#I know exactly what’s gonna go on at the inn but I can’t do the fucking car ride because they’re always so empty yet full of chaos

[cleocatrablossy]

What if I told you that once I figure out how the fuck to have 5 hours of driving pass the next thing in the road-trip au will be posted?

[writingwhimsey]

This request came in via DM from @vegecatto. Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this one! Especialy since you picked my faves! So glad we share some faves haha!

It is my final request in my 400 follower celebration (there are a couple of anon requests that weren't fully in line with the rules of this event, but I will answer them separately from this event later).

400 Follower Celebration

Smut prompt: Suitor reacts to mc/reader teasing them in public

Suitors: ikesen Motonari, Nobunaga, & Shingen

NSFW 18+ content (though not explicit really, more suggestive)

Motonari

Motonari was always teasing you and making you go red-faced. It never mattered to him where you were or who was around. He LOVED getting a reaction out of you. You always protested it, but you both knew you loved it, you would just never admit it aloud. Just once though, you wanted him to know how it felt. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. So you devised a plan.

You go out with Motonari on a date in the next port you arrive in. All dolled up in a special dress from the west you had picked up on your travels (and modified). The dress was much more revealing than your usual kimono. Showing off cleavage, a bit of leg, and more of your arms.

“What d’ya think yer wearin’?” He asks, his red eyes wide.

“Just that pretty dress you bought for me.” You answer with a grin as you move to lace your fingers with his gloved ones. “Now come on pirate boy, show me around town. We’ve got lots to see.”

As you two walk around the town, you decide to be a bit more flirty and handsy with Motonari, as he usually is with you. While looking through the shops of the port town, you casually brush against him. Even pinch his ass a time or two. You find reasons to bend over low in front of him. You watch him grow increasingly more frustrated as your day goes on, but he’s a stubborn one. He knew what you were up to the moment you stepped off the ship in that revealing dress. He’s doing his best not to give in.

While sitting at a tea house together, though Motonari is eating and drinking nothing, you can’t help but to try to fluster your handsome pirate again. As you sit beside him, you reach a hand over to his thigh, fingertips tracing lazy patterns up his leg, getting ever closer to what appears to be a growing bulge, though staying just shy of it.

Motonari’s cheeks are red and he lets out a groan. “That’s it. I can’t take yer teasin’ anymore.”

The next thing you know, he’s leaving money on the table and then picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He carries you to the closest inn and gets a room where he throws you down on the bed and quickly climbs atop you. “I’m gonna pay ya back fer all o’ that, flower girl. You better be prepared to handle the consequences of yer actions.”

You grin as he kisses you and roughly begins removing your clothes. This is exactly where you wanted to be…and you enjoy the “consequences” as Motonari teases you and pounds you into the mattress.

Nobunaga

Nobunaga is never afraid to say whatever is on his mind. It doesn’t matter to him who is around or if you are in the middle of the council or a banquet. He will keep you close during those times and he will give you little teasing touches. It usually results in some jokes and comments…mostly from Masamune and Mitsuhide…and the awkward cough and light reprimand from Hideyoshi.

You decide that Nobunaga needs to learn what it’s like for you when this happens. So, you make it your mission to make his face red in the middle of a banquet. You always sit next to him. It makes it easier for him to tease you, but tonight, YOU will be doing the teasing. You offer to refill his cup, making sure that you find ways to brush against him as you do.

You “drop” things as an excuse to bend over in front of him and find many reasons to give him teasing touches.

“You’re being rather bold tonight.” Nobunaga tells you, an amused smile on his face.

You feign innocence. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

Nobunaga chuckles. He is clearly enjoying this and can’t wait to see how far you’ll take it. He can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.

You decide to up the ante a bit and lean your head against him as you sip your sake. You pull the collar of your kimono open slightly and start fanning yourself. “It’s a bit warm tonight.” You say.

Nobunaga’s eyes are on you. He pauses with his sake cup held midway between his tray and his lips. “You have taken this too far.” He murmurs before putting his cup down. “It is time we bid you all goodnight.” He declares to the room as he stands up, taking your hand and pulling you up with him.

Whistles and laughter from the others follow you as Nobunaga makes a hasty exit with you. He pulls you into a secluded hallway, your shared room being too far of a distance as far as he is concerned, and pushes you against a wall.

“My lucky charm has decided to test me greatly.” He says before diving in and capturing your lips. His hands work their way under your clothes, fingers reminding you who claimed your body and heart so long ago. He takes you right there in the hall against the wall three times before you two make it back to your room, where he spends the night teasing you and making you writhe in pleasure.

Shingen

Shingen is always so affectionate with you. Giving you sweet kisses and caresses, holding your hand. He finds excuses to touch you. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Wiping some sweet syrup off of your cheek while you two are enjoying a snack. Though he never really takes it too far and you really can’t complain about his affection. But there is a part of you that wants to drive him absolutely wild. You want to see what limits you can push with him. So you decide to experiment.

First you start by popping in with the maids during councils Shingen is attending. You insist on serving him the meals, making sure your hand brushes his. You wear your kimono in a slightly loosened way so that when you kneel down to place the tray in front of him, the collar opens a bit, exposing your cleavage. You give him a coy smile before walking away.

After his councils have concluded, there is a banquet and you happily attend it with him. As soon as you walk in you make your way over to Shingen and plop down in his lap. His gray eyes widen a moment, but he smiles warmly at you, wrapping his arms around you.

“My goddess is feeling bold tonight.” He says before kissing you on the forehead.

Yukimura is grumbling and red-faced just watching the two of you.

During the banquet, you stay in Shingen’s lap, making sure you wiggle a little bit more than you normally would. You touch him more, a hand on his arm or chest, nuzzling against his neck… tucking his hair behind his ear as he does to you. Shingen is eating it up! He is LOVING this SO MUCH.

Though he does eventually reach his limit when you lift the hem of your kimono up slightly, revealing more of your legs than normal. He scoops you up into his arms and stands effortlessly. “Goodnight everyone and enjoy the banquet.” He declares as he carries you out and to your room.

Once there, he is sitting down and holding you in his lap once again. Though he turns you to face him so that you are straddling him. He lifts a hand to caress your cheek. “Have I not been paying enough attention to you, my goddess?” He asks just before capturing your lips with his. He spends the rest of the evening giving you ALL of his attention by paying special attention to every sensitive place of your body and making you cry out in pure ecstasy.

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[zeivira]

no rest for the wicked...

pls more

this shit is hilarious

like what are the others thoughts on this "illness" like garfiel, we've seen a bit of otto but i want more of him cuz he's best boi.

i imagine him going on full mama/big bro mood lmao

also that ficrec abt the crack fic by scissors? LMAO thx my parents knew im awake at 3am

point is

i like you now

so im gonna stalk- ahem- stick to you like a leach 🥺🌹

feed me more

The Cap’n's rule about everyone being strictly forbidden from watching him sleep—something about Garfiel being exactly like Rem but without pretty girl privilege—never actually stops the members of the camp from keeping an eye on him while the Cap’n's rests. 

The camp is nothing if not resourceful, and it’s not like they need to be inside the room when he’s sleeping to make sure he stays safe. Waiting a few feet away from the only entrance is just as effective. 

That's why when Garfiel smells a person approaching the Cap’n's room, during a time he knows he is asleep—they spent the last few days traveling to Pristella, like Hoshin traveled the desert to Banan after all—he rushes into the hallway and grabs the visitor's wrist right before it gets to knock at the Cap’n's door. 

"—the hell do ya think yer doin’?" Only after he finishes talking, under the dim hallway light of the mansion-like inn, he takes notice of the visitor's red, flame-like hair. A sharp horror, the one he had felt hours flooded through his entire body, as he realized whose wrist he grabbed. 

For a second, all is still. 

"Hello again, Sir Garfiel," the Sword Saint greets him, smiling as if they were pals and he hadn't evaded Garfiel’s senses and stopped his punch with a casual block a couple hours before. As if he weren’t the main obstacle between Garfiel and the title of Strongest. "I apologize if my presence alerted you, but all I wish to do is talk to Subaru." 

"W-well isn’ that convenient.  Anythin’ ya might need ta tell the Cap’n, ya can tell my amazin’ self instead." Big fat lie. There is a reason why the Cap’n is the Cap’n despite being borderline comatose and apparently not that much older than him. But Garfiel can’t trust anyone stronger than him, and as much as he hates himself for it…

The difference between him and Reinhard van Astrea is like a newborn Earth dragon and the Divine Dragon themself. 

His mere presence makes Garfiel's rawest instincts scream—tell him to either fight-or-flight. Garfiel doesn't want to be anywhere close to Reinhard, but much less he wants Reinhard anywhere close to the Cap’n when he sleeps. At least not until Garfiel proves himself a stronger shield than Reinhard. 

Even if the Cap’n is not defenseless—at least, not usually— he is useless while he isn't awake. And that means Galfield has to fight for both of them.

"I see," Reinhard's lips tilt downwards. "I do not mean disrespect, but what I would like to discuss would be related to something personal, unrelated to our respective camps..." 

Right. Garfield's eyebrow twitches. Right. The Cap’n said they were friends. 

"...the Cap’n's asleep," his voice sounds hoarse even to his ears. Maybe if he makes his tone drier than the Augura Sand Dunes, he can get Reinhard to give up and leave?

Reinhard's eyes widen. "Is that so. From what I gathered he mostly slept during the night." 

Garfield scowls. Of course the Sword Saint knew that much. "The Cap’n does, but he couldn' sleep during the trip, as we moved without pause, just like the Emperor of the Briar who never knew rest," Garfield crosses his arms. "So he is sleeping now and won't wake up in a while." 

"I see..." Reinhard says, and an uncomfortable silence falls between them. His gaze felt so heavy that if Garfiel moved carelessly, he wouldn’t know what his fate would b— "I wanted to ask about my father, actually—” Reinhard spoke up, breaking the silence. “I heard there were some issues close to Lady Priscilla's domain that involved Subaru and him." 

It takes Garfield a second to realize what he is talking about. His joy over learning the one and only Sword Saint's father was joining Emilia's camp to help Subaru stop the Argyle healer evaporated the moment his eyes actually lied on the man. After a couple days he just became Old Man, a skilled drunkard with a sob story, rather than a member of the family his mother used to read him stories about. 

"Issues,” Garfield snorts at Reinhard’s choice of word. “Tha's one way of sayin’ it." He makes a face. "Yeah, I was there too. The Old Man made us go lookin’ for a stupid chalice with the power to cure all sickness, but in the end it's only power w’s turning water into booze. Big ass let down." 

Reinhard’s shoulders sag. "So that’s what happened…” Reinhard’s eyes finally looked past Garfiel and looked at the still closed door, an unreadable thought reflected in them. “...I am glad father was with Subaru and you nonetheless. I can't imagine him taking another disappointment well..." 

How could any member of the group that went after the dumb cup not be disappointed? The chalice would have been able to cure not only the Old Man’s wife, but the Cap’n too. As the camp’s shield it’s his duty to protect everyone from everything—including hereditary diseases. When the Old Man mentioned the rumors, he was the first to tell Emilia they absolutely needed to go.

Still— the entire conversation leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The Cap’n was already carrying enough on his shoulder, with being the Hero that defeated the Archbishop of Sloth, the White Whale and the Great Rabbit— did he really need to trouble himself with family drama when the man ain’t even dead? “Why?” 

Reinhard blinks. “Well, it has been many years—” 

“—no, not that.” Garfiel’s scowl grows. “Why do ya need to imagine it? Yar dad’s alive, you could ask him.”

Reinhard just stares, before a bitter smile covers his lips. “Although true, my father doesn’t enjoy my company, so I wouldn’t like to impose myself when unnecessary.” 

But he is alive, is what he wants to say. “My mom’s dead,” is what he says instead. Because damn— he saw the Old Man, the even Older Man and him talk during dinner and how Ottobro almost lost his head trying to stop Old and Older from killing each other, right before Priscilla arrived saying this was the most amusing shitshow she had seen in weeks. The Old Man genuinely didn’t want to be with Reinhard and his dad.

But he is alive. All three of them are. They can talk. While Garfiel's mom is dead and gone and he can't tell her how much he loves her. "Just because your father is with us, and the Cap’n is strong enough to carry the weight of yar family drama, doesn't mean he should."

