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[sad-gay-writer]

The Coldest Dragon

Aemond Targaryen X Gn!Reader

Tags- Hurt/comfort, sickfic, sad, angsty fluff, fluffy angst, caregiver

Context: As the months go on, Aemond notices you keep on training hard, even in the evening. Also, despite the feasts you attend, you eat little and lesser every day. He is starting to get worried. So when you fall off Vhagar, after fainting whilst riding with him, Aemond confronts your problem.

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TW- Restriction, overexercising, fainting, ED thoughts and purging-Insert your own first and last name Y/n L/n = Your name Last name

Insert your own pronouns if not they/them/themself- gender neutral

You are not a Targaryen but Aemond's future betrothed, so you stay with him in the Dragonstone castle until you are both of age to wed.

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Over the past few moons Aemond had noticed there was something wrong. He knew because you were stubborn, like him, you would have to be confronted about your problem. It was a problem, a disorder. Aemond had read about afflictions of the mind from the books of his Maesters', mostly he had focused on mental aversions to food, which he believes you have. You met all of the criteria after all, because you ate very little or nothing on certain days, then trained for hours until he had to take you inside at near the hour of the bat.

"My Prince, are you feeling well?" A serving girl asked, breaking Aemond's deep thought, whilst he realised he had been sat staring into a plate of sweet meats for the most of the midday feast. "Uh, yes. I am fine, thank you." He muttered back awkwardly, trying to look at other food on the table. Then Aemond caught your eye, trying to pass the plate of sweet meat he smiled. Only to be met with your tight lipped grimace, of which he saw often now at dinner times, in response. "Ah, no thank you my Prince. I- I will just have some vegetables." You began piling vegetables onto your plate, almost amassing a pile which left peas rolling onto the table, rapidly grabbing a whole spoonful of fruits from Dorne as well. Nervously trying to avoid Aemond's fervent look of fear, you began to cut the carrots into increasingly miniscule pieces with your knife aggressively.

King Viserys was at the head of the long table, with Queen Alicent at his side. The two were staring at you, brows furrowed, as they whispered to one another looking at you then each other again. Whereas Aegon, already blackout drunk, did not care for the shaking of the table as you began to saw into the root vegetables in front of you. Whilst Helaena, his sister-wife, stood up and stared off dreamily out of the castle's window before announcing clearly, "The coldest dragon will fall. The coldest dragon will fall," She repeated this until the King motioned for a servant to hand Helaena her sewing and to 'take my dear daughter to her chambers, please'.

As a servant took Helaena away you stood up, hands shaking and dropping your knife onto the table. "May I be excused? I apologise my King and Queen, but I am feeling unwell." Queen Alicent turned to the King, before nodding and King Viserys nodded for you to leave before coughing into a handkerchief from his wife, the Queen.

Turning to leave you heard the scraping of Aemond's chair as he too stood up, this made you walk faster but as you stood up the blood rushed from your head. It left you reeling, barely managing to open the door before you collapsed against the wall in a hidden washer's cupboard. As you heard the door creak open again, hitting the wall with the force of Aemond opening it, running to find you. But Aemond had grown up on Dragonstone, he saw your panting shadow from under the door to the cupboard he had hidden in many times from Aegon as a boy, and carefully stepped inside. Your vision was swimming as the faint feeling overcame you, as you tried to push Aemond away only for him to hold you by the shoulders and kiss your forehead. "My love, what's wrong?" Staring at you with his violet eye, tenderly tracing your face with his pale fingers. "Please, tell me Y/n." Sighing and wrenching your head away from him you muttered, "Nothing. I just felt ill at the feast table." Pulling yourself from his arms you walked off to the Training Area, shivering despite the warm Sun shining into the hallways.

----------------------------many hours later-------------------------------

It was now close to the hour of the bat, still trying to train you were sweating, gasping for air clenching a sword with red knuckles and blue fingers. Above you on a balcony Aemond stood next to Queen Alicent, who was clasping Aemond's hand as he bit his lip anxiously.

"I can't stand to see Y/n destroy themself like this, they barely ate at dinner Mother. But," he gasped supressing his anger, "they won't talk to me about it. Even when I try to help them, like after dinner and I- Seven Hells, I don't know what to do!" Alicent held her son, as he raged silently beside her. "I need to go down there. I need to stop them." Before Queen Alicent could stop him, Aemond ran from her arms and raced down the stairs to where you were; heaving, panting and still attempting to swing your sword at the straw target. "Y/n, stop this now please," He grabbed your frail wrist, all his fingers could wrap around it easily, taking the sword from your weak grip.

"Aemond let me go, I need to continue training-" You cried, as Alicent ran to the both of you down the stairs. "Aemond, stop this now. If you continue this behaviour I shall put you in the dungeons!" He let go of your arm, placing a kiss on your cold hand, and stood beside his Mother-Queen Alicent. Calmly, Alicent turned to you, her eyes softening and smile turning warm she whispered, "My darling child, come to your chambers, it is too late for you to be training now my sweet." You followed as Queen Alicent walked you to your room, leaving when Aemond sat at your feet whilst you were tucked into bed. "Good night, dear Y/n." She beamed kindly, then quietly, " And to you too, Aemond." You thanked her, Aemond paused listening to his Mother's footsteps recede down the hallway then turning to you, a passion igniting in his eyes.

"You must tell me what is wrong, Y/n. You are so frail and you will not eat! I saw how you cut the fruit into tiny pieces at dinner, the table shook."

"Aemond, leave it be. I am not-" You coughed dryly, "Sick, there is nothing ailing me. So please leave."

He looked away, holding your hand tight. "I love you, Y/n L/n. But if you keep on lying to me I won't be able to love what you're doing to yourself."

"You wouldn't understand it, Aemond." You hissed, gritting your teeth and pulling your hand from his, rolling over onto your side to face away from him in your bed.

"What could I not understand? I know about the ailments of the mind, I understand what you are struggling with my love. I am not angry at you, I am angry at what you are doing to yourself!" Aemond's words softened, he reached his hand over to you and tenderly took your hand in his again; pulling you into his chest, your head in the crook of his long neck. "Let's go for a night ride then, to calm us both down."

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On Vhagar's back you always felt so calm. Her dark green scales helped ground you, as your skin rubbed against the rough texture with the leather saddle you and Aemond sat on. As his strong arms held the reins around Vhagar's wide neck, you felt your stomach drop. You were never afraid of heights but looking over the ancient dragon's wings made you feel sickly, making your head spin as Vhagar flew through the clouds. Aemond loved to fly at night with you, your arms around his waist clenching his hips.

Suddenly, ice cold fear ran through him. Your arms weren't around his waist.

Pulling Vhagar into a nose dive Aemond screamed your name, tears pricking in his eye as he tried to yank the ancient beast beneath him in any direction closer to you. Looking around frantically his eyes found the whole in the clouds where you had fallen through and sped Vhagar down the clouded tunnel. He flew down at such a speed tears streamed down his face, but Aemond couldn't care enough in that moment if he was crying because of that or for you. Then he noticed your pale body, falling through the inky sky. Vhagar roared, a sound that made Aemond's bones shake, pulling him down towards you at a painful speed. The dragon caught you in her mouth, gently holding you with her blunt, yellowed teeth and slowly lowering you two to the grounds of Dragonstone.

As Vhagar carefully placed your body on the grass, the King and Queen were already at your side, Vhagar's roars had woken half the castle. Queen Alicent brushed the damp hair from your face, gasping at the hollows of your cheeks as King Viserys helped Aemond of his saddle to your side. When the Maesters and servants helped carry you to the Maesters' tower, Aemond still held your hand, his breathing erratic with worry. "Aemond, you may follow Y/n until they are placed in the Maesters' chambers but then you must go to your chambers." The King ordered his son sternly, so he couldn't retort.

The Maesters put you down on the bed, stripping your body down to check for any injuries from being in Vhagar's jaws, but instead they found you in worse condition. Your ribs stuck out like sharp knives, almost as prominent as your hip bones. And, your stomach was so shrunken it was like a pale concave. As the servants tried to shut the door on him Aemond pushed his way in, his heart breaking as he saw your starved body. He didn't even care for the Maesters or servants around him when he held your hand and wept. "Y/n, how could I let you do this to yourself?"

Blearily opening your heavy eyes, you groaned and your grip on Aemond's hand weakened but he strengthened his grip, never wanting to let go of you again with tears in his eyes he kissed you.

Over the following moons the Maesters helped you to regain the weight you had lost to become healthy again. It was hard to be told you had an affliction of the mind, being seen as mad by certain servants who gave you odd looks as they cleaned the room around you. But they would always 'leave' their jobs shortly after, or that is what Aemond would tell you. For what's more Aemond was with you everyday when you were confined to your bed in the Maesters' tower, even when you sobbed over flagons of milk and pieces of fruit. Your recovery from your illness was painful but Aemond loved you everyday, despite the fainting and throwing up after eating on the bad days. Then especially when you could sit with him in the Sun under Vhagar's wings.

As you sat under Vhagar's enormous wingspan, lying under her cool shadow, Aemond traced the shape of your lips and smiled when you kissed his fingers. "I love you, Y/n. Never forget that, my dear"

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[lake-archive]

A Fool For His Birthday

AO3 Link - A Shared Love Between Our Posse (Masterlist)

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Gentaro Yumeno, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann) (Developing)

Synposis: April Fool's Day but also the birthday of Gentaro Yumeno. And having both of those days overlap can be causing more trouble than expected. At least it is all in good fun~

Words: 3,659

Being greeted with this sight was something Ann had not necessarily expected. Especially not at his home, Gentaro’s home. They had somewhat announced it, not wanting to barge in from one moment to the next.

“Hey, Gentaro. Is it ok if I come to visit you after lectures today?”

“Visiting me? What gives me the honor on such a day? Wouldn’t you prefer to avoid me~?”

Given it was the first of April as well as his nature, maybe… But he just so happened to be born on that day. So they really couldn’t… “Oh c’mon! I don’t see a reason to! Can I come over or not?”

“Very well. But don’t make it too long. Ramuda and Dice pushed me into some plans for that evening.”

“I know. Ramuda is also making me attend…”

“Of course he would. What a troublesome boy.”

“It’s just how he is.” Though their first boyfriend had insisted more than usual… What was up with that? They could only wonder… 

Even the argument ‘How about you three have some ‘bro time?’ did not work. Because all Ramuda answered there was ‘Oh we’re getting plenty of bro time! Plus, it's Gentaro’s birthday! Pleeeaaase!?’. … He himself did have a fair argument though… 

“Then I assume we could head to his studio together later.”

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

“I’ll look forward to it then. See you later, Ann.”

So regardless of anything, Ann still had plans to see Gentaro one on one, mainly to not be hit with a wave of embarrassment when handing him their gift… Which was difficult to pick out. Then again, in the end they didn’t necessarily pick something out. 

Or… Well, they did but that was just a notebook, really, fitting in a small story within its pages. And they sadly had to admit that this was their emergency solution. All because they just couldn’t think of anything else… Outside of watermelon slices but… Firstly, it’s not summer. Secondly, that’s boring. At least the chocolate on Ramuda’s birthday required effort. And they didn’t want to slack off in Gentaro’s case either.

So they recalled one of the things he seemed to really enjoy and concluded that it might be a fun idea to write a short story, dedicated to his eyes only. Not just that but… Perhaps try themself on a doodle here and there. But that was also the thing, it was impossible to hand it over when Ramuda and Dice were around. Especially if the two saw the poor attempts of their illustrations. They already wanted to sink into the ground knowing that Gentaro would see them while reading the story sometime… Ah, the entire thought was embarrassing! Not just that but he was going to see their handwriting as well! Maybe they had gotten a little too ahead with this. Besides, what if he doesn’t like it!? That was perhaps their biggest fear at the end of the day, one which would make their stomach turn.

And that was why they had been pacing back and forth in front of his apartment door, unsure if they should even enter. Maybe they should just drop the notebook and run. Run as fast as possible and say that they only had enough time to drop their gift. But no, that’d be inappropriate! They should give him their gift to him in person. Yeah, in person! Besides, they had already agreed to pay him a visit so it would be impossible to back out now!

Alright, deep breath… And just get this over with! Yeah, just get it over with! It’ll be fine. It’ll be just fine…

So, a quick knock. “Hello! Gentaro!”  They began, knocking once more. “It’s me, Ann! I’m here!”

“Oh!? Wait wait wait Ann!?” They heard him say surprisingly… Panicked? That was a first and unusual. “Ah, what terrible timing!”

Terrible timing? “Is something wrong? Do you need help with something?”

“Ahaha… W… Well… You could say that but—”

“Then go on, open the door. I’ll help out however I can!”

“It’s not exactly that but…”

“You don’t want me to come in?”

“It’s not…” A quick break, a short moment of silence before he continued after a short sigh. “Listen, you may come in. But promise me one thing.”

Promise something? What is he scheming now? That’s what they were wondering. “What is it?”

“Don’t freak out when you enter…”

“Don’t freak out? Why?”

