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i HAVE to ask about your thoughts on the stonehearts dropping. your opinion on this is outrageously important

it's very delusional but i want to see them in a comedy setting where they're just one big atrocious found family

sugilite and obsidian interests me i hope they match aventurine's freak (perhaps even surpass)

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Boothill manhandling Argenti compilation

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【ＥｌｄｅｎＢｏｒｎｅＳｏｕｌｓ】

Godfrey/Hoarah Loux Headcanons (NSFW)

"You Will Be Loved" - Morgott x Reader

Reader x Bottom!Patches (NSFW)

Gentle Domme!Malenia x Reader

Comfortcanons - Elden Ring x Sick!Reader

Demigod Disaster, Yuletide Edition

Praising The Sun (NSFW) - Solaire x Reader

Untitled (Ideal Significant Other) - Morgott x Reader

Not-So-Overly Affectionate Marika - Marika x Reader

Untitled (Poly Palooza, NSFW) - Yandere!Rarika x Reader

Want. (NSFW) - Morgott x Reader/Tarnished

F*ck Around and Find Out (NSFW) - Elden Ring x Reader

Morgott Universe, or Morgott and His Outer God (???!!!) Lover

Yandere!Renfrey x Bloodhound Knight Consort

Just Dragonslaying Things (NSFW) - F!Reader x Sub!Dragonslayer Ornstein

Untitled - Yuria x Reader/Queen Annalise x Reader

Praise Befitting a King - Elden Ring x Reader

Untitled (NSFW) - Dom!Diallos x Reader

A Plethora of Renfrey - Godfrey x Rennala

Untitled - Onesided!Mohg x Reader

Renfrey x Bloodhound Knight Consort

Yandere!Rennala Headcanons

Poly Palooza, Blasphemous Edition (NSFW) - Rykard x Reader x Tanith

Godfrey/Hoarah Loux Headcanons (NSFW)

Rennala x Reader Headcanons (NSFW)

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Okay, we all know by now Morgott is good at hugging/cuddling but what about other characters? So I wrote some headcanons about Godfrey, Marika, Rennala and Radagon. It has hints of x (gender neutral) reader, but can also be seen as platonic.

With Godfrey, it really depends on his mood. If he is happy, he will pull you eagerly in an embrace, almost crushing you between his strong arms in the process. If you protest or rather try and gasp for air, he will slowly let you go in between laughs before patting you on the back with equal vigor.On the contrary will he be much gentler if you or he aren’t well and pull you into his arms very slowly. If you want to cuddle, he is most comfortable with you laying on stomach/shoulder while he has one arm around you. He will recant stories of faraway lands, long passed battles and listen to what you have to share.

Marikas embraces will be short and light and leave the light scent of her perfume lingering in the air. She means well but isn’t the type to be very affectionate and prefers to keep interactions brief but sweet. Even with a husband and many children is intimacy somewhat strange for her and she doesn’t quite understand the need to cuddle, but instead is more than happy to let you lean against her, head resting on her shoulder while she handles any important matter that might have come up. As the Eternal Queen who holds the lands together, she can only indulge so much after all.

Rennala will embrace you very slowly, carefully pulling you into her arms and letting your head rest against her. Before long, her hands will tenderly brush over your head as she quietly hums an unknown melody. She is not the type to really ‘cuddle’ but instead finds solace in holding one another, your foreheads touching while taking a well-deserved break between studies. Wrapped in her arms and her robe, you will be warm and comfortable. Which is wonderful, because you will be caught in her embrace for a very long time until she will remember to let you go. 

Radagon will hold you tight, as if he feared you would slip from his grasp if he let go. His face will be buried in the crock of your neck, and you can feel his warm breath against your skin. He will remain quiet, soaking in the moment while his fingers draw little circles on back.If you want to cuddle, he is more than willing to move somewhere more comfortable with blankets and pillows. Laying down, side by side, he highly values these small moments between you where it feels as if it is just, you two in the world.

Bonus: From his position on Godfrey’s shoulders, Serosh is unable to really hug you. But if he knows you will feel down, he will attempt to nuzzle his snout against your head to make you feel a bit better <3

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Elden Ring Masterlist!

