aroseandapen - Tumblr blog

aroseandapen · 10 days

Text

{Regardless of Duty}

Though the injury Furina's sustained is no more than a scrape, and the bonds of her duty have long since passed, Clorinde insists still on tending to her - because she cares, regardless of duty.

Clorinde ushered Furina over to a rock to sit, kneeling before her to examine the scrape on her knee. Seeing the woman on her knees, in such subservient pose, Furina couldn't help but avert her eyes. Guilt boiled in her gut.

"There's no need, really. It's barely a scrape; it doesn't even hurt that much." Furina's breath came fluttering. Try as she might to project her usual confidence, she couldn't quite disguise the waver of her voice.

Clorinde didn't respond, only pulled a tissue from her pack.

"And besides!" Furina leaned back onto her hands, poised as if to claw herself away from this embarrassing position. Even when she'd pretended to be the Hydro Archon, she would never let someone - even Clorinde - see her injured. It would ruin the godly facade. "You don't have to protect me anymore, that's no longer your jo--ouch!"

She hissed, stunned into silence by the sting as Clorinde pressed the tissue against her knee, dabbing away the ooze of blood.

And then Clorinde finally spoke.

Read More (AO3)

#srb

8 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 12 days

Text

{Regardless of Duty}

Though the injury Furina's sustained is no more than a scrape, and the bonds of her duty have long since passed, Clorinde insists still on tending to her - because she cares, regardless of duty.

Clorinde ushered Furina over to a rock to sit, kneeling before her to examine the scrape on her knee. Seeing the woman on her knees, in such subservient pose, Furina couldn't help but avert her eyes. Guilt boiled in her gut.

"There's no need, really. It's barely a scrape; it doesn't even hurt that much." Furina's breath came fluttering. Try as she might to project her usual confidence, she couldn't quite disguise the waver of her voice.

Clorinde didn't respond, only pulled a tissue from her pack.

"And besides!" Furina leaned back onto her hands, poised as if to claw herself away from this embarrassing position. Even when she'd pretended to be the Hydro Archon, she would never let someone - even Clorinde - see her injured. It would ruin the godly facade. "You don't have to protect me anymore, that's no longer your jo--ouch!"

She hissed, stunned into silence by the sting as Clorinde pressed the tissue against her knee, dabbing away the ooze of blood.

And then Clorinde finally spoke.

Read More (AO3)

#furinde #furina #clorinde #genshin impact #drabble

8 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 17 days

Text

I need some Situations to put some guys (gals included) in.

#Ya'll have some excellent situations

6 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 5 months

Text

{Beneath moonlight, sweet peace sung}

Humming to the company of a blubberbeast, Furina receives a pleasantly-surprising visit of a wanderer, and so switches to a more pleasant melody for them both.

Moon and stars shone upon the beach, replacing the day's harsh spotlight to cast Furina in a soft silver glow. Her cheek pressed against the wet skin of the blubberbeast's belly, idle hand gently slapping a rhythm into its patient side.

As the sun fell away, Furina's voice rose in a hum. Without the projection required for an audience, her song, yet sweet, maintained its fragility. With only those who expected nothing, these Fontemer Aberrants that lined Fontaine's shores, Furina's guard fell away in pieces.

Though her eyes remained closed for some time, she felt a presence prickle the back of her neck. Thick lashes fluttered open, and as she raised her head from the creature, her gaze met another's and her humming faded into silence.

She cleared a lump from her throat, lowering her eyes with a faint smile. This wasn't her first encounter with the other, after all.

16 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 8 months

Text

{A little sand in the hair, peace in the air}

Very often when a Divine Priestess takes a walk around the island, she can't help but get caught up in politely giving her people attention and emotional labor. A wanderer who is an outsider to Watatsumi, however, feels no such obligation in sparing their feelings to help Kokomi escape.

The moment they'd stepped foot near the village, as if Kokomi's foot pressed a secret switch, a small group of children ambushed them. They swarmed about her legs, eyes bright and mouths full of a thousand questions for their Divine Priestess.

He didn't care for children, and so the Wanderer move off to the side until they would disperse and the two could continue their walk. Unfortunately, as the children's interest waned, an older woman noticed Kokomi, and pulled her grandson over to make their greetings as well.

