#like if i had to pick one ship i adore more than near anything

[1jemmagirl22]

If you were in an accident I wouldn't stop for red lights.

Top 22 ships I loved(Or more accurately became obsessed/re obsessed with) in 2022, ranked:

1; Joshua ‘Josh’ Lyman and Donattella ‘Donna’ Moss, The West Wing

#the west wing #donna x josh #josh x donna #donna and josh #josh and donna #donna moss #josh lyman #top tv ships #my gods these two are precious #like if i had to pick one ship i adore more than near anything #it would be them and fitzsimmons #the pure amazingness that is them

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

I love your Husk pieces! He's my favorite =^.^= I wanna hug the shit out of him 😆

If you have time, could you do one where Charlie planned a movie night for "bonding" lol and the reader ends up falling asleep on Husk? Everyone ships them and encourages him to confess to her? So much fluff please! Thanks hon! ^.^

A/N: This is so adorable!! Love this! I hope you enjoy! XD

Pairing: Husk x fem!Reader

“Until I Smile at You” - Husk x Reader

After living at the Hazbin Hotel for a while, Charlie’s “trust exercises” had become less of an annoying nuisance and simply a part of daily life. Actually, they were kind of refreshing and - dare you say - fun! They ranged from trust falls and share circles to your personal favorite - movie night. Movie night happened once a week and every week the person who chose the movie rotated. This week was supposed to be Angel’s turn, but ever since he chose his movie to be the most graphic porn anybody had ever had the displeasure of seeing, he was banned from choosing the movies. Instead of Angel, the group decided to let Alastor choose. He was always a marvel, as his movies ranged from silent films to disgustingly gorey horror movies. Tonight, however, he picked a noir detective film that he enjoyed while he was still alive (not before endlessly complaining about how radio is the superior media form, though).

One thing that nobody could stand about Alastor’s movies was how much he talked during them. I guess it's because he's so used to working in radio that he cannot comprehend that maybe, just maybe, not everybody wants to hear his voice all the time. He would either explain every little detail about the leading actors or talk about a living memory that he associated with the specific scene.  This night, though, Alastor seemed so enamored by the movie that he was completely silent. You were sitting on the couch with Alastor, Angel, and Husk, and found your eyes getting slightly heavier with every passing minute. The combination of the dark room, boring movie, and precious silence was just what you needed to drift into a peaceful slumber. Slowly resting your head and body on the irresistibly soft and warm cat demon beside you, your consciousness fades in and out until your mind is finally met with sleep.

The second Husk felt your head meet his shoulder in a gentle embrace, he froze. He had only ever imagined this happening, and was nowhere near prepared for it to actually happen tonight. Despite his hard and tough facade, Husk craved nothing more than soft affection, and knowing that you trusted him enough to not disturb your slumber flattered him. He remained completely still (so as not to wake you) for more than an hour until the movie finished. Charlie, using the remote to find another movie, said, 

“Thank you guys for spending tonight with me! This was amazing! I think I’m going to put on another movie, if anybody wants to stay down here, but you’re welcome to go upstairs and go to slee-'' she is cut off when she turns around to see you asleep on Husk, practically beaming with joy. “AWWWWW-” she is cut off by Husk’s “Shh!”, partially because he is embarrassed but also because he doesn’t want you to wake up in embarrassment. This caused everybody’s attention to turn to the two of you, not quite as surprised as Charlie.

“I mean, are we shocked? He’s been fawning over Y/N ever since she moved in. Don’t shame the poor guy…” Angel says in a mocking tone.

Everyone’s eyes slightly divert, not wanting to completely show that Husk’s attraction to Y/N is anything short of obvious.

“Shut the fuck up, man” Husk replies. 

“I’m not saying that she’s told me that she likes you back… buuuuut you should definitely just tell her. Trust me.” Charlie says, literally gleaming with excitement. 

Hearing this, Husk’s insides flip, his internal monologue running wild.

‘Did she- does she- could Y/N actually like someone like me? She’s just so… perfect. I don’t deserve her. But - let’s just - don’t get your hopes up, man. This could just be Charlie being Charlie, saying shit to make people leave their comfort zones or something.’

“Alright idiots, let’s not wake her up.” he says, sighing and gently picking you up. 

“I hear a single word about this tomorrow, and I’ll kill ya.” he says, while quietly walking to your room. 

He rolls his eyes while listening to Angel making fun of him and Charlie trying earnestly to defend you guys, saying something along the lines of “But this is how Vaggie and I started to fall in love!”

Opening your door as quietly as possible, he gently places you down on your bed. Covering you with blankets, he turns to leave until he hears your soft voice call to him:

“Was all that stuff they said about you true?”

Shit. You heard? Should he deny it? Pretend he didn’t even hear you?

“What?”

Deny it is.

“The stuff that Charlie and Angel said… about you liking me. Is that true?” you ask.

“I don’t know what kind of dream you were having, but everyone was dead silent during the movie, because, yknow, bonding time or whatever.”

He was avoiding your gaze until now, hoping that you would just accept the lie and go back to sleep. Instead, when he looked at you, he was met with your disbelieving face staring right back at him. 

“Mhm.” you say sarcastically. 

Moments of awkward silence lead to Husk trying to make a quick escape, muttering goodnight and walking to your door. He’s halfway out of the doorway when he hears your voice again.

“It’s a shame, I was hoping that what they were saying was true.” you say teasingly, just loud enough for him to come back into the room.

“What did you say?” he asks.

“Oh, nothing” you reply, smugly. 

“Don’t do that.” he says, clearly intrigued but trying to seem annoyed. 

“Do what?” you say, teasingly.

“Satan, just tell me what you said. I don’t like playing games.” he says.

“Oh, but, clearly you do, if you’ve been ‘fawning’ over me since the day I've walked in,  yet.. said nothing.”

He looks - embarrassed. Almost hurt. 

“Fine, yeah, I like you. No need to rub it in and be an asshole about it, I know you don’t like me.”

You look at his diverting eyes and immediately regret your teasing tone.

“Oh, Husk, I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just being stupid. Come here.” you say, patting the spot next to you on the bed. 

He sits next to you, looking confused.

“Here.” you say, while holding his hands in yours. 

“Listen. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. I’m sorry if it came across that way. I mean, obviously I like you too. Was it not clear?” you giggle. 

Husk’s eyes widened in shock.

“What- I mea- You like me? Why?” he blurts out.

“Why? Come on, don’t be dumb. You’re the funniest person I know, you’re always willing to listen to me, and you’ve never once turned me away when I needed help. And, you're truly handsome, but that’s just a bonus. You’ve made being trapped in Hell actually enjoyable, which is something that you should be proud of. I wake up everyday excited to see you, to talk to you. I just wish you would've told me that you liked me sooner (and yourself)” you say.

Husk’s eyes are glued on you like you’re the last thing he’ll ever see, like he has to memorize your every feature before he blinks. He has never been more enamored with anybody before. 

In lack of a better response, all he can blurt out is, “Thank you!?”

You giggle, a slight blush creeping up your face. 

“And you are clearly tired. How about you sleep in here tonight? We can cuddle, or talk, or just sit with each other.” you ask.

“That - That sounds great.” he says, truly letting his guard down for the first time in years. As he lays next to you, finally becoming truly comfortable, he swears that he can see a white, fuzzy hand holding a phone by the slightly-ajar door.

“Angel, if that’s you by that door right now, you’re gonna want to run.”

You can hear the spider’s screams of “I GOT IT GUYS! THE FULL VIDEO!! AHAHAHAHA!” as Husk reluctantly leaves the bed.

“Excuse me,” he says, “I’m gonna go take care of this. I’ll be back.”

As he leaves, you start to realize how you got from the couch to the bed in the first place. Smiling to yourself, you savor the fact that, though you were condemned to eternal damnation, these people that you have found could not have created a better heaven for you.

#husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk #husker #husker dust #huskerdust #loser baby #husker hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel oneshots #husk imagine #husk oneshot #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #angel dust #alastor #nifty hazbin hotel #sir pentious #cherri bomb #vaggie #vox #husker x reader #helluva boss x reader #husk x y/n #husk x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you

[onepiece-fics]

Law x simp!reader headcanons (+ short scenario)

Summary: Law x simpy/affectionate reader.

Warnings: Fluff. Reader is gender-neutral. Reader is incredibly confident lol. Brief mention of Law's past and struggles with feelings/emotions.

Word count: 1043

Law is the definition of tsundere.

He will NOT admit anything publicly, all of his affection is strictly for your private life. 

It’ll take him so long to accept the fact that you two have feelings for each other. He spends literally forever pretending like nothing, despite how open you are about it. 

Literally he is just in denial for SO long.

After you flirting with him openly for a few months you have a party where you end up drunkenly properly confessing your feelings for him.

Law being the only sober person that night cannot let go of what you said and confronts you about it the next day.

Although he can’t convey his feelings, your confidence and affection are enough for the two of you.

As you two start dating he starts to get more and more confident in your relationship, and eventually, he starts showing you affection back, but only in private of course. 

He’ll start playing with your hair or drawing patterns on your skin eventually. Perhaps he would even cuddle into you if you're both sitting next to each other on a couch.

It takes him damn near a year until he stops getting flustered when you compliment him. 

He knows that regardless of how embarrassing it is for him though, you won’t even judge him for anything, because if anything you’re 10,000 x more affectionate than he is. 

All your crewmates will tease him for aaaages, even when he does get used to it. More than anything though, they’re all surprised he lets you do it in front of all the others.

In reality, Law knows he can’t stop you from showing your affection, and frankly he doesn’t want you to stop either. 

Anytime you come running at him and give him a big hug or a kiss on the cheek he just gives the rest of your crewmates a glare (but that does NOT stop them from snickering).

The sun was setting into beautiful colours of pink and orange where you stood on top of the Polar Tang. Your captain had asked to get some fresh air, and for you to come with him. So there you stood, leaning against the railing next to Law. You glance to your right to see his hair lightly blowing in the wind, without the usual hat sitting on his head. He notices your glance and raises an eyebrow at you and you smile back at him.

“Was there anything in particular you wanted, Captain?” You ask him sweetly as you pick up a stray hair strand laying on his yellow shirt. His body stiffens slightly and he lets out a sigh.

“Y/N-yah… You’re gonna make me go crazy…” He mutters, barely audible. “I wanted to talk to you… about…” He lets out another sigh, this one heavier than the first one. “I wanted to talk to you about what you said yesterday.” He says and moves to corner you against the railing of the ship. You smile at him as you gently put your hands on the forearms on either side of you. You don’t notice it but his hands are gripping to the railing for dear life. 

