constellations.

It is cloudless, presenting a breathtaking view of the heavens.

Even more so when he reaches Starsnatch Cliff, noticing how even more cecilias have bloomed like a field.

[Name]… he thinks, clutching the given item in his hands.

Before, the reminder of the goddess’ name only brings an ache to his heart, but now—bitter fondness is all that there is.

Looking back down on the star, he brushes his fingers over its iridescent figure. That girl said I should whisper my prayers, right?

He brings it close to him, shutting his eyes before mumbling all that he’s hoped for.

Before he knows it, the item takes on a splendid white glow—like he has a real star in his hold—before floating and taking to the skies.

It disperses into beautiful stardust and he realizes that more of these follows, all originating from Mondstadt.

It brings relief to his expression, watching it all erupt similarly like fireworks.

The weight in his chest is lifted, a sense of contentment washing over the more he stares at the stellar collection of white in the evening sky.

“You’re remembered, [Name].”

Venti utters with a smile before turning away, planning to learn more about this commemorative festival and engage in it in all ways possible.

If it’s honoring his muse, he’ll know no bounds and limits.

They're rebuilding their belief. They're bringing her back.

But then a flash of light behind makes him pause. He does not move for a second, wondering if it’s just his eyes playing tricks on him.

After all, didn’t the star item emit the same glow… ?

He questions this, yet all his doubts cease the instant when—

“It’s been a while,”

He stiffens. That voice…

No, no—it can’t be.. he’s not dreaming, is he?

“I hope I didn’t make you wait long, Barbatos.”

Venti turns around—and a tear slides down his cheek.

a/n: shucking happy ending for our tragic protagonist (sobsobsobsob) venti's side! takes up most of the angst as per requested~

Aether's Ending

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

#m-event #venti x reader #venti fluff #venti angst #genshin fluff #genshin angst #reader insert #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #female reader #ficlet #OMG HAPPY ENDING WEEEEEE

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i-kwosooy · 2 years

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my favourite stories on here so i can re read them

no dozen , i love angst and gore n drama

key : ★ - absolute favourites

A - angst | M - mature

S - smut | F - fluff

H - humor. | T - thriller

D - drama | FA - fantasy

1-5 k. 5-10 k. 10-20k. 20-50+ k.

groups : the boyz, nct, ateez, seventeen, enhypen

the boyz

this is how we fall @jeongjaebae sunwoo

fake dating au , 16.9k ( F )

together @i2swo sunwoo

character death , ( M , A )

h. s. e. p. @yolkyeomie sunwoo ★

streetracer!au 30k ( H , F , A ?)

daisies @viastro sunwoo

os. fake dating 10k ( A F D )

nct

empire @iridesuhnce yuta

rich kid!au; office!au. , 17k ( A , S , F )

sic-semper-tyrannis @kabira taeyong ★

mafia au, undercover au , 17.9k ( A , S , T )

happier than ever @rrxnjun renjun

brothers best friend , 16k ( A , F )

babe watch @milfgyuu haechan

90’s!Au , baywatch!Au , 7.9k ( F , H , S )

déjà rêvé ao3 doyoung ★

married!dy , wifes bsf!reader , 17.7k ( S , M )

déjà vu ao3 doyoung ★

part 2 of déjà rêvé , 21k. ( S , M )

pussy fiend @domjaehyun haechan

fb!au , college!au , 68k ( S , H , M )

jealousy @yutaholic mark

almost stepsiblings!au , 16,4k ( S )

little princess @lebrookestore ten

mafia!au , dancerten!au. , 12k ( F , A )

accidentally engaged @lebrookestore taeyong

richkid! au, college! au , 36k. ( S , M )

kiss me more @lebrookestore taeyong ★

fuckboy! au, college! au , 28k ( F , A , H )

aphrodisa @neo-cult-ure yuta

eros!yuta , 11.2k ( A , S , F )

top of the world @hannie-dul-set jaemin

richkid!au , privateschool!au 15.6k ( H , M , S )

watch me burn @doderyscoffee hendery

drug dealer!au , dystopian!au 21.5k ( F , A , M )

all i wanted @yutaholic jaehyun

enemies to lovers 16.9k ( S , M , kinda F )

enhypen

the a list @jayflrt jay

gossip girl au, rich kid au 10.1k ( S , F , A )

seventeen

3 dates @starlightxsvt scoups

badboy!au , 12k ( F , A , H , sight S )

oh where did the party go @dropsofletters vn.

rich&poor!au , millionaire!au. 23k ( A , F , H )

redemption @leejungchans jeonghan ★

badboy!au , 11,5k ( F , H , A )

bluff and nonsense @thepixelelf hoshi

university au , os. fake dating ( ? ) 17k ( A F )

ateez

project d ao3 hongjoong ★

streetracer!au , 21k. ( S , A , D )

project : omen @uhmingi hgj + wyg

hybrid!au. 40.5K. ( S , H , FA )

zemblanity @in-san-ity jongho

mafia au. 23,5k ( A , S , F )

paradise lost ao3 hongjoong

friends to lovers 88k ( S , A )

treasure

under my skin @pxrkjihxxn jihoon

gang au ? enemies to lovers. ( A )

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persoulnal · 3 years

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ALMOST YOURS 1- jjk

Mafia! Jungkook x nurse! reader AU

Word Count: 4k

genre: mafia, angst, fluff, slight smut in future

warnings: blood, guns, swearing, you know the usually mafia stuff lol

PT 2

A/N: hi this is one of my first fics ever so pls be kind thank you! also this is very old and has been rotting in the drafts lol

ZEMBLANITY: the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know; the opposite of serendipity.

The cold stare left your face as soon as you entered the cramped and seemingly sad room. It was lightly decorated with flowers on the nightstand and side table, the walls had little encouraging messages, and the area above the bed was decorated with glittering lights at which lit up the dark room in the night when the main lights were to be off.

Your lips tug up into a firm and almost overly enthusiastic smile out of habit, if it were to seem too forced the patients and their family get anxious at your state of uncertainty, so you've made it second nature to show off as much teeth as you can when entering the rooms without going overboard.

Little Sooyoung sat in bed with her mother by her side. You weren't used to this side of the hospital, the confines of the ER station were practically where you lived, but upon your unit being told of a shortage and being asked to send their best nurse up, you were the individual seen as best suited. It was probably true, Wooyoung was a likely candidate, yet his way of cracking quick-witted jokes was more suitable for the fast in and out patients rather than the established ones. Lisa was a possibility, but she was still new and getting used to the downstairs set up that if she were to come up here, she might actually have a mental breakdown trying to process all the information

So here you were in the surgery care unit smiling down at a recovering heart surgery patient, not due to forced habit (though that may have made your smile look brighter), but out of pure happiness seeing this little girl have the brightest smile on her face.

"Hello, I'm Nurse Y/N filling in for Nurse Weein today. I'm just here to check on her vitals." You step closer to the machine giving it a quick look while the mother and her child continue discussing the need for a princess just like Sooyoung, a brave young girl who overcame a rare heart condition.

"Disney should make it and cast you as the star of the show," You grabbed the clip board from the bed posts putting a check mark near the selected time. "Everything is all set, me or another nurse filling in should be back to check up working a few hours. Also, I'd pay good money to that movie, someone should let Disney know."

The smile held onto your face for a moment before slowly fading away as you headed towards the nurse's station. It was almost time for you to clock out, thankfully. You came in today at 11 AM only supposed to stay till 8 PM running the day to afternoon shift with Irene but being sent up here made your end time become 11 PM, and you wanted to pass out that very second.

