#♪. attire

[frecklystars]

oogh. ah. uuhghu. wowwhuwh. ahhguwhg wuh gukdsfdgfhfh

#love notes #💕♬♪ ♡ You don’t have to change when I’m around you - ̗̀˚₊·♡📜💕☆˚₊· ̖́- #i love that THIS is the most formal attire he has on hand

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 || 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ have you seen the MV of wildest dreams? If not… you play the romantic interest of Enzo’s character in a movie and the sparks begin behind cameras too. But he turns you down and finally sees you years after that, realizing he missed you and now he’s jealous.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠_ age gap, angst, fluff, Enzo is a little bit of an asshole, Enzo’s ex is NOT specified, okay? Definitely not trying to imply anything by that, Spanglish, ANGST AGAIN. We have a Mexican carne asada here y soporten. BIEN CRINGE ESTA MADRE

𝐀/𝐍_ people from Uruguay and Argentina can correct me all they want about the accent, please start listening Cedar, then Widest Dreams for this… BOTH SONGS IN MY PLAYLIST FOR ENZO.

♪ ♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟒 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 ✰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 (+fics here)

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Your character was close to his. They were lovers. So you had to spend a fair amount of time with him consequently. Enzo was a humble and kind man. He was so random and yet so peaceful. Which facilitated the connection.

In the beginning, you thought it was weird that the production of The Society of the Snow had decided to keep more than 50% of the cast for a short film that would promote the movie and create speculation. You didn’t say no because it meant flying to the shores of Spain and enjoying more time with the boys.

So you give in, you take the director’s advice to stick to Enzo and build a connection.

He’s older than you, more mature, more experienced in many ways, but yet you seem to be able to make him laugh.

“Tenés que estar bromeando,” he says laughing.

“No es joda, de verdad me multaron y se hizo un desmadre” you explain giggling, drinking at your water bottle.

Both of you are having a little moment on the beach. It was warm, and it was a free day. The rest of the boys decided to spend the afternoon playing video games and you were not willing to melt watching a TV.

“Recuérdame jamás salir con vos” you roll your eyes.

“Ay vete a la verga, todos saben que soy el alma de las reuniones y fiestas” he shrugged, eating from his sandwich and smiling.

“Si, tenés razón quizá”

“¿Quizá? No, no mientas, Enzo” finally, he laughs loudly.

“Bueno está bien, lo acepto”

“Así me gusta, obediente, mi niño” he blushed. And it made you blush too.

The sound of the waves swiftly colliding makes you feel at peace. It’s been great so far. Filming an action short film, playing the damsel in danger who turns out to be the villain, and having lots of fun with your workmates.

“¿No extrañas tu hogar?” he asks, and you sigh, looking at the sea.

“Trato de no pensar en eso. Dependo mucho de casa, de mi familia. Me cuesta el cambio, pero me adapto rápido” he nods, smiling, and you hate to admit you like how good he looks with his hair slightly shorter.

“Eso es bueno… adaptarse. Aunque cueste… creo que al final es bonito el cambio” you start laughing. Because you remember his Instagram captions and the pauses he always wrote. But he’s think that you are also very pretty, not only the change he mentioned before.

“Si, es bonito el cambio” You keep laughing, and he shouldn’t be smiling so much at you. But you were so funny, you always had something to share and talk about. Enzo was very close about sharing things about him. But with you, he could make an excuse.

So you also stare at him, and you feel your heart start beating faster.

You can’t fall in love with him. But you’re miserably failing.

…

You look at yourself in the mirror. Your character had a disguise moment, where she had to pretend to be a dancer to get information. So there you are in a bejeweled attire with feathers.

“No mames, qué buena me veo,” you say laughing. Loving how your waist looks and how your hair looks so fluffy. The costume department did an outstanding job of making you look hot

“Como que si… ¿eh?” The annoying twink of Juani had to be there.

“Ponme la de perdió este culo de la Bad Gyal, por favor” Juani starts cackling, already filming you for some random tweet.

“Pero si vos tuviste un ex hace siglos, ya no queda” you roll your eyes, checking on the glitter decorating your eyes.

“Ay, pero no por eso, Juani. Nomás por mamona lo digo” There’s a knock on the door and you turn to see who’s standing there.

“¿Y esa diosa?” You blush, smiling at Fran being the person who knocked at the door before.

“¿Dónde que no la veo?” Of course, Juani had to be an idiot and ruin the moment, but soon he blows you a kiss.

“No es cierto, linda” You roll your eyes and turn back to see Fran giggling. You give him a sweet smile and scratch the back of your neck. He helps you get your robe so you won’t have to cross the whole building with your exhibitionist outfit.

“Tenés escena conmigo” Fran says offering you his arm, which you gladly take.

“Adiós, naco perdedor,” you say to Juani, who starts laughing loudly. As you start walking with Fran across the hallways of the building, you start feeling your heart beat faster. You were going to have a heated scene with Enzo, which made you cringe a lot. First, you appear with Fran’s character in the club which ends with your character tangling up with Enzo.

“¿Nerviosa?” You shake your head, sighing.

“I don’t know…Digo, no lo sé” he nods, as you two walk out of the building to get going towards the set. The shores of Spain were beautiful, Cádiz was warm and it suited your overwhelmed mood.

“Va a estar bien. Que igual si no, nos vamos a dar la vuelta en la noche” that immediately makes you smile. You nod, hugging him.

“Eso me encantaría mucho, Fran” You are on set now. There’s no way back, and when you turn back, you see Enzo, and he’s already looking at you.

You blush, and offer him a little smile before turning away so rapidly. The whole action is watched by Fran and he has his own opinion.

“Has pasado mucho tiempo con Enzo…¿No crees?” You shrug, greeting the makeup staff who are going to retouch your look.

“Teníamos que conocernos a fondo para que esto resultara” he nods again.

“Creo que si se ha dado lo de la conexión” it was weird, because you knew it was true. you had developed a special connection with Enzo. Hours spent talking and having long walks across the beach. The days you decided to cook for the boys and he always was the first to arrive and try to help you set up everything.

“Si se diera la oportunidad… ¿Te quedarías con él?” His question makes you wonder. It took you aback, and while you have full trust in Fran, you don’t know what to answer.

Well, you do know what to answer… but you are afraid to admit it.

“Si… aveces siento que si es con él, Fran. Me hace muy feliz… pero, no creo que Enzo sienta lo mismo” you confess. He smiles, taking your hand.

“Tenés que decirle. Se llevan un par de años, pero… se ven tan bien juntos” he says looking at Enzo.

“De verdad… ¿Tú crees?”

“Es que ve cómo te mira, y/n” In disguise, you turn to your side, and you confirm Enzo is still looking at you.

“Decíle… anda” you smile, a warm feeling growing in your heart. You feel loved, you feel like it might be meant to be. So you plan something.

“Hay que hacer una carnita asada” Fran laughs.

“Pero vos le pones mucho al asado. Jamás había visto uno así” you laugh. Since your type of asado was a northern Mexican carne asada. They all believed it was a great change of style of cooking.

“No lo niegues, Fran. Mi asado es grandioso” he tries to deny it but at the end, he smiles nodding.

“Ey… ¿estás lista, linda?” Enzo asks, appearing with a gorgeous smile. He was wearing a dark suit, his hair looked amazing, very hot.

“Creo que si…” you let him know. After some brief exchange of words with the production, you take your position along with Fran to start filming. And you never miss the way Enzo was looking at you.

Maybe he felt the same.

…

You started the carne asada before taking a shower and getting ready. Now, everything was ready. The big patio that connected the apartment complex was decorated with a table that Juani and Matias helped you set, with chips, salsas, guacamole, beans, and agua de tamarindo that you had to mix with some alcohol.

Everyone is having fun, and you have helped to serve the food to everyone with Blas. It seemed to be going well, you have a sundress and sneakers on the feeling of the alcohol has you tipsy and you can’t wait to make yourself some tacos with the asado.

You feel someone hug you from behind, and when you turn back, you end up caged around Enzo’s arms.

“Hey… you made it!” You cheer after seeing him, trying to ignore the blush on your cheeks. You hoped nobody had seen the interaction. Or else they would start with cheesy rumors.

“No me lo perdería” you smile, offering him a glass of agua de tamarindo.

“Hice verduras asadas y queso fundido para ti” he wanted to hug you so tightly again after hearing you say that. You had thought about him and cooked specifically for him. Enzo had been in some dilemma, where he questioned if you could be the one. Although, he still had many obstacles to get to you. And he didn’t know yet that those obstacles would draw him apart from you.

“Ehh.. y/n linda, ¿hay más mas cubiertos?” Agustin asks you suddenly.

“Creo que hay servilletas y popotes en el cuarto de lavar. Voy a ver” you say laughing.

“Te acompaño…” says Enzo, which makes you blush again.

“Gracias…”

Both of you walk inside the building, and the laundry room is very near, so in less than a minute he opens the door to let you in. With the distance, you finally are able to distinguish the song playing on the patio. You hum along trátame suavemente playing in the background.

No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas

Ni contemplarlas sabiamente

Quiero que me trates suavemente

Enzo can’t help but think you look so adorable. He remembers the way he had to touch you for the scene earlier. Half of him hated himself for feeling that way about you, and the other half questioned if it could possibly be correct.

“Enzo… no alcanzo las servilletas” When he turns back, he sees you trying to climb the washing machine to open the drawers.

“Así no, chiquita.” He laughs and stops you, making you sit on top of the washing machine while he grabs the bag with napkins and straws inside.

“Ay, si… humillame pues” you complain crossing your arms. He drops de bag beside you, and then gives you a silly smirk, which makes you laugh.

“Nada de eso, sis vos sos bien linda así” You cross your arms, avoiding his eyes. This was the closest you’d been around him. It feels alright like having him close to you was normal. Making you realize, you could get used to his aura being so damn close to you.

I like him…

“¿Tú crees?” You let yourself play a little dumb, pretending innocence. And you have the excuse of being under the effects of alcohol.

Te comportas de acuerdo

Con lo que te dicta, cada momento

Y esta inconstancia, no es algo heroico

Es más bien algo enfermo…

you keep humming the song as you try to keep the conversation normal with the man.

“Si… muy linda vos” The outrageous side of you let your arms get tangled around his neck. And it caught him by surprise but he let himself feel the moment. He shyly placed his hands on your hips, and you squirmed.

“¿Qué estamos haciendo?” He asks, accepting that he was getting lost in your eyes.

“No sé” you admit, feeling how his chest was touching yours.

“Bésame, Enzo…” you close your eyes, and seconds later, you know he’s kissing you. Your fingers trace his hair and it’s so soft that it makes him groan in pleasure.

You let his hands caress the plush skin of your hips and legs as you keep pushing him towards you.

This is it, you are falling in love with him.

…

It’s one of the last days of filming, but for the past two weeks, you have been spending a sickening time with Enzo. He spent two nights with you, he even agreed to go out to the city just for you. You could say the feeling of falling in love was growing very rapidly.

He made you feel safe and every smile he offered was enough relief for your days. He held your hand once while walking through the crowded streets to not lose you and it felt right.

And you hadn’t seen him in two days because he had different scenes to film.

Until now, where your character holds hands with him as she confesses she’s the villain. You feel the air shift, you feel the distance he’s making and you wonder if it was because of the scene or if he was actually being cold to you. The setting is on one hill with a gorgeous sunset in the background, making the scene very dramatic and tragic for the romantic partners.

“Dime que me amas y me entregaré. Por favor…” your character says. Enzo looks at you, and the look he exchanges with you is sad, making you confused on camera.

“Yo te amo, pero sabes que no podemos estar juntos” his character had to say. And for some reason, you felt like Enzo was actually saying that to you.

“CORTE!” The director said. Everything keeps going on. But for you time stops. You look at him, hoping to find some sense of tranquility. That nothing had changed.

Slowly, Enzo dropped your hand and after a brief look… he walked away.

…

You spend the afternoon collecting shells. You are confused and slightly sad because filming is coming to an end. You don’t know if Enzo actually wanted to give it a try on distance. Because after the kiss on the carne asada, none of you had given status to the relationship.

But it’s not necessary to keep thinking about it, because you see him walking towards you, and your immediate reaction is to offer him a smile.

“Ey.. te perdiste todo el día” you try to sound calm.

“Estaba ocupado.” He says with both hands inside his hoodie. His hair looks disheveled and he seems tired.

“Entiendo…”

“Volví a hablar con ella” There’s no need to address it, you know who he meant, his ex-girlfriend. You don’t say a word, opting for hearing him before talking.

“Hablamos mucho. Quedamos de vernos cuando vuelva a Uruguay” you gulp, each word hurting you more.

“¿Entendés, verdad? Vos sos más joven que yo, somos de lados muy distintos… no iba a funcionar” your eyes get watered immediately. Rage invading you and sadness flooding you.

“Decí algo, por favor. No quiero lastimarte…” you laugh, shaking your head. There are some seconds of silence. You need to choose the right words.

“Alguna vez me miraste, sonreíste y pensaste que… tal vez, ¿tal vez pudo haber sido conmigo?” He sighs, looking away, at the sea.

The longer he remains quiet, the more you have the answer. He never felt the same as you, but he never tried to stop you either. He played along.

You just start walking away, hand on an extremely tight grip, the shells and sand irritating the skin on your palm.

“Nunca quise hacerte daño” he yells as you have walked a fair amount of steps away.

“Si nunca sentiste algo por mi, nunca debiste haberme dejado encariñarme contigo.” He lowers his gaze and you feel even more enraged.

“No puedes ni levantar la cabeza. Fucking shame on you…” you spit with disappointment.

“Y jamás debí haber aceptado conocerte tanto” you finally say. Walking away at once and fighting the tears as you try to pass the boys who are playing video games again.

“Ey… ¿estás bien?” Juani asks and you nod, but he follows and once his hand touches yours, you can’t help but collide on his chest, letting the tears fly away silently. Juani doesn’t say anything, not yet, he just hugs you tightly.

…

The next afternoon, Enzo goes to find you in your room, but he’s surprised by the fact that you’re gone.

“Filmó su última escena y se ha ido a casa” Santi told him.

“¿Cómo?” Enzo is in shock, he just sighs, closing his eyes.

“Se quiso ir antes…”

“Le dijo… muchas cosas a Juani y a Fran” Santi adds, and Enzo can tell what had happened. And of course, he accepted being guilty.

“Necesito hablar con ellos” and with that he lefts.

But the talk didn’t help a lot. He just realized you were gone by the time he was able to be alone in his room again. Enzo was confused and tired and he also just wanted to go home. But as he understands you’re gone and he won’t see you in a long time, he feels a little lost. And empty…

…

A lot of things change. You grow, you forget, you change. You go back to your normal life, college goes great, and everything is normal until it’s time to give a promotion to the movie and the short film. You kept a lot of contact with Fran, Juani, and Matias, but it won't be the same as if you didn't end up on good terms with Enzo.

