#they notice and think oh no this user again ugh

[somberrock]

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇 𝟏

chapter 1 — strained relationships.

[fic info here]

You watched with bright, hopeful eyes as the Player began to choose their party members. When it came to the second slot, their brows furrowed in contemplation briefly before they selected you.

You let out a joyful exclamation, pleased that you were going to be used.

You must’ve been blessed with an extraordinary Player— you had only released five minutes ago and they had already managed to obtain you, a five star character! It was praiseworthy.

“Ah? You must be Y/N?” A cool, masculine voice called out to you, causing you to glance to your right, eyes landing on a certain blue-haired male.

Your eyes lit up with recognition— you had heard a lot about him. Wasn’t he the Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius? What was his name, again? Kayden… Karen… Kai… oh, Kaeya—! That’s his name.

You beamed, nodding, “Yep, that’s me! And you must be the famous Kaeya. It’s wonderful to meet you,” you say.

The blue-haired male chuckled, seeming to be amused by your choice of words. “Famous? I’m not so sure about that,” he remarked. You opened your mouth to reply, only for a voice to interrupt you.

“I agree. He’s more infamous for seducing the hardworking citizens of Mondstadt.”

You glanced to your right to see a red-haired male glaring daggers at Kaeya, arms folded across his chest. Oh, another person you recognized! Your Player really was impressive.

“Me?” Kaeya arched a brow, “I’m not sure about that. How about you, my dear brother? Somehow, you managed to get Donna to fall for both of your identities. Now isn’t that a feat?”

The pyro user narrowed his eyes at his brother. “I believe in numbers, Kaeya, and I think you have quite the record.”

Upon seeing the rising tension between the two brothers, you quickly interjected, not wanting a fight to start up, especially since you were sandwiched right in the middle of them both. Ugh, your ears wouldn’t be able to take it.

You leaned a little closer to Diluc, giving him a quick wave paired with a cheeky smile, “Hi there,” you chirp, “You must be Diluc! I’m Y/N, the newest playable character.”

Diluc finally noticed you, blinking once before returning your greeting. “I apologize for that,” he murmured, “That must’ve not been a very good first impression of me.”

You merely smiled, “Oh, no worries, I understand. Siblings can be quite infuriating something,” you laughed.

Just as those words left your lips, another character was added into the party, taking up the last slot. Your eyes widened upon seeing who it was.

“Childe!” You exclaimed gleefully the same time Diluc exclaimed, “The Fatui?!”

You stopped, happy expression faltering as you glanced over at Diluc, who looked at you with a shocked expression on his face. You knew exactly what he was thinking— you know this guy?

“Oh— oh, don’t worry, he’s trustworthy,” you say quickly. Well, not really, but he wouldn’t kill you… probably.

Being stuck in the development stages for months gave you quite a lot of time to observe characters, and you knew that Childe wasn’t heartless. Terrifying at times, yes, but not heartless. His love for his family really showed that.

The ginger returned your grin with one of his own, not fazed in the slightest by a new face.

“Hey there!” He greeted, beaming, “Y/N L/N, right? I’ve heard plenty about you, and it seems like you’ve heard a lot about me, too.”

You nodded rapidly, “Well, yeah!” Your smile turned into a bit of a smirk, “You’re Zhongli’s sugar daddy.”

Silence.

Then, Childe burst out in laughter, doubling over. “I-is that what they’re calling me, now?” He snorted, “Y’know, you’d think that with my three names, they’d settle for at least one of them, but no.”

You quickly glanced over at both of the males standing next to you. Kaeya looked mildly amused while Diluc… not so much. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he pieced things together.

You then glanced back at Childe, “Well, I mean— it’s not necessarily a bad nickname?? I mean, you’re getting more attention.”

The ginger nodded, “True, true. I guess you can’t ask for much else, huh?” He wiped a tear away, “Well, it’s great to meet you, Y/N.” His eyes glimmered with mirth, “I have a feeling we’ll get along excellently.”

Did Childe just say that to me?! Your mind screamed, I just got acquainted with someone rich as hell!

Technically, he was a criminal, too, but we weren’t going to talk about that.

You swallowed down the urge to jump around and cheer, thinking up something to say to hopefully continue the conversation. The Player, however, then opened up the character screen, switching to your character, and began to level you up.

Once you were up to level eighty, the Player exited the screen and began to grind a certain domain over and over again, seeming to be trying to get a certain artifact. This was what you did for the next week or two, over and over again.

You understood the pain of being a main, now.

Of course, it was enjoyable, but was definitely tiring. You notified that every time you did a domain, by the end of it, you were completely out of breath, while the three males seemed completely fine.

Luckily, on the fifteenth day, the Player finally managed to get the artifact set they were grinding for. Any longer and you swore your soul would’ve left your body.

They then teleported to a statue— the one near the big tree in Mondstadt— and logged off.

“Whoa!” Childe exclaimed, “It is windy here—!”

“That’s why it’s called Windrise,” you shout at him, hoping he could hear you over the whipping winds, which seemed to be strangely violent today, “And Mondstadt is under the control of the Anemo Archon— what did you expect?”

“True,” he admitted, “Can we get out of here, though? Going to Angel’s Share would be much better than sitting here for the next few days, straining our voice.”

Kaeya jumped on the opportunity, “I agree, don’t you think so, brother?”

The redhead glared at the cryo user before eventually caving when you pointed out that he had been away from work for a whole two weeks. Yep, you knew his weak spot— he was a workaholic.

Soon enough, the four of you were in the tavern— Diluc behind the counter, Kaeya and you sitting at the bar, and Childe… somewhere, probably blackmailing someone.

“Ah, this is much better,” the cryo user hummed, twirling a glass full of wine with his nimble fingers, “It’s been a while since I’ve had a glass of wine.”

You sipped at your own drink, “Really? I’m surprised.”

“Hm?” The blue-haired male raised an eyebrow, “How come?”

“Wine is your favorite drink,” you reply, “And from what I’ve heard, you indulge yourself in it often.”

Kaeya chuckled briefly. “Whoever is telling you this is making me sound like an alcoholic.”

You laughed along with him, “But isn’t that what you are?” You joked.

“What? Of course not,” he said, feigning an overly dramatic innocent expression before immediately dropping it, “You’re beginning to sound like Diluc, you know.”

You paused very briefly, unsure of how to reposed to that. Was that good or bad? You knew that his relationship with the redhead was very strained, and so the last thing you wanted to do was to accidentally strike a nerve.

Kaeya seemed to understand what you were thinking, because he smiled and added, “I’m joking. You looked so serious just now,” he chuckled.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts, “I… did?”

The blue-haired male nodded. “Mhm hm. I didn’t even know you could make that expression.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment, “Oh, well, uh—“ you were cut off by Diluc’s voice, causing you to glance over at the redhead.

“We should get going now,” he advised, “The Player said they were only taking a short break.”

You nodded, getting up, “Alright.” You glanced around the tavern before your lips dropped into a frown, face visibly paling, “Hey, uh… where’s Childe?”

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#genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #childe #tartaglia #ajax

[sangoqueenkoko]

beautiful day to you, i come here with a writing request if you so wish to take on it :] i was thinking about kaeya training a recent-vision-user reader to be part of the knights of favonius but they have an inexplicable rivalry, cue annoying kaeya making smug remarks about being reader's boss despite the fact that reader could probably beat him up with enough training. ( also if you're okay writing gendered readers, i think male reader could be very neat ^_^ ) ty !

Ouuuuuu great idea, and good evening/morning/day/afternoon to you! And I have no problem with gendered readers :D

Hope you like it, I’m a little rusty after motivation block.

:)

KAEYA

oh, ho, this should be interesting

Fluff, or something like that

MAIN MASTERLIST | CRYO MASTERLIST

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Summary: So you recently got a vision! Hooray! But... Kaeya, the reader's boss, teaches you how to use the newly founded power for your Knights of Favonius training. Snarky remarks ensue.

Warnings? Male reader! (L/N) - Last Name. He may be OOC, but I don't use him enough to know what he's like. apologise.

[here is the information I used about vision personalities!]

Contains a mention of Jean, and Kaeya of course!

I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. mental slump and no motivation 🙃 And it is shorter than I had originally planned for it to be. again.

SO SORRY.

You got your vision! Yippee!

And the gods have granted you a vision of Pyro!

Fire personalities are the most passionate people you could find, they do every single thing with huge amounts of willpower, energy, and love, amongst other things. They are very optimistic and will usually see the good side of things. Pyro vision holders are most extroverted, but they dislike being alone. They are very VERY easy to read as well, in contrast to Cryo for instance. Opposites attract.

Such as Kaeya, whom since you gaining your vision, promised to teach you how to use it. But him being your boss.. he sort of has to help.

They share being hard to read, with electro and hydro. Why? Because many of them are pretty much immune to emotions, being unaffected by them, or totally ignorant of what they are, and so on.

Ahem!

“Okay, so you finally got your vision. Hope it’s what you wanted” Kaeya smirked as you both walked out of the city gates to start training. Because neither of you would want to damage anything in the city. You’ll have to withstand Jean’s wrath.

“Pyro, right? It matches that fiery attitude of yours”

“Uh-huh sure” you mused, “at least I can melt your hatred with my desires. I can’t believe Jean made you train me.”

He walked in front of you, and stood still, stopping you from walking. You looked up at him. There was a notable height difference between you both. He lifted your chin up with his index finger, a cocky smirk on his face, “now listen here, Mister (L/N), we’re out here to train, not give each other snide remarks, got it?”

You only hummed in reaponse, “got it?” He repeated.

“Yeah, I gue-” he cut you off with a clearing of the throat, you knew what that meant, “yes, Captain Kaeya.”

Kaeya chose your training for today to be in Starfell Valley, seeing as it has different types of terrains to work on, and you wanted to show him what you can really do, without his speculation clouding reality. You have a vision of Pyro after all, you like to be active in fights and show people what you can really do.

Time to shine.

Your first experience with fighting with Kaeya felt like a warm-up, but to you, it also felt... childish. No adrenaline pumping, no nearly losing breath while running after the target, and no obstacle avoidance. Just.. some light touches. And this went on for a little while, which you didn't like.

"Ugh!" you sighed, "This is so haphazard! Please Kaeya, can we do something that's more entertaining? Like, I don't know, actual training?" You hated standing still, not being able to burn some energy. You always noticed when you're around Kaeya that he likes to be slow and take his time, and you assumed that he did this just to annoy you. And it did annoy you.

"Oh-ho" Kaeya mused with a light chuckle as he strode to your side, it was like he teleported to your side, you didn't realise straight away that he was so close to you because you may or may not have been mindlessly gazing at him, "dearest (Y/N), does one not realise that good things come to those that wait? Trust me when I say I know what I am doing, and you will get there eventually."

You grumbled to yourself before saying confidently, "I bet with enough training, I could easily beat you up. Maybe even to a pulp!"

He lightly scoffed at the thought, "Oh-ho, this should be interesting. Dearest (Y/N), I would love to see you try."

Let's just say you did manage to get to the point where you could easily fight him and beat him a few times, and when Jean came to review how the training was going, she picked up on the sly remarks between the both of you. Even a certain type of tension.

And that also went on for such a while longer.

...

Jean eventually had to split you both up for a while so you could calm down and cool off.

#ask reply #female reader #Genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya x you #kaeya headcanons #genshin impact x reader

[thewriterowl]

Miss Owl, I just want to say thank you for consistently writing dinluke fics for almost two years! Your updates makes me anticipate weekends more than ever, but also, you make me want to write again!

I have questions about writing though. If you're comfortable in sharing it, what keeps you motivated to write and how do you maintain it? I used to like writing but due to poor receptions and sales, I find myself not liking it anymore.. I still love the feeling of having written something but I don't enjoy the process and I am so scared of not having anyone/readers bounce back the energy and enthusiasm I put into my writing. I wonder if you have experienced something akin to that?

In context of star wars (especially dinluke), I have so many ideas of stories I want to share but not only am I afraid of poor receptions, I am also anxious about my English skill since I am non-native user. I noticed that the majority sw fics in ao3 or tumblr are written by native English speakers, as opposed to, say, in my previous anime fandoms where I found more non-native writers. I have been wanting to write dinluke stories for about a year now but these thoughts kept stopping me DX

I'm sorry for this long incoherent ask. Thank you again for being such an awesome writer and blog owner!

Oh thank you so very much! This is such a kind thing to say and i really, really appreciate you reaching out to talk about this. That is always one of the biggest compliments to get, honestly, is hearing someone wants to take up their fun and passion of writing again.

And I am more than happy to answer these for you!

So, one thing to remember, that is sometimes hard to not fall into a trap of: this is not professional. You owe no one anything. Fanfiction is for yourself first and foremost. If you always keep that in mind, you will find yourself more happy than not when you write.

Think of fanfiction as training. You go to the gym or play a sport for yourself and your own passion and health first. This is you on a treadmill or lifting weights or doing some fun kickboxing class only in writing form.

Maybe it will turn into something more? I mean, it's something I hope for myself personally, but I can't be so focused on it becoming a career that I forget my love of it either. And that can be hard too.

And the feel of this sort of need for recognition--a hope for reviews and praise and followers...ugh, it's haunting. I worry about it every day. My anxious brain counts and compares reviews of each chapter. I was panicked when one chapter of Blooms had 50 and another had 12. Or how I look at Hope and go "it's so close to 1k but it's not there..." and keep going over everything that's wrong and messy about the fic and thinking I need to focus on editing it asap.I kept focusing on what I was doing wrong, second guessing myself, terrified that people hate these things despite being told otherwise.

Back when I was BlackBelt on fanfiction.net, there were many times i did not get great reception. It took me years of continuous writing to get a following. But i just loved the bit I contributed and how it helped me navigate the site and find more people to read and follow, that it was worth it. Even when things flopped...or when real people found my embarrassing non-subtle self-insertion OC fic.

Try not to focus on the numbers. It is SO difficult to do. I really understand that because it never seems good enough in your brain no matter what you see.

But, if you write what you want--write what you love, people will come. Dinluke is a great, big community...but it's not massive. Many people have read everything that has been produced. Many are looking for more. Adding to that particular number IS good. Making more content for the fans to have the option of reading IS great.

I was terrified of writing and publishing Little Bird because I knew this was a new couple and Dark content in something with so little available may not be well received...and it wasn't on every level. I got a lot of push-back. I got a bit of hate. i know people have talked very poor of me and there have been rumors spread because I love dark content with Din as the Dark character and not Luke.

It wasn't fun at all. But, other people loved it. There was so much positivity with it too. it inspired other people to dabble in it. it got people to also write the opposite so more was written for the community as a whole. That is a great thing.

Yes, you may get some push back or you may not get the numbers you want and I am the first to tell you; IT. SUCKS. But the feeling of people like you reaching out, excited, wanting to talk and read this content really outweighs it.

And you are doing amazing. You need to remember, and tell yourself, you are speaking a English as a second language. Do you understand how amazing and impressive you are for that? English is a psycho language--anyone who learns it is amazing. I can't ease your anxiety, but I will tell you that it should never be something you should keep to yourself because you are amazing for it!

And again, if you think of fanfiction as training--this would just be you also exploring your strength with this other language. It's you opening up the community even more. And I mean...my stuff honestly is a disaster XD I'm a native english speaker and whoo-boy do I have some misspellings and awkward sentences sprinkled in massive quantities throughout my stuff. English speakers will flop at English. Trust me, you're good!

Also, there is a chance that you will get this same message that you sent to me from someone who is thanking you for posting your work because it is getting them inspired to do the same.

I do this cause it is fun, I love writing, i enjoy exploring dark concepts in a safe space and making friends from it. I swear, because of taking the plunge and doing some scary things like putting these stories out there, I have met some of my best friends.

it isn't easy--but i do think it is for sure worth the fun and adventure of it!

#owl inbox #dinluke #writing

[my-own-au-my-way]

Chat room Chaos the Rise way this is before Luna and Lilly dated:

~•Rise Chat room has started•~

Welcome users:

Bootyyyshaker9000

RedRover

LilOrange

BlueLightning

LillyPad

Moonflower

RatDad

~•~

Bootyyyshaker9000: Sorry what?...It is 3am and I need sleep-...or not. I need to do some adjustments to my BattleShell again.

LilOrange: Oh no you don't! Sleep now! Says Dr Delicate Touch!

Bootyyyshaker9000: Gasp it is the Dr Delicate Touch in text mode. I feel so afraid-NOT!.

MoonFlower: Here I thought my insomnia was bad.😅.

BlueLightning: Nah thats Don's Job...and mine.👀

LillyPad: Wait I noticed the user RadDad...am I going nuts or is that your Dad Mikey?.

LilOrange: Oh thats Pops alright...wait...POPS? YOU ACTUALLY JOINED?!.

RatDad: You know it, however Purple I think it is time you go sleep. You know why I am reminding you now.