"Ms. Y/L/N, you don’t look too good, I sure hope you are leaving soon." Dr. Choi stated as he held a clipboard in hand reviewing the charts. His eyes gazed at you for a few seconds taking in your zombie like features; your eyes were decorated with deep bags underneath, your lips were chapping, and your skin just look tired in general.

"Thankfully, I am leaving now Dr.Choi ." You reply letting out the biggest sigh resting your hands against hips," If I stay here any longer, I may pass out."

"Thank you for coming up to help on such short notice. It means a lot." Dr. Choi looks up and gives her a short nod and you return to your desk area to review some more charts.

"No problem! I'm happy to help," You begin to pack your limited items tugging the light jacket onto your fatigued body, "See you guys!"

The rest of the nurse staff only brought their hands up bidding the weakest goodbyes to lucky you who gets to leave in time, while they must work overtime to get everything done. You would have stayed, of course, if it weren't for the fact that you've been there for way past your scheduled hours, and for the fact that this wasn't your unit. You were used to ER, and it honestly was a shocker that they'd send a college student like you to already be assisting in other lines of work. You were definitely capable of it, obvious reason why they sent you, but it was just strange to see a short time employee already being sent up before long term employees.

Walking outside of the building it was a bit chilly and you tug the thing material closer to your body as you made your familiar 15-minute walk to your apartment complex. It was normal for you to walk this late; it was scary the first few nights but as time progressed you became less scared (the pepper spray and other defense weapons seemed to also help ease your fears too). It has only been calm for you walking home, you would tone out the surrounding noise by placing your air pods in your ears having it play at a low enough volume so you can be aware for all things around you.

The walk home also allowed for you to destress from traumatic work experiences. It was very common in the duration of your excruciatingly long shift for winter break and for the weekends that tragic disasters would be rolled into your unit needing immediate assistance and all hands-on deck. Recently there was a car accident victim, they were pretty roughed up, not enough though to go to other units, and it pained you to see the young teen girl in so much pain. Her parents were sent to the more urgent unit and were treated with such intense care that thinking about the girl's fate scared you, and rightfully so. The next week her father went into a coma dying a few days after and her mother too slipped into one, lasting a bit longer but too passing. It was crushing to have her in the hospital recovering yet still seeming to not be getting better. Those nights you took the long long way home.

Nearing your apartment building strange noises made you pause for a moment pulling your phone out to pause the music. It seemed like heavy breathing from a person leaning against the side of an empty building on the floor letting out fading groggy noises sounding like they were falling out of consciousness.

Before you knew it you were knelt beside the body bringing your slightly cold hands to the face tapping it lightly, "Hey, hey. Are you with me?"

"Yes," they let out a cough, blood pouring out of their mouths onto your grey scrubs leaving stains that you will have to scrub immensely to get out, "I'm here."

"Okay." You assessed his body looking around at his side which seemed to be pooling out blood and his leg which seemed to also be having the crimson color spill from. "What's your name? I need to call the hospital-"

"No!" He reached up gripping your wrist that reached for his cell phone sat on the floor beside him. "Please no."

His eyes then closed again, and he grunted reaching for it before you could, "Call- call the most recent dial."

"We need to get you to somewhere else at least, you're bleeding a lot and we need to stitch you up," You look around seeing the dead street around tugging your lip into your mouth. "C'mon, I can't support your weight so you're going to need to try."

You wrapped his arm around you trying to lift him to the best of your ability and surprisingly got him pretty far off the ground before he began to aid you in lifting him up. "We are going to go to my apartment, it's down the street right there, okay? I will help you with your wounds."

He made no noise only limped with you to the dimly lit apartment complex. Finally making it there you try to rush as fast as you can to get in and begin helping this stranger to the best of your ability. You had little material, only the first aid/ surgery kits they gave to the interns your freshman year which was stocked with all sorts of gadgets you never got to use.

"Let's go to the table." You pause before it swiping all material that was on it off in a hasty manner before setting the male down softly letting him lay as you searched for the kit. Buzzing erupted on the wood as you returned with the plastic box opening it putting on the gloves inside.

"Taehyung? You asshole why haven't you answered sooner we were-"

"This isn't Taehyung," You yell out as sweat surfaced on your face and your heart rate increased as you started to prep to help this man. What in the hell were you doing? This man was a random individual you found on the street, for all you know he could be a criminal or a gang member, definitely someone you didn't want to have trouble with.

"Who is this? Where Taehyung?" The person on the other side of the phone sounded out of breath and it seemed the car they were in screeched as you hear the familiar tire noise through the speaker.

"Taehyung is with me. I found him bleeding on the side of the street. I was going to call the hospital, but he said not to," You bring more materials out and begin to cut his shirt and strip his pants of. Man, you really thought you'd being doing this in a different way, not in a way that you'd be trying to save a life, "He is very injured, and I am trying my best to help him."

"Where are you, we are coming to get him. We'll figure something out."

"I'm not giving you my address. I will help him right now and have him call you after." And with that you hang up trying to become more focused on the task at hand. It seems the damage wasn't as bad as you thought it was, but certainly if you didn't find him and if he didn't get the correct treatment, he might as well be a goner. His leg was grazed by a bullet, you recognize the perfect cut anywhere- wait a bullet? Your heartbeat quickened once more, you definitely weren't dealing with an everyday person, this was someone you didn't want to mess with, but you choke down your worry assessing the stomach wound. It was a stab; you've seen many knife wounds in the hospital and could recognize the mark of a blade.

"Taehyung," You tap his face again and he lets out a faint response, "I'm going to stitch you up now. You must trust me, this will hurt a hell of a lot, but you seem like a big guy who can take some pain, right? Now please bite down on this." You searched around for something and saw a kitchen towel laying on the floor from when you spilled everything off.

He obeyed placing the material in his mouth biting down softly, "Okay bud here we go."

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Whipping the sweat off your dripping forehead you peer down at the now sleeping boy stationed on your couch. It was hell trying to drag him there, he was no longer conscious, even if he was, he had absolutely no strength to lift himself up, so you had to do everything on your own. His phone kept ringing, but you left it in the corning leaving it to go to voicemail during the whole procedure which took a hell of a lot longer than you thought it would. You estimated you got home around 11:35 PM and it was now nearing 2 AM. You had lots of trial and errors to go through, but you managed to stitch back together this boy who thrashed around violently as the pain from the disinfectant and the needle, it would probably have taken less time if he stayed still.

You jumped at the sudden vibration of his phone once more bending over to decline an incoming call from 'Seokjin'. You sighed seeing the forty-five missed calls and billions of other text messages from various people saying various things, one you read pertained to how they need to come gets Taehyung immediately but you threw the phone back down before reading the rest.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Your body ached from head-to-toe yearning to collapse on your floral duvet not even bothering to change before doing so. Your eyes were shutting for a few seconds every now and then before shooting open as you attempted to make it in your room before passing out from exhaustion. You plopped down, eyes shutting instantly when feeling the comfort of your mattress.

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The sound of a gun cocking brought your eyes to open as the sound of birds echoed from outdoors. You blink lightly thinking you possibly heard wrong but when they finally fluttered opened all the way you were met with a barrel directly pointed at your face, "Who are you?"

"What the fuck, dude?!" You back away from the gun back reaching your headboard as you see Taehyung stand before you.

"Who are you and why am I here?" He demanded and your eyes widen his finger getting closer to the trigger.

