#*coughs* also my lily bloom *coughs*

[small-sinclair]

My Pearl

An idea that @charliedawn made from their post. It’s like a soulmate au idea on my end.

Lester Sinclair x male!reader

Also, a birthday gift for the lovely @crumb. Happy birthday 🎉🎉🎉

Tw: blood, Hanahaki Disease, not proofread

He couldn’t stop thinking of you, and it drove him crazy. Every time he was on the road, he hoped to see your car, to see your face, to hear your voice. If he saw you one more time, he could be cured and he can move on with his life.

But that was a hopeless dream, both he and his brothers knew it. He would never see you again, and that thought killed him.

Then he got sick a couple days later.

At first, his throat started to itch. He would cough from time to time and took medicine to help it, but as the days went by, he noticed something terrible. He was helping his brothers put up a new welcome signs when he started coughing again. He bent over and coughed harder and harder until a bloody blue lily was thrown from his lips. Vincent’s eye went wide as he hurried to his brother’s side as he heaved in heavy breaths. Bo stood over his brothers and saw the flower bud. He clinched his jaw tightly as he breathed in and out slower. All three looked in disbelief at the flower in front of him.

So it was straight to the medical books. Vincent rereading books and pages while Bo did research online to figure out what’s going on. Lester, on the other hand, decided to do look up they blue lily to figure out what it was… that was until he started coughing again and more bloodily petals spat out in the sink. Each time he coughed, the more violent and bloody it got.

After that, their mother’s journals/guide books she wrote for the three boys. The only good thing she ever did. They read through all the journals until they found something.

Vincent held up his book and gathered his brothers together. Bo read the pages and eyes lit up as he read aloud, “Get this: ‘Lester has t’mark of pearls on his back. When he gets older, he’ll meet someone wearin’ pearls and they’ll be lovers’.”

“He was in pearls,” Lester informed. “Pretty ones, too.”

But Bo didn’t believe it. Soulmate marks were almost wrong in his family; how could he found his soulmate already?

Two days later, Lester fell for the worse. He drove home like a mad man pulled his brother from the shop to Vincent’s workshop.

“The hell, Les?” Bo asked annoyed. “What the fuck—?”

Lester took off his jacket and the air stood still and cold. Sticking out of his right arm, blue lily buds poked out of his skin as if his arm was a vine. He looked at his brothers as fear grew. “They came this morning,” he said nervously. “It hurts t’loft my arm.”

Bo took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Did ya try cuttin’ ‘em off?” His answer was met with a bloodied, poorly wrapped bandage.

“Bo… ‘m scared.”

The twins looked at each other then back at Lester. There was pain in Lester’s eyes as he held back a cough. Vincent looked at his arm then his blood ran cold. He watched as a blue lily bloomed over his elbow.

“Oh, shit,” Bo breathed as the flower opened up. “Les, what’s happenin’ to ya?”

“I-I don’t know,” he answered scared. “It-it— ‘m hurtin’ and it burns!”

“It started after ya kissed ‘at boy, righ?” Bo asked, his mind spinning. “Like, the coughing and stuff.”

Lester nodded, slowly starting to put on his jacket. “Reckon so.” Just the thought of you and your pretty eyes eased the burning and pain. The bear idea of you in his arms…

“Okay,” Bo rubbed his hands over his jeans. “We gotta find ‘im.”

“How?” Lester asked in disbelief. “He’s gone by now! Ain’t never comin’ back—arh! Shit!” Les t threw his head back as his brothers watched in horror as a flower bud bloomed on his left shoulder. Lester staggered back, held his arm, and rested again the hot wall.

Bo shook his head as he reached with his little brother. “We’ll find him.”

Vincent nodded as he stood next to Lester. ‘I wrote down his plate while he was hanging out with you upstairs. Maybe we can find him that way.’ He lowered his hands and dug into his apron. He pulled out his journal and flipped the pages until stopping on one plate number circled in blue ink. ‘This is him. I remember it.’ Vincent handed the notebook to Lester.

Lester looked over the number and nodded. Reading it sent butterflies in his stomach. Your smile and you beautiful eyes and pearls on you. He love the idea.

All there is to do now is find you.

*************

You stood in your empty apartment and looked around. Boxes were piled in your car and you already sold half your things. You wanted to leave this place because you knew where to go. It’s crazy how you kissed Lester and wanted him to come with you, but it was even crazier when you thought about how you were going back to find him.

To you, you felt like you had to find him once more and kiss him. You had to find him. He felt so… so familiar to you. What were you going to do afterwards? You didn’t know. You just knew he needed you like you needed him.

It felt like you planted roots over his lips. Like flowers bloomed around your soul and over your torn pearls until there wasn’t nothing left of you. You have to find him… you have to.

As you came out of your apartment went down the steps to your car, you froze. That man that tried to kill you was parked next to your car. He wore a worn blue shirt with a faded graphic on it and dark blue jeans. His blue eyes landed on you and he stiffened a little. His hand held the ring on his finger as his boots clicked towards you. He didn’t look mad or angry; he seemed nervous.

“Mister,” he said as he stood a couple feet away from you. He fixed his hat and stood straighter. “I… I don’t believe I properly introduced myself.” He swallowed hard and held out his hand. “Name’s Bo, Bo Sinclair.”

You looked at his hand then at him, taking it. “Y/n.” You stepped back and hugged your arms. “Come to finish the job?”

“What?” Bo shook his head as a sad smile grew. “No, no, sir. I came in hopes t’get ya.”

“Yeah?”

He takes a deep breath. “My brother, Lester,” he hates begging, he hates it, “he needs yer help.”

“My help?”

“Yes, sir.” Bo looks at your car then at you. “Movin’?”

“Hoping to find Lester, actually,” you felt something burning your throat before you started coughing. Ever since you left him, you started coughing more and more. You turned away from Bo and coughed in your arm.

Stumbling back, Bo caught you and rested you against his chest until—

“What the shit?” You breathed. Shakingly, you held out your hand and looked at the bloodied daisy. You looked up at Bo in terror as his eyes widen.

Without a moment to lose, he led you to his truck. “Look, ‘ll gettcha to ‘im.”

“Now?”

“Yes,” he helped you into his truck and slid over the hood of his truck. “He has the same thin’ as ya, but he has blue lilies blooming out his arm now.” He started the truck and sped back to Ambrose. It’s a twenty minute drive, so that’ll give him plenty of time to tell you what’s going on.

“It sounds like Hanahaki Disease,” you hummed as you started coughing again.

“Hanahaki Disease?” He looked at you then at the road. “The fuck’s that?”

“A disease where flowers bloom over a person on an one sided love.”

“Well? Do ya love my brother?”

“I feel like we’re soulmates that were force to part after kissing, yes,” you answered as you leaned back in the seat. “My grandmother had that happened when she and grandpa were force apart after he kissed her before going to war.”

“What?” Bo looked at the bloodied daisies in your hands and lap. “It a family thin’?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “That’s way it’s important to stay with your soulmate. Didn’t your mom tell you?”

“She’s dead,” Bo answered as he turned down the gravel road leading towards Ambrose. “Never told us shit besides we ain’t worth lovin’.”

His voice was cut off by your throwing up on the flower of his truck. Petals and daisy buds fell from your lips as blood poured from the corner of your lips. Bo gunned it and flew towards town. “How we make this shit stop!?”

“I gotta kiss him,” breathing heavily, you looked at Bo, “and he has to tell me he loves me.” Your eyes glazed as you looked at the road. You thought of Lester and the pearls you left behind. You thought of his lips and loving kiss. The click and hold he had on you… it ate you alive.

Bo pressed out the gas and came into Ambrose as if he was flying a firecracker. What you saw as you rounded the corner broke your heart, and you felt a bouquet of daisies blooming around your legs.

In the middle of the road at the end of the street, Lester laid in his brother’s arms. He was struggling to breathe as blue lilies covered his arms and over his left eye. He was worse than you thought and he was fading fast. When he saw you in the passenger seat, his smile grew. Your here… you came back.

Bo slammed on the breaks and skidded until the car stopped. You hoped out of the car and race towards Lester. Inside, you felt a vine creep up your throat and you gasped, falling to the ground. You tumbled and skidded and struggle to stand. Flowers wrapped around your feet and knees; you couldn’t stand by yourself.

You felt Bo lift up and carry you towards Lester, large hands wrapping you up in a strong grip. “I have ya, firefly,” he promises.

His hand reached out for you as his breathing became shallow. Flowers bloomed over your body like wild fires in the summer. You thought of him, thought of his kiss and voice. You needed him like he needed you.

He focused on your neck and watched as a daisy blood out of your neck. "Hang in there, doll," Bo whispered. "Keep your eyes open. Keep breathing."

Bo lowered you carefully next to Lester and as close as he could get to him. “Yer-you’re here,” Lester crooked with a smile. His hand found yours. “Ya came-came back.”

You tried to sit up, but Bo helped you. “Les, ya gotta kiss ‘im,” he whispered. “It’ll stop all of ‘is.”

You tired to nod but you felt flowers blooming. “Please, Lester?” To say his name again felt like heaven opening for you. “Kiss me, please?”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Gripping his hand, he kisses you lips. You tasked blood on his lips. As you pulled away, Lester brought you back for another passionate kiss. He felt as if his heart was whole again and the world made sense. He chocks on lilies as he held your face, taking in your beauty as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

“I love you, Lester,” you whispered, breaking the curse on him. You watched as the blue lilies died as soon as you said those words. The flowers fell to the road, leaving behind flower outlines on his skin. You smile as you saw him light up. “You look as cute as the day I left ya.”

Lester smiled as he kisses you knuckles, kissing the daises and blood. “I love ya more, pearl,” his eyes met yours as he watched the flowers fall off your skin. “I love you.”

Daisies dropped on the road as he kisses you again. He rested his head against your forehead and closed his eyes. “What’s yer name, daisy?”

“Y/n,” you answered. “I’m y/n.”

With Vincent’s help, Lester dug into his pockets and showed you the broken pearls. “Held on to ‘em fer ya.”

You smiled as you leaned again Bo. You were tired from it all, but you knew one thing for certain.

“Can I move in with you?”

Lester chuckled and kissed your hands again. “Never leave me again.”

You met his eyes as you felt that click again, knowing you found your soulmate. “I promise, my pearl. I promise.”

