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coveted-covey · 6 months

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You really don’t know when it started.

He’s always been the same, and you’ve always been the same, except that you can’t help but feel that something changed lately.

You stare at your childhood friend of 10 years. Cove’s eyes are crinkled, waving his hands animatedly as he tells a story about his volunteer shift just earlier this afternoon.

“And then the team leader fell on his butt the exact moment the wave came in!” He slaps his knee in glee, laughing out loud as he relives the funny moment. You couldn’t help but share his mirth, laughing along. “We were all stifling our laughter, I swear–”

Cove’s iconic eyebrows were downturned as he heaved in laughter. This could easily be one of the best sceneries you’ve ever been blessed to witness, you caught yourself thinking.

His laughter slowly dies down into softer chuckles, then he fixes his gaze onto you. “Why are you staring so much? Is there something on my face?”

“H-whu?” You broke out of your daydreaming, eyes immediately flicking onto the ocean. You feel your cheeks and ears burn in embarrassment. “No, no. Don’t worry about it!” You waved your hands dismissively, hoping that he does not grill you about getting caught staring at him.

You could still feel his eyes burning into you, and you desperately hope that the ground opens up right at that moment to swallow you and shame whole.

“Um, hey! D-do you wanna start walking home now?” You stammer, looking anywhere but him. You stood up from the swing you were sitting on, immediately taking steps away from the playground before Cove even gets a word in.

Long strides turn into heavy jogs behind you and you try to keep a straight face as you walk-run from the scene of unbearable shame. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks once he catches up, which did not take too long considering his skyscraper height.

You try not to gulp a huge lungfuls of air in succession. “Yep, I am!” You hold the air you inhaled, not able to breathe it out right away. You walk side by side with you stuck in that reverie, and you could feel his gaze every now and then, concern etching onto his features.

You were trying to steady your breathing when your lungs and diaphragm finally gave out, making you hiccup. The seagreen-haired boy beside you flinched. “Seriously, [Name]. What’s going on–” He reached out to grab your arm, wavy eyebrows furrowed.

You feel your eyes burning in mortification. Good God…

As much as you could, you try to swallow air and relax your diaphragm. “I’m alright, really–” Another hiccup. “Darn it!”

You glare at the ground, arms rigid at your sides. This is literally the worst moment to do this.

“I…”

Your best friend waits for you patiently, trying to calm you down by rubbing your arms gently. After a few beats of you not continuing, he sighs softly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Tears finally well up and fall to your feet.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you whisper in the smallest voice he’s ever heard you in.

You almost sob when he slowly retracts his hands from you, falling at his sides. You scowl at the ground some more, self-hatred boiling the longer he does not respond. That’s it. Ten years, ruined. Just like that. Stupid, stupid [Name]!

Your hiccup breaks him out of his own pondering. “[Name]...”

“I’m so sorry…” you whimper, shoulders starting to shake in hurt and humiliation. You bring your hands to your face, attempting to wipe away the tears that keep on flowing.

Cove frowns and steps closer to you. He wordlessly holds you in his arms, letting you stain his shirt with your tears. Despite the shame, you let yourself grasp onto him, pouring your heart out in sobs and hiccups as Cove rubs his hand on your back.

He breathes out a sigh then whispers softly, “Why are you upset that you confessed to me?”

“Because!” you start, whining. “I ruined our friendship! And despite me doing that I’m still shameless enough to let you comfort me!”

Cove’s chuckle shakes you both. “You silly goose.” His arms tighten around you and you feel a soft pressure on your temple. “Would it ruin our friendship if I feel the same way?” He laughs again. “Ah, I guess it checks out. Because the obvious progression from friendship is–”

“Hang on,” you pull away a bit, arms still around his waist. “You…” Another hiccup. “You feel the same way?”

The face you always love to look at blooms red, his lips wobbly. “Well… Yeah…” He scratches his neck bashfully. “I’ve always meant to tell you but you beat me into it. And what’s more, you were so upset that you made the confession. What would a guy think?”

A laugh startles out of you. “Oh my God. All these tears, and for what?” You laugh at the silly situation you found yourselves in. “Does this mean we’re dating?” You lean your forehead onto his chest.

“Only if you want to,” came the reply, hints of a smirk obvious in his voice

“Okay, then. Since you asked so nicely,” you teased, looking up at him.

He laughs at your banter, then uses his thumbs to gently wipe away your tears. “Will you let us graduate from being childhood best friends and finally be boyfriend-girlfriend, ending my once-thought-to-be one-sided pining of 10 years?”

You slap his chest lightly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You share a laugh, letting go of each other’s hug, but your hands automatically reaching for each other as you walk up the hill.

~*~

“Guess what?” Liz bursts into your room after 2 knocks on your door.

“Hmm?” You look up from your phone.

“Mom, Ma, and I saw something very rom-comy just a few minutes before you got home. Unlucky you didn’t see it! Best rom-com of the year, not gonna lie!”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, there was this teenage couple, probably childhood friends, who were crying and holding each other on the street. It was almost sweet if it wasn’t so cringe, granted that I know the two of them–” she teased.

