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itsonlydana · 3 months

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"Flower On My Skin" | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x human fem!reader 👑

Thranduil gets his hair braided and thinks too much.

warnings/tags: bittersweet, more fluff tho, swf, King Thranduil needs a break

words: 1,9k

an: this is a gift for the lovely @tigereyesf who always comments on my posts on ao3 🤍 the lyrics are from Noah Kahans song "Your needs, my needs'

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🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

Thranduil understands that permitting you to be near him might not be wise. It could very well rank among the least advisable decisions he's made in ages.

But he did, he invited you again and again, sending horses and carriages to transport you ever since he found out you traveled all the way from Dale by yourself whenever he sent a letter.

Until he didn't need to anymore.

Not because you wouldn't come, but because you didn't leave.

Never in a million years would anyone have guessed that the stoic Elvenking would invite a human to his palace on more occasions than his own kind and surely no one would have ever thought that he would start courting them.

Yet here he was, sitting in one of his many blooming gardens, swatting away the hand that was currently trying to gather his hair.

"Stop this," Thranduil's stern voice would've had any other shiver in fear of losing their head, though it only makes you giggle.

"Please, let me braid it again," you stable yourself with your hands on his shoulders and lean over, chest pressed against his strong back.

"No, you little nuisance. I shall not! You know of the meeting I will attend later, we do not have the time."

Even though he can't see your face, he knows you roll your eyes at him, he can feel it in the huff you let out before letting go of him. The warmth of your body disappears as you stand up from the bench and throw one challenging look over your shoulder.

Thranduil watches how you lift the skirts of the gown you're wearing, the finest of silks that you've adorned with little handmade bows from the village, and flop down into the grass. There is not one care on your face that the hems will surely stain and that there are perfectly suitable marmor benches all over the garden and only one of those occupied by Thranduil himself.

You seem to ignore them every time you two spend time out here, he noticed you are much more content with your naked feet buried in the high grass and your hair intertwined with the flowers that grow here.

At first, he couldn't understand the fascination you harbored with nature.

Of course, he had a deep appreciation for the forest surrounding his kingdom, the strong resistance of the trees had been an inspiration for the winding halls, the water flowing through the roots and gifting life and the ever so steady wind reminded someone who lived a thousand years that some things, though they change, never completely disappear.

You, on the other hand, could not be separated from nature in any way whatsoever. There had been the flowers, first only on your side of the bed when he'd invited you to sleep next to him, and one day he woke up to find a vase filled with Astilbe flowers on his nightstand and on his vanity as well.

You also spend most of your day either wandering through the woods (which left him restless and worried until you accepted the sword he had his blacksmith forge for you) or meeting him here in the gardens. He would never tell you but before you, he hadn't walked or maker-forbid, sat there for decades.

Now, he found himself soaking sunshine more days than not, reading Elvish poetry to you while you rested curled into his side with one of his hands brushing your hair, or, chasing you on his Elk through the forest, following the sound of your horse and your laughter.

Your infatuation with nature and the stubbornness of pulling him along made him fall for you, deeply and most ardently and he knew that one day he would need to survive the sight of forests and gardens and flowers without the urge to burn them to the ground for outliving you.

As he watches you examine the colorful flowers and gather them in your lap, he isn't sure if he will be able to contain that anger against the gods if the time comes.

You are oblivious to the dark clouds hanging onto his thoughts, he makes sure that you'll never see the heartbreak he lives through while loving you because he knows, he knows that you would do everything in your power to make him happy.

This is who you are, a human that lives and loves and pours all that you are into those around you, he sees it in the gentleness of your hands cupping the flowers before plucking them, in the way your tongue learned a new language for you wouldn't accept not studying it for an answer if you lived here.

You live to love and love to live.

Thranduil shifts, forgetting that there are guards stationed around the gardens who could see their King doing the unthinkable but he doesn't care.

Not with you sitting a few feet away from him, your dress spilled around you, a full smile on your face as you collect the flowers growing there for you, their little heads turning to you as if you are the sun for them as well, and not just for Thranduil.

If you notice him standing up, you give no sign, you don't even stop humming, and the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth at this stubbornness is far too strong to stop it.

"Melethril nîn," he says quietly and his shadow falls over your body. The symbolism and fear of him taking away the sun from you has him clench his jaw. His pain is impatient as if it doesn't know he's going to live longer than he wants to and that it has all the time to break him down.

He quickly shuts those thoughts away behind the sight of you tipping your head back to smirk at him.

This is not the time to dwell on the future, not if he can exist in the moments he shares with you instead of fearing the time when he'll have to think back on them.

"Don't tell me you missed me," you tease.

He scoffs and –surprising you enough to let out a squeak– lowers himself onto his knees next to you.

Eye to eye, he feels much more comfortable, despite the stains that he knows now graze his robes.

"You know," he starts and lets his gaze wander over the flowers in your lap, however, you managed to collect this many of them in such a short time awes him, "the meeting can wait."

You catch onto the meaning instantly, your eyes lightening up even more. The golden rays of the setting sun reflect in them and he reaches forward to cup your face in the palm of his hand and gently leans towards you, capturing your lips in a long kiss that has you gasping.

"Now," Thranduil swipes his thumb over your lower lip, as you separate, tugging playfully at it and giving into another kiss before he continues, "Have your way with my hair, my love. I know you did not collect those flowers for any other reason."

You gasp ingeniously. "You are by far the wisest Elf I've ever met," you say and scoot –maker, he makes a note to get another dress just like this made because surely this will be ruined by the time you leave the gardens– behind his back.

While you gather his hair in your hands, this time without him trying to stop you but relaxing into the soft tugging, you mumble: "So wise, they should make you King."

He chuckles at that. "Ah, but I would need a Queen by my side. Do you know where one could find on–ahhh," his teasing words get swallowed by a sigh as your fingers collect some fine hairs on the side of his head and surely completely on accident run over the shell of his ear to the delicate tip.

"Ooops," you sing and just as his body calms, you repeat the action, even have the gall to scratch the skin with your nails and he melts into a puddle.

His ears burn, not just the one your breath hits but the other one as well and he can feel the blood shoot into his face as well, crumbling the stoic and straight-laced composure of the King who is already on his knees.

"You witch," he presses out between his clenched teeth and hears you giggle. "I should have never told you about that," he murmurs more to himself, trying to regulate his heart beating inside his chest like a wild rabbit on the loose.

You laugh once, a "Pah!" while you tug on his hair, "You didn't tell me," you say and he feels something get pushed inside the braid you are working on, "I found out all by myself."

Thinking back to the night that started this completely outrageous behavior trait of you fiddling with his ears whenever he doesn't pay you enough attention or he says something that teases you a bit too much, he can't tell if you are right or him.

A few years ago he would have shut you down completely because the King would never be wrong but now he grumbles under his breath, agreeing that you must be correct.

Then again, there are many new things that you brought into his life.

He laughs more freely, and not just out of spite of viciously.

He cares more, for you, for his son, for nature and sometimes even for the dwarfs he trades with.

He is formed by you, shaped by your untamable ways of never letting a rainy day ruin your mood.

He is nothing but wax in your hands.

Here, sitting in the gardens and letting you weave flowers in his precious hair, he is no King, he is just a soul yearning for your touch, a flower reaching to bloom in your golden light.

Thranduil's eyes flutter shut as you braid and weave and run your hands over his scalp and through his hair.

He may have fallen asleep, lulled into a trance by the warm sun caressing his face and your voice humming a melody as sweet as any words that you speak, because when you let go of the delicate braids and let them fall into the rest of his hair, he opens his eyes to a pink and purple sunset.

The birds sing their last song and the trees rustle, shaking their branches and leaves as if they would ready themselves for the animals coming to rest in them.

There is a pleasantly chilled breeze that comes with nightfall, one that brings the smell of flowers and grass.

"There," you press a gentle kiss to the skin right behind his left ear, "all done."

For a moment Thranduil is disappointed that you are finished but then he turns to find your smile and all is right.

"Thank you, meldanya," he says, already closing in to express his gratitude with a soft kiss.

You nudge your nose against his, eyes shut in contentment. "Thank you, for letting me. Le ni meleth," you say quietly.

"Always," Thranduil's gaze wanders over you, bathed in rosé and golden hues, the cheeks flushed from the air, your hair wild and untamed, and flowers all over your lap. He grabs a few of them, inspecting the stems and probing them with his sharp nails.

"Let me repay the favor," he effortlessly lifts you, smiling wide at the laugh bursting out of you as he sets you between his legs and onto his robes.

"I want my Queen to wear a fitting crown."

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red-viewe · 10 months

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general lilia x reader thoughts 🔫 (part three 👌)

COLORED LETTERS IS FAE LANGUAGE, (tw swearing)

Part 2 part 1

"Please pay attention to me, your grace~" a young lady says as she touches Lilia seductively, before he pushes her away and walks away, rolling his eyes.

'Ew.'

"C'mon, Duke! Look alive! You're the famous general, you should enjoy the fame!" A soldier playfuly shouts, as the party gets louder and louder.

The war has finally ended after 3 years, peace taking over both sides of the war. The borders are open, and many expected years of prosperity and peace.

'3 years since I've seen them, 3 years since I've felt their warmth.' Lilia sighs, massaging his temples.

'Just a few more days until i see them.

Just a few more days....'

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"Y/n, my love and life, please take this ring and marry m-"

"Absolutely not." You slam the door, annoyed. It's been 3 years since Lilia left, and the war ended, meaning that men and women are coming back home to see their families, some looking to start one. As a hot asf, unmarried, somewhat financially stable person, you were expected to be popular among the marriage market in both women and men.

'Dude, i did not know i had this much game.' You thought, peeking out the window to see a line of people waiting at your door. 'WTF I DON'T KNOW HALF THESE PEOPLE. IT'S LITERALLY 3 IN THE MORNING. '

Sighing, you quickly pulled out a peice of paper, writing in bold, thick letters, 'NOT ACCEPTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS' and stuck it onto the window.

'What if he forgot about me? Should i just give up on waiting?' Fuck no. Why would you do that to lilia?

'Genuinely fuck this shit.' You sighed, going back to sleep.

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'Knock knock knock'

'Ugh, dude i swear, if it's another suitor I'm moving.'

You slowly walk to the door, opening the door.

"I said no more suitors! Read the god damn sign!" You say, annoyed, looking up to see a man with long, black hair with red highlights. You slam the door, and go to walk back to your room.

'Wait.' You pause to think. (For once)

Long black hair with red- OMG YOU JUST SLAMED THE DOOR ON LILIA.

You rush back to the door, now fully awake and quickly open the door.

"LIlia!" You jump to hug the fae, his eyes widened at the sudden embrace.

"Beastie! I thought you forgot who i was. How mean of you to slam the door on your love." He hugs you back, pouting and nuzzling his face into your neck with warm cheeks.

"W-we don't talk about that..." You look away, embarrassed.

"Pft, it's quite alright, my love." He pulls you in for a soft, deep kiss. "So I hear you had many suitors, hmm? Planning to marry someone who's not me?" Lilia smirks, pulling away to cup your cheek.

"I swear i can explain-"

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"And thats how me and your mother/father met snd fell in love." Lilia giggles at the memory, "Ahh, young love." A young silver haired boy looks at his father, now filled with questions.

"But father, but isn't y/n a human? How can they live so l"ong? Also, what happened to all the suitors? And the bar?"

"Hmm, now now, silver, that's too complicated for your young mind to understand. I shall tell you when you are of age." Lilia smiles, as he rocks the boy to sleep.

"Everytime you tell that story, Silver always ends uo falling asleep." You walk in, taking Silver from Lilia's arms to transfer him to his spiderbat bed.

"It's our love story dear, I'll tell it again and again untill the whole world knows how we fell in love."

"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky bat." You pout, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too, beastie."

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Authors notes :D

I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE GOING CAMPING IM SO SRRY

Also this is probably the end of the general lilia x read thoughts series, but I'll definitely be making more stories on other characters and lilia.

Also if you guys want side stories on this series lmk(Requests r always open btw GIMMIE UR IDEAS)

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elaemae · 3 months

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The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 4

PREVIOUS CHP.: PROLOGUE 3

Thank you guys for the likes, reblogs and comments.

Also, to the people who became my followers, I'll be forever grateful for that😊

CW: When MC gets mistaken as a guy, they get referred to as he/him, but the problem is that there's too many males around the MC.

So, I've decided to color the pronouns blue when it's MC that's being addressed. Just to avoid confusion.

CLARIFICATION: The headmaster, and MC knows that Yuu is from another world, so MC decided to play along and pretend that they're from the same world as Yuu. (The human world where MC came from is mostly similar to the human world that Yuu describes. i.e. landmarks, cultural, knowledge, current trends, anime and manga are all mostly the same.)

REMEMBER: Read this before the chapter.

Experience changes people.

If you see MC doing something you think you won't do and you decide to complain about it, remember this:

• You act the way you do because of the things that you've gone through in your life.

• MC is the same.

• They experienced a lot of traumatic events and almost lost their lives a fuck-ton of times.

• Because of that, they've changed. They've diverged from being you into the MC that they are now.

• The life you're living now shall be treated as the MC's canonical past.

• Also, because The Obey Me!cast feels bad from all the times you suffered and almost died because of them, they tend to overcompensate you.

• You get dressed in the finest of fabrics, most luxurious jewels, as well as housed and fed with the best things that the three realms have to offer.

• You don't take them for granted, but years of living with that lifestyle had raised your standards to new heights and changed the way that you act towards certain things.

• You're free to make up your own head canons if you don't like mine, also y'all can give me feedback if you want so I can improve my work.

• This story will be set a few years after the canon of the Obey Me games.

• • • • •

Who would've thought that it would be a bad idea to try to trick someone who literally reeks of luxury to live in an old, bout-to-fall-apart dormitory?

Well, certainly not Crowley.

That fact became known when 'The shady looking dorm leader™' and also, the tablet decided to tag along with you, Yuu and Crowley, but then had to help Yuu in holding you back so that you wouldn't beat the ever living crap out of the headmaster the moment he dared to bring y'all in front of this rustic establishment and say "It had charm". (Too many You's)

Oh really? really?? Oh you'll see real charm when I beat you straight into the afterlife you greasy son of a bitc–

*Ehem*

It did not end well.

So instead of that, the headmaster had to temporarily put you and your fellow stranded-in-dis-school-human into the infirmary as your temporary abode and promised to fix the shoddy dorm so that it can safely house people in it. (Grim will appear in the future, dw)

*Que Azul tryna make you stay in Octavinelle and you vehemently declining that offer.*

Also, you're starting to get creeped-out by the floating tablet that keeps following you around and won't stop with taking pictures. there's also the small maniacal giggles coming out of the device.

• • • • • •

So there you two are, two people that've been kidnapped by this school's fuckin carriage are now bonding in the infirmary and distracting each other by venting about problems back home. (You two are too wary to be able to sleep properly.)

Like, yes Yuu, I'm in a polyamorous with more than a dozen problematic individuals.

Yes, it works out. somehow

Damn, three assignments due tomorrow all from the same subject? Have you ever tried cheating off of your classmates?

Oh— wait what?! a classmate from biology was caught fucking with a professor in a classroom!? Seriously??

No, I unfortunately no longer have a grasp on the concept of private space and poverty.

Yes, maintaining a relationship with a lot of people at the same time can be hard.

A lot of them are rich.

Wait, a seatmate of yours really gave two free expensive sketch pads just because you asked?? Where can I find that person??

Yes they all act like my sugar daddies and my man-children in one way or another.

No, don't you dare pimp yourself out, okay? There may be a lot of people in my life but the important thing is that we all love each other.

We support, comfort, protect, and guide each other to the best we can.

No— that didn't happen in a day, I had to bend over backwards and almost die a shit-ton of times before I managed to wiggle myself firmly into the hearts of those fuckers.

...Q- Questions about our sex life will be automatically ignored.

Just.. be nice to others, even if it's seemingly stupid.

Unless they are absolute scum then just maintain distance.

You just gotta eyeball it to figure out when to stop being nice to someone.

Never and I mean NEVER treat anyone badly unless they did something unforgivable to you.

Don't call me kind. It's easier to have a grasp on other people if you're nice.

Pft— You once saw a book called "How to be a sugar baby 101" in the school library?! And you saw your principal reading it?!

Sure-sure, I'll help you with your math homework— wait a second.. Seriously?? We've been kidnapped, I ain't allowing you to do math. Where the hell did you even hide that thick-as-fuck test sheet anyways?? Up your ass?!

• • • •

You sigh for the third time this hour, looking at Yuu who's making a "Mom.. I threw up in the carpet... I'm sowwy🥺" expression as they stand beside your bed.

"What happened?"

Yuu winced, feeling embarrassed as they hear you talk to them like a disappointed parent, they had failed to appeal to Crowley about becoming a temporary student of this school and now had to be a janitor/errand kid.

"The headmaster said that I'll be the handy-man of the campus while he searches for a way to get us home..."

You feel a vein in your head throb and your eye start to twitch by of the sheer audacity being shown in front of your face.

You are now feeling the immense urge to hex that bird-bitch.