“Oh that? I meant every word I said, you know?” You respond, unashamed. Why would you be ashamed of your feelings after all? He’s Trafalgar Law. He has a mildly shocked expression on his face, and combined with his flushed cheeks he looks adorable. He should be used to this by now, you think, with how much you’ve flirted with him since you joined the crew it’s shocking he even reacts to it anymore. 

“E-everything?” He asks and you hum and nod your head. Law looks down to his feet, his arms still surrounding you. “Y/N-yah, I’m… I’m not sure I deserve that…. I don’t think this is good for either of us… I’ll only get you hurt. Or worse.” He whispers. Your brows furry and you shake your head.

“Law. That’s nonsense and you know it. As if both of us aren’t constantly living in danger all day every day… You know damn well I don’t care about that. I love you. So much. And you deserve so much more than you get. I know that you have your… issues. But I need you to know that I’ll always be here for you regardless of that, okay? I don’t care if I’m only your friend, I’ll always be here to help you. I’ll always be by your side.” Law’s expression turns into one of awe, his eyes wide and mouth agape. His right hand moves from the railing to cup your cheek.

“Y/N… I… I don’t know what to say…” His sentence trails off and a blush creeps up on his face again. “You know my past, and you know I’ve been hurt. I struggle with my feelings, and you know this… But… If I get to be selfish I want to, uhm,” He looks away from your face, “I’d like to take you up on the offer you made last night…” He whispers and his hand falls back down to the railing. 

The smile on your face turns to a grin as you take in what he’s said. “My offer? You mean when I told you I’d really like to show you my love? When I told you that you should trust the feelings of your heart and trust me? Because I still stand by that.” He groans as his face turns even redder. You shake your head and giggle at him before standing on your toes to give him a light kiss on the cheek. He turns to look at you again with wide eyes.

“Law. I already told you I love you, right? There’s no need to be ashamed.” You smile at him before leaning in to hug him and bury your face in his neck. 

“God, you really are gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?” he whispers as he embraces you back and holds you tight against him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before burying his nose in your hair. “Thank you Y/N-yah. Thank you for understanding the words I can’t convey…”

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[yuukimiyas]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ sweet disposition

₊˚ෆ 1.0k words / sfw! / est. relationship / written w fem!reader in mind but can v much be read as gn!reader / proofread by my bff & word genius @/grimmjaws / super duper fluffy fluff for the dreamiest boy ever ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ a/n: this is so V self indulgent & self ship coded!! / based off one of my fave scenes from one of my fave comfort movies <33 / tyasm for bein so patient w me as i mustered up the courage to post this ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა your support means the absolute world to me! / now, w/out further ado! chloe's writing debut!

yukimiya kenyū adored you. whether it was the sound of your laugh, the way you took your coffee, or the way you looked while going on & on about your favorite author, he adored everything, no matter how big or small.

but notably, his most endeared moments were the dates the two of you shared together downtown. getting up just as the sun rose in the morning to make it to your favorite coffee shop, or walking a few blocks to the record store you now call ‘yours’, or spending some time together at the park, or maybe side-by-side, taking turns reading passages from whichever covers you’d picked up that day, while the sun’s rays elevated your eye-color to something otherworldly – those times were yukimiya’s favorites. 

every date with you was no exception.

or, so he thought.

the day had started off a lot like those others. another all-day-date-turned-adventure where you’d both gotten coffee and flipped through an abundance of jazz vinyl (most of which you owned, but continued the tradition nonetheless), then left to roam the streets of a city you were so passionate about. when your footsteps came to a halt, yukimiya stuttered to a stop just in front of you, your sudden lack of movement making him turn and raise his brow.

“everything alright, darling?” his voice was smooth and sweet, every syllable coated in pure honey. the question dripped down your spine and your cheeks took on a much rosier hue as you faced him head on.

“come with me.” wearing a sickeningly sweet grin, you took the lead. you dragged yukimiya behind you for a few paces, unable to contain your excitement, until he caught up to you, footsteps in tandem. the familiar sidewalks crunched beneath your feet, then turned into blades of grass as you traveled through the park, passing by your usual spot. you lead him up a fairly steep hill, hand-in-hand, before eventually coming to a beautiful, well-loved ironwork bench. 

while the body of the arrangement used to be freshly painted, it was now a weathered black, flaking heavily near the metal arms, displaying how endeared the spot was to more than just yourself.

“alright, here we are - my favorite place in the whole city.” you turned, arms outstretched & smiled so wide that yukimiya was positive there was no sight greater in the universe, one that could rival how you looked in front of him just then. he couldn’t tell if it was the way your hair was blowing in the light, autumnal breeze, or the way your small giggles & excitable expression made his chest warm, but he was filled with the obvious & irrefutable love he had for you. it didn’t matter the reason, you were ethereal in every small moment you shared together. 

yukimiya thought he couldn’t possibly love anything more; more than soccer, more than modeling, more than every star in the vast sky – it was always you who proved him wrong.

you sat down, patting the empty space beside you, its cool surface an invitation. yukimiya could do nothing but oblige.

“so this is your favorite place in the entire city?” the tall, dark-haired man questioned. a soft smile was apparent on his picturesque features, and when you felt yourself staring for a little too long, you attempted to hide the blush covering your cheeks by looking forward.

“mhm. i randomly came across it one day a few years ago & have found myself drawn to it ever since. you see that roof over there? on the left? that’s the museum of natural history, one of the largest since its founding in 1869…” you continued. yukimiya watched you with rapt attention as you pointed to numerous structures and parking garages, explaining each bit of history that highlighted all of the parts that make you, well… you. 

fascinated was an understatement for the striker, and he did his best to give coherent responses besides a quick ‘yeah’ & various head nods, but he just couldn’t shake it. the pounding in his chest began to drown out the outside noises of passing individuals going on jogs, talking on the phone, and walking their dogs until all he could hear was you.

“i feel like they could have done more with the layout of some of the larger structures, but hey, i’m no architect,” you joked. blushing, you raked your fingers through your hair and gave a somewhat shy chuckle at your own statement. “i’m…sorry if i bored you at all! i know hearing all of this is probably less than riveting.” 

“no!” he rushed out, words overlapping the end of your statement by just a moment. “please don’t apologize. tell me more.” 

just like that, your eyes lit up & another gorgeous smile adorned your delicate features before you spoke again, cautiously optimistic, “really? because i totally get it if it’s too–”

“really. please, go on.” yukimiya’s words were gentle, tone liquid and smooth as his arm snaked around your middle. he pulled you close, letting you rest your head comfortably on his chest as you began to talk again. he could listen to your saccharine voice forever & he was absolutely positive no bit of information, too dull or too bold, could deter him from thinking so.

after you exhausted all of your favorite factoids about the city & its many tall stone and brick inhabitants, the two of you fell into a comfortable, almost soothing silence. the moment stretched on for a while before you let out a whisper - one that simply could have dissipated into the wind if not for your close proximity to each other.

“i was wrong.”

“hm?” yukimiya answered with a hum, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“about this being my favorite place in the city,” you nuzzled into his frame as if it were humanly possible to be any closer than you currently were, “it’s my second favorite.”

“oh? why the sudden change of heart?” he inquired, his gaze never breaking away from the concrete horizon before him. he noticed it a moment later, how the city felt a little different now - more personal. it was as if every notion & bit of information you shared with him had opened up his eyes to a whole new perspective. admittedly, he was grateful for it; he cherished knowing the city better - you better. 

yukimiya knew in that moment, there, with you, that nothing else could possibly elevate the airy feeling of cloud-nine that he was already on.

and then you spoke.

“because my first favorite place in the city is anywhere i’m with you.”

fin.

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[whaleofatjme1920]

Only One He Sees [Sal Fisher X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none? I mean, I guess emotional cheating and angst.]

[AN: this is a hot mess!! But I just wanted to write something quick and angsty bc I adore Joji's song "Glimpse of Us". It's like,,,, 1:30 am,,,, be nice to me yall,,,,,, I haven't written anything of quality in eons. ALSO I don't ship Ash and Sal, I just needed a shoddy plot device im sorry. 2681 words <3]

Sal doesn’t do anything half-baked. He ensures that his all is in everything he does, everything he says, everything he means. And when he loved Ash, he loved her hard and with everything he was. Did you know their love story was slow? She’d always viewed him as a dear friend, and he’d always been hesitant in getting close to her. But through high school, they had grown closer. Ash’s love with him was almost perfect. No one had ever seen two people fit together as perfectly as they did. 

You couldn’t go five seconds without seeing their dreamy smiles and gazes peeking through the tiny sliver of windows on the doors as they passed by the other’s room, how they yearned for each other when seated far away, and gods, who could forget how they disappeared for hours caught in their own little world? Sal had never loved anyone as much as he loved Ash, and he would have spent his entire life with her if the gods had willed it so. But, good things never last, and Sal is unfortunately more aware of that than anyone else. 

He respected her wishes more than anyone else, even more than his own, and it led to their downfall. They were best friends before, during and after their relationship. A breakup brought up by differences in future lifestyles wouldn’t change that. But oh, gone were the halcyon days when they could be carefree kids in love. Sal considered a part of him gone with that relationship, his walls a bit higher than before when it came to matters of the heart. 

But you? You were a stubborn thing. You sat yourself down next to him in one of your classes your senior year of university, intrigued by the things he was doodling in his notebook. And he was charming, polite, his blue eyes smiled as you imagined his lips were. He had told you what a pleasure it was that he was meeting you for the first time, and you returned the compliment. 

A semester had never passed faster than that silly filler class with Sal. Every day you’d come in, 11 in the morning, plop down next to him and pass him some drink you picked up from the on campus cafe - one of many. You and Sal made it a mission from the beginning to try something new at the beginning of the semester. You watched over the weeks as something came back to him. You could have sworn you heard his heart beat again, he’d been so silent when you first laid your eyes on him. When the final class rolled around, you’d been saddened to realize that - 

“So this is where we part ways?” You said as you began to pack up your things. You had a small, polite smile gracing your lips, fingers just barely fumbling with the zipper as if to give him a moment or two to respond. But really, you enjoyed his presence.

Sal slowly closed his notebook before shaking his head. “It doesn’t have to be?” He offered. “H-Here,” he chuckled upon seeing your puzzled expression. He fished out a sharpie and made a small grabby motion for your hand. He held you warmly, gently, like you were made of glass as he painted the digits of his numbers onto your hand. “I’m surprised I didn’t give this to you earlier,” he admitted with a sheepish grin verbally popping through his almost shy voice. 