“Oh my God, Liz?!”

Your older sister just cackles and slams your door close as you try to throw a pillow at her.

fic by @coveted-covey (2023).

#divider by @cafekitsune #cove holden x reader #cove holden fluff #cove holden x reader fluff #cove holden x you #this is my first fic on this site oml #i'm gonna cry. i got possessed by something after replaying Step 4 #or well... the save file started from when MC texted him to come over lolol. and then i just finished the game from there...#cove holden the man that you are #why aren't you real #god help me idk how to format web Tumblr #not beta read 🧎‍♀️

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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Let it be known that I love writing fluff, and I listen to character audios sometimes. SO! I came up with a cute idea for sagau imposter au. I heard somewhere that Xiao's adeptus form is a bird, so I wonder, what kind of bird? And that got me thinking. Xiao being a little song bird, or perhaps even a cardinal.

Now imagine: while looking for the imposter, Xiao stumbles upon them sitting beneath a tree, just feeding some birds. Said birds are absolutely loving the attention since the creator of Teyvat is giving them food and love!

Xiao watches, rather curious. The creator he knows hates birds, because they always dive and cause problems for them. But now... these little birds have completely abandoned any fear they may hold for human beings, happily landing on the hands and shoulders of this supposed imposter.

So he decides to test something.

Xiao turns into a small bird and approaches cautiously. In his smaller form, he's vulnerable to attack. But the person before him doesn't try to hurt him. Rather, they smile and call him "little friend" as they offer food to him. In his distrust, he bites them with his sharp beak.

His heart shatters when he sees divine blood spilling from the wound.

He's about to fly away, get as far away from here as he can. He found the true creator, and instead of worshipping them, he bit them! He caused them to bleed, he shouldn't even be near them-!

His mind stills when they pet his feathered head.

They murmur kind words to him, apologizing to him. They believed that they had startled him, that he bit to protect himself. They forgave him, they felt no hatred towards him, no anger or disappointment. Instead, they offered some chopped almonds, hoping he'd prefer that over bird seed.

He sang for them as he perched on their shoulder.

After that, he did his best to secretly protect the creator he'd harmed. He would adopt his smaller form and sing for them when they felt sad, and he'd use his human form to guard them from a distance. Yes, it made his chest ache whenever they looked at him with fear when they saw his more human form, but the yaksha only shook it off. It only made sense that you'd be scared. He was a frightening person, one that had tried to harm you before. He refused to try and change your feelings towards him. He didn't have the right.

He would be content to sing for you as a harmless bird.

-sibling anon (sorry if this is out of character for him I just like the idea)

oh….. he’s so soft…..

xiao hovering near the edge of the crowd, at first, drawing your attention since he doesn’t seem to be eating any of the seed you’d passed out.

when he finally hops within arms reach, you reach to nudge some of the food next to him closer, only to quickly whip your hand back. the birds around (on) you all flutter at the sudden movement, but you inspect your finger, the blue blood of teyvat welling up. your instinct is to stick it in your mouth, but that doesn’t seem safe considering a bird bit it, so you dab at it with a napkin.

the bird cries and flaps his wings, distraught, and your heart hurts. poor guy, you probably scared him, moving so quickly.

you pull out some chopped almonds from your pocket. the plan was to have them as a snack, but now… you put a few in your palm and close your hand around it, reaching forward to gently run two fingers over the birds back.

the other birds in the area seemed receptive to that, and this one does too, calming down considerably.

you take your hand back, opening your palm to drop the almonds on the floor, nudging them close before backing off.

“there you go,” you murmur, as the bird dips down to inspect the food. “i won’t hurt you.”

you allow yourself a silent cheer when it eats one of the almond pieces.

you see the small bird fluttering around you often, always on the edge of your vision. it’s easy to identify, the purple patch of feathers on its forehead easily standing out, and you’re always certain to push some food over to it. almonds, not birdseed.

the bird is a dark blue-teal, the underside of its wings a softer blue. it’s like no other bird you’ve seen in liyue, something that quickly catches your attention.

you brush some dirt off you as you stand, noting the way the bird immediately looks up from its food, unlike the others, to flap up into the tree you were sitting under.

you crack a smile, carefully reaching a finger for it. you’re slower this time, cautious of its skittish nature, but it lets you approach. when you carefully pet over its head, the birds eyes close.

your smile grows, and you try not to laugh at how confused the bird seems when you pull your hand away.