Satan sat straight in his seat, speaking out to the others in the meeting table.

"I can feel irritation and the urge to curse someone again." He said.

It would've been funny if this was another situation.

"That's definitely from MC, isn't it? You mentioned being half-asleep and feeling MC get agitated through your pact mark, right?" Diavolo asked.

"Yes, at least our pacts are still intact..." Satan nodded.

"Great, we can use this to monitor MC even if they're far away." Lucifer stated.

Countless search-parties and interrogations have already been conducted, but they're still clueless on where you can be or who could've taken you.

Even Barbatos couldn't see what had happened.

They're starting to get agitated, MC..

• • • • •

Jade watched as Azul frantically drafts and redrafts a new plan of his.

It seems that something caught the eye of their housewarden in the ceremony today.

"What could be so eye-catching that you're in such a hurry to obtain it, Azul?" Jade couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.

"It's a new student, Jade." Azul started.

"He possesses such a large amount of magical artifacts in his hands, It's unbelievable! They were all high quality too!"

Jade blinks.

"Don't you have enough magical artifacts around?"

Jade is confusion.

"You don't know it because you weren't there." Azul narrowed his eyes at Jade.

"I first thought those jewelry of his were similar to the ones that you can buy with enough money in annual auctions, but then I realized that it's very likely that those jewelry are customized."

"...How so?"

"So I decided to try and take a closer look, but when I actually got closer and almost touched one of them, I felt a strong thrum of magic that I haven't felt before!"

Oh?

Now that got Jade's attention.

Azul has been exposed to a lot of strong, powerful people and magical artifacts over the years that he and his twin were following this dormleader of theirs and yet there was actually an artifact so strong that he can feel strong waves of magic by just almost touching it?

How curious..... If the magic of the artifact was so strong, why didn't Azul sense it up until he literally almost held it in his hands?

Seems like this year won't be boring, after all..

• • • • •

BONUS: Someone has a crush.

"Brother, Your package has arrived— What are you... Are you making fan art of Mr. [L/n]...?"

Idia screams like a dumb girl in a horror movie as he tries to block the screen with his body.

"O-ORTHO?! WH-WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT KNOCKING FIRST??!"

"And... what's with the pose?"

Ortho tilts head innocently, confused on why his brother is drawing a new student in a pose that can often be seen on videos that are called "Thirst traps". he's still confused about why they're called that way.

Idia: "O- ORTHO THIS ISN'T ANYTHING BAD I SWEARAHGJSI—"

*Starts to fuckin steam*

"brOTHER YOU'RE BURNING THE CHAIR!"

"AH CRAP!"

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See y'all next time~

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dreamsatoru · 2 months

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Sweet morning. // Xavier.

[Love & Deepspace]

You’re my girlfriend, are you not?

tags: fem!reader, fluffy, implied sex the day before, he’s a little jealous over an actor (lmao)

word count: 1.4k

It wasn’t unusual for you to be in Xavier’s apartment, especially after spending the night together. Your clothes were too formal to get dressed back in and you didn’t want to leave his apartment to go change since you wouldn't be able to get back here without waking him up.

That’s why you took his shirt and put it on, it was enough to cover your butt so you didn’t bother to put on any shorts or something.

Silently, you left his bedroom and went to the kitchen, stretching on your way there as you felt the slightly chilly air in the rest of the apartment.

You opened the fridge, looking at the contents inside of it.

Eggs, milk, some leftovers, cheese… Not many interesting things. After thinking for a while you decided to make some eggs for breakfast for both of you, trying to be as quick as possible before Xavier wakes up and threatens you with helping with cooking.

The breakfast along with some tea was made rather quickly, you proudly looked at your work and started heading back to Xavier’s room to wake him up.

You pushed the door open, your eyes landing on his shirtless sleeping body. A soft smile formed on your lips before you snapped out of your trance and went over to him.

“Xaaavier~,” You say, slightly shaking him to make the waking up quicker. He lets out a soft groan before his head turns toward the source of the noise, which happens to be you.

His eyes flutter open as his eyes meet yours, a tiny light suddenly appearing in them. “Morning! I made breakfast!” You announce proudly.

“Mmh,” He rubs his face with his hands, helping himself to stay awake. “What time is it..?” His voice is soft and raspy due to waking up just moments ago.

You look over at the clock on the wall.

“Almost 11 am. Time for you to get u-!” You get cut off as you feel something abruptly pulling you down. A squeal leaves your mouth as you feel Xavier’s warm arms wrapping around your body, his face being buried in your chest.

“Come on… It’s still early. We don’t have work today anyway…” He says, his voice vibrating against your body a little.

“I made food for us already though,” You reply, fingers running through his blonde hair. You were sure that if he were a cat, he’d be purring like crazy right now. “It’ll be cold if we stay here longer,” You say, hoping that this will convince him to get up.

He contemplates for a minute before giving in. “Mmh, fine.” After giving you just one last squeeze he took his arms back and lifted himself from the bed.

He got up and stretched, looking for some clothes in his wardrobe. He rummages in there for a moment before speaking up.

“Hey, have you seen my t-shirt? It’s white with red and black elements on it.” He asks and you look down at your, well, his, t-shirt. It’s exactly the one he’s looking for.

“Nooo~,” You say as you clear your throat. “Neveeer, maybe look for another one?” You suggest innocently, hoping that he’ll just brush it off.

„Really? I swear I put it right-” He stops as he turns around and is greeted with the sight of you in that t-shirt. „…Guess now we know who’s the thief.” He smiles with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

„Xavier I’m sorry! It’s just that it was the first t-shirt that was lying here.” You explain yourself and he only laughs lightly, shaking his head.

„It’s fine, but next time, don’t lie about something so trivial. It’s just a t-shirt, you know.” He grabs a random t-shirt that’s lying in his closet and puts it on. „Shall we go eat now?” His hand is stretched out enough so you can grab it and let him pull you out of the bed.

You do just that and head to the kitchen with him.

„Mmm, did you make eggs?” He asks as you leave the bedroom, the smells from the kitchen already wandering around the apartment.

„Yeah! Hope you’ll like them!” You say. He just nods as you both sit down to eat.

The eating process is rather quiet, it’s a comfortable silence. He fully wakes up while you silently admire him.

„Will you wash the dishes? I’d use that time to go back to my apartment and change. I don’t wanna walk around almost butt naked here,” Your soft laughter fills the kitchen. Xavier smirks playfully.

„Why not? It’s not like we have anything to do today,” He shrugs as he takes the empty plates and cups and starts washing them. „I mean, personally, I wouldn’t mind.” The male turns his head and his eyes meet yours, you can feel your heart skipping a beat and the familiar heat spreading on your face.

„Of course you wouldn’t.” You resort to him in a silly way, your eyes rolling. “But what if we want to go out later? I’ll just go change, be back in a minute!”

You leave the kitchen and go to his bedroom, changing into a dress you wore last night and neatly folding his shirt that you’ve been wearing for the past while.

After leaving his flat you head to your own, quickly getting in and making sure you look presentable.

You look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the sight of the hickeys on your neck. Guess you’ll have to cover that up later…

Your mind remembers the night before and your face flushes red in seconds, you feel like a teenager who just held hands for the first time and not an adult who has an active sex life.

You go back to Xavier’s apartment, knocking on the door and waiting for him to open them. You wait a short moment before his figure appears in front of you. His eyes look up and down your figure, as you walk back in.

„Any plans for today?” He asks as he follows you to his living room. You think for a minute and shrug.

„Not really, unless you call being lazy as plans.” You reply, sitting down on the couch and grabbing the TV remote. „Wanna watch a movie?” You ask.

He makes a small nod before sitting down next to you, looking at the movie options on the TV.

„Why is there a section called ‚Deepspace hunting’ and all of those movies are… Romantic.” You look through the titles, some making you chuckle at how dumb they sound. „We should make our own. It’d be ten times better than whatever this is,”

Xavier’s eyes lock with yours for a moment and you just offer him a cheeky smile before looking back at the TV.

Finally, you choose some random romantic comedy you once saw being promoted at a café you go to.

You two watch the movie, Xavier’s arm finds its way around your waist and pulls you closer, you lean your head on his shoulder and keep watching the movie.

„The main actor’s hot.” You notice and smile as the said actor appears on the screen. A soft huff leaves Xavier’s mouth.

„His acting lacks a lot of things, the character he plays could have more interesting moments to it too…” He immediately states, making you chuckle a little. „Also, he makes it seem like his significant other is the one to blame here which is not true and he knows it.”

„You’re criticizing him so much, you’re not jealous, are you?” You ask in a teasing manner, his gaze meets yours for a moment before he looks away.

„Of course, I’m not jealous. I’m just saying what I’m thinking.” He says back. Oh, he’s soo jealous, the little pout and his wandering eyes only confirm your suspicions.

„Mhm, okaaay.” You laugh a little and turn your attention back to the movie. „So, if I had the chance, you wouldn’t mind if I went on a date with him?” His head turns towards yours that’s lying on his shoulder, you have to fight back smiling like an idiot.

„Of course, I would mind. You’re my girlfriend, are you not?” Xavier leans a little closer, cupping your face.

„I am, from what I recall.” You say playfully, he smiles as his eyes wander down to stare at your lips before he finally leans down, placing a soft sweet kiss on them.

„Exactly, you’re mine.” He says softly after pulling away, a small tint of blush on his cheeks.

#love and deepspace #xavier #xavier x reader #lads #love & deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x you #i love him #xavier l&ds #l&ds #xavier x reader l&ds

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iamcautiouslyoptimistic · 6 months

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🦅Russell Adler Headcanons

{Author's Note} Since I'm literally obsessed with this man, I thought I'd post my headcanons for him. All of these are based off of his canon backstory and character with bits of my own speculation thrown in so nothing should be too out of left field here. I may end up posting more of my thoughts on him soon so we shall see. Hope y'all like it and I'd love to hear what you think, as well as any headcanons you guys might have! Tagging @littlemissclandestine for this since she's an Adler fan. Let me know if I did this man justice lol🤭

‼️Content Warning: swearing, suggestive themes‼️

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-Badass asshole

-Takes awhile for him to soften enough to really love someone

-Flirtatious jerk when he has a crush

-Shows he cares through small actions that can be hard to notice, as well as vague, rather backhanded compliments

-Shamelessly stares from behind those glasses of his

-Thinks it’s really cute when you wear his shades but would never admit it

-Stylish with heavy 70s influence

-Probably modeled for a male fashion magazine at some point LMAO

-Definitely knows how to dance

-Seems like the type to meme a bit on British people (specifically Park lol)

-Very sarcastic, sometimes to the point that you don’t realize he’s actually joking because he's always so monotone

-Secretly loves Belgian waffles (this is a reference to that one Bruce Thomas TikTok lol)

-Has a soft spot for the Beach Boys (I mean, look at that 🎶bushy, bushy blonde hairdo🎶 of his)

-Since so many people have asked and teased him about it (I see y'all in the fandom and I will not accept this slander lol) -> his hair isn’t fake, it’s actually pretty soft, very bouncy, he likes styling it

-Very particular about his appearance as it is one of the few things that he can truly control

-Prefers cats over dogs

-Can get obsessive about certain things and lose himself to them (i.e. his search for Perseus) -> Mason quote: “He spent so long searching for Perseus, he didn’t notice when he lost himself.”

-Still struggles with PTSD from his time in Vietnam, which, alongside his obsession with finding Perseus, is what led to his divorce

-Carries a lot of guilt and regret that he doesn’t like to acknowledge

-Started smoking to cope with the trauma of war, now has a nicotine addiction; when he’s really stressed, he chain smokes like a chimney

-Gets restless if he doesn’t have a cigarette

-Doesn’t sleep well and when he does, he usually wakes up every few hours

-Scars - Shrapnel? Abuse? Torture? Animal attack? No one knows and he’ll never tell

-Kiss or trace those scars and he WILL melt

-Difficult for him to let his guard down

-Has a tendency to isolate himself -> Mason quote: "You were never alone, Adler. Only in your own stubborn head."

-Always wearing those damn glasses cuz STYLE but also to hide his eyes to remain as a sort of blank, emotionless slate to other people

-Absent parents who never showed him real love or support as he grew up so he struggles to do the same for others -> they were the reason he joined the army as soon as he turned 18

-When it comes to cuddling, he loves holding you against his chest and running his fingers along your arm, cheek, or through your hair; small but intimate actions like that are his favorite

-Doesn’t like to show emotions at all, even during more intimate moments; he needs some coaxing to relax in that way, which takes time

NSFW Below👇🏻 (it's really not too bad tho)

-Sit on his lap👀

-Will pin your wrists during the sexy times🫣

-EDGING & OVERSTIMULATION

-After his divorce, he's tended to view sex as more of a transaction where both parties are fulfilling needs for each other so he'd be selfish at first but as your relationship progresses, he'd become far more generous

#russell adler #russell adler x reader #russell adler x you #russell adler headcanons #call of duty black ops cold war #cod bocw #call of duty #cod #Ren's writing #mine mine mine

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 7 months

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what he deserves, chapter 4

Sanji x Reader, a bit of Law x Reader

Warnings: angst, one-night stand, not really a love triangle – law and reader are mature about the situation. Some implied smut. WANO SPOILERS.

a/n: this will be several parts. Leave comment for tags. ONE MORE PART TO GO!

Summary: Witnessing all the suffering Sanji went through on Whole Cake Island, all you want is for him to be truly happy…even if it means not with you. Set after the fight in Wano, you go through the motions of an endless fight and end up in bed with the Hearts Pirates’ Captain to distract yourself from the one thing you want the most – Sanji.

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The morning brought many bounds of regret as you woke up hungry with a headache. Resting deep into the soft cotton filled mattress, you stared up at the ceiling and wondered what the rest of the crew was doing. Had Luffy gone back to see Otama? Was Nami getting things ready for the voyage out? Was Zoro lost somewhere or perhaps he too found comfort in sleeping in the shading forests…

These thoughts beckoned and stole your attention, occupying your mind as to not think of Sanji and the awful conversation the two of you had. Maybe he didn’t know…maybe he didn’t realize he further fractured your already fragile heart. Or maybe you were taking this too far, felt too sensitive about what had happened on Whole Cake Island. Maybe things were fine just as they were, and you didn’t need to rock the boat any further.

Getting out of bed, you moved to the small vanity across the room and stared into the mirror – horror filled your eyes, hair sticking in all directions and in the morning light, it was shorter than you remembered. Collapsing onto the vanity chair, you picked up a brush that laid on the tabletop and began to tame it down. It took ten minutes to get it neat enough to leave the room; a new kimono laid on a lounge chair near the door. Folded neat with a small note resting on top of it; you picked up the note and saw that it was a gift from Nami. It was dark green with yellow flowers petals, the fabric a rich silk and you wondered how much Nami had to haggling to get it down to a reasonable price. Inhaling in the morning dew that came from the gaping window, you began to undress.

The inn was a bit quieter than the previous morning; Robin and Franky were having tea in the main seating area. Both greeting you with warm smiles and the latter mentioning that the rest of the crew had gone off to the Sunny. “We’re on our way over after this,” Franky grinned. “Gotta make sure she’s ready to set sail.”

Robin offered you a cup of tea and you sat down next to her, listening as Franky listed off check points for the Sunny. You asked if he needed help, but he told you not to fret – he had everything under control. Robin asked if you were ready to leave Wano and you sighed. “It feels like we were here for so long but now that things are settled, I wish we had more time to really see the country.”

“I agree but Luffy wants to keep going, so we shall.” The archaeologist’s smile was so sincere and warm, you settled against the chair and sipped the tea, listening to the duo exchange conversations, not pipping in but just glad to just be around them. Robin and Franky had always been a relaxing pair to be around, and you often wondered if it was their age – but Brook was older than everyone and he was pretty chaotic. The conversation quickly changed to lunch, and your stomach growled in response, that’s when Robin snapped her fingers gingerly. “I forgot to tell you; Sanji left you a plate of food in the oven. He said it should still be warm because he wrapped it up.”

The mere mention of his name guilted your bones, but you thanked her, excusing yourself to the kitchen. You held the tea saucer in hand and walked through the dining hall to the kitchen, placing the cup on the island. Moving to the oven, you opened it and saw a plate waiting for you – wrapped in beeswax paper. Bringing the plate down onto the counter, you unwrapped it and saw that it was rice balls. Delicious looking rice balls and your hands clapping together in excitement. Everyone knew Sanji’s rice balls were the tastiest in all the seas and it took seconds for you to devour four of the dozen set on the plate. A little groan escaped your lips, and a chuckle came from the doorway of the kitchen.

It was Law – standing in his familiar jeans and yellow long sleeve shirt with a blue coat with a fluffed collar. If Law was anything, it was well dressed. You chewed quickly, beckoning him over and offering up the plate. He declined a rice ball and you shrugged, swallowing with a loud sigh. “Sorry. These are exceptionally good.”

“You sound just like Luffy.”

“Did you just come here to grace me with compliments, because I take that as a compliment.”

