#( ♪ ) a heavenly tune

[saintelia]

whenever a mogai coining blog deactivates / deletes their gender posts that the saint relates to, she goes through her own personal burning of the library of alexandria

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (with plot (?) this is more fluff-centric with a lil smut towards the end <3), lighthearted, comfort, dancing in the kitchen, teasing, slight bickering, kissing, couch cuddling, sort of a netflix-and-chill moment?, heavy petting, fingering, riding, vaginal sex, creampie, praise, dirty talk, use of pet names "pipsqueak" "baby" "princess". lmk if i missed any tags ! ((unedited))

wc : 3.8k

an : *roxie on the dash* zayne comfort !!! *roxie in the drafts* :D caleb comfort !!!! WHFKJSHDGKJH it's not sunday but i've been writing this through the week between work because i miss him ... and i figured screw it. there are rumors going around. so. if they turn out to be not real. I'LL CONSOLE MYSELF WITH THE FACT THAT HE ISN'T HERE (yet)

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KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

Sometimes, slow days with him are all you need to feel a little better.

The fact of the matter was this:

Blankets were comfortable.

Your hands and legs stretched out as you turned, the warmth of the sunlight falling upon your face. You were delighted at the colder sensation on the side of the pillow you hadn't been lying on until now, and a smile spread across your lips—this was nice. Your fingers curled around the duvet, bringing it back up to your neck, and your eyes blinked slowly open. Your position allowed you to glance at the clock on the wall. And though you had fully expected it to be noon, you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was not quite as late as you'd assumed.

You had been known to sleep in a little.

Work was demanding; sleep was as much comfort as you could find in your spare time. Weekends, on the other hand, were heavenly for it. So it wasn't a surprise to you that you'd woken up this time with the entire bed to yourself, all warm and comfy in your blankets…

♪ Sunday morning, rain is falling… ♪

Your eyebrows raised as the tune filled your head, wafting into the bedroom along with a more-than-welcome scent of… something.

You couldn't quite make out what it was.

But you were very aware of who was singing, and the smile on your face grew significantly.

This time you sat up and stretched, before swinging your legs off the bed and finding the soft fluff of your bedroom carpet. Your hands moved to rub the lingering sleep from your eyes as you stood up—soft trudges into your slippers, a hand on your doorknob, and the muffled voice became clearer to you.

♪ Clouds are shroudin' us in moments unforgettable~ ♪

It was so silly.

You had to keep yourself from laughing as you peeked around the corner and into the kitchen, and there he was.

The original track was playing lightly in the background, likely to keep him company, but the whole scene was just so typically Caleb. To throw out a couple of tunes without a care in the world, lazily flipping the piece of toast he was frying in such a smooth motion that you almost thought your eyes were playing tricks on you... He had his back turned to you, focused on the stove, but his head moved casually to the rhythm of the song. And it wasn't that you'd say he was bad; in fact, quite the opposite, more like. Not stellar, definitely, but there was a little roughness to his tone that made it feel endearing to listen to. You were grateful for the fact—his voice was much louder than the actual song, and if you weren't enjoying yourself, you might as well have thrown something right at him.

But this time the giggle that was fighting its way out of you felt harder to suppress, and you stepped into the kitchen. Your back leaned against the entrance. "So, it's not Sunday, first of all," you grinned.

He turned at the sound of your voice and threw you a wink. "Ha ha, maybe not, but it sure feels just like it with ya~"

It was swift, the way he pulled at the pan and with a flick of his wrist, and the plates he'd set out a few feet away from him flew perfectly into his waiting hand. The toasts slid right onto them, contents of the pan rather quickly replaced with a set of freshly-cracked eggs.

Impeccable control as always.

Setting the stove back on low heat, he neatly placed the plates back onto the table, and offered a bow. "Mornin', sleepyhead!"

"Show-off," you rolled your eyes playfully.

Yet as he held out his arms for a hug, you were quick to approach. Arms wrapped snugly around his waist as you fell against his chest, a familiar warmth and a familiar feeling of… home.

"Mm…" you sighed. "Yeah, g'morning."

"Sleep well?"

"Mhm! Warm and comfy!" You pulled back a little bit to look up at him, and sighed contentedly. "I mean, partly thanks to you, no less. I didn't put this on last night before we went to bed… You put your sweater on me before you went out. Thanks, Caleb."

"Oh, so we're gonna talk about last night… now?"