“i have to go,” you explain. “the millelith… they’re getting too close again. i won’t be able to see you again, little friend.”

the bird chirps, nearly indignant, and you do laugh this time. putting a small piece of almond on the branch in front of it, you wave goodbye to the other birds, seeing the blue one hadn’t touched the almond.

you frown. hopefully it’ll be alright….

xiao watches you until you’re out of sight, and even then, he stays on the branch.

you…. he’d forgotten you were being hunted by the millelith. he’d forgotten the order to look out for you. he’d forgotten the qixing called you a criminal.

who could blame him? it was easy to forget everything at your side, when you carefully ran your fingers over his feathers, scratching at his jaw with the edge of your nail. yes, he was vulnerable as a bird, but it was easy to be vulnerable with you. it was easy to be open, to sing as best he could in this form, to allow himself close enough to see the way your eyes lit up whenever another bird landed on your outstretched finger.

xiao dropped to the ground, morphing back into his human form. predictably, the birds cawed and flew away quickly. he watched them go, his mind contrasting it with how readily they flocked to you.

you…

he turned to the branch he was on, to the small almond piece left behind. the small symbol of your care, of how you recognized that he didn’t touch the birdseed and instead offered him your own food to eat. normally he wouldn’t lower himself to eating off the ground at all, let along bird food, but almonds weren’t awful and you seemed so happy when he ate..

xiao looked back to where you’d gone, to the sandbearer trees swaying in a soft wind.

he allowed his form to fall away and spread his wings, taking flight on the same breeze that urged you along.

perhaps he’d forget his orders for a little while longer, if it meant he could spend that time with you.

perhaps he’d forget his orders for a little longer, if it meant he’d get to spend that time with you.

#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [secrets]#sibling anon #bird!xiao shenanigans #btw he’s pretty in character #you can add a dash of a ‘mysterious calm in the air’ if you wanna be certain but he’s oretty pretty good as is #also! let it be known that i too like fluff!!#< been meaning to write a piece based on hugs ppl would give for a while now #dilucs near the top of the list which is kinda funny considering the shit i’m (hopefully) gonna pot tonight #post* whoop #post-valentines day sadness #this got WAY too long #forgive the old format i wasn’t gonna try n find more photos of liyue than i already have #writing this was hell. thanks tumblr. i really appreciate you glitching out my drafts.#i’m trying to save my writer energy to wrap up dilucs piece COME ON I DONT NEED THIS #had to write this on the website version of tumblr ugh. dislike.#anyway debating adding this to the masterlist bc it’s… so nice…#the vibes….. immaculate….#TUMBLR DELETED HALF MY FUCKING WRITING WHEN IT HIT POST WHAT THE FUCK #THIS IS WHY I WRITE ELSEWHERE THEN COPY PASTE TO THIS HELL #FUCK. IT WAS SO GOOD. WHY.#the last half of xiao’s part at the end is the bad shittier version of what i had written originally #i am bitter. but i guess i’ll have to die mad abt it.#ugh.#it cut off the last paragraph AGAIN WHY #hate. >:(#also mushroom anon send help one of my mutuals is doing a letter event in celebration of his 1k what do i do #ok it’s his 800 celebration but STILL HELP #whatever fuck it i’m done trying to get this to work #fuck it we ball

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silversyn115 · 2 months

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Unicorn hoodie!!

Leo thought it'd make a good birthday present.

Felony has... mixed feelings about it.

She's trying her best. Kinda.

(I'm not sure she knows what a unicorn even is to be entirely honest lol)

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taravangians-storming-balls · 2 months

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I dont have nearly as many unique stormlight thoughts like I used to, these days my brain is just two dogs with kaladin and moash written on the collars chasing each other in circles

#i think about stormlight daily and constantly but just not in a way that makes good tumblr posts lmao #ive been doing way more writing as of late though #moadolin fic is coming along fine and i have a fluff kalmoash fic that just needs the smut scene written and then its done #also been doing lots of fun stormlight oc stuff with friends #there is no point to me saying all this just pondering how the fixation hasnt died down in the slightest its just shifted #my-storming-posts

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nightcrawlersimpblog · 2 months

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I JUST KNOW THAT THIS WILL BRING MORE FAN CONTENT! BRING FORTH THE FAN ART AND THE FAN FICTION!

#nightcrawler #kurt wagner #marvel #xmen #x-men #trailer #DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SMUT #I'LL WRITE IT MYSELF IF I NEED TO #and some fluff bc he deserves daisy flower crowns and kisses #BUT ALSO SMUT #and hopefully more cosplayers????#give my husband some love!?#I just have my arms open for all the content that will come with this #if he does something terrible i will become a Kurt apologist #he may bring out the best in me but i know this is the Internet and i will be toxic if need be #but this is also Tumblr and everyone is p chill here

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primalmagic · 15 days

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waking up to the start of the end of the world (but it's feeling just like every other morning before)

some days, the nightmares just never go away.

OR that one future benlor fluff fic because hurt/comfort is the best type of fic ever <3 (oh and they cuddle i think)

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It’s been a few hours since the rest of them had fallen asleep, but Taylor just… can’t.

It’s not that she isn’t tired, but sleeping is a bit of a chore nowadays, and she’s trying to delay it as much as possible

Funny enough, she’s the only one so far who hasn’t been plagued by nightmares- until now. She remembers the days after the incident, how everyone seemed so hollow and lost and scared. She couldn’t afford to be scared then, because she needed to be there for her friends. She had to.