Reinhard's eyes widen again. "I—" 

"The Cap’n sleeps longer when he overworks himself," Garfield cuts, his words stronger than any punch he ever did. 

And Reinhard's mouth shuts with an audible click, expression shifting into one of horror— as it should. 

"He carries everyone's problems on his back— no matter how tired he is...!" He clenches his fists. "The Cap’n is so cool, cooler than the Sage and Reid! But precisely because he is like that is that we need to push ourselves harder. Be the people the Cap’n wants us to be, even if he is too shy to tell us. Because— because...!" 

“—will you two please SHUT UP?!" The Cap’n's door parts open with a bang, and the Cap’n appears in the doorway, rubbing his eyes while scowling. “Some of us are actually trying to sleep around here!”

Garfiel rushes back to his room only minutes later, but also doesn't miss Reinhard walking in direction to the Old Man's room rather than the hallway he originally came from.

beta read by @daemonerik

[jinkicake]

~ ♡ Hate That I Love You ♡ ~

(( Day #6 )) Scaramouche, Xiao, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: I wanted to write enemies to lovers so bad i love a mean!character.... it kinda went yandere maybe? that makes it better!! ((after editing... why do i kinda want to add more like,,, i love mean!characters and their soft spots...))

[[also my sweet anon who asked for another arranged marriage im gonna try to post it tmrrrrr maybeeee-]]

WC -  1,706

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Scaramouche

“What are you wearing?”

Scaramouche’s voice is filled to the brim with disgust as he mockingly scoffs down at you, you’re a fool.

“You look ridiculous.” Despite the scrunch of his nose and the bright hatred burning in his eyes, his irritation is the polar opposite of the swirl of desire in his stomach.

He can’t help but run his eyes along your bare legs, greedily zoning in on your soft thighs. Why are you wearing such a revealing outfit? He hates it.

“Thanks,” You spit back with just as much frustration and annoyance, you dislike it just as much as him as the material on your skin burns. “I don’t want to be wearing it either but someone has to seduce the head of the Kujou clan.”

“What?” Scaramouche now sounds dangerous, more so than normal but you ignore it altogether.

“Were you asleep during the last meeting? Once we get the Tenryou under our control, the delusion factory can continue production without any suspicion.” You roll your eyes at him through your mirror, sneering at his hard expression, as you pull all of your hair into your fists. “Should I keep my hair up or down, what do they like in Inazuma?”

As you fumble with your hair, Scaramouche heads further into your room. He slowly walks behind you and does not go unnoticed through your mirror.

The puppet thought that with Pierro sending the two of you on a joint mission to Inazuma that he would finally get a break from the rest of the Harbingers. Scaramouche planned to ditch the efforts halfway through but now, as he looks at you, he can’t think about anything other than stopping this ridiculous plan.

“You’ll never be able to seduce a man like this,” He hisses and roughly slams both of his palms against your vanity, essentially locking you in under his broad form. Scaramouche nearly begins to shake, his lies choke him by his throat. The worst part of your ‘seduction tactics’ is that you don’t even know how powerful they are.

“Right,” You laugh and wave him off with the back of your hand before running your fingers along the various products on your desk. Your earring is right beneath your touch, almost in your grasp but then Scaramouche grabs you.

He cups your jaw with a rough hand and grabs your wrist, effortlessly pinning it to your table.

“Look at you,” He murmurs lowly into your ear, staring at your annoyed expression in the mirror. With the close proximity, he doesn’t hesitate to take a deep breath of your floral shampoo. The smell is intoxicating. “you couldn’t even if you tried.”

“Well, the Jester thinks I could.” You snap and it makes the man behind you grit his teeth, you know exactly what buttons of his to push. It becomes a daily thing to push his limits past his breaking point. “I’ll come back to you untouched, I promise."

The gentle smile on your lips, teasing him with a subtle upturn, makes Scaramouche drop his hands. He rips his touch off of you like you’re made of burning glass.

“As if I want you.” No amount of grit teeth or annoyance can make you ignorant of his lie.

You continue to place your earring in as he stomps his way out of your room.

“Hmm, I know that you do.”

Xiao

“I had nowhere else to go.”

To say Xiao is shocked by your presence would be an understatement, he’s completely frozen in place almost as if he is a statue on the roof of the Wagshuu Inn. You’ve finally found him and sought him out on your own despite all of your differences. He’s astonished but, doesn’t let it show on his face.

“I know that you don’t like me but, I need your help.” The vulnerability in your eyes does not cover the irritation pinching your skin, your lips are curled upwards as you try to fight back a sneer and there’s a slight twitch in your brow. Xiao continues to remain silent, merely observing you, and you take that as a sign to explain further. “There’s a group of Hilichurls that have made a camp on the road back to my house. I would have gone around them but, there were two Ruin Hunters on either side of the path.”

“Why not ask Ganyu?” He finally speaks, voice low and quiet as he brings up your coworker. You stubbornly bite the inside of your cheek and turn your face away from him.

“I’m not going to bother her on the one night she is able to get some rest.” Your tone is dangerous, malicious even, and Xiao thinks that if your strength rivaled your hatred for him then maybe you would have been able to get rid of those monsters yourself.

But, despite it all, he’d rather you not fight. A pathetic mortal being, a human, could never do the work of an adeptus. He has made that perfectly clear to you time and time again.

“Fine.” In a flash, he is before on you the balcony and holding out a strong hand. You look at it, look at him with uncertainty but place your fingers over his own nonetheless. Xiao scoffs at your sudden timidness before engulfing your wrist in a strong gloved hand. Before you know it, the two of you are in front of the dirt path that leads to your house.

The adeptus keeps a strong grip on you as you stabilize yourself on the ground, still not used at all to teleportation. He guides you to a tree far enough away from the chaos that you would not get hurt by him or the monsters, and forces you to sit down by the base of the overflowing wooden limbs.

“Wait here.”

You don’t bother to watch as he slaughters the beings, the sounding clunks of metal falling to the ground and screeches of surprise do not phase you. As someone who monitors and works alongside the adeptus under the Liyue Qixing, this chaos is nothing new.

Xiao returns to you in less than a minute, looking as indifferent as before.

“It is done.”

You bite down on your tongue to hold back any snarky remarks, you need the break to think of a way to properly thank him.

“Thank you,” The phrase of gratitude is a start and Xiao helps you up back onto your feet with a strong hand. You give him a gentle bow of your head, looking him in the eyes for once as you flash him a genuine smile. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

Xiao blinks at you before tightly swallowing. Something shifts in his features, you see it but then, he hides it all behind his mask.

“I’ll walk you home.”

Zhongli

“I do not need his help nor will I ask for it.” Under your angry expression, Ganyu nearly flinches.

“(Y/N)-”

“Why would I ask the man who ditched his status as a god to live among the mortals? As if I would ever reach out to him and ask for help when he is the entire reason I am in trouble in the first place!” You don’t listen to what else Ganyu has to say, you’ve made up your mind and leave her behind at the Yujing Terrace.

You’ll die before you let the mortal help you, you absolutely refuse.

The world will heal that way, life will be balanced since you were supposed to die thousands of years ago. For whatever reason that god saved you and forced you to a life of violence and bloodshed under his contract, you’ll never understand. Had he not saved you, you wouldn’t be in this position. You would have rather your life end early than fight until your last breath.

“This is ridiculous,” You murmur lowly as you stare at the scenery now before you. Beneath the Huaguang Stone Forest, it seems that every common enemy known to man is present. There are too many Ruin Guards to count and for each handful, there is another Ruin Grader towering over them. Hilicurls roam underneath them, rummaging for food as the Mitacurls rest with axes and shields by their sides. “why do I have to do this?”

Hostile beings or not, you would rather not slaughter them but, each night their numbers keep growing. A handful of weeks ago it was three Ruin Guards and now there are at least thirty. Each and every single one of them has a duty to fulfill just as you do.

It becomes painfully clear as the need to protect Liyue grows stronger in your gut, your weapon appearing in your hand out of thin air. You’re led by a contract, signed by Morax, to slaughter until the light in your life gives out.

You hate him for it.

“Do not attempt to fight all of those creatures,” Zhongli announces his presence behind you with his voice, controlled and calm. Somehow, he appeared without you knowing. You nearly drop your weapon in annoyance but, remain still and silent. “I heard from Ganyu that you were facing troubles.”

“It’s none of your business.” You murmur back and Zhongli combats this by placing one of his strong hands on your shoulder.

“Is it not?” He asks and steps closer, nearly over top of you as he stares down at your hard expression. “I take care of my friends.”

“We are not friends.”

“That’s right, isn’t it?” Zhongli brushes his finger over your cheek and you instantly flinch away from the touch. His strong grip only grows firmer to keep you still, finger now brushing under your jaw. “Regardless of what we are, I take care of my Adepti.”

“I don’t need you to take care of me, I don’t want you to.” You glance over your shoulder to face him with cold eyes and, it doesn’t phase Zhongli in the slightest. He lowers his face slightly before angling his gaze to your own.

“I will always take care of you. You will live until I can let you go, my gem.”

You despise the insatiable obsession he harbors for you.

2023/02/11 ♡

[sheikahwarriork]

prompt for childhood enemies dimileth!!!

When Byleth was 6 years old, and Jeralt left her in the care of an inkeeper while he was doing merc jobs, a traveling caravan of rich people arrived to the inn, and she heard an ugly rich bowlcut blonde baby say his dad was the strongest and could beat anybody's dad and she choose violence.

Someone had to put the bowlcut in his place and make him understand Jeralt was the strongest.

Dimitri didn't want to fight back for his crest until Byleth called him a wussy... which is a word the mercs used around her and she didn't know what it meant.

(she fondly recalls this story as the first time she won a fight)

(dimitri still has bite scars from the incident and was very scared of girls for a long time)

(gustave was worried sick a commoner kid got the crown prince rabbies)

(they haven't connected the dots)

(This is the same anon who hates Dimitri's hair)

(hello dear dimitri's hair hater anon, i loved this prompt a lot! i changed some little points in the narration, but the main plotis the one you wrote. i really hope you'll like this :3)

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Byleth was extremely bored. Jeralt— no, he said to call him dad— Dad ­­went to do some cool mercenary stuff he said were 'too dangerous' for Byleth to attend. How silly! She was perfectly capable of taking care of enemies. She had the best teacher in the world, after all; the Blade Breaker’s abilities were well known along all Fodlan.

Of course, she was still only six, while her father was… How many years old was Jeralt again? She realised she didn’t know exactly. Probably the same age all dads were. Like three-hundred years old or something like that.

Byleth frowned. Did she need to wait three-hundred years to become as powerful as Jeralt? No, it was too far away from now! The little girl stood up. She needed to go training now.

She went out the little inn where Jeralt— Dad left her some days ago, heading for that nice spot she found out the day before to train with her new super powerful sword. (Well, wood sword. After the last time Byleth tried to train by herself, she almost chopped her own leg, so Jeralt took precautions by giving her a weapon that 'woudn’t hurt his precious little girl'. How melodramatic! But he chose it precisely for her. It was special. She wasn’t gonna break it!)

Her wandering gaze stopped when she noticed some people a few meters from her. She frowned. A tall guy with dark hair and a younger blonde boy with an ugly bowlcut were talking under a tree, the very tree of her perfect nice training spot.

She frowned again. As people said, Byleth wasn’t… the best at social interactions. She didn’t like talking to people, especially strangers. And she hated when she had to. Like this moment. She needed those two to get out of her new special training spot. She needed to train! To become more powerful! Like, right now!

The urge to train was bigger than her despise for talking to strangers, so she got closer to the tree, holding hard her sword. Byleth repeated in her mind Jeralt— Dad’s lessons about how ‘not to be too scary with other people’. She had to act nice.

“Hi. Get out of my training spot”.

A greeting! Super nice. ‘Good job, me’, she thought, pleased with herself.

The taller boy looked at her with surprise, but his expression quickly changed in a smile. “Hello, you fellow warrior”, he said in a condescending tone, winking.

Ugh. That was one of the thing Byleth hated the most: grown-ups treating her like she was just a little child!

“Get out, I said! I need to train”, she said, pointing at her sword.

