OKAY WHAT

— MEMORY ( AS YOU SLIP AWAY )

↷ zhongli x reader ( minific ) . . . coming soon

❝ just remember, the storm doesn't last forever. it can scare you; it can shake you to your core. but it never lasts. the rain subsides, the thunder dies, and the winds calm to a soft whisper. and that moment after the storm clouds pass, when all is silent and still, you find peace. quiet, gentle peace. ❞

S. L JENNINGS , THE FEAR OF FALLING

DISCLAIMERS + NOTES

i. THIS WORK CONTAINS MENTIONS and some depictions of violence and gore, death and mass murdering *looks at the reader*, angst just lots of angst with a bittersweet ending, sad vibes all around, some humor, reader just trying to vibe and survive but also being a hot emotional mess.

ii. THE READER IS A GOD INSPIRED by the gods from noragami and uses feminine terms as a descriptor. the use of y/n is minimal at best and they are usually referred to by their godly name 'foras'. this work also contains smut, said chapter will be tagged appropriately.

iii. I DO NOT OWN THE characters mentioned save for any mentioned original characters. the above image was taken from picsart and the manga / anime ‘noragami’ belongs to adachitoka. however, i will not tolerate plagiarism of any kind of this work. please do not steal / repost / copy my work onto this or other websites and if you find it anywhere else ( save tumblr or ao3 ) then kindly let me know. thanks for choosing to read this book!

SUMMARY

EVEN THE DIVINE WERE NOT exempt from the misfortunes of fate. those who rule teyvat bear their burdens of loss and blood, of the times of peace they once lived sullied by the ugly scars of war. even the gods look upon their lands and wish for their respite away from their bleak reality and loneliness.

YOU WERE A YOUNG GOD, born in an age of a peace that stood upon foundations yet to be reinforced and solidified. the whispers of the dead long past meet your ears and the longing of humanity beats within your heart. but fate, as it is, dispassionate against the divine and the mortal lets your ascension be marred by three cruel curses.

PERHAPS YOU WERE DOOMED to be forgotten from the start, to be glanced over by the heavens till you fade away from history and it's writings. but you still keep walking, keep wandering, despite your fears and heartache, bearing the scars of a war upon your back and the wish of humanity in your heart. a promise that you hope to keep for a friend and lover till the very memory of you slips away.

INDEX

masterlist || playlist || quotev ( sfw version. ) || author rambles

✧ CH. 00 — conception ; a story goes unspoken.

✧ CH. 01 — vernal equinox ; with the blooming flowers, comes you.

✧ CH. 02 — summer solstice ; the letters between friends remain uninked.

✧ CH. 03 — autumnal equinox ; trust not the words of an apsara.

✧ CH. 04 — winter solstice ; the flower fades but your breath stays warm.

✧ CH. 05 — interlude ; in this dream, the scent of jasmine persists.

✧ CH. 06 — afterword ; your memory, as you slip away.

PLAYLIST

little talks ( of monsters and men ) — a soulmate who wasn't meant to be ( jess benko ) — je te laisserai des mots ( patrick watson ) — dream a little dream of me ( ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong ) — the night we met ( lord huron ) — wasteland, baby ( hozier ) — evermore ( dan stevens ) — merry go round of life ( joe hisaishi ) — lovers' oath ( yu-peng cheng ) — mountain sound ( of monsters and men ) — in this shirt ( the irrepressibles ) — hearing ( sleeping at last ) — saturn ( sleeping at last ) — my heart is buried in venice ( rick montgomery ) — happiness is a butterfly ( lana del ray ) — love like ghosts ( lord huron ) — sayonaragokko ( amazarashi ) — yamiyo ( eve ) — yumemiteta no atashi ( daoko )

AINE © 2022. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

Tail fluff

So, it's the first fic I decided to translate :D

I'm doing it mostly just for my dear Xiao (szia!) so you must know there is no appropriate editing :D

Fandom: MXM, AB6IX

Pairing: Youngmin/Woojin(one sided), Donghyun/Youngmin, Woojin/Daehwee

Summary: "Because Yeonmin has a beautiful "Kim Donghyun" on his shoulders by Hangul, and only "Woojin-Woojin-Woojin" in his mind"

Yongmin's got it all fucked up.

