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Okay so I started transcribing book 4 and I was going to save all my thoughts for the review post, but I HAVE to gush about this.

That’s delightfully not Alfonse.

Since I have written the past few books down, I can immediately compare and contrast how Alfonse and “Alfonse” talk. The differences are immediate. That little “Huh.” ended up striking me as odd, so I opened the search feature on the document and found that huh has only been uttered three times prior to this. Once by Sharena in book 1 and twice by Ylgr in book 2. Alfonse has never uttered a huh in his life, which means that’s a little Kiran speech pattern!!! Cool!!!

Kiran also tends to talk slower and meander a little in their sentences. So far, there has been an ellipses in nearly every “Alfonse” textbox. It’s because they’re thinking. They have a lot of new information to process on account of finding themselves in a brand new realm and Peony info dropping weird tidbits about how this place works with the unexpectedness of an elephant dropping from the sky. So, thanks to some multitasking, they seem to be picking their words as they say them, leading into fun little pauses. Also very cool! Then, in the line above in particular, they suddenly pick up the pace by letting off a series of rapid fire questions. Has to be cut off by Anna or they would have kept going. It does not feel like how Alfonse would question the situation at all— he’s usually very pointed and specific. This instead feels like the speed at which Kiran normally thinks. They’re pausing because they’re picking from the thirty questions their brain just asked.

Also!!! Look at that blunt ass hell “I’m sorry. I’m confused.” That’s two very modern sounding two-word sentences back to back. It’s absolutely not how Alfonse talks. No “my apologies” here their ass is confused!!!!

I don’t really got a point for this one folks, I just really like how fun Book 4 is on a reread. That’s my little guy officer! That’s the bastard that escalated FEH into a hyperfixation!!! Get them. Put them a container and give it a little shake.

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✩ May I Have This Dance? ✩

✩ Fire Emblem ✩

✩ Characters: Alfonse, Lif, Chrom, Cherche, Sylvain ✩

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✩ If it weren't for Anna and Sharena's goading, Alfonse might not have found it in himself to ask you to dance with him. There were many heroes who werer vying to dance with you, so finding an opening to be able to proposition you was no simple task. The question became even more daunting when he finally had your full attention. When you stared at him expectantly it was as though there was no other noise, just his thoughts and his beating heart. He eventually manages to find the courage. "Would you like to dance with me?" The relief when you do accept makes his heart soar to new heights.

✩ Lif doesn't find joy in balls these days. In fact if it wasn't for you, he doubts he'd even be in attendance of this one. He's just out of sight, in the back end of the ballroom, but even so, he's able to keep you in his gaze. You are as radiant in your formal attire as the version of you that now only exists in his memory. Not to mention the bashful expression as you attempt to fend off the numerous dancing requests. "I'm willing to bet if you asked they'd say yes." Thrasir's comment is unnecessary, and makes him scoff. But when you make your way over to him, seeking sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of the evening, he deeply considers those words.

"We should dance!" He's surprised when you take the intiative instead, holding out a hand to him. A hand that he takes without much further thought.

✩ Chrom has two left feet and a chronic fear of stepping on your toes so much that you never want to see him again. But he also knows that he'll never get over the fact that he spent an entire evening mulling over whether to ask you to dance. Especially if someone else swoops in and ends up dancing with you in his stead. And with how you look in your formal wear, the odds of someone else doing just that are very high. It's why he ends up in front of you slightly flushed and completely nervous. "I'm not the greatest dancer, but if I don't ask you to dance with me I'll regret it for the rest of my life." He's over the moon when you accept his offer, only for dread to settle back in when he realises that he has to not get distracted by how amazing you look or else he'll end up stepping on your toes.

✩ It's good to see you relaxing for once. It's also good that Cherche gets to be right there with you. If she was being honest, extravagant events such as these aren't her expertise, but she enjoys them nonetheless. She'd had a few offers for people to dance with her, but she had turned them down. You'd noticed and eventually had asked why she kept turning people down. "It's because I'm waiting to dance with one person. But they still haven't asked to dance with me." She doesn't need to say who she's waiting for, as her continous stare at your form is the answer. She's pleased when you do ask her to dance, eagerly leading you to the dancefloor.

✩ Sylvain is in his element , you think, as you watch him glide about from one dance partner to another. There seems to be line of people waiting for him to take their hand, and you'll have to admit you could understand why. He is quite charming and looks rather dashing in his attire. You watch him finish up his next dance, expecting him to take a pick from the corwd around him, only to be surprised when he waves them off and starts walking towards your direction. "Don't tell me no one has asked someone as stunning as yourself to dance yet?" You tell him you don't dance, trying to sneak off elsewhere, he takes your hand before you get a chance. "Nope no running away, you deserve to be showed off and I'm doing just that."

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Good Enough for You (Mac x gn!reader)

I can't believe I'm writing fanfic about my computer.............

anyway this is based on my actual computer in real life which does indeed overheat for no reason so hello valdivian I'm waiting for my dateviators so I can smooch my macbook

Summary: Mac had always been good enough for you, so what made them say such a thing? Words: 731 Warnings: light angst but it's hurt/comfort. slight canon divergence in that Mac is a macbook (yes I am a wretched apple user) and that apple + youtube are mentioned by name

"And more importantly, I'm finally going to be good enough for you."

You stopped swiveling in your chair and turned to stare at them. Mac looked back with an expectant smile. When you only furrowed your brow in response, their expression fell. They seemed to be scrambling for something else to say, but before they could, you spoke first.

"Mac… you've always been good enough for me."

Mac seemed to freeze for a moment, eyes widening as a blush began to spread on their face. The whirring of the computer fans suddenly kicking up was the only sound that broke the resulting silence. You stayed quiet, giving them time to process your words.

When Mac finally spoke, their voice had lost their usual note of enthusiasm.

"But… you were looking to buy another computer…" they said.

This time it was your turn to freeze. You had indeed been thinking of buying a new computer a few years back. It was after you had finally taken your current computer to the repair shop to see what exactly was causing the CPU to heat up so dramatically just from normal internet browsing. The techs couldn't find any physical damage, and their stress tests didn't reveal any unexpectedly high temperatures. Their reports had left you wondering if perhaps you simply needed a new machine. After all, you had purchased this computer before you even started college…

But now you knew the reason behind Mac's overheating CPU. And also, it seemed, the reason behind their insistence on this system update.

"Oh, Mac… that was—I didn't mean—" you took a breath, trying to organize your thoughts into something more coherent. "I just couldn't figure out why you were running so hot when I wasn't doing anything more than watching youtube videos. I thought maybe you were just… getting old. And, well, you know how impossible it is to repair apple devices when they started soldering everything to the motherboard…"

Mac didn't respond, only kept their gaze fixed to the ground. You bit your lip. What else could you say to them? That you hadn't considered their feelings because, up until now, you hadn't known that they had any? But still, you had agonized over that decision, and ultimately couldn't bring yourself to make the purchase. It felt like abandoning a dear friend, one who had been with you throughout college and the first years of your true adult life.

Finally, you stood and crossed the small distance between the two of you. Mac's pensive gaze turned into one of shock when you knelt down beside them and took their hand in yours. You smiled gently when you heard their fans start up again.

"Mac, I'm sorry I made you feel inadequate," you said. "You've always been good enough for me. More than enough. I couldn't just replace you… it felt wrong."

Mac took a shaky breath. Your guilt from earlier sank its claws deeper into your chest as you noticed tears gathering in Mac's eyes. When they next spoke, it was in a quiet, trembling voice that broke your heart.

"I thought…" they squeezed your hand, as if trying to reassure themself that you wouldn't leave. "…when you stopped updating my operating system, I thought… you were already done with me, and you just didn't have the money for a new computer yet…"

"No—" You sat up to look them in the eyes properly. "I stopped updating because I knew apple deliberately slowed down older devices with each new OS. I wanted to keep you as long as I could."

If you hadn't already been staring at Mac so intently, you would've missed the slight hitch in their breath when you spoke your last words. Tentatively, you reached up to touch their cheek. They flinched, then raised their own hand to cover your own. On the table beside you, the fans on the computer hummed ever louder.

"You… really mean it?" Mac said.

"Of course." You smiled. "Where else am I gonna find another computer like you? Now that I know you're not actually on your deathbed with that overheating CPU, we've still got a long road ahead… together."

"…Together," Mac repeated. They let out a breathy laugh before turning aside to wipe their eyes. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that…"

"I'll say it as many times as you like."

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:')))) I felt so bad coming home to that omg I was legit apologizing while I was drying it out and now that I've played date everything I feel worse lmao

Sliding in to your inbox to say, re: Mac being scared of water

Would they also be scared of rain? As someone who accidently let my laptop computer get rained on I bet Mac has ptsd about that :') would it feel like drowning when there's water all up in their fans?