Your heart fluttered so fast, so loud, you were sure to take flight. “It’s nothing,” you said as you shook your head. “I’ll call you sometime soon!” You said it so fast, Sal hardly had time to register it. You felt like you were floating as you popped out of your seat, cutely waved to him and damn near sprinted out of the classroom to get back to your car. You heard his laughter. It was nice to hear him like that. 

It was safe to say that a relationship between the two of you blossomed after that. You kept him waiting a tad longer than he originally expected, but you were worried you would come off as clingy, desperate. It felt like hell waiting to send that silly little ‘hi! This is Reader, from-’. You must have written it dozens of times before clicking send and hoping for the best. But everything with Sal was so easy. Never had he made you feel like a stranger in the house the two of you were building. 

Some late nights, the two of you would park your car in the middle of an empty lot and stare up at what little stars you could actually see peeking through the night’s abyss. Looking for gems in a sea of ink had to be one of your favorite things to do with him, because when the heat of the sun was gone, he’d wrap you in his strong arms, and hum softly in your ear. Sometimes, Sal would whisper stories of how the stars above received their names. You felt loved by him without him having even said it. 

On one of these outings, you felt him pause. His painted nails had been just barely massaging your scalp when he pulled his fingers downwards, as if he was trying to run them through your hair. Upon realizing his action, he stopped, a slightly confused, and disturbed expression on his face behind his prosthetic. 

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, your body moving upwards a bit to tilt back to look at him. 

Sal shook his head. “Nothing,” he said, his gaze soft but still perturbed. “Autopilot,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry, baby,” he cooed in an apologetic tone before turning your attention back to the faint stars above, his low voice explaining them in a whisper only a lover was afforded to hear.

You studied him as best as you could, and for the first time you realized he wasn’t looking at you. Perhaps he never was to begin with. 

It happens, right? Sometimes people just do that. But this? This felt off, a deep seated pain that had erupted somewhere deep inside of him, spilling to the surface to a point he couldn’t hide it anymore. To say it planted a seed of doubt would be an understatement. It sprouted an entire garden. Everything Sal did, he said, you thought of what could have caused him to look at you as if you were someone else. Time and time again you were able to reap the fruits of your labor. He was constantly searching, touching you, hoping you were someone else. 

If you didn’t catch him that first time, you might not have ever caught it to begin with. It’s everywhere, glaringly obvious, practically lit up in bright red lights and bolded for you. The way you have to reposition his hand when you’re snuggling, his defaults are never in tune with yours, his humor just out of sync with yours, and how he lays in your arms feels so empty. You know he’s waiting, hoping and praying for someone else. So, why is he passing time in your arms? 

You never let your suspicion show. You treat Sal with the utmost love and respect as you can, watching as the summer ebbs to winter, and as the day fades to night. You tell yourself time and time again that it’s your problem. You almost make yourself believe it. 

Do you know the pain that comes with doubting someone you love so deeply? You ran yourself dizzy, sick, wondering who it could have been. You didn’t want to distrust him, you didn’t want to question him, but the thought of someone else having that effect on him cracked your heart into pieces. Of course, you did your best to hide this from Sal, but he’s a smart man. Of course he’d figure it out eventually. 

“You feel different.” It was stated as an observation, but you know he meant to prod more. His arm, draped around your blanket ending in his hand lovingly clasped around your outer shoulder to bring you in closer to his side lovingly rubbed at you. His thumb traced little moons and stars, circles, even hearts. 

“I do?” 

He hummed a ‘yes’ and nodded slightly. “What’s eating you?”

You took in a deep breath and attempted to push the feelings away. “Do you love me?” The blue haired man pauses his actions entirely, body rigid and expression taken aback. “What?” You can’t see his expression, but you know he’s shocked. “Of course I love you,” he continued. Sal’s voice is cracked, his confidence clearly taken a hit that you would doubt him. 

“Then why does it always feel like you’re searching for someone else?” You asked, no accusation in your tone, but rather genuine curiosity. 

The man at your side shifted again before a deep sigh echoed from his chest. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.” He studied your face as he spoke. “My ex, Ash, was my first love. I don’t love her anymore, I promise.” He reached for your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “You are my everything. Always have been, always will be. But, I guess some part of me-”

“Misses her?” You finished. 

Sal scoffed slightly. “No, I don’t miss her,” he shot back. 

You could feel the defensive energy radiating off of him. “Okay,” you said softly, letting him calm down. 

He ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous tic, before taking in yet another deep breath. His shoulders rolled before dropping, practically drooping. “You’ve been so good to me,” he murmured, “I could never think of anyone else but you, Reader.” He’s lying through his teeth, but you believe him. You smiled, taking his hands warmy into his. 

“I’m sorry for being stupid or anything-,” you rambled, deeply unsettled about the feelings of dread pooling in the back of your throat. How could you ever compete with someone like that? 

Sal let your hands go before reaching back to his prosthetic, clicking it off. “I love you.” That was the first time he said it. 

It felt so empty. 

He leaned forward to kiss you. 

You kissed him back. 

The next few years that passed in your relationship with him were rather peaceful. You had almost forgotten about the pain, but every now and then his actions would remind you, and your heart would ache all over again. But, Sal is good at making you feel loved. You. You and you alone. And for a while, you were certain that he’d fallen out of love with Ash. 

Why did you tell him that you were okay with going to that little friends meet up? Why did you tell him that you would go with? Why did you tell him that you wanted to meet the people who he went to high school with? You already know Larry, isn’t that enough? When you first agreed, none of these thoughts were on your mind. You wanted to support Sal and genuinely see the people who made his high school years that much better. You wanted to meet who made him happy! 

And oh how sweet they all were. Larry’s more than used to you, but meeting Todd, Neil, Maple and Chug? You already feel like you’re one of the gang with how friendly they are. Larry’s made it his mission that you fit in - in fact, he seems more enthralled in the whole process than Sal does! 

“Is she coming?” You heard Neil ask, a small smile on his lips as his arm rested comfortably around Todd’s waist. 

“Running late,” Sal replied as he looked up from his phone. “She just texted me.” 

You feel something inside of you pluck roughly. The strings of your heart are being played, aren’t they? “She should be here in a minute or so.” 

“How’d she text that from her bike?” Snickered Larry in a lovingly teasing tone. 

Sal shrugged. “Just glad she’s coming today,” he added before coming to your side and mirroring Neil’s actions. He gently nuzzled you with his prosthetic, as if he was pecking a kiss to your temple before making a small motion to leave. “Did you want anything to drink? To eat? I know this place like the back of my hand,” he offered with another chuckle. 

“Maybe some more water?” You replied in a half questioning tone. You watched as he left your side before being whisked up by the other people in the room. 

You didn’t hear Ash come in. You didn’t see Sal forget you were even present. Being so caught up with his friends, you didn’t even realize your boyfriend hadn’t come to check on you in hours. 

You crossed through the place with Maple, a cup in your hand on the way to get some cake Chug had brought when you saw them sitting in a bay window. Sal looked positively invigorated with life. He was glowing on the inside and out just being by her again. His body language was so much more animated. His voice was lively. He was laughing at Ash’s jokes, even if they weren’t funny. And gods, how he leaned in just to hear her secrets. He contorted his form better just to be that much closer to her. It was like his heart was clawing out of his chest to be with hers. 

He was still in love with her. Anyone could see it. 

Feeling your gaze, Sal’s attention briefly moved to you. He saw your smile, something soft, something gentle, something validated after years of wondering. He waved at you from where he sat with Ash, just faintly disheartened you did not wave back. He watched as your lips turned slowly to a frown. He could hear your heart break. And even though he was looking directly at you, he still only had eyes for her. 

At that moment, you hated him, truly, and as deeply as one person could hate another. You watched as Ash commanded his attention back, and like a sweet little puppy, he followed. You knew he was smiling under his prosthetic. His touches to her were pure and sweet in a way he’d never afforded you. You thought back to all the lazy mornings and hazy evenings you’ve spent with him curled up in bed. Those touches that felt so foreign, as if you were a placeholder all made sense. It was a deep innate feeling you felt ever since you were gazing up at the stars with him. Finally, finally it was validated. 

Your body feels like it’s floating as the rest of the night passes by. You don’t see Sal until it’s time to go, and your words are failing everything you want to say to him. You’re angry, that’s at the forefront of the things you feel. You feel betrayed. You want to call him everything under the sun. His hand on your thigh doesn’t feel right. The way his lips press to the side of your head when he briefly moves his prosthetic to kiss you doesn’t feel right. You have every intent of getting out of the car and throwing your things into a suitcase and leaving the home he’s made you feel a stranger in. You have every intent of cutting your losses and moving to something healthier. You don’t deserve this. You’re practically seething in your seat when you hear him say it. Those four words that make you weak all over again. 

“I love you, Reader.” 

Your heart seizes. You think over your options. Entire lifetimes must have passed through your mind’s eye as you consider it, and you know that if you got into another relationship, all you would be able to see is him. 

He’s the only thing that matters to you, even if you're not the one that matters to him.

You bite back a sigh, a pained smile on your lips to follow as you face him. 

“I love you too.”  

#sal fisher x reader #sally face headcanon #sally face x reader #sally face x y/n #sal fisher headcanon #conversations with a fish woman

[mundanemiseries]

                                         GET  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 ?

uh well...i've definitely rambled about it in the past but most of my muses (basically all of the main ones except Aurelius) are all more or less aus of my first muse on here, Joel that became more than own dudes than just "joel in a different universe" so they became their own muses unto themselves. for Joel? he came about around 5 years ago when i stumbled onto the t.wewy rpc and so i made this blog and Joel!

𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 ?

i mean besides the general kinda ick inducing topics there's not really that much else. combat/fighing based threads probably? but that's more because i'm not that great at/confident with writing those and ik i can get kinda "don't look at me" when it comes to posting types of writing/threads/etc im not confident in

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ?

a lot of things really! i always have a soft spot for fluff, goofy/silly/moe playful things are always fun, when u get some good angst going it's just chef's kiss. what i'm personally really enjoying writing changes from time to time but idk, there's a lot i have fun writing!