A smirk began to form on his face—the teasing lilt in his voice was back, and you shoved him away with a huff.

"No way! I was just thanking you for—"

He promptly scooped you right back into his arms before you could finish your sentence, twirling you around before planting a quick little kiss over your lips.

"Kidding," he whispered.

You could have melted.

Your feet touched the ground once more as he gently set you down, hand sliding away from your waist to go back to the eggs in the pan—you wouldn't have known if it was intentional; you found that you'd learned many new things about him over the past couple of months you'd started a relationship of a more romantic nature. Yet he'd do these things, be all cute and soft with you, and you'd almost feel as if you were in a daze.

You watched, quiet, listening to the music, and his humming… no different from before. He moved around the kitchen, grabbing a couple of things from the side: the onions, some garlic, some tomatoes… You hadn't had omelettes from him in a while, but you already found yourself anticipating how it would taste. After all, he knew exactly how to cook all your favorite dishes. Even the simplest of them.

And the reality that you were always so well-cared-for with him settled in.

It made you smile a little more.

The comfortable silence between you broke as you walked over, peeking from behind him and resting your head against his shoulder. "Sooo… You didn't think to ask me how I like my eggs in the morning?" you teased.

A laugh; another kiss into your hair.

"Me? Nah, don't need to, baby. Already know just how you like them."

With the omelettes settled perfectly in the next minute, he offered a bite for you to try. "Here. Wanna try?" He had his head tilted to the side, almost as if surveying your reaction, but the twinkle in his eyes told you he was confident you'd like it anyway.

He would be right, of course.

You happily obliged as you wrapped your lips around the spoon, and you knew he had to laugh at the way your eyes lit up.

"See?" he poked your forehead with a playful roll of his eyes. "Don't you doubt me!"

"Oh, no no no, I win this. You totally fell for my ploy to sneak an early bite," you grinned. "I didn't doubt you at all!"

"Whatever you say, pipsqueak."

The food found its home on the two plates he'd previously placed the buttered toast on, and this time, it was you who leaned in to steal a kiss.

Soft and quick, not unlike the kiss he'd given you just earlier—

And then another.

And another.

And then within seconds he was laughing, pulling you against him with his hands resting at your waist, your own hands placed upon his shoulders. Your foreheads rest together as he sways you gently to the music—another more of those older tunes he seemed to be fond of these days, a little smooth, jazzy melody to them that surely did have you moving your feet to it.

Not that you looked away from him.

His hair fell over his face, a little bit longer than you were used to—it had been a while since he'd trimmed it, and you had half a mind to think that maybe he'd been a little bit too preoccupied with you to notice.

But it did little to distract you from the pull that his eyes had always had on you.

Still that beautiful, beautiful hue of sunset purple and tangerine skies… You had to let out a soft sigh—

At least, one that nearly turned to a squeak as he took your hand to spin you around. Having caught you off-guard, you could see him nearly double over in laughter at the few missteps in your movements, but he was quick to catch you in a little dip before you could really trip over yourself.

"Heyyyy!" You whined a little, reaching up to flick at his forehead, but he only winked.

The audacity.

His eyes were narrowed playfully, a glimmer of amusement clear on his face. "Alright sorry," he chuckled, "but don't you wanna tell my what's brought this on, at least?"

The song still continued to play through the little speaker, enough to spur him to lead you through to finish it—but his eyebrow remained raised.

"Nothing!" you laughed honestly as he spun you around a second time, successfully this time, before catching your waist and guiding you to glide across the kitchen tiles. "I was just thinking that it's pretty neat to have such a nice, caring boyfriend around…"

"Just pretty neat?"

"Yeah! Just pretty neat."

The last couple notes filled the air as he pulled you back against him, settling into the position you'd started in moments ago.

His forehead pressed against yours.

"I was hoping I'd get something a little more, I dunno… starts with an I, ends with a you, maybe some four-letter-word in the middle…"

You scoffed, and he nuzzled your nose affectionately.

"What? I'm waiting!"

This time, you grinned. "You silly goose," you clicked your tongue, feigning annoyance. But you closed the distance for another quick kiss, and your expression softened. "I love you."

"There we go. I love you too, princess."

Another little kiss, this time to your forehead, before he pushed you back, and gestured towards the table with his eyebrows raised. "So I promise it'll just be a lazy day with the both of us, so you can think up whatever more of those silly antics that I'm totally gonna be on-board with, but eat. It's nearly just noontime, pipsqueak, and I worked on the food, y'know!"

