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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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When They Crush On You

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: I’ve finally gained access to all seasons of TMNT 2012! That means that I can finally watch them all the way from start to finish! So here’s a little headcanon to celebrate with💙❤️💜🧡

Warnings: None other than some spelling, idk.

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Leonardo:

Leonardo would be the responsible and reliable one and he prides himself that way. And just like with the rest of his family, he would see you and your safety as his responsibility. As Leo’s crush on you develops further and further, he would become even more protective and would make sure you're safe during missions. It would get to a point where he would text you to make sure you were okay, even if you weren’t coming along with him and his brothers. But it would go further than that. Leonardo would check up on you regularly with some form of excuse. Something happened on the mission and he needed to know you were okay. He saw something on the news so he would just check in. He broke the toaster and there was a spark, so he had to make sure it didn’t hurt you… even though you were in your own home. It didn’t take more than half a brain cell to realize that Leo was just looking for excuses to talk to you. But that didn’t change the fact that Leo did actually worry about your safety. He'd subtly offer you training sessions and enjoy spending one-on-one with you in the dojo - even though he would panic slightly whenever you got close to him. But even when he was about to mentally scream because of your close proximity, Leonardo would still compliment you on your skill. His compliments would be subtle, but his actions spoke volumes. He would compliment you often about the smallest things. Even though you didn’t seem to notice, Leo’s brothers would look at him like he was a lost cause. To a certain degree they were right. Because as Leonardo’s crush on you grew, he would only grow more and more flustered whenever you were around. You didn’t see it, but everyone else did. Wide eyes that would look in every direction, thinking of something to talk to you about, other than your skills in the dojo or their latest mission.

Raphael:

When Raphael first started crushing on you, not much of his behavior would change. He would stay his gruff turtle self with a small sarcastic comment every now and then. But as his feelings for you started to develop, his actions would follow suit. Raph would start to tease you more. Not like he did with his brothers, but in a more caring way. Yet he would never dare to admit it was because he liked you more than as a friend. Raph would poke you quite often. There was a need in him to be close to you, yet he did not know how to express it in a way he felt comfortable with. So therefore he would poke you, finding it hilarious and adorable if you got annoyed. Was he walking past you while you were eating? Poke. Had you been quiet for long while watching the TV? Poke. Were you talking to one of his brothers? He would continuously poke you until you directed your attention towards him, just to leave with a; “what? I didn’t do anything”. But as much as Raphael liked to tease you, he did not know how to react to the feeling of his beating heart whenever he saw you. As his feelings grew and his heart started beating faster, Raph would start to appear more aloof than usual. That would usually happen when he didn’t expect you to be around. The sheer shock of seeing without mentally preparing himself forced him to act as if you weren’t there. But when Raph was prepared for your pressens, he would annoy you like there was no tomorrow. He would challenge you to spontaneous sparring matches, wanting to see your skills and even show off his own. But as annoying as Raph could be, he would also be nice to you. He'd surprise you with small gestures of kindness, like fixing something for you without saying a word. Like dropping snacks into your lap if you were hungry, without looking you in the eyes.

Donatello:

Donnie, the tech genius, would find subtle ways to impress you with his intelligence. It meant a lot for him when his intelligence was complimented, especially by you. So after the first time you commented on how smart he was, it became his go to way when it came to gain your attention. He would build you gadgets or modify equipment just for you. He would usually present them to you as a gift you had earned for the smallest reasons. You had done great at school or work, or you made that really good cake a long time ago. One time he made you something because you; “remembered to drink water”. But gift giving things Donatello had made was not the only way he would try to gain and keep your attention. Donnie would enjoy engaging in deep conversations with you about science or any other shared interests. But as much as Donnie liked to talk to you, he struggled with expressing his feelings verbally, like saying either too much or too little for his own liking. Like accidentally admitting to having a crush on you, only to try and cover it up by seeing he hated you, causing him even more embarrassment. Yet his actions and gestures spoke volumes and you caught on pretty early on, even before he unintentionally admitted anything. It wasn’t that hard with how clumsy and flustered Donnie would get when he was around you. He would become a blushing mess if your hand touched his while accepting his gift. Stumbling or dropping things weren’t uncommon either for Donatello when you were around. Donnie just couldn’t help it. It was not his fault he would shake like crazy whenever you were close to him. You could just stop being so sweet and maybe he wouldn’t embarrass himself every time he saw you.

Michelangelo:

Mikey would not be so subtle about his feelings for you. He would pretty much do and say everything in the book, but in a non traditional way. Being a fun-loving and carefree turtle by nature, would do anything in his power to make you laugh, and his non conventional and open way of going about his feelings for you certainly made you do so. The only reason the two of you didn’t start a romantic relationship any earlier, was because you thought he was joking with his extreme openness. Mikey would constantly crack jokes, hoping to make you smile. These jokes would extend to pranking his brothers while you were watching, much to their annoyance. Mikey would also invite you to pizza parties in his room, calling them dates from day one with no hesitation. He noticed very early on that you liked a particular type of pizza, and would make sure to bring you one every day instead of a bouquet of roses. At times Mikey would prank and playfully tease you, but never to the same extent as he did with his brothers. What he did to his brothers was meant to annoy them, and be used as a sort of entertainment for himself. But with you it was yet another way for him to show affection. Like not giving you the pizza he had brought for you, without at least a hug as payment. Or straight up blocking your way, demanding some sort of attention from you. If Mikey got nervous whenever you were around, he was definitely good at hiding it. But once you were gone and Mikey was left back with his brothers, he would have no peace not knowing when he would see you again. He would talk about you for hours, mentioning you out of nowhere, almost causing his brothers to become violent. But they soon learned that the best way to shut him up was simply to call you over and ask you to spend time with him.

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fluffyartbl0g · 1 year

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Redraw of the panels that SHATTERED MY HEART o(；△；)o!!! OG panels + Opinions on the Luffy separation arc under read more

Okay let me just go on a tangent about my feelings about the post-series Luffy separation arc, cause I think it gets way too much hate when it’s such a heartbreaking and well executed deviation from oda’s standard formula!!! I know that we all love monkey d. luffy and he’s LITERALLY the main character of the series, but it was also really nice to get more time to focus on the rest of the crew. But here’s the thing, even when Luffy wasn’t here, he was still here. And I’m not talking about the so called ‘blessings’ or whatever that kept SUSPICIOUSLY popping up around the crew when Luffy disappeared, I’m talking about the consequences that arised from him disappearing. We truly got to see how grand the effect luffy has had on the world around him, and how many lives he was able to touch ; - ; So even though luffy physically wasn’t present (I mean KIND OF but you know what I mean), this was still VERY MUCH a luffy arc imo.

Oh man but I think Oda wrote luffy’s disappearance so well,,, I was sobbing for like 80 percent of this arc. Like just gradually seeing the crew’s deterioration as time passes by,,, but everyone has such unwavering faith in their captain, he HAS to come back cause Luffy always comes back. But here’s the thing, Luffy didn’t know what was happening to him when he started disappearing. But what he DID know is that he wasn’t sure if he was gonna be able to come back or not. And Luffy hates breaking promises- he’d never make a promise if he didn’t plan to keep it, and he’s not an idiot either, so when he just felt himself disappearing and saw zoro nearby... Instead of saying something like “I’ll be back!” and potentially making his crewmates wait for him forever, he tells zoro to “take care of the crew”... SOBBING AND CRYING T - T. So YES. the crew has unwavering faith in their captain. But. Luffy didnt say that he’d be coming back or anything. So what are they supposed to do really.

And it’s really hard to read at some parts, like it never loses the goofy tone that has been there throughout all of one piece and it’s really sweet to see everyone rely on each other to keep one another afloat, but the slight tension that keeps building up over the months while they keep looking for clues and answers... And how each lead keeps becoming a dead end... When it builds up and Usopp finally voices the thing that’s on everyone’s mind.

Oh man. I started crying so hard. It took 6 month for any one of them to say something. Like this is One piece. Of course Luffy is gonna come back eventually, it would be waay too dark otherwise... But Idk man, even I started to doubt that :((( But luckily. THIS IS ONE PIECE. So right after everyone started,,, well not exactly losing hope or anything (maybe a bit)? but going BATSHIT INSANE FROM THE REALITY THAT THEIR CAPTAIN MIGHT BE GONE FOR GOOD, they finally got a solid actual clue of what might’ve happened to luffy!!! And I’m SO GLADDDD!!!!

Omg and when they tracked down the pray-pray no mi user and finally got some answers out of him. OMG WAIT A MOMENT I REALLY LIKED IS WHEN PRIEST GUY IS LIKE “urerheg without luffy up there as a god the entire world may very well be destroyed cause the sun has been super unstable for centuries blah blah” and then Nami freaking PUMMELED THE GUY AND SHOVED HIM DOWN WITH HER STAFF AND

SOBBING CRYING SOBBING. THEY WOULD POTENTIALLY BLOW UP THE ENTIRE WORLD IF IT MEANT THAT THEIR CAPTAIN WOULDNT HAVE TO BE LONELY ; - ; KILL ME.

URGH I was really hoping that Luffy would return right once they beat him up cause I really really missed my boy, but honestly I think the final method of getting Luffy to return was super clever and absolutely worth the extra 3 weeks of waiting!!! I know that it was foreshadowed across the whole West Blue Saga and everything but I honestly had no clue it would end like that, DONT MAKE FUN OF ME :(((

When the crew finally got their captain back after 8 months of waiting... I mean they’ve been separated before for even longer periods of time, but they always knew that they’d be back together. This time they didn’t know. BUT AREHAHRGE ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING WAS SO WORTHIT WHEN THEY ALL FINALLY REUNITED T - T!!!!!! UWAHHWHAHWUAAGGHA!!! AND SEEING ALL THEIR ALLIES AND FRIENDS THEYVE MADE JUST CHEER AND CRY WHEN THEY HEAR THE NEWS!!!! I WOULD CHUCK ALL THE PANELS HERE IF I COULD BUT ID JUS T REACH THE IMAGE LIMIT BECAUSE ALL OF THEM MADE ME CRY ; - ;!!! Literally just read those 5 chapters in the arc finale cause,,,, man so good T - T

Anyways TLDR: The post-series luffy seperation arc is NOT BAD and you guys are JUST COWARDS AND LIARS!!!!

