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ittybittyfanblog · 6 months ago

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I Exist to Nobody (but you.) – Part 1

Summary: You meet your soulmate on a serendipitous afternoon in your grandparents' backyard.

And on all levels except physical, Xavier is a normal boy.

Word Count: 4.2k

Tags: fem!reader x xavier, you x xavier (no use of Y/N), imaginary friend AU, imaginaryfriend!xavier, childhood friends (to lovers, but not in this chapter!), themes of codependency?, lil sprinkle of family issues lol, growing up, time skips as a plot device, again– pretty self-indulgent

A/N: I understand that AUs aren’t everyone’s cup of tea and that’s okay! Xavier’s always been a comfort character to me and I wanted to write something different for him, which led to this baby <3

(art + banners are made by urs truly x)

Part I

You stand a little over three feet, and your hair is in braids.

You’re wearing your Sunday special; a pretty purple dress with a frilly skirt and your favorite pair of stripe-print leggings. Your sparkly jelly ballerinas have been long since discarded somewhere in the grass as you run barefoot in your grandparents’ backyard.

You’re playing hopscotch by yourself, with the family Shiba for company. The sky is starting to turn into a pretty orange hue and you hear your mom calling from inside the house when you see something white move from the corner of your eye.

With all the curiosity befitting a four-year-old, your tiny feet carry you in the direction where you saw it; near the mossy undergrowth, beneath the canopy shade of the old Kousa dogwood tree that stood for more than four generations behind the residential building you’d spent some days hiding in when you didn’t want to go back inside for dinner.

It’s as safe a spot to you as it is familiar, so it takes you by surprise when you find something unexpected; in the form of a small, pale boy with hair the color of rain clouds in the summer, sitting with his legs up to his chin, looking like one of those little elves in your fairytale books.

A pair of blue eyes meet yours, alight in childlike wonder.

_____

Xavier doesn’t know how he came to be; just that he’s now present in this plane of existence, in the phantom body of a four-year-old boy, in a place he knows human beings call a back-yard.

He knows this—just as he knows things on an objective level; like what a house is, what the creature covered in fur is called (a small wolf), or what a human girl looks like.

What he doesn’t understand is the knee-jerk reaction to hide when his sudden appearance catches your attention, which brings him to his current attempt at concealing himself amidst a thicket; beneath the tree with star-like blooms.

He doesn’t account for the beating of his heart when your searching gaze lands on him, nor the unfamiliar excitement of being seen feels like.

“Hi!” You finally exclaim after a few seconds of consideration, squatting down in front of him. Xavier notices that you’re missing a front tooth when you give him a big smile. He also notices how his heartbeat quickens at the sight. “Are you an elf?!”

“No,” he responds quietly. “I’m human. I think.”

His voice sounds odd to his ears.

“Oh,” you say with an undercurrent of disappointment. “Well, that’s okay! I’m human too!”

You say it with such enthusiasm that Xavier’s lips pull up in a hesitant smile.

Bouncing back up to your feet, you pat away the nonexistent dirt from your dress and extend a hand towards him. “D’you wanna play with me? Oh, oh—we can play hide-and-seek! You seek, I hide!”

You're off to run somewhere before he could answer. He doesn't know what hide-and-seek entails, nor what it means to be amongst the living.

He doesn’t know that many things, but he thinks he’d like to know more about you.

___

You head inside the house after your mom calls you for a fourth time, her voice straining in (rising) agitation. Towing behind you is your new (best!) friend, who you decide is joining you for dinner.

“This is Xavier!” You point at the boy sitting on the chair you dragged near yours, eyes wide as he takes in the spread on the table in front of him. “I saw him outside and we played hide-and-seek!”

Your mom exchanges a look with your grandmother. She glances at the chair beside you, then at you.

She sees your wide grin. Resigned, she sighs and smiles indulgently.

“Hello, Xavier.”

The boy perks up at that. She could also–?

…No.

It’s not obvious at first glance. But when he studies the expression of the woman who shares the same nose and chin as his new friend, he notices that her eyes look past him. Not at him.

Xavier falters upon realizing the… facade. He is aware that his form isn’t as corporeal compared to yours. His skin has a certain translucent quality to it, more obvious under the stark, fluorescent lighting. The manner in which he moves isn’t unlike the minute particles floating in the air; more buoyant, less solid. Less tangible. Less aliv–

You squeal in excitement, and he’s distracted. He watches as you turn in your seat to face him– to look straight into his eyes and tell him—

“I’m your bestest friend now, okay?”

You say it as a statement; like a promise. And for a second, he feels more present in the world.

So you are. His bestest friend.

Xavier’s chest feels warm; he likes the sound of that.

___

“Grandpa, Xavier says your beard looks funny!”

“Huh? Who’zat??”

_____

You learn the concept of an imaginary friend after introducing Xavier to person number six, who happens to be your preschool teacher.

You overhear her discussing boring adult stuff with your mom when the latter comes to pick you up after school. You and Xavier are in a corner, playing princess and knight. It’s just the two of you, away from the other kids, since your friends refused to join when you’d asked them if they wanted to play too.

Or rather— they don’t think it’s fair that you just made someone up to be the knight, and have them play the villains.

That confused you. You also notice how it made your best friend sad. So in the end, you decided that you don’t need anyone else! Xavier is already the best knight who is now also an evil dragon.

“Honey, don’t you want to play with your other classmates?” Your teacher, Miss Dahlia, asks you as she and your mom amble closer to where you and Xavier are; her tone gentle, yet careful.

You shake your head, a ‘harrumph!’ leaving your mouth. “They didn’t wanna play villains with us. But ‘sokay, Xavier is an evil knight dragon now.”

Miss Dahlia smiles the same smile your mother gave you at dinner last night. “Oh, of course, sweetie. But maybe you and… Xavier can find someone else to join you?”

Your brows furrow, starting to feel irritated about the whole thing. “I told you, they don’t wanna! They said they dun’ wanna have someone made up play the knight!”

Your mom sighs and the two share a look.

After a moment of hesitation, your teacher begins to explain how your friends “may not be able to see” Xavier since he’s special and only appears to you. That “It’s good you’re being very independent, sweetie, as long as you don’t let Xavier prevent you from hanging out with your actual friends.”

Because, according to Miss Dahlia, he’s just an imaginary friend.

You blink, not understanding. Xavier is silent beside you. “Huh?”

You’re looking at the boy in question, trying to make sense of how the other kids—and apparently, everyone else—can’t see him when he’s sitting right there. You don’t understand, and it’s making you more annoyed.

So the moment Miss Dahlia finishes talking, you tell her that you’re happy playing with just Xavier, and that you’re gonna continue to play princess and evil knight dragon now, please and thank you.

___

Back home, you and your imaginary friend lie starfish on the floor of your bedroom. You stay quiet while you count the barely visible water spots on your ceiling, waiting for the other person to speak.

He doesn’t.

Feeling fidgety, you break the silence. “They don’t see you.”

“I-I don’t think so.”

“But I see you.” You stress the word, turning on your left to look at Xavier when you say it.

“Yes,” He agrees, twisting his head to the right so that he’s facing you too. You try to figure out how he’s feeling about the situation—with all the naivety of a child your age—but his expression doesn’t give much away.

You’re about to ask him directly when, finally, his lips curve into a small smile. A knot loosens in your chest.

“Don’t worry,” Xavier assures you. “That’s enough for me.”

_____

You lost another round of hide-and-seek.

