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chaoticyumelikes · 2 years

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Hubert Von Vestra x GN! Reader

You'll meet Hubert just like he meets anyone. Yes, through the Academy. He is fishing out prospects to help Lady Edelgard in every future endeavor. So if he approaches you, he has studied you to a creepy and accurate extent. Yes IF he approaches you. He must make sure first that you are indeed useful.

After he considers your utility to his and most importantly Lady Edelgard's plans, he will keep an eye on you. I am not going to lie he will come off as creepy to you. He only tones down his creepy vibes when Edelgard orders him to so trust me you are getting scared.

Undoubtedly one night when you are walking to your room you come across him.... Bernadetta still considers your screams are like that of a banshee while Lysithea and Ashe still think there's a ghost roaming the academy at night.

His absolute devotion to Edelgard will strain your relationship a bit. On one hand if you are to become friends with the Empire's heir he will become menacingly jealous (he already has to deal with Monica he will be damned if he has to deal with another) on the other hand you may come to the misunderstanding that he is in love with her.

While on the subject of jealousy he will find it curious that he still feels that way when you approach other students and sometimes even teachers.

Prepare to have that weighting feeling of having eyes behind your back. Hubert whether or not in a relationship with you he always has his eyes or some of his trusted associates' on you at all times. You have never felt more uncomfortable and yet safer at the same time. Once Edelgard catches on (often being the victim of Hubert's overzealous nature) she will give you tips on how and when to get some time alone.

Hubert is probably going to be the last person to realize his true feelings for you. The man isn't dense by any means but with all the planning and scheming this man has far too much on his mind. Edelgard probably finds out much faster than him.

Speaking of Edelgard, when she catches on to Hubert's feelings for you and sees how hard he is failing at it, she is on a mission. She invites you often for tea in the hopes to study you, to see if you are a right match for him and to see if you are invested romantically in him as well. Once she gets all the info she needs she goes to the one who will hopefully, due to experience, will be able to help stop all the foolishness Hubert and you are doing by evading each other - none other than Dorothea

Turns out Dorothea already knows and the whole Black Eagles have been placing bets around the subject. Some (Petra) even suggesting force.

All of the Black Eagles are now intent on helping out with varying degrees of ultimate failure (Ferdinand tried to put the two of you together but somehow ended up making you believe that Hubert and him were together). The only success they had was to invoke Hubert's absolute fury. While shielded most of the time by Edelgard, the team decided to give up just in case they were walking towards an early grave like Hubert has detailed in very creative ways.

Fortunately for the team, someone else caught wind of the predicament, the master schemer himself, Claude von Riegan. So it was to everyone's surprise to see Claude one day just openly and loudly flirting with you. Everyone stared at awe at the scene and then stared at the absolutely terrifying dark aura emanating from Hubert. For you see, at that moment, Hubert might have discovered his feelings but as to make the noble sacrifice of not putting you in any danger for the upcoming war he forgot other fools might take you and put you in far more danger for they could not see, treat or protect you the way he could.

So after putting himself between you and Claude he invited you for tea which you accepted. Well, you had tea, he had coffee. You two chatted a bit before Hubert got serious and proposed his feelings in the most business way possible. He highlighted how advantageous it would be for you to be involved with him even going as far as laying the beneficts of your family being aligned with his (should you be noble or not). Before he could extend his monologue any further you interrupted him with the most powerful and yet simple words available to you - "I like you too."

Hubert stopped speaking entirely, the only evidence he was still alive was the blush on his face and ears - "O-oh! T-that's-- Yes... That is very..... Um.... Good!"

You giggle at his reaction but lightly taking his hand in yours you propose you take things lightly, go on a few dates before you even think about "the beneficial sides for the families"

He agrees and then he hears the collective of the student body sigh with relief "FINALLY!". The relief is short lived however as a monster suddenly appears in the depths of the academy. All it was heard was an urgent shout "Dammit Hapi!"

Hubert was now more content to be at your side rather than tailing your shadow. He was still highly devoted to Edelgard and you respected that but now he had you to lovingly be devoted to and having that same devotion back at him. At first he wasn't used to it. Having someone devote themselves to him like you do. But he had to admit it was rather heavenly.

During the war it wasn't easy. Hubert kept trying to take you away. To keep you safe but you stubbornly refused to leave his side. Arguments were frequent about that topic as well. Once he went as far as saying you were distracting him from his duty making you go on the completely different squad than his. Before he could ever apologize your squad had already gone on a recon mission.

Hubert could not sleep for days after that. He always kept his ears out for news from your squad, always on his nerves' end should something happen to you. And one day... his fears came to be. Your squad was attacked suddenly.

At the news he froze till Edelgard snapped his attention back. He got on the first horse he could find and rode to where your squad was seen last. Ferdinand rode with him should he lose himself in his panicked state and made Hubert take breaks for his and the horses' sakes. All he knew was that you were still so far from him, you could be hurt, taken prisoner, dead... He had to get to you as fast as he could before his minds' violent imagination drove him mad.

After days of riding he got to your squads camp. Your squad had been taken by surprise but managed to withstand with the minimal casualties and a few injured. You yourself had been injured but it was just a few cuts and bruises. He spotted you first after looking around desperatly and wrapped his arms around you in an almost suffocating embrace. He cried that day, he didn't care, he had you. He had you. You took him to your tent and after a series of apologies he kissed your every cut, every bruise, every scar and promised himself he would never allow this to happen again.

The ones that attacked your squad and managed to escape were hunted down mercilessly and so were their lords. For Hubert would not suffer any threat to house Vestra and yes, even if not married now, he saw you as his.

From day onward you two were truly inseparable. And soon Edelgard began poking at Hubert to propose to you with her blessing. The day of the Emperor's marriage to Byleth, Edelgard threw the bouquet strategically and aggressively at you (making you fall back at the sheer force of the throw). And yes, when you FINALLY get married, Edelgard had to include in her speech "and they FINALLY proposed! FINALLY got married, in all seriousness I was afraid children would come first than this contract!".

You two did grow inseparable despite it all to the grand relief of all your friends.

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nabateaprodigy · 6 months

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it's me again, this time with my request :D

may i request ferdinand von aegir, caspar von berliez and dorothea arnault seeing their crush dancing with someone else on the night of the ball?

hope you're having a great day! <3

Hey! That Dance Is With Me!

Series: Fire Emblem.

Characters: Ferdinand, Caspar, and Dorothea.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

The night of the ball was a night that many students in Garreg Mach Monastery had been looking forward to. The night was in full swing and students were enjoying it in various ways. Some were dancing and some were sitting at tables chatting and having drinks.

It was truly a relaxing time for everyone that night they could forget about their studies and have some fun. Three students in particular had been looking forward to this most. They had made sure to look their best and well maybe confess something...

One of those students was looking around the room for you. It was a bit difficult to move around because of the people dancing. But then they saw you and you were dancing with someone else...

Ferdinand

Ferdinand could not believe this! The AUDACITY! This person has and dares to dance with you?

He is Ferdinand Von Aegir! There is no one more deserving to dance with you more than him! I mean after all the both of you are together-

That is what he would like to say but the truth is Ferdinand has had a crush on you for a while now. That night he has planned everything! He made sure he looked his best and at the end of the night would confess to you in the Goddess Tower.

