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an0nymousmessenger · 8 months

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For I'll Keep Every Promise

Synopsis: He wakes up. Word Count: 2.4k tags. fluff, angst, happy ending Sequel to 'A Thousand Wishes Unheard' note: I was going to post this later but I think you guys need it. Ao3 Link

Darkness. That was all he could see. He felt nothing– as if he was floating in a neverending void.

He was dead.

He had to be. He remembers the bitter taste of blood coating his mouth– the way he struggled and choked on the very thing that ran through his skin. He recalls the loud ringing in his ear, growing ever louder as his vision faded out.

Well, he supposed he tried his best. Really. He gave it his all.

It just wasn’t enough.

What remained of his heart ached. He supposed he wasn’t able to fulfill his promise to you. He hopes you won’t blame him…he had held on till the very end.

Death wasn’t so bad. Before he went he was able to see his students, laughing and smiling, he even got to hold you close before he had left. Not to mention he even saw his friends again, and he had gotten to say goodbye.

He had no regrets.

Well…he supposes there is still one that lodges itself in the back of his mind.

It was you.

He had never gotten the chance to…

“Satoru,”

He turned his head to look at you, who was savoring your lollipop as you leaned back on the balcony.

Lemon flavored. The very sour kind.

He had a snide suspicion that it was to keep him away from stealing it…

“Satoruu~” you repeated, drawing his attention again.

“Hm?”

You flash him a smile, the kind of smile that lets him know that you are about to either stir up trouble or say something random.

It was the latter.

“What do you want to do when you're older?”

He snorts, “What kind of question is that? Of course– a sorcerer.” He wanted to add ‘what else?’ but decided it was obvious enough. Adding the last part would also ruin his good mood. His path has already been pre-designed and pre-routed for him. He has no other choice.

“No, what I mean is if all this didn’t exist.”

“Aw~ are you saying you would rather not have met me?” He sings out in a fake-pained voice, knowing that it was not what you meant.

You roll your eyes, having been used to his antics for a few years now, “Perhaps,” you say with a playful smile, “Who knows? Maybe I’ll be better off.”

“Nah, I doubt it.”

You sigh before turning to face him. You widen your eyes when you notice he is already looking at you, but quickly move on, but Satoru doesn’t let the red creeping up on the tip of your ears go unnoticed. “I’m saying if you didn’t have cursed energy and stuff…like normal people, you know?”

He wanted to laugh and point out that it sounded like you were indicating that people like you and him were the odd ones, but he decided to let it slide.

“I dunno, maybe I’ll start a singing career, something like that.”

“Pfft, so what? That you’ll get even more admirers and fans?”

“Exactly! What? Don’t you agree? My face is pleasant to look at.”

Scoffing, you say, “One of these days I’ll make sure to crush that ego of yours.”

He rolls his eyes before looking back out at the school grounds, watching the sun slowly set behind the forest of trees. Although he had said the first thing that came from the top of his mind, he supposed singing wouldn’t be that far reached.

After all, he excelled at everything.

"How about you?" he asks. "Do you have something in mind already?"

Observing the setting sun, you reply, "Mhm, yeah. Something like that."

"Really?" He sounds surprised, not realizing how seriously you were considering it. "What is it?"

Hesitating, you eventually respond, "It's... nothing."

His interest is immediately piqued.

"Come on! What's your idea? Share it with me!" He playfully pesters you with a grin.

"No!"

"You can't tease me like that! I told you mine, didn't I?" He whines a bit more before eventually coaxing it out of you.

It was when he saw you sigh, watching as the tension left your shoulders that he knew he won.

“Fine, I’ll tell you then. But you can’t tell anyone else– okay?”

He makes a gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the zipper away, his curiosity increasing. It always does when it comes to you.

“I want to be…” you wait a bit, as if for dramatic effect, “...an author.”

You turn to look at him after a moment’s silence before breaking out in laughter.

“Haha- what’s up with your face? Surprised?”

Indeed he was a bit surprised. An author? He had no clue. When it comes to you it seemed as if he's only ever scratched the surface. It made him want to know more, want to ask more.

He never does.

"An author," he echoes thoughtfully.

"Yeah."

He wanted to ask why, but you had already started talking.

“An author. I guess it’s because I want to write stories, I grew up reading them you know? Made me feel safe.”

A hint of melancholy graces your smile as your thoughts drift elsewhere; it's a different kind of smile than the one before–a sadder smile.

"Who knows? I'm sure being a sorcerer has provided ample material for incredible stories. I'll be entirely unique. Maybe I'll even include tales about overcoming curses and how people like us save the day."

"Why not add in a ridiculously handsome guy who defeats all the curses with seamless ease too? Make sure 'remarkably attractive' is emphasized."

Laughing, you playfully smack his arm. "Okay, Satoru. I'll consider it."

He couldn’t help but break out into an amused smile. What an odd dream, he thought. Though he supposed he wasn’t against it.

Satoru Gojo excelled at everything, yet nothing he achieved seemed to measure up to you.

He felt his mind start to drift and fade away, threatening to join the other souls in their lost journey home. Wait…he called out. He didn’t want to go just yet. He wanted more time, more time to replay his memories, to live in them just for a second longer.

“Satoru,”

He could hear your voice, calling him in that familiar and recognizable way that was only special to you.

“Satoru.”

He wished he could’ve told you how much he loved hearing you say his name, it rolls off your tongue so nicely. He was never one to care about names, it never mattered to someone like him.

All he needed was Gojo – a name denoting his status, lineage, and power. His first name barely held any weight compared to his clan's. No one needed to know who Satoru was, no one ever did…so he couldn’t have cared less for his name- and yet you somehow made him love his name– only when you say it does it sound special– like it’s his name like he is someone.

Someone other than the honored one. Someone other than the strongest.

“Satoru!”

There were a lot of things he never got to tell you, another thing to add to his regrets. If only he had been brave enough…if only he had picked up his courage and told you everything.

“Satoru- please!”

He paused. Ah- what is that feeling? He could feel something wet fall onto his face. Was it raining? How could that be? How could he feel if he was dead?

And yet that warmth around his face only made him more confused. He could feel as if someone was holding them, cupping his face carefully as if he could break.

"Please wake up… Satoru, I beg you…"

His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sudden brightness.

The first thing he saw when his vision came back into focus was your face. Your crying face looking down at him with your hands cupping his face.

Then he looked around, realizing that the battlefield on which he had been sliced in half was gone. He was in a room, a hospital room.

He looked down and saw the rest of his body, no longer split into two. Had Shoko done this?

“Satoru!”

He returned his gaze to you. You were smiling, smiling, and crying.

Questions, so many questions flooded through him at that moment, but he decided that he could ask those later. Right now was more important, right now felt like it was all happening inside a dream.

“Hey…crybaby, seems like you you missed me?” He teased with a small grin.

You gave him a look through your tear-soaked face as if you couldn’t even believe what he was saying.

“Y-You! You bastard! You annoying– infuriating- stupid dumbass!”

“Aw, come on…” he drags, “You don’t mean those…do you hm?” Although the tone in his voice is light– playful even as if he hadn’t just returned from death, as if all he wanted right now was to live this moment to the fullest, he was dearly wishing this– whatever this was– to last a little longer.

He slowly brings his trembling arm to hold onto yours, he wanted to hold on to you tight, as if everything he was seeing was about to break, to fall apart for him to realize it was all a dream.

He waited for you to disappear, to return to the part of his imagination that was playing tricks on him.

Instead, you move sideways to hug him, crying onto his shoulders.

"No...no, I don't," you managed through choked sobs.

He hummed softly, "I guess I kept my promise after all, huh?"

You nod into his shoulder, still holding him tightly.

You and him fall into a comfortable silence, he lets you cry on his shoulders just as how you let him hold onto you.

Several minutes passed before you pulled away, sniffling and attempting to compose yourself while wiping away tears with your sleeve.

Satoru wanted to reach out and wipe them for you, but his newly healed injuries did not allow him to, moving his hand had already been hard.

It went on like that for a while; you sniffling and crying as Satoru stared at you quietly, taking everything about you in as if this was the last time he was going to see you, just the same way he did on that night underneath the torii gate, using his eyes to try to imprint every detail, everything, every aspect of you into his memory.

That night felt like a lifetime away.

He was the first to break the silence, “Where are the others?”

By now you had calmed down, and were able to answer in a coherent way, “Recovering…everyone is- they’re fine.”

Fine. Not good, but fine.

He’ll take it for now.

“We managed to win and…” you give him a look, “you know…the students declared their victory for you,” You say with a smile.

His students. They managed to do it, just as he thought they could. He sighed contently.

You then spend the next half hour going over exactly what had happened after he had passed out, how Kashimo had come out right after him, and how eventually the rest of the students joined in.

In the end, they had managed to pull through, but it wasn’t over. Sukuna had been dealt with, Megumi’s condition was unknown, and Kenjaku was nowhere to be found.

Shoko had indeed been the one to heal him. Immediately after the battle they were able to recover his body and managed to heal him back together just in time.

“We- we almost- I didn’t know if we made it in time or not…” You say, choking up again. He could see the tears you were desperately trying to hold back, to look brave in front of him, trying to break through.

“Hey, I’m right here, aren’t I?” He beckons you to come closer.

He eventually holds you in his arms, drawing slow circles on your back, as he knows it calms you, “Shhh, I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere else.”

You mutter, “Better not,” which causes him to laugh.

He wanted to let this moment drag on forever, just you in his arms, just you and him.

“This…this is real– right?” He says quietly, and in such a small voice he doubted you had heard him.

You raise your head to look at him, the soft kind of smile he’s always known playing on your face, “Yes, Satoru. This is real, as real as it can be.”

He can feel himself start to tear up, because if he had to be honest- he was scared too, he was terrified, but he had no choice. He had to play his role, his role as the strongest.

But now he could just be Satoru, just him holding onto you, keeping you close.

“Then I’m glad.”

Bonus:

“Gojo Sensei!” Yuji, the always energetic kid exclaimed as he ran into the room, followed by You, Maki, Yuta, Nobara, Panda, Inanumaki, Shoko, and everyone else.

They all had recovered for the most part and seemed to be relatively okay. They all wore relieved expressions as they entered the room to see that their Sensei was alright.

Yuji was the first to arrive at his Sensei’s bedside.

“Hey, kid!” Gojo Sensei waved. He had recovered enough to prop himself up and do basic movements, which to Shoko had been a miracle itself.