Bootyyyshaker9000: Groan...okay fine I shall go sleep. Fare thee well my brethren for I am finally letting sleep overtake me.

BlueLightning: Oh you not sleeping I can see it.

Bootyyyshaker900:Yeah no Im not. Good luck getting me to sleep!.

LilOrange: Well Pops is on his way to your room Dee.

RedRover: Its way too early for this, everyone should be asleep...including you Luna.

MoonFlower: Eek! Nope! Im not here! Ignore me!

LilOrange: I believe this is the time for Dr Delicate touch. I shall see you all after I deal with Donnie.

LillyPad: Boy he scares me sometimes...I love him though. I DID NOT JUST CONFESS MY FEELINGS!

BlueLightning: Im sorry I was busy laughing so hard I fell off my bed, YOU Lilly Love Mickey??. Thats adorable!. Also Raph just dragged Luna to bed with him. I might be dead thanks to Raph later as I took photo of him and Luna together.

RatDad: Send that photo. I shall add it to the family album...and maybe for a lil bit of blackmail.

BlueLightning: Pops we know you want it for blackmail too.

RatDad: Drats, Im found out. Ugh fine just the family album. Anyways Im off to get some sleep. See you all in the morning!.

~•Chat has ended•~

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[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Fanfic Writer Interview

I was tagged by the lovely @suzy-queued @imikhailotakeyouian @energievie

I haven't had a chance til now to do it but I'm here for it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 124

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,038,187

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Oh shit I just saw that these hit over 400 and I wanna cry!

Cuts and Confessions with 415 kudos

The Marks We Share Upon Our Skin with 409 kudos

Knight In A Shining Youber with 400 kudos

Mark My Skin I'm Falling In with 385 kudos

Still Magical with 345 kudos

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! When people comment on my work, it makes me so very happy, and validated that there are other people that enjoy what I write. Makes me feel like I'm not just shouting into the void, and especially when someone leaves me a long comment about like how the fic made them feel, or what they noticed I took from the media the fic is based on, or even how it helped them with something, I've genuinely cried at a few comments. Even if someone takes the time to just leave an emoji or a keysmash I want to acknowledge that they took the time to read and comment.

There's only been one or two comments that I haven't replied to and it's because they were mean and rude as fuck. I didn't want to waste the energy with that user so I just deleted the comments.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm, it's a toss up. Generally I write happy endings because angst makes me sad. I've done several dealing with depression and mental illness and they are kinda angsty, but the ones that I've written that made me physically ache were Blackbird and Time to Yank The Skeletons Out

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Happiest ending... that ones hard too because the majority have happy endings. I wanna say Soulmate Shellgame it gave me the giddy feelings when I finished writing it.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I write more AUs than crossovers, I can't think of any.

Heaven's Light Hell's Fire it's a Good Omens/Hunchback of Notre Dame with a dash of GoT crossover with the settings of HoND and characters of Good Omens.

Aziraphale is an apprentice/deacon and has been transferred from Tadfield to Notre Dame in Paris. Crowley lives in the bell tower, hidden away from the world. A skin disease called greyscale has turned his skin thick grey and black and scale-like. He is the bellringer for the cathedral.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yup, all the hate I've gotten on fics were the same troll that was also doing the same to other writers. After I found that out I just started deleting them.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes.

The smutty kind.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a full fledged fic, I'll drabble back and forth with @witchboywitchboywitchboy and @flamingbluepanda sometimes.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gallavich with Shameless, hands down. They have just been through EVERYTHING together and always weather the storm. Finding one another again and again after they're forced apart again and again. They're dedicated and crazy about one another, and ten years together they still have a fire that can't be dampened down. I want to say that's the first ship I've seen/watched enough that show a looooong stretch with one another and they learn and grow together on being better people as individuals and as a couple.

Aziracrow with Good Omens is what got me into writing and reading fanfic as well as what got me on tumblr, so they always have a spot in my hear too.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

UGH there's one I just left in my Good Omens stint once I started watching Shameless.

Heaven's Light Hell's Fire it's a Good Omens/Hunchback of Notre Dame crossover (AH I knew I had written one!)

I think about it all the time and I do have an ending for it, I just haven't gotten off the Gallavich train long enough to write it out. I want to do a filler chapter with like the bare bones of "xyz happens so you aren't left wondering what happens, but also I haven't written it yet"

I want to go back to it, but don't know if I will.

There's also Big Top Beloveds which I don't have an ending for, it was just an idea that wouldn't get the fuck out of my head. I might pick it up again sometime, but for now it was just getting it out.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I have endless ideas on what to write, My Gallavich fic note has... a shitton of bullets and blurbs. Same for my Eddie Munson/Stranger Things note.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to write several short sentences ending in periods instead of continuing it with a comma. It drives me nuts.

I also feel like my words are diluted in how I want them to come across. I want the reader to have this

going on in their minds when they read what I write. But I feel like I come off more of

Like I'm only partially there with what I want to convay.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm always afraid I'm going to fuck something up. I usually go to google translate, but I also happen to be friends with a kick ass linguist so I ask @witchboywitchboywitchboy for help too.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Good Omens

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I've been toying with the idea of writing a Steddie or JArgyle or even Jopper fic, but I'm on the fence on all of them. Not dedicated enough to them to write for them.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

For Good Omens I still get really fond feelings over The Sweetest Thing in Life is Love it was really fun writing and researching the baked goods.

For Gallavich I wanna say Mark My Skin I'm Falling In or Can We Skip To The Good Stuff both have more real life being put into it than the others and it makes the writing of those parts super fun.

I taaaaaaaag

@witchboywitchboywitchboy @doodlevich @dodgerbear84 @howlinchickhowl @celestialmickey @heyheyusedtobemynickname @heymrspatel and @sickness-health-all-that-shit

#writer interview #fics #gallavich #aziracrow #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #good omens #shameless #gallavich fanfic #stranger things #ian gallagher loves mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich loves ian gallagher

[tomboyjessie13]

Aswan, Egypt

At the Hospital, Medea sees the Crusaders entering the building from a nearby cafe and follows them.

She sees them at the front desk regarding the injuries they sustained from dealing with N'Doul and [Geb], walks past Iggy who's just chilling and eating coffee gum outside, unaware that he's a Stand user, and goes into the women's bathroom and hides in one of the stalls. Medea uses [Flogging Molly]'s hand googles as a x-ray spec to see past the walls.

Medea: ......... *Sees Kakyoin and Avdol being taken away by the doctors to the operating room, noticing the former's eyes are scarred up* Damn, [Geb] really messed him up badly, I feel kinda bad taking him out. *Takes out note book to write in* Note to self: "Never underestimate a Stand user with special needs." *Puts notebook away and spies out* ....Come on you gobshites, go away already.

Female patron: *Knocking on stall door*

Medea: (Arabic: "Occupied!") ...........*She continues to spy out until she sees them leave* Finally.... *She sneaks out of the bathroom, making sure the coast is clear. She goes to the elevators and hides in the maternity room near it* ................

Mother: *Pained screaming as she's going into labor*

Doctor: (Arabic: Hey you! Get out of here!)

Medea: *Leaves the room, embarrassed* (Arabic: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!) *Face palms as her Stand pats her head* Ugh, I lived in Egypt for a year and I still can't master the language to save my life... Uh oh! *Sees the Doctors with a now patched up Kakyoin on a stretcher bed, she thinks to herself:* "Good, he can't see me."

Doctor: (Arabic: Excuse us, Ms.)

Medea: *In a slightly pitched up voice so Kakyoin wouldn't recognize her voice* (Arabic: Yes, Doctor.) *Enters the elevator with them*

Kakyoin: *Wakes up* ......Hm? Where am I? Who's there?

Medea: *Nervous* ......(Arabic: I'm sorry, but I don't speak your language.)

Kakyoin: ..................

On the upper floor, Medea gets off and heads for the other side of the hall while Kakyoin's being taken to his room to rest in, she was pretending to look at the posters on the wall until the doctors leave his room. Soon enough, a couple of them did, she waited for a bit before making her move, but just as Medea was about to enter the room...

Intercom: (Arabic: Mr. Joestar, your friend Noriaki Kakyoin is ready to see you, the nurse will escort you.) ....*Translating* Mr. Joestar, your friend Noriaki Kakyoin is ready to see you, the nurse will escort you.

Medea: Oh shit! *Quickly hides in an empty bedroom nearby, she uses her Stand's hands as x-ray specs again to see the Crusaders arriving, they enter Kakyoin's room, it seems that only one doctor is still with him as well* Damn, I was so close to.

[Flogging Molly]: Kiru... kiru kiru... kiru...

Medea: *Sighs* I suppose your right, [Molly], it can't be helped. *She watches them chat inside* I swear you're a lot more patient than me. *She waits until the Crusaders are done talking with Kakyoin and the doctors*

Joseph: *To the nurse* Excuse me miss, do you know where Muhammad Avdol's room is?

Nurse: Oh yes, he's in the room underneath this one, just one floor down.

Joseph: Thanks. *He and the other two left to see Avdol.*

Medea:... Good, they're gone, but I can't just barge in yet, the doctor is still with Kakyoin and he needs to be asleep.

[Flogging Molly]: *Nods* Kiru...

Medea: *She watches him get comfortable in his bed, looking like he's about to go to take a nap. After a while, the doctors left and he looked sound asleep.* ...Alright, we're ready, now how to take him down without leaving any evidence? The poison's too corrosive... *Sees a nurse carrying a tray of clean syringes from room to room, smirking evilly, she snaps her fingers at [Flogging Molly] and pointed at the syringes*

[Flogging Molly]: *They flew out of the room to sneak a syringe from the tray while the nurse ain't looking, they returned to the room with it*

Medea: Excellent, prepare the "ammo".

[Flogging Molly]: *They provided a ball of "Drunken Lullaby", a very corrosive poison that can scar or kill enemies*

Medea: *Takes in the poison with the syringe* Thanks. Now let's do this. *She leaves the empty room with the syringe in hand and quietly enters Kakyoin's room, he was sleeping on his side* ........

Kakyoin: .......

Medea: *Medea can hear her heart beating, she takes a deep breath and walks towards the drip line connected to his hand, she plans to poison the line to put him into a sleep-like death, she thinks to herself:* Sweet dreams, Noriaki Kak- *Suddenly she felt like she stepped on string, it was colored green.* Eh-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! *She was suddenly bombarded by chunks of emerald. Medea was ambushed by "Emerald Splash" from all directions, from behind, from the front, from above, from both sides, everywhere, it even destroyed the syringe in her hand, rendering her injection idea useless, she falls to the ground with a thud* GUH! *Coughing, she sits up and spits out blood from her mouth, and rubs her head. Her eyes widen when she came back to her senses and looks at Kakyoin who, despite being blinded, is looking straight at her, he was never asleep at all* ......Uhhhh........

Kakyoin: *Sits up* Let me guess: you're here to drop off some "get well" flowers for me?

Medea: Y-you knew I was coming!?

Kakyoin: You've been following us around across Asia for weeks, of course I knew you'd be here! Not to mention your voice acting's terrible, did you think I didn't recognize your Californian accent?

Medea: Baah *Stands up, staggers a bit* .....Well it doesn't matter anyway, smartass, you're gonna be the first one to die, and you have no vision or friends by your side to back you up. *The poison that was spilled began to form around her*

Kakyoin: *Smiles* Hm, I wouldn't be too sure about that, Medea. The "Emerald Splash" really made a lot of noise here, and it did shook up the room a little, I can even feel it shake up the floor beneath my bed.

Medea: What are you saying, Cherry boy? Don't mince words.

Kakyoin: *Points down, still smiling* Translation: Even if you manage to avoid the "Emerald Splash", the noise and tremors it caused would've alerted the guys beneath this room anyway.

Medea: WHAT!? *Hears running footsteps*

Kakyoin: Right on cue. *The 4 Crusaders busted through the door, seeing a roughed up Medea covered in bruises and emerald colored glitter*

Medea: O_O

Joseph: YOU AGAIN!?

Avdol: How did she know we're here?

Jotaro: *Annoyed* Goddammit, you just don't know when to quit, do you!?

Medea: Tch, *Making a thumb throat-slitting gesture* I'll quit when I make sure you Joestars dead.

Polnareff: *Summons [Silver Chariot]'s Rapier* Not if I can help it! *About to charge after her* HYAAAA! *Suddenly the poison shot up, melting the sword* SACRÉ BLEU!

Medea: I wouldn't do that if I were you, Polnareff. Did you even bother looking at your surroundings? *Points at their feet* That poison Kakyoin knocked out of my hand was a very big mistake on his end...

Jotaro: ???....*He looks down* Huh!?

Polnareff: That's what melted my Rapier!?.......*Moves the rapier over the poison again, it shot up and melted the sword more* GAH!

Joseph: Oh no! We're screwed!

Medea: *Evil smirk* That's right boys, you're all completely trapped by "Drunken Lullaby's" deadly embrace, and any move you guys make will only just spill your doom.

Jotaro: *Growls* Tch, you crazy bitch...

Kakyoin: *To himself* "This is bad, I have to do something, damn this blindness! .....Unless." *Out loud, grabbing her arm with [Hierophant Green]* Medea, Please! Just let them go, you came for me first, take me instead, I betrayed your Lord!

Medea: *Turns to him, feigning pouting* Sorry sweetie, but I'm afraid I can't do that now. *Moves [Hierophant Green]'s hand away* Lord DIO wanted some Joestar blood spilled and I don't wish to disappoint him. You're just going to have to wait your turn.

Avdol: *To himself* "What is he...wait." *Moves foot over the poison, nothing happens* "I see, Medea controls the poison when she's looking at us, and she's distracted!" *Pats Jotaro's shoulder*

Jotaro: ??? *Avdol whispers his discovery to his ear* ................. *Thumbs up, smirking*

Medea: *Ruffling Kakyoin's hair* I have to admit though, you're such a sweet boy taking the fall for the team like that, I almost feel bad about killing you ❤️

Kakyoin: *Grits teeth*

Medea: *Turns back to the rest of the group* Now where were we?

Jotaro: So you think you won huh?

Medea: Of course I won, Godzilla, your surrounded by the most corrosive material on the planet that reacts to any sort of movement, and there's nothing you or your precious Stands can do about it *snaps fingers*... That being said, any last words before you give yourself up to [Flogging Molly]?

Jotaro: ............... *Looks down on her body, then looks her in the eye while smirking* Yeah, I got a couple.

Medea: *Smirks* Fu fu fu~ Alright then, let's hear it.

Jotaro: .....*Claps hands together*

Medea: *Confused* Huh?

Jotaro: *Does a peace sign*

Joseph and Avdol: ?????????

Jotaro: *Does a ok sign*

Medea: What?

Polnareff: .....*Slow realization of what Jotaro's doing* /)OoO(\

Jotaro: *Salutes* The whole world can see it.

Polnareff: *Excited* OOOOOOOOOOOH! 8D

Avdol: *Looks away, blushing*

Joseph: *Face palm, dying on the inside* Oh my god.

Kakyoin: Did he just did what I think he did?

Polnareff: *Bouncing* HE DID! XD

Kakyoin: *Covers mouth*

Medea: *Even more confused* Did what? What's he looking at?...... *She looks at herself to see what he saw and sees that her baby pink colored panties are sticking out of her jeans, lace waistband and all* ....... *Blushes in embarrassment and shock* KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *Covers herself* YOU PERVERT! *Tries to pull up her jeans, not looking at Jotaro* YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR WOMEN!

Jotaro: *Smirks, he summons [Star Platinum]*

[Star Platinum]: ORA!

Medea: *Turns to see [Star Platinum]'s fist before getting punched* GYAAAAAAH! *Goes flying through the window* [FLOGGING MOLLY]!

[Flogging Molly]: KIRU! *Grabs the ledge, dragging Medea back up the window sill*

Medea: *Hanging there, panting* .............. *Climbs back up, she looks up to see Jotaro standing over her, staring down at her* Uh oh...

Jotaro: ........ *Grabs her by her hips*

Medea: EEP! *Gets picked up with ease*

Jotaro: I have just about enough of your bullshit, Medea. *Throws her over his shoulder*

Medea: HEY!

Jotaro: I got special plans for you. *Walks out of the room* See ya later, you two.

Medea: *Starts kicking and punching* Put me down! (Irish: You're gonna pay for this you fat gorilla!)

Joseph: *Pats Avdol's and Kakyoin's backs* Get better soon, guys.

Polnareff: *Hugs Kakyoin* (French: Thank you! You saved us the trouble)! *Follows Jotaro and Joseph*

Kakyoin: It's no trouble.

Avdol: *To Kakyoin* Good thinking there, distracting Medea.

Kakyoin: It was just pure luck.

Medea: *Summons [Flogging Molly]'s blades* Let me go, you bastard! *About to stab him before [Star Platinum] holds her arms down* Ugh!