But now his plans have been ruined! Well, the night was still young! He would simply wait for you to finish dancing with this person. After all, as a noble, it would be rude to interrupt the both of you.

Caspar

A ball? That's something Caspar wasn't interested in However if his brother were here then he would attend the ball. Being the second son of his family had never bothered Caspar. After all his older brother would be the next head of the family which left Caspar with far fewer responsibilities to worry over.

He considered not even attending the ball that was until he overheard that you were attending the ball. Change of plans he is now attending!

Although a part of himself now suddenly regrets attending the ball so last minute. Why would that be? Well, Caspar didn't know how to dance...

Damn, be the second son of the family! If he were his brother he would surely know how to dance. But okay don't panic you're here for Y/N after all!

The room was crowded with so many people attending and difficult to move around with even more people dancing. But after some time he found you and wait...you're dancing with someone?!?!

Now wait again! Is that a guy you're dancing with?!? No good guys are trouble! Caspar is the only guy you should be dancing with!

Wait what? Uhm never mind he'd show this guy he could dance with you better! Just watch world because you are about to witness the amazing dance of Caspar and Y/N!

Dorothea

The ever-beautiful Dorothea of course would attend the night of the ball. After all, this would be the perfect chance for her to find a future husband or wife. That is what she would say however Dorothea already had her eyes set on someone.

Many had already asked to dance with Dorothea. But she had turned every one of them down. After all, she had eyes for one person specifically.

That person was you course Dorothea has had feelings for you sometime. A night like tonight would make it all the more romantic to confess her feelings. Especially when she takes to the Goddess Tower ah this would truly be a wonderful night.

Oh? What's this? Dancing with someone else? Oh well doesn't matter after all you would much rather dance with her.

"Hello love how about you dance with me instead?"

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cryo-regalia · 2 years

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change of plans

all claude needed was that journal and the golden deer leader’s determined to get it. however, claude’s just a little too soft when it comes to his teach in distress ft. claude von riegan

— THEMES: gender neutral!reader, slight angst, comfort fluff, spoilers (claude’s real name + a cause for sorrow / white clouds), poison threats, invasion of privacy, slight implication of ng+, watch out the reader has a knife, claude is a little mean at the beginning.

When he said that he would sneak into their room to take their father’s journal, the tones of his voice implied that he was cracking a joke, being as playful and mischievous as people knew him for. An attempt to cheer up his favorite professor, his Teach; anyone could assume that. Anyone with a decent amount of faith in humanity and in him, anyways. The Goddess knew that the somber mood needed to be broken somehow, though Claude understood why it was there in the first place and truly meant it when he said his condolences. His smile was as easy as it always was whenever he was surrounded by the inhabitants of Garreg Mach—pulled upwards at the corners, but never high enough to poke at the undersides of his eyes. He couldn’t let them know too much and get too close, now could he? It was simple enough that it could get past the more innocent and naive individuals, but for those who were far sharper and observant? Well, he’d let the people of Fódlan come to their own conclusions. Teach always had this way of making him act so bizarrely, more like Khalid than he would usually allow himself to be here, perhaps that was why his smile, for just a few moments, became genuine when he tried to comfort them following their return from Remire. The same could be said for his seriousness when he posed the question in the first place.

The problem was that he wasn’t joking and Claude was going to get Jeralt’s diary, regardless of what kind of tactics he had to use. After Seteth so rudely confiscated the book he was reading about the Immaculate One and Rhea was as tight-lipped as usual, he was growing thin on answers the Church was so adamant about keeping a secret. But he knew he was so close to getting what he sought and it was all thanks to Teach was either just as much in the dark as him or pretty damn good at keeping a secret. He couldn’t tell just yet, but he knew that book would give him what he wanted. Maybe what I want is Teach, a part of him whispered in his ear but he frequently tried to pay thoughts like that no mind, including now. He knew Garreg Mach’s new professor better than he’d admit and figured an ultimately harmless poison wouldn’t be needed after some consideration. That didn’t mean he didn’t have several bottles of it stashed away under the floorboards of his room—some that would give a week’s worth of a nasty rash to something much stronger that could leave someone curled over a toilet for a solid month. It sure would be a shame if they were to develop a miraculous stomachache or an illness that conveniently faded in less than a week. Kidding, kidding! Depending on how he was feeling, of course. Strong potions like that could go bad if he let them sit for so long like that, too.

Was it the nicest thing he had done? Not in the slightest. Asking to take the only remnant of their deceased father was shallow, he would admit that, but he promised he would give it back when he was finished If it was for Teach, he’d follow through with his promises. The problem was they really did say “no” despite his heartfelt promise to keep it in good condition and hand it back when he was done. He was a man of his word...sometimes, but now was definitely one of those times. Claude’s initial plan was to just pickpocket it when they weren’t looking, to slip it into his uniform, to visit their room when they were busy and take it then, but that scheme of his was a failure before he even got a chance to attempt it. Teach took it everywhere with them. Sometimes it would be tucked into their arm, others set someplace close where their eyes would be on it at all times and they could grab it if it got too far. They didn’t read it very much so much as they just looked at it, as if its mere presence was enough for them to keep it around rather than the contents. He supposed they went through it already, but the wasted opportunities itched at him so bad that it was driving him insane. He couldn’t exactly blame them, though. If it was the last thing he had of his mother, he’d have it with him at all times. It was only natural that they would be so protective of it, but unfortunately so was he.

At twenty-three hundred hours, Claude knew it was his time to act. Two knights would pass by the first floor of the dormitories in search for any questionable figures or a student who dared break the curfew set in place, each going opposite ways but met at the staircase beside the dining hall. They’d pass one another and go back and forth, sometimes pausing for just a moment to peer around when something caught their eye but rarely letting anything sway their duty. One would go as far as to the front of the greenhouse and the other to the training hall, and the time between then was his only opportunity to strike before he’d have to wait in hiding once more. Wyvern Riders and Pegasus Knights would patrol overhead, soaring high above the monastery grounds for anyone or anything that went overlooked by those stranded upon the land. Those concerned him the most, their unpredictability especially, but he was mostly safe within the darkness cast by the midnight sky and the wooden aisle above him that lead to more dorm rooms. The wooden crates and barrels and shrubbery also created enough cover for him, but he would have to hope that his luck wouldn’t run out this moon when he stepped out from behind it. He had about two minutes two undo the lock as quietly as possible and get inside without alerting Teach. Easier said than done, he silently chimed, but if he could go uncaught in Castle Riegan than he was sure that he could get away just as clean in Garreg Mach.

Clover eyes peered around the crate he took refuge behind and carefully watched the Knight of Seiros pass by. Claude didn’t know his name and didn’t really care to change that, but he did know that he was appointed a Knight for a reason. The thought of the repercussions nearly gave him a headache and his charming smile wouldn’t have as much of an affect as it usually did. At least Teach went along with him and his brilliant schemes. The second that the man approached the training hall, Claude was on his feet and shuffled around in his breast pocket for only a moment to produce a small, silver object that he carefully slipped into the lock. It was a lot less refined than he would have preferred, but he had far less time to copy Seteth’s skeleton key than he would have hoped and he didn’t care how it looked so long as it worked. He wiggled it left and right and twisted it each and every way as footsteps that echoed like tormenting thunder in his ears, taunting him, reminding him that there was no room for error. He was about to scowl and back off until it smoothly fell into place. The Golden Deer beamed in relief and and twisted the lock, followed by the doorknob, and then slipped inside. He slowly shut the door behind him, one hand on the knob and the other against the wood, but the tiny click sounded far too loud.