I think rain... would take some time. As human, they know rain exist however still the fear their parts are going to be destroyed. I think anything on Mac's fans would be like.. life-threatening. Like too much dust? They will be...coughing? But water it would probably be similar to drowning. Poor Mac

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i need domestic fluff with mac 😭 like bedtime routine, watching movies together, having game nights on the pc together im so down bad for this computer i will take anything <3 ty

HI HII!!! OH MY DOUBLE GOSH. I LOVED THIS REQUEST! I HAD LIKE A GAZILLION IDEAS SO I JUST DECIDED TO CRAM THEM INTO HEADCANNONS (plus i was looking for a reason to spread more of my mac propaganda) I HOPE THATS ALRIGHTY!!💗💗Now, MOST of these headcannons are for once they are realized!! I've also included some other just random blurbs i thought of while writing these out! I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings? Mac being a cutie pie

‼️Gender neutral reader‼️

• Once mac is realized they surprisingly dont change much. Its very hard for them to adapt to having human needs but you help them. Things get easier for the both of you.

• Im gonna be so fr, they are lowkey SO jealous if you decide you want to buy a new computer once they are realized. They are just so scared you wont need or want their help anymore.

• Mac is still a MAJOR nerd. Im serious. They get so geeked out to play new games with you, or read about some new tech advancements. I hope you've upgraded your vocabulary because you ARE getting an earful that you may or may not understand.

• Mac would help you find a job that keeps you at home so that they can be around you and you can teach them about life and stuff. If you cant find one though, they literally wait ALL day for you, calls you multiple times a day. Your breaks are usually spent texting and sharing stupid pictures with them.

• Mac LOVES to help with literally anything. It helps them reassure themselves that you want them around, that they ARE enough for you

• Mac is one of the most supportive people ever. They look at you like you hung the moon and stars. They ADORE when you show off a new outfit you bought and maybe some other purchases…

• Another favorite pastime is taking baths together, they just like the idea of sitting in your lap and having their hair washed.

• They love to play games with you, it's just so wonderful to have something like that with you. They weren't sure they would like it at first, BUT they love playing little world building games like Minecraft or animal crossing with you. I also feel it in my soul that they like the Hades games and probably deltarune

• Obviously they are still a tech nerd and since they can't just not sleep anymore you have to remind them, I'm so serious, they will not even recognize the exhaustion unless you come and get them and take them to bed

• Speaking of beds and cuddling. They ADORE to cuddle. I don't think they have a favorite way to cuddle because they just love being with you. They do like to spoon a lot and lay on top of you though!

• nighttime routines are really nice and calm. (Let's pretend you are strong enough to carry Mac up the stairs, let's be real though that twink can't possibly weigh more than 5 apples) Mac LOVES to help you comb through your hair or read something with you to get nice and tired, they can also think of... alternative....methods, they do tend to be quite creative in their options... Mac loves to help you wipe off your makeup (if you wear any) and they really like to rub your shoulders and whisper you some sweet words. They feel like you don't get the praise you deserve and make sure that you fall asleep knowing that they love you so much.

• Like I said in my last post about mac, They are so affectionate. LOVES HAND HOLDING. It's a requirement. No options

• Mac is actually really good about reminding you to do things, but forgets their own stuff. Like if you need to charge your phone but you forgot they'll be like “you need to charge your phone babes” and their phones dead. Deader than any straight white man who says, “school dosent matter” entrepreneur dreams.

• Honestly genuinely a wonderful partner. Plans fun dates for you two to go on every other week because they understand that it might could overwhelm you a little bit and you work hard, you would probably rather have a nice relaxation week. and on the weeks you dont have a date you guys have a movie or game night. Also, you two make dinner together frequently, they really like to help in the kitchen, big fan of baking.

• They totally have planned dates based on the fanfiction that you've read.

• Sometimes they feel incomplete not knowing everything you're searching up or browsing, not in a creepy way, it's just that was their purpose before you realized them, that was what they spent years doing, so sometimes they like to lean over and peer at whatever you're doing. And maybe they just so happen stalk your socials a little bit.

• They really like matcha and coffee, I am so sure of this. They were not sure they would like it. They get this strawberry matcha drink with sweet foam on top, and they share it with you everytime because they love sharing with you.

• That's another thing, Mac loves to share. Cold? “Well, I'm warm enough, take my jacket, win for both of us because you'll be warm and I get to see you look cute in my stuff.” (they are FREEZING, but their CPU- I mean, their heart just feels so warm around you that they hardly notice) Thirsty? “Here, you can have some of mine, lovely.” Hungry? “Aww babes, it's a good thing I'm coincidentally eating a food you really like!” (they got it because they KNEW they were going to give you some)

• Mac just loves you and is so happy that you're in their life.

Random headcannons because I can.

🖥️- yk those goofy stickers you have on the back of your MacBook? Those funny stickers are definitely on mac too. All over their back. Much like fantina except theirs are like tattoos until you remove them. But they disappear in their realized form. Which honestly makes them sad.

🖥️- macs glasses are blue light and they are not afraid to offer them to you when they can tell you're gonna be working overtime on Ao3

🖥️- they LOVE to smell nice. I'm so fr. Bath and body works for-lifer. ESPECIALLY a fan of that aromatherapy line they have. Will ask you what your fav scent is and then buy it so you snuggle up with them more.

“Hey baby, which one of these do you like” they say holding out two bottles of some type of soap. After taking a quick sniff of both you ultimately decided on the one in their right hand. “Hmmm, the one on the right is my fav” you say with a small hum. They made their purchase so fast you'd barley even finished picking out the rest of your things! (Speaking of which, if you've never tried the eucalyptus bath and body works shower steamer, YOU SHOULD, oh my double goodness, it is DIVINE)

🖥️- in the most loving way, Mac is a smartass. They are aware of this. They don't mean it in a malicious way. They just love to teach and inform you of things! It's the way your eyes light up and process the information, and don't even get them started on the fact that you sit there and let them explain for as long as they want, even if they drag on the most elementary of topics

🖥️- terrible immune system, horrible. Seasonal allergies kick their ass.

🖥️- we all know this FREAK makes whatever they can sensual and flirty, you can be chilling on your phone while cuddling on the couch with them and they'll whisper something so devious in your ear you actually throw the damn phone

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PHEW... That was a lot. Kinda proofread, kinda didn't, I KNOW, YOU CAN BOO ME IN THE COMMENTS. I'm SOOO sorry this didn't get out sooner. life is crazy, right?? I hope you guys enjoyed this tasty meal I cooked up for y'all. Love ya, songbirds!

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me waking up to see comments on my Mac fic <3

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emerges from the void to hornypost about my computer instead of doing art fight

anyway thinkin about how when it's fuckin hot I don't bother to re-clothe after a shower before going back to youtube as usual...........

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Good Enough for You (Mac x gn!reader)

I can't believe I'm writing fanfic about my computer.............

anyway this is based on my actual computer in real life which does indeed overheat for no reason so hello valdivian I'm waiting for my dateviators so I can smooch my macbook

Summary: Mac had always been good enough for you, so what made them say such a thing? Words: 731 Warnings: light angst but it's hurt/comfort. slight canon divergence in that Mac is a macbook (yes I am a wretched apple user) and that apple + youtube are mentioned by name

"And more importantly, I'm finally going to be good enough for you."

You stopped swiveling in your chair and turned to stare at them. Mac looked back with an expectant smile. When you only furrowed your brow in response, their expression fell. They seemed to be scrambling for something else to say, but before they could, you spoke first.

"Mac… you've always been good enough for me."

Mac seemed to freeze for a moment, eyes widening as a blush began to spread on their face. The whirring of the computer fans suddenly kicking up was the only sound that broke the resulting silence. You stayed quiet, giving them time to process your words.

When Mac finally spoke, their voice had lost their usual note of enthusiasm.

"But… you were looking to buy another computer…" they said.

This time it was your turn to freeze. You had indeed been thinking of buying a new computer a few years back. It was after you had finally taken your current computer to the repair shop to see what exactly was causing the CPU to heat up so dramatically just from normal internet browsing. The techs couldn't find any physical damage, and their stress tests didn't reveal any unexpectedly high temperatures. Their reports had left you wondering if perhaps you simply needed a new machine. After all, you had purchased this computer before you even started college…

But now you knew the reason behind Mac's overheating CPU. And also, it seemed, the reason behind their insistence on this system update.

"Oh, Mac… that was—I didn't mean—" you took a breath, trying to organize your thoughts into something more coherent. "I just couldn't figure out why you were running so hot when I wasn't doing anything more than watching youtube videos. I thought maybe you were just… getting old. And, well, you know how impossible it is to repair apple devices when they started soldering everything to the motherboard…"

Mac didn't respond, only kept their gaze fixed to the ground. You bit your lip. What else could you say to them? That you hadn't considered their feelings because, up until now, you hadn't known that they had any? But still, you had agonized over that decision, and ultimately couldn't bring yourself to make the purchase. It felt like abandoning a dear friend, one who had been with you throughout college and the first years of your true adult life.