“‘S not fair,” you grouse, stomping a foot in frustration. “You always find me so fast!”

“We could always play tag instead,” Xavier offers.

“As if you don’t win at tag too!”

_____

It’s another bright, sunny Tuesday and your mom leaves you with her usual instruction to behave well for Mrs Dela Peña, a kind—albeit a little strict—lady in her mid-seventies who lives a block away from your house, and your babysitter since you were in diapers. You’re eight now, and starting to make heads with your multiplication tables, but your mom still thinks you’re a big baby that needs looking after.

You think you’re old enough to be left alone during your summer break when she has to go to work, but she refuses to leave you by your lonesome no matter how much you insist.

“I have Xavier with me anyway!”

Your mom just shakes her head whenever you use that as an argument, not bothering with a response.

So with the usual pout on your face, you stand at the front door with your arms crossed as you grudgingly bid your mother goodbye.

“–and don’t forget to eat all your greens later for lunch, okay?” She reminds you one last time before giving you a wet kiss on the forehead. You scrunch your nose as you wipe it off. “Love you, honey. I’ll be home by six.”

And off she goes. You turn to face Xavier—whose hair is a little longer now, almost past his chin, but with eyes the same shade of marble blue—and complain, “She always treats me like a little kid!”

“But you are a kid,” he tells you, sounding a little confused by your ire. “And it’s normal for parents to care for their children, no matter how old they are.”

You grumble, narrowing your eyes at him. “I know, but you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side,” Xavier says, blinking innocently. “I tell you when Mrs Dela Peña isn’t looking so you could hide your broccoli before she sees.”

He does make for a good lookout. You divert the subject.

“Okay, whatever. But we’re still on Project: Veggie Throw, right?” You ask him, excitement replacing the crabbiness from a moment ago.

Xavier hums in assent, both him and you sharing the same aversion for all things leafy and (barely) edible, despite the other one’s inability to eat.

Apparently, just explaining to him the yuckiness of a watercress salad is enough for him to take your side of things.

Xavier sneaks into the kitchen—quiet as a mouse, as usual—to observe the old woman who’s starting to prepare for lunch. He notes the celery stalks being chopped on a wooden board and makes a sound of disgust.

The little phantom boy waits until the woman finishes the rest of the vegetables to put on a corner before calling out to you:

“The veggies are contained in one spot, agent. Over.”

Your head pops out to peek from behind the wall that connects to the kitchen. Xavier, who’s now sitting cross-legged on the countertop close to the awning window, waves you towards the sink while Mrs Dela Peña’s busy taking something out of the fridge.

Trying your best to move swiftly before she could catch you in the act, you zip straight to where the sliced vegetables are, bath towel ready to snatch them away when—

“There’s that tuxedo cat again from yesterday,” Xavier casually comments, peering through the open blinds. “I think he’s brought a friend this time.”

Like second nature, you respond without thinking, “You mean Mr Snuffles?”

“...”

“Oh, I didn't see you there, sweetie!” Mrs Dela Peña exclaims, eyes crinkling from the smile that graces her face as she sees your frozen form over by the aromatics. “Would you like to help with the cooking? Oh-ho! Be a dear now and soak those mung beans in water, will you?”

“... Sorry,” Xavier sheepishly offers, then shrinks down from your betrayed look.

You end up on stir duty. The large pot filled with beans and green produce seems to bubble ominously as you’re forced to listen to the same story about Mrs Dela Peña’s neighbor for the nth time.

An apologetic Xavier dutifully recites to you the play-by-play on how Mr Snuffles and his racoon friend are rummaging through the trash bins as penance, and you swear to be more conscious of your audience next time you’re speaking to your invisible friend.

_____

You’re in fourth grade, and exam week is coming up.

You look at the textbooks that are laid neatly on the living room table, untouched. Then at the TV. Maybe you could sneak in one episode before—

“No screen time before you finish studying, dearie!” An older Mrs Dela Peña calls out from the kitchen, apparently having a sixth sense for children and their sneaky ways. “Your mother wants you to complete the set of exercises she’s left for you there before you watch your an-e-mays.”

Groaning in response, you let your head fall down onto the table with a thunk. “But it’s booooring!”

Xavier hums sympathetically, patting your head with a spectral hand. “I can read beside you. Do you want me to ask you the questions?”

“I want to watch Killua beat those guys at dodgeball,” you sulk, voice coming out a little muffled against the oakwood surface. “Not memorize dates from, like, a hundred years ago.”

“Killua isn’t here to help you with The Revolution, I am.” You’re caught off-guard by the shortness in Xavier’s tone, enough to raise your head to stare at your friend curiously. He keeps his gaze fixed on the questionnaire in front of him.

Wait. That gives you an idea.

“I think I know how you could help me, Xavi,” You say slowly, excitement creeping in your voice. Why haven’t you thought of this before??

The pouting boy tilts his head in confusion. You start explaining what you have in store for him for the next couple of days, and before you even finish your spiel, the pout is gone and Xavier’s nodding along with your plan, seeming to be fully on board.

The idea that his… nonphysicality could finally be of use to you has him feeling oddly giddy. You, on the other hand, look identical to a cat that ate the canary as you reach for the remote.

Seems like you’ll be able to watch your second favorite pale-haired boy after all.

___

You’ve been asked to stay after class, two days before the end of midterms.

Your history teacher has been on it with your adviser for a while now, in a heated argument about your test results. Well, yours and another student in your class.

“How is that even possible? He’s sitting three rows behind her!”

“I don’t know how she did it, but they even got the same answer to the third essay down to the last sentence!”

You and your partner-in-crime share a look of alarm. Uh-oh.

Any attempts at making you fess up led to nowhere. You keep denying all claims of cheating, and your adviser recalls nothing that could warrant suspicion on the day of your World History exam.

Without enough conclusive evidence of your dishonesty for them to be able to pin the blame on you and call it a day, their resolution to this ‘conundrum’ is to have you take another test in the faculty office tomorrow after school, under the watchful eyes of two (wary) teachers.

You let Xavier help you one last time—by relaying to you the answers from the paper tucked between two books on your teacher’s desk—before deciding that it’s probably for the best if you refrain from using your invisible friend for anything that could cause you more trouble in the long run; especially on the remaining days left of midterm week.

Xavier looks deflated, but agrees. (The pout is back, though.)

_____

“Where’d you get the name Xavier anyway?”

“It came to me in a dream,” he says cryptically. His face betrays nothing, so you can't figure out whether he’s telling the truth or just messing with you.

“... Right.”

Xavier hides a smile.

_____

“Hey, what are they talking about?” You ask Xavier from your perch on top of the staircase. You’ve been eavesdropping on the conversation downstairs for a while now, but you could barely make sense of the words being thrown around except for a couple of bad ones.

Xavier cocks his head to the side, trying to listen in as well, before deciding to just transport himself closer to the source.

Your dad, a man that you’ve spent considerably less time with compared to your grandfather (or basically everybody else, for that matter), came to visit today for reasons that aren’t really clear to you. But judging from the hushed whispers and periodic bouts of angry shouting down the living room, it isn’t for anything good.

Your mom frequently uses the term “deadbeat”, and sometimes when she’s really in a mood, “a good-for-nothing waste of a man” when describing your father. You don’t have much of a relationship with him to feel offended on his behalf so you just nod along and agree when your mom goes off in a tirade.