Claude stilled for a second, two, and then three, before releasing a breath when there was no movement from the occupant and turned to give what was inside his attention now that he no longer had to give the Knights of Seiros any more mind. For now, anyways. It was difficult to make out much within Teach’s room, to no fault of their own. His eyes had become adjusted to the dark of the night and was only help he received, other than the strings of moonlight that slipped through the cracks of their closed windows, but that didn’t mean a torch or candle wouldn’t be helpful right about now. He couldn’t risk it, however, and made do with what he got. He first searched through their desk and each drawer that he could budge open without being too obnoxiously loud, turning over books, boxes of tea, and whatever else made up their tiny collection of belongings, but found nothing close to what he was looking for. He patted through the clothing hung over their chair and found nothing but dark stains on the ends of the sleeves. He had a solid feeling he knew where that was from, but wasn’t trying to think about it for any longer than he had to. Then he made his way over to the bed with long yet slow steps, cringing when the floorboards beneath him creaked but became relieved when it hadn’t nudged Teach out of whatever dream they were absorbed in.

He dropped down to his knees beside their bed and checked beneath it, but found nothing. Literally nothing. He knew they were a mercenary and all and therefore didn’t carry much on them, but their lack of belongings was somehow sad. He might just have to offhandedly mention something to Hilda about that. Ah, he could see the shopping spree now. He raised his head up to the sheets around Teach’s sleeping figure and glanced around. He’d be blind to not notice the gleaming blade of their dagger beneath their pillow. A habit, he surmised and couldn’t blame them. He didn’t have any plans on breaking that habit himself. Like with the desk, he found nothing at first and slowly reached towards their blankets and shifted it downwards. If they were attached to the diary during the day, who was to say that they wouldn’t be during the night? As mischievous as he was, Claude didn’t just pride himself on his schemes, but his observational skills. Many other features, but that was beside the point. Their lack of movement in everything but their expression was concerning, and if it wasn’t for the way their face scrunched then he would have assumed that they were dead. He would have convinced himself of that if he hadn’t rest his finger beneath their nose and felt their breath. Their eyes squeezed together and their cheek turned to rest against their pillow, followed by a groan.

Immediately, his mind raced with a variety of plans he could go with if they abruptly woke up. He could slip underneath their bed and hope that he had enough room to pull his legs close to him so he’d be able to fit without his feet sticking out. Or their desk, he could squeeze himself under there. It’d be a tight fit, but he’d most likely be able to stay hidden without any light there to expose him. If he was feeling particularly reckless, he could escape through their window and hope that he could undo the latch as quick as he could nock an arrow. Fortunately for him, they had yet to wake up and had not a single clue of his presence—wow, that was incredibly creepy. Still, he wasn’t out of the clear just yet. Perhaps he was hallucinating, but he could have sworn their hair moved on its own, as if someone was brushing away the strands that slipped in front of their face to comfort them. Instead of him. Claude nearly sighed in exasperation of the thought as he proceeded to slowly shift the blankets around. Now really wasn’t the time for those kinds of thoughts, no matter how much he liked the thought of Teach being by his side, leaning against him, their conversations. The Golden Deer paused when something that definitely wasn��t cloth brushed against the pads of his fingers.

It was some kind of leather, and slightly smaller than his hand, small enough that he could easily wrap his hand around it. It wasn’t very thick, but it had a surprising weight to it that he wasn’t expecting. For someone like the Blade Breaker, a tiny belonging like this was most likely a pebble in his palm. From within the bunched up blankets that made up something similar to a makeshift nest, he pulled it out from its hiding place and brushed his fingers along the side. A buckle with a small emblem attached to it (A Faerghusian emblem, he noted) kept it shut together, but it was loose rather than clicked into place. Claude almost felt bad for taking it now, imagining them staying up to read it and falling asleep to the writing of their departed father. He hoped they’d forgive them when they woke up, but he planned for this to be something he took to the grave. The House Leader grinned triumphantly to himself as he rose to his feet with his Treasure in hand, slowly moving to the door. There would be no use in trying to read it now, especially when Jeralt’s writing was as dark as the room around him, but that didn’t stop him from flipping through the pages as if he could. Claude wanted to be excited—and he was, don’t get him wrong—but that was almost too easy and he wasn’t out of the woods yet. He still had to get back to his room without being noticed, and strengthen the lie forming on his tongue in case of emergency.

“No...Don’t...”

Claude still immediately as if he had been cursed and turned to stone, the thunderous thumping of his shoes fading into the silence that held him in a suffocating grip. Whimpers and strangely desperate groans sliced through it like their trusty blade and mixed into the shuffling of cloth that had him itching to run before he could be caught where he stood. Slowly, he twisted his head over his shoulder and to Teach’s bed where green eyes cautiously watched, glancing to any and all escape routes and hiding spots between watching them. More pleas and whimpers fell from their lips and he loosened up only slightly when he realized they weren’t talking to him, let alone awake. A nightmare, he easily presumed. He could only imagine what it was about if it left Teach of all people so distressed and his ever incessant curiosity craved that knowledge, but he supposed he’d never know. The door was right there and while returning to the second floor dormitories would be a task, he could escape all the while. His feet got to work, moving one after the other but less intent on stealth behind the hurried movement and he acted without so much as thinking or considering his options. The mattress dipped beneath him and his hand sat on their shoulder to nudge them awake with enough force that it could stir them without him receiving a dagger to the eye in return.

“Hey, it’s just a bad dream,” he started, softly. “You’re okay, Teach.”

With a sharp and panicked gasp, their eyes flew open and it took him a few seconds to realize that they were suddenly sitting upwards and given even less time to reel back before their heads could collide. Any later and he would have earned a solid bruise on his temple, as proven by the brief gust of cool wind that fluttered between them and brushed his skin like silk cloth. Hazy [eye color] met green and in the same moment Claude found himself gripping onto their wrist as a short blade pressed against his throat. It was inefficient in comparison to the havoc the Sword of the Creator could do with a single flick of the wrist, but he knew a sharpened blade when he felt it and a threat just as well. He tried to push their arm back, but was met with a strength he shouldn’t have been surprised by and a pinch to his skin that would no doubt draw blood if it hadn’t already. The Golden Deer leaned back until he was drawing to the edge of the mattress, careful not to fall but ready to leap off and run should he need to. The reaction wasn’t surprising, but that didn’t mean it was any less deadly if he took even the slightest step out of line. He released them in favor of raising his hands up and spreading his fingers out, wiggling them for emphasis, but the lack of reaction said enough for him to know that they most likely didn’t notice.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! It’s just me!”

They were both still for a few seconds before Teach hesitated and lowered their dagger, cautiously. “Claude...?” They slurred, sleep no doubt still tied to their consciousness.