Warning: soulmate AU, soolmates's name on skin, K-pop, ex member, rude words, not good text, maybe no plot, maybe bad explanation, no editing, translated in 5 am so no judge :D

Busan Tech. - means Busan College of Information Technology, since all characters are in Busan

Park Woojin has a beautiful smile, even with crooked teeth and malocclusion. He has a rough voice, a purely boyish character and a willingness to protect his loved ones, even though he is not even twenty. He is a small tanned sun with still childishly plump cheeks, and he is the stabbing pain of Youngmin's heart.

They have known each other since their parents met as new neighbors and became friends with families. Buddies - since baby Woojin sat down on his bed and called Youngmin's room cool, even though he was only five and didn't know a thing about hip-hop of the nineties. Best friends - since Yeongmin protected him from annoying classmates who were bothering him because of the name under his ribs.

Park Woojin is his first love, which Youngmin nurtured in himself, stubbornly ignoring the hangul on his shoulders and Woojin's dreams of the destined. Woojin became his unhealthy obsession and Yeonmin pursued him for ten years until a fucking fate destroyed everything.

- Hyung, I found him! I found Daehwee!

Everything was perfectly fine, until Woojin's dreams became enthusiastic real stories, when Lee Daehwee appeared on the horizon of their future.

Lee Daehwee.

The one whose name is burned under Woojin's ribs, Hangul on Woojin's sun kissed skin.

His fucking destined one. A long-awaited dream.

- I'm Lee Daehwee, Woojin's soulmate, nice to meet you. Please take care of me, hyung.

Youngmin would like to hate him. Try a little harder, make some efforts and separate this couple. It's not that difficult, Youngnmin just has to be more selfish. But he gasps, he can't find words when he sees how happy Woojin is, just holding Daehwee's hand. Love and adoring look in his eyes, trembling hands and this sweet awkwardness between them. Youngmin sees, how Daehwee is nervous, though he is as happy as he should be, Youngmin sees his fears and anxiety. He understands that Dehwee really wants to please him, as a close person of Woojin. How Dehwee tries to make Woojin happy, and it breaks Youngmin's heart.

Because, after all, he isn't crazy enough with his love to ignore how Woojin pronounces Daehwee's name.

Softly, adoring, with love in every sound and gasping a little. Right the way it happens to the most important people in your life.

And that's why he says:

- Please take care of Woojin.

Thus, Park Ujin, Yeonmin's first and only love, became the one who broke his heart into small pieces and kept destroying his life with his happiness: hugging, having fun and chatting incessantly about his Daehwee.

Yeonmin's life was like walking on broken glass and endlessly waiting for his happiness.

Until Kim Donghyun showed up, flashing with his smile and Yeonmin's name right around his neck.

- You are my destined one? My soulmate? - Yeonmin's heart does not dance, nor does his breathing stop. There is no stars in his eyes, no butterflies in his stomach and no will to please this young guy with pure smile and adoration in his eyes. He feels nothing but irritation and endless fatigue, and he doesn't even want to talk to Donghyun. He looks too enthusiastic, too joyful, and there is so much hope and self-confidence in his gaze that Yeonmin is physically ill.

Because Donghyun looks at him the way Woojin did to Daehwee.

- Sorry, man. Not interested. I already have someone.

Youngnmin is literally sick of all this soulmate shit. He snaps at Donghyun, he doesn't allow to come closer than a meter, and ignores him in every possible way. He washes his hands of it.

Because Yeonmin has a beautiful "Kim Donghyun" on his shoulders by Hangul, and only "Woojin-Woojin-Woojin" in his mind.

Yongmin's got it all fucked up.

- Hyung, we have decided that we will study in Seoul. Dehwee wants to go to that stupid singing school.

Youngming gasps.

- What about… what about Busan Tech*?

- Come on, Hyung. You said they would take me anywhere. And if not, I will go to work, with my bike I'm welcome in every delivery service.

And Park Woojin has "Lee Daehwee" under her ribs and fingers in Daehwee's hairs, lips on his skin, a life together and a promised nasty "happily ever after" in the plans. There are just just him, his beloved one and dreams about their future.

Park Woojin is doing insultingly well, and it's ruining Youngmin's life.

But it gives a good chance to Donghyun.

- Alright, hyung, just give up. Let him go.

