#can’t wait for more harbingers to show up so I can bully them

[mellywritesstuff]

hey melly!! hope you’re doing well, can I request the male harbingers (expect that one dude 😭 and seperate) w a really weak reader (like she can’t fight for shi..) and they are always worried about her and are quite protective ..

hope this is ok .. feel free not to do this request if you’re uncomfortable!!

~mari :)

(Male) Fatui Harbingers x (weak)Fem!reader

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Character(s): Pantalone, Dottore, Tartaglia/Childe, Scaramouche

A/N: didn’t know if you wanted scara or not so I included him anyway! I haven’t written in awhile, note to however has sent a request: I’m so SRRY I’ve haven’t written them yet they’re all in my drafts just been busy!!

Warnings: not proofread, 1 suggestive section, Cussing.

Genre(s): crack, fluff

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Pantalone

Questions life decisions. He’s constantly stressed whenever you step outside (grass is overrated) insists on going with you everywhere. For protection.

If you won’t let him go with you he’ll either force you to take a fatui agent (as a bodyguard) or just suffer in silence while you’re gone.

He’s constantly worried.

“What if she comes back hurt?”

“What if she gets kidnapped?”

Wishes he could just lock you in his basement

He worries even more since he’s a fatui harbinger. People are out to get him, and especially you. Would NEVER let you near his fellow harbingers (Dottore) for fear that they might take advantage of your weakness and snap you in half.

And they’re hot

Starts to panics when he can’t find you when in reality you’ve been 2 ft away from him, hiding. To mess with him.

He loves you and all, but can you do anything else but to put yourself in danger? Please? (He’s so tired)

Dottore

For the love of god, stop moving, just stay with him in his lab, it only slightly reeks of death and chemicals.

An average day will just go by like:

“Dottore! Dottore! Look what I found”

“What the? Y/N put that down! It’s dangerous (it’s a rock)”

So once he dodges your rock, and you disappear he starts to panic.

“What the? Where’d you go?”

He’ll start frantically searching for you, you were right behind him.

EXTREMELY protective of you. Won’t hesitate to add another skeleton to his collection to anyone he deems a threat.

Luckily he’ll (force) a fatui agent to go with you everywhere. Or he’ll spy on you from a bush because he trusts no one, and really loves you.

Why would you want to go outside anyway? Wouldn’t you rather get railed by Dottore?

Tar-tar-Tartaglia

Literally goes “L bozo” and tackles you.

In all seriousness he’ll teach to fight if you want! Probably not a good idea since he’ll forget your fighting skills are the equivalent of a sheet of paper, then break every bone in your body

He trusts you enough. But since he’s constantly away on missions he worries you’ll get hurt and can’t stand to be away from you.

Will purposefully challenge you to arm wrestle just to throw you off the table.

Sees you as a tiny little duck, and protects you at all costs while simultaneously bullying you.

Will go, “hey wanna go Inazuma with me? Oh wait you can’t fight….later bozo” (he’s so mean)

One day you’ll beat his ass up for all that teasing.

Scaramouche

Another one that goes ‘L bozo’ in you form of “Skill issue”

Constantly on your back for getting yourself in dangerous situations when you follow him around.

“Are you an idiot?”

“Don’t do anything stupid…”

You’ve heard it too much, he may be a little emo boy but he just wants to keep you safe.

Wishes he could go everywhere with you, in a panicked state when you’re god (he doesn’t show it though)

Won’t teach you to fight, thinks you’re an unworthy opponent (ouch)

Sometimes he wants to cuddle and protect you and sometimes he wants to throw you off a cliff in frustration.

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Hope you enjoyed! Melly out <3

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin requests #genshin fluff #genshin x y/n #genshin harbingers #harbingers x reader #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader #childe x reader #scaramouche x reader

[lavendaury]

Rip to the Fatui but there’s no way I’m taking them seriously after this

#all the other liuye characters knowing damn well what fatui means in their language #can’t wait for more harbingers to show up so I can bully them #boss fights be like *clown shoe squeaking* #my art #genshin impact #genshin fatui #diluc ragnvindr #zhongli

[scaramouche-bully]

THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #childe smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #childe x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #childe headcanons #childe imagines #genshin impact childe #genshin childe x reader

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

You Shouldn’t Touch What’s Not Yours

Pairing - Diluc and Childe x Reader (separate of course).