— all posts tagged Elden Ring

Morgott

— all tagged posts: Margit, Margit the Fell Omen, Morgott, Morgott the Omen King

Worship (18+, Morgott x Reader)

Royal Bliss (18+, Morgott x Reader)

Thine (18+, Morgott x Reader)

Warmth (Morgott x Reader)

Beautiful (Morgott x Reader)

Radagon

— all tagged posts: Radagon, Radagon of the Golden Order

My Lord (18+, Radagon x Reader)

Safety (Radagon x Reader)

Together (Radagon x Tarnished)

Varré

— all tagged posts: Varre, White Mask Varre, White Faced Varre, Varré, White Mask Varré, White Faced Varré

Sweeter Still (18+, Varré x Reader)

Beloved (Varré x Tarnished)

Mohg

— all tagged posts: Mohg, Mohg Lord of Blood

The Monthly Communion (Mohg x AFAB Tarnished)

At Peace (Mohg x Reader)

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Dreamer AU Masterlist

I tried to include everything, but some stuff just wasn't worth putting in. I hope this helps when exploring the AU.

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Headcanons and longer works:

Yandere Elden Ring x Dream Reader (Read first please!!)

Characters reaction to homesickness

Yandere types for the Gods/Demi-Gods

Thoughts on Romantic Godwyn

Thoughts on Romantic Messmer

Random Thoughts about the au:

Miscellaneous thoughts: Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt.3, Pt. 4

Original thoughts on Ranni

Backstory thoughts for Dreamer

Original thoughts on Rykard

Thoughts on Miquella's powers and him as a Yandere

Original thoughts on Godwyn

Godwyn protecting Dreamer post shattering

Dreamer helping omens with nightmares

Dreamer and the two fingers

Greater Wills thoughts on Dreamer

Where Dreamer ends up Pre and Post Shattering

Dreamer and their powers, and some thoughts on Ranni

Who gets worse after Dreamer returns post Shattering

Characters being able to sense Dreamers presence

Dreamer and the tarnished

Characters thoughts on Dreamer changing post Shattering

The Twins gifts to Dreamer

Dreamer and Moghwyn palace

Thoughts on Rannala's side of the family

Mogh and Morgott post shattering

Dreamer and clothing

Fia's thoughts on Dreamer

Gurranq and Dreamer

Romantic Godwyn post shattering

Miquella being jealous of Godwyn's betrothal to Dreamer

Important thoughts on romantic Miquella

Miquella and his charms

How does time work for Dreamer

Dreamers affect on Miquella

Miquella's entitlement

Miquella an't catch a break

hypothetical thought on Godwyn surviving

Godwyn's jealously towards Tarnished

Miquella using his charms on Dreamer Pt.2

Radahn as a love interest

Dreamer's oh shit moment

characters protectiveness

Messmer making Miquella go insane

Messmer being a wet dog

Dreamer having feelings for someone

Dreamer and fighting

Messmer being clingy

Dreamer having a crush on someone from their world

Common folk reaction to Dreamer

Common folk blaming Dreamer for the shattering

Messmer's statue for Dreamer

Dreamer exploring the catacombs

Dreamer being about a new age

When would Marika betroth Dreamer to Godwyn

Why does Godwyn like Dreamer

Radahn and Animals

Miquella ascending to godhood

sad thoughts with Miquella

Thoughts on Raya

St. Trina thoughts

Their reactions to your first disappearance

Dreamer liking Malenia

Malenia's relationship with Dreamer

If Miquella broke his curse

Blaidd and Dreamer

Art:

Miquella and Dreamer meeting physically for the first time(Sketch)

Miquella and Dreamer meeting physically for the first time(complete)

Miquella and Dreamer hanging out

Doodles

Example portrait of Dreamer

Incorrect quotes relating to AU

Miquella and Godwyn Post Shattering

Miquella and Messmer

Ranni gifting Moonlight Greatsword to Dreamer

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Pinkturine 🎀🌸

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i'm horny okay maybe

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due to popular demand, aventurine has been introduced to the "ratio from teyvat au"

view og post -> here

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Welcome! This is a blog dedicated to writing fanfics for mostly male and gn readers! If you don't identify as one of those or you're a minor, kindly click away.