You wonder sometimes, how things would be if you had a dad. A better one, perhaps. The kind of dad that picks you up after school in an SUV, just like how the dads from your class do for their kids. Or someone that’d take longer “shifts” at work to bring home enough to take care of the family, like how your mom does.

You wonder what it would be like to spend the holidays with another parent – the three of you welcoming New Years at home with a bunch of round fruits and maybe some sparklers, instead of having to sleep early at your grandparents’ house.

Xavier floats back to your side after a few minutes, face set in a frown. “They’re saying something along the lines of moving somewhere nearer the city and finalizing the papers for the divorce. Your father’s talking about remarrying, as well.”

It’s relayed to you in monotone, like someone reading off a script—or reciting exactly what they’ve heard sans the curse words—that it takes you a moment to process the information.

After a beat, the only thing that comes out of you is a small, “oh.”

“Are you… okay?”

It doesn't take much time for you to shake your head, along with the passing pipe dream you’ve entertained, if only for a few short minutes.

You stand up from your crouched position near the top banister, leaving your little hiding spot to go back to your room. Xavier follows.

“It’s fine,” you tell him with a shrug. “Do you wanna read Nightwing with me?”

He agrees, of course. If he curls up closer to you when you stay up later that night to stare quietly at the glowing stars on your bedroom walls, neither of you brings it up in the morning.

_____

You had a fight with your mother earlier today. Xavier’s with you while you sit quietly on the tire swing behind your house.

“Would you come with me if I go someplace far away from ‘ere?”

“How far do you want to go?”

“I dunno,” you shrug half-heartedly. “It’d be cool if we could go live on a planet of our own, don’cha think?”

“Just the two of us?”

“Yeah. Somewhere I can just…” You struggle to find the words, but you settle on– “Breathe, I guess.”

A flock of birds fly eastward. Envy colors you green as you think about the fact that they could call any place home without being tied down to a single location.

“I’d like that,” Xavier smiles. “Maybe we could, one day. Once mankind improves the means for intergalactic travel.”

“...Whatever you say, Xavi.”

_____

It's your twelfth birthday.

You’re sitting at the head of the table surrounded by friends and family as they sing you a happy birthday. In front of you is a sunflower yellow buttercream cake with rainbow sprinkles and two lit candles in the shape of a large ONE and TWO.

“Happy birthday to you,”

You watch your friends; girls in school that you grew up with since kindergarten, and some boys that you’ve climbed trees with during lunch breaks. Almost all of them have already gone through one or two phases over the course of years you’ve known them, and some you consider your closer friends are even acting a little distant as of late, already outgrowing old interests that you’d once shared.

Even the general consensus on shows like Adventure Time and Spongebob has changed drastically ever since they all started watching Disney Channel. Flashy cell phones and handheld consoles are traded in place of old Barbie dolls and LeapFrog books; the latter are now kept hidden inside a dusty box underneath the bed, like forgotten relics of a simpler time.

“Happy birthday to youuu,”

They look different now, too. Some shot up in height, others gained a measly few inches. Some ditched the braids in exchange for a shag cut. The cooler kids even started wearing makeup.

(You think you’d like to try putting on eyeliner if your mom wasn’t so strict.)

“Happy birthday, dear– ouch!” A yelp. “Jeremy, you dumdum, stop moving the cake too much!”

Your gaze then shifts to your right, almost instinctively, to a space that all your other guests would find empty.

There, always by your side, your best friend remains the same as ever. Not the same in the sense that he looked the way he did when you first saw him eight years ago in your grandparents’ backyard, no. You’re not blind to the changes he’s gone through, in stages similar to your own.

He’s grown taller, for one; almost as tall as you are now. The chub in his cheeks lost some of its roundness, and his limbs are lankier. His hair went through phases of being short, long, and the awkward in-between. When you had asked a couple years back how he’s able to change the length of it without going to a salon, he simply said he does it “to match yours when you do.”

All-in-all, his physical appearance passes as a regular twelve-year-old boy, if not for the slight ‘otherworldly’ aspect one could probably… overlook. So ‘the same’ isn’t really how you’d describe him.

“–happy biiirthday to youuu!”

Xavier mouths the song along with the people in your life, his gaze trained on you the entire time. You look into the same galaxy-blue that you’ve associated with home, comfort, and just Xavier in every way—and you understand.

Constant. The word you're looking for is constant.

You blow out your candles, wishing it could last forever.

_____

“Don’t you think you’re getting a little too old for an imaginary friend, dear?”

_____

Xavier finds you up the roof one rainy afternoon. You look like you’ve been crying.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach from the sight of your red-rimmed eyes. He sidles beside you, close enough that his right side almost merges with your left.

(He’d like to imagine that you could feel him—as a source of warmth, of comfort to you while you shiver from both the cold and the heavy emotions weighing you down. He wishes he could be more than just a presence.)

“M-mom said that,” you sniff, angrily rubbing away the wetness in your eyes with the back of your hand. “–tha’ when I grow older, you won’t show up anymore.

That—that you’d be gone, ‘cos imaginary friends don’t stay with you when you’re all grown up.” Your bottom lip wobbles by the end of your sentence.

A dark rain cloud looms overhead, signaling the coming of a storm stronger than the current downpour that’s drenching you to the bone.

“You won’t leave me, would you, Xavi?” You whisper, turning to gaze at your dearest friend with greedy eyes, committing his form to memory, just in case he— “You won’t disappear on me, right?”

There’s a crackle of energy in the air; a drop in temperature that causes the fine hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

“I don’t want you to ever go away.”

(Neither does he.)

Something builds up inside Xavier. A desire, a need stronger than the limitations of the circumstance he’s dealt with since the beginning of his existence. It’s as vast and tumultuous as the birth of a star, and equally as brilliant.

(He wants, he needs, he wishes–)

An answer from the high heavens comes in the form of a lightning strike, illuminating the world in a blinding veil of white for less than a second. The resounding “crack!” feels like a blessing. Like an affirmation from the court of gods listening in on the boy’s plea.

A boon is granted, born from an ambition so great. And for a moment, Xavier burns brighter than any of the billion pinpricks of light in the night sky.

On a roof, two children sit facing each other under a raging tempest, threads of fate tying them together in an unbreakable bond.

Snip.

Something falls into place.

“Never,” he vows. “I’ll always be with you. Forever.”

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ticklygiggles · 24 days ago

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Jelly | Gaming, Aether & Wanderer

Commissioned by @wertzunge

A/N: big thanks to my always special and loyal commissioner MWAH MAX 💕 Thank you for your endless support and patience! I hope you enjoy thiiis 💖

Summary: The jealousy bug has bitten Aether! Luckily, his friends are there for him!

Words: 2.1k

The Serenitea Pot was exactly that, a heaven of serenity.

A sanctuary that Aether had carefully created for Paimon and himself. After their exhausting missions and adventures, they could unwind in this small realm, surrounded by peace and tranquility. It was a safe space where Aether could hide when he didn't feel like traveling, fighting, or seeing anyone at all. A place where he could feel a little down and miss his sister without anyone looking at him with pity in their eyes.

It was also a happy place. A place where all his friends from across Teyvat could visit and hang out with him, drinking tea and just chatting and enjoying time together. This time, he had invited Gaming and Wanderer to a picnic in his stunning garden.

Wanderer, having visited his Serenitea Pot multiple times before, seemed unfazed, but Gaming, Man Chai, and Mini Durin were impressed, showering Aether with praise and inflating his ego.