About him, you learned he didn't make it with his ex-girlfriend. He was single and apparently good. You don’t hate him, but there’s a lot of resentment. And as the premiere was around the corner, rumors had appeared on the surface of social media. Rumors of you and Enzo, and all the drama. You didn't pay attention to those, but you were expecting at least one question regarding the issue in the upcoming interviews.

You were offered to be dressed by some perfect designer who had similar ideas to you. He made a silk dress in a champagne color for you. With tiny crystal beats and a gorgeous skirt. You loved the dress, it suited you so well too.

So at the beginning of the night, you don’t think about anything but making a good impression on the cameras. All that mattered was the promotion of the movie.

As soon as you arrive at the gala, you start shivering because of your nervousness about seeing your friends again. You were the last one to arrive so you weren’t able to greet them.

And that’s when you see Enzo. He seems fine, in a completely dark suit and his stupid perfect hair. When he finds your sweet eyes, his heart beats faster, you look so perfect. Your hair, your brows, your eyes, the pink lips, everything seemed to make you look so perfect. And he can tell you look older, your childish and plush cheeks are gone, and your short hair too. He remembers all the good memories he made with you and he feels sadness taking over. He missed you so bad after going back home. And he wasn’t able to hear anything from you because he didn’t dare to ask Juani or Fran for example.

“Te ves preciosa,” says Agustin hugging you. You smile at him and thank him. All the boys want to greet you and all is being recorded. The only one you don’t greet is Enzo, who stays afar posing for the cameras. Until most of the photographers keep asking to take a picture of you and the man who broke your heart.

“No te acerques si no querés” Juani advises you, whispering in your eye. You sigh, looking at how Enzo is getting closer.

“Creo que ya no tengo de otra…” you whisper back, pretending to have a big and honest smile on your face.

Enzo exchanged looks with you, and he was able to sense how awkward you were feeling, which didn’t soothe him. So he pretended to place his hand on your back but he never touched you, and you didn’t even glare at him a second the flash hit your face. You ignore the growing pain of having him so close but being so far away at the same time.

They want you to do a little interview with him. So you get close to the cameras to answer some questions.

“Entonces y/n… ¿qué crees que fue lo mejor de grabar el largometraje?” You giggle, easy question.

“Definitivamente que pude volver a estar con los chicos. Fue mas sencillo y podíamos divertirnos con mayor libertad” the woman nods, assuring that she was recording your answer.

“Y Enzo… ¿fue difícil grabar estando en una relación?” You know he didn’t like the question, and you suddenly felt worse or awkward.

“Eh… no. La verdad es que llevo rato soltero.”

“¿Hay alguien que podría llevarte a dejar de estarlo?” He laughs and you just want to run away. You really don’t care, and you don’t want to know the answer.

“Hubo una chica con la que estuve en Cádiz hace casi dos años. Nos la pasamos muy bien y las cosas no se dieron, mi culpa. Me gustaría hacer las cosas bien por ella…” it must be you, and it can’t be. You don’t believe him, you just turn around and look for any of your friends. So when you see Matias making you a sign to join im, you take the opportunity.

“Me llaman por acá. Un gusto, y gracias…” you thank the woman with a smile and leave quickly, knowing Enzo has eyes set on your back.

You won’t cry, but you can’t help but feel so weird about everything. You had been great without him. Seeing him back made you go back to that summer in Cadiz and how great it was your life at the time. But that is gone, and so are the memories you made with him.

…

Everyone knows you disappeared after the projection of the movie and the short film. You don’t like feeling his eyes across the dark room. You can’t rest knowing the party that followed the projections was going to be very painful. By showing clips of the behind-the-scenes, everyone saying words to each other. You are not in the mood for that. And it’s all because of him. Because he had to be an asshole and not think clearly. You couldn’t even call yourself stupid because he gave all the green lights that actually looked like green flags.

And as you question everything in pajamas, looking at the open balcony of your hotel room with red swollen eyes when there’s a knock.

You drag your feet to the door, and once you open it, he’s there.

The suit is still on, but he has a specific gesture on his face.

People often said looks said more than words, and Enzo was the perfect example.

You tilt your head, reading his face. His face says that he’s sorry, he feels sad, and he’s desperate to have you back. And he frowns after seeing your sad face. Your red eyes and look that said how confused and hurt you were.

So both of you stare for a little longer, literally glorifying each other faces. Remembering the soft touches, all the things you talked together. How happy you made each other.

“Podemos arreglarlo…” he finally says.

And slowly both of you smile, sad and broken smiles.

You open your arms and he immediately goes to hug you. His hands find their way to your waist, his face hidden in the warmth of your neck.

“Tú recuerdo jamás me dejó” and you smile again, closing your eyes, letting your face get comfortable on his chest, letting more tears fall.

“Si es contigo…Siempre fue contigo” he admits, knowing he’ll never let you go again.

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Antes de que me digan que que pendeja esta la y/n por perdonarlo tan fácil, pues en mi cabeza cuando Enzo la fue a ver a su cuarto fue como muy fuerte. De esos momentos donde la tension es mas fuerte y no se necesitan tantas palabras para saber que la persona está literalmente a tus rodillas suplicando so…

I already have an idea for a new fic with Enzo that it’s going to be AHHHHH. hint? Everyone loves you, that’s it

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic #si no etiqueto la movie como hago que esto lo vean duh #la sociedad de la nieve #the society of the snow

[crow-stars]

❝BIG COLD CASTLE, WARM LITTLE HEART❞

❦summary; the experience of warmth is so precious in somewhere always so cold ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, malleus draconia ✎word count; 784 ❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, reader and malleus are maried, he wants his cuddles after a long day, more of me pushing my cat malleus agenda, very fluff ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

The castle that Malleus resided in always seemed to be cold. 

It gave a chill down the spine of anyone who visited for the first time and only continues to do so for many. The ones used to one have learned to ignore the cold, Malleus especially. The feeling of the cold never disappeared either, it was something that residents within the castle got used to. 

For most, people thought it was fitting. The King of Briar Valley with a stare that could send fear down anyone’s body, living somewhere that fit the exact atmosphere that he exuded. He was supposed to strike fear into the hearts of those who dare to cross him. 

Though such things couldn’t be further from the truth, for Malleus yearned for warmth as much as one could. 

He wished he could fill the castle with the warmth and joy that he yearned for when he was younger. But, for now, Malleus was able to get that warmth from you. 

Everyday, without fail, Malleus would leave his duties at the same time every night. It didn’t matter if something else came up, he would always return back to his chambers where you would always await, arms open to the fae.

Tonight was just the same, Malleus’ imposing figure striding through the halls of the castle, his face that same neutral expression on his face. He passed by many servants who bowed to him in respect, yet he didn’t pay much mind to them, one intent in his mind. He finally approaches his chambers, opening the door and closing it behind him with a resounding thunk. 

When Malleus was finally in his room, his safe place, Malleus’ eyes landed on you, sitting on the bed, covered already by the plush blankets. You looked up at him from what you were doing and, already, Malleus could feel his heart swell with affection for you.

He didn’t even bother to change out of his royal attire, instead heading straight to the bed. Malleus all but threw himself onto you, head resting on your lap and curled up against you. It makes gentle laughter slip past you, the type of laugh that Malleus adores hearing from you. 

“Oh, I missed you...” 

“Was your day that bad?” Your hand went to run through his hair, finger toying with the ends of his locks. Your other hand was already in Malleus’ grasp, being held tightly in his left hand. The ring on his ring finger brushed lightly against your skin, the ring Malleus declared he would never take off unless someone ripped it from his cold, dead hands. The declaration made you laugh, at first, though as time went on it was pretty clear he was serious. 

And you weren’t even sure if fae wore rings to show they were wed either. You’re pretty sure that one of the only reasons he insisted on rings was to integrate a bit of your own culture into his life, perhaps to feel more connected to you. It’s an undeniably sweet gesture that Lilia would always coo and tease the king about it.

Malleus let out another heavy sigh and shook his head, nuzzling further into your body. You exuded a heat that Malleus could find in no one else, a familiar warmth that was like sitting next to the hearth of a fire, yet one that seeped further than his skin and into his heart. 

“Everything is well today. Perhaps I just missed more than usual, my treasure.” Your hand ran through Malleus’ hair, earning a pleased rumble from Malleus in return. His head pushed further into your hand, silently asking for more of the affection that only you can give him. 

His response makes you chuckle in response, twirling a lock of hair between two fingers before continuing to run your hand through his hair. “You always miss me.” 

Malleus looked up at you, a light smile spread across his lips. The look in his eyes could only be described as adoring, a softness that was reserved only when he looks at you present. “Indeed I do. That doesn’t stop how I feel.” His left hand squeezed yours and you returned the gesture, smiling back at Malleus. 

Oh, how he loved to see you smile, specifically to see you smile because of him. It made him feel so soft, so warm in his chest he felt like he was going to be engulfed in flames and reduced to nothing, yet he would gladly welcome being burned if it meant it was because of you. 

You were his warmth among the cold castle that Malleus lived in and he couldn’t ask for it to be anyone else.

#✎haunted books✎ #briarvalleyarchives #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland writing #twst writing #my writing #malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst malleus draconia #malleus twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader

[crueisummer]

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: Kika and Pierre invite you to their engagement party where you meet her and Pierre’s friends from F1, specifically, a certain handsome Monegasque driver.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Hello everyone! Please be patient as this will be my first fanfic/au. Anyway, this would be part of a series, and each song from the playlist above would be the title of a chapter. I still don't know what to call the series, so if you have any suggestions, please send them my way. Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy the story! ✧･ﾟ:૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა✧･ﾟ:

chapter warnings: a lot of swearing.

word count: 1.7k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

                𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

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Your car pulled up in front of the restaurant’s door. Your security guard got out of the shotgun seat and opened your car door. Everyone started to go crazy when they saw you. The lights of the paparazzi’s camera flicking every millisecond, trying to get a photo of every move you make. There’s security on your left and right, protecting you.

The door to the restaurant opened and there was a receptionist holding a clipboard.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." You smile as you look at her. Their eyes widen and mouth gaped before gesturing for you to go follow the usher. You took an elevator and got off on the rooftop. You walked in and looked around, amazed at the beauty of the place. There were a lot of tables and booths, some afloat on water. There's a lot of people and caterers walking around with food and drinks.

Everyone is dressed in semi-formal attire which made you sigh in relief for your outfit. You are wearing a sparkly sleeveless jumpsuit that showed off your curves and just a bit of your skin.

As you made your way into the party, there were a lot of familiar faces. Celebrities, actors, athletes. You saw Kika and Pierre in a booth in the middle.

"Show me the ring!" You scream as soon as you see your best friend. She turns around and laughs at you.

"Well, hello to you too!" She giggles as the two of you hug. You pull away quickly to see her left hand. A big diamond rock sitting on her ring finger.

"Wow. You sure have taste, Gasly, I'll give you that." You smirked at Pierre and hugged him too.

"Congratulations, you guys! So, am I a bridesmaid?" You joke at Kika, fluttering your eyelashes. You have been best friends for 3 years now, having met at a Louis Vuitton fashion show during Paris Fashion Week. Since then, you and Kika were inseparable. You both understood and supported each other.

"Cut the crap. You know you're maid of honor." She says smirking.

"Oh my god! I love you so much!" You scream and wrap your arms around her. You’ve never been a maid of honor and somewhere in the back of your mind, a memory clicked. You remembered that you and Kika promised to be each other’s maid of honor.

The couple laughs at your reaction and Kika tells you she’ll set up a meeting soon about the wedding, she’s going to be needing help. You nod right away. The grooms are always no help when planning a wedding. Just then, a guy comes up from behind you and greets them.

"Speaking of, here's the best man!" Pierre walks closer to him and does that guy hug thing. The mysterious man was slightly taller than Pierre and was wearing a white unbuttoned shirt and some khaki shorts. He looked good.

"Charles!” Kika greeted. Charl? Is he French? It's the French that don't pronounce the "s" at the end of their names, right?

He kisses Kika's cheeks while he and Pierre talk a bit in French and laugh. You didn't realize you were staring until Kika introduced you to him.

"Y/N, this is Charles, he'll be Pierre's best man." Kika says and you turn to face him. He kind of has a boyish face but his piercing green eyes and stubble that ran from chin to jaw makes him look mature. He looked gorgeous.

"Hi, I’m Charles." He says while extending his hand. He looks into your eyes while talking to you and you almost melted. You shyly look at your hands and look back again at his eyes, to see that he didn’t remove his gaze. Those eyes. How wonderful it would be to get lost in them.

"I’m Y/N." You smile shyly. You were getting shy. You never get shy. You always had the upper hand and was very confident in yourself when meeting new people. But somehow, someway, you can’t say anything.

You take his hand and shake it. You felt like you were drugged when your hands met. It put you on a high, one you want to be in for the rest of your life.

“So happy to finally meet you. You know, they always talk about you and sing your songs, especially Pierre.” Charles says, to make small talk and show that he is friendly and approachable.

“Oh, does he know? He always says my songs are cheesy.” You say while smirking at Pierre, Kika laughing her ass off. “Although I do have a video of him dancing to You Belong With Me.”

Kika’s eyes widen immediately, and the couple looks at each other. Pierre’s face is red from embarrassment. He exclaims, “You told me you didn’t send her the video!”

While the two bickered, you didn’t notice Charles was now standing closer to you. “You know, I would love to have a copy of that video,” He whispers. He was so close that you could smell his perfume.

Before you could reply, Kika is shoo-ing the guys. “Anyway, me and Y/N are gonna do some girl talk now.”

“Look for me later if you want the video.” You whisper to Charles, and he smirks before leaving with Pierre. Charles turns around and winks at you. It caught you off guard, but you smiled. When he looks away and turns back around, you look at Kika and see she was on her phone. Oh my god. The greatest thing that has ever happened to you and your best friend was on her fucking phone.

Kika looks up on her phone and was about to talk to you when she gets dragged into another booth. She looks at you and mouths, “Later.” But you wave her off, you know you can’t hog the host of the party.

You roamed around the party talking to everyone but Charles. You caught up with Kika’s friends; some you met before, some you haven’t. You got along with the other bridesmaids which erased the worry from the back of your mind that you might not get along.

One group of girls were calling themselves “WAGS” and laughing. It seemed like an inside joke, so you whispered to Kika, “What the fuck is a WAG?” and she laughs.

“Wives and girlfriends of professional athletes.” Your face scrunched up in disgust and she nodded her head. “I know, right?”

Good thing Kika was there to tell you that the girls who were calling themselves WAGS are in a relationship with F1 drivers. Kelly and Max, Carmen and George, Heidi and Daniel, Sara and Lance, Lily and Alex, Louise and Kevin, and Egle and Nico.