Once again a laugh fell from your lips, and you promptly sat down on the seat he'd pulled for you. But a bite on your spoon reached out towards him; "Okay, but. The chef gets first honors. Say aah~"

And, breakfast—brunch, rather—aside… Caleb kept his promise well.

He knew you usually only had today, and tomorrow, to relax in ways you wouldn't have been able to for the rest of the week. And for the rest of the day, he had simply been adamant on ensuring that you did.

It most definitely was a lazy Saturday.

And now, you had yourself snuggled comfortably on the couch, legs resting over his lap as he surfed through the list of movies on the screen.

"Geez, there's been nothin' interesting out in the past couple months…" He was mumbling under his breath, a tiny furrow of his brows evident to the mix of concentration and frustration.

Yet his free hand had time to run over your exposed thighs, lazily drawing shapes into your skin—so much so that you had nothing left in you to care about anything else he was saying.

"So let's just re-watch something!" you huffed a little, trying to make it seem as if you were keen on making conversation.

"You really wanna?"

A mistake.

He turned from the screen to your face, conveniently catching the way your eyes had been watching the way he caressed your skin, almost subconsciously gliding higher up your legs without really noticing what he'd been doing.

Until now, that is.

"Baby, the screen is here, not there," he teased with a squeeze to your thigh. The action made you gasp, but if you thought he'd tease you further, you were surprised by the gentle tone his voice took on next. "Don't wanna watch a movie anymore, or somethin"?"

Your eyes flitted back up to him. The answer you wanted to speak didn't come out immediately.

"Hey, this day's about you, alright?" He shifted closer this time, one hand reaching out to poke at your forehead. "We don't have to watch. I mean, if you'd rather do somethin' else…"

This time he wiggled his eyebrows a little, daring to slide his hand up a little higher—

You squeaked, clearly the desired effect, as he let out a laugh immediately after.

"Your call, princess."

Swallow your pride, was a phrase you'd often have to repeat to yourself when you were with him.

He used to be a little more lenient with you, but these days he seemed almost insistent to hear the words out of your mouth instead—for good reason, you figured. You knew that he knew you well enough, but you couldn't blame him for wanting you to speak.

So you shifted your position to settle over him, noting the curious gaze in his eyes as you snuggled against his chest.

"Baby?"

"Don't really wanna do much," you mumbled. "But… I want to be close to you. I mean… We can watch something if you want to, but, mmh…. I'm okay with just this. With you."

"Yeah?"

"…Yeah."

He rubbed soothingly into your back. "Alright, alright, I can work with that... But, hm. 1-10 on the cozy scale?"

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest to look at him with a little pout. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you looked pretty riled up a second ago, princess, so you tell me if you want me to do anything, right?"

Another glimmer of amusement.

Part of it was frustrating—but, again. Swallow your pride. You were sure that as much as he adored pushing your buttons, he wasn't quite doing this on purpose.

So a soft laugh through your nose.

"Okay, not the level of rough from last night, if anything," you joked. "But… Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'd… like it if you touch me."

Nothing quite changed in the way his hands were moving over your back in the same consistent, soothing motions, but he smiled—satisfied with your honesty, and more than willing to oblige.

"God, I love it when you're honest," he chuckled. He deftly slipped his hands beneath your sweater—his sweater—and sighed.

And perhaps it was this moment of intimacy, but you felt yourself leaning up, hands cupping his face, pressing your lips against his.

It wasn't rushed, nor heated.

He smiled into the kiss, and your lips moved almost lazily against each other. Eyes closed, enjoying the casual comfort of the moment, your thumb gently rubbing over his cheek as his hands explored every dip and curve of your skin.

Blankets were comfortable, and dancing in the kitchen was fun, but, this—this was really all that you needed.

"Mmmh…"

You sighed as you pulled back for air, but quite frankly, neither of you very much wanted to part.

It only took a few moments before he was kissing you, and you were kissing him, and your fingers had nestled into his hair as his trailed down to slip beneath the band of your underwear.

"So wet, baby," he murmured against your lips, a trace of a laugh in the way he spoke.

You smiled, and tilted your head, allowing the kiss to grow from soft, and lazy, to a little bit deeper.

"Mhm. S'for you," you whispered.

And a low groan tore from your throat as his fingers sunk into your heat, the feeling oh-so-familiar, and oh-so-welcome. And with how many times you'd done this, the stretch felt nothing more than you were used to—but it was delicious.