“You’ll see! Just promise me that first!”

“Ok fine fine! I promise!”

“Thank you. Now, you may open the door. It is open.”

What had Gentaro been up to today, on his birthday nonetheless? But honestly, they should not even be surprised. It was April Fool’s as well, it may as well be a holiday for him or something like that. So they opened the door cautiously. 

A quick gaze up, as if checking for anything up there. They wanted to believe that he would not step that low but you could never be sure with him, so they rather double checked. But nothing. A few glances to the side… Nothing seemed to be amiss. Alright, the coast was clear.

So they entered, one step inside, just in case, slow and steady. Was something on the ground they didn’t see? They didn’t know yet but were cautious nonetheless… But nothing. It was safe to walk on it. 

So they soon were standing in the hall, looking around for a moment though a little puzzled. “Gentaro? Where are you?” Maybe he was stuck somewhere?

“Ahaha… W… Well… You might want to go into the living room to find out.” Ann heard him chuckle, though sounding very nervous, more than usual. Something was off here… Very… 

“Why?”

“It’s best to see it instead of me explaining it all to you.”

They only shrugged at this point yet knew that discussing it was futile. So they may as well. Just what was going on here? They couldn’t really tell…

And yet, they would figure it out soon enough. Because they were heading straight to the first room on the left lacking a door, taking a glance into the living room. They saw nothing off at first. Everything seemed in place, literally. Nothing off here, at all. None. Na—

That was until they took a look at the couch seeing… A tiny rabbit on the sofa!? Light brown fur and green eyes, sitting there, sniffing around. They were staring a little in disbelief, almost dropping the notebook yet managed to catch it at the very last second. What… Was a rabbit doing here!? Why!? How!? 

“Uhm… Did someone gift you a pet?” They asked, looking back into the hall, hoping that he was in another room. Someone gifted him a pet, right? That had to be it. It just had to! And yet—

“Firstly, it’s rude to not look at someone while they’re talking to you!” They heard his voice say very sternly, making them turn back. Wait, the voice was coming from the living room after all!? Where— “Secondly, I’m not a pet. It’s me, Gentaro. And someone apparently thought that it was funny to turn me into a fluffy creature!”

Hold on, what!? “W… Wait… You are saying…” Ann stuttered as they took a few steps closer, to the sofa. Carefully to not scare the little bunny on it. And once they were close enough they kneeled down, to come face to face with said bunny, staring at it and only seeing how it was moving its head around while moving its nose. Actually… From up close, it was an adorable little fella. If Gentaro would stay like that then maybe— Ah no! What were they even thinking!?  “You’re messing with me, right?”

“Me!? Do I sound like I’m lying!?” Was the only thing they heard as a response, as if he was offended.

“I mean, you love to lie…”

“Hah, alright. That is a fair argument. However, I’m not joking in this instance. Sure, this body is warm and I do not feel uncomfortable but I cannot stay like this.”

He… Was serious? He was being serious… No, this was almost like some fairytale. No way. “Mhm… Right…”

“I mean it! I cannot work as a bunny, can I?”

“Well, you could work at a petting zoo. The kids would love you~” They decided to tease, even if just for this moment. They may as well. 

“Ann, don’t even joke about things like that…” He said however, sounding surprisingly deadpan. “I would just bite every kid in sight trying to touch me.”

“Oh come on, don’t make them cry. Not even Ole does that.” Yeah, instead he recently liked to sleep at the end of their bed and bite into their toes when he saw the feet peeking out… Ole is an old man but still a cat, and that was a rather painful reminder. Anyways… 

“I’m stating facts…”

“Besides, you could have an easier life. Think of all—”

“Stop joking around and help me turn back!” He interrupted, sounding desperate, perhaps a little embarrassed. That was a first. 

And yet, she chuckled. It was a sight they would never get to hear again after all. “Alright alright. Let’s find a way to turn you back into the same old guy.”

They were about to get up, wanting to discuss this and yet– “Actually, I might have a plan.”

They got curious, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“You are accustomed to fairytales, aren’t you?”

Fairytales? What was this going to turn into? “Yeah, my parents read me some all the time.”

“Does that include The Frog Prince?”

“That’s basically a classic where I’m from. What’s up with—”

“Try kissing me.” Gentaro interrupted, sounding blunt, cold and saying this with no hesitation. This made Ann nearly trip over, shocked with wide eyes.

“Wait… What? Hold on!” She nearly shouted yet kept calm the moment they still noticed the tiny bunny. Right, they couldn’t startle him now… 

“Is that not how the princess breaks the frog’s spell?”

“Wha– No! Well… Ok yes but in the original not. She threw him against the wall.”

“Huh… That will hurt but… Alright, go on. I’m ready.”

“ Are you crazy!? I’m not throwing a bunny against the wall!”

“Not even if—”

“Not even then!” This sounded insane. They’re not going to do that! What was going on in his mind, agreeing to this so easily!? Seriously… 

“Fine! I’ll try a—” And yet, they had risen their voice all of a sudden, noticing the moment they saw the bunny hop down, away from the sofa. Instead of waiting they had reacted right away, dashing right after it for a few seconds after having placed the notebook onto the table. “Wha— Stay here! This isn’t funny!”

“Ah, apologies! But you were loud, my ears!”

“I’m sorry but what you suggested was crazy! Now get ba—” Though before they could say anything further, or rather wanted to finish their words, they noticed something when running right past the sofa. Something stuck out there… Something black. It was as if these were parts of some clothing, a fabric they were all too familiar with. They only stared at it for a short moment before their expression turned from worried to blank… Literally. Of course… Yeah, that checks out.

So they took a few steps closer, right behind the sofa themself and spotting someone all too well, having his back pressed against the sofa and sitting there, not looking up. At least not yet. And when he was about to speak again they interrupted him fairly quickly with their own words, anything but impressed.

“You really think this is funny, don’t you?”

Though instead of a quick gasp they only heard a chuckle. “Looks like I’ve finally been caught.” He commented before turning towards them, looking up to face them with his usual smirk, shrugging. “Though I’m surprised that you didn’t try to check sooner Ann~”

“Ah— That—”

“Did you really believe my little lie here~?”

“N… No! I… Er… Just wanted to play along!” 

“Of course, play along.”

“It’s true! Nothing more!”

“Right, right. I believe you.” And yet, it sounded as if he didn’t.

“Ugh… Sh… Shut it!” This was embarrassing in the end…

A few minutes forward, the bunny had been placed somewhere where it could be getting some rest after all this running, away from the two who were about to converse. When Ann had asked Gentaro where he got it from he said that he took it in for a few days. Someone had asked him to take care of it and would pick it up later. He owed that person a favor so he could hardly decline. Plus, the little fella was adorable, no denying. And that is also why he had been home for now, awaiting the person to arrive and pick their little friend up. 

“You could have warned me beforehand…” They sighed, both having decided to sit down on the sofa, right next to each other. Ann had decided to lean a little backwards, arms crossed. This was just… A lot. That guy…

“Haha, forgive me. But I couldn’t resist. Today is April Fool’s Day after all.” He reminded them with his usual smile, much to their own dismay. “And you fell for it.”

“I said tha–” They were about to protest again, yet that proved useless. They knew. “Nevermind.”

“Now, may I ask what even brings you here? I did not expect you to announce your visit so suddenly.”

Right, their visit… As to why they were here. They had almost forgotten to be honest. And once they remembered they were about to grow red from all said embarrassment. Because once reality kicks in that this will be in Gentaro’s hands right this second… They became a little hesitant again. And yet, they couldn’t just back out now. 

Though they did not say a thing, not at first at least. They were looking around, stuttering for a moment before eyeing the notebook on the table for a few seconds. They were looking back at Gentaro for a moment, seeing him waiting ever so patiently for their answer. Then again, he might have a clue now… There was no use hiding it from him, was there? Yeah, no use at all.

“I… Well… You know what day it is, right?” They began slowly, their voice shivering a little. “And I don’t mean April Fool’s…”

“Oh yes, of course I know. You are speaking of my birthday, aren’t you?”

They nodded. “Yeah.”

“Oh, have you decided to grant me a wish in private?”

“Wha— Wait, that—”

“Then we should certainly talk about that kiss from earlier.” He said with no shame, teasing. And yet… It sounded so serious. Wait no, that was just his way of playing games in the end, wasn’t it!? He even leaned a little forward, to make matters worse.

It led to them trying to back away yet knowing they would just fall over if they did, being cornered. So they weren’t even trying. Besides, he was only close enough yet had not touched their lips with his own. It should be fine… He’s just messing with them a little. “It’s not like that! I mean it is related to your birthday but—”

“Oya? Are you denying me a wish on my very own birthday? You’re a cruel one~” He sounded hurt, the fake kind.

“Tha— I just… Guh… I wanted to give you something!” They said when suddenly grabbing the notebook, pulling it in front of their face. They just couldn’t look at his face, not like this. This was getting more and more embarrassing by the second. In fact, they had to make sure now that he was not seeing their face whatsoever. Really,  this guy… Things have changed between the two but also not really, haven’t they?

“Ah, a gift. That is what you meant.” They heard him say, hearing the sofa making some noise, him most likely backing away, somewhat. 

They lowered the notebook a little as a result, sighing before handing it over to him, no questions asked. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure what so I thought of… Well… Writing something. Hand written that is.”

“Hand written? For… Me?” He asked as they felt him taking the notebook, then hearing it open. No, they saw it actually, him skimming through the pages. Witnessing it first hand made them feel even more embarrassed than before now, to the point their thoughts were racing… Goddamnit. 

“Yeah, for you. I… Hope it will be al—”

“Oya? And you can draw too.” He interrupted, sounding fascinated. Ah— He’s seeing the drawings, isn’t he!?

“I just… Thought maybe… Ok listen I’m not that good at it but I was thinking of… Giving it a personal touch! Go on ahead and laugh or something! I—”

“Oh no, it’s not bad at all. I was just surprised that you can even visualize what you’re thinking.” He interrupted, chuckling, then closing the notebook finally, placing it back onto the table. “Allow me to read it in peace later. Unless—”

“Please, take your time reading it!” They didn’t need to hear him reading their writing out loud. That was the last thing they needed to hear! 

“Still, going through so much effort… It is not a giant special occasion.” 

“A… Are you kidding? Of course it is. Besides… It’s only fair, isn’t it? Putting effort into a gift I mean…”

“If you say so. But really, you didn’t have to do that.” He assured them, or tried to.

“It’s fine, really. No trouble at all. I did it because I wanted to!” They insisted. 

“Alright, I will not argue. I thank you all the same.” 

And then a moment of silence between the two again… Ah, this was really something else… The two of them, alone right now. And there was still a bit of time left before they would head to the studio Ramuda owned. Not like they could go anyway thanks to the rabbit anyway bu—

“Although, back to the kiss…” Ann suddenly heard Gentaro bring up, facing them directly yet again. Hearing him say that made them squeal in place for a short moment, staring at him intensely. 

“P… Please don’t joke like that!” They tried to reason with him, only to see him leaning forward yet again. 

“Joke? Who said I was joking?” He countered, all too serious sounding. That had them look at him with wide eyes, feeling just how they warmed up by then. Wait a second— 

“Hah!? It has to be! Not funny!” 

“But what if I’m not?” And he only got closer.

“That…”

“Say, would you not grant me that one wish?” He asked, his voice in a sudden whisper. He… Was he serious? Was he? Wasn’t he? What was he getting at!?

Though… The argument… It was tempting. And he had been asking earlier. It’s just a kiss right? Ah wait, should they even consider? But he was close and— Ah, why were they even thinking about it? The two had kissed before. One time in the bookstore, the other time at the train station. It should be fine… Right? Was it? They would lie if they said that the urge had not overcome them… And they could use his reasoning as an excuse… Maybe? 

Oh they should just admit that they wanted to kiss him… 

So they suddenly did. Just when they saw him, his mouth opening, about to say something to them they suddenly leaned a little forward, right in to press their lips against his own. 

It was short, though more than a mere peck. His lips were soft, the taste exactly what they remember. It was hard to pull back honestly, hence why they may as well be almost glued onto his lips. But they pulled back shortly after, not wanting to make this too long. And needless to say… His reaction had been unexpected.

He was staring at them, as if in disbelief, and they could see him all red. It was a first, not something they had seen before. Ever. And moments later he even put his hand over his mouth before making one of his fingers trace over his own lips. He didn’t say anything, only staring at them for a moment before suddenly leaning away from them and turning his face into the opposite direction, as if trying to hide his face.

And it left them… Confused. “Gentaro? Is something wrong?” They asked him, a little worried. This reaction was unusual, even for him. Just what was he—

“N… No. No no no! Nothing is wrong!” He responded, as if trying to keep his cool, though failing miserably. Why was he getting so worked up all of a sudden?

“You sure? That—”

“Just… Uhm… I… Being so bold.”

“Bold? What do you mean?”

“Ah— It’s… Nothing! Just thinking aloud!”

The first time they had seen him like this. “W… Wasn’t that your birthday wish?”