Warnings - Violence, implied bullying/harassment/assault, very very mild gore.

Other Comments - I’ve wrote so much for Childe that I thought I should probably throw someone else into the mix, so why not put in my second favorite white boy Diluc hehe. (♡-_-♡) I can’t help but write angst for my babies but I promise I have some lighter fluffier stuff on the way  (￣ω￣;). I also tried to make these a little shorter since I was writing for two characters this time hehe.

~ Childe ~

      The day was set up to be so good. Childe had been quite busy with his usual Harbinger duties, but he had finally been able to score a couple days off and decided he wanted to plan out a romantic sequence of evenings. He had spent so much time and effort making everything perfect. Childe most definitely not frugal in any terms of the word, but he managed to surprise himself with how much Mora he had spent for just two days. Of course just the luck for him, a wrench had to be thrown into the mix.

      You had been having a tough couple of weeks trying to deal with a rather difficult man who had commissioned you from the Adventurers guild. After you had informed him that you were unable to complete his commission, he had decided to make your life a living hell; constantly throwing insults at you and almost getting physical with you on a couple of occasions.

      Now of course when you had received message from Childe that he was going to be “home” for a couple of days, you were absolutely floored. You missed him greatly and you were finally going to have someone to distract you from the awful harassment; but this also meant that you were going to have to figure out a way of hiding the obvious toll it took on you. 

      There were dark bags underneath your once gleeful eyes, from the loss of sleep due to worrying about this man and his whereabouts. There were also a couple of bruises left on your knees from stumbling when running away from your aggressor; though those could easily be written off as injuries from the Hilichurls or Treasure Hoarders.

      On the day of Childe’s arrival he had expected to be greeted with a beaming (y/n), and a great big hug, maybe even a passionate kiss. But what he was greeted with, was the shell of his significant other. Today was the worst possible day for him to see you, as you had just gotten out of a physical altercation with the usual suspect. There were clear tear stains, you had dirt and scrapes all over you, and he even dared to go as far as give you a bloody nose.

      You gave Childe a lifeless smile that couldn’t even reach your eyes, before heading straight into your apartment and closing the door; not waiting for Childe. Not only was he outraged and your actions and appearance, the way you were acting clearly alluded to this abuse lasting for a while. Why didn’t you say anything about it to him, send him a message? He could’ve sent over Fatui agents to take care of the cockroach. Of course his outrage was misplaced, is was not your fault; he knew this. He needed to get to the roots of this little weed.

      It took a little bit of digging, but once Childe found the source of your issues it was over. This man had never been more blind sighted with rage, than when he made eye contact with the piece of shit who dared to lay a hand on you or speak to you at all.

      Childe was very careful about only showing you the good side of him, at least for now as your relationship with him was still too new; so gods did it feel good to really beat the shit out of this guy. 

      “Hey you! Did you commission an adventurer by the name of (y/n) by any chance?” Childe new better than to suddenly go in swinging, by the slight off chance that this may have been the wrong man.

      “Huh? Oh yeah, or at least I tried. The useless little shit couldn’t get it done though, so I do not recommend them at all.” Ah yes, the flash of red in Childe’s vision confirmed it all. How dare they speak ill of you, and even worse touch something that belonged to him.

      “Bad news comrade, you should never touch something that isn’t yours.” There was an evil glint in Childe’s now dark eyes as he suddenly swung at the man. He didn’t really care if others say, he decided it was good to make an example out of this jerk.

      By the end of everything, Childe was spattered with blood, not to mention how awful his fists looked. Though that doesn’t even begin to cover what the other man looked like. To call him a bloody mess was an understatement, and the copper headed man wasn’t exactly sure if the man was even breathing anymore though of course he didn’t exactly care either. 

      With that, Childe cleaned himself up before heading back to your residence. He guessed he would just have to extend his stay with you for a few more days to make up for what this scum bag did. He would be damned if he left without seeing that playful glint return to your eyes.

~ Diluc ~

     Diluc was an incredibly busy man, so he never got to see you much except for the rare occasions that you would stop by the winery if you  were say in the area. So when he made the executive decision to leave work early and surprise you at home, he was more than a little shocked to see you getting yelled at by one of the Knights of Favonius.

       He knew you had always been a little more on the soft and sensitive side, which made him love you even more. You were the polar opposite to him in that regard, so a switch flipped in him when his eyes met your tearful ones.