Yuji then began launching himself into the things that had happened while Gojo had been recovering, and Gojo returned the energy. Everyone got their turn, talking until visiting times were over and they had to be ushered out.

You were the last to leave. Just before you turned the doorknob Satoru called after you, “Hey- wait.”

You turn around, waiting for what he wants to say.

“When- uh when this is all over and when you have some free time, let me take you out, yeah?”

You barely ever heard Satoru Gojo stumble over his words, and when he did you know it was because he was nervous, and everyone knows Satoru Gojo is never nervous, yet that always seemed to be the exception when it comes to you.

You found it cute, the way he would try to seem aloof as the back of his neck became a beautiful shade of bright red.

“Yeah, but let’s save that for when you recover.”

“Don’t worry! I’ll be up and ready by next week,” he says as if it were a fact, his blue eyes seemed to shine even brighter.

You sigh, even after coming back on the brink of death he still acts like a child, but you smile nonetheless, “Next week it is then.”

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo angst #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #fluff

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blueclownsworld · 2 months

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Could you do autistic non-binary reader with Dazai, Chuuya, Sigma or Kunikida? Like reader has a bad sensory day and their s/o tries to make a comfortable environment for them!

Sorry if this is too much aaaa,,,,,

Author's note: thank you for the request, hopefully you like it !! ( also it's not too much, i like detailed requests )

Content: s/o Sigma, non-binary autistic reader, fluff, Kunikida hcs relating to the request in the end ( as a separate part )

You were at the Sky Casino with your s/o Sigma, just talking and spending time with him whenever he wasn't occupied with helping customers. Though, as the evening arrived, so did a group of talkative and loud customers. The casino had already been noisy, but now it achieved a whole new level. It was simply too much.

"Are you okay?" Sigma asked as he walked back to you after helping a customer. He noticed the discomfort you had, and the way you seemed to be avoiding everyone.

You were visibly relieved as your s/o's voice brought you back to the situation. "Uh, it's too loud and busy here."

His eyebrows furrowed in worry "You don't have to be here if you don't want to. I can take you to my office, And I have a couple of books there too, if you feel like reading."

"Yeah, I'd prefer that", you answered.

🎀

Not a long after you got to his office, it was peaceful and quiet there as the noises of the casino didn't reach that far. The lighting was also more pleasant, a dim yellow light barely glowing in the darkness.

"Would you like a hug?" Sigma offered after he closed the door behind him.

You nodded, and he asked "A tight one?" as he knew that those usually helped you feel more at ease.

"Mhm, super tight", you confirmed and hugged him, his arms wrapping around you tightly right after.

Sigma kept his arms wrapped around you for some time, slowly rubbing your back to help you relax more.

After he felt that you had fully calmed down, he pulled away and asked "Feeling better now?"

"Yes, thank you", you smiled.

"No need to thank me, I'm just glad you're feeling better", Sigma answered with that usual caring tone of his.

"Hm, I'm going to go back to the casino now, see you in couple of hours after my shift ends", he said and gave a kiss on your forehead before returning to the casino.

🎀

Kunikida headcanons:

would have detailed notes about you and your preferences on things in his notebook; including your comfort foods, clothes, activities, environment.. If you ever told him that you were having a bad sensory day, he'd pull out his notebook and read about your favourite things and about what usually managed to make you feel better

would understand and feel your pain ( he seems very autistic to me :P )

if, by any chance, Dazai's constant yelling had caused you discomfort.. Well, you'd receive a hand-written apology for him after ( Kunikida had to give him a death glare and couple of threats ), promising that he'd keep his tone at a reasonable level

and ofcourse, Kunikida would always carry some useful items with him incase you needed them. That included noise-cancelling headphones, sensory toys, anything that you usually preferred in moments of discomfort

🎀

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pixiecaps · 6 months

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hm okay so these are all federation owned islands. the purgatory one USED to be something known as an egg island. however it has clearly changed. this explains why the federation cucurucho cinematic referred to it as a chill place that would be heaven and paradise.

the watcher refers to them being sent there as “they were so kind to send you this way.” clearly the they is the federation. which insinuates the federation/cucurucho had some established conversation with whoever runs this island to send them here. or at least that the watcher somehow KNEW they were being sent here. but here’s the one important thing the federation knew what they were doing to the islanders because elq knew. he was aware of where he was going when he took qq’s ticket, he knew. so the federation very purposefully sent them to this godawful place while they do “maintenance” to the dark matter.

i also am taking note of the religious imagery. cucurucho calling this new island heaven and then the watcher calling them sinners and saying egg island was to be a cute place that they would have loved and specifically “People LIKE YOU do not deserve a pleasant little break from the stresses of your previous island island. so I’VE taken the liberty of changing this place.” so outright stating it knew they were coming relocated AND THEN purposefully changed the calm nature of what this island was into a hellscape as a form of punishment for the islanders because it HATES them. for whatever reason it seems to have it feels like a very passionate form of hate. it called them VERMIN. it fully leads me to believe the watcher knows a lot of information about the islanders and their pasts. or has been fed some information to believe they deserve this cruelty.

the direct contrast of this island compared to their own really strikes me as interesting because obviously they’re imprisoned on quesadilla island but purgatory truly is PURGATORY. in the lore they’ve never had to worry about dehydration, food rotting, etc. all aspects of their lives that they took blissfully for granted. almost as if the federation WANTED them to realize how good they have it. or seem to have it compared to purgatory. and as a reminder purgatory is a place to cleanse your sins so in a way the federation sending the islanders there is a way for them to get them reformed. show them true punishment for all the rule breaking. and get them to a mental state where they’re more likely to obey when they return. to be happy.

this part of what the watcher said was interesting, “i’m sure you’re already hungering and dehydrating. good. whatever makes it harder for you to live.” so again literally stating the whole point of the trials and tribulations is to make them suffer MORE.

the element of a cursed team is the most interesting because that does directly impact the attempt of working together. someone has to lose. someone will lose. “What team is that? Can you figure that out? No.” this felt interesting to me because with the whole thought of a cursed team it seems like you could figure it out easily. i’d say the majority of the audience already has their guesses. but i was thinking about taking this sentence very LITERALLY. they can’t figure it out. because it’s not decided yet. it’ll be decided at the end. perhaps. maybe. who fucking knows. but obviously the threat of all their lives and the eggs is an interesting aspect because that means if theres one cursed team the other two won’t have that punishment if they lose. whichever of the three teams wins gets a “big prize” but the main focus is on this supposed cursed team. because if THEY lose then the eggs are all dead. the probability is very interesting to me. i really wonder why that team cursed specifically and how its chosen.

anyways that was interesting

#qsmp analysis

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fatuismooches · 2 years

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Omg this blog is gonna be great, may I request some soft cuddling hc's with Pantalone? (pls nothing suggestive in it) 🥺

♡ 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ♡

synopsis: Congrats, you get to cuddle with Pantalone! (Lucky you.) How does cuddling with the Ninth Harbinger feel though?

includes: pantalone w/ gn! reader

notes: Thank you, I hope you like my blog! As requested, here are your 100% soft cuddling headcanons with Pantalone, nothing suggestive. (This man has me in such a grip, he's so pretty.)

It is absolutely heavenly cuddling with this man. Expensive silk sheets, soft blankets, luxurious pajamas. Whatever will make you the most comfortable, Pantalone will buy it for you, no matter the cost. To him, your coziness is essential.

Pantalone is a busy man, so he often doesn’t have much leisure time with you. Well, the easy solution to this is to barge into his office and sit on his lap <3. He’s always wearing that fuzzy fur coat of his so you’re bound to be comfortable. He will definitely wrap you in it to make sure you don’t run away. Sitting like this, braced against his firm chest and one hand wrapped around you while the other is signing papers, is so peaceful and sweet.

You are free to do what you what - tell him about your day, read a book, or even doze off. Pantalone absentmindedly strokes your hair and brushes his fingers against your skin, inquiring if you liked the new shampoo and lotion he bought for you. He may not be with you all the time, but he really likes to know everything, even the smallest of details. I also think it’d be so cute if he tries to teach you some business while you’re all snug around him. He would definitely rest his head in the crook of your neck and chuckle when you lose track of counting Mora.

When the two of you are cuddling in bed, it’s so pleasant you could cry every time. He’s usually pretty tired at the end of the day, though he does a very good job at hiding it. During these cuddle sessions, he drops his guard as he finds your presence the only thing sweeter than Mora. He lets you play with his hair (you claim to be combing out the knots, but that’s a lie because Pantalone’s hair simply cannot be knotted) and take off his glasses. Seeing his eyes open takes your breath away every time <3 and Pantalone tends to stare at you with a smile while cuddling which makes you feel a bit embarrassed at his constant (but loving) gaze.

Pantalone likes to be the big spoon. From the trailer, this man looks super tall, so you are definitely getting held. He finds it cute if you try to leave the bed but you can’t because he’s holding onto you so tightly. He also loves when you’re snuggled up to his chest.

He’s a smart and observant man. He can easily tell when you want cuddles. However, Pantalone won’t initiate it because he likes to tease you. He will wait for you to bring it up and ask him first. But once you do he won’t hesitate to hold you in his arms.

“Hm~? What could my darling lover want with me now? Are they lonely, perhaps?”

“...Shut up and come to bed already so we can cuddle. We do this every day…”

“Ahh, so feisty as always. I’ll be right there, my dear.”

This man’s voice is so velvety and soothing. You ask him to tell you about his day just so you have an excuse to listen to him talk while you draw patterns on his chest. It’s mostly vague due to Fatui business, so you make him read something to you (you ban accounting books though, much to his dismay). You often end up falling asleep on him <3.

Due to his childhood growing up in poverty, I don’t think he was very used to real affection. It might take a while for him to completely become used to your genuine loving touches, but don’t worry. Once he’s sure, he is absolutely whipped for you!

#genshin impact #pantalone x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin pantalone #genshin x reader #pantalone #pantalone genshin #fatui harbingers #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x reader #fatui pantalone #genshin regrator

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sakuimpact · 2 years

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genshin boys: slow-dancing with them pt. 1

characters: zhongli, xiao, xingqiu, childe/tartaglia and chongyun.

genre: fluff

notes: *sigh* slow-dancing is quite romantic!! lol it’s not complete w/o the whole ‘staring into each other’s eyes’ thing. pls enjoy!! reblogs are appreciated <3

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zhongli: is actually very graceful and gentlemen-like. he twirls you effortlessly and sweeps you off your feet. you engage in pleasant conversation with him while moving in time with the music.