Some of Pierre’s single friends did try to hit on you, though. But you brushed them off and established being friends with them when they tried to ask you out.

While talking to everyone, you forgot to count how many shots and drinks you’ve been taking. You realized that you were drunk when as you were going to the bathroom, you didn’t take time to adjust to the dimmed lighting and you missed a step and almost fell. Thankfully, a pair of arms came out of nowhere and caught you.

“Est-ce que ça va, mon amour?" Are you okay, love? Charles. You talked to everyone in this party, and this voice you only heard for five minutes but instantly recognize it. He picks you up and you both try to steady yourself.

“Oui, merci.” Yes, thank you. Based on the context of you falling, you assumed that he asked if you were alright. You giggled as you tried your hardest to copy his accent, even though you were flat out drunk.

You lost your balance again and Charles gently set you down to sit on one of the steps. One of his hands going to the small of your back, careful not to hit your back.

Once you were settled, he squats in front of you, a shocked look on his face. He asks, “Tu parles français?" You speak French?

With the dimmed lighting and how close your faces are, you can see just how perfect his face is. He looks like a god.

“What?” You gave up. Your knowledge of the French language only limited to “yes”, “thank you” and “I love you.”

“You understand?” His Monegasque French accent lingering when he talks in English. His grammar is fucking adorable.

“No, I just know a few phrases from travelling to France.” You smile sheepishly. Leaning your head on the wall, “Is it good, though?”

“Yes, yes. Your accent almost fooled me.” He smiles at you. Your stomach is feeling crazy. Is this what it feels like when they say they “have butterflies in their stomach?” Because this feels like a fucking zoo.

“So, I haven’t seen you all night. Have you been ignoring me?” He asks you. You can’t tell if he’s flirting or if it’s a genuine question.

“Hmmm, maybe?” You took a chance and flirted with him. Pretending like you were ignoring his eyes and then looking at him and laughing.

“Why? What did I do?” He pouts. I think he knows that he’s beautiful. Otherwise, he would not have any confidence in pouting in front of a girl, right?

“Hmm, didn’t I tell you to look for me? And not the other way around?” You reminded him.

“Ahh, yes. My apologies, cheri.” He apologizes. His metallic rings startling your warm skin as he takes your right hand and kisses it. You were shocked, eyes wide.

“Can you forgive me, mon amour?” He takes your left hand and kisses it too. With his puppy eyes, he leans closer, still holding both of your hands near his lips.

“I- I-” He looked so gorgeous; you couldn’t say anything. He caught you off guard and your tongue couldn’t form any word. Your brain having a hard time comprehending what was happening.

You nodded your head and he smiled at you. You knew that he was thinking that he had the upper hand, but right now, while he is holding your hands and his face so close to yours, you didn’t mind.

"Apology accepted, mon amour." You try to copy him. His eyes shine when he hears you talk in his mother tongue.

"I have to ask, do you really want Pierre's video, or do you just want my number?" You smirk at him. You try to catch him off guard but he chuckles and smirks back at you.

"Can't a man have both?"

...

↠ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞

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[heavenlyysstuff]

A Foreign Feeling. 2

NETEYAM.s x fem! metkayina! reader

summary . after yesterdays events, you and Neteyam set off on a search for shells beyond the reef. You stay out a little longer than intended.

a/n . again, you don’t have to listen to the song I linked, I simply just like to put songs that I think fit the story’s vibe into the fic. thanks for all the support!

part 1 . part 2

♪˖ now playing .

all the stars . ( SZA ) ⊹.

Early in the morning, where the sky presented shades of pink and blue, you set off towards the Sully’s marui to collect Neteyam.

You’d gotten used to waking up this early, enjoying the hues of the sky and the coolness of the sea, you’d be happy to share it with Neteyam.

With a small bounce in your stride you quietly greet some hunters that pass, seemingly on their way out for some early morning hunting.

Unknown to you, a few hunters crane their necks back around as you pass, smirking to themselves at the thought of who you were off to see this early.

The whispers amongst them are silent to your ears, your mind already occupied with a certain someone.

It’s safe to assume most of the Sully family is still asleep, they probably would have no reason to be up at this time. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to wake Neteyam.

And your thoughts are cut to and end as you approach the Sully’s marui, a familiar figure sat outside with his legs dipped into the water.

“Good morning, Neteyam.” You speak while walking to stand next to him, keeping your voice at a quiet volume as to not disturb the rest of his sleeping family.

His ears perk up instantly, and he almost turns his whole body around to face you, but quickly calms down and just looks up at you. He inhales. “Good morning, y/n.” Immediate exhale, as if he had been preparing to say the words the second he woke up.

Your eyes scrunch as a smile reaches your face, but your expression turns to one of anxiousness. “I hope you weren’t waiting here too long, and sorry… I never really specified on the time, that was my bad.”

Neteyam doesn’t seem to be too disappointed though, in fact he looks a whole lot more bright after your appearance. “No, no it’s fine, I uh— I woke up awhile ago.” His eyes continuously flicker from your own to the ground as he talks.

With another smile placed on your face you make your way around him, “should we get to the ilu then?”

He scrambles to stand, “yea- okay.” His tail sways low behind him, and he freezes when he hears your quiet laugh as you walk away, a heat rushing to his face.

He mindlessly follows like a lost child.

The sounds of the ocean clashing against itself further relaxes you, and you take a saddle from the rack provided.

“You don’t mind riding with me, right?” You kneel down and start calling out to your ilu.

He abruptly turns to you, “oh, no. No it’s fine… it’s good.” coughing after his words.

“Okay good.” You speak while adjusting the saddle on your ilu. “I wouldn’t want to get separated outside the reef.”

“Yea…” Neteyam’s words slip out involuntarily as he becomes distracted by your attire of the day. It’s beautiful, no doubt. And he somehow feels a little special at the sight of a new outfit on your form as he dives into the cool water.

Once he rises to the surface a shaky exhale leaves him, his breath becomes quick and he sets his gaze upon you who is sat comfortably on your ilu. “It’s so cold.” He states the obvious.

You give him a pitiful smile as your shoulders raise in a silent laugh. “You get used to it.” With that you offer a hand out towards him.

He grasps your hand, but not once breaking his eye contact til he has to.

And now as you both sit on the ilu, Neteyam finds himself contemplating on where he should rest his hands. He would rest them on your waist like any other passenger would, but then again, it’s you.

The girl who had him looking through crowds just to find that certain pair of pretty eyes. The girl who had welcomed him and his family into the clan with no hesitation.

The girl he looked forward to seeing everyday. Who made his mornings a little more brighter.

Such sappy thoughts as he’s sat directly behind you, and it seems his mind had drifted so far that he didn’t realise his own hands, that had already made themselves comfortable around your waist as you direct your ilu out of the reef.

“I’m sorry for making you get up so early, you probably had plans today.” You speak your thoughts aloud, but thing is, Neteyam had cleared his whole schedule for you. Not that he had much planned at all, he had just let his parents know he’d be out for the morning, and they surprisingly didn’t ask for any specific details about his whereabouts.

He snaps out of it, again. “You don’t need to be sorry, I didn’t have anything to do anyways.” He’s pleased as your smile comes back on to your face as he peers out to see your side profile. “And I wanted to come.”

It had been awhile as the two of you continuously dived and surfaced through the water, looking for the best shells. at least, that was the case for you.

Neteyam had forced himself to hold his breath longer than he had practiced for, all to see your form glide through the oceans current.

He admired your movements, this time up close.

The way your hair had moved like silk through the water, and the way your body moved with the direction of the sea.

Once again he needs a breath, he quickly swims up towards the surface with the help of your ilu.

He gasps once he had reached the surface, but wastes no second to quickly plunge his head back underwater to locate you, who had began swimming up towards him.

You surface without so much as a sigh for air. “Are you alright?”

He hates the burning feeling down his throat, the result of accidentally swallowing some of the water when he was to distracted by you. “Yea, sorry I just— I need to practice breathing more, I guess.”

You giggle, and a thought enters your head. “Wait here a second.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly. He gives a shy smile.

You dive underwater once again, this time looking for a specific creature.

After a few moments of being underwater searching, you now come across what you had been looking for, quickly taking it and making your way back to Neteyam.

Once you surface, his head immediately snaps to you, then to the creature in your hands. “What it that?”

“It will help you breathe. You need to make the bond.” You reply and wait for him to connect to the creature, he does so hesitantly but surely. After that was done, you reach around his shoulders to place the creature comfortably on his back. “Now you can stay underwater longer with me.”

His eyes rest on your hands that remain on his shoulders, then back to you. Swallowing before he speaks, “good.”

Your eyes scan over his, what is visible, form before slowly tracing your hand from his shoulder down to his hand.. “Let’s go.” Another warm smile on your face, contagious, as it makes Neteyam smile even bigger.

You guide him by the hand, diving underwater and he follows with no hesitation, your fingers still intertwined.

The sun from above you, casted a shadow to form below you. The both of you look down, waving at your own shadows playfully.

You continue to take him deeper until the two of you are down next to the coral and other various sea life.

‘Let’s look for shells together.’ You sign, detaching your hands.

He looks confused for a moment. In his time of being here in the village, he only learnt some of the underwater language that you and Tsireya had taught him. He followed your hands as they moved… let’s… shells…together? He got the gist of what you’d were communicating, and he nods as a reply.

You take his hand once more, prompting him to follow you as you swim just above the oceans floor, occasionally brushing through it to find any hidden jewels.

While focused on your search, Neteyam finds himself looking at a different type of jewel.

In a way, your skin reminded him of the rich minerals he sometimes found in the caves back at home, a glowing blue that was even prettier under the water.

He also finds himself tightening his grip on your hand, just slightly. It almost goes unnoticed.

With your thumb, you rub his knuckles softly, and he can’t help but blush at the realisation of him being caught.

The two of you had searched the nearby sea top to bottom, occasionally going back up to the surface to breathe and share some words.

Neteyam hated the communication barrier he had with you underwater, and he promises himself that when the next lesson came, he’d try extra hard to get all the signs memorised.

The day continues with the two of you swimming through the water as it slowly got darker, not that either of your had noticed.

You had both found some beautiful shells, and once your hands got full you would put them in the bag that was attached to your ilu’s saddle.

Going through every crevice of the coral and searching every inch of sand, sometimes riding your ilu to go to another location, you both grew tired of the swimming, and you point upwards towards the surface as Neteyam follows.

You both gasp for the air, and quickly open your eyes to find each other. After calling your ilu, it’s then when the both of you realise the time.

The orange and pink hues in the sky indicate it’s soon night. You look at Neteyam, and he looks at you. You both start to laugh at the realisation. You had been out together all day.

“I…” your own giggle stops you for a moment, “sorry I didn’t mean to keep you out this long.”

His own laugh becomes louder, biting his lip to calm down, “no it’s alright. I had a lot of fun.” He climbs his way to sit behind you on your ilu, this time not hesitating to slide his hands around your waist as you guide your ilu underwater back to the village.

While the occasional times the two of you are above the water, you converse about all the shells you found, the topic soon changed though.

“Think we can make it back without our parents making a fuss?” You ponder aloud, momentarily looking behind you to find his gaze.

“No way.” He says, “but it’s worth it.”

“Why’s that?” A puzzled expression is put on your face.

“Because I got to spend time with you.”

Oh? He seemed to be getting more confident with his words, todays events made him more comfortable around you, and you love every second of it.

Shutting your eyes for a second and trying to hold back a smile you speak again. “I liked spending time with you as well.”

You had finally returned back to Awa’atlu. You wait until Neteyam climbed off of the ilu and stood onto the woven platform just above the sea. He reaches a hand out to help you lift yourself up next to him.

Once you had the bag of shells you both collected, and taken the saddle off your ilu, it was time to take yourself and Neteyam back home.

“I’ll walk you home.” You speak as you place the saddle back onto its place on the rack amongst others.

His tails swishes in contemplation. “You don’t mind?”

“No, of course not.”

He hums in appreciation, nodding his head downwards slightly as a sign of respect. The two of you begin walking to Neteyams home.

“We found a lot of good ones today, but I think it’s too much to go through today. So maybe we should take another day to go through it all together.” You state as your hand remains firm on the strap of the bag, “that way we both get an even amount, and you could make some jewellery for your family… if you’d like.”

He brightens up for the umpteenth time that day, the thought of being graced with your presence for another day bringing him to a peaceful mind space. “Yea, definitely. I’m free whenever so, just come over and we can go wherever you’d like.”

Your smile at his words immediately makes his knees feel weak, his heart also speeding up, not that anyone would notice of course.

“Here we are.” You stop a few feet from the entrance to his home. Neteyam snaps out of his trance and is brought back to reality.

“Ah.” He acknowledges, also noting the presence of his whole family inside the marui. “Thank you.” He turns his back to his family to continue conversing with you. “For today I mean, I don’t think I’ve gotten out alot since I got here.” He admits with a shy smile.

“Well, now you’ve got someone who will show you everything.” You reply sweetly, “I promise you ,I’ll take you everywhere on this island.”

Neteyam is stuck by your sincerity, completely in awe. “Sounds like a plan.” He’s starting to look forward to his life in this new environment.

You huff out a short giggle before you remember where you should be, “it’s getting late, I should get back home.” As much as you hate to leave him, it has to be done.

He hums from half disappointment and half understanding. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” He takes a glance over your whole form before you had to leave.

“See you, Neteyam.” You wave while you start to head back towards your own home.

He finds himself stood there for a prolonged moment, staring at your retreating form before the voices of his family inside the marui bring him back.

Once inside, he’s immediately stopped upon noticing the silence as he enters, he looks up from the floor, only to find his whole family sat in some form of a circle, staring at him.

His own face turns to one of confusion, raising his brow sassily.

He quickly noticed his fathers smirk, but all attention is put to Lo’ak when he bursts out laughing.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Kiri jabs at him with her finger, also trying to shush tuk as she begins giggling.

Lo’ak gets a few words out in between laughs “well that answers our question.” That’s when his father starts to slip out a few of his own chuckles.

Among all the chaos of the fits of laughter, his mothers voice is what silences it. “Where have you been Neteyam?” She stands up and walks out of the circle towards her son.

“Sorry I— I’ve been out with y/n all day.” No point in making an excuse, especially with his mother.

“All day?” What have you been doing?” She’s quick with her questions and wants all details.

Neteyam gets a little quieter at the tone of his mothers voice. “She asked if I wanted to find shells with her.”

Neytiri softens at her sons tone, and suddenly is pushing his hair off his shoulders, then holding it all back with her hand making it look like he has a ponytail.

She scans for no longer than five seconds before releasing the boys hair. “Just tell someone where you are next time.” She speaks, and then backs off to finish off preparing diner.

Neteyam had watched as him mother left him be, and for a moment he thought he saw a smile on her face.

