#because dandelion just DISAPPEARED and i wanted to TALK to him

[ddarker-dreams]

Apologue.

Yan Albedo x F Reader. Commissioned piece.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, Albedo just having this strange unsettling energy... Word count: 3k.

There’s a homely atmosphere to Mondstadt that you don’t experience in other cities. 

Everyone knows one another and does their part. If a neighbor falls ill, without requiring formal organization, the community provides meals so fresh, you can still see steam rising off it. Birthdays are remembered each year, you go to one childhood friend’s wedding then the next, and funerals pack the Favonius Cathedral to its limit. There’s an unspoken sense of togetherness each denizen of the city of freedom possesses. It is invisible, yet tangible, like a gentle breeze. 

That’s why you don’t think much of it when Noelle seeks you out, carrying the news that once again, Klee has been placed in solitary confinement. 

When the stalwart maid departs, you just sigh and shake your head. Klee’s solitary confinement punishment has become synonymous with ‘wait until [First] comes to take her off our hands.’ The Spark Knight may not be your blood relation, yet you often care for and look after her. Her eccentric mother is gone more than she’s around. While you can appreciate Alice’s zest for adventure, you wish she’d take her daughter into account before disappearing for half a year. 

You can practically hear the globe-trotter’s voice from the last time you raised this concern. 

“That’s what I have you for,” Alice would say. “Klee is fortunate to have such a kindhearted influence like you in her life. If it ever gets to be overwhelming, why not rely on her big brother more?” 

At the mention of him, you dropped the topic. If Alice noticed the change in your demeanor, she didn’t comment on it. She instead elected to discuss a stipend you then respectfully refused. Monetary compensation was the last thing on your mind — you were raised in a community that helped one another because they wanted to. 

You slide a bookmark into the latest novel that caught your interest. Chapter five will have to wait until after you’ve rescued Klee from the strange way the Knights try curbing her behavior. 

Not even a second later, a shadow envelops your form on what is otherwise a sunny day. 

“[First],” a calm voice belonging to a certain alchemist greets. Then there’s a gloved hand held out for you to take. “I assume you’re also going to headquarters?” 

Biting down on your bottom lip, you inspect the choice you’ve been presented with. Presently, you’re sitting in a field of fluffy dandelions, right outside Mondstadt’s gates. This particular gesture is harmless enough. It feels like a concession on your part, but nonetheless, you place your palm in his and he hoists you up from the ground. 

You come eye to eye with Mondstadt’s resident genius, Albedo. 

It isn’t until silence resounds that you realize you should respond.

“Yes, I was just about to walk over there now. How did you…?” 

“I heard about Klee’s predicament. As her guardian, I wanted to smooth things over with Jean.” 

“Of course,” you say a little too hastily. Your eyes flicker downward, to where your hands remain connected. Should you tug it back? The thought doesn’t sit well with you, it’s too flagrant. Fortunately, he notes where your attention lingers, and releases his hold. You pray the relief you feel isn’t too palpable. 

You dust some imaginary dirt off your blouse. “I’ll let you get to it, then. I know you’re busy.” 

“You aren’t planning to come with me?” 

His tone isn’t the slightest bit accusatory, and still, you’re burdened with this burning need to defend yourself. 

“Ah, well, there’s no need for both of us to go, right?” 

“Klee’s missed seeing you around, you’re all she talks about,” The edges of Albedo’s lips tug into a smile. His eyelids then droop ever so slightly, and he tilts his head. “I hope your reluctance isn’t because you’re trying to avoid me.” 

Incredulous, you gape at him, heat flooding your face. He’s impossible to get a read on. If eyes are windows to the soul, then that wall of impenetrable teal might as well be shutters. Most consider Albedo to be aloof and polite enough, if not impersonal. He doesn’t entertain conversations longer than necessary and prefers to be left alone to his own devices. You either pique his interest or you don’t. Depending on the category you land in, he’s more willing to show his wry disposition. 

“I’m joking,” Albedo claims, though his composed visage remains impassive. “You’ve already done plenty for her. You’re under no obligation to do more.” 

This snaps you back to reality. “It isn’t like that. Should we discuss this later? I don’t want Klee to be in that dark closet longer than necessary.” 

He takes a moment to study you. You instantly regret the way your words came out, they were more abrasive than you intended. He didn’t technically say anything to incite your displeasure. From a purely logical standpoint, this rings true every time you’ve talked. You’re never given a justification for the apprehension his presence brings. 

At least with a bad omen, you know what to expect, even if it foretells disaster. There’s a paradoxical comfort that comes from learning certain doom awaits. It is kinder to tell a man he’ll be killed tomorrow than to say he’ll be killed sometime in the future. He’ll rest easier the night total oblivion awaits compared to an agitated lifetime of glancing over his shoulder. True anguish comes not from knowledge, but a lack of it. 

This is the limbo you occupy where Albedo is concerned. A permanent state of inertia that could equally be a product of your overimaginative mind or a legitimate threat. A pendulum swings yet tauntingly, yet never fully settles between the two. 

Albedo finally grants clemency from being held prisoner beneath his stare. 

“You’re right. That takes priority,” he relents. When he’s no longer facing you, he then casually adds, “It’s never good to be kept in the dark.” 

You scrunch your lips to the side and follow him into Mondstadt. 

-

“Big sis?” 

Klee sits before you on a red gingham blanket. The little girl pinky promised not to try playing leapfrog with her bombs in Mondstadt’s main square again, but in return, she wanted an outing with you and Albedo. This request was paired with doe eyes and a pout. Although you had your reservations, this infamous combination easily demolished your defenses. So here you are, sitting beneath the shade of the monumental oak tree in Windrise. For the moment, Albedo is absent, the only sign he’d been here is his easel. He said something about needing a more accurate shade to faithfully paint your hair and took off to his workshop. 

“Hm? What is it, Klee?” 

You continue brushing through her platinum blonde locks. In all the excitement today, her signature hairstyle got entangled in knots. 

“Are you mad at big brother?” She inquires, much to your astonishment. You’re grateful she’s situated in such a way that she can’t see your face. “When he comes back from the snowy mountain, I don’t see you as much.” 

Your grip on the hairbrush tightens. Kids are nothing if not observant. “I’m not mad at him, no. I’ve just been busy lately.” 

“All the fun grownups are always busy,” You can practically hear the way she puffs out her cheeks. “No one can tell stories like you, big sis. The chatty lady with a bird tried, but I couldn’t understand.” 

What’s admittedly a cute anecdote tugs on your heart in a painful way. You do come around less often when Albedo is in town. For the longest time, he seemed content to conduct research for months in the frigid climate of Dragonspine. This allowed your interactions to be few and far between. Lately, however, he’s been hovering around Mondstadt like a storm cloud that refuses to dissipate.

Hence your current predicament: avoiding him meant avoiding Klee. It’s a temporary solution in desperate need of a better fix. 

Not wanting to sully the mood, you extend an offer. “Would you like me to tell you a story now to make up for it?” 

She practically leaps up in excitement. Stars twinkle in her eyes as she wraps her arms around your form, pulling you into a tight hug. You can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. You’ve never found the stories particularly impressive, though Klee would vehemently disagree. It must have to do with your flexibility to retcon Dodoco into every fairytale. He’s been a valiant knight, a mad scientist, an explorer of the sky, and far more. Your humble apartment is decorated with colorful drawings from Klee, depicting these collaborative storytelling efforts. 

Her attention goes up and over your shoulder. “Big bro! Big bro! Big sis is gonna tell a story!” 

He must be back. That was fast. 

“Oh, is that right?” You hear Albedo reply. Klee nods fast enough that it’s a miracle she doesn’t get dizzy. “I had good timing then. It’s been a while since we’ve been treated to a [First] narrative.” 

Is he going to make a point of mentioning that as well? You pay him no mind, instead opting to fix Klee’s hair before she gets too impatient. She sits crisscross, unclasps Dodoco from her backpack, and places him on her lap so he can participate. Meanwhile, Albedo gets to mixing his paints. He’s already roughly sketched various outlines onto the canvas. So far, it’s Klee tugging on your hand, pulling you to some unknown yet fantastical destination. 

Klee once told you her big brother has drawings of you “everywhere” in his laboratory, prolonging the first syllable for emphasis. You still recall how you shuddered upon hearing this revelation. 

“Let’s see… what kind of story would you like to hear, Klee?” 

“A scary story!” 

You knit your eyebrows together. “... A scary story? Are you sure? I don’t want to give you bad dreams.” 

“It’s okay. I have Dodoco and my big brother to protect me,” Klee reassures. “Ms. Lisa told me I can’t check out a scary story until I’m older. She said you’d share one with me instead. Pretty please?” 

That’s one crafty librarian. What is it with the Knights of Favonius and pawning their Klee-related problems off onto you? Your genial nature must lend itself to such dilemmas. After mulling it over a few moments, you arrive at a story that frightened you as a kid, but not excessively so. You’ll still tone down some elements regardless. 

“Once upon a time, there was a poor married couple who lived in the woods. The wife was pregnant with their first child, yet she never had enough to eat. She asked her husband to pick vegetables from a nearby field, believing it’d long been abandoned by its owner, who they never saw. Her husband did as he was asked. He returned with cabbages, carrots, and potatoes. His wife cooked a yummy stew. Full and happy, she no longer had to worry about being hungry. A healthy baby girl was soon born. Their daughter grew up to become a sweet young lady who everyone in the nearby villages loved. Though the family had little, they cherished one another. All seemed well. Until one day, the father went hunting, and came across a man wearing a cloak.” 

Klee’s eyes widen and she leans in closer. 

“The man wearing the cloak revealed himself to be a warlock who had magical powers. He knew that many years ago, the husband had taken vegetables from his garden. The warlock demanded to be paid back for what was stolen. The husband said he had nothing of value. The warlock threatened the husband, saying that he’d place a curse on him and his family for a thousand generations. Unless, that is, he made it right by giving up what he loves most. And there was nothing the husband loved more than his sweet daughter. Left with no other choice, the married couple tearfully gave up their daughter to the warlock.” 

“Oh no!” Klee exclaims in a whisper. “The poor daughter…” 

You nod solemnly in agreement. “And so it was that the daughter was taken to a dark, isolated tower where the sun never shone. The warlock quickly fell in love with the woman, for she was very beautiful and kind. He did everything he could to make the young woman love him too. He gave her the finest jewelry and clothes in the land. Still, she wept bitterly at the sight of him, no matter what he tried. The warlock then thought to use his magic. One night, when he approached her, he created a pretty bundle of the reddest roses from nothing. She—” 

“He made a flower? Like what big brother can do?” 

…

An audible snap can be heard behind you. 

You look over your shoulder to see Albedo holding his paintbrush, which has splintered into two. 

There’s a quiet intensity radiating off him in waves. He’s frowning, though other than that, his countenance remains as unreadable as a tome in a foreign tongue. He ignores you completely and fixes his strange stare on his younger sister. 

“Klee,” he starts in a monotonous voice, “Would you mind running back home and getting me a new paintbrush?” 

“Aw, but big sis is in the middle of her story! I wanna know what happens to the nice girl and evil magic man.” 

“You can find out when you get back. I’d really appreciate your help, Klee.” 

It’s rare that Albedo ever asks for help, much less from her. She promises that she’ll be right back and sets Dodoco onto the picnic blanket, so that “you and big brother won’t get lonely.” She then skips off onto Mondstadt’s main road. Once she’s out of earshot, you stand to your feet, smoothing out the wrinkles on your skirt. 

“Unaware of your own strength, huh?” You ask Albedo, almost absentmindedly. When he doesn’t respond, you swivel on your heel.

The alchemist is scrutinizing his work with a hand on his chin. He must’ve been in the middle of painting your hair when his paintbrush broke, the glossy streaks revealing that it’s still wet. You pull your lips into a straight line. It isn’t like him to zone you out. You’re about to voice a similar sentiment when he finally speaks up. 

“It’s smudged,” he mutters under his breath. 

The impossibly idyllic scene he tried depicting is marred with an imperfection. 

Teal hues scrutinize you next. “Would you be open to changing the tone of the story when Klee returns?” 

“Hm? Why’s that?” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s important that she learns there are people in the world who don’t take no for an answer, always testing the limits of what they can get away with.” 

It’s such a miniscule motion, you almost miss it, but you know for certain his eye twitched. 

“Is that so?” 

The calm waters of his voice obscure the raging tides hidden beneath the surface. Soft tufts of sandy blonde hair brush against his face as a zephyr passes through, rustling nearby branches with it. To be a citizen of Mondstadt and a child of Barbatos means to ascribe importance to the wind. The direction it blows, its strength, and what scents or sounds may come along with it. The Anemo Archon watches over his people with a certain fondness the other gods lack. 