“y/n, what seems to be troubling you?”

“ah, i’m afraid that i’ll forget the steps to the dance.” you admit, wiping your sweaty hands on your clothing.

“you have nothing to worry about. your first dance is going to go off without a hitch.” zhongli says. there is a quiet confidence in his words that relieves your anxiousness.

“why do you think so?”

“because everyone will be looking at your smile. they could care less about how you dance. the important thing is that you enjoy yourself.”

“you’re right.”

xiao: is so stiff at first, grabbing your wrists instead of your hands—keeping you at arm’s length. once he calms down a bit and you tilt your head in an unspoken question, he is actually a very good dance partner. he knows all the steps, but executes them in an extremely rigid/practiced manner, more like a sword fight or battle. he pushes you away at the end of the dance almost immediately, his face a bright shade of red.

“dancing is a mundane activity. we adepti don’t partake in such things.” xiao mutters, looking anywhere but in the direction of your outstretched hand. he has practiced every single day for the past week, but it’s all leading to nowhere and you don’t need to know that.

“so you don’t want to dance?” you ask.

“no! i–”

“hm, maybe we can waltz some other time, xiao. no worries.” you begin to head towards the buffet table loaded with various cream puffs and petit-fours. sure, dancing is fun–but what’s the point of catering if you’re not going to eat?

xiao loosely takes hold of your hand, halting you in your tracks. “no, no. i meant that i didn’t want to dance with you in front of–” he pauses to take in the ballroom and the multitude of guests. “in front of everyone. it would be off-putting.”

a realization dawns on you. “aw, it’s so cute that you’re actually kind of shy.”

“shy? that’s the farthest thing from the truth, y/n.”

you let a giggle escape from your lips, warming you from head to toes.

“let’s just dance, xiao.”

xingqiu: the picture perfect dance partner. he’s really on time w the beat and very calm. he ends up using the dance as an excuse to fluster you—leaning closer and closer until you almost dip backwards. then he laughs a little and goes back to his previous position. he kisses your hand at the end, a knowing grin on his face.

“may i have this dance, y/n?”

“oh, xingqiu! of course.”

xingqiu leads you to the ornate ballroom floor and bows slightly. the dance starts off with the couple’s hands pressed against each other, as they step in a circle. thankfully, you and your partner aren’t anywhere close to the center of the dance.

after the first sequence of the dance is complete, xingqiu places one hand on your back, holding you in a loose embrace.

“have you been to a lot of dances, xingqiu?”

“yes. my father and brother often attend galas to further the means of the guild. i’ve been attending these celebrations since i was 7.”

“that explains why you’re so light on your feet.”

“maybe.” he steps closer, keeping a smirk on his face as you shuffle backward.

“xingqiu!”

tartaglia/childe: is actually a good dancer (???). maybe the tsaritsa made dancing classes mandatory? anyway, he’s very enthusiastic and vivacious—spinning and dipping you until you are dizzy. his smile is quite charming. he ends up challenging the other ppl in a dance-off, which makes for a very interesting night.

“y/n! let’s dance!”

“great!” you link an arm with childe’s and take your place on the dance floor.

the next dance is a mellow one and the music swells in 3 beats. one, two, step. one, two, step. you’re too busy concentrating on not stepping on your partner’s feet to notice the sudden change in formation. from a casual one, the couples are positioning themselves in a circle which happens to be the set-up for the next move. childe twirls you effortlessly, and there’s a feeling of weightlessness as you dip backwards.

“this is really fun, childe.” you laugh and laugh, caring less about the steps.

“agreed. what do you say we challenge scaramouche and mona to a dance-off?”

“are you sure about that? scara looks like he’s being dragged across the floor right now. . .”

“exactly! we’ll be there to ignite his fighting spirit!”

“if you say so–”

chongyun: my flustered ice baby!! anyway, he’s literally shaking his head and declining the offer to dance. he’s citing his condition as an excuse + the fact that he’s not very good at dancing? which rly isn’t true lol, but yk—yun is very shy.

“nooo, i can’t. i just can’t.”

you end up pulling chongyun’s hands along the ballroom floor until you reach a less crowded side of the ballroom. A nearby window is lit by the moonlight.

“why don’t you try dancing before you write it off, yun? it wouldn’t hurt to.”

“but i’m awful at it.”

you laugh a bit. “so am i.”

letting go of his hands you point at the moon. “just take my hands, and we’ll go slow, ‘kay? pretend it’s only you and me.”

“you. . .and me?”

“yes.”

“alright.”

he takes a deep breath, before gently taking hold of your hand. “y/n, may i have this dance?”

“you may.”

his shy smile gives way to a more confident expression as he places one hand on your waist. he’s actually a really good partner, staring into your eyes the whole time like you’re the only two people in the room. so far, your advice is working (haha). when the dance is finally over he gets all embarrassed again and retreats into a corner where xingxiu has to comfort him.

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cousticks · 7 months

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i'm so horribly rusty at writing. have this anyway. inspired sooooo loosley by my post about vintage radio vibes.

They were in a bar somewhere in Italy. Southern, far from conflict--a rare weekend off. It had been two years since Paul Verlaine had traded a numerical designation for a name, two exhilarating years of working under the cover of night across nations to change the tides of the never-ending war.

Two years of working at Arthur Rimbaud's side, of trading names and slowly learning what their original owners were made of. Two years of--

"You have quite the habit of getting lost in thought after a drink, Paul." Arthur's voice dammed up the stream of consciousness Verlaine had been following. "I certainly hope this one has been a pleasant journey." He raised his glass of wine in a gentle swoop in Verlaine's direction before bringing it to his lips, a toast to his associate's attention returning to the present.

Stone-grey eyes caught amber before Verlaine took a sip of his own glass, something red and local from the bottle the two men shared.

Paul subtly shifted his shoulders with a slight head-incline to match, graceful shrug and acknowledgement combined. "I wouldn't call the journey unpleasant, at the very least. Certainly smoother than our flight in."

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As it turns out, Verlaine is really only fond of flight when he's the one flying. As someone fairly used to fighting from above, the open air seemed more of a vulnerable position than a peaceful glide. The lack of control over the craft or where it went, as it was an average public passenger plane, did little to abate the man's uneasiness. A rather rough bout of turbulance frayed his nerves until Verlaine was considering steadying the plane with his ability, suspicion be damned. A steady hand pressed to his upper arm and a warning look from Rimbaud did far more to prevent blowing their cover than Verlaine's own self control did.

They had business in Italy, of course. Every bout of travel was business--however, not exactly strictly. Leaving the country shortly after arriving, after leaving damage, was unecessarily suspicious. Ever seeking warmpth, Rimbaud had insisted on a coastal town where the two could see the sun. And so,

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The bar was quiet save for the old radio crackling away two tables down, familiar buzzing blending in with the sea breeze toying with the shutters.

Rimbaud huffed in amusement at Verlaine's expense.

"Yes, perhaps we should travel home by train, hm?"

Home. What a funny thought that was. Verlaine noted in passing that Rimbaud had forgone his ear muffs in the warmth of southern Italy, allowing his hair to fall looser. He met his partner's eyes once more.

"The train sounds lovely."

#is this anything. is this anything?#is it anything at all?#i repeat. i am VERY rusty. other than pmreaper and i's sheep au i've hardly written in years #writing tag #rimlaine #bsd rimbaud #bsd verlaine #bsd stormbringer #apocalypse is on its way #placeholder rimbaud tag

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Grumps and Giggles in the Snow

(A/N: Ahhh, the holiday season has kept me busy but I’m glad to finally be able to post this, this is for Spooky!Anon, and it was very fun to write! Truthfully, I didn’t touch Genshin for quite awhile, but this fic (along with the release of The Wanderer, but mostly this fic) did inspire me to finally get back into the swing of it Genshin Impact, research characters, along with regrow and light the spark of loving them once more! I truly had a blast with writing this and I never wrote for this pairing before so it was very intriguing! So I’m glad I got to write it and I really hope it was to your liking! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!)

(Warnings: Tickles, nothing else!)

(Prompt: [Tickly cuddles n chase scenarios (or suprise me!!)])

Today was a day like any other, a peaceful, yet beautiful day. Liyue was in the winter season, elegant white snow falling to the ground as a certain archon bard and an adepti were cuddling up with one another, Venti sleepily leaning on Xiao as the Yaksha stared out at the snow falling to the ground.

“Hmm.”

Venti perked up at the noise from Xiao. “Hm? Something wrong?” The bard asked with a yawn, finally somewhat waking up from his slumber.

“Mm-mm.. just watching the snow fall… it isn’t often we get it here in Liyue.” The adepti stated, and admittedly, the snow was pleasant to Xiao! So he surely wasn’t upset over that in the slightest. Nor was the cold too bothersome to him. Venti was quite warm after all.

However, Venti let out a small laugh. “Yeheah! I forgot that snow isn’t too common here compared to Mondstadt. You like eating the snow a lot too.” He grinned as the fellow anemo user whom he had blessed with the vision nodded his head. “It’s good. That’s all.”

“Well, perhaps you should come to Mondstadt more! Everything is super festive there, along with lots of snow! And I’d be your guide after all.” Venti playfully nudged the stone cold, straight faced Xiao a few times as he grumbled like the big grump he was.

“Oh come on! Don’t be like that!” Venti giggled at the ‘tough guy’ who was refusing to smile. “Come on! Please?” Nothing. “I’ll be nice, I won’t even go into the tavern.” Nothing. “…I’ll get almond tofu?” A slight twitch at his lips, but alas, still nothing.

“Oh that’s it. Just know you asked for it!”

Just like that, Xiao felt a smile tugging at his lips upon feeling wiggling fingers at his sides, trying to squirm away from the tickles causing giggles to flow from his mouth. “Hehey!” He raised his voice, trying to be a little stand-off-like. To Venti, he simply found it to make his giggles louder and much more pleasing!

“Ehe! Hi!” The bard playfully greeted the Yaksha who kept squirming and giggling away. “Stohohop ihihit!” Xiao snickered before finally wiggling out of the archon’s grasp, quickly running to the edge balcony where he usually lurked, taking a leap from it and summoning his polearm, sharply deciding to lunge to the ground and did so with ease.

However this caused a mischievous chuckle from the bard, a grin appearing on his face as he dashed to the balcony, quickly using his wind to get to the ground fast yet break his fall, landing on his feet.

“Oho! C’mere Xiao! You’re being a grump and the tickle monster needs to tickle all the grumpiness out of you!”