No response, only silence on his end. Though he turned back soon enough, eyeing them with… Still an intense redness? Yeah, he was red beyond belief here, redder than red even. 

“I… I know what I said but it was a—” He wanted to say yet he didn’t finish it. In the end he just didn’t finish it. No, he kept silent for a moment before they spotted him with a different face altogether. A smile? Was that what they saw?

“No, nevermind. I won’t complain. I think I got pretty lucky.” 

“Lucky?”

“Please, do not question it.” He said, turning back with his face in their full view once more. A smile so gentle yet genuine, one of the most genuine they had seen of him. Perhaps he was just really happy at the moment. They could only guess and yet… Even if only for this very moment… 

“Thank you for granting my birthday wish.”

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[theselfshippingwitch]

JanAUary - Fake Dating AU

(Divider by @saradika)

Ship: Ray x Violet Word Count: 3088 Summary: Ray and Violet are going to Ray's hometown for his high school reunion, and Violet thought her worst problem would be figuring out how to pretend to be his girlfriend until she got there Rating: General Audiences Notes: For JanAUary run by @bioexorcizm and @eternally-smitten - Thanks for the prompt! Yeah this one got way away from me, it's super long whoops

(Divider by @cafekitsune)

Violet stepped out of the inn wearing jeans and a blouse. It was dinner time, and she and Ray were meeting up with his high school classmates for dinner before the high school reunion party the next night. They walked side by side to the restaurant. He seemed distracted, watching the ground with a pensive expression on his face. “Nervous?” Violet asked.

She didn’t blame him. The plan was ridiculous. When Peter suggested it, her first instinct was to flat out refuse. It took coaxing from both him and her personal assistant, Steffi, to get her to agree to pretend to be Ray’s girlfriend at his high school reunion. There was no way she would be able to keep up that kind of ruse. Her fame and success had come from writing, not acting. Not that she wouldn’t be able to convince people she liked Ray as more than a friend. That part came easy to her. But how was she supposed to act like a girlfriend when she had never been anyone’s girlfriend before? 

While waiting in the line to get into the restaurant, the first person to greet them was what looked like to Violet to be some washed up high school football star. “Ray, old pal!” He slapped Ray on the shoulder just a little too hard, making him flinch and rub the spot where he hit after. “Hey, no hard feelings about last time, right, old buddy? Just a bit of dark magic between old friends!”

“Hi, Alan.” Ray sounded mostly annoyed. 

“Yeah, I mean it was just like old times, right? Remember in high school when I used to steal your bike and not give it back to you for weeks at a time…”

“The last time, you never gave it back.”

“...Or that one time I moved that carjack in shop class while you were still under the car?”

“I had to get stitches.”

“Boys will be boys, right?” 

“That’s what the cops told me.”

“And who is this gorgeous creature?” Alan moved past Ray, sliding in between him and Violet in line and leaning against the wall in front of her. 

“This is Violet. Violet, this is Alan.”

“Alan Favish, Head Quarterback for the Morrisville High Eagles, Class of ‘76. So, he guilt tripped you into tagging along, did he?” He jerked his head towards Ray as if he wasn’t still standing right next to them and hearing all of this. “Well, It’s not a total loss. I can make sure you still have a good time…”

“Actually, I’m his girlfriend.”

Alan raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “You’re dating him? Ha! I guess I’m not the only one who’s using dark magic around here. What kind of love potion did you have to use to convince her to date you, huh, Ray? Must have been some powerful stuff!” 

Violet sneered.

“Hey, I’m just joking! Meet you inside, buddy!” Alan punched Ray in the forearm, again just a little too hard, as he left them in the line. 

The second person to approach them was an older gentleman in a rather loud suit and a sash that said “MAYOR” in big red letters. Violet wondered if he wore it all the time. “Roy Stantz!” He greeted Ray.

“It’s Ray… again…” Ray reminded him. 

“When I heard our hometown hero was coming back for the high school reunion, I had to come say hello! And I also heard a rumor that you were bringing a famous celebrity author…” He turned his full attention to Violet, ignoring that Ray looked ready to say something. “Violet Bellamy, I presume? I recognize you from all those magazine covers! I’d just like to tell you what an honor it is to have you in our little town!”

“Um, Thank you.” Violet said as the mayor grabbed her hand and shook it all too eagerly. 

“The town council would love to have you do a speech at the town hall, Miss Bellamy. Maybe take a few photos to put in the newspaper and hang on the walls of my office. How about the morning after the reunion?” 

“Uh… sure.” They were taking the train at noon the day after the reunion anyway. Although Violet kind of hated the way this guy brushed over Ray for her. She wouldn’t have been as successful as she was if it wasn’t for his expertise in the paranormal. And something about the way the people in this town treated him…

They finally made it inside, and after they got partway through their dinner, a pretty girl interrupted them, smiling wide as she pulled up a chair in between the two of them and faced Ray. “Ray, it’s so good to see you again!”

“Hi, Elaine.” Ray said.

“I’m so sorry I haven't called since the last time we saw each other. I know I said I would, but I’ve just been so busy fixing up the house I inherited that you messed up while you were trying to catch the ghosts that were haunting the place, and it just kinda slipped my mind until this reunion!” She said, upbeat.

“Oh, that’s okay, it’s only been… a few months.”

“I knew you’d understand! Hey, why don’t you come over tomorrow before the reunion and help me out? I remember you being real handy back in high school. I have a few walls that still need repairing, and some electrical work, and maybe a bit of the plumbing. I know it’s a lot, but you were such a good friend back in the day, I remember how you used to always jump start my old car whenever my boyfriend couldn’t because he was at basketball practice, even when it was raining out! So, what do you say?”

“Well, I kind of already had plans…”

She laid her hand on his arm and batted her eyelashes. “Please, Ray?”

Ray sighed. “Well, maybe I can swing by really quick and take a look at the place.”

“You’re so good to me, Ray! You know, I’ve still been reading all the newspaper articles with you in them. Your success has been very interesting to me.” She winked, and left without even acknowledging Violet. 

Ray shot her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry…” he whispered to her. 

Violet didn’t respond. In fact, she didn’t say much of anything until they were back in the room at the inn. But, then she just had to ask. “Why do you let these people treat you this way?”

Ray sighed. “I don’t know. Coming back here has always felt… wrong, somehow. High school was honestly the most difficult time of my life. When I moved here, my parents had just died, and I wasn’t getting along with my siblings, and I felt so small and helpless and alone. It wasn’t until I left for college in the big city that I stopped being so shy, and when I’m in this town again, I feel like that sad little teenager again.” 

“So, why do you come back?”

“Because, for some inexplicable reason, I feel like I have something to prove to these people. Like, no matter what I do, how successful I get, I’m always gonna be that weird kid who’s going nowhere in life to them! I know it’s pathetic, but I’ve felt that way ever since I left this town.”

“Ray…” Violet wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry these people make you feel that way. And I’m sorry I got upset with you. I didn’t know…”

Late that night, as Ray slept on the cot in the corner of the room, Violet slipped out of the bed and opened her suitcase. She dug through the clothes she had packed until she found the outfits Steffi had slipped into her suitcase, despite her protesting. She looked over at Ray, who was snoring lightly. She laid the outfit neatly on the top of the pile of clothes, and then shut it again.

-

Violet stepped out of the inn wearing a halter top romper in deep red with matching red chunky heels with an ankle strap. Her short brown hair fell in a perfect wave down to just below her jawline and was piled to one side. Her red lips curled into a smile when she saw Ray waiting for her outside. His mouth fell open when he saw her. She put her finger under his chin and shut his open mouth gently “C’mon, babe. Let’s go see a girl about a house.” He couldn’t help but stare at the way the thin silk fabric of her shorts wrapped around her curves as she walked ahead of him, leading him by the hand to the old mansion on the outskirts of town. 

As they walked down the street in the middle of town, every man who passed them turned their heads to stare at Violet as long as they could. Some literally stopped dead in their tracks when they spotted her. A couple teenagers walked up to them. “Hey, are you Violet Bellamy?”

“Yeah, I am!” Violet smiled.

“No way! I can’t believe it’s really you! I loved your last book. Scariest thing I’ve ever read, it gave me nightmares for days!”

“Thanks!” 

“Hey, could I, like, get your autograph?”

At the mansion, Violet wrapped herself around Ray as Elaine approached, taking his arm in hers while the other one rested on his chest. The other girl faltered in her gait as she took in the sight of Violet, before bringing herself the rest of the way down the dirt path. “Hi, Ray! Glad you could make it!” 

“Uh…” Ray’s voice shook. He forgot what exactly he was supposed to say in response, nor could he remember to take his eyes off of Violet as she rubbed the center of his chest in a slow, steady rhythm. “Yeah, sure, Elaine.” He finally squeaked out. Violet smiled at him, pleased with his response. 

She turned that smug smile to the shocked girl in front of them. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Violet Bellamy, Ray’s girlfriend.” The hand on his arm slid up to his shoulder as the hand on his chest reached out palm upwards.

“Uh… Hi.” Elaine shook hands briefly, still in disbelief. 

“Ray just came over to see the house, like he said he would last night at dinner. Right, baby?” Violet laid her red fingertips on Ray’s cheek. He swallowed hard. “Uh-huh.” He nodded.

She chuckled. “He is so sweet. It’s one of the things I love about him. Just like an angel, sent down from Heaven just for me…” Violet let her face get closer and closer to Ray’s as she spoke. She took one last look at Elaine’s dumbfounded face before closing the gap between her red lips and Ray’s, initiating their first kiss and her first ever kiss. She hoped it was really as simple as Steffi told her it was, wrapping her lips around Ray’s bottom lip, sucking a little, and moving them slowly against his. She hoped it looked enough like they had done this before, and more importantly, she hoped Ray was enjoying it. When she pulled away, the bright red blush in his cheeks and the blissful expression on his face told her he had, to her ecstatic delight. 

Satisfied, she turned to Elaine again. “Well, we said we’d look at the house.” She looked the house up and down. “You were right. It does need work. See you at the reunion!” She led Ray by the arm away from the house and away from its now fuming mad owner. 

“Violet…?” Ray started.

“What? I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, aren’t I?” She looked up at him. As gratifying as that was, she hoped he didn’t think she had gone too far. He closed his mouth again and only looked at her with sad, pleading eyes. “Are you alright, Ray?”

“I… it’s nothing.” 

-

They spent the rest of the day walking around Ray’s old neighborhood, going by his old house and all his favorite spots where he spent his free time. That night, they went to the high school gym for the reunion party. Violet was sitting at a table covered with a blue tablecloth and gold confetti, sipping on whiskey ginger Ray just brought her before excusing himself to use the restroom. Alan sat down next to Violet and placed his beer on the table. “Hey gorgeous. Do you wanna dance?”

Violet put her head in her hand. “I’d rather die.”

“C’mon, baby, what else are you gonna do? Sit around with Ray all night? I know I could show you a way better time.”

Violet blinked. Without a word, she picked up his beer with her free hand and poured it onto his crotch. She put the cup back on the table, and smiled slightly. 

Alan jumped up from the table. “You little tramp! Who do you think you are?” 

“Well, I’m not an ex-high school quarterback desperately trying to relive the glory days that are far behind me, that’s for sure.” 

“You think that’s funny?”

“I think it’s true. I think you’re pathetic. You’ve been handed everything you’ve ever gotten because of some stupid game, and now that you don’t have that to lean on anymore you’ve realized that you’re nothing but a waste of space, and your life is going nowhere. I think you’re half the man Ray is, and you always have been, and you always will be.” 

He grabbed her by the elbow and lifted her up from the table. “No one talks to me that way, you little-”

Ray came up from behind and ripped Alan’s hand away from Violet’s arm, spinning him to face him before punching him square in the face, knocking him unconscious. He fell to the floor with a loud thud that echoed through the gym, causing everyone to look. “Well, maybe someone should, Al. It’d be the first time anyone’s been honest with you.” He crossed over to Violet, taking her in his arms. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Ray.” She put her hands on his chest. “You were incredible.” She looked over at Alan lying face down on the floor. Ray looked up and saw that the entire gym full of people were now staring at the two of them. Violet kept her eyes on him as she continued. “Ray, you’re so wonderful. You’re sweet, you’re brilliant, you’re so brave, you always do what’s right, even when it’s difficult, even when it’s a detriment to you. I’m so lucky just to know you, to have someone like you in my life. I love you.” Violet wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into the crook of his neck. 

His face heated up, but his movements were stiff as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Violet…?”

“Yes, Ray?”

“...Can we leave?”

“Yeah. Let’s leave.”

Ray had a strange, almost angry look on his face as he walked, faster than he normally did, with Violet to their room. For the first time since she had known him, she was almost afraid to ask him what was wrong. “Ray…?”

He didn’t respond. He sat on the bed, facing away from her.

“Did I do something wrong today?” 

He stood up. “You’ve been driving me crazy, all day…”

“I’m sorry. I might have laid it on a little too thick, I guess….”

“The way you look, and all the touching, and the compliments, and that kiss…”

“Ray, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“I want it to be real!” he whirled around to face Violet, tears in his eyes.

