#younger au

[whiteliesblacklips]

Younger Destiny rp starter.

Open to everyone. Destiny is about 17 in this thread.

The mission had gone well. A simple infiltration and assassination that had gone smooth enough to warrant celebration. Which is what the adults were doing. The teenaged assit on the other hand, sat outside the bar trying to clean dried blood from under his nails.

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Shen Yuan learns that it’s very easy to hate on a character and wish for their demise in the most brutal way possible when you aren’t in the story.

Because he’s helping Ming Fan improve his guqin playing. The same Ming Fan that he wanted to be shoved into the dirt of the burning Qing Jing peak. He’s just a boy with a little too much pride but he has his loyalties, Shen Yuan didn’t know this before.

Qing Jing peak disciples were described to be stuck up brats and rich kids, flexing on Binghe and bullying him relentlessly. Shen Yuan cheered when their dead bodies littered the peak. He’s teaching them poetry as they all shuffle nervously to the front to read aloud their poems to the class as he gives them silent encouragement.

Yue Qingyuan was an enabler, turning a blind eye to the way the original goods was handling things. Shen Yuan wrote praise as the arrows bit into his skin and sent him falling. Yue Qingyuan brought him sweets and tea, always asked how he was doing after the peak lord meetings. He was a good man.

It’s very easy for him to forget that he’s in a story. These people weren’t real, they aren’t supposed to be real or complex; but they are. Somedays he can’t get out of bed curling up as he remembers the paragraphs describing how the peak burned to the ground. Ming Fan’s skin peeling off, disciples littering the once green ground. Binghe stands above it all Xin Mo in hand with a smirk on his lips.

Binghe brings him congee that afternoon with worried glances, he asks if he needed to see Mu Qingfang. Shen Yuan shakes his head and let’s Binghe set the congee on his desk.

Binghe lingers, Shen Yuan doesn’t dismiss him. He stays in his room for a long time. An esteemed immortal cultivator shouldn’t have a disciple in his room like this, but today Shen Yuan wasn’t one. Today he was scared and tired and feeling like the age he died as (Shang Qinghua said he was way too young to die but Shen Yuan has long grown numb to it with doctors in the past constantly estimating his chances of survival).

Then Binghe asks if he can hold him. He immediately backtracks profusely apologizing for his rude behavior and almost bolts out the door like a startled rabbit. He stops in his tracks when Shen Yuan whispers a small “please.”

Binghe lingers at his bedside before hesitantly joining him. He is stiff as he slowly wraps his arms around Shen Yuan’s torso. Binghe is no longer a disciple at the moment, he is a boy one year older than Shen Yuan; his friend that wants to comfort him. Right now Shen Yuan doesn’t have to pretend to be a wise old teacher with responsibility crushing him, right now he can lay in bed with Binghe and be held so softly and tenderly.

They lie in bed together for many hours. Him and this person who was so much more than the paragraphs upon paragraphs written about him. So much more than anything that Shen Yuan can conceive with his mind. Binghe was so much more, and so deserving of a better ending.

Shen Yuan cries at the abyss with the System’s timer ticking down. Sobs that wrecked his body and made him shake, his eyes puffy red as he watches Binghe with the glowing sigil on his forehead. Shen Yuan fall to his knees.

Binghe holds him, even at a moment like this. Throws his arms around him and squeezes so tightly like Shen Yuan was the one about to be thrown into this world’s version of hell. Like Shen Yuan was the one deserving of comfort in this situation.

The abyss arc was his all time favorite in pidw. It was the arc that his 12 year old self marveled at with all the unique monsters and flora. Eyes glued to the screen at all the challenges, women, and strength Binghe had received. He was eager for when he enacted his revenge.

Now he wished it never happened, never created, never thought up of. The disciples older and younger than Shen Yuan didn’t deserve to die, the peak lords he had grown close to didn’t deserve to die, Binghe didn’t deserve this fate. No one did, real people or not.

At least when he died in this life he would be in Binghe’s arms instead of alone like in his last one. He rested his head on Binghe’s shoulder as the countdown reached zero.

His heart stops and Shen Yuan dies.

Something glitches, his body convulsing.

Shen Yuan pushes Binghe off of him with strength he definitely didn’t have. He tries to control his limbs but they don’t budge. He was being controlled by something.

“STOP, STOP, STOP!” Shen Yuan tries to yell as his body robotically steps towards a scared Binghe. He knows what’s about to happen.