Claude just barely caught onto the mangled jumble of letters that made a somewhat coherent and mumbled apology. They slipped their surprisingly nice dagger back under their pillow like it was its sheath, the hilt sticking out far enough to grab in case there was an actual need to use it but covered enough that the blade wouldn’t nick them if they laid back down. They dragged their hand over their face with a long, suffering sigh, most likely letting any and all adrenaline wear off. With the weapon out of their hand, the Golden Deer eased up slightly and shifted to his original position on their bed. It was so bizarre to see Teach so shaken that he didn’t know what to do with himself, let alone what to say. They were the Deer’s shining beacon of victory, an enigma that seemed to be several steps ahead of their enemies with a brilliant intellect and possessed a smile that left him dazzled. Sometimes at the worst times, but he wouldn’t admit that to just anyone. They led mercenaries, battalions, and his own classmates into battles that seemed impossible but returned to the monastery in one piece and triumphant, wielding a variety of weapons with such ease that even veteran Knights of Seiros could be put to shame. But now there was nothing but a strange churning in his gut that he was surprised to realize was concern. He wasn’t here to make meaning connections with people he saw as pawns on a chessboard, and yet here he was attempt to resist the urge to wrap his arms around the person in front of him.

The Ashen Demon, the undefeated mercenary that was whispered in fear across Fodlan, was still human, after all.

“What’re you doing in here?”

The journal weighed heavy in his hand and he nudged it behind him. “Oh, you know, just on a midnight stroll,” Claude hummed impishly. “And I heard some noises from in here so I decided to check in on you. Sorry, Teach, but sometimes my curiosity is just too much for a mortal man to resist.”

Before they could try to pick holes into his story, he continued: “Bad dream, huh?” He only got an unimpressed huff in response. “Care to talk about it? I’m pretty good at keeping a secret.”

Teach was quiet and didn’t make a sound other than their soft breathing, sniffles that he thought were figments of his imagination, and the shuffling of cloth. Claude was ready to take that answer (or lack thereof) as their refusal and prepared a quick and playful farewell. Just as he was about to rise from where he sat and make his grand escape, he stopped when they started to speak.

“The chapel. It was about the chapel.” Claude didn’t say anything. Teach gripped onto their blankets while tears lined their downcast eyes. I keep seeing the same memory with my father...Monica. That man. It keeps replaying over and over and all I can do is watch. No matter how many times I try again, I’m always too late, and when I try to run to him, I only get farther. I did everything I could and it wasn’t enough. I failed him. What if they take one of you, too, and I can’t do anything to stop it? Or they actually manage to defeat us. Defeat me.”

One by one, beads of water slipped down their cheeks and collected at their jawline. Each left wet lines down their skin in their wake or dampened the disheveled strands of hair in front of their face. They looked just as startled as he did by the sight of the waterworks, if not more, but didn’t seem to know what to do about it other than wipe it away with their fingers. Their valiant efforts were in vain, however, because the water never stopped as it was a fountain of several years worth of unshed tears and he wondered how correct he was about that. Claude didn’t know what possessed him to do it—the goddess, he silently joked—but he reached over and took their hand in his. He gently pried their fingers from their tight clutch on their blanket one digit at a time and then locked them together in a firm hold. He knew he could definitely be a lot more rough with them, but kept his grip loose enough that they could pull away if they really wanted. Did he want them to, though? No, not really. Awful timing, man. He looked them in the eye and turned his head to try and keep eye contact with them, even in the darkness of their room. If one of the deer, let alone one of the more gossipy members of the other Houses, caught wind of this, he’d never live it down, but in the moment he didn’t really care.

His other hand, meanwhile, wiped away the stray tears on each cheek, one by one with a soft touch like he was handling a baby wyvern. “You’re the strongest person I know, and you’ve always saved our skin in the nick of time. Some old bastard isn’t gonna defeat my Teach anytime soon. Besides, you’re safe. No one will harm you with me around.”

“But what if...”

“No buts. I’m being serious, I won’t let anything happen to you. I have your back. All of us do.” He gave their hand a squeeze that was slowly returned. “That dream of yours sounds...horrifying. I’m sure it can’t be easy seeing that, but you’ll be okay. And listen, I didn’t know your old man that well, but I do know that man was nothing but proud of you. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in your shoes, but I’m in your corner.”

Something resembling a sad laugh fell from their lips after a beat of silence, but he loved the sound of it all the same. “I don’t even know why I told you all that, but thanks.”

“You must trust me that much then,” he quipped with a wink. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out as something he couldn’t put his finger on. Sincerity? Teach was making him soft.

A warm smile mixed with tears pulled at their eyes and for a moment, maybe two or three, he froze where he sat and just stared with his breath lodged in his throat. Claude could feel his lips part but nothing came out and it was probably for the best; he didn’t want to risk saying something utterly stupid. Their eyes twinkled with someone he had never seen from them before and highlighted by the already present glossiness, the bottom lids curved upwards into crescents because of their upturned lips. Their smile was small, but so powerful and warm like a secure hug. They were genuine and trusting and slammed into his conscience, as if reminding him for his true reason for being there. How deserving was of them and their trust when he was so cautious of them, literally conspiring against them just to get a material item out of impatience? Now he felt like an idiot, an undeserving idiot, but if he could be a bit more selfish then he’d love to see their smile more. Their smile softened slightly and just as he opened his mouth to say something—what he was going to say, he had no idea, but a jumble of words formed at the back of his throat—they died on his tongue when they leaned forward. A small weight rested on his shoulders and he quickly realized how close the two of them were, freezing in place out of habit than any actual intent.

“Yeah,” they whispered, breath ghosting the skin of his neck that caused tiny hairs to raise, “I guess I do. And...Claude?”

"What’s up?”

“Can you...Can you stay? Just for a bit longer?”

"Of course,” he said and cleared his throat, “Anything for you.”

“Thanks again.”

It took a bit of time, but their finally body relaxed against his and they made themselves comfortable against him as if he was a human pillow. They were drifting off easy enough, so he supposed he might as well. He would have chuckled at the thought, but he didn’t want to disturb them from what he hoped would be a peaceful slumber. His heart hammered against his chest and thundered in his ears, and he hoped that they couldn’t catch him in such a moment of weakness. His hands lifted from theirs and loosely hung around their body until he locked his fingers together in Fódlan’s worst embrace. Sitting like this was for so long by no means comfortable and was starting to kill his back. Claude had half the mind to lay down and bring them with him, but how many boundaries would that cross? Not many of his, but what about them? Of course Teach was making him all frazzled. He should have been frustrated, disgruntled, but all he could do was released a tiny feigned miserable sigh from his nose. This would have to do for now, he decided as he shifted so his cheek rested against their head. His eyes fluttered shut, his original mission long forgotten and disregarded, and instead let himself ease up against them until sleep started to pluck at his consciousness.

“Claude?”

“Hm?”

“I’d like my journal back.”

#☆ — eve’s completed requests!#claude von riegan x reader #fe3h claude x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #claude von riegan #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #claude fire emblem #gn reader #x reader

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ataraxiaspainting · 3 months

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One More Hour.

Megumi x GN Reader.

Synopsis: After nearly a whole day of spending time in your boyfriend’s dorm, he still wants more. Can you really deny him that wish, especially after he has bribed you with more chocolate and plushies, along with cuddling his dogs?

Word Count: 1k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

we fell in love in october by girl in red

Honeypie by JAWNY

I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez

Bubble Gum by Clairo

Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny

As It Was by Harry Styles

Mayonaka no Door / Stay With Me by Miki Matsubara

Hey Lover! by Wabie

Electric Love by BØRNS

*~*~*~*

No matter how much time passes, Megumi's dorm room remains unchanged in appearance and function.