Just like that, Venti began to rush towards Xiao, the polearm user’s hair puffing up and standing on its ends as he quickly stumbled to turn around since he was facing the bow user, then began to run away from Venti in a haste. And the chase began!

With the two anemo vision holders dashing through the snow, one of them, being Xiao, picked up some snow before throwing it at Venti who laughed in response. “Aww! Don’t be so mean now!” “Then stop chasing me!” And once again, a snowball was thrown at Venti as they ran.

However, a detail worth noting was the smile spreading across the darker of the two, the one who’s being chased, Xiao… admittedly, whether he liked it or not, he was having… fun! It felt silly and it reminded him of memories. Fond ones. Not that he’d admit he’s having fun, but this was making him much less grumpy and cold due to the playfulness.

But after a moment, due to thinking back on memories, Xiao snapped back to reality as Venti tackled him into the cold white snow, a small huff escaping the vigilant demon hunter. “Caught youuu!” “Don’t!” Xiao quickly spoke, causing the clever lyre player to grin. “Don’t what?”

“T-Tickle me!”

“Oh? Well of course!”

And with the yaksha’s failure to see the trick coming, he burst back into bunches of giggles from scribbling fingers on his ribs, wiggling side to side as the skilled fingers from the lyre player tickled away. “Kitchee Kitchee koo!” “Shuhush!” Xiao immediately became defensive, feeling a little bit of red creep onto his face from the tease.

The tough yet horribly ticklish demon slayer began to squirm around from the ticklish feeling. “Hehehey! Ohohoff! D-Dohohon’t be soho chihildish!” He demanded despite enjoying the silly nature of it, honestly… if this is what if this is like in more casual and enduring settings, he didn’t mind! It made the winter season somehow more joyful for him.

“Don’t be so mean now! That’s it! Now I have to use my secret weapon!” “Whahat secrehet— weAPOHOHON!? HEHEHEY! GEHhehet ohohout Of thEHERE!” Xiao shrieked out with his usual stand-off tone. Or rather ‘attempting’ since his laughter majorly sabotaged it, also attempting to bat and shove the bard’s hands out from underneath his shirt.

“Ehe. Why would I do that?” Venti played all innocent. “BEHEHECAUSE! YOHOUR HAhahaNDS AHAHahare cohold!”

“Oho! And here I thought you were so tough, now you can’t handle the cold. I don’t think that’s it… I think you can’t handle something else…” Venti suddenly stopped the tickly feeling that was causing the demon hunter to squirm and thrash around.

“Wh-Whahat?” Xiao giggled softly, clearly confused by the words coming from Venti, and just equally as confused by the fact he had stopped.

“Don’t be all silly… I think you, Xiao, an adepti, can’t handle how ticklish you are!”

Xiao would be lying if he said he didn’t get flustered and go slightly red.

Xiao also would be lying if he said he didn’t shriek upon feeling those ice cold hands underneath his shirt wiggle onto his stomach.

“So this is super ticklish for you?” Venti, obviously well aware of Xiao’s reaction, decided to play dumb to tease the squealy yaksha. The wind archon’s wiggling fingers traveling up and all around Xiao’s stomach, ‘clawing’ playfully at the sensitive spot as Xiao’s laughter became louder with the more time the skilled bard spent tickling him.

“VEHEHENTI!” Xiao finally called out, a squeal escaping him and causing his laugh to go up a octave.

“Yes, Sir Giggles?”

“I’M SOHOHORRY!”

Now that’s a surprising sight!

“Aww, for being a big grump?”

In any other case, Xiao would’ve glared and gave a snarky comment, but right now wasn’t much like any other case. But Xiao gave a quick nod to reply.

“Ahaww! Well, out of respect for anything left of your dignity, I’ll accept your apology, Grumps and Giggles!” Ah nicknames.

Honestly, Venti wasn’t sure he wanted to stop, Xiao wasn’t a laugher, a smiler, or anything like that! So to hear him laughing so freely and bubbly, a smile covering his face as he twitched around and squealed in ticklish joy was beyond enduring and lighthearted, and as much as he wanted to continue, he figured he’d gotten the grumpy mood out of the picture. Besides, there was still much more time in the day to tickle him… ahem.

But finally, the demon slaying yaksha was released from the tickle attack, a bunch of residue giggles escaping him begrudgingly, but if he was honest… he didn’t mind too much. He much rather think and deal with this and all the tickles and giggling that came with it than sulk.

“You alright?” The bard asked, also replied to by a giggly nod as Xiao slowly stood back to his feet alongside the man from Mondstadt. “Hmm… how about this, let’s go back, and we can make something like hot cocoa!”

“Hot… cocoa?”

The usually very defensive man questioned. “Never had that before?” Another silent reply, this time a shaking head to show he hadn’t. “Well! You’re in for a treat.” Venti claimed, gently scribbling and wiggling his fingers across Xiao’s sides; a burst of giggles escaping before the archon began to pull the polearm user behind him.

Apparently Barbatos decided not even 3 minutes after he had stopped was later in the day. But to him, it was worth it to hear that burst of bubbly and squeaky giggles from Xiao.

“Well come on, Grumps and Giggles!” Venti exclaimed as he allowed the winds to swoop them both up and lift them to the balcony.

Needless to say after they both surrounded themselves with blankets, Venti had made some hot cocoa for the two of them, allowing themselves to be warm and watch the snow fall once more with a lighthearted and joyful feeling that the holidays and winter brought.

“…Venti?” “Hm…?”

“…Thank you.”

A small giggle escaped the bard.

“Mhm… Just know you aren’t safe from the cold hands!”

Within moments, Xiao found himself laughing once more, kicking out with joyful sounds and noises.

“VEHEHE—!” Xiao fumbled out in ticklish glee, Venti with a grin on his face before Xiao’s hands began to gently scribble at a certain bard’s hips, causing a giggle filled with hiccups along with the bard’s hands stopping their ‘attack’ to retract and defend from the ticklish sensation. “WOHOHOAH! wahAHAIT! XIAHAHAO!” The archon squealed before the fellow man slowly flashed a smile, his hands quickly making work of Venti’s hips, causing laughter.

Needless to say this is going to be a eventful day of snow and giggles.

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A roaring, rushing sound. A warm, pleasant place, lingering for only a few moments and then ... cold. Darkness. Silence.

Then a low hum, slowly increasing in volume and clarity and he could see a hooded figure above him, as well as the inside of a complex stony cave.

"It worked ... can you hear me? Can you remember anything?"

"Rrrr" The confused reply came.

"Hm" The hooded figure took a small book out of a satchel tied about his waist and began taking notes, talking aloud to himself as he did so. "Day 1 - experiment seems to be a success. The skeleton is alive. Unclear how much - if any - memory it has. Unclear if it understands speech"

The hooded figure slipped the notebook back into his satchel and turned to face the rather confused figure lying where he'd left him.

"Listen skeleton, I am Necromancer Smurf. I have restored you. In return, you are to help me with my experiments. Do you understand speech?"

The skeleton's glowing yellow eyes blinked and he made a guttural noise from the glow about his throat.

Disappointing, Necromancer thought. Here he was accomplishing the forbidden arts and yet his first step would be to train his creation like a toddler. Still, the process of revival had sapped much of his strength, and this may be the time needed to restore it. After all, such greatness couldn't be rushed.

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Sorcerer carefully descended into the cave, running a hand along the rocky wall for guidance. The old diaries he'd found from a Necromancer Smurf many centuries ago seemed to have implied he left the village for this very island. And perhaps this island held the next set of clues about the achievements he made in life. As morally questionable as he was, Necromancer had to have been a fascinating man, and if any of his findings were useful to the Smurfs then Sorcerer found it made sense to bring those discoveries back for examination.

At the end of the cave, Sorcerer brushed aside a piece of fabric that was hung like a curtain and held his torch aloft. Jackpot. Piles of old books, papers, rudimentary carved desks. Jars of bones and items of unidentifiable origins. Sorcerer made his way to one of the books and picked it up.

"Hm, that's strange. None of these books are dusty .."

Actually, the whole cave was rather clean. Suspiciously so, considering Necromancer had already been an older Smurf a couple of generations before. Perhaps it was something magical in the cave. Sorcerer flipped to a random page in the middle of the notebook he was holding and began to read.

"It grows weaker by the day, I fear my creation will not last much longer on small sacrifices alone. If it is to fail, then I am to commit the ultimate sacrifice. I am an old and weak Smurf now, and I refuse to let my accomplishments go in vain. I will sooner defy Death before I ever meet them in their kingdom."

Well that was ominous. What an earth was Necromancer's creation, let alone the ‘ultimate sacrifice’. Maybe one of the other books had the answer. Sorcerer was reaching for another one when a voice startled him.

“Hey! You there – oh my Smurf, you’re a Smurf!”

Sorcerer whipped around, knowing it couldn’t possibly be Necromancer himself - even Smurfs don’t live that long. But when the light of the torch fell upon the figure, Sorcerer wished it had been.

If it wasn’t for sheer shock keeping him rooted to the spot in sheer terror, Sorcerer might have fainted then and there. It was impossible. It was shocking. It was … amazing how this pile of bones was talking to him right now. A tall, skeletal figure with hollow sockets and glowing golden pupils loomed over him. Well partly skeletal. Sorcerer couldn’t help but notice the blue skin that still clung to some of his form. Had this … creature been a Smurf? “N-Necromancer?” Sorcerer croaked out quietly once he’d gotten over his initial shock.

“Necr- no no silly that was my old master, he’s long gone if you’re looking for that guy. But hey you’re a Smurf! And I don’t get many visitors – well some guys come to the island every few years or so but they always seem to run away for some reason, you must be different!”

The creature held out a bony hand in what looked like a friendly enough gesture.

“I’m Skeleton Smurf. Friends would call me Skelly - if I had any, actually that’s mostly what I call myself. I have to talk to myself here, I’d go CRAZY if I didn’t, do you have any idea how long I’ve been here? No me neither. A long time. Anyway it’s great to see another Smurf after so long!”

Sorcerer had stopped listening half way through because his mind and heart were racing with anticipation. He’d set out to bring books back to the village. He had no idea what Papa would have to say about this discovery.

***

“How do – erm hi, sorry”

Skelly turned his head. A shorter Smurf wearing beige that he’d not seen before was standing just behind him, fiddling nervously with the strap of his shoulder bag. He was very clearly addressing Skelly, but seemed nervous about his approach.

Since coming to the village a few weeks ago most Smurfs except Sorcerer and Papa had avoided him like the plague, so this was new. Skelly’s curiosity was peaked even before the stranger began speaking again.