#tw unreality #post-series #one piece #op fanart #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #zolu #nami #usopp #straw hat pirates #gear 5 luffy #op spoilers #one piece spoilers #wano spoilers #please dni if ur a post-series one piece hater >:(#this is a post-series POSITIVE post only!!! Feel free to gush about other post-series arcs that you like on this post :D!!!#(for that person i scared: i put tw unreality higher just 4 u :3)

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suniix · 10 months

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small bite | (botw) link x reader

synopsis | reader gets cute agression and bites link

word count | 624

note | two posts in one day is insane but sorry i’ve fallen into a rabbit hole ever since totk came out so have another blurb!! 😣 first time writing for link so idk how i feel about it 💔 (also yes i just did one for inumaki i like the idea leave me alone)

The campfire made crackling sounds as Link fed it more logs. The sun had set long ago, the moon rising to take its place and casting a white glow across the land. The two of you had been traveling for a long time without breaks, so when you suggested that the two of you should rest for the night, Link offered no complaints. You were tired, the horses were tired; a break would benefit everyone.

You sat on the ground, far enough away so you wouldn’t get burned but close enough to still feel the warmth of the fire. Link took a seat right next to you on the floor, holding up mushroom skewers with a grin.

“Seriously? We just ate not too long ago.” You laughed, accepting the skewer nonetheless.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the small dinner Link had made (though, to be honest, you know he’ll make more, his stomach is like a void that never gets full). Finishing your skewer, you close your eyes, basking in the ambiance of the night. Somewhere in the distance, there was a cricket chirping. The grass tickled your legs as a small breeze passed through, making you shiver. It’s moments like this that give you hope for a new life after Ganon is defeated. Soon, you’ll have peaceful nights like this every day.

A rustling sound brings you out of your thoughts. Turning to look at Link, you noticed him preparing another skewer. You hold back a laugh, knowing you were right. Link hears you nonetheless and raises an eyebrow, almost as if saying, ‘What?’. You wave him off, a small giggle managing to escape. “It’s nothing, you keep eating.”

Link rolls his eyes, but you don’t fail to see the small smile growing on his lips. It’s not often that you get to see it, but he has a really nice smile. You wish you had the Sheikah slate right now to capture it.

In this moment, you can’t help but admire how beautiful he is. The light from the fire gave his sun-kissed skin a golden glow. His eyelashes are long, something you’ve commented on several times while on your journey together, casting shadows against his cheeks. Actually, his cheeks are unusually round today.

You’re tempted to squish them.

Silently debating whether or not to squish, you figure he wouldn’t mind. He does it often to you; this is only fair. Link turns to look at you as you lean in, half expecting you to kiss him, but instead you cup his cheeks. He gives a confused hum as you gently squish them for a few moments.

Slowly, you begin to pull him close to you. Now, Link thinks, now is when you give him a kiss. To his surprise, you bit his cheek. He doesn’t pull away; he just silently sits there as you bite his cheek.

When you pull away, Link is sitting there, confused. Link raises his skewer to you, gesturing for you to take it. This causes you to burst out laughing. “No no! I’m not hungry haha, just wanted to bite your cheek!”

“.. you sure?” Link asks, half expecting you to bite his cheek again.

“Yes, Link, I’m sure.” You laugh. You grab his free arm and wrap it around your shoulder, snuggling into his side for warmth.

Link goes back to eating, pulling you closer with his arm, still wondering where your sudden urge to bite him came from. While he was distracted, you turned to his arm that’s wrapped around your shoulder and bit his forearm. He flinches, once again caught off guard.

“If you’re hungry, please tell me.. I promise I didn’t eat everything and can make you another skewer.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

masterlist

#link x reader #botw link x reader #botw x reader #loz x reader #link imagine #link fluff #botw #breath of the wild #[📝 sunni writes]

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latoyalestrange · 1 year

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spin the bottle

d. malfoy x f!reader

Summary: On a boring ride to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts express, your Slytherin friends come up with an idea for a game to pass the time.

words: idk

warnings: lil spicy, nothing smutty. as always minors dni. this is a blurb i wrote a few years ago and just getting around to posting it here. i didnt revise it so be warned.

"Guys," Pansy sighed and slumped in her seat. "I'm bored,"

" Agreed," Goyle chimed with a mouthful of licorice. Draco was visibly annoyed. He hated hearing other people complain. You sat quietly, the odd one out of the group. You didn't have many close friends at Hogwarts, but mingled with everyone. Your true friends were nowhere to be found on the express, so you settled to sit with Draco and his posse. Even though you were friends with the Golden Trio, Draco never made an enemy out of you. Mostly because you stayed quiet, but it could also be in part caused by secret feelings of Draco's. You were nearly everything he wanted. Pureblood, smart, and you kept your opinions close to your chest. For some Draco always admired that about you. He also thought of you as a way to annoy Potter. If he had you, it would be a way to show Potter that he was a better man. After the silence ended, Pansy perked up in her seat next to Draco.

"I've got an idea! Let's play spin the bottle!" You looked nervously around at the other occupants of the train cart. Blaise, Goyle, Pansy, and Draco liked the idea.

"I get to go first," Draco sat up and snatched the butter beer bottle out of Pansy's hands.

"Oh, of course, Daddy's boy gets to go first," She teased, rolling her eyes. You stifled a giggle.

"Piss off, Pansy," He huffed, his eyes narrowing.

"Go on, then," She nudged his arm forward with her elbow. He placed the bottle onto the table and with no hesitation, he spun it around. A lump formed in your throat and you could feel your stomach fill with butterflies. The bottle spun slower and slower until it finally stopped. It pointed at you, no doubt. The boys in the compartment sounded their whistles and "oooo"'s. Pansy looked shocked. You had a feeling she was repressing anger.

"Well then, let's leave them to it," She announced to the boys. Your eyes widened.

"W-What?" You felt as if the wind was nocked out of you. You couldn't meet Draco's eyes out of nervousness, but he was staring at you, and with a smirk. "What do you mean, 'Leave us'?"

"Oh, don't you know? That's how we play this game around here, right boys?" Goyle and Blaise nodded, almost as if they were afraid of what would happen if they didn't agree. "Come on then," They followed her out of the compartment like ducklings. You blinked hard and gulped as you heard the compartment door shut. Draco stood up; you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He stood in front of you for a moment, then turned, but only to shut the blinds all around the compartment. He sat back down, opposite to you.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," He stared down at his lap and played with his ringed thumbs. A wave of relief fell over you. You looked up at him, but all you saw was a lonely, insecure boy. Suddenly, his rough personality was just a front. This was real. Now filled with sympathy, you got up and sat next to him. You knew exactly what it felt like to know no one knew the real you, and you were glad you got to see this side of him. The side that no one got to see.

"Draco?" He didn't look up at you, almost too ashamed.

"Hm?" Was his only reply.

"Kiss me," You felt his body tense under your comforting hand. You were the first person to actually accept the real him. He turned to meet your gaze with a questioning expression.

"Kiss me," You repeated. He fixed his posture towards you and placed a gentle hand on your cheek. He slowly leaned into you and locked his sot lips onto yours. Everyone knew Draco as hard and tough, but his kiss was just the opposite. Gentle, almost as if he had loved you for years. When he broke away from you, he kept his hand on your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours. You took this as a sign to take initiative and placed your mirroring hand on his jaw and pulled him in once more. He wrapped his other arm around your neck and pulled you deeper and deeper into him. Now on top of him, barely keeping balance on the narrow booth, you pulled your scarf and tossed it away, hitting the blinds that covered the window.

"Easy, tiger," He teased with a sheepish smile. You smiled back at him. You hadn't seen him smile in years. Giggling, you leaned over him for more. His hands gripped your waist and yours had fistfuls of his platinum hair.

Suddenly, a knock at the door.

"Are you guys done snogging or what?" Pansy shouted. Draco rolled his eyes, breathing heavily. You gave him one last peck and you were about to stand up from straddling his hips when his hands pulled you back. You smiled at one another once more.

"One more," He demanded quietly, his smile still not leaving his face. You leaned down and his hand tangled itself in your hair, not allowing you to release until he wanted you to. He finally retracted his grip and you got to your feet, pulling your scarf off of the ground. He stood up as well to open to door. He faced an annoyed Pansy, who fixed her attention on his now sloppy hair. She huffed and stomped back to her seat between Draco and the window.

"It was your idea," Draco teased, causing the other boys to laugh as they followed her in.

Draco's smile remained for the rest of the day.

#draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy smut #draco imagine #draco fluff #draco x reader #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fluff #harry potter smut #dracoblurb

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angstyx · 1 year

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one where the reader donates some money to get a tts message to play? (gender neutral, wilbur, fundy, and karl or more if you can ^^)

Reactions to You Donating to Them

Includes: George, Wilbur Soot, Fundy, Karl, Tommy, Sapnap

TW: cursing, small cringe? idk

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: i didnt know if you wanted platonic or romantic so i did a mix of them

also ngl this was fun and i had a bunch of ideas so let me know if you want a part 2

and hey, been a while hasn’t it? This has been finished for a while I just didn’t feel like posting it

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting ───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────

George

« [username] donated $10! » “hi babe can do me a favor and go get the food I just ordered <33"

he's literally so confused from how random the message was

you knew he was streaming so of course you had to tease him

chat is laughing and telling george to listen to you and to go get the food

"[name]... you're literally in the room next to mine. You could get it yourself."

« [username] donated $10! » “shhh don't expose me like that and fyi im binge watching my favorite show rn so i'm busy"

literally deadpans at the camera

"[name] i'm literally streaming right now"

« [username] donated $15! » "aw okay :(( well no mcdonalds for you then... and i was hoping i could feed you too </3 "

blushes from your teasing

chat is going wild. i repeat. chat is going wild

[dsmp_fan] "george listen to [name] and get the mcdonalds so they can feed it to you >:/"

in the end he gave in and got the mcdonalds for you

chat wouldnt let him live the moment down but hey at least he got to eat some french fries

Wilbur Soot

« [username] donated $20! » "wilbur open the fucking door right now"

"huh [name]? what are you talking about?"