The door glides open effortlessly unless Megumi has locked it for the night or day.

The rear wall of his room boasts fully stocked bookshelves, primarily filled with history books and nonfiction literature. This tends to annoy you, as reading any of them inevitably leads to immediate boredom-induced sleep. Once, you suggested that Megumi should embrace more imaginative reads, prompting him to respond with a half-serious glare that may have been annoyance or simply playful teasing, a common occurrence when the two of you are alone.

Megumi sleeps on a single futon, always left in a disheveled state, which is rather peculiar considering his typically organized nature. Even you occasionally make your bed, unless you're too tired in the mornings. However, Megumi consistently leaves his futon untidy, with stacks of nonfiction books near his pillow, as is his custom.

You always ponder silently, wondering if he keeps such boring books near his bedside so he can fall asleep faster, a mischievous smile forming within.

In the far corner of his dorm room sits his desk, always facing away from you. On it, you'll find Megumi's trusty laptop, open notebooks filled with scattered ideas, a collection of books, a handful of succulents and bonsai seedlings, and if you're fortunate, his Nintendo Switch. It's likely occupied by the perpetual loading screen of Animal Crossing: New Horizons, Omori, or Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Although he claims to play these games solely to appease your persistent recommendations, deep down you suspect he genuinely enjoys them. Of course, if you were to ever voice this suspicion, he wouldn't hesitate to sell his beloved Nintendo Switch on some online auction platform right before your eyes, subjecting you to a rather cruel spectacle.

However, he would undoubtedly retract his decision at the last possible moment. Megumi may possess various traits, but intentionally causing you emotional pain out of spite is certainly not one of them.

“‘Gumi, what’s your favorite type of chocolate?”

At your question, Megumi stares at you like you have grown a second face like Tomie Kawakami. Surely to him, you’re also just as pretty right, minus the second face thing? You’ll have to put it on your list of impulsive things to ask him, physically writing it down or otherwise.

In your hands is the heart-shaped box he had just given to you as a supposed reward for not having talked his ears off. Along with not having thrown his gift, a container of some homemade strawberry cake that you made from a boxed mix, that you would never admit, at him when he inevitably made some teasing quip. You aren’t known for being exactly willing to let insults from fellow peas in your pod pass without them hammering back. It is just what you do.

He may avoid the question, but at least he will still be chained down to sitting with you on the floor if you keep on pouting with every action he takes.

As always, acting like he is being held hostage in his own dorm room, he shuffles from side to side instead of responding. He’s faking being nervous again. Even if you wanted to, you could never actually hurt Megumi.

He looks at the floor, feigning confusion and fear.

You sigh.

There is a slight smirk that appears on his face as you do so.

He can be such a dick sometimes, intentionally or not, although him being the former is quite rare, he only does it with you. The duality of such a foreign species of a man called Megumi Fushiguro, you guess.

“Cherry, of course.” Of course. “I just love it. You should know that. Bec-”

Immediately, your hand slaps over his mouth like its life depends on it.

“Don’t you dare, everyone knows I hate cherry-flavored things!”

Like he was drowning, Megumi acts out a struggle and as soon as your hand is off, he takes in deep breaths, inhaling in and out quickly like you had single-handedly made him see the heavens itself. He is strange. But so are you.

So, against your better judgment, you throw your copy of Crime and Punishment, all 700 pages of it, at him, hitting his forehead with a loud slamming sound erupting from the attack.

“Ow!” Megumi exclaims, rubbing the sore spot with his hands. Maybe your actions were over the top? Yet, then again, so was his.

You cross your arms. “Deserved.”

“I can take away that rabbit plush I gave you last week.”

“You wouldn’t dare, Fushiguro.”

“I would. You’re lucky, though. I don’t usually tease anyone aside from you.”

That’s true. Megumi is stoic in all matters, from cooking to reading. That is, aside from matters where a closed door and you are involved. It is like he becomes an entirely different person, you heavily, heavily doubt Yuji would believe you if you told him.

Even on dates, he is never this expressive. If anything, he is a well-meaning but cold Prince Charming whenever the general public has eyes on him. If only that were true.

“But really, what is your favorite type of chocolate?”

His smirk disappears, replaced with a thoughtful expression.

“Hmm.” Perhaps the all-powerful concussion made him go back to normal? That would make sense. “Coffee, maybe.”

“Huh? Why, to still satisfy your caffeine addiction?”

“Goes well with ginger.”

“What?”

It is a hard-to-stomach image that appears in your head; Megumi eating Shogayaki for breakfast with black coffee along with coffee-flavored chocolates on the side. It makes you sick just thinking about it. If that vision ever became an unfortunate reality, you could imagine yourself looking at the scene in pure horror.

He isn’t teasing you if his expression tells you anything.

He’s serious.

“They aren’t that sweet either.” He really is serious. “You know I don’t like sweet side dishes. Ginger and coffee are a good combination.”

He really is fucking serious.

“Get out, Megumi.”

“...This is my-”

“Argh! Don’t care! Get out!”

#he deserves so much better </3 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fanfic fluff #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #author aya

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pix3lplays · 11 months

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Blog intro!

Hi! I’m Pixel!

this is where I’ll be writing Honkai: Star Rail, Genshin Impact, Dr. Stone! (Spoilers for Dr. Stone’s manga are on this blog) One Piece, Hades, Kingdom Hearts, and Triangle Strategy

here are my rules:

-I only write the male characters (Aeons get a pass for this rule)

-Only x readers, no ships

-no nsfw, although sometimes I’ll be a little suggestive haha

-I also don’t write polygamy, sorry

-please specify which men you want! Putting “the Hsr men” will result in me defaulting to whoever I feel like. No longer doing ‘All Men’ since there’s too many, thanks for understanding

-I only write Yanqing and Arlan platonically.

-Please no body based requests such as certain physical characteristics, I’m just uncomfortable writing about that. Plus sized!reader is allowed though!

-No self-harm topics please!

-No child!reader please! I’m just not interested in writing it.

-Only fem! Or GN!reader since I’m a woman and that’s what feels comfortable for me, thank you for understanding!

-Here’s the Dr. Stone characters I will write:

Senku Ishigami (in the chapters where he’s an adult) Hyoga Akatsuki Tsukasa Shishio Ryusui Nanami Stanley Snyder Dr. Xeno Houston Wingfield (I will love you forever if you send a Stanley or a Dr. Xeno request oh my gosh)

Ok so I’m not Incredibly far into the One Piece anime yet, and the freshest scenes in my mind are the Live Action stuff so please keep that in mind, try to keep spoilers to a minimum please! Anyways here’s the One Piece characters I’ll write:

Roronoa Zoro Sanji Vinsmoke Sir Crocodile Captain Smoker Portgas D. Ace Red-Haired Shanks Dracule Mihawk

So yeah, feel free to send a request for any of these characters!

I will be taking a break from Genshin

I will also write fire emblem three houses boys! I love them very much!

Added the Buddy Daddies to my list!

Here’s the Hades list:

Zagreus, Thanatos, Hypnos, Dionysus, Ares

New character!! Writing Spike Spiegel!!

Adding the Ace Attorney characters! Basically the main characters and a few villains, go ahead and ask for the character you want, I’ll most likely be confident in writing them since I Love those games and I’ve played all of them completely through except the Edgeworth ones!