11 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 8 months

Text

what if i just made this month: finishing the rest of femslash february september lol

#unfortunately i ran out of ideas tho rip #i need to do kokolumi more justice tho #posting here after like 6 months and it's not even writing lol #i got a genshin rarepair (other than kokolumi) in the drafts rn tho i wanna post that today #not f/f tho

5 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{A Meet Between Happiness and Jubilation}

Elesa and Skyla introduce their pokemon together, and watch them get along instantly. For @femslashfeb day 11, future

“Those two get along well, don’t they?” Elesa mused, watching her togetic flutter around Skyla’s perched togekiss. Whenever togetic hovered in front of the other, their faces briefly nuzzled, before she went back to her hopping flight. “Do you think they know they’re related somehow? Even though they hatched separately.”

“Maybe. Wouldn’t that be precious, if they recognized each other?” More likely, Skyla thought, they only enjoyed each other’s company as two of the same species, knowing that they both enjoyed spreading love and joy, but she liked the idea nonetheless. “You really raised Togetic well.”

“Of course!” After all, Elesa had received her egg from Skyla herself. Although she preferred electric types, she still took good care of the togepi after it had hatched, and eventually she had evolved into togetic. “I think my emolga have rubbed off on her, though. She gets into so much mischief. I told you about the time, when she was still a togepi, she started fake-crying to get my attention, and the emolga got into the treats I keep for them.”

Skyla laughed, jubilant. “Well, it’s good they get along, too, right?”

12 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{Shining a light on secrets between them}

Elesa has a secret--as it turns out, her connection with Skyla runs a bit closer than Skyla's even aware of. For @femslashfeb day 10, sun

“There’s something I want to show you. I trust you to keep a secret.”

Although Skyla’s body sat frozen in her chair, her heart raced in her chest. Elesa stood before her, every inch as gorgeous in her casual clothing as she was in the elaborate costumes she wore on stage. She emanated grace and beauty from every curve and each pose, her fingers threaded over her chest, her weight favoring one foot. Her head tipped to one side, slightly turned away, her cool blue eyes nonetheless remained fixed upon Skyla’s face.

It took great effort for Skyla to respond. She unglued her tongue from the dry roof of her mouth and fumbled her words around its clumsy thickness, nodding as she affirmed, “Of course. Any secret is safe with me.”

Elesa closed her eyes, bowing her head. A smile that had not a twitch of doubt touched her lips. “Yes, I know.”

She inhaled deeply and lowered her hands to her sides on the exhale. Tension that Skyla had barely noticed before drained from Elesa’s shoulders, and she lifted her face to gaze at the roof of Skyla’s cabin. As she prepared herself, Skyla watched with anticipation, waiting for her to begin speaking about whatever this secret was that weighed on Elesa’s mind.

But Elesa did not speak.

5 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{Fairy (of the) Rose}

Jean visits a field of flowers, and the caretaker thereof. For @femslashfeb day 9, rose

Flowers had long since choked out any semblance of a path through them, and so Jean chose each step with care as she picked her way through to the center. The mysterious caretakers of this field would doubtlessly forgive her for trampling one or two, but she still hated the thought of stamping even one blemish upon this beautiful place.

A rosebush grew in the middle of it all, unremarkable aside from the fact that it towered over the low flowers in comparison. The air tingled over Jean’s scalp as she drew closer, near imperceptible save for the fact that she anticipated it. Hands on her knees, Jean leaned closer to address one of the buds, softly calling, “Good afternoon, Miss Lisa, are you home?”

3 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{Reunited beneath the sun and the moon}

Lillie hasn't been to Alola for years, and she misses it dearly. Especially one specific person. For @femslashfeb day 8, moon

One foot in front of the other, Lillie watched her sneakers trace the old nostalgic paths on her way to Professor Kukui’s lab. She linked her hands behind her back, humming a little tune to herself. As always, the aimless melody found the familiar shape of a lullaby her mother once sang to her, so long ago. Before everything happened, before Lillie found herself, strong and independent despite what she’d once believed. Remembering that tune used to stab pain through her heart, at what used to be, and what she had once longed to be again, but no longer. Now it was just a distant memory, fitting for the region that, after three years, Lillie finally returned to.