Your legs spread in an immediate response to the intrusion, allowing him to move a little easier. Separating from the kiss for a mere moment, your head turned back, just in time to see him pull out and discard your panties completely, just in time to watch the way he thrust back slowly into your walls, the squelch of your wetness so deafening in your ears.

"Holy shit," you whispered—and it was almost ridiculous how you sounded, you'd think, so much so that you had to let out a breathless laugh as you turned back to him.

He raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

"Real fucking good."

It was his turn to laugh a little. "Yep. I totally love when you're honest."

Before you could lean back in to kiss him, however, he helped you sit up with him, moving both his hands back over your waist to grab a handful of the flesh of your ass.

"Easier this way," he murmured.

And he kept a hand behind you while the other moved to your front, resuming steady thrusts that had you slowly grinding into his palm.

"Nnnh.. If you keep teasing me like that, m'not going to wait any longer for more than just your fingers," you rolled your eyes.

But he was right; it was easier like this. He had his other hand running up and over your entire body, slipping back beneath the sweater before dipping down over your ass—it was easier for you, too, finding the momentum to guide the movements of his fingers in your cunt, urging him to rub against your sweet spot.

Even as your lips found each other within moments yet again, busy with all these sensations and the wet noises that you felt were echoing in the living room, your hips continued to move—a little up-and-down motions, riding his fingers, very evidently craving more.

"Thaaaat's it," he groaned against your lips, finding time to speak praises of approval in-between kisses and gasps for air. "Get off on my fingers, baby. Y'feel good? Hm?"

You no longer had the mind to reply to him.

Kisses turned to whispers of dirty words into your hair, your face buried into the crook of your shoulder. Muffled moans, movements more frantic��

And then you said it.

"Need you," you gasped, feeling him hit that spongy spot once more. "Need—hngh—need you, Caleb, need more—"

Another kiss over your head. "Shh, shhh. I'll give it to you, baby. Just a little more…"

"Mnh, but! I don't— don't want to—haah—like this—"

"Relaaxx, princess. Breathe, alright?"

He was so deep. So good. So—

"Not this, I wanna cum on your cock…"

You felt him smirk.

It was almost as if he'd been waiting, again, to hear it—to push you enough to have you snap, have you disregard that little tiny bit of pride you still have left.

"Yeah?" he grinned, and he pulled his fingers out of you with a little schlick.

You nearly whined at the sudden emptiness, so much so that even without his fingers to ride, you couldn't help but grind over his bulge.

"Baby," he laughed. "Are you that excited?"

Your movements made it difficult for him to deal with the tie of his sweatpants.

"Just… just hurryyyy!"

"Geez. I've spoiled you, huh, princess? Got you craving my dick this much?"

With a huff from you, he lifted you up just enough to push down his pants and take out his cock. A couple of pumps over his length and you sat yourself down, taking him in with a long, drawn-out moan.

"Oh, fuck, baby."

He was no different.

"Who's—haah—who's the cocky one now, huh?" You managed to smirk at him, despite the way you were panting, despite the way you could feel him, warm and pulsing, reaching deep into your pussy.

You were so full.

"Shit, baby, just move—" He choked on a moan, almost instinctively thrusting up into you.

You fell forward into his chest with a startled cry, but it was enough.

The feeling was not one you were keen on letting fade, and your hips began to move. Slowly, at first, almost as if getting a feel for it again, before moving faster. And he was groaning, and hissing, cursing into your ear, trying to keep his voice down, restlessly roaming his hands over your body. It didn't take long before he was pressing you tightly against him, your bodies moving in a synchronized push-and-pull.

Your hips moved up and down, hands gripping his arms to steady yourself. "Caleb—!" Your moans mixed with broken words, broken syllables of his name, higher-pitched than usual as you worked yourself over his cock.

You could see another one of those shit-eating grins making its way to his face, all flushed and heedy with lust, but you couldn't be bothered to care about it anymore.

"You should see yourself, princess," he panted, moving his hands to grip your cheeks tightly and earning a delicious gasp from your lips. "Shit—fuck—can't ever get enough of you, baby, you're so fucking perfect f'me."

"Mhm? Feels good? Feels… Feels…! Nngh—Caleb! F-feels so good—"

Your movements began to turn frantic.