But now, it was different. Because they were safe and everything was… alright. They were alright.

But allowing herself to be scared felt like betraying everyone else. And god, was that conflicting.

Taylor remembers when Ashlyn broke down, only a while after they had met, explaining how she felt the burden of keeping them safe and being their leader.

She gets that, she supposes.

In a different way, but she gets it. She wasn’t going to let herself break again, not like after Tyler almost died and she was on the verge of going insane. She needed to be there, like how her brother was always there for her.

She hears Aiden snore next to her, and smiles softly. Out of everyone, his nightmares had lasted the longest, and they still happened regularly.

Everyone else got them- but not as often, and not as much as they used to.

Why did she know that?

Because she stayed awake, every single night, in fear of those nightmares.

She’s had one before- and she sure as fuck doesn’t want to have another one.

She remembers a phantom, grabbing Tyler and pulling him back out the car door. It throws him onto a tree and watches him bleed out gleefully. She remembers how she couldn’t move, how she was right there, but she couldn’t do anything.

She knows that’s not what happens, too. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t terrifying, that she hadn’t woken up in tears, shivering even though it was a 80-degree summer night.

Taylor also knows that nobody will admit it, but a part of the reason they had so many sleepovers was because it decreased the chance of nightmares. Because they weren’t alone, or afraid, and they felt safer.

She agrees.

She pulls herself out of her sleeping bag as quietly as possible, and stands up, surveying the others.

They’re all fast asleep, or so it seems. Alright, she thinks, I’ll take a walk. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep when I come back.

She tiptoes out of the room, and once she’s far enough, she starts to walk normally.

She’s about to open the front door when she feels a tap on her shoulder.

Fear plummets through her chest as her eyes widen, adrenaline surging through her veins. She twirls back and subsequently punches the figure immediately, her fist meeting soft flesh for a second before she processes it.

“Ben?” She looks at him in shock, “Oh my god, I thought you were a phantom. Oh my god, are you alright?”

Ben holds out a shaky thumbs up, which she doesn’t really accept as an answer. “Damn it, I’ll get you an ice pack, alright? Wait here.”

Ben raises his eyebrows, as if to say- Right, like I could go anywhere.

She runs back into the room a few seconds later, with a small bag of ice and a bandaid.

Ben isn’t injured or anything, just a small visible scratch on his temple, but she feels a wave of guilt hit her in the face.

“I’m so sorry,” she mutters, leaning down to press the bag of ice onto his forehead, “I swear I didn’t mean to.”

He leans over to grab her free hand, and squeezes it, trying to calm her down.

It has an incredibly opposite effect.

You okay? He taps in broken Morse code. Taylor had been teaching him bits and pieces of it as a communication method, and it had proved helpful too many times to count. The only problem was that she and Tyler were the only ones fluent in it, as their dad had taught it to them when they were little. But hey, one step at a time, right?

“I should be asking you that,” She raises her eyebrows, her hands too occupied to tap back, “You know, because I kind of, maybe, slightly, punched you?”

Just slightly? Ben taps, smirking slightly.

She blushes, “I said I’m sorry!”

I know. I’m sorry too.

“What the hell are you sorry for?” She scoffs affectionately.

For interrupting you. U wanted to go somewhere?

Just a walk, she taps, putting the melted ice bag down. I thought you were all asleep.

I was. I heard you leave and woke up.

“Oh,” she flushes in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Stop saying sorry, he smiles, tapping it out decisively, It’s ok.

She laughs weakly, particularly exhausted. She hopes Ben isn’t able to see it, but of course he does.

You don’t look too good. R u sure u are ok?

Damn him and his perceptiveness.

“Just nightmares,” she waves it off dismissively, “Nothing important.”

That’s important. They suck. Anything I can do to help?

She shakes her head, “You’re a sweetheart, Ben, but it’s alright. You should go back to sleep anyway, I don’t want to keep you up.”

Nope.

“Sorry?” She frowns, about to get up.

I’m not going anywhere.

He rests his arm on his knee and turns to look at Taylor completely, which causes her heart to stutter.

God, this “not-crush” situation had to stop. Her very unhelpful crush on Ben was unnecessary and stupid, so she’d convinced herself it wasn’t actually a crush. He was just really nice and respectful and sweet, alright? She just thought he was cool- that was all. It had been going on for months now, and every time she was about to get over it, he had to do something like this, which made her squeal inside like a middle school girl.

She was also weak, so she could do nothing but stutter out an “Oh-”

Fix yourself, Taylor, She mentally chides herself, forcing her body to cooperate and maintain a neutral expression.

Have you had nightmares before?

She hesitates, unsure of how much information she’s willing to give him. But then again… this was Ben. He was safe, and he’d never used anything she’d said against her before.

He’s still sitting on the floor, lying on the back of the couch. She sits down next to him, keeping in mind the small distance between them.