You wonder what it is he’s trying to get across to you. 

“You have that expression again,” Albedo comments. 

“... What expression?” 

“A prey warily eyeing a predator,” he’s walking toward you now. You go stiff yet remain firmly planted. “Attempting to access the threat level and plan accordingly. To fight back, flee, or do nothing. Do you no longer find the last option appealing?”  

The pendulum errs to the side of warning. 

He still isn’t giving you anything substantial. In passing, you’ve heard of Sumeru scholars who spend their entire lives trying to find rare, elusive species. Camouflage is what allows these lifeforms to go undetected for so long. They slip under the researcher’s noses, almost tauntingly, blending into their surroundings and giving the false impression there’s nothing worthwhile to look at. Then the researcher moves on to the next area, frustrated and at a loss. 

Perhaps you came to a conclusion prematurely. A lack of knowledge may be damning, but possessing it and being unable to do anything might be the cruelest fate of all. 

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you just do something already? Say what’s really on your mind?” You seethe in a fit of frustration, jabbing your fingers at his chest. He doesn’t so much as flinch. “You obviously want something from me that I’m not willing to give. Is this some sort of punishment for not feeling the same way you do?” 

“Nothing I do is intended as a punishment on you, [First].” 

“Then what are you doing?” 

“Waiting.” 

You take a step back as if the word had physically pushed you. “What is it you’re waiting for…?” 

Albedo extends his hand into the air. The sensation surrounding him begins slowly, a focusing of energy. He sees the world for what it can be, not what it currently is. A light golden hue emanates from his outstretched palm. You’ve seen him do this enough times to recognize the alchemical process. For a natural like him, overlooking notes or extensive preparation isn’t necessary. Sucrose often impressed upon you just how prodigious Albedo’s abilities are. 

The gold light fades. 

Dark green stems twist into vivacious hues of blood-colored petals. Utilizing his esoteric knowledge, Albedo produced a bundle of red roses from thin air. He takes one, inspects it for thorns, and once he confirms there are none, nestles it gently behind your ear. He sweeps your hair aside with such tenderness that any passerby might mistake you two as lovers. 

Dumbstruck, you accept the bouquet into your hands at his prompting. 

There it is. That mischievous glint, flickering in his eyes briefly, just long enough to burn. It extinguishes before you can gauge how dangerous the fire will one day become. 

“Finish the story and maybe you’ll find out.” 

#albedo x reader #yandere albedo x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #my stuff #commissions

[hobisstar]

What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader V Last Part

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol. This has been absolutely fun to write for you guys! Im so happy how much love it had gotten over the past month since ive been writing it! I love you all so so much! Enjoy!

Its been about two years since Jungkook decided to let yn go on her own! So far, yn has become the owner of the coffee shop, has opened up plenty of them across Asia and plans to open some in The Untied States.

Life has been looking absolutely beautiful for yn! But heres the thing.

Bodies have been discovered. Fresh bodies. Of course going through what she went through with Jungkook, she feared that this was his doing. That the so called hobby has now reached the news channels. Though it says that the crimes has been in only England, it was still capability of it being Jungkook.

“Yn! Are you even listening? Im telling you Namjoon wants to take you on a date!” Joy, yns now close friend that she has gained from opening the coffee shops.

“Sorry, but i dont think im ready to date. The last guy was for 5 years and it didn’t turn out well in the end.” Yn mumbled looking over at the tv that was on the crime scene of the killings.

But what was showed, made yns blood run cold.

What was at the crime scene was dandelions.

The flowers that Jungkook always used to gift her on days he felt like we did something wrong. He would cut the steam off and just leave the flowers to never be able to grow again.

Was he…back?

It was closing time and of course yn being the owner, she decided that it was her duty to close every single night.

But tonight, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As everyone was leaving she saw a guy with a big hoodie on taking his time to clean up his mess on the table. Putting his crumbs inside a napkin then taking the napkin and closing it tightly then throwing it out.

yn watched from behind the counter taking containers from the counter and putting them on the shelf behind her.

This mysterious guy has been coming in everyday. Same time. She never serves him but she knows Joy does and she hates serving him. ‘His glare, it can kill.’ She would say when describing the eyes of this mysterious man.

While cleaning she saw the guy get up and come up to the counter.

Face mask on and glasses… sun glasses.

Its night time.

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Thats what yn left it as. “ Hi sorry we are about to close soon so im gonna have to ask you to leave..” is what she was aiming to say but once she turned around she saw he just left a napkin with hand writing on it.

She grabbed it and began to read it:

“Hi baby! Oh its been such a long time, oh how i miss you. Our child also misses you. 2 years right? That is let you go? Ah, I remember something. Today is our anniversary! Our now 7 year anniversary. Im picking you up at 11! Be ready!

JJK,”

Yn was at this point shaking. Fear took over her body but was trying to hide it. She wasnt doing such a good job at that. As much as she wanted to call the cops, get him arrested, she knew that those cops had no chance in trying to get Jungkook.

Hed kill them all in the blink of an if he even knew that they talked to yn.

When yn got home she didnt let the fact go that when she got there she obviously saw Jungkooks car right outside her town house.

Mind you this is the 5th time this year she has moved. None of the reasons dealing with Kook but they definitely where personal reasons.

She braced herself, once she goes inside her home, Jungkook will be inside.

She could call the cops and run away from home then go to Jins house.

Actually now that Yn thought about it, what if Jin had something to do with it? He was always to calm for her liking honestly. Why was he always just so calm with him? I mean he explained it yes, hes seen it for so many years but why didnt he at least call the cops? Then again was the cops really gonna help him?

Entering the home, it felt like deja vu. Coming home on anniversary and Jungkook was cooking their favorite shared dish.

Spaghetti! Yn liked it because it was delicious and Jungkook probably like it because it reminded him of blood.

“My love! You are right on time! The Spaghetti is hot and ready to be platted. Get comfortable and come eat”

He didn’t need to turn around for yn to know that it was actually him. He colored his tattoos, became more swoll and also cut his long hair.

Yn didnt change anything or didnt get comfortable since this was all just too much for her.

‘Keep calm and go with his plan, yn.’ Thats all she kept telling herself.

Though what was his plan? Drug her? Kill her?

Well, none of those. He wanted her back. If that meant living in this house with her, then so be it. Jin had Bam so, they’d have plenty of time together.

Finally he sat down with two plates of spaghetti and there he was in all his glory.

He had the cockiest smirk while toying with his now new lip ring before sitting down across from yn.

“ Fucking finally, i have you again.”

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungguk #jungkook yandere series #jungkook yandere #yandere bts #yandere!jungkook #hobisstar writes #jungkook ff #jk bts #jeon jk #spooktober

[circyexistforcontent]

DRUNK SNUGGLES WITH GOD READER

❀ synopsis- Diluc watches behind the bar counter as their Millenia old lover drinks liquor like they're going to die tomorrow. Basically a Diluc x Reader.

❀ pronouns- none specified

Diluc wonders if Gods have some sort of special connection with wine, or any sort of alcoholic drink that exists. Have the archons maybe inherited their drinking habits from you? He sighs as he hands you another glass of dandelion wine, watching as you giggle at the sight of melting ice.

It was a few years ago when you descended back to Teyvat, festivals have been a regular occurrence when you so much as step foot in another nation. Your acolytes have been trailing you with their tails tucked between their legs, and panic when you disappear from their line of sight. Their behavior was suffocating, so you would sometimes sneak away from your chambers and shapeshift into a civilian.

That was how he met you, when you had too many drinks you accidentally shifted back to your original form when Diluc was going to kick you out of the bar. He let you sleep in his room that night and the morning after he was on his knees begging for your forgiveness. These meet-ups soon became a routine, when Zhongli wasn't looking you would teleport to a secluded area and shapeshift to a civilian and visit Diluc at the dawn winery.

He knows he should stop you soon, he wouldn't want another accident to happen because you drank a little too much. He didn't want Dawns Winery to teleport in the middle of the ocean again just because he left you unsupervised. It was a long process to make you sober enough to fix the problem and you'll try not to cause more accidents. So when you were in your 20th bottle he approached you.

"Your grace, you are drinking too much again," Diluc said as he gently took the bottle from your grasp. You just continued giggling, doodling smiley faces with the puddle of wine on the counter.

"No, I'm not~ I only drank a few glasses." You said as you try to sit up from your chair, only to fall face-first on the ground. Diluc immediately helped you up from the floor, slinging your arm over his shoulder as you continue to laugh through the pain.

Diluc could feel his heart quicken its pace when you lean into him for support, he could feel your hot breath brush at the back of his neck. All his childhood, he has been taught that you are the divine creator, a god above all gods. But seeing you in this state almost makes him believe you are just another drunk yard.

But he knows better, he had the privilege to talk to you casually every time you visit the winery. You were eloquent with your wording, each word that came out of your mouth was spoken with grace. He could feel the kindness seeping out of your form whenever you talked about the people of Teyvat.

He was taking more than he should from you, from talking freely with you to touching you and leading him to sleep in his room. He knows this would be heinous in the eyes of your other followers, goodness knows what your acolytes will do once they discover this. But he allows himself to indulge in his selfishness.

He gently lays you down in his bed, placing some blankets on your form. He was about to leave before your weak voice was heard across the room.

"Love? Is that you?" You tumorously ask.

"Where are you going?" Diluc was confused. Love? Did you think he was your lover? Did you use to have a lover?

"Love, please stay with me. We don't spend as much time together..." You weakly said, trying to get out of bed. Diluc quickly made his way towards you, stopping you from leaving.

"Your grace please don't stand up, you'll fall over again."

"I already told you not to call me that Love." There you go again, calling him that pet name.

"I'm not your lover, your grace." He simply said. You wrap your arms around his own, pulling him as close to you as possible.

"Don't be like that Love, I know it's you. I can tell it's you with the way you look." You twirl his hair with your fingers.

"The way you talk." Your fingers brush against his lips.

"The way you breathe." He can feel your breath brush on his ear, sending a shiver through his spine. He can feel his mind get drunk at the sensation, his vision feeling hazy.

"Sleep beside me Love, it's been a while." He snapped out of his trance as he looked at you like you just grew several limbs.

"Your grace you know I can't-"

"Why not?" You ask innocently, tilting your head. How can he explain to a drunk god that he can't sleep beside them? He knows he's indulging in his selfish desires, but to sleep beside the divine creator would be blasphemy. He wouldn't dare to do such an act.

"You're being too tense, it's not like we're gonna do anything." Before he can refuse you toss him over your shoulder as he fell to the soft cushions of his mattress. You snuggle next to him before he can quickly leave, burying your face on his shoulder.

He can feel his cheeks bloom a shade of pink as he struggles to escape your grip. All you did was giggle as you start to pepper his face with chaste kisses. After a few attempts of leaving he submits to you, deciding that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

He leans into you until both your foreheads were touching, he can smell the familiar scent of dandelion wine coming from your lips. Without realizing you slowly shifted back to your original form, and your [H/C] locks slowly appeared back. His breath hitched, you were beautiful. Seeing you like this feels illegal.

But then again, he broke the law before. What's the difference now?

"I miss being here with you..." You said breathlessly, playing with his red hair as he hums in response. He closes his eyes to relax, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. You closed your eyes as well, letting the familiar sensation of rest engulf you.

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[snekjoy]

I genuinely can't believe that the rannett windblume thing happened, like???

They get trapped in a cage together, which is just. Such a romcom trope and then while they're there Bennett gives Razor all his food because he's worried for him ANS THEN THEY WRITE A LOVE POEM TOGETHER

Like it's not even me going "Oh this is a love poem bc I say so" THE POINT IS THEY WERE WRITING LOVE POEMS, TRAVELLER SAID IT WAS FULL OF ROMANCE, AND

THE POEM IS ABOUT RAZOR

"You and the Mare Jivari

So close and yet so far

One at the edge of the world

The other in the center of my heart

Wolfhook and dandelion

My Windblume offering to you."

That's so fucking romantic and Bennett needed another windblume to use than dandelion so what does he do? Think of another flower himself, like his ascension mats or something? NO HE ASKS RAZOR AND PUTS RAZOR'S WINDBLUME INTO THE POEM!

People's choice of windblume is a personal thing!! Most Mondstadters have their own idea of what the windblume is so Bennett including Razor's choice (which is entirely unconventional in that it's not a flower and is only in Wolvendom) makes the poem so personalised to Razor!! He could even have said Windwheel asters or something bc those are his ascension flowers but NO! He made the poem about Razor's Windblume choice!! (And his ascension mats)

Let me ask you: if someone is giving someone else a windblume and they choose a Wolfhook, would you assume that the person receiving or giving the Wolfhook is the one character we know to live in Wolvendom, aka the only place Wolfhooks grow? Yeah you would assume that wouldn't you, so why is Bennett writing about giving someone a Wolfhook as windblume in a romantic context if it's not about Razor???