« [username] donated $10! » "i was bored so now i'm outside your office cause i want to be on your stream. now open the fucking door"

"say less"

literally RUNS to the door to open it without giving it a second thought

he was still un-muted though so chat could barely hear the conversations between you too

"why are you here [name]? and... why do you have a box of cookies with you"

"like i said i was bored and did i forget to say i'm hungry?"

"it's 2am"

"yet you're streaming?"

"touché"

Fundy

« [username] donated $15! » "babe what do you want for lunch"

"oh hey [name]! uh i'm not sure. what do you have in mind?"

« [username] donated $10! » "well we can either go out or have it sent to us"

"well i think we both know what's the better option"

« [username] donated $10! » "doordash it is. how does [your favorite restaurant/food] sound?

"perfect"

the viewers who were new to his streams were absolutely confused

was this normal? do you two usually communicate like this? with you just donating to him?

the viewers who always watched his streams were used to it

it happened almost every other stream basically

Karl

« [username] donated $30! » "KARL!! MY FAVORITE STREAMER AND MY BEST FRIEND!! :D"

a huge smile appears on his face the second he reads your donation and message

"[name]!!! MY BEST FRIEND!! HOW ARE YOU DOING?"

quackity who was in a call with karl couldnt help but fake-gasp

i mean basically everyone knows he loves to be dramatic

"KARL I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND" D:

« [username] donated $20! » "shut up quackity :/ karl is my best friend, go find a new one. oh and i'm doing good karl"

karl just laughs while quackity fake sobs and starts cursing at you

« [username] donated $10! » "karl can i join the call? it'll be easier to talk to quackity "

"uh sure... no yelling please"

« [username] donated $20! » "no promises"

the second you joined, you began cursing and yelling at quackity

like you said, no promises

Tommy

« [username] donated $10! » "hey idiot, can i join your stream"

"first of all, how dare you call me a idiot and second of all, no"

« [username] donated $10! » "why not"

couldnt help but scoff at your message as chat begs tommy to let you join

chat absolutely loves the banter between you two though it usually ended in tommy's mom yelling at him from how loud he was cursing into the mic

"because i said so"

« [username] donated $50! » "what if i give you money"

"that won't make me change my mind"

« [username] donated $10! » "okay fine :/ how about i stop being annoying to you"

he was actually thinking hard about this one

not even joking

"wait actually? hmm... what do you think chat?"

« [username] donated $10! » "hurry up and decide"

"okay fine, you can join"

« [username] donated $10! » "yay :D"

*queue you joining the call*

"I never said how long i'll stop being annoying so ha hey you bitch"

*queue you being kicked from the call*

« [username] donated $1! » "fuck you"

Sapnap

« [username] donated $10! » "did you eat my ice cream"

literally looked at the donation message for a second before immediately looking away

the guilt is clearly on his face

"I don't know what you're talking about. I never saw any ice cream in your mini-fridge."

« [username] donated $10! » "huh strange, I never mentioned it being in my mini-fridge"

oh shit

he's done for

"uh well i guessed cause i always see food in there like ice cream"

« [dsmp_fan] donated $5! » "stop fucking lying sapnap"

"how could you betray me like this, chat. I swear i didnt take your ice cream [name]"

« [username] donated $10! » "fine i believe you"

"thank you"

...

« [username] donated $10! » "you fucker i literally see the empty ice cream pint on the table behind you"

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blacklegsanjiii · 2 months

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Hey heyy, i read a small au idea somewhere (i think over on twitter? I realy dont remember) where the idea was that because of germas modifications, the vinsmoke siblings, sanji included, grew way faster than is normal

So this causes a 15 year old sanji to appear 19 and 2 years later appewr 21 when hes really 17... You get where im going with this?

So what if with this in mind the crew just thinks hes 19 and later 21 bc he looks abt the same age as zoro but then WCI happens and they basicly find out this this boy is only a lil bit older then Chopper

And i fee like they wouldn't treat him a whole lot differently, still trust him the same, still think hes insanely capable and one of the strongest of the crew. But i do feel like it would have SOME effect ya know?

Idk i thought it was an interesting idea and wanted to know if your thoughts on it :D

God that hurts when you think about it? Like Sanji was so much younger when he went through those things. What a good AU though. Like he was six when he was on the rock with Zeff which means he's just....so fucked up.

Like and he had to have told Zeff and them while working so they're looking at this kid, who appears to be thirteen but is actually nine. They don't treat him any different, still teach him about cooking and fighting and he still gets all the threats. He's not as girl crazy though just because he's so young.

Sanji doesn't realize how old the crew thinks he is, he's fifteen and on an adventure to find the All Blue! They're going to save Nami! He shows up to Kamabakka at fifteen which makes the Okama suddenly sit him down for so many talks what the fuck did the chef tell you jesus christ as he trains.

It all comes to a head when they get to Wano because Judge and everyone was talking about a year difference between Sanji and Pudding. Zoro says it's weird 'cause the Cook is only a few months older than him and they all know Zoro is twenty one but Sanji just has a moment and realizes 'right, modifications'.

"I'm seventeen." Sanji says.

"Haha, you're funny!" Luffy laughs.

"No, really. I'm seventeen. I look older because of the modifications my family did, those were really the only ones that took." Sanji explains.

"Wait, what? But physically you're twenty one?" Chopper asks.

"Yeah, I look twenty one but I'm not." Sanji says and then lists off his birthday and everyone is staring at him because he's barely older than Chopper and they just now realized that the flaming, sky walking, third man of the monster trio is a fucking child.

#young!Sanji #strawhat pirates #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece au #answers

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swordcreature · 5 months

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waaaaoug I am back in your inbox w tiefling idea

So idk if it canonically snows or gets cold in elturel/the gate but I’m gonna pretend it does and ask if you think they have any cute traditions for the winter months?

(If you wanna involve Christmas/the holidays that’s cool but ik not everyone celebrates and half the planet doesn’t even get cold in December lmao)

so!!! in d&d lore, baldur's gate would probably celebrate a winter holiday during midwinter which is the 5 days between the months of hammer and alturiak. for the most part there isn't like a constant holiday during this time but a lot of religions have something going on. info from here.

on that note, i just wrote based off of the idea that the city spends the 5 nights celebrating and basically people of all religions do their own thing with how they celebrate. hopefully that makes sense!

i had a lot of fun with this!!! hope you like it and ty!! <3

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Holiday Traditions

How the tiefling boys celebrate the winter holidays

Dammon:

Dammon loves the Midwinter festivities and has fond memories of attending them with his family back in Elturel. He hasn’t really gotten to enjoy them properly since he was young, with work and what not keeping him busy – as well as the whole descending into the hells thing.

When he sets up in Baldur’s Gate, he makes a promise to himself that he is going to set aside time to enjoy the celebrations. After everything he’s been through, he’s learned to take time to smell the roses, to really enjoy life. The work will still be there in the morning.

He decorates the outside of the forge with a couple decorations. Nothing fancy, and certainly nothing so in the way that it could cause an accident – I mean he is walking around with molten metal every day. Can’t exactly have paper frill and tinsel everywhere unless he wants to start a fire.

Even though it’s cold out, he still wears his normal ensemble, except now with a slightly thicker scarf. It’s homemade and has snowflakes on it, given to him by someone very special. His infernal blood runs warmer than most and being around the open fires of the forge make anything heavier unbearable.

Dammon actually loves the weather during this time. Maybe it’s because he thought he would never get to see it again, but he thoroughly enjoys the snow. At night he watches it fall through his bedroom window and during the day he’s even been known to stop and throw an odd snowball at one of the tiefling kids should they run through his neck of the city.

As the celebrations start throughout Baldur’s Gate he’ll wander around the streets, watching as different religious groups do their own traditions. But he never really sticks to one spot. For him, part of the allure of this time of year is how beautifully diverse the city becomes. He’s not religious himself so it’s more fun to take in the sights than to join in.

But at the end of each night, he’ll make his way to the closest tavern to enjoy a spiced ale. He’ll sit and listen to the sound of the rowdy patrons singing their motley assortment of Midwinter songs until his drink is gone. Then he’ll head home appreciating the silence of the snowfall.

Rolan:

Bah humbug. That is all.

But in all seriousness, Rolan hates the cold weather. Snow and ice and slush make his warm skin crawl. He avoids going outside as much as possible, using the portals between the tower and Sorcerous Sundries more often than not. On the odd days when he absolutely must go outside, he is bundled up from horns to tail. And he complains the entire time.

Cal and Lia are a bit better than Rolan, but not by much. This is the one thing the siblings all agree on: fuck the cold.

As for Midwinter celebrations, he doesn’t particularly participate in anything himself. Back in Elturel, this time of year was harder for him. The colder weather meant working harder to ensure the family stayed warm and taking care of everyone when they got sick. So most years they didn’t do anything special to celebrate.

The first Midwinter they spend in Baldur’s Gate, though, he puts on a show. Sorcerous Sundries is decorated from top to bottom with festive décor and the tower lights up at night with an enchantment that makes it seem like the stars hand from the observation deck.

Each night of Midwinter, he ends the evening with a show from atop the tower using both magical lights and fireworks to light up the sky. It can be seen from the entire city, even the docks of the lower district.

In subsequent years, he doesn’t go as crazy with the decorating as he did that first year, but everyone in the Gate has come to expect the light shows. Long after Rolan is gone, the new owners of Ramazith’s Tower take on the responsibility of putting on the display – it's become that important to the Baldurian people.

When asked why he went so wild that year with the decorations he gives some flimsy excuse. He was trying to stake a claim as the new master wizard in the city, or he wanted people to see how much grander the city would be without Lorroakan. But those closest to him know the real reason. He wanted to give Lia and Cal their first real Midwinter celebration now that he had the means to.

Zevlor:

Now, Zevlor doesn’t hate the cold, per se, but he could do without it. Even back in Elturel he was not severely fond of the winter weather – if it were up to him, his uniform would include a nice, fluffy scarf and plush mittens instead of steel plates and leather straps.

But he does actually like the snow, in theory. It’s beautiful and it reminds him of change. How fall turns to winter and then back to spring once more. Then it touches his infernally hot skin and remembers why he keeps the barrack’s fire going 24/7 this time of year.

Back in Elturel, he used to love the Midwinter holiday. As a commander in the Hellriders, he was often asked to attend celebrations on behalf of the organization, making appearances to appease the different religious groups in the city. He loved going from celebration to celebration and seeing the joy it brought people.