Jotaro: *Annoyed* Good grief...

Polnareff: *To Medea, jokingly* You're our friend now! We're having soft tacos later!

Jotaro: If this keeps up, people are gonna think we're kidnappers.

Joseph: Who cares, we're finally giving this little witch the justice she deserves. Besides, Medea's one of DIO's closest servants, maybe she could be useful to us!

Medea: *Spits at his face*

Joseph: Gah!

Medea: Bite me, you old twat! *Jotaro smacks her butt* OW!

Joseph: *Wipes his face* Blegh, this is gonna take a while.

END

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I actually made this Incorrect Quote in January 22 this year, but I never uploaded it here because I was worried about how I handled the language, but I decided to go back and fix it before posting it here.

Some of the parts in the old version felt kinda cringe to me, as well as seeing more of the anime to get it accurate, so I went back to fix some of it as well.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #joseph joestar #muhammad avdol #jojo oc #oc #incorrect quotes

[hydroviz]

via im pretty sure one of your writings got noticed by one of my idols on tumblr

I liked your birb headcanons a lot, and a writer once wrote a... huge... angsty... fic about birb reader before and I sent an ask to them with a link to ur writing and they responded🫣

when you scroll through their account your first thought might be "dang this person must have like 10,000 followers"

their user is reillaine I think, do u know them?? they write angst and it's just ugh so good like they're something different

also sorry if what I did made you uncomfy!! I won't do it again

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OH MY GAWD I GOT NOTICED?????? i am so proud... and thank u so much for linking my work AH i tried finding the person but i couldnt find them </3 also, you didnt do anything to make me uncomfortable so please dont worry! i just have a very inconsistent schedule in logging on tumblr 😭

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[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' ACCIDENTALLY MAKING YOU CRY !

an. this is literal garbage and very long but enjoy LOL

ft. itadori, fushiguro, inumaki x gn!reader

wc. 1.3k

genre. angst to fluff

tw. broken bones, cast and death mentions, also some swearing bc its british culture

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ITADORI YUJI — panic activated. there is nothing itadori would do in this world to hurt you, not intentionally at least. itadori had yet again come back from another dangerous mission - yet again another mission that almost took his life. it seemed that the danger levels just kept increasing as itadori continued to grow and improve as a jujutsu sorcerer, and as his significant other watching from the sidelines, the only thing that grew in you was your worry and concern. you thought you could handle it, seeing him come back each time with deep cuts and broken bones - thought you could make a subtle comment on how he should be just a little more careful, and yet, seeing him in this bad of a shape was all too much. itadori nearly pounced out of his skin when your teary eyes met his, all he did was ask you to sign his cast(s)! "yuji," he heard you sob, muffled by the hospital blankets you buried your head in. "please," he heard you whimper, hands clenched so tightly on the blankets he thought you'd rip them in half. "i'm not asking you to stop being a jujutsu sorcerer, i just want you to be careful." you looked up, eyes finally meeting, and itadori immediately reaches out to wipe the tears that spill down your cheeks. "what if you died?" the fear in your voice triggers something in yuji, and he immediately engulfs you in his arms. "no, would never leave you, baby." he says, tone firm. "i'm sorry, i didn't realise how stupid i was being - for not noticing how you felt and how reckless i was." he says, and its scarily serious. you nod, slowly taking in his words. "you promise?" you ask once more, wanting to confirm it. yuji smiles, breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers, "i promise."

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — fushiguro knew he could be a little harsh with his words sometimes, which is why when you first started dating he always kept it to a minimum around you. yet as your relationship went on, megumi found himself more and more comfortable with himself, with you, with your relationship. perhaps… a little too comfortable. he had made another teasing comment - the only thought he gave it was making sure it was formatted correctly before it spewed out of his mouth. he expected to hear you giggle - tease him back, maybe give him a slap on the arm that really felt more like a tap, and yet, nothing. megumi ignored it for a minute or two, thinking perhaps you didn't care much, or were too busy doing something else to even pay attention to it. no biggie! it's not like it hadn't happened before and- oh. megumi thought, his heart dropping and eyes widening when he heard small sniffles come from behind him. oh fuck. he was sure he'd whipped his head around so fast it gave him whiplash, and yet that was the last thing he could care about right now. "you really mean that, fushiguro?" he heard you ask, your back turned to him as your shoulders shook - voice shaky and breathless. fushiguro. he leapt at your use of his last name, pouncing across the room to get by your side. "no, no! never! you know i love you more than anything, i-i didn't think - fuck - i didn't even think about what i was saying, 'm so sorry." he was panicked, his hands fidgeting awkwardly as he debated reaching out to you. luckily, you made the choice for him. megumi only felt like breathing again when your hands wrapped around his waist, head buried into his chest. "'is okay, 'gumi." he sighed, hands wrapping around you as he held you tighter, "just don't say it again, please." he shook his head without pulling away from you, and you felt him plant kisses across your neck in a silent apology. "of course, never again, love."

INUMAKI TOGE — inumaki is a tease. you wouldn't expect it from the quiet, innocent looking cursed speech user. inumaki loved to pull pranks constantly, and you had quickly become used to them in your relationship - even spiraling into your own little 'war'. beginning to see who could get the best pranks to just becoming who could get the most - and inumaki was determined to win. it had come across his tiktok feed. ignoring your s/o for a day to see how they react! he glanced over to see your sleeping figure wrapped around his arm, giggling when he saw your noise scrunch up at the sudden movement. yeah, inumaki was definitely gonna win this war. you were absolutely positively sure that you had never had a worse day than this. you completely forgot to charge your phone during the night, leaving you frantic as you tried to throw on your uniform as fast as you could - only to finally get to school and receive a big fat fail on your last test, but, hey! it couldn't get any worse! unless spilling your lunch and scraping your knee and - god, everything was just going wrong. you wanted nothing more than to be cuddled into inumaki's arms right now, inhaling the comforting smell of vanilla he always managed to subtly be coated in. which is exactly why you were seeking out your platinum haired boyfriend right now. a wave of relief washing over you as he came into view. "toge!" you yelled, a smile covering your features as you ran over to your boyfriend "ugh, you won't believe how-" "kombu!" inumaki exclaimed, running over to fushiguro, completely past you. you paused, awkwardly pulling down your raised hand that was stilled in a wave motion. perhaps he just had something really important to do right now? no big deal at all!... and yet, it was a big deal. it continued on and on, inumaki continuing to ignore your entire existence as you tried over and over to get his attention. he'd even looked directly at you at one point, only to turn away the next second - and it had been the last straw. chest burning and eyes watering, you stormed off to your dorm, throwing yourself onto your bed as you sobbed into your pillows. seeing how you'd progressively gotten more pissed throughout the day - inumaki thought all he was in for was a particularly nasty prank in return when he got back. he knocked on your dorm room once, then twice, and then a third - and yet he got no response. no response other than the muffled sobs he could hear come through the door. he felt panic course through him immediately, pushing open the door hurriedly. "takana?" inumaki practically yelled, bursting into your room as he saw you buried in your pillows, shoulders shaking as you sobbed. inumaki sat down by your side, ready to take you into his arms - before he was shoved off completely, your angered and tear-stained face meeting his eyes. "so now you care? go away, inumaki!" his heart sank as he finally began to realise what he'd done - that the anger on your face throughout the day looked more like sadness. "o-okaka," he stuttered, desperately trying to communicate through his gestures. you only glared in response, shoveling back into your blankets as you turned your back to him. inumaki stayed silent for a few minutes, listening to your cries as they lowered in volume. "please listen to me," he begged finally, and your ears perked up subconsciously. "jerk. don't use your dumb advantage…" he heard you mutter, and he felt his heart lift just a little. "i'm sorry." he said, and although it didn't seem like much - coming from inumaki, it was practically the world. you didn't say anything, but simply shuffled forward to give inumaki room on your bed - something he happily accepted as he immediately tackled you in kisses. inumaki did not in fact win the war.

reblogs appreciated <3 

©  2021 sinrinyoku — please do not repost, translate, modify or plagiarize my work! i will beat the shit out of u (maybe)

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Frailty | Kazuha x Reader

No matter how many times you've run away from your practices, Kazuha is always able to find you.

art belongs to rivaiiwah

word count: 1.8k

           Here you are with the cherry blossoms sprouting from the branches, looking to the casual eye as flowers until they bloom. Who pays attention to their chaotic stems that twist in the joy of new life until they wear colors that soothe the viewer’s perception.

           Then there they are in the air that becomes more welcoming each day, a community of colors, a feast for butterflies and bees. 

           A new beginning. 

           A little pink petal was plucked off from the group, letting it float alone in the air as it landed on your hand. Your eyes peered over the frond and lifted it up to the sunlight to observe the bright colors of it.

           “[Name]-sama, there you are.”

           You whipped your head and smiled at the caller when he approached you. “Kazuha? What brings you here?” You questioned as you fixed your hold on the parasol. His brows scrunched up and let out a sigh as he fixed the sleeve of his outfit. 

           “Ayaka-sama, was looking for you.”

           “Ane? Why’s that?” You questioned.

           He sighed once again and pinched your cheeks a bit harshly. “You need to practice your purification rituals. Your siblings are looking for you again and now they’re worried about you.”

           “Ah— Kazuha, that hurts…!” You grasped his hand to release his hold on your face, but to no avail, he won’t budge. Seconds later, he finally and slowly let go and spared your cheeks from reddening to which you rubbed it to alleviate the sharp pain.

           His gaze went to the blooming flower of cherry blossoms and watched how the wind fluttered the petals. Ruby gems have softened at the sight of the newly sprung tree before focusing on the young princess of Kamisato.

           Your name uttered from his lips making you arch a brow at him in puzzlement. His lips parted slightly and waited for a moment before asking. “I’m just wondering why are you here. There are sakura trees at your residence, though.” He stated as he scratched his cheek with his index finger.

           Your throat hummed and looked at the sky in wonder. “Ah that… I think you already know the answer to that.” He knew for sure he saw your eyes glinted in mischief when you looked at him. 

           That smirk plastered on your face didn’t go unnoticed by him. He was quiet for a minute making you giggle and stifle it with your hand. Kazuha groaned in flicked your head much to your surprise.

           “Ouch!”

           “I’m taking you back to the Kamisato residence whether you like it or not.” 

           “Kazuha!! No please—“

—

           “Oh my, it seems like he already found her.” The young mistress giggled and watched both of you entered through the main gate with the swordsman pushing you inside. You were writhing and shaking your arm, doing your best to escape from him.

           At the sight of your face, your brother’s smile widened, and quickly wore his geta and engulfed you in a bear hug. “[Name], where have you been?! I was worried sick when I saw you weren’t inside your room!” He screeched and cried hysterically before glaring at Kazuha.

           It sent a shiver down his spine before averting his gaze away from Ayato and squared his shoulders. “Hmph, I could’ve found her on my own, but the archon must have graced you to guide my little sister back home.” Your brother grumbled as he patted your head in an assuring manner. You heaved a sigh and mouthed a sorry to your friend which he just waved it off.

           Ayaka reached to where the three of you are and deeply bowed to Kazuha in thanks. “Thank you and sorry for bothering you to look for [Name]. We’ll be sure to compensate you greatly.” She remarked and motioned for him to come inside.

           “It’s fine, Ayaka-sama. I was just happy and relieved to know she didn’t stray too far from here.” He peeked at you from the corner of his eyes before looking back at your older sister.

           “You can drop the formalities. And also, aniki, you’re suffocating [Name].” She respired and pulled you away from Ayato’s loving hugs making you sigh in relief and thank her.

           He pouted and huffed before crossing his arms and narrowly eyed you. His nature quickly changed in a blink and you know for sure you’re in a trouble just the way he lightly frowned at you.

           “[Name].” Your body shivered and avoided looking at him as you cowered behind Kazuha. “Y-yes…?” You muttered softly and tightly gripped on his clothes. 

           “Why did you skipped practicing?” You gulped down your fear and sheepishly smiled at Ayato, trying to think of an excuse. 

           “Well, it’s spring! You know how much I love sakura flowers and watch them bloom before me, aniki!” A peal of tense laughter slipped from your mouth and nudged Kazuha asking for help. Your [eye color] eyes were pleadingly gazed upon his for help as you shook his arm lightly to get him to understand your gestures.

           Sighing for an umpteenth time on this day. He faced Ayato sternly making him pause when he saw Kazuha’s face got darker. A bead of sweat rolled down his temples yet never faltering his stare onto him.

           “Ayato-sama, just lock the door if she ever escapes again.” Kazuha’s eyes returned back to their usual light and grabbed you by your shoulders, placing you in front. His fingers pointed at you and then grinned slyly at you.

           Your eyes widened but before you could open your mouth to speak out, his words made you stopped in your tracks and your face paled while your lips were parted a bit. “If she does run away again, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll make sure she does her practices frequently.”

           The cunning smile glued on his pretty face made you scared. From the other’s perspective he seemed like an innocent and nice teen, but for you, oh you know that smile very well. He didn’t want to indulge in your escapades and he’s going to pay you back with his own mischievousness. 

    —

           “Sein!”

           You threw a talisman onto the dummy as your index and middle finger were stick together and the rest were closed. “Sein?” Kazuha’s brow raised in bewilderment at your chant and stared at the dummy. He was expecting something would happen but sadly there was none.

           It only stood still, remaining unchanging. “[Name], it’s read as sho-shi-tsu.” Ayaka said as she removed the piece of paper on the figurine. “And isn’t sein something you would hear in Mondstadt?” 

           Your lips formed a grin as your optics shined brightly in excitement. “Sein sounds way cooler than shoshitsu!” A strong impact was thrown on your head making you cry in pain and place your hand on it protectively.

           “[Name]-sama, please take this seriously.” Kazuha exhaled through his nose and stretched your cheeks making you whine even more at the increasing pain. Ayaka laughed lightly at the sight of you two as she took the brush from your hands.

           “I guess we can practice next time, is that alright with you? I still have to practice my sword fight with Tohama.” Ayaka awaited your response while she kept the materials back to their rightful place.

           You merely giggled and shoved her playfully. “It’s fine~ Have a nice date with him!” Her face flushed and her silver eyes widened in surprise as she continuously stuttered. 

           “I-it’s not a date!”

           “Right, right.” You pushed her out of the room and gave her a hug before closing the door gently. You leaned your body against it and heaved a sigh at the exhausting purification practices.

           It really tired your mind and body so much. Even though you joke around sometimes to loosen up that stiff body of yours, you know you still need to work hard on it because of your duty as a shrine maiden. 

           Purifications are much needed and required in the Kamisato house. Ayaka has already mastered everything from arts to music and even poetry, and yet here you are, not even having the slightest talent like her to accomplish such things.

          Ayaka is the embodiment of perfection and nobleness, there's no doubt about that. Her form is even more elegant than yours and how she handles tea ceremonies more delicately unlike you who somehow still spills the tea from nervousness no matter how much you've practiced mastering it.

           It really tired you out how they expect so many things for you. 

           Being noble is really hard.

           The anemo-user noticed your destitute appearance and slowly approached you. 

           “[Name]-sama?” 

           You snapped out from your deep thoughts and shakily looked at him. “O-oh, Kazuha. I forgot you were still here…” You coughed and fixed your outfit, giving him a curious glance and asked.

           “Is something the matter?” 

           “I should be the one asking you that. It seems like something’s troubling you.”

                      His brows furrowed in worry and took a closer look at your well-being. “It’s nothing. I’m just glad I don’t have to practice anymore, it really tired me out. Ugh…” You grumbled and rested your hand on your stomach when you felt it rumbled.

           “Do you want to eat outside?” Your ears perked up and nodded eagerly like a child. For a second, you thought you saw him smile before it quickly disappeared. He offered his hand to you which you gladly accepted as he lead you to the exit of the room.

           “Kazuha’s treating me~” You sang joyfully, thinking of the foods from the stalls. Or maybe he’ll treat you to eat at a restaurant? Just thinking of it made your stomach growled even more from hungriness and excitement, imagining that freshly cooked takoyakis or even those crispy golden-brown tempuras.

           Even with all the smiles and laugh you give off, he can’t help but be bothered that you’re hiding something. You always shake off whenever he asks if you’re fine or if you needed anything.

           He wished that you could rely on him and trust him, to tell him all the troubles that have been piling up inside you. He has known you for a long time now, and yet why can’t you open up to him some more?

           If maybe, just maybe— one day he’ll be able to finally tell you how he feels. He’ll even go as far as looking for you if you escaped once more. He hopes you’ll notice the signs he’s been giving that he’s there for you and you don’t have to bottle it up.

           He wants to tell you that it’s alright to cry and feel vulnerable. He’ll love everything about you, even your own imperfections.

