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plushii-gutz · 9 months

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Aaand here's part 10. I love writing these goobers, but I think it's time to have a change of pace.

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Glaishur only now returned to his bedroom. It was late, definitely past midnight. Having slept in so late the previous days, his sleep schedule was all over the place, and unfortunately, it was enough to wake up his partner as well. He knew he'd fall asleep again eventually. It may just take a bit.

He had left to get himself and Attmoz some water, running into Furnoss on his way. Neither spoke a word to each other. Nothing more than a nod of the head as they returned to their designated rooms. Glaishur chose not to question it. Now, he was finally back in bed, neither he nor Attmoz dehydrated anymore.

"Why can't I ever be big spoon?" Glaishur asked.

"Well, one, you're shorter," Attmoz started.

"We're th' same height!"

"And two, you drool in your sleep, and I just washed my hair."

"That.. ok, I ain't got an excuse for that."

"You do not."

The two shuffled the blankets around, settling themselves back down to sleep. The room was cool, enhancing the comforting warmth from under the covers. The chattering bugs outside the window were quite loud - louder than they ever would have been back on their previous island. It was a tad bit annoying, but they would learn to adapt eventually. It was better to.

"Attmoz?"

"What's up?"

"Are you feelin' alright?"

"What'cha mean?"

"I mean.. are you ok? I know you're real cool 'bout everything, but.. but we've been through a lot."

The critters filled in the silence. Attmoz rested his chin on Glaishur's head.

"Frosty, you've been through more than anyone.. you died, man. You got hurt, you got trapped in that weird snowy world, spent years thinking of yourself as some kind of failure, which obviously isn't true. I don't think it matters all too much on my end."

"Just 'cuz I've been through more doesn't mean you've been through nothing. You still watched th' castle burn. You still lost the only home we ever had. You still lost Galvana's trust. You lost me, too. I can't imagine that feelin' too good, even with how tough you are."

The air Celestial held his breath for a moment.

"You're back now. It's ok."

"But I was still gone. You didn't know I'd be comin' back - no one did. I ain't in the fire anymore, but that still pokes at me every day."

The memory was haunting for both of them. For everyone. The feeling of flesh and blood that wasn't his own sticking to the cloud monsters hands, the heat from the fire in contrast with the coolness of the rain. The sorrowful, empty days that followed. Glaishur rolled over to face his partner.

"I know you don' wanna talk about it, but.. maybe when th' doctor comes back around. Maybe you can get some stuff off your chest. I dont wanna make anyone feel like they aren't allowed t' talk. Especially you."

Attmoz's hug grew a little tighter, the cold monsters face being smothered in the fluff around his neck. He still carried the smell of a sugary scented shampoo.

"How did you ever stop hurting?" Attmoz asked.

"I didn't."

Glaishur silently promised to return the care and support he had been given for these many years. Starting with a night of comfortable sleep. He let Attmoz cry, having to hold back some tears himself. Glaishur hummed the same tune they had learned over the years, lulling both of them to a comfortable slumber.

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Neither bothered to leave the bed the next day, even less so the room. Furnoss seemed to have the same situation, still sleeping off the previous nights adventure.

Strombonin and G'joob had agreed to swap roles today, Strombonin returning to Cold Island temporarily, while G'joob made sure to protect the castle and its residents. It wasn't too hard to simply warm up some leftovers from the previous breakfast and serve the kids, so long as they didn't get their hands on the syrup. Hornacle was provided with their needed antibiotics unknowingly, the medication mixed into a cup of yogurt with a bit more sugar sprinkled in than usual. For flavor.

Furnoss appreciated the help. Though falling back asleep before fulling stating his thanks, he was able to get the point across.

"Alright, um. What first, what first."

G'joob took the kids outside, knowing their enjoyment of the outdoors. They themself was quite fond of it, too. He did a count of heads, keeping track of everyone.

"How 'bout we, uh.. get some knowledge in your brains, yeah? Learn a bit 'bout nature."

Blasoom perked up at the idea with excitement, which seemed to rub off on the others. Galvana nonchalantly kicked a rock, seeming a little less up to the trip than the rest. With the mostly positive response, G'joob began the walk into the trees.

"Plant Island has a lot'a different kinds of plant life. There's uh.. Piney trees, which surround most of ya castle. That over there is a Saggle tree, but I wouldn't recommend eating from it. Tastes like rocks."

"What's that one?" Scaratar asked, motioning to a distance tree with golden yellow vines that deepened to a firey orange. Its branches moved at her acknowledgment, almost as if it were striking a pose.

"Beeyoot tree," the Mythical answered. "They know how pretty they are. Don' look too long, or it'll get all mad that it isn't the center of attention."

While the rest carried on, Scaratar's curiosity got the better of her. She made sure to keep them in view, herself leaving to inspect the plant further. It stood tall over her, letting its branches hang low enough for her to reach for. The poison monster gave an enchanted "wow.." lifting an arm. It felt soft to the touch, still gleaming with its brilliant colors.

Suddenly, the ground below her grew distant. Scaratar gave a scared yelp, feeling herself be lifted by the backpack over her shoulders and her limbs grabbing for anything to hold on to.

It was a Fuzzle tree - a mischievous plant that had a record of stealing from monsters picnic baskets and backpacks.

"Put me down!" She yelled, kicking the air. "Syncopite! G'joob! Help me!"

Her words were heard quickly, the group of monsters racing back. G'joob didn't seem to know what to do, not exactly having a manual for this situation.

"Did you bring any treats? Maybe it wants one!" They gave the idea.

"Just take the backpack off, Scaratar," Syncopite said, almost annoyed.

"No! It's mine!" Was all she would yell back. The crystal monster rolled his eyes.

"Can we wait until it loses interest?"

"Fuzzle trees nowadays expect food in exchange," G'joob explained. "We could go back to the castle and -"

The ground below them shook. One of the trees behind them seemed to be moving closer. The kids ran behind Syncopite and G'joob, the former lifting stones from the ground in preparation for a fight. Scaratar felt the branch holding her let go, but instead of falling down, she was lifted up.

"Those damn Fuzzle trees have no manners anymore! Oh, you poor thing."

"Sage! The poison monster cheered. "You're back!"

The plant wubbox sat Scaratar down onto the grass away from the tree. She smiled, the lights dangling from her antlers brightening with her mood.

"Oh, look how tiny you are!" She squealed, scooping up the new monsters with Galvana included. They held onto her arm, glad to see her.

"Tiny, tiny little shorties! Itty bitty little babies! So small!"

"Sage," G'joob interrupted. "Put 'em down."

"G'joob! Haha, how have you been? We haven't spoken in forever!"

She scooped the Mythical up in her other arm, more than glad to add them to the mix. She took a seat on the ground, giving every held monster a little boop on the head to show affection.

"Sage! Down!"

"Right, right."

The wubbox sat everyone down into the grass. The kids were quite shaken up at the encounter, but they enjoyed her already. She seemed fun! Galvana stood with Sage, and she plucked one of the yellow flowers from the vines growing around her limbs and put it in their hair.

"Ok," G'joob caught their breath. "No more Fuzzle trees. No more trees. Uh, kids, this is Sage. She's a Wubbox, which is.. it's like.. uh, this is Sage."

She introduced herself, glad to meet more of the Celestials. She chooses not to ask where Attmoz is, having become all too aware of his mischief a few nights ago. Her Mythical friend explained what they were out doing, as well as questioning why she didn't seem all too surprised to come across literal gods.

"Oh! Well, I.. I didn't know these were the Celestials! I mean, look at them! They're just little monsterlings! Besides, you know we never got to meet them."

"We?" Scaratar echoed.

"Oh, that's right!" Saged gasped. "I have a lot of siblings! There's Coal, Coral, Lumi, Disc, and Robin! Also, Score, but we don't talk about Score. Oh, you should meet them one day! We've been told all sorts of stories about you guys! They'd love to see you!"

Galvana seemed to like the idea. Unfortunately, G'joob slowed the wubbox down. Not anytime soon would anyone be meeting the Celestials. They can't be seen. The kids gave one another looks, confused as to what the adults were talking about. They were able to piece together that they were Celestials - that was obvious. They knew they weren't allowed to be seen, though that rule they didn't understand.

"How about.. we jus' go back to th' castle an' play there instead."

"Can Sage come with?" Scaratar asked, eyes growing round. Damn it.

"Fine. Sage can come too. Jus' try an' keep quiet. We don' want too much attention."

With a new companion, the many monsters returned to their hidden home. Sage rested on her 'stomach', using one arm to support herself up and the other to play with the rest. Of course, Galvana still by her side. Her, Torrt, and Hornacle were able to dig up another hole again, starting up a new soil statue. Blasoom and Scaratar wanted to start a new garden, getting Sage's advice as to where would work best and how to start. Syncopite tagged along, mostly wanting to have a say in what fruits and berries would be planted.

Torrt mashed the muddy ground with water until it had a more clay-like consistency, digging up stones to use for small details on the future sculpture. Hornacle had already begun to make a wobbly silhouette, not sure which of their friends to recreate. While they and Sage started to brainstorm, the Earth Celestial lost their attention to a small yellow butterfly. Galvana watched them run off, sliding down from their spot to follow along.

The butterfly settled on Torrts head, crawling around his hair. They giggled at it, trying to catch it within his hands. Again, it took off. Galvana followed it this time, waiting for it to land. It settled on a flower this time - a dandelion, it seems. Carefully, the two got ready for it to lift off. With a flutter of its wings, Galvana hopped forward.

"You crushed it!" Torrt yelled, grabbing at his hair. "You crushed it!"

The younger monsters rolled back, terrified by the sudden loud voice. In the grass, next to the crushed flower, the beautiful insect twitched its legs. Its golden wings were crooked, bent the wrong way on parts, and hardly moving. The ruckus caught everyones attention, apparently. Just then, the front door to the castle opened. Attmoz stumbled out, Furnoss and Glaishur behind him.

"What happened? Torrt, are you ok?"

The earth monster carefully scooped up the butterfly, holding it up to Attmoz. He took it in his hands, Glaishur looking over his partners shoulder to see.

"Can you fix it?" Torrt asked. If Attmoz could bring back one life, why not another?

The two teenage monsters looked to one another, clear discomfort and unfortunate sorrow deep in their eyes. Furnoss held his tongue.

"We can't fix it," someone finally spoke. It was Sage, accompanied by G'joob, taking the lead. Her energetic voice softened drastically, offering a hand. Attmoz placed the now dead creature in it.

"Why not?" They asked. "Glaishur came back!"

The plant wubbox wasn't sure what to say to that.

"Living is different for butterflies and monsters," G'joob moved in. "You're too young to understand, but.. it's different."

Torrt lowered his head. Sage closed her hands, hiding the scene, and held Torrts hand in the other.

"I promise to explain everything once you're older," she assured. "This was all just an accident. A horrible accident."

Galvana looked over the group, still too stunned to really speak or drag any attention to themselves. They killed something, they weren't thinking - it was an accident! Their eyes looked from their hands to Furnoss.

The wubbox and Mythical took the butterfly and Torrt aside. They made a small hole, letting the deceased rest in the ground. Like flowers, Sage would say. The others remaining took a bit of time to think, but soon enough, they carried on their game.

"This.. is going to be rough," Attmoz sighed. He made sure Glaishur was OK. Other than the both of them still having bedhead, they seemed OK.

"It always has been," Furnoss sighed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He still hadn't fully processed what had happened.

"Who's th' the robot?" Glaishur finally asked the same question the fire monster had. " 'Moz, do you know 'em?"

"Irrelevant."

It didn't take very long for them to return. Torrt went back to playing with Hornacle, Blasoom, Syncopite, and Scaratar went back to making a new garden. Vhamp attempted to play with Galvana again, but they simply weren't interested.

"Wanna jus' sit with them?" Glaishur asked. Furnoss and Attmoz nodded in agreement.

They were reminded every day of the different life they would live, a life they were never supposed to have. They were well aware of the difficulties that will come with it.

But they were ready. They were ready for a new future, a new life. Even with the sacrifices that had to be made. They couldn't - they wouldn't - return to the past.

They were no longer gods. They were no longer fallen stars. They were just monsters. Walking a new path.

#fallen stars msm #my singing monsters #msm #fallen stars au #msm au #fanfiction #msm oc

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dreaming-of-mossballs · 9 months

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Bamboo for a Bashful Captain - (Gepard x Reader) - Chapter 5

Summary: You and Gepard head to the theater and then check out the outside of the Museum! It’s cold out.

▸ Genre(s): Fluff, a sprinkling of angst

▸ Word Count: 15k in total, 3.2k for this Chapter

▸ Tags: Gepard x reader

▸ Warnings: Food mention, possible ooc, reader is shorter than Gepard and slightly fem coded, explicit pronouns aren’t used but Serval calls you a doll,

A/N: I love Gepard!!! (Does not have Gepard. Yet.) (this was written July 6th and that might change as of Blade’s banner.)

MASTERLIST (also link to series)

The wind was a little stronger than usual the day you met Gepard for your theater “date”. You had to bring along a pack of tissues to keep from sniffling the entire walk there. It almost felt like little ice crystals were lodging in your throat as you breathed.

The Captain was leaning up against a wall outside of the building. He was wearing less armor than usual, this time only dressed in a white military tunic with a black jacket underneath. His usual gauntlet was missing and had been replaced with black leather gloves, and a few blue and gold metals dotted his chest.

Wow. That is a LOT of medals, you whispered internally. You felt a little weird in your traditional Belobogian attire. You suspected people would just assume he was escorting some poor pedestrian.

Even without the uniform you were so used to seeing, he was no less noticeable.

Or dashing, you thought, glancing off to the side. Then you remembered the conversation you had with Serval earlier. You felt something tug at your heart.

I’m sure he has his reasons, you shook your head to clear the doubt.

“There’s quite a sizable crowd today. Is it always like this?” You spoke up, trotting beside him towards the entrance stairs.

The building was grand, it stood out like a gem amidst gravel alongside the other buildings. It had columns made of intricately carved stone, and brilliantly dyed banners hung from every surface possible.

“Ah, yes. The Golden Theater is a magnet for people seeking a way to spend their leisure.” Gepard adjusted the collar of his jacket. “Take care not to get trampled,”

“I’ll try,” you said haphazardly. You pulled out the delicate silver tickets from your pocket and held them up into the sunlight, examining them energetically.

His eyes rolled down to where your small form stood shivering in the cold, but still trying your best to keep the tremor out of your voice. A part of him wanted to reach down and pull you closer. He looked forward again to prevent himself from thinking too hard about it.

Gepard noticed that your eyes lingered on him a little longer than usual, especially on the medals. He felt a twinge of nervousness somewhere deep in his chest.

I'm sure it's nothing, he sighed inwardly.

You arrived at the mahogany doors to the theater, held open by rather formal-looking workers, and went in. You squinted in surprise at just how bright it was due to gaudy crystal chandeliers reflecting light across the walls. It smelled like velvet and old books, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just unfamiliar.

“You seem very excited,” he said, gazing down at you. You nodded.

“Excited?? I’m thrilled! Yet another thing I can cross off the bucket list!” You said confidently, pressing your fist to your chest. “I'm sure you've seen these events a thousand times, right? It must be pretty weird seeing me get excited about these types of things.” You pulled at the fabric of your clothing to distract yourself.

“This is the first time you’ve been able to take advantage of the activities offered on the Surface. It would be unreasonable of me to expect you not to be thrilled,” Gepard said, surprised. “And I haven’t, for the record. Serval was never one to enjoy formal events.” He shrugged.

He gazed back at you as you stared at the paintings decorating the hallway. A lot of them were snowy and unforgiving landscapes, illustrating the devastation the Eternal Freeze had caused.

“I guess you wouldnt’ve had too much time for it, either. Captain’s duties, right?” You chirped.

Gepard froze.

It was something about the way you said it, tinged with just a little too much enthusiasm.

You continued to walk, seemingly unbothered while he frantically searched for something to bring up. You stopped at a display of a metal sculpture and “oohed” at it, then dodged a random passerby as more people began to stream in. It didn’t look like you were mad, at least.