Grunts and groans mixed in with the slap of skin against skin as you bounced yourself over him, his own thrusts meeting yours with a fervor. There was the heady scent of sex in the air, and you could barely even remember what you'd planned to do here in the first place.

"M-mmhn—! G-gonna cum!" you whined, breathless.

You were panting, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders, trying with every ounce of your strength to keep yourself consistent despite the building tingling in your stomach, despite the tensing in your limbs.

"Cum for me, baby."

He leaned in to nip at your earlobe before trailing his lips over to yours, swallowing that loud cry of his name into a deep, filling kiss.

It was messy.

Your body slumped against his as the pleasure crashed over you in waves, body trembling almost helplessly in his arms. Your chest heaved; you could feel the warmth spreading inside you as he spilled his cum inside within seconds of your orgasm, and you whimpered—you felt so sensitive.

"Shit… Fuck… I know, baby, I know, I know, you did so well…" He cradled you in his arms, voice low and hoarse. In that same comforting manner, he had himself rubbing your back soothingly, giving you a little bit of a squeeze. "Shh, it's okay. Breathe, princess, breathe."

And it would be like this.

You stayed still in that same position for a moment, Caleb whispering soft little words of reassurance, sweet words of praise as he peppered kisses all over your face.

"Satisfied, on a scale of 1-10?" he chuckled a little, stealing a kiss from your lips as you looked back up at him.

Your eyes softened.

"You're kidding, right?" you murmured. "A 10. With you? Always a 10."

"I mean, yeah, I'll bet. You were practically crying about how good my—"

"Caleb!"

You'd reached to grab a nearby pillow and promptly shove it at his face, but it did little to stop the laughter from bubbling from his throat.

"Okay, okay! But! C'mon. Nice start to your weekend, right?"

And this time, you grinned.

"…You know what? Yeah, you're right. Always feels like a Sunday with you."

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[violetlunette]

This a a Prompt from my Disney Song Prompt List.

I'm technically stretching the rules here, but I guess since Disney owns Fox now, I can count on a technicality.

Song: Once Upon a December (Anastasia)

Requested by @singerkillerjaetch

~*~

The winter’s cold stabbed through straight to Silver’s bones, turning pink flesh blue and causing teeth to clatter.

‘I’ll have to find shelter soon,’ he thought. He searched the area, but his vision was hazy due to the thick mist his breath made.

Silver had no idea how long he had been in these icy woods, lost and alone. What he did know was that if he didn’t find warmth soon, Silver would never find it again.

Silver stumbled against a tree, his fingers so numb that he couldn’t even feel the scratchy bark of the tree.

‘I can’t… I can’t…’

“Stand up.” Ah, it was that voice again. “It doesn’t matter what you have to do. As long as you live.”

Silver closed his eyes against the sound. That voice always appeared at times like this, when he was lost.

He just wished he could remember who that voice belonged to.

‘Then again, if I could recall anything, I wouldn’t be here.’ With a shudder, Silver stood and continued to trudge through the thick snow, ripping his leg as the white gripped his knees.

A time ago, the boy had been found wandering with no memory of his past or even who he was. He only had his name due to his hair, and he hated the name “Gray.”

Silver began to worry that he would never find his true identity when fate, or perhaps luck, intervened. 

Silver met a pixie after he rescued her from a band of thieves who were going to sell her in a bottle. 

After the human shared his plight with her, she mysteriously told Silver that he should go to Briar Valley. There, he should seek out “Lilia Vanrouge.” Before Silver could question why, the other vanished.

Having no other leads, the teen made his journey to Briar Valley. 

Once he arrived, he was surprised to find the entire valley coated in snow.

Travelers had told him that this winter had been going on for some time, caused by the sorrow of the Dragon Prince, who had lost something dear to him. Silver, whose heart already twinged at the mention of him, went out to the prince. Whatever he lost must have been precious to create such a storm for so long--

Koff, koff!

Silver’s throat ached and nearly choked him. Silver came to these woods to find his past, but if he didn’t hurry and find protection from the cold, Silver wouldn’t have a future either.

There were many times Silver’s body nearly gave out and fell to the storm, but each time he did, the same voice would appear in his head, begging him to live.

‘I wish I knew... if only I could recall...’ Who that person was.

Silver pressed his lips tight, and his brow furrowed deeply.

It was faint, glowing as dim as an ember, but he could recall someone holding him as a child. In their arms, Silver felt safe and warm. He hadn’t felt that way for a long time.