Finally, you stood and crossed the small distance between the two of you. Mac's pensive gaze turned into one of shock when you knelt down beside them and took their hand in yours. You smiled gently when you heard their fans start up again.

"Mac, I'm sorry I made you feel inadequate," you said. "You've always been good enough for me. More than enough. I couldn't just replace you… it felt wrong."

Mac took a shaky breath. Your guilt from earlier sank its claws deeper into your chest as you noticed tears gathering in Mac's eyes. When they next spoke, it was in a quiet, trembling voice that broke your heart.

"I thought…" they squeezed your hand, as if trying to reassure themself that you wouldn't leave. "…when you stopped updating my operating system, I thought… you were already done with me, and you just didn't have the money for a new computer yet…"

"No—" You sat up to look them in the eyes properly. "I stopped updating because I knew apple deliberately slowed down older devices with each new OS. I wanted to keep you as long as I could."

If you hadn't already been staring at Mac so intently, you would've missed the slight hitch in their breath when you spoke your last words. Tentatively, you reached up to touch their cheek. They flinched, then raised their own hand to cover your own. On the table beside you, the fans on the computer hummed ever louder.

"You… really mean it?" Mac said.

"Of course." You smiled. "Where else am I gonna find another computer like you? Now that I know you're not actually on your deathbed with that overheating CPU, we've still got a long road ahead… together."

"…Together," Mac repeated. They let out a breathy laugh before turning aside to wipe their eyes. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that…"

"I'll say it as many times as you like."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙯 𓆩⟡𓆪

Pairing: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd X F!Reader Word Count: 1187 Warnings: Immense amount of cringe, Synopsis: Dimitri is not acquainted with the art of courting, and yet he is determined to make good on his side of the bargain with Sylvain.

It was a pretty stupid bargain.

One that he did not think too much about, for desperate times required desperate measures.  However, even if desperation was enough of a cause to accept Sylvain’s unfathomable request, Dimitri wondered whether or not his pride would betray him sooner or later.

“Naive and uptight…” His friend’s words rang at the back of his mind once more, and the poor prince could not help but scowl deeply. He was aware of Sylvain’s cutthroat attitude, and it was not the first time he had fallen victim to its harshness. What was most difficult to swallow was the realization that, once again, Sylvain had manipulated his way into what he wanted: A way out of trouble.

“Just invite a girl out, and I will behave according to your... decorum.”

“And how exactly should I do that?” The prince inquired.

"Come on, Your Highness. All it takes is a little show of interest and voilà. And don’t forget to smile—ladies love a good smile." He gave his friend a light tap on the shoulder, while the latter sat rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.

As a man of his word, Dimitri accepted the challenge. The task at hand could not have sounded so impossible, especially for a knight of his calibre. He was a prince, after all, and the heir of a most powerful Kingdom. With his swoopy blond hair and lean figure, some would even describe him as the pinnacle of charm and chivalry. Who would not fall for his perfect smile and honest demeanour? 

And yet, he was sure his honesty would be the death of him. 

Though the academy was full of eager suitors who would’ve volunteered for the mission faster than Raphael could finish his dinner, the heart has a foolish way of letting love trample over sound judgment.

Love, to Dimitri, was a concept he had yet to grasp fully. Aside from once gifting a dagger to a girl he admired long ago, he knew little about the art of courtship. Truth be told, Dimitri was utterly clueless when it came to the likes and dislikes of women.

He did, however, know the time at which your lessons ended. Not that he knew your entire schedule, of course… Dimitri simply enjoyed watching you burst through the doors of the Dining Hall, a book under your arm and a hunger that was almost tangible in your expression. The cheerful click of your heels and the last golden rays of sunlight breathed life back into the sombre halls of the monastery.

The prince lingered near the entrance of the dining hall, lost in thought at the mere notion of you. His steel boots clanked against the stone pavement in a staggered rhythm. He was busy counting the monastery bells until the last, signalling the end of the day. The collar of his tailored uniform seemed to tighten with every chime. 

His eyebrows pinched together in worry. Typically, you would’ve already been seen rushing through the doors. Some sweat gathered at the edge of his hairline and he could feel the Fodlan wind turn colder and colder with every minute.

Students passed by in waves, bestowing Dimitri with confused stairs and ushered giggles. Ladies gossiped amongst themselves: Who was the Heir of Faerghus waiting for? Why did he look like he was about to be sick? 

Maybe this was an incredibly stupid bargain.

How was he even supposed to approach you? Should he be direct; just come out and say it? No, that would probably send you running. How would Sylvain handle something like this? Of course, it was easier for him as he’s never loved anyone but himself.

This was different. You were different.

Before he could even begin to form a plan, you appeared at the top of the staircase, arm in arm with your friend Dorothea, laughing at a snarky remark she had made about one of your classmates. Your smile echoed in his mind for a moment, pulling him back to reality. Dimitri watched in silence as you made your way toward the Dining Hall, completely unaware of his gaze.

It was now or never. 

"Y/N.” His voice caught your attention. Your eyes perked up at him. A look of surprise manifested itself on your face before cracking with the gentlest of smiles.

“May I borrow you for a moment?" He silently prayed to Sothis that you hadn’t caught the slight crack in his voice.

"Your Highness, good evening." You greeted warmly. Dorothea slipped from your grasp and made her way toward the Dining Hall. You caught a faint, knowing grin on her face as she walked off to get a serving. Dimitri remained rooted in place, his posture stiff and an unmistakable mix of discomfort and awkwardness written across his face.

"Is everything okay...? You do not seem well." Your head tilted to the side as your eyebrows pinched together. Dimitri swore he could have died on the spot.

“Yes, the hour is late, is all.” He gulped and readjusted his neckband.  

“Of course.” You nodded hesitantly. “Were you in need of something, Your Highness?” 

What next? He had seen women swoon over Sylvain with little more than a smirk and a tilt of the head. No words needed. Was that what his friend meant by a show of interest? A glance? A gesture? Some unspoken magic he clearly didn’t possess?

An idea suddenly sparked in his mind. It was half-formed and reckless, but maybe boldness was exactly what this situation called for. He straightened ever so slightly, his pulse quickening.

"I was wondering... Are you good at Faith magic?" The question hung in the air for a second too long before Dimitri started to truly doubt himself. 

"Not really... I'm more acquainted with Reason if we are being honest. I really think you should see the nurse-" 

"Because I seem to have scraped my knee falling for you." He cut you off so abruptly, you needed a moment just to process what had sputtered out of his mouth. The words hit you like a gust of wind, sudden and disarming. He stood frozen before you, as still as a statue, clearly realizing what he’d just said but far too stunned to recover.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, blooming all the way to the tips of your ears. Your mouth hung open in silent shock, struggling to form a response. What had he just done?

The silence stretched on before it was shattered by a sudden burst of laughter. You tried desperately to suppress the giggles bubbling up inside you but one after another slipped free. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. The awkwardness of the moment only seemed to deepen, now mixed with genuine amusement.

Dimitri felt a wave of shame wash over him like never before. He bit down hard on the side of his cheek, trying to hold himself together. Was it because he had forgotten to smile?

"Please, excuse me." He marched away, eyes fixed on the ground. 

You exclaimed out from behind him."No, your Highness, I did not mean to laugh-"

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「 blue lions x gn!reader | what type of s/o they'd fall for 」

sfw | tw: n/a a/n: yeah, it's been a while... anyways, i've been replaying azure moon and i figured i would finish one of the many drafts in my docs.

[ dimitri a. blaiddyd]

dimitri has such a sincere and genuine personality that he could fall for a variety of personalities. first and foremost, he would be incredibly attracted to someone kind and empathetic. despite being good-natured himself, he’s prone to falling into depression and moments of self doubt due to his traumas. a kind, empathetic individual would balance out his low moods and bring a light to his darkness.

there would have to be something else on top of kindness, though. dimitri would be drawn to a partner that has a quirk of some sort, whether it be corny humor or wacky hobbies & interests. he considers himself to be rather plain, so encountering someone that could bewilder him with their uniqueness would have him particularly drawn. you enjoy collecting bugs? he doesn’t quite understand it, but the novelty of it has him intrigued enough to ask you questions and show his support. always cracking jokes? he might act stern and annoyed with your humor at times, but he’d look forward to seeing you just to hear your laugh.

someone with strong ideals and morals would also be incredibly attractive to him. he has his own goals and ambitions he’s passionate about, and he’d want to hear about yours, too. he would only fall harder if his partner shared the same ideals as him. 

he struggles to initiate and can get consumed by his own thoughts, so a straightforward significant other would keep him grounded and build his confidence. someone comfortable making the first move until he’s ready to take the lead (this is less of an issue post timeskip and post unhinged emo era). he’d be simultaneously flustered and infatuated by someone who wasn’t afraid to praise or compliment him outright, anything to show he’s not overthinking the possibility that his affections are reciprocated. it would be a bonus if they had enough charm to tease him and bring out his playful side.