“You do?”

“I want it so bad! I’ve wanted you ever since the day we met, but today was just… I couldn’t stand it! I feel like I’ve been losing my mind all day! I need it to be real! I need to know, did you mean any of it?” 

“Ray…” Violet ran to him, wrapping him up tight in a hug. “Yes, sweetheart, I meant it. I meant all of it. You’re the most wonderful, amazing, incredible man in the whole world, and I’ve been madly in love with you from day one. You’re so far beyond anyone in this town, I couldn’t stand the way they treated you. I wanted them to see what I see in you. You deserve someone who adores you, worships you, who would never take you for granted or treat you like you’re beneath them. Ray, I want you to see that in yourself!” Violet kissed him on his lips. “I want you to realize how incredible you are, how much you mean to me!” She kept kissing him, on his cheeks, his nose, his jawline. “And I… I don’t want you to sleep on that cot tonight!” 

“Oh, Violet…” Ray wrapped his arms around her and gently guided her onto the bed, kissing her. 

-

Violet stepped out of the inn wearing a tight black knee-length dress with a square neckline, elbow-length sleeves, and a high slit up her left leg. Her brown hair was smoothed back, the tips just barely covering the top of her neck. She had left Ray lying in bed, still fast asleep. What she has to do this morning wouldn’t take long. She had a speech prepared that this town would never forget. 

When she walked into the crowded town hall, all conversation halted immediately. She stood behind the podium and surveyed the crowd, unsmiling. “Every single one of you is scum  compared to Ray Stantz. Even if he wasn’t a Ghostbuster. Even if he wasn’t famous. Even if he wasn’t anything even close to successful. He will always be twice the person any one of you are. And you’re all going to get what’s coming to you.”

Nobody could say anything. Even the ones that wanted to couldn’t seem to make their mouths move, no matter how hard they tried. “All of you will stay trapped in this town, like rats in a cage, and rot. He and I will have good fortune and happiness, and you will only have despair. I place a curse upon your town now.” She raised her hands, covered to the wrist in gloves of black silk, and whispered. “Acadiona Ludio Impbeo Angarum Noreabus.”

 She left the stage and walked through the silent crowd. She didn’t stop until she reached the room where Ray was just waking up. “I’m sorry I slept through your speech, honey. How did it go?” 

“I think it went very well. Let’s go home now, darling.”

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[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

Im finishing a fic and as it has 7 chapters/parts im tempted to post one per day to make a selfship week or something, but at the same time idk if that would be overwhelming for others to see hmmmm what would you prefer?

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[jokerislandgirl32]

Well, It’s New Years’s Eve Again!

I finally completed my Wild Violet story “What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve” earlier this year, and now I can share the tale with you all in full! This story was so much fun to write, and I thank all of you who have read and supported it! To those of you who have not, I hope you enjoy!

The primary warnings for the tale are cursing, implied sexual content (but nothing explicit, mainly kissing and observing each other’s bodies), alcoholism and over drinking (and the effects of if, becoming ill/a hangover), and yelling/angry outbursts. The story has a mature rating to be safe, but the content is appropriate for teen and up audiences.

Below you can find the summary and links to the story on all the fanfiction websites I posted the story to. Please read the individual warnings provided for each chapter: they are listed at the beginning of each chapter in the author’s notes.

Summary: Zach Varmitech unwittingly agrees to host a New Year’s Eve party with Violet Tyler, his assistant who has captured his heart. He vocally rejects to the party, which surprises Violet, but he agrees to go ahead with the party. As the rest of the Wild Kratt Villains arrive, Zach’s hesitation to have the party is revealed by Donita in the form of a secret that he has been hiding from Violet and most of those around him.

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[nyandereneko]

Snowflake

Word Count: 600 Summary: “Eyes forged from the same gold as the sun found solace in the dark depths of his feline companion’s midnight gaze, and the retired Adeptus promptly enveloped his partner in the confines of his needy embrace.” Author’s Note: Switching gears a little because I just got back from a con and also things are really bad brain wise right now, but that latter point has nothing to do with why I swapped prompt lists. So, I found this other yume event on twit and I figure I should post in both places, so new prompt list for the next 12 days it is! Thank you for reading as always!

*****

The freshly formed flakes that heralded the first snow of the season flitted down from the dense sea of clouds eclipsing the rich blue expanse of day. It was a tranquil, crystalline display that never failed to steal one’s breath away. Nova was no exception as she watched the brisk breeze whisk a few puffs of her frigid exhales away in its current. Her star-flecked ears twitched in delight as some of the lingering bouts of fog drifted through the air, their haze punctured by the twirling, swirling crystals that continued cascading down from the frozen, heavenly expanse above. 

“If you’re not careful you’ll catch a chill out here,” Zhongli greeted as he joined his partner on the porch of their humble countryside abode, settling one of his lined and layered coats around her slight, shivering shoulders. “Enjoying the view?”

“Of course I am!” she enthusiastically replied, pulling the lapels closed over her chest. “Even more so now that you’re here,” she added, bumping her head against his arm and nuzzling the sleeve as she guided the appendage into her hold.

The ex-Archon took pause and blinked deliberately at her words, finding himself simultaneously amused yet stricken by them. A wave of self-conscious warmth seeped up his neck and bled into his porcelain cheeks like ink dyeing parchment, and the woman found herself enchanted, mesmerized, incapable of tearing her eyes from the riveting sight before her. Zhongli was a masterpiece, her masterpiece, the light and love of her life that she longed to spoil and cherish with every ounce of her being.

If she could have assimilated him into herself, perhaps she would have. And if he could have been assimilated into her, well, perhaps he would have eagerly submitted himself to such impulsive whims.

Soft, steady fingers traced the curve of her ear before diving into the swimming strands of her radiant locks, rolling and wrapping and running them through his smooth, lithe grasp. Nova sighed contently and relaxed against her partner, nuzzling his sure, love tinged touch as a low, distinct purr rumbled in her throat. She snaked her tail around one of his legs, allowing the fluffy tip to tap and twitch freely against the silky fabric of his pants.

The Exuvia extended his free hand, offering it to the wintry winds as he captured some of the finicky, fleeing flakes in his waiting palm. Melting in the warmth of his touch, the fresh liquid soaked into the thin cloth of his steaming glove. Eyes forged from the same gold as the sun found solace in the dark depths of his feline companion’s midnight gaze, and the retired Adeptus promptly enveloped his partner in the confines of his needy embrace.

“Shall we move our viewing party back inside?” Nova suggested through shaky breaths as the gilded man’s lips brushed the back of her ear, trailing down until he transitioned from fur to skin. She could feel the prick of his fangs poking playfully at her nape, and the stinging heat that bloomed in her cheeks only made her want to hide away. But there was nothing she needed to hide, not where Zhongli was concerned. “If you’re still worried about catching a chill and all…”

“Well, I do have a fire and some warm tea waiting in the parlor, if you’re feeling so inclined,” he replied as the warmth and fluffiness of his own feral features tickled her cheek. 

“That sounds wonderful,” she agreed as she slipped one of her hands into his own, pressing a kiss to his soft ear before leading them both back inside.

#self insert #selfship #selfshipping #oc x canon #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #selfship fic #selfship fanfiction #self insert writing #my writing #ck writes #my self insert #my self insert writing #glitter and gold #glitter and gold writing #twelve days of yume

[nimue-at-night]

Making Out

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Amagi Rinne, Original Character

Pairing: Amagi Rinne/Original Character

Tags: Established Relationship, Making Out, Rough Kissing, Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Surprise Kissing, French Kissing, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, No Sex, No Plot/Plotless, Tongues, No Romance, POV Original Character, Sub Amagi Rinne, Horny Amagi Rinne, Horniness, POV Third Person Limited, Suggestive Themes, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, OC x Canon

Words: 1,093

No summary, just making out. Self indulgent (and it did not leave my head I'm sorry). Guh I wanna make out with Rinne so bad, I admit, aaaa!

While there is no sex involved this work is a little suggestive. Due to the nature of this blog I would like for minors to not interact with this post however!

Honestly, it was hard to pinpoint the start to this situation, if there had been a start to begin with. It had all happened from one moment to the next, to the point the details had become a little blurry in the end and were quickly forgotten. If asked Ann could honestly not respond anymore why they were suddenly laying flat on the futon with their back and Rinne Amagi towering right over them. He stared right down at them, his face as red as his own hair, or almost as much. His own eyes were wide as he stared down, the gaze focused on them. He let out light breaths while seeming to shake, at least what they were able to spot. After all he had cornered them in a way as his hands were right next to their head, one on each respective side. Were they truly any better though? 

Not at first, no. In fact they were laying there, not moving an inch as their own breathing escaped their lips. It may as well have been a stare off at that point, the two of them being so red it was a surprise that they had not turned into tomatoes or something like that. And both were visible wrecks, at least Ann could tell Rinne was. And they were not much better off, given they were just staring while feeling like some heater, their own lips trembling. This situation was new to the both of them. 

They had kissed before, a few times. It was nothing but small pecks or one surprise–kissing the other when the mood was right yet in a situation like this? That had never occurred and neither looked like they knew how to handle this. Then again, at first glance it was surprising for someone like Rinne maybe, given how loud and bashful he usually was. However, when keeping in mind that it had been Ann who initiated the first kiss and left him in a blushing mess shortly after for a few seconds this might not be too surprising. After all, he was all bark sometimes but biting? That was a different story. He would never admit to this of course, at least not in public. This was no exception. 

He was all stiff, one could already tell with the blank eye. When Ann’s own gaze wandered they could spot him clutching onto the futon’s blanket, trying to keep steady so he did not fall down onto them. His face may as well be the equivalent to a grimace, trying to look cool and keep calm yet he was bad at hiding it. He was a mess, wasn’t he? He didn’t know how to react to this. Honestly, he may as well be looking funny now and yet oddly adorable all the same. He might deny it but for them, this was very fitting. He liked to play the tough one and enjoyed the feeling but he was not always in such a position. They were secretly glad however because it made them calmer as a result, knowing not just they were nervous. It’s not like he was unwilling either, given he had not pulled away and just now had made a small attempt to get closer to their face, or rather their lips. Yet he froze not even halfway there, trying to collect himself. It was an amusing sight and the last push they really needed.

Because it left Ann time to collect themself if they were completely honest. Sure, it was still a little nerve wracking but it was not unmanageable. And thus, before the tall redhead could even see it coming they extended their hands to his face, grabbing both of his cheeks before facing his face right down. It had him caught off guard and he was about to ask what this was all about and yet he would not get the chance to ask. He did not have to honestly as the couple’s lips met each other soon enough. 

The brunette had closed their eyes shortly after and moved their arms over his shoulder, around his neck, wrapping both around him. They had even been a little sneaky and decided to not let him escape, thus wrapping their legs around his waist to pull his body completely down and trap him. He could not lose a word and had to endure this sudden move. And yet he would not dare to pull away, not even for a moment. They could only imagine his expression yet would be unable to see it with their eyes closed. Then again, given that they soon felt his own vigor with his lips and mingling with theirs made it obvious how he started to lose himself. It was more than a small peck or deep kiss… Well, it was still a soft yet deep kiss but the heat may as well be rising between them, especially when both of their clothed bodies were pressed against one another. 

They rubbed their own body right against his, even if slightly and softly, hearing groans coming from his mouth, right into the kiss. It made them chuckle in place before slowly pulling out their tongue and brushing against his lips. They could feel him shiver for a moment, caught off guard and opening his mouth ever so slightly which allowed them entrance. They took the chance right away and let their tongue slide inside his mouth, pressing against his own tongue and mingling the two together. 

They heard a surprise gasp from his lips and yet he did not pull back. Instead he played along as soon as he was able to, perhaps trying to get some control over the situation but it was all futile in the end. He would just end up following their lead and they could feel the frustration in his movements. Especially once they clutched onto them at their vulnerable areas and made them gasp lightly all the same, his fingers brushing against their body. Yet that frustration made them chuckle. He may be the one on top but they were the one making sure he stayed in place. And the fun would not stop there. At least when it came to snatching one kiss after the other. No need to become more than a little handsy at the moment. 

But imagining how adorable Rinne will be once the two would get down to do the deed eventually… It was an imagination they would probably not stop feasting in for some time.

#Nimue's Thirsts #18+ only #dni minors #minors dni #18+ blog #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #f/o smut #selfship community #selfship fanfiction #selfship fanfic #selfship fic #self ship fanfiction #self ship fanfic #self ship fic #amagi rinne smut #rinne amagi smut #rinne smut #suggestive #self ship smut #smut

[lake-archive]

Today's Salary: Sleep And A Name

AO3 Link - CATZ Discography

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Doppo Kannonzaka, Ann Wolff (OC)

Summary: Ann meets the depressed salary man again! And this time he seems to be beyond exhausted...

Words: 1,376

It had been a while since they had come across him, the depressed salary man. Well, they had not actively thought about him either to be fair. Yet when Ann had spotted him again it came back to their mind pretty much right away. 