Bowlcut boy frowned. “But you’re too young to train by your own!”

“What?!” Byleth exclaimed to him, annoyed.

“Yes! My dad says children shouldn’t fight until they grow up. And you look almost my age! So, you can’t train”, Bowlcut boy explained, nodding.

Byleth crossed her arms. “It doesn’t make sense! My dad helps me train since I was… younger than you!”

Bowlcut boy looked troubled. “Why does you dad train you?”

“Because I want to become strong, and he’s the strongest mercenary of all Fodlan!”, Byleth said with a hint of pride.

Now Bowlcut boy looked annoyed. “That’s not true! My dad is the strongest one! Glenn, tell her!” he added, looking at the taller annoying guy.

Tall-annoying guy was watching at them holding a hand over his mouth as if he wanted to hide it, slightly shaking. Then he proceeded to burst into laughter, hitting the ground with his fist, without saying a thing.

Byleth frowned. What a weird guy.

Bowlcut boy frowned too, but apparently he decided to let the matter drop, as he looked at Byleth again. “My dad is stronger! He has big muscles, and he’s the only one that can use a super uper big powerful spear!” Then he looked down at Tall-annoying guy, who was still on the floor. “Glenn! Tell her!”

The guy tried to stop laughing, but miserably failed. “So… sorry, Dimitri… you’ll have to… deal with her yourself… PUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Byleth crossed her arms; then, she got an idea. “Let’s settle this with a fight. However wins, has the strongest dad!”

Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened. “N… no! I can’t! I’ll hurt you!”

Byleth was really annoyed now: how dared that little brat imply he could beat her?!

She lifted her sword, pointing at Bowlcut boy. “Prepare yourself!”

“Oh, fuck!” Tall-annoying guy stopped laughing and stood up between them. “Ok, party’s over. Let’s try to get along, shall we?”

Bowlcut boy sighed in relief. Byleth sticked her tongue out, looking at him. “Your dad’s just a… wussy!”

Byleth really liked the word ‘wussy’. The way it sounded was funny. She didn’t exactly know the meaning, but Jeralt’s mercenaries often used it when someone was arguing (usually when drinking that weird ‘grown-ups fruit juice’) with some other of the band, getting the latter very angry. And Byleth wanted to make Bowlcut boy angry.

And she succeded! Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened, and he proceeded to run towards her. Byleth was ready, and promptly dodged the boy. She grabbed his arm, and sinked her teeth in it.

The boy screamed in pain until Tall-annoying boy managed to pull him away. “Shit shit shit! What the hell is wrong with you two?!” he said in a high-pitched tone. Bowlcut boy started crying.

‘Pathetic’, Byleth thought.

“Okay, little girl, we’re leaving, but promise me you’ll stay away from Dimitri!” Tall-annoying guy said, while taking Bowlcut boy in his arms. “We’re leaving soon anyway, so forget about this and do not tell anyone!” he added, going inside the inn, without waiting for Byleth to respond. “Shit! I did tell Gustave I’m not a good babysitter…” she heard him muttering, while Bowlcut boy was still crying.

She looked at the now closed door for a few seconds more, then turned around. “Okay. Melee training for day: done. I should practice with my sword now…”

“You did what?!” Jeralt—Dad screamed in shock.

Byleth crossed her arms. “I bit him, I told you! He was saying some crap about you!”

Dad looked at her in disbelief, and then bursted into laughter.

‘Why is everyone laughing at me today?!’

“You… you bit him… you bit the… freaking… AHAHAHAHAHA!” Dad was laughing so hard he didn’t finish the phrase.

Byleth shrugged, deciding to let him be. ‘It’s not like I’m gonna ever see Bowlcut boy again…’

15 years later

Byleth didn’t know if she was getting better at reading people, or if Jeralt was acting strange more than usual. Since she told him she chose to lead the Blue Lion House, her father started to make a soft giggle everytime she mentioned the house-leader, Dimitri. It was getting annoying.

“Are you going to tell me why do you make that sound everytime I mention Dimitri, dad?!” she finally said one afternoon, while her and Jeralt were having tea in her room.

Jeralt smiled. “Ah! Never. But maybe, you’ll have your answer if you’ll ever see his arm… Summer is starting, after all…”

[crazylittlejester]

for a prompt

idk just warriors having pent up stress, the others are teasing him and stuff and he’s having a SHIT TIME and just goes OFF on all of them, and is like “bro shit I’m gonna cry” and he just runs off and has a mental breakdown somewhere (the others give boy plenty of hugs)

this is such a good prompt and i honestly might write another thing with it later. I had this idea half written in my drafts from MONTHS ago, and i’m sorry if its a bit odd or choppy I finished it in the waiting room of an urgent care lmao (the ao3 authors curse came for me) 🕺🕺🕺 BUT HERE YOU GO!! (542 words):

It had been a long couple days for all of them. Emotions were running high, stress was through the roof, but since Twilight’s miraculous recovery, things had been slowly calming down and going back to normal. After having stayed up all of the previous night, Time allowed Warriors to convince him to sleep for a few hours in the morning. The captain had promised to keep an eye on everyone, and with Twilight safely out of the danger zone, Time felt he could finally allow himself to rest. Besides, if anything happened, his brother would come wake him up.

After his short nap, the group had gone into the woods to test Twilight’s strength. He was doing well considering the severity of the wound, but the rancher was a bit disappointed in his lack of strength. Despite everything, everyone was doing well. This was the happiest he’d seen them all in months. Well, everyone except Warriors.

Time felt bad that he hadn’t noticed exactly when the captain had started acting weirdly, but over time they spent at the inn, it was becoming more and more apparent that something was wrong. He was snappier than usual, telling the others off for joking around when normally he would’ve been messing around right there with them, and standing much more rigidly. Gone was his relaxed posture, replaced by the clear physical signs of stress.

Legend and Hyrule teasing Sky for his bad stamina seemed to be the final straw.

“Stop it,” Warriors mumbled, shaking his head violently. Time looked to him in concern.

“Well maybe if you could run just a little bit faster,” Legend jabbed, teasing tone in his voice.

Sky opened his mouth to retort back, but the sound of Warriors’s knees hitting the floor cut him off. Time’s head snapped in the captain’s direction to find him curled in on himself, shaking with his hands over his ears. His head was tucked into his chest, only a few inches away from resting on the floor. Sky and Legend had gone completely silent, the only sound in the room was the captain’s ragged breathing.

“I can’t fucking do it anymore,” he wheezed, and Time carefully knelt down at his brother’s head.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked softly, gesturing for the others to back up a little.

“I don’t even know,” Warriors cried, sitting up and looking at Time with wide eyes full of tears. “I don’t… I’ve been awake for too many hours and I… I’m just…?”

“Stressed?” Time suggested, and the captain just nodded, his legs sliding out from under him. He held out his arms and to his surprise, Warriors leaned up against him.

Twilight quickly joined them, wrapping his arms around both Warriors and Time, pressing his chest to the captain’s back. Everyone else quickly followed in as well, surrounding Wars in the middle of a hug pile.

“You deserve a nice long nap,” Wind told him from where he’d somehow squeezed himself right up next to Warriors. “You’ve done a lot for us, you can sleep now.”

“Yeah,” Wild nodded from the back of the group. “Stop worrying about all of us and take care of yourself.”

“We love you,” Sky told him from somewhere in the middle.

[icypenguin]

★~ Xiao Headcanons

it seems that you guys liked the first one so im gonna make another one! this one will take place is teyvat. enjoyyy!!!

note!!: f/n = flower name

- almond tofu are a must! its now a part of your daily routine to make xiao atleast 1 of it everyday.

- if it’s a gloomy day, you and xiao will stargaze at wangshu inn and talk about things that happened that day.

- you are his number 1 priority! whenever you call him, he will appear as fast as a lightning. he never gets late, especially if it’s you who’s calling.

- cuddles? i supose xiao is still warming up to lovey-dovey things like this. you got to make the first move cuz he aint gonna…

- every night when you sleep, he always watches you (not in a creepy way). making sure there’s nothing dangerous and you’re safe. you always scold him for it though, his excuses are always “im ok y/n. don’t worry about me, adeptus doesn’t need sleep”.

- i don’t think he will like pda but holding pinkies are okay. even though everyone knows you’re dating, he’s too shy to admit it.

- petnames: [your name], dove, dear, darling and some other random names such as my tofu and my star.

~ small drabble ~

you were walking around liyue, trying to find a flower for your dearest. you were too busy picking up a f/n when all of the sudden you heard screams coming from behind you. you were panicking as you look at the direction. it was a group of hilichurl coming your way. you didn’t know what to do as you just got your vision and you haven’t exactly learn how to use it. you tried running away from them but you didn’t manage to get away from them. ofcourse you remembered your lovely boyfriend, but you didn’t want to disturb him as he said he was going through an important mission. you decide to do your best using your vision. little did you know, xiao was watching you from afar. he stayed there for a minute, examining you. after he sees you starting to struggle, he rushed over you and hit the hilichurl with his spear. as he fighted the hilichurl you were just standing there watching him. you didn’t exactly know what to do but you did pick up the flowers you’ve picked for him. he was fast as a racing car to defeat all the hilichurl, he then rushed to your side.

“y/n why didn’t you call for me, my dove?” he asked, trying to stay as calm as possible, he didn’t want anything happen to you. not a scratch will even pass it. “i-i thought you were busy love.. i didn’t want to disturb you.. im sorry” you apologised to him, looking down in embarrassment. “dove, even if im busy or not.. you’re my number 1 priority. i couldnt let anything hurt you. please don’t hesitate to call me next time. if it’s you, then im always free” he said while reaching for your hand to caress it with his thumb. “i promise…” you replied. you reached from the flowers inside the basket and give it to xiao. “i was picking up flowers for you love.. i hope you like it!” you said giving xiao the flowers happily. xiao just stared at the flowers. you thought something was wrong until he said “my dove.. i.. i didn’t expect you to go into this danger just to pick up some flowers for me.. what did i ever do to deserve you..” xiao looked to the left and right making sure noone is near you and he kissed you cheek. you can feel your cheeks heat up a bit. everytime he does something to you, you can’t help but feel your cheeks getting warmer and warmer. “i love you, xiao.” you kissed back his cheek. “i love you too, dove.” xiao was still caressing your hand as you both enjoyed the silence of the nature.

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yippieee i hope you guys like this one too! sorry if its cringe… but anyway have a nice day and advices are always accepted!

[adrift-in-thyme]

Whumptober Day 10: Stranded

Thanks to @uncleskyrule for the idea for this fic!

Also check out @jewlist ‘s amazing art inspired by this fic

Read on Ao3

- Time & the Chain

- Summary: While pursing the Shadow Time becomes stranded in the Lost Woods

CW for mild body horror, blood and injury, and broken bones

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Time tightens his hold on his sword and shield. His heartbeat thunders in his ears, mixing with the clank of armor and weapons and the pound of six pairs of feet. Just ahead of him a shadowy figure runs, cap swishing with the rapid movement. Time grits his teeth and pushes himself to go faster.

He likely should have brought Epona. But she is back at the inn with Twilight and Wild and Hyrule where he had left her in case they needed to make a quick escape. There hadn’t exactly been time to grab her, at any rate. And riding a galloping horse through a town is never an easy task. Still, an extra speed boost would give him a much-needed advantage.

He can’t rid himself of the creeping sensation that the Shadow is slipping through their fingers even as they chase him. 

“Where the hell is he going?” Warriors grits out from beside him. He glances wildly about, no doubt looking for a side street he can take to cut the monster off. But this town is unknown to them and the search does him little good.

“I don’t know,” Four says. “And honestly I’m not certain he does either.”

“I’m wondering why he doesn’t just portal away,” Wind pipes up. “That’s what he’s always done before.”

“Don’t give him any ideas, sailor!” Legend snaps.

Time can practically hear Wind’s frown. “If he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna do it. Doesn’t matter what I say.”

“We have to catch him, at any rate,” Sky interjects. “If he gets away now there’s no telling what he’ll do.” 

The fear underlying those words goes unspoken. But Time’s expression grows grim anyway. If the Shadow manages to circle back to the inn, if he goes after Twilight again…

He swallows. Sheathing his sword, he reaches for the familiar object hanging at his hip. 