That feeling of nervousness from earlier resurfaced, making him feel like his insides were churning. Gepard was at a loss for words. He had assumed you knew at first, but it became clearer as time went on that you didn’t.

It was unusual for him NOT to mention it, but after your first meeting, he felt like he shouldn’t. He didn’t want to lose that strange feeling of being on equal footing with someone.

You were so genuine and inquisitive, unlike the numerous businessmen and aristocrats of the city. The burden on his shoulders lessened the slightest bit when he talked to you.

It’s not like he minded dedicating his life to his duties, but he didn’t want to let go of the warmth you offered him.

Was he selfish for wanting that?

His eyebrows scrunched up as he mulled over what the right thing to say would be, but he couldn't drum up a solution before an usher gave you both a slip of paper and showed you to your seats. They were more towards the back of the chamber, next to a door covered in black fabric to minimize the amount of light getting in. You two sat down on the velvet cushions in silence, while the auditorium around you was bustling with chatter.

You clenched your fists in your lap, beginning to get a little nervous at the silence as well. Gepard was a man of few words, but it was far too quiet for your liking.

Was that the wrong thing to say? Your thoughts fired at a mile a minute. Maybe he thinks I’m snooping around… Does he think I only want to get closer to him because of his position??

I guess people of our standing wouldn’t normally hang out anyways. Vaska had a point. I do feel kind of weird now that I know,

I’m not afraid of the nobles, you realized. I’m afraid I’m going to bring him down,

Scenarios started flashing into your head, making you squeeze your eyes shut as you tried to expel them from your brain. As the curtains rose and the lights dimmed, you tried to focus your mind on the story instead.

A show this grand had never graced the likes of the Underworld, you realized as it started. The play you had bought tickets to on a whim was called a “musical”, you believed they called it.

I don't see why they need to sing to tell a story, you thought skeptically. The lead singer was gorgeous, though. Her name was Tamila, if you remembered correctly. You took a look at the pamphlet that the usher gave you, when blinding light filled your vision.

Blinking like a warp trotter in the headlights of a streetcar, you realized one of the spotlights had turned your way, onto the door, to be exact.

You saw the fabric swish open as a woman in a gilded mask whisked out, belting out a new musical number and leaping down the aisle. Several more dancers followed behind her, swooping their arms in synchrony.

You had to admit, it was a cool idea, although you could use a little less light in your face. You figured it had to do with the fact you had only experienced the serene light of the geomarrow column most of your life, not whatever the heck this was.

Even with the ridiculous amount of light in your eyes, you came to realize with a start that most of it wasn’t even hitting you. Gepard had it way worse, he was actually catching the majority of the spotlight. You could see how his blue eyes were squinting as he tried his best to focus on the scene. It was kind of cute, actually.

Huh, so it’s just like in real life too, you thought, amused. You made up your mind at that very moment.

If Gepard was the sun, it was only natural others would live in his shadow. It didn’t matter if he was the captain or not, as long as you still wanted to spend time together, everything was fine as it was.

Besides, if anyone ever gave you flack, you could just get out your old mining pickaxe.

You turned your eyes back to the play, the troupe of people that had entered from the door had finally joined the main group onstage. The dance grew into a passionate frenzy, and then finished with the masked woman sweeping Tamila into the air, then catching her as the cast cheered.

Clapping joyfully, you watched the actors bow while the audience showered them in bouquets.

Wow. No wonder there were so many people coming in today, you realized. You wilted a bit as one of the actors stepped on a Rainbow and turned it to mush.

Gepard couldn’t help but smile at your appreciation for the show as you left the theater, stopping outside the building to avoid the worst of the crowd.

The wind was even stronger than before. You tucked your face into the collar of your shirt miserably while shuffling behind Gepard in hopes he could block the wind for you.

“Th-thank you for coming with me G-Gepard,” you shivered. “I know h-how you must have a limited amount of free time,”

“Of course,” he replied. “With the Fragmentum letting up, I’ve been able to be out and about more often,”

The Captain noticed you shying behind him, so he stepped a little closer. You probably weren’t quite used to the cold yet. You thanked him silently.

“In fact,” he continued. “I’ve taken it upon myself to be a volunteer tour guide at the museum as of late,”

“The History and uh… whatever one?” You sniffled.

“History and Culture, yes.” He nodded wisely. He brushed a couple stray hairs out of his face but the wind immediately blew them back.

“Gepard, that’s incredible. You work as hard as ten men!” You giggled. He snorted gently.

“I should stop by sometime. Do you know when the hours are?”

“I’m afraid I don't,” Gepard said, placing a hand on his chin deliberately. “But there should be a sign outside the entrance,”

“If you want, we can stop by before we part ways,” he offered. The Captain pointed over to a faraway building as you walked down the stairs, the crowd having finally eased up.

“Only if you want to. I don't want to drag you by the ear or anything,” you grinned but immediately regretted it as your teeth chattered.

He shook his head. “I'd never offer to do anything I didn’t want to do,”

You gave him a skeptical look.

“You offered to clean Serval’s workshop…”

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You could hardly stop yourself from breaking into a run as you neared the museum entrance. A fountain with a large Geomarrow heater sat outside the building and you almost forgot what you were there for as you watched it, mesmerized. A museum employee was standing in front of a corkboard, which you took a quick picture of. Then you turned back to the fountain.

“Whoa, running water,” you murmured, awestruck. You turned to Gepard, who was standing a few meters away, and called,

“Hey! Gepard! How much trouble would I be in if I drank some??”

“The plumbing system in this city goes back 700 years. I wouldn’t recommend it,” he responded flatly, folding his arms.

You turned back to the fountain, humbled. You didn’t need any more iron in your system than you already had.

Resting your arms on the rim of the base, a glint of bronze flickered in the corner of your vision. A small coin landed in the water with a plop.

You turned to see where it came from, promptly spotting Gepard walking up to you. He tapped you on the shoulder and placed a coin in the palm of your hand. He made a flicking motion with his thumb, which you mimicked, closing your eyes. The coin flipped into the air and landed in the top level of the fountain.

“Nice job,” Gepard commented. You pumped a fist into the air.

“So… what did you wish for?” You inquired. He sighed.

“I don’t think I’m liable to tell you that,” said the Captain with a serious glance at you. Too serious. You prodded him with your index finger.

Giving up, you looked back at the water but suddenly something large and made of metal crashed into you from behind.

You toppled in headfirst, inadvertently inhaling a huge gulp of water. You sputtered as you panicked and tried to figure out which way was up, when you felt arms wrap around your legs and back, lifting you out of the basin.

Clinging to the chest of your rescuer, you coughed harshly, the cold air scraping your lungs while water dripped out your mouth. You were lowered gently onto the ground, recognizing the medals on Gepard’s coat as he stood up and leaned over you.

“(Y/N), are you alright?”

Is this the face of God? You wondered, dazed as you stared into his blue eyes. He shouted something you were definitely not paying attention to.

“(Y/N)—,”

You sat up, almost knocking him in the head. Your eyes traveled towards two guilty looking kids, standing behind a cart wearing museum worker IDs.

“That was quite the fall. Did you hit anything?”

“I don’t think so.” You winced, struggling to your feet. The museum aide hurried over.

“I am so, so, so sorry. We had a new display coming in and I should have told them to be more careful—,” You blinked at her as she clutched at her head in worry.

“Hey, it’s all right, really. I was like that when I got my first job,” you reassured her. You placed your hands on your hips and faced them.

“Although, if you two aren’t careful from now on, the Supreme Guardian might eat you for lunch, got it?” You said, amused.

They both bowed and hurried off with the cart. A sculpture labeled “The Galactic Baseballer” peeked out from the side of it.

Interesting name, you thought.

“You handled that well,” Gepard said, bringing you back to reality.

“Did I?” You tilted your head at him, lifting your sleeves to let the water drip off them. “Aeons above, I really took it upon myself to absorb every possible drop of water possible,”

You crossed your arms over your soaked chest, feeling a chill beginning to seep into your bones.

Gepard’s shoulders tensed up. He swiveled his head around, scanning the city, while resting his hands on your forearms. You were left with no time to think before he swept you off your feet and hoisted you onto his shoulder.

You were frazzled beyond belief.

“Wait— wait, wait. Gepard what are you—,” Your eyes whisk across the pavement, surveying for any nosy onlookers.

The Captain carried you to one of the many metal benches dotting the city with a geomarrow heater next to it. He set you down, before taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you gently.

‘Mind the wet sleeves, I’ll be right back,” he said before starting off towards some unknown destination. You basked in the newfound heat given off by the appliance, holding out your hands to gather as much of it as you could.

I feel like an abandoned pet, your inner voice said. You exhaled, your breath leaving a trail in the air. Thank Qlipoth for these heaters,

Gepard’s coat was surprisingly comfortable. It was obviously made of durable materials meant to trap in heat. You pulled it closer around your shivering form, nuzzling into the collar contentedly.

A couple minutes later, when you felt yourself beginning to drift off, you heard the familiar clanking of boots again. You opened your eyes, and lo and behold, it was Gepard!

“My apologies for taking so long. I grabbed you something to wear while your clothes dry.” He held out the item of clothing at arm's length for you to see better.

You inhaled sharply as you realized it was the same piece of clothing you had been staring at so intently the day you toured the city together. It looked like it was exactly your size, too.

He remembered?

You felt your heart start to race as he handed it to you. You took it gratefully, taking a moment to stare at the piece. Burying your face in it, you felt tears begin to prick at your eyes.

It shouldn’t be possible for someone to be this kind,

It was honestly overwhelming.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, your voice muffled. “I’m warming up just fine.” You finally raised your head, blinking the tears away, and rubbed your shoes together to get some of the feeling back into your feet.

“Let’s get you home,” he stated. “The windchill on the surface is nothing to joke about,”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you replied. You got up, still wearing Gepard’s coat, and hung onto his arm for good measure while you walked. You did mourn the loss of the heater, but this time, your teeth didn’t chatter.

“I’m sorry for having to borrow your coat, even though it’s cold out,” you murmured. “You really are the perfect person to protect the city, you know that?” You smiled up at him gently. Gepard’s nerves buzzed with electricity.

“It’s nothing extraordinary,” he sighed. “I merely take protecting the things I care about seriously. That’s what being a guard is about,”

He tried not to pay attention to how tenaciously you were gripping onto his sleeve.

“Well, I think you’re extraordinary.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

As cheesy as that is,

You handed Gepard his coat as you returned to your quaint little flower shop. How badly he wanted to tell you that you could borrow it, and return it to him later so he could see you again. He smiled to himself as you went back inside.

This would do for now.

———

“Great heavens, (Y/N). Did you fall into the ocean or something?” Vaska exclaimed as you dragged yourself upstairs.

“No,” you grumbled, the tips of your coat still dripping. “We all know oceans are a myth,”

“Looking at you, I'd believe they were real,” she fired back as you retreated into your room. You hurriedly shed your wet coat and shoes, putting on the garment Gepard had bought you.

You turned to look at it from every angle in the full-length mirror before deciding to collapse onto your bed. You combed your fingers through your hair, picking up your floral-patterned pillow and squeezing it tightly.

Am I— am I in some kind of rom-com?? You groaned inwardly. Your face was flushed with something along the likes of happiness, embarrassment, or both.

Gepard had been nothing but kind during the time you spent together. After years of being a mere vagrant, you almost felt… special when he looked at you.

His blue eyes were so thoughtful and considerate and—,

No!!! I’ve got to keep it together!

Rolling over, you pressed the pillow into your face and let a guttural shriek loose from your lungs. You chucked it across the room, your hair now a mess.

Meg’s voice rang from downstairs. “KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE!!”

2023 - Dreaming-of-Mossballs - Do not repost/translate without my permission - NO AI

#BFABC #Mossball_Writing

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Title: Don't you know that you're my shooting star? Pairing: Paul Landers / Richard Z. Kruspe Presentee: @manngegenmann Prompt: Shooting Star Warnings/Tags: too much fluff | all of them being idiots | insecure Richard Word Count: 2.164 Summary: Richard is afraid to tell the band a secret that he had kept for so long by now. Luckily a shooting star helps him. Read on AO3: here

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Richard is nervous. He’d been nervous all day and he hates it. It had been so bad that he had almost canceled their trip, but he had known that the other idiots wouldn’t have accepted that.

“Are you okay?” Paul asks and he looks so worried. Richard wishes he was braver and would finally take Paul’s hand into his, but he can’t. That would be weird, so Richard just nods slowly.

“Yeah you don’t look that well, Scholle,” Till says from behind them and Richard sighs quietly. Of course his best friend would also know that something is up. Sometimes he hates how close they all are.

“We can take a break if you need one,” Ollie says now and Richard sighs. Always teaming up against him. They are not even close to their location yet and Richard hates it if he’s the reason for another delay.

“No need. Just… lost in my thoughts,” Richard finally answers, before he cuddles even more into his scarf. It’s fucking cold outside and he doesn’t know who’s idea it was to do the hike today, but Richard already hates it.

“Are they good thoughts?” Paul asks and Richard sees how far Flake and Schneider are in front of them already. It’s surprising that Ollie is walking so slowly today, but Richard doesn’t mind his calm presence.

He wishes he could tell Paul about his thoughts, but he can’t.

“Not really,” Richard answers. He’s scared of what the others would think of him if he’d shared his thoughts with them. What if they didn’t want him in the band anymore? What if they didn’t want him as a friend anymore? Richard wouldn’t survive that.

This secret is eating Richard alive. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t have feelings for Paul, but he actually… likes being in love. He loves Paul and he’s fine with it. He just wishes everyone would see it like this.

“And here I thought this hike would finally cheer you up,” Paul says and he laughs so cute. Richard has to look away, so he doesn’t stare at Paul again. He’s sure he’s already doing that too much lately, but he can’t help it. Paul looks so beautiful, especially on a snowy night like this.

“You know exactly how much I hate this tradition,” Richard mumbles and he can hear how loud Till laughs. For some reason they all have fun doing this each year, even Flake. Richard hates how cold he’s already feeling.

If he was allowed to take Paul’s hand, he could warm his ohand a bit up.

Maybe… maybe Paul would even let Richard kiss him. Gosh, that would warm him up in a second. Just imagining kissing his soft lips lets Richard shudder. He bet they’d feel so good against his own.

“That’s why we love this tradition so much,” Ollie says, but he’s smiling. Richard huffs. He’s not even sure what the point of these hikes are. They always stay at that tiny house in the middle of nothing and are having a sleepover as if they’re still fourteen.

Paul often claims it’s something they do to relax. Richard knows he’s just loving it, because most of the time they’re drunk and tell each other lots of secrets. Two years ago Schneider had told them that he was going to be a father again. And Till told them about his new Lindemann tour and that he wanted to throw fish and cake at the crowd. Paul had really loved that idea.

It’s always fun, even though Richard hates walking towards the damn house.

So in the end it’s really a fun sleepover. Once Richard had even been allowed to braid Schneider’s hair. That had been amazing.

The bad thing about this year is Richard’s secret about his feelings for Paul. He had wanted to share that secret with his bandmates, but he’s not sure if he can. He’s dizzy just thinking about it. He’d never been this exposed.

“It will be alright,” Ollie says, as if he can read Richard’s thoughts. Richard nods, even though he doesn’t believe him.

Paul’s nervous glance at him doesn't make it better.

Two hours later Richard finally sits down on his camping chair. They’re all sitting outside around a bonfire Till had started a few minutes ago and Richard holds his mulled wine close to his chest.

“Shit, I missed this,” Schneider says and he leans back in his own chair. Richard nods to himself, sometimes it’s kinda fun to spend some time with these idiots without any music related topics.

“It was a stressful year,” Flake says and he takes another sip of his tea. Ollie hums quietly and Till groans, when he stretches his back. It’s kinda funny that they all turned into old men together.

“I don’t care about all your smalltalk. I wanna hear some secrets,” Paul says and he clasps his hands. He’s sitting opposite of Richard and sitting way too close to the fire. He had tried to roast marshmallows earlier, but it seems like now he’s way too excited to think about food.