If the human thought harder, he could hear a faint lullaby being sung. He couldn’t recall the song itself or the words—just the tune.

♬♪♬...♪♪♬...

Silver placed a hand over his chest as the muscle inside it ached. 

It hurt, but it was that pain that kept him going. For his heart to ache and yearn so strongly for something his mind could not recall, Silver must have loved it deeply and dearly. And, surely, those feelings had to have been returned...

Right?

Hope could only move a body for so long, and it seemed that it was going to fade when Silver's aurora-colored eyes spotted something.

In the distance, settled between one of the many large trees and a stream, frozen completely by the cold, was a cottage. 

The sight brought tears to the teen’s eyes as warmth slowly spread to his icy bones.

He knew this place better than he knew anything else. This...this was home. His home.

He was home.

Whoosh!

The door opened so fast that it was nearly pulled from the house. Light came pooling out. The only light in the dark, icy world. Framed by this heavenly glow was a figure that made Silver’s heart cry out, though his lips remained silent in shock. He held his breath until the other spoke.

“Silver?” That voice—he recognized it! It was the same voice that kept him alive all this time. This person was his...

“Father?”

~*~

Lilia stood, shaking not from the cold but from the emotions that filled him upon seeing the sight before him.

“Silver?” Was it a dream? Or perhaps he was seeing a ghost. Could this be his son? The child he had lost what felt like ages ago?

Crack!

His grip broke the wood of the entryway. He didn’t dare hope. He didn’t dare dream. Not after all this time.

And yet--

“Father?” Lilia’s heart, numb from grief for so long, began to beat once more.

Only to break as the lad fell.

“Silver!” Lilia bolted from the doorway to his son’s side, pulling him from the snow as he called the other’s name again and again. Sadly, there was no response.

“Silver!” Surely fate didn’t deliver his boy to his doorstep just to have him die before the father. Such a thing would be far too cruel.

“Silver, please! Please…”

Once upon a December, Silver vanished from his life.

Lilia would not let that happen again.

[ariparri]

Hoshimatsuri

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✦ Found some inspiration to write another ThoYu fic! Thanks to my friend @chrystabelleblaumferge for giving me ideas for this storyline! ☆彡

│││ Word Count: 1906

││✧ Pair: Thoma x Yuna (OC)

│✧ Tags: OC insert written in 1st POV (I/me/my), no use of Y/N or Yuna's name, fluff, established relationship, set before archon quest.

✧ Synopsis: It is believed that when a couple makes a wish during the Tanabata festival and a shooting star appears in the sky, it is a sign of their love being blessed for eternity by two star crossed lovers.

✦ Listened to Kiseki in the original Japanese, the acoustic cover and the English cover while writing this song (๑>◡<๑) But I feel like the acoustic version fits for this fic ♪( ´▽｀)

Kiseki by Greeeen

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Genshin Masterlist

❌ NO REPOSTING ❌

With summer finally in season, all of Inazuma gather to celebrate the star festival. Having the rest of our evening off, Thoma and I were thrilled to finally spend our free time together. The both of us strolled hand in hand through the bustling streets, surrounded by the vibrant colors of festival decorations and the cheerful chatter of attendees.

The summer night felt enchanting with lively anticipation. The air was warm, and the delicious scent of festival foods like yakitori and sweet dango were being carried in the breeze. Lanterns adorned with intricate designs cast a soft, colorful glow, illuminating the lively streets and bustling stalls. There's a gentle breeze that rustles the leaves of nearby bamboo trees, adding a soothing background murmur to the people’s chatters. The sky above is clear, sprinkled with countless stars that twinkle like tiny lanterns themselves.

The atmosphere is filled with a sense of joy as people of all ages come together to celebrate under the canopy of stars. Laughter and music mingle with the occasional sound of the taiko drums and flute performances, creating a symphony of festive sounds. The night was perfect for celebrating the star festival.

Street performers played traditional songs suited for the night, their instruments filling the air with festive melodies. I happily hummed along to the tune of children singing as Thoma and I strolled through the crowded street. While wandering between the stalls, something caught my eye, and I quickly pulled Thoma in its direction. He didn’t seem to mind; his smile widened as he watched me dart excitedly from booth to booth, admiring the colorful trinkets and merchandise.