"Look at your side, I know you feel that bandage and I know you know you for sure did not fix yourself up like that. Put the fucking gun down." Your eyes stay trained on his as waited a few seconds and finally with shaky hands he lowered the weapon and placed it into his pocket.

"What happened?" He touched his side recalling some moments from the night before.

"Found you outside bleeding and brought you here after you said no hospital. I don't know what type of shit you're in, but I am going to make us breakfast and after I need you to call your friends and leave my apartment." You rub your eyes thankful that today is your day off, otherwise trying to get him out while getting to work on time would be your worst nightmare.

"I don't need breakfast, you've done enough. I'll just call my friends-"

"Please stay you're incredibly weak and need something in you. You look like you're about to pass out from standing there." You state while getting out of bed. "I'm going to change quickly then I'll be out. Also, here's a shirt sorry I wrecked yours."

You throw him a spare old shirt your ex left over. He then looks down to your attired, which were bloodied scrubs, that you didn't change out of before sleeping and his lips formed a frown, "I'm sorry for causing you such an inconvenience. I am really thankful you saved me."

"I like helping people. It's fine really, you can get your phone it's somewhere on the floor in the living room in a corner." You shoo the boy out letting yourself slip into some sweatpants and a tank top. Sliding out of your room you spot Taehyung speaking on the phone and he turns around giving you a small smile.

"Can you talk to my hyung for a second?"

You nod reaching to grab the device, "Hello?"

"Hello? Is this the lady who saved Taehyung?" The voice was the exact same from yesterday, Seokjin.

"Yes, I'm she."

"Perfect!" He then shuffled the phone for a moment before a deeper voice came into the other line.

"Hello, I'm Namjoon. Would you care to send your address so we can pick up Taehyung? It would be greatly appreciated, and we wouldn't want to trouble you more."

"I would send my address but I'm afraid of whatever you're apart of and wish to not be associated with it. May we meet at the Starbucks on Third?" You knew they were dangerous and giving your home address to a possible criminal? You were smarter than to do that.

"Ma'am I think it's best if we meet-"

"I said no thank you. We will be leaving there now. See you then." You hung up the Taehyung giving you a subtle smirk. His lips twitched up and he gave you an amused side glance. "What?"

"No one ever talks to Namjoon like that." He shook his head chuckling reaching to grab his phone. "Shall we be on our way?"

"We shall." You reach for the sunglasses on your counter and grab your side back off the sofa holding the door open for the boy. As they walk out, she can only but assume this boy is trying to remember his surrounding definitely taking into account which apartment you were on and counting the floors you walked down on the stairs, four to be exact, and mentally noting every street corner you pass by. He wasn't subtle about it, the way his eyes darted to see whatever sign he could to get a clue to where you lived, it was honestly humorous.

"I do hope you're noting where I live in order to send a thank you gift and not raid my apartment the next day," You turn the corner with him and finally reach the crowded Starbucks on third. It was a five-minute walk from your place but with walking traffic it was hard to do your usual speed walk to the destination making it more of a 10-minute walk.

"How did you-"

"You're not subtle you know? Your eyes were darting around every second or so." You held to door open for the boy waving your hand to direct him inside. He did his signature smug grind placing his hands in his pockets before entering the building with you following behind him.

"Where are you friends?" You look around but with how busy it is, it really could be anyone. Rather than speak Taehyung just walked away and you had to quickly catch up to his advancing figure to the back of the room where it looks to be two men sat in booth waiting for two others to join them: you two.

"Taehyung!" A man stood, the one facing you, and urged for the two new customers to take a seat beside them. Taehyung opted for the seat across from the purple haired guy who called for you two leaving you to sit beside him.

"You must be our mystery girl," He held his hand out in front of you, "I'm Jimin."

"Purple is an interesting color for someone who probably does a lot of crime. Ever think that might get you caught?" You shake his hand lightly before taking a seat. Looking across your eyes lock with a familiar face making your eyes widen in a panic.

Jeon Jungkook, a new nurse shadow at the hospital, was sat right across from you on his day off too looking just as shocked as you. He started a week ago, you haven't been able to speak to the kid with how busy your schedule has been and how busy he has been following Seungkwan around listening to his ever instruction becoming more aware of how things worked.

"My hair is the least of my worried when I am out in the world my dear," he sat back down leading his arm against Taehyung's chair," So what's your name?"

"If I didn't say it over the phone why the hell would I tell you here?" You squinted your eyes and amusingly laughed at his insistent behavior to know your name.

"Touché. Just want to know the name of the girl who saved our dear Taehyungie." He lifted his hand to run his hands through Taehyung's hair shifting it around while Taehyung struggled against his grip.

"You don't need to know my name. It was just an act of kindness. I will be leaving now, make sure he changes his bandages often and puts ointment on it. I slipped his dosage of pain medicine in his pocket when he was passed out so take that when necessary. If you need to call me, don't, first because you don't have my number, second because I would like to stay out of your business. Have a good day." You stand from your table but before you leave Jungkook's hand reaches out to grip your wrist before you go.

"Please take this as a thank you. If you don't, I will somehow still get it to you." He held out a small bag with a purple card attached to it labeled 'for the sassy mouth nursed who we owe a lot to. use it well'.

"I don't need anything really-"

"Take it." Jimin spike now a lot harsher than before. He seemed like a man to get what he wanted when he wanted it, something you didn't allow, and he was a little wound up at the fact that you stopped him from getting yet another thing he desired.

You hesitantly grab the soft material tucking it into your small side bag. You give a soft wave to the three men who watched you exit the building, and you made your normal route to your apartment complex. Walking there you couldn't help but feel as though there was still a figure glooming over you as you passed by streets, you hated to be paranoid but knowing who you've helped and who you've seen recently you were slightly worried as to what the apprehension might be.

You haven't told them your name, of course Taehyung could have found it and they were just waiting for you to say a fake name to have a reason to kidnap you or something. And of course, Jungkook already knew you name he could expose you anytime he wanted to wait why didn't he? Why didn't he say anything when you refused to let your name slip from your mouth? He had the opportunity to, he had all the power to, but he stayed silent. As to why he stayed silent. You don't know.

"Y/N!" Your attention drifted from your various thoughts due to your name being called by someone behind you.

"What?" You turn to see none other than the man himself, Jungkook, who was running lightly towards your direction.

"Hey." He slowed his speed as he caught up with you and started to catch his breath besides you.

"Do you need something? Were you sent to follow me?" You snort crossing your arms over your chest as you walked.

"Actually, I didn't get sent to follow you I just," He brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck as you continued down the road, "Just wanted to say I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Yeah okay," You snort turning to look at the boy for the first time during this walk and boy was he attractive up close. At work you've only seen him from afar, he was pretty. He had soft features that blended well with harder ones complementing his face perfectly. Up close you can really see those well-defined features on his face. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Huh?"

"You knew who I was back there but said nothing, why?" You stopped now in front of your buildings fence leaning your shoulder against the railing.

"I don't know honestly," He paused too, his eyes looking around either to gather information on the area or he was just trying to think of a response, "I guess I just didn't want to get you involved."

"Jungkook," He looked up at you as you pushed yourself off the building, "Don't get into too much trouble doing what you're doing, okay? Would hate to not see your face at the office."

And with that you gave him a soft smile before entering your building.