“Come sit, you’re probably hungry.” She insists once she had realised the fish is now done.

He smiles, and walks towards the circle to sit between his brother and littlest sister, Tuk.

As Neytiri handed out the food, and everyone making conversation of some type, Lo’ak leans a little closer to his older brother, a sly smirk on his face. “So you and y/n huh?

Neteyam pushes his face away with the palm of his hand, “shut up, bro.” He could deny that, but there’s no denying the smile he had on his face the rest of that night.

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[ughscara]

mundane introduction.

|| a good while of collecting ingredients, and you are now on your way to the small home you resided in along with your little brother. however, an unexpected guest awaited you.

chapter warnings. none.

additional notes. first chapter!! the start of it all — god it feels so good to finally get this out. this on its own is already just short fluff, the second chapter is going to be even more fluff lol

series masterpost , next up is chapter two: all about my sibling.

“alright, let's see...” you murmur to yourself, hand skimming through the small crate you brought along with you.

lavender melons for soup, check.

a few fruits to make your little brother that snack he loves so much, check.

three freshly plucked dendrobium you found while collecting ingredients, also check.

“oh thank the archons — everything's been sorted.” you let out a soft sigh of relief, beaming in accomplishment. it's been quite the hassle trying to find enough materials due to the constant presence of kairagi and nobushi, those annoying, arrogant samurais. but you digress. you have collected everything you two needed for another few days, or a week if your little fledgling doesn't decide to feast on the melons for a late night snack.

getting up whilst stretching your body out; you adjust your kimono sleeves and pick up the small crate. you can just about imagine the smile that made your little brother's face shine brighter than the sun, the thought of being able to provide so much more for him in a few days time made you elated.

“hmm...♪” you began to hum a tune to yourself as you made your way back home. smiling as yet another thought entered your mind; perhaps you could make that flower crown today aside from simply making a fruit snack. you did pluck three dendrobiums, and the sakura tree that's not too far away from your residence is still very much well.

more idle and comfortable silence surrounded you and the hauntingly beautiful nature of tatarasuna, birds of dawn singing along to your tune as the cold breeze harshly attacked your exposed arms. the tips of your fingers along with your knuckles were red, you could only imagine how red your cheeks must be from the cold.

roaring thunder could be heard in the distance and you make a mental note to prepare that comfortable spot in your home for your little brother along with yourself.

apart from a harsh cold breeze and the chirping of the birds, your quiet humming occupied the silence as you made your way home.

— — —

“where are you going, wanderer?”

the youth paused in his tracks, turning his attention to a little boy sitting outside a small house. as his gaze met the little one's, he didn't know what to respond, not through words but rather with a small smile.

the little one was quick to reciprocate that smile, a bright smile.

the fledgling's attention soon fell on the wandering youth's get-up, that veil he had on his person especially.

the child got up from his position and approached the wanderer, the little one's expression still bright with life in spite of how evidently fragile he appeared.

the intent to talk was there on both their ends, but there's only so much they could say. however, the child spoke before the eccentric wanderer could, “my name is izumi. what's yours?” it may be somewhat of an illusion at first glance, but the little boy's expression seemed to brighten in curiosity. with a small smile as the youth sat down to the little one's level, he introduced himself calmly.

“kabukimono.”

a name that he didn't wish to use. but he's got no other option.

a quiet 'oh' escaped izumi, murmuring the name to himself once as a means to memorize it.

“it's nice to meet you, kabukimono.” the little one beamed, extending his small hand out for the eccentric individual as a greeting.

for a moment, the kabukimono hid his hands beneath the silken fabric of his attires' sleeve. but he didn't remain contemplative for long as he, too, extended his hand out. similar to izumi, the cold palm of his hand gently held the little one's warm one, a soft smile adorning the eccentric's face.

“it's nice to meet you too, izumi." said kabukimono, his expression softening as he saw the little one's smile brighten.

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at long last, here you finally were! the familiar sight of your home allowed for a tremendous amount of relief to wash over your entire being. feet numb from the cold, and you're sure you're going to catch a cold like last time, but you believe you should be fine... hopefully.

you were more surprised to not see your little brother greeting you like usual, but you figured he's probably taking a nap.

setting the small crate full of lavender melons and fresh fruit, not to forget the three dendrobiums you brought along with you. and you swing the door open with a content and bright smile, “izumi! i'm...”

you pause, the cold enveloping you whole as your eyes land on the stranger sitting down beside your brother. who and why was someone here?

izumi was quick to greet you with a bright smile, “(name)! you're back!” he got up and was about to sprint towards you, only for him to be stunned by not only his condition but your gaze that burned holes into the stranger's skull. clearly suspicious.

“...izumi—” “hold on! i can explain,”

kabukimono reciprocated your suspicious glare with a confused and clearly nervous expression, a hand held up to the feather ornament he had as he did everything in his power to avert your gaze, but found himself unable to. choosing to not remain in silence, he got up from his seat and stood beside your brother, hand still clenched onto the golden ornament.

a quiet sigh escaped you as you crossed your arms. attention now on izumi as you waited for his supposed explanation. “go ahead.” you spoke calmly, something that distracted the kabukimono out of his initial nervousness under your gaze, but he digressed.

“(name), this is kabukimono. kabukimono, this is (name).” the little one stood between you two as he did the honors, looking up at both of you with a warm smile. “kabukimono was wandering around, we talked for a bit then decided to go inside since it was cold. he even cut some of the left over melons for me!”

rather simplified, as always. but hearing your little brother's reasoning began to make you feel less suspicious of this wanderer, but more guilty for already assuming the worst of his intentions.

your gaze met kabukimono's, and you smiled as his gaze locked with yours for a moment. you sighed through your nose as you bowed your head down apologetically, “i'm sorry,” you spoke in a soft and apologetic tone, bringing your head back up. “i hope you can forgive me for my unwarranted behavior.”

you spoke much more softly than before, it completely made that nervousness he felt dissipate entirely. he reciprocated your smile with a small one, only nodding subtly in affirmation to your words, which made you feel a little better.

“ah, that reminds me—” you spoke whilst walking backwards, carrying the small crate again and showcasing it to your little brother who beamed at the sight of so many lavender melons. “hehe, seems someone's looking forward to dinner.” you chuckled as you ruffled izumi's hair playfully, setting the crate down then closing the door behind you.

“now,” you spoke yet again, your gaze on kabukimono once more. “allow me to introduce myself; you can call me (name). i am izumi's older sibling.” your smile softened as you introduced yourself, to which he reciprocated that soft smile with his once small smile widening slightly.

a quiet hum escaped you as the distant roaring of thunder can be heard, and you already proposed an activity for you three to do.

make yourselves comfortable.

“yeah, you won't be leaving anytime soon,” you remarked as you guided your guest further into your humble little home, izumi walking beside him with a smile.

“the storm won't go away for a while, so how about you stay for the night, kabukimono?”

taglist ( open, comment under the series masterpost to be added! ): @featuredtofu , @alatusorrow , @aruatsu , @ieatruinguards , @chibiduck .

#mundanities with kabukimono #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kabukimono #kabukimono x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader

[nezumeanie]

obey me c a s u a l t o u c h ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

no warnings | gn!mc | not proofread <_<

♢ in the hustle and bustle of the devildom on the weekends, you always find yourself pushing through crowds in the street markets to buy groceries for the week. after being bumped into for the umpteenth time, you decide to let your step fall behind lucifer’s, that way if you were to be separated you could still see his large head above the crowd and make your way back to him. sensing your presence move from beside him, lucifer stops walking turning to look at you. “make sure not to get lost” he puts a light hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of him as to not lose sight of you. occasionally, you’ll feel his hands on your shoulders moving you forward without letting you stray from him.

♢ you and mammon sit shoulder to shoulder staring at the black screen of his ddd. there wasn’t any reason to be nervous, but mammon was anxiously awaiting to hear from his agent if he had booked a new gig—an small role in a new d-drama. the acclamation was one thing, the money another, mammon hadn’t stopped talking abt it since his audition. finally his screen lit up: an email notification. he opened it slowly and yelled “we did it!!! we did it! oh man, you’re my good luck charm we gonna be so rich!!!!” he threw his arms around you and jumped in a circle, mammon’s happiness is your happiness as well.

♢ in front of the computer screen, one hand on the mouse other on the keyboard, levi kept giving you directions on where to go and what to do even though he said he would let you play the game yourself. “wait, wait if you turn around and walk through tht wall there’s a secret cave full of ss grade items! no, no turn around argh” he puts his hand on your shoulder and points in the opposite direction in which you were moving “literally it’s a wall covered in vines. i found it on accident my seventeenth time playing through it hahahah that was the round i completed the fastest…” his story is much harder to follow when his voice is this close to you, but you never want to miss his words.

♢ many food ingredients in the devildom remind you of things you can find back home in the human realm, so you decide to try and recreate a meal you already know. while stirring the pot, you feel someone approach you from behind “hmm? what is it that you’re making?” it’s satan it’s his head titled to the side. he had placed his hand on the counter trapping your waist between himself and the stove, his other hand placed on his hip in curiosity. his fingers tapped on the marble, his eyebrows furrowed and unfurrowed. you dipped the spoon in and brought it to his lips to taste.

♢ there were so many formal events held at diavolo’s castle you began wondering if it really was so imperative that you and everyone had to attend every single one. racing down the hallway, you hear asmo’s voice “oii your tag is sticking out. sigh, come here, come here!” you stop in your tracks, your hands shooting to the back of your formal attire. you can hear asmo chuckling. “let me see〜” one hand gracefully touches your side, the other you feel down your collar tucking your tag back into place. “this is perfect timing,” he says from behind you, “i need someone to help me zip my dress♪”

♢ without you asking, beel takes bottle from you hand and twists the lid off for you. “humans are so fragile” he mentions and hands it back to you, not tht you needed his help to open a bottle of raspberry juice. with that thought in mind, you managed to spilled some down your chin. are you a child? beel chuckles to himself, putting one hand on the top of your head, the other takes out a handkerchief and wipes it off for you. punctuating his handiwork with a head rub he adds “humans are so clumsy, too.” you drink your juice more carefully this time.

♢ a new cafe was opening downtown! the first hundred patrons would receive a mystery prize and a free parfait topping! while scrolling devilgram you saw the post and called belphie over to look. he places his head on your shoulder to look over your shoulder at your phone. “ah, im pretty sure that’s the same place i was talking to you about last week? when i said we should eat a strawberry parfait together” he lazily drapes his arm around your shoulder. though, you’re sure he did not ask you to eat desert together, maybe he had dreamt about it.

#sheesh i think this took a long time? #things written #obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obm #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obm lucifer #obm mammon #obm leviathan #obm satan #obm asmodeus #obm beelzebub #obm belphegor #obey me! x reader #obey me fanfic #im not sure how 2 tag haha

[prettyobsessed]

LDS boys x tomboyish reader

🦢𖥔 ۫Friendship & Unexpected Feelings ₊ ♪ ˚. 𐙚

this is my very first request, and i want to thank you so much for sending it in! out of respect, i didn't include any smut in your request because i wasn't sure if you're a minor, and there wasn't any indication that you wanted smut. but still, i hope you like this one!♡

✧. ┊/ pairings: (LDS boys) Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne x tomboyish f!reader ˚ ༘♡ ˚ / genre: slice-of-life friendship [sfw, safe for minors] ₊˚ / tags: comfort read, headcanons, fanfiction, gaming, personality appreciation, comedy, best friends, slow burn, romantic drama, contemporary fiction, self-discovery, slice-of-life, unexpected feelings, feelings for best friends, might have a continuation, comedy ✿ / word count: 2.7k words — Warning: Story contains swear words, please take note! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ —

As someone who had experienced the sting of a failed relationship, I knew firsthand the ache of heartbreak. My lack of experience and my innate tendency to be a 'hopeless romantic' were often cited as the reasons for its demise—a painful reminder of love's complexities.

However, amidst the ruins of a failed romance, I found solace and genuine happiness in the unbreakable bond shared with my best friends: Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne. Over the years, their infectious personalities and idiosyncratic habits had gradually rubbed off on me, molding me into a more laid-back and tomboyish version of myself.

Despite having the knowledge and ability to dress femininely and meticulously care for my appearance, I found solace and authenticity in dressing down. Jeans and flannels became my signature attire, offering a sense of comfort and familiarity in a world fraught with expectations. One cherished pastime that solidified our bond was our shared love for gaming, particularly the adrenaline-fueled battleground of CS:GO. Whether day or night, we would convene from the comfort of our respective homes, united by the glow of our screens and the thrill of virtual combat.

"Z, what the fuck are you doing?!" Rafayel's voice rang out, a mix of concern and frustration evident as Zayne struggled to perform well.

Amidst the chaos of enemy territory, I urgently signalled to my teammates, "On me, on me, on me," alerting them to the imminent threat nearby.

With Xavier's decisive shot, our team emerged triumphant, and a wave of celebration swept over us, filling the room with jubilant shouts and sounds of triumph.

Amidst the highs and lows of our gaming sessions, we discovered a sanctuary and reprieve from the complexities of the outside world, weaving memories that would linger far beyond the final kill.

At times, I mused over the intricate dynamics of our friendship. The presence of three close male companions brought both excitement and solace, each contributing their own quirks to our group dynamic.

Within our close-knit circle, trivial disputes and negativity held no sway, fostering an environment where genuine companionship thrived unencumbered. Encircled by my unwavering allies, I reveled in the simple joys of camaraderie and the enduring warmth of genuine friendship. ••• The following day, feeling the need for a wardrobe refresh, I enlisted Rafayel's assistance, grateful that he was available. We ventured into the bustling streets, the sunlight casting a warm glow on the storefronts. Stepping into the store, the scent of new fabrics greeted us, and racks of clothes beckoned from every corner.

For nearly two hours, we lost ourselves in the aisles, pulling out garments of all colours and styles. Rafayel, with his discerning eye, wrinkled his nose at most of my selections, insisting I try on the pieces he deemed worthy.

"This one's a definite no," he declared, holding up a bright floral dress that clashed with his taste.

I shot Rafayel a tired look and shook my head as I discarded the dress. "Okay? Fine, your turn to pick something for me then."

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Rafayel disappeared into the racks, emerging moments later with an armful of clothes he deemed suitable.

"Trust me, you'll thank me later," he teased, handing me the pile.

I rolled my eyes playfully, but curiosity got the best of me as I headed to the fitting room, ready to see what he had in store. ••• The fluorescent lights of the dressing room cast a soft glow over the array of clothes strewn about. After spending what felt like hours trying on various outfits, I finally settled on a few pieces that Rafayel had picked out. As I admired myself in the mirror, I realised that his taste wasn't so bad after all. Grabbing my phone, I snapped a few quick shots of the outfits I liked and sent them to our group chat, eager to get Xavier and Zayne's opinions too.