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ?

i more or less play things by ear with headcanons, sometimes, with more fandom based muses (ex. Koko) it might come from some realization i had about some aspect of the universe they're from or a headcanon will form out of rambling about my boys to a moot over disc.ord or smth, or i'll get an idea that i end up building on from something i'm watching/listening to regardless headcanons kinda just sneak up on me ig

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ?

music 100% i find i struggle to focus even moreso without something in the background so it's normally music and/or a podcast/some other long form video i'm prolly rewatching

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ?

i very much wing it most of the time, i tend to get sdetracked real bad when i try to plan things out proper so 9 times outta 10 replies are me winging it and letting my muses take the wheel.

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ?

yes, always! not just romantic, familial and platonic ships are always great when they happen oooh, ooh! and like...hateships and the like...i've really only ever had one but that was fun

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 / 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ?

kellin!

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ?

22, 23 come the summer

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 ?

july 13th!

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ?

purple, grey, blue

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 ?

oh god plese don't make me pick. i mean as always i adore anything from new design, a.venturine's boss theme's stuck in my head and i've had s/t by j.oyce m.anor on loop for days so...theres those lmao

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 ?

uh.....i think the m.ario movie???

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 ?

??? not sure, if web series count though, h.unter the p.arenting

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 ?

constant headache - joyce manor

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ?

sweets, like...in general probably.

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ?

:Tc hmmm, fall probably, not so warm that im melting but also not hilariously cold, the leaves are pretty, i end up getting a shitload of pumpkin donuts at this place near me, good season imho

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 ?

firstly, i absolutely have to call out the og on this blog @the-grim-heaper. she's been around here more or less since i started this blog and has just, always been there ( also fun fact, she's the one who got me into w.arframe so legit Koko and Raziel just wouldn't exist without her :3 ) aside from the bro, @cosmicdreamt and @strawberry-barista for just...being friends and awesome and i lowkey consider my mains friends, or at the v least very cool ppl and 👉👈 i hope they think so too and there's other ppl too but i am...head empy rn and been trying to do this for days x_x

tagged by: @attroxx tagging: legit just steal it and say i tagged you. crimes! :D

#● | ooc | stars above that we can't see | #// my brain has been one giant loading screen but!! did it wahooo #and just.....qvq ty for tagging me Salem!

[atimelesslullaby]

Meet the Mun

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Oh, goodness. In 2013 This actually started out as a Twilight Princess Zelda with some friends, who I parted ways with on not so friendly terms. Then it was an OoT Zelda in a group, before November 2014 when I turned her indie. I've loved OoT Zelda since I was young, at first, it was solely for her beauty. As I grew older, and began to understand her character, I only loved her more.

some past urls have been: 'greaterlight' - 'magickick' - 'sagexftime'

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Smut. I will not write it, even though we're both of age. Anything of the like will strictly be fade to black. Nothing against those who enjoy writing it, and I'm not sex repulsed. It's just not my thing.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I do like action, though I rarely get to write it. I also want to explore her extreme guilt for what happened. Let's be real, the events of OoT happened because *she* decided her dream was prophecy, and set the gears turning. It was, as she even says herself, all her fault. I feel like she's one of the most flawed Zeldas out there. Most of them are selfless, kind, completely devoted to saving everything. While OoT Zelda was similar, she's also very selfish. She sent a total stranger on a quest, she expected him to protect her while she sealed Ganon away, and even in the end. She abused her power over time to create new timelines. She didn't even ask if Link wanted to be sent back to his childhood.

Good intentioned as it was, it was selfish.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I've made this Zelda my own, really, as we get hardly any adult Zelda canon. We get two legitimate scenes with her, and two small ones. That's it. If an idea comes to me, I'll introspect on it, and if I feel it deserving, make a headcanon post about it.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

When writing her, I'll often listen to the ending of OoT. The part where she and Link are together in the sky, and listen up until the end, then repeat until I've finished writing. Not *always*, but often. I absolutely adore the music.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

I can do both! I've been told very often that people are intimidated by the lengths I can reach. All I can say is please, don't be intimidated by how long my replies can get. As long as you give me something to work with, length doesn't really matter.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Oh goodness yes, when it's developed well. I don't have any current ships on Zelda's blog anymore than I can remember, they've all been lost to the echoes of time. One of them is still alive, but it's strictly on Discord. That being said, if you want to plan a ship, let me know! My Zelda is heteroromantic, demisexual. All you cute guys out there hit a girl up

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

You can call me Bear, you can call me Danny. Either works!

ᴀɢᴇ?

I turned 32 a few months ago

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

January 9th

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Orange and Brown

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I mostly listen to animated music. I don't know if I could pick a true favorite, but the first song that comes to mind is the reprise of "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid (who I also write lmao, I have four main blogs)

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

When The Wind Blows

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I'm afraid I don't watch television

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Part of Your World (I was practicing it yesterday, only got the first half recorded cause I didn't like how the second half came out u_u)

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Tomato Soup with lots of cheese :3c

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Winter. Long nights, starry skies, snowy fields. I adore it.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I don't want to exclude anyone, there are many people I care about on Tumblr. But if I had to choose one person, I'd say @trencri. I've known Donnie for two years now, but it feels like we've been friends for ages. We've talked near every day for those two years. We relate on a lot of subjects, both IC and OOC.

Tagged By: @red-man-of-mustache (Thank you <3)

#A Timeless Memory ; Saved #ooc

[veryberryjelly]

Hi beautiful,

Congratulations on graduating! Why is this the first time I see your aesthetically beautiful blog?

I’ve never participated much in events, less so in the ones that ship you with other characters, but I’d love to try! (Might even ask for mood boards and blurbs if you’re cool)

So, may I please get a 🥐 with a golden trio era/marvel character. Whatever rocks your boat.

Where to start? I’m a Gemini-ENTP, an aesthete, and bibliophile. I love to read, and one of my favorite books is Dead Poets Society. I’m a writer on tumblr and a creative writer in real life too. Though I currently work at an agency, I aspire to publish my own books someday.

I’m an extrovert, and I absolutely love to travel, embark on new adventures, and learn new languages and skills. I’m fluent in 3 languages and have picked up basic knowledge of around 4 others.

I love the piano, though I cannot play it, but I always pester my best friend to play me something whenever there’s a piano near her. And I’m a dancer, ballroom and contemporary.

I absolutely adore baking and cooking and can whip up recipes from anywhere in the world, though I’m not a huge fan of Asian cuisine. My favorite, I would say, is Italian.

I love children, and I’m the cool cousin of the family. If my younger brother was married, I’m pretty sure I would’ve been the cool aunt too. At the moment, I’m a cat mom, and I absolutely can’t wait to find someone and build a family with. I’m straight, so I’d love to be shipped with a male character.

Hmm, what else is worth noting? I’m quite vibrant and social, so much so that I’ve had more than twenty people nickname me as “butterfly,” and trust me when I tell you those people don’t even know each other to pass this nickname around.

Speaking of people, I just love meeting people and making new friends (anyone on here is welcome to message me if you ever wanna talk to someone), and I’m usually the one who’s planning the next big adventure—whether that’s a lunch or a night out at a music festival.

I have a fairly small circle of friends, ones I consider family, though I am acquainted with a lot of people.

I’m 24, and I’ve never dated or been in a relationship. I’m someone that’s more attracted by a person’s intelligence than appearance. I greatly value intellectual stimulation, and I’m not necessarily attracted to the bad boys. It depends on the person.

My sun, moon, and ascendant are in Gemini. I’m a Gryffindor-Thunderbird, and I thank you for reading thus far and wish you a wonderful day ahead. 🩵

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

please ask for whatever you want! mood boards are definitely my favourite to do &lt;3

i ship you with...

sersi!!!

sersi is absolutely a social butterfly like yourself so i think the two of you would be the life of the party together.

sersi is 100% going to any music festival, night out or adventure with you.

she's very open to trying anything

sersi also absolutely adores children [ as evidenced in the film ] and i think any nieces/nephews/siblings/random small children are absolutely enamoured by her.

sersi is very very clever so i think you two would have very intellectual conversations.

whether its about art, history or a tv show you both enjoy, you are never bored talking to sersi.

#🥐 - jelly cafe event #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 #sersi #sersi x reader #ikaris x sersi #sersi eternals #sersi x ikaris #the eternals #eternals fanfiction #eternals x reader #eternals smut #eternals marvel #gemma chan #gemma chan dwd

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 14

Chapter 14: “Trump Card”

It’s interesting how the scene of Ray becoming Isabella’s spy is done differently on three separate occasions. As he’s retelling the moment to Norman right now, he seems relatively calm about making the deal, whereas in ch181.5 (back when it was actually happening) Ray was so frightened that Isabella might ship him off for knowing the truth that his heart was racing. (I’ll mention the third instance once I get to ch37. this a memo to myself so I don’t forget).

I’ve been trying to avoid chatting about cover & extra pages since they usually are typically pretty scenes that may or may not relate to the current situation of the story and/or try to lighten the mood with humor, but I wanna mention this one. First off, the Grace Field library is huge and it’s crazy to think that Ray actually manages to read every single book before the escape. I’m also intrigued by some of the details on the books themselves, aside from the obvious “never” with an old-styled ship that appears in several places throughout the story, but never really means much in the end. I remember a lot of people used to make theories about them though. Oh.. unless the ship was to reference the shipments themselves..? I only just thought of that. Anyways, there’s also some books that have “treachery” and “betray” written on them. The book on the shelf near Emma’s antenna has “read this yourself” written on the spine and it gets me curious, like what kind of book would say that? Speaking of our girl, I’m sure she was pretty upset upon learning that Ray was in fact mom’s spy, but more shocked and sympathetic than anything (but saving those thoughts for next chapter).

I know this is a serious conversation between the two of them, truly, but those middle panels are so funny to me. They already look so done with each other’s bullshit and the deal has only just begun. It’s gonna be a long six years for them.

This chapter gives Ray many psycho faces, but this is probably my favorite of the bunch. I can hear “Existence of an Insider” in my head perfectly. I still prefer that over his “81194” theme too. I dunno why.

Despite the history he has with Isabella, the fact they can chat so casually about the situation amuses me. Makes me wonder if this is how Isabella would handle Ray’s mischief in a normal life. The “useless dog” part kills me each time. I don’t doubt that Ray knew Norman was very capable of picking locks and he just decided to keep that info from her either. Hell, maybe he even taught him. Ray likes to tinker with stuff, so I can imagine Norman became interested in doing so as well. (for the life of me, I can’t remember if this is factual (and if so, from where) or a popular fandom headcanon..)

Favorite panel/moment:

I love this little interaction with all my heart! All of them are just so precious. I sadly understand why the anime left it out though (and had Ray pause at the top of the stairs and then walk away instead), as an adorable moment like this really wouldn’t have fit the tense mood the RN conversation left us with since “Existence of an Insider” was also still playing at this point.