“Prepare yourselves,” he calls to his companions. 

“For what?!” Legend snaps, worry potent in his voice.

“For attack.”

Eyes firmly on the Shadow, Time lifts the instrument to his lips. The tune is at his fingertips instantly, weaving its way through the air with a calm that belies his breathless desperation. Gently, he guides the song past the heroes, funneling it towards its target.

The notes die away. A second passes. Time itself slows around him.

“What the…” Legend says, but Time pays him no mind. He has no time for questions and explanations, they have no time. The Shadow’s steps are growing more sluggish. But it won’t be long before the monster realizes what’s happening and fights back.

“Go!” He orders. “Strike now!”

Warriors catches his gaze and holds it. There is something fond in his expression and almost proud, mixed with the steadfast determination.

“Box him in,” he says, motioning the others into motion. “And Sky…you know what to do.”

The Skyloftian nods. Out of the corner of his eye Time sees him raise the Master Sword. The blade begins to glow. 

The rest of the heroes rush forward, weapons at the ready. It takes them a moment, but soon they have gained on the Shadow. Legend activates his Pegasus boots and speeds ahead, cutting off the Shadow’s escape. Wind lifts his baton and the air itself curves and gathers beside the veteran. Another wave and a massive gust blows the monster back. The Shadow stumbles, just catching himself as he comes to a skidding halt.

“Now!” Warriors shouts and Sky brings his sword down in a sweeping arc. 

A beam flies free. Time leaps sideways as it zips forward, racing toward the Shadow. The monster turns, eyes widening in realization and then fear. But just as quickly as it has come, the emotion is gone. 

There’s a surge of dark magic and Time’s spell shatters. Time reorients nauseatingly, speeds up.

The Shadow grins.

“Nice try,” he hisses.

And in the next instant the ground disappears from beneath Time’s feet. 

He cries out as he plummets, grasping vainly in the sudden blackness for a hold. Someone screams his name and a hand stretches out to him. Vainly, he tries to reach for it. But then something dark and smothering drags him further downward. A shout goes up and the hand retracts. 

Seconds later his back connects with hard ground. 

Time grits his teeth, wincing as his joints protest the abrupt landing. Spots dance before his eye as it struggles to adjust. But the light here is dim and clouded and it only takes his vision a moment to clear. He barely restrains a gasp as his surroundings come into view.

Fog floats thick and lazy, obscuring everything with its gentle touch. Fairies sparkle within it like tiny stars. Already they have begun to drift toward him, murmuring interestedly. Green grass tickles his fingertips. Walls rise on each side of the clearing he sits within, huge logs set within them. Their openings are pitch black, gaping maws leading to Hylia only knows where.

Slowly, Time rises. His hands clench and unclench at his sides as he takes everything in. A strange numbness has settled in his chest, blanketing him like the fog that he stands in the midst of. He has imagined himself reentering this forest so many times since he left it. Never had he thought it would go like this, though. He isn’t certain what to feel. Or if he wants to feel anything at all.

It has been so long…so very long since he has been home.

Laughter erupts from behind him and he startles. In one swift motion he whirls around and unsheathes his sword. The Shadow leers down at him from his perch atop one of the logs. 

“You remember this place, don’t you, little fairy boy?” he purrs. “I wonder…does it remember you?”

Time steels himself. The battle of emotion and lack of is gone now, safely stowed away for later. 

“Whatever you’re playing at, Shadow, it ends now.” 

The Shadow’s expression turns murderous.

“You want me, Hero of Time? Come and get me.”

He leaps down in a blur of bent light and darkening shadows and ducks into the mouth of the nearest log. His laughter echoes behind him.  

Time doesn’t allow himself a moment to think, a moment to question. He breaks into a run, plunging through the opening after the Shadow. Darkness blankets him, then just as quickly turns to greenish light. He looks up just in time to catch a glimpse of the tip of the Shadow’s cap disappearing to his left. Gritting his teeth, he charges in that direction.

Another block of darkness, curving and transforming the very path beneath his feet. Another clearing that looks the same as all the others. Another fleeting glimpse of the Shadow’s hat or hair or tunic flying out behind him as he skips away. Always too fast, always out of reach.

Time runs without pause. A fearful sort of urgency has situated itself firmly in his gut, pushing him onward. He can’t stop now, not with Twilight still recovering a world away. His descendant had fallen before his eyes and he could do nothing except watch. Watch him crumple on the battlefield. Watch him fight for his life.

Now, however, in this moment he can do something. He can slay this monster that seeks their lives. He can protect those he loves. And isn’t that the entire point of any of this? To ensure those he cares for are safe?

So, he keeps going. Even as his sense of direction goes from vague to nonexistent. Even as that urgency becomes a kind of contained panic. Even as he begins to feel a change in the forest around him, benevolence turning to something more malignant. 

And then, all at once, he can’t go any more. 

Something curls around his foot mid-step, thick and constrictive and unyielding. He stumbles and pain shoots up his ankle. With a muffled grunt he hits the ground. 

Stubbornly, he drags himself up again, peering down at his foot to see what tripped him. It is a vine like the ones he climbed as a boy. It sticks out from the soil like a large snake to coil about his ankle. 

As he watches another erupts beside it. It latches on to his opposite foot and begins to climb higher, tightening as it goes. Fear spikes within him. Grasping his sword from where it has fallen, Time slices viciously at them. They retract and he scrambles to his feet, wincing as his ankle protests. 

He manages two steps.

The vines spring up again, this time wrapping around his wrists like manacles. More come from behind him, encircling his legs. Even as he struggles they drag him down to kneel upon the ground. 

Time struggles, desperately reaching for the sword that lies just out of reach. But the vines are strong and only growing more so by the moment. They circle ever higher, wrapping around his arms and legs and torso, stretching toward his face and neck.

With them comes pain. It burns at his fingertips and spreads from there, following the trail of vines.

He gasps, trying to tear at them with his bare hands now. One sword sits useless on his back, the other mere feet away. If he can just reach one of them…

But his efforts are in vain. The unnatural bonds are tough and plentiful. And more appear by the moment to encase his body like the wrappings of a gibdo. They constrict and his armor creaks threateningly. 

“Well, well, what have we here?”

There is a flickering of darkness and then the Shadow stands before him. He regards Time with a sinister grin. 

“Quite a pretty predicament you’ve gotten yourself into. Seems the forest has forgotten you.”

He reaches out a slim finger, tipping Time’s chin up to look him in the face. A vine takes the opportunity to twine upward, snaking around Time’s neck. He chokes on the air he can no longer drag in.

“I thought you would know that this would happen, but…oh of course not. You always thought you belonged to the forest. That it was your home. Am I wrong?”

Time’s only reply is a pained hiss as the vines tighten further. His armor begins to crumple inward, piercing his skin. Stars dance before his vision.

“Of course I’m not,” the Shadow answers for him. “You, on the other hand, you certainly were. You never belonged here any more than the sorry Hylian souls that haunt these woods.”

There is another streak of pain and suddenly the vines around his left arm are gone. The Shadow grips his forearm, forcing the limb upward. 

“Look, hero,” he hisses. “Behold your terrible fate.”

Time blinks and the haze clears just long enough for him to see his own hand, hovering before him. The sight is nearly enough to make him gag. Where there was once healthy, pink skin there is now only pearly white bone. 

No.

The air has left his lungs now and it has nothing to do with the vines that seek his demise. Terror settles deep within him, cold and real and terrible.

The Shadow cackles. He releases Time’s arm to hang by his side once more. Instantly, the vines spring upward to encase it again. But Time hardly notices. 

He’s standing at the spot where Anju’s brother once sat, a potion in hand, something icy and horrible clutching his heart. He is hearing Fado’s giggling chant.

“Everybody will become a stalfos. Everybody, a stalfos. ...will you become a stalfos too?”

“Well, I had best be going,” the Shadow is saying now, his voice filtering through the dreadful ringing in Time’s ears. “I would love to stay and watch your body slowly disintegrate and your sanity along with it…but as it happens I have somewhere to be.”

A slow grin stretches across his face and Time’s heart stutters.

No. 

Frantically he begins to struggle again, even as the vines constrict further, sending white hot agony through his body. The telltale burn of disappearing flesh travels up his right arm. The knowledge of what is happening makes him ill.

But he hardly has time to dwell on it. The Shadow is waving a hand now, dark magic floating at his fingertips. A portal appears beside him. Time stares at it with longing and trepidation. If he could just get free he could reach it. He could be there when the monster arrived to protect Twilight and all the others. 

His heartbeat is erratic now. What little air he can drag in is inhaled sharp and fast. 

He has to break free, he has to. He won’t allow Twilight to die…

He manages to wrench one hand free and reaches out, tearing at soil and grass as he tries to grasp his sword. But quick as a flash his bonds grab his wrist, wrenching it back to his side so sharply that he feels his bones break. A scream rises in his throat and he bites his tongue to keep from letting it free.

“Go ahead,” the Shadow sneers. His crimson eyes glow, sharp teeth glint. “Scream. No one will hear you. Struggle. It will do you no good. The forest takes what it wants. I thought you would know that by now.”

He turns away toward the portal that awaits him. The panic in Time reaches a fever pitch.

“Don’t—” He grits out. “Don’t you dare touch him. Don’t dare touch any of them.”

The Shadow pauses mid-step. Turning on his heel he stalks back toward Time. He leans forward until he is mere inches from Time’s face, murderous intent evident in his gaze.

“And if I do touch them,” he hisses. “If I say use this sword” — In one swift motion he scoops Time’s sword off of the ground, holding it up so that the blade gleams — “to slit their necks what will you do? Will you don the Deity mask that sits in the pouch at your hip? Will you follow me across time? Hunt me down?”

He is trembling now, Time realizes dimly, though from pain or emotion he isn’t certain. Both, more than likely. 

“I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe,” he growls. 

But the Shadow only smirks. “Oh, I know. And I welcome you to try. Though, I believe it is rather difficult to do much of anything once the forest has claimed you.”

He leans even closer, fingertips brushing harshly against the side of Time’s face. It has begun to burn there too, a distant sort of pain that now fans itself into agony. Time flinches away, dragging in air between clenched teeth. 

The Shadow grips his chin, forcing him to remain still. For a moment more, he regards him, as though reveling in the sight of bone showing from beneath skin. 

“I wonder what he would think, your pup,” he says, slowly, every word measured with torturous precision, “if he saw you right now.”

The red hot anger churning inside of him erupts and Time tries to lunge forward. But the vines tighten sharply and drag him back and he chokes, vision bleeding white.

When his vision clears the Shadow has turned away. Time watches as he walks toward the portal. And with every step, desperation wedges itself more firmly in his throat. 

The monster pauses just before he enters the portal, head turned slightly so Time can make out the side of his face. 

“I suppose there is an upside to all of this.” His lips quirk upward in a wicked grin. “At least, now, at the very end, you truly belong to the forest.”

[spotsandsocks]

WIP Wednesday Good Knight Sweet Prince update

Chapter 17 (9k)

This is the chapter with ONLY ONE BED 😉 and as I’ve included that bit under the cut I’m counting this as wip Wednesday too so thanks for tags @buddierights and @heartbeatdiaz @alyxmastershipper

Read from the start

for those not reading this who like some sexy oh no there’s only one bed shenanigans here is that scene under cut. Context- Buck’s a prince, Eddie’s a knight/captain of the guard they’re in love and can’t be together because Buck has to marry a princess. Sexual tension abounds and they’re resisting as best they can. They’re on a road trip and stop at an inn. A teeny snippet to tempt you to look and the rest is under the cut …

He wonders if the other man is awake too.

He gets the answer to his question when a voice whispers, “You asleep?”

His own answer is just as quiet. 

“Yes. I think I’m dreaming.”

Eventually full and sleepy it’s time for bed but he doesn’t want to leave Eddie’s side, by the time he’s stiffles his third yawn Eddie leans back  and says in a warm tone that makes him feel seen, cared for,  “Go to bed, you're tired. I’m gonna go check the horses then go to my room, I’ll see you in the morning.”

He nods, too tired to argue. He doesn’t move though stays where he is until Eddie left, he’s going any minute now.