           Just the way you accepted and love everything about himself.

did i just write for an unreleased genshin chara? yes, yes i did, and im ready to simp for him

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact kazuha #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha #genshin x reader #elliwrites

[trashyswitch]

The Punishment for Cheating

Gregory and the animatronics are playing Hide and Seek, and Freddy uses his scanning ability to cheat and win faster. But the hiders know he cheated and intend to make him regret it.

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user. I hope you enjoy!

“I don’t wanna be the seeker anymore.” Freddy whined, crossing his arms. “Just one more game? Then you can be the hider with us!” Gregory tried to convince him. Freddy huffed and grunted. “Fffffine.” Freddy replied, still annoyed.

“Yay! Okay! Count to…20 or 100. We’ll go hide!” Gregory declared as he took off running. Roxanne, Monty and Chica took off running after him as they tried to find a hiding spot.

Freddy sighed and closed his eyes as he counted to 30 for them.

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10

11…12…13…14…15…16…17…18…19…20

21…22…23…24…25…26…27…28…29…30

“Ready or not, here I come!” Freddy yelled out loud.

Freddy started walking around, and began to remember a scanning ability he had. Instead of looking for them manually, Freddy could scan the whole room and quickly find the hiders. Freddy did just that, and smiled as he was able to see dots pointing to their general directions. Freddy would walk to where the dots were, and would scan again to find the new locations of the dots/hiders.

Freddy could see generally where all of them were hiding:

Gregory was hiding behind a door that wasn’t out of bounds. Roxanne was hiding in the daycare. Monty was hiding near the entrance, and Chica was hiding in the Glamrock Gift shop.

It was way too easy this way. Freddy was gonna find them in no time!

Freddy ran towards the door that Gregory was hiding behind and opened it. “Found you!”

“What?! Already?! HOW?!” Gregory asked.

“I just did!” Freddy replied.

“I feel like you cheated…” Gregory mentioned. “Cheated? Why would you think that?” Freddy asked.

“Oh I don’t know…maybe it was the fact that you found me so much quicker than you did the last 5 times we played?” Gregory mentioned.

“Well, I didn’t cheat.” Freddy said. “Maybe your hiding spot wasn’t as good as the last hiding spots you chose.” Freddy offered.

Gregory narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he followed alongside Freddy.

Freddy walked right up to the back, and scanned the room again. The purple scanner went off, revealing his cheating tactic to the people that could see him. Then, Freddy ran right to the daycare. “I know you’re in here, Roxanne!” Freddy told her. “How did you know it was me?!” Roxanne asked.

“I just do.” Freddy replied as he walked up to Roxanne. “Cheater.” Roxanne spat. “I know, right?!” Gregory reacted.

“I didn’t cheat!” Freddy reacted. “You walked right into the daycare and yelled my name. Only a cheater would know where each person is hiding.” Roxanne added. “Exactly! And he ran up to my hiding spot right away!” Gregory added. “We’ll talk about this later. We have to find the other animatronics.” Roxanne said before walking around. “To the entrance!” Freddy declared as he ran towards the stairs. Roxanne and Gregory looked at each other with a similar thought going through their heads at once: He definitely cheated. Freddy ran to the entrance and pointed to where Chica was hiding. “Chica, come on out!” Freddy ordered. “Ugh…Cheater!” Chica shouted as she walked out to the entrance of the Glamrock gift shop.

Freddy threw his hands up. “Ihi didn’t cheat! Why does everyone think I cheated?!” Freddy asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that you said my name and pointed to where I was! That’s a large clucking indicator!” Chica reacted.

“He did that for me too.” Roxanne told her.

“He ran right up to my spot too.” Gregory added. “He definitely cheated.”

Freddy huffed and crossed his arms.

Monty walked out of his hiding spot and chuckled. “Only an idiot would point out a spot like that.” Monty mentioned. “So what are we gonna do about your cheating, Freddy?”

“Uuhhh…” Freddy looked around and noticed that everyone was surrounding him now. “I’m…S-Sorry?”

Roxanne ran up to Freddy and knocked him onto his back. Freddy fell to the ground with a loud “OOF!” while Gregory, Chica and Monty ran to Freddy’s sides and limbs. “I’ll hold his arms up!” Monty volunteered. “Great! Roxy, Gregory and I can handle the rest.” Chica declared.

“WAIT! I don’t deserve this!” Freddy protested.

“Oh really, Mr. Cheater?” Gregory mentioned.

“W-What are you gonna…do to me?” Freddy asked.

“Oh! That’s easy.” Gregory and Roxanne started tickling Freddy’s sides and armpits. “We’re gonna tickle you!”

Freddy bursted out laughing and clenched his fists. “NOHOHohohoho! Whahahahahahat?!” Freddy reacted.

“Yes!” Chica reacted. “You cheated! And now, you need to be disciplined.” Chica told him.

“AAAHahahahahahahaha! Cohohohome ohohohohon!” Freddy laughed. “Don’t ‘come on’ us. You should’ve thought about what you were doing when you started cheating in the game.” Roxanne mentioned. “Ihihihi’m sahahahahaharryhyhyhy!” Freddy begged.

“Should’ve been thinking, Freddy~” Gregory teased as he tickled his armpits.

“NAHAHAHAT MYHYHYHY AHAHAHARMPIHIHIHITS!” Freddy pleaded.

“But YES your armpits! They’re such a good tickle spot!” Gregory replied.

“GIHIHIVE MEHEHE AHAHALL YOHOHOU GOHOHOT!” Freddy fought.

“Very well~” Chica replied casually before tickling his hips.

Freddy SCREAMED and wiggled around all over the place.

“How’s this, Fred?” Chica asked.

“EEEEEEEEEEK! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAY- OHOHOKAHAHAHAHAYYYYY!” Freddy laughed hysterically.

“Oh? Is this getting to be too much for you, oh brave one?” Roxanne asked.

“YEHEHEHEHEHESS! YOHOHOHOU’RE GOHOHONNA KIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHEHE!” Freddy complained.

Gregory laughed. “You’re an animatronic! You can’t die!” Gregory told him.

While Gregory stayed at the armpits for the most part, Roxanne and Chica kept tickling him in different places to keep him guessing. They switched from the hips to the feet, the belly to the rib region, and the knees to the neck. There was a large variety of spots he could be tickled in, and almost all of the spots were tickled at least once.

“I will admit: You’re able to handle a lot of heavy tickling.” Roxanne reacted.

“Is he though?” Gregory asked. “Yeah, he sounds like he’s dying.” Chica mentioned.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHO SAHAHAHAHARRY IHIHIHI CHEHEHEHEHEATED!”

Freddy would keep apologizing in an attempt to get them to stop. But they weren’t giving up just yet.

“Hey Gregory, how many ribs does a human have?” Roxanne asked.

“Oh! That’s easy. 24 ribs, 12 on each side.” Gregory replied.

“Wanna know how many ribs Freddy has?” Roxanne asked.

“Sure!” Gregory replied, waiting for an answer.

“Hey Freddy! How many ribs do you have?” Roxanne asked the ticklish guy she was teasing. “IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOHOW!” Freddy replied helplessly.

Roxanne just laughed. “It’s a trick question, you doofus! The answer is none! Animatronics don’t have ribs!” Roxanne replied.

“Wait, really?” Gregory asked. “Really!” Roxanne replied.

“Huh…I heard a rumor that the old animatronics had ribs…” Chica muttered under her breath.

Gregory raised an eyebrow at Chica, but ignored her words.

“Anyway: have you learned your lesson about cheating yet?” Chica asked, changing the subject. “YEHEHEHEHEHESS! IHIHIHI SWEHEHEHEHEAR!” Freddy replied desperately. “Are you ever gonna cheat again?” Roxanne asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO! NEHEHEVEHEHER AGAHAHAHAIN!” Freddy replied.

“Alright. Let’s stop then. He’s learned his lesson.” Roxanne decided.

All three ticklers stopped their tickle attack, while Monty let go of Freddy’s arms.

“So why did you cheat in the first place?” Gregory asked.

“Yeah, good question!” Roxanne reacted.

Freddy took a moment to let his body process everything. “Sohohorry…Ihihi-” Freddy cleared his throat for social reasons. “Ihihi guess I wanted the game to go fast so that I wasn’t the seeker anymore…I was bummed that I had to be the seeker one more time.” Freddy told them.

“Ooooh…Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Gregory replied.

“And I guess it can’t be helped that we have the scanning feature installed…” Roxanne said.

“And it’s tempting to use it in situations like that…” Chica added.

“How about this: I’ll be the seeker next.” Gregory suggested.

“Okay!” Freddy replied, showing more excitement.

“Really?” Roxanne reacted. “Why?”

“Because I don’t have a scanning feature!” Gregory replied. “So I’m less likely to cheat!”

“I was just thinking that was the reason…” Chica mentioned.

“Alright. I’m gonna run to the stage and count to 30.” Gregory told them. “You guys go hide!” Gregory encouraged. “Okay.” Roxanne replied as she ran. Everyone else followed her as they began to look for good hiding spots that made up for their big size.

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10

11…12…13…14…15…16…17…18…19…20

21…22…23…24…25…26…27…28…29…30

“Ready or not, here I come!” Gregory declared as he started running around.

#glamrock freddy cheating #hide and seek #its so obvious #ticklefic #ler!gregory #ler!roxy #ler!chica #lee!freddy #helper monty gator

[s4turns-r1ngs]

MCYT - School Stress

Pronouns: they/them

Summary: Testing coming up and you are Not Prepared. Good thing you have your friend to calm you down.

Pairings: (platonic) Tommy + Reader

Warnings: Panic Attack (? I don't know how well I wrote it, but it's there), Stress with School, Swearing

[a/n] - this past school year was SHIT for me, so i wrote this thing, which is essentially me trying to cope with whatever the fuck happened to be honest. still don't understand quadratics. what the fuck is quadratics. i know literally nothing about them. hope this makes some people feel better about their experiences with school. :)((user/n) is whatever you wish to go by on the internet)

Word Count: This literally isn't going to say anything until I finally stop writing on mobile.

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child >:]

hey (user/n) wanna stream later??

aww sorry m8. i gotta lot of school shit to do. maybe later tho

damn. its fine dw i can ask someone else good luck on the school shit :)

thanks tomathy :]

np

×××××

You sigh as you drop down your phone, trying to focus on the notes lying out in front of you.

Testing was coming up, and you weren't prepared at all. What does half of this stuff even mean? Why the fuck do you need to know quadratics?? Huh??? At this point, you could barely recall what 2 + 2 is. Fish??

You subconsciously notice that your breathing was beginning to quicken.

Breathe.

You need to calm down if you're even gonna want to focus on this stuff. You could always ask one of your school friends, but you doubt they'd even be up this late anyway. Tommy said he was streaming, and you didn't want to bother him or anyone else.

Oh god, what if you completely fail the tests? Would you have to repeat? You've never had to do that. What would your parents think? What would your friends think? They'd all move on without you. They'd forget about you. You'd be all alone. You-

You slam your head down on the desk in front of you, trying to focus on your breathing. Again.

Looking up at the nearby clock, you find that nearly an hour has passed since you'd last touched the notes. Oh.

Tommy was live, right? Maybe you could just watch him stream. Yeah, that should calm you down a little. Help you focus, y'know? Hopefully.

Opening up your laptop, you pull up his stream. Your ears are immediately graced with the oh so pleasant sound of his yelling, watchingmas he's knocked off a bridge in what you believe is a game of BedWars.

With a small smile, you pull the laptop close to you, notes forgotten momentarily.

(User/N): L

talkedjupiter78: L

KatieWasFound: (User/N)!!! hi!!! :D

regie19: lmao

undernite: (user/n) hello

melllohii: (USER/N) HELLO!! HOW ARE YOU DO YOUR SHOES NEED SHINING

Feonix: (User/N)!!

You laugh as Tommy's chat begins to spam your username. Tommy groans again, as he is once again knocked into the void.

Sparing a glance at his chat, he notices you username with a smile. "Ah, (User/N)! Nice of you to join us! You finally finish your 'school shit' or whatever you called it?"

You frowned. Opening up Discord, you decide to just hope in the VC he's 'chilling' (if you would even call it that, given all the yelling) in.

"Yo." You say, pushing the computer back. You move some of the papers around your desk.

"Hello- WHAT THE FUCK!" Hah. He probably fell into the void again.

The sudden shout makes you burst into laughter.

"Hey! Stop laughing, bitch! You're the one who was doing school work!"

You groan, trying (and succeeding, hopefully) to hide your internal panic. "Ugh. Don't remind me. I barely even understand half this shit. Fuckin' shapes and shit. Lines. Formulas. Other shit that probably isn't even that important."

"Sounds complicated."

"Fuck you."

"That was uncalled for."

"Whatever."

×××××

The two of you talked for a little bit longer, talking about topics completely unrelated to school, thankfully. (You think Tommy was doing that on purpose, so you honestly need to find some way to thank him for it.)

You then decided that you should really get back to studying, to which his chat was really sad about. Saying goodbye to his chat (and the Big Man himself), you exit Discord and close your laptop.

It wasn't too long before you got fed up with studying again. You just decide you're gonna head to bed. Hopefully, you'll be in a better mood tomorrow, and then you'll actually get something done.

×××××

With you out of the Discord call, Tommy turned to his camera.

"Alright, chat, serious talk from Big Man TommyInnit time. Need to ask a favour of you guys..."

×××××

You woke up.

Staring at the ceiling, you decide that you still aren't in the mood for studying.

You need to, though.

But maybe you could just scroll through Twitter or something before hand.

Upon opening the app, you're flooded instantly with words of appreciation. You begin to tear up. Why...?

Tommy.

He must've told his stream about all the stress you were under. With a smile you open up your messaging app.

child :]

bitch.

no <3

whatever. thanks, ig :rolling_eyes_emoji: /lh

np :)

#saturn.writes #tommyinnit x reader #platonic tommy x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #lmao i feel like people might be able to tell that one of my comfornt streamers is tommyinnit

[archies-litterbox]

Whumptober No. 2: Talking is Overrated

Garotte | choking | gagged

Summary: Zoe wakes up in rather inhospitable custody, as well as in magic-nullifying shackles. She wants nothing more than to make her escape as soon as possible without relying on anyone to find her, but the fatigue and headaches brought on by a certain nullifier cast in the metal of her chains makes that rather difficult. And to make matters worse (or better?), she’s not alone.

Words: 7k

A/N: Welcome to Day 2! This one is a much longer piece than Day 1, but I was actually working on this for like a week before I realized it fit one of the Day 2 prompts, so I figured it worked! (“Garotte” is italicized because although this is written for the theme “gagged”, garottes are mentioned coincidentally). The next piece is gonna be for another fandom, and I won’t get back to ToA until likely Day 4, but for now, I hope you enjoy! Also this may be from Zoe's POV, but be fooled not - Douxie's the one getting whumped the most here. I mean... you know me.

[CW: Kidnapping/Capture, Muzzle, Chains, Swearing, Creepy Whumper (Antagonist acts creepy to Zoe but never lays a hand on her)]

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It had been, by most conventional standards, not a particularly pleasant afternoon.

It started out fine for Zoe, going about her typical herb-collecting in the woods, but getting a sharp pain in her neck and waking up with cuffs on her wrists pretty much threw a wrench in things. The shackles were generously - as generous as shackles could get, anyway - tethered by a long chain to a stake in the ground, giving her enough length to lay back against a tree. Such was an opportunity she took without hesitation, for something - whether the sedative or some magic nullifier in her shackles - left her feeling drained. 

Drained, but not alone.

No, she woke up with another person in her predicament - another magic user, most likely, judging by the way that shackles were clamped on his wrists the same as hers, linked by a long chain to that same blasted stake in the ground.

But unlike her, he was unconscious. Whatever sedative they used must have been doing more of a number on the boy than it did to her. At least, that’s what she figured while the gangly kid laid knocked out on his side.

She decided not to wake him, instead resolving to try to think of a way out of this. Sure, hedge-witches were well-networked, and one of them was bound to track her down to this literal neck of the woods, if there was one thing Zoe Ashildr loathed, it was being at anyone’s mercy. The sooner she got herself out of here without waiting on anyone, the better.

As they sat around a campfire some meters away, the gang that must have been her and this guy’s captors didn’t even notice she was awake, and she hoped to keep it that way. The longer she wasn’t noticed, the longer she’d be left alone to think.

Well… to try to think, anyway, but it was hard to get any clever escape schemes going with the horrendous pounding behind her eyes.

Besides, her attempts to think through what almost might have been the start of a plan were interrupted by a groan beside her.

“Ooooh, Fuzzbuckets.”

...What was a fuzzbucket?

She’d been looking right at the ground at her feet before, but she shifted her gaze to the stirring boy next to her. Zoe couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Great, now she’d have to keep this kid calm, as if fighting through her brain fog wasn’t difficult enough on it’s own.

He lifted his head and sat up, still too dazed to realize his circumstances yet. But when he did, his big hazel eyes widened at the sight of the shackles on his wrists.