Adding Epsilon from Pluto!!

Adding some Kingdom Hearts characters! Here they are: Xemnas, Xigbar, Saïx, Axel, Vexen, Marluxia, and Zexion

Final Fantasy VII characters I’ll write: Cloud, Sephiroth, Rufus, Tseng, Reno, and Reeve

I’ll write Magus from Chrono Trigger

Feel free to send in an ask! Thank you for reading!

Masterlist Masterlist II Masterlist III Masterlist IV

Masterlist V Masterlist VI

Anon list (I’m so sorry if I forgot you just remind me lol): shady anon, 🫛anon, Star Fries anon, Aquarius anon, tulip anon, Star Ruby anon, 🌌 anon, (E), 🤡anon, 🐉anon, ♣️anon, Starcatcher anon, 🌺anon, 🍂anon, 🐞anon, 🎆anon, 🍠anon, 🎲 anon, 👾anon, tea anon, Phoenix anon, top hat anon, 🫶🏻anon, sky-faring anon, 🌱anon, 🦉anon, 🧚‍♀️anon, 🪐anon, ✉️ anon, 🎪anon, 😭anon, 🎭anon, 🦭anon, 🐑anon, Argenti’s Spouse anon, 💮Anon, 🪷anon, 🪄anon, 🍡anon, 💫anon, joke anon, 🍁anon, 📦 anon, 🫧 anon, 🐜antnon, 🦜 anon, 🪽anon, 🪶anon

#Honkai: Star Rail #Honkai: Star Rail x reader #My writing rules #Dr. Stone #Dr. Stone x reader #Buddy Daddies #Buddy Daddies x reader #Ace attorney #Ace attorney x reader

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fandom-friday · 2 months

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Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

🌊 = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: Someday (Commander Cody x gn!Reader) by @dystopicjumpsuit Do Over by @toomanyteefs Like Suns Rise and Stars Fall by @varpusvaras 🌊 One Step at a Time by @wild-karrde Wrap-Around by helpivefallenandicantgetup (AO3)

The Bad Batch: 🌊 Fantasy Falls into Reality (Tech x f!Reader) by @eyeluvmusic21 Mayday, Mayday by @apocalyp-tech-a Confrontation by @eclec-tech

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: Palo's Sketchbook (Padmé Amidala x Palo) by @findswoman

Batman: Breaking What is Already Fragile by FishFromMars (AO3) Last Wishes by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) To Love What is Mortal by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) Stolen Silk by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) They Open Their Wings So Easily, And Fly by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) Is Dick Grayson the Asshole? by clapclapwatchyourback (AO3) The Hearts of Gotham by @schrijverr Throughout Infinity by flumen (AO3) He's Ours Now by Lulu_Rythmea (AO3) Undercover by InvalidStuff (AO3) Patchwork Siblings by @raberbagirl Thursday's Child by @syntactition Not Unloved Anymore by @paper-sunflower-lane A Father's Wish by @alone77

The Murderbot Diaries: Via Solitude by FlipSpring (AO3) Abandoned Unit by Skits (AO3)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses The Winter Lady of Fraldarius (Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x My Unit/Byleth) by @teecupangel

Crossover AUs: Of Snuggles and Ice Cream (Batman x Pokemon Crossover) by Shadeseeker44 (AO3) Greedy Bastards are Fox's Specialty (Star Wars x The Hobbit Crossover) by ByteMe (something_generic) (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Commander Fox Art by @rexxdjarin Captain Rex Art by @rexxdjarin Captain Rex Art by @peanuttoffee Rex has a New Workout Buddy by @omaano Breakfast is Ready by @pinkiemme Commander Thire Art by @wyvernsrus Commander Wolffe Art by @itzmoonstar

The Bad Batch: They Were Never Good with Words by @thattoothpick Captain Baja Blast by @blairaptor Hunter Art by @mesvi

Rebels: With a Look that Says "I Love You Too" by @tyquu

The Mandalorian: Din Djarin Art by @eggdrawsthings

Percy Jackson: Percy x Annabeth Art by @abreca Percy x Annabeth Art by @alexcopeman

Baldur's Gate 3: 🌊 An Embrace by @cleric4vampire

Crescent City Series: Perry Ravenscroft Art by elizianna.the.one (Instagram) So the Day falls in love with the Night by gabsgabx (Instagram)

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series: Azriel Art by luxury_banshee (Instagram) Elriel as Anakin and Padme (Azriel x Elain) by gessueter (Instagram)

#ff weekly summary

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dustofthedailylife · 1 year

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It's Always Darkest Before The Dawn

Chapter 5 - Conclusions

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Summary: You’re a Fatui Agent, tasked with assassinating the one man who three years ago had almost succeeded to shatter the entire organization out of sheer hatred and thirst for vengeance. The best way to get close to someone? You make them fall in love with you - only that you didn’t plan on catching feelings yourself.

Pairing: Diluc x Fatui! Reader (gn)

Chapter Tags: Swearing, mentions of assassinations

A/N: I'm sorry for the cliffhanger I left you all with last chapter oopsie!

Care to explain what a Fatui dagger was doing under your mattress?

The sentence reverberated over and over in your mind, while your brain simultaneously failed to grasp the true meaning of it. You felt numb. Panicked. Hopeless.

What were you supposed to do now? There was no way you could weasel your way out of this mess. You had been found out and now you had to suffer the consequences.

"I've had my suspicions the entire time. That something was… off." He remarks, directing his gaze at the dagger and then at you once more.

"The way you didn’t want me to come with you to your inn room earlier, the run-in with the Fatui at the Tavern not too long ago, now this dagger bearing their emblem…"

Your heart thumped against your ribcage so loudly that you feared everyone in the room was able to hear it. Suddenly you also had trouble breathing as your chest felt constricted.

All you managed to do were helpless yelps for air. You felt how your knees started to shake until they ultimately failed you and gave in.

You were tunnel-visioned to the point you were unable to take in anything around you, except for the dagger that was lying exposed on the table. Sticking out like a sore thumb.

This is where it would all end.

This is where you would die.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.

You kept repeating the sentence like a mantra in your head. You had tried to make peace with the possibility of dying during this mission already when you received it. And you thought you did. Yet the quickly contracting muscle in your chest told a different story.

You should never have agreed to this mission. You knew you weren’t cut out for it.

Adrenaline shot through your system, igniting every nerve in your body and it felt like everything was crashing down on you. The card house you had so carefully stacked up over the past couple of weeks was destroyed by nothing but a slightly shaky move of your hand.

By nothing but a minor negligence on your end.

Your synapses fired at high speed and the sensory overload caused you to fail to realize that you had started crying as well. Kneeling on the floor with a tear-blurred vision you transfixed your gaze on a single spot of the carpet below you, attempting to brace yourself for whatever it was that was about to come now.

"Adelinde, leave us, please," Diluc commanded in a stern but somehow still polite tone to which she promptly complied and left the room with haste.

Diluc strode towards you. What in reality were swift and heavy steps, felt like slow-motion to you. As if you saw your life pass right in front of your eyes. Was it too early to say goodbye yet?

But goodbye to what exactly? If you looked at it objectively, you never had anything. No family, no friends, no true home. All you had were the Fatui back in the snow-covered loveless land of Snezhnaya. And if you were gone, who would even miss you?

You were nothing but a chess piece. A disposable pawn in the grand scheme of things.