“I’m sure you do.” Law leaned against the island and said he had come to see if you had made it back from being lost. You laughed explaining the whole silly ordeal, noting that his eyes lingered a little too long on your hair. Touching a few strands, you clarified that it had been a last-minute decision. “All you Straw Hats are the same…”

“Brilliant? Strong? Incredibly mesmerizing?”

“No, impulsive.”

“Another compliment, thank you.” He gave up and asked when Sunny was due to depart Wano and you asked why he cared so much. “Not trying to figure our next big move, are you? Because I have to say, you hit it right on the nose – we’re an impulsive group of people, so our plans are never definitive. You should know that by now.”

“Far enough,” he concluded, dropping the subject. Instead, he asked if you were going to the final banquet. “Bepo and the others haven’t shut up about it all day.”

Right, the final banquet; you remember Luffy mentioning it on the way to Otama’s village. Another party seemed a little much and you worried that there wouldn’t be enough resources left for the people of Wano, but Kin’emon and the others insisted. Wano was to be a free country again and they wanted to thank the people responsible for making that happen. Devouring another rice ball, you shrugged. “I guess I have too. I take it I’ll see you there?”

“Begrudgingly.”

That’s the spirit, you told him, and he half-heartedly laughed. Covering up the remaining rice balls with the beeswax paper, you mentioned you needed to go with Robin and Franky to the Sunny. Law said they had left. “I passed them on my way in.”

“Oh, well, care to walk me over? I actually have something for you…”

The man pushed away from the counter, curious to know what it was and when he asked, you refused to say. “It’s a surprise, but it’s worth the trip. Are you busy?”

Law gave out a low, exhausting sigh and you laughed. “If you’re too tired…”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can’t be gone for too long; I don’t need those guys giving me a hard time.”

Understanding what he was talking about, you mentioned how Chopper was in tears when he thought you were leaving to join the Heart Pirates. Law shook his head, a bit of warmth in his cheeks – he was embarrassed, and you found it hilarious that such a cool tempered could even fathom that emotion. Or easily display it on his face. Nonetheless, the two of you quietly left the inn and started toward the direction of the Sunny. The excursion was a good thirty minutes from the center of the town, but the conversation flowed easily and filled in the time spent walking. He talked, vaguely, about his plans for his crew but you didn’t blame him – after all, every crew had their own goals. You had never heard him outright say he wanted to be King of the Pirates, but he did openly talk about beating Kaido. His alliance with Luffy was surely coming to an end, but you had a hunch he wasn’t going back to enemy status any time soon.

“Isn’t she beautiful!”

Law glanced up toward the Sunny. “It’s obnoxious.”

Even though you ignored his comment he followed you up the ramp, watching as you practically raced up onto the ship. He stalked behind slowly and as you interacted with your fellow crewmates. It was obvious how happy you were to be back on the ship, and he again followed when you started toward the upper deck. “The library is this way.”

“There is a library on this ship?”

Sensing a bit of envy, you climbed the steps toward the observation room before turning to him with a prideful smile. “We do, everyone but Luffy has books in it though…”

“I’m shocked.”

The two of you made your way to the library; you opened the door for Law and followed when he walked in. His eyes moved around the room taking in the shelves lined across the walls, filled with books. The small desk in the middle and the seating that also lined the walls. Opened books were scattered around all surfaces and he picked up the nearest one. It was a book of old fables and you laughed, explaining that it was Chopper’s favorite. “He’s a doctor but he’s also very young.”

“I see.”

“Anyway, I have something for you.”

He glanced around at the library once more, before following you to a shelf on the wall. He watched as you thumbed through the spines of several books before plucking one out of its place. You opened it up and pulled out a comic. His eyes widened and you laughed, holding up a Sora, Warrior of the Sea comic. “You should have this; Sanji doesn’t know I’ve had it all this time. I was surprised as much as you were, finding out about his family. I don’t want it on the ship where he could find it. Plus, I saw the way you practically drooled over Sanji in that suit.”

It had been shocking to hear the true origins of Sanji’s family line and to put faces to the people that hurt him so much. You were there when he used the raid suit and hated the way it made him look like the rest of those people. Then later, you saw how hard he was resisting being like them. Law carefully took the comic, flipping through the pages and you could see a child in his eyes. He looked up from the pages. “I still can’t believe he’s a part of Germa66.”

“He isn’t,” you reminded the man, plucking the comic out his hand. Staring down at the cover, you frowned. “I used to love this story when I was a kid, one of the few luxuries my family allowed me to have. But when I saw the real monsters…saw how they treated Sanji, I wanted to kill them all.”

“You didn’t though.”

Letting out a deep breath, you handed back the comic and moved toward one of the bay windows. Staring out, you saw Robin and Nami on the grass – they were talking amongst themselves and when your eyes lingered to near the right of the ship, you saw Sanji. He was leaning against the ship’s railing, smoking a cigarette, and staring out at the ocean. “The restraint I had to pull from the deepest part of my soul. If had my way, I would have killed them slowly…painfully…”

“I couldn’t see you doing such a thing.”

This prompted you to look over to Law and laugh. “We’ve slept together, Law, but you hardly know me. I would have enjoyed killing them because their cruelty to a child matched that of my parents. It didn’t matter in the end, Sanji asked us all to help save his family.”

A small breath released from Law’s throat, and you expressed amusement at his shock, giving him an look that told him you understood his surprise. Eyes moving back to Sanji, you stared at the man – painted a portrait of him in your mind, for later consumption. “Do you know what kind of person asks for help in saving their cruel family? A family that has abused them their whole life. Discarded them like trash? A kind person, Law. Sanji is a kind person, and he deserves more than what life has given him.”

The library went deathly quiet, eyes now on Zoro – who had joined Sanji. Those two always acted as though they hated each other, starting arguments over nothing. Brothers. You watched as Luffy joined the duo, the three of them together only took seconds before bickering started among them. Then the others appeared and before you knew it, right before your eyes, your family was all together. Smiling down at them, you noticed from the corner of your eyes, Law staring too. Arms across his chest, he studied your eyes and the way they seemed to glisten as you watched the crew interacting.

“Life has given him this crew.” Law’s hand fell onto your shoulder, and he said he had to go. Moving your eyes from the window, he thanked you for the comic and said he had something for you too. “We’re leaving tomorrow morning, but I wanted to give this to you before we go our separate ways.”

He pulled out a small torn piece of paper from his pocket, holding it out between two fingers. You stared at it for a moment, trying to understand but then it registered, and you carefully took it from him. It was his vivre card. “Are you sure you want me to have this? Shouldn’t this go to Luffy?”

“I can’t trust him to keep it safe, besides, I want you to have it.”

You stared at it thoughtfully. “It’s not because we slept together, is it?”

“No.” he was a matter of fact. “It’s because we’re friends.”

…..

The main deck was busy, Nami instructing where to put the crates and barrels of supplies Zoro and the others were hauling up the ship’s ramp. Law, at your side, walked toward the ramp and turned to you. He again thanked you for the comic, he now had it tucked in his coat pocket, and said he’d see you at the banquet. “Save me a drink,” you smiled, and he nodded, the two of you reaching for one another’s hand. He gave you a tight squeeze and leaned in to whisper something in your ear; you were very aware that the two of you were direct line of sight of the whole crew.

“Talk to him, you’ll figure it out.”

Law pulled from you, hand still on yours and smirked – it was the first time ever seeing him look so devious and seconds later, you knew why. He planted a kiss onto your forehead, promptly released your and strolled down the ramp – narrowing missing Franky carrying two large crates. You knew he did that to make your life a little harder and he was a certified little shit for that but watching him leaving a good friend of yours and a piece of his vivre card in your pocket made you feel at ease. He disappeared back through the trail that led to where the Sunny was docked and you yelled down to Zoro, asking if they needed help bringing up more supplies.

“Nah, we got this.” He shouted back and you left the men to their busy work. Moving back to the grassy area, Nami gave you a smile and pointed her pen at your hair. “It’s shorter than it looked last night, but it’s still very cute! I bet Law loves it.”

“It’s not like that,” you retorted, snatching the clipboard from her hands. She frowned but you pretended to be invested in the list in front of you. “I’d appreciate it if everyone stopped talking about Law and I like that. It really isn’t what everyone thinks…”

“Sanji thinks you two make a nice couple.” You gripped the clipboard, and you asked when he said that. “This morning when we were all walking over. We were discussing the two of you – you’d be surprised how we all agree Law and you totally make sense!”

Your eyes moved to the ramp just as Sanji appeared, rolling a barrel onto the ship. He caught your attention real quick but you looked away and stared back at Nami. Shoving the clipboard into her hands, you told her there was never going to be anything between Law and you. “We’ve come to a mutual understanding of friendship. If I hear anyone discussing us again, I’ll really join the Heart Pirates, got it?”

Nami’s smile faded and she quickly apologized. “I’m sorry…it’s all in good fun, really.”

“Yeah, well…” Sanji started toward the kitchen and a sense of resolve washed over you. Starting toward the kitchen door, you gave Nami a smile. “…the good fun is getting real old.”

Leaving her to that, you flocked over to the kitchen – taking one real deep breath before barging in like a hurricane. Sanji looked up from unpacking fish into the freezer and it felt like the air was vacuumed out of the room; his eyes stared unknowingly at you and your heart was racing a thousand times in the same divine rhythm it always did when he was around. Standing in the doorway, a halo of light lit around your body as you shouted you needed to talk to him, and he felt something entirely new.

Was it a mix of terror and relief? Was that emotion even possible? A thousand things ran through his head, but they were all dismissed, cleared away when he saw the way you smiled at him – as if, after a long journey, you were finally home.

In that moment, Sanji was breathless.

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Friend. F r I e N d. Your smol brother Razor hcs made my insides flippyflop. I beg, I plead...

My daughter QiQi? Holding onto my sleeve while we go picking herbs so she knows she can get home? Getting her a little bag with a notebook and pen so she always has memory?

SAYING THE LINE FROM WHERE THE WIND LEADS AND ASKING FOR A HUG?!

Scolding Baizhu for letting her go herb picking when he knows she probably won't remember the way home?!?! Because Archons man like NO.

Hello!! Flippyflop??!! Over my writing ??!! 🥺🥺 <3

AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK... WE SHALL DO... THE OTHER CHILD THAT NEEDS A CARING ADULT!!

Also srry im rlly slow getting to yalls asks i promise it will come and i love u all for giving me asks <33

(*´▽)ノ✨️ NOW LETS GO ! ! ✨️

(Now before yall come at me, I am aware Baizhu does care about her, but BUT, he still is studying her/canonically has ulterior motives, and lets her pick herbs when she may not be able to find her way back, also he doesnt strike me as the type to be super affectionate/parental, as cute as it is to write him that way)

What a b l e s s e d ask, this is so cute i love all the kids in genshin their adorable

So... im kinda a consistent Sagau writer, and i love requests like this! But also, im not sure if u guys want me to still apply Sagau/Isekai setting to these requests on top of what was initially asked??

So i will pretty much always make all requests will be SAGAU/ISEKAI Reader based, UNLESS YOU STATE OTHERWISE IN THE ASK!!

Oh Qiqi, another child product of ✨️traumatic events✨️

(Future me after finishing this: oh god what monster have I unleashed upon the world, upon the sagau tag, upon my innocent followers...)

Damn ur lucky u didnt land in Jueyun Karst or nothin

Or on one of the many mountains/cliffs all over Liyue

Its honestly more a shock u arent on a mountain bc theres so many,,

Ur pretty close to Liyue Harbor luckily, not in town, but sort of at the base of Mt Tianheng by the looks of it, almost behind it

Its about sunset too, WOW

Liyue Harbor is hella bigger than in game, holy fuck its actually a huge port city

Should u go into the city??

Ur not sure, do they speak English??

...Wait u dont got a single mora

U cant even get an inn rn RIP

?? Should u just? Find a cave?? To sleep in??

But what about monsters??!

(Call Xiao? Nah he'd freak tf out on u, Shenhe maybe? She is the only option u can think of that seems like she would possibly take in a random homeless traveler from another world, mostly bc she could beat ur ass no matter what)

So,, Shenhe? Maybe? Ur still not sold on the idea but maybe u could gather something out here to sell on a street corner?? Or to Wanmin maybe for fresh ingredients?

Yeah sure why not,

With that, u just wander around the area, checking out all the plants and animals

The fennec foxes are so adorable

Oh shit some mint and sweet flower, finally

Oh hell yeah a sunsettia, u got food now 💪

U hold onto some of it to sell (including a low violet grass hell yeah)

Crunchin and munchin ur way thru Liyue now, it isnt until u find a particularly wooded area that u hear ur first sign of human life

...

Stand corrected,

Unlife...?

A soft hum, almost a lullaby, comes from Qiqi as she picks up other flowers youve never seen before (ooo new liyue plants)

Should u just leave? She seems busy and u dont wanna distract her bc she might forget to go back to her task..

Wait a minute.

On the other hand,

Now you can finally achieve one of your many goals in Genshin that you couldn't as a player.

Help Qiqi collect herbs and guide her back,

And scold Baizhu. >:)

(whats he gonna do?? call the milieth on you??? for some rude person who doesnt like the way he makes a child wander off, who has memory issues and cant find her way back??? thats what you thought)

Approaching the tiny zombie girl, you purposely step on a branch to let her know ur there

...she doesn't even flinch, instead she vvveerrryy slooowwwlllyyy lifts her head up from her bent position

Her big doe eyes 🥺

They dont look empty, or dead just kinda dreamy

She tilts her head, the adepti paper covering an eye

Qiqi: "...do I know you? ..you feel... familiar..."

Oh this is crazy, she sounds exactly like in game, but instead of in a screen, her voice is in front of you

You respond "Oh I don't think so?" You introduce yourself,

"Are you alone out here? The sun is setting..."

It didnt strike you until now, but the zombie girl is so... so... tiny

OMGGGG😫💘

I mean, you knew the kids were small, but not 5-6 year old small!!!

Qiqi stands, and you see her holding a basket in the crook of her other arm, full of greenery

(some u recognize like violet grass, horsetails, but others are completely new, wow u gotta wander around Liyue after u find somewhere to sleep tonight to check out how much more fleshed out it is irl...)

The little cryo user is the picture perfect image of sweetness 💝✨️

The paper falls to the side, and both of her gentle pink eyes look up at you (💔)

Qiqi answers slowly, "...I messed up my routine, I forgot to get herbs this morning...so I couldn't make the medicine for today... I'm getting them now instead.."

She turns to the right, then left, and blinks a few times (💔💔💔)

She kinda looks like she forgot the way back,, you figure you might as well ask

"Do you want help getting back to town? The pharmacy right?"

Qiqi looks back at you, and nods, "Okay...thank you..."

And

And!!

She takes YOUR HANNNDDDD 😫😫😫💔💔💔

Her small fingers are cold, and they wrap around only two of your fingers

SOBBING

Trying to hold the squeal inside urself, you turn and begin to walk off together, following the path around Mt. Tianheng into town

♤

HELL YEAH QIQI TIME LETS GOOO

After hearing about your homeless situation, Qiqi and Baizhu offer the guest room for the night, also partially as a thank you for helping Qiqi (thank fuck theyre that nice)

After talking on the way over,

Turns out that Baizhu lives just out of town of Liyue, (not found in the game, was is it with not showing characters houses...) that way he has some greenery around his house, and has a garden out back :D 🌱

Baizhu just gets this strange familiar feeling from you (it almost reminds him of,, seeing a regular customer that has been to see him hundreds of times...) that convinces him to offer you a job at the pharmacy, in exchange for living in the guest room for awhile ! ! WOO

MISSION 1:

FIND SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP + GET A JOB, COMPLETED

♧

Now MISSION 2:

GET MONEY, GET FOOD, SCOLD BAIZHU, LOVE QIQI

Literally on the first day out ur like,, Baizhu.

My boss, my friend, my buddy, my homie, my guyyyyy

U gotta let me go with Qiqi from now on, she will literally get lost hoe. 😐

Tapping ur foot at him and everything,

He's a little intimidated tbh bc ur so upfront about it, and agrees

U lowkey shame his parenting (and he actually feels quilty wow)

WITHIN THE FIRST COUPLE DAYS SHE ALSO SAID THIS!!

"Since we first met, I have had a warm feeling inside. Not the kind of warmth that makes me feel rotten. The other kind of warm. The one that happens inside my heart. Thank you. I am happy. Sadly I only recognize the current you. If I forget you... No. I will order myself to remember you."

AHHHHHHHH PERFECT CHILD <333

(Once again, if u read my Razor post, another person who can't quite articulate what you are as the Creator, but just has a feeling about you that ur cozy and safe :')

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SO QIQI CANONICALLY HAS A NOTEBOOK ALREADY!!

(U help her press flowers in it to both leave inside as a pleasent surprise when she forgets about them, and attach some to the front 💖)

And SHE HAS A SCHEDULE.