His eyebrows upturned, and he opened his mouth like he was going to scream, but Zoe reached out, almost lunging over to do so, and put a hand over his mouth before he could.

“Mh!” he squeaked behind her palm. His eyes were still widened for another second, but then they glanced down to her hands that were shackled just like his, and when he seemed to realize she was a fellow captive and not his captor, his eyebrows furrowed as if he were confused, if not a little affronted.

“The longer they go,” she whispered, nodding to the still-unawares gang that sat grumbling around their fire, “Without knowing you’re awake, the better. Don’t be loud.”

The boy nodded apprehensively and moved his head back to get away from her hand.

“What are we doing here?” he asked, fortunately lowering his voice.

“Right now…” she crossed her heels over each other, sitting back against the tree, “...sitting. And messing with these stupid shackles.”

He rubbed the side of his head, “How long have I…”

Zoe shrugged, “Beats me. Half an hour, at least - that’s how long it’s been since I woke up, anyway… what were you doing before?”

She wasn’t sure why she asked. His squeaking, even when he spoke quietly, was already worsening her headache.

Well, whatever - the question was out there.

The boy looked down to recollect what happened.

“Well… I was picking herbs. My master sent me out to do it. He’s probably in his study going,” he changed his voice to mimic what sounded like a surly old man, “Hisirdoux, what’s taking so long? They’re easy to spot, even for you!”

Zoe tilted her head, “Hisirdoux, huh?”

He nodded, as if remembering he hadn’t thought to introduce himself yet, “Hisirdoux Casperan! Apprentice to Merlin. But I like going by Douxie. It’s shorter, and people usually don’t sound like they’re scolding me.”

Ugh, great. 

Not only was she chained here, but she was stuck with an apprentice for a wizard synonymous with snuck-up snobbery.

“I was doing the same thing. Looks like that’s how they got the drop on both of us.”

Douxie - it was better, she admitted, and much less pretentious-sounding than Hisirdoux - tilted his head, “Don’t you have a name?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter.” she said.

“Come on, I told you my name.”

“Not like I asked for it.”

Douxie scrunched up his face in an adora-

NO.

Douxie scrunched up his face in a definitely-not-adorable pout.

“Fine, be all secret-y.” He curled his legs up and hugged them close to his chest with his shackled arms.

And that’s what she wanted to do. She didn’t want to say anything beyond what she had to say to Douxie. Not only was she apprehensive - for all she knew, he was some sniveling kid that knew just as much of the struggle of surviving as a magic user outside the sheltered walls of the castle as that privileged Arthurian toolbag did, which couldn’t have been much - but names were risky. If someone knew your name, they knew how to ask around for you. And she tried avoiding that as much as she could. If Douxie wanted to introduce himself, that was him, not her.

There was more she had to worry about besides introductions. Thinking of a plan… getting these cuffs off… not freezing…

She tried to tuck her hands under her underarms as best she could. These shackles drained her energy, and in addition to her magic’s obsoletion and the awful headache, it made her get cold easily in these woods, under the shade.

“...Are you cold?”

She turned her head to Douxie, who looked genuinely concerned. As skeptical as she was, she nodded.

“Not like I can whip up a fire… neither can you, so don’t try it.” she quickly added, holding up a pointer finger, “Draining Dust in the shackles. It’d just hurt.”

His eyebrows upturned, and he took a shaky breath. Merlin must have told him how poisonous it could be if it gets in the system.

“It’s toxic…” he mumbled, “It… it’s poison.”

“It’s not too bad just in the cuffs.” she said, almost to reassure him, “It shouldn’t actually poison you unless it gets in your system. Maybe if they rub against a cut, or something. Don’t worry about it - there’s enough to be scared of right now.”

Douxie nodded, swallowing, looking at her arms before glancing down at his hands.

“If your hands are cold… I could…”

He blushed, hesitation choking him up as he shook his head, leaning back against a tree of his own, next to the one Zoe was using for support.

“Agh, never mind.”

He tapped the back of his head against the bark, squishing his… manbun when he did.

“What do they even want?”

Zoe shrugged.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” she said, “For all I know, we could be going off to the highest-paying witchfinder… I just hope they don’t want our magic.”

“Well, they obviously don’t want it right now.” Douxie grumbled, shaking his cuffs. Assuming him to be truly clueless, rather than purposefully obtuse, she shook her head.

“I mean to do their dirty work. Keep the cuffs on until they need a spell or something, make us do it. We end up like vessels.”

Douxie looked down.

“Oh…”

Zoe stared down at her cuffed hands in her lap.

“I don’t think there’d be anything worse.” she huffed, “That’s the thing about everyone who hates magic. They say they want it eradicated, pushed out of their sight, crushed underfoot… until it helps them get what they want. Then they rip it from whoever they want, autonomy be forsaken.”

“And what if that’s…” Douxie asked, obviously worried now that he considered the prospect of being forced to use his magic against his will.

“...I'd rather they just get rid of me.” Zoe said, “Maybe taunt them until they do. No way they're getting my magic… especially not with these on.”

She lifted her shackled hands.

Douxie lolled his head back against his tree again.

“Urgh, it feels like they’re making me sick…” he whined, “I’ve got an awful headache.”

“Me too.” Zoe groaned, “Thought it was just from hearing you all along.”

Something panged her heart when she saw the way the boy’s eyebrows upturned. It wasn’t from the shackles, but something else… remorse.

“Ugh... sorry.” She lolled her head back against the tree for what felt like the fiftieth time this afternoon. “Uncalled for.” The apology felt foreign coming from her throat.

But Douxie only shrugged, “‘Salright. I’m notorious for causing headaches. And spills. And spikes in blood pressure. Merlin says so…”

His eyes widened with hope - faith, even, an odd thing - shining in his eyes.

“Merlin! He’ll find us! He’ll know I’m missing.”

Zoe rolled her eyes. Did he really have that much faith in that Arthurian toolbag?

“Sure.” She huffed. Douxie's eyebrows upturned.

“Come on… don’t you have anyone who'll miss you?”

Zoe lifted her head.

“A lot of people, actually. Hedge witches are pretty well-networked.” she said, immediately wanting to bite her tongue for mentioning what she was.

Douxie looked like he had stars in his eyes, which was… not the reaction she expected. She thought Merlin would have led him to think hedge witches were lesser in comparison to pristine magicians who managed to slither their way into King Arthur’s begrudging tolerance, but Douxie seemed… impressed? In awe?

“A hedge witch?” he asked in admiration, careful to keep his voice down. It caused a flutter in her heart that she wanted to beat down with a stick, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that could’ve come with her being flustered, so she nodded.

“One goes missing, the rest pick up on it. Just a matter of tracking down from there…”

Douxie’s mouth formed an “O” and his eyes widened, like he had an idea (which must have been something of a rarity, if this afternoon was anything to go off of).

“Oooh, like a game!” he said, “It’s just like waiting to see who gets here first! Guess we’d both win though, ‘cause we’d… y’know…” he lifted his hands, “Not have these on anymore…”

...Wow, he was an idiot.

“Yeah, sure. A game.” she said, sardonic, “Whoever’s people show up to save our sorry butts first wins.”

It was quiet for a little while after that. Zoe still kept trying to think up an escape plan, despite the headache that messed with her head, and Douxie had either gotten the hint that she wasn’t too giddy for conversation, or he’d grown too worried of his predicament for words.

Judging by the way he sat curled up, hugging his knees against his chest as he stared down at the grass, it might have been the latter.

Douxie’s head snapped up at a noise - one that made Zoe’s heart spike as she whipped her head forward; the sound of one of their captors heading over to them.

He was one of four of them, the other four still sitting around their fire and blathering on with cantines abound in their hands, and he was quite the nasty specimen. Big, burly, greasy-looking, but pretty typical, as far as most people who would kidnap two teenagers out on errands tended to look. He glowered down at Zoe, not paying the curled up moppet next to her much attention.

“You’re awake.” he said to her.

She leaned back against the tree, unimpressed.

“Took you and your drinking buddies long enough to notice.” she said, “It’s bad enough you chained us here, but seriously, you’re going to keep us waiting?”

Douxie, still curled up and now shaking, glanced between her and the… bandit, she wanted to presume? These kinds of guys were always bandits, or something.

The man scoffed, “Rather confident for a hedge witch.”

Zoe tilted her head, “Mm… nah, we’re all pretty much this cocky. What do you want? I was in the middle of something back there.”

“And I was too! Something very important!” Douxie squawked. Zoe grit her teeth.

This isn’t the time to try to be included!

“What you’re in the middle of now,” the supposed bandit said, “is a trip to a rather high-paying witchfinder.”

Wow, she thought, I hit the nail on the head. Great. Can I hit this guy on the head too, while I’m at it?

(But she couldn’t.)

Zoe huffed, “If he’s sending you around, then he’s not much of a witchfinder, is he? I mean, he didn’t even find me, a witch - you did.”

“So, er…” Douxie started, “He’s more of a… send-weird-bad-guys-to-find-witches...er.”

Zoe looked at him for a beat, confused by how much of an idiot he was. Really, he kept surprising her in this respect.

The bandit turned his head to Douxie, too.

“Actually, me and my boys-”

“My boys and I.” Zoe corrected, earning a growl.

“-weren’t sent out to find a witch.”

Zoe didn’t understand, and by the looks of it, neither did Douxie.

“Nah, the guy said he’d pay a rather high price for the apprentice to, say, Merlin Ambrosius…”

Douxie’s eyebrows upturned as he shrunk into himself. Wait, he’d been demanded? Then… what about Zoe?

The man turned to her, as if to answer her question.

“But when we saw a pretty little hedge witch going about nearby…”

Zoe’s stomach turned. Her magic, however suppressed, instinctively thrummed at her fingertips in an attempt at defense. She didn’t let it show how much it burned.

“...Why not get more out of the deal?”

So… she was the one that was just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Zoe almost felt a little insulted, but it was drowned out by anger and, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, fear.

“If the “more” that you want is a bunch of hedge-witches after the sorry, ugly mugs of you and your “boys”, then go for it.” she said, keeping her voice cool despite clasping her hands to suppress the magic that would only hurt her, as long as those cuffs were on.

The hunter huffed, “I’d take the chance, I think. Worth the money.”

He knelt down. If Zoe could’ve backed against the tree any further, she would have. She gripped the chains on her shackles, wondering how good of a garotte the chain between them would make.

“I mean, I don’t see why anyone would turn that down…” his voice was lower now, and Zoe hated that. She really, really hated that.

“Maybe because they don’t have deathwishes.” she said, much more shaky than her liking as the man leered at her. “Do you?”

He brought up a hand.

“...Maybe I d-”

“DON’T TOUCH HER!”

It all happened so fast.

The screech next to her that sounded so unlike the quivering moppet from the past hour.

The slinking of chains moving fast against the ground.

The thumping of feet getting up on the grass.

The blur of brown, blue, and black that moved to her right.

The yowl from the hunter.

The last thing to finally catch up to her senses was a shocking sight, even more so than her own electric magic.

It was the fury in those hazel eyes as Douxie’s jaws clamped down hard on the hunter’s hand.

Zoe dove away from the scene, but mostly the hunter, as much as the chains allowed. Getting out of the space between those two and the tree, she got right to her feet. She wanted to shout something, do something, but she was too shocked by the scene for words. Here he was, some boy who she thought was a pretentious whiny little moppet who couldn’t do anything without Merlin’s approval, huffing and almost growling with his teeth locked onto the man’s hand like a dog’s on a piece of meat.

But as daring (and stupid, and possibly a tad feral) Douxie had been, he was light and gangly, and the hunter swinging his arm hard was enough to slam Douxie’s head against the tree, stunning him so his jaw opened so the hunter could pull his hand away.

Zoe hated that sound of skull meeting wood, and it made her wince, but it wasn’t as bad as the cry from Douxie. It seemed that ferocity was dormant now, smacked out of him as he lay slumped against the tree, somehow still conscious.

“What the hell…” she panted, still standing still as the weight of her shackles pulled her arms down, “What did you do?”

But, for once, Douxie didn’t say anything back.

“So, the little stray Merlin took in has a bite, now does he?” He said, kicking Douxie in the side on the emphasized word. The boy whimpered, grimacing with blood on his teeth, and with every ounce of the self-preservation that had been ingrained in her, Zoe fought tooth and nail against the urge to protect him. He was a stranger, just a kid caught up in the same messed-up predicament she was. It didn’t matter if he got himself in more danger than he was already in for her sake; she had no loyalty to him, and even if she did, her loyalty to herself was greater.

“...Well, I have something for that.”

But her stomach still dropped when she heard that.

The other three of the captors had already been running over, and when they got to their leader, he held out his hand. Without a word, one of the lackeys rummaged around in a bag for something that, whatever it was, Zoe desperately - no, why desperately? Why was she desperate for Douxie’s sake? - hoped he wouldn’t find.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, panting, her feet still planted to the ground.

The leader of the hunters, who still towered over Douxie, grabbed a fistfull of hair on the back of his head and yanked his bun loose.

“What you always use for dogs who can’t help but bite.”

The realization hit Zoe like a smack to the face. She started shaking her head, however minute the action was.

A second later, the realization apparently hit Douxie too, judging by the way his eyes widened and his breath quickened.

Both of them darted their eyes to the lackey with the bag, both knowing what he was looking for and hoping to anything they could that he wouldn’t find it.

But a damning “Aha!” from him all-but-confirmed their fear only a second before he pulled it out.

Zoe saw the straps. She saw the metal clasps. She saw -

Oh, no no no-

She saw the piece of metal that all the straps connected to; that was big enough and shaped just right that it could - no, it would cover the lower half of Douxie’s face and curve just under the chin to keep his jaw clamped shut.

A muzzle.

“NO!”

The scream/plea from Zoe sounded foreign to her, but she didn’t care. Laying eyes on that thing made her own, and she tried lunging forward, just like Douxie did for her, but two of the lackeys stopped her before she could take as much as three steps. They held onto her arms, both stopping her from moving forward and making her cuffed hands dig into her abdomen the more she thrashed against their hold, but she didn’t care. Not as her heels dug against the ground, not as the fabric of her dress sleeves chaffed against her sleeves with how tight the hold on her was, and not as magic thrummed under her skin despite the cuffs.

Douxie curled up and shook his head, clamping his hands over his mouth as if to block the muzzle from being put on. But once the leader had the muzzle in one hand, he used the other to yank on the chain for Douxie’s shackles to pull both the boy closer and to and pull his hands away from his face, stomping on the chain to keep it pinned. Douxie’s hands were forced down now, a mere inch or two off the ground, but even though he was practically stuck on his knees, he kept trying, trying, trying to tug himself away.

“No, no, no! Don’t! Please don’t!” Douxie pleaded.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Zoe screamed, louder than him. It probably wasn’t a good idea to scream at the man holding a muzzle, but she didn’t care. Not while she thrashed and tried pushing forward and yanking her way out of the grip of the men on either side of her.

Until a blade to Douxie’s throat made both him and Zoe go still.

Douxie froze, save for the sharp rise and fall of his chest, and Zoe stopped her thrashing in an instant. The one who’d rummaged around and found the muzzle in the first place was the one holding it, and the angered look in the leader’s eyes made the demand clear:

“Stay still and shut up, both of you, or he gets his throat slit.”

Zoe shook with anger, but stayed still on her feet, glowering at the man so she didn’t have to look right at Douxie.

But she could still see him.

Douxie was just as frozen as her, shaking more with fear than Zoe’s fury, until he tried to shy away from the blade on his neck (and inadvertently pressed his head closer to the man with that damn contraption in his hands), minutely shaking his head.

But when the one holding the blade put it closer to his throat, pressing it against the skin with enough force that so much as a mere twitch would cut him, he went limp (as much as his trembling allowed), squeezed his eyes shut, and nodded minutely - a silent resignation, a nonverbal “I won’t move, just don’t hurt me.”

Zoe closed her eyes, too. The sting of tears was overpowering, and she couldn’t… she couldn’t bear to watch.

“He’ll kill you.” she heard Douxie hiss, “Merlin will kill you, he’ll kill-”

A sharp intake of breath and a muffled whimper made Zoe’s stomach twist, especially when no more sound followed but those of tightening straps and the “chk” of a lock.

Zoe never thought a sound could hurt so much to hear.

Fortunately, oh so fortunately, the leader went back to his fire, and the others followed suit.

When the men on either side of her let her go, the first thing she did was fall to the ground. The way she unconsciously tried using her magic despite the nullifier winded her, so she ended up kneeling on the grass, further staining the skirt of her dress as she stared at the unfocused green mess underneath her.

She wanted to think that was the reason, anyway. Definitely not because of what she knew she’d see once she lifted her head.

But when she heard Douxie’s shaky breathing through his nose - the only way he could breathe, she knew - she straightened up and looked at him. How could she not?