#jungkook fic #jungkook #mafia jungkook au #mafia jungkook #bts au #bts fic #bts mafia au #jungkook x reader #jungkook au #jeonjungkook #bts x reader #taehyung #jimiin #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #seokjin #taehyung x reader #jungkook fanfiction

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in-san-ity · 2 years

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Please tell me you wrote zemblanity, prefidy and entropy as a series and are coming up with another one with a different members soon because I just binged read all three of those in one go, like, DEVOURED THEM. They're sooooo good ㅠㅠ

I DID!!

Thank you so much!! I'm really glad you liked it ^^

The hongjoong fic is currently in the works (arranged marriage au huhuhu) and I have sort of outlined the plot for mingi (sort of enemies to lovers, police officer!reader huhuhu guess who)

The other three I'm still not entirely sure if I will end up writing but we'll see

Anyways thanks so much for the love and I'm really happy you enjoyed them!!

#💌. you’ve got mail #thanks nonnie

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vickylamore · 3 years

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Enemy Of The Wolves [2]

TW: Language, Violence, Mentions of deaths

Pairing: [slight] Mark Lee x Female Reader, NCT OT23 [Mostly platonic] x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Military Style AU, Organized crime AU, Mafia AU, Angst and Fluff

(2/?) Part 1 Part 3

Word Count: 5k

[Main Masterlist] [Enemy Of The Wolves - Mini Masterlist]

Summary: Not only were you one of the few females to be apart of Neo Culture Technology’s underground organized crime association, you were also the only and top ranked female captain in the entire industry. Even if you worked in a majority male industry, you earned respect from nearly every one of your male counterparts. All but one. That one not only exposed your name to one of NCT’s worst and most vicious rivals but signed NCT’s entire demise. Only one group will prevail, the other left in ruins with no chance of recovery.

Notes: The way it’s 1am and I know I wont finish editing til 2am is sending me into orbit. This took.. a while to update for various reasons but here it is!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and solely fiction. Any of the idols written and mentioned in this series would never take part in these actions, let alone stand by/condone them. The idols mentioned are merely used as characters and in no way am I saying that this is how they act in real life.

“Not you telling Jisung that him punching another student was justified.” You deadpanned as soon as you arrived in his office where most members were, Yuta closed the door behind you as you looked at Taeyong. “Really? That it was justified?”

“‘Hello Taeyong, great to see you again Taeyong, I missed you Taeyong, how are you and Neo Culture doing, Taeyong?’” He exasperated, setting down the documents that were once in his hands to look at you, an irritating smirk on his lips. “Not one of the following has come out of your mouth.”

“Of course not,” you scoffed, moving your hair out of the face, “who do you think I am, an angel?”

“Far from it.”

You looked at Johnny with an annoyed gaze and mumbled, “exactly my point.” You groaned and threw your head back, exhausting seeping into your veins. “And you wouldn’t believe what happened in the lounge…” you turned to Yuta and asked, “my head feels like it’s about to explode so please fill them in on what happened.”

“Lee Jihoon was being disrespectful, got on her nerves, disrespected her again, it attracted a crowd of students and she got fed up, went all commando on him and all his friends, told them to meet in her office in thirty minutes and now she’s here.” Yuta summarized what happened in about thirty seconds.

“Yeah, pretty much.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“It was bound to happen,” Doyoung spun in his chair to face you, a tired look crossing his features. “Him and his little friend group have been getting on my nerves ever since you left.”

“Speaking of which,” you said while looking back at Taeyong, “what do you mean the punch was justified?”

“It was.”

“It was though,” Jaehyun supported Taeyong, a small laugh escaping his lips, “it was funnier when Jihoon tried playing the victim in front of us. Oooh, the look on his face when he realized we saw everything.”

“How about his ‘friends’?” Questioned Jungwoo, who sent you a small wave, “his friends tried defending him too. But yes, it was totally justified.”

“Welcome back to Neo Culture, (Y/n),” Taeil said sarcastically, “take it as welcoming since all the bad news crashed onto you.”

You were finally back home, you were finally with your family again. You weren’t away from them for a little over two months. You completed your mission, despite the altercations, and came back home safe and sound. You were happy, they were happy too- despite the fact that half of them won’t admit it. “Thank you, it feels so much better to be back.” You almost laughed at yourself, “despite everything.”

Taeyong pointed to an empty seat in between Jaehyun and Doyoung, one you gladly took as Yuta sat in between Jungwoo and Taeil. You fist-bumped Jaehyun as you sat down, taking out the USB in your pocket, sliding across the table to pass it to Taeil. You suppress a yawn despite looking exhausted.

“Report.”

“I’m doing okay, not great but not terrible. Exhausted? Yes. That nineteen-hour flight was not it, lemme tell you that.” A few of them chuckled at your words. “The mission was successful, all information acquired and secured in the USB.”

“Canada, sorry- Toronto was nice though, more or less the people than the land itself. I enjoyed it as much as I was able to on an undercover mission to wipe out the headquarters but it was okay.” You said, your mind distracting you from the heart-wrenching news about to come out. “Other than that, I’m fine, I’m alive… a few cuts and bruises but I’m okay… physically. Mentally? Not so much.” You laughed it off, yet the crippling guilt and regret settling in your chest.

“The Dragons in Canada eliminated, no other known locations, intel gained on the fallen group; all files gained on Neo Culture gained, all the information of current members in Seoul gained, one known locations of SS in South Korea; 89137 Gugandum Lake, underground mine, no traces back to Neo Culture, base burned to the floor… no survivors.” You said the last part a little quieter than the rest, which made Taeyong look at you curiously.

“What’s up?”

Yuta glanced at you, trying to figure out what got you so upset. By the time he figured it out, you were stopping tears from flooding your eyes. You hated it, you hated it with a passion. You hated your sensitive side, your emotional side, the one that cared for kids and teens. It made you more down to earth but it made you soft. You, of course, didn’t let that side of you interfere with your job but you hated the feeling inside your gut each time you came across the enemy.

To Neo Culture, they were the enemy. To you, they were the enemy but to your eyes, they were children.

“How many?” Yuta asked, his voice softer compared to before. By the short conversation you had with him while walking to the boss's office, he could tell it bothered you to the point where it was so close to breaking. The little heated moment in the D.R.E.A.M.S lounge definitely didn’t help you emotionally.

He read you like a book and uncovered what was bothering you just by one question from earlier, “how many were there (Y/n)?”

You stared at him, knowing that if you glanced at anyone else, you would cry. If you were honest, you were devastated. You hated it. You didn’t know they were there, you didn’t even know they recruited so young. The one in Korea didn’t, so why would the one in Canada do? If you had known you would’ve tried to get them out in time… but you didn’t. You wanted the feeling of zemblanity to cloud your thoughts but the more you tried to ignore the fact that you let them die, the more it was hitting you, harder with each suppressed thought.

“Eleven.” You finally said, letting a sigh escape your lips. “Eleven of them were burned alive because I didn’t know The Dragons recruited children.” The sentence hanged in the air, the reason why you were so upset was revealed. No one said a word as you closed your eyes, the screams of terror and agony filled your mind once again as you balled your fists, guilt feeling your chest. “Eleven kids, the same ages as tier nine and ten… eleven kids who I didn’t know were there burned alive all because I had the ideology that The Dragons Canada would do the same as the one in Korea; they wouldn’t recruit anyone under the age of eighteen.”

“Are you sure none of them escaped?” Taeyong asked, chin resting on his intertwined knuckles.

“The case file had counted 123 members in The Dragons. The updated files I acquired read 123 members including 11 members under eighteen…” you swallowed the lump in your throat, the agonizing burning climbing up your chest. “After the explosion, I went in to make sure that everyone was dead… I came across eleven bodies of teenagers… I know what a teen’s body looks like Taeyong.”