      “Excuse me what happens to be the problem here?” Diluc’s strides were large and quick, trying to get between you and the dreadful knight as quickly as possible. It was clear that this Knight was not normally on patrol inside of Mondstadt, or on patrol anywhere for that matter as he seemed to be pretty new. Even if Diluc despised all of them, he knew almost every single one of them.

      “Well, this one right here clearly doesn’t understand the laws of gliding, as they clearly do not have a gliding license-”

      “I’ve been trying to tell you I have a license I must’ve just forgotten it! You can ask Amber she’s the one that did my test!” You were quick to explain yourself once again, accidentally cutting off the knight.

      “Don’t you dare interrupt me!” The knight reached around Diluc to push your shoulder, to which Diluc quickly shoved him back causing him to fall backwards.

      “Don’t fucking touch them. I’ll have you know, I know your Acting Grand Master quite well it would take no time at all to send her a letter of how poor you are at your job. You’re clearly new here, so i hope you enjoy getting your job stripped away as fast as you ‘earned’ it; if you could even say that.” The color completely drained from the knight’s face and they went to stand back up and quickly jogged away. With that Diluc quickly turned around to face you.

      “(Y/n) are you okay? Have you been hurt? I swear you should never trust any of the Knights they all-” Diluc was rambling, you’d never seen him this frantic before. It was almost kind of cute how he was almost as shaken up as you were as he looked you over for any injuries, even the smallest scrape.

      “Diluc, I am okay. Thank you for helping me.” On of Diluc’s gloved hands came up to cup your cheek as he brushed away the last few tears on your face with his thumb. Relief visibly flooded over him, before quickly going back to his usual stoic self. 

      “Well, I am glad I just happened to take the rest of the day off. This wasn’t exactly the way I was planning of surprising you with that but oh well.” A smile immediately lit up your face, causing Diluc’s to flush a light pink. 

      “Really?! That’s great I’m so excited! Wait... So are you really going to tell Acting Grand Master Jean about him?” Diluc let out a low chuckle.

      “I just might. I haven’t visited her office in quite some time either so I guess this does give me another excuse to take another day off from the tavern. And besides, a guy like him has no place in the Knights, he would’ve turned out to be a cocky power hungry fool. Now shall we get going?” 

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagine #genshin imagine #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin diluc #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #tartaglia #childe #genshin imapct diluc #diluc #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia imagine #childe x reader #childe imagine #diluc x reader #diluc imagine

[wardennews]

Ass-O-Clock in the Morning Update and Rambles

Okay, so It’s currently 5:00 in the morning EST, and I am WIDE A-FUCKING-WAKE for reasons that are beyond me. So guess what, lovelies? You get to deal with some of my ramblings for a while. Lucky you. 

So, fun stuff first. The next chapter is in progress, and in the course of maybe 6 hours already has 6,700 words written. We’re barely halfway through the content. This one is gonna have a mix of cute, humor, feels, and some whump of the serious topic variety. Like, this one might need a warning of its’ own. Just FYI, brace yourselves because this one is gonna take you on the feels-coaster. 

Okay, now let me get into the ramble. Guys, do you have any idea just how massive this story is? Like, you see the chapters as they’re finished... but have any of you ever been to a convention like Otakon? All the fun stuff is out for the people to see and enjoy, but behind the scenes is a MASSIVE network of halls and people running around and things being moved and information being exchanged and it is just overall MADNESS? THAT is what it feels like Warden has become. NOT THAT I MIND! This project is one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done in my life! But SWEET NORNS, it’s become SO MUCH BIGGER than I ever thought it would be! 

Let me give you an example. Do you know how many one-shots we have listed as potential material? Some of these will probably not get written for one reason or another, but still,  there are over twenty entries on this list!! Let me give you all a few examples.

Minowa’s Lovers meet her Family (Remember how she’s always called herself one of the children of Akatosh...?)

Pepper and Josephine Run the World

Rhodey, Shuri, T’Challa, and Wong getting together for lunch to complain about ‘their idiot white boys’.

Loki finds out about Peter being bullied in school. His kids are not pleased.

The #1 reason Thanos needs to be stopped: Paperwork

Loki, Laura, and their kids experience the happiest place on Earth

Zevrael Pavus vs. Jean Luc LeBeau

Those are just a select few that aren’t a) Already in progress, or b) Full of spoilers from just the title ALONE. 