“T’is awkward … err well when a’ heard Sorcerer had brought back a skeleton a while ago a was curious y’see, a just didn’t realise it t’were a er, well um…”

“Living one?” Skelly grinned, now turning to face the Smurf with the strange hat directly.

“Reet! A mean tha’s crazy – not you! Am sure yer a great fella, a just meant – ah, what am tryna say is - Am Archaeologist Smurf”

Archaeologist held out an awkward hand for the skeleton to shake.

“Youse can call me Archie, everyone else does. Tha’s my thing – archaeology; history, old pots, bones, am kind of an expert on all tha’”

“Ah I get it” Skelly’s yellow eyes glowed brighter for a second. A Smurf who was interested rather than terrified was a good start “You think I’m fascinating!”

“Err, well in an archaeological sense”

“Good, it’s about time someone recognised it” Skelly thrust his non-boney hand into Archie’s outstretched one and shook it enthusiastically “Call me Skelly – everyone else does! I like you Arch-of-ology Smurf, I think we’ll get on just fine”

“Ah, quite” Archie shook his wrist once the skeleton let go; Skelly had a surprisingly strong grip for a guy with no working muscle system. “Erm a ‘ope this isn’t too personal a question, Mr.Skelly, but do you ‘ave any idea ‘ow old you are?”

“Mm .. not really. Sorcerer gave me some numbers on his estimate but I wasn’t really listening, maths has never been my strong thing, why?”

Archie’s eyes lit up for a second.

“Ah, tell me – ‘ave you ever been carbon dated?”

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First impressions are very important after all

Archie (c) The Smurfs (and Sorcerer technically but adapted by me)

Necromancer and Skelly are mine

#the smurfs #smurfs #my art #BFM oc: Skelly #BFM oc: Necromancer #Archaeologist Smurf #Sorcerer Smurf #Baby Smurf #Archie & Skelly #necromancy

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Time Skip (Time Patroller!Vegeta/Reader)

AN: I hate this! Very much! It's not my best and I know it, but I reallly wanted to write this silly idea with Vegeta and tbh, I think I made it more complicated than it needed to be. I'm not sure how well I managed to get his personality down and make Reader interesting so please be nice to me-

Pairings: Vegeta/Reader, Goku/Reader and Trunks/Reader suggested

“Hm. And you’re sure of this?”

“Yep. Seems like Fu’s been really active lately.” You take a sip, exhaling warmth, “The later quadrant of the 3rd dynasty has been in a wreck. The Namekians tried their best to remove the problems caused by suddenly having to deal with a wartorn Saiyan instead of the usual overgrown frog monster.”

Vegeta hummed, eyes closed in thought. The cup in his hand steamed softly, light blue glass tapping under a finger. His eyes were closed in silent bliss as he brought the warm drink to his lips, “You’d think he’d get over this ridiculous stretch for power. Surely after all his stunts he’s regained enough of himself to be content after the mockery we made of him.”

You shrugged, “Well maybe he just wants to kick your asses sooner.” His bitter grunt went ignored, “Speaking of,” The red cup was set down onto its plate, “Is Goku going to come back anytime soon? I’ve been wondering about that for the past hour now.” He could feel the weight of those curious eyes falling upon him in a familiar leer. The urge to scoff was pushed down-did you think so low of the idiot already?

Vegeta sighed through his nose, “The idiot is out on another solo mission. Some bullshit involving Earth this time, Fu seems to have thoroughly pissed him off by removing some important events and resetting triggers again.” A light twitch to his brow belayed his suppressed irritation, but the glass in hand barely rippled. It would be unlike him to let a perfectly good drink go to waste.

The brow raise at his statement was palpable, “Really? What kind of events?” The table rocked just so when you stood. Clearly the buffoon screwed something up in the base again–probably from fucking you too hard on it, again. Which he would have to repair. Again.

He was quickly tiring of cleaning the moron's mess.

Instead, he focused on his drink, delightfully warm in his grasp. A special blend, made from a hybrid of earl grey and some similar variant from planet Vegeta he had swiped the seeds of during his last visit. Though unfortunately it was very bitter on it’s own, something even the prince admitted was not very pleasant. But adding a few of the more passive leaves from Earth seemed to be enough to drop the acidity, making a near spicy tingle to an otherwise placid delight.

“The one involving that woman he met as a cub.”

All movement paused on your end of the table, halfway between grabbing your dishes. His senses ticked on the curl to your energy that belated the little sneer you'd make whenever you heard something unsavory. The dishware clinked softly as he set the empty cup down, the little saucer being pushed aside.

“...Chi-Chi?” Your voice was soft, he noted. Quieter than your normal bite, “...What did he do to her?” Though you tried–for which he would commend–there was still a wavering note to your voice. A sign of what to come if he spoke the wrong words; sadly, it was all he had for tonight.

“..She was killed. Found dead by the boy version of himself before he could ever know her.” His arms, sleeveless in his blue one piece undersuit, crossed over his firm chest with a finger tapping at his bicep, “It appears he had found her too late and the reptoid chasing her caught up. No doubt because of that twisted imp Fu’s meddling.”

Finally he let his eyes open. A glance towards the woman worthy of being his mate told him all he needed to know.

You were not his former wife. His wife would have been calculating strategies the moment the words left his lips. Her blue eyes would shine with the deep intelligence he’d fallen for, the respect he bore proudly on his breast shining through his own as she dug deep into her mind at possible retribution for such actions and ways to rectify everything back to normal.

It was hours like these where he was consistently reminded of the differences. His old mate was fire incarnate, bursting into a roaring blaze at the sound of any insolence. She would immediately launch into tirades of the bastard’s tyranny and how she’d give him a piece of her mind-something that commonly led to more romps in the bedroom than he could count.

Yet, while you bore the same intense fire and will Bulma had, your reactions differed vastly.

Tonight you were silent. Your eyes, so unlike his old mate’s, stared at the cold stone with a hard glare as if you intended to break it. If given the power he wouldn't be surprised if you did. Though he could see through the farce you had laid--behind the presented anger on your face the vapidness he’d only seen on planets he conquered centuries ago stalwartly remained. A gaze warriors make when presented with an unwinnable scenario yet refusing to surrender.

He knew you wouldn't admit it, but you were about to cry. He commended you for trying but the salt twisting in your scent gave her away.

A brow of his own raised, “Woman-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, grabbing his cup and heading to the kitchen, “I know he gets emotional about it. I’ll keep some leftovers in the fridge for his stupid ass when he gets home.” The bite in your words was twice as venomous than a stake to the heart. Fury barely suppressed stoked the flames of your ki and he curled his lip at it stabbing into his own.

Of course you’d gone from upset to angry, like all the times before whenever one of them acted like an idiot. If you were a Saiyan he’d be more than aroused by your rage–and he had been many times–but the reason behind your ire was a bucket of ice water to any fire in his loins.

The topic of their former wives was delicate. You’d accepted it was their past, part of them to the core-it wasn’t like you were going to reject their offerings after all this time. But he knew the topic itself was still difficult to cover. You’d been told how long they’d been married and mated. The loss had been devastating- one of the many reasons you’d been their choice next was related to the intense pain both elder Saiyans had felt. To know that one of your mates was reliving the grief had to be an immense weight on your shoulders. Coupled with the insecurity you were undoubtedly revisiting, he knew you were in turmoil.

Though he could not help the twist in his gut at having to address the issue once more. A bitter coldness dripped into his ribs, the resentment palpable but contained. You were, at your own core, still human. The frailty you fought hard to hide would still find ways to break through regardless of the power shared between you and them. He turned the irritation inward at his own ridiculous response–he could not expect you to be as complacent as a normal Saiyan.

Though it didn't stop it from being annoying.

Silently he stood up. The chair was scooted back against the table, cup abandoned for now as he entered the kitchen, arms crossed firmly over his chest. Those angry eyes that could rake gooseflesh over his skin were focused intently on the dishes clattering within the sink. The rag squelched soapy suds across the glassware in your irate scrubbing, as if you could scratch out the feelings within. You were completely involved in the task, which left you wide open.

You yelped when your feet were swept out from beneath you, “Vegeta what-!?”

“Quiet, woman.” Firm, muscled arms braced underneath your back and knees as you were hoisted up against his broad chest. The awkward dangle of your long legs and shoulder nearly being shoved into his cheek went ignored as always as he turned away from the sink.

He could feel your confused glare burning into his cheek while he trudged out of the kitchen. Your legs dangled over his arm, back in an awkward angle from his hold. The bemusement seeping from your gaze raised his hackles when he had to scrunch your body together just to squeeze out of the doorframe in the dining room to the living room and it took tremendous effort not to glare in your direction. Instead he dropped onto the couch, cradling his mate in his lap.

Even at this angle you were still so much larger. An eyebrow twitched when his shoulder propped up your bicep, your knees squished up on the other side of his chest in a familiar crushed carry. And yet he could feel you were so very small right now as he held your in his grasp. He could hear how your heart thrummed like a bird in a cage, held back by the irritated glare you leveled at him

“Vegeta what are you doing.” It wasn’t a question. You stated what you wanted, a fact he found incredibly attractive even with your current state. He knew you were upset, both at his actions and the situation you’d found yourself in, but he;d be damned if he didn’t remedy the clear mistake in your logic.

"I know you're overthinking again." You fell silent, no doubt staring at him in mute shock, "You're second guessing Kakarot's bond to you. You're thinking about how he doesn't respond with the same anger whenever you are in danger, and maybe you've even got the insane idea that he would return to the woman of his past." A soft swallow bobbed in your throat. The sound drew him to glance at you, tracing the downward path of your soft skin from the corner of his eyes. Tense as a drum, a frustrated frown on your lips.

"Well I'm going to tell you to get over yourself. The fact you have such little faith in his bond to you is unacceptable, even if he is an idiot. He spent decades on his own grieving the loss of his first mate. It was damn near pathetic how inconsolable the bastard was, always lamenting what he lost and giving me a headache even when he understood I was going through the same." His eyes closed as he glanced away. Remembering the burning pain never ending in his ribs, the encroaching darkness that remained at the edge of his consciousness. It was maddening how close he'd come to reverting to his old ways just to bury his feelings deep until he was nothing but a ball of rage again.

Yet he held firm, glaring holes into the far wall, "And then he found you. And he refused to shut up about it. He prattled on about your face, your voice, not even your name was spared as he made a fool out of himself. He could barely focus during training and got plenty of what he deserved when he allowed his thoughts to drift to you." The prince scoffed, "Even Trunks could see the obsession festering in that idiot long before he could admit it to himself. It was as humiliating to watch as it was to hear."