And then the most damning piece of evidence: RAZOR SAID THE POEM MADE HIM FEEL WARM AND TINGLY!! GAYASS

And don't think I didn't notice that the first few lines of the poem are about the contrast between the emotional and physical difference between the person the poem is about and Bennett. Razor lives in Wolvendom, putting him physically distant from Bennett, but they're "friends" anyway!! They hang out!! They write love poems about each other!! Bennett speaks to Razor in a way softer voice than anyone else!! They're close!!

Also, while Bennett was writing this poem he was "so close and yet so far" from Razor because they were IN THE SAME CAGE BUT DIFFERENT COMPARTMENTS. That makes them close, but unable to actually be next to each other!!

Also, after this, Venti says the poem is good and invites Bennett back to go to a bar and celebrate. Bennett declines, not because he doesn't like drinking or because he has some vague other thing to do but because he wants to go explore with Razor specifically. They then disappear and appear next in the cutscene, where Bennett is teaching Razor all about adventuring and says "WE need to bring more food next time, or you'll go hungry!" HE MEANS THEY'RE GONNA CONTINUE TO HANG OUT AND THAT THE NEXT TIME WILL BE WITH RAZOR AND HE WANTS TO ACCOMMODATE FOR RAZOR'S QUIRKS LIKE HOW HE CAN EAT LOADS AND STILL BE HUNGRY!! HE'S MAKING CHANGES TO HIS OWN LIFE TO BETTER FIT RAZOR!!

And Razor also makes changes for Bennett!! He doesn't like loud stuff or people who talk too much (which makes me think he's autistic but we move that's a different post) and the reason he was at the Thousand Winds Temple in the first place was because Wolvendom was too loud! This establishes he struggles with loud noises, or the fact that the hunters in Wolvendom talk too much.

BENNETT TALKS A LOT. Just saying

Also, in the cutscene for that Windblume, they're headed into the city. We know the city is filled with people, especially during a festival, probably way more people than Wolvendom, but he still goes because Bennett is there. He's following Bennett into somewhere that makes him uncomfortable, which means he trusts him already!!

Also, in his voiceline about Bennett, he says he talks a lot. He acknowledges that Bennett talks a lot but he doesn't have an issue with it! He says "eat with him, never full" which could either mean Bennett keeps stopping to talk or that Razor doesn't want to stop hanging out, so he's never full because he doesn't want to be done with the meal. It could also mean that he's never "full" or sick of Bennett's talking which is just adorable.

Also, in the susbedo event, Paimon asks Bennett where Razor is, meaning whenever she sees Bennett she expects to see Razor. You realise this means they probably hang out so often people see them as a pair? Inseparable?

IN CONCLUSION they're so in love they're basically canon, they have so many signs and hints and stuff that suggests they're way closer to each other than anyone else. Basically whenever we see one of them, they're with the other or the other one is close behind. They're so in love u guys

#this isn't me claiming they're canon btw #I'm theorizing basically #but i think this is way further than just a normal friendship #genshin impact #rannett #benzor #razor x bennett #bennett x razor #genshin razor #genshin bennett #razor genshin impact #bennett genshin impact #caps #long post

[tuulikannel]

I was bored and played around with the incorrect quote generator. The names I put in: Nagisa, Karma, Gakushuu. Some of these fit really well, some are pure crack. All pairings at least hinted at, I think XD

Nagisa: What do you think Karma will do for a distraction? Gakushuu: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. Building explodes and several car alarms go off Gakushuu: … or they could do that.

Nagisa: Hey, Karma? Can I get some dating advice? Karma: Just because I’m with Gakushuu doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Nagisa: If Karma and I were drowning, who would you save? Gakushuu: You two can’t swim? Karma: It’s a hypothetical question, Gakushuu! who would you save? Gakushuu: My time and effort.

Nagisa, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Karma: You did WHAT– Gakushuu: William Snakepeare

Nagisa: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Karma: The car takes a screenshot. Gakushuu: For the last time, get the fuck out.

Nagisa: Karma and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Gakushuu: Sighing What did Karma do? Nagisa: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and… Karma: Who wants a steering wheel?

Nagisa: Gakushuu and I are having a baby. Karma: That's gre- Nagisa, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

Nagisa: Karma, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean? Karma: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later Nagisa: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Gakushuu.

Nagisa: What did you do with Gakushuu's body? Karma: What didn’t I do with the body? Nagisa: Karma: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

Nagisa: Are you sure this is the right direction? Karma: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest! Gakushuu: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Nagisa: Tell Karma about the birds and the bees. Gakushuu: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

Nagisa: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness. Karma: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you. Gakushuu: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

Nagisa, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. Karma: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? Nagisa: Orange soda, please! Karma: I'll have the strawberry soda. Gakushuu: Me too, strawberry soda. Nagisa:

Nagisa: HELP! I TOLD GAKUSHUU I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Karma, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Nagisa: If you had to choose between Karma and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Gakushuu: That depends, how much money are we taking about? Karma: Gakushuu! Nagisa: 63 cents. Gakushuu: I'll take the money. Karma: GAKUSHUU!!!

Nagisa: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Karma: The cow??? Nagisa: What? Gakushuu: Karma, W H Y?

Nagisa: I know you snuck out last night, Karma. Gakushuu: Play dumb! Karma: Who's Karma? Gakushuu: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

Nagisa: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Karma: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Nagisa: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Gakushuu: edible

Nagisa: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Karma: Just rip the bandage off. Nagisa: It’s Gakushuu. Karma: Put the bandage back on.

#assassination classroom #incorrect assassination classroom #shiota nagisa #akabane karma #asano gakushuu #karushuu #karmagisa #gakunagi

[bambirex]

Tell It With Your Heart

Pairing: Geraskier

Characters: Jaskier/Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia

Additional tags: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, acts of kindness, soft Geralt of Rivia, soft Jaskier/Dandelion, getting together, domestic fluff, friends to lovers

Word count: 2,504

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: While Jaskier always says what's on his mind, Geralt works a little differently. That doesn't mean he cannot tell Jaskier how he feels - he just does that without words.

Author's notes: for @wren-of-the-woods!! Wren, dear, we've talked so much about the different love languages the Witcher characters would have, and we both agreed Geralt's would be acts of service, so I had to gift this to you! I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for brainstorming with me ❤️

It's really nice finally being back with some fluff! There's a scene that might be familiar to some as it's directly taken from the Spirit cartoon hehe

Read on Ao3

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Geralt wasn't a man of many words, Jaskier was well aware of that. For the first few months that they've spent traveling together, Jaskier was mostly met with grunts and an awful lot of "hm"s, and if Geralt has graced him with a sentence consisting of more than three words, Jaskier was practically over the moon.

It wasn't because he was dumb as many people believed witchers to be: Geralt was very intelligent, he was just simply very closed-off. He had many walls pulled up around his heart, protecting him from the harshness of the world. Armor on his body and on his soul, Jaskier mused about it one day.

It took a while for Jaskier to understand Geralt. The bard was very talkative, has been that way all his life: he's talked his way out of the worst situations, has seduced his lovers with his kind words, and has made himself a name with his poetry. For him, it was hard to imagine there were ways to talk without using words, until he met Geralt.

That was why he needed some time to put the pieces together after the first time Geralt has returned with two rabbits dangling over his shoulders one day.

It was a couple of months after Jaskier's joined Geralt on the path. Money was scarce, and so the food was too, and Jaskier may have complained a little about being hungry. Geralt has growled at him that if he wanted to eat, he was more than welcome to go and find food for himself. Jaskier decided it was wiser if he didn't do that on his own.

When Geralt told him to stay in one place while he disappeared into the woods, Jaskier was sure Geralt has left him behind. He cursed himself for being so stupid to whine about being hungry while he knew right well that Geralt was working his ass off trying to gather enough for the both of them. Now he really did it, he annoyed Geralt to the point that he wouldn't come back for him.

But Geralt returned, with one tiny, scrawny rabbit and a large, fat one. He did not say a single word, he just sat down on a tree trunk and started skinning them. Jaskier stood there confused, anxiously rubbing his fingers together while Geralt got to cooking the meat.

Once he was done, he handed Jaskier the much bigger rabbit. It smelled deliciously, and Jaskier noticed that Geralt cooked his rabbit so much better than his own, Jaskier's meat being pink and juicy, while Geralt's looking bony and half raw.

"We can share mine, I won't be able to eat all of this anyway," Jaskier offered. Geralt shook his head, not even looking up as he started tearing at his own food.

"You need it more than me," was all he said. Jaskier tried a couple more times, but Geralt refused his offer.

"Thank you," Jaskier said softly when they were done eating. His stomach was full, and he felt warm and comfortable. Maybe it was the post-lunch daze that made him see things that weren't there, but it seemed like Geralt looked satisfied as he watched Jaskier rest a hand on his full belly.

*

The night was cold, possibly the coldest all winter. They were refused from every single inn. Things seemed more hopeless than ever, and the night was slowly creeping up on them. Jaskier pulled his furs tighter around his body, his teeth chattering loudly as they wandered around, trying to find a place to rest.

They eventually found a tiny stable. It was an old, ragged building, not very warm and the hay was dusty and dry, but it was better than nothing.

Geralt placed both their blankets over the hay, then gestured at Jaskier to lie down on them. Jaskier raised an eyebrow in question.

"What about you?"

"Lie down, Jaskier."

Jaskier did, but his confusion remained as Geralt took his own fur off and laid it over him.

"Geralt, you're going to be cold," Jaskier protested. He tried to hand the fur back, but Geralt threw it back at him.

"Burrow in," Geralt said. He leaned down and wrapped the furs around Jaskier as tight as he could, cocooning him until he was as warm as he could be. "It's only going to get colder. I'll be okay."

"Geralt," Jaskier sighed, "please. I don't want you to freeze to death. At least... come a little closer, then?"

Jaskier could swear he saw a hint of a blush on Geralt's cheeks. The witcher hesitated for a moment before he lay next to Jaskier, shifting close enough that their sides touched.

It was the best sleep Jaskier has gotten in weeks. He felt safe and warm against Geralt's side, who seemed to have shifted even closer to him during the night. Jaskier didn't mind, not even a little bit.

*

"Oh, this is really pretty," Jaskier sighed dreamily, "very lovely."

"It would look marvelous on you," the vendor mused as he held up the necklace for Jaskier. The thin golden chain glimmered in the candlelight. The medallion, forming a tiny bird, dangled off the vendor's hand.

"That's so kind of you to say, but it's a bit expensive," Jaskier sighed. He fell in love with that necklace the second he's laid his eyes on it, but they weren't here to buy jewelry with the small amount of coins they had. Geralt was browsing the shelves for the necessary supplies they needed for the path. He had his back to Jaskier, but Jaskier was sure he was rolling his eyes over Jaskier's ridiculous love for pretty jewelry.

Jaskier tried not to show his disappointment when they left the shop. He stared down at his boots and bit his lip, imagining how that necklace would have looked on him.

They barely even made a few meters when Geralt abruptly turned around.

"I forgot something," he said, all but storming back in the shop.

He was back soon, holding a tiny bag in his hand. Jaskier eyed it curiously.

"What is it? Something for Roach?"

Geralt cleared his throat a little awkwardly before he squeezed out a "no". Then, he gave the bag to Jaskier.

"It's mine?"

"It's yours."

"Well, that should be interesting," Jaskier chuckled softly as he peeled the bag open. He let out a loud gasp when he saw what was inside.

"Geralt..." Jaskier whispered, his throat constricting around the words. "You shouldn't have..."

"I know you liked it," Geralt replied. He didn't look at Jaskier, instead stared at a small rock on the ground. He kicked it, watching it roll away as if it was the most interesting thing he has ever seen. "So, there."

Jaskier suddenly didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to run back to the shop and give it back, he wanted to berate Geralt for spending so much on something so useless, but he also wanted to sob and throw himself into Geralt's arms.

He did the latter, clutching Geralt so hard that the witcher let out a surprised huff. Jaskier buried his face in Geralt's neck, his eyes welling up with tears.

"I don't know why you're being so kind to me," Jaskier whispered, "you shouldn't have to do all this for me."

"I should," Geralt said. He brought up a hand and placed it onto Jaskier's back, a slightly awkward but very endearing attempt at a hug. "You're welcome."