“I used to,” she admits. “When my dad died.”

—

They talk for a while, and Taylor doesn’t even realize it until a light ray of sunshine peeks out from behind the maroon curtains.

She yawns, sluggishly tapping back, I’d much rather never sleep than relive that stuff.

Ben nods and leans closer (she’s acutely aware of this), brushing the bangs out of her face. You’re tired.

It’s not a question, but it doesn’t need to be. She’s too exhausted to think. “Mh hm.”

He shakes his head, How many days have you stayed up, Tay? You need to sleep.

“No,” she frowns, pulling her knees to her chest, “I’m good, thank you.”

He sighs, typing slowly and steadily, What did you do before… when your dad died?”

She smiles bitterly, “I’d go to my mom, and I’d sleep with her. But she’d always be out really late, and I began to see Tyler as my guardian more and more. I didn’t really understand anything, back then. I just knew he was safe and he took care of me. So I’d go to him, most of the time. I don’t want to bother him anymore though, he’s done way too much for me.”

He seems to ponder that for a while, before nodding, I get it.

She feels like her heart might burst out of her chest. This? This was what she needed. He didn’t try to change her mind or deny it, he just… got it. She squeezes his hand, which looks to be tapping random erratic beats, and not words anymore.

It catches him by surprise, but he squeezes back. His other hand brushes through his hair, and he suddenly seems almost bashful.

If you want… He pauses, his hands freezing in mid-air.

What? She taps curiously.

You could… Another pause, just sleep here, with me?

Taylor turns a hot scarlet, practically yanking her hand away from Ben’s.

Shit, sorry, that was a bad idea. I didn’t mean to make anything awkward, I swear. I just want to help.

“No, no!” She replies, “No, it’s okay. It just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

You don’t have to pretend, Taylor, you’re allowed to dislike or disagree with something.

She replays his words in his head for a few seconds, hesitatingly continuing, “I’m not pretending. Um, I think I’d like that, maybe.”

Maybe?

She blushes again, as if she wasn’t already practically a tomato, “Aren’t you tired?”

Not really, She smiles, and then uses both arms to bring Taylor closer, who squeaks indiginantly. Just go to sleep, Taylor.

She leans his head on his shoulder and closes her eyes, immediately sinking into the lull of her exhaustion. “Thanks Ben,” she mutters softly, unsure if the boy can even hear her.

He twirls a lock of her hair, pausing when Taylor shifts. Then, carefully, he wraps his arm around her and taps softly on her shoulder, Is this okay?

“Mhm.”

He continues playing with her hair until she’s fast asleep, and the only sound in the house is coming from the whir of the fan above.

Taylor’s still asleep when Ben picks her up and sets her on the couch, draping a small cotton blanket over her. She’s still asleep when he sits down on the chair and falls asleep soon after, because he was in fact, quite tired. She’s still asleep when the nightmare starts, and her mind replays the most traumatic moments of her life.

She’s not asleep when Ben hugs her, whispering promises and affirmations in her ear as she wakes up sobbing.

The nightmares don’t just go away.

But, god, they’re so much easier to deal with when you have someone else with you.

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extracurious · 6 days

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Alright ,

here is the final part of the comic. 😊

THOSE UNSPOKEN WORDS AND THE LINGERING THOUGHTS...

Chapter 4:And what was left of time...

"Paying attention" had now became out of syllabus for him cause thinking about her was one of her comforting subject which he didn't want to miss.

It felt suffocating... kind of alienated... as if sustenance became a new predicament among the top scorers of Vision Academy which he already realised from the submission of the earlier assignments. So somehow managing to complete all the classes, he quickly left the place .

He had his hands in his pockets and his head down,as he walked towards his dorm room without slackening his pace,which gave him a deceptively tired appearance.

On reaching his destination, he gently pulled the door shut behind himself.

Taking off the blazer and laying it out across the chair,he pondered over the situation and began chiding himself for the mess he was in. After all, he didn't want to disappoint his caring parents with his deteriorating grades.

Yes he should be working on it instead of screwing up everything!

He took a deep breath,to calm his nerves..

Miles leaned back in his chair, drinking the the water while staring at the ceiling.

As usual, his heart pounded excitedly and his imagination soared.He wished he could squeeze all the freedom out of his strenuous time;exploring,wandering afar and getting lost in relativity of time and finally succeeding in finding the special universe he wanted to visit the most. But he constantly reminded himself that it was just one of his forbidden fantasies and should stop dreaming about it day and night.

When an opportunity for friendship did present itself, as it had one of the previous days, he recoiled away, preferring his own company and of course his loyal roomate,Ganke. Definitely keeping the identity secret was a tough job for him.

He had a certain innocence which was not likely to leave him. He didn't want to burn out like the sun at the end of the day, he wished to break way. Just being authentic and raw. Simple.

He got inspired from the spider gang to pursue his spiderman life and eventually became the inspiration for someone dear to him unknowingly.