#lester sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair fanfic #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair fanart #lester sinclair fanfiction #lester sinclair x male reader #house of wax (2005) #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #house of wax x reader #lester sinclair x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher #slasher fanfiction #slasher fanfic #hanahaki disease #hanahaki disease prompt #house of wax au #Lester Sinclair house of wax

[ashdreams2023]

Stupid smile

Summary: as the years pass your love for severus never changes and only blooms beautifully with each passing day

Severus snape x reader

Tagging: @crimson25 @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987

Severus knew you were trouble the second you opened your mouth in his third year attending hogwarts.

"What?" He glared or tried to, his features were still a little too soft to look intimidating at the time and for his defense many students harassed him as it is.

"Calm down snakling I don’t bite, unless you want me too" you gave a stupid smile, a smile he didn’t know he’ll eventually grow some sort of adoration towards.

Severus likes to think you forced your friendship upon him but the team projects and pulling each other from dumb situations because both had a wicked tongue and didn’t know when to shut up at times, did not help his case at all.

"Sev I think I’m gonna die" you leaned dramatically against him, he sighed and kept reading over his notes.

"You’re so boring! Come on, all you do is study or hang out with your little gang" you huffed, raising an brow in a manner similar to the way he looks at you when he’s suspicious you’re up to no good.

"Get new friends then" he replied but quickly regretted it when you gave him that smile again, that stupid smile "what is wrong you?!"

You leaned forward pushing his notebook down, your noses almost touching "you called me your friend!"

Oh how severus wished he could hate you.

"Whatever…."

Your little friendship had become one of the things that kept him sane for long but that didn’t change the path he took, especially after everyone started pulling you away after what he called lily.

After the second war, and when he started teaching again he met you again, you’ve spent some time studying outside the country to be a healer.

Upon seeing that smile again he felt like a teenager again, too young to be a man but too old to be a child.

"I would call you snakling but you’re an old man now, also I’ve heard they call you dungeon bat now" severus couldn’t help but snort at that, he sure missed you.

"I fear for my life if you’re the new nurse around"

You rolled your eyes playfully, placing your hands on each side of your hips you said "for your information, many wizards and witches were fans of my wand work"

"You failed potions three times" he smirked.

You patted your eyelashes at him "but thanks to your helpful ass I passed at the fourth try" severus sighed again but found himself getting a little warm in the face when you went in for a hug, which he gave back awkwardly. He’s always been awkward when it came to physical affection but oddly enough he craved more of where that came from.

It didn’t take long before the other staff members noticed the way he acted around him and how you much like your school days weren’t afraid to spit out some remark that never fails to get a reaction from him.

"It appears like he inhaled fumes-"

"Not to interrupt your professional diagnosis but I can see that by the way he’s coughing!"

"Just hurry!"

Severus doesn’t exactly know when he was confident about feelings about you, he just knew he was comfortable, comfortable enough to express himself openly to you.

It was Christmas when he had asked you out, after a rough night of giving stomachache potion to most of the students who over did with the sweets and helping you clean the hospital wing when poppy went to rest.

"Took you long enough, I thought I’ll have to be Slytherin’s personal nurse before that ever happens"

"I-….So dinner?"

"Pick me at 8 dungeon bat" then you kissed his cheek.

Being in love with you was an experience, both filling and keeping him on his toes most days.

Even when potter came and things just started happening each year by by the end of it and nearing the start of the second war, he decided to do something he would rather do now unless he wants to regret not doing it the rest of his life.

On the night after the first meeting with the death eaters, he took you to his home and told you everything that had been running in his mind before finally going on one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

"I’m a dumbass but I’ll be crazy if I said no to you"

Severus rose to his feet and pulled you into a deep kiss.

"You just made me the happiest man alive"

You were the only reason he kept on fighting, the only reason he put a stopper to his own death.

"You know, I think a snake tattoo would look cool over that scar" that was the first you said to him after waking up in the hospital.

He was glad he lived.

After everything he got married to you, his coworkers and old teachers all came, along with some of his students and not just the Slytherins.

And even after many years he looks at the wedding picture sitting beside an older picture of both of you in school uniforms, with that same stupid smile of yours.

"Come on old man it’s not time for your nap"

"Will you ever give me a break?"

"Severus I love you but we both know your life would be boring without me" you smiled.

He smiled back.

He felt complete.

#imagine #severus snape x y/n #severus x reader #pro severus snape #severus snape fanfiction #severus snape x reader #severus snape #fanfic #harry potter fandoms #harry potter fandom #harry potter requests #professor severus snape

[imminent-danger-came]

I think we should take this further and see how many types of flowers MK can cough up at the same time (dead serious)

It HAS to be that one time MK got vibe-checked by his shadow-self ink-doppelganger, failed the check, failed to save his mentor and won incredible amounts of self-doubt- and doubt as to wether he even has a family as a prize, when just a few eps before he was very bluntly calling Pigsy his dad

I don't know much about flower language and stuff though, so i can't say which types, but it must have been quite the bouquet

You gotta thank scroll Subodhi for putting the idea into MK's head that he "doesn't have a family".

Anyways, how many flowers is that? 1 for Wukong, 1 for Mei, 1 for Pigsy, 1 for Tang, and 1 for Sandy? So 5 flowers at once? I love this very physical/visual metaphor for "how badly is MK feeling during this scene" lol.

I also don't know anything about flower language, but I'll try my best to assign a flower to each character for MK to cough up!

Sun Wukong: Japanese Spider Lilies (an idea kinda from @ideas-of-immortality! They've mentioned how spider lilies are a representation of death, and how they were planted around graves to keep bodies safe! So like, something something "Wukong losing everyone he cares about" something something.) Mei: Gladiolus (Meaning "little sword", gladiolus flowers symbolize strength, love, and integrity. Mei the flower.) Pigsy: Chrysanthemum (One of the four noble Chinese plants, it "blooms in bright colors during chilly autumn, a time when most flowers wither", representing vitality, longevity, and health. "Against the chilly frost, it comes into full bloom, with a bright spectrum of colour yet with a low-key elegance. This represents a tranquil mind of indifference to fame and fortune, which reflects the pursuit of classical Chinese gentlemen." Pigsy is a gentlemen <3) Tang: Adenium Obesum, specifically the variant referred to as "Golden Cicada" (self-explanatory) (I can't find out anything about this flower other than the fact it exists) Sandy: Lotus Flower (The name Sha Wujing literally translates to "Sand Awakened to Purity", purity being something greatly associated with the lotus flower. It is a flower that "grows from the muddy waters and emerges and blooms above the waterline with perfect dramatic beauty.")

#starting a #hanahaki #tag I guess lol #if anyone who does know anything about flower symbolism has better ideas for who would be which flower feel free to share #researching flower symbolism is a nightmare #like jesus fuck #asks #lmk #lego monkie kid

[rollercoasterwords]

14. when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

r/s for this one pls because i can just imagine the angst already!

simmy!! anything 4 u my love <3 one order of r/s angst, as requested

this prompt list

when you have nothing to say, set something on fire

it is 1976 and there is a boy in the broom cupboard. a boy. tie undone. shirt unbuttoned. bruises already blooming on his neck.

there is also sirius. in the broom cupboard. with the boy.

"oh," remus says. something has just punched him in the gut. he can't catch his breath.

the boy is fumbling, frantic, shoving sirius away and scrambling to button his shirt. he plays quidditch, remus thinks. hufflepuff. maybe their seeker. remus wouldn't know. he never pays any attention to the other teams. 

"sorry, i just--sorry."

he shuts the door, slams it, and starts floating down the corridor. somehow, in the past twenty-three seconds, he's become a ghost. also, the stone is all crumbling beneath his feet. also, the portraits are melting off the walls into puddles of toxic goo.

a boy. in the broom cupboard. a boy. 

"moony--wait!" 

sirius is panting, hard, the same way he was panting, hard, in the broom cupboard. with the boy. he grabs remus's arm, and it makes his blood fizz like champagne, the way it always does when sirius touches him. remus turns, and they're looking at each other the way they always look at each other. like two people on a tightrope. opposite ends. whole world holding its breath. 

"you..." sirius gasps, pupils wide and dark like an open mouth, like he's looking at remus and swallowing him at the same time. "i..." 

what, remus thinks, whatwhatwhatwhatwhat. a boy. a boy! in each fingertip clutching his bicep, there is six years' worth of knees knocking together under tables and hands brushing shoulders in passing and tiny, private smiles and eyes darting away in the mornings when they're changing and that look sirius gave him, that one time, when he came out of the shower with nothing but a towel slung around his hips complaining that he couldn't find his good trousers. when remus didn't look away quick enough. that look that haunted him for weeks, that he was sure meant the end of everything, that look like sirius could see right through his skin and bones, all the way to the want that sits in every single organ of his body. but sirius never said anything. and remus thought maybe he had just made all of it, every single tiny piece of it, up in his head. 

but then sirius moves his hand. 

"you can't tell anyone," he says. 

that's all he says. 

and then he goes back to the broom cupboard. 

"thought you hated smoking," lily comments, off-handed, when remus turns into a knocked-over pile of children's blocks in front of her and then asks for a cigarette. she perches on the windowsill, exhaling like a pro. remus coughs and keeps coughing forever. his body dissolves and he turns into one long cough, ongoing, eternal. his lungs are burning. 

"just wanted to try it," he says. 

it is 1978 and sirius thinks he is being quiet. thinks he's capable of being quiet, as if remus's ears don't turn into telescopes the moment he opens the door, seeking out every star in the sky. every breath, every whisper, every muffled creak of the floorboards. as if remus's body exists for anything other than sirius, sirius, sirius. he can hear the boy's heartbeat. he can hear his cells dying. 

muffled laughter. shh, shh. creaky floorboards. stolen kisses. the familiar sound of sirius guiding his newest victim down the hallway of their flat, to the bedroom where he will turn into a spider and string webs from the ceiling and crawl down and sink his teeth into the neck of whatever man he's brought home, liquefy his insides and eat him alive. at least, that's what it feels like, in remus's head.

soft breaths. shaky moans. murmured words. one single wall between them. a tightrope. opposite sides. sirius must know that remus can hear. he must. 

remus crawls out of bed and drags himself to the window. opens it. fucking freezing december air. fuck. wand, flame, cigarette. inhale, exhale. tomorrow, sirius will smell the ash on his t-shirt and make fun of remus for his chain-smoking. what, war not killing you fast enough for your liking, moony? 

mean. he is always so mean. 