Aether had prepared, (with Paimon’s help, who was rewarded with five sandwiches), a special picnic area. A blanket was spread out on the grass and there was so much food, snacks and candy from different parts of Teyvat that there was barely any room to sit down. As they settled in as they could, Man Chai and Mini Durin started running around, chasing each other playfully. Meanwhile, Aether couldn't help but worry... how would Wanderer and Gaming interact?

Aether was well aware that they were complete opposites and that Wanderer wasn't exactly the most patient person in Teyvat. However, their pets happened to be the perfect icebreaker. Before he knew it, Gaming and Wanderer were engrossed in conversation, bonding over their experiences with Man Chai and Mini Durin.

Gaming laughed, “Man Chai is always so bright in the morning! Always enjoys waking me up!”

Wanderer rolled his eyes with a groan. “Mini Durin as well. It's so terribly annoying,” he said, but anyone could see the affection for the dragon in his eyes. “And he eats like he's feeding a small army!”

Gaming snorted, almost spilling his drink. He coughed a bit, laughing softly. “Man Chai as well!”

Aether watched them awkwardly, struggling to find a way to join in their conversation. Just as he thought there was a chance to change the subject, one in which Aether could also participate, the two creatures dashed towards their respective owners.

“Man Chai!” Gaming giggled, gently nudging the little lion onto the blanket, and showering him with scratches in his tummy. Man Chai responded with adorable huffing sounds that Aether could only assume was some kind of laughter.

“Wanderer~” Mini Durin squealed in delight as Wanderer's fingers wiggled under his chin. Mini Durin kicked his little legs, his wings flapping about as he giggled happily in Wanderer's lap.

Aether watched the adorable scene unfold before him, and he should have felt happy, delighted that his friends were having so much fun with their pets, right in that place that he had worked so hard for, but... why was he feeling so grumpy?

Aether knew the answer perfectly, but he flatly refused to admit it. It was something extremely stupid and ridiculously embarrassing, and yet, he felt that sensation that made his blood boil and caused his stomach to twist in discomfort…

He was jealous.

Jealous of a mini dragon and a little lion that looked like a suanni. Jealous because his friends seemed to be having a blast, bonding over their pets while he was left out. Wasn't that a little unfair? Aether had been running here and there in Natlan, he was tired and wanted to sleep for five days straight. Instead, he'd decided to invite his friends over for a fun gathering, but it seemed they were the only ones having a good time.

Aether knew he was being ridiculous, irrational. Acting like a spoiled child, but he couldn't stop himself from pouting as he nibbled on a sandwich. He should've let Paimon stay; at least she loved being the center of his attention.

As he nibbled on some fruit and chips, he tried to ignore Gaming and Wanderer's conversation about whose pet was the most ticklish. ‘Trying’ was the key word here. His curiosity was so strong, he found himself listening, pretending to inspect a flower near him.

“What. Wanderer, are you even seeing how much Man Chai is kicking around?” Gaming asked with a soft laugh as he scratched the lion's belly.

Wanderer huffed, “Are you listening how much Mini During is laughing?” he counterattacked, his fingers wiggling gently under the dragon’s chin, making him giggle brightly.

Aether let out a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes in exasperation. Who cared which pet was more ticklish, anyway? Certainly, not him. He let out a sigh, his own behavior was making him feel ashamed. He suddenly thought that his friends would really hate him if they knew the thoughts he was having at that moment.

He knew he shouldn't feel that way and he scolded himself strictly, trying to seem the same vibrant and kind person he always was, watching the scene with a small smile on his lips that didn't reach his eyes. But he couldn't hold on for long and his gaze drifted away from the scene in front of him.

He looked over a small fountain in his garden, he watched the water fall and somehow made him feel more relaxed. He heard Mini Durin and Man Chai escaping their owners' playful ministrations and they started to run around them, playing catch.

Aether blinked, his mind suddenly drifting far away, his expression turning a little sad as the memory of his sister's smiling face filled his mind. The chirping of the birds, the running water, the soft whisper of the wind, everything was slowly fading away, he almost didn't hear Wanderer's voice when he spoke to him.

“What's wrong?” Wanderer had asked, but Aether didn't answer, thinking he was talking to Gaming until he felt a soft touch on his knee that brought him back to the two in front of him.

“Oh, s-sorry,” he apologized, his cheeks blushing pink. “What did you say?”

Wanderer arched an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression clearly annoyed after Aether ignored him. Gaming, on the other hand, looked at Aether with a soft smile, concern in his eyes.

“I said,” Wanderer started through gritted teeth. “What is wrong?”

Aether blinked, shaking his head a little. “Nothing's wrong.”

Wanderer’s eyebrow twitched. “Okay,” he sighed in exasperation. “Let me rephrase that: why are you jealous?”

Aether's eyes widened, his cheeks turning crimson as he watched the other two. His mouth opened and closed like that of a fish. He didn't know what to say, he didn't really think they were looking at him to notice his feelings. Was he being really too obvious?

“I'm not-” he started, but was promptly interrupted.

“You are, traveler,” Gaming said with that soft smile that made Aether feel somehow guilty.

He had never felt so humiliated in his whole life. Aether looked away, incapable of meeting their eyes as he thought of something to say, but his brain couldn't form any coherent thoughts, too overwhelmed after being caught red-handed.

“It's not that hard to say you want tickles, is it?” Wanderer asked and Aether's eyes widened even more as he looked over at him, the warmth of his cheeks spreading down to his neck. Wanderer was looking at him with a grin. “Hit the nail, huh?”

“That's not-” he was interrupted again.

“So traveler wants to be tickled too?” Gaming asked with wide, excited eyes. “That's why he's upset? Let's tickle him then!”

“N-No! That's not what I want, you are- ahahahaha! Nohoho!” His sweet laughter filled the air as Gaming pounced on him, gently nudging him against the grass just like he did with Man Chai, and tickling his belly with both hands.

Aether laughed brightly, squirming and trying to push Gaming's hands away, but he was too weak, incapacitated by the tickles. And he didn't want it to stop either, at least not yet.

He felt a rush of happy sensations washing over him like a tidal wave. The heaviness of his heart dissipated as Gaming reassured him with kind words.

“Traveler, if you wanted to play too, you should've just said so!”

Aether whined, but a burst of laughter escaped his lips when fingers started to pinch and squeeze his hip bone. His laughter turned more frantic as he twisted from side to side.

“Oh poor thing,” Wanderer teased with a grin, his hand latched to Aether's hip. “Were you jealous because Gaming and I were talking and you were left out?”

Gaming gasped, “is that so, Traveler?!” he asked in genuine concern, making Aether flush even more. “I'm so sorry! Aaah, how could I be so disconsidered?!”

Wanderer chuckled, his other hand latching against Aether's other hip, making him shriek with laughter. “I guess we were very disconsidered, right?” He asked, half-joking and half-serious. “How could we ignore our host in his own home?”

“N-No! N-Nohoho! AHAHAHA, wahahait!” They were right, but Aether was also at fault and he knew it. There was no need for him to act like a kid, but he did and he knew he should apologize, but he couldn't at the moment.

He felt his heart fluttering, so embarrassingly happy that his two dear friends were making him laugh and validated, (in their own way), his feelings. He laughed brightly, barely trying to stop them as his hips and tummy were under attack.

Wanderer and Gaming chuckled softly, watching Aether squirm like a little worm under their tickling.

Gaming giggled softly. “Traveler truly is ticklish, who do you think is more ticklish, Wanderer?” He asked with a bright smile as if Aether wasn't losing his mind as Gaming's finger wiggled into his belly button.