Kim Donghyun is a headache that cannot be ignored, at least because of the eternal itching on the skin and an overwhelming sense of guilt.

- Don't you dare to order me what to do. What are you waiting for, huh? I already told you…

- You're not so selfish as to ruin his life. Right, hyung? You won't mourn your first love forever, I know. I will wait. I have enough patient for you.

Kim Donghyun is a soothing "it's okay" before the first shared kiss and a confident "I'll wait." He is the slanted cunning eyes and a serene smile, warm hands and a lot of touches, a firm shoulder and an inadequate desire to be around at any time. He looks at Yeonmin with a knowing look and never once condemns him for his choice. But he does not give up on his own.

(He doesn't give up on Yeongmin.)

- Whatever you want, - Lim Youngmin is too tired to fight against him, though there is no willing to mess up with this guy.

Kim Donghyun is the most stubborn and persistent person Youngmin has ever known. And 'cause of his personality, Yeonmin wants to prove him wrong, refute his every word and kick him out of his life. But he can't, because he stumbles, bumping into a loving look and finding himself in Donghyun's apartment far too often, where they soon find themselves without clothes.

(Surprisingly, when Donghyun hugs him from behind, burying his head in his neck, their names touch.

And Youngmin's skin stops itching.)

Yeonmin would like to go after Woojin, tear him away from this nasty boyfriend and give Woojin his heart. He wants to say, go on, it's already yours, broken as fuck, you can hardly glue it together. Youngmin could have spat on his maturity, turn on his selfishness and force Woojin to take responsibility. After all, how long have they known each other?.. The whole life?

But he won't do anything. Because he finds his heart in Donghyun's hands, carefully patching up his wounds. And then Youngmin realizes that Donghyun understands what it's like to have unrequited love better than anyone else. After all, he looks at him the same way Youngmin looked at Woojin.

Maybe that's why only he manages to erase the name "Park Woojin" from Youngmin's head little by little?

map of the soul — ryomen sukuna.

immortal sukuna thinks that one time for the present. maybe two times for the past, repeating over and over. but it really doesn't matter, when he's happy that he's with you. he's happy no matter what, because you met each other again.

GENRE: alternate universe - reincarnation!;

WARNING/S: nsfw, fluff, angst, romance, reincarnation, immortality, ambuiguity, hurt/comfort, hurt, physical touch, memory loss, sadness, pain, grief, pining, crying, humor, domestic, death, light-hearted, happy ending, depictions of character death, depiction of pining, depiction of immortality, mention of grief, mention of accidents, mention of pining, immortal! sukuna, reincarnated! reader;

masterlist

if you want to, tip!

persona

immortal sukuna who — in your first life (1).

immortal sukuna who — in your first life (2).

immortal sukuna who — in your first life (3).

immortal sukuna who — in your first life (4).

make it right

immortal sukuna who — in your second life (1).

immortal sukuna who — in your second life (2).

shadow

immortal sukuna who — in your third life (1).

immortal sukuna who — in your third life (2).

louder than bombs

immortal sukuna who — in your fourth life (1).

my time

moon

the eternal

long hair choso 🩶

ac: rednoki0

my favorite fatui dynamics so far (try to spot my favorite trope):

dottore: frail childhood friend reader. something about dottie growing up with this person who hangs around with him despite the rumors and even idolises him is too cute. and dottore willing to do anything to cure their illness? muah

scara: kitsune reader. technically another childhood friends to lovers since they grew up together. i like foxes and i like the parallel of the raiden twins having fox familiars and scara himself having one.

signora: i used to not like writing siggy with anyone because i like the idea of her loving her boyfriend until the very end but i think it would be cute if reader, siggy and rostam were in a poly relationship. maybe when siggy studied in the academia, reader gor badly injured in battle while rostam died so siggy had to become the crimson witch to protect reader.

pantalone: childhood friend reader. i want them to both endure the pains of being poor together. maybe a little forbidden love situation where reader becomes a member of the qixing while pantalone is part of the fatui?? ooo and maybe reader gets romantically involved with ning...the drama...or reader could follow pantalone to the fatui and become his secretary or smth

tartaglia: childhood friend reader. yeah i think it would be dope to have this concerned s/o who was worried when he fell into the abyss and realised the change but they didn't know what to do. so when he gets inducted into the fatui, reader follows along in secret to keep an eye on him. now they are working under him.