"please--" the hushed plea, on the other side of the wall, "fuck--don't stop--" 

remus is a house on fire, lungs burning, burning, burning. 

it is 1980 and they're at a club. too much death to give a fuck about anything now, that's what sirius says. but he still only ever brings remus. still says you can't tell anyone, like they both don't know the reason that remus would never tell anyone to begin with. 

it's the sort of club where the lights are low, and flashing. the sort of club where men cling to each other's hips, twine together like nobody's watching. the sort of club where fear runs like an electric undercurrent, someone's eyes always darting towards the door, the risk of police bursting in.

everybody loves sirius, here. everyone wants him. he is the brightest star in the sky, holding court with his rockstar hair and his leather trousers, bowie's starman, the one that lady stardust sings about. taking his pick of the sweaty bodies, the eager smiles and grasping hands. remus stands at the bar nursing vodka and coke, thinking that one day he'll kiss one of these men and let sirius have a turn watching, let sirius have a turn feeling all of his organs rot, summer fruit left out in the sun for nine years. as if remus's lips wouldn't burst into flames if they ever touched anyone else's skin. as if sirius would even rot, watching him. as if sirius would even bother to look in the first place. 

remus finishes his drink, and goes outside to smoke a cigarette.

#siken prompts #unrequited (kind of) r/s u know how it isssss #yes they're in love no sirius won't let them be together <3 #ask

[temporaryturtlebrainrot]

My fun little headcanons regarding names in TMNT (everything about turtles refers to a situation in which they were pro-mutated/turned human) (all headcanons apply to my works/AUs):

all of Aprils across multiverse have different flowers as middle names; '07 is April Rose, '12 is April Iris, Rise is April Lily, Bay is April Daisy and Mutant Mayhem is April Poppy (others I'm not sure of because I'm not very familiar with them, but I was thinking Dahlia for '03) (obv I'm not really with MM either for now but 1. it was my brother's suggestion and 2. honestly, the vibes are there, I think)

Casey Junior's full name is actually Cassandra as well, because Cass senior would not care for gender norms, especially in the apocalypse. They haven't been going by Cassandra since she died though. (before they both found it hilarious to confuse people with their names and nicknames).

speaking of, his middle name is Raphael (I headcanon that Raph died very shortly before CJ was born)

generally, most Casey's aren't very fond of their middle names, for various reasons; Junior - because it feeld like an expectation of greatness (not that it didn't achieve it, but still), '07 Casey - because the name is old-fashioned and pretentious (Ferdinand), Bay Casey because the turtles clown him for it (John; "boring, basic, straight, white church boy"), '12 Casey because it's too masc for his genderfluid ass and the turtles clown them for it (Nicholas; "saint Nick/Santa Claus") and Ex-Foot Recruit is the exception because she is Trans of Gender™ and chose the name herself (Anne)

even excluding the two Cassandras, not every Casey is actually Casey - some of theirs full names are Cassius (*cough '07 cough*)

if they were to be legally recognized, you'd think most of the turtles would wear the surname Hamato or Splinterson, depending on their Splinter's origin, and you'd be right. but, there are exceptions; Bay turtles use O'Neil, per April's suggestion, due to their pre-mutation history with her family; Rise gang were debating between Hamato and Jitsu, ended up hyphenating and using both; the ones that met Batman had to come up with an excuse for suddenly knowing the Waynes, so after a long and complicated discussion they settled on being Jason's (who at that point was legally un-dead and is a natural ginger (because I have them humanized as gingers, also I'm a ginger!Jason truther)) cousins adopted out and discovered through ancestry or some shit like that, and given that that would mean they had a choice in surnames, everyone ended up with something slightly different: Leo kept to being just Leonardo Hamato, as he was the closest with Splinter, Raph went Raphael Todd just to be annoying, Donnie decided on Donatello Todd-Hamato because they always wanted a hyphenated last name and assuming Todd was their "original" surname, it should go first, and then Mikey choose to be Michelangelo Hamato-Todd, just to finish out the options.

Rise turtles think of their colors as middle name, but because they aren't actual names, they figured they could find something similar in pronunciation, spelling or meaning and thus ended up with: Raph - Reed, Leo - Bloom, Donnie - Violet and Mikey - Orane.

in a multiverse/crossover scenario, Aprils use their middle names, Caseys go long ways to avoid using middle names (they are all thankful for Junior bc that's one less nickname they have to come up with). Donnies collectively refuse to use their full name, which isn't really a problem because there's a lot of nicknames that can come from Donatello, especially if the only person that cares about the designated gender of the name is the transfem; Mikeys also avoid their full name, but unlike Donnies - who do it on principle of Donatello being an artist and not a scientist - they just don't want to make the effort of saying the whole thing. again, not an issue since there's a lot of ways to shorten Michelangelo. unlike those two groups, the Raphs realised the need for full name almost immediately after meeting, because there isn't that much to do with Raphael, and they had to resort to non related nicknames in some cases, and finally, the Leos - also known as the Biggest Trans Conglomeration™, mostly don't care what they're called, as long as it's the right gender, but they don't necessarily struggle with coming up with nicknames - at least not as much as Raphs and Caseys.

on this note, might as well give out the decided on nicknames like it's candy on halloween lmao

2007: Cass, Rose, Leonardo, Raphael, Don, Mike

2012: Case, Iris, Lea, Raph, Dee, Michael

Bayverse: Casey, Daisy, Leo, Rafa, Danni, Mikey

Rise: Cassie, Lily, Nardo, Red, Tello, Angel, Junior

Batverse: Leon, Ra, Donnie, Angelo

that's it, I don't really know why I wrote it all out, goodnight 💚

#rottmnt #tmnt #temporaryturtleheadcanons #tmnt headcanons #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt bayverse #batman vs tmnt #tmnt april #rottmnt april #tmnt casey jones #rottmnt casey jones #tmnt leo #rottmnt leo #tmnt raph #rottmnt raph #tmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt casey junior

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

For random asks: What is your favorite flower and/or plant? 🌱 🪴

Hi my dear 💖 Sorry it took me so long to answer this, that exam was HELL! Hugs and kisses to you!

My favorite flower is a tie between a water lily (left pic) and a moonflower (right pic)

Water lilies are often associated with birth and resurrection because of their ability to emerge from water and they also symbolize purity, majesty, and enlightenment. Moonflowers represent romance, mystery, and strength. Their delicate beauty and fragrance are thought to represent the beauty and allure of the beloved and since they bloom in the dark they are associated with dreaminess/mystery and emerging from dark times.

My favorite plant is Bee Balm, also known as Bergamot or Monarda

It is often used as a honey plant, used in teas and desserts, and also for medicinal purposes. This plant is anti-viral, anti-bacterial, and anti-fungal and is often used to treat inflammation, cough, stomach and muscle cramps, nausea, UTIs, and is used as a nerve tonic/relaxer

send me a random ask

#ryan gets mail #sorry for info dumping 😂 #flowers #plants #Hippo my beloved 💖

[royal-ruin]

genshin: childe / zhongli fic recs

other genshin fic recs here genshin fic recs by pairing here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

The World Through Your Eyes by leylla (~6k) *WARNING: MCD*

Childe can see that Zhongli is on his death’s door, and he knows that the man himself knows that better than anyone.

So Childe can only snap a shot, and hope that the memory will last forever.

Traveling photographer Childe x Terminal illness patient Zhongli AU

modern setting, zhongli has a terminal illness. it’s really sweet, but also super angsty. the ending broke me.

Blooming in Frost by unrivaled_tapestry (~9k)

Two weeks into his retirement, Zhongli starts coughing up Glaze Lily petals on his morning walk.

hanahaki. really angsty

*no life to be found in barren stone by rysarium (~13k)

Childe turned to Zhongli, about to call out his name, when he stopped and realized the consultant was refusing to meet his gaze. And as he stared at those downcast golden eyes, he finally registered why that color had always seemed so warm and familiar.

The same color as Cor Lapis, that precious rock made of condensed pure Geo. The same color as the glowing scales on the Exuvia’s back. The same color as Childe’s own Geo Vision.

Oh.

All the signs—Liyue’s very own Archon—had been right in front of him all along. Like a fool, he hadn’t recognized a single one.

Childe has a Geo Vision. He will not let that distract him from stealing the Geo Archon’s Gnosis.

*Scatter My Ashes on Your Grave by asthewavesdo, SilentWaves (asthewavesdo) (~16k)

Tartaglia’s previous incarnation was that of a God of War, during a time before the Seven were established and when the Gnoses were split into shards instead of held together as one.

Morax was his servant, then his friend, then his killer.

Zhongli reminisces, until his former lord’s reincarnation suddenly appears back in his life.

pre-getting together kind of. it’s not really about zhongl and childe, it’s more about zhongli and the god he served before he became an archon. kind character study for zhongli in a way. it’s so good, seriously, go read it please!

*Erosion by moolktea (~15k)

There are two things that make Childe who he is–one is his Archon, with her icy fingers and arctic voice and eyes that see into every part of him. The other, as it turns out, is Zhongli.

*to be loved is to be known by growingclouds (~2k)

He sees Vlad and Nadia by the pier, blushing up a storm behind their masks as the backs of their hands brush against each other’s. Childe allows himself an indulging smile at their antics, but his eyes are cold.

Cute, half of him swoons. Frivolous, the other, more rational half says. Childe listens to the latter. He’s here on a mission, not a vacation. Anything not pertaining to the gnosis is a distraction. Childe doesn’t need anything like this in his own life.

Then he meets Zhongli, and both halves of him simultaneously go whatthefuck.

Please Don’t Say You Love Me by relien (~7k; Warning: MCD)

It is a sudden and quick understanding; one minute Childe is sitting before Zhongli, consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, perpetual daydreamer and the next Childe is sitting before Rex Lapis, God of Contracts.

He’s not sure what triggers the cogs in his mind to start, but once he does, it’s irreversible.

Childe looks up at the sky, as Zhongli rambles on about the origins of a specific chilli in their stew.

The sky is dark with stars.

The air of Liyue is humid with warmth.

Zhongli is Rex Lapis.

*Caught by ZhongliChilde (~52k)

[***BREAKING NEWS*** Constellation’s Zhongli and Tartaglia are Dating? “This just in, Disbatch reporters have supposedly captures images of the two boy group members on a date outside Komo…” Diluc dropped the television remote. “Shit.” There was only one rule idols could never break. Don’t. Get. Caught.]

has multiple ships but mainly zhongli / childe and diluc / kaeya.