Wanderer chuckled again, pinching Aether's hips in a way that was driving him crazy.

“That is a good question… I would say… Mini Durin is on the top,” he nodded with a grin.

“Don't be biased,” Gaming giggled playfully, his fingers wiggling and digging up towards Aether ribcage making him cackle and arch his back, his hands desperately trying to get hold of any of the four hands attacking his sensitive torso. “Traveler is clearly the most ticklish.”

Traveler was positively dying. Gaming was playing with every one of his ribs, rubbing them with his thumbs as if trying to polish them, viciously trying to get the best cackle out of Aether. To his horror, Wanderer had left his hips only to grab his wrists and pull them above his head, exposing his ultimate worst spot to their tickly fingers.

“NOHOT THEHERE!” He shrieked, although Wanderer was still fighting Aether's hands underneath his knees and Gaming was still pretty busy playing his ribs like some kind of instrument.

Wanderer chuckled at his plea and Gaming giggled softly. “What? Where? His armpits?” Wanderer nodded, finally pinning Aether hands with his knees while Aether shook his head, laughing frantically in anticipation.

“He's so ticklish there,” Wanderer commented almost too nonchalantly an Aether shrieked, arching his back as light fingers scribbled against the bare skin of his arms, his elbows causing him to giggle brightly.

“He's so ticklish everywhere, though!” Gaming laughed, slowly making his way up Aether's ribs until he was tickling that hypersensitive pair of ribs close to his pits and Aether was in stitches.

“He might be,” Wanderer said, his fingers tortuously walking towards Aether's underarms. “But he's the most ticklish right… here!”

Aether threw his head back with loud bouts of laughter as Wanderer poked the middle of his armpits, a single finger wiggling and digging into that deliciously ticklish nerve that always made him see stars. Soon after, more fingers joined into the tickle fest, not only Wanderer's, but also Gaming's who had reached that dreadful spot as well.

Four hands tickled his armpits. Wiggling, digging, poking, prodding and pinching into the soft, tender and so very unprotected spot.

Aether was nearly choking as he laughed into nearly insanity. Tears of mirth streamed down the sides of his face, snorts, squeals and cackles filling the fresh air. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, even though his legs were kicking desperately and he was pulling at his arms to free them, he felt happy and loved.

“His face is too red, shall we stop?” Gaming asked with a soft chuckle, seeing that cute expression in Aether's face.

“He can take a little more,” Wanderer said with a grin. “Right, traveler?”

Gaming was surprised by the soft nod, but Aether was squealing in delight by the promise of more tickles!

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #aether #wanderer #gaming #mini during #man chai #ticklish!aether #tickle fic #commissions #commission #mia's things

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sunnystars2023 · 4 months ago

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heyy,i love your writing! could you do pro hero!monoma dating headcanons?

Yes of course!!! I’m sorry it took so long I got burnt out but I’m back!

Pro-Dating

Synopsis: what it’s like dating ProHero!Neito Monoma!

Neito Monoma

-Neito as a Man is not to different from when he was in high school.

-He is very needy and wants to be with you at all times.

-He ends up feeling almost anxious with out you.

-He still is loud and extremely vocal about his opinions but he’s learned that sometimes Just sometimes that his opinions aren’t always needed but if it gets under his skin enough he’s gonna say something.

-JEALOUS JELLY BOY!

-He gets pretty insecure about himself and gets pretty jealous easily.

-It’s not that he doesn’t trust you he doesn’t trust the world. He think if you see someone who is better more available and less needy that you will go were the grass is greener.

-Neito Monoma is a fantastic listener when he wants to be now if he doesn’t wanna do it he won’t and will flip your words to suit his needs. He has a hard time saying no to you even when he wants to.

-This has caused a few accidents and arguments. He has gotten better but he still can get that way.

-He loves you with every inch on him. He would do MOSTLY anything for you.

-He is definitely a sweet talker and knows how to butter you up with words but he also knows how to comfort you as well.

-He’s not the greatest communicator but he’s working on it.

-The two of you hardly have time to see each other but when you do he is on you. Constantly he at least holds your hand. You keep him grounded.

-The media honestly eat it up!

-He LOVE LOVE LOVES being publicly yours.

-He likes that you are all his and everyone’s dream boat. It makes him feel special.

-He enjoys simple things with you like grabbing lunch during your break while he’s also on a break from paroling the town.

-On the hard days where he doesn’t feel good enough or feels insecure about his Hero Ranking knowing that your his partner makes him feel seen, supported, and appreciated.

-He is honestly far from perfect but he tries to be the best he can for you. He makes sure to make you feel special when he can and loves you endlessly.

-He needs you to be patient because he’s difficult and he knows it but you let it be known that he makes everything worth it.

🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟

Masterlist here

If you enjoy this please check out my other works and feel free to request something!!

#monoma neito #bnha #bnha boys x reader #mha boys x reader #mha #mha x reader #neito monoma x reader #neito monoma #mha neito #neito x reader #neitomonoma #bnha neito

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brainrotbee · 2 months ago

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Paynleand Promptfest Day 5: Flowers

"Just once, I would like to have a case where no one is trying to harm us," Edwin huffed as he ran down the winding country road.

"Where's the fun in that?" Charles replied, equally out of breath. He glanced behind him and his eyes widened. "Duck!" He nearly pushed Edwin to the ground in order to protect him from the arrow that whizzed above his head a moment later.

"Nice reflexes," he panted, pushing himself off the gravel. "I knew Viking spirits are usually violent but this seems unnatural." He looked behind him at the small cottage they'd mirror traveled to only five minutes earlier. Blokes with long beards and different cool-looking but deadly weapons were clambering their way out of the windows and the front door. "There seems to be something else at play here."

"Are they corrupted?" Charles asked. He paused to elbow a man who had caught up to them in the face. His helmet clanged as he fell to the ground.

"No. Their forms look far too solid."

"Territorial then?"

"That is what confuses me," Edwin said. The Vikings gang was getting closer. A spear flew over the boys' heads and landed in a field to their left. Whoever threw it gave a roar of anger. "The cottage was empty until we arrived and then they all appeared out of nowhere." He frowned in thought, though his stride never broke. "This case is quite baffling."

"Right," Charles said over someone screaming in Norse. "Let's worry about that once we get to safety."

"That sounds like-"

Edwin was cut off by a flash of red hair and the biggest battle axe Charles had ever seen. Its wielder sliced in between the two boys, nearly taking off Charles's arm. His face was slack and his eyes were glowing blue. They would definitely have to figure that out once they were done running for their afterlives.

Charles ducked as the Viking swung at him again. It was terrifying to fight a ghost five times his size but he had no other choice; he needed to protect Edwin. After a few more ducks and dodges, Charles managed to land pretty good punch. Unfortunately, it didn't phase the Viking one bit. Just as Charles was getting ready to accept his fate, black cords began wrapping themselves around the Viking's body and he fell to the ground, red-faced and cursing.

"Thanks, mate," Charles said, catching his breath. "New spell?"

"It's a variation of my normal binding one," Edwin explained, stepping over the Viking. "But I do not want to see how long it lasts."

"I'm with you there."

They took off running once again. Ghosts didn't seem like they should get tired but that wasn't the case at all. Charles felt like his legs had turned to jelly by the time he finally spotted a decent hiding place. He grabbed Edwin's hand and the two of them dove into a ditch, near the end of the road.