[ dedue molinaro ]

as shown in his supports, dedue is not much of a conversationalist. that being said, he would be drawn to a significant other that can fill the silences that are sure to come in the beginnings of your relationship. he can be flighty and dismissive at times as a means to keep others at a distance, so being around someone that compels him to stay with their own outgoing nature would make his heart flutter. he wouldn’t like feeling pressured or pushed to talk, but having a partner with the ability to smoothly coax responses out of him until he’s fully engaging in the conversation would go a long way. 

dedue with a chatty partner! even if the conversation consists of them rambling about their interests, or their day, or the food served at dinner evening, he’s enamored. dedue is an exceptionally good listener, and overtime he would come to realize that he could listen to you for hours on end. there would have to be moderation, though, as he would want to be able to enjoy quiet moments with you, simply enjoying each other’s company.

stoic and reserved, dedue can be difficult to read. he would benefit from an observant partner that could pick up on his body language and subtle tells. being able to notice when he’s uncomfortable with something and see past his neutral front would make him feel seen in a way he isn’t accustomed to. 

and, of course, be kind to him. ignore his protests that there is no need to flatter him or treat him kindly, and be earnest and genuine in your affection for him. he would be taken aback at first, possibly even uncomfortable, but overtime your amicable gestures would break down his defenses. dedue would fall for a kind soul, one without discrimination or malice. 

[ sylvain j. gautier ]

oh sylvain. moving past his issues with genuine connection and intimacy, sylvain would be capable of falling deeply for someone, given they were able to work with him and his issues. he would be attracted to someone more on the no-nonsense side, someone capable of putting him in his place at first. pre-timeskip sylvain would be difficult to grasp unless you’re able to see through his flowery nonsense and be straightforward with him about not tolerating his behavior. there would be push and pull, and the game of that alone would keep him engaged. he would shift between waving off your rejections, becoming internally frustrated with his developing feelings, and ultimately seeking out your company for genuine connection. it’s stereotypical, but being “not like the others” would unfortunately catch his attention and draw him to you. 

in order to keep this up, you would need to have a lot of emotional maturity. sylvain can be incredibly perceptive and introspective when he wants to be, and having a partner with a high level of emotional maturity would encourage him to show this side more. he would try to deny it at first, but being with someone that’s able to “read” him upfront and see his true feelings would be… relieving, to say the least.

he would be attracted to someone creative and intelligent, with their own set of unique interests and hobbies. a benefit to being with sylvain is that he’s incredibly open-minded and nonjudgmental, so a nerdy, eccentric partner would only intrigue him further. he’s also a lover of the arts himself, and he would be enamored if you had a knack for art or writing (his supports with bernadetta are a testament to this). his encouragement may seem insincere at first, especially if this is before the timeskip, but he’s genuine in his interest in your work. 

[ felix h. fraldarius ]

felix is a tricky one. he’s so stubborn and people averse that he wouldn’t even have an idea of what traits he’s attracted to. in an opposites attract sort of way, i can see him falling for someone sweet and cheerful, or at least kinder than he is. he would act annoyed at first, of course (unless your personality is similar to annette, in which case he may be less harsh), but he would find himself drawn to a friendly and kind disposition. the stark contrast to his own rough around the edges personality would soften him, much to his dismay, and encourage him to loosen up a bit. it would also cause some inner turmoil, as he tells himself to stay away for the sake of preserving your light, something he doesn’t believe he has. in the end, his own infatuation would compel him to stick around despite his inner protests.

he’ll deny it at first, but felix would like a playful partner. not in a boisterous, pulling pranks sense, but a good-natured, humorous, “saying something that you know will crack a smile out of him” kind of way. he can stand to be teased a bit, too, even if it initially seems like a way to instantly annoy him. he would come to appreciate the lightheartedness, as it would coax him into somewhat letting his guard down.

he would appreciate someone strong, though their strength wouldn’t have to be purely physical. a quiet, unyielding strength would intrigue him, especially if he initially saw you as weak. he would also appreciate someone that isn’t too sensitive, as he can be harsh with his words and delivery. granted, he would try to mince his words for someone he truly cared about, but a partner that’s, for the most part, unbothered by his brash way of speaking would put him at ease.

going further into felix preferring someone with thicker skin, he would secretly swoon over a partner that’s willing to stand up to him when he’s being too edgy or stubborn. he admits that he can be a fool at times, so having someone to keep him grounded and embrace his own humanity would benefit him.

of course, he would immediately fall for someone that challenged him. someone he can train with, improve with, someone he can lose to. that alone would keep him engaged and wanting to be around you more.

[ ashe ubert ]

i have a headcanon that ashe gets crushes rather easily, giving him a wide range of personalities he’d fall for. of course, he would find someone kind and cheerful to be endearing, feeling soothed by their gentle nature. he would also admire a confident, outspoken personality, since he’s working to find his own voice and confidence. i could even see him falling for a shyer personality, as it would encourage him to seek you out and initiate conversations.

a commonality amidst all of these personalities would be that his potential significant other would have to match his earnestness. ashe wouldn’t care if you didn’t share the exact same interests, but seeing you passionate about anything would fill him with admiration. he would fall for traits he could admire; tenacity, creativity, vigilance. 

 similar to dimitri, i think ashe would appreciate eccentricity. he’s open-minded and intrigued by most things, so being around someone that introduced him to new and novel interests would enthrall him. he would appreciate someone that he can explore new things with, someone open to adventure and exploring. bonus points if they’re more adventurous than him, as it would encourage him to come out of his shell. 

though he would definitely fall for someone kind and good-natured, he would also be drawn to someone blunt and straightforward. ashe can be too kind at times, and he would genuinely appreciate being with someone that can help him decipher when he’s people pleasing too much. 

[ annette f. dominic ]

annette would like a strong but silent type, someone that balances her cheerful and bubbly nature. she wouldn’t be attracted to a personality that was too dark or brooding, rather a grounded presence she can feel secure around. she’s naturally clumsy and prone to occasionally making small mistakes, so having someone that can keep her on her toes (figuratively and literally), would be endearing. 

to add to this, she would like having a partner she could spend a lot of time with. it could seem like she’s dragging you around, but ultimately she just enjoys being able to try new things with someone. she would fall for someone open-minded and lacking in harsh or judgmental opinions, as she has her own quirks and hobbies she would want to feel comfortable sharing. 

she would fall for someone hard working, earnest, and willing to grow with her. she’s incredibly heard working and fastidious, and she would benefit from a partner that shares her desire to succeed and improve. with this comes patience as well, as she wouldn’t mesh well with someone too critical or irritable. 

[ ingrid b. galatea ] 

ingrid would fall for someone hard working, passionate, and goal-oriented. she would prefer a partner that she can work alongside; i don’t see her faring well with someone lazy and unmotivated. she takes her ambitions very seriously, and she would be drawn to someone of a similar nature, even if their goals are different than her own. the passion alone is what matters to her, and she would seek a significant other that could provide a dynamic of mutual support and encouragement. 

with encouragement comes improvement, and she would admire a partner that wasn’t afraid to give her constructive criticism. she prefers direct communication, even if it’s difficult, so her ideal partner would be capable of communicating clearly and honestly. 

she would enjoy a competitive partner, or at least a partner that’s playful enough to push her out of her comfort zone. she can get stuck in her own routines, so having someone that can steer her away from comfortability would be a must. 

the ultimate bonus is someone that can cook or shares her love for food. omitting everything above, food might be the key to her heart; she would inevitably find herself falling for someone with culinary prowess. 

[ mercedes von matritz ]

perhaps this is controversial, but i feel that mercedes would fall for a significant other that harbors their own fair share of issues and trauma. if they were troubled in their own way, but earnest enough that they were clearly willing and trying to improve, her heart would draw her to them. not necessarily in a savior complex way, but in a such way where she would appreciate your emotional complexity and find herself drawn to your humanity. 

this goes both ways, as mercedes has her own issues and traumas that she mostly keeps to herself. one of the reasons she would find herself drawn to a partner with their own set of baggage is that it would encourage her to open up about her own. she would appreciate the mutual connection, and having someone that understands and empathizes with her would warm her heart. 

even though mercedes is perceptive enough to read you on her own, she would appreciate a partner that’s open and honest. she loves candid conversations and values communications highly, so she would be drawn to someone sociable and outspoken. 

mercedes is very nurturing, and as such can get lost in taking care of other people. it would catch her off guard, but ultimately relieve her, if you showed her the intense attention and care she shows others. surprising her with kind gestures, words of encouragement, and acts of service is a surefire way to her heart.