*

Jaskier sat in the grass, scribbling in his notebook while Geralt sat next to him, working on his bestiary. It was a nice and comfortable way to spend time together: just being close to each other, both working on their own thing while not having to be alone. As years have passed, Jaskier has learned to appreciate these moments. He used to think of them as boring, awkward silence, but now he understood just how precious it was to be together like this.

He glanced over at Geralt. The witcher was deeply lost in his thoughts, a furrow between his brows, his face half-covered by his hair. Jaskier felt his heart flutter just looking at him.

Geralt must have sensed he was staring, because he looked up, shooting Jaskier a questioning look. Jaskier quickly looked away, redirecting his eyes upwards to the tree above them and pretending like he hasn't been staring at Geralt for the past few minutes- and the past decade, really.

He spotted a beautifully ripe apple on one of the branches above him. It was harsh red and perfectly round. Jaskier could imagine the taste of it on his tongue.

"When I was young," he started, speaking more to himself than Geralt, "I would always pick at fruits while I was working on a song. I would lie belly down on the grass, scribbling with one hand and stuffing my face with the other."

"Did it help you create better?"

"I don't know. It was a nice habit. And at least I didn't forget to eat while I was writing. I tend to do that."

"I know," there was an almost soft tone to Geralt's voice. It made Jaskier smile.

Jaskier peered up at the apple again. It sat on a high branch, and there was no way Jaskier would have reached it, even if he jumped for it. He decided he'd rather just wait until a fruit fell on the ground.

He picked up his notebook again. He didn't manage to write the next sentence down, because from the corner of his eye, he saw a quick movement that made him look up.

Jaskier's jaw dropped when he saw Geralt jumping up so high, it looked like he was practically flying. Taking good advantage of his advanced strength and reflexes, Geralt grabbed the apple from the branch before he landed again on the ground with a soft thud.

He opened his palm and showed the apple to Jaskier, making him snort.

"Way to humiliate me, Geralt," Jaskier rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry I can't fly. I didn't even know witchers could do that. Eh. Show-off."

"No," Geralt reached out again. "I got it for you."

"For me?" Jaskier whispered in awe. He stared at the apple in Geralt's hand, then up at Geralt. He blinked at him in surprise. Geralt hummed.

"Do you not want it?"

"I do," Jaskier replied. The muscles in his face ached as his lips curled into a wide smile. His heart swelled so big in his chest, he was worried it would burst. "But only if I can share it with you."

"Alright," Geralt concluded. His own lips twitched into a smile as he reached into his satchel, looking for a dagger.

Their knees touched as they sat, passing apple slices between each other. Once again, Jaskier found it hard to look at anywhere but Geralt's face, that lovely face that looked so content now, Jaskier wished he could kiss it.

*

The years have officially caught up to Jaskier. He wasn't old, not by any means, but he wasn't exactly young either. He started to tire out easier, his legs aching after having to walk so long. His joints often creaked and popped when he stood up, and to his absolute horror, he even noticed a gray hair at his temple.

"I don't mean to complain... well, I kind of do. I know it must be hard being a witcher but at least your lower back doesn't try to kill you if you sit a little weird for a few minutes!"

Jaskier groaned as he sunk into the water. The warmth felt heavenly for his tired bones, his cramping muscles easing up slowly as he leaned back in the tub. He rested his head against the edge, letting out a big sigh.

"And I'm only thirty-five!"

"You're thirty-eight, Jaskier."

"It's awfully rude to bring up a lady's age, Geralt!"

"You brought it up first. And you're not a lady."

"No, I'm an old man," Jaskier whined pathetically, closing his eyes. "I'm withering away."

His eyes snapped open again when he felt a touch against his shoulder. He twisted around to see Geralt standing behind the tub.

"Relax," Geralt told him. Before Jaskier could ask what he meant, Geralt pressed his thumb into a sore spot gently, making Jaskier keen in his throat.

"Heavens," he sighed, "this is incredible."

Geralt hummed, a pleased little sound. He ground the heel of his hand into the knots in the back of Jaskier's neck, drawing content little noises out of him.

Jaskier couldn't help but grin when he smelled the chamomile oil. He wanted to make a joke about the tables turning, but he could only manage a blissful moan when Geralt massaged the oil into his skin.

"You know, you do an awful lot of things for me," Jaskier pointed out. "You take care of me a lot."

"You take care of me as well."

"Yes, but it's different for you, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking," Jaskier admitted. He let out another happy sigh as Geralt rubbed over his shoulder. "I had a lot of time to do that in the past fifteen years or so. You're not very talkative. Sometimes, when you're in the right mood, you talk a bit more. But even then, not as much as me."

Jaskier could hear the grin in Geralt's voice when he said "No one can talk as much as you."

Jaskier snorted. "Alright, maybe the comparison is a little unfair. But my point is, I've told you many times that I love you. You just never seemed to hear me. And I was wondering if it was because you didn't want to hear it, or because your way of telling me is much different."

Geralt's hands stilled. Jaskier turned back, glaring up into amber eyes.

"You're doing all of this for me, buying me things, feeding me, spoiling me, because you don't know how else to tell me."

He reached for Geralt's hand. He smiled when Geralt - even though a little tentatively - laced their fingers together.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to understand your language," Jaskier said softly, "but I get it now. I mean... I get it, right? Oh, gods, it would be very awkward if I misinterpreted this and..."

He didn't get to finish his rambling as Geralt pressed their lips together, his hand still holding Jaskier's. Jaskier felt like melting into the warm water as Geralt kissed him, a little too careful for Jaskier's taste, but so perfectly like no one else could.

"Are you happy?" Geralt asked as he pulled back. Jaskier definitely didn't just imagine the flush on his cheeks this time.

"Very," Jaskier grinned. He kissed the back of Geralt's hand, holding it against his cheek for a moment. "I love you."

Geralt leaned down to kiss him again, carding his fingers through Jaskier's damp hair. Very quietly, very gently, he said the same thing against Jaskier's lips.

#geraskier #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #geraskier fanfiction #geraskier fic #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier

[h-c-u]

I see forever in your eyes

Summary: Evolution of the relationship, ended with a bit of fluff in the end ;)

Pairing: Tom Cruise x fem!reader

W/C: 1.6k

Rating: PG | Age Gap

TWs: None

Dedication: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @malavera :) Something in a conversation with her gave the idea for the last few paragraphs, and the rest kind of materialised out of it's own free will.

A/N: I don't usually write RPFs, so it's a bit new for me, but I like the challenge :)

Masterlist | List of tags | Dandelions - Ruth B.

Being engaged to a movie star had its ups and downs.

Even though Tom did everything in his power to keep as much of your private life, well... private, he couldn't stop the press and paparazzi from trying to squeeze anything and everything they possibly could from the crumbs that he didn't manage to hide. And honestly... you didn't care. As long as you had him with you all the crazy theories and speculations didn't matter, and even more - few of them were actually funny. There was one that said that he literally bought you when he was visiting a 3rd world country... And another that said that you hypnotized him with your super-psychology powers, because how else you could have landed one of the most recognizable celebrities?

It didn't help that you were so much younger than him, which only fed them more... There were caricatures of him as a grandpa and you as a baby, sworn testimonies from people neither of you knew that he groomed you when you were still underage, and your personal favorite - a couple who pretended to be your parents, trying to convince the police and press that Tom kidnapped and brainwashed you, is abusing you and that they just want their little girl back home. As if you weren't almost 30. And you actually had to entertain the last idea for a bit, because even though there was no relationship between you and the crazy couple, you and Tom were still placed under observation for a week.

Sure, it wasn't the easiest, and you hated seeing Tom get angry at every ridiculous rumor. But one gentle touch from you was enough for all that negativity to disappear, and you loved watching him instantly relax just because you placed your hand on his shoulder. Or cupped his face. Or placed a soft kiss on the top of his head...

With time both of you learned that it was actually better for you to be in a public eye right next to him. The press couldn't say that he was abusing you if you were seen in a backless dress with slits up your thighs and there were no visible bruises. They couldn't accuse him of grooming you when you look nothing like the child they painted you to be. Sure, there still were wild theories, but not as aggressive as at the beginning, when there were only a few blurred pictures of you two together. And there were more and more articles talking about how much you loved each other with pictures of him looking at you with that relaxed expression, when you were holding hands, or when he was kissing your hand while someone managed to snatch a picture.

He wanted to take you with him to work, but that wasn't something that you wanted to do every day. Sure, you could fly with him whenever he was leaving the country and occasionally visit the set to meet his friends and co-stars, but you much rather focus on doing something else.

Since you had a Ph.D. in developmental psychology, you weren't exactly able to find a job in your field, and it was weighing on you, because you've spent so much time studying and doing research in a field you were deeply passionate about, only to have to choose between it and the man you loved. Because there was no chance that you would risk files of your patients being leaked to the press, which was a real possibility if you started working as a therapist while being engaged (and soon to be married) to one Mr. Tom Cruise. He would have never asked you to choose though, and it was a burden you were carrying alone because you didn't want to worry him.

But even if he didn't know exactly why he knew that something was wrong... So he helped you find something that you could do while he was on set, which was charity work. And of course, the press jumped on that with headlines like "Tom Cruise's latest fling gets HER way with HIS money". It didn't matter that you never touched his fortune... And instead of focusing on collecting money, you were finding local companies who were willing to donate their time or products to communities they were already close to. It was much easier than you first assumed because your name was linked with your fiancee's in every google search, and you were basically promoting those companies just by association.

And when you eventually started giving interviews to get ahead of any nasty rumors, there was a lot of venom from your interviewers. But because you basically had a degree from human behavior, it didn't take you long to understand what exactly most of them were after, and you were skilfully flipping the script in your favor, using their own words against them, to the point that few articles accused you of demanding the questions before the interview. You were happy to prove them wrong again and again. It was fun, dueling people who started with pure resentment towards you and ended up supporting your cause.

And as it turned out, you had a knack for it.

Eventually, the word about your agenda carried and you had to hire people to help you manage all the companies that wanted to join your cause, and only after four months you were running a full-blown non-profit, that matched companies willing to donate surplus of their products to people who needed it most. And it grew more and more every week to the point, when finally when you were out with Tom, you were asked about something other than who you were wearing, and what it was like being with such a famous actor.

And he was your number one cheerleader. Not only by praising you in every interview he did, but also by including you in the conversation, and encouraging you to talk about your latest projects. Logically you knew that you wouldn't be able to grow as much that quickly without his name associated with yours, even if he was purposefully staying away from the charity, not wanting to take the light that was shining brightly on you.

It took a while, but the venom slowly disappeared from the headlines, replaced by your latest pictures full of affection and speculation if you had already gotten married, and if not - was the date set up.

And now you were standing in front of the venue where there was another award afterparty, you were mostly alone in the area where you were supposed to wait for your turn in front of all the cameras, with only a few other people, who - if you were completely honest - you didn't recognize. You still had a few minutes without all the flashes and millions of questions. He was holding your hand in his, with your fingers intertwined, and just looked at you. In his eyes you were the most beautiful creature on this planet, nothing could even compare. You eventually gently put your head on his shoulder, stealing a moment of intimacy from all the reporters. You were careful not to transfer any makeup to his grey suit, even though you knew he didn't care.

With Tom so close, and a subtle scent of his cologne surrounding you, it was extremely easy to forget that showing up here tonight was more of an obligation than an actual date. And as if someone somewhere heard your thoughts, speakers started playing one of your favorite songs, Dandelions, which you started humming with a giant smile on your face. And as soon as Tom realized what was happening, he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and changed the way he was holding your hand, so he was able to twirl you, and you immediately followed his lead, because at this point no words were necessary to communicate. You came back to him with another twirl, and he was already waiting for you, ready to put his hand on your shoulder blade, and as soon as he did that, you put yours on his shoulder, and off you went.

It was extremely easy to slip into the steps of the waltz you were following so many times in the privacy of your home, far from any prying eyes. And it wasn't a complicated choreography, but with your flowy dress, every twirl, every turn, every switch looked magnificent. You let Tom lead, and you closed your eyes, imagining that you were far away from here, letting him steer you away from anyone who was waiting for their turn to go to the red carpet. 

Every move either of you made was meant to compliment the other person... He was your ornate frame, and you were the painting within it... And together you were a masterpiece. You opened your eyes again, just to catch him doing the same, and you couldn't stop the giant smile climbing onto your face. It was so easy to forget why you were here, with his beautiful green eyes so intensely focused on yours, because everything else faded when you were together, and you hoped that this would never change.

But eventually, someone loudly said his and your name, calling you to the red carpet, and one look from Tom told you exactly what he planned to do, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud, and let him lead you, still waltzing, to the red carpet, giving reporters a small glimpse into your real life. You were immediately attacked with a cacophony of screams and flashes, but none of that mattered. Right now there was only him and you, twirling your way to the center of the carpet. Because you were focused on only one point in space, you didn't even get dizzy when you finally stopped.