But you wish you hadn’t. You wish you didn’t. You wish, in that moment, you forgot what a teen’s body looked like. But you remembered. You remembered as soon as you stumbled upon the first one, then the next, then the next… the burned corpses engraved in your mind will forever haunt your nightmares.

“I’m asking for a temporary break from all overseas missions,” you asked sternly, your eyes moving to your boss, your eyes glossy and tears threatening to spill. A lump in your throat, you ran a hand over your mouth. “A few weeks, a couple of months at most. I just-”

“(Y/n),” Taeyong cut you off, stopping you from talking further. His hands were clasped together on the table, eyes empty so you wouldn’t be able to decipher any emotion from him. “Ask granted.” you met his eyes as he nodded, understanding what you needed right now. He might be your boss and he might be cold and ruthless, but he was your brother, he understood why you were asking.

Taeyong was always one of the few people you would turn to in desperate need. It was always him, Kun, Mark and Lucas. Taeyong was the one to recruit you, the one to give you shelter, the one to give you the position you have today as Captain. He proved that women could be soldiers with you, that women could be just as ruthless with their job and he proved that with you. He was the one you would turn to in intense mental and emotional turmoil because he understood everything just by how he created Neo Culture.

It wasn’t common for corporations to be close. There was one simple goal that was recurring in almost every organization; get the job done. It was different in the space you were practically raised in and honestly speaking, you were grateful that it could be considered a safe space for teens that were brought here at a young age. There’s a reason why NCT was huge and successful; it all started with a good foundation.

It was also rare for generals to be close with their inner circle; they were supposed to take charge, not babysit their soldiers. Taeyong somehow managed to incorporate both into one. His words will always echo in your mind; “Having a good foundation is the key to success, and I plan to use that to all of our advantage, starting with the idea of family.”

“Take the time you need, you don’t need to explain yourself.” He sent you a small smile, one that you greatly appreciated. He might be the heartless NCT boss but when the doors were closed, when he was with 127, WayV and Dream, his true nature showed; the one where he was caring, loving and warm. Where he would laugh like there’s no tomorrow, moments when he would joke around with you and everyone else. The one that wouldn’t be afraid to ask anyone for a second opinion (mainly Yuta, Kun, Taeil and Johnny) and won’t be afraid to tell anyone to talk to him if he sees them struggling.

“Do you need someone to take over your classes?”

You shook your head, your shoulders slouching in defeat. “No, no… I got my classes under control.” You look up at him, “thank you.”

“You need it,” was all he said, “go rest up back at Dream’s dorm. I’ll let Mark know you’ll be there soon, right after your discussion with the boys in tier two.”

You nod your head then proceed to get up from your seat, everything weighing down on you at once. You keep nodding to yourself to stop yourself from breaking down, not wanting to cry in front of them. Heck, some have never seen you cry, again, only a select few and you really wanted to keep to way.

When you got up, Jaehyun got up with you to give you a hug, one that you needed for your own well being. You hugged him tightly, appreciating the act he rarely gives as he whispers, “if you need anything, you know where to find us. WayV is here too.” You nodded your head again, a small ‘okay’ leaving your lips.

He’s never seen you so broken before, he knew you had a soft side for kids, especially the tenth tier but he didn’t blame you for being so upset. He knew you felt guilty, he knew you felt responsible for their deaths and even thought that you were the one that caused it. One side of him, the older brother, wants to tell you that it wasn’t your fault. The interrogator in him knew that telling you such things were lies because he too, knew deep down that the explosion was the cause of their deaths.

You release him from your hold, thanking him again before walking towards the door. You sighed and offered the men of 127 a small smile, one that hides all your emotions and troubles. “I’ll see you guys later.”

You still had a couple more minutes until your small meeting with the second tier boys so you decided to visit WayV. You hadn’t seen them in what felt like forever, almost six months to be exact. You missed them like crazy and you didn’t want them seeing you in an emotional mess so you decided to visit them now, right before you went back to your respective dorm.

You scanned your hand on the scanner at the end of the hall, opening the door as soon as it unlocks and, instantly, you’re met with a hug that almost knocked you backwards. You kept your balance though, clutching onto his shirt like your life depended on it. You missed him, you missed him so much. Hell, you didn’t realize just how much you missed them til right now.

“You’re back…” you muttered under your breath, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He was one of your first students, him and Dream. And now he’s got his life together with WayV. “You’re back.”

He giggled under his breath, “you’re back too… we’ve been in Korea for almost a month and I wanted to see you again- but that doesn’t matter now, you’re here right? That’s all that counts.” You heard his voice crack the tiniest bit at the end but you didn’t point it out. You didn’t want to.

Yangyang is your only graduate student. He was in the D.R.E.A.M.S and was under your wing until you deemed he was ready to be a part of WayV. It was so hard for you to let him go, you’ve seen him grow as an individual and a teammate… you were devastated, to say the least, and now that you’re seeing him for the first time in a while.

If it wasn’t already clear, WayV was more like your best friend group, 127 was your older brothers/mentor group and Dream were your little brothers.Well, as much as they could be in the life you live and the job you did. It just happened and it fit as it was.

You pulled away and immediately baffled on your words at the sight of his hair colour. It was black, which wasn’t out of the ordinary (you’ve seen him in both black and brown before), yet he had silver-white streaks in his hair.

“You did not pull a Jason Todd.” You deadpanned, touching his hair as you glared at him, “You better not die on me, you got it?”

“How can I possibly die when I’m coding all the time?” He giggles again, pointing at your own hair.

“Okay female reserve Todd, you’re the one to talk with the ombre silver hair,” you push him lightly as you both giggle like little kids. “But it suits you, you look more like a badass than before.”

You scoff, running a hand through your hair, “I’d say the same to you, only that you now look like a badass, not before though.” You giggle as he playfully hits your shoulders, his own giggles leaving his mouth. After regaining your composure, you asked, “where’s everyone else?”

Yangyang only grabbed your arm and pulled you across the entrance before stopped when you wanted to take off your jacket and left it on the coat hanger, as well as your mask and your arm gear. Taking those off revealed your tattoos, on the right the written of NCT on it and the left; the marking of Captain for D.R.E.A.M.S. He waiting until you were done to pull you into the living room/kitchen where Kun was cooking with Sicheng, Ten was sitting on the couch furthest away from the TV, Hendery and Lucas were currently sitting in front of the TV playing Mario Kart as Xiaojun observed from a distance on the couch.

“You’ve been playing this game with Yangyang forever and you still suck!”

“Say the person who can’t drift properly.”

“You both can’t trash talk each other when you both suck,” Xiaojun laughed, adjusting his position on the couch.

“Shut up!”

Your eyes widen when both Mario Kart players tell the other to shut it. You spared a glance at Yangyang who was smiling while leaning against the doorframe. “They’re trash-talking… over Mario Kart?” You whispered.

“It’s nothing new,” he whispered back, a happy smile on his face.

“Over Mario Kart…” he shrugged his shoulders as you looked back at the tv, watching Lucas horribly losing as Hendery was way ahead of him. He suddenly picks up a blue shell but doesn’t use it. You’ve truly never facepalmed so hard in your life until now.

“Lucas, if you want a chance to win, then use the blue shell on Hendery right now, it’ll stun him for a couple seconds, which will give you enough time to catch up to him,” You quickly say and he does as he’s told, the strategy working and eventually, Lucas winning the game.