Although she could go stay at the Aether Foundation, Professor Kukui suggested she stay the night in her old loft, just like old times. He’d left her little space alone, though it may have significantly more feathers from a naughty Chatot that had managed to break into it. Moon’s house, too, was a hop, skip, jump away, and she’d surely be excited to see Lillie again. She was ashamed to admit that the prospect of seeing Moon again enticed her more than anything else.

Sorry, Professor Kukui. He and his wife had done so much for Lillie, and still she wanted to see that one person above them both.

18 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{Tangled Limbs, Entwined Hearts}

A brief moment of peace and vulnerability between two girls. For @femslashfeb day 7, Hugs. Also on AO3

Cozy in bed they lay entangled, Mimin’s head resting on Meloli’s chest, the rhythm of her heart playing against her ear. She smiled, tipping her head to gaze adoringly up at her lovely Melolin. Giggles bubbled to her lips.

Meloli hummed, “What’s funny?”

Mimin traced the curves of Meloli’s face with the backs of her fingers. Another chortle. “Nothing,” she said, nuzzling closer into her warmth. “I’m just so so happy. I love you so much.”

“I see.” She paused, holding Mimin’s gaze with thoughtful eyes. “You know, I think I am, too—so so happy, just like you.”

#femslashfeb2023 #mimimelo #mimin otogami #meloli yamanaka #pppppp #drabble #femslash feb #this time a REAL drabble with 100 words #except i'm not counting manually so maybe give or take 1 word because word processors don't agree #ao3 says exactly 100 tho so we good

2 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{The struggle of an entire island as a workplace}

After their stroll is interrupted by some (well-meaning) people monopolizing Kokomi's time, Lumine swoops in and gives her an escape. For @femslashfeb day 6, Third Wheel

Lumine hated to be the third wheel on a stroll with her own girlfriend. Or rather, this made her tenth wheel, with the small crowd that had gathered about Kokomi, vying for the attention of their Divine Priestess. She maintained composure well, her face as still as the mirrored surface of a quiet lake, answering each question with the same thoughtful gravity.

All the while, Lumine watched the tension in her shoulders slowly grow. Her fingers twitched as she carefully clasped them in front of her—one of Kokomi’s tells of her growing stress. Kokomi’s eyes flickered around the area, seeking an escape, before briefly meeting Lumine’s gaze.

She turned her attention back to a woman, probably herself several years Kokomi’s senior. If her exhaustion was already evident to Lumine, this was as good a time as any to help her get a break.

3 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{Happy Birthday, Akane}

Shinoa and Mitsuba visit for their girlfriend's birthday, bearing gifts. For day 5 of @femslashfeb, sweater

Akane had barely cracked open the door before someone had burst in through.

“Happy birthday!” Shinoa chimed, arms wrapped around Akane’s neck, with the entirety of her weight hanging from it.

Mitsuba knocked her shoulder with a light backhand, stepping inside after her. “Hey, quit it, you’re going to strangle her like that.”

Akane giggled, patting Shinoa’s back. As if taking that as a cue, Shinoa released her and hopped back, clasping her hands behind her. “It’s ok, I was totally ready this time,” Akane said.

Shinoa shot Mitsuba a smug grin, who refused to meet her gaze. Instead, she exaggerated a roll of her eyes, a fist resting on her cocked hip. The other held two wrapped parcels, tucked up under her arm. “Don’t encourage her or she’s just going to get worse.” She held the gifts out to Akane, a rosy hue tinging her cheeks. “She even made me hold her gift to you. Happy birthday, Akane.”

3 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{Shopping}

A vignette of one of Skyla and Elesa's shopping trips. For day 4 of @femslashfeb, retro. For this one I tried a true drabble, <100 words. Also on AO3

“Here! I’ve found the perfect outfit for you!” Skyla chirped, holding out a dress best described as carpeting a kaleidoscope vomited upon.

Incredulous, Elesa took it, rubbing her thumbs over its coarseness. Granted, it was one of Skyla’s more normal choices. She hummed. “It’s very…”

“Retro, right?”

Elesa chuckled. “That’s one way to put it.”

Skyla constantly strove to find the most eccentric piece that Elesa could still pull off; Elesa never bored of their shopping excursions.