He let your waist go and placed a small kiss on your hand, and pulled you closer, so both of you could take your rehearsed, photograph-worthy poses, and come back to reality. 

P.S.: For the choreography I thought about something like this set of course to this song The tempo is really similar, so you can open both at the same time and mute the dance video while the song will play in the background :)

#my writing #RPF fanfiction #Tom Cruise x reader #tom cruise x female reader #🖤 #tom cruise fanfiction

[m1d-45]

I’m sorry, I can’t keep this scenario to myself any longer. Parade of Providence got me thinking about this again so I’m going to try and avoid saying things that have not already been said here.

- cryo anon

>>>>>

Bringing back the Kaeya-main-Creator-who-asked-to-be-erased-from-Irminsul idea, with the following premises:

- The Creator could not be completely erased from Irminsul as they are an intrinsic part of the world. As a result, they are physically stuck there. Like the Traveller, they retain their knowledge and memories.

- While the concept of a Creator could not be erased, all knowledge of said Creator was successfully erased. The world essentially returns to the beginning state where it is waiting for said Creator to grace them with their presence.

- The impostor has disappeared. There’s no trace of them having ever existed.

So given all that, imagine the following:

The Creator (you) wake up fully expecting to be back home, but you find yourself back where the game first started, on the beach below Starsnatch Cliff. You are disappointed, but unsurprised.

As you were lost in thought about next steps and contingency plans, you were spotted by a knight on patrol. You quickly try to come up with an excuse about why you weren’t in Sumeru like you were supposed to be. Before you could say anything, however, the knight expresses their genuine concern about you, and you realise during the conversion that they have no idea who you are.

Your curiosity piqued, you take the knight on their offer to escort you to the city. There, you learn that while the concept of a Creator exists, all knowledge of them has disappeared. You quickly realise that this means you’re stuck in Teyvat for the foreseeable future. At least you’re not being hunted anymore.

You also quickly realise that you need some form of income to continue to stay in the city. You end up becoming an apprentice bartender at Angel’s Share. You still wanted to be close to your beloved characters, and if you could also help a few people (Kaeya/Venti) to drink responsibly, all the better.

You turn out to be an incredibly popular bartender. Your drinks are amazing, and you are kind and approachable. People also find it cute that you sing while you mix drinks. You attribute your popularity to your Creator status rather than any actual skill.

Then, on one evening:

(door opens)

You: Welcome to Angel’s Share! Please take a seat. I’ll be with you shortly!

???: …

Paimon: (Traveller)? Is something wrong?

You: *freezes*

Traveller: *in disbelief* Your Grace…

yes yes yes absolutely you’re so real for this holy shit

mondstat is so nice and welcoming, and i firmly believe that it’s the safest place to be in this sort of scenario. dilucs probably cautious about giving you a job at first because of how famous the winery’s dandelion wine is, but once you prove yourself by doing odd jobs around the city and picking up a part-time shift for the cats tail, he’s curious. you’ve gotten kaeya’s seal of approval, and his informants can’t find anything on you, and you do make good drinks…

what’s the harm in offering you a job, really?

when the traveller comes in during one of your shifts, diluc’s first response is that you’re their sibling. that notion is quickly dissuaded for a variety of reasons, not least of which being the way they immediately drop to their knee, bowing their head in respect.

we’re you some important figure from their home world? you didn’t talk about your world often, and definitely not about the traveller at all…

“i didn’t think i’d see you again,” the traveller says, looking up at you with glassy eyes. you’re frozen behind the bar, a jar of berries in hand, just staring at them.

diluc looks between the two of you, at the mix of emotions across your face. he’s grown to trust you, but the traveller had earned that long ago, and if a disagreement broke out…

“me neither,” you say softly, still clutching the berries.

he feels the eyes of the patrons on him, waiting for his judgement on the situation, but he’s equally lost.

if a fight broke out, who would he stand by?

#m1d : [chats] #m1d : [secrets] #cryo anon #ragnvindr brothers my most dearly beloved holy shit #wait this is just the ‘nobody knows you’re god au’ but in different shapes innit #nice. i love that au lowkey #not even lowkey who am i joking. high key. the highest of keys.

[corishadowfang]

Now that I've the energy to ask -- what are the Foretellers like, in your own stories? Are you doing anything particular with them, or are they just there? (This is hallowed-nebulae's main, hello hello, you've got me thinking Thoughts now)

(Hello! Haha, I see I'm feeding the brainworms.)

The Foretellers! I haven't really focused a lot on them in my stuff, but I do have thoughts on them. Most of them are Dandelion Seeds-specific, since...well, that's the only fic that takes place in that time period, haha!

Basically: all of the Foretellers were kids who showed strong magical aptitude and were taken away by the Master of Masters at a young age. They came from several different backgrounds, but the general theme was:

They needed to have an unusually strong light (for obvious reasons).

They needed to be children that were young enough to be pretty impressionable. (For the same reason kids were recruited as Keyblade wielders: it's easier for MoM to manipulate them if he starts at a young age.)

They needed to be kids that weren't entrenched enough in their communities to be missed. (And so that MoM could better build up legends surrounding them; essentially, he wanted to create this sort of...mystique and grandeur around the Foretellers to encourage people to send their kids to Daybreak Town, and that's easier to do if you can't remember that the legendary figure you're following also broke their ankle because they were convinced they could fly with cardboard wings.)

Ava's the one who got the most focus in Dandelion Seeds, because she was Brain's childhood friend; their community was pretty small, with Brain and her mom being the people who cared about her the most, so there weren't too many people who would be able to comment when she became a Foreteller. As for the others:

Ira was the closest to actually like...breaking MoM's rules for recruitment. He was a little bit older and pretty studious; he wasn't from a large community, but most people still figured he'd try to travel to a school in a larger city one day, it was just going to be hard because...you know, it's expensive. Ira just so happened to be completely enamored with the idea of learning magic, and MoM leveraged the fact that he could give Ira a life he might not have had otherwise (plus Ira's enthusiasm) to convince Ira's parents to send their son with him.

Aced came from an abusive home situation. His parents didn't miss him when he disappeared, but Aced was like...five when he was taken away, and didn't understand quite yet why he had to leave. It took years before he finally started to recognize that his early childhood situation was bad (which gradually started to seep into a distrust of authority figures in general. Which, given what happens with MoM--valid.).

Gula was an orphan. MoM found him on the streets and took him in. He's a little cagey about how long he'd been on his own, though he'll sometimes talk fondly about vague memories he has of his parent.

Invi actually found MoM. She's never told anyone where she came from or if she has any family left. She just...said she heard that MoM was looking for people to train as mages, and she wanted to be one.

Luxu's the only one MoM's raised since he was a baby. He literally just stole a child. This is also, coincidentally, why Luxu seems to be MoM's favorite; the others are all tools, and while Luxu kind of is, too, he feels a little more like his child. (...In a weird, twisted way.)

UH, this is getting pretty long, haha, but basically MoM raised them in isolation for a while so that they could become stronger and he could kind of like...ingrain certain ideologies. After a few years he started sending them out on missions so that they could gain a presence and start building their 'legend,' so to speak. (That's part of why they have animal masks: MoM was both playing into local legends and trying to make the Foretellers feel less "human" and more "mythological.")

The Foretellers kind of ended up with a lot of messed up family dynamics and unhealthy coping mechanisms/thought processes due to the way they were raised. So while they seem like these legendary figures to outsiders, they're all just...kind of a mess. (GOOD JOB, MOM.)

Buuut that's the gist of it, haha; I'll cut myself off before this gets too much longer.

#kingdom hearts #dandelion seeds #thanks for the ask!

[yaeggravate]

brief post about kaeya's potential future arc (or why 5 star kaeya will totally happen ✨️)

so something i noticed is that kaeya always removes or distances himself from the end of any situation he's in. (it's much more noticeable in his hangout).

first is crepus's death. he hangs back and doesn't get involved in his final moments.

kaeya disappears in the final section of the ballads and brews event. you can find and talk to every character except him.

in the venti route of his hangout, kaeya stays back when it's time to sing with everyone. venti then drags him back in. (what's odd is that venti didn't even notice he was gone at first 👀 "now you see them, now you don't")

Kaeya: Slipping away before the final verse is sung, before the poet has uttered the last line, before everything has concluded… I don't know, something about it just resonates with me.

klee says kaeya hasn't read her the end of the book series the fox and the dandelion sea yet, which is about a guy stuck in a loop. in somewhat the same vein, in the secret summer event, he tells her a story about the jinni and a shepard boy but changes the ending from what we know from the in game book…

and then we have the prince qubad play, where he quietly exits after it ends. he explains why himself (through nahida's auge):

(Use Nahida's All Schemes to Know on Kaeya, optional) Kaeya: (I always like to extricate myself before things start getting tedious.)

he also silently does things for others without wanting to take credit, i.e. being rewarded.

and i think i know why 😏

in his character story, kaeya is referred to as a chess pawn in CN, he then repeats this in his hangout.

Kaeya: But I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn in heaven's plan.

further emphasizing it's not a random throw away term.

i'm neither chess expert nor chess amateur. but anyone can pull up a wikipedia page 😤

pawns are the only pieces that can't move backward, pawns can get promoted to another piece when they reach the end of the board, and… pawns are expandable, made to be sacrificed for the kingdom.

he even expresses the desire to age backwards….which pawns can't do of course.

A very simple such analogy is the Pawn — the expendable, powerless, nameless foot soldier who may, if his actions are brave and his heart is true, become a Queen (although someone more practised at the game may note that the pawn is really a symbol of why you should never overlook apparently powerless people).

that sounds exactly like kaeya's situation, doesn't it? many people have questioned why kaeya is a 4 star given his importance to the main plot, but i think it could be a deliberate narrative decision. (at least i hope it is 😬)

if kaeya is a pawn he can be promoted to a queen when he reaches the end…. except kaeya doesn't want to, as demonstrated by his unwillingness to see things through till the end.

why would he do this?

simply put, it's foreshadowing 😏

kaeya will have his character arc eventually, where the only sensible path is accepting that he must reach the end because pawns cannot stay pawns forever

Promotion is mandatory when moving to the last rank; the pawn cannot remain as a pawn.

there is some sick sense of irony in him declaring he won't be heaven's pawn, when a pawn can only stop being a pawn by moving forward.

i think kaeya's birthday letter about tcg of all things is also hinting at his arc:

If you think about it, playing cards aren't easy at all — you gotta do the math before throwing the dice, and be extra careful with your every move. One step wrong, and the whole table is turned. When that happens, don't you think it's most amusing to watch your opponent's frustrated face, hmm?

(uh oh, celestia 🤭)

say he does reach this metaphorical last rank, what would that look like for him? gameplay wise it would mean a promotion to 5 star status. story wise? a magical girl transformation into the second coming of fischl.

haha ok but, unfortunately i doubt it's that simple.

something else that has been foreshadowed is kaeya's eventual fate…

Traveler: What did you think of the story? Kaeya: It was alright. I suppose the hero always has to sacrifice himself to save others, and it does make for some good storytelling. But it leaves you wondering how he really feels about the whole thing. Did he ever have second thoughts? Only he can know, I suppose.

Kaeya: My dear audience, I ask you this: Do you believe in fate? If fate decreed that your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?

Kaeya: I, Qubad, will spend the rest of my days in a foreign land, till I breathe my last in a place far from home.

Kaeya: And anyway, life is short, so we should make the most of the time we have. Right now is the perfect time to relax and enjoy ourselves, and who knows how many other chances we'll get. So come on, what do you say?

Fallen I 还没尽…兴… Haven't enjoyed...to the fullest...

When It's Windy 真是和平啊、可又能持续多久呢？ How peaceful, but how long can it last?

Traveler: Good night, Kaeya. Kaeya: Is it that time already? I'm not sure I'm ready to say goodbye.

let's face it, these are death flags. no, kaeya is not going to perma die, but this might be what he has seen through the Auge der Verurteilung and why he's so reluctant to reach the ending of his story.

but in order to defy fate and become a 5 star you have to throw yourself into the embrace of the immernacht first 😈

#.txt #lore bytes #see? i'm not crazy 😌 #kaeya alberich

[miharuwrites]

Chapter for snarkythewoecrow

Thanks so much for letting me use your idea! Had a lot of fun writing this (⁀ᗢ⁀) I hope you like it.

Steve’s pov

            What a beautiful day.

            …

            Wow. When’s the last time I had a thought like that?

            “Hey, what do you think about…?”

            Wait. Where did he? Did I leave him behind?