He smiled in victory as he said, “thanks (Y/n).” There’s an immediate pause after he says your name. You rolled your eyes, knowing that they all heard you talk and Lucas even mentioned your name, what’s there not to realize.

“You guys are so slow.”

“Nah for real…” you agreed with the youngest as everyone snaps their heads in your direction, smiles beaming across their faces. Hendery is the first to move, getting up and almost falling on the floor, hoping over the couch to reach you.

You’re met with his warmth, his hug, as he buries his face into your neck and you on his chest. You missed him so much too, it hurts how much you missed them. Hendery wasn’t your student per say, he was already on higher tiers compared to you when you first got to Neo Culture. But then you both waned up in the same tier, tier three and that’s when you both hit it off. He and Lucas became your best friends.

You started tearing up a bit, you weren’t going to lie. It was great seeing Hendery again, you almost forgot how amazing his hugs were too.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered in your ear, causing your heart to swell in awe. “I missed you more you idiot.”

“It’s you already insulting not even five minutes of hugging for me,” you let out a small laugh, one that’s muffled against the fabric of his shirt.

“It’s you not understanding how much I’ve missed you for me,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill.

“I hate you for making me cry.”

Hendery laughs under his breath, “honestly me too.” He pulls away, smiling softly down on you as he laughs again, it being a lot more soft this time around, “why are you crying?”

“Oh, I don’t know… it’s not like I haven't seen you or anyone here for the last six months. It's been rough okay?” You said, groaning and pressing your forehead on his shoulder, “plus I’m not crying, my eyes are sweating. It’s super hot in here, okay?”

You hear a couple laughs behind you as you turn around to see Sicheng and Kun smiling at you as well. You giggle and quickly run up to them, crushing them both into a hug. More tears spill from your eyes, the thought of missing them once again fills your mind.

“You’ve grown,” you roll your eyes at Sicheng’s comment.

“No, shut up, you can’t say that. You can’t say I’ve gotten taller when you’re literally six feet tall-”

“I think he meant matured (Y/n),” you stay silent for a moment, ignoring the way you just embarrassed yourself by assuming something.

“No words, truly, genuinely, forget it ever happened.”

They both chuckled as you released them from your hold, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. Kun and Sicheng have seen you grow into the amazing woman you are today. Both have trained you in both the medical and weaponry field, teaching you all you need to know. You thanked them for everything and unlike 127, who baby you (some way more than others) despite the fact that you all are in the corrupted military, WayV doesn't, hence why you consider them your best friend group.

“You didn’t see me crying,” you said but let out a fit of giggles as someone grabs you from behind, spinning you around and crushing you with a hug. “If you don’t be careful Xiaojun, you’ll suffocate her before Lucas gets to her.”

“Who said I’ll let her go to Lucas?” He said sarcastically, or that’s what you want to think. You know Xiaojun, especially when it came to you, was very much clingy. Which, to anyone else, was unusual, especially for the investigator of the group but he had a lot of reasons to be.

Of course, since you all are involved in the underground activity, it’s bound for one of you to get hurt. You and Xiaojun actually didn’t start off on the right foot, you both just didn’t click. To you, he always was cold and honestly rude towards you. You didn’t really care, at the time that is. That all changed when you both were on a D.R.E.A.M.S mission and you were kidnapped by the enemy; you and twelve others. You had distracted the enemy long enough for him to escape, to get help and to rescue the rest of the lower tiers. At the time, you and he were leading that mission as you both were in the second tier (you just turned 18 and he was turning 18 in a couple of months).

He promised you that he would come back for you, the guilt was swallowing him whole as he raced his way back to base. When he had come back with reinforcements, you weren’t where he left you, and that’s what scared him the most.

He didn’t know that you were trying to take down the person behind the kidnapping, that is until he heard a gunshot. He remembered his heart bursting in thousands of pieces when he heard it and rushed his way to the location where it was heard. Of course, he wasn’t rude or cold to you for nothing, he just didn’t know how to act in front of you, someone who excelled in all her classes and was one of the strongest and smartest people he knew. So he was more upset with himself that he thought he wouldn’t get the chance to tell you how much he looked up to you before it was too late.

When he got to the locked room and found you lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious, his heart dropped. He kicked the door down and cleared the room before rushing to your side, looking for any injuries which he found, a bullet to the shoulder.

Long story short, he kept his promise and realized that he was acting horribly towards you for no reason. After you had recovered, you both became very close friends. That being said, Xiaojun is a lot more protective than the rest of WayV, Ten being the least out of the seven men.

“Hey Jun.”

“Hi (Y/n).”

He rested his chin on your head, as you pressed your head against his chest, his heartbeat thumping in your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding onto him. It was calming, to say the least, relaxing almost. You both didn’t say anything, you didn’t need to. You just listened to the sound of his heartbeat, letting it fill your thoughts.

You didn’t want to think about how you’ll tell them about what you did. You were still very upset about what happened on your mission, you couldn’t help but feel so much guilt and hatred towards yourself but you needed to hold it in, just until you finish with your small discussion with the cinquet.

“Alright, I’m done,” you lifted your head to see who said it but you were suddenly ripped from Xiaojun’s arms and you were falling backwards on the sofa with his arms wrapped around your waist before falling down the sofa and landing on the floor.

“Lucas!” You yelled but it was muffled by his shirt when you toppled on top of him, your head laid on his chest as your arms were practically pinned against his stomach, limiting your movement and all the air leaving your body as the taller male suffocates you without it crossing his mind. “Xuxi-”

“Lucas, you’re suffocating her,” you heard Hendery complain as Xiaojun scoffs from where you used to be. “And this is why I didn’t want him hugging her. He isn’t going to let go.”

“Of course not, I haven’t seen her in decades.”

“I mean, duh,” you chuckled, “we haven’t been alive for more than three, barely passing the two mark.” You get back up and kick him in the thigh, “that’s for tackling me like a linebacker dumbass.”

“Tennie.”

“Don’t ever call me that again you bitch,” you laughed and gave him a hug when he walked over to you, a smirk on his face. “I’m being serious, what a horrible nickname.”

“It’s cute.”

“It’s horrid, disgusting, pitiful,” whacking you on top of your head, he acted offended while pulling away, “I can’t believe you’d treat me this way, after everything I’ve done for you.”

Ten was your trainer when you first got to Neo Culture, teaching you everything you know from hand to hand combat to weapons to large arms. Maybe he’s the reason as to why your personality resembles his too, you used to hang around him all the time.

With the time passing and catching up with the boys, you realized that it was time to talk to your students in tier two. You weren’t dreading the conversation but you definitely wanted to avoid it as much as possible since you just got back.

“I actually gotta go, as much as I don't want to,” you sighed as you moved away from Lucas’s hold, a small frown on his face. God, you didn't want to leave them already especially since you just got here but you needed to resolve the issue with your second tier students. “I need to resolve some issues with some of my students.”

“But you just got here,” Yangyang protested, his back facing you as he surveilled the food on the countertop.”"Since when are your students more important than me?”

“Screw the kids, just stay here,” you rolled your eyes at Ten, playfully hitting him on the shoulder as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. “I'm not joking; they should be fine. Plus, you taught them how to fight and you learned from the best; me.”

“You both are being selfish,” you say as you shake and turn to the youngest of the group. “And I never said they were more important, which technically they are, but I got my priorities sorted out.” You started walking towards the entrance of the living room.

“Ouch,” whispered Hendery, “could you be any more harsh?”