Finally he set his narrowed gaze to yours, "If you honestly believe he would leave you to return to his old life, after all the blood and pain we've gone through to make you ours, then you're sorely mistaken. And I do not want my mate to be so weak as to have waning faith in her mates."

You were staring at him. The irritation was still present in your eyes but had lost much of it;s intensity. A cute flush began to decorate your cheeks, but it was ruined by the all too familiar struggle of you trying not to laugh. Indignant by your amusement he glared harder, to which you snorted outright.

"You're terrible at making people feel better, aren't you." Your snickering made him huff and look away annoyed, "Don’t be like that, it was cute.” A low growl, “Alright, handsome. You're very handsome when you try." His obstinance weakened when you drew him back with your fingertips on his jaw, kissing his cheek. Had he been a weaker man he would have blushed harder, "Although I didn’t expect you to defend Goku of all people. Are you starting to go soft on him now?"

A snort had him rolling his eyes, "Of course not. I don’t play favorites, especially with Kakarot. It’s just insulting that you think so little of his attachment to you as if he would return to his old life like a cowering dog. And I will not stand to have our Saiyan ways defiled by your ignorance." Now he was letting her go in favor of crossing his arms, refusing to look at her.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, "Fine, I'm sorry alright. You're right, I was overthinking." You waved at his glare while sliding off his lap to the cushion next to him. Your hands busied themselves by straightening the rolled up sleeves of your sweater back down over your wrists while he clicked his tongue at you.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to him. It was his bond you insulted, not mine." With a nod to the closed door he settled into the couch more comfortably. You glanced at him when his arm found it;s way over your shoulders and hauled you into his side, "But I doubt he will be back anytime soon, so get comfortable."

You sighed, “Fine, I’ll just find something to do until then.” With a brief peck to his jaw you made to get up but instead, found you couldn't. A few tugs on his grip proved it sturdy and your wide eyes found his, "Wait, are you going to hold me until he gets back?" Another, harder pull did not change his hold, the beginnings of a smirk tugging the edge of his lips. You faced him with a glare, "Vegeta, I can’t sit here all night."

He raised an elegant brow, unphased, "And why is that? Tell me, is it because you neglected to finish the cleaning you set out to do this morning and have been reduced to doing it late at night." When you failed to answer, indignant rage immediate on your face, he smirked, "Of course you did, lazy woman. You just sat around like a princess waiting to be serviced didn't you? Expecting me or Kakarot to help you through them, I assume?"

Your pout was at full force, "Kind of, yeah. But let me guess, his royal shortness wasn't going to, was he."

His brow twitched but his smug grin remained, "Not even being my mate will spare you from your own incompetence." A devious chuckle answered your miserable groan.

"I know Goku will." The bite punctuated you turning away with your nose in the air. A desperate attempt to gain ground in the argument.

"You could ask Kakarot to rearrange the planets and he would do it for you." He dismissed the thought with a wave of his free hand, reclining back into the couch. Checkmate.

You leveled an unimpressed raise of your brow at him, "You say that like you wouldn't." Unexpected play, but he could retaliate still.

Just as uninterested his gaze lazily flowed towards your lips and back, "As an action to prove my loyalty to you, I would go to any limit. Even bringing the head of that Fu bastard to your feet if you desired." Ground reclaimed, checkmate.

You cringed, "Gross, no. That's Hell to get out of the carpet." Of course you weren;t the same level of tactician as he, but you were much wiser in knowing when to forfeit before the combat became too much.

He shared a soft chuckle with you in place of verbal sparring, exhilarating as it was. The tension had ebbed out of the air, a peaceful silence falling into the room. He could turn on the TV, since the remote was sitting on the coffee table mere feet away, but he was comfortable as he was. His mate was leaning into his side, pacified once more and his son and Kakarot were nowhere to be seen for the next few hours. He had you all to himself for the foreseeable future, but all he wanted was to remain as he was with you in his grasp.

A soft kiss to his cheek made him grunt, "Thank you, though. For trying to make me feel better." You grinned at him from above, your head nestled down into his shoulder.

He stubbornly ignored the warmth on his cheeks as he let the traces of a smile grace his face. Instead he pressed you even closer in an attempt to drown out the thundering beat of his heart in his ears.

#vegeta x reader #goku x reader #trunks x reader #the bite writes #dragon ball #this took me over a week to write the basics #then nearly a whole month to finish :)#I am in pain

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anfie-in-the-box · 1 year

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X-tra Dark Cream & Dark Cream Week

Notes

No action, not even much angst, although it's not exactly fluffy either. Still! One of the warmest works for X-tra Dark Cream so far!

The main story can be found here! Please feel free to skip my works for Dark Cream Week if you want to read Turns, twists, and paradoxes chronologically! Enjoy!

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Nostalgia

Dream and Cross sit on a roof, not too high above the ground but enough for it to be a quiet night with only the swift wind and the gentle moonlight to accompany them. Cross hugs Dream from behind, his hands circling his love's waist. Dream looks at his own hands, at the ring on his finger, and it shines, starlit — a star of its own right. All Dream's light is focused in that ring. When darkness overcomes him, he seeks the weight of it, the smooth edges, the glint, everything.

In a way, we're all stars.

Dream's become a black hole, though. He gave up his light to set his brother free from the curse that's taken his life — perhaps not literally, not to the point of death, but it's even worse, everything Nightmare had to live through. Dream's been suffering, but Nightmare had it worse.

Only they're not comparing traumas.

Cross' warmth beside his back reminds him of this simple truth.

None of them deserved what they got.

So today Dream refuses to fall. He's not alone, nevermore, and with Cross' help, he will soar.

"Cross?" Dream whispers.

"Hm?" his beloved murmurs in return, caressing his ribs through the clothes and goop. Dream smiles, softly.

"Remember when you proposed?" he pauses, thoughtful. "It's so unfair that to accept, I needed to lose everything once again… Or, well, I suppose, not everything. I still have you, and I have Nightmare, and Nightmare has Killer and Ccino… It's still so strange to never be alone anymore. It used to be just me against the world, from the beginning, and now… Now, it's us."

There's a surge of gentle fondness and determined devotion behind Dream's back. It's so easy, so pleasant to feel Cross' emotions — his love for Dream and his hate for the world that's wronged them so. Complex and genuine, raw and bright like stars, Cross' emotions guide Dream back to him.

"I remember," he responds. "It's not the happiest memory, but I treasure it dearly."

"So do I," Dream nods, ever so slightly. "Now I realise it took a lot of courage to ask and even more loyalty to accept my answer as it was," Dream sighs. "I never knew I could be happy. And now I truly can't be — such potent positivity hurts me so very much, and I can't let myself die, we all know it'll be the end if I do. Maybe the Multiverse never needed us to maintain the balance, maybe there's no balance needed at all, but the curse, if it ever prevails, will never stop until it drowns the Multiverse in negativity. We won't allow it to happen. I just know we won't. We're too good of a team to fail, despite our differences, despite everything. And despite everything, it's still me. And now that I accepted your proposal… it's nice to think that someday, I will be able to just be happy. With you, and with my brother, and like him, we'll find a home of our own."

"There'll be no need to hide anymore," Cross whispers, wistfully. "No need to run. Not from Nightmare, and not from ourselves. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"

"It really does."

They sit in a tight embrace. They smile. They reminisce — about the good and about the bad, about the tears and about the laughs, about those long gone and those who are still there.

Dream looks at his ring, and it shines like a loadstar it is.

Someday, it will bring them home.

But for now, they'd make their home in memories. And it's okay. It's more than he ever had.

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Credits

Undertale © Toby Fox

Dream!Sans © jokublog

Cross!Sans © jakei95 / xtaleunderverse

Shattered Dream © galacii-gallery / shattereddreamsau

Dark Cream and Dark Cream Week © zu-is-here

X-tra Dark Cream © me (anfie / anfie-in-the-box)

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Notes

Are there references to Zu's Loadstar comic? Duh. Obviously. It just fit so well with the atmosphere and the mood, I had to. Did Dream think this way because he talked to Killer about it, since it's Killer's POV in Loadstar? Maybe! See in the main story whenever we get to this point!

#anfie writes #x-tra dark cream fic #dark cream week #dark cream #shattered!dream #cross!sans #utmv

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shiningwonderland · 4 months

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Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Memorial 3 - Your Fur is Unlike Anything on this Earth

I am a dog. My name is Alexander.

I am a male Borzoi breed.

One look at my lush, white coat and no one can doubt my pedigree.

I am a loyal dog who accompanied my master to this country from the distant Silk Palace.

“...We’re back.”

He immediately released me from my leash as soon as we walked through the front door of our home.

“Arf!”

I, finally free, barked with joy and shook my head, feeling liberated.

I don't like restraints like leashes or reins.

Leashes, in particular, are a nuisance because they have to be worn every time I go outside.

There was never any need for such things back at the Silk Palace, and I believe a master's command alone would suffice to compel a dog such as myself to obey.

In the past, I did get a bit carried away and bumped into a passerby once, and ever since then I've always had to wear a leash.

…It’s truly a shame.

Today, I appeared on television along with my master.

There’s been more demand for this kind of work recently.

It appears it is trendy nowadays for celebrities to introduce their personal pets to the public.

I am proud to help my master in his work, and I welcome this trend.

My co-star for this occasion was the lion, Rodriguez-dono.

The work itself was simple, as I only needed to keep close to my master, but it was great to reconnect with old friends like Rodriguez-dono, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

I generally don’t like felines, but Rodriguez-dono is an exception.

It hurts me to see how often he is misunderstood because of his appearance.

“Alexander, come.”

My master called for me, brush in hand.

Being the smart dog that I am, I immediately knew why I was summoned.

It’s time for a brushing!

“Arf! Bark bark bark bark!!”

“...Noble dogs shouldn't frolic around. It's unseemly.”

“Woof.”

As soon as I settle in and quietly move closer to his feet, he begins to brush me.

He brushes my fur carefully with a hog-bristle brush.

I love brushing time very much.

He is a busy man, but has almost never missed a daily brushing.

My brushings are sometimes done at dog daycare facilities, but the people there are not nearly as skilled as my master.

My master would never scrape my skin.

His gentle combing is so pleasant that it lulls me to sleep as soon as he starts.

This must be due to the difference in affection.