In the morning, she goes herb picking, then makes medicine, and then does stretches at the end of the day before bed

(At least im pretty sure thats it, it was like 3 things so she could remember easily)

ON LIKE,, THE FIRST FEW DAYS WITH HER, SHE STARTS TO FOLLOW U AROUND MORE AND MORE LIKE A LITTLE DUCKLING

And she even says "...I started memory training exercises recently. So don't worry, I won't forget who you are." 🥲💘

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Qiqi seemed excited to tell u all the plants u dont recognize and what they do in medicine,

U mostly think that bc she walked and talked a little faster,

her emotions arent super obvious bc apparently her facial muscles arent super flexible... :/

(she later on after she trusts you more, will sometimes let u rub her little cheeks and massage her face to let her have more range, she looks like a content kitten those times 😭😭)

But when ur not out and about Liyue's nature with Qiqi,

U do little odd jobs around Liyue, like dog walking, delivering peoples' medicine, and u even registered w/the Adventurer's Guild so u could take on small commissions :D

U used ur money to buy ingredients to cook food for urself and the household (bc Baizhu cant make anything besides soup and tea apparantly srsly how is this man alive)

And thru a series of trial and error (and consulting Xiangling..)

U made coconut milk!!! ✨️🥥🥛

Qiqi loved. It. Every. Time.

She's not tall enough to reach the kitchen counters w/o a stool, but she can peek her little head over it and put her fingers on the edge, which she does everytime u make it 😫😫🥺🥺

She has a 6th sense for everytime u make it, no matter where she is in the house/nearby lol

It was also one of the things she wrote down in her notebook that she didnt wanna forget LMAO

Next to a reminder that she knows you + other facts abt u, is "can make coconut milk"

You can bribe her with it too lol

QIQI BEST KITCHEN HELPER

Shes already Baizhu's assistant, so she is great at cutting, chopping, and prepping ingredients

She insists on helping u everytime, she'll even delay her morning routine for u to make breakfast <3

(U also make sure to remind her to eat and hydrate consistently, bc thatd be hard af to keep track of w/ memory issues, i would know 💀)

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U also used ur money to buy clothes for urself and her!! <3

Also apparently u still have access to the character menu? And ur inventory?? And quests???

U CAN UPGRADE QIQI

(YESS YESSS- MAKE HER THE STRONGEST CHILD IN THE WORLD, GODLIKE STRENGTH THE IMMORTAL UNDYING QIQI AGENDA HAHAHAHA)

(Her outfits show up in her outfit screen!! theres just kinda a hologram button hovering over her chest at all times..)

She seems rlly fond of upgrading her, her weapon, and artifacts bc she likes to be a stronk 💪girl to protect ppl she loves aw <3

(SHE SAID SHE WAS HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO PROTECT U BETTER THE FIRST TIME U ASCENDED HERRRR 😭💘

She also likes to help u out with commissions too, it brings her some variety in her day that shes become fond of!!

(Shes also become fond of you and all the exciting things ur doing)

AND

Ur quests menu is rlly helpful for you but also her!! U just gently reroute her or remind her everytime she needs it :)

(she has slowly gone from asking you what she forgot/what she was supposed to be doing, to just... LOOKING UP AT YOUUUUU FOR THE ANSWERRRR W/O SAYING ANYTHINGGGGG 💔💔💔💔💔💔)

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Bc u got jackshit all else to do in ur freetime, other than exploring, u started picking up some hobbies thatll benefit the both of you!

U bought some fabric and whatnot to make Qiqi a backpack!! So she doesnt have to carry around the herb basket anymore

(the ones being sold were too expensive, and werent quite right for her anyway, but u did stab urself enough times that Baizhu gave u bandages..)

You give it to her on her birthday!! (she also remembered yours!! She gave u herbal medicine and a necklace of gemstones she handmade like noctilous jade and cor lapis cries)

It has lots of pockets, bc Qiqi also likes to get interesting rocks or non-medicinal flowers to give you while yall are outside <3

She loves the backpack, u saw her make the

♡tiniest♡

Smile ever, which made it even cuter to see

(She also just, held it to her chest the whole day 😭)

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ALSO BC SHE STRIKES ME AS A SLOW BURN TYPE OF PERSON TO LOVE SOMEONE (idk if u get that feeling but thats what it seems like to me esp with her memory needing time to remember a new person, she apparently canonically cant always remember Baizhu's face??)

SO A RANDOM DAY AFTER ABOUT A MONTH AND A HALF, YALL WERE ABOUT TO GO HERB PICKING AGAIN AS USUAL,

WHEN SHE TOOK UR SLEEVE AND JUST,, STAYED THERE THE WHOLE TIME,,

EVEN WHEN SHE WAS HERB PICKING-

🫂🫂🫂

Was that your soul leaving your body? Maybe 🤷‍♂️

But when yall r in a crowd of Liyueans and tourists, she straight up latches onto ur hand like a vice grip

She WILL NOT lose you, and ur holding back just as hard, you WILL NOT lose ur amnesiac child!!!

She likes to come into town with u when u go bc while shes not a fan of crowds, she can deal with them a lot better when ur there 🥺

Plus she wants to be able to look out for you!!

SUCH A SWEETHEARTTT

When u asked why she didnt like crowds the first time yall went SHE SAID

"Some people want to take advantage of me. Others are terrified of me. But you... You are not like any of those people."

QIIIIQQQIIIIIII MY BELOVEDDDD CHILDDDD 🥲🥲🥲😭😭😭😭

(ALL OF THESE ARE CANON VOICELINES BTW EXCEPT FOR YALLS FIRST MEETING AT THE TOP!!!)

♡

Ok so she was already pretty strong before you, but now esp since u started upgrading her-

Qiqi is hella strong and has great stamina

U saw this in action in real time when Hu Tao was strolling down the path near where yall were herb picking off to the side

Hu Tao and Qiqi like... locked eyes-

U were looking down at plants but noticed Qiqi not moving, and looked up to see the most intense staring contest ever LMAO

AND LIKE SOME KIND OF LIKE BIRD OR SQURRIEL WHEN THEY LIKE FREEZE AND THEN BOLT WHEN U ARENT EXPECTING IT THEY ARE OFF LMFAO

QIQI IS RUNNING FOR THE HILLS, ITS LITERALLY INSANE TO WATCH HER BE SO FAST AHSHAKKALDFH

HU TAO IS ALSO FAST BUT LIKE THERES STILL A GOOD AMOUNT OF DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM-

AS U FINALLY GET OVER THE SHOCK, U RUN AFTER THEM LOL

THEY QUICKLY OUT PACE UR SLOW ASS AND UR HUNCHED OVER DYING AND JUST BEFORE THEY GET OUT OF RANGE U HEAR-

"YOU HAVE TO LET ME PUT YOU TO REST, DON'T WORRY YOU'LL LIKE IT DOWN THERE THE DIRT IS NICE AND COLD!!"

AND AN INDIGNANT "No!"

LMAO HU TAO GIVES UP 2 HOURS LATER, AND QIQI WAS LITERALLY RUNNING AND CLIMBING THE WHOLE TIME LMFAO

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SO IDK IF YALL SEEN IT BUT THERES A TRAILER OUT ABOUT XIAO i think??

AND AT ONE POINT QIQI CANONICALLY SAYS SHE CARRIED HIM WHEN HE WAS PASSED OUT BACK TO THE PHARMACY 💀

U WERE THERE WHEN YALL FOUND XIAO

it was kinda shocking to finally have ran into him (bc u figured there was no way he would come down to see some rando human, even if u had almond tofu)

AND HE'S PASSED OUT??!!?!?!

Top ten most disturbing images: Xiao face first on the ground, out of it

And while ur like panicking "omfg how tf am i gonna carry this mf all the way back to the pharmacy, omg what happened, oh jesus this is insane its literally XIAO and he's PASSED OUT-"

Qiqi in the background like, "hup"

And just arranges him in a piggyback carry, his legs and arms sticking straight out in front of her, his ass almost touching the GROUNNNDDD😭😭😭

You: *shocked pikachu face meme LMAOOO

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I LOVE THAT THIS IS CANON OHMYGODTHIS MIGHT BETHE FUNNIEST SHIT OUT OF GENSHIN LORE/STORY YET

♤

Bonus: Zhongli has been going in-fucking-sane trying to locate where u are lol, Hu Tao literally made him take a few days off bc he was pacing around the harbor so much 😭

He always seems to get to where you are, just as you leave the area (apparently Qiqi's deathlike presence throws off ur very full of life one)

Literally as soon as you landed (woke up?) On Liyue soil, he was hyper aware of you

The other adepti are searching the rest of Liyue just in case ur someone where else

Lol wonder how long it took him to realize u were just workin at Bubu Pharmacy LMAO

Tell me what to write! :) ♡

Reminder: A 100+ Followers celebration POLL!!

HOLY FUCK!!

OML

OMFG

SATAN ON A STICK-

THIS IS SO LONG 😭????? WHAT HAPPENED

THIS THING AS LONG AS A FALL INTO THE ABYSS

HELL-

WHAT THE FUCK

WELL NOW I KNOW WHY IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TO POST ANYTHING FOR A FEW DAYS BC THIS IS A FREAK OF NATURE

I ALREADY MADE THE LAST ONE TOO LONG AND NOW HERE WE ARE CRYING

I hope u enjoyed this fucking monster anon sob-

oh my god im actually shocked you guys, i just scrolled up and down this thing-

I can't even like, flick it once and let it scroll really fast and reach the top u know what i mean?? 😟😰🙂🙃🥲

I just,, i had so many ideas, and as i typed and tried to get them all down i-

uh,, aNyWaY,,, enjoy yalls week guys...😟😃 distantsobbing

Cheers,

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♡ the beloveds ♡

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Burning Blue Hot

Pairing: Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, winter day, neck kisses, power use

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: First part of my 15k follower event! The prompt was 'Idia Shroud + Warming You Up'. Who better to warm you up on a cold day then Idia? By the way I have a taglist now so if you wanna be on it for this fandom either DM me or leave a comment.

Unlike you Idia never had to worry about getting cold, or getting sick for that matter. Which is why he took it upon himself to make sure you don't either, especially on a cold winter day like this. With the big snow storm blazing outside classes were canceled and students sent back into their dorms, and Idia chose to stay with you.

It's remarkable that you're so bundled up in warms pants and a thick sweater and all Idia is wearing is his uniform, not even his jacket.

He walked over to you and pressed himself close to your back, his body warmer then usual even though your clothes, "Get comfy sweetie, I'll go get us some tea." He kissed your cheek, smearing a bit of his blue lipstick across your cheek.

You were hesitant to let him go, instead pulling him towards the bed, "I'll be comfy if you're here."

"And I shall be. As soon as I get us something to drink. Would you prefer hot cocoa, with those little marshmallows?" It was a chore to untangle himself from your arms but alas he had a mission to do. You nodded but let him see the pout on your face before he left. "I'll make sure to get you extra marshmallows."

You sighed and fell into the bed, arms spread at either side of you. This was nice of him, he was always very considerate and protective of you when it got colder. It must be nice not to feel it.

When you first met him it was odd to you, even when he wore his signature jacket it never looked like needed it.

"Can't have a pretty lady freezing in the cold." He explained when he first gave it to you, it was a pretty embarrassing first time to talk to him while you were shivering like a leaf and he was casually walking beside you, unfazed by the snow or the wind.

Returning the jacket was more embarrassing because you got quite a few looks walking around holding it in your arms. Idia was famous for his non-social nature, the sight of you handing him jacket was the spanning point of many rumors. None of which were true at first.

You were glad that you met him the way you did, and every time you wore his jacket you remembered that fateful, embarrassing day.

"You look flushed. Are you feeling alright?" You raised your head to see Idia standing in the doorway with the trey holding two piping hot cups of cocoa. He patted barefoot across the room and set the cocoa aside for now. His hand was still hotter then your skin, which was why he was never entirely sure when you were or were not running a fever.

"I'm alright. Thanks for the extra marshmallows." Your cup was stacked to the brim with them. If you downed all of that you'd be working on pure sugar for the rest of the day.

Idia's smiles were sometimes more then enough to warm you up from inside out but if you told him that then you would be able to snuggle up against his chest, a warm up of sugary, chocolate goodness in your hand, and Idia's arms draped around your stomach.

"Made a new playlist for us. Consider it a late Christmas gift." As if the myriad of gifts he already gave you weren't enough. Not in his eyes, he would give you the world if he could. His phone was set right next to you, his hair warms swirling around the two of, like a fireplace just for you, casting a dim blue glow around the room.

If this kept up you'll be sleeping before the 5th track. At least you would if Idia didn't keep kissing your neck every time he noticed you nodding off, thus keeping you on your toes for the whole playlist. It was pretty so you couldn't hold it against him, he was keeping you warm too, there wasn't really much you could complain about no matter how drowsy you were getting from the overly comfy atmosphere.

"Sweet dreams sweetie." Idia whispers to you when the last track finished playing.

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mashed-potato101 · 2 years

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Imagine this...

|Twisted Wonderland|

Mc turns into a child due to an alchemy accident. Instead of making someone/people do the babysitting, it's the staff who will take care of them

Masterlist | Parts 1-?

≪Prev |[Part 2]| Next(TBA)≫

A/N: This is actually longer than I expected. I might turn this into a mini-series. I am also unsure about the characters' class schedules and who's in their classes. I made a few assumptions and just went with the flow.

Tag list: @pansexualproblemchild

Students are waiting inside the classroom for their professor to start class. Just as the bell rang, Trein walked in with Lucius in his arms like usual. But this time it is different. Everyone in the classroom gasped when they saw your little figure walking by his side, hand in hand. You wore an outfit that was obviously designed by Crewel and a backpack with stuff he also packed for you.

“You can sit down on an empty seat if you’d like,” Trein suggested.

You nodded and made your way to an empty seat, which happens to be next to the one and only Malleus himself. You sat down and placed your backpack beside you, taking out your crayons and coloring book. You glance to your left to see the dragon fae eyeing you. Your eyes widened and unexpectedly embraced him.

“Tsunotaro!” you burst with a huge smile on your face.

Everyone jumped from what you’ve just done.

“Ts… Tsun…. TSUNOTARO!?!”

Not only did you hug the future king of faes, but call him a silly name! CHILD PLEASE WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!

The room grew tense, worrying what Malleus would do to you. Instead, he placed his hand on your head and smiled.

“fufufu... Hello, child of man.”

The students let out a loud sigh of relief and thought the fae would be angry. Trein, now at the desk with Lucius on top, clicked his tongue.

“(y/n), please do not disrupt my class.”

You released Malleus from your hold, which earned a pout from him. “Sorry, Grandpa Trein.”

Students are now holding in their squeal from your cuteness.

“Now, shall we begin?”

You silently colored in your coloring book, legs swinging as the class progressed. Many students would often peek at you. On the other side of the room, Cater would secretly snap pics and upload them on Magic Cam. Look how cute mini prefect is! #socute #Iwannahugthem

Malleus couldn’t focus on Trein’s lecture and watched you coloring instead. He already knows some of the lessons, so why should he be listening? He admits you looked cute when you were in your normal form. But you look even more adorable in this figure!

While coloring your book, you often listened to Trein’s lecture. Generally, you'd get bored and sleepy from his voice. But now, it’s like listening to your grandpa telling you tales from his olden days.

In the middle of class, you grew sleepy and shortly took a nap, using your arms as a pillow for your head. So young, so innocent, so pure. The horned man beside you is fighting his dragon urge to sweep you away and place you into a tall tower, isolating you from danger.

Lilia peeks at you and smirks, remembering the times he took care of little Malleus, Silver, and Sebek. Oh, how he missed those days. His caretaker instincts are going off. Like Malleus, he’d like to kidnap you and take care of you instead.

Time has passed as you were still asleep. The bell rang, and the final class of today are now over.

“I hope those who were distracted or slept through the lecture have learned today’s lesson.”

All the students soon got up from their seats and walked out of the classroom. Trein walked up to your sleeping figure with Lucious, who hopped onto the desk and rubbed his head to yours with a purr. You stirred and rubbed your eyes, slowly opening them to see the furry cat and Trein in front of you.

“Mmmm... What time is it?”

“It is now the end of school time,” Trein spoke, “Crewel will pick you up any moment soon. I suggest collecting your things and getting ready.”

You nodded with an okay response and began packing your things. Afterward, you, Trein with Lucious walked out of the classroom. The two waited for your guardian figure to arrive as a few students walked by.

“(y/n)!”

You both glance to the side to see Crewel walking toward the two of you. You beamed out a wide smile, spread your arms out, and ran up to him.

“Papa!”

Crewel lifted you in the air as you laughed in joy.

“My pup! Did you behave well?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, “I was coloring my coloring book while I listened to grandpa Trein. But I got sleepy, and I went to sleep.”

The man who lifted you cradled you in his arms, humming in response.

“Very well then. Thank you, Trein, for taking care of them.”

“It was no problem,” Trein smiled, “It was like watching over my grandchildren. Observing (y/n) reminds me of them. Don’t you agree, Lucious?”

The cat meowed in agreement. Both adults bid farewell and parted both ways. Crewel takes you to Mr. S’s mystery shop. For being such a good pup today, he decided to buy you a snack. The two of you walked inside the building.

“Welcome to Mr. S’s mystery shop!” greeted Sam.

You ran up to Sam, “Hi Mister Sam!”