Richard wonders how sweet his lips would taste now.

“Yeah me too,” Schneider says and his grin is almost dangerous. Richard remembers how one year he had admit that he liked Frau Schneider, that had been rather dumb on his part.

“Well then how about you two start?” Till says, now smiling as well. Richard rolls his eyes at nothing, he’s glad that nobody pays him attention so far. His stomach is hurting from his anxiety.

Logically he knows his friends are pretty open about anything and that they do love him, but this is so hard. Richard had told them a lot of shit in the past, especially when he had told them about his drug problem, but this feels way more special. Richard really wants them to support him in his feelings.

He looks back to Paul for a moment. He’s smiling and Richard’s chest aches to be close to him. He hadn’t thought that love like this existed, but Paul had really stolen his heart.

“Okay I’ll start easy. I started writing another book and I will expose you all a lot in this one,” Flake says and everyone starts to gasp at him. In reality Flake knows that they all enjoy reading his books.

“Yeah what will you even tell everyone?” Paul asks and Flake turns to him.

“I need to let the world know that the famous Paul Landers loves to match his clothes to the one’s his dogs wears, when nobody sees him,” Flake says as dryly as he can and Paul pouts. Richard chuckles, because that is just adorable.

“Fuck you!”

“You asked!”

“Well now that’s at least a secret Paul doesn’t have to admit himself tonight,” Schneider laughs and he clasps Paul on the back, who’s still sulking. Richard needs to ask him about those outfits some time.

“Okay I wanna admit something too. Schneider I know you’ve been looking for your leather jacket for weeks now. I stole it, even though I said I didn’t,” Till says and he’s grinning. Schneider glares at him.

“You asshole! Why would you do that?” Schneider asks immediately.

“Because it was so ugly. I threw it into the trash,” Till says, he’s still relaxed. It’s an unspoken rule that it was allowed to make fun at their secrets, but nobody would ever get really angry.

Normally that should calm Richard down, but if it’s a secret like his, then they were allowed to be angry.

“Richard, what about you?” Paul asks now and Richard looks back to him. He’s not sure why Paul would call him out like this and he can’t really see in his facial expression if Paul is teasing him or not.

“Yeah you’ve been awfully quiet,” Ollie says, which is an irony itself. Richard shrugs and bites down on his lower lip.

He had waited so many months for this moment. Richard closes his eyes and takes another deep breath. He could do this. He trusts his friends, but he knows that he can’t look at Paul while saying this.

Richard thinks about how to say this.

“I sold my apartment,” Richard says and he can hear how they all gasp at that. He’d managed to do it secretly with his agent and that wasn’t actually what he had wanted to say. Shit.

“What - why?”

“Will you move to New York once more?”

“Are you having a bad time again?”

Richard sighs.

“It’s because I… I’m… I mean…,” Richard stutters and then squeezes his eyes shut once more, before he could do something stupid, like starting to cry. He just can’t do it. He remembers the first time he had told them something important about his life. They had been angry back then and of course it makes now sense to compare his feelings to Paul to that shitty wedding he had back then.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell us why right now. Take your time,” Till says and he holds his hand out. Richard takes it and tries to relax.

Paul looks so sad. It breaks Richard’s heart.

"Yeah, it's okay. You know we’re always there, right?” Schneider offers with a small smile and it only makes Richard feel worse. Why can’t he admit it?! Would it be easier if Paul wasn’t there?

“Holy shit a shooting star!” Flake says then and points into the dark sky. Richard looks up, but it’s already too late.

“Oh yeah I read tonight should be a good night to see lots of them,” Ollie explains and they all look up again. It’s kinda adorable how excited they all get now, because it’s quiet for several moments.

Richard looks back to Paul instead. Paul’s eyes are shining from this angle and he smiles, but it’s so sad. Richard would do anything to change that and he actually knows that he can. He gathers all his courage.

It’s not about him. This is about Paul.

“Another one!” Paul says then and his voice is even higher with excitement. Richard smiles softly, now that everyone pays Paul and his shooting star some attention.

“Quick make a wish,” Schneider says and Paul nods. Richard watches how Paul closes his eyes and frowns, seems like he is concentrating rather hard on something. Richard slowly gets up.

He can see that Till is watching him now, a bit surprised, but Richard ignores that and walks over to Paul, who still has his eyes closed. Richards sits carefully down on his lap and presses his lips to Paul’s.

Everyone around them makes some sort of noise and Richard tries to ignore his own loud heart beat, instead he softly deepens the kiss. Paul hums and opens his mouth a bit too happily, Richard gasps against his lips. “The hell!”

Richard breaks the kiss, he’s for sure blushing now, but that doesn’t really matter because Paul is not sad anymore and he doesn’t seem angry. Now he’s beaming up at him.

“Exactly what I wished for,” Paul mumbles, his cheeks a bit red as well.

“Shit what just happened?” Schneider asks and Richard wants to get up again. Not to run away, but he’s embarrassed as fuck. Paul holds him at his hips though. Richard grumbles and then leans down to hug Paul (and to hide his face against his neck).

“Well… actually that was the big secret Richard wanted to reveal earlier,” Paul explains slowly and he strokes so wonderfully over Richard’s back. He makes himself even smaller on his lap.

“So you’re together?” Till asks, sounding actually pretty happy. Richard tries to relax.

“Yes, have been for six months. We wanted to tell you but… we were kinda scared it would ruin the band,” Paul admits, sounding really shy himself now. It doesn’t suit him. Richard presses a short kiss against his skin.

“Congratulations!” Schneider says and this time Paul pushes Richard up. Richard whines, but as soon as he and Paul are standing, they are squished together by a damn group hug.

“I knew it,” Flake says, and he cuddles them even more. Richard can’t stop smiling. He feels silly now for being so afraid. They all seem perfectly fine with their relationship and he couldn’t be happier.

“So that’s why you sold your apartment?” Ollie wants to know and Richard nods. “We… bought a house together. It has an amazing studio!” Richard says happily and Paul next to him laughs.

“It even has a pool, but not on top of the studio again,” Paul explains and he winks at Richard, who playfully pushes Paul away.

“Shit. I’m so happy for you,” Till says and he promptly hugs them once more.

“Oh another shooting star!” Ollie says, but Richard ignores it. He doesn’t need any more wishes. He has everything he had ever wished for. Paul’s heart.

“You want me to kiss you?” Till laughs and Ollie throws some snow at him.

Richard smiles at Paul and promptly gets kissed again.

#paulchard #reeshyzadventcalendar

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allisonlol · 2 years

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aa hi allison!! firstly, i totally understand if you've got too many match up requests already, so no worries if you don't get to this! 💜 AND CONGRATULATIONS ON 2K AGAIN! help i hope i'm not too late—

i'm straight and i'd love a romantic match up, preferably with nsfw!

starting with my appearance, i'm around 1,67m tall, i've got long light blonde hair that reaches to around my hips and is straight — i really like to try out fun hairstyles, such as different braids etc.! —, my eyes are grey and i've got very few freckles and some birthmarks! i'm very pale and have quite a few health problems like constant headaches, being constantly cold and fainting, but my doctors say they can't do anything about that?? 🤨

my aesthetic is very soft; i really like pastel pink and white as colours, i enjoy (faux!) white furs and plush fabrics and i'd say i've got a very feminine style! i don't own any trousers or jeans actually, only skirts and dresses.. liz lisa is one of my favourite brands but it's expensive </3

my hobbies are drawing, writing, reading, learning languages and playing the piano! i also go to dance classes each week — standard dance like slow waltzing etc.! i, uhh, what else... English is my second language and i'm currently learning two more languages for school/uni! i also love to go ice skating and travelling!

special interests of mine are shopping baking and cooking! i just made an apple pie today 👁️ and i often bake whenever i'm stressed or frustrated! makes me feel very housewifey... 🤲🏻 i also like snowy and rainy days and playing card games (even though i'm a bit of a sore loser...)!

i like pop music like Marina and the Diamonds (is that pop? i hope so) and classical music, as well as some soundtracks from video games and movies! the How To Train Your Dragon soundtrack will always be my favourite.....

i'm an ENTP, though i spend most of my time at home by myself! i asked my friends to describe my personality for this occasion only and they said something along the lines of “calm, rational, intelligent”, and i agree with that, though i'm also very soft-hearted!

when i went shopping some time ago i bought the one item in a broken packaging on purpose because i thought no one else would get it and i felt bad </3 help me

i tend to overthink a lot... this might be some sort of anxiety but my mind is constantly making up worst-case scenarios and i can't stop </3 worried 24/7

i'm affectionate but not clingy, and i love animals! i've got three cats and i love them with all my heart... i like dogs as well though they kind of scare me occasionally... i can be pretty sarcastic and teasing, but i'm very adaptive, so if my partner would dislike back talk, i'd just stop </3

i like flirting but i get flustered so easily, blushing sputtering the second someone hits on me in return...

i'm not sure about my love languages; i'm guessing it's quality time and receiving gifts... THIS MAKES IT SOUND LIKE I WANT A SUGAR DADDY THAT'S NOT TRUE but... i do like getting gifts... an occasional necklace or bracelet or so would win my heart very easily... 👉🏻👈🏻

because of my very exhausting overthinking i really crave security, especially in a relationship. i have no idea whether i'd fit more well together with someone introverted or extroverted — i believe intjs are my ideal match based on the mbti types, but i'd give everything a chance! THIS IS KIND OF EMBARRASSING TO ADMIT but i'd love to be with someone who's very confident and has everything under control so i can just.. relax and follow orders, maybe... "brain no more thoughts please i already think too much" is a very relatable meme... The urge to just be a pretty housewife and stay at home and cook and clean and welcome my husband home is big..

i'm not very picky when it comes to dates, though i'd love going out to eat in some fancy restaurant or visiting a theatre etc together! staying at home sounds fun, too, though!

UH NSFW FACTS.. i'm very submissive but i can be a bit of a brat, though i'd also try and be obedient only if that's what he'd prefer. i like quite a lot of things like choking, spanking, anything that makes it less vanilla — or so i say, because i'm still a virgin. help </3 would i let my partner spit in my mouth? yes. anything for him. ANYWAY—

that's about everything i can think of!!

thank you so much already in case you decide to do this!! i'm very excited already! 👁️💜

꧁♥ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss… ♥꧂

i match you with...fyodor dostoevsky!

ok ok hii honey!! first of all, reading this was super relatable like?? we're opposite aesthetics but otherwise u are me </3 also the only person i could think of the whole time was fyodor (and not just cuz u wanted an intj--) i will explain more below but YEA

Relationship

the dynamic here is like the supermodel looking gf and the tired, "on the verge of death" bf (jk--kind of)

but in all seriousness you contrast each other in every way, both physically and mentally

be very glad that your love language is receiving gifts because fyodor showers you with random and expensive gifts

^is he using this as some means of manipulation?? probably but you don't care

you steal his clothes a lot, specifically his coat because it matches you aesthetic. plus, who wouldn't wanna wear it??

fyodor adores your willingness to stay home and away from people so u can be his little housewife <3 you always cook something for when he arrives home or bake him snacks when he's locked up in his office all day :((

^repays you with kisses and rare affection

playing card game together? yes, playing card games together. except with him it's more of a psychoanalysis and u always lose (except rare occasions where he lets you win and goes :0!! great job dear!!)

luckily for you, fyodor is the type of person you can banter with and tease <3 but only in moderation!! too much of it and he shuts that shit down

^if you tease him too much he'll either 1) flirt back but 10x more extreme so you get flustered or 2) ignore you and refuse to give you attention until you quit your antics :((

brings you shopping, traveling, out to eat or to the theatre often, anything you want to do he'll join you on really!! i see his love language as quality time as well so that works out near perfectly

when you go shopping, he enjoys watching you try on all the clothes you want and will give his opinions <33 he's brutally honest tho

suuuuper overprotective, not necessarily jealous since he knows you're all his, but hates when other people look at you for too long and will glare them down >///<

NSFW

oh lord what have u gotten yourself into

as mentioned before, fyodor adores your submissiveness in both innocent and sexual ways

but especially in bed

you are just...so pliant for him?? anything he orders you to do, you usually do so without a fight

i feel that fyodor is rather vanilla (traditional--?) when it comes to sex but when he's riled up, he gets pretty damn kinky

^an easy way to achieve this is by being a brat. teasing him or refusing to do as instructed results in fyodor quickly losing his patience and putting you in your place

^spanking, orgasm denial, choking, etc...

degrades degrades degrades. glares down at you in near disgust while calling you all kinds of names such as "useless whore" and "unsatiable slut" :((

dw he can be nicer sometimes <33 operates on a reward system: the more well behaved you've been, the more praise and affection you will receive

and yes, he does spit in ur mouth <3 gives u a lil pat on the cheek and an approving smile when u swallow it >///<

#2k matchup event #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #fyodor hcs #fyodor smut

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neonthewrite · 2 years

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Tiny Pixie Hands

Decided to try my hand at the GT July prompt list made by @gianttol. The prompt for today is "Fluffy" and I decided to write something with Elias and Eral.

Also, you may have seen previous snippets with Elias using he/him pronouns. Elias is genderfluid and a shapeshifter, so she's presenting very femme in this story. Just a heads up to avoid confusion!

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The chill in the air was sharp and solid, each breeze like sandpaper on Elias’ cheeks. She didn’t wander through the perpetually wintery regions so far north very often, and every visit reminded her of why. That cold found a way to seep into her bones and stay there, a slow takeover until the involuntary shivers came like clockwork.

At least she was better prepared for it since the last quest that took her into the tundra. She’d chosen a shape that stood shorter than her usual, stockier. She’d opted for plenty of natural padding - thick curves and plenty of tummy to protect her core. Her hair was longer and darker red than she usually kept it - something to help absorb whatever warmth from the sun she could.

She’d bought some hard-weather clothes from a group of traders that frequented the area, so she knew the gear would last and it would work. She was well insulated in hides lined with downy fur, and boots that had a hardy grip on the frozen ground. They’d even given her a pair of sungoggles for when she eventually reached the snowy areas. The coat had a lovely collar of soft rabbit down that occasionally tickled under her jaw, and similar tufts stuck out of the thick gloves she wore over her hands.

She was an adorable bundle, and it put a certain spring in her step.

Eral, by contrast, was not so cheerful for the climate they’d wandered into. It came as no surprise; he stood only six inches tall, and his little leafy wings were paper thin after all. They’d managed to get a few tiny scraps of hide for him to haphazardly tie to himself, but the traders had nothing to offer that was made for pixie size.

Of course they don’t, Eral had griped. Rare to find people that think of us without being told to.

Elias felt bad. She’d offered a pocket earlier, but Eral had stubbornly shrugged it off. Even now, he flew freely, scouting several feet ahead at a time as they made their way up the gentle slope of the tundra.

Ever since they’d come north, his wings had begun the slow color change from vibrant green to snowy white. The edges blended in well with the stark surroundings, but the rest stood out, especially against the deep green of spruce needles.

He landed on a low branch to wait for her to catch up, swaying faintly in the breeze. Elias wandered closer, eyeing the pixie when he was focused on the path ahead. He had pale skin on a normal day, so it was startlingly easy to see how red his cheeks and the tips of his little pointed ears had become. He cupped his hands and blew into the hollow he formed to try to warm them, and only the tiniest puff of breath escaped him. The poor little guy would freeze himself to death over his pride at this point.

“That’s it,” Elias declared, reaching up and scooping the pixie into her gloved hand. She took care not to pinch a little wing as she claimed him. “You need a break from scouting duty and I need a walking buddy to chat with me or I might literally go mad out here.”

“Elias!” Eral complained, flinching and then squirming in the leather cage she’d effectively made of her glove. “I’m fine! I don’t need to hide in your damn pocket!”