‘Scuse me sir.” He looks up at a young woman, with short curly hair and smiles, “Your room is ready when you are. Top of the stairs, second door. Boss said to say sorry again.”

“He frowns up at her, “Sorry? What for?” 

“Cos there’s only one room, sir and you gotta share, your friend weren’t much pleased. Boss said,” then she blushes as if realising she may have over shared.

As he processes that bit of information he mumbles a brief reassurance. “No, that’s um fine. It’s no problem. We’re happy to share.” The girl leaves and Buck looks towards the door Eddie left through, he definitely said was going to his own room after he checked the horses, he’s tired but he’s not that tired. He stands with a frown, What’s Eddie up to?

Instead of heading to his room he heads to the stable, where he finds exactly what he expected to find. He’s not impressed.

“And what do you think you're doing?”

Eddie startles from where he’s trying to get comfortable on a pile of hay in the stable their horses are in.

Eddie rolls his eyes and lies back down. “Trying to get to sleep, why aren’t you?”

“Um because my idiot friend is lying in a stable where he’s probably going to freeze to death or get no sleep at because he’s getting too old to sleep on the ground.”

“Hey!” Eddie glares up at him, “I’m not old and I’ve slept in worse places than this.”

There’s no way he’s letting this happen, he wastes no time making that clear, “Well not tonight you’re not.”

Eddie stubborn though he pulls his blanket higher. “No. I’m fine here.” 

“No you’re not.”

Eddie doesn’t move. He says, “You know we can’t share.”

He does know. It probably isn’t the best idea at all but he’s quite capable of controlling himself if he needs to.

“Why not?” 

Eddie doesn’t answer, just looks up at him through narrowed eyes.

Buck ignores the meaning behind the glare, the unspoken ‘you know why’ of it all and plows on with the oblivious optimism that they can do this. 

“It’s fine, you can sleep on the floor indoors if you’re too stubborn to sleep in the bed with me. It’ll be warmer at least.”

Eddie has a stubborn set to his jaw and he hasn’t moved an inch. Buck decides to ignore that.

“Up. Now.” He walk closer and holds out his hand, “You sleep in my room or I sleep out here with you, it’s as simple as that.”

Eddie makes a low annoyed growl of frustration that Buck doesn’t enjoy one bit. He doesn’t. There’s a muttered “Honestly”  and then ironically “You’re so stubborn.” 

Which is rich coming from a man refusing to move off a stable floor.

“I’m stubborn? I’m not the one trying to sleep in a stable under half a blanket.” Buck wiggles his fingers impatiently, “Up!”

Eddie finally does as he’s told, taking hold of his hand and levering himself up, grumbling the whole time. “You know you’re a nag.”

“Well I wouldn't have to nag if you did the sensible thing in the first place.”

That gets him an eye roll which he counters with a stern look and a tap of his finger against his friend's chest,  “Stop wasting time I’m tired. I want to get some sleep.”

Face to face Eddie still looks annoyed but he concedes, grumpily true, but Buck will take it.

“Fine but I’m sleeping on the floor.”

He nods calmly “If you say so.”

“I do.”

Buck walks away to hide his smile, confident now that Eddie will follow him, 

“Whatever makes you  happy Eddie.”

In his room Buck’s confronted with a bed that’s clearly big enough for two. It’s all very well bullying Eddie into the inn but now confronted with a bed and the warm fire in his room it all feels a little more intimate than he’d expected. 

Eddie’s not looking at him and has gone very quiet. 

He fills the silence, “Honestly we can share the bed. I don’t mind.

“I’ll be fine on the floor, or look there’s a chair too.” Eddie sits on it and nods,  “surprisingly comfortable.” 

It’s hard, wooden and comfortable is the last thing you think about when you look at it, “Yeah looks it and you’re just being stubborn.”

“I’m never stubborn.” That's such an outright lie that Buck lets out an involuntary bark of laughter.

Eddie looks sheepish, “I’m not. It’s just.. you know.”

He does, he knows very well. Not much to say about that though so he moves on.

“Fine, be uncomfortable, see if I care.” The tone is blasé but he does care, very much. Too much.

They take off layers of clothes while carefully facing away from each other until Buck slips under the covers of the bed and the only light is from the dying fire.

He calls out, “Night Eddie.”

“Goodnight Buck.”

Buck closes his eyes, the bed is comfortable but he can’t fall asleep. Eddie’s not doing any better either. He’s moved from the chair to the floor and he can hear him moving around restlessly, it's driving him to distraction. Eventually he can’t stand it any longer, he makes a frustrated noise and sits up, the lump on the floor doesn’t look at all comfortable.

“Just get up here please. I want to sleep and you’re annoying me with your wriggling.”

He lies back down and waits, he doesn’t think it’s going to happen but then the bed dips as Eddie’s weight gets added to it and he smiles a secret smile in the dark, pleased he’s won again.

A voice drifts over to his side of the bed.“Sorry I must be more used to soft beds now than I thought.”

“It’s fine, just go to sleep.” He rolls over with his back to Eddie who's still lying flat on his. He can imagine him there, stiff and tense, probably staring at the ceiling, well at least he’s off the floor, that’s something.

“Night Buck.”

“Night Eddie.”

He’s asleep quickly after that, knowing Eddie’s more comfortable and having him close is enough to  let him relax. He does stir a few times, aware that each time he wakes up the distance between them has become smaller presumably as they both move around in their sleep. If this carries on he might get lucky and wake up in Eddie’s arms. That won’t be his fault will it, if they end up pressed together while they sleep. He wiggles backwards a fraction.

The next time he wakes it’s to the warmth of Eddie’s body much, much closer. Not quite touching but so so close. He wonders if the other man is awake too.

He gets the answer to his question when a voice whispers, “You asleep?”

His own answer is just as quiet. 

“Yes. I think I’m dreaming.”

There’s a soft huff of air on his neck when Eddie laughs at him. He can almost feel his lips brush his neck when he asks another question. Eddie’s hand brushes his hip, thumb moving slowly, a soft back and forth across his skin.  

“Is it a good dream?”

The hand gets bolder, the touch more sure. Buck keeps his breathing slow and sure as he hums confirmation that it is. There’s another huff of amusement when he adds,

“The best.”

The mattress shifts again and Eddie’s even closer.

Buck can feel his heart racing but his voice is calm. “I hope I remember it when I wake up.”

Suddenly he loses the hand on his hip but it’s ok, it’s just moved to his chest, pushing him gently onto his back. 

Eddie’s voice is low and soft against the shell of his ear now. Buck can’t help the shiver that runs through him at the words being pressed into his skin  “Keep your eyes closed. Don’t wake up yet.”

He hums and nods as fingers slide across his chest, moving slowly over his neck and onto his face. They trace his lips so softly it almost tickles, he just about manages to hold in a whimper.

Eddie’s fingers move gently tracing the contours of his face, they smooth along his cheek bone up and to the spot his face is marked, even in the dark Eddie traces the pattern there perfectly. The fingers trail down over his nose and find his mouth again. Eddie finds them parted slightly this time and when Buck lets his tongue brush against the pads of his fingertips, there’s a sharp catch in the breath by his ear. The calloused tips of a strong hand move to cup his face and now it’s just the thumb that ghosts over his mouth until it’s replaced by lips touching his so, so softly, so quickly he might have imagined it. 

A word slips out, “Please” it might have been too quiet to hear or maybe not, maybe Eddie felt the word against his fingers that are back and leaving featherlight trails of heat wherever they touch, either way he gets what he wants, another soft touch of lip to lip, the barest taste but dizzying nonetheless.

The softest kisses he’s ever known continue; on his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids and back to his mouth again. He feels alive in a way he never has before but at the same time he’s drowning, drowning in the tenderness Eddie’s showing him. Kisses across his skin and fingertips sliding up and down his body, he’s being touched everywhere. He can feel Eddie’s skin against his in a hundred places, moving over his chest, the back of his knees, his side, at his neck, grazing against a nipple as they slide down, over and around him. He presses up into the touches, silently asking for more, for this to never stop, to keep dreaming this dream forever. It’s overwhelming and wonderful, he moans softly and feels the lips pressed against his skin curl into a smile. 

“Nice dream?”

“Amazing,” he speaks the breathless words into Eddie’s mouth and then for the first time kisses back, slips his tongue into Eddie’s mouth, just a little, another quick taste, short and sweet, it still makes Eddie shiver and gasp so he does it again, until the push and pull of lips and tongue become firmer, is more and more and more. He arches into it, his own hands now searching, touching, just as gentle as the gift he’s been given, just as much love, just as much need.

Eddie’s sliped away from his lips, he’d chase him but the kisses are moving along his neck and that’s nice too, stretching so he can feel more he exposes his skin to Eddie who takes everything that’s offered. The kisses continue with light nips of teeth that ignite more flames in him, the heat of it sinking lower as Eddie travels down his body. He’s breathless and panting desperately into the darkness, eyes still tightly closed not wanting to break the spell. Kisses move lower and so do hands, the first touch against the ache between his legs brings his back arching off the bed and a sharp cry, it feels so good.  He’s shushed gently and petted with kisses that are still getting lower and lower, the covers pushed aside. He wishes he could look but he’s scared it will make it too real, that it will have to stop. He doesn’t want it to stop. 

The drag and glide of Eddie’s hand against him is all consuming and he wants to feel it all. He doesn’t want to think, he wants to feel and that becomes very easy when Eddie’s mouth reaches the destination it’s been slowly heading towards. The wet warmth of his tongue starts to lap at the aching hardness of his thickened cock and all thoughts stop.

Buck moans low and deep, one hand flying out and holding onto the bedpost, the other finding Eddie’s hair and his fingers wrap around his curls, not holding, not pushing just feeling, losing himself in both the softness of his hair and his mouth. 

Buck gasps and moans at the sensations being poured into him as Eddie dips and slides his mouth over and over him, firm constant heat, the noises, wet and dirty  mingle with the soft moans also coming from between his legs and  his own sharper desperate cries of pleasure. Eddie works him steady and slow, no rush even when Buck starts to beg, plead incoherently to have more, to come. He begs Eddie, ‘harder harder, more, please, now now,’  but the rhythm never changes. Buck loses all sense of time as Eddie takes him slowly apart with his mouth and his hands and his love.

Eventually one of the hands that’s been toying with him slips lower and makes small circles round and round, another infuriating pleasure that isn’t quite enough.

He can’t talk anymore, he’s just panting, sobbing needy little sounds of pleasure when out of nowhere it all combines into blinding white light when Eddie presses his finger into him a little harder and swallows around him, a flick of his tongue sending him over the edge into light and pleasure and a moment of ecstasy he’ll hold onto forever.

He’s shaking as he comes down from his high and he’s in arms and being kissed again, words float over him, “I’ve got you sweetheart, it’s ok. I’m here.” The kisses don’t stop so he curls into Eddie’s warmth and holds on, gives Eddie back what he’s received,  after all this is only a dream so he can can’t he. It’s just a dream so he can have whatever he wants.

Eddie holds on tightly as Buck sleeps in his arms. He’d known what would happen the moment he’d been found in the stable and Buck told him to come inside but he’d let it happen anyway. He should have said no. It’s an easy enough word after all, but he hadn’t wanted to. It’s what they both wanted and another memory to hold onto. He won’t forget a single kiss or touch they’ve just shared and he knows Buck won’t either. He’s glad, so glad. He pulls the man in his arms in tighter and feels Buck’s smile against his chest. He’s his tonight. All his, just his. Tomorrow will be different but tonight is a dream they’ve shared and no one can take that from him, from either of them.

Tomorrow he’ll let go, tomorrow he’ll wake up but not yet. Not now. Now he can dream a little bit longer.