Grounding by LoadingScreen (~7k)

After the Traveller has gone, and Zhongli is left standing over Guyun Stone Forest, he is left to bear the weight of the passage of time once more. For the God of Earth, he's a man who needs grounding. So someone comes up the mountain to get him.

Post Zhongli Act 1 scene, because I couldn't bear leaving him after the cutscene was over.

yeah, fair enough. the ending of zhongli’s first quest gave me zhongchi brainrot too.

Something Real by theLoyalRoyalGuard (~2.5k)

Zhongli wakes to a knife at his throat.  

*the stones will remember by Kelpiejz (~2.5k)

Within the Chasm’s depths, a chained god slumbers  

this fic is so angsty, i loved it.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust by caramelt (~1.5k)

Xiao has seen what Zhongli had been like following Guizhong’s passing. His empty stares as he stood by the vast fields of glaze lilies, lost in thoughts of what could have been and what will never be able to happen again.

And so, to protect the remaining pieces of his Archon’s heart, Xiao decides to find the Harbinger that has caught his fancy.

protective xiao, outsider pov. more xiao and zhongli stuff tho.

#Genshin #genshin fic rec #zhongli #Childe #Tartaglia #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe #zhongchi

[lorixhd]

It Ends With Us | Colleen Heaver

★☆☆☆☆

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before i get into my review,

"plis have sex with me once u do u never hear from me ever again 🥺"

just no.

Allow me to explain what went wrong for me with this one . .

Let’s start with the obvious annoyances that seem to be in nearly every NA book that drive me batshit before getting to the real nitty gritty. First, the character names. Ryle, Lily Bloom and Atlas???????

Is it against the law to not use absolutely ridiculous (™Ron2.0) names in these books????

Second . . . .

“Your lips. I love how they’re as red as your hair.”

According to Google (all hail Google) less than 2% of the world’s population has red hair, and yet 99.998% of all NA leading ladies do. Just stahp.

Third, non-existent chemistry. In this story Lily and Ryle meet by chance on a rooftop after experiencing respective miserable days. In a matter of minutes Lily goes from worrying the stranger on the roof could be a psycho killer/rapist to getting into his super sexy (NOT) pick-up lines . . .

“If you wouldn’t sleep with someone you just met . . .” His eyes meet mine again. “Exactly how far would you go?”

Ewww. She already said thanks but no thanks freakshow so STFU.

Now let’s move on to the real big issue. I took a gander at my friends’ reviews before I started typing this and noticed my buddy Chelsea was the only other naysayer in the batch. She summed it up perfectly when she talked about the massive amounts of emotional manipulation that was forced down the readers’ throats in order to make them feel all the things.

It’s a running joke with my friends/family/co-workers that I have a robot heart. And for the majority of the time it’s true. I generally experience two emotions – happiness and annoyance. But even a robot like me can be manipulated into having a feeling/crying the ugly tears like a Kardashian once in a blue moon (*cough Me Before You cough*). This time, though? It was like a flashing neon sign . . . .

To begin with, our first leading male Atlas is a homeless teenager who Lily befriends/eventually loses her virginity. In case you don’t get the writing on the wall, Atlas is being set up as the most perfect perfection that ever perfected. He’s also the way to getting the “raised in an abusive household” plotline uncovered. Like in all NA stories, Atlas and Lily are torn apart. Lily moves on with her life, graduates college, yada yada, and, as mentioned above, meet-cutes super creeper Mr. Right 2.0 on the roof. Mr. Right 2.0 is not only another most perfect perfection that ever perfected, but he’s also rich and a neurosurgeon and very obviously husband material even though he’s never had a girlfriend (also after dating only six months), annnnnnnnd due to their mutually busy schedules not really knowing the guy.

It wasn’t too hard to see where the story was going to go (and no, I hadn’t been spoiled because I didn’t read any reviews or the synopsis, I just auto-request everything by Hoover from both NetGalley and the library). Basically this was a story about domestic abuse and making excuses not only the first time he knocks your ass down “on accident” but also the second time when you wake up after “falling” down the stairs and hearing his sob story about a superbadawful that effed him up as a kid and then agreeing on a policy where “When you’re upset, just walk away. And I’ll walk away” (because THAT’S going to fucking work) and then saying “It’s okay, Ryle. It’s okay. You were angry, it’s okay” and making sure even when you’re bleeding profusely out of your fucking skull and are concussed and have quite possibly just been raped by your own damn husband that you get taken to an emergency room in a hospital other than the one where your bastard abuser works in order to protect his ass as well as explaining “sometimes the reason women go back is simply because they’re in love” and in case all that wasn’t e-fucking-nough you add in a whoopsie baby (another NA per usual) to serve as the wake-up call that maybe it’d be a good idea to ditch this zero and eventually find you a hero, buuuuuuuuuuuut you just come to an agreement regarding visitation and whathaveyou rather than involving the court and much needed supervised interaction because you know he wouldn’t hurt the baby since it’s obvious he loves her . . . .

[servantserah]

Lilium Part 10

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Here comes the booyy 🛐🛐

They don’t properly meet until later but this is the first time time Fran and Ash see each other….. or is it? *cough*. Fran seems intruiged but Ash doesn’t seem too eager to make acquaintances with him. Smelling like the church you’ve been to this morning seems to be a turn off for demons, who would’ve thought! (I imagine incense etc don’t smell very pleasant to demons and thanks to her snake form, Ash has a remarkable sense of smell, even from distances.)

Also, meet Arin! They’re the first character I created specifically for this AU and we’ll see more of them in the future! They don’t work at the estate directly but they deliver flowers and other plants regularly, so they know other staff members and some oft the latest gossip. They and Francis aren’t exactly friends but they do get along very well!

(Btw for this AU I have moved Warlocks birthday to spring in order to fit the timeline and lily blooming seasons ffff)

ℹ️ Lilium is a comic for my GoodGardenerAU! You can learn more about it and my other Good Omens AUs >HERE< in my quick guide or via the tags!

#serahsart #goodgardenerau #ggaulilium #good omens #good omens au #good omens fanart #fan comic #fanart #harriet dowling #nanny ashtoreth #brother francis #ineffable godparents #nanny x gardener #nanny x francis #digital art #comic #good omens comic #oiginal character

[ragnvdnir]

Folklore

Act l Part l : Bloom into you [Our Blooming Chapter]

Foreword(prologue) Act I Part II

pairings: zhongli x f!reader

genre: angst, romance, forbidden love

warnings: use of the name rex lapis, description of his form before, nothing major for now, english is not my first language so bear with me.

summary: it's your first time meeting the geo archon— but it seems like you're not aware that he's a god?

a/n: i finally posted the first chapter, well i decided to cut it in half so it won't be too long. im still not finished writing the other half but im working on it already. enjoy this first!

now playing; lovers oath

[500 YEARS FROM THE CURRENT PRESENT]

LIYUE, THE LAND OF GEO ARCHON

SPRING, BLOOMING FLOWER

It was the season of blooming cherry pink blossoms when he first acknowledged your existence. The fluttering petals fall around you as he takes in your sight in the field of glaze lily. He swore it was not love at first sight— but is it not? really?

It was a normal day for him to descend upon his land and teach his people worldly things to do to survive and enhance. Years have already been gone since he has been the geo archon.

Rex Lapis fulfilled his duty gracefully as he guided his land and people. Giving them his blessings as he watched from above.

He was taking a little trail near the fields of flowers in guili plains. His foot stopped as he heard a humming voice. He would have ignored it and continued on his journey if not for you humming the all too well familiar sweet lullaby on the glaze lilies as they bloom slowly hearing your sweet tune to them.

He stopped in his tracks as he let himself get drowned on the lullaby you are humming. In a spit of seconds, it brought back a bittersweet memory of his late friend who also did the same— hum a sweet lullaby for the glaze lilies to fully bloom.

He watched you as you crouched down in front of the flower while the sweet flush pink blossoms continues to fall all around you, the hues of the sun setting down illuminated your form making you ethereal in him.

'It was perfect, It was magical', he remembered he thought that.

Your humming came to an end as you brushed your fingers on the petals of glaze lilies. 'Beautiful', you thought as it was your first time seeing the blue flower. Your eyes were filled with excitement and stars as you watched the fully bloomed glaze lily.

"Pardon me for my intrusion, but may i ask something?"

Unknown to you, the Geo Archon was slowly approaching you— approaching you with the question he have been meaning to ask.

The sudden deep voice behind you surprised you as you looked at the owner of the voice. You found a tall man hovering over your crouched form. You examined his appearance as you stood up. He had a hood over him, a gradient of brown and orange hair. The orange tips of his hair glows like his amber yellowed pupils eyes. You find it mesmerizing. . .for a beauty like him to stumble upon your mere existence.

However, when you looked at his arms that's behind him, you furrowed your eyebrows as his skin is a combination of black and gold. You find it odd for someone to have skin like.

'Weird, does he have a disease or something? Or is he someone special or whatever?', You shake the thought off and cleared your throat.

"Yes? Do i owe you something, mister? If my memory serves me right, this is our first meeting? yes?"

"Yes, indeed, this is our first time seeing each other. There's just a question that has been messing with me when i heard your sweet humming voice," The unexpected compliment at the end caught you off guard, you coughed once again as you can feel your cheeks heating up, for the reason you're not used to be complimented.

"May i know where did you hear the lullaby that you just hummed to the glaze lilies?"

"Oh, you're asking about the lullaby i just hummed? Well, I heard it from my parents and grand elders who also said that our ancestors also heard it somewhere." you chuckled at the origin of the lullaby.

"Is that so?" he sighed as he nodded.

"In spite of that, i came here in liyue- specifically Guili Plains, to see the infamous glaze lily. My ancestors actually once lived here, and based from what i heard, this is also the place where they will hear the sweet lullaby of a goddess as she sings to the glaze lilies." You smiled as you glanced at the fully bloomed flower around you, then turn back to look at the gentleman infront of you who let out a 'hmm'.

"Regardless, your journey here shows that you are not from Liyue? No?" He asked as he stared at the horizon behind you, where the sun completely left his sight, leaving a rays of sunlight emblazing the scenery before him, you.

"Mhm, you got it right! I'm not actually from Liyue. I came from. . .another nation!"

"What brings a lady like you here? In Liyue?" Rex Lapis finally settled his eyes on you, his gaze seemingly full of elegance, softness. . .and sadness?

"Well, i just— i just feel like Liyue will be a beautiful place to start with— and it proves me right." You glanced back at him as the flowy cherry blossoms went fall, fall, and fall all around him.