“BINGHE—BINGHE, RUN!” Shen Yuan tries to warn, get Binghe out of here. Luo Binghe stays put staring up at him so close to the edge of the abyss.

Shen Qingqiu’s body kicks him and he goes tumbling into the darkness. Shen Yuan screams until his throat is raw.

“So you’re the brat who’s been in my body.” A disembodied voice says as it seems to scrutinize Shen Yuan.

It’s very easy to hate the PIDW Shen Qingqiu, with or without being in the story.

[lightstrikesfromabove]

The city of Oldwood was built amidst the dry grasses of a simple savanna and is truly an extraordinary sight. Its appearance is matched by the backdrop of pristine skies which have helped shape the city to what it is today. The climate these skies brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built to great heights, as if to try and reach the blue skies above them. The skyline is packed with distinct skyscrapers and many have clearly been built within the last decade.

Parks and gardens are flourishing in Oldwood and it has attracted a lot of attention. Many new cultures have left their mark not just on the city's history, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of few cultures has grown into a fusion of everything and it's this that unites the 13 million people to this day.It's this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark. Hundreds of take-outs, bars and sandwich bars offer a plethora of culinary choices and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy sport activities, art galleries, adventure sports or one of the many other recreational venues.

However out into the countryside a disturbance was going. Light was out by herself once again. Fresh bruises and cuts hunting for something to eat. Her latest target a quaint townhome with a small garden. Stalking in the darkness up to the back of the house to root through the trash can. Hopefully he did toss out something she could nibble on.

[lil-lowkei]

AN AUU X33 this is my first Dogman au it’s an younger au I got bored and decided to post it I hope you all like it :3

[violetmuses]

No Love Allowed - Johnny “Coco” Cruz || Prologue

TITLE: No Love Allowed || Johnny “Coco” Cruz

POINT OF VIEW: First Person

FANDOM: “Mayans M.C.” Universe

CHARACTER: Johnny “Coco” Cruz

PAIRING: OC Robin Davis + Johnny “Coco” Cruz

STORYLINE: With summer in full swing, a new neighbor catches all kinds of attention. (Younger Meet-Cute Introduction)

WARNINGS: Strong language, alcohol, etc.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey! I’ve written this short drabble as a prologue that leads into the storyline’s universe. Please let me know what you think and happy reading!

Tagged: @peakyrogers

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2003

Robin Davis

Another weekend block party. I found myself holding this Solo cup while standing on the sidewalk. Neighbors relaxed on their porches and opened coolers in an effort to beat the heat.

Not even a few weeks earlier, I’d moved here because of my parents, somehow needing to finish college in a brand new place. It was Mom’s effort to get me out of the house, especially since I’d barely made friends before this point.

Music still thumped from various stereos or speakers that lined this street. I rolled my eyes behind these sunglasses, dusting off this spiked lemonade and dropping that empty cup into one of the last trash cans around.

“Hey,” One voice prompted me to glance over my shoulder. I didn’t know what to think, but first noticed dark ink that etched onto his arms.

“Hi,” I folded both arms, trying to stay cordial without pissing this stranger off. We had barely seen each other up close, but his family seemed quite large compared to mine.

“You good?” His eyes narrowed.

“As good as anyone can be during a California heat wave.” It wasn’t long before I ended up clipping my words again.

“Not used to it?” He chuckled between swigs of beer.

“Nope. Grew up in the Tri-State area.” I said.

“Uh-oh, we’ve got New York blood in the house or something?” He took another swing, stepping back for a moment.

“Jersey.” I scoffed, correcting him and already raising my brow. “Not everybody living up north comes from New York.”

“My bad.” He tossed up both hands before walking off.

“Scared you off?” I yelled, humored.

“That’s just EZ. He’s always looking for another lady to hook up with.” Somebody else spoke up not long afterward, wearing this sleeveless jean jacket despite the heat that moved all around us.

“And who are you?” I licked sweat away from my lips, still hoping to find another drink.

“Cruz.” This new stranger introduced himself without speaking closer, but I could only imagine how he really could’ve stepped up.

“Robin.” I played his game right back, almost smirking.

[cupacado]

Peter Pan matchablossom Au? (They are young in this au)

[aimlessfool]

Sleepy afternoons

[wack-wizard]

fixed up my good omens art, I like it much better now :)

I'm pretty sure that I drew this with a high school or maybe college au in mind but I can't remember