Once more they had returned home later than they would have liked. They had to text Eli, having been stuck with a project. He warned them to not return home too late or he’d lock them out. Of course they panicked for a short moment yet he assured them that it was a joke. ‘ Just be careful to not run into a creep. ’ That was all he texted at the end.

And by the time Ann had wrapped everything up it was dark yet again, thus hurrying to the train station pretty quickly. And that was where they saw the salary man again.

Yet instead of him keeping his head down and sulking or mumbling nonsense they heard none of that. Or rather, they did not even see him open his mouth over and over. But it was more than that.

Sure, he was sitting there while holding onto his small suitcase yet he was more hugging it if anything, like a pillow. His head had been hanging more down and his eyes closed. Was he… Sleeping? Right in the cold, at this train station? It looked like anything but save. In fact, it also looked very uncomfortable. 

Given their first interaction with him they really couldn’t help but pity him a little. The tiredness finally had gotten to him it seems. Yeah, they recalled him looking overly tired so this may have not really been a surprise to them in the end.  They were surprised that he had not crashed during their very first conversation together actually. He had managed to keep himself awake one way or another, to their surprise. 

However, this time things seemed different. He seemed to have been in a somewhat deep sleep, deep enough for him to not hear the loud trains passing by. Talk about being exhausted. After all, he also managed to sleep in that position.

Not thinking much of it Ann had slowly approached the depressed salary man, though not to wake him, far from it. Instead they quietly decided to sit on the bench right next to him, taking a seat before deciding to slowly push him down, enough so his head would rest against their thighs and not against the mere air.

They spotted his head move and for a moment they believed that he had woken up from this. However, his eyes remained closed and his breath steady, making them sigh in relief.

They had a clear view on him however, the bags under his eyes having gotten worse than last time. It would explain even more why he was in such a deep slumber, unable to wake up from any noise. ‘ Office workers seem to have it tough… ’ they thought, though maybe they just met an unlucky case? Hard to say honestly, they had little experience working. 

And yet, right now he looked rather peaceful. He was most likely exhausted to move at all which is why he kept lying there in one position, probably. Soft breathing, all the noises he would get out of his mouth. How deep was it?

Deep enough to last for a few long moments, enough to see a train pass by. Yet Ann couldn’t move away, or refused, so they stayed put a little longer. At least until he woke up. And after some time passed he did…

They saw his eyes opening slowly, blinking a few times rather weakly before asking rather drowsy: “Where am I?” 

He sounded and looked half–asleep, having to process where he was until he lifted himself up, or was about to, yet seemed to have gone stiff shortly after. “Hah!? Wh… What did I–” And after a few moments a scream of panic before he sat up again, bowing over and over. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

They were used to it from the first time though, leaving them to sigh. “Hey, it’s fine. It’s me from last time, remember?”

This got him to stop, pause his movements and look right at them for a second, taking some time to process… Until he seemed to notice. “Huh? You’re that girl from that time.”

Ah, there it was, of course. And yet, they couldn’t blame him. In fact, oddly enough, they did not feel insulted or anything like that. Nor could they bring themself to drop their usual line at him. It only made them smile a little nervously. “Uhm… I know it’s not the best time but… Please, don’t call me a girl or anything like that.”

“You’re not? But–” Yet then it seemed to hit what they were hinting at, making him even more visibly ashamed. “I’m–”

“Don’t apologize! It happens!” They interrupted him before it could escalate, then sighing. “Besides, I didn’t say anything last time. Don’t worry about it.” Yeah, they clearly didn’t.

He only nodded weakly for a moment before his gaze seemed to shift somewhere, eyes wide yet again. “Wha– It’s already this late!? I missed the train too!” He pointed out in shock before dropping his head. “This is bad…” 

“Well, you were pretty much asleep.”

“ It’s over… My life is over… ”

“All you did was miss a train!” He was a handful sometimes, wasn’t he? “Just wait for the next one. I’m sure it’ll arrive soon.”

And then silence for a moment. They would like to ask directly. ‘ Is your work that exhausting? ’ but wouldn’t that be too much? Before he had been complaining but now he was just asleep. Wait, then that would be a stupid question, wouldn’t it? And also too personal. They didn’t even– Ah! Wait, good conversation starter!

“Say, we didn’t introduce ourselves last time, did we?” They began, trying desperately to find something. This is the second time they met now so who knows when they bumped into each other again. “I’m Ann Wolff. Ah, but just Ann is fine! And you are?”

A moment of silence, him looking away for a moment. Did they say too much? Go too far maybe? Conversing with strangers is hard! A tough battle to fight! Maybe they did go too far… Maybe… Perhaps? Uhm…

“Kannonzaka Doppo.” He slowly responded, very hesitantly, stuttering all too audible. 

“Kannonzaka–San? I’ll keep it in mind!” They may have said and yet… What else could one mention? Ugh, this was just horrible. ‘ Nice weather ’ maybe? No no no, that was not an option. Besides, it’s already dark! What weather!? Hah… How to small talk. Things they taught no one at school… Or they just suck at it.

And yet there would be a saving grace when the speakers echoed for a train arrival. Ann recognized it right away, one of theirs. Talk about timing. So they jumped up quickly, taking a deep breath before saying: “Ah, I’d like to keep talking but my train is about to arrive. Sorry!” 

They even had turned to Kannonzaka, trying to keep up their smile. “Try not to fall asleep again, alright?”

Being reminded of that seemed to make him at least slightly flinch, yet he nodded a little. “I won’t…” He responded, although a little quietly.

“Ok, it’s a promise! I’ll ask next time we meet!”

“Eh!? N… Next time!? But–”

“Hey, may as well. Maybe we’ll be lucky~” They may claim yet were not so sure. Then again, if they met once more they might meet again over and over. Just like in some stories where characters always bump into each other by ‘sheer coincidence’. 

Regardless, the train arrived, an empty one luckily. “Alright, gotta get going. Bye bye Kannonzaka–San.”

And then they turned away, quickly leaving to enter the train yet turning back to look through the window. All they could see from afar was said depressed salary man Kannonzaka, seeming to have his head still in a slightly surprised expression. Yet when they waved at him with a smile, he waved back as well, although a little weakly. 

Yeah, something told them that they will meet each other again.

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satosera ♾ infinitetime (self-ship) OLD WRITING that I kind of like - drabble - tooth-rotting fluff. re-post from my old self-ship account. bit of an abrupt ending.

The sun’s rays barely reached the blankets, held back by the pitch black curtains that served to protect him from waking too early. With the moon still hidden somewhere in the sky, which bled shades of blue and grey, the day was still in its early stage. All signs pointed to a rather rainy afternoon, but she, who was already awake, looked forward to the day, regardless. How couldn't she? There were her students she would teach later in the day, friends and co-workers she would have brunch with, and of course...

A groan disturbed the peaceful silence of the room, followed by the ruffling of sheets, which were then banned from the bed and discarded to the floor not too long after. Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, whined pitifully as his body seemed to forcefully drag him out of the dream world. As if to escape from reality's grasp, he cuddled closer into the comfort that his wife, Gojo Sera, provided, and nuzzled his face into her chest.

“Good morning to you, too,” Sera chuckled, entangling her fingers in his pure white locks, gently massaging his scalp. For just a moment, one of those fascinating cerulean eyes greeted her, before yet another groan escaped Satoru. He squeezed his eye shut again, almost as if he were uncomfortable. 

“Too bright?” his wife questioned, a hint of worry in her quiet tone. Without waiting for a coherent answer, which would have been nothing more than a nod, she reached over to the nightstand with her unoccupied arm, retrieving the remote control for the curtains.

Pressing a few buttons, the room darkened further, chasing the light away. Satoru opened his eye once more and hummed in appreciation, before looking up at her.

“You can keep ‘em closed, you know? There’s nothing important scheduled for today, and I know you must be exhausted.”

“Want to really see you, though,” Satoru sighed with a pout. Sera couldn’t help but smile, letting her fingers travel to his face, just underneath his eyes to trace the slightly swollen skin there. A crystal clear sign of his exhaustion. 

“I’ll bake you something nice today. Cake, cookies. Whatever you want, baby blues.”

A rosy blush dusted Satoru’s cheeks, the nickname causing his heart to flutter in his chest. After critically observing Sera’s face for a moment, he pressed his lips against the skin of her neck.

“Don’t want you to burn down the house. Or leave the bed.” 

Sera was quick to argue, “I’m starting to get the hang of it! You loved the last batch of cookies I made,” and Satoru couldn’t disagree with that. Heaving a sigh, too tired to properly tease his wife, he hid further away in her chest. His fingers traced her spine, feeling muscles tense beneath the skin when Satoru brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. 

“You can bake something tomorrow. I just want you to stay here.”

That was certainly an answer Sera could live with. “Tomorrow, then,” she agreed, propping herself up on one elbow. Immediately, the movement elicited another whine from her husband, who tightened his grip around her. 

“Don‘t worry, I‘m not leaving” Sera chuckled, changing their position so she was able to rest her chin on top of Satoru‘s head, after pressing a few loving kisses to his scalp. With a content sigh, he let himself all but melt into her. This must be heaven, Satoru caught himself thinking, as he always did during their slower mornings, when it was just the two of them; no alarms or frantic pounding at the door from their driver.

“Love you s‘much, wifey.”

He was already at the verge of falling asleep again, Sera could tell. Smiling from ear to ear, she pressed yet another kiss to Satoru’s head, caressing the back of it with her other hand.

“Love you too. So much.”

His face burst into the sweetest smile, too, which stayed on his lips until he drifted off to sleep again.

#♡ — satosera ∞ infinitetime #self ship #self shipping community #self ship community #f/o x s/i #f/o x self insert #selfship comfort #selfship community #selfship fanfiction #self shipping #yumeship #gojo satoru x oc #🫧.;* sera’s creations

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ramo d'ulivo - chapter 1 of ?

ship(s): the master x olive x the doctor word count: 2,436 content warnings: plane crash, bombs, character has a panic attack (or two), a marriage/relationship ending poorly, overreacting/misunderstanding as a plot device notes: this episode is heavily inspired by the dw episode spyfall i. i followed the plot of the episode very closely, but only dialogue was copied. also, this is my 1,000th post!!

The air was stale and stagnant as the group stood in silence. Side eyes were exchanged between the humans, but no one had the confidence to speak up and ask why the Doctor seemed so taken aback.

“Mm.” O’s voice rumbled as a chuckle rose from deep within his throat. “Got me. Well done.”  Olive stood behind him with furrowed brows and tried to ignore the fear creeping up her spine. Once it reached the base of her skull, she shuddered. What was happening? Olive had only ever felt such a strong sense of unease in the presence of the Doctor’s most nefarious enemies, so why was it happening now? As far as she was aware, there were no Cybermen about, so she shouldn’t be getting the chills like this. Goosebumps spread over her arms and, as the hair on the back of her neck stood up, she suppressed a shiver. Graham finally broke the suffocating silence by speaking up.

“What’s going on, Doc?” He wondered, shifting his weight nervously as his blue eyes darted around the plane. He was doing his best to read everyone’s expressions, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong. It was just a simple slip-up between friends, right? After all, neither the Doctor nor O seemed particularly dangerous; their conversation had just become… uncomfortable. Everyone’s eyes turned to the Time Lord as they held their breath.

“I don’t know.” she breathed out. Olive bit her tongue. Something was wrong and the fact that she couldn’t pinpoint the source had her hearts pounding. O clasped his hands together and turned toward the window

“You’d better take a look outside.” The man grinned, flicking his head to the side. Olive mustered up enough courage to peek over his shoulder and gasped at the sight. The little home that he had shared with her for the past few months was flying alongside the plane; almost as if it’d been plucked from the Earth beneath them. What kind of weird, alien crap was going on now? Were the glowing humanoids behind this, or was O an entirely separate species? Had Olive been flirting with another alien?!

Graham didn’t seem very impressed by the whole ordeal.

“How’s your house out there?” he wondered out loud; almost as if he wasn’t fully comprehending the situation that was unfolding before them. From the corner of her eye, Olive could see her wife softly shake her head. Oh, this was bad; very, very bad. Her beloved Time Lord wasn’t pacing about or interrogating anyone- shouting to find an answer- which meant she was currently going through extreme, mental turmoil.

“A bit Wicked Witch of the West, but you get the gist.” O playfully shrugged before shooting a wink at Ryan. 

“No-” The Doctor murmured, studying the man’s face for anything that would tell her this was some cruel joke. A sudden, violent realization hit Olive like a brick wall and her knees nearly buckled from underneath her. Looking up at O, she felt ill.

“No!” The brunette echoed, stumbling back and bumping into the seat behind her. O’s grin spread wider and a crazed look took its place in his eyes.

“Oh, come on, Doctor- catch up. You can do it.”  Yaz shot a sideways glance to Graham, who looked beyond confused by this little fuss their group had gotten caught up in. She turned her head to Ryan and noted that he had the same look of dumbfoundedness on his face, telling her absolutely nothing about their current situation. Great. A light, breathy groan escaped past the Doctor’s lips and she suddenly wanted to bury her face in her hands and scream. She chose to restrain herself, however, and allowed her eyes to dart between ‘O’ and Olive. Her hearts dropped and she felt sick to her stomach.