I cleaned out the Plot Ideas and Notes document the other day. I only cut it down by half, and it’s STILL 64 pages long!! And the reference folder itself has that document, the official Warden timeline (to keep dates straight), the Reaper Profiles (which are now on the Tumblr, thankyouverymuch), a document specifically titled “Weirdest Shit I have Ever Written”, The Harbingers of Havoc Prank Compendium, and the New Avengers Roster. And THAT doesn’t take into consideration the folders for reference pictures, comics, and movies RESPECTIVELY! 

And the media folder, Odin preserve me, the media folder. I have Jen to thank for most of that content. Five gigs worth of stuff in there!! You guys have NO idea how much work goes into this fic. I didn’t comprehend how much work goes into this fic!! 

But guys... I wouldn’t trade this for the WORLD. Knowing that I have people who love my work, who care about it enough to wait eagerly for updates, that say that this is the best crossover they’ve ever read? THIS is happiness to me. Knowing that something I created has made so many people happy. Because THAT’S what it’s about at the end of the day for me. Doing something I love, and hopefully making people happy. You guys, showing your love and support by reading this story, writing comments, showing the LOVE you do... It makes every second worth it. So from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU ALL. Thank you for being supportive through the ups, the downs, the hard times and the stressful times. May ‘Tales from the Nexus’ have a long and successful run!!

One more thing. Guys, can I tell you how much I would lose my mind to get a shoutout from someone like IronStrangeHaven? I sodding LOVE their Tumblr, like I cannot even begin to express how much I adore them. I should be worried that an entire folder on my computer titled “Nothing to See Here” is art that I found on their page, but really, I can’t hear the haters over my rampant love of my OTP. Friggin’ love those guys over there. 

I think the exhaustion might finally be setting in. Have a good night, everybody, Look forward to the new chapter coming out!!

~ Lalia 

[queen-scribbles]

Just a Suggestion

For @pillarspromptsweekly​ 66: Gratitude. Anyone object to ridiculous amounts of borderline cheesy Ederity fluff? No? Excellent. :D 

It was finally here.

All the excruciatingly long days had passed, ticked off with glee at each sunset. All the preparations had been made, everything would be taken care of. There wasn’t anything left to do but get on with it.

Tavi ran through her mental checklist one last time to make sure she had everything before securing the buckles on her pack. All set. She stepped out of the room, pack slung over one shoulder, and pulled the door closed behind her She was off for Dyrford. Well, as soon as she talked to Keya she would be.

Fortunately, teal-haired orlans weren’t that difficult to track down. Especially when they were perched on the top rail of the training yard fence, yelling encouragement at the pair sparring within.

“Keya!” Tavi hollered as she approached, and she obligingly swung around.

When she saw who was calling, she barked a Keep at it! to the sparing guards and hopped down to greet Tavi. “You heading out, Watcher?”

“Yep,” Tavi said, unable to hide her grin of anticipation. “I just wanted to thank you again for always bein’ willin’ to take over here when I get restless.”

“Or when you wanna go play matchmaker?” Keya added with a wink as she crossed her arms.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Tavi laughed. “But yes. Then, too. I really appreciate havin’ the freedom to get away when I want.”

“No problem,” Keya shrugged. “You sure as shit pay me well enough, and I like it here. I’m happy to keep it runnin’ smooth when you’re gone.” She smirked.  “‘Specially now that all the men know I could kick their asses in my sleep an’ don’t give me lip anymore.”

Tavi raised an eyebrow. “That was a problem?”

“Only the first time,” Keya waved it off. “Showed I knew what I was doin’ and wouldn’t stand for grumblin’ and it all worked out. Might still get the occasional cat-fucker from more uncouth and unsettled petitioners who weren’t expecting to find an orlan in charge, but all of Caed Nua’s men are solid. No worries, boss.” She grinned and flicked one narrow braid back toward its dozen-odd fellows.  “Go have fun and bask in the glory of bein’ right.”

“An excellent plan,” Tavi laughed, jostling the pack to a more comfortable position. “See you in about a week, Key. I told the cook all your favorite dishes that I can remember, so you can at least eat good food while shoulderin’ the burden of leadership.”