I still think it could’ve worked somehow. We don’t see Ray & Emma really interact again until he reveals he’s the real traitor to her, so perhaps it would’ve surprised her more from seeing him act so friendly one moment then finding out he’s been sorta kinda betraying her the next? Ah well.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[violetsareblue-selfships]

Sleepy Softness

Ship: Blade x April | Word Count: 714 | Warnings/Tags: I don't think there's any - very fluffy :3 (Blade's a little edgy at the beginning - kinda self-deprecating but not too bad)

A/N: So, when I spun the wheel to pick an f/o, it picked him. Fitting since I haven't posted a fic of him yet so, I hope you all enjoy this~

The air is near-silent. Soft, rhythmic breathing is the only audible sound and even then, the only reason Blade can hear it is that he's near its source.

Her body is warm, soft, and vulnerable under his hands. The fingers of his left hand dig in slightly to her hip - a protective hold, one that's still gentle. As for his other hand, that one rests on the back of her head, fingers still entangled in her hair from when he'd been scratching her scalp - the reason she fell asleep in the first place.

She's never looked so pretty before. Sure, he'll admit, that she is always pretty all dolled up in her dresses and skirts. But this is a softer kind of prettiness. One that only he is privy to.

One he isn't sure he deserves.

It's an honor to see her in her most vulnerable states. Having her trust matters more to him than he ever thought possible, and it's a testament to how much she trusts him, how safe she feels with him, that she's sleepy often when it's just the two of them.

He still doesn't get it some days. Some sweet, unscarred, pretty thing like her loving someone like him? It doesn't fully make sense to him.

But what he does know is that he'll keep her safe no matter what.

A soft yawn splits the silence and his eyes trail down, softening further as he sees her halfway between being asleep and awake.

"Blade?" She mumbles softly. The smile she blesses him with when her eyes open fully to look at him actually takes his breath away. "Sorry for falling asleep…" She says with another yawn and he chuckles.

"Don't apologize," Blade says, shifting to brush his lips over her forehead. "I didn't mind."

April opens her mouth to say something else and he gives her a look. The sheepish expression that crosses her face tells him he was right about what she was going to say and he huffs quietly.

He knows he doesn't need to say anything more, that she understands, but he does anyway. "You know I don't think it's a bother when you fall asleep like that. Besides, I knew it was coming the minute I started playing with your hair." A teasing smirk rests on his face and she huffs, both of them knowing that's a weakness of hers.

"Plus, you're cute when you're asleep," Blade murmurs, that smirk widening as her face goes pink. "How could I mind looking at something so adorable?"

"Okay, okay," April says, her face feeling hot, but she's smiling. "I get it."

"Good," Blade murmurs. His fingers gently pet the back of her head, the act softening her smile. "Any time I spend with you isn't wasted… no matter what we're doing," He says quieter, his own expression softening at the way she melts at his words.

April sits up a little and her hand cups his face, an instinct drawing him to lean into her touch, which serves to make her giggle. She leans forward and gently kisses him.

The kiss is brief but incredibly sweet and he has to resist chasing her lips when she pulls away. He's not so sure he succeeded by the way she giggles but he shrugs that off immediately. If there's anyone he can be a fool in front of, it's her.

"I love you, Blade," She murmurs and he hums softly, shifting a little to reach for her phone.

"I love you too," He replies even as he's handing it over, chuckling at her confused expression. "Didn't you say earlier that you had videos you wanted to show me?"

April's face lights up and she nods, somehow managing to look even cuter. Blade didn't think that was possible, but she's always able to surprise him.

"Then go ahead," He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before settling back and allowing her to adjust to a comfier position for this.

He's in for an entertaining time - somehow she always finds videos that are amusing to him. But even if they weren't… She's too adorable when showing him the video that it would make up for that.

Aeons, she has him wrapped around her finger…

#self shipping #self ship #self ship fic #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self insert #canon x si #canon x self insert #self insert x canon #si x canon #the sun and her shadow 💖🥀 #my writing #crow don't look

[ladywinsomes]

Kydia for the Ship Meme

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet? They met at a house party hosted by Heathcliff at his ancestral seat, Henstridge Hall. 

What was their first impression of each other? Lydia thought Kenneth was Heath’s most handsome Oxford mates, but at the time she didn’t think much beyond that.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Lydia’s family, in particular Conrad, like how different Kenneth is than Heath.

Who felt romantic feelings first? Lydia believes she did, but it was probably mutual.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Not at all 

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? Lydia would happily agree.

What would their lives be like if they had never met? Lydia would probably have waited years to settle down, and she would probably either be happy or disdainful.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Kenneth asked to call on Lydia and she insisted on meeting in secret, so in a way, they both did.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? Lydia counts every moment at the soiree as a date.

What was their first kiss like? Passionate, wanton, delicious.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Lydia likes to think Kenneth was her first everything. In most ways, the ones that count, that’s true.

What’s their height difference? Age difference? Kenneth has almost a foot on Lydia, and is seven years older.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Lydia adores little Malcolm, and treats him like he is her own. She also enjoys his family and he likes hers.

Who takes the lead in social situations? Lydia, because she’s a social butterfly and the mouthpiece of their relationship.

Who gets jealous easier? They’re both...passionate.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? Kenneth does in private and it brings Lydia to her knees, and Lydia likes to do it in public to see his face twist and his muscles tense.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first? Kenneth

What are their primary love languages? Physical touch and words of affirmation. 

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Kenneth

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? As much as they can. Lydia likes to always be close to him/touching in some way.

Who initiates kisses? Lydia

Who’s the big and little spoon? Lydia is the little spoon but on occasion will lay right atop Kenneth

What are their favorite things to do together? Spend time with Malcolm and...other things.

Who’s better at comforting the other? Lydia is the ice to Kenneth’s burn.

Who’s more protective? Kenneth

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Physical.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? Into My Arms- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Begin Again- Taylor Swift, The Nearness of You- Norah Jones, This Year’s Love- David Gray

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? Lydia calls him Ken, My Marquess, balach mòr...

Who remembers the little things? Kenneth.

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes? Kenneth, because Lydia is a lady.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? Their families. Malcolm and Conrad are the best men.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? They’re happy with just Malcolm, but they do get the little girl of Lydia’s dreams.

Do they have any pets? TBD

Who’s the stricter parent? Kenneth

Who worries the most? Lydia when the kids are young, and then Kenneth once they’re grown.

Who kills the bugs in the house? Kenneth (Malcolm)

How do they celebrate holidays? With their families, either in West Sussex or Islay.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Kenneth.

Who’s the better cook? Their kitchen staff. Lydia burns water.

Who likes to dance? Lydia likes dancing because it means she can be glued to Kenneth all night loing.

#answered

[delicatetaleprincess]

"God damn that fancy looking bastard how could he just up and left me like that? I swear I hope that glorified sardine gets his ass"

A female voice echo in the darkness of your mind as a your senses start to come back slowly making you feel being drag through dirt before being laid against something

Soon your eyes flutter slowly, the dim light of a cloudy sky forcong you to cover your eyes and gran

"Oh you are finally awake! It was about time my guy!" the woman says with a slight scowl tho she seem more stress than angry

"Come on stand up!"

She pulls you up, your legs weaklu Keeping you from falling again

You look at her but before you can así anything she picks up a bucket with drink and rans off

You stood in place for a moment and take in your surrondings, this place...it wasnt the bridge and that lady was unkwon to you

Were you trap in the limbo? Or have you fail and are stuck inside your head in a coma?

It really didn't matter no more you guess

While exploring the wrek of ships this place was you found echos of past life

An abandon altar who adored a girl to then demigrate her with harsh words sculpt for ever in the rock boulders of this place

This place had died the same day that their people faith did.

"Hello?" you call out as you enter a house that was in shambles

But no one answers

A chill wind hits you making shiver

Inside there wasnt any belogings but a clock that catches your attention

You took the odd clock in your hands, the time had frozen and you couldnt read the time

"If only I ever had the chance to learn to hour..." you think to yourself

When suddenly the atmosphere changes making you sweat in cold

Something is coming and its coming for you, you can feel it deep within you

You want to move and run somwhere else

But your body and a part of your mind betrays you, your mind tells you not to move, It is safer this way

It is better this way...

Your scream gets muffle when a hand comes from behind covering your mouth, the clock falling to the ground

But you can hardly hear It with how hard your heart is beating in your ears

"Be quiet, its ok..." a femenine voice murmurs in your hear "follow me and be careful"

She took the lead and with tip toes she brought you both down a basement and put you inside a locker

"Wait!" you murmur in a panic evoiding her from closing the doors

"Look I know you are scared, you must be new, but just please you have do as i say and keep quiet!" she murmurs in hurry "I promise you are going to be safe, I won't abandon you, I won't let anything bad happen to you, I promise!"

She reasure you and before closing the doors before hiding away somewhere in the basement

After that your heart syaty beating like never before, making you breath with difficulty

The feeling was so similar

You cover your mouth when you hear the sound of wet food steps upstairs, afraid your desesparate breathing might blow the cover of both of you

The steps are light, like whoever was upstairs had the smallest feet in the world

Suddenly the steps stop for a moment before coming downstairs

Your visión got red for a moment and you took a deep breath while closing your eyes trying to relax your body the best you could accepting what was about to come

The familiar feeling of dreed

But just as soon as the threatening presente came It left allowing you to gasp for air

The place stood in a peaceful silence before the steps of your companion broke It

"Its ok you can come out now, she is gone" you hear your her say

As you come out you look upstairs

The stairs were drench with water, you reach out to touch It but other hand stops you

"Don't do that or she might come back" she says letting go of your hand slowly

As she said that the water started to disolve until there was none left

"You must be new, come with me ill teach you what you need to know"

She took you out the house to the shore where near by was a machine

"This is a cipher machine, we need to work on them as fast as posible to be able to leave this place" she started to work on the machine "come on give It a try

You touch the machine and to your surprise you knew what you were doing, It was like If you did It your whole life

"Great, just becareful this things are old and every once in a while a calibration will pop off and you will have to calibrate It back in place or else you could get electrocute you"

"What?!" You quickly get your hands away

"But don't worry" she giggles "its not that bad once you get use to It, what you must worry its that It will alart the hunter of your localization"

"Excuse me emm...whats your name?" you ask awkwardly

"Oh my name is Martha, Behamfil Martha, its a pleasure to mee you rookie!" she said offering her hand

I shake It

Her hand is strong and full of confidence

"Its a pleasure my name is Lucky...tho I feel it is wrong...but Miss Martha what is a hunter exactly?"