Sometimes he would lay awake, eyes wide open, brimming with tears, he didn't know if the tears were for himself or for her...

He assumed that she looked touched by his friendly support and that was the reason why she talked to him but part of him felt she did to make him feel better? Of course all these assumptions and theories were due to her not explaining the actions towards him.

On other hand he knew what he was doing.

It was not just merely a gesture of empathy, more like overwhelmed with want to know her fully as a person behind that mask.

Snapping himself from the fantasy, he tried to wake up and face the reality, to make his mind accept the truth!

But could he deny what his gut would say? Maybe it would take time but not yet...

The city needed him and he would push himself too hard,to figure out how to balance, cause one thing he was sure which reminded him of his uncle ,that he had to keep going..... being brave and selfless....adapting himself to changing circumstances just like a true hero, thereby taking the people's safety and his fate in his own hands. Atleast that much he could do as a proud son of his mom and dad ... just not to shatter their high hopes for him , cause he only desired to embrace what he had got and gather the courage to move on in life.

-extracurious

#across the spiderverse #spiderman #miles morales #gwiles #into the spider verse #ghostflower #gwen stacy #spiderman atsv #spiderman art #my artwork #marvel #comic #artists on tumblr #art #fluff #fanart #spiderverse art #spiderverse #amidst college stuffs I decided to finish this comic(them being the heart and soul of the movie) until BTSV comes out.

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june-again · 10 months

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CHILUMI: # a chasmic mistake.

CHAPTER III: protection.

chapter summary. in which Lumine tries not to think about some very specific things. in which Lumine and Childe are faced with darkness, but still take their opportunities to quip.

wc. 2.8k. genre. enemies to lovers, action/adventure.

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Childe and Lumine eventually found the ravine floor to start slanting further downwards, and with no other option, they continued to trudge along. The ravine floor wasn’t exactly a path like before and it made each step a risk for tripping, or even falling into an unseen hole. She tried not to think about it too hard.

Lumine found herself adjusting to holding onto him shamefully well. She would not think about how much thicker and more muscular his arm was than expected. She would not think about how he smelled—a scent best described by the howling wind over a lake at dusk—or how her occasional glances at his face offered her more comfort than revulsion. But there was no way for her to stop thinking about the warmth of his clothed arm against her own bare one, like a furnace in the dead of winter casting heat, uncontained by the wilderness around them.

Though it was unspoken, it seemed that neither of them wanted to be the one to suggest they rested; they were both exhausted, but they were both even more proud. Even as damaged as the foundation of Lumine’s pride was by her current physical contact with No. 11 of the Fatui Harbingers, she would not allow it to crumble just yet.

Eventually, Childe began to talk. Though his breathing was still ragged and his voice somewhat hoarse, Lumine got the idea that he wanted to pass the time.

He told stories of Schneznaya and of his family. Lumine had only ever met Teucer, but after a few minutes of his fond rambling, she felt like she’d met them all. It had always been hard for Lumine to think about what his family must be like; did they hate what he did? Or did they honour it? Was he a hero to them? Did his family really think the Tsaritsa and the Harbingers were doing the right thing?

She asked him these questions, and he answered them. His answers were not entirely satisfying, but they were… interesting. In some ways, she could not help but think of Aether as he spoke of them. Any of her doubts of his capacity to have familiar love as he described the letters he sent home and anticipated responses to.

She recalled, when his younger brother appeared in Liyue, Teucer saying he recognized her based off of Childe’s descriptions of her in his letters.

“How much have you told them about me?” she asked.

“Oh, well. Only a bit. I’ve described what you look like and what you do. And what a welcome inconvenience you’ve been, of course.”

“That doesn’t sound like ‘only a bit.’”

“And what would? What dry details was I supposed to mention instead?”

“I might have expected you to mention my name once or twice. Maybe Paimon, too. But not a full description of my appearance. That’s already a lot. Did you also tell them about the duel in the Golden House?”

“Mhm. It was an exciting occasion. Made for a great story.”

“Bet you made me sound like the villain.” She scowled. “Did you at least say anything interesting about me? Other than the fact that I kicked your ass?”

He chuckled a bit hoarsely. “Not really.”

Lumine also recalled Teucer saying that Childe had written that he’d wanted to join Lumine on her travels if he got the chance. She could not bring herself to ask him about this, having a feeling he’d deny it.

She wasn’t sure why he’d deny it, but she was sure that it offended her somehow.

“You have family too, right, comrade?”

Lumine paused. “It’s complicated.”

“Ah. Quarrels?”

Lumine pursed her lips. She was hesitant to tell him anything truly personal, and with Paimon not here to speak on her account, she realized she could keep the truth to herself. He would have less to use against her.

A voice at the back of her mind told her that he wasn’t the type of person to use such personal things against her. He may be Fatui, but he wasn’t a total jerk. Jerk or not, though, the less the Fatui knew about her the better she decided. “Yeah. Quarrels.”