Sure the Fatui had promised you the seat of a Harbinger should you succeed, but they knew as well as you did that if you failed this mission you would wind up dead. The inevitable outcome.

Subconsciously you had always tried to make peace with the possibility. But now that the situation you always wanted to avoid came into being, you started questioning everything you had ever known.

Ever since you arrived in Mondstadt, you tried to keep everyone at arm’s length. Tried to convince yourself you hated everything. This city. The people. All of it.

But the truth was, that the hospitality and kindness of the people is something you had never received in your life before.

You were only telling yourself this because you didn’t want to get attached.

But you did. You got attached to all these people, to this land - to your life. And maybe that’s also why you were trying to prolong this mission as long as you could up until now. Because you finally realized it didn’t only have to be cold and bleak like the snowy landscapes back in Snezhnaya. There was more to it.

Why were you thinking about this now? You had no idea. It no longer mattered anyway.

Because the moment you felt how Diluc grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back to your feet your mind went blank.

“I have just received notice that the Northland Bank was able to retrieve the payments for the exported goods successfully.” an overly friendly voice echoed through the cold stone walls of the Snezhnayan church.

Pantalone, the Ninth and wealthiest of the Fatui Harbingers was in charge of all of Snezhnaya’s financial and economic affairs. He was currently stationed in Liyue at the Northland Bank where he took care of all commerce and economy of the Fatui. And while he always wore a smile on his lips and even though his voice always carried a friendly tone, he possessed an aura that radiated deceitfulness. Everyone who knew him made sure to not get on his bad side because there never was a way of knowing what he was plotting.

The man he spoke to knelt on the stairs in front of the altar upon which a statue of the Tsaritsa stood amidst at least a dozen candles and a pile of gifts. He slowly got up and turned around.

“That is good news.” Pierro nodded as he turned around to face Pantalone. "But that's not the only thing you came here for today. This news could've been sent through a courier."

"Perceptive as always." The black-haired man remarked in his ever so overtly friendly tone while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle and index finger.

"I am indeed here today for something else."

"And what would that be?"

"Hmm." Pantalone hummed, his smile never faltering. "I've got word about a lower-rank agent you've sent to Mondstadt about the matters of dealing with the Ragnvindr boy. I was curious what might've elicited this decision?"

"Are you perhaps doubting me?" Pierro replied with a warning undertone in his voice. The Ninth's facial expression didn't waver for a second though. The conniving grin stayed the same as if it was carefully carved in marble for all eternity.

"Why, of course not. I would never doubt your judgment. Though, I must say I'm surprised you offered them a position as a Harbinger should they succeed."

The silvered-haired man intensely glared back at his subordinate Harbinger. The brief silence that followed Pantalone's words caused the atmosphere in the room to become so thick one would be able to cut it.

“You don’t really believe they can do it either, do you?” The black-haired man inquired with a calculating tone in his voice after a brief moment of silence.

“Do I, Pantalone?” Pierro assessed.

Pierro slowly walked down the stairs of the altar, looking around the church before transfixing his gaze on the Ninth, folding his hands behind his back. His lips curved into an evil smile before he huffed in amusement.

A waft of cold air suddenly blew their way and the grating of the big wooden door of the church echoed through the stone hall. A Fatui agent returning from Mondstadt bowed his head upon spotting the two men before he strode down the aisle with long and heavy strides.

"Good day, Lord Harbingers," he bowed his head once more.

"Agent. You're right on time. I assume you bear news from Mondstadt?" Pierro inquired with an authoritative voice.

"Yes, my Lord. Our informant stationed in Mondstadt contacted them and we found out that they stayed the night at the Dawn Winery."

"Peculiar," Pierro uttered, donning a half-smile upon seeing Pantalone's eyes widen in shock. Pierro knew what he must be thinking now. Pantalone was assuming this meant Diluc Ragnvindr was dead and they’d have to promote some low-rank no-name agent to a Harbinger seat.

"And let me guess. The Ragnvindr spawn is still breathing?" Pierro inquired as one corner of his mouth smugly curled upwards.

"Yes, I fear he is, my Lord." The agent replied with a voice that oozed nervousness.

"As expected."

"Oh and another thing, sir…" The agent cleared his throat, dropping his gaze to the ground in awe. "We've been informed that they have been injured. It is to be considered that they might have been found out. My apologies, my Lord."

"Thank you, agent. You may leave now."

The agent quickly bowed once more before almost sprinting out of the church, visibly relieved by the fact that Pierro didn’t seem to be angered.

As soon as the door fell into the lock again behind him Pierro slowly strode a few steps down the aisle before turning around with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I hope that makes my intentions clearer now?" he poses the question at Pantalone who seemed to get the bigger picture now.

“So, you never believed they were able to pull this mission off.” Pantalone stated matter-of-factly.

“Of course, I didn’t. We’re talking about Diluc Ragnvindr. He killed dozens of agents, lower and higher ranks alike, on his own without his vision. This was a suicide mission from the start. Do you really think I would just offer some obscure lapdog the position of a Harbinger like that?”

“Of course not, sir.” the black-haired man replied without hesitation. “I was just trying to make sure.”

“I sent them to gather more intel about the current situation with the Mondstadt spawn and possibly open a window for someone more capable to finally strike him down.”

Pantalone nodded in understanding and folded his hands behind his back, slowly walking a few steps forward to stand right next to Pierro.

“On the very off-chance, they actually succeed; What do you plan to do with them?”

Pierro took his coat that hung over one of the benches and draped it around his shoulders. Signaling that he didn’t have much to say about the matter.

Before making his way to the exit of the church he turned his head and sinisterly looked over his shoulder at Pantalone.

“Then we shall dispose of them our way.”

The next thing you knew was being shoved onto a chair with tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Your whole body was trembling in fear and your head felt like it was swimming. Everything was too much and you felt numb at the same time.

Diluc pulled one of the other chairs in front of you before sitting down on it and leaning forward, staring daggers at you.

You didn't dare to look at his face but you could feel his gaze burning holes in your scalp. He must've seen through everything by now and only wanted to interrogate you now to satisfy his curiosity before ultimately finishing you off.

"I'm sorry. I'm– I'm sorry." You whimpered without even knowing what you were actually apologizing for. For trying to kill him? For deceiving everyone? For being a Fatui? Or were you just sorry you were caught? You no longer knew.

Pathetic.

A disgrace to the organization you belonged to. A sorry excuse for an agent.

"I always suspected that something was off," Diluc remarked in a sinister tone. "There were a lot of things that just didn't align."

This was the part where he would spell your entire plan out to you with a victorious smirk before finishing you off. That's how this always went in the books, right?

Killing your enemy and serving their head on a silver platter to set a sign.

"The way you never wanted anyone to walk into your room. The way you were so hesitant to share anything personal, or that you told me this wasn’t the first time you’ve been wounded. You're also not actually from Inazuma, are you?"

At the latter, you perked your head up in surprise. How did he find that out?

Oh, right. He knew you belonged with the Fatui now.

He just huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I knew it."

The way you didn't even have to verbally answer his questions was baffling. He had you figured out entirely.

"You're an orphan from Snezhnaya, aren't you?"

Now this had you baffled.

"How–" Your eyes widened in shock as you tried to coax words out of your hoarse throat.