"Y'know, you actually look good in all of the outfits you picked. Even with jeans and t-shirts. I just like teasing you," Rafayel admitted with a sheepish grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I couldn't help but chuckle at his confession, relieved that my fashion sense hadn't completely failed me. With a playful swish of the fabric, I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress draped elegantly over my frame. He thinks I look good? The thought danced through my mind, a pleasant surprise amidst our playful banter.

"You're not getting off that easy," I teased back, shooting him a mock glare before breaking into a smile. Rafayel's grin softened into a gentle smile at my reaction, his eyes reflecting a genuine warmth as he observed my bashful response. "Seriously though, you've got great taste. You don't need my approval," he added, his tone reassuring. ••• On a crisp afternoon bathed in sunlight, I embarked on a journey to explore the hidden corners of the city by myself, my camera poised to capture the allure of undiscovered beauty. Lost in the enchanting scenery, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, and as I turned around, I was met with the captivating gaze of a stranger. With his tousled brown hair and piercing hazel eyes, he exuded an irresistible charm that instantly drew me in. "Are you new around here?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. 

Affirming his assumption, I nodded, prompting him to respond with a compliment: "I thought so, I've never seen you before. You're really pretty." His words sent a flutter through my heart, and as he introduced himself as Alex, he graciously offered me his number before bidding farewell.

As I continued my solitary exploration of the city, the encounter with Alex lingered in my thoughts, his charismatic presence leaving an indelible impression. Despite the warmth of the sun overhead, a newfound excitement coursed through me, fuelled by the possibility of new connections in this unfamiliar terrain.  Our exchanges of messages had been ongoing since our serendipitous encounter, each conversation deepening the intrigue I felt toward the enigmatic stranger. ••• A typical Saturday saw my apartment bustling with the familiar energy of camaraderie as the boys gathered for our customary hangout session.

Xavier lounged comfortably on my lap, reading his book, while Rafayel and Zayne engaged in an intense round of Apex Legends. Glancing at my phone, I noticed a message from Alex inviting me out for coffee. Excitement bubbled within me at the prospect of a date, and in my haste, I jumped up, accidentally causing Xavier to topple over the couch. Ouch!" Xavier exclaimed, his sudden fall disrupting the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. With a startled yelp, he flailed his arms, desperately trying to regain his balance, but only managing to knock over a pile of magazines in the process. Pages fluttered through the air like confetti, adding a whimsical touch to the chaotic scene.

Rifling through my wardrobe, I deliberated over what to wear for the occasion. After much contemplation, I settled on a denim skirt paired with a white frilled sleeveless top. Taking extra care with my makeup and hair, I aimed to impress Alex, despite feeling a tad uneasy in the unfamiliar attire.

Just as I was about to step out, Rafayel's knock interrupted my preparations. Opening the door, I welcomed his scrutiny with a hint of apprehension. "Do I look okay? Be honest," I asked, hoping for reassurance. His puzzled expression quickly shifted to scrutiny as he eyed my outfit. "Where are you off to? We just got here? And what is that?" he questioned, pointing at my attire.

With a slight pout, I defended my choice of outfit, the fabric of my mini denim skirt swaying gently with my movements. Xavier, still half-asleep, his hair tousled and a little messy, chimed in with a mumbled observation about my seldom-seen skirt. "I've never seen you in that skirt before. Is it new?" he mumbled, his words laced with curiosity.

“Yeah, no shit. She never wears these kinds of outfits when she’s with us,” Rafayel replied, his tone tinged with skepticism.

The banter continued as Zayne joined in, his eyes scanning my attire with curiosity. “With whom are you going out?” he asked, his interest piqued. When I revealed my plans to go out with a guy I met at a cafe, Xavier's concern was palpable, prompting Rafayel to demand a wardrobe change.

“Okay, yep, nope. Sit your ass back down and change back into your regular clothes,” Rafayel demanded, his protective instincts kicking in.

“Bruh, let her go, she can dress however she wants. Besides, she looks… good,” Xavier interjected, coming to my defense.

“Oh, I’m sooooo sorry for wanting to look out for her?!” Rafayel retorted sarcastically, tension rising between them.

Now they’re both bickering, their voices escalating as Rafayel inches closer, attempting to deter me from going out. “Both of you—please shut up,” Zayne sighed, his finger massaging his temple.

“Fine. Whatever. Have fun! Be home by 8, sweetie! No later!” Rafayel's sarcastic tone echoed behind me as I headed out the door.

Unfazed, I playfully stuck out my tongue in defiance, determined to follow through with my plans. Excitement and nerves intertwined as I stepped out into the evening, eager to see where this unexpected encounter with Alex would lead. ••• As I approached the bustling coffee shop, my senses were bombarded with the sights and sounds of the crowded scene. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, blending with the melodic hum of conversation and the rhythmic clinking of cups. Amidst the throng of people, I spotted a familiar figure with his back turned – it was Alex, engrossed in a phone call. Maintaining a discreet distance to avoid detection, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of his conversation amidst the bustling ambiance. With each word, a sinking feeling gnawed at my heart, and a sense of betrayal washed over me like a tidal wave. "Yeah, bro, I'm gonna make her sleep with me tonight," his voice carried over the din. "Yeah, she's probably easy. She's on her way here now. I'll play the lost wallet card and let her pick up the tab. Classic move, right? Haha. Catch you later."

As the weight of his words settled upon me, a mix of emotions swirled within – betrayal, anger, and disbelief intertwining like a tumultuous storm. The reality of his intentions struck me like a heavy blow, leaving me reeling in shock and dismay.

With a heavy heart, I quietly turned away from the scene, my mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The encounter had shattered any illusions I had about Alex, revealing his true colours in stark contrast to the charming facade I once admired. As I walked away, a bitter taste lingered in my mouth, tainting the once-promising prospect of our interaction with deception and manipulation. Hah. What a douchebag.

Anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was also a strange sense of relief—relief that I had uncovered Alex's true intentions before things went any further. With growing disillusionment, I found myself losing faith in men, specifically men like Alex. Why hadn't I listened to Rafayel's warnings? It was a question that echoed in my mind, taunting me with its hindsight wisdom.

Returning home, I was met with the unexpected sight of all three of them lounging on the couch, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity as I entered. Rafayel, ever the joker, couldn't resist making a quip. “Oh, back so soon? Didn't know it was a speed dating," he joked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. But Xavier's quick intervention halted his words in their tracks, recognising the storm in my eyes. Zayne, usually the silent observer, watched Rafayel with a sharp gaze, sensing the tension in the air.

"Don't talk to me," I managed to utter, my voice thick with emotion as I pushed past them and retreated to the sanctuary of my room.

Collapsing onto my bed, the weight of disappointment and hurt bore down on me, and the floodgates opened, releasing the tears I had been holding back. Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne knocked on my door, their concern palpable through the wood. "Give me a minute," I managed to choke out, needing to gather myself before facing them. After what felt like an eternity, I emerged from my room to find them waiting outside, a protective barrier of support.

"Hey, uh, wanna grab some ramen nearby?" Rafayel suggested, his voice gentle yet reassuring, cutting through the heavy silence like a beacon of warmth. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, now held a softness that mirrored the concern etched on his face. Xavier nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Rafayel's empathy. "Yeah, a warm bowl of ramen might be just what you need right now," he chimed in, his voice a comforting undertone amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling around us.

Zayne, typically the quietest of us all, offered a supportive nod, his eyes conveying a silent solidarity. "It's always comforting to have your company," he remarked, his gaze softening as he directed a reassuring smile my way. ••• As we sat slurping noodles at the ramen stall, the aroma of savoury broth filled the air, enveloping us in a comforting embrace amidst the bustling street. With each tale of my encounter with Alex, the steam from our bowls seemed to echo the rising tension within our group. "Do you want me to beat up that jerkface?" Rafayel offered, his tone a mix of jest and genuine concern, his eyes flickering mischievously. I chuckled softly at his offer. "Yeah, I can join in," Xavier added, leaning in with a playful glint in his eyes. He noticed a stray noodle nestled in the corner of my lips and instinctively brushed it away with his thumb, his smile warming my heart. But before I could react, Rafayel interjected with a mischievous grin. "Move over, (your name), it's my turn," he teased, his mischievous side shining through as he mimicked Xavier's gesture. Delicately placing a small noodle on the corner of his own mouth, he grinned mischievously.

With a chuckle and a playful eye roll from me, I opted to flick his nose instead, contributing to the lighthearted atmosphere of our gathering.

Turning my attention to Zayne, I noticed a quiet contemplation in his expression, a subtle tension beneath his calm exterior. His gaze shifted between me and his bowl of ramen, a silent dialogue unfolding within him.

“You okay, Z?" I inquired softly, sensing his internal struggle.

He hesitated for a moment before finally breaking the silence. Placing his bowl down, he gave me a gentle head pat.

“...You know, you’re perfectly fine just the way you are. Don't feel pressured to change your appearance for other people but yourself,” his words, though simple, resonated deeply within me, serving as a gentle reminder of the unwavering support and acceptance within our circle. With a smile, I expressed my gratitude, thanking him for his encouraging words.

“Okay, bro, you can stop patting her,” Rafayel interjected, breaking the moment.

Zayne cleared his throat, and resumed eating, seemingly to alleviate the awkward tension in the room. As his words settled in my heart, I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, reaffirming my sense of self-worth and empowerment. ••• After our late dinner, we strolled back to my apartment, the city lights casting a gentle glow on the sidewalks. Along the way, Rafayel couldn't resist his usual teasing, his playful jabs punctuated by bursts of laughter. In a moment of clumsiness, I accidentally elbowed him too hard, causing him to yelp in pain. Xavier chuckled at Rafayel's misfortune, offering a playful "Serves you right," as he fist-bumped me in solidarity. 

Meanwhile, Zayne, ever the silent observer, couldn't suppress his amusement, quietly chuckling at the banter unfolding before him.

As their laughter filled the air, I found myself falling behind, enveloped in a profound sense of gratitude. Despite the playful banter, I couldn't shake the depth of connection we shared.

A sudden realisation began to dawn on me. My heartbeat quickened, a whirlwind of emotions stirring inside, my gaze shifting between the three of them. Panic seized me as I grappled with the truth, the weight of my feelings crashing over me like a tidal wave.

"No. No. No. This can't be happening. Why is my heart racing like this?" I murmured to myself, halting in my tracks. The revelation unleashed a maelstrom of conflicting feelings, engulfing me in a tempest of uncertainty.

Could it be? Am I starting to have feelings for my best friends? —by prettyobsessed⋆˚✿˖° Editor's notes: i hope you like it! i left it open-ended for your interpretation. feel free to request for more! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

#my first request hehe thank u🤍 #love and deepspace #l&ds x reader #lds boys x reader #rafayel zayne xavier x reader #zayne rafayel xavier x you #love and deepspace fic #l&ds #slice of life friendship #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace zayne #love and deespace headcanons #lds headcanons #love and deepspace tomboyish reader #x tomboyish reader #friendship drama tomboyish reader #slow burn friendship drama #lds boys x tomboyish reader #lds boys x pov #lds boys #boy best friends #text conversation with l&ds boys #love and deepspace text convo #text convo l&ds boys

[blogauroragloryme]

It's just a headcanon ,but just imagining a scenario where MQ takes on a mission and after completing it he's drained and only has energy to call FX in his communication array to help him. Twist comes here that due to high levels of Yin,MQ against his will transforms into his female form (please don't ask for the details,it's just a rough sketched scenario,I'm not a fic writer 🤣) and cannot return to his male form because of his low energy. In the distance FX descends with a lightning strike and from a distance his grumbling is heard and as FX approaches near he actually screams like a maiden when from the fog emerges a cold beauty he wasn't expecting.MQ albeit embarrassed just smirks seeing FX's reaction.While ascending back FX has to hold MQ by the waist ,but he's so nervous and on the verge of passing out. Somehow they manage to ascend to heaven without any mishap ,but MQ has already a mischief planned on his mind.

A few days later MQ and FX decide to have a friendly sparring match in FX's training ground. While they're fighting FX kicks MQ and he falls on the ground and just as FX is about to touch MQ ,MQ grins and transforms into his female form and FX ends up squishing his boob (or wait a moment ,it would be more hilarious that MQ kicks him on his ankle and FX actually falls face first on MQ's chest and gets a face full of boobs🤣,but yah he will pass out if that happens). A horrifying scream rings across the palace of Nan Yang as FX screams and runs to the nearby fountain to wash his hand and curse MQ loudly and MQ is still sprawled on the ground laughing like a maniac.

Another scene that I imagine is based on this fanart. Again the credit goes to the ORIGINAL ARTIST (whom idk otherwise definitely would have tagged them)

(Credit:ORIGINAL ARTIST)

FX barges into MQ's palace as usual without knocking so MQ decides to teach FX a lesson 😂.

This keeps on repeating. MQ deliberately changes into his female form from time to time to scare FX away. To add more fun to that he keeps on changing his attire which accentuates his figure even more.One time he even calls him ,"Feng Xin Gege(⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪and this time FX finally passes out. It takes a whole day for FX to regain his conscious lol.

(I think it's a funny idea that post canon rather then fighting with insults and violence,they use such methods to tease the other)

#mxtx novels #mxtx tgcf #headcanon #heaven official's blessing #feng xin #mu qing #fenqing

[pardi-real]

Tarot of Destiny / Chapter 2 - Tarot Reading

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Hanamaru: "So, what's Maginaria like?

......Any famous local alcohol or something?"

Teddy: "Mr. Hanamaru! We're going there on business, don't forget."

Hanamaru: "I know what you mean, Teddy. I'm just asking."

Berrien: "I'm not sure about the local alcohol, but… as I mentioned earlier, this town thrives on fortune-telling. They value spirituality a lot... Anything disruptive to the ambiance is frowned upon. Particularly during the festival, they prefer more dignified attire and behavior."

Yuhan: "I see… Dignified behavior, huh.... Then, I guess Mr. Hanamaru can't come."

Hanamaru: "Wait, wait, wait, wait. If you leave me here, I'll cry for real, okay?"

Flure: "Speaking of which... What's dignified attire?"

Berrien: "Fufu... Don't worry. I mean the kind of 'proper outfits' that Flure always makes for us."

Lono: "I see... Then I guess I'll be fine in this tailcoat."

Flure: "What– no way! You can't wear your usual clothes for a festival. I'll design something suitable for the festival in the city of fortune-telling!"

Lono: "Oops… Looks like the fire in Flure's soul is burning again."

Haures: "I'm looking forward to your designs, Flure, but... don't push yourself."

Teddy: "Let me know If I can help!"

Flure: "Yes! Thank you very much. Fortune-telling… I wonder what design would fit~…"

Berrien: "Ah, yes, speaking of reference... Lady Elvira gave me these 'envelopes', it might help."