For the first time today, Zoe realized that all she wanted to do was cry.

His mouth and some of his cheeks were covered by dark, dark grey metal that spread ear to ear, reaching just up to his nose. It was likely cast with Draining Dust, just like the cuffs on both their wrists that shared it’s hue. Two little straps on either side of his nose met at it’s bridge, with a ring that had another strap coming from it, too - one that stretched all the way down the middle of the top of his head (hence why the leader tugged his bun loose). Two straps, one on either side of Douxie’s jaw, met the end of that strap at the back of Douxie’s head, Zoe reasonably guessed. Just as well, she assumed that locking noise she heard was the lock being put on back there.

But guessing was all she could do about that, because she wasn’t looking there. No, all she could look at was his face - at the eyes of the muzzled boy that stared at her like he didn’t know what to say, even if he could speak.

In those heavy-lidded hazel pockets of quiet desperation, nearly hidden by messy strands of black hair, Zoe saw what she could only describe as the poor man’s despondence - so close to being checked out of all this, but not quite there, not quite lucky enough to lose awareness of the situation.

She got closer, so she sat on her knees right in front of him while he stared at the ground. She felt more at a loss for what to say than Douxie, even though she was the only one out of the two of them that could say anything.

“He… you…” she started, but none of the words felt right.

Douxie’s eyes drew up to hers, as if he just realized she was in front of her.

And his breathing picked up, and his eyes widened, as if, although he knew there was a muzzle on his face, the realization sunk in, like fangs into skin, that there was a fucking muzzle on his face.

Desperately, he brought his hands to his head, yanking at the straps in desperation only made quiet by the very thing making him desperate. After a second or two, he forwent pulling at the leather bindings in favor of pulling at the metal on his face, almost digging his fingers underneath it and starting to scratch his face in the process as he clawed near-hysterically at it, making high-pitched whining noises behind the muzzle. His eyes weren’t heavy-lidded anymore. No, they were like a wild animal’s (a resemblance only furthered by the muzzle), wide with the fact that he needed, needed, needed to get it off.

But he couldn’t. Not like this.

“Wait! Stop!” she grabbed his hands, and pulled them down. “You might cut your face! You’d only make it worse!”

The image popped into her mind of somehow, some-bloody-how, traces of that nullifying powder ending up in his blood, and if he got poisoned on top of all of this…

No, she couldn’t bear to think of it.

Douxie tried pulling his hands back, but however gentle Zoe was, she was firm in keeping them away from his face.

It took a few moments, but eventually, his attempts in vain subsided and his arms relaxed… only to start trembling with the rest of his body.

The whimpers and whines from before were nothing compared to the keening wail he let out as the futility of his struggling let in, made all the more awful by how muffled it was; as his torso lurched forward and his head hung low.

(Now, Zoe got a good look at the lock binding all the straps together, but she didn’t pay it much mind.)

Douxie let go of her hands in favor of balling his own into fists, but she still felt his tears fall on her arms as he started to sniffle.

No, no, not good. If started crying any harder, and his nose stuffed up, he wouldn’t be able to breathe through his nose due to the congestion and… well, obviously he wouldn’t be able to breathe any other way. And the last thing she wanted to count on - even less so than that armored, bearded, weird-metal-head-plated embodiment of pretentiousness caring enough to send help for his errand boy - was these guys being merciful and trading the muzzle for something more breathable, let alone just leaving him ungagged.

No, it was too much of a risk.

“No, no, no, no. Don’t cry. Please.” It only made Douxie sob behind the metal again, the thought of something else being taken, but she explained, “If you cry, you might plug up your nose. You’ll suffocate.”

But that only scared him more, she realized as his eyes widened, his eyebrows upturning as he shook his head again, whining behind the metal that made the sound near-inaudible. She put her hands to either side of Douxie’s face, despite herself, despite the coldness she carried with her like a switchblade.

Douxie put his hands over hers. She tried to ignore the flutter in her heart - anything to help him get grounded.

“I need you to breathe. I need you to take deep breaths for me, and I need you not to cry. Just - just keep that nose of yours cleared up, okay?” She rubbed her thumbs over the little bit of his cheeks still uncovered by cruel, horrendous metal. “Can you do that for me, Douxie?”

Douxie’s eyebrows raised, and he seemed to relax a little with a certain realization - one that made Zoe fight back heat in her cheeks…

That was the first time today she’d called him Douxie.

And it was enough to help calm him down; to help his breathing slow, and to help the tension leave his body, even if it was just a little bit.

His eyes became heavy-lidded again, and however strange it sounds, Zoe thought it was a relief. It meant that he’d calmed down; that he was less of that frenzied, near-wild person from moments before and more of that moppety boy he’d been all this time.

Really, it was hard to believe they were even the same person, and if Zoe hadn’t seen it for herself, she wouldn’t have.

And even now, she still couldn’t wrap her head around the way he clamped down on that man’s hand, biting like a wild animal. It wasn’t his being daringly stupid - or stupidly daring? - that unnerved her, but the way he’d been as such…

How was she supposed to expect that from anyone? Especially Merlin Ambrosius’ sniveling errand boy?

“Why…” she huffed, “Why did you do that?”

Douxie couldn’t rightly answer, but he gestured to their captors again, bringing up a shaky hand to do it. Looks like Zoe would have to fill in the blanks.

“You…”

She sighed.

“You just didn’t want him to hurt me, did you?”

Douxie nodded, his head lolling with each motion because of the weight from the metal across half his face.

“...You know,” she started, “If he got close enough, I would’ve just tried using these chains as a garrote.”

Douxie tilted his head, mumbling something unintelligible in confusion.

“Something you wrap around someone’s neck to choke them out.” she explained and shrugged, “...Probably wouldn’t have worked, anyway.”

Douxie shrugged, noncommittal.

“I didn’t expect that from you, but I guess that goes without saying, huh?”

The look Douxie gave her was almost deadpan - enough to let her know that was the wrong choice of words. Oops.

“Heh, sorry…”

When she realized her hands were still on his face, a realization that made a pink tint come to her own cheeks (the same hue she’d eventually dye her hair, which was still brown now), she started taking them off…

...But Douxie put his hands on hers with a muffled whine.

“M’kay…” she gently rubbed under his eyes again, “Alright…”

She humored him, kept her hands on his cheeks. Not because she pitied him, or felt like she owed him for that stupid way he leaped and bit for her sake, but… he was scared, and if she let it show - if she brought forth even a sliver of the fear she felt today, he wouldn’t hesitate to comfort her, just like he didn’t hesitate when that bandit brought his hand up...

And she couldn’t turn down that sad look of helplessly quiet desperation in his eyes, no matter how much she wanted to.

Zoe sighed.

She wasn’t much for reassurance, but for his sake…

“...We’ll be okay.”

Douxie cast his gaze down, clearly not believing the statement as much as she did (even though earlier, the inverse was true). No, no no no - he couldn’t get discouraged; Zoe couldn’t let him.

“I mean it.” she insisted,  “You’re Merlin’s errand boy, right?”

Douxie mumbled something - a correction, a muffled “apprentice” - behind the metal clamped cruelly over his mouth.

“Then he’ll know you’re missing, and he’ll come for you. And the hedge-witches will come for me. Like a game, remember? Like you said?”

Douxie nodded, a little of the light returning to his eyes, as if he were happy that Zoe remembered what he said so naively earlier.

But despite that light… Zoe could tell that Douxie was exhausted.

“...It makes you more tired, doesn’t it?” she said, and it was obvious what “it” was. Douxie nodded, moving her hands with the motion. Of course it did - again, it didn’t take much to reasonably assume that it was cast with Draining Dust, just like the shackles, and now that more of it was on him, it just made him more miserable… 

Douxie moved his head out of her hands and started to lay down on the ground, but he still looked miserable, curling his arms around himself and curling his legs. And Zoe couldn’t take it. If she had any way of making him more comfortable…

...Well, at the very least, she had an idea.

“Sit up, Douxie,” she said to the boy that lay curled up next to her. Obviously a little confused, he sat up so he sat up and put his heels underneath him.

Zoe stretched her legs out and gauged, just by looking, how well her arms could fit around him. Even with his vest, he was rather skinny, and her arms were long, so she figured it would work. 

“I have an idea. I can try to make it a bit more comfortable.” she held her hands up, “Can I…”

Douxie didn’t look like he knew what she’d try to do, but he nodded all the same.

Her back had been laying up against the tree before, but she sat up a bit to get closer to Douxie - close enough to raise her shackled arms and put them over his head and down so they lay somewhat loose around his torso, like she was hugging him from behind. 

He looked a little confused, but didn’t recoil, so she laid back against the tree and gently pulled Douxie with her, so the back of his head laid against her shoulder, and he could rest it there, against the softness of the cloth that made up her dress.

And that’s what she did. As much as he still didn’t seem to get this (and to be fair, Zoe didn’t get why she was doing this, whatever this was, either) and his arms were somewhat pinned to his sides by the embrace, he still seemed relaxed.

“How’s this?” she asked, “If you don’t like it, I can-”

Douxie brought up his own shackled hands, his arms still sort of pinned to his sides by Zoe's embrace, to hold hers, only nestling further against her.

It was a clear enough answer - one that made Zoe feel relieved that she wouldn’t have to let go of him. She hated that relief, as good as it felt. It meant that if she did have to let him go, if something took him from her arms, it would hurt. And that knowledge - the looming threat of that pain - was dangerous.

But she found that right now, for once today, there was little she could bring herself to hate.

“Oh… ‘kay.” she rubbed one of his fingers with her thumb, “Okay…”

Despite the way one of the straps of Douxie’s muzzle - which she wanted nothing more than to blast right off - dug against her collarbone, the slow, steady breathing against her helped calm her as much as her hold calmed Douxie.

Zoe laid her head back against the tree, feeling fatigue weigh on her own eyelids once again.

“...It’s Zoe, y’know.”

Douxie lifted his head a little and looked up at her, “Mmh?”

Zoe brought her gaze, which lay aimlessly at the sky above the forest, down to the boy in her arms.

“You asked my name before.” she said, “It’s Zoe.”

When he seemed to finally understand what she was referring to, he hummed in contentment and squinted his eyes a little - the closest thing he could convey to a smile.

Zoe tried to ignore the way her heart fluttered, trying to at least keep any traces of it off her face.

Douxie closed his eyes and nestled his head against her again.

...She was just tired. That’s all this was. It was the cuffs, the stress, the circumstances. They were the only reasons she felt her heart warm when he saw that he looked content, despite the shackles on his wrists and godawful contraption clamped on his face; the only causes for her relief that his tears were drying under his closed eyes, his pretty lashes. Certainly, it wasn’t because he’d managed to make himself someone who meant something to her, to bumble his way through her barriers. And most definitely, it was not because she loved-

DAMN IT.

Zoe sighed, as if in defeat, and rested her head atop Douxie’s.

“Let’s just… sleep.”

“Mhm…”

And that’s what they did.

--

Zoe woke up some twenty minutes later, she guessed. It got chillier, and apparently, she’d been asleep long enough for thick clouds to form overhead. She hoped it wouldn’t rain - it was the last thing she needed.

She looked down at Douxie, and of course, he was still asleep. Her arms ached a little - something that would have driven her up a wall before - but she didn’t mind much now. Not while she listened to his slow, quiet breaths as his chest rose and fell in her hold.

Zoe huffed, grateful that the boy's breathing was still clear; she didn't calm him down earlier just for his nose to stuff up now.

She could hear footsteps - hulking, stomping steps - come her way. As her stomach dropped, her gaze picked up. She steeled it when she saw the leader of those damn hunters standing over her, glowering. He was pissed, and over what? Over the fact that she tried to comfort Douxie when he made the child miserable?

Gritting her teeth, she held Douxie a little tighter. Not enough to make him stir. Instinctively, she could feel her hands burn as her magic tried to surge to her fingertips, an unconscious attempt brought forth not of desperation, but of resolve.

Just like Douxie protected her, Zoe would protect him, even if she had to shatter these shackles and set this whole forest alight with a lightning strike to do it.

And when that bastard reached down to Douxie, she feared it would come to that.

...but it didn’t.

With a blast of a green magic poofing out around him like an aura, the man froze. That same green hue of magic surged down both her and Douxie’s chains, and when it reached their cuffs, they snapped right open.

With a sigh she felt like she’d been holding in since she first woke up here, Zoe’s hands relaxed and fell to her side, free of that godawful metal.

Naturally, they also dropped Douxie, who, without that little support, flopped on her lap. Thankfully, his head landed on his side, rather than directly on that lock on the muzzle, which hadn’t been affected by that blast of magic and still remained clamped on his face. The last thing anyone needed was the lock getting damaged to where unlocking it would be impossible.

“Mh!” His eyes snapped open, and his eyes darted around in confusion. Zoe couldn’t blame him. Once he seemed to realize his cuffs were off, he rubbed at his aggravated wrists. Zoe couldn’t blame him for that either.

She looked up at the still… still man in front of her.

“He’s frozen.” she said and leaned to the side to see that the same quick work of immobilization had been done to the rest of the hunters, “They all are.”

Douxie lifted his head, as trying a task it was, and he squinted when he saw the green aura around the hunter and the bright green cracks surging through their old chains like glowing veins, as if inspecting - trying to figure out if this was real. If he could really hope.

But Zoe knew he could.

“Looks like he found you first, didn’t he?” she asked.

And seconds later, she heard new footsteps getting closer this time - armored, urgent footsteps - and she knew that she was right.

“Hisirdoux!” Zoe heard a grouchy old man’s voice call out. Of course, he sounded just like that silly impersonation Douxie did of him earlier.

Speaking of Douxie (which he still couldn’t do at all yet), the boy sat up as fast as he could. Swaying with the extra weight on his head, he got up so he was sitting on his knees, and he whined in an odd mix of desperation and relief behind the metal over his mouth, as if - after the horrible, awful afternoon this had been - Merlin Ambrosius could not get over to him fast enough.

“Heh…” Zoe huffed to herself, rubbing her own wrists. Really, she thought her fellow hedge-witches would track her down in these woods way faster than anyone from that ever-pristine castle, but that didn’t matter. A rescue was a rescue.

“Looks like you won.”

#whumptober2021 #no.2 #fanfic #captured #whump #tales of arcadia #toa #zouxie #douxie #toa zoe #hisirdoux casperan #zoe ashildr #pretty sure if i tag it with the bolded prompt it'll get flagged so (:

[tsuk0mii]

Fate’s Choice

pairings: zhongli x gn!reader

cw. angst, character death, blood, and injury

note: Hello everyone! I’m a new writer and a new user to tumblr so i am vv confused, this my very first fic and i’m still practicing on how to improve it! I struggle with my masterlist as of now but I do have a few fics on hold! I hope you like this fic of mine (╥﹏╥)

"Is this... it..?"

You murmur against the Geo Archon's arms, he shook his head repeatedly, tears pricking at his beautiful amber eyes, you'd always been entranced by those antique jewel-like eyes, shining bright at the night sky and gleam slighly everytime you greet him with a smile, not noticing the faint pink decorating his cheeks. You wanted to laugh at the thought but only ended up groaning at the pain.

"I-It's alright y/n... Just focus on me... Please..?" A tear escaped his eyes as you weakly caressed his damp cheek, you never thought for once that even moving your body would be so difficult, you never knew how much it would hurt, "Ugh- I wish I had more time to be with you Zhongli.."

You coughed up a bit of blood by the end of your sentence but still smiled warmly at him with tears in your eyes, Zhongli looked at you with horror and despair swimming in his amber hues. "Please y/n... Don't go." Your eyes start going blurry and you hear your mother calling for you. Ah yes, my mother… I wonder how my sibling is doing... Your eyes feel heavy at this point, you're just too tired to keep them open. 

"I... I p-promise I'll find you..." He sniffled, the fire burning in his radiant amber eyes turning dull, "No matter how many more years, centuries, or decades it'll take, I-I love you.." He whispered the last part, you lay dumbfounded trying to comprehend what he had just said, but nevertheless let it go, too tired to even think about it.

You smile weakly at his promise, knowing he's still too occupied with his duties to look for you in the future, not being able to hear what he meant. "Mhm, I know you w-will." You smiled at him for one last time, the clouds make the sunrise in Liyue look more beautiful than it usually would. The slow rising of the sun shows how the end of your journey starts with another one, oh, how can it be so beautiful. Sunrises always made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, positivity surges through you and you almost forget the fact you're not alone. 

You stare at the sky filled with the warm colors of red, orange, and yellow mixed with the nightly colors of blue, violet, and a light touch of peach. Stars were still twinkling disappearing yet again to space. You feel your body start to go numb as you see small particles flowing from your body. Oh, you're fading, I guess this really is it. "Farewell, Zhongli, my best friend..." And as you fade into the abyss, Zhongli clutched your now dissipating body in his arms, sobbing and whispering many things he wanted to do with you when you'd return. Maybe he never was meant to love, at least not in this timeline.