“Oh, buddy, it’s way too late for that. I see you shivering.” With her free hand, Elias pulled forward the fluffy lapel of her coat. Behind it was a thick woolen shirt, a second layer of cold protection. “I know you have all your hangups about cuddling with your very best friend and favorite trickster, but you need to warm up, okay? I don’t want you freezing solid out here before we even find the place we’re looking for.”

She waited for his reply. She didn’t always do that when pulling tricks, and Eral paused in his grumpy squirming as the realization seemed to come to him. Inwardly, Elias was relieved. Outwardly, she bolstered her request with a wide grin and a bat of her eyelashes.

Eral groaned. “Fine. Fine! Just don’t go falling on me!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Elias confirmed as she opened up her hand and let him crawl into her coat. She settled the lapel gently over him again, though he still shifted around a bit until he found a comfortable spot to rest atop her chest close to her collarbone--

“Gods above your hands are freezing!” she yelped as two miniscule spots of cold touched the skin just above the collar of her sweater.

Eral could be heard snickering under the fluffy collar of rabbit fur. “Hey, this was your idea. And for once it was a good one, I’m gonna steal every drop of warmth I can here.”

Elias shuddered as the cold lingered. Damn tiny pixie hands. “Okay but I’m gonna sing to pass the time now,” she teased. The banter would work better than anything else. Eral still had his pride, so Elias couldn’t rub it in too much that she’d won the argument. “Any requests?”

#gtjuly #gtjuly2022 #mywriting #prompt #fluffy #elias dawn #eral the arbor pixie #muunfel project #g/t handheld #handheld #g/t fluff #giant/tiny #g/t writing

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ilsangdo · 2 years

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hello admin team! i think this rp is such a fresh idea and im excited to join. 🫶🏼 do you mind elaborating more on ilsang's history? the year it was founded, any important facts about the area, is there noted scenic views such as mountains / hills / bodies of water etc? could muses have family that have lived for generations? what's the weather usually like? do you have any visuals for the town for references? thank you for your help. ✨

sure thing! i'll do my best to keep it short, as most of our lore and specifics can be found in our pages ( see timeline, locations, housing, npcs ). all of the visuals for the town can be found at locations, but again, if you need more of a feel as to what ilsang is like, i will try my best to answer this question under the cut. please let me know if you have any further questions! and thank you for your interest!

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HISTORY

before ilsang was an official town (pre-korean war), it follows the same history as the rest of korea!

during the korean war, ilsang (though not officially ilsang) served as a military base for many american soldiers. this was around the time the bunker was built (for safety precautions).

ilsang's official founding day is august 20, 1954 (stay tuned for our fashionably late founder's day event). although most of land had some housing/prior buildings scattered in place, this is the official date that ilsang became its own town rather than an extension of neighboring places.

because of its proximity to the ocean, ilsang's biggest export is fish.

since 1954, ilsang has advertised itself to tourists in hopes to also gain more income via tourism. due to this and its prior history, many townies are likely to be multilingual-- or at least know basic english.

with its relations to the korean war, ilsang-- although not inherently a military base itself-- still is closeby to an american military base. hence, we welcome muses of western fcs who would love to come to ilsang as either visitors or townies!

if you are applying for a tour guide position these may be important to note! also you may grab important info from our npc page!

fun fact, the moon twins are the oldest ilsang residents, as their family are the original owners of the haedodi house! so to answer your question, yes, you may have individual generational history with ilsang, though many muses with older history may remember ilsang as what it was prior! and from there they would get to watch ilsang grow to what it is today.

ENVIRONMENT

much like the rest of south korea, ilsang's biome is deciduous forest! there is a beach on the west side of ilsang, but the east side (near jeongsang park) is a more forested area. hence why much of our housing has unique characteristics and inspo! for example, residents in yeonhwa-gil are within walking distance of the ports, which is why this housing is rather run down and old (they were the original houses of ilsang due to the close proximity to the water-- used for crop irrigation).

ilsang itself isnt exactly the same distance above sea level, as you go west its about 0-10' above sea level-- to the east it matches ansan at 30'. so, although ilsang isn't exactly mountainous, the area itself isn't one flat plot of land. i would say the most 'mountainous' part of ilsang would be jeongsang park, but even then it is not that high in altitude!

major bodies of water would be the pacific ocean and the lake found deeper into jeongsang park!

summer: long, hot, humid (especially during monsoon season); winter: freezing cold, dry, snowy

fall and spring are intermediates of these!

ilsang's symbolic flower is the sunflower! there is a field of them near jeongsang park!

MISC

ilsang is not a major city, it's more of a 'everybody knows everybody' town!

pretty suburban/rural in the sense that most of the food is locally grown, but with mayor choi and his previous successors, the town grew neighborhoods like yonghaeng-ro (wealthy gated community) and deokgu-gil (think college 'town' vibe, all the housing is more updated than yeonhwa-gil, but not as modern as yonghaeng-ro).

town has not really been updated since its 1954 establishment since most of the townies enjoy the unique characteristics the original town buildings hold! most business owners think the charm of the town buildings helps bring in business.

though some residents/visitors may say otherwise! power outages are common in yeonhwa-gil due to the outdated architecture and electricity sources.

yonghaeng-ro is currently the most updated housing (thanks to mayor choi), so the amenities and housing are pretty modern and up to date.

if you would like some ideas on what exactly the feel of the town is (with the aliens included) some of the inspiration for the lore of our roleplay is Wandavision (tv show), The Twilight Zone: Season 1 Episode 22 (tv show), Nope (movie), Us (movie), Venom (marvel), Get Out (movie), Fear Street series (netflix trilogy), The Quarry (video game), The War of The Worlds (1938 radio drama/event). Some of our pre-plots also are inspired by Fright Night (1985, movie), Disturbia (movie), Scooby-Doo (tv show), IT (novel/movie). We may also have future plots which may take more inspiration from other media!

it's important to note that while this roleplay is lore heavy, most of the 'lore' will progress as the community itself progresses. there's a lot of things undiscovered about ilsang that may or may not be uncovered depending on our lovely writers and the direction they move with their muses! we wanted to create a roleplay that, while it already has its own storyline, it's fluid and is more community based.

if you have any further questions let us know!

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ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 23

*Warning: Adult Content*

Waking up the next day in Dylan's bed felt like a dream.

Dylan's arms were wrapped tightly around him and his face was shoved into Dylan's strong, solid chest.

He lay still for a while, listening to the sound of Dylan's heartbeat and thinking about how lucky he was to have this gentle giant as his boyfriend.

They dozed for another hour, pressed closely together, before Dylan got up to make breakfast.

Dylan made eggs, bacon and oatmeal for himself and a plate of French toast for Jayce.

Ever since he'd mentioned how much he liked sweets, Dylan made a point to cook him all the breakfast foods that were more like desserts, even if it meant making two different meals.

"What do you want to do today?" Jayce asked cheerfully, dragging his last bite of French toast through the syrup on his plate.

Dylan hesitated for a moment but then looked up at him.

"The Christmas lights are up in town," he mumbled. "If you want, we can go this evening to look at them."

Confused, Jayce tilted his head.

"I thought you wanted to avoid town, especially now that people are saying stuff about you."

"I don't want to face them but you were right when you told me I can't avoid people forever. And if you're going to be my boyfriend," Dylan added, blushing... "I want to make you happy. I was going to drive to Seattle after Christmas to visit you."

Jayce reached over and took Dylan's hand.

"That definitely would have made me happy. But now you don't have to do that, because I'm here. I'd love to go into town but only if you're sure you feel up to it."

"I'm sure."

He squeezed Jayce's hand.

"Will you go for a walk with me, now? I haven't been outside much lately."

Outside, it did look like a winter wonderland with all the cabins and trees coated with snow.

Many of the cabins were decorated with Christmas lights that twinkled even in the daylight.

"We'll have to get lights for your cabin next year," he said to Dylan. "You need to be festive."

Dylan looked over at him, a strange expression on his face again.

"You think there's going to be a next year?"

"I want there to be," he replied, smiling at Dylan.

He reached over and took his hand as they continued walking down the road.

Dylan didn't say anything but his thumb slowly stroked the back of Jayce's hand.

Jayce wanted to know what Dylan was thinking but he decided to let it be for now and enjoy the snowy scenery instead.

They made their way past a few other streets, heading closer to the road that led to the highway when Jayce noticed something small in the distance.

He squinted, trying to make out what it was.

"What's that?" he asked Dylan, pointing at the object. "It looks like an animal."

"Dunno," Dylan replied, starting to head towards it.

There was a tiny orange tabby kitten balled up by the side of the road and shivering in the cold.

Jayce's heart sank when he saw an adult cat on its side just off the road.

"Oh no. I think its mom got hit by a car."

The kitten ran a bit further away when it saw them approaching.

Dylan knelt by the mother cat and laid a hand on her side for a moment before checking her head.

"She's gone."

"We need to get the kitten. It's all alone."

Jayce made soft noises and slowly crept closer to the kitten but the kitten only retreated further.

"It's not going to come to us," Dylan said.

"It's getting close to the trees. Let me sneak around behind it and you can approach it to scare it away and I'll try to catch it," Jayce suggested.

He walked away from the road and into the trees, circling back behind the kitten.

Dylan got down into a crouch and slowly approached the kitten.

To Jayce's surprise, the kitten didn't move.

Dylan crawled closer and held out his hand and Jayce was shocked when the tiny kitten took a few steps forward to huddle against Dylan.

Keeping his movements slow, Dylan reached down and gently stroked the kitten's head with two fingers.

When the kitten didn't run, he picked it up.

The kitten looked even smaller in Dylan's giant hand and almost fit completely in his palm.

He carefully examined it before proclaiming...

"She's a girl and she doesn't seem to have any injuries."

Jayce walked over, shaking his head.

"I can't believe she came to you and not me."

"I know. She's the first living thing who hasn't been afraid of me."

"We'll need to go to the store to get her food. I wonder if she's old enough for cat food or if she still needs milk? And we'll need a litter box and a water dish and probably a few more things. Is there a pet store in the area?"

Dylan stared at him, his eyebrows pulled together.

"I was going to drop her off at a vet or animal shelter so they can find her a home."

"What? You're not going to keep her?" he asked, incredulous.

"No. I never had a pet growing up so I won't know what to do and I won't have anyone to watch her while I'm out on a job or up in the mountains."

"I would watch her. And cats are easier to take care of than dogs. Dylan, you have to keep her."

Dylan eyed him.

"I'll think about it."

Jayce reached towards the kitten and gently stroked her head.

"Come on, let's take her home."

"Hold onto her for a second," Dylan said, passing him the kitten.

He took his jacket and flannel shirt off before putting just the jacket back on.

He took the kitten back and tucked her into a pocket on the inside of his jacket where she would be warm and secure as they walked home.

Jayce had to fight back sudden tears as Dylan knelt down in the snow and gently placed the momma cat onto his flannel before wrapping her up.

"We can bury her in my yard. The ground will be a little tough to get through since it's frozen but I can do it."

Jayce gave him a small smile.

"You're a good man, Dylan."

Once they were back home, Dylan set the momma cat on his porch.

"I'll head back out to dig the hole in a few minutes and you can stay inside with the kitten."

"You don't need my help?"

Dylan shook his head.

"It'll be more helpful for you to keep an eye on the kitten."

Jayce went upstairs to change into sweatpants and bring Dylan another flannel shirt.

He knew Dylan hadn't planned on keeping the kitten but he was going to do his best to convince him to change his mind.

It would be good for Dylan to have a pet, especially one that seemed to have chosen him.

When he came back downstairs, Dylan was sitting on his couch, leaning back in a reclined position.

The kitten was balled up on Dylan's chest, purring.

The sight made him break into a smile, and he took out his phone and took a picture.

"She loves you," he told Dylan. "You have to keep her."

Dylan gently ran a few of his fingers down the kitten's back.

"I said I'd think about it."

He could tell Dylan was already having second thoughts about dropping the kitten off at a shelter.

"If you want to get me a Christmas gift, say you'll keep her."

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

"How is that a gift for you?

"Because I want a kitten too. And I'll know that you have a friend."

Dylan picked up the kitten as he sat up.

"Well, you can sit with her while I bury her mom."

He placed the kitten on Jayce's lap, giving her a small scratch behind the ear before heading towards the front door.

Jayce was secretly relieved Dylan didn't need his help burying the cat.

The situation was already sad enough and he knew he'd feel even worse if he had to watch the kitten's mother be laid to rest in the ground.

He looked down at the kitten, who was looking up at him.

She was a ball of fluff with a tiny face and ears that she had yet to grow into.

Her eyes were a brilliant blue now but he knew they would probably turn to a green or amber color as she got older.

His parents had always had a cat in the house when he was growing up, so he had experience with them and would be able to teach Dylan everything he needed to know.

He watched the flames in the fireplace as he absentmindedly stroked the kitten's back.

He was content here with Dylan and he was contemplating asking Dylan if he could stay for good.

It was a crazy idea since he hadn't known Dylan that long but he was at a crossroads in his life with nowhere to live or work.

It would be the perfect opportunity to start over, as long as he could find work in Winthrop.

His only fear was that it would be too much too fast for Dylan.

Maybe Dylan wasn't ready to have someone in his life all the time.

Both he and the kitten looked up at the sound of the front door opening.

"It's done," Dylan said. "I marked her grave with a pile of rocks and a makeshift cross."

He shrugged off his coat.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Jayce continued petting the kitten, gently scratching her head behind her ears every once in a while.

This had to be confusing for her, with her mother gone and her being in a strange place with people she'd never seen before, but she seemed calm given the situation.

As soon as Dylan was out of the shower and sat back down on the couch, the kitten crawled from his lap to Dylan's.

He rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air.

"Rejected."

Dylan chuckled.

"She likes you too."

"Yeah but she clearly prefers you."

He stood up and stretched.

"We need to get her a few things if we're going to leave her here when we go into town to see the lights. I can go to the store and get what she needs and you can stay here. I'll have to drive your truck though."

Dylan looked at him, his eyes narrowed.

"Don't crash it."

"I won't."

"You told me you don't have a car. You do know how to drive, right? You have a license?"

His mouth dropped open.

"Dylan. Of course I do. I just didn't need a car in the city so I sold mine a couple years ago."

"Okay," Dylan said, still looking wary about letting Jayce take his truck. "Call me if there are any problems."

When Jayce got back from the store, Dylan was stretched out on the couch sleeping.

The kitten was curled up at the top of his chest, half of her body under Dylan's beard.

He smiled and stood admiring the sight for a few minutes before taking a picture.

As much as Dylan protested, he knew Dylan would be keeping that kitten.

He began bringing in all the stuff he'd bought, which woke up both Dylan and the kitten.

Dylan watched as he piled a bag of cat food, cans of wet cat food, plastic bowls, a litter box, a bag of litter, a cat bed and several cat toys in the kitchen.

Dylan then looked up at him and sighed, seeming resigned to the fact that the kitten was staying.

For the rest of the afternoon, the kitten was rarely away from Dylan.

She curled up in his lap while they ate lunch and rode around on one of his shoulders as he walked through the cabin.

When they sat in front of the fire to relax before heading into town, she laid on Dylan's lap facing his stomach and purred, her tiny paws kneading his abs.

"I guess she's decided you're her mother now," Jayce told Dylan, not able to stop smiling.

"She's snagging her claws on my shirt," Dylan grumbled.

All he could do was laugh.

Dylan could grumble as much as he wanted,but the reality was that he'd tolerated the kitten clinging to him wherever he went and was super gentle anytime he picked her up or stroked her fur.

Animals knew when someone was a good person and the kitten could clearly tell Dylan was a gentle soul who wouldn't harm anyone.

"Pumpkin," Dylan grunted.

"What? Did you just say pumpkin?"

"That's what I'll call her. Because she's orange."

Jayce grinned, glad that Dylan had finally given in and admitted what he'd known all along, the kitten was here to stay.

"You and her are like twins. Her orange and reddish stripes match your red beard."

That brought a small smile to Dylan's face.

"We may match but she's a lot cuter than me."

"I can agree with that. But you're more handsome," he said, reaching over to cup Dylan's cheek.