> " 'Envelopes'…?"

Berrien: "Yes. It is addressed to all of us, including the lord. I've checked mine, and if my assumption is correct, the contents might give us clues for the costumes."

Berrien handed out the envelopes one by one to the butlers.

Berrien: "Three left... one for you, my lord."

> "Thank you"

Berrien: "Yes ♪ And this one... 'To Mr. Talking Cat'... It's addressed to Muu, isn't it?"

Muu: "What! There's one for me, too? Ehehe… This might be the first time I've received a letter addressed to me!"

Berrien: "Fufu.  The last one is for Haures."

Haures: "Thank you. Without further ado… let's see what's inside. Hmm... this is…  Some sort of a 'card' is attached to a piece of paper... underneath it, there are sentences.

'This is the tarot card that represents you.' 'I hope this card will guide your actions… Hence, I hope it will be a guidepost for your life.'

This card... represents me? What does that mean?  I know that what is pasted on the paper is probably a tarot card… and appears to be pasted upside down. Is there a meaning to this?

Hmm... I don't know much about fortune-telling…"

Teddy: "Me neither... I only know what my lucky color is today."

Yuhan: "I know a little about Feng Shui… but I'm an outsider to tarot."

Hanamaru: "I see... no tarot hobbyist among us, then. So, Fennesz. Over to you."

Fennesz: "Huh… M-me...?

Hanamaru: "Yeah, you know, the knowledgeable Fennesz. I thought maybe you knew something about tarot readings… My bad. Bit much to ask, wasn't it?"

Fennesz: ".............. Uhm… I can tell you a bit… The card Haures got... is 'Justice' in 'reverse'.

In tarot reading, there are different types of cards and the concept of upright and reversed positions. Even if you draw the same card of 'Justice'... the meaning of the card will change depending on its position.

For example... the meaning of 'the card of Justice in reverse position' is 'to judge others harshly' or 'violence'... also 'excessive harshness' or something like that…"

Hanamaru: ".......Wow.  How do you even know all that stuff...?"

Fennesz: "D-don't set me up and act surprised now… I just happened to have read about it in a book and remembered it…"

Hanamaru: "Hehe, my bad, my bad. Just honestly impressed."

Haures: "But still... It didn't seem to have good meanings.  So, the reversed Justice card represents me…? Err… but I don't understand why."

Fennesz: "Uhm… but tarot cards have multiple interpretations... I don't think what I just said defines you, Haures…"

Haures: "Phew… Thanks, Fennesz."

Fennesz: "No, really... There's more to you, Haures...."

Haures: "Anyway... tarot cards are sent to all of us. If we refer to the pictures on these tarot cards.... It could help design costumes, right, Mr. Berrien?"

Berrien: "Yes… that's the idea."

Flure: "I see… That's right… I keep coming up with new ideas. Alright everyone, if you don't mind... Let me know your cards later!"

Hanamaru: "Yeah, got it.  By the way… I wonder which card is in my envelope~ let's see. ……… Ergh. The heck is this… 'DEATH'... It says 'death'. It's obviously an unlucky card."

Teddy: "Hmm~... It is true that it has an unlucky vibe, but... this card is 'reversed', isn't it? Maybe it doesn't mean what it looks like…"

Fennesz: "Yes, Teddy is right, Mr. Hanamaru. Death in the reverse position means 'rebirth' or 'change'... a reversal of fortune.

You will be able to get out of the pain of not being able to move forward and move on.... I think that's what it means. 

On the other hand, when it is in the upright position, it can mean the end of something, or farewell… and there are also many other meanings…"

Hanamaru: "Hmm~ I see. Well, if anything, I'm glad it's not upright."

Muu: "Fufu, regardless.... It's the same card, but the position changes the meaning... Tarot reading is so interesting, my lord!"

> "Yes, indeed"

Fennesz: "By the way... Which card was in your envelope, my lord?"

Fennesz asked me, and when I opened the envelope addressed to me... there was… the same card I had seen earlier....

> "It's Death in the upright position...."

Fennesz: "What…"

note: at least in English-speaking tarot, reversed Justice card means "dishonesty", "denial", "be careful with your emotions", and "injustice/unfairness/bias".

Reversed Death card means "fear of change", "refusing rebirth", "inability to let go/move on", "decay". While Death in upright position would mean "rebirth", "new beginnings", "transformation".

Well, I can find what Fennesz said in several Japanese websites though.

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#Tarot of Destiny #Aknk

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SR Cater Diamond New Year's Attire Voice Lines

Summon Line: Welcome～! This year, you got Cay-kun here minding the store. You can take all the pictures you want, so make sure you come and visit ♪

Groooovy!!: So you think ＨＡＧＯＩＴＡ is just a bit of fun? Sorry, but I won't go easy on you.

Home: Time to bring forth Spring with grace and elegance.

Home Idle 1: This morning when I went out side, I saw so many icicles on the flower beds. It really made me feel like winter was here, so I ended up taking pictures. Here, I'll show them to you.

Home Idle 2: The Mystery Shop sure does have a bunch of amazing stuff. It's really amazing that Sam-san is able to keep track of everything!

Home Idle 3: I guess it's not too bad to work during the holiday seasons once in a while. Sure, it's fun to go back home, but it eventually gets boring.

Home Idle - Login: Happy New year～! Oh right, did you see my first post of the year already went up on Magicam? Make sure you hit those "like" buttons again this year!

Home Idle - Groovy: Whaddya think, have I got this job down or what? I'm gonna keep on making my rounds in the shop and get more sales ♪

Home Tap 1: This outfit I got from Sam-san is perfect for winter. The fabric is thick, and I feel so warm thanks to the sash around my middle.

Home Tap 2: There's so many more customers than I thought, so I'm a little frazzled. But hey, I'm getting used to the job, so... I'll do my best 'til the end.

Home Tap 3: I wonder if the Mystery Shop has those macro lenses for smartphones? You can take real good photos of snowflakes with one.

Home Tap 4: Apparently, in the East, there's a custom where they watch the first sunrise of the new year. I bet it's beautiful, but it'd be so hard to wake up early when it's that cold～

Home Tap 5: Don't you think these fancy threads are a good combination of my dormitory uniform and the Eastern style? Even my hairclip is from the East!

Home Tap - Groovy: You should come by the Mystery Shop later. I went ahead and put aside that thing you wanted.

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #twst cater #twst translation #twst new years #mention: sam

[kiss-me-muchoo]

 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 || 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨… here.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬. 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝), 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

𝐀/𝐍_ 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐧. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐩.𝟏 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚) 

♪ ♫ 𝙋𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)

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The hot sun hits directly into Din’s face. He sighs, wiping his sweat with the back of his hand. He thought wearing the helmet of his armor was the worst, but maybe the direct contact of his skin with the rays was… unbearable.

“Okay. Now, I won’t hurt you, Grogu. This is like the training you had with Skywalker…” the little mandalorian apprentice coos in agreement to his father. 

“At the count of three. One, two, thre-“ before Din shoots for the first time, Grogu is already flipping and doing a series of somersaults. As much as Din doesn’t want to hurt Grogu, he wants to train him well. The Mandalorian saw much of himself in the little Grogu, so he was patient with him. Although sometimes he felt like Grogu also needed some love, like someone peppering him with praise, cuddles and more. And he lacked that, because he grew up without that.

“Dank farrik” he mutters once he sees that Grogu landed on the pond of their house when he tried to dodge his blaster. The baby coos when Din reached to the edge of the pond, and pulling him by the neck of his robe, he takes Grogu out. 

“Oh boy” Grogu’s robe was drenched and the baby was giggling, shaking his pointed ears to splash some water. “We need a proper place to train”

“Yep” Grogu manages to say, which makes Din chuckle. “It’s time to go with Carson Teva for some job”

—

You were beautiful.

“She escaped from Coruscant a month ago,” Teva explains to the mandalorian. Yet, the man only seems to be mesmerized by your image. It had never happened before, he even questioned if he was ever going to feel romantically attached to a woman, and here it was this unknown woman who was missing and allegedly was an enemy. “Look, I don’t trust official Elia Kane, she’s the one who has sent the request to bring her back. But the whole situation is suspicious, so I would like to get ahead from the New Republic. Especially from the ones in Coruscant” 

“Chain code?” Din asked, but the older man in bright orange attire shakes his head.

“No chain code. Just this…” the little device with a red dot sparkling on top made Din sigh. He felt like the day he was assigned to hunt the child, but the familiarity discomforted him. You probably were a spy, you were the enemy. “They already looked at the ice planets. She’s not there, good luck” 

“Alright. Let’s go, kid…” when Din turned, Grogu was trying to steal a whole plate of the fried appetizer they had on that little recreational base of pilots. Din rolled his eyes under the helmet, and took the kid in his arms, under the constant complaints of him.

Where in the whole galaxy would he even start? This was going to be harder than he expected. 

—-

Two weeks, and Din Djarin was getting tired of looking for you. 

No sights of a young woman in the desert, tundra, lava, or swamps. As Din flyed the N-1, his brain enlightened.

The jungle, he hadn’t looked for the jungles.

He looked in Felicia, Onderon, Kashyyk, Glee Anselm, but you weren’t there.

That’s when he started questioning, Why were you that important?. What could another female officer want with you? You were just a simple mortal. 

“Look, Grogu. It’s the first time you see a beach” Grogu cooed loudly at the sight of the clear waters, in Scarif. 

The planet was more green than ever. Remnants of imperial bases were scattered between the growing jungle. Din had to admit it was beautiful. A wasted planet, however.

He landed his ship on the sand, making some palms fall in the process. And once he steps outside with the kid, Din felt an incredible wave of peace. The sound of the waves, some birds singing, it was very impressive.

But his peace increased once he saw the red dot of his tracker flashing rapidly. He had found you.

“She’s near, Grogu. Open your eyes” the kid only wandered through the vegetation Din cut with his knife as he made clear the way. 

The weather is hot, humid, and Din is hating every moment because in the jungle everything feels sticky.

“I think she’s gonna be inside” the man states, pointing the tracker to the destroyed building of the Empire and holding Grogu with his free arm. “We’re gonna be home again soon, kid”

The only available entrance of the building is covered by plants, which have grown over the years. Din isn’t nervous, he doesn’t think you’re a potential threat. Maybe a blaster, or two, but that’s it. 

“I’ll put you back in the nest, okay?” Grogu nods at his father's intention. That’s how he liked Din to call his flying carrier. 

“The tracker doesn’t lie, we’re close” he feels proud to be the first one to find you, since you escaped from Coruscant. For a little while, Din felt like he had lost his abilities as a bounty hunter, this was proving him wrong.

The destroyed base reminded him of Mandalore, in ruins, only that Scarif had empty memories, nothing special. 

The interiors are black, and as they enter deeply into the building, the lighting remains intact, making the way a little less scary.

Which resulted in irony, because the place seemed like not even a soul was there.

After what felt like a maze of hallways, the typical structure of the Empire was going downhill and the distant sound of a waterfall alerted Din. 

“Stay close, kid” as they went downhill, the base started to look covered in plants again. The weather turned incredibly humid and Din felt like he was suffocating under the helmet. 

At the end of the hallway, Din noticed something, a pond. 

“Something’s off…” Din whispered as he and the kid entered  open space that holded the pond.

There was a big possibility that after the attack on Scariff, the water and plants created a pond with constant tremors and bombs, but what seemed weird to Din, is how calmed the building was. And most importantly, no signs of you. 

Until, someone pushed his calf so hard that he fell on his knees, then punched his neck from one side so hard that he gasped for air. 

Din groaned in discomfort, but he didn’t get behind, because he managed to take his blade out. As the unknown opponent holded his arms and violently kicked Din’s hip bone with their knee. 

The mandalorian decided it was enough. So he grasped the blade, and using his string muscles, he was able to get free from the enemy’s arms and stabbed their leg.

A female gasp. You were an unusual woman.

Luck wasn’t with Din at that moment. Because just as he was going to take his tight to tie you up, he felt your weight behind him, and in less than a second, he felt some strong plant choking him. 

“How did you find me?” he hears you ask demandingly. You have a strong grip, and Din accepts you are a skilled warrior. With rare techniques that he only heard from the Armorer when he was young. “How. Did. You. Find. Me…huh, Mandalorian?”

Grogu coos and you turn to spot the child. Your eyes widening at the sight of him. If you were surprised to see a shiny Mandalorian finding you after a month of peace, now you were intrigued by his little companion.

“Don’t worry, kid. I don’t plan to kill your master” you say, hoping that the child wasn’t totally freaked out.

“I’m not his master. I’m his father…” you return to look at the man you have trapped, holding the liana straight against his neck, causing another grunt from him. 

“You can’t be one of his kind. You are a human under the armor” Din thinks your voice is hypnotic, delicate but not suave, it’s weird, but in a beautiful way. He really wants to see your face.

“I am a human.” He shouldn’t be answering questions, he never spoke to his quarries. “Once again, Mandalorian. Who sent you after me?” 

“Carson Teva. Now, likely, you must deal with the trials of the New Republic for your crimes” you giggle, this tin can was so clueless.

“Crimes? Oh, silly Mandalorian. You don’t know what lies in Coruscant nowadays” Din felt a goosebump across his spine. Sensing that your words were true, however, he remained light as a feather, waiting for any moment to get out of your claws.

“That’s not my business, I’m just here for the credits” you kick him again, making his helmet crash against the wet floor. You hated bounty hunters from the guild.

“You all bounty hunters are the same ignorant and heartless scum. Bless that child for having to be seeing what you do” somehow, your words hurt him. Like that time where the lady frog said that she was disappointed in him, and pointed out the honor Mandalorians claimed to have.

“You don’t know anything about Mandalorians” skillfully, the tall man managed to hurt your ribs, letting him free. You gasped for air, anf before the air healed your hurt lungs, the Mandalorian threw his tight and made you roll a little before wrapping your arms and legs, leaving you vulnerable. 

Din finally watched your face. Dry skin, cracked lips, frizzy hair, but gorgeous face. 

Delicate hands that try to make their way away from the tight. 

He notices you wear a long skirt, boots and a long sleeve top full of holes, you have a holster and a big cross bag hangs from your shoulder.

You try to crawl away, but it’s useless. The mandalorian keeps pulling you close, scraping your knees against the sharp stones that lay on the ground.

It’s a battle that neither one of you want to lose. Din is very surprised to feel how strong you were, he was struggling to pull you closer. 

But something happened, Grogu got closer in his little pod. 

“Grogu, stay back” demanded Din as he watched the kid very closely. 

But it wasn’t on the child’s options, he closed his eyes and raised one of his little arms. Unexpectedly, Grogu lifted a little wave of water from the pond, gently showering your legs and Din’s right side of his armor.