He spent a lot of time doing charity work too, especially because during the five days of Midwinter, there typically was not much to do to protect the city. Helping others was his favorite part of the holiday.

The first year in Baldur’s Gate, he almost misses Midwinter entirely. When he finds himself in the Open Hand Temple those first few months, he can't even conceive of having something to celebrate. So, he does the one thing that brings him peace, helping those around him. He assists the temple priests with setting out food and necessities for those in the city still struggling in wake of the Absolute and offers his meager aid in constructing housing across the city.

Every year he continues to celebrate by helping those he can.

He holds a dinner at the temple every year, a feast for those who cannot afford to feed themselves, so that the people of the Gate can make merry regardless of their religious affiliations. He collects donations for the city’s homeless population and even works with local businesses to gather supplies to hand out to those entering the city for the first time with nothing.

He isn’t being heralded in the city as the commander he once was, but being able to help the people who need him is good too. In fact, it’s even better.

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #rolan #dammon #zevlor #baldur's gate 3 #my writing #requests/suggestions #cakeboxie

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writingmeraki · 10 months

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blood red strings.

a lee heeseung drabble !

genre : angst, action!au , spy!au, soulmate!au.

pairing : lee heeseung x gn!reader, enemies to ?, secret pining.

warnings : descriptions of blood, weapons, injuries, bruises, death, murder. cussing ( I think that's about it ) not proofread/edited.

author's note : idk. thas the only explanation I have for this. :D it was supposed to be short but oh well. oh fucking well. enjoy and let me know what you think !! Inspired by a pic I saw of two people point a gun at each other and a red string being formed ( I can't find it :< ) also my ENHYPEN DEBUT!! WOO FINALLY!!! I imagined Heeseung in this and I just went along with the flow because I legit could not get spy!hee out of my brain...... maybe I do love this more than I should and maybe I might end up making this a full fic ha. oh welp enjoy 😆😆😆😆😆 also other works will be uploaded soon ( the ones I've promised I know you have been waiting for a while 😭 ) edit : THE TYPOS ESP THE FUCKUNG ONE I WANT TO KAY EM ES.

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You felt it before you could see it.

The pain shot up your entire body, alarming your brain before you could see what caused it. Otherwise you would have even been able to dodge the cause.

Said cause smirked at you, as much as you'd rather burn yourself than to ever admit it, he looked annoyingly handsome, despite his own condition not being better than yours.

A cool breeze passed through the late night, typically a time when everyone would be sleeping peacefully in their beds, you'd like to think you would be too but you knew that wishing a peaceful night's sleep was as good as thinking a bullet shot would not hurt.

Both are far too different from how reality was.

Your knuckles ached, torn and ripped skin bleeding out. The right side of your face hurt, being punched twice was probably the reason. Your stomach hurt too, having been thrown against the concrete floor of the terrace not an ideal place to land was probably it.

Lucky for you, the adrenaline flowing through you, made it feel as though none of the aches actually affected you. Sort of distracting you from even thinking about how much it actually hurts.

Dodging another punch, you swiftly kicked Heeseung's leg, making him lose control himself for a moment, a moment you knew to never miss and you turned around hurdling another kick at his side.

His groans of pain indicated the impact of your blows as it was now your turn to be smug with him as you smiled in satisfaction.

"Aww did that hurt you?" Crossing your arms at him, as he laid on the ground for the briefest of moments, jaw clenching and shutting his eyes to take a deep breath, irritation growing within him when he heard your taunting.

Standing up while trying not to fall down again, his back now faced you.

Clicking his tongue, you couldn't see the anger in his eyes. He had enough.

"Let's just put an end to this pathetic game. It's getting tiring and frankly I have better things to do."

He didn't want to get into what he was actually sent there to do. He knew he would have do to it, but somehow, he wanted to stall it as much as he could.

And now this was the consequence of the stalling, his own state being terrible.

Scoffing at him, you raised an eyebrow,

"As if I have time to waste on you." You spat, venom laced words at him as you scanned his back, more than you should as you took in how broad his shoulders were from the way the black suit blazer stretched across them.

Without wasting a moment, Heeseung grabbed his gun from the holster that was under his shirt. Pulling it out, he swiftly turned around, now facing you.

"Well then, you won't have any time at all it seems." He pointed it at you, raising his own battered hand, his bloody thumb clicking the revolver to load it.

Smirking more widely at his actions, while pulling out your own revolver from your holster under your now maroon shirt, you pointed it at him.

Standing in mirroring positions, guns to your heads, you stared at him directly in the eye.

“It also seems like your time is over, sad how you’d die from the bullet of your worst enemy.”

You found amusement in your statement as your grin shifted to more of a mocking one.

“Darling we’d be dying together, far too romantic don’t you think?” His low voice rang in your ears, glaring at him and you’d excuse the warmth rushing to your cheeks from the mere nickname even though he’d called you way too many over the years of your rivalry as just blood rushing to your head.

Your gaze shifted to the clock tower behind him, the golden roman numerals glinting from the city light, reading the time to have been two minutes to twelve.

Two minutes to your twenty-fifth birthday.

Snorting at the irony of it, you shook your head. You might as well count it as your deathday considering, surely you wouldn’t be spared after this. You both waited for this for too long, having spent almost three years at each other’s throats and you’d be damned if you would let him escape alive as well. One thing you were sure about was you definitely won’t be spared as well.

It was always an eye for an eye and a bullet for a bullet. A death for a death.

It would be exactly twenty five years of your existence if you died today. Not a day more not a day less, a perfect twenty five and in a sickening way you always loved perfect things and this coincidence was no different.

“It would be devastating for you to die before you even meet your poor soulmate.” He grinned at you with a malicious glint and you felt your heart slightly drop at this forgotten reality.

A soulmate you’d never meet. A soulmate whose heart would feel like it would be ripped out before even meeting you. A soulmate who would feel the same thing your mother did when your father was brutally murdered. A soulmate who might spiral into a depression which could even lead into their own death. Just like your own mother.

No. No you couldn't think of this. You couldn't step back from something you'd been trained to do a decade ago. You couldn't. Not for something you found was more of a burden from universe rather than something special like most.

"Lee, if you know me well enough. You know that I don't fucking believe in this shit." You hissed at him biting your tongue, a tendency you did when you lied.

A lie because you did believe they existed, you saw it yourself but the reason it was a burden was because it didn't automatically mean a happy ending, you experienced it, you lived through that alternate ending and saw the toll of it on someone who was supposed to be the most precious person in your life.

"Ah ah ah don't lie now Y/N. You and I both know your pathetic self believes in all of that universally bonded shit." He shifted from holding the gun to his right hand, stepping closer to you and the grip on yours tightened.

"You're saying as though yours will see you alive." You could feel the side of your head aching, a trail of blood dripping all the way to your chin. A drop landing on your new tie dye maroon shirt splattered in dark and light hints of the same.

"I'd rather die while killing you than care about that nonsense. You see, unlike you, I know I'd never have a soulmate." The taunting smirk on his face slightly dimmed because even though Lee Heeseung was true to his words, a small part of his heart was still saddened at the thought of not meeting his supposed other half when he was supposed to.

He recalled his birthday, just a few months from yours, waiting to see if it was finally the year where the universe gave him the supposed greatest gift possible, his other half but no red string of fate showed up on his pinky and he smacked the shit out of Jake when his friend tried to comfort him that maybe his soulmate had also not yet turned twenty five.

Yet. Yet he threw those thoughts out of his mind when he realized what would be the end result of tonight. The end result leading to his own…end.

The loud ticking off the clock grew louder as it neared the twelve mark, indicating a new day, indicating your day.

You deeply inhaled, smiling at your nemesis, taking in the details of his face because well it was the last time you'd ever see him…or anyone probably.

"And oh! How could I forget? It's your birthday isn't it? Here's my little present then."

The clock chimed loudly, the vibrations running through you from the closeness and you tried not to wince from the loudness.

"Happy birthday Love."

Before you could respond to him ;

You saw it before you could feel it.

A dark red thread, looping itself around the pinky of your hand and your eyes widened, no words being able to form from your gaping mouth.

Now you felt the tightening of it. The red string harshly tugged at your pinky as it stretched outwards. It wasn't the only thing that felt suffocating because your throat felt like it closed up as you breathed out heavily.

A loud shot rang in your ears back, your focus still trained on the thread extending itself until it didn't.

It stopped.

Right in front of him.

It stopped in front of Lee fucking Heeseung.

He was frozen, ironically mirroring the same position as you once again but the only difference was the trigger on his gun was pushed backwards.

His eyes followed the movement of the string, pausing and holding his breath as it began to move.

It moved and moved and moved until.

Until it wrapped itself around his wrist.

And then he moved. The gun in his hand fell to the ground as he felt the dark red string tighten on his wrist.

You screamed out in pain before you could even comprehend what happened. Only now feeling the shot to your chest. The gun in your hand slipping from your grasp to the ground.

In your own stupor you didn't even realise you'd launched a few steps backwards, an impact caused by the bullet shot, now dropping to your knees as you put your hand to your chest.

Now it was his turn to feel it before he could see it, see you.

Heeseung felt it before he saw you, grabbing his own chest, feeling as though someone ripped his heart out.

"No…no, this…this can't be happening!" He coughed out as he tried to ease the pain in his chest, tears welling up in his eyes.

You sobbed out pathetically as you tried to put pressure on your chest to stop the bleeding.

Heeseung's gaze turned towards you and before he knew it, he gave into the string pulling him towards you as he rushed to you, dropping on his knees when he reached you.

"You…could have waited for one fucking minute you-" You spat out as you shut your eyes, not being able to even sit up straight, letting yourself fall forward.

A few minutes ago, he would have rejoiced at your state but now…in the matter of one sick twisted cosmic joke, he felt like his heart was being gutted while he held you in his arms.

"I…didn't. I didn't know I just…I didn't even think it could ever be…you." He didn't know what to do as he tried to think of something to do, what he could possibly do.

It wasn't like he was any better, he could feel the pain you were feeling only yours was actually there while his was more due to your freshly fated bond.

He laid you down on his lap, pulling off his blazer, bunching it up and pressing it to your chest.

You laughed humorlessly at his words, "Well it wasn't like I was expecting my soulmate to be you."