            No. There he is.

            I jogged back five paces across the grass.

“Buck-”

            James. He goes by James now. Get it in your head Rogers.

            “James. You alright pal? I lost you for a minute there.”

            I lowered my gaze when he didn’t respond. Took in all the little dandelions and buttercups spread out around his knees. A buttercup was carefully pinched between two fingers. He blinked up at me after a moment.

            “You alright?” I asked.

            Instead of answering he plucked up a few tiny flowers. In a fluid motion he was back on his feet, flowers within his cupped hands, and he was briskly walking away. He didn’t say a word to me the entire way back to the tower.

            Maeve had a shot glass overflowing with buttercups and dandelions on the table as she ate breakfast the next morning. A gift from Jamie she had said. Her smile was soft and affectionate like it always was when she talked about him.

            She’s his best friend now. I can’t compete with what they have.

            I wish… I wish he’d remember me more. I miss him. I miss what we had. He calls me Steven half the time because that’s what she calls me. Half the time he doesn’t speak, just holds up flashcards and she’s fine with that but it’s- it’s jarring for me. I can’t get used to it. I’m trying. It feels impossible sometimes though.

            I skipped breakfast to go on another run. He didn’t even ask me where I was going when I walked away.

            I forgot about the look on his face when he was kneeling among tiny flowers. Forgot about her smile when she showed off her gift. Forgot about the irritation I felt that morning.

            Well, I tried anyway. Stupid perfect memory. And now my sketches are missing. Still missing. Great start to the day. Just perfect.

            “What’s wrong Steven?”

            I tried to keep the irritation from my voice when I answered. “My sketches are missing. I was working on them three nights ago and they just disappeared.”

            Maeve set down her mug of hot chocolate. Tilted her head in thought for a few moments.

            “Oh! Those weren’t for Jamie?”

            I frowned. “Why would you think that?”

            Her brows scrunched together in confusion. “You left them on the kitchen table.”

            “Yeah, but I didn’t think anyone would take them.”

            Her face fell. “Oh.”

            “Ah that’s not- Maeve I- Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

            She shook her head. “Is alright. He… You drew him. That day at the park right? He saw them and he thought that… He thought you left them out for him to have.”

            Oh.

            So that’s-

            “He was so excited he was. Woke me up at one in the morning to look at them,” she said quietly with a little smile. “I’m sorry Steven. I’ll let him know you want them back.”

            “No!”

            She paused in getting up off the couch. Rose a brow when I didn’t add anything. My cheeks started getting hot. Why did I do that?

            “I mean… He can have them. I don’t mind.”

            A beaming smile. She rushed at me to wrap me in a tight hug.

            “Thank you! Oh, he’ll be relieved. Won’t have to take pages out of his scrapbook now.”

            “Scrapbook?”

            She pulled back in surprise. “You didn’t know?”

            Her eyes grew wider when I shook my head. She began to fidget. My growing smile coaxed a little one back.

            “Don’t tell him I told you?” she asked in a whisper.

            I nodded.

            “He gets worried.” She tapped her head. “Amnesia an all. He likes to collect the happy moments he calls em. Pasted your sketches in beside some dried buttercups he had pressed.”

            Oh Buck. I- I didn’t know. You seem like you have everything in hand. I mean things are different now, but you…

            That’s my problem isn’t it? Even when you were freaking out, I didn’t notice. Didn’t see how upset you were under the surface… Or I was only focused on how the changes made me feel…

            “I won’t say anything.”

            She squeezed me in another hug. “Thanks lad.”

            You’re still my friend. Even with everything that’s changed I still love you. You’re still my family. You always will be.

            A chuckle escaped me long after the day had started winding down. It all made sense now. Wanting the movie tickets instead of letting me toss them. Maeve’s missing hair clip that she immediately gave up looking for a day later. Bruce’s missing tea box when he wanted to double check which brand to restock. I bet James cut the cardboard and pasted the top into his scrapbook.

            I’m still getting used to the changes. I’m still learning about who you are now but… if my sketches go missing from the night before or a few flowers get delivered here by mistake and can’t be returned that’s alright. I know Maeve doesn’t mind the last strand of her pink yarn going missing. I don’t mind looking through takeout menus that have squares cut out of them. Anyone who complains can deal with me.

            You save as many happy moments as you want pal. I’ll never get irritated about my stuff going missing again. I hope you like the rainbow stamps I forgot to put away that I got you.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #my fanfic writing #marvel #inspired by someone's idea #scrapbooking #steve rogers is a good bro

[earnmysong]

i shamelessly stole this from @goddesspharo, mostly because i haven't written anything in eons and my doctoral program is ensuring that pattern continues! anyone who wishes to, please partake! without further ado ...

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and finally the fic with the least words.

MOST HITS | with hope in your heart (you'll never walk alone) [lucy/tim; the rookie]

In which Lucy and Tim live a little life, share a lot of love, and have a tiny human.

SECOND-MOST KUDOS | come on, baby, we better make a start [lara jean/peter; to all the boys...]

“You with me?” The pressure of Peter’s grip increases comfortingly. She leans forward, kisses his cheek. “Cool! Because I'm totally with you, and you can handle this.” / Peter has big plans for Lara Jean, where driving is concerned.

THIRD-MOST COMMENTS | kings and queens will have to wait (won't get by on mere imagination) [alexis/ted; schitt's creek]

Cracking the binding on her carb-stamped notebook, Alexis puts pencil to paper and begins outlining the highly-anticipated upcoming chapter of her life. ~ Unpacking after her move, Alexis makes an interesting - and comforting - discovery. [Post-Series]

FOURTH-MOST BOOKMARKS | how much you want to risk [diana/steve; wonder woman/justice league]

“Give her a minute,” Steve instructs. If he’s speaking, he hasn’t disappeared. “It’s a lot to process.” // Diana is horrified yet happy, Steve is confused, and Barry is in deep trouble.

FIFTH-MOST WORDS | hush, my darling (don't fear, my darling [hopper & el & fam; stranger things]

“How do you feel?” [Hopper's] both genuinely interested and determined to keep her talking until Joyce returns from her search. “One to ten.”

“One to ten?” She blinks, focusing more intently on him.

“Yeah. One is - ” he grins widely, “ - and ten is – ” he reaches to toy with the well-worn accessory on her wrist.

Otherwise known as: Everyone has a hand in putting El back together. Takes place during, and contains plot points of, the Stranger Things 3 finale, The Battle of Starcourt.

LEAST WORDS | something inside me's changed (so much younger yesterday) [lexi/fez; euphoria]

“Baby, with those three degrees hangin’ on our walls? Your brain’s too incredible not to know damn well there’s a needle involved in gettin’ inked,” Fez reminds his brilliant better half, the nicest code he can come up with for the way she goes wobbly as a fuckin’ dandelion just seein’ a damn sharp.

#e writes #my writing repertoire #fun with fic

[crying-fantasies]

And as free as golden wind in the sky...

After Eyes of Heaven events...

Synopsis: In a present that was different, different choices were made, and so a different future is ahead.

Warnings: Spoilers of Eyes of Heaven, Canon divergence, character's death, bloody description, dismembering, the so called "good ending" (If you find my tears it's because, for me, this is how it all ended in the real show, I will die on this hill), spoiler.

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It was a moment of utter fear like no other and that was a lot to say for you who tried everything to be different from your family.

The Shamandalie family got strange powers generations ago, normally it would skip a generation and reappear the next one but every member, even if they didn't had a Stand or not, could form a red book that write everything that happened with your family and the others around them, it had decades of history but it looked like a normal book.

You were of the kids that was born with a Stand and the book, deciding to travel to the places that were depicted in it's pages and maybe cross paths with someone of the Joestar family, ending in Italy and maybe don't having the best logic at helping some blond boy that wanted to be a Mafia boss.

Giorno was... Quite bizarre to be honest, with a family background that you didn't know or understand when you first read that "Haruno Shiobana, son of Dio Brando with the blood of his half brother and Simona Shiobana, is interested in you" you didn't have any idea of who was Haruno, but you had your ideas, especially because it sounded quite familiar, so you asked Giorno to see if you were right.

"I've the woman that gave birth to me and apparently I've a biological father that is a blood sucking lawyer, also a step father, but that one was a total shit" even when he was smiling his whole demeanor was darker than usual.

"..." Nevermind, you didn't dare to ask twice.

Giorno talked to you with a soft tone, something that you weren't familiar, growing up in a family with Stand users with the peculiarity that said Stands were monster looking, even for Stands.

Yours got the prize of being the most bizarre of them.

But Giorno, even seeing you using it didn't say nothing, even when you beat the hell out of someone he never said something, instead you found him with flowers around him.

You felt envy, because Golden Experience was a good Stand, one that could create life and restore it.

Maybe that would have helped you in that moment while fighting some Stand user, it may be part of Passione, you weren't sure, but such a handy Stand like Golden Experience would be perfect for you now that your left arm was practically dismembered from the rest of your body, Aerosmith was long gone with your red book so you didn't have a shield anymore, it wasn't your greatest idea but you already accepted, shield or not, that you would die in these place, right next to your still twitching arm.

The person kept on attacking you, taking it's time, when out of nothing that person was impaled by a tree that growth out of the cement.

And as you guessed, the one now next to you was Giorno, who took your arm on his hand.

"Take a deep breath"

"What?!"

You never felt that kind of pain, you thought that getting your arm ripped apart of your body was painful, Giorno healing you was at least three times worse.

"You are okay now, try to use it-"

Giorno couldn't even finish his words because you throw a punch to his face, tears on your eyes and face, your throat in it's flesh because of your cries of pain, you felt anger, you felt pain and most of all you were scared, so scared that you just started crying like a little kid, Giorno looked at you, seeing you broken in that way for the first time.

"It's okay" he tried to approach you, but you feared his movement, pressing yourself against a wall, like you were trying to be fused with it and disappear, he transformed the bricks into soft dandelions and cotton, he was trying to give you comfort "you're safe now, I swear, you're safe" he took you in his arms and you realized that he was also trembling, "you are safe" he kept saying it like he was trying to convince himself, using your body like a link to the real world.

You were sad, confused and scared, you wanted comfort, any that you could get your hands on, so you also hugged him, skin on skin contact by your forehead pressed against his uncovered chest, he let you cry on him and even covered your trembling body with his when the others finally arrived because he knew that you wouldn't like to be so sensitive and exposed to others.

Giorno was a man that only did things that would benefit him at some point, so you didn't understood why he had you inside Coco Jumbo's Mr. President, protected of the outside world with Trish at your side, when you were supposed to be fighting the enemy, he paid you for that!

"I don't like to feel like a damsel in distress" Trish murmured that and you couldn't agree more with her, so you took her hand and got the two out even if the others wanted to kept you two far from the danger.

And so, you all took what you had and finally found who Trish's father was.

"I would say, I never expected you to do this" Bruno was looking at you, he was trying to calm the others when they saw what Giorno had done with his help, "you two were supposed to stay far from dangerous events like this"

"Don't even try, talking to them is like talking to a wall"

"Damn right, Fugo"

After almost dying again and finally achieving what you all desired, there was finally peace, "Well" you were full of dirt, result of being almost killed by Diavolo and Silver Chariot Requiem, "I guess that it's finally over"

"What do you mean? Everything is just starting now" Giorno had a proud aura around him, a smile that reached his eyes, "My dream, it's finally complete and with all of you to see it"

He was right, maybe some were injured a few minutes ago, but such deadly wounds didn't stand a chance against GER.

"I mean, even my family is here after all the chaos" you pointed to your elder cousin that was already in the scene next to Polnareff who was hugging them, even when you were already gone from there you couldn't just leave, just because they told you that they were coming and you should take your friends out if you didn't want them in prison, you were in debt now "Not even in my wildest dreams would I believed that they could go so far to help me, us, they even got the group of Passione hitmans on our side, but they want back home by yesterday, this is a pause in my trip"

"I'm in debt with your family and I think that you do need a vacation after all this" Giorno put Coco Jumbo on a backpack, the tortoise was almost falling asleep, "by the way, I remember that you asked me about my parents"

"Ah, GioGio, you don't need to tell if you don't want to"

"No no, I just remembered that I've this" Giorno took out of his pocket some kind of photo and showed it to you.

Your blood and heart stopped altogether.

"An acquaintance told me that this man is my father, I do believe that it's true because we have the same birthmark on the shoulder-" his words were stopped by you, maybe you were rude, like always, but you opened his clothes, even a few bottoms flew away by your force, Giorno was stiff by your actions, eyes as big as possible and his mouth was closed to prevent some noise to get out without his consent.

But he admitted that your hands on his skin felt good, inappropriate, but good.