Reblogs are very much appreciated <3

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli angst #zhongli x you #zhongli #HI HELLO #I'M VV NEW TO TUMBLR AND TO WRITING SO I'M SORRY IF IT'S BAD #idk how tumblr works #i'm disappointed #this is so bad bye #i'm never writing again /j #idk how to write help #hope y'all like it <3 #yui.fics

[recurring-polynya]

For Stuff For Renji's Birthday Prompts: 1) time travel turn back the clock nonsense, bc I'm an enabler and Karakura teens plus shithead Renruki teens has *Byakuya voice* strong comedic potential OR 2) Hisana lives but due to wacky circumstances, nobody notices Rukia's existence at the Academy... until they've graduated and Renruki have joined Squad 11. Dealer's choice! (Honestly whichever you pick, I might try writing the one you don't. I am not a writer these 2 just live in my head rent free)

Why would you make me choose between these, whyyyyyyyyyy?

To be honest, I almost did them both, but this was the second one I did, and I figured that I should probably do some other people’s prompts, and then I ran out of time. I might do you some time travel shenanigans later. (This should in no way stop you from writing these, I would flip my chips if you wrote something, let alone something based on my horrible ideas)

In any case, I couldn’t resist the second options and I have spun it out into a delightful bit of Byakuya-torture. Please enjoy!!!

Special thanks to @kaicko for helping me come up with the clerical error, because you all know me, I can’t just say “a clerical error.” 😂

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“How is the tea?” Aizen Sousuke asked smoothly.

The tea was excellent, but Byakuya wasn’t in the mood for Aizen’s needy attempts to ingratiate himself. “Adequate,” he replied dryly. “You said you had something to discuss with me.”

“Ah, diligent as always, Byakuya,” Aizen sighed, “always eager to get back to work. I’ll get to the point: I happened to speak with your wife recently at a fundraising event. She’s very interested in the people of the deep Rukon, and said she travels to South Rukongai frequently.”

Byakuya narrowed his eyes. “What is your point?”

“Well, I thought it was a bit of a strange occupation for a woman of your wife’s noble standing, but then Gin reminded me that she was actually from there herself, that there had been a bit of a to-do when you two married. I don’t tend to follow gossip myself--”

“I repeat, what is your point?” Byakuya gritted your teeth.

Aizen made a pissy little throat clearing noise and fiddled with a folder on his desk. “The fact is, Byakuya, your wife reminds me a great deal of a young woman who served in my squad a few years ago, whom I recalled also hailing from the Rukon. I wondered if there might be a.... connection.”

Byakuya’s shoulders stiffened. Impossible. He had put watches on all immigrants to the Seireitei. He would have reviewed anyone who came from the South 78th.

“Inuzuri Rukia,” Aizen read from his file, and Byakuya’s blood ran cold. “Shin’ou class of 2066. Unseated. Petite, like your wife. Dark hair. Very striking eyes. Unfortunately, an unremarkable shinigami. Potential for a good kidou user, but didn’t take direction well. More interested in sword combat, although she had little aptitude for it. Ah, here it is. Hometown: District 48, South Rukongai.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Byakuya said flatly. “Inuzuri is the 78th district of South Rukongai. Why would she carry a surname from a different district?”

Aizen made an exaggerated frown. “Very strange! A clerical error perhaps? Hold on a moment.” He stuck his head out of his office door and said something to the shinigami on reception duty. “Fortunately, there’s an easy way to clear this up. It’ll just be a minute.”

Byakuya gripped his teacup, unsure of how to feel. A clerical error. Class of 2066… she would have enrolled in 2060, in the middle of Hisana’s worst turn, when she had been bedridden for nearly four years. Their attention would have lapsed. It made sense.

“She does not sound like your usual recruit,” Byakuya accused. Aizen was constantly finding ways to skim the highest performers from the Academy, all the gifted children.

Aizen looked sheepish. “Ah, well, you see, there was a young man of some talent that I was eager to recruit who was… attached to her. I thought she might have some potential if properly guided, but it never panned out.”

Aizen’s good deed was suddenly beginning to make sense. The girl had transferred out and taken Aizen’s prize with her. He wanted Byakuya to go fetch her away in hopes that the talented one would come home. Byakuya actually felt much better now that he’d identified Aizen’s ulterior motive, and further, that it had more to do with his own petty recruiting schemes than Byakuya’s family (specifically, Byakuya’s wife).

There was a knock at the office door, and upon being bid entry, a young woman walked in. Although indeed petite and dark-haired, she looked nothing like Hisana, and Byakuya remarked as much.

“Oh, no, this is my Seventh Seat!” Aizen chuckled. “Miss Hinamori, you were friends with Inuzuri Rukia, isn’t that correct?”

The young woman’s eyes had gone wide when she recognized Byakuya. “Er, yes, sir,” she said, her eyes darting between the two captains. “We shared a room while she served here.”

“Do you happen to remember what district she was from?” Aizen asked in an overly friendly manner.

“Oh, sure, it was South 78,” Hinamori replied. “Inuzuri, of course.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know all the outermost ones,” Aizen said in his goofy voice again. “Her paperwork says 48.”

Hinamori’s brow furrowed for a moment and then her face brightened. “She and Abarai had very heavy accents when they first came to the Academy, and used a lot of deep Rukongai language quirks. I don’t remember all of it, but they both used to use ‘shichi’ instead of ‘nana’ for seven, especially when referring to their district. They weren’t very fond of their home district. I wonder if the registrar misheard.”

“Well, there you go!” Aizen said, slapping his hands on his desk. “A very logical explanation!”

Hinamori beamed.

Byakuya found Aizen’s need to be liked by his subordinates very unprofessional and off-putting, but he tried to push it aside. He was trying not to be too eager, but this was probably the best lead he’d had on Hisana’s sister in all the years they had been searching. “Where is she now?” he grumbled.

Aizen turned his doe eyes on his fawning subordinate once more. “I don’t suppose you still keep in touch? She couldn’t have lasted very long there, they must have transferred again?”

Hinamori made a face like she didn’t want to say the answer. “I’m afraid that Kira and I had a bit of a falling out with Abarai and Inuzuri when they left. I haven’t talked to them in a few years, although we still have some mutual friends. As far as I know, though, they’re both still at Squad Eleven. I heard they were doing fairly well there, actually.”

The room seemed to retreat around Byakuya. All he could hear was the blood pounding in his ears and the reverberations of the most horrible words he could possibly think of: Squad Eleven.

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Byakuya knew it was poor etiquette to visit another captain’s squad when the man was out, but he absolutely could not stomach the idea of discussing the matter of his wife’s sister with the Kenpachi, so he waited until Zaraki and his miniature lieutenant were sent out to go trample half of East Rukongai before visiting.

He also knew that he probably should have said something to Hisana, but he couldn’t bring himself to get his wife’s hopes up, only to dash them, should this turn out to be nothing, like so many leads before it. So, the secret sat in his stomach, heavy and acidic, jostling with the guilt of his breach of etiquette.

“Is there someone here,” he gingerly asked one of the gentlemen on gate duty, “who takes care of administrative matters for the squad?”

The man swiveled his head, which appeared to grow directly from his torso with no need for an intervening neck, to his fellow guardsman. “What?”

The other fellow had been busy trying to remove wax from his ear with a pinky. “WHAT?” he shouted back.

“Paperwork!” Byakuya said a little louder. “Is there an office of some sort? A person who knows what’s going on?”

He supposed he could have asked for the girl, Inuzuri, directly, but he didn’t feel… ready.

“I think he wants Ayasegawa,” the neckless guard hazarded.

“WHAT?”

“I’ll be right back.”

Eventually, the burly gentleman returned. With him was a strangely elegant person with a silky curtain of hair cut severely to chin length and piercing violet eyes. “It really is you,” the lovely man said with a level of disdain that Byakuya almost had to admire. Before he had a chance to get offended, the man dipped into a respectful bow. “Welcome to the Eleventh, Captain Kuchiki. Fifth Seat Ayasegawa at your service. What in Soul Society can I possibly do for you?”

“Apologies for visiting while your captain is abroad,” Byakuya replied, not meaning a word of it.

“Oh, he’ll be very sorry to have missed you,” Ayasegawa frowned. “But I’m sure you could make it up to him later.”

Byakuya’s eye twitched. “Perhaps. I have come to enquire about a young woman whom I am told transferred to your squad three years ago.”

“Does she have a name? That might make it a little easier.”

“Inuzuri Rukia.”

Both of Ayasegawa’s eyebrows shot up, and his mouth curved into a feline grin. “Ninth Seat Inuzuri, of course!”

Byakuya blinked. “Ninth Seat? Captain Aizen told me she was middling at best.”

Ayasegawa's face suddenly went stiff. “She was not well-served at the Fifth, but she has bloomed here most beautifully. Inuzuri is my personal protege, you know.” He stared at Byakuya under hooded eyes. “What is your interest in her? Captain?”

Byakuya took a deep breath through his nose. “My wife is also from Inuzuri. She is trying to locate someone she knew there. It is possible this Rukia is that someone.”

Ayasegawa frowned. “Well, I can introduce you, if you like. I should warn you, though, Rukia doesn’t have a lot of lost love for her hometown.”

“My understanding is that there isn’t much to love about it.”

“Mmm,” Ayasegawa agreed. “Well, come along, let’s go find her.” He concentrated for a moment, clearly trying to find her reiatsu. She must be a woman of some power, after all. “Ugh! She and Abarai are at it again! Every day!”

Byakuya swallowed stiffly.

“Well come on! She’s out at the training fields, clobbering our Tenth Seat, yet again.”

Oh. That kind of “going at it.”

Ayasegawa was shaking his head. “The two of them are literally an unstoppable force and an immovable object.”

“Abarai was also at the Fifth?,” Byakuya probed cautiously. “I was told they were close.”

“Of course they’re close!” Ayasegawa scoffed. “They’re partners!” He thought for a moment. “Abarai is from the 78th as well, you know. If Rukia turns out to not be your girl, perhaps one or the other of them knew the person you’re looking for. Abarai is one of those people who just… knows everyone. He’s the personable half of the pair.”

“‘Partners’?” Byakuya echoed. “What… kind of partners?”

Ayasegawa stared back at him like he was insane. “Partners.”

This path of inquiry clearly wasn’t going to get him anywhere, but wasn’t particularly relevant, either. “I did not think kidou-type zanpakutou were permitted in the Eleventh,” Byakuya sniffed. “Aizen’s records indicated Inuzuri wields an ice-and-snow type.”

Ayasegawa gave a little shrug. “Zanpakutou classifications are arbitrary. Obviously, if she had a bunch of showy blizzard attacks like Matsumoto’s little prodigy friend, it would be a no-go. Rukia can take the blade of her sword down to sub-zero temperatures. She has a weapon-shattering attack and she doesn’t feel pain when she’s fighting. It’s fundamentally no different than a zanpakutou so massive that only the wielder can lift it, or a whip sword that’s controlled with one’s reiatsu.”

This sounded like a quibble to Byakuya, but it’s not like he had come to the Eleventh looking for sound logic.

“She’s incredibly fast, probably the fastest person in the Eleventh, although no one’s really sure what Yachiru’s top speed is,” Ayasegawa continued on. He glanced at Byakuya slyly. “I hear you are very fast.”

“You have heard correctly.”

“That’s why Abarai can’t beat her. If he could land one really hard hit on her, she’d go down, but he’s not fast enough and she’s just too agile. He’s my partner’s protege, you see, so I have to take their little scraps very personally.”

How did this man talk so much?

“What did you say your wife’s relationship was to her again?”

“I did not.”

“Ah, right. Oops, look out!” Ayasegawa abruptly dove to one side as a giant mass of shihakushou and pink hair and what might be a sword came crashing through the split rail fence surrounding the training field.

Byakuya was not in the habit of ducking, so he merely plunged the force of his reiatsu down into the earth like a piton. It was almost, but not entirely sufficient. Byakuya gritted his teeth as he was driven back, dirt piling up behind his heels as he skidded backwards.

When they finally came to a halt, Byakuya looked down at the meaty youth lying at his feet. This must be the infamous Abarai, although he certainly didn’t look like one of Aizen’s usual simpering overachievers. The first thing Byakuya observed was the eye makeup. Most shinigami applied at least a little eyeliner, on grounds of tradition, but few bothered to blacken the entire eye socket, as in the skeletal facepaint of old. The second thing Byakuya noticed were the tattoos painted across his forehead and neck. They were black and spikey and horrible. The third thing was the hair, which was bright pink and spikey, and utterly at odds with the makeup and tattoos. The fourth thing was the big, sheepish grin, which honestly just tied the whole hideous tableau together.

Byakuya glared down at the lout, and in a moment of pettiness, flared his reiatsu to a level that should have sent blood spurting out of his ears.

“I’m afraid that’s not going to do much to someone who has a weekly sparring slot with the Kenpachi,” Ayasegawa commented dryly.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” the lummox cheerfully apologized as he sat up and brushed himself off. He had an Inuzuri accent so thick you could spread it on toast, an accent that Hisana tended to slip into only when she was extremely bent out of shape. Abarai snapped the sword hilt in his hand, and the tangled pile of steel on the ground neatly retracted into something that looked a little more like a weapon, if a weapon were designed by a creative and overly violent child.

“That’s a captain, you buffoon!” another voice rang out, and every muscle in Byakuya’s body locked. “Show your respects!”

The voice clearly affected Abarai as well, because he leapt to his feet, spun, and slammed into a bow. “My apologies, Captain…” his eyes glanced up and abruptly widened, “Kuchiki.”

“Greetings, Captain Kuchiki! Welcome to the Eleventh Division! I apologize very profusely for throwing Tenth Seat Abarai at you!” A second young person had come to join Abarai in his bow, and they both rose in unison, Abarai looking suddenly pale and nervous, his companion looking calm and confident.

So this was Inuzuri Rukia. She had Hisana’s voice. She had Hisana’s stature, and standing next to Abarai made her look positively childlike. She wore the same dreadful eyeblack, but the eyes that shone out of it were a variation on Hisana’s, harder and three shades more purple. The rest of the face was Hisana’s. Her hair was dark, shaved on the sides, arranged into porcupine spikes on top, although one lock hung down stubbornly between her eyes. Her ears glittered with silver piercings. At least she was free of awful tatt-- wait, no. Byakuya had missed them at first, because they were white. Abarai’s tattoos were spiky and sharp, but Inuzuri’s were graceful swirls, like ribbons wrapping lazily down her forearms. Even her reiatsu was like Hisana’s-- but instead of a cool, refreshing wintergreen, Inuzuri’s was the bone-deep cold of winter, a cold so harsh it burnt in the lungs.

There was no doubt.

This atrocious delinquent was his long-lost sister-in-law.

“Can we help you with something, sir?” Inuzuri prompted. “Abarai here’s a big fan of yours.”

“Shut up, Rukia,” Abarai managed through gritted molars.

“Inuzuri Rukia, you died as an infant thirty-six years ago and were sent to the 78th District of South Rukongai, is that correct?” Byakuya said stiffly.

Inuzuri and Abarai both bristled, a pair of mongrels raising their haunches. “That seems about right,” Inuzuri replied slowly. “My early years are a little hazy.”

“My wife, Hisana also died thirty-six years ago and was sent to Inuzuri with her infant sister,” Byakuya went on. “They were separated. My wife has been looking for her sister ever since. You… resemble her greatly.” Byakuya let the implication hang in the air. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

There was silence for a moment. Then there was the distinct noise of a laugh that, having been held in, had escaped through someone’s nose. “Sorry! Pardon me!” Ayasegawa wheezed, clapping one hand over his mouth and looking away. “Bit of. Dust. In my throat.”

“I told you! I told you, you looked like that picture of her in the Bulletin!” Abarai was hissing.

“I thought you were lying because you thought she was pretty!” Inuzuri hissed back.

“I thought she was pretty because she looks just like you!”

“Now is really not the time, Abarai!” She cleared her throat and tried to stand up a bit taller, a futile effort. “So, uh, so what? What does that mean, if I am her sister? Does that… does that make me noble?”

A higher pitched wheezing came out of Ayasegawa. The level of impudence was extraordinary.

“I would like you to come to my home to meet her, first,” Byakuya put off making any promises. “We can discuss what comes next. As a family.”

“I’m at work right now,” Inuzuri excused.

“Inuzuri, I need to know how this pans out, you can have the afternoon off,” Ayasegawa informed her.

Inuzuri’s confidence seemed to be draining out of her. She took a tiny step closer to Abarai and groped for his hand. “I’m bringing Renji,” she declared.

“Is he compulsory?” Byakuya asked. Inuzuri was absurd looking too, but at least she was small.

“He’s my family,” Inuzuri insisted.