You let the tears flow as you looked up at him, pressing your hands on his own. The sparks flowing through you like an electric shock and for a moment right there, you could see why they described holding hands with your soulmates was exactly how you felt. An electric spark.

"Maybe this was how it's meant to be. For me to die, ultimately in your arms, my best enemy and my…only soulmate." You smiled at him, your tears glistening your cheeks. The most devastating part being your smile was a genuine one from the sincerity in your eyes.

He let out the whimper he'd been holding back, his own tears mixing with the blood on his face, and oh, he looked like a messy art piece, one that was only meant for you to look at in your final moments.

"No, I…please don't. It hurts, I can't…" His words came out in broken whispers, contrasting his past self who promised he'd rather jump into a lake full of sharks than to ever beg you.

"Didn't you say it would be romantic if we died together? Well then, Romeo and Juliet be damned." You jocked around, coughing as you learnt that trying to laugh when you have a bullet in your chest wasn't the most ideal.

Heeseung glared at you as he clenched his molars in anger, cursing at himself.

He wished and oh he fucking wished he waited one minute. Maybe then, maybe then he'd be able to change his perspective on you. A perspective that was already there, buried deep in the lockers of his mind, in folders of memories he had with you, how he saw you, how he thought of you.

A perspective he longed to think of since he met you but alas reality was far too different.

"And I never said thank you for you gift did I?" You grinned widely at him,

"Don't…just no." He whispered in such a soft tone that you were probably hearing for the first time in your life.

"Thank you Heeseung." You could feel the weight of the world in your eyes, moments of your entire twenty five years flashing like a film, some the happiest and some the most tragic ones.

It proved to you a question you'd asked yourself when you were 14, whether indeed a person's entire life flashes when they die. And now you got your answer first hand, nearly a decade later.

"And oh…fuck you." You whispered out as you felt lighter than ever and then, it was all over.

Over for you. Over for him.

A soulmate who he never thought existed, taken from him cruelly before he could even see the string turn a brighter shade of red, a shade that indicated true love.

A soulmate who he himself ended.

Indeed. What a devastating reality.

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genshinluvr · 2 years

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Overprotective with a Hint of Jealousy

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You knew that the men are protective over you because many things happened to you while you were in Teyvat. Even though you knew they were all protective of you, you couldn't help but have an inkling feeling that a certain someone isn't as nearly as protective of you as they are with someone that no longer exists.

Note: This is just a series of unfortunate events that happens to you in the fic LMAO. I had to throw in some angst and jealousy in this fic because I've been in the mood for some angst lately. Although, this isn't technically considered angst. I have been in the mood for some angst or hurt/comfort kind of fics, so, if you see a lot of them being released, that's why. Also, thank you for over 700 followers! :D I honestly didn't think that many people would follow me or be interested in reading my fics hehe. Seeing you all loving my stories makes me really happy! ^^ To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so, if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: You get hurt a lot in this fic (idk what's up with me and wanting the reader to get hurt. I don't like causing the reader pain, but I do love it when men are in pain (emotionally)). The overprotectiveness is on the men's end while the jealousy is on your end.

Word Count: 6.3k

Part two of Overprotective with a Hint of Jealousy can be found here: Insecurities and Jealousy [Zhongli focused w/ smut].

It’s pretty evident that the men are protective over you. They hover around you like a ruin hunter, ready to strike anyone or anything that poses a danger to your safety. Think of them as a bodyguard who is madly infatuated (perhaps even madly in love) with the person that they’re protecting. You knew how protective they were over you, but not to this extent. Whenever the men are sparring with one another or having a duel, Zhongli and Thoma would put up a shield around you to prevent you from getting hurt by any stray particles (or even weapons) that can come flying your way, which has happened before.

“It’s showtime!” Itto announces, swinging his claymore at Childe. Childe rolled out of the way as Itto barreled towards his direction. Rocks and particles were flying all over the place as Itto swung his claymore at Childe. Itto and Childe were having their daily spar, and everyone was gathered around to watch and see who would win between the two. Since both Childe and Itto are competitive, they have a scoreboard to keep track of who has won the most.

“My Lord, who do you think is going to win this time?” Thoma asks, sitting down beside Ayato as everyone sat idly by to watch the spar between the oni and the 11th Fatui Harbinger.

“I would say Itto, but with the way Childe is flawlessly dodging Itto’s attacks, I believe that it’ll be Childe that will come out as the victor,” Ayato replies, sipping on his boba.

“Ha! You hear that, Itto? Even Lord Ayato says that I’m going to come out as the winner of today’s spar!” Childe boasts, smirking at Itto widely. Itto smirks and launches himself at Childe. Childe dodges Itto once again before turning his bow and arrow into daggers; he twirls it around in his hands before combining them to make a polearm.

“That’s cool and terrifying at the same time,” Venti commented, nervously laughing as he watched Childe twirl the hydro polearm in his hands elegantly.

“Oh, that’s terrifying.” Itto laughs nervously. “But I’m up for the challenge, Harbinger!” Itto grins widely, getting into position as Childe slowly approaches Itto while calmly and elegantly twirling the hydro polearm.

“Just don’t injure one another.” Baizhu sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. The last time Itto and Childe sparred with each other, one person would be more injured than the other. It’s gotten to the point where Baizhu wasn’t even surprised to see if it was either Childe or Itto walking into the med bay (there’s a med bay at the abode just in case) or Bubu Pharmacy covered in scratches and bruises from head to toe.

“I don’t think that’ll be guaranteed.” Diluc rolls his eyes, leaning against the pillar.

Zhongli nods his head with a soft exhale, “Knowing Childe, he will push past his limits, and his thirst for blood will blind him.”

“Why is he always bloodthirsty? I have never seen Scaramouche act like Childe before.” Gorou laughs nervously, twiddling with his thumbs as he watches Childe and Itto try to land a hit on one another.

“He unleashed Osial and almost drowned Liyue. He has always been deranged.” Xiao huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh? How interesting. I wonder how a mere mortal like him is able to unseal an ancient god and wreck havoc on the entire region of Liyue.” Kaeya hums, stroking his chin with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, don’t we all?” Scaramouche asks, looking over at Zhongli from the corner of his eyes before looking over at where Childe and Itto were battling it out.

Kazuha approaches the thirteen men, looking around the abode with confusion on his face. “Have any of you seen [Y/N] today?” He sits down beside Gorou.

“[Y/N]? I didn’t see them today.” Albedo murmurs, gazing down at his sketch pad as he tries to sketch out the scene in front of him— Childe and Itto battling.

“I assume they’ll be out of the abode soon. After all, it is still early in the morning.” Dainsleif spoke up from where he stood.

“Oh, right! I forgot that it’s still early in the morning.” Venti comments, scratching his chin before his lyre appears out of thin air.

“Who spars this early in the morning, though?” Thoma asks, shivering when a cool breeze blows on him and the others.

“The real question is: why is Ayato drinking boba at this time in the morning? It’s a little bit too early for boba, don’t you think?” Diluc raises his eyebrows at the head of the Kamisato Clan. Ayato chuckles in response, sipping on his boba nonchalantly.

“Oh, Diluc! It’s never too early for boba.” A voice spoke up, grabbing the others' attention. You walked over to where they sat and sat between Ayato and Thoma with your own cup of boba in your hands. “I believe it’s the best way to wake yourself up in the morning! Especially since the one I’m drinking right now has a lot of sugar.” You take a sip from your cup.

“Oh? What flavor is it?” Kaeya leans towards you, gazing at you with curiosity.

“Lavender melon milk tea with sakura!” You chimed, taking another sip from the cup. “Although, lavender melon milk tea with sakura boba is not my go-to flavor. I much prefer osmanthus oolong milk tea; it’s frothy and really good.” You added.

“Then why drink something that isn’t your go-to flavor?” Xiao raises his eyebrows at you.

“Because we ran out of the recipe for the osmanthus oolong milk tea.” You sulked, taking another sip of your boba with a small pout on your face. “Don’t get me wrong! I like the lavender melon milk tea with sakura! The only issue that I have with it is that it’s just really sweet. Although, I do need some sugar to wake me up a little, so I might as well drink the lavender melon milk tea with sakura.” You said, stirring the boba with the straw.

“As you can see, Mister Diluc, [Y/N] has refined taste when it comes to beverages. You can drink boba at any time of day.” Ayato says, humming with satisfaction as he takes a long sip of his boba.

“We bond over boba.” You commented, smiling as you continued to take a sip of your boba happily. “Ah, since I missed the first part of the spar, who’s winning so far?” You ask, looking over at the others.

“So far, none of them has landed a hit on one another. Both Childe and Itto kept dodging one another.” Kazuha says, squinting his eyes as he watches Itto and Childe run across the field while trying to hit one another.

“I didn’t think sparring could be so boring until now,” Scaramouche mutters, rolling his head to the side with a soft sigh.

“Especially when it comes to that bloodthirsty Harbinger.” Dainslief comments, closing his eyes.

“It almost seems like he’s holding back…” Gorou trails off, trying to keep track of the battle between Itto and Childe.

“Childe? Holding back in his battles? How peculiar.” Baizhu chuckles softly, shaking his head with his arms over his chest. Baizhu leans back in his seat, watching the spar between the oni and 11th Fatui Harbinger on the giant field in the abode. While it was early in the morning, Baizhu was surprised to see how energetic both Childe and Itto were.

“Perhaps he is, but his bow and arrow did turn into hydro daggers, which he combined the daggers to make them into hydro polearms,” Albedo mutters, continuing to sketch on his sketch pad.

“And what does that mean exactly?” Thoma asks, tilting his head to the side while his eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

“It means that Childe’s not going to hold back anymore and that things are about to go down.” You commented, shaking your cup around before looking at the clear cup with a small frown. “Aw man, I ran out of boba already.” You muttered, a faint pout appearing on your face.

“Oh? You finished your drink already? You just got here not too long ago with your drink!” Ayato chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you.

You sighed dramatically, “I know, right? I need to stop drinking boba so fast.”

You got up from your seat and started to walk back to the mansion to throw your empty cup away. As you were walking away from the field, something whizzed past your face, stopping you in your track. You felt a sharp sting on your cheek; blinking in confusion, you reached up and touched your cheek. You looked down at your hands and saw the crimson color of blood. You slowly turned your head, only to see Childe’s hydro polearm stuck to the tree.