"A hunter is-"

The explication is cut short by a bloody scream that makes her fail a calibration

"Ugh damn It!" she curses

"Miss Martha!" Lucky jolts worried "are you ok?"

"Yes don't worry, like I said it's not that bad once you get use to It, but we have bigger concerns Lucky, finish this machine I have to go help others"

She says but you hold her arm

"Wait Miss Martha It could be dangerous" you said fears written all over your face

"I know Lucky but we can let our companions, they need us, you dont have to worry the machine is almost done just pop the cipher when you hear someone scream" she says with a confident smile before runing off

Just when the cipher was ready a bloody scream made you pop the cipher but It was usless after you see a chair fly away while someone screams making your skin crawl

You tried to run to the open door but a harpoon brushes your nose bearly missing right after your body is tackle to the ground as you feel as If you had fallen in the ocean

You look at your attacker

And see...

A woman a very beautiful woman

"What a beuty" you mumble outloud

The woman seems surprise and giggles at your prise before charging against you

She tackle you once again

But this time all the obsorve by your body force fully

You feel how It churls and turns inside your and for a moment you feel as If u havent drink water for days

To then feel a scorch feeling in your throat and puke put tons water

You cought violently trying to recover

This feeling

It was like drowning like If you just drown and risen back to life

The lady calls her harpoon back and the feeling of drowning comes back again

You feels as If your longs were filling with water slowly the feeling is so familiar, you don't even think in fighting it

You look at her once more but the same feeling comes again this time letting you in the floor

Too weak to move

You hear her come close and you weakly crawl away to a wooden area

Just as soon as she takes a hold of you she drops making your adrenalina quick in

"Lucky run!!" Martha screams

You do as she says, you run to the door with her beside you

The siren like woman hisses before charging again to you two

"Run Lucky! Run don't look behind you I got her!" Martha said

And so you do and soon cross the open door follow by the sound of a gun

But you keep runing and dont stop

#idv #identity v #Identityv #lucky guy #Martha Behamfil

[guideoftime]

▴ — @luzofstars ;; Sheik & Sky. i promised you i'd come back. Timeline: the Hero falls Era.

   Link failed. 

   It was a reality that was possible, Sheik knew that it was, and yet to have it happen was something else entirely. To watch the Hero fall, to watch him bleed to death, to see Princess Zelda have her life cut short–it had truly been far too much for Sheik to handle. The grief that wracked his body, the heartache that crushed at his chest, the pain that reverberated through him–it had nearly consumed him too. What hadn’t was the fact that Sky still wanted to get up, that he wanted to keep fighting, and Sheik knew that he couldn’t. 

   Ganondorf had all three pieces of the Triforce and there was only so much they could actually do about that. Only so much they could continue to fight for. The Triforce was far more powerful than the two of them and the Master Sword. If Sky could even pick it up and wield it again, the demon King could simply snap his fingers and take that away. So Sheik–he had to do what he thought was best. He had to save Sky. 

   The Master Sword felt so very heavy in his grip when he pried it from the Hero of Time’s chilling grip. Held to his chest he rushed for Sky, took the other’s arm and quickly yet awkwardly balanced the harp to warp them to the Temple of Time. It was like pulling teeth, like forcing the other to come with him rather than go back there. It felt like such a losing battle before he managed to get the badly wounded man over toward the Pedestal of Time. An airpotion is shoved into his lungs, followed closely by a red potion to wash it down and then Sheik left him at the base of the pedestal as walked over to stand in front of it. 

   The Master Sword was a ship in which one could sail upstream and downstream through time’s river. 

   To return Sky to his own time, before this one was entirely lost to them–he was relying on the Master Sword. On the bond it would have with Sky, on the hopes that it would want to protect its first Master. It was really all that he had left, the belief that the bond the Master Sword has with Sky is far more vital than anything else. That it still, despite everything, cherishes the man on the ground near him. So Sheik swings it around, holding the handle in the hilt of his hands, and slides his gaze over toward Sky. 

   “In my life there is nothing I am more certain of than my love for you. My role in this, being a Sheikah, all of it fails to compare in the confidence I feel over my adoration for you. And this, the ability I might have to protect you, is all I have left to offer. I do love you, Link.” 

   His gaze flickers back, looks to the pedestal, and he takes a breath. “Please, Fi.”

   The Master Sword is slotted into place and the Temple of Time is bathed in a brilliant shade of gold and white before the world falls very silent around him. Just Sheik and the now dormant Master Sword in a dying world. 

   The thing about the Triforce is, you only get one wish with it. That was the power it posses, you could have anything if you get the full use of it, or so the legend states. Your greatest desire given to you, in exchange for the work of collecting it? It’s difficult to understand and interpretations are based on the legend that you have. Ganondorf’s wish was–absolute power. Which, truthfully, he more or less hand even before he started hunting for the other pieces. So the world, other than growing darker with his power, doesn’t seem all that different. Sheik spends–so very long running and hiding, avoiding the hordes of monsters that were much more dense since the Hero of Time perished. 

   The first few days without Sky had been terrible, then as the years dragged on he managed to numb the feeling of loneliness and despair. Sheik thought of going to the Shadow Temple, but that sounded like a death sentence. Even the power of a sage wasn’t going to protect him now. He ran out of stealth suits and started making some of his own with the clothes that Sky left behind. 

   Seven more years he spent running, and he was getting so very tired. 

   Returning to the Master Sword had felt–like a weakness. Sheik learned to close the doors that separated the Master Sword’s sleeping place from the Temple of Time and that tends to buy him a few days, till he needs food and water. Right now though, he just needed a place to sleep and patch his wounds before the world once again called him back to it. He had been trying to fix a rip in his suit when the Master Sword began vibrating. The way he startled away from it had him tripping over his own feet, sending the Sheikah Warrior crashing to the ground at the base of the steps. A careful blink, a dagger held up defensively, 

   it was dropped the moment he spotted a green tunic.

   At first, he thinks he might have actually lost his mind, dehydrated at last, until those words tumble from Sky’s lips and Sheik feels immediately the tears that begin to run down his face. Tears of happiness, desperation, or just pain he isn’t entirely sure. A shake to his body that he tries to keep together, a sob that builds in his throat and is swallowed back down. He can’t, ever, let himself break as much as he wants to. 

   “You can’t be here.” He tries, and it sounds weak, but Sky wasn’t safe here. No one was. Not after what happened. 

#luzofstars #▴ — path / guide of time #long post cw #▴ — the eye of truth / asks.

[sturkillerbase]

It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

Part I

Summary: Din and his only love are reunited after so long. The Mandalorian gets nervous. Grogu is adorable. They share memories and reminisce about the time they first met.

Genre: Fluff, slow burn

Warnings: None

Words: 3.1K

A/N: This story happens after the events shown in The Book of Boba Fett. It also turned out longer than I had planned, so I moved some things that would be part of this chapter to a new one. In the end, I think it's better than my original plan. Comments are always welcome! Hope you enjoy!

Intro; Part II

Best in the Parsec

When the ship jumped off hyperspace and Din saw the little green farming planet, he felt warm inside. It felt like coming home. He’d come back to the planet several times in the past to visit you on a frequent basis. In fact, he’d never stay away longer than two weeks, always counting down the days to see you again. He felt young again, like he had traveled back in time.

“We’re here, Grogu”, he said with a smile in his voice.

He flew the ship towards your house, landing in between the trees in a nearby forest, like he used to do back then. The place didn’t seem to have changed much, apart from some new houses in the small town. Your house – a cozy cottage with an A-frame roof - was a few kilometers away from town, providing the privacy Din treasured so much. The tree by the building he helped you plant was now as high as the roof, its green leaves swinging with the gentle breeze. He jumped off the ship and helped Grogu down, carefully placing him on the floor. After closing the ship, he took a look around and breathed in deeply. He truly felt home. There was just one thing missing to make it all complete.

“Let’s go, kid.” Grogu picked up the pace to walk along his long-legged dad. Din didn’t realize he was walking faster and faster the closer he got to your place, until Grogu whined a few steps behind him. “I’m sorry, little buddy. I guess I’m more anxious to meet her again than I thought.” He said as he picked up and cradled Grogu in one hand, and the kid grabbed one of his fingers with its little fingers.

Din kept walking, and now he could see that the new shed near the house was probably your new work space, seeing as you stood in front of it talking to someone, who seemed to be a client explaining what was wrong with its farming vehicle. He slowed down, to give you time to finish talking to your client. He watched you from afar and once again started smiling to himself – even from far away, he could tell you looked just as sweet and caring as before, and just as beautiful. No! You looked even more beautiful. Was that even possible? You and the client shook hands and the person walked away. Din was lost in thought when sudden realization came to him and he came to a sudden halt. Grogu looked up at him and made a questioning noise.

He had to talk to you.

The Mandalorian hadn’t given it much thought until now (actually he didn’t give it any thought). What would he say? Did he even have anything to say? What if things went weird between you two after such a long time? Maker, did he even remember how to speak?

As he panicked, you saw him from where you were standing and grinned widely, waving at him. His panic intensified. You started walking towards the two of them and he could swear he was going to faint. Wait, were you running to him now? Better put the baby down before he accidentally dropped it in his panicked state.

He straightened his back and cleared his throat, trying to get a hold of himself. He extended his arm for a handshake as you approached, but you didn’t even pay attention to it, immediately launching yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight embrace and nearly dropping the man down.

“You came!” You said out loud “You really came!”

Din, although being caught off guard with that bear hug, started to come to his senses. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, afraid it was a dream. He thought you didn’t like him anymore. When you didn’t disappear like mist under his touch, he finally let himself live the moment. He hugged you tight, breathing in deeply and closing his eyes. This time he was afraid that if he’d let go, then you would disappear.

You stayed like that for a while. He still smelled the same, and being in his protective embrace made you feel like you never needed anything else. He felt like home to you more than the place you’d learned to love over the past ten years. Some would say that there was no way a cold armored embrace could be comforting and comfortable, but it was to you. It always had been when it came to Din Djarin.

“I missed you so much” you whispered this time.

“I missed you, too” he whispered back, and you noticed his voice was deeper, more mature now.

Slowly you let go of one another, not that any of you wanted to do so. You stood closely, hands still on each other, sharing a look, even if you couldn’t really see his eyes.

“How have you been?” you asked softly.