“That’s my name and that,” he gestured to her face, “is why I chose it!” The man beamed, holding back a laugh as the Time Lord nearly doubled over in shock. “Oh, so satisfying.” he cooed. He turned and winked at Olive, who seemed just as stunned as her wife. The joy he felt as he watched panic wash over them was nearly impossible to contain and he began to bounce on his heels. “Doctor,” his teasing voice rang throughout the plane, “I did say, ‘look out for the spymaster.’ Or, should I say, spy… ‘Master?’” Olive leaned against the chair behind her and held a hand over her heart. It was beating so fast that it made her dizzy and she could barely tell that he’d given a small wave alongside his grand reveal. “Hi.” 

“You can’t be.” The Doctor whispered; her shoulders trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. Her brown eyes looked between the Master and her wife as she continued to absentmindedly shake her head. 

“Oh, I can be.” He purred. “I very much am.” Olive weakly lifted her head and felt her vision blur when she noticed the blonde woman staring at her. She shuddered.

“So what’s going on? He’s not really O?” Ryan asked, desperate to understand his friend’s odd behavior. Just as Graham was about to repeat his grandson’s question, the black-haired man looked over to the Doctor’s companions and smiled proudly. 

“I’m her greatest enemy.” He excitedly announced. “Call me Master.” The older man took a step back and looked confused by this sudden demand.

“Call you what?” He questioned; an incredulous look on his face. Ryan furrowed his brows together in disgust. 

“Master?” He murmured, trying to ignore just how weird their situation was becoming.

“Me and her go way, way, way, back. Olive and I, though, only go way back.” He grinned proudly as he glanced back at the brunette; only for him to raise an eyebrow when he noticed the two women making intense eye contact. Strangely enough, the human seemed terrified of her wife’s gaze; almost as if a bomb were about to detonate. Well, the Master thought to himself, there was a bomb about to detonate, but this one was a less interesting, metaphorical bomb. 

“Olive.” the Doctor whispered; her voice low and raspy. The shorter woman swallowed hard and nodded slightly; dreading what was to come. “You knew?!” she exploded, anger lacing her voice as she lurched forward. “You lied to us?” Sure, her wife had grown a soft spot for a handful of hostile, alien creatures in the past, but the Master always showed himself to be irredeemable. How could she have gone soft for him of all people? 

“No.” The girl replied, shaking her head in disbelief. “No- I didn’t, I-”

“How could you not know?!” The woman continued, scowling with hatred when the other Time Lord grinned at her wife. Sure, it would’ve hurt to have known that she’d accidentally collaborated with the Master, but to knowingly trust him was too far. After all, Olive had witnessed his cruelty firsthand; not only did she know he was a killer, but he’d kidnapped her multiple times! What stung the most, however, was the fact that Olive had once promised to always be on her side.

This cut far too deep for the Doctor to keep a level head; not only was everyone in danger, but Olive was supposed to be one of the only people she could trust. “You lived with him for months, Olive- months!” The woman opened her mouth to speak up for herself, but no words formed on her tongue. Instead of being able to deny her apparent betrayal in front of her life partner and friends, she was forced to hold back tears as fear welled up inside her. With a shaky breath, she did her best to collect herself and pushed her shoulders back. 

 “You don’t understand.” she whispered, her voice cracking. The man in front of her patted Olive on the back and he laughed as the situation unfolded. This hadn’t been a part of his plan, but the Master always loved getting to see the Doctor suffer, so he wasn’t going to complain.

“Tell me why.” The Doctor demanded- voice straining to hold back her anger and hurt. “Did you have a good reason? It’s certainly not hypnotism- he’s already tried and failed that.” The last sentence hung in the air for a few, agonizing moments before she spoke up again. “What have I done to you to deserve this?” Tears finally spilled down Olive’s cheeks and she shook her head. There was nothing she could say to quell her wife’s worries if she wasn’t willing to believe her.

“What about Barton?” Yaz interjected, growing increasingly more uncomfortable as the one-sided argument continued.

“Barton!” The Doctor gasped, jumping into action as if her panic had overridden her anger. She turned and darted down the aisle towards the cockpit, only to nearly collapse when he wasn’t there. With a quick once-over of the compartment, she returned to her friends who grimaced at the sight of her wild, wide-eyed look. “Where is he? What have you done to him?” The Master grinned and replied with a teasing shrug.

“Who’s flying the plane, then?” Graham blurted out, looking to Yaz and Ryan. He then lifted his head to see if the Doctor had an answer, only for the dark-eyed man in front of him to frown.

“Wrong question. Check the seat.” he said- chiding them for such a silly question. The other Time Lord ran back up the aisle and disappeared inside the cockpit, granting the group a moment to turn to Olive.  Her hands were visibly trembling and tears were streaming down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. Oh dear, the Master hummed to himself, I’ve never given her a panic attack before. What an honor. Out of her friends, Yaz in particular seemed extremely concerned for the woman and flew to her side.

“Olive?” she whispered, running a gentle hand over her shoulder. As expected, the brunette couldn’t form words and was only able to shake her head frantically. From the other room, the Doctor shouted in disbelief and everyone (excluding Olive) turned to face one another.

“Cockpit bomb!” The Master gleefully revealed. “Short fuse,” he turned to Ryan and gave him a playful nudge, “I can relate to that.” The Doctor ignored his rambling and quickly tore her Sonic from her pocket; aiming it at the bomb before activating it. 

The sound of the screwdriver seemed to send the strange man into hysterics as Graham watched him slam his fist into the chair next to him. “Now, did you really think I would not make that sonic-proof, Doctor?” He roared, spitting out the woman’s name as if it were a curse. She let out a frustrated noise in return. “Come on!” he shouted. “Deadlock sealed! And- I made sure- no parachutes on board.” 

“There must be a way!” The blonde cried, standing in the doorway with tousled hair and panic in her eyes. Yaz continued to rub small circles into Olive’s back; doing her best to comfort her despite the chaos unfolding around them.

“But where’s Barton?” She asked softly, trying not to induce any more panic within their little group. She made eye contact with Ryan, who began to scan the plane for any signs of the man. The Master turned and gave the woman a teasing smile. 

“Called off before take-off.” He said with a sing-song tone. “By me!” The man turned and approached Olive, causing Yaz to take a few, cautious steps back. He dropped to his knees beside her in an attempt to catch the girl’s gaze. “You looking to get out of here, Olive?” he teased; unable to hide his growing grin. “Cos I don’t have much faith you’d survive the crash. Human things, yeah? You understand.” She shook her head, but the Master patted her on the shoulder and ignored it. Graham took a step forward towards the two- ready to shove the Time Lord- but the man lept back and smiled to himself. “Just in case you do survive, meet these guys!” He spun on his heel and whistled- adding a snap for extra pizazz. On cue, two of the glowing humanoids manifested beside him and the Master gripped the seats on either side of him.

“I can’t!” The Doctor shouted from afar. “I can’t do it!” She turned and ran back to her friends before diving onto the floor; a loud boom splitting the air as a wave of heat washed over them. Ryan’s ears were ringing and he flinched from the scalding blast, but there was no time to recover. He soon found himself clutching onto the back of a chair, nails digging into the fabric as he prayed that he wouldn’t be expelled from the plane. With the cabin no longer pressurized, it felt as if all the air had been sucked from everyone’s lungs; practically forcing a scream out of their throats. It made for a rather rude interruption to Olive’s crying, but it certainly snapped her out of the fear-filled stupor she had been engulfed by. Her hand flew forwards to grab onto something- anything- only for her to feel warm skin touching hers. She immediately wanted to recoil- to get far away from the Master- but the adrenaline rushing through her refused to loosen her grip. The Time Lord gave a harsh laugh at the gesture and looked between the aliens and his rival.

“One last thing! There’s something you should know in the seconds before you die.” He shouted over the sound of wind rushing past them. The Doctor did her best to look up at him as she wrapped her arms around the armrest next to her. The Master paused to let the finality of his words sink in; the severity of them reinforced by the extreme turbulence and lack of oxygen. “Everything you think you know… is a lie.” Again, the Master grinned and Olive felt his hand spin to grab hers. Her heart began to pound harder, but she wasn’t sure if it was from her approaching death or the oddly gentle gesture. “Gotcha.” He hissed at the Doctor.

His free hand moved to reveal a small object from his pocket and joyously held it above his head as if he was mocking the humans. Despite stumbling in the wind, he held onto the girl and brought the device down to his face. As soon as he pressed the top with a dramatic flourish, Olive found herself on a cold, hard surface with a dull pain in her head. 

This, she imagined, was the afterlife.

#m; ive been fooled many times; but you seem to truly be mine #d; youre a book thats not quite finished but ill watch you fill the page #my writing #selfship community #selfship #selfshipping #selfship fic #selfship fanfiction

[theselfshippingwitch]

JanAUary - Video Rental Store AU

(Divider by @saradika-graphics)

Ship: Ray x Violet Word count: 1170 Summary: Aspiring horror writer Violet's boring night at her job in the video store gets more lively when an intriguing stranger comes in looking for an obscure tape Rating: General Audiences Notes: For JanAUary run by @bioexorcizm and @eternally-smitten. Thanks for the prompt guys! also both of the movies mentioned in this fic are real look it up

(Banner by @benkeibear)

As far as jobs you take to keep a roof over your head while living in New York City and establishing a writing career go, this one wasn’t so bad. Violet sighed as she sat behind the counter of the video rental store. It was a slow night. Most nights were slow nights. This wasn’t exactly a popular spot, far from a Blockbuster, just a regular mom-and-pop video store, the kind of place you don’t even need a uniform to work at, just a handwritten name tag on your Invisible Man T-shirt you’re wearing with your old jeans and converse sneakers. Violet would fall asleep if she could. She cleaned the shelves and organized and reorganized the tapes. Nothing to do now but wait for customers that weren’t coming.

The door opened beside her. A customer! He smiled as he made eye contact with her. “Hi, there!” He said. It was always awkward when the customer was more sociable than Violet. She still had trouble greeting people as they came in the door. “Hello!” She smiled. He’s cute, she can’t help but notice. Pretty red hair and brown eyes. One of those sweet faces that makes a person look affable right away. Violet watches him as he weaves in and out of the shelves, looking for something and apparently not finding it. He went to the horror section first, she noted. Her favorite. What was he looking for? She thought if she offered her help she could find out. Just as she made up her mind on what to say, he beat her to the punch again.

“Hi again! Do you happen to have a copy of Fiend Without A Face?”

Violet smiled. “Fiend Without A Face?”

“Yeah, it’s this old horror movie from the 50s…” He began to blush and he attempted to explain himself.

“No, I know that movie! It’s one of my favorites!” She couldn’t believe it. He was looking for something so obscure even this tiny little independent video store wouldn’t have it. 

The way he smiled when she said she knew it, the fondness in his eyes, she could have cried. “Really? Mine too! The creature design in that movie is unbelievable!”

“I know! And the stop motion is pretty amazing. It makes me wish the monsters weren’t invisible for most of the movie.”

“Yeah! I’m such a big fan of stop motion, It’s part of the reason why I love these movies from the 50s. Everything is practical, it’s so fascinating to learn how they accomplished everything with not very much. I mean, the stop motion in Fiend is no Ray Harryhausen, but it’s still pretty fantastic!”

“Definitely! I love a good stop motion monster. Most of the other movies from the era just have guys in costume. This movie and The Monster Who Challenged The World are the only two I’ve seen that use stop motion for their monsters.”

“Oh my gosh, The Monster Who Challenged The World! That’s another one of my favorites!”

“Mine too!” 

God, this man was easy to talk to, Violet thought. She couldn’t remember a time she felt so at ease talking to another person, and a stranger, no less. A handsome stranger. A stranger who just got more attractive the more she looked at him.

“So, I take it you don’t have it here?”

“Well, we don’t have it, but I do. I recorded it to VHS when it was playing on TV at 3am once. I keep it in the break room as part of my personal collection for when I can sneak away from the counter.” She leaned in closer, like she was telling a secret someone else besides the only two people in an otherwise empty store could overhear. “Want to see?”

He nodded eagerly. She flipped open the counter for him and he walked behind it. He followed her into the break room, where multiple piles of tapes with handwritten labels were stacked. “These are all yours?” he asked.

“This is the only place where I have time to watch them anymore. When I’m not at this job, I’m writing.” She found the tape she was looking for and popped it in to the player.

“What are you writing?”

“A ghost story.”

“Cool!”

After one or two commercials, the movie began. “Wow, this tape is great!”

"I didn't know how to get the commercials off the tape..." Violet began, apologetically.

"Yeah, but that's alright. It's still really good!"

“Do you wanna borrow it?”

“Really? You would let me do that?”

“Sure!”

“Wow! I promise I’ll bring it right back here. Gee, I wish there was some way I could make it up to you.”