“Watch out!”

Before you could react, Dainsleif yanks you back and into his arms. You stumbled and watched Itto’s polearm come flying and stabbing into the ground where you once stood. Your eyes widened in fear, looking over at Childe and Itto like a deer caught in headlights. Zhongli stood in front of you and Dainsleif, his back facing you and the others. Zhongli had his arms over his chest, looking at Itto and Childe with disapproval.

“What did I tell you two about being careful when sparring?” Zhongli hissed, his amber eyes glowing with anger.

“Yeah! You two could have gotten [Y/N] killed!” Gorou exclaims, rushing over to your side to check and see if you are okay. Childe panics at Gorou’s comment before running over to your side. He pulls you out of Dainsleif’s grasp, cupping your face in his hands as he presses your cheeks together. The look of fear and worry was evident in his eyes.

“[Y/N]! Snookums! I’m so sorry! I didn’t think that my weapon could slip out of my hands like that!” Childe exclaims, wiping the blood off your cheek with the pad of his right thumb. You winced at the stinging sensation before giving Childe a weak smile.

“It’s okay, Childe! It’s not like you did it on purpose or anything like that.” You reply, placing your hand over his.

“How did that claymore slip out of Itto’s hands, though? It doesn’t make sense since he’s wearing gloves.” Diluc gives Itto a disapproving look as Itto pulls his claymore from the ground.

“Listen, man! Sometimes, things just come flying out of our hands no matter how hard we grab hold of something.” Itto says, strapping his claymore to his back.

Dainsleif rolls his eyes, “Well, be careful next time! You could’ve gotten [Y/N] killed.”

“You’re hurt because of me!” Childe frowns, his eyes zeroing in on the cut on your cheek.

“For someone who is so prideful in being the “strongest,” you sure are careless,” Scaramouche commented, smacking Childe upside of his head, causing the ginger Harbinger to scowl at him.

“You’re lucky that the dagger didn’t penetrate [Y/N]’s skull. If it were to do so, I would’ve killed you.” Xiao glares at Childe before pulling you out of Childe’s grasp and handing you over to Baizhu.

“Let's patch up that wound, shall we?” Baizhu gives you a small smile before escorting you to the mansion.

Diluc sighs softly, “We’re just lucky that this will be the only incident where [Y/N] got a minor injury.”

Kaeya hums in agreement, stroking his chin with his right hand. “Let’s just hope that this will be the only time.”

Kaeya leaned against the pillar while the others around him murmured in agreement while nodding their heads. To be frank, everyone thought that the whole sparring incident was going to be the only time where you would get injured or be put in harm's way, but they were wrong. And so were you. For some reason, your luck seems to have gotten worse ever since you almost got your head cut off by Itto’s claymore and Childe’s hydro polearm.

You were walking around Liyue with Scaramouche trailing after you. The both of you were supposed to go to the market to buy some ingredients for Thoma, but then something caught your eyes as the two of you were approaching Liyue Harbor. A beautiful glaze lily, all by itself.

“Ooh! Pretty glaze lily!” You gasped, quickly approaching the lone glaze lily.

As you were just about to pick the glazy lily off the ground, the ground beneath the glaze lily lit up red. Scaramouche grabs you by your shirt collar and pulls you back into his arms; the two of you stumble to the ground as a pyro whopperflower appears in front of you where the glaze lily once stood.

You and Scaramouche later returned to the abode with the bottom of your clothes singed and burnt. Scaramouche had a deep scowl on his face while you had a small pout on your face while muttering about being betrayed by the appearance of the glaze lily. While Thoma was disappointed that you came back to the abode empty-handed, he didn’t question as to why you didn’t get any ingredients for him after seeing both your and Scaramouche’s appearance.

There are days when you want to explore all of Teyvat (mainly Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma) with the men! Ever since the whole sparring and whopperflower incident, it has made the men quite protective of you. You weren’t too sure if they were overprotective of you because you almost got killed or if it was because of your bad luck. The men stuck by your side practically 24/7 outside of the abode, regardless of the actual reason. Some choose to stick by your side at all times, whether you’re in the abode or out of the abode (Childe).

“Can we explore this abode? I’ve always wanted to see what an abandoned abode looks like in person.” You said, pointing at the abandoned abode in Liyue.

“I believe that it’s best that we don’t explore an abandoned abode, especially one that was once owned by a god,” Zhongli says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Once owned by a god?” You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion before it dawned on you. Guizhong. The abode that you wanted to explore used to be owned by Guizhong before she passed away and turned into dust. Quite fitting for her title. The God of Dust truly became dust herself. “Oh.” Your expression immediately soured.

“Yeah, never mind then.” You rolled your eyes; you turned around and walked away. Zhongli furrows his eyebrows in confusion at your sudden negative attitude, walking away with a dark cloud looming over your head.

“What just happened?” Venti asks, scratching his cheek with a questioning look.

“Not sure, but [Y/N] doesn’t seem too happy about not being able to explore an abandoned abode that was once owned by Guizhong, the God of Dust,” Albedo says softly, watching you walk away.

“We should go after [Y/N] just in case something happens,” Kazuha says softly. The others nod their heads in agreement before walking after you. You continued to ignore the sounds of their footsteps right behind yours as you looked around the scenery. While you don’t hold any distaste for the deceased God of Dust, you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought of her. Guizhong this, Guizhong that. Guizhong is highly intelligent and is a very close friend of the former archon, Zhongli. Very close friend.

“Uh! [Y/N]! I don’t think you should go there!” Childe hollers, watching you walk further and further away from them.

“Yeah, yeah. Stop babying me; I’ll be fine!” You waved off Childe’s warning, continuing to walk to wherever you pleased.

“No, really! You shouldn’t go there! It’s not safe!” Gorou exclaims.

Despite you being a good fifteen yards away from where they stood, they can hear a faint sarcastic scoff coming from you. Again, you continued walking wherever you desired, not heeding their warnings.

“What’s up with them?” Scaramouche scrunches his face up with annoyance, continuing to trail after you with the others around him.

“[Y/N] is clearly upset that Zhongli wouldn’t let them explore Guizhong’s abandoned abode,” Xiao replies, sighing softly.

“Is [Y/N] really upset about that, or are they upset about something else?” Kaeya cocks his eyebrows at Xiao.

“What would [Y/N] be upset about?” Venti asks, looking at the cryo vision holder curiously.

“It’s a little bit obvious as to what they’re upset about,” Diluc says, sighing softly.

“Listen, it may be obvious to most of you, but it’s not obvious for me and a few others!” Itto says, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“Well, Itto, some of us have brains, and some of us don’t,” Ayato says, looking over at Itto with a faint smile on his face. Before Itto could open his mouth to say something, he was cut off by the sound of your loud yelp.

“Oh, dear archons.” Thoma quickly rushes over to where you once stood moments before you disappeared. Thoma looks over the edge to see you sliding down the cliff. Well, sliding would be an understatement. You were tumbling and rolling down the steep cliffside.

“Where’s [Y/N]!?” Kazuha asks, running over to where Thoma was standing.

“Tumbling down the cliffside!” Thoma states, pointing over to where you landed. You groaned in pain and lay on the ground. While tumbling down the cliff, you were pretty sure that you had a sprained ankle along with possibly being covered in bruises and scratch marks.

“And you didn’t go down there to prevent them from getting any more injuries?” Albedo asks, looking at Thoma in disbelief.

“How was he supposed to go down the cliffside without getting hurt himself?” Baizhu sighs, crossing his arms over his chest with a frown on his face.

While the men bickered with one another, Dainsleif helped you get back to the top of the cliff where the others stood, still arguing with one another. Dainsleif was giving you a piggyback ride. He was holding onto your legs while you had your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Are you alright?” Dainsleif asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulders.

“Yeah, I am.” You sighed, resting your chin on Dainsleif’s shoulders, closing your eyes as he approached closer to where the others were standing.

“[Y/N]! Are you okay!?” Childe asks, running up to where you and Dainsleif are.

“You’re not injured, are you!?” Diluc asks, his eyes scanning you for injuries. Aside from your disheveled look with a tiny pout on your face, which makes you look adorable. You reminded him of a kitten in a way.

“I’m fine.” You muttered, tightening your grip around Dainsleif.

“[Y/N], we told you not to run off and to be careful. What did you do? Ignore our warnings.” Zhongli scolds you, crossing his arms over his chest with a small glare. You huffed and looked away from Zhongli, burying your face into Dainsleif’s back. You weren’t in the mood to talk to Zhongli, let alone hear him scold you as if you were a disobedient child. Granted, you did ignore their warnings and did end up getting hurt in the end with your recklessness.

All because you found out that the abode you were wanting to explore belonged to the woman that once meant the world to Zhongli. Zhongli would never care about you as much as he cared about Guizhong. Never. Of course, he would care about you, but only to an extent. You feel your heart clench in your chest. Dainsleif felt his back getting damp, only to realize that you were crying. Dainsleif couldn’t decide on whether you were crying because you were in pain or if it was because of Zhongli.

Dainsleif rolls his eyes before huffing, “Enough. Let’s get back to the abode and get [Y/N] some medical attention.” He pushes past Zhongli and the others, tightening his grip around your thighs.

Once everyone had returned to the abode, you received medical treatment immediately by both Baizhu and Albedo. Your eyes were swollen, your cheeks were bright red, and your eyes were bloodshot. It was clear as day that you cried. Even if the men were to try to ask you if you were okay, you would ignore them and limp away with Dainsleif by your side. The person that you were ignoring the most was Zhongli. Every time you see him, you would bury yourself against Dainsleif’s side with your face pressed up against his chest as if you were trying to hide from Zhongli’s gaze.

“I wonder what you did to make them upset, Mister Zhongli,” Childe says nonchalantly, tossing a berry into his mouth before chewing on it.

“Yeah! I’ve never seen [Y/N] ignore Zhongli like this before.” Gorou speaks up, his eyebrows narrowing slightly.

“They’ve never avoided Zhongli, ever,” Xiao murmurs.

“Zhongli isn’t the only person that they’re ignoring,” Kaeya speaks up, sitting down on an empty wooden stool near the bar.

“They’re avoiding all of us.” Diluc sighs, frowning at the thought of you ignoring them after the incident.