You ran a hand through your hair, looking at the second youngest with a tired look, “do you want me to be?” He raised his hands in defense as you turned to everyone but the two youngest. “Gimme a few hours and I'll be back. I'll see you guys later.”

Waving you off, you walked out of the living room and made your way towards your office in the D.R.E.A.M.S building.

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rizumo-month · 4 years

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Rules:

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Tag all your pieces/ submissions with the #rizumomonth2k20

Rizumo month 2020 will commence on the 1st July - 31 July

Week 1

One Word Prompts:

Schlimqzl: A chronically unlucky person (Yiddish]

Cafune: The act of tenderly running fingers through someone’s hair

Absquatulate: To leave without saying goodbye

Zemblanity : the inenvitable discovery of what we would rather not know ; the opposite of serendipity

Tacenda: Things left better unsaid ; matters to be passed over in silence

Koi No Yokan: the feeling of meeting someone for the first time and knowing that you could easily fall in love with them

La douleur exquisite: the heartwrenching pain of wanting affection from someone unattainable ; literally means the exquisite pain comes from the medical term where morphine cannot dull; undescribable pain of being hurt by someone you love

Week 2

AU:

Accidentally singed your eyebrows off during cram class AU

Gas station AU: strangers meeting at 3 am

Modern neighbour AU: our balconies are right across eachother

Coma AU: from the comatose person’s viewpoint / nurse and patient AU

illumanti AU: “Please, don’t leave me alone.”

Anterograde Amnesia AU: is a loss of the ability to create new memories after the event that caused amnesia, leading to a partial or complete inability to recall the recent past, while long-term memories from before the event remain intact. *cheat have them keeping falling in love

Fireman!AU: where person A’s cat gets struck and person B comes to help * optional bonus izumo is the fireman

Week 3

Dialogue:

Her blade pressed against my throat. “ Go ahead, kill me. Add another ghost to haunt you.”

“For a second, I thought she could actually see me...” The girl looked up and smiled. His blood ran cold. She shouldn’t be able to see him.

“I think i’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

“I’m sorry what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“Has she asked about me?” “yes, I believe her exact words were ‘what can i do to get him to leave me alone?”

“I’m not leaving you. Not this time.”

“You’re trembling.”

Week 4

Songs:

x- Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

x - Slow dancing in the Dark - Joji

x - The Last Time by Taylor Swift

x - Play Date -Melanie Martinez

x - Happiness is like a butterfly by Lana Del Rey

x - Repeat after me by the weeknd

x - True Love by Coldplay

x- Take me to Church by Hozier

Scenes:

X - 1

x - 2

#ao no exorcist #rizumo #blue exorcist #rin x izumo #rin okumura #izumo kamiki #rizumo month #aoex #blue exorcist manga #kazue kato #rinzumo #rizumomonth2k20 #rizumomonth2020

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keviniiryuu · 4 years

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Zemblanity [FIC]

Title: Zemblanity

Ship: Byakuya x Ichigo (ByaIchi) Rating: T

Summary: [AU] Kurosaki Ichigo is a demon hunter and will stop at nothing to destroy those creatures but a time will come when even he couldn't save himself from his inner demons.

Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23876215 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13566452/1/Zemblanity @theseireitei [April Challenge Fic heh.]

#byaichi #bleach #bleachmanga #bleachanime #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #demonau #byakuya kuchiki #ichigo kurosaki #bleach fanfiction #byakuya x ichigo

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seriouslyobsessed · 5 years

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Fanfiction Recommendations

Captain Swan

•So NOT Pregnant By Hookedonapirate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14035353

Emma didn’t believe them when they told her she was pregnant.

•From Under the Ground By caprelloidea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8447029

The year is 2152, eighty-five years after the world’s devestating nuclear war. Killian Jones is a scribe for a not-quite-so-very-legal excavation (read: scavenging) team. In which he discovers a stash of audio logs that he believes are from the 2080’s, and finds himself rather enamored with the voice of a woman called Swan.

•danced in the dark (under september stars) By thejollypirate

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11592125/1/danced-in-the-dark-under-september-stars

For a person to have a soulmate, their compass needs to point toward them. That sounds simple enough, right? Yeah, well it's not so simple when it comes to Emma Swan's life. Between feeling she doesn't deserve a soulmate to perhaps finding a man who could fill in that gap of missing love, there's just one little thing that's a problem. Her compass only points north - broken.

•Her Happy Beginning By Katie_Dub

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10561386

Princess Emma of Misthaven is luckier than most. She finds her happy ending at just six years old. She just doesn’t know it yet.

•It's All Been Done By SpartanGuard

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8423944

jaded-soulmates-through-time AU based on the song of the same title by the Barenaked Ladies

•Zemblanity By lenfaz

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12054838/1/Zemblanity

William Boyd coined the term zemblanity to mean somewhat the opposite of serendipity: "making unhappy, unlucky and expected discoveries occurring by design". A zemblanity is, effectively, an "unpleasant unsurprise". It derives from Novaya Zemlya (or Nova Zembla), a cold, barren land with many features opposite to the lush Sri Lanka (Serendip). Soulmates gone wrong AU.

•Soulmates By CaptainSwanSolo

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11877149/1/Soulmates

CS AU. Having had enough of Mary Margaret and Ruby's 'soul mate' talk, Emma relocates to the bar. There she happens upon a certain blue eyed bartender, who, unbeknownst to her, owns the other half to her swan charm. Based on a tumblr what if where everyone is given a necklace with half a charm at birth and the other half belongs to our soul mate.

•at the end of the fucking world By kathleenfergie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2755214#main

They find each other in the middle of Portland, a swarm surrounding her as he shoved a novelty sword into a zombie. She's wary about the whole thing, but she learns more about Killian Jones than she'd learned about a person in a long time. Emma sticks with him for the company, that's all it will ever be. (She's wrong).

Zombie Apocalypse AU. Oneshot.

•Fusion Was the Broken Heart By ohmyohpioneer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2734940#main

Somehow, here, at the End of the World, he feels less lonely.

•Civic Duty By VickyVicarious

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2756825#main

After three months of Killian going on about some girl named Swan, Liam gets impatient with waiting for his little brother to introduce him to his girlfriend, and decides to take matters into his own hands.

...In a suitably embarrassing way to punish him for the delay, of course.

#captain swan #captain swan fanfiction #fanfiction recommendations #fanfic #fanfiction #OUAT #once upon a time

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onceuponaprincessworld · 6 years

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CaptainSwan Soulmate AU Recs

Hello CS Fandom and Happy New Year! I ‘ve decided to start this year with a list of some wonderful Soulmate fics. Hope you enjoy!

If you are intrested you can find my other lists here.

Mutlichapter

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Countdown, @paranoiaqueen

What if you could have a countdown until you met your soulmate? Emma Swan thinks it's all b.s. and that she doesn't need some guy in a lab coat to tell her who to love but then she meet a dashing Brit in a pub. He has a messed up timer, one with no match. Killian Jones was a man with no countdown until he'd leave her. But can she open herself up to love?

The Music of the Heart Soulmate Finder, @whimsicallyenchantedrose

Emma Swan is skeptical of the newest rage in the dating world--The Music of the Heart Soulmate finder. When Mary Margaret convinces her to get one for herself, will it point her to her own soulmate? Will she have the courage to open her heart to the possibility of True Love?

foxtrot uniform charlie kilo, @swanisms

In order to get into the soulmates exclusive apartments outside of uni and escape their shitty roommates, Killian and Emma pretend to be soulmates.