“...Mm. This should do nicely. Your fur is unlike anything in this world.”

He always ends our brushing session with a light pat on my back and a compliment on my fur.

“Arf!”

I love these moments very much too.

Seeing my master's face as his eyes narrow slightly is priceless.

“Now then…”

Putting away the brush, my master rolled his shoulders and sat down on the sofa.

…Oh.

Is he feeling a bit down?

It seems so. He is a man who devotes every day of his life to his mission as the Queen's Sword.

It's a demanding assignment and no matter how resilient one is there are bound to be times when one feels drained.

This is where I come in.

What is something I can do for him…?

…Got it.

On that note!

I would like to propose that we play some frisbee today!

I hurried over to my toy box, picked up the frisbee with my mouth and ran back to my master.

“Bark!”

Frisbee makes for a wonderful pastime to help forget the sorrows of the world!

Come on, master!

Let's have fun together in the backyard!

“Bark! Bark bark bark bark!”

“...Hm? Today's not the day. I have a script I need to look over.”

…Woah!!

He replied curtly and started reading a script as he had said he would.

“Guh……”

How could this be….?

There’s no way… I never thought he’d turn me down for frisbee….

It comes as a great shock, but I cannot disturb my master.

I hung my head and sullenly curled up in a corner of the room一

“Um… Alexander.”

Someone called out to me.

It was the young girl who had been playing the piano just a few moments ago.

Her name is Something Nanami or other.

She was recently brought to the tower.

I naturally hold a higher status in this house, and she primarily handles the housework.

However, this newcomer is incompetent.

Occasionally, when my master is too busy, she will brush my coat, but her hand is too weak.

On top of that, her cooking and laundry skills pale in comparison to the work of the maids back in Silk Palace.

And yet, she's still better than that Whatever Aijima cat from before.

That cat was big and useless.

He couldn't even properly prepare my meals.

“Alexander. If you’d like…”

The young girl went on to say more.

She may be considerably better than that cat, but I am not one to readily accept someone of lower rank.

It is true that this girl carries an air of elegance akin to that of the Queen back in our home country, which is something to be commended, but I have been ordered by my master not to get too close to her.

I chose to pretend I didn't hear her, turned away and closed my eyes.

“If you'd like, I could play some frisbee with you.”

…What?!

I looked up without thinking, and Something Nanami was smiling at me.

“You really want to play, right? I have time today, so what do you think…?”

Nu… Nuu….

Is this… newbie trying to trick me?

I am, however, a loyal dog, and would never do anything to betray my master's order...!

“Alexander. This is perfect. Have that woman play with you.”

“Arf! Arfarfarfarfarf!!”

Really, master!? Really, really!?

I can play, I can play, I can play!!?

“Look at how you’re wagging that tail… I’m happy you’re happy. I know you love your frisbee.”

Ha….

I was so overcome with joy that I lost control of myself.

This blunder is unbecoming as my master's dog. I must be self-disciplined.

“What's with that complicated look on your face? Just go. I can't concentrate with you barking.”

“Ruff!”

Yes, gladly!!

Ah, that’s right, master! Since you are here, you too can join us...!!

“I've already told you that I can't. You’re wasting my time.”

“…Woof.”

It was inevitable. I accompanied the young girl to the backyard.

She's not as athletic as one might imagine, and caused a tremendous amount of trouble for me as soon as we started playing, but… that’s a story for another time.

#utapri #all star #all star camus #camus utapri #camus memorial

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 9 months

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FIRE AND BLOOD: Part one: The beginning of the end. Aegon x reader, Aemond x reader (or x oc it kinda depends how you view it)

🔷Summary: You become Aegon and Aemond's plaything/pet and have a sexual secret relationship with them.

🔷Author's note: Rebranded for redacted

Wordcount: A tame under 1k

🔷Warnings: Forshadowing, Aemond being a terrifying mf but nothing else yet. No smut or gore, violence.

Brienne's pov/You pov

'Another time,' you tell the prince next to you. Prince Aegon Targaryen tries to pronounce the book sentences you high marked with inkt but he clearly is in no mood to learn.

He is an diffcult student to motivate. You know that by now. You have been teaching him a year now. 'Do you think I'll make a good king?' He randomly blurs out. You clutch the book you are holding. You bite your lip.

'Your sister will be queen, if the gods are willing. You will never need to worry about sitting the throne.'

'Good. I dont like being prince. I suck at it.'

'Well, maybe this is your chance to show yourself that you dont suck at high Valyrian!' You wiggle the book excitedly and silly like taunting a dog with a biscuit. Aegons eyes roll but he has a pleasant sincere smile on his lips. 'Come on, let's get to work. We started in chapter four and you did very well last time so-'

'I didn't bother to read it. Without you, reading is so boring. you make it more fun. You sparkle when you are reading, you know. It's very intriguing to watch.' You wanted to groan but feel your cheeks turn warmer and warmer. Intriguing. That is a first.

'Am I making you blush, my lady? I didnt mean to make my teacher uncomfortable. It would be bad for our very professional relationship if any of this-' You dont let him finish.

'You idiot,' you hiss at him before smacking him with the book. Aegon chuckles before running off. You take after him, not giving up that easy. 'You-' Another shadows falls over you and Aegon. His smile disappears and you know very well by now that his walls are back up high. You quickly compose yourself, bowing your head to the other prince who also lives, no you are certain, haunts this castle.

'Prince Aemond.' The much younger yet more serious prince looks at you and his older brother, chasing each other like children playing tag.

If Aegon is blood then he is fire. 'Brother. Mother wants to see you. It's important.' He ignores you, mostly for now. You feel a bit embarrassed you were seen hitting the other prince.

Aegon pretends to read one of the books you picked out for him. He does not like learning but he hates seeing his mother even more. 'I'm busy, brother. I am learning. educating myself. Training my brain.' He picks up the book. Its upside down.

You sigh and force yourself to smile at the other prince. He doesnt even pretend to smile back. 'Aegon, I think you should leave. Your mother is probably worried enough as it is. Good work today, your accent is getting better and better.'

You hear Aemonds low mocking chuckle. It makes you boil with rage and you want to hit another prince with a book. 'You wanted something?' You demand, when Aegon left the room.

He sits down in Aegons chair and starts reading the books you picked out for him. 'I read these when I was four.' He remarks.

You take the books from him and but them back in the shelves. Hastily and nervously. You dont know why but something is off about him. 'Hm. I might take on some Valyrian lessons myself. I see its quite the experience.' Expierence. What does he mean with that?

Probably just mocking Aegon. You hope. 'Funny, you are fluent. Your brother needs it.' You learned it from your mother when you were much younger than both Aegon or Aemond.

The prince laughs. 'He doesn't deserve to learn such a beautiful language. He is a idiot.'

'Everyone who isnt you is a idiot in your eyes..' eyes. You curse yourself. 'I only meant that nearly no one can accomplish as much as you, my prince.'

He leans back in the chair. 'Its because most people don't have to struggle the way I did.' You sigh but carefully compose yourself. struggle? He has people to warm his bath for him. He has people to dress him. He has a house with hundreds chambers and has more gold than he can spend. What did he struggle with? His one eye that his nephew took? Something very common among common people? Is he really that upset the gods took it from grating him a dragon?

You wont tell him, but you are worried about Aegons process. You worry very much. Every step he takes in the right direction is two steps back in another subject. It's like he cant remember what he learned not even a week ago. ''He is not remembering it, is he?' He smiles smugly. Happy with his brother struggling and being miserable. 'All that drinking killed whatever was left of his brain.'

'Your brother is fine-' He slams his fist on the table and you flinch, unintended. He gets up.

'Maybe you should stop flirting with him. He is not learning anything if he is distracted.' He says, staring you down like you are an enemy on the battle field that he cant wait to slay.

'Well, i-'

'I'm serious about taking up lessons. Who knows what you might learn me. And what I might learn you in return.' He says. 'I'm a better student than Aegon. Whatever you teach me, I remember. And whatever I teach you well: You'll remember that was well.' He leans in closer.

'Unless you are fond of punishment of course.'

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year

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Riiju-Lei: I was wondering if you could help us with something else besides the whole end of the world business ay?… *removes his helmet and unties the fabric from his forehead showing his third eye*

Neloth: *turns around* Oh and what would that b- *drops the black book he was holding* VORYN?!

Kaidan: Who?

Riiju-Lei: *eyes suddenly rolling to the back of his head again* oh no-

Taliesin: *literally dives catching him in his arms as he collapses* Xel?!

Xelzaz: *already has the potion ready* I’m on it!!

*a few hours later*

Riiju-Lei: *awake and tiredly sipping tea after coming out of yet another fit* please someone just kill me I can’t keep going on like this.

Neloth: *inspecting his features and comparing them to very very old notes he’d taken on house dagoth when he was younger* oh hush you’re fine. There’s simply a part of your brain attempting to block out something that could potentially hurt you. And given what your friends told me I’m guessing it’s Ur Dagoth attempting to possess your body when you’re already Voryn Dagoth.

Kaidan: But- he’s not he’s Riiju-

Riiju-Lei: that’s just the name my adopted mother gave me… I don’t know what my real name is or who I am or who my birth mother and father were…

Neloth: Indeed. Besides, even though it’s been well over a few hundred years I still remember your face very well from my time in the council. You were a real thorn in everyone’s side. Honestly the only difference I see between you now and you then is now you’re actually polite and- oddly pleasant to talk to.

Riiju-Lei: da always said manners cost nothing…

Neloth: a shame your father didn’t raise your past self then, really the only person who liked him was Nerevar and-… hm… I wonder…

Xelzaz: What is it?

Neloth: Nerevar. Of course. He’d certainly know how to help you but, where he is is a bit of a mystery.

Lucien: isn’t he y’know? Dead?

Neloth: what? No no. He got killed yes by the tribunal but he came back in another form and walked as himself for so long he returned to his former chimer glory. He seems to have an extended life thanks to Azuras blessings. *sighs* lucky bastard.

Kaidan: any idea where he might be kicking around then? We could certainly do with his help if it’ll stop these fits.

Neloth: Well, no. As I said his location is a bit of a mystery. He goes off on long journeys for months, years even at a time. And only really returns to morrowind to attend to temple business as the hortator, or to restock and rest before he suddenly up and takes off again. He could be anywhere in tambriel as we speak.

Riiju-Lei: *sighs* great…

Neloth: Oh don’t look so upset. I’ll do my best to help you, if you can gather me some more information on these. *holds out a heart stone*

Everyone: NO!