You squealed trying to cover yourself, but the water still impacted your legs.

Din looked confused at Grogu, and when he focused his eyes on you, his gaze landed on your legs. 

Clammy and shiny skin, almost sticky. Scales. 

Like a rash that instead of a red eruption were scales.

“A sereia…” Din mumbled in shock. 

One of the most shocking and unbelievable moments in his life was retaking Mandalore and now this, encountering face to face with a mythological deity that promised success for the Mandalorian culture. 

“What?…” you asked in disgust. But curiously, because the man stopped struggling with you. Once you saw what he was looking at, you moved your legs, hoping you could hide the already visible scales.

“You’re a mermaid” more like a question, he made a statement.

“No…” you firmly said. 

“This is impossible…” he said, once again, more to himself than to you or Grogu. “Once a Mandalorian finds a mermaid…”

“He’s supposed to serve her and she would shower his culture for prosperity” you finish for him. “Ironic, because you are a filthy Mandalorian who’s going to turn me into the useless New Republic”

There was no point in denying what you were. He saw your scales, the kid saw them too. This is it, once again, injustice won. 

“I can’t turn you in. I’m taking you to Mandalore” he explains. And you can’t help but feel his relaxing voice is soothing you.

“Mandalore? But it’s destroyed, and cursed” to your dismay, a lot happened on the forgotten planet.

“Mandalore was retaken a little while before. I helped Bo-Katan Kryze and other tribes to retake it” you are surprised by his words. “You know what this means, right?”

“Those are tells for children, Mandalorian. I’m not a goddess, and your people should have learned that the ancient Way is full of myths” he’s surprised too. He wasn’t expecting you to be educated about Mandalorians. 

“I don’t care what you think. I’m taking you to Mandalore” he could extend this bounty, Teva wouldn’t know how much time it took him to find you. 

“So be it, then…” you say, as he unwraps the tight around you.

“Cuff yourself, please…” His low voice makes you irritated, you can smell a little arrogance. 

“You’re welcome” you sarcastically say as you cuff yourself after standing up. Although you were smaller than him, now Din could understand your strength. Mermaids were strong warriors that were known for their beauty and determination. But nobody in the galaxy had seen one in centuries. This was special for Din.

“Let’s go…” he indicates to you and Grogu. 

The way back to his shis uncomfortable. You can feel the eyes of the Mandalorian on you. You feel a strange energy with the kid. Everything seemed odd.

As you walk away, you suddenly feel a little melancholic. Scarif became an improvised place to become home. And now, a Mandalorian was taking you against your own will. You were tired of running away, so you just surrendered, that didn’t mean you were enraged for his actions.

When you reach the shore of the beach, it is impossible to not feel teary. Lowkey, you are afraid of what’s about to happen. You lived in Coruscant your whole life, hiding your real nature, until you couldn’t.

At the same time, Din Djarin feels bad for literally taking you hostage. You were a free person, you could do whatever you wanted. But he had to take you to Mandalore, maybe you could understand the situation. And also know more about you, because he had an omen, that you weren’t a bad person.

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He could have taken the space in front of you, but he decided to have you between his legs. 

“Keep an eye on her…” Din whispered to Grogu once they started hopping on the ship.

You ignore the Mandalorian all the way from jumping into hyperspace. But inside your head, your mind was on fire. 

He proved to be a strong warrior. His long legs secured your small figure, and the soft grazes against him were impossible to not notice. His strong grip against the controls of the ship. 

However, you tried to concentrate on the baby on your own legs. 

“I like your little armor, Grogu” you share after feeling the plate covering the Child’s chest. 

“My name is y/n”

 Din nearly stopped flying the ship. Analyzing your own name, y/n.

“How do you know his name?” You sighed.

“I can hear some of his thoughts…” Grogu cooed loudly, as you smiled and petted his ear. “He says your name is Din Djarin. Is that right?”

“It is. Mermaids are like the Jedi?” You giggle.

“Not quite. We were force sensitives, that is why the Jedi hunted and annihilated us” Din remains quiet, and he feels empathy, he went through the same. Grogu too. 

“Moon Jakaré was the home of the mermaids, right?” you nodded. Suddenly you don’t hate the Mandalorian anymore, and you like his kid. 

“That’s right. It happened to disappear decades before I was born” Din was very curious to know how you ended up wanted by the New Republic, but he wouldn’t push you far. 

“I didn’t grow up in Mandalore. I wasn’t even a Mandalorian when I was born” he shares a little bit of him. You understand how the child was with him. You like him a little more. 

“You have to know that I haven’t committed any crime. An imperial spy is after me because I discovered her dirty secret. She also wants to sell me to some hutt” Din sighs, feeling some urge to protect you. 

“I’ll propose to you something. Let me take you to Mandalore. And then I will help you to take down that spy. We’ll talk to Teva later. We’ll explain the situation” his low voice does something to you. You nod against his back. Trying to ignore every time his arm moves and brushes your tights. Grogu makes his way to sit on your legs, looking at the stars.

“Sounds fair. But why do I have to go to Mandalore?” You knew Mandalorians and mermaids had a long story, but they were myths, this was present, magic didn’t happen anymore. 

“If a Mandalorian finds a mermaid. It means good luck for Mandalore. It’s not a coincidence that this happened right after the retake” it made sense. Some Mandalorian had strong beliefs and traditions. And after analyzing it. It was better to be traveling with a Mandalorian rather than living with fear in Scarif.

“I’m sorry, for saying that you were ignorant and heartless. Now I see you are unlike other bounty hunters. You’re a good Mandalorian” he feels better, somehow he wanted some sort of approval for you. 

“That’s okay. You should rest, we’ll be in Mandalore soon” you nod. Unconsciously falling asleep on Din’s shoulder.

__

Mandalore was pure ruins. Yet, a strong aura was felt. 

As you walk along Din and Grogu, you look at your environment. Entering a dark cave, some Mandalorians stop you and the others.

“I need to see the Armorer and Bo-Katan” one of them nods, allowing you to continue. 

You start descending some rocks and broken stairs. Your boots are good, but it doesn’t stop you from tripping once in a while. But Din takes your hand, and you feel safer, holding onto his strong grip. 

The caves start to look like a city after walking for some minutes, showing how much had been advanced a month after the retake.

In the middle of what used to be an esplanade, a female Mandalorian is there. She wears a golden helmet, and a sophisticated piece of armor.

“For what is your sudden return, Din Djarin and Grogu?” The woman speaks clearly, then turns to look at you. “And who’s your outsider companion?”

���I found a sereia” the woman seems shocked, even with the helmet on. After hearing the name of the mermaids in Mando’a, she steps closer. Examining you.

“What’s your name?” She asks you. 

“…y/n” you say shyly, before she nods calmly.

“Nobody has seen one in a long time. If what you say it’s true, There’s only two places where a sereia will never hide its true form…” she explains seriously, only to add. “The waters of Moon Jakaré and the living waters beneath Mandalore”

Din and you exchange looks, he doesn’t want to cause a burden for you.. But, you nod at him, offering a sweet smile.

__

You don’t have to prove anything to them. But after hearing Din, you want to show everyone that he was the lucky one to find you. In exchange he would help you get rid of your problems. 

As you place your things in the ground. You can smell the waters. Under the cautious look of Din and the Armorer, you undress yourself at the edge of the ancient waters. 

It’s been a month since you turned, you knew that after this, your appearance would be more noticeable. However, you step inside. The water sending some shivers and a familiar vibration through your legs and stomach.

When half of you is inside, you start feeling the change. Thin skin spreads through your body like sweat, growing like tissues to give you a strong tail.

For Din’s horror, something drags you down. 

“y/n!” He yells before diving into the water behind you. 

As he submerged, his vision wasn’t very skilled. He avoided some rocks and pieces of demolished buildings. But after some seconds, he spots a big creature taking you down. 

A mythosaur is dragging you down. 

Din makes his way to you, and once you spot him, you indicate to him to stay away. But he doesn’t, he grabs your waist with one arm and starts pulling you up. Away from the giant animal. 

He knows you can breathe underwater, still, he wants to be as fast as possible. But with some seconds of struggle, he’s able to win and start ascending with you. 

He doesn’t even know he’s holding your hip, which is clammy, and full of scales at that point. Your tail is tangled around Din’s hips, and your arms are securely wrapped around his neck. 

When you make it back to the ground, he’s grunting loudly. The end of your tail is in the water, but all of you are outside.

That’s when Din is able to see you. 

Sparkling skin, smooth hair, pink lips. Your breasts look faded thanks to the scales that cover them. And it matches with your tail. In pink and salmon tones, which end in a bundle of scattered pieces of tail that look like ribbons and gracious tule. You’re divine.

“What was that?” Is the first thing you ask. He can’t believe what just happened. “A mythosaur”

“Let it be known that Mandalore has received a sereia in the dawn of this day” suddenly the armorer speaks. Making you turn away from Din to look away, noticing a bunch of Mandalorians looking at your direction. 

But Grogu flies in his pod to get closer.

“We’re fine, kid” Din lets him know. The kid is curiously looking at your tail, which makes you smile.

“You are our notice of a new awakening for Mandalore. And for that, you’re welcome to join us” the Armorer speaks to you. “Once you’re ready. Come, there’s much to talk about. This is the way”

“This is the way” everyone replies, including Din. 

“Are you okay?” You ask him. He nods.

“Yes, What about you?” You shrug, rolling to hold from your elbows, and shaking the end of your tail, you smile at Din.

“Just a little scratch” he looks, noticing some blood on the scales. “Thank you. For saving me…”

“And thank you, for letting me bring you here”

You know he must be smiling under the helmet. 

__

The Mandalorian named Koska offers you a blanket. Which you accept and thank her. 

The Armorer, Axe, Koska, Bo-Katan, Din and Grogu are the Mandalorians waiting to hear your story. 

At the moment, they only knew you were a fugitive of the New Republic and that you were Din’s bounty. 

“I was born in Coruscant some years after the Clone Wars. I’ve lived there my whole life. I’m the fourth mermaid of the family, one of each generation.” Din is next to you, which makes you feel better from receiving so much attention. 

“My great grandmother was a mermaid. Maybe she escaped from Moon Jakaré. But I was taught to hide it from society. And that’s how I made it. I worked as a senator's assistant. But, there’s spies among the New Republic personnel” when little Grogu asks for your attention, you put him out of his pod to place him in your lap. “Elia Kane is one of them. He provided information to Moff Gideon. Once I discovered her, she started looking for a weakness in me, so she found out I am a mermaid. " They  look concerned, maybe because Gideon was a potential enemy for them, but apparently he was gone. 

“How did you find out?” Axe asked. 

“Oh. Well, Kane liked using the mind flyer to hurt innocents, and she knew about remnants of the Empire. Which was weird because they were supposed to be secret. But I saw her directly talking with Gideon one night” they nodded, encouraging you to continue. 

“When I evacuated my family to Tatooine, Kane captured me. She was on her way to deliver me to some hutt she made a deal with. But I was lucky to escape. However, she accused me of treason with the New Republic, so now I’m wanted. So I found Scarif, and I started living there. Until Din found me…” you say smiling to him. Koska and Axe exchange looks, the Armorer and Bo-Katan keep analyzing your look, and Din is only appreciating you.

“Do you know that Kaled Vizla landed on Moon Jakaré centuries ago?. That the mermaids saved him from death?. That Mandalorians added them to millions of songs?. And that’s why a sereia translates to good omens” you nod.

“Yes. I knew…” you say firmly. “Mandalorians protected us from the Jedi after they started to hunt us” the Armorer nods, standing up to walk to a little forge, nothing compared to the giant one in the heart of the planet. She started pulling out some tools and equipment, capturing your attention.

“Sereia is… mermaid in Mando’a” all of them nod. Bo-Katan also stands and hands you a giant book, opened on an exact page. 

“My clan kept this for years. See? This is one of the original scriptures…” the books are old, brown pages with missing parts show mandalorians simulating a conversation with mermaids. 

“According to the scriptures of Kaled Vizla, the Mandalorian that encounters a mermaid, is the only one alive that can propose marriage to the mermaid” Koska explains, which sets your cheeks on fire. “And after listening to your situation, the New Republic won’t be an issue. We, Mandalorians can and will protect you from the Empire. But, dealing with a Hutt… we can only protect and argue in your favor if you are married to one of us” 

“She’s right…” the Armorer concludes with a wise tone. 

You analyze the situation. You knew that a Hutt was dangerous. Once they make a deal, they won’t rest till they get what they want. Then Elia Kane and the Empire. And the New Republic. 

“We don’t have to… I won’t force you. It’s your choice” Din whispers. You turn to look at him. 

The others notice the hesitation.

“We’ll let you discuss it…” Bo-Katan says, while everyone heads out. 

“As a Mandalorian, it would be an honor to take you as my riduur. I’m willing to confine you to my clan. To serve and protect you as a faithful husband.” Din wasn’t sure what was, but something was telling him to do it, to not oppose this. What he knew is that he liked you. He liked your dynamic with Grogu, your ability as a callous warrior, and he was attracted to know everything about you. 

“Will you ever try to love me?” You ask. Because you wanted love. You wanted to find your other half. Some who would take care and protect you. As you would do with him. 

“I would…” he whispers, he means it. 

“Then, as a wife; I can only offer you my heart, to love and cherish you. My smile, to brighten your days and soothe your nights. And my eyes, to look after you and that kid every day of my life.” You don’t know, but Din starts feeling in love after your honest words. 

“That’s more than enough, Cyar’ika” you blush, his hands take yours, and it feels safe, kind. 

“Acceptable then…” you sigh. You will marry him. It was even, and he was willing to love you some day. 

“I’ll wait outside…” you nod. Looking at your little bag, you grasp the bunch of shiny shells. One for each member of your little family. You would do it to be free. To come back to them. 

It didn’t matter, you would learn to love Din, and Grogu. 

When you go out, Din waits there, with his baby beside him.

He likes your new skirt, it’s pretty. Your shiny top, and old boots. With your attractive skin, perfect hair, you look amazing. An unusual bride. 

“You look… pretty” you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling shy. “Thank you…”

Grogu coos, and you know he’s saying the same as his father. 

“Well, thank you, little man. You always look adorable” he giggles as you gently brush his nose. 

—

The Armorer starts forging something. The sounds bring you unsteady memories, but soon it’s over.

“Ready to take the vows?” She asks. You nod, taking Din’s hands in the process. 

He tries to calm you by brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. 

“Begin…” although you’re unsure, Din loves how you have a good pronunciation of Mando’a, the way you look eager for the next words, how you keep getting close to him. It’s over in less than a second. Now you have a partner, who you met less than a day ago, you don’t know anything besides his name and a little about his adopted son. You don’t even know how he looks. Yet, you’re not sad, you’re eager to find out.