“Jumping from trouble to trouble, as always.” Both of you chuckled. “But I’m better now” he smiled under the mask and cupped your cheek with one hand. “How about you?”

“I’m better now, too.” You smiled fondly.

Grogu walked up to his dad and grabbed his boot, making a little sound, feeling left out. Both of you looked down, and you took a couple steps back to take a better look at the very tiny source of the sound.

“Oh! Hello there, little one!” You said, surprised. Greef Karga hadn’t mentioned the child was a different species.

Grogu looked at you, at his father, and then back at you. Din picked him up.

“Remember the lady from the hologram, Grogu? This is her: Y/N. Y/N, this is Grogu.” Din said, patiently.

“It’s nice to meet you, Grogu. That’s a cute name!” you smiled at him and gently caressed his head. He seemed to like it. Two butterflies passed between you and Grogu got distracted, wriggling in Din’s arms to be put down. As Din did so, he immediately started chasing the butterflies.

“Don’t go too far!” Din said, firm and loudly, but also worried. You chuckled; it was cute. Din sighed and then looked back at you.

“He’ll be fine.” You assured him. “I thought the child was yours. I mean, he is yours. But, well, you know.”

“Oh, no. No. He isn’t. I mean, he is. Mine. That is. But not like, my own. I don’t really know what he is. As in, you know, species. But he’s mine.” Din cleared his throat and looked away, nervous. He tried to scratch his head but forgot he was wearing a helmet, so he placed his hands on his hips… And then crossed his arms, as he switched his balance from one leg to another, embarrassed. You chuckled again and he would’ve felt even more embarrassed, if the sound didn’t soothe him. It had been so long… He chuckled along with you.

“He’s adorable!” You said “How did you end up with him?”

“Oh, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you. But first, is Karga still here?”

“No, he left that night. Just passing through.”

“Good.”

“Why? You don’t like him?” you suddenly got nervous. Have you done something you shouldn’t? Maybe you shouldn’t have contacted him.

“No, it’s not that. We’re friends. But he can bring trouble wherever he goes.”

“Oh, and you don’t?” You teased him, relieved.

“Hey!” He was about to say something else, but stopped midway when he heard a little giggle that he knew way too well. He looked at Grogu just in time to see the baby pick up a frog and put it in his mouth. “Hey! Grogu, no! No! We’ve talked about this.” He rushed to Grogu’s side “Spit it out! Spit it—” too late. The baby swallowed the frog, sucking its legs in like spaghetti. He laughed when he looked at a very disappointed Din standing in front of him. You were slightly disgusted, shock stopping you from thinking or doing anything else. Still, you mused:

“If the food you keep in the ship is as good as the one you used to buy back then, I understand why that baby is aching for something else.” Din looked at you, but before he could start another one of his it’s not easy to look for criminals and cook good food while in spacespeeches, you talked again. “Come on, let’s go inside. I’ll feed him something actually edible.”

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The rest of the afternoon and the evening went by quickly in their company. Your house filled with chatter and laughs. You and Din were comfortable together just like before. Grogu also provided a lot of entertainment. After dinner – which you ate facing different directions so you wouldn’t see Din’s face – you offered him and the baby fresh towels for a well-earned, hot shower. This is something Din missed about the Razor Crest.

When they got out of the bathroom, Grogu was already falling asleep. You tucked him in your bed, and went back downstairs. Din still had his full armor on.

“You know you don’t have to wear that here, right? We’re safe.” You said, softly.

He’s had to wear his armor for so long that he didn’t even realize there were moments, in safe places like this, that he could relax. His Mandalorian vows also stopped him from doing so. But this time, he chose to be comfortable. This planet was safe, peaceful, far away from all the trouble and mess that followed after wars, and free of thieves, dealers, and crime organizations. This being the reason he agreed on you choosing to build a home here. And the reason he knew he could leave and you would still be safe.

He felt weightless as he finished taking the beskar armor off, almost cold even, leaving only his helmet on.

You offered him a soft blanket as you sat outside on the veranda, watching the sky.

“So, tell me about how you lost the Crest. I’m surprised it lasted so long considering the state it was when you brought it in to me back then.”

Din chuckled. “It wouldn’t have lasted so long without your repairs, for sure. Remember that temporary repair with epoxy you did on that ceiling panel so it would stop falling on my head every time I closed the gun storage doors? It was still there.”

“No way! Din, I told you to get the proper sized rivets and have it welded as soon as you could because that epoxy wouldn’t hold it forever!”

You spent the rest of the night reminiscing the old memories you shared together, and more often than not you’d have your eyes wide and mouth open, not believing everything that the Razor Crest went through until it was blown up. You two talked easily, laughing and even crying-laughing with all the stories both of you had to tell. Your bond was as though you had never parted ways for so long.

“You always say I get into too much trouble, but let’s not forget about the day we met. You probably wouldn’t have got out of there without my help.” Din said, still recovering from a long, loud laugh.

“Oh, I totally had it covered. If you hadn’t shown up, I would still be totally fine.”

“That’s not how I remember it.” He said, placing his arms behind his head.

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It was twelve years ago…

You murmur a list to yourself as you walk fast around your hangar that also happened to be your house.

You pick stuff up quickly as you hear a ship landing in your hangar. Letting out a loud “ugh”, you make your way towards a box, near the opening ramp of the ship. A tall guy walks out, full armor and helmet on, clanking his boots on the metal floor until stepping on the concrete. A Mandalorian. He watches as you bend yourself almost entirely inside another huge box.

“I was told you’re the best mechanic in this parsec.” He says, after you don’t say anything.

“I cannot help you!” You say, still half inside the box. You nearly fall entirely in it before you can push yourself out. “I’m sorry.” You say and grab a bag from a nearby table.

“You don’t even know what it is.” The man says.

“It’ll take too long!” You shout from inside the building. “And right now, the time I have is very precious.”

“I can pay.”

“Save your credits.” You shove clothes inside the bag “Or go to the other mechanic in the next town. I don’t know.”

The Mandalorian sighs audibly, losing patience.

“I’m sure it’s pretty simple. I could do it. I just don’t have the tools.” He speaks.

You show up again, dropping the bag on the floor next to another one that had already been filled. Looking up at him, you start explaining your situation:

“I’ll try to make it simple: the local crazy heads have been bringing their speeders for me to fix several times, but never paid me. They brought those two in again last night” you point to the speeders “Promised they’d pay this time. When they came back to pick them up today, I asked through the door if they had my payment. They didn’t, of course. Dumb me then decided it was a good idea to tell them I wouldn’t be returning their damn speeders unless they brought me my credits. They got pissed. Threw things on the walls. Said they’d be back in two hours and I better have my doors open or else they’ll kill me or worse. That was thirty minutes ago. So: sorry, I can’t help you. I have to figure a way out before they come back.”

The Mandalorian sighed as you started looking for things again. He gave it a quick thought.

“How many are they?” He asked.

“Two. But they’re the leaders of a gang. They’ll probably bring the other four along.”

“I like those odds.”

“Sir,” you paused and looked him dead in the visor of his helmet “they’re devaronians.”

“Oh…” That made things more difficult. The Mandalorian tried to think of something else.

“Can your ship fly properly?” You asked, suddenly.

“It’s the right engine. I don’t think it’ll last until I reach another planet.”

It was your turn to sigh. The nearest planet was, indeed, far away. You gave it a second thought, hoping you wouldn’t regret your decision.

“If I fix your engine, free of charge, will you give me a ride?” You asked.

“Alright. I do have other things inside the ship that need fixing. How does that sound?”

“Great!”

“Where do you need me to drop you?” He asked, hoping it wasn’t too far. Driving people to places wasn’t really his line of work. Although… You were cute.

“Where are you headed?”

“Nevarro.”

“Nevarro it is then.” You said as you grabbed a flashlight and made your way to pick up the ladder, so you could reach the engine. After taking a look, you spoke again “I know what the problem in your engine is…” you descended the ladder to grab the tools you needed “It shouldn’t take too long, but do me a favor and keep an eye open for the devaronians. Or let me know if you hear anything.”

Mando didn’t like to be told what to do, but he nodded anyway.

“You know what? Since I’ll actually be able to take more stuff with me, and that’ll have more work inside, why don’t you bring those boxes onboard the ship?” You pointed to the boxes with a screwdriver in your hand. “Thanks!”

As you fixed the engine, you kept telling the man to grab more stuff and place them in a box so you could take them with you. If you were running away, at least you could offer your work on whatever planet you were going to land. You could tell the Mandalorian hated it every time you asked for something new to be brought inside. But hey, you were gonna work for him for free, and you didn’t even ask for him to change course, wherever Nevarro was. So you figured it was just fair.

A full hour passed until you finished fixing the engine. He was right, it wasn’t very hard, it just needed the right tools. You take one last look around, checking if you hadn’t forgotten anything. This wasn’t how you planned to leave this place. Taking one last glance and a deep breath, you made your way towards the inside of the ship.

“What about their speeders?” The Mandalorian asked.

“What about them?”

“You’re just gonna leave them here for the devaronians to take? After you’ve already fixed them?” You understood what he meant. But you were scared to get into even more trouble with the gang. Not that they had a space ship and would actually hunt you down. But still.

“They don’t fit inside the ship.” You said.

“They don’t. But I can tow them.”

You raised an eyebrow and smiled at him.

“You can sell them and take it as your payment from the other times they didn’t pay you. Partially at least.” He said and headed towards his gear so he could attach the two speeders to his ship. Whoever this guy was, you were beginning to like him. Maybe he didn’t hate you that much either, even after having to follow your commands for an hour.

You helped him out, bringing the speeders closer. At least this was quick to do. A snap here and there and it was done.

“Alright. We’re good to go.”

His words couldn’t have come in better timing. Just as he spoke, you heard several speeders approach outside, and soon there was loud banging on the metal door of your hangar.

“TIME’S UP, PRINCESS!” One of the devaronians shouted. You panicked, swallowing thick, and feeling disgusted by the nickname. “OPEN UP OR WE WILL!”

The Mandalorian hushed you inside the ship, coming in right after you and closing the ramp. You followed him to the cockpit and soon heard the gang trying to knock down your door. You watched through the glass. Just how many buttons and switches did this ship need pressed before taking off?

The door busted open. You’d call out the Mandalorian’s name, but you didn’t know it. Finally, the engines turned on.

“Hold on!” He said as he gave you no time to hold on and lifted off the fastest he could.

The ship took off. You fell to the floor. You heard muffled devaronian complaints. The speeders bumped into each other as the Crest ascended rapidly. Something metallic fell off just outside the cockpit door – the ship definitely needed fixing.