“Could it be because we’re too overprotective of them?” Ayato asks, looking up at your closed bedroom door.

“That can’t be it! [Y/N] likes it whenever we’re protective of them!” Venti shakes his head at Ayato’s question.

“But not when we’re overly protective of them,” Kazuha interjects, a tiny frown appearing on his face.

“It’s quite obvious why [Y/N] is upset.” Baizhu chuckles dryly, shaking his head. It was obvious! Why weren’t the others getting the hint? Specifically Zhongli. Not only did Zhongli make you upset by mentioning Guizhong, but he fueled the fire by scolding you right after you had taken a tumble. The only bright side was that you weren’t terribly injured. You only got scrapes and bruises. You did sprain your ankle, so you ask Dainsleif to help you around the abode while ignoring others around you that had offered to help you. Specifically Zhongli himself.

“Well, they need to tell us what’s wrong. If it’s about the stupid abode, then [Y/N] shouldn’t be getting upset over not being able to explore something as old and vacant.” Scaramouche grumbles.

“Perhaps it’s something that relates to the abode that upsets them,” Albedo says softly, looking over at Zhongli from the corner of his eyes. Zhongli still didn’t get the hint and continued to contemplate what could have caused you to be upset with him, other than scolding you and stopping you from exploring an abode that was once owned by Guizhong.

Days have gone by, and it was like you were testing out how protective they are over you. Or, well, it seems like you were testing out their patience instead. One time, you came back to the abode after leaving to shop for some groceries, only to come back with an arrow stuck on your shoulders.

“What happened?!” Diluc gasps, running over to you, gently grabbing you by your uninjured shoulder.

“Treasure hoarders.” Was what you’ve squeaked out before collapsing into Diluc’s arms, dizzy from the amount of blood you’ve lost. Diluc picked you up bridal style before rushing you to the med bay where Baizhu and Albedo were. Baizhu and Albedo nearly had a heart attack at the sight of you being covered in your own blood, with an arrow sticking out of your shoulders.

“Dear archons, what happened?!” Baizhu asks, immediately rushing to your side with medical supplies in his hands.

“Treasure hoarders.” You breathed, your head resting against the crook of Diluc’s neck, eyelids feeling heavy.

“You didn’t have anyone accompany you in Teyvat?” Albedo asks, pulling on latex gloves.

“Well, Zhongli offered to accompany me, but I declined his offer and left.” You sighed, wincing in pain when Albedo gently tugged on the arrow.

“It’s really stuck in there.” Albedo hums, looking over at Baizhu.

“What do we do? Pull it out or get it surgically removed?” Baizhu glances over at Albedo, who is deep in his thoughts.

“Pull it out!?” You shrieked, jerking up from your spot, looking at Baizhu and Albedo with wide eyes.

“Pull what out?” Thoma asks, walking into the med bay while munching on his Dango. Thoma’s eyes fall on your shoulders; Thoma’s Dango falls out of his hands at the mere sight of blood on your body and an arrow sticking out of your shoulders.

“I’m okay! Just another day in the life of [Y/N].” You squeaked, giving Thoma a strained smile.

Long story short, Albedo and Baizhu ended up yanking the arrow out of your shoulders. You have never screamed so loud in your entire life that you were sure that it shook the whole mansion. Sadly, whenever you let out that loud, agonized scream, it attracted the attention of the others who weren’t there to witness it. Like last time, Zhongli gave you a disapproving look that reminded you of your parents.

“You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if you had allowed me to accompany you.” Zhongli sighs.

“Well, maybe I don’t want you to accompany me and would much rather have someone else protect me instead.” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest before wincing at the sharp pain that shot up your injured shoulder.

“Yikes,” Venti mutters, his eyes widening at your response to the ex archon.

“Ouch.” Kaeya hissed, watching the quarrel between you and Zhongli unfold.

“If [Y/N] said that to me, I would’ve cried myself to sleep,” Itto commented.

“They didn’t even say that to me, and it hurt my feelings,” Ayato whispers to Itto, Kaeya, and Venti.

“You’re still upset with this old man not allowing you to explore the old crusty, dusty, vacant abode?” Scaramouche asks, cocking his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes in response while Zhongli glared at Scaramouche.

“I think we should leave [Y/N] and Zhongli alone for them to talk it out,” Kazuha says, getting up from his seat.

“No! Don’t leave me alone with him!” You exclaimed.

“[Y/N]!” Xiao gives you a look, but you ignore it.

“Hey, if [Y/N] doesn’t want to talk to Zhongli at the moment, then let’s not force them to, alright?” Gorou speaks up, his eyes scanning the room.

“I believe that [Y/N] is just tired, and their injury is causing them to be irritable. They should get some rest.” Dainsleif says, helping you off the bed. You immediately attach yourself to Dainsleif’s side, your uninjured arm linked with Dainsleif’s arm. You failed to see the expression on Zhongli’s face after your protest of being left alone with him. Zhongli felt his heart throb in his chest painfully as he watches you and Dainsleif walk out of the med bay, completely ignoring his presence and stare.

You have bad luck when it comes to being outside of the mansion. You almost got killed by Childe and Itto’s weapons, you took a tumble down the side of a cliff, and you got shot in the shoulder by a treasure hoarder. If bubble wrap were to exist in the world of Genshin Impact, you were pretty sure that the men would wrap you up in bubble wrap to prevent you from getting hurt. What they didn’t think about was that you could get hurt in the mansion too. You were helping Thoma make dinner for everyone else.

“I’ll cut the onions.” You said, grabbing the purple onion from the vegetable bowl before peeling the skin off the onion.

“Here’s a knife to slice the onions.” Thoma hands you the knife with the handle facing your way. You reached over to grab the knife before placing it down on the wooden counter. After peeling the onion’s skin off, you began cutting the onion. You ended up regretting offering to cut the onions because now your eyes were stinging, and tears were running down your face. Instead of stopping to give your eyes a break from the whole onion ordeal, you persevered.

“So! What are we having for dinner?” Itto and Gorou walk into the kitchen, sniffing the air.

“Wow! Smells really good!” Gorou exclaims. He peeks over Thoma’s shoulder to see what Thoma is cooking.

You wiped the tears off your face, your eyes squinting as you continued to slice the onions. Your eyes stung so much as the tears that were rolling down your cheeks like an endless stream.

“What’s the matter, [Y/N]? Why are you crying?” Diluc asks, grabbing your attention from the cutting board.

You laughed, “Nothing’s wrong, Diluc! It’s the onions that are stinging my eyes, causing me to shed a tear or two.” You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. “I hate onions sometimes.” You sighed, tossing the slice of onions into a medium-sized bowl.

“You had me worried for a second. I thought you were injured again.” Kazuha says, gently nudging your side with a teasing smile on his face.

“Oh, Kazuha, I appreciate that you worry for me, but I’m not injured.” You poked him lightly.

“Thankfully, or else the funeral consultant over there will hurt someone if you were injured.” Kaeya comments, tilting his head over to where Zhongli stood.

“We’ve seen Zhongli angry before, but I don’t want to see how angry he can get.” Childe comments, taking a big bite out of the sunsettia in his hand.

“He’ll probably throw boulders like how he did that to me in the past. Isn’t that right, blockhead?” Venti asks, looking over at Zhongli with a teasing smile on his face.

“Throw boulders?” Scaramouche asks, glancing over at Xiao.

“Don’t ask.” Xiao shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind witnessing Zhongli throwing boulders at someone.” Ayato comments, biting down on his boba straw with a smile.

“I’ve witnessed it with my own eyes before….” Dainsleif says, giving Zhongli the side-eye. Zhongli looks at Dainsleif; the two held eye contact for a while. You and the others around you can feel the tension between Dainsleif and Zhongli. You pursed your lips before continuing to do your task of helping Thoma cook dinner. The kitchen is quite spacious, but not enough to fit over ten people in the room, with furniture and kitchen appliances in certain areas of the room. For some reason, everyone wanted to stay in the kitchen while you and Thoma tried to make dinner, thus making the kitchen a little bit cramped.

Gorou, Childe, Itto, and Xiao were chasing each other around (well, Xiao was cursing at Itto to not run in the kitchen) the kitchen. Thoma was carrying a pot of boiling water when Itto and Childe bumped into Thoma, causing the pyro vision wielder to jerk forward, spilling almost the entire pot of boiling hot water onto you.

From then on, everything was a blur to you, and you didn’t know what else happened afterward. All you could remember was your arm, your body, one side of your neck, and your face burning. You didn’t remember if you screamed in pain or if you reacted in any particular way because when you came to your consciousness, you were in the arms of Zhongli.

“It hurts, it hurts so much.” You sobbed; your body was shaking from the immense pain you were feeling. Your arm and legs were dark red from the scalding hot water. Diluc, Kaeya, and Dainsleif were scolding— no, yelling, at Childe, Itto, and Gorou while Xiao stood where you and Zhongli lay.

“I’m going to kill them,” Zhongli mutters, looking over at Childe, Gorou, and Itto with a glare.

“Take [Y/N] to the med bay,” Baizhu says.

“Carry them there immediately because I’m afraid that if we don’t get [Y/N] treated right away, their tissue and cells would be destroyed,” Albedo says, examining your reddened skin.

Zhongli didn’t speak to anyone after that incident, and he wouldn’t leave your side, even if you’ve thought about avoiding him. But you couldn’t do that, especially right after you saw the expression on his face while you were getting your burns treated. Now you have bandages wrapped around the areas that were burned by the scalding hot water. You were forbidden from stepping foot into the kitchen if Itto, Childe, and Gorou were present. You were pretty much bedridden until you were able to do everyday tasks without wincing in pain. Doctor Baizhu’s orders and Albedo’s order as well.

“Looks like Zhongli and Thoma will have to put a shield on you at all cost to prevent you from getting hurt,” Venti commented.

“Seems like it.” You sighed, laying down on your bed with a weak sigh.

“How are you feeling?” Kaeya asks, sitting down beside you as he tucks your hair behind your ears.

“It still hurts. I don’t really remember what happened when the water spilled on me.” You muttered, gazing down at the nude color bandages that were wrapped around your legs, arm, neck, and torso (which were covered by your shirt).