Riiju-Lei: *instantly falls into another fit* ugh no-

*Meanwhile*

Captain Veleth: *standing on the docks with the councillor & second councillor* I’m telling you. Lad just grew a third eye.

Lleril Morvayn: that is concerning but… considering he also helped us get the mine back up and running and saved your life, and now he’s looking into these ash spawn attacks for us… let’s keep it away from the temples ears for now.

Adril Arano: I have to admit I am concerned sir… if he is the reincarnation of the sharmat-

Lleril Morvayn: Then we inform lord nerevar. *looks up to see a ship sailing into port flying the indoril banners* and speaking of which…

#Neloth #riiju lei dragonborn #dunmer dragonborn #Kaidan skyrim #Xelzaz skyrim #voryn dagoth #dagoth ur #indoril nerevar #skyrim taliesin #Lucien skyrim #inigo skyrim

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lilianlay · 2 years

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Tickletober day 24 - candy/potions

Albedo x Kaeya

- Hi baby, you wanted to see me?~ Into the alchemist’s office, a pleased Cavalry captain entered and immediately walked over to his boyfriend’s table.

- Oh, yes, thanks for coming so quickly. - Albedo took notes and tried to hide a slight blush.

The taller man chuckled, sat down on the table and folded his arms.

- You seem to need something from me.

- Kaeya, get off my table. - the alchemist said seriously.

- Mmm, but is it so comfortable here, or do you want me to sit on your lap? - the blue-haired smiled slyly.

- You can be quiet for at least a minute. - the blonde got up and went to the shelves with books.

- Ohh, it looks like someone's in a bad mood. - the user of the cryo element came up and hugged his boyfriend on the cheek.

- Please, not at work.

- baby, everyone has long understood that we are dating, and is someone else's opinion really important to you?

- Of course not, I don't care. I just called you to help me.

- Hm? And in what? -the captain still didn't let go of Albedo's embrace.

- I decided to try to create a new kind of potion for warmth when someone goes to Dragon spine. It should keep warm much longer.

- Very interesting. Although it seems to me that you should have invited a traveler for this. He goes to Dragon spine a lot more often, I go there just for you. Kaeya kissed him again.

- Aether is busy now and I want you to do it. - the blond looked at the taller man.

- Hehe, anything for you. - the captain winked.

- Kaeya!

- Okay, what do I need to do?

Albedo huffed and went to the closet and took something out. He handed it to his boyfriend.

- Wait, candy? - the user of the cryo element was surprised.

- Yes, it seemed to me that it would be much more pleasant to eat a candy with a potion than just drink an incomprehensible liquid. - explained the alchemist and took his notebook for notes. - So, after you eat it, you must describe to me everything that you would feel.

- As you say. Kaeya put the candy in his mouth. - Good taste.

Then they began to wait for it to work. But we didn't have to wait very long.

- I feel the warmth that spreads throughout the body. - the captain began.

- Excellent. - the blond makes a record.

- It's nice.. - after that he twitched. - Ahh - blue-haired grabbed his stomach and doubled over.

- Kaeya?! - the user of the geo element immediately ran up to his boyfriend. - Oh no, are you hurt? Please do not be silent.

But instead of answering, he heard laughter.

- Em Kaeya?

- Whhahahahay dihihihidn't yhahaou whaharn me thahahahahat thihihihis pohohohotion was teheheherribly ticklhihishsh. - he captain began to squirm. He felt hundreds of soapy fingers tickling his entire body.

- Wait, what?

- It tihihihihihihckles mehehhehee! - It was hard for the user of the cryo element to stand on his feet, so he fell to his knees.

- Must be a side effect.

- Sihihihihide effehehehehect?! Stohohop thihihis!

- I do not know how.

- Yoohohohu cahahahan't leheheheave me lihihike thhihihiis.

- Of course - he giggled softly as he squeals at his boyfriend.

- Ihihhihit's reheheheally ahahahahawful! Whahahaahahay nohohohohot Aethehehrhr? Ahahahahnd whehehehehn will it ehehehehend?

- Mmm, since it's a long-term effect, maybe a day or more.

- Whahahahahat?!

- Just kidding hehe. I think that soon everything will pass.

Albedo continued his notes while Kaeya was already lying on the floor and wiggling his legs in the air.

The alchemist gigglled softly and soon the effect ended and Kaeya lay wearily on the floor.

- You are hero. - the blond kissed his boyfriend.

After that, Albedo took care of him.

#tickletober #tickletober2022 #day 24 #candy/potions #genshin impact #tickle genshin impact #tickle genshin #tickle fic #tickle drabble #albedo #kaeya #albedo x kaeya #kaebedo #ticklish kaeya #ler!albedo #lee!kaeya #tickling

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rosenongrata · 8 months

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Heart of the Sea

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Summary. A serene jazz songstress slowly makes her way through the artistic ranks of Fontaine—hoping to eventually connect the dots to her past and lost memories through music. And as she always says, "People come and go as the tides of the sea do."

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N. yes. another oc/canon fic i'll probably have trouble with finishing…………………. LOL! anyway, im obsessed with these two as of yesterday. someone get these worms outta my heaaaad!!!! enjoy :)

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 AO3 Link.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Chapter W.C. 1039.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 CW. None................YET. Fluff.

Chapter 1 — A First for Everything.

It's raining again today.

People scurry back to their homes as the rain pelts them from above. Sure, rain is normal here in Fontaine, but it's hardly pleasant either most of the time, even within the Court.

But, somehow the rain intensifies the fragile beauty of the songstress' voice that sits on stage. As her slender, veiny hands dance across the black and white piano keys, her eyes flitter shut to fully dip herself into the song.

Chief Justice Neuvillette doesn't want to be here—no matter how pleasant the water tastes and no matter how wonderful the woman on stage sounds. But, some of the little Melusines had implored him to tag along to a little jazz studio down the street.

He prefers hearing the songs that the heavy rain sings. A human voice could never compare to the pitter-pats of raindrops on the stony pavement—

"Hm?" Neuvillette finally notices one of the Melusines that invited him here has disappeared. "Where did she go…" He mutters to himself, turning in the other direction in his seat at the corner table only to notice the other Melusine is also gone. "They're all gone—" It dawns on him that he spaced out so hard that all four of the little girls had gone with the wind.

When his icy eyes flicker to the stage, he notices the four little Melusines standing at the edge—jumping up and down with pure, unfiltered glee. One of them asks for an autograph on her napkin…it was all she had on her person.

The songstress nods to the four little girls before finishing up the song—ending on a bittersweet note that could only allude to the abrupt death of a lover. He wasn't paying attention too much to the song itself, so when he hears those last words about "Beloved of the Sea," he feels his heart sink. He nearly frowns at the implication, but puts it beside himself for now.

The songstress hops off the small stage after the end of the song, picking up a quill pen from the nearby bar. She laughs about something with the bartender for a brief moment—her smile sweet as candy. Not that Neuvillette of all people would know how candy tastes unless a Melusine forced one into his mouth.

The four small Melusines tag along, following her to the bar. The woman notices with ease but acts surprised when she turns back around. It makes the four girls giggle and apologize bashfully, she pats one of them on the head and forgives them with the grace of an angel.

"H-Here!" Menthe sleepily chirps, handing the songstress the napkin.

"Thank you, little Menthe." The woman nods and scribbles down her very first autograph onto the unused napkin, adding a couple of small hearts as a nice, memorable touch.

"O-Oh, you know my name?" Menthe jumps in surprise, she's unsure about whether she should be scared or not right now. "I hadn't even introduced myself yet…!" She bemoans.

"No worries, I heard such a lovely name in passing the other day when I passed the cafe." The older lady reassures, "And I will tell you mine." She crouches down to the Melusines' short statures, handing Menthe the napkin back. "My name is Kafka. And here's your autograph. Thank you so much for being my first fan!" She nods and claps her hands together.

"Your very first?!" The girls let out a collective gasp of surprise.

"Indeed. People come and go as the tides of the sea do." Kafka giggles, "So, please… Keep that autograph safe." She affirms.

"Y-Yes, Mademoiselle Kafka!" Menthe nods rapidly, hugging her napkin close to her chest. She scurries back off to her table with two of her friends, leaving only one behind.

"How can I help you, Sedene?" Kafka interrupts the lonely Melusines' thoughts.

"Can…Can I put in a song request?" Sedene asks, a curious expression on her features as her hand touches her chin.

"Of course. I'd be happy to try my best." Kafka beams.

As Sedene and Kafka discuss the new song, the three other Melusines return to Neuvillette. They're radiating with joy, and he can't stop himself from finally relaxing. He smiles a little.

"What might you have there, Menthe?" He inquires softly. He already knows what it is, but it's the right thing to do to ask about what happened.

"Mademoiselle Kafka's autograph!" Menthe hops up and down on her bare heels, presenting the signed napkin to him. "Be gentle with it, though." She says very sternly, which he takes to heart.

"I will be as gentle as possible, do not worry." He nods, taking the soft paper napkin from her.

"Thank you for being our first fan!! Sincerely, Kafka and Anais…❤"

That's what the autograph reads—the handwriting is rather small and messy, but still legible. He can only assume Anais is the barkeep. He sighs a little, his icy eyes drifting back to the little girls. He hands the napkin back to its new owner.

"Congratulations on getting your autograph, Menthe." He smiles a little more, "Take good care of it—"

"I want to frame it." Menthe interrupts, a curious expression painting her features. "…Where do I buy a frame?" She asks, sitting down next to him with the other two at the table.

"I will find you one soon." He offers, causing her to clap softly.

"Thank you so much, Monsieur Neuvillette!"

"Not a problem." He nods while he watches Sedene reapproach the table, "Hello, Sedene. What were you two discussing?"

"Oh, well… I asked if she had any songs about Melusines," Sedene starts, crawling up onto her seat before plopping down. "She doesn't, but she said once she does her research, she's going to compose a song for us."

"How wonderful." He assures, "…She sounds very kind-hearted. An autograph and, soon, a new song for you all…" He murmurs. "I am very happy for you four." He speaks up, a soft twinkle in his pale eyes.

"She's so nice! Almost as nice as Monsieur Neuvillette!" Muirne nods happily, "Her hand is pretty rough to the touch, but she was so gentle about patting my head…" She recalls.

He sighs in relief.

…And the rain finally stops.

#mine #genshin impact #oc #original character #oc: kafka #ship: neuvikafka #fic: heart of the sea #canon x oc #oc x canon #oc fic #genshin impact oc #neuvillette x oc

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