“Now, you’re y/n Djarin. Member of clan Djarin” She hands you a necklace. It’s pretty, you like it very much. “This is the way”

“This is the way” Din says, while you also dare to say those sacred four words. 

Thankfully, there’s no celebration. But everywhere you go, Mandalorians look at you. 

They give you a big tent, that inside looks like a house. You play with Grogu, while Din cleans his weapons in the light. Once the baby is asleep, you turn to the shiny armored man. 

“What’s the… creature?” You ask your now husband, pointing at the necklace that hung from your neck. He puts down his blaster to look at you. 

“A mudhorn. It’s from my clan, Grogu, me… and you” he likes your smile. You hold the necklace, lovingly. “It’s very pretty, Din…” 

“What were your expectations for this…” you smile, delirious.

“Ceremony with a view, which we had. A pretty dress, I’m okay with this…” you accept, holding your skirt. “My family being present…, but they’re safe, it's okay. And… a passionate consummation”

Din stops cleaning his blades, only to fix his visor on you. You blush, turning away.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t be ashamed, it’s part of a riduurok” he gently says, moving away from his weapons to sit closer to you.

“Yeah but-, I know it’s allowed, just- I don’t want to see your face until we… we know we are” he knows.

“In love?” He asks, and you nod. “Is it stupid?”

“No, riduur. It’s mature, and says a lot about you” you sigh relieved. “I could-, blindfold you?”

“Yeah. That would be good…” he guides you to the improvised bed. Once everything turns into darkness, it becomes a sensory game. You feel his bare hands brushing your chin.

“Can I-?…” you nod. “Yes, Din. Touch me.”

He kisses you, it’s delicate and soft. He must have facial hair. 

He starts traveling across your body, with sensual and loving touching. Your body fits him, like two broken beskar pieces reunited together. He loves the sights of the mudhorn dangling between the valley of your breasts. Your pretty mouth forming O’s and sobbing his name like a prayer. 

“My perfect sereia…” he grunts in the middle of the act. You feel showered with praise and high waves of pleasure. 

His grasp on your hips, where scales can barely be seen, it’s strong but fulfilling. His lips constantly danced with yours, and how deep he was inside you. 

You were full of him. Your riduur. 

“No one will ever hurt you again, Cyar’ika. I’ll be here to fight by your side” he promises near the end of his pleasure, as he chases his high. 

“I know. I already know…” you manage to say, before you go back to make a mess of moans, cries and the repetition of his name. He promises you a home, a family, security, and devotion as both of you let the pleasure take you.

“I think we were destined…” you say, panting, but smiling. You hear him chuckle, bringing you close to his chest. 

“Me too…” he replies. Drawing imaginary constellations in your naked back, you know so. You were destined to him. 

_________________________________________

What? Part 2 with more mermaid scenes?, fight with the hutt? misunderstanding in marriage? You tell me…

@miss-goldenweek

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #din djarin x reader #din djarin #pedro pascal fanfiction

[vanrougemoons]

⠀⠀"𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍."

˖ ˚♩♪﹒♡ ⊹ Tuned Melodies [ 1 ]

Jamil Viper

Can't hold a candle to her 'Cause all the moths get in the way And they'll begin to chew her Entire attire until it frays

For she outshines anyone Whoever might dare to bask in The same candlelight

Jamil understands what it’s like to be in second place.

He understands what it’s like to have to trail behind in someone’s shadow. But when he’s with you? When he’s with you he doesn’t mind being your shadow as you excel. He doesn’t mind others cheering you on as you reach your goals. He knows how hard you’ve worked to do so, after all. He doesn’t mind simply because your light is his world, to see you happy is for him to be happy. To see you thrive is for him to thrive. But even then, he knows that the weight of expectations might be just a tad too much for you. It’s why he’s your shadow, you outshine him but he’s what grounds you. He makes you feel safe, he keeps you shining bright.

Because that’s the same way you help him. You watch from the sidelines when he’s aiming for the top. You watch in awe as he cooks for the both of you. You praise his dancing as he grooves to songs. You grin to yourself when you catch him humming or singing to himself softly. He shines bright when he’s not a shadow- but it’s your job to make sure he doesn’t forget that.

#jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #twst x reader #twst jamil #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst headcanons #Tuned Melodies. #claude writes !

[081314]

Cater Diamond (Voice Lines) – New Year’s Attire

Following is my translation of Cater Diamond’s voice lines from his New Year’s Attire card. Please note: This card does not come with a vignette.

Spoilers after the cut!   

Summon

♦️: Welcome! I’m working at the sale this year. You can take as many souvenir photos as you like, so be sure to stop by for some fun ♪

Home Lines

♦️: Let’s greet the New Year with a bang.

♦️: When I went outside this morning, there was a bunch of frost covering all the flower beds. It looked like the perfect winter scene, and before I realized it, I had my phone in my hand and snapped a shot. Here, I’ll show it to you.

♦️:  The Mystery Shop is packed with all sorts of stuff. It’s crazy that Sam-san is able to keep track of everything!

♦️:  Working part-time during the holidays isn’t all that bad. Going back home and spending time with my family is fun and all, but it just ends up getting so boring.

♦️: Happy New Year! Hey, did you see my first Magicam post from this year? If you could keep leaving likes on my stuff, that’d be great.

♦️: So, what do you think? I’ve gotten a lot better at this job, yeah? I’ll make sure to keep working hard and score lots of sales.

♦️:   These outfits that Sam-san lent us are perfect for winter. The fabric is nice and thick, and wrapping the Obi around your waist keeps you snug as a bug.

♦️:  There’s way more customers than I thought there’d be so it’s pretty rough. But I am getting more and more used to this job with each shift, so…. Guess I’ll just hang in there until the sale ends.

♦️:   I wonder if we have any macro lenses at the Mystery Shop. Ones for smartphones, I mean. I’d love to get a cool close-up shot of a snowflake.

♦️:   I heard that in eastern countries, they have this tradition where they all watch the first sunrise of the New Year together. I bet it must be a breathtaking sight, but I can’t imagine getting up that early. It’d be totally freezing outside.

♦️:   Doesn’t this outfit look like a collab between our dorm uniforms and eastern fashion? It’s super stylish, and I found out this hair accessory I’m using comes from the East, too!

♦️:   Hey, why don’t you come swing by the Mystery Shop later? I made sure to set aside those items you were wanting.

Groovy

♦️:   You think Hagoita’s just a game? Sorry, but I won’t be skimping on the job here.

You can listen to his voice lines in the video below.

#cater diamond #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twst #voice lines #my tl

[suiseisyojo]

my only étude.

「tenshouin eichi x vivian // kiteichi」 ↳ commission for @ghostictreat ! wc: 1,496 a/n: thank you so, so much for commissioning me and tipping!

“Ahh⋯ Eichi, you look so dazzling♡ So handsome!” Vivian extolled as he stepped out of the vehicle, a debonair gesture being extended out to her aid as their hands linked.

Now that she had a proper chance to examine his attire at his full height—rather than the cramped view inside the limoscene—Vivian felt her heart fluttering at the pulchritude of Eichi’s tuxedo; striking white with threads of gold and angelic motifs. Fitting as always, and yet enough to make her knees buckle each and every time.

“Fufu, thank you, Vivian,” Eichi’s dulcet voice complimented her in turn, pulling her forward on the stone path and gyrating her on her heel in order to observe every last inch of her own outfit, “Although, I must say⋯ I’ll be unable to take my eyes off of you all night. You’re radiant.”

It took everything in Vivian not to squeal from his praise. And for Eichi, it took everything in him not to let his lips curve into a self-satisfied simper from having discerned the corsage he gifted her attached to her wrist.

As the limoscene pulled away and more throngs of people arrived in a panoply they’re surely accustomed to, the couple ambled up the stairs into the capacious-looking building where the hosts are holding the party—something the eminent, prolific Tenshouin family is invited to yearly.

Something about charities and an auction, if she recalled correctly.

Encased in opulence and splendour, the hall appeared straight out of a fairytale and Vivian was mesmerised. Eichi adored how the resplendent lights reflected in her eyes, the gloss overlapping her giddy irises and shimmering in a way that made his soul fill with yearning.

With her arm roped around his, Eichi gave her an affectionate squeeze. “Don’t worry, I won’t let go of you,” he whispered into her ear, sending a frisson of excitement down the column of her spine, “not even once.”

“Thank you! There’s so many people. Is everyone here from wealthy and influential families—or companies?” Vivian asked, albeit she was unsure of her own wording. That slight reticence in her voice was too adorable, Eichi thought as he admired how lost she appeared.

“Mm, for the most part. These sort of charity balls happen every so often, and I don’t typically go out of my way to attend them⋯ but this is a rare case, you see,” Eichi elucidated, the two of them departing further into the grandiose hall.

Eichi was going to elaborate on top of that, yet stopped himself as he felt it wasn’t necessary. Vivian was already aware of his unfortunate health issues and how much he prioritised his idol work above all else right now; and that wasn’t even including his monitoring of ES with a meticulous and hardworking zeal.

So he decided to tease her, omitting the importance of tonight’s event. That wasn’t needed either, was it? Not when he had successfully monopolized her time like this and he simply wanted to enjoy being by her side without fretting about things unrelated to her.

“Perhaps the real reason I decided to come was because I wanted to see you all dressed up for me♪” Eichi hummed smoothly, tilting his head enough so that a lock of pale blond hair descended across his countenance in a tantalizing display.

Warmth clustered into the apple of Vivian’s cheeks at Eichi’s playful teasing, spreading across her visage. “I already know it’s because you have to fulfill your duties as the Tenshouin’s heir~” she retorted, taking his banter in stride with a beaming grin, “I would dress up for you anytime you ask, you know.”

“Oh, don’t say that. I’ll grow spoiled,” Eichi chortled, his eyes flitting around at the congregation of people filling up around them. He took a step away from Vivian, only to extend his hand back out, cupping hers confidently and kissing her knuckles, “but before anyone comes, may I—”

As if the finale had come too soon, a pair of donors who’ve known the Tenshouin family for decades interrupted the couple’s moment before it even came. Then another came along. And another.

Eichi knew that once he began to exchange pleasantries with the fellow guests, there would never be an end of them—which was precisely why he wanted to dance with her at least once before this happened.

Even Vivian, who stood next to her lover with a practiced genteel for this particular occurrence, found herself growing unbearable fatigued by the time over an hour had passed.

She could only imagine how Eichi was feeling beneath that urbane veneer he put forth, the beads of sweat accumulating on the nape of his neck only noticeable to her as she peered up at him.

They still hadn’t even had an opportunity for a single dance together; rather, other people were constantly thieving him away for dances under the guise of talking business and catching up.

In a small lull where they weren’t inundated by others, Vivian pulled on Eichi’s sleeve. “Are you tired, Eichi? Why don’t we take a break, find somewhere quiet?” she suggested softly, attempting to beguile him into trailing away for a much needed moment of respite.

“No, I should push through⋯ Mrs. Sumeragi said she was going to be right back,” he sighed, shaking his head in dismissal, “I know this is a lot for you, too. I don’t mind if you’d prefer to take it easy by the buffet tables.”

Who was Sumeragi again? Vivian had heard so many names, she couldn’t keep track of who was who.

Well, whoever she was, clearly she hadn’t considered how Eichi must be feeling with his slightly blanched complexion and semi-droopy eyes. “I think I’ll go,” Vivian abruptly spoke up, knowing that the way she phrased her words sounded deplorable and misleading, “Come find me when you’re ready.”

“⋯⋯ What?” Left dumbfounded and incredulous by her articulation, Eichi froze as soon as Vivian turned around and began to disappear among the crowd with swift, hurried movements.

Eichi’s own body moved on its own in order to chase after her—mind reeling, abandoning the thoughts of his obligations.

“Vivian, don’t leave!”

As he rushed out the lofty doors and down the steps, Eichi’s heart pounded with guilt. Had he pushed her too much? It was awfully inconsiderate of him to suggest his date go wait by the buffet tables on her lonesome, wasn’t it?

Pursuing her frame as it vanished into the garden, Eichi watched as Vivian plopped herself down onto a contrived, wooden bench; her silhouette surrounded by the beauteous flowers, their colors muted by the darkness of the night.

Standing in front of her, cheeks adorned with rosy hues of exertion, Eichi relinquished a shaky exhale. “Are you trying to be like Cinderella?” He looked almost like a saddened puppy with how his lips smiled in a subdued relief, and he added, “Well, you are my princess.”

Giggling, Vivian patted the seat next to her, urging him to sit as she said, “Maybe a little. I knew you’d follow after me, though.”

“Are you not upset with me?” Eichi questioned as he nestled himself beside her, their legs brushing together as it was hard for him not to want to be close to her.

With an exaggerated, fatuous pout, she chided him, “Only for not taking appropriate breaks!”

“Vivian⋯” Even if he had just sat down, a heat still searing his lungs, Eichi stood up once more and reached for Vivian’s hands. “My lady, may I please have a dance? I feel it’s well overdue.”

“A dance?” Vivian parroted in surprise, her lips parting as she brought herself up and nodded; desperately trying to suppress the rapturous grin from spreading on her mein. But with how brilliant and pretty Eichi looked, she was destined to fail from the start. “I would be honored, my liege.”

In the quiet garden, Eichi placed his hand onto her hip as hers settled on his shoulder, and their intertwined fingers felt heavenly.

It made Eichi wish he endeavored harder to sneak away—and much sooner. After all, from the beginning, he wanted to have a romantic, whimsical night with Vivian.

The faint sound of the classical music from within the faraway mansion melded with the noise of their own feet against stone, and Vivian knew she was a few steps behind, yet Eichi never scolded or corrected her on it.

From the bottom of his heart, he looked as if he was having fun. There was no symphony more extraordinary than this moment right here with his beloved.

The twinkling stars speckled around Eichi’s reflection in Vivian’s eyes, and he thought with an unbridled smile,

“Ah, I love it when her eyes shine from beautiful things, but⋯ I really do love it best when the only thing she sees she is me. I’ll have to continue to work harder as an idol, as her partner, to make sure she never takes her eyes off me.”

#yume fics #commissions #kiteichi

[pluviacuratio]

@fantasystrangers whispered: Send 🎤 to catch my muse singing while they think nobody's around! (for Robin)

MEME

{ ♪ } -- "Here comes a thought that might alarm me. What someone said, and how it harmed me. Something I did that failed to be charming. Things that I said are suddenly swarming."

She had her eyes closed, leaning back against a trunk of a tree. Her hair was in twin buns, settled high on her head. Her attire made it seem as if she'd just been out running or doing some other form of exercise... But here she sat, singing slow and rich.

"And, oh, I'm losing sight... I'm losing touch. And all these little things seem to matter so much that they confuse me... That I might lose me."

#fantasystrangers #► sometimes i need a little sunshine (modern) #♣ i'll cover you! (queue)