“You screamed so loud that glass shattered. You went into shock and nearly collapsed to the ground, hitting your head on the table. You were lucky that Zhongli was immediately at your side the minute he heard your bloodcurdling screams.” Ayato says, his eyes scanning your injuries. How many times were you injured within the span of a week? One was enough, but it seems like your luck seems to have worsened after the whole Itto and Childe sparring incident.

“I’m so sorry for spilling boiling hot water on you, [Y/N]! If I held onto the handles more tightly, it wouldn’t have spilled all over you.” Thoma’s bottom lips quivered as tears began to pool in his eyes.

“No! It’s not your fault at all, Thoma! Please don’t blame yourself!” You squeaked, grabbing onto Thoma’s hand, giving him a comforting squeeze.

“You never gave us a reason as to why you’re upset with Zhongli,” Xiao spoke up from his spot. You sighed and sat back on your bed, scratching the back of your neck, only to end up scratching the bandage.

“I…. got jealous that Zhongli still cares about Guizhong even way after she had passed. I wanted to have someone to care about me as much as Zhongli cares about her long after she’s gone.” You reply, tugging on the loose thread of your shorts.

“I’m sure he cares about you too, just as much as we care about you,” Diluc says.

You shook your head, “I’m talking about if I were to return to my world. No one will care or remember me long after I’m deceased. I don’t have a lover who cares about me as much as Zhongli cared about his deceased lover.”

“Guizhong isn’t Zhongli’s lover; she was his close friend,” Childe comments, looking at you quizzically.

“Either way, I’m never getting that. Ever. I’ll just be forgotten, as usual….” You trailed off with a sigh. “Speaking of being forgotten, I don’t think anyone in my world noticed that I had mysteriously disappeared.” You muttered, your shoulders slumped at the realization.

“All I’m getting from this is that you’re going to choose Zhongli in the end,” Scaramouche comments, earning a scoff from you. You shook your head and closed your eyes. Ever since you arrived in Teyvat, you’ve already been through so many things. But this week and the previous week were strange. You kept getting bodily injuries that could have killed you, yet you somehow survived all of these strange and dangerous events.

“As if I’ll be choosing any of you in the end.” You said, earning collective gasps from the men. “Oh, wow, I worded it wrong. I didn’t mean it that way!” You smacked your forehead with the palm of your hand.

“I meant that I don’t know if I’ll be returning to my world or if I’ll be stuck here forever. I’m hesitant about “choosing” who I want to be with because what if I end up returning to my world?” You ask.

“Why choose when you can be in a relationship with all of us?” Itto asks.

“I honestly don’t know how that is going to turn out. Some of you are possessive more than the others!” You exclaimed, looking over at Childe and Zhongli, who avoided your gaze with a faint blush on their cheeks.

“I believe that we’re all possessive over you in some kind of way,” Gorou says.

“Some of us might not show it, but we’re quite possessive. Even if some show it more than the others.” Kaeya looks around the room, making eye contact with certain people in the room.

“I think it’s cute that you guys are protective over me, but maybe dial it back a little?” You ask, giving them a pleading look.

“I don’t think that’ll be possible, dove.” Kazuha chuckles, shaking his head.

“You endured many injuries within a week; I believe that we should keep [Y/N] at the abode at all times.” Ayato declares. Everyone (except for you) immediately agreed to Ayato’s suggestion.

“If it keeps [Y/N] out of harm's way, I’m okay with that,” Zhongli says, sitting down on your bed beside you.

“Are there any objections?” Dainsleif asks, looking around the room for any protests.

“Yes, me! I object!” You whined. “I need to go outside once in a while! You can’t just keep me in the abode for a long period of time!”

“If it’s to keep you safe, we will do it,” Zhongli says.

You groaned and plopped back down on your bed, the top of your head hitting the wooden headboard of your bed, making you cry out in pain.

“Well, it looks like we’ll be getting rid of that headboard.”

“HUH!?!”

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hi! could you do “You don’t need to be embarrassed; you’re allowed to be sick”, “i don’t feel well”, “i’m not grumpy” with wandanat x reader, sick nat?

Taking Care Of Her

〚 Notes - Hey, hows everybody doing? Hopefully good :) Idk why but I felt like I havent written in ages but anyways, have I edited/grammar checked this? No I absolutely have not, anyways I still hope you enjoy :D 〛

〚 Summary - Nat's been pushing herself way too hard and it seems that persistant training comes with rather harsh drawbacks. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1220 〛

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Your morning had gotten off to a fairly typical start. You and Wanda were seated at a table with some other Avengers while enjoying your breakfast. Natasha, your other girlfriend, wasn't awake yet. Though redhead was sleeping in later than usual it really wasn't all too surprising. After a minor mistake in her last mission, Natasha had been relentlessly training for almost the entire week straight - pushing herself way further than necessary. She was way overdue for a break. So, when Natasha was still aside you when you’d woken up that morning, both yourself and Wanda decided against waking her, letting her catch up on some much-needed sleep.

And much needed rest it was, Natasha hadn’t told you yet, but she hadn’t been feeling good for the last few days now. Whether she picked something up on her mission or it was just simply a result of pushing her body too far was anybody’s guess but either way, she really wasn’t feeling great.

But she hadn’t expected to feel this awful. Natasha stirred from her sleep a few hours later, she rolled over, yearning the familiar and comforting warmth of your body - only was met with a painfully empty bed. She groaned, the action causing her chest to tighten, forcing her to cough thickly down against her pillow in a poor attempt to muffle the awful sound.

The overwhelming urge to stay in bed was overpowered by Natasha’s craving for comfort, ignoring her aching joints she forced herself up from the bed, taking one of Wanda’s shirts and pulling it over her shivering body.

She shuffled from the room, a chill coursing over her exposed flesh as her bare feet padded along the compound's cool tiled floor. Natasha felt herself grimace as beads of cold sweat ran down the nape of her neck.

You’d heard her before you saw her. The recognisable sound of Natasha’s sneeze echoed down the halls snatching both yours and Wanda’s attention. Almost in sync, the pair of you turned to see your girlfriend stumble into view.

“Natasha?” You almost gasped seeing pale girlfriend, her skin covered in a visible sweat despite her only wearing shorts and a baggy t-shirt, “Oh sweetheart...”

"Nat, my God," Wanda exclaimed as she rushed over to the redhead's side, her cool hand coming to be pressed against her cheek as she looked for confirmation of the fever, she suspected her girlfriend had, “Natty, you’re burning up!”

Nat only seemed to become aware of the other Avengers' presence at that point. It had taken her some time to get used to being vulnerable in front of her girlfriends. And it was almost embarrassing for her that you both had responded in such a public way, in front of everyone. Natasha recoiled slightly as she began to stammer, "No- No I’m not.”

"Sweetie do you honestly think we believe that?" You replied as you crossed your arms, your brow furrowing as you leant down and looked into Natasha's glassy green eyes. They're ringed with dark, smudged circles—clearly the result of a sleepless night or two.

"You don’t need to be embarrassed; you’re allowed to be sick " Wanda insisted, gently running the back of her hand across her girlfriend's hot brow.

“Just leave it, I’m fine.” Natasha pouted as she tried to stop herself from sniffling.

“Oooh, someone's grumpy.” Tony jeered from the table with a smirk which was soon wiped away when several unimpressed death stares were sent his way.

“I’m not grumpy...” Nat growled, straining the back of her throat which sent her into a fit of raspy coughing, an action which was soon followed by Natasha hiding her face behind her hands as she sneezed roughly down into them, “hHih-HEhktshoo! Hhi- Heh’kshuu!”

That seemed to drain any remaining energy from her already exhausted body. In response, Natasha's head dropped down as her gaze landed on the floor, her lips quivering as she tried not to cry in front of the other Avengers. She felt so weak in that moment, but her overflowing emotions could easily be blamed on her raging fever. They always seemed to make her weepy.

You know exactly what to do. You're her rock in times of trouble. "Shh, it's okay." You put a hand under her chin. Her green eyes lighting up with recognition and she melts into your arms. Your arms wrap around her in a hug. It's a nice moment. A quiet moment.

Well... quiet until Natasha’s breath hitched rapidly before she sneezed directly against your shoulder, “H’htsSHIEW!”

Your face dropped into an expression of blatant shock, your mouth falling widely open as you continued to hold onto your girlfriend as she sniffled. Wanda had to stop herself from laughing audibly at your reaction. You wouldn’t say that you were a germophobe per say, but the thought of getting sick made your skin crawl and despite the fact your body was telling you to go and take a shallow bath in hand-sanitiser, you held onto Nat, biting back your complaints as you whispered a small ‘bless you’ down against her hair, following your words with a gentle kiss.

The tip of Natasha's nose was pink and raw as she buried her face further into your shoulder. A shiver sent a wave over her sweat-slicked skin. A congestion-riddled mumble was all she was able to offer.

Wanda shook her head as she took the sniffling assassin from your shoulder, pulling her into her own arms. "Sorry," Natasha mumbles, blushing deeply and sniffing. Her nose is running and red, and that only makes it worse. Using the sleeve of her shirt, she wipes at her face. A small, pitiful noise slipped from her mouth at the kindness she is shown. And as she felt Wanda’s loving arms come to support her waist, Nat let herself whisper a quiet “I don’t feel well.” against the witch's shoulder.

“I know you don’t baby,” Wanda murmured as she ran her hand down, her other hand rubbed Natasha's back comforting, before pushing her hair out of Nat’s pale face, “I knew you’d been pushing yourself too hard recently, this is what happens when we take things too far.”

Nat only nodded; she knew Wanda’s words were true. She had been pushing herself too far. Her eyes flicker toward the rest of the Avengers before back towards Wanda, her face still reddened with fever, "They're not... mad, are they?"

Wanda's lips tilt, "Of course not. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Everyone's just a little worried about you, that’s all, but that can be easily fixed sweetie and I think we all know how.”

Her head is beginning to feel fuzzy and her nose scrunches in discomfort as she coughs again. Yet despite all her discomfort and haziness, she still recognises the feeling of your strong, tender arms as they come to sweep her up into your hold and in that a moment a new feeling washes over her. Relief. And she nuzzles into your neck, seeking comfort in the closeness.

With Nat safety held in your arms, you reached out to Wanda, taking her hand in your own as you began to carry Nat back in the direction of your room, “Come on Wands, let's go take care of her.”

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