He leaned over and kissed him, careful to leave enough space between them for Pumpkin.

Dylan kissed him back, his tongue brushing against Jayce's.

Jayce hummed and leaned in, indulging in the kiss for a moment before pulling back.

"If we still want to make it to town, we better stop."

Dylan sighed.

"I know."

"We can pick up where we left off when we get back. Come on," he said, standing up and holding out his hand.

Dylan grabbed it and stood up, holding Pumpkin in his other hand.

"You're sure it's okay to leave her?"

"It is. We'll put her and all of her stuff in the bathroom so she can't get into anything. She'll be fine."

Dylan looked reluctant but he helped Jayce move everything into the bathroom.

Right before Dylan set Pumpkin down, he kissed the top of her head and Jayce knew right then that he was in love with Dylan.

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purple-babygirl · 3 years

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you got me reading all your works from 4 AM till 6 AM today, and I have zero regrets. And I’d do it all again. I truly love all of your works, especially those that has anything to do with Bucky.

Now all I can think about is Bucky’s reaction and care to finding out that his Little got an injury—one that she been hiding from him. Omg the fluff.

Anyway, have a great day!

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word count: 3,381 (i know i know...)

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, excessive, probably unnecessary, fluff no one asked for.

A/N: Nonnie, I'm honored💜. Thank you so much for sending me this, you've warmed my heart to no extent💜💜. It is everything when you tell me you like what I share with you. You're so amazing and I hope I'll always deliver and never disappoint you ily:"💜 I know you only said Bucky but I couldn't help but get Papa!Sam in there too, hope you're not mad at me?:" Please enjoy xx.

don't hide

"Oh, we forgot the toilet paper!" Sam groaned, "I'll go get it. Wait here, sugar, okay? Eyes on the bags and don't move. Papa will be right back," he said before marching back to the big store's entrance, leaving her by the car with all the grocery bags.

Papa said to wait there. Papa warned her that the ground was snowy and slippery and dangerous. Papa told her not to move, she reminded herself but she just couldn't help it. She had to grab that orange.

A bag had fallen on its side out of nowhere and an orange had fallen out and rolled away. She needed to get it before Papa came back or else he'd know she wasn't watching the bags and was zoned out instead. She'd be careful and she'd take the fruit and come back to where Papa left her and he wouldn't even know it. She'd take small steps and she'd be quick. Plus, she was a big girl; she'd never slip, right?

Wrong.

Before she could catch herself, her foot was slipping, her arms were flailing and she was on her back on the cold, hard icy ground. She squeaked, pain shooting through her spine like an electric shock. Through panic and pain, she got hold of the stray fruit, managing to get herself up and back to where she was supposed to be standing the whole time before Sam made his way back to her.

"There we go," Sam sighed, setting the bag with the toilet paper beside the others and opening the car.

She was silent, biting down on her lip to stifle the pained whimpers ready to leave her mouth.

"You ready to go, sugar?" He asked her as he stacked the last bag in the car, slamming the back shut.

"Yes, papa." She nodded, the bones supporting her neck hurting as she tried her best not to cry when she slightly bent to get in the backseat.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Daddy and Papa were taking her sledding in the park the next day and she couldn't even be good and obey one single thing she was told. They'd definitely cancel the whole day and make her stay home if they knew what she did. And not only that but she'd surely be punished for not listening and not being careful enough. She could take it. She could play, sled and smile through the pain. Plus, she was a big girl; she could handle a little fall, right?

Wrong.

Her back was killing her. She tried not to hiss when Papa put her seat belt on for her. She had no idea how she'd make it through the day.

"Show daddy what you got him, sugar!" Sam encouraged after leaving the bag of goods on the table for her, walking to the kitchen to drop a bunch of grocery bags

She carefully pulled a chair out and slowly climbed on top, rummaging through the bag until she found a packet of Bucky's favourite cookies. She'd pointed at them as soon as she saw them at the store and didn't stop until Papa got them down the high shelf and into the cart.

Bucky's appreciative smile lit up the room, "oh, for me?"

"Yes, daddy. Got 'em for you." She nodded timidly, playing with her sleeve.

He accepted the cookies with a giddy grin and went to store them in place in the kitchen. She giggled, proud she was the reason Daddy was smiling.

"Thank you, love." Before she could stop him, Bucky was hugging her tight, metal arm pressing on her back to pull her body to his.

The chocked whimper she let out didn't go unnoticed by the super soldier.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky raised a worried brow, flesh hand rubbing circles on her back as a sort of habit.

"Yes, daddy. I'm fine," she lied, held-in tears burning the back of her eyes. She just needed him to stop touching her spine.

"You sure?"

"Sugar, go wash your hands we just got back from outside," Sam reminded, saving her from repeating the lie to Bucky.

"Yes, papa." Her socked feet padded on the floor as she left for the bathroom.

Bucky shrugged it off for now, walking outside to help Sam with the bags. She probably wanted more candy than she was allowed and Sam refused or something of that sort.

When she was done washing her hands, she tiptoed to her bedroom and did her best to redress herself fast. Her discoloured skin looked awful in the mirror. She couldn't let her daddies see the huge bruise that was forming on her back, innocently praying it'd disappear over night so they could still go sledding the next morning.

"You changed by yourself?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing her in a comfier outfit. He knew for a fact Bucky didn't help her because he was washing strawberries in the sink behind him.

"Yes, papa," she muttered hesitantly, fearing his reaction.

"Why didn't you call me or daddy, baby? We could've helped."

"Papa and daddy are busy, didn' wanna bother you," she lied again.

"Doll, we'll never be too busy to look after our favourite girl. You can always ask for daddy and papa's help, okay?" Bucky assured her gently.

"Yes, dada."

"Good girl, here," Bucky grinned, offering her a strawberry.

"Tank you." She took it with a smile and hummed after the first bite, making Sam chuckle.

"You did a good job dressing yourself, sugar. We're proud of you." Sam let his hand cradle the small of her back so he could kiss her forehead.

She whimpered again, biting her lip hard and closing her eyes.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Yes, papa. Strawberry tastes so good."

"Okay, baby. Go play in your room till me and daddy get lunch ready."

"Yes, papa." She pecked Sam's cheek before leaving the kitchen.

"She's lying," Bucky told his husband as soon as she got inside her playroom.

"I know."

She spent the rest of the morning suffering in silence. Her back hurt whenever it came in contact with anything. She couldn't lean forward, or backward. She couldn't even lay down for nap time, crying into her pillow as soon as her daddies left the room.

She'd try not to whine when Daddy's palm touched her upper back. She couldn't enjoy watching her favourite show on TV because she was too busy trying not to pull away when Papa hugged her to his chest while she was on his lap.

As the hours passed, she was in so much pain it was showing all over her face. Sam and Bucky were worried that she wasn't saying anything. They knew something was wrong they just didn't know what. They failed to notice her features scrunching up in pain whenever they touched her because, in their defense, they were always touching her. So they couldn't really pinpoint the problem.

"There you go, sugar." Sam handed her a plastic cup, half full of strawberry milk he'd just whipped in the blender for her.

"Thank you, papa." She smiled gratefully, stretching her neck to kiss his cheek, her face twisting in pain as a result.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay? Do you have a tummy ache? Do you feel sick?" Bucky questioned softly, all while rubbing circles on her upper back.

"No, dada. I'm okay," she continued to lie, sipping from her straw quickly so maybe Bucky would stop and let her drink in peace.

Bucky looked to Sam in defeat and the latter just shrugged at him helplessly.

"Love, me and papa are worried there's something you're not telling us." Bucky's hand caressed further down to the small of her back and she couldn't help but wince, dropping her cup.

Strawberry milk covered her chest and lap and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started crying and apologizing, thinking there was no way out of punishment for her now. They were going to find out.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, sugar. It was an accident. It's okay." Sam tried to soothe her but her cries only grew louder as she let all the tears out.

Her body hurt so bad and it didn't help that Bucky was patting her back to calm her coughs and sobs.

"Come with me, doll. Let's get you cleaned up." She cried harder at Bucky's statement, knowing they were going to see her back now.

"No, daddy, please. Don't wanna." She shook her head, choking on her tears. She made no effort to go to his open arms like she would.

It broke Bucky's heart a tiny bit. He started to think he'd done something; that she was like that all day because of him for some reason.

"But baby, you're soaked in milk. You can't stay like that!" Sam didn't wait for her refusal, slipping his arms under her legs and carrying her body off the couch.

"No, no, papa, please." Her tears wet Sam's sweater, her thrashing hurting her muscles even more.

"Stop crying, sugar. Tell me what's wrong," Sam said, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with her on his lap.

She remained silent, her fist rubbing at her teary eye and her lips trembling.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me and daddy, baby?" Sam tried again, making brief eye contact with a worried Bucky preparing a bath.

"Wanna shower by myself," she muttered when her sobs died out, tears still leaving her red eyes.

"You know we can't let you do that, doll," Bucky sighed.

"B-But I dressed by myself," she cried more, leaning on Sam's chest.

"This is different, baby." He kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you want our help, doll? What is it?"

She was quiet again, making both men sigh.

"Alright, love, hands up," Bucky instructed but she shook her head.

"Come on now, be good. We gotta get you cleaned up, baby, or you're gonna be all sticky," Sam told her, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater.

She gave up fighting; her back was sore and she knew her daddies were going to get her in that bath no matter what. She closed her eyes when the sweater was pulled over her head, preparing herself for Daddy's reaction.

"My goodness, doll! What happened?!" Bucky exclaimed in worry and she started sobbing again.

"What is it?"

"Look at her back, it's messed up!" Bucky gestured to the huge purple and blue bruise, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Oh my god! How did you get this?!" Sam's eyes widened as he questioned her and she only cried more.

It broke their heart. She was in so much pain all morning and they had no idea. How could they be so inattentive?

"Hey, baby, no, it's alright. We just wanna know how you got hurt, sugar. You're not in trouble," Sam reassured, pushing her hair out of her face while Bucky ever so tenderly examined her bruises.

"I'm sorry, papa. I'm so sorry," she cried in his chest, "I- I didn' listen when you- told me to stay I- the orange fell out an- and I wanted to get it and I fell d-down an' hurt m-myself." She tried to explain between hiccups as Sam bit down in realization and regret.

"Aw, sugar," Sam sighed, feeling guilt gnaw at him for leaving her alone by the car. What was he thinking? How could he leave her all by herself like that? She was just a little baby!

"Papa's sorry, baby. Papa's so sorry he left you standing alone and went back inside." Sam apologized, kissing away the tears soaking her cheeks while she sniffled and hiccuped.

"Don't cry, doll. We're not sad with you. You didn't do anything wrong," Bucky cooed, his thumb wiping the tears down her chin and neck.

"B-But I was bad." She looked at Bucky with teary eyes.

"No, doll, you weren't bad. You were just tryna help Papa because you're a good girl." Bucky kissed her temple, holding her forehead to his cheek while he looked at Sam.

The man was zoned out, probably beating himself up somewhere in his mind.

"Let's just get you in the tub for now and then we can let the doctor take a look at your back, okay?"

"What if he gives me shots?"

"He's not gonna give you shots, doll. Only something to apply to your bruise, nothing painful or scary." Bucky promised, easing her off Sam's lap to get the rest of her clothes off.

Sam scratched his head before abruptly standing from the toilet seat, "I'll go start dinner."

Bucky sighed when his husband left the bathroom. He knew Sam was feeling guilty for their baby getting hurt and while he wanted to assure him it wasn't his fault, he had to tend to her for the time being.

"There you go, doll." Bucky carefully lowered her in the tub, letting the warm, soaped water soothe the ache in her muscles.

"Dada, can you come too?" She asked quietly, noiseless tears still leaving her eyes.

Bucky stripped himself at once, cautiously getting behind her in the tub before pressing her back to his chest. She sighed as he held her to him, Bucky's chest being much comfier than the solid ceramic of the tub.

"Is papa mad at me?" She asked Bucky, her voice trembling and breaking as she continued to cry.

"No, no, doll. Papa's not mad at you one bit, he's just worried about you," Bucky said, his hands rubbing softly on her tummy as he kissed her shoulder.

"Then why'd he leave?" Her voice was squishing Bucky's heart and he just wanted both his babies to feel better.

"He's preparing dinner for you, baby. Papa loves you; he could never be mad at you." Bucky turned her head so she could face him and wiped her tears away.

"We love you, doll. No one is mad at you. Daddy and Papa only want you to be okay. We just wanna keep you safe," Bucky told her warmly and she nodded, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck and burrowing her face in the crook of it.

After her bath, Bucky got out first, telling her to wait while he got towels. But instead his legs took him to Sam.

"I feel like shit for not noticing too," Bucky muttered behind his spouse.

"It's not only that- what are you doing strolling around the house in just a towel after a warm bath?! Bucky, you'll catch a cold-" Sam scolded when he turned around and saw Bucky undressed.

Bucky put his mouth on Sam's in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"I'm gonna be fine and so is she," Bucky promised against Sam's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I left her alone, Buck. She got hurt because of me."

"No, love, no. It was an accident. It could've happened anywhere any time."

"I still shouldn't have left her."

"Then we know not to do it again. Don't beat yourself up over it and distance yourself like that."

"I'm not distancing myself."

"Sam, she thinks you're sad with her. Please, love," Bucky begged, his thumb swiping over Sam's skin until the latter nodded with a sigh.

"Now go put on something."

"I thought you liked me naked," Bucky teased.

"Go." Sam lightly slapped his rear.

"I'm going." Bucky laughed, kissing Sam's lips one last time before retreating to the bathroom.

Bucky dressed her in something warm and told her to wait a minute while he got ready so he could take her to the doctor's. She peaked out of her room, hearing onions sizzling in the kitchen. She walked over to Sam as he poured tomato juice and the pot hissed.

"Papa? Are you mad?" She tugged at Sam's sleeve, red-rimmed eyes staring up at the man.

Sam sighed, turning off the stove. He took her hand in his and walked out of the kitchen with her, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything, sugar?" Sam asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, papa," shs teared up, "I thought you'd be mad at me and think I'm bad and not wanna take me sledding no more."

"Baby, I'd never get mad at you for getting hurt. Ever." Sam reassured her, not letting his eyes get glossy with the tears he held in.

"If you get hurt me and papa will take care of you no matter what, doll. That's the only consequence. Do you understand me, love?" Bucky added, walking out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand.

"Yes, daddy." She nodded, throwing herself in Bucky's arms, "I'm sorry. I love you."

"We love you too, doll." Bucky kissed her head, careful not to hug or squeeze her too tight.

"Papa, will you come to the doctor wimme and daddy?" She asked Sam sweetly, leaning on his chest after leaving Bucky's hold.

"Of course, sugar." Sam's thumb stroked her cheek softly.

"And we can still go sledding in the park tomorrow?"

"Oh no, baby, we can't go tomorrow."

"But you said you weren't mad." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

"I'm not mad, baby, I promise, but you're hurt."

"But the doctor is gonna fix it," she whined

"He's a doctor, sugar, not a wizard!" Sam chuckled

"Because wizards don't exist."

"They do exist, but that's not the point," Sam argued and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes behind her back.

"But papa-"

"No buts, doll. We'll go as soon as you get better and we'll stay as long as you want, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy." She complied, knowing they were right; her back was achy and stinging.

As promised the doctor gave her no needles, only a prescription of a cream for her back and a painkiller.

"Daddy, I don't wanna," she whimpered as Bucky lifted her PJs up. She was afraid of the pain she would feel once Bucky started massaging the substance onto her skin.

"I'm gonna be gentle, doll. I promise."

"It's gonna hurt," she complained more.

"Here, sugar, hold papa's hands and daddy will be done before you know it." Sam opened his palms and she immediately put her smaller hands on top.

"There you go, all set. We're ready, daddy," Sam told Bucky, squeezing her hands and smiling comfortingly at her.

She gave half a smile back, blushing as she felt Bucky ever so softly lay kisses down her hurt back.

Sam chuckled, kissing the back of her hand. She slightly hissed when Bucky touched her skin with the cold cream, his pointer and middle spreading it around on the bruises.