Some affectionate sketches

Okay goodnight akdksks

I thought about coloring these but akjsksjs eh

Pov : he's comforting you🩵

It Feels a Little Real Now

Dabi x Fem!Reader part 6

Warnings: Mention on Pregnancy, minor mention of childhood trauma (nothing specific)

Summary: As you both come to terms with the situation at hand, Dabi shares a little bit of himself with you. While somethings just make everything a little more real for him.

WC: 1.6K

Series Masterlist 🌙 Part 5

“You know you could help me, right?” Dabi asks from his spot on the floor.

“Nah, I like watching you struggle. Plus, you so don’t want me to help.” You giggle.

“You’re right - I really don’t want you to help but I really just wanna light this piece of shit up.”

“Please refrain from destroying my baby’s crib.”

He tosses the screw driver off to the side and lays back on the floor. “Our baby.”

“Our baby. Sorry, I’m still getting used to the whole you being here thing.”

His head tilts to the side so he can look over at you seated in your little glider. He offers you a small crooked smile as he watches your hand rest on your little bump. Groaning, he sits himself back up and looks over the instructions again. Taking a deep breath, he sets to work attempting to set the crib up and resist the urge to set it on fire. After almost an hour of grumbling and complaining, he finally pushes the finished crib into the spot you point to. Handing you the little mattress, he sits on the floor and watches you put the little elephant covered sheet over it before handing it over so he can drop it in the crib.

“And crib is done. What do you think, doll?” He questions, holding out a hand to help pull you up out of the glider.

“Perfect. Thank you for building it.” You hum and wrap an arm around his waist.

“Course, doll. The little monster’s gonna need a place to sleep.”

“Don’t call our baby a monster.”

“Nah, she’s gonna be my little monster.”

“Again, please don’t call our daughter a monster.”

“It’s that or crotch goblin.” He states with a teasing grin.

“Can’t she have a normal nickname?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, call her whatever you like. I need a snack.” You grumble, getting up and heading to the kitchen leaving him alone in the nursery.

Once you're out of the room, he turns around and looks around the room. Taking a deep breath, he settles in your glider and stares at the little crib that his baby will sleep in in a few months from now. The thought makes his stomach twist with an emotion somewhere between excitement and fear. The never ending thought that he could fuck this all up courses through his veins like fire. Pushing his feelings to the side, he pushes himself out of the chair and heads into the kitchen to find you coating a chocolate bar in peanut butter and marshmallow fluff.

“Cravin’ something sweet?” He snorts.

“Yeah, plus this is just good. Wanna bite?” You offer, holding the candy out to him.

Raising a brow, he takes the candy from you and takes a small bite. Handing it back, he chews thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“Very good. I’m gonna eat this then make dinner. Sound good?”

Dabi nods and hops up onto an empty spot on the counter, making sure to leave you enough room to cook. He had to admit, something about your little baby bump made an odd sense of pride swell in his chest. He had already told you so many times you were his, but now it was obvious. Now you were happily having his baby and he was ok with that. He never thought he’d be the person to be happy about a baby, but the thought makes his heart skip a beat.

“So,” you finally break the silence as you chop vegetables. “You’re ok with this? The whole baby thing?”

“It’s not ideal, but, honestly, I’m not upset about it or anything. I just had to work through some shit. You okay with it?”

“Yeah, I am actually. I was really freaked out and scared at first, but, now, I actually kind of like the idea of having a baby and being a mom. So you really wanna stick around and do the dad thing, right?”

“I mean, yeah, I don’t want to be a shit dad who ditches his kid. I know what it’s like to have a dad that doesn’t care. I’m not doing that to my kid. I know I’m probably not going to be the best dad in the world but I’m gonna try.”

“That’s all I could ask for honestly, especially since I figured I was gonna be doing this alone.”

“Not gonna let you do it all alone, I promise. I care about you and the little monster growing inside of you.”

You can’t help the small smile that takes over your face as you slide all of the chopped vegetables into a pan and add some spices. “Good, I’m really happy you want to be a part of this.”

“Course I wanna be a part of it. You’re having my baby. Just because I’m an emotionally stunted asshole, doesn’t mean I can’t care about you and my kid.”