“If I may ask, what caused them?”

Lumine sucked air through her teeth, her chest feeling heavy. “Oh, you know… we spent every second together for quite some time… We travelled together, so…” So much for keeping details to herself. She found that she couldn’t get more words out. She was rather out of breath from all the walking and the added pain to her chest wasn’t doing her any favors.

“It must be hard to talk about.”

Lumine did not reply.

“I’ve had some issues with my own family. Namely, with my father, though I don’t hold it against—” Childe cut himself off to turn his face into his other arm, coughing. He groaned. “Against him,” he finished after some effort.

“You sound like you’re recovering well,” Lumine said.

Childe sighed at her sarcasm. “I think I may need to rest, unfortunately. The Foul Legacy Transformation does a number, but any more walking might seal the deal. You…” He paused to catch his breath. “You wouldn’t want that, now, would you?”

The two stopped walking and, to Lumine’s disgraceful disappointment, unlinked arms. Tartaglia took to the ravine floor sitting against the stone wall with another round of groaning and coughing. Lumine wandered a bit further down the ravine towards a purplish glow she had not noticed before. She noticed that, without the Harbinger’s physical contact, she was rather cold. Quite cold, in fact; it must be becoming colder the further down the Chasm they travelled.

“I think I see something ahead,” she said, becoming more sure of the dim light.

“Don’t go too far, girlie,” came Childe’s voice, which she ignored.

After a few more steps, the ravine took a slight corner. The sight as she turned it was baffling.

The ravine opened up into a large area—at first glance, Lumine thought it was the overworld. But from the sky of stone hung an upside down city of dark, corrupted ruin of towers. Below them was a sea of black mud and violet decay. Lumine found herself lost in the immense view, as fire to her eyes after so long in the dark.

She finally stirred herself, walking back. It had only been a few paces, but the darkness was again blinding and she held her hands out in front of her.

“Um… Childe?” She was unable to eliminate the quiver from her voice. “I can’t see where you are.”

“Right here, comrade.” His voice came from only a few feet away, and she faced its presumed source. “I thought you might not come back, haha…”

A pang of guilt seared through her chest. He was incredibly weakened right now, and she was wandering off into the dark with no regard for either of their safety. She felt her hands touch the ravine wall, her eyes slowly adjusting to what faded shapes they could distinguish in the darkness. Already—yes, already, she was starting to acclimatize to it. It may never be a home to her as it seemed to be for Childe, but she felt its numbing blackness become like an inviting host to her guesthood.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” she managed to get out, sinking down the wall to the ground. She expected to hear a sassy remark. She expected him to leave a bad taste in her mouth, just because she could muster her own venom.

But instead, he just said, “I’m glad you didn’t wander off after all.”

He sounded terribly weak, and she couldn’t even bear to gloat in it. His voice was hoarse, just like it had been after their duel in the Golden House. But it was also the same as it had been after he had destroyed all those ruin guards for Teucer in the factory, protecting his sibling with all the strength he had. Lumine could recall the moment she looked not on him as an enemy or rival, but as a hero to his younger brother. As a man who looked past himself. As a man who understood family.

Again, her chest clenched as she thought of Aether. What had become of Aether?

Childe knew just how to get under her skin. Sometimes it was through snark or politics, but other times—unforgivable times, it was through showing humanity she did not believe could exist past those eyes of his.

Lumine could see them now. Despite the darkness she could not miss him peering over at her. He was not as far away as she’d guessed. She knew not where the light with which they shone was coming from. Dull blue irises sent her into a wordless daze.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?”

She did not heed this inquiry, only… staring. She was so exhausted from walking. From walking and hating and… and worrying. She was tired. So… tired.

“It wasn’t anything important around the corner, was it?”

She thought to herself that perhaps it was. But exhaustion was overtaking her and she was fading. Her body felt wet and cold and numb all over. She was submerged in a black sea and all she could see were his blue, blue eyes.

“Comrade!”

But Childe was now far away. Her mind was blank. She did not dream, or think, or breathe.

Lumine knew no more.

—

Lumine opened her eyes and saw no more light than had been behind her lids. However, she became acutely conscious of the fact that she was leaning against a certain Harbinger’s warm, broad chest.

She opened her mouth, which felt dry, and pushed her voice out. “Childe?”

He gasped. “You’re awake! Thank goodness.”

“I’m…” She tried to move but her entire body felt like cement. She was immobile, and thus her head remained against Tartaglia’s chest. “What… happened?”

“You had sat right in a patch of that mud. I hadn’t realized. You started to daze off and then you slumped over. I had to drag you out and… pray that you would wake up.”

Lumine was afraid.

What lived in the dark would never be her friend. She might not have lived had she been alone. However, she was becoming aware that Childe was what lived in the dark. He had barely been affected by the mud; he’d hardly noticed it until it had begun to influence her. He was exhausted, instead, by his Delusion which preyed and fed on his soul.

Whatever soul her had left, that was.