"Well," he began, standing up from his chair once more. "You talk in your sleep."

He slipped the gloves off his hands and put them aside on the side table. Was it so they wouldn’t get stained with your blood for whatever he was trying to do with you now? You looked at him in fear, just waiting for what was to come.

“Additionally, you seemed out of it on the morning I first met you, as if you hadn’t slept all night. And when Charles asked you if you were from the ‘Land of Eternity’ you just looked confused. As if you didn’t know that it was an alternative name for Inazuma. No actual Inazuman would be confused about that name.” He explains rationally with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

He had analyzed you out of the shadows from the minute he first laid eyes on you. He outplayed you completely effortlessly without you even taking note of it.

Not only was he incredibly skilled in combat, but he also had the brain to go with it.

It was not a surprise that the Fatui hadn’t been able to kill him yet.

Diluc walked back over to you again, approaching slowly as tears still kept streaming down your face.

You guessed that was it now. He had said his part.

Yet when he reached out his hands towards your face you instinctively covered it with your arms and screamed at the top of your lungs.

"No! No, don't kill me?!"

You were prepared to use your remaining strength to fight him off even if you knew you would never stand a chance.

But at this moment you realized something crucial. Something that slipped your panic-riddled brain from the very beginning.

Your hands.

They were free.

When he pushed you down on the chair he didn't actually tie you to it. He did nothing to restrain you or keep you in place. He didn't lock the door either. You could've run out the door without an issue in the world at any given time.

There even was a box of tissues on the table next to you that you had been too tunnel-visioned to notice. He had put them there before pushing you down on the chair.

Looking up at Diluc's face for the first time since getting back here showed you an expression you didn't expect to see.

Worry. Distress. Instead of the flaming anger you expected to see in his crimson eyes, all you saw was a deep frown and genuine concern instead.

Visibly disturbed by what you just screamed, he sat back down on the chair in front of you. He hesitantly grabbed one of your hands with his and gently squeezed it.

There was no malice in the gesture whatsoever, nor was there any tension in the room either.

He threw you a sympathetic half-smile and wiped away one of your tears with the bud of his thumb.

Stunned by the contradiction of what you had expected would happen, you simply sat there completely petrified. Too confused to move a muscle you kept staring at Diluc who was still caressing you gently.

"What makes you say that?" He finally inquires with his brows still furrowed.

"W-what?"

"Why would I kill you?"

Was he for real right now?

Maybe this was some sort of brainwashing technique you hadn't heard of before and you were walking right into his trap yet again. You couldn't be too careless now. One wrong move and you would never leave this house alive again.

Yet despite knowing that, you had no idea what to reply.

You thought that he thought, you were an assassin the Fatui sent for him. Technically, you were. But obviously, you couldn't say that.

Noticing your confusion he picked up the dagger that was still lying on the table next to you.

Is this the part where he would finish you with your own weapon?

"Who gave you this?"

Answering this one honestly was probably the best idea. The emblem was on it and he wouldn't believe just any makeshift lie anyway. Not that it would matter now that he knew, or rather, figured out everything on his own anyway.

"The Fatui"

Now it was out.

The look on Diluc’s face, as he picked the dagger up and twisted it between his fingers, was hard to decipher. You would say he looked pensive and still worried?

Could it possibly be that he legitimately was worried? There was no way.

"Are they threatening you?"

"What?" You utter in disbelief. So this wasn’t a scheme to get you to admit anything nor did he suspect you were actually a part of the Fatui. Was he stupid?

He saw through you right from the start and that was the conclusion he drew from all this? Maybe he wasn’t as bright as your intel on him stated after all.

And for the first time since returning back to the Winery from Mondstadt you no longer felt hopeless. Maybe you had a chance to get out of this alive after all.

You started to finally feel an ounce of hope bloom in your chest again. Forget everything you thought about earlier, this wasn’t the time to throw the towel yet. You could exploit his trust now.

"Are they threatening you?" He repeated, putting the dagger back down on the table and taking your hands into his once more.

What should you reply? If you would reply with yes then that would be a lie and it could possibly also result in the death of some fellow agents. On the other hand, if you said no it would make you look suspicious. Because why would you be in possession of this dagger then?

Diluc immediately noticed that you hesitated as well which you could tell by the way he squeezed your hand a little tighter again.

You scanned his face while your thoughts raced at light speed once more. You somehow got out of being suspected yourself only to run into the next issue immediately after.

Thinking about it, you would probably have to be egoistic here and go with saying yes. Even if it would end up costing the lives of some agents, the mission and your own life took priority to you. And the low ranks were replaceable.

But the Fatui could possibly see you as a traitor as well if they found out. They seemed to be on edge already because of the fact you stayed the Night at the Winery and Diluc was still alive.

But either way, the end result would be the same. Either you would die right here by actually being exposed for being an assassin or you would die because the Fatui would somehow find out and think you betrayed them.

And that’s what you went with - the option to prolong your life a little longer for now. So you looked up at Diluc’s eyes with damp, swollen eyes and hesitantly nodded.

He nodded in acknowledgment and pressed his lips into a thin line while still holding your hands. Leaning to the side he grabbed one of the tissues from the box on the table and gently wiped over your eyes with them.

Both of you sat there like this in silence, apart from some hiccuped sobs that were still escaping your sore throat from crying so much. It appeared like he had no further questions for you. At least for now.

“You’re safe here.” He reassured. “And you may reside here for as long as you wish. In fact, I think I’d feel better if you could stay here.”

Why was he suddenly so committed to this?

You could’ve probably thought of the answer yourself. It was logical. He hated the Fatui and with them supposedly being on your heels, you both shared the same enemy.

However, moving in would probably be taking things too far. Where would you continue to do your research, the maids could walk into your room at any time and find some compromising things again. Just like today.

Just as you opened your mouth and were about to decline his offer, he lifted one of his fingers to silence you again.

“Before you say anything to decline again. There is an empty house from one of my former employees on the property. You’re free to clean it up and stay there for as long as you like.”

“But I wouldn’t want to endanger you or–”

“Please trust me. I can keep you safe.”

You just couldn’t stay somewhere where someone would be able to walk in without any warning, so maybe you could make staying in a separate house work. It had the benefit of staying close to Diluc at all times while also monitoring his routines and whereabouts, which in turn increased the chances of successfully accomplishing what you came here for.

“Okay.” You ultimately caved. This could work.

Diluc let out, what sounded like, a small sigh of relief, and the corner of his lips crinkled upwards ever so slightly.

You still wondered why he was so insistent on letting you stay here in all honesty, but so be it. You weren’t one to complain about hospitality at the end of the day. Maybe he also still felt guilty about the wound he had inflicted the night prior, so that was why he was acting this way

“Great.” He uttered with a faint smile still painted on his lips. “I also want to apologize for scaring you. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“No, it’s okay. It was only fair, you don’t know me that well.” You retorted.

“That’s something that can be changed.” He said while looking down at his hands and playing around with his thumbs, very obviously trying to avoid your gaze. Did this mean what you think it meant?

He cleared his throat and got up from the chair with a prominent blush painted across his cheeks.

“Anyway. Dinner?”

Wiping over your eyes once more to get rid of the remaining tears still sticking in the corners, you got up as well with a smile and took hold of one of his hands, which only seemed to deepen his blush.

“Dinner.”

Maybe, things had turned out in your favor once again.

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