Keya’s eyes lit up. “And that’s why I like workin’ for you. Thank you for that, and see you ‘round.” She gave a final, confirming nod before turning back to the sparring match.

Tavi watched for a minute, grinning as Kya offered advice and encouragement, and then set off for Dyrford Village and a day she’s been looking forward to for months.

-o- -o- -o- -o- -o-

Tavi had, for this visit, insisted she was staying at the Dracogen. Charity protested--they had fun when Tavi stayed at her place, she didn’t mind, it made more sense--but Tavi held firm. To her, it made more sense to let Charity have the house to herself one more night before she had to share it forever. No amount of cajoling on Charity’s part could change her mind. She even went so far as to prearrange with Dengler and Peycg to hold a room for her.

She was very glad for this arrangement when she reached Dyrford and found the Dracogen full to bursting with a large adventuring party. They were apparently bound for Clîaban Rilag, to hear their braggart leader talk, and none too happy some of them would have to double up. It was the kind of group Hiravias would have torn apart single-handed, if they didn’t piss themselves and run away, so Tavi could only imagine what a group of Glanfathans who caught them trespassing would do. She might have felt more sympathetic regarding the rude awakening that awaited them if said braggart leader wasn’t currently trying to bully Peycg into giving her group all the rooms with no current occupants.

Bullying Peycg--or trying to--was stupid as the day was long, and she could more than handle herself, but Tavi still made a show of sidling up and asking Dengler for the key to her room, “seein’ as your wife is busy” with a shit-eating grin.

Dengler matched her grin as he handed over the key. “It’s that corner one y’like, away from the currier’s.”

The braggart’s eyes flashed fury as she put a face to the kith who’d nicked one of the best rooms in the inn before her company arrived. Tavi ignored her, thanked Dengler, waved a greeting to Peycg, and headed for the stairs. Hopefully those copperfuckers wouldn’t be around long. She’d hate for something like them to ruin Edér and Charity’s wedding.

The anticipation washed over her again in a giddy rush, and her grin shifted to one of pure joy as she hastily dropped her pack on the bed and headed out to visit Charity.

-o- -o- -o- -o- -o-

It was a good thing the thought occurred to check the Berathian temple before walking all the way out to Charity’s farm, because that was where Tavi found her. The redhead was twirling the end of her ponytail with one hand while the other gestured animatedly as she talked with Harbinger Boedmar.

“...not askin’ people to sit still for that long, Harbinger. ‘Specially for pageantry. We just want the meat of it, we told you that,” she said emphatically. 

“But people will expect a certain level of ceremony, him being the mayor-” Boedmar tried.

“I wouldn’t care if he was the damn duc,” Charity cut him off. “We don’t want anything but what’s necessary; the vows and such.” She smiled wryly. “It’s my weddin’, Boedmar, and I don’t wanna stand in front of people for three blazin’ hours.”

“I see your point,” the  old priest finally relented with a laugh. “And he is a very to the point sort of man, so I suppose people will understand.”

“Thank you.” Charity caught sight of Tavi and flashed a smile as she excused herself from their conversation. She quickly crossed to where Tavi waited. “And thank you for for an escape from that conversation.”

“You’re welcome,” Tavi said with a chuckle. “Though hearin’ the end of your conversation, I feel it’s a fair trade for you gettin’ us guests out of a three fuckin’ hour long ceremony.”

Charity snorted. “You’re also welcome, but that’s as much for us as for everyone else. And hang anyone who doesn’t understand.”

Tavi raised an eyebrow. “That’s usually vehement for you. Is it just weddin’ stress or...?”

“Mostly,” Charity admitted with a sigh. “There’s a lot of planning, and I’ve been doin’ most of it ‘cause Edér gotta be mayor--he helps as much as he can, don’t get me wrong,” she added hastily. “Mostly back rubs and hugs when I get too stressed. But I’m still handlin’ the bulk of it.” She fiddled with her necklace, zipping the pendent back and forth on the chain. “Beyond that, though... we’re already compromisin’ enough; getting married in Berath’s temple by Berath’s priest. They can give us a tolerable ceremony length.” A smirk pulled at her lips. “Can you imagine if we’d said we wanted a ‘proper’ Eothasian wedding?”

Tavi rolled her eyes and huffed a laughed. “They prob’ly would run you both out of town on the fuckin’ rails, regardless of how much they like his mayorin’. Are you alright doin’ it this way?”