[aroace-poly-show]

Hi you said you want to ramble, could you ramble some more about hollow ☆ wonderland i tried looking through your blog but search is. not working. so i failed to find anything at all

HEHEHEHEHH OF COURSE!!! and the reason for that is probably bc i haven’t posted very many details about them!! most of my rambles have been contained to dms with two of my friends and a currently 2.4k word doc of word and idea vomit 👍

anything posted before the most recent ask hasn’t been tagged correctly either, iirc i had a brief summary of the group a while ago though, tagged with “nightcord wxs” i think?? cause i didn’t have a name for them yet at the time. not changing it cause i’ve figured out more stuff since then so it’s sort of outdated. there’s probably a few posts lost in the marlo’s stuff tag, though that i didn’t tag properly but it’s okay those rambles are probably somewhere in my google doc.

anyway, since you didn’t rlly specify something in particular i’m probably just gonna ramble about whatever comes to mind. once again under the cut cause i can tell this is probably gonna get a bit long:

hollow ☆ wonderland is an online music group, and their videos are like kikuo style ones. but not necessarily ones like you are a useless child and aishite, more ones like and then you became the moon, welcome to the star inn, don’t look at me in that way, etc. pretty cutesy and happy sounding with a cute art style and then the lyrics tell a pretty dark story. that’s their general vibe. there’s a few songs i associate with them like judas by abuse (like i mentioned before) but i can’t confidently say it’s the kind of music they’d make. maybe that’ll change though we’ll see.

the group is composed of hoshi (tsukasa) the main lyricist, koki (emu), the artist, tako (rui) the animator and eventual co-lyricist, and kurage (nene), the composer.

they’re all silly online friends who like making music videos together and while none of them really talk about their issues pre-main story given that they’re not super close/don’t know each other super well yet, they still enjoy doing this together and care at least a little bit about each other.

i’m still figuring out how exactly the main story goes, but i’ve definitely made more progress now so HOPEFULLY i figure out a coherent story soon. i rlly do want to write a fic for them but don’t get your hopes up too much.

a few basic ideas i do have currently are some stuff like tsukasa, despite also being on his last hopes like the rest of them, is going to be the one to really encourage them all to start theater again. their sekai is a rundown theme park with lots of fireflies around, all the plushies are still there but they’re also worn down and have lots of patches and stuff on them. wonder stage has been closed down already, but it hasn’t been like torn down or replaced with a new attraction or anything. will it make a comeback? will hw be using it? we will see :)

i think the world hasn’t even started yet is still gonna be their untitled too. i’m thinking for their unit fits it’s gonna be something similar to the circus jester set cards? or at least the face paint thing. i’m absolutely giving them the face paint thing. and then there’s some other plot ideas i have but i’m not totally sure about them yet and i dunno how much sense they make on their own so i’m not gonna add them here.

uh. tsukasas name is hoshi since it means star iirc? so obviously he gets that name. koki meant something like to glitter, to shine, and i think emu would have liked that enough to choose it. and i already mentioned why rui and nenes names are what they are 👍

that is all for now. once again i’m more than happy to answer any other questions (like seriously i was so giddy and happy getting asked about them) so yknow feel free to ask. might answer a bit late cause i’m in school atm and have a lot to say but i will answer it eventually :3

[anonymous-person-in-hellhole]

Bubs just wants to help :(

As Bubs sits and eats with GingerBrave in the early morning, trying to regain some energy for the day, who should appear but Black Raisin Cookie and her cute little Rai-sen!

“There you are, GingerBrave!” Bubs waves hi, and she responds, “Oh, and zir Bubblegum Cookie, you too!”

“Black Raisin Cookie! I just love my bed at the Inn! I’ve never slept so well!” GingerBrave says, excitedly, making Bubs smile.

The two continue talking about the council, and Bubs tries to listen, but their mind starts racing, thinking that Clotty is possibly in danger... They can’t let their friend get hurt.

“-I’m gonna go and find out what they think!” Bubs suddenly hears GingerBrave say. Bubs takes this as an opportunity to try and have a talk with Clotty, after all, they want to know how they’re doing right now since yesterday. They know they talked a lot last night but... it wasn’t about what happened yesterday, they were just talking about their lives before now...

“I’ll go with you, kid. I wanted to go and meet Clotted Cream anyway...”

“Ooh, why?~” GingerBrave teased, earning a look from Bubs.

“Yes, Bubblegum Cookie, tell us~” Bubs then looks over to Black Raisin in disbelief.

“No, not you too...” They say, annoyedly but clearly as a joke. With that, the two make off to meet the controversial Consul.

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“Ah, GingerBrave, Bubblegum Cookie! Welcome! A splendid morning, is it not?”

Bubs smiles seeing him still so... smirky? Whatever, they’ve gotten used to it, at this point...

“Yup! Preparing for today council session?” GingerBrave asks, to which, Clotted Cream nods, and that’s when Bubs realized that Espresso was in his room, which makes them wonder where his and Madeleine’s chambers were, if they even have one.. “Listen, I think I found a solution!”

“Huh? What’s your solution, Brave?” They didn’t know that GingerBrave was planning on solving this.

“Why take the Soul Jam to the Republic when you can study it here?” Brave gives his actually good idea. ‘I mean, what’s stopping them from using the technology here?’

“Unfortunately, it is not possible.” Espresso suddenly speaks, “Neither the Cookie Kingdom nor the Vanilla Kingdom have the required equipment available.”

“Well, Strawberry Crepe’s machine did have a hard time scanning their Soul Jam...” ‘and me, for some reason...’ Bubs mentally adds.

“Exactly. The Crème Republic's research facilities are by far, more advanced. Our technology is more refined and our scientists’ training is unparalleled.”

Once again, Bubs’ mind wanders as the people around them continue to speak, something about not wasting time with petty arguments. They wondered, because the Grapefruit was also quite advanced, being able to make the magic gear that every knight back in the kingdom were required to have, as well as the technological magic that kept them afloat, they wonder if, had the kingdom have stayed standing, would they have been able to assist in this situation?

(I mean, the king and queen, as well as the scientists were always open to helping any kingdoms... as long as it would benefit the kingdom for helping at least...)

“Alright, well, I’ll see you guys soon!” Brave speaks, and Bubs looks at the situation in front of them, seeing Clotted Cream and Espresso are too busy discussing something clearly important.

“Uh, I’ll be going, too. Good luck with your plan, Clotty!”

“Oh, thank you, Bubblegum Cookie!”

Bubs walks out with GingerBrave, who stares at them slightly confused.

“Uh, what was that about?” GingerBrave asks, which earns him a confused look from Bubs, “I thought you wanted to talk to him? Why’d you leave?”

“He looked busy... I didn’t want to disturb him...”

“... Oh.”

Bubs smiles at him, then rolls their eyes.

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They go back into the Solarium of Unity, the most beautiful part of the kingdom. It shortly took their mind off things as they walked inside of this beautiful place again.

“Oh, Wildberry Cookie!” GingerBrave greets the tall, buff, red-haired Cookie who was as stoic as Financier, though, a little less... “What’cha doing here?”

“I was looking at the beautiful stained glass.” Wildberry said, his voice still monotone, but with a slight hint of happiness in it. He continues, “Hollyberry Cookie’s image looks most awe-inspiring... The artisans managed to capture the essence of her very soul!”

Bubs stares at the image of Hollyberry, and agrees with Wildberry’s sentiment. “It’s such a well-made piece, the Cookies who made it had so much love for making all of them! Hollyberry looks exactly like the happy-go-lucky, determined Cookie that she is!”

“The villagers will be happy to hear that you like this place! They worked hard to make the glass shine once again.” GingerBrave then asks, “Listen, I noticed how you look at Hollyberry Cookie. You really do respect her a lot! I mean, I know you have your orders and all, but isn’t there more to it?”

Before Bubs can tell GingerBrave that this is a very weird question to ask anyone, Wildberry answers, “Yes, GingerBrave. As a knight, I do serve the Hollyberry Kingdom. But I follow the Queen Mother not because of any orders. I am... indebted to her. If it weren’t for Hollyberry Cookie’s help...”

“Indebted...?” Both Bubs and Brave ask together.

“If it weren’t for her, I would have roamed the back alleys fighting for survival with nothing but my fists... I met Her Majesty when I was a young vagrant. I was reckless enough to challenge her, unknowing of who she was. Hollyberry Cookie... showed me the error of my ways.”

“Oh! Haha, I can imagine that! When we first met her, she wore a disguise too!”

“Yes. A Cookie of great strength but great humbleness. That experience was... eye-opening. I was a rough street kid, but she treated me with kindness, like a family. Most importantly, she taught me to fight for something that matters... That is why I am here.”

“She sounds like an amazing Cookie...”

“Wow! She must trust you so much if she brought you here!”

He continues to declare his undying loyalty to Hollyberry Cookie, and Bubs relates with all he has to say.

“Your dedication to the Queen Mother is so admirable, Wildberry Cookie.”

“Bubblegum Cookie, I’ve heard from Crunchy Chip Cookie that you are an ex-knight. What was your loyalty to? If you do not mind my inquiring.”

Bubs is taken aback quite a bit... they didn’t expect even one Cookie to know about it... If only Brave’s introduction for them didn’t involve talking about how they were an ex-knight...

“Sorry, I’d really rather not say...”

“Understandable, pardon for my being rude.”

“Pardon granted.”

“Woah, Bubblegum Cookie! I didn’t know you could grant pardons?”

“I can’t. I’m just being polite.”

The duo laughs as the stoic Wildberry smiles.

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Walking into the White Lily Greenhouse, where the day before, they had just found out about the true nature of the Cookie with the same name and ingredients as the flowers growing here, a Cookie that them and their past Kingdom used to praise and adore... Bubs was feeling very uncomfortable walking in...

That uneasiness ends when GingerBrave calls out for Pure Vanilla, even though the Cookie in front of them was clearly Madeleine, you can’t mistake his cream blond hair, his style, or his boisterous personality for any other Cookie. Even he admits that.

“What’cha doing here, Madeleine?”

“Well, you see, I arose early in the morning, and have been trying to put my thoughts in order ever since. ALl those otherwordly enemies we’ve met in our quest... Brave Cookies fighting them... The decision only seems difficult, while it’s actually fairly simple: the Heroes must share their Soul Jam. Only this way our world can be saved!”

“Very good point, Ser Madeleine... I didn’t expect such profound reasoning from you...”

“Of course! And, naturally...” He then continues on about how beautiful this greenhouse is, and is only paralleled by him... Both Brave and Bubs agree, and tell him to enjoy himself as they take their leave.

“Looks like Madeleine Cookie has his own concerns at times...”

“Well, of course, Brave, even someone like him would think about this...”

“Well, you aren’t wrong...”

Bubs takes a quick glance at the Lilies growing, uneasiness creeping up like an aura around them before walking out.

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To the Wafflebot Hangar, the two travelers go to next, making sure to knock at the door of the very frazzled Strawberry Crepe. Only one of them are going in, though, and it’s Bubblegum.

GingerBrave asks Bubs, “Are you sure you wanna go in? Who knows how they’ll figure out what’s ‘wrong’ with you...”

“Eh, it’ll be better than what training I’ve had to endure... Besides, it’s better to figure it out now instead of later...”

So, they walk in, seeing Crepe in the midst of repairing their robot, with some soft cream, other Cookies helping out. Bubs waves goodbye to GingerBrave, who says he’s heading to the Plaza, and to tell Strawberry Crepe he’s greeting them.

“Hey, Strawberry Crepe.”

“Oh, hello, I could use even more hands, could you help, whoever you are?”

“Huh?” Bubs wonders, before deciding to help anyway, because code of conduct, even though they aren’t a real knight anymore...

So, they took off their jacket and gloves, revealing their impressive muscles and startling scars, and get to work on helping with both lifting and managing the machinery of the robot. It takes only two hours along with breaks for Strawberry Crepe to be satisfied enough with the repairs, that they call everyone to continue on with their lives. Before turning to Bubs.

“Oh, what the? When did you get here, 1% despair?”

“I was helping you the entire time, Crepe.”

“Nevermind that, you’re here now, and I need to know exactly what about you makes you so difficult to interpret!” So, Crepe dragged Bubs to their testing chambers, and Bubs prepares for whatever’s about to happen...

Tests were run for hours, and most of the results showed that overall, they were a normal Cookie... although, with a little flash of the same words of Anomalous Nature Of Matter Acclimated Life Yeans...

“Hmm... it seems to flash whenever it has to analyze your data...”

“Yeah, except this time, it’s not even making it fry... why?”

“Well, we’ve done pretty much every test I can think of... I’m sure you were tested before, did anything strange happen during those times?”