Violet looked at him, still enthralled by the tape, this child-like enthusiasm and energy she just couldn’t get enough of. He was so easy to talk to. She felt like she could say anything. She felt like a different person, someone better than what she normally was. She didn;t have to think ahead, she didn’t have to hesitate. Just say how you feel. “You could invite me to watch it with you.” 

The glowing smile left his face, replaced by an expression of surprise as his face turned red. His eyes met hers, and the smile that came next was different. Shy. Small. “I…O-okay! Yeah, I would like that!” He stuttered as he said it, and for a second Violet panicked, like maybe he felt like she just put him into an awkward situation he couldn’t see a way out of. But then he continued. “But, I was gonna show it to my friends! So, they would be there, too. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Violet said.

“But, maybe you and I could grab dinner sometime! Just us. So we can talk 50s B-movies some more?” He asked, timidly. The switch from such high energy to quiet, unsure shyness was so endearing to Violet, she couldn’t help but feel flattered by his nervousness. 

Now Violet was grinning. ‘Sure!” She realized she had no idea what his name was, and since he wasn’t about to buy anything, she wouldn’t find out through the name on his card. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I should’ve introduced myself earlier. I’m Ray.”

“Ray.” She repeated. “Hang on a second.” She went back to the counter and pulled out some receipt paper from the cash register. She wrote down her name and number. “Give me a call any time you wanna talk horror movies.” She popped the tape out of the player and handed it to him, along with the receipt paper. 

“I will!” He practically stumbled out from behind the counter, not taking his eyes off of her. “I’ll see you soon, Violet!”

“Bye, Ray!” She waved, still blushing as he looked at her through the window as he walked down the sidewalk. “Ray…” she repeated softly to herself in the empty store. It seemed quieter than ever now that he was gone. The thought she had to hold on to, in order to get through her shift, was the last words he said to her. They would see each other again, soon.

#ghostbusters #ray stantz #the real ghostbusters #self ship #ray x violet #selfship #self shipping #janauary2024 #self insert fic #selfship fanfiction

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

When teasing goes a bit too far [pt.2]

Characters: Asra (he/they, The Arcana), Vassago (they/them, @lost-in-azalea-forest's S/I)

Mentioned: N (they/them, S/I), Nadia (she/her, The Arcana)

Selfships: Asra and Vassago (platonic), Asra and N (queerplatonic), Nadia and Vassago (romantic)

Words: 1k

Summary: Asra may need a little bit of advice, and there's no better person to trust with this than their best friend.

Notes: I love Vas' selfships and Im gonna make it everyone's problem XD

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Epilogue

Maybe talking about it with a close friend would help.

Or maybe not, as that also meant talking with N's sibling and, for some reason, that thought was winning over his will to bring up the topic. Tea parties with Vassago were long either way, so he was sure their little worry could stay unnoticed even if they procrastinated mentioning it, saying out loud the question that had been wandering in their mind. 

It wasn't like him to worry that much about someone else's opinion on a matter of his. But they were talking about Vas, his dear friend and whom N had chosen as family. If he really wanted someone's advice on the topic, there was no other person they could trust more than them. At that point, the idea of the plan possibly going wrong wasn't even an option.

"By the way, how are things with Nadia?" he genuinely asked, partly to prepare the atmosphere for what he was about to mention.

"Huh?" They looked at him over the tea cup. "Great, I think. We are actually planning to go on a trip soon, just the two of us. It sounds a bit like a challenge in terms of security because of her being the Countess and all, but..."

"Oh, so a romantic trip, huh?" Asra teased, pinching Vas' arm. "You know, you can count on me if you two need to suddenly disappear from the castle or something like that."

"Right, what would I do without my fellow magician friend?"

"Exactly, someone needs to cover Nadia up while she gets all lovey-dovey with you, and I'm obviously perfect for the job."

"Thank you, thank you," they said as they brought the tea cup to their mouth again in an attempt to hide their light blush. "We haven't even decided where to go yet, but I appreciate that you're willing to help. And, talking about trips, do you have a place in mind for your next one?"

"Well, I... I also haven't decided yet. To be honest, there's been something else in my mind these days."

"Uhm? Do you feel like sharing it?" Vas asked before taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, I actually wanted to ask you about it. So, uhm," he swallowed saliva, somehow still hesitant to what he was about to say. "What would you think if N and I got married?"

Vassago choked on their tea. After some awkward coughs and Asra offering them a napkin, their eyes went to their friend. Seeing their surprise, Asra couldn't help but look away for a moment as drops of embarrassment started to rain on his heart.

"Sorry, it just surprised me," they clarified, putting the napkin away. "Are you serious about this? Do they know?"

"It's... complicated?" He let out a nervous chuckle. "We just kind of teased each other about it, so I'm not sure about how much of it was serious for them."

"And you're still thinking about it?"

"...Yeah. I just— I got this feeling inside every time they called me their spouse, and I can't take it out of my head," Asra sighed. "I really can't."

"Man, you're whipped."

"Shut up," they laughed as he reached for Vas' arm to pinch it again, although now leaving his hand there to softly hold them. "I am... really lost on how to proceed. I don't wanna end up making N uncomfortable in any way."

"And you came to me for advice? Asra, I like listening to you, but do I look like I've gotten married before?"

"Come on, haven't you thought about it with Nadia? I bet you have more ideas than I do."

Vassago went silent, taking a moment to think about it as their cheeks got redder. As soon as they saw Asra giving them a confident smile, they rushed to stop their train of thought and put the conversation back on track.

"Don't try to confuse me, you magic man," they joked, although trying to maintain a serious expression. "We are talking about you here."

"Right, right, whatever dear Vassago says."

"Exactly, and you better confess now what your plans are, I have a sibling to protect here. So?"

"I have no idea."

He let his body fall in a tired and slow manner, resting his weight against Vas' side. They did not intend to hide anything: Asra's mind simply couldn't imagine the proposal, yet they could perfectly picture the future N and him would share afterwards. It was a bit embarrassing, but it was the truth.

"Can't I just, like... wake up one day with N being my spouse already?"

Vassago chuckled at his question, and Asra just closed their eyes as they relaxed by his friend's side.

"I'm no expert, but I don't think it works like that. What makes you think they won't be the one to propose, though?"

"They may have, hm, asked me where their ring was." Asra hid behind one of his hands as they heard Vas gasp.

"And you are still unsure about it?"

"Listen, they could have just been teasing, you know them. I don't think I can read them when it comes to this, or perhaps I'm just too impatient to just wait without knowing if it'll ever really happen," they groaned, confused. "I really don't know, Vas."

"Hmm, it does sound complicated."

"I hope it isn't as hard for you when you plan how to propose to Nadia."

Vas hit them on his chest. Jokingly, of course, getting a smile out of the two friends.

"I can see you worrying over getting her ring size right."

"Asra, focus."

"Alright, alright" he repeated in a whining tone. "Got any advice for me, my wise Vassago?"

"Talk about it with N."

"Huh?"

"Just as I said. If their thoughts and feelings on the matter are worrying you so much, maybe you should try to talk it out," they explained, looking at him. "I know N will appreciate the communication."

"Seriously bringing this up will be a challenge..."

"Come on, you mentioned you have already been called their spouse. Talking about all of that again shouldn't be thaaat hard."

"Make Nadia call you her husband and see if you dare repeat that to my face then," Asra challenged them, provoking a short silence with his seemingly bold idea. "But I guess you're right, yeah. I despise the idea of hurting N too much to not ask them."

"Well said." Vassago gave them some back pats that ended in a side hug. "You can do this, Asra."

#f/o community #self ship community #self shipping #self ship #f/o #selfship #words from me to you #safeship #safeshipping #selfship fanfic #selfship fanfiction #self insert

[nyandereneko]

Spare Blanket

Word Count: 701 Summary: “With a reassuring smile and a confident squeeze of the hand, Nova followed Qifrey’s lead as the pair set off to find a cozier nest to settle into for the night.” Author’s Note: Day 5 of the prompt list I’ve been working from, Qifrey brain descended out of nowhere but I’m not complaining lol. Thank you for reading as always!

*****

She always seemed to catch him dozing in the most peculiar places. Slumped over a chair in the kitchen here, passed out at the drawing table there, squirreled away in who knows what kind of nook that she just so happened to be passing by at the time. As the hushed hours of night settled over the remote atelier, Nova could hear subtle notes of the evening’s ambiance ebb and flow through the halls, suffusing the air, caressing her ears with the comforting hum of the surrounding wilderness. The crackle of a fire or the stirring of pots had developed into a similar kind of comfort for her, much as she’d come to recognize the distinct rustle of a certain witch’s robes or the deft glide of his nib staining parchment.  

Qifrey wasn’t as transparent with his exhaustion as his warmhearted Watchful Eye tended to be, but Nova was more than shrewd enough to notice which days seemed to hang over him like a cloud. And that didn’t even account for the episodes of agony that struck him from time to time, symptoms of some insidious malady that she was still somewhat apprehensive to treat. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help him, more that she suspected he may end up resenting her aid more than he appreciated it. It was easy for him to justify her intervention in the moment, but when the fog cleared she wasn’t as confident as he seemed to be that his gratitude was genuine and unwavering.

Magic wasn’t the only thing she had to offer him, of course, and apart from playing his occasional partner in crime she took it upon herself to look after him to a certain extent, as much as she safely could. And as much as he would permit, stubborn as the snow-haired witch was. Sometimes that took the form of something as simple as covering his sleeping shoulders as he slumbered at his workspace—much as she was doing now—being careful to extricate some of the more uncomfortable items from beneath his resting head as she fussed about. She closed up his books, compiled his scattered notes, and neatly stored his arsenal of tools for casting. She didn’t dare to encroach upon him any further as he slept, more than aware of the depth of discomfort and agitation he tended to exhibit when someone invaded his personal space without warning.

But just as she was turning to leave, something unexpected snagged her wrist. The woman let out a startled yelp, fur fluffing up like she’d been shocked, and she buttoned her lips as swiftly as she could as her cry faded into the air. There was no doubt she must have disturbed the fatigued witch’s rest, but much to her own surprise Nova found a weak hand halting her retreat as a single bleary blue eye observed her over the soft curve of his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I was just—”

“I believe I’m the one who owes you an apology,” he corrected between yawns, releasing his hold as he sat up and stretched. “It wasn’t my intention to catch you off guard, I’m sorry for startling you.”

“No apologies necessary,” she replied with a smile. “However, I think you’d be more comfortable if you found somewhere a little softer and warmer to rest.”

“Am I to assume you have some such place in mind?” he asked with a playful edge, and Nova cleared her throat and swept a horde of unproductive thoughts into the darkest, dustiest corner of her mind she could find.

“Not necessarily, but it’s not like there’s a shortage of cozy places to curl up in around here.”

Qifrey rose from his seat, swaddling her in his cloak as she gasped and yielded to his embrace. “Let’s see what we can find, then, shall we?”

Nova simply nodded her agreement. She didn’t think she had the strength to voice a coherent reply, but her gesture of acknowledgement was more than sufficient enough for him. With a reassuring smile and a confident squeeze of the hand, Nova followed Qifrey’s lead as the pair set off to find a cozier nest to settle into for the night.

#self insert #selfship #selfshipping #oc x canon #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #selfship fic #selfship fanfiction #self insert writing #my writing #ck writes #my self insert #my self insert writing #inkheart #inkheart writing #god i just want the wha anime so bad hufhueshfefs

[jokerislandgirl32]

This Is Too Easy: A Wild Violet One Shot

Summary: Zach Varmitech wants to have an animal collection party for himself, but with his assistant Violet tagging along, this proves to be problematic. She will not shut up! She just keeps harping about how the Wild Ratts will foil his plan. Well, he can’t have that. He’ll have to find some way to silence her so he can enact his evil scheme: Even if it results in him using his lips for more than talking.

So last year, I decided to take a wack at the 2023 Year of the OTP Event here on Tumblr and A03.

The link to the event with the prompts can be found here: @yearoftheotpevent!

I only wrote/completed a couple works for the event, and this was for the month of February to fulfill the prompt: “If I kiss you, will you shut up?” I’ve previously posted it to A03 and Fanfiction.net, but now I am posting it to Wattpad and making the “master post” here. The links for the story can be found below as well as a list of potential warnings!

I hope you all enjoy this little story if you have not read it yet. Feel free to let me know what you think! I may post more stories with Zach and Violet or my other f/os and s/is (Arthur x Amelia or Merrill x Emmaline) that fill these prompts! If you have any suggestions or requests, I’d be happy to hear them!

Warnings: This is one of, if not the mildest, works I have completed. The only warnings which apply to this piece are bickering, plotting and scheming, manipulating, implied animal abuse (because Zach uses the animals as robots as we know), and kissing/a makeout session.