Fandoms I write for/currently obsess over: Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail (More will be added depending on my hyperfixations)

Author's personal favorite characters they might write more for: Tighnari, Cyno, Dr Ratio, Freminet, Gaming, Sethos (will write for him once we learn more about him)

Genshin Impact

Freminet ::.

The Tides Beckon || Freminet x Merman!Reader (Pt.1)

Neuvillette ::.

AFAB!Neuvillette x AMAB!Reader SMUT

Wanderer ::.

A Bit of Banter || Wanderer x GN!Reader FLUFF

Honkai Star Rail

Caelus ::.

AFAB!Caelus x AMAB!Reader SMUT

In Your Mouth || Caelus x M!Reader SMUT

Blade ::.

AFAB!Blade x AMAB!Reader SMUT

Sunday ::.

AFAB!Sunday x AMAB!Reader SMUT

I Love You || AFAB!Sunday x AMAB!Reader SMUT

I Love You Still || A Pt.2 to “I Love You”

Jing Yuan ::.

A Bit Shy || Jing Yuan x M!Reader FLUFF

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AFAB!Argenti x GN!Reader SMUT

Dr Ratio ::.

Professor!AFAB!Ratio x Student!AMAB!Reader SMUT

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Shorts

Dad!Jing Yuan Headcanons

Bf!Ratio and recharging on his tiddies

Bf!Aventurine with your little siblings

Bf!Ratio modeling for your painting

Smitten!Aventurine being so in love with you

Bf!Ratio after an argument

Bf!Scaramouche with an amurta darshan scholar reader

Just moments with some of the HSR men

Playing in the snow with Bf!Gepard

Aventurine with a rich!reader

Where Jing Yuan likes to sleep

Brushing his hair for him

Bf!Ratio has trouble denying your requests

Sunday loves yapping to you

“I had a dream where you cheated on me” Aventurine, Dr Ratio

Jing Yuan with a mortal reader

Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jing Yuan, Blade when you bring home/adopt a puppy

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Honkai Star Rail

NSFW, MDNI

Blade:

Cockwarming

Dr. Veritas Ratio:

Safe word

Jing Yuan

Headcanons

Jiaoqiu:

Heat

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incandescent feelings overflow (aventurine x gn reader) drabble vers

dangerous infatuation (blade x fem reader)

sunday x stowaway reader drabble

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╭──╯ SLY FOX, DUMB BUNNY !

PAIRING: jiaoqiu x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: in your hands, the ever so cunning and sly fox jiaoqiu turns into nothing more than a mere poor rabbit. one could say the roles are reversed. because you have him wrapped around your little finger.

WORDCOUNT: 1.3k | CONTENT & WARNINGS: written before jiaoqiu's release so might (def. is) be ooc !!, mentions of yunli, yanqing, astral express crew, banter and bickering, fluff ; ficlet

TAGS: @eccentric-planet, @mitsvriii, @iceunhie (send me an off anon ask to be added to the taglist ^^)

AUTHORS NOTE: posting this cause im going on a trip next week. i have a lot time to write on the way there (6hrs by train lolll) so there'll prob me many scheduled posts (can't promise that though..)

“are they fighting again?” march asks as she takes a sip out of her drink, eyeing you as you mindlessly pass by jiaoqiu without batting an eye at him - not sparing him a single glance, before she's turning her gaze back to dan heng and the other members of the astral express.

dan heng replies with a shake of his head “but at this point isn’t this like... a normal thing between the two of them?”, he sighs before crossing his arms and looking away. 

suddenly march feels a heavy object bumping against the back of her head making a small thump sound. “ouch! what was that for?” march turns around in disbelief, scolding the person who hit her.

“oops! my bad, sorry miss march!” the young girl with gray hair behind her giggles in delight, the “culprit”, was none other than yunli who was cleaning her sword with a lush piece of fabric. “but to answer your question, yes, they’re fighting..again.” there’s a small apologetic tilt to her voice that implies that she too is somewhat affected by this.

at that march can’t help but laugh too “oh aeons,really? you’re lying!” yunli can only shake her head in exasperation which basically says “i wish i was.” 