“Uh... no, not really... well, maybe...” Bubs then recounts the story of their first testing, and at first, the machines were fine, but a little while later, the machines were reported to be fried... “I just didn’t think it was because of me...”

“You know... I once tried scanning the Soul Jam 75% Plain Vanilla has, and it almost short-circuited my machineries too...”

“I don’t know... I never really found myself being an anomaly... besides... my survival...but other than that, nothing ever comes to mind.”

Strawberry Crepe sits down, sighing in defeat, and Bubs feels horrible for them, but also confused, because what else about them could be anomalous in nature? Their mind? Their abilities? Not really...

“Well, it seems that the council is about to start... are you ready to go, Ser Bubs?”

Bubs wears their gloves and jacket, before nodding. The two leave the hangar to the council meeting room.

[razorblade180]

Leader moment

Yang:Where’s Ruby?

Weiss:Out.

Yang:Where’s Jaune?

Ren:Also out.

Yang:So like…they’re out together?

Blake:Yep.

Nora:Said they had leader errands to run.

Yang:Pfft, “leader errands.” That’s pretty cute.

Weiss:Yeah they’re not subtle

Ren:To be fair, there’s not many excuses. Even if they left separately.

Yang:They’re stuck like glue.

Blake:I think it’s pretty cute.

Yang:Yeah. Ooo! Shall we-

Weiss:Leave them alone.

Yang:Oh alright. I’ll let them go at their own pace, find their footing and all that.

Nora:You’re not worried?

Yang:I trust them. Ruby isn’t a pushover and Jaune isn’t some random dude. He cares. Even if he makes a mistake, I know he’ll own up to it.

Ren:Look at you, all reasonable.

Yang:Haha! Guess I just know what to expect. Though I doubt the two of them will jump the gun so quickly.

Weiss:I just can’t believe they called it leader errands.

Yang:That is pretty funny. What exactly is a errand only leaders can do?

Blake:What do you think they’re doing right now?

Yang:Hmmm knowing those two…

[An inn]

Ruby:*embracing Jaune*…..

Jaune:*sobbing quietly*

Ruby:*crying* It’s okay…we’re gonna be okay. *tightens grip*

xxxx

“They’re probably being their dorky selves.”

[chilumi-shipper]

Ready to Hold On

Xiao x Adeptus!Fem!Reader x Zhongli

Summary: Why not both? Love works in strange ways, and fate has given you a choice. Let it be known that your choice is not to choose, but to love them both. You had a realization when you hear from Xiao that Zhongli apparently had excused himself from your "hangout", you wishes that you could be with both Zhongli and Xiao at that moment.

(Alternative Ending to Ready to Let Go, I suggest you read it first. This version is where you start a polyamory relationship with both of them.)

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"He said he needed to do some extra work because of all the mora he's been spending." Xiao explained as he watch you mold the cookie dough to little spheres before placing them neatly on the tray.

You two were so close to each other, exactly how you wanted it to be. Somehow, you felt as though, you feel something missing. Despite your close proximity with Xiao, him standing right next to you as you create your first every batch of cookies, encouraging you when you say they're probably not gonna be that good, you kind of miss a certain someone who would say very long, unnecessary details about the very origin of cookies, giving you some baking advice so you don't accidentally make a stomach destroyer cookie batch.

Perhaps it was the lingering feeling of golden orbs (aside from Xiao's) that would watch your every move with care, just to make sure nothing is a miss. Maybe it was the feeling of a strong chest behind you or a constant hand of reassurance resting upon your shoulder.

"Y/N..." The soft voice of Xiao calls for you, you looked at him questioningly, stopping what you were doing. "I--" His face seem to turn bashful as he looks down, ears starting to turn pink.

You smiled a bit, feeling giddy as the Yaksha looks for the right words to say. Your eyes gleam as you stare at him expectantly, this was the time you were waiting for!

"You like me?!" In your excitement, you accidentally blurted out your thoughts before he could even finish his sentence.

...

He looked at you, a bit surprised, not expecting that you would blurt something like that out. And yet, you looked equally surprised yourself, covering your mouth with your wrist, since your hands had been handling the cookie dough.

'Ahhhh!!!' You cursed yourself with every bad word you know, screaming internally as you turn your back onto him. 'You're so fricking stupid, Y/N! Why the heck would you say that?! You piece of-'

Even if he did like you back, that's still so awkward!

"I'm sorry..." You whispered, feeling your legs weaken with embarrassment. You heard him sigh from behind you before chuckling.

You felt his hands gently grasping your shoulders, slowly turning you around to face him.

"Was I as obvious as you?" The cat-eyed boy spared a teasing remark, just for you. You can't help but feel shocked, Zhongli said you were obvious too! But Xiao, who doesn't interact with humans to even know how others react when having a crush, is saying that your feelings were pretty obvious? You gotta be real transparent for that one.

You felt your face heat up at what he said, but still, the comment made you laugh. "You're unpredictable, but I like that about you." You finally looked at his golden eyes, and they were filled with happiness, because of you. He is happy because of you.

You scoot yourself closer, now just inches apart from a sweet first kiss. "I like you, Y/N." He finally said it, the words you would imagine him say whenever you're lost in your wondering thoughts, but now, it's actually real. "Is this okay?" You nodded slowly, still starstruck as he gently holds your chin with his gloved fingers.

Xiao tried to initiate slowly, but you smashed your lips against his immediately, stumbling both you back a little, but his other hand slid around your waist, whilst you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt his smile as you kissed him, which he returned with equal passion.

You slowly pulled way from him, opening your eyes before smiling, "That means, I like you too."

"You're one piece of work." Xiao stated as you retract your arms, ready to go back to baking. "It makes me understand why I'm not the only one who likes you." You freezed at his words, looking back at him like he's grown another head.

"W-what?"

"Morax, he's quite fond of you too, butterfly."

Butterfly, you almost melt at that. Wait, that's not the point, the Zhongli "Morax"? Fond of you too?

Your now lover (hehe, lover) chuckles, although it does not contain any malice or jealousy, unlike how you'd imagine a person to react when they find out another person likes their lover.

"You mean like, friends fondness, right?"

"No." The Yaksha shakes his head.

"How would you know that...?" You quietly asked, still having doubts about what you said. Xiao slides your loose hair behind your ear before cupping your face.

"He acts the same way I do around you." But in your eyes, that still wasn't proof that Zhongli likes likes you. Besides, aren't you only supposed to have one love interest?

"But maybe that's just how he normally is. Why are you so sure?" You questioned him even more.

"Do you feel like you really want him to be here with us right now?" Xiao asked you instead, it's like he was reading your mind or something, you did kind of wish he was here.

You just nodded, not trusting your voice anymore. You looked down to your hands, wiping them clean with a towel.

"You miss him when he's not around, trust him the most, you feel comfortable around him..." You nodded at his words again, not sure where he's getting at. "Then you like him too." You're eyes widen at Xiao's words, your mouth dropping in shock.

"...Xiao, I like you." You explained to him, yet the lingering feeling that maybe he was right started embedding itself within you. He just sighs, before gently holding your hands.

"You can--" He can't help but look down and shake his head. "I can't believe I'm actually the one doing all the talking." You giggled at his little comment, although the feeling of confliction didn't seize.

"Zhongli confessed to me last night, all about how he felt about you. Why he's not actually here today." Xiao finally said, gently caressing your hand with his thumb. "But I forced him to come today." You were a little surprised, Xiao, who would stop at nothing to serve the Geo Archon, actually went against the Archon's wishes. However, you're even more surprised that the mentioned man walked into the Wangshu Inn kitchen, and you already know that he's heard everything.

"Mr. Zhongli!" You try to act normal, but being bombarded with your own conflicting feelings were talking a toll on you. "Uhm..."

Xiao let go of your hands as the older man stood in front of both of you.

"Do you like me, Y/N?" Zhongli asks, despite his sincere smile, you felt the nervousness that courses within him, the same nervousness flowing within you.

You think about this really hard. You've had feelings for Xiao for a very long time, but through all that time, maybe there was another love that sprout without your notice, because you always believed that you could only love one. Both of them have been there your entire immortal life, all of you working side by side to make sure that each of you and Liyue is safe from harm. In all your years of pining, you realized, you crave for both of them when they're not with you, the moment doesn't seem as special without both of them, they're the most important people in your life.

You could never choose one over the other.

Looking up at another pair of golden orbs, you slowly nodded, grabbing one hand of each of your most beloved people in the entire universe.

"I think... I know that I love both of you so much." You smiled as you took both their hands close to your chest.

Zhongli then proceeded to kiss you too, a quick sweet kiss on the lips.

You jumped, "Oh, I forgot about my cookies." Letting go of both their hands, you go back to tending to your treats. "I hope my two favorite people can help taste test after I'm done."

"Of course."

"I'll try it."

You let out a cheerful chuckle, this was probably the most confusing but happiest day of your eternal life.

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Requested by: @amethystrain77

[mimilind]

Hooded Stranger - Part 3

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Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 930

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Warnings: Descriptions of setting a broken bone

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3. Healing

Without further ado, you began. Keeping one hand under his knee to hold his leg fixed, you grasped his calf and gave it a steady pull, trying to align it into the right position. Estel vainly tried to muffle his howls in his arm, and your eyes filled with tears of sympathy.

Doing this on a human was harder work than on sheep, you discovered. His strong muscles worked against you when he involuntarily tensed, and you had to apply a much greater force than you had anticipated. Thankfully, your heavy work in the inn, carrying water buckets and firewood, had strengthened you.

The leg finally snapped into place, and you gratefully released him, feeling cold despite being drenched in sweat. Estel’s forehead was damp as well. He was trembling and drew in air in deep gulps. 

“Almost done, I hope,” you said. “I just need to see if the bone is straight. Can I cut your hose?”

“Of course,” he rasped, his voice hoarse after the screaming. He wiped his face with his sleeve.

You took out your knife and carefully cut his hose off from the knee down. Around the injury his skin was swollen and red, going on black, but when you softly felt over the broken part you did not feel bone jutting out. With luck, it had been a clean break with no loose shards. Then it could heal completely and allow him to walk again.

“Seems to have worked,” you said. 

He breathed out in relief. “Thank you. Now… Can you tie it to those branches you cut? And then I’ll need a crutch or something. Sorry for bothering you so much.”

“It’s no bother,” you objected. You placed the splints along his leg and tied it securely with the remains of your undershirt. He grunted a few times, but it did not seem as painful now the bone was realigned.

After you had cut a stout crutch from a nearby thicket, you helped Estel on his feet. Standing this close, his height really was impressive. 

He had dropped his pack some way off, and you went to pick it up for him. Then you walked slowly towards the path, with him leaning heavily on the makeshift crutch and partly on you, and with your marks in the moss as a guide. It seemed the effects of the alcohol had worn off, and Estel kept mostly silent, his expression almost brooding. He must still be in much pain, you figured, or perhaps he regretted being so open with you before.

It took a long while to get out of the forest, and it was a warm summer afternoon. When you had finally reached the path you were both soaked in sweat again.

“A break, perhaps?” you suggested.

“Yes. Thank you.” He sank down on a fallen log. Picking up a money pouch from his bag, he counted out three large silver coins and placed them in your hand. You stared at them incredulously. Just one of those could have bought you five shirts – or more. Not that you complained! Money was money, after all.

But seriously. How rich was he?

“I will not delay you further. I am sure you have somewhere to be.”

“I’m not just gonna leave a wounded man. Tell me where you’re heading and I’ll take you there. Bree?”

“No, I am going north, where I have a friend who knows some healing.” He glanced at you. “Will your people not wonder if you just disappear?”

“Nah, my parents don’t know I’m coming. It’s not every year I get Midsummer off. Besides, I’m rich now. I can hire a horse there and ride home!” You flipped one of the coins nonchalantly.

He grinned. “Rich?”

“Yeah. I mean, look at the size of these! They must weigh at least an ounce each.” 

“Exactly an ounce, actually. There’s a stamp. Here.” He turned it over, and accidentally brushed against your palm with his fingertip. 

“I can’t read,” you admitted. “But I’ll take your word for it. What’s it saying there, then?” You pointed at a row of runes winding their way around the outer edge of the coin.

“It says: ‘One Penny Sterling Silver. Mint of Independent Bree-land.’”