Byakuya’s brows furrowed. This could prove problematic. “In any sort of legally binding sense?”

“We’re engaged!” Inuzuri announced.

“We are?” Abarai goggled.

“I told you I’d marry you if you could ever manage to beat me in a fight! What else would you call that?” Rukia hissed at him in a voice that was still, unfortunately, perfectly audible.

“I’ve been trying every day, and honestly, Rukia, it’s not looking good for me!”

“Can you just go with it for once, instead of arguing with me every time?”

“If you want to leave and never tell anyone you found her,” Ayasegawa put in, “I am very bribable.”

Byakuya was sorely tempted.

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End note: To further explain the number mix-up, as I understand it “seven” in Japanese can either be said as “nana” or “shichi”. People usually say “nana” for two reasons-- 1) to avoid confusion with 4 (”shi”, although you can also say “yon”) and because “shi” is a homophone for death. Given how shitty the districts in the 70s are, I rather liked the idea that they residents use the “shichi” pronunciation as a bit of gallows humor. (And if you don’t have a rude nickname for the town you grew up in, well, congrats for not growing up somewhere shitty)

I don’t actually speak Japanese, tho, so forgive me if this is all nonsense. 😁

#renji's birthday 2k21 #my writing #i loved writing this with my entire being #thank you so much #all i ever want in the way of prompts is cursed suggestions that come out of conversations i have in the bowels of my ao3 comments #strictly speaking this isn't very renji-centric but he does reach new peaks of himbo-dom in this au so i will allow it #the byakuya - yumichika interaction in this fic is so powerful #also a i z e n

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𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢 (𝙆. 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

~~𝕂𝕖𝕪~~ (Y/N) = Your Name (Y/U/N) = Your User Name

☆.｡.:* Koshi Sugawara x Female Reader .｡.:*☆ ☆.｡.:* Fluff .｡.:*☆

(Y/N) POV 'geez, it's cold out here...okay, just gotta get inside the gym...' I thought, making my way to the gym where everyone was practicing volleyball.  By the time I arrived, half of the team were doing diving drills,  the others practicing their usual moves. I looked around and saw Suga, Daichi, Asahi talking about something. "oh, hey (Y/N). Didn't know you would be here today." I heard Kiyoko say. "Yeah, they cancelled the meeting today cause somebody got sick. I think it was the treasurer." I replied. Oh that's right, I'm in the Student Council. I usually have many many meetings, so me showing up at volleyball practice is rare.

Me and Kiyoko kept talking when the three soon came over, greeted me, and then asked Kiyoko about the starting line-up for their next match. "Sooooo, is it really cold outside-?" Suga asked, looking out the window. "Yeah, thought I was gonna freeze before I got here." I laughed a little, which caused him to laugh too. 'Aww he's so adorable- wAiT wHaT aM i ThInKiNg' "You didn't bring a jacket?" He asked.   "No, accidently left it at home. But I swear it was way warmer this morning." I replied. "pretty sure it's gonna snow soon, so that's probably the reason of the drop." "I swear, your like, way smarter then me-" "your the one that's in Student Council!" We both laughed a little, while Daichi let everyone leave practice for the day. "Oh, uh, do you maybe, wanna walk home together? I mean, we do kinda live near eachother so..." Suga asked again as I  was grabbing my bag. "oh, s-sure!" 'shit did I just stutter-'. He gave a small smile and grabbed his stuff, before we both walked out. "UgH iTs CoLdEr NoW" I whined. He just looked at me, and just laughed a little. "Are you really that cold?" "yEs i sWeAr iT dRoPpEd 10 mOrE dEgReEs wHiLe I wAs iN tHe gYm" Suga stopped, opening his bag. He then took out his school jacket and offered it to me, which may or may not have made me blush a little. "Here, it might help a little." I didn't even notice he had his volleyball jacket on. I took it and put it on, then we continued. We pretty much talked about school stuff, mostly what's been going on in our clubs. "Noya really broke the light??" "Yeah, Hinata spiked it, then Noya did his Rolling Thunder thing, but then it went the wrong way. It somehow went backwards, and then hit the stage light." He laughed. "Bet Daichi was mad" "Daichi was pissed" We both laughed, before he stopped in front of a new café. "You wanna get a drink? I mean, it's still 10 minutes 'till we get to your house, and I don't think it's gonna get any warmer soon." I walked back to where he was, and saw a small sign on it saying they sell meat buns. "ooooh, yeah yeah, let's go" (go go let's go let's go dateko) I said, smiling up at him. He smiled back and we went in. We both got meat buns, I had a caramel hot chocolate, while Suga got a hot milk tea. We were leaving, as it started snowing. "good call, I was not gonna survive this-" I said to him, taking another bite out of my meat-bun.   "honestly, am I gonna survive my way back-?" He said, with a small laugh. "Your house is only down the street, calm down." "dang (Y/N/N), that's cold. ...no pun intended" Suga said, taking a sip of his drink. We kept talking, before we got to my house. "guess this is my stop. See ya later Suga." I said, before going to open the door. "wait, uh, I-I have to ask you something." He said. I looked back at him, seeing him looking at the ground. "Hey, what's wrong?" "Nothing, just, um, (Y/N), I've liked you for a long time, and wondered, if you wanna, um, be my girlfriend?" He asked, looking up at me with a blush. "wait, r-really?" I said, still looking at him. He gave a small nod, before I hugged him. He hugged back, and I knew he was smiling. After a while, we pulled away. "oh, uh, are you still cold?" "I mean, it is still snowing so yeah-" "right, um," And before I knew it, his lips were on mine, but only for a second. "It'll help, keep you warm, just for a little..." As soon as he said that, his phone went off. "Crap, I got to go, um, see you tomorrow?" He said, starting to walk to his house. "y-yeah, see you tomorrow." I replied, still trying to understand what just happened. He gave a small smile, then ran back home. I walked inside my house, going straight to my room. I plopped on my bed, and started hugging a pillow, squealing. ~~~~~~𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬~~~~~~ (Sugawara's POV) I fell backwards on my bed, dropping my bag on the floor. I looked back at my phone and went on the Karusuno group chat. Sugamama: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH I KISSED HER OMG- Yachi uwu: MY OTP Kiyokowo: MY OTP NoYa ⚡: GOOD JOB MAN- Deadchi ☠: F i n a l l y (Y/U/N): You guys do remember I'm in this chat right-? Salty Dinosaur: I have now experienced second-hand embarrassment, thanks YamaGUCCI: Yeah same, but congrats ^^

#haikyu x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koshi #ws12haikyuu

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Leone Abbacchio Relationship HCs

🐉 anon asked for: “Abbacchio relationship hcs?? -🐉”

These are just SFW headcanons, so I went a little overboard to compensate for the lack of NSFW although, I’ll no doubt do some in the future. Tried to make these kind of organized so it’s easier to read. This will all be under the cut And, yes, reader is a stand user and can see Moody Blues.

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: SFW, brief mentions of nightmares, trauma.

Word Count: 2226

General

Abbacchio is a tough cookie to crack when it comes to romance and forms of affection. He just doesn’t think he’s super into it. Until you gently caress his face while he’s falling asleep or maybe it was the time you curled up next to him while watching a movie. Or the time you casually laced your fingers with his while walking down the street. 

Okay, fine, he’s soft, but he would never admit it! Unless he’s been drinking a little too much. Then he’ll tell you how much you mean to him. Or when you’re feeling like shit and super down on yourself.

His nicknames/pet names for you are usually dear, cara/caro (darling/dear), but mostly he just uses your name. He likes the way it sounds! And, honestly, you like the way he says it too.

After you’ve been together for a while, he starts to notice changes in his personality and habits. He’s calmer, doesn’t lash out as much as he used to; he’s less on edge about everything. As well, he noticed that he was drinking less and when he was drinking, it was healthier. It wasn’t long binges in the middle of the night anymore, it was just one or two with friends or for a celebration. He didn’t really realize how much you helped him and how much you meant to him until then. He knew he loved you, of course, but that was really where it clicked in.

You notice the change too. He starts getting more playful in a weird Abbacchio way. It’s small things like poking your side or behind while you’re focused on something. Occasionally, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and whisper something sweet in your ear that makes you giggle. 

When Abbacchio isn’t reading, he’s listening to someone reading. He frequently listens to podcasts, audiobooks, etc. while doing his chores or driving. He thinks it’s a good way to educate himself on current topics or things he’s just interested in. With his whole past, I don’t think he would be interested in true crime or anything like that. Too triggering for him and with you, he really doesn’t want to fall back into old habits.

Now, he’s not perfect and he’s obviously a very hurt individual, so I think it would take someone with a lot of patience to help him get over some of his trauma (and yes, it is trauma). He has his rough days where he’s angrier and more on edge and this makes him more likely to yell or lash out. If you can avoid this, great, but talk to him about it later when he’s calmed down. He needs someone who is good with tense situations who can either calm him down or be able to walk away from the situation and come back later. That being said, you are not his therapist, you are not anyone’s therapist (unless that’s your job). You are their partner. A partner can help with some, but usually, you’re not trained enough to properly deal with something like this.

Dates

He enjoys taking long walks with you, especially near the water. The water is extremely relaxing to him and you’re relaxing to him, so it’s the best of both worlds. 

Not overly into picnics, but if you offer, he would be more than happy to indulge you by packing a basket with some nice red wine and a charcuterie board with some sandwiches. Sincerely loves the beach and sitting next to you on a blanket, enjoying the sun on the warmer days just makes him feel so human again.

His favourite dates with you are the ones where you two are on the couch at home together watching a movie. He enjoys the closeness, the relaxed state you’re both in and, of course, the popcorn. Eats it plain to be healthier, but when you’re not looking, he’ll add salt and butter to his. But, then one day one of the boyz introduce him to adding chocolatey things to popcorn (like M&M’s) and that’s it. His loose diet is out the window.

     The microwave beeped in the background while you plopped down, flicking through different disks in your hand. You had picked out a classic, cheesy werewolf horror movie by the time Abbacchio sat down with two bowls in hand. He handed him the movie while sneaking a handful of his popcorn into your mouth.

     “Mmph!” You let out a muffled sound of shock as warm chocolate squished into your hand. You dropped the chocolate into your bowl, looking at the mess you had just made. “What did you put in your bowl?”

     He chucked. “Mn’M’s.”

     “Why?”

     “Narancia told me to.” The DVD was in and starting up just as he was walking back, shaking the couch as he sat down with a grunt. He pulled a tissue out of the box next to him, handing it to you, then he grabbed his bowl, picking out a piece of warm M&M and sucking it into his mouth with a satisfying crunch. He licked his fingers while you cleaned your palm, frustrated with how little it was cleaning up. 

     “Ugh, whatever!” You began licking up the remnants earning you another chuckle from Leone. One of you presses play on the remote and settle into each other. You’re curled up into his arm for most of the movie, head leaning on his collar bone. He occasionally kisses the top of your head or pops a piece of popcorn in your mouth. 

     Soon, the bowls are empty and you’re practically sitting in his lap, holding each other close. He’s so warm, so comfortable. You find yourself starting to nod into sleep. He hums as he feels your breathing slow to a steady rhythm. Yeah, that movie was pretty boring, wasn’t it?

     He chuckles, carefully pulling the blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it around you while he got himself comfortable. There was no way he was getting up from this spot, so he might as well join you.

When Abbacchio is feeling fancy or bougie, he’ll take you out to restaurants or tourist attractions. If anyone tries to swindle you out of something, you can guarantee he’s going to at least insult them in some way or maybe just straight up kick them in the face. Regardless, he’ll protect you.

Affection

When in public, he still likes to keep you close, but tones it down a little bit. Usually, he’s got his hand on your back or you’re holding hands, hovering close to each other. 

He’s very protective and if the gang’s jokes go too far, he’ll let them know. 

In private, he’s obviously more relaxed. He doesn’t need to put on a mask around you, so he just lets it all go. He’ll come up while you’re doing chores and either hug you from behind or spin you around for a kiss before letting you continue whatever it was you were doing with no explanation. 

Very rarely lets you do his makeup, but when he does, he’s a little cheeky about it and kind of anal all at the same time. The easiest way for you to do his make up is sitting in his lap, so already he’s cocky about it, but then you start getting to the eyeliner and he gets picky.

   You perched yourself on Leone’s lap, carefully buffing out a natural-looking eyeshadow with a brush. Occasionally, he would crack open an eye, looking up to see the concentration on your face as you avoided any fall out from the shadow. He squeezed your thighs pleasantly then massaged circles into the soft flesh. You looked into his open eye with a coy smirk before returning to your work.

    You dipped the brush into the pallet again, this time a lighter shade for the inner corner of his eyes. Gently, you pressed the pigment in from the edge of the lid to the corner, then, like before, you buffed it out back into the lid. His hands began to wander, sliding up and down your thighs. You gave him another look, but he wasn’t paying attention this time, eyes closed. You scoffed.

    Finally, you finished, moving onto the eyeliner, picking out a sleek black You started with the outer corner, going for a winged look. Before you were able to press a line in, he grabbed your hand quickly, pushing it back so he could open his eyes.

    “You’re doing it wrong,” he said. You sat back, exasperated.

    “I haven’t even done anything!”

    The two of you got into a small playful argument of “oh, I’ll do it,” “no, I’ll do it.” Until eventually you settled with him doing your makeup in exchange.

    “Thank you, now.” You reached for two shades of lipstick, one purple and one black. “Which one do you want?” He rolled his eyes, grabbing the black as well as a handheld mirror.

    “No, no, no. You get to do your eyeliner, not your lipstick! The lipstick is mine.” You playfully kissed his lips before pulling everything from his hands, earning you a groan from Abbacchio.

Seeing as we’re talking about sitting on his lap! He loves it. Just, any physical touch from you makes him feel so loved, especially when alone at home. He particularly enjoys when you’re pressed up against him while reading a book or watching a movie with his arm around you. Alternatively, he enjoys your legs tossed over his thighs or his over yours.

Around the House

Now, chores. Abbacchio doesn’t like chores. He’ll do them if you ask, but he’s not gonna like it. Least favourite is laundry. He just kind of chucks his clothes on the floor in a pile until you tell him to move it or do it yourself. You can’t tell the difference between his clean clothes and dirty clothes, so you mostly let him deal with it when the pile gets big enough or he runs out of clothes.

Doesn’t hate doing the dishes, so he actually gets stuck with that since you’re doing almost everything else. If you’ve recently had the rest of the Bucci gang over, he’s less inclined to do it. Narancia and Mista both tend to be slobs, so their plates are always nasty, but he does it anyway, just complains a lot later. Nastiness aside, doing the dishes slowly becomes a therapy moment for him. Just his music, a bunch of clean dishes and pure peace.

Much like with dishes, he doesn’t hate vacuuming or dusting and will do it when asked, but doesn’t like it. Honestly, he’s not the best at vacuuming, he always misses corners and forgets to do one place, so you do most of it. 

Look, I’m not saying he’s a slob, he’s not, but he can get a little lazy, especially on his rougher days. That being said, if it’s a special day or he’s feeling a little romantic and has something planned, he’ll do everything. It won’t be perfect, but the sentiment is there. 

Sleeping

He has a very cute snore. It’s not loud or obnoxious, it’s soft and relaxed. Honestly, kind of soothing. That is IF you’re able to hear it. He usually doesn’t sleep until you do, but it’s very precious. 

Prefers being big spoon or ‘the pillow’ where you sleep on some body part of his (his thighs are exceptionally comfy and, of course, his pecs). He usually wraps one arm around you if he can, rubbing his thumb against your shoulder or forearm. 

But, one night, you got in bed late and he was already asleep, so you came up behind him, wrapping your arm around his waist then stroking his stomach softly. He’ll never let you know, but he was awake. That was the day he discovered he loved being a little spoon. He won’t fight if you happen to do it again.

Regardless, Abbacchio is clingy when he sleeps. Not bear hug, but always has an arm around you to make sure you’re there and safe. 

He gets some nightmares, of course. Doesn’t scream, just jolts awake and goes to grab a glass of water, then comes back, so it’s unlikely he’d wake you up from a deep sleep. If you are awake, ask him what he needs. Sometimes he needs you to hold him, other times he needs just some time alone, but remind him you are there for anything. If you’ve already got a glass of water next to his bed, he’s head over heels. So thankful. Might make you breakfast the next morning as a proper thank you.

Stand

What does Moody Blues think? Well, much like its user, it’s very analytical and almost cold when it comes to you, though if Abbacchio is away from you for a little longer than usual, but still in range (like being kept in a meeting too long while you’re in the car waiting) he’ll send his stand to you and help you relax a bit by letting you cuddle “Abbacchio” (the stand copying it’s user), or just let you relax with the stand itself! 

Actually, if he’s busy at home and you’re tired, MB will replay a time where you were cuddling in bed, or on the couch so you can snuggle with someone at least. 

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