My Thoughts Are With You, Shut_up_im_reading

Emma never thought she would need or even want a soulmate. She was happy with what she had… until it was gone. Neal left her, taking all she had and leaving her with nothing so when she meets her soulmate she’s not interested. But when she can hear him in her mind it’s hard to ignore one plan and simple fact. Emma Swan and Killian Jones are meant to be together.

Amaranthine, @caprelloidea

In which soulmates are rare, and those that have them stop aging at adulthood. Rarer still – and dangerously conspicuous – are those that have special abilities. Immortality and powers alike fade when soulmates come in close proximity with their other half. In which Emma’s touch heals, and Killian’s kills.

More Than All the Stars, @cutieodonoghue

In a world full of soulmates, Emma Nolan doesn’t know who hers is. Enter Killian Jones, attempting to stop his brother from proposing to his soulmate, only to be thrown a curveball when he’s sent to spend Christmas on a farm with a bunch of strangers. (soulmate modern au)

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I See The Light (Now That I See You), @bisexual-killian-jones

Emma was twenty-six when she could finally see colors, after she had lost faith in it ever happening to her. She just wasn't quite expecting it to be him. AU where you only see black and white until you meet your soulmate.

One-shots

Soulmarked, @phiralovesloki

Emma Swan just wants to be loved for who she is, and not because someone feels obligated to love her. It's just her luck that she has a soulmate somewhere out there, while she's already in love with someone else.

You’re the Tune that Stuck, @lifeinahole27

A soulmates au where you can have any number of things happen to reveal you have a soulmate. In this one, Emma suddenly hears the songs that her soulmate are either listening to or have stuck in their head.

first day of my life, @piratesails

Killian has never been one to give in. No matter how shitty the hand he’s been dealt. Because, really, Times Square on New Year’s Eve just as the ball’s about to drop? Bloody hell, you’ve got to be kidding him.

Soulmate AU where you get a tattoo telling you the time and place you’ll meet them.

Forget-me-nots on my Skin (Forevermore), @lirapheus

Soulmate!AU in which you see the world in black and white until your soulmate comes into your life, a burst of colour among the dull crowds. And once you touch your soulmate, the whole world comes alive.

Killian Jones is an English tattoo artist who moves to New York after his brother's death. Emma Swan is helping Mary Margaret with her flower shop in The Big City. (She has never been a flower person, but she needs to pay the rent.)

Missed Connections, @captainswanluver

Emma Swan doesn’t think she’ll ever see the handsome stranger she spilled coffee all over again. Killian Jones doesn’t believe he’ll ever see the beautiful blonde who ruined his shirt. So they couldn’t be more surprised when their paths keep crossing, only to find that something keeps standing in the way of them making a lasting connection. But when you keep meeting the same person over and over again in a city of 8 million people, is it mere coincidence or fate?

Zemblanity, @lenfaz

The Time Tattoo, @onceuponabadass

What would you do if you knew when the most important moment in your life was going to happen? For Emma Swan that moment was 23 years 22 days 8 minutes and 15 seconds away... and it was only getting closer.

Dumbledore Guy, @seeknot2alterme

When Emma was born she was marked with, in her opinion, the worst soulmate mark anyone could ever have. People are born marked with the first words their true love would ever say to them, and Emma's happened to spoil one of the greatest plot twists of all time.

Scar of the Heart, @curiousthingdarkness

Emma Swan hunts alone. Except on nights when Killian Jones, fellow demon hunter and pain in her ass, insists on joining her. When dealing with a particularly troublesome beast, they discover that perhaps there is more to each other than meets the eye.

Like Rum On The Fire, @nightships

Emma Swan grows up learning to never expect the spark of true love on her skin and lives in Boston as a bail bondsperson. Killian Jones never expects to feel love again after he loses Milah, but finds his revenge may lie in the hands of the Savior. Both of them are surprised when he breaks into her home on the night of her birthday.

how close is close enough, @swanisms

There’s something to be said for the way a soulmate fucks.

The movies, the novels, the articles, the “Soulmates Are Great, Get Yours Now!” sales pitch is that love-making isn’t truly love-making until it’s your One True Love. Too optimistic, “Once Upon a Time” to consider that making love to your soulmate could be the last thing you want.

Fucking them, however, has its perks.

Skin Deep, @captainodonewithyou

There is a soulmate tattoo headcanon popping around on tumblr about soulmates having tattoos of the last words their love will say to them. My friend told me to write it, and I did. Captain Swan angst ahead. (pirate)

Spoilers, @thejacketandthehook

Emma Swan has a soulmate tattoo on her ribcage that gives her pretty big spoilers for the Harry Potter universe.

and you’re mine, @belovedcreation

soulmate au where instead of your soulmates first words to you written on your skin it’s their last words you ever hear them say so you don’t know who your soulmate is until you lose them.

Is There Anyone Out There ('Cause it's Getting Harder and Harder to Breathe)?, LovingCSFanfiction

Not everyone finds a soul mate, but those lucky enough can see color. It’s not a terrible life if you never find a soul mate. You can still fall in love and live a happy and healthy life. You can still have a family and want nothing more than to have them be the last person you see at night and the first person in the morning. You can still have an unexplainable bond with them. Having a soul mate is just the little extra oomph to the relationship, and you don’t know the oomph if you’ve never had it. So, you’ll find someone you love and not know what’s missing, and everything will be okay. That is exactly what Emma Swan did when she married Neal Cassidy at 18, and exactly why it became a problem when she met her real soul mate, Killian Jones, 10 years later. CS Soul Mates AU.

like the sun, kathleenfergie

“What gave me away this time?” he asked.

“Well, you’re always English and your eyes never change. It gets easier every century,” she explained.

True Love Leaves a Mark, @sotheylived

Emma learns that the tattoo she’s had written directly above her heart for more than ten years may have come from something other than a long night of drinking.

danced in the dark (under september stars), @thejollypirate

(the one for you and me), @swanisms

And, most importantly, she’s praying to whatever gods there are that might hear her plea - even though they’ve never listened before, not when she needed them most - that this is not the time of the year that her soul mate decides to come out as a closeted Christmas nut and start blasting it in her head, where she won’t be able to find any escape. (Holiday Soulmates AU).

Stardust in Your Skin, midwestwind

Emma Swan may believe in magic and curses and fairy tales but she absolutely does not believe in soulmates.

marked, lantanapetals

captain swan; soulmate tattoo au.

give me a shot at the night, birdbox (Bella_Barbaric)

Emma stares at her wrist in her lap, her breathing getting shallow; she even tries, stupidly, to scrub the letters off but like David's and Mary Margaret's they're stuck fast. Forever. She has a soulmate. Somewhere in London, her soulmate is walking around—and probably just found her own initials tattooed onto their wrist. She might be within days of meeting them.

Only One Way This Could Go, @wingedlioness

I need a fic where Emma and Killian are soul mates and everyone knows (because their soul mate identifying symbols are like super visual), but they act like rivals and say they “don’t want to be forced together”, but are actually secretly dating after a drunk hook up.

Written in the Stars, @herfairy

Emma Swan wasn't an expert on love – mainly because she didn't believe in it and no soulmate was going to change her mind.

Two-Shots

I Will Learn to Let You Go, @lifeinahole27

Killian Jones, having lost his own soulmate years before, spends his free time finding the soulmates of other people. It’s what he’s good at, and he gets paid well to do it. Finding the soulmate of his latest client may prove to be the worst job he’s ever taken on, though. It’s not because Emma Swan is hard to find, but because he finds himself falling in love with her.

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