“Fancy that. What does independent mean?”

“That there is no king here.”

“Ah. Yeah, never heard of no king coming this way. Probably can’t find their way.” You chuckled. “But that’s alright. We don’t need one.”

“Lucky for you, there are no enemies around to threaten your independence.” For some reason he smirked.

“Yeah, we’re a lucky folk.” You smiled back at him, and your eyes met briefly. His irises were clear and gray like rain clouds.

“Hum. I think this is enough rest,” he said, his cheeks coloring. Rising, he offered his hand to you. “Shall we?”

“It ought to be me helping you up, with that leg.” But you took his hand. You enjoyed touching him.

When the two of you began walking, the sun was already sinking below the treetops, and you cast a worried glance at it. This forest was safe, but still… you didn't much care for being out after dark. At least you had a tall man for a companion, and by the look of it, a very fit one too. He wore a snug woolen tunic which accentuated his broad, flat chest, and the arm he used to lean on you was muscular.

He almost looked like a warrior. But what would a warrior do out here in the middle of nowhere?

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[jade-parcels]

Gift giving

With Xiao, Kaeya, Childe and Albedo :)

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Xiao:

He isn’t that great at finding things you’ll like. Xiao is super attentive, he knows what you like but when he’s standing there in front of a jewelry stand or patch of wild flowers he feels like an idiot

He just overthinks things, blows them way out of proportion in his head. This is all new to him still! And he feels like a jerk when you bring little trinkets to him cause you make it seem so effortless :(

“Xiao, look at this! Its a necklace made of a geovisap tooth! Isn’t it beautiful?” “Mhm” “I got one for you too” See?? See?? You always just find things like that! Probably because you’re more social than he is

One day, while clearing a hilichurl camp, he finds a lizard and remembers you talking about them. You went on and on about how some lizards lose their tails or camouflage with their surroundings (he listened to your entire rant about it) So he snatches it up and heads back to the Wangshu Inn, demanding a glass jar from Verr Goldet so he can keep it contained.

When you’re done with your commissions and make your way up to his room, he pretty much shoves the lizard jar into your hands the second you open the door

“What’s this?” “It’s a lizard” “Right...But why are you giving me a lizard..?”

Now he’s flustered and embarrassed “You said you liked them. Whatever, give it back I’ll go put it outside-“ “No! No, thank you very much. I love it”

He scoffs and crosses his arms, leaning into your hold when you hug him. Even though you liked it, he feels ridiculous . And his chest feels all warm inside...maybe he is turning into a softie...

Kaeya:

Kaeya loves being romantic with you! Any kind of grand gesture like giving you flowers or bringing home a fancy bottle of wine are common when you’re together

He’ll bring home flowers at the end of the week so you always have fresh ones! Flora has started setting aside flowers in advance cause she knows Kaeya will stop by and ask for the same bouquet of cecelias as he does every week

You’ll be walking along the streets of Mondstadt, running errands for Glory and collecting payments from Katheryne, the warm summer breeze in your face...And you’re yanked into an alley between houses “There you are! I’ve been patrolling all afternoon looking for you, beautiful~”

He’ll press cool kisses to your face before pulling back to look at you again “I have something you might like” there’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls a ring from his pocket. The gemstone in it matches the one in his earring. When you ask where he got it he just laughs and winks “Aha, let’s just say it’s from a ‘friend’”

Most material gifts he gives you will be from ‘friends’ (or informants) but if that bothers you, you can always tell him to knock it off pffttt

Otherwise the gifts he gives you will be flowers, wine and food. Why? Because those are things you get to enjoy together :’) he loves spending quality time with you! So when you get to sit back together and enjoy each other’s company??? He wishes he could bottle up that feeling of warmth and love he feels towards you uuugh

Be careful though cause when you start buying him expensive things, he’ll try to one-up you lmao

Childe:

Ah yes, our favorite rich boy! He has plenty of mora to spend on you! Trust me... He’ll spoil you

He spoils his family back home because he loves them so that’s exactly what he’ll do for you! You like those shoes? They’re yours! You like the food from that little stand? He’d buy the whole thing if you’d let him

He’s also famous for coming home from long work trips with a bunch of boxes full of stuff for you! Clothes, trinkets, anything he thought you’d like “Childe, you didn’t have to spend so much on me” “Aw~ Don’t worry about it!”

Childe can be a bit overwhelming at times so tell him if he’s stressing you out with his spending!! I mean, he probably won’t stop anytime soon and just tease you about it but he’ll think it’s cute that you’re worried about his bank account ;)

He tries so hard to make things for you but they almost always fail so he hides/throws out his attempts! It would be so embarrassing if you saw Tartaglia, the 11th Fatui Harbinger struggling so hard with knitting needles lmao poor guy!! This is why he just buys things

If you were to make him something though, he’d probably get emotional. It doesn’t matter what that thing may be! A pair of mittens, a painting, arrows for his bow, it really doesn’t matter! If you took the time to MAKE him something?? He’s gonna be totally speechless.

“Woah! Babe, this...This is...wow. I didn’t know you were so good at this” he’ll inspect every inch of it, eyes wide with childish excitement “I can’t wait to take you home to my parents, they would get a kick out of this”

Albedo:

Most of the gifts Albedo gives you will be made by him! So if you’re into handmade things, he’s your man!

He paints and sketches in his free time so when he has to be away from you, he’ll paint landscapes of the places he goes to give you when he comes home

He’ll also paint portraits of you and your friends/family if you ask! If he can make time, he’ll get everyone together to paint a big portrait of you all :)

You’re the only one allowed to see his u finished paintings. Albedo loves it when you come keep him company while he paints or works. He’s used to a nice, quiet lab but now that he has you, the quiet isn’t as nice anymore :( he likes having you with him to tell him stories about your adventures or complain about commissions, anything to fill the silence

Oh oh oh another thing he loves is this: the two of you sit on the ground beneath a tree, the sun in your faces. You between his legs with your back against his chest and you paint together on the same canvas :’) you’ve got birds chirping, wind blowing and you’re talking...Ugh, he feels so at ease and loved when you’re here

Your presence is the greatest gift you could give him! “You should stop by again tomorrow evening, I could use your help with an experiment or two” that’s a lie, he just wants you to get you alone lol

[rezident-simp]

Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, and Xiao fluff abcs

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Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Kae: your expressiveness. Whether your angry, happy or anything, he loves how you feel comfortable enough to express your feelings.

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Diluc: your strength. To him, no matter what, your the strongest person he’ll ever meet, and he loves you for that.

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Zhongli: your knowledge. Your love to know things and what you already know have him caught, and he loves to sit with you and talk about anything, be it history or about a book.

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Xiao: your warmth. Xiao, at the end of the day, loves to cuddle you into his chest and relax in your warmth. Even though he’s a Yaksha who doesn’t require sleep, he always feels his eyes be a bit heavy as he cuddles you.

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B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Kae: your hips. He loves how nice they feel and how they look when they move. He also likes to grab them when you two ar-

:)

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Diluc: your hands. So smooth, he loves to kiss them. The feeling of your hands and how you hold his own hand makes him feel comfortable around you.

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Zhongli: your hair. Short or long or medium, he likes how soft it is. He also really like to brush it, and it he can, he’ll even style it for you.

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Xiao: your arms. He believes you to be a strong person, and holds onto them tightly when you two are in or near a dangerous area.

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C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Kae: he is the big spoon. He likes to have you cuddled up to him, his arms pulling you in and your legs entangled.

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Diluc: little and big spoon. When he’s little, he’ll be pressed up against your back, hugging it. When’s he big, your pressed up to his chest. Good luck getting out of his grip. You’ll have to wait for him to wake up, or find out how to do it yourself ^^

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Zhongli: big spoon. He likes to know that your there, so your most definitely pressed up against his chest, his arms hugging you.

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Xiao: little and big spoon. He’s usually the little spoon if he’s having a bad day, and needs your comfort. He’s snuggled into your chest in a ball. As a big spoon, he’d be one if he’s having a good day and/or wants to cuddle. Arms wrapped around your waist as he hugs you close.

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D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Kae: a nice drink at Angels Share or Cats Tail would do! If it’s at Angels Share, he’d tell Diluc his plans and make sure that you feel comfortable. But you two mostly go to Cats Tail on a date, only because Diona adores you two together and she makes you two special drinks with a little less alcohol

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Diluc: a simple walk through the forest. The calming sound of the birds and the gently tree rustles calm both of you as you walk hand in hand, enjoying each other’s company.

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Zhongli: at a tea house. He likes the calm area and he knows exactly what kind of tea that you like. Don’t like tea? He’d take you sightseeing or give a history lesson on Liyue. Maybe you’d have tea and a history lesson ^^

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Xiao: a nice meal on the Wangshuu inn rooftop. Especially at the sunset, where the Inn is calmer and the sunset can be seen in such a beautiful way. Cuddles are a must afterwards.

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E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Kae: he’s open about them. He feels comfortable and isn’t afraid to express his emotions around you.

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Diluc: very open. He has a lot of walls up, but he knows that he can bring them down around you. Bad day? He knows that he can vent to you.

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Zhongli: not super open. He doesn’t want you to worry about him, but if he feels like he can he’ll come to you to vent.

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Xiao: he’s closed. He would hate to burden you with the fact that he has his karmic debt, and he usually keeps his emotions bottled up unless you can get him to open up and vent or something.

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F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Kae: Kaeya would love one! But he feels as though he’d be too busy to hang out with his family, and worries that he wouldn’t be a good father even when you reassure him that he’d be great.

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Diluc: he does want one, but like Kaeya, worried that he won’t have enough time and wouldn’t be a good father. He worries about them and if you do have a family, he would hope every day that he didn’t end up like his father.

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Zhongli: he’d be glad to have one. A little scared, but glad. He’d make sure to give them the best education, find good people to babysit them maybe Hu Tao when she’s older but it’s Xiao time for now tehe

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Xiao: a maybe. He knows that he can be seen as cold and scary, and would actually hate for his own kids to see him as a scary person. But maybe.

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G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Kae: gives you pretty jewelry. Necklaces, rings, anything! Oh, there’s a thing that you seem to like? Yours hehehhe

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Diluc: he’ll gift you things you want. As long as he can, of course. He’s probably the type to also buy you jewelry, but kinda a bit more expensive

Just a lil tiny bitty tiny bit more expensive

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Zhongli: flowers. Anything really. If he was still an archon, he’d gift you so many things like sir please-

He tries his best to get you plenty of gifts ^^

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Xiao: probably doesn’t understand until Verr Goldet explains. He gets you a lot of silk flowers and crystalflies, maybe even some core lapis if he can :0

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H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Kae: Kaeya will always hold your hand. In public? Hand hold. In bed? Hand hold. On an adventure? Hand hold. Hotel? Trivago.

Love to hold your hand uwu

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Diluc: kinda like Kaeya, but only on adventures or in bed. He isn’t a big fan of PDA, so expect lots of hand holding when alone :0

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Zhongli: holds your hand whenever he can. Will hold your hand in public, bed, and when he’s reading to you. Always happy to hold it.

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Xiao: only in bed and on the rooftop. Can’t change his mind. He loves you lots but also a smol bby who thinks he’d get teased for holding hand. No that would be illegal smh

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I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)(personal fave, yummy angst)

Kae: angy. Like very. If it’s serious he goes and slaughters whatever or whoever hurt you. He’s afraid to lose you too. He can’t lose you. Not now. Not ever.

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Diluc: very angy. Pissed. Its serious? Slaughters whatever or whoever hurt you aswell, absolutely furious. And scared. Very scared. In fact, Barbara remembers Diluc holding himself back from bursting into tears when he saw you all bandaged up. He can’t lose you too, he can’t. He just can’t.

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Zhongli: confused at first, only for a split second, when he realizes it, a large meteor can be seen heading towards what or who hurt you. If it’s serious he wastes no time in getting you to Baizhu.

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Xiao: furious. Whatever or whoever hurt you is dead within seconds. He never wastes time getting you to Wangshuu Inn as he holds back his tears.

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Danke! This is all for now, but I’ll hopefully get the rest out tomorrow ^^

Just gonna place this here come get ur Diluc @witch-hazels-musings hehe