“Let me try this on, I’m sure it’ll dazzle you.”

Skyla’s cheeks glowed with the warmth of her smile. “You always do.”

#femslashfeb2023 #airplaneshipping #runwayshipping #elesa x skyla #pokemon bw #pokemon #elesa pokemon #skyla pokemon #drabble #for once a true drabble #femslash february #femslash feb

6 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{To watch a storm}

It's late, but Akane can't sleep. For @femslashfeb day 3, storm

They’d taken shelter at first signs of the coming storm, fortunate enough to fine a still-standing structure. It kept most of the windchill out and the rain off of their heads. Until morning came, it would do.

Yet at first crack of thunder, Akane couldn’t sleep. The sudden flash of lightning, illuminating the faces of the rest of the squad, let her inexplicably uneasy. It wasn’t the first storm in the four years since emerging from the underground vampire city, but it was a first time for being out, exposed to one. With the shelter, they would be fine, certainly, but still Akane couldn’t close her eyes without them popping back open seconds later.

So she’d given up, leaving her bedroll to head to the decaying doorframe, the door itself long gone. She leaned against it; there was enough of an overhang, and the wind blowing the rain away that she could keep dry save for the occasional fine mist gusting across her face. It refreshed her; though she should be tiring herself out enough to sleep, she was still soothed by the brief cold on her cheeks. It helped her anticipate each lightning strike as it streaked across the dark sky.

2 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{Sunflowers and Sunshine}

After an alarming letter sent to their Deaconess, Rosaria has put in extra hours to make sure nothing malicious was coming Barbara's way. When Barbara decides to gather bunches of sunflowers to brighten the Cathedral, Rosaria insists on coming, too. It's bright, the sunflowers are too, but Barbara herself, Rosaria thinks, is just as blinding as the sun. For @femslashfeb day 2, sunflower

The early morning sun was too bright for her liking.

Rosaria squinted, even the indirect lighting from beneath the shade a tad too much for her liking. Her head throbbed, the headache that started from too-few hours of sleep building by the minute. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t a morning person—though it was true that she was not—but the previous night she’d found herself unable to sleep, joining in Mondstadt’s nightlife for duty, not fun, sitting in at the bar for a drink and a listen, and circling the cathedral with careful observance before she finally retired. All for the sake of their cheerful Deaconess knelt before the sunflower field, a disposition even brighter than the sun, with pigtails golden and bouncy like she was a sunflower come to life herself.

And though she snipped at the stalks with a light hum, as if she had not a care in the world, Rosaria knew that was merely the façade Barbara put great effort to maintain. Rosaria’s sharp-trained eyes caught the faint tremor of her voice, and the slightest clumsiness of her cuttings from the nerves that surely had Barbara as fraught and jumpy as a live wire.

A live wire making suspiciously one-too-many glances in Rosaria’s direction.

5 notes · View notes

aroseandapen · 1 year

Text

{An Orchestra of Peace and Stars}

Meloli braids Mimin's hair as she plays piano, voicing musings of whatever comes to mind as she indulges in the fantasy brought to life by Mimin's idle playing. For @femslashfeb day 1, stars

Behind Mimin, Meloli stood, combing through the voluminous emerald waves splayed out before her. She encouraged tangles apart with the pass of her fingertips, while Mimin’s played the keys before her. Meloli marveled at how easily it came to the other girl, no plan in mind as to what to play, and yet so easily those absent digits found the notes of a familiar melody and still managed to make it her own.

Such was Mimin’s genius, she supposed, although this particular performance would likely win no awards, but she liked it more for the spontaneity that she’d come to appreciate of Mimin. The playful tune called forth the images of fairies playing in a forest, the trees with trunks so close together that their branches had grown woven together, and the tiny creatures flitted between and around them. It left such a powerful impression upon Meloli’s subconscious that she saw this scene before her very eyes. The fairies pranced and tumbled and rolled upon the piano keys instead of Mimin’s fingers; the accompaniment became their fleeting laughter.

Meloli stopped, hands still buried in Meloli’s hair. Her breath caught in her chest, held close to her heart as it beat in time to the fantasy of Meloli’s music.

5 notes · View notes