“those two should just get over their lover quarrel or whatever's going on. they’re adults they should make up!” out of nowhere yanqing pops up behind yunli, scaring both her and march. “yanqing!” march puts her hand over her heart “you scared me!” at that yunli can only sigh.

“yanqing.” the grey haired girl says in an annoyed voice. “yunli.” yanqing replies in an ever so cheery voice. (or does it only sound this happy when he’s with yunli?) “how many times have i told you to not randomly scare people!” yunli scolds yanqing by slapping the piece of fabric which was previously used to clean her sword against yanqing’s forehead, leaving dirt stains. 

he lets out a quiet huff before nodding in agreement. “fine.” he mumbles under his breath and upon hearing that yunli can only smile. “sooo whose fault do you guys think it is - so who’s at fault for them fighting?” march asks curiously, interfering with the little banter.

“definitely jiaoqiu’s.” both yanqing and yunli say in unison. “oh. how come? what did he do?” march was surprised by the sudden response, her lips forming a little “o” in befuddlement. “what did he do? should be the question.” yunli sighs. 

“i bet on 50 strale that he didn’t open the window after showering or something.” yanqing scoffs. “it’s probably him behaving more like the pet than their actual pet.” yunli replies. “they have a pet?!” yanqing asks in bewilderment. “you didn’t know?” yunli asks in surprise. 

as the two teenagers keep on debating on what jiaoqiu might 've done, you continue to stride forward in the direction of the stargazer navalia, holding heavy boxes in your hand which you’re supposed to transport to the mechanics. jeez, do they need several lifting stones or why are the boxes so heavy?

before you’re even able to take another step you can feel something soft tickling your face, covering your eyesight. (you don’t even need to look around to see who it is - well, you can’t because there’s literally someone blocking your vision).

“guess who it is.” a cheery sing-song voice calls out to you. you sigh “do i have the option to not guess?” you reply in a dull and annoyed tone and at that you only receive a tut followed by a “nope.”

“sweetie, you have somewhere to be, don't you? well time’s running out. start guessing.” his words are laced in faux sympathy and he drags out the syllables of each word. some strands of his tail keep brushing along your nose and you can’t help but giggle. 

unfortunately for you, you’re stuck in this predicament. due to the boxes you’re holding you’re not even able to suppress your laughter with your hand. “jiaoqiu, get away from me!” you complain, there’s amusement in your words, he can tell and his foxian ears can’t help but slightly perk up at the sound of your laughter.

“oh-hoh! so you do know my name.” he removes his tail from your eyes and finally you’re able to look straight forward again, although the view doesn’t last long because jiaoqiu immediately and firmly grabs your shoulders to make you turn around and face him.

he grabs the boxes off of your hands and decides to put them down at which you can only raise an eyebrow at. “i really much preferred the other view in the other direction, can i turn around again?” you blink at him unimpressively as you try to stop your lips from quirking up.

“pff, in your dreams.” he scoffs smilingly. “y’know when you don’t want to look at me i’m gonna make you look at me” he reaches out his hand that was previously holding his neat fan before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “you can’t just avoid me for an eternity, right?” he smiles. the faux smile that you just can’t stand. 

you return his actions by shooting him a forced smile and looking away awkwardly. at that he can’t help but open his eyes and tilting his head to the side “oh my are you okay? you look constipated, do you want me to give you any pills, medicaments?” he jokes.

“you’re so not funny jiaoqiu, i was just trying to be nice.” you cross your arms before loosening them once again to shrug your shoulders. “well, i guess nice conversations aren't your specialty. if you excuse me, i’ll have to go now. see you or not doc.” you pick up the boxes off the floor to carry them once again and turn around to proceed to your destination. 

if he was going to initiate a game of cat and mouse, you were certainly not going to end up as the prey loser.

you’re pretty sure you’re experiencing a deja vu, because again, before you were even able to take another step forward jiaoqiu stops you by grabbing your wrist. “wait.” .. “i’m waiting.” 