“Hello there, my little demon!” Sam patted your head. “Ah, and hello to you too, Divus. What can I do for the both of you?”

“Hello, Sam. Me and my pup want to get some snacks before we head home.”

“I have many kinds of snacks, all of them. In fact, they’re all in stock! Now, what will that be, my little demon?”

You looked at Sam, then Crewel, not knowing what to get. You may have bought some tuna cans for Grim, but you rarely buy yourself some snacks just to save some money.

“How about you look around the shop and see what you’d like?” suggested Sam.

Before Crewel could protest, you already ran off. “Pup wait-!”

“Do not worry, my friend. I’m sure they’ll be safe in my friends' hands, ehehe”

You went from aisle to aisle until you finally found your favorite snack. Unfortunately, it is way up high on the shelf and you’re too small for it to reach. Pouting, you soon tried to grab for it by jumping.

“Oya? What do we have here?”

You stopped and looked towards where the voice came from. Standing a few feet away from you is Ruggie, staring at your small figure. He is holding a few items, probably doing errands Leona gave him as usual.

“Shishishishishi. It looks like the rumors were correct, our little prefect turned even smaller.”

You only stare at him, making Ruggie sweat drop.

“hehehe... I'm just gonna go and get the rest of the stuf- OI!”

You stopped him from leaving by pulling his uniform, startling the hyena. As he turned to you in confusion, you pointed towards one of the shelves. He looked where you pointed to see a bag of snacks you wanted.

“Ah, so you want me to get that for ya?”

You only nodded. Ruggie chuckled, grabbed the treat, and handed it to you. But before you could grab it, Ruggie lifted high where you couldn’t reach.

“But what am I getting from this? Hmm?” He teased.

You extended your arms and tried to grab the bag, but Ruggie kept teasing you. The hyena chuckled, amused by your attempts. Until he heard sniffling. He stopped and panicked once he saw your teary eyes. He could feel his surroundings cold with eyes glaring at his back.

“Okay okay! Here ya go! Jeez, I was just joking!”

At last, he finally gave you the snack. You held it up high like it was given to you by God. The hyena let out an air of relief, feeling the cold aura gone. The two heard Crewel shout across the store.

“Pup! Have you found something yet?”

You gasp and are about to run out of the aisle. But you stopped, turned around, and ran towards Ruggie, tackling his leg.

“Thank you, Ruggie-Sempai!”

You quickly let go and left, leaving the hyena with his face flushing in pink and his hand rubbing his back neck. You ran towards the two male adults and handed your treat. Sam took the snack.

“Are you sure that’s the one you want?” asked Crewel.

You nodded, “Yes papa!”

You hopped in excitement as Crewel handed Sam the madols to pay. The shadow man gave the paid snack to you.

“Thank you, Mister Sam!” You chirped.

“No, thank YOU! It is a pleasure doing business with you!” grinned Sam.

“Come on now, pup,” Crewel called, “Let’s get going.”

You grabbed Crewel’s hand and waved at Sam, “Bye-bye!”

“See you tomorrow, my little demon!”

You and Crewel walked out of the shop with your favorite snack in hand. You opened the bag of treats and began feasting them. You showed your guardian the open bag, signaling him to take some.

“It’s alright pup, I’m not hungry.”

You turned your head to the side, “Are you sure?”

He patted your head, “Yes I’m sure, it is yours to eat.”

Crewel quickly took you out of school to avoid Crowley along the way. The two are now making way inside Crewel’s house, greeted by two tall dalmatians. You giggled as they pounced at you, giving you kisses.

“Hello Pongo! Hello Perdita!” You giggled. The two dogs barked happily.

“Okay, dogs, that’s enough.” Crewel ordered, “Sit!”

The two dogs stopped and sat as they were told. You and Crewel spend most of your time together, watching television, cooking dinner, and playing dress-ups. He also gave you a lovely bath and tucked you in bed.

On the next day, the second years walked outside to the field with their magic brooms. They all waited and began conversations as they waited for their instructor. The sound of a whistle was heard across them.

“Magic starts with muscles!”

Vargas jumped in front of the group of students and struck a pose. Some students groaned as others smiled in excitement.

“Muscles!”

The students jump at the sight of you riding on his shoulder with a huge smile.

“Is that, the prefect of the Ramshackle dorm?” “I’ve seen them yesterday inside Trein’s class.” “Awww! They look so tiny!” “Kawaii!”

“Um, Coach Vargas,” Riddle called, “What is (y/n) doing here with us?”

“Yeah. From what I heard yesterday, aren’t they supposed to be Crewel?” Kalim followed.

“You see, fellow bean sprouts, Crewel made a deal to pass (y/n) to us staffs one by one. And today, I get to be the one to take care of them until later! And do now worry, I will be taking good care of them and show them every way to get these muscles!”

Vargas did another muscular pose as you let out a giggle. “Ahem- But for now, we need to focus on class. I want everyone to get on to your broom and loop around the field 20 times.”

Few students groaned; others remained silent. They began doing as they were told to do. In the middle of class, you grew bored watching them flying. You let out a frown and pat his head.

“What’s wrong, little sprout?”

“I’m bored. I wanna get down.”

He laughed. “Okay okay, I’ll get you out.”

Vargas lifted you from his shoulder and placed you down on the ground. You then ran around the grass.

“Don’t go too far and out of my sight!”

A few moments later, Crowley barges into the field and strolls toward the muscled coach.

“Crowley, what brings you here?” Vargas questioned.

“Well, I have nothing much to do, and I also want to see my little hatchling!”

“Your... little hatchling?”

“Why, (y/n) of course!”

Crowley looked to the side to see your little figure on the grass, playing with dandelions.

“Ah, and they’re right there! My little hatchling!”

You look to the side to see the crow man walking towards you. “Hi Mister Crowley! What are you doing here?”

Crowley let out a gasp, “My, why do you people ask like you don’t want me here?” He let out a fake tear from his eye and pulled you up. “I just want to see how my precious child is! For I am gracious!”

You tilted your head from his words. “Um... your precious child? But-”

“(y/n)! I almost forgot,” Vargas called. He handed you a black and white fur coat that is your size. “Here’s the coat Crewel left for you. It’s pretty chilly out here and we don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You smiled and took the fur coat, “Thank you, Uncle Vargas!”

As you wore the coat, Vargas looked at Crowley, “And you, please don’t bother the kid. They’re doing fine without you.”

The masked man scoffed and carried you up. “How about you? Don’t you have a class to teach?”

“As you can see, the students are training on their brooms and testing their skills and speed. They have also experienced thanks to me, and I’m sure they’ll be fine. And how about YOU? Are you sure you don’t have anything else to do? Or you’re just ignoring them and trying to use (y/n) as an excuse?”

Crowley let out a dramatic gasp and dropped you. “Oh, that is absurd! I would never do such a thing!”

As the two adults began fighting, you pouted in pain from being dropped. You look to the side to see the magic broom lying on the bench. Curiosity grew to you, and you sneakily crawled your way into it.

“I’m sorry, I cannot let you take care of (y/n) while you’re in charge of a class.”

“In case you forgot, Trein and Crewel managed to watch them yesterday while lecturing.”

“Well, that is because they are inside their classroom. It is more dangerous to bring (y/n) out here where they can get lost easily. What if they get hurt!?”

“Mister Crowley! Uncle Vargas! Look! I’m flying!”

“Yes yes, that is wonderful, dear- WAIT WHAT!?”

The two halt their bickering and darted to their side to see you floating on the broom above their height. Panic washed through them.

“(y/n), bean sprout, please get down from the broom. It’s too dangerous.” Vargas yelled.

“But it looks fun! Everyone else is flying.”

“I know kiddo. That is because they are experienced and were taught by me. How about you slowly get down here so I can teach you safely?”

“I could but... I don’t know how to get down- WOAH!”

The broom suddenly drove forward quickly and then stopped. It repeated once more but in reverse. The two men yelled your name as you zoomed upwards and towards the sky.

“Shit,” cursed Vargas. “Dire! Do something, will you!?”

“ME!? Why do I always have to do everything around here?”

Vargas only gave Crowley a displeased look and silently growled.

😶

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neverinadream · 1 year

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Little Chilwell - Part One

Summary: Both revelations are made and almost acts of revenge are plotted as you try to deal with the consequences of drinking far too much the night before.

Pairing: Mason Mount x Chilwell!Reader / Ben Chilwell x Sister!Reader / Ben Chilwell x Tabitha Hoffmann (OC)

Song Inspo: Rose-Coloured Boy - Paramore

Warnings: a little bit of angst, slow burn, references to cheating, mentions of alcohol, suggestive themes, mason being a little cocky, this is just a foundation shall we say to set up what is to come for them....clunky and almost useless opening

Notes: so this is me essentially starting over with this series, if you want to know why, you are more than welcome to ask why and i will happily answer whatever questions you have, you are also more than welcome to say that you don't like this new version and you like the old version better but this new version is what i'm going with now. i did originally have a taglist for the old version but i'm not sure if they'd want to be tagged in this new version, that being said if you do want to be tagged in future parts please just ask and i will do it. feedback is always appreciated!!

"Only one," you lie, before holding up all eight fingers and one of your thumbs, "and like nine others." Your hands flop down into your lap, the slapping sound they make as they hit your bare thighs makes you giggle. You do it again, giggling louder this time. It's only when you catch a peek at your brother's less-than-impressed expression that you finally stop. "We also did lots of shots too," you point your finger at Tabitha, who was sobering up in the backseat, "so many pretty, tasty colours. Did you know colours could have a taste? It's so crazy!"

Ben reaches across the console and taps your hand, pushing it away as you attempt to turn on the radio. "No," he mumbles, keeping his eyes focused on the road and not on the doings of his drunken little sister. Taking one hand off the wheel, he rubs the heel of his palm into his tired eyes, attempting to rid himself of some of the tiredness that still lingered. "How many drinks did you even have tonight?" He asks, concerned about the state you were in.

Ben flicks his attention up to the wing mirror, leaving you to ramble about the different tastes of colours, and takes a sneaking glance at Tabitha. She gives him a soft smile when she catches his eyes, quietly giggling to herself when he suddenly looks away. "You don't seem to be in the same state as my sister," he notices, clearing his throat to hide the crack.

He had seen you drunk before, but never in this state, and he was thankful that Tabitha was in a state where she could possibly explain your own.

"Well, I wasn't the one who bumped into my cheating, waste of space, ex-boyfriend tonight," Tabitha responds, glancing across at you. You seemed to be in your own world, with your forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window, watching in amazement as the street lamps washed by you.

"She bumped into Evan?" Ben frowns, tightening his grip on the wheel. Tabitha nods. Just his name was enough to get under his skin and boil his blood.

Evan Kinkle was your ex-boyfriend and someone who you thought could've been the love of your life. He was in the final year of his degree when you first moved to London and, since you were heavily naive back then, the idea of having an older boyfriend excited you. From the second you had met him, he was making you laugh with quick one-liners, complementing your looks, with a fixation on your eyes; he said your eyes had their own language and one that he wanted to learn.

He made you feel wanted and you loved him.

You loved that he was a gentleman.

Or, at least he was that good of an actor to make you believe that he was a gentleman.

He charmed you, your friends, and your family, tricking them into believing he was someone who he wasn't. No one would have thought that he would go on to spend his summer sleeping his way through the south of France.

"I thought he moved after he finished his masters?" Ben asks, giving her a quick glance.

"He did," she nods her head, "but it turns out he's back for a visit-"

"With his pretty French model," you interrupt, speaking with a fake, exaggerated French accent, "my beautiful girlfriend, Fleur, who I totally didn't sleep with the summer I was cheating on you. Blah. Blah. Blah. Prick." Feeling Tabitha's eyes burning into the back of your head, you let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes," you mumble, sitting back in the passenger seat, "I was listening, but the lights outside were just more interesting than the topic of your conversation."

Rolling your eyes, you bite down on your bottom lip to stop it from quivering. Seeing him tonight, so suddenly and out of the blue, made the old wound feel fresh again. The alcohol did its best to numb the pain, but talking about him, even just for a few seconds, formed a thick lump in the back of your throat. The kind that you felt when you were trying not to cry.

"You're going the wrong way, by the way," you tell Ben, not recognising the street you were on.

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I am not," Ben repeats, stressing his words, turning a corner and pulling onto a new street, "because you're staying at mine tonight." He looks back at Tabitha. "You too."

After a few more minutes of twiddling your thumbs and sitting in silence, you release another exaggerated sigh. "This silence is deafening!" You exclaim, throwing both hands up into the air. Turning your head to look at your older brother, you pout, "can we please just have the radio on until we get back to yours?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so," he answers, refusing to look at you.

You whine like a child. "But why?"

"Sweetie, we don't need it on," Tabitha jumps in, reaching across to touch your shoulder. She always had a kind, gentle touch, making it hard to believe that she would ever have a bad side to her. "We'll be there soon," she tells you, peeking out of the window and spotting a familiar signpost.

You jolt in your sleep, turning your head from side to side, rubbing your eyes as you try to get a better sense of your surroundings. The white tiles going from the floor up to the ceiling were a big giveaway. The bathtub was an even bigger one. "Why am I in the bathroom?" You ask out loud, your voice sounding hoarse from your throat being dry.

"Fine," you mumble, slumping lower in your seat, with your arms folded tightly across your chest like a naughty child who had just been punished. Your head snaps to the side, giggling as you wear a smile so mischievous that it even has Tabitha groaning from the back seat. The fight wasn't over just yet. "I'll have to be my own radio," you swipe the empty plastic bottle from to cup holder, the clear plastic crunching under your tight grip, "any requests?"

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Climbing to your knees, one hand grips the edge of the marbled counter, keeping you balanced as your other hand reaches for the plastic beaker. The plastic beaker alone had you believing that you must've been in such a state last night that you weren't trusted enough with the glasses.

Pulling the beaker towards you, you give the inside a quick sniff, before filling it with some water. After taking a sip, just enough to wet your lips and give your throat a little bit of lubrication, you toss the beaker into the sink, wincing as it clangs against the sides. A groan slips past your lips as you press your forehead against the cold counter.

"I am never drinking again."

"Morning, sunshine." Lifting your head, you find Mason standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of grey sweats, which hung dangerously low on his hips, and nothing else. "I thought I could hear the dulcet tones of a hungover twenty-year-old," he teases you. He slides both hands into his pockets, the action making the waistband of his sweatpants just move down ever so slightly. "Eyes up here, sweetheart."

"What are you doing here?" You ask, grabbing onto the counter with your hand. Climbing to your feet, you grimace at the state of yourself as you catch your reflection in the mirror. Black smudges of mascara were under your eyes and your hair was looking like what people meant when they said: you look like you've been dragged through a hedge backward.

"I'm crashing here, remember?" He tries to jog your memory. "Did Ben not tell you last night-"

"I've just woken up on a bathroom floor, with no idea of how I got here, Mason. What point of that makes you believe that I can remember anything from last night?" You interrupted him. Taking your thumb, you try to smudge some of the mascara stains away, but it was no help. Settling for raccoon eyes, you brush your fingers through your hair, partially fixing its current state. "I take it Ben picked me up last night?" You ask, taking small, unsteady steps towards the door.

Mason steps to the side, blocking your path. "Last night. Early hours of this morning," he shrugs his shoulders, "same difference I guess."

"Move," you insist, uttering the one-worded demand as you huffed out your chest and folded your arms.

Untucking one hand, he presses it against the doorframe, using it to balance himself as he leaned towards you. You took a staggered step back. "You should've heard the things you were telling me last night," he says, speaking with a low tone. A small amount of panic sets in. You couldn't remember much last night, only the bits that were coming to you in patches of faint clarity. You remembered bumping into Evan and getting subsequently crying in the toilets. You remembered getting yourself involved in a 'shot race' and getting angry at strangers when they spilled their drinks down you. "Oh, yeah," he watches closely as you tried to remember, "we talked last night."

"No, we didn't."

He nods his head. "We did."

"Bullshit."

"Not bullshit, baby," he replies, chuckling under his breath as you roll your eyes. He almost never referred to you by your proper name, always calling you sunshine, baby, or even princess. And you knew he never did it because he had an ounce of affection for you, he did it because he knew it annoyed you, a way for him to get under your skin without ever even trying. "You planted one right here-"

"Right, well now I know you're definitely bullshiting me," you cut him off, digging your elbow into his side and unblocking your path, "I would never kiss you. Not even if I was drunk."

Walking out onto the landing, you are quick to move your hand in front of your eyes, shielding them from the sun you can feel burning them. "Are we suddenly living on the fucking sun?" You whisper, groaning as the sun shines through the gaps between your fingers. One disadvantage of living in a house with predominantly white furnishings meant that when the sun did decide to come out and play, it reflected off each available surface. And right now it felt like your eyes were on fire.

You had only walked maybe five or six steps across the landing before you abruptly stopped. Turning clockwise and then anti-clockwise, you try to seek out Tabitha's usual girlish giggle coming from one of the bedrooms. "Do you hear that?" You ask as a low, more masculine chuckle is heard after another one of Tabitha's girlish giggles. Shushing Mason as he tries to speak, you take small, slow steps in the direction the noise was coming from.