And that is the story of how you ran away with the Mandalorian and two stolen speeders, leaving six very angry devaronians behind.

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[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader 

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands 

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better 

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor 

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever 

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal 

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh 

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head 

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard  

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing 

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it 

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager 

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking 

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3 

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public  

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy 

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there 

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie 

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain 

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite 

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does) 

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart 

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute 

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage 

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS 

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough 

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands 

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while 

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis 

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie 

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary 

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land 

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,) 

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored 

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea 

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn 

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself 

miss girl is an AMAZING cook 

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all 

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out 

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest 

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical 

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to 

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks 

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue 

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES 

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you 

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something 

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for 

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on 

this man,,, THIS MAN 

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful 

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him 

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse 

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″ 

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him? 

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest 

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute 

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg 

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together 

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck 

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him 

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day 

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3 

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!! 

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met 

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

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[witch-hazels-musings]

i dunno if requests are still open but if they are, could i request this? if not, feel free to delete! but in case they are open here's the request: jean, beidou, and ganyu reacting to accidentally hurting their s/o? it could be anything from simple slap in the face while turning around or hurting them with their vision/weapon :]

Accidents 

(ouchie -- having them accidentally hurt the reader T.T -- they didn’t mean too!) 

Warning -> SFW, accidental injury (Character -> Reader)(face injury (Jean)), (meantions of cuts to face / arms (Ganyu)), (hit by rope (Beidou))

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Beidou, Jean, Ganyu 

Beidou

She takes pride in keeping everyone on her crew safe, no matter the danger - on sea or land, she will fight and guard each person in her charge -- you are no exception and in fact, you are probably the one she fights the hardest for. The thought of seeing you hurt doesn’t sit well with her and, if she can control it, she’d never let it happen 

How could she have known that she’d be the one to cause you discomfort -- that she’d end up allowing you to get hurt because she let something slip through her fingers … pride was a strong emotion, but guilt could send a pirate to the bottom of the ocean 

The weather had made a sudden turn for the worst. Dark clouds rolled overhead as the crew furled the sales to protect them from the downpour that was bound to arrive any second now. 

“Captain!” Beidou’s attention shifted to the crow's nest, her scout pointing violently toward a massive cumulus cloud in the distance. She knew it was bound to smash right them if they maintained this heading, so in an effort to avoid it, she ran toward the bow barking orders. 

“Tack to starboard! Finnick,” She turned to point at the several crew waiting on the foredeck, “raise the spinnaker, now.” They quickly bustled to their jobs while she found herself at the head of the boat. Her arms crossed as she oversaw the work of her crew; great pride swelling in her chest to see how organized they were even without her voice like a well-oiled machine everyone did their part.

As the creaking boat turned, heading parallel now to the storm, Beidou hoped that it would stay on its heading so the Crux wouldn’t have to bear the brunt of its onslaught. It was now a waiting game, but if she knew anything about the ocean - it would be a win for her today. 

Just then, a rope tying one of the many large sails snapped. Its reaction was like a domino effect and soon all hands were rushing to stop a potentially catastrophic outcome. Leaping over the railing, she landed hard onto the deck below, her feet finding solid ground long enough for her to push forward and, before the other crew had a chance to react, she was already climbing the mainmast as if it were a simple tree. It took her no time at all to reach the issue but the strong winds continued to whip around the ropes below her and by the time she managed to capture them - her eyes fell onto your frame. 

In terrible slow motion, she watched as you reached for the rope only to have it collide into your chest and knock you back into another crew member. Her heart sank, her arms burned, her determination steadfast as she made quick work of the problem before dropping back down to you. 

“Are you alright?” Someone called, their hands reaching to you as if to offer some assistance but Beidou knocked them away. Orders were told, tasks were assigned, and before you could object, she carried you into her quarters. 

When the door closed and she sat you on her bed, you could already tell how upset she was. “Beidou -- it was an accident, I didn’t have good footing and …” She uncrossed your arms, you didn’t even realize that you were holding onto your chest. Carefully peeling back your tunic, she noticed the welt that was starting to grow in the area below your collarbone. With a huff, she walked away before returning with a cloth. “You’re being silly, it’s not that ba-AD!” You shouted, the cold material shocking you as it came into contact with your burning injury. 

“This could have been much worse. You’re lucky it only bruised the surface.” Sitting next to you, she rested her knee near your lower back, and the warmth of her leg as she moved close to you somehow offset the ice on your chest. 

“I’m just upset I didn’t grab it, it was right there and then … ah - that’s sore.” She tested your shoulder, pushing against it with her palm and shaking her head at the notion that you were going to have a painful recovery. 

“You are a member of this crew and I have sworn an oath to protect you, but …” Her head dropped and she found it hard to continue. 'How could I let this happen' was written all over her expression. 

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. You’re an excellent captain.” 

“A captain keeps her ship on course, its belly full, and its crew happy. How can I do that when my happiness is your wellbeing?” Her fingers ran over your ear, slipping in between the locks of your hair as if to show you how much she cherished you. Carefully, she leaned toward you, her lips connecting softly onto your shoulder as they trailed a path to your injury and even in the numbness of it you were still able to feel the heat from her love. “If you are ever out of your depth, allow me to be your lifeline.” 

“Of course, as long as you trust me to know when I'm there.” 

“Within reason.” As the boat rocked on the sea and the sky rumbled far into the distance, you captured the steady heart of the captain.  

Jean 

Jean would never intentionally harm you, the thought of putting someone innocent in danger makes her sick - as the acting Grandmaster she has a sworn duty to protect everyone around her from those who would do them harm 

So when she's the one who caused your injury, she's beside herself with regret 

She stood in her office, her back to the door as she let her mind wander on all the things that needed to be done. It was never-ending, and while she was always fulfilled by the products of her work, she often pushed herself so far that her body and mind became clouded. 

Today was one of those days. The work, planning, problem-solving was weighing on her. There is never enough time, she thought to herself as she rested her head in her hand and squeezed tighter around her rib cage. She was distracted, so exhausted that her ears felt blocked, her body swayed even though she knew she wasn't moving, and her head throbbed. 

"Jean ..." What needed to be done first, she pinched her nose and through harder. "Jean?" She sighed and attempted to stop the voices in her head. 

"Jean, hey?" A hand touched her arm and in her daze, she turned suddenly. Her hand was further from her face than she expected and with a solid smack, she hit something. 

"Ah!" Your startled voice shook her back to understanding, your expression and hand now covering your face sent her heart in the pit of her stomach. 

"Y/N? I'm so sorry ..." She rested her hand on your arm and shakily reached for your face, her fingers tenderly touching the ones that hid you from her pained eyes. "I didn't -- are you badly hurt?" 

"Ouch, you got me really good." You explained, scrunching and circling your nose but allowing her to take your hand. 

"My mind was elsewhere, I am ... I'm sorry." She ran her hands over your face, the warm feeling of wind slipping from her fingers and soon your expression eased. 

"Thanks, It was an accident, don't worry." 

"An accident like this should have never occurred, it is unbecoming of me to allow myself to falter." She stepped away from you, afraid that any prolonged contact would make it worse.

"Jean, you're allowed to make mistakes, and look - I'm fine, see." You grinned proudly but she couldn't let it go. 

"I need to make amends." 

"Mmm, well then, I have an idea." 

"What is it?" She looked at you hopeful, her eyes watching you as you stepped closer. 

"I'll take a kiss as an apology." You tapped the side of your cheek and presented it to her. 

With hesitating hands, she rested her fingers on the other side of your cheek and let her lips touch the skin she hurt, "I will be more observant in the future." 

You turned your head, your face so close you could feel her breath, "I don't see how that's possible, but if it means I get to have more of your attention, I'll be okay with that." 

You kissed her and wondered if she was able to heal through her lips. 

Ganyu 

The absolute sweetest soul in all of Teyvat. She cares deeply for all things, works hard to get the job done, and is dedicated in her actions - it's one reason why her contract with Rex Lapis was drafted; she is the epitome of ____ 

She would never maliciously hurt those around her and often puts herself in harm's way to keep others safe

To her, causing harm to someone she adores, loves, cherishes would be as severe as breaking her contract 

The two of you ran through the field, your legs burning as you dashed across the landscape and away from your persistent pursuers. 

"Ganyu! Up ahead!" You shouted, pointing to the higher ground and dashing in that direction. She followed, keeping an eye out on the enemies behind. To buy some time, she laid down her tantalizing cryo flower before picking up her pace to reach you. 

"From here we can handle them more easily, just be ready." She nodded her head and pulled back her bow, ready to strike. 

The fight was far more doable in this arena, each enemy falling one after another as the two of you fought in perfect sync. Charging her shot, she saw the ideal opportunity to hit multiple targets at once, but as soon as her arrow flew so did you. 

"Y/N!" She shouted but you were too far away and, as soon as you reached them, prepping your sword for a swing, the arrow exploded hitting everything in its path. You yelled, sliding on the ground only to slam hard into the dusty surface. In an instant, everything that Ganyu was, and wasn't, aiming for fell. 

Rushing forward, she reached you and quickly assessed your condition. Her hands hovering, her eyes scanning only to find the damage she had caused. Several small cuts appeared on your face, your arms were equally damaged and the despair that filled her was so great she prostrated herself before you. Her head resting on your hips as she bowed deeply. 

"Ga-Ganyu? What are you doing?" You asked, setting your sword to the side as you looked down at her. 

"I hurt you, please forgive me." You tried to pull her up but she shook her head and dug in deeper into her display. 

"It was an accident, I wasn't looking and that was a good shot. I'm not hurt." 

"You are!" She shot up, her eyes looking at the marks that she had created on your skin. "It was my fault that you have -- if-if they leave a scar ... I ..." She shook her head, unable to finish her thought. 

"Ganyu ... they won't leave a scar, and even if they did, don't you think I'd look super cool?" You smiled but she hated it. 

"It's not acceptable ... if you'd like to d-dismantle our contract, I understa-" 

You wrapped your arms around her, squeezing tightly as you spoke. "I don't want that, I'd never want that. I need you, please don't ever think I'd be okay if you weren't at my side." After a moment, she returned the gesture and you felt the pressure of her nose dig into your neck. When she finally pulled away, you let your hands slide down her arms and rest into her delicate hands.

"I'll just have to practice harder." She nodded fiercely as she helped you stand up. 

"If you insist." You laughed, thinking to yourself when she would ever find the time to do that. 

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