“sorry that.. i ate your last ice cream and didn’t tell you beforehand.” he apologizes to you, his grip tightening around your wrist. 

is he serious right now? does he seriously think you’re mad at him for eating your last ice cream? that’s so stupid who’d be mad over that? that’s bullshit. though why were you mad at him in the beginning again? stupid jiaoqiu with his stupid doctor degrees and title should probably figure it out.

“what?” your face contorts into an expression of disbelief. “you think i’m mad over that?”

“you’re not?” 

“of course, i’m not!”

“then why are you mad?” “i’m mad because you can’t figure out the proper reason why i’m mad!” 

“that doesn’t even make sense!” 

“are you invalidating my feelings?”

“wait no of course not, i’m sorry!” he reluctantly apologizes.  “Is it because i didn’t do the dishes last week - or wait no is it cause i forgot to clean my pile of documents off the dining table or oh!” he snaps his fingers. “is it because i used all of the hot water in the shower so that you had to use the cold one? ah, or is it because instead of my-”

“jiaoqiu.” you softly call out his name. “i’m just joking, i should be the one to apologize because in all honesty i can’t even remember why i'm mad anymo-”

“-shampoo, i used your shampoo and conditioner?”

“i knew it! how come you suddenly smell like lavender instead of medical herb. you thief!” you accuse him as you drop the boxes to the floor (if you’d later on receive complaints about the insides being damaged you’re so going to blame jiaoqiu). “sorry, sorry.” he sighs.

you look down as you shake your head smilingly before gazing up to put your hand on his cheek, slightly rubbing over it. “you always give in so easily.” there’s a fond look in your eyes as you continue to stroke his cheek.

“i suppose you’re just too irresistible.” he fans himself in the face to distract both you and him from the fact that his ears are turning red.

(a futile attempt.)

if i were to think of a platonic soulmate id think of @azullumi. hi azull beloved i hope youre doing well!! i know youre not the most active on social media rn but it was still fun talking to you the other day!! i enjoyed it a lot, talking to you is always fun. doesn't matter what i do with you it's always fun. you're my most precious friend, i'm not lying, you're such a fresh breath of air to be around. i know that i might not be your first choice because you have your own precious people. but i just want you to know that you're so incredible and that im so grateful to have you. but knowing that you also deem me as someone important to you which not only is proven to me in moments when i'm vulnerable around you or through silly or funny tiktoks means so much to me. my heart aches and swells every time i think of you - but in a good way. "but how can an aching heart be good?" you'd know if you'd get to meet and talk to azul. he's so amazing that it hurts - i love you so much that it hurts. hurt is associated with pain but really, it's only painful to me that i can't always be with you. anyway growing apart - losing you would be absolutely terrifying for me. you're so precious and ear to me and im so so fond of you. i hope these little notes of mine can somewhat cheer you up and make your day sometimes (they make my day - both writing them for you and receiving them by you (so the ones you write me)). hope you enjoy this little jiaoqiu fic!!

© DR-FELITAS 2024. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms or feeding them to ai is not permitted.

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✩ CHAPTER SUMMARY : When Sunday wakes up, the last thing he expects is to be in the middle of the Stellaron Hunters' infirmary.

✩ SERIES SYNOPSIS : Following the catastrophe of the Charmony Festival, rather than in one of Penacony's hospitals or prisons, Sunday awakens right in the base of one of the most notorious criminals in the galaxies. With nowhere else to go, he's left to follow you, the Stellaron Hunters' medic, in his attempts to become accustomed to his new life.

✩ WORD COUNT : 2.3k

✩ TAGLIST : @dr-felitas, @vxnuslogy, @https-mika

✩ ADDITIONAL NOTES : guys idk what im doing imma be so fr. BUT HEY !! we are here <33 also sunday has ocd and religious trauma so uh. be on the lookout for that lol. not beta read we die like sunday's mom

series masterlist || next chapter >>

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Incessantly, it drones on, matching the repetitive beat of his heart. With his eyelids too heavy to lift, it’s all he can listen to - the whirring of a fan, the lub-dub in his chest, and, of course, the high-pitched beeping of the machine next to him. It’s maddening.