"Anywhere else hurts, love?"

"Right here, daddy." She pointed to the back of her neck.

Before Bucky could, Sam tilted himself forward and kissed from the ends of her hair down to where her neck met her back. She giggled, Sam's lips tickling her. The man chuckled again, pecking her cheek.

"Papa?" She held his hands in hers.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you." She wasn't unaware of how he blamed himself for her little accident and she wanted to let him know it was alright; she was alright.

"I love you more, sugar." Sam smiled, relieved, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Starting to feel seriously left out over here," Bucky said, wiping his fingers on a tissue.

Sam rolled his eyes at his needy-for-attention husband before cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead as well, sending blood to his cheeks.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered, squeezing Bucky's right hand.

"I love you more, doll." Bucky echoed his partner, kissing her hand.

For the whole week, Papa and Daddy let her sleep on top of their chests, seeing as cuddling and spooning weren't options and they still wanted to be close. She'd alternate between the men as the nights passed.

Eventually, they did go sledding in the park when she healed, three days in a row. She loved it and she laughed so much till her cheeks hurt. She could handle a little fall after all; she could handle anything as long as Sam and Bucky were there to take care of her through it.

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jayeeintheclouds-inactive · 3 years

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Wake up soon, darling

idk i just felt like writing angst but i have to do hw so here is a short unplanned albedo angst drabble

p.s. comprehension in english will always suck it doesn't matter if im doing it at 7 or 36 years old

Notes: tw implied reader death, delusional albedo, gn reader, angst drabble

Summary: Your nap is taking a little longer than usual.

long time no albedo icon

Albedo may not show it, but he loves to cuddle. He is a complete sucker for cuddles especially if they are from you - just your gentle touch can make him melt in your arms.

He loves it when you cuddle him in the warmth of your shared home, or in his lab in the cold, snowy mountain of Dragonspine. The both of you cuddle more often in the latter, because cuddling was just one of the many ways to warm up in the freezing cold weather (some other ways including stolen kisses and private make out sessions).

It is yet another normal day in Dragonspine. You are once again in Albedo's arms, and he is cuddling you. Your body is unnaturally cold, and Albedo takes it as his duty as a loving boyfriend to warm you up with your desired method.

"You've been napping for some time now, Y/N," Albedo whispers. Your body is cold, so cold, and Albedo thinks he hasn't done a good job in warming you up yet. And so, he hugs you tighter.

Your head lolls back silently, and he gently guides it to rest on his chest, the chest with his beating heart. He is sure his heart is beating loud enough for you to hear - only if you can hear, that is. Maybe if his heartbeat was loud enough, you would wake up from your slumber.

Albedo does not like it when you are asleep, especially when you take long naps like today. He does not like how quiet you are during these times, and he often wishes for you to wake up sooner so that he can see your cheery self again. But he has the decency to not wake you up while you are sleeping, and he intends to do the same again. You are only taking a short nap after all, right?

Of course. You are only quiet because you are sleeping. Your chest isn't moving - well, that's because it's too tired to do so. Your heart isn't beating - nonsense, it's only resting, like you are! Your clothing stained red, a colour you used to despise - maybe you just had a change in taste of clothing. You'll wake up soon, Albedo just knows.

"Wake up soon, darling," He brushes your hair aside to kiss your forehead, and like hours before, you don't move. "I love you."

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin albedo #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo angst #albedo x reader angst #genshin angst

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generallybarzy · 3 years

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If You'll Have Me Forever.

an: this is the little fic i decided to write based on a dream i had. I wrote it all in one day while I was at my grandparent's house with no internet or computer, so i wrote it all in my notebook and then typed it up on here haha.

warnings: unedited, mentions of past emotional trauma and unhealthy families

word count: 1.7k

You always loved spending time with Mat's family. Whenever there was a break in the season, you two quickly found yourselves on a plane out to Vancouver, holding hands in the airplane and in the car on the way to his parent's house.

It had been like this since your first summer with them. Mat had invited you home with him for part of the offseason, and although you'd only been dating almost a year and were still nervous to meet his family, you couldn't say no. His family had welcomed you warmly, in fact, warm may not even be good enough to describe it. His parents smiled as soon as they saw you- saw you holding their son's hand, saw him smile proudly as he finally introduced you to them as his girlfriend.

Then, they hugged you.

You hadn't come from a loving family, not one where you openly told each other "I love you" or "I'm proud of you", and certainly not one that hugged and had family game nights. After much discussion with Mat and with your therapist, you came to the conclusion that your family had been borderline emotionally neglectful, and you saw how your childhood had scarred you. Mat's family was so openly affectionate and loving towards you right off the bat that it overwhelmed you, to the point of you going upstairs and refusing to come down until Mat had a talk with you. He was understanding, gently told them to be a little more reserved, and helped to slowly ease you into their love. And that just made you love him even more.

Now, it was your first holiday season with them. After spending a good chunk of last summer in Vancouver, you were certainly excited to spend a few days of your winter here with them rather than in your empty little apartment. You and Mat had flown out the night before, and arrived early in the morning, grateful that the team had managed a few extra days off this season- just enough days to make a trip worth it. The whole day had been spent talking and laughing and just catching up with his family about the past year- how things were going with your studies, with your job, how Mat’s season was going, and how your relationship was going. Later in the evening, after a long round of some board game they’d pulled from the closet, the jet lag and overwhelming, unfamiliar feeling of familial love caught up to you. So, in the middle of preparing some snacks to munch on during the next round of the game, you faked a phone call and quickly excused yourself to the snowy back patio, slipping into your coat and snow boots on the way and disappearing out the door.

Mat had been keeping a close eye on you all night.

He knew how you got about affection, you were even still a little shy receiving love from him, and the last thing he wanted to do was let him or his family overwhelm you again. He had gone to talk with his dad for five minutes- about a topic that had him immediately searching for you to go hide away and get some much needed alone time- and when he came back to the living room, you weren’t where he left you with his mom and sister.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Oh,” his mom looked up from preparing the food. “She stepped out back to take a phone call.”

“Yeah?” Mat snuck over to the backdoor, squinting out into the snow and spotting your figure, no phone in sight. He slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his jacket from next to the door. “I think the jetlag might be stting in. I’ll be right back.”

He stepped out onto the back patio, the snow crunching beneath his fluffy slippers. You didn’t even turn when you heard the door close behind him, and that’s how he knew something was wrong.

“Baby… what are you doing out in the cold?” He came up next to you, curling an arm over your shoulders. “Were they too much? Should I tell them to back off a bit?” Finally, you turned to face him. Your eyes were wet and red, but you had a soft little smile on your face. “Aw, baby.”

“I love them so much, Mat.”

“C’mere.” He pulled you against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your cold arms. You curled your arms around his waist, snuggling in under his winter jacket. “Babe, you should be wearing something heavier out here. I don’t want you getting sick.” Still, you stayed where you were, tucked into his jacket with him and hiding away from the snow and the world. “I’m glad you love my family so much. I hope you can tell they love you too. And if they’re too much, I’ll tell them, okay?”

“I know.”

“Just let me know. I know how you get uncomfortable when you receive this much love, but I hope you know you deserve it, okay? You’re absolutely amazing.” At his words, you lifted your face from the comfort of his chest, eyes red and face hot, streaked with tears. Snowflakes melted on impact, and Mat’s thumb brushed away the wetness. “Please don’t cry, baby.”

“I’m just… so overwhelmed. In the best way possible, I promise.”

“That’s good.”

“And I’m getting sleepy.”

“Jetlag finally catching up to you?” You nodded, burrowing back into the warmth of his jacket. He smiled, squeezing you against him. “Let’s go to bed, yeah, sweetheart?”

“Nooooo, I just wanna stay like this.”

“Okay, okay.” He smiled and lifted his hands in mock surrender. “We’ll stay out here for a little, but we gotta go in when you get cold.” Mat knew the reason you didn’t want to go back inside yet. One, because you didn’t want to cry in front of his family, but also because after spending the whole day with them, you were starved of sweet, gentle moments like this, alone with Mat. He knew you loved his family, but God, how you loved him. You’d been holding back all your hugs and kisses today, keeping low on the PDA in front of his family, and you’d gotten needy. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his parents, saying the two of you were gonna be done for the night and wanted a little alone time, and he knew they’d understand and head to bed. The snow was picking up now, so Mat put his phone back in his pocket and pulled you with him against the wall of the house, your arms tucked under his fuzzy coat and holding tight around his waist, watching the snow fall and enjoying the comforting silence of the world.

“Do you know how much people love you?”

“Mat…” You smiled and hid your face shyly.

“No, do you know? Everyone who meets you falls a little bit in love with you. Everyone. You just have this… this loveable nature to you/ You’re the sweetest, kindest, most amazing person I know.” You didn’t respond, but Mat saw the smile on your face and felt the way your arms squeezed around his torso. “Remember how earlier, I was talking to my dad? You know what he was saying? He said ‘the way you look at (Y/N), that’s how I looked at your mom’. And how he still does.” That got your attention, and you lifted your face to look at him, at the pretty, genuine love in his dark eyes. “Hey, there’s that pretty face!” Your hands slid further up his back, and you perched up on your tiptoes, reaching up for a soft kiss that Mat gladly met you halfway for. “I’m serious when I say I love you, okay?”

“I know.”

“I get that you didn’t have the best relationship with your family, and they weren’t the healthiest, especially when it came to showing these types of emotions, but I’m gonna make sure you get used to it. Cause you’re gonna be in my life for a long, long time.”

“Forever?”

“If you’ll have me forever.”

Everything went silent, save for the soft falling of snow, at that whispered promise. The tears filled your eyes again, just so, so happy that you had someone like Mat in your life, and that he was so understanding and patient with you.

“If you’ll have me forever, my family would be more than happy to call you one of us. You could spend all your birthdays, holidays, and celebrations here, and they’d love you. I’d love you. I do. You’d never feel unloved again, if you’ll have me forever.”

“Mat are... Are you proposing?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. Not yet, not officially. Just take this as a… warning.”

You laughed a little bit. “A warning, Mat?”

“No, ugh… um, how about a promise. Yeah, a promise. A promise that if you’ll have me forever, I’ll do nothing but show you how damn loveable you are. I know I can’t erase the years of pain… God, or the trauma that your family put you through, but I promise you I’m gonna try my hardest. You deserve so much better than what they’d given to you, and I’ll give that to you.” Mat saw the tears in your eyes and swooped down to kiss your cheeks repeatedly. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you cry, baby.” He could say so, so much more, but he wanted to take care of you first. “Enough of my sappy rambling, yeah? My toes are freezing. Can we go in?” He saw you glance down at his feet and immediately started giggling.

“Nice slippers, grandpa.”

“They’re cozy.” He grinned, happy to see you smiling again. He had grabbed his dad’s shoes to come out, knowing you found his silly dad-fashion funny. “Now, let’s get to bed, sleepyhead.” He pulled you back into the warm, quiet house and led the way up to his bedroom, happy to finally have some time to just cuddle up under the blankets along with you. But as you fell asleep, tucked safely in his arms with a content, peaceful smile, he could fall asleep along with you. Instead, he lay there, watching you for hours, his thoughts filled with his dad’s words from earlier and quietly, secretly, he was writing long lines of phrases he wanted to say to you, phrases that would one day become part of his proposal.

I promise I’ll keep you safe, I promise I’ll keep you smiling and loved... if you’ll have me forever.

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fic #op #fic

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tiens-letters · 3 years

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with these hands, I vowed to love you

with these hands, I vowed to care for you

and with these hands, I ruined you

Childe (angst)

tw : slight gore and just pure pain

...

It was that time of the year again, going back to the snowy region was a bliss for you. Having to visit your fiancée's family was an unspoken tradition after he introduced you to them. They practically took you in as one of them immediately, especially that little angel brother of his.

Teucer.

The train ride was comfortable , the window giving you the familiar beauty of the snowy landscape of snezhenaya. It was snug inside the rather spacious compartment Childe rented out, even when you told him that you'd rather share a normal one due to your thrifty nature he'd shrug it off, claiming it that he has too much mora and nowhere to spend it on other than you.

Gifts from him would scare you as you knew these weren't anywhere cheap. Everything he gave was expensive, he loved showering you in gifts and it made you feel so overwhelmed.

"Ajax, you're spending too much." you were visibly sweating beside him as he picked out another one of the dresses on display at the local boutique of Liyue.

"I think this one would suit you better, don't you think so love?" of course he wasn't listening, placing the dress in front of you

"Ajax." you frowned at him

" I just want to spoil you." he whines

"I know but sometimes its just..." you stopped yourself before saying anything further in fear of offending him

"Was it too much again?" the tone in his voice softens as he puts back the dress, he knew how you didn't like that habit of his, formed from the first time he saw you down by the docks.

"One dress, Ajax. One is enough since you picked it out for me." you gave in not wanting to see him so dejected, he immediately brightens up as he pecks you on cheek before rushing off to a different aisle of clothing. Sighing, you sat down on the sofa present in the shop, watching the ginger decide thoroughly of what dress to buy.

But of course, your love for one another runs deeper than things bought off gold nor silver. No, it ran deeper than anything else, rivaling the oceanic depths.

"What are you thinking about hmm?" he hums below you, head resting against your lap.

"Im just happy to be visiting again, that's all." you smile, nimble hands brushing through his soft hair "Sleep well?"

"You bet I did." he grins taking your hand and placing a kiss to your beating pulse and then another and another, showering you in his deeply rooted affection. Soon his kisses reached where they are supposed to belong, those soft lips of yours and then inching their way to the sensitive spots on your neck, leaving marks only he can place on you.

Breathless and bothered, you pushed him back "The attendants are gonna see, you idiot." at least you still had some control in you

"They will only arrive when we call them , so its fine to have a little fun before we arrive." there was that sly grin of his as he continued in where you both left off, ears perking to hear more sounds exclusively for him and him only.

"You horny bastard!"

...

It was cozy by the hearth, you and his siblings huddled together in one single fleece blanket, steaming cups of hot cocoa in hand. Childish giggles and hushed stories erupted amongst you. Teucer having wrapped in your arms as he snuggled closer. Anthon and Tonia flanking your sides.

"Hey, who's fiancé do you think you guys are coveting?"

"Oh don't be like that, your siblings just miss them." his mother chided from the couch where she sat, an open book on her lap, she didn't seem to age and always looked so young that at first you were shocked to have been introduced to her.

"But mom, I haven't seen her all day." her son pouts as if he were still a child denied his candy

"Give me a break, you're always clinging onto her you know." his sister rolls those identical thalassic eyes at him "You wont die if you go a day without her."

"Listen here you little---"

"Ajax." you interjected, as much as you enjoy the siblingly banter of theirs, you cant have them going at each other with offensive words. His pleading gaze aimed at you as he practically begged for you both to go home.

"Please?"

"After I put Teucer to bed." you sighed, standing up with the youngest in your arms

"Seriously this guy." his sister groaned "I was having a good time."

"Tonia dear, we can continue our conversations tomorrow." you winked at her, it was a promise

"Fine."

Both of you bid farewell to his mother and made your way towards Teucer's room and tucking him in.

"Happy?" you turned to your fiancée, a narrowed look in your eyes as he grinned beside you

"Of course, sweetheart!" he pecked your lips as he pulled you closer

"Can you not do it in Teucer's room? Have some shame." his siblings' comments were endless, this time it was from his older brother.

"That's why were going home." Childe picked you up as you made a surprised yelp making the other party roll his eyes "Also, get ready to lose tomorrow brother. I'm getting that white deer for my lady."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The walk was short towards Childe's home as he preferred living alone. It was a grandiose manor and you were sure you will never get used to how big it was and filled with such furnitures of the finest quality.

"Well, how was your day darling?" you hummed, arms snaking around his neck

"Oh you wouldn't believe it."

...

It was there.

You felt it in the cold breeze that wafted into the room.