'A beautiful sight, indeed.' You sighed as you took in the beauty of the man who stood tall before you, the moonlight shone over him. You thought what is it special in him that you find captivating that it made you lost in him.

'Perhaps it's the appearance? His unique arms?' You don't know.

"Oh! I have to go now, mister! It seems that the moon already gave me a hint that it's my cue to leave, i still have to look for a place to stay." You hoped to converse more with the gentleman, but you don't want to sleep outside shivering in the cold that winter left for the lovers that will bloom in spring, don't you?

"How disappointing, i wish to know more about the voyage you've went through. I guess we need to part ways now." He nodded as he got lost into deep thoughts and 'hmmed'.

"It saddens me to split ways here. I really have to leave now.

Farewell, mister gold!"

You gave him quick smile for the nickname then walk away— never forgetting to take the glaze lily with you.

Rex Lapis find it peculiar that a person just treated him like a normal person, that he just had a normal exchanging of words with a mortal. It looks like you don't know who is he, and he doesn't know whether to be glad or mad that you're talking to a god like him as if he's your close friend.

Generally, people would talk to him with so much honor and devotion. For a moment it made him forget who he is, what is he.

'No.'

'I shouldn't- i can't be thinking like this. I have people and a nation to protect. I have an oath and rules to obey. A mere human is a distraction to us gods.'

He let out a sigh, he thought that someone could finally treat him like how normal human treat each other— but no, because he reminded himself he’s a god.

note: Im planning to do a taglist, if u want to be mentioned when i post the update, just comment, send an ask or message me, i'll add you.

Rex Lapis then continued his stroll on the way to dihua marsh to pay a visit to certain adepti his.

©kazu-topia, do not copy or translate my works, thank you!

#zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x reader #zhongli angst #zhongli #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact x you #genshin #genshin impact #zhongli fanfiction #zhongli fanfic #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #ein's heartbreak 🥀 #ein's works ✒️ #ein's fics #Spotify

[genuinewhy]

isamira hanahaki au

Hi.

One of the ideas I have for seasonal hanahaki-inflicted Isabela is that the flowers she spits out have meanings corresponding to how she feels at the moment (about her feelings, about the object of her affection). This idea supports the concept(?) that her love for Mirabel is not defined by a single flower but a whole garden, which I mentioned in my previous post. Now read that sentence again but stop at flower and replace the word with ‘definition’. 

[This idea supports the concept that her love for Mirabel is not defined by a single definition.]

Now, on to the flowers.

Disclaimer: I did some research but I wouldn’t call it extensive. This also lacks any looking through a cultural lens. Apologies in advance for any inaccuracies.  

Gardenia for secret love, striped carnations for “a love that is not shared”, purple hyacinths because she feels she should apologize, marigolds to mirror her grief, morning glories for how impossible her love is. Toadflax¹ climbs up her throat when Mirabel tells Isa she hates her or just straight up ignores her. Yellow hyacinths² for when a village girl/boy around Mirabel’s age gets too close. Pink³ and yellow⁴ roses for the sound of Mirabel’s laughter as she plays with the children in town. Petals of red roses because it’s love and it’s real no matter how much she wants to say it’s not. 

¹Toadflax - notice my feelings

²Yellow hyacinths - jealousy

³Pink roses - happiness, gratitude and gentleness

⁴Yellow roses - joy, gladness

WAIT. What if Isabela interpreted the meaning of her flowers as the description of her feelings. So when she coughed out flowers usually seen at funerals (lilies are the only ones I can think of), she interprets that it’s a love that should be killed off? (Though even without the flowers, she’d still think it’s wrong.) It doesn’t make sense to you as the reader but for Isabela who’s confused, carrying the encanto’s expectations, and has no one to tell her that no, her love isn't disgusting? She believes in it.

[After reading this paragraph for the fifth time, I decided I don’t want this idea, but I’ll still put it on there.]

Mindless ramblings here which I don’t recommend reading:

While we're on the subject of flowers and gardens. If Isabela’s hanahaki flowers signify how she feels for Mirabel, then it means that when/if she’s ready to allow herself to let those feelings run free, she's also allowing her flowers to have space somewhere else other than the tight, narrow darkness in her lungs. Willingly.

So. She's letting her feelings out into the light. Quite literally.

On that note, I am beginning to form a concept of hanahaki that doesn't rely solely on whether your love is requited or not. It also depends on how repressed you are or how tightly you keep a lid on the said feelings.

And the reason why the flowers keep blooming inside her is because she doesn’t tell anyone, she doesn’t give them to anyone, because she keeps them to herself.

i think i just decrypted deciphered decoded unriddled unraveled the logic of hanahaki

her blooming feelings really said ok u wanna keep me to urself? alright then, keep me to urself 

hanahaki was aggressive attention-seeking flower language all along

so. listen. uHhhh. if Isabela ever decides to, let's say, *voice drops an octave* confess *audible gasp*, the symptoms of her hanahaki could mellow. ??? question mark? and not just confess. i mean she starts expressing herself instead of bottling it up like she's always done

Hanahaki is still based on having unrequited feelings, though, so even if she does let her feelings out in the light, she still has hanahaki unless Mirabel loves her back. So, in modern medical terms, she's sick but she's taking the proper steps (finally!) to get better.

Another point to discuss. Since it's seasonal hanahaki, then does it mean the intensity of the symptoms change or depend on how 'at peak' it is in spring? For example, in early spring Isabela doesn't spit petals that much and she could more or less still keep the 'vomiting' under control. It gets more and more uncontrollable as peak spring gets closer and it slowly fades as summer draws near.

In conclusion, the type of hanahaki Isabela has (or may have) in this au is seasonal. She only ever experiences the symptoms every spring and the intensity of the attacks is controlled by two factors: (1) how repressed her feelings are, and (2) how deep she is in the spring season.

Not ramblings anymore but are still just as mindless (scene ideas):

Isabela made a bouquet unconsciously while gazing fondly at Mirabel from afar. She catches herself mid-thought and chants the now overfamiliar mantra (“Don’t. It’s wrong. I shouldn't” rinse repeat). A second later she’s spitting petals again and then she thinks, “hm? Why do the petals look similar to the bouquet I just made?” And then it clicks, “ohnonono my feelings are showing.”

Mirabel almost catches Isabela in action spitting out flowers. There's an orange flower in her hair. (she was nervous)

One of the kids in town saw Isabela vomiting by accident but didn't understand what it meant so he now refers to what happened as magic trick practice gone wrong. 

I just think it’s a crime that we don’t have many Isabela With Hanahaki aus.

#isamira hanahaki au #did u know there's a hanahaki variant that's treated like a parasitic std? u cure it by having consensual lovemaking sessions with ur person #isamira

[iovchlde]

childe x a reader who works with kids? maybe like a teacher?

you really have a way with kids.

teucer doesn’t really like most of the teachers at the school, to which childe feels apologetic because he often has to stick back after school. he likes one teacher though— you— and after seeing the teacher for himself, he thinks he likes them too.

in which childe thinks his brother’s teacher is cute.

pairing.

childe x gn!reader

genre.

fluff

author’s note.

so like— someone make an in depth series of this please. the problem with not being able to write slow burn but absolutely loving to read it 😔✋

it’s becoming late, something you note to yourself when you look out the window, as the sky is now an ombre of blues and reds and oranges. you’d been so absorbed in grading papers that you’d failed to check the time— the clock now indicating that it was almost four post meridiem. a sigh escapes past your lips as you straighten your back, relishing in the feel after sitting in a crouched position for so long. it’s hard to maintain proper posture when you’re bored out of your mind. “two more papers to go,” you mutter to yourself. “and then i can finally leave.”

the room is dead silent so when you hear a creak from the door across the room, you look up in curiosity to see teucer peeking his head in. he hasn’t noticed you, as you’re hidden behind the clutter that covers your desk, and he’s looking around in hopes of spotting his peers. noticing that there was no one else, his lips tug into a small frown. you blink in surprise, looking back at the clock to make sure that you weren’t mistaken. but alas, it really was that late. halting your pace of work, you drop the pen in your hand and you stand up from your chair.

“hi teucer.” you call out to him, and he jumps from being startled, not quite expecting someone else to be in the room. teucer turns his head to look at you from his awkward position at the door frame, slightly struggling to keep the huge door open, and you motion for him to come in. silently, he shuffles through the door with his hands wrapped tightly around the straps of his backpack, and he flashes a smile towards your way. “what are you doing here so late?”

at the question, the smile on his lips immediately fall. teucer looks down and twirls his foot on the floor, his voice quiet as he speaks. “my brother is really busy with his job, and he hasn’t come to pick me up yet. i came to see if my friends were still here, but there’s no one else left.” your heart twinges at the tone he uses— dejected and downcast. mentally, you scold yourself for asking such an obvious question, but you can’t really take your words back.

you hum, walking towards the boy and crouching in front of him. “then, let’s do something fun to pass the time, shall we? how about drawing— do you like drawing?” his head immediately perks up the suggestion, and he nods vigorously as if to say yes.

“i have the perfect thing for drawing,” teucer exclaims. he pulls the backpack off of his shoulders, opening a big pocket and rummaging through it. it takes a second for him to find what he’s looking for, but he lets out a proud, “aha!”, as he finds it. excitedly, he fishes out a big pack of crayons, showing them off to you. a satisfied feeling blooms within you, glad that he’s no longer as gloomy as before.

you gasp. “is that a pack of sixty-four crayons?” he grins, nodding again. “well, i have the perfect thing for that too.” from your crouching position, you get up and walk towards your cabinet— the one filled with new and unused materials. yanking out one of the drawers, you take out a fresh sketchpad, and you place it on a desk closest to you. all the chairs were placed on the desks, a thing the school would ask of students to do as they pack up from their last class of the day. taking a hint, teucer rushes over and brings down two chairs.

“i wanna draw my big brother, and give it to him when he comes to pick me up.” teucer holds a determined look on his face as he says those words, and you can’t help but chuckle at his admirable love for his brother. ripping off a piece of paper from the sketchbook, you hand it to him, which he accepts gratefully. he wastes no time in unpacking his crayons, picking out some peachy color, and leaving the box on the table. “what will you be drawing, ms. y/n?”

you hadn’t actually thought of drawing, simply coming up with the distraction on the spot to cheer him up. subconsciously, you look to the side as you think of an answer. “i’ll draw flowers,” you say, and he smiles, going back to his piece of paper.

if you were to give an estimate on how much time has passed, you’d say that about fifteen minutes had gone by since you’d first started drawing. you finished early on, drawing two simple lilies onto the paper, and simply sitting comfortably on the chair. or at least, as comfortable as it can get for an adult sitting on elementary-student-sized chairs. it’s not for another five minutes that teucer finally speaks up from his concentration.