“Thoma, look over here! They have little charms of Orihime and Hikoboshi!” I exclaimed, cooing over the adorable character charms. “Aren’t they cute?” Thoma took one from my hand and inspected it closely. “They really are. But, can you tell me who Orihime and Hikoboshi are?” At his question, I stopped in my tracks, staring at him with wide eyes as if he had said something shocking. Thinking he must have offended me, Thoma quickly tried to defend himself. “Well, you know, this is my first festival here! I’m not yet familiar with all of Inazuma's myths and legends!” He laughs awkwardly holding his hands up in defense.

“Oh that’s right. This would be your first Tanabata since you first arrived in Inazuma!” I sheepishly chuckled, “Sorry, I just get so excited for the star festival. It’s honestly my favorite out of all the festivals we have.” Thoma smiled warmly. “No need to apologize! I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself. So, tell me about Orihime and Hikoboshi.”

“Okay!” I clapped my hands, preparing to dive into a quick storytelling session. “You know how the star festival is called Hoshimatsuri? Well, this evening is also known as Tanabata, and it's celebrated in honor of two star-crossed lovers, Orihime and Hikoboshi.”

“The Sky King, Tentei, ruled over the heavenly river known as the Amanogawa. His daughter Orihime was known as the Weaving Princess. She was talented for weaving these beautiful cloth that her father adored and would always spend her days by the river weaving. Though, because she spent so much of her time on her craft, she never had time to find love and felt lonely.”

“Worried about his daughter’s loneliness, Tentei arranged for her to meet Hikoboshi, who lived across the Amanogawa herding cows. When the two met, they instantly fell in love and married shortly thereafter. But their newfound happiness caused problems—Orihime stopped weaving cloth for Tentei, and Hikoboshi let his cows roam free in Heaven.”

Thoma listened intently, his eyes tracing my animated gestures as I spoke. He could tell just how much I loved this story by how I waved my hands around as I spoke. He didn't seem to mind my dramatic storytelling; instead, he appreciated my expressive nature. Captivated by my passion, he wore a fond smile, happily engaged in the tale and occasionally contributing his own thoughts.

“In anger, Tentei separated the two lovers across the Amanogawa, forbidding them from meeting. Orihime became heartbroken at the loss of her husband and asked her father to let them meet again. Moved by his daughter’s tears, Tentei allowed the lovers to meet on the seventh day of the seventh month if she worked hard and finished her weaving.”

“And that would be Tanabata.” Thoma interjected, “the evening of the seventh day.”

“Mhmm, yes exactly!” As I nodded and chuckled along with Thoma, feeling his warm gaze fixed on me throughout our conversation, I couldn't help but admire how he always seemed to understand my excitement for these stories. Seeing the genuine interest on his face, I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell. He truly loved how passionate I was about anything.

“Though,” I closed my eyes and let out a quiet sigh, “the first time they tried to meet, they found that they could not cross the river because there was no bridge. Orihime cried so much that a flock of magpies came and promised to make a bridge with their wings so she could cross the river.” This was the part of the story that always got to me, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness. It breaks my heart to know they can only meet once a year. I could feel tears starting to form as I thought about how lonely they must have been throughout the rest of the year when they couldn’t meet.

“They say that if it rains on Tanabata, the magpies can't come because of the rising river, and the two lovers must wait another year to meet. The rain on this day is called ‘The Tears of Orihime and Hikoboshi.’” The tears in my eyes threatened to fall. “It’s so unfair, Thoma. They can only see each other once a year.” I let out a few sniffles and wiped my eyes. “Imagine having to wait so long just for one fleeting moment together. It's heartbreaking."

Thoma’s expression softened, and he gently cupped my face with his hands, replacing mine. His thumbs wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. “Hey now, seeing each other only once a year is tough, but it didn’t stop Orihime and Hikoboshi, right? They were willing to wait because their love for each other was that strong.” He paused, looking deep into my eyes with a comforting smile. “Their story is sad, but it’s also a testament to the power of their love. It reminds us that love can endure even the hardest challenges. Besides, you know I’d wait an eternity to see you if I had to.”

His words warmed my heart, and I felt a sense of reassurance wash over me. “You’re right,” I murmured, placing my hands over his. “Their love is a symbol of hope, not just sadness. You always know what to say to make me feel better.” Thoma smiled and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “Anytime,” he whispered wiping away the rest of my tears. “No more tears now, we still have a festival to enjoy.”