"How come, how come, how?!" You were muttering nonstop, your hands trembling, fingers touching the star shaped birthmark.

"Do you like it that much? I mean, it's quite strange that it has such a refined design " Giorno closed his eyes, his cheeks and the point of his ears were red, one hand on his forehead and the other in your shoulder in a pose that made some remember the kiss between the soldier and the nurse at the end of the WW2, you were taking all his weight but it didn't bothered you in the slightest, flowers of any type blooming around you two.

"Those two are strange" you didn't even care for the people around you, all the group acting like they didn't even knew who you two were.

"How fucking come?!"

"This is a bit uncomfortable but... You can go on"

You were taken away by your cousin, still looking at your book, searching where it would say that Giorno was in reality a Joestar but you never found it.

It took a few years, but you finally returned to Italy, just like the first time.

"Hello there!" Such a bad English, you noticed Narancia and Fugo easily and they took you to the villa where you would be staying, those two looked almost the same.

"What's with all the black?" Your were so used to see everyone of them with their own outfit and matching colors, only you and Abbachio using black.

"You should ask the Don" Fugo's answer was short but told you enough, that Giorno, maybe he was now in some kind of new fashion and the others followed him.

Finally arriving to the villa you noticed creations of GER in different spots, Trish wasn't near because she was on her tour through Europe with Leone and Bruno tagging along like her bodyguards, Mista welcomed you with a hug and a smile, his now unusual black clothes.

"It's good to see you again" Giorno's voice welcomed you, he was tall now, maybe not as much as the others male members of his family but it was something.

"Good day, Day" your joke only made him smile, he had a lot of documents on his desk, "Are you ready to visit your family for the first time?"

"I feel nervous, I'm not going to lie" he played with his hair, damn, black looked good on him.

"They are good people"

"If you say so" he touched your cheek with his knuckles, a delicate touch, his skin was soft, it made you feel funny in the stomach, it made you remember of the letters that he would sent from time to time, of the drawings and flowers attached to them, "It's strange to see you using more colors" right, you tried something new, to open yourself more, your usual black was there, but now you had a few things in different colors, the colors of your friends in some part of your body, "even when I requested everyone to use black so we could all match"

"Wait, that's the reason why everyone is wearing black?" Giorno looked at the floor, cheeks brushed in pink, you snorted, "why did you do that?"

"In order to feel you closer, I guess?"

"You are so cringe!" shivers went down your spine, a nervous grin in your lips that you tried to cover from him.

In reality you were laughing and little tears of joy started to pool on your eyes.

Giorno smiled at this version of you.

"Then, two days before I go meet my family" he then got up, his arms sneaking their way to your shoulders, he was practically hugging you at that point, his face near you, a beautiful smile and his shining eyes that could made everyone fall in love with him, "I count with you to get safely to Japan"

"I believe that you are guarded enough" you tried to put distance, you really did, it ended up to being a bad idea because your hand was now in contact to his skin.

A set of alarms were ignited on your head, retracting in a mere second, Giorno was looking at you but you didn't even dare to do eye to eye contact.

"So brave and forward"

"It's not my fault!"

"Of course"

You wanted to hate him by his words and his absence of shame, but that was how Giorno was, he was such a free man.

#Spotify #reader insert #x reader #angst #joestar family #jojo x reader #giorno x reader #giorno x y/n #jjba part 5

[piceuscelus]

little minx (tuesday) by piceuscelus

Chapters: 1/1 (2662 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: implied Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion - Freeform, Oral Sex, POV Multiple, Voyeurism, at least sorta, extremely light dom/sub, Mild Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Mildly Dubious Consent, on jaskier's part, Ciri is being a minx, Dom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Sub Jaskier | Dandelion, Light Dom/sub, Come Swallowing, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Series: Part 2 of ciri week 2022 Summary:

“I see you’ve finally discovered how much of a little minx she is."

Ciri apologizes in her own special way for frightening Jaskier; Geralt catches them.

full fic below the cut! (ditto to the italics issue on monday’s post, too)

Jaskier has never experienced fear like he feels when he opens the door to their inn room to find Ciri isn’t there.

He’s been chased by men and monsters and Geralt alike, and sure, he’s been afraid then, but this – this is a different kind of panic. For a long moment, all he can do is stand in the doorway, casting his eyes back and forth over the room – empty, empty, empty – feeling his heart rate triple as his stomach sinks lower and lower through the floor.

Finally, he snaps out of it, and he can think. At least, kind of. He’s definitely not up to par with, say, Geralt’s intelligence in an emergency, but it’s better than staring dumbly at an empty room, certainly.

First: Ciri might not even be missing. He’d told her to stay in the room while he performed, sure, but she could have needed to use the bathroom, and preferred to go out to the outhouses rather than deal with the pot. Or maybe she wanted a bath, and so she wandered down to the small bathhouse at the back of the inn.

There are perfectly reasonable explanations for where she’s gone. Jaskier forces himself to take a deep, deep breath, and then goes looking.

– – – – –

He doesn’t find her in the bathhouse, or at the outhouses, nor is she even wandering about the market anywhere, and that is about when he becomes certain that he is a very, very dead man. 

Geralt had told him to take care of her, and to listen to her if she told him he was being stupid, and he tried. But he had to perform, because if he didn’t perform they wouldn’t have the coin for the room, and he – thought that it would be a decent compromise. Stay in the room while I perform, and when I’m done we’ll do whatever you want.

And Ciri had agreed! Willingly, even!

He’s just about worked himself into a proper panic attack, breath stuttering in his chest, when he suddenly catches sight of a flash of very familiar white-blonde hair around a corner. It’s entirely possible it’s not even her, but he can’t risk not finding that out for sure, so he picks up and practically runs to follow where it disappeared.

And finds…Ciri, with what looks like the stable hand from earlier, looking caught and mortified, respectively.

“Oh my gods,” Jaskier explodes, and the stable hand bolts to the other end of the alley just to disappear around the next corner, as if Jaskier might give chase.

He considers it, honestly, but then he turns to Ciri, and she looks so apologetic he’s entirely distracted.

“I – ” she starts, and then she takes a great, stuttering breath.

Jaskier sighs, partially in exasperation, mostly just to try and regulate his breathing.

“Back to the inn,” he orders, pointing, because he really cannot take any more excitement, and having this conversation in public is much too likely to cause some.

She pouts, legitimately pouts, the little brat, but she goes.

– – – – –

By the time they get back to the room, her pout is gone, but the not-quite-smile on her lips instead is a little impish and Jaskier is – rightfully, he thinks – damned wary of it. 

“Ciri,” he says, when the door is closed and locked behind him. “I’m not stupid, I know you’re a teenager, but – ”

He’s going to give her a whole speech about responsibility, and how she’s still wanted, and how dangerous it is to just go wandering anyway, even if she wasn’t a missing princess. 

Ciri, obviously, has other ideas.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she says, and he’s stunned silent for a solid minute because since when does she just apologize like that, and so she continues: “Let me make it up to you?”

“I – sure?”

He has absolutely no idea what she could do to make it up to him. She’s already apologized, which is above and beyond what he expected, and really, that’s the only thing she can do, aside from never disappearing like that again, but – 

…her clever little fingers are on his breeches. He feels like he’s being spun around on some kind of wheel.

“Ciri?”

“You said I could make it up to you,” she says, with a bright, mischievous grin, and when she flattens one hand on his belly to push him back, he doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist. He stumbles back, and then back again, until the backs of his knees hit a chair and he falls into it with a skidding thud of the feet.

Her fingers are still tugging at his buttons, and now she’s getting to her knees, and Jaskier is…conflicted. On one hand, she clearly – wants this, he guesses, or she wouldn’t be initiating it; on the other, she’s barely fourteen, and Geralt’s daughter, and – 

“I really am very sorry,” Ciri says, and she sounds it, all sincere and contrite, “I just want to show you.”

His cock throbs. 

Ah, fuck.

– – – – –

Ciri knows she’s being – well, wicked, to quote Geralt from the last time he had to fish her out of an alley, before he started giving her rules and an education on how to take care of herself. But she really had hoped to have some fun with that stable hand before Jaskier’s performance had ended, and she’s not exactly used to not getting what she wants, no matter how Geralt tries to rein her in, and…well. 

It doesn’t seem like Jaskier is exactly opposed. He mostly just seems bewildered, which could be because Ciri’s fairly certain he doesn’t know that she’s…a bit more like him than he may think. Even so, she gives him plenty of time to stop her, between getting him in the chair and when she finally has his breeches undone; and she gives him even more time, really, when she carefully works his slowly-hardening cock out of his pants. 

She even pauses, mouth open and close enough she knows he can feel her breath, his cock twitching in response, looking up at him.

He blinks. “I – you – Ciri.”

“Please?” she asks, mostly a breath, her lips just brushing where his cockhead is wet with precum as she whispers it.

Jaskier swears colorfully, one of his hands landing on the arm of the chair he stumbled into and gripping it so hard his knuckles go white.

“Yeah, you – yeah,” he stammers, and Ciri tries to hide her grin by ducking down and taking him into her mouth.

She moans at the salt-skin-sour taste, and Jaskier’s knees tremble around her shoulders, but he holds remarkably still otherwise. When she looks up at him through her fluttering lashes, he’s biting his lip bloodless, but his eyes are dark and wide-open, gaze fixed on her face.

She sucks gently at the head of him, luxuriating in the taste of him and the way he twitches against her tongue, and then she bobs forward a little. His hips shift, not quite a jerk, but a sort of flinch toward her. She’d be grinning if her mouth wasn’t full.

This, this is what she loves. The power this gives her, how much control she has even if she’s the one on her knees. And Jaskier is – different, too, than the boys her age she’s fooled around with, or even that slightly older blacksmith the one time. He’s…considerate, for one thing – it’s clear he’s trying hard to keep his hands to himself and still his hips, where the others often didn’t bother to try at all. For another thing, he’s much better groomed than the others – both that he keeps himself well-groomed in general, and also, he’s clean.

She hums around him, pleased, and delights in the way his legs tremble even harder and the chair creaks beneath his effort to stay still. Slowly but surely she works more and more of his cock into her mouth, sucking until her cheeks hollow just to hear the way his breath punches out of him, digging her tongue into the slit and tracing under his foreskin to feel how his cock jumps against her palate. 

“Gods, Ciri.” He’s panting when she pulls off for a moment, and she smiles up at him with the head of his cock just resting on her lips. He throws his head back and whines.

This time, when she takes him into her mouth, she goes a little further, until she has to take a deep breath through her nose to stop herself from gagging. He whines again, and then keeps whining when she just stays there, sucking at him while her throat works to try and swallow where she’s drooling around him. It’s mostly futile, but that’s fine, because clearly Jaskier doesn’t mind, from how his whining slowly morphs into moaning, and then, after another few moments, wild gasping.

The door clicking open just about startles both of them out of their skin, but before Ciri can even finish pulling off Jaskier's cock, there’s a large, familiar hand on the back of her head. 

Geralt doesn’t push her, or anything, but his hand is a steady force preventing her from pulling away from Jaskier, and when she looks up, his other hand is pressed against Jaskier’s chest, stopping him from trying to bolt up, probably. 

“I see you’ve finally discovered how much of a little minx she is,” he murmurs, and Ciri’s entire body flashes hot. Jaskier’s cock throbs in her mouth, and she reflexively sucks at it, giving a startled little moan when she’s rewarded with another flex and precum dribbling from his tip. 

Geralt chuckles, but it’s different from his usual laughter – there’s an edge in it Ciri doesn't recognize, but it seems her cunt does, because she’s soaked and clenching around nothing at all as she sucks instinctively at Jaskier’s still-twitching cock again. 

“How is she doing, hm?” he asks, clearly directed at Jaskier. “As good as those whores you rave about?”

Jaskier makes an odd, choked noise. “I don’t – bit difficult to compare experienced professionals w-with, uh. But it – it’s…. Fuck.”

Geralt just chuckles again. “Fair, she is inexperienced,” he agrees, and then his attention clearly turns to Ciri, as his hand moves from just resting on her head to threading through her hair, scratching lightly at her scalp with blunt nails. “Guess we ought to teach her, then.”

Ciri shudders from head to toe, and moans like the whore she’s just been told she’s clearly not. Geralt hums, something clearly pleased, and Jaskier just whimpers, cock jerking in her mouth again.

“Is that as deep as you can take him?” Geralt asks, and Ciri sucks in a harsh breath before carefully shaking her head. “Show me.”

She swallows, mostly uselessly, and bobs down until Jaskier is just threatening the clutch of her throat again, the point where she can hold him without gagging if she focuses. The longer she holds there, though, even trying to swallow and wriggle her tongue against the throbbing vein up the bottom of Jaskier’s cock, the harder it gets to restrain that gag, until her shoulders are shaking. 