Charles leaned back on the grass. They hadn't had a case go that badly since Port Townsend. He scanned their surroundings to make sure that they were hidden well enough for the Vikings to pass right by them. Luckily, the wildflowers and grass was tall enough to cover them, as long as you weren't looking too hard. Flowers?

Charles reached out and plucked a cornflower out of the ground. There was something he'd supposed to remember about flowers, and Friday. Wasn't Friday a special day? Flowers, special day, Edwin...

"Oh," he said aloud. He pulled out another cornflower and handed it to Edwin. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Edwin stared at him in disbelief before taking the them. He shook his head a soft laugh escaped his lips. "Thank you." He tucked one into his breast pocket. "I hope you'll forgive me for not having a gift for you. It seems I am a bit occupied at the moment."

Charles grinned and they stood together. "How about once we sort out this mess, you and me go on a proper date, yeah?"

"I would love nothing more."

They shared one last smile before standing up to face the Viking horde.

#payneland promptfest #dead boy detectives #dbda #dbda fanfic #dead boy detective agency

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omentranslates · 3 months ago

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Trigun Stampede Chugai Grace Cafe Collaboration - I Translated Another Menu :3

Hey long time no Trigun on here! Some pictures from this collab were recently brought up in a server I'm in and reminded me that it existed so I thought I'd list out the menu here in English for anyone who wants to try and recreate these treats :D

I did this almost a year ago for the collab that was running at that time and it was much longer bc I literally just rewrote the entire website, but this time will ONLY be the menu since this one is like way over I think this was from 2023. Transcript starts under the cut as usual, just a flat rewrite of the menu text my own notes will be in parenthesis, happy gunning trigang idk

Dragonfly Grass Napolitan

napolitan with sausage and confetti vegetables

cheese shaped like Vash's sunglasses and a cracker

Punisher Black Curry

black curry

black sesame rice

confetti vegetables

leafy greens

punisher wafer (doesn't appear to be pictured, look up monaka (最中))

Partners' Parfait

desc: Double donuts like Vash's sunglasses, a cigare cookie sprinkled with bamboo charcoal powder and a pointy cone* top this parfait fit for two. (*could be read as either cone or corn, i put cone bc that's the shape but honestly i think it's probably just both since it looks like a corn chip. like that is a bugle.)

strawberries

strawberry syrup

mango chunks

mango whipped cream

mango sauce

vanilla ice cream

whipped cream (yes more (regular this time))

mint

Twins Cremet d'Anjou

desc: A desert plate of Cremet d'Anjou — Angel's Cream — in the image of twin brothers Vash and Knives

cremet d'anjou

strawberries

mango sauce

whipped cream

blue curaçao (does not say where or how)

powdered sugar

white chocolate shaped into angel wings

Orange Sunrise *Vash's Drink!! <3

orange juice

raspberry syrup

orange slices like Vash's sunglasses

Overdose Coke *Nicholas's Drink

cola

energy drink in the ampoules pipettes

Wing Apple Tea *Knives's Drink

apple tea

wing sliced apples

mint

Welcome Home *Special Drink

desc: nonalcoholic whiskey imitation drink

apple juice

whiskey flavoring (no further specification)

lime

Plant Soda

blue curaçao

mojito green jewel (this is like a jelly/jello that you can kind of see sitting at the bottom of the jar in the picture. it's a specific product look up mona jewel (モナジュエル) mojito green is the color)

sprite

ice ball

And that's all! The cups with character art are just lattes. Thanks for reading hope it's tasty ;3

#trigun #trigun stampede #english translation #yeah idk why only some of them have descriptions but fuck it we ball #Welcome Home being absolutely evil and Plant Soda being like lowkey genius all things balanced as usual #yknow i actually #i have 2 little standees from this collab. i have the little Vash and Wolfwood on my desk i see them every day.#so i really have no idea why it took me so long to remember this existed lmao #i guess i kinda forgot abt the cafe part I know i saw pictures of it when it was happening but tbh i dont think i ever saw the menu

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mortifesboy · 11 months ago

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WELCOME TO THE SHOP

wuthering waves centric but will post other medias —MASTERLIST — fem aligned /minors respectfully dni ꩜ if we are friends and you’re fem aligned it’s ok MASC ! reader blog — he/him — 20

i accept poly requests !

this blog is PRO-PALESTINE zionists and neutrals go home

MENU ꩜ make sure to be specific as multiple items are associated with multiple characters

TARO MILK TEA !: male! rover,sosei akabane, eren jaeger, gojo, childe,kars

BROWN SUGAR TEA LATTE ! : jiyan, shōgo aoshima, erwin smith, mahito, zhongli

GREEN TEA ! : aalto, chidori, porco galliard, sukuna, diluc,dio,

PASSION FRUIT TEA ! : mortife, zeke jaeger, toji, nuvillete , risotto nero,yami (black clover)

STRAWBERRY SMOOTHIE ! : scar, Jean kirschtine, takuma ino , tighnari , bruno,avdol

OREO SMOOTHIE ! : yuwanwu, geto, armin, abbacchio,jotaro,weather report

TERMINOLOGY

for here : top ! reader or character

To go : bottom ! reader or character

Disposable container : switch ! Reader or character

SIDES kinks (optional)

brown sugar boba : overstimulation

popping pearls : somnophilia

cheese foam : gangbang/bukkake can be charas from different media interacting with eachother

Aloe Vera : breeding

Egg pudding : praise

Star pearls : degradation

Coffee jelly : stepcest

Taro: nipple sucking

Grass jelly: yandere

Baisil seeds : cnc

Strawberries : omega verse

SUGAR LEVELS

0%: angst

50 % : fluff

100 % : smut

Special request: any character you may not see on here you can fill out a special request!! i have the right to deny a request especially if the character is a minor . I do not write scat, age play[but i will write for age REGRESSION which is NOT sexual ] , and race pla

Ordering example “hi can i please get a brown sugar tea latte (jiyan) , with alo vera , taro ,basil seeds, and 100% sugar for here(reader)? (Then specify what exactly you want happening )

Multiple characters: “ can i get a passion fruit tea ( mortife) w/ a Oreo smoothie(geto) ordering separate the Oreo smoothie has basil seeds, and star pearls) and to go (reader) while the passion fruit has aloe Vera also to go (mortife) (then specify)

requests always open but might take a while

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tradfolkpoll · 9 days ago

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round 1 matchups

round 1 matchups are listed under the cut. since there are so many, i can't make a bracket chart right now; i'll probably make one once we're down to 64 songs and they can all comfortably fit on a chart in a font size that you don't have to strain to read