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heyyy so i'm imagining the fe3h guys in a modern club setting. who's dancing with you and who's in the corner wishing they were at home?

i feel like sylvain is an obvious answer; he'd be catching ass and dancing and doing all the works- idk about the rest though. i feel like obviously felix is wishing he was anywhere but out, maybe dimitri is awkwardly trying to match the vibe and claude isn't taking anything seriously. what are your thoughts 🎤

Y'know, technically my requests are closed, but it has been FOREVER since I did a little FE3H headcanon break, so let's talk "sexy run-in at the club" - especially since weirdly enough this is a scenario that makes its way through my brain semi-frequently. Maybe because I'm one of those people who listens to music while thinking "how can I make this about my OCs and/or the character I'm currently fixated on"

As a heads-up, these will be of varying degrees of implied spiciness, and a general CW for booze and cigarettes applies.

FE3H guys x GN!Reader

A night out at The Club TM

Modern AU, semi-NSFW

Linhardt: Absolutely does not want to be here, got dragged here by his friends- that said, connecting with you over a surprisingly in-depth conversation while lingering at the far end of the bar is a welcome oasis in this maelstrom of noise and chaos. The suggestion to find a quiet place to continue your chat (depending on the type of club, a private room or a tucked away back hallway) very gradually and naturally turns handsy and heated as the conversation continues. (tbh I always imagine Lin preferring a hookah lounge over all, but maybe that's because of my own fondness for them- plus, sharing a pipe can be so intimate)

Caspar: The noise, the energy, the hype, he is absolutely living for it, he's ready for a loud and wild night. If you're ready and able to match his energy, it's awesome if a little concerning- but more likely, you'll be the level head to help keep him just a little more focused and sane. It won't be long before he stumbles into you with his face flushed and a goofy smile on his face and leans close to make sure you can hear him over the music when he tells you he can't believe how insanely hot you are.

Ferdinand: He thinks he's there as the group chaperone (he is not, that's Hubert), and he's buzzed sooner than he wants to admit. That said, he absolutely loves dancing, and will gleefully take your hand and pull you into the crowd with him. He's gentlemanly about it, of course- genuinely here to have a good time with you. But the pull between you is undeniable, and he's just so charming when he smiles at you through the flashing lights. You'll have to be the one to make any serious moves if you want to go further, but damn is he receptive if you do.

Hubert: Actually the group chaperone, and only along because he knows exactly how out of hand things could get without someone holding the reins. If you're a wild sort yourself, he'll of course tease you a bit with that crooked, sardonic grin- but he's ultimately gentle and doting about getting you home safely. If you're more the responsible type like him, he enjoys the end of the night, when you both have gotten everyone else settled and finally have some quiet time at your apartment to wind down and get comfortable in a more intimate environment. (Those late night/early morning post-club conversations hit different)

Felix: He's another who's been dragged along by his friends, though depending on the club, he may at least be into the band or DJ. You're more likely to find him smoking out back, more for an excuse to get out of the noise for a bit than anything else. If you're so inclined, he'll definitely share his cig with you, but one way or another by the time Sylvain or Ingrid comes to find you both, he's leaning over you with your back against the brick outer wall and your bodies so close that you have to lurch away from one another when you realize you're not alone. Who knows when he'll have the guts to follow up on the undeniable sexual tension.

Sylvain: As you say, he's absolutely in his element here and is positively drinking it all up. Half way through the night, he's got you pulled against him in the middle of the dance floor, his shirt half-open and his hands shamelessly all over your body. He is genuinely a pretty good dancer, and while your dancing together could practically be considered foreplay, he is impressively on-rhythm. Of course, while he absolutely relishes in the tension between you, the moment you lean close and say into his ear that you want him, he's ready to find somewhere private.

Dedue: He's working the bar, serving up drinks with stoic efficiency and keeping an eye on things to make sure no one gets up to anything too risky. Throughout the night, you just barely catch his eyes lingering on you from time to time, and when you accept your drink from him with a smile, he finally lets slip just the smallest shy smile of his own. By the time you work up the courage to ask him when he finishes his shift for the night, he's got his number written on a cocktail napkin for you and hands it over with your drink order, which he insists is on the house.

Dimitri: Visibly awkward even just walking into the place, probably gets carded a couple times even though he's obviously of age, simply because he looks and acts like he doesn't belong here. That said, with time and maybe a drink or two (not too much- he gets existential when he drinks), he'll relax enough to enjoy just spending the time with you and his friends. Hell, you may even persuade him out onto the dance floor "just for one song," which soon turns into another, and another, as he forgets himself for once just for the chance to be close to you like this.

Ashe: Ashe is always someone who's surprisingly adaptable, so while he's not exactly a party animal, he knows his way around a night out with friends. He's attentive to your mood and your vibe, encouraging you onto the dance floor with him if it seems like it'll help you get out of your head and let loose, or simply lingering against the outer wall and watching the crowd together while you two share a drink and conversation. You two gradually stand closer and closer together- you know, to hear each other better over the music, of course. But when he tentatively asks if you'd like to go get some air with him, you can't help your heart fluttering when you nod.

Claude: He's absolutely down for a rowdy night, and is even more so looking forward to whatever dumb bullshit he and his friends can get up to- he loves a bit of drama on a night out, though he prefers to observe and gossip, rather than be directly involved. Halfway through the night, you'll find him lingering alone on a balcony overlooking the dance floor, but the moment he sees you, he'll call you over with a charming grin, slipping an arm around your waist oh-so casually as he offers you a sip of his drink. It's absolutely intentional that every time he leans close for you to hear him, his breath warmly grazes your ear.

Raphael: He's working security for the venue as a bouncer or some-such, and it's hard not to notice his huge, muscled frame on your way in that night. The next time you see him, he's stopping by the bar while on break, and he greets you with a wide and earnest smile when he notices you staring. He quickly gets caught up chatting with you, and barely remembers to finish grabbing a water and snack before getting back to work- but before he goes, he stammers out that you're really cool and really gorgeous, and fumbles out his phone to ask for your number. (You can also bet that if anyone tries to get even a little fresh with you that night, he'll physically lift them off of their feet to escort them out of the club)

Ignatz: Definitely got peer-pressured into coming along by Claude and Lorenz, but he's doing his best to be open to the experience, at least. He's open minded enough about music that he's enjoying the band or DJ while he nurses some kind of eclectic craft beer in hand. He hadn't realized his friends had persuaded you to come along until you're inviting him out onto the dance floor and they're pushing him towards you with knowing smiles until he follows you, tripping over himself a bit and bumping into you until he steadies himself and starts to get into the rhythm of it all.

Lorenz: If it's a night on the town, Lorenz is going all out; he's got a table reserved for everyone on the second floor balcony and gleefully buys the first round of wildly over-priced cocktails, offering a toast to a night to remember. That said, he also severely over-estimates his tolerance, so a couple hours of dancing and pricey drinks later, he'll be pink in the face and rambling to you about how incredible you look tonight and that he can't keep his eyes off of you. The following day, he vaguely remembers how he embarrassed himself, but does assure you that he meant every drunken compliment with complete sincerity. Maybe something to discuss over a hangover-cure-brunch-date.

Seteth: It's a coworker situation, and he's definitely only here because everyone in the office convinced him that it would be a "productive, team-building exercise" for everyone to get drinks together after work. While he's stiff as ever, even he can't hide the way his eyes linger on you all night, and the way he fusses over you as you work your way through a few drinks raises more than a few eyebrows. Canonically, Seteth has unusually high alcohol tolerance, so he's likely to spend the night adorably flustered by your flirtatious looks and touches while putting all of his focus and energy into making sure you (and everyone else, to be fair) get home safely. And hey, being sternly told to let him know when you get home is one way to get your handsome but uptight coworker's number.

Jeritza: Honestly, he's giving "drummer in the band at a grimy punk bar" vibes, and I'm so here for it. He seems completely entranced and in his own world while performing, but after the set when you need a second to breathe and collect yourself, you step outside to find him smoking out back, and the intensity of his stare freezes you in place. You trade a few words and a few drags of his cigarette, but it doesn't take long for him to quietly admit that he noticed you in the crowd, and it takes even less time after that for him to have you back inside and pressed up against the wall of the green room.

Balthus: He's always in for a good time, and more importantly, a messy and rowdy time. He's got running bets on who's going to tap out first for the night, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be him. Before he's even that tipsy, he'll have you out on the dance floor with him, clumsily but enthusiastically jamming along while screaming the lyrics of every song you two recognize. With enough time to get lost in the blissful chaos of it all, you'll be "that couple" aggressively making out in the middle of the crush of bodies on the dance floor until he huskily whispers to you that you should head to his place.