A pained grunt leaves him as he tries to move. His abdomen screams in anguish, the flesh feeling as though it’s about to be ripped apart by the seams. His lower wings are no better - cramped and crushed, they crumple against his body, cracks and pops sounding as he shifts.

It takes almost all his strength to squint his eyes open. His vision is blurry, disorientated, but he thinks he can see tiles.

Somewhere next to him, he hears wheels roll against clean floor tiles, and then the shuffling of cloth. Suddenly, a blinding light shines into his eyes. He immediately recoils, an unbecoming hiss escaping him.

“Reaction looks good, no cloudiness… You awake in there, birdie?”

Sunday squints out a glare, or well, he glares the best he can while having the sun in his face.

“Feisty. That’s good,” his company observes, but decides to take mercy on him anyway. Dark spots litter his vision as he blinks into reality, his eyes readjusting. 

The ceiling isn’t that outstanding, just the standard white tiles of any other hospital. There’s a curtain hanger in the corner of his eye, and other than that, he can’t see much else. He figures he must be in a hospital.

He tries to sit up again, but his arms, weakened by the fall, fail him. An arm catches and steadies him.

“Careful there. You’re still recovering from the fall.”

Sunday wearily looks over at who caught him. An unfamiliar face stares back. He’s mildly surprised - he knows every worker on Penacony by name, so to find someone he hadn’t met yet…

“How are you feeling?” they ask, helping him to sit up. “Dizzy? Pained? Ready to take another nap?”

He tries to focus on them, but can’t as his gaze wanders to the rest of the room. 

His earlier assessment proves to be accurate, or at least, he got the general idea right. It’s smaller than he originally thought, and it isn’t as neat and organized as the hospitals back on Penacony.

A doctor’s desk stands in one corner, covered in first-aid kits, notebooks, and holographic screens. Standing besides it is a mini-fridge and a microwave, and a cabinet looms overhead - likely containing more medical devices. There’s another bed other than his. It looks like it hasn't been used in months.

His gaze lands on the one thing that’s painfully out of place in this room - a rifle, dark, long and equipped with a bayonet, lying in a display case alongside many other firearms.

Figures. A wanted criminal of his magnitude wouldn’t be held in an esteemed hospital. He’s lucky he isn’t in a prison cell.

“I don’t…” Sunday shakes his head. “Where am I?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Indignation sparks. “I’m… sorry?”

His captor caretaker sits back on their office chair. They look to be around Robin’s age, but their attire… To put it bluntly, it wasn’t anything a respectable healthcare worker would be caught wearing on duty.

“It’s best if you don’t ask too many questions right now,” they advise. “You can stress out later. Now, look at my finger.”

“I-” Reluctantly, Sunday does as he’s told, following their finger with his gaze as they move it around. “May I at least have your name?”

“Mm…” They quickly type something down. “Not right now.”

“But-”

“Eat this.” Sunday nearly chokes as something’s shoved into his mouth mid-sentence. Spluttering, he eventually manages to chew, but it’s not without another heated (or at least, he hopes it’s heated) glare at the so-called doctor.

They raise a brow. “Don’t like sweets? That’s weird, could’ve sworn he said you did.”

He? Sunday pauses in his chewing. 

The person pokes his cheek, earning a squeak from the Halovian. “I can see your thoughts on your face, Birdie. You’ll meet him soon enough, just keep chewing.”

Weakly, Sunday’s wing bats at their finger. They chuckle lightly at that.

“You look like a kicked puppy.” They lean forward, resting their chin in their palm. “Does it still hurt?”

Sunday shifts to sit straighter. To his surprise, instead of sharp pain like before, there is only a dub ebb before it fades away entirely. He shakes his head, swallowing the rest of the medicine. Whatever it was left a distinct taste of pastries, like the ones he’d steal off Robin’s plate as a child.

Robin… The thought of his sister tears at his heart. The more coherent he becomes, the more he remembers, and the guiltier he feels. The last he’d seen of his sister was her wings as she embraced him for the first time in years, right before they’d plummeted to the ground.

“My sister,” he manages to croak out, wincing at his own hoarseness. “Is she alright?”