Charity shrugged. “In a perfect world, Waidwen wouldn’t have been such an ass and made people look down on Eothasians so we could do this the way we want,” she said in an undertone, as Boedmar was still scuttling around putting the last touches on his sanctuary. “But since it ain’t perfect, we make the compromises we need. All that really matters, to both of us, is that we love each other and we get to be married.” She grinned and steered Tavi toward the door. “Which, by the way, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for that.”

“Me?” Tavi feigned innocence as they exited the temple. “Why me?”

“Aside from you being a very good friend to both of us, always willing to help or give advice, and the nudge we needed to pick a damn date and get things moving toward this?” Charity said, ticking off points on her fingers and gesturing toward the temple doors. “All of which I greatly appreciate, mind you. If memory serves, you were the one to suggest we pretend to court in the first place. To cover why he was visitin’ me so much.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Tavi said dramatically(as if she could’ve forgotten. Of all the plans she’d conceived in her life, that one had far and away been the most successful). “Well, you’re welcome for that.”

“No, seriously, Tavi.” Charity pulled her to a stop just aside from the temple steps. “I love him so damn much, and he loves me back, and we are so unspeakably, incandescently happy, and it only happened because of your suggestion.” She took Tavi’s hands in hers and squeezed them fervently. “I don’t know how we... how I can ever repay you.”

“Oh, trust me,” Tavi replied, pretty sure she was grinning like an idiot. “Seein’ you two happy together is more than enough for me. And y’know... I don’t know everything involved with an Eothasian wedding, but you’re a priest, right? Couldn’t the two of you do a quick, y’know abbreviated one in the morning before the ‘official’ Berathian ceremony?” Charity was staring at her, mouth slightly agape, so she pressed on. “It’s just a suggestion, since I know your faith is real fuckin’ important to both of y-”

Charity let go of Tavi’s hands and yanked her into a hug tight enough to knock the wind from her. “Tavi, you’re a genius!”

“Happy to help,” Tavi managed, smiling to herself as she patted the other woman on the back. Auroch’s shadow, how and when did I forget how fuckin’ strong she is?

“No, really, that’s blazing brilliant,” Charity said eagerly as she let go. “Can’t believe neither of us thought of it. I’m gonna go talk it over with Edér.” She gestured vaguely toward the mayor’s office. “Can you check with Dengler or Peycg that everything’s going alright with the food?” She started off, then spun back. “Oh, if Edér likes the idea, will you be our witness?”

Tavi laughed and nodded. “Of course.” She trolled back toward the Dracogen, hoping fervently that the adventuring company had all retreated to their rooms to talk business or something. So long as they weren’t around when she talked to Peycg or Dengler. And anyway, the sooner they were moved on the better.

Luck was with her, and the only people she could see when she entered were a couple locals, Sid, and Dengler minding the counter.

“Just the man I wanted to talk to,” Tavi said brightly, hastening across the room anf plunking down at a counter seat. “Charity asked me to confirm everything’s goin’ alright with the food.”

“Oh, aye,” Dengler nodded. He leaned forward with a wink and a conspiratorial grin. “Peycg has all but adopted that girl, and she’s mighty fond of Mayor Teylecg, too. You think she’s gonna let anything bad happen to the food for their weddin’?” He scrubbed a stubborn stain and laughed. “Effigy himself would have to deal with my wife if he tried anything.”

Tavi laughed with him, greatly enjoying the mental image of Peycg fending off Skaen from disrupting the wedding. She’d do it, too, Tavi had no doubts. “Well, that’s good to hear. I’m glad Charity and Edér have so determined a guardian in charge of the meal. I’ll bet it’s fuckin’ delicious, too, if the food I’ve had from here is any indication.”

“Oh, aye, what we serve on the regular is a fair example of Peycg’s cookin’,” Dengler nodded. “The folks here about are in for a treat.”

“Bet most of ‘em know it, too.” Tavi bit her lip and picked at a chip in the counter. “Can’t wait for that party. I’m gonna go find Charity again, confirm everything’s good here and see what else I can do to help.”

“She’s right lucky to have a friend like you,” Dengler winked.

Tavi shrugged, but her cheeks still warmed at the compliment. “I did kinda nudge ‘em together, so I feel some responsibility to help this go smoothly.”