A shift in the flow of the wind, it was different yet familiar at the same time. Leaving the window open as the harsh temperatures of the night climbed and crawled inside. The curtains danced in the turbulent current of the gale, carrying songs only you could hear. Songs that made mountains tremble and build civilizations at the same time.

there was something foreboding, something terrifying and something heavy and dark that devoured anything in its path.

You heard him first before he came in through those doors, that tousled ginger hair of his caked with melting snowflakes in the warm glow of the lamps. His rugged appearance caused by the hunting competition between him and his older siblings induced his worn out state. That soft yet jaded smile of his was what welcomed you as he trudged inside the bedroom, lazily discarding his clothes on the basket for dirty laundry and entering the bathroom for a quick shower.

"why is the window open? " he asks you, sliding inside the warm covers

"I just wanted fresh air ." you smile as you shut the windows and pull the blinds enough for you to see the moon that hung above the sky. Joining him under the covers, you cradled him, his head resting on the crook of your neck. Your hands finding their way into those soft locks of his , entangling them as he hummed softly against you. Those arms of his that held weapons and skin littered with scars both old and new now held you close, so tenderly as if he'd never taken a life before.

"sing me a song, sweetheart. " his queries were simple yet genuine

"of course." you sang until you equated him to a sleeping newborn

It was warm, so warm that you could have mistaken it for a summer afternoon in Liyue, resting on the couch with silken pillows and window showcasing the view of the harbor below. The steaming cups of soothing tea Beidou would brew for you when nights became cold at times she would pay you a visit after trading that would take weeks, months and rarely years.

you slept.

Why is it cold? you wondered, Did Ajax open the windows?

You were blessed by the tsaritsa so such climates shouldn't matter to you.

You woke up.

A shadow was cast over you by the man youve sung to sleep. Virulent blue eyes looked at you with so much abhorrence, for a second you couldnt recognize them and thought it was a stranger to which you were ready to terminate.

"Ajax?" your voice was hoarse, as you slowly lost the feeling in your lips.

He was crazed, still trapped in that dreaming state of his, drifting between experiences. Today was a re-enactment of a memory he would never speak of, not even to you. There were parts of him he'd never tell you, such a soul as yours should never hear.

You choked and coughed as the metallic taste of mortal ichor filled your throat. How could you have not felt anything earlier? Was it because of your futile attempts to coax Ajax back into reality or was it because of the numerous thoughts your mind came up with to he answer as to why he is in such a virulent state. Excruciating pain filled your whole body as you writhed and struggled under his grip. It felt as if something was being ripped out of you.

"Ajax, darling come back to me." you cried, it took so much to even utter a word as you bled out, you know not where but you could feel it. The liquid vital for your survival was seeping out of you, flowing like a lazy river on an autumns day, only that it was warm, sticky and addicting.

"Ajax?" a hiss comes from that mouth, he cringes as you freed your numb hands to hold his face and he let you, seeing as to there was no point in stopping you as you dangerously danced on a tight rope of life and death. You couldn't tell in that delirious disposition of yours if his eyes were shifting between Ajax or the primal eyes of a beast hunting its prey.

It wasn't too late was it?

But why didn't your eyes meet his?

Who snuffed out all the lights?

"I've abandoned that name a long time ago."

The cold took over you completely, freezing you until you broke under his touch with words left dying in your ichor filled lips

and then fear was the last thing you felt.

fear that he might not return to his sweet, charming self.

fear that he will curse everything in his path.

fear that he might attempt to use different various methods to bring back what was lost

and fear of his ruination.

you care not for your death, even in your last minutes of life, you dare not blame him for what he's endured so far. only wishing he never had to experience such in the first place.

This is what the wind warned you about in its lullaby.

...

Childe woke up for the second time.

Oddly more worn out than the day before, but your songs always worked, how come? . He wondered if you left to make breakfast as the covers felt empty as he reached out for you. No, you were a late riser, always having to slumber in the middle of the warm covers of the bed you both share. It was he who mostly did the cooking in the morning. So your presence gone was a displacement in the moment of his waking.

His eyes had to adjust to the view of the room as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips as he called for you. The pitter-patter sound of the water on the bathroom tiles were non-existent as he strained his ears to hear for any trace of you.

"What..." he was confused as to why the room was trashed, furniture broken in half and strewn about the room, the drapes shredded and laying on the floor and the mirror shattered to pieces, shards sharp enough to cut through skin yet he slept through such a thing?

his first concern was your safety as you had not been present in the room and it him.

the heavy stench of blood lingered in the air. His enjoyment for such things turned into something suffocating because blood was never shed in his own home nor in his very room. In the state of confusion, something dark caught his peripheral vision. A large blemish in the covers beside him, it was dyed a deep dark crimson and he knew well what it was. He began to shake in worry, telling himself not to panic until he finds you safe. All he could remember was you singing him to sleep, held captive in your soft arms, encased in your warmth, so how did it come to such a morning that looked like a result of a monster's tantrum. He calls out for you, his bare feet on the floor as splinters punctured them and he didnt care. he had to find you.

The hallways looked haunting, the portraits on the walls taunting him and he swore he was going lose it if he hadnt found you sooner, every room was achingly vacant and it felt like a dream. He calls for your name again in a frenzy as he rushes through the place, had the mansion been this big? he thinks as he runs down the stairs.

There in the fireplace, the dying embers of fire lit from the night before, wood giving away and turning into coal as the burning smell mingled with similar stench that engulfed the bedroom, the same dark liquid on the sheets was present as well, only that it was painted into the wall and bled down creating a cascading waterfall.

Because there you were, with arms spread out as if welcoming each and every sinner for solace and blessing them with forgiveness, the drying mortal ichor behind you creating a halo. Your lips upturned into something soft as if you'd do anything disgraceful to keep the effeminacy on a soul lost to ruin.

an angel crucified.

that oh so heavenly face of yours could rival anything beautiful, even statues would crumble under you, nations would go to war for you and bodies of those who want you would turn into a throne built for you and you only. You were immortally ethereal even in death.

Ajax, dear sweet Ajax felt his legs give away, energy having siphoned from him as he trembled so much that it could rival the mountains when they shook. Thalassic eyes, wide blown into grief, anguish and all other emotions crashed against him like strong waves that could drown anyone caught up in it. He knelt as pain spread through him like wildfire, burning, scorching and killing. Agonized cries filled the room and if someone were to pass by, they couldve mistaken it for a dying animal. He gasped and choked on his own breath as he dared to look at you, the tears freely flowing from his eyes, down to his pale cheek and finally falling off his trembling chin to be hungrily absorbed by the carpeted floor that was also tarnished by ichor.

He felt crazed as he wept and in that moment of insanity, he remembered. That most disgusting sin he's ever committed that he should never be pardoned for in the life he has right now and the next ones he will be in. Through the blur of tears, he saw his hands and he wished he didnt.

Sullied hands befitting a murderer.

He screams into the ground, doubling over as his hands find their way into his hair, gripping it and ripping out those jacinthe locks of his. He could never forgive himself now and he never will. He wails out loud until his own throat collapsed into a croaking mess.

and then he couldnt find himself no longer.

The sand of time seemed to trickle down slowly. His eldest siblings came looking for him, to continue the hunt. A once peaceful encounter turned into a nightmarish reality as they witnessed their brother rocking back and forth with you gingerly wrapped in his arms, mumbling your name. Lips pressed to your forehead as he prayed and begged for forgiveness over and over in hushed torn whispers as if it were enough to bring you back and cover that gaping hole in your abdomen.

"What did you do?"

...

"Brother, when are they coming back?"

Oh darling Teucer, innocence reflecting off his eyes as he tugged on his brother's sleeve. The toy you gifted him clutched tightly at his side.

"I dont know kid, their mission was sudden so its best to wait. Can you do that Teuc?" the truth about you was kept behind closed doors, only adults can speak of and if they did, it took time to keep the conversation smooth and off of any grief nor sadness when your name reached their tongue. The younger ones would never know until the time is right. When everything was taken care of and hearts moved on.

Your funeral was held in secrecy yet was it was grand. Something that would hold the significance of your memories with them. It was beautiful, your favorite flowers lined along your coffin, and you. Looking ever so ethereal even when death has kissed you, clad in that dress Childe bought for you.

"uh huh!" the youngest ginger nodded eagerly and skipped away as the eldest sighed into his hands, the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders as he worried more and more about his younger sibling. Another memory, a mind broken and a his soul withering. was there any way to save him?

Days seemed to go by as any glimpse of the man was scarce. Until one day they ceased to see him altogether. It started at lunch, a week after the funeral when it took everyone to coax him into eating more as he lost weight and trickled down to a whole day. Cooped up in his room, clinging to a pillow with the fading scent of you. and then he was gone, like a snowflake melting upon ones forehead. They grew anxious and thought of the worse until they caught wind that he was back in Liyue from one of the agents only then were they allowed to breathe a little better.

"Childe, what finds you here?" the calm tone of the geo archon's voice broke him out of his trance

"Have you seen my fiance?" Zhongli blinks at the question of the harbinger, he knew what befell you and yet this man before him seemed clueless enough as to what he committed. How Childe did what he did, he seemed to sympathize with in a way that would make him understand his behavior.

" I have not." he couldnt bring himself to tell this man the truth. Perhaps he was sparing him, spearing that mind of his into spiraling down into nothingness and a heart that was held by a thin piece of thread. "Perhaps it is better to enjoy yourself while you wait for them."

To deviate oneself from the loss might be the best way Childe right now until his mind is ready to accept the torment of the heavy truth that would slew this man.

"I see. " he smiles and yet it feels so empty to Childe, the reason? He wouldnt know or atleast his mind wouldnt allow him to know

"Ill see you around then Xiansheng."

Everything that he portrayed lacked and all he could do as he's always did.

...........

i had to.

I hope yall would get Childe :)

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Snow Day - Dad!Schlatt and Reader

Pairings: none

Characters included: Schlatt, Tubbo, Quackity

Warnings: cursing

Series: It’s a small fun drabble

Summary: It snowed in Manberg! How can you not be excited for it! Tubbo and Y/N certainly are, dragging their father Schlatt out so they can play in the snow.

Word count: 2220

Author’s Note: Okay, obviously lorewise this doesn’t make much sense but I just wanted to have a nice little drabble about Dad!Schlatt playing with Y/N and Tubbo in the snow since I love snowy days. Also I’m kinda just writing drabbles right now to get through my writers block so if you have any ideas shoot em my way though I am a slow writer, sorry

„Dad! Dad! Wake up!“ Y/N came running into Schlatt’s bedroom, jumping straight onto his bed, landing on his legs.

Schlatt threw his eyes open and let out a pained cry. His child was young and not that heavy but it still felt like they just snapped his legs in two.

“God damn it, Y/N! What in the world are you doing? How early is it anyway?” he sighed as he pushed them off to the side so they wouldn’t destroy his bones anymore, wondering why they were awake so early. Taking a short look at his alarm clock he could see he still would’ve had about an hour of sleep before having to get up for work.

Their eyes were wide with excitement as they grabbed his blanket and begun pulling on it “Dad! It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” Jumping up and down in excitement on the side of his bed.

Now it made sense why Y/N woke him up.

A smirk appeared on his face. He closed his eyes again, pulled his blanket up and turned away from Y/N. Acting as if he fell asleep again.

“No!” Y/N cried out in horror. Throwing themself against Schlatt and grabbing onto his horns. Softly pulling on them. Not hard enough to hurt but just enough to annoy him.

He finally decided to sit up “Okay! You won! Let me get dressed and then we’ll see about going outside, okay? Also wake your brother up if he is still asleep. He’ll want to go out as well.”

Their frown immediately turned into a huge brimming smile “Yes!” He let out a deep breath, already knowing that this day would be a straining one. Actually he had some stuff to work on back in the White House but alas the first snow fell and these plans got obviously pushed back.

Maybe he needed that small break anyhow.

As he got up and got dressed in comfortable and warm clothing, opting out of his usual suit due to the snow, he heard some rumbling and laughing from outside his room. The two kids were excitedly yelling about the snow, making snowmen and igloos.

Once he got properly dressed he took a look outside his window only to see Manberg covered in a thick layer of snow. It looked peaceful and beautiful but dread was still building up in him. If the snow was that thick he will have to shovel some of the snow in front of his house away. To that he would have to make his way to the office through all of that.

It was very tempting to grab his communicator and shoot Quackity a message that today the two could take the day off, though as president of a small nation this isn’t a thing you could just nonchalantly do. So instead he grabbed his communicator and wrote Quackity a different message “Will come in a few hours later than usual today. You can take your time as well.”

He didn’t immediately receive an answer. Quackity was probably still asleep, which made sense. He didn’t have a child at home that woke up early and noticed the snow before anyone else in the house after all.

Schlatt opened up the door to his room only to see Tubbo skipping down the stairs, already dressed and full with energy. Of course he was happy to see both of his kids being excited but he was still lagging behind concerning his own energy.

“Hey, kiddos.” He yawned, stepping down the stairs himself, already seeing the two trying to wrangle themselves into their boots. “Before we go out let’s eat some breakfast first.”

“But dad!” Tubbo whined, still trying to push his foot into the shoe.

Schlatt shook his head “No buts. First breakfast and then we can go out and play.”

Both Tubbo and Y/N looked absolutely betrayed he would force them to eat first before being able to go out but they also knew there was no sense arguing with him about it, so they just begrudgingly let go of their boots and followed their father into the kitchen where he begun making some basic breakfast for the three of them.

Schlatt was taking his time drinking his coffee and eating his food, slowly waking up properly while Y/N and Tubbo couldn’t sit still on their chairs. Wharfing down their food and drink as fast as they could only to be annoyed at Schlatt’s slow eating. He would lie if he didn’t think it was a tiny bit amusing watching them as they struggled to patiently wait for him. Honestly it looked like they were sitting on hot coals.

“Come on! Eat faster!” Y/N drawled out angrily. Tubbo let out a frustrated sigh showing that he was just as annoyed as his little sibling.

Oh how easy Schlatt could prolong this by pouring himself another cup of coffee. He almost went for it but he didn’t want to torture his kids too much.

Rolling his eyes he gave them a small nod “Alright, alright. You guys get dressed up and I’ll follow you guys in a sec.”

Both let out relieved sighs and exclamations almost literally jumping off their chairs and running out to get their things.

That’s when Schlatt’s communicator rung. Seems like Quackity finally answered him.

“Gotcha Boss.”

While Schlatt didn’t necessarily wanted to make his children wait even longer he still took the time to get properly dressed up in his coat, gloves and scarf. He even got some ear muffs out for the two as well which the two didn’t appreciate. Schlatt used his authority as their dad though to make them wear the muffs.

Then it was finally time. Schlatt opened the door and the kids ran out right into the snow. Both laughing in glee as they threw themselves right into it. Schlatt wanted to chastise them for it since this would most likely end up with them catching a cold but he stopped himself. It has been a while since they could play in the snow so he wanted to let them enjoy themselves like that just for a little bit. Also he didn’t like how much he acted like a typical boring, worried dad.

While the two were yelling and throwing snow around Schlatt got his snow shovel out and begun freeing up the front door. He was a few minutes in as he felt something pull on his jacket. Turning around he saw Y/N trying to get his attention.

“Can you help us build a snowman?”

Y/N looked expectantly at their father. Cheecks and nose flushed from the cold. Snow was gathering on their head, especially on their small horns. The horns were still pretty small but since they were a bit rough the snow stuck to them very easily. Schlatt smiled and got rid of the snow on their head.

“Alright but only one. Then we have to make our way into the city.”

Their eyes begun to glisten “You are taking us with you to work?”

“Something like that, come on kiddo. Let’s get the snowman going.”

Together the three begun working on making a snowman together. Schlatt took care of the biggest snowball since he was obviously the strongest of he group. Tubbo took care of the middle part and Y/N rolled together the head for their master piece. Since they were also the fastest done they were allowed to look for things to decorate it later with.

As Tubbo helped Schlatt setting the snowman together Y/N reappeared with some twigs and stones in their hands.

“There you are, was wondering what took so long.” Tubbo smiled as he put more snow on the snowman to fill in some indents.