He searches the other’s face for any indication that she isn’t. Just the wrong twitch of the brow could send him rushing out of the bed and to wherever Robin was.

But he doesn’t find anything in that eerily calm smile.

“The pop star?” They cross their legs leisurely. “Should be. Kafka said she saw nurses when she picked you up.”

“Kafka,” Sunday repeats. Horror slowly dawns on him as he realizes where he’d heard the name. But it doesn’t last long before he forces on a smile once more. “You don’t mean Kafka, the Stellaron Hunter? The woman with a 10 billion credit bounty on her head?”

“11 billion actually, if you round it up.”

“...yes, thank you.” Sunday’s smile strains painfully against his face. He’s never wanted to throttle someone so badly, not even that despicable Aventurine of the IPC. But knowing just who sat in front of him, it’s a battle he can’t win.

He takes in a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself.

He almost wants to laugh. It’s ironic, isn’t it? The esteemed Oak Family Head, fallen from grace and saved from eternal damnation by one of the most infamous criminals the galaxies have ever known. If his younger self could see him now, he’d surely kill himself from the shock.

Sunday blinks tiredly. Maybe he should just kill himself now, and get it over with.

“Hey.” A pen tilts his chin up. The Stellaron Hunter offers him a reassuring grin that does little to ease his nerves. “Chin up. Think of it this way. If we wanted to hurt you, we would’ve. But we fixed you up instead. My services don’t exactly come for cheap, you know.”

“Then what do you people want?” Sunday chuckles depressingly, almost self-deprecatingly. “My position as Oak Family Head is no more, and the Harmony has surely turned their back on me. Unless you wish to trade me into the IPC for a bounty, I’m afraid I have very little use to you.”

Logically, he knows he needs to keep his mouth shut - his life lies in the hands of these criminals, and the last thing he needs is them thinking that he’s useless. But he can hardly bring himself to care anymore.

“Look, I don’t question Elio.” His wings twitch at the name of the infamous slave to destiny. “But he’s never been wrong before. He brought you here for a reason.”

Sunday looks up. Given the expression on your face, he must look pathetic. You reach over and pat him lightly on the head like a parent would their child.

“Like I said, don’t question too many things right now.” You stand up, quickly checking your wristwatch. “Elio will be here in a few minutes. As for me, I have something to attend to, so I’ll see you around.”

Sunday’s hands freeze. A few minutes?

That’s not nearly enough time.

His hands find his cuffs, and he readjusts them, over and over and over again until the metal link gleams just right and there are no wrinkles left in sight. He pats down his suit hurriedly, straightening out his lapel and brushing off his shoulders again and again before they’re finally weightless. His gloves are pulled tight against his fingers. The medallion that hangs off of his shoulder, he positions it once more to be sure. Then, just when he thinks he’s done, his gloved hand brushes against a lock of grey hair, and he remembers-

He’d just woken up. He must look disheveled, messy, dirty and unsightly and nothing like the Sunday of the Oak Family that he was supposed to be, and if he wasn’t what they expected, they’d surely kill him, or dispose of him, or-

He looks up. You’re seconds away from the door.

“Wait!” he calls out hurriedly, inwardly cursing himself for his haste, but he needs to make sure he is perfect. His voice evens as you turn. “My apologies. Do you happen to have a mirror around here? And… a hairbrush, if you don’t mind.”

You blink. Sunday’s heart pounds as he awaits your answer. Subconsciously, his fingers begin to fidget and dig into his palms. Was that too much of a request? Had he overstepped?

“So that’s why he told me to bring them,” you comment offhandedly, as if remembering a past conversation that had made no sense until this moment. “Yeah, just a sec.”

You open one of the drawers by the desk and rummage around a bit before taking out a handheld mirror and a hairbrush. Your shoes click against the floor tiles as you makee your way back to Sunday’s side.

Sunday has to fight demons just to stop himself from snatching the hairbrush from you. Small tremors shake his hand as he takes it from your palm. He moves to take the mirror.

“Let me do it,” you interrupt, sitting down and holding the mirror up so that he can see himself. Sunday stills, before he smiles in appreciation.