“Ah, so you’re the one we need to thank,” Peycg emerged from the kitchen, grinning like the cat who got in the cream. “I was plannin’ to do some nudging myself, then they wised up and started courtin’. I wondered if they got there on their own or had some help.”

It was a fucking miracle she kept a straight face. “Yep, I nudged. Pretty hard, truth be told. May have straight up told ‘em to fuckin’ court. Glad it worked. But since I am here a day early specifically to help the bride, I should go see if she needs me.”

“Course, Watcher. See you at the weddin’.” Peycg waved farewell and ducked back into the kitchen.

Grinning big, Tavi pushed awau from the counter and headed off to find Charity again.

-o- -o- -o- -o- -o-

It took more work than she expected. Charity wasn’t at Edér’s house, or the mayor’s office, or any of the other places Tavi thought she’d find her. She finally all but bumped into the woman near Winfrith’s shop.

“There you are!” they said in unison and near-matching levels of relief.

“I know why I’m glad to see you,” Tavi chuckled. “I checked with Dengler and the food’s all comin’ along great and will be ready right when you need it.”

“Good, that’s... good,” Charity muttered, sounding distracted. One hand zipped her pendent back and forth on its chain. “Tavi, how good are you at fixing hair?”

Tavi blinked and fought the urge to snort. “Shit, Charity, you know what mine’s always like. And I didn’t have any sisters to practice on or anything. Why?”

“Oh, Hendyna was supposed to do my hair tomorrow, but, um, she can’t now.” Charity tugged on the pendent hard enough Tavi worried she might snap the chain. “She was fillin’ an order and spilled some acid concoction that burned her hand. It wasn’t too bad, and I got her all patched up, but now her hand’s all stiff and she can’t fix my hair.”

Tavi raised an eyebrow. “You do know you could prob’ly do that messy bun you use for workin’ in the garden an’ Edér would still think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, right?”

Charity blushed, but bit her lip and nodded. “I just feel like I should do something a little fancier for my damn wedding.”

“A fair point.” Tavi huffed out a sigh, blowing her bangs out of her face. “I can try, I guess? But I make no promises an’ you might wanna have a back-up idea that you can do yourself.”

“That’s all I can ask,” Charity said, shoulders slumping in relief. “You’re the best, Tavi.”

“I know,” Tavi joked with a roguish smirk. “What did Edér think of the, uh, idea?” They were in public, she didn’t want to give anything away.

“Oh, right.” Charity’s smile blossomed like the sun. “He thinks you’re a genius, too. I think we’re gonna do it.”

“Does this mean I hafta be out at your place at the asscrack of dawn?” Tavi asked, eyes narrowing.

Charity shrugged, smile shifting faux-innocent. “You could just stay in my blazin’ guest room, then you’d already be there.”

“No,” Tavi said emphatically. “I told you, I’m lettin’ you have the place to yourself your last night as a single woman. Edér must’ve told you how stubborn I am, if you managed to miss it yourself; I ain’t changin’ my mind. Even if it means gettin’ up at the asscrack of dawn for you two.”

Charity gave another shrug, caving with some reluctance. “Alright, suit yourself. I’ll stop askin’.”

“It’s more than not inconveniencin’ you now,” Tavi said hastily to reassure her. “I am inconveniencin’ those copperfuckin’ adventurers who wanted to take over the Dracogen, and that’s just too damn fun to give up.”

“Ah, well, in that case I understand,” Charity laughed. “That does sound like something you’d enjoy.”

Tavi flashed a wide grin. “So, whaddya need from me, aside from servin’ as witness at your”--she dropped her voice to a whisper--“secret dawn wedding?”

Charity rolled her eyes. “Right now, before I can focus on anything else for today, I need a drink. Just one, not even alcoholic. Just wanna breathe for a minute. Let myself be giddy instead of stressed about tomorrow.”

“One breather comin’ right up,” Tavi said, and tugged her toward the Dracogen. “If anyone deserves it, you do. Well, you and Edér, but I can’t do anything about the mayor shit. We’ll relax for a bit, chat, and then get back to business.” 

Charity nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

She insisted on paying for their drinks, as “one small thank you” for everything Tavi had done. Tavi let her--she’d never been one to turn down free drinks. But she’d been completely serious before; her real reward was going to come tomorrow.

And she couldn’t fuckin’ wait.

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