Y/N just stuck their tongue out and begun trying to stick some twigs at the side to make some makeshift arms for the snowman. Schlatt helped them a little bit to make sure it was really stuck in there before they continued to put on a crooked smile with small pebbles.

Once they were done the group gave the snowman a good look over. It was definitely not perfect but both Tubbo and Y/N had they biggest and proudest smiles on as they looked at it. Schlatt was smiling too, more happy about their happiness than their little snowman.

That’s when Schlatt had an idea. He took some of the more elastic twigs and put them on the head of the snowman, curling them around its head to make it look similar to the horns he had and pushing the ends back into the head so it would stay in that form. Well, to be fair Tubbo’s horns were well on their way to resemble his and while Y/N’s were still pretty small they already begun to show a similar curl.

Satisfied with his work he picked up Y/N who wrapped their arms around him for a short hug “Thanks Dad. It looks great.”

Tubbo nodded “Yeah! That does kinda look like dad though!”

Schlatt frowned “Hey! What is that supposed to mean!”

“How about we add two more later as well! One for me and one for Y/N!” Tubbo stated. Expertly ignoring his father’s outburst.

Y/N giggled “Yes! Let’s do it!”

“Later. I have to slowly get into the city so I can go work. I’ll take you guys with me this time. We’ll find something for you guys to do there, alright?”

The two agreed sure enough so the group made their way, albeit slowly due to the snow, into the heart of Manberg where the White House was waiting for them. Usually Schlatt would leave them at home. Tubbo was old enough to look over his younger sibling and the way into the city isn’t that long either way anyhow. They would hang around at home and do their shenanigans or just run to Manberg where they would hang out with the other residents.

Schlatt had problems expressing it but he was truly proud of his two gremlin kids. They were usually really patient and polite which was honestly pretty surprising seeing how he acted but somehow he managed to raise two polite and nice kids. Okay, they sometimes get into trouble but who could fault them that’s just what kids do.

Inside Manberg you could see a few residents shoveling snow away from the walkways and homes. Some seemed to be happy to see the snow while others were pretty annoyed. Schlatt would have been one of the latter group if his children weren’t so happy with all of this.

He has really gone soft hasn’t he?

“Alright. We are here now. You guys can come in with me and warm up a bit but you two can also go and play.” He rambled off as he set Y/N back down.

“Can we have some money so we can buy some food from Niki’s?” Tubbo asked.

Schlatt frowned, putting on an expression as if him getting out some money and handing it towards him was physically hurting him “You are killing me, Tubbo. You better not waste it.”

Tubbo just rolled his eyes and held his hand out for Y/N to take it so they could walk off together.

Schlatt put his hands on his sides, looking at the two walking off for a few seconds before he felt something hard hitting his back, resulting in him letting out a yelp in surprise. Both the kids turned around laughing at the weird sound their father made only to see Quackity standing behind him with a mischievous grin, already forming a new snowball in his hands.

“Oh you are so dead, motherfucker.” Schlatt grumbled only to make a snowball himself to throw it at the duck hybrid, hitting him square in the chest. Feeling a tiny bit vindicated by this Schlatt begun to cackle.

Y/N looked at Tubbo, not sure what to make of this, who in return just shrugged. When they looked back at their still cackling dad they saw how Quackity was pointing to the snowball in his hand and then at them. It took them a moment to understand what he meant but immediately crouched down to get better access to the snow once they understood. Tubbo followed suit.

This is how a full blown snowball fight started though it wasn’t much as a fight since Quackity, Tubbo and Y/N all concentrated on Schlatt. Throwing all they had against him. Schlatt had to hide behind an old stall that was still standing on the marketplace, only sometimes looking from behind it, throwing his own snowballs.

To think he was angry and trying his best to get this stall removed for the longest time now only for it to now save his life.

“Y/N! You are supposed to throw it at your dad! Not me!” Quackity suddenly yelled out.

Curious Schlatt took a look from behind the stall only to see how Y/N ran towards him to hide behind the stall as well while Quackity was trying his best to get rid off the snow that was on his beanie.

Schlatt was impressed. A headshot, huh.

Y/N was out of breath huddling down next to their father “I thought it was unfair. Three versus one didn’t seem right.”

Schlatt formed a new snowball, handing it to Y/N “That’s why you are my favorite” he joked “Now let’s start the counterattack.”

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the-little-shadow · 3 years

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Beautiful, My Beautiful Lady.

Cold anon : Hello there sleepyhead, just wanna ask - do you take some request about writing too? If yes, could you do Donna x Servant(male) reader with a song that i do adore by mindy gledhill? If not - then please ignore this request!

I hope you have a great day or night! -Cold Anon.

Sleepyhead : Hello there -i finally have my personal Anon- and yes, i could do it for you so no need to be shy to request something! Though it'll take some time since i'm still a college student- i hope you like it!

A/N : the reader has telekinesis-

Summary: Donna sings to herself as the reader leaves the house to buy some groceries from Duke. The song contains Donna's feelings for the reader and she doesn't realize that the reader hears the song she sings. Can Donna explain the truth to the reader? In particular, can the reader accept Donna's feelings?

Seeing that it had snowed and the temperature was starting to get colder, [Y/N] took the coat that was hanging and put it on neatly. [Y/N] didn't forget to also wear a scarf Donna made. Taking a deep breath, the [colour] eyes immediately turned towards to the hanging mirror. A gentle smile slowly etched on his face, [Y/N] was so happy that he finally got to wear the scarf that was so precious to him.

Angie, the doll, notice this. She immediately got off the chair and approached [Y/N]. "Where do you want to go?" she asked, tilting her head. "Ah, Angie. I just wanted to buy some things from the Duke - we are run out of groceries. Can you tell Lady Beneviento that I'll be back soon?" Angie's attention immediately turned to the window showing the snowy season outside, she looked back at [Y/N]. Quickly, the doll hugged [Y/N]'s pants tightly making [Y/N] flinch slightly.

"Then come back soon, okay? It's so cold outside, Donna and I don't want you to get sick, even worse, a high fever like that time."

[Y/N] softened his gaze then he squatted down and patted Angie's head lightly, "I promise, I won't be long." After reassuring the doll, [Y/N] stood back up and started to grip the doorknob. "I'm sure of that." Angie watched his figure leave their house and closed the door so the temperature inside the house wouldn't get colder.

Not wanting to make the Dollmaker wait long, Angie immediately went to Donna's room. She opened the door and saw the owner of the house was now sewing clothes for other dolls. "Mother! Father said he was going away for a while to buy some things from the Duke, he promised he would be back soon." Angie told Donna as she walked over to her.

"Is that so? he'd better keep his word." Donna replied, she looked at Angie then motioned herself to sit on her lap. "Father also wears a scarf that Mother made for him. He looks very handsome when he wears it." She exclaimed happily, both of Donna's cheeks blushed as she imagined the man wearing the scarf she had made.

"Angie, please. Stop calling him Father. He's not my lover nor husband-"

"-Yet. He's going to be MY Father soon."

Donna couldn't help but sigh when Angie said that, she immediately finished her work for hours and then she went to the main room with Angie in her arms. She looked at the painting of herself and Angie with the man, a gentle smile she could see on [Y/N]'s handsome face. The man's presence made her life shine brighter again, Donna was really grateful for that.

She slowly hummed then she began to sing, "everything you do it sends me,"

She put Angie on the chair and took a photo of [Y/N] which was on the table. "higher than the moon with every twinkle in your eyes,"

She started to circle around the table while looking at [Y/N]'s photo, "you strike a match that lights my heart on fire-"

Hearing this, Angie immediately panicked, "Mother - Are you okay!?" Donna looked at Angie and then she reassured her doll that she was fine. "When you're near i hide my blushing face and trip on my shoelaces" Angie just rolled her eyes and let Donna continue singing.

"Grace just isn't my forte- but it brings me to my knees when you say,"

The Dollmaker put the man's photo frame back and poured the tea into her cup "hello, how are you, my darling, today?"

After pouring tea into each cup, Donna took her seat and held hers, "i fall into a pile on the floor, puppy love is hard to ignore."

Donna turned her attention to the man's photo frame "when every little thing you do i do.. Adore." Then she put on her sad smile on her delicate face. With that, Donna sipped her tea with a calm and messy feeling.

"... lady Beneviento?"

Donna's eye widened when she heard her servant's voice, Angie immediately look at her Mother's back and saw [Y/N] is now standing in front of the door with blush on his cheeks. "Ohoho~ he's already back Mother- you better confess or this awkward atmosphere will engulf the two of you, Welcome back! Come join us, [Y/N]!!" The man putting all the supplies and groceries on the near table and then he slowly walked up to his Lady and Angie. Donna didn't utter a single word since she's too busy thinking that 'did her servant listen to everything she just sing?' She's really afraid to see [Y/N]'s expression right now.

"What are waiting for? Come, sit down next to Donna!" Angie invited the man and making him sit next to the head of the house Beneviento. And nope, no words are coming out of the Lady's mouth nor the servant's mouth.

Silence engulf the room, Angie roll her eyes as she cross her wooden arms, "Okay, quick question; [Y/N]!"

"Y-Yes..!?"

"Did you hear the song? The song that Donna just sing?" She question while tilting her head, The man hesitately nod his head and lower his head, "i'm sorry if that's.. Uncomfortable for you, Lady Beneviento." The servant apologize to his lady immediately, Donna sighs in relief, "No need to apologize, [Y/N]. Just-.. Don't tell the other lords that i-i.. I could sing, because it'll be embarassing.."

"Of course, i will never bring it up unless you want me to, my lady."

Once again, Silence engulf the three of them. Angie decide to break the boring silence, "Did you hear the i do adore part, [Y/N]?" She ask again - making Donna roll her eye behind her long black veil.

"Yes, Angie." he answered as he try to stay calm. "Then... What do you think about it?" He raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Pardon?" Angie giggles at this and then she bounced in her sit, "about Donna that she adore you silly!"

His face immediately turn red as tomato then he turned his attention away from the doll while clear his throat. "Well... It's an honor for me if lady Beneviento adore-" before he finish his sentence, Angie cut him off "in romantic way! Not platonic or something like that!" his eyes widened after hearing her statement.

"Angie!" Donna exclaimed at her precious doll, Angie just keep grinning to herself

"Well.. About that i-" he pause himself, not sure about to answer. Donna look at her servant in hopeful way, believing him that he would not leave her and Angie like the others did for years.

The man served Donna with respect, no yelling or protest from him, he always waited and remained patient to get other instructions from Donna, he also understood the problems Donna had experienced.

He is Kind, Understanding, Generous, Gentle and very Polite. How could Donna not fall in love with him- let alone the girls in the village?

Donna stayed silent; clearly not focus on her servant and her doll talking. Until Angie gently shake her shoulder, "Donna? Donna are you okay?" the woman glance at her doll behind her long black veil and nod her head, gesturing to continue.

Instead of talking, Angie immediately laughed and leave the room while giving the servant thumbs up. Donna is confused, why is she suddenly leave the room - especially alone with the man she adored so much?

Without wasting any time, [Y/N] got up from his seat and walk over to the lady then knelt down while gently grab her delicate hands. "Lady Beneviento i-.. Honestly, i adore you too. I adore you with all my heart. I don't care what the other say about this, i don't want to believe their words or the negative comments about you."

He can feel that Donna's hands are shaking when he keep holding it and tell her everything about how he felt towards her. "I-is it true? That you adore me too?" Donna ask her servant while trembling - then a smile that she loved so much is already on his face, "of course, i adore you so much. That's why, i would do anything for you and there will be question when you're going order me to do it." he answered while puffing his chest like a happy kiddo.

Donna chuckled then shook her head, slowly the chuckle turned into soft sobs. [Y/N] immediately gave her a comfortable and warm hug; waited until Donna calmed down.

"I-i'm sorry.. I just- i'm so happy right now.." The dollmaker tried to explain but cut off by her servant, "i understand, i'm also happy too when you adored me since...?" "since you take care of me when i'm sick." "ah yes, that one year ago. Wait, For that long!? Now i feel really bad for not notice this sooner."

Donna put her hand on his shoulder, "please, don't be. I understand that some feelings are blooming with a long time. Well, mine is already bloom in front of you.." [Y/N] chuckled at her then stare at the veil with curiousness. When Donna notice the stare he immediately avert his gaze to somewhere else and then slowly stood up. "I almost forgot that i have something for you, Lady Beneviento-". "Please, call me Donna, [Y/N]."

‘Donna? So Donna Beneviento is her full name? What a beautiful name for a percious yet fragile lady like her..’

He smiled at her and then nod his head, [Y/N] gp to the bag full of groceries he just buy and then he take a small white box from the bag. He look at Donna with full of admiration and Happiness then he showed her the gift. "For you, My lady."

Donna take the small white box and open it, she gasp when she saw a beautiful diamond ring that shine like the moonlight she loved so much. "This ring.. It's very beautiful, how much for a beautiful ring is this?" she ask while examining the ring with carefully.

[Y/N] shrugged at the question, "1000 lei - it's not that much-" "1000 lei?! [Y/N], this ring is very expensive and you-.. You buy it with your own money just to give it to.. A disgusting woman l-like me?"

[Y/N] frown at this and then shook his head, "why would you say something like that? I don't adore an ugly woman; because i believe that every women in this world are beautiful, especially you, My Lady." Donna keep silent as she fight for herself to not let a single tear fall again. Even though [Y/N] couldn't see it behind her veil.

There's silence for a moment, until [Y/N] ask her a permission that she will not let everyone touch it. "May i?" he ask while gestures to her veil, she is debating with her mind and her heart is beating uncontrolable. With that, she decide to let him - to show him her true face.

But before he take off her veil, Donna felt that his hand gave her a comfort squeeze and let her calm herself down again. Minutes has passed, Donna nod her so her servant can finally lift her veil.

And when he did, the massive growth of flesh that overtook the woman's right side of her face - completely replacing her right eye is what he sees. [Y/N]'s eyes widened at his lady's face -the horror and fear in Donna's eye- before she's rambling about negative things about herself, [Y/N] immediately shut her with a sudden hug again. Letting her tears flow on his chest. Donna hug him tight for her dear life.

[Y/N] whispers something to comfort her and rub her back gently, he even kiss her forehead - not carring about the massive flesh. He wiped her tears and then smile softly at her, his gaze making Donna's heart melt with joy. The way he look at her is his reply, he accept her. Everything about her.

‘and i still adore you so much.’

“Beautiful, My Beautiful Lady.” he whispers while cupping her pale cheek, and then when they are about to close the gap between the two of them - Angie barged in the room while screaming, "AAAAA DONNA SAVE ME FROM THOSE BEES!!" She jumped on her lap and hug her tightly as she buried her face on donna's neck.

[Y/N] snapped his fingers and the entrance was instantly closed before the bees entered the Beneviento estate. Their attention turn to [Y/N] who is smiling happily after shutting the door closed without touching it. "The bees won't harm you anymore-"

"YOU-.. YOU'RE A TELEKINESIS JUST LIKE THAT METAL HIMBO BRAIN ROT!?" Angie ask [Y/N] with eagerness as she sat on his lap instead of Donna's.

"I don't know who are you talking about but yes, i'm a telekinesis." [Y/N] answered while pat her head and still hold Donna's hand as if there was nothing happened after seeing her true face. "So... Did i ruined the moment?" Angie asks with her smug face, "well, a little bit." [Y/N] answer her, He can feel that Donna held his hand and give him a tiny squeeze.

"Ohoho~ alright alright! I won't bother you two and i'll close my eyes!" With that, she immediately closed her eyes with her wooden hands as she keep giggling.

Donna roll her eye and then she glance at her soon-to-be lover, [Y/N] grinned at her then take her veil off slowly that showing her black silky hair with a small bun behind it, he smiled at her and then cupped her pale cheek.

"When every little thing you do, i do adore."

Donna smiled shyly at him and close the gap between the two of them - to make it official about their feelings and their relationship.

"Now finally; i have my own father!"

"Angie- "

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