"I wouldn't-"

"Shush!"

"I can promise you-"

"Mason, shut up!"

Mason rushes past you, blocking your path as you reach forwards to grab the handle. Instead of grabbing the handle, your hand collides with his bare chest. He shivers as your cold fingers brush against his warm skin, something which you seem to miss. He takes a step back, moving closer to the bedroom door.

"Shift it!" You demand, placing your hands on your hips, believing in your hungover state that a power stance of sorts might do the trick to intimidate him.

"No."

The power stance had failed you.

"Why not?" You ask, tilting your head to the side. A smile tugs on the corners of your lips. "Is the big, bad monster in there? Will the big, bad monster eat me if I go in there?" You reach out your hand, jabbing the tip of your finger into his chest. "Are you trying to protect me from the big, bad monster?"

He bats your finger away as you give his chest another poke. "For once, could you just listen to me?" He insists, taking another step back as you take a step forwards. A soft groan slips past his lips, feeling the cold, metal handle of the door digging into his lower back.

"Why?" You raise both eyebrows at him. "What could possibly be happening behind that door that you don't want me to see?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"This is bad," you mumble under your breath, pacing back and forth across the carpet, "this is....this is really fucking bad. This is so fucking...Why? Why? Why would they do this? Why would she do this? With him? With my brother?"

"No, Mason, I'm just asking you for the fun of it," you scoff, rolling your eyes.

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"I did say-"

"Then you should've lied, Mason! You should've told me a fucking lie!" You abruptly cut him off, shouting across the bedroom. He holds his hands up, a look on his face that said 'I did warn you,' and takes a step back. "You don't tell me that my brother and my best friend slept together!"

Why? Why? Why?

The same question repeated over and over in your head, replaying itself on a constant loop as you resumed your pacing. Was she unconsciously mad at you and this was some kind of revenge? Maybe. But you couldn't exactly think of a reason why she would be mad at you. You had been best friends for years and never once had you both argued or fallen out with each other.

Maybe she was unconsciously mad at herself and sleeping with Ben was an act of self-punishment? And if that's what it was, then this was something you, her, and an expensive therapist could easily fix.

"Could you stop moving? You're making me dizzy." His voice brings you out of your anxiety-induced state for the best part of five seconds. Giving him an apologetic smile, you bring your feet to an abrupt stop and notice that the room was no longer spinning. Perhaps, Mason wasn't the only one who was feeling dizzy. "Is it really that bad?" He asks, leaning against the doorframe.

Really, you silently ask him with your eyes as your face scrunches up in disapproval of his question. "How would you like it if one of your teammates slept with one of your sisters?" You ask, trying to put it into a perspective so that he might understand your grief. "Hmm? Think about that, Mason, think about....think about Jorgi getting a handy from one of your sisters. It's not nice, is it?"

"Well, both of my sisters are in happy relationships, so I don't think I have to worry about that ever happening any time soon." He tucks his hands back into his pockets, the front of his sweatpants subtly moving down just enough to grab your attention again. He chuckles under his breath. "You're not even trying to hide it, are you?" He asks, leaning against the frame. He untucks one hand and draws a circle in front of his face. "My eyes are up here, baby."

You purse your lips together, your jaw tensing as you attempt to cease your annoyance. "You're delusional, okay, severely delusional," you fail to rid yourself of your annoyance, biting back at him, "you should go see a doctor about it. They might even be able to cure you of that small dick syndrome whilst you're there too."

"Oh, I will," he nods, scratching at his beard, "once I've finished moping up all that drool dropping off your chin."

Rolling your eyes, you shoot him a warning look. "We're getting off-topic," you insist, huffing out your chest, the air expelling sharply from your nose.

Mason had tried to put himself in your shoes, to see it all from your perspective, but unfortunately, he just didn't see how any of this was a problem. "So, Ben slept with your best friend," he shrugs nonchalantly, "I just don't get why you're acting like it's the end of the world or something."

"How do I put this in a way that your tiny pea-sized brain will understand? How do you think Ben would react if you slept with me? Do you think he would be fine with one of his best friends sleeping with his baby sister? Or do you think he'll give you a high five and congratulate you? Maybe even pop open a few beers and have a celebratory drink to celebrate you boning his sister?"

"Okay," he raises his voice to speak, "I get it, okay? Jeez, enough with the twenty questions."

With a grumbled sigh, you flop yourself onto the bed and believe that the world was clearly out to get you. First, it was bumping into Evan, and now it was your brother sleeping with your best friend. Did the universe hate you? Did it wish to refuse you even an inch of happiness?

Scooping the quilt together, you bury your face in the soft material. "I will get him back for this."

Mason scoffs. "How very mature of you," he comments, feeling his breath hitch in his throat as he looks up from the floor.

He clears his throat, darting his eyes between the floor and the part of your dress that had ridden up. It was wrong of him to look, and he knew Ben would sock him straight in the mouth if he caught him looking. But to get a glimpse of the roundness of your bum, it only helped to stir up a dull ache in the pit of his stomach.

He shuffles on his feet and runs his fingers over his beard and through his hair. Just anything to distract himself from the ache spreading from his stomach to his cock. Don't, he thinks to himself as he feels the blood rushing to a single point in his body. He was not about to get hard over the single, accidental, glimpse of his best friend's little sister's bum. God, it had been too long since he last had sex, he believed, if this was all it took.

"Uh, could you maybe sit up, please?" He asks, keeping his focus on the ceiling.

"What? Why?" You look over your shoulder, some of the colour draining from your cheeks when you catch a glimpse of yours in the opposite mirror. It was mounted onto the built-in closet door, facing the end of the bed, giving you the near-perfect view of your bum and everything under the end of your dress. Taking only a second to do so, you spring to your feet, the carpet soft under the souls of your feet. "Pervert," you hiss, pulling the end of your dress as far down as it would go.

He scoffs, bringing his eyes back down to look at you. "I didn't exactly mean to look-"

"Oh, but you still got a good look, didn't you?" You cut him off, folding your arms aggressively across your chest. "Creep."

"Don't flatter yourself," he rolls his eyes, dismissing you, "there was much there to look at."

Tilting your head, you note the flushed nature of his cheeks and the awkward two-stepping he would keep doing. "Hmm, sure," you hum, the shadow of a grin curling on the corners of your mouth, "then why are you blushing? Did you think about something you shouldn't?"

He wags a finger at you, "I'm not blushing."

"Take a look in the mirror for yourself," you unfold one of your arms and throw it out in the direction of the mirror, "take a look at those pretty, pink, blushing cheeks and then tell me you're not blushing."

A giggle passes your lips, which only serves to make his blushing cheeks worse. Mason was one of those people who could dish it out but could never take it, which made returning all the teasing he did that much sweeter. You could turn him into a stuttering, blushing mess in only a matter of seconds, and he had no weapon in his arsenal to get you back.

Letting your eyes scan around the room, you finally spot the suitcase pressed up into the corner, a couple of pairs of trainers sitting upon it, the small pile of dirty clothes sitting at the foot of the laundry basket, and the hoodie thrown carelessly over the arm of the cream armchair. There was too much white and cream in your brother's home, too much that it often made you nervous to even eat or drink anywhere but in the kitchen.

This was Mason's room.

Or, at least the one he was staying in.

Unfortunately, you hadn't noticed that when you sprinted away from Ben's bedroom, escaping and hiding in the closest room. If you had, you would've thought twice about lying down on the bed and hiding your face in the quilt.

"I'm taking this," you announce, grabbing the hoodie off the armchair. Tucking it under your arm, and ignoring his protest, you slide open the closet door, and remove a pair of his shorts neatly folded on one of the shelves. "And these too," you wave the pair of shorts at him. Normally, you might've borrowed clothes from Ben, but you weren't ready to face him. Not yet, at least.

Later? Maybe. But right now? No.

Keeping the hoodie tucked under your arm, you pull the shorts up your legs and underneath your dress. "Close your eyes," you insist, looking over at Mason, who had now moved from the door and onto the end of the bed.

"I'm seen your ass, princess," he smirks, "might as well show me the rest too."

"You should think about taking some comedy classes because that joke-"

"Wasn't a joke," he cuts you off, leaning back on his hands. He watches you, letting his eyes drag down your body and then back up to meet your eyes, and waits to see what your next move was. "What will it be?" He asks, licking his lips. You scrunch your face in disgust. "Gonna let me take a peek?"

Hurriedly, you tuck the ends of your dress into your shorts and quickly pull the hoodie over your head. You have to forget that it smelt like him, a smell so strong it was enough to make your head dizzy. Or at least dizzier than you already felt. Your head was still pounding like there was a miniature set of construction workers going at it inside your skull. And every time your stomach churned, you were scared you might be sick again.

"Now, if you don't mind," you bite back, tucking your hair into the sides of the hood, "I need food and to come up with a plan to get my brother back for sleeping with my best friend."

Mason gets up from the bed and follows you out of his room, jogging to keep up with you as you hurry down the stairs. "You're not actually going to do that, are you?" He asks, watching you disappear behind the fridge door.

"Uh, yes!" Swiping the butter from the fridge, you knock the door shut with your hip. "This is exactly like the time Ben put his football through the window of my wendy house," you explain, dropping the tub of butter onto the side and turning to grab a loaf of bread from out of the cupboard, "I'm not going to let this slide, or just brush it under a rug." Popping two slices of bread into the toaster, you push the handle down and take a small plate from the cupboard. "I will enact a revenge so terrible-"

"Okay, just calm down, yeah? He slept with your best friend, remember? Let's not act like he was committing war crimes," he takes a seat on one of the bar stools and props his forearms down on the countertop. He couldn't believe he was willingly going along with this silly performance. "Just...just sleep with one of the lads. That'll be a sure way to piss him off." He waves one hand in the air as he speaks, the movement of his fingers catching your attention for just a second. "And that'll essentially be no different to him sleeping with Tabitha."

You stare back at him with two raised eyebrows and a look of surprise on your face. "Jesus," you say, a little dumbfounded, "did you actually just say something smart?" Mason rolls his eyes. "But it would never happen," you quickly dismiss him, glancing over your shoulder when you hear the toast pop up.

He watches you turn away from him. "Why wouldn't it?" He asks, half-smiling as you curse under your breath. The toast had been too hot to touch and you had quickly dropped it onto the plate.

"Because none of them have the balls to go against Ben." You stick the knife into the butter, leaving it there as you pick up the plate and carry it over to the island counter. Leaving an empty stool between you and Mason, you take a seat, slapping his hand away as he reaches to steal a slice. "It's a good idea, Mase," you take a bite, "but like I said, it'll never work."

You manage to eat about half of a slice in silence before Mason is disrupting it. "Then sleep with me," he blurts out, turning himself to face you. Dropping the slice of toast onto your plate, you cover your mouth with your hand, coughing as you try to remove the small lump of toast stuck in your throat. "Okay, there you go," he chuckles, reaching out to touch your back, rubbing his hand in circles, "toast isn't exactly the thing I wanted you to be choking on."

Shrugging him off you, you push the plate away from you, losing your appetite for the sort of soft, buttery squares of toast in front of you. "You're disgusting, Mason, disgusting!" You swallow the lump of toast, still spluttering as you tried to catch your breath.

He takes the slice you haven't bitten into, takes a large bite out of the toast, and licks the crumbs off his bottom lip. "You said none of the lads have big enough balls to go against Ben, but you haven't seen the size of mine," he speaks through a mouthful.

"Eh, firstly, don't talk with a mouth full of food; didn't your mum ever teach you that? And, secondly, I never want to lay my eyes upon your tiny dick and even tinier balls, okay?" Hopping to your feet, you pull the plate away from him, scraping the leftover toast into the bin. You open Ben's dishwasher and stack your plate onto the rack, pushing it back inside and kicking it shut with your foot. Standing up straight, you take a quick glance at him and sigh. If you truly wanted to get Ben back, Mason was the better choice. There was no denying it. But he was also him, the person you had despised from the minute you had met. "...but-"

"But?" He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "But what?"

"But..." Your eyes linger on his for a second and then you quickly shake your head. "Nothing," you mumble, hearing two voices, Ben's and Tabitha's, coming down the stairs, "you're a pervert and severely disgusting! Go get some help!"

He chuckles lowly under his breath and finishes the rest of the toast, wiping his fingers against his sweatpants. "Well," he gives Ben and Tabitha half a smile and a subtle nod of his head, before turning his attention back to you, "if you ever want to take me up on that offer-"

"In your fucking dreams, Mount!"

"All the time, baby," he was quick to respond, earning a warning look from Ben, but he ignores it, "all the time."

Ben slowly turns his head in your direction, a puzzled expression setting on his brows. "What was that about?" He asks, one hand pointing over his shoulder. "What was he talking about? What's he offering you?"

"Drugs, Benjamin. Lots and lots of drugs. Mountains of drugs, actually. He needs some help moving them and I know a guy who can do that for him," you watch him roll his eyes, your brother was never a fan of your dark use of humour, "but enough of mine and Mason's new business plan, let's talk about you two." You wave your finger in the air, pointing at both of them.

Tabitha swallows a deep breath as the colour slowly leaves her face; her usual rosy coloured cheeks had turned ghostly white in a matter of seconds. Gotcha, you thought to yourself, watching her and Ben take not-so-subtle glances at each other.

F O O T B A L L T A G L I S T

"So, tell me," you kick two stools out for them to take a seat, "what did you two get up to last night?"

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꒰ SOMETHING ABOUT U ꒱ ⋮ KAEYA ALBERICH → [ CONTENT & TAGS ]:fem!reader, references to canon divergent lores ( mixed with my ideas; nothing promising but i needed to get this months old idea out of brain so that i can focus on other activitis :">) , kaeya has obsessive behavior, angst, mention of prostituion, implicit smut. word count —2k // back to blog navigation. // beta read by my beloved ari @orchid3a . also tagging @kaelily <3.

synopsis:: “Beyond the sea, against the waves

where the sea and sky meet, where tides kiss the moon,

A protector shall be re-born, and Khaenri’ah will rise once again with retribution.”

Many grave and galant eclipses and solstices have been witnessed by the mortals, humans lived and died but the protector did not return. A prophecy that was made years ago has now made it to the front page of the newspaper with the headline, “DID THE GODS GRANT MERCY TO THE KHAENRI’AHNS ?”

A year ago Kaeya Alberich would neither have believed in this prophecy nor would have sworn to pursue the veiled truth and call it ‘fate’. But now, his ship sails across the oceans with him sitting in his personal chamber holding a brown paper, reading the same article that was published a year ago while a girl sleeps in his bed.

His million moras haul, alive and breathing.

Kaeya settles at the edge of his bed swirling the wine in his goblet. With your eyes closed, bosom rising and falling at a slow steady speed he thinks you look like one of those sleeping fairies inside those nyctinastic flowers that he once saw in picture-book when he was a toddler; he accidentally stumbled upon it and saw the wonders that belonged to the out of the word, this word— a child sitting at one of the corners of the library, hiding from the Archon’s wrath, hiding and protecting, hiding and fearing. He is not someone to put faith in the Archons. He does not feel anything about the mocking existence of the Archons, neither rebel nor rage; nothing. Therefore, must he be the one to go against the waves and wind, against the sun and moon, against the gods?

But if Archons were to really exist as people claim, then perhaps it was the Archons' will when his eyes fell on you for the very first time, on that cold night, on that dead island under an enormous tree as you were lying half-clad, breathing but barely alive. While his home was swallowed by the oceans five hundred years ago with no trace at the bottom of the sea, there was you, a fragile creature taking the last of its breaths. He found you in the exact same place where once he breathed and lived in the air of Khaenri’ah. Kaeya does not believe in the Gods, but he does believe in ‘miracles’, and ‘chance encounters’. Now he is ready to believe in some years-old prophecy.

A flame flickering to live on still delivers light.

The winds were treacherous that night, they were not howling like other stormy nights Kaeya had endured. There was an uncanny smell in the winds of the island, a smell that he can neither remember nor recognize, the mixed smell of something greater, something divine— like ichor, blood and bones. He could hear something eccentric too; He knew the winds of the sea like a caterpillar knows its fate to become a butterfly. But this was different, a foreign feeling. It felt like the wind was whispering right into his ears. He has never felt so hollow before.

That was the first time he heard how hollow he was. It is like when someone was blows air through a hollow pipe so rapid, so full and so hollow that it is on the verge of breaking. Standing there in the dead of the night, with his crew busy at the shore decking the ship he could not separate between himself and those bullet shells that looted lives while his eyes glimmered at your corpse-like body in the pale moonlight, lips trembling and then curving into a crescent.

The clanking sound of bullet shells hitting the floor, the sound of blazing homes which once were made with love and care, the screams of the dying, and the smell of the dead— he remembers it all. It might have been five hundred years ago for others, but it was still fresh as a morning dew in his mind. He can not forget. Every time he sleeps, he dreams of destruction and every time he is awake he vows on vengeance.