Yuri: Oh, Yuri has got the hookups. He knows the bartender, knows the owner (or hell, maybe he is the owner), and you'll have as many free drinks as you can handle and night-long access to a private room at your request. He's perfectly comfortable on the dance floor, of course, and sees the push-and-pull game of gradually experimenting with touches and friction while feeling the rhythm along side you to be positively stimulating. He'll have you blissfully pressing your body against him by the time he wordlessly begins to pull you back to the private room with him, a smirk across those lovely lips.

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Honestly so with you on the genshin story omg. The reason I stopped playing was bc all of their interlude quests were so hyped up but NEVER gave us ANYTHING like when we fully met our sibling at the end of Sumeru????? And we didn't even talk about the abyss?????? Wtf?????? And then we canonically don't even remember it??????

I only liked this quest bc of Albedo and bc of the whole 5d chess stunt he pulled (and bc of this line right here. When the strike ends I need someone to replay this quest and put it on youtube bc I need to see Khoi Dao voice this)

And once I finished playing it I put the game down again bc there was nothing else keeping me there :/ like if I had someone to coop with and just fuck around and explore the world I would but otherwise :/// eh

PENGU I WAS SO FUCKING RIGHT

got hit by apollo's dodgeball of prophecy four years ago and didn't even know it...........

Holy fuck I'm rising from the dead again. Look, I'm gonna preface this by saying that first, excellent seer powers. I like that even tho its been four years, genshin hasn't forgotten about their established lore even if it took awhile. Having said that, possible spoilers below

I need to say this with my whole chest: I’m getting so annoyed at HoYo and their game trailer reveal bullshit. We get these super hyped moments in the trailers and then when the actual story drops? We get served NOTHING. You go girl, give us nothing.

I was honestly losing interest in Genshin for a while, but then the story trailer dropped with Albedo, and wowee—suddenly I’m excited again?? I get to see Diluc and Kaeya fight side by side?? The water dragon gets stabbed???

Oh… so it’s a fade to black and I don’t even get to see them fight? In fact, the entire trailer was the in-game cutscene. The water dragon thing? Literally just Paimon reading a newspaper headline—and that’s it??? Holy shit. I’m gonna uninstall this game for Silver Palace. At least I can drift with a horse there.

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The only cheating we do is on diets.

— You receive a text message one day that reads, 'Your boyfriend's cheating on you.'

— Phainon, Aventurine, Dan Heng + Blade

[Masterlist]

This isn't angst I swear. We don't write angst on this blog (occasionally). Please don't take this too seriously, tyvm.

Phainon

You read the message once, your eyes scanning the words, “Your boyfriend’s cheating on you,” with a mix of disbelief and amusement. A quick flick of your thumb, and the sender is reported as spam and promptly blocked. Cheating, huh? The thought barely registers before you can’t help but smile. The idea of Phainon—of all people—engaging in something as mundane as infidelity is laughable. You stifle the laugh, trying not to disturb the pillow beneath you. It’s a warm, familiar weight, his arm draped lazily over the dip in your waist. He’s still asleep, the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing the only sound in the room, his hair mussed from sleep, a stray lock falling over his eyes. You catch yourself watching him for a moment, a soft chuckle escaping as you think of the stupidity of the message. The only thing Phainon is "cheating" at is at life for being effortlessly pretty no matter the setting.

You move to sit up, but the dull ache in your back makes you wince, a reminder of how long you’ve been lying in the same position. As soon as you shift, Phainon’s face scrunches up, and he lets out a quiet, almost imperceptible groan of discomfort. His hand instinctively reaches toward the space where you had been resting, brushing over his chest as if expecting to find you there. His fingers lightly graze over the soft fabric of the blanket, but when he doesn’t feel the solid warmth of your presence, his hand starts to wander, searching aimlessly across the bed. He shifts, his eyes barely open, heavy with sleep, yet his expression holds a mix of confusion and mild irritation, as if he’s not quite sure why you’re not there.

His fingers flex in the air, like he's trying to pull you back with just a gentle grasp. The movement is slow and languid, a sleepy sort of desperation in his touch. His gaze flickers toward where you were lying, and for a moment, he looks like he might drift back to sleep, but then his eyes focus on you, clearly irritated by the interruption to his morning routine. Still, underneath the grumpiness, there's a softness to it—an unspoken yearning for you to be there with him, the kind of vulnerability he doesn't usually show when he's fully awake. It's as if he’s not quite ready to face the day without the comfort of your presence by his side.

"Come backkkk," he whines, his voice thick and sluggish, still wrapped in the warmth of sleep. The words tumble out lazily, like he's half in a dream, and it makes you smile despite the situation.

You think back on the message again. Cheating, huh? Yeah right. You can't help but shake your head at the silliness of it all. It’s hard to even take it seriously when Phainon is clinging to you like this, completely oblivious to anything but you. If he knew about that message, he’d probably just laugh, but right now, it’s clear his only concern is you being glued to him. With the weight of his hand still reaching for you, his grogginess is almost endearing, and you can’t help but feel a little lighter, a little amused. How could anyone even think he’d be unfaithful when he acts like this? It’s almost like he’s a child in need of comfort, his normally sharp demeanor dulled by sleep and a simple desire for your closeness. The message doesn’t seem to matter now. You’re not going anywhere.

Aventurine

You blink at the text that flashes on your phone screen, reading it twice to make sure you're not imagining things. The bold, slightly aggressive tone of the message makes your eyebrows furrow in petty amusement. Looking up, you see Aventurine casually shuffling a deck of cards with the kind of ease that comes from years of practice, his fingers flicking each card as if it's second nature. A mischievous glint dances in his eyes as he flips each card with a flourish, the soft sound of laminated card stock brushing against each other filling the quiet room. His focus is entirely on the game he's playing with himself, his brow furrowed slightly as he concentrates. Even when the next card reveals a joker, the corner of his lips twitches upward in satisfaction. It’s almost as if the world could be burning around him, and he’d still be unfazed—except when it comes to cards. That’s the only game he should be cheating at, you think with a smirk.

"Hey, I know you've got a not-so-subtle thing for Dr. Ratio, but if you seriously leave me for him, I'll kill you."

The next card stutters and flies off the table as Aventurine’s head snaps up, his eyes widening for a split second. Good. Bafflement looks good on him. You can feel the corner of your lips twitch as you try to suppress a smile, so instead, you hold your phone up to your lips, pretending to innocently read the message, though the sound of your muffled snickers betrays your amusement.

Aventurine stares at you, his shock quickly replaced by a teasing smirk, “Do you think so lowly of me?”

His voice is light, but laced with mock offense. His expression is still a bit off-kilter as he leans back, resting his arm across the table, and presses his cheek against it, propping his head up with a casual ease. He looks at you sideways, his eyes narrowing in playful challenge, as if he’s trying to gauge whether you’re serious or just messing with him.

"Yeah, I'll make sure they never find your body. Then, I'll go seduce Ratio to make sure you’re rolling in your grave," you say, your voice dripping with honey sweetness, the words lingering in the air like a venomous lullaby. You lean back in your chair, a playful glint in your eyes as you let the threat hang, watching Aventurine's reaction. Your tone is teasing, but there's an edge to it that makes it impossible to fully tell if you're joking or not.

Aventurine’s eyes narrow, the corners of his lips curling into a slow, dangerous grin, his amusement clear. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink—just watches you with a cool, calculating gaze. The soft rustle of cards shuffling between his fingers fills the silence that follows, his movements deliberate, almost too smooth. His entire posture suggests he’s unfazed, though there's something in the air that tells you he’s far from it.

“You’re getting bold,” he mutters, his voice low, edged with a trace of amusement that dances in his tone. His fingers pause over a card, as if savoring the moment, "I guess I’ll have to keep an eye on you. Wouldn’t want you planning my demise too soon."

Dan Heng

You frown at the text before looking up, the words still lingering in your mind. It’s breakfast time for the entire Express crew, and the warmth of the morning has settled into the dining area. The table is filled with an eclectic spread of dishes, each one more unique than the last. There’s a jar of sweet, amber-colored jam next to perfectly buttered toast, its golden crust promising a satisfying crunch. A bowl of congee steams softly beside century eggs, their dark, mottled shells cracked open to reveal the soft, translucent black eggs inside. The aroma of freshly brewed tea mingles with the milk and the clink of forks against plates fills the room in a gentle, rhythmic harmony. It’s a mundane yet content scene, one that, despite its simplicity, brings a sense of comfort and belonging to all who gather here.

"Dan Heng?"

"Yes?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

The table goes deathly silent, the clink of chopsticks and the soft murmur of conversation cease. Only the soft hum of the ship's engine breaks the tension. Everyone’s eyes dart between you and Dan Heng, the sudden question hanging in the air like a thick fog. Dan Heng's hand is mid-air, his chopsticks frozen, the bite of food he was about to take now forgotten. His gaze flickers up to meet yours, brow furrowed in confusion. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he places the chopsticks down, his full attention now on you.