“Good,” Geralt murmurs, and tugs her hair just a little to pull her up. She gasps with Jaskier’s cockhead still in her mouth, and the bard makes a weak, pitchy noise. “He doesn’t really care too much for depth, though, in my experience,” he says once she’s finished trembling, and it takes a split second too long for Ciri to realize he’s talking about Jaskier – talking about Jaskier’s preferences for having his cock sucked, like he knows.

Her cunt clenches again. Gods, she’d love to hear how he knows that.

“He just likes the attention,” Geralt continues, and there’s another edge in his voice now – mocking, almost, except for how fond he sounds. When Ciri looks up, Jaskier has gone scarlet, but he’s giving Geralt the same dark, wide-eyed look he was giving her earlier, and it clicks into place that this is probably another thing Jaskier likes: the not-quite humiliation.

She shivers and works her tongue around and against his cockhead, swallowing down the wealth of precum she gets as a reward. Jaskier makes that same pitchy noises as before, eyes flickering between her and Geralt like he can’t quite decide who to focus on. 

“How close are you, bard?” Geralt asks, and there’s almost an order in it. Jaksier jerks, rubbing his cock along Ciri’s palate in a way that makes her gag lightly. 

“I – sorry, sweetheart, I’m – fuck, Geralt,” Jaskier babbles, and when Ciri pulls back to catch her breath, he’s tossed his head back and is heaving like he’s run a race.

Geralt just scratches at her scalp. “Keep going, once you have your breath,” he murmurs, and she presses back into the attention with a little nod. Once she’s not half-coughing anymore, she does exactly that, sucking hard at the head of Jaskier’s cock before she slides back down as far as she can go again, hollowing her cheeks as she pulls up again.

Jaskier keens. 

“Close,” he hisses, and Geralt gives another pleased hum.

“Good,” he says. “Make him come, Ciri, and then he’ll reward you for being such a nice little cocksucker, hm?”

The both of them are whining, at that, and Ciri nearly gags again in her enthusiasm. This time she doesn’t pull back, though, just works through catching her breath with Jaskier still in her mouth, feeling how he throbs on her tongue as she swallows. 

“The two of you are quite a sight,” Geralt murmurs as she works and Jaskier starts to quiver, “didn’t think I’d find a show waiting for me when I got back. I’m not complaining, though.”

Jaskier makes a sound, something almost like he’s trying to speak, but Ciri sucks particularly hard at his cock at the same time and it peters out into nothing more than a breathless moan. She does it again, and then again, and when she pulls back to pay attention to his cockhead and foreskin again she can see and hear and feel the signs of his orgasm: his breath stuttering, his mouth working around near-silent moans, his cock jerking against her tongue. 

“There you go, Jaskier, go on, come for her,” Geralt encourages, and Ciri makes a surprised little noise at how that works. Jaskier makes one last near-silent, squeaking noise, and then all of the tension is draining from him as he spends into her mouth. 

It’s bitter-salt and not exactly pleasant, but she doesn’t stop sucking at his cockhead, making a mess of him the same as he is to her, drool and cum dripping down her chin and his cock. One of his hands finally finds her head, and he tries weakly to push her away. She doesn’t let him, and instead just stops sucking, letting him finish coming against her tongue.

“Fuck,” he gasps, eyes fluttering open to meet hers. She just opens her mouth wide enough for him to see the wealth of white painting her tongue. “Fuck.”

“You can choose if you spit it out or swallow,” Geralt tells her, and she realizes for the first time that his hand has disappeared from her head and he’s crouched to whisper in her ear. She shudders, rubbing her thighs together as if it would provide enough friction for any kind of relief. “But he prefers it if you swallow.”

Ciri’s never really had a preference, herself, but looking into Jaskier’s eyes as his face floods scarlet all over again, she thinks anything that makes him look at her that desperately is always what she’ll choose. She closes her mouth and swallows slowly, pointedly, and Jaskier makes a sound like someone punched him in the chest.

Geralt chuckles in her ear and then settles a hand on her belly, just to start slowly pulling her up from her knees. 

“Your turn,” he says.

She whines and goes where he puts her.

#celus writes #dead dove #dead dove: do not eat #ciriweek #celus wrecking ciri #...this one is pretty tame actually #celus speaks

[magpiejay1234]

Looking at khtrinityftw's old Ultimania interview posts, I find it amusing that Nomura admitted that Luxord was his favourite Org 13 member (he also mentions how his characterization is based on FF6 Setzer, which is amusing since KH Setzer is very unlike FF6 Setzer, but Luxord is).

I can't say much about him becoming Yozora's Cor analogue, since we already set up him being more sympathetic towards the cast way back in KH2, so ehh...

***

So let's talk about Luxu since I'm going to play KH3 anytime soon.

So Luxu's whole deal was that he was supposed to find a Keyblade Wielder strong in elemental darkness that would be a candidate for No Name. As far as we can tell, all the previous candidates have failed, until Xehanort, who also failed.

We find out in his secret reports that he wanted a perfect clash between light and darkness to have Master of Masters appear (BBS clash didn't work?,*), which probably means the MoM Xehanort talked is some sort of Book of Prophecy/data construct, as Frustrated Jacob notes.

MoM's initial goal with this was seemingly to find a Keyblade Wielder to control darkness, presumably to regress it back into an elemental force, rather than a corrupting influence. Domesticate the darkness, rather than destroy it, essentially. Of course, Xehanort failed in that regard, so back to darkness purge I guess.

We don't know how the rest of the Foretellers are pulled into the current timeline. It doesn't seem like this happened immediately after the War of the Foretellers (though this was clearly Nomura's intention as a loophole abuse), but it happened around the time Ava disappeared to found the Dandelions. This probably won't be relevant in the future, since timeline will likely be rebooted after MoM's defeat, but it is still weird. Luxu doesn't have x-blade, so Sora, and Master Xehanort's time travelling in ReMind can't be used as an example.

*Also, if we have 7 darknesses and 13 lights now, wouldn't just having 7 Norts be sufficient enough? I know Nomura already screwed himself in DDD with this set up, because literally the previous game BBS contradicts this, but the improper summoning of KH shouldn't matter for Luxu, as long it appears, since the point is to call KH to call MoM.

#ty plays kh2

[cannibalcoyote]

Ch.2: Pack Placements

Ch.1 Ch.3

I try to get up after he's off me, but he quickly growls a warning to stay down; I don't listen and try to get up only to be pushed down by the alpha. I growl at him in frustration and anger before I bite his paw, causing him to hop up in surprise and jump off me; allowing me to try to get up again.

I'm quite weak however, and can barely stand up after wasting all that energy that I required to go hunting for food with. If I'm not accepted into his pack I could die of starvation, dehydration, or of having another animal kill me while I'm in my weakest state. I might even accept being an omega if it means I'll survive long enough to gain energy and kick his arrogant ass.

The alpha turns away and starts to converse with the oldest of the females. I sigh and try to get up again, but he left a few deep gashes in my sides that I didn't realize were there until the adrenaline wore off. So I simply lay there waiting to see if he might still allow me to join his pack after my attack. The white wolf walks over to me, looking down at me in gratitude.

"Here, let me help you." She says as she pushes me up and allows me to lean my weight on her. She walks me over to an area slightly away from the pack where she then lets me sit. I see her looking around. I wonder what she's looking for, but then she picks up a couple of dandelions. I look at her strangely, but her face says 'trust me', so I simply allow her to walk up to me.

"This might freak you out a little bit." She voices before placing a dandelion on each of my wounds, which then proceed to disappear as if I was never injured, there was however light scars on my side from where the alpha raked his claws; but at least the wounds are gone as well as the pain.

"My name's Huata, I just wanted to thank you for having my back over there." She says as she gestures to when she was getting attacked due to her unwise attempt to be friendly.

"My name's Ceska, and thanks for healing my wounds; it would've taken ages for them to heal naturally." I respond as I get up and start walking slowly back to the pack, Huata follows me closely. Seems like I actually have managed to meet a wolf that isn't arrogant or annoying, what a surprise; this is probably my first friend I've made. Well she seems happy as well, she must not be popular in her family; well, at least we have each other now.

As we make our way back, the alpha is greeting the young blonde wolf, which I assume is Huata's sister; well, she looks like a bitch is all I can say. The alpha looks up from greeting her, and growls deeply at me, I return the favor by relaying a louder growl while baring my teeth. The reddish tan wolf looks up and growls at me, I snarl in return which causes him to bare his teeth at me. He lunges but I easily sidestep and pin him to the ground. The alpha and a gray wolf drag me off him and hold me down while I'm scraping holes in the earth as I try to attack the red wolf. He gets up and looks at me in fear, slight anger, and disgust.

"What should we do with her alpha? I asked the oldest female if she was with them, but she was just as surprised as we were when she showed up." He questions as he looks up at his alpha.

The alpha allows me up, but not before giving me a warning growl to not attack. For once I listened, but only because I still wanted to kind of be accepted into his pack.

"She is a strong female Trot, and she could be useful in hunting and battles, but if she gets out of place....", he growls at the end before stalking away, followed by the gray wolf. I turn around to see the wolf known as Trot watching me; I growls at him before stalking off to find Huata. At least I have a friend now. Hopefully she'll continue to be my friend since I know no one else will be.

As I walk up to Huata I see her talking with the black wolf, Hinto, I believe his name was.

"Hi Huata", I address her as I sit beside her.

"Hey Ceska, I'd like you to meet Hinto, he tried to help me before you came into the fight." Huata informed me as I looked at him. He looked friendly, but at the same time he looked dangerous. I think we'll stay as acquaintances. We simply nodded at each other after Huata introduced us.

Dasker allowed me into his pack as a warrior and hunter, sadly Huata is an omega, and Hinto was demoted to lower than omega due to him challenging Dasker to protect Huata. I'll have to challenge him later, when I win I'll make sure to promote Hinto and Huata.

It's night time, and Anemy, Huata's sister, is attacking Huata; sadly Huata does nothing seeing as that would then bring more pain, I however will not allow my only friend get bossed around. I jump forward and tear Anemy off of Huata; ohh how pissed she looked. She even tried to bite me but I threw her into a tree and helped Huata up. She looked at me in gratitude as we walked off and chilled with Hinto. They got into a conversation about what being an omega means for the pack. I suddenly heard them start talking about proving their worth by finding a huge meal. They say they'll go in the cover of night, so I should hear when they go to leave, so I can follow them.

I return to see the pack getting ready to sleep. Kilo seems to be insulting Trot on how he's no longer beta. Trot seems to get offended at Kilo's statement and starts to growl in anger; Trot actually doesn't seem too bad now. He's just sensitive and reserved, he actually seems nice to be around.

"He's right, I've been replaced, I'm unworthy." Trot says in despair as he lays down. I walk out from behind the bushes, and start walking closer to him. He looks up and growls in anger as he remembers our fight earlier. I look at him in a friendly way as I wave my tail slightly, and walk up to him. To say he was surprised is an understatement, he looked beyond surprised and confused at that moment where I showed kindness to him, especially after how we almost got into a fight.

"Hi, I believe we got off on the wrong paw... My name is Ceska." I say hesitantly as I look at him.

"Trot, but I'm sure you already knew that." He replies.

"Listen I'm sorry for attacking your alpha, but he was attacking my friend who unknowingly disrespected him. Come on, how do you expect a human raised wolf to react, they know nothing of pack life...... and I'm also kind of sorry for attacking you. At that moment I wasn't thinking straight, I was overly aggressive, and should've been thinking more. I actually think you're pretty sweet, and nice." I explain as I look at him.

"It's okay, I was fighting my alphas battles, not to mention I should've expected you to be aggressive, after all you did just get attacked by our alpha, I should've been more considerate." He replies as he looks at me in understanding. I look at him in happiness, I just made another surprising friend, and he was even one I got in a fight with. I didn't think it was possible.

"Mind if I stay over here with you. I'm not really a favorite of anybody else, and Hinto and Huata are already asleep so I don't want to wake them. Of course that is only if you're okay with it; I wouldn't want to be intruding." I stated as I stood slightly uncomfortable. He simply looked at me and smiled.

"Of course you can stay over here, you're my friend now, so I don't exactly mind." He replies as he motions to the spot next to him. I walk over a lay down a few inches apart, which is a friendly spacing between two wolves who aren't mates, so as to not make him feel uncomfortable. We both drift off into sleep.

Ch.1 Ch.3

#female insert #female reader #oc reader #ocs #wolf #wolves #pups #erick #anemy #huata #dasker #kilo #trots #bailey #border collie #feral pride #feral pride fanfic #feral