“finished!” the boy beside you exclaims, holding up his drawing proudly. on the paper is a stick figure, the hair that covers its head is ginger-colored, and it has a loopy smile drawn as its face. it’s charming, and it has a message written beside it.“you’re the best big brother!”, the little note reads out. (he used the wrong “you’re”, but you decide not to comment on it given that it’s after school hours.)

little did you know, teucer’s older brother is observing you two from the door. his arms are crossed over his chest, and a soft expression is evident on his face as watches the interaction between the two of you. teucer had always beamed about you to him— talking about how amazing of teacher you were, and how kind you were. “you really look up to your brother, don’t you?” you comment, while analyzing his picture more.

“of course i do,” teucer avows, answering to you almost immediately, no hint of hesitation within his voice. his little hands are always curled up into little fists as he praises his brother, his voice going up a few octaves than it normally is. “he’s really busy, but whenever he’s not, he makes sure to make it up to me. on my birthdays, he gives me really big presents, and he takes me out to parks as well. he’s the best, isn’t he?”

“i think your brother seems like an admirable man.” you comment. “but, you’re also a good brother too, you know? you care for him a lot, and i think that matters just as much.”

“really?”

childe’s gaze is soft as he watches the two of you talk, impressed by how cheery his brother was around you. it’s not often that teucer stays back and actually enjoys it. he hated to ruin the moment, but you’re interrupted as there’s a cough heard from the doorway, and you see a ginger-haired man leaning on the door frame. his looks are uncanny to those of teucer’s— boyish and smiley. must be his older brother.

quite cute too, but you brush off the thought.

the two of you make eye contact for the briefest of moments, but from those few seconds, you can see there’s a hint of penitence swirling in his eyes. the forgiving smile you return is barely noticeable, but he catches onto it with keen eyes. “sorry to keep you waiting, buddy.” he apologizes to teucer, before redirecting his gaze towards you. “i’m sorry you had to stay back and take care of him— though from what i can see, you really have a way with kids, ms. y/n. teucer here wasn’t wrong when he said you’re a really cool person.”

he gets off the door frame, now walking into the room and closer to teucer. the latter runs over to him immediately, sticking to his side. “mhm! ms. y/n is the best teacher.”

“see? teucer says so himself. you truly live up to the stories he’s told about you.”

you snort, shaking your head. picking up teucer’s items for him, you start walking towards the two. “being good with kids is part of the job description, you know? i’d be a bad teacher if i didn’t know how to handle them.” you say as you hand the bag and drawing to him. for a second, the tips of his hand grazes yours, before he promptly picks the items from your hand. “and he tells stories about me?”

“all the time,” he exaggerates, and teucer playfully pushes his arms. “teucer seems miserable around every other teacher, so they must be considered bad teachers by your definition.” he teases, and you flush at his words.

“oh,” you say as your eyes widen, “i don’t mean in that—” just as you’re about to protest against his words, he cuts in.

“joking, joking. anyways, we should really get going. i’ve already wasted enough of your time, as is— will i be seeing you around more often, ms. y/n?” he asks, and there’s a cheeky look to his eyes as he says those words, staring right at you. “y’know, for when i pick teucer up from school.”

you smile back, more obvious this time. “of course.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #genshin childe #childe fluff

[lady-literature]

hanahaki disease

Can i get a maribat hanahaki au please? like, is that something i can just order, instead of making myself?

cause like, i have these two scenarios in my head that I don’t actually have the time to devote to but here they are:

The first is light hearted and based just a bit on my Red X Teen Titans au. hanahaki, for this, works just a little bit differently. Flowers still bloom in your lungs and steal away your breath, but they’re not born of love unrequited. They bloom from love left unsaid.

Not just any love though, it has to be powerful. It has to sit in your bone marrow and ache in your chest, the confession has to have crowded at your throat only to be swallowed, to be buried so deep in your heart, and for so long, that it’s begun growing roots in your lungs.

Red X has loved Marinette for a long time, and he’s not shy about saying it. But Marinette is a hero, is a Titan, and she does not allow herself the love of a villain. (even if, sometimes, she catches glimpses of the hero he once was (the hero he could still be yet again))

So Marinette coughs up petals and flowers and whole stems while Red X flirts and courts and loves. She doesn’t respond, half because she thinks it’s wrong, and half because kwami--Red X would be insufferable if she ever actually told him after all this time. She’d never hear the end of it.

She’s not in danger of dying, of course. She’s probably one of the few people on earth who can live indefinitely with the disease. She’s Ladybug, the conduit through which Tikki interacts with the world. Marinette is tied to life and creation herself, she will not die of love.

as far as Marinette is concerned, she has an overly pesky case of asthma with a side of random flowers appearing (sometimes stained red with her blood but what can you do, amiright?)

Red X will eventually catch her coughing up flowers, 50/50 if he thinks they’re for him or someone else. but i don’t really have an ending for this.

My second idea is this:

Marinette knows Jason when he’s Robin. Perhaps she’s a school friend, or a fellow hero, or someone he saved and took a liking to, but regardless, they grow to be fast friends. Things are good for a while, great even! They’re young, and happy, and just a little bit in love with each other.

They both know it, but they’re also children and often times these things go unsaid. They have time for that later.

Except that they don’t. Because Jason dies, is beaten then exploded and Marinette is left behind with all this pain and rage and love with no where to put it.

A week after his funeral, she coughs up her first petal. (because what is grief but love with no where to go? what is grief, but loving someone who cannot love you back?)

She coughs up petals and flowers and she knows who they belong to. The asphodels and lilies aren’t subtle, after all.

Her friends and family all try to get her to move on, to let go, to stop loving the dead boy with all her aching, broken heart, but she can’t. How do you fall out of love?

Her lungs crowd with flowers and climb her throat and Marinette knows she will die. Eventually, it will happen. Eventually she will join Jason, choking on flowers stained with blood, because she couldn’t let him go.

Except she doesn’t. She lives on for years, still choking on flowers, but surviving. She’s adapted, and learned, and her time ticks down but she’s long since decided it won’t keep her from living.

She’s gotten used to the lack of air, to the flowers, to the coughing so hard she spits up blood sometimes. she’s so used to it, that it’s easy to notice when it so abruptly stops. The flowers die, and her throat clears, and Marinette can breathe for the first time in years.

It should feel like a miracle.

Instead Marinette sobs.

she thinks it means she really did stop loving Jason, thinks she’s forgotten him or some other such nonsense. the real reason all the flowers in her chest died, is because Red Hood has remembered. 

Years spent dead, then too insane to think much on emotions, then too angry to feel anything besides the heat of it. He sees Marinette by chance, and it all comes flooding back. He sees Marinette, and he forgets to breathe he’s so consumed by the love he’d had for her, by the love he knows he’ll have for her again.

#maribat #jasonette #mlb x dc #my typewriter #i wrote more about this than i wanted to #but i needed to get it out of my head #ive been reading a lot of hanahaki aus lately #the just SLAP yaknow? #woudl love to see these fleshed out but can't do it myself unfortunately #someone adopt them please im begging #and then tag my in it i will love you for a thousand years

[thatringboy]

Ganqing getting together Idol au? (Extra: Hanahaki disease and angsty, only if you want. Otherwise, fluff or angst or whatever is fine.)

Or

Just idol au with genshin characters, doesn't have to be anything in particular

ohmygods this one took so long to write and it was so worth it! love me some good angst and hanahaki disease up in this house!!!

Glaze Lilies in my Throat

Warnings: Hanahaki Disease, Blood, Hospitals

Characters: Keqing, Ganyu, Ningguang, Beidou

Ships: Gangqing, Background Beiqquang if you squint

Word Count: 12,758 (FIVE pages of google docs!)

Summary: Idol!Keqing finds herself falling fast and hard for her fellow dancer, Ganyu, but her pride keeps her from admitting her feelings. Until the petals in her throat start taking a toll on her career

The first time the purple haired girl noticed the petals, she just thought that they had fallen off of a bouquet she had received from a fan. Keqing assumed her throat was sore from the show she had completed, so she popped a cough drop in her mouth and quickly changed to head to dinner with the other girls in the group.

The restaurant they were at wasn’t anything too fancy, just a small hole in the wall place for their group, the Qixing, to meet up. The group’s center, Ningguang, knew the owner and was able to order milkshakes for everyone for free.

It was a pleasant outing. Keqing sat near the window side of the booth the women shared and quietly sipped her vanilla milkshake while the other members of the group discussed their performances. Ganyu slid into the seat next to her and pushed a straw into her own chocolate shake.

“Is everything alright? You look lost in thought, Miss Keqing.”

There was a sudden tightness in her throat, or something became lodged in her airways because Keqing began to cough into her elbow. “My apologies, I was just staring off into space. I am quite alright.”

Ganyu gave her a pleasant smile that made heat rise in her cheeks before turning to the rest of the group to join their conversation. Keqing quickly looked away and her eyes fell to her lap where the blue petals had fallen off of her sleeve. They were identical to the petals she had seen earlier that evening. Keqing was no fool, she instantly recognized what had brought the flowers and her eyes shifted back to Ganyu, who was laughing at Ningguang and her chocolate moustache.

She brushed the petals onto the floor with a cold expression. Out of sight, out of mind.

The petals plagued Keqing for a few more months after that night. They always appeared when Ganyu was near her, but all the idol did was tuck them away and began keeping a handkerchief on her person for when the blood started to come up with the flowers. She became used to the tightness of her throat and dryness of her mouth that accompanied her beating heart when Ganyu would clasp her hand between those slender fingers and stare at her with those large eyes. Everytime Keqing thought she would collapse from exhaustion, Ganyu would be there to pick her up and tell her to keep going. How could she not fall for such kindness?

After the petals began appearing, Keqing only allowed herself to be alone with Ganyu once in fear of making her feelings known. It was after a particularly long dance rehearsal and the other women left before they did. As they were cleaning up the practice room, a small photo fell out of Ganyu’s bag.

Keqing moved to pick it up, turning the paper over in her fingers. In the photo was a baby Ganyu sitting on the lap of an elegant woman with blue eyes and had her hair pinned up by an eerily familiar flower.