#wild kratts #zach varmitech #wild kratts zach #love zach varmitech #wild violet au #ziolet #violet varmitech #wild kratts fanfiction #quillber’s birthday present #this is too easy: wv one shot #one shot #wild kratts fanfic #selfship fanfiction #self ship #selfship #f/o x s/i #wild kratts oc #tw kissing #kissing #arguing #manipulation #flirting #episode rewrite #fluffy fanfiction #romance fanfiction

[lake-archive]

A Game Of Pretend

AO3 Link - The Love Antics Of Dark Mages Masterlist

Fandom: Puyo Puyo

Characters: Schezo Wegey, Minako (OC), Nyeli (by @watersofcamelot) (mentined)

Words: 1,381

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A knight… The little fella sure has an interesting take on what a knight is. Honestly, the first few seconds Schezo could not believe his ears. A knight… He and a knight… That could not be further from the truth. Such imagery is not something befitting for him! Well, that and it just was not true in any way. Someone chivalrous, of good nature, sweeping in when people are in need… This is not something anyone would describe him as. And he himself would also not make such a bold claim. After all, he was not like a certain justice seeking fool and will never be… 

It was just too far–fetched. He was anything but a knight! He was a dark mage first and foremost, a man practiced in the dark arts and always seeking for more and more power! Hunting for more, day by day! So hearing anyone call him that… It had put him off a little, he had to admit. He didn’t even know how to respond to it. Then again, maybe he would have said something with less hesitation if it had literally been anyone else. But disappoint a cute, little guy like this? No, he couldn’t. 

Not when seeing him so insistent. Not when seeing him so eager. Not when seeing his utmost desire. It was hard to resist because one wrong word and his world might have come crumbling down right then and there. And at the end Schezo just couldn’t bring it over himself. He should have but he couldn’t. Because the next image flashing into his head was the tiny one, with drooping ears and eyes filled with tears, the look of shattering disappointment. So in the end he had first said it without thinking, promising to teach the tiny cat–like creature. 

But once it had kicked all in he was hit with a wave of regret, wondering just what he had gotten himself into. A knight… Him, having to teach someone the ways of a knight. How could he do that if he wasn’t one? After all, he had been robbed from this opportunity for ages now. Having once been naive, claiming to ‘ become a man to achieve great things ’ and promising to never use dark magic ever again after escaping that dreaded place he had been trapped in…

And yet, it had not come to this. And it was eating him up, also literally. Bit by bit, piece by piece. He could feel how it was all devouring him to no end, all on the inside. It was sometimes hard to keep a straight face, to not just fall into other habits, habits he swore off some time ago. Even if it slowed it all down, it was better than succumbing. 

Oh where has this all gone? “ I won’t use dark magic ever again after I escape! ” Shallow words nowadays, more than shallow. A false promise… Preventing him from ever achieving more. This is not what a knight should be doing after all… Let alone a hero.

And yet, the lie had carried on. Which one? All of them. Schezo was doing nothing but playing a game of pretend. But if it was for the little one… He had to endure. He swore himself to endure the pain, all of it. It should be fine. It will all be fine. Besides, he was no stranger to regular training. And such training was one every knight had to go through. Or had he been wrong about that?

Honestly, he was just taking a wild guess at this point. How was he supposed to know any of this to begin with? He had never been there and he will never be there. But that was beside the point, was it not? Yeah, besides the point… But good luck explaining that to his ‘big sister’ at least that was what he assumed she was.

The white haired woman he had found in his cave, having collapsed from hunger weeks ago by then. Apparently she had caught wind of Schezo’s current actions and honestly it may not even be a surprise. And even then, she was glaring at him that time, her red gaze sharp. Usually it would leave him unfazed and he would have told her off… But her question cut deep, even if she didn’t know.

“What’s this about a ‘knight’ I hear!?” She asked, raising her voice a little bit. She was clearly not pleased, at all. “What nonsense were you telling Nyeli!?”

“I wasn’t telling him anything!” Schezo responded, almost defensive sounding. 

“Right, telling him nothing! What are you up to!?”

“I’m being serious here! I was not telling him anything at all! No fairytales, no stories, no lies! He came to me!”

“That…” She went silent for a short moment, as if considering his words for a moment before sighing, though agreement audible. “Alright, fair. That does sound like Nyeli after all. But that still won’t explain why you were lying to him.”

“Are you asking me to make a child cry?” He countered, slightly annoyed. “Are you asking to be punished by my sword!?”

“P… Punished by your—” She was close to repeating before becoming silent for a very short moment, only staring… Staring and staring… That was until he saw her face turning completely red, matching her eyes even, and she suddenly raised her hand, pointing a finger right at him, then continuing to shout. “Excuse me!? Watch your mouth or I will teach you myself what actual dark magic tastes like! Creeper!”

For a moment he wondered why she was so upset… Until he noticed, quickly correcting himself. “Hold on, no! That’s not what I meant at all!”

“How else am I supposed to understand your—”

“What I meant was that I will handle you myself if—! Wait…”

“That doesn’t sound any better!” She only became louder.

All he could do was sigh by then. It was best to not try correcting himself or the third time might become the worst. He was not about to have the conversation derail into that, far from it. “Nevermind… In any case, I’m not going to crush his hopes like that.”

Finally, the woman in front of him was calming down. She lowered her arm and her expression became a little calmer and her volume decreased when she spoke up next, though she seemed a little confused. “Not crush his hopes? Nyeli’s?”

“I told you before, didn’t I? I won’t make him cry. And if he wants to learn, then so be it. I’m not going to disappoint him now.”

“Dis… appoint? So… You are doing that for his sake?”

“For who else’s?” His own? She shouldn’t make him nearly laugh like that… If he could, that is. “So, will you keep your mouth shut or do I have to beg you on my knees?”

“B.. Beg? As if—”

“I will if I have to if it means you shut your yap and don’t tell him about anything.” He said, ever so serious. He probably shouldn’t and having to live with this title is going to crush him one way or another… But he was not going to crush a young one’s dreams like that. He couldn’t bring himself to do that. And if he had to do anything to get her to be quiet… Then so be it. “Don’t tell him about this conversation we just had, ever. Just let me train him, alright?”

A moment of silence, he could feel her gaze one way or another. And yet, his own did not change. He meant every word he just said. Every single one. So… In the end… Could he get her to agree? The answer was obvious…

“Fine, I won’t. But it’s also just for Nyeli’s sake. Not to entertain whatever game you want to play.”

Of course she would phrase it like that… “I’m not playing any games here!” He corrected for a moment, though at the end added a little more softly: “And… Thank you.”

Assuming a role he will never be… And yet, this was going to be something Schezo has to learn how to handle… He should be fine however, shouldn’t he? Yeah… He’ll learn how to deal with it, one way or another.

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #selfship fanfiction #self ship fanfic #self ship fanfiction #selfship fic #selfship fanfic #yumejoshi #yumeship #self ship #selfship #self ship community #selfship community #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #schezo wegey #puyo puyo schezo #My Dark Mage Loser Bf #Schezina

[astral-express-family]

Bennett & Bianca birthday fic yippee!! ^-^

(Shhh ik it's basically midnight this is on-brand for me)

The sun streams through the window, forcing Bennett to open his eyes. He can already hear birds chirping, so he swings himself out of bed. For once, he doesn't fall out of his bed. He glances around, a bit surprised, before he changes into his usual outfit.

When he swings open the door, there's a figure on the couch. At the creaking door, the figure turns to face him. Dark green eyes, an upturned lip, white hair pulled into a ponytail...

"Bee?" he asks, confused. It does explain why he didn't fall out of bed. For the first time ever, he has his twin sister to share his birthday with. She smiles, a genuine one, and hops up from the couch. Her ponytail wisps back and forth as she approaches him. She pulls her twin brother into a hug, and Bennett squeezes her just as tightly. They pull apart, and Bennett's eyes sweep over her. She's dressed in her usual outfit, including the heeled boots. She has ditched the feather boa, interestingly enough, drawing attention to the necklace hanging loosely around her throat. She clears her throat and says, "What do you say we get our day started?"

Bennett smiles, claps his hands, and takes off through his house.

A chorus of "Happy birthday, kiddos!"s follow the twins through the house as they approach the dining room. Several of Bennett's dads sit around the table, chatting fondly. They all greet Bennett and Bianca fondly, laughing and clapping the twins on the back and ruffle their hair. Bianca huffs, but the fond smile on her face betrays her true feelings.

The small family sits and talks for about an hour, before there's a knock at the door. Before anyone can get up, somebody walks into the room. A familiar figure dressed in knee-length boots and shades of blue. She crosses her arms and leans on the wall, clearing her throat.

"Azzy!" Bennett exclaims excitedly, rushing over to embrace his adoptive sister. Bianca is close behind, and Aslia wraps her arms around her chosen siblings. She wishes them both a happy birthday genuinely, and then greets Bennett's dad before the three of them leave.

Bennett skips ahead, dragging Bianca right behind him. Aslia walks a bit behind them, a smile on rose face.

The day is spent running through the countryside, battling hilichurls and just generally having a good time. Even the usually harsh and closed-off Bianca is light, airy, and friendly. Everything goes well for the trio, and Aslia insists that the twins keep the loot. Every time Bennett finds something, he lights up like the sun that beats down upon them. Bianca giggles at that, socking her brother in the shoulder good-naturedly. Aslia rolls her eyes, smiling so wide it practically cracks rose face in half. Grass wisps around the twins' ankles as they run through it, pure and free. It brings a smile to Aslia's face, before ro jumps when Bennett playfully calls for rose to join them. And ro does, tackling Bianca into the grass. A smudge of dirt gets on her usually-pristine dress, but she just snorts and playfully shoves Aslia off of her. This somehow turns into the three siblings wrestling in the grass, rolling in the dirt and shoving each other.

As sun starts to dip lower in the sky, Aslia hops to her feet and brushed herself off. "We've gotta get back to town. C'mon, guys," she says. She holds out her hands, and each twin accepts one. Aslia pulls them both to their feet, before reaching up to pick a blade of grass out of Bennett's hair. Bennett blinks for a moment before saying, "Oh yeah, it is kinda late. Huh."

"And I am beginning to get hungry. Let us return to Mondstadt," Bianca adds.

They rush back to Mondstadt, making it back just as the sky starts to become painted in beautiful shades of pink and orange. Cyrus is seated at the bottom of the stairs to the Cat's Tail, and Katheryne is conspicuously absent from her usual post. Aslia calls, "Dad! We lost track of time, but we're back now!"

Cyrus stands up and greets them all fondly, hugging them one by one.

Bennett follows Cyrus and Aslia into the tavern, Bianca at his side.

"Happy birthday!"

A chorus of voices ring out the moment the twins cross the threshold of the tavern. Banners and hung all around, and large cakes are thrust into the field of vision of each twin. Lumine and Aether are holding the cakes, both smiling. Paimon pops a party popper, giggling as confetti rains onto the twins.

Wiping the confetti from his eyes, Bennett looks around the tavern. Diona is seated on top of the bar, waving. Fischl and Razor light up, both smiling and blowing a kiss Bennett's way. He doesn't see much else, though, because Marjorie runs over to squeeze him and his twin sister in a bone-crushing hug. She exclaims, "Happy birthday, you two!"

Bennett gets out a thank you, and Marjorie releases them with a small chuckle.

Bianca extricates herself and vanishes into the crowd, whilst a voice calls to Bennett from over at the bar. Kaeya is leaning there, raising a glass as he calls Bennett's name. The young adventurer beelines towards the knight, pausing to give Paimon a pat on the head and the Traveler siblings each a quick hug. As he draws closer he can see Diluc behind the counter. It's strange, seeing him behind this bar rather than that of the Angel's Share.

"Happy birthday, Benny," Kaeya chirps when Bennett draws near. Diluc echoes the sentiment, and so does a distracted Diona. She wanders off as Kaeya talks, Bennett listening intently. When arms wrap around his midsection from behind, he jumps. It's just Razor, though, so he relaxes. He continues his conversation with Kaeya, Diluc joining in as well.

Footsteps approach, and Bennett looks up. Surprisingly enough, he sees Katheryne standing before him. She offers him a small gift, and wishes him well. That explains why she wasn't at her stall. Huh, he'd never seen her outside of her little booth. Weird. Well, whatever. He thanks Katheryne warmly, and she ruffles his hair with a gentle smile.

There's talking, cake, and presents. Aslia is the last one to give a gift, claiming ro was "saving the best for last".

Ro gives each sibling an oddly-shaped wrapped package. Peeling back the paper, Bennett spots a small plush toy. Pulling it out fully, he sees it was obviously handcrafted. The stitches are messy in some places, but it was clearly made with great care. A small dog, with golden fabric and long, floppy ears. Bianca gets an owl, made with similar care.

"I hope you like them," Aslia murmurs, "I was working on them for a while."

Both twins launch themselves at her, wrapping her in the tightest hug they can.

This is the luckiest birthday of Bennett's life.

#selfship fanfiction #self ship fanfiction #familial selfship #familal self ship #familial selfshipping #familial self shipping #🔥⚔️ a blazing adventure | bennett #🍀🌑 a lucky adventure | bianca #s/i | aslia | genshin impact #not tagging everyone bc basically everyone's here lmao #💛❤️💜 brought together by fate 💜❤️💛