“Ah!” I suddenly pulled away, excitement bubbling up inside me again. “Before we do anything else, we have to make a wish!” I pointed towards a crowded stand adorned with colorful slips of paper and decorations. People were eagerly writing their wishes and stringing them up on the bamboo nearby. Thoma chuckled and followed my lead, his eyes sparkling with the same enthusiasm.

As we wrote our wishes, I glanced up towards the sky, remembering a popular myth that came with the legend. "You know, there’s a myth that many people believe," I said with a twinkle in my eye, sighing dreamily. "If a shooting star appears on the night of the star festival, your wish will come true, and the love you share with someone will be blessed for eternity."

Thoma looked up at the sky alongside me, his expression thoughtful. "That's a sweet myth," he said softly. "I hope we see a shooting star tonight." We both finished writing our wishes and hung them together on the bamboo. A smile graced my face as the colorful slips fluttered gently in the night breeze. The act felt intimate and special, like a shared promise of our hope and dreams under the starlit sky.

Thoma gently led me away from the wishing stand, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. "Come on, the fireworks are about to start. We don't want to miss them, do we?" His question brought me back to the moment. "Oh no, I almost forgot!" I exclaimed, slipping out of Thoma's embrace and taking his hand eagerly. "Let's hurry if we want to find a good spot!"

"Don’t worry, I already have a spot in mind," Thoma assured me, gently pulling me back before I could rush off. Confused yet intrigued, I looked at him, but he just winked and led me confidently towards where the fireworks would illuminate the sky.

Following Thoma, we found ourselves in a cozy spot with an unobstructed view of the area. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw a blanket, cushions, and a basket already set up. "Of course you'd manage to find a secluded spot away from the crowd! How did you have time to set all this up?"

“Right before it was time to meet you at Komore Teahouse,” Thoma said as he sat down on the soft blanket, patting the space next to him for me to join him. “Since I finished my tasks early and got the rest of the evening off, I spent a little of my free time preparing all of this.”

I couldn't help but chuckle. "You're such a workaholic, Thoma. Even when you're supposed to relax, you're always finding something to do." He chuckled back and produced a small container, unveiling perfectly crafted tricolor dango. "I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you," he said warmly, offering the treat to me.

I smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his thoughtfulness. “A picnic under the stars? How romantic~ You always go above and beyond, don’t you?” I teased, taking a bite of the dango. The sweet, chewy treat melted in my mouth, and I savored the familiar taste. Thoma watched with satisfaction, his eyes twinkling under the soft glow of the moon light. “You deserve the best,” he replied softly. “Seeing you happy makes it all worthwhile.”

We continued munching on snacks and chatting to pass the time before the fireworks began. As soon as the first firework illuminated the sky, we settled down to watch. My excitement grew with each new burst of color that joined the display, painting the night in vibrant hues. Amidst the dazzling explosions, a brilliant streak flashed across the canvas of twinkling stars and colors, its radiant light cutting through the darkness.

“Thoma,” I gasped, eyes wide with wonder. “Was that a-”

"A shooting star," Thoma finished my sentence, confirming the answer. He squeezed my hand, a smile spreading across his face. "Our wish," he murmured, pulling me close and resting his head on mine, "looks like the myth is true." I matched Thoma’s smile with one of my own, leaning into him. Together, we watched in awe as the shooting star disappeared into the horizon, a symbol of the promise for our future together, blessed for eternity.

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how the saint feels pretending to understand how to use gender flag bases when it comes to gender systems:

genuinely she doesn’t know how people use the flag bases.. the black and white ones… heuhhh?

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queued up 2 New genders for the congregation ( aer followers & mutuals )!! these genders have Diff post formatting from my Older posts, something Fancier. trying to be Cool :p hopefully you all Enjoy!

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favorite thing to do is set on some good music & start making flags like crazzyyyyy

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one thing that bothers the saint slightly abt the coining community is that no one seems checks to see if someone’s already coined smth before posting.. che thinks Generally most people won’t mind other’s reimagining flags and such, but he finds it a little Sad that coining credits don’t seem to actually matter much (?)

to be fair, che is not Innocent in this, che’s sure some of my posts are Accidental recoins, but he does try to check before he posts, especially with media flags like genshin or even yokai watch ( although che has reason to think che’s the only yokai watch fan left in this world, Justice for the heavenly saint and the yokai gang )

tldr: che thinks credit is an important thing, not to be a narc or fed or Annoying loser. again, accidents happen, of course. but che thinks a a quick search could help lower the accident rate.