i've been working on the railroad vs wreck of the six wheeler

all the pretty little horses vs gallows pole

omie wise vs virgin mary

jelly jelly vs green grow the lilacs

stewball vs rising of the moon

lily of the west vs rose of aberdeen

there is balm in gilead vs john hardy

erie canal vs mi y'malel

sept ans sur mer vs skip to my lou

hob ich a por oksen vs feuilles-o

the e-ri-e vs roll the old chariot

the cuckoo vs samson and delilah

santiana vs wild mountain thyme

blind man lay beside the way vs wind and rain

el cañutero vs haul away joe

old blue vs lauterbach

rock island line vs rye whiskey

motherless child vs black is the colour of my trule love's hair

roving gambler vs turtle dove

jesse james vs oh miss i have a very fine farm

down by the riverside vs blackest crow

arkansas traveler vs hold the fort

streets of laredo vs one morning in may

liza up a 'simmon tree vs st james infirmary

sloop john b vs we shall overcome

the crawdad song vs the wagoner's lad

cotton eyed joe vs foreman monroe

wade in the water vs wild goose grasses

go tell it on the mountain vs careless love

i bought me a cat vs sea lion woman

jubilee vs froggie went a-courting

single girl, married girl vs the bailiff's daughter of islington

go down moses vs little joe the wrangler

the water is wide vs go tell aunt rhodie

storms are on the ocean vs come along john

frankie vs roll jordan roll

captain kidd vs midnight special

worried man blues vs the chickens they are crowing

joshua fit the battle of jericho vs jam on jerry's rocks

did you feed my cow vs trail of tears

jane jane vs colorado trail

take this hammer vs long lonesome road

dink's song vs molasses

five nights drunk vs pay day

make me a pallet on your floor vs cape cod girls

john the revelator vs all her answers were no

engine 143 vs every time i feel the spirit

diamond joe vs call of the moose

michael, row the boat ashore vs farther along

buffalo gals vs boston come-all-ye

wayfaring stranger vs undone in sorrow

the unquiet grave vs the moonshiner

the longest train i ever saw vs banks of the ohio

shenandoah vs this little light of mine

how can i keep from singing vs i ride an old paint

little black train vs this train is bound for glory

the riddle song vs railroad bill

grey goose vs goin' down the road feelin' bad

when first unto this country vs cripple creek

pretty saro vs song of the boatman

cotton mill girls vs wildwood flower

fatal flower garden vs cumberland gap

twelve gates to the city vs git along little dogies

sliding delta vs darby ram

when johnny comes marching home vs down in the willow garden

down by the bay vs darling corey

oh freedom vs old chisholm trail

another man done gone vs deep blue sea

john brown's body vs matty groves

wabash cannonball vs ell corrido de gregorio cortez

the wild wild berry vs

down to the river to pray vs casey jones

tom dooley vs la delgadina

the old soldier vs cindy

the e-ri-e vs poor working girl

avondale mine disaster vs sun will never go down

greenland whale fisheries vs the dodger song

way down the old plank road vs railroad boy

lost jimmie whalen vs shady grove

watercresses vs remon

stagolee vs clementine

pay me my money down vs la rancherita

bulbe vs young hunting

little brown bulls vs we shall not be moved

i never will marry vs the dying soldier to his shipmates

golden vanity vs scarborough fair

bury me not on the lone prairie vs ox driver's song

little moses vs didn't my lord deliver daniel

what shall we do with the baby-o vs twelve gates to the city

handsome molly vs cigarettes will spoil your life

whisky johnny vs pretty polly

when the stars begin to fall vs solidarity forever

in the pines vs bootlegger's story

buffalo skinners vs siss net alli daag luschdich leewe

hallelujah, i'm a bum vs ain't it a shame

silver dagger vs bring me a little water, silvie

i'll fly away vs evil hearted blues

las posadas vs no more auction block

the diggers' song vs sitting on top of the world

green grass grows all around vs big rock candy mountain

corrina, corrina vs columbus stockade blues

hold on vs wreck of the old 97

old joe clark vs soon be over

follow the drinking gourd vs de colores

peggy-o vs house carpenter

springfield mountain vs the foggy dew

come all ye fair and tender ladies vs don't let your deal go down

johnny has gone for a soldier vs steal away

railroadin' some vs jan jansen

love is pleasing vs the devil's nine questions

lonesome valley vs we shall be free

geordie vs when i first came to this land

red river valley vs leatherwing bat

scandalize my name vs boll weevil

you are my sunshine vs down in the valley

audubon zoo vs poor paddy works on the railway

on top of old smokey vs the cherry tree carol

three ravens vs schpinn, schpinn

she baked a hoecake vs see that my grave is kept clean

barbara allen vs take a whiff on me

polly vaughn vs skip to my lou

nine pound hammer vs the wild wild berry

no hiding place vs deep river blues

hares on the mountain vs der rebbe elimelech

john henry vs jenny jenkins

didn't old john cross the water vs bury me beneath the willow

skin and bones vs the fox

knoxville girl vs house of the rising sun

mary don't you weep vs going across the mountain

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a-very-sparkly-nerd · 28 days ago

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I Couldn’t Utter My Love When it Counted (but i’m singing like a bird ’bout it now)

Chapter 3: I Can’t Help But Wonder What Your World Must Be

Harrow and Ezran feed the ducks. Ack, sorry this took me so long! I had some stuff drafted but my brain just wasn't braining, and then it did and I wrote a whole bunch, so… yay!

It was odd to be on the outside of council meetings. A lot less stressful, definitely, but still odd. Odd to not have the crown digging into his head, only contributing to his headache, odd to… everything.

He, Ezran, and Opeli had decided they would address the elephant in the room in a few weeks, once he'd readjusted to being a human. Discuss who would take the crown, titles, what messages would be sent to Xadia and the other kingdoms… Even thinking about that was its own ache, trying to pound itself out of his skull.

But it didn't mean he would stop being involved. He asked Ezran how every meeting went, helped him debrief and offered advice, only if asked.

Ezran found him outside the council office early one morning, sitting in a waiting room chair with a book. A fantasy one, the kind of book he'd never had time for before.

He started, but smiled warmly as he closed the door behind him. “Dad! What are you doing here?”

He stood up and set the book back on the accompanying table. “I wanted to spend time with you. If that's alright?”

Ezran was still, even as his grin split his face. “Of course it is. But we do spend time together, already?”

Harrow set his hand on his son's back, walking out into the sunny morning with him. The rain from overnight lingered in the air and the grass, like spring in the dead of summer. “Yes, but we discuss rather… heavy topics. I thought it would be nice for us to do something fun together. Get to know you again.”

Ez smiled, his lips parted for a long moment, like he was trying to decide on what to say, but settled on, “I was going to go feed the ducks with Zym. Bubbles and Bill just had the cutest hatchlings! We could do that?”

“We could get breakfast first, too. Jelly tarts, and bread for the ducks while we’re there?”

Ez glanced down. He wouldn't meet his gaze, but his voice didn't waver. “They prefer berries.”

Harrow did his best not to seem phased. Ezran had always had a special kind of connection with animals, after all. “Alright, then. Where can we get quality berries?”

continue on ao3!

#this chapter is like half the total wordcount lmao #harrow does the “whaaaaat?!” too and you cannot convince me otherwise #my fic #my writing #tdp fic #tdp harrow #tdp ezran #continuethesaga #giveusthesaga

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txtaetertots · 2 years ago

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HOPELESSLY DEVOTED 48: the promposal

[ synopsis ] you’re trying to get into your dream school. beomgyu’s just trying to pass a class. the only way to ensure you both get what you want is to work together. very closely.

[ notes ] it’s happening at last 🥹

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Tonight was the night.

YN had planned this night down to every last possible detail. From her outfit, the path they would take, the order in which they’d eat the picnic she prepared, to even which patch of grass they’d lay their blanket on. To say she was nervous was an understatement. If she could describe the way her palms were sweating and ears ringing, she’d say she was likely petrified.

Confessions aren’t the easiest things to do. You’re putting yourself in a vulnerable position by laying all your feelings and emotions down to someone and not knowing what reaction they would have was the scariest part. YN has been assured many times by her friends and members of the club that Beomgyu must have genuine feelings for her. No one could ignore the way his face lit up whenever she entered the room. Or, the way he’d smile like a lovesick fool as he watched her perform. He stuck beside her like gum at rehearsals. His feelings were obvious.