“Woah! Careful there,” Last time when Kaeya was here you had been sleeping. You have been in and out of slumber for a week now. He helped to restore your balance as you tried to wake up and stacked a few pillows behind your back so that you sit at ease. You do not resist, do not have enough power to do so. The marks on your skin are slowly fading, your eyes are now much more expressive, lips and ankles devoid of any fine lines. The only scratch on your body is on your forehead, a star, and a half circle at the lower end of the star. It is very faint now but its there. It was raw and fresh at the night when he first laid you on his bed. It seemed like someone carved it with a knife but there was no dried blood along the scar or anywhere on your body.

Last month, precisely, a week ago, when Kaeya fetched a doctor for you from the port city of Mondstadt, Dorman, he did not mention anything about the scar. Even when he asked about it specifically, all he got was a laugh at its non-existence. But he can see it, clear as a day.

“You are doing a lot better than when I first saw you.” He admits as you finally look at him. “Are you hungry? Last night you did not eat much.” It has become a part of his routine now. Being there when you wake up, helping you, telling you stories, taking you out on the deck, watching you from afar when you are awake, and watching you up close when you are asleep. He is trying his best to help you to feel comfortable as much as possible so that you remember your origin, so that you remember your fate, so that you remember what the Archons did. But so far you have only talked minutely about your home and he did not make much of it.

“No. I do not feel hungry.” Your fidgeted with your fingers averting his gaze. Your attention falls on the dip created on the bed where he kept his hand to adjust the pillows. You gulp wetting your throat. “But I do feel thirsty.” You keep your hand beside his, an inch away. He looks at you, with sapphire-embedded eyes and then at the hands. His little finger shifts towards yours, slowly. You quickly pull your arm into your lap. “Do you think we can visit the port city today?” you ask hoping to divert his attention.

Last night he mentioned it and when you ask so eagerly so softly, his barren cold heart is set ablaze. You are now strong enough to pay attention to him. It makes him happy. Kaeya smiles looking at you before answering, “Of course we can. The others will take care of things at the ship and meanwhile we can visit the port.” He leaves the bed and walks towards the exit of his room. Before vanishing from your sight he states, “Get changed. I will be be the one to accompany you to the city today.”

You have been living in his room, breathing his air, sleeping in his bed, and wearing his clothes for a month since the day he rescued you. Traveling amongst the winds and the waves with you has not been entirely in vain either. Truth be told, Kaeya likes your presence. Today he is finally taking you out amongst the people and needless to say he is not leaving you out of his sight. He is walking behind you while you are in awe, admiring the surroundings.

You two stand at one of the shops as you ask about all the things and watch everything with such surprise in your eyes that it reminds him of himself when he was a child. He occasionally scans your surroundings, waves at the people he knows, and smiles at the girls he visited at the pleasure house. Those were some bright evenings he lived, enjoying the night at the pleasure house, fucking the girls till they fainted and disappearing into the sea at the break of dawn— the best he had of his life until . . . you walked into his peaceful luxurious life. He glances at you increasing the amount of distance between you two scooting to a side.

The crowd is slowly increasing and why would it not? Kaeya is here and word must have gotten around the town. He rarely visits port cities unless he has to collect hauls and buy some supplies in exchange for them. This was neither of them. This was a new thing. A news: ‘Lord Alberich is here with some maiden.’ It will draw attention more to him than to you. His smile fades away as he turns his head and does not see you. He asks the shopkeeper and he tells that you went towards the sea. shit.

The dusk is approaching and he should be in his room in his ship with you, not scouring the earth for you. Kaeya enters his room briskly with hundreds of thoughts running in his mind, wild and free. What if you are not here? What if someone recognized you? What if someone abducted you? What if . . .?

He sits on the chair with a thud seeing you on the bed with a new set of clothes, lying unconscious. He remembers buying you some clothes but not changing them. The clothes you had been wearing are neatly folded and kept on another bed. His eyes are still on you like a hawk watching its prey. “When did she get hear?” He asks as his breathing becomes even.

“About an hour ago, Lord Alberich.” one of the members of the crew answered. “She found her way back to here. We found her lying unconscious to the ground when we came to give the food.” Kaeya waves his hand at them asking them to leave. He pours some wine into his goblet and like always, sits at the edge of the bed but this time closer to your face.

He runs the back of his fingers along your cheeks murmuring to himself, “What am I gonna do with you… you are driving me insane, paranoid a bit.” He does not know your origin, your past nor your full name, nothing. Even though he is trying his best to give you the benefit of doubt, you keep thinning his faith on you every time.

He lifts up his head, his arm reflexively stretches towards the gun in the hostler. He presses and clicks open the safety lock and keeps the nozzle at your temple. Will you bleed blood or ichor if he hurt you? Will you lament or will you punish him if he hurt you? Are you here to kill him and his people? Or Are you here to help him and his people?

His fingers move over your forehead, over the marks. He is sure he is the only one who can see your forehead scar. So he takes a risk that he did not think of doing it, ever. Keeping his goblet aside, his index finger slipped underneath his eye patch, pushing it aside for it to remove. There is it, his suspicion is confirmed.

As the scar on her forehead glows and his right eye does not sting or hurt like it should his limbs give up and he lands on his knees beside the bed. There he sat and wept like a boy while his ‘fate’ lay in front of him. How can he not believe what he sees with his own two eyes?

So many questions yet answers to none. But he is aware of only one thing— that you are everything that he does not believe. An Archon. A deity. A bane to his existence. But he refuses to hurt you. He refuses to become the very thing he despises. He refuses to let it go in with just one shot and therefore, he must keep you, tame you, and protect you.

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ik this has a lot of loopholes & might make this a multichaptered series but that depends on how well it will do :]

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In The Shadow Of Serpents

- A Dark Sebastian Sallow Series

Majorly inspired by my Dark Seb series on TikTok

Synopsis: Many years after leaving Hogwarts, Ominis is telling his and Mc’s children the downfall of his old friend turned dark Wizard, Sebastian Sallow…

Disclaimer: this is not at all how I see Sebastian, it’s just a twist on what his character could’ve become and is just a concept!

Tags and triggers include: Drugging, 18+ content and themes throughout, read at your own risk!

“It’s our decisions that make us who we really are”

[Intro- the main story is set in the past of these events]

Summer - 1915

(somewhere in the Scottish highlands)

Ominis’ two children laughed as they ran into the living room of their little cottage, excited for yet another one of their father’s enriching bedtime stories. Ominis would always smile widely as they’d fight the urge to close their eyes, too invested in the story to go another day not knowing the ending.

The two had inherited their father’s icy blonde locks, with both even going as far as shocking their parents by speaking parsel tongue to a grass snake one night. Ominis loved them both dearly, and would never change them for the world, but some part of him had always hoped they’d inherit Mc’s traits and talents over his…

He ran a hand through his blonde,- going- silvery locks for an idea for tonight, before falling upon a deep and dark memory that had sat stagnant in his mind since he was a boy. The slytherin cleared his throat as Ivy and Jasper, his troublesome twins, finally got comfy and waited patiently for their father to begin the story.

Ominis sighed softly, inaudibly. He thought they were old enough to learn about their parents past now, it was time…

“A long time ago, I had a friend called Sebastian. He was friendly and smart, that was until, his sister fell ill. Though he always loved to read, he turned to books in the dark arts and started to practice unforgivable curses…

Your mother and I… couldn’t support him any longer after he killed his own uncle and we made the decision to send him to Azkaban. Many years later we received an owl saying he’s escaped. No one knows where he is now. But he’s out there…somewhere…”

The two children turned to look at eachother in confusion at the story. Normally Ominis stories were about fairies and magic and fun, not his past and…dark wizards… especially not in this tone…

“He’s one of the most dangerous wizards still out there” Ominis swallowed. “But me and your mother will always keep you safe, as long as we shall live, you have nothing to worry of my darlings.”

Just as he finishes his sentence Mc quietly enters the room, clasping a cup of her home brewed tea, curling up on the sofa like a cat, smiling happily at her little family. “What did I miss?” She smiles as she cozies up, curious as to what story her husband had thought up tonight.

Ominis coughs. “Hello dear. I was just telling them about Sebastian Sallow” he says, biting his lip softly as he awaits his wife’s reaction.

Mc’s face turns pale as she almost drops the tea out her hand. “Sebastian?” She says the word as if it isn’t quite real, as if it’s been so long she needed to brush off its cobwebs.

Ominis nods. “Yes dear”

Mc sighs quietly as she slowly brings the teacup up to her lips.

“I remember well”

*Flashback to Summer, 1890*

[Main story begins here]

Chapter 1: Hanging by the thread

Sebastian looks tired, slumped into a chair in the library as he stirs his butterbeer for the thousandth time while flicking the forbidden pages of the restricted section’s literature. He couldn’t sleep though, hell no, that would just amplify his sickening guilt at how he hasn’t found a cure yet.

It was taking forever, and though he demanded (and got) all the help anyone could ask for, the cure seemed to be running from him. The further he delved into his books, the further hope seemed to fade away…

He heard the library clock strike midnight and decided that was enough for today, picking himself up and navigating the twisting corridors of hogwarts back to the slytherin dorm room.

When he arrived Ominis was already fast asleep, lips slightly parted as he lay on his side, hand twitching every so often as if he were lost in some dream. Sebastian deduced he was probably dreaming about Mc, as much as he wished he would not think of her that way… but that was something he was letting take it’s course for now.

The slytherin stretched and yawned as he quickly undressed and slid under the covers, determined to make progress again tomorrow.

The brunette tossed and turned in the night, having a restless sleep, if you could even call it that, riddled with dreams of Goblins doing awful acts…a flashback to Anne being cursed on the cliff next to his home being replayed over and over again in his mind. It filled the boy with this unbreakable rage, only to be satisfied with an act of revenge.

These dreams continued until he heard a familiar well spoken voice.

Ominis broke a nervous smile.

“Late night again I’m assuming?”

Sebastian sat up slightly dazed at the question, ruffling his chestnut hair into something presentable, as if Ominis could somehow see it or even could care.

“Mhm… researching again, you know…” He said, his morning voice a little gruff and hoarse.

“And…. Did you get any further?” Ominis laid his words down delicately and softly, knowing how loose the thread that held their friendship together was now becoming. Ominis was always a master of this, having learned it from being the only kind hearted Gaunt beside his aunt, always having to hedge his words to avoid provoking an argument…

Even so, finding ways to prevent Sebastian’s fiery tantrums proved exceedingly difficult nowadays, and he never knew when the boy would go off on another of his dark tangents. It was hard watching his best friend destroy himself this way, and in a way, it was destroying a part of him…

Sebastian sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes, knowing well he couldn’t go into detail of his thoughts and plans around his Goblin filled dream as Ominis would definitely give him a lecture. He decided he was going to keep quiet and discuss it later with Mc in under undercroft. Along with some other things…

“No, but fuck do I need some caffeine.” He groaned.

They got ready quickly and headed to the great hall for breakfast, making small talk about their classes that day. Any outsider looking in wouldn’t be able to see the threads in their friendship tearing, at least.

Mc was already sat in her designated spot when they arrived, legs crossed as she nibbled on some toast, doing something so mundane yet looking ethereal to them both. The twinkle in her eye as she saw them both headed to her, cheeks turning a warmer shade of pink.

Sebastian licked his lips unknowingly at the sight of her, his mind wandering to their steamy sessions in the undercroft in the past. Their last one was weeks ago now, and he was getting withdrawal from her touch. His body burned to be ontop of hers, to be intertwined with her like he had been so many times before.

He was far from happy when she confessed to him her feelings for Ominis, and although he only saw it as two friends having some fun in the beginning, the boy came to love her deeply… and the only obstacle was his own best friend… not that Ominis even knew of their escapades yet…

Sebastian swallowed his thoughts and sat down, grasping for the coffee that was already half way down the slytherin dining table. Ominis tutted as he heard Sebastian down the entire cup in one go, not once stopping for air.

Mc tries to hold back a giggle at the sight of it, earning her a wink from Sebastian. She tries to ignore it out of respect of her dual feelings for Ominis but her cheeks betrayed her, blushing anyway. At the end of the day Sebastian still held some power of her, as much as she hated it. It was much simpler before all these romantic feelings appeared, and it didn’t take a genius to work out that this friendship trio wasn’t what it once was…

Ominis shifted uncomfortably in his chair, picking up on Mc’s laugh, digesting that familiar feeling of being left out, and thought he hated to admit it, jealousy.

Breakfast wrapped up and the bells rang for first lesson, prompting everyone to slowly pack up and leave. Ominis quietly said goodbye, mostly to Mc, before using his wand to navigate next period’s classroom.

Before Mc could even register his goodbye Sebastian took her wrist, pulling her in a spin to face him. She blinked in surprise, suppressing another harsh blush from appearing as that charming smile she dreaded spread across his face. “I want to meet you later….in the undercroft” he growled in her ear, brushing her hair behind it as he rubbed her arm possessively. Mc bit down on her lip, knowing she shouldn’t be letting this happen again, determined to say no to him for once. Another visit to Sebastian wasn’t going to help her fix this love triangle… but that face made it bloody hard to refuse.

“Uhm… okay, but I can’t be long. I promised to spend time with…” she trailed off, realising he’d react. The dark haired slytherin raised an eyebrow, prompting her to finish. This boy could see through her lies like polished glass- there was no use. She sighed.

“Ominis”

Sebastian rolled his eyes in distaste but strangely didn’t say anything and let go of her.

“Undercroft.” He repeated, before disappearing to his class, leaving Mc stood there alone, having a good idea of what lay in store for her later…

A/N: Feedback is appreciated! I hope to make this a full length fic! Chapter 2 coming soon :) Stay tuned!

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis x reader #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #dark sebastian sallow

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rose-sophia-isabella-rogers · 4 months

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A Steel That Went Through Hottest Fire: Chapter IV - The Iron Enters the Soul

Chapter Summary: You travel to the Fold, to see your skiff setting off on its first journey. But something goes terribly wrong and it returns soon after with many dead and wounded. Not everyone is dead only thanks to a surprising revelation. Back in the Little Palace many things change.

Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader, Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky

Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Fedyor Kaminsky, Ivan, Zoya Nazyalensky, Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev, Marie, Nadia Zhabin

Word Count: 4137

A/N: This chapter contains plot and dialogues from episode one to four of season one. Inspired by prompt: https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089791935/

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It takes a small thing for you to finally figure it out. Suddenly, you know what exactly is needed for building a lighter and faster skiff, and you know how to make it. You even impress the King with your idea. Albeit, you're sure he has no idea what you're talking about when you introduce your idea to him and just pretends to understand that, since other smart people in the room are looking at each other in astonishment. Still, it's not that you care. You have his permission to build it.

The next days are filled with planning, sketching, work and a bit more work. You're sleeping schedule is pretty much not existing. You sleep just enough to rest, so you could continue working. Most of the times you're on Alkemi's potions that keep you focused, awake and full of energy (some Durasts even say you have now a bit too much energy).

Aleksander is, of course, worried by it and tries to talk some sense into you. But after he tries to drag you to sleep, you actually hiss at him like a very angry cat with a murderous look in your eyes. Kirigan is sure he hasn't backed out from anything as fast as this time. Or hasn't been that much scared of anyone.

The day comes, however, when the skiff is ready. You actually cry when you look at it in all its glory. Out of emotion, but mostly because you're just so glad it's finally finished and your work with it is over. Now all that remains is to take it for the first journey.

For some reason, you're not on the list of Grisha that are about to come across the Fold on the new skiff. True, Durasts don't cross it usually, but you assumed that since you're the one responsible for creating it, you'd go and supervise how it goes. Not that you're complaining. You are, however, to be present during its set off.

You arrive on the day the skiff launches. Together with Aleksander in his carriage. You jokingly ask him if he's going because he believes your new ultralight skiff is going to be a shining success or a spectacular failure. He looks you seriously in the eyes and answers he doesn't take into account the second option, because you're the one that supervised the creation of it. You blush, shut up and don't speak a word until the end of the journey.

Once you're there, Aleksander gets out of the carriage first and then helps you out. Immediately, you look at the Fold warily.

'It's your first time, isn't it?' Kirigan asks. 'Seeing it.'

'I wouldn't mind spend my life without seeing it,' you confess grimly. 'It's… massive. Much more than I've imagined. I'm really grateful I'm not the one who has to cross it.'

'Well, thanks to you, the one who do, will do it much faster now,' Aleksander says. You smile at him. You quickly stop, when a Grisha hurries to Kirigan and whispers something to him.

'The skiff launches in twenty minutes,' the Darkling says to you. 'Shall we find a good spot?'

'Might as well,' you agree. Aleksander gives some orders. Then, together you go and take your places in front of the Fold. You watch how everyone assigned for the trip get on the skiff. Soon, the gate is raised up and the sail lowered. Zoya summons the wind and the skiff moves. You're sure your heart stops for a moment when it happens.

'Don't worry,' Aleksander says, grabbing your hand. 'Everything is going to be perfectly alright. You made that skiff.'

'And that's why I'm so scared,' you admit. 'If something goes wrong… it will be my fault. Deaths of the people will be on me.'

'They're not going to die,' Kirigan says. You smile sadly.

'You can't know that,' you say, shaking your head. In silence, you watch how the skiff sails into the Fold and is swallowed by it. You exhale slowly.