“Thank you,” he whispers, although he’s not sure why. 

Seeing his reflection, admittedly, he doesn’t look as bad as he’d originally thought. But still, his hair is messier than normal, and that’s all it takes for the voices to scream imperfect and unsightly.

His eyes flick to you. You only watch him with mild interest at best, but it feels as though your eyes are piercing into his soul, scrutinizing and judging every bit of him. 

He digs his fingers into his palms, the mild pain grounding him. Then, he begins to brush.

The silence is deafening, but Sunday forces himself to ignore it. Meticulous and steadily controlled strokes and brushes gradually bring his hair back to the casual, yet elegant and put-together style it was usually in, and Sunday feels a weight lift from his chest.

“Did they give you any medication back on Penacony?” you ask suddenly. Sunday freezes.

“I’m… sorry?”

You tilt your head. “I’m just asking as a precaution, because sometimes we get Hunters who need these medications and can’t access them due to well...”

Ah. Sunday relaxes. Right, of course. You were just doing your job. You didn’t actually think there was anything wrong with him, that he was ailed.

“No, they did not,” he says pleasantly, finishing the final (excessive) touches to his hair. “Although I do appreciate the concern, there would be no need even if I did require such assistance. I have no intention of joining you all.”

You squint a bit at his answer, but don’t press. “You’re pretty prideful, aren’t you.”

“As is everyone.” Sunday sets down the hairbrush, pleased at last with his appearance. “Believe me, no matter how far you think me to have fallen, I will never stoop as low as to accept charity from the likes of you.”

A snort tests his patience, his eye twitching at the sound. You lower the mirror with a smile he can only describe as both infuriating and unnerving, as if he were a naive, overconfident child.

“That’s a lot of talk for someone who’s just become the Family’s number one enemy,” you snicker. “Where else are you turning to? The IPC? Pfft, good luck with that.”

“Where else but Penacony?” The corners of his eyes crinkle as he leers bitterly at you. “I am but a sinner, and as such I must face my punishment, whether it be eternal imprisonment or death.”

“That’s it?” You scoff. “You’re just going to accept your fate, just like that?”

Sunday closes his eyes. “Better to face a rightful punishment than to live as a criminal.”

He anticipates a scathing reply, but your conversation is interrupted by a creak of the door.

Meow.

A cat? His eyes snap open. 

Standing in the now-opened doorway was a lithe black cat with yellow-green eyes that glow like fireflies. It licks its paw innocently, rubbing its head before it settles its gaze on you and Sunday.

A chill goes down Sunday’s back as they lock eyes. Under that cat’s eyes, he feels raw and exposed, as if someone had ripped him and all of his secrets wide open for the world to see. Instinctively his wings flare in a feeble attempt to defend himself.

“Well, that’s my cue.” The wheels on your chair roll as you stand up once more. “I’ll see you around, princess.”

“Do not call me that,” Sunday snarls. You laugh lightly.

“Don’t like it? I think it fits you pretty well.” You reach down, scratching the cat’s chin before respectfully moving out of the way. “Oh, and one more thing before I go.”

You turn around to give him one more lookover.

“Do try and stretch those wings more. Keep them cramped up like that any longer, and you’ll never fly again.”

With that, you shut the door, leaving Sunday alone with the cat and the eerie echo of your words.

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YOU LEFT A HICKEY

Warning: the title itself man, not revised

Vil Schoenheit

-it does not leave marks -He's too careful for that

Rook Hunt

-look carefully, as he left at least twenty hickey -if you don't think so, in fact, I don't think he cares, he's coming to put a lot more into you

Idia Shroud

-he will say something like "I can do that?" -very very surprised

Malleus Draconnia

-I feel like he doesn't know what this is (HE'S AN BABY OK) he will feel guilty at first for "hurting" you -then he will think of other ways to brand you

Lilia Vanrouge

-will leave more than twenty in obvious places and others not -will wish you good luck searching

Cater Diamond

-"damn my bad" -he liked this information ( can ask for a photo)

Trey Clover

-he didn't feel guilty -can make a food-related flirt

Leona Kingscholar

-Cry for it -it will mark you much more and make you aware of it

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