“Who is this woman?”

Ganyu glanced over at the picture. “My, that’s an old picture. I’ve told you how I was adopted as a child, right? That woman was my adoptive mother, Guizhong.”

“Was?” Keqing handed the photo back.

“Yes, was. She was a botanist who loved flowers. That one in her hair is a species she selectively bred for years before perfecting them. We called them ‘Glaze Lilies’. She was killed in a hit and run when I was twelve.”

So the flowers have a name. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”

Ganyu gave her a sweet smile. “Don’t be, she’s always with me, I can feel her guiding me.”

Keqing turned away before the blush could overtake her face and swallowed down the petals in her mouth. So cute!

The first time a blue bud appeared was during a meeting with her manager and Ningguang, who was also the owner of the group. Keqing shifted uncomfortably in her chair as the manager and albino woman looked over a report of her performances.

Ningguang cleared her throat. “Keqing, you know how much we love to have you in the group…”

Keqing felt the familiar tightness in her throat. She sat still and tried to swallow it down as Ningguang continued.

“However, your ratings have been going down recently. You have been leaving rehearsals early, and we’ve noticed the quality of your performances is suffering.”

Slowly, Keqing reached into the pocket of her skirt for a handkerchief as she felt the petals rise back up. Don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic.

The manager made a sad face. “Keqing… if things don’t change, then we may need to replace you. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are now, I really don’t want to do this, but if you can’t put your previous energy into this work then maybe we need to go separate ways.”

Panic.

“No, no, I can do it!” Opening her mouth to protest was a bad idea. As soon as the words spilled from her lips, she doubled over in a fit of coughs, the scent of blood filling the room. Something larger than her usual petals dislodged itself from her throat and fell onto the floor between her and her bosses.

An unbloomed Glaze Lily pod with specks of blood tainting the innocent color bounced on the carpet and rolled next to Ningguang’s foot. She looked at Keqing’s face in horror. “Keqing…”

The purple haired girl got to her feet, covering her mouth with the tiny piece of fabric and bowed quickly, moving towards the door. “I-I’m sorry, I promise to get to practice on time and I will get my ratings back up!”

She only took two steps before falling to her knees in another fit of coughing. This time it was two pods, one halfway blooming. Ningguang called for the manager to call an ambulance before rushing to Keqing’s side, rubbing a soothing hand across her back.

The next few hours were a blur. Keqing barely remembers an ambulance arriving, being carted away with a tube down her throat, a couple doctors examining her before letting her rest. When she became coherent, Keqing was able to sit up despite the oxygen tube in her nose and became aware of a doctor waiting for her.

“Miss Keqing, how are you feeling?”

She opened her mouth to talk, but it was the most sore it had ever felt. She tapped her neck to let the doctor know her speech status. He nodded and produced a pen and pad for her to write on.

“I feel terrible, but not like I’m about to die.”

He read over the paper. “Are you aware of what The Hanahaki Disease is?”

“Of course.” She penned down.

“How long have you been in this predicament?” His calm eyes went back to the pad.

Keqing thought for a second before writing again. “Five months.”

“Five months.” He read outloud softly. “Do you know who brought the flowers to you?”

“No.” She lied. She had known from the very beginning, but a glance out of the glass window of the room’s door revealed that her entire group was anxiously waiting outside. There was no need to drag anyone else into her problem.

The doctor took a deep breath. “Miss Keqing, you are aware of what the removal of the flowers entails if you cannot find the person responsible for these feelings, correct?”

“Yes.” Loss of the memories of that person. From beyond the door, Ganyu peeked through the window with a worried expression. Behind her was Ningguang frantically pointing at her head with wide eyes and her lips in a thin, focused line. The doctor followed Keqing’s eyes to the door and as he did, Ningguang instantly stopped and went back to looking as regal as ever.

The doctor chuckled dryly. “You know, I can’t do my job if you lie to me.”

He got up and moved to let Ganyu into the room as Keqing began to scribble down words in a panic. The doctor opened the door and gestured to the chair beside the bed before shutting the door behind the other idol. Ganyu nervously sat down and Keqing stopped writing, not meeting her eyes.

Ganyu reached out to touch Keqing’s hand, but stopped. “We were all so worried when Miss Ningguang told us you had been hospitalized. I’m not sure what I would have done if something had happened--” She caught Keqing staring at her with wide eyes and silenced herself with the lightest shade of pink dusting her cheeks.

Keqing pulled her knees to her chest to have a hard surface to write on. “Did she tell you what I have?”

Ganyu shook her head. “No, but Miss Ningguang gave a weird look.”

Ah, the ever observant Ningguang and the blissfully unaware Ganyu. She scratched down another sentence. “There’s something I should probably tell you…”

Ganyu read the notepad, whispering the words to herself in that way that made Keqing fall harder and nodded. “I’m all ears, err, eyes?”

Keqing flipped to a new page. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and her hands shook a little. She was a fool for even considering having the flowers removed surgically. She held the pen over the paper and began writing everything down. From the night at the milkshake bar, the petals in her throat being the same kind of flowers Ganyu’s mother made, how Ganyu’s smile made her heart flutter and her stomach twist in a way that she never wanted to end. The flowers had stolen her voice, so she wrote it all, pouring her heart into every word like the disease would kill her that very night.

When she finished, Keqing quickly shoved the notepad to Ganyu and turned away with a red face, not wanting to see the other’s reaction to the written love confession.

Ganyu read every word slowly, tears pooling in her blue and purple eyes and blush burning her cheeks at the raw emotions before her. When she finished, she simply held out her free hand for the pen, which Keqing practically threw at her. She wanted her bedsheets to swallow her up like that scene from Nightmare on Elm Street.

The blue haired woman wrote something quickly and handed both the pen and pad back to Keqing. She took it and read over the short message left at the bottom of her confession.

“I feel the same way.”

In an instant, Keqing felt her throat open and she took a loud gulp of air, making Ganyu jump in surprise. Keqing began to laugh as she grabbed Ganyu’s wrist and pulled her onto the bed and into a tight hug. “Yes yes yes yes yes! I can finally breathe!”

She realized how close Ganyu’s face was to her own and let go quickly, the color returning to her face ten-fold. “Sorry about that.”

Ganyu remained sitting on the bed, covering her face in her own hands. “It’s fine, really!”

“Hah! What a couple of dorks!” Called a deep voice from the doorway.

The two on the bed snapped their heads towards the sound to see Ningguang grabbing the intruder, a tall burly woman with an eyepatch, by her ear and dragging her out of the room. “Out with you! I called you here to provide moral support, not gawk at my dancers!”

Ganyu giggled. “That’s Miss Beidou for you, I suppose.”

Keqing looked at the discarded notepad and those five words scrawled in neat handwriting.

“I feel the same way.”

Keqing is a woman of sound mind. She thinks through her actions and keeps to herself when situations do not concern her. She keeps her head down and doesn’t make rash decisions. So of course she surged forward to plant a kiss on Ganyu’s cheek before pulling back in horror of her own actions and covering her lips with her hand.

Ganyu turned red as her hand went up to touch the spot Keqing had kissed. “That was sweet, thank you.”

“You said on the paper that you feel the same way I do about you so I just thought--” Her panicked rambling was silenced by Ganyu moving closer to her and gently pulling her hands from her mouth with a nervous smile.

“I’m not very good with words like you, Miss Keqing, so sorry that my confession was so bland.”

Keqing blinked. “That’s what you’re caught up on?! And enough with the formalities, you just cured my Hanahaki Disease and saved me from getting fired!”

“Wait, fired? I thought Miss Ningguang pulled you into the manager’s office yesterday for tea… were you about to be let go?”

“Probably!”

Ganyu playfully poked Keqing’s oxygen tube in her nose. “Then the flowers did you a favor.”

“THEY WERE THE REASON I WASN’T PERFORMING WELL IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

The blue haired woman took Keqing’s hands again. “And now they’re gone, for good this time?”

Keqing blinked once more. “‘This time’? What do you mean, ‘this time’--!”

Ganyu panicked and surged forward to kiss her. Keqing, not believing what was happening, halted all protests and sunk into it, ignoring the plastic tube in her nose and letting the scent of vanilla fill her senses.

When they broke away, it felt like an eternity had passed, but it wasn’t long enough, so they kissed again, and again and again until they were panting for air and the doctor returned with an amused smile. All thoughts slipped from Keqing’s usually buzzing mind and she found herself only focusing on the woman before her; the one she cared so much about for so long that flowers bloomed in her throat. With Ganyu by her side, Keqing didn’t have a care in the world. With Ganyu by her side, Keqing knew she was going to be just fine.

#blip blip did anyone catch that potentially extra angsty line from ganyu before they started kissing? #but holy shit this was long #asks #genshin impact #genshin impact asks #writing requests #writing #requests #keqing #ganyu #keqing x ganyu #ganqing #angst #fluff #sfw

[kasjophe]

hanahaki disease drarry

Draco started coughing flowers out of nowhere in the middle of the day. He could barely react himself, one second he was smugly smiling after fight with Potter and other chocking on flower petals mixed with blood.

Of course trio got involved, and of course Hermione was the one to figure out what's happening (and gossip spreads quickly around Hogwarts) so the same day everyone was wondering who Malfoy fell in love with and fascinated over the fact that no-one other but pureblood Malfoy was under influence of such ancient magic.

Quite unexpected turn out of events took place. Hermione and Pansy were determined to find a way to help Malfoy. Ron and Blaise couldn't stop laughing their ass off trying to find out who Draco loved.

And Harry.. well, Harry. He would help Draco clean up blood, while he made fuss that Potter didn't get all the spots or that he shouldn't be even touching him yada yada. Harry would collect the petals ('Mione suggested that) 'Any idea what kind of flower that is?' 'Does it matter?' 'Fine, whatever!' '...Uh, how can you not recognise it? It's a lily. It's a lily, Potter.' And they started talking about their mothers. Then about fathers, Snape 'Honestly Potter I gotta admit if there's someone with more awful hair than yours it's Snape'.

Draco got a lil better.

Ron started playing chess with Malfoy, Granger studied with him, Blaise taught Hermione how to take care of her hair, Pansy convinced Harry to paint his nails (and Draco was her next victim and surprisingly didn't complain much).