'Now all we can do is wait,' Aleksander says. You nod and follow him into his tent.

You're not sure how much time has passed when it happens. But you're sure it's not much. You're standing in the entrance to Kirigan's tent, looking at the Fold. General has given up on trying to get you to stop and go back inside. Suddenly, a burst of light is seen in the Fold. You hear shouts of surprise. Your eyes open wide.

'General?' you call hesitantly. 'Either something is wrong with the new source of light David has made… or something strange is happening in the Fold…'

Aleksander comes to your side at once. He stiffens, baffled. He frowns. Together you watch how the light disappears.

'What is it?' you ask, afraid a bit.

'I don't know,' Kirigan answers. 'But I'm sure we're about to find out.'

You wait. After what seems like forever, the skiff returns, hurrying out of the Fold with a crash. It's destroyed in many places. The mission was a failure, but at least some have returned. Before Aleksander can stop you, you hurry to the skiff, to find out what happened, what went wrong. If something was wrong with the skiff… whether it was your fault…

You pass people rushing around your creation. Shouting orders, taking the wounded to the medical… taking out the dead… You hurry to the skiff. You almost crash into your friend.

'Zoya,' you say, relieved to see her alive. 'What happened?'

The Squaller grabs your arms tightly. You look at her with surprise.

'It was not your fault,' she says sternly. 'You hear me? Not your fault. Not the skiff's. It's not on you. Okay?'

'Okay,' you say quietly, nodding. You try to break free of Zoya's grip and see to the damages. But she just tightens her hold.

'Don't go yet,' she says. 'Let… Let them clean up a bit. You'd only be in their way.'

You look her in the eyes. She looks away. You know what she's trying to do. She doesn't want you to see more of the dead, more of the wounded. She doesn't want you to blame yourself for what happened to them.

'Zoya-' you start, your voice low.

'Anyway, you should go back to General's tent,' she interrupts you. You frown.

'Why is that?' you ask. Zoya glances behind her back.

'Because in a moment they're going to bring there someone who I believe is… the Sun Summoner,' she says hesitantly. You stare at her blankly. You blink and ask:

'I'm sorry… the who now?!'

You and Zoya reach Aleksander's tent before the (alleged) Sun Summoner. On your way there she tells you what happened and you're left speechless. You look at Kirigan, but as usual, his face is a mask void of emotion in public. So, you wait.

Finally, a young girl from the First Army is brought into the tent by two soldiers and a Healer in tow. You can see the fear in her eyes when they fall on the man in front of her, Aleksander, who's standing with his back to her by the table.

'Bring her closer,' he orders. The soldiers take the girl a few steps closer and let her go. They back away themselves. Kirigan turns around slowly and assesses her.

'Closer,' he says. She looks around, unsure, and takes one step forward.

'Well?' General asks, raising his eyebrows.

'Well, what?' the girl asks and hastily looks down. 'Sir.'

You smile slightly, already liking her. Zoya gently elbows your side and you quickly become serious.

'What are you?' Aleksander asks.

'Alina Starkov, Assistant Cartographer, Royal Corps of Surveyors,' the girls answers and you see something in her eyes. 'They're all gone. It's my fault. That's why I'm here, isn't it?'

'Answer the question,' Kirigan says, raising his hand, and leans on the desk. 'What are you?'

'A… mapmaker, sir,' Alina answers, confused. Some Grisha laugh. You clench your fist. Zoya discreetly takes your other hand and gives it a squeeze.

'Quiet,' Aleksander orders and the laughter stops. 'So who actually saw what happened? Zoya? You manned the main sail.'

'We were attacked barely two markers in,' Zoya, on whom all eyes are now, answers. 'Someone lit a lantern.'

'And?' Kirigan asks, looking at Alina, who's clearly feeling uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze.

'The Volcra went after the riflemen and our Inferni first,' Zoya goes on. 'And then there was a searing light.'

'It was her,' a soldier from the First Army says, pointing at Alina.

'Our mapmaker,' Aleksander says and tilts his head. 'Is this true? Can you… summon light?'

Alina shakes her head, scared and confused. Kirigan mimics her gesture.

'Where did you grow up?' he asks.

'Keramzin,' Alina answers.

'Hmm. And when were you tested?' Aleksander asks, but Alina doesn't answer. 'You… don't remember? Well, let us just… make certain.'

He stands up as he says it and walks to the map maker. He places his special ring on his thumb. You can see fear in Alina's eyes.

'Lift up your sleeve,' Kirigan says to her. He clouds the tent in his shadows.

'What's happening?' Alina asks, her eyes darting around.

'Your sleeve. Please,' Aleksander repeats. The cartographer lifts up her right sleeve slightly. Kirigan takes her hand and rolls it up higher. He cuts her arm… and a burst of light shots out of it and cuts through the tent. Everyone looks up at it. Alina stares at it in awe and shock.

You're stunned, too, of course. You look at Aleksander. He and the Sun Summoner (it's certain now) are looking at each other. Kirigan is smiling. She is afraid.

Aleksander lets go of her arm. She takes a few steps back, gasping.

'Take her to the Little Palace immediately,' Kirigan orders. And just like that, Alina is taken away. You stay for a moment longer inside the tent. When you get out, you see the Sun Summoner riding away in Aleksander's coach. An injured soldier is running after it, shouting her name. She's also shouting something at him from inside the coach. He doesn't reach her. You feel tears in your eyes.

Mama!

[Y/N]!

Mama!

No, please, what are you doing?!

MAMA!

'[Y/N]?' a voice pulls you out of your memories. You turn your head. Aleksander is looking at you with worry. Your look hardens. He takes a step back, surprised. You've never looked at him with such anger.

'What is it?' he asks.

'You didn't even let her say goodbye to her friends,' you say.

'She's in a great danger now, there's no time to lose,' Aleksander says. You scoff.

'I need to check on the skiff,' you say. Kirigan frowns and grabs your arm.

'[Y/N]-' he starts, but you harshly pull your arm away. You glare at him and march toward the skiff. You vent your frustration during repairing it. Some people want to help you, but quickly scatter away after seeing the murderous look in your eyes. You only look away from your work once, when you catch a glance of Aleksander riding after Alina. You scoff, still angry at him, and almost break a mast.

When you're done, on your way to the Grisha's tents you pass the First Army. You stop, noticing the man that was running after Alina. You stop and look at him. He's in a bad mood, same as you. You hesitate only a moment.

When he and his two friends notice you, they quickly stand up from their seats. You stop in front of him. You both eye each other warily. There are no warm feelings between the First and Second Armies.

'She didn't know,' you finally say. The man blinks.

'I'm sorry?' he asks.

'Miss Starkov,' you explain. 'She hasn't been hiding this from you. She was genuinely surprised during the testing. She didn't know.'

The man purses his lips. His friends exchange a look.

'She also didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to you,' you say. 'Or explaining this.'

Well, you're not sure about that. But judging how she was shouting and pounding on the coach when she saw her friend, you're pretty sure that's true.

'Thank you,' the man says after a moment, nodding. You nod back and turn to leave.

'What's your name?' the man calls after you. You stop and look behind your back.

'[Y/N] [L/N],' you answer yourself and glance at your kefta. 'A Durast.'

'Mal Oretsev,' the man introduces himself. 'A tracker.'

'Pleasure to meet you,' you say, smiling slightly. Mal opens his mouth to say something, but he stops seeing Zoya marching to you angrily.

'There you are!' she says, exasperated. 'I've just found out. Seriously? Have you really been repairing the skiff on your own the whole time?'

You glance nervously at the soldiers and see them staring at you with shock. You shrug at Zoya.

'Not my fault everyone has run off,' you answer and beam at her. 'But it's alright now. All fixed. It should be ready to go when they decide to try again.'

'One day my hair is going to turn white because of you,' Zoya says after a moment and grabs your arm. 'Come. You need sleep. And then you're going after General. No discussion. I'm setting off right now, but you need to rest.'

You do try to argue. No avail. Apparently Kirigan has left specific instructions before following the Sun Summoner. You are to be taken to the Little Palace as soon as the skiff doesn't require your presence to be fixed. But since it's already night, you're going the next day. Every Grisha agrees on that. No one wants to disobey General. Well, maybe you wouldn't mind, but you're clearly outnumbered on this one.

When you arrive at the Little Palace, everyone is already talking about the Sun Summoner. She's already been introduced to the King, showed him her power and has received her own kefta. She's also have had her ass kicked by Zoya. All of that you know from the rumours that travel fast in the walls. It's almost impossible to keep a secret here.

You see Alina again during supper. As usual, you arrive as one of the last. David is pleased to see you and asks you all sort of questions about the skiff and the catastrophe. And some about the Sun Summoner. The girl in question notices your arrival and looks at you with a frown, recognizing you from Kirigan's tent.

'That's [YN] [L/N],' Alina's new friend, Marie, an Inferni, says and rolls her eyes. 'General's favourite Durast.'

'Or pet, as some say,' Nadia, a Squaller and another of Alina's new friends, adds. 'No one really sees what he sees in her. But everyone knows it's better not to do something to her.'

'Why?' Alina asks, not taking her eyes off you.

'Or the punishment from General will be severe,' Marie answers. 'Honestly, all that fuss about her and she couldn't even make that ultralight skiff right.'

'There was nothing wrong with the skiff,' Alina quickly says. 'What happened… had nothing to do with the skiff.'

Marie and Nadia exchange a look but don't say anything. They finish their meal in peace and stand up to leave. At the door they almost collide with you.

'Miss Starkov,' you greet her. 'I'm glad to officially meet you. I'm [Y/N] [L/N], a Durast.'

'Pleasure,' Alina says. She's well aware of the little smirks of Nadia and Marie. You ignore them and focus on the Sun Summoner.

'I… I hope you won't think I was out of line,' you start slowly, causing Alina to frown. 'But I spoke with your friend. The one who… tried to talk to you before you left.'

Alina's eyes go wide. Nadia and Marie exchange a look.

'Is he alright?' the Sun Summoner asks. You nod.

'He's going to be fine,' you say. 'I… told him you didn't want to go before saying a proper goodbye to him. And that you didn't know. About being a Grisha.'

Alina blinks away the tears. She tries to calm down her breathing.

'What did he say?' she asks.

'He… thanked me for sharing this with him,' you answer. 'He couldn't say more, because our duties called.'

'I see,' Alina says and suddenly grabs your hand. 'Thank you. Truly.'

'Anytime, Miss Starkov,' you say and smile. 'And I mean it. The door to my room is always open for you.'

'Alina,' the Sun Summoner corrects you. You smile at her, glance at her friends who have a decency to look embarrassed, and turn to go. Only to collide with Fedyor chest.

'[Y/N],' he greets you. 'General wants to see you.'

And here goes your good mood. You force a polite smile.

'And I want the moon,' you say and walk away, leaving baffled Fedyor, Alina, Nadya and Marie. Yes, you're still angry. So, you go to the workshop to vent out your frustration on some poor piece of metal. Which maybe wasn't a good decision, since it's the first place anyone goes if they look for you. Including one certain General Kirigan.

'You know, I don't think I've known anyone who has the nerve to disobey me so barefacedly,' he says, walking to you casually.

'You must have spoiled me with your attention,' you murmur, not looking at him.

'Maybe I have,' Aleksander agrees.

'Then you can go away and not give me your attention,' you say, waving at him to go away. He raises his eyebrows. Then, he sighs.

'What have I done?' he asks, spreading his hands. 'Please, tell me.'

'I already told you,' you say, glaring at him.

'Is it about not letting Miss Starkov to say goodbye?' Aleksander asks. 'I told you already. She was in danger and could have been attacked at any moment. And she was. She almost died. She probably would have if we had waited a moment longer.'

'Do you know how she felt?' you ask, turning to face him abruptly. 'In one moment, she finds out she's a Grisha. All her world has crumbled around her. Usually, people go to someone they trust in such moments. And you… you pulled her away from them, not even letting her talk to them one last time. Do you know how she must have felt? Because I do.'

Tears shine in your eyes. Slowly, realisation downs on Aleksander. He looks at you, horrified.

'Saints, [Y/N]… I'm sorry,' he says and gulps. 'I forgot. I'm sorry.'

You blink your tears away and turn away from him. After a moment you feel him gently put his hands on your arms.

'I didn't mean to bring this memory up for you,' he says softly. 'I'm so, so sorry. Please, forgive me.'

'I know you didn't mean it,' you say a minute later and turn around with a sigh. 'I'm sorry. I overreacted.'

'No, don't be,' Aleksander says and hesitantly pulls you in for a hug. 'I know how much memories of your father upsets you. Especially the one about him taking you away from your mother.'

You let him comfort you for a moment longer. Then, you pull away.

'I missed our tea,' you say. Kirigan smiles.

'That's nothing you can't make up for,' he says and takes your hand in his. You smile back and let him take you to his chambers. All is good again between you two.

Alina takes you on your word and often comes to you for advice. At first, you're baffled by her interest in you. You quickly suspect she has some ulterior motives and plans to use you for something. After all, everyone else does. But you realise that with understanding how she felt and talking to her friend, you gained her eternal friendship. You're still not sure whether it's a good thing.

At the beginning, you're happy that she wants to be your friend and seeks you out. She even comes to you after one particular training with Baghra. You listen to her and nod understandingly.

'Honestly, is she such a nightmare to everyone?' she groans at one point.

'I've heard she is,' you confirm. Alina looks at you with suspicion.

'You've heard?' she repeats. 'She wasn't a nightmare to you?'

'No, for some reason my lessons with her weren't as terrible as everyone around me were talking they were,' you answer, tapping your finger on your chin in wonder. 'Maybe I got her respect after I almost killed her with my powers.'

'You did what?!' Alina asks, astonished. You don't answer her and hurry away. She chases you, demanding to hear the story. She doesn't, but you're both seen later laughing hysterically.

The days when the Sun Summoner's presence is a blessing to you come to an end at some point. You think it happens when she finally finds what was blocking her and her training with Baghra finally has some effects.

It starts when you come for your daily tea with Aleksander one day. You're surprised he's not in his chambers. You do find Fedyor there however.

'Oh, [Y/N],' he says, surprised, but quickly understand. 'You're here for your tea with General? I'm sorry to tell you he's left.'

'It's alright,' you say and head toward the table. 'I can wait.'

'He…' Fedyor stops you, clearly uncomfortable. 'He's just left. For a ride with Alina.'

You're still for a moment. You force a smile at the Heartrender.

'Thank you for telling me,' you say and head for the door. 'If you see him when he comes back, tell him I'm in the workshop.'

Aleksander doesn't come to the workshop. You don't even know when he's returned. You go to your bed with a troubled mind that night.

Sadly, it happens again. And again. And again. You can't tell how many times you've come to your daily tea not to find Kirigan there and hear he's somewhere with Alina. At some point… you simply stop coming to his chambers. He doesn't speak about it when he sees you. Your heart clenches in pain.

One day, you get out of workshop to get some fresh air. You stop dead in your tracks, seeing Aleksander walking with Alina. They're coming from the direction of Baghra's hut. And they're both smiling. Your stomach turns.

'[Y/N]?' Ivan asks with a frown, stopping by your side. You've been standing still for a few minutes now, staring at the pair with a blank face. He already considers shouting for General, thinking you're about to faint or something.

'Are you alright?' the Heartrender asks. You're silent for a moment. You watch how Alina says something and Aleksander laughs. She grins. And you mourn.

'You never know how much you love someone, until you watch them love someone else,' you say quietly. Ivan looks at you with wide eyes.

'You…?' he asks, astonished. You turn to him with a sad smile.

'Wasn't it obvious?' you ask. Ivan looks softens (which everyone believes is not possible).

'You've hid it very well,' he says quietly.

'I'm glad,' you say. Ivan hesitates.

'[Y/N]-' he starts.

'I'm not the first girl to be foolish enough to fall for General,' you interrupt him. 'And I certainly won't be the last.'

Ivan has no idea what to say. He's not the one people look for to seek comfort. Fedyor is better at that. Actually, anyone is better at that than him. He can pat you on your arm but he doubts it's going to be much help. Should he hug you? Oh, Saints, he hopes not. He'd be so awkward at this.

'I'll be fine,' you say and force a smile, knowing your friend is worried. 'I already know how to deal with a broken heart.'

You turn and start to walk away. You don't want to meet Alina and Aleksander. Not together. Not while they're laughing and giggling like teenagers in love. You love them both and don't want to hurt them with harsh words your jealous heart would surely cause you to spit out. Ivan stops you by grabbing your arm.

'Will you distance yourself from him?' he asks, knowing very well how much Kirigan needs your company. You close your eyes.

'As if I ever would manage to do that,' you say. Ivan lets you go. You hurry away and back to the Little Palace, blinking away the tears.

Your torture continues. Alina grows stronger. Aleksander spends less and less time with you. You throw yourself at work to ignore the pain in your heart. But it hardly helps. Because while you're used to people breaking your heart, it feels different with Kirigan. He actually saw you and understood you. And now he chose someone else. Once again, you're left with metals and other substances. Alone.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could.

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52696933/chapters/133684612

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