"Never."

It’s a single word, but it’s spoken with such firm, unshakable conviction that a sudden wave of embarrassment washes over you. The lingering weight of your question dissipates as if it had never been there in the first place, and you’re left feeling strangely silly for asking. You take a breath, feeling oddly lighter.

"Okay, just checking," you murmur, nodding with a small, sheepish smile, feeling the slightest hint of heat rise to your cheeks. You return your focus to your food, the question now a fleeting thought as you try to act like it was never even spoken. The smooth porcelain of your bowl feels comforting in your hands, grounding you back into the moment. And just like that, the world picks up where it left off—the familiar clatter of chopsticks against bowls, the soft hum of casual chatter, the warmth of the morning sunlight spilling through the window, casting a soft glow on the table.

"Woah, woah, you can't just say that and pretend nothing happened!!" March slides in, a look of mock outrage dancing across her face as her eyes flicker between you and Dan Heng, clearly having sensed the shift in the air. You nonchalantly flip your phone over to show the group the text you received. The digital scrawl of accusation is there, glaring at everyone with its bold letters and insinuating tone. Before anyone can react, you swipe the screen, blocking the sender with a swift motion, sealing the conversation off.

"Dan Heng said he wasn't cheating. That's all I need. But, um… sorry… it just came out of nowhere, so I just blurted it out," you murmur, subtly hiding behind your bowl as if it could shield you from the attention now directed your way. The warmth of the ceramic is comforting against your hands, and you find yourself absentmindedly stirring the contents, hoping to distract yourself from the awkwardness of the moment. Your gaze flickers up, just enough to catch March's smirk and Dan Heng's steady, unbothered expression. The weight of the conversation feels lighter now, the tension having dissipated, but you're still acutely aware of the eyes on you.

"I mean, I trust him," you add quickly, trying to smooth over your slip, though the self-consciousness creeping into your voice betrays your attempts to act casual. March, ever the teasing spirit, grins wider, but her expression softens when she sees how genuinely flustered you are.

"Hey, no worries," she says with a playful wink, "we've all had those moments."

The reassurance brings a little ease to your shoulders, and you finally lower your bowl, feeling the heat of the moment start to fade, replaced by the gentle flow of conversation and the next adventure.

Blade

You stare down at the text message. It's from an unknown number, but considering who your boyfriend is, you're not really surprised. Blade can be terrifying when he wants to be. At first, you consider ignoring it. After all, if Blade seriously didn't like you anymore, he’d make it obvious. He wouldn't send cryptic messages, you don't even think he knows how to, or play mind games. He'd be direct, like he always is. He'd say it to your face—tell you to leave him alone permanently, no strings attached. So cheating just doesn’t seem like his style, especially considering the effort it took just to worm your way into the corners of his heart. To think that after all that, he’d start seeing someone else? Yeah, right. The whole idea feels almost... laughable. Then again, there’s a small, cynical part of you that wonders if that would be a green flag or a red one, given the context. It’s not that he doesn’t care about you—it’s just that the thought of him cheating on you seems... inconvenient, rather than a calculated betrayal. Maybe that’s a good thing? Or maybe, you think bitterly, it’s just the twisted reality of being with someone who’s as emotionally distant as he is.

You exhale a quiet breath, tossing the phone onto the bed beside you. The message still lingers in your mind like a weight, its implications gnawing at you despite your better judgment telling you to let it go. Blade isn’t the type to pull this kind of stunt. If anything, his indifference to emotions—his refusal to let anyone in—would make any kind of infidelity pointless, wouldn’t it? You shake your head, trying to push the thought out of your mind.

"What did you read?"

You glance up, and you're not surprised to see him—the man of the hour—leaning casually against the opposite wall. His eyes are closed, the dark shadows beneath them hinting at a sleepless night, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His sword, held close as if it's part of him, glints faintly in the dim light. The atmosphere shifts, the air thick with unspoken tension. Instead of answering, you walk over and slide between his legs, the space around you feeling charged as you come to a halt just inches from him.

"I don't care about your vendetta against that man," you say, voice low and deliberate, your hands lightly brushing his thighs as you settle into place, "But you're mine. All mine. Do you understand?"

His jaw clenches, his brows furrow slightly beneath his lashes, but he doesn't answer immediately. His gaze lingers on yours, sharp and intense, almost daring you to push further. He doesn’t answer right away, just watches you, his lips curling into a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. You take a breath, your hands coming to rest at his waist, the space between you charged with an unspoken promise.

"Say it," you demand, voice dropping a notch lower, "or I’ll make sure you never get permission to die."

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something that tells you he’s heard the weight of your words. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he leans in just enough to close the distance between you, his breath warm on your cheek.

"I'm yours."

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I literally haven't even seen the trailer I just heard from my friend and booked it back to the game LOL

He's literally fixed my art block AND writing block. I have made so many things for this mans in the past few days

Look at him. My husband <3 he has done nothing wrong 😌 I'll let him murder me any day bc I know he'll bring me back w alchemy and we can be together forever 😌😌😌

PENGU. I AM RUNNING. BACK TO MONDSTADT. TO DEFEND MY HUSBAND IN COURT

fr tho I haven't touched genshin in literally a year but then my friend who still plays the game told me Albedo was going on trial for murder and I naruto ran back to the game

in his defense your honor he looked really hot while doing it........

YOOO I saw that reveal trailer thumbnail and nearly tripped over the play button—WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALBEDO IS BACK??? GO GIRL, BURN DOWN MONDSTADT!!!

This always happens. Just when I finally decide to quit a gacha, they drag me back in with the best character imaginable. I was originally going to roll for Lighter in ZZZ and then quit, but then Harumasa dropped—FOR FREE, BY THE WAY. And now, with Genshin, I was planning to roll for Ifa and dip, but ALBEDO storms through the door, and suddenly I'm locked back in.

Hoyo saw the player base slipping and pulled the emergency lore lever. What do you mean I get to see Diluc and Kaeya fight side by side???

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Romance with the Alchemist.

pairing: albedo x reader

warning: not proofread, rough draft, grammatical erroes (i think), wrote this like a year before and continued it on the spot so it's going to be a bit confusing but anw idc i js need to delete these drafts mehn HWIEHDJWJAH.

It began with a cup of tea.

Not yours—his. Albedo had brewed it, left it on the table, and forgotten about it amidst a string of calculations. You passed by, noticed the cup, and without a word, picked it up, warmed it again over the flame, and set it beside him with the gentlest clink.

That was the first data point. He didn’t write it down, but it stayed. He told himself it was curiosity at first.

You behaved unlike the others who visited Dragonspine. You didn’t press him with questions, didn’t ask for favors or boast about surviving the cold. You were…quiet, in your own way. Attentive without demanding. Present without pulling.

A quiet variable that returned, again and again. He found himself measuring time in your visits. Not in hours or days, but in the way the cave brightened when your boots left shallow prints by the door.

Noted. Unspoken.

Albedo’s affection bloomed not like fire, but like frost—slow, creeping, unnoticed until everything beneath was touched by it. He began adding a second chair beside his. “In case Timaeus visits,” he said. But he never offered it to Timaeus. Only to you.

He stored a second blanket in the corner—“for emergencies.” You used it once. After that, it was always folded neatly at arm’s reach from your favorite spot. These weren’t declarations. These were constants. Quiet insertions into his environment that proved your presence was not only expected, but accounted for.

The acceptance came not with a realization, but with a recalibration. One night, after you left with a soft wave and a promise to return “next week, maybe,” he found his mind drifting. Not to your face.

But to your voice, saying “next week.”

To your hand brushing his wrist as you passed something he needed.

To the warmth of your scarf still left behind on the hook.

He stared at it for a long time.

Then, without a word, he hung it next to his coat.

It was in the way he started pacing when your return was delayed. The way his brush hovered above the page, unsure whether to draw the tree outside… or the way he could see your breath on the cold air as you looked at something from the distance.

He never called this feeling to be something possibly like romance or affection, he does not believe he could feel such emotions.

But he stopped testing it. Stopped resisting the instinct to brew tea for two. To write notes in the margin for you to find. To reach for the scarf you gave him even when the cold didn’t bite.

One evening, you fell asleep near the campfire in his lab, book in hand, cheek resting against your arm. The silence was soft, comforting.

Albedo didn’t move you. He sat, watching the snow beyond the entrance, the curl of your fingers against the page. And for the first time, he allowed himself to speak aloud—not to wake you, not to be heard, but simply to let it exist:

“Stay as long as you’d like.”

It was not an invitation.

Not a request.