But, YN still had her doubts. She hasn’t experienced being in a relationship throughout high school. She wasn’t sure what signs to look for to determine whether or not someone liked her back. From the beginning, Beomgyu and her both stressed the fact that everything they did was part of the plan to get comfortable with acting as a couple on stage. And their plan worked beautifully. Everyone became obsessed with their dynamic both onstage and off. They had a connection anyone with sense could see.

So, when she was planning her daring promposal with Yunjin, she knew she wanted to pay homage to the place that started it all. The Han River.

Their first “date” was at the Han River, Beomgyu’s favorite place to take his dates. He always chose it because it allowed him to connect with the girls he was seeing. But, no one has ever come close to giving him the same feeling his ex-girlfriend Jieun gave him. Jieun was his first love and the first girl he bared his heart and soul to. Even though it’s been nearly over two years since they broke up, Beomgyu thought about her constantly. It wasn’t until he met YN did he begin to think about her less and less. Eventually, all he could think about was YN. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hair. Her skin. Her voice. Her perfume. Her.

Even at this moment as they walked side by side down the same path they took on their first “date”, all he could do was stare at her. Even when she pointed her phone camera at him, he was looking only at her. All he wanted to do was take in every last moment he had with her while he had the chance.

It wasn’t until they arrived at their destination did Beomgyu realize what was going on. He noticed the path they took, the patch of grass they set up on, and the outfit YN wore. It was just like their first date. He sat beside YN on the blanket, a wide grin on his face as he watched her set up the picnic she brought along.

“What’s all this?” He asked, tone full of wonder.

“I thought it would be really special if we recreated our first date as our last,” YN replied, displaying a shy smile as she tried to avoid looking at Beomgyu as she explained. “We barely knew each other then, but now, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. It’s like coming full circle, no?”

Beomgyu had an expression of utter amazement on his face. She put so much effort into this final “date”. He was touched she went through all this trouble for them. It made the moment even sweeter.

They ate the picnic spread, enjoying laughs and deep conversation. There were a lot of things Beomgyu loved about YN. But, her laughter was one of the best. Knowing she was happy made him feel better about everything that’s been going on the last few weeks. Even though he was miserable trying to figure out what to do about his heart, it brought him peace of mind knowing she was doing just fine.

“So, did you enjoy being a drama kid these last two months?” YN asked, happily popping a grape in her mouth. Beomgyu huffed a laugh, leaning back on his hands on the blanket. He thought for a moment before turning his head to look at YN facing him, legs crossed and the container of grapes in her lap.

“I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would,” he confessed, gaze lingering on the slight blush spreading across YN’s cheeks.

“Uhm,” YN cleared her throat, brushing off her palms before reaching into her picnic bag for the last item she prepared. Beomgyu sat up straight, adjusting his body to face her. She pulled out a green bento box like the kind she always brought for their lunch sessions.

Her fingers fiddled with the lid, hands shaking slightly as she placed the box on her lap. She looked up at Beomgyu, curiosity painted his face. “I brought you something special,” she said.

Beomgyu smiled, taking the box from her hands and holding it in his own lap. He gently propped open the lid, the smile on his face faded as he looked at the contents of the bento.

Four pieces of kimbap lined up; and, on each, a piece of seaweed lettering cutout and placed to spell: PROM?

He looked up at her, eyes wide. YN could feel her chest begin to cave in on itself, the nerves too much to cope with. She took a deep breath, hands reaching down to grip the blanket for some kind of support. It was now or never.

“Ah, I, I uhm,” YN stuttered. Beomgyu reached out, grabbing her hand from the blanket and held it in his own. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, trying to relax her. She gripped his hand, taking one last deep breath before finally coming clean.

“Beomie, I like you,” She confessed, locking eyes with him. “I wasn’t sure whether or not this was just a proximity thing or if I was just too far into this whole situation we’re in. But, now I’m sure. I’m sure that once this is all over, I still want to be close to you. I still want to talk to you and see you like how I do now. I really like you, Choi Beomgyu.”

No turning back. YN fought the urge to run away before hearing what he had to say. The uncertainty in his expression was scary, and she didn’t know what he was thinking.

“Prom is the next big school event after the spring production,” she continued. “It’s a good chance for us to be together and figure out if this is worth pursuing. But, honestly, I think I already know it is.”

Beomgyu remained silent. His shock rendered him speechless. He tried to process everything at once. Now he knows YN feels the same. She’s asking him to prom. She wants to pursue what they could have together, just like him. She wants to be with him the way he wants to be with her. It couldn’t have been made easier for him to decide what to do.

YN anxiously awaited his response, her face hot from the blush. His silence felt like an eternity although it was less than a minute. Within that minute, the mere sound of the river waves and people conversing around them only amplified YN’s uneasiness. But, as Beomgyu adjusted himself, parting his lips slightly, she felt her hope start to flourish. She couldn’t help the way her smile widened, anticipating the answer she had imagined receiving all week.

“YN,” He said softly. His grip on her hand slowly released. “We can’t.”

Her smile dropped almost in an instant. The color from her face draining, gaze falling down to the bento in Beomgyu’s lap. Her vision became hazy as tears began pooling at the brim of her eyes. The sting took her attention off the sound of her own heart-shattering.

“I’m so sorry,” Beomgyu practically whispered. “But, we’re just… not compatible.”

He couldn’t stop thinking about what Yeonjun told him. He was right and Beomgyu hated it. YN’s future was bright, and she couldn’t possibly get to where she belonged if Beomgyu was in her way. He decided there was just no room for him in her future. He thought it would hurt less to follow through with his original plan of stopping things before they manifested into something greater. But, what he didn’t expect was YN taking the leap to ask him to prom and confess. And, as he watched the tears streaming down YN’s face, Beomgyu felt a pain he could barely fight through.

This wasn’t the response YN had been anticipating. Everyone around her had been so sure that Beomgyu felt the same, and she even though she had her doubts, she started to think just maybe it was true. But here she was, sitting in front of him with tears in her eyes as he rejected her promposal in the most gentle way he could. Even then, he was doing his best to be so incredibly kind and attentive to her. And somehow, that just hurt more.

“No, I’m sorry,” YN choked out, wiping her face with her palms. “I should’ve known better than to buy into the act we were putting up. How embarrassing.”

YN tried to laugh it off through sniffles, but the tears just kept coming.

“Wait, YN, that’s not what I meant,” Beomgyu puled. He pushed aside the bento box, trying to reach out to her. But, YN held her hands up, stopping him. She shook her head and began collecting her things.

“It’s okay, Beomgyu, you don’t have to explain,” She sniffled, avoiding eye contact as she got herself up on her feet. “Let’s just leave it at this.”

Beomgyu winced, hearing her refer to him by his full name in that tone. “Where are you going?” His voice was desperate, arm still reaching out to her, hoping she wouldn’t go.

“I think it’s time to call it a night,” She sighed, wiping her last tear. “I’ll see you at opening night. Good luck.”

She walked away, leaving Beomgyu on the blanket alone. He fought back his own tears as he watched her go. There was just no other way this could have ended. It was good it ended. Wasn’t it? This way she can go to New York without worry like she originally planned. This way the distance wouldn’t distract her the way it would him. This way she could focus on her career, reaching the stage she was meant to be on. This way… Beomgyu wouldn’t have to say goodbye to her the way he had to say goodbye to Jieun.

[ note 2 ] i am so sawry

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