'Pansy has lovely handwriting, don't you think?' asked Hermione. 'Does she? I dunno. Have you seen Malfoys? It looks like those in old letters' answered Harry. 'You haven't seen Blaise'. I'm telling you they trained them when they were little.' argued Ron. 'Shouldn't you have at least decent handwriting then?' 'Oh shut it, both of you are no better than I when it comes to colegrophy.' 'Calligraphy.'

Looking for cure took them some time. They learned the rule that It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

And Draco didn't hesitate. He demanded to get it removed.

He got even worse than in the begging.

Harry tried to convince him not do it: 'It ends when the beloved returns their feelings! Malfoy, just confess to the person you love, maybe they'll return your feelings!'

But Draco wouldn't look at him 'I don't love anyone Potter, it's simply bullshit! I told you already!'

So Draco Malfoy wasn't typical 'Oh I love them and no matter how much pain I go through I don't want to lose my feelings for them'. It didn't stop miraculously, his lover didn't show up kissing him all over.

The procedure happened. Malfoy was cured. The charm that bloomed between trios ended too.

Ron didn't have worthy opponent to play with anymore, Hermione was drowning in notes by herself again and Harry quietly watched chopped nail polish on his fingers.

Draco Malfoy wouldn't even look at Harry Potter.

Not like before. Not because he was frustrated. He simply acted like Harry wasn't there. He stopped making fun of Potter, picking on him, pulling pranks. Nothing.

And Harry was oblivious enough to think it was all caused because they got too close and it scared Draco (not Malfoy, Draco.) 'Mione wouldn't dare to comment on his conspiracy theories and Ron was too busy getting mad at Blaise. 'He called me 'mate'! And now what? They all just pass us by, ungrateful Slytherins!'

Malfoy suddenly got better at Quidditch, his grades went up and meals in the Great Hall were awfully calm (in Harry's opinion).

'He's up to something!' 'Harry.. not again.' 'I'm telling-'

Cough. Harry's hand shot to his throat. 'Mate, are you alright-' Another cough. Potter covered his mouth but not for long. When he looked at his palm he froze. Blood. And yellow flower petal.

'Oh no Harry- is this- I'm gonna find McGonagall I think the disease is spreading, Ron find him a tissue and then don't get close to Harry. It'll all be okay..'

But Harry couldn't listen. It felt like bells were ringing in his ears. He stared intensively at the petal. It finally hit him.

Narcissus. It was narcissus flower, wasn't it?

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #hogwarts #fanfic #hanahaki disease #ron weasley #hermione granger #pansy parkinson #blaise zabini #pansmione #blairon #prompt #angst #writing

[akachaan]

the golden-winged king [xiao]

genre: angst

warnings: death, blood

notes: pls im so proud of this writing BYE

The gentle chirps of birds graced Xiao’s ears. He recognized this as a melody of nature, the sunlight cascading a loving warmth onto his pale skin. Lush and rich grass blew in the breeze, one of the few somethings that Xiao actually appreciated from the Wind Archon. He chuckled breathlessly, a feeling of lighthearted mischief settling upon him. Xiao imagined how Venti would pout and scold him for his unbearably disrespect remarks, as he liked to call them. The grass entwined itself into his gloved hand like a silky ribbon. The light, fluffy clouds passed by, drifting away like dandelion seeds floating in the winds.

Xiao’s legs began to ache— the reason unknown —so he’d sat himself down, assuming he’d been basking in the beauty of the flower field for much too long. Ah, flowers. He’d almost forgotten just how intricately designed they were. Well, as a Guardian Yaksha, there’s only so much you can stop and admire. What were the names of these? The petals were pale blue from the bottom fading into a remarkable teal color, four pastel purple strands sprawling out from the top.

Glaze lilies, he recalled. These flowers only bloom once sung to, yes? He remembers this from a certain... human. He smiles fondly at the thought of them. “Xiao, Xiao!” A familiar and soft voice called. Speak of the devil.

Xiao turned to them, and his breath was caught in his throat. It’s like time slowed down, just for them. Just for him. He took a deep breath, his eyes softening, showing vulnerability he’d been hiding for a millennia. Your shining, soft locks framed your face, [c] eyes shining with love and purity. Xiao had seen skies like an ethereal dream, twinkling like sparklers trapped in the deep cerulean sky... But none of those galaxies and any to come would even compare to your radiant image. You were an angel sent from heaven, one to remind him what life can truly bring upon humanity; people like you.

You were like his little secret of sorts. Not a secret of the world. Anyone could meet or find [Name]. He knew anyone could come and sweep you away from him— though he doesn’t enjoy thinking of such ideas —he knew. It could happen. But, he also knew, and he trusted that you wouldn’t truly leave him, after all they’ve been through. He knew that you confined in him just as he did you, he felt like he was finally certain in his eternity of suffering and emptiness. Days that went by where he felt as if he were just existing. He was not living, he never was. Xiao was simply a guardian, assigned to protect Liyue until he drops dead from exhaustion. He was existing as The Guardian Yaksha, Conquerer of Demons.

But with you, he was not any of those. He was not just existing, watching over a nation til his last breath. Your presence alone made him feel warm. Him feeling was already an achievement in itself, after all these years as standing on the sidelines, secluded; no matter how close to Liyue he physically was, he felt so different and disconnected from his people. He’d only be remembered as tale to be told. The way that you made him feel. Not only have you made him feel, you’ve made him feel warm. A ‘warmth’ that he wishes to bask in for the rest of his existence. Warmth. Xiao knew this wasn’t the word to describe how he truly felt. By definition, yes, Xiao admits, albeit hesitantly. But he couldn’t help but feel it was so much deeper than that. You made him feel a warmth that burned his insides. The feeling had words caught in his throat, he often struggled to form a single coherent sentence when you eyes twinkled with a joy he can’t quite grasp. It made him stutter, the way you looked so blissed and euphoric in his company. He loved it. He loved how the butterflies in his stomach never seized, fluttering and flying with each second. His heart raced like a tiger running after its prey, running at miles per minute. He felt so human. So alive. So loved, and he’s finally experienced what it’s like to love. He never wanted it to end.

You laid yourself onto the luxuriant meadow of nature, the blades of green tickling at your cheek. The sun caressed your skin like a mother would her child, giving you an angelic-like glow. Your eyes had drew closed as you listened to what was around you. Distant animals chirping and buzzing filled your ears along with the synchronized breathing of you and the boy next to you. You smiled, your heart thumping against your chest as savored the peace of this moment.

Xiao turned his head to admire the gift the Archons had given him. He saw how amicable this whole ordeal was and how much you were enjoying it. It wasn’t everyday the two of you had the time to lay down and appreciate each other and what the Earth truly had to offer, though I’m sure that’s been made clear. The soft whisper of his name felt like a melody being sang to him, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Another sweet murmur of his name was called. And another. And another. Xiao grew worried. With every purr of his name, he could hear desperation and panic in your tone. That alone had him sick to his stomach. He sat up, his eyes now greeted with an all-too-familiar setting.

The sky was dark with stormy clouds, rain thundering heavily onto the bloodstained ground. The air was no longer crisp and clean but instead reeked of the metallic scent of blood and sweat. He could almost taste the blood on his lips. Xiao looked at his hands, dirtied and course with dried ichor. What was once his peaceful escape of serendipity was now a horrid sight of what he used to be. The murderous machine of what he promised himself to cast away since The Archon War. Screams of retreat, pain, defeat and victory mixed in his head, which was now throbbing from the sudden change in scenery. Why was he here?

More importantly, where were you?

“Xiao... Thank god you’re alive.” Your broken voice chuckled, growing dryer in the passing seconds. His head snapped to you, who was laying on the floor, absolutely beaten up. His heart ached at the sight, and he reached to gently cup your face, as if one wrong move could completely shatter you. You gasped for air before continuing, “I knew you would survive. There’s,” You paused to cough harshly, your body crumbling as the cough was let out, “no way the Xiao I know would loose to anyone.” He pulled you closer to his lap, panic and adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew there was nothing he could do. But he still tried. He still tried to grasp onto what little hope he had left; it was all happening too quickly.

“Hang on. I’ve got you, okay?” He choked out after the initial shock. The time you have left and the time he would be able to get you proper medical attention were so obviously not in his favor. He picked you up, carrying you on his back. And he just ran. His legs moved like he was going to die if he didn’t hurry. Quite frankly, he would most definitely die emotionally. Xiao couldn’t loose you. Not now, not ever. He wanted to live with you until your died of old age, peacefully where you could’ve smiled on your deathbed. He remembers how you used to get mad at him for carrying you like this. The way your cheeks heated up and you buried your face into his neck always got a goofy smile on his face. But now, you were clinging onto his back as best you could— though it was a loose grip, you used what energy you had left in you to let him know you were still there with him.

But soon, too soon, you wouldn’t be, and you both knew it. “Xiao,” you called weakly.

“I said hang on. I’ll get you medical help soon. Please, keep your eyes open. You still have time.”

“Xiao...”

“You can’t leave me like this. I swore to hold you and protect you and love you for the rest of my life. Out of the many promise I’ve broken I can’t... I can’t break this one.”

“Xiao, listen...” The utter amount of suffering in your voice tore him apart more than the searing pains in his limbs. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it in time no matter how fast he ran. So he obliged to your request and set you in his lap once again. He stared at your face, covered in dirt and scars. Yet you still looked at beautiful as ever.

“Please. Don’t go. I won’t know what to do without you.”

“I’m always here with you even if...” You trailed off, both from the lack of oxygen you had and the discomfort of finishing your own sentence. You felt tears brimming in your eyes, as you saw Xiao in such a vulnerable and tormented state. “Xiao...”

He caressed your face like a mother would her child. The sting of his heart drowned any physical injuries he had. Nothing would hurt more than the thought of losing you. The grass scratched at your cheek, and you winced at the feeling. Xiao tucked a hair strand behind your ear. As he leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

“Xiao... You are and forever will be my Golden-Winged King.”

And that was when the tears spilled. Your body went cold and limp in his own very hands, your eyes that shone with love and purity where now dark and lifeless. The smile that lit up his world was gone; replaced with a face of sorrow eternally etched onto your features. Xiao wondered. Death was a pitiful punishment, yet somehow so enchanting. You still looked as heavenly as ever. It was only then the pain of truly losing you settled in. You were never going to grace his ears with your melodic voice. You were never going to grace his eyes with your smile. You were never going to grace his senses with your adoring hugs.

You were never to grace his life again.

The Golden-Winged King had a fall from grace, just as you did in his own very arms.

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