You offer him a soft smile before turning your attention back to your vegetable stir fry. Humming quietly, you add the finishing touches to the pan and grab two bowls to serve everything. Giving Dabi a small smile, you offer him his bowl before making your way to the couch. Taking the bowl from you, he grabs drinks from the fridge and follows you over, collapsing next to you. Setting the drinks on the table, he watches you take a bite of your food and moan at the taste.

“You enjoying the food, doll?” He snorts as you stuff another bite into your mouth.

“Mhmm, I’m starving and this is really good.”

He watches you carefully before digging into his own food with a happy groan at the taste. “Alright, it is really fucking good so I can’t even blame you.”

“Thank you - I’m a fantastic cook.”

“You’re ok.”

“I’m better than you.”

“Yeah, because the only time I’ve ever really cooked is when you’ve bitched at me until I stayed and helped.”

“Well, maybe you should learn to cook since you’re gonna be a dad soon.”

“Guess I could learn to cook a few actual things.”

You smile brightly at him and focus on eating your dinner in silence. The two of you fall into a perfect, comfortable silence while you clean up after dinner. To your surprise, Dabi appears behind you and takes the dried dishes and puts them away. Finally, the mess around you is cleared away and you find yourself curled against him on your bed.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You question finally breaking the silence.

“Course, doll.”

“Anytime you say something about your family or father, it’s always just how shitty it was. What happened?”

Dabi stiffens next to you but takes a deep breath and slowly relaxes as you trace little shapes on his chest. “You really wanna know about my shitty childhood?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. I know you don’t like to talk about the past and stuff, so you don’t have to tell me everything, but I’d like to know a little bit more about everything.”

“Fine, to make a long, shitty story short, my dad wanted a kid that could be a hero, something more amazing than he ever could be. He wanted me to be that but I wasn’t and, when he figured that out, he acted like I hardly existed. I no longer mattered in his world. So what do you do when you’re built up to be something amazing, then told you can’t be that? You crash and burn and that’s what I did. So, to end our super fun story, I am legally a dead man.”

You sit up and look down at him, attempting to take in everything he just said. “Touya, what do you mean by you’re legally dead?”

“I mean just that. I technically don’t exist in this world anymore. I disappeared when I was younger and that’s it.”

“Touya, I’m sorry. That’s horrible.”

“It is what it is.”

“But it's horrible and I always knew your story wasn’t going to actually be sunshine and rainbows but you’re legally dead? Your family has no idea you’re alive?”

“Nope. And, so far, I like it that way.” He looks up at you and sighs. “It’s fine, doll. I’ve got a whole thing planned out.”

“What kind of thing?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Eh, it is what it is. I think it’ll be a lot of fun.” He grins.

You roll your eyes but still give him a slightly unsure look. Sighing, you relax against the headboard and look over him on the bed. Your hand unconsciously rubs over your belly. Sitting up, he leans against the headboard next to you and pulls you into a soft kiss. One of his hands joins yours on your belly. He sighs into the kiss and heats up his hand while cupping your cheek with the other one. Just as he moves to deepen the kiss, the baby shifts and kicks against the warmth of his hand causing him to pull away and freeze against you.

You immediately grin up at him. “Did you feel that?”

“Yeah? What the hell was that?”

“What do you mean what the hell was that? That was your baby, stupid.”

“That was the baby?”

“Yeah. That was her kicking.” You laugh as she kicks against his hand again. “She can feel your warmth.”

“She’s kicking? That’s her?” He asks, voice filled with wonder.

“Yeah, that’s her. That’s our baby.”

He swallows and moves his hand over your bump, feeling the baby move and kick more. “She’s real. She’s a real little thing inside of you.”

“Yeah, she is. Our baby is a real little thing.”

I'm gonna start a trend hehe >:3

So :

How would your Fae Sun and Moon react to being called baby (as in affectionate petname sense)? Like when we pet them or we just nuzzle into their necks gently??? Sth sth soft touches and petnames have been plaguing me lately, thank you 😃💥

OKAY SEE YOU JESTIE HEHEHE

🫣💞✨💥‼️

Calling the faeries, the generous pet name givers themselves, a pet name?

Oh, Starrie,

They’d crumble

They can dish it out but they can’t take it