But it was a hypothesis proven true, quietly, patiently: In a world of shifting truths and elusive formulas, you had become the one constant he never needed to solve—only preserve.

To be honest, the snow never bothered Albedo.

Most avoided Dragonspine unless they had no choice, but not him—and not you, either, much to his quiet surprise the first time you trudged through the thick frost just to bring him a scarf. It was hand-knitted, a little uneven in stitching, dyed a blue that didn’t quite match his usual palette. You apologized for it, babbling that you weren’t sure he’d like it, but—

He took it from your hands, wore it immediately, and didn’t say a word. But he wore it again. And again. Every time you visited. You never noticed the way his gloved hand would linger over the fabric when you left. He made sure of that.

Albedo didn’t love like others did.

There were no grand proclamations. No impulsive touches or clumsy declarations. He didn’t stumble over his feelings or turn crimson at your smile. Instead, he observed you—like an unsolvable equation that he didn’t want to solve too fast.

He remembered the way you liked your tea: a dash of honey, not sugar. So when you visited the lab, a steaming cup always waited near the heat lamp. He noted the books you skimmed in the library, then borrowed them in secret, reading ahead so you could “coincidentally” discuss them together.

He never said the words. But he showed them in ways he knew how—through routines, through precision, through the silence between thoughts where your name lingered like an echo.

One afternoon, you arrived while snowflakes danced lazily outside, clinging to your cloak. “You’re not cold?” you asked, setting down a wrapped lunch you made for the both of you.

“I’m adjusted to this climate,” he answered without looking up, yet he slid a warmer chair closer to the heater for you. “But you should be careful. I noticed your gloves are worn. I’ve… made you a pair.”

You blinked. “You made them?” He nodded. “Woven from wool. Reinforced with wind crystal shards. A minor alchemical enhancement for warmth retention.”

You laughed softly, slipping them on. “They’re perfect.” He turned away too quickly. “I’m glad.” He never said the three words. He didn’t need to. The way he watched you with steady, unwavering eyes—the way he noticed what even you didn’t—said it all.

It wasn’t until much later, when you found an old sketchbook half-buried under his pile of notes, that you truly saw it. Pages and pages of you. Not exact portraits, but impressions—the curve of your hand holding tea, the softness in your gaze when you looked at snow falling outside his window, the tilt of your head when you read aloud.

Each drawing carried a different kind of tenderness. And at the corner of one, written in his delicate script: “Hypothesis: In the presence of [Name], the concept of home shifts. It is no longer a place, but a person.”

When it came to everyone and their thoughts regarding the both of you, Lisa knew first. Of course she did.

You visited the library one afternoon looking for a book Albedo had once mentioned in passing—Floral Properties of Subzero Climates, Vol. II. You didn’t ask for it by name. You simply described the way his voice softened when he last spoke of it.

Lisa smiled, handed it over without a word, and watched you leave with a knowing hum. “That boy…” she murmured. “Head over heels in his own way.

Kaeya noticed when he caught Albedo adjusting his gloves one evening at the tavern. “You’re headed back to Dragonspine, aren’t you?” Kaeya asked. “Say hello to our favorite snow visitor for me.”

Albedo blinked once, the way he did when caught off-guard. “You mean Timaeus?” Kaeya chuckled. “Sure. Timaeus.” But Albedo didn’t argue. He just quietly picked up the satchel with two thermoses inside—one with his usual tea, the other with yours.

He wouldn’t call it affection. But he made sure the one labeled with your initials was sealed better, warmer.

Sucrose found one of your hairpins tucked into the corner of Albedo’s desk. She reached for it absentmindedly, only for Albedo to stop her gently. “That’s not… for use,” he said.

“Oh.” She blinked. “It’s the traveler’s, right?” Albedo didn’t answer. He just took it and placed it into the locked drawer where he kept his most fragile samples. Not because he wanted to hide it—but because things that mattered should be protected.

You never talked about what it meant. When you arrived, you simply sat beside him. Sometimes you read. Sometimes he painted. Sometimes you both just existed in quiet parallel.

But small things kept building up.

The sketchbook left open where he knew you’d peek.

The comment you’d drop about something he made—just enough to make him pause, the corners of his lips curling slightly.

Once, you brought lunch and forgot utensils. Without hesitation, Albedo offered his own.

Two hours later, he was still touching the spot where your fingers had grazed his.

Amber visited one time and caught the two of you mid-conversation—or rather, mid-silence. You were both just sitting, sipping tea, watching the snow fall outside. Nothing romantic, at first glance.

But then Albedo leaned closer, brushing a stray snowflake from your shoulder without breaking eye contact. You didn’t flinch. You smiled, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Amber blinked. “Wait,” she whispered under her breath. “Are they…already dating?”

You weren’t.

Neither of you said anything.

But everyone could see it and they had bet on it. In the way Albedo set aside a space for you in every part of his world. In the way your laugh softened his features in a way no potion or pigment ever could. Still, the words were never spoken.

Not when he adjusted your scarf before you left.

Not when you left him your gloves by mistake and found them cleaned and folded neatly in your bag the next morning.

Not even when he handed you a notebook one day—filled with formulas, sketches, pressed flowers, and on the last page: “Certain variables defy classification. I’ve stopped trying to define what you are to me. I’ve decided instead…to keep you.” There was no name on it. But you knew.

And when you returned the next day, you didn’t say anything either. Just sat beside him like always, eyes shining a little brighter.

And he, ever subtle, simply handed you your cup.

Still warm. Still waiting.

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Damn dieting sucks sm I admire your dedication bc I've never even tried to do it LOL I know for a fact that I won't stick to it

Also I've been rotating Seth SO hard in my head lately............. the catboy agenda has got me in a chokehold. I literally have him as my phone bg so I can stare at him at work and sigh dreamily bc I like him a Normal Amount

And he's gotten me drawing again:

^ idk if you've seen the debate of "do catboys have human ears in addition to their car ears?" but I am a staunch believer in the secret third option—only car ears but they extend to where the human ears are. Not only is it more proportional to a real cat's head it also solves the issue of short hair on catboys 😌

hello Pengu I have an offering for you as a welcome gift for joining the zzz fandom 🤲

AYOOO IS THAT A FIC 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

AND FOR ZZZ????

😌🙏

Thank you for the food, I have been on a diet and hating life, but today is the lord's day to have a cheat day

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Slapping his ass >:3c (ZZZ boys x gn!reader)

It was recently brought to my attention that Harumasa has CAKE underneath that jacket of his 👀 so this idea became a thing..........

Summary: You let the impulsive thoughts win... these are their reactions (ft. Harumasa, Lighter, Lycaon, and Seth). Implied relationship/close friendship. Bulleted hcs. Words: 100 (Harumasa), 116 (Lighter), 117 (Lycaon), 110 (Seth) Warnings: none :3

Harumasa:

Literally yelps and then turns back to you looking SO VIOLATED

Giving you sad wet cat eyes. You slap the Harumasa? You slap him on the butt like the volleyball????? 🥺

When you innocently explain that you just wanted to see his reaction, he gets so dramatic about it

Why would you do that to your dear partner? Don't you know that he's fragile??

But he gets his revenge when you least expect it—i.e. in front of the rest of section 6 (minus Soukaku bc we must spare the innocent baby). You'll never forget that smug smile on his face…

Lighter:

Bro doesn't even flinch. You're not even sure he felt it until he lowered his sunglasses and looked back at you like "oh?"

You don't even have a chance to sheepishly explain yourself before he does it right back to you. Zero hesitation

But he forgets to control his strength and almost leaves a bruise :') Immediately panics and starts apologizing and asking if you're okay

You're fine, but you play it up just to make him squirm. That really hurt, after all >:(

You make him carry you around for the rest of the day to make up for it 😌 he doesn't complain ofc. He loves a chance to show off his strength for you

Lycaon:

Gracefully dodges out of the way

He thought you were trying to touch his tail and was getting ready to explain that, while he isn't opposed to you doing so, he'd like some time to prepare before—

Oh. You wanted to… slap his ass?

He just stares at you without saying anything. You start to get nervous thinking you'd upset him but mans is just buffering

After a moment he coughs into his hand, looking uncharacteristically shy, before saying that as long as the two of you are in a private place, he'd be willing to indulge you

Just pretend that you didn't see his tail wagging as he said that. He'd completely melt from the embarrassment

Seth:

Literal catlike reflexes. Catches your hand and then looks at you like "wtf????"

When you explain what you were trying to do, he only furrows his brow even more

He doesn't get it. Why do you want to slap his ass in the first place? What purpose does it serve?? Do you seriously derive enjoyment from slapping him on the butt??? It doesn't make sense :/

Unfortunately he will not give in to your puppy dog eyes no matter how much you beg :(

If by some miracle you get him to agree to let you do it, he'd just stand there and have absolutely zero reaction. Very disappointing 😔