As feeling slowly returned to the rest of her body, she realized that the pressure on her side was from his arm wrapped around her back, his hand on her waist holding her close.

She hesitated, and then asked him, “Could you move your hand?”

Childe reluctantly did as she asked, apologizing. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

“You haven’t been crying, have you?” she asked.

“Of—Of course not,” he denied. “And—if I was, what’s the matter with that? Can’t a guy shed a tear or two?”

“I don’t see why you would. Unless you somehow think you won’t be able to survive without me, which we both know isn’t true.”

“No, it’s just…”

He trailed off, and she waited for him to continue. When he did not, she sat up as much as she could so that she could look into his eyes. They were still there, somehow visible in the pitch black of the ravine. Hooded, a bit, squinting back at her as if he was studying her.

“It’s just,” she mimicked.

When he spoke, the words came quickly, as if he was trying to get it out all at once. “The darkness has taken many things from me, and I’m not quite prepared to lose another. That’s all, comrade. That’s all.”

Lumine thought on this for several seconds, soaking in the weight of it. She chose to respond indirectly, feeling the dissonance of her hatred for him with the empathy she was overcome with. “I wasn’t yours to begin with. You have nothing to lose.”

“That’s what you say, my friend.”

Lumine could still feel the remaining warmth in her clothes from where he had been holding her. She pressed her eyes shut and forced herself to forget how it caused her heart to race. But she could also tell, now, that there was a physical weight over her shoulders: Childe’s jacket. She only knew it by the weight and excessive size. She thought about its smell. Like a warm cabin on a winter's day. Like the wind on a lake. A cradle of excitement.

Now, disliking the direction of the conversation, she chose to change the subject. “So,” she said. She cleared her throat. “What the hell are we gonna do now?”

“Well, comrade, I hate to say it, but I think we should call it a day. The Chasm has not been kind to us. I think we’ve gotten up again one too many times.”

“Never,” Lumine posed. She was, perhaps, disagreeing just to disagree. She knew she would not be getting back up again for quite a few hours, at the least.

“At least a bit of sleep—of true sleep, not near-death from some Chasm goo—should do the both of us some good.”

“I got plenty of sleep when we set up camp before,” Lumine protested. She was lying. She had gotten less than an hour at the most.

“Sure, and so did I.” And she became aware that maybe, just maybe, he was lying too. “Still, I can’t do anything in this state, and you… well, just try to get up and then argue with me, alright?”

She didn’t have to try. She knew she wouldn’t be able get to her feet, and so she finally yielded. “Fine. You win. We’ll explore ahead later.” She pulled on Childe’s jacket so that it better covered her shoulders, wondering whether she should thank him for saving her life. Again. “Sounds like something Paimon would say,” she muttered, leaning her head against the ravine wall.

“That pesky fairy.”

“Yeah.” Lumine thought again of Aether, though she could not tell why. Nor could she tell what made her say what she said next. “By the way… about my twin…” She allowed a sigh. “I didn’t fight with him. Much, anyways. We were separated by other forces out of our control.” A pause. “He’s what I’m looking for. He’s why I’m travelling all over Teyvat. He’s the only family I have.”

“So there’s another mysterious traveller from another world somewhere else in this one, huh?” came Childe’s response.

“Yeah,” she said, “I guess so.”

“Is he as cute as you?”

Lumine tested the function of her arm and then, satisfied that it was mobile, jabbed it as hard as he could into where she guessed his ribs were. His yelp of pained surprise was her welcome reward.

“Ah, o-ow, what’d I do?”

“Try listening to me make a weird comment about one of your siblings, and then ask me that again.”

He laughed, and then coughed, then paused to catch his breath. “Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the problem would be that I called you cute, but apparently that part doesn’t bother you, hmm?”

Lumine huffed. “How about you stop talking?”

“Make me.”

“I can elbow you again.”

“I don’t mind.”

She elbowed him again and he let out another cry.

“But I don’t see how either of us are going to sleep if you break my ribs,” he complained.

“I don’t see how that would be my problem.”

“Might as well leave me to die!”

“Mmm,” Lumine hummed, considering this option. “No, I’d rather be able to see the defeat in your face when I crush your ribs and snap your neck.”

He only laughed again. “I look forward to it,” he sighed, sounding genuinely delighted, and neither of them spoke for some time after that. The silence was warmer and sweeter than it had been before.

Lumine did not think she would be able to fall asleep next to Childe. A killer, she reminded herself. He was a Fatuus. He was one of the Harbingers, for crying out loud. A selfish, power-hungry, bloodthirsty man’s coat was draped over her shoulders; an eccedentesiast killer’s scarf was round her neck, each for no reason but to keep her warm. She decided that she must not and could not fall asleep in what logically could only be the open jaw of a lion.

However, once again, she felt her body defiantly prove her wrong.

author’s note. wowie! the plot thickens! is that lumine... growing attached? stay tuned to find out what happens next! p.s. sorry for the late post. i was in the middle of nowhere for a week.

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